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bonny-kookoo · 1 year ago

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Lock Me Up | Short #1

In which he realizes some things, but denies himself others.

Tags/Warnings: Detective Agust D my friends, Criminal Kitty!Reader, hybrid Yoongi, mentions of murder, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of past abuse, strangers to enemies to I don't even know, sexual tension?, dead dove do not eat

Length: Mid/short

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"Takehiko is under arrest currently, and is being watched until we can all agree on a court date. She's still with you, right?" The detective is being asked, as he takes a drag of his cigarette outside his apartment on the rooftop.

"She is." He agrees.

"But..?" His superior questions over the phone, knowing Yoongi well enough to realize when he's got something to say. "Don't tell me she wants to retract her statement. Tell her she's safe-"

"No, no that's not it." Yoongi denies, flicking the ash off of his cigarette while he leans his arms on the railings. "Rather.. unforseen circumstances that will probably push anything involving her back by a week or so." He explains with a sigh. "At least."

"So she's in heat." His superior chuckles, and Yoongi feels a bit irritated. Kim Seokjin might be a smart man, but he sure knows how to draw amusement from Yoongi's struggles every single time the chance is there.

"Not quite yet, but probably soon. She's medicated, but still, she won't be able to make any date you might have in mind right now." He explains, flicking away the smoked bud somewhere down to the ground while he checks your tracker- just to make sure.

Legally, any statement you make in court won't have any weight as long as you're in heat- so right now, you're pretty much holding the whole process in the air until you're no longer under the influence of any drugs or your hormones to say it bluntly. Yoongi himself entirely forgot about the possibility of this.

"Oh, I was about to ask how you wanted to handle that." Seokjin chuckles.

"Anything else would've gone against proto-"

"Ah come on Min Yoongi, everyone steps over the protocol here and there!" He laughs over the phone. "Do you not like her? She seemed cute when I met her, not going to lie."

"…" Yoongi can't answer. He wants to- but he realizes in this moment that he just.. never thought about it. Does he like you? Or has he just gotten used to you?

Well, he certainly doesn't mind you.

He neither minded going out to get your medications, nor does he mind how you sometimes reach for his hand at night when you sleep. He doesn't mind how you constantly try to rile him up or get on his nerves, and he definitely doesn't mind your presence when he works. But does he like it?

He.. kind of does, come to think of it.

"It's alright to admit it, you know." Seokjin hums over the phone. "I'm not testing you or anything."

"That would be exactly what you'd say if you were testing me." Yoongi argues back defensively. "Listen, I'll supervise her while she's on her meds, and I'll ring you up the minute she's through with it."

"Well, you do you detective blank-face." Seokjin jokes. "Have fun!" He laughs, and Yoongi rolls his eyes before ending the call and walking back into his apartment where you're laying flat on your stomach-

In the middle of the main room.

"And.. what is this?" He asks, though you just groan into floorboards in agony.

"I'm gonna die~!" You wail, and he sighs.

This is going to be the longest heat he'll probably ever have to sit through.

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"Stop- hey, slow down alright? One is enough for now." He tells you, taking away the pack of snacks from you. You immediately become teary eyed, grabbing after them- though his arm is longer, palm pressed against your sternum keeping you away.

"But I'm hungry!" You cry out. "I'll starve! You're gonna make me starve, is that it? Did I bother you so much that you want me dead now?" You ask dramatically, and he takes a deep breath.

"You're not starving." He clarifies as carefully as he can manage, putting the snacks back into the highest shelf where he keeps most of your foods at the moment since you use any moment where he's not looking to practically consume everything edible in his household. "You just feel empty, and you confuse that with hunger." He explains, and now you just look annoyed.

"Yeah well, who's fault is that?" You accuse with crossed arms. "Anyone else would've just screwed me already to get it over and done with." You say, and he looks at you with a blank face.

"I'm not anyone, however." He reminds you.

"I know.. I'm sorry- you're tryin'a be nice and I'm such a bitch for no reason.." you suddenly deflate, walking away from him to crawl underneath a blanket on your chaotic bed, hiding.

It's your medication- and he honestly feels sorry for you.

When you're not cramping and uncomfortable and most of all nauseous, you start to feel empty and hungry, not to mention the mess that's your emotions. One moment you're irritated by nothing, the next you're scared of everything. It's a little tough to handle, he won't lie.

Mostly because he wants to help as much as he can, but there's really a tough limit to what he can actually do without.. well, that.

"Here, drink something instead, that's more important right now." He offers, squatting down at the side of your bed with a bottle of water.

There's no answer.

"You're not asleep."

"How'd you know?!" You suddenly ask, throwing back the covers as you sit up, holding your heat quickly from the whiplash.

"Its not that hard to tell." He- chuckles?!- before he unscrews the cap of the water bottle. You drink eagerly- though you keep your eyes on him the entire time, as if you're thinking of something that involves him. "What?- no no no, my God..." he sighs as you try and talk without having swallowed down the last gulp of water, immediately forcing yourself to cough.

When you finally stop, he tries again. "First drink, then talk." He reminds you, and you nod.

"Can I ask how you got that scar? Like, who did that?" You wonder, finger reaching out to touch it- and he instinctively leans away from you. "Oh sorry, my bad." You apologize, and he shakes it off.

"Its not a cool story, really." He mumbles quietly. "Nothing what you might expect." He shrugs, screwing the cap back onto the bottle before he stands up to put it back into the fridge.

"..so?" You ask meekly, still wanting to know. "I mean you don't have to say-" you start, but he cuts you off as he washes some dishes in the sink.

"Me." He says, and you freeze in your spot. "You asked who did it." He says over his shoulder when he notices your silence, and at that, you watch him with an unreadable expression, before you get up. "What, you wanna look at it aga-"

But he's caught off guard when you simply quietly hug him from the back, soft purring trying to somehow get your feelings across.

And he understands.

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"What is it?" He asks when he notices you pacing again, not wanting to sit down at all it seems like. Your tail snaps upwards at the sound of his voice- but you're not answering for a moment.

"I need to go outside." You say, and he puts his pen down, ready to argue. You've already argued twice about this very specific topic- he can't let you outside like this on your own, the risks too high. And unbeknownst to you, it's not just because you're still a key witness to his case- but also because he personally doesn't want you to roam around outside while clearly still in heat, medicated or not.

He doesn't want to admit it yet, but his reasoning aren't just because he's a hybrid and therefore influenced by you.

"I know! I know you said I can't but I really need something and-" you argue instantly, standing in front of his desk with your legs pushed together suspiciously.

"I bought them already." He tells you nonchalantly, picking up his pen again to continue working. "They're in the bathroom, underneath the sink." He explains, and you stare at him for a moment, before you squint your eyes in suspicion, walking where he told you he'd pit what you need.

There's no way he actually-

He did.

It's definitely a more expensive brand you'd be using- but you won't question it for now, rather glad to be able to clean up and regain some comfort as you do your business and line your underwear with the hybrid-heat pads.

Maybe that'll help him, too.

You know he's affected by you inside his home even if he doesn't admit it- it's not hard to notice. He tends to go outside a lot more, he keeps a window open next to him when he works, he tries to keep any close contact to a minimum. You like that he stays respectful, sure- but you also feel awful about it, because you're just making his job and life so much more complicated right now. No one wants to willingly take care of a medicated hybrid in heat- it's exhausting, annoying, and most of all-

"Everything alright in there?" He asks through the door, knocking pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Y-yeah, no issues!" You call out, and he seems to leave at that, making you deflate. The detective seems to be a pretty good guy underneath that weird tough guy persona he puts up during his work- but it's clear to you that while he might tolerate you, and doesn't truly mind you, he doesn't like you either. He's still someone who despises his own genes, so it's a no-brainer that he probably doesn't like you either.

And you don't blame him at all.

Walking outside the bathroom, you rub your eye- and he immediately gets up to check on you. "What happened?" He wants to know, thinking you're crying, but you wave him off.

"..got.. something in my eye.." you mumble, making him click his tongue as he holds your face in his hands to tilt it upwards so he can see better. He's concentrated on his task, but his grip isn't rough or anything- he's awfully gentle, careful in locating and brushing the hair out ofbyour eye, before he lets go of you again. "..thanks." You mumble, and he nods, walking back to his desk.

"No problem." He simply answers, orange hue from the setting sun coloring the entire interior of his apartment.

"Hey, Detective.?" You ask, carefully pushing some things on his desk with your leg as you sit on the corner, making him furrow his brows at your antics- though he's used to them at this point. "Do you have like- hobbies?" You wonder, and he clicks something on his laptop before he closes the device, leaning back in his seat with crossed arms.

"Not really, no." He answers dryly.

"Boring." You huff. "Not even old-people-stuff like, I don't know, collecting stamps or something?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"No." He simply answers, and you let your shoulders drop.

"Oh come on man, I'm trying to make smalltalk here!" You whine, and he chuckles- something he's been doing recently, and it fills you with happiness, in a way. "You gotta help me out!"

"Why would I?" He asks, leaning his head to the side a bit. "You're pretty entertaining like this." He shrugs.

You, in return, pull out your tongue, before jumping down to walk into the kitchen, attempting to climb on the countertop to reach your snack-stash.

"Hey- stop that!" He immediately calls out rushing to you, pulling you down but your middle before setting you back down onto the ground.

"But De-te-ctive~!" You wail dramatically. "I'm gonna-"

"You're not going to starve, I told you." He reminds you, but you simply suddenly fall limp in his grip, practically melting through his arms like liquid before you're on the ground, giggling. He sighs.

"Your life is gonna be so fucking boring when I'm gone." You joke-

And he knows, deep inside, just how right you are.

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"Pssst, Detective.!" You hiss- but he's dead asleep. "Detective!" You hiss again, but still, he's unconscious.

It's unusual for him to sleep this tightly, not even reacting to you when you're pulling on his arm. And it's freaking you out- because you know for a fact, someone's on the roof, and its a stranger.

You're just about to slap the man, when the window crashes, making you instantly try and hide- but it's no use, because his apartment isn't big at all, and gives you nowhere to truly go in the spur of the moment like this.

You notice how the detective's eyes slowly open, as if he's fighting to wake up- but he still doesn't move.

The food delivered. The young delivery guy at the door that seemed awfully nervous. The soda only he himself had drunk yesterday.

He's so fucking stupid, he thinks to himself.

You can feel Yoongi's grip trying to hold you close to him as you hold onto his hand- but he can't bring himself to do anything else as you finally slip from his fingers, a hit to your head making you go limp as you lose consciousness right in front of his eyes.

And suddenly you're gone, apartment cold and empty again.

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silentmoths · 2 years ago

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A cold cure for Insomnia

Hey look, it's not a genshin fic

wild huh?

I'll preface this with 2 things: 1: I am, for some reason, incredibly nervous abt posting a fic that is 100% outside my wheelhouse. I've never actually posted anything but genshin fic since I started uploading a couple years ago, only like, one friend has ever seen anything else from me so this is a bit of a step. 2: this is nothing put pure, indulgent lesbian bullshit and I'll also note that I have no idea how to write f/f smut, so be gentle with me.

If you're only here for my genshin stuff, have a nice day and we'll be back to regularly scheduled bullshittery shortly. Until then, please enjoy me, self indulging over my pokemon wife.

Elite 4 Rika x Fem!Reader 7.4k words, not proofread, we die like prof. sada

NSFW, honestly it's just a whole lot of fkn smut with some fluff sprinkled in there, praise kink, hair pulling, use of toys, oral, tribbing, koraidon being an unintentional wingman.

What a day.

Sometimes you wonder how Nemona did it, rushing around doing champion things all the time. Honestly, ever since you’d beat Geeta all those years ago while you were still in school, it felt like every day was ‘go here, check this gym, go there, check that gym.’ And you were getting a little tired of it.

Especially recently, with Nemona currently travelling somewhere in the Kalos region doing Arceus knows what, and Geeta being stuck in paperwork hell with the Academy preparing for their annual treasure hunt, you’d been swamped, needing to go and check every. Single. Gym. to make sure they were all up to par.

(who knows maybe this year a new student would claim the champion title and you could retire? That’d be nice.)

Montenevera was the last stop on your trip, and while the vibe was always lovely in the snowy mountain town…you’d never been particularly fond of the cold… Only made worse by Rhyme and her gang of ghost pokemon sending a particular shiver down your spine that you just couldn’t shake.

Night had fallen by the time you finally walked out the sliding doors of the League building, only to be greeted by your one nemesis.

Fucking snow.

Here, on the outskirts of Mesagoza.

You wanted to scream, but that wasn’t very becoming of a League champion now was it?

So with a sigh, you reach for a specific pokeball on your hip. The trek home wasn’t far, but in the sleet and cold, you knew it’d be faster if you rode.

Koraidon however, apparently had other ideas.

The moment his feet touch the cold ground, he yelps and backs right up and into the League building once again.

“Koraidon…c’mon bud, we just need to get home.” you sigh “I know you’re tired too…I promise to make you the best dang sandwich when we get home…yeah?”

