#I maintain that this wouldn't have been nearly as long a fight if my brother hadn't tricked me into murdering my mother first

[casspurrjoybell-27]

In a Heartbeat - Chapter 59 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Vince

'Run,' Simon urged, desperation circling in his brown eyes.

It was a look I had seen before, yet with more ferocity that sent a shiver down my spine.

His features hardened as the wolves stalked forward with a menacing growl.

Even at his weakened state, my wolf pulled forward, letting out a warning growl of his own at them approaching our mate.

'Run,' Simon drew out this time, as he lowered his head.

It was like a switch going off, my legs finally able to move now.

I took a couple of steps back before I turned and ran in the opposite direction.

Simon flanked my left side, keeping no more than a few feet away from me as I weaved through the trees, the sounds of the rogues still trailing behind us.

My shoulder ached but it appeared the adrenaline was keeping the pain at bay enough for me to run further.

How Simon had remained unscathed in a forest and overrun pack with feral rogues was a mystery but one I was grateful for.

Still, I didn't want him here, it was too dangerous.

Especially with Michael around, I feared he'd use Simon against me.

That and there was a chance I wouldn't be able to help if we were outnumbered.

Despite being able to shift, I could feel the strain, the way my wolf didn't settle comfortably in this form.

I wasn't strong enough, wasn't even sure how long I could maintain this form for long.

It had been so easy for my brother to pin me down, how could I manage to defend the both of us against a group of feral rogues?

I stumbled occasionally, my legs stiffened as each thunderous step sent a pang of electricity up my leg and settled around my shoulder.

The forest was fairly foreign, my knowledge of it only expanding to only the nearest surrounding lands just outside the border.

Outrunning this many rogues including my brother was impossible, I only hoped Simon had a plan.

'Go left,' he nudged my right flank.

He herded us toward the clearing up ahead, hugging the left side of the tree line.

'We should head to the pack,' I suggested. 'It's safer.

'That's what they'll expect.'

'Then what? We can't outrun or fight them all.'

I chuffed as we headed toward the end of the clearing, brushing past some of the bushes as we weaved through a denser part of the forest.

As I nearly tripped over fallen branches, we pushed on, a couple of stray branches scratched my sides.

My shoulder was still burning but we pushed on, Simon right on my heels.

'Just keep running. I'll think of something.'

As trees started to become more sparsely spaced out, I glanced backward, a couple of the rogues still tailing us.

There was some considerable space between them and us but it still stirred the need to protect him in my wolf.

One stumble or fall and they could easily reach him.

'You should head back to the pack,' I told him. 'They're after me.'

I don't want you to get hurt, is what I wanted to add but the sound of a wolf from our left got closer.

I gritted my teeth, urging my wolf to run faster.

'You can't fight them on your own. I'm not just going to...'

He nudged my side again.

'Quick, right.'

Despite the strain on my shoulder, I jerked to the right, just as the wolf from the left lunged from the bushes.

The sound of the jaws gnashing just a mere few feet from where I had been standing.

In a blur, I turned to find Simon not at my side anymore.

Frantic, I spotted him crouched low, his haunches raised as the fur on his back stood straight up.

He had placed himself between me and the rogue, a warning growl emitted from his throat.

The other wolves stalked towards us as well.

They were feral, well way too gone, probably older judging by the dull and matted coat.

Despite that, their menacing glare and intent to kill was not something to take lightly.

If Simon thought he was capable enough to take care of them all at once, he'd have to be crazy.

I could feel my wolf pacing, raring to be released to attack them, but it was two versus three.

We had to play this smart.

One of the wolves lunged forward but Simon snarled louder.

I stalked forward letting out a growl as well.

'I told you to keep running,' he chided.

'You can't fight them all on your own.'

He snapped his head toward me for a second, before eyeing the rogues again.

'I've dealt with rogues before. I'm more capable than you think.'

We held our ground, until finally one of the rogues lunged forward, and flashed their canines as they rushed towards Simon.

Maybe it had been instincts, the bond or my wolf but I was quick to respond, I jumped in front to grab the assailant's neck, yanked them away from Simon's reach.

The other wolves surged forward, one rushed towards Simon, while the other tackled me from behind.

Still keeping a firm grip on the first wolf, I tried bucking the other wolf off my back as their teeth reached for the back of my neck.

As I squeezed the first rogue's neck tighter until I could feel blood pooling in my mouth, their thrashing slowly subsiding.

I flung the wolf to the side as I tried to get a visual on Simon.

Still, with the other wolf attached to my neck, I spotted Simon, surprisingly holding his own.

The wolf that had lunged him was injured, a nasty wound on their side, their right ear bloody.

They were dancing around each other, growling at each other as Simon remained practically unscathed.

I kept bucking the other wolf off me until finally I preened my head to the side and managed to grip their shoulder.

Clenching down, their hold on my neck loosened as a loud yelp escaped them.

After I adjusted my stance and put less pressure on my injured leg I released my hold and gripped their neck, and incapacitated the wolf just like I had the first.

By the time I got the horrid iron taste out of my mouth and turned to check on Simon, he had already incapacitated the one that had rushed him.

He seemed to be in a trance as he stared at the rogues, his ears still held back.

