#that's not really what im concerned with at all

[kwoniele]

his (favorite) cheerleader

synopsis: cheerleading practice seems to affect seungcheol a lot more than you expected.

genre: smut

pairing: seungcheol x cheerleader!reader

wc: 737

warnings: rough sex! clearly i have a kink.. creampie, unprotected sex (please do NOT do this! use protection always) overprotective cheol, praise, scratching 😝, BABE THIS ISNT PROOFREAD ☺️ none of my works are tbh. i think thats all? please lmk if there are more!

authors note: hiii im baackkk!! this was supposed to be a celebratory fic for from behind but unfortunately i got quite occupied with my assignments (ack?) and didn’t get to ginish but u can read this as a standalone haha also my requests are open! please request SOMETHING im in need of ideas.. ok bye enjoy

nervous.

thats how you made seungcheol feel.

honestly, he would have never felt this way if he had stopped you from wearing the skimpy skirt for cheerleading practice. you asked him permission before choosing to wear it for the day because one: you would hate to make him feel like you’re dressing like a slut for everyone to see and two: the girls in your crew are bringing their boyfriends.

you would never admit it, but the girls in your squad have terrible taste for men. all of them are either desperate for a quick fuck with anyone but their girlfriends, or theyre in denial and swear to like women but seem to enjoy having drinks with your boyfriend instead.

but seungcheol didn’t hold you back. he swore it was okay and that you looked amazing in the skirt. he explained that he was going to be right beside you the entire time and that things were going to be alright. because he was there.

he was concerned that the boys would be very much eyeing you for a minute too long, or your name would be the name they’d be chanting for the entire game rather than their girlfriend’s.

he was wrong.

he was the person he was worried about.

the way the skirt almost barely covered your ass, the way your hair stuck to your forehead sticky with sweat, how your chest heaved whenever you finished a routine; he felt like he was going absolutely insane.

regardless of the fact he promised you he’d behave, he wasn’t doing a good job of fulfilling it. he could feel his cock slowly growing in his pants and he was not trying to hide it.

“seungcheol-ah, if you’re in need of relief, we’d really appreciate it if you could do it somewhere else and not on the freshly cleaned bleachers.” irene’s boyfriend lightly elbowed seungcheol,

cheol shot him a glare before his eyes slowly rested on you again. you were hot. if male ovulation was a thing, cheol was the epitome of it. all he heard was ringing and inaudible chatter as his attention was focused on you. his eyes were in the shape of hearts as he watched you perform.

he couldn't wait to go home. he just knew what he’d do to you as soon as you step foot into your house.

—

“haa~ cheol!” if he had asked you to count how many times you’ve come tonight, you wouldn’t be able to answer him. your cum had made a creamy white ring around his cock, slowly growing thicker and thicker as his thrusts began to pick up rhythm faster than the one before.

your voice began to strain, sweat started to trickle down the back of your neck, your hips were burning red as seungcheol showed no mercy at all. it was as if his dick had a mind of its own. his tip kisses your g-spot, making you arch from the bed as cheol’s hand pushed you down.

“you were so fucking pretty out there. did you know that? i was worried the boys would be a fucking idiot around you— fuck.” he threw his head back in a moan. “but it turns out, i was the one going insane.”

his lips traveled to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses beside the bruises he had made earlier. his thumb rubbed your clit, causing you to whine controllably as your gripped onto his shoulders. “pleaaase, let me cum!”

“yeah? my baby wants to cum?” seungcheol rapidly thrusted into you—if that was even possible—even more, making you slip out incoherent words as your eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“yes! yes! yes! please let me cum please!” your nails clawed his back, leaving dark red marks as he winces in pain.

“fuck, cum with me okay?” you nodded in agreement, not caring about the neighbours who were probably wide awake, or the open windows that seungcheol didn’t bother to shut, or your cheerleading outfit that you definitely needed the following day.

“you can cum, beautiful.” he painted your walls with white ribbons as you breathed heavily—cumming right after him. you came so hard that you saw stars. as soon as you finally caught your breath, seungcheol was already rubbing you with a warm cloth, cleaning up his mess.

“you’re so responsible, you know?”

“mhm, i am. just not when you’re at cheerleading practice.” you giggle.

“you should come more often.”

[strwberri-milk]

can i request the boys thinking mc is cheating bc she’s been acting off and hanging with other people, then they confront her but learn later that it’s something else that’s been going on (like her wanting to keep a problem hidden from them) angsty or fluffy ending it’s up to you im just craving angst 😓

Zayne doesn't want to directly confront you. He's terrified that somehow, he'll mess everything up and that right now, not knowing is better than confirming his fear. He'll just continue observing you for a bit, trying to figure out if there's something that can definitively point towards you actually having an affair. Your behaviour is strange but he won't feel too concerned until you start actively pulling affection away from him. That's when he's going to really start panicking. He doesn't know what he's done or said to make you take such a drastic step in your relationship and this is absolutely going to devastate him.

He'll talk to you one evening after you come home late. He tries to open it up by telling you that if it's something he's said or done to you then he's sorry and he promises he'll do whatever it takes to fix things between the two of you. It's you, and it's always been you. He can't even fathom being with anybody that isn't you. He'll ramble a little for once, not really able to accurately use his words as he tries to express how much he loves you.

You realise very quickly where he's going with all of this, immediately shutting him down as you tell him that you aren't seeing somebody else. He listens with bated breath to try and comprehend everything you're telling him, praying that you aren't lying to him because if you were, it'd definitely break him.

You'd probably have to ruin the surprise if you wanted him to feel fully secure after this conversation, especially since you also were hanging off of people when you normally don't seem to. He might feel a little insecure about your relationship for a while before settling into the routine again with you, but as long as you're wholly honest with him it'll pass fairly quickly.

Xavier wants to follow you around but he also knows it'd piss you off if he did. He'll just start paying more attention to events when the two of you are together and even more attention to things if it seems you're purposefully not inviting him to something. He's trying to understand why and what for, not wanting to directly accuse you but his jealousy definitely ramps up.

You'd have to talk to him as he slowly starts to escalate, becoming more pissy if you have plans with friends or when he responds poorly to you taking calls in his presence. He doesn't really say too much but he does make it very clear just how displeased he is with the look on his face or the way he practically grabs you whenever you're doing things with him.

He gets a little rougher with you overall - not in a painful way, in a distracted, irritated way. He doesn't want to hurt you on purpose and typically you don't really respond to this difference in pressure because it's nothing crazy but you can tell that he's starting to really internalise everything that's happening around him. When you do talk to him he listens with a furrow in his brow, trying to figure out if you're telling him the truth, or this is some elaborate lie for you to throw him off your scent.

He believes you pretty quickly but he is also going to be really skeevy about letting you do things without him for a bit. He just wants to spend time with you after all and after all this emotional turmoil you owe him a few stress-free dates.

Rafayel is not pleased. He makes it clear the second he thinks something is wrong by being colder and less affectionate with you. He isn't wholly above following you and figuring out who you're hanging out with, trying to figure out if there really is a chance that you are trying to have an affair.

You'd get some emotional whiplash from how differently he's acting, how he's making it clear that you've wronged him somehow but he isn't going to talk to you about it. He's avoidant, waiting for you to admit the truth. He's also patient, which means you could be iced out for weeks if you decide not to talk to him about what's happening.

He might spoil the surprise for himself if he goes fully into surveillance after which he'd just tell you that he figured out what you were hiding from him. You'd be a little disappointed but also more concerned as to how he managed to figure it out without tipping you off. He won't tell you at all about how he got the information - just that he did.

If he decides not to stalk you a little you'd have to ask him why he's so mad at you. He'd tell you that he's just treating you the same way you've been treating him, and that as far as he's concerned, this is deserved. You'd have to tell him the truth and why you've been hiding all this information from him - after which he will brighten up significantly. He'll say something about how he's never doubted you, yadda yadda yadda but he's definitely more clingy now than before from his nerves finally starting to settle.

Sylus doesn't want to monitor you either and decides to give you the benefit of the doubt. He's fairly secure in your relationship and knows that he hasn't done anything to make you want to cheat but he does feel himself faltering if you're becoming prone to laughing at your phone or trying to hide it from him. He won't ask for it but you can see that he's starting to get suspicious.

He would leave it alone until you reveal to him your surprise. By then he's still feeling fairly anxious but when you reveal that your behaviour was all just a result of you trying to plan something for him then he'll relax a little, thanking you for the effort you went through. You can tell that he's very glad that you've finally come clean when he holds your hand tightly, practically clinging to you as he thanks you.

He'll plan some more elaborate dates for you after the reveal, making it clear that he's missed your attention being solely on him. You don't really mind though since he's basically throwing money at you, spoiling you silly and reminding you just how much he's willing to do for you.

