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rae-gar-targaryen · 2 years

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I’ve fallen down the mickey garcia rabbit hole thanks to your sunshine!reader hc post,,,,, 👀👀👀 would you happen to have more of those by chance

Thank you so much for this request, my love! I have an ENDLESS amount of HCs for these two. And now that I'm working on a full fic for them (in addition to "take me by the heart, take me by the hand"), so a lot of these may pop up again by reference in that story, so there will be some overlap... But to tide you over until I'm done with the fic, please have more HCs!

part one here. [full fic coming soon!]

Some are slightly nsfw, with references to sex, so 18+ pls. This got kinda long so pls excuse the readmore.

It’s canon to me that he calls you, his sunshine!gf, “cielo.” Fanboy and Cielo have an entire life together in some coastal town where they’re walking distance from the beach.

They take their dog, a golden retriever named Artoo, down to the water for walks. Mickey is definitely a dog-person, and when he's home, Artoo doesn't leave his side.

Mickey and Cielo met on a rarely-seen-but-always-appreicated successful Hinge date. They went to an arcade bar after flirty-texting for a few days, and she kicked his ass at StreetFighter, and it was love at first button-smash. It gets a little flirty, with her bumping her hips against his as they stand next to one another at the machines. He can't stop himself from grinning ear to ear that night, smile blinding against the neon light of the bar and the arcade games. She falls in love a little then, hoping she'll get to be the cause of that smile evermore.

His opener was definitely something Star Wars themed -- “Be the Leia to my Han? I’m so tired of being Solo.” She definitely rolls his eyes at him when he’s corny (but let’s be real, she loves it.)

Thanks to Cielo, Mickey is all about self-care. She teaches him some basic components to a skincare routine when she can’t stand to see him wash his face with basic bar soap one more time, and it sticks. It’s a nightly ritual together -- she gets him into sheet masks, which she sends to him while he’s overseas as part of a care package.

He gets Payback to try one once, and now he asks for extras in his care package so that Payback can have some, too.

To the point that when they all have game nights, Payback plays too, headset and sheetmask on in full effect....

She’ll paint his nails, and all the guys know not to say shit about it.

Rooster is their biggest fan. (I believe that Rooster knows all the wives’/girlfriends’ favorite flowers).

When Mickey gets back from a deployment, he makes sure to have fresh flowers to give to her when he gets off the plane. And Rooster is like, “Come on, man, she likes daisies and marigolds.”

When they get to the airport, Payback is nonstop teasing -- “You’re walking a little taller than usual. Excited to see anyone in particular?”

The squad is smitten by how smitten he is with her, and loves to tease him endlessly, especially if she calls him “amor” in front of them. “Amor? Your callsign should have been Romeo!”

When he comes home, she holds him tight, wrapping her arms around him and dragging her fingers up the back of his neck and along his scalp, scraping against the buzzcut and whispering how much she misses his curls, and that he has time while he’s back to grow them back again.

They go to the beach sometimes to watch the stars. "I missed you," she murmurs, her head resting on his shoulder.

"I'll make it up to you," he replies, million-watt grin that she loves so much blooming in his face as he loops a finger under her chin and brings her in for a kiss against the backwash of a purpling sunset.

Matching minimalist sun tattoos on the inside of their wrists. An anniversary idea from several years in. At first she thinks it's silly, but he tells her he wants something of her wherever he goes, his personal sunshine.

They go for coffee on Saturdays as a treat -- Cielo always gets hers with an extra shot, no sweetener or syrup.

“I don’t know how you can drink coffee that’s so bitter,” Mickey says, laughing as she sighs into her first sip.

“I have all the sweetness I need right here,” she replies, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He rolls his eyes at this, but is so smitten.

Every time she says something endearing or remotely romantic, or gives him a kiss, or holds his hand in public, she’s not-so-secretly pleased at the flush that blooms its way across the peaks of Mickey’s cheeks and the tips of his ears, loving the contrast along his skin.

They’re definitely a couple that’s touchy in public, but in a way that just is indicative of how complete they are together -- walking in step, his arms slung over her shoulders, smiling into her cheek before pressing a kiss there; her nuzzling his neck when they go to a movie together. Fighting the urge to just climb into his lap at said movie.

Sci-fi movie nights -- they binge the “Predator” series, and make a game out of tossing popcorn into one another’s mouths and taking drinks at the corny lines the other person can quote along to.

Cielo is a graphic artist. As a gift, she gives Mickey a handmade comic book about the space-exploring misadventures of a rogueish pilot (and his pilot friend) -- called “The Adventures of Fanboy and Payback.”

Every letter she sends, she adorns with a little cartoon of him with Artoo in the corner.

Speaking of gifts, every year as a gag, she gives him a Mickey Mouse t-shirt on his birthday (along with a real gift, of course). He keeps them all, and usually wears one on Christmas morning, surprising her with it while she's making breakfast, prompting her to turn around and laugh at the selection of t-shirt for that year.

One year, on a milestone anniversary, they go to Disneyland together for the first time, and she buys him a Star Wars-themed Mickey shirt in the park that he pulls on immediately, over the shirt he’s already wearing, grinning like mad.

“This is the best one yet, mi cielo.”

Theyre that couple that swaps clothes. He loves her oversized, soft hoodies, and she wears his joggers.

Their first night home together after he returns from a deployment or an assignment, Cielo always tries to cook something special for him, usually a family recipe from one of their respective relatives. She's an ace at chicken molé.

When they spend the night together his first night back, it’s soft, sleepy, sweet. She surprises him with some pretty lace and a sweet smile on her lips as she surges forward to kiss him and beckon him to bed.

Mickey is a pro at dirty talk.

“Does it feel good, amor, when I touch you like this?”

“I’m wild for you...”

And it always gets a little sweet -- “Every time I see you, I fall in love all over again.”

Always very attentive and precise with his fingers, he knows exactly what to do and say to make her miss him that much more the next time he leaves.

She loves the way he touches her -- honeyed fingers over soft skin, full of sweetness, she swears she can feel the trail of them over her neck, shoulders, and arms, even while he’s away... akin to the first sip of orange-sweetned honey, or the pleasant tingle of sugar dissolving on your tongue. If you could feel that sweetness in your heart every moment, so real you could taste it, wouldn’t you indulge?

After, she draws her finger repeatedly along the curve of his nose, pressing kisses into his neck and begging him not to move.

Mickey loves the summer. The sight of Cielo in her sundresses, days packed with beach dates and paletas... He'd spend winters longing for the summer sun and the desire to the sun and sea air on his tongue. Though that longing paled in comparison to the reality of her before him -- now that he knew what true sweetness could be. Everything else is synthetic by comparison.

He’s an insane kisser.

He hmms into her neck through the smile she knows to be there – sweet and honeyed little noise, like the tufty soft buzz of bee's wings. And there, now … she feels his lips part, warm, silken and amorous, before pressing against the column of her throat. Loving the feel of his kisses along her skin, as though only his could feel. Radiant and true.

