#my problems would all be fixed if i had more confidence in myself as a writer i think

[qqueenofhades]

For the last two nights, I have been locked in a deadly battle against the sadistic smoke alarm in my bedroom. I have emerged victorious, but it has been a close-run and deeply humiliating thing. Let me take you on a stupid, stupid journey.

Flashback: The night before last, I am woken out of a dead sleep at 5am by the persistently and maddeningly consistent chirp of a low-battery smoke alarm. You know the one: [Thirty seconds of blissful silence] CHIRP. [Thirty seconds of confused but slightly less blissful silence] CHIRP. [Thirty seconds of hopeful silence that maybe it's done n -- ] CHIRP.

Anyway. I tried to ignore it for a bit. This did not work. I hoped it would go away. This also did not work. I finally get out of bed and angrily lumber around the apartment, stick my head out the front door, etc, looking for the source. Finally, I seize upon the hallway smoke alarm and vengefully remove the battery, deciding that if I therefore die in a fire in the next three hours, this is a worthwhile sacrifice. (Sidenote that will become important later: The bedroom smoke alarm is located less than a foot from the hallway smoke alarm. Did I walk right past it? Multiple times? Apparently so.)

Falsely confident that I have solved the problem, I get back in bed. Surely this is now totally --

CHIRP.

I contemplate homicide. I think the noise is surely coming from one of my neighbors' units and wonder why they are so stupid as not to know that there is a frigging alarm going off constantly and disturbing my sleep and probably theirs. I figure that while I might be going crazy and hearing things which are not there, it's probably the case that someone else can hear it too. Finally, I appear to be vindicated in this assumption when the infernal cheeping finally stops and I am able to fall soundly back to sleep for another three hours. When I wake up, it remains quiet. All day, in fact!

Ha! I think. Problem solved.

I am incorrect.

Last night: I get ready for bed. I get in bed, I am awake for a bit, and then lo, it starts again, at literally midnight. Thirty seconds [CHIRP]. Thirty seconds [CHIRP]. Thirty seconds, [CHIRP].

I don't know why it wants to make me suffer in this way. We have established that for whatever reason it decided to hold its fire over the last entire day, it was nothing whatsoever to do with anything I did. I don't know why it decided to resume at LITERALLY MIDNIGHT instead of, you know, any other hour where I would be better equipped to discover the source of this nocturnal demonic howling, but I suspect this is my penance. I once more attempt to ignore it. Turn up the white noise machine and put in the earplugs. Remind myself that I have started meditating lately, maybe I can use that!

It does not work.

I attempt to figure out whether it is coming from the next door neighbors or the upstairs neighbors. GET UP AND TURN IT OFF, I think in great vexation. Nope. Still nothing. It keeps going. I contemplate the folly of all human existence.

Finally, once more driven to extremes, I get up and AGAIN lumber all the way around the apartment, like an angry sleep-deprived zombie, to try and fail to discover the source of this infernal bellowing. As most of you know, I am about to start my fourth graduate degree. Habitually and fondly, I consider myself somewhat smarter than the average potted plant. This however continues to avail me nothing. I compose angry emails in my head to the maintenance department, which said they had fixed a similar problem and then didn't. WHY ARE MY NEIGHBORS SO DUMB, I wonder. THAT IS CLEARLY IN THEIR UNIT AND THEY SHOULD TURN IT OFF.

I get back in bed. I take a sleeping pill. Either that works or the cacophony mysteriously subsides for a while, because I get to sleep for about four hours and have weird, smoke-alarm-inflected dreams. I wake up again this morning. It is still beeping. How bad, I think, could it really be if I burned this place down?

Finally, I give up. I get up. I turn off the white noise machine and take out the earplugs. Wow, I think. This noise truly is so loud. Is it possibly in my apartment after all? I remember that like a true Luddite, my preferred superpower would be to smash all noise-making machines. Yes, I am approximately ninety years old in almost every way. Let's not dwell on it.

I light upon the bedroom smoke detector. I narrow my eyes.

I spring forth and disembowel the culprit of its battery.

At last! For the first time in forty-eight hours! Blessed silence falls upon my abode! I stare at the cursed machine. The inside of the battery compartment reads CAUTION: ALARM IS NONFUNCTIONAL WITH BATTERY REMOVED.

"YES," I bellow, in my angry and confused sleep-deprived caveman haze. "YES, THAT IS PRESENTLY MY EXACT INTENTION."

Silence. Finally. Except for the sound of another alarm chirping somewhere in the distance, as it has done for several weeks now, but quietly enough that I can mostly tune it out. I will purchase a new battery when I am out today, but etc etc if I die in a fire in the next three hours, you may assume the sadistic smoke alarm has taught me its final lesson.

So. There you go. There is no moral to this story except a) the call was indeed coming from inside the house, b) Share O My Toils, Tumblr; and c) sometimes it is indeed you. The angry groggy moron lumbering around at the dead of night and attempting to break things in a vain effort to shut them up, wondering why their neighbors won't get up and turn it off instead, is sometimes just you.

Tonight, at last, I will sleep in peace. Until I once more become Frodo of the Shire, One Who Has Seen The Eye (of the demonically possessed smoke detector).

[hauntedpearl]

Hi doe! This is Sascha. Can you answer 1, 3, and 5 please! Sorry if they’re repeats.

hiii sascha!!! 💞💞

1) Who is your favorite character to write for and is this the character you find easiest to write for?

argh!! this is a tough one!! it's a close call, but it has to be Cas! he's definitely easier for me to write for, too, because I think Cas isn't as in-his-head as Dean is and getting in dean's headspace is SUCH a pain in the butt omg! LOVE writing cas tho! and i get to be all extra and purple prose-y with him too!

3) What fic of yours do you think is underrated?

oooh i don't know! i think maybe hope chest? MAYBE? i feel like i don't have enough fics out yet for there to actually be an underrated/overrated pair!

5) Do you like one shots or multi-chapters?

oh i would LOVE to write a multi-chapter fic! i am just so bad at having the self-discipline to do so. like, as an idea, too. i prefer spending more time with the characters and figuring things out instead of just having, like, a 2k meltdown over one (1) situation.

but alas. like this is why i have so many WiPs/vague outlines and not enough fics published ig 😭😭

Fanfic Writer Asks

[hedgehog-moss]

The lower rung of the ladder in my kitchen broke last month and I stuck a little Post-it note on the wall to remind myself to step over the missing rung so I wouldn't break my leg every time I go up or downstairs—but then my mum came to visit and she saw me hopping over the gap in the ladder with practised ease and her face was the definition of "you live like this?" And she went to get a screwdriver to unscrew the ladder from the wall so we could carry it outside and repair it.

Some people see a broken ladder and immediately open a toolbox to fix the problem; some people see a broken ladder and stick a Post-it note to the wall to train themselves to step over the problem forever. (I admit my response is inferior.)

I think I felt daunted at the thought of tinkering with this ladder because it's been here in the same place for over a century and I pictured the whole thing crumbling into dust if we tried to move it—but no, it's still solid, except the lower rung. Which wasn't damaged by time, but by Pandolf. (And some insects. But mostly Pandolf.)

When he was a baby, for a week or so after I took him home, he was extremely upset about having to spend the night in his dog bed in the kitchen while I went upstairs to my bedroom, he would cry and cry and one night in a fit of despair and rage he attacked the ladder. The next morning I found the lower rung (the only one he could reach) looking like it had been attacked by a termite colony, but it was Pandolf's pointy little puppy teeth. By the look of it he'd spent half the night furiously gnawing on it until he dropped from exhaustion—his reasoning was clearly that if he destroyed the ladder, I wouldn't be able to go upstairs anymore and would be forced to spend the night on the floor of the kitchen with him.

It's really hard to be mad at baby Pandolf, though. Go on, try.

Eventually he got used to sleeping in his dog bed and he abandoned his ladder destruction project, but the lower rung has been fragile ever since, and it finally broke last month.

My mum is extremely efficient; she sent me to the barn to find some kind of thick board (you can find anything in the barn if you have a torch and aren't afraid of bats or century-old spiderwebs) and when I came back she had prepared all the tools and taken all the measurements.

The worst part was tapering the sides so the rung would fit in the notches, because if one side was a little bit thinner than the other then it was wobbly—

—plus I used a file at first and it took forever (Pandolf was so bored), but then I remembered I own a sanding machine and it went a lot faster. So much so that my mum said I should make a second rung while I was at it—she was motivated to replace all of them, but then it started raining and we decided the rest of the ladder is solid enough and we'll replace the rungs two at a time.

I always forget that it feels satisfying to fix things! There's this little spark of pride from then on when you look at the repaired thing because you helped make it. I tend to procrastinate because I assume it'll take ages or I'm worried I'll do it wrong, until someone who's more confident with their hands than me goes like "no come on, we just need a saw, a file, a hammer, it'll take an hour tops" and we do it and it's never as difficult as I feared. (My mum: "We gave you a toy toolbox when you were little, to smash sexist stereotypes, and you're afraid of fixing things :( ...") (I cheered her up by reminding her that my brother smashes sexist stereotypes by being also afraid of fixing things.)

But yeah I spent half an hour sanding down the sides of these two lower rungs and now I look at my ladder and remember the delightful feeling of getting the tapering just right and inserting them into their slots effortlessly like a VHS tape into a VCR. I have a whole new affection for my kitchen ladder now.

[octopotto]

Brain Rot: TWST Cast with Saitama! Reader

OCTO NOTE: College has been absolutely brutal. These headcanons were worked on bit by bit these past few months :(

I saw some TWST fics that used pre-exsiting characters to based the MC off of and I wanted to try w/ one of my favourite characters.

WARNINGS: NOT PROOF-READ, OOC Behaviour, this is so cringe but very self-indulgent, mc is the most sane person in this universe, you decide if mc is bald or not, yandere if you squint hard enough.

SPOILERS FOR: TWISTED WONDERLAND

**The reader will ALWAYS be Gender-Neutral! 

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Life at Night Raven College would be much more peaceful if MC had Saitama’s strength lol

Problems would've been solved quicker as well.

At first glance, you don’t seem to be a threat.

To most, you look like a regular, magic-less human on the outside.

And that’s what makes you so dangerous.

Don’t fuck around and overblot unless you have a death wish.

The Overblot crew definitely had one when MC swung their fist at them.

The whole prologue would be shortened.

Fun fact: You accidentally put too much force on the coffin door to get out, thus smashing Grim in the process while he was prying it open :D

Grim, the Ramshackle ghost, and Crowley were the first group to witness your impressive strength.

And by impressive, they mean terrifying.

To Crowley and Grim at least.

The ghost were shocked but very much amused after a couple moments.

God knows how the Ramshackle Dorm was still in one piece after that.

Grim is very happy to have a strong minion to protect him

Just don’t hurt him like you did with the ghost pls. And the door lol

Crowley would be most likely absolutely be afraid and made a mental note to keep track of you. 

Especially since you were almost successful to killing him in his ghost form. He’s making sure that Ramshackle gets fixed quicker.

Crowley: “Great Sevens… How do they have such monstrous strength... This stowaway is just a magicaless human! My…what have I gotten myself into?? *sobs* OH IF I WASN’T SUCH A KIND AND GENEROUS SOUL I WOULD NOT LET THIS TYPE OF BEHAVIOUR BE PRESENT ON MY CAMPUS” *more obnoxious sobbing*

You and Grim: 😶😐????

Despite scaring and almost killing the shit out of the Headmaster, you still start off as a janitor lol.

Fast forward to the Mine Incident with Ace, Deuce, and Grim—

You basically massacred that monster.

A monster that probably injured many Mages and Wizards

You destroyed it in one punch.

On that day, Ace reminded himself to never piss you off again. Ever.

He loves cherry pie, but would rather not become the filling itself, thanks.

Deuce probably was gawking at you after the shock.

Not in a bad way

But in a good way y'know?

But he’s too shy to ask for advice for now.

This is basically the start of Deuce idolizing you and your strength.

Brain Rot:

Ace, Deuce and Grim are your self-proclaimed bodyguards.

At least THEY like to think that they are.

Listen, they know that you are MORE THE CAPABLE protecting yourself in fights or in any physical confrontations.

But that’s it.

You’re basically shit at everything else.

From completing your assignments to even showing up to class, it seems like in the trio's eyes that you NEED THEM to take care of you. You all are like family now!

So they all make an effort to help you out when you need it.

