#thanks a lot autocorrect or whatever that is

[zenmom]

Yeah, the competition’s over. It seems nobody was going to ask me anything, so from the extras I got from only two requests, I had a bit of fun with them:

S’s tiny ass thumb lol. And guess what popped up 😭 such a roast:

Remember when I said something in tags about my mind’s intrusive thoughts winning? Yeah this is the result:

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[astarionxhappiness]

This is my first piece of writing in about five or so years, so thank you Astarion for giving me that fire again.

I did my best to find all the typos, but this was written on my phone at about 1 AM while half asleep, and autocorrect is a bitch, so bear with me.

Prompt: you have a bad past of sexual abuse, but catch feelings for Astarion.

Word Count: A little over 4,000 words

Warnings: mentions of sexual abuse if you squint a bit. Fluff. Lots of fluff.

The two of you had been traveling together for some time now. And while you had gotten of to a rocky start, you felt that you had grown a rather strong bond over the past months.

Though you supposed that facing constant and never ending threats, as well as having a tadpole connecting your very minds could do that to anyone.

Having to constantly put your life into another's hands like that. . All of your trust. And in turn, they offered you the same.

It had been years since you had felt such trust for a person. Such faith and warmth. And to a vampire spawn no less.

The thought made you smile to yourself with great amusement, biting your bottom lip absently and tugging.

Perhaps it wasn't even putting your trust in a vampire spawn. . Perhaps it felt funny to find yourself putting your trust in him.

"What's so funny?"

The words knocked you from your daze, bringing your attention back to the world around you.

The sound of the crackling fire, the uncomfortable log making your ass sore the longer you remained seated on it. The night air chilling your skin through the thin fabric of your tunic.

"Tav?" Astarion's voice sounded again, ever demanding. His tone made you look over at him quickly.

"You keep doing that today. . Are you falling ill or something?" You did not offer a response to this rhetorical question, knowing it was asked out of fussiness from being ignored, rather than genuine concern.

"I'm just thinking," you replied, glancing over at him again. "Nothing is funny."

You had had a hard time looking at him all day. You knew it had to do with the dream you had had the night before, though you were still having trouble admitting it to yourself.

The very memories of it made you feel flush.

"Oh?" He quirked a brow as he gazed at you from the corner of his eye, his head tilted back in a manner that showed off his jaw nicely.

"And what is it you're thinking about so intently then, hm? It must be something quite interesting to have you so distracted." The suggestive smile and knowing glint in his eye made you flush, looking away bashfully.

"Whatever you think it is, I can assure you it isn't that," you replied with vehemence, listening to him burst into musical laughter.

"Oh, it truly is so much fun to tease you, darling" he replied, tilting his head to look at you, a smile dancing on his lips that showed off his fangs.

"So what was it, then? If not the idea of me ravishing your body?" He had been making such jokes more and more for weeks now, but the immersion did nothing to stop your face from going red once more, forcing you to look away from him so he wouldn't see.

Not that it truly mattered. You knew he could tell exactly what your reaction was. Hence the reason he loved to make comments.

"Astarion, could I ask you something?" You found the nervous words leaving your mouth before you could stop them, making your body tense.

Your head remained bowed, gazing intently at your lap.

The smile fell from his lips, a look of uncertain curiosity taking place in his features instead.

"What's on your mind, darling?" He asked, making you wring your hands together.

"Do you. . Do you actually like being with people?" The question made him pause for just a moment before a smile cracked the far more real expression that had come before it.

A breathless laugh left his lips.

"Of course," he replied, unwilling to admit to the possibility that that was in fact a lie.

He felt the question was building to something more, and he was unwilling to make himself unavailable should you want him.

His eyes squinted slightly in curiosity when you offered little more than a nod of your head, wringing your hands together.

"So. . So you enjoy. . Being touched?" You glanced over at him, tensing harder when you found his inquisitive gaze already looking back at you.

"Why are you asking me these things my sweet?" He asked. "Is it perhaps. . Because you really would like for me to touch you?" He brought his hand out to very lightly cover your wrist, making your breath catch.

Silence grew thickly between the two if you as your response to the question remained stuck firmly in your throat.

You startled violently when footsteps sounded from off to your left, followed by Wyll's voice.

"Are you two coming to eat? Gale's just finished cooking. " He hesitated as he spoke, watching Astarion's hand slide subtly off your wrist.

"I am actually not feeling particularly well," you replied, flustered as you got to your feet. "Excuse me." They both watched you go, having similar expressions if uncertainty as Astarion stood up next to Wyll.

You remained in your tent for the remainder of the evening, listening to the others talking and laughing over warm food.

You shivered absently as you laid on your bedroll, the thick furs feeling less warm than usual. You hoped that it was simply the nights getting colder, but you had a feeling it was rather your thoughts giving the impression of warmth leaving your body.

You shut your eyes, your fingers tracing the palm of your other hand tucked by your face as you heard Astarion reciting one of his favorite stories to the others, undoubtedly keeping the company of a nice glass of wine.

The tips of your fingers traced down to your wrist where his hand had covered just a few hours before, your mind wandering back to the dream that had corrupted your thinking all day.

You had sworn off touch long ago. Your experience with it being only violent and cruel.

You did not want it.

A simple brush of the shoulder led to temptation of touching one's arm. Then, perhaps the urge to move in closer. Feel their breath against your skin, inhale their scent. .

These were temptations that people seemed incapable to control.

No! You wouldn't risk it! Not again! Not ever again.

You would not be used for another's pleasure.

And yet. . Astarion had touched you, had he not? Not just tonight, but other times as well. Whether it was catching you mid trip, protecting you in a fight . . even waking you from a nightmare or two. .

You took in a deep breath as these memories crossed your mind. The feel of his hands clutching your shoulders, his soothing, concerned voice as he tried to calm you down.

You had felt faint that night, waking with the air out of your lungs.

You had fallen against him, your hands shaking, weakly grasping at his arms as you tried not to faint. You could still feel the sensation of your temple resting against his broad chest. The feeling of his cool hand coming to rest on the side if your head.

He had never stopped talking while you worked through your panic attack. Plenty of it was not actually comforting, but the simple sound of his voice grounded you. And his touch made you feel drunk.

You had pushed those feelings away after that night. but after your dream, after the vivid sensation of his touch against your skin, his soft voice easing your tension. . You knew the sensation. It was too vivid not to have been spawned from a memory.

That feeling of safety. . Never had you expected to ever feel it in your life. .

You bit your lip as you curled in on yourself, wrapping an arm around your torso.

If your fears were right, and all touching always led to pain and violence, then why had Astarion never tried anything?

Even tonight, the touch had been. . Gentle. Hesitant, almost. Offering the option for you to pull away if you so pleased.

But you didn't. Something about it felt right. Like having a taste of water when you didn't realize just how thirsty you were.

Perhaps. . Just maybe, it was possible to find safety with him.

You trusted him with your life, after all.

And from things he had told you in the past, you got the feeling he would understand the fear you had of being taken advantage of more than anyone.

Your attention was grabbed by the sounds of everyone getting ready to head to bed, most likely due to the rain that had begun falling, making it's presence known to you by tapping rhythmically against your tent.

You bit your lip, feeling your stomach twisting at the resolve you made.

You would just ask him. What was the worst that could happen?-

You had to stop your brain from answering this question.

It took you a little under ten minutes to harden your resolve.

You kicked off the thick fur blanket, stuffed your feet in your unlaced boots, and headed for the vampire's tent across the camp from yours.

Except, by the time your feet stopped in front of his tent, your resolve had weakened once more, leaving you standing in the dark with rain slowly absorbing into the thin layers of your clothes.

You were already shaking with nerves by the time that thunder boomed in the sky so loudly it had you yelping in surprise, your mind having been far more preoccupied with other things than the lightning overhead. flinging yourself through the flap of fabric that covered the entrance of his tent, you froze as you laid eyes on the man laying in the dim lamp light.

Your entrance made Astarion look up with a start from the spot on his bed, his finger marking the page of his book he had been reading.

He looked confused by your odd entrance, though your meek posture and flushed skin made him smile at you. It rather made your head dizzy and your feet want to run.

"Hello, beautiful," he greeted, his tone ever seductive. "I figured I would be seeing you again tonight." He shut his book in a way that had you wondering how many times he had practiced the motion in order to get just the right amount of seduction out of it.

He was. . Everything that you were not in such moments.

Confident, charismatic, smooth and seductive. Experienced, and more or less functioning.

You looked down, hands clasped before you.

"I-i didn't mean to bother you," you whispered, finding yourself far more nervous than you normally were.

"I just. . I wanted to ask you. ." You shut your eyes as your cheeks went bright red.

He couldn't help but notice the soft tremor rattling your body. Your meek position was not one he often saw you possessing. Only in moments when you were truly terrified or nervous about something.

It was, much to his horror, rather.. endearing.

He had only seen you in such a state a spare few times, but when he did, he had the odd urge to handle whatever it was causing it.

And in this case, he felt certain that the thing causing you trouble, he could definitely take care of.

He stood up, moving over to you, making your heart beat quicken with nerves.

He had a way of looming that made you want to flee.

When you flinched back from him, suddenly rethinking if your request was such a good idea, you watched to your great surprise as he took a step back, frowning.

"Are you scared of me?" He asked with sudden realization.

The action had not been made out of anticipation, or longing. No. . People did not flinch like that unless they expected something unpleasant to happen.

You looked up at him with round, horrified eyes.

"No!" You replied quickly, your body trembling a bit harder.

"I- no, of course not, I just-" he turned his head to the right slightly as he continued to look at you, frowning as he brows furrowed.

"I just get- nervous, with people. . Touching me," you finally managed to get out, sounding royally ashamed.

You had survived an illithid tadpole swimming around in your skull, the crashing of a ship you you were on only because of being abducted, countless perilous fights, and even knocked the head off of one or two goblins without ever skipping a beat.

But this. Proximity to someone that had never once tried to murder you, or handle you in a way you didn't want to be handled. . This terrified you?

It was only then that he realized you had always avoided being touched by others. You had never shown interest in any form of romance, or even friendly pats on the shoulder by the others in your little party.

You had always managed to casually and seamlessly avoid such interactions.

"Why do you get nervous being touched?" He asked, though he had his suspicions. "I assure you, love, there is absolutely nothing to be afraid of." He offered his hand out to you, but made no further attempt at contact. Remaining a respectful distance from you.

You looked away, a part of you desperately wanting to reach out and grasp his hand, feel the sensation that you had found yourself desperate to for.

You did not, however. You remained rigidly shaking in place as you looked away.

"You. . You said that Cazador, . . That he made you do things you didn't want to do? With him? And. . Others? " You whispered nervously.

It had been a conversation you had had with him some weeks ago, out on a ledge relaxing beneath the stars while the others slept.

He frowned at the mention, dropping his hand when the offer was not accepted.

"Yes," he replied, seeming slightly more guarded. "Why?"

You tensed as another roar of thunder raged in the sky, your eyes shutting.

"Well- someone. . Someone did things to me. To hurt me, and- and use me-" you looked up at him, eyes round and nervous, a part of you expecting to be met with disgust.

The expression you were met with however, was one of a silent understanding. The defense in his gaze softened.

Though the bitterness remained, you felt certainty that it was not directed towards you.

"I see," he replied, his suspicions finally being confirmed.

"So why are you here, then?" He tilted his head back slightly. "Trying to rewrite the pain in your past?" He guessed. "Well, I'm okay with that. Happy to be of service, darling." He offered you a charming smile as his weight shifted to one hip, his hand coming up to hang loosely at the wrist.

"No, actually," you replied, watching the false happiness slip off his features. "I-. . I wanted to ask if. . You would want. . " you scrunched your face, looking tortured.

"I can read your thoughts if you'd rather not say it aloud," he offered when you fell silent.

You looked only more pained by this offer, but nodded mutely, opening your mind to him as the request was caught in your throat.