When he has to go next, they spend the morning in bed, just holding hands with their most recently-generated playlist going softly in in the background. And he says he doesn't want to go, and she says, "Of course you do. You've always got your head in the clouds, Mickey." And he starts to tell her that he doesn't love it more than her when he tells her, "But you're in the clouds with me, you're mi cielo."

Sorry, this probably got kinda stupid and too much. The full fic will be better, I promise!

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demonichikikomori · 3 days

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Sunset in Your Hair

ART TRADE

Ruggie Bucchi x Agatha Boreall Word Count: 3.9k Tags: This Ship is Canon I Said So/Fingerfucking

Art is by suzumefufu on Twitter!

Heheh!~! This is my first official art trade since I was like... 16 or 17? I used to only do art but now that I do 95% writing and have for the last few years... I forgot how fun it was haha. This was done for my lovliest @nicoliharu in mind! I hope you enjoy my half of our exchange!!

SUMMARY:

Agatha was planning on heading to sleep for the night. But Ruggie wanted to invite himself over before the sun went down.

Agatha gave a final, smiling goodbye to Mina who was excitedly on her way to a sleepover with Leona for the weekend. As she closed her bedroom door with a soft yawn, she undressed and prepared for a relaxing bath. Ramshackle had finally settled down for the night. The ghosts were heading to bed early, and even Grim who was exhausted and had fallen asleep on the couch in the foyer. Only after forcefully having his nails painted a glittering neon blue and refusing to go to class until he could get the paint off. Agatha settled into the warm water, soaking her stress away and massaging shampoo into her hair. It was barely 7pm on a Friday, and the sun had yet to set for the evening. The school week had been so exhausting and the redheaded girl wanted nothing more than to sink into her bed and dream away.

Agatha washed away her worries and scrubbed herself clean from the school week's stressors. Her hair had finally dried as she dressed herself into a clean pair of pijamas. A tiny pair of black shorts that didn’t quite fit, and a tight fitting gray tank top. Soft, cotton, and comfortable! She sat at her vanity and placed her phone on the table to charge beside her before picking up her hairbrush. The device played soft music as she dragged the brush carefully through her cherry colored hairs.

She wasn’t sure what kind of plans to make for tomorrow or if she even wanted to make any. Ruggie had told her a few days prior he would leave the weekend cleared so the two of them could hang out. The hyena constantly talked about how he loved keeping his pockets full. But money didn’t mean much if she wasn’t around to spend some of it with him. It was his subtle way of suggesting a date. Agatha slowed to a stop and glanced at her phone as the next song played. She didn’t want to bother Ruggie with something like that. Even though she was in a relationship with him, sometimes it felt phony.

There would be so many sweet moments that would later become sour when she wondered to herself how she was able to get the guy she wanted. Was Ruggie with her because her crush was that obvious? Is he doing this because he feels obligated? Agatha’s stomach started to twist as she allowed her inner thoughts to come forward. “I don’t actually mean anything to him.” She sighed with a weak smile and placed the brush down on the vanity. Just as her phone screen lit up with an incoming message.

The name ’fluffy donut’ appeared in a dark colored text box, waiting patiently for her to view it. Agatha picked up her phone and crossed one leg over the other. She opened her messages to be greeted with a large, yellow, smirking emoji. ‘You didn’t tell me my shift replacement was coming over.’ Shift replacement. Royal alarm clock. That was what Ruggie usually called Mina in the nicest way possible. Agatha began to type back with a small pout forming. ‘She wanted to see him! And she’s older than me, so I can’t stop her at the door. How did you even know?’ Agatha felt her thin eyebrows scrunch with confusion. Ruggie responded quickly with another smirking emoji with sparkles beside it. ‘Leona told me. Sooooooo this means me and her are trading for the night? I’m already getting my stuff together.’ Ruggie was coming over. Wait, he’s coming over now? Right now? ‘Isn’t it a little late at night Ruggie?’ Agatha frowned and looked down at her current state. Her small gray tank top and little black shorts weren’t exactly the most appropriate for having company over.

The cherry haired girl considered throwing on a sweatshirt or maybe a pair of pijama pants if he truly intended to pay her a visit. ‘It aint even 10 yet. And im only coming over to hang out. It hasnt been just us for about two weeks.’ Ruggie had a point. Agatha had been busy with picking up shifts at the Mostro Lounge and club activities, and Ruggie was caught up with MagiShift and his odd jobs that the two of them only really saw each other during school. ‘Let me come over? Just one night. Please? Please please please please please?’ The beastman sent a photo of a cat crying which made Agatha snort with amusement. She couldn’t stop him if he really wanted to. ‘You can come over.’ She sighed and glanced at her dresser sadly.

Ruggie saying he was planning to just ‘hang out’ usually did not mean ‘hanging out’. But whenever they made plans for something explicit, it would be canceled or they would simply sleep peacefully beside one another. At this point it was like a reverse psychology trick for them both. Agatha had the dorm to herself other than Grim sleeping on the couch. But everything depended on whether or not Ruggie would be showing up. Agatha couldn’t actually picture him ditching her, but… It wasn’t an impossible scenario. She looked at herself in her vanity mirror and grabbed her favorite perfume.

A delicate chocolate fragrance she would dab on her wrists and a small smudge behind her ears. Next, she reached for a pale coral colored lipgloss and applied it quickly. Gently rubbing her lips together and catching the peachy flavor. She debated if she had time or not for mascara and eyeshadow, and decided against it. When Ruggie told her he was coming over, he was usually already on his way down the dirt path. Agatha had learned this the hard way when he arrived while she was still showering. Just five minutes after he had told her he was on his way to Ramshackle.

“I swear he does it on purpose…” She huffed and uncrossed her legs to stand and search through her dresser drawer for a pair of pijama pants. Agatha crouched and pulled on the brass handle to the bottom drawer. Inside were a few assortments of loungewear and she grabbed the first modest thing she spotted. A faded red pair of flannel pijama pants. At least to cover her nearly bare body a little. There was no way Ruggie would want to see her in less unless he was in the mood. She begrudgingly pulled them on, doing a small hop to get them over her hips with a frustrated groan. Agatha remembered why she never wore these in the first place. The issue always lied in something needing to fit over her ass.

It wasn’t her fault that it was big. But buying things that fit and getting them adjusted was such a hassle. She looked back at her butt with an expression of distress, seeing that the flannels didn’t really fit. The fabric was stretching, making her shorts underneath very visible. Yeah, a sweatshirt would help. Before she could open the closet to yank one off of its hanger she was stopped by a sudden noise.

There was a light knock against the glass of her bedroom window. The sound startled her, a yelp jumped from her throat as she tensed up before creeping over to the window. Agatha slept on the second floor of Ramshackle. So who could possibly be knocking on the glass?