The paradox pokemon simply looks at you with wide, sad eyes and a low chitter before he willingly returns to his ball.

Great….just great. Not even your most reliable pokemon was willing to brave even more snow, not after today.

“Woah-ho, what’s gotten under his scales?” a familiar voice sounds from behind you, snapping you from your despondent staring at Koraidon’s pokeball. The familiar click of dress boots give her away before Rika steps into view.

How she always managed to look so very casual while pulling off suspenders was beyond you, but every time you were anywhere in the vicinity of the first member of the Elite four, you found your mouth running dry and your mind wandering very far away from here. She tilts her head at you and it takes her waving her hand in front of your eyes to realise you were absolutely staring at her.

Way to go.

“Woah, you alright? You look wiped.” She comments, her brow furrowing as she looks you up and down.

“A-ah…yeah, sorry…s’been a long few days…” you eventually mumble, turning your gaze to the floor as you clip Koraidon’s ball back to your belt with the others. “Geeta’s had me checking and rechecking all the gyms to make sure they’re ready for the next treasure hunt…we just got back from Montenevera…cold…tired…and now it’s snowing a-and Koraidon is just…too tired to take me home..”

A slender, comforting hand gently rests between your shoulder blades, rubbing small, soothing circles and it takes everything in you to not crumble apart there, man, how desperate did you have to be to nearly cry at friendly touch? “You live all the way on the other side of town, dontcha?” She asks, her free hand raising to push some of her green hair from her face as the look of worry on her features only seems to grow “Ain’t no way you’re making that walk in this state…”

“I’ll live…” you sigh, hanging your head and readjusting your bag as you lift your head to look at the snow flurry that was definitely only getting heavier.

“Nah, C’mon, you can crash at mine tonight, it’s closer.” Rika chimes, patting you on the back and passing you a wink before she heads out the door.

You blink, watching her back in silence, there was no way she had just invited you to spend the night, absolutely no way. You needed to go see a doctor and maybe get your hearing checked-

“You comin? Or did Rhyme’s Toxtricity paralyse you up there in Montenevera?” She calls, stopping and looking over her shoulder. There's a…a look in her eyes that you can't quite make out, but it makes your heart jackhammer just that little bit, especially when she turns and offers her hand “C’mon, let's get you home, yeah?”

You swallow the lump in your throat as you blink at her outstretched, gloved hand and then up at her smile.

Arceus, you were weak…how you ever made champion when you can’t even look the first of the Elite four in the eye without feeling your cheeks heat, you’ll never know.

Finally, you reach out and take her hand, not expecting her to tug you into her side, arm draping over your shoulders as she starts walking again, all but pulling you along with her. Her hand gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze as she shares her body warmth with you on the trek down the mountainside towards the tunnel. For someone so slim, she was…much warmer than you expected, and you find yourself sleepily zoning out, simply focusing on one food in front of the other.

Thankfully, Rika was pretty alright with not needing to make small talk. This wasn’t the first time you had both just…existed in the same space in silence…to be fair the silence on your part before was because you had no idea how to talk to her without muddling your words like a lovestruck idiot, and perhaps that was still the case. Regardless, you play up the ‘tired’ aspect and simply bask in being close.

The unfortunate downside to the tunnel from Mesagoza up to the League headquarters, was the wind. Right now? Frigid and inhospitable, the icy chill stinging at your eyes, at least until your companion comes to your rescue, shifting you behind her taller frame and blocking the wind, hand moving from your shoulder to your hand, giving that same reassuring squeeze as she looks over her shoulder, small smile on her face.

You swear you can feel her thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles as she bends her arm behind her back to keep a secure hold on you.

Rika…she really was something else, something you didn’t deserve.

The moment the tunnel spits you both out into Mesagoza’s side streets, she takes an immediate right. Had you been walking home, you would have had to take a left and trudge all the way to the other side of the city, past the academy and almost to the pokemon centre by the west gate.

The flurry of snow was only getting worse, you can feel your clothes growing heavy and damp, and the concrete was getting slippery. Thankfully it’s not all that long before she tugs you into an apartment building and into a blessedly warm elevator. Holding you steady as your world begins to spin and blur at the edges. Perhaps you really had pushed it a bit too much today, hitting Cascarrafa, Glaseado and Montenevera in a single day…

“Hey.” Rika murmurs as your head rests against her shoulder “Stay with me, nearly there, kay? We’ll get you inside n’warmed up, yeah?”

“Mmh…kay..” you manage to mumble back, simply enjoying being held, even if it was light. Her arm wrapped around your torso as you just breath. She smells like Cedarwood…and maybe a hint of Ozone…might have something to do with her Camerupt… but it’s not an unwelcome scent at all. You only get a few moments to enjoy it before the elevator chimes, and you’re gently tugged out into, and down a hallway. Rika’s free hand fishing her keys from her pocket. She has to let you go to get the door open, muttering something about a stuck lock and needing to call maintenance, but with a bodily shove of her shoulder, the lock clicks and the door swings open.

Her apartment is blessedly warm, she must have left the heater on when she left for work this morning, because the warm air nearly takes you out before you even enter the door, needing to lean against the frame with a relieved sigh, knowing that even if you had made it home tonight, your heater had definitely not been on, and hadn't been for several days.

Rika only laughs softly, gently pulling you inside so she could close the door.

“Here…lets get you to the bathroom and into the shower…you’re absolutely freezing.” She mutters. Half-carrying you down the hall. Her apartment is…honestly what you expected. Neat enough, but not overly tidied. Lived in, comfortable, Inviting. Shades of soft greens and earthy tones scattered everywhere, a few large pokemon beds scattered about for her pokemon to enjoy outside of their balls. The only things really alluding to the fact that Rika was far more well off than most had to be the massive TV mounted to the living room wall, and what looked like one of the newer game consoles…the ones that had been super hard to get because of a manufacturing supply issue…fancy.

You don't quite register that she’s slowly pulling your clothes away from you until she’s already got your beanie, scarf and jacket off, each item thrown into her laundry hamper, at some point she’d also already started the shower for you, the room already beginning to fill with steam. You snap back to reality when theres a gently tug at the hem of your shirt, silently asking for your permission to remove it.

“O-oh, I uh…s-sorry…” you mumble, raising your arms above your head anyway, cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment as she pulls the item away, the tank top beneath still leaving you modest enough to not die on the spot. “I-I can handle it from here…”

“You sure?” she murmurs softly “S’no big deal to me.”

“Y-yeah…I’ll be fine…thanks.”

You watch as the tiniest hint of…disappointment? Flickers across her features…no, surely you were imagining…but she doesn’t push it any further.

“Alrighty, I’ll go find something you can wear for the night and then throw your clothes in the laundry once you’re in the shower, yeah?”

“Mm…t-thank you Rika…you really…you didn’t have to-” you mumble, unable to meet her gaze, but she just smiles and shrugs, her fingers slowly pushing a stray strand of hair out of your face.

“And what if I wanted to? You look like you need a break.” She retorts, sliding past you and continuing down the hall before you can reply.

Soon enough, the rest of your clothes join the laundry hamper and you slip into the shower, beneath the scalding spray and you want to cry all over again, your fingers begin to prick with pins and needles as they slowly regain feeling, serves you right for leaving your gloves at home.

A few minutes into your shower, you hear the distinctive, soft thud of cloth hitting the counter. “Here’s some jammies, sorry if they’re a bit big.” Rika chuckles before vanishing back down the hall. You almost don’t want to get out of the hot spray, especially not once you start giving yourself a good scrub down with whatever fancy-branded body wash she kept in here.

At least now you know what to buy that would make you smell like cedarwood…

After you feel the last of the day’s grime finally wash from your body, you shut off the water and poke your head out of the shower. Thankfully Rika had already left a towel waiting atop the clothes she’d sacrificed to you. It’s as you’re drying off that you finally get a good look in the mirror and…wow…

Now you think you understand why she’d been so concerned…you look like you had two black eyes, that's how tired you were…

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You find Rika relaxing in the living room watching TV when you finally emerge, changed into a fresh set of long pyjamas and- you can’t even stop the giggle when you notice the clodsire slippers.

“Where on earth did you get those?” you ask, pointing to said slippers, earning a grin and a snicker from their wearer.

“Larry actually.” She chuckles ��secret santa a couple years back.” With that, she pats the spot on the couch next to her, and you, now warm and content, plop down beside her without a second thought, leaning against the arm of the couch with a content sigh. “How’re you feelin?” she asks, idly flipping through the channels.

“Mmh…much better…thank you again…I…I don’t think I would have made it home…not in this weather.”

“Oh I coulda told you that, Honey. In fact I’m pretty sure I did.” She snickers, her lips quirking at the side when she notes the way your cheeks flush pink at the pet name. “I’ve ordered some takeout, s’too cold to go out n’ grab food...and I’m usually too beat after work to bother cooking.”

“Then how the hell do you stay so skinny?” You snicker at her, receiving a wink in response.

“Oh I take my cardio seriously.” is all the response she gives before she finally decides there is nothing decent on regular TV, and switches over to a streaming service, throwing on some random popular movie.

Once again, you both settle into a comfortable silence, Rika rising from the couch half an hour in to fetch the dinner left at her door before returning, at some point with a blanket in tow. You sit up a little as she places the food on the coffee table and plops down right beside you this time, draping the blanket over both your laps. It’s not until you take the first mouthful of that delightful galarian curry, that you realise just how hungry you are, barely paying attention to the movie as you scarf down your meal, fighting back tears at Rika’s acts of kindness for the third time today, and only seemingly taking a breath once you’ve finished your meal, leaning back into the arm of the couch with a content sigh, only to squeak when Rika finishes her own a few minutes later and bodily leans into your side, head to your chest and arms slowly wrapping around your torso as she pulls her legs up and gets comfortable beside you with a content huff.

Arceus she was just so…so handsome, breathtaking… and she was just…cuddling you like you’d both been doing this kind of thing for years… it was sudden, but it didn’t feel wrong…and slowly, you bring your arm down from where it had been splayed along the back of the couch, to gently card through her hair, pulling some of her bangs from her face and tucking them behind her ear.

“Hmm…you should get some sleep, kiddo…arceus knows you need it.” She hums, glancing up at you from her spot on your chest. You know she’s right, and she doesn’t complain when you shift, even reaching behind her to hand you an extra cushion to tuck behind your head as you lay out along the couch, Rika coming to rest between your legs, head once again leaning onto your chest, her extra warmth and weight just adding another layer of comfort as you both go back to watching the movie.

Now usually, usually you were the kind of person who could drop off watching a movie quite easily. But on very rare occasions, you would find yourself struck with bouts of insomnia, and unfortunately for you, they always seemed to happen after periods of prolonged stress.

Like needing to go and personally make sure every gym was up to standards…

Before you even knew it, the credits begin to roll, you’re exhausted, but offensively awake, to the point where even Rika is surprised, blinking those beautiful crimson eyes up at you.

“Can’t sleep?” she asks with a tilt of her head.

“Sometimes Insomnia is a bitch.” You concede, she makes a noise of understanding.

“Ah, yeah…I know that feeling…” she admits, staring up at you, to the point you feel your cheeks heating again, and you avert your gaze “but, thankfully, I know the best solution for that.” She adds, shimmying to push herself up on her hands and knees, looming over you, some of her hair, having been free��d of its usual ponytail, cascading over her shoulders to tickle at your face.

“O-oh? And…what might that be?” that look in her eyes is back, the one you couldn’t quite read properly back at HQ, but here, with her inches from your face? It’s loud and clear.

Hunger.

“Do you trust me?” She asks, her lips quirking into a smirk as you shrink beneath her.

“W-would I have followed you home if I hadn’t?” you manage to squeak back at her, nowhere near as confident and commanding as it had sounded in your head. It’s enough to make her chuckle, and you watch in a daze as she licks her lips, a single hand coming up to softly grip your chin, lifting your face.

“Hm, touche…” and with that, her lips are on yours, she swallows the squeaking gasp that you let out, taking the opportunity of your mouth being open to send her tongue in to explore. To you it feels like electricity, like you’d just taken a thunderbolt to the senses; She’s soft, gentle, probing, gauging your reactions. Apparently she must have liked what she got, because she deepens the kiss, nipping at your lips as one hand tangles in your hair, rougher. You like this a bit better.

You’re the one who needs to come up for air first, pulling your face away with a loud, breathless gasp as you try to catch your breath.

The look you find waiting for you is…predatory, is the only word that comes to mind, and if it wasn’t for the fact she was already between your knees, you’d be squeezing your thighs together so tight, because it’s doing something…funny to your insides.

“Hmm…you ever done anything like…this before?” She asks, voice low and husky and you’re very ready to pass away, but you manage a shake of your head and the grin you get in response?

It’s like a Mightyena who’s just found it’s lunch. She was going to eat you, and she was going to enjoy every second of it.

“Well then, we’d best move…couch sex is great n’ all, but I’d rather your first time be somewhere a little more comfortable.” she remarks, pulling away. You whine at the loss of her extra warmth, but that whine quickly turns to a yelp when she takes your arm and drags you up with a strength she hadn’t shown you before. Always full of tricks, Rika was.

