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ialwaysknewyouwerepunk · 4 months

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queer signalling: louis and harry living their beautiful queer lives, collected by me

since we must take note of our fellow queers when they signal that they are very much one of us, despite being closeted. since i've had a very very queer few years thanks to them, thanks to their signalling, thanks to them being brave.

(!! this list isn't exhaustive, and if i've forgotten your favorite, by all means let me know. there's always room for another edition. it's been a while since i made a compilation and felt there was a need of a new one on my blog. this one goes a few years back, since my last one dates from 2021 :'o. so yeah. here we go.)

harry in my policeman, playing a closeted queer man, based on the book that's long been one of his favorites. lauded by the director and co-stars for how well he portrayed this character, how well he understood.

harry wearing a green flower on his chest for the mp premiere, placing himself (once again) in the same line of history as oscar wilde.

louis's green flowers on his initial 28clothing jersey at the first afhf, which includes bonus roses and 28s all around

the entire late night talking mv bc!!!!!

louis's rainbow stage lights during sibwawc. he really did that. every single night.

the entire dazed magazine happening. “I’ve always tried to compartmentalise my personal life and my working life,” he explains. / “I have unlocked an ability to be myself completely, unapologetically,” he says with conviction." / “I think through my own sense of self and personal journey, I am realising that happiness isn’t this kind of end state.”

louis's gay exit songs: most notably 'ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn't've)'

harry flirting with stanley tucci

louis and his gay ass tank tops !!! we must point it out !!!!!!

all along

harry kissing a pride flag during harry's house ono in nyc

rainbow flare during the btm mv

harry being gifted a mask of his own face at munich n2, which prompted him to say that he feels like he's wearing a mask sometimes

28 in a triangle for 28clothing!!!!!!!!

kit connor soft launching 28 clothing. a young actor starring in a queer coming-of-age series, who was forced to come out after being accused of queerbaiting. he was the first one, besides louis, to wear 28clothing

harry's grammy's speech "people like me" (which ppl sadly misunderstood), echoing what he's been saying on tour for years. this doesn't happen to people like him. if they only knew, right?

harry's freddie-inspired outfit for the grammy carpet (which also brought back his theme for clown/jester fits, like harryween 2021 n2. wonder why)

louis's merch graphic where a boy is trying to smash a glass ceiling

harry posing for david hockney, actual living legend, gay artist of the ages. "Styles seems to know how lucky he is, adding, with a tinge of disbelief: “I’m in awe of the man with enough one-liners for a lifetime.” As to what those one-liners might be? Styles and Hockney’s mutual silence on that question suggests that what happens in the studio, stays in the studio."

louis having suspicious visuals during back to you, the only visuals of that type on tour

harry's 2022 harryween outfit: dressed as danny (literally. he did that. he went grease on us.) but wearing sandy's jacket

louis at barricade aka held safely in the arms of strong security personnel

harry singing man, i feel like a woman and still the one with shania twain. while wearing a rainbow discoball jumpsuit (parallel with kacey musgraves wearing a rainbow dress to sing it with him years ago.)

louis's gay ass merch for the away from home festival

harry dressed in nina ricci by harris reed, an explicitly gender-fluid line. "At 18 I found myself living in london creating ruffle blouses, corsets, fabric flowers and flares from my kitchen floor (...). My creations at the time were met with nothing but criticism for being “too feminine” or “costume”, teachers said I should focus on “menswear” or “womenswear”. l remember it really wasn’t until I started dressing for myself and who I was that it all clicked. @harrystyles was my first ever client who embraced the fun, fluid and expressive clothing I was creating."

continuous bluegreening. to name a few: harry's werchter fit, all this time lights, satellite caps in two colors only, louis's smiley flickering bluegreen on tour in 2022, the james cordon shit, louis in uncasville. enjoy this post here

harry's snl shoot unseens: him as ariel

louis out in amsterdam at a gay bar

harry going to the women's only swimming pond (on a day it was open for men, but this is important to me okay)

harry's use of orchids in his visuals during 'she' during love on tour '23

the 'hairy mermaid' tour visuals

harry as a mermaid during the mfasr mv. as a supreme physical manifestation of harry as the mermaid he truly is inside. but in his true form he gets chopped up and consumed. literally

as it was mv and its parallels with the matrix, hints to harry as the woman with the red dress.

louis jumping up on barricade against the one spot where a pride flag was draped over it

oh yeah that exact same thing happened in 2022 too

harry forming a skirt with a pride flag in brasil after his pants ripped

that gay ass denim getup with the fur collar?? while wearing the fucking peace ring????

harry and phoebe breaking gender norms in the tpwk mv dance. no i'm not over it yet shut up

louis wearing a basquiat t-shirt, another famously queer artist joining the ranks

harry bought an actual genuine basquiat. flex

harry dressed in skirts for gucci

"happy pride! happy pride! 'tis the season! can you tell i'm relaxed?"

"isn't all of this sparkly bi music?"

satellite mv rainbow planet tshirt

louis's bigger than me promo where he's literally george michael like??? IM SORRY???????

harry kissing lewis capaldi at the brits

harry kissing nick kroll at the dwd premiere. lol

and... harry as friend of D O R O T H Y. sang over the rainbow. we all cried. especially me at this clip of harry glancing in relief at his band after over the rainbow.

#queer signalling #my posts #long post #anyways............. hmu if you have more bc i know there's more that i've forgotten but i didn't want to wait #but these were my personal highlights #this is for me more than anyone i know. i don't really know if anyone's really waiting on this #but i personally have been feeling like i gloss over a lot #and forget a lot #and minimise a lot for fear of making a big thing out of something small #but... then i make big things into something small.#which i hate #going through my archive just shows how fast an event passes by and i just stopped talking about it #ive complained about this many a time i know #anygays #for whoever wants to come scream with me <3 #also i have left out some events that were too easily deniable and i didn't want to clutter the post #since what's actual tangibly real and straight from them is so insane already #also that gif is how i feel rn.#how i often feel tbh #i want to be braver again

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darlingmissmoth · 6 months

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My fic started as "what if this happened" to the canon, but I'm done writing chapter 12 and I realized that I jumped that ship, like, 4 chapters ago

What I'm saying is that if you enjoy Nick/Sparrow and Scary/Normal, you gonna get fed by my fic, that's all there is to it

#This is no longer canon complacent #This is my world and you're all living in it #Also if anyone wants to hmu to talk about either of those ships please do #PLEASE #I LOVE THEM AND I WANT TO SCREAM WITH SOMEONE #Should I make a pinned post with my fic cause I'm proud of it and I want people to read it lmao #Look at my fic boy #moth speaks #dndads #dungeons and daddies #lovesong #I think that was the ship name for Sparrow and Nick #normscary #It'll become polywagon eventually but #For now in my plans it's just them

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spicypussywave · 5 months

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(long) intro post

you can call me naomi and this is mainly a bl blog as you can see. don't wanna mention my age but i am. young

i'm more of a casual watcher. no metas but i do live-blog sometimes. i don't get obsessed easily. or for too long. until perthchimon

on that note. DNF if you hate perth and chimon, individually or as a ship. and krist perawat (don't stan him but i do have a soft spot for that man i stan him now 🤦🏻) reading this post about him would be nice if you still believe he's problematic.

this is not a pc focused blog, but i do mention them often. they're my babies since dangerous romance lol hope that won't annoy you

my main thai ships currently are kanghansailom (dr), chopperben (nlmg) and kongart (sotus).

i cuss sometimes (usually variations of bitch and fuck lmao) and don't tag tw. lmk if you need me to

i'm a listener mostly so honestly if you want anyone to hear you out or have a chat or literally anything - hmu! to my moots and non-moots.

oh. i gif sometimes so if you've got any request, drop an ask.

shows/ships that got to me:

dangerous romance (thai bl)

chopper/ben (thai bl nlmg)

kongart (thai bls sotus, sotus s, our skyy)

bad buddy (thai bl)

kawi/pisaeng (thai bl bmf)

the guest (kdrama)

beyond evil (kdrama)

devil judge (kdrama)

destiel (spn)

my beautiful man (jpn bl)

tian/shan (19 days manhua)

girl from nowhere (thai drama)

death note (anime)

to my star (k bl)

wave wasuthorn (thai, the gifted)

stuilly (scream 1996)

dan (thai, the player)

shows i'm watching: (expect live blogs)

23.5 degrees (on hold)

currently obsessing over:

my ex morning and yothagun....

