. . . 𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢

@ 𝘮𝘰𝘮, 𝘢𝘮 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨? ๑♬ wlw

[m0kkk-a]

𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢 !!! - # 𝚠𝚕𝚠 . . .!

" ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sᴇᴛ ғɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ."

ʚ 𝒎𝒂̊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 - 𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒚𝒆 - 𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒊𝒅 - 𝒂𝒍𝒏𝒔𝒕. . . ɞ

ᴴᶦˡˡˢ ʳᵒˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ, ᶦ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶦᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵐʸ ʷᵃʸ

- ." 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞" - 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

- ."𝐋𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡" - 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝

- ."𝐋𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡" - 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

."𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚" - 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐣 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

[celuere]

“Why on earth are you sniffing our baby like a maniac.“ you asked, eyes narrowed at Arlecchino being unable to take her nose out of the little hair your baby has on top.

“Because she smells good.“

“Right, she smelled fantastic when she unleashed hell in her diaper earlier.“

“You hear that? Your Mother thinks you don’t smell good. I would like to object.“ She mumbles to the three-month-old baby in her arms before tiny hands come up to hold onto her face. A sickening sweet smile slowly appearing on your daughter‘s face.

She was surely melting. There is no way she survives this.

“I can hear you. And for the record, I don’t think she smells bad. I just don’t think she smells particularly good after soaking her body in poo.“

“I‘m smelling her hair. Her hair is perfectly free of any poo.“

“Who knows for how long…“

Man. You used to talk about what dress you should wear to the next function. And now you’re arguing about your newborn‘s scent.

But when you look at the way your husband’s eyes soften as your daughter takes her thumb into her grip, paired with the happy laughter… This wasn’t a downgrade. Quite the opposite.

“I want at least ten more.“ You put down the book you were just reading moments ago. Your spouse merely blinked at you.

“Ten? Why don’t we wait until this one knows how to walk on her own first…”

“I will take you up on that offer, mark my words.”

But on the other side… another nine months of taking care of her pregnant wife… running warm baths for her… giving massages every evening… carrying pregnant wife to bed… fulfilling pregnant wife‘s cravings…

„Why are you nodding to yourself?“

„Nothing. Just… thinking about tomorrow’s weather.“

[princessfemme333]

Oh to be sat on a pretty girl’s lap as she has her hand in between my thighs waiting for me to ask for her to touch me 🙏🙏

(Pretty pretty please happen to me)

[idraw4fun]

acheron perhaps please? or feixiao

Yummy peach 🍑

[rinthecap]

I'm sick *cough cough*

[idraw4fun]

mavuika in her unofficial muscular hoyofair outfit 🫣

study

horizontal view

[infctedly]

caitlyn adores watching you get off !

cw — dom!cait, sub!r, mommy kink, praise, light bondage, squirting, dildo use, rushed ending aka no conclusion because i'm tired </3

"pick up the pace just a bit, darling." caitlyn hummed calmly, slowly swirling a glass of dark red wine in her hand. "go on."

she slightly tilted her head, peering down at you with an expectant look. she leaned back on the velvet chair she sat on, one leg crossed over the other while you were seated on the floor right in front of her — completely naked and just about ready to pass out from exhaustion. the restraints that firmly held your hands together behind your back were beginning to burn your wrists from writhing too much.

you had been slowly bouncing yourself on a dildo for the past twenty minutes per caitlyn's instructions, your thighs burning from how long she had you in this position. the thick toy was constantly rubbing against your insides, enough to make you whine but not nearly enough to make you see stars in the way caitlyn could.

you wanted to stop and give up so bad; to have caitlyn pick you up and fuck you herself on the smooth silk sheets of her bed. but you knew better than to do anything other than what caitlyn specifically said, you were always so good for her. of course you were. you adored the way she'd softly coo those sweet, sweet praises at you whenever you obeyed, and tonight wouldn't be any different.

"m-mommy ..." you whimpered tiredly, gazing up at her pathetically as warm tears prickled the corners of your eyes from both frustration and pleasure.

"i know, sweetheart. i know. just a little bit longer for mommy, okay? you're already doing so good for me ..." caitlyn murmurs softly, her eye trained on the way the dark purple toy disappeared inside you each time you sank down on it. your wetness had made a small, sticky mess beneath you on the polished flooring of her bedroom, creating a distinct plap noise every time your bare ass came into contact with the floor.

suffice it to say, it didn't take much longer for her to start feeling a little bad for you, considering your pitiful display.

