west, 30's, east coast, wlw expert, probably putting the hurt in hurt comfort
- minors dni
- discord and tumblr based
- i only write sapphic stuff (trans and nb uses are very okay!)
- smut content may occur
i haven't been on tumblr or indie in many moons but i've been feeling the itch to write more lately and work's been slower so here we are. please be patient with me if i don't have tons of set up or muses right now!
mostly writing my main squeeze andy rn while i get everything else established so check her out
currently obsessed with the women of the pitt and i'm not going to pretend to be cool about it. if you have OCs with their faces and want to throw them at me/andy please do. if you don't and just want to make one on the fly. great. i love them. i want them. all of them. five of them. three at a time. whatever.
i have plenty of info below so i'd love if you could give this post a read, but also! i'm very low key and usually just want to write. so if i post something or like something or whatever that you like let's chat
i like women, angsty hurt comfort, sexy times that are full of character development, emotional nonsense, and watching our babies get put through the ringer and come out in love usually
para, multi para, one liners, texting, rapidfire are all cool with me. I like all of it and I'll do all of it. I especially love a healthy mix for the same ship. for example, oneliners when they just need to talk, paras when things are emotional or active, and texting and such when it's fun. but i can adjust to whatever.
i love to have a loose plot in mind even if it's just "vampire enemies to lovers" so we know what we're trying to do and i really love to build muses/adjust muses for the plot or dynamic in mind
i'm really fucking attached to wanting to use my Isa Briones OC right now so expect lots of that I guess!
i'm also very okay with horror stuff, violence, messed up plots, dark backstories, etc. no taboo for me though though.
i like modern, period, supernatural, fantasy, sci fi, all of it. Very open to fun AUs and whatever else.
I have face claims I like to use and face claim pairings I'd love to do but if I'm being honest, I tend to prefer to make a character for the plot/dynamic we have in mind instead of trying to adjust an existing character to it. so it's very likely I'll do that if there's something you want to write. if you happen to be open to making a character on the fly for the plot as well, great, if not, no worries!
RULES
pretty low key here. no minors. no racists/bullies/terfs/etc.
i have like zero triggers and occasionally forget that not everyone feels the same especially when it comes to tragic backstories and the like. if I EVER step into scary territory for you while we're chatting please let me know. I have NO problem hitting the brakes and will always do my best to be mindful of triggers as much as I can.
i like to use gifs of my characters. i much prefer it if you also do because i like to see their faces! obviously for smut we can avoid the faces.
no youtubers/influencers/etc who don't have acting gifs (i'm flexible on this for singers and athletes depending on who it is)
little font is fine but i hate excessive font/text editing and spacing. I just can't read it tbh
big on communication/talking/establishing SOMETHING before hand so we're not just shooting in the dark so i will rarely like starter calls and things like that. don't have to do full plotting, but just a lil get to know you first so we know what we want is really cool for me
i want to write with you. like if you want to write and i post something that speaks to you or you have a pairing i'm begging for or whateverrrrrrr just message me. i want to write. i'm not picky and i don't bite.
BANNED FACECLAIMS: (besides the obvious ass holes) this is a list of face claims I won't write with. I want to be very clear that most of these have nothing to do with the person being problematic and I'm not judging you if you use them or something there's a long list of personal reasons for various ones i'm not getting into here:
any of the alyn lind girls, danielle rose russell, kaylee kaneshiro, nicole maines, jasmin savoy brown, phoebe tonkin, riley voekel, madelaine petsch
"no...no" she starts to reply, completely horrified that andy thinks this is her fault. that somehow she had used george and not the other way around. but then andy is looking at her and rubbing her cheek and she tells herself to stop crying. now wasn't the time to throw a pity party because she had hurt someone else. she listens to andy speak, it doesn't quite make sense, and george can't help but feel like there's something unspoken. "you don't need to apologise. it...it was a mistake. we both went too far... its nobody's fault" she says, before taking a deep, shaky breath as she steeled herself to potentially cross a line. but if she couldn't ask now, when could she. "andy... has... did someone else hurt you like that... i dont need to know specifics... i just... i don't want to do it to you again." its not something she wants to think about, not anything she wants to imagine, but she needs to know, if only to protect andy.
