#she's done it before and she'd do it again

[vivwritesfics]

hiii!!! if you can can you please make a fanfic like (sorry for my bad explaining) basically a fluff fic with oscar piastri and y/n where they meet at like the streets of paris or something romantic like that? (you can give it any ending you want lols)

one of my best friends is from paris and we talk about how it's not the romantic place we all fantasize it to be. but i got you boo

Paris, France:

The hotel was awful, just awful. But that was what she got she got for booking her holiday on a budget.

The bed must have had bedbugs. She saw one review online (after she had checked in) that suggested it. And, ever since, she could feel the little fuckers crawling all over her skin.

If the bathroom wasn't down the hall, she would have been throwing up from anxiety. But, instead, she shut her eyes and tried to fall asleep.

And then her neighbours started shagging. Like, bed hitting the wall behind her kind of shagging. Holy shit, she needed to get out of here.

Grabbing her jacket and placing her valuables into her pockets, she headed out of the hotel.

The streets of Paris were a little bit terrifying in the dark. If one of her friends had just done with her, they could have gotten a nicer hotel and she wouldn't have been terrified to walk the streets in the dark. She shouldn't have been out there, she knew, but it was either have a panic attack on the disgusting floor of the hotel room or get out for some fresh air.

It was like there were eyes on her all the time she was walking. She pulled her jacket closer to her body and walked a little faster. Her eyes were trained on the floor as she pretty much marched down the streets of Paris.

Her body collided with somebody else. "Shit," she cried as this persons arms wrapped around her, stopping her from falling.

"Are you okay?" He asked, voice not accompanied by a French accent. "Sorry, I should have been looking at where I was going." He shook his head, floppy, Prince-Charming-from-Shrek hair falling in front of his face.

"It's okay," she said, tightening her grip on the things in her pocket.

He released her. "I'm Oscar," he said, holding out his hand.

She didn't take it, but she did smile at him. "Nice to meet you, Oscar," she replied, not giving her own name.

It was almost like a game, on the streets of Paris. Oscar twisted his wrist and looked at his watch. "Where are you headed? Do you need me to walk you there?"

The red flag in the back of her head was taking a long ass time to raise. "I'm good," she said, because he was still a stranger on the streets of Paris. She began to walk past him. "It really was nice to meet you, Oscar," she said and began walking again.

Santorini, Greece:

The view from her balcony was so fucking pretty. The glittering ocean, the pale sand, the gorgeous architecture. It was a far cry from Paris.

Even on a budget she'd managed somewhere nice. A lot nicer than that hotel room in Paris. Here she felt safe. She left her valuable things in her hotel room (in the safe) and went out to dinner.

It was so damn peaceful. This was the getaway she needed, not those few nights in Paris. This was fucking bliss.

But then he showed up. She was in a little beach front restaurant, having a drink when he came walking past. What did he say his name was? Oscar? What the hell was he doing in Greece?

Her initial reaction was to think he had been followed. But the way he was looking at her, all confused before that look of familiarity crossed his face, it was all so genuine.

"Are you following me?" He asked it in such a teasing way, she immediately knew he wasn't serious.

She kicked out the chair in front of her. "Come have a drink with me, Oscar."

He obeyed and sat himself in the seat opposite her. Almost immediately a waiter came over to take his drink order. As soon as the waiter was gone, she was staring at him. "So, tell me about yourself, Oscar."

"Aren't you gonna tell me your name?" He asked as she sipped her drink.

She thought about it for a moment. "Tell you what, tell me about yourself, and I'll tell you my name."

He held out his hand, and this time she took it. "Deal."

Italy:

Italy had never been on her list of destinations. She didn't understand why not, because it was gorgeous.

But seeing the sights was such a small part of it. She walked behind Oscar, Oscar Piastri the Formula One driver, as he led her through the paddock.

"This can't be real," she said for the fourteenth time since they'd climbed out of the car.

Oscar laughed at her. "It's real," he assured her as he took her to the McLaren garage. He stopped for a second and gave her a minute to step closer and take his hand.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me you were a race car driver," she said as she squeezed his hand. It wasn't a comforting squeeze, but it had Oscar laughing, again.

"I did," he insisted.

"Yeah, after we'd had four cocktails!"

He led her through the garage, to his drivers room. "Okay, okay. How can I make it up to you?"

He shut the door behind him and she stepped closer. "Hmm," she said and pushed his hair out of his face. "Take me back to Paris?"

"Paris?"

She hummed.

"Okay," he answered, still holding her hand. "I'll take you back to Paris."

[0oolookitsme]

Sleepy Drunk

This is short, and bad. I've just been out of it and writing some angsty Klaus Mikaelson fanfics on my other blog, @aklaustaleteller (check it out if you're interested!) But I do think I'm getting back in my Harry groove, so wish me luck because I'm going to go and try to write a fic set in Hogwarts (and yes, I'm making Styles a Slytherin :))

Verse - Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count - I'm too tired to check but it's definitely less than 1k.

