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crying over some stupid boy and then remembering i’m a shifter and i can just leave???? like i can dip whenever i want and go hang out with someone that actually wants me???? lmao
oh how i love being a silly teenage girl shifter, having fun daydreaming abt my drs whenever i am not shifting. fangirling about my dr s/o, having a "it is what it is" mindset in this reality because i know shifting is easy for me and i can use shifting to experience/re-experience things; "creating" drs from scratch & developing the lore and plots for my dr, giggling & fangirling over our drs with my mooties and shifter friends, feeling more content with life, making endless pinterest boards & tiktok favourite categories about each of my drs; trying out new tips & techniques and learning new things abt my shifting journey; having the entire multiverse at my fingertips
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Serious post alert!! Skip if any if the recent stuff on shiftblr has been triggering to you or makes you uncomfortable to read.
Hey so, I usually try to steer away from negative topics on here but I've noticed a BIG uptick of negiativity and just fucking weirdos on shiftblr so this is going to be my hopefully one time and last time talking about my stance on this.
Do not interact with me if you shift to be a victim of pedophilia or a pedophile
Do not interact with me if you shift to have romantic or sexual relations with a family member
Do not interact with me if you are transphobic/homophobic
Do not interact with me if you support that weird fucking shiftblrtea account
Do not interact with me if you are racist or shift to be another race to fetishize it
Do not interact with me if you support any MAGA or right wing ideologies
That is it, goodbye my dearies. Take a little break from all the toxicity, we all need it
It was the neighbourly thing to do, you told yourself. This affirmation didn’t sooth your jitters as you stood outside of Chris’s house.
You had spent the last three days absolutely perfecting a brownie recipe. Not too sweet, not too bland. Fudgy, decadent, and delicious. Holding a Tupperware full of them in front of your chest, you reach to knock on the front door.
After waiting long enough to debate leaving, Chris finally pulls open the entrance.
Similar jeans and a black t-shirt spotted with paint stains hang over his body. He has his arm folded up to his wet hair, and is drying it with a towel. Soap, cologne, and the distinct smell of heated water radiates from him.
Great. You interrupted his shower.
He’s looking back at you, tilting his head as if he’s waiting for you to speak first.
“Hey! Um… I remember you saying you lived at the end of the street,” you ramble. “I just wanted to bring something and introduce myself to the neighbours. I know we’ve already met but…”
“Aint that usually the other way around?” He questions, “Aint I supposed to bring you something to welcome you to the neighbourhood?”
Gulping, you answer, “You already helped me plenty. Think of this as a thank you!”
“Well good, ‘cause I can’t bake for shit.” Chris laughs, taking the container you were pushing towards him. “Have you gone to over there yet?” He points across the way.
Turning, you see a small, lovely-looking house with a picket fence. Vintage charm blanketed the whole neighborhood, but this house in particular seemed like a diamond in the ruff. Freshly planted flowers, pink trim under the windows, and a bright layer of white paint over the house made it shine. Despite being petite, it gleamed with the allure of a fine country home.
“No, I haven’t,” you admit. The truth was, Chris’s place was the only you were planning on visiting with the brownies.
“You better. Elaine’s a real people-person.”
Relief washes over you. It had been weeks since you’d spoken to another woman, and it was sure to boost your morale. Home sickness had become almost impossible to bear, despite constant calls with your mother and sisters. Even though you were in West Virginia and not Wisconsin anymore, a female friendship would certainly make you feel more at home.
Sauntering back to your house, you immediately immerse yourself in the kitchen. Tailoring perfectly to the aesthetic of Elaine’s house, you expertly whip up raspberry scones. You thought it gave feminine and classic, the impression you had of Elaine.
Wasting no time, you amble down the unpaved road. Having been raised on farmland in the midwest, you were used to these kinds of towns. What you weren’t familiar with was the houses being close enough together that you could walk to them. Growing up, the nearest family was half a mile away. You prefer this layout, though—a strong community was something you always wanted to be a part of.
You knock on the pretty white door. It pulls open almost instantly.
In the entryway stands a woman you knew you’d get along with. Long blonde hair cascades down her sides, locks twisting in flawless curls. A patterned half apron is tied at the waist of her sundress. She is beautifully put together—an idealistic southern belle. You immediately felt much more at ease, having found someone your age in the area. There was Chris—but even he had some years on you.
“Well hey there darlin’,” she greeted, her accent reminding you how far you were from home.
“Hi! I’m the new neighbor, i just wanted to introduce myself.” You say, and give her your name.
“How sweet! I’m Elaine. Now, come inside, don’t need ya getting burnt up out there.” She smiles, and gestures for you to come through the doorway.
Stepping inside, it was obvious it matched the beauty of the outside. Quaint but decorative, everything about the home screamed country living.
“I’m just cookin’ dinner for my husband, he’ll be home shortly here.” She walked to the kitchen as if your presence was casual.
You followed. She was already at the stove, searing a steak.
“Pour yourself some sweet tea,” she offered, turning to point at a pitcher on the counter.