she thinks it might be okay. we both went too far. and maybe that's true. maybe they both had been going too far for a long time. andy madly in love with george blake and never saying it out loud, maybe it was too far, maybe she'd broken whatever their boundaries were but not actually saying that when george expected casual. if that was even what she still expected. everything between them felt so far from casual. but andy never dared to ask. she thinks we both went too far can be the answer they accept. but then george asks that question. words andy never wants to hear. something grips her chest so tight it gets hard to breathe. she wonders if george can tell? if it's been written on her this whole time or if it suddenly is now. she wonders if the infectious, toxic chemical death in her gut was somehow pouring out into her veins and suddenly visible. the breath she tries to take is shaky and she feels and sounds like a suffocating fish, suddenly without water. suddenly drowning in the open air. she looks george in the eye, like she can somehow answer her telepathically when the words won't come out. and finally, andy just closes her mouth and nods, one single head nod. her eyes fall away from george's, unable to actually look at her. "not... like that though," she says quietly, staring at george's knee. "it wasn't-- you're not..... it's not the same, george. you would never... be the same."
she's managing to slow her breathing down, to stop any more tears from falling from her tears. she needed to be strong. she needed to be here for andy, to help fix the pain she had caused. she's still stroking andy's hair when she speaks again, lips pressed against her chest as she feels andy's breath shudder, when she tells her she wanted her to. she doesn't say the word, she doesn't have to. george knows what andy's saying. she had wanted george to hurt her. and george had. "don't apologise. please don't apologise" she says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of andy's head as she did. "i just....i need you to tell me... what you want... if its too much. i just.... i need you to talk to me, andy. because I don't know what i'm doing" her voice cracks then, and george screws her eyes shut once more, trying to not cry again
andy's never seen george upset like this and that somehow makes this all worse. she can tell george is trying to pull it together, but she shouldn't have to. this was her mess. she'd been the one to make it. george is sitting here feeling guilty for something andy had all but forced her into against her will. finally she forces herself to look up, to gather herself just enough, to look at george, run a thumb gently across the other girl's cheek as if promising her it's okay to cry. "i... didn't tell you on purpose. i used you, george. i... wanted to hurt myself. and i used you to do it. it.... probably isn't the first time. i've done it with other people. i make.... choices i know will hurt.... i tell myself i deserve it. the.. release makes me feel better. sometimes. tonight it made me feel worse. but you... you need to let me apologize for it because i don't--i don't want to hurt you. you're hurting right now. i know you are. because i'm all.... messed up inside and i let it hurt you.
she holds andy to her chest and she doesn't let go. she couldn't get the sight of andy out of her mind, broken, vulnerable, fear in her eyes and panic in her voice. all she can think to do is hold her close and will it to go away, will andy to stop hurting. her tears finally break loose from her eyes, falling down her cheeks silently as she holds andy to her chest and listens to her make apologies that were unnecessary. "its okay" she whispers against andy's head, smoothing her hair at little as she did. "i'm sorry, i should have noticed... i should have stopped. we don't have to do that again." she mumbles, sniffing a little as she did. "work was so tough today and i got in my head and i just wasn't paying attention" she admits. "i...i didn't mean to hurt you"
george sounds so hurt. her voice is scared and soft and gentle, even more than it was when andy had been sick. this is different. there's pain and vulnerability in it and andy feels guilt knotting in her own stomach so badly she could be sick. her hands shake and she tries to tuck her hair out of her face, but she can't bring herself to look up at george when she admits, "i.... wanted you to." andy shakes her head, her voice cracking for the thousandth time. "work.... sucked... like you said and i wanted...." it sounds so fucking pathetic. she feels pathetic. "it's not your fault, george. i should have... said something. and i shouldn't have.... used you like that. .i know how it sounds... how it is. i .. wanted to hurt. i.. let you."
