#since you can write bad things about me now

[calebsangelbby]

・❥ I TOLD YOU NO , PIPSQUEAK

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rundown :: caleb goes through your phone and finds out something he most likely wasnt meant to find out . frustrated , he ignores all your attempts to flirt with him ... that is , until it gets too much .

WARNINGS :: NSFW! 18+ , porn w/ no plot , dom!caleb , sub!reader , use of y/n , overstimulation , slapping , oral sex (reader receiving)

a/n :: tysm for everyone who voted on the poll for this ! i apologize for taking so long to write it , been busy w/ personal things . hope you enjoy nonetheless 💋

it all started when caleb found out you were sending the pictures of yourself looking all cute to other men. he didnt know what to expect when going through your phone , but it definitely wasnt that .

he should be the only one you're talking to .

he's spent the last few hours sitting in silence & staring at his ceiling , contemplating whether or not to confront you about it or stay silent and let it build up . his time for thinking ends abruptly when he hears his door creak open and views you walk in . it's late at night but it's not rare of you to come in because of a bad dream ... but your reasoning of barging in is a lot more sinister than something so innocent like that .

you close the door behind you and lean your back against it , making eye contact with him before beginning taking small steps toward him , swaying your hips purposefully just to have the pleasure of watching his eyes roam down to look at them .

once you reach his bed , he breaks eye contact as you sit on the edge of the it; too upset to look you in the eye . not thinking much of it , you twist your body to lay a hand gently on his thigh . "caleb," you utter, trying to make him look at you . "caleb, i have a favor to ask .." at that , he props himself up on his arms to meet your gaze with his .

"what is it, pips?" he asks with furrowed brows and a tone with just a hint of irritation , something you can only pick up on . "i dont really feel like talking to you right now , let alone do something for you . " he says and you can see the frustration on his face now , eyes narrowed and lips pulled into a straight line .

your eyebrows rise up to your forehead , your hand flying to your heart . "oh, you're mad at me ? what'd i do ?" you question with mock innocence . at that , he scoffs and brings his arms out from under him so he can fall back down on the bed . "im really tired , could you let me get some sleep please ? it's been a long day . thanks . "

you smirk at his response , letting out the smallest snicker . "woah there , i didn't think you were that mad at me to ignore me .." you mumble , fixing your eyes to look down at the bed and bringing your hands to your lap; gazing up at him through your lashes . "do you want help getting it out of your system ..? i can surely assist with that."

you're almost sure you can see the way his body tenses up once he hears that.

he swallows hard and you can view from where you are the way he hesitantly shakes his head , crossing his arms over his chest . "no , pips . not tonight .. im exhausted and i was about to go to sleep before you came in . leave , please , now ." his voice is asserting , or at least ... attempting to be . after looking over the images you messaged those men , truth be told he has had a boner ever since and instead of going to bed like he told you he was ... he was actually just about to jerk off . thank god you havent noticed .

"oh come on, dont be so lame . we both know thats a lie," you point out , shifting your body completely to make it easier to slip your hand over his thigh once more , sliding it higher and higher . "let me help you , caleb ... if you wont tell me why you're angry then at least allow yourself to let it out in a way thats healthy ."

"my god, y/n, give it up already!" he yelled , the sexual frustration in his voice clear . he jumped up from his laying position into one that was on his knees , standing up rather than sitting down on them . before you knew it , he was grabbing you by the arms and slamming you down into the mattress beneath him. "you want this so fucking bad, huh? you're such a damn slut, arent you? say it . tell me you're my slut."

all that comes out of your mouth is a gasp, your brain short-circuiting at the pace of which things just switched around . you're hastily sliding your eyes over his face , taking in the crazed look in his pupils , the way his nostrils are flared , his lips in a scowl ... taking in how divine he looks when he's angry .

"i-... i dont-" you whisper , your voice box not capable of saying anything above the tone .

"i didnt ask what you know , i asked you to tell me how much of a whore you are . coming into my room , unannounced, in a skimpy little outfit ... trying to make my dick hard by touching me the way you did . if anything , we both know you know what you are," he says , leaning in to whisper in your ear . "a touched-starved little pipsqueak ."

you shake your head in submission, knowing how scary he could get when he's mad . "no... i-i'm sorry, caleb, i'll leave you alone . i dont know why i even messed with you in the first place ."

almost immediately after those words go through his brain , he leans back up on you and slaps you hard enough to definitely leave a mark . you squeal , bringing a hand up to your face to feel where he hit . before you could reach your cheek , he grabs your hand and pins it up above you; swiftly dragging your other along with it .

"quit talking , y/n , it'll only bring you more trouble to lie . be a good girl and stay quiet while i punish your perfect little pussy for being so needy all the time . you can do just that one thing for me , cant you ? don't make a sound . " he purrs into your face , breath hot against your skin before he crawls down lower; taking your hands with him to rest on your stomach . once he meets with your core , he uses his free hand to briskly take off your scrap of lace that you call panties with his pointer finger . looking up at you , he grins when he sees the look of resistance written all over your face . "spread . now ."

he looks down to make eye contact with your cunt again , taking in the wetness glistening in the moonlight . he takes it upon himself to lean down and blow a flow of cold air right onto your needy clit , making you thrust your hips into his face . he doesn't react , though , only laughs a greedy laugh at your attempt .

"you're only making this worse for yourself , baby . stay still and silent for me and this will be over before you know it ." and with that , he brings his head down to suck on your clit .

it's such a perfect feeling you cant help but moan , tipping your head back and allowing your eyes to flutter shut . the moment of bliss is stolen as quick as it came when he slaps his hand on your thigh , making you jump .

"make a sound and i'll stop ."

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over an hour has he been torturing you . an hour . sixty minutes .

it's long after you've cum (multiple times) on his face , but he still won't stop . you're thrashing and squirming , crying and screaming , kicking and begging at him but nothing works . you're convinced he's committed to making you pass out ... and maybe he is .

he won't talk to you , won't stop you from pulling at his hair , all he does is pull your thighs closer around his face; using all the strength he has to keep you there .

you can see how hard he is and the evidence of his release on the bed , but he refuses all your offers to make him cum in an effort to get him to stop . he refuses everything and anything , all hes focused on is your core and making you pay for all the hell you've put him through . especially those fucking pictures you've been sending to people .

at this point , his jaw hurts , and he's almost incapable of going on for longer . he finally lifts up off your poor abused core , giving you a moment to breathe and relax your muscles . he drags himself on his hands and knees over you to meet your face , moving a hand to touch under your chin; making you meet his gaze .

" have you learned your lesson yet , pips ? or do you need me to go a little longer ?" you quickly shake your head at his question, you normally would answer with a string of nononononos but you're too fucked-out that you cant . he brings the hand on your chin to your eyes and wipes a tear there . "i'm sorry , baby . i know i'm cruel . i know you'll never do that to me again ." he says , a sincere tone in his voice .

"lets go get you cleaned up ."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in conclusion :: caleb is without a doubt a 'fuck around and find out' typa guy .. :3

[c4tluver02]

mess ups

warnings: none! just some angst to fluff w happy ending!

summary: You are getting fed up with your boyfriends friends. But when something awful happens King Steve has no choice but to push his friends aside to fix things with his girl.

wc: 2.4k

a/n: hiii this is my first writing being back sorry if i just completely lost the touch and this is awful but hey its the longest i've written!

Steve honked the horn of his BMW patiently waiting for you outside as you kissed your parents goodbye. Once you run out to him the immediate sight of you brings a smile to your boyfriend's face. 

Steve gets out as he pulls you into him with an arm around your neck. He  gives you a kiss and says- “G'morning angel” He smiles, it's cold out and his breath makes a cloud in the air. He opens the car door for you and quickly gets into the car himself. 

“Hi Stevie, thank you for picking me up.” You say as you intertwine your hand in his. You say this to him everytime he picks you up, which recently has been everyday since it's been getting cold. 

“What have I said about that hm? You don't need to thank me baby, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let my girl walk to school in the cold?” He replies kissing the back of your hand. 

Steve's car is warm from his drive here and it’s these little moments you cherish so much. The time you both have before your long day of school where it's just you and your pretty boy. 

-

Once you get to school you and Steve get out of the car, hand in hand. Steve sees Tommy and Carol and waves a hand to them. They start walking over and you mentally prepare yourself for the awful jokes and mean quips they will make. 

“Hey man, did you see Byers? He’s still putting those posters up. Doesn’t he know that no one cares?” Tommy laughs and Carol joins in. You internally roll your eyes, it wasn’t your first choice to talk to these people first thing in the morning but they are Steve’s friends and you guess Carol can have her good moments. 

You tune them all out as you see Jonathan talking to someone. You do feel awful for him, you couldn't imagine what he must be going through. It eats you with guilt that you’re right next to the people who make his pain worse, but do nothing about it. You think that it must make you just as bad as them. 

Steve waves goodbye to them with the hand that is holding your own and it shakes you out of your thoughts. Steve smiles at you and you both walk into the school. 

“I’ll see you at lunch okay?” He says smiling down at you. You two don't have any classes together but you manage to see him when you can. 

“Okay.” You smile back at him but it doesn’t reach your eyes. You can't shake the horrible feeling of what is happening with Jonathan. But you just so happen to be lucky that Steve is so focused on Tommy behind him telling him to hurry up that he doesn't see it. You wave to him as he walks to his first period. 

-

Lunch comes after what feels like hours. It was starting to feel like this day was gonna be long. You walk towards Steve’s table and right as you put your bag down your body is being lifted up. You let out a giggle knowing exactly who it is. Steve spins you both around before he lets you down which makes you laugh even more. 

“Hi baby, missed you.” Steve says kissing your forehead. 

“You just saw me a few hours ago Stevie.” You are blushing and it's killing Steve. He wishes he could give you a million kisses. 

“Ugh tell me about it. Y’know I think you should just come with me to every class.” He says it like it is a no-brainer. As if it could actually be done.

You smile at his response and give him a kiss. The moment is immediately ruined as Tommy and Carol come to the table whistling loudly. Steve just makes a small laugh and looks at you. You aren’t laughing, and you never do when it comes to them. Steve takes notice of it but decides it’s not something he wants to bring up right now. The four of you eat as Steve has a hand on your thigh.

“Oh my god look.” Carol points to an area behind you and Steve. It’s Jonathan putting up more missing person signs of his brother. 

“He’s never gonna give it up is he?” Steve asks out loud, shaking his head but returning back to his food. 

“I mean if my family member went missing I’d do everything in my power to get help to find them.” You say poking at your food. The table becomes suddenly silent, no one is making jokes or laughing. It makes you look up and they are all staring at you. 

“I mean Carol if you went missing wouldn't you want Tommy to get people to help find you?” You are trying to back up your previous statement. You were starting to feel crazy. How could they not understand? 

“I mean yeah, I guess.” Carol says in a low voice. Not wanting to suddenly have an actual serious conversation about it.

“Well good thing there's no one who wants Carol besides Tommy.” Steve says before barking a laugh. Tommy hits his arm before laughing himself. Leave it to Steve Harrington to make a situation better. 

A sigh comes out of you and you get up. Steve doesn’t bother turning to look where you're going and remains in a conversation with Tommy. But once he notices it's been too long for you to just throw away your food he looks behind him. Steve’s eyes widen as he sees his girlfriend talking to Jonathan Byers. You are looking at him with big eyes and he can tell you’re telling Byers your condolences. Thankfully the bell rings and everyone is getting up to leave. You wave to Jonathan and return to Steve. 

“What was that all about?” Steve asks with a tone that sounds curious but borders on possessive as he puts an arm around your shoulder. 

“I was just telling him I was sorry and that I would keep my eye out. For the four of us I guess.” The last part is mumbled quietly but Steve hears it. Your arms are crossed, it doesn't take a genius to realize that you aren’t very happy with Steve. 

“Baby just ignore them. They just talk out of their ass.” Steve’s eyes roll as you both walk towards your locker. 

“I just dunno why you humor them if you think their opinions are bullshit.” You open your locker putting away your lunch bag, grabbing your homework for the next class. Steve is leaning on the lockers in front of you. 

“That's just how they are. I never take them seriously.” Steve is telling you this like it's just the way things are and the world will turn as long as we all just stick to it. 

“I gotta go to class Steve” You say shutting your locker. There's no reason for you to put effort into this if no ones going to change. 

Steve lets out a sigh but pulls on the loop in your jeans before you fully walk away, “Can I get a kiss then please?” He is pulling his big puppy eye look and you can't be too mad at him when he looks absolutely adorable. 

You lift up to your tippy toes to give him a simple kiss. You squeal when he pulls you even closer and deepens it. 

“Okay I actually have to go Stevie.” You smile at him. 

“Alright, alright. Meet by the car when schools over okay?” He says as you back away still looking at him. 

