#'snap its just a shirt' and these are just my balls alright its all the little things that are like Dawg Cmon

[todayisafridaynight]

We rlly don’t need another majima game 😭 please give other characters a chance he already had the spotlight in 0😔

lord if i speak on goro majima.

[luvfy0dor]

“His Hands are in my Hair, His Clothes are in my Room ♡⁠˖” BSD x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol

Warnings; Nikolais and Chuuyas are hardly proofread, Nikolais was rushed, Nikolais nearly got scrapped, I don't like Nikolais, maybe a little ooc

Description; sharing clothing w the BSD boys

A/n; GUYS OH MY GOD I GOT A 5 ON MY FIRST AP EXAM IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF AHHHHHH IM GONNA CRY also I'm sorry posts are so few and far between. It's so hot and hard to function. I know I said the exact same thing to excuse minimal posts in winter but like. its literally hot as balls and all I got is a puny ass 8yro fan and the occasional sip of iced water.

Osamu Dazai ★

• Dazai likes to take your old T-shirts to sleep in when you lend them to him for the night. After a few nights of having Dazai at your house, you wonder why your sleep-shirt collection has nearly cut in half.

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You unlocked the door of your apartment and pushed it open with your unoccupied hand. The other arm held a large brown paper bag filled with gas station food and snacks for you and your boyfriend, who followed you inside. Once you set the bag down on the coffee table, you retrieved your keys from the door and closed it. When you came back to the kitchen, Dazai had already dumped everything out and was sifting through all the options. "The walk back from the gas station was hardly five minutes and I've already forgotten everything we got." He says with a grin, opening a bag of chips and eating a couple. He offered you some, holding the bag out to you. "Want some?' He mumbled.

"Yeah, let me just change into pajamas first, I don't wanna do anything until I'm comfortable." You said, shrugging off your jacket and starting to undo your belt before you even make it back to your room. Dazai followed suit, bag of chips still in hand. "Can I borrow some?" You nodded before taking off your shirt and tossing it in the laundry hamper, going through your closet to find a shirt for your boyfriend and yourself. "Thank youuu~" He plops down onto your bed, keeping the chip bag upwards so he doesn't get any crumbs or dust on your nice blankets. He watches you pull one of your band shirts over your head, admiring your body from his position on your mattress. He's snapped out of his daze when black fabric comes flying at him, but he catches it before it can smack him in the face. "Thanks, babe, you're so kind."

He switches his work clothes for your old ones, the big shirt nearly swallowing his scrawny torso comfortably. "Alright, I want snacks, come on." You gesture for him to follow you back out to the kitchen where the array of snacks was waiting for the two of you on the counter. There were numerous kinds of chocolate, and Dazai had grabbed a couple bags of gummies for himself. There were a few more bags of chips for variety, and you scooped everything up in your arms to bring to the living room. You dropped them all on the coffee table and grabbed the remote. "Alright, what movie are we feeling?" You ask, turning to the brunette man. "Uhhhhh, how about an action movie. Somethin' that looks exciting." He says, slinging his arm over your shoulder while he munches on sour gummy worms. Eventually, the two of you decide on a Godzilla movie, slumped against the couch with chocolate residue on the tips of your fingers from your candies. Dazai let out a long sigh as the movie came to a close, leaning into you and resting his head on your shoulder.

You ran your fingers through Dazais messy and slightly greasy hair, scratching his scalp and listening to his pleased, quiet hum. "Are you falling asleep or are you up for another movie?" You ask him, watching the credits roll on the TV. "I'm up for another movie, I just think I might be having a sugar crash." He says, groaning as he sits back up. You nod and grab the remote again, browsing through all the film options. Every now and again, your eyes involuntarily flickered over to your boyfriend, and you couldnt help but smile. He looked really cute in your shirt, and it almost made you wanna treat the movie like chopped liver and cuddle up to him.

"You look really cute." You say, playing whatever movie you absent-mindedly started in your daze. "Oh, I know, right?" He grins running his hand over his body. "As a matter of fact, I've never felt sexier." He teases, moving his eyebrows up and down with a smirk. You can't help but laugh at him. "Let's get you on a playboy cover." Before you know it, he's standing up in front of the TV. "Scrap the movie, you have me for entertainment instead." He puts his hands on his hips and strikes a pose, making you laugh some more. "You want some attention? I mean, I guess since you asked so politely." You stand up with an eye roll and pull him in, kissing him and running a hand down his side. He keeps one hand on your chin, tilting your head to meet his lips, sighing quietly each time your lips part for a quick moment. Soon, you both need more air then small gasps and have to pull away. He smiles and messes with the fabric of your own shirt. "How about we ditch this mess for now and go to bed, yeah? We can continue comfortably there?" He offers, You glance back over at the piles of snacks, opened or not, scattered acrossed the floor. Normally you'd make him help you clean up before doing anything else, but tonight you really couldn't be bothered and just wanted to follow Dazai wherever he'd take you. "Alright, let's go."

Chuuya Nakahara ★

• Everyone knows that Chuuya adores his hat, but not everyone knows he's got a decently sized collection of fancy hats on top of his closet. One day while rummaging around and trying to find one of Chuuyas button downs for him, you notice them all on the top rack.

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"Chuuya, you didn't tell me you had so many hats!" You called out to him, standing back and staring at them all. Chuuya was currently in the bathroom, shaving his peach fuzz to keep his smooth face. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I've got a ton." He calls back, washing the shaving cream off of his skin. "They're pretty..can I try some of 'em on?" You ask, reaching to grab the one on the top of the stack. "Go ahead." He walks out of the bathroom with his towel around his waist, leaning against the doorframe to watch the little fashion show you were about to put on. The first one you grabbed was adorned with flowers of various colors. You placed it on your head and turned around, posing with your hands on your hips.

"What do you think? Vogue worthy?" You ask him. He smiles at you and nods, his arms crossed over his chest. "One hundred percent, that's peak fashion." He says genuinely, standing up straight and walking over to the closet. He reaches up and grabs another hat for you to try, switching it out for the flowers one. This one is a dark, reddish brown color. "This one's cute too." You giggle and head over to the bathroom to see for yourself. "Ooo, I'm not sure this kinda hat is necessarily for me." You giggle. "What do you mean? It looks great on you!" He says, following you in and hugging you from behind. "You only say that because they're your hats." You say, grinning.

"I mean, I guess not everyone is destined to look good in them like me." He says, squeezing your hip. "I gotta actually get ready for work now, I'm probably runnin' late." He says, turning around and dropping his towel. He tossed it into the hamper before getting dressed in his usual attire, spotting the button down that you had forgotten about in favor of his hat collection. "Okayyyy." You yawn, stretching your arms over your head and treading through the bedroom to start your own morning routine. You didn't have to leave for another hour, but Chuuya had to get to work within the next 30 minutes. After brushing your teeth, you notice Chuuya searching the bedroom for his usual hat.

"The nightstand." You point out to him. He sees it and lets out a sigh of relief, grabbing it and plopping it on his head. "Thanks, doll. I gotta get going' now, but I'll see ya tonight, okay?" He says, pulling you in by your waist for his daily goodbye kiss. "Yeah, got it." You smile before kissing him sweetly for a quick moment before he backs away. "Alright, I love you, see ya later." He playfully smacks your ass before letting go of you and heading out to the door. "Bye Chuuya, I love you, I'll see you later!" Once you heard him leave, you smiled to yourself and headed right back to the closet. You didn't necessarily have to get dressed just yet, so that gave you some time to try on a couple more hats on your own.

Fyodor Dostoevsky ★

• Fyodor doesn't mind letting you borrow his cape if you seem cold, or he'll simply wrap it around you and pull you into his side. He prefers the latter, considering it doesn't take much for him to get chilly.

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Fyodor held your gloved hand in his as you both walked down the snowy streets of Yokohama. It was the winter solstice and you both decided to take a walk down one of the most popular roads and do some window shopping. By the end of the evening, the hand that wasn't occupied with holding Fyodors held a warm cup of hot chocolate that you sipped on periodically. "Have you enjoyed yourself tonight, Myshka?" He asks you, adjusting his ushanka and gazing up at the sky, noticing some snow start to fall. "I did. Thanks for coming with me, I know you have a lot of stuff to do." You respond, bringing the cup to your lips for another sip. He waves his hand dismissively. "That doesn't mean I can't accompany you." His thumb rubs over your knuckles as snow starts landing on his hat and your head, the street lamps illuminating the darkness with a tangerine-colored glow. You nod at his words, leaning into his shoulder and shivering.

"It's so cold, Fedya." You say, your head on his shoulder and your hand squeezing his tightly. He lets go in order to put his arm around your waist, pulling his long cape over your shoulder. "I know, the walk home isn't much further, don't worry." You smile and hold onto the old, worn material to keep it in place. "You're right, thanks." You say, feeling butterflies in your stomach. It never mattered how long you and Fyodor had been together, every affectionate action made you feel like you had just got together. He held you close with his cape still shielding you from the cold and adding a layer of warmth to your jacket. He would peer over at you every now and again, laughing under his breath at all the snow that was getting into your hair. "What's so funny?" You ask him, a smile spread acrossed your face. "You've got a whole bunch of snow on your head." He tells you. "It looks like dandruff."

You roll your eyes and yank the ushanka off of his head, placing it on yours instead. "There, now you won't have to look at it." You hold the fluffy hat on top of your head and try to prevent him from taking it back when he tugs on it. "No, you can get your own, my ears are cold." He says with a smile, eventually pulling it back into his own possession and patting it off. "I will say though, you look better in my hat than Dazai did." You give a proud smirk and rest your head on his shoulder. "I'd hope you'd think so." Your street comes into view and you pull him along as you speed up, wanting to get into the warm, cozy house as soon as possible. "I know running isn't exactly your thing but pick up the pace a little, I wanna get under the covers and cuddle." You tell him, getting closer to home with each passing second.

He picks up speed for you and listens to the sound of your feet hitting the pavement. It's not long before you've pulled him all the way home and you're unlocking the door, nearly spilling inside to get into the warm living room. Fyodor follows suit, unlacing his shoes and hanging up his cape and ushanka. You wait for him in the open doorway that connects the living room and the hallway, ready to curl up in bed away from the harsh cold. "Alright, I'm coming." He says, treading through the hall with you and opening the bedroom door. His hand rested on your lower back as you both walked to the comfortable mattress, crawling under the covers and pulling each other close. "Your cape is really warm and comfortable. You should wrap me in it more often." You say, scooching closer to him and letting his arm drape over your waist.

"Hmm, I guess that wouldn't hurt. You really like it?" He peers down at you, his head propped up on his fist. "Yeah, I might have to steal it, actually." You say seriously, making him click his tongue. "You're welcome to steal it if I'm not wearing it." He says, chewing on the inside of his cheek habitually. "Then expect it to be off the hanger more often then not." He smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead, laying his head down on the pillow. "Okay, that's fine, but right now you have me and the blanket to keep you warm." He murmurs, closing his eyes. "Well you're not contributing to that as much as the blanket, but whatever you say." You kiss his cheek and brush his bangs out of his face. "G'night Fedya, I love you." You say, resting your head on his chest, ready for sleep. "I love you too, y/n, sleep well."

Nikolai Gogol ★

• You always loved Nikolais outfit and couldn't help but wanna put it in one day. You were sure he wouldn't mind, after all, sharing attire was nothing foreign to your relationship.

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It started with you trying on his blouse for fun, but then you decided the blouse wasn't complete without the vest, pants, gloves, collar, shoes, or hat. Everything fit you a little differently than it fit Nikolai, but it didn't matter, because when you walked over to the nearest reflective surface, you found yourself cute, and you almost couldn't wait for Nikolai to get out of the shower to show him. You just needed one more thing, his cape. You ran out to the coat rack by the door and swung it behind you and then over your shoulders excitedly, grabbing it by the edges and moving it around. You felt really fancy with his cape, swaying your body just to feel the fabric move with you. As a matter of fact, you were so caught up in how good the cape made you feel that you didn't even realize the bathroom door open.

"Oh, wow, dove! My outfit looks so good on you! I've never noticed how much the red gloves pop until now." You turned around so fast, as if you were sitting in silence and all of a sudden a full file cabinet tipped over and crashed onto a linoleum floor. "Wah-! When'd you get out? I mean, thank you, but you scared me!" You say with a nervous laugh. "I thought it looked cute." You murmur, starting to pull off the gloves, but he stops you. "Hey, wait, you should stay in it for a moment, I'm not done admiring you yet!" He tells you, walking over and grabbing your hands gently. He leans in to kiss you, his smile palpable on his lips. You hand falls on his shoulder, rubbing it up and down affectionately before pulling away. "You really like it that much, huh?"

He nods. "Ofcourse! Oh, I'd love to show everyone how wonderful you look. Would you let me?" He asks, squeezing your hands tightly. "Sure, Kolya, go ahead." He quickly skitters off to fetch his cellphone, returning with the camera app already open. "Pose." He says, watching you place your hands on your waist and cock your hip a little bit. "Ah, gorgeous." He says, spamming the capture button. "Okay, I think that's enough." He says, his cheeks a bit pinker than before. He tossed his phone onto one of the side tables and embraced you once again, resting his head on top of yours. "Come on, y/n, I'd like to see you in my whole wardrobe now!" He says excitedly, pulling you along back to the bedroom. You don't necessarily know what you ignited in him, but it was certainly something, and now you were preparing yourself for a god-knows-how-long fashion show for your boyfriend. Not that you really minded, ofcourse.

A/n; another post that was supposed to have sigma and then didn't have sigma because I wanted to watch Jersey shore instead of write. ALSO I WENT TO THE DENTIST YESTERDAY terrible experience I cried but don't tell anyone I said that

[sodobabe]

I’m With You Always: GN Reader x Aether x Dew x Swiss (Poly Relationship)

A/N: I have been wanting to work on a fic where a ghoul, or in this case, three ghouls, take care of the reader while the reader is suffering through a depressive episode and finally breaks down. This was originally just going to be Aether x reader but I got carried away so the reader is in a poly relationship with Aether, Dew, and Swiss. If polyamorous relationships are not your thing, just skip this. If they are your thing, enjoy this heartwarming fic of three ghouls taking care of their mate.

Warnings: A WHOLE LOT OF ANGST mentions of self-hatred (reader has semi-suicidal thoughts), mention of nausea, tooth rotting fluff,

You sat in the library by yourself, letting your brain rot with bad thoughts. I don’t deserve anything. I am nothing. Maybe the world would be better if I was dead. The thoughts were all consuming. You had been feeling this way for quite some time now. Even members of the abbey could tell as they would always ask if you were feeling okay because you did not seem like your normal self. You closed your eyes, hoping to hold back your tears, but alas, you failed. You curled up in the window bench as you watched the rain splash into the already forming puddle on the sidewalk. The more you watched the rain, the more it seemed as if your tears matched its pace.

As you sat there, paying no mind to anything other than the thoughts in your head, you heard a ruckus coming from across the library. You turned your head to see who it was and quickly snapped your head back around hoping that Aether, Swiss, and Dew didn’t notice you curled up in the window. You focused your attention back on the growing puddle. It was hypnotizing. It gave you time to create worse thoughts. What if I jumped out of the window? Would I die, or would I just suffer more because I would only be severely injured? The thoughts were growing with more and more morbid details. You closed your eyes to try to quiet your mind.

As your mind continued to race, you felt as if you couldn’t breathe. You realized it was getting harder and harder to fill your aching lungs. Fuck. They’re going to sense my distress. You were absolutely correct. You felt a stronger hand on your shoulder. You knew it was Aether. You knew his familiar touch, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to look at such a caring ghoul.

”Y/N? You alright, love?” Aether's voice was as smooth as the calm ocean.

All you could do was shake your head as a torrent of tears ran down your blood red cheeks. You tried to take a deep breath to sooth yourself, but a sob was let out instead.

”Oh, my little love. It’s okay, shhhh, you’re okay. I’ve got you,” Aether softly spoke, as he picked you up from your window.

You lost it, you sobbed into the warmth of his chest as he carried you out of the library, motioning for Swiss and Dew to follow him. You couldn’t stop the tears even if you wanted to. Aether gently carried you back to his room in the ghoul den and placed you softly into his nest. As you felt all of Aether’s engulf your aching body, you curled in on yourself, hugging your knees, and essentially curling up into a ball. You felt the bed sink next to you as Aether sat down and gently placed a hand on your back.

“Dew, can you go fix up some soup and grab some ginger ale?” Aether asked, knowing that you would make yourself nauseous by working yourself up.

”Sure thing, any type of soup?” Dew asked as he made his way out of Aether’s room.

”Anything we have, they’re not picky,” Aether said with a light chuckle.

”Swiss, can you go to their room, grab their stuffie, a fresh pair of clothes, and the book they’ve been reading that is on their bedside table?” Aether asked the multi.

Swiss didn’t reply. He simply nodded and made a beeline for your room. Aether stood up from the bed and threw on a pair of sweatpants and abandoned his shirt. He knew that you enjoyed feeling his bare chest. At this point, he was willing to do anything to get you calm enough so you did not make yourself sick. He crawled back into bed with you, sat against his head board, and pulled you to his chest. Your head met his chest and you knew you would be okay, however, you could not bring yourself to stop crying.

”Don’t worry, my love. I’ve got you now. I’ve got you forever. No need to worry. I am here, as long as you need or want me to be,” Aether cooed into your ear.

You laid on the quintessence ghoul, listening to his heart beat, trying to steady your mind. You weren’t even sure what you were thinking anymore. You were just feeling emotions that you had been keeping to yourself. Aether continued to rub gentle circles on your back and gently shush you as you tried to gather your emotions. You were happy knowing that he still cared about you, even at your lowest like this. His very essence was enough to calm you to the point that your eyes stopped producing tears. Once you thought you were calm enough, you looked up at Aether who was looking back at you.

”Hey, lovebug. You’re okay,” he said before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

”Aeth, I- I’m sorry,” you mumbled out.

“What are you sorry for?” He questioned, confusion flushing over his face.

“For being like this. For being an emotional mess all the time. I wish I wasn’t like this. I hate it. I hate myself for it,” you began to babble.

“Hey, stop that. You’re allowed to feel feelings, but you are not allowed to hate yourself. I won’t allow it. You are an amazing human being. You are the kindest soul I have met. You are worthy, Y/N. Do not let anyone tell you differently, even yourself,” he said, reassuringly.