[beyondsyntax]

This is such a lie, Biden and Harris sent a trillion us dollars overseas to the other countries and they arent our friends theyve hijacked our country and im not even talking about the good people of Asia e-Europe Africa or anywhere else for that matter. Im talking not about their government officials. Im talking about the dark side that has taken over government positions and has weaseled their way to keep the good people under their evil thumb. Because theyre afraid of us. And its so hard to pick those people out because sometimes expression can be twisted based on symbolism and just because you dont understand the symbols in a video or way people are symbolically using imagery can either be enlightening or fear based. Its so hard to tell. The fact of the matter is that why put your faith in Kamala, or any politician. The one thing you should take away from this is stop relying on the government to fix your problems like some soap aprah "we lost time to throw in the towel". No. Get active and not in a way that makes people look like fools. But in a way that serves the truth for what it is, you dont have to be rude to do that. Just because you dont know something or are trying to protect the truth, I dont have to claw you down. Stand up straight, the only thing ill tell you is, no... thats not straight enough. Stand up taller. They sent not the Governments tax dollars overseas but ours. They raised inflation by printing out so much money groceries have more than doubled. Gas prices are extremely high and as soon as trump comes into office those people who didnt respect us actually are shaking hands with trump and are now under our level. Meaning we are reasoning with them and we arent threatening them but doing business with them. Sometimes when the business isnt being reciprocated and its serving everyone else but you you have to simply do business and if thats a threat to you maybe get yours under control so we dont have to send a trillion of our own dollars while our country is on the edge of the abyss because Joe Biden took us there and Kamala almost pushed us over. Because she sees no problem in joe biden taking our freedom. She sees no problem with forcing a vax from the government that you people have entirely too much faith in and now you see that what they were saying about it being terrible are true. They wouldnt even let you have your own freedom to speak up on it they silenced you. Do you think thats a little bit unfair? I dont, id take it further and say its treason against the people. Theres a war going on if you havent been aware of it, we had an open boarder with random people from all around the war come in and killing thousands of people and you really are so brainwashed from the false narrative that you cant even put all these little coincidences together. Its not a matter of being an idiot because anyone can be brainwashed, I know I am, probably to a major degree because we are so lied to. But all within reason. Its unreasonable to see these things, and let them go by as mere coincidences. And if you havent put together why all the states with it illegal to vote without a license was where trump won and the only state where he lost was where you didnt need an id, and he had a total victory with the popular vote and electoral college, dude, why do you even waste your time at all on this if you havent even looked into that at all? If you care, that doesnt mean youre wrong. No. I encourage you to continue caring and giving your concern to what matters. The world needs more caring people. But just be mindful that caring and just going off your emotions is more dangerous than trump will ever be because everyone follows your lead and does what they want based off of your own actions, so grow up because youre capable of that and be the bigger person you were meant to. No more being a kid, kids. The world needs all of us more than you could ever know.

[sentientcave]

Swallow My Pride

Simon spots you across the bar. You're a long way from the little girl that used to torment him in primary, but that's alright. These days he's got a soft spot for beautiful men.

Contains: FtM!Reader, Reader bullied Simon in primary school, alcohol/bar mention, smoking, oral sex (Simon receiving), Reader has hair long enough to pull a little, Implied fibre arts, abrupt ending because I wasn't gonna get into all that. Maybe later.

1.1k ~ MDNI ~ 18+

It figured that you'd be gorgeous now.

He almost didn't recognize you. Probably would have missed you entirely if not for the long, searching glance you'd given him, like he was familiar too. Back then you were a skinny, mouthy little bitch that made his life miserable until you moved away, and now you were a handsome, self-assured man, filled out strong and a little soft. Standing with your friends, laughing. They obviously didn't know that you were a venomous little viper under that easy smile and oversized, hand-knit sweater with wonky cables on the front.

The lads noticed his silence and singular focus. Johnny started acting up some, like he always did when Simon paid too much attention to another man.

"Y'gonna talk to the pretty boy?" he asked, exasperated. "Or jest leer at'm all night?"

"If you don't, I might," Gaz said. "It's cold out these days and he looks like he's comfortable to have a lie in with."

"Fine. I'll talk to 'im." Simon stood and shouldered his way over to you, cutting a swathe through the crowd of people lingering by the bar, and put a big hand on your shoulder. "Wanna talk t'you," he rumbled. "Follow me."

"Hey, what the fuck," one of your friends said hotly. "Don't be rude."

Simon glared at her, ready to snap, but you quickly put yourself between. "It's okay. I know him."

Simon steered you outside and shoved you up against the wall. "Recognize me, do you?"

"Of course. Thought you were dead, though. Saw you here a couple months back. Kept coming back, thinking I had to be nuts." You tilt your head to the side. "I'm surprised you recognize me."

"Maybe I wouldn't've, if I'd ever seen you as a woman. But we were kids. You've changed, but I know you."

You had been the worst thing in his life, outside of his home. Quick to point out his hand-me-downs and his shaggy hair, to knock things out of his hands. If you’d been a boy back then, he would have just punched your lights out, but even then he knew better than to hit a girl. You were fair game for a fight now, as far as he was concerned, but he wasn’t really that interested in fighting. Especially when you were giving him that kicked puppy stare, regret written all over your face.

Regret was a powerful motivator, and he liked the idea of you trying to make it right. He liked the idea of seeing what he could get out of it too.

"I never got to apologize. When I heard-- Fuck, you've been through it. Apologies don't seem like enough." You look at him, big eyes and soft mouth. So fucking pretty.

"It's not enough. Don't want to 'ear it anyway. Want to make it up to me?" He waits for your nod, then reaches for his belt. "Suck me off. Right 'ere."

You look stunned for a moment. He expected to to stalk off back inside-- He didn't really want an apology, didn't think there was any making up for it, not really. Just wanted to push your buttons a bit, more than anything else.

But you dropped to your knees on the dirty ground, and waited, patient as a well trained dog. "Good boy," Simon grunted, pulling out his cock. He liked the way your big eyes got bigger, a gleam of want in them. You'd grown up to be a proper slag. He slapped his cock against your cheek, and you turned to catch it, sliding your lips and tongue along the side.

"This why you 'ad t'be such a cunt back then?" he asked, grabbing your hair to keep you from sinking your mouth down onto his cock. "Wanted me so bad an' couldn't say so?"

You glare at him from the ground. "Do you want the apology or the head, Riley?"

"Makin' me choose, are you?" He let go of your hair, however, his laugh turning to a groan as you sucked the head of his cock into your hot mouth, tongue lapping at his slit to taste the bead of bitter precum.

He was going to be more of a dick about it, but he couldn't get a word in. You worked his cock like you were made for it, working your hand over the shaft when you lapped at the tip, swallowing around him when you sank all the way down, taking him into your throat, bobbing your head back and forth, spit dribbling down your chin and his balls, messy, like you knew that was just how he liked it.

He managed to communicate that he was going to cum, enough that you let him pop free and pump his come onto your waiting tongue, purposely missing a little, his come glistening on your cheek and caught just slightly in your hair. You swallow, grimacing slightly at the taste.

"You ever eat anythin' that has a lick of nutritional value?" you gripe, using your fingers to scrape his come off your cheek and into your mouth anyway.

"Get your trousers off an' I'll eat your cunt," he offered, groaning again when you sucked him into your mouth again, cleaning off the mess. "If y’still ‘ave one. Christ. I'm takin' you 'ome either way." He lit a cigarette, glancing at the door when it pushed open, ready to bark, relaxing when he realized it was just Soap and Gaz. "Hey, lads."

You side eyed them, but you finished your job first, sitting back on your heels and wiping your mouth with your sleeve as Simon tucked himself away again. Gaz and Soap stood there, gaping like fish until you stood up.

"That's gotta be a record," Gaz said. "You haven't been gone ten minutes."

"Well, pretty boy knows what 'e likes." Simon dropped a hand on top of your head and pulled you close to his side before you could duck out of the conversation. "Don't go, pup. Figure you owe the lads an apology too. You're the reason I'm so mean, and they've 'ad t'deal with it all this time." He slid his hand down the side of your face and hooked his fingers into your mouth roughly. "What d'you think?"

You look at the other two. Gaz was trying to look nonplussed as he lit his cigarette, but there was no hiding the hungry gleam in his eyes. Soap wasn't even bothering to be subtle. He looked you up and down, palming himself through his jeans.

You shove Simon's hand out of your mouth, grinning. "Oh, he's been real mean, has he?"

Soap stepped in closer, his fingers hooking into your pocket to reel himself in next to you. "He's been a nightmare. Yeh gonna make up for it?"

"Can try. Riley's always been pretty determined t'be a cunt though. It's not all my fault."

“Need to say goodbye to your friends?” Gaz asked.

“Nah. It was a date. Didn’t really like them anyway. Felt like they were just looking for a compromise between addin’ a man or a woman to their failing marriage. Not really keen to get into all that. This sounds more fun.”

Simon chuckled. “Good choice, pup. Let’s get goin’.”

I've been rotating this thought in my mind since I read this fic by @/soapcloth about Soap being Reader's childhood bully. Read that, and then all the other stuff they've posted because there's some very fun stuff and I highly recommend their work.