#intro post #to edit #i usually overshare about myself under #me #there is also #cats #asks #rewatch #there might be random #kpop #gifs #naomivents

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wardsbackpoet · 4 months

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THE MUSIC YOU HAVE IN TWEEKS PLAYLIST IS SO 🤭🤭🤭 LIKE IVE NEVER MET ANYONE THAT KNEW BLOOD FOR BLOOD

I honestly don't remember when I discovered Blood for Blood, but I think I might have my former boss (he'd get annoyed and say he wasn't my 'boss' 'cause he doesn't like 'bosses and never wanted to have nor be one; For context, he wasn't really my boss, I was self-employed, but working at his tattoo shop) / fill-in father-figure for a bit, a longtime friend of mine, to thank for that. That man is honestly 100% self-made and has an ethic and ethos I can really look up to and respect. We're also both into Madball, and I recently went to one of their shows. He couldn't go, due to ongoing cancer treatments.

Me and another friend of my former boss (actually, the co-owner of that shop I was working at), spoke with the band, got them all to sign a shirt for him and we brought it to his house the next day. He was super touched. Great group. We'd only asked one band member to sign as the rest were busy packing up gear, and he suggested he could go and get the rest to add their autographs, we were super grateful.

Also, I 100% get that frustration of never meeting anyone who likes/knows what you like and know. When I was a teen, the definition of 'hardcore' had slipped, and to me, it was still bands like Blood for Blood, Madball, Biohazard, Agnostic Front, Fugazi originating from the movement started by 7 Seeconds, Minor Threat, Black Flag, Sick of it All, etc. I saw Terror (which I like) as like, the band bridging how I defined hardcore to how kids of my generation defined it.

To the kids around me, it was this stuf with like, a lot of 'Woah-oh-oohs', in the midst of screaming. My whole view of it was 'it's a'ight, but that's not my scene', and I was often disappointed (and eventually disillusioned) when kids were like, "oh, I like hardcore too!". Over the years, my follow-up question changed from an enthusiastic "Oh awesome! Wanna go to a show? Wanna obsess about this Bad Brains album with me" to a bored, "Oh yeah? So like, what bands?" To which I'd hear Stick to your guns, Underoath, Silverstein or whatever else was popular at that time.

I ran into the same problem with kids saying they liked punk too. They weren't talking about Discharge or Subhumans, or Thulsa Doom, or Conflict, Descendants or NOFX. They meant The Used and Blink182, Rise Against and whatnot. I was utterly confused and felt born 20 years too late for real.

I was just...well, I longed for a more precise vocabulary to become more widely-used so I'd stop getting my hopes up/getting frustrated about the fact we really weren't talking about the same thing. I was a teenaged musical elitist, yup. A real fuckin' snob. I'm more open-minded today but it was disappointing and disheartening, only really finding like-minded musical peers among people at least a decade older than I was.

So, in contrast, meeting people who actually liked what I liked was always so exciting and felt really validating at a time when I felt as though there was always a barrier to being understood by my peers, and to connecting with them on a less than superficial level.

You didn't ask for that full analysis and I regret having overthought and rambled, but I typed it so you're getting it, I guess. Sorry?

& Thanks for reading the fic & I promise to update soon. Life's just been kicking my ass recently but it's okay, 'cause I just remembered I can kick back.

Also, I just realized maybe I rambled so much because the upcoming chapter explores some of those themes with Tweek finding it hard to find common ground with kids his age as well. So, maybe?

Anyways. THANKS FOR READING IT AND BEING PATIENT ON UPDATES.

& HMU if ever you wanna chat music or whatever else.

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gnsaein · 7 months

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[ origins / profile / plots / muse ]

🤸 —— ! happy opening day everyone, i'm so excited to be here. i'm sol (they/xe) and this is my manic pixie failgirl moon saein --- ran from the bad clutches of his family six years ago, only to end up in the arguably worse clutches of a nefarious circus troupe ( as one does ) , then finally came limping back to gaenari a week ago.

leave a like if you'd like me to reach out for plots! alternatively, we can just start a thread and see where chemistry takes us.

THEN:

moon saein, born in 1999, single child of moon seonhee and moon bomin. they're descended from one of the first families to build houses in gaenari, so they go a long ways back if anyone else is old blood !

his father's a big stickler for tradition and legacy. rumor has it that his marriage to seonhee was arranged and bomin, who was feral for a successor to carry on his torch, saw her as nothing more than a way to extend his bloodline. i'm taking inspiration from carrie for his childhood, so if you know the vibes...then u know.

formerly a chronic runaway. his parents were already disappointed that he turned out to be incompetent when it came to the construction family legacy, but the runaway antics were when they really gave up on him.

it was a typical cry for attention. they could've gotten angry, they could've punished him, he would've taken anything if it meant that, idk, they actually gave a shit about him? but it was like he was invisible if he wasn't serving them a purpose.

would run away intermittently between 13-17yrs old, culminating to 6 years ago when he finally, properly ran --- a very abrupt and fevered decision, and the first time that he actually gets out of gaenari. he ends up in daehan, where he spends a year just surviving. if anyone has a muse who was also on a bender in daehan around 5-6 years ago, hmu, they could've gotten fucked up and self destructive together : )

after daehan, he ended up joining a circus, for a lack of a better word. it was a traveling troupe of performers and they performed on makeshift stages in glitzy masks, and at that point it was the most magical thing saein had ever seen in his little sheltered life.

saein meets his mentor eunha there and she helps him become one of their most reliable performers --- showy, impressive acrobatics leaping through the air, twisting up hanging silk ribbons. to the audience, it's all shows and gimmicks, but eunha insists that there's something more at the heart of their shows. that there's magic. saein, prone to fantasy and romance, completely buys it.

the catch: there's a test that all performers go through before they're considered a permanent part of the troupe. eunha says that if he does, the magic will be pleased with him too. and saein would do just about anything to make somebody proud; he agrees without a second thought.

the test involved him helping out with a vanishing act. you can read more about it in his background, but basically it ended with him falling into a small, dark, locked box for over 12 hours, screaming for help and terrified that no one would remember to come looking for him.

when the test "ends" and he's "rescued," he can't talk or sleep properly for a full week. eunha wants him to try again. she says she knows he can do it, he just needs to be stronger.

saein can't deal with the pressure of disappointing her 🤘 he sneaks out a few nights later, quiet and inevitable, and runs right back home.