The tears started again as you thought he was mad at you for saying you hated yourself. He pulled you closer to him, and started to gently rock you back and forth, trying to get you to calm down again.

”Shhhhh, Y/N. I am not mad at you, my little love. I am simply trying to reassure you of what a great person you are. I could never be mad at you, ever,” he said as he resumed rubbing your back.

As he continued holding you, Dew walked back in with your soup and ginger ale. You needed it, you hadn’t eaten in two days. You needed to eat but could not bring yourself to do so.

”Hey, little firefly. I have soup and fizzy ginger juice,” Dew said with a chuckle to himself.

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the fire ghoul’s dry sense of humor, even if tears were still pouring out of your eyes. Dew sat down in the nest next to Aether and held your soup, waiting for you to sit up and take a bite.

”Wanna try and eat? You can sit up, we aren’t going anywhere,” Aether reassured, noticing your tight grip on his upper body.

Once you realized that you were surrounded by the ones you loved, minus Swiss for the time being, you started to relax. You mustered up the strength to pry yourself off of the warm quint ghoul, and took the bowl of warm soup from Dew.

“It might be a little cooler now, want me to warm it up for you?” Dew asked, holding out his hands.

”No, thank you, it’s a good temperature,” you said as you finished your first bite.

The soup felt good going down. It was warm enough to warm you up, but not scorching hot. You did a little shimmy as you continued eating your soup. You looked up at the two ghouls who were staring back at you, smiles spread across your face. As you continued eating your soup, Swiss bolted back into Aether’s room with your stuffie and a pair of clothes for you.

”I’m back, sorry it took so long, Rain was being needy, as always,” Swiss said as he handed Aether your stuffie and put your clothes on the couch next to Aether’s bathroom.

He crawled into the bed on the other side of Aether and snuggled into the quintessence ghoul’s side. Swiss had joined the relationship that you, Aether, and Dew had formed. You loved all three of them equally, as they loved you and each other equally. They each helped you through depression in different ways. Aether was always the one to hold you while you cried, well they all did that, but Aether was different. He was more soothing. He didn’t force you to talk about anything if you did not want to. Swiss was also soothing but tried to get you to talk, which most of the times you would, but he never understood why you wouldn’t the other times. He always talked about his feelings so he just thought everyone did. Dew, sweet Dewdrop. He tried to be helpful when it was just you and him, and you were in an episode, but the poor ghoul has a hard time expressing his emotions, let alone helping others with theirs. He would hold you and text Aether to come help. You loved him nonetheless.

“Wanna talk about it?” Swiss chimed in.

“Swiss, not everybody talks about their feelings,” Aether said, sternly.

”I know, but sometimes they talk about them,” Swiss replied.

”Maybe in a little, just wanna finish my soup and lay down,” you said, as you smiled to your multi ghoul.

As you took the last bite of your soup, and sipped the remaining broth, you handed your bowl back to Dew for him to place on the table next to Aether’s bed. You resumed your position laying between Aether’s legs with your head on his broad chest. He wrapped his arms around you as Dew snuggled into Aether’s side, wrapping his arm around you, and Swiss doing the same on the other side.

”A shower would really help you,” Dew chimed in.

“In a minute, just wanna lay here right now,” you replied, giving a soft smile to the kind fire ghoul.

The four of you laid in bed for a few minutes before you decided that you did in fact need a shower, but when you went to move, you realized that Aether and Swiss had fallen asleep. Dew was still awake, staring at you with admiration.

“Dew?” You whispered.

”What’s up, babe?” He replied.

”Wanna take a shower,” you mumbled.

The fire ghoul slowly pried himself off of the sleeping quintessence ghoul and stood up out of bed, releasing a big stretch while holding out his hand to you. You got out of bed next, and took his hand. The two of you walked to Aether’s bathroom and quietly closed the door. Dew started the shower, making sure the temperature was to your liking.

“Do you want me to cover my eyes, y’know, so you can undress?” The fire ghoul asked shyly.

”Dew, you do realize that you’ve seen me naked too many times to count, right. I don’t care if you look,” you joked with him.

”I know, but I feel like now is the wrong time to be turned on,” he chuckled, his tail tucked between his legs.

You rolled your eyes and smiled as you started to undress. You finally stepped into the shower and the hot water felt amazing against your aching body. You stood in the downpour for a minute before you realized you didn’t want to be alone.

”Dew? Can you join me? Don’t wanna be alone,” you said, shyly.

Before you knew it, a naked Dew was joining you in the shower. He knew exactly what to do as he embraced you, gently tipping your head back into the water to get your hair nice and wet. He then stuck his own head into the water, getting his stunning blonde hair wet. You always enjoyed showering with Dew. Even though the water was hot, he added to it. He grabbed your shampoo and squeezed a good amount into his hand before rubbing his hands together and gently massaging it into your hair. The warmth of his palms along with the massaging sensation relaxed you even more. While he was at it, he also added shampoo to his hair. While he let his shampoo sit, he embraced you once again and tipped your head under the water to rinse it out. One of his hands embraced the small of your back while the other worked on getting the shampoo out of your hair. Once your hair was shampoo free, he grabbed the conditioner and lathered your ends to make sure they were good and hydrated. He let that sit while he rinsed the shampoo out of his own hair. He didn’t bother to condition his hair as he only did it once a week. While the conditioner was still sitting in your hair, he took the time to wash your body. He picked up the clean washcloth that was on the towel rack and put a little bit of Aether’s body wash on it, knowing you liked to use his. He then gently ran the cloth all over your body, leaving sensual kisses along your body in the process. He then wiped himself down with the cloth. It was time to completely rinse. He held you close to him, under the downfall of water and worked his hands through the ends of your hair, making sure to get all of the conditioner out, while the water washed the soap off of the two of you.

Now that the shower was done, he helped you dry off and put on your fresh clothes. He went to reach for a clean shirt of his when he noticed you were staring at it.

”Would you like this shirt instead of the one you are wearing?” He smirked at you.

All you did was nod. He picked up the shirt and walked over to you. He gently lifted your hands up and pulled the shirt you were wearing off before pulling it onto himself. He then pulled his shirt onto you and gave you a deep kiss.

”I love you, Y/N. Never forget it. We all love you,” he whispered in your ear before opening the bathroom door.

Swiss and Aether were awake now, just chilling on the bed with each other. Dew took your hand and guided you back to bed. You crawled back in between Aether’s legs and placed your back against his chest.

“Mmmm, you smell delightful, love,” he purred in your ear.

”Do you want to read your book? I brought it for you,” Swiss said as he reached behind him and grabbed the paperback.

You graciously took it from him and opened it to where you left off.

”Thank you, all of you. I love you all so much and I’m sorry that I can be a lot sometimes,” you said, taking a moment before starting your reading.

”We wouldn’t have you any other way, Y/N,” Swiss says as he gives you a quick kiss.

”We don’t want you any other way,” Aether seconds, kissing the back of your neck.

”You’re perfect just the way you are, my fire love,” Dew said as he took your hand.

The three ghouls snuggled into each other after throwing on Inside Out, one of Dew’s favorites. You leaned your back into Aether as you continued your reading. Before you knew it, you were being woken up by Swiss taking your book from you, making sure to place your bookmark into the pages.

“Get some sleep, love. You deserve it. We will all be here when you wake up. Those two are out cold. If you need anything, let me know,” Swiss said before giving your forehead a kiss. He was always up throughout the night. Consider it a nightwatch.

[hezzabeth]

The description of the space station is based on my own experiences during a ten hour layover in Singapore.

"Are you alright? Do you have a bout of telesickness?" Brigadeiro Bun asked as Revati stared off into space.

"Telewhat?" Revati asked, her brain snapping back into place.

When Amma and Nanni heard that Revati was about to go off-world, they tried to prepare her.

"It's not like your other wasteland adventures where you wandered into a city on foot! You'll need to buy tickets; then apply for a tourism visa," Amma explained.

"My what?" Revati asked, completely confused.

"The actual teleporting takes less than a second, but you will have to spend at least an hour in customs and immigration and four hours in the teleport waiting your turn," Nanni added.

It was all incredibly exhausting and confusing.

The teleport hub they were waiting in was deliberately designed to make people forget they were waiting. Bright, expensive shops with intricate displays created pathways to different teleportation gates. Massive, giant flowering bushes surrounded by clouds of butterflies brushed against the glass ceiling. In the center of everything, there was a crystal pond. Robotic bronze mermaids swam up and down underneath the lily pads.

"Telesickness! It's okay, a lot of people not used to teleporting end up with upset stomachs," Brigadeiro reassured her, handing her something small and pink from his shirt pocket.

"This should help, their stomach stabilizers! I bought them in the bathroom," Brigadeiro smiled helpfully, and Revati took one, popping it into her mouth before promptly spitting it out.

"It tastes like gasoline," Revati grimaced.

"You're not supposed to eat it! You rub it on your temples," Brigadeiro explained gently before picking the stomach stabilizer up off her lap.

"Please don't rub that all over my temples; it has my spit on it," Revati pointed out, shutting her eyes.

"Are you sure you're not sick?" Brigadeiro asked.

"I'm just exhausted; we've teleported so many times I have no idea where we are," Revati sighed, closing her gritty eyes.

"We're at the Anh Do memorial teleport hub; he was a figure from southwest Sydney legends! When he was a baby, he was on a boat attacked by pirates. Then he grew up to become a famous children's writer and artist," Brigadeiro rattled on.

Revati felt herself slump to one side with exhaustion, her head landing on something soft.

Brigadeiro's home wasn't even technically a planet. Rather, it was a series of six space stations, each representing different areas of a land once known as "Australia." The Southwest Sydney Station was so big it had its own weather patterns, ecosystem, and geography. Most of it consisted of expensive tourist resorts, beachside towns, and theme parks. Brigadeiro had explained many times before that his family was part of the 15 million-strong workforce that lived in the secret employee-only towns and cities. Someone, hopefully Brigadeiro, was gently massaging her scalp, and Revati felt herself fall into a drowsy, dark state.

Revati wasn't sure how long she had been snoozing when the screaming sirens suddenly filled the air. Revati's self-preservation instincts kicked in, and her eyes snapped open. Within seconds, she was back on her feet, reaching for her mace.

"You had to leave the weapon at security back on Mars," Brigadeiro reminded her as hundreds of people suddenly started flowing out of the teleport gates. The air was thick with sirens and flashing blue lights as the crowd swelled around her. Brigadeiro snatched her hand, and together they were swept forward in the tidal wave of chaos.

People were everywhere, their faces blurred by the rapidity of the moment, their shouts and cries a blurry nonsense of at least a dozen different languages. In a second of terror, Revati found herself thrown down. Feet pounded on her back as she curled herself up into a ball. There was a sudden break in people, and Revati saw a glimpse of the mermaid pool. Revati forced herself forward and grabbed the pool's safety fence, hauling herself over the edge. She landed with a splash into the shallow water. For a few moments, all Revati could hear was the pounding of the mob and sirens.

All Revati could feel was her body as the robot mermaids bumped into her before swimming away. The glass ceiling above had clouded over, turning an eerie white. There was a sudden buzzing on Revati's wrist, indicating her bangle had an incoming call. It was the android. Of course, it was.

"Ignore," Revati groaned, sitting up, and a tiny mermaid bounced off her cleavage. Somehow, half her shirt had managed to get ripped off. The crowd wasn't as thick, but people were still charging past the shops heading to some unknown destination. The sirens suddenly stopped.

"All interstellar teleport gates have been switched off temporarily! We sincerely apologize for any inconvenience caused," a lady's voice chimed over the speakers. People slowly stopped running and instead began to shuffle around.

Tiny first aid drones began to zoom out of the shops, attending to the fallen. Through it all, Revati scanned and searched. Spotting Brigadeiro was far harder than usual since many people in the hub had pink, curly hair. Finally, she saw him across the crowd in the doorway of a chocolate shop. A woman was lying at his feet. Revati slowly stood, her legs wobbling, before climbing out of the pond. By the time she managed to push her way through to the storefront, she had heard several whispers. There had been an attack on another Space Station known as “Cairnes”. The crowd consisted of tourists and travelers who fled when an employee opened up a teleportation gate during the attack. Brigadeiro was attending to the woman who was bleeding all over the shop floor from a gash on her temples.

"Oh, thank Goup!" Brigadeiro cried, wrapping Revati in a smothering hug. Brigadeiro was, of course, a little shorter than her, and he nuzzled his face into her shoulder, sobbing.

"It's alright, I'm fine," Revati assured him, petting his back, and Brigadeiro sobbed.

"It's not that; Cairnes has been destroyed! Millions are dead," Brigadeiro's voice choked.

"Destroyed?" Revati gasped. The bleeding lady on the ground twitched, and Revati let go of Brigadeiro in order to check her. The lady was a bit older than Revati, probably in her late twenties. She had the pale, sickly skin and brighter blue hair of those who came from the northern parts of Mars. Her haircut, however, was similar to the trendy “mushroom cap” style she had seen on the space station – short with a blunt fringe. Revati reached into one of her pants pockets, pulling out a trusty medibandage, and stuck it onto the woman’s temple. Even while unconscious, she had the expression of someone fully capable of starting a riot in a coffee shop. It clashed violently with her bright purple tropical print shirt and neon pink watch. The watch. Revati grabbed the unconscious lady's hand to examine the watch.

"SOS Emergency Medical Information," she said to the watch. Its screen flickered, and a tiny 3D hologram of the lady appeared.

"My name is Pauletta Chuchotor, I am twenty-nine years old! My blood type is B- and I'm allergic to Venusian swamp gas," the hologram said cheerfully, and suddenly the hologram switched off as tight fingers wrapped themselves around Revati's wrist.

Revati glanced at the lady who was now staring at her with bloodshot green eyes.

"My personal information isn't for you," she said in a deep, raspy voice.

"Good to know," Revati said. Pauletta Chuchotor was staring at her curiously.

"I don't forget faces easily," she said, her fingernails still digging into Revati's wrist.

"Ok," Revati replied uneasily, wondering if the lady had a brain injury.

"You look a little like someone I met a long time ago," Pauletta said, as if accusing Revati of something terrible.

"I got a message from Dad; the news says all the teleporting hubs have been shut down! He says we should leave the hub and take the workers' bullet train back to Paprika Station before they stop running," Brigadeiro said, gesturing to his grey bracelet.

"A bullet train? Like the one in Olde Landon? I thought this space station was supposed to be super advanced?" Revati asked, completely confused.

"It is, but teleportation has a weight limit of six hundred kilograms; the trains are used when we need to transport bulk goods and supplies to different resorts," Brigadeiro explained.

"I also need to go to this Paprika Station; I will follow you," Pauletta Chuchotor remarked, and Revati exchanged a look with Brigadeiro.

"I mean, it's not like we can stop her," Brigadeiro pointed out.

The train ride to Paprika Station turned out to be far more exhausting, bewildering, and strangely smelly than teleporting. Everyone seemed to know Brigadeiro Bun, and by extension, everyone seemed to know Revati.

"Bridgadeiro! Your mama said you would be back for Applefestus! And is this the famous Revati from Mars?" An old lady with orange hair said to them as they waited for the train.

"I may have mentioned you in my messages home; this is my mother's friend Mrs. Jambalaya from church," Brigadeiro said as the old lady descended onto Revati in a cloud of vanilla perfume.

"Oh, she's so pretty! Such big amber eyes! And who's that?" She asked, nodding at Pauletta, who was standing several feet away from them, staring into the distance.

"No idea, we think she's an injured tourist," Brigadeiro admitted as Revati quietly blushed. No one in Olde Landon had ever called her pretty.

"Bridge! Did you hear about the terrorist attack? My dad said appliances from Mars did it," someone yelled when they finally got onto the cramped train. A teenage boy with dark skin and fuchsia braids was waving at them from a row of seats.

"We were at the capital telehub when it happened! Revati, this is my cousin Pecan," Brigadeiro explained as they sat down.

Pecan gasped with horror. "Oh, Goup! You're the girl Bridge is bringing home for Applefestus! You probably don't want us talking about the war," Pecan remarked.

"It's fine; I'm too tired and freaked out to care," Revati assured him.

"Why don't you take a nap? The ride to Paprika Station takes around four hours," Brigadeiro said, tapping his shoulder. Revati sighed gratefully, her head dropping onto his shoulder. Before her eyes shut, she spotted Pauletta standing on the other side of the carriage, staring at her with dried blood still in her hair.

[tparker48]

A monster party is being held at a mansion far up a hill. Mystical beast surrounded the ball room, leading to the main lobby where most of the guests resided. Gargoyles, werewolves, even vampires, all were present for the eventful evening. And there you were, standing along the corner of the lobby as you eyed the passing guests. Not many humans were brave enough to attend it, many who tried ran tail and returned to civilization.

You weren’t sure what caused them to flee, but you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself. You made your way through the mansion, creatures dancing while others ate food at the entré tables. But you weren't hungry at the time, slinking your way through the crowds before resting against the walls. You pulled out your phone, sighing as your human friends filled your feed. Post scattered along the frontpage, many making bets on if you’d even survive, or worse, eaten. Typical, at least they’re acknowledging the activity.

Your battery icon appeared as its battery started to drain. You searched for an outlet, but bumped into a solid surface as you fell to the ground, a limb falling onto you as it flailed in your lap. The figure turned and looked at his nubbed shoulder, turn back to you. "My arm! My arm’s cut off!" He shouted.

You panicked as he stared at the creature, clutching at his arm as he continued. This was it, this was how you were going to end.

"Aaaah hehehe..nah im just messing with ya, it's not broken." He popped off his head and waved it in his palm. "See?" He lowered his head toward your level. "The name's Frankenstein, Frank for short. Put it there." He reaches for you with his shoulder, the knub wiggling in front of you. "Ah right.."

His arm wiggled through yours like fish, worming its way through before Frankenstein placed it back into his socket. Fixing it, he lowered toward you, picking you up by your shirt as he placed you back on your feet.

"There we go, good as new. Say, now that I think about it, I’ve never seen you around."

You opened your mouth to speak, but it shriveled as you looked away.

"Ahh, shy type, I understand. You remind me of Mummy, he always gets a little stage fright nowadays. Say, why don't meet the gang! That should get the ball rolling" he flipped his head, placing it back onto his shoulders. He hoisted you toward his torso, making his way through the hotel as the party continued.

He bumped into other creatures, fur and slimes glossing across your side before the two of you entered a clearing. Poker tables rested to the side, zombies playing cards while vampires played checkers. But Frankestein went further ahead, coming up to a booth where Drac and the others talked.

