#she deserved to have more women in her life

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: "Body Shots & Basketball"

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Rating: Mature ( MIDNI!!!)

Warning:wlw smut, mentions of alcohol, semi-public sex (fingering r reseving in bar bathroom), !panty theif Paige, !top Paige,!bottom reader, drunk sex, !purple strap Paige, lots of pet names

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Summary: playing their favorite post-game drinking game: Who Would You Let? You and your friend. When the question turns extra spicy—choosing between Paige or Azzi for a body shot— you hesitates. But Paige overhears

“Okay, next question.”

I leaned back in my barstool, sipping my drink as my best friend grinned mischievously across from me. Ted’s was packed after the UConn women’s game, the usual post-victory energy buzzing through the air.

My best friend, always the instigator, tapped a manicured nail against her shot glass. “Who would you let take a body shot off you—Paige or Azzi?”

I choked on my drink. “Excuse me?”

She smirked. “You heard me.”

I shook my head, laughing. “Oh, you’re messy for that.”

“That’s the game! If you don’t answer, you take two shots. If you do, you gotta explain your reasoning.”

I glanced down at my nearly empty glass, then back up at her. “...Two shots?”

She nodded, raising a brow. “Unless you got an answer.”

I exhaled, pretending to think. “Okay, okay… Paige.”

She gasped dramatically. “Ooooh! You better explain yourself.”

I rolled my eyes. “First of all, both are insanely attractive, so it’s not an easy choice. But Paige is a little more… I don’t know, dangerous.”

My friend snorted. “Dangerous? Paige Bueckers?”

I shrugged, swirling my straw around my drink. “She’s got that flirty menace energy. Like, you know she’d talk her way into getting what she wants.”

“Well, well, well.”

I froze.

That was not my friend’s voice.

I turned slowly, and there she was—Paige Bueckers herself, standing right next to our table, a knowing smirk on her face.

My stomach plummeted.

She was holding a couple of drinks, clearly on her way back to her team, but now, she was watching me like I was the most entertaining thing in the bar.

“You think I’m a menace?” she asked, tilting her head.

My friend, the traitor, grinned. “Oh, she definitely does.”

I buried my face in my hands. “I hate you.”

Paige chuckled, sliding onto the empty stool beside me. “I feel like I deserve an explanation.”

I peeked at her through my fingers. “You were not supposed to hear that.”

“Yeah, well, I did,” she said, shrugging. “And now I’m curious.”

My friend, having the time of her life, nudged me. “Go on, tell her.”

I groaned, taking a long sip of my drink. “I just said you’ve got a little… flirty menace energy.”

Paige grinned. “That’s cute. I like that.”

My brain short-circuited.

Paige leaned in slightly, her voice low. “So, tell me, was that just a game, or do you actually mean it?”

I swallowed. “That depends… are you gonna let me live after this conversation?”

Paige laughed, tapping her fingers against the bar. “That depends… are you gonna let me take you out sometime?”

I blinked. “Wait. What?”

She smirked. “You heard me.”

My friend gasped, gripping my arm. “She manifested this.”

Paige pulled out her phone, sliding it toward me. “Put your number in.”

I hesitated for half a second before typing it in, handing the phone back. Paige looked at the screen, then back at me, grinning. “Perfect.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “We’ve got a table with the team in the back. You two should come hang out.”

My friend and I exchanged looks before she nodded eagerly. “Absolutely.”

Hanging out with the team was insane.

Between the drinks, the jokes, and the endless teasing over what Paige overheard, I was convinced my soul had left my body from sheer embarrassment.

Then Ice cleared her throat. “Alright, we’ve been talking about it long enough.”

I raised a brow. “Talking about what?”

Jana grinned, standing up. “We’re clearing a table.”

My stomach flipped. “For what?”

Paige stretched her arms, smirking. “For a body shot.”

I nearly choked on my drink.

KK whistled. “Damn, Paige really wasted no time.”

I waved my hands. “Hold on—”

Ice and Jana were already moving glasses aside, wiping down the wooden table.

Paige grinned at me. “Well? You picked me, didn’t you?”

My face was on fire. “I was just getting drunk, then!”

Paige shrugged. “So? You said it with your chest. Now let me take my prize.”

The entire team was eating this up, cheering and hyping Paige up.

Paige grabbed my hand, tugging me forward. “C’mon, baby. Let’s make this game official.”

My brain completely shut off at the way she said baby.

My friend shoved me. “Oh my God, just do it.”

I groaned. “Y’all are ridiculous.”

Paige just winked. “And you love it.”

I climbed onto the table after taking my cropped Bueckers jersey of revealing my black spaghetti strapped lace bralette bra, my heart pounding as Paige let out a low whistle as she grabbed the salt and a lime slice.

I barely had time to process before she leaned down, her breath warm against the skin on my neck, near my ear. “You ready, ma?”

I nodded weakly.

She smirked, dragging her tongue across my collarbone before sprinkling salt over it. My entire body broke out in chills.

The room roared.

KK shouted, “Oh, this is legendary.”

Paige took the shot of tequila, licking the salt off my skin before biting into the lime, taking it off my body all while keeping direct eye contact.

I forgot how to breathe.

The bar erupted, the team hollering and laughing while Paige pulled back, grinning.

She wiped her lips, tilting her head. “Still think I’m just a menace, prettygirl?”

I swallowed hard. “You are so dangerous.”

Paige chuckled, pulling me up into her arms. “You love it.”

My brain was mush. “I might.”

She pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Then let’s see where this goes”

A fee mins later and a few more rounds Paige is whispering in my ear. “Let’s get out of here,” she said, her voice low and sultry, in my ear, pulling me back to reality. Without waiting for a response, she took my hand, leading me through the crowd and towards the bathroom at the back of the bar.