No really, if you keep forgetting to submit that one potion essay that Crewel keeps smacking your shiny ass head to complete, you’re going to get left behind.

 They’re more like secretaries than bodyguards lol.

The post-overblot Spelldrive tournament was an absolute nightmare.

Well, at least for everyone but Ace, Deuce, and Grim.

They were GLOATING about how they were in the lead and challenged anyone to try and top them like the smug, over-confident assholes they are.

The only reason why they were in the lead was because of you. Simple as that.

The Savannaclaw gang put up a good fight

For the first 10 minutes in the match.

All Leona could do at that moment was strategize how not to get his and his teammate’s heads chopped off by the disc you kept throwing at them.

You are quite fond of Ruggie

More specifically: you were fond of Ruggie’s haggling skills.

If were had a choice to trade your god-like strength for his haggling skills and techniques, you wouldn’t hesitate one bit.

And y’know it wouldn’t be Ruggie if he didn’t take advantage of this. He would offer you advice and tell you if theres a huge sale going on at a near-by grocery store if you promise to lend him a hand whenever he needed it.

You were so tempted to say no

Not because he was shady and overall untrustworthy

You’re just lazy

This is his way to spend more time with you but he would never admit that out-loud.

If your MC is bald, instead of Floyd squeezing you, he will smack and ‘dribble’ your head as if it was basketball.

Jamil and Ace especially are amused.

God forbid you ever get a bad tan on the top of your scalp

You will NEVER hear to end of it.

Floyd also is your biggest bully.

jk but not really

Yeah he knows that you could probably kill him with a gentle tap

But when did that ever stop him?

He mainly does it because he wants to see your reactions

You’re so plain looking and your nonchalant voice and facial expressions do not help as well.

But remember only Floyd HIMSELF can do those things to you, okay? Only him.

If he ever finds out that some random NPC student was doing the same thing to you, You’re going to be finding that NPC tossed in a corner somewhere with almost all their joints mangled.

You like how generous Kalim is.

You probably helped him fan the fire off his ass in the ceremony

He’s was incredibly thankful and was able to remember what you looked like.

I mean, you literally saved him!

How could he not remember you?

You don't remember him but let’s not go there lol

Because you saved Kalim from being cooked, he always makes sure that you had enough food for the month!

He would practically beg, like BEG Jamil to make extras so you won’t go hungry.

Especially after experiencing what type of living conditions you were dealing with in Book 5.

Poor Jamil, not only is he working overtime for Kalim, but technically serving food for the person who ruined his plans back in Book 4.

Jamil packing food for you by Kalim’s request: 😡😡😡

totally did not try to poison your food on several occasions

Kalim also begs Jamil to let him deliver the food to you.

He can’t help it! He really enjoys seeing you happy when you receive something from him and Jamil.

You never complain about.

Free food = Saving money.

I mean, if you're being gifted something, why be rude and deny it?

Some students say that you were taking advantage of Kalim because of how easily you accept his gifts without anything in return.

And y'know they could be right

But Kalim doesn't mind.

As long as you're happy, he's happy :)

In Vil’s eyes, you are an enigma. 

It’s like he can’t wrap his pretty little head around on how he feels about you.

On one hand, other than your god-like strength, you’re nothing special. When he first saw you he only disregarded you as another potato that’s not worth his precious time and effort on.

But on the other hand, Vil sees you as a blank slate. Something that ASKING for him to put his smooth and perfectly manicured fingers on. Someone that needs his guidance and skills. 

He doesn’t care if you’re bald or have hair, it doesn’t derail him from the fact that despite you sticking out like a sore-thumb, you’re still so…plain looking.

You probably said some off-hand comment about how ‘Beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ to Vil and just walked off.

It might not meant anything to you

But it meant a lot to Vil.

When it came to the overblots and eventually Book 5, he felt as though he was in a spiral of questions that he himself must find the answers for.

And what were the questions that caused Vil’s current state of disarray about? You obviously.

He’s going mad

He can’t stand it.

You said that beauty is in the eye of the holder? Fine then.

He knows that he could do something for you. 

Something marvellous, something beautiful.

For you and himself. 

You had a new nickname for Malleus every time you guys end up running into eachother.

Malleus would always look forward to meeting you solely for the nicknames.

I believe that Saitama genuinely does not care enough to remember other people’s names that much

So that will be a trait for MC in this.

Malleus probably thinks this is a way humans show affection to each other.

In reality, you cannot for the life of you remember that weirdo's name.

Malleus: *Appears out of thin air in front of the MC*

Malleus: Greetings, Child of Man *smiles*

MC Thinking: ‘Why does this rando keep coming back? What was his name again?’

Malleus: *Anticipating their response with excitement*

MC: Uhhhh..

MC: Wassup…Horton? :D

Malleus: *Smiles at his new nickname*

It took a while for you to come up with a permanent nickname for him but he doesn't mind

In his eyes, it's your way of showing him how much you wanted to become closer companions.

Jack and Epel are always on your ass about “How to become stronger” and when you actually tell them the routine that you did at the beginning of your journey, they literally fell in disbelief.

They couldn’t believe it.

It was basically a simple workout routine 

Both still believe that you’re hiding the secret of how you got to your level of strength.

Thus, joint workouts became also a thing within the NRC Campus and you are the leader.

Not by choice however.

Jack, Epel, and everyone else involved were really curious as to how you train.

I mean, look at what you can do! And you’re not even a Mage!

The first meeting was terrible due to the fact you almost obliterated the school.

One flick and the gym could’ve been in shambles.

That’s why Jack and Epel made sure to do it somewhere far and secluded.

And even then, you still created a lot of damage with minimal effort.

It’s incredible to those who look up to you.

Throughout the story, you gained some admiration and recognition along the way.

From Heartslaybul to Diasomnia, you unknowingly grab the admiration of those who either want to become stronger or see you as a hero. 

Some might say that they see you as the messiah who was sent to protect the school.

But let’s not go that far.

You wouldn’t notice anyways

In your eyes they're all a bunch of weirdos.

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OCTO NOTE: Hopefully you guys enjoyed these very terrible brain-rot headcanons. I always found Saitama’s character interesting so I wanted to try out something new. 

Again, I’ve been very busy so I can’t promise anything BUT I can say that there will be more Yandere FF7 fics coming soon! ;)

Thank you to everyone who enjoys my low-quality works! Hope you look forward to my new ones ❤️❤️

[bingbongsupremacy]

Knock knock Pt. 1

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Reader

Warnings: Use of pet name 'baby' and nick names.

Summary: A simple request to turn the music down turns into a frustrating back and forth battle. Why does your neighbor have to be so damn attractive?

This fic does not mention anything about the way the readers' body is shaped, their weight, their height, etc. If I happened to miss something or accidentally described the readers' appearance anywhere, please let me know so I can fix it.

*Not Proof Read*

ABC List TLOU Master list

*****

" Fucking hell. " I groan angrily, smashing my pillow over my ears. Why can't they just shut the fuck up?

Why the fuck did I decide to move into frat row? Every building that isn't a frat is a party house.

Deciding enough is enough, I force myself out of my bed. I make my way to the living room where my roommates are all gathered.

" Did they wake you up too? " Dina asks with a yawn, rubbing her temples.

" Who didn't they wake up? The entirety of Jackson has to have heard them by now. " I mutter, pulling on my coat.

" Where are you going? " Abby asks.

" To tell them to shut the fuck up. Some of us actually needs sleep to survive. " Usually I'm fine with parties. It's college, I've gone to some and I probably will go to more in the future. The problem is, our new neighbors just never seem to shut up.

I make my way across the lawn, sleep slippers squelching in the damp grass. Ignoring the way water is slightly seeping into my shoes, I step around a passed out frat boy.

Empty and nearly empty bottles of booze and other unidentified objects litter the porch. I loudly knock on the door. Within a few minutes the door is opened by a giggly girl. Her half lidded eyes scan my body, a grin sprawled across her sweaty face. " Hey, you here to party? " She asks, her words slurred badly.

" No. I want to see whoever's in charge here. "

" That would be Ellie. "

Of course it's Ellie Williams. The campus' infamous dealer and partier. I had no idea she moved in here. The last time I had to deal with her was in my history class last year. Absolute hell. I got paired up with her for an assignment and ended up doing majority of the work while she spent her time at a local bar, hooking up with the bartenders.

The girl slightly sways to the music, her mind trailing away from our conversation.

She's not going to help me. She doesn't look far from a blackout.

Deciding to take things into my own hands, I push past the girl to get into the house.

" Hey! " She squeaks, trying to balance herself.

The pungent smell of weed and alcohol fills my nostrils. Clothes and red solo cups litter the ground and staircase. I step over a nasty looking puddle, trying to locate Ellie.

" Where's Ellie Williams? " I ask a group of stoners sitting around a cluttered coffee table.

A guy with dark hair looks up from the joint he's rolling. " Who's asking? "

" Me, the fucking person who lives next door. Where is Ellie? " My frustration grows. Along with not being able to sleep well the past few days, I'm overly stressed with some upcoming tests. I can't deal with this right now.

The guy, obviously sensing my pissed off attitude, nods down the basement. " Down there. She might be with a girl. "

I push past a couple grinding in front of the basement door, trying not to touch anything. I'm pretty confident this place hasn't been cleaned in a while and I don't doubt there's some new species growing around here. I'm pretty sure I saw a condom on the TV stand.

The basement is dark, the only light coming from a couple of string lights that are hugging the ceiling. Loud, muffled music bounces off the walls. Immediately I feel slightly better at the lack of people.

The room is fairly clean except for a small pile of clothes near what I'm guessing is the closet. It looks more like a bedroom than a basement.

On the bed I spot a familiar pair of converse shoes. Straddling her is a long haired red head, who's only in her bra. She lets out a small moan, neither of them realizing I'm here.

" Ellie. " I spit, standing at the base of the stairs. I cross my arms, glaring at the pair.

The girl on top jumps from surprise, pulling away from Ellie. She looks back at me, her lipstick and her mascara are both badly smudged.

Ellie's head pokes out from behind the girls' body. Frustration is clear in her expression. " What the fuck do you want? "

" I want you to shut the fucking party down. It's 3 in the morning. Some of us, who actually give a fuck about their future, have to go to class in the morning. "

" I'm gonna go... " The red head gets off of Ellie's hips. She quickly gathers her clothes. " Later, Ellie. "

" Wait you don't need to- " Ellie trails off into a frustrated groan as the girl rushes upstairs. " Fuck! " She sits up, her eyes glaring at me.

I shift slightly, uncomfortable with the angry glare she's sending my way. I can't back down. I need my sleep and I'm going to get it.

" This has been going on for days. Can you please just shut off the music? Just until like...I don't know, tomorrow morning? "

Ellie rolls her eyes. She reaches towards her night stand, picking up a joint. She lights it up before finally responding. " Sounds like a major you problem. Besides, who the fuck throws a party in the middle of the day, cock blocker? " She smirks slightly at the nick name.

Anger courses through my veins. She's getting more and more on my nerves. " Can't you be a little considerate? You aren't the only fucking person who lives on this planet, in case you've magically forgotten. The world doesn't revolve around you. "

Ellie leans towards me slightly. " Oh really? " She asks in an obviously fake surprised tone. " That's news to me, baby. Look, if you want an invite next time, all you have to do is ask. " Ellie gets off of her bed, probably in effort to intimidate me.

She's hot.

Fuck, I'm angry at her. I'm not supposed to be attracted to her.

But the way her tank top hugs her body...The strands of hair framing her face...No. I'm angry. Stop fucking eyeing her.

" You're an asshole. " I shake my head, crossing my arms. I force my gaze away from the woman in effort to stop the flock of butterflies in my stomach. " If you don't do something about the music, I will. "

Ellie chuckles. She steps towards me, only stopping inches away from me. She leans towards me. " You know, you're pretty hot when you're angry. " She whispers into my ear. Her hot breath fans over skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I take a step away from her. I don't like the way she makes me feel. " I guess I'm going to have to do something than. "

Without looking at her again, I hurry up the basement steps. I make my way over to the blasting speakers. My body seems to vibrate with every step towards the speaker I take. How has someone not broken an eardrum yet?

I yank out the cords connecting the speakers and suddenly the house is quiet. People around me stare in surprise.

Ellie pushes past the same couple I had to pass to get into the basement. " What the fuck are you doing? " She asks, clearly pissed.

