Hazelslut

They start kissing goodnight. It's fine, right? They used to do that when they were young. Each kiss hangs longer than the last, never quite enough to satisfy either of them. Sometimes the little sister whimpers softly when her big sister's hand grazes her skin. The big sister clutches her pillow to her chest at night and wishes it smelled the same as her precious sister.

She came to live with you and mom after her father passed away. Who was your father too. You barely knew the man. Cared even less. He was a deadbeat who walked out before you could care.

Now this girl, his other daughter sat there on the doorstep. Dropped off just like that. More like dumped. Her mother didn't seem to care. She looked like a drowned rat in the rain. Clutching a soaked backpack to her chest she looked like she'd cry any second.

Mother pulled her in asking me to fetch a towel. The moment the girl was inside, she was already apologizing. For what? She was the one dumped.

"Im...Im sorry...sorry...I...can go a-after the storm-"

Mother put a finger to her lips shaking her head "Sweetheart, you are going to stay right here. Now, as soon as we get you dried off, I'll see if there is something warm for you to wear"

"S-Sorry...I'm so m-much trouble"

Why was she apologizing so much? Sure this was a bit weird, but not like she was trying to demand anything. She was so skinny, barely anything to her. You huffed putting your hands on your hips, this girl flinched at it, not good "Hardly trouble at all. Let me get you something to eat too. Hold on there are some microwave snacks I can make up. You're not, allergic to anything are you?"

She stood there as mother started to dry the girl off "N-No...I don't think so."

"Good enough"

While coming back with a plate full of those little pizza things you could hear her. She was crying, quietly, like really quiet. Mother was running their clothing through the wash, even the stuff in that backpack was all soaked. She was curled up on the couch in a set of fuzzy pj's you had outgrown.

Setting down the plate she jumped, startled, all the while trying to wipe her tears away "Sorry...sorry... I didn't mean to get dumped here..."

You sit down next to her. She looked so small but she couldn't be that much younger than you. Her hair was still a bit of a mess. Same color as yours, or maybe a bit lighter "Hey, easy there. Don't worry about that right now. Right now you should be enjoying terrible snacks and some cat videos." You pick up one of the snacks, blowing on it before holding it towards her "Say ahh"

There is this look she gives you, confused before slowly opening her mouth slowly. As you pop the snack in you could wear you see the start of a smile. As she finishes the first one she opens her mouth again, waiting.

You didn't intend it but, why not. Same as before you gently pop the next one in her mouth. This time you know you saw her smile. She was cute. Then as you kept feeding her, it came out just like that, as easy as could be "Good girl"

She squeaked, really squeaked, like a startled mouse. She tried to hide her face in her hands so fast. She shook her head making this tiny whine. She was really cute. Though she was your little half-sister. Of course she was going to be cute.

She looked up at you through her fingers "D-did you really mean that?"

"I wouldn't say if I didn't. You're being such a good girl. A brave one too. I can't imagine how awful this must be for you, but, you're safe here okay?"

"Promise?"

Your nod alone had this girl smiling again "Promise. I'm your big sister. Of course I'll keep you safe."

She wrapped her arms around you in a great hug as she nearly bawled her eyes out. You hugged her back nearly as tight. Petting her hair softly as she cried on your shoulder. You let her. What else were big sisters for?

Finally as it felt like she had cried herself it had gotten late, very late. Helping her to bed you almost took her to the guest room. A thought later and you pulled her along to your room. The last thing this girl needed was to be alone.

"A-Are you sure that's...that its okay?"

"You just got here, besides we're both girls."

She shifts in place looking at the floor "I'm...I'm not really a...girl-girl..."

It takes you a moment. Then it comes to you "Oh fuck"

She winces when she hears you. She pulls away fast, too fast "Im sorry! I'm sorry...I'll sleep somewhere else, I'm sorry."

"Is that why she left you here?"

She nods slowly looking like she's about to cry again. Both hands held to her chest, watching you. Waiting for, something.

"If I get my hands on her..." You take a deep breath to calm yourself and hold your hand out to her "Well if you say you're a girl-girl then you are a girl-girl."

"P-Promise?"

"Promise."

This sweet girl ended up asleep in your arms. She felt so small curled up against you. Her head resting against your chest. She was safe and sound under the covers with you. Even in her sleep she held onto you like you were the only thing she ever really wanted.