He shut his eyes was he felt the connection take hold, swimming in your thoughts to latch on to the question stuck in your mind.

"Do I want to cuddle?" He demanded in confusion, taking an affronted step back, letting out a breathless laugh as he looked at you.

You tensed, shaking just a little harder at his reaction, your stomach twisting in a manner that made you glad you had not eaten that evening.

"I-. . No one's ever asked me that before," he went on, the vehemence in his voice dissipating as he looked at you, features taking on more trouble attributes.

He looked at you quietly, your small form shivering, your clothes clinging to your body wetly, making him wonder how long you had been outside his tent, too scared to come in and ask for such an odd. . Innocent, request.

The strange part was, it. . Sounded rather pleasant.

You had never asked anything of him before. You offered loyalty to him and never asked for anything in return. Not even his own loyalty to you.

You had fought for him. Saved him. Cared for his wounds, and been there for him in moments when he felt he could open up.

"I-" he hesitated as you stayed silently staring at him, waiting for something bad to happen.

He did not need an tadpole to read the nervousness and fear in your mind.

"-i think I would rather like tjat," he found himself genuinely admitting.

He offered his hand again to you, his demeanor soft and delicate. The same demeanor he had offered when he held you when you couldn't catch a healthy rhythm with your breathing.

You looked down at his hand, hesitantly stepping forward and putting your hand over his, feeling a rush if excitement and longing rush through you as you felt his fingers wrap gently around your hand.

You took another step closer to him, your mind almost blank as you shut your eyes, and wordless pressed your body against his in a gentle, soothing hug.

He hesitated as you did this, fairly certain no one had ever hugged him before this very moment.

It felt. . Warm. . Comforting, almost.

Safe.

He wrapped his arm around you after a moment of uncertainty, the hold tenuous and hesitant.

He kept your hand in his, pressed between your bodies up against your chests.

He shut his eyes, feeling himself melting into the embrace.

When you pulled away finally and looked up at him, he quietly used your hand still in his to tug you with him towards the bed on the ground. He sat down on top of the blanket, looking up at you wordlessly, his hand still tenderly grasping yours.

You took in a deep breath, looking down at him intently as you sat on the ground in front of him on folded legs, taking in another deep breath with nervous giddiness from the proximity.

It felt just as you had dreamed it. The warmth, the tenderness. .

You leaned forward for what Astarion instinctively expected to be a kiss, but found himself freezing when you pressed your forehead tenderly against his, your eyes shutting.

The soft little breaths you took in to try and calm yourself, soaking up the touch in a manner that clearly felt euphoric- it was not things that went unnoticed by the vampire spawn.

You were. . Positively adorable. The gentle way you hesitantly brought your hands up to let the very tips of your fingers touch either side of his face. The soft, earnest expression you wore as you soaked up the feeling of being touched . .

He shut his eyes, bringing his hands up to gently cover your hands, feeling your tadpole reaching out to his, should he want it.

Curious, he reached out, and felt himself tale an inhale as a feeling of warmth washed over him.

Feelings of care, and trust. understanding, and longing.

But not for the thing most people wanted from him. . It was a longing to be to see, as well as be seen. A longing for understanding.

He brought his hand to press against the mid of your back, gentle and coaxing, you slowly agreed to the request, and let him guide your body to press against his.

The touch felt so different than usual. Perhaps it was the connection of the tadpole, but it felt warm, and safe

You felt safe.

He had never felt such a sensation before in his life. To genuinely trust someone. To care for them.

There were small, subtle glimpse of pain in your thoughts. Ones that he found he wanted to prod at further, but resisted.

He brushed his nose against yours mindlessly, and you returned the action, feeling entranced as he opened his own mind mind you in return, letting you see how cared for you were with him.

You melted further into the touch, slipping your arms around his back, a hand coming up to the back of his hair mindlessly to play with the soft silver locks.

He brought his hands to your sides, keeping you pressed against him as he carefully headed backwards so you rested down on top of him, his fingers coming to run along the divot of your spine.

Wrapping your leg around him, you settled comfortably against him, the heaviness of your body on top of him feeling like a pleasant weighted blanket.

He let his hands roam along your wet clothes before making their way into your damp hair.

He wanted to ask how long exactly you had been out there to have gotten so wet, be he refrained, simply listening to the rain hit the tent as you both soaked up the comforting touch.

You folded the blanket up around the two of you after a time, and felt him roll you both a moment later.

You opened your eyes softly to look at him, gently resting your forehead against his once kore, though there was no tadpole connecting you this time.

"If you ever want someone," you whispered, bringing your fingers up to tenderly touch his cheek. "If you ever want to talk, or just. . Have someone to be with, I am here." You brushed your nose against his, watching his lids fall half closed.

He looked like he wanted to respond, but was perhaps, for the first time in his life, at a loss for words.

He felt an overwhelming sense for gratitude towards the offer. He had told you things before, but it had been in moments of weakness, or because it was necessary.

He had never shared just because.

"Well," he finally whispered, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "This. . Offer, goes for you as well." He looked down, clearly trying his best, but having a hard time with more vulnerability.

"Thank you," you murmured, inching a little closer. "I'm. . Astarion, I'm so sorry, for everything you had to go through." The words were spoken with great feeling, your heart aching thinking about of of the things be had admitted to happening.

"It's in the past now, well isn't it," he replied, stroking your cheek. "But. . Thank you, love," he added with a great deal more hesitancy.

You smiled slightly, which he found did odd things to his insides.

He sighed mentally to himself. He was not going to allow himself to feel things things for you- he couldn't.

You were just-

His breathing froze as you shifted up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and head as you shifted him so his head rested against your chest, the position feeling incredibly shielding and warm.

He felt his stomach twist, his throat strangely tight.

He wrapped his arm around your torso hesitantly after a moment, apprehensive.

No one had ever- held him before. It was not how this worked-

And yet. . He found his eyes falling shut with sudden exhaustion.

He cursed you, unsure what exactly it was about your touch that had him feeling so. . Melty. But it was unaccept-

Singing?

His ears perked up slightly, distracted from his thoughts as a sweet, soft melody gripped his attention instead.

His body eased to rest more heavily against you as his muscles relaxed.

Perhaps. . It would be okay just to relax and enjoy for a little while? And then he could get back to his plotting and manipulations later. .

He took in a deep breath, feeling your fingers touching his hair tentatively, running the tips of them through the outer layers of the silvery strands.

The soft vibration of your chest as you switched between signing and humming different parts of the song had him entranced.

You kept your gaze on him as you did so, feeling your stomach twisting with giddiness.

This had been it. It was just like you had dreamed. . The feeling of his arms around you, the dim light of the lantern casting calming shadows.

The tender, warm touch with none of the unpleasantness.

It was everything you had been craving and more.

You shut your eyes after a time, feeling him slowly heating against you as he slipped off into peaceful slumber.

You slipped down sleepily after nearly an hour of just enjoying the position of holding him safely in your arms.

You felt him shift in his sleep as you settled down against him, his arm wrapping around you, pulling you close.

You pressed your forehead against his softly, eyes shutting, feeling his breath tickle your face with every slow exhale.

You let your leg rest loosely in-between his, wrapping your arm around his waist before settling.

You slipped off a little while later to join him in slumber, the soft drumming of the rain and rumbling thunder in the distance lulling you to sleep.

[mulletmitsuya]

Toman Groupchat

Warnings: swearing, suggestive language, might be offensive idk (lmk if it is so i should take it down if necessary) , mentions of birth, mentions of alcohol and weed, gayness

Desc: it's Mitsuya's day of birth

Chifuyu: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MITSUYA-KUN ⚠️❗💜😋😁

Baji: what's up with the emoji's

Mitsuya: thanks Chifuyu

Baji: happy getting out of the pussy day

Mitsuya: 😐

Kazutora: didn't he get circumcised?

Mitsuya: man what

Baji: ...

Baji: fuck that gotta do with what i just said

Baji: you just say shit

Kazutora: i'm talking about his birth method

Kazutora: keep up, Keisuke 😐

Chifuyu: you're so fucking stupid

Kazutora: HOW AM I STUPID

Kazutora: Mitsuya's mom was circumcised

Kazutora: it wasn't a vaginal birth

Kazutora: he was essentially removed, rather than birthed

Baji: "he was essentially removed, rather than birthed🤓👆"

Mikey: bro how do you even know that?

Chifuyu: R U TALKING ABOUT A C-SECTION????

Kazutora: IS THAT WHAT I FUCKING SAID?? NO

Kazutora: i hate talking to stupid mf's 🙄

Baji: i don't understand why people say i'm the stupidest

Draken: *most stupid

Draken: you honestly proved everyone's point

Baji: fuck off

Mitsuya: ok you guys can shut up now

Draken: happy birthday Takashi

Draken: my sworn brother

Draken: my other half

Draken: my twin dragon

Draken: love ya man

Mitsuya: thank you Draken🙂

Baji: did u have socks on

Draken: ...?

Baji: you can't say "i love ya" and "my other half" without any socks on

Baji: it implies a sense homosexuality

Baji: but if you have socks on then it's fine

Draken: i'm sick of you

Baji: bro doesn't have any socks on 💀

Mitsuya: you guys can shut up now x2

Mitsuya: also

Mitsuya: you don't all have to say happy birthday just say it when we meet up cause i feel awkward saying thank you to every single one of you

Mikey: hope you enjoyed my birthday present 💪😎

Mitsuya: yeah...

Mitsuya: the half eaten taiyaki

Mitsuya: appreciate it

Mikey: anything for the homies ❤

Mitsuya: 😒

Draken: where's Hakkai

Draken: surprised he hasn't said anything about your birthday

Mitsuya: he's planning a surprise birthday party

Baji: surprise🤨?

Mitsuya: he told me not to not text him cause he's busy with my surprise birthday party

Mitsuya: i don't think he realized that he told me

Mitsuya: i don't wanna bum him out so i'll still act surprised

Mitsuya: i appreciate it either way

Chifuyu: Takemitchy, Angry and I have been helping him plan this for weeks, and he just fucking told you😐

Mitsuya: i guess lol

Mitsuya: also said he has a surprise for me

Baji: he's gonna tongue you down, i just know it

Mitsuya: stfu

Mikey: are y'all together or not

Mitsuya: don't know what you're taking about

Draken: bro's taking his time

Mikey: Mitsuya you're 21 now

Mikey: it's been 8 years???😭

Smiley: i may not have a birthday present but i'll bring queer and weed

Smiley: since y'all follow the law or whatnot and you're legal now

Smiley: hypocrites

Draken: what's wrong with following the law?

Smiley: you think beating people half to death was fucking legal, Draken?

Draken: well... no

Draken: doesn't mean we should abuse substances, underage

Smiley: ❤H Y P O C R I T E❤

Smiley: and a lot of the people we know smoke so idk why you're all the way in my ass rn

Draken: yeah but cigarettes aren't drugs

Smiley: weed >>>>> cigarettes

Draken: the ability to breath when i'm in my thirties >>>>

Smiley: fair

Baji: wdym you'll bring a queer and weed🤨

Smiley: why would i bring a queer when Mitsuya is literally right there

Smiley: i meant beer

Smiley: pride month changing my damn autocorrect😒

Kazutora: stop saying slurs

Smiley: bro the gays reclaimed that shit

Smiley: it's a blanket term for the ABCDEFG community or whatever the fuck

Draken: i feel like you're being homophobic

Smiley: nuh uh

Smiley: dude look

Smiley: 👬 👭

Smiley: see?😁

Smiley: am i still homophobic?

Baji: he got us there

Draken: wha-

Draken: what the fuck is that supposed to prove?

*Hakkai has gone online*

Hakkai: HI TAKA-CHAN

Hakkai: could you please come over to my place for no particular reason?🤔

Hakkai: hmmmm, it kinda feels like i'm forgetting something

Hakkai: maybe like, a public holiday?

