#i can be weird and normal at the same time

[pikablob]

Okay but I wanna talk about the Paw Patrol movie because it is utterly weird. The comment about Marge vs the Monorail is not wrong… but also there is more than that XD

Basically, the Paw Patrol normally work in this one small town where their owner/human guy is friends with the mayor - the villain is usually the mayor of a neighbouring town who comes over to steal/ruin things because he’s jealous that Paw Patrol Town is better than his. In the movie, via some unfortunate coincidences, evil mayor man ends up elected to mayor of New York and immediately starts causing chaos.

So he orders a bunch of dumb monuments and celebrations to himself, wilfully causing a series of disasters that the Paw Patrol have to save people from (this is the Monorail stuff - he turns the subway into a rollercoaster which breaks). At the end of the movie, the Police Dog arrests him for this and everything ends happily.

This raises an immediate question; if the Paw Patrol does have the authority to arrest the city mayor, why did they wait to do it? He causes like four different disasters that all almost become mass-casualty events but they don’t arrest him for it until he’s done it like 4 separate times. He was on video causing the very first one I don’t know why they wouldn’t just arrest him after that - a bunch of people nearly burned to death and it was his fault??

At the same time - he’s the mayor. And this is a kids’ show universe where mayors can do things like reroute subway lines overnight and have giant effigies of their face slapped up on national monuments. And he clearly doesn’t want the Paw Patrol operating in his city because he orders his goons to stop them… by rounding up all the city’s stray dogs. At no point does he just decide to ban the Paw Patrol from his city - it’s never brought up.

So you end up with this bizarre situation where the Paw Patrol should have arrested him a week ago and he should have kicked them out of his city a week ago but the writers clearly didn’t want to deal with the implications of either so it just kinda… keeps happening.

My journey thru my kid’s Paw Patrol phase via posts from my Bluesky account.

[batsandbirdbrains]

ok but give me bruce holding all of the kids to dick’s standard but not as robin, just as a normal kid. like bruce has always been a weird guy even as a kid and while he has a public persona he’s incredibly awkward underneath and does not interact with many people. alfred ‘let me help train my little orphan friend in martial arts and let him loose’ pennyworth is not much better. then they get dick who, by most means, did not have a normal childhood either. his new caretakers do not have any idea what normal children are like. so when dick gets excited and does 10 back flips in a row, they think “ahhh children must do that to show their happiness”. when dick is angry and throws massive hysterical fits where he bites people, destroys shit, and climbs onto chandeliers to sulk, not once do they consider that his reaction may be a bit disproportionate. when dick has depressive episodes where he can’t get out of bed, they think that this must be what other people mean when they talk about teenage hormones. when dick makes friends with almost everyone in the entire universe and then some, they think “well who doesn’t like children?”

but then comes along jason, and jason also did not have the most normal childhood, but it was closer to normal than what dick and bruce had. bruce starts worry that he’s completely fucking up while trying to parent jason, because jason isn’t reacting like dick does. to bruce, jason hardly ever emotes around him. bruce buys him ice cream and the kid doesn’t do a single flip. bruce upsets jason and doesn’t even know it until jason starts ranting about how he’s tired of giving bruce the silent treatment. bruce starts to worry because jason doesn’t have many friends but jason yells at him that he doesn’t need to socialize all the time (bruce considers looking into therapy - surely such little socialization isn’t healthy?) at least jason does flips sometimes as robin, which must mean that it makes him happy, right?

then jason dies and bruce is alone for a long time. tim comes along and bruce is still so stuck in his grief that he’s not really paying attention to tim’s behavior. when he finally manages to get better he realizes that tim doesn’t do ‘normal’ kid things either, but bruce just settles on tim having a weird childhood and being a weirdo in the same way bruce is.

over time his family grows more and more, and yet none of them act like normal kids. bruce starts to get a little concerned - the only besides dick that emoted was damian, when he was angry, and even that went away over time. he tries to nudge them in the right direction time and time again with little anecdotes about dick but it doesn’t seem to work. he’s met with eye rolls and scowls when he talks about how dick used to do flips all the time, when he talks about dick swinging from the chandeliers, when talks about all of dick’s friends, when talks about dick diving off a roof to knee a goon in the face. bruce is just trying to give his children suggestions on how to be normal, dammit!

eventually he brings up his concerns to clark, who makes a considering noise and says “i had that same issue at first. i was waiting for jon to do flips when he got older but he never did. then i realized nobody taught him. now he does them all the time.” because while clark did have a normal childhood, he’s also an alien and did not spend much time with children as an adult (beyond saving them) until dick came along as robin. lois sighs exasperatedly from the background. bruce is incredibly horrified and sad at the thought that he had been waiting forever for children to flip for him and they didn’t know how (mind you, they all definitely know how to flip, he’s seen them all do it at least once). bruce wonders how he can broach the topic without messing up the conversation and decides to enlist the other JL founders for help. diana wants her nephews to be happy, clark was always on board, barry remembers all the weird shit wally did as a kid and doesn’t question it, oliver doesn’t really care, and hal is too scared of everyone’s wrath to tell them all that dick is just a weirdo.

Dude the last line fucking killed me “and Hal is too scared of everyone’s wrath to tell them that Dick is just a weirdo” beautiful, wonderful, excellent. Hal always thought Robin/Dick was a fucking weirdo little kid/teenager/adult but could never say it bc somehow everyone loves the kid.

And all the other Batkids feeling like Dick is just an impossible standard to live up to is so accurate. But would Dick even know about it? I feel like they wouldn’t blame Dick necessarily, but he absolutely grates on their nerves after a long lecture from Bruce about how they need to be more like Dick and now Dick is at the manor hanging out acting like nothing is out of the ordinary

[munsonify]

shy girl

pairing. steve harrington x fem!reader

summary. steve harrington finds himself entranced with achingly shy, quiet costumer at family video

content warnings. fluff, steve being a flirt, softie!steve, shy&quiet!reader, no use of y/n, pining, unestablished relationship, cutie patootie steve, r finding her confidence

word count. 2970

a/n. we all know ariel is a yapper when she has her voice so i’m writing this where r starts yapping when she isn’t so nervous and shy cause i can

disney princess collection

steve saw a lot of people come and go from family video. he didn’t have a knack for remembering who he’s seen come in, faces eventually blurring together the longer he worked there, the more hours he was given. there were regulars that came in, some of which he remembered vaguely. it’s hard to forget when someone comes in and rents out the same movie for the third time in a row, or picks up a particularly odd movie to watch. him and robin tended to gossip when that happened, so maybe that’s why folks like that were more likely to be committed to his memory.

there were exceptions to that, and you were absolutely apart of it.

from the moment you stepped foot into the store, head hung a little low, beelining your way towards the romcom section, steve was paying full attention to you. normally he wouldn’t pay any mind to customers when they came in, only assisting them in finding a movie if they asked, ringing them up while barely looking them in the face. you caught his eye.

you’re quick footsteps were what drew him in at first, though your looks were what kept him engaged. he only caught a glimpse of you at first as you hustled towards the back of the store, desperate to find the movie you were searching for. it was enough to have him double taking, eyes tracking your movements. steve, as nonchalantly as possible, went back to sliding more returned movies onto the shelves, now a little unfocused. it was only him in the store, so he knew he’d get the chance of a better look at you, to speak to you. a part of him wished robin was with him to see him in action, to prove to her that he wasn’t always striking out.

out of the corner of his eye, steve saw you shuffle your way up to the counter, two tapes in hand. with a deep breath, he turned on his feet, walking behind the counter to ring you up.

“hey beautiful,” he greeted not as smoothly as he planned. steve was fumbling with the scanner when he spoke, tripping over his feet slightly. he straightened up his back on instinct, offering a toothy smile to you. warmth spread across your face at his words, quickly handing him the movies to rent. he noticed the way you became flustered, mentally applauding himself as he gently took the tapes from your hand. “find what you were looking for okay?”

“hi, yeah,” you whispered out, a little unsure what to do with yourself, or how to accept the compliment he’d given you. you wondered if he said that to a lot of the girls that came in, and he was only being nice. when you didn’t say anything else to him, steve’s eyebrows quirked up in confusion. for someone who seemed interested and flustered at his compliment at first, you sure had a weird way of showing it.

after scanning the three tapes you’d brought up, steve gently slid them across the counter, offering up a charming smile. he watched as your eyelashes fluttered at the sight of it, your throat bobbing slightly as you swallow. now, he was even more confused than before. he watched as you handed him over a ten after he told you the total, his hands fumbling with your change as he thought through his next course of action.

“have a good rest of your day, beautiful, enjoy the movies,” steve settled on, the same charming smile as before. you gave him a small smile as you take the change from his hand, skin grazing against his, making you a little weak in the knees. you forced a small smile to him, one you wanted to be natural - a smile you knew you meant -, before grabbing the tapes and turning on your heels to leave.

steve watched as you leaved perplexed. he was glad robin wasn’t here to see that, maybe he was always striking out.

———

three days had passed since you’d come into family video, and you were still on steve’s mind. as pretty as you are, you had confused him a little. he’d gone straight to robin that night, rambling on about the conversation over the phone to her while she was working on her homework. all robin did was brush it off as if it was nothing, despite it plaguing his mind.

“maybe she just wasn’t into you, dingus. not everyone has to enjoy your flirting.”

obviously steve knew that. he’s been turned down dozens of times, and while it bruised his ego a little, he respected that. he let it go, because at the end of the day, it really wasn’t that big of a deal. with you it was a different. he truly thought you were into his compliment, taken aback by his flirting in a good way. he’s usually good at taking a hint. this just didn’t seem like that to him.

the moment steve saw you walk back into the store, his eyes lit up. this was his chance to try and get another read on you, to see if he was completely off base. you were quick to find your way to the front counter, your head on a swivel as you look around for someone to assist you.

you’d worked yourself up all morning to walking back in the store to return the movies you rented. you wanted to have something of use to say, to have any sort of reaction that wasn’t simply standing there awkwardly. all you thought of for the last couple days was the way steve smiled at you, the way he complimented you with such confidence, the way he seemed so casual with his flirting.

your eyes went wide when you watched him approach the counter, slipping back behind it to assist you again. you were hopeful he was working, to catch him at the right time. you were grateful you did. he looked just as handsome as you remembered. steve gave you the same charming smile he gave you earlier in the week, confident to redeem himself from something he didn’t need to.

“hey, i remember you,” steve said, looking you dead in the eyes, soft and inviting. “sixteen candles, right?”

you nodded quickly at his words, surprised he’d remembered you, let alone one of the movies you’d rented. you gave him a small smile as you gently handed him the tapes. you tried your best to make small talk, even if you were a little awkward with it. “yeah, it was good.”

you watched as steve marked the movies as returned in the computer system, before setting them aside in a bin for him to rewind later. unsure what to say, you gave steve a small smile, pointing your thumb towards the door as you start walking away. still without much of an answer, he let you walk out, waving a goodbye to you, before calling out to you.

“can’t wait to see you back in again, beautiful.”

whether he was being polite or he genuinely meant what he said, those words made your heart begin beating out of your chest. you turn your head to look back at him with a small smile, nearly running into the door as you push your way out. the sight of it made steve chuckle, shaking his head as he watched you stumble out of the store. while he may not have much a read on you still, he was convinced you at least liked his compliments a little.

———

four more days passed by between visits, though steve’s mind still stayed hooked on you. something about you drew him in. normally, he wasn’t one to gravitate towards quiet girls. he liked being around someone who could hold a conversation, who could laugh loud without a care in the world, who didn’t shy away from things. but you? you were intriguing, pretty, captivating. he kinda liked how quiet you were, it was different from what he’s used to. he was dying to know more about you.

you’d felt the same way about steve. you liked how outgoing he was, how confident he could be. it wasn’t often, if ever, that you were flirted with. especially not this boldly, not out in public without a care in the world. you yearned for the day you got to see him again.

a horror movie was calling your name as you found your way towards the video store again, a hint of hopefulness in your body as you step out of your car, shuffling your way towards the entrance. a large smile plastered on your face the moment your eyes found steve through the large window. you contained it the best you could as you opened the door, the bell jingling above you to notify him that someone had entered.

he was behind the counter today as you entered, fumbling around with a tape he was rewinding. steve’s head lifted up at the sound of the door opening, back straightening up from its hunched form at the sight of you. he watched you smile small and wave, fingers wiggling slightly as you walk towards the counter. he smiled along with you, eyes curiously dancing across your face, watching you stop in front of the counter.

“hey,” steve greeted, sitting the tape down. he stared down at you, noticing the way your fingers fumbled with each other.

“hey,” you responded, staring up into his eyes, still a little shy. normally, you’d go searching for the movie on your own, seeing what catches your eye. you liked browsing in peace. but now that you’d met steve? you wanted nothing more than an excuse to talk to him. “do you have any good horror movies in?”

steve was quick to move from the counter, rounding around it, eager to help you find a movie. he ushered you towards the horror section, making sure you were following him over before he started to ramble on. you stood just a few inches away from him as he began pointing through movies, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of him, his expensive cologne wafting into your senses. it had your mind racing.

