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Nobody's Gonna Know

(Part Two)

Characters: Yahya Abdul-Mateen II as himself x Black!reader (woc!reader), Michael B. Jordan as himself (appearance), and Kiana Ledé as “Jerrika” (appearance).

Summary: What happens when you realize what you’ve always wanted was right in front of your face the entire time?

Warnings: Profanity, daddy kink (you’re not surprised), smut, mentions of violence, drinking, and did I mention smut already😈?

Word Count: (Part Two) 4800+.

Inspired By:

The sound of his phone snapped Yahya out of the flashback. A smile crept across his face as he swiped to answer.

“Ain’t been gone but a minute. You missing daddy already, love?”

“You’re so annoying. I was calling to let you know I made it home safely.”

“Thank you, love. I wished you could’ve stayed one more night,” his tone was affectionate and sensual.

Yahya always made his words sound both rugged and soft with you. It was both erotic and sinfully sweet, causing butterflies to flutter inside you.

“You still there, mama?”

You cleared your throat, trying to hide that his voice was affecting you. Changing the subject, you continued, “There’s a kickback Friday. It’s at my sis’ house. You're coming, right?”

He smiled to himself, knowing he made you feel some type of way. In a raspy voice, he asked, “That depends. Are you staying the night afterward?”

“I’ll meet you at your house later in the night.”

“Why not just arrive and leave with me? Nobody’s going to suspect anything.”

“I would, but she invited Michael. He’s asked me to ride with him.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Are you mad? I can call back and make up an excuse.”

“That’s okay, love,” he answered in a curt tone.

“Doesn’t sound like it-.”

“I’m good. Listen, I got a few things to handle. I’ll hit you back later.”

Yahya ended the call, not giving you a chance to respond.

This shit ends Friday. I know just how to make him go ghost. I’m done playing games with this woman.

He scrolled through his contacts, tapping the name he was searching for. The phone trilled twice before he heard the familiar voice. Making small talk, Yahya waited for the perfect moment to put his plan in motion.

“Hey, Jerrika. How’s it going?

“Oh, yeah? That’s wassup. Listen, I was wondering. Do you have plans for Friday night?”

“Perfect. Be ready by eight. I want you to ride to this kickback with me.”

Yahya made more small talk, and she told him what she had been up to lately. As he listened, a twinge of guilt pulsed through his chest. His mind was riddled with second thoughts. Using her this way made him feel a bit guilty. He wanted to be truthful with Jerrika. Interrupting her mid-sentence, he explained his intentions for Friday night's kickback. To his surprise, she appreciated his honesty. Jerrika wasn’t shocked-they had known each other awhile. She had an inkling Yahya was attracted to his best friend. Not only was she aware of his feelings. Jerrika offered to help out in any way she could. Yahya spent a few more moments on the phone discussing the plan.

Lying in bed, he stared at the ceiling, hands folded behind his head. Thoughts racing through his head, he contemplated whether his plan would help or hurt things. He cleared his mind and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep. Yahya’s phone dinged right as he started to nod off. Groaning, he snatched it from the nightstand. You had texted, “Not you hanging up on me mid-sentence. Goodnight to you too, mean ass.” Truthfully, he felt like a dick for abruptly ending the call. Also, for what he was about to pull Friday night. It felt like his only option that would give you the push needed. He quickly texted you back, “I’m sorry, mama. I promise to hit you first thing in the morning. Goodnight, love.”

Friday had come around much quicker than you anticipated. Your sis had hit you up early that morning. She begged for you to arrive several hours early to help set up. Being a helpful and dependable best friend, the request was granted. However, twenty minutes after your arrival, you started to regret it.

The two of you hadn’t seen each other for a while. You were greeted with a lecture about not making time for girl's night lately. According to the crew, you had been neglecting your homegirls and spending too much time with your sneaky link. Defending yourself, you brought up the numerous times they brushed you aside for their new flavor of the month. To which they did not argue and immediately forgave you.

Believing you were off the hook, your best friend put you on the spot again. She grinned at you mischievously, “We cracked the case, sis.”

With a confused expression, you responded, “What the hell are you going on about?”

“Bitch, don’t play stupid.”

“I honestly have no clue what you’re talking about, sis.”

“We figured out who sneaky link is,” she smirked at you. “It’s about time you two dumbasses got together.”

You started to deny it, “What are you talking about-.”

“We know you and Yahya have been fucking around. Which one of your horny asses gave in first?”

You busied yourself with setting up the bar as you ignored her question. Snatching the liquor bottles and setting them down, your best friend crossed her arms, waiting for you to confess. Her foot tapped against the floor as the rest of your friends cocked their heads to the side. Rolling your eyes at the group of nosey ass women, you asked, “What makes you all think it’s Yahya?”

Each woman smirked at you until your best friend piped up, “If you're going to keep it low-key, don’t make a sound in your sexcapades while recording. Also, make sure your friends don’t know or follow him on social media.”

Fucking Yahya and his pornographic IG story.

“Oh, it wasn’t just his mini-sex vid. I kick it with his homie. That little pic you posted? Yahya canceled plans with them that night. Naturally, he came to dick me down when plans fell through. I mentioned the pic, and we put two and two together.”

“Whatever, nosey ass Heffa. It’s not even that deep. We fuck around occasionally,” you snarked, rolling your neck.

“On occasion, my ass. You’ve been getting dicked down on the regular. None of us make it a habit to sleep with multiple people. Therefore that is a consistent dick down, and you know it.”

“Who else knows about us?”

“Pretty much anyone who knows what you sound like when you moan. Given that we were all roommates at one time, we, unfortunately, know what that shit sounds like. Your ass never could keep it down. Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with us,” she smirked.

“You bitches get on my nerves. I’m going home to finish getting ready.”

“Don’t leave mad, best friend! We’re honestly happy you two came to your senses. Finally locked his fine ass down.”

“One, I’m not mad. Two, he’s not my man. We fuck. That’s it.”