george is spiralling in her head. she was incredibly observant, it was what made her a good doctor, what made her a great doctor even, but could she really say that if she hadn't noticed how upset andy had been, how checked out she was? was she really the kind of person who puts women in degrading positions and just... used their bodies? she always thought she liked the control but... now all she could feel was her lack of control of the situation, how she couldn't calm her racing thoughts down. how she couldn't control herself. don't go...i need you andy's words cut through the fog and she looks over at her, blue eyes full of tears and worry and she suddenly remembers that she still has control over what happens next. "okay, okay" she says a little breathlessly, moving back towards andy on the bed. "i'm here..." she sits next to the brunette, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her close. andy didn't hate her. andy wanted her to stay. so george would stay. "im not leaving. im here"
somehow, for some reason, george comes back. andy almost can't believe it, almost wants to tell her not to. she wants to warn her that everything inside of her black ink and it'll ooze through her veins and stain them both if george isn't careful. but she's sweaty and spent and exhausted. her limbs hurt so much and her entire psyche feels broken down too much to actually be selfless and make george go. so instead, andy clings to her, wraps herself into george blake with whatever strength she has left. her own skin is warm but she's growing freezing by the second. breath still shakey. "i'm so sorry, princess.." the nickname has no bite this time, all affection. neither of them has said much of anything, and maybe they need to. but they'll get there. "i'm so sorry. you're.... i didn't-- you didn't... i don't know what happened."
she watches andy scramble for the sheets to cover herself with her mouth slightly open, like she's seeing it in slow motion. she saw the look on andy's face, heard the panic in her voice. andy was hurt, and she was scared. scared of george. of what she might to do her. even as andy reassures her that she doesn't have to stop, that she wanted to do it, george's heart drops, and her lower lip starts to tremble. "fuck... i'm sorry andy" her words tumble out as she scrambles back wanting to give andy space. "i thought you liked it.. you didn't ask me to stop" her heart was racing. she was a monster. what kind of person could drive somebody else to that point and not even notice. every time andy blinks back a tear its another dagger in george's heart. "i-i'm sorry. i should have checked" she says, voice quiet as she blinks back her own tears, averting her eyes from andy as she did.
i thought you liked it. the sentence ricochets around in andy's mind for a moment. because her first instinct is to say she did like it. but she doesn't. she knows she doesn't. she doesn't like feeling so far away from george. she doesn't like when her partners feel angry. she'd been so far past pleasure and so far into pain that she'd stopped liking it ages before. but she'd liked something else. liked the suffering, liked the sense of punishing herself like exactly what she needed was to be made to feel awful. that feeling terrifies her. the feeling of wanting to be used sits like rot in the put of her stomach. what kind of person thinks that? how ruined did she have to be to make george use her. to like it. to ask for it. andy's tears well up again and george is backing away from her, horror in her eyes like she too has just realized how every part of andy morales is laced in poison and waste. "no," andy shakes her head, wishing she had the strength to get to george, and terrified george doesn't want her to. she tries to move. "please... please don't go." they're in george's house but the words matter all the same. "george please... i'm sorry. you didn't hurt me. i need you..."
corcern is all over george's face as she sits there stunned for a moment. how on earth had she not noticed andy getting like that? she thought andy would have told her to stop if she wasn't enjoying it. she just always assumed that andy was enjoying it. they didn't really talk much during sex but she should have noticed andy getting to the point of tears. andy's voice brings her back from her spiral, as she looks down and sees how truly exposed andy was right now, how vulnerable she was with her arms tied behind her back with her legs spread. "no, no we're stopping" she says, reaching to undo the scarf as quickly as she can, freeing andy's arms and rolling her onto her back "you're not fine its okay." she says again, hovering, unsure of whether to touch andy or not, whether she needs to be held or needs some space. "did... did i hurt you?"