“we’ve got a lot right now,” he started. “if you’re looking for slashers we have sleepaway camp in, friday the thirteenth, prom night. i’d usually reccomend a nightmare on elm street, but i just rented it out this morning.”

you shook your head slightly, nose scrunching up his words. while you usually didn’t mind slashers, enjoyable at times, you were looking for something different. and hey, maybe you just wanted to hear steve keep talking, but that wasn’t the point. he gave you a small smile, walking over just a few inches to read off more movies.

“no slashers today, got it. we’ve got poltergeist, the shining, hellraiser,” he rambled off, pointing at each of them as he spoke. steve watched as you carefully reach for poltergeist, sliding it off the shelf and into your grip. you show it to him with a small smile.

“good choice,” he affirms, nodding his head towards the counter again, walking first as you follow. you hand him the tape once he finds his way back behind the counter, putting it under your name, before he scans it into the system. steve, as smoothly as possible, indirectly asks you a question that’s been weighing on his mind. “i’m sure you and your boyfriend are gonna love it.”

“boyfriend?” you squeak out quickly, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. the last thing you wanted was for steve to think you had a boyfriend. you were single, very single. you barely noticed the small, smug smirk that graced his lips, head turning to look at you slightly.

“no boyfriend, got it,” he noted in a whisper, though loud enough for you to hear. he handed the tape back to you, skin making contact just like the first time you’d interacted with him. you started to fist out some cash from your purse, only for steve to interrupt you in a smooth, quiet voice. “don’t worry about it, beautiful. it’s on me today.”

you look up at him in surprise, lips parting slightly as your mind starts to turn, looking for something to say. the smug smile that seemed to have a permanent place on his face was still there, his brown eyes soft and charming. he seemed insistent on it.

“you’re sure?” you asked quietly, a small from on your face. as sweet as it was, you didn’t want him to feel obligated to. not that you’d given him a reason to feel that way.

“absolutely,” steve told you, sincerity dripping from every inch of him.

“thank you,” you told him, voice still small, an appreciative smile replacing your frown. you fumbled with your purse while you began your journey out of the store. you gave him a wave goodbye before you exit, the bell leaving him in silence.

you realized quickly on your ride home that you should’ve invited him over to watch it with you. while he might not have been implying it, it just seemed like the right thing to do. steve was sweet, charming, and seemed as into you as you were into him. it would’ve been nice to watch the movie with the man. if only you weren’t so nervous around him. you could barely get a word out, let alone enough to ask him on a date.

———

it seemed your luck has run out on your fourth trip to family video. despite being excited to come back, only a day between trips, you must’ve came in on steve’s day off. up front today was robin, who was rewinding videos just like he was just the other day. you frowned as you not-so-casually looked around the store, slowly walking towards the front counter. the girl offered you a tight lipped smile as you approached her, setting the tapes down, noticing your eyes searching the store.

“looking for something?” robin asked, watching as you give her the same small smile. you shook your head, handing her the tape you’d been so kindly given by steve.

“no, just came to return this,” you told her, hands moving to meet each other in front of you, thumbs twiddling together. there was a disappointed look on your face she noticed quickly. robin was able to pinpoint exactly why the moment she’d taken a glance down at the name of the film. her lips quirked up in a smile, immediately going to search for your name in the computer system.

“it’s his day off,” she informed you without saying his name. you were quick to understand who she was talking about, of course you were. you hummed out quietly at her words, from deepening slightly. you were excited to see him, disappointed that you didn’t get to. so much so that you didn’t realize she knew you were looking for him. not until she continued to talk. “i was starting to believe you weren’t real, ya know. thought he was making you up for fun.”

heat rose up your neck and to your face robins words, one of your hands moving to the back of your neck to scratch awkwardly. you looked over at her expectantly, your heart beating fast. “he’s been talking about me?”

“god yeah,” robin told you, huffing out a breath of air. “he won’t shut up about you.”

you found yourself quoting him as you backed away from the counter, seeing yourself out as you spoke under your breath, words robin just barely caught. “good to know.”

———

the next time you were in family video, you didn’t have a single intention of getting a movie. the only thing you went in for was steve, to see his face, to hear his voice. you practically skipped through the front door when you noticed he was working today, an excited smile on your face as you found your way towards him. he had his back towards you putting away some movies, so he hadn’t noticed it was you who entered the store. not until you spoke to him.

“steve?” you called out in a soft voice, hands behind your back politely as you wait for him to answer. he was quick to spin around on his feet, an immediate smile on his face when he’d heard it was you. your voice was recognizable, especially because of how scarcely you used it. “hey.”

“hey, you,” steve responded, a cheesy look on his face as he sets everything down from his hands, arms crossing as his focus shifts to you.

“you weren’t here when i returned poltergeist, i didn’t get to tell you how i liked it,” you told him, an even cheesier look on your face. you watched as steve glanced between the watch on his wrist and robin, who was manning down the counter. it was a busy saturday, one of the only times there were two people on shift together.

he held up a finger for you to wait, a large smile on his face as he shuffles quickly over to the counter. he rested his forearms against the surface, leaning over to robin to speak in a low whisper. you watched curiously as they spoke together, seeing the girl shake her head in disbelief, a loud, exasperated sigh leaving her lips. steve seemed pleased with himself when he finally found his way back to you.

“convinced her to let me take my 30 minutes early. you can tell me all about the movie over lunch. deal?” he asked full of hope. his round, hazel eyes looked at you expectantly, soft and welcoming and intoxicating to look at.

“deal.”

[eoscien]

Saja boys headcanon — General to dating

A/n: I know. I don't write but THIS HAS ME THIBKING A LOT A LOOOOT! This isn't funny a fictional boy band is helping me write again. AND AND. THIS IS MY HEADCANONS! ITS WHAT I THINK THEY'D ACT LIKE IF THEY WERE LIKE JINU.

Warnings: None, I think LMAO

General headcanons: They mostly suck at like technology and the new trends, but they're stupidly charming and get away with most things.

They SUCK at doing things "normally" since at the start. Before huntrix's concert the girls had some demons disguised as humans and they acted so off and kinda uncanny valley. So definitely when they got to earth for the first time they were kind of acting weird due to not remembering how to act human LMAO

Jinu —

Smoothest with his words.

Unironically has the best clothes

Hes the type of guy who doesn't like to take for granted, if you give him something or do things for him. He will deeply cherish it

Acts of service + words of affirmation guy >>

Teased a fuck ton, BUT catch him off guard but then you'll see him fumbling so hard

Abby —

Id like to think he could be soft when alone

Gives himbo vibes i cant lie.... like he looks so tough and shit but when he opens his mouth to talk to you, he will not stop yapping

Loves loves hugs... got to put those arms to use i tell you.

Will be the type of guy who has you on his back as he does push-ups. He doesn't need to buy weights anymore

Baby —

AAAAJAHHWSJJDJD MY FAVORITE. I lowkey see him as either the type of guy to inhale his food or have the smallest appetite. Like you see the way he chugged the hot sauce? Yeah.

Soft visuals yet he has the deepest voice and a bit of a foul mouth I tell you.... he casually says the most unhinged shit ever.

His personality really contrasts his visuals... like take harua (&team) for example, iirc he doesn't like being called cute but his mannerisms and moments are cute effortlessly. Or he has the same personality as bamby (plave) LMFAO

Hes very quick with his words, boy can clock you in an instant I tell you....

Romance —

He has a starring problem.

Also the smoothest with his words, he's also just unironically sweet to his fans

Takes extensive care of his hair... just from a single glance you'll know its silky

Probably does the most fan service along with Abby

Mystery —

Not that good with his words (the mf barks what do u want me to say/j) BUT GREAT AT WRITING AND ACTIONS !!

" Actions tfym " like he's definitely expressing himself with his body language, doing small things to show that he's upset or mad. You will only catch him saying things if he's singing or when its REALLY needed

But would definitely talk a moderate around with someone he likes hehe...

[nofilterwaterfilter]

also on the voice thing, we all know kris is one of the most autism coded characters to ever exist, but i really do love everything that both routes of chapter four when taken in conjunction told us about kris, being nonverbal, and how that's not painted as a bad thing?

it's pretty common i've seen for silent protagonists to be headcanoned as nonverbal autistic, but i think this is the first time i've seen it be explicitly canon, and also have it be pretty intrinsic to the narrative?

and like no, kris isn't entirely nonverbal, they do speak occasionally. but deltarune in general, and particularly ch4, paints a very strong picture of someone who (at least when they have control over their own voice) does not use words as their primary method of communication

like you can start with quiet people piss me off, or the fact that music is such an important avenue of self expression for them (made all the worse when they're not in control). noelle in ch1 asks if kris is okay when the player asks her the same background/lore questions we can ask everyone, because kris talking this much pings immediately as wrong to her. then there's everything we know about kris as a kid, and how yeah they had a bit of a mean sense of humor, but also pranks and fucking with people was a very good way for them to get attention without having to talk at all

noelle's story of the ferris wheel if you listen to all her and susie's dialogue in dess' room sticks out to me for this, and i really do love that anecdote. noelle mentions she and kris were pushed into riding the ferris wheel together as kids, she didn't really want to be there. and kris didn't say anything the whole time, for the first half they were just looking out the window. but then they decided to jump up and down and shake the entire capsule, and that's when they turned to noelle and smiled. susie goes "is that good or bad?" in response to that story and noelle says she doesn't know, but it's one of the things that gets kris' attention! and whether you believe that they were doing it to freak noelle out or because they also thought this was dumb and wanted to make it more fun for both of them (noelle isn't sure which it was either), that is how they communicate!

and when they do use words. this is the bit that makes me most emotional - noelle in weird route describes kris' voice as deadpan and mumbly. they don't like being loud, they don't talk very often, and they really struggle with inflection. all things that are normally criticisms when directed at autistic people, they're stuff autism moms use to justify their "i know my real child is in there somewhere" bullshit. but when noelle hears it again from soulless kris for the first time since the soul stuff started, she starts crying over how much she's missed hearing them talk. the soul (as we know from a variety of susie and noelle conversations) is louder, more charismatic, more confident and articulate, and it's not kris. so all those traits that are normally things autistic people get told to be more, are explicitly condemned by the narrative

and that's what makes kris being largely nonverbal such an excellent additional dimension to their story. because everything the soul does, at least in the normal routes, pretty much aligns with how people are expected to behave? kris under our control has a great social life, has friends, is likeable, isn't weird and hard to understand. and a crueler person, the kind autistic people have to deal with far too often, would say "well it's good we gave them a voice, they're not using theirs anyway"

but that's what makes it evil! it doesn't matter if kris is the kind of autistic that everyone hates, if there are things about them that don't fit in with society but that they either can't or don't want to change. their life and their voice, as infrequently heard as it is, is still theirs. and they deserve the freedom to use it however they want to

[focsle]

I'll bite, what actually is the different between a bodega and a normal corner shop then? What different niches do they serve in your eyes?

Frame of reference: I grew up in New Hampshire (which has the population of manhattan), where there was a family owned corner store near me, and I’ve thus far lived in NYC for 16 years. I haven’t lived in another major city in the US SO, I can only speak to NY as far as the function of bodegas here.

They are, effectively, a small corner store yes. If you ask different NYers, they will have different criteria for what actually constitutes as a bodega. Historically, bodegas as we know them started popping up in NYC when Puerto Ricans started moving to the city in larger numbers beginning in the 1930s. They were established partly for the practicality of a convenience/grocery store where few existed, but also for their use as a community hubs.

Bodegas mostly started in neighborhoods that didn’t have big box grocery stores, largely working class neighborhoods that were food deserts because major grocery chains abandoned or never catered to them. And when NY was nearly bankrupt in the 1970s and facing extreme disinvestment, when the city largely abandoned these neighborhoods too and had austerity measures put in place had a massive impact on quality of life issues for residents, the bodega was a community beacon. For affordability, for safety, for people you knew and were connected to who also knew the neighborhood and their neighbors. And that’s the same today.

First, there’s the practicality of them in the absence of large grocery stores. Unlike where I grew up, and the car-centric way the majority of the US is designed, for most people living in NYC, driving a car is not a thing. It isn’t part of your daily reality. You’re not going to be able to drive to a grocery store, and you’re also not going to shop at a grocery store as if you have a car to then transport your food back home. It’s going to be more of a daily shopping need—it’s right on the corner, you’re gonna pick up a quarter gallon of milk or a single roll of toilet paper because they sell those there, it’s easier to carry back home. But that’s just the convenience aspect, true to convenience stores too. The bigger thing is the community function.

Bodegas serve the microcommunities of their neighborhoods, and the people who own and work in them know their neighborhood. They’re not an impersonal chain run by a corporation. They know what people in the neighborhood can afford and often fix their prices more accordingly than the standardized ones at a chain. They’re going to have different and specific foods and products for sale based on who owns them, who’s shopping at them, who lives there, that maybe you’re not going to be able to get at a box grocery store or convenience chain. They’re open 24/7. The guys at the bodega know everyone and everything happening on their corner because they’re there all the time. They know who is a regular, they know when something’s weird or off, and they usually look out for their neighbors. Before everyone had phones, bodegas had a phone if you needed one. They’re sometimes the only place open when you’re coming home at 2am—and yeah, that’s convenient if you want something to eat or drink, but it also feels safe. I always choose the street with the 24/7 bodega when coming home late at night because I know it’s a place that would be safe to duck into if anything was up. The people at the bodega know your order and start making it as soon as you walk in. Maybe they’ll accept packages for you if you’re not home because you live right above and can’t buzz in the mailman. Maybe they’ll give you some things for free if you come up short. There are people who are always just hanging out there—it’s a living room. When the internet wasn’t a constant presence, they might be your point of contact for finding an apartment or a job.

