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honeycomx · 8 months

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Late Night Tip (3:15)

Stiles Stilinski x Black!reader

This story will contain… Cursing, Drugs, Drug Usage, and Smut. PROCEED WITH CAUTION 18+

a/n: Stiles is a bit of an asshole in this but kinda not, if you understand his reasoning. Idk, it’s up for you to decide. Plus this take place after season 3b and before season 4. And Listen to 3:15 by Russ.

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Stiles had a secret no one knew about, not even Scott. And that was you. Boy, did Stiles love him some you. Contrary to what many people believed, Stiles wasn’t virgin. Before he had first slept with Malia, he had his fun with you. You had that boy wrapped around your finger, and if it weren’t for you wanting to stay friends with benefits, he probably would’ve put a ring on your finger.

But now, Stiles was at point where he wanted to be in a relationship. He wanted someone he could claim as his other half and be by his side. It would’ve been you, but you made it clear you didn’t want that right now. But Malia did. In fact, things between the two were getting quite serious. Especially since a night ago while the two were having, protected sex, she blurted out that he was her boyfriend. Stiles wasn’t sure how to react, he told her he thought they needed to give it some time before they rushed into things considering they have only started hanging with each other two months ago. Despite what he said, He did want a relationship plus him and Malia had built a great rapport with each other.

That has led him to his current dilemma, Malia had decided to be home with her dad tonight, since he complained about her staying out too much and his father was currently sleeping after a hard day of work. It was 1:00 in the morning and Stiles was awake. He was seated in his gaming chair, headset halfway on, as his fingers constantly tapped against the keyboard. In the middle of his battle, his phone starting vibrating violently against his desktop. Pausing his game, he reached for his phone. His heart immediately started racing as he saw your name coming across the screen. He hadn’t heard from you in two weeks since your last encounter, that thought alone gave him shivers. He knew it was wrong, since he was considering him and Malia being together but his rationale was that he didn’t verbally agree to it yet. The angel on his shoulder told him to ignore it, it was better to leave it where it stayed. But the devil was tempting him like Eve and you were the apple. He sighed, shaking his head at his next move, he cleared his throat before pressing the green button.

“Hello?” He asked in the phone.

“Hi Mitchie! I missed you.” You answered gleefully, making his stomach flutter. In those two weeks of your absence, he definitely missed hearing your nickname for him.

“I missed you too baby girl.” He replied, making your stomach flutter now.

“Sorry, I kinda ditched you for a while. My cousins were staying with me and taking up all of my time.” You explained remorsefully, hoping he’d accept your reasoning.

“It’s fine. I was kinda caught up in some things too.” He responded coolly, making you sigh in relief.

“Are you busy right now?” You asked.

“For you, never.” He replied smoothly, making you giggle and kick your feet like a schoolgirl.

“Come over then. I’m home alone and could use some company.” You knew he would, every time you called he would answer and be there.

“I’ll be over in 15.”

“I’ll be waiting, Mitchie.” You stated seductively, before the line clicked.

Stiles sighed, feeling his groin twitch, he knew it was shameful for someone to get this kind of reaction out of him from just a few words, but with his clouded mind, he could care less. He was thinking with his other head. Stiles quietly ran to his bathroom to brush his teeth, he was grateful he took a shower not to long ago. He grabbed his cologne, spraying a few pumps before tucking his phone and keys into his pocket. He slowly creaked open his bedroom door, not wanting to disturb his father or alert him of his departure, before tip toeing down the hall then the stairs and out the front door, making sure to lock and close it softly behind him. He made his way to his prized baby blue Jeep, parked just across the street. He unlocked his door before getting in, cranking his loud car, hoping his father didn’t hear before peeling off in the direction of your home.

The trip to your house was quick, seeing as he could speed due to the empty road and it only being a 10 minute drive from his. He pulled into your empty driveway, signifying that no one was home. There were times where your father’s car would be parked there, but Stiles deduced that he might’ve been at work. Stiles cut his car off before shooting you a text letting you know he was outside. Stiles sat back in his seat, staring out in thought while waiting for your response.

His mind wondered between you and Malia. He didn’t like the thought of leaving you alone at all. He loved being around you, even if majority of the time it was during the night. It was the way he saw your eyes lit up every time you saw him, they way y’all naturally clicked, how y’all shared similar interests. It was like y’all were a perfect match, or that was what he felt like. But with Malia it was different, he knew they had different personalities and interests, it wasn’t bad though he was all for learning and teaching new things. He liked how possessive Malia was over him, something about that turned him on. He thought her nonchalant and some clueless words and actions were just adorable. He genuinely liked Malia as well. Plus, the Pack was familiar with Malia and knew they were messing around. He nervously thought about how they’d react if he randomly brought you around, especially Malia, despite you knowing him longer.

Suddenly a rapid knock came from the passenger window, making Stiles violently jump. He sighed in relief seeing your bubbly expression through the glass. He reached over to unlock the door.

“You scared the hello outta me.” He said, looking at you incredulously as you climbed inside his car. To which, you lightly laughed at, picturing his scared reaction once again. In the midst of you laughing, you failed to witness Stiles bite lip as his eyes roamed your thick curves and it’s attire. The baby blue satin pajama shorts you sported, were being consumed by full bottom. Your button up was opened at the top, giving Stiles a beautiful view of your inviting chest being secured by a black lace bra. You were going to be the death of him.

“Sorry Mitchie,” You state apologetically, oblivious to his intense staring. Your words snapped him out of his raunchy thoughts.

“I wanna try something with you.” You announced before digging in the pockets of your pajamas, fishing out a small baggy, fill with a green substance.

“What is that?” Stiles inquired, face scrunching as it’s pungent smell hit his nose.

“Weed, my cousin gave it to me.” You answered, holding up the baggy higher for him to see. He took the baggy from your hands, inspecting the crushed up substance closely,

“What do you wanna do with this?” He asked curiously. You gave Stiles a ‘really’ look.

“Obviously smoke it. I want you to do it with me.”

“I didn’t know you smoked.” He stated, shocked by the news.

“I don’t but I caught my cuz smoking and she let me hit it. She said it supposed to make you feel horny and it does. Afterwards, all I could think about was you,” You explained casually. Stiles couldn’t lie, his stomach did backflips when you said that, though he kept his composure.

“But I couldn’t do anything about it until they left but she gave me some to try with you and some papers to roll it in. She said it should be enough for one blunt.” You continued, now showing him the neatly folded, white rolling papers.

As much as Stiles’s curiosity was peaked, he was hesitant. The most he ever did was drink, he never did drugs before. Of course, as a high schooler, he had multiple chances to but ultimately never did, it just wasn’t his thing.

“You don’t have to try it if you don’t want to, I just thought I would ask.” You reassured, sensing his hesitation. You didn’t mind if he didn’t want to, the last thing you wanted him to feel was pressured. You, however, were still were going to though.

Stiles thought about his decision, weighting his options. He settled on dismissing his uncertainty, before declaring, “Fuck it, let’s roll up.”

You gave him a mischievous smile.

“Come on we’re going to my room.”

You both were sitting out on the small couch of your furnished bedroom patio with a throw blanket tossed over you both, while smoking the blunt. Your back laid comfortably on the pillow against the rail, with your feet resting on Stiles lap underneath the covers. Stiles scrolled the twitter, while absentmindedly rubbing your feet. It was your turn to hit, you slowly inhaled, holding it in before releasing with blow. Stiles had stopped halfway way through the blunt, which didn’t surprise you due it being his first time smoking. Surprisingly he didn’t cough on his first time, which was shocking. You were new to it too but he seemed to handle it better than you, though both of you were equally stoned. You placed the roach blunt in the empty cup, you and Stiles used to dump the ashes. You were out of your body, feeling everything yet nothing at the same time. Stiles felt similarly, the weed lived up to your standards, he was high and horny.

“I’m definitely buzzed. What bout you?” He asked putting his phone away, turning to face you, only to find you already staring at him intensely, your eyes low and red.

“Me too.” You retorted, pulling your perfectly pedicured feet from him.

“I feel it but I’m feeling other things as well.” You uttered, sitting up on your knees, pushing Stiles back into the couch before you straddled his lap. His sizable hands rested on your hips. You avoided kissing him, wanting to work him up first. You traced kisses lasciviously to his collarbone. Stiles lightly moaned and shivered, feeling your luscious lips against his neck. His hands made their way into your blue satin pajama bottoms, he groaned, feeling the absence of your underwear.

“You ready to go back inside?” He asked, clearly captivated by your actions, he was becoming hard as a rock. You pulled away from his neck, pecking him on his lips before nodding. You climbed from Stiles lap, standing, holding out your hand, which he graciously accepted. You pulled Stiles with you inside, toward your bed. You sat down on the plush comforter, with an insatiable looking Stiles standing over you, awaiting your next move. You tugged Stiles closer by the pull strings of his pajama pants, as the other unbuttoned your top the rest of the way. Your amorous gaze never left Stiles the entire time. You shrugged your top from your shoulders, letting in pool behind you, showcasing your see through bra. Stiles’s heart thudded heavily in his chest as he watched you, feeling all his blood rush below. You were satisfying his carnal desires, in the most teasing way and he couldn’t take it anymore. You let Stiles push you against the bed for you to lay back. You giggled at his eagerness before you were silenced by his lips meeting yours. You opened your legs, allowing him to nestle himself between your thighs as he hovered you. You gasped feeling his hard girth rest against your pussy. Stiles took that opportunity to sneakily slip his tongue in, effectively deepening your kiss. Your hands slipped up his arms to wrap yours around his neck, carting your fingers through the back of his hair. Stiles groaned, pulling away from your kiss, giving you both a chance to breathe. You both stared at each other with this wanting look. Both of you seemed to silently communicate, it wasn’t long before your soft plump lips met his soft bowed ones. This time, Stiles lifted up, you felt his fingers ghost your sides, causing you to quiver at his light touch. His hands found the front of your shorts, he began tugging your snuggle short down. You pulled away from the kiss, lifting your bottom to helping him remove them. You mouth gaped as you watched him descend to your leaking mound, which was still covered by your lace undies. He eyes found yours, making your heart thud faster. You whined as his tongue glided gently over you clothed clit, as he tossed the pajama bottoms from around your ankles. You wanted Stiles badly, He had your heart feeling like it was imploding. But the way you felt was more than just sexually you loved Stiles, and you wanted to tell him. You weren’t sure if it was your intoxicated mind but you felt the need to tell him before y’all went any further. Just as he was to part your legs open,

“Wait.” You exclaimed, gently pushing Stiles away from you. You set up from the bed, anxiously watching as Stiles’s half naked stand over, he casted you a concerned look.

“What wrong?” He questioned, clearly confused by your shut off, he tell you were anxious, your leg started jumping. You eyed him, little did he know you fighting a battle in your mind. Your previous thoughts of Stiles being just a fling had blossomed into something more. You were infatuated with him, you were internally praying that he felt the same.

Going against everything screaming fiber and nerve in your body, you spouted out, “Stiles I like you.” Your eyes meeting his. He saw as your eyes glimmered with hope.

Those four words, made Stiles’s mental crack. As much as he wanted to hear those words before, they also made him panic now. He struggled deeply to collect these three words, but ultimately he felt like it was for your own good.

“Y/N I can’t.” He stated, his head hanging in defeat, his eyes avoiding yours. He was feeling were more conflicted than before, he hadn’t thought you actually like him back. It was like his wish came true but right now, considering his circumstances, he couldn’t accept it, not right now.

That spark you had, dwelled instantly and was replaced with sadness and embarrassment. A ache in heart begin to form, you, now, thought you read the situation wrong. You forced your tears back, masking the hurt like a pro.

“Stiles I understand if you don’t feel the same way but I just couldn’t take it anymore.” You confessed, swallowing the large lump in your throat.

“You told me you only wanted to be friends Y/N.”He reasoned, looking at you with a remorseful expression. Unknowingly to him, his reaction added fuel to fire, that is the ache in your heart.

“I know but I tried. I tried to convince myself and I tried to remind you that I wanted to stay friends but I couldn’t help it. The more we started to see each other, the less we started being ‘beneficial’ and more like friends, I started to feel things I shouldn’t have,” You expressed, ignoring the painful burn behind your eyes.

“The last time we were with each other and you spent the night with me was the last time I was supposed to see you Stiles because I fucked up. I fell for you, I went against my own words, I knew I wasn’t supposed to but I couldn’t help it. I tried to stay away from you Stiles but I like being with you. The way you are, the way you smile and laugh, they way you kiss me and hold me, it does something no one else can do.” You elaborated further, letting months of feelings off your chest. You words made the pit of Stiles stomach ache, he wanted to say so much but couldn’t. Stiles knew it was wrong to get with you in the first place, you pulled him so easily into your current, it swept him away. He would love to be with you but he couldn’t risk pulling you into something that’s hard to get out of.

“I can’t do this right now.” Stiles grumbled, going for his discarded shirt.

“Stiles wait,” You called out, standing to stopping him from gathering his belongings to leave. You knew it was stupid, but you wanted to feel Stiles one last time, even though it wasn’t the way you hoped.

“Now I know how you feel. I just want be with you one last time. Please?” You pleaded, looking to the floor, trying to suppress your shame.

Stiles’s mind was running a mile a minute. Part of him knew he shouldn’t have came here but ultimately he couldn’t have himself either. He knew he liked you way before you realized you liked him. He was in love from the start. But he liked Malia as well, plus Malia knew about the supernatural world, and could protect herself. Seeing what he caused with Allison messed him up, no matter what anyone told him, he felt guilty because sacrificing himself to the Nemeton was his choice and many innocent people had gotten killed for it even one of his friends. He wouldn’t be able to handle life well if he’d known he brought you into something that had gotten you hurt.

So he stood in these few moments staring at you with confused expression, debating whether he wanted to leave of not. This was his second chance before he made another mistake.

