#we're wordy bitches over here

[elbasanluis]

WHEN: 4.20.23 WHERE: Compound; Bloodhearth WHO: Elba + Fenrik ( @fenriksblade )

There’d been the day rain turned to hail turned to blood. The morning she was pulled from the comforting confines of her bed, dragged out by her ankles, and onto the splintering floorboards below. The least horrific occurrence had been the most unnerving, coming home to a sparkling clean cabin, candles lit, and an outfit laid across the bed. One Elba had never purchased nor worn. A day she felt unsafe in the home crafted by her own two hands, was not one she’d ever seen coming. Her denial was deep enough to believe this was all in her head. She was coping. She- she was coping. When you’d cheated death enough, there were bound to be consequences you were meant to forever live with. Something to remind you of your own mortality.

Three separate targets had been set up in accordance with the events, pinned to bales of hay stacked at different heights. Each pull of the bow was shot at a different target. One hundred times she needed to hit each. Three-hundred pulls of the bow’s string needed to be precise. If a bullseye was missed a single time, the counting began again. She’d not made a mistake yet but had been at it for an excruciating two, almost three, hours. With each pull of the bow, her nose flared and she breathed out steadily. Her hands sweat profusely underneath the protective gloves she was forced to wear after her string burns began bleeding. Her grip tightened, desperate for friction to remain. Her goal was to hit the one-hundred-and-six-fifth shot. 

Not feeling safe within her own home or within her own head was blamed on one person alone. Lori’s face centered on the next red bullseye, two brown eyes falling into focused slits. And before the arrow could shoot off where Elba led, the wooden handle splintered in half between her palm. “Son of a bitch,” she swore, wiping the perspiration off her head with the hand that held the arrow. There might’ve not been much hope for this wooden weapon, but it didn’t stop Elba from striding inside the garage with slouched shoulders. She didn’t shout over the music Fenrik listened to while he worked. She just waited for him to notice her, then held up the broken bow with a deep shrug.

“Fix it?” she mouthed, wondering if he could work that magic.

[huntershowl]

Positivity hour! Tell us about your favourite RP partner and your favourite thread! <3

OOH! i love positivity hour! cut for length because WORDY BITCH DISEASE STRIKES AGAIN APPARENTLY!

i don't think i could pin down just one favorite because i'm so incredibly lucky to have so many amazing partners during this sephblog golden age. this is only a few of the ppl who have touched my presence here and live in my brain rent free rn, i wish i could remember all of them but a shortlist will have to do o7

i will shoutout @harerazor and @tewwor for being my OGs, my rp besties, the truest mfs who always stick around through my year-long (sometimes years-long) absences and whenever i come back to discord or the dash, it's like we never left <3 AND for following me into my hyperfixation zones omg. writing windbreaker and jjk muses would be so much more lonely without u two in my life. <3

on the topic of OGs, @spiritcrown, @never-surrender and @bcdomens are the CREW!!!!!!!! THE FIRST PPL I EVER WROTE WITH AND SOME OF MY FAV FOLKS ON THIS HELLSITE you guys are the best. ily. connecting with u guys again felt like coming home.

@favorskill has ascended past the title of rp partner and into the title of friend. rio is one of my favorite people ever, genuinely, he's so cool and so skilled with writing/worldbuilding/watching his DICE MAKING SKILLS GROW has been so amazing too??? i care u so much rio. biting u. even when my brain is hopelessly deep in the fixation hole i am thinking about u and ur muses always <3

also shoutout to my wife @vsagis / @theixth (bc ik uve been on this one today) for just being like??? overall such a lovely person and an amazing writer??? our main dynamic is so deep and expansive we're starting to develop an extended universe for them. i love them i LOVE THEM TO DEATH. alex u match my freak ily i hope i get this job so we can hang out irl <3

speaking of matching my freak, @koseigu and i get along like a house on fire, and i don't think the world is truly ready for us. the more dynamics we develop, the more dangerous we become. everything we do with geto & sephsho ROCKS and i am terrified (excited) to see where seph and sukuna lead us in our newest explorations. we get up to some absolutely nasty (hot) shit with our creatures and it's always an amazing time. hehe

@chaoslulled hol you are so so so special to me. i owe u so many things and im so sorry omg but i literally never stop thinking about our threads & dynamics they're soooo good. i think you're one of the only partners i've actually been able to maintain Main Threads with over a long period of time?? there's something about the way we write together that makes that actually work in my brain which is super unusual JSDKJDHJKD i'm not complaining though, i love it so much. also your ocs are spinning around in my head on a daily basis, especially char because seph, chiaki and geto all like her very much. <3 ALSO. U ARE THE REASON I WRITE GETO. I HATE IT HERE HE WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE HOW COULD U DO THIS TO ME (affectionate). ur satoru is always the one he and seph come back to first because he is the original.

@quillheel and i have been mutuals for a while but didn't start regularly chatting until recently, and geto has been keeping me hostage in our 1x1 server over the last week or so, it's a problem, please help me. please. my crops are dying. also ur my current record breaker on "most fucked up start to an rp dynamic" with sukuna and rusa and im gonna be real i think u might hold that title for a while KJSDHIUSDHSJDHSJKDHJSKDH

@hinodae gray i think i would follow u to the ends of the earth. our little accidental threads have been some of my favorites ever, and i love to PIECES every one of our ship dynamics so far. thank u for being just as much of a slut for ships as i am, i feel like we match each other's energy and vibe so well!! TUMBLR BETTER UN-SHADOWBAN U SOON OR IM GONNA THROW HANDS >:'O

@eraserisms and @rcguish u two are like a package deal in my brain. D.A., the fact that we exist on the same chef wavelength always makes me so happy. i love seph and shota so much, they make me Hurt in all the best ways and i'm lookin forward to getting more into todoroki's voice so we can keep building out shota becoming his dad i mean mentoring him! and rys!!! i know ur absolutely going thru it rn so we haven't been talking as much lately, but i'm still just as feral for our dynamics as ever. seph and shouta's broken friendship. shou and orion's blossoming romance. seph has so many feelings and thoughts about silver that i don't even know how to articulate but that might need its own separate post. blowing u kisses.

lastly but not leastly, @gomannakami we only connected recently but we've already got this absolutely TRAGIC AND BEAUTIFUL set of pairings going on. satoru and chiaki are so stupidly cute and so so sad. seph and suguru are still in the beginning stages but i LOVE writing them sort of dancing around each other, the mutual pining is so spicy and delicious.

AS FOR THREADS!!!!!

ooh. hm. fuck. i think my first thought is always gonna be my longer-running threads with @chaoslulled — the one that stands out the most in my mind rn is the thread where satoru found seph on the brink of collapse after a hellhound kill. it was only the second thread we ever wrote together, and i ACUTELY remember how nervous i was that it was too intense and i was gonna scare hol away with it because that's happened so many times before. SJDHKSJHD

another one that comes to mind is one of my first threads with @tewwor's litho, which started with the simple inbox prompt "can't sleep?" and ended up turning into one of our longest threads to date and spiraling out into the longest fucking slowburn of this blog's career. i loved it. i'll never stop thinking about that apple.

[thatdeadaquarius]

About language brainrot. Imagine writer creator reader who finally learns how to write in Teyvat's weird symbols and they want to publish their book. They decided to do it anonymously to avoid the "aaaaaah our creator wrote the holy scripture" sort of situation. Except it didn't work. The reader's style is too different from the rest of the world, so even if they tried to simulate the flowery speech it wasn't effective.

Another thing. Reader who decided to read some local books to practice their reading. They asked for something simple and similar to their speech. But the only books merely similar to it are 2000 and more years old. It's funny how the older text is the more you can understand it. On this note. If reader write something i feel like it would be hard to understand for Teyvat's people.

Imagine a reader who is autistic or has any other NDs imparing their communication skills. They practically trained themselves to say sertain phrases in sertain situation. But it doesn't work in Teyvat. And everything just stacks at each other. Difference in speech, being a God (so people react weirdly to you), bad communication skills, not understanding nonverbal cues and so on. There's gonna be a lot of misunderstanding. I imagine how followers would walk on the eggshells not to upset and angry their God and reader who does the same not to say something people will get wrong. Again.

Reader who regained all their memories of creating Teyvat, they're super powerful and stuff. But they still struggle with the modern language. Because all the memories are like millions years old.

✨️NEXYLAZA UR SO FUCKING SMART AND CREATIVE✨️ UR BRAIN>>>>>> EVERYTHING

GIF Akashi (black hair) is all the people who read the Sagau/Isekai Genshin tag and Bokuto (silver) is STILL ME RANTING ABOUT LANGUAGE IN TEYVAT LMAO

They cant escape me, sorry people who just wanted to read SAGAU normal things, im filling up the tag💀

I HAD OTHER ASKS BEFORE THIS ONE AND AS I GOT THRU EM I WAS "OMMGGGG WE'RE GETTIN CLOSER TO NEXY'SSSS ASSSKKKK EEEEEEE"

YOU ARE A GODDAMN GENIUS

DHALALWKDHDHS

ME ABOUT THIS ASK:

(^ lol biblically accurate deadaquarius)

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGINNNN

BRAINROTTING OVER UR ENTIRE ASK!!