Hakkai: who knows?🤷‍♂️

Hakkai: anyway

Hakkai: let's hang out like the regular days in which we are normal 🤗

Hakkai: see you soon 😁

Mitsuya: ...

Mitsuya: yeah sure Hakkai

Mitsuya: be right over

Hakkai: ❤

*Hakkai has gone offline*

Mikey: 💀

Chifuyu: i hate him

Baji: did he even fucking try

[joekeeray]

Broken Camera

part one of the after dark series + read part two here !

pairing: Peter Ballard/Nurse!Female Reader

summary: The night shift at Hawkins Lab is usually boring, but one night, orderly Peter Ballard makes it a little more interesting. No one will find out… right?

warnings/extra tags: explicit smut, MINORS DNI, mutual pining, fingering, dirty talking, unprotected sex, rough sex, spit kink (ill see myself out for this one), choking, degrading I think, but also praising babes, first time writing him so be warned, shout out to the bestie @gothbitchshit for the summary and beta reading and thirsting with me <3 , edited by me and autocorrect

note: i am not immune to jamie bower// this happened because every spicy lab fic i read i was like pls mention the cameras being off alsjskjssjha Thanks for reading and enjoy!

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It was still early into her night shift. The children had all been put to bed, but there was no telling if any of them would need medical assistance or a visit to the nurses. 

Her nights were typically quiet though, filled with paperwork left to her by the morning and afternoon nurses since they were well aware she had the time to do them. She became used to the solitude, and slow nights where her only interaction was with the clicking of the keyboard as she filled out reports or just sitting around reading a book one of the guards smuggled in for her.

This night though appeared it would be more eventful though as only an hour into her shift, one of the lights on the board beside her began to blink. 

It signified that she was needed in whatever room the light was blinking indicated, which meant that at least for the first hour of her shift she could do something useful other than doing the work her coworkers didn’t want to bother with. 

With her standard medkit in hand, she left the tiny office and began to walk down the eerie, bright halls toward the room that the blinking light had told her to go to. It wasn’t far, but it was just at the edge of her assigned sector and she had to pass through a guard’s station to be buzzed in.

She greeted the night shift guard with a tight smile, and his eyes fell over her body, taking in her obvious nurse’s uniform.

“Got a call?” He asked her as she pulled out her keycard and handed it to him so he could buzz her through to get to the other part of the building. 

“Yeah,” she replied, “It’s not urgent, but at least it gets me out of that tiny office.” 

He had chuckled as he scanned her card, and pushed the door open for her, “Well, have fun then Nurse.” 

She nodded at him and took her card back before walking through the door and continuing her journey. She did wonder who would have needed her all the way over here, as the children’s rooms were on a separate floor, but a lot of people who worked at the lab also lived in it, so she safely assumed it was probably some scientist whose experiment went wrong and needed light medical assistance. 

When she finally got to the room, she used her keycard to unlock it and pushed the large door open to reveal a lab like she figured it would be. The lights were dimmer in here though, which was odd as every room seemed to have those annoying fluorescent lights that buzzed. 

“Hello?” she called into the lab, “It’s the nurse you called for, is everything alright? Are you hurt?” 

She flickered the main lights on then, brightening up the room, and her eyes scanned the clean lab for her patient when her eyes fell upon someone standing by one of the lab tables. She blinked for a moment, recognizing the blonde haired man who stood there in an all white orderly uniform. 

“Peter?” she asked, worry crossing her features as he must’ve been her patient, “Is everything okay?” 

She was walking toward him, and he turned his head to meet her concerned gaze. 

“I’m okay,” he told her, “I’m glad it was you who came though, I wasn’t sure if the room I chose was too close to the other night time nurse.” 

She stared at him incredulously after her eyes flashed all over him in search of any visible injuries that she still believed she was here for.

“So there is nothing wrong?” He shook his head once, and smiled tightly at her as she crossed her arms and sighed, “Peter…come on, I have work to do. What if there’s an actual emergency?” 

“You and I are well aware that you are on call right now, so any emergencies go to a nurse in a different sector,” he reminded you, then he tilted his and continued to say, “Besides, I just wanted to see you.” 

Peter stepped closer to her, and she was quick to step away from him despite the warmth that had grown in her chest at his last statement. She tore her eyes away from him, saying his name warningly, as she searched for the inevitable camera in the room.

It was something she was always aware of since being sent here by the government to work as one of their many nurses on their Lab's medical team, and something she became very hyper aware of since meeting Peter Ballard, afraid that they would catch their lingering stares and passing smiles, and hand touches.

It was a few months ago when she was called to his bedroom on the rare occasion she got called in the night hours. He donned the burn marks of the tasers the guards and other orderlies would carry around on his neck, so it was clear he had broken a rule of some sort set by Dr. Martin Brenner and was punished for it, even when he was just an orderly. It had made her sick to her stomach.

They had been tender and red, and painful to the touch. He was so quiet, his blond hair mussed up and his face red with agitation and pain, and when he looked at her, he looked at her with hatred that wasn’t necessarily meant for her, but at what happened. 

So, she was gentle with him as she possibly could be, applying the proper medication to his wounds and tending to him with precision. He had seemed to calm down in her care, his body that was once tense with anger and frustration turning calmer. It was when he had looked up at her as she wiped the blood off an open cut, and finally acknowledged that she was here where something seemed to have clicked between them. 

Since then, a friendship had formed, and then, there was clearly something more there, something that had her yearning for him in a way she shouldn’t be, and she thought of him in ways a nurse shouldn’t think of an orderly and co-worker. 

It was just as well because she knew the cameras were there, a man behind them always watching. In fact, one of Martin Brenner’s first words to the new hires was that there wasn’t one thing that went on in his lab that he didn’t know about, and it really stuck with her as she tried to find it in the room.

“If you are looking for the camera, it’s over there,” Peter had said, her eyes met his and saw he had nodded his head behind her. She turned her head, squinting her eyes a bit to see the camera sitting in the top corner of the room. 

It surprised her that he hadn't seen it in her first scan of the room, and before she could turn around, she felt his hands gently grazing the small of her back. She tensed up at his touch, her breath hitching softly and nervously. 

“The camera…” 

“The camera is not on,” he told her as his hands gently moved upward, past her shoulder blades before resting on her shoulders, “Look…” 

She looked closer at the camera, now realizing she hadn't seen the camera because the little red light that indicated it was on wasn’t shining. It was always the first thing she looked for as it always stood out when she’d scan the room looking for it.

Her head tilted and she asked, “How?” 

“Does it matter?” 

Peter’s lips were right beside her ear, his hypnotic voice paired with his thumbs that just barely touched the exposed skin of her neck sending pleasurable chills down her spine. She inhaled deeply, especially when his hot breath tickled her ear too. 

“Y-yeah it matters,” she replied.

He chuckled, gently massaging her shoulders and enjoying the way her body was slowly leaning into his delicate touch, similar to the way his body had the first time they had met in his bedroom those months ago. 

He had been dreaming of this since that day, and he knew by the way she’d look at him, how her eyes would linger on his lips before quickly turning away as the camera’s scared the ever living hell out of her. He imagined that she probably never even touched herself like he did, too afraid that the rooms that didn’t have cameras still did. 

Today though, he was finally going to be with her in the way he knew she wanted, in the way that he wanted. It was just about convincing her now. 

“I can’t tell you how the camera’s off, but I can promise you it is,” he told her reassuringly, but he could tell that she was still doubtful. He suspected she might be still, but that was okay, he could handle her doubt. 

She stared at it closely, trying to see if there was any kind of trick of the light where the red light was on and someone was watching her right now, watching them, and watching one of his hands on her shoulders lower and rest over her chest where her heart was. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked her, feeling her fast beating of her heart on his palm. 

“Yes,” she told him up front, “But we…we can’t do this, what if…” Her words were swallowed by a quiet gasp as he lowered his hand then to grope one of her breasts over her uniform. 

She wasn’t lying when she said she trusted Peter, if anything, she just didn’t trust the camera. Though she was aware that not every room had working cameras, it still made her nervous, but his hand felt so good on her. 

She hadn’t been touched like this since before she took the job here in Hawkins, Indiana, and since it was Peter who was touching her in such a way, it made her body easily give in to his touch. She felt Peter press his bottom half against her ass, and her lips fell open with a soft sigh. 

“What if what?” 

She could practically hear the smile on his lips. He was teasing her with that question, and had his hand not been on breast and massaging it she would’ve told him something.

“The…door?” she asked him this time, and he replied that nobody is going to come in because it was an unused lab after all. She was still unsure, even as his hand moved to unbutton the top of her dress uniform, “Then we need to be fast- god what am I saying…”

Peter chuckled at her words, and was twisting her around so that her chest was pressed right up against his and he pushed toward one of the lab stations so that her lower back was pressing onto its edge. He loved the way she looked, her lips parted, and her eyes were so wide that he could see how dark her pupils had become with desire. 

He snaked his hand up her skirt, and the cold temperature of his long fingers caused her legs to twitch apart. She was so warm down there, just like he imagined she would be, and he took in her quick paced breaths and the way her eyes kept shooting toward the camera again. 

“It’s not on,” he told her as his other hand captured her chin to make her look at him. He smiled at her when their eyes met, “Just trust me like you said you would.”

Her lip swiped across her bottom lip as his eyes bore into hers, and a quiet moan slipped out of her lips as his fingers came into contact with her soaking cunt. He watched her expression closely, loving the way she bit her lip then, as if wanting to keep quiet. 

“You’re so wet down there,” he told her, “I’ve barely even touched you, let alone been that close.” 

“Peter please,” she said just barely above a whisper, gently bucking her hips into his hand. 

“You’re a little too eager,” he said as he pushed the fabric of her soaked panties aside, “It must have been a while since you’ve been touched.” 

Her legs shook as he pressed his fingers between her slick folds and she released a shattered breath that hit the edge of his face, and he said, “I doubt you’ve ever touched yourself while here, too scared of these pesky cameras. Am I right?” 

“You-you’re-” her own words were cut off with a gasp when his fingers began to circle her clit. One of her hands flew backwards to grasp the table she was leaning on while the other grabbed his shoulder. Peter grinned, satisfied with that reaction, and he continued the circular motion. 

“Answer me,” he told her, his own voice lower and very clearly aroused. 

Her lips quivered, and she said breathlessly, “You’re right…god Peter.” She bucked her hips forward again, and he decided to sink his finger into her cunt. She was so wet that it was so easy for his finger to slide past her walls, and even his breath hitched. 

“I thought so,” he replied, voice deeper and quiet so that only she could hear him as he began to pump his finger in and out of her at a slow pace, “It must feel really good then.” 

She was nodding, and murmured, “Yeah, yes, it feels good.” 

Her skin was growing hot by the second, and with every pump of his finger she felt this small coil in her stomach get tighter and engulfed in pleasurable heat. She threw her head back as he sunk in a second finger, and curled them inside of her. 

“Oh my god,” she moaned, slightly louder than her previous moans. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip then, relishing in the reaction he got out of her, and his eyes glanced over her parted lips where she was panting his name quietly. 

That was when her moans were swallowed by his lips on hers, he was fast and rough, using his other hand to grasp the back of her head and forcing her lips to meet his. She was momentarily caught off guard by his kiss, but very quickly began to return it with the same intensity. 

Their tongue and teeth clashed together in a bruising and almost inexperienced kiss, just wanting to get a taste of one another. She hummed against his lips as he moved his fingers faster in and out of her.

He drank her delicious moans that only got louder when his palm dragged across her clit with every pump of his fingers. Their lips were parted forcefully by him pulling her back, as he wanted to see the look on her face when she came. 

Her hips were sputtering forward, and he felt her walls clenched around his fingers, and there was a slight pain on her scalp by how hard he was holding her hair, but it was very quickly forgotten as the coil in her stomach got tighter and tighter. 