" I asked you multiple times to turn off the music. Since you didn't do anything, I did. " I toss the cords onto the ground. " Keep it off or I swear to god I'll call the cops. "

I'm not narc but at this point, I'm on the verge of losing my mind.

" Fine. " Ellie says, making me double take. " We'll keep it off. "

" Thank you. " A small breath of relief slips through my lips. I make my way towards the front door, passing Ellie on the way. Before I leave, I look back at the girl.

Something about her expression sprouts a seed of uncertainty in my stomach.

" Good night, CB. " She smirks slightly while following me to the door.

" Good night, Ellie. "

She closes the door behind me, leaving me in the quiet outside. I don't know what she has up her sleeve, but I know she's up to something.

I make my way back to my shared house. My roommates thank me for dealing with the neighbors before we all hurry back to our bedrooms.

I lay down in my sheets, closing my eyes. I feel my eyes grow heavy.

Maybe I was wrong? Maybe she really is going to let us sleep tonight.

A loud muffled guitar solo breaks through the silence. The few moments of quiet are quickly replaced with the sound of blaring music.

My eyes fly open. I throw off my blanket, storming towards my window. I peer over at Ellie's house. She's smugly standing on the lawn, smoking what's left of her joint.

Our eyes meet, sending anger through my body.

She slowly flips me off, laughing at something one of her friends near by says.

It's on.

I tear myself away from the window. I turn on my phone, dialing the three digits I really didn't want to dial tonight.

" 9-1-1, what is your emergency? "

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Twisted Wonderland x FemReader | Maid Milker

“No. No way! I’m not selling myself just so you can get more thirsty perverts bothering me!”

Since it had recently been discovered that you were the only female in a college meant for boys you could hardly breathe without someone openly creeping on you. First it was just students staring longingly, before it started becoming confessions, and then open stalking. There was even an official fan club that made a point to broadcast every single part of your life private or not. There was no filter. So of course when one of the few people who you had an established friendship (kinda) asked you to exploit just that.

“Awwww, shrimpy! Don’t you wanna work with me? We’d have so much fun!”

He leaned his head on yours letting more of his weight weigh on you as you struggled to keep up right.

“I’d love to but not in a maid dress! Do you know how bad those things can be for girls like me?”

“What could possibly be stopping you other than the overwhelming support of your club?” Jade interjected slyly picking at the fact that you had a literal fan base that would praise you for simply walking.

“Not. My. Club. And panty shots.”

“Easy fix. We can invest in some shorts.” Azul, confident he pushed his glasses up and shrugged; you grimaced.

“I’d have to shave.”

“Stockings.”

“Those get hair?” Floyd directed at his brother who tilted his head. “Apparently.”

“Ugh harassment.”

“Do you even have to ask? Jade and Floyd.”

“Ugh. What about...my dignity!” You hated that this was you picking at straws here.

“The whole lounge will be on the same rules as you and what's wrong with a student earning some much needed cash. If people think it’s so funny you’re working so hard it’d behoove them to help out of pity.”

“Hmmm...” you brought your index and thumb to your chin in hopes that it could come up with some other reason why this wouldn’t work. Finding that you couldn’t find one you saw no problem agreeing as long as you cleared some things up.

“I get paid and I keep all my tips?”

“Yes.”

“Anyone I ask to be removed for behavior will be removed?”

“Of course.”

“...and I get to keep the costume.”

“...”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“Well...”

“Azul!”

“Okay okay. It’s yours.”

“Thank you, well then I’ll gladly be in your service.”

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"I'm surprised you let that go, Azul." The eel-mer spoke without looking up from the modal he was counting, sporting his typical smile.

"Patience, Jade. We don't need golden eggs when we have the goose." Azul reassured writing in his ledger with a confident tone.

"What goose?" Floyd was leaned over the couch behind Azul.

"Its a land expression, you should have covered that in literature already."

"We did but someone wasn't in the mood to listen for the whole of it."

"He~he."

The octo-mer didn't look up from what he was writing but he did stop to speak seriously to the eel.

"If we want this plan to work though you'll need to be in the mood to listen...can you do that at least."

"He~he I'm always in the mood when Shrimpy's involved!"

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“Haha, I can’t belie-haha-you agreed to this!” 

Ace was having a field-day, as you expected but you had thrown out your embarrassment and were going to proudly wear your themed maid outfit in purple and black. 

“Shut up Ace! Before I spit in your drink!” 

You whispered the last bit as Jade strongly asked that you refrain from giving any fluid of yours without having paid for the service specifically. Feeling satisfied as Ace held his hands up in submission you looked at Deuce who looked at a loss for words, opening and closing his mouth as he looked at your outfit.

“Got something to say, Deuce?”

You mockingly taunted him in case he thought about hopping on the bully-(Y/n) bandwagon.  He continued to flutter before he finally gathered himself looking down then up at you.

“I-uh, like your stockings.” He gulped, diverting his attention for awhile before returning to its latest focus. You immediately perked, balancing the trey to let your hand slide past the fluff of your dress to pull at the fabric.

“Like it? I was originally going to go with tights that went up all the way-“ you let go causing the strap to slap against the plush of your thigh, adding emphasis to your statement. “But I decided these jock-straps were too cute to pass up.” 

You dismiss yourself walking back to the kitchen as Deuce blushes full force as he replays the whole interaction in his mind. Not just your words but the prideful look in your eye as you snapped the strap against your thigh, leaving the Heartslabyul student reeling with his imagination. Just across from him, Ace too was replaying the view of you walking away. It was just too easy. 

“Hate to watch you go but love to watch you leave.”

He had to come here every night. 

“Oh, here’s your underwater mocha and your sweet oyster tart.”

Riddle couldn’t help looking, it was what everyone was here to do anyway. But that was why he came: to make sure everyone was doing just that. So why was it so much worse for him when that was all he could do.

“A-and you're sure this is consensual?”

“Yeah, no worries. Besides, the modal I’m getting for this will have me and Grim eating happily for days!”

“If foods what your worried about, I’d gladly put some on your plate.” 

The baker spoke smoothly talking in that calming voice everyone relaxed at totally masking the true intention.

“I appreciate that Trey but with your sweets I’d definitely pack on a few and I don’t need that.” You joked, oblivious to the green and orange eyes flickering to your stomach and thighs before flashing such charming smiles.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind that at all (Y/n).”

“I agree, (Y/n). You’d look stunning, even if you racked on a hundred more.”

“Aw gee thanks guys!”

You couldn’t deny you felt an intensity when they spoke your name but you couldn’t focus on whatever heat they might have spurred especially when you were being called to serve your next order. 

“Oh sorry guys, I have to go now. Enjoy your drinks and treats.”

You scurried off only for Riddle to make an interesting discovery. “For only 2,000 madol you can have your waiter hand feed you? I-it’s better that we check and make sure this er-practice is healthy or not, yes?”

“I wholeheartedly agree.” “Count me in, boss.”

“You have some nerve accepting business from the fish.” Leona spoke in his gruff voice immediately having you reel back to his table. In the booth he sat on the cushion by himself with the other being shared by Jack and Ruggie. You nervously laughed as you waited for Ruggie to finally speak after eying you up and down.

“And how much would you be willing to do this for?”

You laughed at him, thinking he was joking when his sky blues were staring unwavering right back at you. Recovering you thought for a moment.

“I guess it would be a lot, not including whatever liberties I’ll even allow. But it’s not like anyone would pay for me to actually do something like this.”

You nervously chuckled only for the knowing smirks spread on Leona and Ruggie's face as you once again realized this was no joke. With a cough from the forgotten guest you looked at Jack who seemed to fidget as he blushed.

“While I don’t think you're anywhere near the level being a maid, you still look...very pretty.”

“Aww thank you Jack!” You struck a pose with a heart before walking off to attend your duties leaving Ruggie to relentlessly be smacked by the wagging of Jack’s tail not seeming to mind as he dazed off to watch you work.

“Oh manifique mademoiselle trickster you’ve rendered me a slave to your beauty and I’m floored to witness you in such a state!” As dramatic and as loud as Rook could be he never failed to make you blush at his compliments as you tried to take the tables order down.

Vil looked off to the side, eying an occupied twin at the bar before turning to look up at you. Smoothly he twirled his fingers around the lace of your maid dress lightly brushing against the now exposed skin of your thigh. 

“I didn’t realize you liked to play dress-up (Y/n)...” you blubbered trying to find another topic as his light playing turned into suggestive pulling before you bashfully pushed down your dress. 

“Next time you do we’ll have a private fashion show (Y/n), that way you can really learn how to play your role...properly.”

Regrettably Epel never properly spoke to you; he was too interested in the way the apron and dress hugged your body.  Making certain to burn it into his memory for an apple carving later for at least he’d be allowed to lick that version of you. 

“(Y/n)!!”

Shouting as if he hadn’t just sat with you in science class, he launches himself at you immediately causing you to spill a drink you were carrying for another table. Eventually breaking from his hug, thanks to Jamil he begins to apologize.

“Aw I’m so sorry (Y/n)! I’ll pay for it and I’ll take you to eat here.”

He seems so happy and with a smile like that you struggled with what to say, thankfully Jamil had that covered he pulled out a hanky he kept on hand.

“Can’t you see Kalim, she’s working right now. And you ruined her appearance.”

“I did? How? You look perfect to me.”

“Aww thanks Kalim.”

Distracted by his musings you almost missed how Jamil kneeled down to rub at the sugary residue on your thighs. Gulping down a blush he tried his best to clean, even though it made no progress at all and he knew that. 

“Heheeh Jamil that tickles! I appreciate the help but no worries. In fact I’ll get you two seated right away.”

You guided the two to an empty booth completely unaware of the sorrowful face Kalim was pulling as Jamil pocketed the handkerchief. With a playful flick of his tongue Jamil hurried ahead as Kalim caught up.

Idia was hardly keeping it together seeing you run around taking orders from customers and running around with food on a tray had fueled the fantasy of the cliche maid cafe. He was practically already dying from the sheer amount of noise and extroverts that had gathered here but he most certainly was revived in some strange way to see you in your maid uniform. He refused to bring Ortho with him as this was his special mission on high difficulty and he didn't want Ortho tainted by your succubus charm, of course not because you might be discovered by yet another love rival. When you finally did run up to him a delicious sheen of sweat coated your arms and your forehead wonderfully accompanied but the sticky residue a drink must have made on your thighs-oh seven your thighs it sent him into another frenzy as he was barely able to recite his order. 

“Oh, you want the ocean blue smoothie?”

He nodded.

“With the lip mark and a quarter drunk?”

He nodded again.

You looked at him for a bit before shrugging. ‘Everyone at some point must want to feel less lonely.’

So in front of him in the most secluded booth there was you bringing his drink and reapplied your matching lipstick before happily indulging in India’s drink. He didn’t realize you’d do it in front of him! But he wasn’t complaining, all the more grateful for his hidden body-cam as he watched your throat bob drinking his drink. He left happily holding the to-go cup that had your lip marks on it. He was going to...cherish the trophy for a successful mission.

Lilia traversed through enough of the internet to know about the anime-maid-obsession. He won’t lie, for awhile he too was intrigued before moving on but seeing you pad around in such a cute replica reignited it for him. 

“It’s a shame you aren’t in-character that way you would have had to do what your master said!”

“Hehe, well than Master Lilia, here's your Pearl Gray iced tea.”

The joking you did with him made the old fae quite excited but he could handle himself until he got back to his dorm. Yes he could wait till he was in his lonesome. He could wait until then to imagine how helpless you’d be under him as he rearranged your guts on the dining table for mocking your master. So all he did was giggle and wink because he was grown. And that’s just what grown fae do. Wait until later to enact his desires.

Malleus didn’t understand why you were wearing such attire and he didn’t appreciate the way it made everyone ogle you like you were free for the taking. It upset him but anger was quelled when from his position he could smell you so clearly and the tightness of your uniform made it all the more appealing to watch. He was angry but when you happily flashed the cuff links he gifted you his anger subsided...kind of. If you were willing to show this much to the general populace than surely you’d have something far more intimate to show him. With that he indulged in his beverage excusing the involuntary flip of your skirt as moved to serve your guests.

Silver did see you in the maid outfit, if only briefly before getting comfortable enough to snooze again. But being awoken to a soft but forceful hold on your head does something. Grasping the crown of his head, nails barely grazing his scalp was a feeling he hadn’t expected to invoke such a reaction out of him. He did moan but thankfully it seemed normal enough that you didn’t question it when he sat upright.

