Thank You! I Was Just Tryna Do A Basic Overview To Get The Gist Going, But I Appreciate The Elaboration

thank you! i was just tryna do a basic overview to get the gist going, but i appreciate the elaboration xo ( i figured if i tried to introduce every possible sentence it would get overwhelming so i only provided a couple. i've just seen some blatantly incorrect uses that i wanted to note)

writing tips: conjunctions and the dreaded 'nor'

conjunctions are in-between words that connect two clauses in a sentence or phrase. but, yet, although, however etc.

the difference:

'but' is a coordinating conjunction. you use 'but' after a comma. "she liked dogs, but her sister had a severe allergy." DO NOT USE IT AT THE BEGINNING OF A SENTENCE. Use However.

'however' is a conjunctive adverb. it introduces a new sentence to the original clause and usually describes the action that contrasts the interpretation. "she liked dogs. However, her sister had a severe allergy, so the family couldn't get one."

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NOR. nor nor nor. aur naur. aur naur, it's nor. ok i'll stop.

'nor' has everybody in a chokehold. it is not just another way to say 'but, however, yet.'

it means 'neither.'

"here nor there" means 'whatever you're looking for isn't here or over there.'

incorrect:  I neither can talk to you, nor can I text you.

Correct: I can neither talk to you, nor can I text you.

it's a common mistake to use it in a double negative. it still means neither. it looks hella different, but use it the same. use 'nor' with neither as a way to say the same thing without the same word.

double negative:

"I don't have neither the time nor the patience!"

correct:

"I have neither the time nor the patience" or "I don't have the time or the patience."

nor is buddy-buddy with neither. don't use nor by itself. it's gross.

xox love you

tropes i want to see more

written correspondence. there's a nathan bateman x reader fic on ao3 (or maybe it's here) about nathan and reader writing sticky notes to each other on their doors and it's SO CUTE i will try to find it. but I LOVE THAT IDEAAAA

academic/workplace rivals. not just enemies. like, The Hating Game type shit

yearning. as brittany broski said BRING BACK MALE YEARNING. no i just love people being in love it's so cute

reluctance. they are so in love but one person is like 'idk maybe we shouldn't/i'm scared' and their crush is like falling over themselves to convince them. AHHHH

lovesick. like physical symptoms of being in love. tummy ache, dizzy, consuming thoughts ahhhhhhHHHHHHHhh just everything yes

pls somebody write these i'm tired of writing my own food

i want to give him a hug and some head scratches

Tear Down My Reason [5]

Orderly!Blue Jones X NonBinary Afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • ko-fi •

Summary: Blue has a few days off.

Series Masterlist

A/N: Reader is afab and non-binary, and is referred to by the nickname, 'Honey'.

Warnings: overuse of italics, there's some power dynamics in here, gonna say dubious consent because reader is a patient, soft!Blue, some anxious thoughts, dry humping, p in v sex, cream pie, Blue being a bit possessive, Honey as a pet name, swearing, typos, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2062

Blue was off for three days, which shouldn’t have been so much of an issue for you.

It was scheduled, routine time off that he’d told you about in advance. It wasn’t as if you were wondering where he was and if he was okay.

Not that you cared if he was okay or not. No. No way. Not at all.

But the days had been surprisingly long and boring without him. You missed his presence in the building. Harris, Blue’s second in command, had been left in charge. He was a calm man, with an even voice but he didn’t have the same gravitas that Blue had cultivated. And while patients still went quiet when he came into a room, it was more the other orderlies that were the issue. 

Especially a couple of the new recruits. Russell and Mcconnell in particular are high on your list of people to steer clear of.

Abigail said your name softly, breaking you out of your thoughts. You blink hard. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, shaking your head. 

“You okay?” Abigail's eyebrows are pinched together in worry but you nod. 

“Just thinking.” 

She nods. 

Erna and Meagan give you sympathetic looks, and Lilly had paused speaking. She gave you a soft smile, shifting her chair in the rec room a fraction closer to you. 

“You sure?” Lilly leans forward a little as she speaks.

“Yeah, no,” you rub your eyes, “tired maybe.” 

Lilly hums and strokes your back, “I know the feeling… must be nice though, not having Blue around at the moment? He’s really been riding your back recently.” 

You freeze for a second and she thankfully mistakes your reaction. The more correct turn of phrase was that you had been riding him.

“Hey, it’s okay.” She leans a little loser and you manage to give her a weak smile. 

“Yeah.” You swallow, your mouth dry. 

“He has been better recently.” Megan adds, “he’s not been so,” she gestures with her hands, “extreme.”

Lilly shakes her head, “You don’t know him like we do.” The ‘we’ obviously means you and her. What exactly had happened in solitary? 

“He’s distracted at the moment,” Lilly adds and Meagan nods sadly, before turning back to you, “he’ll get bored and’ll focus on someone else soon, I promise.” She says it so kindly, trying to console you as best she can. 