"Hey boys, sorry I'm late." He greeted them.

"About time you showed up'' Wayne said. “The misses kept ya busy?"

"Nah, more than that, I brought a new pal" he hoisted you from his arm, holding you up like a purse. "Meet this guy.."

You shyly waved toward them, they're gaze meeting yours as you looked away.

"Ah new guy. Well new guy, I hope you enjoy the party." mummy said.

"Yes. Because we got some heavy stuff to kick it up. It's time for.." Drac paused, He swished his cape to the side, bats flying from beneath before a box formed on the table. “Shrink twister."

"Ooo Shrink twister! I love this game!" Frank said. He moved closer as he sat you down on his shoulder. "I haven't played this game in ages."

"Then I think it's time to have a refresher." Drac said.

You were unsure of what to say as Drac mentions the game, his fingers snapping as the booths disappeared. Chairs moved to the walls, a wooden board forming beneath them as dots scattered around. Poles stretch from the corners as curtains draped and formed a dome around you and the gang. You were still confused, but were snapped back into the moment as Frank sat you down upon the floor.

"Alright, now that the games are set, it's time for attire" Drac snapped his fingers, the monsters' clothes evaporating before shorts replaced them. Including your own as the cool wind blew between your legs. "The rules are simple: touch the designated symbol, without touching the white space. The more you touch the white space, the more you shrink."

"Ooo I can't wait to see this one.” Invisible man said. “It took forever for you to grow back Drac."

"Don't remind me" He groaned. "And like our past traditions, we shall start with, the new guy"

You? No no, it can't be you, you haven't played this before. What if you embarrass yourself? You took a step back as you pressed into the curtain, but Frank's meaty palm pressed into you. "Stage fright huh? I remember my first time. But hey, no need to be afraid, you'll be fine."

He ushered you back toward the board, placing you at the starting line as Drac handed symbols to a gargoyle. The creature flipped the cards at a quickening speed, before finally selecting a card. "Red, brain." It said.

You gulped heavily before taking your first step, looking to the wooden floor at the many symbols before you eyed a red one further ahead. You hopped over the white space, landed on the red spot. a corner of your foot slid across as it the white space, a jolt racing through your body as half your size diminished. You flailed to catch your balance, slamming your foot down to straighten yourself.

"Well done, usually newcomers don’t make it that far." Frank congratulated. "Now it's the pros turn."

He took his step onto the starting line, the gargoyle flipping through the pile before it plucked a card. "Blue, slime" it said.

Frank plucked his head from his shoulders and leaned over the board. It hopped around the line until a red spot came into view. Hopping onto it, it rotated as he looked toward you. "Tada!"

"You call that a magic trick? That’s mere amature season." Drac siad. "THIS is how the pros do it."

The gargoyle called the colo, Drac straightened his cloak and transformed into a bat. He swirled around the board like a fly, before hovering over his spot. In a spiral dive, he detransformed as his feet touched the blue symbol, casting his cape as it brushed over frank. "Perfect." He taunted.

"Hey, watch the cape show off!" Frank said, his head wrestling with the black fabric.

The two bickered like children, but it managed to make you laugh, but remained quiet as the game continued. The others took their turn. Mummy used his ribbon to spread his body to the symbols, whereas Wayne used his flexibility to maneuver around. And you, you simply moved your legs, nearly doing a split as you leaned to a yellow square. Your clothes started to sag from your first shrinkage, your pants drooping as you hoisted them back to your waist.

"Having some clothes trouble?" Drac taunted. "It would be a shame if someone were too, interfere" he snapped his fingers as his cape appeared, its tips tilting toward you as it wisped lightly into your ear while the other poked at your body. Your stance wobbled trying to bat away the assault, your hold slipping as your toes clinged to the yellow spot. "Easy does it, you don't want to slip” Drac giggled. “But there can only be one twist KING!"

Another force added onto it, his cape moving back as you looked above. Frank's torso loom led above, arching over the two of you as it bridged to the other side. "Sorry boys, the only green spit is here, hope you don't mind."

"I do mind!" Drac wheezed..

"Don't worry it'll only take a second." Frank replied.

He moved his torso further, pressing into you and Drac. Drac compressed as the weight of the torso pressed at his back, his hold on his stance waning as the weight increased. It slowly pressed into you, your toes sliding off the spot on the board as the electric feeling returned. Your size began to diminish, your pants sagging to the floor as your underwear slipped off. You grabbed for them, your hold slipping as you flailed to regain your balance.

But it was too late. You crashed upon the white space on the board, your size shrinking until your form fit into the spot you once stood on. "Out." The gargoyle announced. You looked around at the now towering monsters, each making their move upon the board as a foot and a paw landed upon the other spots. Grunts lingered above, Drac crouching to his knees to support the tub of weight that was frank.

The two bickered as his hold waned, his foot slipping off the spot as his size diminished as well. He tried to move himself back, but lost his footing as Frank's leg rested upon his designated spot. The count's cape fell just next to you, movement lingering before a naked dracula took to the top of the cape.

"Darn it frank! Now I'm out!" Drac shouted.

"Sorry Drac, no hard feelings right?"

"Oh I'll show you no hard feelings." He replied. He looked toward you as his eyes pierced through your soul. "Come on, let's show him the consequences of sabotage." He transformed into a bat. Even at a small size, he was like a giant pterodactyl compared to you. You already came this far, why not see it through. You took a breath before you nodded at the Drac’s request.

He flapped over you, grabbing you by the shoulders as he flew toward Frank's torso. You used your feet to tap around the large figure, snagging off a button off his shorts, before snagging on one of his pockets. "Hey, that's foul play!" Frank shouted from across the board. He wiggled his torso to swat at the two of you, Drac evading them like pillars as he flew in for another go.

You eye the torso carefully, finding weak spots for Drac to charge for next. The torso shifted and bucked, Drac lowering below the legs as he orbited around it. And there you saw it, gray skin exposing themselves from the back of its pants, a bubbled crack jiggling over the edge. You pointed toward it, Drac following your finger.

"Daring new guy huh? Alright then, let's do it!" He flew in, maneuvering past the flaps of Frank's shirt as your target came into view. Arching back, he flung you forward. You clutched your arms together and penciled your legs as you entered the past Frankenstein's shorts, darting through the gray cheeks like a torpedo as you plummeted to the center of the crack.

It was dim between the bubbled mounds of flesh, muscle clinging to you like a balloon as its warmth radiated your skin. Frank’s grunts and groans muffled from outside, the mass off his crack twisting as it dragged you deeper. Muscles squeaked past your legs as the warmth increased, a puckered hole appearing from the dimmed space as it cushioned your descent. You were deeper than you expected, and more earthy too, but that wasn't gonna deter you from your objective. You spread your limbs to create a meat pocket for yourself, flesh contracting as they forced you Into a crouch. You pushed into their bombardments like a car jack, prying them just enough as the large butt plonked around.

"H-hey! You-…hehe..can't do that!"

"Oh yes he can, mess him up, new guy" Drac cheered.

You wiggled faster upon the encouragement, your body slipping as the puckered hole gummed around your back. If it weren't for your hold, you'd be jammed inside in an instant. But thankfully, you had other plans in mind. You pushed a foot along the side of the rim, digging inward as Frank rear clenched.

Gravity suddenly shifted, butterflies ringing through your stomach as it hurtled downward. A thud boomed through the mass of flesh, a pulse following before the surrounding flesh began to spasm and shrink. Time to leave, you didn't want to be caught in a second shrink. You loosened your hold as ass flesh raced toward your side. It was like swimming through an ocean of tar, the spasming muscle too thick to force, but rather maneuver as you squeezed past the sweat covered walls. Light soon appeared ahead, slitted into a slim lining as the crack contracted. You pushed your limbs in between and pulled them apart, the underwear slipping as the party came to view.

His butt shrunk faster, pinning your sides together as they diminished in size. In a firm squeeze, you were launched into the air, flailing as your body turned aimlessly. But pairs of talons caught you, wings spanning above. "That's what I'm talking about!" Drac said. Swooping past the falling torso as it crashed to the board and shrunk.

"Out." The gargoyle announced.

"Ah what?" Frank groaned. "I still got my head."

"Let's see you try and move it without your body" drac said.

"Oh please, I can move my head around with ease. See?" He wobbled in place, leaning to a red spot next him. But toppled over, shrinking along with his body. " Okay, I see your point."

Hours passed since the party started. Most of the guests had left to attend newer activities, while others hung out at the snack bar. Near the exit, you and the gang talked as you prepared to head off.

"That was an amazing game, you two really brought on the heat." Mummy said.

"The heat? No no, I simmered in this one. But the new guy, they really brought out the heat."

You blushed, rubbing at your head as you looked away. A large fist wrapped around you, hoisting you into a sleeved jacked as a stitched hand ruffled your hair. "They sure did." Frank chimed in. "To think you'd be as daring to be a butt diver. And I thought invisible man was bold"

"Hey, I heard that!"

Laughter ensued from the group, you joining in as you as you shook your head. A ring soon came from your phone, a text from the folks that came to check up on you. The party was just about over, and it was time to return back to your normal life. "Ay, what's wrong bud, you gotta leave?"

You sighed as you nodded at the question, slinking out of Frank's arm. You prepared to head out, but fingers plucked you up and brought you back. "Well then, you're not leaving without a good old send off."

"Again with the sentimentals, Frank?" Drac playfully shook his head. "What you want to post it to your blog?"

"Yes!..I-I mean..no."

"I thought so, alright alright bring it in"

Frank placed you on his shoulders before making his way back to the group. Grouping into a huddle before a gargoyle floated in front of you all. "Say, Brains"

"Brains!"

You returned home and entered your room. Resting on the bed before you scrolled through your feed. The same photos would be there, your folks sharing their moments as they filled the bottom of the page. When you made a post about the party, you were bombarded with the other’s responses, many survived that you made it out. You rolled your eyes and prepared to close the media, but a message popped up in your notifications. A photo was attached to it, you and the monsters posing at the screen as bunny ears rested above your head.

A message read below. "You're hard to find new guy, I hope you had a blast at the party, hope to catch you at the next one."

You smiled at the screen, wiping a tear from your eye as you scrolled to the post. Sharing it, other users followed as well as other monsters. Resting back along your pillow, you pondered on the luck you've had. Perhaps going to that party wasn't too bad after all.

[callmechito]

𐐪♡𐑂 - When You Meet (PKMN)

FYI...

Everyone is their canon ages. With the acception of Butch and James, whom I'm headcanonning as 20 year olds-Mid 20's. I'm gonna try to keep everything as in universe as possible. Also I am writing a more AFAB!Reader but that doesn't mean you can't read (Y/N) as any other gender(s) ^^ 

Also if you've come from Quotev, this is a rewrite! I changed some minor details to the whole scenario even for a few of these guys so yeah. Sorry for any possible confusion. ^^

GIFS ARENT MINE

Happy reading!

(P/O/C) = Pokemon of Choice

(T/O/C) = Town of Choice

(BFF/N) = Best Friends Name

Ash

You were running around in the forest laughing along with your (P/O/C), when you ran into a boy and his pikachu. You groaned, rubbing your behind from the hard impact.

"Hey! Watch where your going!" The boy yelled, fixing his cap.

"I'm sorry! I didn't think anyone would be in this part of the forest." You stood up and stretched your sore muscles. Once making sure (P/O/C) was alright, you turned to the boy and his friends with a smile, "My names (Y/N), (Y/n) (L/N)."

The boy smiled at your kindness,  "Hi! I'm Ash Ketchum and this is my buddy Pikachu." He introduced as Pikachu gave a 'pika'. His two friends, a red head and a taller boy, looked as though they were gonna say hi but were cut off by this Ah Ketchum boy; "I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to snap like that." He scratched his cheek.

You shook your head, "No worries. I don't blame you. I'm sorry but I gotta go now." You turned around on your heel, "Bye guys!" You waved with (P/O/C) not too far behind you.

"She seems nice." Misty commented.

"Yeah. It's too bad she had to leave so soon though." Brock adds.

"I wonder if I'll ever get to meet her again." Ash smiles looking off in the direction you ran off in.

Brock

Today you were at a local Pokemon centre waiting for your best buddy, (P/O/C). It wasnt long before they came out with Nurse Joy leading the way. You got up and ran over to the duo with a smile, "You're okay-!"

"Nurse Joy! You're so beautiful I could melt away!" A boy around your age jumped in between you and the nurse.

You snorted at the boys love sick performance. You peeked over his shoulder and made eye contact with (P/O/C). "There you are!" You pushed passed the boy and grave your dear friend a hug.

"Woah." The boy sighed in astonishment. Suddenly instead of (P/O/C) in front of you, you were met with the eyes of the boy from just a moment before. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." He held your hands.

"Oh!" You blushed, "Thank you." You smiled.

"Come on Brock!" A little boy in glasses dragged the boy away from you.

"Let's meet again someday!" 'Brock' called out to you.

James

You stood off to the side as you watched your best friend (BFF/N) and a girl with long violet red hair argue over who should get the wild Eevee that kind of just came out of nowhere.

"Hurry it up Jessie or its gonna get away!" A man with blue hair shouted. He wore an all white outfit, paired with black gloves that match with his boots, a belt, and an undershirt. Not to mention the huge red R on his shirt.

"Come on (BFF/N)! If your not gonna catch it, I'll get it!" You pulled out your pokeballl and out came a (P/O/C).

"No! (Y/n) I'll get it!" Your friend pulled out her own pokeball and out came her Pokemon.

"I don't understand why I don't just ditch you already." You sighed which (P/O/C) nodded along too.

"Sometimes I wonder the same thing with Jessie." The boy beside you sighed. You glanced at the guy who was now standing right beside you. You gulped. He was... actually quite cute.

"Do you, um," You coughed, "...do you want a rice ball?" You held out your lunchbox. The mystery man happily grabbed the offered food.

"Where I come from, they call these jelly filled donuts." He took a bite, "Pretty funny if you ask me." You guys shared a laugh. He caught your eyes, "Thank you. It was delicious."

Quickly, you felt your heart pounding and your face heating up, "No...no problem!" You smiled.

Butch

Walking to the nearest restaurant you can find, you kept conversation with your little (P/O/C); "The ice cream in this place is supposed to be really good. They even have specially made ice cream for Pokemon! Isn't that cool?" You smiled down at your little buddy.

They nodded and made a little noise, which you can only assume meant some form of agreement.

Right as you entered the place, you were behind two people in dark coats. It was... a little intimidating if we're being honest.

"U-um," You stuttered out, the two turned to you, "if you're done ordering... I'd like a turn please." You shyly pointed at the counter.

The girl huffed, "alright. We were done anyways," she turned around, "Biff, bring our order when it's ready." She stalked off to a back table.

"It's Butch!" He called out aggravated.

He stepped aside to let you order.

The employee, who seemed a little suspicious, came back with all three orders; one for the duo, one for you, and one for your pokemon. The green haired man grabbed his order and was about to walk away when he noticed how you quickly retreated your hands from your sundaes. He rolled his eyes and sighed, "Here," he gently pushed you aside, "I got it." He grabbed tray to carry all your orders on.

"Thank you." You nodded.

"Hm," He hummed, staring down at you with his dark shades, "where are you sitting?"

Ritchie

"(P/O/C), can you set up the blanket over there please? Thank you." You smiled.

"And (P/O/C), can you carry this basket please. I'm afraid it's too heavy for me." You blushed sheepishly as another one of your pokemon carried the basket to where the other was.

"I'm sorry for having you guys do all this work for me. I'll give you guys some extra yummy food to make up for it, okay?" You got up from the river having just filtered your water to keep fresh and healthy for the remainder of your trip to the nearest town possible.

"Wow! This all looks great!" Someone shouted. You looked across the river and saw a boy about your age with a Pikachu on his shoulder. aww how cute! The pikachu had a little tuff of furr on his head!

"Sorry I didn't mean to disturb you. Its just that I saw some Pokemon and wanted to catch them but it looks like they are yours." He scratched his head.

"Oh no worries you didn't disturb me at all! Would you like to have lunch with us?" You gestured to all the food.

"If you don't mind." He smiled. The boy began to look around, "their must be a way over somehow." He spoke out loud. You stood up and quickly ran to a bush.

"Here!" You called out, "a bunch of kids from a small nearby village have things like these everywhere," the kid watched you pull out a long and sturdy plank of wood, "it's pretty convenient." You placed the plank over the river.

"Well I'd say!" He laughed. Him and his pikachu made it over the little makeshift bridge safely and quickly. "My names Ritchie." He held out his hand.

"(Y/N)." You shook his hand.

Gary

You sat in a burger restaurant eating your order with your little buddy, (P/O/C), sat across from you eating their pokepuff. A bell chimed signalling someone came into the restaurant. You curiously looked up and saw a boy around your age with a lot of teenage girls following behind him to the counter.

"Hey dude, check it out. Rich kid in a place like this? Seems weird don't you think?" You whispered to (P/O/C) as he cutely looked over the seat.

"Alright girls. Let's eat at this big table over here." The boy and his cheerleaders all walked over to a big table. Which was beside yours.

"Hey," You whispered to (P/O/C). He looked up at your from his pokepuff, icing bits on his furr.

"Let's get going." You whispered once more. You were about to get up when the boy from the other table stepped in front of you cautiously-trying not to be rude but eh, it's Gary.

"Excuse me miss. But I was wondering if I could get your name. I've seen you somewhere before but I just can't get my finger on who you are." He looked at you in thought.

You looked back down at your little companion, exchanging a similar thought on if you should tell him who you are. 'Mom always said don't talk to strangers.'

"(Y/N) Ketchum." So much for stranger danger. "I gotta go now, sorry. Bye." You walked passed the boy.

"She's a Ketchum!?" The boy exclaimed which startled his cheer squad.

Barry

"Alright so if this equals that then that mean this should be...ah!" You friend screamed as theywas trying to figure out a math problem. They want to be a pokemon scientist one day and math is often involved in science so they have to learn both subjects and be excellent at them.

"Um, (BFF/N), is there anything I can do to-eh!" You got cut off.

"You can help by shutting up! The math I was just trying to figure out! Ugh! It's left my brain forever!" She face cried.

"Ehh! I'm sorry!" You then got up to go grab yourselves some ice cream across the street to calm you both down.

"Ah!" You yelped as you were tackled to the ground.