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[11queensupreme11]

I need to know how people are gonna react to finding out about Percy’s mortal spot 🫠

im ngl, i genuinely believed putting the mortal spot on THE BACK is probably THEEEEE DUMBEST fucking thing ever 😭 ur back is literally your most vulnerable spot and now she just made it 100000x more vulnerable 😭 i'm almost certain rick wrote it that way for poetic reasons cuz percy's fatal flaw is loyalty, mortal spot on the back, hence "the only way you can kill percy jackson is to stab her in the back" 💀 yes yes, very poetic, but i don't think the ror characters will appreciate it 😭

(gonna try and fit as many reactions here as i can, excluding beel and loki since they already know)

cú chulainn: this dude is a trained warrior. he knows everything about weaknesses and blindspots. and the back????? IS PROBABLY THE BIGGEST BLIND SPOT THERE IS. he'll be screaming and ripping out his own hair in pure horror and disbelief when he finds out his dumbass lover put HER ONE MORTAL SPOT on her fucking BACK of all the goddamn places 😭

apollo: he's gonna throw up when he finds out and then he's gonna throw up even more when he learns that the LAST PERSON to have the curse of achilles was killed by HIS COUNTERPART. he prays to every deity and the fates that they won't be cruel enough to repeat that with them because he CANNOT lose percy 😭😭😭😭

poseidon: his jaw drops. he looks like a complete idiot all gobsmacked like this, but nobody even blames him because they're also just as shocked. he has half a mind to spank his daughter for her terrible idea, not just for the placement of the mortal spot, but for getting that damn curse in the first place. at first, he liked it because it made her 99.99% invulnerable but that fucking mortal spot just ruined it 💀💀💀

hades: buries his face in his hands and lets out the heaviest sigh ever. he loves his niece, he really does, but he has to admit... she's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. he loves her so much though so he won't be TOO disappointed 💖

anubis: "BABY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" he's screeching in horror when he witnesses the scene. welp, now he knows how she got the curse, but holy SHIT this is probably the worst curse ever (it's really not). he's literally gonna be begging her to stop when it comes up on the screen, but it's already too late

ra: USUALLY he would be busy restraining anubis from doing something stupid, but he's too busy gawking. percy was literally told that her fatal flaw was LOYALTY.... and then she goes and picks HER BACK as her one mortal spot???? "omfg the poseidon in that universe taught that child NOTHING"

rhea: "WE 👹 MUST 👹 GET 👹 HER 👹 OUT 👹 OF 👹 THAT 👹 UNIVERSE 👹 BEFORE SHE GETS HERSELF KILLED" no seriously, grandma rhea is WORRIED. if she were a human, she'd have 1000 heart attacks and her hair would've turned grey already. this baby is stressing her the FUCK out 😭

prometheus: would literally cry 😭😭😭 like "percy... my dear baby cousin, your back??????? WHY?????" 😭😭😭😭 he's usually very supportive of her ideas, even the most craziest ones, but..... the back???????????

izanagi: "oh bless her heart, she's trying her best 🥺💔"

sun wukong: does a very slow facepalm as he sinks into his throne because oh my gods this girl is FUCKED. he has never seen a more doomed person before in all his years of living 😭

aphrodite: "wait does this make sex harder??? should i have her try other positions instead? 🤔" (she's asking the real questions here)

lugh: gently grasps cú chulainn's shoulders and say solemnly, "son, i think the universe really hates you 😔💔" because this is the SECOND PERSON that cú chulainn cares about to have some sort of near-invulnerability. the first died thx to him, and now percy might follow 😭

odin: a little concerned at how similar she is to his baldur. pure-hearted and kind, a genuinely good person, with a near invulnerability. he hopes, for loki's sanity, that percy doesn't die too because the crashout would be catastrophic fr 💀

adam: absolutely HORRIFIED because she picked literally the worst spot on her body to be her mortal spot 😭

leonidas: "how tf is this kid alive right now 💀"

tesla: so it turns out it's not just math and science that he needs to teach her, but basic self-preservation as well! alrighty then, he's already getting the lesson plans ready as well as a VERY long lecture about poor decision-making skills 😭

basically, every ror character's reaction to percy getting the curse of achilles and choosing her back as her one mortal spot:

EVERYONE is horrified 💀

percy literally has so much stacked against her. everyone and everything in that universe is out to get her. she's the product of a broken vow. she's a demigod, so naturally monsters hunt her down on the daily. she has a cursed fucking sword that's cursed to fail her when she needs it most. her fatal flaw is loyalty. and then she goes and puts her mortal spot on her BACK 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 not only that, but the fates of that universe love love LOVE greek tragedy and percy is a walking greek tragedy waiting to for the curtain call 😭

[buunbaanbeen]

Curb w/ Jack Hughes

so writers block is beating me to death and this is all i have… take it

“You came,” you call out as soon as you see Jack step out of his car.

He takes a moment to look around, taking extra care to graze his eyes over you, sitting on a curb outside of the fancy restaurant where you'd met your newest tinder date. Your cheeks are red and you’re huddled into yourself to try and keep the chill at bay. He’s sure when you’d left Jack and his apartment not 2 hours ago, you’d been wearing a jacket, but now it’s nowhere in sight. He wonders briefly where it has gone, but soon finds himself shunning the thought. Right now it seems irrelevant.

He doesn’t need to inspect you any closer to see that you're crying. There's no way he could miss your quiet sniffles, or the rings of red that sit around your eyes. He wonders how long ago you’d finished crying, and more importantly, how long you’d cried for. Perhaps the most important question is why you’d been crying at all, but Jack can’t think about that for the time being; not if he wants to keep a level head.

“You called… why wouldn’t I come?” he replied as he shrugs his own jacket from his shoulders, “I didn’t expect you to be sitting on the side of the road, though. What the hell happened?”

His coat is warm as it finds its way around your shoulders. It’s a simple gesture that let you know he cares, something that he’s always so keen to prove to you, although he never really shows it through words. His gentle smiles and warm hugs that he only shares with you tell you more than any words ever could. The glint in his eye when he teases you, and the way he plays with your hair during your movie nights. Everything just paints a rich tapestry of affection.

He sits by your side, thigh pressed to yours as last night's rain that still lays upon the curb soaks through his jeans. No doubt you’ll both have a giggle about the matching wet patches when you eventually stand, but for now that’s the last thing on either of your minds. Jack seems much too concerned with bundling you up in a warm embrace to even think about anything else right now.

“Tell me, hm?” His voice is soft as he brings your head down to rest on his shoulder. “I’m here to listen.”

His body is warm against yours. It’s all you can focus on in this moment. How you can feel the muscles in his arms as he wraps them around you, or how his voice rumbles through your head as he speaks with your ear pressed to his body. You’re surrounded by him and it feels so good.

“He was a loser,” you answer simply, too engrossed in the feeling of Jack to answer in any more detail. He’s just so soft to snuggle up to, just like always, and the scent of his spiced cologne engulfs you, drawing you in. You tilt your head, bringing your nose closer to the source of the aroma. His neck was merely inches away from your face, and hes sure to have noticed the way your breath, still ragged from crying, tickles the skin.

He doesn’t pass comment.

“A loser?” Jack questions, voice utterly confused at your lack of context. Loser is a word he’d use to describe a lot of your exes—all of them, actually—but none of them have ever upset you to this level before… especially not on the first date.

“Yeah,” you close your eyes as you spoke, focussing only on the calmness that being held in Jack’s arms brings you. His is a touch you know you can relax into; soft and firm and protective, all at the same time. You sigh as your body melts into him a little more, “Kept commenting on my body and being gross.”

“Want me to beat him up for you?” you can’t help but smile, despite the fact that you’re pretty sure he’s being serious. “If he's as much of a loser as you say I'm sure I can take him.”

The giggle that erupts from you is music to his ears, like a choir of angels singing down from the heavens. He closes his eyes, determined to block the world out until he's surrounded by only that sound.

“Im sure you could,” your voice sounds much happier with the remnants of laughter laced through it; he could listen to it forever, “but I don't really care about him all that much. I only went out with him to try and get over the other guy I'm in love with.”

And just like that, Jack’s world comes to a stop.

“Wait, there’s another guy?” God, he sounds so pathetic, although he supposes he only really has himself to blame. He’d realised by now that all these silly little dates were mainly just to fill your time, but maybe if he wasn’t so caught up in his own feelings for you, he would’ve noticed the serious feeling you were harbouring for someone else. He could’ve let himself down gently so he didn’t have to experience this; the knife in the chest that is reality. Perhaps he’s a masochist, because for some reason he twists the knife and asks, “Do I know him?”

“You know him very well,” you explain softly, “Too well.”

Jack is silent for a moment, lost in thought as he processes the information you’ve given him. How bad could it have been to have chased the person you truly loved? He knows you too well to think you’d go after someone bad but what other reason would you have to keep your true feelings hidden?

And then it twigs.

His brows furrow a little.

“Who was it?” He asks.

“Who was who?” You reply.

Playing dumb is a childish move, but its the last defense you have left.

“Who were you in love with, dummy?”

“Jack, I-” you start, but he soon cuts you off with a stern shake of his head.

“Tell me who,” he repeats, “No excuses.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Who?” He presses.

“Please don’t hate me…”

“I could never,” he says, simply, “tell me who.”

“You,” you whimper before you can stop it, “I'm so hopelessly in love with you, Jack.”

Silence.

