#genuinely asking because I don’t want to disappoint y’all

[fruitbasketball]

And no , she cannot control what people say.

"People should not be using my name to push those agendas. It's disappointing. It's not acceptable," Clark said Thursday when asked about the comments."... Treating every single woman in this league with the same amount of respect, I think, it's just a basic human thing that everybody should do."

This is quite literally what she said for the 3727732th time.

I mean honestly do you hold Paige to the same standard as you do Caitlin? 😭 bc I’ve seen some racist ass stuff coming from Paige supporters. Like what can she do realistically, racism and homophobia is not going to be stopped from ONE person. Even when she said DiJonai didn’t foul her intentionally, and basically said it was ridiculous that they were even asking her that, people in the comments were still saying "she’s just saying that because she doesn’t want black people to hate her" she cannot and genuinely I mean cannot do anything right. Dammed if she does dammed if she doesn’t.

that’s the first time she’d ever said anything like that. do not try to gaslight me and say that she’s been stubborn in that statement or that it is the nth time she’s made it. it’s the first. and she had to be prompted. that’s lazy advocacy.

don’t even try to bring paige into this conversation y’all.

that girl was 19 years old when she got up on national television and told the world that black women matter. she’d just won her first espy and used that fucking opportunity to advocate for the women in her sport who didn’t have that platform. she was 20 when she got up on nba today (also national television) to speak out and tell president biden to bring bg home. no one asked her to do that shit.

i hold paige to the same standard. i hold cameron brink to the same standard. i hold sue bird to that standard, diana taurasi to that standard.

and they continue to uphold that standard.

caitlin just doesn’t.

i’m done speaking on this. bro’s out the playoffs idk why we’re still speaking on her 😭😭😭

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

Ok soooooo…. If A Rocky Start were to get a little bit angsty or say violent would that ruin the story cause it’s been fluffy so far or would we be ok with it cause it’s part of the journey?

[hoejosatoru]

Well Trained

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Feitan, Fem!Reader x Chrollo (separately)

Summary: Chrollo is a particular man, with particular taste. Though he loves everything about you, he has yet to see how you preform in bed. He fears that if you disappoint him, it will ruin everything that you’ve built together. Luckily, he knows someone who can teach you to behave exactly how he likes.

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: Dub con that borders on noncon at times. If you’re sensitive to that at all I would skip this one, toxic relationship dynamic, manipulation, face slapping, choking, scratching, rough sex, degradation, praise, Feitan is mean but we know that, Dom Chrollo, calls you good girl a lot, body marking, oral (fem receiving), raw sex, cream pie, not proof read. MDNI

a/n: So I’ve had this idea in my head FOREVER because I want both Chrollo and feitan badly. Writing this concept out was lowkey kicking my ass though. I think I ended up pulling it together, but I hope y’all enjoy.

Dating Chrollo was a dream come true. He was everything you ever wanted in a man: intelligent, attentive, and sweet. Not to mention so handsome. He treated you like a princess and you loved it. Everything was perfect.

Well, almost everything.

You’d been dating for a couple months and you hadn’t had sex yet. At first you thought he wasn’t that into you, but when he kept coming back for more dates you knew that couldn’t be the case. You wondered if he was a wait till marriage type, or was shy in some way. You respected the boundary, despite wanting to sleep with him so bad. If he needed more time, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but it was starting to worry you. 

Little did you know, Chrollo wanted to sleep with you just as badly. Maybe even more so. He was very picky with who he slept with, hence this long period of courting. However, the more time he spent with you, the more he realized he had genuine feelings for you. He has had some relationships in the past, but he always knew they would not be very longterm. You, however, he felt was someone he could see himself with forever. 

This revelation made him want to make sure everything was perfect. He liked women with experience, who knew what they were doing and how to please him. However, he hated having to put the work in to get his partners there himself. Luckily, he knew someone who was a very effective teacher.

“My love,” Chrollo spoke over his wine, “May I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

He smiled at your eagerness. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

Your cheeks colored at the blatant question. Chrollo loved how demure you were. “Y-yes, I do. A lot, actually.”

“Good,” Chrollo replied, taking a sip of his deep burgundy drink, “I have wanted to for some time now, but there is something I need you to do first.”

Your brows knitted. “What is that?”

“I’m a very... particular person. As I’m sure you’ve noticed,” Chrollo explained, “And I want to make sure everything is just right.”

Your heart dropped a little bit. “Am... Am I not good enough for you?”

Chrollo shook his head and placed a hand over yours, comforting your nerves. “Not at all, my love. Quite the opposite actually. I love you so much that I don’t want anything to get in the way of our relationship.”

You nodded, feeling slightly relieved. “What is it? What do you want me to do?”

Chrollo thought about what the best way to explain it was. “I have a friend. He can teach you what I like, much better than I can.” He say the confused look on your face and continued. “You trust me, don’t you y/n?”

“Yes, of course,” you replied instantly. And it was true.

“I know it is an request,” Chrollo went on, “But it is important to me. Everything about you is so perfect. This will simply make sure it stays that way.” He kissed your hand, making your stomach fill with butterflies. “I want you in my life forever. Will you do this for me, my love?”

The way he looked at you and spoke to you made your body feel weak in the best way. The answer was easy for you. “Yes, of course.”

A smile spread across his face. “Excellent.”

A few days later you found yourself in a building outside of the city. It was a bit dumpy on the outside, but the inside was furnished nicely. You were aware that Chrollo engaged in a very secretive business and decided awhile ago not to ask. You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to. It didn’t matter, anyways, you loved him. And he loved that about you. 

Chrollo led you into a bedroom, occupied by one other man. You felt a pang of anxiety, not fully knowing what Chrollo meant by being taught what he liked.

“Y/n, this is my friend Feitan,” Chrollo introduced you to smaller man standing before you. The way his cold eyes appraised you sent a shiver down your spine.   You said a polite hello, but he was silent. Chrollo continued, “Feitan is on the quiet side, but I trust him completely. He is going to show you what I want.”

Your stomach rolled anxiously. “Wh-what does that mean, exactly?”

Chrollo gave you an almost sympathetic look. “I don’t want to lie to you, my love. I want you to have sex with Feitan. He’s going to... mold you into the exact type of lover I like.” 

You stared at him, dumbfounded. Chrollo was a bit possessive, even early on in your relationship, so you couldn’t believe he was telling you to have sex with another man. Your eyes flicked over to Feitan, his aura making you nervous. “Chrollo I don’t-”

Chrollo gently took your jaw in his hands and turned your face back to his. “I thought you trusted me, love?”

“I do, I ju-”

“It will be okay, I promise. This will make our relationship stronger. Everything will be perfect. You want that, don’t you? You love me, don’t you?” He was so close to you, speaking so softly it made you dizzy. You almost forgot Feitan was there and what this situation was for. You never understood the effect Chrollo had on you, just that it was very strong.

“I do, I love you so much,” you replied. 

“If that is true, you’ll do this,” Chrollo replied sweetly, “And I know you will, because I know you love me.”

You nodded. You were nervous, of course, but you couldn’t say to him. “I will, I promise.”

Chrollo smiled. “My good girl.” He kissed your forehead. “Now go sit on the bed, I need to talk to Feitan quickly.” You did as you were told, sitting on the edge of the bed as the two men stepped out side and spoke in hushed tones.

“What rules boss?” Feitan asked.

“Get her how I like them. You know the way,” Chrollo replied, “Do whatever you need to. Choke her or hit her if you need to. Just nothing that will leave a mark, especially not on her face. And don’t cum inside her, that is for me only.”

Feitan nodded. “Understood.” 

With that, the smaller man slipped back inside the room. Your anxiety spiked being alone with him. He pulled his jacket down, revealing his full face. He actually quite handsome, almost similar to Chrollo. He, however, looked more cold and harsh than your boyfriend did.  He was silent as he approached you, appraising your body language. He could tell you were nervous, which excited him.

“Take clothes off,” he stated. With you on the bed and him standing he was able to look down on you.

“I don’t-”

Before you could finish your sentence he gripped your jaw. “It not a request.” You nodded, shaking. He was not someone you wanted to challenged. You slowly took off your shirt, then your pants. You reluctantly went for your bra, but he grabbed your arm. “I do that. You undress me now.”

You nodded, your voice still feeling lodged in your throat. You were just happy to have the focus be on something other than you. You stripped off his jacket, shirt and pants, leaving him in his underwear. “Good,” he said before climbing on top of you. 

Your body instinctively shrunk away from him, which made him scowl. “You treat me like Chrollo. You would not hide from him.” He place his hands on your shoulders, pressing your body into a more relaxed position on the mattress. 

“I’m sorry I- this is just hard for me,” you admitted.

“If you listen it will be easy,” he replied. He placed a kiss to the center of you check. “Chrollo will mark you here.” He kissed the top of your breast that your bra didn’t cover. “And here.” He kissed your neck. “And here. And you’ll let him.” 

“O-okay,” you replied. 

“Now we kiss.” He pressed his lips to yours, which were warmer than you thought they were going to be. Still, you felt you couldn’t kiss him back, your lips feeling glued shut. Feitan’s hand wrapped around your neck, making you gasp. Feitan laughed, licking into your mouth. “If you kiss Chrollo like that, he won’t like.” Feitan tightened his hand around your throat, choking you slightly. 

You kept your eyes closed and tried to pretend you were kissing Chrollo. It was hard at first, especially with Feitan tightening his hand more. “Do better.” Eventually you were able to get into a rhythm; you knew you were doing it right when Feitan loosened his grip. 

His grip loosening, however, meant dipping lower to your chest. He squeezed at your boobs over your bra for a moment, before taking it off. You couldn’t help yourself, you moved to cover yourself. Feitan, of course did not allow it. He gripped your arms and pinned them above your head, tsking. “You are slow learner.” 

Feitan kissed and licked at your breasts and neck. He was very careful not pay attention to too much on one spot, as he did not want to leave a mark. Feitan took any job Chrollo gave him seriously, but especially this one. He knew how much trust Chrollo had to have in him to allow him do this. He would never break the trust, but he would make sure the job was well done. By any means necessary. 

“If I release your hands, you will listen?” Feitan questioned.

“Yes,” you replied, still with a shake in your voice. 

Feitan did as he said he would. “Put them in my hair. Gentle. Chrollo like that.” You slid your hands into his dark locks, running your fingers through them softly. Feitan went back to kissing you as you did this. He smacked you bare thigh when your lips got too stiff again. You yelped, but continued to kiss him like he wanted. Like Chrollo wanted, you reminded yourself. this was for him.

His hand slid down your body, between your thighs. Your legs shut, making him slap your thigh again and roughly pry them open. “Stop fighting.” He ran his hand over your clothed cunt. You focused on kissing him and running your hands through his hair as he touched you. His rubbed your clit through the fabric. You were surprised how it made your stomach curl, how it felt... good. 

It made it a little easier to kiss him and touch him. You let your hands wander a little further down his back, making him hum in approval. You gasped when his finger slipped inside you, but recovered quickly. Feitan curled his finger into a spot that made your breath go ragged. He pumped his fingers faster, your cunt getting wetter by the minute. Your brain was a confused mess. On one hand it was weird to be touched by this stranger, on the other it did feel good. 

Feitan slid in a second finger and you bit your lip to stifle a moan. Feitan gripped your jaw. “Don’t be quiet. He’ll wanna hear.” Feitan scissored your his fingers inside you, stretching you out. This time you let a moan slip from your lips. “Good.” He pulled his fingers out of you and put them in front of your lips. “Now suck.”

You took in his fingers, sucking at them. “More.” He shoved them deeper in your mouth, making you gag a little. You tried to correct yourself quickly, letting your tongue roll up and down the length of them, tasting yourself. Feitan yanked your underwear off and it took everything in you not to hide yourself. You felt so exposed under his gaze. 

