#truly a latino moment

[twobellsilence]

listening to old songs while having 21st century sensitivities is. An Experience. Like my mother Loves listening to 70's-80's salsa and ballads and merengue and what have you........ and then occasionally one of them comes on where the lyrics are about a 40 something taking a schoolgirl's virginity and painting it as the sweetest most romantic and loving thing ever and im here like. my brother in christ that is a MINOR there is NOTHING romantic about it i really hope you're dead right now

[corviacore]

@nbphosphophyllite for your consideration.

y’all are gonna vote Kamala now that she’s called for a ceasefire and has condemned Israel’s actions, right? you’re going to vote for her because she’s said she hears the calls for a ceasefire, right? or will you find another excuse to now do your civic duty for this country that directly affects you and everyone around you. i am begging you to please vote in this election because we are literally between a man who has been charged with 34 felony counts, had more on the table, and wants to become a dictator if hes elected on day one and a woman who is sane, rational, and competent at her job and supports everything this man is against. if you want Palestine to be free, you’re going to get off your ass and vote.

[enriquemzn262]

Republicans hate latinos they said, the Dems are the only ones who care for them they said.

I have asked some friends with family in the US about why latinos seemly supported Trump, and it all boils down to legal immigrants hating the fact they had to work their asses off, pay taxes and do everything alone in order to rise to citizenship status, only for them to see recent arrivals basically get housing and healthcare the moment they got to the country for free, using the taxes the legal ones have to keep paying.

Plus, you know, the only people who truly hate latinos are other latinos, it’s something we inherited from Spain.

[cavinginhisfvce]

All Things Borrowed | Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley

full disclosure: this is a fic i wrote a while ago, and posted, i just edited it to be jhea bc the theme of it felt so fitting.

Rhea knows it's selfish. She knows it's not fair to feel the way she does. She shouldn't feel like she's living on borrowed love from her boyfriend, especially not when Jey is always so willing to give Rhea the affection he knows the Australian craves.

It's selfish to take all that Jey offers, his joy, his fears, his love, and in return store those moments for when, if, that trust in Rhea suddenly vanishes, instead of giving the same. 

It's not fair of Rhea to store the love for a later date, a day where the love has suddenly stopped flowing and she's scrambling for some semblance of things being okay. Things being right.

If Jey knew Rhea was just counting down the days until the demise of their relationship, would he still bother with her? Or would he make all of Rhea’s worst dreams come true and feed her to the proverbial wolves?

Wrapped up tightly in Jey’s embrace, Rhea can't help but feel reminded that all love is borrowed love; no matter who the love comes from.

Whether it be family or others, others like Dominik, the woman is all too familiar with what it feels like to watch the reservoir of familial and romantic love run so dry the sight of the person makes you feel sick to your stomach.

Rhea’s love for Dominik, for example, burned so bright, and felt reciprocated in ways that blinded her to who her Latino Heat was becoming until it was too late, and Rhea had become a person Dominik held little to no love for.

Rhea in turn, watched with her own eyes as the love Dominik had for her ceased to exist, at least in a healthy sense. His obsession with her remains the same.

She doesn't think she can live through a pain like that again, even if the love differs from her relationship with Dom, even if Dom went too far with his love and it cost Rhea everything.

 Seeing the way Dominik has completely done away with her and seems better for it, hurts; but the feeling pales in comparison to the mere thought that Jey could be done with her, she can't imagine who she'd become if Jey decided Rhea wasn't worth the hassle. If he decided the panic attacks, and nightmares were too much to tackle, because let's face it, Rhea’s a handful. She knows this, and Jey, bless his heart, tries so hard with her, but he truthfully doesn't have to. 

Rhea knows if she shares these feelings with her boyfriend, the elder will reassure her. She knows Jey will take her in his arms and pepper her face in sweet kisses whilst he whispers all the reasons he loves Rhea more than she could ever know, Jey has done as much for less. 

But, there's the possibility Jey could do the exact opposite, maybe Jey just needed an out and Rhea opening up would be just that. Maybe in the same breath Rhea confesses her knowledge of living on borrowed love, Jey will pack his bags and leave Rhea’s life forever. 

The likelihood seems much higher now than it did before, especially with the stolen glances from Sami and Jey, the looks they think Rhea doesn't notice. She does. She notices the lingering touches, and that Jey will seek out Sami at work, long before he finds his actual partner.

Even in her muddled mess of a mind, Rhea knows she's being irrational, because just that morning Jey had woken her up by carding skilled fingers through her hair, nosing happily at the girl’s cheek until the latter stirred awake.

And yet, the possibility still exists. 

There could come a day when Jey is no longer the glue holding Rhea together, but the hammer that shatters her fully. It'd be too easy with all the cracks in the Australian’s foundation, because they're just that. Cracks in her foundation, difficult to patch up and make whole without running the risk of destroying it completely. 

Rhea isn't sure she'd survive that. So, she stays shut. What Jey doesn't know, won't be able to hurt Rhea.

If Sami and Jey are truly falling in with one another, then Rhea will pretend nothing has changed, because losing Jey? It's not an option. 

She’ll live on borrowed love for however long, if it means Jey stays with her.

[asmo-d3us]

James Potter Headcanons

Pansexual

He/him and they/them pronouns

Animagus is a deer

Latino and always speaks in fast Spanish when angry or excited and it’s so amusing to watch

Never studies yet somehow gets amazing grades and results in exams

Had severe ADHD and sometimes forgets to take his medication so Marlene always reminds him, and sometimes when she isn’t there, Barty notices it and gives subtle nudges to James, and when James looks at him he sees him holding out his medication. He never forgot, no matter what, and James will always be grateful

Used to be childhood friends with Marlene and Barty

Was forced to stop talking to barty because of how different they were, even though his parents wanted him to come back since they missed him

When he started dating regulus, he was forced to start talking with barty again, and they had a weird moment where they stared into each others eyes and cried silently, before hugging and then acting like nothing happened the next day.

he was obsessed with the idea of lily but not her as a person, especially because his parents expected them to be together so the pressure got to his head, but after meeting regulus he began to fall in love

james is a people-pleaser so he never really opens up and nobody has ever seen him breakdown other then barty, marlene, remus, and regulus

the first time james cried in front of sirius was when they found out regulus died. sirius was so shocked at his reaction that he began to cry harder and cradled james in his arms

he misses barty to death

has obvious bipolar disorder but he’s in denial, remus agreed not to tell anyone yet

james never opens up to anyone since he thinks his job is to make everyone happy. for some reason, barty and regulus (slytherins) were the only ones who were there for him and understood him in such a deep level

people would come to him for therapy, venting, help, advice, etc. but he never had anyone there for him

people called him egotistical and cocky but in reality it’s just a facade to seem cool because he never really liked who he truly was

pretty good actor, his friends never caught on to his fake behavior, but when remus, regulus, and marlene did, (barty did to, he just didn’t talk about it, he only gave silent nudges to let james know he’s right there.) they tried their best to comfort him.

NAPS, loves naps

if one light is on he CANNOT sleep

broken multiple pairs of glasses after falling asleep in them

him and sirius are like brothers, but that breaks his heart because of regulus

mamas boy

mcgonagall has a soft spot for him

a hugger, seriously so touchy he sometimes gets super insecure bc he’s worried ppl will be annoyed. the only people who encouraged this was the marauders + marlene (barty wasn’t a big toucher himself but he would comfort james with humor if he asked)

ruffles everyone’s hair

natural leader, sometimes overthinks and begins to worry that he’s using people and ordering them around bossily

he loves everyone so fucking much and he’s indecisive as fuck

he sings in the shower

he has a diary that he writes in with a glittery gel pen

[nessinborderland]

V-E-N-U-S (01)

Pairing: Rafe x plus size!Reader

Genre: smut, dark-ish fic

Word Count: 6 ,7k

Warnings ��️ Mildly Dubious Consent, Enemies to Lovers, more like Enemies to Enemies That Fuck tbh, Rafe Cameron Being an Asshole, mentions of bullying, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Rough Sex, Mentions of death of a parent, Drinking, Drug Use, Rafe needs therapy asap, fatphobia, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: The nickname he had given you in 8th grade was supposed to be ironic. In Rafe’s defense, he used to be a pretty stupid and cruel fourteen-year-old, as most kids that age are. So yeah, nicknaming the fat and nerdy chick Venus – like the goddess of sex and beauty – had been pretty hilarious in young Rafe's opinion.

What he would've never guessed was how much that name would fit you now as a grown woman.

Notes: this is - hopefully - the first of more OBX fics written by yours truly. A joy to write really because Rafe/Drew are turning me into a mad woman and I desperately needed something to quench the thirst. So here, enjoy 💖

AO3 | Masterlist

Rafe was pretty sure he was about to do something he was going to regret. That, or go insane with desire. He could feel something sizzling in his chest the longer he stared at you, hyper-aware of the attention you were attracting. Attention that did not come from him and him alone.

"Wow," Kelce whistled beside him, pulling him out of his thoughts, "Venus looking thick as hell, man, look at that ass."

Rafe had been looking. Hard not to, when the red bikini you were wearing hugged your body like a second skin, showing off your curves in ways that made him wonder how nice it would feel to trace your soft-looking skin with his palms.

Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t the only one with his eyes on you.

He gulped and took another sip of his beer – jaw clenching as he tried to not let his temper get the best of him over Kelce’s words. He couldn’t blame the other guy for staring when you looked that good, but goddamit, did Rafe feel the urge to punch him and every other ogler that dared to eye-fuck you.

His eyes never left your figure as you danced by the pool with the confidence of a young woman that had outgrown her teenage insecurities, a faint smile on your lips as you swayed your hips to the beat of the Latino song playing.

It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, and – if you had been anyone else – he wouldn't have hesitated to approach you and charm you into his bed.

But he knew it would never work. Not on you.

It was the worst-kept secret that you disliked Rafe Cameron. No, not dislike; you hated his guts; you couldn’t even stand the mere sight of him, a scowl twisting your features every time you were forced to interact with him at the country club where you waited tables. He couldn’t really blame you for that though; not after the things he had done and said to you in high school.

Even Rafe himself was aware of how much of a nasty teenager he used to be; especially to you.

You just so happened to be his favorite plaything. Why, he had no idea, but young Rafe lived for the moments where you would avoid him like the plague during recess, just so he could hunt you down to bully you in the meanest way he could think of.

You had a crush on someone, and he happened to find out? He made sure to personally break your heart. You tried to develop a friendship? There he was to break it even before it started. You dared to tell on him to a teacher? He would harass you at your own home and bombard your phone with nasty texts until you dropped it.

He was king and you were his favorite court jester.

Not that you didn't put up a fight.

More than once you had punched and screamed at him, tears in your eyes as you pinned him down under your fiery gaze. He loved it. In a way, he wondered if that was what made him sink his claws into you in the first place. You scratched that urge in him for confrontation, for a good fight.

He still remembered that altercation between you that had turned into a slapping contest in the hallways, everyone around you urging you on until a teacher came to stop it. He could still feel the sting in his cheek, remember the way your hard gaze never left his even when his palm met your skin. That was one of the reasons why he couldn't stop bullying you, even when that inevitably got him in trouble.

Rafe knew that he used to be your worst nightmare, and, at the time, he hadn’t cared how it make you feel. Looking back, he regretted it.

He really had no idea how he had once thought of you as ugly. If he was being honest with himself, had he ever? Or had he just been a horny teenager with no idea of what to do with his feelings toward the ostracized fat girl? He couldn’t be sure. To be fair, you had been awkward in high school, always dressed in baggy clothes and worn-out shoes, with your glasses at the tip of your nose, which was almost always stuck in the pages of some thick fantasy novel.

But now? The only thing he could say was that you had finally learned how to dress and flaunt every piece of your body in the best way possible.

You had the body of a fucking goddess, an hourglass figure he could get lost in, all curves and wide hips and tits that he could bet even his large hands weren’t big enough to contain. More than once he had imagined your thick thighs wrapped around his hips as he thrust into you, your soft body pressed against his.

Ironically enough, you reminded him of the artwork ‘Venus and Adonis’, which he had seen during a visit to the Met as a kid.

But it wasn’t just your body that made his dick twitch with desire.