You stood there watching Stiles watch you with this unreadable expression, you could tell he was thinking. Part of you knew you were fucked up for asking him to be with you one last time, after spilling your heart out, but you couldn’t hold out any longer. Given the reaction for Stiles, you were certain he didn’t feel the same way. He loved you for your body, not you. Tears started to fall from your eyes as your head dropped further in shame, that seem to snap Stiles out of his train of thought.

“Y/N” He tried, walking towards you but you moved back. You watery eyes met his, and through your quivering lips, you stated,

“Just leave then Stiles. It’s better if we leave it off like this anyways.”

Before your mind could register anything, Stiles’s shirt was at your feet and his lips met yours. Your defensiveness instantly faded away, you melted like butter against Stiles, immediately accepting his passionate kiss. Your lips moved to together sensually, as Stiles backed you up against the door of your closet. Your hands latched to the lining of his jaw, as his hands clasped firmly onto your hips, pulling your bodies closer. You both wanted the same thing in this moment, and it was to feel each other, even if it was for the last time. You just wanted to pretend everything didn’t happen before this, you wanted to live in the moment, you wanted savor what you could from this situation.

You felt his tongue ease its way into your mouth, causing you moan. You willingly accept his actions, following his lead. Your hands trailed to his brunette strands, gently combing through them, as you both made out. Then Stiles pulled away, a single line saliva connecting your lips. You greedily followed his lips with a whine. You didn’t want it to end. Then you felt his palms on the sides on your face.

“Do you want this?” Stiles asked gruffly, his large hands cradled your cheeks as he wiped the stray tears from your face.

Not trusting your words, you nodded.

“I need words baby girl.” Stiles affirmed. Your teary eyes finally meeting his watery ones.

“Yes Mitchie.” You whimpered out, staring longingly at his bowed lips.

You and Stiles clothes were scattered across the bedroom floor. You laid on your back on the bed, with kneeling between your legs. You cried out in pleasure, as Stiles’s reddened lips, slurped hungrily against your clit. You couldn’t believe Stiles had you folded like this, your feet were at your ears, his hands was tucked firmly on the creases behind your thighs. You bottom poked out in the air, as Stiles devoured you like it was his last meal.

“Stiles.” You moaned, scratching at the messed up bedding beneath you.

Stiles groaned, sending shockwave through your body, he soaked up everything that leaked from you. Your juices covered in and around his mouth, he wasn’t sure if it was the weed making him this thirsty or you were but his flittering tongue never left your pulsating clit and his mouth didn’t stop drinking from your delicious fountain. The euphoric burn that settle in your lower stomach spread and intensified. You reach out, pushing against Stiles shoulders,

“Fuck Stiles, I c-can’t.” You whined, tears coming from your eyes. “‘S too much!” You slurred drunkenly.

Your cries fell on deaf ears as Stiles had released one of your thighs, letting your leg drop. You sharply gasped, eyes rolling, back arching high as Stiles ease his two digits into your sopping entrance. As he alternated between dragging his thick fingers against your walls to french kissing your clit.

“I-I’m cu-” You tried to warn him but it was too late. You started shaking, your vision whiting out, your moans and whimpers were caught in your throat. The intense feeling took over your body, causing you to lock up, your thighs squishing his head as your quenching essence flowed into his awaiting mouth. You were seeing stars as Stiles released you, watching as your bottom half flopped back to the bed. You were completely spent, your box braids had fell from it’s perfect bun, now flowing aimlessly from your scalp, your bronze skin had a glazed look from the layer of sweat that coated it. In your mind, Stiles had you looking an absolute mess but to him you looked stunning. It made him impossibly harder looking at how out of it you were.

Stiles hissed as he slowly jerked his painfully hard dick. Thick droplets of precum oozed from his angry red tip. He knew he couldn’t wait any longer, your fucked out expression, the way you moaned his name, the way you tasted had him stuck, like he had you.

He watched your dazed eyes meet his dark and lustful ones. Stiles placed a single kiss to your overly sensitive clit, making you twitch and whimper, before placing a gentle one to your full lips.

“You okay?” He asked, trailing sensual kisses along your rounded cheeks to your neck, all while layering his slender form overtop of your thick one, his arms cradling your head.

“Yes Mitchie.” You mewled breathlessly, arms wrapping around his neck. You were wondering how every little touch this man gives you nearly sent you over the edge.

“Good.” He placed one last kiss to your neck before sitting up. He placed your legs on his shoulder before pulling you to edge of the bed. You groaned, feeling his harden dick onto of your throbbing mound. You braced yourself, Stiles had this dark glint in his eyes, you had strong feeling he was going fuck up your feeling more than they already were. You held on tightly to the edge of the bed, knuckles turning white from the grip.

You shuddered, feeling Stiles drag his thickness between your slippery folds. It was seconds later that you felt his thick mushroom tip push into your hole, making you practically boneless as a shaky gasp left your lips. A strangled groan left Stiles lips as he tossed his head back in pure bliss, savoring the feeling of your gummy walls sucking him in.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He moaned. He pushed yours legs back further, hooking his arms underneath, pinning you down with his weight, sinking his thick harden inches fully into your saturated cunt.

“Stiles!” You wailed, clinging to his biceps, slightly clawing at them. The slow yet sudden intrusion, left you with a full feeling you couldn’t shake. He groaned loudly as your body graciously welcomed him.

His lips found yours in a fiery passion as his he set his pace, his restraint vanished. You felt his teeth gently tug at your lower lip, he way of telling you to open up to him, which you obliged. The sounds coming from the searing tongue filled kissed, as well as the small grunts and moans that escaped you both, were masked by the creaminess of your purring kitty. Stiles was feeding off of every sound you produced, the way you clung to him as he were going to disappear, all while he stuffed you full of every inch he had to offer.

Stiles broke the kiss, his redden half lidded eyes watched as you tried hang on as his hips speed up. You squeaked, eye squeezing shut from the overwhelming stimulation.

“Oh shit.” You weakly cried, parting your kiss swollen lips. You couldn’t breathe, the way Stiles’s heavy phallus consistently pummeled into you quivering soaked snatch left you unable to breathe. You whined, feeling Stiles at your neck, softly suckling and nibbling on your sensitive skin. You hands moved to grasp the back of his head, pushing him further into your neck. Stiles took the initiative to move his kisses down further to your bouncing breast, Stiles looked memorized by movement. Stiles arms moved from behind your legs, he guided them around his waist, his nimble pace never stalled. His hands gripped your bobbing tits harshly causing you to yelp. Your darkened areolas resembled the richest of chocolates to Stiles in that moment. He couldn’t resist greedily sucking them both in his mouth. Your back arched high from the bed, moaning, as you continued to cradle his head while he practically ‘fed’ himself from your ample breasts. His skillful tongue alternated between sensually fondling each of your hardened peaks, adding on to the immense pleasure he was already providing by deliciously pounding into you. He released the one in his mouth with a soft pop.

“You look so beautiful,” he rasped, trailing his kisses back to your exposed neck. You moaned weakly at his praise, it made the fervent feeling in your stomach spread.

“Taking me so well like a good girl.” He growled, grinding his narrowing into you. You mewled loudly, eyes shutting, at the feeling of his pelvis stimulating your clit, while he dug deeper into your velvety canal. The feeling that emerged strongly in your stomach had grew more fierce, the more he plunged himself deeply inside you.

“You’re a good girl. Right?” He voiced huskily, watching the aesthetic beginning of your debauched undoing. You were too out of it to give a full response, you could only muster a frail nod despite the grip of your arms and legs around his waist and shoulders tightening.

Stiles tsked, placing teasing kiss to your lips, wanting your attention back on him. You whined slightly, falling for his trap, your teary low eyes found his deep brown ones. “You know I don’t like that. I need words babygirl.” His pace slowed slightly, you knew it was his way telling you to speak or he’d stop.

“Y-yes.” You stuttered out quickly, not wanting him to let up. Stiles groaned feeling you squeeze him tightly.

“You’re my good girl. Aren’t you?” Stiles pressed further, watching you start to squirm. Stiles felt you clutch around him once again like a vice. You head shook from side to side, at the almost unbearable feeling of Stiles’s fucking into like his life depended on it. His words didn’t help either, you ignored the ‘my’ for own sake, not wanting to ruin this earth shattering moment. Instead you focused on reaching your impending high.

“Stiles please! I-I” You croaked before words had gotten caught in your throat. Tightening in your stomach finally snapped. You let a broken moan, tucking your head in the side of Stiles neck, as you drug your acrylic nails down the side of his bicep, clinging tightly as you trembled violent over the edge, body locking up.

“Shit!” You heard Stiles cursed through your muddled hearing. You felt an ungodly amount of slick gush from you, coating Stiles completely. He groaned continuing to fuck you through your release. You whined weakly, pushing against Stiles moving hips, causing him to stop. He watched you lay motionless beneath him, eyes shut and breathing heavily, completely spent from cumming.

You felt Stiles lips on forehead before he eased his hard on from you. You hissed at the feeling of him dragging himself against your overly sensitive walls. As weak and out of it as you were, you complied when Stiles asked you to turn over, he helped you do so.

“Ass up, baby girl.” Stiles commanded, tapping your behind. You feebly moaned, despite your exhaustion from your second mind blowing orgasm, you listened to his command. You grasped the sheets underneath, wearily resting your head on your arms, arching the middle of your back, poking your butt out.

Stiles groaned upon seeing how exposed and drenched you were. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he positioned himself at your heated entrance, and without a warning he pushed himself in.

You shuddered and groaned feeling Stiles ease himself into once again, stretching you to the brim. Stiles sighed seeing you greedily swallow him whole. Gripping your hips in place, Stiles started moving his slowly, giving you time to adjust.

You whined feeling Stiles, once gentle and slowed pace, start to gradually increase, his hips started battering against your pillowed bottom. Stiles grunted, his grip on your hips tightening, surely going to some bruising, as he fucked harder into you. The sounds of thunderous wet clapping, a mixture of pleasured sound coming from both you and Stiles, and the concerning rattling of your bed frame, echoed through your room.

Stiles peels one hand from your hip, to wipe his sweaty strands from his forehead. He moaned feeling you constrict tightly around his length. The tightness in his stomach grew with thrust of his hips, and from the way you start clenching around him and the heightened frequency of your melodic moans and loud pants, told him you were feeling the same.

He pressed his free hand in the middle of your back, deepening your arch. Stiles’s thrust became deep and erratic. He put his weight behind his thrusts as he leaned over you, groaning and breathing heavily in your ear. You squealed loudly, trying to push yourself from the intense feeling.

Stiles huskily chuckled in your ear, he leaned back up while gripping your hips, “Where you going?” Stiles asked, holding you tightly in place. You babbled aimlessly in response. He chuckled at your state. Your mind was clouded, you heard what he said but couldn’t respond.

Stiles hips didn’t falter as he gathered your braids into one hand, holding it in a ponytail. “Stiles!” You pleaded as he tugged you to your hands and knees by you long braids, pulling you back towards his thrusts.

“Come on sweetheart, you know what to do.” He stated, halting his movements. Immediately you started thrusting yourself back onto his length. “Fuckkk.” Stiles dragged out in ecstasy, as you fucked yourself onto him. The way your ass rippled like waves against his pelvic as you moved, building up a creamy froth around the base of his dick, as you cried out, head tilted back, in complete euphoria. To him, it was picture worth painting.

“Mitchie, I’m ‘bout to cum!” You keened, feeling the familiar burn twist in your lower stomach. Little did you know, he was too.

“Me too.” He rasped, gripping your cheeks tightly. He started meet your thrusts again, only this time his thumb started massaging your other hole. You gasped feeling his thumb caress your asshole, it sent a exhilarating tingle up your spine.

You both worked with each other, chasing your awaiting release. Stiles rutted faster into you, feeling his high coming on strong. He moaned loudly, as the knot in his stomach started to peak. You chased your orgasm like a bitch in heat, the volume of your moans grew, like the pending explosion in your stomach.

Stiles was close, too close. He wanted you cum first. His fingers found their way to your pulsing clit, gently stroking the sensitive nub, pushing you closer to the edge. You hummed in delight, feeling him stroke you closer to your peak in every way. Then, unexpectedly, the thumb he used to massage your virgin hole, eased inside of you, effectively opening your flood gate.

You wailed, feeling the burn in your stomach burst, your climax hit you like a freight train as your vision blurred out. Stiles cursed feeling you grip him tightly. Your gushing slick coated Stiles’s shaft, as you trembled from the magnitude of your orgasm. Your top half collapsed, not being able to hold yourself up any longer. Stiles panted loudly, erratically pounded into you, pursuing his brewing end, fucking you through your intense orgasm. You whine in overstimulation, the feeling of him dragging against your walls was starting to become too much, you needed him to cum, or you would surely pass out. You mustered up enough strength to move.

“Cum for me, baby,” You muttered softly, moving you hips against his to help him finish.

Stiles whimpered loudly, the flame in the pit of his stomach intensified. He was teetering over the edge.

“I want you to fill me up.” You whined, feeling him throb heavily inside your aching walls. That statement was enough to send him over the edge.

“Fuck Y/N I-I” Stiles stuttered, unable to finish his sentence, before groaning loudly, his cum shooting in your canal in thick loads. You moaned tiredly, stop the movement of your hip, the feeling of Stiles seed permeating your walls made you quiver. Stiles shuddered before collapsing on your back, completely spent. Your body fell flat to the bed underneath his weight.

You both stayed like that for a while, trying to level your breathing. Stiles had softened inside you by the time, y’all breathing regulated. He lifted his sticky body from yours, his body feeling extremely weak and heavy, from either the weed or the mind-blowing sex you just had. Stiles could you body rise and fall in a steady rhythm.

“Y/N?” He called out, look at your face to see if you were awake. You weren’t, your eyes were glued shut as your mouth hung open slightly. Stiles smiled softly at your peaceful expression. He smile soon faded as he realized he fucked up with you, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Everything that conspired this past year, has left Stiles’s damaged. He had trouble eating and sleeping, his mental health was deteriorating. Had he known going out in the woods that night would’ve lead him to these deadly consequences, he wouldn’t have went. All this started because of him, and he couldn’t regret it more. But you, you were his escape from it all, you were his peace. Whenever he needed to be away from all things supernatural, you were there to put him at ease. And as he stared at you, he felt guilty, tears started brewing in his eyes as he now realized, once again, that his actions have consequences. He felt like a fuck up. And those revelations made him realize he had to go. He couldn’t bare watching you be heartbroken over him.