“I’m glad I caught you, that would have been an awful waste of madol. Now Sebek, did you want anything?”

Oh he did want something, to chew you out over your wild attempts to flaunt yourself for all these men and for failing to properly woo his master. But that was before you reached past him to stop Silver from falling in his sleep into his drink. You successfully caught the human, completely oblivious to the half fae you inadvertently shoved your chest into. He’s probably suffocating but is he going to stop you while you right his fellow guard from falling? No! Especially not when you smell so good-and this--this is a part of his training! Yes! To be able to withstand the wiles of a human female for the sake of his master. Right! But it seems he’s failed this time as he won’t be able to properly utter a sentence until he’s forgotten the softness he nearly suffocated in.

“Uh-uhm-uh-er-“

“I’ll just get you some water, hun.”

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Finally draping yourself over the couches armrest you let out an exasperated sigh. On your feet all day, running around playing maid for everyone in the Monstro Lounge was beyond exhausting. You were glad it was the end. You walked into the office where Azul seemed to have finished organizing his contracts. Sitting in a nearby chair and on the floor respectively was Jade and Floyd. They smiled at you as your tiredness showed nodding at them before leaning playfully into Azul. Breath tickling his ear you asked.

“Now can I have my pay? My hour’s up.” You yawned, leaning your head onto his shoulder as his face bloomed a concerning shade of red.

“I-it’s l-late isn’t it? Don’t you want to stay the night.?” 

You yawned again. “No why?”

Jade slid in behind you letting you lean back on him as he swayed you through the door and near a storage area. 

“We can all see it, we've worked you dry, (Y/n). So take this time to sleep and I’ll take you back in the morning.”

Floyd appeared tossing a Monstro lounge t-shirt that was way too many sizes big for you. Looking at their sharp smiles you relented, excusing yourself to change before returning and happily passing out on whoever’s bed they guided you to. 

In the meantime the three stood menacingly over your abandoned maid outfit. Jade pulled out a checklist and Azul got his wand ready. 

“Now who is on the top priority list for a copy.”

“Not including us, Malleus Draconia, Idia Shroud, and oddly enough Neige Leblanche.” 

“Alright then."

“Let’s get started then.”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I put my own sketches into AI to give myself references?

I've been doing digital art for the past few years, just as a hobby, and while I'm fairly confident in my skills I feel like I have a lot to improve on with drawing living things. People, especially; I always end up feeling like something about it looks terribly off, no matter how good it looks. I've been improving, but it still really bothers me, especially since I can usually tell something's wrong with my rough sketches but can't point it out or fix it.

A few days ago, I had the thought of putting my rough sketches into an AI art program, particularly when trying to draw something I couldn't get a good reference pose for, and using the results to assist in improving my sketches. After all, while I have difficulty finding the problems in my own sketches, AI art (particularly of people) has much more obvious flaws. I'm good at recognizing the issues with it and how it could be fixed. So presumably, I could combine the AI output and my own sketch to get a better idea of what I actually want to draw.

The problem is, though... well, it's AI. I probably don't have to explain why that's got me concerned. I really hate how these programs are just stealing other people's art, and even if I'm using my sketch for a reference, it's not going to stop doing that. I don't want to support these programs, and I know some people can (understandably) get upset if you even consider doing so. Besides, I could just... get good. On the other hand, I'd be strictly using this to improve my skill and get inspiration- pretty much the only thing I could ever approve of using AI for in its current state- and I wouldn't even be making money off of it. But still, would using it in this way be an asshole move, considering how scummy AI is?

What are these acronyms?

[vipwinnie]

Love spell

Halloween special n°3

Theodore Nott x reader

Summary: For fun, you decided to create a love spell and it may have worked

The day before Halloween was filled with excitement and anticipation, but I had something else on my mind. A certain Theodore Nott had occupied my thoughts for quite some time. He was charming, intelligent, and there was something about his mysterious demeanor that had me captivated. The problem was, I couldn't bring myself to talk to him, let alone confess my feelings.

That evening, my friends Hermione, Cho, Ginny, and I had a sleepover to celebrate Halloween's arrival. We had our share of laughter and spooky stories, but as the night went on, I couldn't shake the thought of Theodore. In a fit of giggles and a few too many sweets, I had an absurd idea.

"What if," I said to my friends, "I make up a fake love spell for Theodore ?"

They all exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued. "A love spell? You really think that would work?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, her skepticism evident.

I shrugged. "Of course not, it's just for fun. I'll make up some ridiculous incantation, and we'll all have a laugh."

Ginny grinned mischievously. "Sounds like the perfect Halloween prank. Let's do it!"

So, we gathered our ingredients, a mishmash of herbs and candles, and I made up the silliest incantation I could think of, rhyming words with "Theodore Nott" and "hearts caught." We lit the candles and chanted the made-up spell, our laughter echoing through the room.

I went to bed that night, amused by our antics, thinking it was all in good fun and that nothing would come of it. But as I lay there, the room bathed in the soft glow of the candlelight, I couldn't help but think of Theodore one last time before drifting off to sleep.

The next day ,Halloween had arrived at Hogwarts, and it was a night of excitement, magic, and enchantment. I couldn't have been more thrilled to spend it with my friends Hermione, Cho, and Ginny. We decided to prepare for the grand Halloween party together in the common room of Slytherin House.

As we gathered in front of the mirror, the room buzzed with excitement. Cho looked devilishly stunning in her demon costume, complete with intricate red makeup and horns. Hermione, on the other hand, embodied an angelic presence with her flowing white gown and feathered wings. Ginny exuded a daring pirate charm, wearing a black vest, a tricorn hat, and an eyepatch.

And then there was me, dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. My costume was a short, red outfit with a corset and a neckline that, I must admit, was quite revealing. I couldn't help but feel slightly self-conscious as I adjusted the hood on my head.

Hermione smiled warmly and fixed my costume with a gentle touch. "You look lovely, don't worry."

Ginny chimed in, "Absolutely, you're going to turn heads, especially Theo's."

I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks, but I couldn't help but wonder if Theodore Nott would be at the party. I had secretly admired him from afar for quite some time, and the prospect of seeing him at the Halloween celebration added to my excitement.

After we were ready, we descended into the Halloween party in the Slytherin dormitory. The room was transformed into a spectacular spectacle of Halloween magic. Pumpkins adorned every corner, and cobwebs clung to the furniture. The haunting glow of candlelight added an eerie ambiance to the festivities.

As the night went on, we danced and mingled, and I couldn't help but feel more confident in my costume as I embraced the Halloween spirit. My friends were right; I was turning heads, and it was an exhilarating feeling.

Just when I thought the evening couldn't get any better, Theodore Nott entered the room. He was dressed as a dashing vampire, and my heart skipped a beat as our eyes met. The allure of his presence was undeniable.

As the night continued, I couldn't help but steal glances in Theodore's direction. The Halloween party was filled with enchantment, but it was Theodore who had truly bewitched me. I hoped that somehow, amidst the magic of the night, our paths would cross, and we would share an unforgettable moment.

But for now, I joined my friends on the dance floor, lost in the joy of the Halloween celebration, my heart brimming with the magic of the night and the enchanting possibility of love.

A little later in the evening, Theodore saw him approaching the dance floor. Maybe he was just going to dance a little, you tell yourself. But that thought was quickly put aside when he approached you. Theodore asked, "Would you like to dance?"

My heart soared with excitement, and I gladly accepted his invitation. He extended his hand, and I accepted it, feeling the warmth of his touch as he led her onto the dance floor. The music enveloped us. His hand rested gently on my waist, and I could feel the electricity of his touch coursing through me. 

We danced with grace and an unspoken connection, lost in each other's eyes. Time seemed to stand still as they twirled and swayed, their laughter blending with the music.

As the song drew to a close, he held me close, their breaths mingling. It was a moment I wished would last forever, a moment I would treasure as a memory that would stay with me, etched in my heart. 

 We swayed to the music, lost in the enchantment of the moment, and I couldn't help but wonder if the fake love spell had somehow turned into a real one.

In the end, it didn't matter. Whether it was magic or fate, I was finally getting to know Theodore Nott, and Halloween had turned into a night of enchantment I'd never forget.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Greif (Bo Sinclair x AFAB Reader)

This has been sitting in my drafts for awhile now cause I never felt good enough about it to actually post. I wanted to make a good hurt/comfort but not make it too over the top extreme and I'm really confident in this version of it to finally post it. This is the first time I've posted a heavier fic like this so please head all the trigger warnings I put for this one.

Notes: Minors DNI, This fic is written with an AFAB reader in mind though no specific descriptions are used the pronouns She/her are used in relation to the reader. Trigger warnings: Pregnancy, abortion talk (Briefly). Bo is really mean at least in the start, Hurt/Comfort. Afab reader with she/her pronouns used. Excessive Cursing.

"If you fuckin' think I'm lettin' you bring a fuckin' baby into this town you're fuckin crazy!"

Bo yelled as he paced around the living room of the main house. You had finally come clean and revealed to him that you were most likely pregnant. He was taking the news about as well as one would expect Bo Sinclair to.

"I didn't ask to get pregnant Bo! Maybe you should've been more careful!"

You screamed right back at him. Bo scoffed at your argument and shook his head, a nasty grin overtaking his face.

"I shoulda never let you fuckin stay here. I told myself the day you rolled into town that you were gonna cause me nothin' but trouble"

"Maybe you should let Vincent make me into one of his wax figures then Bo, or better yet, you can keep me in the basement under the station."

Bo froze at your statement and fixed you with an expression you had never seen grace his face before.

"You better watch your fuckin' mouth if you know what's good for ya"

"Why Bo? You can't handle the truth of what you were doing in that basement before I came along?"

"You have not got a fuckin' clue what you're talkin' about. When what you need to worry about is what your gonna do with bastard you got growin' in there cause it's not gonna have any relation to me"

He spat, motioning to your stomach.

"If you don't wanna keep the baby what do you suppose I do then?"

"I mean hell if I know, I'm sure the pharmacy in the next town over has some pills or somethin' to nip the problem in the bud"

"Y- you'd really want me to go through with that? After everything we've been through together? Are you fucking serious?"

"No darlin' I want you to go all the way over to the next town over and go on a fuckin' shoppin' spree!"

"How could you even suggest something like that Bo? After everything we've been through?"

"A baby ain't nothin' but a liability, a liability ain't a single one of us got time for. 'sides do you really fuckin' think Ambrose is the place to raise a baby?"

"You, Vince and Les grew up here! Plus it's not like you'd let me fuckin' leave and go somewhere else to raise the baby. You'd turn me into a wax figure before that ever happened"

"Exactly, so what happens when that rug rat grows up and starts askin' questions? Askin' shit about what his daddy and uncles do? Askin' about the figures? What the fuck are you gonna do then?"

"You explained what the 3 of you do to me pretty damn near perfect didn't you?"

You countered Bo's argument. You watch his face as another unreadable expression crossed it as he finally sat down in his recliner and put his head in his hands. You sat and watched him in sick curiosity before the overwhelming feeling hit you like a truck.

Bo Sinclair was afraid.

An emotion you quite honestly never thought you'd see Bo experience. Sure Lester had told you stories from when they were kids and scared of their parents, storms or the usual childhood fears. But this was different. Bo wasn't a child and this wasn't a storm that would just pass if he hid under his covers and waited long enough.

You sat looking at a broken son in the body of a man, a son who had never healed from the torture his own parents put him through. The cracks that Bo tried to conceal so well from his own upbringing were crumbling in front of you. The fears coming back to him, his mother's voice echoing in his head that he would just grow up to be like his father.

The fear that it would be twins, like him and Vince and he'd have to watch them be separated and not be able to do a thing for them. Not being able to take them to a hospital just to protect Ambrose and his brothers.

"You're not going to be like them Bo"

You broke the silence with a whisper. You could hear Bo sharply suck in a breath, you were treading on unprecedented territory with Bo. His childhood was just something he didn't talk or think about at all and now it was at the forefront of his thoughts.

"Shut up"

He mumbled back. A usual response for when Bo felt like you were trying to back him into a corner and he was running out of ammo to fight you off.

"You're not going to be like them Bo. You aren't them and you never will be."

You exclaimed louder. Bo threw his hands off his face and stood up so fast the chair tipped on it's back legs. He stood, in front of the chair, just starring at you, breathing heavily as emotions swam through his eyes. You decided to be bold and test the waters, you began to take small steps toward Bo, he wasn't attempting to walk away so you continued this until you were right in front of him.