Warnings - Drunkenness ...*shrugs*

"C'mere," Hary mumbled, opening his arms for her.

She let a sloppy smile slip at that and lost her balance while getting up and slowly but surely staggering into his arms. Letting her body limp on him, she giggled when Harry walked backwards and dragged her into the bathroom.

"Sit," he asked of her as he washed his hands and once done, he turned and noticed that she had fallen asleep standing against the door.

Drying his hands, Harry placed his hands on her hips to move her. "C'mon, sit," he said but when she kept smiling at him, Harry sat her up himself.

"You really are a handful when you're drunk," he chuckled, shaking his head.

"No, I'm not," Y/n pouted, slapping his arm as he tied her hair up into a bun, at least close to one. "No, I'm not!" She protested once again as if he hadn't heard her.

"Okay, okay -- you aren't!" Harry surrendered, laughing and rubbing his wet hands on her face to get it wet. He then gently rubbed some cleanser on her face, watching in intrigue as her makeup started mixing up.

"Um -- I think I was supposed to wipe it off first," looking at her nervously, he trailed off.

"It's okay, I didn't have much on," she giggled, followed through by a hiccup.

With a smile on his mouth, Harry wiped off her face and began looking through serums when he heard her tell him that the toner was on the right end.

"Yes, yes," he mumbled to himself as he took the bottle out and sprayed some on her face from a little too far ...but it worked just fine.

Patting that into her skin, he went back to the serums and picked out the ones he's seen her apply the night before while he was brushing his teeth. Putting drops of each one, he massaged them in before putting the other ones on.

"Moisturizer, yes?" He asked, unsure whether it should be her eye cream instead.

She shook her head, her eyes closed and head resting against the mirror.

"Well, I can't seem to find your eye cream," Harry sighed, deciding to just skip it for a night.

He took out some of the moisturizer in his palm and put it on her face, proceeding to rub it in as gently as he could.

"I think that's it... we're skipping the eye cream and brushing tonight," he laughed boyishly, lifting her off of the counter and taking her to bed. "I can never perfect the art of changing your clothes," he shook his head, looking at the clothe she'd gone out in spilled everywhere in the room.

"I thought you'd change overtime but you're still that sleepy drunk that you were in uni," he chuckled, sliding the duvet over her as light snores began passing from her mouth again.

"Sleep tight, sleepy girl," he whispered, another smile creeping up his lips before he placed a kiss on her forehead.

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

"I've never done this before," says Dorcas.

Barty chuckles and shakes his head. "C'mon, it'll be fine, 'cass. Don't you trust me?"

Dorcas ponders. Does she? Of course, she trusts Barty... perhaps a bit more than she should.

She eyes Barty suspiciously. This is dumb. Very dumb. Maybe even the dumbest idea Barty has ever had—which means a lot. He only ever has dumb ideas, after all.

"...okay," sighs Dorcas, "I'll do it—but if you end up with a bad infection, it's not my fault."

Barty nods and gives Dorcas one of his famous grins. It looks a little sumber than usual since he is missing one of his front teeth. Dorcas told him about the tooth fairy when it fell out. In return, she got a weird look and a bunch of questions she'd rather not answer.

That's how Dorcas learned that purebloods have never heard of the tooth fairy. She finds it a bit pitiful that those children won't even find money under their pillow.

Slowly, Dorcas moves closer to Barty. She picks up the needle sitting on the small coffee table and puts the tip into the fire.

"I read that this sanitizes the needle," explains Dorcas at Barty's questioning look. "Even if I hate you, I'd rather not have you be all sick and whiney—you're annoying enough as it is."

The boy laughs, obviously not taking the tiniest of offense at what she's saying. Dorcas finds he never does. Barty is quick to act out, alone in his first week he'd broken three jaws, but he never acted out at Dorcas. He once screamed at Regulus, but after watching the boy flinch and cower, Barty never did it again.

Sometimes she thinks about it. How is that she can do whatever and Barty never even get's remotely mad at her?

Dorcas doesn't understand. Maybe she'll never will. Or, maybe one day she will. Surely, there must be an age where she knows everything.

But even if there is an age like that, she doesn't think she'll ever understand Barty. He must be one of those mystery's her mother always talk about. Mystery's that have no answers. The kind of stuff that's only there to give people headches and make them mad.

...now that she thinks about it, that does describe Barty. So yeah, perhaps Barty is one of those mystery's. Maybe she shouldn't question him then and just simply pierce his ear. She'll understand him eventually.

Probably.

Whatever.

[acourtofthought]

SJM regressed the growth of both Nessian and Elucien from ACOWAR to ACOFAS.