The place at NH was a family owned convenience store too. I would go there to get candy sometimes. Maybe the guy there knew me. But the structure of NY—a place where you’re not driving to get what you need or going from your house to your car and back again, where we all live on top of each other so it becomes more necessary to really get to know and observe the people and neighborhood around you through good and through bad, bodegas are an organically occurring community anchor where you can also get an iced tea and a bacon egg and cheese.

Also…more of them have cats than 7-11s do.

[sesmiq]

HEART. I wanted to be somewhere From iron to red drench 그 둘 사이 어딘가에 ┆bttm m!reader x top m!oc(riku) ‧★ 𐔌 warnings: one of my heavier work, not finished sadly, may cause dysphoria or discomfort please read on your own discretion, angst no comfort, internalized homophobia, cross dressing, a pinch of religious guilt, no prep (always prep your partners!!), blowjob (giving), reverse cowgirl (receiving),, not proof read

Riku was born into a family that strictly follows the bible.

the kind of family where love was a commandment, where sin was an unforgivable stain.

from a young age, his parents taught him two important things, 

one, boys shouldnt cry.

two, two people of the same gender cant marry each other.

as he grew older, he stayed with these rules. he only dated girls, never cried even at his pets death, and was never really close to the “weird” boys in his class.

everything was going well for him, as long as he follows the rule, life will be normal,

right?

that was until you transferred to his school during the last year of high school, who even transfers school in their senior year? he asked his friends, laughing it off until he saw you.

the moment you walked into the room, it felt like the room became more vibrant, like how the male lead felt when he first saw the female lead in a shoujo manga.

when he saw you, the first thing he noticed was your presence, it was different from the others. something that made his chest tightens, his thoughts short circuit,

and his heart started to beat faster.

his friend nudged him from the side, muttering a short ‘youre staring.’, making him come back from his senses,

no. 

this is wrong. his mind screamed. he can already imagine the disappointment from both his parents if they knew. you were a guy. hes a guy. it just wouldnt work.

he loathed you, he hated the way he made him feel.

but despite all that, he mustered the courage to go up to you during lunch break.

“hey, my name’s riku, youre the new kid who sat in front of me, right?”

he shouldnt have done that. shouldnt have introduced himself to you.

because the moment you looked up from your food and smiled at him— everything in him froze. this is wrong. I shouldnt feel like this. he said to himself, again.

but the feelings didnt go away.

a few years had passed.

but sadly for riku, the doki doki feelings for you didnt. 

he was fully convinced that once the two of you graduated high school, you’ll slowly drift apart and cut off all contact. then the feelings would disappear.

that is, until he saw you on orientation week at his university during his freshmen year.

you didnt expect to see him either, but here you were, standing face to face with riku again like the first time you two met.

since that day, the two of you have only grown closer.

it was casual at first, you’d walk to class together, wait for each other’s class to end so you can have dinner, just the two of you.

nothing too much. you two thought to yourself. its just being friendly.

but somehow, the feelings only deepened.

you began to look for him in a crowded hallway. you couldnt help but notice how his hand would brush against yours whenever you pass him a drink. when he waited for you outside of your lecture hall during one of your night classes.

you told yourself to not think much about it, he cant feel the same way towards you, he had multiple girlfriends throughout the year.

he wouldnt be interested in you like that.

but sometimes, you found yourself hoping that maybe, just maybe, he felt something too.

Now, the two of you were at the bar, graduation just a few weeks away.

riku didnt think much when you invited him to a bar you two usually goes to, telling him that you needed to tell him something.

you two talked while drinking, laughing at some lame joke riku made or complaining about a certain professor who kept giving you assignments as if you didnt have other classes.

a few drinks in, and riku was slowly getting tipsy. you noticed the way how he started to slur his words, how his hands are slightly shaking whenever he brings his cup to his lips.

“‘you good?” you asked him, voice slightly moving his hair away from his face when he started to lay his head onto the table.

he didnt respond at first, just stared at you unblinking. his gaze lingers longer than usual, the kind that made your chest tighten. 

the silence between you two was almost too quiet if it werent for the booming music playing from the bars speaker.

you felt your heart racing, just nervously gripping onto your own drink as riku stared at you.

before you could say something to unease the tension, out of nowhere, riku blurted out something.

“i wish you were a girl.”

you didnt respond right away, just stared at him with your mouth agape. how the hell are you supposed to reply to something like that?

you stared at him, expecting him to say something but his gaze didnt falter. he looked at you, as if waiting for you to say something.

you shifted in your seat, gripping onto your glass a little too tight, like it was the only thing holding you back from.. doing something.

your mind raced, what the hell does this mean?

does he like you? he did tell you about his religious family, it doesnt make sense.

the silence between you stretched longer, the music from the bar— casual by chappel roan played loudly in the background but it felt muffled.

“I-” you started, your voice slightly trembling. “..youre drunk riku, you dont mean that.” you tried to tell yourself. maybe he said it as a joke. Maybe he meant something else.

his dark eyes flickered for a moment, but he didnt looked away from you. “..no.” he shaked his head, you expected him to apologize, to laugh it off- or just. say nothing.

“i do mean it.” he repeated himself, quieter this time. before looking away from you to take another sip of his drink.

taking a deep breath, you ordered another drink for yourself. downing it in one go before facing riku again, leaning closer to his face.

his breath hitched slightly, but he didnt pull away. 

“cmon.” you whispered, sliding your arm around his waist, pulling him just enough to drape his arm around your shoulder. you could feel his weight leaning against yours, he was heavy, but you didnt mind. “lets get you home.”

he leaned onto you with a groan, nuzzling his face into your neck and for a moment, you nearly forgot what he said earlier.

the walk to his dorm didnt take long, you fumbled for his key card while trying to hold him at the same time. you  soon unlocked the door. laying him down in a comfortable position on the couch. 

you turned back to leave his dorm, his hand reached out to pull you slightly towards him. his touch was so gentle, as if he was testing the waters.

“stay,” he murmured, his eyes half lidded.

you hesitated for a second, pulling your hand back from his hold. you brushed a hair from his face, “get some rest.” you whispered, walking towards the door slowly. “ill see you tomorrow.”

with that, you turned and left, making sure that his door was locked before you did so. heart still pounding in your chest, tears threatening to spill out as you walked.

the next day came in a miserable blur.

thankfully it was the weekend, which meant no classes, an excuse to pretend things were normal.

riku woke up with a hammering hangover, groaning into his pillow for drinking too much last night.

he got up from his couch to go to the kitchen, chugging a cup of cold water and popping 2 painkillers.

he texted you once he found his phone on the coffee table, complaining about his hangover and thanking you for bringing him back to his dorm. “thx for bring me back btw” “i owe you one” “my head is killing me” 

he waited for your reply, sitting in front of his tv as he kept glancing at his phone every time a notification came in. expecting for your contact name to appear on the screen.

he stared at the ‘havent read’ on his screen for a second, before typing out a text again, “i didnt say anything stupid, did i?”

he flipped through the channels mindlessly, not really watching whatever is on the tv.. just, waiting.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, he heard a buzz from his phone- a ringtone he used specially for you— no one noticed by the marias.

he scrambled for his phone, nearly stubbing his toe in the process, and unlocked his phone as if he won the lottery.

on top of his screen was glowing, “yn 𖹭.ᐟ hands slightly sweaty (from nervousness? or from the heat, he wasnt so sure himself.), he hastily clicked on the message,

“drink more water^^”

.. just that? no silly stickers that you usually send, no whining about how he better treat you for food as a thanks? 

just a simple, distant text. like a nurse reminding him to take his medication.

nothing else.

he stared at the message, lips twitching into something like an irritated smile, “hah?” he scoffed.

before he could type in another message, he heard a knock from the door.

grumbling underneath his breath, he dragged himself to the door unwillingly, brain fogged with confusion, anger, regret?

he opened the door, ready to give whoever decided to knock on his door at this time a piece of his mind,

but then, he realizes it was you,

standing at his door in the dimly lit hall of his dorm, he glanced down at you, eyes widened at what youre wearing.

he stared at what you were wearing, a loose shirt and shorts but from his view, he could see the white strawberry patterned frilly bra, the strap just peeking through the neckline of the shirt. 

youre wearing a cheap long wig, some mascara and a pink glossy lip gloss. he takes note of your eyes, red and slightly puffy- like you cried before coming here. 

to top it all off, you wore an oversized brown coat, as if you were trying to hide the outfit on the way here.

at first, the two of you didnt say anything, just stared at each other. 

riku wanted to throw up, what did he say for you to do this? did he do anything stupid? dared you to do this?

before he said anything, you smiled at him, “i tried,” you whispered,

“you said youd love me if i was a girl, right?”

he shouldve asked you to leave, yelled at you to never come back and closed the door in your face.

but pathetically enough, he didnt.

instead, he pulled you in by your wrist so tightly to the point it hurts. he slammed the door behind you with a loud bang! 

“you look pathetic.” he hissed, his hands discarding your coat and throwing it to the side,

you only blinked at him, smiling even though your eyes looked nervous.

he grabbed your jaw, squeezing your cheeks and glaring down at you with something between disgusted and desperation.

“isnt this what you wanted?” you asked him, voice small, fake smiling.

riku couldnt breathe. his breath hitched when you brought up your hand to touch his face.

“touch me,” your voice sounded softer, “you can pretend.”

he almost backed away. almost. 

but you looked up at him so sweetly, like he was your whole world. like you wanted him to ruin you.

he pulled you in for a kiss, it wasnt like those romantic kisses a couple would share in the movies. It was ugly, your teeth keep clashing with each other, tongue fighting for dominance.

riku’s hand slides under your shirt, tugging it down enough to see the bra.

“where the hell did you even get this?” he asked you, “dont tell me you got a matching set of panties too.”

at this comment, you looked at the side, as if youre guilty.

he raised his eyebrows at this, his holds on you tightened, just enough to make you squirm. 

he didnt say anything, just dragged you to his room, making you kneel in front of him while he sat on his bed. 

he looked down at you, as if expecting you to do something. “suck.” he says, pointing towards his crotch.

you didnt say no. 

you fumbled at the waist of his pants, fingers trembling and nearly scratched your nails at his skin.

you stared awkwardly at his member, you never did this before— only watched it happen on low quality porn.

you leaned into him, lips brushing against the head of his dick, awkward and shaky.

the moment you took him into your mouth, he hissed before grabbing a fistful of your hair (wig?) and pulling you back,

“watch your teeth.” he grunted, then pushed your head lower to take him deeper.

you choked immediately, the foreign feeling of his dick deep in your throat.

drools dripped from the corner of your mouth, the salty mix with bitter taste filling your nose and tongue, making you feel like puking.

you gagged, eyes watering slightly.

yet he didnt care when you tried to pull back instinctively, he pushed you down again, your nose against his pubic hair.

you whimpered around him, desperate but humiliated. your knees burn from the carpet on the floor. 

but you continued bobbing your head, tears stinging your eyes when riku started to move his hip forward shallowly. 

you gagged again, spit and precum dripping down your chin yet you didnt pull away.

“‘m close,” riku hissed, attempting to pull out but you wrapped your arms around his waist, refusing to let him go.

his fingers tightened in your hair, tugging harshly enough to make you whine.

he cursed under his breath, then  with a sharp gasp, he came inside your throat.

yet you didnt pull away, you stayed there, drinking up everything he had to give to you, letting him fill you up like you havent eaten for days.

he didnt look at you at first, just covered his eyes with his arm while catching his breath.

you looked up at him, pulling off his dick with a small pwah! just waiting for the man above you to say or do something.

you stayed kneeling there for a second, dazed and blinking up at him.

he soon snap out of it, suddenly finding your arms to yank you up from the cold floor.

you nearly stumbled, before you can fully find your footing, he dropped you onto the bed roughly, like you were nothing but a doll.

you werent sure what to do, you sat there, staring at him. his body sprawled out, his legs slightly spread, his cock twitching and half hard against his stomach.

you crawled up into his lap without thinking, riku stared down at you for a second — breathing heavy, face twisted into something between regret and lust — before his hands fell away, like even touching you was too much.

you straddled him awkwardly, knees digging into the mattress on either side of his hip, breath hitching when you felt his cock twitch underneath the thin layer of your shorts.

you started to grind onto him slowly, almost shyly, hips rocking against him like you were afraid he would run away, though, he didnt stop you. you let out a tiny whimper at the friction of his member rubbing against you.

he didnt move at first until he brought his hands up, not to hold you, just held onto the bed sheet tightly. his hand twitches every time you grind down onto him.

you kept moving your hips, your breath catching every time your own dick rubbed against his own.

after a while, he finally said something, “turn around.” he muttered, his voice low and tight in his throat.

you blinked at his command, head tilted slightly to the side as if you were confused, the wig somewhat sideway on your head— but you obeyed.

you shifted your position slugglisly, turning your back towards him while youre still in his lap. your thighs trembled, tired from kneeling for too long.

riku wasnt patient. 

he grabbed your waist, his finger digging in. he lowered his hand towards the hem of your shorts, yanking it to the side roughly—

revealing a white frilly panties with the same strawberry pattern as the bra you were wearing.

he didnt say anything, just scoffed before shoving the panties to the side as well, exposing your hole to the cold air, the fabric snapping against your thigh. “bite your shirt.” he tells you, his hand fondling with your ass, pinching the meat slightly, making you mewl out in pain (maybe even pleasure? ponders.)

you did what he tells you anyway, bringing the edge of your shirt on your own and biting it down.

you turned your shoulder slightly to the side, glancing at him. he noticed your gaze and grabbed your head to face the wall again. 