You nod and turn into your classroom. The anger of the conversation earlier is already going away. You just want to go home where Steve and you will lay on your bed, listening to his mixtape he made for you and talk about how awful your teachers are. The real conversations he couldn't have with Tommy or Carol. 

-

When school ended you were right where Steve told you to be. Leaning against the car talking to a friend until you hear your boyfriend. You turn around to see Steve, Tommy, and Carol talking to Jonathan. Jonthans back is turned to you and you smile that are finally talking, hoping they are apologizing. It wasn't until Tommy gave Jonathan a shove that your eyes widened. You say goodbye to your friend before running over to them. Jonathan sees you and you can see the tears in his eyes. 

“Jonathan I-” You try to speak until Steve puts his arm around you, holding you in place next to him. 

You’re frozen, seemingly stuck, as Tommy starts laughing at him and Carol says something. BUt it doesn't compute as tears are starting to threaten to spill in your own eyes now. This wouldn’t have happened if you had told them to stop it earlier. Jonathan looks directly at you, as if to beg for help. 

That was the last straw till you break away from Steve’s grasp and take Jonathan by the arm to drag him away. Yelling at your boyfriend's friends wasn’t a move you were gonna make, and then possibly embarrassing Steve in the process. Pulling  Jonahtan away was the only move you could make to get them to stop. You give him your apologies and go back to the loud group behind you. 

You walk right past Steve with your arms folded. The embarrassment of this all hitting you extremely quickly. You hated that you were even associated with this. Steve walks up to follow you but you walk past his car as well. 

“Where are you going?” He asks now running to catch you. 

“I am not going with you. Go home.” You respond while still walking.

You hear Steve's footsteps stop and his hands falling against his body with a sigh. “It’s freezing cold out, c'mon let me take you home!” 

You will wait for your parents to get you, risking a cold will just have to be the price you pay. You sit on a bench by the front of the school as tears finally come out of your eyes. You quickly wipe them away, there are still students here. You don't want people seeing you like this. But you then see a red call pull up. You don't even need to look up to see who's driving it. 

Steve rolls down the window before shouting- “Baby please, just get in. I don't want you getting sick.” He says with worry. 

If it was any other time you would laugh about how he always worries about you. But this wasn’t any other time. You look up at him with red eyes and Steve’s heart officially breaks. Seeing you cry over something he did was a new low for him. 

He gets out of the car and opens the passenger door. Steve never lets you open the door, it was a sickeningly sweet thing he has done since the beginning of your relationship. 

You sigh as your hands are already numb and your ears are bright red. Walking up to his car and getting in. Your head hangs low with defeat. You and Steve don’t talk the whole ride to your place despite him trying, multiple times. 

Once he arrives at your house you unbuckle your seatbelt and Steve puts a hand on your thigh. You freeze looking up at him, letting out a sigh. The ride calming you down allows you to finally break. 

“I don’t know why you allow them to do that? Why do you even hang out with them?” You ask, your voice rising with every word. 

Steve looks at you with sad eyes, you two have never fought like this. But right now he did something wrong and you're crying so Steve’s automatic response is to fix it. 

“I…I just- They're my only friends.” He says looking at his steering wheel in embarrassment. It's finally out in the open. King Steve is a loser that can’t make friends. How he even managed to get you as a girlfriend he’ll never know. But right now he might lose you which he will risk his ego for. 

“Before meeting you they were all I had. Even when I did stupid shit they still stuck around.” Steve finally looks at you and now you're crying again. Small tears leaving your eyes, it’s like Steve is feeling your pain himself when he sees you cry. All he can do is wipe your tears as they fall.

“I'm so sorry Steve.” You say laying your head in his hand as you grab onto his wrist. 

Steve is starting to feel a headache from this but he can’t figure out why you would be sorry. 

“Why are you apologizing you didn’t even do anything wrong?” His other hand unbuckles his own seat belt and he leans forward to hug you. It isn't an extremely comfortable position as his arm rest is pressed into his stomach but all he wants to do is comfort you. 

“I just didn’t know you went through that, I just assumed which was wrong. I should have talked to you about it before it even got this far.” 

“Hey it’s all okay. You were upset for a good reason. You’re right, I need to talk to them about what happened.” Steve is looking at you like you're glass about to break in his hand. 

“Really? You’ll talk to them about it?” You say sniffing and wiping your tears away as Steve gets his hand back. 

“Yes of course. What you said at lunch… I would get the whole city to look for you if you went missing. I should have agreed with you instead of making a joke out of it.” This was really all you wanted from Steve. He knew what he did wrong so to punish him for it felt mean. 

You grab his hand and kiss the inside of his wrist. “Thank you Stevie.” You say with a small smile.

Steve feels like someone just stepped off of his chest. To see you smile fixed Steve instantly. “Can I come in with you?” He asks with a small voice, unsure if you feel okay with it. 

You nod feverishly as Steve smiles and hops out. Opening the door for you and finally giving you a big hug. He never wants to fight with you, let alone seeing you cry because of something he did. You both go up to your room as Steve puts the mixtape he made into the stereo. A smile is on your face now that the two of you are home and able to talk about your day like normal.

[webtomo]

While I am optimistic about Tomodachi Life: Living The Dream and will probably be buying it and playing it regardless of anything, there are a few things that kinda potentially concern me about the game. I assume most of these will be addressed at some point in the future, but I want to run through them real quick.

1 - The "New Horizons" problem.

Though I did play a lot of New Horizons when it came out and did thoroughly enjoy it, it is undeniable that the game is held back by a number of flaws. Most notably, the fact that they significantly stripped back a number of features (especially near the time of release) as well as the general "softening" of the game. Now, don't get me wrong, New Horizons is far from a bad game. But many things sort of hold me back from considering it the definitive Animal Crossing experience, especially after coming off of New Leaf/Welcome Amiibo. I do really enjoy the customization of the game, but in many ways it almost feels like they had forgone things like villagers personalities and their autonomy in order to make that happen. Not to mention the fact that many key elements of the series were not in the game at all at launch, and were instead added in later updates. I am hoping that at the very least, the team behind Living The Dream will be able to learn from the negative aspects of New Horizons. Tomodachi Life is a series that, in part, is made by the randomness of every social interaction and is way more heavily focused on social interaction than Animal Crossing as a whole is. So with that in mind, I do hope that they don't entirely drop the ball in that regard and can present us with something interesting. Another big aspect of Tomodachi Life is relationships and the drama that the islanders get themselves into, so I hope that they allow for those things to continue to be relevant in this entry without dampening the personalities of the islanders.

2 - Gay Marriage.

I think most people know about this by now, but back when Tomodachi Life originally came out a controversy sprung about, named the Miiquality movement. This movement was centered around making Nintendo acknowledge and allow gay couples to exist in Tomodachi Life, since it was one of the only games in the life simulation genre to not allow it. Nintendo responded by claiming that they would promise to include it in a potential sequel, since it was too late for them to change anything in the original Tomodachi Life for 3DS. Now, this is a net good thing, and I and many other have been asking for this for a long time. However, I am somewhat worried that for whatever reason, they do something to work around the gay marriage thing. It honestly would probably be kind of stupid for them to do this, but I can very easily picture a reality where they forgo the entire existing relationship system and replace it with something else, maybe something like the Miitopia system or something. But honestly, at that point, it would just be easier to allow gay marriage outright since the Miitopia relationship system was the reason that game was marked as an 18+ title in Russia and Nintendo seemingly had no issues with releasing the game there despite it. Nowadays, we live in 2025. There is no reason for them to not include it at this point. Tomodachi Life for 3DS released in 2013 in Japan and 2014 everywhere else, which predated the legalization of gay marriage in the United States and a number of other places in which the game released, and is still not fully legal to this day in Japan (but is pretty close to potential legalization at the time of writing). Nowadays, Nintendo seems more open to the idea of having visibly queer characters in their games, for instance the Fire Emblem series allows you to be gay in most of their modern releases. Just last year, the Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door remake officially canonized trans Vivian, so I do think the option is still on the table.

3 - Scale and design.

The trailer we have seen shows some already significant design changes in this game compared to the previous two, which honestly I do think looks decent and I have positive thoughts on the art direction as a whole. However with any big new changes, there are bound to be some rough points. The flatness of the island we have seen is a little weird, which I assume may be related to a potential building feature, in which case is fine, but in many ways honestly feels like a visual downgrade from the 3DS version. Albeit we have not seen too much so far regarding the appearance of the island, and if island customization is a thing then that could potentially negate that issue entirely. However, a bigger concern of mine is the scale of the island itself. I am somewhat worried now that since each islander is living in a little cabin instead of an apartment, that the amount of Miis you are able to add will be limited. This isn't entirely a deal breaker necessarily, however I think most people would agree that it would be extremely disappointing if the game forces you to limit the amount of people on your island arbitrarily. I think if they were to cut down the amount of Miis per island, a reasonable minimum should be at least 50. Ideally I would prefer if the cap of 100 Miis was still a thing, since its a pretty reasonable number and I would be happy if they even allowed for more than that. Though if they do decide to limit the islanders to a smaller number, then I think it would honestly kill a lot of the hype for this game, since a big aspect of Tomodachi Life is the broadness of interactions possible between many islanders at a time. The Switch is more powerful than the 3DS so I am hoping they at least have some way around this issue, but the Switch isn't necessarily a powerhouse to begin with, so we will see how that pans out.

With all of that being said, I am still very excited for this game. I imagine future news will address some of these issues, but for now I guess we will just have to wait and see what happens. I will continue to post more about Living The Dream as more news presents itself.

[angelsforthenight]

scream babe, mean babe, guess who’s gonna cream babe! (pt. 4)

camgirl!vi x reader (pt 1, pt 2, pt 3)

summary: days are going by too quickly and fickle feelings blossom between you and vi. you make the most of each day with her, but when a certain someone comes back and places a hard choice on you, decisions will have to be made.

PRE A/N: hi lovelies,, even though i really really love when u guys send me messages and express how much u love my work (i adore it sm pls keep doing so) pls don’t ask me when i will update a chapter because i can never tell you a specific time and it stresses me out .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. believe it or not it takes a lot to write a series fanfic and i’ve already got a lot on my plate with work and school so pls acknowledge that ;; ANYWAYS I HOPE U ENJOY AND I LOB U GUYS

content (18+): lots of smut, situationship, tribbing, sub!vi, brat!vi, dirty talk, begging, risky sex, sort foot fetish but i don’t wanna call it that 😭🙏, very faint angst, lots of fluff too!!! crushing & yearning, dbf!sevika feature, we get a bit of vi’s pov, cliffhanger at the end :p

“you’re never gonna forget about me, are you?”

your legs are currently slotted in between vi’s, sticky not only from the film of sweat coated over your bodies, but also the undeniable arousal that has grown and festered between you two.

vi gasps sharply when you push yourself forward; bumping your clit against hers and smearing your fluids.

“you’re so… f-fucking smug.” she has to force the words out, now familiar with the fact that you always expect an answer to your questions. you reach down and cup her face, squeezing her cheeks.

“because i’m right. you’re gonna go off to wherever the hell knows where and i’m still going to be on your mind.” you grin, fucking her harder. vi’s hand flies to her mouth as she stifles in a cry. she doesn’t want to wake your parents who are asleep next door.

“i prefer not to think about that.” vi pitches her hips up, making sparks of stimulation rivulet down your entire body, right down to your feet. a whine doesn’t fail to escape your lips.

you and vi have been at this since the night of the barbecue party. fucking. it’s the best thing you could’ve wanted, especially because you always get to tease and taunt vi in the process. the unconscious ‘competition’ that had been going on between you two is now no more, but if it was, you’d be so many points higher than vi right now.

“i’m close. keep talking to me.” you sigh, eyes fluttering closed.

“i— fuck… c-can’t really talk either, you know. hah!” vi tries to sound snappy, but with the way your clits are gliding together at an intense pace, her voice comes out as pathetic instead.

“how bad do you need to cum right now?” you huff, your gaze struggling to focus as the impending release threatens to overtake you.

“real bad.” vi whines, tipping her head back. your hand reaches for vi’s, intertwining your fingers with hers.

“beg for it. i know you can.”

with how close you two are about to cum, your movements begin to grow sloppier, inconsistent. vi squeezes her hold on your hand.

“oh god… please let me cum. pleaseplease—“

it’s a salacious view alright. what with the harsh pants and the outwardly pornographic noises filling the room, creaming your sopping pussy against her own.

“then go ahead. make a mess.” you permit. vi doesn’t even need to be told twice, tipping her head back as her body goes rigid, shuddering violently. she swears she can see god, and you, the same.

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you are something quite like the sun these days. even your parents have noticed your heartened mood.