Naturally, after Nessian's book I'd expect Elucien? I will admit, the HOFAS stuff seem to shine a light on Az, but I don't see why he HAS to be next.

I love Gwynriel, I love Gwyn and I love Az when he's interacting with Gwyn

But Az getting his HEA before Lucien and Elain would make me so mad. No because if he had a mate, and if another male went after her.. he'd end the guy. For someone who values his 'religion' (eye roll, the cauldron, mother whatever) he seems to disrespect it by going after another male's mate. Would he have done it to his brothers? Why is no one talking about this? And he's not even after Elain for a romantic reason!

No slander to Elain though, girlie is new to all this. I understand her even if she frustrates me at times (like tryna kiss Az when Lucien was there, I totally get her wanting a fling, but I wish she'd literally picked any other day plz my heart hurts for Lulu)

And honestly, I see why announcing Azriel's book would make E*riels seethe.. but, I would feel more vindicated if Sarah announces an Elain book with Lucien. Given how much they keep crapping on Lucien, it would stun them.

Something you said above stood out to me and is a bit different than the way I usually approach Elucien being next. I do think she deserves her time to shine after so many books of being pushed to the side by the other characters, same with Lucien. But I also think it's time for readers to understand why she is treating Lucien this way, what she was thinking on Solstice when her mate was nearby. That is such a topic of debate in the fandom. The other side claims it's proof Elain doesn't care for Lucien, some Gwynriels and Elucien's are a little put off by her seeming lack of concern, and some don't hold it against her but they want to understand why she did what she did. I think it would be odd for the author to let yet another Solstice pass by with zero insight as to why it happened that way (especially if at that point an Elucien endgame is all but confirmed if Gwynriel were to end up together). That's another book where readers are left puzzled by her actions with no explanation. Another book where readers are still frustrated by those actions with no explanation. At some point the author has to begin providing reasons for why a character is behaving the way they are and I think we're there with Elain. Why is she often absent from important IC meetings? Why are people noting different expressions on her face, watching her do things and deciding what those things mean but then being given information that contradicts their initial impression? Why was she warm then cold towards Lucien? Why did Feyre think maybe she wanted her hands cut up which is why she didn't use the gloves Lucien gave her but the following year we have confirmation that Elain is wearing gloves (just not Lucien's)? Why did Nesta think she was so happy and settled only for Elain to confirm she still has trauma? I personally love Elain but I can't pretend she's a fan favorite and I think the main reason for that is Sarah has her character remaining a bit of a mystery, giving us varying opinions through the other characters which confuses many. I think she has a lot of depth and there are very valid reasons for the way she's behaving but since we don't have confirmation of anything, to others it is at times going to look as if she's being unkind or thoughtless. Again, I think an author can only write this kind of narrative for a character for so long before the character ends up being written off by the fandom and I do feel this is a perfect time for Sarah to finally reveal Elain to all of us before the hate of her becomes worse.

[dr-trafalgar-law]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

6

The morning started calmly enough. You'd woken up a little too early, so you pulled Azul up from the foot of the bed to snuggle. She'd turned out to be very affectionate, especially after being able to remove her e-collar. Wherever you sat or laid down, she was right there. If she could crawl up into your clothes to be closer to you, you believed she would.

As you were drifting back off to get a few more minutes of sleep something shifted and fell outside your window. The loud thud startled Azul and she reared back headbutting you in the mouth. It took a few seconds for you to register what just happened between the pain and Azul's barking. You nearly gagged as blood pooled over your tongue.

Quickly you hopped up and rinsed your mouth out so you could assess the damage. Thankfully your teeth were still intact. Your bottom lip however, was split and swelling by the second. After grabbing a paper towel and an ice pack you sat back down in your bed to calm down. Poor Azul approached carefully with her ears back and licked your forearm.

“I'm ok mama,” you rubbed between her ears, “I know you didn't mean to.”

It was still early as you stood in the break room sipping your cold brew. The last thing you wanted was hot coffee touching your poor split lip.

Law also arrived at the practice before most of the day shift to do some prep before a day full of procedures. He'd hoped to make it to the break room before anyone else to make his coffee in peace. When he rounded the corner, there you were. Coffee already brewed and his favorite mug set out next to Marco's.

You winced, flashing a quick smile at him, “Thanks for the coffee the other day.”

His gaze dropped straight to your lips, “What happened there?”

“You should see the other guy.” You chuckled, covering the wound with your left hand.

“What?” His eyes widened in genuine surprise.

“Ahah-ow.” You winced again, “it hurts to laugh. I was joking. Azul bonked me in the face this morning.”

“May I?” He asked, stepping closer to you.