NOW:

his parents aren't happy he's back, borderline pissed about it. they tell him to find his own place to stay. he's therefore now eun street's latest resident at apt. #403 (and looking for a roommate!)

a receptionist at the gym. he plans to befriend security to let him stay a little longer after hours, bc the acrobatics were actually therapeutic and he needs someplace to keep practicing.

i'm thinking it has only been a week or so since he came back? he's been quiet.

in general, he's quieter than before. still animated if you get him going, but he's jumpy and prone to spacing out these days. to anyone who knew him before, it's a notable difference from the bright eyed, bushy tailed kid he used to be.

he came back bc he convinced himself that there was something calling him back to gaenari. is it magic here too? is it some cosmic entity that lives inside of the mountain and wants him carnally? or was he just so terrified of disappointing eunha that he had to make up a fantasy excuse to leave them too? who knows! 🔮

when he's not working, he's wandering around claiming to be listening to the ghosts of the mines or laying out somewhere on a field, head full of tumbleweeds.

PLOTS:

here are his established plots!

people who knew him before. his parents tried really hard to downplay his existence when they couldn't control him but that probably came off as them trying to sweep the ""bad seeds"" under the rug.

people who didn't know him before. he's marveling at all of the little ways town has changed and the new faces around.

people he met while he was in daehan 5-6 yrs ago. this could have been anywhere from a quick meeting to a months long spiral into codependency (jk! unless)

it would take more plotting, but i'd also love a connection with someone who knew of/once watched/was also part of the troupe that he was in? maybe someone else he helped out of that circus and brought back to gaenari or someone who followed him here?

ever since his “test” he’s been terrified of sleeping in locked rooms, and just small, closed spaces in general. maybe someone runs into him freaking out while they’re someplace confined and has to be like Hey .. Calm down?…

he likes to ride the bus/trains out to daehan sometimes just to feel like he's going somewhere. give me someone who's on those late night rides too, who maybe also knows a thing about the dark.

any old friends he left behind; except for the muse involved in his one established plot, he didn't tell anyone he was leaving

for anyone looking to stay a little later at the gym too, they'll start to constantly find him there, so he could sneak them in absolutely with no questions asked.

any fellow people out there with family issues lol. they can commiserate and give each other advice that they can't follow for themselves.

healthy coping mechanisms, unhealthy coping mechanisms. i-don't-know-you-but-you've-got-the-same-fucked-up-look-in-your-eye isms. we-just-need-to-take-our-minds-off-the-grisly-act-of-surviving isms. i-will-not-ask-where-you-came-from-and-neither-should-you isms [hozier outro plays us out]

i'm very sorry that this is so long. if you got here, ily, let's write together 🙏.

#intro.#i fear i need to sleep soon for work but please let me cause our muses drama and agony.

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rennisaturate · 9 months

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open to: anyone relationship: self explanatory me thinks but if u wanna plot it out hmu ✨ about kumara ✨

kumara held a small basket full of brownies, a bottle of her favorite vodka, some candy and other treats along with pre-written notes of apology as she walked around the floor of her tiny apartment complex at three in the morning. her son was finally asleep, he’d been having a bad week with sleep training and had been screaming at the top of his tiny tiny lungs on and off for the past three hours. she looked as anyone would expect to look from having to put an ornery infant to sleep: a total mess. but she wanted to apologize before she knocked out for the night herself. she’d placed things outside of each door with a note for those who didn’t answer, and had readied to do the same with her neighbor she actually shared a wall with. they had just moved in the week before, and she hadn’t gotten to see them yet. this wasn’t exactly how she wanted to introduce herself, so part of her hoped they wouldn’t open up…

#[ this is a repost but shhhhh ]#open starter #indie rp #starter:kumara #convo:kumara #c:middleofthenight #(( child of eve || human ))

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nefarious-virgo · 2 years

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Sorry for spamming mcr content but it’s still so surreal to me that I saw them LIVE

Here’s some personal highlights:

Gerards outfit and face paint, great fashion choice

So many emos in one place like it was 2005 or smth

I had a great view of the stage and got a ton of good pictures and videos

The crowd singing / screaming together in general but especially during wttbp

Mikey fucking way tank

The entirety of Na Na Na but especially everyone doing jazz hands, “like tiny daggers up to heaven” everyone putting their hands up, AND IT STARTED RAINING THE EXACT MOMENT THEY SAID “and the sky opened up”

Everyone being super excited by the rainbow

Gerard pointing at me and the others at the accessibility platform thingy and I SWEAR HE LOOKED AT ME (I was in the front) (also everyone else turned to look at us and it was awkward but great)

“We all drink piss. Or we did we don’t anymore”

Mikey taking a photo for Instagram haha

BOY DIVISION

“Everybody say ooo” “OOO”

Ray Toro. Yes he is a highlight

I was able to get both the tramp stamp shirt and the boy zone shirt even though I had to queue for ages

Overall a great night saw many cool people but as always I’m too shy to talk to anyone haha. If you went to the concert as well and want to talk about it or about mcr in general hmu :D

#remy says things #mcr #my chemical romance #my chemical romance Stockholm

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curioussubjects · 2 years

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fic rec time!

There was this fic I wanted to read, but hadn't yet because it was a wip and, generally speaking, I don't read wips (adhd reeeally doesn't like it). That said, the concept of the fic was really good, and I'm a little obsessed with the other pilotfic the author has written, so I decided to take a peek at the last posted chapter to make sure it didn't end on a cliffhanger from hell -- it didn't. So, this week, I finally relented.

Y'all. Y'all. This fic....this gd fic...I'm on the floor. I read it in a little over a day because life keeps happening (rude), and I haven't stopped thinking about it yet. Probably won't for a while !!

Anyway, it's a good ol' bsg finale fix-it (and we sure love those yes we do). I found the author's solution to be compelling and completely cohesive with the other themes of the story. Unfortunately, while what is posted of the fic is enough that you can kinda fill in the rest, I still can't help but wonder what the rest of the journey would've been. I can imagine multiple endings, as things are, but all, ultimately, hopeful if not happy (or as happy as you can be after genocide and war).

At its core this is a story about breaking the cycle of violence, but not only against the Other. Crucially, it's about ending the cycle of violence against the Self, too. This theme sprawls over not only the human/cylon conflict, but all the interpersonal relationships we'd followed throughout the show. It's achingly and beautifully done with Lee and Kara, in particular.

Speaking of pilots, the author takes some liberty with what happened pre-mini, though they do follow the flashbacks. I have to say that while I don't fully share their interpretation of key points in Kara and Lee's relationship (UB flashback being the real point of contention for me), their take is entirely cohesive within the story and feels true to Lee and Kara just the same.

I don't want to say more because spoilers, but feel free to insert an image of me crying screaming taking a walk to calm down because oh pilots. I know I always want to hug them, but I super need to hug them. Just. Make believe, pears and jail (iykyk). I am severely unwell and emotionally compromised.

Y'all go read it and then come back here and sit with me.

pennyante, idk if you're still out there or if you ever think about this fic, but...if you ever want to finish this fic and you need a hype person hmu.

Here are the specs:

Title: In the Whole World Author: pennyante Rating: Mature Pairings & Characters: pilots (duh), but it's an ensemble fic so canon pairings and many familiar faces Chapters: 23/? (last updated in Sept 2013 /sad) Summary:

The Cylons aren't quite human, and the humans haven't quite forgiven them. Political stability is less certain than ever now that the war is over: Lee Adama finds himself up for re-election, where being defeated will mean a Gemenese theocracy puppeteered by Leoben Conoy. Meanwhile, Kara Thrace has nothing but questions about her death and destiny. The only answers available come in the form of the vision of a temple, and from her hybrid/comatose husband's cryptic ramblings about a sister artifact to the Arrow of Apollo.

There's violence in the air. Civil war looms. Can Lee and Kara save each other, and keep the fledgling colony whole?

