#quotev writer

[lavenoorwarning]

Hello. I made this account to spread awareness on lavenoor. I don't want anyone to be harrassed; I made this to share my experience and shed light on what happened to me.

Warning for talk of grooming in the document.

lavenoor

Hello. I’m writing this to spread awareness on Noor, formerly known as Violet on Quotev and Tumblr. Her current URL is lavenoor, and her pas

[gamegedon900]

Tabi devlog be like

Tabi Summer Devlog! (July 5th, 2026)

Tabi Summer Devlog! (July 5th, 2026) Hello everyone! It has been quite a bit since we had released a proper dev-log regarding the progress

Seeing my GOAT come back a second time, seeing him get a devlog and seeing what the devs are cooking up.... it fills me with nothing more then pure happiness.

Also Tabi and Sky are friends and Tabi's lowkey being directed by Sky's owners let's fucking gooooooooooo!

[fruitcoral]

Hello everyone,

Sorry that this isn't an update.

But, I am a small author on Quotev that goes by the username INTERTSELLAER. People call me Peachy.

Anyways, I am speaking out regarding the unlawful and borderline illegal actions that the devs of Quotev have been taking towards Kikyo and many other authors.

First, lets start off with Kikyo. It's been known that the devs have an issue with Kikyo and its due to somebody who is affiliated with them having a problem with her. For practically years now, they have been targeting Kikyo and making sure that she was silenced. They deleted books from peoples librarys, removed her from the index, and have been claiming her stories violate community guidelines. They dont. They are so fast with targeting kikyo and anyone affiliated with her but dont target AI authors such as Mien.

Second of all, many authors that have mentioned and brought awareness of the situation Kikyo is facing, have been banned. Not only deactivated, but have had their IP banned. At first, it may not seem like this, but a fairly new author to quotev published a fic inspired by love island. Again, they were a new author but unfortunately they have gotten banned after dedicating a chapter to the devs unfair actions towards Kikyo. A friend of mine also had gotten banned but I will not mention his name due to his request. So if you know an author who has spoken about this situation on quotev, I recommend commenting on their books or activity to make them aware that they might be the devs next target. This could be considered speculation, but the motive behind their actions is as clear as day when you realize that every author, new or old, have been targeted by the devs the moment they speak out or are in association with Kikyo.

I dont want to cause fear, but unfortunately it is something that is happening.

There is a possibility that I as well, will be banned due to bringing awareness and if it happens, just know that what they are doing is illegal. Not only did they get rid of the activity feed the moment people started bringing awareness about the genocide in Palestine, now they're targeting individuals who are speaking out.

Please be careful everyone. If you're an author, please save all of your fics in another site or in an app like google docs. Heck, even Microsoft Word.

Quotev Devs are egotistical assholes who have been riding their high and abusing their power. Again, what they are doing isn't right.

Spread awareness. Speak out. But be careful. Please. I can't stress this enough.

Small edit:

When you search up Kikyo's account, you are given the following 'reason' behind the ban, as seen in the image below. This isnt true. My friend that also got banned, received almost the same reason as to why she was banned when you search up her account. Again, this is entirely false. They are trying to come up with a 'valid' reason when in reality, all they're doing is lying and borderline slandering Kikyo.

[seka-is-nolixs-wife]

yyeee

@humixdd @scarletfry37

So,the book where Umbra may have brief appearances is in the famous process called Rewrite

𝕿𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝕺𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆 / a OC related book

A story that talks about the daily life of the Sunstone Mafia , their internal issues and more. They aren't just like any mafia,they're full

This is the book,however,Umbra does not appear until chapter 6.