♡

Also, its getting kinda old now, so here is the blunt language v. Teyvat's flowery language post for reference! :)

Hhhhhhhhhhh

IF U WRITE STUFF

AND UR IN WORDY TEYVAT LAND

AINT NO WAY,👏

U COULD EVEN, 👏👏

GET CLOSE👏👏👏

TO THESE BITCHES SPEECH👏👏👏👏

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Like,, imagine right now if i told you to write me 4 pages of an essay in entirely early 18th century vernacular.

(For reference: when the story Pride & Prejudice takes place)

... like??

Bitch aint no way u can do that and actually show that to a historian or an actual living person from that time period

and them actually say "wow! An excellently worded 18th century essay!"

💀.

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So tying into that whole, "the only simple texts are like literal cunnieform clay tablets or sm shit"

Your writing to them just sounds like if a scribe just copied off what one of those tablets said just onto paper HAHA

And like, if u try and dress it up, it just ends up sounding like its from a slightly later time period

Like if ur casual writing sounds like 1 million years ago, u being flowery sounds like 8-7 thousand years ago u cant win LMAO

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Omg ur trying to go to that-

wait whats it called,,fuck i dont know Sumeru good enough yet

The.. HOUSE OF DAENA GOT IT

Yeah so ur thinking "Oh what better way to learn a dialect?/vernacular than reading books by them!"

And u basically snatch Alhaitham at the soonest possible chance to take you there

(Bc when i went in, it was just random lore books everywhere so)

Needless to say you have no clue how this place is organized, so u convince him to direct you to books u can easily read first

Like as close to your speech as possible!! U tell him :)

.

..

...lol

It literally takes like 3 hours to get something readable LMAO

Bc when the poor feeble scribe initially brought you smth he thought was pretty old and close to ur speech, like just first thought,

... It sounded like it was from the middle of the 18th century to you lol

So, with a "hmm" and a squint at the dusty book you'd already given up on

Alhaitham slowly went around the library making a stack of books, dropped them off in front of you... not a single sentence.

...then he made a stack of scrolls...

..nope..

...a stack of stone tablets...

.....getting closer?? it was really weird seeing Shakespearean language carved into stone....

...and then, with a conversation to a second library secretary deeper in the library, past a caged area of shelves to protect them...

...he escorts you behind the restricted section towards the back filled with glass display cases.

(Several of which contain the most ancient looking sets of artifacts you've ever seen)

...Finally, u arrive at a long glass case of several clay tablets.

Half of which sound like they're from the 1910s-20s, and the other, even older half, sounding straight out of the 2000s..

..

....

......

...Good god.

(Good..you??)

These crazy speaking bastard-previously-video-game-characters were right.

...

You are suddenly, viscerally hit with the image of Zhongli's idle, "Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I remember, but where are those who share the memory?" 💀

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Alhaitham side eyes you,, (he looks,, very interested, yet also kinda concerned??? HIM, CONCERNED????!!!)

"Ahem, the texts before thy Greatest Lord art the eldest- well, perhaps, more appropriately, the eldest and most intact, pieces of written language known to our humankind."

...

....aYOO MAN 😭😭

...Ur just staring at these half cracked, baked clay tablet thingys, full of slang from like 2003-

Alhaitham coughs.

"Uh, thanks. ...Sorry about all the.. trouble with this..."

BRO HOW OLD DOES HE THINK U ARE NOW-

"This task assigned to mine own person was of no trouble to my mind or spirit, Greatest Lord, fret not about it any longer."

And with a sort of shell-shocked atmosphere surrounding both of you, Alhaitham walks off to check out some other restricted books, hovering nearby yet also trying to give u space LOL

Top 10 cursed images: Seeing "Chillax, bro, dude, and weeb" carved into ancient clay tablets that look like they would be part of the Egyptian exhibit back in ur world 💀

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You eventually just kind of end up writing a couple pages after studying the writings, going younger and younger (nothing has ever made u feel more powerful...yet also more old..)

You stretch, just as Alhaitham finally has made his own little stack of creaky old books

He seems very curious to read what u wrote, peaking a glance over the top of his book every so often (lol nerd, cute nerd... but NERDDD)

You just offer the academic lunatic what he wants 🙄

"Haha, wanna take a look? Some drafts are... closer than others..."

The scribe immediately puts his book down, not even saving his page,

"I would be honored, Greatest Lord."

Is he excited?? 💀 omfg

U very slowly hand ur most recent practice pages over, he curls his hand under his chin "hmm" ing

...Alhaitham shakes his head

"My..deepest apologizes My Creator, but this still seems, at the earliest, from when papyrus was invented, and not yet even into scrolls..."

OK BUT ALHAITHAM WOULD GENUINELY GIVE NO FUCKS ABT CRITIQING YOU, HE MAY BE MORE POLITE ABT IT BUT EVEN IF U DID MAKE THE WORLD HES GOING FOR IT

KAVEH HAS A HEART ATTACK BC HIS ROOMMATE GOT ONTO GOD LMAO

U let ur head plop on ur pile of papers, srry babe youll never be as fancy as Mr. Darcy 😕

And as ur resting there, contemplating just walking out and finding smth to eat instead- same

Alhaitham picks up another draft.

Except it's your first attempt.

As in, you didn't even try, first attempt.

You just made some bullet point notes or some Bs, in ur regular. modern. language.

Alhaitham knocks his chair over standing up so fast-

(HE GETS SHUSHED BY THE RESTRICTED LIBRARIAN LOL, also another person unafraid to scold God lol)

...he says its a perfect example of the oldest records they've found of writing on the continent, most of which they haven't even translated yet

He asks u to teach him how to read this/speak like this lol

♧

(^^^not my best work but hope yall got smth outta it💀)

I WAS LITERALLY GONNA MAKE A WHOLE POST ON THE NEURODIVERGENT EXPERIENCE OF BEING A GOD IN TEYVAT

ESPECIALLY OF THE LANGUAGE BARRIER VARIETY!!!

THERES JUST

ACK

aCK HDHAKD

SO MUCH

TO SAY

!!!

AHHHHH

OK BUT LIKE

IF WE ACTUALLY TOOK THIS TO THE EXTREME IM IMPLYING IT WOULD BE

LIKE TEYVAT SPEAKS SEVERAL DECADES BEHIND U- MAYBE EVEN ACTUALLY

CLOSE TO PRIDE AND PREJUDICE TIMES SPEECH

THEY WOULD LITERALLY BARELY COMPHREHEND YOU

IMAGINE TRYING TO TALK TO MR. DARCY 😭

THATS LITERALLY ALL OF TEYVAT

JUST

???¿¿?????!!! <- THEM ALL THE TIME

ESP IF UR NEURODIVERGENT

I THINK IT WOULD BE EVEN MORE PROOF FOR THEM TO THINK UR GOD

BC UR BEHAVIOR WOULD BE "OFF" TO THEIR NEUROTYPICAL ASSES,

YOUR FACIAL EXPRESSIONS,

LIKE UR MASKING MAYBE BUT

U CANT KEEP THAT SHIT UP ALL THE TIME-

ESP IN CRAZY ISEKAI CIRCUMSTANCES

AND LIKE-

(ok ill tone it down before i also get shushed)

U used to be a player!!

Which would maybe mean u got rlly comfy playing Genshin all the time!

...like i know im kinda stimming when im gaming (and my natural stim is rocking so yeah no way they wouldnt notice that 💀)

So, since u may be still yknow unconsciously wanting to be comfy (esp around ur mains/team/favs)

U probably have stimmed a little around them, which, not that neurotypicals dont stim, but like

They would notice after awhile

And esp people like Alhaitham, Zhongli, Ningguang, Xiao, Ei, Aether/Lumine, Kaeya, Diluc, Kazuha, Heizou, Shenhe, Kokomi, Sara, Albedo, Dainsleif- !! GASP- !! <- my bbygirl omg i forgot abt u before now im so sorry </3

(once again i have not checked a character list, forgive my sins my readers)

^^^ Are like pretty focused on you/observant, so they'd eventually pick up on it first probably

..

...

....which allsssooo means they're like, collecting all ur neurodivergent thingys lol to compile as EVIDENCE AGAINST YOU AS TO WHY THEY KNOW UR THE CREATOR LMAO

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Honestly the biggest factor against u is definitely social interaction,, srry love :/

(if it helps, its bc i know itd be my downfall too thats why thats there ^ 😔)

Mostly bc i have this idea/theory? obervation? that when I especially met Adepti for the first time

Esp ones that werent as close to human society for as long as some others (like think Xiao vs. Ganyu)

And for literally every other non-human people we've met so far in Genshin-

They kinda- they kinda, radiate neurodivergent energy??

Like, they're not adherring to social norms, and not in like a bad way,

But its still rlly obvious (i mean also its probably exaggerated for us as an audience) that theyre not human pretty quickly

coughzhonglicough

COUGHVENTICOUGH-

oh geez wow excuse me, cold weather must be gettin to me- ahem hem-

Anyway, like what Nexy said in the ask,

...

...Yall are all just tiptoing around each other 😭😭

Bc these ppl arent from Earth countries,

All their behavior is weird to you 😭

U dont know how to mask with them yet 😭😭

THE UNBELIEVABLE AMOUNT OF MISCOMMUNICATION THAT HAPPENS ALREADY WHEN UR NEUROSPICY VS. NEUROBLAND PPL

IS LIKE, ALMOST WORSE??