"Bo"

You said softly as you stood directly in front of him. He finally snapped his eyes down to meet yours.

"Bo, you're going to be better then them. You're going to be a good dad Bo, you've had a first hand experience of what not to be like as a parent, it's going to be rocky sure but-"

"My mama always told me I'd end up being just like daddy, Just a mean son of a bitch who never had anything nice to say to no one."

Bo cut you off, a much softer tone then before when his fear was translating to anger.

"Do you want to be like you dad? Are you gonna hate this baby if it doesn't come out to be what you were expecting?"

Bo look at you as if you had grown three heads.

"Of course not, it's my kid, how could I not love my own flesh and blood."

"If you know that, and aren't planning to emulate your father, then why are you so worried about ending up like him?"

Bo was stunned, no one had ever talked him through his emotions like that.

"T-that was the only image of a father I ever got. I don't know what a good dad is like. I don't know how "normal" kids who parents actually wanted 'em around had it"

You reached down and grabbed his wrist gently. Bringing it up and rubbing your fingers over his scars, the scars that told many glaring stories of what shaped him into the cold man he was today. You were thawing him out though, slowly but surely.

"You'll learn, No ones saying it'll be easy, but you're capable of running this whole town and taking care of the four of us, I'm sure you'll pick up fatherhood just as quick as anything else."

"Well that ain't my only issue with this whole baby thing though"

"What else is wrong then Bo?"

"It's- It's fuckin'" He sighed and ran a hand over his face. "What if it's twins, and their conjoined like- like me and Vince were."

"Oh Bo"

"We ain't got no doctors here, and it's not like we could go stay in another town for the duration of it that would be too risky, god forbid you have complications too. I just- I don't know if I could do that darlin'"

Everything was coming together and your vision on why Bo was so angry was becoming clearer and clearer. Bo wasn't angry at you, he was scared of loosing you. Scared of being alone when he had finally found something he never thought he would ever get to have.

"Bo honey, I know it's scary, but what happened with you and Vince was rare. There's no guarantee that this baby will even be twins. You should've brought this all to me instead of just yelling."

"I know darlin', I should've went about it better. But I guess when you told me you were pregnant I- I got scared. The entire time you've been here I've had these scenarios in my head, worryin' about what would happen"

You were speechless as you watch as he turned away from you and began pacing again, this time without the yelling. The entire time you had known Bo you had never known him to be one to talk about his feelings. "I'm not a fuckin' pussy" He was remark to you when you would ask him what was wrong.

The front door swung open as Vincent returned from the wax museum. Bo stopped as your gazes moved to Vince who was now frozen in the doorway of the living room.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Vincent signed. You looked at him apologetically before flicking your eyes over to Bo to see what he would say.

"Nah Vince it's nothin'. Just uh- She's pregnant is all"

Vincent perked up and his gaze immediately flicked over to you.

"Really?"

He signed, giving off an aura of excitement. You nodded at him and mustered a smile

"I'm gonna be an uncle!. I'll start reading dad's old medical books and learn things to help with the delivery"

"Now Vince we ain't even-"

"I know he had an entire book about it, I'll start getting set up for prenatal appointments too. Maybe we could even go to the next town over for checkups and stuff, we'll need stuff for the baby too"

Vincent kept rambling in sign, something he did often. You couldn't help but laugh at his childlike wonder at the prospect of being an uncle. You looked over to Bo, who was noticeably less tense as he watched his twin's excitement over the new member of the family.

"Vince chill out for a sec, having this baby is so risky. What if it's twin and they come out like us? You're gonna separate 'em?"

"Well all things considered, the pregnancy only has a one in 250 chance of becoming a twin pregnancy. Plus we're identical twins, only fraternal ones run in families which means two separate eggs would have to be fertilized instead of the egg splitting."

Bo and you look at Vincent in dumbfounded shock as he signed the information as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Where the hell did ya learn all that?"

Bo asked still in shock as he looked at his brother as if he had grown another head.

"In dad's old medical books" Vincent shrugged "I'll leave you two alone now though, I should go get researching"

Vincent signed in reply before turning and heading upstairs to his bedroom. When you heard Vincent's bedroom door close you turned back to look at Bo who was already looking at you when your eyes met his. A lighter mood fell over the living room and smile at him.

"A one in 250 chance huh?"

"Yeah, I reckon so"

"You wanna take that chance daddy?"

All the emotions of the night wash over Bo's face as he thinks for a moment then answers.

"If you think it's a good idea, can't really argue with facts I suppose. But there's gonna be rules."

With that Bo is back, the rule making irritable Bo you fell in love with when you rolled into the gas station all those years ago.

"What rules are we talkin' about?"

"For starters your gonna take it easy, when someone comes into town your gonna stay here at the house and out of sight. No heavy lifting, no helping Vincent anymore, no walk-"

"Bo, Just wrap me in bubble wrap then yeah?"

"I mean I could go to the next town over and find somethin-"

"I was joking Bo, You're not wrapping me in a protective layer"

"I can if I want too"

He mumbled under his breath. I bit back a laugh and rolled my eyes.

"Whatever you say Bo"

"Hey I run this town-"

Bo begins the spiel you've heard about 20,000 times since you began living here as you walk into the kitchen, the cravings starting to take over, as he follows you to explain how he runs the town and how what he says goes and if he has to make more rules to keep you he will.

As you stand in the kitchen, eating your snack and listening to Bo's spiel. Something deep down inside you, lets a feeling wash over you that maybe just maybe, everything will be just fine.

[genocidehim]

I can't choose who I want to see this prompt written for, so you can choose (or maybe do all of them idk 😳)

reader asks Tuco/Lalo/Nacho if she can watch him jerk off (don't ask I just have a problem) and he agrees. nsfw ensues

notes: render is female, lewd, male masturbation. words: 559 - 602 - 353

⸻Tuco

Definitely, Tuco was surprised by your request.

Maybe he had a wrong image of you, but that didn't bother him, on the contrary, your boldness truly hardened him with just the question.

Tuco wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer, planting a soft kiss on your forehead as he arrived home and found you awake. He seemed still a bit animated from the kitchen, you knew it by how dilated his pupils were and his breathing faster than usual. That was when your question snapped him out of his trance.

"I was wondering if you'd like… Well… If you want to masturbate while I watch…"

Tuco smiled mischievously, his eyes lit up with a mixture of excitement and lust. He had always enjoyed exploring your desires together, pushing the boundaries to create an exhilarating experience. "Mmm… You know how to tempt me, my love" he responded in a low, seductive voice. "The idea of you watching me pleasure myself… excites me."

He grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation of revealing his most intimate desires. He loved embracing your fantasies and sharing them with him, and he was eager to take a raw glimpse into your thoughts.

"All right, my love," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "I'll show you exactly what goes through my mind when I indulge myself."

He reclined on the couch, slightly parting his legs as his hand began to travel toward the bulge in his pants. With deliberate slowness, he unbuttoned and slowly lowered the zipper, revealing glimpses of the hardened length beneath.

As he freed himself from confinement, he looked deeply into your eyes with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. The confident way he exposed himself to you was exhilarating. Quickly, he wasted no time in licking his own palm to lubricate it, taking hold of the base of his hardened and almost pulsating member. Under your critical gaze, everything felt much more pleasurable. Tuco didn't take long to move his hand up and down, just the way he liked it: fast and rough, as if trying to quickly release himself, seeking pleasure as fast as possible. His grunts were low and guttural, usually Tuco didn't hold back his excitement and was as loud as he was vulgar.

"You're enjoying watching me like this, aren't you?" he grunted as his hand moved forcefully over his cock, his hips reacting to the stimulation and moving against his hand. "You're a dirty girl, asking me to masturbate in front of you."

The room filled with moans mixing with the erotic sound of his masturbation, his pleasure intertwining with yours even though you weren't physically involved, and that only fueled Tuco's desires even more; a twisted dance of power and submission that you managed to exert over him. Tuco continued to pleasure himself, surrendering to the fantasies swirling in his mind, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge.

"Do you like hearing this?" he groaned through clenched teeth, his eyes fixed on you as desire consumed him, and when he noticed his member trembling, he knew he was about to release the thick load of semen that spilled freely into his hand and onto his pants. Despite being tired from the effort he exerted, his erection remained, and a malicious smile flooded his face as he watched you.

⸻Lalo

Lalo's eyes sparkled with a mixture of surprise and intrigue when you confessed your desire. A mischievous smile tugged at his lips, his mind already spinning with possibilities. "Mmm… Do you want to watch me pleasure myself, my little love?" he purred, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. "You know how to tempt me…"

He gently lifted your chin and looked into your eyes. His voice dropped to a husky whisper full of promise. "I would be more than happy to grant your wish." He punctuated his words with a soft nibble on his lower lip before pulling back slightly, giving you the opportunity to express any preferences or instructions you might have at the moment.

"Tell me… How would you like it, standing up? Lying down and stretched out? Or maybe in front of a mirror so you can see all the angles?" The possibilities seemed endless in Lalo's mind as he waited for more guidance from you.

"I think I just want to see you pleasuring yourself. Like you would any day. I want you to tell me what you think about when you masturbate."

Lalo smiled, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and desire. His hand moved to gently caress your thigh as he leaned closer again, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Mmm… Do you want to know what goes through my mind when I pleasure myself? How deliciously naughty."

He shifted in his chair, settling slightly as he took a more comfortable position. Her gaze riveted on you, her low, seductive voice sounded like music to your ears. "When I touch myself, my thoughts often drift to you, my love... Imagining your soft lips on mine, your hands exploring every inch of my body." He paused for effect, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

He unbuckled his belt as he kept his dark gaze on you, you could tell how his cock was begging to be released from his blue jeans, as his erection popped and showed as hard as it was, he reached up to you and extended his hand towards your face

"Do me the honor, little love…" his mischievous smile remained on his face, his mustache curved in such a way that he looked as attractive as he had ever looked before.

Without hesitation, you helped him lubricate his hand so he could work better, licking his salty palm as you lingered on his fingers, increasing his arousal

"I'm also thinking of taking control... Domination…" His voice took on a darker tone as he continued, bringing his hand lubricated with your saliva and massaging the tip of his aching cock with need "I imagine tying your hands and teasing you relentlessly until you beg me to release you..." A glint of dominance danced in his eyes as he described the scenario, as shameless as he could only be.

His hand moved slowly and precisely, just as he was fascinated by it, you could feel how his grip was hard and firm, almost as if he wanted to feel as much pressure as possible "I imagine your pretty little pussy squeezing me… Your sweet little mouth taking all of my cock…. How hot you feel around me."

Lalo normally didn't usually masturbate and ejaculate instantly, not when he was so imaginative and preferred to think of erotic scenarios while pleasuring himself, but under your hungry gaze and the thrill of the moment, it didn't take him long to release several whitish spurts that spread all over his shirt and hand. Panting due to his intense climax so sudden but powerful.

⸻Nacho

Nacho felt a surge of surprise at your request, but he kept his cool. He understood that intimacy could take different forms for different partners and was willing to explore new experiences with you. "If that's something you're interested in, mi amor…" he replied softly, his voice tinged with curiosity and desire. "I'm open to trying it. Watching you watch me pleasure myself… Mmm."

He leaned closer, placing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips "Tell me exactly how you would like me to do this for you? Should I undress slowly? Or should I start touching myself right away?"

"I think I just want to see you giving yourself pleasure… Like you would any day…"

Ignacio placed one of his hands on her thigh as his other hand slid down to her groin area. With deliberate slowness, he began stroking himself through his pants, rubbing the bulge that had formed there.

A soft moan escaped Nacho's lips as he leaned back in the chair, letting himself be carried away by the pleasure. "Normally, I don't usually do this... Not when I can have you at any time…" he confessed breathlessly. "But when I do, I think of your soft touch…. Your eager mouth…"

His movements became more pronounced as he continued to stroke himself through the fabric, each movement accompanied by shudders of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Do you like seeing me like this? Seeing how you affect me?" he asked, his voice laced with desire and a hint of vulnerability. "Tell me… What does it do to you?"

"It's amazing… Listening to your fantasies…" Your deep voice managed to increase the excitement inside his pants "Do you think about how tight I am around you?"