The cherry haired girl nervously parted the thick curtains, and hastened once she saw Ruggie’s smiling face staring back at her. He had arrived on his broom, seated with a hand clutching firmly to the handle as it hovered high off the ground. The hyena was dressed in a brown shirt with the word ‘FAMINTO’ printed in thick, white letters across the chest. Black shorts, and a pair of brown sandals lined in shiny red and gold beads. Agatha could see he had a dark colored backpack hanging off his shoulder as he patiently waited for her to allow him inside. The sun was finally setting, and the warm glow made his hair shine, the same way it caused hers to shimmer.

Agatha quickly unlocked the window and lifted it with a worried frown. “You are going to get hurt-” She wanted to scold him for such reckless behavior. But instead she was quickly silenced by the hyena’s hands cupping her face, and a soft kiss was stolen along with her next breath. Her gold colored eyes widened and her cheeks became hot. Agatha wasn’t expecting such an intimate greeting. Ruggie’s lips were much rougher compared to hers, but the kiss was filled with affection as his pierced tongue playfully swiped against her teeth. The beastman slowly pulled away with a wide smile and steadied his balance on the broom as Agatha backed away. “Surprise!~!” He snickered as the redheaded girl covered her face with her hands and made her way to the bed. “You taste pretty good! What flavor is that? Peach?” Ruggie snickered as he threw his bag through the window where it collided against the wooden floor with a heavy thud. She sat on the edge of the bed as he let himself in and shut the window, propping the broom in the corner with his hands now folded behind his head. “You mad at me?” He asked, his drooping eyes watching as she shook her head and silently grieved over her now semi-smeared lip gloss. Ruggie kicked his sandals off and slowly made his way towards the bed to stand in front of her. The warm orange color filled the room, dousing them both in the citrus shade. He frowned a little before moving to tuck his hands into his pockets. “You tired? Don’t worry, I promise I am just here to spend time with you.” He titled his head as her gold eyes lifted to meet his grayish blue ones.

Even though he always had a scheming expression… Agatha could tell he was intending to be genuine with her. It was strange. She wanted to believe he was actually being serious when he would make visits like this and give her romantic words. But her brain told her that he just needed someone to fool around with until Crowley sent her home. “Just a little… I wasn’t expecting you to actually come.” She muttered as Ruggie started to pout. “What? Since when have I skipped out on kickin’ it with you?” He asked and sat beside her on the bed. Agatha shook her head, as the weight shifted and their shoulders brushed. “I’m only saying… There might be a time you don’t come.” She explained with a weak smile as the hyena’s expression began to soften. The two of them were quiet until Ruggie groaned and flopped down in bed next to Agatha, allowing the cushiony mattress to swallow him and his stress.

“Don’t think about shit like that. It won’t happen on purpose.” He huffed as Agatha’s smile strengthened and she turned to lay next to him on her stomach. “Leona has been annoying all week. I’m sick of his ass.” Ruggie scoffed with an irritated expression, his large teeth being shown through a curl in his lips as he turned to look at the cherry haired girl. “I’m this close,” He curled his pointer finger towards his thumb leaving a millimeter of space between the digits. “to packing up and camping here until he graduates.” Agatha smiled, pushing her hand through his short, biscuit blond hair as she sat up on her arms. “Are you sure? It gets really cold at night here.” She joked and Ruggie inched closer with a grin. “Weeeell, I know you won’t let me freeze. So it’s fine.” He flashed her a wide smile full of teeth. Agatha giggled softly as the two of them re-arranged their bodies onto the bed. Now, lying comfortably next to one another. With Agatha’s head tucked against Ruggie’s chest, the hyena rested on his side with his arm supporting the girl's head.

“Such a charmer.” Agatha purred and cupped Ruggie’s chin with her fingers. She could hear Ruggie’s tail thumping softly against the mattress. “Trying to con me out of my pillows and blankets?” She asked with a roll of her eyes as she pulled her hand away. But Ruggie chased the feeling by moving even closer to her. There was just barely three inches of personal space between them now. “I don’t want them if you aren’t included.” He cooed sweetly and his breath tickled the skin on her lips. Agatha felt her cheeks grow warm as she glanced away from Ruggie feeling embarrassed. The sun was starting to wash them in a heavier shade of orange, much redder and hotter than before. “Did I getcha with that one?” The hyena teased as his legs tangled around hers and he looked down at her pijama pants with a confused smile. “It’s a lil’ toasty out for these dontcha think?” He asked and hooked his finger into the elastic hem and pulled. Agatha frowned when she caught him peeking inside to see what was underneath. “Hey!” She gasped with her cheeks burning and reached to cover his eyes. His hand pulled away and he began to laugh as he draped an arm over her and began pulling her body towards his. “You smell like chocolate.” He whispered as he went in for a second quick kiss. Agatha allowed it, her previous frustration fading away to be replaced with a familiar warmth. His tongue pressed against hers this time as her lips stayed parted. The round stud rubbing against the muscle left Agatha’s mouth filling with the ghost of what she only could imagine was the flavor of surgical steel. Or it was the chocolate frosting to a donut Ruggie had had before his arrival.

The hyena pulled away with a soft laugh as he tugged again at her pijama pants. “Seriously, just take them off. What are you worried about?” He asked as Agatha turned her face away from his. But she still followed his request.

She slipped her thumbs into the tight flannels she struggled to slide over her rear. And now, she had to awkwardly wriggle out of them again. “See? They don’t even fit you properly…” Ruggie grumbled as he watched her undress with eyes falling half lidded. “I wanted to cover up a little…” The cherry haired girl muttered as she pulled her legs free and looked down at her shorts. They had hiked themselves up from being scrunched beneath her flannels and she quickly tried to adjust them.

Agatha could feel Ruggie watching as he reached out to hook his finger in the hem of her tiny black shorts. Her heart skipped in her chest and her breath caught in her throat, He pulled at the elastic, and let it go to snap against her skin. Smiling when she flinched at the smack. When his lips pressed against her temple, and a hand slipped between her thighs is when she thought she couldn’t take much more.

She quickly shook her head. Face flushed in rouge as she shyly pushed at his chest to inch him away. “You don’t want to?” He asked softly and Agatha hesitated. “Well…” Her voice softened and she relaxed her thighs around Ruggie’s hand. His fingers were careful, resting against her clothed sex as he hooked a leg around one of hers. “Lemme do this for you.” Ruggie whispered as he gently rubbed at the folds hidden under her tiny black shorts. “I wanna do it for you.” His voice was soft as the hand vanished and he slipped a finger into the small black shorts again to tug at the elastic. “Take ‘em off.” He instructed and Agatha sheepishly shook her head. “Why not? You nervous?” He teased as he started to inch the waistband lower, catching a glimpse of a wispy trail of cherry colored hairs. “There’s nothing underneath.” She whispered against his chest feeling bashful. Agatha didn’t consider underwear. But now, it didn’t exactly matter.