And considering this is a collaborative book (bc i wanted to add my friends OCS into it) it might take a while to update

But,anyway,if this book gets enough views after some chapters are published I might make it a blog here or a QNA in Quotev:3

[marsatzfiction]

the only girl id shag is Seonghwa in drag // Seongjoong smutshot MDNI

basically my best friend wanted me to write a fic based off of the song Andrew in Drag about these two. So i did. Subtop!Hongjoong x Powerbottom!Seonghwa

CONTENT WARNING: smut, but with plot. Porn with plot. Contains: anal fingering, blowjobs, rough sex, two rounds, creampies (wrap it before you tap it), dacryphilia, aftercare, begging, masturbation, strong language, lots of praise and begging, Seonghwa in a skirt <3

    "What's your type?" This "Who do you like?" That. Hongjoong was fucking sick of all of the questions. He didn't exactly know what he liked, what he wanted. But one thing he did know one thing he liked. He didn't know why he liked it, why it got him going the way it did, but here he was again in his studio with music blasting so no one could hear him. 

  "God, you always do this..." Hongjoong gritted out between pants of breath, "those fucking heels they put you in... the dresses...hah... fuck they should leave you like that forever." 

  The bottom of his shirt was caught between his teeth, jeans taut around his knees. His eyes were closed tight, hand moving almost furiously up and down his cock. "I hope they never cut your hair again and they always put you in...ngh...dainty...little...clothes!" Hongjoong suddenly jerked in his seat, cum spurting across his stomach and chest. His hand was left sticky, panting as his cock fell soft in his fingers.

     Standing, Hongjoong let his jeans fall to the floor so he could hobble around his studio and find tissues to clean himself up. He sat back down eventually, boxers and tshirt feeling to stuffy on his sweat damp skin. 

  "Dammit..." Hongjoong groaned, head falling back. "You always make me like this, Seonghwa." He sighed out, letting his eyes flutter shut at the thought of the older man.  

  "You don't have a clue what I'd do to get you." He mumbled, shaking his head. 

☆☆☆☆☆

    "We go on in ten dammit, hurry up!" Hongjoong shouted, practically bounding around the greenroom to adjust his clothes in random mirrors and help the rest of the members with whatever issues they had with mics and hair. 

    "Hongjoong! Joong, Captain!" Hongjoong whipped around at the sound of his voice, bouncing face first into the members shoulder. When he looked up, he was met with the big, round brown eyes of Seonghwa.

    "Can you help? The stylists are busy with the others, I need this ribbon tied." Seonghwa asked, eyes positively desperate, lips formed in a soft pout. Hongjoong's stomach flipped at the sight. He nodded and finally looked down at Seonghwa's outfit. 

  The shirt was giving the illusion of being sheer, a shade of shimmery blue. It ruffled around the wrists and was tucked into a pair of highwaisted black slacks. A corset held it all together, making Seonghwa's waist appear slimmer than it already was. Hongjoong's breath caught in his throat, eyes trailing up the shirt to the open chest, staring for a moment. 

    "O-oh, yeah, sorry, yes, I can, turn around." Hongjoong stuttered, reaching out when Seonghwa turned. He took the ribbon the was looped through the back of the corset and pulled, tightening it more than he meant to. 

  "A-ah, Joong, too tight!" Seonghwa whined. The sound was absolutely delightful to Hongjoong. He loosed the corset a touch and tied a lopsided bow to keep it there.     Hongjoong kept his hands on it so he could stare for longer, lingering on Seonghwa's slim arms and shoulders before he looked down at his waist and thighs. He took a deep breath and let go finally. "Sorry, it's a bit crooked." Why did he only think Seonghwa was attractive to him... sexually when he wore feminine clothes? 

  Seonghwa turned back around and ran a hand through his long platinum hair, shaking the waves out. Hongjoong wanted to touch it. "It can be crooked. Gives it character. Atiny might find it endearing." He said with a grin, plush lips glossy. Then he reached out and gently patted Hongjoong's hand with his own lace gloved one. "But thank you. It wasn't gonna get tied if you didn't do it."  

  The nod Hongjoong gave in return was short and stiff. Then finally the time clicked to where it needed to be and the group migrated to the stage, crowd screaming. Hongjoong wasn't focused on Atiny today, though. Seonghwa looked to pretty for him to focus on them. 

  Afterwards, they were all shouting and clapping as they filled the greenroom up, shoving each other playfully. Everyone glistened with a layer of sweat, panting from the over exertion of dancing. 