Once inside, the small space was dimly lit, and the scent of alcohol mixed with the faint smell of soap filled the air. Paige locked the door behind Us, and my heart raced more as I leaned against the cool tile wall, my pulse quickening with excitement.

“God, you're so pretty,” Paige murmured, her eyes dark with desire. I felt a flush of warmth spread through me as Paige stepped closer, our bodies almost touching. “Can I?” Paige asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers brushing against my right thigh.

“Yes,” I breathed, my mind swirling with the effects of the alcohol and the intensity of Paige’s gaze. Paige knelt before me, her hands guiding my legs apart just enough for her to settle between them. The thrill of being in a bathroom stall, hidden away from the world, only fueled the fire.

As Paige’s fingers danced along my hot, sensitive skin, I felt both nervous and exhilarated. “You’re so soft,” Paige cooed, her touch igniting sparks of pleasure coursing through my body. “I want to make you feel good, baby.”

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations as Paige’s fingers found their way beneath my nylon/leather mini pencil skirt. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in this secret moment. “Paige,” I gasped as she expertly teased me, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down my spine.

“Shh, pretty girl. Just let me take care of you,” Paige whispered, her voice dripping with affection and seduction, as she hook her fingers on my thin thong pulling it down swiftly. I stepped out if then only for her to stuff em in her back pocket, I could hardly think as I felt myself unraveling under Paige’s touch, 3 knuckles deep, thumb on my sensitive clit. She said cooing at my pussy, but holding eye contact with me.

The combination of alcohol and desire creating a heady mix that left me breathless.

But just as the pleasure began to mount, Paige pulled away, a mischievous grin on her face. “Let’s take this back to my dorm,” she suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and without waiting for a response, she grabbed my hand and led me out of the bathroom, but not before making my lower only skirt covered lower body look decent.

Paige tapped Ice and let her know what what happening with her and I.

Ice giving us the smirk and nod of approval, even pushing us closer to the door of the bar.

The walk to Paige’s dorm felt like a dream, each step filled with anticipation. Once inside, Paige kick the door closed behind us. The dim light from the common room cast a soft glow, and I felt a rush of exhilaration as I took in the cozy space.

Paige turned to me, her gaze intense. “You trust me, right?” she asked, her voice low and sultry, as she led me to her room. I nodded, my heart racing as I watched Paige reach into her drawer and pull out a purple(lavender-ish) strap. The sight sent a thrill of excitement through me, and I swallowed hard, my body responding eagerly to the suggestion of what was to come.

“Good girl,” Paige purred, her eyes dark with desire. “Now, come here, pretty girl.” She beckoned me closer, her voice is smooth and coaxing, wrapping me into a trance.

As I stepped closer, Paige’s hands found my waist, pulling me in for a tender kiss. It was soft at first, a gentle exploration that quickly turned passionate as I melted against her. “You’re so beautiful, ma,” Paige murmured against myblips, showering me with pet names that sent delightful shivers coursing through my body.

With deliberate slowness, Paige guided me to the bed, our lips never breaking contact as they tumbled onto the soft sheets. “I want to make you feel amazing,” Paige whispered, her voice a husky promise that made my heart race.

“Yes please,” I breathed, my body aching for more. The alcohol had stripped away all of my inhibitions, leaving me vulnerable yet exhilarated, and I craved every bit of attention Paige was willing to give.

Paige took her time, running her hands over my body, teasing and exploring until I was a whimpering mess beneath her. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” Paige asked, her voice dripping with affection and desire. I nodded, a soft whimper escaping my lips as I felt the strap press against me.

“Tell me how you feel, baby,” Paige coaxed, her eyes locked onto mine, searching for reassurance and a connection that felt deeper than the physical.

“Full P, so full” I gasped, my breath hitching as Paige began to move, the sensation intense and overwhelming. “So good.”

“Just like that, mamas,” Paige encouraged, her voice a soothing balm against the waves of pleasure crashing over me. With each thrust, I felt myself spiraling, every sound, every touch amplifying the ecstasy building within her.

“Look at you, so beautiful,” Paige murmured, her hands gripping my hips as she guided our rhythm, the tension between Us palpable. “I love how you feel, baby. You’re mine tonight.”

“Fuckk, Pa-Paige so good,” I say holding in a moan. “Nah, ma let me hear them pretty lil moans.” I gasp letting out a moan when she slaps my clit lightly. Bucking my hips to meet the thrust of Paige's hips.

“Yes, so-fuckin good P.” I let out soft moans getting louder with each thrust. “Such a, pretty girl, with a pretty pussy.” I nod my head letting more whimpers fall from my mouth.

Paige could tell I was getting closer by the way my legs shook, the way my jaw is relaxed. My body shook, eyes rolling to the back of my head. “That's it mamas, cum on dick I think your can.” Clenching around the purple strap I let out an almost pornographic moan.

I could tell paige was getting close ad there thrust go sloppy, soon throwing her head back letting out the almost same moan I did.

“S..Shhit ma, did a good job for me. Yeah” Paige said after we rode out our high slowly pulling the strap of my pussy. “Mm, so good P.”

She carefully took the strap off, before walking to the bathroom and cleaning strap before coming back with a warm wet cloth. Gently either her and I holding eye contact she gently wiped me completely clean.

“Wow! That-that was-” I say, as Paige climbs in the bed with me and finishing my statement. “Amazing, it was amazing.”

“Yeah, Amazing.”

The first thing I noticed was warmth.

Not the kind that came from the sunlight peeking through the blinds or the heat of the comforter tangled around my legs—but the kind that came from another person.

Specifically, the 6’0” basketball menace currently wrapped around me like she had no plans of letting go.

I blinked, slowly adjusting to my surroundings. Paige’s dorm. Paige’s bed. Paige’s arm draped over my waist, her face buried in the crook of my neck.

Oh.

