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justlillythinking · 1 year

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hey! I love the na'vi x human!reader trope a lot so I want to request lo'ak smut where they.. try to make it fit? Only in case you are comfortable with it of course! thank you a lot! <3

lo’ak x human!reader smut

2.7k words

repost since the last one got marked

warnings- aged up lo'ak!!!! sex, underage drinking, fingering, size difference, making out, etc.

GIF by helicarrier

i got so carried away.

in this fic, neteyam survives and quaritch dies. y/n and spider and the sully family return safely to the forrest. this event takes place several years after the battle where quaritch is killed, the clan being unbothered. also let’s pretend exopacks aren’t needed, reader can just breath the air bc of a tea that ronal made for humans to breath air or something idk.

laughter echos around the forrest as neteyam, lo’ak, some other teenagers from the village, spider, kiri, and i sit in front of fire, passing around a bottle and talking. this morning, me and lo’ak went to the abandoned military base and found some ‘alcohol’ from the old food crates. jake had told us about alcohol before, and we wanted to see what would happen since it wasn’t going to ever get used. it’s turns out it’s pretty good(but not good tasting), now that all of us are drinking and laughing.

kiri says we should play 7 minutes in heaven, a game that she read about in her mothers old diaries. apparently, you spin a bottle and whichever two players it lands on have to go into another room and sit together for 7 minutes, allowed to do anything. it seems like we all simultaneously agree, and i wink at lo’ak (one thing about this alcohol is that it makes me bold; letting me do all the things i’ve always wanted to do, but thought about twice or got too scared). he stares at me wide eyed before chuckling and winking, leaving my cheeks pink.

we put the bottle in the center, sitting on the ground around it. i sit next to kiri and her friend, both of them eyeing their target kisses. kiri stand up to explain the rules to the group.

“ok guys! the way that this game works is pretty simple, you spin the bottle twice and whoever the two people that the neck of the bottle points to have to go in that closet for 7 minutes. oh and to spice it up, if you stay in the closet for less than 7 minutes you have to take a shot.”

everyone nods and kiri sits back down. i make eye contact with lo’ak again, this time kiri’s friend alo’ya notices and gives me a playful shove and leans down in my ear, whispering, “i bet if it lands on you two, you’re totally going to fuck.”

i laugh, “no way, he doesn’t like me like that! i wish though.”

“fine,” she says, “if you’re so sure then if i’m right, you have to do my cleaning duties for a week. same goes for me if you’re right.”

“deal”, i snicker and shake her hand.

kiri leans into the middle, spinning the bottle. turns out bottles don’t spin well on grass, the glass barley moving. we laugh before neteyam gets up and grabs a flat stone to spin it on. he sets the bottle down and turns it before sitting down. when it stops turning, it lands on kiri and spider, who both blush before getting up and go into the closet. everyone goes quiet as we try to hear what they’re saying or doing, only hearing little laughs and small talk. i groan, wondering if they’re just going to talk the whole time.

it seems alo’ya is thinking the same thing; she gets up and bangs in the door, drunkly yelling, “if you two don’t hurry up and kiss, i think it’s majority time that you have to take a shot.”

i laugh and make small talk with her while the 7 minutes passes. when the timer goes off, spider comes out blushing and kiri wipes her lips off. people woop and make kissy noises, both of their cheeks getting red.

“ok let’s spin it again.”

this time spider spins it both times, landing on lo’ak and alo’ya. my heart sinks a little as they both stand up, but alo’ya pats my back and tells me not to worry. they both walk into the closet and it goes quiet again, everyone trying to listen. the room is completely silent and so is the closet.

i hear lo’ak clear his throat after about 15 seconds of silence.

“umm…” he starts.

“so umm…”

they sit in awkward silence for 10 more seconds before alo’ya says, “yeah i don’t think this is gonna work, shots?”

lo’ak lets out a relived sigh just as i do too, thankful for her playing my wingman.

“yeah, i could definitely use a shot”, he says, laughing.

the closet doors open, both of them standing as far a way from each other as possible. kiri pours both of them a shot, they gulp them before sitting down. i give alo’ya a thankful smile as she winks at me.

a couple more rounds are played before it lands on me and kiri. we both giggle and go into the closet, drunkenly joking. i whisper to her, “so how good was your kiss with spider?”

she giggles, “it was so good. he’s so cute and it was so sweet and i think i might be in love with him?? i don’t know though i’m so drunk and he’s literally like half my height but y/n it was so good.”

i laugh before responding, “ ok kiri come on be serious he’s only like”, i pause, holding a pinched finger in front of my face, “ he’s only like a foot and a half shorter that’s not that bad.”

she sits very seriously, contemplating what i said. i laugh at her sudden change in demeanor.

“yeah i guess you’re right.” she snickers and looks at me.

“i don’t know why i’m complaining, you’re actually half of lo’ak's height. i guess that’s good though, you wouldn’t even have to get in your knees-“

i gasp and slap her hands.

“kiri do not say that!! you’re so dirty minded! plus i’m not even that short and you know it.”

“i’m just saying!! like would it even fit-“

we both start laughing like hyenas and before we know it the timer goes off. kiri and i stumble back down still laughing, now because she is hiccuping since she’s so drunk. neteyam gives her a look before clearing his throat, “ kiri, i think it’s time you go home. you don’t need anymore to drink.”

she starts to complain before spider interjects, “you’re right neteyam, i’ll walk her back to her tent.”

i giggle and wiggle my eyebrows at her, alo’ya yelling, “go get some girl!” as they walk off.

once they’re gone i get up and spin the bottle, it landing on me the first spin. i spin it again and it lands on lo’ak. i giggle and grab his hand, pulling him into the closet with me. once i close the door, i turn around to see him staring at me with a smirk. god, seeing this man smirk does things to me.

“someone seems excited to be alone with me, huh?”

i blush and look down at my feet, losing all my new found confidence.

“well i mean it’s a fun game-“

“no, no,” he’s says, grabbing my chin and tilting it up to look at him, “don’t get all shy on me.”

i stare up at him and nod, trying to keep myself together as his huge hand lets go of my chin. i blush again and smile, looking him in the eyes before my gaze drops to his lips. he notices and laughs, licking his lips.

“lo’ak?”

“yeah y/n?”

i giggle again before whispering like i’m about to tell him a secret, “did i ever tell you that you’re like… really really pretty?”

he laughs shaking his head.

“well lo’ak, i think you’re really pretty and i love your eyes and you hair and i really like how tall are because sometimes i wish i was tall-“

he cuts off my drunken rambling, grabbing my waist. his touch sends butterflies into my stomach, sobering me up quickly. i look up and him and put my hands on his lean chest.

he leans down, warm breath fanning on my neck and sending shivers all down my back.

“can i kiss you y/n?”

i nod up at him before standing on my tip toes, pressing my warm lips against his. his hands tighten around my waist, lifting me up to wrap my legs around his torso. i feel my back hit the wall of the closet, grabbing his hair hard. he groans into my mouth, moving his hands to grab my ass. he breaks from the kiss, moving to kiss my neck. i quietly moan as he sucks hickies onto my neck, swiping his wet tongue over them when he finishes.

just as he goes to suck another hickey, the timer goes off. he laughs before setting me down, opening the door while holding my tiny hand in his huge one. when he opens the door we see alo’ya straddling neteyam as they make out. i tap the off button on the timer as lo’ak and i sneak out, leaving them to do eywa knows what.

i lead neteyam to my tent, laughing as we run. when we get there, i struggle trying to untie door fast enough, finally getting it done and shoving him inside. he laughs and falls onto my bed, sitting up. i tie the tent shut, happy that it’s not around anyone else’s. i walk over to him, standing between his huge legs.

he looks as me, they same height sitting as i am standing. his hands go to my waist, pulling me close to him. i put one of my small hands on his leg, the other on his chest. he rests his huge hand on top mine. i look at the size difference, my whole hand only the size of 3 of his fingers. he smirks at me before grabbing me by my waist again, pulling me onto his lap.

he pulls me closer, kissing me hard. i grip on his biceps, feeling the strong muscles. my hands follow up his arms to his hair, tugging him closer to me. his teeth tug on my lip, sharp bangs making me gasp. when my mouth opens his tongue enters and i tug on it, still wanting more. he groans, his huge hands gripping my thighs and pressing them down on his hard bulge.

i pull away from his lips, nails scratching his back, making him shudder. i go to kiss him again but he grabs me and flips me under him, making me whine. he hovers over me and before i can complain, his lips crash into mine. he moved down to my neck again, hands fiddling with my top as he kissed his way down to my breasts.

once he tugs my top of he, gropes my breasts, whispering, “you’re so perfect y/n. you’re so beautiful.”

i whine and put my hands on his back, trying to pull him closer, but he grabs both of my wrists with one hand, pining them above my head.

“lo’ak please,” i say, arching my back to try and wiggle out of his grip, “don’t tease me right now. i need you.”

“don’t be a brat y/n, hold on.”

“please lo’ak, i need you inside of me.”

“you’re going to have to patient, i have to prepare you first.”

i look at him confused before he moves down, taking off my bottoms. he rips them off, kissing my thighs before licking a stripe down my folds. i moan loudly at the unexpected contact, closing my legs. lo’ak pinches my inner thigh, making me writhe before using his huge arms to pin my legs open. he puts his tongue on my clit, lazily flicking it. i buck against his face, hands going into his hair.

“oh fuck”, i whimper loudly, feeling myself already starting to come undone.

“yeah, do you like that?” he says, pinching my clit.

i nod wildly, feeling the tip of his huge finger against my entrance. he spreads my wetness around before pushing in, tongue now returning to my clit. i moan loudly as he curls his finger in me, adding another one after. he lets me adjust, not moving in and out but still sucking on my sensitive bud. after a couple seconds, he slides both fingers all the way out before sliding them back in. he repeats this, getting faster every time. he starts going at light speed right as i reach my climax, moaning and pleading for him to let me cum. i feel the knot in my stomach untie, breathing heavily.

lo’ak laughs at the fucked out look written across my face, licking his fingers off. he leans down and kisses me, my sweet taste on his tongue. he grinds on me hard as we make out, my slick staining his loin cloth. i move my hands down, trying to tug it off. he stands up and pulls it down easily, his cock springing up and touching his toned stomach.

now i finally realize why he said he needed to prepare me; his dick is easily 11 inches long. he grins at my wide eyes, “expected less?” he asks. i just look at him dumbstruck before shaking my head no. i kneel on the bed, grabbing his thighs as my other hand trails up to his huge dick. i go to lick it before he stops me.

“not tonight, i need to be inside you now.”

i giggle and lay back, his huge hands spreading my legs. he gets on top of me, kissing me before grinding on top of my pelvis. i whine and grab back, trying to press his closer to me. he leans up, letting me look as he sizes me up, putting his dick on top of me for me to see how big it is compared to me. i open my mouth at the size difference before capturing his lips in a kiss. he rubs the tip on my entrance, teasing me as he kiss. he breaks apart from the kiss as he pushes it in, making me moan.

i’ve never felt this full before, and it’s only half way in. he slowly pushes the rest in, a bulge visible in my stomach. he presses his hand down on it, leaving me the whimper loudly. even though he ‘prepared’ me, nothing could have mentally prepared me for how good this felt.

as he starts moving in and out, i clench around him hard, making him groan loudly. he starts sliding in and out faster, finger circling my clit. i moan over and over again, barley able to catch my breath.

“oh fuck y/n, you’re so tight.”

i clench again at his words, already feeling myself getting close to another release. he grunts and pounds in and out of me, whispering how good i feel. he pushes my legs onto his shoulders, the new angle making my eye rolls into my head.

“look how big i am in you, i can see my cock in your fucking stomach”

my final straw his when he pushes onto my stomach, making me cry out every time he thrusts into me. i clench around him as i cum, shuttering and shaking as he continues to fuck me through my high.

after i calm down from my high he pulls out, jerking off before his warm cum lands my stomach. he lays down beside me, both of us panting and exhausted. i look over and him and smile.

we lay there for a couple minutes before he goes and gets a rag for my stomach, wiping it off. he goes and cleans himself off before laying down beside me again. i sigh and cuddle into his chest.

“i see you lo’ak.”

“i see you y/n.”

i smile up at him him before groaning and rubbing my eyes.

“what is it?” he asks, confused if he’s done something wrong.

“i have to do a week of alo’ya’s chores now.”

he laughs, and before we know it, we are asleep in each others arms.

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yelenaslyubov · 3 months

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Twin Size Mattress (yelena belova university AU)

main masterlist || yelena belova || requests

a/n: heyyyy everyone! well i kept my promise one way or another and i finally have a piece written for you all! i’m sorry if it’s not up to par compared to my other stories, but it’s been a while and i feel a little rusty when it comes to this type of thing. i wanted to try something different for this time around and i think i accomplished that. also, let me know if you guys like the university AU aspect of this bc i might just be able to continue it a little bit (i say maybe loosely lol). in addition, i added a fun little moment of adding the outfits the characters would be wearing!! i hope you guys enjoy this new story and hopefully there will be more to come! it’s good to be back🥹🥹i hope to see more of you soon🫶

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova (AU) x reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut, fingering, oral, dom!reader, mentions of alcohol, language

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: you and yelena have been going to college together for the past couple years. when a college football game commences, you and yelena spend the day together and finish it off with a bang

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 3.7k

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ yelena’s outfit

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ reader’s outfit

The pressing weight of your backpack dug into your shoulders as you quickly made your way to Yale’s school of art. Though your major was in English, you had connections that allowed you to use the photography facilities located elsewhere. Your bag was full of books, film equipment, and the negatives that you were anxious to develop.

It was college game day, the Harvard vs. Yale game to be more specific, so shoving through blue and red crowds of students was at the bottom of your list. Your trip to the dark room had to be short because even though you hated the idea of all things sports, you felt that tradition outweighed your personal grievances.

As you shut the door to the room and found yourself alone with the quiet, red space, your mind seemed to lighten. The pictures you had brought with you made their way out of your bag and into the developing process. You went through the usual motions until you hung them up to dry. Before you were beautiful headshots and silhouettes of your roommate, Yelena.

While most were taken with the consent of Yelena, there were some too extraordinary to possibly miss out on. The red hues accentuated the curves you so desperately longed to stroke. Of course, this information was unbeknownst to her.

She was the reason why you were so anxious to develop the pictures. Looking through the lense that wonderful day made you so much more excited to see them all finished. The day had been an exciting one. During the summer before the two of you went back to school you had a day at the beach. The weather was perfect, and she was perfect. She wore this lilac swim set that complimented her blonde hair and summer kissed skin so well you thought you would never be able to tear your eyes away from her.