It was endearing to see the doctors get into their medical zone. You nodded, moving your hand. Your stomach flipped as he carefully tipped your chin up to get a better look. He didn't make any more effort to touch you other than tilting your head slightly left and then right. The contusion was deep purple, almost making the cut impossible to see. You started to feel warm having him so close and focused on your face.

“Think I'll recover doc?”

“Of course.” He blinked and stepped back, “Honestly, it might need a stitch. The cut is pretty deep.”

“Ah,” he watched you shift, “I was going to have Dr. Newgate, uhm… take a look at it.”

Law's brow twitched before relaxing in realization, “So, you know.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, “All of the staff does. We don't talk about it though, don't worry.”

“You two look cozy over there.” Shachi called as he entered the room.

“I was just…” Law trailed off as the redhead swiftly stepped forward cupping your cheeks.

“F/N! What happened?!” He snapped back to the doctor, “you let her just walk around in pain like this?”

Law's eyes widened briefly before narrowing in irritation, “I-”

“Azul headbutted me. Dr. Trafalgar was only taking a look, calm down.” You chuckled, placing your hands on Shachi’s wrists.

Law filled his cup and made his way back to his office while the tech gushed and prattled on. He couldn't believe he'd just done that. If there was one non-medical thing he was skilled at since joining Phoenix Rising - it was avoiding the adorable, charming, doe-eyed receptionist. He didn't have time in his life for love. Especially not with a coworker.

“Well, you never do anything half assed-yoi.” Dr. Newgate adjusted his glasses with his free hand while your chin rested in the other.

“Consistency is something I strive for.” You replied.

“As usual, I won't heal it completely but you won't need any stitches.” He held up his right hand as his index finger ignited into soft blue flames.

“Are you sure your girlfriend is ok with this~?” You teased as he lowered his hand to touch your lip.

Marco furrowed his brow in contrast to the bright blush that spread across his face.

“Hush, or I won't heal anything-yoi.” A devious smirk tugged at his lips, “I hear you and Trafalgar were getting along this morning.”

It was your turn to blush.

“Do me a favor and don't heal Shashi’s fat lips when I'm done with him.”

“I'm almost done, be still.” He chuckled.

The flames of Marco's phoenix devil fruit were warm and comforting. You could feel the sting of your cut lessen as it was healed.

“All finished-yoi.” He declared stepped away from you.

“Thanks doc, you're the best.” You gently touched your lip and gave him a bright smile before reaching for the door.

“I expect a coffee tomorrow as payment!” He called after you.

“You got it.” You waved as the door shut behind you.

The majority of the day passed by uneventfully. Dr. Newgate left early after his last appointment for the day cancelled. After Dr. Trafalgar’s last procedure of the day he appeared in the lobby still dressed in his navy scrubs. He walked over to stand across the desk from you with a few forms in his hands.

You watched his eyes shift from the paper to you, “Sugar -” A bright blush exploded across his face while you looked up at him equally embarrassed.

He opened his mouth again but nothing came out.

You cleared your throat as he looked at the papers again.

“That's the patient I just worked on.. not you.” He murmured, “Can you please scan this and email it to the client?”

“Sure.” You reached up for the paper.

Normally he would have left by now but an awkward silence was building.

“Do you need it back?”

Before he could answer you the front door swung open startling you both.

“Quick please!” A woman shouted as she burst into the lobby carrying a miniature dachshund that was convulsing.

Law didn't hesitate to take the dog from her and rush to the treatment area. You paged for the treatment techs to meet him there and grabbed a premade folder of paperwork you kept on hand for just such occasions. Quickly you took the frantic client into an exam room to get the forms filled out and help her calm down before one of the treatment techs could come in and get history from her.

“I… Google said it would treat his cancer.” She muttered, shakily taking the clipboard.

“What did you give him?” You asked, feeling uneasy.

“I-it said ivermectin* w-would help…” She sobbed.

“Ivermectin?” You asked hoping that wasn't what she’d actually said.

“Yes. The article said it would-”

“How much did you give him?” You interrupted knowing you needed to get this information to the doctor immediately.

“Half the tube.”

“I'll be right back.” You stepped out the backdoor into the treatment area and froze.

The room was buzzing as a translucent blue sphere bloomed around Dr. Trafalgar and the seizing dachshund. His golden eyes snapped to you as he raised his left hand.

He has a devil fruit.

** Ivermectin is a horse dewormer. Do NOT ever take this yourself or give to any pet that isn't a horse!

This is actually something that happened. (Not at my clinic)

Do not give your pet anything that was not authorized by their veterinarian.

[muninnhuginn]

Writers tag game

Prompt: share some writing

Thanks for the tag, @miyamiwu!