“Oh you’re so close, I can feel it,” he said to her, then tightened his grip on her hair when her eyes tried to close, “Don’t look away. Keep your eyes on me, I wanna see you when you finally come.” His tone was forceful, filling her stomach with a sort of excitement

His blue eyes were just as dark as his voice was, boring into her very soul and she was suddenly being pushed over the edge as the coil snapped and an intense orgasm washed over her. She let out a shattered moan as her body convulsed and her release flooded and soaked his fingers, making the filthy sound of him fingering her get louder. 

Her hand gripped his shoulder tightly as he continued to fuck her with her fingers ever after her orgasm passed, and she whimpered, “Peter- I’m too- I’m too-” His fingers were back on her sensitive clit, and she almost cried out by the over stimulation. 

Her hand released his shoulder and rather grasped his wrist, and that was when he stopped finally. She let out a long exhale, finally letting her body come down from that high. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, though he didn’t sound very sorry, “You were just so pretty the first time you came I wanted to see it again.”

She laughed breathlessly, “Just give me a second…fuck.” 

Peter released the hold on her head then, allowing her to have that second and she leaned onto the table as she came down from that intense orgasm he had just given her, probably the most intense one she’s had in her life to be honest.

“Mm,” Peter suddenly hummed, “You taste good.”

Her eyes lifted up after a few seconds to look at Peter, only to find him licking his own fingers that were just buried inside of her almost a minute ago. Her mouth nearly watered as she watched him slide his tongue over the pads of his fingers before sucking them into his mouth. His lips glistened with his own spit and her cum, and she was clenching her thighs together at the sight. 

Peter’s eyes flickered back to her, still taking one of his fingers into his mouth. His eyes narrowed at her then, taking in her eyes that were still on his lips and he smirked. 

“You don’t look like you believe me,” he said as he licked off the remaining cum on his fingers, “Unfortunately, there isn’t any more, but I think I know what to do.”

She half expected him to touch her again, and then stick his fingers into her mouth, something she wouldn’t exactly object to, but his hand was suddenly on the back of her head again, grasping at the strands there and forcing her to look up. 

His other hand, the one that he had been licking and still covered in saliva, grasped the bottom of her chin and he said, “Open.” 

She wasted no time in parting her lips for him, and he shook his head and said, “Wider.” And she listened, except she must’ve been too slow as he hooked his thumb into her mouth and forced it open. She hummed in surprise when he did so, but her eyes glossed over when he leaned over her to spit directly into her mouth. 

It took her more by surprise than him shoving his thumb into her mouth, and while normally that idea might’ve made her gag it only made her whine with pleasure as she felt his warm spit dribble down her tongue and toward the back of her throat. 

“Swallow it,” he told her, and she obliged, making sure to dramatize her gulp so that he knew she had done as told. He looked satisfied, his eyes lingering onto her lips, a bit of his own spit dripping off of the side. He looked completely enamored with her then, and she felt pleased that he was, but when he looked at her, she only saw this dark, mischievous look go over his features, and he was suddenly twisting her around so that the front of her body was pressed and almost over the table. 

“I knew you were filthy,” Peter said, “All those sweet, innocent glances you’d send my way,” He laughed darkly, “No, I’ve seen the way you started to not button the top of your uniform, how you’ve opened those pretty thighs for me when I see you in the infirmary.”

He was hiking the skirt of her uniform up and grasping her underwear to pull them off of her. 

“From the moment we met, when you put your chest in my face while you talked so softly and sweet, acting like you didn’t know what you were doing- I knew you weren’t what you seemed,” he said, “I just needed to break you- make you show your true self to me.”

He was undoing his belt then with one hand, and held his hard cock in his hand, letting out a raspy breath at the contact. He felt her try and back up into him, small desperate moans slipping past her lips. He spit into his hand, despite knowing that she was nice and ready for his cock, and smeared it over the tip. 

“And I certainly did, I wish you could see yourself,” he said, placing his hand onto her thigh and squeezing the flesh there as he made her spread her legs for him so that her soaking cunt was on display for him, “So perfect, so ready to take my cock.”

“Yes, I’m ready Peter, please,” she was saying between her moans. 

“Well, since you’re polite enough to say please,” he said, his voice slightly humorous, and teasing. He held her still, keeping her from wiggling her ass at him before he aligned his cock with her entrance, pressing the tip of it against her folds but not entering her yet. 

His eyes rather went to the way her back was arching, and he clicked his tongue together, reaching forward to rest his hand on the small of her back. 

“Very eager,” he muttered to her, before he shoved his cock inside of her with one quick thrust. She cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the lab station and he let out a suppressed groan as he felt her walls clenched around his cock.

She practically whimpered, her entire body vibrating with pleasure and arousal of finally being filled up by him. There was a only few seconds of her adjusting to his size before her body was pleading to fucked, before she was a mewling mess of pleas for him to move. 

He removed his hand from her back, moving both to grip her sides roughly, sinking his fingers into the flesh of her outer thighs, and he held her still as he pulled out of her before he snapped his hips back forward. 

“Take all of it,” he told her through gritted teeth, “It’s what you wanted, what you’ve always wanted. I know by the way you're taking my cock.” 

He buried his cock inside of her again, causing another loud to moan to pass through her lips, “So filthy, so fucking filthy with how tight your cunt is around me.” He pulled out again, leaving her with only seconds of emptiness before filling her up again roughly. 

She cried out, loving the way he felt inside of her, how his cock stretched her walls out and hit that spot inside of her just right with every thrust. Through pants, she was begging him to go faster, to just take her on this table right now, to make her his. 

Her words were music to his ears, “Are you sure you can take it? Seems to me it’s been a while for you…” 

“I can take it, I can take it,” she was telling him repeatedly as his hands gently rubbed the skin of her thighs, as if he was in thought and contemplating her words, “I can fucking take it. Please fuck me.” 

Something clicked into his eyes at her words, and before she knew it he was leaning forward and reaching for her neck. His hand grasped around her throat tightly as he pulled backwards until her back was against his. 

She gasped out of surprise, but it was quickly replaced by an array of moans and whimpers as he started to fuck her at a more merciless rhythm. 

“God I wish you could see yourself, and maybe you can,” he said in her ear with a grunt as he rolled his hips into hers, “Maybe those cameras are on…” 

She mewled, her eyes slightly rolling back as each pump of his cock caused shockwaves to grip onto her body, and she said something incoherent again, unable to speak because of how good he fucking her and the tight hold on her pulse, constricting her slightly of air. 

“Oh, you don’t even care about the cameras anymore,” he growled into her ear, “I can feel your body shuddering at the thought of it, of the thought of someone watching this- watching me fuck you.” 

“I-I can’t-” her voice was choked and refrained, and he tilted his head before laughing darkly and slowly releasing the hold on her throat and she gasped for air, but he didn’t let up with this relentless thrusts, causing her to cry out his name and then say something between her pants and moans that had him moaning too right into her ear, “Again. Do it again, please.”

He obliged, tightening his grip on her throat once again, tighter and tighter with every thrust, and with his other hand, he reached down, passing her abdomen before his fingers found her clit. Her body jolted when she felt his fingers there, feeling the pads of his fingers running over it and she jerked her hips forward. 

She couldn’t breathe again, well just barely, her lungs felt like they were on fire and her vision began to black out from him very quickly bringing her to the edge. He was fucking her so perfectly and deliciously, holding onto her throat tight enough that had her eyes rolling back once again. 

Her hands were reaching back, grasping the back of his hair like he’d done to her, and he let out a hiss of pain mixed with pleasure, not expecting her to do such a thing, but she didn’t let him go and he rubbed her clit faster. 

He could feel her clenching down on him, her legs beginning to spasm and curse words were slipping from his lips as well as he pounded his cock into her, and she was getting gradually louder until she let out a final, strangled moan as the walls of her cunt fluttered around him and her body spasmed against him. 

Peter thrusted into her a few more times before burying himself as deep as he could inside of her, allowing his own orgasm to come over him. He filled her up with his cum, his hips jerking forward as he grunted and held her in place until she milked every last amount of him. 

“That’s it, take all of it,” he told her breathlessly in her ear.

Her body had gone slump against him, her hand falling from the back of his head and falling back to her side and his hips stuttering one last time before he dropped his head onto her shoulder, out of breath himself. 

Peter continued to hold her, both of them coming down from their respective orgasms, and for her it was her second one, which had been more mind-blowing than the one before. She was still panting, and her legs felt like jelly. She was grateful he was still even holding her as she might’ve fallen to the floor or at least back on the station in front of her. 

Instead, she leaned back onto him, feeling him press his lips onto the crook of her neck and kiss her almost tenderly in the aftershocks, and her eyes shifted toward the camera again. 

“You didn’t mean that, did you…” she said breathlessly as he lifted his head up and kissed another part of her neck. 

“Didn’t mean what?” he asked, voice slightly hoarse. 

“The camera is off…right?” 

Peter sucked in a tight breath, and when he exhaled he released a throaty chuckle as well. 

“It’s broken…if it wasn’t somebody would’ve come in by now to stop us.” 

She sighed, relieved even though the idea of it actually being on and someone was watching him fuck her into oblivion was arousing a few moments again. She didn’t want to lose her job here, especially not now when Peter Ballard was here. 

She didn’t know when they would have time to do this again, if the camera would be fixed tomorrow or something, so she was the first to move away from him. He watched her curiously as his cock slipped out of her and she turned to face him. 

“They can get the other night-time nurse,” she told him confidently, before she was falling to her knees before him. His head tilted, and then he licked his lips and smiled wickedly as her hands were moving to grasp him and he realized what she was going to do. 

He moved his hand to her hair, and said, “I’m glad we’re both here at the same time. Truly.” 

It was an odd thing to say, considering the things he had told her before, but something about it felt…sweet, especially with the way his blue eyes almost sparkled at the sight of her on his knees before him. She smiled sweetly up at him and said, “Me too” before she was leaning in.

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So Many Ways to Say Yes

Request: i may or may not want to duck his brains out; autocorrect is trying to unhorny me; yknow that one arc when the character has been abused or mistreated or feels unworthy or whatever so immediately assumes theres no aftercare and just tries to leave like "alright, ill be out of your hair then, sorry i took so long to pack up" and you just have to pat them and comfort them

A/N: I've never tried so hard on a smut oneshot 🧍‍♀️ I don't know much about genshin but thank you for requesting! I tried to not go too into details, considering I've only played around 4 hours into Genshin and didn't ge that far. Never heard of Xiao but I looked at videos, then took the request into mind while trying to write his character out. Enough talking, hope you enjoy! :))

CW: NSFW, Xiao x Female Y/N, Sub Xiao, hand jobs, anal penetration (male receiving), fingering (male receiving), oral (male receiving), fluff, lots of reassurance, aftercare

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Y/N eyed Xiao from the tree she sat under. It was a nice day and she needed a break after work. But jesus christ, what was he doing?

He was jumping around. That's the most logical thing she could come up with. Maybe practicing to be a ballerina? She snorted at the idea of him in a tutu.

Then he fell. It looked like it was on purpose, just falling on his face. She had to fight from laughing too hard, and exposing her spot under the tree.

She got up with a sigh when he didn't get up, going over to him. He was still face down in the grass. "There's a bug in your ear."

He jumped at the voice, then hit at his ear. "What?!" Y/N snickered, and Xiao frowned, smacking her as he stood up. "Go back to work, dick."

She gasped. "Dick? Me?"

"Yeah," He felt his going red. Why? He didn't really know.

"Rude," She chuckled. "And I'm done with my work today. I was reading."

Xiao stared at her. "Then what are you doing here?"

"I was reading there," She pointed to the tree, watcjing Xiao think.

Then his face went a deep red.

"You saw-"

"I did," She confirmed. "What was up with that, by the way?"

"None of your business," He spit out quickly, looking away.

"Okayyyy," She smiled. "I'll let it go, as long as you promise this isn't a sign that you should see a psychiatrist."