Bc they cant even understand ur phrasing bc its so simple 😭😭😭

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Tldr: "Being Neurodivergent means ur a god, confirmed." - says all of Teyvat's denizens

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NEXYLAZA.

MY BELOVED.

I AM IN LOVE WITH UR BRAIN.

IF I COULD GIVE IT A HUG I WOULD🫂✨️👏👏👏👏

BC I WAS ALREADY LIKE IN THE BACK OF MY MIND LIKE-

*rubs my little rat gremlin hands together*

"hmHmHMMMM BuT wHaT iF mAYbE yOU reMeMbeREd cReATinG TeyVAT, hmHMHMMMMM"

AND FOR VERBALIZING IT WITHIN BLUNT LANGUAGE AU- !!!!!!!

(one of my favs, if u cant tell)

I would (platonically) kiss you right now dude.

Instead I give this:

♡ ily

And also, I AM GOING TO MAKE A WHOLE POST ABOUT THIS-

MAYBE EVEN A FANFIC, OR ONE SHOT AHDHAKFHSKLAAL-

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY BELOVED PARTNER IN CRIME <333

PSPSPSPSsppspspspssss Last Time! CLOSES TOMORROW @1pm CST: VOTE on my 100+ followers celebration POLL :)

Tell me what u wanna see me write about! PSPSPSPSpspspspssss

(U can vote even if ur new! :] )

THANK YOU FOR SUBMITTING THIS ASK

THIS IS A TREASURE OF MINE NOW

GONNA HIDE IT IN MY LITTLE CAVE OF SCREENSHOTTED SAGAU POSTS <333 hehehehehehehehehehe

THIS IS LIKE PT2 TO MY ORIGINAL LANGUAGE POST AHHHHH

NEXY BIG BRAIN ILYSM <3

Cheers,

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza lol ur own ask im a menace sorry

[marthawrites]

A Game of Chase

Modern Aemond Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 5.7k+

Can be read as a stand alone, but reads best as pt 2 to Pretty Girl

About: You and your best friend go out to a local event. While there, Aemond, surprisingly, makes an appearance. With quick wit you pretend like it's your first time meeting. Equally quick and curious, he plays along. A game of chase ends up with some unexpected aftershocks.

Includes: About half plot and porn. Explicit sexual content! Rough!Aemond with themes of jealousy, possessiveness, and obsession. Sexual/tension, fingering, blowjob, p in v, and a sweet ending.

Note: Hello lovely reader! I had to return to this AU - just had to! One day I will learn to not be a wordy bitch but today is not that day. Reader is nondescript and implied to be 21+ due to alcohol consumption. As always, it is my highest hope that you enjoy this story! ♥

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The city below sparked with life in every corner and lane. You leaned on the balcony's railing and looked over the last remains of sunset: spilled watercolors across a slowly dimming sky. As the last rays of sun disappeared, spring's chill swirled through the air making you wish you wore a jacket over your black evening dress. 

"Christ. If we're out here any longer my nipples are gonna jab through this dress," your best friend, Rebecca, said with a noticeable shiver. "Shit, girl! Let's go inside." She hooked an arm through yours and turned to guide you both inside where it was much warmer. She looked gorgeous tonight in a mauve dress, silver heels, and silver jewelry. It all accented the lovely hue of her hair and skin; strands of hair loose to frame her classic face. Her seemingly effortless femininity always had you jealous. She was much more "girly girl" than you, and you relied on her often.

"No leather jackets and no jeans! And oh my God none of your combat boots! This is a formal event. Not one of your creepy bonfire circles with gas station beer." Rebecca had told you earlier with a dramatic roll of her eyes, humor clear on her face. "Who knows. Maybe you'll find someone to put your last hook up to shame," she winked.

There was no way you weren't going to tell her about Aemond. Except, much to her dismay, you didn't tell her tell her; just the bare bones of it. You met a guy through work, hit it off, and ended up getting laid after he took you out. 

She wanted the deets. You were keeping your mouth shut. She hated you. 

You didn't even mention his name! With it being unique you knew she'd do some serious digging – and you already did. Local cryptids had a bigger digital footprint than him. Considering the day and age, maybe it should have been a red flag… Bec wouldn't let you live that down.

"Will you shut up about that?" You laughed. "Okay okay. I'll skip my favorite jacket and boots too. Only, and only, because I just got a fresh pedi. You can take my lipstick and eyeliner out of my cold dead hands though," you threatened.

"Those are your trademarks and we both know it. Besides, you look hot with it. Black dress and… black heels too. Your strappy ones!" You let her pick your outfit. When it was time to leave you looked good.

Bec was the only person who could play with you like a human barbie. You two went through high school together – and all the awkwardness that brought – and even college. You'd been through thick and thin and you loved her more than anyone else. You two even used each other to learn how to kiss. A truly fun and silly experience in hindsight.

This event happened twice a year. Music was huge in the area. More specifically, classic music. The university had one of the best programs in the country and was widely respected for it. At a young age your love for the violin blossomed into something truly spectacular. While it fell to the back burner during college, it remained a cherished hobby. Bec's skill was her voice. It earned her lead soprano. She was ethereal. Listening to her in the choir – whether part of the group, doing a solo, or singing with any of the other leads – was something to behold.

"I'm so glad you were able to come out tonight. It just wouldn't be the same without you," you told her as you both walked away from the bar with drinks in hand.

"Trust. I wouldn't miss it. Hubs can handle things for one night," she laughed even as her eyes rolled in feigned annoyance. She smirked and sipped her beverage.

Everyone seemed to be dressed in their finest. Dresses, suits, and glittering jewelry sparkled beneath the ornate lighting. Various perfumes and colognes hung in the air to create an atmosphere of intimacy. Some of the attendees looked young enough to have just graduated high school while others were grayed and wrinkled with time. The common thread of everyone was their love for music. It was truly a treat.

"I'm constantly shocked at how young the freshmen look every year. Look at them. Babies!" You exclaimed, tilting your head in the direction of a small group of friends who probably couldn't even buy alcohol yet. It prompted you to your drink; an accidental gulp instead of a sip.

In the theme of the event, music played over the speakers which seemed to bring everyone closer.

You two made your way to a bar table by the facade window. The soft lighting and twinkling accents brought out a pink in both of your cheeks that only fine liquor could coax.

"I wish you'd tell me more about your mystery man! Honestly I'm starting to think it was that cute coworker of yours who I like to make eyes at. He's a blusher! You know you could tell me if it was him, right?" She teased you easily.

You gasped. "Oh, wow! You truly have so little faith in me? I wouldn't hook up with your boyfriend," you laughed, unable to keep your mock shock up for long. "You know, it's starting to be more fun holding this over your head than actually giving you all the dirty details." You chased the thin straw of your drink, flashing her a tauntingly playful expression.

She'd just opened her mouth to retort when something else caught her attention. "Oh my God no way," she slammed her free hand atop the table in surprise. "I didn't think he'd come! Here I thought he was way too cool and too busy to make an appearance."

You snorted a laugh as Bec started waving an arm to beckon him over. "Another boyfriend? Sheesh." You teased. She was happily married and you only liked to flick her shit.

"Hey! Yeah, you! I'm so glad you came. Come over here and meet my girl. Y/N, this is Aemond. Aemond, this is Y/N."

Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

Bec kept talking, explaining how she knew both of you. You, her best friend since high school. Him, a piano enthusiast who'd taken the university's classes multiple times purely for pleasure. Her voice droned. You heard none of it. Not with Aemond standing there, hand in one of his pockets, drink in the other, looking like that.

Was it even legal for a man to look so fucking good? He looked absolutely stunning. The three-piece suit he donned had to be specially tailored for him because there was no way a regular suit could fit him like that. Black, charcoal, and deep green; it made his naturally silver-white hair and fair skin all the more stark. The subtle pinstripes of his pants and coat elongated his already tall frame, and the tip of his pointed shoes were in a single direction: you.

With Bec introducing, you had fleeting seconds to decide how you'd react to this. "Aemond," you said his name like it was the first time you'd tested it on your tongue. "Nice to meet you.” You sipped to hide smirking lips. Quiet mischief danced behind your eyes. ‘Play with me,’ they said. ‘You feeling it?’ they taunted.

��Hmm,” Aemond hummed while looking over you like he might have recognized you from somewhere. “I thought perhaps we had a class together. But, I don’t think so. Those aren’t pianist hands,” he said, tiny dimples betraying his restrained smirk.

“Ha!” Bec all but snorted. “No. No no no. She does not. She’s a ranger of our lovely national park and she plays the fiddle for Bigfoot.”

Aemond blinked, taken back.

“What the hell, Bec!” You blushed, embarrassment waving up in you like a tide. “You can’t just go telling people that all willy-nilly!” Despite the embarrassment, you laughed, as did Rebecca, and some of the palpable tension between you and Aemond melted. Perhaps she’d done you two tricksters more of a favor than you realized.

“This is Bigfoot country, is it not? I’m into cryptids,” Aemond replied smoothly. “Wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it tonight. But, now I’m glad I did,” he added in that same tone, taking an extra moment to glance over you appreciatively. “Becca’s hard to miss, but it was you who called me over here from across the floor.”

You arched a brow at his forwardness. “Wow. Uhm… I didn’t notice you at all,” you quipped cheekily before taking the last swill of your beverage.