So, I'll be honest, I don't actually have any WIPs I'm intending to do anything with, but I have some oldish abandoned stuff I managed to relocate. It's back from 2021 so in my Untamed era and this bit was specifically set during Fatal Journey*:

Nie Huaisang woke blearily, cold seeping into his clothes from the floor. It was dark and it took several seconds to remember where he was. He could hear the muffled sounds of clanging and voices. As he lifted his head off the ground, they slowly resolved themselves into the clash of swords and yelling. [...] He didn't know what to do. What would his brother do? Xichen-ge? San-ge? He had his flute with him– he could try Cleansing. This was what it was for, right? Before he could doubt himself further, he started playing, pouring all the qi he could muster into the tune. He'd practised for hours the night before, long after San-ge had left, but despite that, he hadn't truly thought then that he'd need to play so soon. Was that so naïve of him? As he watched, Da-ge began to slow in his movements and Nie Huaisang felt himself start to relax. He kept his lips to the flute, trying not to let his relief fool him into making mistakes. Still, he knew he only had to play a little longer and then they could all escape. Him, his brother, his cousin. They could flee far away from the darkness that haunted these halls. And then Nie Zonghui's head hit the floor. He stopped playing.

And then I had this other bit:

He'd messed up. He must have played a wrong note. Maybe he'd misremembered the entire thing? And now Nie Zonghui was dead and his brother - what looked like his brother - was stood, Baxia dripping blood to the floor. [...] The sword was pointed at him. He tried to hold himself steady as he looked down the blade. Tried to blink away the tears that kept escaping without his permission. He could tell he was failing, unable to stop the trembling, but he forced himself to meet the eyes at the other end of the sword. He couldn't die here. He refused to die here. After all, he was the only family his brother had left.

*(it was meant to be part of a short time travel fic where post-canon characters went back not long before NMJ died. It would've had flashbacks to Fatal Journey interspersed with the "present" up until the point at which future NHS tipped off past NHS about the poisoned music. I actually got as far as figuring out where I wanted all the characters to be at the end of it, but I ran out of motivation pretty quickly so there's only this WIP stuff and the intro part written in the end.)

Ahh not sure who to tag when it comes to writing stuff. I know @roseofcards90 and @floofiestboy write some stuff? And anyone else who sees this who writes, feel free to consider yourself tagged ^^

[tamagotchikgs]

last post ended up deleting my tags so im continuing them here

[skrunksthatwunk]

found out that rascal's owner took him again while i was out, and he's probably not gonna be back since the semester's almost over. i don't even know if his owner's coming back next semester, if i'll ever see him again. if he'll ever see me again. why do they wait until im not around to do this? why do they never let me say goodbye to him?

[britneyshakespeare]

i have been working with kids for four years and i had to write my first ever note just now about a seventh grade boy being inappropriate towards me. i don't know what the hell this could possibly lead to or what. he was trying to feel my legs repeatedly to the point where i had to stop sitting next to him (and i was subbing for his one-to-one para!!!). he's got high support needs. in that kind of job, you're supposed to sit next to them all day and look over their work.

the teacher whose classroom this was happening in could also tell something was wrong. the whole class was acting kinda crazy because it was the day before school vacation week and there was another class coming in to share projects. so like, he was swamped with keeping order already. but we were sitting two feet away from his podium at the front of the room. the kid was giving him and me a hard time when he wouldn't take out his chromebook as he was instructed. and then when he did take out his chromebook, he immediately, for some reason, places it on my lap. he had been ogling my legs the whole time. he puts his computer ON MY LAP. and i'm just like, stunned, because what the hell? can you not keep it on your own lap, for some reason? i don't even know what to say, i just hold it a little above my lap while i'm thinking why on earth would this be happening? he would NOT do this to his regular para if she were here, would he? this can't be normal.

and the teacher sees this and within a minute places a stool in front of the kid for him to put his laptop on. and i'm like. oh ok. yeah. he notices exactly what's happening and that that's not appropriate. and then when the other class comes in to share projects he tells me "miss b——, you don't actually have to sit next to c—— this whole period if you don't want to." and he grabs me a chair for me to go sit with the other paras in the back opposite corner of the room. like he KNEW. and thank you mr. d—— for recognizing that because i was just kind of shocked and didn't know if i was overreacting in my head to all of this.

when there's a point in the class where the kids are discussing stuff, i privately mention what's happened to the para who's sitting closest to me. and she says that the thing about him calling me pretty is something he's been known to do, but the fact that he kept trying to touch my legs is new behavior. and that's a completely different class of behavior. i was telling him NO, don't do that, and he kept doing it. and the fact that he was calling me pretty repeatedly, even when i was giving him instructions that he wasn't taking. and this is the second to last class before the end of the day, so she says she'll take a walk with him before learning center and talk to him about it, and i'm grateful for that. she does. the kid apologizes to me as soon as i come into learning center. but like. WHAT the hell.