As he stripped off his underwear and climbed on top of you, the reality of what was about to happen set in and you started to panic. “No!” you cried trying to close your legs. It was no use, Feitan was so much stronger than you. He dug his nails into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, making you wince.

“You obey, not fight,” Feitan growled, bullying his way between your legs. You brought your hands up and start smacking his chest and shoving him away. A sudden, swift slap to your face stunned you into stillness. Your face stung as he gave you a look that struck fear into you. He gripped your jaw achingly tight and got in your face. “Chrollo never love you like this. He want girl who behave. Who listens.”

“But-” He dug his nails into your thigh more, making you yelp.

“And you never say no to Chrollo,” he practically spat. He released his grip on you, but his gaze kept you pinned in place. “You going to behave now? Or do I tell Chrollo you don’t love him enough.”

You gulped. “P-please don’t.”

“Then shut up and take it,” he replied, flipping you in your stomach. “You can’t be trusted on back.” He took both go your hands in one of his, holding them to your lower back, effectively making you immobile. You felt the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance, covering himself in your slick. He gave you no warning when he pressed into you, making you gasp. 

Despite his smaller stature, his cock stretched your cunt. You whined as he thrust into you, not giving you any time to adjust. A slap came down on your ass. “Arch back more.” His free hand went down the length of your spine, putting you into place. The new position allowed him to get deeper inside you, hitting a spot that made you see stars. “Feels better for him. And you.” He was right, it felt so good. Your pussy throbbed with each brush of his cock at that sweet spot.

When you bit your lip to stifle a moan, you earned another sharp slap to your ass. You opened your mouth to cry out in pain, but it turned into a damn near pornographic moan as Feitan pounded you through it. “Like that. Let me hear.” 

He continued to pound into you rough and hard. You knew you should hate it, that it shouldn’t feel so good, but god it did. You weren’t even faking your moans, they were all real reflections of the pleasure he gave you. Just when you thought it couldn't get more intense, his free hand snaked around to play with your clit.

“Fuck Feitan!” you cried out. You were on the precipice of an orgasm when he pulled his hand away, making you whine.

“You want to cum? Beg.”

“Please!” Another hard slap on your ass.

“Better than that.”

You begged, desperately, “Please Feitan! Please! Let me cum. I need to!”

“Good.” His hand was back on your clit, rubbing rough circles. “Now cum.” Your body responded immediately, tensing then melting into a deep, euphoric state. You were sure to moan loudly, to show him just how good it felt. You have heard him say good again, but your mind was too foggy to be sure. All you know is that he didn’t slap you again, so you must be doing something right.

Feitan pulled out of you quickly, spilling his cum on your ass and back with a low groan. He very much enjoyed when Chrollo gave him jobs like this. “Chrollo will cum inside. And you let him.” You nodded, feeling hazy and spent. Your body collapsed on to the bed as Feitan got up. He tossed a towel at you and told you to clean yourself up. You did your best to wipe his release off yourself as he dressed and disappeared out of the room. 

You were just finished dressing when the door opened again. This time it was your boyfriend. “Chrollo!” you cried out with relief. You ran to him, hugging him tightly. He chuckled lightly; you played right into his plan. He knew Feitan would be rough with you and knew that would make you love his gentleness towards you even more. It was just another way to manipulate you into believing he was a good guy, to make you desperate for his approval.

“My sweet girl,” he hummed rubbing your head. “Feitan said you did good. Just a few more lessons and you’ll be perfect. I'm so proud of you, angel.”

You sniffled. “Really?”

“Of course,” Chrollo replied, giving you a chaste kiss. “I know you must really love me to do this. It makes me so happy. I hope you know I love you, too. All of the is for us, for out relationship.”

Maybe if you weren’t in such as haze you’d realize how ridiculous this all was. Or if you weren't s enamored with him. But both of those things blinded you. “I do love you! I know you love me too. I’ll do anything, I’ll learn fast. I promise.” 

You returned to Feitan’s bed handful of more times over the next few weeks. He taught you to be the perfect lover for Chrollo, someone who submits fully and is eager to please. Overtime you found the lessons to be easier, even enjoyable. Well, maybe that was too strong of a word, but they were pleasurable. Feitan wasn’t gentle with you, but the more you learned and complied, the less he hit or was unnecessarily rough. You couldn’t deny that Feitan knew what he was doing.

Your favorite part, however, was how Chrollo treated you after. You lived for the praise he showered you with, how he kissed and held you. You never once doubted that he loved you, despite handing you over to Feitan. Your hard work paid off when Feitan finally told Chrollo you were ready.

You were a mix of nervous excitement as Chrollo led you to his bedroom. The two of you went out to dinner to celebrate and now it was time to show him you could be the perfect girl for him. You knew Feitan taught you well, but you couldn’t help but be a little nervous.

Chrollo’s lips found yours as you settled into the bed. Your lips moved against his with ease. You parted your mouth slightly, allowing your tongues to swirl together.

“Take your clothes off, my love,” Chrollo whispered in your ear.

“Yes sir,” you replied. You slid out go your dress, letting him admire the lingerie he bought for the occasion.

“All off.”

“Yes sir.”

Your cheeks flushed as you removed the final article of clothings covering you. Chrollo’s gaze was definitely softer than Feitan’s, but it still made your stomach flutter with nerves. You kept a brave face, letting him look without covering anything.

Chrollo smiled. “So beautiful,” he crawled on top of you, kissing your breasts. “My beautiful girl.” He sucked at the skin, in a way that would definitely leave a mark. “And all mine.” He continued kissing, sucking, licking up your chest and neck. You slid your hands through his hair, pressing your body into his touch. Chrollo hummed approvingly. “I allowed Feitan to touch you, but you’re mine. Everyone will know it. You want that right, baby? To be mine?”

“Yes!” you practically cried out as he sucked on a sensitive part of your neck. “’M all yours. Only yours.”

“Good girl,” he purred. He kissed you again as his hand traveled down you body. You slid your thighs open, allowing him access to your throbbing cunt. His fingers slid through you, letting your arousal coat them. “Soaked for me already? Didn’t realize you were so desperate for me.”

“Need you so b-oh,” your sentence died off in a moan as he pressed a finger inside you.

“What's that? I didn’t hear you,” Chrollo mused, pumping his fingers in you. He curled his finger against your sensitive spot, which had you mewling. 

“N-need you so bad!” you cried. His thumb made contact with your clit, making your body jolt. Your thighs instinctively wanted to close from the pleasure, but you kept them open, as you knew he wanted.

“Think I wanna taste this pretty pussy. Would you like that, y/n? What my mouth on your cunt?” Chrollo asked, toying with your pussy.

“Yes sir! Want it, want whatever you want,” you replied breathlessly. 

Chrollo smiled, loving your desperation, how it was clear you would let him do anything he wanted. He laid between your legs, licking a stripe up your pussy. “Mmm, so sweet.” He went straight to your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud. You didn’t stifle your moans at all. Your hands slid through his hair again, running your nails along the scalp. Chrollo let his tongue tease your hole, while his finger took over at your clit. You rolled your hips into him, grinding your pussy against his face just as Feitan told you to. 

Chrollo’s tongue and fingers switched places. He fucked you with his fingers more intensely, giving your pussy a nice stretch.

“P-please, can I cum?” you questioned, trying to desperately to hold on. You did not want to cum before you were allowed. That was a big no.

Chrollo smiled. “Because you asked so nicely.” Your body responded immediately, releasing on his face. Your cried out his name as his tongue flicked your clit through your orgasm. Feitan had made you feel good, but Chrollo made you feel amazing. You knew your love for him made it so much better.

Chrollo sat up, appraising your body. He loved the power of you being naked and him being dressed.  He loved that he could already see bruises forming on your neck. How you already looked fucked out from just his tongue. How you were looking up at him, desperate for more, but waiting for him to tell you what to do. He made a mental note to thank Feitan again.

“Undress me.” 

You complied immediately. “Yes, sir.” Your body was weak from your orgasm, your hands shaking. Chrollo was amused by how your were so desperate for him that you struggled with he buttons on his shirt. You planted kisses down his body as you removed his clothing, another lesson from Feitan. When he was finally naked, you sat back and waited for his instruction.

Chrollo climbed back on top of you and you parted your legs for him dutifully. He teased his type at your hole. “Beg for it.”

“Please Chrollo! Want you so bad,” You begged, “Need you. Only you. Please let me make you feel good!”

Chrollo made a noise of approval. “Such a good girl for me.” He slid his cock into you, making you gasp. He was definitely a little bigger than Feitan, giving you a stretch. He pushed himself in slower than Feitan did, but didn’t give you much time to adjust. He rolled his hips against your yours, his paces quickly increasing. 

His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly. His thumb brushed against your lower lip. You parted your lips, allowing him to slip the digit in. You sucked on it, keeping your eyes on his. You could feel Chrollo’s cock throb, egging you on. You began rolling your hips up to meet his, just like Feitan taught you. 

“Fuck, I love you angel,” Chrollo groaned, “Knew you’d be my perfect girl.” He slipped his thumb out of your mouth, but kept his hand wrapped around your throat. You moaned, despite his grip getting tighter around you. That combined with him pounding into your pussy made you teeter close to edge.

“Chrollo I-nngh ‘m close,” you gasped. “Please can I cum?”

Chrollo dipped in to kiss you before responded, “Yes baby. Cum on my cock.” Your head lolled back as your second orgasm flooded your body. His name slipped from your lips in a desperate moan as the pleasure had you seeing stars. Chrollo fucked you through it, your spasming walls eventually pushing him over the edge. He moaned your name - the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard - filling your pussy with his warm release. His final way to fully claim you as his. 

He didn’t pull out even when you both finished, leaning in to kiss you more. “I love you so much, you were so perfect,” he praised between kiss. “And now you’re mine. Forever.” 

[cloveroctobers]

HOW DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL — RIO [Summer Prompts]

A/N: I was debating between making this Rio or Manny based and usually I like to alternate but for this prompt it felt more Rio like 😂 so hopefully for my October prompts if I write for Mayans again I’ll probably write for Manny. Anyways! Hope you guys get a kick out of this as much as I did writing it.

WARNINGS: language & things actually got a little 🌶️ towards the end which isn’t normally my thing but I guess I got inspired 😈 Enjoy!

SYNOPSIS: Rio’s so productive he hardly gets a day where he can get enough rest in…what happens when you disrupt that over something so irrational? He swears he loves you but he’s also not putting up with your shit.

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using: "what's the point of the blanket being on the couch if it can't be used?" "it's for show!" "oh for the love of god-"

<- check out my previous summer anthology writings here.

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Rio preferred it cold.

It just made sense for the weather to be cold or cool rather than as hot as Diablo’s breath. He wasn’t made for hot weather and he couldn’t get away with his dark attire in the hotter months either. That’s where you two deferred, you loved the heat over the cold any day so as soon as the first day of summer hit…you seemed to glow more even when it wasn't golden hour.

You were outside way before the official day of summer hit because the warm weather was actually sticking around in Detroit and usually Rio was down for whatever, in fact he already booked a trip to Grenada in August (which his skin would probably regret as soon as y’all touched down in the West Indies), but for this particular outing felt like a waste of a time. A older Australian couple that the two of you became acquainted with when the two of you picked up the sport of pickleball—Rio still liked tennis better—invited you two to celebrate their furbaby’s (a Chinese Crested) birthday.

Thats right a whole ass birthday party for a dog who was now widowed, you two attended the wedding just last year and the Chinese Crested, Harlowe was still dealing with the loss of their loved one so the couple thought a party would uplift his spirits. It was ridiculous what rich people got up to but you liked to entertain it sometimes.

