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Inescapable Part 5 (Steddie X Y/N)
A/N: Ok I have one more part left...I think lol I'm 90% positive I have one more part left but sometimes I type and more of a story flows lol
Enjoy!
Warnings: Convicts Dom Older Steddie (Sir Eddie/ Daddy Steve) & Fem Sub Younger Y/N, SMUT, dirty talk (all the dirty talk), trying to be quiet, praise, etc. FLUFF, they love her and she loves them, Steddie being good dads to Olivia <3
ANGST (đ)
Coming off the last chapter they are on the run, a guard is hurt (brief mentions of blood), the guys finally tell her what happened in 86 (slight season 4 spoilers), mentions of PTSD (especially with Eddie), Reader and Steve get into a small fight (very brief), brief mentions of Y/N and Olivia being considered hostages while they're all on the run, Cliffhanger ending! Involving an idiot from their past and they are prepared to let their dark (slightly toxic) side take over to resolve the problem.
Word Count: 6843
Inescapable Series/ Donate to Me :)
Steveâs eyes continually flick to the rear-view mirror as you stare out the window of the third car they had stolen on this trip alone. It had been about 24hrs and you still looked incredibly worn out. Eddie made sure you took all your pills that were listed in your chart and sat in the backseat with you to keep an eye on Olivia when you finally fell asleep.Â
âShhh⊠Everythingâs ok, sweetheart. You just had to get here early, didnât you? Were you worried about your momma to? Yeah?â, he grinned when his daughter cooed.
âAlright, Iâm going to pull over here. That way we can all rest and get something to eat.â, the other man conveyed as he pulled into a hotel parking lot.Â
After grabbing a key and hiding the car in the back, Steve carried you inside and placed you on the bed beside where Eddie had placed the baby.Â
âGo ahead and relax. Iâll run and grab some food. I saw a diner next door and we still have some formula from the convenience store we stopped at.â
Nodding at his friend, the metalhead pushes down his baseball cap over his long hair he had pulled up into a messy bun and hurries out the door. As it closes, the loud thunk stirs Olivia as she begins to whine.Â
âOh no, honey, itâs ok.â, Steve tries to sooth as he picks her up and bounces her carefully in his arms. âItâs ok. Daddy didnât mean to scare you. You have to be quiet or else youâre going to wake up mommy.â
After grabbing the pacifier and climbing into the bed beside you, he canât help but smile as you curl tighter into him. This is all Steve ever wanted, a little family of his own. When they started interacting with you, his mind was always a buzz with fantasies of waking up beside you every morning or going down the stairs of a big house to find his kids cackling as they ate their breakfast. Coming home after a long day at the office to find you and Eddie working together to help the children with their homework and make dinner.Â
Images like that fueled him as he used it for motivation to get through each day until they were set freeâŠuntil your dad ripped that awayâŠ
Steveâs nose scrunched in anger as it ran through his body before his daughter sighing brought him back to the moment.Â
***
âGoddamn it.â, Eddie grumbled as he tripped over his feet reentering the hotel room. Spotting you three passed out on the bed had his heart fluttering as he placed the food down on the table.Â
You looked so tiny against Steveâs large frame as his palm rested on your temple while Olivia was asleep on his broad chest with her fatherâs protective hand keeping her steady.Â
This is all Eddie ever wanted, a family. Something he never got to have growing up. Wayne was the only person in the Munson line that seemed to give a shit about him and he promised himself when he got married and had kids they would never feel unwanted.Â
When they met you, he envisioned a picture-perfect life with you and Steve by his side with a bunch of little rugrats running around. He would take you somewhere outside of Hawkins where you three could start fresh and feel safe.Â
Maybe that was still something he could have if you three made it where you were going.Â
The sound of you stirring and wincing grabbed his attention as he checked the clock before digging into a bag to grab your pills.Â
âHey, sweetheart. Come on. Time to take this next set of meds and I got some food for you to.â, Eddie whispers as he takes your forearm and helps you to the table. âHow are you feeling?â
âHmâŠbetter, thank you.â
âTell me about the birth. What happened?â, he asks as he begins sorting everything.Â
âThe doctor thinks it was stress that induced me. It hurt so bad, Eddie. Derek rushed me to the hospital and I was there forever. After she was born, I guess I lost a bit too much blood and passed out. Told you, she was a vampire.â, you smile as the man across from you tries to do the same but canât hide his worry.Â
At the sound of the bags jostling, Steveâs eyes open and the metalhead hastily scurries over to move Olivia so he can get up to eat as well.Â
âThanks, man.â
âShe has my last name. I wanted to give her yours butââ
âWe know, baby. Your, um, your dad told us.â
âIs he the one that gave you those bruises?â, you ask as you reach out to touch the other manâs face.
âLetâs not talk about that right now, ok? I called Dustin and he said heâs going to send us some things at a P.O. Box a couple towns over soââ
âI want to talk about it now.â Your tone is firm, much stronger than it had been these past couple of days. âWhat happened? What made you escape now instead of before? You said my father saw me leavingâŠâ
Annoyance darkens their eyes but you remain unshaken as you glare back.Â
âYou were covered in blood. Did you kill someone?â
âAnd if we had?â, Steve snaps. âWhat would that change? Would you take Olivia and run back to your asshole dad? Turn us in and put us back where we belong?â
âNo, you fucking dick. I just sacrificed everything to be here with you two so donât you dare talk to me like that.â, you growl before sighing heavily from exhaustion as you lean back in your seat.
Blinking, the pretty boy calms down, reaching for your soda, and holding the straw to your lips that you eagerly sip.
âIâm sorry, honey. Itâs been a rough few hours.â, Steve exhales as he tilts back in his chair as well. âYour dad showed up with some of the guards who are his friends I guess and beat the shit out of me and him.â
âHe was going to separate us.â, Eddie added with a crack in his voice as he stared at the table in front of him. âHe was going to send me to Indianapolis where my father is and Steve to Washington. Y/N, part of the reason weâve made it this long is each other. We protect each other.â
âThat first week we went in some guy jumped me because of my last name. Munson beat his ass and anyone else who even had the idea. Later on, inmates tried to hurt him to get to me because Iâm softâŠor so they thought⊠One night some fucker stabbed him so I did the same. No body messed with us after that.â
âIf he separated us, Steve would have been hurt or worse and my dad with his own asshole goonsâŠâ, the metalhead shakes the thought from his brain as his eyes meet yours. âYouâd have been trapped in Hawkins aloneâŠâ
âDidâDid you have to kill someone to escape?â
Thereâs a long pause in the conversation before Eddie finally shook his head.
âWhat the fuck are we going to do, Ed?!â
âI donât know, Steve.â, the man replies with a flat expression as his friend manically paces in their cell.Â
âWeâll both be killed and what about Y/N? She and Olivia will be all alone with fucking Derek and her asshole father!â
âYeah.â
âYeah?! Just yeah?! In Washington, I canât protect them or you! Eddie, if you go to Indianapolis, your dad is going to fucking teach you a lesson! I guess it doesnât fucking matter though because as soon as they throw me in a cell up there someone is going to hurt me. The only reason Iâve lasted this long is you!â Steve feels his body fold into itself as he begins to really panic. âI canât leave you or Y/N. I love you both. How am⊠Iâll be all alone⊠I should have just let the bats fucking rip me apartââ
As the boy spoke, the metalhead felt himself get steadily ramped up till he couldnât take it anymore and rushed forward capturing Steveâs face in his palms as his lips crashed to his own.
âIâm not going to let that happen. I didnât let you die then and I wonât let anyone hurt you now. Do you hear me?!â, he roughly growls as he tries to control the tears that want to break free. âYou wonât be alone, sweetheart, I promise. I donât care what I have to do.â
Eddie kisses him a bit softer as the other man nods and clings to his wrist.Â
The lock to their cell slowly opens and both men prepare to fight before coming face to face with a guard they trust.Â
âCome on. We have to move fast.â, Bobby whispers as he ushers them out with his hand and they hastily follow. After leading them to the area he allowed them to leave through last time, he paused and handed the long-haired boy a small knife. âOk, you remember how to get out right? Now since you arenât coming back I need it to look like you overpowered me.â
âWait, canât we just hit you or something?â
âNo, thatâd be too suspicious. If this is really what you want to do, you need to decide now.â
Both boys glance at each other before Eddie steps towards him and places his palm on the guardâs shoulder.Â
âThank you, man. For everything youâve done for us and Y/N.â
âI always knew you were innocent and Y/N has always been kind to me.â, Bobby smiles softly before nodding his head. âTry and hit this side here. Iâll radio it in, in two minutes so you better fucking run. Good luck, guys.â
âIt was so fast, Y/N. As soon as we hit the woods, the alarms started going off. I didnât think weâd get to you.â, Eddie sighed as he finished his story, their eyes flicking your way as you started to cry. âNo, hey, no. Donât cry, sweetheart.â, he pleaded as he got out of his chair to fall on his knees in front of you and take your hands.