“you have roses in your cheeks.” your mother would point out warmly, the old-fashioned saying never failing to make you blush even more. you’re fucking glowing, and you have no one else to thank but vi. the bond between you two have nurtured like a river, flowing deeper with each passing day. is it too early to say that you’re falling in love?

it’s currently the evening and vi’s exhausted after a long day of running after animals, cleaning kennels, feeding and watering. you’re half sat/half laying in between her legs, with the cd she bought for you playing soothingly in the background. vi traces her name on the nape of your neck and you squirm, scrunching your face up.

“that tickles. and you’re not slick.”

you turn around only to see vi smiling impishly, like a mischievous child. “i was gonna write violence, actually.”

“liar.” you smile, turning back around and nuzzling comfortably against her front. you could fall asleep right now if you wanted to.

her fingertips graze against your scalp, tracing circles and stars and spirals. her name is what she writes the most, however, from the back of your head to the nape of your neck. as if engraving her name in your brain. 

you’re the happiest you’ve been in a while.

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fried chicken for dinner tonight. vi’s got one of those nights when she comes early from work, and your parents like her so much that they insist on eating all together and chatting when they all have the chance to. whereas two weeks ago you hated it, you’ve now come to appreciate it.

you sink your teeth into a wing, immediately regretting doing so because of how hot it is.

“damn it.” you mutter, blowing on it repeatedly. vi, sitting across from you, watches you amusedly. a slack smile playing on her lips.

“that’s why you gotta be patient.” she chirps, and your parents agree. you roll your eyes, though your heart betrays you by fluttering in glee. any sliver of attention from vi gets your heart going, and by the way she’s looking at you makes you hope she likes you the same way you do.

your clothed foot grazes vi’s under the table before sliding up her leg. vi quickly glances at you before focusing on her food again, quietly clearing her throat. you smile, your eyes brazenly set on her. it seems to be embarrassing her, considering the way her skin is beginning to match the colour of her hair.

you make matters worse by guiding your foot upwards, boldly pressing the heel of your foot against her crotch. it makes vi jolt so hard that her knees hit against the table, making the dishes clatter. you quietly snort.

“are you okay, violet?” your dad asks, raising a brow. vi’s jaw slacks open, her brain momentarily short-circuiting as she tries to figure out something to say.

“i… um. sorry. i get… s-shivers.” she mutters slowly. your foot doesn’t move.

“it’s okay, dad, i get them too sometimes.” you chime in, though your eyes are still settled on vi’s nervous ones. you take this a step further by ever so slightly shifting your foot up, with the right amount of pressure. vi instinctively clenches her thighs against your foot. the fabric of your sock crammed against vi’s dressed cunt is unbelievable, and vi hangs her head low, pinching the bridge of her nose as she tries her hardest to act normal at the dinner table. this is all so fun, watching vi try to stay as still as possible. her food is left discarded on her plate, completely forgotten about, whilst you amusedly nibble on a fry.

you press too hard, and high-pitched whimper leaves her lips. she thinks nobody heard because she instantly shot up from her seat, offering to take plates to the dishwasher. she shoots you a withering glare, one that makes you feel a pang of heat on your lower stomach.

you innocently smile back at her, offering her your plate for her to take.

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“that wasn’t cool what you did back there.” vi huffs whilst she tilts her head to the side, letting you pepper sloppy, open-mouthed kisses all over her neck.

“you didn’t like it?” you let yourself be selfish, planting purple bruises on the slope of her neck where it meets her shoulder.

“it’s not th—ah..t. it’s ‘cuz we were with your p-parents, so it’s weird…” vi’s voice is beginning to slew into a heap of slurred babbles, because you’ve now brought your teeth into the mix; nipping and sucking at her skin.

you glance up at her, taking in the hazy look on her face, the way her eyebrows are already settled in that familiar needy look you worship so much.

“good thing we didn’t get caught then. right?”

vi gazes down at you, furrowing her brows. the corner of her lips twitch into a little smile.

“you’re really something y’know?” she whispers, brushing your hair to the side so she can see more of your face. “you know what? you’re right. i’m probably not gonna forget about you.”

you blink, eyes widening a fraction as you register what she’s just said. mere words have somehow blown you off your socks and left you speechless, your dominant and playful demeanour gone like the wind. vi isn’t going to forget about you.

you glance down, busying yourself by running your hands up her thighs so vi can’t see how flustered you’re getting, how hard your heart has started to pound against your ribs.

“you mean that?” you mumble quietly, the question slipping out of your lips before your brain even gets a chance to stop them. you mentally curse yourself for sounding so needy and desperate. vi looks down at you quietly, before gently guiding your chin up to focus your gaze on her. she flashes you a grin.

“what was that tone? ’you mean that?’ you sound so sad.” you flush red when vi mimics you, swatting her hand away and looking away from her.

“fuck off.”

“no! just say you’re gonna miss me.” vi teases, trying to get you to show your face. you jerk away like a baby refusing to be spoon-fed. “come onnnn!” she coos.

vi pounces on you, making you both tumble onto the sheets. you squeal as you two get yourselves into playful roughhousing. you lightly pull at vi’s hair whilst she shoves your face, rolling around on the bed. you can’t help but burst out laughing at how silly you two are acting.

“there she is.” vi breathes, raising herself above you, her hands being on either side of your head. you guys both pant breathlessly, synchronised, as if connected.

“so what if i am going to miss you?” you mutter.

vi smiles sympathetically, a look you both want to diminish from your brain and keep it locked in there forever. you really don’t want vi to go. for her to just go back to being a cam-girl on your screen.

vi leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. though vi was the one to initiate it, your lips chase after hers, cupping her cheeks and holding her close. as if she’ll disintegrate if you let go.

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you two sleep together in your bed that night. it wasn’t planned, it just kind of happened. your heads are huddled together, vi’s cheek pressed against yours. despite the onslaught of boiling summer heat you’ve been experiencing these past few weeks, the covers are pulled up high, just under your chins, tucked in comfortably with the woman you’ve come to fall for.

you sleep so well that you don’t even realise your mother coming in the room to leave some towels in the cupboard. she’s quite surprised at the sight, not having really known how close you two have gotten. she smiles to herself and creeps away quietly, not wishing to wake you two up. she knew you’d be embarrassed if you found her there.

it’s the sound of vi’s alarm that wakes you two up. you inhale sharply at the unexpected blaring noise, whilst vi groans and lazily switches it off. she squints her eyes at the harsh sunlight bleeding through your sheer curtains. she then glances down at you — who’s trying to bury your face in her arm so you’re isn’t met with how bright it is.

“think it’s time to get up.” vi mutters, her voice laced with sleep. you groan awake, stretching and purposely shoving her a little while you do so.

“hey.” vi giggles, shoving you back.

you two end up staying in bed for a while longer, lazily mumbling about all sorts of things: how vi has the day off today, and you suggesting you go to the ice cream parlour downtown together. all the while, the tip of vi’s nails drag against your scalp soothingly.

though this little tranquil moment feels lovely, there’s a little voice nagging in the back of your head that vi will be leaving soon, in less than a week, so you shouldn’t feel too comfortable. guilt slithers up your spine at how much this feels like a relationship, like you two are girlfriends. the fact that this moment won’t last upsets you.

you faintly move away from her. “i’m gonna start getting ready.”

“mmm i’m gonna stay here for a little longer. i like your bed.” vi stretches.

after getting dressed, you pad downstairs. you expect to see your parents in the kitchen, but instead you surprisingly find sevika instead. sitting against the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee, reading a magazine as casual as ever, as if she’s been here all along.

“oh, look who’s finally up.” she glances at you through her glasses, before taking it off and setting it down on the table.

“sevika?” you blink repeatedly, “what are you doing here? where are my parents?” your thoughts frantically rush to vi, dreading how awkward things will most-likely be if she comes downstairs. your mind then proceeds to flash to the barbecue party, how you were so drunk you were practically throwing yourself all over the poor woman.

“they went out, told me to look after the house.” she grins. “i haven’t left this side of town quite yet. sorry to disappoint.”

“disappointed? no! definitely not… i’m more than happy you’re here actually.” you ramble, spilling more than you should. sevika simply stares at you amusedly.

“what’s with you lately? sit next to me.” she instructs gently, her voice so low and guiding that you can’t help but comply immediately. her silver eyes pierce through you so hard you’re afraid she’ll be able to somehow read your mind, so you look away. you do not want vi to come downstairs and see you like this.

but alas, vi does. skipping down the staircase and even cheerfully singing a little tune to herself. however upon seeing you and sevika, her face falls. in fact, it even sours.

“oh. hello.” she greets sevika flatly. glancing at you straightaway. you want to melt.

“morning. violet, was it?” sevika looks at her.

vi hums in response, you internally cringe at vi’s obvious attitude. “you?”

“name’s sevika. i’m a friend of the family.”

there seems to be this inexplicable tension in the room that is so thick that it feels like it’s being shoved down your throat and constricting your airways. you make up an excuse to leave, lying that there’s plants that need to be watered.

vi fleetingly hates you for leaving her alone with this older woman, who exhibits an air of being intimidating yet lenient all the same. she knows you two are close, judging by the way you two acted at the party. it may be selfish to admit, but she didn’t like it. not even in the slightest. sure, it’s worrying, considering you two aren’t even dating, and she’ll probably never see you again once her stay here expires, but she doesn’t care.

“you’re staring at me a lot. is there something on my face?” sevika smiles. vi swears she’s not being crazy when she says she can feel the condescending tone bleeding out of her.

“no.” vi mumbles as a response, trying to peek at the garden to see where you are at; silently pleading for you to come save her from this painful conversation.

“so… you and y/n? y’all close or..?” sevika raises a brow.

vi narrows her eyes. she’d be pleasured to snap in sev’s face about that being frankly none of her business and that she should be playing bingo or some shit (vi has no sense of what forty year old women do.)

“sure. close enough to know that she’s good with her hands… which explains the planting thing.” vi passes it off as a simple gardening thing, but she meant more, and sevika knows she meant more. they glare at each other silently, an invisible zing of electricity charging between the two of them.

you come back just in time to fizzle out the tense moment, and both women stare up at you, saying your name at the same time. vi and sevika glare at each other whilst you stand there confused; obviously unaware of what happened whilst you were gone.

sevika’s the first to successfully grab your attention, getting at your name first before vi does.

“you mind if we talk? privately?” she mutters.

“it’s fine, i’ll just go upstairs.” vi bitches, storming up the stairs like an angsty teenager. you furrow your brows at her behaviour. maybe it wasn’t such a good idea leaving them alone.

“anyway. i mostly came here to talk to you about something.” sevika says, her eye contact as strong as always. you quietly nod, though a little inkling in your brain is worrying about vi, hoping she isn’t actually sulking upstairs.

“i’m leaving today. do you want to come back with me?” sevika’s words make you pause, your gaze fully focused on her.

“just for a few days. i already talked to your parents about it. i think you’d like it. would be good for you.” sevika smirks.

your brain short-circuits, just shy of exploding. a year ago, you were absolutely gutted upon hearing that sevika was leaving. you wanted nothing more than for her to pack you up in her suitcase and take you with her. you adore sevika. anything she says, goes.

but on the flip side, you cannot just leave vi: someone you’ve bonded with heavily, even outside of sex. you can’t even begin to imagine her face if you’d tell her, especially since vi’s days of living in your house are coming to an end. you don’t even think you’d be able to see her go if you went with sevika.

then again… vi came here with a purpose. she simply wanted to do volunteering and wanted a place to stay in. having sex with you is probably just a mere bonus, that’s all she probably sees it as. you two don’t mean enough to each other than you hope.

you get out of your head, noticing that sevika is looking at you expectedly. whatever you pick will matter, and will leave an impression that’ll hardly be forgettable…

a/n: ACKKKK WHO WILL READER CHOOSEEEE AHAHAHAH 😈😈😈😈 pt 5 will be the last part and bc i’m going on holidays soon then hopefully i’ll be able to come out with it faster. also thinking of making an epilogue 🤫🤫

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[arclic-stuff]

What's been missing

Pairing: Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

Synopsis: You and Lilia have been dating for a few months, but she has felt you becoming distant over the last week. She confronts you, and you open up about your issues with intimacy.

Warnings: smut(18+), sexual tension, teasing, fluff, slight angst?, mentions of bad past relationships and intimacy issues, praise, fingering, begging, cunnilingus, petnames?, sort of dirty talk?

Word count: 3.1k

Author's note: This is the product of burnout and loosely based on my own experiences, whoops. Also, my first time writing smut, in case you couldn't tell lol. I've read over it but honestly fuck it y'all will get the vibe regardless of typos. Feedback is welcome, hope you enjoy!

The harsh bathroom light hurts your eyes as you contemplate your next move. You and Lilia have been dating for a few months since you started tarot lessons with the witch. The two of you clicked and soon the friendship developed further into a relationship that feels so right. All was going well until tonights movie date.