Bec rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, Aemond. You’re gonna have to try harder than that. My girl here isn’t quite so easy.”

A genuine smile flashed across his features to brighten his eye. “Right. I’ll have to try harder for that one,” he said amusingly.

“Well. I feel a second one calling my name. Catch you later, Becs,” you said before turning, doing your absolute best (and somehow succeeding) to not flick another glance to the Targaryen tech giant who stood tall and wonderfully imposing next to your best friend. Would he still smell like clean laundry as he did the last time you two were together? Or would he perhaps carry the faintest aromas of shared perfumes, cigarette smoke, and cool night spring air? You dared not glance over your shoulder. You couldn’t be certain, but you swore his gaze trailed after you until you disappeared into the crowd.

An hour passed and you didn’t see either of them. The crowd was growing looser; people mingled like old friends. Karaoke replaced the overhead music and with it brought a fresh batch of excitement and silliness. The entire vibe of the place slowly shifted and you found yourself happily chatting with strangers like they were long lost college, or even high school, friends. 

It was during that occasion you finally caught sight of him again. You were buzzed – happy – talking to a dark haired man with a dazzling smile. Each time he did his entire face lit up and sent the corners of his eyes crinkling. He was playing the charm game very well. If you didn’t already have secret plans to leave with Aemond, he very well might have talked you out of your pretty black dress. Aemond didn’t know that, of course, and when you could still see him at the edge of your peripheral you knew the little game just went up a notch.

Another hour passed in the blink of an eye. Bec had to leave – turns out her hubs couldn’t handle everything on his own for a night. The dark-haired man, while attractive and sweet, wasn’t what you had in mind. Once you finally managed to slide away from him you sat at the bar. You’d been standing most of the night and your feet were starting to ache in the heels you rarely wore. The bartender handed you your final drink for the night. You sat alone. Relaxed. Content to people watch as the event resembled more of a high-end bar at this hour.

Again, from the corner of your eye, you saw Aemond linger just there. Just at the edge of your vision. Playing. Teasing – a silent stalk. However, you pretended like you didn’t. You slowly traced the rim of your glass, attention elsewhere. With one leg crossed over the other you leisurely bounced your foot at the ankle, the heel of your shoe tapping against the heel of your foot. Quiet. Confident. Even if Aemond hadn't already known you he would have been drawn to you. It was the tiny knowing smirk at the outermost edge of your mouth that really called to him. ‘I see you,’ it said. ‘What are you going to do?’ it purred.

“Is this seat taken?” Aemond’s smooth voice came from beside you.

With a shake of your head you answered, “it wasn’t. But I think it is now.” Your pretty eyes lingered over him and you just now noticed the three headed dragon tassel he wore on his collar. The buttons of his cuffs were the same three headed dragon. Half of his hair was pulled back and secured into a bun at the back of his head, and you wanted nothing more than to loosen it and let the strands fall over your hand. 

“Good,” he all but purred, leaning in a little closer than was truly necessary. “Hm… I don’t know what it is about you, pretty girl, but there’s something about you that keeps pulling me in.”

“Bold of you to say to someone you’ve just met,” you replied through a laugh, giving him a sly side glance from beneath your lashes.

“Perhaps,” he said quickly, leaning on the bar as he stood between you and the empty stool at your side. “But, I think you’ve been eyeing me all night too. Unable to truly lose track of me in this crowd,” his voice was a low rumble and it sent a shudder of excitement all up and down your spine.

“What makes you think that? This is the first time I’ve seen you since Bec introduced us. Honestly, I thought you left.”

He chuffed amusedly. “Sure, okay,” he started. “Is that why you can’t quite look me in the eyes? Or why you let that man paw all over you once you knew I was there? Or… why you only came here once it was empty and I was there?” He tilted his head slightly, just slight, as he spoke; smug condescendence angled his jaw.

It took everything you had to steady the excitement in your voice. “You’re very observant, Aemond,” his name dripped like honey from your tongue. “What do you plan to do with all those observations, hm?”

“Lots,” he answered lowly, triumphantly. “Let’s get out of here.”

Giddiness bubbled up from your core. Before you could stop yourself, you answered, “no. I don’t think so.” The change of his expression filled you with victory. This was your game and you were still playing by your own rules even if that meant making them up as you went. “Here is my offer, Mr. Targaryen. I’m leaving. You will give me your number and if I’m feeling up to it, I’ll text you my address.” The pupil of his good eye expanded; black swallowing violet. You wanted to cheer. He wasn’t expecting this, you thought. “Take it or leave it. If you leave it… I have another number to fall back on.”

“Give me your phone,” he said, posture and jaw tight. You did. He tapped his thumbs a few times on the screen before handing it back. 

As soon as you had your phone back you stood. “That’s what I thought,” you told him softly, smugly, not giving him a chance to reply before walking towards the exit.

Game over. You won.

Truthfully you would have left with him immediately, but your house was a mess and you weren't going to invite him over to this. It took perhaps twenty minutes to give the entry way, living room, and kitchen a quick clean sweep. From there, it took maybe half the time to shove everything out of place in your bedroom in your closet. You’d properly tidy later. But now? No. The only thing on your mind was the look on Aemond’s face when you laid out your terms for the night.

You texted him your address and nothing else. Now, it was your turn to wait.

Barely ten minutes passed before a knock sounded at your door. Peeking out from behind a curtain you saw it was Aemond. A secret smile plastered on your face and you wondered what he’d been doing for the last half hour. It took at least fifteen minutes to get to the event hall, so he must have already been out driving in the general direction. Either that, or, he broke every traffic rule to get to you in record time. You opened the door only to be shoved back inside, door slamming closed behind both of you. A sound between a gasp and strangled moan broke from you beneath his kiss as his hands were all all over you at once; sliding, groping, pressing.

“Did you have fun with your little game?” He asked hot against your mouth. You were trapped between the back of your couch and his looming form. The furniture was the first thing to get in the way of your eager bodies.

Your breath shuddered, chest rising and falling above the black neckline of your dress. “Aemond,” you managed to whisper hoarsely. Nothing else formed on your tongue before it was against Aemond’s for a second time.

“I could have had that entire fucking hall dismissed in an instant. You know that, right?” You didn’t ask how or why because you didn’t fucking care. Not now. Not with his mouth on yours, and his hands squeezing your hips and waist, his thigh between your legs. “And then you force me to stalk you around the crowd. Watch you flirt so easily with other men. Watch weaker men stare after you like sniveling piglets.” His teeth sunk into your neck until you yelped, body squirming against his.

“Oh my god,” you whimpered, head buzzing with a hundred different things all at once. Heat flooded your core. Thrill webbed throughout all your senses until you were keenly aware of even the tips of your fingers, toes, and ears. He bit again, softer this time, making his way down the length of your neck to your collarbone. “I didn’t think you’d play along for as long as you did,” you simpered, hands rubbing up the sides of his smooth face until your fingers were tangled in his silken hair.

Both his hands pressed up your ribs until the weight of your breasts sat upon them. You couldn’t see from your angle, but he was biting and sucking little hickeys all down your skin. “Do you think that dark-haired man would have tried as hard as he did… pathetic, really… if you were already marked by my teeth, hm?” As if to make his point even clearer, he drew in a mouthful of your soft cleavage and worked it until you yelped, forcefully pulling his head back with a wet pop. A dark bruise was already forming; the deepest one yet.

“What the hell? You’re fucking crazy,” you moaned, breathlessly looking down at him, arousal turning your blood to fire. “Is that what this is about? Me flirting with that guy?” Your face bloomed with heat.

“If I knew you were going to be there you’d have been on my arm the whole night. Fun as it was, pretty girl, I wanted to gouge the eyes out of every man who looked at you for too long.” He was hard inside his pants, painfully trapped inside the confines of the fine material.

Aemond didn’t strike you as the possessive type. It shocked you. Even scared you a little. “Holy shit, Aem,” you said, trying to catch your breath from the assault of his hands, mouth, and intentions. “I just thought we were having fun. With you only being here for a visit I didn’t think it was anything serious, ya know? Fuck.” Your hands fell from his hair to instead push yours back.

“At first I thought so too,” he replied, voice and body language softer now. “I was immediately drawn to you. As soon as you opened the door at your ranger cabin in your dorky uniform...,” he kissed you again, gentle and easy. He felt you melt into and against him. “Distance doesn’t matter to me. In another time my family would be kings,” he smirked, holding your face between his hands to read it.

“If you are a king or a prince –” you teased, playfully mocking the old timey titles, “ – then let me be your queen or your princess.” Your hands trailed down the sides of his biceps, across the front of his chest, down the plane of his abdomen. His intensity could surely frighten other women away, but you found yourself drawn to it. A fire burned beneath his skin and you wanted nothing more than to feel its heat against your own.

Aemond read you well, eyes squinting down at you as you traced and caressed over his clothed form. Something in his gaze shifted, then. A game of his own, you recognized.

His turn.

“Would he have been able to excite you like this?” Your dress had bunched up high around your thighs and he took full advantage of it. With his question he trailed the tips of his fingers over the front of your clothed cunt. Your warmth tingled his fingertips. “Could he have gotten this pussy so wet?” He asked, slipping his touch beneath the front of your panties to your bare folds. “Hm?” He inquired, the pads of two easily sliding up your slit and to your clit where he rubbed small, firm circles. You were soaked.