'You alright? W-was that your first time...'  killing a rogue, I nearly said.

It was like a switch gone off as he turned towards me.

'We need to go. There will be more.'

I blinked, unsure if he really was okay.

He stalked towards me, nudging my side again.

He continued...

'There's a river nearby. If we follow it, there's a cave that should provide us enough shelter until we can get the Betas organized.'

I hummed in agreement as we picked up a pace again.

We ran towards a more sloped part of the forest, where the ground was a bit more uneven but with fewer bushes.

With the river in sight, we slowed down our pace.

The foliage was sparse here, which meant we had to be careful about being spotted.

'That wasn't my first time,' he finally answered as we broke past the tree line, staring straight ahead as if still in a trance.

'Hurting a wolf like that.'

I came to a stop to look at him, as he weaved through the trees down the slope.

His life as a rogue was still but a mystery to me, it hadn't dawned on me that that was even a possibility.

For rogues, things like this were normal, fighting for survival, no land to call your own, the potential for death at every turn.

What else had he done to just survive?

As we approached the river banks, I struggled to remain standing.

My legs were burning from all the running but it seemed we had lost most of the wolves.

Simon glanced around, seemingly fine from all the running, as he checked the tree lines before looking up at me.

'You think we lost them?' I asked.

'It's only a matter of time before they find us, the snow isn't strong enough to hide our scents.'

'So what? We can't keep running forever.'

Simon looked towards the river pensively, until he snapped his head towards me, his eyes seemed to glisten even despite the darkening snow clouds that loomed over us.

'The snow can't hide our scents,' he stated brightly again but whatever revelation he had, flew over my head.

'What?'

'They're after your scent,' he said as if I would understand and he sighed.

'You said you trusted me, right?'

'Yes.'

He exposed his canines before he warned...

'Sorry about this, it'll heal soon.'

[gottagobuycheese]

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genuinely had no idea why I suddenly had these random eyes in my inbox until I remembered that ask game skdfhskdfhjs let me tell you I was very intimidated at first

Anyways, thank you for indulging me! Honestly expected to start off with a writing snippet but then I remembered I had THIS. This being, of course, a VERY rough, VERY incomplete short-but-multipage comic (or fic, but I never got very far on the fic version) featuring that one Undertale idea where Chara and Gaster both follow you around the Underground and heckle helpfully narrate you through your challenges. I always liked picturing fights as situations in which your vision really does go mostly black and white, and that onlookers have to sit outside some kind of boundary like in a Pokémon battle on an official field if they want to watch.

I don't even remember how many pages it was meant to be but you know what maybe I should just refine these and call it a day

[boop-le-snoot]

marmalade taffy

Helmut Zemo smut & feels. Soft!Dom Zemo, non-superhero!AU, Zemo being the weird uncle of college!Maximoff twins. This was written on a whim so if someone signs up to beta-read, I will shower you with affection and reminders to drink water. The Reader is addressed as "you" and is not described - race/age/body type neutral. The language I used for Sokovian is actually Serbian. Word count 2,8k.

Fun fact: I have mild synesthesia. Emotions/feelings and some people have an assigned color (and sometimes smell) for me. That's how the name of the fic was born. This fic feels like the colors of marmalade and taffy, look them up. This fic is dedicated to my lovely @slothspaghettiwrites , the shining beacon in my misty, rocky beach. (You're a periwinkle for me, by the way. I thought you might ask.)

When you first see him all you do is raise an eyebrow. His sleek, well-maintained vintage car stands out almost grotesquely amongst the various sedans and mom vans on the campus and you can see the glint of his wristwatch even from afar. Wanda's and Pietro's sheepish smirk only makes the situation worse - the girl's attire obviously screams "liberal arts" and her twin brother doesn't seem to have anything better to wear than tracksuits.

The man behind the wheel is unfazed. He is calm and collected in that European way, not conceited, just waiting. For what? You don't know. His eyes trail over you but he doesn't smile, simply gives a tiny polite nod. If you hadn't had extensive conversations about cultural differences with Wanda, you'd say he was extremely rude.

Shy, quiet Wanda, who's eyes lit up seeing her favorite not-actually-uncle. In a surprising dash of energetic agility, she hopped right into the car, her numerous scarves a bright flash of saturation against the campus grayscale. You giggle and wave at the departing car, snorting when Wanda's hand reaches over to briefly honk the horn, causing the driver to swerve the tiniest bit, his eyes trained on you in the rearview mirror.

He comes and goes often. Almost always in a different perfectly restored vintage car, mostly with the same polite mask of bored contentment. You know he's royalty in his home country and can't help but wonder how frivolously the twins act around him - no, free. He gives all the appearance of a silent, strict man.

You're proven wrong rather quickly. Freshman year left behind you, you and Wanda decide to ditch the dorms for an apartment - she finds one rather quickly and it's just you two in it even though it is ridiculously huge and the rent amount she requests is equally ridiculously small. Not the one to look a gift horse in the mouth, you pretend nothing is out of the ordinary and buy yourself a new pair of shoes.