Nacho grunts and has to unbutton his pants apt to free his aching cock, massaging it without lubrication as he takes advantage of your voice to feed his fantasies "All the time… I do it all the fucking time…"

But masturbation wasn't something that satisfied Nacho, he needed more and almost watched you with pleading eyes as he begged "Please… Help me here…"

[fxchild]

The Switch

Miles Fairchild x fem!reader

Chapter seven: So now you're back?

A note from Fxchild ! Hi hi so ya I am not dead ! My phone lit broke and I totes forgot my email for this acc but now I'm back and my writers block has never gone away so quickly ! I'm so excited for new chapters to b out soon ! In the meantime while you r waiting for chapters, if you have one shot ideas for characters Finn Wolfhard plays I would b more than happy to write those so you guys aren't waiting forever for a new chapter ! So...finally heres the well awaited chapter seven ! I hope you enjoy this <3

It's the first day of May. It's also been three months since Miles left again. I keep telling Flora that he'll be back soon but I feel my heart break every time I lie to her. I don't think he will be back until I leave for the summer and then he'll leave again when I come back. I feel so guilty..Flora doesn't have a brother that lives with her because of me. But was it all really my fault? He treats me like shit and expects me to tolerate it. Never mind. I don't give a flying fuck about him anymore. He can do whatever he wants, if something happens to him, oh boo hoo not my problem.

It was finally Friday which means I have tomorrow off and I only have to teach Flora a little today because the weather was perfect for horseback riding and I'd promise to let her out today. Today I wore a dark red top with dark grey jeans with black high top shoes. I put my hair in a half up half down clip and did minimal makeup because I was planning on recording myself for an upcoming interview I have for a summer job.

Today I planned out a written test to see Flora's knowledge on geography. I would give her a half an hour to finish up on review and two hours for the test. The test was fairly easy so it shouldn't take her more than an hour or so.

"And begin." I smiled at Flora, setting my timer on my desk which is right across from hers. She immediately begins to read and write down answers while I look over her past work to grade.

Around 45 minutes into the session we hear the front door open. Flora pays no attention to it, I assume it's Ms. Grose coming in from cutting grass or buying groceries so I ignore it and go back to reading old assignments. Around a few minutes went by when I heard footsteps coming to the room. Expecting Ms. Grose I take my feet off the desk and fix my posture without looking at the door. I pretend to be in deep thought with grading when I hear someone clear their throat and hear Flora shout,

"Miles!" She screeches and jumps from her seat running over to hug him. I immediately turn my whole body in my chair with wide eyes. His hair slightly longer and he looks a little taller. He still has the same smirk and dead eyes I saw the night he left. He had on a black coat that ran down to his knees and two bags in his hands that he must have taken when he left. He engulfs Flora into a hug and smiles down at her. I've never seen that smile before. Unlike the ones he had given me this one was warm and loving. I think I had given him that smile before but I wasn't sure. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he looked up at me and smiled. It was genuine, his eyes brightened. I knew it was real because it wasn't that same old smirk he put on with confidence, he looked painfully awkward and his eyes kept darting between me and the wooden floor. I didn't smile back. I rose up from my seat and walked over to him.

"Flora, why don't you take Miles bags and put them in his room for him sweetheart?" I smiled down at her while patting her hair. She gladly accepts and runs off with his bags. Miles smiles at me again nodding opening his mouth to speak but I cut him off.

"How you been Miles? Where'd you go this time huh? Was it fun?" I say with a sarcastic fake smile, he could tell I was mad.

"Well I-" He begins as I slap his face.

"You scared the shit out of me! Do you know how upset Flora was? She cried for almost a week, blaming herself, poor girl!" I say gritting my teeth with my eyes starting to tear up slightly.

He stared at me with pursed lips before sighing and answering. "He told me to."

I scoff and look at him dumbfounded. "He? Wh-who the hell is 'he' Miles huh? What are you schizo?" I roll my eyes annoyed

"Nobody-nothing. I just..had a dream that's all." He shakes his head staring down at the floor with shame.

"Whatever Miles." I roll my eyes and walk over to Flora's desk to pick up her finished test. "Better go find Flora. Told her she could get out of class early to go ride the horses." I say looking through her test without looking up at Miles.

"You're not gonna come?" He asks quietly, nodding his head to the side, scratching the back of his neck.

I chuckle quietly before placing the test back on the desk. "After the last time?" I walk over to him, picking a pine needle off his jacket. "No thanks." I fake smile before walking out of the room to my own. When I reach my room I fall flat onto my bed before letting out a loud sigh into my pillow. A few minutes later I look out the window. I see Flora and Miles running to the stables and shouting happily. I turn to look at my Calendar, 30 days until I leave. I got sick of sitting in my room bored and decided to go do something, anything in his boring place.

I walk into the kitchen hoping there's an apple or some food sitting out but instead of being greeted with food, it's an unbearable Ms. Grose. I smile at her but she crosses her arms and frowns at me.

"Why are you being so unpleasant towards Miles?" She grits her teeth. "What are you talking about?" I ask trying to pretend I have no clue what's going on. "Talking to him in such an arrogant tone, not accepting his offer and you still wonder why he left? You should be shamed." She spits at me coldly. My face dropped as I start to feel tears in the corners of my eyes.

I quickly ran back up to my room and slam the door. Tears start to stream down my face as I grab my backpack and start shoving stuff into my bag. By the time I zipped it up I hear the front door open again. I quickly put my shoes back on and started heading down the stairs. Walking towards the door I'm wiping my tears, Miles blocks my path.

"Woah woah! Where are you going?" He asks with a concerned look on his face, his hands falling to my shoulders. "Out." I reply while sniffling trying to push past him.

"Um okay, when are you coming back?" He lets go of me, now following me out the door. "I don't know..like..tomorrow? Sunday maybe?" I continue to walk away from him to my car. "Tell me where in case you get black out drunk again and need me to pick you up." He scoffs grabbing onto my wrist.

"You know what Miles? You won't have to worry about me anymore! I won't bother you. It's clear I make you want to leave and you hate me so I'll just leave you alone okay?! Is that what you wa-"

He cuts me off by pressing his lips against mine. It was soft and quick, like he was trying to shut me up and this was the first thing he thought of. He lets go of my wrist and stands up straight looking at me sternly. My cheeks are burning red as I attempt to say something but I can't seem to speak, like there's no air in my lungs.

I lean up against my car door for a moment staring at my feet trying to decide whether to leave or not. I finally look up at him, his head in staring at my feet too. His hands are in his pockets and he's biting his bottom lip nervously. I smile up at him.

"Hey..I'll be back in a little while. I promise I won't make you pick me up this time. Want me to grab you something?" I softly smile, hoping he won't hate me. He shakes his head no with a small smile on his face before letting me get into his car. He watches me drive off before heading back inside.

'29 days..' I whisper to myself as I head into the nearest town, smiling to myself.

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This was extremely rushed so my apologies if it wasn't as great as one of my last chapters ! I promise the next chapter will b better and have more of a plot than this one. Hope you guys liked this and r excited for the next chapter!

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for faking my own death?

The context of this story is convoluted, unpleasant, and extraordinarily. However, I will do my best to explain.

About one year ago, I left a note in my office that could have been mistaken for a suicide note. I'm not going to say that it was entirely unintentional, because it most certainly wasn't. That was about where I was mentally at that time. The exact contents of the note aren't necessary, but know that it could have been interpreted in a literal or metaphorical sense. I made it metaphorical, disappearing from the country in an effort to find who I was and where I was meant to go.

The months preceding my "death" had not been pleasant ones. I began to doubt in myself, my morals, and the path I had taken in life for the first time in over a decade. Notably, the murder of my father (which occurred when I was nine years old) was brought into light. That last one, in particular, had an effect on me. For most of my life, I believed I'd inadvertently killed my own father, though I denied this face to myself. However, through the trial (during which I was accused of killing another), it was revealed that my mentor, the reason I am who I am today, was his actual killer, and did everything that he did to me out of some desire for revenge. He was also responsible for attempting to frame me for the other man's death in the most recent trial. It is no wonder I had to take a step back, however, it also would have been no wonder had I killed myself in despair.

For a year, I went on this journey of self-discovery that I have previously mentioned. In this time, I understood many things about myself and what I wish to do with the rest of my life. I feel confident in my life again; I feel as though I will be able to make it. I know I have set myself on the right path, and it is that year long trip which allowed me to do so. I do not regret the time I spent abroad, however, I'm beginning to feel I should have went about it a different way.

The crux of this problem comes in the form of... a friend, of a sort. He is a man to whom I owe a great deal, for he fought tooth and nail to prove my innocence to the world at large as well as myself. He set me back on the right path; the path of truth and justice. I, in all honesty, did not expect him to take that note literally. But he did. For a year, he believed I had killed myself. I underestimated how bad it was, going so far as to instruct a mutual acquaintance of ours not to inform him I was alive when I reached out to him partway through my journey.

Upon my return, he was quite angry at me, to understate things. He said --- or rather, shouted --- some things I rather believe he did not mean, such as that it would have been better had I actually been dead. The situation was extreme, he hadn't slept in over twenty-four hours, and I do not hold anything he said against him. However, it has gotten me thinking.

The pain I caused this man was immense. For an entire year, he wallowed in pain and grief. He blamed himself for my "death" and the fact that he had come back into my life (something which my sister did not at all help with, despite the fact that she did not believe I was dead). He was speaking from a place of pain and betrayal, and I fear our relationship may be too damaged to fix. I didn't realize he cared about me enough to be so hurt by the idea that I'd died, and he practically lost a year of his own to his mourning.

I feel terrible. I feel as though I should have waited longer to make a more solid decision. Should have written a clearer note. Should have told our mutual acquaintance to tell him I was alive when I was told he thought I wasn't. I feel as though I know the answer, but I must know. Am I at fault?

[w1ldthoughts]

X-Factor

Series Masterlist

Synopsis: Jack is ready to have deep talks about emotional vulnerability and he hears Zoey sing for the first time.

Theme song:

Love makes you do the craziest things. Jack had been speaking to his therapist about ways to be more vulnerable and emotionally available with Zoey in order to feel more comfortable and confident in telling her that he loved her. He spent the last week and a half looking at what relationship experts had to say about it and really taking in a bunch of information that he truly felt was useful. Zoey was worth it and he almost didn’t even recognize himself with how much effort he was putting in to get closer to her in every way that wasn’t just purely physical.

They had that on lock.

He was back in Miami for a few days and as he laid in Zoey’s bed, he decided now was as good of a time as any to do this. “So I’ve been talking to my therapist about how I really want to be able to express myself in a healthier way, especially with you and she suggested that we play a game. Are you up for that?”

“Of course, what’s the game?” Zoey asks, sitting up so she can face him.

“They’re just questions about random things, to get us to be honest and express ourselves as much as possible. I know we have no problems finding things to talk about, but I do think I’m lacking a bit in the emotional vulnerability department and I want to be a complete partner, in every aspect. So it’s important for me to be able to comfortably do this and be my full self with you.”

His girlfriend was thoroughly impressed. “Can I ask what brought this on?”

“I felt like I was in way over my head. Not used to talking about my feelings and I don’t want that to be the norm or for you to have to pry things out of me so I figured we could work on that together? Intimacy isn’t an issue, at all, but I do think doing something like this would bring us closer. And I'm willing to try anything really, to not only show you how I feel but to be able to tell you.”

She responds by giving him a slow, tender kiss, lightly biting on his lower lip when she pulls away. “You working on your emotional maturity and going out of your way to fix it is so unbelievably attractive, you have no idea.”

“Well I’m about to get even sexier then.” He laughs, pulling out his phone to read his notes. “Okay Zo, first question and I’m going to start it off light, name your three favorite things about me and why?”

Zoey scooted toward him to rest her hands on his legs. “I love your kindness. You’re so sweet to literally everyone you meet and have never met a stranger. Second thing is that your heart is so big, you just want to take care of everyone all the time. Even if sometimes you’re the one that needs to be cared for. And the third thing is how utterly gorgeous you are inside and out. Obviously you are attractive but then when you actually let people peel back layers, you’re even prettier on the inside which is incredible.”

“But damn your eyes and your smile are so pretty.” She adds with a giggle.

“Thank you, baby.” Jack blushes, handing her the phone so she could choose a question. “This one is good. What’s your favorite part about our relationship?”

“Where do I even start?” He muses, looking into her eyes. “Well first off, I like how we balance each other out. It’s like we’re both the perfect mix of intense and chill and we feed off of each other’s energies very well. I love that we want each other and we don’t need each other, we have our own lives and things going on but our relationship is just a bonus, not a necessity.”