Last night came rushing back like a highlight reel: the game, the drinking, the body shot, Paige licking salt off my skin like it was her job—

I squeezed my eyes shut. Jesus Christ.

“You’re thinking really hard for someone who should just be enjoying the moment,” a raspy voice murmured against my shoulder.

I opened my eyes to find Paige peeking up at me, a lazy grin on her lips.

Her morning voice? Not fair.

I rolled onto my side, our faces inches apart. “You always this cuddly?”

Paige shrugged, fingers tracing absentminded circles on my hip. “Not really. Just with people I like.”

People she likes.

I swallowed, suddenly feeling like the air between us was heavier than before.

She must’ve noticed because her grin turned teasing. “What? You shy now? You didn’t seem shy when I was licking salt off you in front of half the team.”

I groaned, burying my face in her pillow. “I will actually pass away if you bring that up again.”

She laughed, tugging me closer. “Nah, I kinda like seeing you all flustered.”

I peeked up at her, biting my lip. “So… last night wasn’t just a drunken dare?”

Paige shook her head, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Nah, baby. That was me finally getting what I wanted.”

My heart stuttered.

I was so not prepared for Paige Bueckers to be this smooth first thing in the morning.

Still, I had to keep things light before my brain short-circuited completely. “Damn, what do you mean?”

Paige smirked. “I had a feeling, from the firt mom i saw you come out of communications with Azzi, if we'rebeung for reak here.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Okay, menace, sure.. the paige bueckers had a crush on mee.”

She tapped her chin, pretending to think. “Actually, I believe the term you used was flirty menace, and yes I did-do have a crush on you. Like you're somethin else ya know.”

“Oh my God—” I say covering my face to try and hide my embarrassment.

Paige grinned, rolling fully on top of me, arms caging me in. “You’re really cute when you’re embarrassed, you know that?”

I stared up at her, my heart pounding. “You’re really cute when you’re not terrorizing me first thing in the morning.”

Paige chuckled, leaning in slightly, her nose brushing mine. “You love it.”

I exhaled, feeling her breath against my lips. “I might.”

Her eyes searched mine, something softer replacing the teasing glint she usually carried. “Good,” she murmured. “Because I meant what I said last night.”

I raised a brow. “Which part? You said a lot of reckless things.”

She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips didn’t fade. “The part where I said I wanted to see where this goes.”

I felt my stomach flip. “You serious?”

Paige nodded. “Yeah. I don’t do the whole ‘let’s pretend it didn’t happen’ thing. I like you. Always have. And if I’m being honest, I don’t really want to wake up without you in my bed. Now that ive had you.”

My brain was rapidly buffering.

Was Paige Bueckers—Paige Bueckers—asking me to be with her?

I swallowed, forcing myself to sound normal despite the emotional meltdown happening inside me. “So… if I were to ask you, what are we right now—”

Paige cut me off immediately. “We’re something special.”

My breath hitched.

She tilted her head, waiting. “Be my girl?”

I stared at her, every ounce of smartass energy draining from my body.

There was only one answer.

I reached up, running a hand through her messy blonde hair before pulling her down into a soft kiss.

Her lips curved against mine, like she already knew.

I smiled as I pulled back. “Yeah, Paige. I’ll be your girl.”

She kissed my temple with tenderness, before kissing all over my face giving my lips the final kiss.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[lucygraysboy]

“my ma had once attempted to teach me when i was little, but i was too rambunctious to be able to focus on knitting for more than fifteen minutes. promise i’m a lot more patient now,” the cowboy laughs, pale blue eyes taking in the look on lucy gray’s face, hypnotized. these doe-like hues will be the death of him. all the kindness that’s buried deep inside her chest seems to be shining right through, making him feel so mushy and warm on the inside. she truly deserves the world, and he’ll do everything in his power to give it to her. “speakin’ of songs… was you singin’ a song when i first saw you? i was so exhausted and dehydrated, it’s all so blurry now but i thought i was at the gates of heaven and an angel was welcomin’ me with a song. what were you singin’ ‘bout?” he wonders out loud, just now reminded of the moment he first laid eyes on her. he was so out of it, and now he can barely tell what really happened and what’s only a figment of his imagination. “thanks for thinkin’ so. i didn’t want ‘im to be no outlaw. i wanted ‘im to have an honest job an’ a good life.” but now that joe’s gone, billy can’t help but wonder if maybe he was a little too hard on the boy, expected too much of him. “always. well, except for the time i went and beat up her husband ‘cause he kept makin’ her cry, bringin’ no money home, stealin’ hers… spendin’ it all in brothels and saloons. she told me to leave ‘im be, but i couldn’t.” his pride and honor and the love he had for her wouldn’t let him. 

“yeah? good ‘cause i would never.” boss her around. he thinks that’s how it should be — men should listen to women more often, they’d benefit from that. “i’m mr. sugar bucket sweet potato, and you’re miss birdie boo little carrot,” he laughs, not caring the names make little to no sense. it’s the thought and affection that counts. “i mean, i kind of understand. if i was a goat, i wouldn’t let no strange cowboy near my udders either. i’d kick ‘im in the head.” expression softening as she touches his cheek, his heart melting into a puddle, making it difficult for him to focus on anything but the way her hand feels so nice and somehow soothes the sunburn on his skin. “i’m hungry, too. it’s ‘cause of that lake. water always makes you hungry, is what i’ve noticed.” he follows her back outside, where the last rays of the setting sun have painted the porch a warm, golden hue. it’s a little more humid now, but the wind remains pleasant, lacking its bite. he lays the potatoes down on the table and takes a seat opposite to her, just so that he can admire her beautiful features in this light. if he only could paint, he’d paint her like this. “this is real nice. this table, i mean. beautiful carpentry.” he praises, but what he actually means is this, the two of them doing something so mundane together after a long, fun day, is nice. he wouldn’t mind spending every afternoon for the rest of his life doing this. “i don’t know if i’ve ever told you this, but i’m a very experienced potato-peeler. it was always my job to peel ‘em when i was little,” he brags with a smile, his hands, rough and calloused moving with practiced ease, as if peeling potatoes was as natural as roping a steer to him. 