Your eyes still had that fire from when you were kids, and your gaze could smolder him on the spot if he locked eyes with you for too long. Your lips alone were enough to make him fantasize about you on your knees with your mouth stuffed with his cock, moaning around him as he came down your throat.

Fuck, did he want you. He was getting hard just imagining all the ways he could bend you over and fuck you until you were an incoherent mess.

A hand on his shoulder followed by his name snapped him out of his thoughts, and he changed his focus to the petite redhead staring up at him with a coy smile on her face.

“Hey, Rafe.”

“Hey, Amber, what’s up?” he greeted distractingly before redirecting his gaze back to you.

His brow furrowed as he noticed a guy approach you and start to dance right behind you, a hand going on your hip as he said something in your ear. Rafe could almost hear his jaw unclench as he saw you shake your head and bat the dude’s hand away, successfully making him leave you alone after that.

“What?” he asked, focusing again on the redhead that had said something to him.

“Was wondering if you have some of the… you know…” she shrugged and leaned against him before whispering, “The white stuff.”

“Got money to pay for it?” he asked straight, taking another sip of his beer as his gaze involuntary moved back to you, still dancing by the pool and thankfully on your own.

“No,” said Amber, her hand tracing patterns on his chest, “but I’m sure we can get to some kind of agreement…”

Rafe scoffed, her double meaning clear to him. It was not the first time she offered him a fuck or a blowjob in exchange for some grams of coke, and it wouldn’t be the last. Hell, any other night and he wouldn’t have hesitated to lock himself with her in the nearest room and let her ride his dick until he came.

But not tonight. She was not who he wanted.

“Sorry, Amber, no money no coke. That shit’s expensive.”

“Oh, c’mon, Rafe–”

“Just fuck off, will you?” he snapped, shaking her hand off of him. “Not in the mood tonight.”

He heard her gasp and curse at him before storming out, but he couldn’t care less if he had offended her.

Right now, you were walking towards him.

He took another gulp of his beer as he tried to act nonchalant; the last thing he needed was for you to notice his constant stare.

But then it happened. Just as you passed by him, so close he could see the beauty marks on your neck, you looked up at him and your lips twitched before you calmy broke eye contact and walked inside the house.

Rafe took a deep breath as he considered following you. You were trying to drive him insane on purpose, it was the only explanation. Why, though? That was a question he was dying to know the answer to. It didn’t even make sense, given your history.

But things had been… off for a while now. He hadn’t even thought much about it until you had smiled at him during one of your shifts at the country club, gaze bearing into his as you refilled his glass. You never smiled at him. Never. And you had definitely never looked at him with anything other than annoyance and contempt in your eyes. That look you had sent him though (so similar to the look you sent him just now), whatever it meant – and he was sure it meant something – that shifted something in him.

After that, it was like he was seeing you everywhere.

He was at the country club; there you were, catching his eye as you served drinks and took orders. He was at the beach with his friends; oh, there you were hanging around your pogue cousin and his pogue friends. But seeing you at a party? A party thrown by kooks, of all people? That was when he started paying attention.

Fuck it, he whispered to himself before downing the rest of his beer.

His feet were dragging him inside the house before he could register the decision to follow you, and Rafe passed by the other partygoers as he looked around for you. He ended up finding you in the kitchen, leaning against the marble counter as you sipped on a glass of water and checked your phone.

He hesitated for a second by the threshold, unsure of what to say, but it didn’t last when you finally noticed him, brows raising as he approached you with a smirk.

You were going to fucking end him.

“V-E-N-U-S,” he spelled as a way of greeting, “long time no see.”

“R-A-F-E,” you imitated in a mocking tone, looking at him with a raised brow. “You know your friends are doing coke in the living room, right? Not here.”

Your expression – together with the mocking movement of you wiping your nose – wiped the smirk off his face, making him bite the inside of his cheek as he tried not to let his temper get the better of him. He wasn’t expecting a conversation with you to go smoothly, but he wasn’t expecting such clear animosity.

He let out a fake laugh and tilted his head to the side as he took a step further into your personal space, suddenly wanting to make you as uncomfortable as you were making him.

“Ha ha ha, aren’t you hilarious. Nah, I was just wondering what a pogue like you does at a party like this…” he said, bite clear in his tone. “Your cousin doesn’t let you hang out with him and his loser friends anymore, is that it?”

Rafe grinned at the glint of growing fury in your eyes.

Let it all out, baby.

“Not that is any of your business, but this pogue is a big girl,” you said with a fake smile, hands on your waist as you stared up at him. “I can go to whatever party I want and, also, I’m not always around John B.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, biting his bottom lip as he looked down at your tits, “you’re a big girl, all right.”

Your eyes grew wide at his words, and you scoffed before crossing your arms over your chest, only giving him a bigger eyeful of your breasts. Fuck, he had to get his mouth on those.

“Fat jokes, Rafe? Really?” you said, raising a brow as he sent you a sneer. “How pubescent of you. You really haven’t changed, huh? Just the same mean rich kid.”

“Oh, c’mon Venus, are you still upset over high school? We’re adults now, can’t we put that shit behind us?” He offered you his hand in a clear peace offering and you scoffed, looking down at it like it had personally offended you. “Look, I’m sorry okay, for everything. Can you forgive me?”

He actually meant it, as odd as it was; especially if he got something else out of it. Rafe would apologize a thousand times if it assured him he would get a taste of you.

“Hmm...” you patted your lower lip in pretend contemplation, and Rafe had to control himself not to replace your finger with his. “Let’s see… besides all the things you said and did to me when we were teenagers – which, I confess, I’m still not over – you have tried to hurt my cousin one too many times for me to even consider forgiving you so… how about – no.”

Rafe dropped his hand with a sigh and an eye roll.

“Really mature of you.”

“Oh yeah, ‘cause you’re one to talk,” you scoffed as you purposely bumped against his side as you walked past him in direction of the sink to refill your glass. “Leave me alone and stop being a fucking creep, I know you and your friends have been staring at my ass all night.”

Rafe didn’t mean for the next words to leave his lips.

“Then maybe stop fucking walking around like you want me to spank it.”

A few seconds went by where neither of you said a word, your back still turned to him as you refilled your glass. He heard as you turned the faucet off, another moment passing before you slowly turned to look at him over your shoulder.

“What did you say?”

“What, is that not what you want when you lean over right in front of me at the country club?”

You snorted before taking a sip of your water and spilling the rest in the sink, setting the now-empty glass on the counter before sending him a very familiar look of disdain.

“You’re honest to god disgusting.”

“Okay, listen…” He took a deep breath as he chose the right words, seeing his efforts to get on your good side going down the drain. “I know that you hate me given our history, but–”

“Whatever you’re gonna say – don’t,” you stated, pushing him aside as you left the kitchen.

Rafe watched with mouth agape, brows furrowing and hands closing to fists as you pushed him aside and left the kitchen.

“You know what? Fucking fine!” he snapped at your back as he controlled himself not to go after you. “Be a bitch about it If you want, why do I care!”

Fuck you for being such a stuck-up and disrespectful bitch. No piece of ass was worth the way you backtalked. Screw apologizing, and screw you. You should be thankful he even looked at you in any way that wasn’t revulsion.

With a frustrated slap against the countertop and a growing need to punch someone, Rafe left the kitchen after you, set on making you regret your attitude by the end of the night.

«»«»«»«»«»

“Hey, bro, you all right?” Topper asked from his seat next to Rafe.

“Yeah, why?” the blond answered as he took a drag of the cigarette in between his fingers.

The party was still ongoing, with people dancing and getting drunker by the hour, including Rafe. His temper had subsided somewhat after another beer and some lines of coke, but the cogs in his brain were still turning as he concocted a plan that would make you swallow your words (and something else, if he was lucky).

He still hadn’t been able to stop himself from staring at you, but drinking was helping him not give a shit about it. He could look at whatever and whomever he pleased, and it was no one’s business – including yours. If you didn’t like it, you were more than welcome to leave his vicinity.

Rafe knew you knew he was watching you. You glanced at him from time to time, never giving him the satisfaction of seeing you squirm under his gaze. That was making his temper rise but, more than that, was seeing you sitting by the pool with some guy chatting you up (with his hand dangerously close to your thigh, he couldn’t help but note with a tick of his jaw).

“Just noticed you’ve been… distracted all night.”

“And? That a problem?”

“Not at all…” Topper answered nonchalantly, pausing for a moment before adding, “Venus looks pretty hot, doesn’t she?”

That made Rafe break his intense stare on you to focus on Topper, the other blond raising his hands at the confrontation in his eyes.

“Wow, man, easy,” he chuckled. “Can’t blame you for staring at her all night.”

“I haven’t been staring at her all night.”

“Sure, you haven’t.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rafe asked, starting to get particularly annoyed by the tone in his friend’s voice. “Just say whatever you wanna say, Topper.”

“Chill, bro, just noticed you seem pretty interested in her, that’s all,” he explained with a nod in your direction. “You guys made amends or something?”

“Nah, she still hates my guts and she’s still a major bitch.”

“Well, can’t blame her…”

“You’re one to talk, Top. As far as I remember, you were there too.”

“Yeah, but I’ve actually apologized for it like ages ago. She has been pretty friendly lately, that’s why I asked. Plus,” Topper paused to take a sip of his drink, “she has been staring at you a lot too.”

Rafe had nothing to say to that, just grunting in acknowledgment as he finished his beer in one swift gulp before standing up and stretching his arms above his head, sighing as his joints popped.

“Gonna take a leak, be right back.”

This time, he didn’t go back to his friends. No, he wanted to look at you closer, make sure you knew he wasn’t one to be played with. You weren’t kids anymore, but he could still make your life hell if he felt like it. If you wanted to be a bitch, then he would be a bitch back.

And that’s why he sat right beside you by the pool, so close he noticed you flinching when he sat down and his hip bumped yours, his foot also lightly touching yours as he submerged his legs in the heated pool water. You gave him no reaction besides that, your tone of voice unchanged as you kept talking and laughing as if he wasn’t even there.

“I actually don’t have the game, but I love watching playthroughs on Youtube,” he heard you say in an enthusiastic tone. “Would love to play it someday though, I have the books and they’re pretty great.”

Rafe leaned back on his hand and watched you both, a new cigarette in between his lips, chuckling as he noticed the little shimmy you did as you tried to move as far away from him as you could without sitting on the other guy’s lap.

“No way you haven’t played them!” the dude exclaimed, leaning closer to you. “I have them all on PS5. You know what, why don’t you come by my house someday, we can play together.”

“I would–”

Rafe snorted, followed by a laugh as you stopped whatever you were going to say. He tried to just sit there and breathe down your neck. He really did. But he couldn’t stand listening to that fucking guy anymore.

“Of for fuck’s sake, dude, will you shut the fuck up with that nerdy shit?”

He watched as both you and your friend finally shut up, the easy smile on your face being replaced by a scowl as you turned to him, mouth open to no doubt tell him to go fuck himself.

“Rafe, c’mon man, what’s your problem?”

Ryan. Or was it Brian? Rafe didn’t care what the dude’s name was, but he was pretty close to just giving it a go and trying to drown the guy for even daring to talk back at him. His dad was some distinguished surgeon or some shit, so Rafe knew that if he got into a fight with him consequences would inevitably come in the form of Ward, but honestly? He couldn’t care less right now.

“Me?” he asked in mock surprise, pointing at himself with a scoff before throwing his arm over your shoulders and pulling you against his side. “Oh, I got no problem. But I would really appreciate it if you would just fuck off so I could talk with my girl here. You know, I’m afraid you wouldn’t be able to fuck her right anyway. She’s, well, she’s not a small girl and I don’t see a lot of muscle on you so–”

Your elbow hitting his side was enough for him to let you go with a huff. Rafe just stared as you stood up in a hurry, the eyes of the people that had noticed the altercation following you as you stormed off.

He watched you go, content with himself, eyes darkening as he focused on the other guy again.

“Lucky for you,” he started, threat clear in his voice as he stood up, “I got more important shit to do right now.”

With that, he stormed off after you.

He found you by the front lawn, where you now stood in a pair of shorts and a fine jacket, your phone in hand as you no doubt called someone to come get you. Rafe didn’t even hesitate before snatching the phone from your hand, putting it against his own ear as the familiar voice of John B called your name.