You whimpered in sleep, feeling him ease his flaccid appendage from you. You didn’t feel the mixture of his spend and your slick, leak out of you. Stiles pushed away his egregious thoughts, he went to your attached bathroom, grabbing a fresh linen cloth and towel from the closet, making sure to wet cloth with warm water. He knew from the light snores that sounded from you, that you were out for the night. The least he could do was get you cleaned up. You didn’t even budge as he opened you legs and wiped you clean and patted you dry. Stiles was depleted on all levels, he just wanted to go to bed and try to forget all the bad. He fished his clothes from the ground, tossing on his Star Wars graphic tee, boxers, and pajama pants.

As he went to gather the rest of his belongings, the sound of his phone vibrating from pants made him reach for it. He finally looked at the time, it had been a little after 2 since he last looked at the time, It was 3:15 in the morning. She then looked at the message, it was Malia asking if he was up. He looked back at your sleeping form, guilt was starting to eat at him bad.

He sighed stuffing his phone back into his pocket, choosing to ignore her text. He started straightening up, making sure to lock your patio door, and clean up any evidence of y’all smoking. He slid your silk bonnet over your freshly braided scalp, he knew you’d be upset if you woke up to you hair being messed up. He also turn on the fan, knowing you get hot at night. He glanced at your sleeping form, longingly before placing one last kiss to your forehead while covering your nude body with your blanket.

He gathered his keys and slipped on his shoes before making his way out of your home, securing it, then getting in his car, driving away like a thief in the night…

⇣

Please be nice, this is my first time writing smut so I hope I did well and excuse any mistakes I didn’t see👍🏾. Anyways, this post will a receive an update, which I already started writing. So part 2 coming soon…

#stiles stilinksi smut #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski x black!reader #x black!fem!reader #x black!reader angst #x black!reader smut #teen wolf smut #x black plus size reader #x black reader #stiles stilinksi imagine #teen wolf imagine

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lesbianhotch · 1 year

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you walk by and i fall to pieces

notes: i could not help myself!! frankie meet cute! frankie x fem reader, some dancing, drinking, santi being a rascal

If Frankie’s learned anything in this life, it’s that it’s not polite to stare.

His mother had grilled it into him, a pinch on the back of his arm in the grocery line as a little boy.

“Francisco, it’s rude to stare.”

“Why?”

“Because people don’t like to be stared at, that’s why.”

He’d spent most of his adult life with his cap pulled down as far as it could go, avoiding eye contact with others. In a line of work where he didn’t want to call attention to himself, he learned how to blend in, keep his eyes forward.

So really, he doesn’t mean to be staring at you, but he doesn’t really think he can help it.

Truthfully, he wasn’t in the mood to go out tonight, but saying no to Santi wasn’t really something that people did.

It wasn’t one of their usual haunts, but after Benny threw a punch at some dickhead at their favorite bar last week, it’d been suggested they wait a minute before coming back.

Santi and Will glued themselves to the pool table, and Benny was good enough company until a woman asked him for a dance. He handed his drink off to Frankie without a second glance.

He’s not sure who’s in charge of the music in this place, but Frankie’s watching a fair amount of folks swaying to Patsy Cline’s ‘Fall to Pieces’, when he sees you.

A table off to the side of the self appointed dance floor, you and three friends with peanuts on the table and beers in your hands.

You’re wearing a dress, a floral thing that is probably comfier than it looks, considering you’ve paired it with tattered boots that look like they’ve been through the ringer. The neckline shows off your collarbone, and Frankie takes a long sip of his drink as you touch your hand to your skin dramatically, likely in the throes of telling a story. Your hair shines in the light, and when you push a strand of hair behind your ear, he has a brief moment of wishing he could do it himself.

It’s as if you can sense his gaze, and you turn to meet his eyes and Frankie freezes. Guilt is his first feeling, having been caught staring, but it lessens considerably so when you blush and give him a bashful smile before turning back to face your friends.

Frankie finally let’s his eyes fall somewhere else, staring into the bottle of his half empty beer. He doesn’t realize Santi’s come back until he bumps his hip against Frankie’s, jostling him slightly.

“Damn dude, you been standing against the bar this whole time?”

Frankie shrugs in a non answer.

Santi puts his empty glass on the bar, leaning on the faded wood with one elbow. “You wanna explain why you’re rooted to this spot in particular?”

Frankie wrinkles his nose, taking a sip of beer. He doesn’t want to point, doesn’t wanna be more rude than he’s already been, so he tries his best to tip his beer in your general direction.

Santi smiles, nodding slowly. “Ahh, I see. The one with the denim right?”

Frankie shakes his head. “No, next to her. The one in the dress.”

You throw your head back and laugh at something, and the delicate curve of your neck has Frankie’s heart skipping a beat.

Santi whistles. “She’s cute, Fish. You gonna go talk to her?”

Frankie grimaces, shifting on his feet. He’s never been good at that. Scratch that, he’s good at talking. It’s the introduction that he hasn’t quite mastered yet. Santi see’s the rejection of the idea on Frankie’s face before he voices it. “Ok, then ask her to dance. Dancing is easier than talking.”

“Come on man, you know I can’t-“

“Fine.” Santi cuts him off abruptly, a smirk on his face. “Then I’ll ask her to dance.”

Frankie narrows his eyes as Santi slowly starts to walk backwards in the direction of your table. “You fucking wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would.” Santi laughs, turning around quickly on his heel and heading towards you.

Frankie’s gut burns, and yeah, today may actually be the day he kills his best friend.

He watches as Santi politely interrupts and introduces himself. Frankie can’t hear over the music and the chatter, but he watches as your lips form what he can only assume is your name as you hold your hand out for Santi to shake.

It doesn’t take long before that soft blush is back on your cheeks, and your friends are practically pushing you out of your chair to go dance with Santi.

Frankie watches the two of you, and as Santi slips an arm around your waist, Frankie turns around to face the bar.

It’s your own fault, Morales. Not Santi’s problem that you can’t buck up.

He flags the bartender down for another beer, and he’s popping the cap off and taking a long pull when there’s a tap on his shoulder.

“S’cuse me?”

He turns around, half ready to chew someone out for disturbing his brooding-

and instead there’s you.

Frankie finds himself at a loss for words, completely tongue tied, so the only thing to come out of his mouth is,

“Uh. Hi.”

You smile, seemingly charmed. You introduce yourself, your name rolling off your tongue, and it floats into Frankie’s ears like a melody.

“So your friend told me you’re not very good at introductions, and that it might be easier if I came over on my own.”

Frankie nods slowly, eye’s searching around for Santi, but finds he’s already fled from the scene.

“There is some truth in that, yeah. I’m uh, Frankie, by the way.”

“Ok Frankie, are you any better at dancing?”

Frankie chuckles at that, taking a sip of his beer before setting it on the bar. “I like to think I am.”

You hold out your hand, and when Frankie takes it, he’ll swear up and down and on the Bible that there’s an actual spark when your fingers intertwine.

Frankie can’t place the song that’s playing, another oldie with a crooning country star that makes the whole thing feel a little surreal, like a scene from one of those romantic comedies Benny insists he “doesn’t watch”. You knock your boots against Frankie’s as you stumble into place together, his hand around your waist and your hand in his as you start to sway side to side.

Frankie quickly reaches up and swipes the cap off his head, folding it and shoving it into the back pocket of his jeans before returning his hand to your body. You giggle, and Frankie raises an eyebrow at you.

“Now are you laughing with me, or at me?”

“You’ve just got a bit of hat hair is all. It’s cute.”

“Well, my ma taught me that there’s no hats at the kitchen table or when you’re trying to be a respectable gentleman.”

You laugh again, and Frankie likes the way that you seem to do so frequently and without hesitation. “And this is one of those respectable moments?”

“I’d like it to be.”

The song fades into the next, and Frankie leads you two into a nice rhythm, his hand on your waist pulling you in just an inch closer.

“You know-” you say after a few comfortable moments. “I was surprised when your friend came over to me, especially when I caught you staring before.”

Frankie feels the heat in his cheeks, eyes looking towards the ground at his feet. “Yeah, Santiago is sort of the one who makes the moves. I’ve never been as good at that.” Santi sets the plans, Frankie keeps it all in check. It’s the way it’s always been.

“So am I gonna have to go through him to get your number?”

Oh, you’re going to be trouble, that Frankie is sure of.

His eyes come up to your face, and he can only hope he’s got the same twinkle in his eyes that he finds in yours.

“I think I can handle that.”

You laugh again, and when Frankie raises his arm to have you spin underneath, he can feel a few folks in the bar watch as the two of you laugh loud and dance and take up space.

Fine, Frankie thinks. Let them stare. It doesn’t bother him.

(tagging @spacecowboyhotch and if anyone would like to be tagged in future fics, lemme know!)

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #im yearning

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meowsgirldrawing · 1 year

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Fellow Bioware fans, specifically for Dragon Age Inquisition- Hear me out on this idea ive had

So what if Bioware did a DLC for Dragon Age: Inquisition, similar to Mass Effect's Citadel DLC

(And for those who don't know the Citadel DLC, its an...expansion pack? Or something similar that allows the crew of ME3-Mass Effect 3- to have a shore party on the Citadel. It has mini games to play of all kinds, small scenes with our favorite characters, love interest or not, and even a bit of a quest line to follow that is very hilarious and even more exciting, plus a bit more dialogue added to the game I believe)

Anyhow-What if, despite the circumstances, the inner circle of the Inquisition got something similar. Maybe not a whole vacation in itself but still something, y'know? I know Tresspasser may have did something similar but this is just me imaging fun and more comical with the potential chaos of the Inquisition crew.

Imagine this- romance scenes with the love interests like-

Seeing a more playful side of Cullen as we volunteer to help with dog training. Perhaps finally seeing him without a suit and in some casual clothes for once. I can just imagine a scene of him getting tackled by dogs as our inquisitor is laughing their ass off on the side.

Seeing Cassandra get pulled into relaxing for a bit by reading a story together, maybe her indulging in some fun by voicing the dialogues as our inquisitor is the one to act them out more.

Seeing Solas take us through a bit of an art gallery and pointing out his favorite pieces as he explains the meanings behind it. Then deciding at the end of it that he would like to make a peice with us or paint something in our quarters by our asking.

Seeing our favorite mage, Dorian go out on an actual date with his boyfriend and easing his nerves about being public about it. Him waving them off and saying thats hes fine, but obviously melting once he realizes that no one cares that its two men. And not just that- but him being sassy and playful, flirting with his Amatus as they dine together freely.

Piggybacking off the previous one, if your inquisitor is female and bestfriends with him instead, then the two having a nice day out together. Maybe if he isnt romanced to Bull in that playthrough, then helping him get a small date with someone. Maybe he fails a bit, but is able to laugh about it cause it was less terrifying than he thought compared to home. (You can plainly tell how much I adore this man)

Going to see a Jousting match with The Iron Bull. Maybe not as exciting as Dragons but perhaps Bull can read into the body language and tell whos going to loose, and instead of just telling us, he makes it a game that WE have to guess instead. Romanced version- if we win, hes laughing a bit, saying "Thats my Kadan!" (Jfjsjffs)

Blackwall probably can't do a whole lot, considering after his real identity problem, so maybe he makes pulls together a nice dinner instead. (Mostly for romance version) And somewhat saying towards the end, "You may be the Inquisitor, but you're still a lady, and you should be treated as such."

Look, I havent romanced Black wall that often, but boy- from the scene on youtube, the man can sure show his gentleman side.

And the fact that you can romance him as any race? OOO- Just imagine how much more tender that'll feel for a qunari or eleven inquisitor, LIKE-DKDJSOWNAK MAN WANTS HIS LADY TO BE TREATED LIKE THEY DESERVE

Anyhow, im gettin' off subject-

Helping Cole on a task he asked from us. It could be something so simple as flower picking cause he felt a little girl nearby feeling real upset about something and wanted to help.

I know alot of people have different views of Cole, just like any character, and people see him as either the son or little brother depending on how you go about it. So maybe this can go either way. Especially if your character is elven, they can give him tips on which flowers may be more appropriate or safer to leave for the little one.

(Ignore this if you want- My main Inquisitor is an elven chick named Bellatrix and ive always imagine her having a small soft side for Cole, treating him like a little brother in some areas cause he reminds her of her siblings. )

There are so many ways to go about this whole idea, honestly. And while I don't have many ideas for Sera, Josephine, Leliana, Varric, and Vivienne, I would have loved to see scenes with them in playful moments like these. Like Vivienne shopping with the Inquisitor or Sera going on that promise to make cookies with them and it turns into a whole mess but both end up laughing on the floor, flour caked on.

Out of all the Dragon Age games, Inquisition has to be my l, above all, favorite because of the outright love the characters bring to your character. Whether they are a steel on the outside, light hearted qunari, a playful and chaos making elf, or a soft but proud decision making dwarf with a bit of clumsyness. You cant really say that it doesnt matter what or how your character is, but its true how much it does matter cause it brings just another side of possibilities with such a character.

I apologize for my ranting but if you've taken the time to read this, please share your ideas with me cause even though hasn't made something like this for Dragon age, fans surely bring that idea to light in any way they can💜

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dorian pavus #cassandra pentaghast #the iron bull #cullen rutherford #da solas #cole dragon age #blackwall #dragon age games #Dragon Age x inquisitor #dragon age x reader

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forabeatofadrum · 1 year

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Hmm.. I'm always so happy when I win, but then I realise I never know what to prompt lol

I'm gonna do the same for you as I did for @rockitmans and pick three small prompts from @caramelcoffeeaddict's Klaine prompt gdoc for you to choose your favourite from ;)

You’re always seated in my section of the diner and one day you look really sad so I brought you a free dessert to cheer you up

You’re the doctor explaining my surgery to me and I have no clue what you’re saying because I’m too mesmerized by how attractive you are

Someone stole my lunch out of the fridge in the teacher’s lounge, so you offer to share yours with me.

