#I played Pokémon for a few hours

[conventofpleasure]

I didn’t trust myself to be able to wake up before 6am to leave for my flight so I stayed up all night this was a bad idea

[goldensunset]

alsooooo today i got a shiny greninja!! i was surprised it only took me one reset on the froakie outbreak to find a little guy who seemed paler than the others (which makes it funny that its evolution makes it darker than the others. lol)

despite having been actively hunting it i still like. panicked when i saw it and in my panic i just charged straight at it and didn’t even save or prepare my team. i even chucked a rare lure ball at it at full health as if that was gonna work. and then i realized the luxury ball would be way better for the colors anyway. i was trying to think of a name for this guy and in the absence of other names i like making pokémon’s nicknames a reference to how i met them. and then a flash of brilliance hit me

it’s a frog. and i panicked when seeing it. lol. i am embracing the art of silly names and hey it’s a reference to something! it’s justified. i will treat my new son right. ability patch protean timid mint iv training

[wishingprince]

I got another hobby.

[mynamesaplant]

Forgiveness is Electric

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Just a little short story about @critterbitter's hc of Emmet, Ingo, and Elesa. This is between the Volume Control and Volume Control (Reprise). Just a tiny change, Emmet caught Tynamo bc I sort of forgot when he did... My bad. Please go take a look at Critter's work, it is beautiful in every sense of the word.

I lied about posting to AO3 last time with Yearning for Wood Floors, but I will update that soon along with this one.

Enjoy!~

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“I do not think she will like those.”

“Who doesn’t love sweets?”

Ingo argued, plucking a box of Snom-Caps and turning it over and over in his hands. He contemplated the choices of candy in the aisle, the teenage clerk puffing their long, purple-streaked hair from their eyes behind the counter as the two children agonized over their decision. The clerk, Dakota, saw Ingo and Emmet in here all the time, the former had something of a sweet tooth and the latter… Well, whatever the opposite of a sweet tooth was, that was Emmet. The kid just loved sour things.

It wasn’t unusual to see them, but it didn’t usually take this long for them to make their selection. They had been there for nearly fifteen minutes, painstakingly reading each and every label and discussing them in hushed undertones. That was unusual by itself. Ingo was not known for his volume control.

Although unusual, they weren’t worried about them doing anything shady like stealing or being careless and knock things off the shelf. Might as well let them go about their business. To pass the time, they watched the fretful newly acquired Tynamo circle around them faster and faster until Emmet snatched the Pokémon deftly from the air and soothingly stroked its back.

“I am Emmet. We do not know what she likes.”

“We must do something! I just feel so dreadful.”

Emmet could see Ingo working himself up over this, just as he had a few hours ago, and Emmet placed a reassuring hand on his brother’s arm. His smile and eyes softened as his twin turned to him, Ingo’s eyes glittering with emotion and whatever proclamation dying on the back of his tongue.

He hadn’t meant it. He really hadn’t. He always got too loud when he was excited.

It had just backfired on him horribly.

Ingo cringed even now as he remembered the tears in her eyes, her hands slapped over her ears, and eyes huge with confusion and pain. She had run off before he could even apologize, and that knowledge was eating him alive all day.

Candy wouldn’t fix this. In his heart of hearts, he knew that, and maybe he had come here to grab himself some of his favorite snacks to ease the pain of losing a potential friend.

It was hard for them to understand others. Emmet and Ingo were so in-sync with each other that everyone seemed to be moving so much slower by comparison. It was like playing charades with someone who was underwater, the twins made perfect sense to one another, but it was unclear to everyone else.

This was not new to them, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating.

With their moms being busy with work and their uncle who didn’t have much interest with them most times, Emmet and Ingo came to rely on each other almost exclusively. Drayden would give them a little bit of pocket change, but never much. They had to be ultraconservative with what he gave them and had taken it upon themselves to run around Anville Town to take little odd jobs.

Leaves to rake? Oran berries to pick? Snow to shovel?

Emmet and Ingo did it all and saved what they could. They barely scraped together the money to purchase the Pokéballs needed to catch Tynamo and for additional balls to try and catch Ingo a starter.

Even though they knew everyone, they weren’t really close to anyone in town.

That could have been different if Ingo hadn’t ruined everything!

“Perhaps sweets are not the solution…”

Ingo finally admitted, setting the box down and rising to his feet. Readjusting his cap on his head and dusting off his knees to unconsciously tidy his appearance, Ingo’s frown deepened in thought. Even if he and Emmet apologized to her, Miss Elesa would not understand them. Drat! If only he had remembered her hearing aids, he had completely forgotten them tucked behind her black hair.

Emmet watched his face scrunch up, clearly having a long inner dialogue with himself where he alternatively berated himself and told himself that there was no crying over spilled milk. Gray eyes scanning the shelf, he took a bag of sour gummy-Bewear for himself, and chocolate covered pretzels for his brother, before hauling them to the counter where Dakota waited.

Tynamo drifted just below his elbow, still quite nervous around new people and often retreating to its ball when too anxious. Emmet’s soft encouragement was the only thing keeping the EleFish out while Dakota rang up both bags.

“Tynamo? Good for you, kiddo. I hear they’re not easy to catch.”

They rested their elbows on the counter, chin resting atop with a kind smile to the quieter twin. Dakota could see him beaming with pride, but he merely nodded, shuffling on the spot while he fished in the pocket of his overalls for some money. His Tynamo, like its trainer, seemed a little bashful at their words, and retreated into its ball.

“200… I think you brother is comatose over there.”

Dakota said not unkindly. Emmet jerked his head to where his brother stood motionless in front of the candy.

“Ingo!”

It was Ingo’s turn to jerk out of his, as Dakota had put it, “comatose state”. He trotted over to his side, staring at the bags of candies with confusion before it all seemed to click into place.

“You did not have to spend your pocket money on me.”

Emmet’s smile softened at the bashful note in his sibling’s voice. He wanted to. Ingo was feeling down, his twin often overthinking problems and burning himself out in the process. Emmet liked to take a step back to listen and reflect on people and conversations. A little break would do Ingo some good, so he insisted on the treats.

“I am Emmet. I wanted to. Yup!”

While Dakota bagged their treats in a small brown paper bag, they couldn’t help but lean over the counter to examine them. Although many people didn’t understand the secret code that the twins exchanged between glances, mouth twitches, and hand movements, Dakota could tell something was awry. Withholding the bag, they leaned over the counter with a faintly curious expression and a light tone.

“You guys alright?”

Unsurprisingly, the two exchanged looks, and a wordless conversation was held between them while Dakota waited. It was Ingo who swiveled his head back to face them, his face knit into a calculating grimace that seemed a little less friendly than usual, but only marginally.

“Yes,” he said slowly, eyes not breaking with the clerk, but they could see him shifting uncomfortably. “Emmet and I are attempting to right a wrong. However, we are encountering several roadblocks.”

There is a pause. Dakota still held the bag just out of reach as they gnawed on their lower lip. This wasn’t really their business, and they weren’t the type to stick their nose in where it didn’t belong… They thought of Drayden, who spent a lot of time in Opelucid and not watching his nephews – he barely spent any time with them.

They’re just kids.

“Do you need some help? It’s my job to help customers in the store y’know.”

Another pause. Another exchange of glances.

“I-” Ingo tries to being, already hard pressed to say anything and even less so when his sibling elbowed him in the ribs and shot him a look. He wouldn’t be allowed to take all the blame. “We upset one of our classmates with our carelessness. We think she was attempting to befriend us, but- uh… there were a few errors on our part.”

“And you’re trying to get candy for her to forgive you?”

“We thought about it, but it grew too complicated. We do not know what candy she likes, but more importantly, we do not think it’s a suitable apology.”

The clerk nodded, tapping the counter in thought as they tried to piece together some genuine advice for the boys.

“I think it’s a nice peace offering, but I think an apology would be better.”

“We broke her hearing aids… Yep…”

Emmet croaked suddenly, shrinking back in shame at the same time that Ingo grabbed the brim of his hat to tug it lower over his eyes.

“Ah,” Dakota hummed, tapping the counter even faster. They meant the new family that moved in from Sinnoh. They remembered their dads talking about the new signs that had to go all over town for the girl’s safety. Dakota couldn’t remember her name. “How did you break them?” They asked, already knowing the answer.

“Volume control.”

Ingo cringed, remembering his uncle’s warning about his naturally loud voice. Inside voice, Drayden had been emphasizing, and Ingo was trying to take those words to heart, but it was difficult. Since Ingo’s face didn’t emote well, he relied on his voice and his movement to articulate his emotions to others. They nod sympathetically.

“You didn’t see them?”

“No…”

The boy was squirming now, his shame and embarrassment with the situation reaching an all-time high. He felt Emmet moving to his side, reassuringly pressing against his arm, and resting his head on his twin’s shoulder. A flood of comfort helped Ingo release a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.

Behind the counter, the clerk was rummaging through something – although tall for their age, Emmet and Ingo couldn’t see what they were doing. They heaved a box onto the counter, tipping it so the contents spilled out for them to see, and the boys were confused.

“Headphones?”

Emmet leaned forward on his tiptoes to look at the colorful array of boxes that ranged from normal headphones to ones that had Pikachu and Eevee ears topping them.

“Yeah, uh, maybe if she wears these, you’ll remember right away that she has headphones in.”

It was a half-baked idea. In truth, Dakota felt a bit sheepish about it now that the idea was out of their head, but when they looked up, the boys were beaming – well, Emmet beamed. Ingo reminded of them of their friend’s Purrloin in a way they couldn’t quite put their finger on.

“Bravo! What a marvelous suggestion!”

Ingo practically cheered, stepping beside Emmet to look through the headphones. It was probably going to cost them a bit from the tags on the boxes, but it would be worth it. The headphones would immediately remind Ingo that she had hearing aids in so he would be more inclined to get Miss Elesa’s attention in a different fashion, but it also might do the same for others who were unaware of her deafness.

“Sure – er, thank you…” Dakota was looking at the prices now and mentally smacked their forehead. They probably couldn’t afford the headphones. “I’ll-” They hesitate. It almost pained them to say what they were going to next. “I’ll pay for them so you can take them to her now.” The twins’ eyes went wide, both about to protest when Dakota interrupted, “In exchange, you can do a few chores for me at my place. I need to do some yardwork, but it always gives me hay fever. Sound like a deal?”

The answer was easy for them. Dakota told them to pick ones that they thought Miss Elesa would like.

“I think these ones are quite dashing.”

Ingo said, picking up the box with the Pikachu ears. Emmet pursed his lips and shook his head.

“Nope. Too big. Not a gamer girl.”

They continued to rummage through the boxes. They agreed that she must like Electric types. She had a Blitzle as her partner after all.

“I cannot recall, she is from Hoenn, correct?”

Emmet shrugged, unsure himself because they had both been looking through a magazine with an expose on the newest train lines running out of Nimbasa when she had been introduced. That just meant to them that, when the time came, going on their Pokémon journey by rail would be all the easier.

“Not sure.” He looked at the box Ingo had in his hand and his smile broadened, nodding in agreement to his brother’s unasked query. The perfect balance of subtle but stylish. “I am Emmet. Those are perfect.”

Plusle and Minun headphones.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

can i get a scarlet/violet gang x ghost trainer reader who lets their ghost types possess them for pranks ?

This took a minute to think about until mochi mayhem dropped--then I got ideas haha

...........

During the events of Mochi Mayhem...you seemed remarkably unfazed by Pecharunt's "curse" spreading throughout the village, finding it more amusing than frightening.

And it's because you were no stranger to being possessed yourself.

Your first experience occurred after a Spiritomb's soul got separated and found you as a temporary host while you were exploring some ruins in Paldea (with your poor Fuecoco at the time being terrified for you).

Fortunately it wasn't an aggressive one, just a scared lonely spirit that was piloting your body around until it was reunited with the other 107 souls of that Spiritomb....which turned out to be a shiny!

In a show of gratitude, it decided to join your team--and soon you found your true calling as a ghost type trainer.

So you've picked up other ghosts throughout your journeys in Paldea, Kitakami, and BB Academy.

At some point you trusted your main team enough to allow them to possess your body.

Initially, they only did if they believed it was necessary (ie saving you from a fall or sudden Pokémon attack).

But then you decide to let them do so for pranks and such--mainly reserving those for whoever bothered your friends, while other times your friends are the hapless victims.

Exhibit A: When a BB Academy student is harassing Kieran over how he used to act, you see him getting upset and have one of your Shiny Spiritomb's souls possess you, enabling you to creep up and stare at the bully--all behind his back without him ever noticing you.

He's confused when they suddenly look terrified and run away....and then he slowly turns around, screaming a bit upon seeing your face in the likeness of a Spiritomb (like in that one episode of Journeys where Ash gets possessed by one).

You feel bad, especially after the soul leaves your body, and you promise that you'll never do that again.

Although he is grateful you saved him from that intense moment.

Exhibit B: You're hanging out with Penny at your house, watching her play some horror game on your console.

Your Gengar gets the mischievous idea to turn the lights off and possess you, creating a creepy atmosphere all around the house, making your friend paranoid of whether the sounds were coming from the game or elsewhere.

In hindsight, it sounds hilarious..but you forgot Penny doesn't fw horror movie tropes like that.

As she commands Umbreon to attack you out of pure instinct-

Only to see you and Gengar get forcibly separated and hit the ground hard.

Knock Off was no joke.

She apologizes but is a bit annoyed bc she couldn't save her progress thanks to your "prank".

Exhibit C: While Arven is giving Nemona, Penny, Kieran, and Carmine lessons on the art of sandwich crafting, you stroll over with some purple mochi, offering it as a dessert.

Obviously they decline, seeing Pecharunt literally hovering beside you and wondering if you already forgot what happened.....and are horrified when you shrug and eat one, your eyes turning purple.

Yet before anyone can fully freak out, you just laugh and start talking normally.

To make a long story short, you and the mythical 'mon came to an agreement that you'll eat the mochi it provides as long as it doesn't make you do anything harmful (like battling) or anything ridiculous (like dancing and saying "mochi" nonstop) while possessing you.

It's still mischievous at heart, of course. You'll allow it to have a little bit of fun considering its troubling past.

Exhibit D: Your Skeledirge was the first 'mon you used the Synchro Machine on after arriving to BB Academy, walking around and battling wild Pokémon in the terarium for a few good hours.

This "reverse possession", however, left some adverse effects on you even after desynchronizing...as for several days you developed a habit for singing, could taste smoke in your breath, and even your partner's little fire bird companion decided that it wanted to nestle atop your head.

You realize what a funny prank this could be.

So you pull up to the cafeteria to the "date" Drayton invited you to and freak out the rest of the Elite Four (except for Crispin who immediately realizes you own a Skeledirge and thinks you're awesome).

That also makes for a rather...awkward reunion with Kieran who thinks you've seriously gone off the deep end, and you drop the act right away.

But he's too caught up in the idea of battling you and winning to care about why tf you're possessed rn.

[harlowsbby]

Late Nights In

Requested, being laid up with Jack and the two of you just spending some much needed time alone together.

“Shit that shit hurts babe.” Jack groaned.

“It wouldn’t hurt if you just learned how to keep straight! Whenever you move I end up plucking your skin instead.” You told him and leaned his head back.

Jack was soon regretting his decision on staying in tonight instead of going on with the boys. Since Jack had just gotten back from tour all he wanted to do was spend time with you.