Helmut - Wanda finally formally had introduced you two - doesn't come by often, however the visits are always... Eventful. He's not at all what it seemed to be; in the quiet of your apartment, a witty, incredibly clever man resurfaces from under the stoic façade. The Slav in him easily lets him consume alarming quantities of alcohol together with Pietro, who opted to stay in the dorms with his idiotic football team, and - you couldn't believe your eyes at the time - dorkily dad-dance squat in the middle of your living room, unfazed by your and Wanda's cackling.

The way Helmut is absolutely unbothered by the audience and the laughter, pale face flushed from the wine and a little smirk stretching his thin lips into expression almost catlike. The maroon turtleneck stretches nicely across his chest, as thinly as your lip that you worry between your teeth.

Pietro raises an eyebrow. You shrug.

"Got something in your eye, no?" He teases playfully and you shrug again, taking another swig of your nice, European beer.

There are more gatherings, more parties and quite a few rides in his car, when the wind blows your hair in all directions possible and intermingles it with Wanda's as you giggle and squeal in the back seat. Helmut always indulges you two; the word 'no' simply does not exist in that man's vocabulary. He insists politely but firmly on a dinner with all three of them on your birthday and the gifts he brings make your eyes pop out and your face heat.

"A woman like you makes any sensible man want to shower you with the finest gifts," Helmut's voice is quiet and his accent is thick and somehow, it makes it all that harder to refuse. He smiles like usual - tiny and a little secretive, as he pecks your cheek, filling the air around you with the smell of his cologne. It makes your mouth water and your fingers clench helplessly around the half a dozen of silk paper-wrapped boxes.

The summer rolls in and it's hot and humid and finally you don't have to worry about waking up at the crack of dawn or classes or the annoying boys who can barely take a no for an answer. The invitation to Helmut's villa doesn't come as a surprise; Wanda had been riled up over it since early May and Pietro and his whole damn football team were equally as thrilled.

You pack flowy dresses, daisy dukes and swimsuits. The expensive jewelry and handbag Helmut had gifted you, too, since the villa is surrounded by a whole neighborhood meant solely for the rich and famous. Wanda is absolutely unbothered by her own bohemian chic and you quietly envy her; the longer you get to know her, the more you realise of how much actually she does not give a fuck about anything besides her paintings and sculptures.

It's admirable, really, because she is talented. And Helmut knows it, too, having had collected and kept every single work Wanda had made, showing it off in the various rooms of his two-story mansion. The abstract fits in well and is a great conversation topic for him and his equally important friends. There's an endless stream of them in the first days and Wanda isn't overtly happy, choosing to run away to laze around the pool with you more often than not.

Helmut's friends stop at the glass wall between the inner side of the house and the pool to stare at you two, too, causing something dark and tense flash across his features. There always had been a sort of tangy obscurity in him, you've noticed, but not nearly enough for you to grow concerned. It added the bittersweetness, the flavour and consistency to the modest man.

Although calling him modest might have been a mistake. The moment you can't shake off one of his friends after a polite chit-chat seems to never end, Wanda nowhere in sight, dread and unease digging their sharp, spindly fingers in the soft flesh behind your rib cage, Helmut is suddenly there, arm wrapped almost possessively around your waist.

"Draga mea, Wanda is looking for you. She says it's urgent," He stares the man down with the eyes of a vulture. "I believe we haven't been properly introduced," Helmut seems to not realize he's still clutching you in a grasp of steel as the man opposite you rumbles out his name, few syllables you'd forgotten seconds after he spoke them for the first time.

"Baron Helmut Zemo," the fingers brush and squeeze once, gently, over the valley of your waist before letting go. You miss the rest of their peacocking, walking away with a fight and fire inside of your hammering heart. Anxiety and longing and confusion mix and blend, combining into a cocktail that has you beelining for the bar like a woman parched.

The next day you're sleeping off the hangover, first in your bed and then by the pool - Wanda had run off into town for one thing or another, and knowing her, she'd be back home at the crack of dawn. It was blissful peace, the soothing balm for your troubled heart and your aching head.

"Hungover?" Helmut's voice was quiet and a little bit teasing. None of the Eastern Europeans had ever showed the signs of having any ill effects from the alcohol they drunk, unlike you.

You stretched, too blissed out to care about the skimpy strings and straps of your bikini, basking in the gentle morning sun. "Mmm, not anymore," a swim in the cold pool had done wonders.

Your soft pink float rocked as Helmut's footsteps quieted, giving way to a short splash and the sound of his breathing somewhere in your space. Just as you cracked open your eyes, he reached out a hand to steady himself next to you. "I wanted to apologize for the situation yesterday. That man was stepping out of line. He is not welcome in my home anymore."

You stare at him and then you snort. The blunt was he usually speaks is so easy, it flows oh so effortlessly. No mind games, just honesty. You want to pay him back in kind. "Don't worry, Helmut. I just had a bit too much to drink," that was the truth. Any other time and you wouldn't have hesitated to unapologetically steer clear of any creep. Heat and bubbly don't mix and that was your own mistake.

"No, printsesa," the man in front of you let loose some of the delicious darkness, eyes growing stormy, hand gently resting over yours. "Some men are fools, they are nothing but animals. You deserve to feel safe, especially in my home." His lips stretched into a smile, water dripping down his jaw and making tiny circles form in the azure of the pool.