As you went through each picture of her smiling, laughing, and being her usual self you came across the pictures that you tried so hard not to take. Your desire got the better part of you at this moment. The pictures arose of her laying belly down on her towel, a perfect view of her toned back paired with her other curves you could barely speak of. It was hard not to think about that day without becoming wildly sad that she had no idea you liked her with everything inside you.

These few intimate pictures would go where the rest of them are; hidden away in your journal. It was easier this way because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship that you valued so much. But what if she felt the same? You pulled yourself out of your delusions or else you might start to have hope.

She must have read your mind because your phone started ringing and as you pulled it out of your bag, Yelena’s face was vibrating on your screen.

“Hello?” you answered

“Where are you? You better not still be in that stupid dark room!” The sound of massive crowds were loud on the other side of the phone, but your voice drowned out every noise that could be taking place.

“Ha, funny story…”

“Seriously! The game starts soon, y/n. Hurry!”

“You miss me or something, Belova?”

She chuckled once. “And if I did?”

There was silence on your end because your one moment of bravery was already spent, leaving you speechless. “Uhm I’ll start heading your way right now. I should only be about 15 minutes out.”

“Perfect, I’ll save you a seat!”

“Thanks, Lena. Love you, bye,” you said naturally.

It was only then did you realize the words that slipped out of your mouth. Love you, really? You hoped that she thought it wasn’t how you really meant it.

After your stupid mistake, you took your pictures, tucked them away in your journal, and took off out of the building. The day was sunny but the fall crisp in the air took the edge off of the heat from the sun. Even from far away you could hear the triumph of the marching band playing their game day songs. Though your dislike of sports was one thing, there was a certain feeling you got on days like this; the music, the people, the adrenaline, that really made you succumb to the American tradition.

Finding Yelena in the crowd would be the easy part, the hard part would be keeping your eyes off her the entire afternoon. Luckily, she generally picked the same area each game day to sit so it wouldn’t be an extreme challenge to spot her out.

Your suspicion came true when you saw her jumping up and down a few aisles up from the front towards the 40 yard line. She was dressed in her usual Yelena chic, but with a hint of school spirit. You smiled to yourself at her excitement for the game and waited to see if she noticed you walking up to greet her.

“You’re here!” she yelled. She shuffled through other people on her row and fell into your arms. The strong smell of her cologne filled your nose and warmed your heart. You hugged her tightly back and squeezed the leather jacket that was draped around her. “You almost missed the game,” she whined.

“Lena, kickoff hasn’t even started, but I see that hasn’t stopped you from starting early.” You eyed the cold beer she had in her Yale koozie.

“Oh hush and let me be. Now get in there so we can watch.” As you were sneaking past other students Yelena tapped you on the ass and giggled. This was nothing unusual for Yelena, but each time she did it, it made your cheeks glow red.

The two of you settled into your places in the stadium surrounded by a couple of your friends and watched the game begin. The first half of the game was intense with each team up and down on scores. When the buzzer sounded to notify it was halftime everyone seemed to sigh in relief. The crowds started to shuffle again to take a quick intermission before the second half.

“So y/n, what photos were you able to get this time?” Yelena asked.

It was the question you were avoiding answering. If you pulled out the few you wanted to show her, the rest you spent your time hiding would be exposed as well.

“Oh they weren’t anything important, just a couple rolls I hadn’t developed yet.” You tried to play it cool not to give it away.

“Everything of yours is important to me.” Her saying that just made it so much harder to keep them all a secret. “Come on, please show me.”

She gave you her best pouty face and it was so unfortunate that it worked. You rolled your eyes and tried to open the journal in your bag so you could find the pictures you wanted her to see. Once they were all collected you passed them over to her and her face lit up.

“The day at the beach! I remember these.” She flipped through them with a grin on her face. She laughed when the picture of you popped up with your pants soaking yet from the ocean waves. “You were so pissed.”

“Pissed is an understatement,” you added. She smiled up at you and your stomach was tied up in knots. You weren’t sure whether it was the dimples that just so sneakily showed up, her rosy lips, or the bright green eyes that you could finally see without her sunglasses getting in the way.

“These are so amazing— you’re amazing. I need copies of these,” she begged.

“Anything for you,” you smiled.

“Anything?” Yelena smirked.

Your cheeks darkened red. “Shut up.” You shoved her a little with your shoulder.

By the time you showed all your creations off to Yelena the second half of the game was in full swing.

The second was more intense than the first due to Yale being behind for most of the game. Yelena was starting to become too anxious for your liking, and you hoped for her sake that you guys could pull out the win. There was a minute left on the clock and Yelena practically had your arm in a chokehold.

“Fucking run the ball, jackass!” Yelena yelled.

“Hey now, you wanna simmer down a little for me?” you asked, hoping to calm her down a bit.

She chuckled a little and leaned into your arm more. “Sorry, sorry. Anything for you,” she mocked from your previous words.

She quickly turned her head back so she could enjoy the last minute of the game. Her grip only became tighter around your arm as the clock ticked down to the wire. The whistle sounded to indicate that Yale called for a timeout. They needed to sort out their plans if they were going to try and pull out this win. They were down 28-24 with only around 30 seconds to go.

Once they were back in the game the crowd went wild, Yelena included. Number 13 got a hold of the ball and ran all the way to the end zone for a touchdown. Yelena screamed like she never had before and threw her hands up in the air. You cheered along with her at your school’s win. Yelena jumped into your arms out of excitement and you held her tightly as you swept her up in the air.

“We did it, Lena!” you cheered.

She found her footing back on the ground and she grabbed your face and looked into your eyes. “We did it!” The pure shock on your face made her recoil back a bit which resulted in her having matching cheeks just like yourself. “Uh- I- I’m sorry.”

“No, no. You didn’t do anything wrong,” you smiled. “Let’s just get out of here before we’re all packed in.”

You said goodbye to your friends right before a Yelena grabbed your hand to lead you through the crowd. You knew it meant nothing, but having your hand in hers was a dream come true.

When you had made it out of the crowd, it seemed as though the two of you forgot you were still linked together. You quickly broke it off before she could say anything about it.

“So, are we going to keep walking with nowhere to go or are you taking me out?” Yelena smirked.

“Am I what?” you questioned.

“You really are worked up today.” Yelena laughed, but you knew it was true and you didn’t know how else to hide it.

“Why don’t we go back to my dorm? My roommate isn’t there like usual so we could watch a movie or something?”

“Do you have popcorn?” she asked and you nodded. “Then it’s a deal.”

The two of you talked and laughed on the walk to your dorm. Like usual, Yelena made it so difficult to not stare at her. She had such a unique confidence that drew you deeper and deeper into her presence. The way she carried herself was like no other.

When you made it into your room Yelena immediately started searching for your snacks that you kept in the drawers under your bed. You set your things down on your desk and sat down in your chair.

“Do you mind if I borrow some of your clothes?” Yelena asked.

“I don’t know why you even ask anymore, Lena. Your closet consists of half of my clothes anyway,” you laughed.

She rolled her eyes and started taking her clothes off to change. Trying not to watch her change was not easy to come by. You turned around in your chair and pretended to unload your back from the day. What Yelena didn’t know is that your mirror allowed the perfect angle to see different parts of her.

What really got you was the matching black bra and underwear that revealed itself as she took her clothes off. This surprise caused you to knock a few things off your desk in the process, one of them being your journal. Naturally, Yelena turned around to try and help.

“What did you do, get angry and throw things off the desk?” Yelena laughed. It was awful timing to have other pictures that Yelena did not see poking out of your journal. “What are these?”

“Oh, you don’t have to-”

“Y/n, what are these?”

“Just pictures…”

Yelena stared at you puzzlingly as she picked up the journal off the floor and opened it to reveal the hidden pictures inside. Her brows furrowed as she inspected each one in great detail.

“Y/n, these are…so beautiful.”

You stood there staring down at the pictures or anywhere else in the room, just so you didn’t have to look at her.

“Why didn’t you show me these?” Yelena’s voice was softer now, more gentle. “Y/n?”

“I-I don’t know… I guess I thought you would think it was weird,” you replied shyly.

“Why would it be weird?”

Shit. If you told her why then she would know how you felt, but if you say nothing at all that’s not any better. You were stuck.

“I don’t know…”

She searched your face from any indication of an explanation. There was so much happening that you almost forgot Yelena was half naked.

“These are beautiful.”

“Only because you’re in them,” you bravely said.

Yelena blushed, something you didn’t see very often. “Damn y/l/n, you sure do know the way to my heart.”

“I’m serious.” You felt like your world had stopped at the thought of where this was going. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, Yelena. How could I not take those pictures that day?”

Yelena was quiet now. You weren’t sure whether this was good or bad. You were tired of being subtle, especially now that you had her right where you wanted her.

“I don’t know what to say,” Yelena said. Her eyes were full of something you hadn’t seen before.

You looked at her for a moment trying to build up your confidence one last time because you knew if you didn’t then you would never be able to do this.

“For once Belova, I would love it if you said nothing at all.” You stepped closer so you could delicately slide your hands up behind her neck. She looked taken off guard, but she definitely was not fighting it. When Yelena took her hands and placed them around the straps of your overalls and pulled you closer so you were face to face, you knew she might’ve wanted this just as much as you.

“Just kiss me already,” she whispered close enough you could feel the breath on your lips. With her words you threw your lips against hers in a kiss that you waited much too long for. Your lips moved against hers as your hands were tangled in her blonde waves. Yelena pulled and grabbed at anything on you just to make you even closer to one another.

You shifted your position to try and push yourself against Yelena so that she may lean against the bed. You knew exactly what your intentions were as of now, but you were not sure how Yelena would feel about it.

The first brush of her tongue against yours sent shivers down your spine and you weren’t sure if she heard your quiet moan or not. You saved your restraint for so many months, so now there was nothing holding you back. Your lips traveled away from hers to down her soft neck. You placed rough and hungry kisses along the nape of her neck and you could tell just by her demeanor that she was having a hard time keeping quiet.

“Uhm, what about your roommate?” Yelena asked in between heavy breaths

“What about them?”

“What if they, you know, walk in?” You must have found a sweet spot on her neck because her question ended with a whine.

“They’re never here.”

“But what if-”

“Just shut up already,” you said.

You smiled against her lips as you threw her shoulders down on the bed as gently as you could. It was hard to take things slow when you had been craving exactly this for far too long.

As your hungry lips continued to move against Yelena’s, you found your fingers playing with the band of her underwear. Your fingers traced all along the skin that was covered.

“I want to see every part of you that was hiding in these photos,” you said. Your mind went back to the day you took those sexy pictures of her and it made you even more desperate for what was hiding beneath Yelena’s garments.

“I just need you to touch me,” Yelena said, breathless. “Please touch me.”

You were quick to pull down her panties to reveal a sight you never thought you would have the pleasure of seeing. Even the panties that brushed against her pussy made her wince in pleasure.

“Please,” begged Yelena.

After undressing her bottom, in one swift motion you unhooked her bra.

“You want me to touch you like this?”

You placed your lips around one of her nipples as you watched her head fall into the bed. Your tongue made its way to circle around her nipple, slowly building up her desire.

Without thinking, you slightly tugged on her nipple with your teeth. Yelena moaned just loud enough for you to hear. It was the most beautiful sound that you had been dying to hear since you met her.

You wanted to move on further.

“Or I could maybe touch you like this?”

Your hand was almost shaking as it made its way down to get center. Your fingers slowly but surely made small circles on her clit. Now, Yelena was panting with lust and trying to keep quiet despite what you wanted.

“Fuck, Lena. You’re so wet.” You couldn’t help yourself from pointing out the obvious. The wetness that covered her only made yours grow.

Yelena had her mouth covered now, most likely paranoid that others would hear her like she had said earlier.

“I want to hear you,” you demanded.

Yelena was moaning softly through her hand now, a reaction to your words.

“Be a good girl and take your hand away from your mouth. I want to hear you.”

She did as you wished and removed her hand. The hand that previously resided over her mouth was now gripped onto the bed.

You took a minute to admire her before moving on further. Her body was even more gorgeous than you could’ve ever imagined. Her toned arms that held on so tightly to the bed, her curves that wavered like the ocean down her body, and her perfectly kissed skin, just how you liked it.

“Maybe you want me to touch you… like this?”

You went even further and slowly slipped your fingers inside her pussy. As you sunk your fingers deep inside her, Yelena became even more worked up.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Please keep going. It feels so good.”

Seeing Yelena drown in the pleasure of your fingers inside her was something you never thought you would live to see.

“You feel so good, baby.” Yelena seemed to like the name because she let out a long whine. “Good girl. Be louder for me.”

You loved the power you had over her in such a short amount of time.

The pace of your fingers stayed quite steady now. Yelena moaned with each stroke that went deeper in her pretty pussy. There was one more thing that you longed to do before she reached her limit.

“You want me to touch you like this, baby?”

Finally, with your fingers still keeping a rhythm inside her, you lowered yourself down on the bed so that you could taste her.

Your tongue made its way to make contact with her clit. Yelena was the loudest now, and with her noise came her restless body. Much like her, you were just as overcome with pleasure.

Her hips bucked into your face with each increasing second. Your tongue explored every single part of her, almost as if you would never get to do it again. Your fingers sped up now that you could tell she was getting closer.

“Holy fuck, right there,” Yelena moaned. “Keep going, I’m so close.”

“Good job, baby,” you murmured. “I want you to cum around my fingers.”

Your words only sped up the process more. Her hips moved even faster which made it hard for you to keep your pace. Your tongue and fingers moved rapidly as she started to reach the peak of her climax

“I’m gonna cum baby,” Yelena said breathlessly.

All at once, Yelena let out a loud stream of moans that you were sure echoed through the hall in your dorm. You didn’t care. You were happy to have her all to yourself, and now, everyone knew it too.

“Good girl, let it all out,” you praised her.

Yelena laid there on your bed to try and catch her breath. You couldn’t help but watch the result of your doings as she looked so worked up.

You took your last opportunity to soak her body in by kissing all the way up her thighs, stomach, chest, and face. Yelena seemed to be hiding her face a bit, most definitely different from her usual demeanor.

You moved her hand that shielded her face. “You okay?”

She gave a thumbs up

“Does that mean it felt okay?”

She had a surprised look on her face. “The entire hall heard me and you think it didn’t feel good?!”

You laughed. “Just checking.”

You both laid next to each other for a while in silence before Yelena spoke up.