For Rio? It was all about networking considering that the wife of the pair was a retired attorney and her husband owned a billionaire company. You knew it wasn’t really a genuine friendship (more so out of convenience) they were the couple you mainly chatted with just to past the time when you all appeared at the same events. So the both of you didn’t appear that disappointed when the husband called Rio up just fifteen minutes before the both of you were getting ready to leave telling you that they, “regretfully want to inform that their beloved Harlowe was not up for a party and rather a intimate gathering with just his parents.”

“Do you think they’re still having something but much smaller and we got uninvited?” You asked, already stepping out of your heels when Rio came back into the bedroom to tell you the news.

Rio lifted his shoulders, “we’ll find out if they did but I didn’t want to go no way.”

“I know you didn’t,” you laugh as you spin around motioning for Rio to help you out of your dress, thanks to a old shoulder injury that had you attending PT from time to time.

He pauses with his fingertips brushing against the nape of your neck, “whatchu getting undressed for? You don’t want to find other plans for tonight?”

This wasn’t shocking, usually when plans got dropped the both of you always found something else to get into. It was rare for either of you to just take cancelled plans for what they were since the both of you stayed busy as a couple and separately.

“Nope…we can stay in. We’re hitting the gym in the morning anyway right?”

“I did say that didn’t I?” Rio sighed while you laughed to yourself, knowing he would prefer doing his own workout at the park or even in the backyard of your contemporary colonial—when you were with him—rather than at the gym.

He already had to put a few people in check for looking at you too long or even turning a friendly conversation into flirtations. Of course you loved Rio letting his protectiveness come out but you drew the line at him causing a few to lose their jobs when it was never that serious (to you). In this economy?! He even tried to persuade you into another gym—which was about an hour AND thirty minutes away from home but you liked the set up of your current gym and already made a few friends there as well.

Which is why he was putting in that work to get ownership over the building these past few months (which went from professional to lethal) but that was a need to know basis for you.

“Uh huh,” you nodded holding the front of the now slumped cowl silk aqua dress, “I know you can’t hang with me, so I’ll let it slide and you can enjoy your PTO.”

“Thank you for your permission, mama.” Rio rolled his eyes playfully, which then proceeded to follow you as you disappeared into the closet by the bedroom door.

Rio leans against the doorway just watching you as you shoved into some loungewear.

“I think I washed these on the wrong setting, ain’t no way these shrunk after only having them for a month.” You stated, pulling at the ends of your plaid boxer shorts with a huff.

Rio hummed, tugging his bottom lip into his mouth while he viewed the length of your legs in those shorts, “nah…that ass is growing and it’s giving me and those shorts something more to eat.”

Throwing your head back with a shake of your head you sharply exhale through your nostrils in warning, “behave.”

“It’s kinda hard to when you look like that.” He licked his lips, tempted to pounce.

“Please, I’ll put you to sleep as soon as you get up in it.” You tease as you step to cradle your husband’s face, “get some rest first honey and then we’ll talk.”

Patting his cheek, you went to squeeze by him but Rio caught your wrist to gain your attention once more. Peering up at him, Rio let his eyelashes flutter as he took his time analyzing the shape of you which was part of the many reasons he loved you, “you’re lucky I could use a few hours.”

You just smile at the heaviness in his raspy tone, leaning forward to press a kiss right to his plump and always moisturized lips. “I’ll be downstairs deciding on bourbon chicken or honey pineapple salmon for dinner.”

Rio kept a straight face as he fought back a yawn but still nodded his head at your retreating form. It felt like as soon as you told him to take his rest, his body was underneath your spell and normally he liked having that effect on you more so but he’ll fight you on it later.

What he hoped you didnt fight him on was taking a spot right on the couch to get these much needed hours in. He couldn’t exactly hide it as the kitchen and living room were basically side by side in an open floor plan but once you got on the phone with your girlfriends…that Kiking was unstoppable and lengthy. Moments later it only took you placing the fillets into the oven, sides done and covered to keep warm, with you getting off the phone and finally glancing to your right to notice the lanky frame of your husband snoring on the sofa. His limbs were always too long for the couch in the living room, which is why majority of the time he spent time on the 2-piece sectional downstairs.

Thankfully Rio wasn’t much of a snorer but sometimes when that sleep really hit? It came out and you knew he needed it. Rio was always sitting on ready regardless of his laidback but cardinial personality but you knew his profession as a, “businessman,” was anything but sweet—unless it came to counting the bag that is. You didn’t get much into his business, always being the one to turn the other cheek until necessary.

The both of you shared words a few times at the start of your relationship when you became serious and found out that Rio had people (before Mick) following you. You were an artist with a successful art gallery, which contained half of your artwork along with other local artists, new and young, and you even had some imported from all over the world. Rio tried it with the import portion of your gallery once before but you shut that shit down and the both of you didn’t speak for at least a week—almost two until the gym became his second focus—after making things right with you. Take that how you will. At the beginning you didn’t appreciate being followed and figuring out that Christopher had something to do with it after pulling out your own piece—something you hated to do but you knew how to handle your own business—Rio tried to persuade you later on that it gave him comfort knowing that his men can keep a eye on you when he can’t.

Some may have felt like that was a red flag (half of your girlfriend’s being the “some,” but one of them always had something negative to say about anything you had going on…which is why you weren’t friends at this point in time) but with a love so immense? And a career like Rio’s? You grew to accept it as a source of another security blanket since you didn’t like to get your hands dirty. Having that kind of power where someone could do that for you? Was indescribable. Sure Rio’s methods of getting to the money may require things you didn’t really agree with, you kept your own business clean just how you wanted but the way you felt about Rio was not something that could just vanish. You knew what his business entailed but you didn’t need to see the grit of it.

So maybe you did get off just a little at your man having that kind of pull on these streets.

Somebody should sue oh wait…they tried that and were part of a missing person’s report but that case was closed back in January.

You leaned against the white marble countertops, another small smile playing on your lips as it was your turn to watch your lightly snoring of a husband on the couch. He didn’t even get the chance to turn the tv on to fall asleep to, another opposite of your relationship, he needed some noise while you preferred it quiet and no light. His ankles hung off the sofa, one hand crossed over his chest as he held onto his shoulder in slumber. It wasn’t until you noticed the bright colored fiesta floral blanket pulled up and slanted underneath his chin that had you entering the living space.

You almost stopped your actions as you stared down at him in peace. You hated him watching you sleep and here you were doing the same but that didn’t last long as you shifted the spatula in your hand.

SLAP!

The stinging Rio felt against his forehead jolted him awake. His lengthy lashes popped open, making him sit up some as he tried to figure out what and who just assaulted him. He blinked a couple of times, trying to focus his vision before he shifted his view to you and that teal silicone spatula.

A furrow appeared seconds later, hand going from his shoulder to rub at the spot in between his thick brows. “What’s goin’ on?”

His voice is groggy and you almost felt bad for slapping the mess out of him. Yet he should be thankful that you didn’t slap the eagle tattoo right off the skin of his throat. The blood rushed to that spot on the center of his forehead but him rubbing at it only made it worse.

“I can ask you the same thing, why are you cuddled up with that blanket?” You motioned to the item with the cooking utensil.

Rio licked his lips, glancing down at the peach, orange, yellow, green, and navy blue blanket. He clears his throat, “Whatchu mean? I’m sleeping and the air’s on.”

Not Mr. Cool needing a blanket when he’s the one who loved having the house set on: icebox where his heart used to be, Omarion needs to slide glide and collect his boy real talk.

“Whose fault is that? I told you it didn’t need to be lower than seventy.”

Rio side eyed you a bit and proceeded to close his eyes again, ready to check out but you kicked at the cushion he laid against. Which made him sit up on his elbows, pinching the space in between his brows, “what’s good wit you? You think that makes sense to have the thermostat set on seventy when it’s damn near ninety out that front door?”

“Yes. It’s all about comfort.”

“That’s what I’m tryin’ to do with this blanket, thank you.” He went to plop back down, ready to pull the fallen object back over his shoulders.

You snatch it right off his body, “this blanket isn’t for you to get your drool on.”

“I don’t drool and wait a minute…did you hit me with that? A used spatula? You’re about to mess up my skincare and that’s feelin’ a little disrespectful to me.”

You scoff as you proceed to fold the blanket how you previously had it tossed along the couch, “No it wasn’t used! You know me better than that and I know you take pride in self care. I wouldn’t do you like that but it’s clear you’re disrespecting me by using this blanket that abuela gave to me.”

Rio felt his eye twitch as he exhaled his rising nerves, “…what's the point of the blanket being on the couch if it can't be used?”

“It’s for show!” You exasperated as you finished brushing over the fur of the oversized blanket.

Rio snorted, “oh for the love of almighty!”

You huffed with your hands on your hips, pulling your attention away from the blanket that was back to the way it was, “What?”

“Be real with me.” Rio jabbed a thumb at the direction of the blanket, “you want me to believe that you’re being this extra over a blanket my abuela got you from fucking Marshall’s?”

You tilted your head to the side, “oh no you didn’t, not you being uppity Mr. Serena & Lily.”

“I didn’t even mean it like that.”

“Now you’re disrespecting Abuela!” You pointed at him accusing, “Just wait until she hears about this!”

“Nah you’re not telling her nothing!” Rio latched onto the waistband of your shorts, yanking you right on the couch as you squealed feeling the air hit your lower back.

You elbowed him as you collapsed right on his lap, “are you trying to get me to moon you? What’s wrong with you?!”

He shushed you with a smirk, “Thanks for confirming just what I needed to hear…” his hands slip down your sides and towards your bare hips beneath the fabric, squeezing the sides of your ass.

“No, we have beef now you pervert.” Your attempt to get off his lap was not working for you, at all.

His lips are at the space beneath your earlobe and the way he’s sucking on the skin is definitely leaving some tingles all over your body. Rio chuckles as he feels you shudder in his lap, “what beef? I think we should talk it out, don’t you?”

He moves one hand from the side of your ass to travel up the valley in between your breasts, grabbing a hand full of the one on the left and his right. Your breathing is picking up now as Rio settles you both back against the couch and it isn’t until you feel the plush of the blanket against your shoulder that you come back to your senses.

You pull yourself from Rio’s hold, snatching the spatula back to aim right at him in defense, “that wasn’t talking.”

“Well I disagree and thought it was until you rudely interrupted me.” Rio briefly rests his elbows against his knees as he sizes you up while you cautiously step back towards the kitchen, “you clearly don’t want me getting in that overtime of sleep anymore so I guess I’m well rested enough to spend quality time with my wife.”

Rio has his eyes set only on you and he can visibly see you gulp at the distance you put between you. That feeds his ego enough, he sniffs as he pushes himself to his feet, stalking over you to pluck the spatula out of your hand and to slide it against the counters towards the deep sink. Rio towers over you, using his fingertips to grip your jaw firm enough to get your sight back on him. Quickly he latches onto your thighs, lifting you against the counter and making space for himself right in between.

His forehead is pressed against yours breathing you in as he yanks you right to the edge of the counter, his hands caressing the warmth of your upper thighs, “you care about that damn blanket so much, I want your eyes to stay only on it while I sample my appetizer, you got that?”

A finger ran over your clothed center and you pushed your moan back down your vocal cords. The both of you were famous for your poker faces but eventually one of you would take it off of the other.

Your heart was pounding against your chest along with the adrenaline also running wild at the way Rio was looking at you, seeking to devour you while biting down on his bottom lip as he fought to keep his eyes on you and not on the increased rise and fall of your chest.

His hand snakes up to your throat, squeezing just enough to let you know what time it was, “I said, do you got that?”

