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fangirlies · 1 year

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on a high - (a.p)

Pairing: ajax petropolus x fem!reader

Request: what do you think abt reader confessing her feelings to him and theyre reciprocated!

Warnings: drugs. a little groping. best friends to lovers. (Please let me know if I should be aware of anything else!)

A.N: it’s been a while fangirlies! this one wasn’t planned at all (hence why it’s not on my updates) it goes to show how much my brain loves to focus on many things at once. Anyway, enjoy this ajax fluff.

“This was such a bad idea”

“Will you shut up and stop being a wimp for once,”

Ajax took a look around the deserted, dark library. He was obviously becoming paranoid after the joint you two had smoked. He was aware that the repercussions would be severe if the two of you were found in here high and after curfew. On the other end, it was as if you were on cloud nine. You were pleased that your cunning plan to lure Ajax out of his dorm room was successful. That said, your friendship with ajax simply thrived for that very reason. He was always being pushed out of his comfort zone by you; sometimes it required a bit more effort than anticipated, but the experiences you two shared were unquestionably worthwhile. In exchange, he would provide the tiny ziplock bags with weed that would make your adventures even more enjoyable.

“Isn't this nice, Jax? A quiet library all to ourselves where no one can disturb us?” Your hands extended out as you twirled in the space free of tables and bookshelves.

Your best friend laughed at your movements, "Sounds like you're trying to seduce me." He moved toward your spinning body, his anxieties visibly fading.

“Is it working?” You teased, coming to a stop in front of him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you gazed into his warm brown eyes.

It sent chills down your back when Ajax whispered, "Maybe." The two of you frequently made jokes and flirtatious remarks were tossed either way. This one, though, felt different.

The two of you locked eyes for a split second, trying frantically to read the situation. Fearing that taking the action both of you were itching to scratch would damage a friendship that had developed over the years. But as soon as he shifted his attention to your lips, you took a chance that you hoped you wouldn't have to pay for when you sobered up and pressed your lips onto his. You could tell that he was afraid to take it too far when his hands settled on your lower back. His snakes were heard hissing under his beanie as you two shared a slow and passionate kiss. It seemed as though he had been longing to taste you for a while but never gathered the confidence. Both of your tongues were circling about in each other's mouths before you gained the courage to pull away from his kiss, which was only getting more intense by the second. You couldn't look at him, your forehead resting on his chest as if you were afraid to do so.

“Jax. . .” You spoke, trying to steady your breathing.

He was only able to reply with a low "hmm." He was once more filled with anxiety as he awaited your upcoming words.

Your eyes were now meeting his, and you wish you could read his thoughts right now. "I want you to be more than just my best friend," you say. It had been a couple of years of feeling this way but you were afraid that if your feelings weren’t reciprocated, your friendship wouldn’t be the same.

Each second that he didn’t answer felt like an eternity. You could start to feel your heart drop down to your stomach as he scanned your face and a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Are you just saying that because you want free weed?”

You scoffed before you burst out laughing.

“Maybe,”

Your back pockets were reached for by Ajax as he rolled his eyes at your response and drew you closer to his chest. It caught you off guard because he's never caressed your ass before.

"That's a bold move," he said as he leaned down to place a sweet peck on your lips—snakes dancing around his beanie in pure bliss at this point—"and just so you know, I was kinda hoping you'd say that."

A.N: feedback always welcomed! it’s my first time writing for jax, so be nice.

For the bestie that sent in this request— I hope it was more or less what you had in mind! thank you for requesting 🤍🦋🪴🧚🏼‍♀️

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queenie-blackthorn · 7 months

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tips for writing arab characters

writer here!! im a middle eastern writer whos noticed that theres a VERY significant lack of info on how to write arabs, so im here to help !! (however, keep in mind that im specifically gulf arab and may not be able to provide as much info on levant arabs or north african arabs. if there are any on here, feel free to reblog w more info !! )

dont get arabs mixed up w muslims. yes, a large portion of the arab population are muslim, but youd be surprised at the number of non-muslim arabs that exist. if you wanna write abt a muslim character, a post i made that might help is here

list of arab countries, with the adjective:

algeria — algerian

bahrain — bahraini

the comoros islands — comorans

djibouti — djiboutian

egypt — egyptian

iraq — iraqi

jordan — jordanian

kuwait — kuwaiti

lebanon — lebanese

libya — libyan

morocco — moroccan

mauritania — mauritanian

oman — omani

palestine — palestinian

qatar — qatari

kingdom of saudi arabia (ksa) — saudi

somalia — somali

sudan — sudanese

syria — syrian

tunisia — tunisian

united arab emirates (uae) — emirati

yemen — yemeni

dialects/language:

dialects greatly differ—the egyptian dialect is the most common, followed closely by the levantine dialect

classic arabic is called fusha (fuss-ha), used in things like official documents, media, education. every arab knows it but its not used in day to day language except in media (all dialects basically come from fusha, but with slight changes)

'p' and 'g' (as in 'gurgle' or 'goal') dont exist in the arabic alphabet, theyre replaced with 'b' and 'j'

depending on where theyre from, they may also learn a third language besides arabic and english (e.g. moroccans know french, a berber arab may know berber)

appearance:

arabs look different based on where theyre from. if theyre from the arabian peninsula, they have thick curly dark hair, tanned skin, and dark eyes. levant arabs are lighter skinned, and green/blue eyes are more common with them

adding on to previous point, arabs have a variety of skin tones, even if theyre siblings. using a real example, me and my older brother respectively look white passing and afro hispanic

dark irises are considered better looking than lighter colored eyes. eyes are usually thick-lashed, with big round slightly upturned eyes

big noses are common, along with full lips (and hereditary dark circles for those with more tanned skin)

high cheekbones and well structured faces are also prevalent

culture:

varies depending on location

influenced by indian culture, IS NOT INTERCHANGEABLE WITH INDIAN CULTURE. that was aladdins mistake

poetry is so common, especially with romantic themes

songs also have romantic themes

youd be surprised at how romantic arabs are

dances vary extremely, from dabke (palestinean dance done in groups, consisting largely of leg/foot movements) to yola (emirati dance with battle origins, done using canes or fake guns) i recommend watching videos (tiktok has a lot of videos esp of dabke)

women also dance but you wont find a lot of videos of it bc its inappropriate

etiquette:

things such as giving someone your back, or facing the bottom of your feet towards someone are considered rude

pda is also taboo (even with straight couples or even sometimes married couples)

cheek kisses are a common way of greeting, but not between genders

in some gulf countries, men greet each other with a nose kiss (not in an intimate way) just stubbing their noses against each other

genders do not mix at all. schools tend to divide girls and boys into two sections starting at a certain age (around age 10/11), and mosques are split into the mens side (usually larger than womens bc men use the mosque more)

having an extramarital relationship is very very taboo (even w hetero relationships) but it still happens. a lot.

family dynamics (note that this is obviously a spectrum. this is the general dynamic, but obv it ranges from family to family):