“Yeah, sorry, she’s busy right now,” he said, not waiting to hear the response as he disconnected the call.

“Hey, are you fucking insane?” you exclaimed as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“Nah, just drunk,” Rafe laughed as he held the phone above his head and out of your reach, watching you jump and press yourself against him in your sad attempts at getting the device back.

“Yeah, I can see that,” you said with a swat at his chest before taking a step back and extending him your hand. “Give me back my phone, you asshole!”

“What’s in it for me?” he dared with a smirk.

“Not getting kicked in the dick, for starters,” you replied, still demanding your phone. “Also, can you tell me why the fuck did you act like a complete idiot back there? First, you insult me, then you keep staring at me like some perv, and now you just tried to… what, exactly? Embarrass me in front of everyone by causing a scene?”

“You should thank me, that dude had bad intentions.”

“Oh yeah, ‘cause your intentions towards me are so pure.”

He paused.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not some naïve little girl, Rafe. What, think I wouldn’t know why you’ve been staring at me like I’m the last cookie in the jar?”

“Okay, listen, whatever you think you saw–”

“What, embarrassed to admit you wanna fuck the fat girl?”

“Be careful, Venus,” he warned, eyes slanting as he took a step towards you. “Sometimes words backfire.”

“Oh, so you don’t want to fuck me?”

“I don’t know. Do you want me to?”

You did nothing but stare into each other’s eyes for what to Rafe felt like an eternity. He could see the fire in your gaze, feel the desire burning inside him as his dick hardened under his shorts at the sight of your chest right in his face and your lips so close to his. All he had to do was to grab you by the back of your neck and press his lips against yours. Just a simple move and he would know what your lips tasted like.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me even if I let you,” you broke the spell, fingers touching his chest as you pushed him away, challenge in your eyes.

A moment passed. Then Rafe smirked.

“Bet.”

You shrieked as he picked you up and over his shoulder, and he huffed out a laugh as you screamed his name and thrashed against his hold. Sure, you were heavier than any other girl he had done this to, but you were nothing he couldn’t handle. With a slap to your ass and a hand on your shorts to stabilize you, he returned inside the house like a man who had just hunted down the big prize.

He ignored your screams of his name and your fists against his back, barely noticing everyone’s eyes on him as he took the stairs one by one.

He opened an unlocked door, commanding the half-naked couple in there to leave before throwing you on the bed without ceremony.

“Oh, I’m gonna make you regret this!” you shouted as he locked the door. “You can bet I’m gonna spit on every single one of your drinks from now–”

He shut you up by cradling your face and pulling you up into a deep kiss, tongue swiftly passing by your parted lips as you weakly tried to push him off. A bite on his tongue made him grunt and pull away, only to see you staring at him with wide eyes and a heaving chest, a small stain of his blood on your lips.

“I couldn’t care less if you spit in my drinks,” he said as his thumb grazed your lip to collect his blood before pushing it in against your tongue. “Now be a good girl and suck on it.”

He couldn’t say he was surprised when you bit him instead, pushing him away as you crawled further to the other side of the bed, a look of unease and want mixing in your heated gaze.

That look was enough for him to decide how this night was going to go.

“Touch me again and I’ll bite your dick off.”

“Do you imagine my dick in your mouth that often?”

“Ugh, you’re such a pig!”

Rafe took off his shirt in one swift move, throwing it somewhere in the room before getting on his hands and knees on the mattress, eyes never leaving yours as he crawled closer.

“I can be worse if you let me.”

“Rafe–”

“What?” he asked as he successfully trapped you under his frame, lips brushing against your neck as he whispered in your ear. “Is the big bad girl scared?”

One of his hands found its way to one of your tits, palming the soft mound over your bikini. His dick jolted as you let out a soft moan, and he laughed at how well everything was going. He never thought of you as the kind of girl that would just lay there while he, Rafe Cameron of all people, touched you like this. If he knew this, he would’ve had his way with you years ago.

Years ago. He almost wanted to hit himself from how stupid younger Rafe had been.

He took your mouth in his, smiling into the kiss as you kissed him back, hands on his shoulders pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. Rafe took that opportunity to get himself comfortable in between your thighs, moaning as his erection grazed against your core.

He had to get you naked.

“No, Rafe, we can’t… we should stop,” you mumbled against his lips.

But the blond didn’t stop kissing you, going from your lips to sucking at the skin of your neck as his hand wandered past the waistline of your shorts. You smelled so fucking good, and your skin was so damn soft he wanted nothing more than press himself against you as he fucked you hard and deep.

“Give me a good reason to,” he drawled in your ear as his fingers found your hot core.

You gasped as he pressed against you, and he couldn’t help but notice how your nails gripped his shoulders and your back arched at his ministrations. He rolled his hips against yours, smiling at your sudden lack of words. You wanted this as much as he did, no point in hiding that from him now. Not when he could feel how wet you were under the fabric of your bikini, not when your thighs shook, and your chest heaved like you couldn’t wait to have him inside you.

In one swift move, he sat back with his legs folded under him, pulling you with him in the process. You gasped as he sat you in his lap, legs on either side of his hips.

Whatever you were about to say got lost when he kissed you with the ferocity of a man that wasn’t about to let anything stop him from getting what he wanted. Even if that someone was you. He was going to fuck you tonight; of that he was sure.

“Be a good girl for me and relax,” he said as he slid the straps of your bikini down your shoulders, finally exposing your breasts.

Rafe nearly groaned as he finally got sight of them, big and soft and warm under his palm. He wasted no time in popping a nipple into his mouth, moaning as the bud hardened under his tongue. You yelped and put your arms around his head, caging him against your chest as you arched it against his face.

Good, he thought with a nib to your flesh, I could suck on these for days.

The hand that wasn’t busy kneading your other breast curled around your waist, keeping you close to his body as you swayed in his hold, your soft moans filling his ears.

“Do you have any idea of what you’ve been doing to me?” he asked as he grazed his lips and tongue over both of your tits, hands going down your body to palm your ass over your shorts. “You’ve been driving me fucking insane...”

You didn’t bother acknowledging his words besides a soft hum. He glanced up at you, biting his lip at the sight of your heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips. Everything in you was screaming at him to take you, fuck you so hard everyone in this house would hear you scream his name, pump you so full of his cum that you would have to leave this room with it dripping down your thighs like the whore you were. His whore.

After tonight, you belonged to Rafe Cameron, whether you wanted it or not.

You yelped in surprise as he pushed you back on the mattress, staring at him like you had just woken up from a dream. Rafe admired your tits bounce for a moment before focusing on unzipping your shorts, pulling them down your legs with no hesitation before hooking his fingers on the elastic of your bottoms and giving it the same treatment.

He licked his lips at the sight of your pussy waiting for him in between your plush thighs, gaze darkening as he noticed how you were already glistening with arousal. His gaze went up and down your naked body several times, drinking in your curves and rolls, beyond turned on by the vision that was you naked and blushing under him.

“Soaking wet for me, aren’t you?”

He touched your clit then, smirking at the gasp you let out as his fingers went up and down your slit before pushing two digits inside. He groaned at the feeling of you clenching around him. You were so wet he had no doubt he would be able to sink fully into you in one swift thrust.

With that in mind, he pushed away to get himself undressed, sighing in relief as his hard cock broke free from the confinements of his underwear. He was quick on going back to his place on top of you, spreading your legs open as he lined up with your core.

He was pressed against you – the tip of his cock wet with your arousal and lips on the curve of your neck as he readied himself to take you – when you slapped his shoulder hard enough to break him out of his lusty state.

“What?” he asked, starting to get annoyed by your constant interruption. “You’re regretting it now?”

“No,” you said before surprising him by pushing him onto the mattress and straddling his hips. “I just like to be on top.”

When you sank down onto him, your velvety walls squeezing his dick, he could swear he saw stars. Rafe gripped your hips as you started bouncing up and down his length, eyes locked on yours as he forced you down on him in sync with your movements.

“How many times have you touched yourself while thinking of me?” he asked, smirking at the look you sent him.

“I could ask you the same–”

You moaned as he slapped your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh only making you clench tighter around him. He was living the dream, buried deep inside you as your tits bounced in his face, your fucked up expression making something akin to male pride swell in his chest. You were enjoying having his dick inside you as much as he was.

His hands roamed your body as you fucked him, head thrown back in continuous moans and body shivering in pleasure as he started rubbing circles on your clit.

“Oh my god, don’t stop,” you moaned as you leaned over to support yourself on his chest.

Your moans and whimpers were like music to his ears, and he quickly realized he wouldn’t get tired of fucking you so soon; not when you looked and sounded like that while dripping down his cock.

He wanted more.

In one swift movement, he turned your body around, pushing you back on the mattress before grabbing your legs by the back of your knees and folding you in half. This was how he wanted you; on your back with your legs spread and ready to get fucked senseless.

“Oh fuck!” you moaned with a high-pitched scream as he sank back into you, filling you up to the brim.

The sound of his hips hitting the back of your thighs filled the room, mixing with your moans and whimpers as he fucked you at a ruthless pace, forcing your body up the mattress with every hard thrust. Your eyes were closed, and your head was thrown back, giving him full access to your neck as he lapped and nibbed all over your pulse and collarbone, enjoying your scent mixed with his.

“You take my dick so well,” he whispered in your ear, his words followed by a deep thrust that made you yelp his name. “Yeah, just like that, scream my name. Let everyone know who’s fucking you this good.”

He could feel your pussy clench around him like a vice at his words, sucking him in like you didn’t want to let him go.

“R-Rafe, don’t stop please, I’m so close.”

He obeyed your request, dying to see you unravel beneath him. Rafe didn’t stop fucking you even as you came, your legs shaking and pussy fluttering around him as you let out a muffled sob. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He wanted to make you come like that again.

You moaned when he pulled out, eyes opening to glance at him with a question on your lips before he surprised you by twisting your hips to the side.

“Get on all fours,” he ordered. “Ass up.”

“You’re way too bossy for your own good,” you mumbled, abiding by his order all the same.

He chuckled at your words with a loud slap to your ass, grabbing his glistening erection before pushing again inside your dripping folds. You both moaned in unison as he entered you, hands keeping your hips in place as he settled on a rhythm.

Fucking you in this position – ass jiggling as he filled you up and hand gripping your hair, completely at his mercy – made him almost slap himself from how stupid he had been in the past. He wasted all this time looking down on you only to now wish he had been fucking you from day one.

“I should’ve fucked you back in high school,” he growled in your ear as he pressed his chest to your back.

“Like I would’ve let you.”

“You’re letting me fuck you now, aren’t you? On all fours, taking my dick like the good little slut that you are.”

“Oh, shut up asshole. Just come already.”

Rafe chuckled at that, grabbing your chin and turning your face to him before giving you a rough kiss, teeth clashing and pulling at your lip before he promised you, “Keep talking like that and I might just put that smart mouth to good use.”

You laughed then, a moan quickly wiping the smirk off your face as Rafe started touching your clit again, fingers expertly touching you just as he figured out you liked it.

“Come around my cock one more time, baby,” he purred as he sped up his thrusts, his movements shallower as he felt himself near the edge. “Come around me before I stuff you full of my cum.”

“Come inside me and you’re dead.”

Rafe laughed, not at all threatened by your words. Nothing was stopping him from coming inside you, consequences be dammed. You would leave this room with something to remember him by.

He came undone as you orgasmed a second time, firmly holding you by the hips as he came inside you as deep as he could, set on riding both your orgasms for as long as he could.

You both lay on the bed when he was done, a mess of tangled and sweaty limbs as Rafe refused to pull out and drag himself away from you.

“Can you get off of me?” you mumbled after a moment of nothing but panting.

Rafe took a deep breath, not saying anything as he savored your body pressed comfortably against his, soft skin warm and damp like his own. He wanted to prolong the moment, knowing damn well that you would go back to despise him as soon as he pulled out of you. He didn’t want to admit it, but he would rather not go back to how things were, no matter how entertaining the beef you had going on was.

“Rafe…”

He sighed and pulled out without a word, sitting back against the headboard as he watched you stand up and start looking around for your clothes, giving him a nice view of your ass as you leaned over to grab your discarded bikini and shorts.