Apart from the occasional make out, things hadn't progressed far on the intimacy side of your relationship. Due to bad experiences in the past, you're hesitant to get intimate with her in case it goes badly and scares her off. So when her hand began to creep up your leg during the movie, you panicked. And so, you've been sitting in the bathroom for the last 15 minutes thinking of what to do.

Knowing you can't hide forever, you head back to your living room towards the couch. Lilia smiles as you approach before looking back at the TV. You sit down next to her, trying to focus on the movie, but Lilia has other plans. Once again, her hand finds your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as she moves higher. Of course, it feels nice, but you dont know what to do with the feelings, so you shift on the couch, moving to the far end of the couch. You feel Lilia's head turn, but you ignore it, hoping for the moment to pass. Lilia sits for a moment before reaching for the remote, turning off the film.

"(y/n) has something happened?" Lilia turns to face you, worry painted across her face as she prepares for the worst.

"No, I'm fine" You offer a weak smile hoping it is convincing but her face remains the same.

"No, you're not. Why are you pulling away from me? And I don't just mean tonight, this whole week you've been distant. If something's happened between us, I need to know."

Sometimes you forgot how observant Lilia is. You struggle to find the words to explain yourself, instead sitting in silence trying to string together a sentence. The silence is too much for Lilia to bare and so she stands up.

"I should go, I don't know what I've done but I'm sorry. Goodnight (y/n)" The older woman tries and fails to hide the wobble in her voice as she rushes to get her jacket. You rise to your feet to follow after her.

"No please don't go. You've done nothing wrong" You rush to stand between her and the door, reaching for her hand which she pulls away.

"Then why?" Lilia asks, looking at you for an explanation. Struggling to find the words, you grab her hand and pull her back into the living room to sit down on the couch, hoping the movement can give her time to think. The silence of the space mixed with Lilia's pleading eyes pulls the words out of your mouth before you can stop them. Closing your eyes, you explain your issues with intimacy from your last relationship, how you're terrified of going further with her in case you mess it up, but also at the same time how you yearn for her and didn't know how to communicate it without sounding crazy.

You open your eyes, bracing for her reaction, but instead she looks at you with nothing but understanding, "Thank you for telling me this. How are you feeling now?"

"Good, it's been hard keeping it to myself. It's so confusing, I want us to get closer, but it scares me" You fidget with your hands, moving slightly towards Lilia without realising, meanwhile she sits back on the couch.

"We can start small?" Lilia opens her arms to you, inviting you closer, and you accept. Lying in Lilia's arms feels like a reward for finally being open with her and yourself. You sink into her chest as her arms envelope you. Lilia hums as she feels you relax in her arms and starts rubbing your back absentmindedly, making you press into her more.

"We can go at whatever pace you need Dolcezza" Her hand continues on it's path drifitng up and down your spine, making you shudder with every movement, her other hand moves your hair out your face.

"We're in no rush, we can try things out together when you're ready" Lilia plants a gentle kiss on your temple, sighing. Something about how gentle she is being with you fills you with curiousity, urges you haven't allowed youself to dwell on resurfacing with every touch.

"What if I want to try things now" You blurt it out trying to hide you face from the woman.

"Oh? What kind of things?"

You shrug, making Lilia chuckle, "Well, we need some ideas first" 

The hand on your back drifts down towards your waist, making you shiver.

"Do you like being touched like this?" Lilia's voice sounds more suggestive, as if she is being affected just as much as you. You hum as she continues rubbing your back, every often moving back to your waist then hip, making you whimper slightly, but once again lilia notices.

"How did you ex touch you?"

"Not like this" 

"That's not what I asked baby, what did they do? What did you like or dislike? Its okay you can tell me" 

"They never did things like this, it was just sex"

"What do you mean just sex" 

"You know sex sex" 

"Honey do you mean no foreplay?" 

You look up confused, as if it's an alien concept.

"Oh my God that explains so much" 

"There's more to relationships than sex, sweetheart, of course that's nice, but being caressed, worshipped, loved, that's different"

You stare at her in shock, shock of how simple the issue had been. It wasn't the intimacy you had issues with, it was the lack of.

"Can you keep going please?"

Lilia smirks tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Of course love, like this?" Lilia continues to rub your back, going in long movements covering your shoulders, waist, hip bone, it makes you fall back into her arms, head in chest, hand gripping her upper arm as she runs her nails lightly down your spine.

"Is this okay?" She using her other hand to caress your face thumb rubbing your cheek. You nod before nuzzling into her neck again, shifting closer to her in the process.

"(Y/n), I need an answer" 

"Yes" 

"Do you want anything else?" You look away awkwardly, still unsure how to verbalise your thoughts, instead trying to avoid her eye. "Do you want me to stop?" 

"What? No dont" 

"Then what do you want? This is about you right now" Lilia pulls your head out her neck so her mouth is against your ear.

"I just want to make you feel good baby, what can I do?" 

Feeling her breath against your ear gives you new found confidence and without thinking you sit up and move to sit on her lap, straddling her thighs. Lilias eyes widen at the sudden action, keeping her hands at her side, not wanting to push you any further. You slump, fidgeting with your hands unsure what to do now the two of you are face to face. Lilia senses your nerves, moving to hold you hands, making you look up.

"What can I do?" She whispered. Trying to act on instinct, you move her hands to your hips, bottom lip between teeth.

"Show me what I've been missing" 

"Are you sure?" 

"Please, Lilia" 

"Come here then" She hums looking down at you lips. Slowly you lean forward and finally kiss Lilia. It's soft, gentle, quick like the ones you've shared before, but this time it isn't just a sign of affection. Lilia moves her hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. This one goes on for longer, and has more heat contained within. Lips moving against eachother, hands finding Lilia's shoulders and neck.

Lilia's hands are still glued to your body, squeezing your hipbone, advancing upwards but this time under the barrier of your shirt making you sigh into the kiss. Her hand goes further up then comes down quick, nails lightly scratching on the way done. The action makes you break the kiss, pulling back to gasp.

"You okay?" lilia says lips grazing your jaw.

"Yes.." 

"Yes? And?" 

"Yes and keep going please" You whimper gripping onto her shoulders as if it's the only thing stopping you from combusting

"How about we take this to the other room hm?" Lilia tilts her head to look up at you, hands running across your thighs. You nod eagerly, standing up, pulling her up with you. The two of you head for your bedroom, Lilia stops at the doorway, slipping off her shoes before entering after you.

It occurs to you suddenly that Lilias never been in your room before. You feel self-concious about the space, the cluttered bedside table, piles of clothes, and the work desk with your sketches and projects spread out across the surface. Lilia inquisitively looks around the room as she takes off her robe, folding it over your chair. Her eyes settle on the sketches looking at them with genuine interest.

"Are these the commissions you mentioned earlier?" Lilia glances at the open sketchbook infront of her, you come to stand beside her pointing out a seperate drawing.

"Those are just warm up doodles, this is the actual work, it's been a very interesting process actually," You go on to explain when you feel hands snake around your wasit, realising Lilia has moved to stand behind you, looking over your shoulder at the drawing.

"Continue please" she rests her chin on your shoulder listening to you try and continue with what you where saying. You do try to keep talking but Lilia starts kissing your shoulder, hands gliding across your stomach resting on your hips, pulling you in closer. Somehow, she manages to continue asking questions about your work, asking about the process, the inspiration, showing interest in your work aswell as your body.

You can only take so much. The questions, the attention, the compliments, it all makes you feel light headed and wound up. It makes you turn around and crash your lips against hers, starting to back her up towards the bed, pushing her down.

Lilia looks up with a smug smirk, perched up on her elbows watching you catch your breath, the eye contact makes you shiver and suddenly feel self-concious. She moves on the bed to create space for you to join her, which you do, lying down so you're both facing eachother.

"How are you feeling now?" Lilia whispers, hand reaching out to trace your arm and side. You reach out towards her pulling her up to lean on her elbow.

"Like I need you on top of me" You huff, trying to pull her, but she stays where she is, running a hand along your jaw.

"Are you sure (y/n)? I dont want to push you too much" Lilia pulls her hand away but you grab it before it goes too far.

"I know, but I want you to" You kiss her palm before taking one of her fingers into your mouth. As you slowly suck, you look up at her with pleading eyes. The actions make Lilia's jaw clench, eyes darkening. Realising it's working, you lie down on the pillows, laying your arms up, resting around it. Making Lilia chuckle, she sits up.

"This is quite the view" Lilia moves to sit infront of you, gently guiding your knees apart, shifting to hover above you. Having her this close in this position makes your breath hitch, bottom lip going between your teeth.

"Aw do I make your nervous baby?"

She kisses you, hips pressing down into yours, making you moan at the sensation. She continues kissing you, going to kiss your neck again. She moves the collar of your shirt to find new skin, making you start undoing the buttons of your shirt, she swats your hand away.

"That's my job, Dolcezza" She unbuttons your shirt before pushing it off your shoulders, runs hands up your side, stopping just under your bra, making your back arch.

"Absoluting stunning my love, may I?" Lilia hooks her finger under a bra strap, you node shifting to give her access to the clasp. Lilia takes it off tossing it across the room. Her lips meet yours again as she palms at your chest, making you whine into her mouth, legs tightening around her waist keeping her close.

You roll your hips, she sits back looking at the mess she's turned you into, topless, messy hair, love bites painted across your neck and chest, but what she loves the most is your expression, the heavy eyelids, gaze fulled with lust, pure relatation and arousal. This is exactly how she wanted you, sunken between pillows, relaxed, needy.

"You look so good like this," Lilia ghosts across your lips, pulling back when you lean in. She keeps you like this, right on the precipice of contact, she moves to drift along your neck, breath fanning over you as you shiver. She settles next to your ear as she whispers, "Do you like how I take care of you baby?"

You whine at the words, unable to speak. Lilia moves to face you again holding your chin so you can't look away.

"What else can I do " She cooes placing quick kisses on your lips, "Where do you want me?" You look down, gesturing to your core. Lilia follows your gaze but returns a faux puzzled face, "I don't know what you mean?"

"Yes you do Lilia!" You try to move her hand down but she pulls it away to graze your inner thigh, just off where you need her.

"I can't do anything until you tell me what to do, please baby I want to take care of you" The hand on your inner thigh tightens. Finally you snap out of frustration, hands covering your face as you give her what she wants.

"I need you to fuck me Lilia, please however you want" Your hands are pealed away from your face, Lilia's fingers lacing between yours. She takes in your dishevealed appearance, how you lean forward waiting for her next move.

"That's a good girl", you gasp at the petname and Lilia notices, leaning in to ghost over your lips, "Thats my good girl"

Her lips crash on yours with a new hunger behind them. Teeth clashing, tongues advancing into each other's mouths, making both of you moan at the new territory. Lilia's hand fidgets with the belt loops on your jeans, pulling you closer. Wanting to speed things along, you reach between your bodies, undoing the button and zipper. Before Lilia can fully pull away and make a quick remark, you pull her bottom lip between your teeth, making her shiver for the first time tonight.

She eagerly pulls your jeans and underwear off in one go, the cold air of the room finding your exposed skin, goosebumps covering in its wake. Lilia kisses you once more before moving down your body to rest between your legs. The vulnerability and anticipation battle within you, stuck between rolling your hips in her face and shutting your legs from her, which is met with hands gripping your inner thighs.

"None of that", Lilia looks up at you through heavy eyes as she starts kissing and sucking on the flesh adjacent to your core. Her hand rubs the other thigh, helping to soothe any anxieties you have as she continues her assault on your skin. You gasp when you feel her teeth sink in, imprinting a similar mark on your thigh to the ones decorating your neck and chest. The sting of the bite mixes with the heat in your core, making you feel dizzy, unable to imagine how it gets better than this.

That was when she ran her tongue up your folds. Slow and gentle at first as you adjusted to the feeling, applying more pressure with her tongue alternating between long strips and sucking on your clit, making you arch your back and grip the bedsheets benneth you. You feel yourself tense up, closing in around nothing, making you whine at the emptiness. You grab her shoulders, clawing her to come back up to you. Lilia looks at you with concern, which you quickly resolve with your next request.

"Your hand," you pant, guiding her hand down between you, "I need you inside me," you whisper against her smiling lips. She moves to hover above you again with her hand exploring your core. She keeps her eyes glued to you as she gathers wetness on her fingers, teasing your entrance with her middle fingertip.

"I don't think it's just my fingers you want" Lilia moves so her face is inches from you, filling your eyeline with nothing but her inquisitive face. "I think you just want all my attention. You want to be touched here," She punctuates the last word with two fingers slipping inside you, watching you moan, "but you want me up here too, kissing you, looking at you, talking to you. You're a bit greedy, aren't you?" She starts thrusting her fingers, rocking her hips into you as well. Your legs find her waist again, giving her a better angle to curl her fingers.