as soon as george frees her hands and turns her over, andy caves in on herself, drawing the sheets around her legs in slightly frantic movement, like she's panicked, like there's something inside of her trying to get out and she's desperate to keep it in. george looks shocked and terrified. her voice is soft and andy can still barely hear it. "you don't have to stop," andy assures her again, the panic rising in her voice. "i can take it. i can do it. just let me--" her eyes blur with tears and andy angrily brushes them away. and when she does, her clear vision shows her george again, asking if she was hurt with one of the quietest voices andy's ever heard her use. "what? no--" andy's breath rattles, she's so tired her limbs don't feel useable. her head feels dizzy. she looks down as she tries to fix the sheets and spots raw, red rings around her wrists. she's hurt sure. but it isn't george's fault. "i wanted you to. ...it's okay."
this is why she and andy just work. they dont talk about it much, she just gives and andy takes. ever since andy was sick, ever since they had fallen asleep in each other's arms not once, but twice, george had found herself thinking about andy more-- a lot more. she noticed andy at work, silently remembering what cases andy had on the board, asked about them in the car or in the break room. she thought about andy's stupid big green eyes and the little pout she pulled when george pulled her away from her charting to cover chairs. she liked andy. and that thought was a little terrifying to george.
sex she could do, sex was easy. especially the athletic stress relief sex they often did. they dont really hold each other and kissed, it was always a lot more goal-oriented, because if doctor george blake was one thing, she was an overachiever. she had lost count of the amount of times she had felt andy's thighs shaking against her legs, how long she had been gripping her hips, when she noticed andy had gone silent. now, andy wasn't usually particularly verbal in the bedroom, but this felt different. george's hips come to a stop, still panting, face flushed as she looks down and sees andy's eyes screwed shut, her clenched jaw and immediately saw not the throws of pleasure she had been expecting, but a look of endurance, of andy clearly hanging on by a thread and her heart fell into her stomach. "andy?" she says, voice full of concern as she immediately pulls out "are you okay?" it feels like an incredibly stupid thing to ask.
andy feels like she can't breathe. like she's quite literally suffocating and the world is far away. there's nothing left of her but george's movements, sharp pain. even the scarves around her wrists seem to bite into the skin and she almost wishes they'd tear it. trying everything to shove the tears in her eyes away is a dizzyingly futile exercise and when she finally opens her mouth to speak, something like a sob comes out. awful and embarrassing and andy feels like she's going to throw up. she barely hears george's voice, far away and distant. she's more aware of the stopped movement than george's presence. "what the fuck?" she finally asks, shaky and breathless, barely strength behind the words despite their bite. "why did you.. stop? i'm fine." her arms shake in their binds, and without george actually screwing her andy feels suddenly exposed and embarssed and small. her voice cracks, tears well worse. andy wants to fucking vanish. "i'm fine, george keep going."
it had been a rough day at work. for both of them. george had been able to tell by how andy had hovered near the lockers after they had spent hours with a girl far too young to have the kind of injuries she had. so she had invited her home. because that's what they did when either of them had a hard day at work now. or was sick apparently.
it hadn't taken them long to be naked on george's bed, andy's hand bound behind her back with a silk scarf which had been a recent introduction to their sex lives. her grip on andy's hips was bruising, her own knuckles turning white as she pulled andy's ass back to meet her already punishing thrusts, her strap on deep inside of her. this is what she needed, to turn her brain off and push her body to its limits, focusing only on driving her hips harder and harder against andy's ass, nails digging into her skin as she grunted. "fuck! just... fucking... take it" she grunted out, emphasising her words with slaps to andy's ass. there might not be a lot of things in this life she could control, but this right here, this george could control.
at first it's just numb. the whole day is numb. it always is on days like this. andy shuts the world off and tries not to have a brain that really works. her clothes feel too tight all day and her scrubs cling to her skin and they send the kid home anyway because they can't do anything to help, because there is enough evidence, because suspicion doesn't count. and the one thing andy got in this stupid field for slips through her fingers the way it always does. and she's numb. numb when she doesn't deserve to be, when everything feels too loud and too quiet at the same time.