âThis is all my fault. Maybe if I had listened to you and left with my mom orââ
âMaybe all of this would have happened anyway.â, Steve cut you off as he pet your head. âYour dad isnât exactly a trust worthy man.â
âI love you so much and everything is going to be alright.â
âYeah, princess, it will.â, the long-haired boy beamed as he kissed your lips.Â
##################
Three Years Later
âOlivia!â, you giggle as your daughter continues to dance around while you try to pull on her jacket. âDo you want to play outside or not?â
âYeah.â
âOk, then you have to let me put this on you or else youâre going to freeze to death.â
âNo, mommy! I no freeze to die!â, she laughs, her cackle reminding you of Eddie as she shows off all of her teeth and gums.Â
It had been three years since you made it over the border into Canada with your convict boyfriends in the trunk and Dustinâs falsified papers at your side. You managed to make it to a tiny little town and create a new life for yourself that you absolutely loved.Â
With their friends help, you were able to convince a small law firm that you had graduated from college with high marks. Granted it wasnât criminal law like you had been studying but you were still able to help people and that made you happy.Â
Eddie absolutely despised cutting his hair but to keep a low profile he did what needed to be done. Like Olivia, he tended to keep it longer than normal but as soon as it started to go too low past his ears, he went to the shop to get it cut. Because they didnât want to be too far from each other having been in a small cell together for over 10 years, both men got a job at a car dealership with him in the automotive shop and Steve as a salesman.
Out in public, people called you three by different names but in your home you were still Y/N, Eddie, and Steve. The little dwelling the pretty boy was able to find was modest but perfect for your family with two bedrooms and a large backyard for your daughter to run around in.Â
Thankfully for her, she never sensed anything was amiss when it came to her life and you hoped to keep it that way for as long as you could.Â
After lifting her into your arms, you carried her outside where you watched her run off to climb her jungle gym.Â
âBe careful!â
âOr what?!â, she teased.
âOr else Iâm going to tell your daddy and heâs going to tell Santa you were bad!â
âNu uh!!â
âYeah huh!â
âWhat in Godâs name are you two shouting about?â, Steve grinned as he opened the back door to join you guys outside.Â
âOur daughter is being mean.â
Eddie kisses your lips before running towards Olivia who opened her arms wide to give him a big hug.Â
âEw, daddy! Smell bad.â
âOh yeah? I know, we had a car in today that Iâm surprised didnât explode. How was your day, sweetheart?â
âGood. Mommy take me t-to work.â
âDid you two have fun?â, the other man asks as he leans down to give her a big hug as well.Â
âYeah! MisterâŠMr. Jackson gave me cookie!â
Grinning, the three of you sit on your back patio as you watch Olivia play. This was everything they ever wanted and they were so grateful to be able to experience this with you.
***
âMmphâfuck, Steve. Feels so goodâ
âShhhhh, baby.â, the pretty boy scolds making you smile as you pass by the open bathroom door in your shared bedroom before throwing yourself down in front of your desk and turning on your bulky computer.Â
As the years passed, both men seemed to open up more when it came to their love for each other and you absolutely encouraged it. You wanted them to feel safe and loved not just with you but themselves. Now that there was no longer the looming threat of prisoners and being hurt, they confided in you that it no longer felt like survival but genuine affection that they could now feel openly without fear of it being exploited.
Sliding on your headphones to give them extra layer of privacy, you did what you do every night and began double checking information online.Â
That first year, message boards and police sites were full of information trying to hunt down the two escapees and their âhostagesâ. You assumed your father thought that would not only protect you from any prosecution (or embarrassment for him) but make people hunt for them harder if they believed they had kidnapped a baby.
As time progressed news began to dwindle and for that you were thankful. There was the occasional âsightingâ but when you read the article you breathed a sigh of relief realizing it wasnât even close to where you were.Â
The feeling of fingers in your hair brought you back to the moment as you leaned your head back just in time for Eddieâs lips to softly land on yours.Â
âAnything new out in the world?â
âMmmâŠno.â, you grinned as you placed your headphones and CD player to the side.Â
âFuck me, itâs cold.â, Steve whined as he scurried out of the bathroom and hastily threw on his sweats with a long sleeve shirt. âHow are you two not cold?â
âYou would think heâs never grown up around snow.â, the other boy teased as he leaned his head on your shoulder. âOne of these days one of you will have to show me how to use this thing.â, he gestures towards the computer. âEspecially since Dustin and Mike showed Wayne how to sign up for email.â
âIs that safe?â, Steve asks cautiously as he places his hands on his hips behind you both. âI mean can they likeâŠtrack who he emails toâŠâ
âHe may have a point. Itâs ok. Weâve all had to make sacrifices to be up here.â, Eddie sighs as he tries to smile your way.Â
âBaby, I donât see why it would be a problem. All of our information is under our aliases so if they did look it wonât seem odd.â, you comfort as you place your hand on his thigh.Â
âNaw, sweetheart, heâs right. I can just keep sending him letters without the return address like weâve been doing. Iâm, um, Iâm going to go grab a beer and check on Olivia.â
After kissing your forehead, he sullenly heads for the kitchen and you rise to your feet to smack Steveâs chest.Â
âOw! What?â
âSteve, he deserves to talk to the only other family he has. He can send him emails under the Ronnie name. Itâs not like the police are going to descend from the ceiling as soon as he hits send.â
âY/N, you donât think the cops will wonder why Eddie Munsonâs uncle is sending emails constantly to only one person whoâs supposedly NOT his nephew?â
âYouâre over thinking it.â
âAm I? Or are you not thinking enough? Honey, we canât afford to jeopardizeââ
âDonât. Donât you dare give me that lecture again, Steven Harrington. I worry about our safety to ok?â
The man exhales heavily as he turns and throws himself into bed, folding his arms like a toddler as you stomp away in the opposite direction to check on the metalhead.
âAnd then Smaug flew over the people of Laketown spewing his fire breathâŠRoar!â, Eddie growled as he opened his arms and pretended to fly around the room breathing fire as you watched from your hidden spot by your daughterâs doorway.Â
Olivia giggled as she clapped her hands and he fell to his knees beside her bed pretending to land.Â
âThe dragon felt like he would be triumphant but he did not expectâŠthe bowmanâŠâ When he widened his eyes, she did the same as she hung on every word. âBard stood his ground amongst the flames with the one weapon he knew would take out his foe.â
You and your daughter waited for him to continue but when he didnât you peeked around the corner to see him standing completely still.Â
âDaddy? Are you ok?â, Olivia asks in a small voice before her eyes meet yours.Â
âBaby?â, you ask as you slowly enter the room and place your palm on his back. His eyes were glazed over as his bottom lip began to tremble. âHey, Eddie, look at me.â, you whisper as you cup his cheek to turn his face.Â
You had seen this happen before with both of them but the triggers never made sense. You originally thought it was the trauma of being in prison but a little while after moving into your home, you went for a walk to explore the town. Everyone was exceptionally friendly including a little old Russian man who told you more about the sea food store he owned near the water.Â
Steve zoned out as the man spoke and when you tried to take his hand in yours, he flinched and tried to cover his face with his arms. You showed your daughter a lot of movies from your childhood and one day during a family movie night a bat just so happened to appear in the background of the scene causing both men to stiffen.Â
You never wanted to push but you always felt so helpless.Â
Olivia stood up on her mattress and wrapped her tiny arms around her fatherâs neck. The action seemed to bring him back as he gradually lifted his own limbs to hug her to his chest.Â
âIâm sorry, sweetheart. Daddy got lost in his own adventure.â, he tried to comfort as his voice cracked. Taking a seat on her bed, he placed her under the covers and smiled as he tucked her in.Â
âOn your ad-ventures, did you fight a dragon?â
âSomething like that, princess. Your dad went into the castle and burned the dragon while he was sleeping while I used my sword outside to protect themâŠjust like Bard.â
âWhoaâŠwhere was mommy?â
Eddie chuckles as his eyes flick to you before focusing on his daughter again.Â
âMommy was resting safely in her own castle which is good because daddy wouldnât have wanted her to get hurt.â
You could tell he was still trying to keep it together when he bent down to kiss her good night and took your hand to lead you back to the bedroom.