Read on LJ Read on FFN (with extras!)

Excerpt:

She had seen the leash he kept on his self-control, had seen it slacken and tauten. But he never dropped it altogether. She heard, faintly, the sound of an elemental yell erupting over a dark hillside on New Caprica, welling up from a deep pocket of her memory. Almost never.

Testing his control had long since become a favorite pasttime, because where Lee couldn't let anyone see him want, Kara couldn't let anyone see her care. Naturally: forcing him to let on that he wanted her had been the perfect way of showing she didn't care. It was so tempting—all of the pleasure, none of the guilt. The temptation of temptation—to be in his proximity, to draw deeply on the pleasure of goading him, but to not give in to it. She could feel the blood pounding in her throat and wrists, suddenly. Suddenly, she felt alive again.

Lee.

"Mmm. I don't think you're gonna like renting from me, Apollo. First month's rent is three years continuous service on a battlestar."

A raised eyebrow, as if he were saying, What's your game, Starbuck?, and damn if that wasn't good for a heart she hadn't realized was lonely for it. "Paid it," he offered.

"Perfect. Security deposit's a daily hot oil massage for your landlady." Reckless grin never faltering, she watched him, watched the quick gleam flicker across his eyes before he smothered it, felt her first flash of electric heat in weeks. "Garbage pickup is never. Oh, yeah, and heat and electricity are definitely not included."

He didn't crack a smile, this time, which, predictably, made her laugh. God, what was it about him? When was the last time she'd laughed? "On the flip side, the place is an absolute steal; I have a feeling property value around here is about to skyrocket."

Lee lowered himself heavily to the cot, and she noticed, as he did, just how tired he seemed. Had he just come from speaking fruitlessly with his father, coming up against the Old Man's utter withdrawal? From meeting with the ship captains, whose talk of scattering was already sweeping the camp? From looking at the sky and remembering when the arrow of Apollo had let them see earth from Kobol and they'd dreamed of days like this—days they hadn't known would be like this—wordlessly, uncertainly, together?

Was he realizing that life on Earth, like everything else they'd ever shared, had turned out to be both more and less than the prospect of it had been?

When he spoke, it was a riddle—or perhaps it only seemed that way to her, because she was so used to hearing the riddes underlying the things he said to her. They had had their own code for far too long.

This was one she was terrified to decipher.

"Kara. I'm staying with you. Until I can't anymore."

The laughter died in her eyes. Oh, gods, what did I let slip? What did he see?

And then she finally took the time to think about what it meant that he had brought his pack with him, had rolled out his sleeping bag. About whether she wanted him to stay. The answer—the potency of it—jolted her. I should make him go, she thought. Anything else is selfish.

#starpollo #pilots #kara thrace #lee adama #battlestar galactica #fic recs #fanfiction #the hold this gd fic has on my brain rn #unreal tbh

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rose-of-tori · 2 years

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WIP Tag Game

Rules: Posting a list of current writing works in progress. Feel free to ask me for info on any of them, whether snippets of writing, plot details, main characters, etc. Send me a work listed below and I’ll share something related to it. ;)

many many thanks to @rose-nebulijia for tagging me!! Tbh my writing life has been chaotic af lately, but hopefully I can buckle down on 1 project at some point lol

things I'm working on (or thinking about but not actually working on because that's who I am at the moment...)

Rot (DMBJ). Putting this one here since I haven't finished writing the last chapter yet, even though most of it is published. No lie this story totally consumed me for like a month. It was supposed to be super horror/supernatural, along the lines of The Guest, but it became a lot more low key creepy/unsettling vibes? Took me a while to stop being disappointed in it for not being what I intended, but I finally started to just appreciate it as is.

Da Qing/Shen Wei friendship quest thing (Guardian) that I started thinking about nearly a year ago and have written NOTHING for so far lol But I need more of these two being kickass awesome bros who bond over the hardships of dealing with ZYL on a daily basis.

A super depressing Wu Xie/Pangzi friendship thing that takes place during Xiaoge's time behind the gate. This whole thing literally spawned out of one line in Rot and explores the difficulties PangXie's friendship endured during that time.

PingXie ghost AU. I went to a spooky fiction writing panel a few weeks ago and one of the writers said being a ghost is basically being in a constant limbo of slowly losing your sense of self and my whole brain screeched to a halt and I mentally slammed my hand on the table and screamed XIAOGE THE SAD AMNESIAC GHOST. So that's a thing now.

Now that I'm done with uni (8 years and 4 degrees later *weeps in student*) and I don't really have a job yet (*weeps in adult*) I'm hoping to devote more time to writing. There's several on this list that are so nebulous they're not worth mentioning, because my brain keeps generating more and more even as I frantically try to get all the ideas down and beg for it to stop.

Feel free to ask me about any of these or hmu if you need a sounding board for your own ideas. I want to talk writing with people, you feel me?

tagging with no pressure: @laireshi @alxina @pissmeoffanddie @intheyellowandgreen @daydreamorama @achray1 @eirenical (sorry if anyone was double tagged!)

#fanfiction #writing #dmbj #why can i never focus on one project #why am i like this #Fuzz Fics

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yurifmd · 2 years

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introducing yuri, the leader and main vocal of lily...

hello everyone - i’m LJ (he/they, 24, est). i’ve been sitting on the idea of yuri for quite some time now, she’s gone through a lot of switches (while i was checking out famed, she almost became a member of candy, then andromeda, then calypso, with a sieun fc and son naeun fc respectively lol) but i think i’ve settled on the best version of her! if you’re interested in plotting, drop a like on this post or feel free to add me on di.sc.ord at ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ#3572 . i’m currently working on her plots page, and i’ll post that once i have all of her plots written and completed, but until then i’m always happy to brainstorm plots or look at whatever prewritten plots you’ve made for your muses! i’ll stop blabbering on now and let you get to what’s really important - yuri!

backstory

the firstborn of two children, son yuri and her little sibling were both blessed with musical talent. (listen.. if anyone’s bringing in another muse in the future and would like to fill in her little sibling connection.. hmu)

although yuri liked to consider it a curse more so than a blessing.

her parents were failed musicians that basically tried to push their failed dreams off on their kids. and since her mother could already sing and her father could play the piano and the guitar, they didn’t even need to pay for lessons. life was a nonstop music lesson for the two son children.

while she did learn how to play the piano and guitar (begrudgingly), she mostly stuck to singing because it was what naturally came to her. like her mother, she was a small girl with a big voice and while she didn’t hate singing, it wasn’t something she wanted to dedicate the rest of her life to. it was a fun hobby that she didn’t mind doing from time to time.

by the time she was a preteen, she had come to realize that her parents were trying to live out their life’s dreams through their children, and while she developed a bit of resentment towards them for that, she couldn’t bring herself to really hate them. she loved them enough to allow herself to continue to be used as their music guinea pig.

what she really wanted to do in life? was way less conventional than even becoming a singer like her parents wanted. at the age of eleven, she developed an interest in female mma fighting through one of her friend’s older brothers, and by the time she was fourteen he had began unofficially “training” her. he himself was an mma fighter in the making, so she had access that a lot of mma fans could only dream of.

once her parents found out, they tried to get her to stop, which didn’t work out well for them. she raised all types of hell - yelling, screaming and causing all kinds of ruckus until they relented and allowed her to continue. she refused to allow them to take that away from her. she had gone along with them forcing music on her her entire life - they wouldn’t stop her from doing something she truly enjoyed.

the deeper that yuri got into mma, the more set on it becoming her future career she became. she just wanted to make it out of high school and then when she came of age, she wouldn’t have to stick under her parents’ thumb anymore. she had a game plan that she was going to set in motion as soon as she got her high school diploma. or so she thought.