That familiar tension sat between you in the heavy air as you got dressed without any words shared between you. In the meanwhile, Rafe couldn’t take his eyes off of you, waiting for your next move.

No way he would let you leave as if nothing had happened.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” he asked after he was fully dressed, watching as you texted someone on your phone.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because this was not supposed to happen,” you said with a shrug. “And it’s definitely not happening again.”

He held your gaze for a moment, taking a step in your direction as you made a move to leave.

“Oh yeah?” he said as he tilted your chin up. “Says who?”

“I do,” you said, batting his hand away before walking past him and opening the door. “Goodbye, Rafe.”

Rafe wasn’t an inflexible man; if you wanted to leave, he would let you. But if there was something he was, was stubborn. For tonight he would leave you be, but he couldn’t promise that tomorrow – or every day after that – would be met with the same leniency.

You would be his, and that wasn’t up for discussion.

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Part 2 ->

[whoisneo404]

(Here is some prompts i came up with )

Nicks boyfriend meeting his parents for the first time

Nicks boyfriend trying to teach him how to drive

Nick and reader shower together

Nick and reader slow dancing together in the kitchen or his bedroom

Nick is meeting the readers parents for the first time and he is nervous

Falling again.

Summary: moments in which Nick realized he loves you more and more everyday you spend together.

Tw: cursing.

Note: for the last scenario I HAD to make the dad latino, Idk why, I just had to (I’m latino btw)

1: Meetings

‘’I swear they will be nice.’’ Nick grabs my hand as we walk to the restaurant.

‘’I know, they sound so kind and supportive. But I’m just nervous, what is I say something weird? What if they don’t like me?’’

‘’Don’t say that, they already love you. I talk about you non stop to them, they already love you, trust me.’’ His thumb caresses my hand and I let out a sigh.

‘’All right, I got this. It will be fine.’’ I take a deep breathe and open the door of the nice restaurant Nick choose. We approach the table where his parents were already sitting and I smile at them widely. ‘’Hello, it’s so nice to finally meet you.’’ Nicks mom stands up and gives me a tiny hug, I shake my father in laws hand. As I sit next to Nick, I try to get myself together.

‘’We are so excited to meet you; you won’t believe the incredible things Nick says about you. I’m so happy that my boy found someone as sweet and loving as you.’’ His mom’s voice is sweet, it makes me feel less anxious.

‘’The pleasure is mine, truly.’’

‘’How did you and Nick meet?’’ His dad asks.

‘’Well, it’s a funny story actually.’’ Nick says. ‘’I think you should tell it.’’ He looks at me lovingly.

‘’Well, I was buying coffee one morning and as I was leaving the shop someone who passed by me running blew the cup out of my hands and it landed directly on my new sweater.’’ Nick shrugs his shoulders and points at himself. ‘’So, he comes back, sweaty and out of hair. He introduces himself and tells me that he’s sorry, and that he wants to buy me a new coffee. And I said fine, so we talked about whatever, and then I remembered I had a job interview, but my sweater and shirt was all drenched in brown, so we changed shirts and he gave me his jacket. And he asked for my number so we can give back our things.’’ I smile while telling the story, it’s one of my favorite moments together. ‘’And we did, I had my clean sweater and shirt back, and the rest is history.’’

‘’Awww, that’s so sweet.’’ Nicks mom puts a hand to her chest. ‘’Nick, he’s such a sweet guy.’’

‘’Yeah, he is.’’ He smiles at her.

‘’I guess I am. Have you already seen the menu? There’s a lot of options to choose from.’’ I smile at them.

‘’Oh no, we haven’t seen it.’’ Nicks dad says. And as they start to eye the menu and talk to each other, Nick leans into my hear.

‘’I love you so much. I really do.’’ He whispers.

‘’I love you more.’’ I whisper back.

2: Patience  

‘’No, that’s the brakes.’’ I point at his feet and he lets out a groan.

‘’They look the same.’’

‘’Of course, they look the same, they are both pedals. What do you expect?’’

‘’I don’t know, this is so frustrating.’’

‘’I know, I know. It’s fine, we just have to be patient. Now, drive.’’ Nicks foot slams down on the accelerator and then puts it up fast, making the car go forward at full speed just a few centimeters. ‘’SLOWLY, drive slowly.’’

‘’Yeah, I can do that.’’ Nicks tense hands wrap around the steering wheel and his foot goes down the pedal slowly, more moderated.

‘’See, better now.’’ I cheer him up. ‘’Now, lets turn to the right.’’ As Nick tries to turn right, we end up in the top of the sidewalk, with a trashcan on the floor.

‘’I give up.’’ Nick says crossing his arms.

‘’Me too.’’ I look at his disappointed face. ‘’But it’s all right, not everyone is built for this, is a hard think to learn and do, I’m so proud of you for trying.’’ I rub his shoulder and kiss his cheek. ‘’Plus, I love the fact that you can drive, it makes us spend more time together.’’ I see his tiny frown turn into a smile.

‘’Yeah, I like that too.’’ He looks at me and gives me a kiss on the lips. ‘’I think we should switch sits so we can go back to my house.’’

‘’Yeah, we also have to pick up that trashcan.’’

I hear him laugh. ‘’You are right. Thank you for trying. I love you.’’ Nicks hand is on my cheek.

‘’I love you more, now get off the car before someone calls the police.’’

3: Trust

‘’Hey, you sure you wanna do this?’’ He looks at me concerned, both of his hands on my cheeks making me look at him in the eye.

‘’Yes, I trust you. I wanna be closer to you, to feel like we can be intimate and vulnerable with each other. I really want to do this Nick, I’m sure.’’

‘’All right.’’ He kisses my forehead and let’s go of my face. He opens the door to his bathroom and the room is lithe with scented candles. ‘’I wanted to make it special. I’m sorry if it’s too corny.’’

‘’No, it’s perfect, I love it.’’ We walk inside and Nick closes the door behind him, walking near the shower he turns it on and regulates the water. He turns to me and gulps. ‘’I want you to take off my clothes.’’ I say trying too not be too shy. He nods, taking of my shirt slowly, he eyes my body, taking in every inch of it. I help him with his shirt, and soon enough we are both surrounded by the hot water of the shower. We don’t speak, there is no need for it. His hands clean my body and I clean his. The strong smell of his shampoo and soap rub into me. His arms hug me and with the help of the water, they keep me warm. This is all I wanted and more, all I needed and more.

When we finish with the shower, we help each other dry, he puts his pajamas on, I put his pajamas on.

‘’Thank you.’’ I whisper as he helps me dry my hair.

‘’It’s nothing, thank you.’’

‘’It was nice, it felt amazing. I love you, Nick.’’

‘’I love you more.’’ He kisses my cheek and his hands keep moving the towel on my head.

4: Only fools rush in

‘’Now, we put the cookies on the oven.’’

‘’All right, cookies on the oven. How long do we have to wait?’’ Nick asks as he opens the oven carefully.

‘’Like an hour I think.’’ I see him put the trail with cookies on the oven and close it off.

‘’An hour?’’ he scoffs. Grabbing his phone and skipping the song that was playing on the tiny speaker on top of the table.

‘’I like that song, don’t skip it.’’ I say smiling as I start to sing along. ‘’Wise men say, only fools rush in…’’ I sing as I twirl and dance alone. I hear the music going up a bit, I see Nick walk up to me, putting his hands around my waist, I wrap my arms around his neck.

‘’But I can’t help, falling in love with you.’’ He whispers into my ear as we move back and forward to the beat of the song.

 Shall I stay?

Would it be, would it be a sin?

If I can't help falling in love with you.

‘’Did you know that I’m in love with you?’’ Nicks chest vibrates as he speaks.

‘’Yes, I am aware. Do you know that I love you?’’

‘’I know. How much?’’

‘’More than you imagine.’’

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things, you know, are meant to be.

‘’We are like an old married couple, dancing in the kitchen, baking cookies. I love it.’’ I smile looking at him in the eyes.

‘’We are, we just aren’t old, or married. But we can fix the last part pretty soon.’’

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you.

5: Not the same

‘’Come on, breath in and out. It’s all right, my parents are… nice.’’

‘’Why did you hesitate?’’ Nick freaks out.

‘’Well, they are a bit over protective, but it’s normal. I have told them all the great thing about you, it will be fine.’’ I squeeze his hand as I open the door to my parent house.

‘’Hi mom, hi dad. how are you?’’ I hug my parents.

‘’All good, exited to finally meet your boyfriend.’’ My mom says.

‘’Yeah, we have to see who is dating mi hijito, plus, we have to see if he is bueno. Mira todos esos tatuajes, igualito a mi, se ve que es rudo el chico, me gusta.’’

‘’What? Sorry, what did he say?’’ Nick looks at me concerned.

‘’He said that you are covered in tattoos just like him, that you seem like a tough guy and he liked that.’’ Nick smiles.

‘’Oh… yeah, I am a tough guy.’’ He smiles at my dad.

‘’Eso mijo. Now, let’s go, tu pa preparo una parrillada riquisima, al gringo le va a encantar.’’ I laugh and nod to him, grabbing Nick by the hand and walking with him to the dinning table.

‘’My dad cooked barbecue, he says you will love it.’’

‘’Yeah, yeah. I will love it.’’ Nick smiles as he sits on the table next to me.

‘’See, it’s fine. Thank you for coming, I really wanted you to meet my parents.’’

‘’It’s nothing, thank you for inviting me. Means the world to me, I love you.’’

‘’I love you more.’’

[vrisrezis]

Comfort with atsv characters <3

Warnings?: reader is Latino/Latina, reader is a spider person, can you tell I wrote this at like 2 AM? (Spoilers for atsv). Is it obvious I don’t read the comics based off of hobie and pav? Also all the spiders are able to understand Spanish so 👍🏾 reader is hinted to be bisexual in Peter B’s (they also cannot have children), reader isn’t gendered but in Jessica’s they certainly are not a male,

Gwen is quiet, but you allow it. Miguel didn’t tell you much of what happened in Gwen’s dimension, but it clearly bothered her, whatever it was. It was just one of those very nights where she was bothered about her situation. She didn’t ever talk about it, rather she just sat in silence for awhile and then you’d make her some tea in hopes of easing any nerves or pain. She felt bad crashing at your place all the time like this, so much so she tried bothering hobie every once in awhile so that her staying at your home wasn’t as constant. You tried to remind her that this is what partners do, they look out for eachother when they need it the most. Staying at eachothers places when one of them is pretty much homeless is included in that.

Honestly though? Selfishly she enjoyed it. Maybe it was because she simply enjoyed your company, or because you were sweet enough to let her share a bed with you and she got to watch you sleep. She got to see all your features up close in your most peaceful moments. But of course, she missed her home. She missed her dad. She missed when things didn’t suck. She missed Peter too.

You’re both on the roof of your house. She’s thinking about things, deeply. She thinks about her life, her place in the world, She almost starts to cry, but she’s still holding back, holding back as much as she possibly can right now. It’s the first time you see her like this, and you feel relieved. You’re relieved because you know she’s been going through so much, but has been trying so hard to keep it inside.

“Mi amor, por favor, no reprimas tus sentimientos. Está bien llorar, somos tú y yo.” you say, putting your hand on her shoulder to comfort her. Not wanting to be too intimate in case she became uncomfortable in such a state. But you don’t have to worry as she grabs the hand on her shoulder and intertwines your fingers.

She finally allows her tears to flow. More then flow, they stream down like a ocean of tears. In the midst of it, she hugs you and you hug her back. Pulling her into your chest and she can’t help but feel safe in your arms.

“I’m so sorry.” she says in between sobs

“Don’t be. Te Amo. I will always be here for you, yknow? No need to hold back for me.”

Miles puts his head on your shoulder. He’s quiet, and unsure what he should say next. But you don’t say anything, and you decide he should be the one to speak first. He wraps his arms around your middle, and you change positions so his cheek is smushed on your chest now, your arms wrap around his waist. You could fall asleep like this, but you’re determined to stay up until miles tells you what’s on his mind. Even if you already know, he should let it out and talk about it. He always ends up telling you what’s bothering him, he’s practically an open book. At least in your mind, though you do suppose he is good at keeping secrets from others. Not the point though, you were there when it all transpired. You know what he’s upset about.