But he didn’t know spending time with you would lead to you plucking his eyebrow and placing a bunch of pimple patches to pimples that he didn’t even know he had.

“You were the one that was curious to know what it felt like so I’m showing you.” You told him as you concentrated on his eyebrows.

“Alright I love you but that’s enough.” He whined and pushed your hands away from his face gently. You stiffed a laugh but nonetheless sat up.

Jack’s hand were on either side of your waist as you sat on top of him. “So what do you wanna do now?”

“What do you usually do on your little self care nights when I’m not here?” He asked.

“Well I order in some food, I put a few pimple patches on my face, drink lots of lemon water.” He grimaced at the mention of lemon water.

“Okay so we won’t do the lemon water.” You laughed. “Ooo let’s do face mask and after I’ll apply the little pimple patches to you face, then we can make some food?”

“Sounds good babe.” He smiled and the two of you made your way into the bathroom.

Jack stood there as you got all of your products out, his eyebrows scrunched together when you went to place a pink headband on his head that pushed back his curls.

He didn’t mind it but it was the big pink bow on top of it that threw him off. “What is this for?” He asked.

“You use it to push your hair back whenever you do your skincare so stuff doesn’t get into your hair.” You told him. “Which mask do you wanna use?”

You held up two mask one was a aloe mask used to make your skin shine and glow and the other was a clay mask that was used to clean pores that were deep in the skin.

“Hmm let’s do the clay on last time you had me looking like a shiny diamond with the other mask.” You huffed but nonetheless placed the mask on his face.

The two of you sat there for about fifteen minutes to let the mask do it’s work. You sat on the counter while Jack stood between your legs.

“Let’s play a little game while these dry?” He suggested. “Okay what’s the game.” He grinned.

“It’s called what’s my biggest ick, we both tell one another what our biggest ick’s about each other are.”

You squinted your eyes at Jack slightly. “And what makes you think this is a good idea?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t think it’s a good idea but come on I know I don’t have any bad ick’s.” You laughed.

“Okay so my biggest ick about you is the fact that you take hours to get ready.” Jack said with a smirk on his face.

“And? I’m a woman I’m gonna take hours to get ready.” You told him. “You can’t get mad they said this is good therapy for couples.” Jack said quickly.

“Okay Jack since this is good therapy.” You stated with a bitter tone.

“My biggest ick about you is the fact that you treasure those damn Pokémon cards more than me.” He gasped and covered his mouth with his hands.

“No you didn’t.” He said in disbelief.

“Did I lie? I mean come on I love Pokémon too but you literally dust off every single page everyday, you won’t even go to bed until you’ve counted each card and cleaned each card.”

You weren’t lying Jack treated his Pokémon collection like it was gold.

One night the two of you were in the bed just kissing and loving on each other when he suddenly remembered he had to go clean them.

“You know what I don’t think I wanna play this game anymore.” He mumbled making you laugh.

“Oh don’t act like that now when you just stated you can’t get mad now.” You mimicked his voice.

“But come on it’s time to take these off.” You told him and removed his mask along with your face, after you took them off you washed your face and Jack washed his.

You placed a few flower themed pimple patches on the red spots on his face and the two of you made your way downstairs.

“What are we making?” You looked through the fridge trying to find something that looked good but nothing seemed to pop out to you.

“You wanna order in some wings and fries?” Jack nodded his head and took out his wallet. “Sounds good baby.”

While the two of you waited for the food to arrive you both laid on the couch together trying to find something to watch before the food got there.

“What do you feel like watching? Something scary or something cute.”

You asked Jack as you scrolled through all the different types of movies on Netflix but Jack wasn’t paying attention though, he was focused on you.

Jack appreciated nights like this he loved how you didn’t care to spend a night in with him and that you weren’t all about the going out and being seen type vibe.

He was lucky he had someone who was understanding of his lifestyle, someone who understood him and loved him for him.

He knew nobody was perfect but you on the other hand you were perfect in his eyes at least.

“Jack?!” The sound of your voice brought him out of his little trance. There you sat with a worried look on your face. “Yeah babe?”

“I’ve been calling you name for the past five minutes are you okay?” You asked him. He smiled and nodded.

“I’m okay I’m just admiring my girl.” He grinned when you looked away but he knew you had a small smile on your face.

“Why you hiding? Lemme see that face.” He leaned up a bit on his spot from the couch and grabbed your chin and turned your face to meet his.

“You know I don’t like when you hide from me.” He said. “I know.” You mumbled.

“So why are you hiding?” You shrugged your shoulders. “You just make me nervous but in a good way.” You told him and Jack chuckled.

“I love you.” He whispered softly. “I love you too Jack but hurry up and kiss me.”

He chuckled but nonetheless pulled you into his and pressed his lips against your lips.

You felt his grip on you tighten as he moved his lips passionately against yours.

The show the two of you put on was long forgotten about now, the only thing that mattered was being wrapped up in Jack’s arms and giving him endless kisses.

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Herbie (M) ~Bang Chan | 02

Pairing: Mechanic!Chan x F.Reader Themes: Smut | Fluff | Friends to Lovers (kind of) Word Count: ~5k | AO3 Synopsis: As it turned out, your hot mechanic friend also had a crush on you. After rocking your world in his repair shop’s office, you wake up the next day on his bed in his clothes, ready to spend a lazy morning together. [This is a second and final part to Herbie]. Warnings: curvy/chubby reader · pet names · this is like super domestic · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut).

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Author’s Note: does it count as friends to lovers if they already fucked and were planning to go on a date???? i honestly don’t know lol. but anyway, i felt like writing the morning after the events of Herbie, so here we are ! i think i’ve gotten all the wiggles out with this one, so for now i hope this remains as a two shot~

Smut Warnings: oral [F.Rec] · nipple play · protected penetration (piv) · honestly there’s hardly anything to warn about this is all so soft

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

You could feel movement all around, you could hear movement all around. The gentle rustle of fabric, soft tapping sounds on the tiles, the flow of water… You weren’t really sure if you were fully awake and actually noticing these things, or if you were still dreaming. All you knew for sure was that the pillow under your head, the one between your thighs, and the duvet over your frame were incredibly soft and comfortable.

After a long while, you felt movement again, and then you felt warmth. 

The gentle feeling of plush lips on your forehead brought your senses back to the land of the living, and, in a second, you remembered. Herbie had died on you, Chris had saved you once again, he’d made you feel loved and wanted and cared for in just a few hours, he’d brought you to his place and talked with you until you both were too tired to keep your eyes open, he’d given you one of his t-shirts to wear to bed, and right now, he’d just kissed your forehead and he was pulling away.

“Where you going…?” You mumbled, blindly reaching for him.

Chris chuckled, leaning in and pressing a kiss on your cheek. “I have to walk Wolfgang. I’ll be back in no time, you continue sleeping. Hm?”

A pout made its way onto your lips, but you hummed in agreement anyway, because there was no way you’d stop him from taking Wolfgang on a walk. Wolfgang deserved all the walks.

With one more kiss to your forehead and a ‘be right back, beautiful’, Chris left the room, and after a few minutes you heard the front door open and close behind him. You changed positions, laying on your other side–taking special care to move the pillow between your legs with you, because there was nothing more comfortable when you had big thighs than having a pillow between your legs when you laid on your side.

As you laid there, only half awake, your brain started recounting the events of the night. You’d been at Chris’ place a couple of times throughout the past handful of months, but never this late, and never this long. You’d always been comfortable with him, but yesterday, sitting face to face on his sofa, with Wolfgang napping on the floor right by your feet was just something else.

It was nice to be able to talk so freely with him, even more than you were already doing before. The topics ranged from what you were going to do with Herbie, to commenting on whichever show you both had been watching these days, and even to heartfelt confessions.

‘Always knew I was attracted to you, but I’m gonna be fully honest, the moment you kept talking to me after our two hour video call where all I did was ramble about Pokémon, I knew there was no going back for me’, Chris had told you, and you had simply laughed, telling him how oddly specific that was, to which he also laughed and offered a ‘you’re laughing, but I’ve seriously had people ghost me after something like that. Some just don’t get it!’

You clearly fell asleep again, because the next thing you registered was Chris slinging an arm over your waist and pulling you back to his chest. You vaguely registered the ‘welcome back, baby’ that came out of your mouth, just like you vaguely registered Chris’ lips on your neck, pressing soft kisses on your skin while he mumbled a ‘thank you, pretty’.

You laid there in Chris’ arms for a while, until he started to snore and you started to feel like you really needed to go to the bathroom. Chris was holding on tight to you, so you had a bit of difficulty pulling yourself away from his embrace. He seemed to barely even register it, his snoring remained steady as you walked past a sleeping Wolfgang, out of the room, and into the bathroom.

After relieving yourself and splashing a bit of water on your face, you cringed a bit at the fact that you couldn’t apply your moisturiser, but as you looked at the brand new toothbrush Chris had given you last night, sitting right next to his in a cup on the sink, you figured it was a small price to pay for being here. You looked at yourself in the mirror, admittedly smiling a bit like a fool as you remembered the events of the night again. Sigh, I’m down bad, bad, huh? was all you could think while a small giggle passed your lips.

With a fresh face, an empty bladder, and a minty mouth, you finally made your way back to Chris’ room, yawning and stretching a bit before you finally tucked yourself back under the covers to find a pouty Chris looking at you with only one eye open. You just smiled at him and gave him a quick peck before you snuggled closer, tucking your head under his chin.

Chris hummed, bringing an arm under your neck to curl around your shoulders, just as he took a hold of your thigh to hoist it over his hip and push a leg between yours, essentially tangling your limbs together so you could be as close as possible. Even if it was just a simple gesture, your heart was racing, feeling just so incredibly full.

“Would it scare you off if I told you I like waking up with you on my bed?” Chris mumbled against your hair, leisurely dragging his hand up and down your bare thigh as he spoke.

“It takes a lot to scare me off”, you chuckled, giving in to the urge of attaching your lips to his collarbone. How could you not kiss him there when he was shirtless and his skin looked just so incredibly kissable? And even more so when the gentle morning light filtering through the drapes was enough for you to see his skin flush with each peck of your lips.

After a few moments of you just kissing Chris’ collarbones, his chest, his neck, you felt the warmth of his hand leave your thigh, only to appear again on your chin. He tilted your head up a bit to get you to look at him. There was such a sincere smile on his lips, you just weren’t sure where to focus, on that smile, on his brown eyes, or on the barely perceptible freckles under them. You just couldn’t help the heat that spread over your face at the sight.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful, you know?” Chris leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And cute”, another one on your cheek bone. “Pretty”, and another on the tip of your nose.

Heat pooled in the pit of your stomach, just with his words and his gentle kisses you could feel minute shivers running up and down your spine and the fine hairs on your arms stand on end. Before you could even say anything, Chris was kissing you, slowly, tenderly savouring you. He returned his hand to your thigh, squeezing all the way up, holding you tight against him as he finally reached your bum to sneak his fingers under your underwear so he could grab a proper handful, eliciting the tiniest moan to fly past your lips and get lost in his mouth.

You brought your hands to his head to card your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp as you went, and, with a groan, Chris moved, gently pushing you onto your back as he laid on top of you, not stopping the movements of his lips against yours for a second.

With a hand still tangled in his hair, barely pulling the strands, and the other roaming his back, you just let yourself enjoy the feel of him pressed against you. His warm skin under your hands, his weight on you, his lips on you, there was honestly nothing else on your mind other than Chris and his warmth.

Finally detaching himself from your mouth, Chris trailed kisses all the way to your neck, where he settled to suck and nibble on your skin, making you squirm and whine softly. One of his fingers twisted on the side of your underwear as he continued his motions on your neck, seemingly in no hurry to take the garment off at all, almost like he was doing it just to keep his fingers busy, or even to tease you a bit–if that were the case, it was certainly working.

Trailing all the way back up your throat, his mouth found yours again, and he kissed you deeply, pushing his tongue inside your mouth as soon as you parted your lips for him. He was wearing only his boxers, so you could feel him already hard against you. That, coupled with his kisses, with his hold on you, had wetness pooling at your core, all combined had lewd noises escaping your mouth.

When Chris finally untwisted his fingers from your underwear, he propped himself on one elbow for leverage, moving his hand up from where it’d been pressed against your hip, slowly dragging it all the way up to your ribs, bringing the hem of the tee you were wearing with it, encouraging goosebumps to raise on your skin with the soft movement.

“Mind if I take this off?” Chris mumbled against your lips, pressing a brief kiss on your lips for good measure.

You just shook your head, giving him the go-ahead. If he didn’t get you naked now you were sure you’d combust, you never thought you’d ever needed anyone in your life quite like you were needing Chris at this very moment.

Chris shuffled a bit, moving to kneel between your legs just as he took a hold of the hem of your t-shirt, carefully pulling it over your head, leaving you in nothing but your knickers.

“Fuck…” You could see his eyes jump all over you, taking in the sight of your bare chest, and it occurred to you then that he hadn’t seen your full naked body last night. He might’ve ravished your cunt like a starved man, but that didn’t seem to stop him from blushing at the sight of your bare breasts. “Look at these…”

Cupping your tits, Chris squeezed them gently, kneaded them, just overall felt them in his hands, warming you up, and you couldn’t help but flush. 

“Thought you were an ass guy”.

Chris’ eyes snapped back up to yours, and he laughed, but the movement of his hands didn’t stop. “Baby, I’m an everything guy. Fuck, wish I had more hands. Wanna touch you everywhere”.

His comment made you laugh, too, but the sound quickly caught in your throat as soon as his thumbs dragged over your nipples.

He did it again, with a bit more pressure this time. The action had heat creeping on your face, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip to contain the obscene sounds that were threatening to come out of your mouth. Chris, on the other hand, looked absolutely delighted.

“You’re sensitive here, too, huh?” He had a smirk plastered on his face, and whichever thought that was crossing your mind completely flew out the window the second he started to roll your nipples between his fingers, applying the tiniest bit of pressure, just enough to make you close your eyes and your thighs twitch. “Don’t hold back, gorgeous. Let me hear those pretty noises I know you can make. Hm?”

You didn’t think you could flush any further, but here you were, feeling heat everywhere. On your face, your neck, between your legs… And the feeling seemed to intensify the further he worked your chest, the further you let quiet noises slip out of your lips as you barely held his gaze.

“Chris?”

“Hm?”

“Want… Want your mouth”.

As soon as you said the words, Chris dived, gently sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You simply moaned, threading your fingers through his hair once again to further push him against your chest. With his mouth on one nipple and his fingers on the other, his motions had sparks of pleasure coursing through your body, shooting straight to your now aching core.

Chris focused on your chest for a while, shifting his mouth from one nipple to the other occasionally to provide equal attention, mumbling mindless words of praise in between, ‘gorgeous tits… So soft here, huh…? Wanna kiss you all over…’ effectively driving you up the wall. You yourself could hear the desperation in your voice whenever you moaned or whined or whimpered under his tongue, and it was right when you were close to begging for more that he finally detached his mouth from your chest entirely, swearing under his breath.

In one swift movement he’d yanked your underwear off, pushed your legs apart, and found his way between your thighs, attaching his mouth to your clit and sucking on it. The movement was so sudden you just couldn’t contain your sounds of delight, what started as a moan ended as an incredulous laugh that Chris matched immediately, the rumble of his laugh enhancing the tingles of pleasure that extended to all your limbs. He removed his mouth from your heat only long enough to shift his weight so he could lay comfortably on his stomach, take a hold of the back of your thighs, and push them towards your chest to get better access to your centre.