You sucked your teeth, “I heard you—

You started just for Rio to push you by the throat with the swiftness against the counter, other hand flying behind your head just in time to protect the back of it while your thighs instantly latched around his hips in alert.

He laughs a bit, “yeah I knew you’d like that shit,” as he lets go of your throat after turning your head to face the living room, right where your blanket sat then using both of his hands to nudge your thighs apart so he can leave you bare from your shorts.

Curiosity got the best of you as you tried to take a peek to see what your husband was up to. Usually he was the light sleeper but you didn’t miss the sound of the pop of his lips, making you turn your head to see two damp digits.

“What did I say?”

Quickly shutting your eyes, you shielded them with a free hand trying to fight back a smile and still holding your “innocence,” as you waited to open your eyes again.

“Wait!” You called out, just knowing what was to come, “…check the timer for the salmon.”

Rio barely let the annoyance hit as he gazed over his shoulder to the clock on the stove, “ten minutes left. That’s all I need for right now…desserts a different story.”

And with that being said you let his touch be felt in the most pleasing of ways, folding at the way Rio knew just what to do to set you right.

Sitting in the dining room, since you refused to sit at the island—which Rio found humorous and promised he would clean—you can’t be eating at everybody’s house y’all—the both of you sat face to face with you on the bench and Rio in the navy chair across from you.

He chewed on his last piece of fillet, hand underneath his chin as he stared at you slouched over a bit. His long limbs tapped against you underneath the table, watching you flinch as you pushed your shoulders back, which added to more of Rio’s amusement.

“What’s the matter?” He questioned, his dark eyes can’t help but to falter down to your white tank top, “you look cold and might need a blanket? There’s one not far from us actually.”

You scowled while he laughed grinning at you, “you’re such a dick!”

“And you took it so well.”

A gasp fell from your lips while you tossed a folding napkin right towards Rio’s smug face, who snatched it before it could touch him. Leaving him to mockingly kiss his lips at you, “it’s all love.”

“We’ll see.” You chewed back a smirk but Rio can read you just by looking into your eyes.

Rio raised his brows, “That a challenge? I can guarantee you we can make it happen.”

Rio loves leaving you a crying mess and talking you down from your high. His drive was hardly ever low but he thought it was respectable for the both of you to get some nutrients in before the full rounds started.

You held up a finger, grabbing your glass to chug the rest of the water, making Rio rest his cheek into the knuckles of his hand with a glint in his eyes.

“Okay,” you exhale, “but it’s my time to set it off.”

Rio nodded his head ready for whatever you had in mind although he’s envisioning reverse cowgirl, “cool, no complaints on my end.”

“I bet,” you raise a foot to caress his lap, “Can help you back to sleep in some blankets that are actually meant for sleeping with.”

Rio groaned for two separate reasons of course, reaching one hand down to grip your ankle, “lead the way, mama.”

“Not until you do the dishes and clean the counter. I know how much you hate going to bed with a dirty kitchen and we ain’t got shit to do so…get to it. I’ll be waiting.” It was your turn for some small payback as you hopped up from the bench, a glare crossing Rio’s features.

You laughed as you gripped his shoulders, leaning down to press your lips against his. The both of you tilted your heads just right as your lips battled against each other soon before you slipped your tongue against Rio’s. It was getting nasty again and he was ready to pull you right in his lap and let you do your thing right there but you pulled back with a bit of saliva between your lips.

“Hurry up, I’ll be ready to take my own nap myself soon.” You wink at him before you quickly pulled yourself from his grasp.

Rio swallowed his own breathing down, hands rubbing at his wet lips first and then the tension in his jaw all while feeling the twitch below again. Looking at the dishes and feeling the pull towards you was another battle within itself. Usually he wasn’t the clean up crew, he had people for that professionally and personally and as he started cleaning one dish he checked his own pocket to book a cleaning service for the morning. However he did take his time cleaning down the island, he wasn’t that cruel.

And who needed the gym anyway when you had his heart pumping enough?

He didn’t have to cancel that too.

Rio always ran shit.

The gym was just as much as his now as you are.

Just how he liked it.

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Continue with my summer anthology prompts & writings here.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for making a YouTuber feel uncomfortable? 

Here me out please, before you all make assumptions. 

A couple months ago, I(19F) began following a YouTuber that I quickly began to love. I won’t be saying the YouTuber’s name for the sake of protecting their privacy, obviously. I started to watch their videos(which were mainly about a story that she came up with, featuring her ocs) and enjoyed them all, enjoyed the ocs, too. This YouTuber is a relatively unpopular one, but not so unpopular that they’re obscure or completely unheard of, they’re just not one of the big names in the YouTuber community. I made a few amazing friends due to us being in the same fandom and both enjoying this YouTuber’s content. One day, I decided to write a fanfic for this person’s story featuring her ocs. I uploaded the fic to AO3 and made sure to credit the YouTuber with creating these amazing ocs. I then showed it to my few friends, who all loved the fanfic. However, one day I made the mistake of showing the fic to a mutual friend(now an ex-friend but that’s a topic for another discussion) that me and the YT both share, and she sent the fanfic to the YT without my permission. Now before y’all get up in arms, I didn’t mind at all that she had sent it to the YT, in fact, I actually wanted the YT to see. However I really wish that she had asked me first, because I would have been more than happy to show it to them! Unfortunately, a few days after I sent it to her, my other friend(let’s call her M) showed me an announcement the YT made on her Discord, in which she complained about people writing fanfictions of her ocs and “using” them in her stories without her permission. She also stated that she felt like she was losing control of her story when other people wrote fanfics of it, and that whoever wrote the fanfiction “didn’t understand boundaries”(even though she didn’t have this boundary before and also wrote in the announcement that she used to be okay with fanfics of her work, but now no longer is). I deleted the fanfic the moment I saw the post from my friend, but I was a bit disappointed since I never meant to make her feel uncomfortable and only wanted to show my love and appreciation for her story, and possibly get more people to check out her story as well. Still, I deleted the fanfic from AO3. 

Now, here’s where things get interesting. A while later, I joined the YouTuber’s Discord server, where I met many people that I got along quite well with and quickly befriended. I often engaged in conversations with them about the story, and often drew fanart of my favorite character and posted it to the art channel in the server(she’s okay with fanart of her ocs, just not fanfics). Now is probably a good time to mention that while I was in the Discord server(and even before that) I often talked about the story with my friend on Tumblr(not M, these are two separate friends) who did not have Discord but loved the story just as much as I did. We often talked about the story and how much we enjoyed it, and often came up with jokes and headcanons, basic stuff like that, that any fan would do. Anyway, back to the Discord, one of the rules of the server was not to be disrespectful or rude or malicious towards other people, and another was that if you received two warnings about your behavior in the server then you would be quickly banned from the server and no longer allowed to come back. I understood this and tried to conduct myself to the best of my ability. However, one day, I found myself mysteriously unable to access the server, and when I tried to rejoin, I was again unable to. I found out that the reason I couldn’t access the server was because I had been banned due to “disrespectful behavior”, “engaging in arguments”, and making the YouTuber(who ran the server) uncomfortable. I was confused, because I genuinely don’t remember ever engaging in rude behavior with anyone. The few instances(according to them) in which I had been allegedly rude or disrespectful to people were both genuine misunderstandings, and both times I had apologized for them and did not repeat the behavior. I also did not receive any form of warning before being banned, despite one of the rules being that you will receive two warnings before being banned from the server. Still, I apologized for my alleged hostility and asked if I could come back, however the YouTuber said no, and went on to add that not only was I rude to people in the server(which, again, were both genuine misunderstandings), but that she had seen my Tumblr conversations with my friends in which I talked about her story, and said that she was “wildly uncomfortable” with how “obsessive” I was with it as well as my favorite character in the story. This bewildered me to no end because the YouTuber did not have Tumblr and had never once ever mentioned being on or having access to Tumblr, so I did not expect her to see my posts(and even if she did, I did not expect to get banned for them as they do not violate the rules of the server). It made me wonder why she didn’t just talk to me and explain to me that she was uncomfortable with me posting about her work instead of just banning me altogether and not giving me a chance to defend myself. I ended up sadly and reluctantly deleting all of my posts relating to her story, and requesting my friend to do the same. I told M about this scenario, and she was enraged on my behalf, saying that the YouTuber probably was actually upset about my having written a fanfic for her ocs, and said that she didn’t understand me being called obsessive because I acted like a normal fan would(which I agree with). Some of my other friends have sided with me as well and told me that the YouTuber was acting petty, however some of my friends have taken a middle ground. None of them entirely condemned me, but that may just be because they are biased and don’t want to hurt my feelings. The mutual friend/now ex-friend(of course) merely told me to “self-reflect” and move on from the story. Regardless, the YouTuber now has me blocked, not just on Discord, but on Instagram as well, where I also reside. 

Reasons why I think I might be the asshole: I will admit that I have a tendency to really hyperfixate on things and get especially attached to fictional characters that I adore and resonate with, so I can see why that would make them uncomfortable. That being said… 

Reasons why I think I might not be the asshole: I genuinely wasn’t trying to make this wonderful YouTuber feel uncomfortable or be “obsessive” with the story. I merely wanted to show my appreciation for it in a way that I thought was normal for online fans, which included writing a fanfic, drawing fanart, and geeking out about the story with my friends(admittedly publicly). I had no idea that these actions would turn the YouTuber off, and merely wanted to show how much I enjoyed the story. I also was never rude to anyone in the server and apologized whenever a misunderstanding rose up. I never tried to be aggressive with anyone or cursed anybody out or tried to have arguments with people, so I have no idea where that came from. 

So, what say ye, oh wise people of Tumblr? Am I the asshole or not?

What are these acronyms?

[sleepysnk]

there’s some things i really wanted to talk about especially regarding my account and tumblr as a whole, so i decided to finally make this post as a way to sort of vent out my feelings on some things.

i’m not gonna lie, tumblr has become a very different place from what it was. i started creating content 3 years ago and it’s gone through so many changes (much expected). however, i don’t think tumblr has really changed for the better, especially when it comes to content creators. this used to be a really safe space for me to come on and create works for fandoms that i enjoyed, but recently, that safe space hasn’t felt, well, safe anymore. there is constant discourse everywhere on this platform and i’ve found that many people here are just extremely bitter? it’s almost like it’s become a mean girl center and it makes it difficult to interact with others.

obviously, this doesn’t go for everyone. i’m not trying to come at people specifically or cause issues, but i have seen my fair share of problems with people on here and some of it is just completely ridiculous.

next, i’d like to discuss the elephant in the room and that’s the lack of interaction/support to writers. it is just mind blowing to me that we as creators have to BEG our followers to reblog or even send us asks. obviously, some people are new to tumblr and don’t understand it’s algorithm, but there are people on here who just simply chose not to reblog for some reason?? it’s not only discouraging, but it puts less confidence in writers and then we aren’t motivated to create content. i’ve said this before, but there is no reason why a 2k note fic should have only 100 or so reblogs. likes mean nothing on this platform. it’s not Twitter. i genuinely have gotten so tired of repeating myself that i don’t even say it anymore because i know it won’t be acknowledged.

i understand people have lives, i do too, but it isn’t hard to send an ask to a writer about literally anything. i think the last time i had an anon ask was weeks ago and i genuinely get disappointed when i ask for interactions just to receive nothing? no one is obligated to speak with me or send me asks by any means, but a little “hey! how are you?” goes a long way. i probably sound ridiculous, but it’s just how i feel about the matter.

another thing that bothers me is when a writer doesn’t write smut or suggestive content, they hardly get any interaction. i’ve seen it myself before and i’m not sure why people just ignore greatly written fics?? i understand that smut is the main appeal. trust me, i 100% get it, but fluff writers hardly get any attention and some of the best fics i’ve read weren’t even smut related. i’m not saying every person here has to read fluff or angst fics by any means, but it makes me sad that people write these fics to hardly get any interaction because it isn’t smut content. the least y’all can do is reblog it.

to discuss my account, i honestly don’t really feel the most happy here. i don’t have as much motivation as i used to and i have contemplated removing my account, but i have some great fics i’d rather not have be deleted. i might start a new account for a fresh start, but i’m still not 100% on it.

and if you read this till the end, thank you! i probably sound like a whiny baby but i just wanted to express some of my feelings because it’s been weighing on me a lot recently.