The admittedly short trek down the hall to her room is…hindered. Every few steps you’d find yourself pressed against the wall, Rika towering over you as hands tangle in your hair and lips crash to yours as she steals what little breath you manage to catch before you’re separating, taking a couple more steps and repeating the process.

Right outside the bedroom door, the slim trainer actually lifts you up the wall a ways, enough so that your legs instinctively wrap around her waist, nothing but her pyjama pants and the thin boxer’s you’d borrowed off her keeping you apart, but already entirely too much clothing in the way. You moan loudly when she rolls her hips into yours, the sensations all new and overwhelming, but you don't think you’ve ever felt this good before in your life.

Her hands find your ass as she pulls back from the wall, holding you to her firmly as you both finally stumble into her room, only given a second to brace before she’s throwing you down into the blankets, and even less time before she’s on you, grinning and hungry as hands fly up your top, pushing it up your chest so she can finally access some skin.

“A-ah! Rika-” her name was lost on her for the time being, far too engrossed in leaving open mouthed kisses along your chest and stomach, mouth latching over one of your nipples while her hand works at the other. Your own hands twisting and clenching at her blanket, your squirming only made worse when she shifts again, her knee pressing between your legs and right against your aching cunt.

At some point, she manages to wrangle the top off you completely, throwing it to the void so her hands can explore the expanse of your chest properly, she leaves no patch of skin untouched, no freckle or blemish uncharted, and when your whining begins to pitch as the nipple she sucks on becomes too sensitive, she gets go, only to latch to your collar bone instead, hands roaming your body.

You let out an embarrassingly pitiful mewl when her fingers dip beneath the waistband of your borrowed boxers, and you immediately bring a hand up to cover your mouth. Rika, apparently, doesn’t like that. Her hand retreating from its place as she props herself on the other, pulling away entirely, even shifting her knee back, depriving you of that delicious friction. Your hand is tugged away from your mouth and pinned to your side, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

“Don’t.” She scolds quietly “I wanna hear you.”

“B-but-”

“Don’t be a brat.” she interjects, eyes flashing dangerously “I know that aint’ you… you wanna be a good girl, yeah?”

Oh.

Oh no.

That shouldn’t have such an effect on you.

There’s no hiding it from Rika either. Her smirk widens as she stares smugly down at your trembling frame.

“Oh? You like that huh? Well then, are you gonna be a good girl and do as I say?” she hums “I’ll make sure you feel real good, yeah?”

“M-mhm…” is all you manage to squeak out, earning a raised eyebrow.

“What was that? Didn’t quite hear you there, princess.” Rika snickers. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and the humiliation burns your ears and makes your insides squirm in a way you didn’t think would feel as good as it did.

“I-I’ll be good…” you whisper, your hands twisting into the sheets as Rika hums, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your burning cheek.

“That’s a good girl.” she purrs “you just relax n’let me handle things, kay?”

You actually sigh into the kiss when she does finally return to what she was doing, your arms wrapping over her shoulders as she shifts back into place, hands lightly roaming your skin, teasing and testing sensitive spots, occasionally getting a little rougher, just enough to rile you a little more, before settling again. Before she can get back into your pants however, you tug at her shirt, whining into her mouth; thankfully, Rika is smart, she gets your hint and pulls away just long enough to tug her top off.

Her skin is soft, smooth, a few burn scars and claw marks here and there as she settles beside you, one of your thighs caught between her knees as she wraps an arm under your shoulders, pulling you close to her chest as the other hand grazes southward, she doesn't dally once her fingers breech the waistband of your boxers, quickly locating the sticky mess between your thighs with a pleased hum.

“Mmm, look at that…” she hums as a pair of fingers easily delve through your pussy, retracting from your boxers entirely so she can admire the glistening slick dripping from her fingers. “You’re so wet already, honey…” Rika makes sure you watch as she pops those two fingers into her mouth and you squeak, face burning in embarrassment.

She doesn’t give you much time to react, the moment she pulls those slender fingers from her lips, she shifts, your boxers are wrenched off and you’re left bare before her as she parts your knees to settle on her belly between your thighs, eyes flashing devilishly in the low light, and hot breath ghosting over your most sensitive parts.

“R-Rika-”

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to get you into my bed.” She rasps between open-mouthed kisses along your thighs, arms wrapping around to keep yout hips in place as she takes her sweet time. “When was it… mmh, yeah I think it was…two years ago? Koraidon suddenly came out of his ball all sorry lookin’ in the middle of a meeting…”

Oh Arceus, you remember that meeting… Perhaps you’d been a little soft with Koraidon…he’d learnt that if he looked sorry enough, you’d make him a sandwich… but it was getting awfully hard to focus when a warm tongue suddenly licks a flat stripe into your cunt, and lips seal around your clit, shocking you from your thoughts as her strong hands prevent you from accidentally crushing her head with your thighs.

“Without even stopping to think, you got up n’ you got him what he needed.” she whispers into your thigh once she finally pulls away “middle of a meetin… n’ heres our newest champion, making a sandwich for her pokemon.” she chuckles “I dunno…something about how casually you just…did that…I’ve wanted this ever since but Geeta’s always had you running all over the place, pinning you down has always been impossible…least until today.”

“Rika…”

“You’re always doing everything for everyone else… you deserve to relax.” For a brief moment, she flashes you a genuine smile, not a hint of that handsome smirk that you’re so used to; just genuine warmth before she tugs you down by your hips and returns her mouth to you, long strokes of her tongue between your folds that leave any words dead in your throat, and your hands tangling in her hair for any semblance of control. You didn’t want to hurt her, but when she sucks harshly on your clit, you cry out and yank on her hair a little harder than you’d meant to, any apology dying when she groans and shudders, her eyes rolling back for a moment.

“You’re killin me, kid.” She sighs in the brief moment she brings herself to separate from you “keep doin that and you might end up in trouble.”

It sounds like a threat… but the way she suddenly looks so…debauched, has you tugging at her silky hair again when a pair of fingers slowly begin to prod at your core, spurring her on as you squirm and mewl.

Eventually, you feel something deep in your belly, different from before, something building that has your breath coming harshly as you try to squirm away, stopped by a firm hand pressing just below your navel.

“R-rika-! s-somethings…I-I feel-” you whimper as the pressure builds, you expect her to pull away in concern, but her eyes flash with realisation, and she only seems to double down, her long, slender fingers curling inside of you and brushes against…something. Something that has you nearly scream her name as that pressure snaps and your world turns white, fingers curling harshly into her hair.

Somewhere, through the haze, you feel a weight resting on you, and a hand resting on your cheek, but it takes a little longer for your ears to finally stop ringing and realise Rika was gently calling your name.

“There you are..” She chuckles softly as you finally remember how to uncross your eyes and look at her. “That looked intense…you ok?”

“Uh…uh-huh…” you respond dumbly, resting your cheek against her hand “what…what was that..?”

Rika’s lips pull into a thin, concerned line as her brows furrow.

“They really didn’t teach sex-ed at the academy, did they?” She asks.

“I-I mean…they did…s’just…basic..” you mumble as you slowly come down from…whatever high that just was.

“Obviously.” she sighs with a shake of her head “Was that seriously your first orgasm?”

Oh.

“oh…I uh…yeah…I guess it was.” and the humiliation was back. You knew what an orgasm was in theory…you’d just..never bothered to try it yourself.

“Well…I suppose I should count myself honoured then.” She snickers, leaning in to kiss at your undoubtedly sweaty forehead. “Couple more of those N’ I think you’ll be sleeping like a Komala.”

“M-more…?” you whisper, she laughs, catching your wide-eyed expression.

“Oh yeah, that was just foreplay, sweet thing…you did so well.”

And the praise was back, despite the way your joints feel molten hot, you still manage to squirm beneath her.

“I- s-should I…um…h-help you now?” your question is barely a whisper, all nerves…you have no idea how she did what she did but it felt…wrong to take and not give.

But Rika only shakes her head.

“What’d I say before?” she chides, slowly sitting back on her knees “Your one job tonight is to relax…I’ve got you.”

“But…what about you-”

“Don’t you worry about me. I’ll get off eventually.” She chuckles, smirking when you sigh and relent. “I want one more outta you before then though.” She mumbles as she shifts out from between your knees, sitting and reaching for her bedside table as you stare at the ceiling, basking in the shaky afterglow.

“D-did you…mean what you said before?” you mumble more at the ceiling than anything “that you’ve been…waiting for this..?”

“What reason do I have to lie to you?” She chuckles as she fiddles with…whatever she’s fiddling with. “You earned my respect the day you beat me when you first took on the Elite four, my admiration when you beat Geeta and became a champion…”

“God…those stupid glasses haunt me.” you snicker, remembering rather vividly being sat, alone in a room with Rika when you had first taken on the league, you’d read up plenty on other pokemon leagues in other regions, but never once had any of them had an interview-style exam right at the start.

“Hey, I like my glasses, thank you very much!” Rika snorts as she finally shifts back over, pulling you close with one arm as something…new slides between your legs, a quick glance and- oh.

You never really took Rika for the kind to own toys…but…at the same time, you never really gave it much thought. It’s nothing extreme, but to you, who’s never had anything other than a pair of slender fingers inside you very recently, the silicone toy is still rather intimidating.

“This ok?” She asks, mouthing at your neck and shoulder “if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”

“I…I do..just..nervous is all.”

“Mmh, good girl, so trusting…” there she goes again with the pet name that makes you shiver, not helped by the cold press of lubricated silicone against your still-sensitive cunt, gently pressing just that little bit further as Rika mouths your neck, nibbling down on the juncture between throat and shoulder, an adequate distraction as she pulls your leg out of the way with her own and sinks the toy in, slowly, almost tender as she coos comforts, coaxing you to relax, praise falling from her easily.

“Look at that, you took it so well.” She praises once the toy reaches the hilt “fuck, you’re making me regret not buying a harness… might just have to pick one up so I can fuck you proper, yeah?”

You can't even bring yourself to respond to her dirty talk, blinking hazily downwards as you gently press a hand just below your belly-button, taking the hint, Rika pulls the toy almost all the way out and then thrusts it back in. The feeling of it inside you, plus being able to feel it beneath your hand makes you moan loud and long, head falling back against the pillows as Rika lets you go, using her now free arm to prop herself up to watch you as she begins rhythmically working the dildo in and out of you, a small shift of her thumb has it brushing against your clit every time she sinks the silicone back into you, only adding to the layers of pleasure as your toes curl and your legs twitch.

“Look at you taking it like you were made for this, good girl.” she purrs, licking at her lips “I really shoulda found another reason to get you alone waaay before now.”

“Ungh…please…p-please…more…” It takes more than you feel like it should to beg, good as it felt, you’re worried that Rika was perhaps treating you just a little too softly. “Rika please…please please pleas-”

“Woah there, settle down baby.” She whispers, kissing at your cheek “Lookit you, telling me what you want like a good girl…who am I to deny the champion?”

Your attempt at telling her she didn’t need to use your title is quickly drowned out when she sits up, plunging the toy deeper inside of you with this new angle, brushing up against that one spot that had triggered your last orgasm. Her free hand pins your chest down as she smiles down at you, predatory and hungry for your reactions as she ups the pace, occasionally stopping to really grind the toy deep inside of you, right against that sensitive spot that has your voice pitch higher while you grip at Rika’s hand like your life depended on it.

As your next orgasm draws closer, you whimper, tugging at her hand, overstimulated ,overwhelmed, knowing you needed something, but not quite sure what that something was. At least until Rika pulls you to sit up, not even interrupting her pace as she braces you against her chest so you can hide your face away into the crook of her neck. All the while she mutters praise and pet names into your ear. She groans when that knot snaps for the second time tonight and you cry her name into her throat. You don’t pass out like you’re pretty sure you did last time at least, but as the shocks of pleasure begin to fade out, you really do begin to feel the pull of exhaustion behind your eyes as you slump against Rika’s shoulder, whimpering quietly when she slowly pulls the toy from your sensitive core, feeling the way your muscles involuntarily clench around it.

“How was that, baby? You doin alright?” She asks, gently tossing the toy back towards the bedside table as she turns her attention back to you. You were dizzy, dazed, and exhausted, yet through all that one thought still persisted.

She’d been doing all of this for you, and she still had her goddamn pants on.

Her breath hitches when your hand drops to her thighs, pressing beneath the waistband as you try to swallow down your nervousness to return the favour properly, biting your lip as you find the slick, wet mess already waiting for you; in a way, it was comforting to know that she was in fact, turned on by all of this. You’re clumsier than Rika at this, inexperienced and nervous, but you listen as she lets out a shuddering breath, her head leaning against yours for a moment as you slowly gain some confidence. That is until she grabs your wrist, ignoring your whine as she pulls your hand away and lays you back down, taking a moment to kiss any air out of your lungs, trying to calm your fraying nerves at being denied the chance to please her.