“How are we gonna get home?” miles finally asks, confirming your suspicions. He truly had no idea what he was doing, and what either of you were going to do. You’re both stuck in the wrong dimension with no way to get home. “How am I gonna save my dad?” he wonders aloud. You’re not sure yourself, you opt for one of your hands reaching for his back and rubbing his back in a circular motion as a means to comfort him.

“I don’t know.” you admit, but you continue before he could say anything, “but what I do know, is that you can do anything. Even the impossible. Eres el hombre más increíble que conozco. You’ll figure it out.”

miles shakily sighs, “I don’t know.” he says, so unsure of himself. “You don’t have to.” you say, “give yourself a moment. Recollect yourself. Cry if you need. Te protegeré.”

He truly doesn’t know how to thank you for everything you’ve done for him, continue to do for him. The support and love you’ve always given him, the advice you’ve given him, he knows there’s truly nobody quite like you.

There’s a moment of silence between you and hobie. While this wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence when the two of you just chilling out, this time felt very different. Instead of a rather calm and tired expression at this time of night he seemed so defeated, though that tiredness seemed more like exhaustion. And you come to the conclusion a canon event had to have happened for him to wear such a sad expression. It was only recently he had taken upon the role as spiderman in his dimension, or as everyone called him, spiderpunk. You know the whole spider thing is new to him, how stressful it can be to be on your own like this. You’ve been there too, and not that long ago. In your dimension you’ve only been a spider person for a couple months.

You stand up from your place on the couch, walking up to him. You want to feign surprise, not knowing what’s happening. But you know. And you know that he knows, as he always does. Spider people typically aren’t good at lying. “You know, dontcha.” he simple says, voice rather quiet for somebody like him. “Yeah.” you eventually say, “it happens to all of us.” you admit. “For Miguel it was his wife, his daughter. For Peter it was his uncle. For me it was my mother. This is just.. part of the course.” you say, as if it’s just something to shrug off. Hobie can’t help but feel sick to his stomach upon you doing that, cause it doesn’t feel like the you he knows. The you he knows wouldn’t stand for some… cycle, some faux destiny. It’s not like you to just give up and treat something like this as just… it.

But he’s too upset to press you about it, so he rests his forehead on your shoulder and no longer says any words. You wrap your arms around him in an embrace and he allows it. “I know you probably have a lot of questions.” you say, and he’s always taken aback at how you’re the only person he’s ever met that can read him like a book. Then again, spider people are not good liars.

“For now, what I’ll tell you is this.” you start, “you’re going to lose people. It’s going to happen if you continue this line of work. The hard lesson to learn about this job is that we can’t save everyone. At least, not alone.” you continue, “but together, we can.” you say, and upon these words he feels a bit more relieved that you hadn’t fallen down some algorithm. You haven’t given up nor are you falling in line with some dumbass rules Miguel has set up.

“I can’t exactly provide you the best advice.” you admit, “pero siempre estaré aquí apoyándote. Puedes contar con ello.” you say, and hobie smiles for the first time that day.

Pavitr has never been like this, but it’s to be expected. At least, in your mind.

He clutches you like a lifeline, and if it weren’t for your super amazing spider strength you think you’d be in a ton of pain right now with the way pav is holding onto you.

You’re not even the one that nearly died. Pav nearly lost his best friend, gayatri as well as her father who also seemed to mean a lot to him. You don’t know much about him and singhs relationship, but you know it’s rather complex. Pretty hard on Pav and his friendship with his daughter, assuming they have a romantic relationship or something along the line. But this very man seems to adore Spider-Man. So naturally, complicated. But didn’t change the fact he meant a lot to Pavitr. He almost lost him. He almost lost two important people in his life. And if he almost lost them, could he have lost you?

He tries to reason with himself, you’re strong and can handle yourself fine but what if…?

“¡Basta!” you say, and it’s the first time he’s ever heard you yell at him. Because of this it’s quick to snap him out of the daze he seemed to be in. He can’t help but let a few tears slip out. You put your hands on his cheeks, worry seeping through your eyes. “Odio cuando haces eso. No me va a pasar nada, cariño. Puedo protegerme así que no te atrevas a preocuparte por mí.”

You wipe away his tears with your thumbs. “Mi amor, we’re gonna be okay.”

Peter sighs, and from that moment you know somethings wrong. You’ve known this Peter in particular a long time, there’s something obviously weighing on him. It certainly helps you’ve gotten to know so many versions of him, so many peters and so many of them are horrible liars. He is no exception.

You can’t help but wonder if it’s MJ related, which tugs are your heartstrings a bit. But you understand him, he lost his love. His first love in fact, and he’s not willing to let her go. You understand. You remember your first love, Gwen. Just a pretty blonde in your science class, but you fell hard. And so did she. To her death, that is.

You sit next to him on the balcony, “wanna talk about it?” you offer, and he can’t help the sigh that escapes him. “I don’t know.” he admits, but as soon as he says that he feels himself leaning on you.

“Have you ever thought of becoming a parent?” he asks, and you can’t help but be surprised by his question.

Now it’s your turn to sigh. “Yeah, I suppose.” you shrug, “not that I’d be able to have one, but yeah.”

“Really?” he wonders, and you nod. “Both me and Gwen, at least in my dimension, were physically unable to have kids. The same went for me and my own Peter.” you shrug, “not that I was interested at the time though. It’s moreso a ‘what if I could’ situation.”

“I want a kid.” he admits.

“So did MJ, and she still wants a kid.”

You feel your heart sink for a moment, before deciding it was his time of need, not yours. You’re both far too old for shit like this. You’ll move on. Like you always do.

“I could give her what she wants.” he continues.

“But I don’t know if… I can? I guess?”

“What do you mean?” You inquire.

“It’s a lot of things. I mean, what if I’m a bad dad? What if I’m not there enough? And besides that point, even if I do go through with this, the kid would have to deal with having parents that aren’t even together.”

It takes a minute for you to process his words, especially the last part. “Wait… why wouldn’t you two be together?” he shrugs, “because she deserves better.” he says, but it doesn’t seem like the full truth. “And besides I wanna be with somebody else.”

He tries to be subtle with his next words, “they can’t have kids, so I think this is a next best option. At least, when I’m ready and they’re ready and we’ve been dating long enough where it wouldn’t be weird to ask.”

You can’t help but wonder if it’s you he’s talking about.

But for the time being, you ignore it and put an arm around his shoulder, “Pues deja de preocuparte. Serías un gran padre.”

he cracks a smile and thanks you.

Jessica is always well put together, it’s something you’ve always known about her. But there’s something off about her.

You think you know what’s up, but you know better than to think you know everything going on with Jess. She’s not exactly an open book, only is when she wants to be.

She kept a lot of her personal life away from you, as a means to protect you from that. Either that or she wanted her privacy, which you also understood.

It wasn’t uncommon for her to touch her stomach, admire it, the excitement of a new life was adorable in your eyes. But her relationship with her husband was something she never relayed to you, she never talked about him and if she ever did it was briefly. A part of you wondered if it was because she knew how you felt and wanted to spare you. A part of you hoped that was all it was, and that there was nothing else going on.

But you’d be wrong, as you often were.

She lets a few tears shed, and it’s the first time you’ve seen her cry.

“I don’t think I love him anymore.” she finally admits, and you have a feeling it’s the first time she’s admitted this to anyone, even herself.

“I don’t think I ever did.”

“I don’t even think I like men, period.”

And this puts you into a even bigger state of shock, woah.

“I think I just wanted a baby.” she continues, “and it didn’t matter who it was with as long as I got one.”

“I thought, it was because I loved him so much I wanted to start a family but…” she turns her head away from you, “I don’t think I ever felt a damn thing for him and I’m scared and I feel so guilty.”

All you can do is wrap a comforting arm around her,

“No pasa nada. Siempre estaré aquí Jessica, lo sabes. Podemos resolver las cosas juntos.”

she leans into you despite her mind telling her to pull away, don’t be soft, don’t give in.

But she does.

She gives in to her deepest desire.

She gives into you.

Miguel is never this clingy. Something is wrong, and you feel it. It’s not just his aura, it’s his body language. It’s the fact that his face is shoved into your stomach, desperate for you to not only not hear him at all, but not see him. You feel his sorrow, his shame, his guilt, his anguish. But most of all you feel his regret and his grief and you automatically know what’s wrong.

You run your fingers through his hair, something he normally hated but in times like these truly loved more than anything and it calmed him down so quickly. He still doesn’t know how you do it, honestly. You make him putty in his hands without even trying and honestly that terrified him. To be so weak, so soft, when it comes to you.

“Vamos, cariño.” you say, “let me see you.”

He’s not quick to comply, but he eventually does with enough head scratching. You sigh at how distraught he looks. You hate this, you really do. You hate seeing him upset, that one injury of yours could send him spiraling like this.

“No voy a morir tan fácilmente, sabes. Ten un poco de fe en mí, ¿quieres?”

“Lo sé.” he replies, shakily.

“I’m just scared of losing you too.”

You kiss the crown of his head, “I know. But trust me when I say a little injury is not going to kill me. I’ll be okay.” you try to reassure him.

He nods, but you have a feeling he doesn’t believe you.

Even after all these years, you don’t know how to help him.

[i-ship-everybody]

Leo Valdez x Male reader

You and Leo spend the morning in bed together. Warnings: grinding, underage

~

You huff and stretch as your boyfriend Leo presses his warm body to your back. It was mid August, and much too hot (even in the early morning) for him to be pressing himself against you like this.

Usually, you were always cold during the winter, which was one of the few occasions Leo’s fever-like body temperature came in handy. Other than times like that, you had to deal with your very touchy boyfriend draping his unbearably hot body onto you. Most days, especially during summer months, the heat of him against you made you angry and snappy.

But as you got to know and observe Leo more and more, as your relationship progressed, you’d kept your discomfort to yourself.

You saw how the rest of the 7 treated Leo, as if he was a helpful pet to be entertained. Sure they didn’t mean it, but you saw how being the seventh wheel affected him. You thought of how it must feel to only be conversed with when something needed fixing or to constantly be getting scolded for something that was simply your personality.

Leo made plenty of jokes, not all of them funny, and some at the worst moments. In the end it was just how Leo expressed himself. Humour and mischief was how the son of Hephaestus coped, the limp jokes and snide remarks truly the only way he could process and move pass his difficulties.

It frustrates you sometimes, how can it not? But you didn’t chastise him for it, it was purely how he was, how could you demand he change himself for anyone?

Besides, you were not the easiest to deal with, you were well aware that you carried a bitter attitude with you throughout the day. Leo often comparing you to a vicious cat. You knew you were too cold, too detached. You kept to yourself and that included your thoughts, feelings and problems. Yet Leo never faulted you for it, he had courted you despite your cold demeanour that seemed to only get colder the more you two got close. He had pursued you and your relationship even when you had simply stared at him with furrowed brows and a frown when he had first approached you.

It had been a couple weeks since Leo, Piper and Jason had returned from their quest to save Hera. By now most of the camp had been made aware of the plans to build a warship, which brought more attention to the new delinquent, son of Hephaestus. Leo Valdez, short, Latino, brunette and loud. From what you’ve heard he was the first child of the god of forgery and fire to have control over fire in decades. You hadn’t even met him yet, but gods believe that you heard him everywhere you went.

He was just that loud.

The first time he had approached him you, it had been when you were enjoying some kebab by the fire on a Friday night. The day had been full of swimming, archery and cleaning the bloody knees of the younger kids. Who, for some reason seemed attached to you despite your constant sour expression that had rested on your face so deeply and constantly that you now had permanent furrow lines in between your brows. Your siblings, nearly as grumpy as you, always laughed at the permanent sign of displeasure on your face.

It didn’t bother you, not like most things did. You find the lines amusing, a forever sign of your recurring frustration with people and life. Leo hated them, did his best to smooth them out. Late at night, side by side, with his rough thumbs on your brows is perhaps the only time you feel yourself relax.

That night as you stared at the fire he had suddenly come over and sat beside you. You were aware he was going to do it, you took pleasure in watching others, trying to guess their thoughts, emotions and next move. He had been watching you with a stupid expression on his face for days now, his mouth hanging open as he stared at you had been a slight cause of anger in you. Gapping mouthed people pissed you off, but most things did.