NOT ALL OF US HAVE ABUSIVE PARENTS. sure theyll spank you if you skip school, but thats not necessarily abusive. its more strict, and youd be surprised at the amount of freedom some parents give their kids

yes, arranged marriages do happen. no, they arent necessarily forced, it just means that your parents had a hand in deciding who youll marry. yes, marrying cousins is a thing, but its much less prevalent now (also, ew)

fathers care. a lot. they dont show it, but they do. they also tend to joke around a lot

mothers tend to be the rule enforcers, and by far our moms are our best friends. we tell them EVERYTHING i swear

aunties gossip a lot

uncles are a safety hazard

its not uncommon to have a large number of cousins (mainly bc arabs tend to have a lot of kids)

the average number of children 3 per woman, but from personal experience the older the generation the more kids (e.g. my great-grandmother had a whopping thirteen kids, my grandmother had seven, my mom has six, but a couple of my aunts only have one or two)

social class/work environment/school environment:

schools tend to be either arab curriculums but there is a high density of american/british curriculum schools

boys and girls tend to be separated in school around age nine/ten but some schools will be mixed genders up till graduation

yes, women work, tho admittedly some of them tend to have careers more than jobs (e.g. photographer, writer, etc while the men handle engineering, economics, etc)

no, not all of us are rich. in fact, countries like jordan, egypt, tunisia, morocco, and yemen (and infamously palestine) are acc struggling w poverty. its mainly just gulf arabs who are rich

furthermore, gulf arabs may be generally rich but a large chunk of them have the same lifestyle as an upper-middle class family in the usa. rich but not too rich. dont be fooled by the videos of guys wearing kandoras and driving lambos

speaking of kandoras...

outfits (keep in mind that spelling may vary since its all transliteration, and pronunciation may vary depending on region) (also keep in mind that even if we still live in the middle east, WE CAN WEAR JEANS AND HOODIES AND BAND SHIRTS. just, usually cover up more in public):

abaya: loose overgarment worn by women

jilbab/chandoor: also worn by women, type of long dress or tunic

the white robe all of yall know is known as a thobe, dishdasha, or kandora

the colored headscarf worn by men is known as a ghuthrain in the gulf, kevfiah in the levant. its kept in place with a black cord called a aghal, and under it they wear a skullcap called a thagiyah

those are the most common ones, however if youd like to get a lil more specific on clothong, the ultimate guide to arab clothing is here (it also has specified clothing for individual countries)

hope this helps, feel free to reblog w more info if you have any !!

#writing tips #writing arabs #arab #writer sources #writing help #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing advice

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unpopularshipbracket · 10 months

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Round 2b Match 1

Rashmi Jamil/Amelie Macon (Entropic Float)

Fic count: 0

Milo/Piers (Pokemon)

fic count: 29

"COUNTRY BOY X EMO CITY BOY, HIMBO X GOTH, SHORT AND STRONG X TALL AND SKINNY, SUNSHINE ONE X GRUMPY ONE C'MON GUYS THEY'RE EVERYTHING it is MIND boggling they aren't more popular"

Rashmelie propaganda under cut!

Rashmelie:

"this essay is going to be reused whole cloth from the submission of them to the 17 million years of pining poll! because unfortunately i do not have the energy to go insane enough to write up anything new oh.

my god. where the fuck do i start with them for real.

okay so, theyve been friends since early childhood, and before either of them came out (Rashmi is agender, they/them, while Amelie is a trans girl, she/her, and they are both mspec which is a bit less relevant but is also there). the earliest time that we know that they have feelings for each other is when theyre both 14, and Rashmi - already out, with their entire family (parents and grandma) supporting them without question - is moving. uhhh 90% of american geography names are the same to me so i might lie there. from Nevada, where they both grew up, to New York, where Rashmi is planning on studying dance further, which has always been their plan; around 14 is when they ran out of teachers at home.

they quietly hope Amelie doesnt confess her feelings for them, as they fear it might tempt them to stay, which they cannot allow themself to do. Amelie, meanwhile, is very carefully not thinking about gender, because her parents are quite frankly the worst. over the course of the years before they meet back up, Amelie has had some dates, but each time, they dont work out, and in her own words, put logs on the flame she carries for Rashmi.

Rashmi, meanwhile. gets married. one of Rashmi's biggest struggles in their romantic pursuits has been the fact that they are both Indian and queer. it has been a struggle for them to find someone who respects both - someone who respects their gender identity while not throwing their culture under the bus. that is one of the factors contributing to the way their relationship with "Ajay" (we learn that this name isnt his real one, but it was magically replaced in Rashmi's memories of him and we dont know it) played out: he is also Indian, and the first thing he asked them upon meeting them was what their pronouns were. and it was all good.

until it wasnt.

i would love to get into that deeper, but the important point is that "Ajay" is kind of a piece of garbage, whose crimes include finding Rashmi's address when they didnt give it out, deliberately not sending Amelie her wedding invitation because Rashmi told him they used to have a crush on her, driving them to drop out of dance school, and general possessiveness (notable being the fact that, whenever he is home, he always asks them to stay home too, which leads to them dropping their social circle and their hobbies). one of the places it grows from is "Ajay" being ace and not quite believing that Rashmi accepts that. he also has a substance abuse problem.

all of that culminates as they return from a short visit to their parents, and he in a fit pushes them down a long flight of stairs.

in the meantime... god, i cant even figure out what parts of information are important about Amelie here. i would put as notable the fact that she only figured out she was a girl something like a year before the events of the game - and only ever came out to Rashmi, who in turn told their parents...

and who didnt realize that Amelie's workplace didnt know. her workplace is just. terrible in social terms. she loves the work itself (its food industry, a restaurant in a casino, dont remember the exact job description) but her coworkers are being the absolute worst. a cesspool of toxic masculinity. also an environment for Amelie's undiagnosed psychosis. she is prone to auditory hallucinations.

after being outed to her boss while also hearing from Rashmi's parents that their husband is... lets just say bad for them, she, while safely at home, hallucinates that her boss or maybe her father is breaking down the door.

simultaneously with Rashmi as they are falling down the stairs, they make Wishes.

these are not widely understood; from the context of the game, it seems as though some people get a Wish when in significant peril, or in distress. you do not need to use the Wish immediately as you get it, but they both did.

essentially, what Rashmi Wishes for is a way to escape from their husband that wouldnt raise a fuss; and Amelie Wishes for a place where she and Rashmi can both be safe. (i am very muddly on the details there) their Wishes create the anomalous clocktower where the game takes place."

#poll #piers pokemon #milo pokemon #pokemon #piers x milo #milo x piers #entropic float #rashmelie #rashmi jamil #amelie macon #pokemon sword and shield #sword and shield

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violet-moonstone · 6 months

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httyd ceremonial music and war chants

ok so one thing i absolutely need to have in one of my httyd fics (the thw rewrite with a time jump - working title is wings of war) - is a scene with communal dancing, chanting, and singing

theres going to be a gathering of the archipelago's leaders at berk (i might call it a "thing" even though its not quite historically accurate...but its httyd lets be real here, nothings historical)

anyway at the gathering/thing, each group will contribute some kind of performance or ceremony in a show of support/celebration and I cant get the image out of my mind of the berserkers essentially performing a heilung song (specifically asja)

i imagine that the berserkers (and probably a lot of others in the archipelago) have incorporated dragons into their ceremonial music, which will only make it cooler and definitely more intimidating in the case of war chants

the scene would take place at night. all the groups that have come to berk are gathered before the great hall and fires have been lit all around. theyre gathered in a semi circle, with performing groups taking their spot in the centre so everyone can see them.

im imagining dagur (shirtless even though its cold, with his face, chest, and arms painted) walking back and forth in front of the ranks of the berserkers who've come with him as part of his entourage for the ceremonies. he's leading the chant, riling them up, pounding on his chest or maybe using a spear to keep time by driving its blunt end into the ground over an over. he's super into it, like sweating, chest heaving with the deep breaths at every pause. sometime he's bending forwards or titling back from the force it takes to lead the chant with consistent volume and expression. he looks a little terrifying.