You jolted, legs tightening. “Aem…,” you warbled, back arching. Your body was desperate for him. One of your hands lowered to the wrist he was using to tease you, eyes looking up at him in a silent plea. “No,” you answered. “He couldn’t.” You squeezed your hand around his wrist, then, urging his fingers to slide into you.

A satisfied growl rumbled in his throat at the combination of your admission and grip. “I didn’t think so…,” he cooed, following your touch as he pushed a long slender finger into your body. “I missed this pussy,” he admitted, bending his head to catch your pleased sigh in a kiss. He swirled and pressed along your walls, reveling in the way you felt around him and the muffled sounds you made.

By now your alcohol buzz was gone and you were entirely drunk on Aemond. He spun you in a whirlwind and you were at his mercy. It was when he pushed a second finger into you that you broke the kiss, unable to hold back the moan he pulled from you. “They feel so good…,” Aemond-drunk and pleasure-drunk; the night was just beginning.

“There,” he said as your eyes fluttered and struggled to stay even half open. “Cum on these fingers so we can take this pretty dress off.” He pumped both in and out of you with added fervor, now, relishing just how fucking wet you were. There was no denying or hiding the sloppy little sounds that came from between your thighs. Those, mixed with your continued pleasured whimpers, made for a delicious melody that made Aemond’s cock throb.

“O-oh..! Right there, just like that! Please…,” you whispered as if in prayer. Your hand squeezed tighter around his wrist as he fucked his fingers into you at that same wonderful angle and pace. Even without your pleas he could tell you were close. Your cunt squeezed around him a little tighter, hips squirming, grinding down on his hand for added pressure. You dipped your head into his chest, hips rolling with his pace, and it was when he squeezed a third inside you that you absolutely lost it. Orgasm washed over you in lovely waves of bliss. You trembled; walls clamped around him rhythmically. You panted. Blissed out and ready for another.

As soon as you came down from your natural high Aemond helped you out of your clothes. Dress, bra, panties. They were all tossed aside somewhere in your living room.

Then, it was your turn to help him out of his own clothing. “Fuck, you have beautiful tits,” he said as he stood in front of you in only his briefs. He bent down to lick and kiss over them appreciatively, holding the soft mounds in his hands. 

You giggled at the tickling sensation it gave your sensitive skin. “My room is down this way,” you said with a tilt of your head, taking his hand and leading him through the kitchen, down a short hallway, and into your room. It was only illuminated by an essential oil diffuser which glowed with a soft pink. It steadily misted with a heady mix of oils. 

Once there it was your turn to have your hands all over him. You trailed along every bit of him that you could. From his shoulders, to his arms, across the patch of hair along the center of his chest, and down his lean abdomen, until your fingers hooked beneath the hem of his briefs. You pushed him further into your room until the backs of his legs hit the outside of your bed. 

Sitting on the edge he pulled you to him by your waist, coaxing you to stand between his parted legs. He unabashedly bit into the meat of your hip. One of his hands reached behind you to squeeze your asscheek, giving it a firm smack. 

You jumped at the combination, goosebumps racing to the top of your skin. "My turn to make you feel good…," you grinned, tugging the bun at the back of his head so he was forced to look up at you. "How dare you look so fucking good in a suit. It's really not even fair. Pinstripes, really? And your three headed dragons? It should be me who is green with jealousy over all the women who were checking you out."

Whether you were merely teasing or being wholly serious, Aemond didn't care. You had taken control of the flow once again. He let you have it, let you hold onto the reins if only for a moment. He loved seeing you like this. The faintest hint of pink shone in his cheeks at your compliment.

Releasing his hair you sunk down to your knees. You kissed the flat of his abdomen, beneath his navel, nipping the skin there as your hands pulled the front of his briefs down. He groaned in relief when his cock finally sprang free. Too long had it been solid and trapped; the generous size of him aching to be released for longer than he cared to admit. "So big…," you praised, idly stroking him as you looked up at him.

Seeing you so eager on your knees snapped something in him, and any chance of playing nice broke as soon as your warm tongue swiped along the underside of his shaft. "That's right," he muttered through a pleased groan. "It's like you forgot how fucking good this cock made you feel. Making me play along with your silly game," he tutted, seizing a handful of your hair in his fist. "Parading around like you weren't already mine…," his voice dark, dangerous. "You need to be reminded, pretty girl. Of whose you are, and of how good only my cock can make you feel."

Your belly flipped at the change of his demeanor. The way his eye pulled you into the void of its blackness. You looked up at him like the little doe you were. With his help, and in a single shared motion, you raked his undergarment down his legs to throw it aside. His hand was still knotted in your hair and, using that, he pulled your mouth to his cock until he hit your gag reflex.

Instantly you choked. He fucking groaned as your throat constricted around him. Saliva pooled in your mouth. Your hands gripped over his thighs, fingernails digging into the lean muscle there. He lifted your head up only to do it once more; slower, more deliberate, savoring the sensation of your mouth around him for the first time. And a third time, too. After a moment both his hands lifted your head off him, smiling softly. It wasn't what you expected. It was the gentlest he'd been since arriving. "Too much? Or are you okay?"

It was the sincerity in which he spoke that made you want to slap him, kiss him, and jump on him. All at once. Instead of any of those, you laughed. You wiped away some smeared mascara from under your eyes and nodded, unable to stop laughing. "Surprising, yeah. But, I'm okay. Thanks for checking."

He smirked. That asshole. "Good," he replied, leaning back on one hand while spreading his legs wider apart. "You don't have to be easy with me."

You didn't have anything to say, simply scooted closer into him and looked up at him with those big doe eyes smeared with the night's makeup. You took him in your mouth once again – on your own terms this time. His hand rested lightly at the back of your head in an attempt to keep your hair from falling in your face. You sucked more of him in, then pulled back, plunging forward once again to swallow yet even more of his length.

A truly delectable groan rumbled out from Aemond's throat. He couldn't help it. Your mouth felt so fucking good. He looked down at you, glaring, while a pleasured grin spread across his face; the black of his eye making it all the more lecherous. "Fuck. 'M not gonna last long if you keep doing that."

"Good," you shot back in the same manner of his. "You deserve to cum for playing my silly little game." You didn't go easy on him. Lewd glugs and hot pants filled your room; his hisses and gasps accented the depravity. Saliva drooled helplessly from your mouth and made it all the more sloppy. When your hand moved to cup and massage along his balls you were surprised to feel those already coated in your saliva.

"I'm close… gonna be good and swallow me whole?" He moaned, length somehow getting even fucking harder if that was even possible.

You weren't stopping to say anything back. Your other hand gripped onto whatever wasn't in your mouth and stroked along him firmly, still rolling his sack in your other. He took that as a yes.

The would-be Targaryen prince erupted down your throat with a string of muttered curses and praises. His lean body flexed and shuddered, toes twitching and curling as he rode the waves of climax. His hand had never clenched your hair again, yet it fell heavily like it was tired from holding a fist. "Christ, woman," he breathed, glowing. 

You stood and wiped the back of your hand across your mouth. "Yeah," you replied dreamily as you plopped onto your back atop the bed; grinning like the sloppy blowjob gave you as much pleasure as it did him. Or, perhaps it was merely pride.

Both of you stayed like that for a minute – catching your breath. He rolled over. Those slim hips fit easily between your thighs as his hands planted heavily beside your head. A sly grin graced his chiseled features.

"You're already hard again?"

"Can't help it, pretty girl. You're too sexy," he answered, lining himself up with your eager opening. He wasted little time in pushing into you, hissing at the sensation. "God you're so fucking wet from sucking me off."

The stretch of your body around his girth stole your breath. He stilled to let your walls accommodate his size. "You're right. How could I have forgotten how good this cock makes me feel?" You whined up at him, spine arching beneath him tantalizingly. You were more than slick enough for his intrusion, and now you were full. Absolutely full of him. Slowly, he pulled out. Easily, he pushed back in. Your breath turned ragged and quick, lovely pressure building in your core until it moaned out of your red-smeared lips. "Shit, yes," you whimpered, nails digging into his back.

Leaning up, Aemond grabbed both of your ankles in a single hand and threw them over a shoulder. The new angle sent him railing toward your belly button. His cockhead dragged against that deep, deliciously sensitive spot, over and over, your pussy hot and perfect for his ravaging. "Taking me sooo well…," he praised between slapping skin and your cries of bliss. The palm of his free hand pushed down and splayed wide over your low belly; claiming and intensifying your pleasure.

The added pressure sent fire blazing through your senses. Orgasm consumed you quickly and harshly, and you squeezed the sheets in tight fists as he fucked you through it. The edge of your vision blurred with ecstasy.

"Fuck, yes," Aemond panted, sweat glistening on his brow. "Feel so fuckin' good squeezing me like that." His length harded like iron yet again, balls tightening in preparation for a second release. His pace grew sloppier as he chased his high.

"Fill me up, Aem," you cooed up at him, nodding fervently. "Do it, fill me up." Your voice broke off into syllables and mutters, eyes desperate.

Hearing that was all he needed. He twitched inside you, spilling ropes of his seed deep and shallow alike inside your greedy cunt. Finally, with his firm chest heaving, he let go of your ankles and eased out of you. He flopped onto his back beside you, grinning like a fool. "Alright, babe, you're on water and cleaning duty this time."