"Ah! I'm late! I'm late! Hey stay out of my way-whoa..." You looked up and saw a blonde boy with orange eyes staring at you in awe. You could have sworn you seen him somewhere before.

"I'm sorry. I guess I should watch were I'm going." You groaned as you got up. The boy gulped and stood up quickly, a noticing pink hue dusting his face.

"Huh. Oh no! It's ok! I'm Barry by the way." Barry held out his hand. You grabbed it and stood up.

"Barry? Oh I've seen you on TV." You smile excitedly. You had to admit, watching the pokemon league on TV was quite fun. Especially whenever Barry was battling. He was just so cute! Of course you had a crush on him!

"Woah! Really?" His eyes lit up.

"Yeah! You lost 2 rounds in!" You mindlessly say.

"ugh." Barry falls to the ground.

"Barry?"

【As you've probably noticed, I try to keep a lot up to the readers decision. Like gender of your best friend, your pokemon, hometown ect. But in Paul's, I am writing that (Y/N) does indeed have a Togepi. Happy reading!】

Paul

You watched a boy your age with purple hair battle against your friend Ash with ease.

"Is that all? I should have expected at least a little bit of a challenge. Shame on me for thinking the weakest trainer can put up a fight with pokemon like that." He insulted.

"C'mon Ash! We're wasting our time! Let's just go." You heard your friend Dawn say. Ash looked like he was gonna get into a nasty fight with this 'Paul' guy. You took this as your cue to get going on your own solo adventure-seeing as you didn't travel with them or anyone else.

Your eyes casted to the boy who seemed to have too little patience in the world. "What are you looking at?" The purple haired boy glared at you-if it could somehow get even more harsh. It seemed he had a constant glare on his face.

"Hm. Oh! Um... nothing!" You stuttered out with a heavy blush, "Hey...Hey lets go Togepi." You turned around as your Togepi followed with his cute little 'Togepiiii'.

"What is that thing? It looks so... useless." Paul pulled out his Pokedex.

His comment caused you to turn around. He was too busy engrossed in his pokedex and trying to drown out Ash, Dawn, and Brock's voices. You hesitated but walked back to the boy so you were face to face.

"It's.. a Togepi." You said almost a little too quietly. Paul had just barely heard you. "and it's cute. And kind of scary." You looked down at the little guy running in circles chasing some butterfly pokemon.

"Sure it is." Paul rolled his eyes. "Do you have any other pokemon?" He crossed his arms.

"No." You shook your head.

"That's probably why." He pointed at Togepi before walking away without another word.

Trip

You walked around a city looking at all the cool colours, buildings, Pokemon shops, restaurants and all that other stuff. Your eyes sparkled up at everything you saw.

"Wow! Hey look at this (P/O/C)! Everything's so bright and beautiful and shiny!" You ran around some more, your pokemon right behind you, looking at everything in awe just like you.

Click!

You turned at the sound and saw a boy your age with a camera, facing a cute little cafe. You made eye contact and smiled, "What are you doing?"

The dirty blonde haired boy glanced at you, "Documenting my journey." He puts his camera away, "what are you doing?" He returned the question. He had probably expected you to take some hint and to leave him alone to his business but unfortunately for him, (Y/N) doesnt really work like that.

"I'm here for my next contest." Suddenly you had a bright idea, "if you don't mind, will you come watch?"

He blinked, "What? Why?" He looked almost offended by it. Like why would some random person just come along and ask him to take time away from his day to do that?

"So I can show my mom back home! We don't really have a tv to watch these things. Please! Just one picture! That's all I ask!" You beg.

"What's in it for me? I'm not just gonna do this for free you know-"

"I'll pay for your dinner tomorrow!"

He placed a hand on his hip, now smirking, "and with what money?"

"When I win the contest tomorrow, duh." You smiled.

The boy rolled his eyes, "Fine. Come find me at the pokemon center tomorrow. Then you can get your picture."

Their will be MORE CHARACTERS added - such as;

-Cilan

-Maxie

-Guzma

I will add them at a later date but if you wanna keep track of them + the others easier, this chapter is on Wattpad @/DigitalChito

It is also available on Quotev @/CodexChito however it is OUTDATED seeing as I am rewriting the scenarios so fair warning. Their is plenty of chapters on the Quotev book tho, with the inclusion of Drew from the Advanced Generation series!

Happy reading!!

[the3v1lqueen]

♡All I Want For Christmas is You♡

✨First post✨

Lesso x Reader (Holliday fanfic)

Word count: 1600ish

Fluff :3

“Come on Leo, it’s Christmas” I pleaded, leaning against the door to her office.

She didn’t look up from the pile of papers she was grading ruthlessly. “Too much to do, kitten.”

I rolled my eyes and let out a long sigh. I stood there, tapping my foot on the floor, arms crossed. Then I smirked as a genius idea came to my head. 

I ran outside into the cold winter air, snow falling ever so delicately onto my eyelashes. I scooped a handful of snow and molded it into a ball. I hurried back inside and back to Lesso’s office, leaving a puddle behind me as the snow melted in my hands. I made it to Lesso’s office with the soggy snowball and she was still buried deep in her papers. I let it fly through the air, exploding onto the crown of her head. It melted into her luscious red curls and she raised her head to meet my eyes slowly.

“Oh, if that’s the game you want to play,” she smirked.

She chased me through the hallways, her trench coat unbuttoned and flaring behind her. I could hear the click-clack of her heels as she trailed behind me. It amazed me how fast this woman could run in heels. I flung open the doors to the outside and quickly rushed to grab a handful of snow to defend myself from Lesso’s wrath. But before I could stand up, I felt a cold explosion of snow against my neck. The cold water crept underneath my shirt and made me shiver.

“That’s just cruel,” I shouted and Lesso cackled evilly.

“I warned you princess. Evil doesn’t play nice.”

I turned around to quickly chuck another snowball right back at her. It splattered on her face and she glared at me maliciously. Soon we were battling in a war of flying flurries. 

By the time our energy had been expended, we were both covered in snow and dying of laughter. I had made the mistake of not wearing a coat nor gloves and began to tremble in the cold. Lady Lesso sensed my discomfort and threw her coat around me. I tugged at the edges of the coat, clutching it tighter to my body to absorb the warmth it provided.

“Let’s get you inside before you freeze, darling,” she voiced with a tone of concern, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. She guided me back into the castle and led me up the stairs and into her personal quarters. When we entered the dark and gloomy room,  Lesso snapped her fingers, and the fireplace lit. We descended to sit by it and I watched the flames flicker and lick the air. I began to relax and my head fell against Lesso’s shoulder. Leaning against her, I let out a long sigh. I noticed that Leonora’s finger, which rested on her lap, began to glow with emotion. That hand then gently rose to brush the hair out of my face, and the other wrapped around my waist, hugging me closer. She kissed my forehead and then rested her head atop mine. Together we watched the fire in its tango, the logs as its dance floor.

I gasped and Lady Lesso raised her head and mine shot up shortly after. 

“We should decorate a tree,” I exclaimed.

“No,” she snarled, ”the last thing I want is to contaminate my room with Christmas cheer ”.

“We can use dark and creepy ornaments instead of colorful and sparkly ones,” I suggested.

Lesso shrugged her shoulders. “Alright, fine. But I don’t have a tree”.

“Then we’ll get one,” I stated

“Where,” Lesso chuckled, “the campus for the school for evil has no trees”.

I approached the window and glanced over the snowy outdoor landscape of the school for good.

“Then we’ll get one from over there,” I stated.

I pressed my finger against the window singling out a tree. “That one”. 

“You mean to say we’re going to cross over to the good school, which is against all rules, chop down one of their trees and carry it all the way back here,” Lesso laughed.

I turned from the window to face her.

She raised an eyebrow and stopped laughing, “oh you’re serious”. 

She ran over to me and grasped my shoulders tightly,  and locked her eyes with mine. “Y/N, you are insane and I love you for it.”

I smiled, and my cheeks flushed scarlet.

“Alright, let's go,” Lesso commanded, throwing on another one of her coats and snatching her cane.

“Don’t you want your jacket back,” I began.

“No, you wear it, it looks good on you,” she said, winking.

The Evers, all tucked away indoors away from the cold, didn’t see Lesso and I as we crossed the bridge to their campus. We approached the tree I had selected from the window with axes in hand. With ferocity, we swung our axes at the trunk. A loud crack sounded, and the tree folded forward, collapsing to the ground, and covering Leonora and I in a cloud of snow. 

With mischievous smiles on our faces, we lifted the tree to our shoulders and began to haul it back across the bridge. 

We jumped when we heard a voice yell, “What are you doing Lesso?”

It was Dovey. I looked back at Lesso

“Run,” she mouthed.

And so we sprinted across the bridge, snow in our eyes. The tree bounced on our shoulders, and needles fell everywhere. Once back in her quarters, we dropped the tree and I collapsed onto her bed, struggling to catch my breath. Leo however wasn’t even the slightest bit worn out. Using her magic, she aligned the tree to stand upright by her desk. Her gaze turned to me and she chuckled.

“Tired from a little running princess,” she purred. “Oh no, do you not have the energy to decorate? What a shame,” she teased, with a dramatic pout on her lips.

“No, Lesso, we’re going to decorate,” I said springing from the bed. “Be right back”. I ran out of her quarters and ran through the school to my dorm. I rummaged through the clutter underneath my bed until I found a small cardboard box. 

I burst through Leo’s doors and startled her. “You’re back,” she stated.

“With decorations,” I exclaimed with jazz hands.

Lesso rolled her eyes.

I knelt on the floor and carefully opened the box. Lesso stood behind me and rested her warm hands on my shoulders, leaning over to see what was in the box. 

I took out a sparkly black garland made of black down and crow feathers as well as a string of black LED lights. I stood with the decorations, and Lesso’s hands fell away. I handed her one end of the lights and I took the other and we spun around the tree, wrapping the lights. We did the same with the garland. I went back to the box and extracted some very menacing, sharp black ornaments. Lesso wrapped her hand around mine as I hooked the first ornament onto one of the tree’s furry branches. Lesso then took a couple of ornaments out of the box and hung them where she saw fit.

I went back to the box and saw there was only one ornament left.

“Here’s the tree topper,” I exclaimed. It had two bulbs and a cone-like point with an intricate silver design painted on it. It almost looked like the tip of a baroque tower. 

“Well come on now, you’ve got to put it up there,” Lesso stated.

She wrapped her hands snugly around my waist and lifted me up into the air with her strong arms, just high enough that I could reach the top of the tree. I secured the topper onto an upright branch.

“Alright, done”.

Lesso gently lowered me and I turned around to face her in excitement. 

“Now let’s turn it on,” I squealed.

She chuckled, amused by my enthusiasm.

I ran over and plugged the cord of lights into the outlet behind the desk.

Then I stood beside Lesso, admiring the tree which twinkled in black brilliance.

“It’s beautiful,” Lesso murmured, a sparkle in her eyes.

“Not as beautiful as you,” I uttered, turning towards her to study her gorgeous expression. She turned to face me, the light made her skin glow and illuminated how magnificently sharp her jawline was. Her lips curled ever so slightly into a warm smile and her eyes fluttered. 

“I don’t think my beauty could ever compare to the fairness of your heart, my dear,” Lesso began, raising her hand to my face, delicately stroking my cheek with her long, smooth nails. “Thank you for a lovely Christmas, Y/N.”

Leonora gracefully brought her other hand around my waist and hugged me close to her so that I was forced to look up into her glistening green eyes. I was blushing uncontrollably. Her eyes closed and she leaned toward me to brush her soft lips against mine. I brought our lips to interlock. The kiss was delicate, sweet, and special nonetheless. Sleighbells jingled outdoors and stars twinkled in the night sky. What a lovely Christmas it was indeed.

[sujiwonhao]

Someone New (Part V)

read part four here

1.6k words of filth and fluff

⚠️ cw: overstimulation, praise kink, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, cream pie, bathroom intimacy (?), submissive female (oc) + dominant male (ww) please let me know if I missed anything

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🙅🏻‍♀️🔞

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Let's get to fucking now, shall we?" Santi stated, a smirk forming on his face.

“Yes, please.” I replied, my chest heaving up and down.

“Ugh, Sav. You’re gonna make fucking me lose it.” He whispered against my right ear, his hot breath fanning against my neck, while his hands continued to roam my body.

“Go ahead, Santi. Give it your all.” I encouraged him, I know how much he’s been trying to hold back and I just want him to go all in.

And that’s when I saw it, the last string of Santi’s sanity snapping. His eyes are now pitch black, I can feel myself getting lost into the void of his stare.

Santi positioned himself on my entrance, sliding his dick between my folds before slowly making his way inside me. I felt a sharp pain strike me, I can feel light tears escaping my eyes. He was big, big and thick.

“So tight, shit. So good for me, Sav.” His voice was a lot deeper now, sending me over the edge.

“I don’t think it’ll fit all the way.” I told him while my face was buried on his neck, I could feel the heat climbing its way through my cheeks in embarrassment.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. I promise I’m gonna make you feel good..” Santi cooed, his hands playing with my nipples to distract me from the pain I was feeling, which worked, matter of factly.

Santi’s all the way inside me now, how he managed to fit his massive dick was still a mystery for me but I chose to dwell on it later. While he was letting me adjust to his size, he peppered my face with kisses while his fingers did wonders to my clit.

“You’re huge, Santi. Sorry for making you wait.” I hissed, the pain gradually subsiding as pleasure started to take over, my hands still on top of my head - tied using his shirt.

“That’s alright, angel.” He took that as a cue to start moving. His thrusts started slow but intense, making sure he was balls deep inside me.

I caught myself in a moaning fit with his every move sending me in a euphoric trance. I bit his shoulder as he continued to ram his throbbing dick inside me, the sound of his grunts turning me on even more.

“Please, Santi…” “I wanna, ugh fuck…” I begged between shaky breaths, making Santi lift his head and meet my eyes.

“What is it, Sav? Talk to me.” His tone was gentle as he stroked my cheeks with his thumb but not stopping his thrusts.

"I want to touch you so bad." I whined, tears falling down my eyes as I tried to escape the constraints of his shirt that tied my wrists together.

"I'm sorry, baby. Was it too much?" Santi asked, his voice laced with worry as he freed me from being tied up.

"It's okay, Santi. I just want to be able to touch you all over while we're doing it." I told him. My hands quickly wrapped around the nape of his neck to pull him in for a torrid kiss.

It was filthy, to say the least. The sound of skin slapping echoed in the room and the smell of sex filled the air — erotic moans escaping our mouths as our bodies connected to one another.

"He's not stopping anytime soon." I thought to myself.

"Fuck, you're so tight around my cock." "That's a good girl right there, ahhh!" Santi said in between animalistic thrusts, I can already feel the pool of my own slick down there as I clenched at his praise.

He placed one of my legs on top of his shoulder and pounded hard, his tip reaching my sweet spot with every push.

"Shit, Santi. You feel so good, please keep going." I said as I felt a familiar knot on my stomach, my walls tighten on Santi's dick which earned a suppressed groan from him.

"Cum for me, Sav. Three.."

"Let it out for me. Two.."

"Coat my cock with your cum. One.."

"There you go. You're amazing, angel." Santi hummed in satisfaction as I came at his command. I couldn't believe it either, it was the first time someone counted me down to an orgasm.

My nails formed crescents on his back as Santi continued to grind and thrust into me, chasing his own release.

"I'm getting there, Sav."

"Be the good girl that you are and take me." Santi said his thrusts were getting more violent and sloppy as he felt his orgasm approaching.

"Yes, Santi."

"Inside me please, I'm safe." I closed my eyes shut because of the overstimulation I was feeling as I let Santi fuck me senseless and felt another wave of orgasm hit me.

With a few more relentless thrusts, Santi painted my walls white with his load, filling my hole with his warm cum.

"So fucking good for me, baby." "So damn good." Santi said as he faced me. His face was heavenly — his hair was a mess from all the pulling, some of it sticking to his forehead and his mouth. Oh god, his mouth was glistening from all of the sloppy kisses we shared. It was a sight to savor.

Santi carefully removed his dick, our mixed juices dripping from my cunt to the bedsheets. His eyes glued on what's in front of him.

"Can't let any of this go to waste." He said, as he pulled me to the edge of the bed without warning which made me let out a small shriek.

Shock was immediately replaced with pleasure as Santi fucked me mercilessly with his tongue, not letting me recover from my high.

"Hmmm, sweet." He said as he continued to eat me out. I swear I'm already seeing stars with how my head was spinning.

The slurping sounds he made were obscene, I can feel my knees turn into jelly as he devoured every part of me down there, not letting a single drop go to waste.

"Ugh, fuck."

"I'm gonna cum again, Santi." I said while his face was buried on my cunt, my hand gripping his hair in a knot.

"Go on, angel."

"Cum for me." He said, almost in a low whisper.

I gasped as I let out my nth orgasm for the night, my mind gone to mush with overstimulation.

"You're crazy." I said as I playfully hit Santi's chest with my fist. I tried my best to steady my own breathing because if I don't, I might just pass out right then and there.

Santi easily picked up on what I was doing, he effortlessly carried me to sit on the bed with my back pressed against the headboard.

"Thank you, baby." I told him. Santi averted his gaze in an attempt to hide the blush that's tinting his cheeks, but he failed. Because I saw it, my heartstrings tugged at the seams.

"It's not a big deal, Sav."

"I'm sorry if I was too rough." His hands were massaging my thighs, and I felt myself ease to his touch. Santi then shifted his attention to the bedside table to get a box of tissues and some wipes.

So this is what aftercare is like. I thought to myself as Santi cleaned me up. He was gentle and would randomly place kisses on the top of my head from time to time, going on about how good I made him feel.

"Do you want to shower together? I mean I'll help you bathe since you're probably sore from what we just did." He blurted out, trying his best not to sound suggestive.

"You didn't have to be so defensive." I teased him, my giggles breaking the tension.

"You're such a tease, Sav." He responded with a faint chuckle.

I looped around my arms around his neck as he scooped me up, carrying me bridal style to his bathroom. Santi placed me on the countertop and started to rub circles on the small of my back while he was waiting for the tub to be filled with water.

"Hmm, thank you." I hummed against the crook of Santi's neck, locking him between my thighs.

"Anything for you, angel. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He placed me on the bathtub and I felt my body relax as soon as it came in contact with the warm water.

Santi joined me a few minutes later, lathering my body with his body wash and I taught him how to clean "down there" which he will do expertly in no time.