âWhat happened there, Ed?â, you ask as he exhales and falls back first onto the mattress. âWhere did you go when you were telling her that story?â
âItâs hard to explain, baby.â
Blinking, you make a decision as you grab your desk chair and wheel till your directly in front of them.Â
âWhat happened in 86?â That grabbed their full attention as they sat up to face you. âI know you didnât kill those people and Iâve never pushed because I donât want to hurt you but itâs been four years and everything weâve been through I deserve to know.â
They exchanged a glance you saw many times between them; two people who knew a truth you didnât.Â
âJust 86? Or should we go back to the beginning in 83?â, Steve asks in a flat tone you werenât prepared for. âThatâs when Barb went missing⊠one of the crimes I was accused of.â
âI⊠I donât know. Just tell me what you feel comfortable telling me.â
âI donât feel comfortable telling you any of it.â
âWhat. Why?â
âBecause you wonât believe us.â, Eddie cut in. âAnd when we tell you the truthâŠyouâre going to call us crazy, realize you were wrong, take Olivia, and go back home.â
His words pierced your heart and cracked it open as the tears stung your eyes.Â
âJesus⊠three years and you still think so fucking little of me.â
As you got to your feet to leave the room, Steve hastily blocked your exit with his body.Â
âY/N, the last time part of the truth came out, it was retracted and used against me to put me in prison. IâmâŠWEâRE scared.â
âSteve, I donât know what happened but whatever did is very real for you two. I see it in your eyes when you both zone out or flinch at something. There are so many things Iâve witnessed and heard in your case that donât make sense but maybe the truth well make those puzzle pieces fit.â
Gesturing with his palm towards the bed, you took his place against the headboard while he sat in your chair and Eddie adjusted his body to face you.Â
âIt all started when Will Byers went missingâŠâ
***
They continued to stare at you as sat their absorbing their words after telling you their entire story. Your logic brain had taken over as your eyes fleeted from left to right sifting through information in your head that you had researched before you met them.Â
âSay something, sweetheart, please.â
âHowâŠhow didnât the fire and the mayor being arrested not give validity to your case?â
Steve exhaled a breathily laugh as he leaned forward balancing his elbows on his knees.
âAfter everything we just told you, I like how thatâs your first question.â
âAnd they didnât look intoâŠhospital recordsâŠafter you wereâŠbeatenâŠâ
âI didnât go to the hospitalââ
âOk but EMS took care of you!â, you shouted as you struggled to catch your breath.
âWhoa, Y/N. Ok, whatâs going on, baby?â, Eddie tried to soothe as he reached for your trembling hands.Â
âAndâŠand youâŠyou almost diedâŠsomeone hurt you and they didnâtâŠdidnâtâŠâ
âY/N, sweetheart. I need you to breathe ok?â
You began to sob as you tried to do what he asked but you were beginning to feel super overwhelmed. Not just at the fact that monsters exist but at the notion that for years unbeknownst to you there was a group of people keeping you safe and in return they were either killed or punished including the two men you loved the most.Â
âLook at me, little girl.â, Steve commanded in a tone you knew well. âWe need you to breathe. No, no. Look at Daddy, baby.â, he says sternly as he cups your cheeks. âThere you go, honey. Inhale, exhale.â
âNeither of you deserve what you went through.â
âYou believe us? Just like that?â
âEddie, you both talk in your sleep. I hear you wake up from nightmares that you donât tell me about. I see it in your face when something happens or when you look at Olivia. I may not have been there or saw what you saw at the time butâŠI see it now.â
âIâm glad you werenât there. ItâsâŠitâs an awful place, Y/N.â
âI wish I could have been there during your trial or when you were at the hospital. I would have taken care of you. I would haveââ
âShhhh⊠hey. Put the logic brain away, nerd.â, Steve teases as he pets your head. âYouâre here now and itâs our job to take care of you.â
Nodding your head, your eyes glance down at the light scaring around his neck that you had seen so many times. Noticing your gaze, he takes off his long sleeve shirt and slides closer allowing you a better look.Â
âThe bites hurt more than anythingâŠlike little knives piercing your sidesâŠâ
Glancing towards Eddie, he scoots closer as well and takes your hand in his placing it on the scar near his heart.
âThis one⊠The doctors kept saying how they were surprised I was still alive.â
Tears started to trickle down your cheeks again and the metalhead quickly cupped them in his hands as his forehead met yours.Â
âItâs ok, baby. Weâre ok. EverythingâŠis ok.â
âI hate the idea of you both being in so much pain.â, you whisper.Â
âWe arenât anymore, Y/N. Not that kind of pain anyway. We all know how sometimes Steve and I can be a bit rough.â
When you laugh the tension in the room breaks.Â
âYeah but you know I like it when youâre rough.â
Eddie quirks up his eyebrow in a teasing manner before capturing your lips with his own. As the passion between you begins to grow, Steve climbs in on the other side of you, bringing your mouth to his as the metalheadâs trail down your neck.
Their strong palms knead your breasts as Eddieâs fingers continued their descent down your smooth frame.Â
âOhâŠâ, you whine eliciting a small smirk from his lips as his middle and ring fingers rub slow circles against your clit.
Your eyes close as your head falls back against the pillows, only opening again when you hear the subtle smacks of their lips interlocking.Â
âSheâs so fucking wet.â
âMmmâfuck her with your fingers, honey, and make her cum. She deserves to.â
âFuckâŠYESââ
As Eddie did what Steve suggested, you struggled to control the volume of your moans as his digits hit every sensitive button inside you that only they knew how to reach causing the pretty boy to slam his hand over your mouth.Â
âYou have to be quiet, baby. Do you need the gag?â
You shake your head and he tosses a smile your way before bouncing between your legs and tossing your panties by your head. Oh, they loved this game. Pushing you to the edge while you try not to scream from pleasure.Â
While Eddieâs fingers curled inside of you, Steveâs lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves. Your legs tried to close around his head but his strong hands kept them still and open.Â
âFuckâŠplease. That feels so good.â
âYeah, baby? You feel good?â
âYes, Sir.â
âGood girl. So beautiful. God, your pussy is so fucking tight, sweetheart, I canât wait to feel you cling to my fucking cockâshit.â Eddie stifled his grunt in your neck as your palm reached down to stroke him through his sweats. âReminds meâŠwhen you came to visit usâŠand I fucked your hand through my pants like this. Fuck, baby, all I wanted to do was bend you over that table and fuck you till you were screaming my name.â
At his words, your cunt clenched around his fingers as Steveâs tongue flicked and applied the perfect amount of pressure to your clit as the coil snapped. You moaned a bit too loudly and Eddie shoved your panties into your mouth to silence you.Â
âHavenât gotten better at being quiet though.â, he growled but when your glassy needy eyes met his he felt his resolve begin to break. âFuck, how can I be mad when you look at me like that. You ready for my cock, sweetheart?â
After your nod, Steve moves out of the manâs way as he quickly slides down his pants just enough for his dick to spring free before finding home between your legs. You jump as he taps your nub with his length, grinning at your sensitivity as he guides himself inside your entrance.Â
âGoddamn.â
The metalhead sets a steady pace as his hands find purchase on your hips.Â
âWe talked about this a lot on the inside. What it would be like to fuck youâŠâ, Steve coos as he sits on his knees beside the bed petting your head with one hand while he licked the other before placing it around his cock. âEddie always thought your pussy would taste sweet like you and your letters smelled. Mmph. Sometimes your perfume would still be on our hands from the envelopes and we would jerk each o-other off imagining it was you.â
The more Steve spoke the faster Eddieâs rhythm got as he repeatedly hit that spongy spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling. Falling on top of you, he removed your panties from your mouth but kept them bunched in his hand as he grunted into your ear on the opposite side of his friend while he continued to talk.
âAt night when the lights were outâmmmâI would imagine you in my arms. Sometimes we would climb into the others bunk and grind our cocks against the others ass untilâŠâ
âSirâfuckâMâgonna cum.â
The metalhead was prepared, clamping his hand around your mouth as he pounded into you.
Your whimpers turned to muffled screams as you were blinded by white and your arms wrapped around his neck. As your pussy quivered around him, Eddie mewled your name into your ear till you felt him paint your insides with his release.