"I'm fine mentally," He waved her off.

"But physically..."

Y/N saw his face go red again. "I'm fine."

"You sure-"

"Yes!"

Y/N jumped at his sudden yell. "I have a pretty good doctor if you just don't want to tell me-"

"Please shut up," He groaned, burying his face in his hands. "No doctors. In fact, don't tell anyone what you saw."

Y/N stared at him, making out his mumbling. "Are you okay? Like actually."

He huffed, feeling her worried look. "I can't tell you."

"Why not," She looked at him weird. "You called me when your friend got his foot stuck in that toilet, how is this worse than that?"

Xiao couldn't help but snort, and knew that's what Y/N was trying to get. "You broke his foot."

"He stuck it in a toilet," She shrugged. "Not my fault. Now what's up? I won't judge you, I promise."

He hesitated. "No laughing?"

"None at all."

"No jokes?"

"Absolutely not."

Xiao groaned. He couldn't believe he was going to tell Y/N. He was going insane. Maybe he did need a psychiatrist.

"I uh," He gulped. "I can't... Get rid of my uh-" He coughed.

Y/N looked at him weird. "Spit it out or else I'll laugh in your face."

He groaned. "My- penis. It won't go soft."

Y/N blinked at that. "That's it?"

Xiao scoffed. "That's it? Really?"

"I thought you were going to tell me some issue with your ass or something, not that you can't come," She shrugged.

Xiao frowned, but he was glad Y/N didn't laugh. "Can you leave me alone?"

"I... That doesn't explain the jumping around," She frowned. "Is that like a kink or something-" She yelped when he smacked her repeatedly. "Okay! God!"

He groaned, going back to the ground. It was better there, maybe it'll swallow him whole.

"I don't know, okay," He ran a hand down his face when she sat by him. "It's driving me nuts. It hurts, I don't know what to do."

Y/N hummed. "How long?"

"Like since 3 AM last night," Again, he was thankful there was not even a chuckle coming from Y/N. He might actually try and snap his own neck if she laughed at his dick.

Y/N thought that over. "I know you said no doctors but-"

"No," He shook his head quickly.

"Alright," She nodded.

"You don't have to help me," He huffed. "Its awkward and weird, I'll just go back to my bed and die."

Y/N snorted at that, and looked down to his pants. Right, he always wore a cover. Which was understandable, goblins and mages didn't care whether a hit to your dick hurt, they'd probably aim there if they were smarter than they were.

"It's not that awkward," She shrugged. "Shit happens."

"So how many people have told you... What I told you," He stopped himself from repeating it. Once was far enough.

"None," She confirmed. "But there's a first for everything, no need to be shocked by everything that comes my way," She sighed, sitting up on her knees. "Do you want help?"

Xiao froze but relaxed soon after. She didn't mean it like that.

"I don't want anyone else to know," He peaked over to her. She looked at him confused.

"What, are you like loud," She snickered. "I'll gag you if I really have to, but I doubt-"

Xiao kicked her leg. "You want to fuck me?!"

Y/N laughed at his kick. "I want to help the fact you're in pain and yes, having sex seems to be apart of that," She cleared her throat, shrugging. "Doesn't have to go that far though, just until you come."

He opened his mouth a bit, then closed it. Was she being serious? "You don't have to-"

"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to help," She threw in there. "But if you don't want to, you have to promise you'll see someone for help. Embarrassing or not."

He huffed, for about the third time of that exchange. This was not happening- Was she really offering... Whatever she was, just to help him?

"Dude, it's okay if you don't want to," She chuckled. "Just wanted to help."

"I just..." He stopped, mind reeling. "What uh, what do you mean..  Help?"

Y/N shrugged. "Probably just start with a handjob, see where that gets you. If it doesn't help, might suck you off. But again, just what you're okay with," She leaned back on her hands with a sigh, stretching. "Could fuck me, really. But you'd have to give me a moment to get ready. For sure need a condom."

This was happening. This was happening? Jesus christ, she was being serious. "Are- are you sure," He asked, afraid that she wasn't actually okay with this. She was nice and would help him whenever but he didn't want her to force herself just to help his issue. It was his fault he didn't see a doctor, anyway.

"Of course," She smiled. "You seem miserable dude. And I'm fine with it."

He thought over it one more time. Y/N wouldn't do anything he didn't like, he already knew that. But was he okay with this? Was he okay with Y/N... Well, jacking him off? Was he okay with seeing her bent down between his legs and sucking-

Yeah he was, his dick behind the hard cover really confirmed it as he twitched. God, it really hurt.

"Okay," He nodded.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," He groaned, going to stand up, then yelped as his penis somehow got caught in the cover, but jesus, did it send a shock of pleasure with the pain through him. He sat right back down.

"Okay okay, lay the fuck back," Y/N snorted, and moved to sit on her knees in front of him, between his legs.

"Ri- right here," He hated how his voce rang up multiple octaves.

"Can you walk," Her question almost sounded like a challenge. "If you don't want to here, then at least take this goddamn cover off until we get to wherever."

He was just jumping around just fine damnit, why couldn't he stand? "What if someone-"

"They won't," Y/N assure him, hands moving to rub his thighs. "I promise, okay? I wouldn't be doing this here if I wasn't sure of it."

He gulped. "Can we uhm, at least move to the tree," At least there was shade, and some cover. But she was right, it was quite a long walk. He barely knew how he got over here with all the jumping around.

But he was desperate, so who knows.

"Of course, c'mon," She gave him a reassuring smile, helping him get up with her.

Okay, one step at a time. The tree was right there, and Y/N was going to- Okay yeah, he needed to hurry before his penis exploded.

Maybe he was being dramatic but the thought of Y/N helping him get off was very overwhelming, okay? Even if it wasn't exactly... New.

Okay so Y/N was hot, everyone thought so! It was okay for him to think it too. Even if his thoughts were shifting towards more romantic things, and less just wanting to fuck her into the bed things.

The things people tell him just because he's close to Y/N was insane. He didn't need to hear about their fantasies about her, it was weird.

So he was jealous- Fuck off.

Oh shit, he made it to the tree! Didn't even notice.

"Alright, get comfortable," Y/N spoke up, then smiled as he collapsed against the tree. He looked decent enough, really. Except for while he was walking, he didn't seem to be too uncomfortable. But she trusted him when he said it hurt.

Once again, she dropped to her knees in front of him, watching his face turn red quickly. "Any way I can do this that'll help you calm down?"

He shook his head. "I'm okay, it's just uh... I'm fine."

"It's just what," She asked, not wanting to fuck up somehow if she didn't have to.

"I don't.... I don't think I'm very good at this tyoe of thing," He gulped.

"Oh," Y/N smiled, and god, it was bright. "That's okay. It's just me. I won't make any jokes, promise."

Well since she was being nice. "But what if I mess up?"

"There's not much you can do to mess up," She chuckled.

"I disagree."

Y/N hummed at that. "I get it. You're nervous. But you really can't mess up here."

"But-"

"Xiao," She grabbed his face with one hand, successfully squishing his cheeks. "If you do something that wrong, I will let you know. I will smack you in this pretty face if I have to. Understand?"

He nodded and she smiled, letting go. "Lift your hips," She wasn't expecting him to listen instantly, but he was probably really wanting to get on with his dick to stop hurting. He was practically limping.

She slid the more loose pants off his legs, and set them aside. Her next step was tp take that damn cover off. Obviously, it was not helping him, other than hiding it.

"Not even a pair of boxers," Y/N asked, working on loosening the cover. Why did he need one so damn intricate? "No wonder your dick hurts, this is like metal."

"I know," He huffed. "The fabric was too rough."

"And the metal isn't," She snicked, finally taking the damn cover fully off. And damn, was it fucking messy. It looked like he had came repeatedly already.

Eh. She could deal with that.

She didn't bother waiting to grab his dick, but pulled away when he flinched, hard. "Did that hurt?"

"N- no," He shook his head quickly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," Y/N chuckled, and held onto his dick again. More carefully this time. "Rough or gentle?"

"Gentle."

She nodded, and gave an experimental tug. She expected another flinch, or a gasp. Not the moan that was practically yelled, and him fucking into her hand, not gently.

"Fuck," He practically sobbed.

Y/N raised an eyebrow but smiled in amusement, watching tears fill his eyes so quickly. She just kept her hand still, letting him do his thing.

He couldn't think straight. All he knew was that a cold-ish hand wrapped around his dick, and god, he needed relief. But he caught himself and stopped, pulling away. "I'm sorry," He was deeply embarrassed by the fact he was crying.

"Stop," Y/N sat up, moving to lean over him. He slid more on the ground during his moment so it wasn't hard. "It's okay, Xiao. C'mon."

He moaned again as she held his dick again, just as gently. And with her above him, smiling at him reassuringly, god, he needed to come.

"You were doing so good, fuck my hand again," She started moving her hand first, but stopped once his hips started to buck up, slowky this time. "Good job, you're doing such a good job."

He choked out a moan, hands gripping at Y/N's wrist and waist. "Don't stop, please."

"I won't," She assured him, despite knowing he was doing most the work here.

"Y/N," He gasped, hips stuttering. "Kiss me? Please?"

That caught her off guard, but she listened. She leaned in and groaned when Xioa slammed them together. The kiss was messy but Xiao was moaning throughout it, so she didn't complain.

"Thank you," He whimpered against her lips. "Feels so- You feel so good, please don't stop."

Y/N felt her breathing pick up. She didn't know he would be like this. She liked it though, how fucking whiney he was, hips excited to fuck just her hand.

So she kissed him, just as roughly as he did. He grabbed a handful of her hair to keep her in place, fucking into her hand faster. Her hand was absolutely covered in the old come, but she hoped more would be joining soon.

He pulled away to whine into her shoulder. "It's not enough," He sobbed, frustrated and embarrassed.

"Okay," Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath. "Just uh, give me a second, okay?"

He nodded, pulling away so she could do what she needed. He watched her every move, the way her arms flexed as she pulled her jacket, the way, her eyes closed as she pulled her hair up, and god, the way she looked at him.

He yelped as she grabbed his legs and pulled, quickly and roughly. She kept doing so until he was laying on his upper back and shoulders, and his legs were on her shoulders, successfully putting his dick and ass practically in his face.

This was so fucking embarrassing, what was he-

"Oh fuck," He yelled as her tongue ran up his length, her hands holding his hips to keep him from squirming too much. "Yes!"

She kissed his thigh but pulled away again. "What all did you do to try and get off?"

He paused at the question, mind running much to quick to process it quickly. "I uhm- I jacked off?"

"That's it," She asked, looking confused.

"Well," He gulped. "I took a cold shower and um... Fingered myself," He gulped again, looking away.

"Jesus christ Xiao," Y/N mumbled, looking to his ass. "Can I eat you out?"

So many different ways to answer that. So many ways to say yes. But he didn't think one really fit the situation like he wanted.

"Please, Y/N," He choked out, reaching out to hold her hand.

Y/N held his hand back, before going to eat him out. He immediately jumped, then moaned softly. So she brought her free hand up to jack him off, gently again.

Xiao could barely think. Y/N's tongue inside of him, the hand around his cock, and god, the way she fucking manhandled him so he wouldn't move. He could get used to this, he wanted more of this. He wanted this everyday, just Y/N.

God, the things he would want to do to Y/N if she let him. All of it went way past sex. No, he liked her more than that. He wanted a life with her, not just the sex, even though it sounded great.

And god, it was great. Y/N was relentless, obviously trying hard to make him come. It was just like, whenever he felt he was getting close, he just wouldn't come. He hoped that Y/N would make a difference, and yeah, it felt way better. But he still wasn't coming.

"Y/N," He whimpered after a few minutes of wordless moans, and grabbing at her. "It's- It's not-" He shook his head.

Y/N didn't want to give up at this point. Xiao was fucking close, she knew it. So she adjusted him again, letting his legs lean back into the air, rather than hwr shoulders.