After the hot bath and a heated makeout session in the tub, we stepped out of it. He dried my body with a fresh towel and offered to dry my hair with the blow-dryer he had stored on the bottom drawer of his vanity.

"Does that feel okay?" Santi asked as he was carding his fingers through my hair.

"Feels great actually." I complimented him. His thumb gently applied pressure on the back of my neck, occasionally whispering sweet nothings that made my heart flutter.

Santi helped me dress up by putting his shirt and boxers on me. As we made our way back to his bedroom, he tucked me to bed and placed a chaste kiss on my lips before he slid into the covers, snuggling next to me.

I felt myself slowly succumbing to sleep and just when I was about to give in, Santi whispered, "Good night, angel. Meeting you was the best thing that happened to me." Unbeknownst to him, a small smile flashed across my face as I drifted away to dreamland.

[tacticalhimbo]

Howdy @comrade-botanistman ! I was assigned to celebrate @sstewyhosseini 's Resident Evil Gift Exchange with ya, and I come bearing a gift!

This fic was really fun to write out, and I had a lot of fun exploring the idea of transfem!Jill with Carlos. I hope you like this bittersweet little moment between them <3

Let me know if you'd like a more permanent copy of this, too! I'd be more than happy to slide ya a PDF version or something like that :)

Under a cut for length!

The mornings were always the hardest. Watching that sleepy fog lift and give clarity to the mirror hanging just above the sink, lights shining down to illuminate every exposed inch of Jill's features. The slowly fading shadows beneath her eyes. The texture of her skin. The way her brows knitted as blonde strands of hair fell into her view, unable to shield the way the image before her morphed. The way the room turned and grew cold as an all too familiar feeling of panic settled.

'Jill. Jill—Come on. Snap out of it!'

Knuckles paled as fingers dug into the slick ceramic. Eyes narrowed at the distorted reflection. A shadow loomed just behind her, though she remained unaware. All she could see was the husk that Wesker had left in her place.

'Come on, Jill!'

A hand rose to clutch at her chest, fists balling around the loose fabric of her shirt. She winced at the empty feeling, shrinking in on herself as she finally broke her gaze and came to rest her shoulder against the adjacent wall. Breaths grew rapid as she sunk to the cooled, tile flooring. Eyes darted to the space before her as she felt herself growing dizzy. Felt a warm feeling just beside her. She froze, just able to raise her gaze enough to see a familiar face by her side.

"Are you alright?"

"Carlos..."

The man smiled a bit at the recognition, worry stricken in his features as he cautiously touched at her arm. He used his leg to nudge the discarded pair of scissors away from her side, opting to place himself between them as he kneeled. Gentle eyes met her gaze, and the mercenary found himself gently guiding her into a loose hug.

"What happened? I heard something fall, then I came in, and you were... I don't even think you saw me, but you were lookin' right at me. Least it seemed like it."

Shoulders dropped as she leaned into his side, hands hesitant to reach out and touch at his arm. To guide him closer to her as she caught her breath. She watched his hands as they moved, focused just enough to react in the event he tried anything. Deep down, she knew he wouldn't. She told herself that countless times. She was safe; Carlos was safe. Still, her nerves were taut. Drawn like that of a bow, ready to fire. She shook her head a bit, taking a breath before speaking.

"I didn't realize how much my hair's faded..."

"Huh. Yeah... It looks good." Carlos smiled a bit.

Jill scoffed, watching as the movement of her head guided the light locks to rest against her shoulder.

"I hate it."

"Because of—?"

"Yeah."

Carlos nodded a bit, watching as Jill rested by his side. Watching as she brought her knees closer, hugging them as her gaze rose to the dye on the counter. He followed, wheels turning as he reached for the scissors beside him.

"Hey, how about I help you fix it up, then? Just a warning, I didn't exactly go to cosmetology school." He laughed, nudging her arm as he stood and offered a hand.

She couldn't help the ghostly laugh that escaped her, nor the way her hand seemed to find his on its own. And so she stood with him, slow to sit herself on the counter as he’d retrieved the discarded tools and set them down beside her. Yet even that bit of comfort seemed short-lived as the nausea resettled in her gut. Conflict etched itself onto her face as Carlos finished setting up a little station, and it didn't escape him.

"Hey," his voice was soft, and his touch even softer. Calloused fingers brushed the back of her hand. "What's on your mind, supercop?"

"I..." The words failed to escape Jill as she peered over her shoulder and toward the mirror again. 

She remained present this time, allowing herself to reach up and brush a few stray hairs aside. For a moment, there was euphoria. A comfort in what she saw. But as always, Wesker lingered behind the sensation. He was there to ruin it, just as he’d (effectively) ruined her. She sighed, shaking her head.

"I should be happy it's gotten this long. I used to always have trouble growing it past a few inches. Hell, your hair's longer than I've ever managed back then." A faint laugh, accompanied by a subtle nudge to his arm.

He laughed with her, offering a playful 'hey!' as he nudged back.

"But?"

Curse him for knowing her so well.

"... But even though it makes me feel more feminine, more like me, I just can't shake that asshole from my head. This," she held up a thick string of hair, so close to just yanking it from its root," is because of him. Whatever the hell it was he did to me, this was the result."

'That's not true'. That's what he wanted to say at the moment. To tell her as he wordlessly grazed his hand against hers. Yet the words didn't escape him. He couldn't lie to her like that. Couldn't put himself in her shoes to figure out what exactly happened. She knew better than him. She was there; he wasn't. Silently reassuring her was the best he could do. To offer his hand as he stepped back and looked her over.

That was when the gears began turning.

"Well, what if we compromise on it? Cut it real short like you like it... Maybe leave some of the blonde in?" He watched her eyes snap to his face. Curiosity shone in them. "Ease ya into the idea and all."

It wasn't a bad idea. Jill could almost see it forming before her as she gathered a handful of strands and pulled them back, hiding them behind her head as her bangs fell into place. Seeing less had already made her feel more secure... and it wasn't a bad color on her. Not for the moment. Perhaps not anymore. Fingers unfurled, and lengthy strands fell back into place.

"Yeah... Okay. Maybe a little bit in the bangs? Right around..." Brows knitted together as she leaned closer to the mirror. Her fingers grasped at the loose strands just above her brow. "Here?"

"I like it." Carlos clapped his hands together, practically beaming as a hand gently tilted Jill's upward. His expression softened, lips pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead as he got to work.

Scissors sliced through hair, quick to make work of the overgrowth and allow it all to pile on the floor by the former commander's feet. Sections were pulled and set aside, though a tad lopsided, no thanks to the way Carlos' head would tilt as he attempted to find the natural parts beneath the layers. It was rough, but it was an attempt. And not a terrible one, if Jill said so herself. She did. Practically leaped at seeing the vision come to life. Already, it had felt like the weight on her chest slipped off. She ran a hand through the short cut, sighing a heavy breath of relief at the choppy feeling of the underlayer against her fingers. Those same fingers made their way forward, moving alongside her partner's to section off the small bit of bang that would remain undyed. She smiled to herself, peering at Carlos' reflection and nodding. He nodded back, grabbing the box of dye to begin the next stage of their plan. Of course, even the included set of gloves didn't stop either of them from making a mess of themselves. They shared soft laughs and playful teases, pointing out the splotches of brown that coated their hands. Jill was the first to begin the cleanup, wetting a rag and guiding Carlos to offer his hands so that she could scrub them clean. Their shared touches lingered, fingers intertwining as their lips brushed together. 

Carlos smiled, then Jill. They kissed each other tenderly, hovering tensions dissipating as a comforting blanket of warmth surrounded the duo. Hands cautiously wandered along the other, tempting the other closer to savor that warmth. Jill gripped at Carlos' shoulders lightly, attempting to distract herself from the building fire behind her eyes. The moisture building on her eyelashes. Carlos noticed the squeeze, drawing back just enough to ask if she was okay. She nodded, thanking him softly before pressing one last, chaste kiss to his cheek as she withdrew entirely. 

Soon enough, idle chatter was cut short by the sound of a phone going off. The timer had finished, and Jill abandoned her post on the countertop to lean over the sink and rinse her hair. It would have been easier to shower, but she didn't quite feel like kicking Carlos out of the bathroom just yet. So he stayed, helping her reach the back of her head and washing all the excess down the drain. He offered her a towel to wipe her face and dry her hair, to which she gladly accepted. For a moment, she considered simply keeping the towel there. Hiding herself from the reflection that eagerly awaited her. What if she hated it more? What if she didn't look any different?

What if all of this was some sick dream? A faux memory implanted into her?

'No.' She winced at the thoughts, shaking her head before taking a deep breath and removing the towel.

And before her stood herself. The Jill that awaited her was... her. She had that signature short, brown hair. Those focused eyes. And, a streak of blonde that only added to the inquisitive spark in her gaze. Beside her was Carlos, who seemed to beam at seeing the result of his handiwork. Lips curled into a bright grin, eyes squinting as he squeezed his partner's arms excitedly.

"Well? Not too bad for a hired gun, huh?" He paused, leaning in to press his cheek against hers. "What do ya think, supercop?"

Her lips mimicked his, head bumping against his as she squeezed at his hand. She looked happy. At peace with herself again. And god, was it a beautiful sight.

"Could be more even, but I like it. It has that Carlos charm." The pair laughed, exchanging yet another series of playful bumps and nudges. "I like it... Thank you."

"Anything for you, Jill. You know that. I love you."

"I love you too."

[i-am-very-heck]

waking up

context! this is a sequel to this fic of v's nightmare, so i suggest you read that if you haven't. this fic is basically v venting to obie lmao. hope you enjoy!

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it was the middle of the night. v tumbled out of bed, landing on the floor with a loud thump. they scrambled to sit up as their eyes darted around the room. they were in the antique store. they were nowhere to be seen. v hugged themself tight. their heart was racing and their breathing was heavy. they were so caught up in their own emotions that they didn't notice the person they were sleeping with had gotten out of bed too. obie kneeled down and placed a hand on their shoulder.

"V... Ya alright? That was a mighty violent wake up ya had there..."

their head snapped to look at him. obie could only see fear in their eyes and... were those tears? he cupped v's face gently with his other hand and spoke in a much quieter voice than before.

"Hey, hey... I'm here for you. Nothing's gonna happen to ya while I'm around..."

v stared at obie. he could feel their heartbeat gradually slow down to a still high, yet more normal tempo as their staring continued. they seemed a little less on edge, a bit more relaxed.

"...D'you wanna talk about it?"

...

they didn't say anything, instead they hugged obie tightly and buried their face in his shoulder, sobbing into it. he had almost immediately returned the hug.

"I getcha. Just take your time, sugar... We've got all night."

so they sat there in each other's embrace for a long while. obie had began tracing little patterns into v's back to comfort them. they had an unrelenting grip on his shirt for a time. eventually, their sobbing had calmed to just little hiccups and sniffles. v's grip had loosened as they finally spoke, though they were very meek.

"sniff- I had a- a nightmare... It's one I used to- hic- used to have a l-lot... 't had to do with-.. with my... 'imaginary friend'..."

"Hmph- Well, they don't sound real friendly-like if this is how they make ya feel."

they nodded into his shoulder with a soft 'mmhm'. the two stayed like that for a moment longer before v pulled away. they looked off into the dark corners of the room.

"... You... You haven't seen the shadows... looking back at you.. H-have you?"

he shook his head in the darkness.

"Can't say I have. Is that somethin' that you see?"

... "... Yeah."

v floated to their feet and held a hand out to help obie off the floor.

"Get up and I'll tell you about it. I really need to get this off my chest anyways."

he took their hand and was yanked up to his feet, stumbling a little due to the very sudden change in altitude. v went to turn on the lights and sat back on the bed, patting the spot next to them for him to sit. he did.

"Ugh- Where to start with this..."

they took a moment to collect their thoughts and sighed.

"Well, as far back as I can remember I've been able to see this thing following me around in the darkness. It was almost like my shadow came to life and for a while I considered it my imaginary friend since, y'know, no one else could see it. It wasn't 'til midway through grade school or so that it got... aggressive. They wouldn't leave me alone. I would have that same nightmare night after night... God, it made me such a messed up kid. I was so stressed all the time..."

v looked down at their hands, they were shaking. the more they remembered, the more tense they grew. they took a deep breath and continued on.

"They eventually stopped showing their face--or eye I guess--and that was that, or so I THOUGHT-"

their apparent anxiety had melted into frustration. v's hands had balled up into fists.

"Ever since I got here its been rearing it's ugly head around every dark corner I've seen and it's complete bushwa. I have absolutely zero clue what beef this thing has with me and to be frank? I'm sick and tired of it. I'm tired of it telling me I'm not strong enough, that I'm weak. I've already got so much on my plate that this is the rancid cherry on top!-"

v snapped. they shot up from their sitting position and began pacing around the room, gesturing wildly along with their speech. they were almost yelling at this point.

"First my uncle goes missing and I get called in to save him, but uh oh! Turns out I've made enemies with the damn shadow government! Now they've sent their most powerful accountant to balance my books or some bushwa like that-"

"Not only that but I found my mom's brother who's been been working on finding her since she's been missing for some 20-odd years. Which is good! It really is. But I'm worried that I'm gonna mess up some part of his weird science plan to locate her and he's gonna go missing too!"

"Also, this whole adventure has been stressful and confusing- like, why are there so many gangs in this city? What the hell happened at Crystaldream Lake to make those time anomalies?? What the HELL was Mudhenge???"

their pacing landed them by the odd faerie sculpture, which v socked in the head as they were so worked up. there was a loud crunch as their fist made contact with the wood. obie stared at them with surprise. this was the first time he's seen v get genuinely pissed off at something and it was a bit scary... they had a look in their eyes that was telling him that they'd break more things if he didn't step in. obie rummaged through their nightstand and snatched a handful of pencils.

"V, wouldja c'mere? I got somethin' for you."

v's head snapped back to look at obie in a way that shouldn't be possible for someone with bones. they dismissed their anger with a shake of the head and now had a curious look.

"Huh? What's it?"

they floated over to him. obie was taken aback by the sudden shift in tone. there wasn't a drop of anger in their demeanor anymore, just intrigue. he just pulled them in to sit back down.

"You never fail to give me whiplash, V. It ain't a big thing but it is quite odd seein' you flip from one emotion to another like a coin."

he gives them a little squish and a kiss on the forehead. they giggle, leaning into him more.

"Glad to see you're doin' better, hun."

obie stands. he sets the pencils back down on the nightstand and goes to the light switch.

"I think it's 'bout time to flop again, so lights out. Ya follow?"

"Mhmm... Sounds ducky to me."

with a click the lights were shut off. obie made his way back to the bed to cuddle with v, v making grabby hands at him until he got there.

and so, they both drifted off to sleep peacefully... no night terrors to be seen.

[yourgildedcage]

Alright I finally produced a story.

1 ice cream down. 7 to go.

This was sinfully short but I'm lazy-

This is one of many, not all the fics are here--

Yeah I know Savanaclaw has its own pool but i wanted Floyd and Jade to be there.

Fight me.

This post is based on the Savanaclaw ice cream from the art by @somehowmags

For those that dont know, Malleus alter is a alternate universe version of Malleus who is a human and possesses no magic.

Sorry this isn't that good.

I'll edit and fix it later.

Family Visits...Us or Them

Story:

"Aw your uniform kinda looks like my formal uniform!... Less dragon motifs though" Malleus alter comments.

"Do you want--?" Malleus offered about to make a magical illusion of the clothing for the Diasomnia uniform.

"Nope! wearing the uniform is only for important stuff like greeting my grandmother and business matters" Malleus alter waved off.

"I'm going to Octavinelle," Malleus alter smiled. " be back in a bit"

*Octavinelle Dorm*

'He's someone else's problem now,' Leona though as he shrugged. But Floyd was actually handling Cheka really well. Wait.

Where is Jade....

Oh no human Malleus is coming over here...

Hold that thought. Leona tried to pretend to be asleep but Cheka totally ruined it.

"Hi Cheka you've grown so big since I last saw you!" Malleus alter stated as Cheka tackled him with a surprise hug.

"Oi Cheka dont hug strangers," Leona berated lazily.

"Actually why are you here?" Malleus alter asked.

"It's a place to dump him" Leona grumbled.

"I'm guessing Azul's making you stay and watch him so he doesnt wander off."

Leona made a snore noise in response.

"Oji-tan! Come play in the pool water with me!" Cheka threw the ball at Leona but it missed. Leona smirked.

"Oji-tan is really tired but I'll play with you though!" Malleus alter said stripping off his shirt.

"Dont ever call me that again. Wait you werent invited--!" Leona protested. He was ignored.

"Oh yeah? I challenge you to a volleyball game then," Floyd grinned displaying a larger ball.

"Where did you get all the pool toys?" Malleus alter asked wading in the water.

He was down to a pair of gym shorts he'd worn over his clothes, Leona thought that was unnecessary layering up on his part.

"I get bored in here some days... Nobody to play with" Floyd pouted. "And Sam has lots of things" Cheka poked him with a pool noodle he found.

"Alright I accept your challenge," Malleus alter shrugged. Immediately he snapped to attention as Floyd launched the ball at him with no warning.

The three of them were playing, or rather Floyd and Cheka were tosding the ball to Malleus and back again while subtly seeing how loud Cheka could get in terms of happy squeals.

"Oji-tan is asleep again," Cheka remarked looking at Leona who'd turned so ge face away from the pool.

"I wanted him to play too..."

"Hmm I know how to wake you up," Malleus alter grinned.

Leona could smell Malleus alter come closer. The scent of the water mixing in with that human's... Was odd.

Leona tensed in realization.

'He wouldn't.'

Malleus gripped the edge of the lounge chair and gently shook it. The gentleness was obviously for show. Like a quiet warning. One that Leona would normally ignore but he had other annoyances today. A Annoyance named Cheka.

"Oi Malleus cut that shit out" Leona rolled over and glowered as Malleus alter shook the chair alittle harder threatening to hurl him into the cool waters.

"I'm serious--!" He hissed.

And then he fell in.

"Ha ha ha!" Malleus laughed like a little kid.

Leona didnt know which was more of a headache. "I'm done for the day" he crawled back on the lounge chair.

Having to actually interact with Floyd or the happy sound Malleus just made.

Leona wanted to get back to his nap. Why did that human Doppelganger for the lizard have to show up?

With a sigh he sat up. "One game"

"Yes!" Malleus alter and Cheka grinned.