“My favorite thing about our relationship though, about you, is that you move things in me that I thought I covered up with cement a long time ago. I spent a really long time convincing myself that with this life, I wouldn’t find anything sustainable with anyone. There was no way to find someone that would be worth it. So I built a fortress around myself and put up a front that I wasn’t a relationship guy. And then here you come with your honesty and vulnerability in the most perfect and incredible person I’ve ever seen and you got me.” He pauses, holding her hand with a sigh.

“You make me better, in every way imaginable. And that’s the best part.” He so badly wanted to finish that sentence with those three words but it was still too much.

Zoey looked at her boyfriend who’s eyes were a bit shiny with tears. She wiped at them and kissed his cheek, “you make me better too.”

The happiness that radiated from him was almost palpable and he felt corny for still being in the honeymoon phase four months into the relationship but he couldn’t help it, all he could do was shake his head and keep going. “Alright, next question. What is the theme song of our relationship?”

“Oh that’s a good one.” She states pensively, tapping her chin with her index finger. “Maybe, ‘Right There’ by Ariana ft. Big Sean. Cause I’m your number one girl who got the top spot title.”

Jack lets out a laugh, smacking his thigh. “Who needs a genie in a bottle if I already got you? Granted all my wishes and shit, I like that.”

“Your turn Z.”

She gasps a little at a question on the screen. “Okay I need to know this. Which of the five senses are most sensual to you?”

He raises his eyebrows, deep in thought, thinking back to their various intimate encounters. “This might be super nerdy and artsy of me but I think it’s gotta be hearing. Not just because music is so important to me and that may be a part of it but hearing you is intoxicating sometimes. And I’m not even being sexual, I'm just talking about your speaking voice. It relaxes me and calms me and yeah it turns me on hearing you moan or say my name. Shit like that. So yeah, hearing for sure.”

“Good fucking answer. I feel like Steve Harvey right now, but that’s a good ass answer.”

They spent a little over two hours going through the questions and digging deep. Zoey left shortly after they were done to grab something from the office while Jack and EJ got a workout in. He showered and came home to find her in the bathroom singing their theme song, hitting every note. He’d been waiting for this day for so long he had to get in there with her.

“See I knew you could sing but I didn’t know you could sing. Jesus Christ, you sound incredible.” He told her as soon as the door was closed.

“Thank you.” She laughed. “How was your workout?”

“It was fine but I’m not here to talk about that. Finish your song. Sing to me, please.” He engulfed her in a hug, basking in the warmth of the steamy room as they relaxed into each other a bit further.

Jack began to gently sway them back and forth as Zoey finished the song, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. She looked up to meet his loving gaze and he slowly leaned in, bringing their lips together, closing any distance that was left between them. She smiled into the kiss, still mentally pinching herself at the reality that was her life, everything was so much more raw and emotionally driven now that they were official and every part of her wanted to scream that she loved him at the top of her lungs. But she couldn’t, not until she knew he felt the same. Part of her still needed to protect herself from the first time she put herself out there for him and he needed to make that first move to drive them forward. Today was a huge step in understanding his emotions but Zoey still wanted him to say those words first.

“You’re everything I could ever want. Please know that.” He whispered, their noses still touching. It wasn’t exactly what she had hoped for but, good things come to those who wait. “Being with you is better than anything I could’ve ever dreamt up, so thank you. Thank you for being a dream come true.” He said with another peck. “Now I feel like I gotta ask, Zoey, what do you want?” He laughed quietly.

Zoey wrapped her arms around his neck to bring him even closer, taking a deep breath before pulling back. “Well I’m so glad you asked because I have a list. Let me go get it and read it to you.” He followed her to her room and she dug through her bedside table drawer for a neatly folded piece of pink paper.

“I want to be cared for and to care for someone. But not in that corny way where we cook each other five course meals and leave hug coupons but in a way that’s just simple, like little intimate acts of service here and there. I want trust and communication and commitment that knows no bounds. I want passion but in a delicate way. I want to be treated like royalty but manhandled when the situation calls for it.” She tosses the paper on the bed and walks back over to him, cupping his face in her hands.

She continues, “I want all of those things but only if you’re the one that I’m with, because what I really want is to do everything that is humanly imaginable in this world…with you. That’s what the fuck I want.”

Jack’s smile reaches his ears. “Ask and you shall receive, baby. You will have everything on that list, believe that.”

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[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Just a short PSA. As Viki and Gaga both updated their screen protection I am no longer able to make gifs of their shows. At least not in a good quality. I am not as down and anxious as I thought I would be. I guess I just got some excuse to slow myself down. I had some trouble the past few weeks (mental health thanks a lot) and I guess this is not the worst thing that could happen to me.

I always want to do something else with my time, but I felt really obligated to provide the community with my sets... and to be really honest, and this is one of the few places where I can be this honest, I need to gain a little bit more self confidence. I love the attention from strangers, who like my gifs and I live of those really nice tags and it feels so good, but outside of this world I really need to learn to be proud of myself without the attention of others. You know what I mean?

I am still going to gif some shows, but I tune down from now on. I guess 😅 Perhaps no one will notice, but I just wanted to let you know. I am a little bit exhausted and I have some challenges coming up the next months in my private life. I need to allow myself to be a little bit more chill about everything.

And perhaps I finally get into writing about shows again. I really enjoyed writing about 180 degree longitude passes through us and KinnPorsche and to be honest I am looking forward to have more time to reblog all the beautiful stuff on here. That is something I am really tired of right now. Giffing takes some time and in the end of the day with work and watching shows and giffing them I don't have the energy to go through the tags and reblog all the beautiful sets out here! And I really like doing that! So yeah, I guess I have to thank Viki and Gaga for their service at this point! 😅

I still am going to watch as much as I can, because this gives me still so much joy and I love all the shows and this community here, and I think it would be great to watch the shows without the inner pressure to gif as soon as possible and while watching thinking about the scenes you want to gif. This can be really exhausting sometimes 😅

Yeah, this is way longer than I thought it would be in the beginning, but I guess I really wanted to explain myself here. And perhaps I find the joy in giffing again, because right now, it feels a little bit like work and that should never be the case for a hobby.

I love you all and please be sure, I am not going anywhere, I am still here, I am open to communicate and I am still giffing, just not that much 😊

Quick update: There was an angel coming down to me and telling me the holy solution and the problem is fixed now, but I am still sticking to the main point of tuning down and just get my strange addiction fixed 😅

[sequinsmile-x]

Burning Embers

He’d tried, and failed, to ask her out numerous times, backing out of it at the last second each time. Her friendship was precious to him, something that had saved him from the brink more than once, and as much as he loved her he was hesitant to risk it. 

Which is how he found himself in the situation he was currently in. 

AKA - the one where Aaron panics, and tells Emily that what he intends to be a date is a movie night with his son.

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Hi friends!!

This is based on a comment from one of my frequent commenters on Ao3, SallyAlbright, on one of my recent fics, The One You Reached For, in which I mention that Aaron intended to use what he told Emily was a movie night with Jack to actually take her on a date.

SallyAlbright mentioned I should write that eventuality out, and here we are over 3k words later with smut because I cannot help myself.

Hope you all enjoy <3

-x-

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Smut, 18+

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

He was nervous. 

It wasn’t a feeling Aaron was used to, or one that he liked. He could do his job without flinching most days, and face down the worst of humanity with confidence in his team, in his decision-making, but this, something as relatively straightforward as asking a woman out on a date, had left him feeling like a teenager. Part of the problem, he thought, was that this wasn’t just any woman. It was Emily. His best friend. The woman he was in love with. 

He’d tried, and failed, to ask her out numerous times, backing out of it at the last second each time. Her friendship was precious to him, something that had saved him from the brink more than once, and as much as he loved her he was hesitant to risk it. 

Which is how he found himself in the situation he was currently in. 

Emily was on her way over for what she thought was a movie night with him and Jack, even though Jack was away with Roy and Jessica. The mention of his son a failsafe whenever he stopped himself from asking Emily out. He felt guilty when she called him earlier, asking who was Jack’s favourite character from the movie they were going to watch, and he’d almost admitted to it then but had instead told him about the blue forgetful fish Jack was obsessed with. 

Aaron is just finishing adjusting the dining table, the flowers he’d bought her in a vast in the middle of the two places he’d set when there’s a knock on his front door. He gives himself a moment, breathing out slowly before he opens the door, his smile genuine when he meets hers. 

“So,” she says, walking past him into the apartment, a bottle of wine in one hand and a cuddly bright blue fish in the other, “The woman at the toy store told me that this is Dory, so I hope she was right, and I brought us some wine.”

He can’t help but smile at her as he closes the front door, his eyes fixed on the gift she’d brought his son as she drops it onto the couch and places the bottle of wine on the side table.

“You didn’t have to get him something.” 

“It’s his favourite movie,” she replies, shrugging it off as if it was nothing, as if her love for his son wasn’t everything, as she leans against his couch to remove her shoes, “Where is he anyway?” 

The guilt he’d been feeling all day returns all at once, and he’s sure his cheeks must physically be burning with it, “He’s not here.” 

“Oh,” she replies, her eyebrows creasing, “Is he on his way?” 

“No.” 

She looks at him curiously, crossing her arms over her chest, “Oh,” she says again, staring at him. For once she can’t read him, and she wasn’t sure she liked it, “Well, we can hang out just the two of us,” she smiles at him, trying to pull her best friend out of the trance he’d seemingly fallen into, “Although, if he isn’t here we can probably watch a more grown-up movie than Finding Nemo.” 

He chuckles half-heartedly and swallows thickly, “That would be nice, I can’t remember the last time I watched a movie that wasn’t a cartoon.”

She smiles, but it develops into a frown as he continues to look at her, “Are you ok, Aaron?” She looks past him and her eyes widen slightly as she looks at the dining table behind him, clearly set up for a meal for two. Flowers and candles that were yet to be lit in the centre. She looks back and forth between the table and him, realisation dawning on her. “Oh.”

“You’re saying that a lot this evening,” he says, trying to joke as he scratches at the back of his head. 

“Is this…meant to be a date?” She asks tentatively, pushing down the dangerous hope that tries to climb up her throat, sure that she could have read this all wrong.

Aaron sighs and clears his throat before he nods, “Yes,” he admits, “I wanted to ask you, I have for a while actually, and I panicked halfway through and said Jack wanted you to come over to watch a movie.” 

Emily stares as his words sink in, and she recalls the, now admittedly obviously strange, invite from him just a couple of days before. How he’d been unsure that she’d want to come over even though she spent most of her weekends here these days, the Hotchner boys a key part to her finding herself again after Paris. 

“Why didn’t you just ask?” She asks gently, her arms crossed over her chest as she stands only a few paces from him. 

“I didn’t know how,” he admits, avoiding eye contact with her.

“You didn’t know how…” she repeats, her eyes incredulous as she looks at him, “Aaron you’re 47.” 

“I’ve never done it before,” he exclaims, taking a breath to calm himself down, and she has to stop herself from smiling, knowing that admission alone was something he wouldn’t share with someone else, “Haley asked me out and…you’re not just anyone, Em.” 

She feels her heart seize in her chest, doubling in size at his words, at everything he hadn’t said but was written all over his face, and she blows out a slow breath, “I’ve seen you face down serial killers. Fuck, you’ve been known to purposely aggravate them, but asking me out made you nervous?”

He looks down at the floor, his hands in his pockets, and answers quietly, “You’re my best friend, Em. I…don’t want to risk that.” 

She sighs, and she stares at him, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. She knew if it was anybody else she’d be annoyed, that the white lie he’d told to get her here would make her shackles go up, but she knows him. She knows he’s telling the truth now, that he simply hadn’t known what to say, because she’d felt the same way for longer than she cared to admit even to herself.

There had been countless moments when she’d danced around asking him out, convincing herself it was better to have him as a friend than not at all. Her past, and her fear of the future, enough to stop her from taking the step he was now taking for the both of them. 

She steps closer to him, feeling herself relax as the smell of him washes over her. The cologne she was always chasing, followed by something that was uniquely him. He’s still staring at the floor and she places her hand on his cheek, guiding him to look at her, her smile wide as their eyes meet. 

“Why would you ever think my answer would be anything other than yes?” 

It takes a moment for her words to register, the feel of her skin against his always enough to short-circuit his brain. He huffs out a laugh, sure that he’d somehow misunderstood her. 