He won't answer, you tell yourself. He won't answer because you've fucked it all up. Exponentially, actually. You feel like a fool. Like the biggest idiot on the planet. Your date had been over for all of 20 minutes and you’re already declaring your love to another man. The man. The one that had kept you dating men you could never fall for with only your delusions to keep you sane. Although sane feels like a strong word, right now. Nothing about this is sane. Love has somehow managed to drive you insane. Love is now enemy number one; a dirty, horrible, friendship ruining thing.

But even now your brain is deluding you, because you’re pretty sure you can feel Jack’s fingers tightening on your shoulder as if trying to keep you locked to his side. And when you look at him with glazed over eyes, you’re almost positive you can see a toothy smile taking over his features. Eyes becoming crescents, graced by sweet little crow's feet dancing at the corners. His nose is scrunched up as it always is when he was so overwhelmingly happy. His lips are pulled back to reveal that pretty smile that you've found yourself fawning over for way too long now. Perhaps if you were just a tad more insane, you'd blame his overjoyed expression on a trick of the light, but you know what you’re seeing.

You can’t understand it.

“You love me,” he says, voice teeming with what seems like pure, unadulterated happiness. It makes you frown, but he doesn’t stop, “and after all these years, this is how you tell me? Sitting on the curb outside this crummy restaurant?”

“I—” he stops your words with a laugh of pure elation.

“Such an idiot, aren’t you?” he seems far too close. The mint from his chewing gum is all you can smell, and the warmth of his breath fans against your cheek. If you were to scoot in just a touch, his lips would be on yours. You’d be kissing him. You want to kiss him. “All these years I’ve been trying to keep my emotions on a leash because of how unavailable you seemed. All these years, you could’ve been mine~” His lips look so soft, “I could’ve been holding you, loving you, just like you deserve,” you can’t help but lean in just a little more, “Dummy.”

That’s it. You breach the gap, bumping your lips against his in a timid kiss. It lasts no longer than a few seconds, and you barely even have chance to close your eyes, but it’s better than everything you’ve been making do with for the past few years. None of those men could ever ignite the spark in your chest quite like this. No one could make each and every atom in your body melt in the way that Jack does. Nothing has ever made you feel this way before.

But it’s over all too soon, and you could lean in for more, but your eyes catch his and suddenly you’re in trance, held captive in the gaze of the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. “I love you,” you whisper out. He hums in acknowledgement, a hopeless look on his face as he just watches you watch him.

“I love you too.”

[menofprogress]

My fav headcanon goes like this: Viktor IMMEDIATELY develops a crush/attraction to Jayce. He lays it on pretty thick the first few months and hes like "jayce is so handsy and attentive, there HAS to be something there" but then jayce keeps ignoring Viktor's very obvious advances and viktor is like "oh well, i guess hes just like this with everyone :(" (jayce is not like this with everyone.).

Then follows a time where Viktor is a bit prickly and standoffish and reacts annoyed when jayce shows physical affection. But soon he realises that his rejections are hurting jayce who obviously doesnt understand what hes doing to viktor and hey, some affection is better than no affection, right? So he lets jayce do what he wants and maybe its funny to make his partner blush by telling him hes a good boy, viktor is owed some compensation after all. And if he secretly enjoys Jayce's hugs and touches a little too much, theres no need to concern Jayce with all that.

MEANWHILE. Jayce, who has autism and is also maybe on the ace spectrum, is oblivious to most of this. He doesnt know why some of Viktors comments make him blush, he doesnt know why he likes touching him so much, he doesnt know why Viktor sometimes reacts a little weird to his touches (sometimes he seems embarrassed, sometimes annoyed, sometimes sad and sometimes he doesnt react at all), but he hasnt told him to stop, so its ok i guess? Jayce gets really good at predicting when his touches might not be appreciated and when his partner needs a little hug. There was a time when Viktor didnt react well to affection at all, but luckily that time seems to be over.

Anyways, Jayce finally understands what has been going on at the best possible time, meaning when hes stuck in a dark, wet ravine. So on top of a broken leg and starvation he also has to deal with "oh my god, what have i been doing?!" And "oh my god, what has viktor been doing?!" And "im so fucking stupid, why did i waste so much time"

Funnily enough, after they finally make up and get together, this dynamic doesnt change much. Viktor is still the one teasing Jayce on purpose (petting/pulling jayces longer hair, asking him to fix his leg brace WHILE wearing it, turning the tables on jayce by squeezing his biceps and going "youve lost so much weight 🥺") and jayce is still doing it accidentally (staring at viktor and when asked about it he goes "your hair is so nice", absentmindedly stroking the hexcore marks all over viktors body, looking into viktor eyes and being like "im so glad you have your eyecolour back, i always thought they were so pretty")

Jayce and Viktor both frequently make the other one blush or get flustered.

Viktor does it on purpose ("oh jayce, we need to compare hand sizes, i think mine are too small for this", pulling jayce by the tie or calling jayce "good boy")

Jayce does NOT do it on purpose (hes in the forge shirtless, he keeps calling viktor "partner" in front of other people or he hes like "viktor youre not eating enough 🥺 look, my hands can circle your entire waist. My fingers are touching. 🥺")

[mochinomnoms]

Heard you were trying to avoid doing readings and fieldnotes. I gotcha

A fellow honest x fem!reader, where fellow beings to fall inlove with the reader after seeing how she takes care of Gidel. Maybe during the playful land event.

Anyways how's your day going! :3

(day was good until i realized that i didnt turn in an assignment due last week but others in my class didnt either so im just gonna bs or something)

I kinda neutral on Fellow and Gidel, they're funny but I didn't get to finish the event so I haven't formed much thoughts on them! I imagine in this scenario, you're a bit older and join everyone along the same reasoning as the third-years do, to keep an eye out on them.

He isn't all too concerned with you at first, and Gidel doesn't really interact with you outside of getting your companions to join in the festivities to lure you all in.

Oh! But perhaps Gidel, what with his long sleeves, steps on one and trips! Toppling over and smacking into the ground, Fellow starts to head over to his little brother, until you beat him to it.

You gently guided Gidel back to his feet, brush off the dirt from his knees and hands, and give him a sweet smile.

"There now. Be careful, we all want to have fun, but it's a lot less fun if someone gets hurt! Now why don't you head back to Mr. Honest? He looks worried, make sure you tell him you're okay!"

With a pleased nod of his head and a goofy smile, Gidel complied and ran off to Fellow, who'd already taken a knee to inspect him.

"Are you alright Gidel? Any scrapes?"

Gidel shook his head, nodding it towards you. Fellow glanced up at you, where you were now occupied with your friends, fretting over them. Not unlike how you'd just been with Gidel.

You made eye contact with Fellow, and gave him a tender, shy smile and wave, before looking back to Grim who'd been pointing at a nearby food stall.

Gidel tugged at Fellow's sleeve, tilting his head curiously and nodding back towards your group as you walked off.

"Yes Gidel, they are very nice, I agree. A pleasant creature."

Another tilt and wide eyes staring at him.

"No, I was not blushing! What a silly thing to say..."

Narrowed eyes and a mischievous smile responded back.

"W-what! I do not! What a ridiculous thing to say, I am an adult! Adults don't get crushes at my age!"

Gidel silently giggled into his covered hands and stuck his tongue out at Fellow before running off again.

"I am not! Why you—come back here!"

[khattikeri]

(for the ask game) liu qingge, 8, 12, 15? im a curious man

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Why just something? I'll give you Several things, I'm itching to talk about Liu Qingge 24/7. Let's go:

They really, really, really fucking dumb him down. He's not a stupid meathead, folks, he's just bad at talking. Like really. Dare we forget he immediately pinned down the fact that Shen Yuan wasn't Shen Jiu, and told him that to his face, but simply lacked evidence to prove that was the truth? This is also the person who knows when he's bound to lose a fight. He doesn't rush Luo Binghe after Shen Qingqiu self-detonates. He tells the disciples calmly that they won't be able to defeat him-- verbally disarming them from attacking. He then continues to lightly say he can't defeat Luo Binghe either. He's called the war god for a reason. He doesn't say much, and is far from the most eloquent character, but he has a brain and uses it well given what little info he has.

Similarly, viewing him as entitled. I tend to see this with some of the more BingQiu Only types, but like... stop and think for a minute just how little information Liu Qingge has, and especially how BingQiu's relationship looks to every single person in-universe who ISN'T a transmigrator. There are so many layers there between teacher-student, human-demon, the simple age gap itself, the transmigrator-protag dynamics... Anyway, Liu Qingge is not "entitled" about Shen Qingqiu, he's justifiably concerned for his peer who saved his life. Yeah he's bitchy about their relationship later and yeah he says questionable shit when irritated ("He's dead!") but he ultimately leaves them alone and accepts their relationship even if he hates it. He's not out there pompously demanding they break up or that Shen Qingqiu get with someone else (much less himself) instead.

Turning him into someone with intense wanderlust, because he "only likes fighting". He has a very strong sense of duty and morals (rich noble-blooded cultivator alert) and wouldn't abandon his post, even if he doesn't really do much traditional teaching. This is the guy who got worried about Shen Qingqiu leaving his peak for over a month without warning while Binghe was in the abyss. If he spends a lot of time away that's for important things like missions (i.e. someone told him to) or literally secluded cultivation. He's not an "abandon your Peak Lord duties" guy.