As soon as his mouth resumed its motions between your legs you sighed, melting completely under the gentle nudges of his tongue.

After bringing one of your thighs over his shoulder, Chris blindly reached for your hand. As soon as he found his target, he took a hold of your hand and brought it to his head, and you couldn’t help but chuckle softly as you dragged your fingertips over his scalp.

“So you… Like it when I play with your hair?”

Chris just hummed in response, with a hint of a smile in the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, sucking a tad bit harder on your clit to make his point. You just laughed, not because it was particularly funny, but because it was the only way your body knew how to express the feelings coursing through you right now. And when you tugged on his hair, he just buried himself deeper, closing his eyes and humming once again, a sound of unadulterated satisfaction that had fire burning deep inside of you.

He was moving just so leisurely, like he had all the time in the world to be just here, right between your legs, a complete contrast to how borderline desperate he’d been last night. Every time he opened his eyes and looked at you, you could barely even hold his gaze, the slow but precise licks and sucks and kisses had your head swimming, had you quietly moaning and whimpering as you got lost in the stars twinkling in his eyes.

Much like yesterday, he looked at you with want, need, hunger, but in a different way. A softer, gentler way that somehow also had your toes curling, had you throwing your head back in glee, and had your heart growing ten sizes in your chest.

Detaching his lips from you briefly, Chris got a finger in his mouth, thoroughly coating it in his saliva to then bring it to your entrance, pushing it in to lightly massage your sweet spot as the hand he had on the thigh over his shoulder kept squeezing your flesh.

You could feel your legs start to tremble as he added more fingers, as he increased his speed, stuffing you full of three of his digits while his hand moved up your thigh to rest on your lower belly, kneading and gripping the soft skin in tandem with his mouth on your clit and his fingers in your cunt, and you honestly were starting to think you’d died and gone to heaven. 

You genuinely weren’t sure how long Chris spent working you up, touching you, kissing you, fucking you open with his fingers, kneading your soft flesh with his hand. It could’ve been seconds, minutes, or even hours, but neither of you seemed to mind or care at all; all you cared about was the feel of him between your legs, the smell of his shampoo on the pillow below your head, his hair between your fingers, and how incredibly close he was getting you to your impending release.

Nothing had ever tasted sweeter than Chris’ name on your tongue once he finally pushed you over the edge, nothing had ever felt as satisfying as the way he softly sucked and licked at your clit to drag the very last wave of pleasure he could out of you. Your body slumped when you started to come down from your high, and your legs twitched a bit when he placed one final kiss on your clit and removed his fingers from your still sensitive walls.

Chris kissed his way up your body, lightly sucking on your skin as he went until his mouth found yours, leaving you breathless with the passion of his kiss and the slow grind of his hips against your core, surely getting his underwear drenched in your juices as he continuously dragged the outline of his erection over your folds. He didn’t seem to mind or care at all, in fact, he seemed to be just completely lost in the feel of you under him, in the feel of your tongue against his own, and the feel of your fingers gently running down his back.

“Baby…” You mumbled, resting one of your hands on his shoulder and the other on his round bottom. “Baby, need to breathe”.

Chris chuckled, pulling his mouth from yours to repeatedly kiss your cheeks, finally stopping the movement of his hips between your legs, but keeping himself flush to your body. “Sorry”.

“No, you’re not”, you laughed, still slightly breathless, but you hugged him tight anyway.

“No, I’m not”, Chris gave you a cheeky smile, looking absolutely pleased with himself, and, honestly, while you still felt pleasure coursing through your body from your orgasm, you just couldn’t find it in you to pretend to be mad at him.

Pulling himself off of you fully to give you a breather, Chris got rid of his underwear, and you propped yourself on your elbows to just look at him in all his glory, broad, strong, naked… 

“You’re unfairly handsome, you now?”

Chris giggled, a pink tint coloured his cheeks, and he shook his head side to side while he found his way between your legs once again, kneeling on the bed, sitting back on his heels and looking down at you with an incredibly fascinating mix of endearment and lust swimming in his eyes. Scooting as close to you as he could, he placed a hand on your thigh just as he brought the other close to his mouth to spit on it. After spreading his saliva all over his shaft, he finally closed his fist around his length to leisurely stroke himself.

“I wholeheartedly believe you’re the pretty one in this relationship”.

A teasing smile spread on your face, and you quirked a brow at him, ignoring any possible self-deprecating comment your brain immediately came up with at that moment, choosing instead to focus on holding back the laugh that was threatening to come out of your mouth. “Oh? So we’re in a relationship?”

“If you want to be”, Chris tightened his hold on your thigh, but kept the movement of the hand working his cock the same slow, steady pace.

“Do you?”

“I do”, Chris answered in a heartbeat, giving you a genuine smile, an adorable smile that made his eyes disappear and his dimples show on his cheeks, and you were sure your heart was about to burst out of your chest.

You replied confidently anyway, because if there was one thing that Chris made you feel was confident, and fearless. “I do, too”.

Chris was about to say something, but whatever it was died on his tongue, replaced with a groan when Wolfgang suddenly jumped on the bed and found his way towards you, sniffing you and attempting to lick your cheeks, making you laugh while you tried to pull away.

Chris let go of his cock immediately, taking a hold of Wolfgang’s collar to keep him from jumping on you and crushing you. “Dude, this is quite possibly the worst moment for you to show affection. Go away”.

Wolfgang, however, took this as a sign to start playing, shifting his attention from you to Chris in a heartbeat and trying to jump on his shoulders, hitting your leg with his wagging tail in the process. “Dude!”

You honestly couldn’t stop laughing.

“Come here, you giant twit”, Chris scooped Wolfgang into his arms. With admittedly a bit of difficulty since his dog kept trying to play while Chris held him, he got out of bed and left the bedroom entirely. You could hear Wolfgang’s tail hitting the walls as they went, just like you could hear Chris lecturing him. ‘You can’t do this to me. You gotta understand the act of making puppies is very, very sacred. Think of the bro code, dude. You can’t just interrupt and jump on my girl like that!’

Your laughs turned to soft chuckles, and you reached for your eyes to wipe the tears that had collected at the corners. Shuffling could be heard in the living room, and then you heard running water.

After a moment, Chris came back into the room, huffing in annoyance, and ruffling his hair. The sight of his length half hard and bobbing between his legs with every step was oddly amusing to you.

“What’d you do?” You asked as soon as Chris was back into your arms and nestled between your legs so he could kiss you.

“Gave him a scolding and a Kong filled with treats to entertain himself”, he mumbled between kisses, propping himself on an elbow.

The cold feeling of his still slightly moist hand dragging down your side made you shiver.

“Don’t scold Wolfgang. He’s a good boy, he just wants to play”, you chuckled, speaking between kisses.

“What about me?” Chris pulled himself away from your hold, reaching for his nightstand. “I wanna play, too, but I can’t if he’s here”.

“Got performance anxiety?” You watched Chris rummage the first drawer of his nightstand, where he clearly didn’t find what he was looking for.

Chris chuckled, opening the second drawer and rummaging the contents there, too. “Why? Wanna get fucked with an audience? Can’t give you that, babe. I want you all to myself”.

He finally found what he was looking for, a condom, which he immediately opened and rolled over his once again fully hard length. “Besides, doesn’t it unsettle you a bit to have Wolfgang specifically watch us have sex?”

“Only if he tries to get involved”, you chuckled.

“Freaky, huh?”

You licked your lips when Chris got comfortable between your legs again and started to drag the head of his cock up and down your slit. “Not even close to being the weirdest thing about me”.

“True”, he chuckled. “The way you wash the dishes both fascinates me and puzzles me to this day”.

He just kept dragging the tip of his length all over your cunt, spreading your juices around, stopping at your entrance sometimes but not going in. He was very obviously teasing you, and you couldn’t help but whine. “Babe…”

“What?” He grinned at you, brushing your clit with his tip briefly, only to dip back down to tease your entrance.

“Christopher”, a pout made its way onto your lips, just as you rolled your hips to try and get him to go in. Sadly, it didn’t work. If anything, it only made Chris giggle.

“God, you’re just so cute”, he was giggling still, and you would’ve probably said something about it, had he not eased himself into your heat with one swift movement, filling you up fully, making you gasp. 

Chris leaned into you, propping himself on his elbows to plant a kiss on your lips. You simply hugged him close, caressing his lower back, softly tracing the dimples there with one of your fingers just as your free hand made its way to his bum again, squeezing once he started to move, ever so slowly.

“So, so cute”, Chris mumbled against your lips, and you just hummed in response. 

Parting from your lips, he started a trail of kisses from your cheek to your neck, mumbling between each press of his lips against your skin. “So soft, too…”

He dragged his hand up and down your thigh, squeezing sporadically, keeping that slow pace of his hips. “Tight…” 

You couldn’t help but whine, your brain once again turning to putty with every drag of his cock against your walls, with every tight squeeze to your soft flesh, with every love bite he left on your skin… Bringing your other hand to his buttock, you grabbed a handful in each hand, revelling in the way Chris groaned against your neck and how his pace picked up the tiniest bit.

A part of you–a very needy, greedy part of you–wanted to beg him to go faster, to go harder, but another part of you simply wanted to enjoy his slow and precise movements, especially when Chris seemed to be enjoying it all just like this.

As you dragged the tip of one of your fingers up his spine, he swore under his breath and kissed you, so deeply you weren’t sure what had you involuntarily clenching around him, if it was the feeling of his tongue against yours, or his cock stretching you open and hitting the utmost sensitive areas within your walls.

Detaching himself from your mouth, Chris pressed his forehead against yours, the lack of barrier letting your soft moans freely spill from your lips.

One of his hands found yours, linking your fingers together, holding it tight and pressing it to the mattress as you mindlessly whispered sweet nothings to him. How good he felt inside of you, how well he was fucking you open, how handsome he was… Anything and everything that came to your hazy mind, all while Chris just groaned lowly, sounding just so incredibly lost in the feeling of you and your body it almost made you lightheaded.

Burying his cock as deep as he could, he stilled, catching your mouth in a heated kiss when you buried your hand in his hair and tugged.

“Sit on me”, Chris mumbled against your mouth, pressing a brief kiss on your lips right after for good measure.

You simply nodded in response. The sudden lack of his body heat, of his length inside of you, of his weight on you, almost gave you whiplash, but you moved regardless, and as soon as Chris was on his back, you straddled him, keeping yourself lifted enough to align his cock with your entrance.

You couldn’t help but moan once he was back within your warmth, just like Chris didn’t seem to be able to hold back his groan of satisfaction when he was snugly buried to the hilt. Bringing his hands to your hips, he squeezed hard on your soft flesh, swearing under his breath as he took in the sight of you fully sitting on his lap.

“Fuck, look at you–” He all but choked on his words as soon as you started to move, bracing yourself on his chest for leverage so you could bounce on his cock.

“Was this what you’d imagined?” You asked, admittedly a bit breathless. “During your–Fuck… Your hip thrust sets?”

“Baby…” Planting his feet firmly on the bed, and with his tight grip on your hips, Chris started to thrust up, so suddenly you fell on your elbows at either side of his head, moaning loudly. “It’s… So… Much… Better”, he emphasised each word with sharp thrusts, hitting your walls just right, making you whine.

You tried your best to match his pace, bringing your hips down when he brought his up. You could feel your soft flesh rippling every time your bodies collided, and you honestly couldn’t contain the sounds that were flying past your lips as Chris kept relentlessly ramming into you.

“You’re a fucking dream”, Chris groaned, pulling one of your arms behind your back and holding it in place with one of his strong hands to keep you flush against his body, chest against chest, while his other hand moved from your hip to grab a handful of your ass. “You take it so fucking well, fuck…”

All you could do was whine as you buried your head in the crook of his neck, attaching your lips to his throat in an attempt to muffle the pathetic sounds that were coming out of your mouth. As soon as your free hand made its way into Chris’ hair and tugged, he groaned, and his hands tightened their hold on you in response.

The longer you stayed there taking a pounding, the longer your clit rubbed against his lower abdomen, the more you felt your sanity slip between your fingers, leaving nothing in your mind but Chris and his cock ramming into you and his hands holding onto you.

You wanted to tell him how close you were, but you honestly weren’t sure if the words came out of your mouth at all. All you knew for sure was that after one particularly hard thrust you finally found your gratifying relief, mindlessly biting on Chris’ shoulder to somehow keep your mind a bit grounded through it all.

You vaguely registered Chris swearing, loudly, repeatedly, until the hand on your rear pushed you flush against him and the most delicious sounds flew past his lips as he came. You clenched around him, somewhat on purpose, somewhat because he just sounded so incredibly hot when he groaned and moaned so close to your ear you just couldn’t help your body’s reaction to him.

“Fucking hell…” Chris mumbled, turning his head enough to absentmindedly press kisses on your cheek, finally letting go of your arm and your buttock so he could wrap his arms tightly around your waist, holding you close.

You turned your head fully, catching his mouth in yours for a slow, gentle kiss, moving the hand that had been held on your back to softly caress his cheek while the other simply played with the more than mussed curls on his head. 

You both laid there for a moment, until Chris muttered a ‘gimme a sec, baby. Gotta get rid of this fucking condom before I go soft and cum gets everywhere’. 

So you got off of him, dropping to the side to catch your breath as you watched him leave the room to dispose of the soiled latex and come back in less than a minute. As soon as he was back on the bed he asked you to lay on top of him again, and you did, chuckling a bit once you straddled him and rested your weight on him.

“So this is why you wanted me, huh? So you could use me as your own personal weighted blanket?”

Chris just laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist and burying a hand in your hair to softly massage your scalp. “How do you even come up with this stuff?”

“I’m a part-time comedian”, tucking your head under his chin, you couldn’t help but sigh, feeling content, and immensely satisfied.

Chris hummed, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “And a full time cutie”.

You pulled yourself away from his neck briefly, regarding him with a smile before you kissed him.

“Have you ever had Venezuelan food?” Chris asked as soon as you pulled back from the kiss, softly caressing your back.

“No, why?”

“There’s this really good place in the city centre I think you’d like… Was thinking maybe we could go there tonight”.

You quirked a brow at him with a teasing smile on your lips. “For our date?”

“God, yeah”, Chris giggled, blushing a bit as if he hadn’t just fucked you dumb, and somehow the sight of him blushing made your face heat up as well. “For someone so dense, you’re incredibly confident sometimes, you know? No wonder you got me all smitten like a fool”.

“Ohhh, you’re smitten?” You couldn’t help but tease him further.

“And like a fool. That’s a very important part”, Chris grinned at you.

You kissed him, because why wouldn’t you when he was so cute and hot and his lips were so kissable? Especially when he was almost glowing with the after-effects of his high, and when he was looking at you with borderline sparkly eyes.

“I like you so much, Chris. It’s embarrassing”, you mumbled against his mouth, pressing another kiss on his lips to emphasise your statement.

“At least we can be embarrassing fools together”, Chris giggled, but the sound quickly turned into an annoyed groan as he felt the bed dip again when Wolfgang jumped on it, carrying a penguin plushie in his mouth, doing little hops, and wagging his tail so fervently all you could do was coo and laugh.