“what are you waiting for?”  he said, his voice cold, as if he was disgusted, impatient. “do it yourself.” you flinched at the harsh tone of his voice, your hand fumbled as you reached down, guiding him to your entrance. 

you whimpered when you sank down slowly, fingers unintentionally digging into riku’s thigh to keep yourself from falling, making him hiss in pain. the stretch burned, the mix of your spit and his cum from earlier made it bearable to take.

it doesnt make the pain go away, but enough for you to slide down until your ass meets his hips. 

you could feel him in your gut, deep— too deep, like he was fucking up into your guts and trying to find something, (a womb, perhaps.)

yet, your walls still squeezed around him like you didnt want to let him go.

you stayed still, trying to catch your breath, teeth still biting onto the fabric of your shirt. he noticed this, he brought his hand up to grab your flat chest through the thin fabric of the bra.  

he palmed your chest lazily, tugging at the frill of the bra, fingers slowly curly towards the inward,

his fingers barely came in contact with your nipple at first, fingers brushing lightly against your sensitive skin just circling, almost teasing.

you could barely hold back your whimper, you bit down harder on the fabric as your body jolted from the cold sensation of riku’s finger.

then without warning, his finger curled, pinching and tugging onto your perky nipple sharply.

you nearly cried out in pain, but all that came out was a muffled whine.

riku stilled for a second, his hand, once holding on you hardly, loosened just a little.

“you okay?” his voice came out low, quiet and rushed. like he regretted saying it once it had already passed his lips.

then, his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed once again.

“who said you could stop moving?” he murmured, his voice still low- but not as cruel as before. he grabbed onto your hips and lifted you up slightly, slamming you back down.

you whined when you felt his dick hit your prostate dead-on, hips trembling from the sudden movement. you started moving again, slow and shaky, each bounce shallow and pathetic.

your movement grew desperate, trying to keep the rhythm even when your thigh burned. 

riku watched, his jaw tight. his nails dug deeper into your skin, holding you in place.

he didnt move, didnt thrust, just sat there as you kept rolling your hips clumsily.

your knees screamed from the pressure and your hole throbbed hopelessly. each movement sent a sharp jolt up your spine, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes anytime soon.

if it werent for the shirt in your mouth muffling your whimpers, a security guard is probably called to rikus dorm at this point.

his hand rested on your hip, hes not clutching it, not controlling- just stayed there. like he wasnt trying to touch you, watching your grind down desperately.

“pathetic,” he grumbled, more to himself than to you. "cant even do this right.”

your hips stuttered, but you keep grinding, slower now.

a/n ts is unfinished im so sorry guys (◞‸ ◟);; i have no other excuses other than procrastination, no motivs and i have a j*b now so ausghshs if i can i would finish but its been rotting for,, 2 months in my google docs now </3 i feel bad for not feeding you guys too,, please dont burn me at stake

[kaileyrose28]

Whimpering Virgin

Note.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ: Whimpering Virgin is about two horny teenagers, of age of course, that haven't bumped uglies with each other, but one thing leads to another. (Both are 19 years old, college dorm sex)

18+ (I have to say this), this has sexual content, like seriously.

Kinks or fetishes: Innocence if you squint, teaching sexual acts, virginity taking, anatomy exploration, experienced girl/inexperienced boy, learning from porn, tit playing, riding, unprotected p in v but on birth control. (Wrap it anyway idk)

6,554 words. Female centered sex but no stated pronouns, second person POV oriented.

The textbook in front of him might as well be gibberish. He's read the same sentence six times, but he can't focus.

You. You’re utterly distracting.

You’re so close, your head bent over your notes, hair slipping over your shoulder no matter how many times you tuck it back. His eyes keep drifting, catching the way you chew on your pen, the way your lips press together when you concentrate. You’re completely lost in your world, oblivious to how he's been staring for five minutes.

He shifts, trying to focus, but then you lean forward, and he catches the faint scent of your shampoo. Sweet. Yours. His senses short-circuit. He should be studying—you both’ve got an exam in three days—but you’re here. You’re always here, in his space, in his head.

It's not just tonight; this has been building for weeks. Maybe longer.

Even closing his eyes doesn't help. All it does is make him hyper aware of you—knees brushing together under the desk, the sound of your laugh, the memory of your skin under his fingertips when you’re both tangled on the couch, kissing until your both out of breath.

But this feels different. Deeper. Permanent.

He glances at you again, watching the way your lips curve as you scribble something down.

Yeah, there's no way he's getting any studying done tonight.

Eventually, you can feel his eyes on you, how could you not when you’re so familiar with his gaze? It makes you feel a little bashful, a little flattered.

You write in your notes for a moment longer before glancing at him through your lashes. Your lips twitching with a little smile at how transfixed he looks.

There's been a lot of moments recently where you’ve caught him looking at you like that when you’re supposed to be studying or something like that. It makes your skin feel all tingly, in a good way. You shift, your knee bumping his again under the desk.

He feels the gentle bump of your knee against his, and it's like a jolt of electricity. He tries to play it cool, but his heart is pounding in his chest. You know he's been staring, and the fact that you’re smiling about it makes his stomach do a weird flip.

After a few more minutes of scribbling notes down on your notepad you lean back in your chair, setting your pencil down before stretching your arms above your head with a groan before standing up out of the chair, brushing a hand through your hair.

"Alright, I think that's enough studying for tonight, anymore and my brain might explode." You remark as you drop back onto his bed with a dramatic sigh, shirt ruffling up around your navel, lower abdomen exposed.

His eyes snapped to the strip of bare skin you unintentionally flashed when you’d stretched and flopped onto his bed. Swallowing hard, he tries to answer like a normal person instead of a horny teenager. "You always say that,"

"And I always mean it." You say jokingly, sitting up on your elbows. You look him over from where he's still sitting in his chair. His eyes, though, aren't on your face.

His gaze is glued onto your stomach, something a little new in his eyes. Your head tilts a little as you watch him, chewing on your bottom lip a little.

"You wanna make out?" You ask after a moment, grinning a little. He looked like he wanted to, plus you’ve already done the course work you needed to.

What's the harm in kissing your boyfriend?

His eyes snap up to your face. The question catches him off guard. "Like right now?" He asks, swiping his thumb over his lower lip unconsciously. Your suggestion shouldn't turn him on this much. It's just making out. You do it all the time.

You breathe a quiet laugh at his expression, a mixture of surprise and interest. It was cute. Your eyes drop down to his lips when he swipes his thumb over his lower lip, you’ve seen him do it before.

Your eyes move back up to his, shrugging your shoulders a little—something meek and playful in equal measure.

"No, like next week." You say, albeit sarcastically. You’ve made out plenty of times, it's what you do most often after study sessions. But you’re well aware you’ve never done anything past that.

"Shut up," he mutters, standing up from his chair. He crosses the room in a few quick strides. You giggle a little at his mutter, biting your lip when he gets up from his chair and crossed the room in those quick strides. He climbed onto the bed next to you, pushing you back down onto the mattress with a hand on the middle of your chest. "You're such a dick." he says, but his tone's teasing.

A noise leaves you when he pushes you back down onto the mattress after climbing up. Your hand moves up, fingers curling around the wrist of the hand on your chest.

Your lips turn up into a grin at his teasing words. "Wow, calling me a dick when I offer to kiss you." You remark jokingly, your gaze meeting his in the new position.

Feeling your fingers curl around his wrist sends a spark down his spine. Your grin makes him smile even wider in response. "I'm not exactly complaining about the kiss," he says, tilting his head down to yours. His gaze flickers down to your lips briefly before snapping back up to your eyes.

"Yeah, yeah." You mutter absentmindedly, focus elsewhere. You tilt your head up and press your lips together in one smooth motion. Your hands moving to his sides—fisting the fabric of his t-shirt. 

You can banter back and forth at some other point, right now you want this.

You tilt your head to the side to deepen the kiss like you usually do. You turn your body slightly to face him more with how he has you pressed to the mattress, one hand sliding up from his side to weave through his hair.

"Mmf," he hums softly into the kiss. Your body pressing against his is making thoughts fog his brain. Your hair spread out on his pillow looks good. Too good. His hands drop to your hips possessively. He slides his tongue against yours slowly, like he always does when you make out.

This is always the best part of the end of the day, getting to be close to him and kiss him until you’re both breathless. But this time it felt different, a kind of intensity to it that's heavier than it's been before, not that you’re complaining.

His hands dropping to your hips, holding almost possessively makes a shiver go up your spine. Your lips moving easily with his own—a dance you know effortlessly.

You meet the slow slide of his tongue against yours easily, the action familiar by now. Your hand in his hair tightens slightly and the one on his side does as well.

The hands gripping his shirt and hair sends a shiver down his back. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your jaw and neck, his breath ghosting over your skin.

You tip your head back almost immediately when you feel his lips trail from your own down your jaw and neck. Sparks of electricity thrumming through your body from the simple wet kisses along your skin.

"You're so fucking pretty," he murmurs, his hands sliding under your shirt to touch bare skin.

Your lips stay parted, glossy with shared saliva, as you catch your breath and lose it at the same time. His murmured compliment sends a tingle up your spine, a small noise escapes your throat when you feel his hands wandering.

Breath catching slightly as his warm skin slides along yours. This was new, this was definitely new and you were definitely not complaining.

"Lift your arms," He whispers, his voice muffled against your neck. He wants your shirt off. He needs your shirt off. His hands are already under it, splayed against your stomach. You always wear these baggy shirts that hang off your shoulders.

You shiver when you feel that whisper against your neck, his voice muffled. Your lips twitch at the ticklish sensation and from the tingling vibration. You can feel his hands splayed against your stomach, warm and new.

Exploratory.

You do as he says after a moment of your brain catching up, hands leaving his body as you lift your arms up by your head, back lifting off the bed slightly to do it.

You bite your lower lip to stifle a breath, you’ve never gone this far before with him. Hell, him kissing your neck wasn't something you’ve ever done before now.

He takes advantage of your raised arms, quickly tugging your shirt up and off. It flies somewhere behind him, landing on his desk chair probably. His eyes devour the sight of you in just a black bra, your chest rising and falling rapidly. "Holy shit,"

You shake your head to get the hair to settle back and off your face after he pulls your shirt off, watching as he tosses it somewhere behind him. 

The room is silent aside from the uneven breathing for a second as his eyes devour the sight of your upper body, your lips turning up in a smile.

A laugh escapes you at his words, well aware of the fact he's probably never seen a pair of breasts like this in real life. It's cute, and god, more of a turn on than it has any right to be.

"You can... touch if you want." You say, biting the inside of your cheek slightly.

"Fuck yeah I want," He mumbles under his breath, his eyes already moving downwards to admire the shape of your tits. They look amazing. His hands move without him specifically telling them to, sliding up to cover your. "So fucking soft," he murmurs, squeezing gently.

You inhale when his hands cup your breasts through the bra covering them, squeezing the soft flesh gently. Your eyes shift between his hands on you and his face, his expression was cute but his hands felt so good.

Being his first for this is definitely stroking your pride, but it's also something else—something warm in your body.

You press up into his touch involuntarily, your eyes hooded as you watch him. This makes you wonder why it took so long to step past just heavy kissing, aside from the obvious reasons.

He can feel you pressing into his touch, and it's the hottest thing ever. His thumbs brush over your nipples through the thin fabric of the bra, feeling them harden under his touch. "Jesus," he breathes out, his voice low and husky.

A moan slips out of you when his thumbs brush over your nipples, the hardened peaks sensitive to the touch. Your eyes slip closed for a second as you refocus, your eyes opening after a moment and looking at him.

You laugh slightly at how his voice sounded, although you'd be lying if you said it didn't sound good. He might be the first person who's ever paid so much gentle attention to breasts, it's cute. And hot, really.

"Firm your grasp just a little," you say softly, your hands sliding up and over his on your breasts.

His hands squeeze gently, cupping your tits more firmly. He leans down to kiss your neck again, trailing his lips along your skin as he listens to your breathing pick up. 

Your eyes roll back slightly, the mixed sensation of him squeezing your tits and kissing along your neck is far too good. Maybe it's because it's him that's doing it, or fuck maybe he's just some kind of born natural.

His hands slide up to your shoulders, pushing the straps of your bra down. "Can I...?" He trails off, unsure.

Your breath catches slightly when you feel his hands push the straps of your bra down, your eyes refocusing on him. His unsure question is as adorable as it is incredibly hot.