Your friends gave each other a knowing look, irritating you further. You snatched your keys from the Louis Vuitton handbag. “I gotta go for real. I need to be ready by the time Michael picks me up.” A multitude of gasps sounded in the room. Rolling your eyes, you braced yourself for more unwanted opinions.

“Does Yah’ know you’re rolling with Mike tonight?”

“Yes,” you answered exhaustedly.

“And he’s okay with that?”

“What part of that’s not my man do you all not understand? Besides, Michael and I are just friends. Yahya knows that. He doesn’t believe it, but that’s not my problem.”

Is that a little petty? Maybe, but I don’t want Michael, honestly. We’re just friends. If he expects more, he’s in for a rude awakening. It’s not like Yah’s not out here, entertaining bitches. I’m not falling for the bullshit with any more men. Best friend or not, men lie all the time…okay maybe that’s not fair. I need to work on trusting men again. On second thought, no, fuck that shit. Single is the best way to be. No games. No lies. No cheating. No heartbreak. I just need that superb dick and toe-curling head.

The sound of fingers snapping in your face pulled you from your thoughts.

“You not even listening to us. Girl, stop lying to yourself and give that man a chance. Yahya’s not like your past relationships. He cares for you.”

“It always starts that way. I’m good with being what we are.”

Before she could continue to chastise you for being scared, you dipped out.

The evening was already turning sour. Sitting on your best friend's couch, you watched as Michael made small talk with a mutual friend. His eyes scanned the room, landing on you as he bit his lip, giving you a seductive smile. One of your girls nudged you, “ I saw that face you made when he looked away. Are you two into it? Or are you still mad that we got all in your business earlier?

“I’m fine,” you lied.

She looked at you, not believing a word you said. It wasn’t just the man that had accompanied you to the party. Though that was where most of your frustration came from, you were also irritated that Yahya hadn’t shown up yet. His text throughout the week had been short and sweet. You were starting to feel like he was avoiding you.

“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you? Or am I going to have to force it out of you?”

Sighing loudly, you started, “While I didn’t appreciate being interrogated earlier, that isn’t my issue.”

“Bitch! Just tell me why you have a stank-ass attitude,” she teased.

“I would if your rude ass would stop interrupting me,” you shot back. “I think I pissed Yah’ off. We had a conversation Sunday night. I mentioned the kickback, and he offered to come and leave together. He started acting weird when I told him Michael had already asked me to ride with him. I don’t understand why he’s angry. I told Yahya we’re just friends. That I’d slide through afterward.”

“Your green ass. It doesn’t matter what you say. Though you’re not interested, I’m sure Yah’ knows Mike wants to knock you down…real bad.”

“Trust me, that’s abundantly clear now. Michael’s not getting one ounce of this pussy. He’s about to find that shit out real quick. This ninja kept trying to rub my thighs on the ride over here. I had to cross my damn legs just to get him off me.”

Just as your friend was about to respond, she gasped. You nearly caught whiplash, turning to stare in the same direction.

“What’s wrong with your dramatic ass-.”

Glancing toward the entrance, you saw the person you’d been searching for all evening. The fact that he wasn’t alone sent a tiny sliver of jealousy through your body. Shaking it off, you rationalize internally, “Chill, sis. That’s not your man. That could be just a friend.” It did very little to tamp down the mild bout of jealousy.

You will not be petty and use Mike to make him angry. That thought was stomped out as his guest turned, and you got a look at who she was. This is why I’m single. Friend my ass. You chuckled bitterly as Yahya and his company made their way over to you. Are they holding hands? Oh, okay. Bet it the fuck up! Don’t give him a reaction. They’re all the same. Fine ass. Lyin’ ass ninja. Yahya greeted you and your friend as you gave him an expressionless stare. Introductions were short and sweet, excusing yourself after. Though he had irritated you, Michael called you over at the right time. You could feel Yahya’s eyes boring into your back as you crossed the room.

Being bold and not taking the hint from earlier, he slipped his arm around your waist, tugging you closer. As he attempted to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, you made eye contact with Yahya. You watched as his jaw ticked, and he draped his arm around Jerrika, pulling her closer to his side. Her hand slid down from his chest and rested on the abs you had traced with your tongue just last weekend. Yahya watched as your eyes narrowed at the gesture and smirked at you. His face fell as he watched Michael kiss your cheek. The look of disappointment was enough for you to step away from Michael. “I have to go check on the bar, be right back.” It was enough to keep him from questioning why you removed yourself from him.

Quickly glancing over the bar, you made a beeline for the kitchen. All you wanted was time to pull it together and gather your thoughts. Yahya, however, had other plans. He stood at the kitchen entrance, fixing you with an angry stare. Crossing your arms, you returned his glare.

“What,” you spat, rolling your eyes.

Yahya’s head leaned back, “You and your boyfriend looking real cozy out there.”

You laughed bitterly, “Says the one that’s here with the woman that he claims he’s no longer fucking. Is that not what you told me last weekend, friend? The audacity to have the very bitch you say you don’t want all in my face.”

“I didn’t lie. I’m no longer sleeping with her. You came with a friend. I figured I could bring one as well.”

“Difference is I haven’t had sexual relations with my friend. Can you say the same,” you questioned.

“Whatever, man. You’re tripping.”

“Be honest with me, Yah’. Are you still sleeping with Jerrika?”

“I just watched that thirsty ass dude damn near suck on your neck, and you’re seriously sitting here questioning my loyalty? You keep accusing me of shit. It’s making me wonder if that’s due to a guilty conscience. Why trip? We’re not together, remember?”

“That’s what this about? A fucking title? How many times do I have to say it, Yahya? I don’t fucking want-.”

Your sentence came to a halt as Jerrika stepped into the kitchen.

“Pardon me for interrupting, but could you show me where the bathroom is?”

Feeling slightly guilty for stealing Yahya’s attention, you offered, “This my sis’ house. I’ll show you.”

Jerrika winked at Yahya and turned to follow you out of the kitchen. That looks like a disaster waiting to happen. He wondered if it was wise to leave you and his date unattended. Just as he was about to go and check on the two of you, Michael entered the room.