being the supportive friend that yuri is, she attended an audition session for bc entertainment with one of her closest friends a few weeks before graduation - the same close friend whose brother was unofficially training her. her friend was so nervous about auditioning that yuri offered to audition as well, just to help them relax and give them a confidence boost.

unfortunately, as it turned out, bc ended up wanting yuri and not her friend. which led to a huge falling out between them, which also led to yuri losing contact with their brother, which cut off all her ties to mma training.

yuri didn’t say yes to bc’s offer at first, which is something she regrets. something she regrets even more? telling her parents about it in the first place. because as soon as she told them that she was offered a trainee spot under bc entertainment, the pressure they put on her to accept was intense. and of course, not wanting to disappoint her parents, she broke under the pressure.

in the spring of 2010, yuri begrudgingly became a trainee, although she tried to look at things from a more positive perspective in the beginning. she didn’t hate music, and while this would put her plans for becoming a professional fighter on hold, she hoped that chances of her actually debuting were slim to none. there had to be other trainees there that were better equipped to be idols than she was.

it turned out that apparently she was wrong, because just two years later she found herself debuting as the leader and main vocal of lily. despite debuting, something she didn’t think would happen, she still wanted to delude herself into thinking that maybe, just maybe, things wouldn’t work out for lily. maybe they won’t blow up and they would disband within the next few years - hopefully before her mid twenties.

however, it was fun in the beginning. having people know her name, singing on stage, performing with the girls she had grown close to throughout their time as trainees together. it was something that she was having fun with - in that moment. however she knew it wasn’t anything that she wanted to do forever. she had no true interest in music. she would just wait for the lily hype to die down and they would definitely be forgotten about - right?

lmao well.. yeah that didn’t really work out in her favor because lily literally released hit after hit after hit with no breaks in between. they became the ‘nation’s girl group’ and the ‘queens of k-pop’, two titles that put a lot of pressure on yuri.

being the introverted, to herself person that yuri is, it was jarring and a little odd seeing her face splattered across billboards, ads, and television screens no matter where she went. and it only got worse with the more music that lily released. the general public were really eating them up and yuri was not loving it.

however she was grateful for one thing - the money. being able to financially support her family was something she’d always wanted to do - she wanted to do it by a different means, but she supposed it didn’t matter in the end.

it seemed like everyone was happy except for yuri herself. the novelty and fun of performing had worn off after the first few years. she had began suffering from burnout before the start of 2016. with three comebacks in 2015 and a world tour that was over half a year long, being an idol became less fun and more overwhelming.

she found herself dreading live performances and her idol schedules. every time lily was given a new schedule or told about a comeback or music release, yuri was filled with the dread of having to be on stage. it didn’t help that she wasn’t built for living a life where your every move is watched by the public.

as the years passed by, she learned how to deal with it. she became a master at hiding her true feelings from the public. she honed the skill of dancing around questions that dug too deep into her personal life, thoughts, feelings and just giving answers that would appease fans. no one would be able to tell that she was suffering on the inside. her mental health took a deep dive as well, it becoming almost impossible for her to find the motivation to do anything.

the suffering only increased around 2020 when a so called fan of hers began to become a little too obsessive. it was her first time dealing with a saesang, something she had only heard about but never had to encounter on her own. it all started with letters and gifts sent to the company, then it turned into phone calls to her personal phone and mail being sent to her home address. she had to move homes twice in the span of two years just for her safety.

it felt like bc wasn’t doing much of anything to protect her from her saesang, which only made her dislike and disdain towards the company grow even more. she dedicated a decade of her life, and signed away even more, to them and they couldn’t even make sure that she was safe from obsessive fans?

there was a sliver of a silver lining though. in bc entertainment’s quest to find out how they could milk money out of lily’s name and brand, yuri stumbled across something she surprisingly enjoyed doing - acting. it was different from being an idol. it had similar aspects - pretending to be something she wasn’t, putting on a show, becoming someone that she wasn’t. but it wasn’t as bad or as invasive as being an idol.

personality

introverted and a little aloof, yuri lives up to her “ice princess” image quite well. she prefers solitude over being around large groups of people, but she does have a select few that she would choose to be around over solitude. she’s not really an excitable person, which can come across as non caring or flat to other people, but just because she’s not excitable doesn’t mean she doesn’t care at all. she cares about people and things quite a lot - she just not one for overly expressing herself.

she feels very awkward when people give her any kind of praise about her singing ability or visuals. she prefers to be complimented on her personality, intelligence or character. although she knows in this industry, compliments towards the latter three are pretty unheard of in comparison to the former two.

lilium: lily’s music saved my life, i love you. i owe you everything. yuri: *holding lily’s album and a sharpie* ah.. who do i make this out to?

image and career

as the eldest member of the group, as well as the leader, yuri always carried herself with a sense of maturity and class that many people admire and respect. seen as the elegant member of the group, if the members were classified by flowers, given their group name, she would be represented by a rose - sophisticated, beautiful, poised, graceful. her visuals only matched that classification. it was a role that she fell into without much resistance. it was easy for her - she didn’t have to be over the top or the mood maker of her group. she was the cool, calm and collected one. the one that watched over her members and led them down the right path - what a true leader should be.

in terms of vocals, yuri is seen as one of the ‘vocal goddesses of k-pop’, a title she was informally dubbed with by liliums and non fans alike. no one can deny the power in her voice. many say that she can warm the hearts of the coldest men with her singing, and bc rarely let her make an appearance on any show, variety or not, without somehow getting her to sing in some way, shape or form. yuri didn’t have the charisma or stage presence to be a soloist, something that bc entertainment recognized and decided to focus on other ways to build her brand.

OSTs and musicals were yuri’s main focus in the beginning. she would sing OSTs for popular dramas and perform in popular musicals, gaining even more recognition for her vocal prowess. it wasn’t until more recent years that yuri began dipping her toes into more tv based acting, which has raised some eyebrows and headed a lot of criticism from fans and netizens alike. however, she hasn’t received reviews bad enough to ruin her budding acting career. in fact, while the reviews haven’t been exemplary, they’ve been positive for the most part, and many people are looking forward to what yuri has to offer in the future.

future

as someone who isn’t interested in a solo music career, and who knows that shifting into a “normal life” after years of being in the public eye, yuri has settled on acting for a career for herself. it’s something that she finds enjoyment in and she enjoys being on the set. it allows her to “perform” but not actually be in front of fans. it’s more private than the idol career path, which is right up yuri’s alley. and it would give her the means to continue to support her family and herself.

in the near future, yuri hopes to start taking on more serious acting roles. up until now, her acting roles have more so fallen in line with dramas aimed more towards younger people, in their teens and early twenties. and while she has enjoyed those roles for the most part, as she’s getting older, she wants to dip her toes into roles that are more suited for her age. she wants roles that would actually challenge her and cause her to really put forth actual effort. she’s very well aware of the fact that taking on more serious acting jobs would only make people more critical of her acting performance - but for some reason, that only makes her more determined to take those jobs on. after taking on more serious dramas and making a better name for herself as an actress, not an idol-actress, she would like to pursue movie roles as the next step in her acting career.

#famedintro #stalker tw #anxiety tw #depression tw

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twxins · 8 months

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Mutual comfort between writing partners is very important to me, so here are a few pointers to make sure we’re all on the same page!<3

General:

- This is a side blog. I follow back with @the-wittyfool.