You shift your body weight, your legs spreading a bit with the movement. "Yeah, of course." You murmur, reaching beneath you to undo the clasps for him—most guys struggle the first time, he doesn't need the pressure.

He watches as you undo the bra, revealing your pretty tits to him again. Without wasting a second, his hands pull it down your arms, leaving it to hang from your wrists as he leans down to capture your left tit in his mouth.

He catches you wholly by surprise, breath stuttering in your throat when his warm mouth captures your tit into his mouth. Your hands fly to his head after getting the straps off your wrists, fingers curling into his hair as your head drops back against the mattress.

Your eyes roll back before closing as you moan, back arching slightly and pressing yourself against his mouth. You hadn't expected him to be so bold as to go straight for something like that, or even know how to do it. 

But fuck you are not complaining.

His tongue circles your nipple, learning from instinct what feels good as he sucks lightly. One hand stays on your tit while the other moves to support your lower back, pushing you closer to his mouth. He knows he looks inexperienced as fuck doing this, but he can't stop.

You don't even know how he's so good at this, or at least it feels good. Your heart's racing and your breaths getting stuck in your throat as his tongue circles your nipple and sucks at it.

One of his hands down to support your lower back is a sweet little gesture. You moan softly, lifting your head to watch him work your tit despite his inexperience.

Your fingers in his hair tighten slightly, keeping his hair out of his face so you can watch unhindered. "Jesus, Tim." You murmur before biting your lower lip, eyes hooded.

Pausing momentarily, he glances up at you with a sheepish grin, his lips brushing teasingly against your nipple as he speaks. "Too much?" He murmurs, eyebrows raised in playful innocence. 

Despite his attempt at nonchalance, his cock throbs insistently against his jeans, betraying his intense arousal.

Your lips part and your eyebrows furrow in pleasure, the teasing brush of his lips against your nipples as he speaks is just everything and too little at the same time.

The playful innocence on his face is cute, despite the fact he just ravished your tits like he's done it before, which you know he hasn't. 

Born natural, apparently.

You use your hands in his hair to your own advantage, pulling on the strands to tilt his head up. You lean yours down and capture his lips with your own, kissing him for a moment before pulling back a breadth.

"No, but I have no idea how you did that so well." You murmur, leaning back into your original position after.

He chuckles softly against your lips, his grin widening as he returns to sucking on your nipple gently.

You inhale when his lips return to your nipple, sucking gently. The sensation just as good as before, sending tingles through your body. You bite your lip and let your head fall back on the mattress again.

"I watch porn," he murmurs between sucks, his hands roaming over your breasts and back. His cock throbs again, and he shifts slightly to ease the pressure in his jeans.

His murmured words make you laugh slightly, of course that's how a 19-year-old guy would learn how to do this. It's not surprising but it's also a little amusing.

One hand leaves his hair to settle on his shoulder, the other still in his hair curls against the strands. "What else did you learn through that crap?" You ask, albeit breathlessly from his ministrations on your tits.

His tongue slides across your nipple as he answers, his hands moving to unbutton your jeans. You lift your head slightly when you felt his hands slide down there, followed by the tug on the button of your button as he undoes it.

How he manages to keep his mouth working your nipple while undoing your jeans is honestly impressive, to you at least.

"Mostly positions, I guess. Though honestly, I've never actually done any of this before," he confesses, looking up at you with honesty in his eyes, knowing you wouldn't judge him.

His confession is cute, but you already figured he was a virgin. Not that it was obvious, but guys their age flaunt their experience like it's a badge. He was so sweet and gentle over most things—it took them forever to even kiss. It just hinted at it a little.

"That's okay, you have to start somewhere." You say, your fingers in his hair thread through the soft strands.

He smiles slightly, his confidence boosted by your reassurance. His hands slide into your unbuttoned jeans, fingers curling under the waistband of your underwear. He looks up at you for confirmation before tugging both down, revealing your bare pussy to his eager eyes. 

Fuck, you’re beautiful everywhere.

Since dating him you haven't had sex, and he never tried anything past kissing, so you never really bothered with keeping up with the high maintenance like you used to do before. Shaving, sometimes waxing.

Though you’re sure a man who's only seen a cunt on a screen isn't going to care about how much pubic hair is there or not. Or well, no that’s not true. 

She’s sure a man like Tim wouldn’t give a shit.

Plus, he's not just some guy. He's her boyfriend, someone that matters.

You lean back slightly, dropping your hands from him to prop yourself up on your elbows. Your knees spread slightly to let him explore, it's his first time anyway. 

It's a little hot, the way he's so transfixed.

His eyes darken as he takes in your pussy, spread open slightly with your thighs apart. "Do girls usually shave down there?" He asks suddenly, genuinely curious.

His fingers twitch slightly, wanting to touch but also scared of doing something wrong.

You know he's rather inquisitive, it's one of many traits that drew you to him. That analytical thinking. But it's new to hear sexual questions, but it's also kind of nice. 

Most guys wouldn't bother, they'd just assume what they assume and go on with it.

He's untouched by all of that, nothing but what he's learned through research on a screen analytically. It's cute. 

You look down at your cunt, you’ve got some hair, well groomed but you used to shave completely. Not all the time, just usually when you expected to get laid.

"I mean it depends, some like the feeling of being bare, others don't. I used to shave completely but haven't in a while." You explain with a small smile, your eyes drifting back up to his face.

"Does it... feel weird? Like having hair down there?" He asks innocently, leaning closer to examine without actually touching yet. Your cock is throbbing harder in your jeans, but he wants to learn everything he can before diving in. "Has anyone ever... gone down on you with hair?"

You bite your lip slightly at his question, the corners of your lip curling into another smile. Your breath catching when he leans closer, the way he's so focused is honestly as adorable as it is so unfathomably sexy.

Who knew innocence, to an extent, was your thing. You know somewhere deep down in him there's probably a little freak, everyone's got something.

You mull his questions over for a moment, allowing your brain to form a good answer.

"I mean no, it depends on what underwear you wear. I like cotton or silk, nicer on the bits." You answer his first question, then move to his second one. "No, actually. Before we got together I shaved, most guys don't like the hair."

"I kind of like it," He murmurs, his voice dropping an octave lower as he finally gives in and gently traces the hair with his fingertips. His cock aches at the simple touch, wondering what it must feel like between your legs. "Like how some people have body hair, you know?"

You bite down on your lower lip more when his fingers trace your pubic hair, the faint touch almost teasing even when you know it's just him exploring. You refocus on his words, breathing a soft laugh.

God, he's just so cute and sexy and everything in between. Where was he your whole life? If he was your first sexual partner you might have had a better time back then.

"Yeah, I get it." You say with a small nod. Your eyes drop back down to where his hand is between your legs, opening them a little more for him.

His fingertips linger for a moment before he tentatively brushes against your pussy lips, feeling their softness. Holy fuck, you’re even wet. 

He glances up at you, biting his lip nervously. "Um, is this okay?" He asks, his voice crackling slightly with barely contained excitement.

Your eyes flutter slightly when his fingers brush against your pussy lips, against the soft skin and wetness gathering from everything he's done so far. You’re honestly probably the most aroused you’ve ever been.

You look at him again at his question, the seeking consent is sweet. The small voice crack makes you smile slightly, he's probably been waiting for this for ages.

"Yeah, it's okay." You say with a small nod, giving him all the permission that you can. And god, are you practically seeping with it.

He swallows hard, his chest heaving slightly as he carefully pushes apart your lips to expose your wet pussy. You inhale when his fingers push your lips apart, exposing your wet pussy to him and the air, a shiver running up your spine.

Fuck, you’re beautiful. His finger hesitates for a moment before he touches your clit, the small nub feeling firm and swollen under his touch. "Holy shit,"

Your eyes roll back when his finger touches there, just the slightest hint of pressure enough to send sparks through your nerves. A small noise leaves your nose before your eyes refocus and you try to watch his hand's exploration of your pussy.

You smile slightly at his reaction to what he's touching, it's cute and hot because dear god is your sweet, loving boyfriend slowly killing you.

"Does this feel good?" He asks softly, circling your clit slowly. His eyes watch your stomach muscles tighten slightly with each touch. "Or is this too much?" His brows furrow slightly as he adds another finger, spreading your lips wider. Holy hell, you’re wetter than before.

You love his questions, you really do. But getting your clit rubbed while he's asking them is like asking you to focus while you’re experiencing cloud 9. 

Your eyes roll back when he adds another finger to the one slowly circling your clit, thighs twitching.

Your lips part and your brows furrow slightly, hips arching to meet his touch involuntarily. You know you’re getting wetter, you can feel the cold air a lot more than you could before down there.

"It's good— good." You say as best you can, not wanting him to stop because he thought something was wrong.

"I'm sorry I'm asking a lot of questions. It's just... I'm kinda in the dark here." He says sheepishly, adding a third finger to spread you open more. His eyes widen as your pink flesh parts to reveal a small hole, slick with wetness.

You groan softly, your thighs spreading wider. You don't want him to apologize for his questions, you'd answer anything he needed answered, but fuck he was making you feel so good it was like he pulled every tangible thought out of your mind.

One of your hands fists the sheets beneath you, needing to grab onto something to anchor yourself. His motions were steady and soft but fuck, you haven't been touched by another person down there in ages and he's doing so good.

"Don't— don't apologize, baby. It's okay to ask... questions." You stumble over your words but manage to get them out coherently.

"Okay." He nods, relieved that you don't mind the questions. He takes a deep breath and slides his middle finger into you, feeling your warmth wrap around him. He gasps lightly, his hips involuntarily bucking forward as if seeking friction. His eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilated with desire.

Your eyes roll back and your back arches when he slides in his middle finger, you clench around the slender digit. Your hand fisting the sheets tightens slightly as you moan, thighs twitching as you stifle the urge to close them—not to stop but to keep him where he is.

Your eyes focus and meet his gaze that was already locked onto you. His pupils dilated with his desire, and god is it hot.

You bite your lip as your hips instinctively move to seek out friction. God, if he fucks you you’re never going to let him leave for a while.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He murmurs, slowly moving his finger in and out of you. He can feel your muscles clenching around him, pulling him deeper. His cock throbs in response, aching to be inside you. 

You moan as his finger fucks in and out slowly, your stomach muscles clenching. Your head falls back against the mattress, throat arched slightly as you exhale sharply.

Your thighs trembling and hips twitching with every slow, thrusting motion of his finger.

He adds another finger, stretching you gently.

When he adds that finger a choked moan leaves your throat, your hips rocking to meet his motions.

You’re fist grasping the sheets tightens as you gasp softly. He's the virgin here but fuck if he isn't reducing you to something desperate.

"Should I... add another?" He asks breathlessly, watching your reaction. His cock is painfully hard watching you writhe. Seeing you lose control is fucking gorgeous. He slowly moves his fingers in and out, stretching you deeper each time. "Or is this too much?"

You blink, attempting to focus on his questions. It's a bit hard to do while he's fucking you with two fingers, and so well for a first timer. You lift your head slightly to look at him, meeting his unsure, lust filled gaze.

It takes you a minute to form a coherent thought let alone a response, the slow in and out thrusts of his fingers going deeper each time is mind numbing.

"Depends on," you breathe out after a minute, "how big your dick is." You finished with a sharp inhale as your eyes fluttered and your pussy clenches around his fingers.

"Oh god," he mutters, watching your expression tighten with pleasure. His fingers pick up the pace slightly, sliding easily in and out of your wet heat. "It's average," he answers truthfully, though his ego takes a slight hit. "Like six inches."

You moan when his fingers pick up the pace, your thighs shaking as you keep them spread open for him to continue. You manage, somehow, to focus on his response.

Six inches isn't bad, most guys act like that's somehow something bad. A pussy is only so deep, average is pretty well endowed if used right.

You can tell his ego was slightly hit by having to answer, your free hand slides down to curl around his forearm. "Not bad. But I'm not talking about length, baby." You say, breathless from everything he's doing.

"Oh," he lets out a shaky laugh, snapping his hips forward slightly without meaning to. His fingers push deep inside you, making you arch your back. "You mean thickness?" He asks softly, watching your stomach muscles tighten again.

You groan when his fingers push deeper each inside you, your stomach tightening. He's far too good at this, he learns so fast it's almost disconcerting.

You clamp your thighs down around his hand involuntarily, your head dropping back slightly and your fingers curled around his forearm tighten. 

This is probably the best fingering you’ve ever had, maybe you’re biased because he's your boyfriend.

"Yes— yes, that's what I mean." You say after a moment, stumbling on your words.

"It's... average," he answers hesitantly, his fingers slowly curving upwards to hit that spot inside you that makes your hips buck. "Like five inches around," he adds, watching your face contort with pleasure. "Is that too thin?"

You moan and your hips jerk when he curves his fingers upward, pressing against your g-spot like he somehow knows where it is despite his virginity. 

This motherfucker researches too much. 

Your fingers tighten around his arm, leaving slight indentations.

You personally like average sizes, it's easier to take and less soreness afterward. But he wouldn't have that kind of experienced foresight, he learned these things from porn and forums probably. 

Guys with above average sizes. Guys with no knowledge on what women really like or want. 

"Five inches isn't thin, baby. You're perfect." You manage to get the words out rather strung together. "And it means you can fuck me at any point now." You add.