Just half an hour ago, I told myself I'd finish this fic and then I was struck by inspiration, so here we are!

I love all these prompts, but I am besotted with no. 1 so here we go. Gwen, I am blanking on a title though, so please, help me out, so that I can post it together with the two other fics and then it'll be my 69th work in the Glee fandom on AO3 (nice). I mean, I can post them separately, but do it for the 69!

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Kurt doesn't love working at the Spotlight Diner. It's a survival job for him, Santana and Rachel. Luckily, there's always some good things to be found. He likes that he gets to sing and people genuinely seem to enjoy it. And he also has some loyal customers that always sit in his section. His favourites are two elderly women who tip heavily, and Eyebrows.

Eyebrows is an attractive guy who dresses neatly and he has a warm smile. He's always incredibly kind towards Kurt and his colleagues and yes, okay, Kurt might have a small crush on him. But Kurt needs to be professional. That's why he's never asked for Eyebrows's name. Santana came up with Eyebrows as a placeholder, to Kurt's dismay. She named him after his triangle shaped eyebrows.

Kurt has another shift, but to his surprise, Eyebrows shows up. He usually never shows up on Monday evenings. Something else is off.

“Eyebrows looks sad.”

“Do not call him Eyebrows, Santana!” Kurt hisses, but his friend is right, because Eyebrows looks like he’s been crying.

Santana covertly nods towards Eyebrows.

“Talk to him.”

Kurt hesitates. Eyebrows looks like he doesn’t want to be bothered. Kurt tells Santana that, but she rolls her eyes.

“He’s gone to a public diner and you’re his waiter,” she points out. She has a point. Kurt does have to serve him.

Then he has a small idea. Kurt rushes to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Kurt walks towards Eyebrows, holding a small sundae. It’s not much, but it’s all he could get. Gunther definitely doesn’t approve of giving freebies, even to loyal customers.

“Here,” Kurt puts the sundae on the table.

Eyebrows was hiding his head in his hands, so he is startled. He looks up to see Kurt. Eyebrow’s eyes are gorgeous, even when they’re filled with tears, which is kind of a weird thing to think. But Eyebrows is gorgeous!

“You probably need it,” Kurt shoves the sundae closer to Eyebrows. He gives him a comforting smile.

Eyebrows’s looking at Kurt as if he was sent from the heavens above.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asks. It's definitely a rhetorical question. Eyebrows look far from okay.

So Kurt isn't surprised when Eyebrows shakes his head.

"Do you, uh, want to order or do you want to talk?" Kurt asks. Gunther would scold Kurt for taking more time, but Eyebrows might need him and Kurt doesn't mind talking to him.

"I... got fired from my dream job."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

Eyebrows looks like he's about to burst into a fresh round of tears, but he does pick up the spoon. Kurt sees that as a win. While Eyebrows shoves ice cream into his mouth, he tells Kurt about what happened. Kurt listens attentively and makes affirming noises every now and then. It does sound terrible. Eyebrows was on Broadway. He was going to write music for a show, but due to "creative differences", he was let go. Kurt also dreams of going to Broadway, so he's crushed on Eyebrow's behalf.

By the time the sundae is gone, the story is over. Eyebrows looks calmer.

"Sorry for unloading that all on you."

"It's fine, I get it."

"You do?"

Kurt then tells Eyebrows about his Broadway dreams. Unlike Eyebrows, he never realised them (although Eyebrow's dreams aren't coming true either now), but he understands the wish to make it on in the Broadway scene. He went to NYADA, for Christ's sake, and he's still a waiter with a lot of student debt.

"So, truly. I don't mind."

Eyebrows laughs awkwardly.

"Thanks. I needed it. The venting and the sundae. How much do I pay for it?"

"It's on the house," Kurt quickly reassures him.

Eyebrows is radiating gratitude.

"The usual?" Kurt then asks.

"Yes, please."

The next day, Eyebrows appears again. He looks happy. Kurt tells him that when he greets him.

"I am!" Eyebrows sounds exhuberant, "I got my job back."

"Really?"

"Yes! Some other people in the creative team disagreed and they fought the decision and apparently the person who fired me didn't even discuss it with the others. Now his position is being questioned! My role might change a little bit, but I am back on board."

"Eyebrows, that's amazing!" Kurt says and in his excitement, he doesn't realise he called Eyebrows Eyebrows.

"... Eyebrows?"

Kurt, embarrassed, explains the context. Luckily, Eyebrows laughs and he seems to enjoy it.

"I am flattered, but my name is Blaine."

"Kurt," Kurt says back.

"I know."

Right, Kurt has a name tag.

"I don't mind being called Eyebrows, but in case you need a reminder," Eyebrows - Blaine - opens his pocket and he takes out a wallet. He hands Kurt a business card.

Blaine has a business card, which is professional, but Kurt doesn't know why Blaine's handing it to him. Yes, Kurt told Blaine he has a Broadway dream, but Blaine isn't influential enough to help him get a job.

"... Thanks?"

"My name is on there. And my number as well."

Oh.

"Oh."

Blaine's eyes light up.

"Well it is very important information for me to remember," Kurt says coyly, "The name is important as well."

Their moment is cut short when Gunther tells Kurt to hurry up. Kurt tries not to roll his eyes and Blaine also looks saddened by the interruption.

"The usual?"

"Always, but add a sundae to it," Blaine says with a wink.

Kurt does his job. He doesn't have a lot of time to stop at Blaine's table, but he doesn't mind. Kurt has the feeling he'll talk to Blaine more often, even outside of work.

#ask #cerriddwenluna #holy fuck i wrote #2023 #glee #klaine #drabble #sorta

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thatdesklamp · 7 months

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WAIT OMG-

been reading intrinsic warmth for a WHILE and your writing is top tier!! i always wondered to myself every time i’d read a chapter why the writing just STICKS, yk? i’m a MAJOR book girlie, i read 24/7.

AND THEN IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN I READ ONE OF YOUR TAGS THAT YOU PUT UP ON ONE OF YOUR POSTS WHERE YOU WERE ANSWERING A QUESTION FROM ANOTHER LOVELY READER AND I SEE THAT YOU TOOK AN ENGLISH A LEVEL?

first of all (not 100% sure on this) but i’m pretty sure only british ppl take gcses, a levels, etc. YOU’RE BRITISH?

i feel like i’ve met my other half rn over something so tiny but yeah. IT LITERALLY EXPLAINS WHY YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD:

i could point out the NUMBER of times i’ve seen juxtaposition, symbolism, foreshadowing in your fic to someone if they’d asked me to point it out for them. at first i thought you might’ve done it unknowingly, and then i decided that nope, bc foreshadowing is such a BIG writing technique that it simply couldn’t have been by accident.

it’s one thing to know about a writing technique and another to actually be able to SUCCESSFULLY incorporate it into your writing. if it isn’t clear enough, i’m saying that you did it AMAZINGLY. you’ve got a natural talent and i’m envioussss (in a supporting way ofc 😭).

you should really look into making your own book, and i think you EXCEL at the supernatural aspect of plot in stories. your writing is so unique and different yet so warm, it reminds me of autumn (my favourite season).

idk how to end such a long message, ultimately i don’t have a reason for typing this up and shit. ik you have tons of people probably saying the same thing and it might just get repetitive for you, but i wouldn’t feel comfortable not being part of said bunch-of-ppl-probably-saying-the-same-thing.

oh! and take your SWEET TIME updating. it’s your story, your fic, your writing. the ONLY thing we readers can give you as a payback and thanks is time, patience, and understanding <3333

RAHHH BRITTANIA 💪💪💪💪

Agh. Yes—I’m British (English to be precise, sweet sweet caroline etc), hence the use of ‘u’s in words like ‘colour’ and ‘humour’, and also why everyone’s parents are their ‘father’ or ‘mother’ and not mum/dad. ‘Mom’ feels too American but ‘mum’ feels too rah engerland, yk? I’ve mentioned previously that I’m looking forward to writing fics where the characters are actually from England and where I’m actually allowed to write them the way I talk, mostly. Good lord am I excited.

And yes lol I took English for an A-Level. Bloody smashed it too, if I get to brag, mwahaha. Didn’t take it any further (I’ve also previously said that I’m a # woman in stem uni student, which is true), but I still write a killer essay imo. Give me 10 minutes to do a refresher on ‘Othello’ (it’s been a while okay) and I can talk for donkeys about his tragic fall and how much of a wanker he is. Which he is! I’m a Desdemona defender for life.

You say ‘natural talent’. PLS. No!! God no. Not at all. I wish—that would’ve made it a lot easier, but whatever I can do rn is down to bloody years of toiling away on my shitty little laptop, I promise. I’ve got another anon ask that asked about some writing tips so I’ll do the bulk of them there but my number 1 will always and forever be to practise. Whatever skill I have now has been earned over the many years. You don’t even want to see some of the stuff that will never grace my ao3 page (atla had me in a chokehold through covid and I have never been the same).

But you are genuinely so complimentary: this is so so lovely of you. Thank you?? It’s really weird being someone who writes and also someone who enjoys analysing literature; you’re right, half of the ‘techniques’ are intentional (the number of times I’ve flicked through some chapters’ drafts and thought, ‘fucks sake none of this makes sense, I need to add some decent foreshadowing or none of this will make sense in two chapters’), but also so much of my writing is just thinking, ‘hmm, this doesn’t really feel right. No no, I don’t like the vibe of this. I want this to feel more GRAAHHH and less lalalala. Lemme change this up a bit’. Whether that leads to the whole, short sentences->speeds up the pace of the reader when reading the section->increased tension, mimics actual fight encounter, etc etc (all the stuff you blag on about in eng lit), then maybe that counts as intentional? And maybe not.

Making my own book? That’s lovely of you to say but I also really don’t have any ideas for anything non-fanfic’y! Lol. I love a good bit of canon compliance, that’s my issue. That being said—hey, another eng a level reference—I’ve made multiple references here to being the world’s #1 ‘Atonement’ hater. Unfortunately, it also lives damn rent free in my head and I’ve got the bare bones of a WW2-era, perhaps epistolary, longform fic buzzing around. (Fandom: Marauders. I’m a disgrace but here we go). I’ve written nothing for it and maybe I never will, but that’s one of the only things I can see as being more standalone from original canon. Anyway: it’s the fanfic life for me. Ali Hazelwood’s life is but a distant dream.

But anyway! Thank you again for your lovely words. The next IW chapter will take a very long time, I have to be frank, so thank you for the reassurance that that’s not absolutely disgraceful lmao T_T Thanks again!! <3

#intrinsic warmth #I hope I have not accidentally hidden my englishness #the biggest event of this month isn’t Halloween or 1989tv — it’s the switch from bst to gmt babyy

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nokingsonlyfooles · 1 year

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The Dark Secret of Zootopia? (Part 1, Identifying the Problem)

What? If you're a fan, you already know Zootopia's "secret."

It was originally a dark dystopia where the predators wore "tame collars," but the Zootopia team got nervous about how depressing it was and did a last-minute rewrite that used most of the old assets and plot points! Right? So are we gonna do a deep dive on that?

Not quite.

What if I told you that despite the rewrite that took out the obvious metaphor for systemic oppression, more evidence of systemic issues remains and... it probably doesn't make any difference?

So that half-assed poll I put up suggests more than one person would like to see me take Zootopia apart, and that probably means delving into the racism metaphor, but, man, I don't have the headspace for that today! So I took a spin through the Headscratchers page, hoping to find something a little more compact. There had to be something other than the racism metaphor that a lot of people had trouble with, right? Sort of an appetizer for a busy Tuesday?

Nnnot really.

Here's an obvious Libertarian voter who can't fathom that people would be racist when it runs contrary to good business practices! We go through quite a few tropers positing non-racist or less racist reasons to refuse Nick service - including one who believes prejudice against predators "wasn't a thing" until Judy's press conference, and before that people just didn't like foxes - before some hero arrives with a fire extinguisher and says, I'm paraphrasing, "Racism isn't rational! End of story!"

Then we got this question, which has the answer contained in it already!

I've trimmed the first response, from someone who apparently sees nothing wrong with just rolling up and asking to pet a sentient being. "It doesn't have to be a metaphor for anything"!? They go on to posit that maybe it's a taboo in funny animal society. 'Cos, you know, you don't have to read Zootopia as a metaphor for human society if you don't wanna.

(The Author! He's already dead! Why you gotta desecrate the corpse like that?)

It takes a few more self-soothing responses from evident people-petters before, again, someone rolls up and says, "It is exactly white people wanting to 'pet' black people's 'weird' hair, something that is unfortunately a fairly common patronizing occurrence in the U.S., at least."

And after that, we still get this:

"I have a Black friend and he lets me pet him all the time! Cut white people some slack! They're just curious! Let us pet you!"

Zootopia is racism lite, folks. Zootopia calls out racism primarily as something an individual does when they make decisions based on their preexisting biases - which, in Nick and Judy's cases, stem from childhood traumas that we get to see on-screen.

This is a version of racism that a child - with a little hand-holding from a caregiver - could understand. All but the most toxic conservatives ought to be okay explaining this kind of racism, including the toxic neoliberal centrists! "You see, little Kayden, there is no such thing as 'society.' 'Racism' is what happens when a lot of individuals make bad decisions. All you have to do to stop it is make better decisions, and encourage others to make better decisions too! Why, when I was your age, we chose better hairsprays without CFCs in them, and that fixed global warming and the hole in the ozone layer forever!"

"Auntie Margaret Thatcher, isn't climate change still a..."

"WE FIXED IT FOREVER, LITTLE KAYDEN." *strained smile* "So just don't buy fox spray! If enough people don't buy it, they'll stop making it."

"Why is it okay for someone to make a spray specifically to hurt foxes in the first place?"