That was how you started to become your little sister's keeper.

you feel cold. no, like really cold. it's 7am on a bright friday morning, and you feel very, almost bone-chillingly cold. you wipe the sleep from your eyes as you remember you are indeed a person that exists. time for class, you remind yourself. of course, class for you means going 20 feet away to your desktop, in which you will attend your virtual classes. it's been the same cycle for just about 3 months, ever since you got into college. you managed to get most of your courses online, only going in once a week. pretty sweet for a double major, even if it’s more like high school than college. log on, pretend to pay attention for 8 hours, and then do nothing for the next 6-8 hours. it's not a particularly conducive lifestyle, but hey, it could be worse. you manage to drag your upper body into an upright position, gently put aside your daughter (shark plushie), put your headphones on, and prepare yourself for the next few hours of lectures that you willingly put yourself through. 

you're still cold. it's 9am, and the sun is still trying to force its way through your blackout curtains. it's winter, so it's bound to be cold at this time of year. you throw some blankets on, and call it there. still more work to be done, still more daylight to burn. your eyes are barely open, still tired from the few hours of sleep you managed to get last night. you check your message client to see a few DMs from your friends, all from the night before. you'll check them later. suddenly, your professor's voice projects through your headphone speakers.

"Pepper, you still with us?" "Yes, ma'am." "Can you explain to me the importance of SNMP¹ in a network?" the mention of that acronym flicks on a bulb in your head as you recite all the things you can remember about it. "SNMP manages network devices using an agent and a manager to collect data on the devices. I think." "Good, Ms. Ramnauth. At least someone's paying attention." you were absolutely not paying attention in the slightest, you just happened to know that. you're also gonna pretend you didn't get extremely excited when an older woman said you did good. you start looking at the texts your friends sent you. a song they found, a piece of art they're working on, gosh, your friends are so talented! shame you didn't get the same gifts they did. nope, you have to work extra to get to the level of good they're at. but enough moping about, do your classwork! you think about possibly getting a snack (or refilling your water bottle that's been staring you in the face completely empty for quite some time now to be honest) but that would require you to get up and to be frank that's a lot of work. surely this will have no immediate negative effects!

it's 10am. you're still really, really, like *really* cold. it was bearable an hour ago, but it's really gotten worse over that time span. not to mention, your vision has been getting more blurry by the minute, and you feel really, really heavy. yknow, for no reason at all. you hear a door open down the hall. your big sister, ellie! when you started transitioning, she was really supportive, even going as far as to help with your weekly injections, occasionally! thinking about her for too long causes a pit to form in your stomach, so it's a good thing you can barely think right now. using the little brainpower you have left, you remember that she's off from work today, which explains why she's home this late. about five minutes later, your phone starts buzzing and blaring a familiar tune. “Yeah?” “You up?” “Yeah.” “Want breakfast?” “Nah.” you don’t need breakfast. you don’t even really want breakfast. you haven’t had breakfast on a weekday in months. ellie’s just trying to be a good sister, i suppose.

it’s 10:30am. things have not gotten better. your vision is getting really blurry, and it feels like you’re gonna keel over and die any second now. as a last resort, you muster all your strength to open your message client and try to contact one of your friends, as a way to keep yourself focused. the unending fuzz of your sleep deprivation and the fatigue of your still ongoing chills swirl to form an extremely uneasy concoction, causing your body to sway back and forth uncontrollably while your hands try to type out a message. your leg muscles tighten in an effort to keep your body in your chair, one that seems to be working for now. time to type out a message.

> spicybun0525: yohu bhsy?

> majorninesharpeleven: girl are you high

heh, nailed it. having endured the moment of truth, you reassure yourself that having sent one (1) message is proof enough that you can handle the rest of the day. look at me, i’m so stro-

*THUD!*

you awake on your couch, not knowing what time it is, your name, why there’s a towel on your head, or how you got here. you manage to remember that you are, in fact, Pepper Ramnauth, and that you were in your room seemingly a moment ago. the sound of another person in your vicinity alerts you to the fact that, wait a second, you were in your room just now. how did you get on the couch? “looks like someone’s awake.” you’re still remembering that you exist, but you swear that that’s your sister’s voice. 