“You mean…” 

She smiles and nods, leaning in to kiss him before he can say anything else, always a believer that actions spoke more than words. It’s everything she’d imagined it would be for years - firm and somehow soft at the same time, just like him. 

This time his reaction is immediate. His hands seek out her hips, landing on them as if magnetised, pulling a sigh from her as he tugs her closer, her body pressed up against his. He loses himself in the feel of her, in her warmth, in how she seemed to fit perfectly against him. It was better than any dream he’d ever had about her, and he knew now he’d had a taste of the reality he could never have enough.

She’s insistent as she kisses him, her lips parting as she swipes her tongue along the seam of his, and his hands shift to her lower back as hers move to the back of his neck. She moans, rolling her hips against his at the same time as she grips his hair in her hands, and it’s enough to bring his brain back online.

He pulls back to look at her, smiling as she chases his lips, a slightly dazed look in her eyes as she does so. 

“Em,” he says breathlessly, cut off as she kisses him again before he shifts his hands to her cheeks, holding her in place so he could talk, “We should talk.” 

“We can talk later,” she replies, her fingers grasping his shirt collar, anchoring herself to him. He sighs and leans forward, pressing his forehead against hers. 

“Em,” he tries again, “You aren’t…this could never just be sex to me.”

She beams at him, her smile wide and bright, and she kisses him, “It could never be just sex to me either,” she assures him, although she knows if they had done this years ago, when she was new to the team, it likely would have been just that. But they’d grown since then, their roots tangling together so it was impossible to see where he ended and she began. It’s what had made them both hesitant to make it even this far, but for the first time in a long time she feels brave - spurred on by the small piece of him she’d already had, “I love you.” 

Her admission stokes the fire in his belly and floods him with relief at the same time, and he presses his forehead into hers, almost choking on the laugh that escapes him, breaking free from deep inside of him, as if it had been held captive for years. 

“I love you too,” he replies, feeling lighter for saying it, her smile impossibly wider as she leans in to kiss him. He’s briefly lost in it again before he pulls back, making her groan in frustration, “Emily-”

“We can talk later,” she promises, her eyes wide, almost feral, “Please. I…I need you.” 

She thinks it’s the longest second of her life as she watches him balance his usual sensibilities, his desire to be a gentleman, against his desire for her. She feels nothing short of relief when she clearly wins, his touch switching back from soft to desperate as he pulls her back in for a kiss. 

He leads her towards the kitchen counter, her back pressing against it as he crowds her, all of her senses overwhelmed by him. She groans as his hands sneak under her shirt, untucking it from her jeans without her even realising. His palms are scorching against her skin, and she's sure she could overheat with it. She removes her hands from his hair and grabs the hem of her shirt, pulling away from him just enough to pull it over her head, depositing it somewhere on the floor behind him. With anyone else, she’d be self-conscious, worried about a reaction to the scar on her abdomen and the brand on her breast, but with him, it doesn’t matter. He already knew all of her, and had been there for her worst moments, and if anything it makes her feel more empowered as he looks her up and down. 

Aaron gives himself a moment just to stare at her, her beauty beyond what he had imagined over the years. He traces a finger over the scar he had only read about in her files on her breast. The shape of it was distorted now, covered by skin grafts that would never entirely remove it, and he watches as she shivers, goose pimples trailing below her surprisingly simple black cotton t-shirt bra. 

“I was planning on spending my evening watching a movie with your son,” she heaves out as if reading his mind, “I wasn’t expecting to be fucked by you on your kitchen counter. Next time I’ll wear lingerie.” 

“You look beautiful in anything,” He says as he looks back at her face, feeling some pride when he sees the look in her eyes, somehow darker than they had ever been, her pupils blown by desire, “Next time?” 

She nods, tugging him back in for another kiss, whispering against his lips as if she didn’t want any space between them at all. “Next time.” 

He lifts her up, making her squeal as she wraps her arms around his neck, her legs following suit around his waist before he deposits her on the kitchen counter. He trails kisses across her jaw and down her throat, alternating between laving her skin with his tongue and nipping it with his teeth, wanting to taste every part of her. 

She moans, holding his head against her chest as he kisses the skin between her breasts, one of his hands busy trailing up her spine until he finds the catch of her bra, undoing it on the first try. She shivers as he pulls away just long enough to take her bra off, the comparatively cool air of his apartment briefly replacing the heat of him. He palms one of her breasts, rolling her nipple, before he leans in to kiss the other one, his teeth gently biting at her skin enough to make her throw her head back, her palms flat against the countertop. 

“Aaron,” she breaths out, “Fuck that feels good.” 

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters, his lips never fully leaving her skin, simply trailing across it instead, “So fucking beautiful.”

The praise makes her skin flush harder than his attention to it, and she clenches her thighs together, desperate for some friction. He notices, because he always noticed everything about her these days, and he smirks, something she’s sure should make her angry but it somehow only turns her on even more. 

Aaron kisses her, swallowing her moan as he trails his fingers down her stomach, reaching for the button of her jeans as she unbuttoned his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. She tilts her hips upwards so he can slip her jeans and underwear down her legs. She jumps when she sits back down, the countertop cool against her overheated skin. 

He pushes her thighs a little further apart, making her jump for an entirely different reason as his fingers trail upwards, leaving her with no option but to cling onto him, her arms looping around his back under the material of the shirt he was still wearing. The moan she releases as he tentatively circles her clit is guttural. She presses her face into his chest, murmuring words of encouragement against him.

“So wet for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his touch already firmer, as if he had a manual for her body, as if he’d written the damn thing, “So perfect.” 

She bucks her hips, the movement not voluntary as he slowly builds her up, her stomach feeling as if a coil was tightening deep within it, “Please, more.” 

He doesn’t need any further encouragement, and he shifts just enough to press one of his fingers into her, groaning at the feeling of her around him and the sensation of her nails digging into his back. He presses the heel of his hand against her clit and moves his finger in and out of her, drawing a series of moans out of her as he pushes her closer and closer to the edge. 

It’s a pressure that builds throughout her body until it sparks in her belly, catching fire as pleasure spreads through her veins, her moan loud in his otherwise quiet apartment. As her vision clears, her senses return somewhat to normal, she can feel his lips against her temple, words she can feel more than hear against her skin.

“Holy shit,” she breathes out, shifting her head to press her lips against his, her words punctuated by kisses, “Take your pants off.” 

Aaron smiles, doing as he’s asked as he steps far enough away from her to undo his belt and push his pants and boxers, lowering them to his knees. 

She watches from her place on the counter, her breathing still uneven, her lungs stuffed full of pleasure, and her eyes widen slightly at the size of him, a question that had always lingered in the back of her mind finally answered. She smiles, sitting up enough to close the gap between them, kissing him as she wraps her hand around him, drawing a punched out groan from him as she pumps him up and down.

“Em.” He breathes out, reaching for her, his hand on the outside of her thigh, hoisting it over his waist, both of them gasping as he notches over her still sensitive skin. 

She kisses him, the softest one this had started, her lips tender against his before she rests their foreheads together as she guides him into her, her breath catching in her throat at the stretch of him. 

Aaron growls at the feel of her around him, clenching his teeth as he controls himself, aware she needs a moment from the way she’s grasping at him, her nails surely breaking his skin. 

“You feel so good,” he grits out through his teeth, trailing his lips down her cheek and jawline before burying his face in her neck, “So fucking good.” 

“You too,” she replies, clenching around him as she moves her hands up to his hair, holding him in place. She thrusts her hips against him and he takes it as a silent request to move, something he does without further prompting. 

It was odd for both of them to think that this was their first time, because it felt more like coming home. Like something they had done countless times, each able to draw pleasure from each other like they’d done this before, like they’d had years of practice. Emily hooks her leg slightly higher around his waist, groaning as it changes the angle, and she feels familiar pressure in her belly. 

“Close,” she mutters, her hips stuttering. He reaches between them and gently rubs at her clit, pushing her over the edge again. He closely follows, her name a moan against her skin as he bites into her shoulder, leaving a bruise they both knew would last for days. They both take a second to allow their breathing to slow, their grip on each other never loosening. 

“So,” he says eventually, neither of them sure how much time had passed, how long they had simply stayed there tangled together. He pulls back just enough to look at her, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, “That’s a yes for the date?”

She smiles and nods, gently kissing him, “Yes. For this one and however many more you want to take me on,” she kisses him again and then looks him up and down, his shirt rumpled but still on, “You’re still fully clothed and I’m naked, that doesn’t seem fair.” 

He kisses her forehead before he steps away from her, both of them lamenting the feeling as he slips out of her. He pulls up his boxers and pants, doing the zip and button back up but leaving his belt hanging open. He shrugs off his shirt and offers it to her, watching intently as she slips it on, only doing up a couple of the buttons as she stays sitting on the counter. She opens her mouth to say something but is cut off by her stomach rumbling, a sound even he hears a few feet away from her, and they both chuckle. 

He leans in and presses a kiss to her red cheek, “I’ll check on dinner,” he says, walking the short distance to the oven, grimacing as he opens it, smoke and the smell of burning quickly escaping. He slams it shut and turns it off, leaving cleaning it up until the morning. He walks back over to her, smiling at her as he wraps an arm around her, “It’s ruined, we’ll have to order in.” 

She wraps her arms around his back, smiling up at him, her teeth sinking into the inside of her cheek, an unsuccessful attempt to stop her smile from getting any wider. “Worth it.”

He kisses her, still revelling in his ability to do so, and smiles as he pulls back, “Definitely worth it.” 

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[physicsfox7]

So, I have to brag just a bit. As previously mentioned, I haven't ever been great at fighting games. Moreover, I was a notorious button masher.

But with the release of my beloved Elphelt on Strive, I am here to stay. I've been playing since about mid-December, and I am a slow learner as it is.

In the beginning, with my friends patented school, I learned a lot in a short amount of time. Then I practiced on my own, ran the arcade mode, and worked on tower. I of course grabbed fights with friends when I could. But about 5 weeks ago, I hit what felt like a plateau. Admittedly, getting my ass handed to me constantly was very disheartening as well. And I still wasn't very good.

I stepped away from it for a couple of weeks, proceeded to lose whatever edge I had developed, and lost interest. I bought Bridget in an attempt to reawaken the fighting spirit, and spent a very lovely afternoon fighting her computer on very hard. Then I stopped and didn't pick it up.

When they dropped A.B.A on Tuesday, I was very excited. I thought a new character to try out would help, and everyone else would be trying her as well, so I might have a chance to win a little bit while they learn the new controls.

With the new patch, suddenly I couldn't boot the game. I spent over a day trying to figure it out. I tried everything from verifying files to reinstalling to getting third party software. Nothing worked, I just couldn't get on the network. I missed out on pre practice, I missed out on hours of playing with friends. Finally, working with everyone, we figured out the problem. One stupid, simple fix (disabling my antivirus software, yes I know I'm an idiot) and it booted first try.

By the time I joined the lobby, I was shaking from being hungry and angry and frustrated. Everyone else was warmed up, and I was cold for three weeks. I sorta kinda held my own, got my ass kicked again and again, but it didnt feel oppressive. Instead, it was invigorating. Some of the techniques and combos I had practiced worked, and I even got complimented.

Then tonight, we had another Strive lobby night. And something clicked. I was playing. I didn't win every match, but I didn't lose every match either. I stood my ground against players far better than me. I won multiple rounds in a row, and most importantly learned a few new techniques and ideas. I implemented on the fly. Tonight felt good.

We had a random come into the lobby, who is high level with all characters, and coaches. They run tourneys, and was top 100 with a couple of their mains. I warned them before our match that I wouldn't stand a chance, but like everyone in this community, they were more interested in playing and helping than beating me down. I managed to take them down below half health in a couple matches.

After stream, I went back and watched some older videos of my gameplay, then some from last night and tonight and the level of improvement I've made is astounding.

I react faster, my combos are cleaner, there's less wasted space/time/movement, and I'm starting to feel which move is the right defense, allowing me to be proactive in defense and getting out of neutral. And I can see when to be aggreasive and when to wait more easily.

I was at a precipice, and I honestly felt stuck. The combination of time away, solo practice, and a more relaxed and patient attitude the last couple of nights has broken through. I feel positive about future sessions, and I'm looking forward to playing rather than dreading it.

I'm very pleased with myself, and I feel positive. Playing games with such skilled people is kind of dampening for both my confidence and my pride, so this was pretty great. Okay, no more bragging. K thx byeeeeeeee