He twisted his fingers and bounced his leg beside you, you continued eating your kabab as you watch his face turn redder and his embarrassment grow.

How funny, you thought. Staring at him through the side of your eye, amusement rising as you watch this stranger try to gather the courage to say something. You couldn’t be bothered to give him the gift of starting a conversation or doing really anything to lessen the tension he was so obviously feeling.

Most people say that you’re a bad person, you guess that the fact that you don’t care might prove them right. At least you only took slight pleasure in uncomfortable social interaction, your sister, Clarisse went out of her way to antagonize people. You much preferred to stand silently and watch people dig themselves into a grave caused by their own decisions to be so easily affected by stumbles in human interactions. Human nature fascinates you, the study of the mind and its behaviour was one of the few things that caught your attention and made you feel more than numb blankness and detached anger.

None of your siblings were like you, they were all so animated, while you were almost devoid of all emotion but the ones strong enough to push to the surface. Hate, disgust, anger, shock, the occasional burst of happiness when the sun is particularly sunny and the birds more birdy. When you were terribly fond of the people you surrounded yourself with, but those moments were rare.

You definitely had your fathers unquenchable thirst for conflict, though you preferred a different path they the rest of the ares cabin. Preferred to watch as humans made their own conflict, as was human nature.

Your thoughts were rudely interrupted by Leo clearing his throat.

You pursed your lips slightly, the only sign of emotion you displayed. He had managed to twitch in silence for nearly five whole minutes. Impressive.

“Soo” Leo failed to start a conversation, “ the kebabs are good,huh?”

You stared at him for a second, enough to see him start to wonder if you were gonna answer him.

How could I make this more interesting…

“No, they’re inedible.”

His eyebrows raise. Leo’s eyes flicker to the spot where the kebab had left grease stains on the paper plate, then to the stick where you had done your best to bite even the smallest bits of meat off. Just as Leo’s eyes flicker to your eyes, then your mouth, to your chin, to the plate and then back towards your mouth you felt dread settle atop you.

Right where he was staring at your chin, you could now feel the crumbs of food you had somehow missed. Anger trickled into your veines as you resisted the urge to whip it away. You’d look even stupider if you did that, you settled to leave it there and act as if your face was spotless.

“Oh yeah, heard they used a new recipe” he stammered.

You nodded with impatience, hopeful to get this over with quickly.

“You know you look really familiar” he continued, seemingly refusing to get detoured.

“Do I?” Your eyebrows raised from where they had been furrowed. Maybe Leo might be interesting after all.

“Yeah, yeah!”

He was nodding, confidence coming back to him in small bursts.

“We take a class together dont we?” No, you didn’t.

“We have chemistry!”

Leo flashed you a slightly charming, deranged grin. That line had been so horribly bad that you needed a minute to process, while doing so you noticed the smears of oil he had on his face. His usual spring curls were sticking up and fluffed out on every side of his head. He had smudges of purple under his eyes and his pupils were blown wide with lack of sleep. He looked psychotic and dangerous, he carried a mad scientist type of energy. Some far away part of you realizes he’s attractive, maybe a little short, but cute.

You bite the insides of your cheeks to keep your lips from twitching. “There are no chemistry classes at camp half-blood.”

“Oh yeah, right. Why would they need it,anyways? With all the chemistry in between us?” You tilt your head at Leo, he was somehow charming.

“We have chemistry?”

“Yes, sir! Of course, can’t you feel it?” He’s excited now, his shoulders moving as he speaks, hair jumping with his voice.

“I must have missed it.” Where is he going with this?

“You have to be really not paying attention then! How can’t you feel the insane energy between us, I study mechanics and even I haven’t seen anything as strong as this.”

“And what it this strong thing?” Your intrigued, you try not to be but his every sentence has you only waiting for more. Leo draws his words out and speaks his sentences so quickly you never know what’s gonna come out next, he could say anything.

“The power of our attraction, the energy between us is so insanely powerful that it might throw the earth of its course, crashing into the sun if we weren’t careful.”

A slight huff of laughter forced itself past your lips, unwanted and certainly unwelcome. You couldn’t help it, his massive exaggerations and manner of speaking delighted you with its

absurdity.

Leo’s eyes shined and his mouth was stretched in a wide smile that looked almost painful, he had gotten you to show him more than unconcerned indifference.

You returned back to the land of the living as Leo made a whining sound, hands pushing the blanket away from you. Calloused fingers hell bent on being the only thing touching your body. Forcing you away from thoughts of the day you met.

Every morning he woke up desperate for attention, Leo would attach himself to you, follow you into the washrooms, drag his hands down your torso all the while trying to convince both of you that a day in bed would be better spent.

You were just waiting for the convincing to start.

Leo opened his mouth just as you sat up from your lying position, body overheating from the combination of Leo and the sleep warm sheets.

“Oh no, mi amor” he whined “stay with me.”

He pulled himself up to follow you, leaning hot chest onto back. “I know you don’t want to get up either, come on ,baby. Let’s stay in bed, there’s not much to do today, let me do you today.”

You huffed, turning towards him. After all these months you still had no idea what would come tumbling out of his mouth, what would come running out of his shop with forks for legs (that one experiment gone wrong he had done last month).

Leo’s hair was delectably mused, cheeks warm with sleep and eyes glazed as well. He was so gorgeous in the mornings you had to stop yourself from eating him.

You had been planing to go to the washroom, but Leo looked so gorgeous when he woke up that you contemplated on whether spending the day ravishing him or completing your duty’s would be better.

Why not both.

Leo grinned and threw his fist up in triumph when you crawled back into the bed. He soon grew silent, his breathing stopped as you continued crawling towards him. Gods, you loved flustering him. He looked the best with your thighs straddling his hips, hands gripping all he could reach.

You reach him and drag your hands up his body, pushing him down by the shoulders. Leo whines and grabs for you to come closer to him, you gently shrug his hands away.

“Shhh, patience Leo”

“Nono, no time for patience…”he mumbled, but never finished his train of thought as you had started to lavish kisses to his lovely, warm stomach.

You hummed and Leo’s hands started racking through your hair, tugging and massaging. You continued to drop kisses all over his torso, dragging your lips from spot to spot. Letting the wet inside of your mouth trail along his skin, leaving shiny lines on his skin.

You continued kissing for a few more minutes, finding your way up to his neck, then jaw and back down just as he had been turning his head to steal a kiss. You couldn’t help but laugh as he huffed at the rejection when you turned your attention back towards his neck. Leo started whining and moving his hips against you, but quit the whining as you bit gently on his collarbone. He shivered and stoped his movement.

You knew he was sensitive there, not because of sensual reasons, no. Leo had confessed to you one night that he had a fear of someone breaking his collarbones simply by applying enough pressure. It was an odd fear, one you liked to poke at. You thought it might be because his collarbones, like most of his bones, were so protruding that it bothered him.

You left a couple more kissed onto his check, sucked a hickey above his peck and then raised your head to look him in the eye.

He was flushed, Leo’s eyes were black and watching you sharply. His lips were wet from biting and licking them in his efforts to stay quiet. Leo’s pouty, red lips looked delicious to you, you raised into your elbows above him then leaned down to taste them.

You hum as you press your lips to his, his bottom lip in between yours, your top lip in between his. You push harder against Leo as he sucks on your lips.

You exchange a couple more kisses, always pulling back when he tries to open his mouth.

Leo’s arms have been gliding all along your body, leaving hot trails of delight along your skin. He stops them at your hips and grabs them hard, pulling you down onto him with a solide thud.

He mumbles happily, and you feel his hands start to grope your ass. It seemed to be his favourite pastime. Whenever he could, whenever you let him, he’d hug you from the front while letting his hands explore all along your back. Reaching up to grip your neck and pull at your hair, trailing his nails down your back, grabbing your hips so hard and pushing his thumbs into your hips bones, then finally sliding down and grabbing a nice handful of your ass. Sometimes he would grab you so hard and so suddenly that you felt a shriek rise in your throat. You held it in, if you didn’t you’d be forced to kill everyone in the vicinity that had heard it, your dear Leo included.

Leo continued to push and press at your ass, you keep giving his little pecks. Soon he grew frustrated with the lack of tongue and decided to push his hands into your pjs bottoms to get his hands on your bare skin.

You tensed as you felt him garb hard at you ass.

“Ouch, Leo”

He laughed, “Aww do I grab you too hard, baby?”

You huffed at his teasing tone, gods he pissed you off. It turned you on.

You grinded your body deeper into his, making sure to press your hips down onto where he was hard for you.

“Yeah, that’s more like it. Let me fuck you, please, kiss me, touch me. Anything, do anything to me, just do something.” Leo begged, teasing making him more impatient than he had woke up.

“Anything?”

Leo nodded viciously, you gave him a deep kiss. He opens his mouth as your tongue pushes against his lips, you drag your tongue across his bottom lip then glide it along his. Leo groans as you gently suck onto his tongue, he loved it when you did that.

As you two continued violently making out, his hands stayed on your ass and you slowly started to push your hips onto his. You adjusted the way you straddled him so that your ass was more planted on his dick than your own was. His hands move to your waist, where his hands settle hot and tight. Leo whines a couple words out in Spanish against your lips, most likely swears, as you start pushing your ass into his hips. You start up a steady rhythm, moving back and forth against him. Leo pants into your mouth, kissing skills gone once he starts receiving pleasure from some other end. Still you drop little chaste kisses onto his face and lips.

Your hips kept moving as your lips trail from his mouth to his check, over his nose, to his other cheek then finally return to his pouty mouth. Leo grips at your hips desperately, trying to pull you down harder and buck up I to you at the same time. You fasten your pace and move onto kissing under his ear. You focus on trying to suck the darkest hickey into that spot, as dark as you can get it. Just as he starts whining louder, a sign that he’s close, you latch onto his neck.

Leo’s whining and moaning out loud, moving and bucking under you. Legs, arms and just about everything twitching uncontrollably once he’s on the edge. You had your lips suctioned below his ear, sucking hard and ass moving hard against Leo’s hips.

Ever since you had started dating, his loudness and submissiveness had always been a place of shock for you. You have never met someone that had wanted to be taken control of, but also get their cock ridding at the same time. Truth be told, as loud as he was speaking level, you did not expect him to match it in the bedroom. Somehow he was even louder, your first real make out he had been making all these sounds, huffing and groaning into your mouth. You had thought it was simply because he was a virgin and he would soon grow out of it as he grew used to pleasure. But no, he even seemed to get louder the more experienced you two got.

It by no means bothered you, but Leo had had to built a hidden treehouse in the forest. When he had first told you about it, you had pictured a ratty old thing, with rotting wood. But no, this man had built the two of you a beautiful, cabin, with a somehow functional washroom. The treehouse, was one whole room, with exception of the washroom, you came up from the ladder into a cosy living room. Red and brown furniture and carpets decorated the floor. Further into the room, the bedroom was separated by a curtain, that pulled back to a queen size bed and two bedside tables with the washroom to the right of the room.

When Leo had shown you it, and explained that he was tired of your or his siblings interrupting you. You had took a minute to laugh, something he wouldn’t get used used to. Because, Leo was truly the horniest person you’ve ever met. Ever since you touched him for the first time he was desperate for you at all times after that. Only him would build a whole house just to run away and fuck in.

Leo spasmed under you, his arms gripping your arms, the bedding then alternating between them. He tossed and turned under you, face a delicious red. He was breathing heavily and his eyes looked truly desperate and glazed. He reached his hands in between your body’s, stoping your movements which drew a desperate cry from him. He grasped the band of his boxer shorts and pulled them down till his cock sprang free. Red and hard, Leo immediately put his hands on your back and pushed you back down. He let out the deepest groan, with his hands gripping the blanket and his eyes stuck to the wood roof when you started up again.

Your thighs were started to hurt and you remembered why you trained legs so much, so you could last long ridding your whiny little boyfriend.

Why you trained so hard, you didn’t know. Since, Leo usually didn’t last this long. Most people are unhappy when their boyfriend comes so quickly, but it only makes you proud. You enjoy making him come multiple times, till his face is as wet as his dick.

“Ah, ah ah ah- fuck, yeah, yeah, justo ahí, mi amor.” Leo panted, his breaths coming out in little moans that were rising in volume.