Herbie had indeed been a bad financial investment, but, at this very moment, all that monetary loss seemed to pale in comparison to how happy and full you felt. As you rolled off of Chris and he lunged at Wolfgang, essentially wrestling with his dog while he laughed, you were more than certain that it had all been worth it, and that you were more than ready to build your romantic relationship with Chris.

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[h-didanart]

I MADE IT

CHARACTER REF SHEETS

FINALLY I CAN SHARE THESE GUYS PROPERLY

:D

*ahem* Hello fellow fans and au makers! I am here to showcase my silly little au. Allow me to introduce you to our main characters:

These are Sunset and Moonlight, from The Sunset and Moonlight show! Close ups and info dump below

Where to start where to start, okay, a general description of the AU should be good to start with yeah? Yeah

This is a swap au, but unlike what I usually see swap AUs do, this is less of a full personality swap and more of a ‘bend the characters to a point where they change roles’ thing.

NOW. THE CHARACTERS THEMSELVES—

Sunset Rays Celestial-

Sun is a tired and apathetic guy. He would like to be left all alone in his room for the rest of his days, but that’s not really a good thing so he’s fine just living a calm and drama-free life.

His hobbies include cleaning, painting, sewing, and gaming. The cleaning has gotten embedded into his code to a concerning degree, he will clean a spot over and over for hours if he’s having a bad day. He got into art while he was undergoing “repairs”, he found painting to be a fun activity despite its messiness, and sewing has proven to be fruitful for his wardrobe. He’s gotten so good at these that he actually gets commissions and is paid very well. He prefers to draw with pastels and markers when he can. The video games are a shared hobby with his twin brother, Moon, they both play together sometimes. His favorite game is Cult of the Lamb.

He has a malfunction of sorts where his voice box will give out randomly and he’ll be unable to talk. It’s annoying but he doesn’t really mind, he has gotten really good at sign language from it. Plus, he uses it as an excuse to avoid talking to Moon whenever he gets the chance to.

The Computer absolutely hates his guts and has sent him off to various different dimensions. He’s acquainted with quite a few people and even has friends.

He has very good aim, both in video games and physically. He usually uses it to throw something at Moon to get his attention. Or to get him to leave him alone. Or to annoy him. Or just because. This has proved to be a really bad habit.

Despite being generally apathetic, he’s actually pretty good with emotions, being able to read them well on others and act accordingly.

He also knows magic.

Crescent Moonlight Celestial-

Moon is an energetic and nervous guy. He wants nothing more than to live happily with his brother. And do science, he’s a nerd.

His hobbies include science and gaming. On the side of science he specializes on robotics, programming, and inter dimensional studies, with some advanced physics as well. He’s a genius, basically. Gaming is a shared hobby between him and his twin brother, they both play together sometimes. He seems to have taken a liking to the Kingdom Hearts series, but Pokémon will forever have his heart.

The killing code is very much still in him, it manifests as heat on the back of his head and irritability. During a full kill code episode he’ll be extremely aggressive, on top of having increased physical capabilities and virtually no filter. He dreads having those and constantly checks his temperature. Independent from the kill code he has a bad temper.

He isn’t exactly a ‘people’s person’ yet due to having been the active Daycare Attendant for a few months he has grown acquainted with a few of the Pizzaplex animatronics. Montgomery took a liking to him. Because money.

Because of reasons he has a lot of bunkers on a lot of different parts of the world. He remembers them all thanks to the collection of tree branches he has picked up when he visited. These are jokingly called The Whacking Sticks (and is a genuine joke, he just likes collecting sticks)

He wanted to learn emotions better so he decided to find the code that controls emotions in himself and turned it on all the way. He’s starting to realize this wasn’t a good idea.

A master acrobat, he loves flying with the wire.

In case it wasn’t clear yet, Sun and Moon switch places in this au. Things may change, and I may come up with funny details later, but I hope you had fun reading this little introduction to my au

More stuff about them to come at some point!

[axciea]

look you only posted abt pokémon gravity falls like a few hours ago but if you need an excuse to post more….. i need it all please and thank you (take your time!)

Omg absolutely! Any chance to be a raving lunatic. Here’s Mullet!Stan and his umbreon as well as my wip for when Stan and Ford reunite post portal pre weirdmageddon. I kinda wanna incorporate more body language into my art so it tells a story and what it really does is hurt my own feelings while I’m drawing because they were so close as kids and teens and then Stan is left all alone and when they reunite they’re still distant. AAAAAAAAAAA anyway back to the Pokémon but. I feel like they’d watch their Umbreon and Espeon play together just like when they were kids and they’d start talking about like “remember when…” and then eventually they’d get to the part where they go “We used to be like that… what happened to us? Where has all the time gone?” AAUGHHHHHHHHHHHH. Other Pokémon I think they’d have and keep from when they were children: Stan has a poliwrath and a shedinja while ford has ninjask and politoed. They caught a nincada together in one of their adventures into the woods and Ford gets ninjask because that’s the actual Pokémon bc he’s like the only kid that matters in their fathers eyes while stan gets shedinja because it’s just the husk of the other Pokémon, a byproduct really because you can only get a shedinja if you have an empty slot on your team :3. I’ll get more into politoed and poliwrath in my next post because it’s so long :).

[st0nedghostygorl]

This is my first smutty story in the longest time so please be kind. I ended up having a dream after waking up and discovering I missed Hans Valentine’s live. I woke up and had to write it out, so this is what I came up with.

⚠️18+ this contains material not suitable for minors. ⚠️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

Summary- D&D turned naughty.

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Genres smut, friends to lovers

Triggers- Sex while stoned, choking, rough sex, a hint of cnc

Here we go you guys, I hope you like it.

It was a gloomy rainy day but that meant it was perfect. Today was D&D day. With your favorite people that you haven’t seen in a while because of their busy schedules.

You get your favorite dice together and pack your bag. You make sure you have your famous pokemon tin ready and make sure you grab a new lighter. You are sporting a black zip up raincoat with just a shirt on under with nice jeans that accentuate your curves and some cool sneakers. Your hair down and curled.

You arrive and the house is already alive. Happiness and light are pouring out of the windows. It makes your heart swell. Oh how badly you missed being here. Han opens the door “Y/N! You finally made it!!” moving to the side of the door so you can make your way through. But you are frozen, he’s wearing your favorite yellow shirt, the one that makes your stomach flip, with a flannel tied around his waist with black jeans. You shyly blush and head in. You can’t look at him for long or you aren’t responsible for your actions.

You set your stuff down and take your tin out. Yelling to Seungmin to get his butt over here and don’t make you smoke alone. He bounces over in a purple hoodie, his hair a little disheveled, a big grin on his face. You take out your famous Pokémon card tin to reveal several blunts. “Jesus these are so skinny I swear I didn’t roll these.” And it’s true, you didn’t. Your friend rolled them since they can do it better. Han pipes in “with the hybrid you get you don’t need a lot so it’s a good thing” you laugh and nod because you know it’s true. With the strain you get for dnd you’d be bouncing off the walls in no time. You hand one to Seungmin and head outside into the rain. You have to pass Han and you gently motion him to come with. You guys smoke outside huddled under the little awning outside the back door. It felt so good to be there with them again. Seungmin is talking about what could happen in the session today, wondering if today is the day that we slay the big dragon. Or if it is more story building which would be fine because it's been a while since we played in this world, or maybe a dungeon crawl. He goes on with possibilities and you just smile, leaning against the wall, taking in the sight. The smell of the two boys, the smell of the rain, the smell of the familiar house. You were never happier than being here with them.

When the three of you were done, you followed Han into the maze of their apartment and got turned around. You try to yell out for help but it’s a hoarse voice and only one could hear. He pokes his head out offering a silly smile to you that makes your panic erase instantly. You follow him out of the maze and you figure out your misstep. Even though you’ve been here multiple times, the layout is crap and they all have stuff EVERYWHERE. “OOOHHHH it’s a left. Got it.” You hear Han chuckle as he leads you to the table and sits across from you.

Bang Chan is the Dm, of course. They roped Hyunjin into playing along with Felix. Sometimes I.N, Lee Know and Changbin make appearances but they have characters that can come in and out of the story easy. You play for the next few hours laughing and smiling and enjoying yourself. Happy to see the boys relax after so long.

After the session you’re about to head to the bathroom to freshen up when you’re pulled into a room. The bedrooms are like mini studio apartments. A little kitchenette with two cabinets on the bottom and two on top, a bed with a window and a nice bathroom with a claw foot tub and a separate standing shower.

You are pushed into the counters and you see Hans face pop into your field of vision. “Han, what’s going on?” asking confused because its even darker in the room then out in the hallway. “Sorry Y/N I could stop thinking about you during that session. You came here looking so nice and it’s been a while since I’ve seen you” you giggle thinking you were the only one. His face is only a short distance away from yours.

You kiss him. He’s stunned. You peck his lips for a couple of seconds until he kisses you back. He kisses you so deep a rumble of a growl comes up his throat making you weak to your knees. He boosts you up so you’re sitting on the counter now. Never disconnecting your lips. His hands run down your sides and he pulls you closer so there’s no room between you both. You whimper into his mouth while he sports a cocky grin.

It’s dark in the room but the sparks between you are flying. He sucks little spots into your neck while you softly grind into him. Sometimes he breaks contact to drop his head for a second and lets out a moan himself from the friction you are creating. You pull his face into yours and kiss him. While he is distracted you reach for his zipper. He moans into your mouth. “Ji, is this okay?” pulling away slightly, asking him because you never thought that this would happen. He has been your friend for so long, but you always wanted him to be more. He breaks your train of thought with a breathy exhale “fuck, yes Y/N, if you’re okay with it” moving to kissing your neck “fuck yes please I can’t stand it another second” shaking your head a little trying to concentrate atleast for a second.

With that his zipper is forgotten and he has tunnel vision only for you. He yanks down your pants, helping lift you off the counter just for a second. His fingers find your panties and they push them to the side. Finding your bundle of nerves your head hits the upper cabinets softly. Eyes rolling back into your skull. “Jisung plleeaaseee” you draw out while he’s teasing your clit.

He sinks one finger into your wetness without warning and the noise that came out of your mouth has him almost cumming in his pants. “Fuck” he has to kiss you. He pins you down on the counter with his hand on your hip. His fingers digging into your soft flesh, while with his other hand his finger hits your g spot. You gasp into his mouth and your hands find his hair. You grip into his hair lightly and deepen the kiss. While you grip his hair he slips in another finger “fuck! More…. please more….” you beg. He bends down so he is eye level to your wetness and uses his free hand to spread your legs further so he could have better access. But you don’t want his hand there. You grab his hand off your thigh and make him reach, placing it around your throat. He looks at you for any doubts and you silently beg him with your eyes. You pout your lip and he is overcome, pushing your head into the upper cabinets he’s choking you like your life depends on it, adding a third finger you cum immediately covering your mouth with your own hand. Your chest is heaving while you’re coming down from your own high. The weed high long forgotten. He comes to kiss you and you wrap your arms around his strong shoulders. Him fully clothed still while you are winnie the poo-ing.

He picks you up and carries you to the bed. He is so tempted to hit record on his recording equipment so he could memorize your moans but that’ll be for another day. “I need you jisung, fuck me…. fuck me please” through the haze of your first orgasm. You spread your legs open on the edge of the bed while taking off your shirt. Han clumsily takes off his pants and the flannel that was tied to his waist. But smoothly rips off his shirt in one motion. You groan and lean back when you see his muscles.

You always felt safe in his arms. You always had anxiety but somehow he was able to quiet your mind. Like right now, with any other person you’d be uncomfortable and freaking out but him? He doesn’t make you doubt a single goddamn thing. You know this is right. You know you want this. You want him. You just want to be close to him.You would give him anything for his pleasure.

He lays you both down so you are on your sides facing each other and kisses you on the lips. Hand trailing down your side down your leg he hooks your leg over his hip. He leaves a trail of goosebumps wherever he touches. And you let the feeling take over you and you completely relax into his bed. It’s fluffy and warm and smells undeniably like him. You are intoxicated just on his scent. You realized you got distracted when his hard length runs against your wetness. A gasp escapes your mouth and he looks at you. You make eye contact and you smile softly at him blushing that this is finally happening. You have Han in your arms and his sole focus is on you. You run your hand over his bangs and tuck his hair behind his ear and he slowly pushes into you. His eyes never leave yours, your mouth drops open in a silent scream. He pushes in deeper and your head is thrown back into the comforter while he plays with your clit. You feel like you are levitating. He slowly bottoms out and kisses you so deeply. He speaks for the first time in a while “Y/N, you are so beautiful. So so so beautiful. You should see yourself. Stunning. I can’t, I can’t think of any other word” shaking his head a little trying to clear the fog. His voice is coming from down deep and is gruff, like his morning voice but somehow deeper. And with your fronts pressed together you can feel the reverb in his chest and your hand absentmindedly goes straight to it. Covering a bit of his heart with the tips of your fingertips, your palm covers his middle. He speaks again “I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” Seeing your eyes close and you softly smile when you feel his voice in his chest he continues “I want to keep you, never let you leave this bed. Even when I’m not here I want to know that you are safe and warm inside my bed. Come back to you and have it smell like you” he kisses the side of your face all over, while your nodding in agreement. You never want to leave this bed. Please don’t take me away. Don’t make me leave, you think. Tears escape your eyes because you missed him so much. He was gone for longer then he usually is which might be why you both are jumping each other. Don’t they say distance makes the heart grow fonder?

Han starts pulling out and going back in a bit faster. “Don’t…..stop…… don’t stop talking please, keep….. fuck….. keep talking to me please” you’re practically begging by the time you get your message across. He growls “fuck Y/N” it’s like a switch flipped in him. He pins you to the bed, your back flat against it. “Keep talking to you? Do you get off to the sound of my voice?” Your legs wrapped around his itty bitty waist and follows your lead from before. His hand wraps around your throat “I should have guessed, a quiet girl like yourself would love rough kinky sex” licking his lips eyes focused on how well your core takes his circumference disappearing deeper and deeper.

It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, him being hypnotized. You can see his veins popping out in his forearm out of the corner of your eye. His never leaving you, yours roll back in your head. “Oh do you like this? Me being rough and mean?” His free hand lands loudly on your asscheek and he squeezes your neck to make sure you remember it’s there, your head feeling light and floaty. “Using my voice to help you get closer?” He squeezes your throat a little bit harder “doing exactly what you wanted?” He uses his other hand to play with your clit again. You can feel his length drag in and out harder than before, making the friction all the sweeter. Using your position to help him, you are pinned with your ass in the air him fucking into you holding you down by your throat.

“Fuck… don’t stop” you can only muster three words because he is making your brain melt. You take your breasts into your own hands because his are busy with other things. Messaging your nipples, pulling them and twisting, your head goes further back into the bed and his grip on your neck goes a little harder. You can barely breathe and his pounding is relentless. You need just one more thing to push you over the edge that you are teetering. He leans over, never letting up his pace, whispering into your ear “be my good girl and come all over my cock. With my hand wrapped around your throat, do you wanna be my good girl?” By the time he’s done with his sentence only “yessssssyessssssyessss” could only come out of your mouth. You are practically slurring the s into the next yes just begging to finish. “Please please please make me cum fuck please Han please” a jumbled sentence just tumbles your mouth begging for that band to snap. He chokes you harder into the bed and starts slapping your clit. The roughness of the slap melts into the pleasure of his relentless pounding and you finally break. Screaming into the darkness you feel a wetness spread on your lower back and you can hear it leaking out of you. He is overcome with your surprise that he loses control and cums instantly. He pulls out at the last second and cums on your thigh.