"oh, does my little bird need help?" caitlyn purred. you nodded quickly, to which she leaned over and set her glass of wine down on the nearby table.

"up here, my love." she gently pats her lap and you waste no time getting up, despite the wobble in your knees. she promptly undoes the restraints on your wrists, sighing softly in relief as you set yourself down on her lap. the feeling of her warm, clothed chest pressed against your back made you melt into her embrace immediately; anything was better than sitting on that cold, hard floor.

"you must be so tired, hm? poor thing ... mommy will make it better." she whispers against your ear, gently caressing your soft thighs. she spreads your legs wide open, her lithe fingers slowly trailing down and feeling your sopping pussy. "look at you," she almost chuckles, "so, so needy."

after grabbing the dildo off the floor, she aligns the tip with your entrance and slowly sinks it back in with ease, to which you shakily grasp at the armrest of the chair. she starts off at a medium pace, gradually quickening in response to your cute whimpers and pleas. she had the toy angled just right, hitting your g-spot consistently.

you trembled in her hold, eyes glassy from the perfect way caitlyn kept fucking the dildo into you. "f-fuuck, mommy!" you cried loudly, which prompts her to reach down with her other hand and begin rubbing fast little circles on your neglected clit.

the dual stimulation along with the pressure that was building in your lower tummy was enough to make your eyes roll back, more wanton moans slipping past your lips as you quickly began to approach your high.

"g-gonna .. i'm gonna— mgh! c-come .. ! please, please —"

you were barely able to utter a coherent sentence when she gently shushed you, continuing her ministrations until you eventually came hard — getting your juices all over you, caitlyn, the chair, and the floor.

you quivered uncontrollably from the intensity of your orgasm as caitlyn carefully slid the toy out of you and set it aside, quickly tending to you and your needs.

"good girl, there's my good girl ... you did so well for me ..." she cooed quietly, keeping your body held firmly against hers as you slowly began to recover, nearly falling asleep right there on your girlfriend's chest.

[angelicaero]

( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) robin fingers you in the back alley just to see you fall apart feet away from the crew. nsfw.

The narrow alley smelled of salt and damp stone, the kind of forgotten gap between market stalls that no one bothered to check twice. Just beyond its mouth—barely ten feet away—the rest of the Straw Hats were loud and oblivious. Luffy’s voice carried over the crowd as he argued with a fishmonger over the price of meat, Zoro’s low grunt answered something Nami said about the map, Usopp was dramatically haggling for rope, Franky was already hauling a crate of cola back toward the ship, laughing. None of them knew you were both here in the shadows.

Robin’s body pinned yours gently but firmly against the rough wall, her tall frame shielding you from any stray glance. One of her hands rested innocently on your hip, as if she were simply steadying you after a long walk. The other, meanwhile, was already under the hem of your skirt, two long fingers buried knuckle-deep inside your soaked pussy.

“Shh, shh, shhh...” she murmured against your ear, voice velvet and amused, the same calm tone she used when explaining ancient Poneglyphs. “They’re right there, darling. Wouldn’t want to draw attention, now would we?”

Her fingers curled slowly, deliberately, pressing against that sweet spot that made your knees buckle and your brow furrow. You bit your lip hard enough to taste blood, hips twitching forward into her desperately for more, and even if you did get more from her, you'd still be begging for days to stay in this moment of bliss. She rewarded you by sliding a third finger in, stretching you open with practiced ease. The wet sound of her pumping in and out was obscene in the quiet alley, louder than it had any right to be.

Robin’s breath was warm on your neck. “You’re dripping down my wrist already,” she whispered, almost conversational. “So eager. Did you get this wet the moment I pulled you in here, or have you been thinking about it since we docked?”

You couldn’t answer, not with words; instead, a broken whimper slipped out. Robin’s thumb found your swollen clit and circled it lazily, matching the slow, filthy rhythm of her fingers fucking into you. Your walls clenched around her, greedy, desperate, and she hummed in approval.

"That's a good girl, see? Being quiet isn't that hard when you know I'll reward you handsomely." She purred, pressing deeper inside you when you muttered her name under you breath like a prayer, scissoring her fingers while her thumb kept its relentless pressure on your clit.