"I can't argue with that," you replied, catching the stray liquid and following the trails it made with your eyes. His forehead, dripping down over his eyes, making Helmut blink the stray drops away until they landed on his lips, trickling down his chin.

You swallowed, opting to dip your toes into the cool pool water before you could make a fool of yourself. The water splashed towards him, making a mischievous grin grace his usually serious face, as me made a half-hearted attempt to splash back weakly, making the water sizzle on your sun-kissed skin. Never the one to back down from a challenge, you knitted your eyebrows in mock offense, eagerly letting the water wash over you as you abandoned the float in favour of creating waves with your whole body.

The temperature contrast was delicious and Helmut's laugh even more so as it echoed in between the high walls of the building surrounding the pool. The sun was nearly at its peak, shining over your head in a beacon of heat that almost matched the one inside of you, the one that had blossomed there months ago and finally grew into a steady smolder, shooting sparks whenever you were around the baron.

It was hot and wet, the same feeling chasing you two when you finally kissed. His hand firmly planted on the side of your neck, his nose softly brushing against the underside of your jaw, Helmut was in no rush to taste you, to savour every millimeter of your sun-kissed skin. The man left you with your fingertips trembling and heart scrambling for purchase somewhere in the deepest pits of your belly.

"What are you so hungry for, mmm?" Helmut's voice rumbled next to the shell of your ear; you could barely focus, skin singing underwater, where he held onto you like a lifeline. "You have hungry eyes, ljubavi, tell me what it is and I'll give it to you," your bodies pressed flush against each other, his eyelashes flittering against your cheek.

"You," the maximum capacity for your brain was one-syllable words and you used it sparingly, failing to suppress a gasp when Helmut's mouth latched around a particularly sensitive spot right under your jawline.

Teeth scraped over it before he soothed the sting with his tongue. "All the things in the world, I could give them to you. And yet..." He sounded almost disappointed. Perplexed, just as you were at the strange admission. "A woman like you would have men fighting for your attention yet you give it to me so freely," he murmured softly, capturing your lips in a slow, fluid kiss once more. "I will make sure you have everything you could ever want."

Helmut's touch grew bolder as he steered the two of you towards the shallow end of the pool. The taste of him was intoxicating, like the sweetest, most alluring poison you'd ever tasted: you knew that once you had one small bit, you'd be addicted, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. His words were clever and his mouth even more, making the short stumble upstairs last hours.

A wall, baroque tapestry, marked with the wetness of the pool water, where you allowed yourself to be pressed against as he leaned into you with the entirety of his broad frame, domineering the kiss effortlessly.

You panted as your back hit the soft, million-thread count, unmade sheets of the baron's bed, staring up into his eyes and finding your own reflection in his pupils, blown wide with lust. The tiny smirk was back but now his unexpressive face was marred by a gleem, accentuating his moist, puffy lips you'd licked into and bitten in a heated frenzy.

"Beautiful, printsesa," he stated with quiet firmness, leaning over into you to unclasp and toss away the upper part of the bikini. The bottoms followed suit, flung carelessly somewhere. His hands ran over your as it sang, every tiniest nerve hypersensitive, coming alive with a fervor borne of months of longing, complimented by the summer heat and cool waters.

"Helmut," your voice wavered, flowed on the syllables as his clever, clever mouth trailed hot down your chest, briefly submerging each nipple into the sear of it. Goosebumps rose over your exposed body, highlighting a trail for him, a trail he followed eagerly. Kisses were candy sweet and marshmallow soft.

Hot breath at the apex of your thighs had you mewling and arching into it, having abandoned all shame, and Helmut found it amusing. The petite chuckle made an appearance, his fingertips ghosting over the part of your lower lips; he was as amused by your impatience as he was enthralled by the youthfulness of the gesture. "Shh, ljubavi, I will make it feel better," his accent as thick as clover honey and just as saccharine.

The first movements were tentative, brief and so light, the demanding moan slipped out of your mouth along with a growl of frustration. You felt continuous chuckling, slight stubble rasping along the sides your thighs; you felt him pick up pace and steady his hot hands on your hips as you attempted to trash against the overwhelming stimulation your pussy was receiving.

His moans, loud and wet, drove you closer to the edge like a drunk drove a Ferrari; Helmut's skill was unparalleled but it lacked precision as he lost himself in the moment just as much as you.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm- I'm so close," you managed to grunt out before the crescendo hit, eyes rolling back into your skull as the influx of more, more, more hit every nerve ending in your body. You could do little more than rest your legs on his shoulders as the noble man, the quiet storm lapped up every drop of your release.

He made the inside of you weak.

In seconds, Helmut was back on top of you, grinding his arousal into you desperately, almost begging for it and all you could do was let your body respond, mimic your lover, clench around nothing just as you felt him twitch.

"Tell me you're mine," he demanded hooking one of your legs over his hip, eyes boring into yours with everything in them plain on display. It was a terrifying thing: as if your heart had suddenly grown legs, stood up and walked out into the bare, wide world, open for all to see. "Ti moa, skaži eto," his native tongue made his voice even more hoarse, you couldn't resist anymore.