“mh… ellie?” “yes?” “wuh happened?” “I heard a loud noise from your room, and I found you slumped over on the ground, so I dragged you downstairs. you have a fever, by the way.” for someone with a fever, you still feel pretty damn cold. it’s dark outside, but it’s winter, so it could very well be, like, 4pm. “you did not carry me all the way downstairs.” “that’s the part you’re focused on? not the whole you passing out thing?” “well, did you?” “ugh, fine. if you must know, i did in fact, carry you all the way downstairs. I've got, like, big sister strength, or something like that.” “right. what time is it anyways?” “it’s like, 7, I think. you slept pretty long.” shit! you managed to sleep through the entirety of your schedule. this really isn’t good. imagine all the material you missed! this really isn’t good. you’re gonna have to catch up on so many things, this is so ba-

“pepper.” the sound of your sister’s voice grounds you immediately, which could mean nothing. “you need to eat something, you haven’t eaten all day.” you try to protest, being immediately (and frankly extremely rudely) interrupted by the sound of your own stomach growling ferociously. “okay, fine. I'll eat.”

dinner was supposed to be leftover pizza from last night, but ellie had other plans. she cooked a pasta dish that has some fancy Italian name you don't remember, all you know is that it was pretty good. you looked it up, and apparently it takes a lot of skill to pull off. why would she put that much effort into just something for you? you tried to put her off of cooking, but she claims that “you need to eat something more substantial than pizza”. you eat probably more than you should. 

it’s 8:30pm. you’re on the couch, on your phone, and somehow still freezing. usually at this time, you’re in your room trying to advance your (not for long!) tiny music career, but you’re so tired that going up the stairs sounds like a herculean task. not that you won’t try. you took some fever meds after dinner, and it’s certainly starting to kick in. your sister, next to you on the couch is ellie, who you’ve now realized is staring intently at you. “you look dead.” astute observation, ellie. just brilliant. you’ve cracked the code. you do probably look dead, actually. it’s time for bed, anyways. “need help?” “I am completely capable of walking upstairs unassisted.” you get up from the couch, and try your best to walk towards the stairs. unfortunately for you, there's something in the way. 

“...” “so, ms. ‘completely capable’, was that part of your plan?” “..that table was a paid actor.” “pepper.”, your sister says in a tone that says “i don’t believe you know what you’re doing.” to her credit, you don’t. “elizabeth.” you fire back, using her real name. in response to this, your sister gets up from her place on the couch to sling her left arm around your torso in one swift motion. she’s always been taller than you, so she can grab around you relatively easily. the sudden warmth from her body next to your own is jarring, but you don’t hate it. ellie’s torso pressed against yours, her heat spreading to you. she’s really warm, actually… she’s holding you so gently, but tight enough to keep you propped up. for someone that’s been cold the whole day, you’ve been missing warmth like water in the desert. instinctively, you lean into her. “you enjoying this?” she says teasingly. while that may be somewhat true, you need to lock in. the one thing you should be paying attention to right now is putting one foot in front of the other. with your sister by your side, anything is possible! as you make your way upstairs, you can feel your mind slowly slipping as the medicine reaches its full effect. each step feels like you’re taking a gamble, and your vision is anything but clear right now. ellie notices this almost immediately, and you feel yourself hit the floor for the second time today. this time, it’s not by accident. progress! your sister sits you down in the hallway as you try to wake yourself up. you remember a trick you picked up from the doctor the last time something like this happened, and start taking deep breaths to try to regain some sort of control over your body, all the while a very worried ellie checks your temperature. her left hand cups your face while she rests her right hand over your forehead, before pulling back her hand suddenly. “there’s another way to check her temperature, apparently it’s supposed to be better…”, she mutters to herself. what’s she talking about? there’s only one way to check a person’s temperature outside of a thermometer. “pepper, you still with me?” “mh.. yea ai’m still here…” “good!” she moves her right hand to the side of your face, starts leaning in, and…

*chu!*

what. what the hell was that. she just kissed your forehead. what. oh my god. your big sister just kissed your forehead. and not like, a quick peck, either, she held it for a good couple of seconds. she’s still holding your face, looking intently into your eyes. your breathing has gotten considerably faster, and if you were a little lighter, you’d definitely be blushing right now. her lips felt really soft on your skin, what would they feel like on yours…? wait, no! this isn’t right! she’s your sister! now that you’re definitely awake and alert, you immediately question her. “elle, what the hell?” “I heard kissing someone’s forehead is the best way to check their temperature.” “where’d you hear that from?” “I heard it from someone. apparently, lips can sense temperature better than hands.” you’re pretty sure she’s bullshitting. “c’mon, let’s get to your room.”, your sister says, changing the subject. “I think I’m good from here.”, you say, immediately getting lightheaded the second you stand up. seeing this, your sister resumes her position next to you as you finally return to your room after many long hours. secretly, selfishly, you don’t want this moment to end. being next to your sister, feeling her warmth, it all feels so nice. she’s been so gentle with you the whole day, taking care of you, making sure you were fed… you feel warm… but also disgusting. 