He lets go of your throat and looks down “holy shit Y/N you just squirted” “ I did???” You brace yourself into your elbows. That’s as much movement you could muster. You could never do that with a dick, only with fingers. You giggle lightly when you realize. “Han, you just made me squirt all over your cock.” He chuckles. “Haha, yeah I did fuck yeah” he comes to your side and you both relax into the wet bed for a while.

You slowly slip into unconsciousness but hear the tub filling in the background. You feel arms around you and suddenly you are floating. You smell your favorite scent and feel the heat around you, nuzzling into his chest.

Han places you into the filling tub “Do not move”. You giggle not like you were going to anyways.

You perk up when you hear a familiar sound of a tin opening. You open your eyes finally when you smell one of your favorite scents. You see Han getting into the tub behind you and he is exhaling. Smoke fills around you. Both from the hot water of the filling tub and the smoke he just let out of his lungs. He passes you the blunt while you cuddle into his chest watching the water rise around you both. Neither of you speak. You don’t need to. There’s no awkwardness or uncomfortableness. He’s humming to himself lightly and you close your eyes. Handing the blunt back and forth, feeling his deep hum in the middle of your back.

Suddenly he’s enraptured with your breasts. Playing with them with both hands watching the water run off. You feel something poking into your lower back, you giggle. He grumbles as he realizes you’re chuckling at him. “Ready for another round so soon?” You ask coyly he answers in a deep voice right next to your ear “you have no idea what you do to me”

You take an inhale off the blunt and place it to the side. You turn around and straddle him making the water splash a bit, not that either of you minded. You lift his head up to meet yours and squish his cheeks a bit so you could open his mouth. You hover your mouth over his and exhale your smoke into his open mouth. You hear him inhale as his eyes roll back.

As much as you love him on top of you, you think you like being on top of him even more. You grind down as he exhales, making his breath hitch.

You grind feeling him get harder and harder by the second. His eyes never leave you. They trace from your eyes to the blush on your chest running up to your cheeks to your breasts squishing against his toned chest. He nearly faints when he sees your softness melt into his muscles.

You lift up a bit and shove your chest into his face, smothering him. The grunt he lets out is otherworldly and you entwine your fingers in his hair for better control over his face. Controlling his breath with your breasts.

He lets out a gasp and looks up at you with the most pleading eyes, silently begging you to take control over him. Make him yours. Make him the whiny little sub he so desperately wants to be.

You chuckle “oh Hannie, loves to fuck but loves to be fucked even more hm?” He lets out a hot breath blush covering his round cheekies “yeah maybe” he drops his eyes to your chest because he’s embarrassed?

You lift his head with a finger under your chin giving him the softest smile you could “good thing we can do both, any time you want”

This makes him perk up “Really? You’re okay with that?”

“For you I would. That’s what this is, something for BOTH of us.” Emphasizing that you also care about his needs rather than just your own. You don’t know what this is or where the night is going to take you. Even if it’s still night? You have no idea what time it is. All you know is that you need him in you again and you don’t care if you have to take the reins for a little while. Seeing him soft and powerless is equally as sexy as him trying to fuck his frustrations out on you.

“I’d like to try. I’d try everything with you” he admits and kisses your cheeks. Wrapping his arms around your waist and drags you against his fully hardened length. Making you both gasp.

You smile and push your cheek into his kissing embrace. “Then we will. All of it. Together.” You wrap your arms around his neck and move to kiss him on his mouth. Lightly for a minute but you both get distracted and he deepens the kiss first.

You both are hot from the water and stoned as hell. Entangled in the bathtub with a burnt out blunt next to you. You had no idea that this evening would take this turn but you are so happy to have been pulled into his room.

Your hand finds it way back into his hair while you start grinding again. You maneuver in the cramped space to slip him inside of you while you push his face into your breasts. You feel the groan inside of his chest more than hear it. You slowly move down his length keeping his face buried. When you bottom out you finally pull his face away.

“Oh my god oh my god Jesus fuck fuck me” comes out his mouth as soon as he’s pulled away. His eyes closed, lost in the feeling. You pull his hair lightly so his jaw is angled up and you kiss and lick all over his neck. You are slowly moving up and down his hard cock.

You move to whisper in his ear. “You like it when I use you? Just like you use me? How does it feel? How does it feel to suffocate on my tits while I ride you for my own pleasure? Hm? You like being the toy?” Using his own words against him he shudders, blush deepening in his round cheeks. “You keep talking like that, Y/N, I’m going to cum so fast” you can see his eyes roll back in his skull and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

Your other hand wraps around his throat and his eyes spring open, his eyes pure black overcome with lust. You pull your other hand free from his hair and you move it down to his nipples. You start riding harder making water splash over the tub’s edge but neither of you care. You swear you can feel your wetness leak down your legs even though you are submerged in water. So much for a bath, it was supposed to make you clean but you ended up defiling it and making it filthy. He knew what he was doing climbing behind you but he never knew it would lead to this.

You twist his nipple while riding him to the tip and dropping down hard to the bottom. Choking him harder against the tub you make him stare into your eyes. “Do you like it when I take control? When you are putty under my hands? Hm? I don’t think anyone else would know what to do to you. I think I’m the only one who knows how to make you feel good. Just like you knew with me. Did you know I never squirted on a cock before? Only with fingers? How does that make you feel? Confident? But look at you now. A melted mess under my hands. I could let you suffocate for real and I think you’d come to haunt me as a ghost just to thank me.” and with those words you move forward to push your breasts back over his face. Keeping your hand choking him, you ride as hard as you can. And you feel his hot liquid coat your insides.

You let him go completely, letting his head gently rest on the back of the tub. Him a whimpering mess “I can’t take it anymore it’s too much” he whines while you are still riding him. “ I’m going to cum on your cock whether you like it or not” and with those last words you cum over his cock but to his surprise he comes again just from the pulsing of your pussy on his dick. He has to clamp his hand over his mouth to stifle a scream. While he fondles the first breast he could reach.

You both are frozen coming down from both your highs. You are panting on top of him,softening cock still in your pussy. He can feel both of your liquids running down him.

You say something first

“Are you okay?” Quickly ready to apologize, looking him over to make sure you didn’t harm him in any way. Ready to start crying.

“It’s okay it’s okay sssshhh Y/N, I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me.” Quickly grabbing your face between his hands to make you look at him. “Y/N that was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Please I beg you to do that again at some point. We can go over everything later but trust me. Everything is good and we should be happy.” Talking quickly, trying to keep you from going into dom drop.

Tears escaping your eyes. You nod in agreement and can’t believe what you just did. He brushes the tears away with his thumbs never letting your face go. He kisses the tip of your nose, and helps you climb down off of him. He drains the tub but only to fill it again, lighting the forgotten blunt to the side and handing it to you. He helps wash your hair, your back, any place he can reach. When he’s done washing you, you help wash him. Passing the blunt back and forth until it’s just a butt.

[goldensunset]

annyyyyyyway postgame time (i am going to fall so behind in my academic life i don’t even care)

[unowner]

YOU!!!

YOU…HELLO….I HAVE AN UNOWN OF THE V VARIANT. IT HAS NOT STOPPED FOLLOWING ME AND THUSLY I HAVE DECIDED TO TAKE IT INTO MY CARE AS IT IS HAVING ISSUES FLOATING AND I BELIEVE IT COULD NOT SURVIVE ON ITS OWN.

HOWEVER! I AM CURRENTLY LEARNING HOW TO TAKE CARE OF ONE, BUT IT IS HARD TO FIND RELIABLE RESOURCES … MAY I HAVE ADVICE… ARE THERE CERTAIN BEHAVIORS I SHOULD LOOK OUT FOR? IS THE FLOATING ISSUES CHRONIC OR ACUTE? DO YOU KNOW!!!

- @geosengespiral

Incoming text wall, I have a lot of opinions on caring for Unown correctly

The floating issues can be caused by many factors, for example N when I first brought it home simply collapsed from chronic exhaustion once given the option to rest, nowadays it’s doing better and can once again float and move around

So a lack of energy is definitely a possibility- I’d look into seeing if the Unown is exhibiting signs of exhaustion or illness, as that can also drain its energy

Although the issue can be chronic if the Unown was born with it or otherwise injured in some way, I doubt it would’ve lived long enough to follow you around if that were the case. I’d try to treat the Unown in any way you can, and until its recovery, try to accommodate for the disability? If it turns out to be chronic, accommodating early can help you prepare for taking care of a disabled Pokémon

Taking care of Unown is difficult. Be prepared for sacrifice time and certain luxuries. A lot of people take them in simply because of the novelty and uncommon idea of owning one in general, but they are NOT show pokemon. A lot of people seem to think they’re low maintenance because of their mystique. The matter of the fact is that if you don’t understand your Unown all that well because it’s being mysterious and shy, then that pokemon DOES NOT TRUST YOU. They are naturally social creatures. If it doesn’t seem to want to be around you a lot, it’s not because it’s a “mysterious and ancient Pokémon”, it’s because you are doing something wrong, or it’s because the Unown has something going on. DO NOT take in Unowns if you do not have the time to be able to be with them and keep them company, or at least get other Pokemon to do it for you if you aren’t willing. They’re slow to warm up to people because of how secluded they’ve been from us, but if it is STILL avoiding you after a long time of owning it, you need to change your care for it

Unowns need enrichment, you do not, I repeat you do NOT leave them in open spaces with literally nothing to do. They are not decorations. Invest in some toys and items for the Unown to interact with, me personally I have a few Skitty toys and a Skitty tower or two for my Unowns. I’ve had to come home early from work many times because of them, and at this point I’ve cut my availability hours to be able to spend ample time with them. You also cannot expect Unowns to act like more domesticated Pokémon breeds, you can only train them to some degree and then hope that they won’t destroy your house.

As for behaviors, they can be real ominous at times- this is normal. It may look like it is summoning a demon, it is not. If it is, well I guess you’ll have to deal with that

And of course, each Unown has a varying personality, and you’ll need to accommodate to the individual. Most Pokécenters are able to provide basic care for one, but if there’s a severe issue you’ll probably have to find a specialist

Also they like playing in lawn sprinklers :)

[yandere-to-express]

The goth and thembo

Gn

“Detention?! Already?! You just got here a month ago!”

Y/n sighed, already expecting this reaction from their homeroom teacher. Granted, the punishment wasn’t for anything too bad; they just slept in a lot more than they meant to, and the “jet-lag” excuse after moving their whole life across the Atlantic for their parents’ careers must have worn off after the first few weeks. Honestly, with the lack of sleep and stress catching up to them? They thought they were lucky they were making it into school and managing homework at all.

They nodded along as the teacher droned on about responsibility – as if they hadn’t heard it a thousand times over at home already – pretending to listen as the hyperactivity in their brain buzzed and clouded over any form of caring enough.

Hmm, what would they have for dinner tonight? Pasta’s easy, and their parents weren’t going to be back until late in the evening, so they might as well try cooking whilst they could. Maybe clean up and do whatever bullshit homework they were given today so they don’t forget...They should play Animal Crossing, their town was probably itching for all the weeds to be pulled out, maybe a little bit of Pokémon after too, not Crystal though, the battery went all funky on the cartridge...

“...We can work out a way to prevent this from happening again,” came Mrs Stewart’s stern voice through the brain fog and, oh, no, why would she say that? Y/n nodded hesitantly in response, internalising all their complaints. ”Because this can’t happen again, Y/n. You’ve been an excellent student from what I’ve seen and heard so far, and it would be a real shame for this to drag you down.”

“It won’t happen again, I’ll work on it,” Y/n lied through their teeth, hazel eyes attempting to keep to one spot on the teacher’s face, but failing. Mrs Stewart nodded, features finally relaxing. Somehow, she believed them.

“Good, see to it you do. You may go, you’ll be late for second period otherwise.”

“Detention isn’t so bad,” Lucy reassured, making her voice loud enough to be heard over the din of the dining hall. “I had one for a late assignment last semester. It was actually kinda chill, you hear the weirdest stories in there, but it’s really fun.”

Y/n sipped from their drink with a frown, pushing their messy brown hair from their face as they tried to listen. They’d been buddied up with Lucy when they arrived back in January, meaning they were now stuck with all the loud kids at lunch. They weren’t complaining, mind you, the company was nice! It just gave them a headache at best, and at worst so far...Well, they didn’t understand what was wrong with them, but they’d rather not think about it. Anxiety was enough of a diagnosis for them right now.

“Look, I’m just saying, it’ll be fine! Try not to fall asleep in there, though, you might get into more trouble.”

“Thanks, Lucy, real great advice,” they rolled their eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm as they bit into their apple. Lucy just shrugged with a wink.

“Anytime, Y-Y.”

The lunch period continued as usual, and soon enough the bell ringed for the next round of classes to start. Great. Just what they needed right now, two hours sugar-coated history of a country they knew nothing about when they felt like falling asleep at any moment, right before detention. Still, they couldn’t just skip, that’d earn extra punishments. So, they dragged their feet through the halls, somehow staying upright through the hustle and bustle that was 10 times worse than the now seemingly very small Secondary School in England that they’d left behind for this. As much as they hated to admit it, Y/n would love to hear another British accent loudly proclaim someone had cheated on so-and-so in the middle of the corridor, but, alas, that was an experience they’d never burden again. Instead, they had to fight for their life with exhaustion as thousands of students streamed into their classes with the force of a burst pipe.

Somehow, they made it in, grunting at the greeting the person who sat next to them gave – their name was TK, right? They were too tired to remember or care – and flopping down in their chair with a sigh. Curse these huge American schools with huge American student, their poor feet felt like they were going to drop off!

Soon enough, the History teacher – Mr Russel – started his droning on about some time when alcohol was banned across the nation. Or, uh, something like that, Y/n wasn’t really paying attention, doodling on the corners of their pages instead. They did the work! They just didn’t soak in the information. Mr Russel said it was good work later on, so clearly they were doing something right regardless.

Suddenly though, in the middle of the lesson, the door slammed open and a pissed off, lanky ball of edge strode in. The teacher frowned at the intrusion.

“Well, good afternoon, Mr King! Would you mind explaining where you’ve been?”

The student just kept walking, grunting something about being dress-coded, which, uh, yeah that seems likely with that thin mesh shirt in the middle of February, Y/n thought, not realising they were staring by the time the kid sat in the vacant seat next to them. He caught their gaze as Mr Russel continued the lesson, narrowing his piercing, bright blue eyes.

“What?” he snarled, making Y/n flush with embarrassment at getting caught staring.

“S-Sorry,” they quickly whispered, trying their hardest not to look his way again, catching glimpses of him looking bored throughout the lesson.

Little did they know, that wouldn’t be the last they’d see of him.

“Who was that?!” they blurted to TK once the lesson ended, seeing as the goth kid had already left. TK looked up at them from their packing, startled.

“W-Who?”

“Goth kid with the attitude! How come I’ve never seen him before?!”

“Oh, him,” TK grimaced, turning their attention back to their bag. “Yeah, uh, that’s Peter King. Gets into fights and stuff a lot, and honestly that’s what he’s like on a good day. In fact, that’s gotta be the calmest I’ve ever seen him. You have detention, right? He’ll be in there because of the dress-code violation, try not to stare again.”