and then partway through the chant, heather emerges from the middle of the performers - she also has her face painted and shes in an elaborate ceremonial dress - and she starts singing in this haunting but beautiful voice

and its just fucking transcendent, man

hiccup and astrid are watching, absolutely mesmerized

also here's asja for reference. it's about wishing for prosperity and love, which is fitting considering the events that are taking place as the ceremonies are happening

youtube

also i think hakkerskaldyr would be another great one either for the beserkers or several of the tribes gathered together to sing before a battle, either the night before or as theyre on the battlefield. this song makes me feel such a strong sense of anticipation and...is it just me or is the song hot? like this is a sexy song.

imagine dagur chanting hakkerskaldyr while holding some sort of huge weapon, glaring down people he's about to bludgeon to death

hot

youtube

#httyd #how to train your dragon #rtte #race to the edge #httyd fanfiction #httyd headcanons #dagur the deranged #heather the unhinged #Youtube #thw rewrite

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celestialulu · 5 months

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Songs I'd give to Lucy if she was a Kpop soloist and why:

title is self explanatory and some of these might just be based on vibes and sound rather than as a whole but I tried to keep it also based on the general dance/performance and lyrically aswell. idk this is just for fun because ive thought about this a bit lol ALSO i tried to keep these as soloist songs but i think a lot of group songs fit her so most of them are just group songs lol

ALSO a lot of these are nalu based but thats unavoidable because theyre very intertwined lmao

also also this ended being a longer post than i expected and i dont think anyones gonna read everything but yeah

Herione by Sunmi

I mean first of all the title is LITERALLY called Heroine like... come on. This song for me is very nalu core like whenever i hear this song the lyrics scream nalu from a Lucy POV, for me anyway. Mostly the lyrics about a hero, lucy herself has agreed that natsu is kinda like her hero in the RAVE x FT crossover little comic if you didn't know. I would said the sound kinda fits lucy its not too brooding but not too crazy and hyper and its a good middle ground that I think would suit her :)

POP! by Nayeon

Okay so I was deciding between killin' me good and pop for this list because I think they both fit her in diff ways but I think pop is better for her because its whimsical and silly and happy with a bit of cunty and that's very lucy for me <3 but in general I think both songs would work for her but anyway yes pop is very silly and fun and cute and i think thats very fitting for lucy and she would rock the pop m/v outfits

Queen of Hearts by TWICE

Okay this one is both based lyrically and vibe vise. I think it sounds like something lucy would perform its a powerful song but not too over the top and a good middle ground that would suit lucy. anyways the lyrics from the first chorus:

its VERY fitting for lucy leaving her old life behind and starting new and becoming bigger and better yes yes yes and the lyrics about being a queen yes she is a queen and she will rule the world!!!

BONVOYAGE by Dreamcatcher

i loveee this song and honestly a lot of dreamcatcher songs I imagine nalu scenarios in my head to them because theyre songs are sooo catchy and fast paced I can imagine the craziest things,, anyway the reason I chose this song was mostly the lyrics i mean things like

i cant explain it but this is definitely them theyre soulmates and the "maybe you dont but i love you" definitely suits lucy i specifically thought of the line in 100yq of her thinking natsu doesnt like her in that way but you know she loves him anyway and they'll be together forever in his words etc etc

again i cant really explain how this is them but if i had to i would say the way theyre really close and best friends and yet have fallen in love with eachother but are hurting eachother going in circles with their relationship and not confronting their fears about losing each other either quite literally or their relationship and it's gonna build up until it explodes lol

okay last part these lyrics really remind me of the ending in dragon cry when lucy tells natsu that even with the different conflicting parts of him she knows him and she knows that even with all of that hes still just natsu and its what he needed to hear and she just knew that so :)

and also other than the lyrics I think the song can be very lucy sounding,, to me anyways :D

enchanted night ~ 白夜 by Billlie

Okay after the essay on the last one I wanted to do a song that has a more simple explanation,, so Billlie have amazing songs theyre one of my favourite kpop groups and if you haven't listened to their songs they bang so hard please listen <3 anyways the lyrics are all based around of course an enchanted night with lines like "The moon is freaky, the stars are dreamy" etc etc which of course suits lucy due to the stars and such but also the moon part made me think of the galuna island arc and of course the whole eclipse gate and such so yeah! (also the song sounds soft and pretty like lucy.. (: )

Playing with Fire by Blackpink

another song based off of lyrics being very nalu i mean... playing with fire as a title is very nalu,, but also the lyrics are about going too far in love and getting hurt getting burnt etc etc which like you know that one scene in 100yq and like the whole slow burn thing they have,, its very fitting to me imo and also the sound suits lucy its again middle ground powerful but not too overwhelming to the point where its too powerful that it wouldnt suit lucy (not saying she isnt powerful she has her moments which is why i think a middle ground is good)

Queencard - G-IDLE

this might be a hit or miss for some people,, but hear me outtttt... I wanted to add a song thats very high confidence and powerful but a lot of songs in mind were too dark and serious but and I feel like this fits the most,, its feminine and fun with confidence and cunt slayage and its silly and fun and its so lucy to me its so so so lucy too me. I need to draw lucy in a queencard stage outfit like yesterday thank yew also i know a lot of people thought the lyrics were cringe and this that blah blah blah but i think adds to the fun and it kinda fits lucy sometimes shes a little silly and girlfail and thats okay we love her for it

(I will leave it there for now but theres defo more songs out there for this but I dont want to make this toooo long and obv i included these songs a lot because I like them and some other people may not like the songs or agree that they suit lucy but its how I view them and its just for fun :)

#this is curated to a specific audience i hope it finds its way there #fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #fairy tail lucy

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vivisols · 5 months

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like with everything related to mers, courtship traditions vary from pod to pod! different pods have slightly different variations on their traditions and preferred gifts.

as mentioned in prior chapters, shells are a superrrr common gift for mates, although they can also be gifts for friends. it'd be pretty hard to find a pod that didn't have the exchanging of shells as a tradition in some way, especially as a courtship tradition! mers choose shells based on size, texture, color, and shape! small, smooth shells are considered most romantic, as they can easily be used as a scale polisher or made into jewelry. they also just make a nice decoration in general. intact venus comb shells are also considered romantic because of their rarity!

plants (of the uprooted and easily replantable variety) are also a common gift! it's not unheard of for a mer to find a plant pretty and for their mate to come back with it the next day for them to plant in or nearby their den. picked flowers or leaves on their own are considered gifts for your "first crush as a pup", as most mers grow out of picking apart plants for no reason and see it as a bit reckless and disrespectful to both the ocean and the gods. pups, however, don't really care for that. they just grab what they think looks pretty!

some pods have dances for courtship, some do not! a typical courtship dance involves very little use of the arms and a lot of use of the tail unless it's a partner dance. it involves a lot of circling and spiraling and a whole bunch of fin waving! so think of it as like… a waltz! somewhat! bioluminescent mers also incorporate flashes of their bioluminescence. really, it's all about controlled swimming and pretty looking patterns! partner dances involve a lot of twirling and circling, too!

pearls are a very, very special item in mer culture. they're often made into jewelry such as necklaces or bracelets and, because of their rarity, are considered extremely romantic. they're highly sought after! if a mer gets another mer a pearl then theyre basically saying "hey. i love you so much i would die for you". however, its like getting someone an extremely expensive piece of jewelry. it's good if both parties love each other a lot, but at the same time a bit risky to give just anyone. one mer might end up with no pearl, no mate, and a broken heart….