Her eyes darted downwards when she felt a familiar throb against her thigh. The beastman had grown hard against her, still pulling at her shorts with a soft whine. “I can… I can do it for you too…” She offered quietly as the room had now been filled with a rose red color from the sunset. The intimate color made the room hot, and warmed Agatha’s body from the core. Her fingers slid over his cock and Ruggie’s breath hitched. “H-Hey, hey. This isn’t about me.” The beastman corrected and let go of her shorts to grab her wrist instead. “I wanna play with you for a bit. We can worry about me after.” His voice was like honey as he pulled her hand up to his lips and kissed the back. Leaving a tingling feeling as he let her go, and went back to demanding her shorts be removed. And in a daze, Agatha followed his request.

She simply couldn’t imagine not doing anything for Ruggie in return. Feeling his hard cock pressed against her hip, tucked away in his black shorts with slow, subtle rolls of his hips against her body. “S’fiiiine.” Ruggie purred as she peeled her shorts down her thighs, wishing she had gone ‘bald’ had she known the hyena was making such plans. He never vocalized any care, but still. Agatha gasped when Ruggie’s fingers rubbed at the folds of her pussy. She wanted to scold him for reasons unknown. She wanted to say something. But all that came out was a weak sigh as her hand that he kissed, now gripped tightly to his cotton shirt.

The calloused pad of his finger gently massaged her sensitive pearl. The slow circular motions made Agatha sweat as she did her best to remain still. Her lips pressed tightly together to stifle any sounds as Ruggie breathed softly against her ear. Each time he would roll his hips against her plush thigh, and she would feel his thick cock pressing against her in dire need of attention; it took everything in her not to reach over and touch him. To at least feel the velvety flesh in her palm. To feel the way he twitched with excitement when she used her fingers to pay extra special attention to his tip. “Does it feel good?” He asked sweetly as Agatha nodded, a weak whimper making its escape past her glossy lips.

She gulped down her anxiety as a finger began to prod at her moistened entrance. She felt light headed as his finger sped up. The friction makes the muscles in her abdomen tighten and constrict. “You’re twitching a lot down here. Don’t tell me you’re cumming already?” He snickered in her ear, his tongue darting out to lap at the sensitive lobe before catching it between his sharp teeth. Agatha’s thighs trembled, her knees pressing together as the coil in her stomach loosened and she shook from the waves of an orgasm. It was fast. Too fast.

Ruggie’s hand suddenly stopped as he released her earlobe from his teeth. Shocked by how fast she had found euphoria. Before, she was anxious. Now? She was disappointed that it was over. Agatha was ashamed at the lack of stamina being apparent, and so was the proof that she didn’t have much alone time as she should. Before Agatha could apologize to Ruggie, he began rubbing again with a soft groan into her sensitive ear.

“You missed me didn’t you?” He was teasing her. Agatha pouted, her body twitching and sensitive as he slipped a finger inside of her relaxing hole. “S-So what if I did miss you?” She mumbled with her face dyed in blush and her heart pounding against her ribs. She could hear the beastman’s heart in his chest. The way it pounded just as intensely as her own. When his finger curled against that special collection of nerves; Agatha yelped and yanked at Ruggie’s brown shirt. The fabric was becoming stretched as the pressure in her abdomen began to build as the hyena snickered against her flesh. “Hmm? That’s the spot?” He pressed it again, seeing her body jerk. “Right here?” Tears pricked at her eyes from the intensity. How the pleasure would dull before electrifying every single nerve in her body. Her toes would flex tightly and her muscles would squeeze all before relaxing. Like a special button hidden inside of her that Ruggie had managed to find. And he was the only one to find it.

It was bordering sadistic when he curled his finger up into the spot. When Agatha’s gummy walls would constrict around his finger from the pleasure, he would whisper filth. How she was so sweet for holding back until they met again. How her body reacted so well to his touch. How he wished he could watch her touch herself next time. His words. His warmth. His touch. Agatha nestled her head against his chest as she shook, nearing another orgasm with a soft string of moans as Ruggie pushed a second finger inside to stretch and massage her inner walls. “You’re just gushing Agatha. Feel that good for you?” He asked as she glanced up at him through wet lashes and watery eyes. Her bright gold ones met his grayish blue ones. And she swore she could see his pupils suddenly expand.

His fingers pumped faster. The way they jammed bluntly into the bundle of nerves made Agatha’s back arch from the mattress as she found herself orgasming a second time. The warm sticky fluid was making its way out of her and onto the sheets below as she sobbed and let go of Ruggie’s shirt to shakily clutch his wrist. He wasn’t stopping. “Dentinho, por favor- Espera…” She babbled, not realizing Ruggie only caught the nickname. His fingers pushed and curled. Tapping viciously at her wet walls as they sucked him deeper and begged for much more. The way the tendons in his wrist flexed and relaxed were the only things keeping Agatha from fainting as Ruggie’s fingers pressed and pounded inside of her. “You like when I make you cum Aggie? You like it when I do this for you?” All she could do was nod as her eyes began to roll back. Her body shuddered as she sobbed against Ruggie’s chest from the overwhelming pleasure. She could feel Ruggie’s cock twitching from all of the excitement as her thighs clamped around his hand again. But that didn’t stop him from giving her a third and final orgasm.

She let out a pathetic, squeaky cry as Ruggie captured her lips quickly to silence her. His fingers slowed as they fucked her through the final release. His tongue massaged hers as she moaned and cried into his mouth. Her hands gripping and pulling at his clothes as she felt herself slowly fading away from the world. When their lips parted, Ruggie’s sticky fingers abandoned Agatha’s fluttering hole.

The cherry haired girl’s thighs were shaking as she laid bonelessly against the mattress. Her face was burning as the room spun around her. She felt a bead of sweat rolling down her temple as she struggled and fought to catch her breath. Ruggie dragged the flat of his tongue against his fingers in the now dark room with his hips slowed to a stop. “Felt good right?” He asked her teasingly, and Agatha gave him a weak nod in response as her eyes fluttered shut. “Wh… What about..?” She trailed off as Ruggie snickered next to her, and pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek. “Let’s worry about that next time. I’m gonna get you some water.” His voice was becoming distant as Agatha nodded absently.

Yeah… Next time.

#devils. exchange #ruggie bucchi x oc #ruggie bucchi x agatha boreall #agatha boreall #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi smut

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lihikainanea · 1 year

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just a thought I've been contemplating lately regarding height difference but how would Bill and Tiger manage in the shower??? do they ever shower together or have they compromised on shared baths? because I KNOW Bill would hog all the water (not because he's an ass bless him but because he literally towers over tiny Tiger and the water never reaches her) and she'd complain she was cold constantly. and I also think of how Tiger would want to maybe wash Billy's hair to relax him and make him feel good maybe like after a flight or something but she didn't think this through so then when the moment comes she realises she can't even reach him 😂😂

I, not so low-key, LOVE this idea nani.