“Ay, bro. Where’s your sis at,” he asked, referring to you.

Through clenched teeth, Yahya answered, “More like a best friend. I know things about her that siblings wouldn’t share,” he smirked at the expression on Michael’s face. “She’s showing Jerrika where the bathroom is. They’ll be back shortly.”

“You make a good point. Maybe you could give me some advice on her. Maybe put in a good word for me?”

The look that crossed Michael’s face made Yahya feel uneasy. Stepping closer, he lowered his voice, not wanting anyone to hear.

“You saw that picture she posted of whoever it was between her thighs?”

Yahya chuckled knowingly, “Oh yeah. I saw that post. She seemed to enjoy herself that night,” he smiled at Michael’s cluelessness.

“That’s what I’m saying. You’re her best friend. Put me on, bro. I’m trying to take her thick ass down.”

“She posted up with another dude, and you’re still trying to slide? I don’t think she gets down like that.”

“If I manage to steal his shortie, that’s his problem,” Michael boasted.

“So you think my friend bounces from dude to dude? Watch your mouth, little nigga. You don’t know her like that to be making assumptions,” Yahya barked, approaching Michael aggressively.

“Chill, bro. No disrespect-.”

You and Jerrika had entered the kitchen as things had started to get heated between Michael and Yahya. Trading a knowing glance with your best friend's date, the both of you got in between the two of them.

“What’s going on? Calm down,” you soothed Yahya as you unknowingly rubbed his arm. Jerrika tugged Michael backward as well. Not wanting to ruin your evening, Yahya lied, “We’re just having a debate about sports. You know how passionate I can get, love.”

He didn’t want to spend another minute in Michael’s presence. Turning to Jerrika, Yahya placed a hand on her back.

“Let’s go get you that drink you asked for earlier.”

As they walked past Michael, he leaned in, mumbling something.

“Good luck trying to fill her man’s shoes. Bro pretty much got her locked down. She just doesn’t know it yet.”

You watched as he guided her to the bar, hand placed above her ass. There goes that damn jealousy. Get it together, bitch. It’s just a sneaky link. Michael interrupted your thoughts yet again. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s rejoin the party.” His hand cupped your side as he guided you toward the music. The song changed, and Michael wrapped his arms around your waist.

“This my shit,” he groaned in your ear.

He pulled you closer, singing the words against your neck. The irritation for this man grew stronger with every unwanted advance he gave.

His thirsty ass is getting on my damn nerves. I’m deleting this man from everything as soon as I get to Yah’s. If I’m even still invited. That’s right. I still want the dick. Thirsty hoes be damned.

Michael's hand groped your thighs as he pressed up against you. You started to push his hands away and check him but felt fingers wrap around your wrist. With one strong tug, your steps fumbled behind a very pissed-off Yahya. Your mind hadn’t fully finished processing what was happening. It wasn’t until after he yanked you into a guest bathroom, closing and locking the door, that you started to catch on. Yahya pressed you against the door as his hand circled your throat. Wild eyes bore into yours as his chest heaved. He took a few moments to inhale and exhale.

“I don’t give a fuck what we are. He’s done touching you from this point on,” he said in a low and gravelly voice.

“Yah-.”

“I’m serious, Y/N. Whatever the fuck you two got going on. It’s done.”

“Last I checked, you’re not my father, and I barely listen to him anyway. Worry about what the hell you got going on with Jamaica.”

“You know that’s not her name,” he smirked.

“Whatever that hoe’s name is. Worry about what she got going on. Not me.”

“Your stubborn ass. You know damn well I brought that girl just to piss you off. It’s clear that it worked.”

“I’m not the one that got jealous and snatched you up like a rag doll.”

“Fine. I have no issue admitting I’m jealous. I want you, mama. All to myself.”

“You have me, Yah’. I told you I don’t want him, and I’m not sleeping with anyone else.”

“Let me be clear. I want you, all of you. Give me a chance, mama. I’m not all those other men that fumbled your pretty ass. Tell me that’s not what you want. Look me in my eyes and say it.”

“What’s wrong with the way things are?”

“What the fuck are you scared of? You can’t honestly sit there and tell me you don’t want the same. If that’s the case, you wouldn’t be salty over Jerrika.”

Yahya was right, but you kept letting your fear of another heartbreak cloud your judgment. You attempted to deflect.

“We’re being rude to our guests. Let’s go back to the party and finish this discussion later.”

“No, that shit’s out the window. You’re not going back out there so he can feel all on you. I told him you were dealing with someone. I even wished him good luck at trying to steal you for himself. It looks like I have to let him know what the fuck is up.”

“What does that even mean-.”

His hand circled your neck again. Pushing you back against the door, Yahya’s mouth clashed with yours hungrily. There was no sense in fighting it. Your body had been yearning for his attention all night. You felt him bend forward into the kiss, his hands reaching to hoist you up. Thick thighs locked around his waist as he ground against you. The back of your head fell against the door whimpering as Yahya’s lips trailed from your neck to the top of your breast. His tongue made contact with your skin, teeth nipping at the exposed flesh.

He groaned against your soft skin, “You wear this sexy little dress for me? Or your boyfriend?”

“Fuck you, Yah’,” you moaned.

“Oh, I plan to, baby.”

Yahya continued to lick and suck at the tops of your breast as his free hand snaked underneath the hem of your dress. A guttural groan vibrated against the bathroom walls as he felt your bare, wet, silky flesh.

“You’ve been hanging around with that dumbass with no fucking panties on,” he growled.

“Yes, but I didn’t do this for him. At the last minute, I made up my mind that I wanted to leave with you. I did this for you, baby.”

“That’s what the fuck I thought.”

The most erotic moan fell from your lips as two fingers dove into your slick heat. You started to ride his fingers, crying out, “Yes! Baby.”

Yahya sucked, nibbled, and groaned against your throat. “That’s it, mama. Let them hear you. I know you can be louder than that.”