songs and melodies are considered the MOST romantic form of courtship. coming up with a song with or for your mate is considered incredibly romantic. each courtship song is completely unique to those mers! they can either have lyrics or not, with many opting for the latter in order to make it easier to remember. then again, they could also opt for an ever changing, always unique song with a similar melody each time, showing their ever changing and adapting love for each other!

sharing food is common as well! one mer might go out to hunt and bring back another a particularly hard to catch piece of food, such as an octopus or crab. mers prefer larger catches that can be easily shared as opposed to smaller ones that they would eat separately. mer courtship is also based a lot on physical touch, too. holding hands, curling their tail around each other, traditional kissing, and snout nuzzling are very common to see in mates! mers love physical contact! verbally flirting is a bit on the rarer side, but flirting by getting gifts or food to share is incredibly common.

in order to court each other, mers would get each other more gifts and engage in a lot more physical contact. bringing back food to share is especially common! all in all, it depends on the pod and the mer. one mer might really like shells as a gift, and another might prefer to watch a dance. and when two mers are absolutely sure they want to become mates, they will get each other a shell that the other would like and verbally tell each other of their wishes! and after that, well, they're mates! mers mate for life! :Dc

#vivispeaks #claw at the stars au #claw at the stars mer lore #wow that's a lotta words huh...

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bi4pan-polls · 1 year

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okay so! i am here with propaganda for Rashmi Jamil and Amelie Macon (Rashmelie) from Entropic Float!

most of my propaganda is reused whole cloth from what ive said for 17 million years of pining, so there will be a significant amount of focus on how long it took them to get together

anyway.

oh. my god. where the fuck do i start with them for real.

okay so, theyve been friends since early childhood, and before either of them came out (Rashmi is agender, they/them, while Amelie is a trans girl, she/her, and they are in fact canonically bi4pan - or pan4bi, if were going by name order, since Rashmi is pan and Amelie is bi). the earliest time that we know that they have feelings for each other is when theyre both 14, and Rashmi - already out, with their entire family (parents and grandma) supporting them without question - is moving. uhhh 90% of american geography names are the same to me so i might lie there. from Nevada, where they both grew up, to New York, where Rashmi is planning on studying dance further, which has always been their plan; around 14 is when they ran out of teachers at home.

they quietly hope Amelie doesnt confess her feelings for them, as they fear it might tempt them to stay, which they cannot allow themself to do.

Amelie, meanwhile, is very carefully not thinking about gender, because her parents are quite frankly the worst. over the course of the years before they meet back up, Amelie has had some dates, but each time, they dont work out, and in her own words, put logs on the flame she carries for Rashmi.

Rashmi, meanwhile. gets married.

one of Rashmi's biggest struggles in their romantic pursuits has been the fact that they are both Indian and queer. it has been a struggle for them to find someone who respects both - someone who respects their gender identity while not throwing their culture under the bus. that is one of the factors contributing to the way their relationship with "Ajay" (we learn that this name isnt his real one, but it was magically replaced in Rashmi's memories of him and we dont know it) played out: he is also Indian, and the first thing he asked them upon meeting them was what their pronouns were. and it was all good.

until it wasnt.

all of that culminates as they return from a short visit to their parents, and he in a fit pushes them down a long flight of stairs.

and who didnt realize that Amelie's workplace didnt know.

her workplace is just. terrible in social terms. she loves the work itself (its food industry, a restaurant in a casino, dont remember the exact job description) but her coworkers are being the absolute worst. a cesspool of toxic masculinity. also an environment for Amelie's undiagnosed psychosis. she is prone to auditory hallucinations.

simultaneously with Rashmi as they are falling down the stairs, they make Wishes.

Oh my gosh,,,couple of all. Not just Pan4bi couple of all time. Just couple of all time in the world.

*Propaganda for Rashmelie from Entropic Float Part 1

#sorry it took me like an hour to respond to this #propaganda #entropic float

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fortnite-ao3feed · 3 days

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Désespoir

by rxsetint

"So," Montague finally says, his accent heavy, voice just above a whisper, "Are you going to make a move, or are we going to dance a little longer?”

The challenge is clear in his eyes, as he waits for Midas's next move. The island around them feels like it's holding its breath, waiting to see which way things will fall. The air crackles with tension and raw desire, as the two men circle each other like predators, locked in a dance of seduction and power.

Words: 5633, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Fortnite (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midas (Fortnite), Montague (Fortnite)

Relationships: midas/montague

Additional Tags: Dom/sub Undertones, begging in french, Guns, rivals to lovers?, idk if theyre lovers or if it’s just physical at this point, montague stealing from midas trope, montague got rizz???, bratty submissive montague, PWP, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, i just love this trope okayyyy, who gave me the rights to a thesaurus, rambly long fic, THIS IS RLLY DIRTY PLS 🫣

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itsmebytch001 · 9 months

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Spinster And Her Gal.

(18 plus story)

Summary: Twila has little sexual experince at all, so when an older woman comes onto her at the local gay club she dosen't know how to react, should she go home with her to expeince new pleasures, or return home to an empty bed.

Looming outside the glass doors Twila can hear the booming 200's pop tunes as the reflections of the gel lights, Blue Red And Green flash out from the also glass walls. She feels it pulling her in, like Britney tunes are sirening her to join the pit of beautiful dancing women and then drown in them.

She Begins to feel like a vouyer, just watching them though the transparent walls like they couldn't also see her. The women are chatting, buying each other drinks, caressing each other under the tables like no one's looking and exchaning numbers. Twila turns her back on the open wall and faces the street, cold, empty and dark, the only illumation coming from the glow of Club Doll.

How strange she must have looked if anyone had actually observed her standing motionless, overdressed in a floor legth hot pink trech coat, staring into the void flat faced. And someone did, thank god. The door wrings open and out steps Cindy in a hawiian shirt.

Cindy: "Oh my, Twila you came!" She exclamied reaching for Twila's hand, firmly grabbing it to coax her in.

Twila: "You invited me hehe"

She awakwarly giggled to herself as Cindy pulled her inside, as she took one fianl look out at the ending void outside. Now inside she could feel the bass of the hard floor vibrate though her platforms as Cindy waved to her friends sitting across the club, gesturing to Twila, she wasn't sure if she was pointing fun at her bright outfit, or highlighting that she had actually turned up.

As Cindy let her to the round table where a circle of stranges awaited her by hand, as if maybe she would make a break for it Cindy turned to Twila grinning so much her lips curled in so that all she could see was teeth.

Cindy: "Love your out fit! So...Camp" 'Okay then, hawiian shirt and black jeans'

Sat down with all Cindy's friends, not able to get a real look at them due to the constant fluxing light but still sensing theyre eyes looking over her.

'put on a brave face now Twila'

And so she did, smiling thinly as she nodded to thier converstaions that she triend to invole herself in, until in shifted to retellings of group stories. The whole time Ciny kept her hand rested above hers, as if to keep her there.

Meanwhile across the dance floor Maria in a sleek black velevet dress open's up a bottle of red, sniffing the cork with a sour look on face, nose wriknling as the vinger esc scent invades her nose.

Maria: " It's not corked! I paid 20 quid for that bloody bottle, I should get my money back"

Klara: "Do you know where you are love?!" She bellowed over the deafing waves of music.

Maria: "Oh god why am I here? I'm too old for this" groaning she looked around obersing all the 20 somthing's throw themsleves on the dance floor, driking in excess and fingering each other in the darkest courners of the room.

Klara: "Your'e never to old to party!"

Marina: "Even at 41? I think I went to school with these girls Mums!"