Making him suave or flirtatious or otherwise excessively teasing. I see this most often in LiuJiu fics (maybe because it's one of the few ships where people tend to have Liu Qingge actually top...) and it pisses me off so badddd. idk what else to even say man that is NOT Liu Qingge he would NOT fucking say or do any of that oh my god. Make an OC. Christ alive.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

You should read my super duper extra special self-indulgent porno postcanon fic on ao3 for that (login required to view)

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

LiuShen but heavily in the sense of his canonical one-sided feelings; BingLiuShen and LiuJiu and QiLiuJiu as well. I have a very very specific postcanon QiLiu AU churning in my brain too. And let's not forget the terrible modern AU where Mu Qingfang and Wei Qingwei both pursue him and they end up in a poly-- [they are dragged off stage]

I don't mind shipping Liu Qingge with most characters tbh, he's very versatile and fun. Although I have to admit I like him individually more than his ships, and thus enjoy self-shipping most of all ^-^

[snugglybunny11]

collegeroommate!vi comforting you pt.3

pairing! collegeroommate!vi x reader

about! vi just couldn’t hold back her feelings anymore, she needed to tell you how she felt…

cw! just mild cursing, mentions of reader being drunk

word count! 764

an: sryyyy pt.3 took so long! went on vacation but now im back! literally wrote this on the plane half asleep so excuse any errors!

it had been two weeks. two weeks since your date stood you up and vi let you cry and rant to her. 1 week and 6 days since she cleared her whole day just to spend time with you and to make sure you were really ok. 1 week, 6 days, and 1 night since she realized she was in love with you. after spending the whole day with you, watching your sadness disappear and be replaced by your regular bubbly personality, it struck her heart in such an endearing way she didn't know what to do. vi sat upright in bed, holding her face by her temples as she tried to reason with herself. her mind flipped through the memories of the time you both spent together as roommates. she remembered the way her heart would flutter or her chest would tighten just a little every time you accidentally brushed against her. or those nights when you were drunk and vi had to drag you by the arm to stop you from doing something stupid and falling over yourself.

fuck.

vi loved you. vi loved you and she was sure of it. maybe she should tell you… right? if she really thought about it, she had the best chance. she'd seen enough of your dating trials and tribulations to know what your type was, what your love language was… yea. she could do this, she was going to tell her best friend she loved her! but… what if you didn't feel the same way? no, no, she couldn't think like that. she got up and paced around her moonlit room, her hands tangling into the short, magenta hairs on the nape of her neck. mustering up all her courage, vi grabbed the doorknob, and turned it. you were in the kitchen, casually leaning on the counter, scrolling on your phone as you waited for your food to reheat in the microwave. you were in basic lounge wear, an oversized, off the shoulder pink graphic tee and a pair of loose white shorts. vi could feel her knees wobbling like they were turning to jelly as she walked forward, steeling her nerves to try and act natural.

“hey… what ya cooking up? microwaving leftovers or something…” her voice tapered off nervously. damn it. she was so nervous, unsure if herself, like a complete 180 from her usual demeanor.

you looked up at her, a small smile pulling at the corners of your mouth.

“just the chicken wings from last night. want some? i have some extra fries to spare.”

vi felt like she noticed every single, endearing, beautiful feature and unconscious gesture you did, her senses feeling like they're at 500%. the way you offered up your own food without her even asking, the way a stray lock of hair fell down in front of your face.

“no no no, yea im fine. uh hehe… are you like, free? to talk?”

you took a mental note of vi’s nervous laughter, the gesture completely unfamiliar to you. the microwave alarmed loudly, and you quickly pulled your food out, a bit concerned about what vi wanted to “talk” about.

“yea im free… is everything alright? you seem kinda fidgety and nervous. did something happen?”

“no, no no no uh… nothing happened. i just sorta wanted to tell you something.”

vi walked slowly to the counter, taking a seat on the barstool. from the other side of the counter, you could see her hands trembling ever so slightly, the way she tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths.

“listen… i… i don't know how to sugarcoat this, or make it… easier to digest, i guess? fuck. i love you. i love you and… and i tried to tell myself it wasn’t romantic feelings but fuck, it is and I have to tell you. do you… do you have me? or just… don't feel the same way?”

you couldn't help but chuckle at the absurd situation you found yourself in. vi, your roommate, best friend, this confident, doesn't take no for an answer girl, was stumbling over her words and was anxious because she had a crush on you. vi looked up, her eyes wide in surprise as your melodic laugh hit her ears. you were… laughing. so that meant you had to like her back, it had to. your hand found her shaking one, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“vi. you're nervous… over me? hah- i… im sorry, i just can't believe it! violet id be glad to be your girlfriend, if that’s what you’re asking.”

[abyssalsquiid]

ive tried to just reblog and move on and honestly it's the least concerning part of the whole thing but holy shit the linguistics here is beyond nonsense.

quals: got a masters degree in linguistics, graduated this january. also have a bachelors in linguistics. i specialised into the syntax-semantics interface (tam systems particularly). im no phonetician (im slightly more of a phonologist but even then) the errors hes making are so basic that someone with even a passing interest in linguistics would be able to pick up on them.

im going to focus on his use of terminology, rather than his overall claims of animal language, because they are a very good concrete demonstration of how he has no clue what he's talking about:

this means nothing. No, really. the only way this would make sense would be if he's talking about written language. and even then it's a stretch. there are lots of types of writing systems. japanese kana is a syllabary (each character represents a syllable eg. か (ka)), arabic is an abjad (words are only written with their consonants), and the latin script (which is the one im using now) is an alphabet (you write consonants and vowles). in all of these cases, the stuff you write has some kind of connection to the sounds youre making.

to extraordinarily over-simplify, something like the chinese scripts don't have this connection. the characters youre writing have a direct connection to the word youre saying, but there isn't a discrete connection between the lines youre drawing and the particular position youre putting your tongue, for example.

This is something he bring up, actually.

first things first, chinese does not have any pictograms. it is not a pictographic writing system, it's a logographic writing system (calling it pictographic is outdated and honestly quite racist) this is a very basic mistake to make and demonstrates in itself that he is using words that sound fancy and linguistic without having any idea of what they mean.

once again though, hes just talking about written langauge. emoji isnt a language in and of itself. the discrete representation he's talking about appears to be like, written down. there is a concept in linguistics about the 'arbitrariness of the sign' which basically means that when i say 'tree', it's just a spoken symbol indicating the concept of a tree. i could say 'arbre' or 'eumhun' or 'dua' and still mean the same thing (tall thing with leaves). in contrast to onomatopoeia where there's a more direct connection between the thing (noise dog makes) and the sound (woof). but that's the problem. all spoken languages are phonetic. if a language relies on sounds (as opposed to sign langauge, but even then) it has phonemes. what would be huge linguistically, would be if the sparrows had developed written language.

on that note

lmfao

here he's just talking about spoken langauge. all spoken langauges have discrete sounds. bro doesnt even know about phonotactics tho. languages have rules about what sounds can go where, how sounds can combine, whats allowed to be in the start and end of a syllable, and so on. two languages with the same set of sounds can sound completely different because their rules on what is allowed to go where are different.

given his note on it being extremely differemely difficult for him to learn becomes particularly baffling when we look at this next tweet:

so here we can see some examples of 'phonetic languages'

hawaiian (which has been analysed as having anywhere from 13 to 33 'sounds' depending on how youre counting the vowels, but i couldnt find anyone who said 14, so i have no idea where he got that number from)

english (hes talking about the general american accent specifically)

french

mandarin

hes ended up conflating terms here. he said that chinese was a symbolic langauge, and is now saying that mandarin is a phonetic language. hes right in that chinese as a writing system is symbolic, and mandarin is spoken so like, has sounds, and phonemes, and stuff, but it just kind of demonstrates that he doesnt really know what hes talking about and seems to be googling things on the fly (like 'number of sounds in [x] language')

all these 'phonetic' langauges are just human languages. all of them are very learnable if you put your mind to it. hell, he speaks one of them already. why would a language being 'phonetic' make it more difficult to learn ?

speaking of phonetics (Well, this is phonology), langauges make different distinctions between similar sounds. english doesn't distinguish between aspirated and unaspirated sounds, but hindi does. when learning anther langauge, you sometimes have to train your brain into making a distinction that isnt there in your native langauge, or to ignore a distinction that your native lanuage does make. all that to say that this:

is effectively saying nothing. a difference in acoustic sound (phonetics) does not necessarily mean a difference in meaning-affecting sound (phonology). he brings this up here:

in linguistics wed look at 'car' and 'bar' and say, 'these things have different meanings. clearly, /k/ and /b/ are different phonemes.' until we have a corpus of sparrow language with at least a little bit of semantic information, id probably hold back on the phoneme counting.

this has gotten long enough so ill just briefly touch on the grammar stuff:

i think what he's trying to talk about here is morphology. in some langages (like english) you can break down longer words into smaller units of meaning like:

un - happi - ness

[not - happy - noun]

this means you can adjust the meaning of things without having an entirely different word. different root words (the bit that imparts the most meaning, in the example above 'happy') can have similar sounds. thats what he's getting at with the 'cat' versus 'catapault' thing. 'cat' is a root word ('cats' = [cat - plural]), but 'catapault' is also a root word, it cant really be broken down any further (but you can add stuff to it, 'catapaulting] = [catapault(verb) - present])

and yeah, morphology can be a bit of a bitch. its sometimes hard to work out what bit of language is doing what. normally, though, we'd focus on the bits that are consistent (un = not, -ed = past tense) and use that as a kind of framework for working out other stuff.

that being said, andy thanfictions lack of linguistics knowledge comes out again when he says

could this be correct? yeah, sure. but there would be no way of telling (with his admittedly limited knowledge) whether this is a prefix, or whether this is an independent vocative particle. same thing for the suffix thing. i don't know whether he's saying [-ekek] is added onto nouns, or whether [-ekek] makes things nouns, but either way it would be very difficult to tell whether this is actually a suffix or some other kind of morpheme.

he seems to be throwing around half-remembered linguistics terms and just guessing at what they mean. even within his own logic theyre seemingly completely inconsistent.

ill just leave with one more thing:

i do not think anyone is saying that.