You giggled. Actually giggled. "In a minute." You laid on your side and cuddled against him, laying your head on his chest – his heart thumping powerfully below your cheek. A contented silence settled over both of you. He stroked your hair, and you his torso. Once his pulse calmed you leaned up and smiled at him. "That was seriously amazing, the fuck?" you said with a satisfied blush. On your dresser was a pile of clean washcloths you forgot to put away. You used one on yourself and tossed another to Aemond. "Be right back." You put on a new t-shirt and underwear before leaving.

When you came back with water and snacks, Aemond was already browsing through your Netflix. "It's all murder docs and shitty reality tv," he teased.

"Oh shut up," you retorted, rolling your eyes. "Here I brought you snacks and you're talking shit."

"Thanks," he said appreciatively. When you laid by him it was his turn to cuddle into you. 

Eventually you decided on a horror movie neither of you had seen but agreed looked either really good or hilariously bad.

He stayed the night, and there may or may not have been a third round before sleep finally settled over your pleasantly exhausted bodies.

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sweet girl…

pairing: (dealer!Ellie Williams x fem!reader x abby anderson)

fandom: the last of us AU

pronouns: she/her

type: smut

warning: weed, drinking, making out, teasing, blow jobs (Ellie and Abby receiving), face fucking, eating out (reader receiving), pet names, strap using.

word count: 4505

a/n: this is fucking long post I apologize for the wordiness. tagging: @gold-dustwomxn @sky-is-the-limit

date: january 3, 2024

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You were in the kitchen with your headphones on swaying to the music you played making a grilled cheese.

You were oblivious to the eyes watching you. Ellie was standing there with her arms crossed smirking at you.

You and her weren’t friends. She disliked you for some reason. She and your brother were the best of friends.

You spin around and stop, looking at her you take off your headphones. “What do you want Ellie? Jasper’s upstairs.”

“I know. I’m just waiting for him. But please don’t stop on my account,” She smirks.

You roll your eyes and focus back on your grilled cheese placing your headphones back on your head.

Then you feel hands on your headphones taking them off you, it’s your brother, “Hey me and Els are gonna go to the park and then probably to a party to make some extra cash. Don’t wait up, okay?’

You nod and he kisses the side of your head.

You turn around and wave goodbye at your brother as he and Ellie walk out the door.

You then get a phone call from Abby, she was a new friend. You mainly started hanging out with her because you knew that she and Ellie hated each other. But over the couple weeks of talking you ended up with a slight crush on her.

“Hey Abs what’s up?”

“Hey, I was just calling to see if you wanted to go to a party.”

“A party?” Your heart skipped a beat, “Um yeah I'd love to go. Let me get ready.”

She chuckles, it sounded like honey. “Okay, I’m just around the corner.”

You discard the grilled cheese and rush up the stairs. You pick out something slutty but not overly whoreish, shorts, and a crop top.

Ellie and your brother were dealing at the park.

She turns to him, “I need more of those pre-rolls, the hybrid ones.”

Your brother was already stoned, “Oh sorry dude we're all out.”

“Fuck Jasper! Stop smoking all my shit!”

“Calm down dude there’s more in my room.”

She was frustrated, your brother always meant well but he was a little dumb sometimes.

The two of them go to the car and drive back to your house.

There was a knock at the front door, “I'll be right down Abs!” You put the finishing touches on your makeup and hair.

Ellie pulls up to the house and walks up the door disgusted to see Abby there.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Ellie asks snarkily.

“Picking up Y/N.”

“Why?” Ellie was confused.

“Why do you wanna know, Williams?”

“Oh, I just don’t think Y/N should go out with a bitch like you.”

Abby laughs, “Oh what you think you'd be better?”

“Honestly yeah.”

“Is that a challenge Ellie?”

Ellie wasn’t thinking, was she finally going to admit that she had some sort of feelings for you?

“Yeah, it is Abby. The first one to get her in bed wins,” Ellie holds her hand out for a shake, and Abby pauses.

“That seems too easy, how about the more things we do to or with her, the more points we get? In the end, we tally and one of us gets to score.”

Ellie was intrigued; she loved a competition.

You open the door, “Sorry I had to fix my… What are you doing here Ellie?”

���Your brother used up the last of my pre-rolls gotta get more.”

You shrug it off, “Okay just lock up.”

You walk away with Abby and she opens up the car door for you.

You smile and slide in the passenger seat. Abby walks around to the driver's side and looks at Ellie walking out of your front door.

When she finally came into the car you both smiled at each other and she started her car.

The drive was nice, you had the window rolled down and enjoyed the nice cool breeze. The music was good and you hummed along to some popular song that was on the radio.

You were zoned out until Abby put her right hand on your thigh causing you to look at her and smile.

“So Y/N can I ask you something?”

You nod. She was messing with something on her phone, little did you know she was calling Ellie because she knew Ellie had to hear this part of the conversation.

Ellie picked up, “What?”

“So what’s the deal with you and Ellie?” Abby asks you.

“Oh,” You were caught off guard by that. You didn’t understand why Abby was interested in that, “I’m not entirely sure why we don’t like each other. When she and my brother first became friends I thought she was super cool and I may have had a little crush on her but then for some reason, we never clicked. I was kinda heartbroken from it but I ignored it and started being mean back.”

“Oh shit I’m sorry about that. So you don’t like her anymore?”

You chuckle, “No! I mean I hope in the future she can grow up and we can at least be friends but I don’t see that happening.”

Abby signed under her breath,” Good.”

You didn’t hear her but Ellie did. And then she hung up.

Her grip on your thigh tightened and it gave you goosebumps, then the two of you got to the house and walked up to the front door.

She opened it up for you and you both walked in.

The atmosphere was thick, full of smoke, alcohol, and probably sex.

Abby took you by your hand and walked you over to the drink table.

“So pick your poison.”

“Oh um, Malibu and Sprite?”

“Good choice.”

She mixes your drink and hands you a red solo cup.

You take a sip and she takes a swig of her beer.

Then the two of you wandered over to the couch.

You were sitting on your knees talking her ear off about something, this was the first sign of you getting drunk, Chatty Kathy.

Ellie and your brother's group arrive at the house and Ellie is scanning for you.

She heard your laughter, that dumb laugh she’d heard millions of times through the thin walls of your room.

She walked into the living room and saw you and Abby on the couch.

Abby looked over and smiled slyly at Ellie, and decided to make a tracing circle on your knee.

That immediately got you flustered.

That got Ellie riled up and walked over to the two of you.

You did a double take, “Ellie what are you doing here?”

“Oh just here to sell some shit. And I wanted to give you a sample.” She hands you a joint.

“Really?” You ask softly and confused.

“Yeah, just thought you could use something to take the edge off,” She smiled quickly.

Abby rolled her eyes at her.

“Oh, thanks, Ellie.” You say taking the joint from Ellie.

Abby turns to you, “Why don’t you go upstairs? I'll be up there in a second.”

You nod and stand up passing by Ellie thanking her again for the joint.

Abby stands up in front of Ellie, “Okay so I’ve had her for around thirty minutes and got her pretty buzzed. I'll give you thirty and see how far you can get. Remember the more things you can do with her the more points you get.”

“Yeah, yeah I’ve got it,” Ellie mumbled.

Ellie walks up the stairs and finds you in an empty bedroom.

“Oh um, where’s Abby?” You ask Ellie confused.

“Oh, she had to do something. She asked me to keep you company.”

Now you were even more confused, “Abby asked you to keep me company?” You scoff.

“Yeah, she did. Here’s a light.”

She holds up the flame to the joint and lights it for you.

“Thanks,” you mumble, taking a long hit. “Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?”

“I realize that I’ve been a complete bitch to you over the years and I’m sorry about that. You're my best friend's sister and I shouldn't have treated you like that.”

Her apology sounded genuine, maybe it was you getting cross-faded but you were happy that she finally came to her senses.

You turn to her and give her a hug, “Apology accepted.”

“Really?” She asks, caught off guard by the hug.

“Mmmhmm. I knew there was a tiny bit of you that liked me, just a smidge.”

“Woah hold on. Just because I’m sorry for treating you like shit doesn’t mean that I like you.”

You rolled her eyes at her and were about to walk out of the room when she stopped you.

Ellie knew she messed up this stupid competition, “Wait Y/N sorry that’s not what I mean. Shit, I’m sorry can we start again?”

Her plea for a do-over was intriguing and out of character but you were invested

“Fine. Yeah, we can have a do-over.”

“Perfect. Another drink? Malibu and Sprite?”

You squint at her curiously and nod and she rushes back downstairs to the drink table and gets you another drink. She passes by Abby.

“Okay, how about we make it a rule that she can’t be completely wasted? I think consent should be key in this game,” Abby says.

Ellie nods and gives you a shot of Malibu and heavy sprite.

She walks back. And Abby shouts, “Ten more minutes Ellie!”

Ellie nods again and walks back up the stairs.

“Here you go,” she hands you the cup.

“Thanks,” you sip the drink and smile at her.

“So what do you even see in Abby?” Ellie asks

Her question caught you off guard, “I’m sorry?”

“Well, I’ve known Abby a little longer than you and she can be a complete bitch. So I don’t see why you would wanna be around her.”