He was close.

You felt his bare dick twitch onto your ass, his hips were going wild. Buckling in every direction.

Finally, Leo went rigid, hands tight on your back, his whole body arched up into you. His face was contorted into a stiff, open-mouthed expression, and then you felt the warm spurt of his pleasure on your bottom. His back fell back into the bed with a sign, harsh breaths still forcing themselves out of his body.

You lifted your leg over him, shushed him when he let out a mewl and settled beside him. You propped yourself up on your elbow and brushed your free hand through his sweaty curls. His eyes were blinking up at you through long lashes.

“Good?”

“Yeah, so good” Leo smiled and the started laughing.

At first soft huffs of laughter, then his overbearing joy at being alive erupted from his chest through his mouth in loud burst of laughter. It was so happy, so bright and alive, so contagious that you couldn’t help it. You might have laughed a bit with him.

Thought you quickly smoothed a hand over your mouth in effort to stop the laughter and salvage your reputation. Leo caught the movement, his mind more familiar with your habits and quirks than you were, he laughed harder at the sight of your failed concealment.

He apparently found it so funny, that he lifted his hand to point at you. His finger. Right in your face.

The move was so ridiculous and childish that you laughed harder, truly deep laughs. You dropped yourself onto him, pushing his finger out of your face.

It continued on like that for a little bit, till it calmed down into deep breathing. Your face pressed onto his neck and your limbs intertwined like vital veins. Your connection together so crucial that your lives would end should it be severed.

Leo turned to you, shifting so he could look you in the eye. He was smiling, lips spread in a comical closed-lipped smile. You had enough control of your faculties that you did not smile back, simply stared back into his eyes with little to no expression.

He signed happily.

“I love when you do that.”

“Do what? Stare into your soul and frighten you deeply?” You pose, intrigued by where this was going, your eyebrows fury as always. How others viewed you always fascinated you.

“No no, it doesn’t scare me. I love it, you can just look at me and don’t feel like you need to put on something of act.. like some fake face, fake smile. So many people do that.”

You hummed, prompting him further.

“You can just look at me.”

“… and that’s nice sometimes, you don’t look at me to chastise me, or give me a disapproving look. You look at me just to look at me.” Leo finished, eyes searching for a response.

You didn’t answer for a bit, he didn’t exactly want a response. He just wanted what he’d said to by acknowledged, so you did that for him.

You brought up a shoulder, “Well, you are rather lovely to look at.”

A laugh ripped itself from Leo’s chest, he rose a hand to his warm cheek, ecstatic.

“Gods, I love you.”

“And, I you.”

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Jimin - Muse (2024)

3/5 ☆

I thought it'd get me several days to come back here with some thoughts on Muse, but it proved it's not necessary.

Who as title track makes complete sense. We're still into 90s nostalgia, but it's a recipe that works. Not just in kpop, but pop in general. Looking at the charts, it paints a pretty clear picture for the last couple of years. Add the zoomer idea of a what a Y2K aesthetic is like and we get the recipe for today's music and concept. Repeat, reuse, recycle. How fitting for postmodernism.

Who is a really catchy tune, with lyrics easy to remember and sing out loud. A tad more commercial-sounding than Like Crazy, but that's Muse overall anyway. The truth is, I have the song on loop (streamers can't come for me, lol). I think Jimin's style of singing and the melody itself are a good fit. Lyric wise, it's sort of basic, but this is pop music made for mass consumption. I don't mind it. It's also radio friendly and definitely has the potential for summer hit, but I'm 99% sure it won't turn into one. BH won't move a finger to send it to radio and it's another song that will fall victim to fandom mass streaming to chart high for one week. I've seen this all before.

It's also a shame to have this released when an artist is away, without being able to properly promote it. In my non-expert opinion, it could have been released as a single a few months later after Face and scratch the rest of Muse or keep it in the drafts.

As to the other songs, perhaps Rebirth (Intro) is the only other song on the album that has something to it, it stands out a bit more and it also bridges the two albums, despite the connection being sort of flimsy.

Having Sofia Carson on Slow Dance had brought nothing to the song. It could have been a full Jimin track all the way. Her style of singing does not stand out and I find it a failed pair because there's no contrast or voices complementing each other. Jimin can sing just like her. If a collab is really wanted/needed/necessary, then I'd wish for a pairing that also makes sense vocal-wise.

Be Mine is ok, but it sounds too much like that one TXT song and I simply can't get over past it. It's afro beat and latino influence which has been all the rage in the past few years, which Hybe has been pushing a lot. It explains the song.

SGMB and Closer Than This were previously released and I'm not covering them again.

I think it's difficult for me to not make comparisons to Face, considering both albums were produced around the same period, without much time left in between them. One is simply more cohesive and has a depth that showcases a first solo attempt, while the other one is clearly going a more commercial route with less of a personal signature.

Despite Muse being promoted as another conceptual album, I find that umbrella to be a bit forced given that the theme of finding love is really a generic one. Perhaps way too generic with not much individuality. Does it show Jimin's vocal range? Yes. Does it show him trying various genres? Yes. In this case, perhaps Muse is a bit similar to Golden in some aspects, with the difference that Jimin gets producing and writing credits in 5/6 songs. So his involvement is greater, but the scope of the album is in the same category as Golden, which is another production that had this LOVE as an overarching theme. But without much more to it that would make it stand out lyrically. The focus on both is genre diversity and vocal capability.

In short: I like Who (I also like Ace of Base songs and all those silly 90s pop songs, so my music taste is most likely considered bad, but I don't care). I think Muse overall is an amalgam of whatever is trendy at the moment, without being able to truly stand out and say more about Jimin, apart from his capabilities as idol/performer. Perhaps that was the point too.

P.S. My inbox has been closed for anonymous asks since I reblogged a few days ago my post about using lyrics as clues for personal life. It seems that it invited homophobia and I won't have that here.

I'm keeping it that way for now because I'm sure my personal "review" on Muse will either be seen as an invitation for people to either bash me for not thinking it's the album of the year or to be seen as an opportunity for others to talk shit about Jimin, Who and the album overall. I found that usually there is no middle ground with kpop stans/army/Jimin stans, etc.

[blindmagdalena]

Although he's not truly a Nazi the way Stormfront was, we do see many times throughout the show that Homelander is a bit of racist, especially towards Hispanics. I mean, he doesn't like it when he hears Ryan speaking Spanish, and all his interactions with Supersonic were so, uh, uncomfy, to say the least.

HOWEVER, Homelander is willing to overlook anything when he gets emotionally involved with someone. Like how he's always rambling on about supes being the superior race while at the same time lowkey worshipping Madelyn.

How do you think he will react to dating a Latina? I can see him being a major asshole at the beginning, complaining about her putting on Latin music while in the penthouse, and cooking "weird food". But slowly and almost unwillingly he gets dragged into the culture.

Like, her brothers and cousins adopt him and suddenly he's the guy who goes to parrillada every Sunday to hang out with his amigos, playing domino and watching freaking soccer. They nickname him "El Casas" and teach him how to speak Spanish but the type that's only spoken deep in the guetto and has grandmothers clutching their pearls.

He starts watching Soap Operas with his girlfriend ironically but then gets weirdly into them to the point that he's crying his eyes out every other episode. He also starts calling her mami/mamita and his mommy kink gets like ten times worse. Which is fine by her because she's been calling him papi rey (king daddy) in her mind since the moment she laid eyes on him.

Once they finally go public, Homelander is all but embraced by the Latino community and it makes his ratings go through the roof because America's Dad speaking perfect Spanish and dancing Salsa in his girlfriend's livestreams is the best representation they've ever gotten. His fanbase drastically changes ofc. Stormfront would be rolling on her grave, I just know it.

Forgive me if this is weird, I'm just a sad latina who's dying for representation in Homelander x reader stories.

GIRL YOU GOT ME INVESTED. i was pulling out the popcorn by the end of this!! tell me you’re gonna write this! it’s not weird at all, and there’s nothing wrong with wanting to see yourself represented. i’ve had this conversation a couple of times, and i can guarantee you’re not alone in wanting this: there’s an audience waiting!

i always tag @irenadel in these (which I hope she isn’t tired of lol) because her fic Pygmalion is the only one that i know of so far that leans into this, so you should definitely check it out if you haven’t already. i happen to have insider info that she’s working on the next chapter 👀

really and truly though, it sounds to me like you have the makings of a killer fic lined up in your mind. you clearly have a solid understanding of Homelander’s psychology, too. i really think you could do something awesome with this! it’s important that people tell these stories, and i’m not always the right person to do that.

i would 100% read the heck out of this. 🖤

[njararna]

i am as always thinking about voltron. because i have issues. but i really and truly cannot get over vld’s flanderisation of lance’s character, it actually aggravates me to no end!!!

in the franchise, lance has been established to be an ace-flyer, incredibly perceptive (specifically in dotu and vttd, the source material + the closest sequel!), impulsive, and cocky—but his cockiness had SUBSTANCE. he knew he was that good. to me vforce has one of the best lance characterisations in how they get him: he’s a great flier, he’s a dependable figure of authority, he’s snarky, he bites back, he has the right amount of silliness and pettiness dotu lance had. in vforce, everyone could get teased by the narrative! it wasn’t one or two characters taking the brunt (hi vld hunk and lance!).

but in vld, they practically cut out all those parts of lance, the flying, the perceptiveness, his confidence, and then give it to keith (whose original personality had been then given to shiro). they leave him with the cockiness, but there’s nothing to back it up. they orchestrate keith and lance’s rivalry to be one-sided and terribly unbalanced because keith IS better than lance in a lot of things. this was never the case before, they had strengths and weaknesses that the other complemented and would sometimes cause conflict (vttd is a great example of this!).

i think the reason why it bothers me so much, is because this is first time lance has been latino and not white (not counting golion’s isamu in this). the first time! and the moment he is, they take away his skills and his strengths, have him bullied by the narrative and made into a joke, never taken seriously, and dialed up his flirtatiousness to over 9000. the only time i can actually recall lance being flirtatious in the franchise was in ddp’s run, but even then it wasn’t nearly as prominent or excessive as vld lance’s nonstop flirting. he gets keith’s leftover lion, he gets a sword like keith, he’s allura’s second choice, he never really finds his place in the team.

the arc of feeling like a seventh wheel or insecurity wouldn’t bother me if he had history in the franchise of this, if his character wasn’t established the way it was, but he doesn’t! and its not like vld’s narrative does much to disprove lance’s insecurity—in fact it winds up doing the opposite most of the time. on the surface vld and dotu lance seem similar, but deeper down i feel like the writers just…lost the plot. it’s not that you can’t branch out in reboots or explore other pathways, but it’s just so blatant to me in how they’d taken so much from him and passed it off to other characters. where’s the love for the source material in that? where’s the respect? i don’t know, maybe i’m just going on and on, but it haunts me.

[fictionalnormalcy]

See I don't even know myself why I have such a problem with this. But everytime- everytime I see a post regarding the PJO show, my brain goes to this. I absolutely love how everyone was cast. Everyone matches their character, they emote the personalities well.

But when it comes to Walker as Percy, I'm like NO. I can't get myself to like him.

I have no problem with Luke being played by a brunette and no longer being a blonde. I ADORE Grover now being played by a southeast asian actor.

It's when I think about the fact that I no longer can see my fave character bearing his dark hair and sea-green eyes, the actor falls woefully short to me.

I know I'm just making excuses, plain fact being that I'm just not a fan of blondes. Much so to the point that when I'm reading a new book that I read a central character is a blonde, it's just an immediate turnoff. Even when I'm rereading books I used to love as a teen.

Then today, I was telling a friend of my plans to watch the PJO show after all, pointing out my offputting, and realizing something else.

I am one of those people, who likes to advocate that there needs to be more POC representation in media. And I mean, thinking of just PJO in itself, the only latino character I can name off the top of my head was Chris Rodriguez. Heroes of Olympus is where we get Leo, Reyna, and yes we had Hylla in SoM but Riordan wasn't going out of his way to describe Hylla as latina. I mean I thought Grover was black for a while until I actually saw the official art for him and being like, "He's been white this whole time?"

So when we got the announcement about how there was going to be a show, a second chance at PJO seeing a screen, then getting spoiled of those cast for characters, I was PUMPED.