- This blog will contain blog will contain major spoilers for both the Bullet Train book and movie. - This is a multimuse blog for both Lemon and Tangerine. I may use them together or individually. Sometimes, one muse may be used more than the other. If you have a preference, please specify. Otherwise, I'll just go with my gut.

- All kinds of muses are welcome! OC’s, crossovers, whatever. Hmu lovelies!<3

- Multiple threads with the same person are welcome!

- Pretty much game for any genre. Reply lengths from one-liners to paragraphs.

- This is a safe zone for everybody, regardless of race, religion, nationality, sexuality, gender, etc.

- I am not my muse. Mun and Muse are separate people. Please don’t conflate the two.

- Not interested in any kind of online drama. I’m here to have a good time out of love for both writing and the source material. Anyone trying to grill me about my interpretations or opinion on the story/ character, or what I will and won’t do with my muse, will be straight-up ignored, and persistence will meet with a hard block.

Shipping:

- I am multiship friendly.

- I will ship Muse x Chemistry. If we’ve interacted a few times and you’re feeling a spark between our muses, let’s talk!

- I will not ship Lemon x Tangerine. Blood-related or not, they are siblings. Please don't ask me for that, I beg...

NSFW:

- Muses are 25+ unless the verse specifically states otherwise. Mun is 25+.

- If any NSFW threads occur, they will be tagged and posted under a Keep Reading link.

- The above will also apply to particularly heavy/ triggering themes.

- I love me a bit of spicy nsfw! Sexuality is a subject I find very fascinating. From vanilla lovemaking to outlandish kinks, I love exploring what makes that vulnerable, visceral side of a muse tick. And if his partner is on the same page, Tangerine does love to get freaky in the boudoir (which may come as a shock to absolutely no one who knows of him lmao)! - That said, mutual comfort is top priority. I have certain limits on what I can and cannot write, as I'm sure you do, too. Therefore, any particularly kinky NSFW encounters will require pre-discussion<3

- I also ask, with all due respect, that you do not use my characters or writing (and by extension, me) as a way to live out your personal fantasies. I will not write my muse out of character to cater to your irl kinks. I have done far too much of this, and frankly, the feeling it leaves you with isn’t a good one. This is not why I write NSFW. If I or my muse has expressed to you that they are not into a certain thing, don’t insist, don’t try to lowkey push them towards it on the sly - please, please, please. If living out your fantasies is the only reason you want to write/ ship with me, then, with peace and love, I am not the ship partner for you.

- Other than that, bring me your NSFW headcanons and let’s see how our muses mesh! I am a very sex-positive person, so don’t be shy. Go nuts! Literally! 🤪

Triggers: - That leads me neatly onto triggers. The muses on this blog are two hitmen. Safe to say there will be triggers such as death, blood, guns, mild gore, etc. - I tag everything accordingly with trigger tw. If I've missed something, do let me know! Additionally, if you have a specific trigger that isn't currently being tagged, let me know, and I will begin tagging it for you<3

Mun:

- I am very work-focused and often busy, so activity levels may vary.

- For the sake of my sanity, this blog is currently private and selective. This means it is mutuals only.

- However, if you stumble across this blog and think our muses would vibe, you are MORE than welcome to approach me! Screaming about plots, characters, and headcanons is one of my favourite things.

And the final but most important rule: just have a good time! I’m completely harmless, and it’s important to me that all my partners feel comfortable. So if you have any questions or concerns, just shoot me a message.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read through my rules. Now, with that out of the way, let’s enjoy~!

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daylightisviolent · 2 years

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Not me rewatching the Order and keeping notes for possible fic ideas.. 👀

#listen i have an uncontrollable craving for the order fics rn and I canNOT believe that the poly pack barely got any new fics #so listen up kids were gonna get some poly pack #and character studies #bc DID WE REALLY FORGET ABOUT AMIR JUST LIKE THAT??#MY DUDE DESERVED BETTER #so jake and amir friendship fic? jake grieve fic and actuallt talking about the stuff he has fone through? yes ❤#but also if anyone wants to scream about rhis show with me please hmu #i just wanna talk about them 🥺#also not me totally having forgotten how fucking sassy and stern hamish is like hello SIR #the order netflix #the order #jake morton #hamish duke #randall carpio #lilith bathory

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eugeniedanglars · 3 years

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controversial(?) opinion but i know the end by phoebe bridgers is a really good song right up until the screaming starts, at which point it becomes so unbearably annoying that it retroactively ruins the entire song

#and she didn't even give us the courtesy of putting in an easy point to cut the song before the screaming #yes i edit out the parts of songs i don't like. i don't give a fuck about artistic integrity i want to enjoy listening to music #literally do not @ me about this you're telling me you like every single scene of every single episode of your favorite tv show?#there's not a single moment that makes you cringe or fast-forward or look at your phone?#music is the same way it's just harder to skip the parts you don't like unless you cut them out of the file #anyway if anyone happens to know of a version of i know the end without the annoying screaming hmu

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ameliasbitvh · 3 years

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silence; d.m.

a/n: i wrote this in about 20 mins lol- also this is based off my ice cream angst idea with draco (i’ll do a better one later)

summary: draco was just so damn cold that you had to leave him.

wc: .6k (666)

warning(s): yelling, arguing, toxic relationship, draco being a manipulative mf, narcissist and insecure!!

reblogs are appreciated!!

NAVIGATION

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He was so damn cold. His skin against yours felt like ice- slowly burning you. He no longer brought the warmth and comfort that he used to. Instead, with every glare he threw at you, you were seared with such coldness, to where it burned you and he was blinded to it. Only you could see the marks that he left on you, because they were within.

Within you.

You kept them hidden, your mouth shut. You didn’t have the energy to yell, talk, or scream back at him, you took it all. You swallowed it whole, taking it all in.

Yet again another day has come where he brought and carried the depth of his darkness, dragging you along with him.

You sat on a chair, legs crossed, eyes almost closing from boredom. He was yelling at you again.

“Why are you so fucking dumb! How do you forget to pick up my order?” He barked, and you didn’t even flinch. You were so used to this already.

Where did he go?

The boy you fell in love with during your fourth year? The boy who’d give you his coat when you shivered in the slighted way, pecked your lips at every chance he got, craved for your skin on his? Where did he go? It seems like he had vanished into thin air— a ghost. Had his soul left his body and now you were left here with his physical form and another had taken it upon themselves to possess it?

You fell silent, as you always did.

Silence.

He loved yet hated it.

He loved the silence, letting it consume him— but when it consumed him too much, he needed you to bring him out. Or else the silence would ring in his ears, taunting him with every mistake he had ever made.

But you wouldn’t be there to pull him out anymore.

You were done with him, “You know what, I’m over this Draco. The yelling, fighting, lies— What do you want from me?! I’ve been there for you all these years, just to get treated like this! I am done.” you barked out, tears brimming your eyes, for the very last time.

That was the last time Draco had seen you, you had completely disappeared from his sight. His heart ached at the thought of you, yet warmed at the same time. It tasted so bittersweet on his tongue. He loved you and he still loves you.

You were everywhere.

Everywhere he went he saw you, but in reality he truly didn’t. What he saw were the broken memories that were to never be mended again.

He thought you leaving was all your fault, not his. He was in the wrong, he always was. He was blinded by his own toxicity and couldn't see through it. It was fogged by his own insecurities.

She left on her own account.

I never did anything wrong,

Did I?

I was a good husband.

He was for a while, until his insecurities began to eat at him. They ate him whole and alive, there was no way anyone was putting a stop to it. It wasn’t possible, well that’s at least what he thought.