  Hongjoong took his in ears out, putting his head mic on the nearest table before flopping onto a couch. He unbuttoned his shirt just a bit, fanning himself off when a weight slid next to him. 

  "Nice job out there. You looked good." Seonghwa stated from Hongjoong's left side, undoing his corset to sling it off and toss it in a pile of jackets that the others left. When Hongjoong looked over, he finally noticed that the shirt Seonghwa wore was sheer, but only in the right lighting. His eyes trailed down, staring at the slim abs and small waist and hips. Hongjoong felt his dick stir in his jeans, propping his leg up to hide himself. 

   "Thanks. You looked good too. Your stability when you sing and dance is admirable." Hongjoong replied, trying to sound calm, like he wasn't thinking about bending Seonghwa over in that pretty shirt and seeing what he wore beneath his slacks.

    A silence lingered between them, Seonghwa's head tilted back tiredly as he caught his breath and sipped water. Hongjoong was staring when he wasn't looking, watching the sweat gleam on Seonghwa's collarbone and chest and throat. "Hongjoong." Seonghwa suddenly spoke, voice dropping lower than Hongjoong had expected. 

  "Um.. yeah?"

    "Meet me in my room tonight. I want your opinion on an outfit."  

  Hongjoong's eyes widened, his hands twitching in his lap. Holy fuck. He gave a small nod, choosing to agree than to turn him down. It sounded perfectly fine, an outfit he wanted to show off. Hongjoong thought that sounded fine. He'd go look, say how it looked on Seonghwa, and go back to his own room. 

    Right? 

  That little 'right' was what got Hongjoong sitting on Seonghwa's bed, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. His leg bounced nervously as he waited, picking at the nail polish on his ring finger. He wasn't exactly sure what this outfit was going to consist of but it made it a little bit more exciting to not know. Then, the bathroom door clicked. 

    "So. I was debating wearing this over a long sleeve and a pair of slacks because I think it'd be sexy classy. Thoughts?"

     Hongjoong was gagged as the kids would say. When he looked up from his hands, Seonghwa was the most breathtaking man he'd ever seen, platinum hair mussed from the changing process. He wore a pair of extremely tight boy short panties, a little see through sparkly skirt, and a cropped skin tight see through little tank top thing Hongjoong couldn't exactly name.

     "Holy fuck..." Hongjoong barely gasped the words, speechless. So gone. He stared at the soft, feminine curves of Seonghwa's hips and thighs, the slight swell of his chest from his muscles, the gentle muscles of his arms. Then his gaze fell more sinfully, in spots he shouldn't be looking. He blinked a little. 

    "So... I take it you like it?" Seonghwa asked, crossing his arms as he flushed slightly. Hongjoong gave a quick nod. 

  "God, yes, I do, I really do... Why didn't you show me it over the other pieces of the outfit you wanted to wear with it?" Hongjoong asked in return, snapping his eyes up to Seonghwa's. He looked gorgeous like this, so pretty. It made Hongjoong almost tear up. 

    Seonghwa gave a small shrug, adjusting the skirt by its frilly lace edge. "I dunno. Guess I just wanted you to see me like this." He decided, fiddling with his fingers to distract from Hongjoong's gaze.

     "Thank you!" Hongjoong blurted out so suddenly that Seonghwa's eyes widened in surprise. "Thank you, fuck, thank you, I don't deserve to see you like this, God, thank you."  

  Something burned in the pit of Seonghwa's stomach. Need for whatever Hongjoong was being whiny about. When he finally chose to glance down, he saw the tent in Hongjoong's pajama pants. He hummed softly and walked over, standing above Hongjoong. Reaching out, he gently traced the line of Hongjoong's jaw, tilting his head up. 

    "Do you need help with that, Joong?" Seonghwa murmured, voice so unnervingly soft and sweet that it made Hongjoong's knees shake. But it didn't stop him from whispering a small, pleading yes. Seonghwa's soft lips curled into a smile, leaning in to gently kiss Hongjoong. The noise that left the captains throat was unholy and immediatly swallowed by Seonghwa when he deepened the kiss. Their lips moved in tandem, Hongjoong's lips parting for their tongues to meet. It was slow, deep, making Hongjoong's hands tremble from the tenderness of it. They found Seonghwa's waist, holding the curve, squeezing gently to pull him closer.