i'm STILL like what the hell. this is unfathomable to me. the other adults who i told about this or who witnessed it were supportive of me. but. what to do??? i wrote a long note to his regular para about this, because i knew she was going to hear about it at least from the first para i told. the second para i told about it after school had a kind of... i'm not gonna say enabling reaction, but i suppose since it had already been "taken care of" (or at least, he had been spoken to and apologized) she didn't really have much to add in the way of discipline. i told her what happened after school and she was just like... a little bit, laughing? like oh, yup, that dog. she at the very least confirmed he KNEW what he was doing, that that was not an accident. she said to me "i had a feeling he was going to develop a crush on you" (me and these other paras were together for most of the beginning of the day too). but it's like. it's not about that.

i have worked with children for FOUR years. children have had crushes on me before; i'm quite unfazed by it. boys from the ages of 5-to-15 have told me i'm so pretty before and asked me to marry them. i've never had them feeling up my legs before. i've never had them making me physically uncomfortable. it's NOT about this seventh grader having a crush on the pretty substitute. he is NOT unusual for that, at all. but i've never had a boy of any age or education level repeatedly touching my knees and thighs. THAT is problem behavior!!!

because what if i wasn't assertive enough with him to tell him to stop? what if i was a girl his age? worse, what if i was an adult who encouraged this behavior? i don't come to the middle school to be a seductress. i had no intention in putting on a pair of tights and a skirt this morning of being viewed as an attractive object, especially not by a pubescent boy. what if i did though? what if his interpretation of me wasn't so incorrect and offensive? what if i let him keep touching me inappropriately and saying flirtatious things to me? me, an adult in my mid-twenties, towards a middle school boy?

in no world would that be ok. if i had been feeling up and overly-complimenting a CHILD at my place of work, holy shit would there be reports about me. so a child acting that way could never be ok either. if it'd be firable for me to be reciprocating that action, then that action should not be happening to me. ever. and that child should never repeat that action again to any other adult again.

like i am simply not there to be treated as an attractive young woman. i put on a skirt that shows too much knee and get paired with a boy, though, and that's apparently just a natural consequence. hooo-ly shit. like i don't know what to do. first of all, the more time passes since this has happened, the more i am just unable to stop thinking about it. i wasn't "hurt" or too emotional in the moment but i'm just still processing it and it gets worse. i'm just more and more disgusted.

i don't know what i expect to come out of this, or the email i sent to his regular para. like, am i gonna have to attend a fucking meeting? what is the precedent that this sets for him? WHY do i feel BAD for him about this? well, because he's a child, of course. a child who has done wrong he may not be able to understand. but he knows WHAT he did. he just doesn't know WHY it was wrong.

and i couldn't even say something to him that was like, "well, how would you like it if i was touching you like this?" because young boys do not understand how inappropriate it'd be. i'm sure this kid thought he was gonna get away with what he was doing at the very least. but probably not unlikely he (being a child with no concept of how wrong it'd be) thought he could get some sort of "positive" attention for treating me like this. either way he was simply doing what he wanted to do, with no perspective of how it would make me feel or that it could be classified as harassment. teenage boys think it'd be awesome if the older attractive woman would reciprocate their affections. they're wrong. i, as the older attractive woman of his affection, cannot be the one to convince him of that, though.

i don't know. i don't know. like it's just so not ok. but if i didn't tell another adult about this, he would've gotten away with it. he would probably do it again. and him being in trouble for it is not the same as him understanding that it was wrong. unless someone has a REAL talk with him about inappropriate attention and consent, it's not unlikely that he'll just repeat the behavior in a setting where he thinks he won't be caught or told on. THAT'S the problem. me, i could just never have to be this boy's para again. in my email, i didn't say that i would never be ok working with or around him ever again. he already knows i didn't like it and i'm not afraid to tell on him; as far as that lesson applies to me, individually, i think he's become too ashamed to repeat that.

i don't know. i don't know. i very much expressed that i, i guess, "forgave" him in the email that i wrote. i clarified that i was writing it for the sake of having it on the record. i think that could potentially be very important for the purposes of preventing further similar or escalating behavior from him in the future. i don't want him to be in trouble. i don't think i will be blamed for this, especially not with how promptly i acted, although i don't know to what extent this will be framed as me thinking i'm a "victim." i'm not... i don't feel victimized. i feel disgusted. i feel afraid for the sake of what could happen to or with him in the future, if he thinks behavior like his towards me today is ok.

i feel like if i end up having to further respond to this, this will be made about me. in a way it kind of was. is? in the moment it was happening, it was certainly about me. because i was the one this boy was giving all this unwanted attention to. but to make the consequences of this about me and to involve me any further, i also don't want. because i said what i said already, i don't care if a student has a crush on me. this isn't about me being the pretty substitute. i'm the pretty substitute all the time, to tons of people. that's not really something i've been concerned about up until now.