His fingers sped up, scissoring in and out of your dripping folds. The feeling became too much as your core started to tighten. He could feel your muscles squeezing around his digits.

“That’s it, love. Let go. Come all over Daddy’s fingers.” He pushed deep enough, tapping your spot.

“Oh, f-fuck. Yahya!”

Still pumping his long digits slowly, he watched you ride out your high. He whispered sweet praise into your ear, “That’s a good girl. You did good, baby.”

Slowly sliding his fingers from inside you, he licked his fingers clean. You watched in awe as your tongue slid across your bottom lip. He smirked, knowing your freaky ass wanted a taste. Cupping your chin, Yahya pulled you in for a sloppy kiss. Your tongues wrestled for control as your hands undid his belt. Yahya pulled back, smiling, “Here?”

“I can’t wait until we get home. I want you now.”

He watched you unbutton and unzip his jeans, using both hands to push his pants and underwear down. Yahya scrunched your dress around your waist as he lined up with your entrance. He slid the tip in, pausing afterward. Your eyes narrowed, “stop fucking teasing me.”

“I’ll give you this dick now, but you better not hold back. Your better scream my fucking name like you do when we’re alone. Let that little bitch out there know who owns this pussy.”

You gave him a frantic nod thrusting your hips, trying to slide lower onto his throbbing member. A whine echoed as he slapped your thigh, “I’m running this shit, brat.” Your mouth opened to respond sarcastically, but Yahya slammed inside you, leaving you breathless.

“Thought that would shut your ass up,” he growled.

Yahya thrust deeper and deeper, causing your eyes to roll back. He angled you to where his pulsing rod tapped against that special little sponge. Your heels dug against him, and your nails scratched at his back. You skyrocketed toward a release, crying out his name repetitively.

“Yahya, yes! Yahya, please! Daddy,” you screamed, shaking violently.

He slowed his strokes long enough to bring you back down again. Pushing at his shoulder, you signaled that you wanted down. Yahya assumed you couldn’t take anymore and placed you on your feet. He held onto your waist to help you regain composure. Once you were stable, he reached for his zipper, but you stopped him.

“Wait, baby.”

Yahya looked puzzled. That was until your hands pressed into his chest, shoving him against the door. Dropping to your knees, he started to understand what you meant. Your glossy lips brushed against the tip of his thick member. His breath hitched as you licked around it. Your hands rested on his thighs as you took every inch down your throat.

Yahya’s groan reverberated throughout the room, “Got damn. Fuck, just like that, mama.” You hummed around his dick, forcing another growl from him. No longer able to control himself, Yahya gave in to his animalistic needs. His hands dug into your hair as Yahya pistoned against the back of your throat. The more you gagged around him, the closer he came to a release. One hand trailed from his thigh down to cup his balls. Massaging them, Yahya fucked your throat faster.

“Fuck, mama. I’m about to bust.”

Knowing how to send him over the edge, you hummed around his length. His hips stuttered a few times as he called out your name, sending his release down your throat. He plucked you from the floor, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

“Get dressed. I’m taking your fine ass home,” he demanded, smacking your behind.

Thankful for your richly melanated skin, you could hide a blush as the two of you rejoined the group. It was evident that everyone had heard the two of you. Your friends looked at you with knowing looks. Even Jerrika was smirking at the pair of you. The only person who seemed to be bothered was, of course, Michael. Not knowing what to say, Yahya stepped in, announcing your goodbyes. He dragged you toward a smiling Jerrika.

“I’m good, Yahya. I can catch a ride with someone or Uber. You wore that poor woman out in a packed party. Take your lady home.”

“Wait, you know about us,” you questioned his date.

“Sorry boo, I was in on this whole, make her jealous scheme,” she giggled.

“I should be mad at you two, but it did give me the push I needed. I guess he’s my man now, or whatever.”

“Took your ass long enough.”

“Not too much on me. I got trust issues. You know that.”

Yahya pulled you into his side as you made your exit. Unable to help himself, he made a stop on the way out.

“Alright now, be easy, bro. Don’t worry about driving her home tonight. Daddy got her,” he smiled cockily at the pissed look on Michael’s face.

“Don’t be upset, bro. I told you, baby girl had a man.”

“That’s cool. I’m not really into hoes anyway.”

The room went eerily silent. You tugged at Yahya’s hand, begging him to ignore him.

“He’s just trying to get a rise out of you, Yah’. Just come with me, please. He’s not worth it.”

You had almost convinced him to turn the other cheek, but Michael added fuel to the fire.

“That’s right. Listen to your loose ass bitch.”

Acting quickly, you stepped between the two men.

“I got this, Yahya.”

He was aware that you were a little spitfire. Curiosity got the best of him, so he obliged, stepping back to let you handle your shit like a grown-ass woman. Spinning on your heels, you tilted your head back to look Michael in the eyes.

“You thought you ate with that, huh?”

He smirked, shrugging his shoulders. Proud of calling a woman out her name not once but twice. Stepping closer, your voice filled with venom.

“Stop pretending in front of all these folks, Mike. I was never giving a weak-ass man such as yourself a chance. I don’t know why your pride is so hurt. I’ve told you several times that this wasn’t going beyond friendship. What? You send me dick pics, and you think I’m trying to take that shit for a ride? What good is all that penis if you don’t know how to work it? That’s right, boo. The ladies have been talking. The word around town is your stroke game’s weak as fuck. I wouldn’t even let you get a lick, let alone fuck you.”

He sat there embarrassed and stunned by what you revealed to the room. Trying to save face, he made one last attempt to bring you down.

“Nobody checking for that fat ass bitch anyway.”

His hand slipped from your grasp before you could stop him. Yahya stomped over to Michael, sending one hard blow to his face. With just one punch, he knocked him out cold. Making his way back to you, Yahya grabbed your hand, kissing it.

“It had to happen, mama. My mouth will make it up to you when we get home," he pecked your lips, tugging you out the door, to his vehicle.