"...If you don't stop asking questions, I shall bury you under the Aberfan coal tip with all the rest, little Kayden. Eat your popcorn."

But even that's too much for some folks! They retreat behind the ambiguity of the metaphor and wonder why the funny animals make such odd decisions, in the willful absence of context. With no context, why would a bunny be able to say, "It's okay if we call each other 'cute,' but you shouldn't." That's blatant hypocrisy. Bunnies don't own "cute." It's just a word!

Don't apologize, Benjamin! Why would you do that?

This entire movie is a modern Aesop fable and you need that human context. "Cute" privilege to "n-word" privilege is a one-to-one correlation, like petting a sheep is to petting a Black person. It only makes sense because you live in human society and you can fill in the blanks - because you have seen similar manifestations of bias and you already know they're not okay. You don't even have to know why or agree. To get the joke, you just have to know this stuff happens and people think it's rude. That is not a high bar to clear!

And that is, apparently, the level of anxiety we have about unpacking our own racism. Not even the systemic kind. Not even the big issues those scary "woke" zombies are trying to "cancel" you about. Just, "An individual - including you, for you are an individual - can make bad decisions based on their experiences."

Whaaaat? No I don't!

"These animals have nothing to do with me and therefore, this movie makes no sense."

These are the people Zootopia needed to reach. Not the ones who already had a clue, the ones who were so scared of getting one that they buried their heads in the sand and refused to acknowledge reality itself. So here's a cheerful little film with an animal metaphor and an optimistic resolution! Surely they must feel safe enough to unpack racism in this context?

But they didn't. Much like Green Book, this film was safe and simple enough to walk away with an Oscar from an Academy that's mostly white, male, and terrified of minorities - and the people who didn't want to get "woke" slept right through it. I don't think that's what they were going for, given that V 1 of this film had systemic oppression worn around the neck of every predator with a blinking light on it.

Remember, they reused assets and plot points from the original and rewrote everything fast. Traces remain. But if the ostriches in the audience can't understand "cute" privileges, do they have any hope of noticing Judy's bathroom at the police academy has a toilet that can kill her and no accommodations for a species her size?

Well, they might have. But the way the film handles it gleefully assassinates everyone's chance to see the systemic issues and respond to them appropriately.

Tune in next time, for Judy Hopps, bunny cops, "Black Excellence" and our old friend Barack!

#zootopia #deep dive #racisim #judy hopps #nick wilde #social issues

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Big Blind Love, Part 7

Teacher!Gyomei Himejima X Fem!Student!Reader

Summary: The Teachers' Meeting is on and you all enjoy some drinks and your share how you first fell in love with Gyomei.

Warnings: Drinking

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Student Reader, Gyomei Himejima, Teacher Gyomei Himejima, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Kyojuro Rengoku, Shinobu Kocho, Kanae Kocho, Tengen Uzui, Makio Uzui, Suma Uzui, Hinatsuru Uzui

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13

The night was on. As soon as Gyomei and you had joined the others the people started ordering food and drinks. Gyomei took his usual huge beer mug, but you were so new to drinking that you had to ask for help.

Luckily the waitress suggested hard lemonade for you since you hadn't drunk before that night. Gyomei was a little afraid you wouldn't be able to enjoy the teachers' meeting, but so far you seemed happy that you had accepted the invite.

You were still a little shy around the blind man's colleagues, but you were slowly opening up to them the more hard lemonade you consumed. Most common you seemed to have were Tengen's wives Hinasturu, Makio, and Suma as you happily talked with them.

"So…?" Makio grinned as she sipped her sake, "How did you fall for Gyomei?"

"Makio, you can't just ask that!" Hinatsuru said in worry, but you just smiled, completely unaware that the huge man was actually listening to you carefully.

"Well… I was about 16 and new to the school. I got lost so badly and by the time I found my classroom, the classes had already started and I was too shy to go inside anymore…"

"Aww, so you were a shy kid?" Makio asked and you nodded, "Very. I couldn't help myself, I actually locked myself in the unisex toilet and I cried there because I was late on my first day in school."

"That is so sad!" Suma cried out and you took a sip of your drink, "That was when I heard the most gorgeous and kindest voice ask from the other side of the door why I was crying. You can probably guess who it was?"

"Gasp!" The three wives gasped together, "Gyomei?"

"Uh hu!" You nodded happily.

Huh, Gyomei was actually able to recall that. He was on his way to class when he heard someone sobbing in the toilets. He had stopped by to talk and after he had managed to talk you to come out of the toilet, he had taken you to the teachers' lounge where he gave you some mochi he had so you would cheer up a little.

You explained the very same story to the three wives and you smiled happily, "He was so kind to me, I couldn't help but to fall for him…"

"T- that is so beautiful…!" Poor Suma sobbed, as tears ran down her face and you chuckled, "Thank you. After that, I was too shy to actually talk or confess my feelings because I didn't want him to end up in trouble because of me and my silly feelings. So I waited 2 years until I turned into an adult before I finally confessed."

"You are a very thoughtful and patient young lady," Hinatsuru said with a genuinely kind smile and her compliment made you blush.

At the same time, Gyomei couldn't agree more with her words. You had shown that you were extremely thoughtful when baking for example, or when you didn't want to taint the teacher's reputation.

"Oi, Gyomei, you're crying again." Sanemi pointed out and the huge man blinked as he felt tears run down his cheeks.

"Pardon me, I just thought about something beautiful…" He apologized and that was when he felt you staring at him, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, everything is good. Perfect in fact." He nodded as he lifted his mug but he stopped before he could take a sip and looked at you, "My beloved, would you like to taste my beer?"

"May I?"

"Of course."

"Okay," You nodded as you accepted the huge mug but before you took a sip, you sniffed it and you didn't like what you were smelling, "Stinks…"

Maybe it tasted better than it smelled? You tipped the mug and took a tiny sip before putting the pint down and coughing, "Yeah, no, not for me!"

"Ha ha, your woman is cute Gyomei!" Tengen laughed from his place before taking a long sip of his own beer.

"Oi, Tengen, are you saying we aren't cute anymore?" Makio asked and the flashy art teacher laughed, "No way, I love you three the most!"

"Tengen dear, you're so kind!" Suma cried out, and the man chuckled, "I have you three to thank for it!"

Gyomei listened carefully to how his friend talked to his wives and he briefly wondered if he should try the same with you. You were officially a couple now, and being honest to each other was important.

"Hey…" You murmured cutely as you gently pinched and tugged the huge man's shirt's sleeve to gain his attention.

"Yes, my beloved lady?" He asked and you smiled as you grabbed his hand, much to his confusion, and kissed his knuckles before you pressed the tips of his fingers against your upwards-curved lips.

"I just wanted to show you how happy I am. I'm having a blast here, everyone is so kind to me!" You confessed and Gyomei was almost taken aback by your cuteness. He actually started crying again before he could even think of a proper reply to you.

"Dear, you are crying!" You laughed as you leaned against the large man's side and reached to wipe away his tears. Gyomei nodded, "Thank you, my beloved-!"

Wait, you called him dear? Oh no, there came the fresh set of tears!

"Gyomei, dear, are you happy or sad?" You asked with a hint of worry in your voice and the man nodded, "I'm overtaken by joy…!"

"Oh, thank God," You sighed like a huge weight was lifted from your shoulders, "Those are happy tears. I was afraid that I've already made you sad and we have only been a couple less than a day."

"I can already tell, you could never upset me." He replied and you awed, "You're honestly the sweetest. I'm so happy I fell for you."

If this kept going on Gyomei was sure he would never stop crying. So he grabbed his beer mug and took a swing and you copied him with your glass of hard lemonade.

Time passed as you guys enjoyed each others' company, beverages, and good food. You all wondered what you would do on your vacations but when the same question was given to you, you were already feeling pretty tipsy and drowsy.

"I, uh… I'm not sure?" You had already drank pretty many bottles of hard lemonade and eaten one or two small bowls of tempura. Pretty much for a first-timer like you. It was a wonder that you were still awake.

"My beloved, how are you feeling?" Gyomei asked as he gently touched and stabilized your swaying body. You hummed thoughtfully, "I think I've had enough…?"

"A wise decision." The blind man nodded before he turned to address his friends and colleagues, "I hope you don't mind if we take our leave?"

"Go ahead, we might still head to a bar after this." Sanemi chuckled as the whole group dug out their wallets, ready to pay their part of the night of fun time.

"Talk about yourself!" Tengen laughed as all three wives of his clung to him like he was their lifeline in a stormy ocean. You weakly reached for your purse, but Gyomei sensed this and stopped you, "I'm paying."

"Noo…" You protested, but you weren't that assuring in your intoxicated state, and before you knew what happened, Gyomei had already paid for your drinks as well as his own.

"Alright, my beloved, time for us to go home." He said as he kneeled and picked you into his arms in bridal style like you weighed nothing at all. After bidding his friends good night, he turned and started to carry you towards home.

"I'll…" You mumbled sleepily, "I pay you back…"

"Little one, I think you may have enjoyed a little too much…" Your partner thought out loud as he carried you in his arms.

"Yeah… I did…" You nodded as you nuzzled Gyomei's broad chest, "But it was worth it though…"

"Why, if I may ask?"

"Because I’ve never felt this warm or safe before…" You sighed happily and Gyomei was taken aback by your confession.

"Little one, I-!" He was about to say, but then he felt your breathing even out and he realized that you had fallen asleep in his arms. Gyomei weighed you in his arms and thought that the best thing to do was to take you home…

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squarebracket-trickster · 9 months

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Hello! ^^

I read that you are trying to go from 120.000 words to 80.000 in the revision of your current wip (congratulations!)

I am curious about the process, can you share anything about this revision? Do you focus on cutting scenes, excessive description or dialogue? Any tips on how to work on a second draft?

P.S. I will answer your question soon :)

Hi! Thanks for the ask!

I finished my second draft about two weeks ago. I managed to cut it down from 112 572 words to 77 049 words.

Most of what I cut was over-writing: outright explaining every inch of an idea instead of letting the reader think about the implications, stating the same thing several different ways because I wasn't sure if I was clear enough, or going off on tangents that were not relevant anymore.

There were some bits of backstory and exposition that never came up again so I cut those too. There were also a bunch of moments where I felt scenes were dragging because I was describing every mundane action.

Really, I just read over my whole draft and asked myself after every sentence if that sentence was adding to the story or if cutting it might make it stronger.

One thing I should mention though is that I don't edit my first drafts. If you are someone that edits as you do, you will probably not need to cut as many words as I did.

My tips for doing major cuts would be:

Don't do your revisions in your first draft document. Open a new document and copy and paste your first draft into it, one manageable section at a time. This way you will still have a document (your first draft) with all the stuff you cut in it. It makes killing your darlings hurt less and means you can change things back if you need to.

Keep any darlings you cut but were particularly fond of. Some people keep them in a separate document. I put mine in the comments on my second draft so I could easily find them if I found a new place for them.

Be ruthless. You can always add stuff back in later.

Every time a thought goes on longer than a short sentence, ask yourself if there is a shorter way you can get it across. Sometimes there isn't.

Focus less on cutting things that don't advance the plot and more on cutting things that are repetitive, dull, or cringeworthy to read.

If you find yourself getting impatient or muttering get to the point at your own writing, cut something.

A section or line can be well-written and still make the story drag if it is not adding anything to the plot, themes, character development, or emotional beats (lows and highs). You have the choice to cut the line or try to make it serve a second purpose.

Trust the process. Every word cut adds up over time.

#wipvii #ask answered

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Hihii ikk another anon asked for writing advice but I was js wondering if you have any writing tips bc tbhh you’re like really skilled at writing and like your writing is so like genuine and like also like professional if ykwim?? Like tbh I’m not gonna be surprised if you become like a bestselling author or sum in the future 👀

(this might be a bit controversial but like some fanfic writers (basically you) are literally just better than like actual people who publish books😭🙏)

Also I was wondering if I could possibly be ☁️ anon (if not that’s okkk) <33

I keep getting that my writing is genuine & tht makes me really happy to hear for some reason considering the fact tht I feel like I overuse certain words & phrases a lot & tht some things come out sooo meh…

Anywho, I’ve said it before but I do write as I speak & in a way that could be narrated aloud (most times). Then I kinda tie tht in with like a hint of basic literature phrases? ITS HARD TO EXPLAIN HOW I WRITE FR 😭 Most of this just comes from my brain as I go

& it took a bit of practice to get to this point but I have been writing fan fiction since I was a kid… I’ve always had a thing for writing in general (Y’all should see my essays, im the biggest yapper fr) so idrk how to explain how to get better at it outside of practice & studying other people’s works.

Everyone has different writing styles but I think mine is more of like a conversational style? Again, I try to write as if I’m literally narrating the story & telling it to you guys while also making it immersive enough for you to envision yourself in it (does any of this make sense? Probably not💀🙏)

Either way, I hope this helps😭

#kamiversee!answers #k!ans: ☁️

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So awhile back I had this idea on the backburner of doing a camp camp timeskip (5 years in the future in a timeline where david & gwen adopt max, 5yl for short), originally I intended to create an askblog but as of right now I don't have the time or energy to maintain something like that, so instead I'm simply going to be sharing pieces of this story at my own pace. I started with Max because he's my favorite and I had the most ideas with which direction to pull his character - David & Gwen will come next. Realistically not every character from the show cast is involved in the mains' lives anymore so not everybody will get a design, but the main five all will.

VV Details abt 5yl max beneath the cut VV

So I see a lot of people give Max something of a goth/punk aesthetic with things like chokers and excess piercings, and while I can certainly see why that happens, I personally could never picture him going that route. I think it's possibly because he reminds me a lot of my brothers all of whom tend to have a more hipster or casual aesthetic (for a long time I gave Max a beanie and I still think he'd wear one).

Along with that though, Max just never struck me as the type to overly commit to an aesthetic - he'd care abt how he looks ofc but I definitely think he'd prioritize comfort over appearance. I also hc Max with some sensory issues so things like facial piercings or choker collars would probably be irritating to him (this is me projecting my own sensory issues lol. punks you're so cool but I could never.)