"that's exactly why i was thinkin' it'd be good to teach you." he already read her mind, she was thinking it could be useful when he sets out on his own. a shy smile spills over kind visage at being called sweet, of course she remembered. and of course each time he says another sweet thing, it flushes her in a warm sensation of love. fills that void and all the hurt that being talked down to by the preacher that has carved a hole in her chest with, a little at each time. "course i think so. poem's are beautiful. poem's are a lot like songs... and i do love writin' songs." speaking fondly, smiling affectionately. "well, for some reason i think that's cute," lucy gray laughs, the part about bossing his brother around because he wanted to take good care of him. "and at least you listened to your mother." so safe to say, she finds that cute too. putting a cute grin on her face because it's adorable he was stubborn but still so respectful to his mama. "i'm just playin' with you, billy. i don't think you would." a gentle expression softens her features as she peers up at him, after handing him his armful of vegetables. "you're a sweet potato." since they're holding potatoes, small laugh emitting.

hand reaches up to gently pat his cheek, he's so cute, he's gotta stop being that cute in personality and his eyes are too big and pure for her heart to handle. "it's best i do that, anyway. she really is picky with that. she might really try to bite you if you grab on her udders." the brunette laughs, but genuinely feels bad for shamus for being scarred by men. "i'm hungry." amusingly replying, scooping out an armful of carrots next before shutting the lid back. "alright, let's go." grabbing a pan, she leads them back out of the house and off the porch and climbs onto the picnic table's seat before dumping her vegetables on the table top and sitting the pan down. she's got a knife sitting in the middle, she goes ahead and grabs that and starts cutting.

[overadores]

જ⁀➴°⋆ Love Me Like A Friend

When Katseye’s main dancer, Daniela Avanzini makes her debut, no one is aware of her secret friends-with-benefits arrangement with chart-topping producer and singer Y/N L/N—a relationship they’ve kept under wraps due to Daniela’s strict no-dating rule. However, as rumors circulate about Y/N’s supposed affairs with other women, and her enigmatic song lyrics appear to reflect Daniela’s mixed signals, tension starts to build. With public speculation intensifying and jealousy brewing behind closed doors, their closely guarded secret is on the verge of unraveling, compelling them to face what they truly mean to one another.

chapter 37 - tsunami

Daniela had never been good at saying no. It was in her nature to say yes—to managers, to friends, to strangers who barely knew her name but wanted a piece of her anyway. It was easier that way, easier than disappointing people, easier than explaining why she hesitated when commitment knocked on her door.

But somehow, the one person she could never say yes to was Y/N.

Maybe because saying yes meant giving in to feelings she wasn’t ready to acknowledge. Maybe because letting Y/N in meant watching her leave one day. Maybe because Daniela had never been good at love, at holding on to something real, and she didn’t want to hurt Y/N the way she knew she would.

But she did anyway.

And now, Y/N was gone.

It shouldn’t hurt this much. They were never supposed to be serious—just friends with benefits, just stolen nights and unspoken words. But somewhere along the way, things got messy. Somewhere along the way, Y/N started looking at her like she was something more, and Daniela let her. She let her, knowing she could never offer the same in return.

And yet, when she saw the cold finality in Y/N’s expression that night, it was like the air had been sucked out of her lungs.

Daniela wished she had just stayed in her room. She wished she had ignored the invite, had kept her phone tucked away instead of letting her face be captured in that one picture—the picture that ruined everything. She never knew how powerful the media could be, how a simple misunderstanding could tear her life apart. She had been caught at the park, someone was walking beside her, a guy reaching out to hold her hand, it was nothing, just a friend leading the way, but the internet didn’t see it that way. Neither did Y/N.

But it was never just about that one night.

Daniela had always known Y/N was patient—more patient than she deserved. Y/N had endured every whisper, every grainy instagram story, every moment that should have sent her running. Because Y/N believed in her. Believed in the unspoken explanations, the quiet reassurances, the idea that Daniela would always come back.

And she had.

Until Y/N had enough.

She had never felt this kind of loneliness before.

And the worst part? She hadn’t even realized how much she had been hurting Y/N all along. How every mixed signal, every hesitation, every night spent pretending their feelings weren’t real had chipped away at something fragile.

Y/N had always been good at understanding her. At waiting. But patience had its limits, and Daniela had taken too much for granted.

She didn’t even know if there was a way back.

Her fingers hovered over her messages, muscle memory tempting her to type out something—anything—that could fix this.

But Y/N wouldn’t see it.

Not anymore.

Maybe that was the part that hurt the most.

Daniela had spent so long running from the idea of love, convincing herself that keeping things casual meant she wouldn’t have to lose anything. That keeping Y/N at arm’s length would somehow protect them both.

But now she knew better.

Love wasn’t just about holding on—it was about showing up.

And she had failed.

The city outside her window blurred as she fought back tears, her mind looping the same memories over and over—late-night drives, shared laughter, Y/N’s hand on hers, the way she always knew when Daniela needed comfort without her having to say a word.

There was no one else she wanted.

No one else who made her feel the way Y/N did.

She had been a coward.

Daniela had spent so much time convincing herself she didn’t need Y/N.

Now, she wasn’t sure how to exist without her.

She let out a breath, shaky and uneven, gripping her phone tighter. Y/N was done with her. That much was clear.

But Daniela had never been the kind of person to give up easily.

And she wasn’t about to start now.

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a/n: very recommended to the song cuz it hits me in the feels while i was writing it.