Yahya leaned in, breath fanning against your neck. His hand reached across your lap, clasping you into the seatbelt. Yahya playfully bit your jaw, grazing your breast as he pulled away. As he started to close your door, he rasped, "You might want to take a nap on the way home. I'm about to have you wrapped around me all night. In more ways than one."

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0ensihoitaja · 9 months

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waitmyturtles · 9 months

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A post-Only Friends Old GMMTV Challenge update! Let's do it this:

1) Tomorrow, I unleash a long review of Love of Siam, a seminal film from 2007 that has long had artistic influence on the Thai television BL genre. I only wish I had watched this film chronologically from the start, because I think it's clear that it's had a ton of impact on Thai BLs since the genre was born. It's a tough film, but well worth watching, and I got very nerdy about it. Many thanks to the dear friend @bengiyo for reading my post in advance and for recommending the film as a must-watch for the project. Despite its toughness -- it was fantastically done.

2) Later this week, I'll post a review of a very. different. kind of movie. in 2014's My Bromance, which I took on to learn more about yaoi tropes in Thai queer media, and to see Fluke Teerapat and Fluke Natouch in pre-BL roles. Woof.

3) Last week, I DEVOURED Tee Bundit's Lovely Writer -- Y'AAAALLLLLLLLL! I'm just like! If you read around here regularly, you KNOW how pissed off I was about Step By Step, and I hadn't even seen Lovely Writer yet, which now explains to me why a lot of folks stuck around with SBS. I'm just like. HOW did the SAME FILMMAKER make TharnType, AND Lovely Writer, AND SBS? I have no clue. But Lovely Writer was SHARP, LAYERED, SMART as hell, managing MANY THEMES with artistic fluency. The special episode was also well worth watching -- and that was at the usually-expected Tee Bundit length of nearly two hours! When I get to reviewing LW, I will focus heavily on the show itself, but I'm just like, WOW, Tee, my dude, whoa. What's going on there.

4) I have a few reviews in the queue coming up over the next few weeks: Manner of Death, A Tale of Thousand Stars rewatch, and Lovely Writer. I've pressed pause on the OGMMTVC for one hot second to CONSUME Jojo Tichakorn's The Warp Effect as prep for Only Friends, and fuck, am I glad I did -- I will throw out a review of TWE in the midst of all of this.

5) And finally! Whoa, whoa! Last Twilight in Phuket and I Promised You The Moon is on deck for my viewing pleasure this week. Teh's looking at Only Friends, being like -- crazy game meets crazy game, playas! See y'all tomorrow with a Love of Siam review in hand!

#the old gmmtv challenge #ogmmtvc #turtles catches up with old gmmtv #love of siam #my bromance #lovely writer #manner of death #a tale of thousand stars #last twilight in phuket #i promised you the moon

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thewingedbaron · 3 months

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BG 3 Fic Feb Day 6!

A bit of a longer one today as the gang makes their way into the Underdark and Tav (Alyss) teaches the party about tracking.

You can also read this over on Ao3!

Day Six: Teaching each other how to do something.

Alyss fanned her fingers over the mess of heavy boot prints embedded in the spongy earth. The Duergar that left them were apparently unconcerned that the myconoids would follow them, as they made no effort at all to disguise which way they had come from, and which way they had retreated after their raiding party had done their work. Alyss followed the footprints away from the main battle site, keeping a careful eye on their number and organization. There were eight to twelve of them including prisoners, she figured, though getting an exact number would have to wait until they found the camp. She smiled and whispered thanks to whatever devil had spawned her line had graced her with keen darkvision. Then, she frowned, and whispered a prayer that it wasn't Raphael.

“How do you do that?” A voice asked, nearly causing Alyss to jump out of her skin. Out of the corner of her eye, she found Shadowheart leaning over her shoulder to look at the mess of tracks by their feet.

“Do what?” She replied, trying her best to focus on marks on the ground and not how close the cleric’s face was to her own. The scent of lavender perfume and armor polish was a strangely distracting combination.

“Tell how many there are, pick their direction, the lot of it.” Shadowheart replied, leaning a bit closer. Alyss shoved down the images of the night they shared above the waterfall as she tried to focus on the question.

“Count the footprints and divide by two, most of the time.” She said.

Shadowheart rolled her eyes. “Yes, thank you. I think I could have figured that one out on my own. But how do you know? This all looks like a scrambled mess to me.”

Alyss thought for a moment, raking her eyes back across the jumbled markings on the ground like a scholar studying a particularly tricky tome.

“There’s small differences,” She said hesitantly. “Like there, those two sets of tracks are smaller than the rest. Those would be the gnomes the duergar took. That set there is bigger than the gnomes but slightly smaller than the rest of the raiding party. More than likely a woman’s tracks.” Alyss took a breath, pointedly ignoring the scent of lavender. “And this set here, whomever they are, they favor their right leg. See how the heel imprint in the left track is a bit deeper? They were probably limping, that or they have some other injury that causes more weight on the left and less on the right.”

Shadowheart nodded thoughtfully. “Alright, that makes sense.” She said after a long moment. “But how do you keep tracking them after the boot prints are gone? We’ve been following this group for ages, and this is the first time I’ve seen prints since the myconid colony.”

“It’s easier with groups like this.” Alyss replied immediately. “Especially when about half of them are dragging their feet. They leave little scuff marks. Drag signs in the dirt, or bruised roots and broken plants. There have been dozens of little signs all along the path. You just have to know where to look.”

The cleric of Shar’s brow furrowed. “Show me.” She said as they began to walk again.

Alyss nodded. The party continued on the trail of the Duergar, pausing every so often so the ranger could slow off small scuffs on the stalks of mushrooms, and tiny drag marks in the dirt. Much to Alyss’ pleasure, Shadowheart was a quick learner, finding each mark a little faster along the trail. Eventually, Karlach and Wyll joined in. They made a game of it, counting who could find the next mark first. Alyss, of course, was disqualified by default.

“There, on those planks!” Shadowheart called, pointing out a series of muddy boot prints.

‘That one hardly counts, it's so obvious!” Karlach groaned.

“Still a track,” the cleric shot back. “I believe that makes it twenty eight to twenty to fifteen.”