[spidrstar]

A LITTLE BIT MORE

★ pairing: aged up!miles1610 x latina!reader

★ warnings: all characters in this story are 18!!! suggestive i think?

★ summary: Miles has been your math tutor for the past few months and you can’t lie, he’s been sort of your lil bestfriend too because you tell him all about your boy problems and everything. It got to a certain point where you were about to let something personal slip.. specifically how you didn’t know how to kiss. Miles may be a lil nerd n a tutor n all but he still gets play, so you asked him to show you how to kiss and it slowly turned into more than that.. a make out session.

★ w/c: 2k

★ a/n: ok so ik i put up a poll for y’all to choose but.. i rly wanted to write abt 1610 miles esp for this one shot 😣 sry yall i got yall w the next one shot tho trust🙏

“Miles, please don’t make me do this problem on my own.. you know how I am with fractions.”

You groaned at just the sight of the problem and leaned back on your arms.

For context, you were currently in Miles’ room with three different text books sprawled out open on the floor. He’s been your math tutor for the past four months because you failed your last two math classes and couldn’t afford to fail one more because that would cause you to fail the grade. Today, you were both going over things that were going to be in your test at the end of the marking period.

You’ve been studying non-stop all week and grew tired of it (even though all you mostly did was get off topic and have endless conversations with Miles.)

“Y/n, c‘mon you can’t do this every time i’m tutoring you. Just try.” Miles smiled at your reaction to the math problems in the book.

“Can we please just take a small break?”

“..Y/n our last break was 5 minutes ago.”

“Exactly my point!! It’s been too long.”

He chuckled at you and had no choice but to give in. It’s not like he didn’t enjoy the silly conversations you both had. You both saw each other as.. you wouldn’t say therapists but more of a.. comfort friend? Just someone you could talk to freely basically. At this point you were practically each others best friend, you just hadn’t noticed it yet.

Miles always enjoyed your company, no matter what you both were doing as long as it was together. You rarely ever hung out together if it wasn’t involved with tutoring, but that wasn’t a bad thing. You would almost get tutored everyday because math just really wasn’t something you were good at..

“Soo.. what’s with you and that guy what was his name.. Ethan?”

“It’s Evan, and we fell out. I found him talking to two of my friends at the same time and I wasn't gonna stay around to see that unfold. I told them of course, just didn’t wanna be there to witness the outcome.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, Miles knew your situation with guys very very well. He knew almost all of the guys you messed around with, well.. weren’t the best. If he was honest, they sucked ass. They all seemed to go after you for one thing, your body. Miles always hated the idea of you talking to another guy, not in a weird or possessive way of course, he was just over protective of you. He always remembers the nights you would text him asking him if he was free just to cry in his arms.

Sometimes you would come in all moody to your study sessions too and for you that was off, because when you opened your mouth it never seemed to shut.

He palmed his face and sighed in disappointment of yet another shitty guy you messed with.

“I told you he seemed off. He was wayy too friendly for a guy that ‘only wanted to be with you’ I never trusted him and i’m proud to say i didn’t.” Miles quoted with his fingers.

You smiled and looked down at the floor deep in thought, “Yeah well, he was ugly anyways. Personality wise too, he never really made me laugh. When I did laugh around him I would laugh at him, not with him. Y’know?”

“Yeah, I would notice. Your laughs never seemed genuine around him.” He shrugged.

You smirked and cocked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what’s ‘genuine’ to you?”

Miles leaned in and placed his palms on his knees looking up at the ceiling thinking of what to say.

“Like.. it’s hard to explain. Around me, your laughs just have a higher pitch and you lose your breath much quicker and you make random sounds while laughing which is what gets me to laugh. Then, around him your laughs were like so motone and you didn’t really hold onto your stomach as if it hurt from laughing so much, you get me?”

You stared at him in disbelief from how much he went into detail, you never thought of how much he really paid attention to you. Your face was a little bright red, you were flustered because you just felt so.. special? The feeling was unknown.

“Wow.. that’s—that’s a lot. I get what you mean though, his jokes were never as funny as yours were. You don’t even have to try to make me laugh.” You smiled.

He smiled back and made a proud expression, you knew what was coming next. Miles always made this face when he was about to brag about something.

“Thank you, I get that a lot from girls. I always make sure to keep them entertained and never treat them like shit. I don’t understand how you manage to find guys like that, I would never do what they do. Pretty sure my ma would kill me.” He chuckled at the last sentence.

You rolled your eyes at the bragging, you knew Miles had game and had many many girls falling for him. I mean, who wouldn't fall for him? Look at him, he has a great personality, he's caring, a momma's boy which, by the way, is totally adorable and he’s just so sweet and genuine. His smile was contagious and he was attractive too of course..

You snapped back to reality, your mind wandering off somewhere else.

“Bet you got lots of bitches huh.” You choke out a laugh trying to ignore the thoughts lingering at the back of your head.

“Nah, it may seem that way but I honestly got my eye set on one girl. I’m not bout that ‘playa’ shit y’know? Gotta keep it real and let ‘em know that cause leading people on ain’t what i’m about.”

You looked at him intensely, really wondering who this girl was. Although you felt the urge to beg him to tell you because you knew how stubborn he was, you didn’t. You were scared you weren’t gonna like his answer so you brushed the feeling aside.

You wouldn’t admit it to anyone but yourself (barely) you had feelings for Miles, you weren’t aware of it until about a month ago when you went on countless dates. On every single one, Miles was in your head and you couldn’t seem to focus on the person in front of you.

“That’s surprising, if you’re not a player like you say you aren’t how do you treat your girls?” You quickly switched the topic and switched the rolls.

“Well, ion be messin’ around with other girls or on that friendly shit y’know? Every chance I get ima flaunt my girl like she’s the lottery.” He smiled proudly.

You scoffed in jealousy. “Wow, I wish there were more guys like you shit ONE like you at least.”

Miles blushed a bit at the way you said you wanted someone like him. He quickly recovered and perked a brow, scoffing with a proud expression.

“Yeah well, I'm one of one. Can’t find anyone like me.”

“I just can’t believe it, I haven’t even been with one guy who’s good enough to show me how to-“

You quickly saved yourself from the embarrassment and threw your hands over your mouth. Miles took notice of this and he raised a brow at you and moved slightly closer.

“Show you how to what?” He asked, smirking only slightly.

Heat rose to your cheeks, you covered your face and grumbled from already feeling embarrassed even though you hadn’t even told him yet. You hid yourself in your knees not wanting to face him.

“C’mon I promise I won't laugh!” He begged.

“Yes you will! I know you!”

“I swear on my pet hamster's life I won't.” He spoke seriously.

You looked up a bit, sighing and agreeing to say what was on your mind, you had always been ashamed of it because you never really kissed just anyone. You wanted it to be special, of course you’ve kissed a few but your old self thought they were special when they weren’t.

“F-Fine. I—I..don’t know how to kiss.” You whispered the last part lowly, too embarrassed to say it outloud.

“A lil louder than that Y/n, it’s just you and me here c’mon.” He sweetly smiled at you placing a hand on your back.

“I don’t know how to kiss.” You said bluntly, looking straight to avoid his striking gaze.

All that could be heard were stifled chuckles and you turned to stare at the culprit, Miles was cupping his mouth with both hands trying not to burst out laughing straight in your face. You smacked the back of his head and scolded him for swearing.

“Miles! You swore on your hamster's life!”

Laughter erupted from him and could be heard loudly throughout the room. Soon he calmed down and collected enough breath to speak.

“He died like a week ago, it's fine.”

“What?! And you didn’t tell me?? Tu si eres malo.”

“Whatever, back on topic. You don’t know how to kiss? How? You’re like, genuinely one of the prettiest girls I know.”

You blushed at both the comment and from embarrassment. You were 18 almost 19 and didn’t even know how to properly have a make out session, not that it was your fault. All the guys you messed with genuinely sucked, and your lips were far too precious for you to just place them on anyone.

“Hey! No es culpa mía, i bet you’re not even good at kissing either.” I huffed angrily.

“Actually, I'm quite known for being a great kisser para tu información.” He admitted proudly.

Then, an idea spiked up in your head. He was your best friend.. you think? Might as well take this perfect opportunity to ask him for a favor, a huge one. This had you nervous though, because it could go two ways. He would say yes and show you and you both would continue to live your lives as if nothing happened, as normal friends right? Or.. you would be embarrassed for the rest of it if he said no. How would you recover from that? Whatever.. might as well do it now and pray nothing bad happened.

“Miles?” You finally spoke, with a serious tone hiding behind your words.

“Yes?”

“Could you.. um—do me a favor?” You spoke shyly, a wave of nervousness was coming at you and strong.

“Depends. What is it?” He spoke more lowly now with curiosity, he subconsciously moved closer to you to hear you clearly. In case you’d decided to whisper again since that was a habit.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for what was to become. This determined whether or not you would ever talk to him or see him the same, you seriously thought you wouldn’t be able to recover from this.

“Could you..maybe.. teach me?” You looked down at the floor again, biting the inner corner of the inside of your cheek. You were slightly sweating from how nervous you were.

A few seconds of silence passed before you looked up nervously. Many thoughts racing in your mind right now;

‘What if he was making fun of me in his head right now?’

‘What if he didn’t want to be friends with me anymore?’

‘What if he thought I was weird?’

‘What if he hates me now?’

Your thoughts were quickly put to a pause when he spoke up, you thought you were dreaming when you heard the words escape his mouth.

“Sure, I’ll teach you. But are you sure like, completely sure you wanna do this? I’m kinda rough with it, and i don’t know if you’d like it.” He spoke softly when looking at you.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, shutting your eyes and nodding. You smiled sweetly at him, your heart speeding up with a hint of excitement. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about kissing Miles at least once.

“Yes, I'm sure.” You stared at his eyes then his lips wide eyed, your eyes glistening with anticipation. Your lips were slightly parted as you oh so wanted to lean in and just kiss his pretty lips already, but you waited for him to instruct you on what to do.

He moved closer to you and sat in front of you staring at you with slightly hooded eyes. He smirked as he spoke and that’s all you seemed to notice.

“Alright, first you needa part your lips slightly which i see you’re already doing. Then, you just tilt your head to whichever side you prefer and lean in. Close your eyes obviously, then just follow my lead. Simple, you got it?”

You nodded once again, and blushed lightly as he leaned in closer. His hand made his way up and he gently placed it on the side of your neck and tilted his own head shutting his eyes to kiss you.

“Alright, here we go..” He whispered.

With that, he kissed you gently. His soft lips locked with yours, surprisingly you seemed to follow along quickly and placed one of your hands on his toned chest. Your breaths seemed to quicken with every second that passed and he started to lean in more, this time you were slightly pushed back. You held onto the front of his shirt pulling him down with you. Your forearms supporting your upper weight as you laid back on the floor.

Miles now completely on top of you deepened the kiss, his tongue softly grazed against your bottom lip asking for permission to enter which you complied to. He placed his hand back on your neck, his fingers resting on the bottom part of your lower head pushing you against him more. You let a low moan slip past you and you opened your eyes wide, with shock but quickly closed them back up once you heard the sounds he made.