“So…how long have you felt this way?”

“When did you start school here?”

“Uhm…two years ago?”

“Then two years.”

Yelena looked over at you. “Really?”

“Really,” you nodded. “How could I not, just look at you.” Yelena smiled at your words.

“Well, I’ve worked up an appetite after all that fun. What do you say we make some popcorn and watch a movie and pretend like no one heard all of that?”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night in each other’s company talking and reveling in the day’s events. You laid in bed thinking about how happy you were to have taken those pictures that day on the beach.

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seventeen and firefighters

requested by anon: "Hiii, can you do svt as firefighters, I was watching chicago fire and wondering what would svt be like in the au"

notes: okay i know absolutely nothing about firefighters so i found a bunch of firefighter duties online and just gave them to whichever member i thought they fit best. probably a mix of american + british firefighter policies.

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seungcheol:

has been the captain during at least 2 different major fire events in the city during his time as a firefighter. definitely that heroic guy in movies who runs back into a burning building bc there's still this one child who didn't make it out. visits the child in hospital, accidentally becomes a part-time parent to several other children in the ward. the one who teaches the new recruits how to slide down the fireman's pole bc the other guys would definitely teach it wrong to see them get blisters on their fingers just for funsies

jeonghan:

is somehow always on duty when the old ladies call for fire safety checks in their houses. spends half the time gossiping with them about their daily lives + what they were like n who had the most drama back in the day. probably has the email addresses of like 6 different lovely old ladies bc they loved talking to him so much, gets treated like he's their angelic little son by all of them. weak asf, no one knows how he actually managed to become a firefighter

joshua:

accompanied seungcheol on both of those major fire accidents, and despite not being the captain he was the man interviewed by the news reporters cz he was the only one who was (somehow) relatively clean of soot. claims it's bc he's so pure and nice so the dirt can't touch him, was almost punched by seungcheol on live tv. goes round to schools and gives talks on fire safety and stuff. laughs at jeonghan when the guy comes back from a house visit with yet another email address to add to his book

junhui:

probably mostly just does responses to medical calls and non-fire emergencies, bc i don't think i'd trust this guy to put out a fire without accidentally making it worse. one time, he had to go to some corporate building bc someone was stuck in the elevator, and as soon as he's saved the woman she'd handed him a business card and asked if he was interested in working as a model for their company

hoshi:

gets the most excited when they have a fire emergency call. is super pumped bc this is why he became a firefighter in the first place, bc he wants to fight fires n not just write papers on how to fight fires. is the only one that's not extremely exhausted at the end of it, ends up being the one to reassure the civilians that everything is okay now bc the other members are just way too tired to deal with the public

wonwoo:

tbh he's not really sure how he ended up in the firefighting business. does police assist duties more often, setting up traffic cones and handing out shock blankets and sometimes towing vehicles. drags hoshi away from the civilians to prevent him from beaming ridiculously wide whilst he tells them that people were seriously injured in the fire they just helped out at

woozi:

the one called to do rescue service jobs the most often. has saved cats from trees, dogs from trees, squirrels from houses, bats from barns, bees from backyards, practically everything you can think of. is one of the most capable during fire response tho bc he can actually hold up the rlly heavy water hose while the others are doing other firefighter stuff

minghao:

does most of the paperwork after incidents have occurred bc none of the other members can be bothered to do them. gives the worst and best pep talks at the same time. tells them that this is their duty n they've sworn to protect the people and they are going to do well, but in the same breath tells them there's always a likelihood that they're gonna die early bc of their job. they still don't know why he's the one always assigned to give pep talks

mingyu:

the Big Guy. gets trusted w most of the heavy lifting bc he's so tall and everything, and does the most active fire fighting bc he's actually capable of holding up the fire hose for extended periods of time. has also 100% hit his head on the doorway of the fire truck before in his haste to get into the vehicle after they've gotten a call, was laughed at for the entire journey to the site

dokyeom:

gets scared during the drive to a fire that they've been called to put out bc "what if we end up dying there????" even though he went through all the training and he's actually going to be fine. doesn't like using the fireman's pole, generally tries to stay on the ground floor so he'll never have to slide down it if they're called to an emergency. has once paused in putting out a fire to rescue a cat from a tree across the street

seungkwan:

idk probably yells for civilians to move out of the way while he n the rest of the firefighters are getting from the truck to the building that's on fire. was once one of the fighters to help with this one incident with chlorine gas malfunction in a swimming pool centre, tells the story to every person he ever meets. gets rlly honoured if he's walking down the streets n someone recognises him from rescue that he's done before

vernon:

somehow always loses rock paper scissors and has to be the one to lead the equipment check in the trucks while they're not on duty. has probably run into burning buildings before bc he thought the others were telling him to when in fact they were telling seungcheol not to run into the burning building. still thinks it's rlly fascinating and rlly terrifying when he sees a roof collapse in on itself while all up in flames

chan:

watches firefighter movies n shows just to point out all the inaccuracies, but now unintentionally has gotten himself hooked on just about all of them. if someone is injured during a fire site that he's worked on, he Will take time out of his day to visit them in the hospital they've been sent to, bc he wants them to know that firefighters really do care about the lives that are endangered that they've helped save

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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i have a request!

maybe one where steve knows he's bisexual before eddie but ofc, eddie thinks he's straight and doesn't think he has a chance, so he just takes whatever he can get with steve's friendship even though he has the biggest crush on steve and vice versa. but when eddie does find out about both, eddie would be internally screaming bc he could have been in a relationship with him and kissing steve ages ago.

i just love gay disaster eddie and confident bisexual steve haha

THANK YOU FOR THIS!!! This one could genuinely be a multi-chapter fic, so if someone has the time, I would love LOVE LOVE to read that. For now, here's a taste of something that kind of checks all the boxes mentioned but at superspeed. If I could write a 20k fic on it, it probably would have A LOT more pining first. I'm a sucker for pining. I hope you love this little thing! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve was giving off vibes, okay?

Like, major ones.

And Eddie was convinced he was imagining it or just trying to convince himself that something existed where it didn’t to make his chances higher.

When Robin came out, a small part of him believed that Steve had to be at least a little queer. Men didn’t just accept being turned down by someone they liked when they turned out to be a big old lesbian.

But when he casually asked Robin if Steve had ever been so inclined towards the same sex, she laughed hysterically and said Steve was as straight as they came, that she’d never met anyone as straight as him, and that she’d probably end up with a man before he did.

So he let it go.

But then he said stuff sometimes about actors or singers that just left Eddie’s brain a big pile of question marks.

Maybe Eddie just didn’t know how straight dudes talked about other dudes?

So he let that go too.

And then Steve was genuinely checking out a guy at the public pool. There was no other explanation for the way his eyes focused in on his ass and worked their way up his body, a nod of silent approval hidden to all but Eddie.

But he did the same exact thing to Robin when she came out of the changing room, and while he knew he had feelings for her a while ago, they were long gone.

“What was that all about?” Eddie gave in and asked when everyone else started walking to the steps to get in.

“What?”

“Checking Robin out.”

“What the hell? I wasn’t checking her out! I was making sure her bathing suit fit right. One of the things they taught in lifeguard classes was that a too big or too small bathing suit can kill you.”

“So you were just making sure it fit?”

“Yeah. I don’t want her to drown.”

Eddie sighed.

But he let it go.

He stopped hoping for the chance to be more than friends. He was fine with just being friends. More than fine. Great.

He got to enjoy having Steve as a friend.

He didn’t half ass anything.

If he said he was gonna hang out, he was ready to commit the entire day to making sure you had his attention.

If he had everyone over at his house for movie night, he had everyone’s favorite snacks ready to go.

If he was gonna join Eddie at the quarry and smoke and look at the stars, he was gonna do it while making Eddie fall in love with him.

It wasn’t fair.

But he tried to let it go.

It was one of those nights that he found out he didn’t have to let it go.

“You ever just wonder how you could have ever thought you were a different person?”

What? Okay, Steve was high. Past the silly kind and right into the too existential to make sense kind.

“I don’t have a clue what you’re sayin’, man.”

Steve giggled.

God, Eddie was fucking done for.

“It’s just that I thought I was straight for 17 years of my life. And then spent another two years trying to convince myself that I couldn’t be anything but straight. And then life smacked me with Robin and now you and it didn’t really leave me much room to argue.”

“What are you saying?”

“I mean, I’ve had a crush on you since. Well, definitely since you held a bottle to my throat, but probably before that. Like, way before that. Maybe your first senior year.”

Steve was high. He didn’t mean what he was saying, and even if somehow he did, it wasn’t fair to hold him to it. Being high was sometimes like being drunk: the words may be true, but the feelings may not stick around.

So Eddie took a deep breath, bit back the tears he could feel clinging to his eyes and the burn in his throat, and forced himself to change the subject.

It wasn’t fair, but when Steve let him change the subject easily, he let it go.

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It took three weeks for him to break.

He was with Steve at his house, waiting for the kids to show up for movie night. Steve was busy preparing homemade pizza because he thrived on being able to cook for everyone.

Eddie loved him so much.

He was staring. He knew he was.

But how could he not when Steve was in that stupid “Number One Dad” apron that Max got him last Christmas as a joke, but he’d sniffled and said thank you like it was the best gift he got in the world?

Steve was humming something, sliding the last pizza into the oven (pineapple and ham for El, Will, and Mike), when it all seemed to hit him.

Steve had come out to him, had admitted out loud that he wasn’t straight and that he’d had a crush on him for a long time.

Sure, he was high when he did, but he’d been high with Eddie lots of times and never given away any top secret personal information like that.

He’d wanted Eddie to make a move.

He was so stupid.

He stood abruptly, nearly banging his knee against the bar in the kitchen.

Steve looked over at him, brows furrowed in concern, lips pouting out unintentionally.

Eddie stalked over to him, not bothering to explain his theatrics. At this point, Steve should be used to them.

He stopped right in front of him, looking down at the suddenly nervous way Steve was holding himself.

He wasn’t letting it go this time.

He sure as shit wasn’t running. He didn’t do that anymore.

“You remember the quarry?”

“Like, in general…or…?”

“A few weeks ago you said something at the quarry.”

“Oh.” Steve looked down at the floor between them. “Yeah. It’s okay that you don’t feel the same. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that.”

There was no fucking way Eddie was letting him think he didn’t want him back.

He gripped his cheeks in his hands, palms tilting his face up so he could look into his eyes.

Steve was biting his lip so hard, it looked like it could start bleeding any moment.

Eddie brought his thumb over, pulling his lip from his teeth.

“How can I kiss you if you’re too busy eating your lip?”

Steve’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“Stevie. Did you mean it then?”

“Yeah, ‘course I did. I wouldn’t lie about that.”

“Then I need to ask a favor.”

“Anything.”

Eddie wouldn’t let that go to his head. Not yet.

“Can I kiss you?”

Steve’s responding smile lit up the room, more than the overhead lights, more than the actual sunlight streaming through the window.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Eddie leaned in as Steve did, their lips meeting in a light peck that quickly deepened, moans escaping their mouths at the same moment.

He let his hands slide down to Steve’s neck, his thumbs rubbing small circles as his tongue begged for entrance into his mouth.

Steve was sinking further against him, his heartbeat steady against Eddie’s chest.

“It’s about damn time. Honestly, I was starting to think I’d have to make Steve come out to you again.”

Robin’s voice shocked them apart, but when they realized who it was, they managed to fall back into each other.

Eddie’s arm slipped around Steve’s waist as Steve rested his head on Eddie’s shoulder.

“The kids will be inside in about 20 seconds so if you would prefer they don’t know what’s going on, you should wipe those lovesick looks off your faces and find a bubble of personal space.”

Eddie kissed the top of Steve’s head before pulling away.

“Talk when the kids leave?”

“Yeah. But first,” Steve pulled Eddie in for one more quick kiss on the lips. When he pulled away, he was smirking. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

“I don’t plan on letting you out of bed for the next 24 hours after the kids leave. We’ll at least get a good start on the catching up.”

Eddie threw a wink at Steve, ignoring Robin’s gagging noises, and sat back at the bar.

The kids came running in, circling Steve to hug him or ask him what dinner was and Eddie smiled to himself.

Robin nudged him after a few seconds.

“You’re both so hopeless.”

“Not anymore.”

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fantasydaydreamers · 1 year

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💜7 mins in heaven with Dabi: Pt. 4💙

Continuation of Part 3

You woke up cold.

Freezing, actually.

Shivering while trying to burrow further under your covers, you blink your eyes around your room confused. Groaning in annoyance, you reach for your phone to check the time, the dim light blinding.

2:07 a.m.

Great...so I've only been asleep for an hour.

You had a few notifications on your phone the very first one that caught your eye being an alert from the school.

🚨!!!ATTENTION!!!🚨 All students in the SOUTH dormitories, we have just been notified that the heating system has stopped working. We are working as fast as possible to get someone in the morning to check out the issue and hopefully get it resolved as fast as possible. If you know anyone staying in a different dorm that is willing to accommodate you, we encourage you to take the offer. We deeply apologize for the inconvenience. The safety of our students-

You groan and lay there in silence and stare at your closet, debating whether or not to risk what warmth you had to cross your freezing room to grab a sweatshirt and put warmer pants on. Deciding not too, you pout and bury yourself under the covers, tucking the blanket under your head to conserve heat as you think about what to do.

Your best friend is also in the South dorms, so staying with them isn't reasonable. You open your phone again with the intent to message them when another notification caught your eye.

brainwxshed followed you

brainwxshed sent you a message: hey...did u get back to your dorm okay?

You furrow your eyebrows and tap on the username, wondering who it was. Their account was small, with not too many posts or followers. The majority of the posts were pictures of sketches drawn in an art journal.

Really good sketches. Interesting.

There weren't any selfies showing who the person was, but you spotted a picture of a familiar cat sitting on a window sill looking outside. The caption read: "it's her dorm tbh...i just live in it."

Ahhh...Hitoshi.

You smile, following him back, and return back to the message seeing that he sent it an hour and a half ago. You felt a twinge of guilt for not seeing it before you went to sleep, but you had avoided your phone completely after receiving Touya's message.

Disappointment quickly flashes through you before fading to disgust.