And so, once they both said goodbye, Y/n trudged along to their doom, knowing they couldn’t stop themself from staring again if the opportunity came about.

Because, honestly? As intimidating as he was, this “Peter” character was rather intriguing. They’d wanted to get into gothic dress themself recently, maybe if they miraculously befriended him, he’d say where he got his gear from. Maybe not the mesh tee...Maybe. At least, not until the Summer...And definitely not without a tank top or a binder...

Soon they reached the classroom detention was being held in, noticing that, well, no one was actually going inside. They spotted the goth from before, swallowing their anxiety down since he was the only one who they really knew of and recognised, and fumbled their way towards him nervously.

“U-Um...” they began, stuttering with uncertainty. Peter looked down with a frown.

“What do you want,” he growled, practically baring his teeth and oh goodness his teeth don’t be into him you don’t know him Y/n you weirdo.

“I-I, um, this is detention, r-right?” they carried on, shrinking under his stare. “I-I’m sorry for staring earlier b-by the way, um, you look c-cool...”

Peter stared a little longer, brows furrowing deeper.

“U-Um...I’m Y/n by the way.”

...That gaze was intense holy shit, Y/n couldn’t help but look away with heated cheeks, sweating nervously. Oh, man, they’d got off on the wrong foot and he wasn’t interested in fixing that, was he?! They didn’t want an enemy! TK said he fights people, God, they hoped he wouldn’t want to fight them ! They couldn’t knock out a butterfly!

“...Peter,” he finally said, making Y/ look back up in surprise. He was looking away from them...Was he blushing? No, no, maybe their eyes were just really tired. “You’re in the right place, teacher’s just late. Uh...Thanks. I guess. The teacher who dress-coded me certainly didn’t think so.”

“U-Uh huh, w-well, what do they know, huh,” Y/n laughed nervously, trying to ease whatever tension they could sense emanating off of the other in droves. “T-They’re teachers, they aren’t the best as, um, fashion, I guess?”

Peter scoffed, shoulders relaxing a little as he pushed some of the long, dark hair out of his face.

“You’re tellin’ me, first day back after suspension and they pull this shit.”

This drew a more earnest giggle from Y/n (really, Y/n, giggling ?!), making Peter chuckle a little too, tension fading away more with each passing second.

Soon enough the assigned teacher showed up, apologising profusely and letting the students in. They answered a brief roll-call, and soon enough there was a muted chatter among the kids, some choosing to work, others ignoring all school-related possibilities. Somehow, Y/n had already befriended the lanky goth enough for him to instantly sit at the desk next to theirs, and they found themselves being watched as they attempted the bullshit Math homework that had been assigned earlier in the day. Not that they minded, they figured the other didn’t have much to talk about, and that was fine with them. It gave them more of a chance to focus, after all.

After about 20 minutes, however, Peter finally spoke up.

“...So what’re you in for?” he asked, voice gravelly and interrupting Y/n concentration. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. “You definitely didn’t get coded, and you look way too small to fight anything.”

Ouch, harsh, not everyone is over 6’ and can fight God. “Um, it’s not that special,” they shrugged, choosing to ignore the slight insult. “I, um, I just slept in a whole lot.”

“Huh,” he nodded, looking away absently for a moment, as if he were thinking of what to say next. “...Not a great sleeper, huh?”

“Nope, haven’t been since I was, what, 5?” Y/n sighed, trying to make sense of the equation on the page in front of them.

“Ah.”

The two were silent again, but y/n couldn’t help but feel it was much more awkward now. It felt like they both had things to say but didn’t know how to string the words together.

“...So, um...” they began, fumbling for a topic. “...Where’d you get your choker?”

“Oh. Uh, just Hot Topic,” he answered, looking away almost sheepishly. “It was on sale, so...”

“Cool, I’ll have to get one,” Y/n hummed, quickly writing it down on their hand.

The conversation came and went throughout the rest of the remaining 40 minutes, but soon enough the detention ended. The class of kids streamed out, Y/n and Peter being the last ones to leave as they trudged out of the school and into the crisp, late-Winter air, clunky shoes and warm boots crunching the powdering of snow on the ground beneath them. They reached the gate, Y/n pointing to where they were going, and the boy paused.

“Hey, uh, you have a cell?” he asked almost hopefully (almost). Y/n looked up at him in surprise; they hadn’t expected to befriend him so soon!

“O-Oh! Yeah, hang on, let me, um-” the fumbled in their coat pockets finally producing the little pink flip-phone, little rainbow and star charms attached and all, clicking through to their contact and holding it up to offer him a view. “Um, here!”

“Mhmm,” he nodded, quickly typing in the contact details on his own, clunky little phone. He looked back at them, almost pouting. “Uh...You were fun to talk to...I’ll talk to you later I guess?”

y/n smiled brightly up at him with a nod, waving cheerfully as they walked away.

...How did this happen to him?

There he was being pissed off at the world when suddenly... They got all fucking cute. How could this not happen to him?!

As he watched them walk away, clutching his phone desperately, he began to grin sinisterly.

He may as well make sure that...his new Darling got home safe, right? He’d get to see their home in the process, after all, and, oh, it was always so dark so early on February nights like these, he wouldn’t want anyone getting any bright ideas, would he?

And so, he stalked after them silently as the sun set, y/n blissfully unaware of the Hell they’d brought upon themself that day.

(I saved this story file that got deleted original from inkblot_skyz)

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Shenanigans EXTRA (1/2) - A trip to another universe!

Summary: Y/N, Katsuki, Izuku and Shouto goes on an adventure to another universe. Having of each is already enough but two?! Things get weird really quickly.

Warnings: Swear words, sex jokes, horny thoughts

Helpful note:

To make it easier I tried to play around with names to make it obvious who’s who, so…

Izuku - Normal Izuku

Deku, Midoriya - Other world’s Izuku

Katsuki - Normal Katsuki

Bakugou - Other world’s Katsuki

I hope that helps!

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A few months ago in another universe.

Bakugou Katsuki. University student. Hobbies: Drums, nerdy things, Marvel and All Might movies. Secretly collects Pokémon and Yu-gi-Oh cards. Loves Funko Pops. Top student. Drummer in a cool, edgy band. Definitely not a hero but apparently he is one in another universe. Because that shit exist. Yeah. Shocker.

How does he know that? Because he met the love of his life when the gate between the two worlds had suddenly opened. She fell from the sky. Literally. He swears he wasn’t on any substances when this had happened. He does drink quite a lot, don’t judge him, he’s a fucking UNI student, but drugs aren’t his thing. He also have two bozos, Deku and Shouto, who can vouch for him if you don’t believe him. They were also completely sober, even though with those two, Bakugou is never sure. They look high 24/7.

So long story short, this random, absolutely gorgeous lady fell from the sky, she knew them by their names and she also told Bakugou that his other self hates her guts and he got so angry he started crying out of pure frustration, promising this gorgeous girl that he’ll find her in his world and fucking marry her on the spot because Bakugou was head over heels for her the second her lovely butt touched the ground.

Bakugou did not a give a fuck about love before but now he does. Oh hell, he really fucking does. This lady was only with them for 24 fucking hours but it’s been months now and he still can’t forget about her. But here’s the problem; this lady wasn’t Japanese. She was a fucking foreigner living in Japan. Which means, Bakugou had to work his ass off while doing UNI full time to have enough money to fly to her country for a whole month. It was terrible. He had no life, no time for anything, he was tired 24/7 and even though he just landed on this foreign land and he should be excited about it, he just want to fucking sleep for a week, which he won’t, because he only has 4 fucking weeks to find this bloody woman and make her fall for him. No time to sleep here.

“Kacchan, you won’t woo her with a face of a serial killer, you do need to sleep.”

He hates when his best friend is right.

So he sleeps. For one whole day. That will hopefully be enough to rid him of his Gucci bags.

He’s out of the bed by 7AM the next day, fueled by a weird feeling which makes him believe that Y/N is close by - Which would be ridiculous. Meeting her on the first day? Absolutely not possible. Life isn’t that kind and Bakugou doesn’t believe that faith has the power to connect two people out of the blue even though he literally fell in love after a foreigner fell from the sky for him and is literally spending all his money to find her right now. He’s a fucking hypocrite, isn’t he? Yeah, whatever. He believes in faith in a way, he believes that you can feel when you are on the right path, you can feel when you meet the right people, but faith opening the right doors to find the right path is nothing but a fairytale. Again, says the guy whose girlfriend fell from the sky.

With that said, Bakugou leaves the house in his fanciest clothing which only makes him look like half a nerd and not a full one. Should’ve gotten contacts though. His glasses are really fucking nerdy. He can only hope that Y/N likes nerds because otherwise, this mission is a failure from the start.

He decides to take it easy and get some breakfast instead of searching like an idiot. The other world’s Y/N gave him some potential addressees he needs to check but he can’t do this shit with an empty stomach, so he runs into the nearest coffee shop to get some pastries and a big jug of black coffee but some bozo decides to run into him, trying to get through the door first, even though there is enough space for the both of them inside.

“Oi, careful!” Bakugou reprimands after realizing that the girl he just bumped into is much more fragile than him. Because he’s a fucking gentleman. You heard it right, a GENTLEMAN.

Okay. No fucking way. This is a fucking joke.

“Fuck’s sake, this is the shittiest day of my life!” Y/N tries to squeeze past mumbling back in English for some reason, but there is no way Bakugou will let her run away.

“It’s 8 in the fucking morning, silly.”

Oh god. He sounds so lovesick. And his accent is so shitty. The Y/N of the other works spoke perfect Japanese so he must say he’s a little bit uhm… surprised. But at least she speaks English. That’s… helpful.

“The fuck are you so happy for? Did you win the lottery?” Y/N tries to acts nonchalant but her cheeks are dusted red.

“Yeah, I think I just did.” He admits with the silliest smile on his face.

… there goes Katsuki’s plans to be cool. Nevermind.

“Well, you have a weird way of flirting. I’m intrigued.” She answers back. They are literally standing in the doorway, blocking the exit but no one dares to speak about it. What a chill country. Maybe he should move here after retirement.

“Well, it’s far more believable than saying that I’ve met your twin from another universe a few months ago and I was kinda looking for you for several months now.”

“Is it weird that… I can kinda believe that?” Y/N looks into Bakugou’s eyes and that’s when Bakugou completely loses it. His face becomes a mess of emotions, there is adoration, wonder, a weird kind of anxiety he’s never felt before, his urgent need for coffee long forgotten.

“Can we share a table, then?” Bakugou tries his best to sound confident, but his voice wavers when Y/N looks at him with eyes full of rejection.

“Not unless you can help me with my Japanese homework. I have an exam in two days.” She sighs, finally moving away from the door, leaving the lovelorn Bakugou alone in the doorway.

“Well, luckily for you, I’m Japanese.” Katsuki answers in his own mother language, trying his best to not smirk menacingly, but he probably does it anyway.

“Study date with a stranger?” Y/N fucking winks and that’s when Bakugou descends into another world, thankfully, not literally.

“Oh my god, you two, get a table.” The bartender rolls her eyes and it’s weirdly sounds like “get a room.”

~•💥•~

Bakugou and Y/N has a study date. By the end of the day - yes, they’ve been at it the whole day, eating pastries for breakfast, lunch and dinner - Y/N looks like she’s about to pass out, but she has a content smile on her face as she looks at her notebook filled with random notes from Bakugou himself.

Bakugou isn’t the most patient person when it comes to studying so needless to say he did end up yelling at the poor girl quite a few times but instead of the usual resentment he got nothing but cute giggles as a reaction. Bakugou is already head over heels for this version of Y/N. She’s fierce but cute, she can handle his temper perfectly and they just… click. It really feels like they were meant to be.

“Any chance you are the type of nerd who’s great at everything? I also need to catch up on math and English.”

“Same place, same time tomorrow?” Bakugou smirks and Y/N smirks back at him.

“Deal.”

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.” Bakugou leaves a cheeky kiss in Y/N’s hair and runs towards the door, trying his best to hide his red face from the crowd.

“How do you know my full name?!”

Bakugou doesn’t need to think about an answer for this one.

“Faith.”

~•💥•~

Bakugou helps Y/N with her studies every day for the whole month. It’s around the second week when Y/N admits she’s been looking for opportunities to study in Japan. She doesn’t need to say anything else for Bakugou to know there is something more behind that decision than Y/N’s dreams to see Tokyo; the way they are cuddled up on Bakugou’s floor surrounded by random notes is more than enough for him to know that he’s not the only one feeling this weird connection between them.

Y/N kisses him on the lips when they say goodbye at the airport. Bakugou sells half of his clothes to make space for her stuff in his closet after he gets home.

~•💥•~

Now back to the hero world.

“Are we all ready?” You yell loudly to gain everyone’s attention.

“Let’s go!” Yells Katsuki, exhilarated.

“Yes.” Typical Todoroki. He doesn’t even look excited.

“What if we get stuck there? Are you sure you are capable of doing this, Y/N? There must be a limit to your powers, what if something goes wrong and we will be stuck in a weird in-between or in the quantum realm like in that cool superhero film? What if by the time we manage to come back all out friends are dead?! Oh my god….”

Do you even need to say who that was? Probably not.

“Well, have fun.” A grumpy voice comes from the background. “Don’t worry about me being left out. Honestly, no biggie, I’ll just cry myself to sleep, alone in my room while my friends are having a pajama party in a cool universe…”

You would love to be able to bring Eijirou with you as well, but someone needs to run the agency.

“Shut the fuck up you stupid red monkey, I told you I’ll stay back the next time!”

You sigh and decide to just go for it before poor Izuku’s brain explodes from all the unnecessary worry.

Everyone screams. Then they scream some more when they start to fall into eternal nothingness.

You think about the University those guys go to. About the green grass and the benches surrounding the small clearing right next to the University, you think about Midoriya’s eyeliner, their unproblematic smiles and suddenly, a small spot of light appears right under your foot, the spot getting bigger and bigger as you fall and fall and fall until your butts hit the pretty green grass.

“Fucking hell, babe, that was a shitty landing!”

“Sorry, princess, I’ll get you a massive bed for the next time, okay?”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish.”

“Always.”

“Guys, I’m… me is looking at us?! Okay, I’m officially freaking out. Oh my god, I’m wearing an eyeliner. I think I’m going to pass out. Guys, I’m passing out. Oh my…”

“Pay up, halfie.”

“I’m not mad, just disappointed.” Shouto pulls out a note from his pocket and hands it to Katsuki.

“Y/N!” A really gay-looking, lanky nerd jumps on your back and hangs there like a monkey. You decide to show off your new strength by catching the guy’s thighs and give him a piggy back ride.

“Oi, put your filthy arms away from my woman, you nerdy little shit! Also, your other self just passed out on the floor!”

“Oh my god, that’s me?!” Midoriya jumps off your back and goes towards Izuku to take a better look. Todoroki (the other one.) runs back to their bench to grab a bottle of water and sits down next to your Izuku, absolutely ignoring his other self for the sake of your world’s Izuku.

Well, now… it’s really hard not to laugh.

Picture this. There is a passed out Izuku on the ground, surrounded by two worried Todorokis, one lean and nerdy and one looking like a greek god. Then there is this world’s Midoriya, slim and wearing the colors of the rainbow, shamelessly touching Izuku’s massive arms with pure wonder, at least until he looks up to the Greek God Shouto; he stares at the guy with hungry eyes, looking him up and down, and he just says.