The ‘agressiveness’ he mentioned now showing as low growls escaped his lips when getting a few seconds to breathe between kisses. His tongue fighting with yours for dominance which he quickly claimed.

He broke the kiss, a string of saliva showcasing how intense the kiss was. He smirked against your lips and you both breathed heavily against each other, chests heaving up and down rapidly. He caressed the sides of your waist slipping one hand under the hem of your shirt and leaned in to seductively whisper in your ear.

“I think I'm gonna have to teach you a little bit more than just kissing, ma.” He smirked.

★ translations: tu si eres malo - you’re so mean || no es culpa mía - it’s not my fault || para tu información - for your information ||

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[katherines-imagines]

Ao’nung Headcannons

If y’all want to choose the next character just comment them or msg me :)

•For Ao’nung, I think the reader would come with the Sully Family.

•As we know, Ao’nung was a total ass in the beginning, so let’s do something with that.

•I feel that the reader would just be fierce, clash with him to keep Ao’nung in place, yk?

•So when he starts touching their tails when they wait for Ronal and Tonowari to let them stay, you definitely hiss at him, tail flicking harshly with your ears back.

•Of course he’s startled, bc of him being the next chief, everybody has fo respect him

•So when little Ms attitude comes, he is damn shocked.

•Before he can respond, Tonowari comes and as Ao’nung stares at you, your glaring right back.

•I feel like Ao’nung then gets a crush on you.

•Not because he wants someone feisty, but someone who doesn’t care that he’s going to be the chief, not want him just to become the Tsahik.

•When you start the lessons, he’s always looking in your direction with a smirk on his face.

•He teases you (ofc) and tries to impress you (and fails miserably) until you have some badass snarky comeback that keeps his mouth shut.

•Probably during dinner that night, he’ll go to you and apologize, and you’ll forgive him

•From then on, he try’s to be polite to you, and not mean to the Sully’s in front of you.

•So of course Lo’ak drags you everywhere with him now, totally pissing Ao’nung off.

•After the fight he had with Lo’ak and Neteyam because he was picking on Kiri, you are upset, and just tell him don’t do it again.

•I think y’all’s first fight would be when he left Lo’ak alone past the reef

•After you see what happened, you stomp over to Ao’nung and yell at him

•Before he can even begin to apologize, you say something about how you couldn’t believed you liked someone like him (might make an imagine of this)

•Even after he apologizes for his behavior to the Sully’s, you still ignore him, and his ears are always down.

•When y’all are talking about Payakan and Lo’ak stomps off, everyone disperses and you can still feel Ao’nungs gaze on you.

•When you harshly spit out a what, and you look at him for the first time since the incident, you see how sad he actually is.

•He then starts profusely apologizing and saying how he hated that he disappointed you, and so on

•When you tell he’s finally genuine mid-rant, you stop him with a kiss.

•When yall break apart, he has tears trailing down his cheeks and asks if your not still mad at him, and starts going on a tangent saying how he was terrible and he didn’t deserve forgiveness when you stop him

•From then on, y’all are dating and it’s so funny and cute

•Y’all banter back and forth all the time, him with flirty pick up lines and you ‘shooting him down’.

•Just make sure to keep the boy’s ego in check.

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A/N: I think I may make a couple part imagine for the fight and forgiveness headcannons. Hope you guys liked it :)

[lo-aksgf]

sfw alphabet – lo’ak sully

pairings ; lo’ak sully x gn!metkeyina!reader

warnings ; not proofread :3

a- asking (Who’s the first person to confess and how does it happen?)

lo’ak confessed first, it was during an argument over how he thought you were inlove with his brother. which wasn’t true obviously considering you’re inlove with him

b- best memory (What is their most memorable memory you two share?)

when you were teaching him to hold his breath and he fell off a rock, pulling you down with him. both of you laughing

c- cuddles (What is their favourite cuddling position? Do they like physical touch?)

likes laying his head on your stomach, he listens to what’s going on in there💀, while he rubs circles on your thigh with with his hand.

d- domesticity (Are they the type to settle down with you? Are they willing to help with chores?)

lo’ak would love to start a family with you, but little lo’aks running around everywhere? omds. he would so settle down with you, also he wouldn’t let you do anything and i mean anything while your pregnant. he’d yours and his chores.

e- encouragement (Do they encourage you to achieve your goals? If so, how do they support you?)

he supports you no matter what, he encourages you do achieve your goals even if it’s something that’s strange. he loves u!!!

f- favourite thing(s) about you (What are their favourite personality traits/physical features about you?)

he loves your eyes, the way you have to look up at him when he talks to you. lo’ak could stare into them allll day.

g- goofiness (Do they like to make you laugh? How often do they joke around with you?)

this is lo’ak we’re talking about, he is always cracking jokes. majority of his jokes are really stupid but he always loves seeing the smile on your face and hearing your laugh

h- honesty (Would they lie to you? How much do they share with you?)

he can’t lie to you, if he had to lie to you it would be something really important.

i- impression (What was their first impression of you? Was it positive or negative?)

lowkey love at first sight, he was flabbergasted the minute he saw you!!

j- jealousy (Are they the type of person to get jealous? If so, how do they react to being jealous?)

very very jealous, hates when your within 6 feet of ao’nung. he’s just jealous of neteyam in general but you reassure him that you’d never leave him for someone else

k- kissing (Where do they like to kiss you? How frequently do they like to kiss?)

this boyyyyy, kisses you all the damn time. well not in front of his parents but in front of anywhere else yeah. he likes to kiss you on the lips, he also likes kissing your nose for some reason.

l- love language (What’s their love language?)

physical touch and words of affirmation, have y’all seen this kid?

m- marriage (Do they want to marry you eventually?)

yes, lo’ak would so marry you even as a teenager. obviously you guys had to wait until you were older.

n- nicknames (What do they call you? What do you call them?)

calls you corny nicknames but it’s cute, calls you baby a lot. tried to call you bub once but you shit his ass down. you don’t really call him any nicknames, you’ve called him pretty boy a couple times but he almost had a heart attack so you don’t do it often shshsh

o- openness (How much do they tell you about themselves? Do they reveal everything at once or gradually throughout the relationship?)

hides a lot of stuff, he opens up to your a bit later in the relationship. he tried to hide the fact he’s a outcast and an ‘disappointment’ but as soon as you reassured him he wasn’t he didn’t hide it from you

p- PDA (Are they affectionate in public or do they prefer to keep your kisses behind closed doors? Are they the type to brag about their SO?)

brags about you to ao’nung and his friends alllll the time, subtly also brags about you to neteyam 💀 neteyam genuinely gets annoyed but it sometimes because of how much lo’ak talks about you. lo’ak is very affectionate in public unless it’s like i said, in front of his parents.

q- quirk (A random skill they have that is beneficial to your relationship)

braiding. he braids your hair and puts beads to match his to kinda show off that your taken.. it doesn’t really make a lot of sense unless you and him are standing next to eachother

r- romance (Are they the romantic type? If so, how do they express their feelings?)

he tries to be romantic, ends up with you giggling at him but he does his best!! he doesn’t mind that you laugh at him though

s- security (How protective are they of you? If they are, how do they show this?)

holds your hand in public all the time, acts as if he’s your bodyguard or something

t- turn-offs (What traits do they find unattractive?)

couldn’t think of anything cause y’all are perfect the way you are ;))

u- understanding (Are they good at sympathising with your problems? Do they listen to you when you need to rant?)

he doesn’t know how to comfort you when you break down to him, he just sits there and listens to you and hugs you.

v- value (What do they value most about your relationship?)

you. he values you most!! well, he values that your so caring towards him. that you don’t see him as a disappointment like his dad does

w- wild card (A random headcanon about your relationship)

he tries to rizz you up all the time. acts as if your some random woman hes just met and tries to rizz you up, you think it’s so annoying

x- x-ray (How well are they able to read you?)

lo’ak can read you like a book, can just tell by your eyes if somethings up

y- yearning (How well do they cope when their SO isn’t with them?)

breaksdown, cries, screams, dies. jk, kinda? he can’t cope without you honestly

z- zappy (Are they fast-paced in a relationship? Or do they like to take things slow?)

he’s fast paced in the relationship, but no so fast that your rushing. if you guys flirted / hung out so much before you became official that it wouldn’t even feel like your just starting the relationship.

[joyswonderland1108]

Let’s talk

Question for the unhinged tkkrs out there since y’all like crawling on Jikook spaces unprovoked so might as well ask. Someone shared a thread with me and i got really curious so:

1/ Why are you bringing up Tae into an equation where he wasn’t even mentioned? Like what does JK’s live or his interactions with ANY other member for that matter has to do with Tae? 

2/ Why are you disappointed in JK for interacting with a fellow bandmate a “brother” as you oh so like to label Jimin as? Shouldn’t “family” be able to interact? I don’t see y’all combusting at the mere idea of JK interacting with his older brother so why should it be a problem when it’s Jimin since according to you he’s the same as his actual older brother?

3/ You say that Jimin came to interact with JK right after he mentioned Tae’s album on his previous live as if WE didn’t read the article mentioning Tae’s album even before JK’s live let alone actual members of THE SAME BAND knowing about it, so if anything according to y’all smart asses, Jimin should’ve interacted with JK’s previous live actually, also, show me where an official announcement of Tae’s album is? It’s giving the same bullshit people were spitting about JK’s album coming on the 14th of July when it made no sense an actual album was coming out then, all based off of a naver article and even when Hybe replied to the speculations, motherfuckers were still holding onto the fact that it was going to be an album. Sure Tae’s album is coming but show me where did Hybe post about the official release date since apparently it’s already out there and Jimin and JK’s “fan service” is interfering with it.

4/ Aren’t you jinxing your happiness a bit too early? What makes you think JK won’t be supporting Tae’s solo? Why are you talking as if you already know he wouldn’t be supporting it? Weren’t you fawning at the idea of them leaving Yoongi’s concert together? So why would you believe or make yourself believe JK won’t be supporting Tae? 

5/ You say Jimin interacts with JK when something related to his work is coming up? Did Jimin tell you personally he has something coming up? Did he make a private GC for y’all to share the news of an upcoming release? Are you living in a multiverse where Jimin already announced something coming up soon? 

6/ You say that Jimin is a natural flirt, he flirts with everyone, why should it bother you that he’s flirting with JK? Did Namjoon tell JK in a comment that he fell in love with him? Why doesn’t that bother you? Also, no one is stopping any member from commenting under each other’s lives, if any member wanted to comment under JK’s live they would’ve done that. You say that Tae and JK are being rebellious against the company and giving their love the freedom it deserves then why wouldn’t they rebel during a live too? No one is holding Tae hostage stopping him from showing his undying love to JK through a live? Also why do you make Tae sound like a depressed and mistreated boyfriend? For someone who claims to love him you sure like to speak ill of him.

7/ Why would you tune out of JK’s live simply because Jimin is commenting? Don’t you love JK too? Why would Jimin’s presence bother you? You could’ve pass it up as two best friends joking around so why do you oh so believe that this is upsetting for you and for Tae? Why weren’t you bothered by Vmin’s interactions in front of JK? Shouldn’t being upset apply to JK too then? Shouldn’t you feel sad the Jimin “the homewrecker” as you like to refer to him as, is being touchy with “JK’s boyfriend”? 

No cause i’m genuinely curious at the thought process.

[winns-stuff]

LO RANT:

Can we just talk about how incredibly insensitive and blissfully ignorant some fans are about trigger warnings for these very heavy and touchy subjects? Listen I’ve never been so disappointed in my damn life about this stuff, how are you going to read a comic about all of this heavy stuff that happens to people in real life yet also want people who’ve been affected by said topics to shut up or disengage from the comic completely. Y’all are giving this grown woman too much coddling at this point and it’s distressing, Rachel is a grown woman and it’s not like anyone forced her to put these topics into her story she understands (I hope but I say this loosely) that these discussions can be harder to experience for some people rather than others which is why trigger warnings exist and why you give your millions of fans who all come from very DIFFERING experiences than your own a trigger warning to warn them so their day won’t be demolished.