You chuckle, “I’m surprised you both aren’t best of friends,” you say sarcastically.

Ellie smirks at you, “I’m just saying that you can do better.”

“Oh really like you?”

Ellie breathes in deep, “Yeah like me,” she leans over close to you, takes the joint from your hand, and takes in a deep hit.

“What are you saying, Ellie?” You watch as the smoke exhales from her mouth, you are staring at her lips, you never noticed how soft they looked.

“What I’m saying is that I think you wanna kiss me.”

You were taken aback by what she said.

You look back and forth from her eyes to her lips. You did want to kiss her

You nod.

She smiles, removes the joint from her lips, and kisses you exhaling some smoke into your mouth. You inhale, this was probably the hottest kiss you’ve ever had.

Her hand grazes up to your cheek pulling you in closer. Then you hear someone clear their throat. Ellie broke the kiss looking over at Abby standing in the doorway with her arms crossed.

You look over and seeing the way Abby was standing you felt like you were just caught.

“Oh um Abby, I um-” You didn’t know what to say.

Ellie gets up and walks over to Abby. They were talking quietly and then Ellie walked out of the room and you were just left with Abby.

“So you and Ellie?” She asked.

“We just kissed.”

“But you liked it?”

You nod slowly.

“Well let's see if I can change your mind.”

You were again confused and she bent down cupping your face and kissing you deeply. She almost knocks you down laying on the bed. She gets on top of you and your arms wrap around her neck pulling her closer to you.

One of her hands lets go from your face and slowly traces down your neck and then down your side. Then her hands go up your top and she grabs your tit

You moan at the sudden stimulation and you can feel her smile against your lips.

“You like that baby?” She asks cooing at you

You nod slowly and she gets another moan out of you when she pinches your nipple twisting it between her fingers.

You start to breathe heavily when she peppers kisses down your neck and your chest finally meeting her lips to the fingers that were pinching you.

“Abby…”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Can you-” You were cut off when you saw Ellie now standing in the doorway.

“Oh please don’t stop on my account. What were you gonna ask her Y/N? You want her to touch you or fuck you?”

“I-um…’’ These girls knew how to make you speechless.

“What’s wrong Y/N cat got your tongue?” Ellie asks mockingly. Her doing that turned you on for some reason and they both noticed a shift in you.

“Oh. I see. You liked it when I was watching you. Do you want her to fuck you or do you want me to?”

You look at Abby and back at Ellie not sure of what to say.

Abby gets up removing her hand and lips from your tit which was now exposed but at this point, you didn’t care.

“Woah hold on there Ellie. I did way more so that means I won, meaning I got my prize.” Abby looks back at you with a devilish grin.

“What? Prize? What are you guys talking about?” You prop yourself up looking at them.

“Oh, we just had a little competition to see what we could do to you until we could finally get you in bed. And I guess technically Abby won.”

“So all this was just a game to get in my pants?” In some way, you were a little hurt

“Well yes but we do like you Y/N,” Abby says reassuring you.

“That’s pretty low even for you guys.” Your voice trails on.

They looked at each other, they didn’t think of the outcome of you finding out about their little game.

“But I gotta say I love the dedication and the attention. And I do suppose there is a way you both can make it up to me.”

They were intrigued.

You smile looking up at them, then stand up taking off your clothes leaving yourself in just your underwear.

“Both of you. Fuck me.”

They were taken aback by the assertiveness and they were loving it.

Ellie was the first one to make a move. Her lips crash into yours, her hands explore down to your ass gripping at it causing you to giggle. Ellie then moves down your neck and with your lips free Abby then kisses you.

Seeing Ellie kiss you awoke a fire inside of her and she gripped your hair pulling you away from her kiss.

“You like the way Ellie kisses you?”

You nod, she thought it was pathetic and cute the way you instantly fold just by kisses.

Ellie then squats down and pulls your panties down revealing how wet you truly were.

“Hey, Abby?” Ellie asks.

Abby was still looking into your eyes with a fist full of your hair in her hand, “Yeah El?”

“You gotta see how wet she is,” Ellie says, full of amazement looking up at Abby.

Abby releases you from her grip and squats down next to Ellie.

“Hmm I can't get a good look at it,” Abby sighs, “Lay back will you baby?”

She asks you so nicely your head is spinning with praise and you do what she asks. You lay down on the bed and slip out of the shorts and underwear.

You lay on the bed and looked up at the ceiling of whoever’s room you were in and your head was spinning from being crossfaded.

You were then brought back to reality when Abby and Ellie each took one of your legs and spread them apart.

You were dripping and glistening and the girls were in awe. They both look at each other and smile devilishly.

“Well winners first,” Ellie says to Abby, basically forcing her down between your heat.

You prop yourself up with your elbows looking down at Abby. She looked up at you and her eyes were sparkling and then she dove right in.

She licks up your slit and you throw your head back in pleasure. She’s using her tongue, darting in and out using her finger to rub your clit.

Ellie smirks from behind and walks over to your side. Your head was thrown back by the amount of pleasure she was giving you.

Ellie then kneels beside you, swiping away your hair that was matted to your face with sweat.

“Abby making you feel good? Huh, sweet girl?” Ellie coos at you.

You nod trying to hold back your moans.

“Oh Sweet girl I wanna hear how good she's treating you,” she says as her hands trace back down to your neck as she slowly wraps her hand around it.

“It fe-feels s’good Ellie,” you choke out.

“Oh no don’t tell me tell the one who’s making you feel good. The hand that was around your neck rises and grabs your chin forcing you to look at Abby eating you out.

The way her mouth latched to our clit, her tongue swirling around and her fingers pumping in and out of you. You then met with her eyes, her piercing blue eyes that practically glowed from the light coming from the salt lamp by the nightstand.

Ellie's grip tightens making your lips pucker, “Come on tell her Y/N…”

“Feels good Abs, s’good.”

Hearing your praise for her made her work harder. The speed of her fingers was inhuman, like a bat out of hell on a mission. And just like that she succeeded in that mission, her reward was all over her face.

All three of you were in shock, they were more shocked than you were embarrassed. You’d never done that before with anyone.

“Holy shit Y/N did peg you one for squirting,” Ellie said chuckling.

Abby was still squatting looking at the mess she helped create in awe, you lay there on the bed with your hands partially covering your face.

“Hey, Abs?” Ellie asked and Abby looked up at her, her face was glistening from your juices.

“Yeah?”

“You got something on your face.” Ellie bends down cupping Abby’s face and kisses it, sucking your juices off of her lips.

You notice the silence and remove your hands looking over at them. The slight of them got you even more wet. Even though Abby towered over Ellie, Ellie was the one in control. You could see Ellie sucking on Abby’s bottom lip and it ended with a ‘pop’ of Ellie letting go of the lip.

They could feel your eyes on them and they both looked at you.

“Oh is our sweet girl feeling left out?” Ellie coos walking over to you looking down.

You nod and she has that grin plastered back on her face. “You wanna taste?”

You smile and nod happily. she bends down and kisses you deeply. you could taste yourself and you tasted good. When she broke the kiss it left a string of saliva that connected the two of you. She then wrapped her two fingers around it, looping it and putting those fingers in your mouth.

you welcomed it with her fingers. They were slimmer than Abby’s and tasted slightly of weed. You were sucking on them like it was your oxygen.

Ellie was smiling and Abby stood next to Ellie watching you. She then removed her fingers causing you to pout.

“I think she’s ready, Abs.” Ellie smiled

“Ready for what?” You ask confused.

“Ready for us, sweet girl.”

They started to unbutton their pants, sliding them down slightly to reveal the hem of their boxers. You see them both whip out the straps they were both hiding.

You looked at them with your jaw slightly dropped, “you guys had those on the whole time?”

They both nod smiling. Your eyes wander down to look at the two pieces of silicone. It made your mouth water. You mindlessly get off the bed and onto your knees kneeling between them. You look up at them smiling and they look at each other excited.

You spat in both of your hands and started to jerk them off. As if they can feel you, they throw their heads back in pleasure. Then you move closer to Abby and take her in your mouth. Hers was around 6 inches and could almost wrap your hand around it.

You bob your head and then feel her hand grip your hair pushing her cock deeper into your mouth causing you to gag slightly.

You do this for a little bit and Ellie looks over at the two of you, jealous and impatient. She swats Abby’s hand away from your hair and pulls you by your hair over to her causing you to yelp but you didn’t mind the pain.

Ellie was more ruthless with you giving her head than Abby. You open your mouth wanting to take it slightly slow but Ellie wants you now. She faces fucked you. The tip of hers was hitting the back of your throat you were clawing at her pants to get her to slow down but with each thrust she gave it pushed against her clit in a pleasurable way.

Ellie then looks down and sees tears rolling down your cheeks. The mascara was ruined. She watched as the silicone slid out of your mouth. It was clear with green glitter in it, it was cute but with size was anything but, 8 inches and you could barely wrap your hand fully around it,

Her grunts and moans were like music to your ears. You look at her with tears in your eyes and see Abby whisper something over to Ellie and she abruptly stops.

The lack of something in your mouth and her harshly taking it out of your mouth made you cough and wipe the drool and tears off your face.

You slump on your knees and Abby goes in front of you and the silicone shadows above your head. You look up at her smiling weakly. Your lips hurt from Ellie but you didn’t mind it.