it’s 9pm. your sister is putting you on your bed. “night, pepper.” you grab her wrist. “don’t go.” “you alright?” “i’m sorry.” “..huh?” “you did so much for me today. you picked me up when i fainted this morning, you made sure I took the medicine, you cooked for me… you even helped me upstairs. i’m sorry that I put you through that. god, i’m so sorry..” you can barely meet her eyes as you apologize for today’s antics. “oh, sis…” ellie’s expression softens. she hesitates for a moment before pulling you into her embrace, which you honestly were not expecting. “pepper…” she trails off for a moment before letting you go for a brief moment to get comfortable in your bed. your big sister is now in bed with you. “c’mere, hun.”, your sister beckons. you hesitantly snuggle up towards her, before letting her pull you close, with your head in her hands. “look at me, pepper.” you comply, looking up at her. “you didn’t do anything wrong, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong today. you didn’t make me do anything for you.” her voice is dripping with honey, like she’s comforting a small child. you don’t hate it, actually. meanwhile, you were so focused on your sister, you didn’t even register yourself start to cry. “aw… when was the last time you were held like this?”, your sister coos. you bury your face into her left shoulder at the mention of this. how many years has it been since you were held? since you felt truly loved? or safe? you feel ellie’s hand at the back of your head, holding you softly. “you’ve been working so hard these past weeks, you deserve some comfort…” she continues to reassure you gently as your cries intensify, your arms wrapping around her tightly. “you can hug me as tight as you need to, babe. you can nuzzle into my chest if you want, too, ehehe~” your sister squeezes around you as you sob uncontrollably into her chest, the stress and wear from the past few days finally breaking through. the faucet has broken off the wall. “there, there, pepper… let it out. you’re doing so good for me, hun. you’re safe.” your sister kisses the top of your head as she tenderly comforts you. your head feels so good against her soft chest as your body rests on hers, feeling so small in comparison. her stomach feels amazing against your arms, while her hands rest on your back. you can feel every contour on her body, every little detail and imperfection that make her so… her, for lack of a better word. you hold on to her like she’s the last thing in the world. your sister’s always been your biggest role model in your life. when you were little, she’d be the one defending you from bullies who called you horrible names. when you were figuring out that you were a girl, she was the most supportive, even helping you pick out a new name and everything. your big sister has always been your ideal version of womanhood, the one you always looked up to. 

“can you move up a little for me, baby? good girl.” hearing this, you bury yourself further into her chest. “aw.. did someone get flustered by getting called a good girl..? well guess what… you’re always gonna be my good, sweet, baby girl. yeah, hun. even on the days where you aren’t 100%. especially then.” your sobbing is coming to an end, being replaced by, at last, a heaviness in your eyes, and a sense of relief that radiates through your body. as you drift to sleep, the last thing you hear is your sister’s voice, gently guiding you to rest. you swear that you could hear an “I love you”. 

you feel warm.

footnotes: 

¹: Simple Networking Management Protocol, a networking protocol that collects and organizes information on network-connected devices (routers, network switches, printers…) so that administrators can monitor them

ch.1 afterword:

hello, all! this is my first time writing seriously in quite a while, so I hope that I did good. huge shoutout to @mischief-missie for beta reading and helping along the way! this concept is something that I’ve had in my mind for quite some time, ever since I got into siscon all the way back in December. reading everyone else’s works really inspired me, especially @gentlelovingsiscon, @sweetestsixshooter, @sisconvention (whose writing introduced me to siscon), and my biggest inspiration, @damnedlibrarian/librariansister. I think that fluff is something that’s really underrepresented in this community, and I’m glad that I could embody the change I want to see! you all will definitely be seeing more of these gals in the future, it’s far from one-and-done ;P

A half hour later (she always did take long showers), she walks out in a towel to a pristine living room, and a hot meal. You're lighting a candle on the dining room table, and you look up with a grin at her gawking face. She says, "You didn't have to do this much! I'd have settled for hamburger helper on the couch..." and you shake your head, replying, "No, no. After what that bastard put you through, you deserve to be treated well!" She chuckles, and kisses you on the cheek. "I'll go get dressed, real quick..." she says, and you say "You're fine like this, though!", to which she gives you a confused look, and you realize what you said. "I-I just mean, it'll get cold, and I don't care what you're wearing. I mean, I've seen you in far weirder outfits, you know?" She pauses, an inscrutable play across her face as she thinks. But she breathes out her nose, half chuckle, half sigh, and says "Fuck it," and the two of you sit down to eat.