“I won’t interrupt your dinner, I just wanted to bring over some scones and say hello.” You place the plastic-wrapped plate down.
“Aren’t you just a peach,” she began pouring your tea for you. “I already ate, and my husband won’t mind that you’re over. He loves the company, especially from someone who’s intrigued his brother.”
“Brother?” You tilt your head, sipping at the drink.
Elaine looks up as the front door opens. You follow her gaze, only to be met with a sight that confuses your mind.
Strolling in the house is a man near identical to Chris. Same brooding stature, same blue-collar aesthetic, same features. The only difference was a beard that laid on this man’s lower face.
Throwing his keys on a side table, he sees you. “Ah, new neighbour?”
You introduce yourself, shake his hand, and try not to seem foolish.
“This is my husband, Matt. Chris’s brother.” Elaine walks over, dress swaying as she gives him a kiss.
Twin brother, you correct mentally. “Nice to meet you!”
Matt sits down at the island next to you, his wife preparing food on a plate. The staple, traditional atmosphere makes you feel at ease. They both seemed so at peace with their routine.
“How’s that sink treating you? Any more problems?” He asks, cutting his steak.
“No, no. Chris really fixed it up.” You couldn’t help but wonder why Chris had told his brother about such a mundane task.
“So, what brings you to the middle of nowhere?”
You smile at Matt’s question. “I guess I’ve always wanted to live in the country. Found a good deal on a house with a big kitchen, and here I am.”
“Have you met any other people in the community yet?” Elaine asks.
“Just you guys and… Chris.” His name leaving your mouth makes your cheeks blush.
“He seems to like you,” Matt says, “he usually doesn’t talk to anyone but us.”
This doesn’t help ease the flush of your face.
“Matt, hush. You’re embarrassing the girl.” Elaine quips.
He just smiles into his fork, biting his food.
“No, it’s okay. I… like him too,” you say, staring into the glass in your cup.
Elaine shoots her husband a look that doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Her eyebrows are raised, and a tight smirk is curled at her lip. It almost signified that they were planning something.
a/n: I’ve switched up my style a bit—writing and theme. lemme know what you think!
Also, sorry to the people in my taglist 😭 I’ve been so active lately. (Can you tell I haven’t worked in 5 days)
cw : none really, mention of his scars but no description, just fluff and sweet teenage love
obsessed bf!remus sniffing behind your ear every-time you cuddle, making you laugh and push him away resulting in him crushing you in a hug every time.
obsessed bf!remus resting his hands on your stomach under your jumper anytime he can, ignoring your protests about people seeing because he needs to be touching you at all times or he will explode.
obsessed bf!remus insisting on walking you everywhere, carrying you back to your dorm after astronomy lessons even if you’re more awake than him.
obsessed bf!remus flinching when you first touch his scars but ultimately not having the heart to deny you anything, slowly falling into the routine of you taking care of the aftermath of his furry little situation when doesn’t wanna go to the hospital wing.
obsessed bf!remus always sleeping better tucked in your bed, even if he denies it being the most comfortable place he’s ever been.
obsessed bf!remus who is so used to the same routine ever day, centering his entire schedule around you and spending every minute apart thinking of your warm, soft bed and fingers running through his hair.
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“you like that, baby?” ৎ𝄢 i am not responsible for the content you consume online as a minor, be safe.
sweetheart!reader x any ݂ 𖥔 afab!reader intended but not very detailed, 3rd person pov. 𓊆†𓊇 cw : car sex, unprotected piv (wrap it b4 u tap it, yk the deal), creampie, honestly rlly sweet n fluffy for smut. i cant bring myself to write mean guys bc girls are just so beautiful and sweet and cutie and we deserve to be worshiped!
“you like that, baby?” he questions, moving his hand up to rest at your scalp. tugging lightly at the hair sprouting from your nape as his teeth scrape over that sweet spot behind your ear. you grab at his shoulders with all the strength you can muster and press him against the car seat
“mm—yeah,” you stutter out, breath hitching as he slaps his tip onto your soft stomach, “yeah, i like that.” he tilts your head to press his lips against yours and rolls his hips, cock head rubbing against your glossy folds and slowly sinking in as he pants into your mouth.
“fuck, fuckfuckfuck.” he curses out, head tilting back and shaky hands falling to your hips. he pushes your skirt up higher and a shiver shoots down his spine as you flutter around his cock. “just like that, so good for me, baby doll.”
he’s whimpering out not long after, keeping up a steady rhythm bullying his long dick into you but starting to twitch from your sweet nectar dripping down him. “not gonna last long, fuck so beautiful.” he gasps out, grinding deep into you and caressing all the best spots deep inside you. his fingers tremble as he works tight circles on your puffy clit, watching your slick pussy suck him in deep. he’s a man of his word, and can’t help himself from shooting ropes of hot, sticky cum in you as you come undone on his cock.
the both of you sit panting, entwined together in the back of his car as you come down from your euphoria and he pulls you onto your stomach as you both silently decide a second round is much better than the cheap movie you were planning on seeing.
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