but do i have to reexplain my personal embarrassment? that i was wearing a skirt? that he was ogling my legs? really? what more do i have to gain from sharing that, other than having the adults at my place of work confirm or deny me in their heads as the pretty substitute? i don't know. perhaps that's REALLY overthinking it. but i don't want to be the substitute that caused a problem for this special ed kid. i don't wanna be the reason that he can't be around me anymore, the person people think of when they're monitoring how he's acting around girls and young women. i DON'T want to be the one people think of when they think of his past misbehavior. i'm NOT here for that.

that's just fucking humiliating. and in this being a thing that could follow him, i have to be ogled and touched over and over again in people's minds for this to be taken seriously. but for this to be swept under the rug would be even worse, no? i don't know. i hate this. the principal is a nice guy; i wouldn't be surprised if he and/or people from the special ed department reached out to me sympathetically about this. but i don't wanna be reached out to. i don't wanna have ppl i work with tell me "sorry that kid was just so attracted to you he couldn't help himself" like come on. if the kid himself doesn't change then i don't really care to remember this incident. and no one reaching out to me and saying they've talked to this kid will actually prove to me he understands. this is the kind of inappropriate behavior it takes years for people to understand why it was wrong, especially a child who has no idea. i mean come on.

[piplupod]

epic win at old lady group today: the group leader was struggling with a tangled up loose skein of yarn, so i scampered over to the other end of the table where was sitting and offered to untangle it and wind it into a centre-pull yarn bal for her since I remembered how to do it from just the other day fjdkdl and she was very confused why i would WANT to do that but she let me :3

so i got to untangle yarn AND wind a yarn ball AND help someone i appreciate, three things i love doing - YIPPEE !!!

[pigeon-feet]

i miss riding horses. i was taking lessons last year but my instructor wanted to move things along much quicker than i could handle and it stressed me out enough that it wasn't fun and i had to quit. she threw me into responsibilities that i wasn't ready for entirely because my method of learning is different than i guess she was used to and she assumed i had everything down pat when i very much didn't. i'm very put off by the whole idea of riding again because of that entire experience and also the fact that i pick up on things so poorly. but i want to, i miss it. idk .

[sysig]

Baby’s first successful molt under our care ♥

[vaugarde]

my barest thoughts is that. im sorry idk if i like the rebellion ending

[spoonyruncible]

UH-OH

Five minutes. All it takes is five minutes of not paying attention.

Rose ate my glasses, which wouldn't be that much of a bother but those are my only glasses. I, uh..... Fellas, unfellas, reverseoppositefellas, tangent, I might be blind for a bit. Like, no fooling blind. I'm not actually capable without them. I can't read street signs, I sure can't see a bus coming or even comfortably navigate.

I can't exactly afford new glasses so.... I don't know. Welcome to me being functionally blind for possibly several months.

[seawitchkaraoke]

Loving going to the gym, it's a great supplement for the other sport I do, both to further train the muscles I need to yeet ppl higher for cheerleading and to train the muscles that don't get trained enough from the other stuff I do but.

The gym alone could never be enough for me bc I am fundamentally a lazy person. I'm not gonna really ever push myself as far on my own as I will when we're soo close to hitting this stunt, let's do it one more time, come on

Anyway we did double base for almost the full 90 minutes yesterday (one flyer on just two bases), most of the speed upwards has to come from me, I am so sore but yes we did hit it

[purplesuitcowboy]

tw: rape, incest, abuse

look at the tw, please don't read this if that's not what you're looking for because that's what this is.

Lindsey heard her mother, Carol, before she saw her. She was yelling at Lindsey before she'd even gotten to her room. It was a regular occurrence in the household. Her mother, though, had finally reached her breaking point. She stormed into her daughter's room and grabbed her by her hair, pulling her out into the living room where her step father, Frank, was calmly waiting on the couch. Trying to avoid getting her hair yanked out of her scalp, Lindsey hunched over stumbled awkwardly behind her mother.

"I won't have it any more. You will learn respect," her mother yelled at her, hands planted firmly on her hips.

She was deposited on the floor in front of her step fathers feet. Lindsey tried to stand but was pushed down to her knees.

"No, you can stay right there," her mother hold her, holding her firmly by the shoulder. "Grounding you hasn't fixed your attitude but I know something that will."

Her mother nodded at Frank and he nonchalantly got up, sauntering over to them. He stopped in front of Lindsey and fished his thick cock out of his jeans. Lindsey's eyes widened at the sight of it. She'd always found her step father attractive even if he was a massive asshole but she didn't realize that his cock was huge. She felt warmth bloom between her legs as she looked at it. Under different circumstances, she'd be dying to get a fat cock like that inside of her. He rubbed the thick mushroom head of his dick against her soft lips, smearing precum on her mouth. Lindsey tried to jerk her head back to get away but her mother stopped her, pushing her head into Frank's waiting cock.