Klara: "Oh come on! It's a Party! WhOoO" Flaming her arms in a circling motion, clearly hammred.

Marina: "Okay baby, time to get you home mkay?"

Klara: "NOooo, It's a parTAY" as she slapped her face into the wooden stikcy table.

Waving Klara off as the cabby took her to her flat, she took the time to hang round the smkoing area of the club, leaning on a steel handle bar inaling the smoke.

Meantime Twila had made a quick escape from Cindys table and found aslyum in the smoking area, welcomed in by the grey smog and mild chatter leaning on the brick wall, taking in all the second hand smoke.

Marina took notice of Twila, it was proberly her highlighter pink trench coat 'Intresting choice' she thought.

She was a pretty young thing, tall with broad shoulders, long course black hair shaping her round face well, small brown eyes with thick eyebrows and skin, she wished she could see more of her body if it weren't consealed in that pink montsrouse coat that made her look like a umbrella with feet.

She was intriued by this girl, she she slyly walked over to lean also on the brick wall while Twila was deep on her phone scrouling though bus times.

Marina: "Boo"

Twila:"Aahhhh!" Cleary suprised by the sudden closness Twila flinched from her, confused by how this woman had just appeared by her side, standing directy under a bright ligh she could finally for the first time tonight actually see somone's face. She was tall and slim with a v face shape, large doe eyes with awfully thick lashes and thin eyebrows all untop her light brown skin.

Marina: "hey? You okay?"

Twila: "I'm fine"

Marina: "Marina, you?"

Twila: " Twila"

Marina: "such a pretty name, for a pretty gal"

Twila: "oh, uh thank you"

Marina: " what brings you here?"

Twila: "My mate brought me here, see some friends"

Marina: "have a fag?"

Twila: "No sorry, i don't smoke"

... ...

Marina waved her eye brows in confusion, still leaning elegantly on the wall.

...

Twila: "I just didn't want to be in there, too loud, couldn't hear what was being spat at me"

Marina: "That's fair, It's not for everyone"

Twila: "If you don't mind me asking...why are you here?"

faming offence Marina pressed one hand over her heart and pushed her chin forward eye brows raised as if in shock, as Twila curled into herself wishing to combust right there.

Twila: "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like-"

Marina grinded mischivoulsouly.

Marina: "No no, It's okay! I know I'm a bit senior to be here, but my friend wanted to come here and I just knew she was going to get pissed, and wanted to be there when she did, you know"

Twila had now noticed how her nostrils were greeted by Marina's perfume, rose and wood with hints of musk.

Twila: "if you don't mind me asking, what are you wearing?"

Marina: "My dress?"

Twila: "No no sorry, your perfume"

Marina: "Oh, Boss by Hugo"

Twila: "It's very nice, hehe" 'God Please help me'

Marina pushed off the wall, reavling how tall she actually was, also in heels, she stepped closer to Twila, her foot now resting against hers standing so close that Twila felt her eyes wander down to Marina's concleaded breast's right at eye level, not wanting to be perverse she forced herslef to look up at her, smirking down at her with lulled eyes.

Marina: "How old are you sweetie?"

Twila: "24"

Marina curled her index finger under Twila's chin, and her thumb placed softly over Twila's bottom lip pulling it down a smidge.

Marina: "That coat dose nothing for you Love, hides everything" she strokes she hand down her coat.

Twila: "Oh uh thank you"

Marina: "Am I making you uncomfortbale?"

Twila: "No no, Its okay"

Marina slipped her hand into the gap between buttons skimming over her waist then pulling her closer, their breats are pressed together, her other hand wraps around the back of Twilas neck pulling her ever so close, lips ghosting over each others.

Marina: "Can I kiss you Sweetie?"

Twila:"I-I would like too but were in an alley"

Marina: "Oh God right" She said re essasing her sourdouings.

Marina: "Would you like to uh...come home with me?"

...

END OF CHAPTER.

(Feel Free For Feedback, Would Love It)

#lesbian #wlw pride #Lesbiansmut #wlw smut #bd/sm mommy

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summersareknives · 1 year

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actually fuck tumblr fr cant believe they deleted my ask smh.

fear not im back :)

fic rec for u! it was only a kiss! by remuslives23 (wolfstar, they drink some firewhiskey and accidentally kiss. v cute)

miss taylor: the last great american dynasty, state of grace, & wonderland <3

i'll reanswer ur qs from last time:

ive got no allergies! that i know of at least. im safe for now. i truly fear the day i find out im suddenly allergic to a food i love (can that even happen?? i hope not)

i totally believe in fate, i think everything kinda happens for a reason and everyone meets people for a reason. if its meant to be itll be, and if its not meant to be then its just not meant to be. some things (most things) are out of our control so whats the point in trying to control what happens to us and who we meet. i say we go with the flow (i say this as the most anxious person on the planet who cant handle change or unfamiliarity)

i accidentally messed up a good friendship a few years ago, basically i wasnt there for someone when they needed me (to be fair we were both going thru it so i didnt even realize) but theyre happier now and so am i so all is well.

i wake up bright and early (its almost noon) i gracefully get out of bed (i drag myself out of bed) i make myself a hearty nutritious meal (i make coffee and some toast if its a good day) i get ready for class (i change into sweatpants and brush my teeth) i head to campus (my class is online. i stay in bed for the rest of the day)

fav superhero forever spiderman & daredevil. and thor cause hes a dumbass and funny but PETER PARKER & MATT MURDOCK MY LOVES!!!

id switch lives with someone crazy wealthy like elon musk or jeff bezos so i can drain their bank accounts and donate to people in need and solve world hunger <3 or maybe timothee chalamet cause id love to know what goes on in his mind hes so funny sometimes.

i wish i had written just lovers by zar bc that fic will forever be my favourite thing ever. its just so damn good and to be the author of it would be truly an honour.

i wish i had written maybe the iliad & odyssey cause 1. theyre freaking epic & 2. homer mightve not been a real person so if i was homer i would be an mysterious enigma.

ive never been in love actually, despite being a hopeless romantic. ive liked people but it never got further than that so ig im just waiting for the right person to come along !

im so loud as a drunk. i WILL sing along to anything playing and i WILL dance horribly. im also giggly cause everything becomes hilarious to me. i do sometimes get confrontational too but thats only if i drink white rum, for some reason.

our worst fight can hardly be considered a fight cause its so dumb but she had called me to ask if id be there for her bday party, i said i might not be able to cause i had 4 papers due the weekend of her party and then she got really upset cause she wanted me there and then i got upset cause i wanted to be there really bad but i was overwhelmed with school and exams and we kinda just sobbed at each other for like 10 mins before we hung up. she called me back a few mins later and we both apologized for being stupid and then i told her id get my papers done so i could go which solved our problem. luckily i did get my papers done in time and i made it🎉 i think i wrote almost 10,000 words in the span of 2 days it was torture truly.

prob last time i saw liv which was in january :( damn her for going to a diff city for uni fr. but we walked in circles around this lake for a few hours and chatted shit about the bitchy people we went to high school with & it was lovely.

jegulily i think yes! james has two hands. i havent read any of them yet but if i find a good fic i plan on it. plus i think their dynamic has good potential & i love each of the individual characters so very much so.

10 things i hate about you!!!!!! other favs include: mamma mia, enchanted, 13 going on 30, and princess diaries. tbh i dont watch a lot of romcoms so idek if these technically count as romcoms but whatever i love them so.