[slut4megantheestallion]

Hello! I don't know if you have any rules regarding requests, but I sent you my idea. Arcane women x female reader! Especially Vi, Jinx and Caitlyn. They wanted to have something more intimate with the reader, but she can't because of past experiences and she feels frustrated with herself, and she doesn't feel able to tell her partner because she thinks he will judge and abandon her. Many times, the reader has stayed awake while her partner is sleeping and begins to cry, then her partner wakes up after sobs and finds the reader crying, and she finally confesses her trauma and her love comforts her. Again, if you're uncomfortable with this, you're free not to write it down! Hugs!

Characters: Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn.

Hiii<3 yeahh, I'll do this, and yes, I write for arcane sometimes, I do take requests 😄.

Arcane Women x Reader w/ trauma Headcannons

Scenario: The reader struggles with intimacy due to past trauma, afraid of judgment and abandonment. She often stays awake, crying, feeling frustrated herself, and ashamed. Until one night, her partner wakes up and finds her breaking down. Comfort and love follow.

Warning ⚠️: angst, trauma, past abuse, comfort, fluff.

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Before you ended up in Zaun/Piltover and met, vi, Jinx, or caitlyn, your life was far from kind. You had experienced relationships that weren't built on love or trust, just lust, power, control, manipulation, and fear.

You were once with someone who made you feel like your body was something they deserved rather than something you owned. Your bound were ignored - your "no" was met with guilt tripping, anger, or silent treatment until you gave in. You learned to freeze rather than fight back because arguing led to worse outcomes. Over time, you started believing that love was something you had to earn by giving parts of yourself away.

Even after escaping that life, the scars lingered. You told yourself you were free and that no one can hurt you again, but when it comes to intimacy, your body still remembers what it felt like to be powerless.

Kisses sometimes feels like suffocating.

Touch- no matter how gentle - could make your skin crawl.

Even when your partner held you in the safest way, your mind whispered, what if they get tired of waiting? What if they leave?

You love them, but you hated yourself for feeling like this.

-Vi

● Vi had always been patient with you. She never pushes, never pressures you - just waits for you to come to her when you're ready, but she does notice this from the beginning of the relationship. How you'd tense slightly when things got to heated. How your kisses always stopped before they could get too deep. She doesn't pressure you or anything. She waits for to be ready, but what she doesn't know is that you don't think you'll ever be ready.

●Tonight is another restless night. You lie beside vi, staring at the ceiling while she sleeps, steady and warm next to you. You wish you could be at peace like that, but the weight on your chest won't let you breathe properly. You bite lips, trying to hold the tears back, but your body betrays you. A quiet sob escapes before you can stop it.

●A slight shift, then a groggy, sleep rough voice:

●"Babe?" Her voice is thick with sleep, but the concern is immediate.

●She sees you curled up, shaking. Something in her chest hurts.

●She reaches out, but the moment her hand brushes your back, you flinch. That makes her freeze.

●"Talk to me, sweetheart."

●You shake your head, hands gripping the sheets like they're the only thing keeping you together. "I'm sorry," you whisper.

●"For what?" Vi asks, brow furrowing.

●You try to explain how you want to be normal, how you hate that you pull away when she touches you, how you're afraid she'll get frustrated and walk away like everyone else did. Your voice cracks as you confess what happened in the past, how you were used, how your body never felt like yours.

●Vi listens, silent, herfists clenching under the blankets. Not at you, but at the people who did this to you. At the world that made you feel so fucking small.

●She leans in, gently tilting your chin up so you can see her eyes - so full of love and unwavering devotion.

●"You never have to apologize for this. Ever." She kisses your forehead, slow and lingering. "I don't need anything from you, okay? Just you. However you are, whenever you're ready. And if you're never ready? That's fine, too."

●Your breath hitches. "But... what if you get tired of waiting?

●Vi huffs a small laugh, but there's no humor in it - only warmth.

●"Then I'll wait longer."

●For the first time in a long time, you believe someone.

-Jinx

●Jinx sleeps like the dead usually, but tonight, something pulls her from her dreams - maybe it's instinct, maybe it's the way the bed feels too cold despite your body being right there.

●And then she hears it. Soft, muffled crying, her heart clenches.

● Jinx turns over, rubbing her eyes, then freezes when she sees you curled up, facing away from her, shoulders shaking.

●"Babe?"

●You stiffen, hurriedly wiping your face. "Sorry, I - just go back to sleep."

●Jinx isn't having it. Within seconds, she's hovering over you, pressing her forehead against the back of your head.

●"Nuh-uh, nice try. What's wrong, sugarplum?"

●You try to hold it in. You do. But the moment she snakes an arm around your waist, anchoring you to her, it all comes spilling out in broken whispers.

●Jinx listens. And for once, she doesn't joke, doesn't deflect - just holds you, silent and still, until you're done. When you finally stop, she exhales a shaky breath.

●"Damn, that's been eatin' at you this whole time, huh?" You nodded.

●Jinx is quiet for a long moment, and then she turns you into her arms, cupping your face. "Listen up, cause I ain't sayin' this twice. You? You're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me. And I don't give a shit if we ever do anything like that. I just want you, yeah?" Tears spill over again, but this time, there's relief in them.

●Jinx smirks softly, brushing a thumb over your cheek. "Now come here, lemme squeeze the sadness outta ya." She pulls you against her, tucking you under her chin, holding you like she'll never let go, Because she won't.

-Caitlyn Kirraman

●Caitlyn has always been patient, but tonight, when she wakes to the sound of your quiet sobs, her heart shatters.

●"Darling?" Her voice is soft, laced with concern. You curl in on yourself. "I- I can't do this."

●"Do what?" Caitlyn sits up, brushing her fingers over your back. "Be what you deserve." Caitlyn breath catches, "love, look at me."

●You hesitate, but finally do. And when you see her face - soft, full of love, worried - the words come pouring out.