"I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours," you chanted the words like a prayer, hoping he'd be merciful - and he is. No, there's only a hidden tenderness in his hands as he drives into your with increasing force that shakes you and makes your core quiver, igniting your flesh once again like the color red; it's messy and it's sloppy and you're barely aware of Helmut muttering something into the crook of your neck as you feel yourself clench down on him with a choked moan.

"Fuck," hearing him, the polite composed man, bite the end of his own orgasm into a curse made a wave of magenta hot rush travel through your body at lightning speed, his cock pulsating and coating you, claiming you from inside out so sweetly you couldn't resist a shallow gasp into his cheek, a gasp he mirrored as his own oversensitive flesh was once more assaulted by your combined lust.

The tide of his breathing was high; both of you spent yet still drunk on the newfound sense of togetherness. It was clear as a summer's day that in your arms laid a man who'd once lost something important and you - you were a someone who's never had anything of significance and perhaps, this time each other's arms would let you both keep whatever it was that you missed.

[kung-fu-cutbug]

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summer

jyeeshus, Summer Jet is popular

now uh, she was created for a campaign where the characters' backstories are supposed to be kept secret, but... said campaign has been dead since the first session 💀 still, better safe than sorry, so—Pika, JD, E, if you see this don't click the read more, alright

Summer Jet! my beautiful punk rock daughter,,,,

her backstory is actually somewhat incomplete, especially since for the most part I'm playing her post-the aforementioned campaign (which, as I said, hasn't made any progress past the first session so I have to improvise a lot) but I'll put down what I have so far

only child, lives with her parents

loves her mom Snow to pieces, which is very much reciprocated, but her relationship with her dad Canary is... a lot more strained

normally they get along just fine, but if Canary's in a bad mood or takes issue with something Summer's doing, hoo boy

the floodgates open and he becomes cold and downright verbally/emotionally abusive towards her for not basically being him in miniature (thankfully his one saving grace is that he wouldn't dare consider physically hurting her)

oh yeah, I should mention—Canary's the CEO of a big mining company and he wants Summer to inherit it after he dies, which is coming pretty close considering how old he is

she, however, does Not™️ want to deal with that shit, but for the longest time she didn't know what she did want to do...

...till Snow gave her that big bangle she now wears on her arm, which prompted her to become a jeweler by hobby

she's actually pretty good at it by this point, makes her some good cash money, and Snow supports her in this endeavor wholeheartedly, but Canary's getting onto her ass about wasting her time

she's honest to god considering moving out just so she doesn't have to deal with Canary's bullshit anymore, but she doesn't know where to go

[fwoosh as the first session of the campaign she was made for begins]

oops, now she's in the Pokémon world, washing up on the beach as an amnesiac Sewaddle who only remembers her name and the fact that she was human before but nothing else

first thing she sees is something shiny in the water, which ends up being a shiny Magikarp who introduces himself as Casper

they chat for a while... a really long while, and she learns Casper is in a similar sitch—he vaguely remembers that he wasn't always a Magikarp, but nothing else

suddenly, they hear a loud shriek from a nearby cave, meet a Vulpix named Kyo & a Sinistea named Jeeves, and fight a Dynamax Scyther

the Scyther bitchslaps Summer and she nearly dies, but a Mimikyu NPC teaches Casper Bounce and he kills the Scyther with it

Summer is healed by the Mimikyu, and she & Casper learn that Kyo & Jeeves are also amnesiac former humans

the Mimikyu mentions it's in a rescue guild and takes the group of four to their base

they meet the Guildmaster Emboar Zoroark and explain their situation, and he agrees to let them into the guild and help them sort out who they are because he's always been interested in humans

...that's where the session ended, so timeskip to when she wakes back up at home as a human with all of her memories returned

Snow and Canary fucking tackle hug her as soon as they see her, explaining that she's apparently been missing for over 2 years (she was from 2019 originally and the DM said they'll probably end up in the present day post-campaign) and she tells them the story

they don't entirely believe her at first but whatever, a better explanation than nothing

...and then she finds Casper, Kyo and Jeeves again, all human once more, and is fucking euphoric

she ends up adopting Casper as her younger brother with Snow and Canary's permission and maintains good contact with Kyo and Jeeves

she also gets together with a girl named Cherry, who was actually responsible for her reuniting with Casper in particular since Cherry was doing a Unova gym challenge run and brought him from Virbank all the way to Opelucid where Summer lives

she and Casper then go to summer camp together (the same one I mentioned in Masahiro's 🖊 post) and have a blast there

and that's where she's at right now

fun facts time:

19 years old, both pre-campaign and post due to time shenanigans (explaining how she was still 19 over 2 years after her disappearance to her parents was a fun ordeal /s)

she is 6'7" with her platform boots and 6'5.5" without, and she's got a pretty decent size bust (idrk tiddy sizes but I'd estimate she's a B or a C cup) and an athletic body. buff women enjoyers, rejoice!

she's trans and a sapphic bisexual

...yes I simp for her how can you tell

her platform boots? they're also heelies! skating to places is a lot more convenient than walking. she also has a pair of platform crocs that are also heelies