"Fuck," he breathes out, his heart racing at your words. He slides his fingers out of you and quickly pulls down his pants. 

You inhaled sharply when he slid his fingers out, leaving you feeling rather empty after all the drawn out pleasure. You get properly distracted when he pulls his pants down with fumbling hands, wrapping his hand around his cock and slowly strokes himself.

And fuck, was he pretty. Veiny, pale with an angry red tip that's leaking precum already. He's probably throbbing from holding off so long, pleasing you and asking his questions over gratification.

"Should I... do you want me to use a condom?" He asks, voice trembling with anticipation and nerves.

Your eyes drift up to his face, smiling a little at the tremble in his voice. "I'm on birth control, you don't have to wear one if you don't want to." You say, might as well let him choose for his first time.

"No condom." He decides quickly, wrapping his hand around his length again. "Do you... do you want to be on top?" He asks softly, watching your body carefully. "Or should I... God," he trails off, trying not to whimper. "Do you like it slow or hard?"

You breathe a soft laugh at all his questions, it was cute. He's always been inquisitive but seeing him so nervous while asking questions is new, but it's endearing.

Usually you liked to just do whatever, but he wasn't some random fling, he was your boyfriend and this was his first ever time having sex. You let your eyes roam down his body again, he just looked so good. 

Good enough to be appetizing really.

"It's your first time, baby. What do you want to do?" You ask, your eyes returning to meet his gaze. Letting him set the pace for this, considering everything.

"I want... I'd like you on top first," he admits shyly, biting his lower lip. "So I can see you and learn what feels good. Later, maybe I'll try being on top." He moves to lie back on the bed, stroking himself slowly as he watches you.

You can definitely do that for him, you’re well versed in being on top or on your knees. It's an easy position for the guy, and a good view too. You sit up when he lays back on the bed, gaze roaming him. The way he keeps stroking himself, slow and steady as he watches you.

"Yeah, okay." You say softly, turning to crawl up the bed, towards where he settled himself. You straddle him easily, hips elevated above him.

"We'll go at your pace, promise." You reassure, your hands tracing along his sides before moving between them to pull his hand away from himself.

"Holy fuck," he breathes out, his free hand gripping the bedsheet beneath him as you positions yourself. He can feel your warm pussy right above him, and seeing you naked like this... god, you’re gorgeous. His cock throbs against your inner thigh.

Your eyes roam his face for a second, looking for any sign of discomfort before looking down and guiding his cock to your entrance. You’ve never been someone's first before, it's kind of an exhilarating feeling. 

Especially since it's him, and you love him.

You align him properly and slowly sink down, his dick sliding into you. You moan softly, hands planting on his chest for balance. You can feel the fast beating of his heart against your palm, like a hummingbird.

"God," You breathe out, your eyes fluttering slightly.

"Oh-oh god—" He cries out, not able to contain his own voice as you sink down on him. He's touched himself a million times but the sensation is completely different. It feels like you’re crushing him in the best way possible.

He feels so good in you, nestled inside and touching everything like a live wire. Your eyes drift up to his face after a moment, taking in his expression. His pretty blue eyes overtaken by his dilated pupils, the sounds he makes.

You bite your lip, hands on his chest pressing slightly as you move your hips. Feeling his dick slide out a little bit and sink back in as you move slowly, a soft moan leaving your throat.

You savor the feeling of him inside you, eyes watching his face carefully just in case. It's his first time, you don't want to end up doing something wrong.

"Holy fuck—" He gasps out, his hands gripping your waist tightly as you move your hips. You feel so warm and soft inside. He knew nothing could really prepare him for this, nothing compares to actually feeling it. His back arches involuntary as you move your hips, moaning loudly.

His tight grip on your waist is an unfairly attractive move and he isn't even trying to do it. The way his back arches as you move, the loud moan that leaves him, is addictive.

It almost amplifies every sensation of him inside you, your nerves on fire in such a good way.

You pick up the pace slightly, slight sounds coming from where you’re connected. Your breasts bounce and thighs jiggle slightly each time you’re seated fully on him.

"You feel so good, Timmy." You moan, mostly to encourage him since it's his first time but also because fuck, he does feel so unfairly good.

"Fuck, I– I think I'm gonna—" He cuts himself off with a loud moan, his grip on your waist tightening even more as he starts to come inside of you. He knew this would happen pretty fast, it's his first time after all.

It was going to happen sooner rather than later, usually does, but fuck if it wasn't still hot to watch him come undone beneath you. Feel him shoot his load inside, filling you up with the searing warmth.

You don't stop though, mostly because you know you can get more out of him. He looks so pretty like this.

The slapping of skin meeting filled the room obscenely. Your breathing grows more ragged, breasts bouncing as you ride him. Your moans grow more consistent, mixed with softer, more whimpering noises that come out of your nose.

"You're doing so good, so good, baby." You praise breathily.

"Holy shit... that feels..." He trails off with a whimper, his senses overloaded with pleasure, still sensitive from his first orgasm. Your dirty talk is doing something to him, especially mixed with those sweet praise words. 

Without warning, he sits up slightly, wrapping one arm around your back to pull you closer, using the other hand to guide your movements.

He throws your focus off a bit when he suddenly sat up slightly, the change in position makes your hips open more. The sudden boldness takes you off guard but it's sexy as hell.

One of his arms wrapped around your back, pulling you closer as his other hand guided the movements, it was sweet and hot all at once. And helpful.

You wrap one arm around his shoulders as the other flattens on his knee. You keep your hips moving, albeit faster and harder. Rolling them inward to account for the new position. 

"Fuck— you gonna make me come, baby? You feel so good." You say, breathless and followed by a moan.

He nods, trying to speak and failing as a loud whimper leaves his throat. Your head drops back, exposing the arch of your throat, moans choked off. The sound of his whimpers are addictive, you want to keep hearing them.

You don't change your rhythm because he sounds so close again, and it sounds like heaven to your ears to listen to it. Your stomach tightens, the coil builds fast.

He starts to move his hips upward, meeting you thrust for thrust, pushing deeper inside of you. He can feel his second orgasm quickly approaching, and he's eager to find out if it'll be just as intense as the first.

When his hips start to move up into you, the coil in your stomach snaps. "Oh, God. I'm coming— fuck, Tim." You reach your orgasm with a cry of his name and a moan, your cunt clenching around his cock.

He lets out a strangled groan as your tight walls clamp down around him, triggering his own intense orgasm. His hips jerk erratically, pushing deep as he pours himself into your welcoming heat.

"Holy fuck!" He nearly shouts, burying his face against your neck to muffle the sound.

Your hand around his shoulders slides up to his hair when he buries his face against your neck to muffle himself. You slowly come to a stop, your breathing heavy and fast, skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

You were hot, sweaty, and thoroughly satisfied. Your cunt tingly and throbbing with your pulse, still stuffed full with his cock—the warmth of his cum filling your cunt and leaking out around him is a welcomed sensation.

You rest your cheek against his sweaty hair, breathing still rather heavy. "You can officially throw your v-card out the window." You murmur jokingly, threading your fingers through his sweat-damp strands.

He nods weakly, still basking in the afterglow of the intense encounter. His heart is pounding in his chest, and his body is limp with exhaustion. He nuzzles against your neck, planting soft kisses along the column of your throat. 

"That was fucking amazing.”

[uconndallas]

Name: Whiteout

A/N: Hi guys! I took the last two days to finish this story. I decided to keep it a short story, and I will post chapter four and five today and those will be the final chapter of Whiteout. I just wanted to say im very thankful for everyone reading this series it means so much to me. I already have something planned for the next series AND one shot, so the wait wont be long! Again tysm for reading <3

Summary: Paige and Azzi have been roommates all their college years teammates on the court but worlds apart off it. When a surprise snowstorm traps them together on campus overnight, old tensions boil up, and buried feelings start to surface. As the campus shuts down and the night stretches on, the walls between them begin to crumble. But can they face what’s really been hiding beneath the surface before the morning comes?

Chapter Four: What Was Never Said

The storm had softened to a hush.

It was still out there, still folding the world in snow and silence, but the rage of it had passed. The windows no longer shook with each gust. The candlelight danced steadier now, as though even the flames could sense the shift in atmosphere.

Inside the dorm room, Paige and Azzi sat side by side on Paige’s bed, knees barely touching beneath the thick blanket that covered them both. The silence between them wasn’t heavy anymore it was full. Brimming with things they hadn’t said for too long. With a closeness they had both tiptoed around since sophomore year.

Azzi had one hand loosely draped in her lap, the other fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. Her eyes were focused on the flickering candle on the windowsill, but Paige knew she wasn’t really seeing it. She was somewhere else. Back in a memory. Paige could feel it in the way her shoulder leaned just slightly into hers.

“I keep thinking,” Paige said suddenly, voice quiet but deliberate, “about the last time we were like this.”

Azzi turned her head, a flicker of surprise passing over her face. She didn’t say anything, just watched her, lips slightly parted.

Paige swallowed. “It was that night, after the South Carolina game. We stayed up late. You brought that bottle of Gatorade you swore was magic.”

Azzi smiled, just a little. “It was. We won that game.”

“And then we…” Paige hesitated, but there was no turning back now. “We kissed. We didn’t talk about it. You slept in my bed, and we held each other all night. And the next morning, it was like it never happened.”

Azzi exhaled slowly, like she’d been holding that breath for two years.

“I didn’t know what to do,” she admitted. “You acted like it didn’t matter. Like you regretted it.”

Paige blinked. “What?”

“You were so distant,” Azzi said, more firmly now. “You got dressed without saying anything. You barely looked at me. And when I left the room… I waited for you to say something. Anything.”

“I thought you were the one pretending,” Paige said, stunned. “I thought I had messed everything up. That you didn’t feel the same and didn’t know how to let me down easy.”

Azzi’s jaw tightened. “So we both thought the other one didn’t care.”

Paige nodded slowly. “Yeah. And then everything got weird.”

“That’s one word for it,” Azzi said. “I started pulling away because I didn’t want to embarrass myself. I thought if I kept being normal if I just acted like nothing had happened, maybe we could still be friends.”

“You’ve always been better at pretending than me,” Paige murmured. “I thought you were over it. Over me.”

Azzi turned her whole body now, sitting cross-legged on the bed so she was facing Paige fully. Her face was illuminated by candlelight, soft and open and vulnerable in a way Paige hadn’t seen in a long time.

“I was never over you,” she said. “Not for a second.”

Paige looked at her, and for the first time in years, didn’t look away.

“I told myself it was just a phase,” Azzi continued. “That we were just close because of the team. Because we lived together. But that wasn’t true, and I think I always knew it.”

“So why didn’t you say anything?” Paige asked, her voice tight with something between hurt and disbelief. “If you knew?”

“Because I didn’t want to lose you.” Azzi’s voice cracked at the end. “And I thought saying it out loud would ruin everything. I figured if we could just keep going if I could be close to you, even just as a friend it was better than nothing.”

Paige felt her chest ache. “You thought nothing was safer than something real?”

Azzi nodded. “I was scared. And I figured you were fine without it.”

“I wasn’t.” Paige leaned forward, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “I spent two years convincing myself I didn’t care, but every time you walked into the room, it was like I forgot how to breathe.”

Azzi’s breath hitched.

“I hated that sweatshirt,” Paige added quietly.

Azzi blinked. “What?”

“The one you used to wear all the time. The grey one with the stretched out collar. I loved it, because it was yours. But I hated seeing you in it after that night. Because it reminded me of how close we were… and how far away you felt after.”

Azzi was still, eyes locked on hers.

“I wore that sweatshirt because it smelled like you,” she said.

Paige looked down.

“I didn’t know,” she whispered.

“I didn’t want you to,” Azzi said. “I didn’t know how to be brave.”

“I wish I’d said something sooner.”

“I wish we both had.”

The words weren’t an accusation. Just the truth.

Paige reached out slowly, not touching Azzi yet just giving her the space to meet her halfway.

She did.

Their fingers brushed. Then held.

Paige looked down at their hands, thumb brushing Azzi’s knuckles. “So… where does that leave us?”

Azzi was quiet for a long moment. Then she whispered, “I don’t want to go back.”

Paige looked up. “You don’t?”

Azzi shook her head. “No. I don’t want to pretend we can undo what happened. Or try to be who we were before. Because we’re not those girls anymore.”

Paige’s lips curved slightly. “Then what do you want?”

Azzi’s gaze held hers. “Something new. Something honest.”

Paige nodded. “Okay.”

Azzi blinked. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” Paige said. “Let’s try again. For real this time. No pretending. No walking on eggshells. Just… us.”

Azzi leaned into her, forehead resting against Paige’s. Their hands stayed laced, their breath slowing until they matched.

“I’m still scared,” Azzi murmured.

Paige smiled gently. “Me too. But I think we’re allowed to be scared. As long as we don’t run from it this time.”

Azzi nodded, eyes fluttering shut.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours. The storm had become background noise—just white noise now, soft and distant.

Eventually, Paige reached over to blow out the last candle.

But before she did, she turned back to Azzi.

“I never stopped loving you,” she said.

Azzi didn’t answer with words. Just leaned forward and kissed her—slow, steady, certain.