it's easy and inevitable to end up in george's bed. and andy agrees to the scarves and the position and the aggression of it without much thought or conversation. this is a normal rhythm for them, just doing it without saying much. it's not careless but it's thoughtless. and andy wants the thoughtless. she wants hard. she wants to feel something and she wants it to hurt so much it destroys her. so she doesn't stop. even when the position--which is already not one of her favorites for a list of vulnerable, emotional reasons--makes her feel liek she isn't there, even when two or three or however many orgasms in her pleasure starts feeling more like pain and exhaustion. she doesn't stop when her arms give out or her hips shake or her legs turn to putty in george's hands, and at some point, somewhere in the sting of a slap, andy realizes there are tears in her eyes. she presses her eyes shut, tries to shake them away. you're stronger than that. take it. be a good girl, andrea.
she still doesn't know what happened ⏤ not fully, anyways. not only did she wake up in a hospital room full of strangers with no memory of how she got there, but it feels like those around her always no more than she does. and not just in terms of who she is and the past that she can't seem to remember no matter how hard she tries. it doesn't feel great ⏤ sharing a ride and a space with someone who lexi can't help but feel is holding back, keeping things from her. this person she doesn't know is in a space that doesn't feel like hers, with pictures on walls filled with people she doesn't recognize. lexi has some memories. remembers her childhood home back in seattle, albeit hazily. remembers her father playing guitar, knows it's her father even though all she can see are his hands. remembers her mother's paint-stained apron and that she has brothers, but it feels like someone has scratched out their faces. "what if that's what i want? to be alone?" there's a sharpness to the question that she maybe would have regretted if she knew who the person in front of her was. but she doesn't now. not when she's just had her entire world stolen from her. and it hurts in a way she can't describe, that this person in front of her knows where her spare sheets are when she doesn't even know what kind of sheets she owns. "i don't want anyone hovering."
".....right." the tone in lexi's voice hits andy in the chest like a shotgun blast. like the sound of "we don't know if there's brain damage" like the image of her girlfriend's body tied to tubes and wires and machines that have always been reserved for strangers and not the people she loves. the person she loves. the only person. a whole empty fucking world and andy morales has managed to give her heart to exactly one person with any genuine vulnerability and now that one person -- it's like a cosmic prank. the gods are laughing. Lexi's tone that's reserved for when a stranger pisses her off at the bar or she looses patience at the grocery store comes out straight at her, like they're strangers too. andy tries to breathe. she tries to take a second to not react, to not insist, to not burst into fucking tears in Lexi's living room. the last thing she wants is to make her feel like shit for something she can't control, that isn't her fault. "i'm sorry," andy gently lifts her hands at her side, flat palms, a surrender, or a cautious neighbor approaching a terrified cat. "i know... this is hard for you. the last thing I want to do is intrude. or.. make you feel--" loved. safe. cared for. "suffocated.. by a bunch of stuff you don't know and a person you don't know." she's talking too much again. always. andy's never been good at keeping it back. "i can go. i'll go. if you want to be alone i can go, Lexi. but will you at least... text me. if something -- if you need someone."