You warmed him up on the coldest days, you were his flame. No matter how deadly the cold he was bound to let out was, you were there to defrost it. You kept him tucked under you, your arms wrapped around his figure as he nuzzled his face underneath the crook of your neck. But you weren’t there. He was left to die, freeze in his own bitterness and sorrow. His body shook from the cold, he called your name out begging for the flame you would ignite and all for him. His eyes scanned all around for your figure, that was until he saw your flame, lit up for another. There was no answer back to his calls, screams, and cries for help.

He laid alone and the silence was deafening.

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hmu to be added!!

#draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x female reader #draco malfoy #draco angst #draco #draco x you #draco x y/n #draco x fem!reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader angst

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keisurou · 3 years

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build it up

(ft. koutarou bokuto)

minors dni.

wc: 3.2k

Warnings: semi-public sex (in the locker room?), doggy style, mirror sex, mutual masturbation, blowjob, atsumu x kiyoomi ship, atsumu being a lil’ shit and drilling ideas into bo’s head, not edited.

So my friends and I were fangirling discussing and apparently personality-wise, I’m basically a mix of Akaashi and Kenma, and it kinda makes sense because my top two comfort characters are Kuroo and Bokuto. Anyways, this is just a lil’ thing I wanted to try out, and again, this is not edited (i did edit it, and then my laptop just DIED so now its all gone. *sobs*) - does anyone want to be a beta-reader?? Because I literally went on a road trip with my family and just typed this in the car the entire time while my brothers screamed nonsense bs next to me. Hmu if you’re actually interested :)

“Babe,” Bokuto murmurs into your neck, drawing out the word, his hair still damp and smoothed down from his shower not too long ago. You’re trying to focus on the pile of research assignments in front of you, but the way your fiance is rubbing circles on your back has you rereading the same sentence multiple times. “I heard something I wanna try,”

“Hmm?” You hum noncommittally, encouraging him to continue, but you don’t look away from the papers. He frowns, frustration clawing at his belly and lets out a small grunt as he paws at your thighs exposed by your silk pyjamas. When he doesn’t speak, you turn to him and run your fingers through his damp locks before ruffling them slightly. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you tired? You have practice tomorrow morning, don’t you?”

He doesn’t respond, his gaze locked on your lips and the way your tongue peeks out ever so slightly to wet your bottom lip only for a second. Bokuto has been strung tight lately; he had just returned from a training camp after being away from you for an entire week. He had been so excited to come home to you; he missed your smiles, your soft agreements, the way you came apart and lost yourself under his touch. But instead, he came home to you fully decked out in your ‘no sex’ gear. That’s right, from the ten piles of papers you had to mark, and a brand new box of red felt tips, you were ready for five days of no sleep, no fun, and absolutely nothing frisky with Bokuto. Needless to say, he almost cried when he first stepped into the apartment.

But now, with only ten research papers left, you were practically finished. “Babe, let’s cuddle tonight,” You give him a look, and he deflates only a little before quickly adding, “I’ll be good, I swear,”

“Kou-kun,” you lean in and give him a soft peck on the cheek, and he’s so touch starved that he sits motionless, absorbing the way your lips brush against his skin for as long as he can. “You’re always good.” You move away, and he quickly grabs your hands, intertwining your fingers together. “But if I finish up here today, I won’t be able to see you play tomorrow,”

He’s silent as he contemplates this and then promptly hooks a hand around your waist and pulls you to him. His lips slant over yours, and it only takes you a second to melt into the kiss, hands flying to the hem of his t-shirt to drag him closer. Your lips are warm, and he can taste the sweetness of cherries from the dizzying brush of your tongue. He leans back against the sofa, and you clamber onto his lap, your softness meeting the hard planes of his body as you kiss along the smooth column of his neck. There is nothing sexier than the way you press a kiss before nibbling along his jaw, and his hands automatically find their way under your sleep shirt to squeeze at a naked breast.

You let out a strangled moan and immediately press your body to his chest, halting his movements. Bokuto’s eyes widen as he tentatively brushes a thumb on the underside of your breast, only for you to shudder. “Koutarou, wait,” you pant softly, grabbing at his arm to pull it from your chest. “I’m really sensitive today, and it hurts if you squeeze too roughly,”

“Why?”

“I’m on my period,” you say simply, and he blurts out the first thing that pops into his head.

“So, no sex?”

You shake your head, and his erection throbs painfully in his shorts as it strains against the material, somehow understanding the situation but not exactly cooperating. You get up to clear the table, and when you stretch, he can clearly see the way your nipples poke through the flimsy fabric, almost as if begging for his attention. He’s up, wrapping his arms around your waist and breathing in the scent of your hair. “Can I massage them?”

You pause, and when you don’t respond for a few seconds, he cups one breast through the shirt, palming it softly until you melt under his touch. “O-Okay, but no sex,”

He murmurs out a thank you, his golden eyes sparkling, and he’s glad you don’t question his enthusiasm. Once in the shared bedroom, he strips your shirt off your body watches with hooded eyes as you crawl over to join him at the centre of the bed.

His fingers brush against a peaked nipple before slowly pushing down on the nub, and you let out a soft whine before cupping your other breast yourself, rotating the flesh in small circles.

Bokuto briefly wonders how long it could take to make you cum just from your tits, and he turns it into a personal mission for tonight. He pulls at the free nipple, and you gasp sharply. Your reaction brings a lazy grin on his face, and he brings you to sit on top of him, the outline of his erection pressing against your ass so he can feel at least some sort of friction. He swats your hand away and pulls a nipple into the heat of his mouth, suckling the flesh softly as your thighs tremble around his waist. The first contact of his teeth against your sensitive nipple has your breath hitching deliciously as you chant his name, and he does it again, wanting to commit the sound to memory.

“K-Koutarou, please. I’m going to-”

He switches to the other breast and bites down on the nipple without warning. Your hands fly to the back of his head, pushing him closer to your chest as he soothes the abused skin with long strokes of his tongue. The way you pull at his hair sends sharp jolts of pain, and you realise that each time you tug at his locks, he puts his teeth to work.

You tug at his hair again, and he smiles as he bites down for a second. He takes satisfaction in the way you tremble and grind against him when he tugs at a hardened bud with his fingers, twisting and rolling the nub until it borders on pain and pleasure. He’s going to make you come like this even if he doesn’t get any sleep.

Minutes later, you tremble, your hands feebly pushing at Bokuto, and he leans back only slightly. He watches with wide eyes as you roll your hips, the movements unstable and shaky, almost frenzied. Your fingers squeeze at a breast and pull at the tip of the other, and you let out a breathy moan at the sharp streak of pain that quickly turns into pleasure. “K-Kou-kun. I’m s-so close. So close.” You whine out in both pleasure and frustration and reach for his hands so he can help you finish the job. “Please,”

You don’t notice the way Bokuto’s erection grows bigger from under you. He loves it when you beg for him like this, eyes glazed with lust without a care in the world except for how quickly you’ll come. It’s so intoxicating, and you look so desperate that he can’t help but want to tease you until you’re ruined. But tonight, there was no way; you wouldn’t be getting any help from him until he gets off on the image of you sobbing for his fingers and his tongue.

He watches as your eyes widen when you see him take out his cock and grip himself at the base. The tip is red and weeping, and when he smears the fluid all over the head, he’s delighted to see the way you lick your lips and lean forward, entranced. “What is it, puppy?” He purrs and grips himself at the base before moving up to the tip and coming back down again. The way your eyes follow the movement is incredibly sexy, but it’s the tremble in your lower lip that has him growing harder. “F-Fuck. Shit, you want my cock? I thought you said no sex.”