You were trembling more now, thighs shaking, one hand fisted in the front of her blouse, the thought of keeping your composure long out the window as soon as yoy let a soft moan slip past your lips. Your other hand flew up to cover your mouth as she crooked her fingers again, hitting that perfect angle over and over. The coil in your belly tightened fast—too fast. You were going to come right here, with the entire crew twenty steps away, completely unaware. "Robin..." You whined in hopes she'd hear your broken pleas to finish this in private.

Robin simply leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “That’s it. Let me feel you fall apart on my fingers. Quietly, now. Can you do that for me?”

Her pace quickened, just enough. Three fingers thrusting deep, thumb rubbing tight little circles, her breasts pressing against you as she kept you trapped between her body and the wall. The risk, the heat, the way she was so effortlessly in control while the others laughed and shouted just out of sight—it all crashed over you at once.

You came hard, biting down on your own knuckles to muffle the cry that tried to rip out of you. Your pussy spasmed around her fingers, soaking her hand, your thighs. Robin didn’t stop, drawing it out, milking every last shudder until your vision whited out and your legs nearly gave way.

Only then did she slowly withdraw, trying to salvage all of you before bringing her glistening fingers up between you. She held your gaze as she slid them into her mouth, licking them clean with deliberate, lazy strokes of her tongue before she pulled them out with a pop.

“Delicious,” she whispered, eyes dark with promise. She smoothed your skirt back down with both hands, then pressed a soft, almost chaste kiss to your forehead. “Fix your face, darling. We still have supplies to buy.” She stepped back and held your hand as you both exited the alley. Conveniently, Luffy happily jumped up to you both with a wide grin.

“Robin! There you are! We got everything—wait, you okay? You look kinda flushed.” His brow furrowed and, if anything, looked concerned with his finger tapping his chin in thought.

Robin smiled that serene, unreadable smile of hers and rested a hand lightly on your lower back, guiding you ahead of her as she looked over at Luffy. “Just the heat,” she said smoothly. “Shall we head back to the ship?”

As you walked out into the sunlight on shaky legs, her fingers—still slightly damp—brushed teasingly against your ass. The crew chattered around you, none the wiser to you both sneaking away. But Robin’s low voice in your ear, meant for you alone, sent another shiver down your spine. It always did.

“Next time,” she promised, “I’ll use my other hands too. Try not to scream tonight, alright? Wouldn't want to wake up the crew, now would we?”

©angelicaero - please don’t copy or translate my works. reblogging, commenting and liking my posts on tumblr are okay and are encouraged!!

[angeltoend]

angel!reader who finds complete comfort in miss nico robin herself after joining the strawhat crew.

you can find her in the sunny’s library with robin, cuddled up to her side or floating above the taller woman as she reads to her.

she floats around the shelves, fingertips dragging along the books for robin to read to her. her hands landed on a thin spined book, white with pink and green lettering. “the princess and the pea”.

“this one..” she murmured to herself as she picked it off by shelf, fluttering wings bringing her back to robin.

“what did you pick, [ʚɞ]?”

she hummed, moving back to the floor to curl up into her side on the floor. she pushed the book into robins hands, finger tracing the cover in a sleepy silence.

“the princess and the pea? this is a good one.”

as robin started to read, she slowly drifted off to sleep. nobody was immune to that honeyed voice that was like the ears version of melatonin. soon enough, angel was knocked out with her cheek squished against robin’s shoulder.

robins hand carded through the winged girls hair and her reading came to a pause.

“falling asleep this easily i know who wouldn’t end up princess in this story.”

a/n from angelayyy: this was originally gonna be a zorobin x reader but ended up just being robin. anyway hope you enjoyed ☺️

[requiemdesreves]

SUGARMOMMY!CAITLYN HEADCANONS

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who remembers the exact day she met you, the clothes you were wearing, and the strange twist in her stomach when you smiled at her for the first time.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who loves spending time with you beyond the sex, who genuinely enjoys your presence.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who prefers giving you cash even though transfers are faster; you notice the way her eyes darken whenever she sees you on her bed, in your underwear or with nothing on at all, counting her money that’s yours now.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who never takes anything as a joke, especially when it comes to you.

One night, joking around, you posted something on your insta story saying you needed 500 dollars to buy ice cream.