She let two fingers slide in and almost groaned at how easily they slid in. God, this would be a great time to have her strap on her. Damnit.

She searched for that spot she knew was there, other hand wrapping around Xiao's hips so he was stop moving around so much.

"There," He gasped. "Yes, fuck, there yes, that's it," He nodded, hand going down to find Y/N's thigh. He really needed something to hold.

Y/N loosened her arm from his hips to go back to his dick. She let her fingers curl everytime she moved them in, to hit that one spot that was making him jump.

God, he was sobbing again. His mind switched from completely full, to absolute empty. He couldn't think, he only felt those goddamn hands. He wasn't sure what he was saying but hes pretty sure he was talking. Or just mindlessly babbling.

Regardless, he was past the point of embarrassment.

He didn't know when she added a third finger but he felt it when he felt his stomach twisting. He sobbed loudly. "I'm gonna cum, please Y/N," He gripped her thigh roughly, maybe too rough, but Y/N didn't say anything. "Oh- God fuck! Please!"

Y/N huffed, keeping her pace even. This was working.

Until it wasn't.

She sighed when Xiao didn't come, and felt his frustrated groan, a hand going up to wipe hie tears.

"This is pointless," He dropped his weight on her, not caring at this point.

Y/N thought this over. His cock was very clearly sensitive, a very deep red and he seemed to be getting tired.

Xiao was ripped from his hating thoughts when Y/N pulled away completely. "What-"

"C'mon," She threw him his pants.

"Did I- What are we doing," He asked, breathing heavy. No. He didn't want to stop. Even if it wasn't working- No, he needed Y/N. Fuck, no, she can't just leave.

"We're-"

"I love you," He blurted out, stopping both of them.

Y/N paused. "What?"

"I love you," No turning back now. "I'm in love with you, if anyone can make me come, it's you. Please don't leave me like this, Y/N, I'm begging you."

Y/N watched Xiao cry with wide eyes. It wasn't out of pleasure this time, but she could tell he was getting overwhelmed, he even looked scared.

"Xiao," She mumbled, sitting by him and holding him. He sobbed, holding her back. "I'm not leaving, I promise. I was never leaving. It's okay, take a deep breath."

"Don't leave," He could barely tell it was his own voice. It was shaky, and almost pathetic, but Y/N just held him closer, kissing the top of his head.

"It's okay," She assured him, lifting his head and wiping away tears. "Look at me."

He looked her in the eye and almost broke down all over again at the look in her eye. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise. I'm right here."

"I love you," He shook his head. "Don't push it aside, please acknowledge it, I love you Y/N. I don't want you to leave me after this, please don't."

Y/N sighed, kissing him. He groaned, kissing her back and then looked at her for her next words. Anything more.

"I love you too, Xiao," She wiped more tears away.  "I am head over heels for your dumbass."

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Do you really?"

"Yeah," She nodded. "And we'll talk about that later okay? I promise we will. But I need you to answer something for me."

He nodded. He was sure he would do anything right now, if she asked.

"Did you purposely not let yourself come because you thought I would leave you here," She asked, a thumb still caressing his cheek, despite most of the tears being dried up.

"No," He shook his head, then thought it over. "Maybe? I don't know, it could've been part of it but it wasn't on purpose. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," She smiled softly, then blew out of breath. "Thank god, I thought I was losing my touch."

Xiao smacked her arm, rolling his eyes. That was definitely her, alright.

Y/N chuckled. "Okay c'mon. Let's do this again."

He watched her move back between his legs, spreading them over her own thighs, so he was on display for her once again.

"Wait," He spoke up. "So what were you doing, if you weren't leaving?"

"Oh," She tilted her head. "I was gonna fuck you at my place."

He blinked. "...why not here, like everything else?"

"I wanted a condom, and my strap is in ny bedroom," She snorted. "I don't want to pop out a baby quite yet."

"That's fair," He nodded with a sigh.

"Mhm," She hummed, a hand pushing up his shirt. "Ready?"

"Yeah," Xiao nodded, looking to her with a small smile. God, he better fucking come, it was going to be embarrassing as hell if he didn't.

She wrapped her hand around he again, gently. The other hand made its way to his right nipple, moving her thumb over it before she pinched it, still gentle.

He moaned again, breathing picking up. "Oh fuck," He wished he could stop crying.

"Good boy," She hummed and he twitched, starting to fuck her hand all over again. And again, he wasn't gentle with himself.

"Call me it again, please," He practically begged.

"You're such a good boy, Xiao," Y/N grinned, watching him fuck her hand harder.

"Just yours," He whined.

"Yeah, you're my good boy," She kissed his chest, then moved to kiss his neck. "You're doing so good, c'mon baby, you can come. You're look so pretty, fucking up into my hand."

His jaw dropped as he whimpered, his orgasm sneaking up on him. "I- I'm- Y/N-"

"Yes, come baby," Xiao thrived at the way she sounded as breathless as him, and came all over her hand.

He gripped onto her hard, body jerking closer and farther from her hand. "Ah fuck fuck FUCK," His eyes rolled back, and it felt like it wouldn't stop.

But next thing he knew, he was in a bed. Not his, no. But looking at the room, he could tell it was Y/N's. It was so her.

"Sup," He jumped at Y/N's voice. She stood in the doorway to her room, eating something. "You're awake!"

Xiao sighed, sitting up. "God, what happened?"

"Dude, you came so much," Y/N laughed. "Its was so hot. But you pretty much blacked out from there. I almost took you to your place but my place was closer and you looked like you really needed some rest."

She walked away for a second but came back with another plate and handed it to him. "I cleaned you up but you should eat."

"Thank you," He frowned a bit. "For everything."

"No need to thank me," She shook her head, setting her plate aside. Go ahead and eat. We'll talk afterwards, okay?"

He nodded, head hanging.

She kept him talking pretty much throughout the whole time they ate, about random things. Events coming up, whether he had to do anything significant soon, or what he did over that week.

Then when they were done, Xiao laid back in her bed, waiting for her return. She said she was just cleaning the dishes but she was taking awhile. But she did come back, with his clothes, now clean.

"Thank you," He looked back down, once he had the clothes, seeing she even fixed a hole in the left pant leg. "Why'd you do that?"

"I got bored," She shrugged, sitting by him. "What's up?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you're pouting," She chuckled. "C'mon, talk to me. What's wrong?"

Xiao shrugged, because he didn't really know. He was happy, Y/N loved him back, she did all these great things for him, what was there to feel bad about?

"Is has to be something," She held his hand and he felt his eyes shoot to them. Fuck yes!

"I don't know," He spoke truthfully. "It's nothing specific. I guess... I feel bad that you did all this, maybe. Had sex with me in an almost open field, brought me here when I passed out, made me food, cleaned and fixed my clothes. I think it would've been easier to just take me home or just leave me there."

"Do you think you're a burden for me," She asked with a frown, and he shrugged.

"I guess you could say that."

"Xiao," She turned his head and kissed him. It was soft, and much more controlled than their other's. Her lips moved gently over his and he sighed, taking a tighter hold of her hand.

"You will never be a burden to me," Y/N looked him in the eye when she pulled away, still holding his face so he wouldn't looked away. "Everything I did today, I did because I wanted to. I wanted to do it for you. And you deserved it all, and so much more."

He sighed, taking a risky move to hold her. But she held him back, kissing the top of his head. "Thank you. You know... I'm so down for you to peg me."

"Now?!"

"Oh yeah."

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @spideronthesun, I haven't done this one yet!

OC Moodboard Tag

Rules: Add your OC’s name followed by ‘core’ on Pinterest, then make a moodboard of the first 9 images

So, I thought this would be funnier to try with my Honor's Outcasts crew, since Astra and Ivander have normal enough names and Mashal will invariably be autocorrected to Marshall. Predictably, Izjik, Twenari, and Sepo all got the same generic 'core' results, but I actually got a hit with Djek’s name for whatever reason, so here's his moodboard, I guess

It's pretty dreary for him, but it generally fits the shady aesthetic. Lots of Pintrest-isized cigarettes for some reason. I think I like the washing machine pic best

I'll tag @kaylinalexanderbooks @elsie-writes @thebejeweledwatercat @corinneglass and anyone else who wants to play :)

[ughgoaway]

WAIT WHAT THE FUCK DID I MISS WHAT HAPPENED WITH LILY AND TIA I NEED INFO THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING

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okay so... a lot!

tw; mentions of murder and inappropriate tagging...

speedy rundown; tia didn't tag a fic appropriately, stranded pt 2, where matty was revealed to have been plotting to kill reader. there was 0 mention of dark themes in the tags. and that's fucked.

multiple people DMd tia, and I know that anons also had the same issue, idk who those were! tia freaked out, refused to believe she was in the wrong, and didn't tag it. then, when people were vulnerable with her about why she should, she still didn't care.

she tagged it days later, still with an inappropriate tag but whatever. still refused to believe she could ever be in the wrong, and acted like she was being personally attacked.

(more things happened but I don't remember everything)

also, I posted that teaser for the Vegas fic, then found out tia had also done a married in vegas thing, but I honestly didn't care because its not a unique plot.

but then tia messaged me, "Wild." with my post attached. I asked for clarification on what she meant (I knew what she meant, but I wanted her to say it) she claimed it was "autocorrect," which... isn't how it works. I was nice, and apologised for the "misunderstanding" (in hindsight, too fucking nice.)

the same thing happened to molly, but 100x worse. molly used 3 words in a fic of hers, genuinely 3 words, that tia had used those words as a fic title. And molly thought it was a cute little reference. tia did not take it that way.

she then went on a tirade claiming that molly "copied her" and "didn't give her credit"... OVER 3 WORDS THAT ARE A COMMON PHRASE. she was so horrible, and it really affected molly. Thank god she ignored tia and blessed us with more of her work. but she almost didn't because tia couldn't get her head out of her ass.

the things she said to molly were horrible. and she never let it go and started claiming that everything molly did was a copy.

she did it with tropes too. no one could dare write a fic with a vaguely similar plot. god forbid we have fun fucking hell.

anyway, back to the tags thing;

Tia still was being childish about the tagging thing and deactivated because she couldn't fathom that she was wrong and people didnt just bow at her feet when she "apologised" (didnt actually apologise but i digress).

then lily, her little puppet, came on and started it all back up. and accused people of things that were in no way true.

but guess what- she ran away too!

and let's just say tia had a fucking history.

oh well, over now and we can all be happy and write fics with APPROPRIATE WARNINGS. and can share tropes.

I hope they're both happier away from tumblr, because I am without them here lmao

[stillfrownyclownlol]

Thanks to @canadianlucifer for the ships questions :>

MORE aidlyn because I just. Need this for my mental health guys.

Actually I've been thinking about doing stuff for other ships?? But idk let me know if yall wanna see that ^_^

1. Who would ask the other "would you still love me if i was a worm?" And what would the others reaction be?

...You guys know Aiden would ask 💀 He also asks stuff like "would you love me if I was a shoe" and other bullshit. Ash just looks at him like "...what."

2. Who plans the best dates?

Depends on your definition of best. Aiden plans all the cool/exciting stuff and he actually has the money for all the stuff he wants to do with her. Ash's dates are more romantic, if only by virtue that they're in quiet places where they can be alone. Tho neither of them plan dates a lot they just kinda end up alone together lol

3. Who's the best at carnival games?

Aiden's been to a lot of carnivals and he's a good shot with a BB gun! Ash doesn't really like carnivals (overstimulating) but she's good at the fish pond and ring toss.