There’s a whine of frustration, and at this point, he can’t tell if it’s from you or him, but the way you rub your thighs together and tug at your nipples has him lifting his hips, craving the friction he can’t have. There are now tears in your eyes as you sniffle. For a fleeting moment, Bokuto considers sliding your underwear to the side; your period be damned, and fucking you into the mattress until the bedsheet is soaked with your tears. His cock twitches in agreement at the mental image, and a shudder goes down his spine.

Instead, he gives himself a few more rough strokes and closes his eyes, listening to your moans echo in the room before he groans, loud and low, as his release lands messily on the bedsheets.

Bokuto is restless at practice the morning after, and everyone knows this because his performance was downright terrible. On the rare occasions when he did score a point, there was no hey, hey, hey, no burst of confidence, no nothing.

There had been days on end where the team would have done anything short of murder to shut Bokuto up, but now that he had, they had no idea what to do. Well, except Atsumu, of course. The setter sauntered over, his lips stretched into a cocky smirk. “Bokkun, what are ya mopin’ about for? Did yer girlfriend leave ya all needy?”

Bokuto grumbled sourly at the blonde before promptly turning away. “I’m not moping.” And when Atsumu raises an eyebrow, encouraging him to continue, Bokuto only sighs and leans back on his elbows. Surprisingly, that’s all the setter needs to understand the situation and begins to laugh.

The entire situation is infuriatingly unfair, especially since it was, in fact, Atsumu who had drilled in the idea of having sex in semi-public places. Bokuto usually didn’t care to listen to the gossip of others much, unless it was related to volleyball or you. During the training camp, the blond setter had been describing how hot it was to do it in a semi-public place where there was a high chance of getting caught, much to Kiyoomi’s chagrin. Bokuto genuinely cannot bring himself to care because obviously sex feels good all the time, so why would doing it outside make it any different? Atsumu had just tutted when Bokuto explained this to him before asking him about you, and that definitely got his attention.

“Bokkun, do ya know what kinks yer girlfriend has?”

“She doesn’t have any,” Bokuto’s response had been immediate, and Atsumu just stared, wondering if the hyperactive male was just pulling his leg. But he wasn’t - Bokuto genuinely knew you didn’t have any because of course you would tell him as soon as you discovered one, right?

“She seriously never told ya?”

“Maybe she just doesn’t know.”

Atsumu had spluttered indignantly to his excuse, equal parts horrified and insulted that Bokuto could even think about suggesting such a thing.

Needless to say, ever since then, Bokuto has been trying to find out more of the things that make you tick in bed. He’d already found two last night, and his body was already tense, eager to find out more today. Especially since you said you’d be visiting after handing back all the papers to your students. They all wrapped up practice, with Meian giving Bokuto extra laps around the gym. By the time he had finished the required amount, Hinata and Meian were about to leave but had stopped to greet you for a few minutes. The sight of you leaning against the door, your lips pulled up into a soft smile filled him with restless energy and he took a swig of his water before making his way to you.

“Hey, hey, hey!” His voice booms, echoing off the walls and you swivel around to grin at him. There is a collective sigh of relief from the other members as they leave the court gym and he sees the way your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He practically sprints to you and pulls you into a bear hug. He knows he’s sweating and that he probably stinks, but that all takes a back seat as your arms come around to wrap around his waist as you breathe in the feel of him. “Are you feeling better?”

You nod and lean up, puckering your lips to give him a short kiss, and his heart squeezes before he leans down to meet your lips halfway. When you pull back, your face is flushed, and you lean forward to whisper in his ear. “I’m sorry about last night. I’m all better today, we can go wherever you want and do whatever you feel like,”

His golden eyes glint dangerously under the low lighting of the hall, and you immediately know that you’re in trouble. “Now?”

He can see the way your breath hitches and throat constricts as you let out a little whimper. Your voice reaches a higher octave as you whisper out a “Now?” and he suddenly wishes that he could drag you to the locker room in front of everyone. He realises with a start that Atsumu had been right all along and expects the fact to rub him the wrong way, but the thought is pushed to the back as you let out a timid nod.

That’s all he needs. He drags you into the locker room, too impatient to bother with the intricacies of the lock. Everyone had gone home anyway, so what did it even matter? As soon as he sits down, you push his thighs apart and situation yourself between them. Your hands fly to the hem of his gym shorts as you gaze up at him, and the whisper of friction that your fingers provide already has his cock swelling in his boxers.

The first contact your tongue made with his cock has him hardening even further as he sinks his fingers into your hair. He can’t take his eyes off the way your hot tongue glides up the curve of his dick before swirling around the tip and-

“Fuck. Fuck. Wait, baby-Don’t-”

You take him into your mouth, one hand softly massaging his balls, and all the protests die in his throat almost instantly. He chokes at the sight of you on your knees and your pretty, pretty mouth stretched around his fat cock. There are tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you struggle to take him in any further, and there’s nothing in the word that could make him look away. He thrusts his hips up only slightly, taking you off guard and forcing more of his length into your mouth as you gag around his size.

You make a sound at the back of your throat as you drool around his cock, and it sends waves of vibrations throughout his length. Bokuto eases out of your mouth, and the stark coldness that hits the sensitive skin has him hardening even further. “You did so good, puppy,” he pants out his praise and comes up behind you before he pushes you forward so that you’re on your hands and knees. You’re such a pretty sight that he has to stop himself from entering you straight away. “Are you comfortable, babe? Think you can take it like this?”

You nod vigorously and hold his gaze through the mirror. The head of his cock is leaking and angry, and he’s half tempted to bury himself balls deep inside you without warning. But the moment he pushes the tip inside your wet heat, you arch your back, and his hips jerked forward, craving the way your slick walls spammed around his length.

“S-Shit—” Bokuto grits out, relishing the way the unmistakable sound of your arousal squelching around his cock echoes in the locker room. “God, you’re so fucking messy- baby, I can’t—” his words end on a whine and tries to push himself further inside you, his hands going to grip your hair to wrap it around his fingers.

There’s a low guttural moan from you, and when he looks up, his gut clenches at the sight of your thoroughly fucked face. He wants to commit it all to memory - the way your tongue lolls out while your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cry out for him because he’s the only one who can make you feel like this. He pulls at your hair slightly and immediately feels you clench around him.

He does it again, harder.

Your whimpers thunder in his ears, and he leans forward until he has you completely underneath him, chest grazing the back of your shoulders as he braces his entire weight on his arm. His tongue and teeth are relentless on the flushed tips of your ear, laving the sensitive skin before nipping it harshly as he thrusts into you. “You’re such a pretty puppy, aren’t you? Fucked dumb and drooling on my cock,”

You sob at this, your words slurring. “K-Kou, s’close—” His thrusts become short and fast, reaching deeper as your walls dragging along his cock deliciously. The way you’re needy heat is sucking him in leaves him breathless, his hips stuttering with effort as he struggles to go faster and faster and—

Your walls flutter around his girth, clenching down and squeezing so tightly that he can’t help but arch his back, hands gripping your hips to bring you closer, the curve of your ass flush against his abs. He ruts into you harshly, trying to fuck you through your orgasm, and it’s the loud slapping of skin on skin that mixes perfectly with your lewd keens that have his dick spasming and finally sends him over the edge.

For a moment, all he can hear are the heavy breathing as you both try to catch your breaths, skin slick and glistening with sweat, but then his ears perk up at the telltale whisper of footsteps shuffling. Somewhere, right outside the door, a broomstick topples over something, and he swears he can hear the hushed bickering of Atsumu and Kiyoomi.

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