As soon as the other man pulls out, Steve lifts you under your arms and moves you around until youâre on top of him straddling his waist. His large palms cling to your hips as you lower yourself onto his length, your movements stuttering slightly at the sensitivity of your last orgasm.Â
âYou got this, pretty girl. Take all the time you need. You just have to be quiet.â
âT-Tell me stories, Daddy, please. I wanna hear âem.â
Eddie breathily chuckled as he rolled over till he was on his back beside Steve.Â
âSteve had never done anything dominate with anyone before so I would let him practice with me. Sometimes, sweetheart, when he would fuck me I would tell him to pretend I was you. Boy, did he have a filthy fucking mouth.â
âY-You liked it.â, he giggled as his head tilted to kiss the manâs lips. âI would say how you belonged to us. How I wanted you on your knees choking on my dick. Fuck.â
âHe would fuck me so hard, Y/N, I would feel him for weeks. Like a silent reminder that we belonged to each other.â
Gripping the back of your neck, Steve yanked you down till your cheek was between his and Eddieâs.Â
âAnd that you belonged to us.â, he whispered as his hips thrust up roughly punctuating his words. âA quiet promiseâfuckâof what we would give you when we got out.â
âPleaseâŠâ
A wicked grin spread across his face as the metalhead pushed your panties back into your mouth before Steve covered it with his other hand.Â
The obscene sound of skin hitting skin filled the room as he slammed his cock deep within you causing your eyes to roll as your head hung as much as it could.Â
âThatâs right, baby girl. You take Daddyâs cock. Good girl. I can feel it, honey. Cum. Cum on Daddyâs cock, Y/N.â You do as he commands, your throat vibrating as you tried to be heard through the gag and Steveâs palm. âAtta girl. Let it go. Ride it out for as l-long as you can. ShitâIâm gonna cum.â
The manâs arms wrapped around your waist as his rhythm faltered and he thrust his spend into your now overstimulated cunt. Fingers reached between your sweaty frames and removed the gag from your mouth.Â
âSuch a good girl. You ok, sweetheart?â
âSheâŠShe said yeah. Fuck that was good.â, Steve answered for you after you whispered the answer exhaustedly in his ear.Â
âAs always.â, Eddie beams as he starts to take you in his arms, chuckling when you groan. âI know, Iâm the worst person. Come on, babe, you need a bath. Steve, you wanna get her some water and check on Olivia?â
While the pretty boy does what he asked, the metalhead quickly gets a bath ready and places you inside the water, smiling softly when you sigh in pleasure.Â
âWe, uh, we didnât just talk about you sexually on the inside. I feel like I should tell you that.â
Your eyes blink as he sits beside you, now in a pair of his blue boxers.Â
âWhat else do you two talk about?â, you ask as you lean forward and run your fingers along the arm he had resting along the porcelain.Â
âWe wondered how we would have met you if we hadnât of been locked up. You worked at The Hideout and I used to play there. Maybe you would have seen me up there playing my guitar or you would have served me a drink.â
âYou were a law student and knowing my dad I probably would have been working with him.â, Steve added as he entered the bathroom and sat on the edge as he handed you the glass of water that you chugged down. âOliviaâs still asleep⊠I probably would have run into you at the Hawkins Library doing some research for a case or something.â
âWeâd definitely be self-conscious at first but act like we were a confident badass.â
âWhy would you be self-conscious?â, you giggle.Â
âBecause youâre beautiful, smart, and young with your whole life ahead of you.â, Eddie answered as he reached up to caress your cheek and you kissed his palm. âWeâd just be some old assholesââ
âEddie.â, you scold making him softly smile.Â
Steve bent down to carefully lift you out of the water, placing you on your feet to dry you off.Â
âMore than anything, Y/N, we talked about this life here. Living with you in our own little house while our kids wreak havoc.â, he chuckles as he focuses on his task.Â
âW-Would you want to have more kids with me?â
When they glance at each other before looking up at you, you know theyâve already had this conversation amongst themselves.Â
âOf course.â, Eddie murmurs as he carries you into the bedroom and picks up the other manâs shirt off the floor to tug over your head. âOf course, sweetheart. Olivia is so fucking amazing and youâre a wonderful mom. Weâd love to have a couple more little Munson/Harrington kids running aroundâŠâ
âButâŠâ
Pushing you back, they climb under the covers with you as the metalhead pulls your back to his chest while Steve moves some stray hair away from your face.Â
âWhat if we have to run again? What if we get caught and youâre left to raise these kids alone? What ifâheyâŠâ, Steve tuts in a firm tone as you sigh in annoyance. âStop. Y/N, we literally fought to have the life we have now and weâd do anything to keep it.â
âWeâre just worried, baby.â, Eddie adds. âThereâs a lot of risk bringing another little life into our world.â
âI love you bothâŠso muchâŠI wonât push butâŠwhenever youâre ready Iâm ready.â
Both men smile at you as your eyes steadily close and you fall asleep.
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âHey Miss Franklin!â, the daycare administrator greets you as you walk in beaming through the front door.
âHey Tasha. How was my little monster today?â
âShe was good. Told the other kids her father fought dragons.â, the lady giggles as you playfully roll your eyes. âLet me go grab her.â
As your eyes scan over the children playing, you notice the administratorâs demeanor stiffen while talking to one of the other ladies before nervously smiling your way.
âMiss Franklin, Lily says Oliviaâs uncle came to pick her up about an hour ago.â
Your heart drops as your eyes widen.
âUncle?â
âYeahâŠtall fellow about your age.â As she continued to describe him, the bile in your throat began to rise as anger clouded your brain.Â
âDid he give you a name?â
âUh, yeah itâs right here.â, she replies cautiously as she shows you the sign out sheet.Â
Derek Â
Speeding down the road and running every red light, you practically swerve into the dealership, sprinting inside to find the guys. Steve notices you first, his protective mode kicking in as he grabs your wrist and tells the front desk to send the other man to his office.Â
âY/N, honey, I canât understand you when you talk fast like that. Whatâs going on with Olivia?â
Eddie hastily enters, the door slamming behind him as he steps forward to cup your cheeks.Â
âWhatâs going on?â
âThe daycare said Oliviaâs uncle came to pick her up.â
âWho?â, he growls.Â
âDerekâs name was on the sheet.â, you grumbled matching his anger.Â
Steveâs office phone rings and he recognizes the number immediately, answering it and placing it on speaker.Â
âHello?â
âHi, dada!â, Olivia shouts excitedly causing you to let out a sigh of relief that at least she sounded ok and wasnât hurt.Â
âHey, honey. What are you doing home without mommy?â, he asks trying to sound calm.Â
âUncle Derek picked me up! When are you cominâ home? He wants to talk to mommy.â
âBaby, is he nearby? Can I talk to him?â, you inquire, listening to her little voice speak to someone in the background before a gruff tone pulled through.Â
âHey, babe. Long time no see.â
âIf you hurt her, Derek, I swear to fucking GodâŠâ
âYou must think so little of me. I donât want to do anything to her. Thatâs why I tried to give her a better life with a better father.â
âFuck you, you fucking dickââ, Eddie cut in before Steve grabbed his wrist.
âAh good. Edward is there to or should I say Ronnie and Ben.â, he snickered. âDo you know how long Iâve been looking for you?! Your dad reneged on our deal since you disappeared and my family lost everything. EVERYTHING, Y/N!â
At his outburst, you hear your daughter whine and both menâs eyes grow dark with fury.
âWhat do you want?â
âIâm at your house. Come here so we can talk. If you arenât here in an hour Iâll take her back home with me to your father.â
âThis was a mistake.â, you growled.Â
âMaybe, Y/N. Maybe but for once in your fucking life youâre going to hear what I have to say. Olivia! Say goodbye to your parents.â
âAre they coming home?â, she asks cautiously.
âYes, sweetheart. Weâll be there soon.â, Eddie answers her and his eyes close as he listens to her laugh. âI love you, Olivia.â
âLove you to, daddy. Love you, dada and mommy!â
The phone hangs up before you or Steve can reply.
âWe have an hourâŠâ, the metalhead says more to himself then you two. âI have guns stashed away a couple of miles from the houseââ
âYou are not pulling a gun with my daughter in that house.â, you hiss.Â
âWhat do we do, Y/N? Heâs not going to let us go and even if he wasâŠhe kidnapped our daughter. Heâll be lucky if he leaves the house still fucking breathing.â, Steve retorts in a dark tone you had never heard from him before.
âIâm not saying I disagree but I refuse to let any of this affect her. As far as she knows sheâs a normal child and I want to keep it that way.â
âThen answer his question, Y/N. What the fuck do you want us to do!?â
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<Null> {Mal Du Pays} [Loop] (Siffrin)
(Polaris is from @neoncityrain )
<Captions, lights, action.>
(You jumped downstairs two at a time, Ramos right behind you. Second take, the heros bravely fight the Sadness. You'll win this time, right?)
{Focus.}
(Like that'll be easy with both of you around.)
{We'll keep quiet, then.}
(You got to the main room, again. Frozen Odile, Bonnie and Nille. No sign of Vixul or Wren. And, of course, the sadness stood dominant above all. Like last time, Nille got distracted by you and got hit, too fast to react.)
". . S-SIS!!" (Bonnie screamed, like last time.)
(You breathed in, and out. Settling so easy into the routine, the script. Mirabelle stepped into the doorway outside moments later, and like last time, you warned her not to unfreeze Odile.)
"What the blinding-" (You look to your side, Polaris had followed you downstairs. He looked worried.)
"You should run, we can take care-"
(You're cut off by him punching you in the shoulder.) "Don't tell me what to do!" (He took an offensive stance, pulling out some needles from, somewhere.)
<Don't strain yourself. It's you, Ramos, Bonnie, Polaris, and Mirabelle. One more than last time. As long as you focus, and->
(Now is not the time, you shake your head. The sadness was looking at every one of you, one at a time, before settling its sight at Mirabelle. Bonnie slipped away while it was distracted, getting back into their backline position. Mirabelle looked at you from across the room and nodded, waiting for your mark.)
(You glanced at Polaris.) "Are you sure? It's not a normal sadness."
"What do YOU think." (He huffed. You nodded, turning to Ramos.)
"Ramos?"
"I'm ready, Sif!" (They responded. Alright. Are we ready?)
{I am.}
<Put those stones in, helps me focus.>
(. . . Weird, but fine. You take out those stones, and put them in your ear. You hear music.)