     They parted for only a moment, only for Hongjoong to strip his tshirt off. He stopped Seonghwa when he tried to take the skimpy thing off his torso.

     "Don't. Leave it on, I want to have you like this." Hongjoong whispered desperately, reaching up to cup the barely there curve of Seonghwa's chest. Seonghwa gave a soft chuckle but complied.

    Seonghwa kissed down the side of Hongjoong's jaw, down his neck and collarbone, sucking small marks into the skin. The further down he went, the more whimpery Hongjoong got, the more desperate his groping became. The feeling of Seonghwa's skin under his fingers made his cock twitch almost painfully. 

  The actions stopped when Seonghwa's lips stopped at the waistband of the pajama pants. He could feel faint hair there and the hardness of Hongjoong's abs. Then he glanced up, eyes big and round and so strangely innocent as he asked to take the pants off with just his gaze. 

   "Please, yes, yes, please touch me." Hongjoong pleaded, fingers dragging through Seonghwa's soft hair. Despite the way Hongjoong acted on camera and around the others, he was a pleading mess for Seonghwa.  

  Seonghwa gently pulled down Hongjoong's pants, letting them pool around his ankles before he pulled down his boxers next. His cock sprang free, standing tall and hard and leaking against his abdomen. Seonghwa didn't know Hongjoon was this big. He wrapped his slim fingers around the base of his boner, twisting his hand to get a reaction.     Hongjoong gasped softly, knees parting further for Seonghwa. The older man leaned forward, breath warm on Hongjoong's tip. It made his own cock throb in the suddenly too tight panties. The sound that ripped through Hongjoong's throat when Seonghwa's soft lips wrapped around his length made both of them shudder.

     "Oh good God, your mouth, Hwa, baby, your mouth is so good, fuck." Hongjoong moaned out, fingers gripping Seonghwa's hair tighter to pull him closer. Seonghwa bobbed his head and hollowed his cheeks out, sucking him off expertly and leaving Hongjoong a mess of loud moans. Seonghwa's tongue swirled around the tip, tasting the salty precum beading there.

     Seonghwa paused a moment before sliding further down and taking Hongjoong down his throat with a soft gag. His nose was pressed against his pelvic bone, breath heaving through his nostrils. Hongjoong whined and whimpered, eyes wide as he stared at Seonghwa.

    "My pretty, my gorgeous boy, you're doing great, fucking shit, your mouth is so great." Hongjoong babbled out, gently stroking the side of Seonghwa's face. "Just breathe, you can do it." 

    Seonghwa sucked him deep, urging him closer to the edge, gripping those wide hips of Hongjoong's he loved so much. He could almost feel Hongjoong getting closer, the way his legs were shaking. So he pulled off, spit dripping down his chin, a string of the saliva connecting his tongue to the youngers tip. 

    "What? Fuck, I was close, come on, I was so close!" Hongjoong whined, utterly betrayed, hands grasping to pull Seonghwa closer. Seonghwa kissed him to soothe him, shushing him against his lips. He climbed onto Hongjoong's lap, grinding his hips masterfully to make Hongjoong whimper.  

  When they pulled away from the kiss, Seonghwa stared into Hongjoong's eyes. He was surprised to see they were wet with tears. It made him feel warm. 

    "Baby, why are you crying, hm? That desperate?" Seonghwa whispered in a soft, teasing tone, eyebrow raising. "What do you want, captain? Tell me what you need."

     That set Hongjoong off. He took Seonghwa by the waist and flipped their positions, pressing the elder into the mattress below. "I need to touch you, I need to fuck you in this pretty little skirt, I want to fill you so full and fuck your perfect ass." He groaned, grinding his cock against Seonghwa's, against the soft fabric of the lingerie. Seonghwa was hard too, painfully so. Which meant Hongjoong needed to take his underwear off, therefore he did. 