"I want to hear you say it baby, say you're greedy"

Your hands fly to her back, scratching into her shoulders, the knot in your stomach tightening as your knuckles turn white around her arms. "I'm greedy, oh god Lilia!" You nearly scream as she adds a third finger and increases the pace to a brutal speed.

"Good girl, you can come now go on baby" Her encouragements are all you need to go over the edge. The climax runs over you, clouding you mind, stilling your body as you gradually come back down to earth. When you open your eyes, Lilia is already heading for the bathroom where she washs her hands and gets a wash cloth. When she comes back, she cleans you up then pulls you back against her chest like how this started on the couch.

"You did so well Dolezza" Lilia runs her hands along your back, feeling you shift against her. You start moving your hand down her body towards her stomach. You go to touch her further but is stopped by her hand moving it back to rest on her chest.

"But I want to-" You start when Lilia kisses you tenderly. "I know you do, but this was about you. I got what I needed, now rest, please baby" She lays her head back against the headboard, smirking.

"And besides, we have plenty of time for that later"

[gatorbites-imagines]

Since you’ve been thinking about writing more for Scott Summers all I have to say is:

Please do I need my hubby back

Scott Summers, Gator rambling 

Or should I call this horny posting? This is just me ranting about what I've been thinking about for days about my husband Scott Summers, I love him so much.

I need him so god damn bad I'm almost ripping the wallpaper off the walls. 

Thinking about his mouth, about hooking fingers at the corners of his mouth to pull his jaw open, so you can fuck his throat, with your fingers or with something else. Scott gagging wetly, but gripping on to your thighs, trying to flutter his tongue and clench his throat. 

Scott having such pretty lips. His eyes are always hidden, so its not like you can get lost in those, but you just end up getting lost in the movement of his lips, especially after knowing what they look like, bitten and shiny with spit or your spend. 

Scott being new to sleeping with men, but god, does he make it up with enthusiasm. He has denied himself this for so long, that he pushes himself too quickly when he tries to ride you the first time, or hes audibly panting as he undoes your belt. 

Rucking the back of his shirt up his back, and his jeans halfway down his thighs so you can palm at his ass, Scott gasping when you spread him open. Scott looking over his shoulder in confusion when you get down on your knees, only to yelp when he feels you licking him out. 

He would tell you that it was dirty and gross, only for his knees to buckle when you wiggle your tongue inside, and you start jerking him off with both your hands like you are pulling a damn handle, or milking a cow. 

Scott trying to plan and be meticulous, but you leave him fumbling and stupid on your dick. He ends up having to keep his eyes clenched tightly shut whenever you rail him, or wear a blindfold, because he loses control of his eyes every now and then when he gets dizzy with pleasure. 

Mental image of Scott wearing tight briefs or jockstraps that just cup his cheeks perfectly, and making his ass plumper and bouncier than normal. Biggest problem is, that he wouldn't even realize it in the beginning. He would wear these things because its more comfortable in the suit, only for you to bend him over and “punish” him for teasing you all day. 

[senseiofbullshit]

Had to get this out of my system because I was literally falling asleep writing it in my notes last night. I was thinking about Jean, Connie, Porco, and Reiner's favorite positions. I don't know the name for all, but hope you can pick up what I'm putting down.

Jean - Softly dominant, more of a service top. He opts for position with depth that will brush up against all the spots that will leave his partner an exhausted, satisfied mess. He can be a little rougher if you ask, but he's more about slow, long sessions that teeter between primal and passionate. He encourages and talks you through it. Isn't satisfied unless you both finish (you multiple times if possible). He doesn't mind a quickie every now and then, but they're not his favorite since he likes to take his time. He really enjoys the intimacy and considers sex quality time. Starts tweaking and getting irritable if you guys haven't had sex in a while. He's not above begging for "just a little taste, I swear".

face sitting & 69

missionary while he holds your legs open or hand pressing down on your lower abdomen

mating press

you on your back while he holds you up by the hips to keep you waist level or with pillows under you (he prefers to hold you up, but pillows leave his hands free to play with your body)

on your knees

Going down on you with the tongue/finger combo while his free hand holds you down

things he says:

"Yeah? You like that don't you?"

"That's so fucking good, baby"

"You're mine. All mine."

(chuckling) "Yeahhhh. Good girl. Good girl."

"Thaaat's it. There we go. Yeah, baby."

"So beautiful. I love it when you (act)."

"Let me hear you."

Connie - Since he's a bit of a lazy lover, he usually opts for things that are a little less work on him or where the burden is shared. Lazy doesn't equal bad. Connie still gets the job done, but if you both only finish once, he's fine with that. Always down for a quickie. He talks the least out of the four. He's focused on the moment and satisfying you both. He's fun in bed though and will actually flip a coin or do rock paper scissors for who gets on top, especially if its late or in the middle of the night.

On your knees for him

Spooning while you hold your leg up (or any variation, but leg up is his favorite)

cowgirl while he sits up/rocking horse

you spread eagle on the counter

Any variation of doggy

69

Mutual masturbation or touching each other

things he says:

"Fuck, you feel so good."

"Touch yourself for me."

"Fuck, I know you like that."

"So pretty."

Porco - I think he takes on more of a dominant role. He can be rough and teasing, but he always gets the job done and satisfies you ten times over. While he likes depth so he can push your crazy button, he also opts for control. Pretty talkative and talks you through it. He uses this sweet, gravelly, honeyed voice when he is saying the filthiest things known to man. He talks the most out of the four, constantly praising or degrading you (whatever is your fancy lol). Porco will wear your ass out and be unforgiving about it. His stamina is crazy, so he's fine if he doesn't always finish. When you look at the time, you realize it's been three hours and he's still in your guts. Opposite of Jean in the sense that you will be the one tweaking if it's been a while.

Prone bone (especially in front of a mirror) while he chokes you, has his fingers in your mouth, hand over your mouth, or grips your jaw while either talking in you ear or biting/kissing your neck

From behind, but you're upright with your back against his chest (also would be great in front of a mirror)

Bent over the couch and any variation of doggy

Cowgirl

Missionary with one leg on his shoulder

Missionary where he restrains your arms by bear hugging your midsection while he drills into you

Another one that enjoys going down on you and using the tongue finger combo while his free arm holds you down

things he says

"Look at you. Already a fucking mess."

"You look so good doing/taking (act)."

"You want me to stop?" (Laugh) "I didn't think so."

"Tell me you love this."

"My greedy girl. Always wants me to (act)."

"My pussy, you hear me?"

"Yeahhh. That's it. I'm gonna make a mess outta you. Give me some more/one more."

"I know. I know. Come on, baby. You can do it."

(Laughs) "So fucking loud."

Reiner - He feels like he was made to please you in whatever form you like. He can be dominant but leans more towards the submissive side. Everything he does it to please you and he really, really gets off on pleasing you. He likes being in control, but uses his control to satiate you before considering himself. He doesn't mind a pillow princess since he believes he should be doing a bulk of the work anyway. He just wants you to enjoy yourself and make sure you're pleased. He's okay not always finishing as long as you're satisfied, but he will never say no to you finishing him or going another round to ensure that he finishes. Checks in with you constantly to make sure you're okay. He prefers a soft, passionate environment, but will absolutely rail you if that's what you want.

Face sitting (he doesn't care if he suffocates, SIT ON IT)

Missionary

Standing doggy

Lotus

Any variation of cowgirl, but he will do the work by pistoning up into you

Standing lotus (or any position where he can show off his strength but still please you)

Certified eater

things he says:

"That feel good, baby? You want more? Tell me you want more."

"Atta girl.” (Chuckle) “I knew you could do it."

"You look so fucking pretty when you..."

"Look at me. Yeah. Mhm. Just like that. Yeah, baby."

“Look at youuu. God, you look so good.”

[caitified]

hiii can you do just write some more bella content nothing specific!!

tyy

CAITLIN AND BELLA HEADCANNONS

warnings: none, i can do more of these if people like them.

— bella has caitlin clark wrapped around her little finger, and she knows it. she’s been aware of this fact since before she could even talk. all she has to do is give caitlin one pout, tilt her head, and hit her with a soft, “mama, please?” and boom—whatever she wanted is hers.

— caitlin cannot say no to her. she tries sometimes—really, she does—but the second bella so much as sniffles, caitlin’s already backtracking.

“bella, baby, i already told you—”

bella sniffles dramatically, eyes wide and glassy like she’s about to sob.

caitlin, panicked: “okay okay okay, we can get it—don’t cry!”

— she always takes bella on her little errands, but they turn into mini shopping sprees because caitlin lets her pick out anything she wants. you check the receipt later and see way too many charges under “toys & kids apparel.”

— when you ask her what’s up with that, caitlin just deadpans, “bella needed them.”

— caitlin spoils her rotten. the first time bella asks for a pony, you laugh. caitlin looks seriously into it.

— bedtime is a joke. bella knows she should be asleep, but she also knows caitlin is a total pushover. she’ll climb onto caitlin’s lap and say, “mama, can we cuddle just a little longer?” in the sweetest voice ever and caitlin melts.

— they fall asleep on the couch together all the time, and when you try to wake caitlin up, she just mumbles, “five more minutes, babe,” and pulls bella closer.

— sometimes caitlin acts like she’s the only parent, not in a bad way but just because bella is glued to her. like when you call bella’s name and she’s literally sitting in caitlin’s arms, she doesn’t even react.

“bella, come here.”

no response.

“bella.”

bella looks at caitlin.

“baby, mommy is talking to you.”

bella finally turns to you, blinking like she just noticed you were there.

— whenever bella does something ridiculous, caitlin is so unserious about disciplining her. if she throws something across the room and you tell her to pick it up, caitlin struggles not to laugh.

“baby, you can’t just throw things like that.”

bella crosses her arms dramatically. “yes i can.”

caitlin turns away, shaking with silent laughter.

you: “caitlin.”

caitlin, clearing her throat, trying to be serious: “bella, listen to mommy.”

— if bella has even the tiniest scrape, caitlin freaks out. she will stop everything to inspect it, even if it’s just a little bump.

“baby, let me see—does it hurt? are you okay? should we go to the doctor?”

“mama, it’s a boo-boo.”

“exactly. we need to get you checked out.”

— caitlin will play basketball with her for hours. even though bella is only two, caitlin is already planning her WNBA career.

“she’s got a nice shot, babe.”

“caitlin, she’s barely tall enough to hold the ball.”

“okay, but look at that form.”

— bella thinks every mom is a pro athlete because of caitlin. one day, she meets another kid’s mom and is shocked when she finds out she doesn’t play basketball.

“your mommy doesn’t play?”

“no?”

bella turns to you, completely horrified. “mommy, why??”

— but the most heartbreaking moment for caitlin is when bella—who has always been mama’s girl starts showing more love to you.

— caitlin is flabbergasted the first time bella runs straight into your arms instead of hers. she pouts about it for hours.

“babe,” she mutters, looking tragic, “she loves you more than me now.”

“caitlin, she’s still obsessed with you.”

“but you’re her favorite now.”

bella, clinging to your side, nods solemnly. “mommy is the best.”

caitlin gasps like she was just betrayed.

— but later that night, bella wakes up crying and immediately crawls into caitlin’s arms. she clings to her shirt, presses her face into caitlin’s neck, and mumbles, “mama.”

— caitlin immediately looks at you like, see? she still loves me.

— from that moment on, caitlin starts working overtime to reclaim her title as bella’s favorite. she goes all in on bribery—extra cookies, later bedtimes, whatever it takes.

— you catch her whispering to bella one day, “remember, baby, i’m the fun one.”

— and bella—who is now very aware that her parents are competing for her love—milks it.

— she goes to you when she wants cuddles, kisses, or attention. but when she wants to bend the rules, she runs straight to caitlin.

— you hear her one night, after you told her no more cartoons before bed, creeping up to caitlin and whispering, “mama, mommy said no, but you can say yes.”

— caitlin knows she should reinforce the rules, but bella is looking up at her with those big eyes and that sweet little face, and all logic leaves her brain.

— she flicks her gaze toward you in the kitchen before whispering back, “one episode. but don’t tell mommy.”

— bella giggles and runs to grab the remote while caitlin sits there feeling like the biggest pushover ever.

— when you walk in five minutes later and see paw patrol playing, you immediately glare at caitlin.

“caitlin.”

“babe—”

“you let her have the remote, didn’t you?”

“no—well, yes, but technically, she was very persuasive.”

bella, proudly pointing to herself like, “yes, i did that.”

— but then one night, when bella has a bad dream, caitlin is the first one she runs to.

— she climbs into bed, crawls straight into caitlin’s arms, and snuggles into her chest, mumbling, “mama, i had a bad dream.”

— caitlin immediately holds her close, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead, whispering, “it’s okay, baby, mama’s got you.”

— you roll over and watch the two of them curled up together, and even though you’ve been teasing caitlin about spoiling bella too much, you can’t even be mad.