“Hey… It’s ok sweetie.” She murmurs against your lips, uncaring of your wide-eyed pout “One more…”

“Nooo.” you whine, wiggling in her grip “I cant…s’too much Rika…” truly, you didn't think you could take another, no matter how good it felt, the first two had been so intense, but Rika only smiles.

“I know you can give me one more, sweet girl.” she purrs, watching as you squirm and shake your head like you could actually deny her. “Will you stop being a brat if I told you this one will also get me off?”

At that, your squirming stops as you blink tiredly up at her, earning a chuckle and a fond shake of her head.

“R-really?”

“Yeah, s’nice n easy on you too…you wanna try?”

You seriously doubted she could get another out of you, hell, you seriously doubted you could stay awake for much longer, her initial plan definitely working…but if it brought her pleasure too…

“O-ok…I’ll try…”

“That’s my girl.” She whispers softly, pressing just as soft a kiss to your lips “Lay back for me, princess.”

You do just that, shifting a few pillows to get comfortable, if you thought your joints ached before, now you felt like you've made the trip to the three final gyms today on foot…perhaps you should make Koraidon his favourite sandwich as thanks for carrying you around all day.

You feel Rika take hold of one of your legs, lifting it so your knee bends over her shoulder as she settles into place, finally free of her own bottoms as she slots her pelvis against yours. You gasp at the feeling of your cores pressing together. It felt…soft, but almost way more intimate and intense than anything she’d done to you prior…whatever she was doing, definitely wasn’t covered in any sex-ed class you’d taken back in school.

You’re about to ask, when she rolls her hips and oh-

Perhaps it was your already overstimulated state, or just the position itself, but as she slowly grinds herself against you, the friction leaves you breathless, even more so when you look at Rika’s face. Her brow is furrowed in deep concentration as she bites at her bottom lip, face contorting in pleasure as she groans into your knee, her nails digging into the soft flesh of your thigh as she rolls her hips just a little harder, the pain only adding to the sensation.

“S-shit…” she pants, “fuck you feel so good…good girl..” she moans, head tilting back as she stares up at the ceiling, shuddering when you whimper and lift your hips as she rolls down again, sending another jolt of pleasure through you both. “That’s it princess, j-just like that… you’re gettin real good at this…”

Her words of pleasured praise do…something else to you, sparking that last bit of energy you had left to life as you continue to try and keep rhythm with her, grinding together slow and deep and watching in awe as the first member of the elite four comes apart in front of you for the first time, her sounds going from quite whispers to long moans and pleasured keens.

“Rika- R-rika…” you pant “mmf-fuck… can’t believe it’s taken this long..” the words are out of your mouth before you have the forethought to think about them “I’ve had the stupidest crush on you since we first met back when I was taking the gym challenge… you were so- ah! H-handsome and intimidating…I…thought you were a-a man and nearly called you S-sir-”

“FUCK-” her shout actually makes you jolt, and you realise she’s cumming, cunt grinding deliciously into your own as she bites down on your leg, the sudden extra jolt of pleasure-pain sending you over the edge as well with an open-mouthed scream.

Somewhere in the haze before you pass out, you make a mental note to try calling Rika ‘sir’ next time…if there was a next time.

–

It’s light out when you wake the next morning, blinking sleep from your eyes as you look out the window.

Seems the snow had only picked up during the night, most of which you don't remember after…well, everything. Save for a straw in your mouth, Rika’s gentle voice coaxing a few sips of fluid into you, and a damp cloth wiping you down, hushing your overstimulated whimpers of protest.

Somehow she’d even managed to get you dressed again without waking you…you must have crashed hard. Yet the thing that sticks out to you is that the bed is severely lacking in another body, Rika nowhere to be found.

At first, a pit of worry sows itself into your gut. Had she gone to sleep on the couch after all that? Had she had second thoughts-

A clatter from down the hall, and her warm laughter however, abate that somewhat.

“You’re such an ungainly thing.” you hear her snicker “Hold on a second it’s nearly done, needy lizard.”

Koraidon’s telltale ‘i'm hungry and sad, feed me’ whine quickly turns to happy chirping at the promise of food, his head turning to the hallway as you shuffle out of bed, blanket and all to trudge down the hall. happily leaving Rika to her business as he trots over to greet you, shoving his massive snout right into your belly.

“See? All your complainin’ woke her up!” Rika snorts, resting a hand on her hip. “N’here i was trying to make you breakfast before you woke up…”

Your cheeks heat a little at the sentiment.

“Keyword is try…good luck getting any cooking past Koraidon…” you mumble softly, petting said pokemon’s head feathers down as the other trainer leaves the kitchen, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Well, initially I’d enlisted him to help, but that turned out to be a bust..” She snickers. “G’mornin.”

“M-morning..”

Rika tilts her head at you with an amused grin “aw, actin all shy after everything that happened last night?” she muses, chuckling when all the response you give is a slightly redder face before you drop your head into Koraidon’s feathers. Her amusement soon melts away as a warm, now intimately familiar hand, comes to rest on your back.

“Hey…” she sighs “I enjoyed myself last night… I hope you did too…”

“I-I did… its just…I…” you nibble at your bottom lip, unable to come up with the words to describe how you’re feeling. Giddy and nervous, emotional and excited, all wrapped up into one package.

Thankfully, your companion seems to take it in stride, pressing another kiss to your temple before she returns to the kitchen.

“Oh by the way.” She pipes up after a moment. “Geeta called this morning…snow’s a little too heavy today so HQ’s shut…looks like we have a long weekend.”

Oh, an extra day off? That's probably the best news you could have gotten today, considering your legs were still shaking like a newborn deerling…

“Nice..” you giggle, slowly shuffling towards the couch, pulling her blanket up over your shoulders as you flop down by the arm and get cozy.

“Thats what I said.” She snickers, soon joining you with a hot plate of food. If you’d thought the galarian curry last night had been good, this trumped it, your body screaming for food after last night’s exertion.

“Y’know, if you want…you’re more than welcome to crash here for the weekend…” Rika throws the offer casually as she eats, content smile upon her face as she watches you from the corner of her eye “Snow’s only gotten heavier since yesterday, n’I don't wantcha getting hurt tryina get home..”

This time, you can hear the intent behind her words, the intent you couldn’t read yesterday as you turn your head towards the window, to the almost whiteout of Masagoza. You contemplate the offer as you polish off your breakfast, placing the plate on the coffee table before you, watching as Koraidon happily trots up to lick the plate clean with a happy chirp.

“Hmmm…well, if you’re happy to have me…who am I to say no…sir.” you know it’s cheeky, you know it’s going to end badly for you, but watching Rika’s face suddenly go from cool, calm and collected, to beet red is totally worth it before she shoves the last mouthful of her own food into her mouth, slamming the plate onto the table before she grabs you by the collar of your shirt and hauls you up.

You cackle all the way down the hall as she all but drags you back to the bedroom.

You were in for a long weekend indeed.

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ghostofskywalker · 11 months ago

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I’m so excited to read the winter ficlet stories 🤧😩 I just have to send in a request

• no way you’re driving - with Harley Quinn, she/her reader. Maybe the roads are icy and it’s getting dark so when Harley goes to tug on the driver’s car door reader is a bit sceptical + nervous

thank you for the prompt!! i hope you enjoy it :)

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summary: after dinner, you have a playful argument with your girlfriend about who's driving home.

Safety First

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It didn’t usually snow in Gotham, and even when it did, the snow never stayed around for too long. The city was loud, dirty, and smelly, and you sometimes joked that its personality was what managed to scare away most winter storms. But this time nature had not turned and fled, and fluffy white flakes were falling from the sky, finally beginning to blanket the ground and you walked out of a restaurant with your girlfriend, the sky dark and the air cold.

“Look at this!” Harley laughed, immediately taken over by a sense of inquisitive wonder that you loved to see on her. So much had happened to her before you met, and so much continues to happen to the two of you (it’s an occupational hazard for career criminals, but you wouldn’t give it up for a second), so the fact that she still was able to let go of any worry and bask in the simple joys of life when the time warranted was a wonderful sight. “It’s snowin’! And it looks like it’s gonna stick!”

And you couldn’t help the way a big smile spread across your face at the sight of her. “I think the weatherman said we’ll have a nice blanket on the ground tomorrow morning,” you said.

“Then we’re gonna make snow angels!!!” Harley was fully jumping through the air at this point, and you just managed to catch her as she stumbled on a patch of ice that was hidden away in the dark.

“We should focus on getting home first,” you said, knowing the extra risks you spent by hanging outside of this restaurant for too long (even though you did pay the bill this time, you never wanted to take too many chances). Harley rose to her feet and immediately headed towards the driver’s side door of the car, but you were quicker. “There’s no way you’re driving.”

“But babeeeeeeeee, we’d get home in no time, and then we wouldn’t have to worry about anything!”

You shook your head. “You driving is risky enough in broad daylight in the middle of summer, let alone with icy roads in the dark.”

She giggled. “But it’s more exciting if we do it my way!”

You raised your eyebrows at her, knowing that you were never good at resisting the smile she currently wore. But this situation had stakes that were a little bit higher than just staying in bed for another hour, so you held your ground. “I just want to make sure we’re safe Harl.”

“You’re no fun.”

You knew this was all part of her natural flair for the dramatics, so you just smiled and let the fake insult sit in the air for a moment before responding. “Yet you love me anyway.”

“You’re fucking right I do,” was her response as she tried to move past you (to open the car door, no doubt). “Because you do so much for me all the time, I just want to do something for you.”

Okay, you were definitely no longer hiding the grin on your face as you registered her words. “My love, I think the best thing you can do right now to help is not to give me a heart attack on the way home from dinner.”

She was silent, as if pretending to consider the offer or come up with one as a counter, but you knew it was mostly a ruse. “Alright,” was her eventual response, the last syllable dragged out into something of a whine, and you just laughed, leaning in to place a soft (but short) kiss on her lips. Against the chilliness of the winter air, kissing her was like being wrapped in a warm blanket.

“Come on,” you said as you pulled apart. “Let your princess in shining armor drive you home, and then we can enjoy the snow from somewhere a little warmer than this.”

She leaned in, and another kiss was stolen just as quickly as the one before. “You drive a hard bargain, babe. I think I can agree to those terms.”

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wheels-of-despair · 1 year ago

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Enough | A Make Up Story | Tom Grant x You | Series Masterlist

Chapter 7: If We Don't Sleep, Tomorrow Won't Come Words: 1.4k

You woke to the sound of shuffling.

You look around in the dim light and see that Tom's not with you. You sit up, squinting further into the caravan, and see him by the door.

"Tom?" you ask. "What's wrong?"

"Gotta go check on April," he mumbles, jamming his feet into his shoes without tying them. "Be right back."

You look out the side window and don't see anything but a few lights on in her van. Is this abnormal? You sit at the end of the bed and wait for him to return with answers.

He comes back in a rush and reaches for his radio. You stand in the doorway and wait for him to fill you in.

"Kai!" A pause. "KAI."

"What," is his answer.

"April's gone missing again."

"Fuck." You hear crackling and thumping from Kai's end. "Everybody up!"

Tom sits down to tie his shoes properly as other people begin checking in.

"Tom?" you ask, starting to get scared.

"April wanders off sometimes at night. Every time I wake up, I look over and make sure her lights are still off. She turns them on as she roams through the house and forgets to turn them off."

"This happens often?"

Tom rubs his face. "More and more. Used to be once every few months, but she just did it last week. It's getting worse."

He sees the panic on your face. "She's alright, she never goes far. She's around here somewhere."

Without another word, you start pulling on clothes. You're tying your shoes by the time Kai lets himself in. He looks at you with half-lidded eyes, and you're not sure if it's a glare or if that's just his face.

"C'mon then."

You slip your jacket on and follow the boys outside and up the path toward the office.

Jade and Ruth are already there.

Her jaw drops when she sees you, but there's no time to explain. Kai assigns search areas and hands out flashlights and radios to the skeleton staff who didn't already have them, and before things can get weirder, you take your equipment and speed toward the section you're supposed to check.

You've got a block of locked rentals. You walk the road between them, shining your light all around and calling for April. It's darker over here than by Tom's van, and you quite miss that warm orange glow in the cold, damp night. By the time you start wondering how far this little road goes, you hear Tom's frantic voice on the radio.

"I've found her, she's fallen down the dunes, I thinks he's broken something, call an ambulance!"

You're closer to the dunes than the office, so you take off in search of your only friends in this godforsaken place.

"Where you at?" Kai's gruff voice comes through.

You spot Tom's flashlight down below while he's trying to explain his location over the radio. You climb to the top of a hill, just like you did when you were looking for Jade, and wave your flashlight in the direction of the office so they can find him.

"I see ya, quit waving your damn light in my eyes," Kai grunts.

"What're you on about?" Tom asks.

"That was me," you answer into your borrowed radio, planting your flashlight in the sand and leaving it there as a marker.

You slide your way down the sandy slope toward Tom and April. She's lying on her back, shivering, her top half covered in Tom's jacket. He's holding her hand with the one that's not holding the radio.