“I would let you ruin my favorite underwear in a heart beat.”

Katsuki hollers.

“Oh my god, this guy is Deku? THIS?! Are you fucking kidding me?! Also, you just let your boyfriend salivate over another guy right in front of your face?” Katsuki looks at the other Todoroki who only shrugs at that.

“Well, technically, he is me. So he’s salivating over me just with more muscles.”

That’s fair.

“Hi, I’m Todoroki Shouto. Nice to meet you.” Shouto shakes Todoroki’s hand. Katsuki is about to pass out from all the laughing, still laying on the floor.

“Uhm, hi. I’m also��� Todoroki Shouto.”

Awkward silence. Katsuki is dead.

“Okay, while I really enjoy your shenanigans, let’s move to somewhere private before someone gets a heart attack from seeing this shit.” You giggle. Shouto is about to take his boyfriend into his arms when Todoroki stops him.

“I’ll take him.” He takes a deep breath while Midoriya snickers in the background. Needless to say he can’t even lift the guy off the ground. “Nevermind. You can… take him.” He moves away awkwardly, back to his partner’s side who looks at him with nothing but pity in his eyes.

“We will start working out from tomorrow.” Midoriya gives Todoroki a shoulder pat.

Todoroki doesn’t say anything just nods.

Shouto takes Izuku’s body in his arms without even flinching.

“I think I peed a little a bit.”

“Oh my god, Deku.”

~•💥•~

“You are so cute.”

Those are Izuku’s first words after he finally decides to wake up properly, now in Todoroki’s room. This world’s Todoroki blushes like a maniac.

“How long am I going to be ignored? Huh?” Katsuki decides to throw an actual hissy fit, hand on his hips and everything. “What about me?! I look fucking hot too! Don’t ignore me!”

“Yeah, where is the other Kacchan?” Izuku asks the million dollar question.

“Yeah, where is my other boo? I wanna kiss his stupid face for making me realize this guy isn’t just an asshole.”

It’s harsh, but it’s the truth. Without this world’s Bakugou you wouldn’t be here right now. You must thank him properly.

“Oi, don’t ignore me!”

“Kacchan, don’t worry, you look gorgeous, honeybun!” Midoriya decides to save the day. “I love the undercut and damn, that waist!”

“Finally, thank you!” Katsuki mutters with a red face. “Fucking ignoring me, I can’t believe this shit…” He mumbles in the most adorable way and you can’t help but cuddle into him, your eyes full of adoration.

“I love you, you gremlin.”

“Asshole.” He mutters back but he kisses your forehead anyway.

“SURPRISE BITCHES!” Todoroki’s door opens and that’s when it’s your time to loose your shit; seeing this world’s Bakugou again is already enough for your heart to act up but there is another person next to him, none other than yourself. “No fucking shit! No way! Y/N!” Bakugou is right in your personal space, hugging the shit out of you while your other self gawks at the whole scene.

“So that comment before wasn’t a poor attempt at flirting?! Katsuki?! What the fuck is going on?!” Your other self stares at you for several seconds before she finally speaks again. “Damn, I’m hot! Damn, you are hot! The fuck are these people?!”

You are just about to answer your own (?) question when Bakugou makes a move towards your boyfriend, extremely pissed all of a sudden.

“You fucking asshole!” Bakugou attempts to hit Katsuki but needless to say, he dodges it and literally just grabs the guy’s shirt and yanks him up and far away from him, like he weights nothing. “Oi, let me fucking hit you! You broke Y/N’s heart, you absolute moron, you are the e stupidest fucking blonde in the whole wide universe! I’m ashamed of you! Shame! Shame! Shame”

“You know Kacchan is mad when he starts quoting Game of Thrones.” Rainbow Deku adds helpfully.

“Stop fiddling and calm the fuck down! I’m doing my best to not fucking hit you myself for cuddling my girlfriend back then! I was so mad I couldn’t sleep for three days after that!”

“Oh?” Finally, Bakugou stops moving around and just looks at himself (?) with a questioning look.

“Yeah, oh, you fucking idiot, do you think I actually hated her guts back then? I was stupid, but I’ve learnt my lesson so stop fucking trying to kill me with your chicken arms!”

“So, you two…”

“Yeah. I fucking love her. Of course I fucking do. We just moved in together.” Katsuki finally puts Bakugou down, blushing like a school kid.

“We also have a pet pigeon, Steven… wait no. Stephanie.” You put your arm around Katsuki’s torso and pull him close. He leaves a tiny kiss on your forehead again.

“We also have two grand kids. Stephanie just had babies.” You look up at your boyfriend like you are talking about your actual grandchildren and not just about some random pigeons who decided to live on your balcony. Katsuki looks back at you with so much fondness in his eyes it kinda makes you tear up.

“Oh my god, get a room.” Deku smirks at your boyfriend, who smirks back.

“If there is a spare room we can use, I’m happy to oblige.”

“You can use Izuku’s room, it’s free!” Todoroki says right away and Bakugou slaps his own face out of embarrassment.

“Honeybun, you just told them to go and fuck in my room.” Deku puts his hand on Todoroki’s shoulder who gets as red as a lobster when he realizes his mistake.

“Why is human language so hard?”

“Don’t worry, you are not alone.” Shouto goes over to himself with an understanding look. “I’m also terrible at understanding these things. I get in trouble all the time. Or I just get laughed at. Just smile like you’ve meant it as a joke and then they’ll think you are just funny. Don’t ask me why, I don’t understand either, but that’s what I was told to do.”

“Okay, why don’t we sit the fuck down? I’m starting to get dizzy from seeing two of the same people. I need a moment of silence to get my head around this shit.” Your other self speaks up and honestly….

“Same.”

… Last Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Sorry for being so late with this, I finished this chapter ages ago then I forgot that I need to post it? 😂 I was also busy writing the two upcoming series, one Bakugou x Reader and one Kirishima x Reader (different reader) spin-off for this series! Please please please give them a read when they come out! I’m so excited for them!

- I hope it wasn’t too hard to understand who’s who, I really tried my best!

-I’ll try to post the last chapter of this one as soon as I can, I’m almost done with it! I will post the Kirishima one first though, so you guys can have a little peek into what’s coming! 💜

- Thank you for all your support during this series, your comments give me a reason to live 💜

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"Loving Backstabber" Yandere Jake x Fem Reader (Pokemon Brick Bronze) Part 2

You had just defeated the Anthian Gym and when you noticed the absence of Jake as the crowd congratulated you, it felt unnerving. Not to mention the strange earthquake that happened during the battle, but it made it more epic.

You check your phone, it was a message from Jake, 58 minutes ago.

(whatever contact you gave to Jake read):

"I'm going to be back. I love you so much."

The messages you sent after were unread and so was the phone call you attempted.

Where was he? You exited the Gym., being greeted with a warm and dark night

Suddenly, you found Tess and her uncle in a bit of a hurry to get to you. You greeted them with a smile, which they returned weakly. They congratulated you for your victory in the badge with a slightly upset face.

"Y/N, Jake ran after Team Eclipse," Tess said with a dismal expression. What? "What!?" You couldn't contain your shock. Jake? Who barely left your side? Just ran off?

"The Team Eclipse ship flew by an hour ago. He wanted to challenge Team Eclipse by himself. I ran into him while he was running off into Park District. I tried to tell him it was a foolish idea but he didn't listen." Tess's uncle muttered.

Jake was always getting into risky shit to prove himself to you.

"We have to find him," Tess said as her uncle shook his head, disagreeing as our safety could be at risk. "Jake is at fault, we should not play into it as you two might get harmed." Tess reassured, "No actually- Y/N is pretty strong. I mean- she just got the badge less than an hour ago."

You couldn't believe Jake got captured. God damnit. He was always by your side and while battling the gym leader, he ran off to find the Team Eclipse and for what?? You pinched the bridge of your nose as you groaned. That explains why he wasn't picking up the calls..

"Jake said he wanted to protect you and save your parents, I would say it's noble but also dumb by him going alone..!" The purple-haired girl muttered, crossing her arms with an anxious face. "Let's hope Team Eclipse doesn't find him much of a threat and simply kick him out of their area of operations." You heard her uncle say.

You try to make sense of things as Tess tries to convince Gerard to let you and her go on the mission to save Jake. Suddenly- the ground shakes as your Pokémon stabilizes you. A huge, and I mean Jesus- it was the size of a football stadium of a ship passes overboard. Is that?

"The Team Eclipse ship, again? What are they planning!?" Tess panics as other civilians lean on their Pokémon or objects. "To steal the museum artifact," Gerard nods as he looks at us, his hand pulling out a steel key. "This is the basement key to my shop, it leads to the sewers. I saw many of them pass by the housing district, so I recommend being sneaky about things. I think they docked the ship at the parking district."

Tess thanks Gerard and converses with him one last time as you both head back to his shop while Gerard says goodbye, wanting to check on a few of his friends.

"Jake is pretty protective of you, huh? I mean, to be the knight in shining armor." Tess chuckled as you two make your way down the stairs which led to a door. You nodded, smiling, "Yeah, he sometimes goes overboard with things, but I do love him." Your nose stung of the smell coming faintly from the door. Ew.. you were about to open the door to the sewers when suddenly Tess grabs your hand and squeals. "Oh my god Jake proposed to you?" You rubbed your neck in embarrassment.

annoyingly you make way through the sewers

dude threes Pokémons every 5 steps

and every 5 steps you keep getting anxious of what's going on with Jake and if he's safe or not

Shouldveboughtthatrepellent!

Tess reassures you he is fine and will hold up. She doesn't really know Jake well but she's still friendly and wants everyone to be fine

You covered your nose with an article of clothing so you were still at a good performance of battle

After a few hours and so you reach to the end

It's a shitshow.

When you saw the door, you wanted to jump through it-

"Y/N remember that we need to assess the situation first. You were just nervous as how Jake is doing. You couldn't handle the uncertainty anymore. You slowly opened the door, your anxiety high. Garbage bags. Just everywhere. You sighed as Tess patted your shoulder.

You two walked for a minute until your heart jumped out your chest. Jake.

You were speechless. It was the end of the floating Anthian City and the big ship behind Jake, and 5 Team Eclipse members. Jake looked distraught. You ran towards the scene, Tess following behind you.

"-you could use it to your advantage too, Jake, we see the way you're always over her, furious when someone talks to her- we've been watching you two and we can help ya."

It was tempting to Jake. To have you to himself forever. But he didn't know what you'd feel if he stripped your liberty like that

he still has to marry you..

Jake scowled, shook his head. "I can't betray y/n like that- she means everything to me- you kidnapped her parents! You're using my love for her to try and force me-"

Killing lots of birds with one stone, actually

The admin of the eclipse clicked his tongue. "But you could have her to yourself, no one would ever lay a hand on her if you joined us and took her with yo-" The admin stopped talking as he hears the footsteps behind him. "... Well if it isn't the infamous Y/N, and uhh.. random purple hair girl."

you enter the scene, all heads turning towards you. "Y/N!" Jake shouted, grinning in relief. He attempted to rush to you but was held back by a few members of the Team Eclipse. barely overhearing them as the admin abruptly stopped. "I have a name, and it's Tess." Jake's smile dropped.

Tess? She's here, again?! You've got to be kidding me!

Jake was upset. You seriously are with Tess? after he expressed his distaste for her-

He snapped out of his thoughts- "Let Jake go and I won't beat your asses to a pulp." You said, which made the admin scoff, "Yeah? And what will you do? You're fragile" "Nah, you just need a eye check." You retaliated which made some of the members laugh, "Shut up imbeciles!" The red haired admin shouted as he looked back at me, "Well I'll be damned," He glanced back at you and Jake, "But you're too late, you can't save your lover. The boss doesn't like waiting, we're taking your Jake as hostage, Y/N. Oh and your parents said they miss you." He snickered as you get ready to pounce on him-

"Love, don't give in- he's trying to get on your nerves, trust me, he's good at that." Jake sneered as he glared at the red haired fuck, trying to struggle out of the two members grips. "Y/n! please, I'm sorry, I tried to save your parents but I wasn't strong enough! I thought my training for my Pokémons were enough!" Jake confessed, on the brink of tears as he looked at you.

Owhhh Jake baby..

"ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵈᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗᵉᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʲᵒᶦⁿᵉᵈ ᵘˢ, ᶦᵗ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵉᵃˢᶦᵉʳ." The male with brown hair holding Jake back whispered to him. Jake stopped struggling. His shoulders slouched as he looked at the floor with glassy eyes. He was dampened and perplexed.

"Jake, you'll be okay!" You said with a desperate voice.

You glared at the red haired admin spewing random shit about your parents. "God you look like Satan's pubes-" you start but suddenly the next thing you see truly shocked you. The gates of the ship opened and came a familiar figure. Brown hair, glasses, no mistake, that was the man who taught you about Pokémons and gave you and Jake your first one. "Ah, Y/N, pleasant surprise," He glanced at you and then Jake, "Your Jake is here too," He said as he walked down the steep. "I'm afraid the game has gone long enough," The manner he walked in was oddly formal. It was uncanny. Standing in the circle of the members. "Professor Cypress?!" Jake exclaimed, his eyes widened as he glared at him.

"Haha, I guess I should explain." He muttered as he looks back at me.

You couldn't process what's happening, just bits and bits. He's the architect and leader of the grand Team Eclipse. He continued to ramble on about how Pokémons should live in harmony and how trainers abuse their Pokémons and shit

Anger was rising in you, he took your parents away and played pretend with you

"Fuck you! You took my parents away and you played the sympathy card!" You cried out. "It was crucial for the progress in my goals, don't fret Y/N. You had multiple chances to join us, to see your parents but you continue to refuse. So I ask again," Professor Cypress showed no empathy, just had a stoic expression on his face. "Will you join?"

"No." You scoffed, acting like he asked the most dumbest shit on earth, which he looked unamused. Jake looked at you, his face upset.

"I agree that trainer's shouldn't abuse their Pokémons but kidnapping people isn't the way to go!" He ignored your comment and then he dropped the bomb on you,

"Ah yes, we felt unwelcomed in this city so we left a present. The city will blow up on our departure." What.. "You're going to kill Y/n!" Jake was distraught, he was struggling again, trying to make his way to you.

After a few minutes of Jake panicking for you, Tess arguing with the Professor, you felt weird. Like something was watching you.

"Get everyone on board and ready to go." Professor Cypress's words snapped you out of your thoughts. "Yes sir." The one with a golden money hat nodded. You shook your head. "No- Jake, NO!" You shouted as Jake did the same. He was incredibly upset that someone's trying to separate you and him. "YOU CAN'T TAKE ME- NO Y/N!" Jake got dragged away by 2 members. you didn't even notice you were trying to rush to Jake but were held by member of the team. She pushed you back as you stumbled slightly, glaring at her. "I'll kill you-" You started but Professor Cypress interrupted you, "Get the ship started. Seems like Y/N here won't leave without a fight, even though I've told her I disagree with the approach." He ordered the girl of Team Eclipse.

What was watching you? Absol

Tess gives you the mega keystone, earning you an advantage in the battle

The battle went on for 20-30 minutes, you defeating him.

"you may have won the battle but not the war"

you were furious

You were atleast 20 feet away from him as you put your Pokémon back in your pokeball again.

"Turn the bomb off! I've won!" You exclaimed, your finger slicing through air as you point at him as Tess just watches in shock

"I told you it was fruitless to combat me against my principles but you didn't listen."