This time, there was no hesitation. No miscommunication. No looking away.

Just warmth. And breath. And all the things that had gone unsaid finally finding their way out.

When they pulled back, Azzi whispered, “You still feel like home.”

Paige smiled against her skin. “Good. Because I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

The candle flickered once. Then went out.

And for the first time in two years, they weren’t lost in the dark.

They had found their way back to each other.

[i-like-forcefem]

I have found a girl willing to help me with fem clothes and makeup but unfortunately she only wants to put me in skimpy outfits and always says things like how she'll sell me for 2k PLN a night, she, and almost everyone IRL seem to think that the concept of an AMAB wanting to be girly is can only purely be a sexual fetish and I don't like that... Am I the weird one for just wanting to be girly in a non-sexual way?

Hun you're precious and I'm so sorry you're surrounded by such unaware people, you're not the weird on

And if I'm honest your relationship with this girl also sounds really bad for you

You shouldn't be feeling guilty for not wanting to make this a sex thing.

Forced feminization is a kink for a lot of people, and I can see how the girl might find the domination of turning you into a sex worker exciting

And I can speak from experience saying a lot more "normal" people then you'd ever imagine are very sexually attracted to what they would call "men in skirts"

But because of that they can't imagine that the person making herself so cute- isn't doing this for a sex reason? Like she must know she's so sexy right? That this is turning them on? This all for their enjoyment right? Right?

Gosh speaking about this really makes me think about transmisogyny as well, since it truly does not suprise me a wonderful femme as yourself ends up in such a messy relationship just for wishing to experiment

No one would think itd be a sex thing if a cis-girl asked another girl to do her makeup

So, guess what I'm trying to say is know your worth

Don't ever let yourself be forced into these things you don't want to do

Don't let them convince you there's something wrong with you for wanting to be femme

And maybe find a community of other gender-nonconforming gals!

Girls who've been through the same will have an easier time understanding- and if they don't, do make sure to do your do dillegence communicating your expectations and desires- any relationship has 2 parts!

Best of luck cutie, take care of yourself okay?

[draculasintern]

Claggor (S2 Au vers.) Headcanons

Transcript From DraculasIntern Internal file #V016-XIII

Gods Look at him.. Im so hungry I could eat a season 2 episode 7 of arcane buff inventor named Claggor.. WHO SAID THAT Sfw and NSFW

He’s got soot on his cheek, goggles pushed up on his head, and his hand outstretched toward you before you can even say hello. He missed you. He always misses you.

Keeps parts of his workshop “off-limits,” but it’s not because he doesn’t trust you—it’s because he’s building something for you, and he doesn’t want you peeking yet.

You don’t realize it at first, but nearly every tool he uses has some kind of engraving. Notations. Measurements. Then one day you spot it: your name etched into the handle of his favorite spanner. He doesn’t say anything when you notice. He just smiles.

Brings you home weird scrap finds like they’re flowers. A shard of stained Zaun glass. A rusted gear in the shape of a heart. One time, a wind-up music box that played half a lullaby. He called it “useless.” You called it perfect.

His hands are always warm. You don’t know how. The workshop is freezing. But somehow—when he touches you—it’s like coming home.

Has a deep, protective streak he doesn’t advertise. You’ll only notice when someone talks down to you and Claggor, normally so patient, steps forward with a calm voice and scary stillness. “Say that again. Slower.”

Never talks about Vander unless you ask. But when you do—his whole face softens. “He wasn’t just a fighter. He made sure the little ones ate first. Taught me how to listen with my hands.” (Then you realize—that’s how Claggor holds you. Like he’s listening.)

You fall asleep in the workshop once and wake up under his coat, tucked into the corner, with a soft cloth pillow made out of his shirt. He never says a word. But he kisses your forehead when he thinks you’re still dreaming.

He makes your favorite tea in bulk. Like… giant firelight-safe thermoses labeled with your name. “For the week,” he says. It lasts two days.

Sometimes he hums without realizing it—Zaun folk songs mostly. Ones Vander used to sing. You ask him where he learned them. “…They just come to me, sometimes.”

When he hugs you? He lifts you. Just a little. Just enough that your feet leave the ground and your stomach flips. You could stay in those arms forever.

You get a new scarf. He pretends not to notice. Then you find one of his old shirts dyed the exact same shade. He definitely noticed.

Claggor doesn’t raise his voice. Doesn’t need to. When he says, “That’s enough,”—people listen. But when he says your name? It’s soft. Always soft.

If you’re stressed? He’ll bring you to the rooftop. A hidden one, where the stars aren’t blocked by smoke. He lights a little lantern. You sit together in silence, knees touching, fingers laced. “There’s always something worth saving,” he says. “You. For example.”

He has grease on his jaw, burn marks on his sleeves, bruises on his ribs—and still? He cradles your face like it’s the most delicate thing in the world. Not because you’re fragile. But because you matter.

He’s the kind of lover who holds your hips like he’s built for it—like they’re his to hold, his to guide. Slow at first, grinding in deep, one hand steady on your lower back while the other strokes your thigh, coaxing you open with a quiet, “That’s it, love. Just like that.”

Claggor doesn’t command—he leads. Every word is warm, breathy, low in your ear. “Doing so well for me,” he murmurs, brushing his nose along your temple. “So good like this… Let me keep goin’, yeah?”

He loves overstimulation, but only if you're tucked against him—whining, twitching, trying to pull away while he holds you gently and shushes you through it. “I know, I know. You’re shaking. It’s alright, I got you. That’s it… give me another.”

Praise kink king. But never over-the-top. It’s always genuine. Quiet. Close. “Look at you. Taking me so well.” “You don’t even know what you do to me, do you?” And gods, when he groans against your skin after you clench around him? “Fuck, I feel that. You’re perfect.”

Big, warm hands that roam—not rough, but hungry. Palms over your waist, fingers up your spine, thumb dragging lazy circles into your hips while he rolls into you deep, again and again, saying your name like a vow.

Loves pulling soft little noises out of you. Loves it even more when you try to hide them. If you bite your lip or turn your head away, he’ll just press a kiss to your jaw and say, “Don’t hide from me. I wanna hear it.”

If you ever cover your face in embarrassment, he gently moves your hands. Not teasing—just murmurs, “Don’t go shy on me now.” And when you look up? He’s flushed, sweat at his temple, pupils blown wide with how much he wants you.

He’s a giver first. And a slow one. He likes to see your reactions. Likes to map every inch of your skin with his mouth, his calloused hands, the tip of his nose. “Tell me where you want me, darlin’.”

Loves giving oral. Like—loves it. He could spend hours between your legs, “Just let me taste you, c’mon sweetheart, lemme do right by you…”

Gets vocal when he’s close. Deep groans, soft cursing, the occasional breathless “fuck—feels too good—” when you tighten around him. He buries his face against your shoulder when he finishes, arms locked around you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

Aftercare is quiet and devoted. Claggor’s the type to stay buried inside you for a while, forehead resting against your chest or shoulder, catching his breath. Then he gets you water, wipes you down with trembling hands, and asks “Too much? Did I hurt you?” If you shake your head and kiss him? He smiles—eyes soft, voice hoarse. “Good. You were incredible.”

Typed this entire thing with my left hand. Need him so bad its throbbing his name in morse code WHO IS SAYING THIS I SWEAR THE WIND IS GETTING WORSE

-The Intern

[pinky-the-bunny]

Meet MONSTROSITY SONIC!

WARNING: lots of body horror, mentions of death and mentions of eating/killing people.

Lore: Sonic somehow gets killed by dr. Eggman after a heated battle with one of his biggest robots. Amy; distraught by the death of the person she loved for the longest time, decides to try and bring him back from the dead by reciting a secret ritual she found in a cave in one of their many adventures.

The ritual worked! However, what she didn't know was that it would come with a curse.

Sonic was alive, but now he has turned into a monster that could now only live off of eating a living being.

Sonics design: Sonic regularly looks pretty much the same, except for the fact that his fur and skin are a little bit tinted. his green eyes are still very vibrant though. Every part of his body can open up and either become a mouth with large sharp teeth, big beaty eyes, or another limp. (He mostly uses arms, but the difference is that their very skinny and quite long compared to his normal gloved ones) His whole body can also twist and bend.

without his gloves, his nails can become quite sharp and can be used to easily cut a victim. His actual teeth can sharpen as well like the many mouths he makes in his body. His tongue can get very long as well, around 20 centimeters long.

His eyes can dilate whenever he sees something he likes, (kind of like a cat) usually when he's around his friends. He sometimes crawls and stands on all fours whenever he gets hungry and or is about to kill his new prey. His heartbeat and pulse are completely gone, he's basically almost a walking corpse at this point.

Sonics personality: Pretty much the same, only he know has a weird fixation over his friends (Especially Amy and shadow) and eating people. He's a pretty protective and clingy person and can ONLY eat really bad people/villians. He never kills or eats innocent people.

The others: most of them are usually terrified of the horribly twisted version of sonic, but tails is still pretty hopeful and trusts his friend more than anything.

Amy; despite being terrified of sonic, still showcases how much she loves sonic and is sort of guilty for turning him into a monster. (Though she is weirdly sort of...into it? She's very confused on that part)

shadow tries to hide the fact he is also afraid of sonics horrific state, trying to still act like he's his biggest rival or at least frenemy. (he is also weirdly into it, but he doesn't quite know that he does unlike amy)

And that's all the info I got for this! This is mostly just going to be comedy horror where I do some little silly/cute skits or posts ideas and info about this AU. Sorry for those who wanted this to be a bit more on the serious end. (Well, maybe if I feel like it I might post something serious? We'll see)

[slowdancingalien]

supernatural scents NOW chop chop

jeez, okay okay..

Supernatural characters and their scents! (All my opinion, don't get mad at me if you disagree)

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ᯓ✧Dean Winchester

I think people don't get him like I do (as his kinnie). People say he smells like whiskey. No no. He smells like beer and there's a difference. And it isn't expensive beer. This man hustles pool tables and does credit card scams. It's cheap beer.

And he smells like old leather. New leather has such a strong smell. I walked into a store at the mall that was selling leather jackets and that's all I could smell. It's old, a bit faded but you can smell it if you huffed him enough.

Cheap beer and old leather is Dean.

ᯓ✧ Sam Winchester

To me? Sam has this cologne he wears that Jess gave him. Not cheap but not too entirely expensive. Affordable. Cederwood mixed with hints of ginger.

When Jess died, he grasped at anything he could to remember her by. That simple cologne she bought him was one of the many things. He always buys it. Always.

Cedarwood and Ginger is Sam.

Castiel

We all know and we all agree that Castiel smells like honey because he loves bees. Of course, that is the easy way to go. Agree with everyone. But I also believe there are hints of lemon mixed in.

Honey is warm. And I believe Castiel is the same if you've read my headcanons. And with the added lemon, it'll bring out the scent altogether.

Honey and lemon is Castiel

Bobby Singer

Many people say Bobby smells like old books. Fair. But he owns a salvage yard. He's gonna smell like a mechanic.

Car oil has a strong scent. And it lingers on Bobby no matter how hard he tries to get it off. It doesn't work. It's like Subway. It's hard to get rid of the smell of Subway.

Now this is also a man who drinks beer. But it's not as cheap as Dean's, considering he has a real job that pays him.

Car oil and beer is Bobby Singer

Crowley Macleod

Now this is a man who has expensive alcohol. And let's not forget his roots. He was born Scottish but raised British. And with that accounted for, he smells like a malt scotch whiskey. Aged over forty years at the minimum.

Crowley also smells smokey. Not like fire. Like smoke. And I am not normal about his scent at all. I need him to scent me.

Malt scotch whiskey and smoke is Crowley

Gabriel

His scent changes too much to put a pin on it. As the janitor in Tall Tales, he smelled like cleaner and possibly bleach. When he showed up in mystery spot, he smelled like greasy diner food. In changing channels, he smells sterile. Hammer of gods, he had to smell the best he could to try and get Kali back, wearing expensive cologne. In Montel Carlo, living lavishly and buried in his own lust, he smelled like a mix of his expensive cologne and sex. Then came the torture times where he smelled like charred flesh and pennies.

But throughout all of those scentful times.. there was one thing that stuck to him. No matter how strong the other scents were, it was always pure sugar. No matter if everyone found out that he wasn't a trickster. He still liked candy a little too much.

Pure sugar is Gabriel

Jody Mills

Now, Jody has a fresh laundry smell to her. But specifically, laundry that has been air-dried on a clothesline on a sunny day. So not only is it warmed up by the sun, it also smells like outside and laundry detergent. Delicious

But obviously I like to mix my scents. And this is a weird mix. And a weird second descriptor. Yes, she smells like fresh laundry from a clothesline on a sunny day. But her hands? Reek of gun oil. And it is just her hands.

Fresh laundry from a clothesline on a sunny day and gun oil is Jody

Donna Hanscum

DONNA!!!! Okay so, Donna to me smells like mandarin orange massage oils. Because the first time we meet Donna is in a health spa. I still like to believe that after learning of supernatural stuff, she still goes to spas and massages often because she deserves it. And that's the oil she picks everytime.

And to me, if she's gonna use a perfume, she's gonna use something like jasmine.