"Hey," you whisper, dropping to your knees by April's other side. You peel your jacket off and drape it over her legs, then reach for her free hand. It's freezing. You hold it between both of yours.

You and Tom glance up from the shivering woman between you to lock eyes. You don't know he's so calm about this. You're terrified.

You turn your heads when you hear voices. A moment later, several flashlights pop into view.

Kai, Kyle - the guy who'd called the tow truck for you - Jade, and Ruth appear. You focus on April. You can only handle one crisis at at time.

"Girls, go up and wait for the ambulance. Show them where to go."

"Sure, Kai," Jade answers in that velvety voice of hers. You can't look at her. You hear them retreat, then Kai nudges your leg with his boot.

"Are you a girl?"

"Leave her alone," Tom says with a hint of warning in his voice. You lift your eyes for a second to shoot him a look of gratitude, then turn your focus back to April, whose icy hand is still in yours.

When you finally hear sirens, Kai and Kyle walk toward the sound, presumably to guide them down the dunes.

"Hear that, love?" Tom asks. "The ambulance is here. They're gonna get you warm and patch you up and have you back on your feet before you know it."

"I'll never win that ballroom dancing competition now," she laments. You and Tom look at her, and then at each other, and then back down at her again. "It's a joke, my dears."

A wave of relief washes over you. "At least her sense of humor's still intact," you grin. Tom laughs.

"I'll train you myself, April." He smiles warmly down at her. "Get you back into shape. The others won't stand a chance."

"And I'll be your nutritionist," you offer with a grin. "Tommy's really gotta branch out from that spaghetti and cereal diet of his."

He sticks his tongue out at you, and she chuckles. "Ow, ow, don't make me laugh."

"Sorry," you both say together, grinning at each other and then down at her.

Kai, Kyle, and two uniformed people carrying a stretcher slog their way through the sand and over to you. Neither you or Tom makes a move until they tell you to.

They get her on the stretcher, replace your jackets with a warm blanket, and begin carrying her away. You hadn't realized how cold you'd gotten until you put your jacket back on.

You and Tom trail a few paces behind as Kai and Kyle guide the paramedics to a path further down the beach that's easier to travel. When you arrive at the ambulance, Tom reaches out to squeeze April's hand one last time before they put her in, and you offer her an encouraging smile. You stand together and watch them strap her in and close the doors.

It's nearly 4 in the morning when the ambulance pulls away.

"You lot go to bed," Kai orders, stomping toward the office.

This sounds like a great idea, but as you turn back toward Tom's van, you see that Jade has been standing behind you. Ruth is there as well. You freeze.

"How long have you been here?"

Once again, she's made you forget how to speak.

The four of you stand there staring - you and Tom vs. Jade and Ruth - for what feels like an eternity.

"I told you fuckers to go to bed!" Kai roars, exiting the office.

You feel Tom bristle next to you, and to avoid whatever's been brewing between him and Kai, you do what needs to be done: You find your voice.

"Why don't we do this tomorrow? We're all too tired for more drama tonight."

Ruth nods in agreement. Tom seethes, and Jade just looks confused.

You all scatter as the heavy sound of Kai's stomping boots draws nearer. You don't know exactly what kind of authority he actually has, but the guy just rubs you the wrong way. You want to stay away from him as much as possible.

It feels like you've been holding your breath from the time you woke up in a Tom-less bed to the time you crawled back into it with him. You let out a sigh that probably made the curtains in the living room flutter.

"You alright?" he asks.

"Yeah," you breathe.

"Sorry about Kai."

"It's not your fault he's such a bitch."

Tom laughs.

"We should sleep," he says.

"I don't want to."

"Why not?"

"Because tomorrow, we have to deal with them."

"So if we don't sleep, tomorrow won't come?" he asks with amusement.

"Sounds reasonable to me."

#writings of despair #tom grant is enough #tom grant #tom grant x you #tom grant x reader #sorry april i'll make it up to you i promise

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psychangels · 11 months ago

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sometimes I just wanna read about korsica and peppermint going on a date. This is a request if you wanna

i think more ppl should write abt them just goin on dates honestly! let em have a nice time!

and yk, i'll take this opportunity to be the change i wanna see

It's a nice, breezy afternoon. The streets are a bit busy, but that's to be expected at this time of day. It's noisy. Could be worse, though.

Korsica breathes in deeply as she walks down the street. The fresh air smells good. The corners of her mouth quirk up. It's nice being outside after having been cooped up in her office all day.

As she nears one of the entrances to the park she's been making her way towards, she starts looking for Peppermint. She doesn't seem to be around. Korsica's brow furrows.

Coming to a stop, she pulls her phone out. Unlocking it, she's met with the sight of her work email's inbox. There's a new one. Immediately, she goes to open it up, but she hesitates right before her finger meets the screen. Her eyes flit up to read the subject. It's nothing pressing. Still, she should probably at least—

Korsica shuts her eyes. It'll be fine. I can get to it later.

She takes a deep breath.

She closes out of her email.

Opening up her texts, she taps on Peppermint's contact. Right as Korsica starts typing, the pleasant sound of her voice floats through the air.

"Hey! I, uh, didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?" Tucking her phone away, she smiles. "No, not at all." "Good." Peppermint returns her smile.

Korsica finds her gaze being drawn to the red, zip-up hoodie she's wearing. Something about it makes warmth blossom in her chest.

"I like your jacket." "Thanks. I like your...outfit." "Thank you."

There's a faint blush on Peppermint's face. She looks away, running her fingers through her hair.

Korsica smooths down the front of her blue dress. Then, she adjusts her jacket and gloves.

"Well...shall we?" she asks after a moment, offering her arm to her.

Peppermint meets her eyes. She smiles and takes it.

Together, they walk into the park. As they go, they chat about their days. It's similar for both of them: work, work, and more work. The amount has lessened a good bit, though. A few months ago, it was an endless sea. It's a lot more manageable now.

After a bit of walking and talking, Peppermint pulls Korsica to a nearby bench. She pulls away to plop down onto it.

"You alright?" Korsica asks as she sits down next to her. "Yeah, just tired," she replies, leaning against her.

Her face gets warm. After a moment of hesitation, she wraps her arm around Peppermint.

The breeze is gentle and cool. The sky is a gentle grey-blue, though it's beginning to grow darker. Clouds overhead block out most of the sun, hiding its steady descent.

Someone's playing fetch with their dog nearby. There's a group of students having a study picnic. Some joggers and bikers fly past. Kids are playing on the playground somewhere behind them, their laughter filling the air.

Korsica smiles. Everything's so much livelier than it used to be. Or maybe that's just what she thinks because she didn't have the time to enjoy it until now.

She gives Peppermint a squeeze. "Thanks for asking me out today." "You don't have to thank me," she replies. "Yes, I do. I needed this. I wouldn't have come out here on my own." She chuckles. "I guess we're both each other's excuse to get out." "I guess so," Korsica says with a laugh.

#hi fi rush #peppermint hi fi rush #korsica hi fi rush #korsimint #angelanswers.txt #angelwrites.txt

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tarastabz · 1 year ago

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-it's not your fault

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It was a normal day for 13 years old Tara, her mother was not at home as usual, and Sam was somewhere else, avoiding her just like the past 5 years.

Living in an almost always empty house was making her feel more lonely than she ever felt. But at least sometimes the house feels alive. The problem is that it only feels that way when her mother and sam are home, and apparently, they can't spend two seconds together without fighting and throwing things around.

Oh, how she misses those nights where her and sam used to spend the entire day together locked in either her or her sister's room, talking about whatever came to their minds.

But now?

Now Sam has disappeared from Tara's life, after that night when their father left, Sam stopped talking to her, and every time she tried to get closer and get her sister back, Sam pushed her away like Tara didn't mean anything to her.

And maybe it's true, she was not as important for sam as she was for her

And that's how Tara learned that this person isn't Sammy anymore. Her Sammy is gone, she went away with her father that night.

What didn't feel really normal today for Tara was her sister's behaviour when she woke up.

She was talking to her, and even asking about school, friends... it made Tara almost burst into tears right in front of her because she sounded so much like the Sammy she once knew.

And that's why Tara was hopeful again. Maybe things were starting to change for the better.

When Tara came back home, she was hoping to find Sam there, maybe she changed her mind and she likes me again now, but no, no Sam in sight. Maybe this morning, Sam was just feeling pity for her.

And now she's here on her bed staring at the ceiling, dreaming of a different life where her mother and her sister don't make her feel like a reject.

Tara's daydreaming is interrupted by a knock on the door. It must be her mother, at least she doesn't completely ignore her existence like Sam. She opened the door only to find out that she was wrong.

It's Sam, standing there, right outside of her room. "Hey"

"Uhm hey?" Tara for a moment, thought she was still in her head living the life she imagined for herself. "What's up?"

"I was thinking that maybe- we could watch a movie together" Sam looked nervous, which is something that took Tara by surprise.

You want to watch a movie? Sam only nodded at that. "With me?" Tara needed to be sure that her mind wasn't playing with her.

"Yeah, i thought i made that clear... i can also make us popcorn" noticing Tara's lack of response, Sam took it negatively and immediately added,"You don't have, if you don't want-"

"I WANT TO"

And that's how Tara finds herself living that life she was craving. She was on the couch with Sam right by her side, she doesn't really know what the movie is about because, for the most part, she's been looking at Sam making sure that she wasn't just figment of her imagination.

It feels so good. She feels happy with her sister by her side.

"This movie sucks please don't ever let me pick something to watch again" Tara is brought back to reality by her sister's voice. "Yeah, alright, i won't"

Again.

Does this mean there's gonna be another time? Maybe she was dreaming so hard of that perfect life that it turned into reality.

"Oh hey- It's midnight, you should head to bed, you have school tomorrow" midnight? Oh.

If it's midnight, it means it's already Sam's birthday. Her 18th birthday.

"Wait, don't leave! I have something for you just- just wait here, okay?" Tara ran back to her room to take the small present she had carefully wrapped a few days before. She even used sam's favourite colour.

She went back to her sister and let out sight of relief seeing Sam still standing in the living room, waiting for her. "Here, Happy birthday Sammy".

Sam took the present but she didn't open it, she just kept staring at it. "I'll open it tomorrow. Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, it's fine" Tara then nervously added "we could- if you don't have plans- we could do something together"

What Sam did next was more than unexpected, Tara felt two stromg arms pulling her into a hug. Was that a yes? Was that her way of kindly saying she didn't want to spend a second more with her?

"Tara, i need you to promise me that whatever happens, you will always remain the kind, sweet and caring girl you are now" Tara saw a few tears pricking Sam's eyes. "I promise Sammy" she said, holding onto her tighter.

Tara went to sleep for the first time in a while with a smile on her face, she was finally getting her Sammy back.

Her family is still not exactly how she wanted it to be. He father was not back, her mother was still not caring about her like she used to

But her Sam is coming back.

And as long as she's here, Tara will be fine.

The next morning, Tara woke up excited to spend more time with Sam and celebrate her birthday. She immediately noticed how quiet the house was. Usually, in the morning, it's filled with her mother and Sister's screams.

While Tara was getting ready, she saw something.

Attached to her door, Tara found a note.

It's not your fault, Tara - Your Sammy

Sam left her. Her room was completely empty. She left in the middle of the night and this time she was not coming back.

Yesterday was a lie.

Sammy is dead.

#i still have to understand how to properly write dialogues so i apologise if it's not that good #also pls remember that my writing is very shitty <33333 #btw i love reading/writing about them when they were young. They're home situation is such an interesting thing to analyse #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #carpenter sisters #fic tag

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samynnad102687 · 1 year ago

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Marauderstober

Oct 25 - Pandora & Regulus - Pumpkin Spice Latte

1,188 words

Regulus was waiting for Pandora to come over. She claimed that she was taking him somewhere and was going to change his life. He was sceptical, as always, but sometimes Pandora did manage to surprise him with her little adventures. The last time she claimed that she was going to change his life, she brought him to the lake. He was hesitant since he never learned how to swim. His parents didn’t think it was a necessary skill. Pandora thought otherwise and taught him how to. James was ecstatic when he found out and declared that they needed a lake day at least once a week in the summer.

But seeing as it was October, Regulus doubted that she was going to bring him to any sort of body of water. He really didn’t want to deal with freezing cold waters to appease whatever she had her mind set on today. Regulus was in the kitchen putting the dishes away when the knock came on the door and Pandora’s voice flittered down the hallway. The knock was clearly just a courtesy.

“Reggie?”

“In the kitchen,” Regulus called back and Pandora appeared in the doorway a few moments later.

“Are you ready to go?” Pandora asked with that mischievous smile of hers and Regulus sighed.

“Are you going to tell me where we are going?”

“That would just ruin the surprise, you know that,” she said as she patted his arm gently.

“Still didn’t hurt to ask. You know I don’t like surprises.”

“Uh-huh, sure you don’t. You can’t fool me, Reggie.”