He runs off on the ship with you and Tess chasing him

FUCK!

"I hope you choke on your diahreea ass hair!!" You screamed at the ship, your face red.

"Y/n-" Tess tries to call out to you but then the ground shakes. Oh fuck- right, the bomb! "I'm scared! Y/n!!" Tess clings onto you.

"Y/n, your necklace just sparked!"

Suddenly two purple portals with grey borders appear infront of you.....

Dialga and Palkia. What in the ass

Time paused

you were brought back to the sewers laboratory, it seemed like the Pokémons wanted to help you after all.

You rushed through the lab with Tess and found yourself face to face with the man that had a gold money hat

defeating him obviously was easy

you were back at where you were just at.

At the edge of the city and the ship had already left, so there was.. nothing you could do more.

"Fuck, I.. should've ran quicker."

Tess reassured you that you shouldn't be so hard on yourself and there's not much you could've done

After meeting up with Tess's uncle (again) he shared some information with you and how you should start to go to Crescent Island where their hideout base is. He told you the routes you two should go to. You nodded weakly, just thinking of Jake.

So.. now Tess was with you for the time being

It's been a few days on the route and you've been getting depressed.

You always stare at the ring your beloved Jake has given you, only for it to serve no purposes because it can't bring Jake in front of you

You and Tess have grown on each other, she's always caring for you and is there to comfort you.

When you cried about Jake, she just sat with you and reassure you that you'll reunite soon

Your Pokémons miss Jake too

Aredian City

This route was by far the most annoying. everytime you stepped into the sand, a Pokémon would appear. You've been on edge.

It took a week and a half to get to the city. The sandstorms were brutal, causing you and Tess to camp out on tents and such.

You stop at the entrance of the city's battle gym. Guards were protecting it

"Sorry miss, the captain's not here. Problem with Team Eclipse, hope you can understand." Those words hit your chest. Ugh.

Tess glanced at the guards and back to you, noticing your sour face

"Where are they?" You stepped up, crossing your arms

He gives you a map, thanking you

Aredian ruins, you were stomping the whole way there and thankfully you had your repellant otherwise you'd be death glaring at every Pokémon you came across

Trudging through the thick sand, you came across a ruin temple.

You heard commotion from outside

Tess looked at you nervously as you stomped your way in, immediately turning all heads on you

"Oh shit it's Jake's girl and the purple haired npc again" You heard one of the members of Team Eclipse say as your eye twitched. "Where. The fuck is Jake!?" You shouted as you walked up to the members. They looked smug, like they knew something you didn't. "He's cozy, more than you think, Y/N."

There was a guy with a blue roman helmet dressed in blue who looked at you awkwardly. "So you guys have history." He muttered as he turned to team eclipse. "I'm the gym leader, I was informed someone would come to help," the guy in blue said as a matter of fact, "Well they're stealing the family jewel, which has been passed down generations to generations for their selfish plan.. Y/n?" The family jewels- you blinked at his pants- oh OH nevermind the JEWEL jewel that one of the members of the eclipse were holding. Which was the girl with ponytails as she stuck out her tongue. "Put that nasty shit away." I spoke in disgust as she awkwardly listened. You glanced at him, nodding.

You won the battle with little effort. You take your Pokémon back in your pokeball as you look at the members for answers. They started complaining about losing, then spewed shit about how Pokémons shouldn't be abused and then gave the jewel back to the Prince..

"Shut up, for fuck's sake. Talk too much. Where's Jake, I need to see him. And now. I've defeated you in every of your battles, I deserve an answer." Arms crossed, a stoic expression remained on your face. You just wanted your dumb lover back, why is it so hard. "Shordy, I answered your question, anyways TEAM ECLIPSE NIGERUNDAYOO" The 4 dumbass cowards ran away as you chased after them, but unfortunately your repel wore off so you got caught in an encounter. Thankfully Tess was still chasing after them but you did lose her.

After a day, Tess catches up to you and tells you they ran off to their ship, once again

You decide to battle the gym leader

After a professional battle which lifted your mood, the Prince, you came to known, asked you a question

"I wanted to talk to you about the Team Eclipse," He asked you as you nodded nervously. You examined the pretty badge. "I'd assume Jake is your lover, and, fiancé." He said, glancing at the ring. "Yeah, I.. he got captured a few weeks ago. I miss him." You didn't want to cry. But you had the urge to let out your bottled emotions on this stranger you knew for like a day. "I know he's missing you like hell too. He's trying to get back to you."

Those words rang in your head.

You and Tess set off for Fluoroma  citayy

The smell was so pleasant, it calmed you down.

You could consider Tess your close friend now, obviously she didn't know all about you, but the fact that she was here mattered a lot, she was an angel

She was a bit older than you too (you are 18, Jake and Tess are 19)

Defeated the gym

Tess and you celebrate the day with some cake, she always was fond of strawberry cake and she likes those weird cherry things on top

You figured you would trade with some people as Tess nodded, suggesting that she'd go on ahead and wait for you at the end of Route 14 as she wanted to catch a new Pokémon for her team.

You were starting to gain hope to find Jake and rescue him back to have him in your arms.

"Call me if you need anything, Y/N." Tess says as she hugs you tightly. She steps back. "Don't be too long." With a wave, the glass doors slide as she walked away. You sighed, fiddling with the ring on your finger as you turn around.

After a few hours, satisfied with trading, you were walking through the door to Route 14.

Route 14.

It was a pretty cave with glowing, vibrant crystals plastered onto the wall. There was dripping sound faintly somewhere in the cave, though you couldn't make it where. You were halfway there. The cave was getting darker as you walked.

You feed your pokeamons some sweets, heading further into the cave. you sigh, shivering a bit.. "We're almost to Tess guys. I'll get us someplace to rest, maybe an apartment for a week or something." you walked purposefully as your Pokémons explored the cave, closely to you. you turn a corner- suddenly your stance in a defense potion as you look, far away, Tess..? and a group of- Team Eclipse! Your jaw is set firm, your gaze on them not unwavering. They were infront of the cave exit, it was bright as day around them.

You silently put your Pokémons back in your pokeball as you approached the team, hiding in the darker parts of the cave.

"So you're not going to let me pass?" You heard Tess say. From what you could tell, there was Tess and three team eclipse members. One of them had a bandana and a hood, barely seeing his face, while one had brown hair and the other a golf cap? Ugly shit man.

"Just tell us where Y/N is, and we will leave you alone. I have no use for you." The man in the hood declared tirelessly. He had a familiar voice but was mostly muffled from the bandana. "No! You won't get away with this, You took her family, and our friend Jake!" The guy in the hood rolled his eyes. "You are making this more difficult, purple haired bitch." He cursed her under his breath. It's been 3 weeks without Y/n, and he was growing more agitated. His fingers drummed on his cloak, suddenly--

"I'm right here." You sluggishly stepped out the shadows, hands in pockets as your eyes fixated at Team Eclipse. The man in the hood's eyes widened a bit. His shoulders squared as he stood his height, tall and firm. Under your eyes there were dark circles and bags, like you've barely slept, your frame looked more fragile and a bit weaker, paler. It made his heart ache.

It wasn't obvious to a naked eye but he knew you better than you knew yourself. Your hair was slightly a bit messy, but what he noticed, was the anger in your glassy eyes. "I.. -" The hooded dude cleared his throat, his voice wavering slightly, he couldn't just reveal his identity, he had to convince you to come back to him first. He couldn't just ruin the plan and make it harder than it is

"Look who it is, Y/n." one of the minions beside hooded man said, earning a glare from the one whose concealing his identity.

"Y/n, thank god you're here!" Tess cried as she jumped to hug you. You weakly return the hug. You didn't notice the shooting daggers at the interaction. He felt a knot tighten in his stomach just looking at you and Tess be so close. That used to be you and him. He wished death upon Tess. The hatred for Tess has been etched into her being from his thinking.

"That's enough." The voice boomed, his tone clipped as the man stepped closer, his piercing eyes looking at you. You cross your arms and glare at him. After a moment of silence.

"Jake. Where. is he?" Oh how delighted he was to hear that. His anger simmered as his glare softened. He smiled softy under the bandana. You actually still care about him. "Jake? He's doing fine." You didn't know yet the man you were talking about was a few feet away from you. "We are here to offer membership in Team Eclipse's group."

Your lips parted slightly, your eyebrows furrowing. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me. I've refused so many times, just no--" "You don't have a choice, Y/n." "I wouldn't join a fucking terrorist grou--" You retorted, but end up getting interrupted, "You say like it's a bad thing, all people who are in this group have a safe passage to the new world." You scoffed. You can't believe this hooded figure in front of you was trying to make you join the very same group who kidnapped your parents. "Fuck you, they took my parents." "Your parents are in very good condition, if not the best. They wait for you." You heard a sigh from the hooded figure. He suddenly marched towards you with heavy steps. "I'm doing it to protect you, love."

"What.. do you mean.. love.." That was what Jake called you.. not.. this. "I guess you're going to make things more difficult, thankfully I have the upper hand here." The hooded man grunted as he flicked the hood back along with the bandana that he pulled down.

The pale skin with a few bruises you could see on the side his jaw. It was healing. The black dulled eyes that were once shining, the jet black hair. He looked at you with a gentle expression. "Love." His soft but firm voice which was cleared with the absence of the bandana soothed you.

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You bit your lip, your face pale and drawn. You were frozen, your posture stiff. The minions on either side of him stood tall, glancing at the uncovered Jake himself.

Your lips curve into a frown, your eyes glossing. "Jake?" Your weak voice quivered as Jake sighed tiredly. "Y/n, please unders-" You immediately rush to him, wrapping your arms around his chest as you felt tears rushing in.

You immediately felt your body being enveloped with strong arms. He squeezed you, desperate, his face diving in your hair. He was stronger you could tell. "Please don't tell me, Jake, don't tell me y-" "..I had to, it's the best for us, I know what's best for us." He softly interrupted you, his fingers curling in your hair strands. You felt your legs weakened as you shake your head. "No no no-" "It's okay." He shushed you, kissing your head. He wasn't exactly listening to your pleadings, just inhaling your scent after these weeks. Relieved. "It'll be fine, just come with me, love-"

You pushed him back, your cheeks stained of tears. You swallowed, your throat dry. ".. You.. traitor, I can't believe you went against me!" You screamed at him. The cave was beginning to feel claustrophobic. You don't like it. You balled your hand into a fist, angry, upset, betrayed. Tess stood a few feet away from you, watching the whole thing unfold just as the two minions were.

His head shook as he looked at you. He was upset and a bit angry. He's doing this all for you and your words, 'traitor' 'against you' stabbed him. At first he was hesitant to join Team Eclipse as they were your rivals but it's going to work for him, since he has power over you. He didn't have a choice, nor did he regret it one bit after he joined Team Eclipse. In fact, he was pretty happy with the decision and wished he was brought up on the offer sooner. He was upset but still, maybe you could get his point-"I- Y/n, I didn't have a choice but, there's so much benefits. We could have our marriage and live on a beautiful island in peace!" "So what- you'll just destroy Roria? There's Pokémons and people- You said you wouldn't join-" "You are NOT GETTING MY POINT!" Jake suddenly raised his voice, everyone going quiet. You know when Jake raised his voice at you, he was pretty mad and it was usually hard for him to calm down.

"You're calling me a traitor when all your doing is having fun with Tess?!" Jake's glare darkened as he pointed to Tess. She had a hand to her mouth as she looked at you and Jake. She was still processing everything. You spoke up, confused as fuck "Wha-" "Oh? Don't act like all these weeks I've been gone I wasn't watching you! Yeah, acting all lovey dovey, being touchy and shit with her!" ... What the fuck? What is he trying to do? guilt trip you?! And he was stalking you too-

"I don't even recognize you anymore." You spat out, your eyes narrowing at Jake who glared at you. "Y/N, I think we should go-" Tess clinged on your arm. "Get your grubby hands off my wife-" Jake started but you shook your head, taking off the ring and throwing it to the ground. "You're a traitor, you're stupid if you think I'm going to be still with you after you joined the team we all obviously despised."

The minions beside him glanced at Jake nervously. Jake went pale as he looks at the ring you just threw at his feet. His eyes were wide, lips pressed in a firm line. It was quiet for a few moments. His eyebrows slowly furrowed, and his gaze slowly made it's way up to you. "I've done so much for us, Y/N. We could've made this a lot easier, but you're a stubborn brat." He spat as his piercing eyes made you uncomfortable as your heart pounded audibly in your ears. Get out, get out get out get out... Your head screamed. You still loved Jake, which hurt most

He looked back at the ring, sighing deeply as he crouched, picking the ring back up and shoving it back in his pocket. "We'll do this the hard way then," He said as he takes out a pokeball, "If I win, Y/n, you are required to come with me, if you do, I'll let you and Tess safely get out the cave, do we have a deal, love?" He said to you with a sly smile that didn't reach his eyes. There was something off about it, but you couldn't really do much.

You nod as you take your pokeball out as well. He stood as he throws his pokeball, immediately backing away. After a few minutes, you're yelling what moves to do to your Pokémon as Jake oddly didn't look that upset. Even though he was losing, he looked, comfortable. His upper left lip was stretching upwards and his eyes glanced at you ever so often. He must have something up his sleeve... You focus on the battle.

"Use Hydro pump." Jake stated with an aloof expression. He was on his last Pokémon and just stared at his Vaporeon intensely as it attacks your Pokémon. "Try to avoid it!" You yell as your Pokémon steps to the side, barely avoiding the high pressured water from Vaporeon. There were bodies of puddles from vaporeon around the cave. "Don't slip."

As Vaporeon fainted, you sigh in relief, dragging your hand down your face. You defeated his "Good job, Y/n.." Tess whisper-shouted to you. Jake shifted his weight to his other leg as he with no expression puts back his Pokémon in his pokeball. "I expected this," He announced suddenly, and nods to himself in affirmation. "Y/n, you made me do this, I am not sorry."

One of his goons, who was sweating slightly and had an unsure expression on his face, give Jake his pokeball back. You look at the exchange with furrowed eyebrows, trying to make sense of things. "Fuck you mean?" You demanded, on alert as Jake looks at you with a deadpan expression. Tess was silent. So were Jake's goons.

Oh, he thought, it's riduculous if you think he was just going to leave without his precious y/n

"Nothing will stop me." He said, determined, immediately throwing his pokeball in clear precision. Arcanine popped out as Jake shouted, "Use Flame Burst on Tess." Jake yelled at Arcanine.

What!? You look back, your eyes widened as you stepped a foot forward, "TESS NO!"

[realpokemon]

so my little sister really really likes goomy. but i don't (they look. really slimy.) however, as a good older sibling, i plan to catch one for her 12th birthday as her starter... any tips??

yea heres a few tips for raising a goomy

you dont really have to worry about them destroying anything as a goomy, which is a huge plus when it comes to dragon type household pokémon, and it takes forever to evolve. not enough firepower

goomy slime is easily cleanable as long as you let it dry-- it's composed enough that, after a few hours, you can peel it right off like a sticker. very satisfying. the problems arise when it gets trapped in carpet fiber, so i wouldn't let it play around on any carpeted floors. i suggest getting those plastic carpet covers that people use under their desks if you're concerned

goomy are Very Cute and cool to the touch, but don't pet them on their heads or horns. they get very easily overstimulated there and might freak out. the sides are best, goomy love attention