  Seonghwa's leaking cock lifted the short skirt slightly from how hard he was. "Hongjoong, please, if you wanna do that, do it, please, I need you too." He whispered, kissing Hongjoong's bicep that was next to his face. Hongjoong groaned quietly, sniffling to keep from crying and bringing his fingers to Seonghwa's mouth. He opened eagerly, sucking Hongjoong's fingers to wet them properly before he pulled them back out. 

    Hongjoong lifted one of Seonghwa's legs, eyeing his pretty, fluttering hole with a gaze of desire. He let out the softest exhale, pressing the two wet fingers in him. Seonghwa's hole was tight, squeezing Hongjoong slow moving and scissoring fingers. He pressed them deeper with no warning, curling them up against Seonghwa's prostate with ease. Seonghwa moaned at the feeling, legs tensing, hips rocking against Hongjoong's fingers. 

  "Gorgeous, so gorgeous, pretty thing..." Hongjoong muttered, almost to himself as he thrusted his fingers harder, making Seonghwa a gaspy mess. Then there was nothing. Hongjoong had pulled his fingers out, deciding Seonghwa was loose enough.  

  "Jesus, don't stop!" Seonghwa groaned in frustration, pushing Hongjoong back. He wasn't playing around anymore. He spat into his hand, sliding it up and down Hongjoong's cock to slick him up enough for easy entrance. 

  Then, with a sight that made Hongjoong melt into tears and whines again, Seonghwa spread his legs wide and sat. He slowly slid down onto Hongjoong's thick cock, eyes rolling as his lips parted. The skirt pooled around the tops of his thighs, nipples peaked underneath the fabric of the top. Hongjoong stared as he whimpered and begged, pleading to have permission to touch Seonghwa, feeling unworthy to even be able to see a sight this gorgeous.

     Seonghwa took Hongjoong's hands and placed them on his trembling thighs so he could feel what he was doing to him. Seonghwa's ass was flush against Hongjoong's thighs, clenching around his cock as he adjusted and caught his breath. Hongjoong looked gorgeous with tears of pleasure rolling down his red cheeks. He reached up and wiped his cheeks off before lifting thr front of Seonghwa's top to tweak his nipples between his fingers. 

  Finally, Seonghwa with little gasps, lifted his hips and dropped them, moaning. The pace he started with was slow, adjusting to each drag of Hongjoong's shaft against his walls, the feeling of his veins in his hole. Then he moved more hurriedly, bouncing with fervor, riding Hongjoong like his life depended on it. His captains tip punched his prostate each time, making him gasp. 

  Hongjoong babbled pleas and whines about how pretty he thought Seonghwa was, hands gripping his thighs beneath the skirt. He didn't even know he was begging for anymore, too mesmerized by the fucking Goddess riding his cock. He was close though, lower belly getting warm and tight. Seonghwa was getting close too, back arching beautifully, eyes rolling back as his fingers gripped at Hongjoong's skin.

     "Baby, baby, pretty thing, my star, my pretty treasure, please." Hongjoong moaned out, eyes wet, lips slick with drool. "Needa cum, I have to cum, I need to fill you, wanna see my pretty baby full and leaking." 

    Seonghwa bounced harder, crying out softly. "Please, cum, fill me up, please!" He moaned, lip caught between his teeth. That was all Hongjoong needed, hips snapping up hard as his cock jerked and filled Seonghwa to the brim. Seonghwa came close after, the liquid splashing across Hongjoong's chest and stomach, thighs shaking hard as he rode out his orgasm by grinding against Hongjoong.  

  Hongjoong barely had time to catch his breath or wipe his tears or recoup before Seonghwa was shifting the position. He turned, back facing Hongjoong, cum visibly dripping down his thighs. It made Hongjoong groan softly. He reached forward, gripping Seonghwa's ass cheeks to spread them, fingers tracing his wet hole. Seonghwa panted softly, jerked Hongjoong's cock a litle to make it harder, then lined back up.

     The sight was absolutely fucking obscene. Now that Seonghwa was loose enough, he didn't care to wait or adjust, sliding down Hongjoong's cock smoothly. Hongjoong kept his ass spread, watching his hole eagerly suck in his cock, the stretch beautiful as cum dripped around it. Seonghwa didn't waste any time, almost instantly bouncing hard and fast. 