4. Who drags the other onto rollercoasters?

Aiden LOVESSSS rollercoasters so much, its a great way to get his adrenaline up! He'll ask Ash a lot to go on one too, but he won't force her (rollercoasters are *really* loud, especially all the people screaming, and he wouldn't make her do anything that causes her pain)

5. Who does the most chores?

Ash is pretty strict about chores, and she makes sure any household stuff is evenly split between them, but...I mean, she helps Aiden with his own chores cuz he's really bad at cleaning and stuff 🫠

6. Who gets drunk faster?

At some point in the future: Depends what you mean. Aiden has a higher tolerance but he would also drink WAAAAAY more than Ash ever would, so he would get drunker "quicker", but if they were drinking exactly the same Ash would get tipsy faster (vertically challenged struggles fr 😔)

7. Who watches more reality TV?

Aiden likes all that crap like Big Brother and stuff, watches reruns at night when he can't sleep.

8. Who is more likely to insist their way is the best way, even though objectively its the worse?

Ash is more stubborn than Aiden is but her way is probably waaaay better than Aiden's way 🤡 Aiden might insist for a bit but he also finds arguing to be kinda boring so eventually he would drop it

9. Who believes in ghosts?

Ash doesn't believe in ghosts at all, and Aiden is really into the idea of ghosts and would LOVE evidence, but he also doesn't believe in them.

10. Who texts the other memes?

I don't think Ash has texted a meme to anybody in her entire life. So...Aiden.

11. Who makes the most typos/autocorrect mistakes?

Aiden because he types really fast and he doesn't bother to fix the mistakes lol

12. Who's the nervous flier?

Ash has never been on a plane, and she doesn't like doing stuff that's outside her comfort zone, so she's the more nervous flier. Aiden doesn't like flying but only because it means he needs to sit still for more than an hour and he cant do that shit happily 🤡

13. If they had matching profile pictures would they be cute/funny/weird?

Aiden would beg to match pfps because he's an absolute dork. it can't be anything too weird because like...Ash isn't into that. Would probably be smth really basic like Hello Kitty and Tuxedo Sam or whatever (he's Hello Kitty) if Ash even wanted to do it.

14. Who is better at writing formal emails?

Thank you discord for helping me settle this. We settled on Aiden because his parents/tutor definitely would have taught him how to do that so they could be in contact/to teach him about their job. Ash only does them for school and they end up really short and simple.

15. Who steals the others food?

Aiden always offers Ash his food, so she doesn't even need to steal 🤡 Aiden will do it mostly to mess with her lol

16. Who is more willing to commit murder for the other?

Lol. Guess. :)

17. When their kid is chanting "McDonalds!" Who is joining the chant, who is saying there's food at the house, and who is pulling up to order a single black coffee and leave?

Aiden is joining the chant because he's always up for McDonalds, but Ash is driving and she's driving home 😭

18. Who uses the most slang?

Aiden unironically

19. Who uses emoticons?

Aiden feels a spiritual connection with the smiley face emoticon

20. Who'd slay at the Met Gala?

Um they'd both slay 🤭 But Ash would slay harder I mean have you seen her fits??? I literally wanna steal her closet omg

[thebluestbluewords]

ot3 week day two: the cool kid, the jock, and the nerd

Audrey/Lonnie/Jane, post-canon. Unfinished, this is just the teaser for now! Someday I’ll learn a better way to format text messages lol.

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Lonnie’s phone pings. 

Txt from: Audrey Rose 🌹

break a leg! 

or your opponent’s face :) 

oops, autocorrect. I meant to say be sure to look your opponent in the face. :) It’s so satisfying to see people cry when you beat them! 

Lonnie laughs. This girl. 

There’s not a lot that Lonnie can say to the message. Both legally, because as a representative of the Northern Wei University women’s fencing team, she’s obligated by the intercollegiate board of athletes to practice good sportswomanship and not text her friends about breaking people’s faces, and also because… 

Well. 

Audrey’s been texting her a lot lately. And Lonnie’s not quite sure how to handle it. 

Maybe she should back up. 

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Lonnie's in her freshman writing seminar when her phone chimes. It's a distinctive chime, not the usual half-second ping that means she has a text from one of her new school friends. Not the ding-a-ling sound of her mother's text tone either. 

No, this chime is a special one. One that she set ages ago, shortly after receiving her first cell phone as a going-away-to-school gift, at the start of seventh grade. 

It's Audrey's chime. 

It's not like Lonnie's close friends with her anymore. Going evil, trying to destroy the entire country, and also just generally being rude to anyone who exists outside of the pretty Auradon princess mold will break a friendship faster than Lonnie's been breaking her wooden practice swords. She's talked to Audrey a few times since the whole world domination incident, but they're not close anymore. Not like they were as kids. 

She can't take her phone out in class, but Lonnie slips the ringer to silent and makes a note in her planner to respond to whatever Audrey wants from her later. After class. Once she's got a handle on her old feelings again. 

It's so inconvenient, having a crush. 

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So, they text sometimes now. Just a little bit. And yes, Audrey comes to her fencing competitions. Just a few of them. Audrey's doing a princess gap year before she goes to rule Auroria with her parents, and she doesn't have too many places to go on the weekends. 

It's not a big deal. Lonnie just has to squash down her teeny, tiny little crush on the prettiest girl she's known since high school, and ignore the way that her stomach flips over every time she hears Audrey's special text tone, and remember that Audrey isn't flirting with her, she's just a good friend. 

A good, bubbly friend who sometimes says how much she loves spending time with her. 

And said she loved her. One time. 

They were drinking. 

Txt to: Audrey Rose 🌹

Haha thanks! 

That’s normal. Cool. Yeah. Lonnie’s got a handle on this whole feelings thing. Her phone chimes again.

Txt from: Janey Godmother ✨ 

Hi!!! Me and Audrey are here!! 

We're on the top left side of the stands! We couldn't get seats any closer :( 

Audrey wanted me to flirt with the doorman to get us better seats but I don't know how to flirt with guys :( 

Txt to: Janey Godmother ✨

JANEY!! I'LL LOOK FOR YOU!

and don't worry about your seats lol I'll look out for you guys!! 

[zenkindoflove]

okay i love your characterization of eris (it’s no coincidence that my phone keeps wanting to correct his name to eros) but im wondering what you think of the whole mor situation? i believe there is more to the story but im curious to hear your thoughts (im sorry if you’ve answered something like this before!) - thank you! 🍂

Aww thanks anon! That means a lot to me because sometimes my imposter syndrome kicks in writing Eris (and omg I giggled at your phone autocorrecting to Eros - our little lover boy).

Okay the truth is I have no idea what is going on with them. And I have sort of stopped trying to come up with theories because I think what it ends up being is going to be something no one is really thinking about yet. But what I do think is that as a character, Eris is defined by secrets. He keeps them, he knows them, and he uses them whether it's revealing or hiding things to his advantage and when it suits his purposes. Whatever he knows about Mor or something they share between them, he is willing to risk his reputation and people misunderstanding the truth for the sake of keeping the secret. He makes it clear that he won't tell before Mor does. And I think it fits into the outside image he is cultivating to keep all the balls balanced that he's carrying.

To me, it also fits into the overall morality that I see as key to Eris' character. Eris holds a lot of responsibility. He holds it for his family and for his court. That responsibility is shown through the protectiveness (to his mother, to Lucien, and to his soldiers). Somehow Mor is also included into that sphere of protection too. He's protecting her secret for a reason. And I'm endlessly curious what it is.

So basically there is more going on there. There are some storylines that I think I would like to not see (like them being the rejected mates pair) but I'm pretty open to what SJM has planned.

[sophieinwonderland]

[🎥 anon] I'm not sure. It doesn't seem like a choice they would make? They're going through a lot of grief right now tho. Basically they've age/pet regressed inside our head and are unable to control the body or even think on their own.

Us other three aren't meant to front (though I'm the closest, hence why I'm handling this) so we can't really pilot the body. In fact I'm having a lot of trouble typing right now (thank Mother for autocorrect)

The body is in an near catatonic state aside from what I'm able to do. I don't know how to fix this.

That sounds really hard.

I don't know if it's necessarily a sign of longterm dormancy though. People react to stress and hardship in different ways. Some just... kind of shutdown.

CDDs, especially, tend to be characterized by avoidant behavior. (Not sure if you have a CDD but just mentioning that if you did, this would be pretty normal.)

We've never gone through this, so any advice I could give is going to be speculative.

I would say the first thing though is to be there for your core. Support them in whatever ways they need.

Now, while avoidance may be normal, that doesn't mean it's healthy. If someone else takes over fronting duties, keep talking to your core. Even if you do lose touch with them and they stop responding. Keep talking to them as if they're still there. Much like tulpa forcing, this can reinforce your connection to a headmate. Even a dormant one.

Grief of all sorts lessens with time as you process it. The hurt you all are going through won't last forever. And yes, I know that's never more than a small comfort while you're hurting. But just know that the hurt does pass.

I'm really sorry I can't help more.

[aniron48]

Love Letters - Day 2

Welcome to Day 2 of Love Letters, a 00q Choose Your Own Adventure! If you missed the first day and would like to catch up, you can read Day 1 here. As a reminder, there will be a post around this time (9pmish EST) every night through 2/14.

From this point on, the consequences of how you choose will be more pronounced--some options may pop up again down the road, but some will be foreclosed for the rest of the story! Choose wisely, and thank you so much for joining in! 😁 Day 2 begins below.

After a moment, he typed, “The one with Mr. Darcy and the governess and the wife in the attic?”

The truth was that while he’d never seen the film, he’d read the book, after finding an abandoned copy in the seat pocket on a flight to Tokyo. It might not have been his usual choice of reading material, but once he’d read the summary on the back and seen that the hero was a navy man, he gave it a go, and ended up finishing it in one sitting.

Not that Q needed to know that, of course.

Q responded with a series of keyboard smashes, an incomprehensible set of gifs, and, finally, “I’m sorry, but I cannot have a boyfriend that confuses Persuasion, Pride and Prejudice, and Jane Eyre.”

This was, admittedly, an even better reaction than Bond had hoped to provoke. They had yet to define their relationship, and Bond had assumed it was better to let it slip quietly into monogamous very-nearly-cohabitation without comment, rather than raise it and risk scaring Q away. But now that Q had opened the door….

“Boyfriend, eh?”

“It was autocorrect. Obviously I was trying to type ‘bastard,’ but my fingers slipped.”

“Naturally. Still, would my boyfriend like to propose a time to watch the film?”

“You’re insufferable,” Q sent back. Followed by, “And we’re watching it on Saturday.”

*💕*💕*💕**💕*💕*💕*

Q sighed, turning down the volume as the end credits for Persuasion played on the screen. “Nothing will ever hold a candle to Wentworth’s letter, for me. It’s the pinnacle of romance. ‘You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope.’ Imagine getting a letter like that. It would do me in.”

“You must have gotten a slew of them over the years, surely,” Bond said, resting his head on Q’s stomach.

“A slew of what?” Q asked, carding his fingers through Bond’s hair.

“Love letters.”

Q’s hands stilled. “You’re joking.”

“Why would I be joking?”

Q sat up, peering down at James. “Have you met me?”

James rolled over, bemused. “I have. Which is in no small part why I assume you’ve received a lot of love letters.”

“Flatterer,” Q looked away, flustered, and tried to cover it up by hitting Bond with a pillow. “Look, it’s just—it’s not a self-esteem issue, or anything. I’m exceedingly good at any number of things. But I also know that I’m—a bit cerebral, I suppose, and I work too many hours, and I’m very particular about some things—“

“You don’t say.”

“—and I don’t think I really tend to inspire that sort of passion in people.”

Bond opened his mouth to protest, but Q clamped a hand over it. “Let’s not, please. I’m just woolgathering. I’d much rather talk about how it’s a national tragedy that men don’t wear silk stockings like that anymore.”

“You’d have to have the calves for it,” Bond mused.

“Ciarán Hinds does, certainly.”

“Noticed that, did you?”

“Well, let’s put it this way, I’d let him—“

“You’d let him what? Put the wind in your sails? Climb your rigging?” Bond rolled on top of Q, tickling his ribs. “What does he have that I haven’t got?”