— caitlin catches your eye over bella’s head and just smirks.

— “see?” she mouths. “still her favorite.”

[blairwbb]

August

pairing: Paige Bueckers x fem!oc

summary: Paige Bueckers and Knox rivers grew up side by side in Hopkins, their friendship evolving over the years from childhood pals to something deeper, though neither ever dared to label it. They shared everything, from inside jokes to their dreams for the future, but something unspoken always lingered between them, creating an uncharted tension neither knew how to navigate.

A/N: This is loosely based ‘August’ By Taylor swift. I’m new to writing so enjoy!

-

Sitting on the porch in Hopkins, Minnesota, after being away for a while feels like stepping back into a quieter, familiar part of my life. It was different from North Carolina. The warm breeze of spring or the crisp air of fall gently brushes against my skin, making me realize how much I have missed the simple, peaceful moments here. The sound of birds chirping and the occasional hum of a distant lawnmower fills the air, but it's the neighborhood's calm rhythm that stands out.

The houses around me are cozy, with their well-kept yards and a sense of community that feels grounded in time. The trees, taller and fuller than before, offer shade, casting dappled light across the porch. I take in the smell of the earth and greenery, a mix of fresh grass and the faint scent of nearby flowers, a reminder of the seasons that come and go.

I can hear the distant sounds of traffic, but they’re muffled, more like background noise than a distraction. The streets, which once felt familiar, now seem a little quieter, almost like they’ve slowed down with me. The town feels like it has grown in some ways but stayed exactly the same in others, like a snapshot of what you remember, with small, subtle changes that only time can bring.

It's a moment of reflection, a mix of nostalgia and a slight sense of detachment, like reconnecting with an old friend after years apart. It’s comforting, yet a little strange. Strange because she was back also. She as in Paige Bueckers

It feels different now, being back in Hopkins, especially with Paige. I hadn’t seen her since that last summer before you both left for college. It was a summer full of familiar warmth, laughter, and easy moments, but it also ended with something unexpected. The kiss.

It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t something either of us had talked about before, but there it was—a quiet, unexpected spark that both of you had felt lingering in the air. It wasn’t the type of kiss that changes everything, but it was enough to make things feel a little more complicated than they were before. We both left that summer with unspoken words hanging between us, things we didn’t know how to address. Neither of us brought it up, and slowly, the distance between us grew—not just physically, but emotionally, too. College, new lives, new routines—it all just took over.

Now, we’re both back. Her return feels like stepping into a moment frozen in time, but also one where everything feels slightly off, like a puzzle piece that doesn’t quite fit. We’re both trying to find your way around the awkwardness, but there’s an undeniable tension that I can’t ignore. She’s the same Paige—kind, easy to talk to, but there’s something different, a sense that maybe both of you are just trying to figure out what this is now, what it all means after that summer.

Our families are as close as ever, and it’s easy to fall back into those old rhythms of family get-togethers and shared moments, but you can’t help but feel the weight of the silence between you two. It’s not a bad silence, not something that holds animosity or regret, but it’s there. Both of you are different now.

When you catch her eyes, it’s clear she feels it too. There’s a soft, almost apologetic smile from her, like she wants to bring things back to the way they were, but doesn’t quite know how. You’re not sure either. But maybe that’s okay. Maybe some things are better left unspoken. Maybe, over time, it’ll all come back to a place where things are easy again—just like they used to be, before everything got complicated.

-

The families are celebrating the fact that everyone’s back in town, and it’s the kind of gathering that feels right—filled with the warmth of familiar faces and the easy chatter of old friends. My sisters, of course, know all about the night with Paige. It’s hard to keep things like that a secret, especially when Im surrounded by people who’ve seen you both grow up. They’ve been giving me knowing glances all evening, exchanging quiet conversations, like they’re just waiting for the two of us to figure it out and talk about what happened.

When the grocery run is suggested, it feels like a natural way to slip away from the attention of the gathering. Paige and I share a brief, almost relieved look before we both agree. It’s the perfect excuse, and a welcome break. As we drive through the familiar streets of Hopkins, everything feels easy again. The tension starts to dissolve the further away you get from the house, and the conversation comes back like it always did—effortless.

We talk about the usual stuff first—how school’s going, how your families have been. But then there’s that moment where things shift, the way conversations often do when you're with someone you’re close to. The air between us grows a little thicker, and it’s clear both of us are dancing around the thing that’s been unsaid for so long.

Paige’s voice breaks through the quiet first, her tone softer than usual, almost like she’s testing the waters. “I miss this,” she says, glancing over at you, her eyes briefly meeting mine. It’s not just about the grocery run or the conversation; it’s about everything—the simplicity of being around each other again, the familiarity that comes with time spent together.

I nod, a small, tight smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “I miss It too,” I admit, the words slipping out before I can stop them. There’s a vulnerability in the air now, something unspoken but understood. i want to say more, to explain everything that’s been swirling around in my head for months. But the words don’t come.

The car pulls into the grocery store parking lot, and there’s a quiet moment where neither of you moves to get out. You both know the time for the big conversation hasn’t come yet. There’s still a lot of unpacking to do, but in that moment, the silence feels comforting. It’s not awkward—it’s just... right.

“Knox, I know we’ve both been avoiding it,” Paige says, her voice quieter this time, “but I think we need to figure this out. Whatever happened that night...”

I don’t answer right away, but i don’t need to. She knows we’re both on the same page, both waiting for the right moment, the right words. But for now, being here, together again, is enough. You’re not rushing to fix everything. You’re just letting it flow, letting the distance between us shrink a little more with each passing minute.

When you finally get out of the car, it’s easy, almost like nothing changed. We walk side by side into the store, the quiet understanding between us enough to carry us through whatever comes next.

The celebration is in full swing by the time me and Paige get back from the grocery run. Laughter spills out from the house as soon as you step inside, the familiar sounds of your families blending together in a way that feels like home. It’s easy, effortless—just like things between paige and I  have started to feel again.

My sisters are the first to notice the shift. They don’t say anything outright, but the knowing glances they exchange are enough to make you roll your eyes. They’ve been waiting for this, watching from the sidelines like it’s some long-running TV show they’re personally invested in. And honestly, they kind of are.

Dinner stretches into late evening, and the teasing starts slow—little comments from your mom, a raised eyebrow from Paige’s dad when we end up sitting next to each other, the way everyone conveniently seems to leave just enough space for both of us to end up paired together. It’s subtle at first, but then my older sister, MK, never one for patience, finally says what everyone’s been thinking.

“So, have you two figured it out yet, or are we gonna have to lock you in a room until you do?”

 I nearly choke on your drink, and Paige just laughs, shaking her head like she’s completely unbothered. “Figured what out?” she asks, playing along, though the slight flush on her face gives her away.

“Oh, come on,” another sibling chimes in. “You guys always do this. Dance around each other, act like it’s nothing, and then—boom—you finally admit what we’ve all known for years.”

There’s laughter, a few exaggerated sighs from family members who have clearly been waiting for this moment longer than I even realized. I glance at Paige, and she’s already looking at me, amusement flickering in her eyes, but there’s something else too. A quiet understanding. A silent, yeah, they’re not wrong.

You shake your head, fighting back a smile. 

“Y’all are delusional.”

“Uh-huh,” My sister snorts. “Just wait. You two will figure it out.”

The conversation moves on, but the energy lingers. And the thing is… they’re right. You and Paige willfigure it out. Maybe not tonight, maybe not even tomorrow. But being here, with her, with your families, laughing and teasing like nothing ever changed—it feels like the start of something.

Or maybe, the continuation of something that never really ended.

The days pass, and little by little, things start falling back into place with Paige. The awkwardness from before fades, replaced by something easier, something familiar. We slip back into late-night drives, shooting around at the old park, sitting on the porch and talking about nothing and everything. It’s not like we’re pretending nothing happened that night before we left for college—it’s just that neither of us have pushed to bring it up. Not yet.

But then, one night, we finally do.

It’s late, way later than either of us should still be awake, but that’s always been our thing. We’re sitting on the hood of my car, parked at the edge of a quiet road just outside of town, where the stars feel a little closer. The air is warm but crisp, and there’s nothing but the sound of crickets and the occasional car passing in the distance.

Paige leans back on her hands, looking up at the sky, her face half-lit by the soft glow of the streetlight behind us. “I knew we were gonna end up here,” she says, her voice light but a little too careful, like she’s testing the waters.

I glance at her. “Here as in…?”

“As in finally talking about it.” She tilts her head toward me, and I see the flicker of something in her expression—hesitation, maybe. Or something deeper.

I exhale, running a hand through my hair. 

“Yeah.” A beat of silence stretches between us, and then I finally say it. “That night. We never talked about it.”

Paige nods slowly, and for the first time in a while, she looks a little unsure of herself. That’s rare for her. “I didn’t know if you wanted to.”

I let out a dry chuckle. “I didn’t know if you wanted to.”

She shifts so she’s facing me more. “I mean… it wasn’t nothing, right?”

There it is. The thing we’ve been dancing around. The thing that’s been sitting between us since that last summer.

I shake my head. “No. It wasn’t nothing.”

She holds my gaze for a second, then looks down, fidgeting with the sleeve of her hoodie. “I think I was scared,” she admits, her voice softer now. “We were both leaving, everything was changing, and I didn’t want to lose you. So I thought maybe if I didn’t say anything… it wouldn’t make things harder.”

I swallow, processing her words. “Yeah,” I say, my voice quieter now too. “I get that. I guess I did the same thing. I just—I didn’t want to mess anything up with you. And then time just… got away from us.”

Paige exhales, like she’s been holding that in for longer than she realized. “I missed you, Knox.” She says it so simply, but it hits deeper than anything else tonight.

I don’t hesitate. “I missed you too.”

We sit there for a while, just letting the words settle between us. And for the first time in a long time, it feels like we’re on the same page again. Maybe we still have things to figure out, maybe we’re not quite there yet. But tonight, under the stars, sitting side by side like we always have is enough for now.

-

The thing about Paige and me is that we’re almost. Almost back to where we were before we left. Almost talking about that night completely. Almost admitting what we both know is there. But we never quite cross the line.

 It’s frustrating, the way we hover in this space between something and nothing. We talk about it, about us, but always in circles, never fully saying what needs to be said. Some nights, it feels like we’re on the edge of something real, like one of us will finally just say it, just let it all fall out into the open. But then the moment passes, and we go back to pretending we don’t know exactly what’s happening between us.

Tonight is one of those nights.

We’re at her house, curled up on the couch after a long day, the TV playing some movie neither of us are really watching. Our families had another get-together, and at this point, I’m convinced they all see what we refuse to say. The teasing glances, the way they always find a way to leave us alone in a room together—it’s like they’re just waiting for us to figure it out.

Paige shifts next to me, pulling her knees up and resting her chin on them. “Knox,” she says quietly, and there’s something in her voice that makes my chest tighten.

“Yeah?”

She hesitates, like she’s choosing her words carefully. “Do you ever think about how different things would’ve been if we had just… talked that night?”

I sigh, leaning my head back against the couch. “Yeah. More than I probably should.”

She doesn’t say anything at first, but I feel her looking at me. When I turn my head, her expression is unreadable, like she’s caught somewhere between frustration and something softer. “So why are we still doing this?” she finally asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I don’t know how to answer that. Because the truth is, I don’t want to be doing this. I don’t want to keep pretending we’re not caught in this push and pull, this thing that never really went away. But at the same time, there’s this fear sitting heavy in my chest—the fear that if we actually let this happen, if we try and it doesn’t work, I’ll lose her completely.

And I think she feels the same way.

I swallow hard. “I don’t know.”

Paige exhales, looking away like she’s trying to hide whatever she’s feeling. But I see it. I always see it. “I hate this,” she mutters. “I hate acting like it wasn’t real.”

“Me too.” The words slip out before I can stop them, raw and honest. “But I don’t know how to fix it.”

She looks at me again, and for a second, I think she’s going to say something—something that changes everything. But then she just nods, like she understands, like she’s just as stuck as I am.

We don’t talk for a while after that. The movie plays on, and we sit there in the same silence we’ve been living in since that night. So close, but still not quite there.

Almost.

-

It happens late one night, when the world is quiet and there’s nothing left between us but the truth.

Knox and I have spent the whole summer dancing around it, but the steps are getting messy, the space between us shrinking with every touch that lingers too long, every glance that holds too much. It’s been weeks of almost, of my heart kicking up every time she says my name, of her looking at me like I’m something worth waiting for. I think I’ve always known how I feel. I think I’ve just been waiting for them to catch up.

We’re sitting on my porch, just the two of us, the air thick with summer heat. The cicadas hum in the distance, the soft glow of the porch light making Knox’s features softer, gentler. She looks at me like she wants to say something, like maybe this time she actually will.