"Then lets go." <You dash in, holding out your hand and swiping, time to hit Rock Bottom, heh.>
<The attack connects in a flash of darkless stars, a strong hit, so it IS weak to rock, just immune sometimes, for some reason. The sadness screams and you jump back.>
(You feel a small jolt run up your spine and make your hair stick out on end, glancing over, Polaris had flicked out two fingers, energy crackling around him. You felt lighter on your feet.)
(Ramos time, they used the new speed to dash in with their own rock attack, unleashing a flury of blows from their tonfas before jumping back.)
(Keeping up the rhythm, Mirabelle claps her hands, enveloping you all in her shield, it still feels warm. No worrying about being frozen now.)
{The sadness looked at you with fury. Move, it's about to attack.}
<You jump back, narrowly escaping the claw that looked like it could pierce air.>
"Keep it up!" (You snap your fingers with a lightless spark. Your feet felt light.)
(You felt a breeze as Polaris rushed past you, fast. He ducked under the sadness and plunged a few large needles into it, and he was out before the sadness even let out a scream. You chuckled.)
(Crackling energy? Static craft skill?) "Gotta say Polaris, you shock me."
"Oh shut UP." (He makes a face. Right on the money, then?)
"Well I thought it was funny!" (Ramos yells while getting in for another strike.) "Electrifying, even."
"I'm leaving, you guys can fight on your own." (Polaris pouted.)
"P-please can we keep this untill after!?" (Mirabelle yells, she focused and clapped, you felt stronger.)
<Scissors, Scissors-rock, Scissors-paper, and, hmm, also scissors? And the sadness is weak to rock. It'll heal, and it'll protect itself. We need a plan.>
(The sadness roared, dashing and swiping at Polaris, not fast enough, he took the hit and flew back. He took a knee, bleeding from the mouth, but not K.Oed.)
{Hit it hard, and fast. Kill it in one hit, before it can respond and defend itself.}
(You run over to Polaris, focusing hard and breathing, willing the wounds to heal, and offering a hand. So, we have to take it down in one hit? How!)
<A jackpot cold work.>
"Starsdammit-" (Polaris let out a groan.) "Do, do you even have a plan?"
"I do, actually." <You turn to the other party members.> "Let's set up for one big attack!"
"Sounds good!" <Ramos nods, going back in for another strike.>
<Mirabelle rushes next to you and Polaris.> "A-Are you alright?"
"No but that's fine." (Pol responded, getting ready for whatever came next.) "Blind it if I'm dying easy."
"Okay just. . ." (She starts, then huffs, turning to you.) "Are you sure that plan will work?"
<No.> "I'm sure of it."
<She nodded, and guarded. She's important. If anyone is frozen, only she can unfreeze them.>
(The sadness lashed out, catching Ramos just a bit. Your turn, you rush in with your own rock skill, hitting the sadness with the hilt of your knife then dancing back.)
"Hey crab face!!" (Bonnie whizzes past you, tossing you and the others tonics. Snack duty, just like before, huh? You thank Bonbon and drink it.)
(You snap your fingers again.) "Ramos, now!"
"On it!" (Spurred on by your words, Ramos counterattacks, hiting fast and low, they looked tired, it was an intense fight, after all. Just one more good hit.)
(Polaris waited, rubbing his own cloak, you could feel craft energy building. Getting ready for the big attack? Smart. Mira ran to Ramos and clapped, healing them up.)
(The sadness looked ragged, on the back foot, as it were. You all weren't letting up, both you, Polaris, and Ramos were all so fast, and Mirabelle wasn't that far behind. It roared, and clapped its hands together.)
<That must be like before, a shield.>
"What was that?" <Polaris looked on edge.>
"A shield." <You respond.> "It'll block some attacks, we need to break it, then. . ."
"I GOT IT!!!" <From what looks like out of NOWHERE Bonnie rushed in. You reach to stop them but it was too late, they rush in, the sadness swings, hesitates, and Bonnie gets the hit in.>
"Polaris!!" (No time to be distracted! Now's your chance! Bonnie got away safely, so.) "Go!!!"
"Right!" (He threw needles at the sadness, a few sticking in the thing before Pol threw a scissors sign. Craft energy crackled, and the Sadness siezed up.)
"Ramos!!" (The two of you nod at each other dashing forward, holding out your craft signs, both of your craft skills colliding with the sadness, it collapses.)
"Mira!!" (You turn as you land, sweating, just in time to see Mirabelle rush forward with her rapier and squewer the sadness.)
<. . . . It doesn't scream.>
(. . . You breathe out.)
[Mirabelle is now level 48]
[Ramos is now level 23.]
[Polaris is now level 38.]
(You're panting, is, is it over? Did, you do it?)
<Did it in two? We're getting better.>
{Don't get relaxed, you two.}
(The sadness is staring at Mirabelle, unmoving. Mira steps back, she's breathing heavy, and shaking.)
"Did, stars did we do it?" (Polaris collapsed backwards, Bonnie runs over to Mira.)
(You hop up and rush over to the sadness, it, still wasn't moving. Was it dead?)
(. . . You poke the sadness with your dagger.)
(It crumbles into dust.)
"Oh CRAB!!!"
"No way. . ."
"We did it?!?"
"I, I think." (You're smiling.) "I, think we actually did-"
(THUNK)
(You turn. Mirabelle is lying on the floor.)
"'BELLE?!?"
"M-iss?!?"
"W-what just-?!?"
(You all run over to her, what's going on?!? What, just, what just happened?!?! Polaris is paniced, Bonnie is shaking her, Ramos is checking her pulse, you, you, you-)
{Calm d-}
(What's going on she, she, s-she, she's--)
"I-is she okay?!?" (Bonnie's looking at Ramos.)
"I- I don't-" (They're panicked, shaking.)
"She's- do you, smell-"
(You're hyperventilating, smell, smell, you smell it, burnt sugar, searing, strong, disgusting, and, and, s-so, so strong.)
"M-maybe it's her heart?!?"
"I wouldn't know!!"
(You can't focus you can't think you can't breath you can't scream you can't cry you can't hide you can't run you can't, can't, can't.)
(Your mouth is numb. You have static in your ears. Your head is screaming.)
(You-)
"F-frin. . ?"
(You look up. Bonnies crying.)
(You feel a tug. On. Your. Stomach.)
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7. DAHOOD CONNOISSEUR.. (HALF WRITTEN)
wc: <1k
danielle woke up to the ringing of her phone, turning in her bed to answer.
âhello?â she asked, rubbing her eyes.
âDANIELLE?!â a voice who she assumed to be hanni yelled, making danielle wince.
âcould you be any louder?! i just woke up.â danielle says, getting out of bed to get ready.
âyou have criminals after you and you didnât tell us??â haerin says, presumably being with hanni.
âit was gonna come up some day.â danielle shrugs.
âmo jihye.â minji warns, âyou couldâve died yesterday!â
âhello, are all of you there?â dani asks.
âyes, weâre waiting on you outside.â hyein replies.
âwaiting on me? OUTSIDE?â dani says, before the phone hangs up.
she peeked out her blinds to see none other than her entire friend group standing on her front porch, the four of them constantly looking around probably in fear of daniâs enemies coming to visit.
danielle sighs, but continues to get ready regardless and makes her way outside. her eyebrows furrowed at the backpacks they all had on.
âwere none of you gonna tell me i needed to pack a bag?â dani asks, to which hanni responds.
âoh no youâre okay, just come on follow us.â she says, the rest of them start walking hanni and danielle trailing behind.
the five of them pass ynâs house, dani staring at it as they passed. she missed you dearly, and wanted to apologize for the past week. maybe sheâll do it on the way back.
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when danielleâs friends made her leave and walk somewhere, she didnât expect it them to go to minjiâs house. why couldnât they have just called her driver?
âminji, why couldnât we have just gotten your driver to take us here?â danielle asks.
âheâs on his break right now.â minji shrugs.
âmaybe if someone had their license we wouldnât have to rely on her driver.â hanni says, earning a side eye from minji.
âi donât have time for drivers ed.â minji says, rolling her eyes.
sometimes danielle forgot that minji was truly a rich girl, moments like these proving it. minji unlocked the door, and the five followed her as she led them to a room.
the room was extremely closed off, the window on the door being covered by a black paper and caution tape being attached to the front side of the window.
âwas this really necessary?â haerin asks, her eyebrows furrowing at the exaggerated precautions minji had done.
âyes, nobody else can get into here if we want to keep this secret.â minji says.
âwouldnât this just make it obvious itâs something secret?â hanni asks.
minji sighs, choosing to ignore the question and opens the door. the door revealing a full fledged lab, gadgets and more all around.
âhow the hell did you get something like this in your house?â danielle asks, her jaw dropping.
âi have my connections.â minji shrugs, walking in to let her friends follow behind.
âweâve all known about this except you dani, we were sure you wouldâve told us to not get involved.â haerin explains.