“How many points do I get for finding the duergar?” Astarion cut in for the first time since the game had started. The friendly bickering halted as the group considered the question.

“I don’t believe finding the raiding party was actually part of the points system.” Wyll said. “It’s more about the journey than the destination.”

“Ah well, if you would all get your noses out of the dirt, you would see that the destination is right bloody in front of us!”

The group paused again, noticing for the first time that they were standing at the edge of a collapsed village on a tall cliff. Below them, a small, ramshackle harbor had been constructed on the edge of an underground lake. A handful of deep dwarves were tending to a boat there, looking as if they were preparing to launch. The gnomes, however, were nowhere in sight.

“Well done, Astarion.” Wyll chuckled warmly. “I suppose that makes you the winner.”

His comment was greeted with and uproar of complaints from the other two contestants. The vampire spawn, however, looked quite pleased with himself.

“Alright, alright.” Alyss interrupted. “Quiet down before they hear us. We need to catch them before they decide to launch and leave us stranded on this side of the lake. Unless any of you fancy a swim?”

Her question was met with embarrassed silence.

“Right then, no more tracking. Let’s get to work.” The ranger said, leading the way down toward the makeshift harbor. One by one her companions followed until only Shadowheart remained on the cliff.

“We’ll call it a draw.” She huffed to herself. Then, she followed her friends down into the dark.

#bg3ficfeb #thewingedbaron #bg3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 fanfiction #baldur's gate oc #shadowheart #baldurs gate 3 #writers on tumblr

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tymniemniej · 23 days

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Hi 🤗🖤, ♧ ☆ and ☯️ for the language ask game?

🤗🖤 - answered here

♧ : favourite word from the english language translated in your language

I have no clue what my fav English word is? But yesterday I found the word "cupidity" :D according to google it would be "chciwość" but from where I found it through thesaurus and the meaning given there that would be more like "pożądliwość"

☆ : give the first lines of a song which is originally in your language

Twe dłonie jak konwalie Na mej skroni tańcują już (aaa) Chwytasz moją talię A na buzi szminka i róż (aaa) Zanim popłynie łza (popłynie łza) Czule włosy me przeplataj No i et cetera (et cetera)

* * *

Your hands like lilies of the valley Are already dancing on my temple You grab my waist And on my face lipstick and blush Before a tear flows Gently run your fingers through my hair And etc. etc. etc.

☯ : what do you love about your language?

how difficult it is for non-slavs. that's why we get so happy whenever a foreigner comes over and learns one sentence to greet us *crowd goes crazy*

#answered #thank you for the ask!

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queersrus · 1 year

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Bird theme

general bird theme

tagging: @bpdxhoardic, @s-hinobun

owl, parrot

(Nick)Names:

bird, birdi/birdie/birdy, birdette, birdley, beak, blue, bill, byrd, byrdi/byrdie/byrdy, berd, berdi/berdie/berdy, birdo, budgy/budgie, birdine/byrdine/berdine, bittern wing, wren feather, feasant, falcon, fiacre, fugl, fugel, fagel song owl, oiseau, ocell, ocellu ave, ava, avi, avia, aviar, aviary, arden, alouette, avis, aviana, avion, arno, adler, arvid, audette, amsel, avem, aderyn, allen, avocet crow, chick, callum, circe, chirp, corbin, colm, colombe, columbia, canary, caique, chickadee dove, duck, dipper hen, hawk, hoot, hooty, hum/humm, hummer, humming, hunter sparrow, stork, swan, shiri pheasant, pelican, prey, phoenix, paloma, peregrine, peregrina, paxaro, pouli, poulaki, ptashka, ptitsa, pasare, ptica, ptashynyy, ptakh, parrot, parakee, parakeet, pidgy, pidgin/pidgen/pigeon, pidove, pidge, plovar, plover, perch, percher raven, robin eagle, ezio, eun, ean, egg, eggbirt/egbirt/eggbert/egbert kite, kestrel/kestral quail, quill jay, jonah, jonas gavin, game, gannet, geese, goose mavis, merle, merula, merel, madar vulture, vogel, vorona, vtak, vtaci lark, lonan, lind, lintu, loon talon, teal, teyr, tweet, tweety/tweeti/tweetie ucello nest, nester

1stp prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

bi/bii/bir/birdine/birdself wi/win/wing/wingine/wingself fi/fea/feath/feathine/featherself bi/bea/beak/beakine/beakself ei/egg/eggs/eggine/eggself ti/tal/talon/taline/talonself ni/ne/nes/nestine/nestself twi/twee/tweet/tweetine/tweetself pi/pe/per/perchine/perchself bi/bii/bill/billine/billself chi/chii/chir/chirpine/chirpself

2ndp prns: you/your/yours/yourself

bo/bir/birds/birdself wo/wingr/wingrs/wingrself fo/feather/feathers/featherself bo/beakr/beakrs/beakrself eo/eggr/eggrs/eggrself to/talonr/talonr/talonrself no/nester/nesters/nesterself two/tweeter/tweeters/tweeterself po/percher/perchers/percherself bo/billr/billrs/billrself cho/chir/chirpers/chirpself

3rdp prns: they/them/theirs/themself

bi/bird/birds/birdslef bi/ird, bird/birds wi/wing/wings/wingself wi/ing, wing/wings bea/beak/beaks/beakself e/egg/eggs/eggself eg/egg, egg/eggs tal/talon/talons/talonself tal/on, talon/talons nes/nest/nests/nestself ne/est, nest/nests, nest/nester nest/nesting twe/tweet/tweets/tweetself twee/tweet, twe/eet, tweet/tweets tweet/tweeting song/bird water/bird per/perch/perches/perchself per/ch, per/erch, perch/perches perch/perching bi/bill/bills/billself bi/ill, bill/bills phea/pheasant/pheasants/pheasantself phea/sant, pheasant/pheasants chi/chirp/chirps/chirpself chi/irp, chirp/chirps