I'm uh, not tall so I don't really have an issue with showers anywhere in the world. But my experience has been most parts of North America are home to the whole shower/tub situation, where in most places its one in the same--there's a tub, you stand in it, and there's also a shower spout that's high but not like, Bill high. And in Scandinavia they're a fan of the whole wet-bathroom idea--IE, all of the bathroom is a shower and everything gets soaked. Admittedly, I was very confused at this concept upon my first voyage into Scandinavia via the Thon hotel in Lillestrøm, Norway. I put my towels on the toilet like I do in any hotel bathroom, put my change of clothes there too, and by the time I was done my shower everything was...soaked.

I was vexed.

But now I'm kind of used to it and I actually ADORE the idea of a wet bathroom because it's just so easy to clean and just makes so much sense. And of course, as in most places in Scandinavia, things are just...a little higher up. Because the population is taller.

In any case, Bill likes the whole Scandinavian shower situation because he just never seems to have a problem--his head gets under the spout. In North America, though? Oh dear. Half of him gets showered, the other half remains dry. His head towers over the shower spout and he just stands there and frowns at it.

Bill complains endlessly about the shower situation in North America.

And like, my girl tiger--tiger has no problems. Tiger is not of giant proportions. She handles it just fine in North America, and after a little getting used to the shower situation and soaking wet bathroom in Scandinavia--she has that nailed down too.

But maybe....maybe this is on one of their road trips? Oh, be still my heart. All dingy, no-name motels and small towns. It's a beat up mustang convertible in small towns across the southern US. It's no-name hotels, it's diners, it's open road and long sunsets. And maybe they've been driving all day, gummy candy piled high in tiger's lap while Bill has his RayBans on, one hand on the stick shift, all the windows open. Bruce Springsteen is blasting and tiger is singing along (horribly). She's full of dodgy corndogs from the last gas stop, Bill's fingers are still stained neon orange from Doritos, and every once in awhile she shoves a gummy bear in his mouth. They have no idea where they're gong, and it doesn't matter.

But after hours of driving they pull into some weird town and find a motel for the night. He stops off at a liquor store and tiger gets some scotch. They get some peanuts from the vending machine in the parking lot, and the parking lot is right outside their door. It's sticky hot, humid, the dead of summer and the hum of cicadas and the buzz of the bug zapper break the silence.

Maybe they've both had a rough go of it lately, maybe neither of them have. Maybe Bill's off and between shoots and tiger can work from anywhere, maybe it's cold where they last stayed, maybe it was too busy with too many lights--maybe it was everything and nothing, maybe they busted wanted to reconnect with each other, and this is the best way they know how.

Dinner is whatever they can scrounge up. Pub fare from a local dive. Whatever they can find in the hot section of the local gas stop, even if it looks like those hot dogs have been turning on that hot plate for a year. They fill their bellies and their souls, laughing at the terrible karaoke and knocking back even more terrible spirits on ice. When they get back to the motel they sit out on rickety plastic chairs, knocking back scotch that burns and easing the sting with the salt of the peanuts. They talk about everything--how they feel, who they are, who they've become, them, the us of it--and nothing at all. And when Bill finally fans the neck of his t-shirt, exhales loudly, tiger smiles.

"Bit sticky ain't it?" she asks.

Bill widens his eyes, fans himself.

"You look like a sweat hog triple-dipped in Crisco and strung up on a grease pole," she smirks.

Bill eyes her, quirks a brow.

"What?' she asks innocently, "I always say that."

Bill stares at her, takes a swig of his scotch without breaking eye contact.

"I heard our waitress say it," she finally mumbles. Bill snorts.

"C'mon," she stands, pulling on his arm, "Shower. Bed."

Bill knocks back the rest of his scotch and lets her pull him up.

"Bold of you to assume I fit into either of those things," he whispers mischievously, stealing a kiss. Tiger just smirks.

"Bold of you to assume I don't have years of experience shoving you into all kinds of places you don't fit, big bird."

She pulls him down into a heated kiss and he tastes of cheap whisky and smoke. He moans into it but before he can grab hold of her for more she breaks free, tugs him into the dingy room. He steals as many kisses as he can while she gets him out of his pants, tugs his t-shirt over his head. She starts the shower, testing the water as he pulls impatiently at her clothes, and then she ducks under the stream of water and pulls him in with her.

It's laughable, really. He has to duck under the shower rod and his head nearly hits the ceiling, the shower nozzle only hitting halfway down his chest. She stifles a giggle and he glares playfully.

"This is fun," he deadpans.

"Come on bud," she giggles, "Come down here, I'll wash your hair."

He tries crouching but the space really is just too small and he really is just too big, so after a bit of shifting he finally just ends upon his knees in the tub while tiger grabs the shampoo.

But y'know...on his knees, he's really at the perfect height. And her hands are in his hair anyway, and he's feeling a might bit mischievous, so maybe he just places a suckling kiss on her lower belly...and then another one...and then before she can yank him back, he dives forward and swipes his tongue through her folds.

"Bill," she tries to admonish, but it comes out as more of a pleasured sigh. She runs her hands through his hair, lathering it up, and while she's rather defenseless--he does it again.

"Stop," she says meekly, but her legs are going to jello and her hands are kind of tugging him forward, grasping at his hair. So he grabs one of her legs, loops it onto his shoulder.

"Hold on tight kid," he purrs.

"Billy no," she whimpers.

"Hush," he tuts her, "Just trying to make us both fit in here. This is the only way."

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canon deets:

man, i could do this for hours. but to spare the rest of you the trouble:

beard: always wore shorts and sandals, even if it was raining, even if it was cold out. his favorite color was green. he was always always listening to music, i could hear it over the phone sometimes. he definitely had some sort of anxiety disorder but he'd always throw himself into work so he wouldn't have to think about it. he had a smile that i would kill for (...and i did).

gf: her favorite color was also green. she loved horror movies and painting her nails and window shopping. she was really good at competitive video games, way better than i ever was but she'd still play more laidback stuff with me. she had this really cute tooth gap that she hated. her laugh was one of the most beautiful things i'd ever heard in my life.

richard: his feathers were really soft, he'd let me run my fingers thru them sometimes. yellow was always his color but i knew he really liked neon pinks and oranges too; sunset colors. he was actually a really patient and sensitive guy, it's just that. well, circumstances wouldn't allow for that. we were a lot alike but he was always way smarter. his voice sounded like home.

- jacket 🐓

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codepend3nt · 9 months

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umbrellasfuture · 9 months

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parmejeannecheese · 1 year

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Tag Game - Aesthetics

@her-majesty-wears-jeans tagged me in this in June of 2021, and I just got my brain together enough to do it. My apologizes for the long wait.

>> SOFT: 6/20

>> DARK ACADEMIA: 9/20

>> EDGY: 7/20

>> ‘70s: 6/20

>> PREPPY CASUAL: 3/20

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angeveil · 2 years

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tagged by one of my dearly missed friends @spindleprick so long ago she probably doesn’t remember. i found this post in the depths of my drafts and figured this is a good time to finally answer it, lol.