âbut we want you to be safe, so minji designed this so we could make you things that can help you whenever youâre out and think someoneâs after you.â hyein says.
âwell by we, mainly haerin and minji. more on that we thought about it, since youâre probably gonna be fighting those guysâ why donât you fight crime like the comic spiderman?â hanni says, recieving a look from danielle.
âi barely even know how to use my powers? waitâ donât tell me you guys made a suit..â dani says, getting nervous smiles from all her friends except minji.
she clicked a button on a remote, revealing a spider suit inspired by the comics altered to fit danielle more.
âyou guys are crazy.â danielle mumbles, too busy being in awe of the suit.
âme and haerin are still making adjustments to it, but it should be done and ready for you in a couple days. just stay on the down low for a bit alright?â minji says, to which danielle nods.
âanyways, we need to train you if you agree to this being your side job.â hyein says.
âand how are we doing that?â danielle asks.
âconnections!â she replies.
âwe found someone whoâs willingly to teach you some martial arts, but thatâs not until tomorrow.â hanni says.
âso go hang out with yn or something for now, weâll let you know our schedule soon.â haerin says.
âare you guys like my bosses now?â
âdo you wanna die?â
dani sighs, taking her leave. she could not believe her life had taken this sharp of a turn.
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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."
"âŠ" 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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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 youâd beat Geeta all those years ago while you were still in school, it felt like every day was âgo here, check this gym, go there, check that gym.â 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, youâd 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? Thatâd be nice.)
Montenevera was the last stop on your trip, and while the vibe was always lovely in the snowy mountain townâŠyouâd 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 couldnât 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.Â
Fucking snow.
Here, on the outskirts of Mesagoza.
You wanted to scream, but that wasnât 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 wasnât far, but in the sleet and cold, you knew itâd be faster if you rode.
Koraidon however, apparently had other ideas.Â
The moment his feet touch the cold ground, he yelps and backs right up and into the League building once again.
âKoraidonâŠcâmon bud, we just need to get home.â you sigh âI know youâre tired tooâŠI promise to make you the best dang sandwich when we get homeâŠyeah?âÂ
The paradox pokemon simply looks at you with wide, sad eyes and a low chitter before he willingly returns to his ball.Â
GreatâŠ.just great. Not even your most reliable pokemon was willing to brave even more snow, not after today.
âWoah-ho, whatâs gotten under his scales?â a familiar voice sounds from behind you, snapping you from your despondent staring at Koraidonâs 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.
âWoah, you alright? You look wiped.â She comments, her brow furrowing as she looks you up and down.Â
âA-ahâŠyeah, sorryâŠsâbeen a long few daysâŠâ you eventually mumble, turning your gaze to the floor as you clip Koraidonâs ball back to your belt with the others. âGeetaâs had me checking and rechecking all the gyms to make sure theyâre ready for the next treasure huntâŠwe just got back from MonteneveraâŠcoldâŠtiredâŠand now itâs snowing a-and Koraidon is justâŠtoo tired to take me home..âÂ
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? âYou live all the way on the other side of town, dontcha?â 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 âAinât no way youâre making that walk in this stateâŠâ
âIâll liveâŠâ 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.
âNah, Câmon, you can crash at mine tonight, itâs closer.â Rika chimes, patting you on the back and passing you a wink before she heads out the door.Â
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-
âYou comin? Or did Rhymeâs Toxtricity paralyse you up there in Montenevera?â She calls, stopping and looking over her shoulder. There's aâŠa 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 âCâmon, let's get you home, yeah?â
You swallow the lump in your throat as you blink at her outstretched, gloved hand and then up at her smile.
Arceus, you were weakâŠhow you ever made champion when you canât even look the first of the Elite four in the eye without feeling your cheeks heat, youâll 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 wasâŠmuch 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 wasnât the first time you had both justâŠexisted in the same space in silenceâŠto 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 âtiredâ 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.
RikaâŠshe really was something else, something you didnât deserve.
The moment the tunnel spits you both out into Mesagozaâs 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.Â
The flurry of snow was only getting worse, you can feel your clothes growing heavy and damp, and the concrete was getting slippery. Thankfully itâs 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 dayâŠ
âHey.â Rika murmurs as your head rests against her shoulder âStay with me, nearly there, kay? Weâll get you inside nâwarmed up, yeah?âÂ
âMmhâŠkay..â 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 CedarwoodâŠand maybe a hint of OzoneâŠmight have something to do with her Camerupt⊠but itâs not an unwelcome scent at all. You only get a few moments to enjoy it before the elevator chimes, and youâre gently tugged out into, and down a hallway. Rikaâs 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.Â
âHereâŠlets get you to the bathroom and into the showerâŠyouâre absolutely freezing.â She mutters. Half-carrying you down the hall. Her apartment isâŠhonestly 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 consolesâŠthe ones that had been super hard to get because of a manufacturing supply issueâŠfancy.
You don't quite register that sheâs slowly pulling your clothes away from you until sheâs already got your beanie, scarf and jacket off, each item thrown into her laundry hamper, at some point sheâd 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.Â
âO-oh, I uhâŠs-sorryâŠâ 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. âI-I can handle it from hereâŠâÂ
âYou sure?â she murmurs softly âSâno big deal to me.âÂ
âY-yeahâŠIâll be fineâŠthanks.âÂ
You watch as the tiniest hint ofâŠdisappointment? Flickers across her featuresâŠno, surely you were imaginingâŠbut she doesnât push it any further.
âAlrighty, Iâll go find something you can wear for the night and then throw your clothes in the laundry once youâre in the shower, yeah?â
âMmâŠt-thank you RikaâŠyou reallyâŠyou didnât have to-â 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.Â
âAnd what if I wanted to? You look like you need a break.â 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. âHereâs some jammies, sorry if theyâre a bit big.â Rika chuckles before vanishing back down the hall. You almost donât 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 cedarwoodâŠ
After you feel the last of the dayâs 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 sheâd sacrificed to you. Itâs as youâre drying off that you finally get a good look in the mirror andâŠwowâŠ
Now you think you understand why sheâd been so concernedâŠyou look like you had two black eyes, that's how tired you wereâŠ
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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 canât even stop the giggle when you notice the clodsire slippers.
âWhere on earth did you get those?â you ask, pointing to said slippers, earning a grin and a snicker from their wearer.
âLarry actually.â She chuckles âsecret santa a couple years back.â 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. âHowâre you feelin?â she asks, idly flipping through the channels.
âMmhâŠmuch betterâŠthank you againâŠIâŠI donât think I would have made it homeâŠnot in this weather.â
âOh I coulda told you that, Honey. In fact Iâm pretty sure I did.â She snickers, her lips quirking at the side when she notes the way your cheeks flush pink at the pet name. âIâve ordered some takeout, sâtoo cold to go out nâ grab food...and Iâm usually too beat after work to bother cooking.âÂ
âThen how the hell do you stay so skinny?â You snicker at her, receiving a wink in response.
âOh I take my cardio seriously.â 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.Â
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. Itâs 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 Rikaâs acts of kindness for the third time today, and only seemingly taking a breath once youâve 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 soâŠso handsome, breathtaking⊠and she was justâŠcuddling you like youâd both been doing this kind of thing for years⊠it was sudden, but it didnât feel wrongâŠand 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.
âHmmâŠyou should get some sleep, kiddoâŠarceus knows you need it.â She hums, glancing up at you from her spot on your chest. You know sheâs right, and she doesnât 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 standardsâŠÂ
Before you even knew it, the credits begin to roll, youâre exhausted, but offensively awake, to the point where even Rika is surprised, blinking those beautiful crimson eyes up at you.Â
âCanât sleep?â she asks with a tilt of her head.Â
âSometimes Insomnia is a bitch.â You concede, she makes a noise of understanding.Â
âAh, yeahâŠI know that feelingâŠâ she admits, staring up at you, to the point you feel your cheeks heating again, and you avert your gaze âbut, thankfully, I know the best solution for that.â She adds, shimmying to push herself up on her hands and knees, looming over you, some of her hair, having been freeâd of its usual ponytail, cascading over her shoulders to tickle at your face.
âO-oh? AndâŠwhat might that be?â that look in her eyes is back, the one you couldnât quite read properly back at HQ, but here, with her inches from your face? Itâs loud and clear.
Hunger.Â
âDo you trust me?â She asks, her lips quirking into a smirk as you shrink beneath her.Â
âW-would I have followed you home if I hadnât?â you manage to squeak back at her, nowhere near as confident and commanding as it had sounded in your head. Itâs 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.Â
âHm, toucheâŠâ 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 youâd just taken a thunderbolt to the senses; Sheâs 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.Â
Youâre 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.Â
The look you find waiting for you isâŠpredatory, is the only word that comes to mind, and if it wasnât for the fact she was already between your knees, youâd be squeezing your thighs together so tight, because itâs doing somethingâŠfunny to your insides.