After dinner, you crack open a bottle of wine and chill on her couch, as she puts on a show she keeps recommending to you. You tell her you haven't gotten around to it, but in truth, you just wanted to watch it with her. She shivers a bit, probably because shes only wearing a towel, and you move closer, putting your arm around her shoulder. You feel her shake when you do, and ask, "Is something wrong?" She sighs, pauses the show, and turns to you. "I...know what you're trying to do, and we can't. It's not like when we were kids, experimenting, this would be...wrong." You look into her eyes, and you can see them dart about. She isn't just saying this to you, she's saying it to herself. You need to choose wisely what you say next, or it could ruin everything. You pause, think, and finally say it, "Would it be so bad? You know I can love you better than any of them. You keep trying, but it never works out! I...I could work out, you know?"

She stands up and starts pacing, her fingernails in her mouth. "I...know, and you know I love you too, but...what would people think? We'd have to keep it a secret!" You reply instantly, "From who? Our family? They're miles away, and they don't approve of either of us being queer, anyways." She stops biting her nails and shakes her head, "B-but...Legally, I--" you stand up and grab both her hands, interrupting, "Since when do we give a shit about laws?" Her eyes stare at your hands holding hers, and she blushes, before turning her eyes to your face. You pause, but loose one hand to pull her chin up to face you. "Look. Just one night, nobody needs to know but us, okay? And if we still have doubts after that, we end it." She stares into your eyes, drinking them in, and silently nods. It's then that you lean in and kiss.

♫

With a pronounced swish, you finish the black 'e' of the oversized 'Transfem Pride' poster you'll be crowding the other bus passengers with when you drag your big sister to her first pride parade. You look over at her, ready to mock her with the fact that she gave in after years of calling it 'too commercialized to bother with', but before your tongue finds a taunt, you notice a big dot of pink ink on her lower lip. She's still trying to think of what to put on her poster, and after a few moments her bottom lip falls open, and she starts to tap the tip of her thick pink sharpie on it while she thinks.

The moisture on her lip glistens in the white light of the kitchen, and try as you might, you can't stop staring as your mind starts to wander. You can see her lips opening wider, and she keeps tapping as her tongue slips further and further out with each touch, curving little by little to cup the tip of the pen more perfectly, and you can feel your cheeks start to grow warm as a pressure builds between your legs.

Reality flickers in for a moment when she makes that kind of grunting sound she always does when she's trying and failing to be clever, and the end of the sharpie starts to trace back and forth across her bottom lip. The image finally comes together in vivid detail, and her wet lips are tenderly caressing the tip of your cock, slick and smooth, light kisses turning more emphatic, little touches of suction as she starts to make out with your sex more and more, hands coming up to keep you in place for her to worship you with her mouth.

You squirm in your chair a little and idly adjust your panties to constrict you a little less while you stare and imagine. She hums open mouthed as she stares down at the paper, tapping the pink felt against her open bottom lip harder, and it's you, hand on your shaft to tap your tip on her lips, hearing the little moist noises and feeling the wetness she's given you. Your face crinkles as you look down at her intense eyes, waiting to see her give you permission to put it in her mouth, hearing a little hum as she nods a half inch and opens wide. Your heart blisters with disbelieving adrenaline as you slide in, feeling…

"Hey!"

You flinch and blink your eyes quickly to return to the moment, and your sister is standing in front of you and loudly snapping her fingers in front of your eyes, once, twice, four more times even after you've obviously already refocused on her. "Are you even listening?"

You have at least a dozen IQ points that didn't just drown in your arousal. "What? Yes, obviously. You just need to do the highlights, I already got the outlines."

"Yeah, duh, stupid."

Hearing her be mean to you boils that familiar little feeling in your chest that you didn't understand until you hit puberty, and you squirm in your chair a little. Your previous adjustment to your underwear stayed too tight while your sister's big lips sneered at you, and you're… totally still staring right at her lips and not her eyes. But after a moment's abject failure to refocus, she reaches out and grabs your lower lip with two fingers, disdain evident on her face. "You got marker all over your lips!"