[slaps roof of Summer] this bad girl can fit so many MCR references in her. seriously, let me count them

Summer: "Summertime"

her last name, Jet: Jet-star (Ravenkroft was also a potential last name but I decided against it)

tupper tag for her Pokémon form: "Look Alive, Sunshine"

tupper tag for her human form: "Whatever Gets You Through the Night" (the name of one of the comic issues for The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys, according to Wikipedia) + "Until My Heart Explodes" (a line from Summertime)

her human form's design: very very heavily inspired by one of the characters from the TTLOTFK comics, Blue

the inside of her bangle has a lyric from DESTROYA engraved into it: "If what you are is just what you own, what have you become when they take from you almost everything?"

she has a penchant for violence, and while she doesn't actively start fights nor seek to kill people, she will thwack you in the jaw with a metal baseball bat if you get on her nerves

she also has a gun but she refuses to use it unless she's in an extremely dangerous area

she likes sour things!

...as in like, lemons and stuff. she wouldn't die to a single Sour Patch Kid, but she wouldn't be able to handle more than like two

[goldensunflowers98]

Coffee House Dreams

Luke Hemmings Imagine

Please let me know what you think❤️

Aurora sighed as she blew a golden blonde curl from her line of vision once again, her fingers lightly pressing against the piano keys while trying to find the right sound. The small coffee shoppe nestled in one of the side streets of London, where her sister worked tirelessly, bustled with life, the strong scent of espresso overwhelming her senses with every inhale.

She was here almost everyday since she couldn't afford a piano this nice at home, knew most of the customers by name, and she always enjoyed a classic, sweet, vanilla cappuccino after a long day at Uni.

Aurora was a simple girl who loved the sight of rain droplets on rose petals, the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore at night, and the scent of espresso as she played the piano. She loved the color red, especially her crimson colored scrunchie that currently tied her mess of golden curls up, and she found unkind people to be the scum of the earth.

She also found the mysterious blonde haired, blue eyed boy that hid his face being a pair of sunglasses and a steaming caramel latte to be the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen. He had started coming in just in the past week, but Aurora found his Australian accent positively enchanting and the dimples that appeared when he smiled made her slam her fingers down on the keys of the piano the first time she saw them, causing a loud crash of discord to sound through the small shoppe and for her to duck her blushing face when he whipped around confused.

He sat perched at the window seat across the way and Aurora noticed how he had a blueberry muffin as well today, his fingers picking at the treat as he watched the raindrops rolls down the clear glass beside him.

He looked sad today, Aurora noticed, the corner of his lips turned downwards and he anxiously fidgeted every few minutes, scratching his temple with his sweater paw.

Now, noticing she was staring like a crazy person, Aurora clears her throat, turning her attention back to the keys and the song she was trying to figure out.

Well the sky is finally open, the rain and wind stopped blowin'

But you're stuck out in the same old storm again

The notes just don't sound as perfect as she wanted and she tries again in another key.

You hold tight to your umbrella, well, darlin' I'm just tryin' to tell ya

That there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head

She groans to herself, placing her head down on the polished wood, frustrated that she couldn't even get the cords right to her own song.

"That's a beautiful song. Have you tried it starting out in 'G' though?"

She gasps in shock, jumping backwards, her sheet music flying everywhere, and she nearly falls off the piano stool as she hears the accented voice of the mysterious boy who loved caramel lattes right beside her.

He looks mortified at her reaction, his bright blue eyes that were no longer covered by sunglasses were wide and his long arms were out like he was about to catch her before she hit the ground.

"Whoa! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you," he says but it's all muffled as Aurora stares up at him in shock and wonder.

This mysterious boy wasn't so mysterious after all. He was Luke freaking Hemmings from her old favorite band, 5 Seconds of Summer. She had been staring at Luke Hemmings like a certified freak for over a week now and didn't notice. She really needed to get more sleep.

"It's fine. Everything is fine. Just startled me is all. First, you're way over there and now, you're all the way over here. You must have some long legs on you," she mumbles frantically like a crazy person, picking up her sheet music and as she finishes her sentence, her eyes trail from his torso, down his long legs, and to his feet that were awkwardly doing this thing where they turned into one another. "I rest my case."

He laughs lightly at that and her eyebrows raise when he rests his latte cup on top of the piano as if he was staying awhile.

"Sorry, I tend to creep up on people without them noticing. I'm Luke, by the way," he reaches out his hand for her to shake and Aurora smiles at the sight of his red gel fingernails, her favorite color.

"Aurora... I love the red," she says, earning a brilliant beam from him with a hint of a blush. He mumbles a 'thank you' quietly, tucking a wild blonde curl behind his ear sheepishly.

"You come in here a lot. Do you live close by or something?" He asks, taking a sip of his hot drink as she assorts her music once more.

"Are you stalking me, Luke?" She smirks as he nearly chokes on his drink and starts to fumble over his words.

"N-No! No, I just hear you play every time I come in. It's quite nice and it's a small... it's a small shoppe. Oh, god... Please don't think I'm a psycho stalker," he winces behind his cup, knowing his previous words made him sound like a creep.