You may have already noted this, but Andy's claims on twitter about being able to understand what his sparrow is saying (and thus sparrow language in general) seem to be ramping up in unbelievability- apparently yesterday the bird was able to communicate that it didn't want its conversation with other sparrows recorded and shared. Andy makes mention of several of his followers who have apparently been having FaceTime calls with the bird. There's at least 5-6 of Andy's followers who consistently comment on the bird updates and show no credulity, expressing how much they want to be able to communicate with the bird like Andy does. It's probably not the biggest deal, but the whole thing has just been giving me an odd vibe. Feels like Andy once again making friends/followers by demonstrating abilities and knowledge no one else has.

Yes, his allegedly deep connection with sparrows has been getting weird for quite a while. He says he can understand some of their language, enough to relay things that the flock outside his house is talking about and things that Nuggie communicates to him. On top of that, Andy has written about things like Nuggie watching movies and musicals and following every emotional beat, to the point of showing the characters his malformed feet to offer encouragement when they're lacking confidence. Andy is anthropomorphizing the hell out of that little bird. Meanwhile, his followers praise him for knowing sparrows better than ornithologists do.

I've lived with a parrot before, for many years, and I bonded very closely with him. I agree that birds are much smarter and more emotionally complex than most people realize. But they're not humans. Their thoughts and feelings are not exactly like ours and we have no way to know exactly what's going on in their heads. Projecting onto them can lead to misunderstandings of their behavior and needs. Andy seems to be taking good care of Nuggie, from what I can tell--bearing in mind that we only have his word for it--but that doesn't mean he's right about everything.

Here's the thread you mentioned:

Here's Andy in November, writing about Nuggie's "phone flock":

Here's a thread from October, featuring Andy's musings on sparrow language. Friendly reminder that he is neither an ornithologist nor a linguist.

Note that at the end, he specifies that he's not Dr. Doolittle and doesn't speak or 100% understand sparrows' language...but he's still claiming a level of understanding that no one else has.

And here's Andy in August, wishing that he could communicate effectively with Nuggie and then having an actual conversation with him:

Those are some awfully complex ideas for a member of a non-human species to understand and respond to appropriately.

I'm not trying to suggest that Andy is forming another cult based around his bird, but like you said, Anon, it's notable that he is once again positioning himself as someone who has a special ability that no one else has. He's also repeating an old pattern in making himself the sole conduit to communicate with someone who holds a great deal of emotional significance for people. Back in the day, it was any of 160+ "others", and later, the DAYDverse/Harry Potter characters; now, it's a rescued sparrow with a disability, whom a lot of people apparently find inspiring.

[uceyliyahh]

FRIENDS

Summary: “Heart on your sleeve like you've never been loved,” After being in an abusive relationship Imani decided to close herself off until she gets drafted over to the Raw Brand bumping into her best friend Jimmy as she started to catch feelings for him, but will her heart let her fall for him?

Jimmy Uso x Imani Blackwood

word count: 3697

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

Again mdni you have been warned.

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FLASHBACK 4 Imani was busy training on the ropes, practicing new moves in preparation for her upcoming match in ROW. As she sprinted back and forth, she noticed Zilla entering the gym, a look of concern etched on her face. This sight made Imani pause her training, sensing that something was troubling her friend.

She noticed him reaching into his gym bag, and for a brief moment, it looked like he was pulling out a gun, sending a wave of fear through her. She called out his name, and he immediately froze in place.

"Zilla what's wrong?" Imani asked.

"It's Jordan for some reason he got people down here tryna get you I'm not going to let that happen," He said as she nodded her head.

Why is he acting this way? What could possibly be his reasoning? Is it really just because she chose not to return to him? After all, he was the one who manipulated and controlled her, particularly when she sought to pursue her dreams without him in the way.

Imani stepped out of the ring, her heart racing as she grabbed her phone. The messages from Jordan were alarming, filled with threats about how he would destroy her life if she didn't return to him.

J💔: Imani you got me fuck up yo' I will make sure your life is miserable if you don't come back home

J💔: I got my people up there at yo' job to get you back since you wanna keep playing with me and if you even think about finding a new nigga he'll be dead too

J💔: so stop playing and come home now I miss you and I miss us

Imani was taken aback by the messages she was reading from him, scoffing at his apparent confidence.

IMESSAGE 💬 Mani💫: fuck you Jordan I will never come back to you, you don't miss me nor our relationship you just miss having control over me J💔: stop being fucking stupid Mani them Samoan niggas won't save you Mani💫: I'm family so they will save me regardless of the matter because you wanna be stupid so how about you leave me tf alone J J💔: bitch I will fucking kill you goofy ass over any nigga don't matter who, but aight you just wait

Imani noticed Zilla entering the building, and their eyes met. She could see his gaze soften when he noticed the tears in her eyes. He quickly approached her and wrapped her in a warm, comforting hug.

"Hey, hey, everything is going to be okay Mani aight?" He reassured her.

"My people will protect you, you're family,"

Imani gazed up at him as she gave him a smile while continuing to hug each other.

FLASHBACK OVER

IMANI It's been a few weeks since I last spoke to or saw Jimmy. Our last interaction left a strong impression on me; he had me feeling completely overwhelmed, and it seemed like everything around us was affected by that moment. He reached out with a few texts and calls, but I found myself putting my phone on do not disturb, choosing to ignore them for now.

 It's surprising to see how much energy he has during intimacy. I didn't dwell on it much as I distanced myself from him and the situation we were in, feeling that it was fundamentally wrong. I kept it all to myself, not even confiding in his brother, knowing how he tends to react.

As I prepared for my match against Liv tonight, I couldn't help but feel the intensity of our ongoing rivalry. Standing in front of the mirror, I took a moment to admire my outfit, ensuring everything was just right for the competition ahead.

(Imani's Attire)

As I approached the door, I could hear a knock echoing through the room. When I opened it, I was greeted by Jey, dressed in his signature yeet outfit, with his glasses perched playfully on the back of his head.

As I closed the door, I noticed him standing there with his hands on his hips, and we shared a hug. It felt like I might be in a bit of trouble.

"What's up Joshua?" I asked him.

"Why haven't you been texting or calling Jimmy back Mani?"

Jimmy has already informed his brother about this situation, and now I feel trapped. With Jey aware of what's been going on between Jimmy and me, there's no escaping it. I let out a deep sigh and leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms.

"I really feel lost about what he expects from me, Josh. I expressed to him how inappropriate this situation is, but he just ignored my concerns. I understand he's not satisfied with Trinity, but that doesn't give me the right to interfere in their relationship. That's just not who I am."

"I understand that, but why are you runnin from him?"

"I mentioned this during our family outing, Joshua. I'm trying to safeguard my heart, and I really need some time to heal."

"You know Jimmy isn't goin to hurt you Imani," I let out a heavy sigh, my fingers tangling in my hair as frustration washed over me. I never wanted things to unfold this way, yet every time he's near, it's as if a switch flips in my mind and body, drawing me in against my will. "I know, Joshua. I know he wouldn't but I'm not jumping into a whole bunch of shit I don't need that right now."

"Imani to the gorilla, Imani to the gorilla,"

I took that as my signal to wrap up our chat. I adjusted my outfit, making sure everything was in place, and tidied my hair as I moved toward the door. Just then, Jey spoke up.

"He mentioned that he'd like to see you later tonight." I paused, turning to look at him. "I'll consider it if I'm free," I replied before leaving my locker room and making my way toward the gorilla. I was uncertain about seeing him again; memories of what happened in that studio that day when he arrived flooded my mind.

The thought of it sends chills down my spine; he was overwhelming me, taking me in every possible way.

FLASHBACK - IMANI AND JIMMY AT THE STUDIO (SMUT WARNING)

Jimmy had his one leg up and one leg down combo hitting Imani's spot yanking her hair back to make her look up at him as he fucked her deeply.

"You love me mamas?" He grunted.