Shaking your head, you decide to reply, not knowing if he was still awake.

you: hey! yeah i got back okay, thank u for checking 😊

Surprisingly, the message was read almost instantly as he started typing back.

brainwxshed: thats good. i was wondering if u were okay bc Touya came back pissed lol

You roll your eyes as he typed out another message.

brainwxshed: but knowing how he is, i can only guess what he tried to do. u don't have to tell me, but i know u can hold ur own around him from what i saw earlier 👀

A small smile finds its way to your face as you respond.

you: yeah im not that kind of girl. and im definitely not one to be messed with😤

brainwxshed: i can tell. kitty's a lil fiesty~

Despite your shivering, heat rises on your cheeks and you couldn't find any annoyance or disgust hearing the teasing name come from Hitoshi.

brainwxshed: so why is the kitty awake at this hour?

You bite your lip.

you: apparently the heater is broken in the south dorms...I was going to message my friend and try to figure out what to do.

The reality of your situation sinks back in and you frown.

brainwxshed: shit i saw that message...do u need a place to stay? u can stay with me. Kat is at an internship out of town but i'll stay in his room and u can have mine.

Shocked, you don't know how to respond as he starts typing again.

brainwxshed: i don't know about ur friend though...we only have the couch?

Leaving him on read, you quickly find your bestie's contact and shoot them a text when you see they had already messaged you earlier.

Oops.

bestie: pls don't be mad at me but remember that guy from the party?? so he invited me-

Sighing, you understand what they're trying to say. Sending them a quick response saying it was fine, you go back to Hitoshi's message. Am I really doing this?

You don't even know Hitoshi. Compared to Touya, Hitoshi didn't seem like he was trying to get you into bed but who's to say he wouldn't try anything when you get there. However, there also wasn't anyone else on campus that you knew who could let you stay.

Teeth starting to chatter from the cold, you had no other options.

Fuck.

you: i don't want to intrude or anything...

brainwxshed: fuck i thought i scared u off. no srsly its ok and it works bc my brother is out. my heater is fine and u already know i got spare blankets

you: 😭😭 thank you omg i owe you big time. ok let me grab a few things just in case.

brainwxshed: dont worry about it. i'll come pick you up. what's ur dorm room number?

Texting him your room number, you whip the covers off and freezing air hits you like a ton of bricks. Cursing out loud, you stumble towards the closet looking for a travel bag to shove clothes in. Picking up random clothes you deemed warm enough for walking to class tomorrow you throw them in. Quickly, you move on to your other necessities and hygiene, placing everything in a smaller bag.

You were done packing in no time, teeth chattering violently as you change the clothes you had on into something warmer. One of your larger hoodies was in the back of your closet and you sigh in relief, throwing it on.

Hopefully I won't be there for long.

A knock sounded on your door just as you unplugged your phone charger.

Bounding over to the door, you grab your bag along the way and open it, seeing Hitoshi bundled up under a scarf, only his eyes visible.

Trying to smile through chattering teeth, you close and lock your door behind you with numb fingers.

"I actually think it's colder in here than it is outside," Hitoshi sniffles. "Where's your friend's dorm?"

Turning back around you clutch your bag closer to your side, itching to get somewhere warm. "H-huh?" You look at him confused.

"You said your friend is in these dorms too?"

"O-oh! Y-yeah, they're staying with someone already." If you weren't busy trying to ignore the cold starting to settle in your bones, you'd see the shyness flicker in Hitoshi's eyes.

He shakes his head and nods towards the exit. "Let's get you out of here."

The two of you basically sprinted back to his dorm, trying to get some blood moving and warm up a bit. "I hate the cold," you call after him, hearing him snort as he came to an abrupt stop outside his door to unlock it.

"You and me both." He opens the door for you, motioning you to enter first. A soft meow was heard along with something brushing against your legs.

"Hello again Mimi," you reach down and scratch her behind the ears softly before standing straight to look around awkwardly. As you do, Hitoshi undoes his scarf, revealing his lip ring as he rolls it into his mouth, undoing his coat next.

You gulp, trying not to stare as he takes off a layer of clothing. It was weird being back here especially since none of his other friends were around to break the ice.

"Thank you again for letting me stay here...and I'm sorry for intruding."

Hitoshi smiles, tossing his coat on the back of a chair, and crosses his arms to lean against the kitchen counter and look at you. "That's the second time you've apologized for intruding. Actually, the fourth time if you count when you came over earlier to watch that movie with us."

You purse your lips, not really knowing what to say. "Well...you didn't have to accommodate me, and just not have even bothered, but you did so-"

He laughs lowly, purple irises crinkling as they glint in amusement. "Chill, (Y/n), I wouldn't have bothered if I wasn't interested." Hitoshi must see the irritated look on your face when he said that, so he backtracked, clearing his throat. "I'm just teasing you, kitten."

Oh.

Hearing the nickname in person was very different from reading it. The flush on your face was definitely visible and wow...it was warm in here. If Hitoshi notices, he doesn't comment on it and pushes off the counter. "Let me show you to my room."

Panic starts to bubble up again as he brushes past you. "Relax, (Y/n). It's where you're going to sleep. I'm going to Kat's room, remember?" He whispers low in your ear making goosebumps start to form on your arms as he waits for you to turn and follow him.

Gulping, you take a deep breath and try to calm yourself. He's not Touya. He's not Touya. He's not Touya- You turn and force a small smile, not being able to look at his face.

You feel Hitoshi's gaze linger before he turns and leads you down a hallway. Feeling like you made it awkward for assuming something, you scramble to think of something to say.

"You said brother?" Recalling the text he sent you earlier, you try to aim for something family-friendly.

"Hm?" Hitoshi drawls, opening the door to the left and walking inside. You follow, scared at first but your jaw drops in surprise seeing the beautiful room in front of you. Straight ahead was a large drawing board desk which was pressed up against a window. Potted plants hung from the ceiling around the window and over the desk giving off an earthy/chilled vibe.

A bed was tucked into the far corner of the room, and next to it was a small nightstand that held a Totoro diffuser which was releasing a lavender scent into the room. Now the vibe of the room made sense and you awed silently, appreciating the vision and the fact that his room was clean.

And it smelled nice. Really nice.

"I'm obsessed with your room," you say in awe walking further in. To your left was a mossy green cat tower and an almost full bookshelf with little odds and ends placed on top.

Hitoshi was leaning against his door frame, watching you take in his room, and by the time you look at him again, he was blushing slightly. "Studio Ghibli is one of, if not, the best animation companies to ever exist."

Finally, the sketching was starting to click. "Ahh...so your major is..."

"Graphic design. Well, obviously I want to move toward animations so I might have a minor in software engineering..." Hitoshi trails off looking thoughtful. "I'm also in a creative writing course for story-based concepts."

Hitoshi seems a bit embarrassed to be saying everything he was doing, but you were shocked, developing a newfound respect for the man.

"I might switch the two actually. I don't know yet." Sighing in frustration, Hitoshi runs a hand through his hair, stressed.

One second he was fine showing you his room and the next, he looked like you just asked him for the solution to save the world from aliens. You couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of your mouth.

"I didn't mean to make you panic, Stress-toshi," you tease while trying to apologize sincerely, but seeing him pout makes you laugh again.

"Here I am letting you borrow my room and this is how you treat me? Shameful." Hitoshi sighs dramatically while grinning. Shaking his head, he flips his wrist to check the time.

"You better get to bed, kitten. It's past your bedtime." Hitoshi crosses his arms again and smirks at you. Pulling out your own phone, you double-check the time as well.

3:28 a.m.

"You're up too," you accuse, pointing a finger at him while placing your bag down on his bed.

"Ah~ the perks of having insomnia~" Hitoshi teases. It's meant to sound playful, but you could hear the hurt and tiredness in his voice. You frown slightly before turning to look at him fully. He was smirking, but the droopiness of his eyes stood out more with the bags that accompanied them.

Hitoshi looked exhausted.

You didn't know what to say to comfort him. Do I comfort him? Just as you fumbled around in place trying to find something to say, something flicked your forehead.

Your hand flies up in an instant, rubbing the sore spot, seeing that Hitoshi has walked up to you. "I have some...ways to resolve it, kitten~ It's cute to see you worry about me though."

You couldn't tell if that was supposed to sound suggestive or not, but it made your heart rate speed up anyways. "I'm not wo-"

"Do you want to help me fall asleep?" Hitoshi whispers, cutting through your denial as he brings the finger that flicked you to trace down your jawline.

Now THAT was suggestive.

You bat his hand away and turn towards your- Hitoshi's bed. "Oh wow, look at the time. I'm tired." Yawning, you're about to pull back the covers when you realize that Hitoshi is still in the room with you.

His room.

And he's watching you climb onto his bed.

Hitoshi must be able to read minds because the laugh he let out made it clear he knew what you were thinking. That attractive laughter faded as he move back over to the door, satisfied with whatever spiral he sent you down.

"Sweet dreams, kitten."

The door closes and you're still stuck staring at the bed.

At least you were warm.

~*~*~*~*

The bright sun is what woke you up. Snuggling further under the warm blankets, you hum contently breathing in deep woodsy lavender. It took a few seconds of your sleep-muddled brain to catch up, but remembering that you weren't in your own bed was jarring.

It was nice though, and Hitoshi wasn't that bad of a person. Sure, he's a tease too, but seeing his room and watching him talk briefly about his dream career...

You smiled into his blankets.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit you next and your stomach growled. Surprisingly enough, the thought of seeing Hitoshi first thing in the morning made your stomach flip. Rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes, you pull yourself out of his bed and walk over to the door, letting yourself out of his room.

You stumble your way to the kitchen, seeing Hitoshi stare at the coffee machine as it drips into his mug. "'Mornin'" you mumble, leaning against the counter, trying to wake up.

Hitoshi turns around and smiles at you. "Good morning, kitten." His voice was deep usually but hearing it even get even deeper in the morning...you cupped your hands over your face to pretend that you were rubbing the sleepiness away when in reality you're suppressing a shudder.

"Sleep good?" He asks teasingly, a knowing smirk on his face.

"'S too early," you mumble, staring at his coffee longingly, not even bothering to entertain him right now. Hitoshi hums in amusement.

"Did you see the text yet?" He asked smoothly and from your confused silence, Hitoshi turns to you to elaborate. "From the school. It might take up to a week to get the heater fixed." He motions to the coffee. "Want some?"

Your eyes flutter from the sudden intake of information. "Wait...what?!" Hitoshi snickers watching you panic.

"Relax, you can stay here."

"But-"

"Nope."

"Hito-"

"Nada."

"I-"

"Coffee?"

You purse your lips and narrow your eyes at his victorious grin. Nodding in agreement, you jump up on the counter to sit, now wide awake and alert. While processing everything, you look around the kitchen, basking in warm golden light despite how cold it might be outside. Your eyes finally land on Hitoshi who had turned away from you to look for another mug in a cupboard.

He was shirtless.

Your eyes zero in on the large tattoo of flowers blooming across his back. The shadowing of the flowers enhanced by the muscles of his back, leading to a narrow waist. You had only ever seen Hitoshi with long sleeves on, so this was the last thing you were expecting.

Not that you were complaining.

Entranced, you watch him reach up to the top shelf, long defined arms grabbing an extra mug before turning around. Your breath leaves your lungs in a quick swoosh seeing nipple piercings.

You clear your throat, quickly diverting your gaze to anything else. Hitoshi doesn't say anything and just takes your mug to the coffee machine, replacing it just as his finished.

"So, you and Touya, hm?" Hitoshi calmly asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

....what?

"I think you mean me and nobody." You correct firmly, crossing your arms over your chest.

Hitoshi watches you over the rim of his mug, eyes crinkling in the corners. "Why not?"

Tilting your head, you blink once, knowing he already knew the answer to that. Hitoshi snorts and you ponder again out loud, "I thought I told you last night, 'why not.'" Making air quotes, you lower your hands to grip the edge of the counter.

Hitoshi shuffles closer to you, the sun highlighting his torso beautifully, your throat going dry at the sight.

"Hm...so the kitten only likes 'good guys.'"

Hitoshi stops in front of you, lower abs almost brushing your knees. You force your eyes away from his stomach, eyes catching on another tattoo on his ribcage, before meeting his eyes.

"Yeah," you sit there rolling the term over in your head liking the sound of it, "good guys like you!"

Hitoshi quirks his pierced eyebrow and smirks, taking another sip of coffee before setting it down next to you. Realizing what you just said, you try to backtrack and explain yourself, stuttering and flushing.

You were fully aware nothing articulate was coming out of your mouth so you just stopped trying. By then, Hitoshi had inched closer, and your legs unconsciously spread to let him in.

Crowding your space, he leans forward as you lean back, hands having to catch your balance on the counter space behind you. He braced his hands on either side of your thighs, trapping you in. Your heart skipped a beat knowing you could only lean back so far unless Hitoshi was going to actually lay on top of you. His eyes were lidded but determined, his fingertips just brushing the sides of your thigh teasingly. "No one said I was a good guy either, kitten."

Your breath catches in your throat watching Hitoshi's gaze flicker down to your lips and back up to your eyes. It was silent except for the pounding of your heart in your ears. A lazy smirk appears on Hitoshi's face as he tilts his head to the side, inching closer to your lips.

"Well, I could be a good boy..." Hitoshi says huskily, pausing to heighten the anticipation, mouth parting slightly as his eyes flicker back down to your lips. "...I can be good just for you~"

His words felt like they were whispered across your lips, a silent but deadly promise dipped in honey. A whine bubbled up in your throat, overwhelmed with what was happening. Everything felt hazy and slow, making you fall deeper into Hitoshi's eyes.

Eyes fluttering, you manage a small "hm?" now zeroing on the ghost feeling of a metal lip ring. You could almost feel it against your lips and oh how badly you wanted a taste.

"Yeah?" Hitoshi breathed out coyly, his fingertips now drawing circles on your outer thighs. "Want me to be your good boy?"

Releasing your bitten lip, your mouth parts as you stare at Hitoshi wantonly. His teasing smirk drops as his eyes lowered more, yours beginning to close as well-

"'Morning 'Toshi! Ready to go get some coffee?! I'm also thinking donu- Oh."

The both of you were too consumed in each other to hear the door unlocking and opening to a cheerful Keigo who was now standing silently with his jaw dropped open.

You quickly lean back further, pulling away from Hitoshi your face burning in embarrassment. Keigo looked shocked but also somewhat embarrassed to be walking in on something that he shouldn't of. For once, he was speechless. You were too frozen to move, not knowing what to say as your eyes moved from Keigo to the figure towering behind him.

Your heart leaps into your throat seeing Touya's expression. It was dark and angry twisted with jealousy and hurt. For someone you could never tell what he was feeling, you could see everything now.

"What's going on here?" Touya asked, tight-lipped as he forced his way further in the room, pushing Keigo slightly to the side as he started Hitoshi down.