there's her heart skipping a beat again. she didn't realise andy paid enough attention to her at work to know what she looked like tired, and how different it was to how she looked now. like she actually cared about her. "oh, i'd never put glue near my eyes. ive had to treat at least five different patients over the years who had accidentally glued their eyes shut while trying to put on false lashes" she says with a chuckle, before shaking her head, the movements so miniscule so as to not disturb andy- she knew she was feeling better, but there was no way she was 100% just yet. "no, its okay. you can stay here as long as you need" she says and without thinking, presses her lips to the top of andy's head before she settles back against the pillows once more. "i might just fall asleep here if im honest"
she'd felt bad for putting george out like this, felt bad and a little embarassed for how truly awful she'd felt the night before. and she feels bad now, for the way she can see how tired the other woman is beside her. but all the feeling bad in the world doesn't replace the way she hadn't truly wanted to get up out of this bed. even wrapped in sheets she knows are probably sweaty, even pressed against a person she's not supposed to be this vulnerable with. she is though. it's safe here. her limbs feel less heavy and her head doesn't ache nearly as much. and closes her own eyes on a soft exhale at the feeling of george's lips on the top of her head and offers her a gentle, understanding smile. "do it," she encourages, a fake challenge in her tone. "i'm still a doctor. i can stay on call make sure our patient doesn't die for the next long while. get some sleep, george. i won't move."
the sudden realisation that the woman in her bed was one of her junior residents had hit harder than george had been expecting. of course, she had known who andy was this entire time, but she's still silently cursing herself as she fills two glasses of water from the tap, chugging half of one while she still stands over the sink. it was fine. they were both adults. both professionals. it shouldn't creep into their work. she steels herself for a moment before going back into her bedroom, seeing doctor morales sat there naked on her bed, hair messed up from the way george had been grabbing it only minutes ago. "not often, no" she says in response as she holds out the glass to andy, before stretching her arms above her head with a little groan. "im going to shower... I assume you know your way out?" she says, more of a statement than a question, as she eyed morales. "and...uh... lets not tell anybody at work about this"
"are you--" andy's about to ask if george is okay, because when she returns from the kitchen there's a different, more distant look on her face and andy suddenly worries that somehow she'd gotten this all wrong. it didn't feel wrong. it felt good. and george was good. but the way the other girl doesn't return any of her commentary or banter, doesn't say anything else, makes andy's stomach knot. she doesn't ask the question. george dismisses her as easily and as confidently as she'd asked her here and andy has no desire to be the girl who whines in her bed and asks to cuddle after a one night stand. she's not that kind of girl. she's used to casual sex. and she's used to having to be a secret. so instead she just swallows the water george offers her with a nod. "yeah, you got it. i'm quiet." george disappears into the shower, and andy gathers her tired, sweaty limbs to find her way back into her clothes and out the door.
A hand comes up to lightly brush up Andy's side, the sleepy warmth that both of them exuded was bliss, and following the kiss, Farah enjoyed the peace of the early morning with Andy. "Good girl." She uttered out, stealing her own kiss from the younger woman before giving a small nod, a silent 'go ahead' to whatever Andy had in mind for her.
For a moment, Andy gets lost there, kissing Farah in the haze of the morning, her soft brown eyes bleary and gentle. It's intoxicating. Everything about the older woman is intoxicating, but Andy tries her best not to say that too much, not to make it clear that she's so far out of her league sometimes she swears she sees stars. Right now, she figures it's best to just show her, show her that she can come close to being good enough to be in this bed, with this woman. Lingering for a bit too long on their kiss, Andy's hands fall to fumble with the buttons of Farah's pajama shirt. She had planned to be delicate, but her desire doesn't currently feel delicate. It's finding pace fast, and with a few buttons undone, Andy finds Farah's exposed breast with her fingers and moves down to kiss heavy, open mouthed kisses along her neck, and then her chest, settling on the opposite nipple with her lips until it hardens between them.
maya feels delirious, as if her brain has stopped functioning altogether. she doesn't know where her body ends and andy's begins, but that's just how she likes it. her fingers curl into andy's hair, gripping tightly, as she rocks her hips in a steady rhythm. she can't keep up with her, can't focus on a single task set by her girlfriend's mouth, and it makes her groan in frustration. she chases her orgasm. it's right there, she can almost reach it. andy's tongue flatten's against her clit, and she quickens the pace of her hips, rocking them into her mouth as she whimpers. her orgasm builds steadily in the pit of her stomach. there was no stopping her.