“I think the question is, what do you have that he doesn’t?” Q said breathlessly. “Maybe you should remind me.”

“With pleasure,” Bond said. But as he leaned down for a kiss, an idea began to take shape. He’d let Q change the subject, before. He’d learned that it paid to let their harder conversations breathe a bit, to give Q space to sort things out in his wickedly clever, eminently generous mind. But Q deserved the world, and Bond would give him whatever pieces of it were within his power. And he could give him this, at least. He could give him a love letter.

Although it was possible he might need a bit of help.

You chose chaos the last time, mis amores! But your votes unlocked the 'boyfriend' text exchange that opens this part, so it appears I've rewarded your behavior. 😂

What will you do this time? I can't wait to see!

[slithergaunt]

WAY late on this B-Day

As it was written.

July 5th was my birthday! I’m super late mentioning it, but I was busy celebrating and didn’t have time for dumb internet crap, plus other stuff got in the way for a few weeks.

I’m 34 years old now (I know, I know, “A worm is your only emperor for diet” etc...yadda  yadda... whatever...)

But there’s a lot of stuff I wanna do before I am rendered unable to do them. And in Real Life that cannot be done, it seems. 

Either I’m delivering doordash to make extra money, or working on commissions, both very unpredictable and lunch-or famine work, so extra income is nihil nihil nihil. I’m still looking at work-from-home-stuff, but they are things I don’t qualify for. Food/rent/utilities I am covered though, so

Plus, you wouldn’t believe how much work the magic of spellcheck and autocorrect have done in this post ALREADY, thanks to recently worsened hand-tremors (seeing specialist next week).

I’m currently working with an attorney to apply for financial aid during this period of my life when I’m currently 7 meds (3 are experimental at the moment), epilepsy source and triggers remain unknown, hand tremors too (though again, maybe clear it up next week). In the meantime while my body and brain are in medicinal chaos, and I sit and wait to see if I’ll be provided money to supplant job income, a process that will take over a year unless I can beat that 80% rejection rate baybeee!

Now I’ve got a comic series that suddenly 13.k people on twitter, and over 1,000 ALREADY <3 on here want to see on here @eldritchfriends​

And Serpent Song, my graphic novel series, which finally wrapped up its 3rd chapter!

And I’ve been writing novels for years too, but some of them may actually get finished. ?!?1?1!? And I’ve been excited about those. (they may have SOME pictures. Mostly words though.) Both historical fiction, both might have creatures in them. Who knows.

In the meantime, I’m on Blue-sky now too, if you kids are into that. Same name on there too, no point in going there at the tome of this post as I haven’t posted anything and don’t understand it yet.

I don’t want this seem like I’m begging or in a dire financial situation, I’m not. Until the legal nonsense is dealt with I am perfectly fine. I shouldn’t really be taking on commissions with all this stuff going on, simply because I have no clue when I’ll be able to deliver finished results. Unless you’re fine with a “It will be complete within...this month?” (and if they try doing more brain scan bullshit even that’ll be optimistic) then I can’t in good conscience make people wait on something to this extent.

Dear god I can’t bring myself to bore you with the specifics, but at the end of the day, this might be the most confused and uncertain I’ve ever been in my whole life, but I am thoroughly (soooo thoroughly as hell) medicated and receiving treatment.

It’s so hard not to see this as a deteriorative year, but I’ve got art stuff that’s growing. As long as I can keep my brain distracted from itself, I’m good to go.

Tumblr also informed me I’ve had this account for 10 years, so gee thanks tumblr. Say, by the way Tumblr, YOU’VE aged a bit these past 10 years a lot too, haven’t you? Became kinda prudish there. Little stuffy. Just saying, we had a lot of fun back when you were more ...I dunno, sorry forget it, it’s just.. a lot of us feel like ...you haven’t been yourself for a while, y’know?...

[cosmicjoke]

Forest theory anon here. Now that I noticed how many “corrections” my autocorrect made Im actually happy that I sent it on anon lol…

What I meant with the Flock part was that his comment confirmed SC and Levi lost the little popularity they had. I assume Zeke knew about what Levi’s decision in Shiganshina caused among people and what the prevailing public opinion of him is (because of that decision). I imagine Eren filled him in on that to some extent 🤷🏻‍♀️

Next part was probably worded a bit poorly; what I meant with ‘public shifting their support away from SC towards Eren’ was that this just further confirmed that SC lost public support. They never had a lot of support but after Shiganshina public disliked them even more.

I think Zeke was referring to Levi’s decision in Shiganshina; and what it did to how people perceive him. As you said, Zeke was a major dick who saw himself as a martyr and saviour of humanity. He was also fairly popular among people in Marley, so there is no way someone as unpopular as Levi understood his feelings™️ (sarcasm)

While Levi never liked or cared about being popular; same goes for his title as “humanity’s strongest” he was aware that he was popular at some point.

And even if he was referring to Levi not being popular with women this would also read as Zeke thinking himself as popular with women lol…

I’m also not a fan of theories of people who read “…there was a time i was popular” as Levi fucking around often… I just can’t see that. I can’t see him as someone who likes to fuck around 😅

Whatever he was referring to — he was being a dick either way.

I’m sorry, I’m not very good when it comes to theories/ explaining such things. Thank you for answering my previous ask :)

No, it’s fine! You explained perfectly! I agree, I can’t see Levi as a particularly promiscuous person. I think people just tend to read too much into things in general, or they’ll want to use every little thing as proof of some idea they have. Zeke could definitely have been referring to the SCs dip in approval. I always thought he was referring to Levi’s blunt honesty. Levi made him uncomfortable because he saw through his BS and called him out on it. So Zeke made a snide remark about Levi being “unpopular”. But, either way, as usual, it really just reveals more about Zeke than it does Levi. As if being popular makes one more perceptive. Zeke’s a con artist, and knows how to charm people. When I say he’s a narcissist though, it’s because he isn’t capable of seeing things from anyone else’ point of view, which makes his implication about Levi all the more absurd. He’s implying if someone isn’t a bullshit artist like him, then they aren’t capable of accurately reading others. Or he’s implying that if someone isn’t “charming” like him, they can’t be popular. Classic narcissistic behavior, lol. Levi saw right through him.

[dirtyvulture]

😎 My nephew was born at 2:02 AM on April 12 ( so he is two days old) at 8 pounds, 2 ounces and 20. 5 inches. Both my sister and baby are doing great and are perfectly healthy!!!!!! It is important to state that my sister and her family live in a place that is 2 hours behind us so I woke up at 4 in the morning ish with the news that my Nephew was born ….. if I HAD to be woken up at 4 in the morning THAT is the reason I WANT to be woken up for . He has been brought home and their dogs have just FALLEN IN LOVE with him ( they have two dogs and a cat) .

Auto correct continues to be the BANE of my existence and continues to target ME SPECIFICALLY ( I KNOW my ass can’t spell but you don’t have to come at me ALL THE TIME😭) and makes dumb little mistakes in the posts . I know everyone knows what I mean but it still BOTHERS me ok !!!! Some thoughts turned into Soo thoughts. MCU was changed to MUC .

Of course I am giving you love for your fic , you deserve it and I am super excited for part two :)

It’s …… funny how this woman is doing and taking part of behaviors that do and act the EXACT same way as man ( being kinda of a jerk or kinda a asshole , for example CEO R! is doing things - sleeping with whatever moves and being that asshole or jerk - and acting EXACTLY LIKE Tony Stark ) but NO ONE bats an eye when a man does it. And R is CLEARLY an intellectual and talented woman but because she is a woman people can’t see her talent and strengths ….. they only see her flaws. I was talking with my friend and we were like ….. Yelena 100 percent helped Nat with her getup and makeup ( Yelena is a fashion icon after all ) . We also decided that Yelena wasn’t at the event, she was at home chilling in her pjs with Kate watching movies and binge watching tv. Nat planned and did everything out on her own and didn’t tell ANYONE ( ESPECIALLY her parents or little sister) about what she did that night.

SB 100 percent carried Nat( while she was still sleeping and they were able to keep her from waking up ) out of the chair with their in law following SB out of the hospital to let Sarah rest and sleep. Nat woke up in the car so the group of three just went out to breakfast for food and coffee. Yes Sergeant Romanoff was very impressed and feral for SB the whole time ….. poor golden retriever never saw it coming ( they were sleeping for a LONG TIME afterwards and Nat hooked them up with liquid IV ) . That brings me to my next point , I had a discussion with my friend and we were talking about . What if Nat can’t get pregnant ? What if she had an injury while she was on duty/ deployment ( that injury / the mission she was on was what got her the promotion and the rank she has now ) . She didn’t need to know nor cared about if she could kids then , but with SB ……

R has a lot of dexterity in her hands ( in more ways than one , one of which Nat is VERY HAPPY WITH 😏😏😏) and I did a quick history google search and found out ( from wiki so take this with a grain of salt) that nail ciphers were invented in 1881 . So she probably used a pocket knife ( think young victor in the Wolverine Origins opening except R isn’t making her nails into claws, she is just cutting them) for a really long period of time and if she didn’t have a pocket knife then she would use her claws. But yeah if Nat panic and stop R from cutting her nails with her claws , R just looks at her saying “ what ? I lost my clippers and don’t have my pocket knife…… I am not making my nails into claws . I am NOT a psychopath.”

Ps I hope I can see my nephew in the earliest time too . Whenever I talk about him for future reference , I will just be calling him “ Buddy” . Obviously not his real name but the name I will call him here . 

(I have to apologize for responding to your most recent message first when you sent this one before, my drafts are a mess lol)

Very excited and happy for you and your family, friend! 🥰🥰

Autocorrect has never been your friend here to be honest 😂

Thank you for the love, I am really excited to write a Part 2 for you all (didn't think I would, but I can't deny you all after that warm reception).

Yep! I honestly didn't even make that connection, I kind of just wanted to write R as a dirtbag lol instead of the typical dumb golden retriever himbo. And as I work on part too, we will definitely get to see a little bit of Yelena. :) Although yeah, she probably had no idea what kind of sins her sister was getting into that night.

SB loves to take care of Nat :) And they always have to take advantage of doing it when she's asleep or something because she won't stand for it if she's awake.

Honestly, that's a really interesting theory. I was actually thinking the same thing (since a lot of readers ask how come Nat hasn't gotten pregnant by now...what if she actually can't because of a previous injury or medical condition?). And you're right, Nat probably didn't care about having kids at all, but then she met SB and now she might have changed her mind...

Heehee. 😂 R has very sharp actual claws already, no need to shape her nails into them too.

[shiraishi-kanade]

2) a character POV you're currently exploring?

27) favourite part of the process?

28) least favourite part of the process?

29) how easy is it for you to come up with titles?

Hope these aren't too much!

Hi! Thank you :D

2) I guess you can say it's An in a way that I'm currently writing a series form her POV. Which actually turned out a bigger challenge than I thought it'd be; I have written An character exploration before but only through others' POV (e.g Masquerade for Two). I'm still kind of... Struggling to grasp the way she phrases her inner thoughts, I suppose? But she's been a lot of fun.

27) Writing somewhere around the development part of the plot and the peak of it. I really like writing tension and build-up - something that I want to keep working on and make my writing even better in that aspect.

28) Proofreading. Goodness, proofreading. I'm dyslexic, so I type with... So many mistakes, and fixing them when I struggle with reading just as well is... Ouch. I also rely on autocorrect a lot, so sometimes it's not even typos but entirely wrong words that completely slip my sight when I try to proofread. Even going through text three or four times with spell checker doesn't fix even half the mistakes for me. It's painful.

I also struggle a fair bit with starting a fanfic, and writing a decent hook in the beginning. Sometimes I'll be stuck on the first couple paragraphs for months.

29) Goes two ways: it either pops up in my mind at the very beginning and I kind of build something around it or I just slap whatever song title I feel fits because I just can't. Unfortunately the latter is much more common (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

Thank you! It's not too much, don't worry!