●You tell her everything. The past, the guilt, the fear that she'll leave. Caitlyn listens, her hand gently rubbing yours.

●"I wish I could take the pain away." She says softly. "I wish I could erase every horrible thing they did to you. But since I can't... let me show you that love doesn't have to be like that."

●You choke back a sob.

●Caitlyn presses a tender kiss to your knuckles. "No matter what, I'm here. We go at your pace, always."

●Her words wrap around you like the warmest blanket. And finally, after all these years, you believe it.

[genderqueerdykes]

thank you so much for talking about the whole "i hate men except for you" thing. i'm friends with a cis girl (that i don't really want to be friends with anymore for obvious reasons) who loves saying stuff like "i hate boys" "all boys are the same and they never change" "i'm starting to hate boys more and more" "except for you of course!!" but it's not like she shows any respect towards my identity. she's the only friend of mine that uses she/her for me, says stuff like "mommy and daughter bonding 😊" when i mention i'm spending time with my mom, and deadnames me when i don't immediately respond to a text she sent me 2 seconds ago (and in that text she'll call me by the right name). i used to think that she's just doing this on accident but i've noticed that she only deadnames me and calls me a girl when i'm the only person listening. she's been messing up my pronouns around my friends more often and thankfully one of them noticed and is starting to talk to me about it but UGHHH. i already stopped liking her the second she started saying man hating stuff but the fact that i'm supposed to be the one exception yet she treats me this way... am i the exception because i'm your friend or am i the exception because you're trying to make me feel special when you don't even see me as a boy to begin with?

of course, anon, that's what i'm here for! thank you for taking the time to send in your story, it's important that you be heard

this is absolutely disgusting behavior, but you are not alone in going through this in the slightest. i have seen this behavior play out so many times. that is absolutely sickening that this girl will deadname you just to get you to respond to texts quicker. that is some seriously malicious behavior and you are 100% in the right for not wanting to be her friend anymore.

it's not flattering to be seen as a Special Man. the trans acceptance basics are not treating trans boys/men and trans girls/women like "Special" boys/men/girls/women. we for the most part do not want to be seen as "Different" from other guys. that isolation and singling us out makes us feel alienated and unwelcome everywhere.

honest to god i think the more people who stand up and go. yeah i don't want to be your friend anymore. the bigger of an impact we will have on this kind of behavior. you're not the first anon i've gotten who has wanted to/ended a friendship over this behavior. i have gotten so much feedback from people who have completely terminated friendships over this and GOOD.

people need to understand that trans men don't constantly want to be otherized, infantilized, mocked, scrutinized, deadnamed and fucking harassed for the sake of """""FITTING IN""""""". this isn't fitting in, this girl has made herself into your own personal antagonist. you are right in realizing this is not on accident. this is malicious behavior on purpose. she knows what she's doing. she sees you as a girl and wants you to know that and fuck her for doing all this.

you deserve way better. i hope you're able to get her out of your life and find friends who *actually* support you. that is utterly disgusting behavior and she deserves to lose a friend over it. you're not there to listen to her hate on your siblings and friends. nothing good ever comes of "oh well i don't mean YOU i hate all men BUT you :)" yeah that's not making you safer to be around. YOU are the dangerous person in this scenario. wise up.

take care of yourself anon you deserve so much better than that. if you need any help feel free to stop by again any time

[sunsburns]

el oh el i watched it again and i cant tell if i i want tashi to be my bfffl (best friend forever for life) or if i wanna make out with her SOS

i mean who says you can’t do both?

hear me out, drunken mistakes happen all the time! even though both of you were still pretty sober and blamed your few drinks (1 drink) at an end-of-summer frat party.

the both of you had slipped into the party and made a beeline straight to the kitchen where the drinks were. neither of you knew whose house it was or who you might find. but tashi promised free drinks and you had nothing better to do.

the two of you mixed whatever you could find into solo cups, barely reading labels and giggling as you did so. when you asked tashi if you’d both get kicked out for crashing the party, she shut you up pretty quickly by pushing your cup to your lips, “only if we get caught. now shut up and drink!”

and once that disaster of a mixture gets down your sputter and shove tashi away. “tastes like fucking shit,”you scoff, looking for something to wash it down with while she laughs behind you.

“you’re just a little pussy,” you’d hear her say, and when you turn around you spot her drowning down her cup and crushing it in her hands while she furrows her brows. “it’s not that bad.”

you roll your eyes, pouring tap water into your cup and perching yourself up on the counter, legs swinging. “you don't need to lie, tash. i’ll still think you’re cool.”

she sets you with a look that has you biting back a smile, the teasing tone in your voice not lost on her. tashi starts to pour other things back into her cup again; mixing whatever she finds because she swears that if the drink looks pretty it should taste good.

“you’re adding milk?”

“it’ll turn it pink.”

“that’s digusting.”

“you’re digusting.”

you snort, “if you wake up with food poisoning, don’t ask me to unclog the toilet again.”

she hums at your words, moving the bottles out of her way and taking your cup out of your hands, careful not to spill it as you huff in protest. her hands replace your cup with hers before they find your thighs, warm palms smoothing over the skin as she stares at you. “drink.”

“no fucking way.”

“if i get food poisoning, you should too. we’re a team, remember?”

you laugh, putting the cup down. “that doesn’t correlate outside the court.”

“doesn’t it?” tashi groans playfully, and she drags you closer by the legs, grinning as you squeak when she steps between them. she seems proud of herself when she realizes that she’s tall enough to look you in the eye despite your higher seat.

her eyes drop to your dress, and she tugs at the hem of it, light and playful.

“cute dress,” she tells you.

“you like it?” you raise your brows.

she nods, “you look real pretty. but were you ever going to ask before you took it out of my closet or...?”