IT!!!!!!!!!!!! i was fucking obsessed with that movie in 2017 i made it my entire personality.

qs for u!

piercings vs tattoos?

fav superhero?

fav fic of all time?

what would your animagus form be?

what's your literary archetype? (fun lil quiz, i got ruler )

what are you like while drunk?

is it better to speak or to die?

preferred method of annotating books? (ie. do u add random commentary or do u add insightful analysis)

when listening to music, are u more of a lyrics person or a sound person?

thats all for now! praying tumblr doesnt fuck this one up too🙏

-bee :)

beeeeeeee :))))))

girl u gonna have to forgive me for this but I woke up and Tumblr was like 'u didn't save this draft would u like to restore it' and I was like 'YES MOTHERFUCKER' and it was ur other ask but I will answer these Taylor songs here !!!! and I got a free extra fic rec , so I'll give u 2 in the other ask .

(feeling sorry for ur poor old fingers u soldier)

tay tay -

the last great American dynasty - MARY MACDONALD - that song speaks of love and loss to me and damn it if it isn't Mary macdonald at the end of her life all alone and everything. I mean can u not just see her 'pacing the rocks staring out at the midnight sea'?

state of grace - JEGULUS - that entire song is basically regulus thinking about their love and how it was so unexpected 'I never saw you coming and I'll never be the same' (also James tearing reg's armour down ????)

wonderland - JILY / DRARRY - now hear me out , I think that the chorus bit where it's all 'didn't they tell us' and everything is a split convo between lily and James where she's all sad and depressed and mad and James is just there for her trying to convince her that it'll all be okay and they're fine. now , dreary , because I think 'didn't you flash your green eyes at me / didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire Cat smile' is such a Draco thing to say about harry. like he would be so so worried and harry would just have this complete confidence that everything would be a-ok.

#ess waters a plant #bee <33 #ess's marauders x ts crossover

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w-ht-w · 1 year

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Tell your friends you love them while they’re still alive

I’ve been thinking about mortality a lot this week. Not in an “I’m afraid to die” sort of way, but more in a “Wow, how lucky are we that we were given this blink of eternity in which to feel anything in a cold and emotionless cosmos?”

I’ve been thinking of the impermanence of permanent things. How can someone be here one minute, and then not the next? And be physically gone, but more present than ever before?

In the age of modern medicine, most of us will make it to our thirties without having experienced the passing of a friend. Our personal experience with death is often relegated to funerals for older relatives. So when I found out this week Alex had passed, it hit me really hard.

We hadn’t talked much in the last two years. When I first learned he was ill, my reaction vacillated between angry and sad. Angry that someone who brings so much life and joy and happiness to this world, who knew how to be more fully present in any moment than just about anyone else I’d ever met, wasn’t going to be with us much longer. I felt sad I had let our friendship wither. I felt sad that someone who really shaped my San Francisco experience was never going to know just how much he meant to me.

So his friend suggested I write a letter to tell him. Texts and emails and calls require an acknowledgment, a response—and taking time to respond to a past acquaintance isn’t a good use of limited energy. So I wrote a letter instead (parts of which I’ll share below).

And then I thought: I shouldn’t wait until a friend is dying to tell them what they mean to me. None of us should. And I know everyone says “tell people how much you love them at the moment,” and that’s fine and true and great. But I challenge us all to write letters more often. I still have cards and letters that people send me and it lifts my spirits to re-read them when I have a terrible day.

Snippets from a letter, to a friend who is dying:

Hi Alex,

It’s been some time. Sometimes, friendships grow apart. Sometimes, I hate that they do. You’re one of those friendships I miss.

I’ve grown up a lot in the last 12 months. I’d imagine you have, too, whether you wanted to or not. I think I’ve finally found the confidence in my opinions, desires, and voice that you always knew was there, and let go of the things that no longer serve me. San Francisco is home now — in each and every moment — but the first time I felt truly in awe of the city and that I had made the right choice in coming here was with you, actually.

...

Whether you realized it or not, you shaped a large part of my San Francisco experience. There’s only a handful of people I can say that about. I didn’t see it at the time, but looking back, it’s impossible to miss. I think about you often, actually — more so during football season, of course :) But often. I should’ve been more persistent in reaching out. There’s a lot of things we can say we should’ve done. For me, there’s not a lot of things I can say I regret. I regret that.

And now to the thing I want to dance around, to pretend isn’t real, that’s been on my mind all day since I found out last night: This isn’t fair, plain and simple.

This hurts.

You are the glue to so many circles. Your sense of adventure buoys ours. Your generosity encourages others. Your guidance helps us make better choices. Your silliness reminds us to laugh. You lead by example.

You’ve done more in 36 years than most could do in multiple lifetimes. You are blessed, and you are loved.

Once you’re recovered and feeling like your old self, let’s get a beer. I’m buying.

Thank you.

1. https://www.yourtango.com/2017308646/tell-friends-you-love-them-while-theyre-still-alive

#death

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duckugou · 3 years

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the roommate cliche (nsfw)

Sero x fem!reader

cw: cliche as hell, smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, lil face down ass up, creampie, theyre aged up dawg

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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"NO SHIT." You yelled from across the apartment.

"OH HELL YEAH- YOU REMEMBER THIS?!" Sero shouted back, the two of you running into the living room to hear the song better.

Being roommates with Sero was definitely interesting. He was someone that was on an app for finding roommates- the same app you were on. You'd just started planning to move to the new city and he was bidding his old roommate goodbye as he graduated and moved out of the dorms. Of course, you two facetimed and met up prior to moving in with each other- but all in all it was a match made in roommate heaven.

It was nice having his friends over now and then too, they were a lot of fun. Mina became your close friend instantly and Denki became your favorite guy to play video games with. Having everyone over made the apartment feel even more homey- like you were meant to find these people and have them in your life. Though, it was nice when it was just you and Sero either spending time quietly in separate rooms or watching a movie together because there was nothing else to do.

The two of you bonded over various things such as watching anime, enjoying movie summaries on youtube, and the same taste in music. Which brings us to the present.

"DONTCHA WISH YO GIRLFRIEND WAS HOT LIKE ME?!" You both sang out, dancing around the living room to the throwback song playing through the TV speakers.

Sero busted out his best dance moves, meaning he was making a fool of himself, making you laugh as you did the same.

"DONTCHA WISH YO GIRLFRIEND WAS A FREAK LIKE ME?!" You jumped up onto the couch, holding an invisible mic as Sero mimicked you on the floor, singing to each other.

"DONTCHA WISH YO GIRLFRIEND WAS RAW LIKE ME?!" You shouted to each other, forgetting the neighbors even existed.

"DONTCHA WISH YO GIRLFRIEND WAS FUN LIKE ME!? DONTCHAAAA."

You jumped off the couch onto Sero's back as he grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, the both of you laughing. You were immensely thankful for all of the working out he had done, making his arms and body strong enough to support you properly.

"Onward, trusty steed!" You say, pointing in front of you both, making him laugh harder before gaining enough composure to walk.

He carried you in circles around the apartment until he got tired, ending up back in the living room where he set you down on the couch, sitting next to you. As he was catching his breath from running around and laughing so hard, you flung your legs over his lap.

"I dont wanna finish cleaning my room." You pouted.

"Too bad- if I have to finish cleaning the kitchen, you're doing your room." Sero said, letting his hands rest on your legs.

"What if we just...dont ever clean again and we hire someone to do it?" You asked.

"Oh yeah sure- let me just get out all of my money-" He said, fumbling around to reach into his back pocket to get his wallet. Opening his wallet, he pulled out $7 and a coupon for shitty sushi. "Think this'll cover it?"