âHmmâŠyou ever done anything likeâŠthis before?â She asks, voice low and husky and youâre very ready to pass away, but you manage a shake of your head and the grin you get in response?Â
Itâs like a Mightyena whoâs just found itâs lunch. She was going to eat you, and she was going to enjoy every second of it.Â
âWell then, weâd best moveâŠcouch sex is great nâ all, but Iâd rather your first time be somewhere a little more comfortable.â 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 hadnât shown you before. Always full of tricks, Rika was.Â
The admittedly short trek down the hall to her room isâŠhindered. Every few steps youâd 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 youâre separating, taking a couple more steps and repeating the process.Â
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 boxerâs youâd 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 youâve 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 sheâs throwing you down into the blankets, and even less time before sheâs on you, grinning and hungry as hands fly up your top, pushing it up your chest so she can finally access some skin.
âA-ah! Rika-â 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.Â
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, doesnât 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.
âDonât.â She scolds quietly âI wanna hear you.â
âB-but-âÂ
âDonât be a brat.â she interjects, eyes flashing dangerously âI know that aintâ you⊠you wanna be a good girl, yeah?â
Oh.
Oh no.
That shouldnât have such an effect on you.Â
Thereâs no hiding it from Rika either. Her smirk widens as she stares smugly down at your trembling frame.Â
âOh? You like that huh? Well then, are you gonna be a good girl and do as I say?â she hums âIâll make sure you feel real good, yeah?â
âM-mhmâŠâ is all you manage to squeak out, earning a raised eyebrow.
âWhat was that? Didnât quite hear you there, princess.â Rika snickers. She knows exactly what sheâs doing, and the humiliation burns your ears and makes your insides squirm in a way you didnât think would feel as good as it did.
âI-Iâll be goodâŠâ you whisper, your hands twisting into the sheets as Rika hums, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your burning cheek.Â
âThatâs a good girl.â she purrs âyou just relax nâlet me handle things, kay?â
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.
âMmm, look at thatâŠâ 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. âYouâre so wet already, honeyâŠâ Rika makes sure you watch as she pops those two fingers into her mouth and you squeak, face burning in embarrassment.Â
She doesnât give you much time to react, the moment she pulls those slender fingers from her lips, she shifts, your boxers are wrenched off and youâre 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.
âR-Rika-â
âYou have no idea how long Iâve waited to get you into my bed.â She rasps between open-mouthed kisses along your thighs, arms wrapping around to keep yout hips in place as she takes her sweet time. âWhen was it⊠mmh, yeah I think it wasâŠtwo years ago? Koraidon suddenly came out of his ball all sorry lookinâ in the middle of a meetingâŠâ
Oh Arceus, you remember that meeting⊠Perhaps youâd been a little soft with KoraidonâŠheâd learnt that if he looked sorry enough, youâd 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.
âWithout even stopping to think, you got up nâ you got him what he needed.â she whispers into your thigh once she finally pulls away âmiddle of a meetin⊠nâ heres our newest champion, making a sandwich for her pokemon.â she chuckles âI dunnoâŠsomething about how casually you justâŠdid thatâŠIâve wanted this ever since but Geetaâs always had you running all over the place, pinning you down has always been impossibleâŠleast until today.âÂ
âRikaâŠâ
âYouâre always doing everything for everyone else⊠you deserve to relax.â For a brief moment, she flashes you a genuine smile, not a hint of that handsome smirk that youâre 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 didnât want to hurt her, but when she sucks harshly on your clit, you cry out and yank on her hair a little harder than youâd meant to, any apology dying when she groans and shudders, her eyes rolling back for a moment.Â
âYouâre killin me, kid.â She sighs in the brief moment she brings herself to separate from you âkeep doin that and you might end up in trouble.â
It sounds like a threat⊠but the way she suddenly looks soâŠdebauched, 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.
âR-rika-! s-somethingsâŠI-I feel-â 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 againstâŠsomething. 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.
âThere you are..â She chuckles softly as you finally remember how to uncross your eyes and look at her. âThat looked intenseâŠyou ok?âÂ
âUhâŠuh-huhâŠâ you respond dumbly, resting your cheek against her hand âwhatâŠwhat was that..?â
Rikaâs lips pull into a thin, concerned line as her brows furrow.
âThey really didnât teach sex-ed at the academy, did they?â She asks.
âI-I meanâŠthey didâŠsâjustâŠbasic..â you mumble as you slowly come down fromâŠwhatever high that just was.
âObviously.â she sighs with a shake of her head âWas that seriously your first orgasm?âÂ
Oh.
âohâŠI uhâŠyeahâŠI guess it was.â and the humiliation was back. You knew what an orgasm was in theoryâŠyouâd just..never bothered to try it yourself.Â
âWellâŠI suppose I should count myself honoured then.â She snickers, leaning in to kiss at your undoubtedly sweaty forehead. âCouple more of those Nâ I think youâll be sleeping like a Komala.âÂ
âM-moreâŠ?â you whisper, she laughs, catching your wide-eyed expression.
âOh yeah, that was just foreplay, sweet thingâŠyou did so well.âÂ
And the praise was back, despite the way your joints feel molten hot, you still manage to squirm beneath her.Â
âI- s-should IâŠumâŠh-help you now?â your question is barely a whisper, all nervesâŠyou have no idea how she did what she did but it feltâŠwrong to take and not give.Â
But Rika only shakes her head.Â
âWhatâd I say before?â she chides, slowly sitting back on her knees âYour one job tonight is to relaxâŠIâve got you.âÂ
âButâŠwhat about you-â
âDonât you worry about me. Iâll get off eventually.â She chuckles, smirking when you sigh and relent. âI want one more outta you before then though.â 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.Â
âD-did youâŠmean what you said before?â you mumble more at the ceiling than anything âthat youâve beenâŠwaiting for this..?âÂ
âWhat reason do I have to lie to you?â She chuckles as she fiddles withâŠwhatever sheâs fiddling with. âYou 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 championâŠâ
âGodâŠthose stupid glasses haunt me.â you snicker, remembering rather vividly being sat, alone in a room with Rika when you had first taken on the league, youâd 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.
âHey, I like my glasses, thank you very much!â Rika snorts as she finally shifts back over, pulling you close with one arm as somethingâŠnew slides between your legs, a quick glance and- oh.
You never really took Rika for the kind to own toysâŠbutâŠat the same time, you never really gave it much thought. Itâs nothing extreme, but to you, whoâs never had anything other than a pair of slender fingers inside you very recently, the silicone toy is still rather intimidating.Â
âThis ok?â She asks, mouthing at your neck and shoulder âif you donât want to, you donât have to.â
âIâŠI do..just..nervous is all.âÂ
âMmh, good girl, so trustingâŠâ 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.Â
âLook at that, you took it so well.â She praises once the toy reaches the hilt âfuck, youâre making me regret not buying a harness⊠might just have to pick one up so I can fuck you proper, yeah?âÂ
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.
âLook at you taking it like you were made for this, good girl.â she purrs, licking at her lips âI really shoulda found another reason to get you alone waaay before now.â
âUnghâŠpleaseâŠp-pleaseâŠmoreâŠâ It takes more than you feel like it should to beg, good as it felt, youâre worried that Rika was perhaps treating you just a little too softly. âRika pleaseâŠplease please pleas-â
âWoah there, settle down baby.â She whispers, kissing at your cheek âLookit you, telling me what you want like a good girlâŠwho am I to deny the champion?âÂ
Your attempt at telling her she didnât 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 Rikaâs 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 donât pass out like youâre 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 Rikaâs shoulder, whimpering quietly when she slowly pulls the toy from your sensitive core, feeling the way your muscles involuntarily clench around it.
âHow was that, baby? You doin alright?â 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.
Sheâd 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. Youâre 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.Â
âHey⊠Itâs ok sweetie.â She murmurs against your lips, uncaring of your wide-eyed pout âOne moreâŠâ
âNooo.â you whine, wiggling in her grip âI cantâŠsâtoo much RikaâŠâ 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.Â
âI know you can give me one more, sweet girl.â she purrs, watching as you squirm and shake your head like you could actually deny her. âWill you stop being a brat if I told you this one will also get me off?âÂ
At that, your squirming stops as you blink tiredly up at her, earning a chuckle and a fond shake of her head.Â
âR-really?â
âYeah, sânice n easy on you tooâŠyou wanna try?âÂ
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 workingâŠbut if it brought her pleasure tooâŠ
âO-okâŠIâll tryâŠâ
âThatâs my girl.â She whispers softly, pressing just as soft a kiss to your lips âLay back for me, princess.â
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 footâŠperhaps 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 feltâŠsoft, but almost way more intimate and intense than anything sheâd done to you priorâŠwhatever she was doing, definitely wasnât covered in any sex-ed class youâd taken back in school.
Youâre about to ask, when she rolls her hips and oh-Â
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 Rikaâs 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.