SOFT

DARK ACADEMIA

EDGY

70s

PREPPY CASUAL

tagging: @dandified-doe / @loverd0ve / @fairyborn / @astringofpearlss / @bisuo / @dove-blush

#feel free to do this if you want #no pressure!#:)#about me

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I'm overly excited to share with you all my latest photography project in Second Life. Snow And Ellenor get Halloween ready this holiday season. this years theme is called Haunted Hallows Eve. Please leave your feedback as I would like to hear from ya.

Fang Raven <3

A Complete List Of Everything Used!

Snow Raven's Outfit: Luas Araminta Outfit (Fatpack) http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Impulse/181/159/26

Snow's Shoes, **UTOPIA@Design** - "ZAFIRA" - (Maitreya) http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Triglav/208/124/501

Snows Finger Nails, Limited Addiction - Dancing Skullies Nails - (Maitreya) http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sim%20Style/103/82/26

Snow's Hair, Stealthic - Riot http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Rapture/155/128/25

Snow's Makeup, (No Longer In Second Life! Lenore - Jett / Shadow+Liner / EVOX (purple) Knife Party // Mirianne Eye Makeup // Evo X // http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Lovely/39/29/2006 [HEXUMBRA] Bex Eye Makeup - Sunset http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Serena%20Ambrosia/92/56/1040

Snow's Necklace, !TLB - Dark Soul Necklace-Female (animated) http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Celebration/214/166/23

Snow's Earrings, ROZOREGALIA_RUDYLU*EARRINGS(Bear) http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/ROZOREGALIA/130/15/3001 --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ellenor Raven's Outfit: Luas Byun Succubus Outfit Purple & Grey http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Impulse/181/159/26

Ellenor's Shoes, **UTOPIA@Design** - "MELISSA" - (Reborn) http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Triglav/208/124/501

Ellenor's Finger Nails, . Hanzel . Cursed Nails [Reborn] http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Cezanne/30/82/747

Ellenor's Leggings, Choco Kookie Leggings Reborn https://marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/226090

Ellenor's Hair, Stealthic - Docile http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Rapture/155/128/25

Ellenor's Lipstick And Eyeliner, (Stock) LeLUTKA.EvoX.Lipstick And Eyeliner. Knife Party // Mirianne Eye Makeup // Evo X // http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Lovely/39/29/2006 --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Snow And Ellenor's Poses All From The Amazing Secret Poses SL http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sea%20Breezes/160/135/3503

All Backdrops Used: (The Bearded Guy) Damon Devote Backdrop, Oscuro Hall Backdrop, Future Ritual Backdrop, Neon Crypt Backdrop, Glow Terror Backdrop, Bloody Heaven Backdrop And (IrrISIStible) Magic Forest Backdrop

The Bearded Guy And IrrISIStible http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Moonwall/122/122/32 http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Devils%20Point/124/210/853

Animesh, JIAN Ghost Wolf Companion http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Jian/244/238/24

(Locations In Order)

Second Life Welcome Hub http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/WelcomeHub/122/133/30

The Dreaming Hollow http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Or/176/83/77

Dark Passions Market Square http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Ruby%20Dust/96/96/22

Tortuga Nude Beach http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Tortuga/181/89/21

Everwinter http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Elven%20Mist/241/122/26

#second life #virtual photography #sl #videography #virtual world #secondlifeavatar #secondlifeblogger #slblogger #video game photography #virtualphotography

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songbirdsandsugar-moved · 9 months

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lazeecomet · 2 years

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tagged by @windypenguin to bold my aesthetic preferences :D

soft: 6/20

dark academia: 5/20

edgy: 3/20

70s: 3/20

preppy casual: 2/20

tagging @lotus-mirage @feministfandomforever and @mizeliza because why not. i haven't played a tag game in years and i bet you haven't either. no pressure tho, i forgot about this for like......a few months. sorry windypenguin

#no bra #tag game #there are 2 possible answers here #1) i do not have an aesthetic and im doomed to a dull life #2) this aesthetic game does not work so well with people identifying as male #looking at the and makeup comments when i say that #also wheres my 90s aesthetic?#give me clear plastic everything #comet tales

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moreauz · 3 years

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my former gifted kid playlist directory

autumn. frosted breaths, hot drinks, tweed blazers and knitted sweaters. coloured candles and stacks of classics in dimly lit rooms. library dates and early morning coffee runs. witches, pumpkins, brown jackets. the air is heavy but the coffee is warm. the leaves are falling and its time to fully embrace the dark academia aesthetic and go feral, as we do.

yearning. an almost constant state of being at this point. poetry, calloused fingers, white flowing shirts, candlelight, long eyelashes, twisting your ring on your finger, words dying in your throat every time you look at them, patterns traced on skin, a brush of fingers, fading memories, car conversations, sly nicknames, stolen kisses, broken promises.

introspection. coffee shops, foggy mornings, rainy evenings, city lights, flannel shirts, silver rings, dark colours, elliot smith, true crime podcasts, eye contact across a dim cafe, secondhand smoke, secondhand shirt, ink stains, faded jeans, chilly nights, messy notes, great music taste, probably gatekeeps, optimistic nihilist, feeling stuck, feeling like you’re meant for more than this.

feeling the big sad again. not really sure what brought it on, listening to sad songs to cope, rewatching comfort movies, nostalgia, self doubt, tracing a path on a map with your finger, leather watches, closed curtains, cancelled calls, staggered breaths, gasps for air, drying tears, midnight ice cream, watching the sunset, sighs of relief, hopeful smiles, things will get better.

overstimulated. too loud, too quiet, too many people, not enough. long walks, art galleries and bookstores. tangled earphones and painted totebags. need to collect your thoughts, need an iced coffee. skipping every song because you can’t find the right one, your head's a mess but your outfit is great today.

love. slow songs, dancing in the kitchen, fingers intertwined, cheap wine, good company, philosophical talks on the roof, knowing looks and wry grins, laughing together while making breakfast, oversized sweaters and cold hands, flowing dresses and loosened ties, candles and annotated paperbacks, dirty jokes and warm hugs, home.

sunlight. rays streaming through the windows, it’s saturday and you can sleep in, warm sheets, freshly brewed coffee, a cat jumping onto the counter top, syrup and pancakes, plants on the windowsill, arms around your waist in the kitchen, the radio is playing, soft tunes cutting through the morning, you’re awake and ready to face the day.

moonlight. hot chocolate, fairy lights, thinking aloud, cozy socks, the feel of cotton and the smell of rain, making playlists and rereading childhood classics, cough percy jackson cough, indie folk music, the colour dark green, making tea, listening to traffic, worn-in sweatshirts and vines on the wall, lamps, late night snacks, doing your best.

iridescence. the feeling you get leaving a movie theatre. neon lights, midnight strolls, bus rides home, vivid pink clouds, blueberry slushies, shitty alcohol, leather jackets, the colour purple, a24 films, eyes closed against a car window, bubble gum, sarcasm, graffiti, disassociating at frat parties, retro diners at 2am, a secret romantic, tired, can’t wait to see the world.

arson. fiery eyes and deep purple eyeliner, kind of want to be left alone, kind of want to rule the world, smashing plates in abandoned houses, smudged mascara, 4am mcdonalds, stop signs, screaming lyrics from a rooftop, combat boots, chipped black nail polish, head banging and big smiles, conspiratorial winks and high fives, optimism and anarchy.

let’s get high. self explanatory.

dude that little kid is hardcore goth. soundtrack from when we were 14. sorry.