So I mostly kept his aesthetic the same and focused on adding more interest to the design - as this was intended to be an ask blog I added details people would want to ask about.

The glasses are another thing that came from one of my brothers - I've never seen anyone give Max glasses (in general unless they're a nerd people just don't think to add stuff like glasses I think), and now I really like them. He gets them when he's around 14 and I haven't yet decided what visual impairment he has. I'm thinking maybe farsighted?

The long hair was something I chose on a picrew on a whim and immediately loved. I came up with this cute story plot where Max has always wanted long hair, but could never properly get it to grow out because he was never taught how to take care of his hair. He also hated going to salons bc they didn't know how to treat his hair. Then Gwen starts giving him tips and offers to do his hair for him - an offer he's extremely apprehensive about bc his experience with people doing his hair has never been good, but she does really well. She explains that she was just taught by people in her family who knew how to deal with different hair types.

Admittedly too the long hair was a decision I stuck with bc I loathe the idea that transmascs can't have or want long hair (and yes, Max is transmasc in 5yl. David is too). At this point I've created so much hair lore I could write an essay on that alone.

As for the bear pin and the bear skull on his shirt, I wanted to give Max a hyperfixation of some kind, and I just went with bears (Ik lots of children have teddy bears and it doesn't mean they particularly love bears but it's what I had to work with lol). It's the one nature thing David managed to make him genuinely like. Funnily enough I followed a few bear-themed accounts so I could write someone w a bear hyperfixation accurately, and in doing so gave myself a bear hyperfixation for awhile.

Some other details abt 5yl Max are that he loves guns and has studied them and really wants to learn to shoot, he's properly taken up knitting and he once punched somebody for calling David an ableist slur <3

(there's a lot I've put into this but it's hard to find the words to explain when it doesn't come up naturally, so I'll share plenty more abt this au when I'm ready.)

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Drawn in MediBang Paint Pro

Camp Camp is a Rooster Teeth original series.

#Camp camp #Max cc #fanart #digital art #illustration #my art #artists on tumblr #cc5yl #Vixie Fox Witch #VFW

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honeybunchcalum · 11 months

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Waterparks show recap

The time has come! i know you were all waiting at the edge of your seats, so here it is!

TLDR: this was one of the best shows I’ve EVER been to, top 2 for sure (maybe gvf first bc I was at Jake barricade but this is def its competitor). The setlist flowed well and showed where they’ve been as a band, who they are now, and where they plan to go. I am also a sucker for crowd interaction and talk breaks and as you know at a parx show with Awsten, I definitely got them. I love waterparks *blowing kisses to them* ❤️!!!!

M&G!!!

I was nervous out of my MIND I cannot lie to you. A few of the people I went with had done a M&G before and I was going in with no previous experience and a fear of being perceived by one of my fave bands. No stakes at all, definitely!

Shout out to Jimmy, he was very cool

I initially told my friend not to film me (what the back of me looks like is not info I want to know) but she did and I’m actually really happy bc it was very cute

Awsten was on vocal rest so he was basically doing charades to everyone to make sure you could see what he wanted to say, which was very sweet

I gave them these puzzle book things + some gem pens (bc awsten mentioned solitaire + wordscapes. Yes I know this is a nerdy gift) and I think they enjoyed them!!

Geoff and Otto said that they could use them to use their brains on tour LOL

Awsten and Jawn were flipping through them and I think they liked them too

I did a group hug for the picture! ( I could not risk a waterparks-generated pose that is the most out-there scenario that no one except for them could think of)

Geoff was so nice when he asked what I wanted for the photo pose!! ❤️❤️ all around for Geoff for real

Awsten gave the best hug 🥺 love that guy

Otto + Awsten are shorter than I thought but I’m still way shorter than them LOL so I saw myself in the video going on my tip toes to hug them which is so cute I cannot lie and I wasn’t even aware I was doing it 🥺

I am SO excited for this photo, I am going to plaster it everywhere

Also saw Otto get in a huge FedEx box and pop out of it??? Another highlight tbh

more below!

Q&A recap (this is aside from the writing out tattoos requests 🙃)

Otto’s first crowd surf was in Philly!! As kind of a bit when they were opening for State Champs. He was dropped : (

Awsten’s was at a local show and he was wearing pajamas?

Awsten typing out answers on his phone for Otto and Geoff to read aloud

Aaron Gillespie FaceTime story? Cannot give accurate info bc they did not explain it clearly LMAO, but the story was mentioned bc Otto listed him as an inspiration. There was some FaceTiming happening at one point or another and Awsten (and Geoff? Like I said they did not clearly lay this story out) were getting PB&J when he was in the studio so Otto had to FaceTime them?

I honestly think that’s it from the Q&A? It was pretty short and a little chaotic

BUT I was trying to airdrop my friend something and awsten’s phone came up? Probably a joke from someone bc I think (or at least I can hope) that he has his phone named something else. I did refrain from sending something but maybe he’ll realize to change his phone name if that was him 😭

The actual show (if you’d like to read this far)

I told my friend that I wanted to get a spot where I could actually see Otto for once. It’s so difficult to see him as a short person unless you’re in the front or pretty close. I got my wish bc I was in a spot on the side where I could only see Otto clearly. Which was amazing because, as you all know, I love that guy. So I was very happy about it and I got some sick ass videos of Otto killing it on the drums (and in goggles at one point?). But very funny how I worded that and got what I asked for LOL

The M&G and the pre-show playlist is confirmed (?) to be Charlie Puth Spotify radio, which is funny but also fun and fitting. Personally, I approve.

Someone playing 2048 on another person’s Apple Watch (while it was still on their wrist), very funny

He does this at every show, but the way Awsten says “what” after anyone yells his name like it’s a conversation across the room. I can just predict how he says it

“I’m not gonna take a bereal, I’m tryna be fake as hell”

Birthday moment for Otto’s drum tech Toby, but no sex speech for him thank god

However, there was a sex mention when Awsten talked about how they were from Houston since it’s where their parents decided to have sex and live (thanks for that explanation, Awsten)

Awsten being on vocal rest until the show: “That’s so hard for someone like me”

Them promising they’d never ever ever cancel a Philly show bc we rock that hard: agreed

Geoff’s guitar spins were SPINNING and I loved them

Geoff always going to both sides of the stage and he had a PLATFORM which was sick

Crave Geoff verse of course!!

Always appreciate them thanking security bc security at that venue is awesome and they are putting in the work with how many crowd surfers there are

Groupchat 5?? times. We got High Def but the real winner surprise song in the “whatever awsten is doing” section was group chat for sure

“Otto Wood man of the year” chant (before it got into the serial killer bit which is long overdue for being funny LOL sorry) but I really was on board with the man of the year part bc it’s fucking Otto Wood, people!

Ok, I always take Awsten hyping things up with a grain of salt (topic for another time) but I have to give it to him, he was SO right about the stage design being sick as hell.

The screens were COOL and they matched the art from the album the song was from. The entertainment one was really cute with the clovers and all the purple. Plus the ghosts for crave. The smoke cannons were really cool too!! Especially during numb (side note: only one greatest hits song? Peculiar since there was SO much emphasis on it but alas another topic for another time)

Seeing everyone talk about crave….what about royal, people!!!

War Crimes FUCKS (but we knew that, though), as does ANOOE.

Closer hit really hard live and I felt it deeper than I ever have. If I heard it again live I’d probably cry

Funeral Grey eye roll thing… hear me out on this one…. when you are there in-person and are a woman (or any gender identity) prone to falling for him, such as I, it is hard not to scream about it.

Refer to above bullet point for the screams in Ritual, the telephone guitar solo, the hair flicks in stupid for you, “baby” in fuck about it…. I could go on and on and on

I realized I need to work on my camera skills bc I can’t figure out how people were getting like 5/6x zoom from the BACK OF THE PIT. My vids are blurry as hell and I feel really dumb, so pls send your support while I try to improve 😭 I need HQ vids of my band guys!!

tagging some people if you’d like to read an essay about waterparks LOL @s0livagant @jaakey @pennsylvanya

#waterparks #rambles #my show

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manofmanymons · 1 year

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do you have any tips for writing?

I feel unqualified to answer this question because 90% of my writing process is me throwing words at a paper and hoping something sticks but like I do have some things that I’ve learned are helpful to me (also I tried answering this like three days ago but tumblr force quit and deleted everything I typed and I was too tired to redo it I’m so sorry)

Although I almost feel the need to put a disclaimer here that my writing kinda falls into a very specific niche of like…dialogue heavy lighthearted character interactions written in the third person limited perspective because that’s what’s fun to me so idk if what works for me is remotely helpful to anyone else

But I would say my #1 tip would just be to make an outline

I am so serious my life got so much better when I stopped trying to write things in one straight shot and started outlining them first

The last fic I wrote had an outline that was 1.2k words long because that’s how many words I needed to organize my thoughts before I could write the actual story

Because sometimes you have certain scenes or lines of dialogue that exist very vividly in your head and you just want to write those but you don’t know how to start the fic or how to transition between the parts you wanna write and rather than getting lost in the weeds tryna write those in-between parts I say just write the part you wanna write first

Get every last little thought out of your head before you forget it

If I can’t think of the right word for something in the moment, I won’t waste time tryna figure it out, I just keep going and then come back to it later (e.g. my brain will blank on the word “asserted” so I’ll write something stupid like “said in like a confident? Authoritative way?” and then come back to it)

And once that part is over, then I’ll worry about putting those scenes in order, and I’ll write vague ideas of what I want to happen in the in-between parts. It’s hard for me to explain what I mean so I’m just gonna humiliate myself on the internet and insert this screenshot from my aforementioned 1.2k word outline

It's literally bullet points, the one paragraph I knew I wanted to write, and then more bullet points.

And that applies for dialogue too! Sometimes I don’t even know what I want these mfers to say. I will make in depth notes about how I want a conversation to go before I even think about most of the words.

And when I do write the words, sometimes my outlines will be so adverb heavy an actual writer would cry like I will legit have a whole conversation of “they said nervously” “they said awkwardly” “they said uncomfortably” “they said irritably” and then go back and fill in better words for said or add actions that convey nervousness or whatever later

BUT ALSO PERSONALLY THIS ISN’T A REAL TIP THIS IS JUST LIKE AN OPINION TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT I do not agree with people who act like you have to replace ALL of your adverbs in writing I think adverbs exist for a reason and as long as you’re not abusing them, people who complain are just being annoying alkfjdaj N E WAYS

On the topic of dialogue (like I said I write a lot of dialogue-heavy things so most of my brain power goes into dialogue okay I’m sorry) several things I like to ask when I write a line are

-Did that come out of nowhere or would a person actually say that? If it did come out of nowhere, how can I bring it up more naturally?

-Would this character react that way or did I just write what I would do? (and if it’s the latter, fix it) Here’s where I admit I cheat a little bit by heavily gravitating toward writing characters who already act similarly to me so I don’t have to think about it too much. That’s not a tip. I’m not telling you you should do that. It’s probably bad that I do that. I just felt like sharing.

-Similar note as the last one, does this line sound like something this character would say, or does it sound super generic like I could swap in any other character to this role and it would make equally as much sense?

-This tends to work better for me if the thing I’m writing for has an english dub (so you can imagine that Survive regularly gives me panic attacks when it comes to character voice and characterization and I’m in a permanent state of second-guessing myself and crying inside) but I also like to try and see if I can read the line in the character’s voice. I feel infinitely more confident in a line if I feel like I could really hear them saying it.

I realize I’ve talking mostly in terms of fanfic writing specifically but like other than that last one it can apply to original stuff too y’know like you wanna write your characters consistently and make sure you’re not randomly changing their personality and how they talk just to fit a situation

Obviously I'm not infallible and I've probably fucked up my own advice before but to quote alice in wonderland, I give myself some very good advice but I very seldom follow it

Uhhh, use whatever perspective you’re writing in to your advantage. I like third-person limited because it lets me convey certain thoughts/feelings through the style of like,,,the paragraphs themselves without always having to write their exact thoughts + I can really hone in on the perspective character.

But like if you’re a fan of first person then you can really go ham with writing the whole thing in their voice, and if you’re into third-person omniscient then you don’t have to confine yourself to the knowledge of one character, you can flat out say what everyone is doing/thinking and why they’re doing/thinking it.

If you are like me and you like to confine yourself to a specific perspective character, one thing I have a hard time doing sometimes but I think you just gotta do is…leave some things unsaid. Y’know like as the writer you know why a certain character is acting a certain way, but your perspective character doesn’t. You can say why they think the other character is doing something, but I think you gotta ask yourself “is this character good at reading people/do they know this person really well or would they more likely misunderstand?” Sometimes they can be an unintentionally unreliable narrator, as a treat.

Don’t be afraid to use the ctrl+F if you think you may have accidentally used a certain word or phrase too many times. I’m a California valley gal do you have any idea how many “likes” I have to edit out of my rough drafts

Other than all that I guess I would just say…fuck around and have fun with it. Sure I write in a certain perspective now, but I messed around with first and even second person pov before. I’m not trying to sound wise or motivational I am being 100% serious when I say just write for yourself. Don’t even think about whether your writing appeals to others. Go girl (gender neutral) give us a fic about that character/ship that only you like.

Literally my first fic in Survive fandom was a painfully self-indulgent deep dive into a character that at the time I was like 90% positive no one but me gave a shit about and I had more fun with it than you could ever imagine

Write in a weird format. Write 0 dialogue. Write only dialogue. Get overly descriptive or poetic. Refuse to describe anything. Try imitating a writer you like. Write a canon x OC fic. I cannot stress enough how much I think you should just do whatever you want.