Leona and Malleus alter got a bit too competitive and at that point only those two were playing with a occasional surprise move from Floyd.

They had long abandoned tring to stay on the two designated teams, Leona and Cheka for Savanaclaw and Octavisomnia (Floyd's combination name for Octavinelle and Diasomnia despite Malleus alter's protests that he didnt attend school there) for Floyd and Malleus.

Cheka hit the ball whenever it got close enough to him. This also meant he splashed a lot of water too.

Malleus alter was about to win but then--

"I brought snacks!" Jade said all too cheerfully.

He was carring two trays, one with ice cream one with sandwhiches.

"Ah you're all in the water? Floyd why didnt you tell me? i would have loved to come in on tbe fun," he had a mock pity expression on his face.

After jade persuaded them to get out the pool, Cheka made a beeline for the sandwhich and ice cream, Malleus for the ice cream, and Floyd inspected his sandwhich. Leona reclaimed the lounge chair.

"Why do they look like lions?" Cheka asked. "It's in honor of our special guest," Jade grinned.

"Really?" Cheka beamed.

It was a popsicle with a lion head shape. The white base looked more like a rectangle. The head is brown with green pieces of candy as eyes, a caramel streak going down the left side, under the eye. A few crushed macadamia nuts cover the top. And the popsicles were rapidly vanishing.

"Oi don't eat them all," Leona snapped as Malleus reached for another one.

"What I've only had two and you weren't even gonna eat yours--" Malleus defended.

Leona stared directly at Malleus and snatched one out of spite.

Malleus smirked. "Bet you don't eat it all,"

"fuck off" Leona rolled his eyes.

"How much are you willing to wager on this bet?" Azul asked.

"Whoa? Where'd you come from?" Malleus alter yelped nearly dropping the stick holding the remnant of his treat.

"Oh ive been around," Azul smiled. "I was going to tell you your drinks are ready but you looked so preoccupied with your game.." Azul gestured. He was holding a tray of five tall glasses filled with a dark red liquid.

"Your tea sangria made from iced passion tea with Apple tea, white peach juice, raspberry juice, blackberry juice, and fruit inclusions is awaiting you"

Jade grinned like he knew a secret.

"How much do I owe you for the drinks?" Malleus alter asked.

"That would be  2677 madol*," Azul's eyes smiled.

"I'm being robbed blind by the alternate universe version of my boyfriend," Malleus alter faked being injured. But he handed him the money.

"These are new madol notes..." Azul said as he fingered through the paper counting the money at machine gun pace.

"Nobody's gonna comment on the boyfriend remark?" Leona asked.

Jade put a finger to his lips.

Floyd just bounced a ball back and forth with Cheka.

Azul seemed to do a double take. "I beg your pardon????"

Malleus swam away with the drinks.

Leona looked up. Revenge for the lounge chair earlier. "Cheka he's making off with your refreshments! Get him!"

Malleus alter laughed even as Cheka swam toward him.

*about 39 US dollars. It doesnt make much sense but I'll explain the math on it later.

[megraen]

What We're Hunting For - Chapter 9 - Piqued Interests

Later in the afternoon, Luis finally came to find the girls, who had spent their afternoon fawning over the farm animals, which Luis couldn’t deny were adorable, especially the baby animals. Not a single drop of masculinity in his blood would stop him from finding baby animals sweet. Faith and Abigail had been discussing what they were most excited about at the festival week. Faith was excited to see Abigail and her friends perform at the opening and closing ceremonies, while Abigail just wanted to have a good time with everyone. “I can’t wait to have some balls in my mouth,” Luis interjected, causing the woman to snap their heads towards him. Both seem mildly offended by his remarks, Faith more than Abigail. “I want to try some Rocky Mountain Oysters. Damn girls, get you’re heads out of the gutter.” He made his way to them, tossing an arm over Abigail's shoulders as he stood between them, kissing his friend's cheek. She nudged him playfully in the side. While Faith disapproved of the crude joke the man had made, but she found seeing the old friends' interaction was sweet, as it reminded her of how Joseph interacted with his brothers. “You lovelies been enjoying yourselves? I take it Abigail went on one of her knowledgeable rants because of the sheep.”  Faith giggled. “Only because I encouraged her.” He sighed dramatically. “Never encourage this one.” Abigail jabbed him harder in the side for that remark, making him winch. “Hey, watch it. I’m a sensitive baby boy.”  “Oh, you’re a baby, alright, mate.” Abigail bit playfully, jabbing him a third time, but softer. She turned to Faith, noticing her laughing at them. “You good?” The young woman nodded in between bursts of giggles. Faith was very much so enjoying the show the two friends were putting on for her, commenting on how close they were. “Yeah, that happens when you live with someone for seven years.” Luis audibly shuddered, earning a light smack on the shoulder from Abigail. “Is there a reason you’re here being a nuisance?”  “Yes,” Luis answered flatly like it was apparent. “We’re all done setting up. So someone—” He emphasised, jerking his head at the blonde. “—needs to get back to the hotel and get dolled up for the performance. Well, I do too.” He stated, looking down at his own attire. The two friends were dressed casually in jeans, sneakers and t-shirts. Not something a band should wear when they perform, especially their lead singer. As the front-runner, Abigail needed to be eye-catching to enthrall the audience, and not just with her voice.  “Yeah…” Abigail sighed, looking down at herself.  “Oh, I’m sure you’ll look gorgeous no matter what you wear!” Faith beamed, taking Abigail's hands in her own. Abigail smiled at the kind words and the warmth of the woman’s hands. Faith was a comforting presence. “I’ll see you later tonight!” The two hugged as they said their goodbyes, Faith squeezing her tightly. She even said goodbye to Luis, which the man was happy to return. They had found the rest of their band sitting at the van waiting for them, both men looking annoyed. In truth, Timothy had gone on yet another rant during Abigail's absence about Eden’s Gate and how that Abigail shouldn’t be associating with its members. Luis and Michael had ripped into him, lecturing their friend on his words and actions in the last week. The entirety of the band had grown sick of Timothy and his anti-Eden’s Gate rants that he had been afflicting on his friends. They came to Hope County to perform and have a minor holiday, not to witness their guitarist having a breakdown.

I was tagged by @kyber-infinitygems to give this a go hahah

[curses-and-curiosities]

Forgot to share this here, but look! Look look look!

[It's a VOD from some sort of livestream! It starts with a black screen, before a familiar voice shouts, "Ladies aaand gentlemens! It's time for the Iono Zone!"

The screen explodes with a purple and yellow lightning effect before cutting to a shot on a Rotom Phone in the arena in the middle of Levincia. Gym Leader Iono gives a great big wave to the camera, and Taliya mimics the gesture with much more restraint. "Today's challenger came here allllll the way from Hoenn!" Iono says, full of energy. "Iiiit's Taliya! If you're just tuning in, Taliya ACED the Electric-type quiz I wrote up and is movin' on to the battle!"

A panel of information flashes onscreen - Taliya's first name and title ("Curse Vendor"), hometown, Rotomblr blog, and team appear in the top right corner. "Now, who are you and why are you so SPIKY? Your shirt looks like a Pincurchin!"

Taliya gives a nervous laugh and speaks in bursts. "Uh! Um! Hi! I'm Taliya from Slateport City, Hoenn! I run a little store called Taliya's Bag of Tricks, we sell... well, cursed stuff, basically! Stop on by, we'd be glad to have you! The spikes are just... something I like to do! It's pretty simple, really."

"Neat!" It's clear Iono cut Taliya off a but, but she brushes it off. "How're ya feelin' about this one, Taliya? Excited? Nervous?"

"I'm a little more nervous knowing this is all online. Hopefully I don't embarrass myself too badly, heh heh..."

"Whaaat? Nahhhh, I'm sure you'll do fine! You're a Ghost trainer, yeah?"

"Yep!"

"Cool! I'm a pretty big Ghost fan myself. OH!" Iono snaps her fingers. "You're from Hoenn, you said? Have you heard of the Terastal phenomemom- no, phemo- whatever, have you heard of it?"

"Uuh... no? Is that, like, a sandwich?"

"Hah! I like you! Take this. Give it back after the battle, though, okaaaay?" Iono rummages through her bag and pulls out... a Tera Orb!? She hands it to Taliya, who looks confused. "You'll figure it out, I bet."

Just then, a Super Chat pops onstream:

"PoryPoryPoryGon donated [Pokemon equivalent of $15]! hey, new challenger! that thing's a tera orb. push the button in the center and throw it above your pokemon and its type changes. if it keeps an existing type, those moves get a dmg boost!"

Iono reads out the message verbatim and then chuckles. "Thanks, my loyal Porygon! Love these guys! Alright, methinks it's time we get started. You know what to do, miss Curse Vendor?"

"Sure! Good luck! This'll be fun, I think."

Taliya walks to the side of the field and readies a Dusk Ball as a graphic appears on screen, reading, "Gym Battle! Go!" It disappears in a flash of lightning and both trainers send out their first Pokémon. Iono's Wattrel lets out a chirp and does a flourish in the air before settling on the ground as Taliya's Chimecho, Sunrise, hits the field.

The tiny Wattrel strikes first, darting forward at blinding speed as Iono calls out a Quick Attack. It shoots into Sunrise, knocking her back. She quickly retaliates with Extrasensory, lifting the tiny bird into the air before telekinetically slamming it into the ground. The Wattrel quickly bounces back, soaring high into the sky before descending on the Chimecho, wings glowing yellow with lightning, crashing into Welcome with a mighty Spark. She strikes back the same way, using Extrasensory to push the Wattrel into the air before knocking it into a wall. This time, it faints.

"Jeez, that thing packs a PUNCH! That's fine, though - I've got a loooot more to hit you with!"

"We're, uh... We're really doing it! Keep doing what you're doing, Sunrise! Great work!"

Iono sends out her next Pokémon, a Bellibolt that gives a friendly wave as it hits the field. Before Sunrise can attack, it shoots a Water Gun directly into the Chimecho and knocks her out. Taliya gives it a reassuring smile before trading it for her Sableye, Whisper. He gives a snaggletoothed grin before disappearing. Half a second later, he appears in front of Bellibolt, too close for comfort, and slashes with both of his claws with a surprising Fake Out. The EleFrog Pokémon can't hit back before Sableye materializes back on its side of the field, but its stomach begins to glow from the hit. It surges forward with an extra-powerful Spark and dives on top of Whisper. "Hah! You fell for it! Electromorphosis boosts BB's Electric attacks whenever you hit it!"

Taliya grits her teeth before she gets an idea. She says something to Whisper, who nods and chuckles. As Bellibolt surges with Electricity for another Spark, Whisper's eyes glow bright red and Bellibolt stops in its tracks. His electricity slows and dies out as its Spark is stopped by Whisper's Disable. Bellibolt shoots a Water Gun at Whisper, but he barely flinches. He strikes back with a Knock Off, trades blows with Bellibolt, and then knocks it out. "Jeez, that thing can take a HIT! Halfway done, d'you think you can go all the way?"

"I, uh... Maybe, actually! Seems like I'm doing okay so far. Doin' great, Whisper!"

Iono's Luxio roars as it hits the field, even worrying Whisper as its attack drops from Intimidate. Whisper dashes forwards with a Knock Off, but misses and falls to Luxio's Bite. Taliya recalls it, more excited now, and sends out her Claydol, Olympia. Luxio moves first, teeth glowing black as it launches a Bite from above, dealing massive damage. Before it can back up, Olympia sends energy surging upwards through the ground as they use Earth Power on the Luxray and deal a sizable amount of damage. Luxio flies upwards but uses the momentum to slam back into Olympia. Unfortunately, the Claydol comes prepared. It fires off another Earth Power, ancient energy shooting up into Luxio in the sky. It can't take another supereffective hit and goes down. As Iono recalls it, Taliya recalls her damaged Olympia early and sends out Welcome the Lampent to Iono's Mismagius. "Hah! You're doing great so far. Let's see if you can handle the pride of the Paldea region and my ace!"

Iono presses the button on her Tera Orb and holds it up, flinching as strong wings and light flow into the device at an astounding rate. Taliya sees her Orb glow red and mimics the gesture, almost dropping it. "Ooh, you're doing it, too? Ok, newbie. Throw the orb onto your Pokémon and Terastalize! Let's end this!"

Taliya nods as both trainers throw their Orbs onto their Pokémon. Crystal formations engulf both of them before shattering, Welcome now a Fire-type and Iono's Mismagius now an... Electric-type? Taliya looks at it with equal awe and confusion before snapping out of it. "That's amazing! I... This is... Whoah..."

She quickly commands Welcome to use Confuse Ray on the Mismagius, as flashing lights fly from the Lampent to its opponent. They fly in dizzying patterns, and the Mismagius becomes confused. It fires off a Charge Beam anyways, a surge of lightning exploding into a million glimmering sparks as it hits Welcome. Welcome strikes back with Burning Jealousy, crying out in rage as flames erupt from it. When they hit their target, they burst into glowing cinders, doing heavy damage and burning the Electric-type Mismagius. It fires off another Charge Beam, bigger and badder now, but misses out of confusion, excess electricity shocking it and dealing a bit of damage to itself. Welcome needs no command to use Burning Jealousy again, and suddenly, the battle is over.

"Well done, well DONE, Spiky! You did it! You really did it! And you say you've NEVER Terastalized before?"

"Uhh... no! Oh my gosh, we did it! We did it! Thanks so much for the battle!"

"Thank YOU! Y'know what? Keep the Orb. I've got more! I mean, uhh... I CAN get more, heh-heh...

Alright, let's wrap it up! Your eyeballs are MINE—caught in my Electroweb! Whosawhatsit? Iono...signing off!"

A chibi Iono waving goodbye replaces the scene, and the VOD ends.]

[gretavanlace]

Sugar (part 19)

Minors do not interact!

Warnings: angst, aggression, crying, anger, idek- I’m upset, don’t talk to me xoxo

Ok, so this fic is my baby, and you all have embraced it with such loving beauty, but everything must find its end. This is where we meet ours.....

You’re sitting beside Sammy, clinging to your now empty mug like a buoy in a squall when the timer on your phone sounds off.

“Timer.” Sam informs you needlessly as he reaches forward to silence it. “What do you think? Should you go take a look?”

Fear the likes of which you have never felt swells up inside you, and once again, the tears are spilling. “I can’t do it, Sam. Can you…can you just…please?”

“Yeah,” he stands quickly with a resigned nod. “Yeah, of course. Just don’t…you know, don’t shoot the messenger.”

“Don’t say that!” You hiss, reaching out to yank at the hem of his shirt frantically. “You’ll jinx things.”

He holds his hands up, though you know him well enough to know he likely thinks you’re being ridiculous, “Sorry, sorry…I take it back. Hey,”

Leaning in, he takes your face in his gentle grasp, “I need you to take a couple deep breaths with me first, okay? Can we do that?”

You breathe together for a moment, guided by his leading, calming, inhales and exhales.

Finally, he seems satisfied, “Good job. Okay…here we go.”

He lopes off into the bathroom, trying to feign calm, but you can see the tremor in his hand when he runs it through his hair.

It softens you; the way he worries for you and his brothers. The way he takes care of those his loves at any angle he can find. So much like Josh. Sammy will find the smallest in, the tiniest crack, and squeeze himself inside it to care for you there. If your walls are up, you might as well let them crash to the ground, because Samuel is going to find a way to sneak over ‘em eventually.

“Alright,” his voice snaps you out of your head. He sounds calm now, though you know it’s all for your sake. “Two lines mean what now?”

Stress level at a fever pitch, you fumble around with the instruction pamphlet that accompanied the test. Two lines, two lines, two lines, you think while scanning over the instructions.

“Oh no,” your voice catches painfully in your throat as it tightens in on itself. “Oh no, oh no, oh no, no no no no…”

As you fold into a ball, legs tucked into your chest against the couch, fighting the inevitable panic attack that is scrambling its way mercilessly into your brain, Sammy reappears.

“One line!” He calls out loudly, waving the stick - now wrapped in toilet paper - around. “There’s only one line! Fuck, I’m so stupid…I’m sorry. I was just messing with you and…shit, I don’t know why I did that.”

“What?” Your vibrating hands fly to the sides of your face, desperately trying to hold yourself together.

“I was trying to...” He looks panicked and anguished. “I don’t know! I’m sorry…but one line. Look, one! See?”

“You’re a fucking idiot.” You croak, still unable to catch your breath.

“I know,” he nods fervently, sinking down onto the couch beside you. “I know. I’m so sorry…but see?”

You stare down at the test and the obvious lack of a second pink line. “One line is negative…” the observation comes out clipped and rushed, like you still can’t fathom it to be the truth, and speaking it aloud will make it so.

“I know.” He sounds ashamed of himself. “M’sorry, doll, really. It was poor timing. You know I can’t read a room.”

“One line.” You repeat, pulling yourself up shakily. “One line.”

“Right.” His palms cover your trembling hands. “One line. And Sam is an idiot.”

“Sam is an idiot.” You parrot back, thoughts still reeling.

“I’ll write a song about it and make Josh sing it at every show just for you.” He teases, trying to wiggle his way back into your good graces. “Oh, I once knew a dick named Sam. He was a dick. Insert guitar solo.”

A soft, sad laugh sighs out of you. “It doesn’t even rhyme.”

“He’ll still like it better than Highway Tune, I bet.”

“Oh, thank god…” the realization finally hits you, as relieved tears prick at your eyes. “I can’t even…” a burst of laughter dances out of your lungs “I’m so…”

You want to say ‘happy’, you think…but it feels wrong; not quite right, for there is an aching sadness there too. You know it in your bones - this changes nothing.

“What is it?” Sam searches your face, prodding you along so gently you almost don’t even notice.

“I can’t do this with them.” You confess with a sob that shakes your shoulders and your soul. “I can’t choose.”

He pulls you in, comforting you like the big brother he has never been, and allows you to cry for a while. And judging by the occasional shudder that rattles his chest, maybe he even cries a little with you.

Finally, he breaks through the foggy sorrow in your head with a painful truth. “By not choosing, you’re forcing Josh to choose for you. Which means Jake. Do you think maybe that’s what you want?”

A thousand memories flicker through your head; a silent film reel of Josh. His eyes, glittering with love and innate openness. His smile, flashing at you, over and over, until your chest aches, his little giggle - the one that only peeks out when he’s feeling soft and relaxed - the way he smells, the softness of his skin, so warm and seemingly constantly sun kissed. His brow, furrowed in concentration, tip of his tongue darted out like a child’s. The way he loves you. The way you love him. It all rises up inside you like a wave…

…and you know.