"Y-yes I love you and only you Jimmy...you know that..." she stammered softly gazing into his eyes.

"You gon' stop fucking runnin' from me and let me have you huh?"

Imani rolled her eyes in the back of her head biting the bottom of her lips feeling his dick gliding through her g-spot so well she couldn't even let out a simple "yes" all because he was fucking her so good.

It had her mind in a daze when she didn't respond to him he pounded her to the oblivion causing her to moan out his name loudly as his hips were slapping against her ass cheeks.

"Ouuu, fuckkkk."

"Answer me baby, you gon stop or what?"

"Yes, daddy, yes. Imma stop.." she cried out trying to press on his stomach to slow him down but he wasn't having it he let go of her hair while wrapping his hand around her neck thrusting his hips.

"You gon' stop doin what?" His hand tightened around her hips fucking her senselessly as she gasped.

"Imma stop runnin! daddyyy! Fuckk!" Her orgasm sent down a shock wave down her spine feeling her body shaking as her milky cream coated up his dick so well.

Jimmy look down at the sight of it seeing all of her milky cream all over him making that sticky sound as he pumped his dick deeper and deeper inside of her throwing his head back in pleasure. "Look at you mamas, making a mess on me. Such a good girl you're for me hm? You daddy's good girl?" He cooed at her.

"Yes, daddy. I'm your good girl..." Jimmy removed his hand around her neck as Imani collapsed on the sofa with her ass still in the air as he fucked her through it.

Talking his shit while he was in it as he was losing his himself within her as he was drilling her shit in rolling his eyes in the back of his head.

"This pussy feels so good mamas, so wet for me,"

The way his dick was sliding in and out of her and then him pushing it all the way in was a turn on for him as her moans were music to his ears.

"T-too m-much...J-Jimmy...too fucking much..."

"It's too much for you sweetheart? Well you gon' take this dick the way I want you to you hear me?" Jimmy growled while spanking her ass.

"Y-yess daddy.."

FLASHBACK OVER.

I would try to set those flashbacks aside and concentrate on what truly matters to me, which is my career. I don't want to stir up any more trouble than what's already there.

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After my match, I stepped into the shower to wash off the sweat and adrenaline. When I made my way back to the locker room and opened the door, I was surprised to find Jimmy inside, absorbed in his phone. He glanced up at me, and I could feel my eyes widen in surprise.

I barely had a moment to turn and leave when I felt his hand gripping the back of my throat, drawing me back into the locker room. My back pressed against him, and I caught a whiff of his favorite cologne, a scent I adore, as he held me close.

He leaned in close and murmured softly to me. "why haven't you been answering my calls and text messages?"

I felt a tightness in my throat as I looked into his deep, dark eyes. "I've been really busy, Jimmy, with my new singles album and all this wrestling stuff," I explained, as he stepped closer, his hand resting around my throat.

"Yeah, we've talked about it but you could've still answered the phone whenever I called you so were you really that busy?" He said.

Our faces were just a breath apart, my heart pounding wildly as I locked my gaze onto him.

"What I say about runnin' from me?"I remained silent, deliberately looking away as I turned my head. I was unsure of what he expected from me. I sensed his hand gently cradling my chin, guiding my gaze back to his eyes. This time, he tilted his head slightly, his tongue brushing over his lower lip.

"I-I'm not runnin'..." I said stumbling on my words as Jimmy shook his head. "Nah, I don't wanna hear none of that. Why do you keep playing with me Imani?" His voice lowered several octaves, making me feel small and vulnerable, prompting a pout to form on my lips as I looked up at him.

I continued to sulk as he laughed softly, gently holding my chin and drawing me nearer to him. "Fix yo' face baby,"

"I'm not runnin from you...I'm just scared,"

"Scared of what? I told you what it was with me and you keep playing."

"And I told you that you are with Trin and it's wrong as fuck to be doing this behind her back," I continued to sulk as he laughed softly, gently holding my chin and drawing me nearer to him. "I don't want her though, I want you Imani,"

"I'm tryna heal Jonathan..." He seemed surprised when I used his real name instead of the nickname, I usually called him. That's when he leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

"Why, you keep playing Mani?"

"Jonathan...I'm not playing I told you I'm tryna heal and focus on me right now," Jimmy smacked his lips while rolling his eyes at her.

"And I told you, you can do that while you're with me let me take care of you."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, giving him a look that said I didn't have the time for this back-and-forth about his feelings for me. As he pulled me closer, I felt his hands on my hips, our noses almost touching. He kissed me softly, holding my gaze with an intensity that was hard to ignore.

"Why you keep fighting this? Instead of letting it happen?" He asked.

"Because I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't fall in love again especially not to someone that I'm close with," I said seeing him raise an eyebrow at me.

"I'm not like him though Imani," It brought a smile to my face to hear that from him. "How can I possibly know that? Hm? How can I possibly believe that you actually want me when you're dealing with Trin? I don't need all of this extra bullshit Jonathan," I was feeling really frustrated, but I didn't want to let it show. I knew how he could react, and I didn't want to deal with the consequences.

I sensed him lifting me by my thighs, guiding me toward the sofa. He settled down first, positioning me to straddle his lap and holding me securely in place.

"You really finna have me wait?"

I nodded my head, "if you can't wait for me then you not my person Jonathan simple as that I told you I need to heal I don't know how many times I gotta repeat myself to you," I find myself repeating myself, almost like a broken record, because it seems my message isn't getting through to him at all. I really don't want to rush into something that could end badly and leave me feeling foolish.

His hands glided down my shorts, gripping my cheeks with a firm touch as I lost myself in his alluring gaze. He leaned in closer for another kiss, the sight of him biting his bottom lip adding to the intensity of the moment.

"A'ight, I'll wait then if that's what you want mamas. What'chu doing tonight?" Jimmy said.

"Head to the studio like I always do why?"

"I'm tryna see what my best friend music sounds like in this album of hers," I couldn't help but laugh at him; he thinks he's being clever, but I have to admit, he does have a way with words that makes him quite charming.

"Well you can pull up if you want to, I'll leave the door unlock for you," I said.

"Oh well how nice of you sweetheart, but aight then."

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I was at the studio, just like I usually am, focused on my singles album and typing up some lyrics on my iPad. Suddenly, I heard the door open and there stood Jimmy, the man of the hour, with bags in his hands. It was such a thoughtful surprise—how did he know I was feeling hungry?

He smiled at me as he set the bags down on the empty table. I was so absorbed in my music that I didn't notice him at first. Then, he gently pushed my hair aside and planted a soft kiss on my neck, which made me turn my head to see him standing there.

"Hey, pretty baby. What'chu working on," he asked.

"I'm just typing up some lyrics right now, you bought food?" He gave a nod as he passed me a drink along with the bag containing my food, all the while keeping his attention on my work.

I noticed him settling into the sofa, making himself comfortable in the room. As I removed my headphones and stepped into the booth with my iPad, I could feel Jimmy's gaze on me.

As the guitar began to play softly in the background, I encouraged him to press the button. I put my headphones back on, leaving one ear uncovered so I could hear my voice as I sang the opening lyric.

Spendin' all my nights alone, waitin' for you to call me You're the only one I want by my side when I fall asleep

Jimmy took a seat in the chair I had just vacated, watching me perform a song and rap that he hadn't heard in years, not since our teenage days.

Tell me what I'm waitin' for, tell me what I'm waitin' for I know it's hard but we need each other Know it's hard but we need each other

I move mountains on my own, don't need nobody help Changed your mind when I changed my life, better start believin' in myself

And we all out lookin' for, lookin' for God so we never see it in ourself

Shit, divine intervention move in stealth It's hard to tell what the prayer compelled

I caught Jimmy's gaze as I rapped, noticing how he was really feeling the rhythm, which made me smile back at him.

You can find me dancin' in between the raindrops Tryna find a way to make the pain stop Overtime, on the graveyard

Got a nigga feeling brainwashed My instability's trademark Copy-written in all my decisions

This is not supposed to be a way of livin' Turned my temple down into a prison, shit

The lyrics resonated with me on a deeper level, especially when I noticed Jimmy gesturing for me to join him. As I removed my headphones and stepped out of the booth, the music still filled the air around us.

He stood tall, his hands gently gripping my waist, drawing me nearer until our faces were just inches apart, our noses brushing against each other.

"You're so talented, you know that mamas?" He said as I nodded my head while looking at him innocently.

"I know I am, what else can I not do?" I said confidently seeing a cocky smile on his face. "I don't know you tell me?"

I can't help but roll my eyes and chuckle as we continue to gaze at each other. Am I really going to be foolish enough to let this man ensnare me like this?

Was I really going to lower my defenses, even for a moment, for this man? Especially when he's involved with someone else at the moment? I've always felt that something was off from the very start, especially after that kiss we shared during the family outing.

 I'm wondering if being with him during my healing process is going to be effective. I initially wanted to go through this alone and concentrate on myself, but having Jimmy around makes it difficult for me to focus. It feels like my mind just won't let me do that.

Spendin' all my nights alone, waitin' for you to call me You're the only one I want by my side when I fall asleep

Tell me what I'm waitin' for, tell me what I'm waitin' for I know it's hard but we need each other Know it's hard but we need each other

"You gon keep fighting this? Or let me love you correctly?"