He really didn’t like surprises or more it depended on who the surprises were from. Pandora’s surprises he could deal with with very little complaining. Barty on the other hand, he would need full details and the thought process behind the ‘surprise’ that he was dragging Regulus to. He genuinely enjoyed James’ surprises too but not his brother’s. It all depended on who it was, not that he was going to tell anybody that. Regulus preferred that everyone thought that he hated them.

Regulus stared at her for another minute before giving in.

“Fine, don’t tell me. Can I at least finish putting these away?” Regulus asked as he gestured towards the dishes still in the dishwasher.

“I suppose that would be alright. Do you need any help?”

“No, I got it. I’m almost done anyway.”

Regulus finished putting the dishes away while Pandora sat at the island and messed around on her phone for a minute. If he had to guess, she was looking up directions for whatever it was that she had in mind for their afternoon.

“How long is this little adventure going to take?” Regulus asked as he put the last of the mugs away in the cabinet.

“It shouldn’t take too long,” Pandora replied absentmindedly.

Regulus grabbed his jacket and slipped on his boots before gesturing for Pandora to walk ahead of him so he could shut the door. He went to his car only for Pandora to walk right past it, so he shrugged and followed her. He didn’t mind a little walk as long as it wasn’t too chilly outside. They walked for about ten minutes but it felt like three since they were chatting about nothing of importance but it did distract him from the wind that had picked up as they walked. It took Regulus a few seconds to realise that Pandora had stopped in front of a coffee shop.

“You know that I could have made us coffee at my house,” Regulus said as he looked at Pandora. She wasn’t walking in, more just standing and staring at the sign.

Regulus dragged his attention away from Pandora to see what had captured her attention so thoroughly. Come and try our new Pumpkin Spice Latte! It will change your life! Bold claims from a sign, Regulus thought.

“Did you seriously drag me to a coffee shop to try a seasonal drink that every coffee shop in town sells?”

“Not just to try the drink,” Pandora said absentmindedly. “I wanted to get you out of the house too.”

“I left the house the other day,” Regulus declared, offended.

“Taking out the rubbish is not what I meant. You haven’t gone anywhere all week. I’ve seen James out and about but not you.”

“I’ve been busy.” Pandora glared at him for a second. “It still hasn’t been that long,” Regulus said like a petulant child.

“When was the last time you went out?”

“Friday?” Regulus said but it came out as a question.

“It’s Thursday. You haven’t left your house in a week.” Regulus pulled out his phone to check the date and it was indeed Thursday. Where the hell did the week go?

“Fine, so I haven’t been out in a while. Sue me.”

“Come on,” Pandora replied as she grabbed his arm and practically dragged him into the coffee shop.

It was cosy and warm. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to enjoy some coffee with Pandora. He didn’t know about this Pumpkin Spice Latte though. He much preferred his black coffee or espresso. Regulus wasn’t really into the sweet drinks all that much. Not that he could convince Pandora of that.

They walked up to the counter and ordered two Pumpkin Spice Lattes and a breakfast sandwich before finding a table in the corner away from everyone else. Just because he could tolerate Pandora dragging him around didn’t mean that he wanted to deal with other people.

“What do you think?” Pandora asked after she took a sip of her latte.

“I haven’t actually taken a sip yet, Panda.”

Pandora sat there quietly and stared at Regulus until he took a sip of his Pumpkin Spice Latte. It was sweet, just like he expected but he didn’t expect the different warm spices. Granted, Regulus never bothered to look up what was actually in a Pumpkin Spice Latte. He just knew it was a seasonal drink and was known to be a drink for white girls. Was it going to be his new favourite drink? No. Could he finish this one? Probably, he only got a small one in case he didn’t like it and he doesn’t like to waste things.

“It’s alright, I guess,” Regulus said after a few minutes.

“You want your black coffee, don’t you?”

“Kind of, yeah.” Regulus shrugged.

“You’re no fun sometimes,” Pandora huffed before taking another sip of her drink.

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright, I still love you.”

“Love you too, Panda.”

They spent the next hour in the coffee shop. Regulus got his black coffee and they chatted about what he’s been writing for his book and when he was going to let Pandora read it. He wasn’t ready for anybody to read it yet and he told her as much but what he didn’t tell her is that he promised James that he could read it first, when Regulus was ready that is. After they finished their coffees and sandwiches, they walked the ten minutes back to Regulus’ house and put on a movie to watch until James came home from work.

@cazzythefrogking @clementinewoolf @maladaptivewriting @multiimoments @lavenderhaze @literally-the-prettiest-star @thebibutterflyao3 @seiworf @emjayeingray @remusregulusrosekiller @heartsoncover @accuratewhereabouts @belowthestarrs

#dead gay wizards #marauders fandom #regulus arcturus black #regulus x james #james fleamont potter #pandora #marauderstober

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flowerbarrel-art · 1 year ago

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Stargazing

Fic request from @yelenayasss. I know it took forever to write this so thank you for waiting! Hope you enjoy (and I’ll do my best to not take so long if you have other requests in the future!)

Here is the link to it on AO3 too.

Chosen yawned as he walked down out onto the desktop towards the Wi-Fi portal.

He glanced down and saw the time on the desktop read just after midnight.

“Chosen?”

Chosen jolted in surprise and turned to see Yellow.

“What are you doing up so late?” Yellow asked curiously.

Chosen gave Yellow a slight smile; there was Redstone dust on her face except for a goggle-shaped spot around her eyes.

“Couldn’t sleep. What about you?”

“I uh…should sleep,” Yellow sighed. “Been working on some Redstone projects.”

”I’m glad you were wearing your goggles,” Chosen said. “Are you alright?”

Yellow chuckled.

“It wasn’t too bad,” she said. “Thanks though!”

Yellow glanced around the desktop curiously for a moment.

“Were you going somewhere?”

“There’s a place I like to visit when I can’t sleep,” Chosen said. “You’ve been there…it’s that spot by the ocean outside of Stick City.”

Yellow nodded, raising her eyebrows a bit.

“I could show you if you like,” Chosen said. “Unless you’re going to do band practice with the others soon.”

“No, not tonight…uh, well…it’s technically morning now, isn’t it?” Yellow chuckled sheepishly.

Chosen opened the portal and gestured.

“I’ll carry you,” he said.

Yellow nodded and Chosen picked her carefully up.

“You’ll still be able to fly carrying me?”

Chosen nodded.

“I can fly with flames from my hands or feet,” he said. “It’ll be a little jerky to start, but it’ll get smoother after we take off.”

Yellow slipped her arms around Chosen’s neck.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

Chosen smiled reassuringly and stepped into the portal.

Yellow kept her eyes closed for the whole flight, only opening them when Chosen touched down.

“We’re here,” Chosen said, setting Yellow down carefully. “You feel okay?”

“I’m just a bit dizzy,” Yellow said. “Better than the first time we all came here though.”

Chosen nodded and gazed out at the moon that was rising.

“Sorry,” Yellow mumbled after a bit. “Shouldn’t have brought that up.”

“It’s hard not to, considering where we are,” Chosen said. “I brought you here, so you’re alright.”

He glanced at the moon again.

“I come here every now and then when I can’t sleep.”

Yellow turned and gazed out at the sea, where the moon was making the water glow.

“I can see why,” she remarked. “The view is lovely.”

“This is the first place Dark and I found after escaping Alan’s desktop,” Chosen said. “We were busy finding somewhere safe at first, but a few days later we just sat watching the ocean until the sun went down. Then we watched the stars for a long time.”

Yellow laid back in the cool grass and stared up at the stars.

“I’ve never stargazed like this,” she said. “Sometimes I try stargazing in Minecraft, but it’s hard to sit still for long because of all the Mobs.”

“It’s safe here,” Chosen said. “I’ve explored all over and it’s just forest all around the city. I saw animals sometimes, but they didn’t ever bother me.”

“That’s good,” Yellow laughed. “Most of them are probably asleep now, I’ll bet.”

“Probably,” Chosen agreed with a little grin.

“Hey, look…that’s the Milky Way Galaxy up there,” Yellow said, pointing. “You can see it even in the city. Stick City technicians control the weather and sky mainframes and can make stars appear even though the city lights block them out on the Outside.”

“I’ve never seen them from the city,” Chosen said.

“We could go together sometime,” Yellow said. “Only if you’re comfortable with it.”

Yellow gasped suddenly.

“A shooting star!”

They watched the stars and were silent for a while.

“I used to see a lot of those,” Chosen said when they didn’t see any more. “Lately I haven’t been coming out here as frequently.”

“We’ve all been busy, haven’t we?” Yellow asked.

“Mmhm,” Chosen said. “But it’s better to stargaze with someone.”

“Yeah, it is!” Yellow agreed.

“I’m glad I came to the desktop,” Chosen said. “Even though I wasn’t very enthusiastic about it back then.”

“I’m glad too!” Yellow chimed. “We could finally help you a little in return for helping us.”

“It was more than a little,” Chosen said. “I wouldn’t be here if not for all of you…and you especially.”

“Me?” Yellow asked, looking puzzled.

“It’s thanks to you that Alan was here to help,” Chosen said. “You figured out how to use the computer in no time.”

“Oh, well…” Yellow said, laughing a bit and glancing away. “Someone had to do something. I’m glad I got it to work!”

Chosen looked back up at the sky, letting out a small sigh.

Yellow glanced over, then slowly took Chosen’s hand.

“I don’t want you to be lonely,” she said. “I’d love to come out here anytime you want to.”

Chosen gave Yellow’s hand a little squeeze a moment later.

“I’ve learned some constellations recently,” he said. “Want to pick out all the ones we can?”

“I’d love to!” Yellow said. “I want to finally use what I’ve been reading in all the astronomy books at the library.”

“I’ve only read books online so far,” Chosen said. “I want to try going there in person sometime. I think it’d be good.”

“I’ll show you around!” Yellow said, beaming. “We’ll get you a library card too.”

“Library card?” Chosen frowned curiously.

“If you have one you can check out books and take them home,” Yellow explained. “We’ve all got one. We’ll get you one tomorrow if you want to go then.”

“Yeah…let’s do that,” Chosen said. “Maybe we should go back and get some sleep if we’re going to have an outing though.”

“Mm…good idea!” Yellow said. “We can do some reading tomorrow and then come back here in the evening.”

“Ready?” Chosen asked, and Yellow nodded.

Chosen scooped her up and took off, flying slowly so she could watch the stars.

Before Chosen reached the portal back to Alan’s desktop Yellow had drifted off to sleep with her head resting against his chest.

#Fic Request #Yelenayasss #Yellow x Chosen #Yellow #Chosen #AvA #AvM #Ships #Shipping #FlowerBarrel Art #Yellow is she/her/they/them but I used she for the whole fic just for consistency #And same for Chosen but he’s he/him/they/them #Hope that was alright!

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magpie-moon · 1 year ago

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I was conceived without thought

In the last bitter moments of a fruitless marriage

some say it was at the airport

a flight to somewhere without the other

but only the perpetrators know for sure

I am ashes and fire and rain

Air and water

And red-brown leaves barely hanging onto skeletal trees

I was born to rage and wrath

a mother screaming

a baby crying

funny how I never fit the mold

I am warm nights and early sunsets

I won’t go outside

But the sentiment is always nice

I am hidden objects in odd places

I am a puzzle missing half its pieces

I am ink smeared across desperate fingertips

Impossible to scrub away

I was born to a mother

who sometimes forgot her child

alcohol is a thorough distraction

I am pages of unread books

An encyclopedia of useless quotes

A library of disconnected and mangled memories

Thoughts litter the ceiling like stringless balloons

I am a too vivid photograph

My contrast turned all the way up;

I am ear numbing static

I was born to stepdad number one

though he was more babysitter than parent

but back then I couldn’t tell the difference

I am nothing if not perfect

I am nothing if not wrong

I am nothing if not nothing at all

I was born for eggshell floors and soft footfalls

for clothes brushing skin in the darkness of a closet

for yelled accusations drifting across a terrified house

I am sunshine that tastes like sky

I am dust motes that feel like pixie dust

I am a fallen feather

Just along for the ride

I was born for summers spent in sticky heat

and long plane rides to anticipated destinations

for layovers in Phoenix

I am an underling to all that is just enough to make you wonder

But never enough to do anything more

I am the end of a dream

That feels all too real

That holds you hostage like blankets wrapped around your sweat-dampened legs at midnight on a Monday morning

I am the burnt toast that you still have to eat

The stuff your mother tells you will polish your teeth

I was born for fearful plane rides

I was told this was vacation

I never got to say goodbye

I never went back

I am a breath held in too long

a lamp that flickers more often than it shines

A door that shuts all on its own

Don’t worry: I am just a ghost

I was born to stepdad number two

he was neither babysitter nor parent

even then I knew that

he drank and fought

she met him blow for blow

and I didn’t exist

I am the pennies

Thrown into a decrepit wishing well

I won’t do what you expect me to

I was born an adult

a child who knew the ways of the world

I knew to cook

I knew not to clean (I never did it right)