Reluctantly, she opened her lips and Frank quickly thrust his cock into her mouth. He placed a hand on her head, holding her still as he roughly fucked her mouth. Lindsey gagged and sputtered on his cock, split leaking down her chin and on to her chest. Whenever it got to be too much and she tried to jerk her head away, her mother held the back of her head to keep her in place. The whole while Lindsey's pussy throbbed and ached, seemingly begging her to rub her clit and provide her some relief.

"That's it. Be a good girl and suck your step-daddy's dick. It's hard to be a disrespectful cunt with a mouth full of cock, huh? You don't want to behave? That's okay," her mother said, voice turning sickly sweet. "I'll just let your step father fuck you until you change your mind."

The best Lindsey could do was cast a baleful look in her mothers direction. The threat of her glare was significantly reduced by her current predicament, her teary eyes and spit soaked mouth were less than intimidating. Suddenly, Frank grabbed the back of her head, pulling her face towards him. His cock filled her throat and Lindsey writhed, trying to get away but trapped. He came with a grunt, filling her mouth with his salty cum. It felt like he came an eternity. Little pricks of color dotted Lindsey's vision as she struggled to remain upright. He released her and she jerked her head way, sputtering and coughing as she tried to catch her breath. Carol smiled at her husband.

"How was that?"

He nodded in response to Carol's question but his eyes remained on Lindsey who sat miserably on the floor.

"I don't think, I'm done with her yet," he told Carol. Somehow, her smile seemed to grow wider and she reach down to stroke his cock, jerking it until he was hard again. Assuming they were distracted, Lindsey tried to make a break for her room but they caught her before she had left the living room, working together to drag her to the couch. Frank plopped down and Carol shoved Lindsey so she fell onto his lap. After a bit of a shuffle, they pulled down her panties and sat her down on Frank's cock. Lindsey grunted as her tight pussy was suddenly filled with Frank's thick cock.

"Fuck," Frank said with a groan, thrusting lazily into Lindsey's cunt. "That's good pussy. She's nice and wet too, fucking slut."

The room was quickly filled with the "slck, slck, slck" sound of Lindsey's wet cunt as her step father fucked her. Carol bend down and watched, delighted, as her husbands cock stretched out her daughters little pussy. Lindsey tried not to moan, she didn't want to give them the satisfaction, but she couldn't help the whimpers and sighs that escaped her lips as she bounced on her step father's cock.

"Look at that, nice and creamy," Carol purred as she reached down to rub her daughters clit. Lindsey tried not to cum, her body tensed as she tried to resist the pleasurable sensations. Despite her resistance, their combined ministrations the feeling quickly overtook her. It was like being swept away in a wave pool. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her body with overcome by the force of her orgasm. Frank thrust's go frantic as he cums inside of her cunt. The pleasure made her nice and pliant, and she sagged against her step father's body. Satisfied, Carol left the two of them on the couch to get dinner started.

Frank kept Lindsey on his cock as he relaxed on the couch. One hand, he slipped up Lindsey's top so he could grope at her perky tits and play with her nipples. With the other, he toyed lazily with her clit, working her up to orgasm over and over again to keep her wet and desperate but never letting her cum.

"Maybe next time," he says, tugging particularly hard on her nipple." I'll fuck you in front of a mirror so we can both watch those tits bounce."

Eventually, he got annoyed with her whines and whimpers. He pushes her face down into the couch cushions and using her head to prop himself up, roughly fucks her cunt until he cums, depositing another load into her womb. Finally given more stimulation, Lindsey easily orgasms, shaking under him as she cums. By the time dinner was finished, she was a sticky mess, desperate to take a shower and change clothes.

Lindsey assumed that when she woke up the next day, this whole mess would be over - her mother would be satisfied that with her weird punishment and Frank would leave her alone. She was quickly proven wrong on this front when early in the morning, Frank slipped into her bed and slid his hand into her panties, rubbing her sensitive clit with his thick fingers. He got her nice and wet before he fucked her again, pulling her panties to the side and easily slipping his cock into her wet cunt. Thoughtlessly, Lindsey rubbed her clit until she came on her step daddy's dick. Like usual, he came inside, filling her cunt with his seed, but fell asleep in her bed with his dick nestled in her wet folds.

To her horror and embarrassment, Lindsey quickly found herself craving her step dad's dick. She found herself day dreaming about him walking in on her while she was showering or brushing her teeth, bending her over the nearest piece of furniture and fucking her until he filled her cunt with his cum. She never got to experience that particular fantasy but he fucked her plenty. He particularly enjoyed having her cock warm him while he watched football.