“Paige,” my name barely more than a breath. “I don’t want to dance around this anymore.”

I swallow, heart hammering. “Then don’t.”

Knox shifts, leaning forward, her elbows on their knees, hands clasped together like they’re steadying themselves. “I love you,” she says, and just like that, everything else fades.

I feel it in my bones, the way those words settle deep inside me, like they were always meant to be there. “You do?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

She laughs laugh, shaking their head. “Yeah, Paige. I do. I think I always have.”

My throat tightens. “Then why did it take us this long?”

Knox looks at me, really looks at me, and I think I already know the answer. We were scared. We didn’t want to lose each other. We let time and distance and fear get in the way. But not anymore.

“I love you too,” I say, and suddenly, I feel light. Like this was the weight I’d been carrying all summer, all year, and now it’s gone.

Knox lets out a breath, like she’s been waiting just as long to hear it, and then she’s pulling me in, arms wrapping around me in a way that feels like home. I close my eyes, breathe her in, and for the first time in a long time, everything feels exactly how it’s supposed to.

The rest of the summer belongs to us.

Ice cream runs where we steal bites from each other’s cones. Flowers—daisies, lilacs, anything Knox can find, tucked behind my ear, left on my car, sitting on my porch with my name scribbled on a note. Bonfires with our families,her fingers laced through mine under the glow of the flames. Quiet mornings where we don’t need to talk, where just being is enough.

But time doesn’t stop, even when I want it to. The days slip by, and suddenly, the summer isn’t endless anymore.

I sit on Knox’s bed the night before we both leave, staring at my packed bags, my stomach twisting. “It’s gonna be hard,” I admit, because I don’t believe in lying to them—not about this.

Knox is lying next to me, her hand reaching for mine. “Yeah. But we can handle it.”

I look at her searching for any hesitation, but there’s none. Just certainty. Just us.

UConn and UNC. A thousand miles between us. But I think about every moment that led us here, every almost we finally turned into something real, and I know—we’re ready.

“I’ll call you every night,” Knox says, squeezing my fingers.

I smile. “You better.”

Knox grins. “And we’ll visit. And send each other stupid gifts. And make it work, because that’s what we do.”

I exhale, letting myself believe it. Letting myself trust in this, in us. “Yeah,” I whisper, leaning my forehead against hers. “We’ll make it work.”

Because we always do.

Long distance isn’t easy, but we make it work.

There are late-night calls, stolen moments between classes, texts that never feel like enough but have to be. I’m is busy with basketball, and knox drowning in schoolwork, but we find time. We always find time.

And when we can, we come home. Hopkins is still ours—the place where it all started, where we don’t have to worry about schedules and miles between us. On breaks, we fall right back into step, like no time has passed at all. And every time I have to leave, every time I watch Know board a plane back to South Carolina while I head North to Connecticut , it gets a little harder. But we promised each other we’d do this, and I’ve never been one to break a promise to. We make it work.

But tonight, I want her here.

It’s a big game. The kind where the crowd is packed, the cameras are everywhere, and the pressure is heavier than usual. I try to shake it off, keep my mind where it needs to be, but something’s missing.

Me: Wish you were here. Knox: I know, baby. I wish I was too. Me: It’s okay, I get it. You’re busy. Knox: I’ll be watching, though. You know that. Me: I know.

And I do. I know she’ll be watching, probably yelling at her laptop screen like she’s courtside. But it’s not the same.

Still, I push it aside and get my head in the game. Warmups, focus, deep breaths. But when we step onto the court, I do what I always do.

I scan the crowd.

It’s stupid, really. I know she’s not here. I know she can’t be. But still, I look.

And then—

I see her.

For a second, I think I’m imagining it. But no—she’s right there, standing near the front, hoodie slightly pulled up but not enough to hide that honey brown hair, those big brown eyes locked onto me.

I freeze, my stomach flipping, my breath catching.

She’s here.

I feel my chest tighten, something overwhelming rushing through me. I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or run straight into the stands. All I can do is stare at her like an idiot while everything else—the noise, the crowd, the game—fades into the background.

Knox grins, standing up and cupping her hands around her mouth.

“Go get ‘em, Bueckers!”

I shake my head, biting back the biggest smile, because of course she showed up.

Because that’s who Knox is.

I turn back to the court, heart racing, body buzzing with something steady, something right.

And just like that, I know I’m about to put on a show.

Because she’s here.

Because she showed up.

Because she always will.

-

I almost don’t believe it at first.

When Knox first told me she was thinking about changing her major, I could tell she was nervous. Not because she wasn’t sure—Knox doesn’t do unsure—but because she knew what it meant. A new start. A big shift. And maybe, just maybe, a chance for us to finally close the distance between us.

I remember the night she told me.

I was lying in bed after practice, barely keeping my eyes open, when my phone buzzed.

Knox: Can I call you? Me: You never have to ask that.

When I answered, she didn’t waste any time. “So… what if I transferred to UConn?”

I sat up so fast I nearly knocked my phone off the bed. “Wait. Are you serious?”

She laughed, but I could hear the nerves underneath it. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. My new major makes more sense at UConn, and—” she hesitated, just for a second, then added, “And it’d mean being with you.”

That was all it took.

Now, months later, she’s here.

No more goodbyes at the airport. No more time zones or FaceTime calls cutting out when I need to see her most.

Now, I wake up knowing she’s close. Now, I get to come home from practice and find her already waiting for me, curled up on my couch with her textbooks in her lap. Now, I get to pull her into my arms whenever I want, no longer having to count the days until I can.

And life? Life is good.

It’s walking across campus together, hands brushing, no rush to say goodbye. It’s her waiting for me outside the gym after a long practice, pretending like she just happened to be there when we both know she was checking the time every five minutes. It’s late-night study sessions that turn into tangled limbs and whispered conversations under the blankets.

It’s us, without the distance, without the longing. Just us.

I watch her now, sitting across from me at our favorite coffee shop, her nose scrunched as she tries to understand whatever notes are in front of her. She mumbles something under her breath, chewing on the end of her pen like she always does when she’s thinking too hard.

I smile. “You good over there?”

She glances up, eyes warm, mouth curving into a grin. “Better than good.”

And I know exactly what she means.

Because everything is falling into place.

Because she’s here.

Because we made it.

[owlstro]

Thank you for the great stuff you been posting so far.

2. tw astro x gn reader? We couldn't escape in time and now we gotta deal with the guy, fluff or angst I am alr with either :b.

3. I think you forgot to tag the shrimpo one?

TWISTED ASTRO X GN READER , fluff

note: 1. UR WELCOME!! im glad thst people have been enjoying my works!! havent seen alot of dw x reader soo i decided to take matters into my own hands!

2. i decided fluff since im better at writing it!! Altho the entire thing isn't very long so my bad lolsies..

3. OOPS!! i was pretty tired when i made that one, ill be sure to fix it, thank you for letting me know!

art: @ samwichtheunforgettable on Pinterest

Well this is a doozy, despite all the adrenaline you felt you couldn't get close enough to make it into the elevator. You were understandably freaking out and panicking.

Once you sorta calm down to actually think logically, you decide to hide. You don't know what to do, all you can do is just hide and hope no Twisted finds you.

Well, technically those hopes DID work, all of the Twisteds wandered the area like zombies, except one. Of course, you were gonna die eventually.

Although after some chasing and hiding, the Twisted kept following you, even almost slowing down when you ran out of stamina.

You were quite confused about why they didn't hurt you when you slipped and fell over.

Till you noticed who was chasing you, or well.. more accurately, following you. It was Astro, Twisted Astro.

You didn't know what he wanted, but it definitely wasn't something malicious. He looked lonely, sad even.

You stared at him, he stared at you. It was awkward for the two of you to say the least.

You suppose, if you're gonna find out how to communicate with him.. It would preferably be somewhere safe than a random hallway.

You lead him to the hiding spot he first found you in. Still feeling uneasy about a literal Twisted following you and the fact you haven't died yet is a miracle.

Astro looked at you curiously, wondering what you'll do next. You were just observing his body language. His arms and legs twitched quite often, most likely due to an absurd amount of Ichor he had to.. consume?

You tried communicating with him with words, while he could vaguely understand, it wasn't all too helpful.

You tried conveying your thoughts and MANY questions, on why he isn't attacking you like the others are, through body language but it seemed it confused him more. Man, being a Twisted sucks.

You tried all sorts of things, all of them ending up him confused or the both of you confused by what you were doing.

You just sighed and sat down, never-mind all of this.. How are you gonna return to the group? This is a mess.

Your eyes hovered over every small or big object you could see in your sight, not really making a single coherent thought.

You knew Astro was still there with you, probably staring but you didn't pay too much attention. You DID appreciate his presence, because Astro always gave off that calming aura of his.

But you didn't know how to feel about his corrupted.. or well, 'Twisted' version of him.

You could hear him shuffle a little closer to you as your thoughts spiraled into madness.

Then, his nightcap (that weirdly acted like it had a mind of its own.) wrapped around your torso.

Oh, well this brought you out of... whatever your brain was on.

You heard him mutter something or at least you saw him try to say something, due to all of the Ichor he consumes.

"It's fine, you don't need to speak." You eventually say, not wanting to make his throat hoarse. Seriously it must hurt drinking the Ichor.

Twisted Astro weakly nods, seemingly figuring out whether or not to lean on you or wait for you to lean on him.

You answer his thoughts by leaning on Astro. Your head on his shoulders.

"These circumstances aren't ideal, no far from it, but at least you're here." You say, almost feeling sleepy but your anxiety about the other Twisteds forced you to wake up.

final note: SORRY IF THIS IS MESSY. i couldnt think of many headcanons for him MY BAD GANGG. i might edit this but yea.. sorry this took so long! school had me swamped, HOPE U STILL ENNJOYED UR REQUEST!!!!!!

[amalthea-13]

just curious what would you say is the most frustrating take on stolas you've ever come across?

meaning an argument an anti made that bothered you the most?

The Self Victimization Argument That I Loathe

Firstly, thank you for the ask! I always appreciate it since it gives me sort of a "prompt" to work off of! So truly thanks!! Also I noticed in my recent notifications you recently started following and omg I am so thankful.

You all make me so happy and make this so fun with how intellectual and smart you all are!!! Your responses and questions make this my favorite part of my day!

But enough gushing about my lovely followers! Back to buisness!

To anyone new to my page or essays, Hello! I am Amalthea the Ultimate Stolas Kin and Stan and write waaayyyyy to much about Stolas for my own good. He's like everything to me! My page focuses on Stolas defense, and one of the main arguements I hate are the ones that even imply he "self victimizes" for the sake of getting out of his "bad behavior".

What is Self Victimization?

Having to explain this concept at all was very frustrating since I first encountered this argument back on my Tiktok page. It was what inspired the Stolas, Miscontextualing his Words, and Boundaries essay where I discuss at lengths how the Helluva Boss fandom misrepresent Stolas's statements from Apology Tour. For a baseline I will be putting a definition below; UNLEASHING POTENTIAL - PSYCHOLOGY VIDEOS their video Psychology of SELF Victimization helped informed this definition;

Self Victimization is the act of manipulating ones situation to take victimhood from the affected group and make themself out to be the "actual victim". They usually blame others for their circumstances taking no responsibility on their part and often target people of lower self-esteem or those of a kind heart. They are usually incredibly codependent and utilize victimhood to get their way. They also like to be perceived as "good people" despite being terrible.

If anyone wants to add to this definition and has studied psychology on this specific field, please feel happy to DM me a better definition or any information to make this more accurate.

However, usually what people mean is that Stolas is using is abusive circumstances to get what he wants out of Blitz and is targeting him to get what he wants. Whatever, that's a bag of fully packaged horse shit and I can prove it with ease.

Does Stolas Feel Remorse for His Actions?

I consider Full Moon to be Stolas's apology. Anyone else who disagrees with me can kiss my Puerto Rican ass, because that was a heartfelt apology and genuine taking accountability if I've ever seen one. I do not think you have to say the words "I'm sorry" to genuinely apologize to someone you have wronged. If you disagree, again, kiss my ass.

(Not you asker, I am speaking to antis, you're blameless for their stupidity. UwU)

Moving on, Stolas goes into great detail about how he was wrong and how he messed up in their relationship.

Stolas: Blitzo, I'm giving you this because I care.... very deeply for you. And I have for some time. [He places the crystal onto Blitzo's glove, embedding itself into his hand.] But this transactional thing we have, it's not right anymore. It hasn't been. It never was. And now all I can see is how wrong it is to be so tethered to someone in such an unfair way... and not know how they feel. But I want you to continue to be who you are, your business. You don't have to stay here with me. [He removes his hat.] But... I want you to. I want you to stay here with me because you want to. Only if you want to.