“oh, yeah,” you say sarcastically, “i was going to ask right after you gave me my skirt back.”

tashi fucking giggles, her breath frosting against your lips before she looks down. “fuck, okay, yeah. fair enough.” she clears her throat and looks at you again, tucking her hair out of her face. there’s a tug at the corner of her lips you recognize, and she’s leaning closer until her nose brushes along the line of your own when she speaks.

“i’m so drunk, right now,” tashi smiles, the glint in her eyes telling you that she's up to something. she reaches up and cups your cheek, “you’re so pretty,” she murmured, voice soft. “my pretty best friend.”

“you’ve had one drink, tash,” you remind her.

“shh. just play along. you’re drunk, too, remember?” she brings her finger to your lips. “sooo drunk.”

“totally drunk.”

“drunk enough to kiss me?”

you raise your brows, catching the way she’s staring at you. a similar look to the one she holds on the court when you stand at the other side of the net. she’s challenging you. though, she’s trying to hide it with her playful smile.

“fuck yeah, i’m so drunk right now.”

you think you kissed her first, pressing yourself forward until you closed the small space between you both, lips parted and searching. her hands quickly reach under the skirt of your (her) dress, curling around the space where your underwear meets your inner thighs.

tashi’s bottom lip slides between yours, and you sigh into her. she presses harder against your lips, the mixed flavours of the shitty drinks you’ve shared changed through heavy breaths and explored tongues.

your hand pulls on her neck, bringing her closer. she groans in reply and her eyes squeeze shut at the feel of you bringing one of your legs higher around her hip, one of her hands following your moment until her fingers grip under your knee and attach you to her, nails digging your soft skin.

she curses into the kiss when she tries pulling you even closer but knocks over a couple of cups and bottles, its contents spilling on the counter and dripping onto the floor. she kisses away your giggles, teeth meeting clumsily.

you pull away and smooth a hand over her hair, a smile growing on her lips when you notice she's still chasing after your lips with eyes shut closed.

“is this like...” you’re almost moaning against her lips, “this is a totally normal thing, right?”

tashi nods quickly, breathless, “totally normal.”

“mm, yeah, i thought so,” you say, “friends think their friends are pretty. friends kiss each other all the time.”

“oh my god, shut the fuck up.”

[bogos-bint3d]

Common argument I see: "sans is one of the hardest video game boss fights created"

Another common argument I see: "undyne the undying is actually a much more difficult fight than sans"

BY THIS LOGIC, AN ARGUMENT I HAVE NEVER SEEN IN MY LIFE BUT CLEARLY MATCHES THESE POINTS I MAKE: "undyne the undying is actually one of the hardest video game boss fights created"

[saetoru]

and before i part with you all once again i wanted to share that i have for the first time (and perhaps last time) 36 starred abyss

[cherry-treelane]

I find it so ironically funny when hardcore Debbie defenders use the defense that she was just a victimised teenage girl (agreed) and then proceed to slander Fiona and express their hatred for her character and lack of sympathy

as if being an adult magically absolves an individual of the horrifying trauma that precedes them and screws up their mentality and actions

funnily enough these people get mad at others for "expecting Debbie to be an innocent angel and hating on her for acting out as a result of trauma" (also agreed, debbie does deserve more sympathy, she can't be expected to grow up to be a perfect saint when she's been through so much) yet seem to hold Fiona to the same unattainable standards and put her on a pedestal as if she wasnt a child that was forced to intensely grow up while never actually being raised

like lets put this into perspective and remember that fiona grew up surrounded by corrupt morals and insanely screwed up behaviour yet still emerged as messed up, yes, but surprisingly good considering the situation she was in??? she had to navigate basic things such as morals and being a good, responsible person on her own. imagine how difficult it must be to lead a bunch of kids, including yourself, with no previous role model or good example of your own to follow. most of the time, she always tried to do what she thought was best and would have the most desirable outcome

[elliesbelle]

you baby gays need to woman the fuck up and instead of just calling ellie and abby “pretty,” start calling them handsome

[bonefall]

i dont mean this to spark a night vs crow debate but doesnt the ultimate guide state that nightcloud's "bitterness toward Crowfeather tainted Breezepelt with its poison" (directly quoting this). i agree that we shouldnt take crow's word on this bc hes a biased source, but the ultimate guide doesnt have a character pov. what are your thoughts on this? idk if its a retcon since its been forever since ive read the mainline. i like the idea that the two fucked up in their own ways.

Generally inaccurate and sometimes containing information that outright contradicts canon, Field Guides should considered very low in a canon hierarchy.

The same field guide completely fails to mention that Crowfeather wasn't only neglectful to Breezepelt, but actively emotionally abusive to him, and doesn't even MENTION that he suddenly blamed everything on Nightcloud.

So I DO feel justified in saying that the field guides probably did contribute in some way to how absolutely obtuse WC fans can be towards the text.

It just Makes. Shit. Up. These authors have had SHAMEFUL levels of misogynistic bias for YEARS and it's never more apparent than when they're writing bullshit summaries like "Ashfur was soo nice and sweet and only loved too much :(" and "Clear Sky was simply being fierce when he was shoving his son's face in a sloppy wound" and then turning around and saying "actually it was the nearest woman's fault"

I pull from earlier field guides as inspiration, but exclusively treat the "summary" ones as insight to what is bouncing around in the brightly colored Moonjump Castle that is the author's minds.

Like the idea that they're "both fucked up" or not, it doesn't change the fact that what the Erins put on the page was an abusive father who tries to deflect blame to his WIFE for making a bratty son, and then took the abuser's side in supporting material for years.