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i-have-oneirataxia · 3 years

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Barley Lightfoot Headcannons:

i wrote all of these sleep deprived and hungry so please exuse all of it-

Dates:

Going on a quest.

Quests of Yore night.

He'd play a mixtape he made you.

You'd star gaze together on top of Guinevere.

Dance sessions in the back of Guinevere.

Midnight trips to 24hour gas stations for snacks and slushies.

Going to concerts together.

Making each other playlists.

Getting lost in the woods.

Going to a museum.

Going to a skate park.

Going on a camping trip.

Going on a picnic.

Drive-in movies.

Board game night.

Going bowling.

Have a Nerf gun war.

Cooking together.

Taking a dance class together.

Watching the sunset on top of Guinevere.

Pillow forts and movie nights in the back of Guinevere.

Making a fire pit and roasting marshmallows on the beach.

Favourite Forms of Affection:

To Do To You:

Kissing your hand (the back, your knuckles, your palm, etc,.); He’d take your hand in his, bowing down, his lips brushing delicately against your knuckles. He’d look up at you from this position, his eyes locked onto yours, enchanted.

Kissing your forehead; He’d lean down, his lips pressing to your forehead comfortingly.

Cuddling; -Read excerpt below-

Holding your hand; Your fingers laced together, swinging between you as he gently strokes your hand with the pad of his thumb.

Holding your face; He enjoys holding your face in the palms of his hands, stroking your cheeks and breathing you in.

To Have Done To Him:

Playing with his hair; Your fingers gently comb through his hair, massaging his scalp with your nails.

Kissing his neck; You lean up, your lips brushing the crook of his neck, leaving a delicate peck.

Hugging him; You embrace him fully, arms wrapped tightly around his middle, nuzzling his chest and taking him all in.

Stroking his upper arm/chest; Your fingers dance along his skin, doodling and writing little notes of fixation.

Kissing his forehead; You get up on your tippy-toes, taking his cheeks in the palms of your hands, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, right between his eyebrows. Then leaning your forehead against his, just admiring him.

Big Spoon V. Little Spoon:

Barley is very cuddly and doesn’t really mind either way, he just likes being near to you.

He enjoys holding you close to his chest, wrapped safely in his arms where he can breathe you in. You love listening to the calming melody his heart plays for you whenever you’re like this. Your nails draw soothing shapes and patterns along his arm, dancing along his skin, as his chest rises and falls beneath you, almost lulling you to sleep. He just watches, enamored by you, as his pointer finger draws a delicate line between your eyebrows and along the bridge of your nose over and over.

Or when you have him laid on your stomach, whispering words of adoration as you gently run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. He’d lay there, his fingers wandering tiredly along your outer thigh, writing your name again and again.

It doesn’t matter to him, he just enjoys laying with you in his company.

Nicknames:

Nicknames he'd use for you:

Treasure

Beloved

My Heart

My Heart’s Fire

Mouse

Little Mouse

Love

Pumpkin

My World

Sweetness

Strawberry

Peanut

Bumblebee

Angel Eyes

Honey

Hon

Nicknames you'd use for him:

Prince Charming

Charming

Sweet Boy

Teddy

Teddy Bear

Angel

Sugar

Little Bear

Love

Biscuit

Little Biscuit

Honeybee

Buttercup

Honey

Hon

How He Kisses (slight nsfw)

Him cradling your face in his hands

You having to get on your tippy-toes for a kiss.

Him lifting you into the air to kiss you.

Sweet and modest kisses, very soft and slow, but also passionate.

His lips are slightly chapped, but you don’t mind.

He’s a gentle starter, very innocent and tender.

Sweet kisses turning into heated make-out sessions.

Lots of soft moans and gasps swapped between lips.

Him biting your bottom lip when things get heated.

For him to lift you up and wrap your legs around his waist when fervent.

What it's Like Sharing a Bed With Him

Lot’s of cuddling- he’s quite the cuddle-bug.

You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat while he plays with your hair.

Falling asleep on separate sides of the bed and waking up with your legs in a tangled heap and you wrapped tightly in Barley’s arms.

Songs That Represent Your Relationship

‘Mr Loverman’ by Ricky Montgomery

‘Line Without a Hook’ by Ricky Montgomery

‘Nicotine’ by P!ATD

‘House of Gold’ by Twenty One Pilots

‘Sweater Weather’ by The Neighbourhood

‘Everybody Talks’ by Neon Trees

‘Soldier, Poet, King’ by The Oh Hellos

‘I Wouldn’t Mind’ by He Is We

‘Royalty’ by Conor Maynard

‘Honeybee’ by Steam Powered Giraffe

‘Nightingale’ by Demi Lovato

‘Stereo Hearts’ by Gym Class Heroes

‘A Teenagers Romance’ by Ricky Nelson

‘Put Your Head on my Shoulder’ by Paul Anka

‘Hey Stupid, I Love You’ by JP Saxe

‘I do Adore’ by Mindy Gledhill

‘Still into you’ by Paramore

‘Someone to you’ by BANNERS

‘Bad Romance’ cover by Halestorm

‘Feel it Again’ by Hudson Taylor

‘I’m Yours’ by Jason Mraz

‘Unconditionally’ by Katy Perry

‘Would you be so Kind’ by Dodie

‘Loser’ by Julian Moon

‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ by Elvis Presley

‘18’ by Anarbor

‘Someone you Like’ by The Girl and the Dreamcatcher

‘Gentleman’ by Will Jay

‘My Life Would Suck Without You’ by Kelly Clarkson

‘Sk8er Boi’ by Avril Lavigne

‘Partners in Crime’ by Set it Off

‘Shut up and Dance’ by WALK THE MOON

‘Take my Hand’ by Picture This

‘Out of my League’ by Stephan Speaks

‘Yellow Hearts’ by Anthony Saunders

‘Giants’ by Dermot Kennedy

‘Safe and Sound’ by Capital Cities

‘Be Around Me’ by Will Joseph Cook

‘Snow’ by Ricky Montgomery

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gay-ghosts-committing-crimes · 3 years

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Two Best Friends Going to the Thrift Store!! (They Don’t Kiss)

AO3 link is here

Summary: Bobby and Flynn decide that watching people get their nails painted isn't fun, so they figure that shopping is the only answer.

Warnings: swearing and a sickening amount of platonic friendship

Words: 1,472

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Flynn groaned from where she lay sprawled out on Julie's bed.

"I'm bored," They complained, idly picking at the covers, "I'm too gay and adhd for this."