  The sounds were terrible, a sinful symphony of skin on skin, wet sounds and loud, whimpery moans. Both of their thoats would end up wrecked tomorrow. The arch of Seonghwa's lovely back and the ruffles of the skirt on the sweel of his ass almost made Hongjoong cum again but he held back, needing to savor this moment.

     But, maybe it wasn't too big of a deal if he came too soon, because Seonghwa was flopped forward now, chest against Hongjoong's knees as his hips moved so fast his ass jiggled on impact. Then he came, all over the sheets, all over Hongjoong's legs, hole clenching so tight it put Hongjoong over the edge with a loud cry. 

    Hongjoong watched his second orgasm spill from Seonghwa's hole and pool around the base of his own cock, sticky enough to leave strings of cum connecting Hongjoong's pelvis and Seonghwa's ass. They panted, both voices hoarse, Hongjoong's face tear stained while Seonghwa's was drool dripping. Both of them were trembling. 

  "Baby..." Hongjoong muttered hoarsly, sitting up to help gently lift Seonghwa off his softening cock. "You didn't need to push yourself so far."

    Seonghwa shrugged slightly and shuddered at the loss. He pressed his back to Hongjoong's sticky chest, sitting in his lap. "I'm fine. I wanted to."  

  "What? Why?" Hongjoong asked, confused as he kissed the side of Seonghwa's neck.

    "Because I know you only want me when I look like a woman. Thats all I wanted you to have. What you wanted."

    Hongjoong stared quietly, hesitating before tilting Seonghwa's face to his. "You might be right, but I've come to appreciate you more than just your skirts and long hair." He muttered, kissing Seonghwa slowly and sweetly. "You're gorgeous always. So fucking pretty. You deserve the entire world, even if I prefer you in pretty clothes."

    Seonghwa gave a soft chuckle against Hongjoong's lips, pulling away. "Well, I'm glad, because I want you to be more than my captain. Be mine, Hongjoong, and I think I'll wear more dresses for you." He decided, nuzzling into Hongjoong's neck gently.

     "Deal. Now lets get you cleaned up. And the sheets too." Hongjoong agreed, lifting Seonghwa up.

     After a brief hot shower to soothe their muscles and wipe off the icky, and a quick change of sheets, Seonghwa ended up curled in on of Hongjoong's tshirt. They spooned on the bed, Seonghwa's head beneath Hongjoong's chin. 

    "Goodnight, gorgeous. You need the sleep." Hongjoong muttered, placing a soft kiss to Seonghwa's crown. Seonghwa chuckled softly as he drifted off slowly. Maybe the only person Hongjoong wanted was a man in pretty clothes. But he also knew that Seonghwa was the only one he wanted to see like that. 

[futureflipflop]

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[rawrxd061]

I’m tired of working on “Human in gardenview”

it feels I could’ve changed it up a bit but it’s too late and I feel like I need to finish it. I might abandon it and rewrite it too what I wanna write now but idk. I’ll probably finish for you guys but I really don’t wanna 

[icancomet]

Meet me at Wendigo Lake- Chapter 7: Color Bombs Pt 1

𝖠/𝖭: 𝖧𝖾𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌! 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋! Word Count: 1.9k

Waiting for Sal, you were pacing around the kitchen, giving the paint brushes a deadly look. Making sure they are all in formation, ready to fix any out of line. Maybe with a hard look, they'll stay right in place. You took a deep breath in.

This is ridiculous. It is just a hangout. No need to measure the angle of the brushes internally, losing your cool at the one on the far right. No need to smooth out the bubbles in the paper, desperately trying to rub out the crinkles that formed. Sal would never notice that, nor point it out. Yet, you couldn't help it. You were too deep in now to hear Sal coming from behind.

"Do you need any help?" A soft voice called out towards you cautiously. He stopped before you, intentionally leaving some room for space. His damp hair sat in front of his eyes, with Sal trying to blow it out of his face before realizing his mistake. He had his prosthetic on, duh. A giggle escaped you, releasing some tension that had built up in your shoulders.