#what do I even tag this as #anon how do I make sure you see this #i know this isn't a survive thing but i feel like you probably know me from survive fandom ToT #digimon survive

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Tale of Alora- Chapter 13: Certain Developments

After storming out of the inn, Alora could barely even think straight. Between the lingering aches of the contractions and the feeling of betrayal, she didn’t even pay attention to where she was going. Before she knew it she was on the edge of town, at a farm. Walking on, she took a seat on a stump at the edge of the property, wiping the tears from her cheeks and rubbing the tight part of her back. “Alora?” came a familiar voice, and turning around the elf was met with the concerned gaze of Aluma. Wiping the tears off her cheeks, Alora turned away from the large girl, hoping to save face. “Oh! Hey Aluma… I didn’t realize this was your farm. I was just… going for a walk” Alora explained. “A walk? In the dark? Alone?” Aluma said, her hands on her hips as she looked down at the elf. “Come on, let's head inside and you can tell me what's wrong.” She said, reaching a hand down to help Alora to her feet, lifting her from the stump with ease. Alora made her way towards the homestead, trying to gather her thoughts. As she made it to the door, she turned and was surprised Aluma was still standing by the stump. In the dim light Alora couldn’t really tell what the hold up was, but eventually Aluma began to come down the path, swaying side to side. “Sorry to impose Aluma, I just… needed a break from Ben…” Alora said, sighing and shaking her head a bit. “I just… I guess I need to talk to someone who actually understands what I’m going through?” She added, looking at the giantess’ bump, noticing it looked a bit lower than the last time she’d seen it. “Yeah… I get that. Men don’t often… fully understand” Aluma responded, a bit out of breath, moving past Alora to open the door and lead inside. “Take a seat on the couch, I’ll get us something warm to drink.” Alora nodded, finding a seat on the couch that is much larger than her small frame would need. Looking around the modest living space, she saw a few trinkets and a painting. It’s fairly worn, but shows Aluma towering over a male elf. His wild blue hair is a perfect match to how Aluma has described her husband, Tip. ‘They look happy together.’ Alora thought as she looked around. ‘Hopefully he gets back before their kid comes.’ Aluma walked back in, handing over a cup of broth. “So tell me, what did Ben do now?” she asked, leaning back into the large chair, resting her hands on her bump. Shaking her head, Alora scowled down at her reflection in the broth. “Well.. it's a long story, but he just doesn’t seem to understand how hard this whole pregnancy has been for me. You know from our talks with Jandyce, my body just isn't built for this. And he doesn’t get how stressed I’ve been either.” She ranted, taking a sip of the broth. Aluma chuckled a bit, “I see. You’re mad, and he doesn’t get why. This can’t be the first time that’s happened. So what makes this time different?” A bit taken back by her friend's blunt reply, Alora looked back down at herself in the broth, her long hair dangling around her face. “I guess I’m just at my breaking point. I can’t do this Aluma. I’m not strong enough to do this alone like you. But I’m also too stubborn and angry to let people help.” A weak, nervous chuckle left the elves' lips. “Some mother right?”

Aluma shook her head. “You know you really shouldn’t think so poorly of yourself. You’re in a stressful situation. It’s probably best if you avoid judging yourself. Pregnancy makes it tough to think straight sometimes.” Alora tried to take her friend's words to heart, but her mind still raced with the feeling of failure, the kicking of her baby only adding more unwanted thoughts. “Well if it was just hormones, it would come and go right? I’ve been feeling like this for months now, and its only getting worse. How have you managed to push through?”

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Alora looked back up to see why Aluma hadn’t replied. She felt the blood drain from her face as she could see Aluma clenching her teeth, her eyes shut, sweat on her forehead, and hands clenching an obviously contracting belly. After a moment Aluma opened her eyes, and between heavy breaths addressed the obvious. “Yeah… sorry to interrupt. I’ve been in l- heh- labor since noon…but er- do keep going,” Looking down at her bump she braced as another contracting began to ramp up as Alora dropped her cup of broth to the floor in shock. —-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hearing a commotion as she woke up, it didn’t take long for Nelia to realize she was in a cell. The early light of dawn seeped in through the small window. She instinctively moved to rub her eyes, but found that her hand didn’t move more than a few inches. She was shackled. As her grogginess quickly vanished, she began to feel the panic wash over her.

‘Nonononononono, not again!!’ She screamed in her mind as she pulled against her bonds, looking around to try and find a way out. She could barely breathe, the walls were quickly closing in around her. Then suddenly she heard a familiar voice from outside the cell. “Nelia! Nelia! Calm down, it's me! Ben!” He called out, trying to snap her back to reality. Ben couldn’t have been here. This was prison. This was the dungeon she’d been locked in for months, where the only people she ever saw were the people coming to prod her some more. Looking over, she saw him and stared at him long enough to figure out that he was real, and this was not the same dungeon. Slowly, she began to relax a bit, though the feeling of panic in her chest remained. “What… The last thing I remember is they surrounded me and…” “I know I know.” Ben interjects, rubbing his temples. “They are going to put you on trial once the sun fully rises. I’ve spent the whole night trying to convince them you aren’t a threat. But it’s only because of the Captain and Beth that I’m not in there with you… It seems like I’m going to have to be the one to defend you…and if I fail, well…”

Nelia nodded, but still fidgeted, the feeling of the chains and lack of mobility only serving to increase her anxiety. “This is all my fault… I shouldn’t have left the inn… I shouldn’t have made things worse with Alora….” She said, helpless to stop the tears now rolling down the sides of her face, turning her head away from Ben. “They’re going to kill me aren’t they…” Ben was shocked to see the usually cheerful girl break down like this. He turned to talk to the guard, garnering enough sympathy to at least be let into the cell. Walking over he knelt next to the slab the demon is chained to, grabbing her hand in his. “The town is divided. We’re lucky to have made some friends while we’ve been here. This definitely is a tight spot, but we’ll make it through. I don’t think the people in this town are really bad.” Turning her head to look back at Ben, her eyes puffy and red, she whimpered. “Where’s Alora? Is she ok?” Ben shook his head. “I don’t know where she is. She never came back last night, but she can handle herself. Right now we gotta worry about you.” His mind was racing though, of all times for Alora to go missing, why now. ‘How am I supposed to find Alora and keep Nelia safe at the same time? Come on Alora, get back here so we can work this out…’ He thinks to himself before he put a hand on Nelia’s belly, surprised at how active the baby inside was. Even Nelia seemed to look at him curiously, as if the baby had reacted to his touch.

“The fact you are pregnant is part of what's helping us honestly. It's helping get people to our side, though Jandyce is convinced you’re the first wave of a Demon invasion and if you pop all is lost.” He explained. Nelia chuckled a little at that, “Yeah… I’m such a threat. Walking troop carrier over here.” She joked, sniffling a bit, but getting a bit of a grip on herself. “I met her for all of two seconds and…I kinda know why Alora has been so stressed out now.” Before either of them could continue, the voice of Beth called out from outside the small room, the innkeeper tossing a bag of dried meat into the cell, “Ben told me you love this stuff. I know it probably isn’t much to take your mind off things, but it’s what I can do without knowing what your plan is. “

Looking at each other, Ben sighed. “Our only hope is them realizing that she’s not a threat and is in fact on our side. So I hope meeting her and hearing our story is gonna be enough.” He explained, taking a strip of the dried meat and feeding it to Nelia as best he can. “You know seeing how much I’ve helped you guys, I think the least you can do is fill me in on what that story is don’t you?” Beth explained, pulling up a chair outside. Leaning over to the guard, she slips him a bag of cash. “A little privacy Mike?” She whispers to the man, who simply nods and slips out of the hall. Ben looks a bit shocked. “Really? You think bribery will help our case?” Nelia spoke up, her mouth still full of the salty flesh, “Yeah, and what kind of name is Mike anyway? Is he a friend of yours?” Beth chuckled, “Don’t you worry about him, he’ll keep his mouth shut. He and I go way back, so he knows better than to argue with me. Now, tell me how this all started…”

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“Nnnnggggghhhhhhhh” Groaned the giantess, now sprawled out over the couch, clutching her belly as it contracted once again. Doing her best to catch her breath she looked down over her bump at Alora. “Heh… how’s it look… looking down there?” She asked, bracing for when the next one will hit.

“I… I don’t know? It’s been hours, Aluma. The way you were talking made me think the kid was already halfway out of you, I definitely had time to go get hel-” Alora stopped short as she saw the muscles of Aluma’s body begin to tense up. “A… already?!?” The elf looked around frantically, grabbing a rag to wash the sweat from Aluma’s brow. A combination of a groan and scream left the laboring girl's lips, as the contraction subsided. “Alora… Alora I think I need to start pushing with the next one…” Alora went pale, grabbing Aluma’s hand. “What.. what can I do?!? I.. I’m no help to you! I’m no help to anyone! If I hadn’t shown up, you would have gone to get help! I’ve only made this worse for you!” Alora looked down, her hands numb, her legs weak. It took every bit of willpower she had not to curl up in the corner. Seeing the pain of childbirth firsthand, she vowed within herself. ‘If someone as strong as Aluma can barely do this, what hope do I have… The safest thing I can do for the baby is to just stay pregnant… Maybe Ben was onto something.. Maybe he just didn’t want to tell me… He knows me better than anyone at this point. He had to have figured it out. If we keep up our quest, it’ll be my end’ “AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Alora snapped back to reality as Aluma clenched down, pointing between her legs. Alora darted over and was met with a surprise as Aluma pushed. “I… I think I see the head? How hard are you pushing?!?” Alora called out in shock. “H….here we go AHHHH!!!!” Aluma shouted, pushing as another contraction rocked through her body. After a few more pushes, Alora felt the baby pop free, and after an instinctual smack came the shrill, but strong cry of a baby girl. Looking down at the new life in her arms, Alora couldn’t stop the tears. To her surprise, she could feel a smile on her face as she wrapped a blanket around the newborn. She leaned over to place her in the arms of her exhausted mother. “Aluma… Here’s your daughter…” Alora said, doing her best not to sob. Brushing the sweaty and matted blonde hair from the new mom's face “So… what's her name?” Out of breath, and overcome with emotion as she looked into the eyes of her child, Aluma smiled, looking up. “Golia… Her name is Golia.” The baby curled up in the arms of her mother, her short but pointed ears a reminder of her father. “I’m sorry Tip couldn’t be here… I’m sure he’d be so proud.” Alora said softly, basically collapsing into the seat behind her. “I know he is. And he and I both knew that she’d probably come while he was away.” Aluma explained. “And besides, you filled in great. I’m so proud of you. You may not think you are strong, and your stress and worry is understandable. But you just stepped up big time to help me. We’re friends, yes, but any love you have for me I’m sure will pale compared to the love for your baby.” She explained, smiling wide at the babe. “Trust me, you’ll be an amazing Mom… and labor isn’t as bad as I was expecting…” She laughed softly Wiping the tears from her cheeks, Alora smiled over at the pair. “Well I’d be lying if I said I’m not feeling a lot right now… but stop worrying about me, try to rest, recover.” Walking over, the elf grabbed a blanket to drape over the mother and daughter. “I’m gonna head back to town, let everyone know about the town's newest citizen! And I should probably apologize to Ben. I’ll be back soon!”

The large mother nodded, “We’ll be here… Take your time.” Nodding back Alora headed out the door, squinting at the bright light of the rising sun as she made her way back down the path to the city center. As she walked, she felt her aches and pains return, the adrenaline of being an impromptu midwife wearing off. “You just stay in there ok?” Alora muttered at her belly. “We’ll find a way to stop the contractions or whatever keeps happening to me, but I’m not letting you out of there. Not until I’m strong enough…” Letting her thoughts wander, she heard shouting from the town square, poking her head around the corner, she saw Ben standing on top of a makeshift podium. ��What the…. What is he doing?” Alora said, unable to make out what he’s saying over the commotion of the crowd. Scanning around, she feels her knees go weak once again, as she saw Nelia, chained to a post, guards all around her, with Jandyce shouting to the crowd, pointing at the demon. The older woman's shrill screaming is picked up by the elves' ears. “This threat to our civilization cannot be tolerated! I call all those to make the tough choice with me. SLAY THE DEMON!!”

#pregocs #taleofalora

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Domino Chapter Four

The domino effect. How one thing happening can cause a chain reaction. How were you supposed to know a call home made by your cousin would be the tipping domino that sets off the next several years of your life?

WARNINGS: This is not a XReader type story. There will be OCs. Rindou X OC, Ran X OC. Mentions of various Bonten things and events that have only happened in the manga. If you haven't read the manga, and don't anything to be spoiled...DO NOT READ THEN!

I had this on my old account, before I was shadow banned. I just simply moved it all over to my new account this new shiny one. There is also all my fannon dumbs and The Story of Us.

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"You're what?" Draken and Mitsuya's jaws both dropped, gawking at me in utter shock.

We were standing just outside Angry and Smiley's ramen shop where everyone else was already gathered and catching up. I had already made my decision on whether or not to live in the Haitani house, and I thought it was necessary Mitsuya and Draken know. Telling Tora wasn't an option at the moment, and telling everyone else seemed like a nightmare. The only two I thought it necessary to tell were the twin dragons in front of me.

"You're kidding." Mitsuya chuckled in shock.

"No way in hell." Draken snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

Rolling my eyes I ran a hand through my hair. "It's not your decision, Draken, and no I'm not joking. I'm moving into the Haitani penthouse with Anaiya." If I was being honest, it felt unreal coming out of my own mouth.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Both snapped a little too loudly at me. I shushed them both angrily and looked behind me to see if anyone had heard and was coming out to see what was going on. Thankfully, no one had.

"Will you two keep your voices down!" I growled and turned back to face them. "Look, in case you forgot, I'm not some brainless idiot. I know what I'm doing. I just need you to trust me."

"Kira, you're moving in with two of the most notorious hitmen around. Not to mention there two of Mikey's inner circle. You expect us to be ok with this?" Mitsuya reasoned, his fists clutched at his side and dark hair falling into his eyes.

"I expect you to trust me." I stated a little to shortly. "I know who these two are. I know who I'm dealing with. But Anaiya is marrying one of them, and pretty soon will be one of them, so I think I owe it to her to get to know the people she's chosen to be her family. I owe at least that much." I explained with a heavy sigh.