Titles

the bird, the bird of prey, the small bird, the waterbird, the songbird, the flightless bird, the migrator, the migrating bird, the one who migrates, the one who tweets, the one who chirps, the nest, the nest of eggs, the egg, the wing, the falling feather, the winged one, the nester, the nesting bird, the caretaker of birds, the bird trainer, the bird owner, the birds nest, the feathered one, the one with talons, the one with feathers, the pretty bird

(prn) who chirps, (prn) who tweets, (prn) who nests, (prn) who flies, (prn) who cannot fly, (prn) who dives for prey, (prn) who lays eggs, (prn) who cares for bird, (prn) who trains birds, (prn) who is bird-like, (prn) who is winged, (prn) who takes flight, (prn) who cannot take flight, (prn) who has feathers, (prn) who is feathered

this bird, this bird of prey, this songbird, this waterbird, this bird trainer, this nest, this birds nest, this wing, this feather, this winged hunter, this small bird, this pretty bird

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dangerously-human · 1 year

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For @clawedandcute, who gave me the best gift ever and wrote sweet Fringe fix-it fic when I desperately needed it. As a thank-you gift, here's my take inspired by her suggestion of "Independent Atlantis with crazy feral family vibes" - I may have shifted a little to the left (and added some slight hints of Sparky, couldn't help myself), but I think the independent and feral are covered, at least! Pending some edits later, but here's the raw version:

“You sure you know what you’re doing, Elizabeth? I can only run interference here for so long.”

“It’s only a temporary measure, Jack. You know as well as I do that the IOA will capitulate sooner rather than later. With reports due back to renew congressional funding, they won’t want to risk a communications embargo for long, not when they’re so desperate to demonstrate return on investment for this project.”

Jack’s fond smile comes through clearly in his voice. “They’ve never sat across the table from a negotiator worth half your salt.”

“What is this, some kind of… siege? A strike? They can’t keep us out, it’s a military base!”

“With all due respect,” Jack says, with that signature eyebrow raise that declares the precise quantity he thinks that is, “that’s exactly the issue here. Dr. Weir is under the impression the Atlantis mission was meant to be a scientific expedition first and foremost, and objects to the, ah, military hierarchy.”

“So they’re shutting down the gate entirely?”

“Blocking any signals from this galaxy, sir.”

“For how long?”

“As long as it takes for you folks to reconsider your priorities. Or,” he coughs, “that’s my impression, anyway.”

“General—”

“For what it’s worth,” he interrupts, “I wouldn’t bet against Elizabeth Weir, sir. Not where it counts.”

Week 1: Puddlejumper joy rides and unsanctioned exploration of questionably sound sections of the city abound. John and Rodney invent some sort of game using Ancient technology that Elizabeth is fairly convinced hasn’t been cataloged or even particularly vetted yet, but she hears no complaints from Carson, so perhaps it’s an acceptable risk this once. On the other hand, the botanists and marine biologists have started some competition that sounds suspiciously similar to cliff diving, resulting in at least four broken bones that she knows of, which seems like sufficient cause to call in a favor with Katie for further information…

Week 2: Rumors of some sort of underground boxing ring in some unexplored passageways in a far part of the city find their way to Elizabeth’s ears. Curiously, Ronon claims to have heard nothing of the sort, despite suddenly finding himself in possession of several suspicious bruises and more chocolate than Elizabeth has seen in one pile in months. He slides a bar or two across her desk, and she finds that the day is simply too full to ask Chuck about that little black book full of names and numbers that he dropped earlier.

Week 3: Reports of a food fight in the cafeteria, which clearly has nothing to do with the tomato sauce Elizabeth just found crusted in her hair in the shower.

Word comes through with the next appearance of the Daedalus: the more time has passed, the more the bigwigs back home have slowly started to warm to the idea of changing their tune. When Elizabeth explains to John that the IOA is “requesting” a thorough report from him about leadership successes and failures during their tenure in Atlantis before they’ll consider any real compromise, his immediate response is to tell her in no uncertain terms that he’ll have nothing to do with it.

He can see her jaw clenching as she tries to offer an unconvincing placating smile. “It’s all right, John. You’re second in command here; they want your perspective of my decision-making. We’ve done this before, remember? It’s a formality—”

“Yeah, and I remember how it went last time,” John practically growls. “I won’t let them rake you over the coals again, Elizabeth. You give everything you’ve got to this mission and this team, twenty-eight hours a day, and they think they can judge the messier details from their cushy office chairs—”

“John.”

“I won’t do it,” he insists. “I’ve got all kind of time off in the bank, right? Let me know when it’s scheduled for, you can find me sipping fancy Athosian cocktails on the mainland that day.”

She grasps him by the elbow and starts steering him in the direction of her office. “It’s in twenty minutes.”

He digs his heels in until she physically can’t drag him any further. “What? That’s not playing fair!”

She barely suppresses an eyeroll.

He considers breaking out the puppy dog eyes, then changes tack. “Can I flip them off?”

Elizabeth’s expression is initially startled, then her eyes narrow. “It’s a conference call, John. They won’t be able to see you.”

“My point exactly. I won’t get you in trouble, but lets me show them what I think of them somehow. Makes me feel a little less slimy about the whole tattletale ordeal.”

Her surprised smile is gratifying. “By all means, then, Colonel.”

“They’ve agreed to our…” She hesitates, not wanting to finish that sentence with demands, and settles on, “requirements. Chiefly, greater proportion of funding goes to the pursuit of scientific knowledge, including additional materials and staff for exploratory recon missions, both on- and off-world.”

While Rodney’s lighting up like Christmas morning, Ronon’s face clearly conveys that someone has tried to sell him that bridge before. “What’s the catch?”

“Additional military oversight, mostly,” Elizabeth replies, waving off Ronon’s concern, “namely in the form of supervisory reports from Colonel Sheppard.”

John looks up from the tablet he’s been fiddling with for the last several minutes of the briefing, his expression one of alarm. “Hey now!”

“Relax, John, it’s just a formality. We won.”

“Easy for you to say! You didn’t get saddled with extra paperwork!”