Not even ten minutes passed before she called you.

“Were you sleeping, darling?” Her voice sounds soft over the phone, her posh accent thicker, maybe from exhaustion.

“I was about to,” you answer with a small smile.

“Would you mind coming over to my house?” she asks, and you know that even though she’s asking, she expects you to say yes. “To give me a goodnight kiss.”

Even when you tell her it’s too late to be out on the street, she says her driver was already on the way to your house.

Caitlyn wanted a goodnight kiss, yes. But after you give it to her, you notice that wicked shine in her eyes. “There’s a gift for you on the nightstand.” And it’s a stack of hundreds waiting for you. “For your ‘ice cream.’”

You let out a little laugh. “I was joking, you know?”

She shrugs. “Doesn’t matter.”

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who keeps track of you every second of the day. Even though she says your relationship is just transactional, she can’t stop thinking about you. Flooding you with messages like “good morning, darling. i’ll pick you up in an hour, i want to see you before work.” “have you eaten yet?” “how’s your day going?”

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who eats your pussy like it’s her last meal. She loves pleasing you and takes her sweet time doing it.

Your legs are thrown over her shoulders while she gives you a “massage.” Well, that’s how it started, but her lips accidentally found your clit. Caitlyn always starts soft, little kisses against your mound. “you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, darling,” slips from her lips while her first lick is slow, gentle, just to watch your reaction. “and you taste delicious too.”

The funny thing is you both moan, Caitlyn louder than you. “better than any meal i’ve ever had.”

She can spend forever teasing you, keeping you right on the edge. She smiles when your hands tug at her hair without measuring your strength, she doesn’t care, she loves it.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth, princess? But it’s so hard to let you go, you look so pretty needy.”

At this point she’s basically talking to herself because the only things leaving your lips are whines and moans that make her even wetter.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who shows you off and takes care of you like you’re a jewel, precious, because you are, you’re HER precious girl. She has you as her lock screen, a picture of the two of you at the beach on her computer, and if anyone asks, she smiles. “that’s my girl.” And even though it’s unnecessary, she always puts emphasis on the “my.”

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who gives you an extension of her credit card because she “trusts you,” when really she doesn’t care how much you spend or what you spend it on. But if it’s clothes, you have to model every single outfit for her and she enjoys it like it’s a real show.

She’s sitting on the couch in her house, a glass of whiskey in her hands. She takes a slow sip while looking at you like she wants to devour you.

“Give me a little turn, darling,” Caitlyn demands, fingers motioning in the direction she wants you to spin. “That’s it, just like that.” You can hear the desire in her voice, the satisfaction of knowing you’re doing this only for her.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who loves trying new things with you and never imagined she’d enjoy watching you suck her strap this much. But there’s something so erotic about it, the way you look at her while doing it, how your eyes never leave hers for even a second, not even when she grabs more of your hair, pushing her hips upward, smirking whenever you choke even a little.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who rarely lets you top, but when she’s exhausted or especially needy, she gives herself to you without hesitation. She’s vocal, way more than you expected, and ridiculously sensitive, always asking to be cuddled afterward.

𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who’s always cold, but some nights, when work overwhelms her or she misses her mother, she calls you without thinking.

“I need you, darling,” is all she says, and you know exactly what’s wrong.

Those nights, she lies beside you, just looking at you at first, stroking your hair, kissing your face. Even though she’s the one who needs comfort, what really gives it to her is the warmth of your body.

“You’re an angel,” she murmurs shyly, hiding her face in your neck, hugging you timidly. “Just stay like this with me all night. Please.”

✦ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @youdoyou-andiwilldome, @cherry-kissesxox, @poeticrenaissance, @mxchi-mxxn, @sevikas-whore, @gh00styyy, @cutflwr, @gabrielthethird, @lonerslug, @willsloveshergf, @sasseffect, @caithalle, @celinealways, @mairisms, @lilas712, @mseilishmwah, @monroesg1rl, @rawrspacecat, @macamilarofe, @bb-cookiee, @thatredheadloserlesbian, @rudymoon, @naexdreams, @caitlyns-left-mountain

[youngmikosource]

YOUNG MIKO - BIAF (2026)

[dailycaitvi]

the 2026 nuclear family

[the-efemmeral]

i just want to fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck

[yanxxi]

○ SPECTRAL AND SPICY ○

- the series!