“No. It’s not what I want.” You pull yourself back so your eyes can find his. “How could that ever be what I want? I can’t have one without the other.”

“But Jake will—“

“Jake will what?” You cut him off angrily. It’s a sudden fever, but it feels like it’s been bubbling just beneath the surface all night. “Is he going to just fall apart and die without me? What about what’s being asked of me?”

Now you’re on your feet, fists balled at your sides. Now you know why Jake threw that damn bowl at the wall, because you long for one of your own to smash. “I never asked for any of this, you know. Did you know that? Jake just showed up in my room one night. I could’ve said no, but they knew I wouldn’t. They fucking knew! They had this whole twin bullshit discussion about it…never even involved me. Now Josh tells me he did it for Jake? Like I still don’t matter.”

“Alright,” Sam rises, hands splayed out like you’re a feral child he’s slightly terrified of. “Just relax a little, we’ll figure this out.”

“No!” You stomp. Maybe you are a feral child, after all. “I won’t relax! I’m fucking angry! They did this…and now I want them both. Now I need them both…but once again, they’re deciding for me. They’re deciding that things have to change. Well the answer is no! I’m deciding this time!”

His hands find yours and grip them firmly, grounding you for a moment. “Okay…okay. You’re deciding. So what’s it gonna be?”

You’re silent for so long Sam is considering asking you all over again, when at last your answer comes whispering out of you. “I’m going to go.”

He bends at the knees, ducking his head in order to catch your eye. “What?”

“I can’t have one without the other, Sammy.” The confession breaks an unseen dam inside you, sending sobs ripping out of your chest. “I’m going to leave.”

“You can’t just leave.” He shakes his head, sounding very near tears as well.

“You don’t get to tell me anything…” you snap, and then immediately feel guilty. He is but an innocent bystander who has been dragged, kicking and screaming, into this mess.

“I know, but…fuck, it’ll kill them. Please…”

“I don’t need another fucking sermon about how much they love me, because fuck them! If they loved me so much, maybe they’d think a little more about my fucking feelings!”

Once again, you’re wishing for that bowl to hurl. Instead, your furious gaze lands on the empty tea cups resting forgotten on the coffee table. Without rational thought, you grab the closest one up and send it flying at the wall. It explodes into shards with your wailed “It isn’t fucking fair!” its soundtrack.

In solidarity, Sam snatches the other cup and careens it into the wall with a growled “Fuck my stupid brothers.”

Panting, you hang your head and nod. “Fuck your stupid brothers.”

You both catch your breath in silence until he breaks it. “You can’t just leave. I’m calling Daniel.”

“So call him. Call a hundred Daniels. I don’t care.” You’re being cruel, but you can’t seem to rein it in.

He ignores your antics and grabs up his phone. After a moment of quiet, he warns, “She’s going to leave.” in lieu of hello. “Come talk to—“ he pauses and pulls the phone away from his ear to frown down at it. “Yeah, just hang up on me. That’s cool.”

It confuses you, but only for a few solemn minutes and then comes the knocking at the door. You’d know his stupid, cool-guy knock anywhere, even if it does sound frantic right now.

“You asshole…” you hiss at Sam, eyes narrowed in fury.

“Misplaced anger, doll.” He kisses your forehead and then heads for the door, even as you beg him not to answer it.

Sammy swings the door open and then slips out into the hall as his brother steps in.

The door swishes closed, leaving you to stare at each other. He looks disheveled and hungry, like he wants to rush the room and grab you urgently.

Watching him watch you, the rage drains from your veins, only to be replaced with a physically agonizing sadness.

“So, you’re just gonna leave?” He asks, tears shaking his words. “Just like that? No goodbye? No explanation? No fuck you? Nothing?”

“Jake…” Speaking his name makes you feel weak. Helpless.

Somehow, you find your resolve and straighten your spine, even as he seems to grow smaller before you.

You watch in embarrassment as his eyes take in the broken china. “What happened here?”

“I got angry.” Your voice is meek as you offer a small shrug. He nods his understanding, and the silence is overwhelming between the two of you for an exaggerated moment.

“Please don’t do this, sugar…” His voice is a shell of itself as he moves to close the space between you.

You step back, widening the distance, and watch as he winces at the unfamiliar response.

“Stop.” It’s a plea, not a demand…but your body comes to a standstill all the same.

“Jake.” You repeat, like his name is the only word you know, a whisper this time.

“Baby, please…” he steps forward and pulls you into his arms, folding you into his embrace with a long inhale into his lungs, his nose buried in your hair.

You nuzzle right back against him, but in a breath, scrabble for strength. You find it with a shake of your head, moving to break away.

He only holds you tighter and stumbles to lean against the wall, as if he can’t manage his own body weight, pulling you along with him. “No.” He begs, low and mournful, hitching the word into several syllables. “Sugar, no. I take it back. I take it all back. Just stay. Okay? Stay. Everything’s fine.”

“Don’t lie to me.” You quiver out “This is bad enough without the lies.”

“I don’t care.” He sounds urgent. Despondent. Nearly manic. “I’ll share. I’ll be your moon. Love him best…just don’t fucking leave me, baby. Don’t go.”

You push out of his arms, panting with the unbridled anger that is suddenly surging through you. He looks taken aback, but wisely gives you a bit of space.

“Just a few hours ago you made me speak truths that I never wanted spoken. Ever. You made sure he heard them. You were forcing me into a choice.” You bite harshly. “You said you’d leave if I chose him. So what, you can only live without me if you’re the one doing the leaving?”

“No-“ he reaches out for you, brow furrowed, tears obscuring his beautiful eyes. You swat him away despite longing to pull him in. “I didn’t mean it, okay? I didn’t fucking mean any of it. Just, please sugar, please….”

“How can you say you didn’t mean it?” You want to grab him, shake him around until he sees. You also want to beg him to turn back time. To make this all go away. “How could you do that? It isn’t even about me. How could you do that to him?”

“I…” he at least has the sense to look ashamed. “I don’t know. I just needed to hear you say it so badly. I was fucking crazy with the need to come first for you. I was losing it. I shouldn’t have…” new tears spring to life, streaking down his flushed cheeks.

“It’s a little late to grow a heart now, don’t you think, Jake?” You spit mercilessly.

“You think I don’t have a heart?” He snaps back. “That’s rich, considering you fucking own it entirely.” As soon as the words leave his lips, he’s shaking his head. “I don’t want to yell at each other…I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Jake…” he can hear the finality in your tone and it sends him into a panic.

“Sugar, please baby, please!” Again, his hands are grabbing for you while you smack at them. “Stop it! Just let me hold you... I don’t care what I have to settle for if it means you’ll stay.”

It’s like a dull, rusty knife through your broken soul. The word guts you. Levels you. You pray for the earth to open beneath your feet to swallow you right up into nothing, so you don’t have to feel anything, anymore. “Settle? Is that what this has been? You and I? Settling?”

You see the lie in his eyes before he has the chance to speak it. “Jake?”

His truthful answer comes quietly, but it blasts into your existence as though he has screamed it over and over. “Yes. I don’t want this with you. I don’t want you to love him.”

It happens before you have a chance to comprehend that your hand is even moving…and once your palm lands against his cheek with a sickening crack, you feel ill. Strawberry ice cream rising in your throat like bile as you shake and stare at him in shock.

You loathe yourself for it…but how could he say that? How could he deny his twin love? His brother, who so selflessly chose Jake’s happiness over his own such a short time ago. Who wept and worried that he felt alone in the dark.

He drops his face to the floor, staring at his feet, shoulders bouncing subtly with tears. “I deserved that.”

“No.” Finally, you step forward, cupping his reddened cheek. “No, you didn’t…and I’m so sorry. I’m just so fucking angry with you both, and fuck, I just love you so much.”

His eyes lift to yours, “Please say you mean me.”

“I do.” You nod. “But I mean him, too, Jake. I’m always going to mean him, too.”

He chooses to ignore it, closing his eyes against the truth of it, like he can will it away. Instead, his hand finds your stomach tenderly. Cupping over it as if you are no longer the only precious thing to him.

His eyes, full of grief - and also hope, lift to yours. He looks so desperate, for whatever outcome he has romanticized, that you have to steal yourself to be truthful with him. “No,” you whisper with a soft shake of your head. “I’m not.”

“Oh.” His tone is empty, and yet laden with emotion all at once, hand still tracing slow circles as though willing it to be true.

“How could you have wanted that?” You whisper, confused and aching with sadness…he just looks so beaten down. “We wouldn’t have known - “

He doesn’t allow you to finish your thought. “I wouldn’t have cared.”

“Jake…” it shivers out of you on fresh tears.

“Please, sugar.” He begs, so hushed you almost don’t hear him, though he’s pressed against you. “You’re gonna stay, right baby? You’re gonna stay and everything is going to be fine. Say it.”

It would feel so nice to lie. It would feel even nicer for it to be the truth.

You’re searching for a way to make him see, when a soft rap on the door interrupts your distress. “Oh, Jake…” you admonish, stroking through his tangled hair. “You didn’t.”

He knows just as well as you do. Probably knew even before the knock sounded through the room. “I didn’t, pretty girl. I swear...but it’s him.”

He’s right. Somehow, Josh has always known when someone he loves needs him. With both Jake and yourself pouring such desperate energy into the universe, you’re amazed he hasn’t broken down the door.

“I can’t.” You implore, searching his eyes.

“And I won’t.” There’s an edge to his voice you’ve never heard before. He sounds clipped and vengeful…Josh has intruded, in his eyes.

“Jake…” there is a needy hint there, and you hate it.

“No.” He is resolved and unmoving.

The knock comes again, louder this time.

Pulling away from Jake proves to be a feat, he clings to you and begs you to stay beside him, in this generic hotel room. You think he might like to stay here alone together forever…like hiding could make everything go away.

“Hey, mama.” He and his twin sound startlingly alike when they’re grappling with something as morose as this.

“Hey.” You lean against the door, lost in his tired eyes.

“You gonna let me in, or is this where we walk away?” He’s pushing his way inside before you can reply…he knows the answer.

“You.” He snaps his fingers at Jake and points at the bed. “Sit.”

“Fuck you.” Jake hisses back, like a vulgar child.

Josh remains unaffected as he sinks into a chair, head in hand. “Poetic as ever, brother. Now, sit.”

To your bewilderment, Jake slinks over to the edge of the bed and sits.

Josh’s face, with an expression you’ve never seen, turns to you “Talk to us, love.”

“There’s nothing to say.” You fidget on your feet and fight tears.

Lie down with me… you want to weep. Just let’s lie here together. Just hold me. I don’t want this to be real.

“You owe us more than that.” Josh sounds gentle, but stoic. His mind is set…and he’s right.

“I won’t be the bullet.” It blurts out of you. Inept and inarticulate.

“Baby, you’re not…”

Josh ends Jake’s sentence with a hand held up, eyes trained on you. “And what does that mean, sweet girl? Won’t be the bullet? What’s that mean?”

You lose your resolve. You want to stand tall and strong, but fold down to the floor anyway. “Sammy said-“

“Sam’s a fucking idiot!” Jake interjects, sounding beyond furious, as though poor Sammy caused this all. “Why would you ever-“

“Sam said what, love?” Josh secrets into the room, crawling over to take your hand. “Jake..” he motions him over. “C’mere closer to her.”

Jake moves without a blink of hesitation and suddenly, you’re surrounded with them. And maybe this is it, so you sit in silence for a while…memorizing the two of them, memorizing your world before you walk away from it. “Sam said you would step in front of a bullet for Jake. I know that’s what you’re doing. I won’t be the bullet. It’ll ruin you two…and I can’t live with that.”

“You think this won’t ruin us?” Jake’s shaking hands are clutching at your cheeks. “Losing you? Do you think I could ever look at him without seeing you? Or him at me? You’re fucking crazy, sugar...I need you baby.” He catches his mistake, and instantly tries to rectify. “We need you.”

“No.” You shake his words away. “Eventually, you’ll be okay. But not if I’m here. Not if I choose. If I choose, I’m poison to this…” your palms find both of their heartbeats. “This unimaginable bond…I can’t do it. I won’t.”

“Sugar,” Jake raises his voice a clip, hardens it. “I swear to god if you leave, I’ll leave too. I’ll never so much as speak his fucking name again. You’ll ruin us by leaving us.”

So much like his other half, Josh gently brings his fingers to your stomach, caressing tenderly in question.

You shake your head and wish you could unsee the sorrow in his eyes. They had both wanted it to be true?

“Do you know how much I love you?” Josh whispers, nose ghosting along your temple. “When I said I did it for him…it came out wrong. It’s just…when he needs something, I need him to have it. He needs you.”

“He’ll always see it.” Your hand finds Josh’s face. You lose yourself in the softness of it for the last time. “He’ll always see that I love you, too. And you’ll always love me, right?”

“Right, mama.” Tears have choked him into near silence.

“And he’ll always see that. So, now you know this doesn’t work.”

“I don’t care.” Jake sounds like he could break apart. “I don’t care anymore. Stay. Just stay. Stay, sugar…stay stay stay…”

“Jake..” Josh leans away from you, in closer to his brother, hands gripping his shoulders ferociously. “Don’t do this to her. We’ve done enough.”

In a flurry of limbs and curses, Josh finally wins, with Jake sobbing in his arms as his brother whispers in his ear.

If he were speaking louder, you’d hear him reminding Jake of how much he loves you, how he’d do anything for you. How this…letting you go…is how he can love you hardest, because you couldn’t stand to watch them fall apart because of you. You would hear Josh beg him to just let you walk out so neither of them could break your heart into smaller pieces than they already have…and you’d hear Josh telling him how much he loves him as well, and you’d know that Jake was nodding that he loves him too, through devastation he can’t bear.

Instead, you turn away and stumble down the hall through your tears, aching for just a single deep breath, as you leave them to each other...

...as it should be.

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[princessfanonanona]

A video on youtube entitled: A Fenton's Uncovering of Phantom

Danny stands in front of a cemetary holding a strange white box-ball-thing facing the camera. "So here we are in the cemetery, and we're going to be using this funky thing my parents built to try and locate phantoms grave."

-insert several scenes of Danny tripping over nothing, running around ahead of the camera, Sam holding the white thingamajig while Danny is in a hole at her feet, and Danny walking head first into things-

Danny walks backwards ahead of the camera, the doodad in his hands beeping ominously, "alright its been an hour-"

Sam, offscreen, "2 hours."

"It's been two hours since we got here so it's pushing the fabled witching hour," Dannt continues.

Off screen, Tucker is making a bad impression of a ghost, "OooooOOooOoOOooo spooOOooOky~"

Danny rolls his eyes, "What that means is that all the spooks come out."

-Scooby-Doo movie soundtrack plays in the background, chorus repeating 'the freaks come out, the freaks come out'-

"Get to the point," Sam says.

Danny holds up the contraption with excitement. "This thing is finally working!"

"Yay," Sam and Tucker say monotone.

"Let's see where it leads us," Danny turns and promptly trips over a headstone.

2 minutes of video of Danny tracking in circles around the cemetery pass. They stop in front of a small grave out of the way of everything.

"Is this it?" Tucker asks, sounding louder than before.

Sam moves into frame to rub the face of the headstone. "I can make out half a name?" she says.

Danny also stares at the stone, "It's dated 1894...or is that a 7?"

Tucker giggles, camera shaking.

Sam, turning and exposing the Headstone to the camera.

"What?" she half snaps.

"That's Abigail Flints grave! Phantom was a girl!" Tucker practically crows.

Sam and Danny look at eachother

"I guess dying is the best hormone treatment you can get," Danny shrugs.

"Good for him," Sam says holding a cupcake.

---

A video on youtube entitled: A Fenton's Uncovering of Phantom Take 2

Danny bounces into frame wearing an oversized trench coat, top hat, and what's obviously a napkin stuffed into the neck of his nasa shirt. He is holding a tiny pink magnifying glass.

"Well howdy-doody-there-" he smiles bright.

Tucker and Sam off screen, moaning in despair, "Oh Ancients."

"-so my last video got real popular and a lot of arguments have started up about whether or not Phantom was once Abigail."

"Danny!" Sam says off screen, "you can't just live-name a ghost!"

"Factz!" Danny finger guns to her. He turns back to the camera, "Ghosts have a very strict rule about live-naming them. So, in today's video, we're going to prove Phantom was [dolphin noises]."

Danny turns dramatically so the coat flutters.

"We're going to do research!"

The screen rolls with the batman theme song.

Danny stands in front of a library table with what appears to be the biggest, dustiest tomb of a book in the world. He peers at the fine print with the pink magnifying glass held to his face.

"Danny, we're recording," Tucker hisses.

"Yeah yeah, I know, but this is fascinating!" Danny doesn't look up, instead gently turning a page. A cloud of dust pools on the table.

"Want to tell the audience what your doing?" Sam asks.

Danny looks up, "Oh yeah, so this is a book that a friend of mine lent."

He turns back to the book, "Did you know the Lunch Lady was actually [internet dial-up tone]?"

"What was that?" Tucker asks.

"The lunch lady, the ghost who-"

"We know who the Lunch Lady is, Danny."

"Oh well she was [glass breaking]."

"How are you doing that?"

Danny looks up confused, "Doing what?"

"That thing with your mouth! You're not making human noises!" Tucker half shouts.

"But I'm just reading...Oh!" Danny hefts the book up to show the inside print to the camera. "Can you read this?"

"I can," Sam says.

"I can't," Tucker answers, the camera shifts, frame drifting to the side and down. "Now I can, dude what?"

"It's spelled!" Danny says, glee in his voice. "To keep people from using it wrongly."

"Oh!" Sam exclaims, moving into frame and looking through a few pages. "The Box Ghost was once known as [cat yowls]."

She blinks.

"Trippy."

"What does it say about Phantom?" Tucker asks.

They flip back and forth before settling on a page with a blurred painting, and a long description that glitches through various hieroglyphs and runes.

"Well that's impressive, I like the [monkey call]," Sam says.

"Shut up, you think anyone [rain and storm noises] is hot." Danny elbows her.

"It's a fact and you should admit it."

"And his human name?" Tucker presses.

"It's [snapping bubble wrap]."

"What, it clearly says [wombat scream]," Sam points at a blob of ink.

"No it says, [dog barks]."