It was then you notice Hitoshi still hasn't moved.

Using your opposite foot not visible to Keigo and Touya, you kick him lightly in the leg to hopefully get his attention. It seems to work as he slowly moved away from you, not before grabbing his now lukewarm coffee. "I offered (Y/n) a place to stay since the South dorms heater broke down." Hitoshi says smoothly, taking a sip of the coffee while staring back at Touya over the rim.

Touya seemed to be gritting his teeth, trying to figure out what to say.

"O-oh! I heard about that! Are you okay, (Y/n)? Did you get any news yet if they fixed it?" Keigo desperately tries to break the tension, looking at you eagerly for help.

However, you were too busy praying that the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You couldn't even look into Keigo's eyes knowing you and Hitoshi were caught doing...whatever that was.

"Actually, another message came out this morning saying that it might take up to a week to get the correct parts for the heater. Isn't that right, (Y/n)?" Hitoshi answers Keigo's question for you, still staring down Touya.

It felt as if you were holding your breath with how suffocating the tension was. You take a risk and glance up at Touya who must've sensed that you moved to look at him because his eyes move to yours.

All at once, the weird anger dissipates from his body, going back to his usual poker face.

Confused, you feel the tension evaporate as you take a chance and glance at Hitoshi who also seemed a little weirded out by Touya's 180° turn.

"Uh...yeah." You answer back, shifting on the counter and looking back to Keigo who looked bewildered.

Clearing his throat, Keigo steps back up next to Touya and turns to Hitoshi awkwardly. "Right....so....coffee and donuts? Yo and Tomura are going to meet us there."

Hitoshi finally turns to look at you, a questionable look on his face. "You wanna go?"

Staring at him only made heat rise to your cheeks again, a knowing look flashing in Hitoshi's eyes which didn't help.

"Yeah, that sounds good."

I could go for a donut right about now...

~*~*~*~*

Keigo walked next to you the whole way and you could just tell that he was itching to ask questions but didn't know where to start. It didn't help that Touya and Hitoshi were walking in front of you two talking about god knows what, the weird tension from earlier--nonexistent--like it never even happened.

That only seemed to make Keigo more restless and it's only going to hurt him more when you tell him there's nothing to say.

You didn't have any answers.

I wish I did.

Instead, Keigo mindlessly talked about the ending of the movie you skipped out on, filling you in even though you didn't ask. You watched Touya's back instead, mind drifting to what he texted you last night and if he meant it by the way he acted when he saw Hitoshi on you.

Your eyes narrow, feeling conflicted.

The two boys in front of you stopped, Hitoshi pulling the door open to let everyone through. The scent of freshly baked donuts and roasted coffee filled your nose making you smile in bliss.

"Mmm!" Keigo hums, pulling you away from the two brooding alpha-men and over to the glass case to look at the donuts. "Ooh~ (Y/n), how many are you gonna get? Look! They have raspberry glazed!"

Half-expecting Keigo to start interrogating you, you're grateful his attention is diverted elsewhere. You look at all the options and decide on two, Keigo still struggling with what he wanted. After you paid, you turn to see where Touya and Hitoshi went, seeing them in a booth with Yo and Tomura.

Tomura catches your eye and waves sweetly, calling you over. Beckoning you to sit next to him, you do, only to realize Touya was sitting in front of you. Avoiding eye contact with him, you dig in your bag a pull out one of the donuts you just bought, biting into it carefully.

"Hitoshi was just telling us about your dorm situation," Tomura prods, looking at you with pity. "That sucks...but it kinda works out since Kat is out on leave."

"Okay! I bought a dozen!" Before you could respond, Keigo comes bounding over to the table with a large box of donuts and a drink carrier full of coffee orders.

He passes them out and sits next to Hitoshi.

"What the hell do you need a dozen donuts for?" Yo scoffs, face twisted as it looked like he was still trying to wake up.

Keigo rolls his eyes. "To share with all of you!"

Yo was already reaching for the box before Keigo finished his sentence.

"Anyways..." Tomura directs your attention back to him, waiting for a response.

"Uh...there's nothing really to say. I'm really thankful he offered me a place to stay until everything gets fixed." You tentatively say, finding yourself treading your words carefully.

Tomura looks to Hitoshi, who was eating a paw-shaped donut, for more details. Mid-chew Hitoshi looks up during the silence, seeing everyone stare at him.

"What? That's it." He takes a swig of the hot coffee Keigo bought him, innocent eyes staring back at all of his friends. Keigo makes a disbelieving noise that dissolved into a cough as his leg jerked under the table. The group of friends got quiet and you've never felt more like an outsider.

Yo sat on the other side of Tomura, chewing noisily, eyes still half closed and hair still messy from bed. He looked so lost and confused, it almost made you laugh.

"The fuck are you guys on?" Yo mumbled, shoving the rest of the donut in his mouth before reaching for another. Before anyone could say anything again, a shrill voice called out.

"Touyaaaa~" The girl wraps her arm around Touya's neck, bending down as she stared you in the eyes over his shoulder. "Last night was soooooooo fun, baby~"

You quirk your eyebrows and take another bite of your donut, almost laughing at this girl trying to claim Touya in front of you. You just happened to be sitting in front of him. There was absolutely nothing-

Last night?

Your eyes widened considerably, your mouth frozen open just before you could even take a bite. This time you did look at Touya, only to see a small fire burning low in his eyes as he was already staring back, not even paying attention to the girl hanging on him. You jerked back, and placed the unfinished donut back into the bag, no longer hungry.

"I'm going to the restroom," not waiting for a response, you excuse yourself from the table, ignoring the way the girl was giggling and whispering in Touya's ear. You felt lightheaded and winded, blindly making your way down the darkened hallway to the bathrooms feeling sick.

Just before you could reach the door, a body crowds you from behind pressing you against the wall. You didn't even have to turn around to see who it was.

"Touya. Get off." You didn't understand why you were upset. Believing in Touya's sweet words and the little hope it gave you.

"(Y/n), I didn't-"

"Off."

Touya backs off, only giving you enough space to turn around. Before he could open his infuriating mouth again you jab a finger in his chest.

"You know what? You're EXACTLY the kind of guy I know you are and the petty little promises you make don't mean shit because Touya's going to do what Touya wants to do." Tears blurred your vision and you felt stupid that this was even making you upset.

Why are you shocked, (Y/n)?! He's proven you wrong for the second time now!

Touya's eyes widened as you stared him down, a lone tear slipping out of your eye. Lost for words he didn't know what to say until his eyes narrowed back.

"Oh? But you and Hitoshi are just so fucking close, hm?" You reel back hearing Touya spit Hitoshi's name vehemently.

"Are you...jealous?"

Touya jerks slightly at you calling him out. A new realization hits you and you wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Taking a deep breath, you wipe the lone tear and blink hard, steadying yourself.

"Let me get this straight. You're jealous I'm staying with Hitoshi, jealous that I have to be around him, but you can go out the same night after telling me you only want me and fuck the next pussy on legs you see!?" Spitting out the bitter truth, you scoff.

Touya looks like a deer in headlights as his back hit the wall. During your rant you had stepped forward, finger still pointing at his chest as you pushed him away. He tilted his head back hitting the wall as his eyes closed, gulping loudly.

"Fuck~" Opening his eyes again, a low groan escapes his mouth and you reel back, looking at Touya's flushed expression.

"You sick fucker," you snarl, torn between finding this incredibly hot or incredibly disgusting.

"I can't help it doll, you look so sexy when you're pissed," Touya breathes out, staring at you with so much intensity, waiting on your next move.

No longer hurt, you contemplate what to do in this situation. Touya looks like he was seconds away from begging and you felt a thrill knowing you had gained some sort of power over Touya. Bracing a hand on his lower abs, you lean up to his ear, pressing the front of your body against his to purposely feel his hard bulge press into you.

"Bad boy~"

You twist and throw his words back at him from last night before pulling away completely. Not even sparing him a glance, you turn and walk back out of the hallway and over to the booth, Hitoshi already staring at the entrance when you emerged.

You smile innocently to let him know you're okay.

The slam of the bathroom door back down the hall had your smile turning into a smirk.

→ Part 5

~*~*~*~*

Touya's hitlist taglist:

@spaceisout @deputy-videogamer @magpiesworld @blahblahblahhhhhhhhhhhhhh @mod-hadagile @whokillednyx @ittybittywallflower @bubblewordsofsodapop @poopiepoopie123 @frontier-renegade @windex-princess-ami @yourfavoriteloover @ashash @shamefulwitch @allthingsleviackerman

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antisociallilbrat · 1 year

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Poly Losers Publicity

This is an idea, a back bone of a fic that I'm never going to write so I'm putting it here. If you want to write it, go ahead. I just need to get these brain worms out of my head. This is from my Poly Losers Au.

So like Richie, Bev, and Bill are all relatively famous? Richie is a famous comedian (who I headcannon him being on SNL at one point in his career) and then you have Bev who is a famous fashion designer? Like her work rivals Gucci and other major fashion brands. Then you have Bill who is like the horror novelist, who always has his books being adapted into movies.

So anyways the public is nosy and wants to know who's banging who. Richie, Bill, and Bev, along with the other Losers have decided to keep their relationship a secret. Yeah being gay/bi is okay but they don't want to have to explain why they're in a relationship of seven people. Bev, Richie, and Bill handle this in many different ways. Bev just deflects any relationship questions in interviews and Richie jokes that he's a whore and no one will date him. (Stan and Eddie give him so much shit over that bit) and Bill,,,poor bb flounders.

Bill likes to dedicate his books to his lovers. Each book he writes has a dedication that says something like: "To my lover who watches the birds", or "To my lover that is sun on earth", and naturally people ask who this lover is in interviews. And Bill just doesn't know how to lie so the general public just thinks that Bill's lover is a multifaceted person who loves to grow plants, bird watches, work on cars, and also writes poetry.

This all works for a while until Bill is caught in public holding hands with Ben. Magazines blow up like :"Is this the lover of many talents?? World Renowned architect Ben Hanscom??" so now they just let the public think Bill is dating just Ben. Also Bill and Richie got an argument over it that went like:

Richie: "This is so not fair, why do you get Ben?"

Bill: "It's not like I was trying to get caught!"

Richie: "Well if you get Ben then I get Mike!"

Bill: "Fine."

Richie: "Fine!"

Bill: "Fine!"

On Richie's next stand up he tells everyone he's dating this cute librarian named Mike and like with Bill, the press eats that up.

But fans are crazy right? Like they had a working theory that Richie was actually dating this high end accountant (Stanley) bc Richie had been spotted with him a couple times at fancy parties. (Stanley is a slut for fancy parties and Richie only goes to the ones he's invited to bc he knows Stan will enjoy it) But some other fans had a theory that Richie was dating high end fashion designer Beverly Marsh. Because Richie only ever wears her clothes on stage or in interviews. Plus they've been spotted being flirty before at award shows. So fans are a little confused when Richie announces he's dating a humble librarian.

But remember fans are crazy so it doesn't take long for them to figure out that Bill Denbrough also only ever wears suits out of the Beverly Marsh brand. Which is strange bc Bill and Richie have very much a bickering banter in the spotlight. So they're all left wondering, what does this all mean?

Because yes Bev avoids relationship questions but she always has the same guy with her as her 'date' at events. A man not much taller than her and he's been seen reassuring her at her runway shows. Calming down her anxiety. (Eddie is 100% Bev's unofficial manager and I like to think that Bev's fashion is her and Eddie's thing. He's the one who goes to all her shows.)

So at this point fans are going crazy. They have Bill who is dating the famous architect but has written too many dedications for it just be about Ben. Also some fans 'ship' Bill and Richie bc of how they play fight through the press.

Then there's Richie who is dating the "Librarian" Mike Hanlon, but also Richie has been spotted with at like Galas with one of the best accountants in the business, Stanley Uris and he constantly flirts with Bev in the public eye.

But Richie and Bill both exclusively wear Beverly Marsh. And Bev who avoids relationship questions but is seen with the same man at shows, who the fans had pieced together is Eddie Kaspbrack. Someone who owns a predominant limousine company in New York.

And this all falls apart after one particular award show, Bill's book turned Movie won an oscar, and the Losers were out celebrating at what they thought was a private party....only to wake up the next morning and see all hell break loose. There are photos of Richie making out with Bill and Ben. There's a couple photos of Bev scandalously dancing with Richie's librarian boyfriend, Mike. Then to top it off Eddie and Stan are spotted sneaking away from said party. Two people with romantic links to Bev and Richie.

The internet blows up.

Richie tweets out the next day: "So I see you've guys have met my lovers. Yes, plural. Told you I was a whore."

I honestly feel like this has been down before, and if it has please let me know. I just can't get this particular version out of my head.

#bill denbrough #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #stanley uris #stenbrough #bichie #reddie #stozier #benverly #it 2017 #it 2019 #poly losers club #poly losers headcanons #polylosers

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compacflt · 1 year

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my apologies if this is too simple or juvenile or personal a question but HOW did you become such a proficient writer? and do you have any tips or pointers to keep in mind? i know you must do a lot of reading and a lot of writing, but your skill is just incredible to me. your prose!! your cadence!! when we get around to talking about it is genuinely one of the best things i've ever read and i'd eat it if i could!!!

this ask was so sweet thank you!! rly made my day when i needed a boost. Hope you don’t mind i took a couple days to think about it cause no one’s ever asked me for writing advice before

idk how i became a “proficient” writer bc I really don’t write that much. something about my fic gave me brainworms and i went into overdrive but that’s…not my usual MO. which is why it’s weird for me too. admittedly i am studying english/creative writing as my second major at uni, but i haven’t learned anything in any of my classes you couldn’t learn by just reading and writing on your own. honestly i should’ve stuck with my IR major instead, i find structured cw classes a complete waste of time. but here are some little tips i thought of that would’ve helped ME:

This is more a “do as I say not as I do” because I’m really bad at habits like this, but keep a diary. You can write about the big events (went to the store, did homework, got laid etc.) but that’s boring—focus on the details (watched someone at west side market throw a glass bottle of olives at a rat, broke a pen and permanently stained my dorm desk and won’t get my deposit back which pissed me off because I move out in a week, this guy’s breath smelled like lemon pledge and it made me wonder if he drank window cleaner before kissing me etc.). Real life is really interesting! How can you write about interesting real life in an interesting way? It’s a good way to practice. You don’t have to do a big reflection at the end of the day or anything. It’s okay to jot down something you saw & then immediately forget about it. It’s the act of figuring out how to translate life into words that’s important

If you type, learn how to type FAST. This is just my experience, but I think typing faster makes your cadence, clause length, dialogue, IDEAS flow better/more naturally. We think in words/sentences, not letters.