(Ghost! Daniela Avanzini x Fem Reader!)

- Moving into your dream house felt like a fresh start. Until you met Daniela, the incredibly vibrant, annoyingly hot, and very much ghostly previous owner who's haunting your kitchen like it's her personal runway. Oh, and right, did I mention that she's also technically in a coma, her spirit tethered to your new home with absolute zero memory of how she got there?

So, now, you're stuck, unraveling why Daniela's a ghost (and why she won't stop flirting), and getting her back to her body. All while trying not to lose your mind with this incredibly handsy (even for a spirit) Latina ghost constantly by your side.

______ □ ☆ □ ______

 ___________________________________

tw: a spicy ghost on the loose!

- Welcome to the Haunting (Please Sign Your Lease)

- My Ghost Can't Be This Hot (Can She?)

- The Case of the Missing Memories (and Your Sanity)

- Poltergeist or Flirt-ergeist?

- Family Secrets & Spectral Sightings

- The Big Slip-Up (Literally)

- Ghosting Me For Good

- Hey, Remember Me?

______

• (intense romance) • (paranormal comedy) • (slow burn) ● (fluff)

______

taglist: @bandaidss320 @burnttoast7272 @thegingerkurd @zhivaxo @inluvwthmoms @cazeeee @kpopluver167 @mxzziexp @ijustlovemaths @rxdeleon09 @mouselyn @kimlipimsingle @rosier9

[meiyokstarr-deactivated20260527]

WHO IS THIS GIRL?? ✞ ˳.⋅ ̩͙

TATTOO ARTIST! LARA.RAJ ྐ꒰͡†

𓐇˚ִִ𓈒 ۫ SYN 𖢖 ꒰꒰ dj & model fem! reader with tattoo artist! lara raj ꒱꒱

⊹ ₊ ݁.. ݁ moodboard 𖢖

﹕©meiyokstarr

𓄸 ꒰꒰ notes bringing back tattoo artist! lara :) chat im at the dentist meef so scared i want my girlfriend here pls this is also posting on queue love u guys . GUYS THE DENTIST WAS A W

𓄸 ꒰꒰ divider creds @chrisssiren

꒰꒰ taglist ➳ @sani-sunny @msblonded @wtfisthisnoclueman @cazeeee @bootsnic @enhoonxx @reiziji @skz-xii @av4nzini @lararajjs @sp1key0 @meiyoksrose @aoeiurgnmddk @marvelwomen-simp @sturnsbunny @trintrillakilla @bitchesbrokenpromises @folivers @skiendielific @yournextdooralien @mayzini @meganzslut @x-d4cvalentine-x @eyekonic18 @dallssi

𓈒⋆♱ if you wanna be added or removed pls comment down here , drop by in my inbox 📥 or text me!!

[danielasslut]

Is she in heat????

[jaikoyucky]

Hidden Desires

Oneshot

Summary: You come home late after hanging out with Lonnie and she's jealous.

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: angst? Idk, not proofread and unresolved feelings. Doesn't follow the descendants plot, let's all pretend they all still share dorms okay pookies?

A/N: made this in 3am when I randomly got a brain fart, 10 yr old me would be so proud of embracing my gayness for Evie, also so glad the fandom is alive again.

The cool night air nipped at your skin as you tiptoed towards yours, Evie's and Mal's dorm—though, considering Mal mostly slept at her boyfriend Ben's dorm, it might as well have been yours and Evie's. But Tonight, you prayed for her presence, a silent plea to the universe to spare you Evie's wrath for your tardiness. Holding your breath, you gently turned the door handle, feeling a cold shiver run down your spine. You nearly sighed in relief when you found it unlocked, but your efforts to sneak in quietly went to waste as the door suddenly swung open, blowing stray hairs out of your face. Your heart pounded as it revealed, Evie. Her striking blue hair seemed to amplify the icy coldness of her expression

"Where have you been?" The dark blue-haired woman spoke in a flat voice, her expression stony. You knew what this meant.

Or did you?

Your body went slack under her intense gaze like a deer caught in headlights.

There was a strange contrast between her imposing figure and the ethereal glow cast upon her by the moonlight filtering through the window. She looked... Hot breathtakingly beautiful- You're doing it again! A wave of heat flushed your face as you shook your head to clear your thoughts and quickly averted your gaze to look over her shoulder, spotting one lit lamp and no sign of the purple-haired girl. You cursed under your breath and looked back at Evie. Your breath hitched as she tilted her head, eyes half-lidded, expecting an answer.