I knew, by instinct, when leaving my room was alright

I knew what time to walk to school

I knew when to come home

I was eight years old

I am thousands of sticky notes stuck to a mirror

full of the impossible

I am a twinge of pain that you can’t quite feel

But I am always there

I was born for shut off water

for unpaid electric bills

for dogs who bit you if you weren’t careful

I am a song that you can’t remember

Lyrics that fill your parents with fear

‘are you okay. this music doesn’t sound like you’re okay’

I am fine. I promise

I was born for a road trip that wouldn’t end

for a backwater catholic school (it could have been worse)

for a different hotel every other night

I am the words that won’t come out

The thought you won’t speak

The stupid idea you’re glad you never voiced

I was born for forgetting the return

I assume it was a long arduous one

full of cats smuggled into pet-free hotels

I am wet, raw weather

I am unable to get warm

I am colder than you ever thought possible

I was born to a townhouse

we lied about the address

they found out eventually

I am that kid

Who won’t come out of their closet

I’d sleep in there if I could

I am a small, safe, dark place

The kind that feels like home

I was born to eviction

and if objects were memories

I’d have none

no one told me we weren’t coming back

‘just pack your bags; fill them with clothes’

I am an instrument that doesn’t sound right

Doesn’t matter how many times you take me to get fixed

I still don’t sound like you want me to

I was born again in a homeless shelter

a grandparent paid for private school

but no one knew how bad it was

not even me

I am thousands of blankets

Piled high on top of you on a cold night

I seem good in theory

But I will suffocate you

I am sorry

I was born to be picked up one day

in the middle of fourth grade

by my grandparents

I am an old car

That no one wants to drive

But everyone keeps around because I haven’t really broken down yet

When I get close

Someone comes and patches up my fatal wounds with band-aids

And tells not to be sad

And tells me not to worry

I was born for it not to occur to me that would not see my mother again

until much later

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a relief

I am obsessive

Easy distracted

Oblivious and headless

I can’t see five feet in front of me

But I jump anyway

I was born once more, a couple weeks later in Vienna

to a father who didn’t know me, or care to

a sister who knew better than me, in all things

a stepmother who liked the idea of mothering better than being a mother

I am not easily impressed

But somehow I am fascinated by everything

I start millions of projects

I never finish

Even when I want to

I was born for anxiety

it knots my stomach

makes me nauseous

and everyone thought I was bulimic

but no

just anxious (I feel better now, really, I do)

I am a Christmas tree kept up a little too long

With cracked paper ornaments held together by glitter and glue

I look great from a distance

And then you see me up close

And I am falling apart

A fire waiting to happen

I was born again to move back to Texas

back to my grandparents

It hit like a train I heard from miles away

but refused to acknowledge

I swear I saw it coming; the snide remarks made it apparent

It shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did

I am metamorphosis

Caught between one world and another

Tug of war

And no one’s winning

I was born once more in sixth grade

And everyone thought me sweet

I had no backbone and I didn’t know anything

I am blood and bone

A snake in need of shedding

I am too tight for my skin

I can’t make myself fit

I was born for seventh grade

when I discovered sarcasm

and when I learned that people who were too nice

lost themselves to others

I was tired of being lost

I still am

I am falling asleep at a desk at two am

And forcing yourself awake to work on one more thing

I am exhaustion

The inability to keep your eyes open even though you sleep all day

I was born for eighth grade

I let myself fall without reserve

they had dimples and smiled like the sun

they blinded me and I couldn’t look away

I didn’t really want to

I am a vulture waiting for someone to push me off a cliff

Waiting for someone to make me fly

I am stagnant now

Powerless and reckless

What I do won’t matter

So why not do everything

I was born again for ninth grade

and nothing turned out well this year

I’ve forgotten the sky

and I’ve forgotten the people who live under it

I am overwhelmed

but I still feel nothing

funny how that works

I am grey and blue and black

The bruises that came from nowhere

That you only notice when a dull pain shoots through your limb

‘where did you come from’

But there’s no good answer

I am alive

And I suppose that’s all that matters

#writers #poetry #autobiographical #Queer #nonbinary

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sstwins · 2 years ago

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Femslash Feb Day 17 - Light - Poppy/Barb

this is probably my longest parb story yet

tbh i was having a tough night but i really felt like this healed me

just the right pairing for today

Brief Summary: Barb was jolted awake by her trollfriend poking her. What did Poppy want before it was even light outside?

Word Count: 604

I’m still accepting ships for femslash feb!!! Send me your fave fem pairs and I’ll write you a fic sometime this month!! (2 spots left)

Barb was jolted out of her very peaceful slumber by repeated poking. She startled awake, throwing her fists out to protect herself and clonking her very cute little trollfriend in the head.

“Oww! Oww oww,” Poppy yelped, backing off. Barb blinked, trying to adjust to being suddenly awake. To make things worse, it was still dark outside.

“What’s up?” Barb asked, coming to awareness. “An emergency? We’re being attacked. I’ll protect you, babe-”

“No, Barb. We’re not being attacked.”

“Oh.” Barb settled back into bed. “Thought it was something serious. Sorry I hit you. Well, I think I’ll go back to bed.”

She jumped again as Poppy resumed the poking. “Ah! Stop that. What is it? It’s so early.”

“Well…” Poppy bobbed back and forth on her feet. “I thought we could catch the first light of the day if you got up now.”

“Pop-squeak, you know I went to bed way late, right?” Barb tried to hold her ground. “And I won’t be on my game tomorrow if I don’t…” Oh no. Poppy was blinking those big, beautiful eyes at her. “And I…” She sighed. “Alright, fine. Let’s go.”

“Yay!” Poppy cheered. “You’ll see. It’s beautiful. I don’t think you’ve ever seen the sunrise at Pop Village.”

Truthfully, Barb doubted she’d ever seen the sunrise ever. It was definitely an adjustment coming to live with Poppy. There were way more hugs. And random disturbances. But it did have its awesome moments. She got to see her trollfriend every single day. That was pretty rocking.

Barb slumped around the room, grabbing her coat and re-spiking her hair a little in the mirror. “Alright,” she said finally. “Let’s go.”

Somewhat unsurprisingly, life was already beginning to stir at Pop Village. There was someone out for a run, and vague noises from inside some of the houses. Poppy held Barb’s hand and walked her to the top of a little mound just outside the town. Already, the sky was starting to lighten.

While they stood there, Poppy kept holding her hand. As the sky continued to brighten, she spoke up. “I know you haven’t lived here very long…”

“Mhm,” Barb replied, encouraging her.

“And I know that when we first met, we were kinda sorta enemies.”

Barb chuckled at that. “Yeah. Sorry I wanted to destroy your home.”

Poppy squeezed her palm. “But I was just wondering about your plans. For the future.”

“Plans?” Barb stared out at the sky. “I dunno really. I guess I was thinking I would just stay here.”

“Really?” Poppy had a burst of excitement in her voice. “That’s so great!”

“Why do you ask?” Barb looked over at her. “You don’t wanna break up or anything, right?”

“OMG. No.” Poppy shook her head so hard some sparkles came off. “I was just hoping you didn’t want to be roaming around. Being a free spirit. Like you were. Or living somewhere that’s not here. Because I know you’re not the biggest fan of pop.”

Barb lifted her arm and squeezed Poppy’s shoulder. “Eh, pop’s not as bad as I thought it was. Plus you’re here.”

That elicited a glowing blush from Poppy. The two stood quietly as the sky continued to brighten.

“So, what do you think of the sunrise?” Poppy piped up after a few moments. “Pretty gorgeous, right?”

“Yeah. Very cool.” Barb smiled slyly. “But not as pretty as you.” She leaned over and gave Poppy a kiss on the cheek. And yeah, maybe she would need to take a nap when she got back home. But making Poppy blush so hard after the kiss was well worth it.

#trolls world tour #parb #barb trolls #poppy trolls #femslashfeb2023 #sstwins' writing

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team-magma-leader-maxie · 2 years ago

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[ @falsegold ] not going to lie as soon as i saw you had an account on here i wanted to ask things. 6, 11 but specifically the last question, and 35? coming from orre i know even the shittiest criminals have at least some redeeming qualities or neat interests so i may as well shoot my shot and fish for them here

Alright, let me answer these in order, it seems you have selected quite a few.

Question 6: What kind of tasks do your pokémon do to help you in the day-to-day?

The first thing that comes to mind is my dear camerupt. Shes retired from battling and has taken to mothering me every day. She sleeps by my desk while I work, and nudges me when she thinks I aught to take a break from the screens and have a walk. I do tend to get wrapped up in my work. I suppose my legs might have just fallen off by now if I didn't have her. (ha ha) My mightyena refuses to retire in any capacity, and will pick fights with other grunts or pokémon, so I have to take him out to spar pretty often, burn off all that excess energy. Lastly, my golbat has moved to the security department. He stays in the entrance of the hideout, warning of intruders and slowing them with initial battles. I do make sure to visit and spend time with him, he's still my pokémon after all, and I intend to take care of him.

Question 11A: do you battle, coordinate, study, or something else?

I am (still) a leader. Specifically, the leader of Team Magma. In my youth, I thought I would become a professor, and teach geology, but the many crises of humanity shifted my goals.

Question 11B: Why did you decide to do that?

Because I believed that with combined intelligence and coordinated effort, we can change this world for the better. I still believe that, in fact, but I understand now that the consequences of ones actions need to be taken more seriously. Risk margins aren't excusable, things need to be safe, you can't just put people in danger, even if your end goal is altruistic.

Question 11C: Have you ever tried to do one of the other things?

I was a tutor for a short time. I needed to make money while in college, so I started a tutoring service to help fellow students get their grades up. It was not particularly fulfilling, and I doubt any of my students liked me. Not my true calling, to be sure. Sometimes I think about retiring and teaching again, but with my reputation shattered, likely permanently, I can't think of a university that'd even think of hiring me. I'll likely get a small house somewhere in Hoenn, or maybe Alola to avoid people bothering me as I grow old.

Lastly, Question 35: How do you like to spend time with your pokémon?

Most of it is grooming. I take my time brushing out my camerupt's fur and polishing off her facets. She enjoys the attention, certainly, and is having a wonderful retirement being pampered, hmhm. We go on walks, though I can't say where to protect my privacy, though our walks are becoming shorter as time goes on. My age is catching up to me finally, and my joints don't appreciate the abuse. Mightyena has a short tolerance for pampering, and prefers to play. I have this device, a sort of stick with a cup on the end that holds the tennis ball, and I'll use that to give him a good run. All three of them will simply "hang out" with me while I sit atop the hideout and help Owen garden. Really I sit in my outside chair and Owen gardens, but I have had a very busy life, and if I don't want to play in the dirt, I'm not going to. Owen and I chat, and he feeds berries to both of our pokémon. It's actually my favorite way to relax. A cold drink and the ocean breeze, chatting with my son under an umbrella while he tells me so passionately about his garden or the latest additions of his collection. I almost forget about how broken the world is in that moment, it's just... peaceful.

I am unsure of what the scoring system is for this game, but I hope these answers are sufficient. If the points are granted based on length of writing, I believe I may be better at this game than I first thought. Best of luck, all. - Maxie

#falsegold #ask game #asks #asks open #pokemon irl

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orienteddreamerrr · 4 months ago

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Here is yet another “cringy” random story I created 3 years ago…I involve myself and my old friends in it again, will be labeled with parentheses. The story takes place during middle school years, like the 8th grade…hopefully you’ll enjoy!

Let me know what you think in the comments? lol

The Other Friend?

Rating: PG-13 for…Horror-like themes, sensuality/mentions of s3x and very brief thematic elements.

It was 12 in the morning. I couldn’t sleep anymore. Not for what had happened yesterday. A boy I befriended was defending for me…from this other boy who was making fun of me…he did the worse and did a number on him…leaving the boy unconscious. It was like a shield of protection…sealing me off from the bad people. I grabbed my phone beside me and saw somebody had texted me…it was Chase. The boy I befriended! How on earth did we get like this? “Are you up?”, his message read. I sighed and stared at the ceiling. I had this feeling if I was going to be up, Chase would be up too. I swiped to Messages to reply, “Yeah…what do you want?”, I waited a little bit and saw him typing back. “Do you like me still as a friend or more?”, I became downright confused. Why would he ask this kind of question out of the blue? I didn’t know what to say…but a FaceTime call came on. It was him trying to call me. I slowly breathed in and out before accepting the call. When his screen came into view, I noticed his bedroom was dark and I couldn’t see his face. “Do you like me or not?”, His voice was stern sounding. “I can’t answer that…”, I tell him, feeling my voice tremble.