She doesn’t know that it feels like a blade to the chest. 

.

An air of dispondance hangs over you later than evening when you go to your room for lights out. For once you’re in bed well before the orderlies come to lock the bedroom doors and call for lights out. 

But you don’t sleep. No matter how hard you try. 

The conversation plays over and over in your head like a merry-go-round, getting stuck on specifics before rotating back to the beginning. 

He’ll get bored of you. 

You don’t know him like we do.

You sigh, tensing your muscles, trying to wipe the thoughts out. If you needed to-

Your door clicks, the sound of a jangle and then keys in the lock. 

Nausea twists in your stomach. You don’t freeze, instead you sit bolt upright, your left hand rummaging for the twisted metal bed springs you’d fashioned into a primitive weapon under your mattress, it wouldn’t do much but it was better than nothing.

The door opens and the tension leaves you in one quick sweep. 

Even in the dark, you recognise Blue’s silhouette.

“Blue,” you whisper, unable and unwilling to keep the smile out of your voice. 

He shuts the door quickly, putting his keys in the lock before he comes over and sits on the side of your bed. 

You shift, giving him extra space. 

“Honey, Honey, Honey,” he reaches out, lightly touching your upper arm and then quickly embracing you when you reach for him. He presses his face into your neck and breathes deeply, like he was finally filling his lungs with clean air. 

“I thought you would be sleeping.” He strokes your cheek, kissing you softly and nuzzling your nose against his. 

“Couldn’t sleep.” 

He frowns, still stroking your skin, “Badly?” 

You shake your head. “No, no, just one of those days, well nights.” 

He smiles, “Hmm, I understand, I’ve felt the same.” He gives you another soft kiss that makes your stomach buzz pleasantly. 

“How were your days off? I thought you wouldn’t be back until tomorrow morning?” You stroke his waist, shuffling a little so you can get closer to him. 

“Awful. Missed you so bad Honey. Hated it.” He moans softly, leaning into your touch eagerly. “Thought I was gonna lose it, so I came back now.”

You slide your hand up and around his shoulders as you trail sloppy kisses along his jaw, his breathing hitches as he groans and quickly tugs off his shoes before he clambers fully onto the bed. 

“Thought you were gonna be sleeping.” He repeats, almost lightheaded with how you're touching him. Need burns along his veins, makes him dizzy. “Was just gonna look in on you, just wanted to see your pretty face.” 

You mouth at his neck, scraping your teeth over his pulse point in a way you know drives him wild.

He groans immediately, grabbing at your hips, “Honey, oh shit.” He breathes heavily in your ear, pulling you into his lap. “Gonna get me all worked up.” He bites his lip, trying to keep some semblance of control over himself. 

“Good.” 

“Ugh,” he slips his hands under your pyjama top, just skimming the tips of his fingers over your warm skin. “You’re addictive, you know that. They need to put a warning in your notes,” he presses his left hand against the small of your back, pushing you so that your core rocks against him. “Hmmm,” he moans into your mouth when you kiss him, parting his lips eagerly and letting your tongue slip inside. 

You shiver, the heat of his hand spreading up your back as you grind against him, rubbing your aching clit all over his rapidly hardening cock. 

“Missed you.” You mutter and he whimpers.

“Missed you, Honey, missed you so fucking much.” He tugs at your clothes. “Come, let’s get these off, yeah?” He asks sweetly, smiling when you nod. 

You disentangle from each other just long enough for you both to strip. Blue yanks off his lab coat, t-shirt and sweats, chucking them on the floor and then sitting back against your headboard. 

His hands are all over you before you’re even finished undressing. He pulls you softly back into his lap, positioning your legs so that they’re wrapped around his waist. He grins up at you, his eyes bright as his bare skin is finally against yours. 

“Hmmm, much better Honey, much better.” He leans forward, sucking a love bite into the base of your neck and soothing the sting quickly with his tongue. 

He lets out a little shuddered breath as you start to move again, slowly rocking against his warm, velvety length. 

You shiver, wrapping your arms around him as pleasure starts to build in your belly and makes you desperate.

“God,” he swallows thickly, “love watching you,” he kisses your chin, lips, cheek, alternating between having to gaze upon your face and needing his mouth touching your skin. He whines low in his throat, whimpering with every gentle rock and glide of your hips. 

“Do you think you can come like this?” He asks softly, his voice strained. 

You nod, your fingers digging in and you move faster as you lift yourself up and down, dragging your bundle of nerves over him again and again. 

“Please,” he moans, so caught up in the sensations of your folds sliding against his cock, every drag and long drawn out movement sending him reeling into bliss. “P-please, want to watch you come, want you to feel good.”

His words go straight to your core, the desperate love sick glaze to his eyes, the way he tugs at your waist, moving with you wantonly is all too much, and it’s all too easy to let yourself just sink under his spell. 