You sighed and finally gave in. "Me and Lonnie were hanging out at her dorm... and I didn't realize how late it got."

"Of course, you were at her place again." Evie rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"You were supposed to help me tonight. You promised." she reminded you, and you missed the slight quiver in her voice.

"I'm so, so sorry, Vie! I got really caught up in—" your mind raced, trying to find a plausible excuse. 'You got really caught up in ranting your growing feelings for Evie to Lonnie,' your inner voice taunted.

Crossing your arms against the chill of the hallway, you wondered if it was the cold seeping into your bones or Evie's icy glare that made you shiver, or maybe both.

As if sensing your discomfort, she grabbed your arm and dragged you into the room, slamming the door behind you. Your body gradually warmed, but Evie's cold stare remained fixed on you.

She turned away with a sigh, heading towards her bed. There, she grabbed a stylish blue jacket accented with black before returning to hand it to you. Hesitantly, you slipped it on, finding solace in its warmth and the lingering scent of her.

"I can still help," you offered, your gaze wandering over her surprisingly tidy desk. It was odd. Usually, it was a chaotic mess of patterned papers, colorful threads, and half-finished projects. She always cleaned up the next day.

Weird.

"It's fine. You should rest. You look exhausted from whatever you and Lonnie were up to," she said, her voice dripping with barely concealed disdain. You didn't notice it though, of course you didn't.

Had their fencing match really been that intense? You attempted to fix your hair, though you doubted it made a difference. A vivid memory surfaced of your earlier debacle with Lonnie, where you’d spent the entire session hitting her with the blade while rambling about Evie, all on the misguided advice that it would help.

Clearly, it hadn't.

"Vie, are you okay?" You ventured deeper into the room, her eyes holding an unreadable emotion.

"Yes,"

"Are you sure? You don't look it. If it's about not being able to help you like I promised, I'm really sorry, Vie. I'll make it up to you, I swear! I'll even make Lonnie—"

"Yes! I'm sure!" she interrupted, plopping down on her bed. "Sleep."

"Alright...if you say so," you muttered, letting the matter drop. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you flopped onto the bed beside hers. You rolled onto your back, facing Evie's turned form.

Five minutes later, sleep remained elusive. You tossed and turned, counting imaginary sheep to no avail. Frustration gnawed at you. Opening your eyes again, you found Evie still restless, her body shifting as she searched for a comfortable position. With a creak of the bed, you gave up and stood up.

You hesitated, biting your lip as you leaned towards her seemingly sleeping form. A gentle tap on her shoulder was your next move. This couldn't be weird, right? You two had done this countless times as kids. You're doing this platonically, Right?

"Can I-" Your words were cut short as a strong hand yanked you onto the bed beside her. She rolled over, facing away from you, a muffled "yes you may" escaping her lips. Relief washed over you as you slid under the covers. Her warmth was comforting, a familiar sensation that brought back memories of countless childhood nights spent huddled together against the cold. This was how it was supposed to be, you realized. You'd do anything to preserve this moment, even if it meant burying your growing feelings deep down. For now, this was enough.

Evie turned to face you, a soft smile playing on her lips as she watched you sleep. Your mouth was slightly open, and you were snoring lightly. A fleeting thought crossed her mind, a dangerous impulse to kiss you. But it was quickly dismissed as she reached out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. a gentle gesture that belied the turmoil within her.

Her mind raced back to earlier. Why were you so insistent on spending time with Lonnie? What could she possibly have that Evie didn't? She was prettier, smarter—well, at least in her own mind. And yet, you'd broken your promise to help her with her shop, a lie she'd made just to keep you close. It was a desperate plea, a transparent attempt to cling to your presence. Was she jealous? The thought was absurd. She didn't like you...or did she? No, it was just protectiveness, pure and simple. If only you knew how she truly felt.

Her gaze drifted to your lips, and she found herself tracing their outline with her thumb. A wave of fear washed over her. What if you left her once you discovered her feelings? The thought of losing your friendship was unbearable. She would do anything to maintain this fragile balance, even if it meant burying her emotions deep within.

I might or might not make a part two idk