He averted, a slight blush reaching up his ears. Your arm reached towards Sal. "Come here." The blue-nette shifted in your direction. In one swift motion, your hand glided against the smooth plastic, moving his hair out of the way. You could feel the dead ends between your fingertips as quickly as you left, being met with his eyes.

You have always thought his eyes were beautiful, the only thing you could see beneath the mask. The swirls of blues and greens around his dilated pupils. It had always put you in a trance, an enchantment you couldn't seem to break out of. Calming you down, even just slightly. One even he couldn't control, staring right back into yours.

The smell of your soap filled the air, the soft linger of your shampoo at your fingertips. All of you, mixed with him. Being this close, there are a lot of details you haven't been able to admire, at least without looking away first.

The small mole under his prosthetic eye, just like the ones leading up his neck. How jealous you were of his longer eyelashes, despite the lack of proper care. The slight cracks of his skin underneath, if you looked just close enough. If you were this close.

You are this close, and he isn't doing anything about it. He doesn't look like he will be any time soon. A rough surface rubbed against your hand. Looking down, it was his.

Close enough to feel it, insinuate something, yet always just far enough to give you distance. A way out in case you didn't want to. You intertwined your fingers with his own. Why would you want to go anywhere?

Weirdly, the difference between your hands is comforting. His larger, calloused hands soothing you down from whatever high you found yourself in. With his subconscious decision to rub his thumb into your palm, a shaky chuckle comes from him. Then, a small voice.

"Uhm." His strong stare had now averted away from you, staring at the floor. "Gosh uh..jeez." Another shaky laugh, weaker this time. A twitch in your hand, suppressed by a squeeze. "Are you…alright?" No response came from him, but a small shake of the head, not daring to meet your gaze.

You didn't want to push, but you were worried. The sudden change in his behavior from the elevator to the shower has all been so sudden. What is he thinking? Have you done something? The worst thought: He knows, and he is extremely uncomfortable being around you.

Sal let out a deep exhale. "Listen." He started, gulping. "I don't—uhm—god this is so awkward." You squeezed his hand again. "Take the time you need." Your voice cracked; you hope he didn't notice. Sweat creeping down the back of your neck, building up in your hands. Though he avoided your eyes, you didn't exit his.

It seemed like Sal was fighting himself, starting a sentence, only to shut it down himself and go back into his soft rambles you couldn't make out. All you could imagine was what he was trying to say. Every potential negative outcome. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Sal, look." You started, prompting him to look your way. He didn't bite, but he turned ever so slightly. "I know what you are trying to say..and I—."

BANG, BANG, BANG.

Both of you stopped dead in your tracks, a chill making its way down your spine. Who the hell could that be? Not your parents, they have the key. Larry? No, he would walk right in. Staring at the door, all the possibilities ran through your mind. Sals squeezed your hand, bringing you back down to Earth. A whisper came from him, "I'll go check." Before you could shake your head no, he already walked away, creeping his head through the doorway. A voice came from outside.

You didn't dare come close to the door; you watched Sal from the kitchen, his back relaxed as he started a conversation with the person outside. A short one before he reached his hand out, pulling an item into your apartment. A letter of sorts, shutting the door behind him. Staring at each other, he finally approached you again and placed the letter on the counter.

"It was the mailman," Sal stated, shifting slightly in place. "He said this letter had quite the urgency." Though he laughed, something felt off. Missing. Sliding the letter across the counter, you opened it and read it.

It was from Ash! An update on her vacation. "Sal, come read this!" Hopefully, this should clear the air. Guiding the letter in between you, your eyes scanned over the note:

"Hey!! I hope everything is going well over there. I miss you guys so much :(!! (A huge sad face drawn in red ink, with big exclamation marks that took up the rest of the line.) Hopefully, you aren't having too much fun without me. Seriously, I will beat you up if I find out you guys did something cool."

You shared a laugh, averting your eyes slightly towards him. You felt the blood rush to your face. Brushing it off, you gained your attention on the letter once more.