People have a right to call that shit out and if you don’t need the trigger warning good for you, stop acting like these people are insulting the comic by asking for one. It’s not like people are asking her to make a whole around the world trip in one day they are simply just asking for a damn trigger warning. I’m getting so extremely tired of Lore Olympus fans still not getting or even trying to understand this, these people understand that this comic handles serious things but just because Rachel has been “forgetting” the trigger warnings and they don’t want her allowing her fans to go head first into disturbing content doesn’t mean they want their hand held. Also, for the people saying that they should know when those scenes come up you make no sense anyways because you really can barely tell when scenes like these are coming without a trigger warning. The Demeter thing took me by surprise, so did Hera’s story, so did Demeter’s backstory, so did Hades’ shitty apology, etc. The amount of times that I got blindsided by serious topics such as those being dropped into the comic is way too fucking many to count so please don’t try and hide behind that excuse. There’s millions of fans out there who don’t expect shit like this just because you’ve been studying Lore Olympus and got down the mannerisms of the characters before something disturbing or traumatic is coming up doesn’t mean others do.

I’m sorry if I come off rash or meaner in this post I’m just extremely over this whole thing. I am a person that needs trigger warnings as well and last night I watched a video, thinking it would be funny, that ended up harming me. It was a “health” video and it was basically someone telling the viewers that regular human things happening to you is a sign of a painful death, I remember being so mortified that I felt my blood running cold and my heart pounding in my ears. If you didn’t know I’m very anxious, paranoid, and an overall hypochondriac so I don’t do well with shit like that coming up and randomly making itself known. I know many people probably wouldn’t care but I just wanted to let you guys know why trigger warnings are so useful and important to those that need them. Last night my body entered flight or fight mode just by that video alone and I was absolutely panicked, I was in so much distress and it was all because of one video. It only takes one chapter without a trigger warning to trigger worser things than that and we should all be mindful of that fact.

Again, sorry if all of this is aggressive or mean I didn’t mean anything by it I just wish that fans did better. It’s sad seeing them put down others for genuine concerns and it’s even sadder that Rachel does not do anything about it. There’s only so much toxic positivity you can fill up before there’s no real community left and there’s way too many fans who deserve at least a trigger warning with these things it really doesn’t take long to make and it could genuinely save people from these experiences such as mine.

Moral of the story is if you don’t need trigger warnings don’t bag on people who do, they’re not sensitive you just don’t share the same experiences as them and you don’t know what their background is at all. Be mindful that everyone isn’t you, respectfully.

[heavilykaffeinated]

Okay I’ve had a good day to contemplate this shit- let’s do this. I’m going to start with the fact that I found tsats aggressively disappointing- if you have an issue with that, leave now.

Addressing the highly debated concept of Will and Nico being incredibly OOC- I 100% agree. That doesn’t mean that teenagers don’t change, but they took away so much of both Will and Nicos personalities. Will genuinely lost so much- he used to be a very fun and honest enjoyable character even under stress, but we didn’t get any of that. While I like the concept of Will being rather uninformed and having a really hard time in the underworld, it was overdone and Shoved Down Our Throats from the beginning. That whole scene when Will was talking to Persephone??? (That’s an ENTIRE other post lmk if you want that) He just kept being like ‘ew this place that’s clearly special to you? Yucky.’ He insisted on going on a quest with Nico (which other people were clearly more well suited for,) then proceeded to insult Nico’s second home quite often. It’s like Riordan and Oshiro squished his character and made him two dimensional.

As for Nico, he’s missing a lot. I understand coming to terms with some trauma and your personality changing, (which is literally what the entire book is about) but it’s so extreme. They took the Nico out of Nico. This boy would never come out to an entire camp in some huge display to ask a boy out. Come on.

Uhm PERCY AND ANNABETH??? Bruh what was that scene??? Though the whole page 69 thing was amusing- they were just like Oopsie Poopsie We Fucked Up but you get to deal with it have fun 🤩. (Again, that whole scene was really OOC and an entire other post)

Uh oh the big one- the really weird queer rep. Before y’all come at me, I’m gay as hell, this shit isn’t new. Anyway, it felt really forced. The queer rep in ToA was amazing because it was casual and normal- this was not that. Why were demons coming out to them. Tf. The acceptance subplot is amazing in theory, but again, it was Shoved Down Our Throats. It’s like they slapped a rainbow sticker on the book and suddenly it’s supposed to be amazing. It felt shallow and artificial.

What on earth was Will doing down there??? Think about it- we have Hazel, Reyna, and a few other characters who were either not mentioned or barely mentioned who would have been better suited to the underworld.

Will and Nicos relationship felt really toxic and superficial- I get that it’s their first relationship and it’s not going to be perfect, but they were arguing the whole time, they had no chemistry, and they seemed like they hated each other.

On a similar note, this book lost the whole Acceptance thing from the other people Nico loves. HAZEL??? REYNA??? APOLLO??? They were all left out, and any mention of them felt like a rushed afterthought.

Another big one- the trauma motif. (Again speaking as a biatch with ptsd) Nico was scarily self aware- this whole book is supposed to be about Nico growing and being a kid, yet it was always Trauma Trauma Trauma Childhood Trauma, and he was aggressively self aware- there was no growth there. Things like that take time- and that wasn’t represented. It was like somebody snapped their fingers and Nico became a really angsty self aware therapist.

The conflict of the book felt half baked. Literally why did Nyx care. I don’t know. Does she? There wasn’t much action. (except for the dream sequences, those were good.) Tartarus didn’t feel dangerous or scary. I liked the idea of the Cocoa Puffs, but that also felt half baked. Instead of being like ‘these are literally you’ Nyx was like ‘these are your children lmao 🫃👶👶👶’ that storyline had so much potential but it didn’t really work out.

The whole damn thing read like fanfiction. It felt like Twitter fan service

Also Will was ignored??? This book was supposed to be about Nico and Will, but it ended up being just Nico. I wanted to see anxiety Will :(

Rick Riordan has done really well creating engaging middle reader books in the past, but this felt very Fourth Grade Learn About Gay People And Trauma.

Overall, there were good parts to the book, but I didn’t like it. The entire thing felt half baked and two dimensional. I’m going to reread some of Riordans work, and read some of Oshiros books to try to find the disconnect.

[mfragilevanilla]

My Armin Arlert bf headcanons ♡ sfw!!

➴ Armin is the type of bf whose love language is acts of service. He adores small details the most, small acts that show all his love. He’ll put his hand on your head when you kneel down to pick something and your head is about to bump on a table, or he’ll prepare a warm bath for you before you come home when he knows you’ve had a hard day, because he genuinely loves you and wants you to be happy.

➴ He also appreciates it the most when you do it for him. He will notice each one of the little things you do for him, like worrying about applying sunscreen on him when you’re at the beach even if he wasn’t thinking about doing it, or simply giving him little gifts based on his likes. He almost cried when you gifted him a handmade drawn bookmark with little seashells and book quotes he liked.

➴ Words of affirmation makes him weak in his heart because he adores feeling loved by you. He’s really insecure with his self, and when you tell him small things you like about him through the day he’ll feel his heart warm and how he slowly falls in love more with you each day. Just tell him how pretty his eyes look while he stares at the sea or how much you appreciate the things he does for you and you’ll have him melting in your hands.

➴ There’s something about physical touch that makes him excited. He doesn’t like overtouch or invading your personal space, but he surely loves giving you hugs from behind, or resting his hands on your waist while y’all kiss just to make sure you don’t go away. He’s clingier inside home than outside, because he feels really shy with being touchy or loving when you’re around people. He’ll sometimes give you small kisses on your cheeks when he feels extra lovey-dovey though, his hand always glued with yours.

➴ He’s the biggest people pleaser, and more with you. He hates denying you stuff, even if it’s the smallest thing because he hates to disappoint you. When you ask him to do something he doesn’t like, he’ll simply smile nervously and nod, doing whatever you told him to uncomfortably. You’ll notice this each time and simply stop him, knowing he’d jump off a bridge if that would make you satisfied.

➴ People think he’d like a dominant, stronger partner, but I personally think he’d just like someone sweet and someone that can understand the little things he likes. He’d like someone that shares his opinions and someone sensitive that would love him like he could love.

➴ This man would respect you the most. He’s head over heels for you and loves you more than anything, so you wouldn’t hear a single word of hatred or disrespect for you coming from his mouth ever. As I mentioned, he appreciates all your little details, and would worship the hard work you make everyday so much.

➴ He will also be your biggest supporter in all your hobbies and interests. You like to draw? He’d hang your drawings on his room’s walls and keep every single one of them. You like to dance? He’d go and watch every one of your performances and trust me when I say he’ll be the one to clap louder. You like to do whatever you like to do? He’ll worship and enjoy anything.

First time posting this kind of stuff ♡

Hope y’all liked it!! And also feel free to request whatever you want, I’ll try to do my best <3

@mfragilevanilla 🐰

Do not repost on other social media pls!

[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode one: OFFER.

SOUR GRAPES RE-DEBUTS WITH A NEW AESTHETIC !! what do you guys think of the newspaper/flyer theme going on?? this chapter is a bit long but everything has been long so far i guess. don’t read this w high expectations lol you’ll disappoint your own self skfkskle, but also the storyline changed so don’t expect the exact same things CHEERS GUYS lemme know what you think n spam my inbox ♡

8:46 am, madison square garden; training.

that headline was a couple months old, but this was your first time seeing it.

“Y/n, put the newspaper down! we’re almost done” Bret Hart called out to you, your eyes scanned through the paper before placing it down.

“coming!”

you’ve been signed with the WWF for almost three months, and so far everything was going great. you were making a lot more friends than you thought you would and the boss wasn’t as much of a jackass as some made him out to be.

you had originally debuted in NJPW, it was a break through debut as the match was given a seven star rating. it was the first match in wrestling history to be given a full seven star rating by Dave Meltzer, and the first in history to be achieved by a woman, so the moment Vince McMahon heard of that, he smelled gold like a piglet smells truffles.

you were trained in the Hart dungeon, which meant a lot of things. you’re definitely talented, a credible wrestler, and had a good reputation for being a professional worker and someone who truly loved the business, and because of how close you grew with the family you were an honorary Hart. being in NJPW made you a bit of a stiff worker. wrestlers over there maintained quite the rough style, hitting hard and often blading to give matches colour, so there was a bit of a worry backstage that you’ll stiff those you work with.

in Bret’s eyes, you were like his little sister, he’s the person who looks out for you the most in this company, especially with how women are treated. he lobbied to help you ease a bit on the stiffness and to help you adapt to the less brutal WWF style wrestling.

he knows your abilities, and has seen you rehearse matches that could’ve been instant classics had it not been for Vince not taking women seriously.

you slid into the ring and got back into position, Bret was teaching you how to lock a firm sharpshooter.

“so what you’re gonna do, yeah, you lean back in on their spine and tighten your grip on their legs” Bret explained. he’s been teaching you the basics of technical wrestling for a a little over a month now.

“like this?” you ask, holding his legs tightly, “exactly, now lean back in on my spine” he says. you lean back a little, afraid that you’ll hurt him. “c’mon now, with you’re whole body” Bret encouraged, and so you lean back tightening your grip on his legs. he holds his breath a bit, bearing the pain before pulling out. “yup! that’ll do it!” he said immediately getting out of your hold.