"Jonathan..." I whined.

"Nah, how long you gon keep me waiting mamas? I understand you need to heal and shit but I can help you with that,"

Yeah, back on Vincent with the braces on Used to slide out the back without the neighbors knowin'

I wasn't sure how long I would keep him waiting to come in. I just needed a little more time; I wanted to be certain that I was truly ready.

"Jonathan, please don't pressure me about this."

Pose for the picture with the pearly whites Dead lens zoomin' in, catchin' all my strikes Used to trade Jordan for some molly And she gave me all I need for the night, forties suffice

"I'm not, I just want to know how long you gon keep me waiting for you just to let me love you correctly baby that's all." Jimmy said.

Morally alright, but I need some advice And I know that I'm actin' foolish

Chris would pick me up around noon-ish Half a blunt, yeah, we coolin' Twist it up, puttin' on OutKast Hunnid, Texas heat, and yeah, we cruisin'

I could tell he was truly sincere about this, especially considering my current situation and what I'm experiencing. I felt it was important to provide him with a response.

"Give me three weeks is that fine with you? I need time Jimmy, what I went through with him I wouldn't wish that on nobody," I said.

"A'ight, three weeks it is then. And no runnin' this time around you hear me? I want to love you correctly mamas," His captivating gaze had a way of stirring something within me each time he looked down at me.

Jimmy pressed his lips against mine, and without hesitation, I found myself wrapping my arms around his neck. This time, I didn't want to resist. The kiss was passionate and lingering as he lifted me by my thighs and carried me to the sofa.

But when I love you right, I love you right All by yourself

As he positioned himself between my legs, I wrapped them around his waist, and our lips remained locked together. The way he kissed me was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

But I'll make it bright, baby, I want you to know I'ma be there for you, I'ma make you see that I want you, I want you

The lyrics resonated with me on a deeper level, reflecting the connection that Jimmy and I share at this moment. It made me question whether I truly wanted to pursue this with him. Did I genuinely want him in my life?

Deep within my heart and soul, I truly yearned to share this moment with him. As Jimmy pulled away from the kiss, he gazed down at me.

"You, gon let me do this? Or you gon keep fighting me?" He asked.

I gently cupped his cheeks with my small hands and shook my head.

"I don't wanna keep fighting you...I just want you here with me." I said softly.

"Then lemme' have you fuck the three weeks I want you now and forever,"

I leaned in closer, pressing my lips against his as he wrapped his arms around my waist, our bodies coming together and sharing the warmth that enveloped us.

Could I let him in?

FRIENDS

A/n: phew the tension between the two is very strong and high but after those three weeks are up do you think Imani will let her heart let him in or will she run away like always or will her best friend tell her that she should let new things come into her life?

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

[vershautece]

imagine you’re having sex w him and he does something that makes your pussy hurt really bad and you make a noise that definitely sounds wrong and he pulls out immediately. and then he’s so concerned truly that he goes soft instantly and starts asking you the most clinical questions. and you’re embarrassed cause it’s a lot but he’s seriously worried he’s caused you serious harm. and he’s all “baby, but how does your vagina feel now?” and he’s blushing cause he feels horrible and it’s also so strange to talk about it like that but he loves you so much and there’s no tmi anymore and then he makes you show him to reassure him it’s okay …. idk why this particular thing made me crazy, maybe this whole thing will be my downfall really

this has me😫 anon this is 100% what he’d be like oh my god that’s why im so in love with him the way he would literally go from fucking u rough and passionate to looking after u so concerned and making sure you’re okay bc all he cares about is u :((

[thatwitchrevan]

the main language discourse that inspired that post was the discussion around the term 'nonverbal' and its related terms such as 'semi (non)verbal' and 'going nonverbal.'

I lose the ability to speak or even communicate effectively over text due to brain fog from migraine, chronic pain, anxiety, and depression. It's infrequent but becoming more frequent and really distressing. I've never known quite how to describe it because to me, 'going nonverbal' seems the most intuitive because it communicates temporary inability to communicate in two short, common words.

I genuinely don't know what else I'd call it. I don't generally call myself nonverbal or semiverbal because I only become incapable of speaking under specific infrequent circumstances. I don't use any form of 'mute'/'mutism' to describe it because to me that implies a physical inability to speak whereas this is a mental inability.

But there's discourse around who is allowed to use 'nonverbal' as a term and in what circumstances, even tho at its core it's just a word that means 'not talking' and can be modified by context to be understood in all kinds of nuanced circumstances. I'm not aware of an alternative to describe my experience.

I value listening to and being sensitive to other people's frustrations with language and their requests for how language they relate to is used, but this doesn't mean I have no need or right to describe my circumstances, or that the burden is on me to find or create a term that is both useful and doesn't encroach on people with overlapping but different experience.

I also think it's ironic that we're requiring specificity in language from people who are trying to describe their various issues with using language to communicate. Just saying.

[beloved-menagerie]

I thought about this uhh, a lot, when I was, when I was new and having a moral crisis wondering if I'd need to get Dragon blood from work, like uh. 'expired' is the point past which the blood breaks down in quality and otherwise starts to present a serious risk of health for human patients, but it's not an instant like, uh, on-off switch i guess, so I imagine like a day or two would probably be ok for any un-fussy vampire, right. and I can think of a couple good ways a decently connected or set up lick could arrange to funnel that stuff right out soon as. but! so like the bigger problem I can think of here is uhh, is the quantity. banks already have to manage shortages and fluctuating supplies and demand for different blood types and even if you like, dumped all the fresh good blood right into a box marked 'for vampires' and fuck the patients i doubt itd be enough for all of them, never mind just what you'd get from expired bags. idk maybe handfull vampires could do this per bank but im not sure it's, entirely sustainable, even ethical concerns aside. i mean i dont really have a horse in this race, but. i mean, sorry you were talking about blood sooo

-- Juan

I heard that theres a thing of if we ethically source the blood it’s ok but um i hate to break it to people that blood bags in hospitals are usually for um. People dying of blood loss :(

[inkskinned]

she says he won't let her get a dog, which is fine, because they're in an apartment, and that's the kind of thing people say about their partners. he won't let me get a dog. and you're at a dinner party and you tilt your head a little to the side just like that dog he won't let her get, because is this the thing that's going to upset you? you don't know every corner of their relationship, she could be joking, they could have had so many healthy conversations about the dog, right, and maybe she's not letting herself get the dog because of money and time and whatever. but, like, she did say let

and she wants to move away from his hometown and he wants to stay and then he tells you with a wink and a conspiratorial stage whisper don't worry i'll convince her and she laughs about it - so clearly this is something they laugh about. but you do just stand there and stare at him like what the fuck, man. you can't say what you want to say which is why do you get the final say on everything because they're both obviously aware of the other person's stance on this and have obviously had private conversations about it and what are you going to do about it except make a scene and then he'll be mad at you and call you one of those bitches behind your back and she'll cut you off, which is a loss that doesn't feel worth it just because he makes you a little skeeved out every 3rd comment

and they both agree he just isn't the type to get flowers which is fine because everyone shows love differently, and are you really gonna judge someone based on their sense of individual relationship responsibility? maybe he's constantly cleaning her car and writing her poems and making her furniture or something. maybe she doesn't even like flowers and this is perfect, actually. and no you couldn't date him, obviously, ew; but like, she tells you she's happy. you almost send her a tiktok that says don't be 25 and the cool girl that doesn't need anything, you'll hate not getting flowers at 30, but that's like, starting drama & you shouldn't start drama needlessly.

and you're a little older than her but not so much older you can pull the whole trust me on this one babe thing and besides that wouldn't have worked anyway (when does it ever) and besides you have trauma so you and your therapist both agree that you're always looking for a problem even when there isn't one. and you tell yourself that just because you see them for 15 minutes every month does not mean you can identify every single red flag based on a single shitty half-joking(?) comment

and besides, what are you going to do? she says i actually wanted another stand mixer but thankfully he stops me when i'm about to spend too much money and you're standing there like are you okay? is this normal? is this just something people say? and again - what are you going to do?

to your therapist you try to language it - it's not, like, any of my business. but sometimes, doesn't it feel like - you should do something. there's got to be something, right? you've tried dropping little hints but they sail right through and you've tried having a single serious conversation and she got upset because why does it matter to you, yes it's different but we're happy, it doesn't need to make sense to you and you're like. really unwilling to push a boundary about it anymore; because the truth is that you know logically it shouldn't matter to you, as long as both parties are happy.

and besides, you've been wrong before. it's just... like, every time you see them both, something else happens, some kind of shiver down your spine like do you even hear each other when you talk. it's their strange, bickering orbit. just the way he's on his phone through dinner or watching sports instead of helping in the kitchen or, fuck, another one of these little throwaway comments he makes about we'll see about that, babe. she laughs when he calls her passions stupid shit and meanwhile she gets him tickets to see the knicks and he tells you well at least she's smart about something and still! it's none of your business.

you say get the dog anyway and she laughs. like, this is is you being funny. and not you saying - no really. get the dog. get the dog and get out of here. pack up and start running.