"I'm just kidding," she giggles with a mischievous grin, finding his nervousness to be quite funny. "It's a small and quiet coffee house. Not many new people come in, so you're a sight for sore eyes, for sure."

She furrows her brows as he doesn't really reply to her statement, looking back at the door as it chimes, lips bitten harshly by his front teeth. He looks disappointed as Andrew, the local dog walker who liked a double fudge hot cocoa after a long morning of trudging along behind a sweet saint bernard, two huskies that were brothers, Mrs. Henderson's prize winning poodle, and a teacup yorkie that had a bite of a lion, walked in.

"Waiting for someone?" She asked quietly, trying to be gentle as his face is crestfallen after checking the time.

"Uh.." he runs his hand through his curls, tugging at the roots anxiously for a moment before turning back to her. "My girlfriend. She... We've been fighting a lot recently, but she was supposed to meet me an hour ago to talk some stuff out."

Sierra Deaton, Luke's girlfriend, was a sweet girl from what Aurora observed from the tweets and Instagram posts, but every relationship had its downfalls.

"Maybe she's stuck in traffic. You know how London is," she once again tries to be gentle with his feelings and her heart aches just a bit when she sees his deep frown.

"Yeah... Maybe it's just London." He hides his upset eyes by a fake smile and Aurora finds it upsetting at just how good he seemed at that specific action; hiding his true feelings.

"Fuck," he suddenly curses, looking frantic for a second as he starts collecting all of his belongings.

"What's wrong?" Aurora asks, his nervousness making her anxiety spike.

"I'm late for rehearsal. Shit! I completely forgot," he shoves his phone in his pocket and shoots back the rest of his latte quickly. "It was so nice finally meeting you! Um, I'll probably see you tomorrow! Try starting the song out in G!" As quick as he stumbles out his words, he is out of the shoppe and Aurora watches in hazy confusion as he speed walks past the window, tugging at his hair nervously again.

"That boy is going to go bald one day if he keeps that up," she mumbles, turning back to her piano and feeling a bit confused and star struck by her encounter.

"What boy?" She hears her sister ask as she walks around the corner, taking Luke's empty mug from off the piano and placing it in the dirty dish tray she had rested on her hip.

"Just a boy, Cece," she smiles up at her older sister who looked disheveled after a long shift. "Damn, you look rough."

Celestia rolls her eyes playfully at her little sister, reaching up to maintain her jet black hair that was nothing like her sister's. You would have never have known that they were related if you had set your eyes on the curly blonde haired, green eyed, shy girl and the older, upbeat girl with obsidian hair and bright, blue eyes. "Want another cappuccino?" She asks, earning a grin and a nod from Aurora as she walks away.

Looking down at the ivory keys, Aurora hums to herself as she hovers her fingers over the 'G' key. Beginning to play the song, she can't help but grin and scribble down notes inside her tattered song journal. Maybe Luke knew what he was talking about after all.

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The sun is dimly shining the next morning and Aurora inhales the smell of wet asphalt after the night full of rain, a small smile on her face. Turning the corner towards the coffee shoppe, she nearly stops in her tracks as she sees a familiar, teary-eyed boy through the window, sitting in his normal seat. He was alone, no coffee or muffin in sight and she watches as he buries his distraught face in his hands.

Trudging along slowly while taking looks back at the upset Luke through the window, Aurora frowns as she enters the shoppe and walks over to the counter. "Hey, Cece. I need a vanilla cappuccino, a caramel latte, and two blueberry muffins, please. Put extra caramel drizzle and whipped cream on the latte too."

She ignores her sister's confused smirk as she places the money on the counter, continuing to look over at Luke, who's shoulders were now lightly shaking with sobs. Her order is quick to arrive and she collects the cups and muffins carefully, making a beeline towards Luke's table.

"Hey, sunshine," she whispers solemnly, a gentle, comforting smile on her lips as he looks up with red rimmed eyes, a flushed nose and cheeks, and sniffles quietly.

"Hey," he croaks, wiping his eyes and looking embarrassed that she caught him in his weakest moments.

She slowly slides the muffin and caramel latte in front of him and when he looks up at her confused that she got his order right, she shrugs lightly. "Lucky guess," she says before taking the seat in front of him.

"I know we just met and aren't the best of friends, but I felt like you needed someone to talk to or else you wouldn't be sitting here in the middle of a public coffee house and crying, so... Here I am," she says, stuffing a large bite of blueberry muffin in her mouth and ignoring the crumbs that fall onto the table.

He doesn't say anything for a few moments, a dazed look in his eyes as he gazes out the window and stirs his spoon around and around the rim of his cup.

Aurora is patient, half of her cappuccino finished before he finally parts his lips to speak.

"She left me. She said she didn't want to deal with the distance when we go on tour again and that she didn't trust me to not h-hook up with other girls while I'm gone. I've never done anything but give her l-love and reasons t-to...to trust me! I would n-never cheat."

His words, heaving chest, and his trembling lip are enough to make Aurora wince in sympathy, nearly burning her tongue as he says it in the middle of her taking a larger gulp.