You whine, breathing hard as you squeeze his biceps and shoulders, so close you can taste it. 

“Couldn't even come without you the last few days,” he pants, “wouldn’t work, just wanted to feel you and taste you and-” He groans low as you tense, your breath leaving you in a gasp. 

Pleasure explodes along your nerves, flooding your mind as you shake in his arms and claw at his back. 

“Oh god, yes.” He moans louder than you do, holding your chin and neck in his hands so he can watch your face intently. He keeps moving, rocking his hips to prolong your pleasure as he bites his lip to force down his own orgasm. 

He litters your face with kisses as you relax, unable to stop the smile spreading across his face. “Look so beautiful, Honey.” He whispers and hugs you tightly.

You breathe hard but then pull back a fraction. 

Blue frowns, a worried look flashing across his face until you rise up and take his cock in hand. A deep groan overtakes him as you line him up with your soaking core and sink down onto his thick length. 

“Honey, Honey, Honey,” he repeats, gasping as you move slowly at first, easing up and down gently. “I’m, I’m sorry,” he chokes, “I’m gonna, I can’t, I’m gonna come.” He bites his lip hard, trying to focus on anything else. 

“Shhh,” you press your thumb against his mouth, easing his lip free from his teeth and kissing him sweetly, tasting the desperation on his tongue. “Be good and come for me.” 

He whines, grabbing hold of your waist and pushing you down flush against him. He rocks twice, his eyes screwed up tight, mouth open as he empties himself into you with a long sigh. Relief flooding his veins like an addict finally getting a hit. 

He buried his face into your chest, kissing your breasts and muttering thank yous. 

Softly, you stroke his hair, it’s getting a little longer, starting to grow out of his short cut. 

“You don’t need to thank me.” You whisper. 

“Yes, yes I do.” He mumbles into you. “Need to thank you every second of the day.” 

You giggle, your heart so light and airy you feel like you could float. “You’re so silly.” 

He snorts, looking up at you and smiling. “Loving you isn’t silly, Honey.” He gazes at you for a long moment, looking more content than you’ve ever seen him. “I have something for you.”

You incline your head, “Something for me?” 

“Hmm,” he grins cheekily, “something that isn’t my cock.” 

You tut but you’re laughing. “I already have that anyway,” you squeeze your walls around him and he groans. 

“Hell yeah, you do.” He squeezes you tightly before he bends to the side at the most awkward angle, but doing it so that he doesn’t have to take his softening cock out of you just yet. 

He fishes around in his lab coat pockets for a moment while you laugh.

“Ah, ha!” He sits up dramatically, relishing your attention. “Here.” 

He hands you a small soft toy bear that is a little larger than your hand. It’s soft, it’s fur a warm baby blue. 

You stare at it for a moment, an alien emotion settling in your bones. 

“Do you…” he swallows, gazing up at you nervously, “if you don’t like it, you don’t have-”

You snatch it from his hand a little dramatically and he smiles shyly, warmth breaking into his chest. 

“I love it.” You smile, you want to cry. It doesn’t make sense. You can’t remember the last time someone gave you a gift.

“I saw it yesterday, I was out shopping and I saw him and…” A little blush colours his cheeks that isn’t from the exertion of your lovemaking. “Bears like honey right? And he’s blue.” 

You take his chin in your left hand and cradle the bear to your chest with your right as you pull him into a deep, long kiss that leaves him breathless and lightheaded. 

“I love him, Blue, thank you.” 

He grins, hugging you tightly like you’re the only thing he cares about in the word. “I’m glad Honey.” 

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writing tips: editing software

we all (or most of us) have some kind of editing ai software like grammarly, the google docs editor, etc. these are fantastic for catching things that slip through the cracks.

but.

they are not always the best. I know it's tempting to scour your documents until the little error counter hits 0, or the 'writing score' is top marks, but that isn't a great scale. ai (specifically grammarly) does a terrible job evaluating tone and artistic significance. it uses by-the-book programming that works for emails, but not so well fro creative writing.

this being said, don't just mindlessly clikc the 'accept' button for every suggestion. read the writing, consider what it's asking, and decide for yourself. if it's correcting grammar or suggesting a better sentence, think about why it needs fixing. don't rely entirely on the software. that doesn't build editing and revising skills.

being able to confidently edit and analyze your writing is a huge skill that a lot of new writers are losing because of software. not to say you shouldn't use it, but try to learn with it. if I write a sentence that grammarly doesn't like and it flags me, I'll read the sentence and try to figure out what's wrong with it. then, identify other sentences in my writing that have the same pattern and see if rewriting will help it be smoother.

this doesn't always happen. you might rewrite it and think 'yknow, i liked the original.' great! keep the original. It's your writing, not grammarly's.

xox love you, see you next time