"It has been SOOOOOO boring over here!! The same old crap every day: Walking around, dealing with my family, wishing I was back home. I don't even wish this on TRAVIS, and that says a lot."

Now that sounded so much like her. Your giggle was louder than intended, bouncing off the apartment walls. Embarrassed, you covered your mouth with your hand. You couldn't help but look toward Sal, watching his reaction. He only smiled, examining the rest of the letter.

"Anywaysssss…I come back in a few days by the time this letter should reach you guys! I am SO excited. We have SO much catching up to do!! -Love, Ash <3".

You had folded the letter back up and sealed it into the envelope, making sure the millions of stickers she used to decorate the envelope didn't get ruined. You turned toward Sal, but he had already been looking at you, fiddling with his fingers.

"I'm glad to finally hear back from Ash." You announced, beaming as your eyes moved down his body. His pocket. It looked like it had gotten bigger, like an item inside. Had he been carrying something this whole time?

"Me too!" Sal exclaims, though hesitant, rubbing his palm over his pocket, placing it there. Maybe there always was. No, there is no way.

"I miss her." You sighed. That was the truth. "Larry, too, the whole gang. I mean, they've all been gone for a bit." Sal said nothing in reply, not even a nod.

Just a silent agreement, at least, you think so. After a moment, Sal finally mentioned, "I mean, she'll be back soon. So does Larry. So, that's good." His fingers started fidgeting again. That didn't sound like the truth. Nothing near it. What in the world is up with him?

You sat there for a long time. It felt like hours, with the awkwardness of before, and now your racing thoughts on what Sal could be hiding from you. Somebody had to get you out of this situation, and it clearly wasn't going to be him. "So…." You start. This doesn't sound good at all. "I have uh, painting stuff if you'd like?" Your voice cracked. Why would you say it like that? God, you sound so awkward.

"Uh, sure!" That wasn't genuine at all. He's just trying to cover it up. He doesn't want to be here. He probably wants to go home. "That sounds like a lot of fun."

Hesitating, you walked over to the counter and grabbed the canvases you had saved. They had been for sale, saving your wallet some life left. You gave Sal the canvas, walking toward the other side of the counter. "Why are you sitting over there?" He questioned, moving slightly over for some room next to him, patting at the seat. This will be fun.

"Well…" You started, twirling the paintbrush in between your fingers. "Why not make it a competition?" A laugh escaped Sals' lips. "A competition." He said laconically, pretending to roll his eyes, "I don't know. I think you'd get upset."

A gasp came from you, your eyes wide. "And why would I get upset, Sal Fisher?" You leaned in with every word, palms flat onto the counter. He followed your lead, matching your energy as he leaned in to whisper, "Because you'd lose."

All the tenants of the building could hear the screams coming from your apartment. The rough footsteps as you chased Sal around the confined space, jumping across furniture to avoid you, with the hard SLAMS as you inevitably ran into things. Regardless of the bumps and scratches tomorrow, you didn't stop. "I'M GOING TO GET YOU SAL!!" Screaming as though you were miles apart, panting, trying to catch up. He always just had to be quicker. "I don't think sooo!"

Running down the hallway, Sal had made a small miscalculation. The rug. Pushing with full force, the rug underneath him slid, making Sal fall back-first. It was a loud thud. Hopefully, you won't get noise complaints. "Sal? Are you ok??" You dropped your paintbrush, hurrying over on your knees. He seemed fine, but no response. You put your hands on him, shaking him slightly. "Sal?" You repeated. Nothing. Worry filled you. Did he knock himself out?

You should have known better, but you never learn from your mistakes. Before you could react, he reached his arm over, grabbing the paintbrush you dropped behind him. A cheeky smile formed on his face. He won. Again. As much as you wanted to be annoyed, you laughed. At least he was ok. You weren't sure what he would do if he truly knocked himself out.

"Come onnnn.." You rolled your eyes, pretending to be mad, and walked away. You could never be mad at him. "Let's just paint, yeah?"

The floor beneath you sank a little as Sals weight shifted, getting back onto his feet. A chuckle was heard behind you. "Yeah, sure. But I still think you are going to lose."