Abby smiles looking down and helps you to your feet and you sit on the bed.

Ellie and Abby stand in front of you, “You ready for us sweet girl?” Ellie asks.

You nod smiling.

Ellie moves in between your legs and teases your entrance. She gripped your knees with one hand and used her other to move the tip to lube herself up.

Then she slowly sank herself into you. You gasp at the feeling of her filling you up, grasping the sheets of the bed she waited for you to get used to and she went on a rampage.

Thrusting you hard, slamming the tip against the spongy part of your cervix

You moan loudly, and your hands scramble to feel the touch of somebody. Abby walks over to you caressing your face. You were trembling from the pleasure and she was comforting you.

“Ellie making you feel good honey?” Abby asks.

You nod and grab her face into a kiss. She chuckles at your actions and snakes her hand down your stomach and slowly rubs your clit.

You moan against her lips. The sensation of both of them was pushing you over the edge.

“Gonna-gonna cum…” you pant.

“Fuck… No not yet sweet girl,” Ellie says, flipping you away fromAbby onto your stomach while keeping her dick in you.

She puts her leg up on the bed to get a new angle for you and it drove you crazy. She then bent completely over you pushing your head into the mattress with her hand while the other hand tightly gripped your love handle.

“You. Better. Fucking. Squirt.” Ellie said between each thrust and harshly slapping your ass causing you to yelp.

Your head was spinning, you slowly looked up and saw Abby smiling at you, you then noticed her stroking herself and that made your mouth water. You prop yourself up and raise your head up more, opening your mouth like an invitation waiting for her to accept.

“You want me in your mouth honey?” She asks sweetly.

You nod and with your younger laid out flat she slid it in. She grabbed the sides of your head hard but slowly thrusting into your mouth.

Drool formed around and you kept moaning at Ellie slamming into you from behind.

You slowly started to lay flat on the bed and Ellie wasn’t having that. She grabbed you by the waist and put you on your knees with your ass up.

“Yeah sweet girl just like that…” Ellie moaned.

You weren’t going to last long… you were clenched around her dick. Each of those thrusts made you come undone.

Abby was wiping away your tears, “Oh honey you about to cum?”

You nod.

“Come on honey cum for Ellie. She’s making you feel good. Least you can do is squirt for her.”

Her words made you melt and you finally let yourself go. You squirt all over Ellie’s strap socking her.

Ellie exits you leaving behind a gaping hole. Abby leaves your mouth and goes behind you replacing Ellie. You look back.

“I-I don’t thin- I don’t think i can do another…” you get out slowly.

“Honey, I won't be rough. I promise. How about a new position?” Abby looks over at Ellie, “Help her lay on her side, lay her head on the pillows.”

Ellie helps you lay on your side and lays with you. She then slides her knee in between your legs to give Abby a better angle for getting into you.

Abby then uses your leftover juices to coat her cock and then she slowly slides into you. The feeling was different than Ellies. She fit into you nicely.

Her thrusts were more gentle, Ellie was in front of you kissing your face making you feel loved. It was different and you were going crazy for it.

Then Abby's pace quickened and she started to rub you.

Your breath quickened and you felt so euphoric. With all the praises and sensations going on you knew you weren't going to last long.

You were a whimpering mess and with them both praising you, you came.

Ellie smiled at you and Abby whispered that you did such a good job.

You laid on the bed and while they cleaned themselves off and then turned over to you. Ellie soaked a rag cleaning you lightly between the legs and Abby gathered your discarded clothes and helped you dress.

You lay back onto the bed and snuggle into the pillows.

Ellie and Abby look at each other and shrug. They both crawl into the bed with you wrapping their arms around you.

You smile as you feel their touch. It was strange, it was new, it was right.

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Do you think having a baby in the middle of a war at 19 years old like Lily and James did is a wise idea? Of course we're all glad they did because Harry saved the wizarding world and so on... But honestly if I were in their shoes I'm not sure I would have made the same choice. And, whether it was unplanned or not, it doesn't really make a difference. And I can't imagine their desperation and sense of guilt upon finding out about the prophecy.

Maybe it's the millennial in me, but I wouldn't have a kid if I knew I couldn't give them the future that they deserve. But also... The '70s were a different time (even more so in the magic community) and James probably wanted kids at a young age so that he could enjoy them for longer (which is kinda ironic since he only spent 15 months with Harry) unlike his parents, who had him very late.

One could argue that during wartime you're deprived of so much that it's normal to want something (in their case a family) even more. But it's still kind of a selfish choice, isn't it? A choice that saved the world, yes... But they didn't know that at the time.

No, I don’t think it was a selfish choice, or a bad idea. I think it was normal, and even if they may have regretted the timing when they learned about the prophecy, I don’t think they were wrong to make that choice.

(momentary self plug as I’ve written about this before. Let’s Have A Baby is Jily deciding to try for a baby. Oct 24 of The Last Diary of Lily Potter includes Lily’s discussion of this exact issue while they hid in Godric’s Hollow)

dropping this below a cut because I’m a wordy bitch.

First, they weren’t the only ones having babies at that time. If they were, Harry would have a much smaller class at Hogwarts. Each one of his classmates, and honestly all those that are older than him and a few years younger than him would have all been conceived during the war. Assuming that Arthur and Molly were involved in the Order the first time, they weren’t even the only ones fighting the war that were having kids. Plus, we know that Edgar Bones died with his family, and since that didn’t include Amelia Bones, it must be wife and kids. But since the class isn’t mostly muggleborns (in fact, I think there are only 2 muggleborns in Harry’s class — Hermione and Justin), then the wizarding world was still having babies. (Also, I think it’s very interesting that no one assumes the Marauders era had more people in classes, but that’s a rant for another time)

Also, the war had been officially going since 1970, but there were roots of the war as far back as 1940. The Marauders had never lived in a world where the war didn’t exist. It was their entire lives, and went on for a decade before Harry was born. They may have been fighting in the war, but I don’t think they would have put their entire lives on hold because of it.

Plus, I think that James particularly always wanted a family, but Lily did too. I think they both had so much love that they would have wanted a big family to share that with. Even if Harry’s conception was an accident, neither of them could have ended the pregnancy (assuming such an option was available to them). They wanted this, even if the timing was bad. I think they wanted more too, though I imagine after the prophecy that they would have wanted to wait until the war was over.

Speaking of which, I think they would have had hope that the war would end in their favor. I don’t think either of them would have considered that bringing a child into this would would condemn them to living eternally in war. I’m sure they talked about what they would do when the war was over—where they would take Harry, how he would grow up, what they would do as a family. Plus, they were young. They were kids. Youth comes with a bit of an invulnerability and a innocence that fades as you get older (LMAO, I sound really old here. Go with it.) I don’t think they really thought that they couldn’t give Harry the life he deserved. They just couldn’t yet, but they never, ever expected things to go bad like they did.

Perhaps that regret and guilt comes in later when the prophecy happens and Harry’s life is completely changed because of it, but I don’t think they knew nearly what they did when they conceived and choose to have Harry as they did in the last months before they died.

[zolusbian]

46, 48, 50, 64? (WCN)

46. If you could only write one type of AU for the rest of your life, what would it be?

canon-divergent/canon-adjacent is probably the one that has the most options! specifically for lacho, aus don't really appeal to me to write them all that much. i have no idea why. i do have a cisswap lesbian lacho au idea that i keep meaning to write, but again, that's basically just retelling canon.

in other fandoms i do also enjoy "regular people"/modern aus.

48. Who is your favorite character to write for?  Has this changed since you’ve started writing for that fandom?

i prefer writing nacho over lalo. specifically for what comes next, for example, i put a lot of my own struggles with bisexuality into nacho's character--his rationalizations are the same i used to tell myself. i think he's an interesting and incredibly complicated character whose inner world is full of layers and lies and repression and i love exploring that. also he can be a little bitch, which is very fun.

i have come around to writing lalo pov, too, which is something i struggled with greatly, but i still need some work there.

i also love using (and bullying) domingo as a side character ♥

50. How would you describe your writing style?

the joking answer? "too many similes, not enough dialogue."

the real answer? i write fiction focused on human relationships and human feelings. i explore connections between characters and the ways those can complicate or change you. i focus a lot on characters' interior worlds.

i also try very hard to show, not tell, though i do relax my standards a little bit for fanfiction because we're here to have fun, not write a college essay.

i also like mixing the rhythm. even though i lean towards wordiness and, like, pages-long sentences, i am capable of peeling back and using shorter, more impactful language to adjust to tone.

my primary influences are ernest hemmingway, jhumpa lahiri, tim o'brien, pablo neruda, richard siken and gabriel garcia marquez.

64. If you rewrote WCN now, would you change anything?

i would change what happens between nacho leaving and lalo finding him, specifically in regards to what gus asks of nacho, given what happens in canon. i would probably raise the stakes for nacho, though he needed to be in that place of suspended ennui for what comes next specifically and to have the reunion with lalo hit all the boxes. i would probably also shorten the time, since lalo seemed to not need to go on the mend/plan as much in canon.

i did purposely leave a lot of the in-between stuff vague because it will be expanded upon/more important in the sequel, which will have Actual Plot, and because it wasn't really relevant to what comes next, which was all about lalo and nacho's relationship. but given what we saw in canon, i would probably go a bit more into detail there.