He was quiet for a moment. I then saw a big kitchen knife come into view. My eyes instantly stinged with tears. “You’re too pretty to die…”, His softened voice was now starting to freak me out. I swallowed and replied saying, “Well, if I were to like you…would you not kill me?”, He was hesitant. “No, of course I wouldn’t…but are you afraid to die, Lola? (Me)”, I sat up in my bed, checking my surroundings to see if he would pop out somewhere. I looked back to my phone to notice his face come into view. I took notice of his ghostly, almost demonic eyes, his white caramel skin glowed. And his creepy smile formed on his lips. Even though I was taken by his features, I got rid of that feeling and said, “No but…can I think about it? About us?”, He quickly got out of view of the camera. “You got 24 hours…”, He then hung up. My friends are NOT going to like this. I went back to sleep but not long enough for my alarm to go off. I got dressed and ready for the day. I went past my parents' bedroom to find them still asleep. I rushed downstairs, grabbed my breakfast and headed out the door.

As I got on the bus, and took my seat, my friend Elizebeth (My old irl friend named Citlaly) sat next to me with a hug. As I withdrew, I mentioned to her about Chase. Elizebeth’s face scrunches up in slight disgust. “Why can’t he leave you alone?”, She asked. I could only shrug. “Well, we need to do something about him then…he thinks he’s in a ‘love at first sight’ tale!”, I scoffed at her words, gloomily looking out the window as I noticed it started to rain. When we got to the school, Elizebeth suggested she should take me to class and not wait around for the bell to ring. As we were going, I kept on checking my surroundings for Chase. We have the same lunch together evidently and he would try to scare me sometimes. I also had this feeling that he was following us. But to my dismay, we were going up the stairs in the stairwell when out of nowhere, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder as I turn around to see it was Chase himself. “Hi Lola!”, He greeted. “Oh, hey Chase! Didn’t see you there!”, I jokingly told him, with Chase letting out a creepy-like chuckle. “Meet me outside during lunch, alright?”, I only gave him a nod and waved to him as he walked up the steps, going to his class. I gave a small, relieved sigh and looked to Elizebeth who was looking uncomfortable.

Throughout my classes, Chase was on my mind like super glue. I think I should like him, so he wouldn’t be so mad at me and leave me alone…but maybe I shouldn’t and die anyways. Great! I’m torn between the two. When lunch came, finally, my heart was racing, and my hands were becoming clammy as I was searching for Chase. I checked outside the breezeway—and there he was—leaning against on one of the support beams, waiting for me. As I got near him, he had looked up from his phone and gave me one of his creepy smirks, one that would give you goosebumps. He walks up to hug me. As I hugged back, he whispers into my ear asking, “Have you thought about my question?”, As he released each other, I glanced to the ground, thinking. I could feel his hand slither into mine, using his thumb to rub small circles. “I need to think some more if that’s okay with you…”, I gently took my hand away. Chase gave an impatient sigh and walked off without another word. That little voice nags at me again…should I or should I not like him?

I turned around to notice Elizebeth and Molly (My old irl friend Britney), my other friend, walking towards me. Molly rushed up to hug me. “Are you okay, Lola?”, She asks me, her voice full of concern. I could only nod. “Yeah…I’m fine…”, Molly pulled away and gave me one of her stern looks you can’t look away from. As lunch was coming to an end, the time to answer Chase’s question was coming to an end too. And my anxiety replaced my neutral mood. At the end of the day, I was about to walk outside the doors when Chase came up to me. I quickly hugged on him whispering, “I like you Chase…I like you…”, I felt Chase’s hands softly rub over my back. “I like you too Lola…”, I let out a nervous chuckle and kissed him quickly on the cheek as I released him. “See yah!”, I added before quickly running off. As I am, I looked over my shoulder to see Chase smiling to himself. That should shut him up! As I got home and opened the door, I found my mom lying on the couch looking at TV. “Hey hon’…how was your day?”, She asked me. I dropped my stuff off near the door replying, “It was great…I guess…”, I slowly walked to the kitchen, grabbing me a snack.

As I did and went upstairs, I noticed Dad in the bedroom working on some paperwork. “Hey dad!”, I waved to him to let him know I was here. But he only waved back without even looking at me. I’m guessing dad is NOT in the mood today! As I closed my door and collapsed on the bed, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I took it out to see Chase had sent me a message. I unlocked my phone with it reading, “Wanna sneak out of your house tonight?”, I felt a cold shiver run all over my body. He’s really trying to get me in trouble! I replied saying , “How? Why?”, I waited a few seconds to see him typing back. “You can sneak out your window…plus I want to see you!”, I texted back saying. “Okay…where do you want us to meet?”, As I was waiting for him to reply, I got dressed into something more comfortable. When I was done, I plopped back on the bed to see Chase’s answer. “I want us to meet at my place…my mom will be fast asleep, so it’ll just be me and you being up all night…”, After he sent that message, he sent me directions to his house. I study those directions, noticing that he’s literally down the street from me! I sighed replying, “Okay…see you then!”, Chase sent in return a kissing emoji. I didn’t even bother sending an emoji back to him!

At dinner, I was forking through my mashed potatoes when my mom had realized my mood. “Sweetie, what’s going on? You look irritated…”, I glanced at both my mom and dad before looking back at my plate. I fell in love with a scary person—that’s what’s going on! I wanted to tell them that, but I kept that to myself. I only told them, “It’s just school being a pain…”, I could see my mom only look to my dad, probably thinking something else was wrong. When it was bedtime, I noticed the time was 10:15 pm…he was wanting me to sneak out of the house at 2. When 2am arrived, I sat up in my bed to look around my room. I guess it’s time! I got up from my bed quietly and got dressed. After I finished everything else, I propped my pillows under my sheets to fool my parents I’m still in bed. After that, I slowly opened my window and climbed out. I was now walking down the sidewalk to Chase’s house…and I can’t believe I’m doing this! Yet—I’m gonna get in super big trouble for this! I finally made it to his house. I saw a bedroom window was open and there was Chase, sitting nearby it. He noticed me and gave me a wave. I waved back as I see Chase disappear from the window, probably going to go open the door. As he had opened it, he rushed towards me for a hug. I hugged back tightly saying, “You know I’m gonna get in trouble for this, right?”, Chase released me as he shrugged. “So? I got your back if anything backfires…”, He grabs my hand and leads me inside his house.

We were going upstairs to his room, with me not seeing anything since it was dark. But I was holding onto Chase’s hand for guidance. When we stepped into his room, Chase closed the door and sat on his bed. The only light he had was a lamp at his desk. “Nice room…”, I complimented. “Thanks…come here, I wanna tell you something…”, Chase patted the empty space next to him. I slowly walked over to sit down. He then started to hug me. As I was hugging back, I noticed over on his desk…the knife he showed me on camera! I quickly got out of the hug and jumped up crying, “Please don’t kill me…please!”, Tears were already stinging my eyes again. Chase got up, flying his hands out saying, “No Lola, you did what you were told…I’m not gonna kill you…”, He went over to his desk to hide away his knife. He then came up to me and kissed my cheek. “I love you Lola…”, He added. I wiped away a tear that got loose and smiled as I hugged on him. I felt him hug back, seeing the clock on the wall read: 2:30. “Chase…shouldn’t we get going?”, I asked, still hugging on him. I felt Chase shake his head. “No…I wanna spend more time with you…”,

He pulls away from the hug as he leans in to kiss me on the lips this time. His lips were different…they were slightly cold and chapped…and almost tasted like blood for some reason. As we stopped, I took notice of his eyes turning almost demonic looking again. “Why do your eyes do that?”, I had to ask him. He quickly glanced to the floor, looking embarrassed now, his eyes returning to normal. “I don’t mean to make fun of or anything…”, I added. Chase was still looking to the floor. I now regret what I said! I was staring to the floor too momentarily when I finally heard him say, “That usually happens when…I’m in love with somebody…”, I looked to him. For real? All for that? “That’s cool!”, I told him surprisingly. “It is?” “Yeah, having power like that must be really cool…”, Chase smiles as he goes over to his walk-in closet to change. “You should get some sleep Lola…sleep here with me!”, I heard him as I looked to his bed…which looked kinda small! “Um…your bed is too small…”, I told him. He comes out of his closet shirtless with sweatpants on. He comes up to me saying, “It doesn't have to be…”, I was still looking at his bed when he quickly gave me a syringe injection on my neck. “This is just to relax you…not to kill you…”, He added in reassurance before quickly taking it out. I could feel the effects already!

I laid on his bed and went in and out of sleep. I must’ve passed out fully when I woke to see the sun rays peeking through Chase’s window…it was morning! Shoot…my parents are gonna find out! I sat up to find Chase still asleep next to me. I quietly got up to find my clothes. As I picked up my pants…a condom wrapper fell out of it. Wait…that can’t be! Did we just do it last night? Or am I hallucinating from the drug? I turn to see Chase being awake and sitting up, staring at me. I dropped my pants and picked up the wrapper saying, “Did we just…last night?”, I saw Chase was nodding his head. My heart feels like dropping out. “That’s why I gave you that injection…so you won’t get scared…”, He tells me. Thanks a lot Chase! You made me lose my virginity! I dropped the wrapper and started to hyperventilate a little. Chase gets up to comfort me. “It’s okay Lola…nobody knows but us…nobody should know…okay?”, I could only nod my head as I picked up my clothes and started getting dressed in them.

I was still freaking out a bit when a woman enters, looking like Chase’s mom. She did NOT look happy. She noticed me rather quickly and gave me an angry glare. “Who the hell is this? Get her out Chase! NOW!” “Okay mom…okay!”, Chase grabs a hold of my hand and leads me downstairs to the front door. “I’ll see you later, alright?”, Chase was hugging me. I hugged him back asking, “Will you be at school?”, Chase shook his head quickly adding, “Remember, don’t tell anybody!”, I only replied, “Okay…”, as he pushed me out the door and closed it. I didn’t want to confront my parents…but on second thought they must be really worried. As I came upon my house, I see my dad sitting on the porch…he must’ve been waiting for me all night last night. As I walked up the steps, dad came bulldozing over towards me for a hug. “HONEY! SHE’S BACK!!!”, Dad had shouted. Mom came rushing out the door to see him, coming over for a hug as well. “Sweetie! Oh my God…where have you been? Why would you sneak out the house like that?”, I didn’t really have an answer for them, so I only continued to hug them.

My parents grounded me for a few weeks…I kept going to and fro from school with Chase not being there. But there was the day I saw him! It was at lunch. I’m walking down the hallway and noticed him leaning against the wall. As I ran up to him, I see him looking down to the floor, with his eyes being a different color than usual, as there was literally fire in them! “Chase? Are you okay?”, I asked him, still seeing Chase continue looking to the floor in an angry manner. I couldn’t help but to go up to him, wrapping my arms around his neck to embrace him. He didn’t hug back but I could tell he still needed one. After a moment though, I felt his hands go across my waist. “I’m really sorry Lola…I’m just angry at what my mom said to me last night…”, His first apology to me! I slowly pulled away asking, “What…did she say?”, Before Chase could tell me, Elizebeth and Molly came over needing my help.

“Guys, can it wait? I’m talking with Chase right now!”, Elizebeth grabbed my hand saying, “No it can’t! Come on…”, As she was dragging me, I looked to see Chase frowning, slouching back against the wall. My heart sinks. After what Elizebeth and Molly thought was important, with them checking up on me, I rushed back out to find Chase. He wasn’t standing against the wall anymore. I checked the cafeteria, and there he was, sitting off to the side by himself. I joined him as I sat in front of him. “Okay…where were we?”, I noticed Chase had tears in his eyes now…he was crying. “Chase…what’s wrong? You can tell me…”, Chase kept on looking to the floor, avoiding my gaze. I watch his tears slowly stream down his cheeks, one by one. I hate seeing him like this! I was looking around to see if people were noticing him…not one person! I got up and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go get some air…”, Chase reluctantly follows me, hand in hand. As we were walking, Chase was still looking a bit sad. At least he stopped crying as well. We just stepped outside in the breezeway when I stopped in front of him to kiss him on the cheek.

His mood instantly shifts as he finally makes eye contact with me, smiling his creepy smile. “Thanks Lola…I think I needed that…”, I smile back at him as he hugged on me. I instantly returned it, knowing Chase is more than “the other friend” now…he’s my boyfriend and I’m thankful for him. When the end of the day came, Elizebeth and Molly both said they will be more of a better friend to Chase. “I hope you all are not lying!”, I was staring them down. “No Lola…we aren’t…we really want to get to know him better…”, Elizebeth had reassured me. I only nod to them as Chase came up beside me and kissed me on the cheek. “Bye Lola…text me when you can!”, We both hugged each other, Elizebeth and Molly too for the last time, as summer break was starting. “Okay…I’ll do my best…”, I kissed him back on the cheek as his eyes were turning almost ghostly demonic looking again. As me, Elizebeth and Molly all left for the bus, my heart was feeling full of satisfaction. I got on my bus, with a final wave to my friends, and I knew right then and there, my life with my friends and Chase is just the beginning!

The End!

If you made it to the end, I thank you! This is just a random story I made that came to mind for some reason…if you liked this, then great! But don’t expect a part 2…I tried making one, I was just a paragraph in when I lost interest…deleted it….writer’s block sure is a piece of shit! lol

#random story #my fanfiction #fanfic writing #fanfiction friday #random fandom stuff

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