[dirtytransmasc]

I'm sorry but the moment Alicent decided to obey her father she knew what was going to happen she knew she would have to have sex with him and have heirs. It's the only reason viserys remarried

"decided"????

what else was she meant to do? this was a day and age where women, especially young girls were controlled by their fathers, to some if not a great extent until they were married off (children of nobles typically betrothed for political reasons not love, these betrothals arranged by their fathers to whoever they pleased and saw fit, no matter what it could mean for the daughter). was she supposed to say no? was she supposed to disobey? what could have happened to her if she did? there was no point in which she could say no, when she could disagree. she was a girl, a child, all she could do was bite her tongue and pray for a miracle, pray for Viserys to not take to her, that at the very least he would wait to get her pregnant (the fact a 14 year old had to worry about that is sickening)

she was 14, she was grieving Aemma and reliving the pain of the loss of her mother, her father gave her an order, though disguised as a suggestion, one she could not deny. it didn't mean she wanted to, it didn't mean she wanted him to marry her, it doesn't mean she would have been forced to bear heirs as a child herself (especially because Aemma died because Viserys tried to get her pregnant to young and cause long lasting health issues that eventually lead to her fatal pregnancy), it doesn't mean she wanted any of it. but she didn't have any other choice, she didn't have a choice when her father sent her to his chambers, when Viserys claimed her hand, when Viserys assumed her consent and raped her in their marital bed, when she bore multiple children before she was 18, when she had to take care of him in his illness, when she had to practically rule in his stead. women didn't have choices at the time, nine of it was s choice she could have said no to, she just had to take it, all of it, cause her father told her to and it's her duty to obey him, and then Viserys married her and it was her duty to serve him.

y'all are so quick to blame a CHILD for the actions of her father and the king himself and forgetting the time and place she was in. nothing she could have done would have spared her fate, if not bringing her a worse one.

[ctrl-lupin]

Yes, I would be very interested hearing your head canon (@tim-ribbert-56) (in response to this post)

I have decided for my personal entertainment that Clarisse de Cagliostro is related to Lupin III, and here's why.

-pulls out Arsène Lupin's Wikipedia page-

In the novel La Comtesse de Cagliostro, a young Arsène Lupin (at the time going by the name Raoul d'Andrésy) was courting Clarisse d'Etigues, a young lady of a well-to-do family, and trying to win her hand, despite her father's disapproval.

Throughout the course of the novel, Lupin meets and falls in love with Joséphine Balsamo, aka the Countess of Cagliostro, and abandons Clarisse in favour of her. To clarify, Joséphine is not actually countess of anything, she is (or claims to be) a descendant of Giuseppe Balsamo aka the Count of Cagliostro (who was also count of jack shit), a famous conman from the 18th century.

Shenanigans ensue, which I will not go into in details on, but oh my god I am insane about Raoul and Joséphine, I want to dissect them and study them under a microscope. It turns out Joséphine aka Cagliostro is evil as fuck, Raoul/Lupin realizes that and goes back to Clarisse (whom he had previously abandoned like an old sock, I fucking hate this guy), marries her, and a few years later has her kid.

Unfortunately Clarisse dies in childbirth, and Joséphine, who was still around and very very pissed at Lupin (and jealous as hell of Clarisse whom, may I mention, had never personally antagonized her in any way whatsoever, Joséphine is just fucking bonkers). Joséphine also kidnaps Lupin and Clarisse's son, Jean, and raises him as her own son. (I have not yet read the following novel The revenge of Cagliostro so I don't really know what Jean's deal is, I just know he's an antagonist).

The following is my headcanon, based on these events. In the universe of Lupin III, Joséphine Balsamo was actually countess of the small kingdom of Cagliostro (maybe Giuseppe was count, maybe he conned his way into becoming count, maybe he bought the land and built a fake kingdom with a fake history, who knows).

After the events of The revenge of Cagliostro, Jean settles down in the country of Cagliostro, gets married, has a child, and that child will later have a daughter of their own, who they name Clarisse, after their late grandmother. Clarisse de Cagliostro, of Lupin III: The Castle of Cagliostro fame, would thus be the great-grand-daughter of Arsène Lupin, making her Lupin III's cousin/niece/whatever you call this specific degree of separation.

I am choosing to make Clarisse de Cagliostro a great-granddaughter of Arsène Lupin, rather than a granddaughter, because Arsène Lupin was very young when the events I described unfolded: he is 20 years old when he meets Clarisse d'Etigues and the whole Cagliostro debacle happens, and 25 by the time Jean is born. I'm assuming he had Lupin II much later in his life. So Jean and Lupin II (half-brothers) would have a significant difference in age, and so Jean's hypothetical child (grandchild of Arsène Lupin, so of the same generation of Lupin III) would be much older than Lupin III. Clarisse de Cagliostro is younger than him, maybe around the same age if you stretch it, so she's have to be a great-grandchild.

Now I need to read The revenge of Cagliostro and study Arsène Lupin's wikipedia page in more detail to determine when exactly Lupin II was born and who his mother was. And also where Albert's family branched out, because the fact that he's called D'Andrésy should theoretically place him as a descendant of Arsène Lupin's mother but not of Arsène Lupin himself; but Jean was also going by that last name, so who fucking knows.

No I am not insane I promise, I am just a gigantic nerd.

[musical-chick-13]

I will always be thinking about how, at the end of Decision to Leave, the female lead decides to kill herself in a way that will make it harder to find her body--because this way, the male lead, despite his distrust and complicated feelings toward her, will be more likely to continue thinking about her because he won't know what happened. In some sense, she'll remain a mystery; and in doing so, she might be able to keep her place in his thoughts (and, by extension, his heart).

That's just...that's so fucking bleak, man.

[akqrus]

You love that female character bc shes cool and cute, I love her bc her character psychology is so good and I need to study her like a fucking insect.

WE ARE NOT THE SAME.

[marklikely]

like that l.a. times article is rightfully being dragged through the mud so maybe my complaining is redundant. but i think if you wrote "maybe barbie would get a nomination if she survived a mass murder plot" you should never be allowed to write again