"[Bird song]."

"[Wood breaking]."

"Ancients," Tucker cuts in, "It clearly reads as [wolf howl]."

"What is that racket going on over here?!" The librarian shrieks coming around the corner.

The video cuts off in a blur of motion and scrambling.

---

A video on youtube entitled: A Fenton's Uncovering of Phantom Take 3

Danny sits at a table with Tucker. A ouiji board in barbie pink sits between them.

"Hello and welcome to part three of my uncovering the identity of Phantom!" Danny waves at the camera.

"I'm still-" Tucker cuts off, pulling his shin up. "Ow!"

"We figured we'd try doing a Q and A this time," Danny continues. "Except no one knows how to summon him or contact him outside a ghost fight. And then we remembered Tucker's mom had an old ouiji board from college-

"Thanks Mrs. Foley," Sam joins Danny in saying.

Tucker crosses his arms and slumps in his chair.

"I think having an older board will mean it will work better," Danny continues.

"Solid logic," Sam agrees.

"C'mon Tucker," Danny puts his hands on the little pink stone.

"Ugh," he jabs a finger at the camera, "I want it on record that I opposed this whole thing."

"Sam isn't joining me because she's allergic to pink," Danny adds.

"Such a shame," Sam says in monotone.

Tucker makes a noise that's a cross between a laugh and a cough.

He places his hands on the pink stone.

Nothing happens.

A solid two minutes pass where nothing happens.

"Are we supposed to...I dunno, ask for a visitation?" Tucker asks.

"That's asking for trouble," Sam says.

"Well if we made a blind call for any spirit, we might just end up with Skulker or Desiree," Danny says.

"Maybe we should ask for Phantom?" Tucker asks.

"Oh, great and powerful Phantom, please hear our plea and answer our call." Danny shouts at the ceiling.

Tucker drops his head into his bicep, shoulders shaking. The camera wobbles as half wheezes is heard from Sam.

"Please, Phantom," Danny continues.

The board gains a very faint green glow.

"We beseech you to grace us with your presence."

The glow gets brighter.

"We desire to ask you a few questions."

The glow condenses on the pink stone, shining bright ectoplasmic green.

"We-"

The stone jerks across the board pulling Tucker and Danny.

"Oh my fucking-"

"Y!" Danny shouts as the stone jerks again.

"O!"

"U-"

"You?" Tucker chimes in.

"R"

"Your?"

"A"

"You're a?"

"L"

"You're al- you're all?"

"D"

"W"

"E"

"You're all dweh?"

The stone wiggles but stays on the letter.

"Another E?" Danny frowns.

It jerks across the board.

"B?"

"You're all dweeb-" the tile slides to S.

"Hey we're not dweebs!" Tucker exclaims.

A white haired head with green eyes pops up through the table.

"Yes you are," she says.

Tucker yelps, falling out of his chair as Danny breaks into giggles.

Dani floats up out of the table to hover over it. "What are you even doing?"

"Trying to summon Phantom." Sam answers.

"Oh," she blinks, looking at the camera. She makes a little bow, "Phantom at your service."

"But you're a girl!"

"Duh," she rolls her eyes, "I'm Dani with an I, Phantom's sister."

"Oh good, here I thought [dolphin noises] had another gender change," Danny says. "You're smaller though."

"Those sound like fightin' words," she smiles, hands taking on a bright green glow.

"You-"

The video cuts to black.

The video resumes with Danny, Dani and Tucker sitting on the couch. Danny holds a very blue snowball to his face. Dani is wrapped in a towel and very obviously cold and wet. Tucker's hat is sideways and glasses crooked. He looks very lost and confused.

Danny and Dani point at each other.

"He/She started it!" They exclaim in unison.

"Okay, okay," Sam says trying to gain some order. "Ms Phantom-"

"Call me Dani," she says immediately.

"I'm Danny," Danny says.

"So?" She asks.

"I'm older than you, pick a different name," he says.

"You are so not," she exclaims.

"I know on good faith that you're not even 11 months old."

"That means you're old!" She crows.

"Beats being a baby."

"Hows your back, old man? Did you forget your cane?"

"Sam, it looks like the baby needs a nap," Danny turns to the camera. He puts a hand to the side of his face to stage whisper, "She's getting cranky."

Dani lunges at him knocking them both of frame.

"Can we be done now?" Tucker asks.

"Yeah, I think we're done here," Sam agrees.

[chubbybuckydumpling]

Of Riches and Rings

words: 2.9k

pairing: Helmut Zemo x female reader

warnings: smut, fluffy smut, voyeurism, masturbation (m/f), oral (m/f receiving), blowjob, 69, choking, squirting, unprotected sex, porn without plot

A/n: As a celebration for reaching 500 followers, please enjoy this filthy Zemo smut :) Let’s hope the next episode still makes him likeable! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The clock is ticking with every passing second. Tik tok. Tik tok. His fingers tap on the crystal glass of expensive bourbon. The plushy armchair gives into his weight, forming nicely around his back. He checks his jeweled watch. It’s been 10 minutes. You’re taking too long. Tik tok. Tik tok.

He turns his head to gaze around the room, searching for a distraction, but he can’t get you off his mind. Inevitably, his gaze falls to his hand where an elegant ring dresses his finger. A soft smile plays on his lips, but it makes him yearn for your presence even more. Taking a deep breath, his eyes drift back to the clock on the wall. Tik tok. The seconds are passing. Tik tok. His patience is wearing thin, this is not what he had planned. An annoyed growl escapes his lips which surprises him. His self control is definitely slipping. Tik tok. Another minute gone by. Tik tok, tik tok.

“Alright, enough”, he grumbles, getting out of his chair. His tight black slacks cling to his legs, the dress shoes rounding out the look. He places his glass on the nearest shelf, the sound of his heels swallowed by the carpet. The dimly lit hallway carries him from door to door until he closes in on the bathroom. It has a kitschy postcard attached to it.

He can’t help but scoff, “Wash away your troubles? Really?” Reaching up, he is about to rip it off when he hears a sound. A low moan, to be particular. He stills completely, doubtful of what he heard just seconds ago. Just when he’s about to write it off as some weird hallucination, it happens again. His eyebrows raise, a smirk working its way on his lips.

Oh.

This is going to be fun. Carefully, he reaches out to turn the door knob until he can safely open it, just a gap, of course. He chuckles to himself, of course you didn’t lock it, little minx. Turning to peek in, he has to bite his lip to stop a groan. There you were, propped on the bathroom counter, panties discarded by your feet, fingers plunging into your pussy.

The squelching sounds mixed with your soft moans and frustrated whimpers makes his trousers tighten. He feels himself twitch, the sight of you, head thrown back in pleasure and eyes shut tightly. The amount of want that floods through his body makes him undo his fly, the tight material only falling down a little.

One of his hands wanders down his dark turtleneck and he reaches into his grey briefs to take out his half hard cock. He licks the thumb of his free hand, working his tongue around it to get it nice and wet. Once he is content with his work, he pulls down his foreskin and presses the shiny digit against the head, circling his slit. His hips thrust forwards and he has to grab onto the door frame. Shit.

He feels his cock fatten up, twitching in his hand while he slowly fists himself. His eyes are trained on your fingers, the way your core grabs onto them. He builds up a steady rhythm of squeezing his length and playing with his crown, teasing his sensitive head. It’s hard to quiet his sounds, but he’s used to controlling himself, reducing his urges to achieve his goals.

You, however, feel no need to be quiet. Your fingers don’t reach far enough and frustration, greedy want overcomes your senses. You groan, hips rutting against your palm. The pressure against your clit feels good, but it’s just not enough. Your free hand frees your boobs from the bra cups and you begin to squeeze your nipple, whining at the pleasurable pain.

He speeds up his motions, tightens his grip and lets his body take over. Your breasts are beautiful, the tight nipples hard against the cooler air. He feels his desire overcoming him, carnal want filling his veins. His balls tighten, abdomen contracting irretically. He feels himself twitch in his hand. The silky skin of his hard cock feels nice against his hand and he lets out a growl, little droplets of sweat forming on his forehead. The fabric begins to cling to his back.

“I hope you’re not planning on coming anywhere else but inside me”, your voice sounds strained, eyes trained on his thick length. The delicious view makes you lick your lip. He just grins, not surprised by your actions at all, “Wasn’t planning on it, sweet girl”, he replies, a soft smile on his lips. He collects all of his self control to tuck himself back, before he fully opens the door, moving closer to you.

He closes in on you, arms placed on the counter on either side of you. You pull out your drenched fingers to pull him closer, but he is faster, catching your wrist before you could touch him. Smirking, he draws your hand closer and envelops your coated digits with his mouth. He moans at your taste, tongue licking of every bit of your wetness.

You whimper, the sensation around your fingers with the knowledge of what exactly he is licking off makes your belly tighten. His gaze is still trained on you as he slowly pops your fingers out. His chest is heaving with his deep breath. He looks amazing, delicious even. You can't stop yourself for any longer and dash forward to press your lips against his.

The kiss is hungry, greedy. Your desire mixes with his while your tongues dance together. He licks into you, one hand coming up to clutch the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. A deep growl vibrates in his chest, everything about you is just so good. Your taste, the way your scent seeps into his nose, the feel of your tongue against his.

A feeling of desperation seeps into your body and you let your hands wander to the hem of his shirt. You let yourself explore his upper body, feeling his soft skin against your hands, all while he dominates your mouth. When the oxygen runs low, you part, immediately pulling the dark turtleneck over his head. He helps you remove it and chucks the expensive article behind him.

Instantly, his swollen lips are back against yours, more sensitive this time. He bites into your lower lip, dragging it a little before he lets it snap back. Aroused, he allows his hands to grip your waist with one hand while the other strokes over you, caressing your skin until he finds your breasts. He manages to rid you of your bra, your boobs falling free of the constricting material.

“You are so beautiful, mein Engel”, he whispers. You’re completely exposed in front of him while he is still half covered, what you desire most remaining hidden. Warmth rises to your cheeks, yet you don’t feel embarrassed. He’s shown you time and time again how much he desires you.

“What took you so long?”, the question falls from your lip and you can’t help but smirk mischievously at him. He pulls back a little, eyebrows raised, yet he can’t hide the smile on his lips. Not in front of you, “Well, Mrs. Zemo, I wasn’t expecting your toilet break to turn into this”, he gestures to your lower body, “Not that I’m complaining”

You giggle, grabbing his neck to pull him in for another kiss. He feels so good against you, his tight chest against your own breasts. His warmth seeps into you, blanketing you into a calming sense of comfort. He lets his arms surround you, pulling your body closer to his, directly onto his huge bulge. You gasp into his mouth, a strong tingling sensation running through your core. He groans at the pressure, pushing you right on him again.

“Fuck, Helmut”, you whimper, burying your head into his neck, “Please, I need you” He tightens his grip, growling at your words, “Then hold tight. Can’t just fuck my most precious on a sink now can I Engel”

He picks you up, holding you close. His arms strain a little, but you know he would never drop you. Navigating through the hallway he quickly moves towards your bedroom, opening the door with ease. His display of strength makes you clench and your want for him surges even higher. He lays you down on the king sized better, leaving you with a kiss to your nose.

“Beautiful”, he mumbles after taking a step back to observe you. With quick and precise motions, he strips himself of the rest of his clothing. His fully erect cock jumps up to stand tall and proud. You lick your lips with desire, the sight of your husband just always so arousing. Before you can mention how attractive he is, he drops down to his knees, hands parting your thighs.

“Look at you, so wet for me”, he drawls, eyes switching from focusing on your pussy to searching your face. Slowly, he lowers himself, his hot breath fanning against your exposed core. “You look so delicious”, he groans before he buries himself in your folds. His tongue teases your entrance, pressing against it, but never quite breaching. His nose bumps against your clit, sending a shock of arousal up your spine. You let out a moan when his tongue trails up higher, circling the most sensitive part of yourself.

Suddenly, he begins to suck the bud into his mouth and you gasp, back arching. You bury your hands into his soft hair, tugging slightly with need. He continues teasing your hooded bundle of nerves, but adds his fingers back inside you. With delicate motions, he strokes your velvety walls, reaching for your sensitive g-spot. A sudden cool sensation pushes at you and you realise it's his wedding ring. Clenching, you moan his name, needy; greedy. Your pleasure is ascending, the feeling of his flexible tongue with his talented fingers, you begin to shake, thighs trying to clench around his head.

“Fuck, please, I want to suck you off. Need it, please”, you whimper, tears blurring your vision. At your distress, he immediately perks up to check your face for any sign of discomfort. When he can’t find any, he coos, moving up to cradle your face, “Hey, shh, it’s okay, you’re okay”, he whispers, gently petting your hair, “You just want to have your mouth filled, ain’t that right?” You nod, leaning into the warmth of his palm.

He pushes himself further up the bed, laying on his back. His cock looks delicious, pre cum coating the crown. It has a lovely red colour, a beautiful contrast to his pale tummy. Helmut gestures towards his length, smiling at your sweaty face, “Take it then, mein Engel, but let me make you feel good too” His voice sounds strained, his need for friction obvious.

You crawl up to him, eyes trained on his heavy cock. Sniffling, you position your pussy above his face and lean down to take his hard length into your palm. Squeezing and turning your wrist, you tease him, enjoying the soft, veiny feeling of him. He moans and dives back into your pussy, licking and nibbling you so well. His fingers breach your stretched opening once more, his other hand grabbing onto your bum.

He kneads the soft flesh as you feel the ring that makes him yours again. A sudden flame of desire fills you and you envelope his cock with your mouth. Immediately, you press your tongue against the silky underside, your free hand, clad with your own wedding ring, massaging his full balls. He moans against your pussy, twitching inside of your mouth.

Both of you get lost in the pleasure, tongues licking and sucking greedily, fingers playing over your most sensitive parts. He begins to thrust up, his beautiful head hitting against the back of your throat, making you gag around him. He pulls off of you, breathing heavily, “You good?”, he forces out. You nod, pushing your hips back against his mouth. He chuckles, but goes back to work you over, sucking and tickling your hard clit.

You take a deep breath before you lower your mouth back onto him. You focus on inhaling through our nose as you go deeper and deeper until your nose scratches his trimmed pubic hair. He whimpers, moaning as you swallow around him. The vibrations feel so good against your core and you groan, egging him on even further.

His balls tighten, but he pulls you back swiftly, clamping his base tightly, panting heavily.

“Don’t want to cum just yet”, he groans. You whimper, so drawn to him, an overwhelming sexual tension tingling through your body. Electrified, you turn around, getting on your hands and knees, presenting yourself to him. Hearing him moan, you push your ass out even further wiggling slightly. His hands run up to your shoulders, starting at your cheeks, slowly roaming over your skin. His chest presses against you, cock jutting itself between your cheeks, balls against your wet entrance.

His hands run down your arms and he kisses at your neck, working his way to your pulse point where he begins to suck and nibble. You draw in a shaky breath, goosebumps rising all over your skin. You whimper, once more becoming teary eyed. He lets up bruising your skin, a lovely hickey already starting to form. “I love you, Mrs Zemo”, he whispers against your ear. Smiling softly, you turn your head, “I love you too, Mr Zemo” Your husband grins, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

Drawing back, he teases your slick hole with his wet head, slapping his length over your clit until you’re moaning for him to take you. Finally, he pushes into you, carefully at first, yet slowly bottoming out. Once he’s balls deep inside you, he lets out a loud groan as you feel him twitch. Involuntarily, you clench down on him, the feeling of being filled up just so perfectly satisfying.

He begins to pull out, only to push back in, gradually creating a fulfilling rhythm. His thrusts push against your walls so well, a delicious sensation that makes your eyes roll back into your head. Helmut’s firm hands run down to your breasts, squeezing and toying with them. It feels incredible, being touched and claimed all over.

His hips become faster, thrusts stronger. The sounds of skin slapping together, deep groans and growls as well as your own moans and whimpers fill your room, a beautiful song of pleasure and affection, a sonnet of lovers living out their desire.

He pushes himself up, the rhythm of his hips never faltering. With his weight supported solely by his knees, he pulls you up against his chest, slick bodies pressed against each other. His hand sneaks around your throat, tightening slowly. A shockwave of arousal consumes you when you feel the platinum of his wedding band against your sensitive hickey. “You feel so good around me, taking me so well, such a good wife for me”, he babbles, thrusts becoming more irregular, but harder, more determined.

“I want you to cum on my cock, can you do that, Engel?” You nod once he lets up his hold on your jugular, taking deep breaths. “Need you to say it, need to hear my good little wife” Panting, you gasp, “I will, please please please. I want it so, so bad” Suddenly tears jump into your eyes with desire and love for the man behind you.

Growling, he pushes you down into the mattress, your cheek pressed to the satin sheets. His hips grow even faster, pushing further, filling you up harder. The new angle makes him hit your velvety spot head on every time, pushing you into even higher layers of pleasure, but once he drops his fingers down to your clit, you crumble, desperately sobbing into the bed.

The coil and desire in your lower belly tightens. You begin to clamp around him uncontrollably, your entire body beginning to twitch with the anticipation of your upcoming high. “Shit, I’m gonna cum, ‘m so close, please let me cum”, you beg, convulsing around him. “Let go for me, Engel. Cum on my cock”, he rasps and with a particular hrd thrust, you break, cumming all over his thick length.

Thighs shaking and back arched you let the pleasure take over, all while your husband still fucks into you furiously, tight circles on your clit. With a few last pushes into your tight heat, strong and hard, he spills into you, filling your body up with his white, hot seed. The feeling of being stuffed with his cock, overflowing with the seed of the love of your life and the delicious pressure against your sensitive nub, you feel a new, yet so familiar sensation overflow you.

Screaming his name, your pussy flutters while you gush around his pulsing length, drenching him with a mixture of your and his orgasm. Convulsing one last time, the final gush of cum squirts out of you. Helmut carefully pulls out of you and watches as your core clenches, trying to keep his seed inside you.

Drained and exhausted, you collapse on your side, eyes shut. Your legs twitch with the aftershocks of your orgasm, but you’re too fucked out to notice. Warmth and safety consume you when you feel your husband’s arms wrapped around you, his face against your neck, “I’m so proud of you, Engel. You did so well”, his breathing isn’t quite back to normal, the intensity of his orgasm left him a little drained and floaty as well. “Hmm, thank you”, you mumble, cuddling back into him, “I love you” Your heart flutters when you feel him smile against your skin, “I love you too. So much”

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