Stolas here takes accountability for his actions and part in this entire arrangement. Hell, Blitz holds at least half the blame, but Blitz isn't put into a position to take any accountability or responsibility. Stolas takes the sole blame and doesn't put Blitz in a position to feel guilty or be blamed.

Stolas takes blame purely because he feels at fault and like he put Blitz into a position that was unfavorable.

This is not "self victimizing" behaviors at ALL. In Sinsmas Stolas proceeds to continue to take responsibility for his choices.

Stolas: *calmly* It's okay. Saving you was the right thing to do. And you have risked your life for mine in return. *takes puff from cigarette* You don't need to feel any guilt for my situation, it was my choice. *sadly* It was all my choice. I caused all of this.

Stolas does not ever exhibit self victimizing behavior, but he sure as hell exemplifies the behaviors of an abuse victim. Yet people like to miscontextualize these moments as "self victimizing" instead of the very real context for who he is and how he acts.

He never boasts about being a "good person" then cries wolf for when he needs to be held accountable. However, Stolas has never been seen to display this behavior in the show.

Does Stolas Target Blitz because of his Low Self-Esteem?

I'm probably gonna get dunked on for this part, but Blitz targeted Stolas, not the other way around. While I ain't sitting here tryna go after Blitz every 5 seconds, I may as well go into this for a moment.

Since I sure as hell got time to do it, but Blitz literally during The Circus realizes how sexually inept Stolas is and utilizes that to his advantage to get the book.

I ain't saying Stolas is an angel, but if anyone is "self victimizing" at all, it is Blitz. He acts like Stolas made the terms of their relationship when he realistically could have ran away. I mean he ran from Verosika and everyone else in his damn life so he couldn't just fuck off for once?? No, because that didn't benefit him at all.

Stolas's vulnerability with Blitz is abused against him quite often by Blitz since he knows Stolas cares about him.

For example the Ozzie Ep, why would Blitz call Stolas for a "date" if he truly believed he was just a "royal fuck"??? That's the question many people don't ask and I don't get why we act as if Blitz is a fucking idiot. He literally knows Stolas will bend to his will.

Stolas stopped asking for sex and still gave him the fucking grimoire on multiple occasions.

If anyone was "targeting" anyone, it was Blitz targeting Stolas.

Is Stolas Codependent?

Not one bit. Despite being a victim of abuse, Stolas is incredibly independent and doesn't depend on Blitz to solve all his problems.

Often Blitz isn't vulnerable enough for Stolas to really "depend on", especially since during Western Energy, Stolas felt like he couldn't really depend on Blitz afterwards and onwards pulls away from Blitz slowly but surely.

Stolas takes care of himself and his problems and therefore is not codependent.

Conclusion

I do apologize to you, Asker, I was kinda going off about this, but genuinely anyone claiming Stolas is "self victimizing" are usually the most annoying ass people in this fandom. As much as I adore talking about Stolas and easily debunking people's arguments, this one is not only constant in the fandom, but it reeks of victim blaming rhetoric and mishandling of real psychological terminology.

It also takes no more than a few seconds to piece together why this argument makes no sense and therefore stupid as all hell.

Of all the arguments in the fandom, yeah this one is the worse.

Thank you for the ask! <3

[no1blacksapphirefan]

I am BEGGINGGGG anything with elder faerie!!! On my hands and knees for his tag to have more stuff!! Idc if it’s angst fluff platonic romantic or DMUT JUST LET ME HAVE MY MANNNN (also he NEEDS to come home or I’m gonna crash out)

Thanks for listening

I GOTCHU ANON. I hope I didn’t write him OOC. I actually got him recently too!!

Okok so hear me out (since you didn't say any au, I hope it's okay that it's not self-aware like my previous posts <33)

Idk what to call this AU or if it'll ever be an ongoing thought. But hear me out:

You accidentally wander into one of the witches home, you just wanted to explore. You loved exploring...even if it was a deep forest that spooked others. You were cold though so when you found a house, you gently knocked on the door. Hoping for some warmth until you set off to go back home.

When no one answered and your hands feeling like they'll fall off. You desperate knocked again, the door opening ajar...did they forget to lock the door? You didn't want to think of that, despite your better judgement you entered and were immediately hit with warmth. You'll just stay for a bit, warm up before heading home. You'd just have to be quick so you're not caught...

However as you were warming up, you heard the door opening again, scared and in a panic, an accident happened. You didn't know what happened, you didn't know if you wanted to know but god now your body was on the ground and in pain. Maybe you should've let the frost bit get you...

"...Are you alright?"

Came a voice, startled, you quickly whip around and pause. Looking up your eyes meet with pale blue ones (his eyes are pale blue right? Maybe I can't see colours well) His eyes showed concern. When you didn't respond he lent out a hand to help you up.

You snap out of your thoughts and take his hand, he gently pulls you up before seemingly checking for injuries.

"...Follow me, let's check with a healer to ensure your okay, if your legs hurt you can hold onto my arm"

Man was his voice nice...and he's pretty...okay wait no, you just met him. You nod slightly, carefully hugging his arm as he leads you to a small village. There you got checked up, they asked you questions but you didn't know how to answer them.

Okay well you did but as you were at the healers you realised you turned into a cookie. Nothing fun about learning that. You lied to them, saying you didn't remember much from your past. How could you tell them??

Apparently your injuries seemed pretty bad, not the worst thing possible but it was recommended to get rest. And as Elder Faerie learnt you apparently didn't have any family or friends to help take care of you? He offered to let you stay with him until you got better.

It was weird at first, he'd check in on you in the mornings before he left for his own work, some knights coming over to make sure you were okay. The first time you two had a proper conversation, like it wasn't stopped by perhaps Elder Faeries duties, was when you saw how tired he looked one day before he left.

He's done so much for you, helped you get better and made attempts to get to know you, help you with your "memory lost" he was so kind. Even the faerie knights say so, he truly was the best person to guard the tree. But with all this care he has for others, where was the care for him? You knew it was there but...

When Elder Faerie returned home that day, he smelled the cooking of food, wandering in the kitchen he watches you set the table, as you look up and spot him, you're startled a bit.

"S-sorry! Um...I made you dinner..."

"You didn't need too"

"I wanted too"

He paused, looking at the food once more before nodding and sitting down. He thanked you. That's the day the two of you truly got to know each other, you almost forgot you were pretending to now have memories of your past as you talked about previous moments in your life.

Though it seemed like he didn't care, he was enjoying his time with you. That wouldn't be the first occurrence the two of you had where you cared for him. On some days you really urged him to take a day off, even managing to convince some of the knights to fill in. You believed he was overworking himself.

You started visiting him, bringing lunches to ensure he was eating and of course you'd bring some for the other knights. Watching you smile and laugh with other faerie knights stirred something in Elder Faerie one day. He couldn't describe it.

It struck him one day when he agreed to watch the stars with you. You happily looked at the sky and pointed out silly constellations.

"Could you think of anything more pretty than stars?"

"I believe so"

It took him awhile to realise he was staring at you when he said that, he coughed and looked away. Avoiding your own stare and small blush.

Even after so long, after you healed. After he said you're free to go back to your own life, it was evident between the two of you that the home you wanted was with him. And he too also didn't want you to go.

His home was yours now, you had molded yourself into his life and he didn't complain. He wouldn't, if anything he thanked whatever deity was out there that made this happen. Be it fate or just a coincidence that he found you? It didn't matter.

What mattered to him was your safety, he cared about you more than he ever thought he would. You cared about him, making sure he was properly caring for himself in return. And even though the two of you never said it, other knights were already talking about your loving relationship. At this point, you're already a married couple even without the official ceremony.

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Until beast yeast

Okok so Im actually not to sure how this turned out, I have a love hate relationship with this piece I am so sorry if it isn't good anon </3 I hope I did Elder Faerie justice for you (Might've rambled too much on this ngl)

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[starlightswordfight]

UHH REMINDER ALSO SINCE I HAVE BEEN SHARING A LOT MORE NEGATIVE THINGS LATELY that amid literally everything that's been going on, there are still things that you can do to retain control in your life in at least some areas!! not everyone can actively protest right now, not everyone has the means and that is OKAY! do what you can when you can!!

this post is a wall of text of me rambling about things you can do Right Now in your community or to keep yourself happy and motivated and going. it's a long one so it's going under read more. I also talk a lot more in the tags

i also use terms like Current Events a lot so I also apologize for the vagueness in some places!! I do not know if this will get flagged if I get more specific and my account has tried to go down twice now

#1: BONDING WITH YOUR COMMUNITY (WITH PERSONAL SAFETY IN MIND)

getting involved in your local community is a big big big thing I've seen talked about lately and I agree with that entirely!! the #1 best thing I feel like anyone can do right now is either volunteering at local support groups or getting involved in local activism

if you have a local community you can connect with for whatever reason then that's absolutely a good idea for both practical and emotional reasons. it can be for anything really, actually. reach out to friends, reach out to family, keep talking to people if you have the energy! it really does make a difference!

^ related to the above, if you can involve yourself in volunteer work, or mutual aid, or just helping others out in some other way, then absolutely do that! you can start with asking around, or searching up aid or other groups that may need extra help in your area, and go from there!!

I see a lot of people have been saying for months to organize and then absolutely no one ever explains how to organize, and if you don't plan on starting something up Yourself that is how you get involved. you find like minded people and you lend your hands. I just looked up "volunteers needed/mutual aid [insert town here]" and went off of that

and there are a lot of different places people might need assistance for. one example being food banks, pantries, are basically always accepting new donations -- if you have produce, not all of them will accept it due to safety regulations, but a local community garden might! libraries also will exchange more than books, and protecting libraries by showing involvement and interest in them is important now more than ever

local businesses, emergency aid if you have the certification, environmental work and disaster cleanup, assisted living areas, shelters, a lot of other specific areas I can't name right now. if you are physically able to seek out support and give back in turn (and if you aren't able to do one or both of these that's also okay!!) i highly highly recommend it. mutual aid especially goes both ways. do not be afraid to reach out for help, that is what they're there for

speaking of libraries!

#2: KEEP INFORMED

this can refer to a lot of different things, but on a federal and local level it is never ever ever a bad thing to keep up to date with what's going on. anyone trying to do bad things on a government level is relying on you not noticing or staying uninformed in the invent that you do notice. keep track of what's going on in your area and plan accordingly!!

keeping up with the news (and fact checking, always, because journalism isn't always ethically practiced), finding where your local city hall or equivalent is and staying up to date on local legislation, has always been important for safety and especially is right now. know how to determine a reliable source from an unreliable one, and know how to pick apart the difference between fact and misconstrued ideas spoken as fact. I'll probably make a post on that too at some point and link it here when I'm done

it is overwhelming to hear just how much is getting worse so quickly, but it's crucial that you don't allow yourself to become unaware, because that makes you easier to lie to. you do not have to work yourself to burnout or to a breakdown, please take breaks whenever you need to and put your own health first!!

but don't do yourself the disservice of not knowing what's happening around you. I want everyone to be as safe as they can, and to be safe you have to be informed

#3: FIND SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO (AND ALSO KEEP CONTROL OF YOUR LIFE EVEN IF IT'S IN SMALL WAYS)

staying up to date on current events has been overwhelming for me, but it also has helped me to maintain a sense of control in my life. and there are a lot of other ways to do that, too, and also give you sources of happiness and things to still look forward to! I'm listing what works for me but I'm sure there's infinitely more ways to pull that off

taking up or getting back into hobbies or interests is a very effective way to keep joy in your life, and this goes double if you're sort of stuck in your house like I am most days. you should get to do things that make you happy!! you deserve to still have things to look forward to!!!

I've also been personally using my interests to try to learn how to do more practical things that might help me and the people I live with; I'm a gardener so I've been working on trying to grow food, starting with sweet peppers. don't know if I'll end up needing that one day (or if my neighbors might, but as the economy completely fucks itself it could get very useful very fast), but having the knowledge and the means helps me feel more in control of what happens in my personal life, and it really has made me feel better and have a source of hope

I really hope that everyone who sees this is doing as well as they're able right now. saying all of this because I don't want to contribute to any ideas of complete hopelessness, if that makes sense. there are things worth getting up in the morning for and every one of you matters and you deserve to be happy. and I love you /p

even if you aren't utilizing your hobbies in that way (again, PERFECTLY fine, do what you need to forever), something like that might be useful for you, too! you can learn new skills or read up on all those things you already wanted to look into but kept putting off, you can carve out a little space in your world for Joy and for Whimsy if you don't have one already! it's good for you!! it's incredible in fact!!

[sylustra]

Sylus saying "...don't run" to MC when they're finally being openly honest about their desire for one another and their trust and shared spaces.

[a-resplendent-mushroom]

i've been redrawing my old art. I’m trying to remind myself that even though i might not be where i want to be, i have improved. even when you're feeling stagnant, just look back to where you started, and see how far you've come. everything you do is a step in the right direction.