This is a super lame tip that’ll make you roll your eyes, but read poetry. Poetry is all about how words/ideas/images sound and interact with each other. Don’t get hung up on one poet—im not really recommending any for precisely this reason—read poetry you love (for me, Ada Limón, Jack Kerouac, Frank O’Hara, ghazals etc) AND read poetry you hate (for me, Rupi Kaur, Emily Dickinson, Whitman, etc)! Read all genres you can get your hands on. (I think there are like “great poetry anthologies” you can find for free online if u don’t know where to start. Also you can’t go wrong with subscribing to/reading a variety magazine like the NYer. It’s pretentious but it exposes you to all kinds of weird topics, ways of writing about them, etc.) Figure out how certain combinations of words and punctuations make you FEEL, and why, and why the writer chose (or not) to make you feel that way. Figure out which literary sounds you like and which ones you don’t. For me, i figured out that I REALLY like alliteration, comma splices, zeugmas, the rule of three, and

“he’s [verb]ing again… yeah compacflt’s characters are [verb]ing again… big shocker”

If you have an idea for a piece, figure out what it is you really want to get out of it—to say something? to experiment with a different style? to see your fav characters do something? to have fun?—and then figure out how, on a technical level, you should write to match that goal (this is where the poetry training comes in handy). If you’re just writing to have fun, don’t listen to any writing advice (incl. mine), because most of it is bullshit and over-generalized and will make you feel bad about yourself. Just take the advice that you think will work for what YOURE trying to write.

But if you’re writing to explore some political idea, then you should think about HOW to best write about that idea. What would be a convincing story/allegory/scene to engage with this idea vs. not convincing. I talk on this blog all the time about how disappointed I am that my very-adult-grown-up attempt to deal with the dynamic of “immovable internalized homophobia vs unstoppable falling in love anyway” is rendered a little childish/immature by some pretty unconvincing plot points like the characters buying a house together—I really should have considered how that plot point would interact with the characterizations I’d built already (hint: poorly). You can think of writing as kind of a military structure if that helps—you have strategy on the overarching campaign (plot/character growth/allegory/theme) level, the battle (scene that advances the above) level, and the tactical (sentence-level construction/syntax/wording) level. They all have to work together. If a scene is failing to properly engage with the idea you’re trying to convey, you’re losing a battle that will weaken the overarching campaign. Same thing if you choose a weird word in a sentence/write in a style or tone that’s weirdly out of place with your idea—it makes your engagement with the theme/idea less convincing. just try to be purposeful and consider your strategy on all levels of your work as you’re writing it!! At the very least it’ll make editing easier lol.

But then again when I read my own writing from just a couple months ago I cringe out of my skin, so like—just also accept that it’s a process and we’re all just making it up as we go along. Be proud of being embarrassed of your old work, because it means you’re growing. Own that shit. When I finished writing WWGATTAI i thought it was the best thing I’d ever written, and maybe it was. But since the day I finished working on it, it’s the worst thing I’ve written since then. That’s a great feeling. Not to be like writing grindset obviously bc it’s supposed to be fun—but if what you want is to get better at writing, the strategy is to WRITE a whole bunch of shit, and then own your embarrassment about how much you’ve grown since you started. And know you’re still always growing and learning. there should never be any “goals” where skills are concerned 👍🏽

#fake it till u make it #the good part about fiction is all you’re really doing is makin shit up #no rules!!!#fiction is just trying to sell a lie right #so it’s all on a sliding scale of convincability (at least that’s how i judge fiction)#and figuring out how to convince people of your lie is where the art is #anyway.#not top gun #asks #writing tips #idk how to tag this #also i love ao3 because trying to get published traditionally genuinely made me hate writing/MY writing #i have indeed had the cliche 100+ form rejection letters experience #unfortunately writing is also one of those things where you can see it as a competition so easily #(admittedly a small part of why i don’t read other TG fics—i don’t wanna read people doing it better than me😭)#BUT you tailor your experience to have a healthy life. it’s not a competition if you don’t make it one. put yourself first

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ourflagmeansgayrights · 7 months

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ofmd s2e3 rewatch where i pause to jot down my thoughts and other random shit

squeezing this one in riiiiight before the next two eps drop lol. anyway these posts are about me processing these episodes and if you want to read them then that's cool too. but fair warning this is gonna be a fucking mess.

s2e1, s2e2, s2e3, s2e4, s2e5, s2e6, s2e7, s2e8

show opens on zheng leading a raid and INTERESTINGLY ENOUGH. this might be the first time we've seen a raid where like. the background music is kinda moody. and what's odd is that it has like the same level of comedically over-the-top violence and characters just having a casual conversation as like, the e5 cold open. but there's sad piano and strings doing tremolo in the background. i have no idea what this means.

god. zheng is so fucking hot.

i love olu's "no, no, sorry, bruv." and the FACE HE MAKES AFTER!!! so good

olu's a feminist

ZHENG IS SO FUCKING HOT

~champers?~ stede you are such a dork. i need to pinch ur cheeks.

yeah fuck the english!!

zheng saying "everyone's cracking down on the little guy" makes me wonder if the show is gonna do anything abt how the end of the golden age of piracy was like. a year off. which i only know from reading a few fics where the authors incorporated that into the plot. and there was the one trailer where we see zheng in jackie's bar while stede's giving everyone a speech so yknow what that might be where all this is going. big pirate battle at the end of the season, right?

another thing ive been wondering abt tho is just how much is this show gonna completely fuck with history. because like. is zheng yi sao gonna conquer the fucking caribbean. are we just going completely off the rails re: historical accuracy and inventing entire major historical events?? like crocs and pinocchio and pirates from different historical periods all existing at the same time and in the same place is one thing but if the characters like. overthrow england. then ofmd just straight-up exists in an alternate timeline at that point.

stede "the gentleman pirate kills with kindness" bonnet being so impressed with zheng is so cute to me tho

fhsjkgdhfushl oh my god when zheng snaps her fingers and stede hurries to refill drinks the other captain guy grins and flashes finger guns at stede and this is SO fucking funny to me

zheng being like "noooo it's stupid teehee" tucking her hair behind her ears ALSO very funny to me

whose job was it to make the letter N out of caviar for the title card in this episode bc it looks fantastic. got little serifs and everything

stede taking his towel duties VERY seriously and just. dropping them on zheng's desk for no reason. even olu is like "stede what the fuck are you doing"

obsessed with the running gag of stede being like "i always say that!" and other characters being like "no you fucking dont"

stede having zero impulse control and seeing the abacus and just being like "hey what the hell is this thing" and shaking it around. me too, king.

i wont lie tho part of me wonders if stede like. going overboard with towel duty and messing shit up is on purpose. like is he playing dumb so zheng lets her guard down just in case he needs her to think he's completely helpless?? bc at the end of the episode he does get one over on her and i assume it's partly bc she underestimated him. or am i just reading too much into it lol.

but idk it's weird that olu's like "ok stede zheng is busy" and stede's just like "im gonna shake this thing now teehee"

WAIT ALSO backtracking a bit. why were stede and olu shadowing zheng at the beginning of the episode. i mean olu i get, it's bc she has a crush on him (who can blame her) but what's the in-universe justification for zheng being like "yeah alright white boy u can come too"

stede's gay little run out of the room. GO GET YOUR MAN!!!!

awww the crew all look so sad at how messed up the ship is :( THAT'S THEIR HOME!!!

I KNEW THE GNOSSIENNE NO. 5 WAS GONNA KILL ME WHEN IT SHOWED UP IN S2 BUT THIS WAS TOO FUCKING MUCH. THE WAY IT TRAILS OFF AND WE JUST HEAR THE WIND ECHOING. FUCKINGGGGG CLAWING AT MY EYES

i love that there's knife stuck in the painting guy's dick. stupid gags like that never get old. also if that was izzy it's extra funny like what the fuck did he even do that for

also have we ever actually seen the outside of the door to stede's cabin like this before??? we saw those dutch guys get chased down this hallway but idk about. the door.

the crew is too busy feasting on raw bird like they're extras in a zombie film to hear stede calling for ed. love that.

the two people that the camera focuses on individually are jim and izzy. makes sense bc these are the characters who i think are gonna have the most important shit going on re: the fact that they all tried to kill ed.

stede's painfully awkward smile after "um... hi." i mean honestly tho what the fuck else do you say to walking in on this

oh shit jim was totally about to tell stede what happened tho. and then archie interrupted with "oh shit, you're stede?????"

this must be so fucking funny from archie's perspective tho. must've heard so much abt this guy and now she finally gets to meet the main character of the story she stumbled into about a third of the way through. and he's kinda just some blond guy.

stede sounds so defensive too tho when archie's like "i thought you'd be taller, charismatic, muscly" bc god that's exactly what he thinks he should be. i mean ok stede is charismatic in a very unique way but his whole e1 fantasy of having a beard and being all macho and badass was just putting all his insecurities on blast. and now archie is like "this is the guy blackbeard was so fucked up over?? really????"

shoutout to archie saying "got tired" when theyre all saying ed retired

also why was wee john in this shot. like not even just in the shot he's just sitting RIGHT behind stede listening to the whole thing. he doesn't have a single line.

stede rolling his eyes and ignoring izzy is so good. yes king dont take the bait

oh ok wee john was there so that we can see frenchie go over to him and give him a fist bump in the background while stede walks away to stare off into the distance

eddie on tha beach

piggie!

cave! remember when we were all like "CAVE KISS???? ARE THEY GONNA KISS IN THE CAVE??????" it would be funny if this is it for the cave. just off in the distance for one shot. cant actually tell if this is the cave they were posting pictures of last fall tho and idrc enough to try and figure it out

pig's name is ruthie. ed why did your subconscious name the pig ruthie.

why did ed's subconscious make hornigold tell him "open up for the cargo ship" ed your daddy issues are fucking insane

hornigold fully like rubs ed's chest for a second there. kinda a weird choice there.

"last time i saw you, you said you were gonna flay my skin and feed it back to me" man what is it with these pirates and forced autocannibalism, huh? i think getting flayed would hurt more but skin's probably easier to eat than toes so idk which i'd prefer. no i dont know why im pondering this either

smthng abt how this is ed hallucinating this whole bit where hornigold pinches his nose and force-feeds him soup is so funny to me. it's a metaphor for ed dragging himself kicking and screaming to therapy.

frenchie telling fang to stfu scjgdfchjxgk

fucking incredible line delivery from joel fry through the whole "it's quite hot, im burnin up here! should we go and get some coolin' bevvies?" bit. love it.

uhh line break

also bro auntie is dead-on about the guilt. i dont blame the crew at all for what they did but this + the whole bird-eating sequence bro. they all liked ed. they cared abt him. other than archie, they all knew him as a pretty cool person. like BRO im gonna have to make another post abt this but the trauma of like, someone you liked becoming so suicidal that he puts you in increasingly miserable situations hoping you'll snap and kill him and he keeps escalating it until you have no choice but to kill him for your own safety. but you know he was a funny and chill person before this. and you know he only did this bc he wanted to die. dude this shit is fucking heavy.

anyway cut to jimolu lol

bro what IS going on in towels. i love how stede just passes around towels for smelling. is this something people have done literally ever or is this just so we can have chloroform towels at the end of the episode

sorry i know in the last post i was sort of squinting at the bit where olu forgot how to pronounce china but the was he mispronounces eucalyptus is just so satisfying to hear i cant even be mad abt it

awwwwgh u can tell jim was scared to tell olu abt kissing archie

lmaoooo when jim says "i saw her boobs" olu's head WHIPS around and he's like "oh??" all wide-eyed dbhjgkhdfyjsk

naw im sorry this is cute. this is a cute tealoranges scene. yes it's jim telling olu abt how they hooked up with someone else but bro i LOVE relationships with this kind of comfortable discussion abt sex and abt relationships in general. i mean there's a lot more for them to talk about still but in a worse show this wouldve been a whole screaming match. instead we got jim saying "you're kinda the best friend i tell everything to" and joking about boobs and UGH. it's so cute!!!!

it's also so fucking funny tho. "i saw her boobs" "oh?? okay, nice" "both of them" "nope, too much" WHY IS THAT WHERE HE DRAWS THE LINE HFKHSGJKFKKJFHK

also when did jim see archie's boobs tho. like ok realistically they've seen each other in varying stages of undress just bc it's not that big of a ship and there's only so much privacy. but the funnier answer is that after ed kicked them out of the secret room and a few minutes later a gunshot went off (who did the rest of the crew think pulled the trigger, i wonder) and they think izzy's dead probably. and then jim and archie decided this was a good time to hook up.

wait i forgot abt the nebulous amount of time between the mutiny and stede walking in on them all eating a dead bird. who fucking knows how much time that was tho. but they could've hooked up then i guess

GNOSSIENNE NO. 5 PART 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO. IM SOBBING.

the song gets to play out more in this scene and ohhhh baby i missed this piano piece. also stede looks more annoyed than upset. he's just casually yoinking things out of the wall. and then he sees the ones on the ceiling and is like "really, ed?"

i think i said this in the tags of a gifset but izzy says "don't cry, bonnet" when stede's back is to him and i just think it's funny bc stede literally wasnt crying. he just looked kinda pissed off. izzy continues to not understand ed or stede even a little bit.

also i love how the music changes by just playing a minor chord and then there's like a spooky echo and then. no more background music.

i just realized izzy's crutch is literally just a mop he's holding upside down. this is funny to me for some reason

"he was a wild dog and we dealt with him like one" izzy hands racism moments

why does izzy even lie about this. why does he say "no i could never do that" when literally he did. he looked right at ed's face as jim hit it with a fucking cannonball. like. what fucking purpose does lying about this even serve. in what way does that benefit izzy. idgi

also ive heard that apparently ppl think he did this to spare stede or something but 1. why would he not want to specifically torture stede as much as possible 2. this is literally not sparing stede bc stede would spend the rest of his life scouring the entire caribbean hoping to find the island where they dropped ed.