#personal #writer probs: fanfic edition #stargate atlantis #stargate

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fangirleaconmigo · 2 years

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Hey, I love all of your witcher book/show/game difference analyses and canon vs fandom posts! Aside from Valdo and Aiden do you think any other minor characters in the canon source material will become more developed in fandom (maybe to a lesser extent)? I feel like Linus Pitt has some potential and we get a decent glimpse of his personality on the boat ride in Blood of Elves. Curious to hear your thoughts on this as well!

Thank you so much, nonny!

You know, that is such a crap shoot. The supporting and minor characters are (naturally) the ones they change the most, and then on top of that, so much depends on the actor. I feel like it is impossible to tell.

But you know who what extremely minor character we see only twice and who we know nothing about, that I would ABSOLUTELY FUCKING KILL to see, both in the show and in fic? Black Rayla. That woman is goddamn epic. Her actions are dark as fuck. But holy damn is her 'final stand' scene iconic as hell.

I mean, seriously, even for the people who have zero context, just read this scene and tell me it isn't amazing!!

Rayla and her men are surrounded by Scoia'tael. She has promised to kill her comrades before they fall into the hands of the elven commandos, because they are notorious for torturing captives. They are losing. Her comrade, Villis, has just fallen but is only wounded.

"Rayla!" he screamed "you promised!"

The mercenary, dispatching another elf, swung around.

"Farewell Villis," she said, placing the point of her sword beneath his sternum and pushing hard, "see you in hell!"

A moment later, she stood alone. The Scoia'tael encircled her from all sides. The soldier, smeared with blood from head to foot, raised her sword, whirled around and shook her black plait. She stood among the elves, terrible and hunched like a demon.

The elves retreated.

"Come on!" she screamed savagely. "What are you waiting for? You will not take me alive! I am Black Rayla!".

Then when they tell her to throw down her sword...

"The mercenary laughed horribly and and wiped her face with her cuff, smearing sweat mixed with dust and blood.

"My sword costs too much to be thrown away, elf!" she cried. "If you want to take it you will have to break my fingers! I am Black Rayla! What are you waiting for?"

One of the most exciting and emotional battle scenes, and given that we don't even know her, and she isn't a hero either, that's an amazing feat.

Other than her, I would love to see Keira Metz with her 'severe male clothing' and her brass fucking knuckles. She deserves more prominence too, and will hopefully make a splash in the fandom.

As to your suggestion, Linus Pitt is so much goddamn fun. His scene with Geralt is one of my all time favorites. Please indulge me because I am going to talk about his scene for the people reading who do not know him.

For those who haven't read Blood of Elves, Linus Pitt is an Oxenfurt Master Tutor of Natural History, who Geralt meets aboard a ship. Geralt has been hired to be on the ship to protect them from a potential monster attack. (An Aeschna, as Geralt calls it)

Master Linus is SUPER enthusiastic about biological classification of monsters and wants to pump Geralt for information. It turns out, Linus's book learning differs SIGNIFICANTLY from Geralt's real life experience. (ain't that the way it goes)

He provides such a fantastic opportunity to explore Geralt's ethics, his sense of humor, and to get a more in depth glimpse of how others see him. I love contrasting Geralt, a highly practical working man with a ton of real world experience, with academics and their theories and conceptual ethics.

And Geralt 's dynamic with Linus, and the way he just teases the hell out of him is hilarious. They first get off on the wrong foot, because the scholar insists that the aeschna do not exist, and he laments Geralt's lack of scientific specificity in his monster naming conventions.

So Geralt goes full strength Geralt sarcasm. It is glorious.

For moment, both men saw a twenty-pound or more specimen of the king pickerel swallowing a dead rat...

"What was that?" The Master Tutor shuddered.

"I don't know," Geralt looked at the sky. "A penguin, maybe?"

Bahahahaha. And Linus knows he's being made fun of.

"I have been told that witchers possess considerable knowledge about some rare species. But you, you not only repeat rumours and tales, but you are also mocking me in a most crude manner...are you listening to me at all?"

The Master Tutor "pouts" and bites his lips, and stares at Geralt quite a bit.

Geralt's continued sarcasm drips from the page.

"Enlighten me, Master Tutor, expound a little upon your knowledge of aquatic predators..."

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Not at all. I would honestly like to fill the gaps in my education."

But then when Linus goes on and on, then pauses, asking Geralt if he wants to add anything, Geralt is like:

"...I'm listening with bated breath."

Linus is suspicious, but chatters on. Geralt finally interrupts him to correct him. Linus objects to this...

"Indeed, your lack of knowledge disappoints me. Truly, I am amazed--"

To which Geralt replies with...

"I know," interrupted Geralt. "I lose a great deal of my charm when one gets to know me better. Nevertheless, I will permit myself to correct your theories a little further..."

Wilting sarcasm, weaponized self deprecation of questionable sincerity, and monster nerdery....this is full strength Geralt, firing on all cylinders. God I love him.

And of course Linus begins to listen to him, and heed his warnings. He learns quickly that Geralt has the superior knowledge. And Linus's extreme passion for science and monsters is so entertaining and endearing.

When Geralt is actually in the water fighting with the monster, Linus is shrieking out scientific information to 'help' him.

"It's an anthropod! Order Amphipoda! Group Mandibulatissimae!"

Geralt violently thrashed his arms in the water, trying to yank his legs from the aeschna's claws as they pulled him towards the rhythmic snap of its jaws. The Master Tutor was correct once again. The jaws were anything but small.

Then of course Linus is like TRANSCENDENT with joy to 'discover' a new monster and wants to name it after Geralt. Geralt begs him not to and he consents to name it something else. (ETA because @ithoughtitwaspronouncedgeralt SO RIGHTLY points it out. Geralt insists Linus name the monster after a little boy on the ship who is like NONSTOP a brat. XD)

It's just goddamn classic witcher. Amazing. Hilarious. No notes.

What a great pair.

#asks #the witcher #thinking about the witcher books yet again #talking twn

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