"Absolutely. Oh! Lets get sushi tonight!" You said, grabbing the coupon from his hand.

"What the worst sushi in the world?" He asked.

"Its cheap! Fuck off! Stupid coupon is expired anyways-" You were interrupted but Sero ripping it from your hands.

"NO WAY WHAT!? C'monnnn they just gave this to me-" He whined.

"Thought it was shitty?"

"Its. Cheap." He balled up the coupon and tossed it into the kitchen.

"This is why you're cleaning the kitchen fucker." You flicked him in the forehead.

"Oh- OKAY OKAY-" He pushed you back onto the couch, hovering above you, poking and tickling you until you were a cackling mess.

"I GIVE I GIVE!" You shouted, shoving him off of you and standing up.

"Thats what I thought." He folded his arms, sitting back on the couch in victory.

"You're a bitch." You said, running back into your room, hoping to get there and lock the door faster than he could run. Unfortunately, Sero has long fucking legs. He hopped off of the couch and sprinted after you, grabbing you by the waist and tossing you onto the bed.

You both felt the butterflies and it honestly was nothing new. But it was something both of you pushed away for a long time.

"IM SORRY IM SORRY I SURRENDER!" You yelled, laying on the bed with your arms up in surrender.

"Much too late, princessa. You've committed acts of violence far too long. You must pay." He declared, straddling you and beginning his tickling assault on you. Writhing around on the bed, you felt the tears of laughter pricking your eyes.

"STOP IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS." You yelled through the laughter.

"DOUBTFUL!" Sero replied.

With a sudden jerk of your hips, you almost sent the two of you off the edge of the bed, making his hand fly up and grab onto anything to keep himself steady.

..........

"Uh S-sero?" You muttered, face red.

"Yeah- Oh. Shit sorry." He answered, taking his hand off of your boob. Because he was too distracted by the way you moved your hips under him and rubbed his dick with your thigh that he didnt realize where his hand landed.

"Youre fine." You said, blushing harder than ever, silently wishing he would leave it there.

He stayed hovering over you, watching you catch your breath. He admired the way your breath hit his neck, the way your chest would rise and fall, the way your eyes never left his.

"Is this totally cliche?" He asked in a whisper.

"What?" You asked in the same whisper.

He replied by leaning down and pressing his lips softly to yours, moving his body down to rest on his elbows, deepening the kiss once you kissed back. Your arms went around his neck, pulling him even closer, becoming needy.

You both wanted this for so long and couldnt admit it. You didn't want to make it weird. But this? This was worth the wait.

Pulling away slightly, Sero looked into your eyes.

"Is that- uh. Ok?" He asked awkwardly, making you laugh lightly. Instead of replying, you pulled him back down to kiss him more, wanting his hands to touch you anywhere.

He must've read your mind because his hands began travelling around your body, landing on your waist and pulling you in, making your back arch. Your abdomen pressed against his, making you moan lightly into Sero's mouth, making him need more.

The kiss deepened, your hands in his hair, his hands moving up your top. He reached your breasts and cupped them over your bra, making you whine. He needed more of those sounds.

Pulling away, he sat up slightly, bringing you with him so you were both sitting up, pulling your shirt off over your head. You did the same to him, the moment becoming more intimate.

"This is so cliche." You giggled, kissing him again.

He allowed you to straddle him, pushing him down onto the bed and reaching behind your back, undoing your bra.

As you were sitting up, he stared up at you, taking in your beauty. This is what he'd been missing while he was being timid? He would never forgive himself- deciding to make up for lost time. His hands reached up to cup your tits, fingers rolling your nipples, making you grind your hips on him.

The air became heavy with need. He flipped you over, pulling your sweatpants and panties down in one motion, pushing your knees up so he could get a proper view.

"Shit, princessa. Look at that pretty pussy." He licked his fingers, then pressed them against your slit.

"Sero-" You moaned out, bucking your hips.

"Sh sh sh. Let me take care of you." Sero said, holding your hips down and licking your entrance.

"S-sero holy shit." You whimpered out, lacing your fingers through his hair.

Coming up for air, he muttered, "Been wanting this for so fucking long, Y/n. You have no clue."

"Me too- fuck Sero. Need it so bad." You replied, grinding yourself onto his face and finger, needing more friction.

He pumped another finger in and out of you, playing with your clit with his tongue.

"Yes! Right there- holy fuckkk." You groaned out, Sero feeling your walls tighten around his fingers.

"Cum for me princessa. All over my fingers. Let me taste it." Sero urged you on, sending you over the edge much quicker than you could do yourself.

For months, you had both unknowingly been masturbating to the very same thoughts of each other on opposite sides of a wall. It was like a dream for both of you right now.

The wave of relief and pleasure washed over you as you came on Sero's fingers and he licked it all up, overstimulating you a little bit, but allowing you to ride out your first orgasm of the night.

"S-sero please. Need you so bad." You whined, grabbing his hands and trying to pull him towards you.

"Ah ah ah. Patience baby." He stood up, taking his hands from yours and tugging his own pants down, letting you see his length.

"Holy shit, Sero. Is that gonna even fit?" You asked, eyes wide.

"Yes it will, baby. I'll make it fit." He chuckled, leaning over you to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.

Sero stood in front of the bed, admiring your body as he spit on his hand and rubbed his already hard cock. The sight of you naked was everything he dreamt of.

"I need to be in your sweet pussy." He whispered, leaning over and kissing your neck.

Pushing your knees up even more, Sero lined himself up with your slit. Pushing in slowly, he kissed you, swallowing every moan and yelp.

"T-too biiiigggg-" You moaned out, brain becoming mush.

"Im not even half way in, baby. Breathe for me. Gonna make you feel so-" He thrusted the rest of his cock in, bottoming out, making you let out a silent scream. "-fucking good."

He let you adjust to the fullness, kissing you all over.

"Move Se-"

"Hanta. My name- Hanta baby."

"Hanta. Fuck me." You said, looking in his eyes.

Hearing you moan out his first name flicked a switch in his head. He started thrusting in and out of you, both of you a mess of moans and grabby hands.

"Shit! Feels so good-" You said in between breaths.

"God youre so fucking tight- thought about this- every- fucking night-" Sero admitted, feeling your walls tighten more. "Oh you like that? The thought of me fucking my hand to the thought of you?"

"Yes yes yes! I thought- about it too- shit! So deep- ah!" You admitted as well, climax creeping up on you again.

"Oh god, fuck." He put his head in the crook of your shoulder and neck, hungrily biting and kissing anywhere his mouth could reach as he fucked you deeper than you've ever been fucked.

"HANTA- Im gonna cum oh god oh god-"

"Fucking cum on me princessa- make a fucking mess. Give it to me." He urged you on.

Letting out a whisper of a scream, your eyes rolled back and you came on Sero's cock, twitching and writhing as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Pulling out, he flipped you over, letting your head get buried in the pillows and pulling your hips so your ass was in the air. You were still a moaning mess as he admired the new view of your ass and pussy, not needing any more lubrication and he put his cock back in your pussy.

Screams muffled by the pillows, you felt overstimulated in the best way.

Sero pulled you up by your shoulders, letting his hand rest on your clavicle to hold you up. Sitting back on his knees, he felt you sink down onto his cock, sitting on his lap as he fucked his cock up into you. If you weren't being held up, you would be flopped over, body feeling weak and shaky as another orgasm approached.

"Thats it princessa, give me one more. Give me all your cum baby- let it all go. Youre doing so fucking great- shit- good fucking girl." He praised you, letting you fall into your third orgasm, your head falling back onto his shoulder as he thrusted into you.