her orgasm washes over her with a soft cry, a soft shudder of her shoulders, as her knees tighten around andy. her thoughts are all consumed by the woman between her legs as she rides out her high. "jesus christ," she whines, her back arching from the bed, body trembling.
andy doesn't stop her work, doesn't look up or speak, hell she barely bothers to try to breathe. she gets exactly what she wants out of maya, from the soft sounds to the more direct cursing and carries her through her orgasm with practiced intention. she keeps going, gently easing her tongue over maya's clit until she's satisfied and the girl's hips shake beneath her, and when she's finished, andy still doesn't look up. she laps through the slickness left behind, gently still covering every part of her girlfriend in affection, even the messy parts, even this. and when she's truly finished, when she's certain she's gotten every ounce of her, every ounce of pleasure and every breath of reaction from her, only then does andy slowly ease her way back up maya's abdomen, kissing the top of her pelvis, the center of her stomach, the bone of her clavicle. from there, she looks up, light eyes dark with lust but soft with affection. "you're perfect," andy whispers, finally placing a chaste kiss to maya's lips.
george can't help it, she smiles a little bit at the breathy 'fuck' that falls from andy's lips. a sign of a job well done, hitting harder than a million well dones or good jobs. she's still breathing heavily as andy twists below her, pushing up a little to give her enough space to move, but there's still that glint in her eyes, the satisfaction that she had officially exceeded expectations. she shrugs a little at the question, opens her mouth to respond when andy reaches out and pushes some of her hair off of her forehead and the words get stuck in her throat. suddenly this moment felt a lot more tender than a random hookup that had been initiated in the bathroom of a seedy bar. "yeah, probably" she replies, before pushing herself back and sitting down, running her hands through her hair and looking down at andy. not at andy. at doctor morales. and the reality of the situation settles in. "im gonna get some water" she says as she stands, pulling the harness off as she did before disappearing out of the room.
andy's still breathless. george is still hot. she sits on the bed a little frozen, limbs limp beneath her, watching george blake sit back on her bed still wearing a strap on harness and andy thinks there's no way any of this had just happened. but it had happened, and she feels a little more spent than she usually would after just one round in the sack. she's either out of practice or george had been a bit more than she's used to, and andy won't admit it's the later. she's not complaining either though, and when george gets up to leave for water, andy collects herself a little, sliding her body upright on the headboard and covering herself a bit with the sheet over her lazily tossed knees. she shoves her hair out of her face when george returns, still naked, still obscenely attractive, and andy shakes her head. "that was really hot, blake. you're really hot. do you... do this often or did i get lucky?"
two WLW plots i'd still really like to write with andy
these can be on tumblr or on discord. my writing style is a combined mix of rapid fire, long form stuff, literate multi para and even one liners. i like being able to have fast conversations when needed and slow, emotional inner monologue when that's needed, whatever the story calls for. it's all very fun and 'whatever works for this' for me. i love using gifs but if you really hate it we can discuss.
PLOT 1: it's no secret andy's just a santos rip off. i would love something that feels very barantos coded. andy with an older boss, someone who is stern and maybe a little misunderstood but actually quite kind and caring, someone who sees what the fuck is going on at their shit show of a hospital and wants to fix it. they're able to lean on each other and build a relationship outside work. bonus points for an added sort of soft very lightly d/s smutty element (but not required) them exploring outside of work, finding a dynamic that gives them both what they need, etc
PLOT 2: andy + a vampire. bonus points if the vampire is a coworker or older woman in general but doesn't have to be either of those. i want to see her maybe think that person is stealing blood or being a bad person, kind of judges them a little at first because she's "good" but learnign that their predicament almost makes them a victim too, that they have this illness they can't get rid of, a taste for violence and blood even. andy starts getting them blood on the side and maybe slowly starts giving them an outlet for the violence too. she takes care of her vampire with adoring affection eventually, maybe they have to fight some other evil vampires idk. vampire is protective and a little dominant but with a soft side and a vulnerable side that andy sees and cares for??? IDKKKKKKK