Mandarin orange massage oil and jasmine is Donna

Adam Milligan

I can't explain it. It just is. Adam smells like the ocean. And with Michael coinciding with Adam, there are warm undertones to that. Not warm like Castiel. Michael is an archangel. He's going to have way more grace than Castiel could ever dream of. So it's not a soft warm like Cas. It's almost searing hot. Almost.

And after escaping hell with Michael, he still has a slight ocean-y scent to him, but he also smells smokey as well. Spending a long LONG time in hell can make you smell like that.

The ocean with warm undertones and smoke is Adam Milligan

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A/N: If you want a part two, I am so willing to make another part!

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[la-horrorosa]

AAI2 Manosouta x SH2 AU

I made a super self-indulgent Manosouta AU because they're extremely perfect for it and I'll never be over SH.

Basically this AAI2/SH2 AU plays out months after the endgame, Simeon is just getting used to life in prison but he definitely isn’t making personal progress processing his guilt over what he did to Bronco

-Because the prison they’re in is going through renovations, prisoners are arranged to a temporal transfer to a different prison, and said prison is a pretty suspicious place with claims of being haunted, although nobody really cares, and nothing noteworthy happens for the first few days.

-Simeon is nervous, because he realizes he’s being observed by a young prison guard that bears a striking resemblance to Bronco. And then, slowly, he starts to notice weird things about the prison.

-He leans to Kanis for support, but the old man warns him about not letting his senses be fooled by what’s around him. He can sense that something about the prison is very odd.

-The mysterious prison guard decides to make small-talk with Simeon, and he introduces himself as Horacio, and even his voice is oddly familiar. Simeon tries to avoid him, but by that time, strange walls and new stairs and rooms begin to appears through the prison, making him get lost easily and making him get punished for ‘trying to sneak away’ from authorized zones.

(Content Warning: blood, minor gore, body horror.)

-The following day Kanis tells him that Helmut is scared, which is why he refuses to leave his cell. For days, Simeon tries to stay inside the prison cell with Kanis as much as possible, and for a while, things appear to stay relatively normal.

-However, during the nights, Simeon can almost swear that he hears a wet breathing near their cell’s door.

-One day, however, the guards tell Simeon that he’s got a phone call from outside prison, which he hesitantly goes to respond. The caller is Edgeworth, who is trying to confirm if he’s been transferred… but the phone call gets abruptly cut off by weird gurgling noises.

-When an unsettled Simeon leaves the phone behind to return to his cell, he finds the hall completely transformed and desolated. He gets lost again, but just when he thinks he finds someone other than him, he realizes that it’s not even a person.

-Simeon finds himself running around a labyrinth where monsters that look like monkeys are hunting him for sport. Just when he’s about to get slashed down, however, he is saved at the last minute by Horacio, the prison guard.

-Horacio seems oddly calm, but he himself acknowledges that while prison has been weird for a while, this was the first time he’s seen monsters. Reluctantly, Simeon decides to tag along with Horacio for a way out. When talking to Horacio to fill in the silence, he begins to realize that personality-wise, he’s very different from Bronco.

-At first, Simeon is hesitant to depend on Horacio, finding his earnest nature a bit fake and jarring, but the longer they stay together, the more it unsettles him how much this Horacio wants to put himself in harm’s way just to keep Simeon safe.

-They manage to find a prison wing where the supernatural hasn’t touched the inmates, and when Simeon goes to find Kanis and Helmut, Horacio has already gone his own separate way. Seemingly, the other prison guards and inmates have been completely unaware of the shifting architecture of the prison and the presence of monsters.

-Simeon attempts to explain what he’s been through, but all Kanis has to say is the same as before with other words. Kanis very sternly tells him that something that lives in this prison has taken hold of him, and only Simeon himself can pry himself out of it now. He gives him one of his bells as a charm before going to bed.

-The following day, Simeon wakes in his cell all alone. Not a single soul seems to be in the building.

-In his search for a way out, Simeon begins to encounter more monsters, increasingly impossible structures and turns in the prison… and surprisingly, Horacio. “So... I told the warden about the monsters, but they didn’t believe me.” “OF COURSE THEY WOULDN’T, YOU IDIOT!”

-In their new partnership, Simeon can’t stop thinking about how Horacio is increasingly less gentle, and the gap between him and Bronco seems to be closing.

-He reaches a point in which being near Horacio just makes Simeon physically him ill, which makes Horacio upset. Some of Bronco’s mannerisms are beginning to mesh into Horacio, sometimes for the worse. The longer it goes on, the more it messes with Simeon’s sanity and all the ugly feelings he has about Bronco.

-Horacio is beginning to say out loud things that he shouldn’t be able to know about Simeon, and in a quiet moment of realization, Horacio looks bothered and unsettled, because he knows he shouldn’t know.

-In a heated moment between them, a horse-head monster attacks them, wounding Horacio lethally… and Simeon finds himself uselessly watching him cry and babble as he bleeds out.

-Simeon spends a long time watching the corpse of Horacio, sometimes wondering if he’s not seeing Bronco’s body instead. When he finally has the energy to leave him behind, his sanity reaches its lowest point.

-Simeon gets lost again, but through the bell that Kanis gave him, he brute-forces himself to fight back the monsters he encounters in the labyrinth.

-… Until he finally enters a new room, with a familiar person behind a cell, waiting for him.

And... that's all what I got so far. You could say it follows the same beats SH2 does to a T, I'm not going to pretend it doesn't. But I need to put these characters in situations, so it's okay!

I probably will drawa few more things related to this, in case anybody cares!

[jegstarbrainrot]

Bartylus Bartylus Bartylus Bartylus Bartylus, I’ve been obsessed since I wrote this little scene into my fic

“Tell me a story,” Regulus whispers. The tip of his nose gently brushes against Barty’s, sending the softest shiver down the back of his neck.

Barty thinks about it for a moment, tongue poking into his cheek as he mulls it over. Regulus watches the movement of it as it traces a line from his cheekbone to his jaw, settling behind his bottom lip for a moment before slipping through his lips to wet them. Regulus stares greedily at it, tracking every quiver as it seemed to slip back inside Barty’s mouth in slow motion.

“Once upon a time there was this boy who always felt a little different. Other kids wanted to read books and play Quidditch, but he liked knives. He didn’t want to read stories, he just wanted to study organ systems of magical creatures. How many times a pixies heart beat per minute, or how long the brain stem is in a centaur. Is it the same length as a human persons, or was it the length of one from a horse? The only thing he was sure of was that he needed to know.

“Soon the boy realized it was a lot easier to pretend he was stupid than explain to his family his morbid fascination with everything. How many scales were there on a mermaids tail? Does it hurt when you remove one of them? Can they even be removed? Is it made up of bone or cartilage or flesh? He would write down his findings in a small notebook and keep it under his mattress in his bedroom.

“Then one day his father found the notebook full of answers to life’s disturbing mysteries. The boy did not get to eat supper that night. Or the next. By the third night he had taken a lick so hard across the cheek, even just the idea of chewing something hurt. So he pretended that he wasn’t curious. He pretended that he wasn’t interested in beetles and blood and sharp things that hurt. It made life tolerable, on the outside. But on the inside he felt empty and miserable.”

“This is a very sad story,” Regulus whispers. He knocks his knee against Barty’s, seeing him grin through tired eyes.

“It has a happy ending, though,” Barty says. Gently he tucks Regulus’s red strand of hair behind his ear. The soft graze of Barty’s fingertips makes Regulus’s stomach twist with a warmth laced with longing. He missed touch, thoughtless and mindful. Quick little things that said I’m Here. Cassius spoke more through touch than he ever could in words.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Barty nods, his cheek making a soft swish against the pillowcase. “The boy went away to school, and he made these amazing friends that still keep him around no matter how weird he is. They don’t bat an eye at his disturbing thoughts or desire to make himself bleed.”

Regulus crinkles his nose, “I bet they still wished he wouldn’t though.”

Barty let out a soft laugh, bumping their knees again. “Wanker.”

They smile at each other with sleepy grins. It feels like Regulus is looking at his friend with new eyes. He noticed how long Barty’s lashes are. The small divot in the bridge of his nose like it’d been broken and healed wrong. The light sprinkling of freckles on his cheeks and along the edges of his forehead. Regulus wanted to lay here and count every single one of them. He reached up and traced the small scar running through Barty’s right eyebrow, something else new that he’d never seen before. Had it always been there? Did he get it in the Chamber of Secrets? He wanted to commit the size and shape of it to memory. He wanted to learn more things about him. There was so much he did not know.

Barty’s eyes drift shut under his touch. “You’re trembling,” he whispers.

“I’m nervous,” Regulus confesses. Something he would never admit under normal circumstances.

“Why are you nervous? It’s just me.”

It’s just me. How inaccurate. It’s just them. And Regulus has always been exceptional at not letting himself be himself. Even when he is alone.

“How did you get this scar?” He asks, tracing it again.

Barty swallows. Regulus watched the apple of his throat bob up and down as if that were something new as well. “Evan,” he says. “I let him cut me with my knife. He was sketching a picture of a dagger, and he wanted to see how blood would glisten off a blade.”

“And you just let him cut you? On your face?” Regulus pouts. It feels like it should be awful.

Barty’s eyes open, an emotion clouding them that’s all too familiar. “I’d let him do anything to me.”

Oh

Regulus leans up, brushing his lips over the scar. He hears Barty slowly take a breath. It never occurred to him that he could be with Barty this way. The same way he was friends with Cassius. He knows Barty likes to make crude jokes and wear skirts and has taken a special interest in his hair recently, but Regulus never thought Barty would be interested in this. With him. Is it wrong? He’s not sure. Would Barty be thinking of Evan the whole time? He doesn’t know that either. Especially if he might be thinking of someone else too.

Regulus lays his head back on the pillow, and they continue to look at each other in silence. Suddenly Regulus doesn’t feel so sleepy anymore. The tiredness replaced with a much different need. Touch.

“Can I kiss you?” Barty whispers. He’d never taken Barty as someone to ask for permission for that sort of thing, then again there’s a lot about Barty he hadn’t taken into consideration. Until now.

Read the rest of this chapter, or the whole fic, on ao3, Drown Me Out by MissSamVee

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[shellsstardew]

you made me ship shelliot so hard it's not even funny 😭 like normally im not super into rarepairs bc it seems ppl ship them just to ship them but i legit see where you're coming from, especially in the same context as your comic where their story begins after elliot moves in. i actually love your comic i cannot wait for the next part (not trying to pressure you obv). ive never gotten too many hearts with either of them but your characterization just feels so accurate like i feel like I could see your story with their dialogue happening in the game and it wouldn't feel out of place at all. and also finally (oops ive been rambling), your art style isn't overly detailed but the facial expressions/body language/like perspective i guess of the characters, especially shane and elliot on the dock is so well done, the small changes in positioning work so well to communicate the change in their body language and its just really impressive.

sorry i yapped or if it was weird or something i promise i was not trying to come off weird 😭😭😭 i just really admire good fanworks such as yours and it's important to tell authors/creators that they're doing well and yeah

also if you (or anyone else) has any shelliot fic recommendations i would loveee to hear them :>

No but seriously it's so funny that your like "I hope I'm not being weird" meanwhile I reread over and over your super thoughtful message to keep me going 😭

YOU GUYS DON'T REALIZE I NEED THOSE HYPER DETAILED COMPLIMENT or my stupid brain will go like "Okay time to think you're worthless and that what you're doing doesn't matter"

No I can point at the screen and say "See? 👉📱 SEE?! 👉👉📱?" and it's putting another coin in the machine hehe

Anyway, thank you so much 😭

AND YES I HAVE FICS TO RECOMMEND! ONCE AGAIN, @cutethulu you know the drill hehe

Camellia Station, by Awdrey (Explicit - but it's only one short smut scene in the last chapter for now)

Now it's still in progress (updating once a month) and they still didn't smooch yet, but that's what you get when you fall into the Shelliott rabbit hole, hehe, you can't be picky

It's really well written and the author and I have a lot of similarities in our interpretations of Shane and Elliott :) Go give it some love!

Also some one shots by @mongoosingisme that I really love :

Untitled Shelliott Ranch Project

Herding cats (Explicit - Shane/Elliott/fem!farmer)

And UHHH maybe you've seen it already but I wrote one about Shells, it's an alternate ending to part 34 (it's my first one and I'm really proud of it teehee)

Shells, alternate ending, by shells_stardew (Explicit)

Also @visionofthebees wrote this one for me on the same concept :

One Shell of a Night, by Visionofthebees (Explicit)

Be warned it's EXTREMELLY SILLY and she didn't even reread it before posting, but I love it with all my heart it's so so funny hahaha

I love her so imma also recommend her Clint x Elliott fic too (yes yes you read that right, she's 10 degrees further than me on the crack ship scene) :

Falling Ore You (Explicit) (46 chapters, completed)

LISTEN SHE MAKES IT WORK OKAY! SHE REALLY DOES!

And also, check my bookmarks! They are some non-Shelliott stuff that I absolutely love in there! (BUT always ALWAYS check the tags before reading, there is also some dark stuff haha)

Here you go, hope I didn't recommend all the ones you already knew about, as we all know this is not an extremely popular ship so this is what we get, quality over quantity hahahaa 😭