“was that okay?” you ask, you’ve never seen him pull out of a move so we’re a little concerned. “that genuinely hurt, it’s was more than okay! you executed it perfectly” he complimented you, with a smile.

you immediately hugged him tightly, squeezing him. you may be a little homicidal in the ring, but still fluffy outside it. his smile made you smile as don’t see him smile a lot, slightly annoyed was his default mood. “alright that’s enough, y/n/n” he said patting your hair.

“‘morning y’all!” a familiar voice said from behind you, you turned around and a big smile formed on your face once you saw who it was. “Randy!” you squealed.

there he was, in all his infinite glory and big, colourful, sparkly hat-assery. Macho Man Randy Savage, he was one of those you looked up to a lot. he was like a father figure, “you have too much energy for eight in the morning, y/n/n” he said giving you a hug. “too much coffee” you laughed.

“morning, hitman!” he greeted bret, who returned the greeting. “oh, yeah! y/n, Vince wanted to see you in his office.” Randy said.

“oh okay” you said, you’ve been itching to wrestle so hopefully he wanted to debut you soon.

you look back at Bret, he shrugs at you. “it’s almost nine and will did a lot today, you can go if you want” he says. you definitely should, can’t keep the boss waiting. you quickly gather your bag, water bottle and jacket.

“i’ll see you later guys!” you waved to them as you pulled the door that lead to the hallway open. on your way out you bump into someone and you trip back a bit. they grab your hand and help you maintain you balance, you look up at them …

and you can literally see and physically feel your mood drop.

Shawn Michaels.

you had made yourself a decently tight friend group. Bret, Owen, Jimmy, Randy, Steve Austin, Lita and Chyna. these were great people, unlike Shawn.

Shawn was one of the most annoying people you’ve ever met, you never come across people that pissed you off into laughter but there’s a first for everything.

he was constantly being a dick towards you, extremely rude and sometimes borderline disrespectful. he had a major attitude issue and was ready to pick fights in a heartbeat. one of the several problems you had with him was much of a backstage politiker he was. you’ve seen so many people get their pushes cancelled and have their storylines thrown out the window simply because Shawn didn’t like them.

you’ve seen some get fired too! and you haven’t been here for that long!

however, for some reason, you seemed to be a target that he had. Shawn was quite popular with the other girls backstage, but you clearly weren’t a fan. you weren’t going to stay quite about the shit he would do, he’s tried you multiple times and 9/10 times you had to be pulled away from each other. you weren’t afraid of beating up a man, you’d do it twice without a second’s thought.

what he didn’t like about you was the fact that you didn’t hold back, you always had something to say or an argument to go against his. he’s heard stories of you making grown men and women cry, beating up people that were much larger than you, and how infamous you were for letting everyone know that they will get these hands if that’s what it takes, and frankly - that was very a bit terrifying to hear.

“oh” you breathe out pulling you hands towards you. he just smirks and walks past you. ew.

you rush down the hall way to reach your locker room as quickly as possible, you didn’t want to keep Vince waiting at all. you took a quick shower and put on some clean clothes, gotta make a good impression! not like you’re meeting him for the first time, but still.

you walk back out and make a beeline to his office. you knock on the door and you’re greeted with a deep, raspy ‘come in!’. “morning!” you say, “morning y/n” Vince responds. “how’s your day going?”

“well, y’know. writing and re-writing Raw still, nothing much” he answers, “training?” he asks. “pretty good!” you nod, “heard you were looking for me?” you half ask. “yeah!” he says leaning back, placing his pen down.

“you’re debuting tonight” he nonchalantly said.

your eyes widened and it felt like being a little kid again, “tonight?!” you ask excitedly. “yeah, still figuring it own, but it’s definite!” he says with a congratulatory smile. “g-great! good to know! thank you? thank you!” you smile.

“your welcome”

12:38 pm, catering.

“tonight?!” Jimmy asked, almost choking on his coffee. “i know!” you say. “aw, i’m proud of ya!” Steve said, ruffling your hair. “yeah y/n! i’m really happy for you” Bret pats your back.

you felt accomplished, you still haven’t debuted yet, but it felt great. “careful now, don’t get hiccups while cutting a promo” Owen jokes. you stare at him with a slight frown, “why would you put the thought in my head?”, he just laughed at you.

"don't pay attention to him" Bret said, "and don't think too much of it, you've done this before. you'll do great per usual" he reassured. you smile at him.

"have you picked your gear yet?" Jimmy asked, you slump back into your seat. you completely forgot. "no I haven't" you sigh, "I have a bunch of clothes and I can put something together, but it's eh" you add.

"does anyone have a leather coat by the way?" you ask. Steve perks up, "I do!" he enthusiastically answers. everyone looks at each other, then back at Steve. "I'd expect that answer from Owen, or something, but you?" Bret comments. "what's that supposed to mean?!" the blond brother asks.

"why do you have that?" Jimmy asks, Steve shakes his head. "don't worry about it" he says, you all look at him again. "well.. can I borrow it?" you ask. "yeah, of course" Steve answers.

1:11 pm, y/n’s locker room.

to put together your gear, you needed help from two of your friends. Lita and Randy, both were very well dressed. one had a light goth, rockstar-esque aesthetic, while the other looked like he came straight out of cartoon network.

fun.

Lita had picked up the coat Steve gave you, she seemed fascinated by it. "where the hell did Steve get this coat from? it's very... feminine. not that he can't be into that, but damn" Lita says as she examined the coat. "I could've sworn he stole it from an ex girlfriend or something like that" Randy laughs. Lita looks more concerned than confused, and your facial expression read 'sounds like Steve to me'.

"okay, but what do we think so far?" you ask. you stood in front of your vanity mirror, you wore a black mini skirt that hugged your hips tightly and a black v-neck tank top and you topped them off with 'Steve's' leather coat and black and silver cowboy boots.

"you're wearing all black, what am I supposed to think?" Randy sarcastically asked. "you look cute!" Lita said fluffing your hair. "cute?!" Randy asked, flabbergasted. "you two are walking fashion predicaments! and you don't even wear your pants properly!" he pointed at Lita.

"that's so rich coming from the guy that looks like a Sesame Street character" you counter, Randy gasped with a hand on his chest and Lita was laughing at your comment.

"at least specify which character!"

"Big Bird."

"oh fuck off!"

as you three continued making fun of each other, you almost miss the knock at your locker room door. the knocking is heard again, but louder this time. you quickly jog towards the door and open it, you were greeted by a staff mamber.

"sorry to bother you y/n" she began, "oh on, don't worry about it" you smile, "Vince would like to see you" she continued.

oh.

"okay..? thank you" you said as she walked away. you step back into the room and the laugher instantly dies when Lita and Randy saw your face. "Vince wants to see me, again."

"oh, i hope this ends well.." Randy mutters.

you nervously knock on the office's door. worst case scenario your debut was cancelled. you push the door open and poke your head in, "hey" you awkwardly smile. "y/n! come in please" Vince said putting down some papers.

even though he was the only person in the room, the atmosphere was quite tense. you walk in, closing the door behind you then kind of just, standing there. "come sit" he says pointing to the chair in front of his desk.

you sit down, and your hands feel cold as you fiddle with your fingers. this was stupid, nothing makes you nervous. you're y/n y/l/n, god damn it. you cracked your neck and sat more comfortably, "so, regarding your debut tonight.." Vince began.

okay, maybe this is nerve wracking.

"I have an offer to make."

[thatone-churro]

hey quick question for fellow out queers with questionably supportive parents

does anyone else’s parents preach and harp about how they totally support you and love you “anyway” yet whenever you actually bring up something queer that you’ve got going for you and they literally can’t even be bothered to pretend to be interested?

like, when i was coming home from college for the summer, i told him about the absolute insane love triangle that was my poetry class and the last weekend hangout that turned out to be a plot for two of my friends to get closer to their crushes (myself included for once) and how i found that out on a date two days later and how yeah i’m talking to her now. now, the general consensus on the story itself was that it was funny and cute for me from the friends i had already told. but he just didn’t seem to care. he just gave a bunch of “oh”s and a final “that’s interesting” in that disappointed dad voice and sounded i don’t want to say skeptical but not genuinely happy for me when he asked if i was gonna talk to that girl and when i said yes. and i wouldn’t think so much about it if he hadn’t seemed genuinely happy for me when i talked about my regular friends i was still in touch with.

and he always seems to have the same reaction whenever i talk about going out with another girl, whether we date or not. i’m not saying he has to like, go out of his way to understand queer culture or all the weird shit we lesbians get into when it comes to flirting and dating and relationships, but it just seems like he can’t be bothered to pretend to care 99% of the time.

this isn’t new; i’ve been out for a few years now and i’ve had partners & girlfriends before, but he always seemed the same about it.

is this like a “normal” thing other queers have happen or is it just another facet of my daddy issues? how do y’all deal with it? i mean, i know i don’t need his support or validation to live (trust me, that’s never stopped me before), but it just feels different/hurts more with this. it just. idk where i’m going with this. i don’t wanna say that i feel like i need validation for it because i hate asking for that but idk what i’m making this post for other than to ask or put it out there

[verdantglow]

Alright y’all, we’ve gotta have a real talk.

I’ve realized a couple things in the last few days.

1. Far more of my followers are minors than I had realized.

2. The Prosaic Wonders SmallEtho fic I’m writing is going to be rated Explicit. There are just too many adult themes that I want to explore in this fic that I cannot scrub it to make a Teen or even Mature rating.

Now, point 1 isn’t, in & of itself, a problem. I don’t mind minors following me, as I don’t really post much that I think would be a problem here. So long as y’all keep in mind that I have been an adult longer than some of you have been alive, & respect my boundaries related to that fact, we should be fine.

However. For my own comfort & safety, I do not feel okay posting about a fic that’s going to be explicit on a blog with so many minors following me. & while the AU itself isn’t inherently explicit, for the sake of keeping things neatly organized & also maintaining my own sanity, I don’t think I can post about the AU at all here anymore.

So, going forward, I will not be posting Prosaic Wonders AU content on this blog.

I have made a different, separate blog where all that will be taking place. I’m not like hiding the blog, but I’m not going to just post the url here. If you are an adult & interested, feel free to send me a dm & I’ll send you the url.

If you are a minor, I have some ground rules about this whole situation that I ask you respect:

1. Do not follow, like, reblog, or interact with my nsfw blog in any way.

2. Do not interact with the explicit fic on AO3.

3. Do not try to talk to me about the explicit fic or the AU on this blog, via comments, tags, asks, or DMs.

4. Just like. Don’t in any way let me know that you are aware of this fic’s/AU’s existence.

I’m not an idiot. I remember what it’s like to be a teenager, even if that was dizzyingly long time ago. While I’d rather you just not read this fic or find my adult content blog, I know that I cannot actually stop you from doing what you’re going to do because I am not there in person to physically wrench the keyboard from your hands or throw your phone out a window the second you click on something you shouldn’t.

But I can hold these boundaries firm. So if I see you breaking any of those ground rules, I will have to block you. I don’t say this to be mean; I say this because I would be extremely uncomfortable & would feel very unsafe if you did these things, & I have to maintain distance from anyone who breaks my boundaries.

If you are a minor & you were excited about this fic/au, I am really sorry about this confusion/miscommunication.

I hadn’t realized when I started posting about it that this fic was going to come into being, much less that I would feel compelled to make it my first nsfw fic. & even once I realized I wanted those sorts of scenes in it, I still was thinking I could just make them like. Bonus scenes in a separate fic or something, so I could give the longfic a lower rating. But yesterday, I was working on the outline & realized there is no way I can do that without also throwing out one of the big conflicts of the piece & I am not going to make that compromise for the first thing I’ve actually felt like writing & committing to in forever.

I’m sorry if this is disappointing, but thank you, genuinely, for your understanding.

- Verdant Glow