RANDOM fucking idea tho but what if they did maroon him but it was on the island from 1x02. that wouldve been great for ed probably. get therapy from the old guy. have some coconut rum drink. chill out. oh well instead they shoved ed into a secret closet and left him there to die from a traumatic head injury.

hornigold calling ed "bro" was such a dead giveaway for me that this was a dream sequence or whatever. like from trailers and stuff i had already figured that this guy was hornigold and that he was probably a ghost or something but i think i mightve been questioning it a little bit at this point. but yeah anyway ed says "bro" and while obviously we dont know exactly what hornigold was like, he didnt sound like the kind of guy to say "bro"

i do love how hornigold's like "you worried you're insane?" and ed's just like "yeah a little bit!"

hornighost: you gotta move on or blow your brains out. or... we can make some soup. ed: yeah let's do soup.

wait stede told zheng that they marooned ed. and then zheng is like "well it's at least mutiny-adjacent" like no im pretty sure that's literally just a regular mutiny

bro rubio qian is so good at making faces

i love how ed's like "you ever thought about selling these shoes?" like who the fuck is hornigold going to sell them to. where does ed think they are.

OUGH RETURN OF ED'S HAIR ALL UP IN A BUN!!!!

ough... return of ed's trauma :(

ughughghuhguhughughgffffff every time i hear ed's voice in the bathtub scene i want to cryyyyy SOMEONE HUG THIS MAN I SWEAR TO GOD

also hornigold's mouth definitely moves in this shot where ed climbs off his body lol

hnnng... ed arm

oughuhgu and a strand of the wig came out of the bun WHY IS HE SO PRETTYYYYYYYYY

i cant believe for months i had my fingers crossed for the "person A thinks person B is dead" trope with ed hearing about the fuckery but instead i got it THE OTHER WAY AROUND. AAAAAAAAAAAHH

yo is hornigold wearing like. a flag. idk why i just noticed this but there's like a giant metal rung with rope tied through it holding his whole robe-ish situation together. is that a flag

very random thought but i love how tv shows just cut back and forth btwn plots and one plot might basically be one conversation but every time we cut back theyre in a different setting and we dont see how they got there. like the cut from stede walking in on the crew eating a bird to all of them back on zheng's ship eating soup. and now we went from ed yelling "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON" at hornighost's hut and now they're on a beach talking abt what the fuck is going on. why did they go there. who knows. doesnt matter.

ed is so fucking stressed abt being in the gravy basket. poor man is nervously playing with the big stick and trying so hard not to lose his cool.

damn he threw that stick really far tho. good arm.

im sorry but it's SO fucking funny how zheng is trying to seduce olu in this scene and she's like "whats the status of your boatmance is it... ongoing?" *unsheathes sword* like girl that's not seduction that's a full-on threat. i mean it's still hot dgmw but it's unclear what exactly you're going for here

YES STEDEY-BOY

loving the jaunty little escape music

archie and jim holding haaands

stede: you always say you have perfect aim black pete: ive never said that roach: you always say that lucius, throwing his beloved boyfriend under the bus: you said it today

buttons is so fucking loud fhjkhgyejkthfjkhg. ngl i relate tho

obsessed with the noise button makes when he slides across to the Revenge

and they use tea towels to slide over!! god stede really made the most out of his time in towels

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE how olu is the one sitting on the desk with his legs dangling and kicking during this makeout session

also obsessed with how theoretically olu could've seduced zheng out of killing the crew and it's possible that none of this was necessary

wait i literally just realized that they stole the wheel not just so that zheng couldn't follow them but bc the Revenge didnt have one lol

ugh ed's tits look so good what the hell

ed in his head instantly associates the phrase "calico jack" with someone going "WHOOHOO" at the top of their lungs

oughu FUCK i did not fucking realize this but ed is taking hornigold's presence here as confirmation that he's not loveable. earlier hornighost said "you're afraid you're unlovable" but then when he's on the cliff and he's like "you brought me here because you hate yourself" ed is like "im not loveable." ohhhhhh fuck

and then hornigold is like "and you're afraid to do anything about it. but im not" and then throws the rock off the cliff. this is the shittiest part of ed's brain calling him a pussy for not killing himself and telling him he deserves to die. fuuuuuuuuck me.

oh boy okay. ed got yanked off the cliff. stede is heading into the secret room. idk if i even have anything to say about the mermaid sequence like i cant believe this shit is real. fuck. this is a fever dream. they really just... wrote this. filmed it. put rhys darby in a fish tail. FUCK

ok the two things i have to say about this. first: the fucking flashback montage in this sequence makes me stop breathing like every single fucking time. secondly: when theyre face-to-face in ed's mermaid fantasy there's a split second where ed sort of jolts forward a tiny tiny tiny half of an inch. and i have no idea if it's intentional. but it makes me think of how in the "you wear fine things well" scene ed TOTALLY STEPS IN THINKING STEDE'S ABOUT TO KISS HIM.

WRITTEN BY ALYSSA LANE AND ALEX SHERMAN. SHOUTOUT TO THOSE GUYS.

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gemsofgreece · 9 months

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Now stfu. Thanks :)

Oh wow. I kinda expected, you know, a page in an encyclopedia or any other page with educative content about Greece or geography in general, but you come proudly with a random Turkey vs Greece article by a David dude.

Honey. You will find anything spelled out on the Internet, including actual mistakes. That's why we check our sources. In fact, this article has many other mistakes as well.

False. Turkey gets more tourists than Greece.

False. The Turkish Republic is exactly 100 years old and the Ottoman Empire lasted about 600 years.

Where to start with this one... If Greece is famous for anything, that's not its urban locations.

Mistake #1: Aya Sofya is not famous because of its minarets and Mistake #2: Ephesus was built in the 10th Century BC, so its heyday or point in time it should be referred with was at least 900 years before the Golden Age of the Roman Empire. Although granted, a lot for its preservation was done in the Roman era.

OMG American mistake #18361986: Greece is NOT a tropical country and HAS ZERO tropical islands

Built by WHOM of WHAT? Perhaps David meant King Antiochus I Theos of Commagen, check an actual source for once

David is straight out pulling facts out of his ass, isn't he

"The major cities like Istanbul and Santorini" the guy is either trolling or hasn't stepped one foot in Greece ever. Santorini is a tiny island and its "major city" Fira has 1,600 residents LMAO my grandparents' godforsaken village has more than that

The guy does a super delicate trolling, I give him that. The guy says things like oceans and tropical and major city of Santorini but has also come across Slav-Macedonian. Amazing combo. David is a man of contrasts. For the record, I haven't come across it and I have lived all my life here. I mean, it exists but you have to struggle to find its speakers and they are all bilingual anyway.

Overall David, that international traveller, does not really mean bad... apart from this????

That was very professional there. But even though he says this, he proceeds to say equally good stuff about both countries, I 'd say. The article is a confusing text by a confused man. But that's not the point. The point is his myriad of inaccuracies and mistakes (as called out in several of the comments), some very typical of Americans, like mistaking Greece for a tropical destination or confusing oceans and seas.

Which brings us to you @libbyhaiku .

I believe, very politely, I added in the tags of that damn post this:

That really set you off. You sent me an ask, telling me to fact check in google... what... whether the country of which I am a native has seas or oceans?

And I did! Even though I don't need to fact check whether Greece has oceans. And once again every website of any actual integrity, apart from the David dude, repeats this over and over. Greece has seas. Which I told you.

Furthermore, @jamy-libations searched for it on their own accord, and to my understanding they are not Greek or native Greeks, they told you and you responded as you responded to me.

I wonder, did you tell them to shut the fuck up too in your message?

So, here's the answer. You and David are making a very typical American mistake, or maybe its not a mistake within your very own borders, which is that because the USA is surrounded by oceans, you think ocean is the standard generic term for sea.

In fact, the word ocean can be used in two ways: either as THE Ocean, which is the entire body of saltwater of the earth and derives as a concept from the Greek mythology, just like the very word derives from Greek so I know well what it means, or to describe the five major bodies of water: the Pacific, the Atlantic, the Arctic, the Indian and the Southern ocean.

Greece, unlike the USA, is surrounded by neither. Greece is surrounded by the Mediterranean Sea and its adjacent smaller seas like the Ionian, the Aegean, the Libyan, the Cretan, the Myrtoan, the Ikarian, the Karpathian Seas. While the Mediterranean Sea is connected to the Atlantic Ocean through the very narrow strait of Gibraltar, it is so enclosed by land and it exchanges so little water with the Atlantic that it is both traditionally and scientifically considered its own body of water, a Sea, and not just a general area of the Atlantic Ocean.

Here's to explain to you the difference between an ocean and a sea by an actually serious source.

Here is a map of the Mediterranean Basin. As you see, it is almost entirely enclosed and it does not earn the status of being an ocean, let alone containing a multitude of them. Greece is also in the far end of the Mediterranean, as apart from the Atlantic as possible. None of the countries in the Mediterranean Basin have access to an ocean or oceanS, apart from Spain, France and Morocco, as evident here.

Now, I would honestly have not cared or written so much if you didn't throw a tandrum for a tiny tag in a post I reblogged in a positive manner. Unfortunately, you chose the asshole way.

And since we're at it that photo was actually taken in the Italian....... oceans

and it's edited... but whatever, we have this species too.

#submission #greece #mediterranean sea #i can't believe i have to fight a foreigner over whether Greece has oceans #libbyhaiku #ffs #the entitlement

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I do wonder how it’s gonna go. I don’t think she has an actual job tbh despite what others say. She has a website (I’m not gonna share it bc her # is on there) but it’s all artsy and stuff. Either she has a job that’s part time that she literally goes to bc she’s bored bc she’s a millionaire she doesn’t need to work.

Anyway I wonder what’s gonna happen bc Jack seems super happy I’m just wondering when/if it all goes to shit. Maybe this summer? I wonder if it’s gonna either go down in the summer or later.

Idk going through surgery is very hard no matter how small the surgery is (not that I’m saying his was small but let’s say compared to knee replacement) so I wonder if they’re going to make it through that or what’s gonna happen. If she’s gonna keep flying out to mich. is he gonna stay here.

Let’s say she does have a full time job like anons say. I don’t think there just gonna let her take a week or so off multiple times during the summer. Jack and sienna broke it off after 8/9 months together bc of long distance

What’s going to happen if she can’t keep going to much. Olivia is a model she can stay in Vancouver weeks/months at a time js.

Anyone have any other opinions or stuff love to hear what y’all think( omg this is so long I’m sorry)

No it’s totally fine anon! I love these long ones they give me so much info - if you’d like to share the website with me privately I’d love that

But I agree, being realistic there’s a point that it is gonna end it’s just a matter of time and how it will happen - because the man is 22 and in the nhl, realistically he still has so much more people to meet in life

Jack seems happy but he does majority of the time and has in previous relationships so I don’t see a difference there for it being something more there Jack is like that with almost any girl I’ve ever seen him with and in no way am I comparing but I’m trying to be real here.

The surgery is questionable too, now it could potentially cause trouble I’d assume with everything and what not but if it’s not this summer it goes down it makes me wonder if it’ll be before the season starts or maybe a little bit after

I feel like distance won’t be a huge problem but it definitely would be other things like the season or it just working out because I just have a feeling. Based off what everyone’s said she’s really not nice and a Zionist + they seem to be moving super fast which never seems to end well… lol

I hope you guys can send in ur opinions on this because it’s interesting

#j.hughes #hockey gossip

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girlweepinginstairwell · 1 month

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heyy i’m abt to turn 21 and i’m just entering undergrad (creative writing major + minor in pub/editing hopefully!!) and my girlfriend is 22 about to graduate with a molecular biology degree and debating emt/research/med school and our best friends are graduating with a neuroscience degree and pre-k/kindergarten education degree respectively (education friend started in architecture and has taken an extra two yrs to graduate and our neuro buddy is debating med school, law school, research or just continuing to work in hospitality in the city until something else clicks). all of this to say that this time of life is fucking bonkers and all of us are just trying to follow what keeps us interested and trying to meet as many people as possible (nuero friend got the hotel job bc she sat next to the friend of a guy who knew a guy!! education friend babysits for their prof now and she’s trying to get them into the school her kids go to, and i’m able to move with my girlfriend bc her prof knows ppl in the state of my school who might be able to take her in). sending you the best of luck with finding yr path and the right hands to shake <333

wowwww exciting! i’m trying to break into the publishing world too so maybe someday we’ll be coworkers and never even know :-] your social circle sounds lovely and i think it’s wonderful that you’re surrounded by so many people trying out lots of different things. best of luck to you with undergrad and with moving in together & thank you for the well wishes! 🌟

#asks

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justlillythinking · 1 year

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hey! I love the na'vi x human!reader trope a lot so I want to request lo'ak smut where they.. try to make it fit? Only in case you are comfortable with it of course! thank you a lot! <3

lo’ak x human!reader smut

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warnings- sex, underage drinking, fingering, size difference, making out, etc.

i got so carried away.

we put the bottle in the center, sitting on the ground around it. i sit next to kiri and her friend, both of them eyeing their target kisses. kiri stand up to explain the rules to the group.

i laugh, “no way, he doesn’t like me like that! i wish though.”

“fine,” she says, “if you’re so sure then if i’m right, you have to do my cleaning duties for a week. same goes for me if you’re right.”

“deal”, i snicker and shake her hand.

it seems alo’ya is thinking the same thing; she gets up and bangs in the door, drunkly yelling, “if you two don’t hurry up and kiss, i think it’s majority time that you have to take a shot.”

“ok let’s spin it again.”

i hear lo’ak clear his throat after about 15 seconds of silence.

“umm…” he starts.

“so umm…”

they sit in awkward silence for 10 more seconds before alo’ya says, “yeah i don’t think this is gonna work, shots?”

lo’ak lets out a relived sigh just as i do too, thankful for her playing my wingman.

“yeah, i could definitely use a shot”, he says, laughing.

a couple more rounds are played before it lands on me and kiri. we both giggle and go into the closet, drunkenly joking. i whisper to her, “so how good was your kiss with spider?”

she sits very seriously, contemplating what i said. i laugh at her sudden change in demeanor.

“yeah i guess you’re right.” she snickers and looks at me.

“i don’t know why i’m complaining, you’re actually half of lo’ak's height. i guess that’s good though, you wouldn’t even have to get in your knees-“

i gasp and slap her hands.

“kiri do not say that!! you’re so dirty minded! plus i’m not even that short and you know it.”

“i’m just saying!! like would it even fit-“

she starts to complain before spider interjects, “you’re right neteyam, i’ll walk her back to her tent.”

i giggle and wiggle my eyebrows at her, alo’ya yelling, “go get some girl!” as they walk off.

“someone seems excited to be alone with me, huh?”

i blush and look down at my feet, losing all my new found confidence.

“well i mean it’s a fun game-“

“no, no,” he’s says, grabbing my chin and tilting it up to look at him, “don’t get all shy on me.”

“lo’ak?”