And here's where I also admit: I was also too influenced by Tumblr. PJO and HP getting the treatment where we were seeing Percy and Harry drawn in darker skin tones. I was saying, oh hell yeah this is much better. Never forgetting seeing someone's post saying that Percy is canonically from the upper east side of New York, more latino territory, loving the headcanon of Percy being latino.

So when Percy's actor was revealed, showing the actor I recognized from The Adam Project who apparently is a blonde with blue eyes? Paired alongside a cast with more people of color? I guess, well I am judging on appearance. If they were truly going to go more inclusive, I wanted to see Percy as a POC too. Instead it felt like they backtracked even more. Where instead of a dark-haired, striking green-eyed hero that could even be mixed race, being blonde felt like reinforcing like hey this demigod is white.

There's also something I remember we bring up in fandom, as well as become aware about in non-Percy POV stories: the fact that Percy actually comes off as intimidating. He may think he comes across as a dummy, clueless, non-threatening. But we have our handful of moments where boy as he grows is meant to look intimidating.

Ejemplos being: Leo being yelled at by Percy reminded him of the hair-raising feeling when Jason summoned lightning. Annabeth being mortified when Percy was torturing Akhlys with her own tears and poison. So much so Percy didn't want to scare her like that again! Percy having that dream in TLO where he sees Rachel's painting of him where he has an ominous look on his face.

I'll admit, Walker does emit that air of confidence, he'll pull off the leader role, but I don't think the show will be able to enforce the Percy being scary that someone will be nervous around him.

poc

[chrisgotitall]

HI LOVE

Your work is so sweet, I’m clinging to those oneshots for dear life🤞🤞🤞

I’m OBSESSED with the concept of makeup artists reader. She’s young and smart, has a degree but formal work feels dreadful, so she does make up instead. She meets him while working on west side story, and everyone behind the scenes is always dancing and joyful, and she’s Latina too so she just can’t help but join!! (Yes I am projecting 😒😒) like Rachel and Ariana are dancing to songs in Spanish and reader shows them some songs in Portuguese cus she is Brazilian. She teaches them how to dance to it and Mike it’s just watching from afar pretending he isn’t staring, while all the guys he knew before from the newsies cast are teasing him and maybe even flirting with her to spite him into finally making a move 👀👀 Idk it’s just a concept that lives rents free in my head and I thought you would enjoy

Take care💋💋💋

Your mornings start so well since you chose to work as a makeup artist on movie sets. You wake up, really early of course, but knowing you're going to the most beautiful job there is. You enjoy it so much. You like makeup first of all, then you like talking to people, you like getting to know them while preparing them for their scenes. It's amazing.

The movie you're working for right now is a movie musical, it's called West Side Story and it is by far your favorite working experience. Especially for the people. Most of the cast members are fellow Southern Americans so the atmosphere on set is like home.

They're always dancing and singing even before getting on set, they start from the makeup trailer.

They put music on: bachata, cumbia, salsa and they start a dancing party while getting ready for their scenes. It's truly awesome.

And they get in everybody, even the Jets, every crew member and makeup girls like you. And you dance with them, oh yes, you dance a lot with them. Ariana and Rachel just get you in cause they know you got it in you. The latino blood just floods in moments like these and it's beautiful to see, it's so joyful.

One time, tho, you decided to show them some songs from your native place specifically, just to throw in some portuguese jams. They enjoyed it so much and the party way even fuller.

It started cause the Sharks were the first that had to get ready, so they put some music up and then you put your music up.

But then it was the Jets' turn. While they were sitting in their seats you noticed that one of the Jets made Mike sit in the chair that's actually your place. You were dancing but then realized it's time to get back to work so you reach your place.

"Good morning" he says, smiling.

"Good morning" you tell him, smiling as well, "Ok, let's see what you need today" you say reaching for the paper that tells you what kind of makeup he'll need for his scenes.

"Oh this is gonna be fun, you can actually help me today" you say putting out a little package with black tint in it.

"Glad to" he says.

"You can take a bit of this and just smear it all over your hands" you say pointing at the package, "But before you do that you're gonna have to take the shirt off"

He looks up at you, "The tank top too?"

"No, just the shirt is fine" you say feeling your cheeks flaring up. He takes his shirt off and you start dirtying his face with the black paint since he's gonna shoot the scene where the first fight between Sharks and Jets happens.

You touch up his concealer, just now realizing how close to his face you are but luckily you made him look up.

"Okay, I'm done" you say.

"Thank you" he says, smiling again.

The way he looks at you makes you literally weak in the knees so you have to focus on tidying up the makeup desk to not look at him.

In the afternoon, another "party" started again and obviously you got in. This time you weirdly felt a heavy gaze on you, you looked around and saw Mike staring at you. You looked away and smiled to yourself, continuing to dance.

He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and he didn't seem to want to take his eyes off of you.

"Can I dance with you?" Kyle says. You accept and you dance with him. Of course he's a really good dancer even if this kind of rhythm isn't really his style.

You notice he has his head turned towards Mike and you shake your head to yourself.

"What's going on?" you ask him.

He smiles, "Just getting my boy Mike to make a move" he admits.

"Oh my god..." you laugh.

He makes you twirl and you laugh even harder.

"It's my job as a friend" he pulls you closer.

"I'm sorry, can I take a turn at a dance?"

It's Mike, standing between you two with his hand reaching out to you. Kyle smiles and holds his hands up.

"Sure... all yours"

Mike takes Kyle's place and makes you dance.

You smile at him and show him how samba is supposed to be danced. He learns really fast and you dance it together.

"You're wonderful" he says out of thought.

You look at him, very startled.

"When you dance... you're wonderful when you dance" he corrects himself.

"Oh... right"

"You're pretty wonderful too" you say, not really referring to his dancing.

He sighs, "I like you... I really like you, not just your dancing"

You smile at him, "I like you too, Mike"

[gatheringbones]

[“Pressurized focus on forgiveness can be a very convenient way to reinscribe existing power structures. The employee should forgive the donor who sexually harassed her because that would be convenient for the people whose job it is to raise money. The adult child should forgive the sibling who abused them for the sake of keeping the peace over the holidays. The Latino scholar should forgive the white university trustees who publicly dragged out his tenure process because they didn’t like his research on for-profit immigration detention centers.

And this demand often comes in the form of a guilt trip—as though the perpetrator can’t possibly get free until the victim offers them blanket absolution. But we already know that this isn’t the case—the penitent must cross that bridge, must do the humbling, hard work of trying to make things right, and if they are willing to approach the victim enough times in a sincere enough way, they can be discharged of their obligation to continue doing so. None of this depends on the victim—that is to say, the penitent can free themselves of their obligations even if they are never forgiven.

And the withholding of forgiveness truly does have the potential to upend a status quo or two, especially in situations where there is reluctance to hold the perpetrator fully accountable for their actions. Over the course of 2014 and 2015, as the news media began to devote more coverage to the police killings of unarmed Black people, the white historian Sharrona Pearl was struck by how often, immediately following the death of a sibling, a spouse, a parent, or a child, reporters asked family members of the victim if they forgave their loved one’s killer. The question struck her as “grotesque,” so she decided to do some tracking. She created a database of 106 of the higher-profile police shootings that occurred from 2013 to 2016, and she found interviews of family members in 74 of those cases. In a whopping 25 percent of them, family members were asked if they forgave their beloved’s killer. And these questions were usually asked either immediately after the shooting, on the day that a grand jury chose not to indict the police officer responsible for the death, or immediately following another event that might prove very emotional for the family—times when they were in shock, grieving, taking in loss. And at that moment, the media put them on the spot.

In none of the cases that Pearl tracked did the killer apologize in direct and clear language to the family of the person whose life they took. The Black writer Chauncey DeVega, looking at this phenomenon, observed that questions like these were not asked of the families of those killed in mass shootings, like those at the Sandy Hook Elementary School and the movie theater in Aurora, Colorado, and they weren’t asked of the families of those killed in the Al Qaeda terrorist attacks on September 11, 2001. When the victims are primarily white, the question simply doesn’t come up. As DeVega put it, “Forgiveness for racist violence is a given, an unearned expectation of White America.”

Our white supremacist society has conditioned itself to demand this forgiveness because it depends on it in order to proceed as it always has. According to Pearl, the families of those killed by police are “asked to grant forgiveness to someone who has not asked for it but [are] really being asked to absolve the system—the institution of the police, and maybe the state as a whole—that produced the individual shooter.”

The request for forgiveness is, functionally, a request to not name an injustice as an injustice; it is a request that the families of victims not demand amends, recourse, or the kind of systemic change that might prevent the same kind of harm in the future.”]

rabbi danya ruttenberg, from on repentance and repair: making amends in an unapologetic world, 2022

[fluideli123]

Give me random facts about your hyperfixation (holding a (unloaded) gun to your head)

CACKLING! Now this is what guns should be used for!/j

But to answer your ask I once had an entire discussion with a friend of mine about Rouge being French-Hispanic coded!

We got to this conclusion by discussing how she shared a lot of similar characteristics of sexualization tropes within our respective cultures.

There is an article talking about the sexualization of Latinas within media, specifically within the US. The portion that helps me describe Rouge's sexualization under her pieces of media is the portion discussing the movie Hot Pursuit. The movie's comedy leans on a Caucasian and Spanish lead making fun of each other for their bodies. How the film describes and interacts with the Spanish lead reminds me of Rouge, her interactions with the rest of the Sonic cast, and how fandom portrays her.

Something that really jumps out at me is the microaggressions towards Rouge's character for her sex appeal and bossy, confident nature. In the article, there's a portion that states, "...Cooper's line, "I realize this may be difficult for someone like you"...further separates the two women. Cooper speaks to Daniella in a demeaning and judgemental tone. "Someone like you" implies that Daniella is not what Cooper represents and is in a societal class that is lesser than the one Cooper is in."

In Sonic X, there's a scene where a government woman sees Rouge as lower because of her previous actions, which, if memory serves me right, was her breaking into a government base to steal a gem? Her entire character revolves around being a sneaky thief with a half-covered bosom, which is seen as something lesser and something to be ashamed of.

Which brings me to the next part: Rouge has always been dressed and presented sexually. Her curves are accentuated, she has permanent make-up on, she wears heels, her eyes are lidded, and she usually wears some revealing clothes. Are all of these things bad? No! Of course not; it's just how Rouge is, and some pieces of media she's in do that portion of her personality justice, like in Sonic Prime! They didn't play saxophones every time she was on screen like on Sonic X, and she wasn't placed in the usual feminine poses to entice people in promotional art.

Also, she is a Honduran bat in my heart.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is that as someone who has grown up watching telenovelas, seeing my family reflect the sexualized versions of themselves on screen as they get older is reminiscent of what I see in Rouge's character. She is feminine, has bite and skill, and is a complex character that frequently gets simmered down to a good ole sassy woman by fandom AND within her canon media.

Plus, her Hispanic title also covers what kind of Hispanic character she is since she is black-coded, a topic that's been discussed for years. Hispanic people often overlap or are also within that same POC group, as seen in Encanto and plenty of other Latino-focused pieces of media.

But that's just the Hispanic portion; we still need to get to the French part! Not only is her name of French origin (Rouge means Red), but she also reflects the sexualization and flirtiness French women also exhibit in many types of media. I have not seen any articles since I haven't seen any in my recent searches, but! Watching US and French media, I've seen some examples that resonate with Rouge's character, too.

All women face sexualization in media, but with her name origins, mobian species, and her specific wardrobe and how she utilizes her body and shows passion towards gems and treasures, it truly just makes me believe that it's focused more on Hispanic-French sexualization.

Plus, I can headcanon whatever I want, and I get to choose the struggles and unique moments she experiences within those headcanons. I've dipped my toe into this concept with this series, but I still need to post my other WIPs. One is about her getting more in touch with her French side since she was raised much more heavily within her Hispanic culture. Another is about finding pride in her feminity and studying her character and her perception of her body and identity.

And no, I don't totally go all in with research and studying characters what do you mean/s/pos

Anyway, thank you for reading my long ass Rouge post and THANK YOU SO MUCH for sending an ask

It always gives me an opportunity to place my thoughts into a post more effectively so I utterly adore you *places a small smooch on your forehead*/wc