The black sharpie in your hand clatters out of your fingers onto the table, and you try to look down to see what kind of mess you made, but she keeps a tight and painful grip on your lip. You whimper a little, and she laughs at you, exactly the sound that you loathed growing up, right up until she came out and it started to make you feel weird in ways you didn't quite understand.

She finally releases your lip with an upward yank, but then she quickly catches your cheeks with the same hand like a juggler and squishes your mouth open.

"Wh-whatreyou" Your squished question muffles out of existence as you stare upwards, watching her eyes locked on your lips. Your face is getting hot and hazy and your pants are getting very tight, and it'll be a very awkward risk if you have to stand up from the table in front of her any time soon. It shouldn't turn you on to hear her say "You got it all over your tongue!" with as much disgust as she ladles into it, but you're a stupid teen and she's your stupid big sister.

As the horny brainrot starts to decay your focus more and more, you can feel your mouth watering, watering for her, and your hand strays to your crotch under the table as your mind starts to see her a few feet above you instead, you on your knees below, watching her slowly slide her panties down over her bulge with one hand, exposing the cock that you've been trying not to eye too much while she walks around the house in just a shirt and underwear.

You can feel her staring at you, but you can't see anything but her sex, cotton pulling away to let it free. Not quite hard, just enough to tell you that she wants your mouth, that she wants you to lean forward and wrap your lips around her, just the tip at first, taking your time to savor every centimeter, sucking gently, swirling your tongue around her more and more. You can feel her slowly growing harder in your mouth, getting closer to the perfect fit that you've shamefully craved since she invited you into the pool changing room after you came out a year later than her.

You pull back to lap at her, wet tongue caressing the sweet of her precum, savoring the taste and the way it lubricates your lips. She runs out of patience and holds your mouth open with one hand, the other guiding her sex right over your smooth tongue, the path slickened for her to smoothly hilt in your mouth.

She makes that groan, that one you heard through the cracked bathroom door when she was in the shower, the one that replayed in your head every time you watched TV with her and forced you to pull a blanket over yourself to hide how much of a creep you are for getting hard just from being in the room with her.

Your hands start to rub yourself through your panties, and her words are low, smoky ambrosia as she mutters "Fuck, you…"

They suddenly kick up in tone. "You're drooling all over!"

Your eyes snap back into focus and you're almost dizzy for a moment as you're rubber-banded back into reality. She releases your mouth, and when you close it you can immediately feel that she was right, that your chin is wet, and you flick a glance down at the table under you to see a little pool of saliva. There's too much for it to have just been a few moments, and you look back up at your sister to see her gripping her uncapped pink sharpie tight, cheeks flushed, eyes antsy and dying to dart away from your gaze, but she holds eye contact as she shakes her hand off. She stammers out "Fucking… fucking gross. You loser. Go like, clean up or something…"

Embarrassing as soaking the table might be, your hardness could probably cut a diamond right now, and you'd probably drop dead if she saw how stiff you got just from her holding your mouth open and staring at you. You glance away and stammer, equally clumsily "Uh, just, um just a minute…"

When you look back she can't meet your eyes, and she turns away to pluck a few tissues out of a nearby box to throw at you. "Whatever… weirdo." She flicks a glance back at you, redder than ever, then she abruptly starts to move toward the door. "I'll be back later, to uh, finish." Her voice turns flustered. "I'll come back and finish your poster later!"

Happy to help!

I actually made a custom subtag for my recommendations for the lovely gentlelovingsiscon a while ago that are on the fluffier side, #sss gls rec

As for AO3:

I just read Those Nights recently and really adored it, it's so tender

Maybe It All Evens Out is short and quite sweet

Eta Carinae by the lovely @yuricestmaple is monumental, and it evens out into sweet after only a little angsty stuff at the beginning. Very fluffy overall!

Big Little Sister has some bullying in it, but it's not particularly angsty, exactly. Pretty sincere overall

Lost by my wonderful best friend @velacity is also tender and intimate 😄

-because you are friends

-to practice

-because you are secretly in love with each other

-for the bit

But when you go to move to the chair I say, "No, that seat's taken, you can sit over here," and then click my fingers and point at the floor next to me

You hesitate, confused and flustered, and then I say, "Sit," and you're on the ground before you realise, watching me smirk down at you

GIRL THE EGG COLUMN IS NOT A GOOD IDEA. YOU DO NOT NEED CONVINCING YOU NEED CONVICTION.

IS REASON ENOUGH. BE A

GIRL TODAY RIGHT NOW