“yeah y/n?”

i giggle again before whispering like i’m about to tell him a secret, “did i ever tell you that you’re like… really really pretty?”

he laughs shaking his head.

“well lo’ak, i think you’re really pretty and i love your eyes and you hair and i really like how tall are because sometimes i wish i was tall-“

he cuts off my drunken rambling, grabbing my waist. his touch sends butterflies into my stomach, sobering me up quickly. i look up and him and put my hands on his lean chest.

he leans down, warm breath fanning on my neck and sending shivers all down my back.

“can i kiss you y/n?”

once he tugs my top of he, gropes my breasts, whispering, “you’re so perfect y/n. you’re so beautiful.”

i whine and put my hands on his back, trying to pull him closer, but he grabs both of my wrists with one hand, pining them above my head.

“lo’ak please,” i say, arching my back to try and wiggle out of his grip, “don’t tease me right now. i need you.”

“don’t be a brat y/n, hold on.”

“please lo’ak, i need you inside of me.”

“you’re going to have to patient, i have to prepare you first.”

“oh fuck”, i whimper loudly, feeling myself already starting to come undone.

“yeah, do you like that?” he says, pinching my clit.

“not tonight, i need to be inside you now.”

“oh fuck y/n, you’re so tight.”

“look how big i am in you, i can see my cock in your fucking stomach”

my final straw his when he pushes onto my stomach, making me cry out every time he thrusts into me. i clench around him as i cum, shuttering and shaking as he continues to fuck me through my high.

after i calm down from my high he pulls out, jerking off before his warm cum lands my stomach. he lays down beside me, both of us panting and exhausted. i look over and him and smile.

we lay there for a couple minutes before he goes and gets a rag for my stomach, wiping it off. he goes and cleans himself off before laying down beside me again. i sigh and cuddle into his chest.

“i see you lo’ak.”

“i see you y/n.”

i smile up at him him before groaning and rubbing my eyes.

“what is it?” he asks, confused if he’s done something wrong.

“i have to do a week of alo’ya’s chores now.”

he laughs, and before we know it, we are asleep in each others arms.

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raraeavesmoriendi · 2 months

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I just finished last night and I have some questions for people who have read mike bockoven’s fantasticland -

[for those who have not:

- take a climate change-charged hurricane that’s the worst noaa has seen in recent memory and the first to hit daytona beach since 1960

- throw it at a Not-Disney-World Florida theme park with major national nostalgia, where a bunch of the Not-Disney College Program kids and some adult staff have opted to get paid extra to stay inside the park through the storm to prevent looting

- watch as people trapped within the park for more than a month - still with plenty of food and water, mind you - lose their minds, fragment into factions, and begin going full battle royale/lord of the flies on each other

- tell the whole thing testimonial style with different witnesses interviewed each chapter, a la World War Z, with some insanely unreliable narrators to boot

if that sounds like your kind of horror novel, give it a go. it’s not perfect (especially when they call the factions ‘tribes,’ which. yikes.) but I tore through it in like, two days.]

okay, questions below, spoilers for the novel:

1. …is the pirate who comforted the little boy who was evacuating, in interview three with the kansas city dad, Brock Hockley? am I reading too much into that?

like. I don’t remember that we ever get a description of him, so I don’t know about the “weird beard/mustache thing” the dad describes, but just. the emphasis put on “I’d like to shake his hand. I might even give him a hug.” feels so purposeful. part of me wonders if that’s supposed to add some further hindsight horror to what happened in the park and then his prison interview. he says early that he found making little kids happy a fulfilling and rewarding part of his job as a character actor in the park, and we know other people found him charismatic enough to follow, not just because they were scared but bc he could have these moments of surface-level charm or rationality (the code, etc.)

idk, I just thought it felt a bit too one-off to read it as Just Some Guy. but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I could be wrong.

2. we never get any hint as to the identity of the warthog couple, right? I remember the FNG found their masks discarded outside the World Circus, they’re first mentioned in the book as hanging around/inside the circus, and the guy from the Dreamland Hotel interview talks about still getting postcards from them whenever he moves (scariest part of the whole book for me ngl), so we can assume they were walked out with the rest of the survivors. I just wasn’t sure if there was anything else to do with them that I missed.

I’m still thinking about the fact that they turned the Dreamland lobby into a torture theater. like… who was that for? just for them, or did they have an audience? probably not, right? since they weren’t affiliated with anyone? but still. also, who were they taking there, just people they could pick off???

hmm. I wonder if any casualties thought to be faction-related were actually theirs.

3. in Travis’s interview (the guy with the body camera), do we know who the girl is that they found in the crawlspace of the employee locker room? the one whispering “Mommy” over and over? there were enough survivors left that she could be someone we didn’t encounter before, but I just thought I’d check that there wasn’t some other interview where someone describes a girl running off to hide. the Anonymous shopgirl mentioned one of the girls disappeared during the cannon raid on Pirate turf with the Deadpool soldiers before they turned on each other, so I wondered if it could be her.

4. Brock in his interview mentions that Sam Garlieck’s people were terrorizing others during the power outage in the storm shelter, specifically mentioning an instance of sexual assault. does anyone else corroborate this in their interview? Adam Jakes sounds skeptical, saying his research would have turned that up by now, but the only people we really hear from about that period are Sam himself (obviously an unreliable narrator, like, duh) and Stuart Dietz, who mentioned that Sam definitely killed Maria Flynn. did anyone see any other mentions of this anywhere, or did we just move straight out of the storm shelters and never talk about them again once we get to the park? is this just Brock being an unreliable narrator himself to justify how things went down? (but then why would he need to be, when Bryce definitely died?? although he himself says that wasn’t as big a motivator as people writing about him want it to be, so maybe that’s moot)

5. not really a question just an observation: Stuart Dietz, the maintenance guy/Mole Man, is the only person to get two interviews in the entire novel. Not Sam, not Jill, not Brock. I don’t know, I just find that really interesting why he was selected to come back twice. I know part of it is to describe the botched demolition, but I’m also wondering what effect it has on the novel that the only person we hear from multiple times is an older dude from one of the pointedly non-aggressive factions.

6. in looking through posts already in the tag, I don’t quite follow some readers’ comments that there was an attempt at a “cell phones bad!!” message here. I feel like every time it’s come up, it’s been shown by Adam Jakes (author stand-in) to be minimizing what really happened and looking for an easy scapegoat. I don’t think that was part of the intended story at all, I think it’s just been stated over and over as people using an excuse to not think themselves capable of similar violence. just wanted to put that out there.

anyway. one of my favorite things about novels with multi-witness perspectives is finding threads that leave off in one person’s story and pick up in another, so I’m going through my digital copy and highlighting all the places two different interviews tie together (Austin’s fate, the guy who botched branding Adrienne as part of his Pirate initiation, etc.)

if anyone else has noticed anything interesting, I’m all ears 👀

#fantasticland #mike bockoven #horror novels #it’s been a while that I’ve been so taken by a book that I stop to write a post about it #especially when I have housekeeping chores looming over my shoulder #glenn guignol is my favorite to no one’s surprise #his name was a delightful reference and the character delivered on that #if I had to do the v thing the novel calls out and over-identify with a faction it would be the Freaks #bc I feel like I’ve had to build myself up to be scarier than I was to be left alone at various times when I was younger #so that would be my strategy too v likely #although then I would have to grapple with if it only spread further panic and hysteria so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Hiii Space!!

I love love love your planet personifications and I was wondering what the lore surrounding moons and other celestial objects (asteroids, comets, etc) is in your Milky Way fandom?? And also also are you comfortable with people making fan characters/oc’s for your Milky Way fandom creation?? (These two questions do actually go hand in hand, I promise haha!!)

- your most cringefail selfshipping follower, Ezra <3

howdy!

i've actually designed a lot of other objects, include moons, stars, nebulas, etc. i thinnnnk the current count is around 55 characters.

now moons are pretty diverse. the main thing that classifies them as "moons" is just the fact that they orbit a planet (or a dwarf planet or even an asteroid). bc of this, my moon characters as just as diverse. all of the major ones are humanoids (titan, luna, ganymede, europa, etc.) while most of the smaller ones are personified as animals that the planet associates with (mars has two dogs, jupiter has birds, saturn has reptiles, uranus has rodents/bunnies, neptune has fish/amphibians, and pluto has cats). there are a few exceptions tho (like jupiter's inner 4 moons are very small in size, but are personified as little girls). don't have too many good drawings of them, but here's titan, luna, and ganymede!

the relationship a moon will have with their planet also varies. for jupiter moons, its more familial. for earth and luna, they're very close friends. for saturn moons, the relationship is a little more professional. etc. etc.

as for asteroids, they kinda follow similar rules to moons on if they're a humanoid, and smaller asteroids will be animals or monsters. they kinda just vibe in the solar system lmao. the asteroid belt is led by ceres, the "queen of the asteroid belt". she has a big rivalry with jupiter, who tends to bully her asteroids lmao.

comets are similar again. however i kinda always picture them as shitty lil dardevils who swing by the sun just to hurl insults at him hheheheh. living life on the edge.

god i realized ive written so much and i havent even gotten to stars or nebulas yet adghjgasdh uhhhhhhhh

stars are very fun. they all kinda look like sol but with different colors depending on what kind of light they give off (more red, more blue, etc). theyre kinda the "main" population in the universe and are all weird lil guys. in contrast to planets, the follow pretty strict life cycles, turning into red giants when they get old and exploding, with their corpse then turning into a white dwarf, neutron star, or black hole. i tend to picture planets as the most "human" of the personifications, so stars can be kinda weird and a lil more eldritch.

i'll leave nebulas for later lmao, but thats the basic stuff with my little space ocs!

if you do want to make ocs in my little world (been thinking of naming it something like "geocentric" since earth is the main character lmao), go ahead, have fun! just make sure to link back to me. but of course, the milky way fandom is fairly big with a lot of folks making their own interpretations of the planets, so if ya instead wanna make your own thing outside of my oc world, go nuts!

#asks #text #planet personification #selfindulgentfandomstuff #big lore dump lmaoooo #//long post

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Writer Rant: Am I the only one who finds it kind of strange how many people are complaining about how the detective didn't have a choice but to join the agency? Like I totally get thinking its too soon (I personally expected it in book 4 at least, so I have no issue with the opinion it should have happened later in the series) but there's been multiple posts I've seen of people saying they're upset that choice was forced upon them/the 'no' option didn't work, and I'm kind of wondering what they expected? Idk I feel like there's this growing trend in the IF/COG community where people are mad that they can't go completely against the status quo of the story, but like...there's a difference between taking away choices for the protag/taking control out of the players hands and some plots just *needing* to happen in order for the story to proceed as intended, especially when they relate directly to the protag and their environment and not a mostly offscreen situation like the aftermath of whether Sanja survives/the treaty is signed in Book 2.

The detective being a full time agent is a major development and would effect most if not every agency/station related scene going forward - if saying no was a legitimate option that carried over as a major choice, Mishka would basically have to write a second version of each subsequent book to account for the differences until they finally join. Not allowing that to be an option isn't taking away the players choice because it was *never* a choice to begin with, its a set part of the plot already. I get the frustration of it maybe not being the most in character, but the author in me wants to scream that it's not on the author to adapt their story to fit each OC every time, especially when that OC is made to intentionally break what 'should' be happening. For all the legitimate criticism about book 3 that I've seen, this is the one that I genuinely Do Not Understand unless there's just a lot of folks in the fandom without experience writing longer, connective works, because they either don't recognize or respect just *how much* would have to change going forward based on that one call.

i completely get where you're coming from, i really do, but i have to disagree with some points here

i think that the reason people are upset is because mis/hka has like. stripped the agency (haha no pun intended) from the mc but it doesn't quite feel as intentional as she wanted it to be – (idk if i'm explaining correctly bc it makes sense in my head) let's say you're playing with an mc that has little to no agency points, they've fucked up majorly at every stat check (murphy got away, sanja died, falk didn't sign the treaty, falk was hostile, fucked up at the auction), and they're scared of supernaturals? in what world would that qualify the mc for an agency position?

if you're thinking "okay well, maybe it's because the agency is trying to keep a close watch on the mc" – okay, well, mis/hka isn't going to flesh out the idea of the agency being evil or even explicitly morally grey. she's said herself in asks before that the agency are the "good guys" (i don't feel like looking for it lmao if you do, godspeed. there's a lot of asks to sift through) – so the choice just doesn't make sense unless she's been playing the absolute longest con and they'll be revealed to be the true antagonists in the end.

if they are, i'll record myself a jean jacket with no sauce :) xoxo

but like others have said before, mis/hka is writing this series as a utopia of sorts – the mc is a fucking cop, working for a federal agency. and they're presented as the good guys. that alone means that any weird things that they do are going to be pushed aside and blamed on an "individual" rather than the "structure" itself, if that makes sense. (an option available towards the end of book 3 depending on what route you're on is being able to erase bobby's memories if they find out about supernaturals. a cop? possibly forcibly suppressing a journalist? yeah. no thought put into that option.)

what i'm getting at is, she's stripping the choice to join the agency from the mc's who don't want it, and similarly, from what she's shown us, it's not going to amount to anything, because she doesn't seem to criticize any of the systems she's established in a larger sense outside of the mc's dialogue. so if that doesn't matter, then what are the mc's working towards? <- this is a rhetorical question, food for thought if you will LMAO

sorry this is all over the place, but to tie it all back together, i think that yes, if your oc doesn't fit the universe, i completely agree – you can't blame the author for not fulfilling every fantasy you have about the series – but similarly, i think that if mis/hka is giving us the option to make mc's who are untrustworthy of the agency, it's her job to follow through with that to some degree. and that means not just pandering to mcs that love their job, love being a cop, love supernaturals, love the agency, always pass stat checks, etc.

all of my thoughts are based on things she's said about her own story, and how i think that contradicts some ideas she may be unintentionally setting up.

but again, i totally get where ur coming from – branching stories are difficult, i just think that if you're going to offer options in a story, then choices should matter, and they feel like they don't in b3. i get that things need to happen in order for the story to progress, but some of these choices the mc is able to make feels like dead ends? like it's not going anywhere

#sorry for the very long ramble – it's unedited i was just typing out my feelings and it turned into a big thing #this has been the point of the story i've been most interested to see how it plays out even moreso than the romances #bc like. if the c*ps and f*deral agents are good people then. what is the future of this story gonna hold LMAO #again this is unedited just word vomit LMAO #asks #twc book 3 #twc book 3 spoilers #twc b3 spoilers #long post

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