"Gonna- fuckin cum. Shit baby." He muttered.

"Pl-lease. Cum Hanta- in me- fuck-" You managed to moan out, head fuzzy and full of need.

Thrusts getting weaker and messier, Sero let go, painting your walls with his cum. Moans and groans echoed and bounced off the walls, Sero laying you down on the bed after he pulled out. Walking out, Sero got a wet washcloth and brought it into the room ,cleaning off your half asleep body. He began walking out after he cleaned yo both off, but saw your grabby hands.

"Stay." You whispered, looking at his and wanting to feel his warmth. And who was he to say no to that face?

Laying next to you, he covered the two of you up with a blanket, letting you lay your head on his chest, his hand rubbing lightly up and down your arm.

"What does this mean for us?" You asked quietly, eyes closed, falling asleep.

"Whatever you want it to mean, princessa. You know how I feel now." He chuckled.

"Wan' be yours." You muttered, drifting off to sleep.

"Then youre mine and Im yours, baby." He kissed the top of your head, wondering how he got so fucking lucky.

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xgryffinwhore · 3 years

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september nights

request: i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.”

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.”

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door, feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you.

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you.

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations.

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed.

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne.

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special.

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again.

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his.

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek.

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers.

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs.

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”

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unpopularshipbracket · 11 months

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Round 1a Match 1

Rashmi Jamil/Amelie Macon (Entropic Float)

Fic count: 0

Liam Dunbar/Hayden Romero (Teen Wolf)

Fic count: 336

Propaganda under the cut

Rashmelie:

my god. where the fuck do i start with them for real.

until it wasnt.

all of that culminates as they return from a short visit to their parents, and he in a fit pushes them down a long flight of stairs.

simultaneously with Rashmi as they are falling down the stairs, they make Wishes.

Layden:

"THEYRE SO FUN !! liam and hayden went to the same middle school and absolutely hated each other because they got into a fight right before picture day in 6th grade and they had black eyes and bruises and shit in their yearbook photos. they meet again in their sophomore year of high school and both of them are still holding that grudge a little bit, before liam tries to make amends. plot stuff happens and liam ends up saving haydens life, and their romance kinda begins. teen wolf has this lore where werewolves can take pain from people (it’s a weird show with weird lore) and they both take each others pain by kissing. hayden (temporarily) dies in liams arms and when she comes back she says nothing feels right anymore, except for him. during their first season they also have this fun romeo and juliet/opposite sides dynamic. and in their second season hayden puts her literal existence at stake because she trusts liam enough to save her. theyre so good."

#poll #entropic float #rashmi jamil #amelie macon #teen wolf #rashmelie #layden #liam dunbar #hayden romero

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twinkleimagines · 3 years

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bestie idk of you write for JJ, but i have this very specific desire to lick his teeth during sex- before you judge me, it’s his bottom teeth yk? they’re all crooked and pointy and i just want to lick them while riding him-

could pls write that?

*Teeth*

Warning: smut and language included ! (I did not proof read so my apologies in advanced)

“JJ get off of me” You jokingly yelled out as your boyfriend of 3 months hovered over you on the couch in the Chateau, his fingers dancing alongside your hips. You let out spurts of giggles as he continued to tickle you before his movements stop, his body still hovering over you. You furrowed your brows together as you realized he was staring.

“What?” you asked softly, since his face was right above yours. He shook his head lightly, his shaggy blonde hair following as a gently smile formed on his face.

“You’re just so beautiful” He responded, still looking deeply into your eyes. “Takes my breath away” You looked down at the space between the two of you, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. For some reason when JJ complimented you it always gave you butterflies and you would instantly get shy around him. You looked back up at him, his facial expression not changing before he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours.

The kiss was soft and passionate at first, but then it became a bit more aggressive, your hands tangling in his hair. You watched as he leaned up for a second, pulling his shirt over his head before he leaned back down, his lips finding yours once again. This time you pushed slightly against JJ’s bare chest, giving yourself room to be able to take your shirt off, which jj Helped with.

“Wait” you interrupted as he had slid his hands down towards your shorts. “What if the guys come back?” you asked referring to the rest of the Pogues that like to crash at the Chateau.

“It’s fine okay? IT’s Sunday theyre all working” JJ said with a shrug of his shoulders. “But to be safe we’ll just do a quicky” he implied before he leaned back dpwn, kissing you once again. His lips trailed down to your neck and over your shoulder before he looked up at you.

“You wanna get on top?” He asked, his lips pink and puffy from the make out session you both just had and his chest heaving a bit more than usual. You bit your lip nodding. You always felt a bit insecure about being on top but JJ insisted it makes him last longer and he absolutely loved the view and feeling when you were in control. JJ smiled widely, showing off his crooked teeth before leaning back away from you, pulling down his shorts and boxers to his ankles. He sat back down on the couch, his back leaned into the cushion behind him as he slowly pumped himself as he watched you quickly undress your self.

You made your way back over to JJ, your legs on both sides of him, hovering just above his tip. You threw your head back with your mouth open as you slid down on him, his size never failing to stretch you. JJ’s mouth immediately when straight to your nipple while his hand groped the other, pinching it slightly between his finger. You lifted yourself up and down his body as his mouth did wonders against your breast, shooting tingling feelings to your core.

You started grinding your hips against him at a faster pace trying to bring yourself close to your high. He lowered his hands, squeezing against your hips and pushing against them to help you move along him. You placed your hands above his head on the back of couch, your breasts bouncing in his face as he continued looking down, seeing your clit rub against his pelvis over and over.

“Fuck JJ” you moaned out, feeling yourself getting close. He looked up at you before grabbing the back of your head, pulling you towards him , your lips landing on each other. You placed his bottom lip inbetween your teeth, tugging on them some before you suddenly ran your tongue across his bottom teeth, taking him completely by shock. JJ pulled his head back, his eyes widened at you causing you to stop your movements along him.

“What?” You asked out of breath. He shook his head in disbelief at the words he was about to say.

“Did you just lick my teeth?” he asked with pure confusion written on his face. You immediately regretted the decision, it being clear that it probably weirded JJ out.

“Umm” you replied lowering your head, “Your teeth are such a turn on to me I just- uhm i-“You stopped talking completely lost for words. You didn’t know how to explain your reasoning for it because to be honest you weren’t even sure why you did it, you just knew it was something you definitely fantasized about. JJ saw how your face became red and you were looking down with humiliating.

“No baby, that was hot as fuck” He laughed out, his smiling becoming big. You looked up at him, this time your face filled with confusion. He didn’t even bother to wait for your response before he grabbed your hips, pushing you down to where your back was laid down on the couch.

You gasped loudly as JJ inserted himself into you, your legs bent up high , almost touching your chest as he rocked his hips back and forth at a fast pace into you. He placed one hand above your head on the arm rest while the other rubbed circles at your throbbing clit, causing you to moan out loudly. JJ built his climax up with each thrust, his head leaning back as he shot his load into you. You dug your nails into his back as he lowered his head next to yours, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he rode out his high, finally bringing you to your own climax. You wrapped your legs around his waste, pulling him deep inside you as you came around him, both your juices mixing.

You felt his body begin to relax on yours before he sat up, removing himself from you before grabbing at his shorts pulling them up.

“Who would’ve known that you had a fetish for teeth” He joked , looking back over at your naked figure. You shook your head, face palming yourself.

“Only yours JJ, only yours”

This was my first JJ fic so I Hope you liked it Anon !

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