Bobby agreed from his spot on a beanbag. "Don't get me wrong, I love the vibes, and if anyone can pull off red nail polish, it's Reg, but watching nails get done? Not my version of a hot girl summer."

Julie rolled her eyes at them and continued painstakingly painting Reggie's thumbnail, making sure it was completely even before responding.

"First of all Flynn, don't pick at the blankets, your nails are still drying, second of all, Bobbin, you are literally nonbinary. You don't get a hot girl summer."

Bobby clutched dramatically at their chest, purposefully deepening his voice and pouting.

"Jules! The pain- who knew you were the gatekeeping girlboss of the Molina family? That's so transphobic." They paused, clearly waiting for someone to stand up for him. No one did.

"Fine, I see how it is. It's because I'm amab, isn't it? If Luke and Alex were here, they would let me have a hot girl summer."

Reggie piped up, "They probably wouldn't. Luke would be on Julie's side, and Alex would either agree with Willie, or if they weren't here, say something sarcastic about how you haven't earned a hot girl summer."

Bobby huffed, flipping over on the bean bag so he was basically upside down, and made a face at Reggie, who only smiled and shrugged, his cheeks lightly pink.

Flynn laughed but didn't disagree, and Bobby glared at them before flipping them off and haughtily crossing their arms. She only cackled more and he gave up, scoffing under his breath.

Julie hummed quietly under her breath as she worked, and Flynn made various noises to stim in an effort to not ruin her nails, but otherwise the small group fell quiet.

Finally Bobby couldn't handle the silence and pushed themself up, stretching and ruffling Reggie's hair before grabbing Flynn around the waist and lifting them up onto his shoulder, ignoring her protests about being careful of her nails, and heading for the door.

"Flynn and I will be back, we've got hot he/they and she/they shit to do." Flynn grumbled from where they were thrown over his shoulder, complaining about how they treated her like a rag doll, but didn't put up a fight to leaving. After all, she had been bored too.

"Alright half-pint, where to?" Bobby gingerly set her down once they made it outside, this time noticeably more careful about their nails, and she gave a nod of thanks.

"I'd pinch you for calling me that, but my nails are still drying," She glared disapprovingly at him, but they only gave a cheeky smile and started walking, leaving her to follow.

"I think there's a new thrift store we could check out; I've been meaning to get some nice platform shoes."

Bobby nodded in understanding and plucked at their black shirt, which they had cropped himself "I've been wanting a new crop top or two," They replied.

Flynn checked out their outfit and raised her eyebrows approvingly. Bobby was sporting his black crop top, a pair of red high-waisted cut-off shorts, and black combat boots with rainbow laces. Their hair was loose, and he had black winged eyeliner to finish off the look.

"You can't really go wrong with a crop top," She agreed, and he grinned in response.

"Thanks half-pint." They went to rub his knuckles on her head, but laughed and pulled away when they threatened him with being called a CisHet™.

"Hey hey!" He gestured placatingly as he laughed, "No need to be harsh!"

She rolled their eyes, but gave a soft smile and bumped their shoulders together.

They slung their arm over her shoulder and started walking again.

The thrift shop was mostly empty of people when the friends got there, but the selection was good and they both enjoyed searching the racks and showing off the random treasures they found tucked away, like a pair of boots that would have been a near perfect match of the combat boots Bobby was wearing, except for the fact that they were a beautiful floral pattern, and an adorable button up with sunflowers and bees that Flynn found between an atrocious neon orange jean jacket, and cute quarter-zip jacket with handmade embroidery on it.

Bobby paused their search for the Perfect Crop Top to hold a teal dress against his chest, and raised an eyebrow at Flynn.

"Well, what do you think? Figure this would convince Julie that I deserve my very own hot girl summer?"

Flynn snorted and shook her head, grabbing a garish purple dress with more frills than square inches, and handed it to him.

"Try this," They smirked, "You'd have the hottest girl summer of us all. Might even catch yourself a man in that outfit."

He stopped as if considering, and then regretfully shook their head, "I couldn't. There's only one person I'd want to catch, and I wouldn't want to make anyone feel bad by being the hottest in the group." He winked and bit his lip to make the fuck-boy face, to which Flynn responded by slugging them in the arm.

"Never, and I mean never, do that at me again, and also? I literally exist. I'm the hottest of the friend group. We all know this." She posed for a second and then turned back to the dresses, eyeing them up and down and smiled to themself.

"'Only one person'," They teased, partially pulling out a sequined pink dress and wrinkling their nose before glancing back at Bobby, "Please, you are head over HEELS for him. I'm surprised you haven't made a move yet honestly."

She grabbed a lavender sundress and held it up for his approval.

"Cute, I like it for you. And it's not "surprising" that I haven't made a move. I'm just... being patient. Besides little miss disaster lesbian, you haven't stopped pining over Carrie in years, and you haven't even asked her out once!! at least I've done more than that."

Flynn spun on him, "What?! You didn't tell me?!?!?"

"Wait wait wait, it wasn't anything big!" Bobby held up their hands and took a step back, "We were all up until like, four in the morning, and high on lack of sleep and all that, and I said we should all go on a double date. Luke pouted because he didn't want to go without Julie, and Alex was already asleep, so it was just me and Reggie.

"I guess now that I think about it, it was kind of a date? But like, a platonic one." They shrugged and turned back to searching the racks of clothes, but Flynn wouldn't let go of it so easily.

"So you're telling me you went on a date, with your crush, alone, and you think he doesn't like you back?! Are you fucking kidding me?? Oooh, pretty!"

They paused their rant momentarily when a cute pair of pants caught her eye, and she held them up to see how they looked. Flynn put them back and shook her head.

"Anyways, he's as much in love with you as you are with him. And. I'm getting these sunglasses because fuck you, that's why."

Bobby rolled his eyes, "I wasn't going to tell you not to, but aight. And he might like me back. It's not like-" They waved their hands vaguely, "- like Luke and Jules."

They were practically made for each other, and it was never a question about whether or not they liked each other back. They just. Did.

"With Reggie it's different. He's been through a lot Flynn, and I'd die alone a thousand times before hurting him. I just don't know if he feels the same about me."

They were both quiet for a bit, flipping through hangers and assorted shoes. It wasn't an awkward silence, just a thoughtful one, and Bobby was grateful that Flynn was able to tease and annoy, but ultimately listen and offer advice too. They were a good friend, and Bobby wouldn't trade it for the world.

After a while they went to check out, the cashier offering them a smile and polite goodbye when Flynn pushed open the door, warm air flowing around them as they began the walk back to Julie's house.

"Hey Bobbers?"

"Yeah half-pint?"

"I don't think the boys, or you, would ever let you come close to hurting Reggie. And by the way? He tooootally likes you back."

"Yeah?" He gave a grateful smile.

"Yeah."

"Thanks half-pint." They laughed when she flicked them, and pulled her into a hug before linking their arms and singing a song under his breath.

It was a good day to have friends like his.

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