"I'm so sorry, Luke... I know she meant a lot to you or you wouldn't be having this reaction." He nods solemnly as her words before she continues. "If it's any consolation, she didn't deserve you after you kept trying to meet up and talk and she never showed. You tried. She didn't. Some people aren't worth your tears. I know that's not going to stop you from being upset, but it's a thought to think about."

His eyebrows furrow a bit at her words before he gives a small nod. "I guess you're right," he says, showing progress in his mood as he finally picks up his latte and takes a small sip.

It's quiet for a few more minutes and the second that Aurora sees his bottom lip start to tremble again, she panics and leans forward. "Hey," she reaches out and lightly touches his hand. "Want to get out of here? I've got this place I'd like to show you if you let me. It's a bit of a drive, but you won't regret it."

Looking down at his watch, he seems to weigh the pros and cons for a moment before giving in. "Why not?" He says, standing and throwing his jacket on as Aurora looks up, slightly dumbfounded that he accepted.

"Okay," she stands up and gets out an excited giggle, placing their cups in the bin. "Lets go"

With a wave to her sister, who was giving her a proud smirk, Luke puts on his sunglasses and they leave the coffee house, making their way to her car that was parked around the corner.

"Holy shit, this is amazing!" Luke laughs unbelievably at her cherry red 1976 Cadillac Eldorado Convertible with cream colored interior.

"Thanks! It was my granddad's!" Climbing in, she cranks the car and with an excited grin and looking both ways, she pulls out into the traffic.

The wind blows through their hair as the cruise down the roads and Aurora gently smiles when she looks over and sees Luke grinning as he looks at the scenery and people around.

"Here," She hands him her phone as she enjoys the cool breeze, placing her sunnies over her eyes. "You choose the music."

"Brave choice," he hums, taking the phone and beginning to scroll through the songs until he gets to a certain category.

"I knew it!" He shouts with a crazed laugh, Aurora giving him an odd look as she worries for his health.

"You okay there, bub?" She asks with a slight chuckle before he shoves her phone in her face with a wide grin.

"Every one of our albums, including our old EP's, and features. I knew you were a fan!" He laughs as her face drops, a blush taking over her cheeks.

"I never said I wasn't," she sticks her tongue out at him before smirking at his dumbfounded face. "Play a song, doofus." She shoves him playfully as he continues to grin, his thumb scrolling through the songs.

English Love Affair starts playing through the speakers and Aurora rolls her eyes behind her sunglasses. "I see what you did there," she laughs as he smirks over at her cheekily, his sadness hidden well, but Aurora knew it was still under the surface.

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Oh tie up your boat, take off your coat, and take a look around

Everything is alright now

The door to the coffee shoppe chimes cheerfully the following day, making Aurora look up in curiosity. A smile tugs at her lips as she sees the familiar, lanky, blonde boy walk in but her eyes slightly widen as three other beautiful boys follow behind him.

"Holy mother of God," she mumbles to herself wide eyed as she sees Luke turn towards the piano and give her a smile and wave, making a beeline towards her with the boys in tow.

Gulping, Aurora tries to hide her shaking hands by sitting on them, nervously grinning as they come closer.

"Hey, Ro! These are my friends, Michael, Ashton, and Calum. I told them about your song and they really wanted to hear it." Aurora almost fell over as a pleasant nickname passed through his lips but what really made her vision blurry was the end of his sentence.

"O-Oh, that's so... that's so sweet, Luke. It isn't finished yet though," she frowns, biting her lip as he seems to deflate.

"Oh, well maybe next time then," he says sadly and the look on his face is enough for her to grab his hand as he starts to turn.

"Wait! I-I can show the parts I do have," she says, making his smile appear once again.

The boys all crowd around her, making her feel extremely nervous but with Luke's encouraging smile, she places her still shaking hands over the keys.

When it rain it pours but you didn't even notice

It ain't rainin' anymore, it's hard to breathe when all we know is

The struggle of staying above, the rising water line

She continues the song, trying to his cracking, nervous voice, until she no longer has any lyrics, trailing off with a quiet hum and shaky exhale. "That's all I've got so far," she looks up to see the four boys grinning at her widely.

"She's perfect, Luke," Calum says over to Luke proudly and Ashton nearly jumps up and down.

"Such a smart breadstick, you!" Ashton pats him hard on the back as Michael continues to smile but stay the calm one.

"I don't understand," Aurora nervously picks at her bottom lip as they continue to talk excitedly amongst themselves. That's when she realizes her music journal that was testing on the piano is in Ashton's hand and they are all flickering through the pages with excited grins.

"Um, excuse me," her eyebrows are now furrowed as they read her personal songs and words from her heart and Luke looks up as they hear the edge in her tone.

"Sorry, Ro," He yanks the journal out of their hands and places it back on the piano with an apologetic wince. "I think we owe an explanation." When she nods annoyed, he gulps and continues. "We are in a band called 5 Seconds of Summer."

"I know this... Plus, there's only four of you," she deadpans as Ashton snickers in the back.

"Anyway! We are in a band and we are looking for an opening act and someone to sign, but we didn't want anyone to mainstream or famous. We think you'd be perfect to open for us."

Aurora stares up at them in shock, her mouth becoming dry.

“So... what do you say?” Luke asks, his cheeks turning slightly red.

What should she say?