"What about Mikey?" Draken's voice was deeper, more ominous in those words.

I looked up to him and shrugged. "I've dealt with Mikey our owl lives. I may not know how severely he's changed this time, but it can't be all that different from when he had Kanto Manji. I'll do what I have to do." I know it sounded naïve coming out of my mouth, but I knew too well what I was dealing with. Mikey hadn't been the same since Emma died. He went dark, and from the looks of things, he stayed that way. I would deal with Mikey how I needed to.

"I'm assuming you want this kept secret?" Mitsuya asked and Draken scoffed at the idea, but I nodded.

"Yes, please." I pleaded a little. "Everyone has happy normal lives now. I am not going to ruin that. And when it comes to Tora, I want this kept to just the three of us until I decide to tell him." I crossed my arms and pointed a look to Draken, who I knew was the one who would try and fight me on it.

"Why would you keep this from him? You're probably the closest to him other than Chifuyu. He should know." The above six-foot man looked down at me, his distaste for the idea written on his face clear as day.

I wanted to rip every inch of my hair out. "Draken, I am confiding in you because I trust you'll keep a level head about it. Mitsuya too. I have always been able to tell you two things. Kazutora would one of two things: try and stop me anyway he could, or he'd attempt to join Bonten's ranks to try and protect me. Neither of those things will end well for any of us. Am I making a mistake in trusting you?" I snapped at him, my face red with agitation and annoyance.

After a long pause, and a couple of anxious looks from Mitsuya, Draken finally exhaled heavily and said, "No." Relaxing at the sound of it, I let my shoulders drop as the tension left them. "But," I didn't like the sound of that, "you gotta promise us you'll keep us informed and call us if you need help. I don't care if you don't want to danger anyone's happy normal lives. You're family, and we stick together." He looked down at me sternly before pulling me into a hug after I nodded in agreement. "Don't do anything stupid." He added softly as Mitsuya joined in on the embrace.

The party went on as carefree and joyful as they always had in the past. The only thing different is it was legal for us to be drunk. I got to catch up with everyone and hear all about the lives they were now living. The second I had walked in the door, Mitsuya and Draken behind me, Kazutora latched himself to my side. All to Chifuyu's dismay might I add.

The night went on with large pints of beer and the telling of old stories and reliving of old memories. Even the ones that included Keisuke, and to my credit I only teared up at some. I held it together pretty well, and by the end of the night, the idea of stay in Tokyo didn't seem so bad.

Draken offered his and Inui's spare room to me for the night, but I kindly declined. I thought it best I went ahead and started my life in the Haitani Penthouse. I had wanted to walk, but he wouldn't hear of it. So, instead Mitsuya and Draken both paid a taxi to take me.

The place was obviously at the top of a tall building, a very extravagant and posh apartment complex with a special guarded elevator to their penthouse. I had to show the two suit dressed men the access card Anaiya had given me before they allowed me entrance. Once they pressed a small golden button to the left of them they separated and allowed me to enter elevator itself.

The elevator was even fancy with large mirrors making the walls and a golden bar wrapping around to hold onto. One dinging at the top a small screen at the top right corner flashed the word "Arrived". The doors opened and another man in a suit greeted me, this one however was not a guard and rather a butler of sorts.

"Yours bags, madam?" He held his hands out for the two duffel bags I clutched onto tightly. I looked at him cautiously, eyeing him up and down with distrust. "I'll take them to your room for you, Miss." He added after a moment, attempting to calm my suspicions.

"Uh, sure." I caved awkwardly. I handed over the bags, watching him struggle with the heaviness of one bag. "You got it?" I raised a brow, nearly offering to take the bag back for him.

"Yes, ma'am. No worries." He said quickly before turning and allowing me to walk a head of him. "There is some coffee in the kitchen for you, and I can have something made for you if you're hungry."

I shook my head, weirded out by the whole ordeal. "The coffee is fine. I'll get myself some." I quickly said, not wanting to burden this man with doing anything else for me.

"The kitchen is just head behind those doors. I will take your bags to your room just up the stairs and down the hall to the right." He nodded kindly and turned to do as he said he would. I watched him walk up the spiraling stairs and turn to the right and disappear down the hallway.

After he was gone I self-consciously walked to the doors he said held the kitchen behind them. As I did I looked all around at the grand room I assumed was the living room. Plastered within the wall was a massive TV that combated with the size of a theatre screen with a large white couch shaped in a half circle sitting front of it, to the right of this was a wall entirely made of glass with a sliding door to grant access to the balcony just outside. This was just the living room.

I pushed the doors open to the kitchen where I saw nothing but top of the line stainless steel equipment surrounded by sparking black marble counters and elegant pitch cabinets. Hanging over a marble island were extravagant and yet simple sphere lights and to one side of the island were tall deep grey island chairs. Along another floor-to-ceiling window was a dark colored table with matching chairs-I assume this is where Anaiya probably held the Haitani's at gun point to have family breakfast or dinner.

"This place is insane." I muttered is awe to myself.

"I'm glad you like it." I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of Ran Haitani's voice. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He offered as a calm apology.

"S'ok." I coughed out, attempting to slow my racing heart. "I didn't think anyone was up at this time." I looked at the purple light reading the time 3:57.

Shrugging Ran offered only a, "Just got in." I looked him over and noticed the still damp hair and the reddening knuckles it looked like he scrubbed aggresivly.

"Oh." Was all I offered back.

There was a stale and uncomfortable silence that lingered a little too long. I don't think either of us knew what to say to one another. This whole thing had been Anaiya's idea, and I don't think Ran thought I would be joining their household until the following day.

"I'm sorry to crash in on you like this. Anaiya doesn't really like the word 'no'." I laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of my head.

Ran Haitani shrugged again, pouring a cup of coffee lazily. "You're important to her. I don't see why I should have a problem with it." He put the pot of coffee down and held out the half filled cup to me.

I took it nervously and muttered quick thank you. I didn't know if it was the beer resting in my stomach or the fact that there wasn't enough of it to qualm my nerves about the whole ordeal, but I was more fidgety than normal in the quieter Haitani's presence.

"I'm not normally so skittish." I finally blurted out. The alcohol caused a lack of a filter it seemed. "I mean, I'm normally calmer and cool. I don't usually seem so twitchy and I definitely attack people at first sight. So, I'm sorry for earlier today." I rambled, unsure how to talk to this man. Our whole lives I had only ever heard of the violent things when it came to him and his brother. And I'd seen first hand their combative skills when Toman and Tenjiku battles. But I had never spoke to him. Not once. Or been this close in contact to either him or his brother.

He looked up from his cup of coffee he had poured, and with eyes that seemed understanding, he gave me a small smirk. "I get it. You don't have to explain it to me." He gestured his head to the table near the window and guided me there. Obviously I was about to have some conversation with Anaiya's soon to be husband...and I was nearly drunk for it.

He sat across from me and with a genuine smile said, "Anaiya has told me a lot about you. About how you two grew up, and honestly, it's not much different from mine and Rindou's story." I definitely was not sober enough for this talk.

"We didn't have a whole lot." I muttered, taking a drink of the strong black liquid, hoping it would sober me up a little. "I'm sure she told you about Gran and how we lived in a cramped apartment." I didn't like to think on those days. The days when Gran worked herself to her grave in that packing plant on the assembly line, or how she couldn't afford food after paying the bills so we'd go out stealing from small stores or meat trucks.

"Rin and I only had our Granny, until she died and all we had was each other." He offered up, attempting to let me know he knew what it was like. "Being the oldest I look all the responsibility for Rindou, and that included protecting him and making sure no one or thing could hurt him. So, I get it. You're reaction today, I understand."

I looked up at his and saw not an ounce of resentment or malice in his eyes. Something about that made me feel a little less nervous and a little more guilty.

"She was such a crybaby." I laughed under my breath. "Anaiya I mean. She'd cry at the smallest things. And that made her a walking target for teasing and bullying." A small smile pulled at my lips as I thought back on it. "Gran had to work a lot, and she didn't have time to watch us during the day, so we went to the neighbors house. That's how we met Mikey. It was his grandfather. He's the one who offered to enroll us in his dojo, free of charge since he was friends with Gran."

"I can't see Anaiya doing anything that involves sweating." Ran laughed which made me chuckle along with him.

"Oh, she took one class and quiet the next day. Instead she stayed in the back with Emma or Shinichiro would watch them." I admitted with a giggle. "No, I'm the one who took the classes. Mikey, Keisuke, and myself." I fought the frown tugging at my lips at the memory. It was a good one, but sometimes, it still made me want to cry.

"So you took karate lessons?" Ran inquired with an arched brow as he took a sip of his coffee. "Couldn't tell." His sarcasm was palpable.

Snorting I shook my head. "Yeah, I took 'em. And I enjoyed the lessons, don't get me wrong, but I didn't really do it for myself."

"You did it to protect Anaiya, right?" Ran said knowingly.

Nodding my head I said, "Once I knew how to fight, no one could tease or pick on her again. They'd have me to deal with if they did." I took another sip of coffee and then continued. "Once we got to middle school Mikey got this idea to start a delinquent gang. Said it was a great opportunity, and that we wouldn't want for anything. It was supposed to be fun, and for a while it was."

"But?" Ran asked after I had paused and let silence hang in the air once more.

I took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. "But then Shinny died and Tora went to juvie, and then suddenly Gran got sick. Things weren't super fun for a while, and once Gran died things got messy. I had to do something to keep me and Anaiya alive and she couldn't survive on the streets. So, I started stealing from those we beat up, or lifting any money from the cars Keisuke planned to lit up. Somehow I managed to keep us a float until I could get a job. We both got one. Nothing super great, and we only made enough to get this dingy little one bedroom, but it was enough for us." I shrugged off the memory of the person I had to be in order to survive. The memories of just scraping by.

"Anaiya just said you made sure to take care of everything. She said you made sure she didn't have to dirty her hands with anything." Ran said flatly, probably to not offend me with some sort of sympathy and I was grateful for that.

"I did. Anaiya was sensitive and kind, and I didn't want what happened to us to change that. So, I did what I had to do and I've never felt guilty or apologized for it." I said sternly.

Ran went quiet for a moment, letting me reel back in all the memories and close the boxes of my past. But it wasn't long before he asked a hard hitting question. Once I knew he debated on asking.

"Why did you leave then?"

I looked back up to his eyes, they were steady and serious, staring right at me and not daring to look away. Apart of me didn't want to talk about it with him. Not because he was prying too far into my past, or because he was just the guy my cousin was marrying. No, it was because of who he was, and where he was when the reason I left happened.

"The Bloody Halloween."

His face didn't even flinch. He kept the bored and yet serious look on his face. He knew what I was talking about, but he wouldn't show that he cared or even felt anything about it. He wasn't to blame for that day. He was just there. And he knew that. So, who was I to blame him or Rindou for any of it.

I took a deep breath, remembering that he wasn't his fault Keisuke died. Remembering that even if someone like Rindou or Ran had called for help, Keisuke wouldn't have survive. Not after he plunged that scrap metal into his abdomen, and thus ending his own life.

"When Keisuke died, something in me cracked. It's never fully healed, or I never let it heal I guess is the right way to say that." I admitted, biting the inside of my cheek. "Once he was gone I focused everything I had into Anaiya. Keeping her safe and out of Kisaki's way, and just keeping us alive. I didn't want to blame anyone but Kisaki for what happened that day."

"Kisaki Tetta?" Ran inquired curiously. I nodded.

"That bastard deserved worse than what he fucking got." I bit venomously. "I just wanted to keep Anaiya away from him, but then Mikey allowed him to merge Toman and Valhalla together. And things just got worse from there. I tried hard to not blame Mikey for anything, I really did. For Iya's sake since she felt so deeply for him then." I gripped the cup in my hand tightly, nearly afraid I'd crush it from the pressure. I'm sure my face twisted into something for hateful and angered in those moments.

Ran to his credit didn't hold an ounce of judgment in his eyes. Not when he asked, "What changed?"

I gritted my teeth in the memory. If Mikey had been standing in front of me I would have strangled him.

"Kisaki killed Emma. Mikey disbanded Toman, the only family Anaiya and I had left, and then he turned away from all of us. I started to hear about all the cruel things he was doing with Kanto Manji...with you guys." I looked down at my cup again, not wanting to look Ran in the eyes as I admitted what I had to say. I didn't want him to think I blamed him at all for Mikey's actions, but the younger me had. "I had a plan to get me and Iya out of there. Hit the road and never look back, but she decided to stay."

"And you couldn't." He finished for me, once again without judgment or faulting me for what I had done then.

I nodded. "With Emma and Keisuke both dead, I couldn't watch Anaiya submit herself to the same fate. So, I left."

"She doesn't blame you, you know." Ran offered a crumb of comfort. "Never has. All I've ever heard of you since the day I met her were praises of you. Said you were some great traveler seeing the world, and she couldn't be prouder of you for it." He leaned back into his chair, stretching out his long legs.

I nodded in understanding. "I know."

A paused hung over us again for a fleeting moment before Ran stretched and yawned aloud. "And as for Mikey, she didn't pin for him much longer after you left. A few years maybe, but eventually she didn't follow along behind me and stopped offering to take care of him."

"I assume I have to thank you for that miracle." I smiled weakly.

He smirked and shrugged a little. "I don't think I deserve all the credit, but I got tired of seeing her be pushed to the side. She deserved the world, and Mikey hardly gave her dirt."

"Thank you." I said clearly, looking him in his eyes. "Thank you for doing what I couldn't."

He stopped smiling and looked to the wall. "I didn't do much. I think you did most of the work. I just helped finish it." He cracked his neck and looked to me from the corner of his eyes. "She comes before Mikey to me. I want you to know that."

I felt the tears catch in my throat. I don't think I could voice the appreciation or complete thankfulness that he had done what I had prayed for her over and over and over. Someone came along and put her first. Ran came and made her his world.

"Mikey is my boss, and on the good days my friend. But I don't blame you for feeling the way you do about him. That's between the two of you. But when it comes to Anaiya, I'm with you infinitely."

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