âS-shitâŠâ she pants, âfuck you feel so goodâŠgood girl..â 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. âThatâs it princess, j-just like that⊠youâre gettin real good at thisâŠâÂ
Her words of pleasured praise doâŠsomething 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.Â
âRika- R-rikaâŠâ you pant âmmf-fuck⊠canât believe itâs taken this long..â the words are out of your mouth before you have the forethought to think about them âIâve 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 intimidatingâŠIâŠthought you were a-a man and nearly called you S-sir-â
âFUCK-â her shout actually makes you jolt, and you realise sheâs 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 âsirâ next timeâŠif there was a next time.
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Itâs 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 afterâŠwell, everything. Save for a straw in your mouth, Rikaâs gentle voice coaxing a few sips of fluid into you, and a damp cloth wiping you down, hushing your overstimulated whimpers of protest.Â
Somehow sheâd even managed to get you dressed again without waking youâŠyou 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.
âYouâre such an ungainly thing.â you hear her snicker âHold on a second itâs nearly done, needy lizard.âÂ
Koraidonâs telltale âi'm hungry and sad, feed meâ 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.Â
âSee? All your complaininâ woke her up!â Rika snorts, resting a hand on her hip. âNâhere i was trying to make you breakfast before you woke upâŠâ
Your cheeks heat a little at the sentiment.
âKeyword is tryâŠgood luck getting any cooking past KoraidonâŠâ you mumble softly, petting said pokemonâs head feathers down as the other trainer leaves the kitchen, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.Â
âWell, initially Iâd enlisted him to help, but that turned out to be a bust..â She snickers. âGâmornin.â
âM-morning..âÂ
Rika tilts her head at you with an amused grin âaw, actin all shy after everything that happened last night?â she muses, chuckling when all the response you give is a slightly redder face before you drop your head into Koraidonâs feathers. Her amusement soon melts away as a warm, now intimately familiar hand, comes to rest on your back.Â
âHeyâŠâ she sighs âI enjoyed myself last night⊠I hope you did tooâŠâÂ
âI-I did⊠its justâŠIâŠâ you nibble at your bottom lip, unable to come up with the words to describe how youâre 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.
âOh by the way.â She pipes up after a moment. âGeeta called this morningâŠsnowâs a little too heavy today so HQâs shutâŠlooks like we have a long weekend.âÂ
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 deerlingâŠ
âNice..â you giggle, slowly shuffling towards the couch, pulling her blanket up over your shoulders as you flop down by the arm and get cozy.Â
âThats what I said.â She snickers, soon joining you with a hot plate of food. If youâd thought the galarian curry last night had been good, this trumped it, your body screaming for food after last nightâs exertion.Â
âYâknow, if you wantâŠyouâre more than welcome to crash here for the weekendâŠâ Rika throws the offer casually as she eats, content smile upon her face as she watches you from the corner of her eye âSnowâs only gotten heavier since yesterday, nâI don't wantcha getting hurt tryina get home..âÂ
This time, you can hear the intent behind her words, the intent you couldnât 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.
âHmmmâŠwell, if youâre happy to have meâŠwho am I to say noâŠsir.â you know itâs cheeky, you know itâs going to end badly for you, but watching Rikaâs 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.Â
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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Iâm so excited to read the winter ficlet stories đ€§đ© I just have to send in a request
âą no way youâre driving - with Harley Quinn, she/her reader. Maybe the roads are icy and itâs getting dark so when Harley goes to tug on the driverâs 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 didnât 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.Â
âLook at this!â 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 (itâs an occupational hazard for career criminals, but you wouldnât 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. âItâs snowinâ! And it looks like itâs gonna stick!â
And you couldnât help the way a big smile spread across your face at the sight of her. âI think the weatherman said weâll have a nice blanket on the ground tomorrow morning,â you said.
âThen weâre gonna make snow angels!!!â 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.
âWe should focus on getting home first,â 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 driverâs side door of the car, but you were quicker. âThereâs no way youâre driving.âÂ
âBut babeeeeeeeee, weâd get home in no time, and then we wouldnât have to worry about anything!âÂ
You shook your head. âYou driving is risky enough in broad daylight in the middle of summer, let alone with icy roads in the dark.â
She giggled. âBut itâs more exciting if we do it my way!âÂ
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. âI just want to make sure weâre safe Harl.âÂ
âYouâre no fun.âÂ
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. âYet you love me anyway.âÂ
âYouâre fucking right I do,â was her response as she tried to move past you (to open the car door, no doubt). âBecause you do so much for me all the time, I just want to do something for you.âÂ
Okay, you were definitely no longer hiding the grin on your face as you registered her words. âMy 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.â
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. âAlright,â 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.Â
âCome on,â you said as you pulled apart. âLet your princess in shining armor drive you home, and then we can enjoy the snow from somewhere a little warmer than this.âÂ
She leaned in, and another kiss was stolen just as quickly as the one before. âYou drive a hard bargain, babe. I think I can agree to those terms.â
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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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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 leastâ
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.
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-it's not your fault
ââââââââââââ
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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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 didnât 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 didnât 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 Pandoraâs voice flittered down the hallway. The knock was clearly just a courtesy.
âReggie?â
âIn the kitchen,â Regulus called back and Pandora appeared in the doorway a few moments later.Â
âAre you ready to go?â Pandora asked with that mischievous smile of hers and Regulus sighed.
âAre you going to tell me where we are going?â
âThat would just ruin the surprise, you know that,â she said as she patted his arm gently.
âStill didnât hurt to ask. You know I donât like surprises.âÂ
âUh-huh, sure you donât. You canât fool me, Reggie.âÂ
He really didnât like surprises or more it depended on who the surprises were from. Pandoraâs 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 âsurpriseâ that he was dragging Regulus to. He genuinely enjoyed Jamesâ surprises too but not his brotherâs. 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.
âFine, donât tell me. Can I at least finish putting these away?â Regulus asked as he gestured towards the dishes still in the dishwasher.
âI suppose that would be alright. Do you need any help?â
âNo, I got it. Iâm almost done anyway.â
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.
âHow long is this little adventure going to take?â Regulus asked as he put the last of the mugs away in the cabinet.
âIt shouldnât take too long,â 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 didnât mind a little walk as long as it wasnât 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.
âYou know that I could have made us coffee at my house,â Regulus said as he looked at Pandora. She wasnât 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.Â
âDid you seriously drag me to a coffee shop to try a seasonal drink that every coffee shop in town sells?âÂ
âNot just to try the drink,â Pandora said absentmindedly. âI wanted to get you out of the house too.â
âI left the house the other day,â Regulus declared, offended.
âTaking out the rubbish is not what I meant. You havenât gone anywhere all week. Iâve seen James out and about but not you.â
âIâve been busy.â Pandora glared at him for a second. âIt still hasnât been that long,â Regulus said like a petulant child.Â
âWhen was the last time you went out?â
âFriday?â Regulus said but it came out as a question.
âItâs Thursday. You havenât left your house in a week.â Regulus pulled out his phone to check the date and it was indeed Thursday. Where the hell did the week go?
âFine, so I havenât been out in a while. Sue me.â
âCome on,â Pandora replied as she grabbed his arm and practically dragged him into the coffee shop.Â
It was cosy and warm. Maybe it wouldnât be too bad to enjoy some coffee with Pandora. He didnât know about this Pumpkin Spice Latte though. He much preferred his black coffee or espresso. Regulus wasnât really into the sweet drinks all that much. Not that he could convince Pandora of that.Â
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 didnât mean that he wanted to deal with other people.Â
âWhat do you think?â Pandora asked after she took a sip of her latte.
âI havenât actually taken a sip yet, Panda.â
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 didnât 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 didnât like it and he doesnât like to waste things.Â
âItâs alright, I guess,â Regulus said after a few minutes.Â
âYou want your black coffee, donât you?âÂ
âKind of, yeah.â Regulus shrugged.Â
âYouâre no fun sometimes,â Pandora huffed before taking another sip of her drink.
âSorry.â
âItâs alright, I still love you.â
âLove you too, Panda.â
They spent the next hour in the coffee shop. Regulus got his black coffee and they chatted about what heâs been writing for his book and when he was going to let Pandora read it. He wasnât ready for anybody to read it yet and he told her as much but what he didnât 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 Regulusâ house and put on a movie to watch until James came home from work.Â
@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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Stargazing
Fic request from @yelenayasss. I know it took forever to write this so thank you for waiting! Hope you enjoy (and Iâll 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.
âChosen?â
Chosen jolted in surprise and turned to see Yellow.
âWhat are you doing up so late?â 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.
âCouldnât sleep. What about you?â
âI uhâŠshould sleep,â Yellow sighed. âBeen working on some Redstone projects.â
âIâm glad you were wearing your goggles,â Chosen said. âAre you alright?â
Yellow chuckled.
âIt wasnât too bad,â she said. âThanks though!â
Yellow glanced around the desktop curiously for a moment.
âWere you going somewhere?â
âThereâs a place I like to visit when I canât sleep,â Chosen said. âYouâve been thereâŠitâs that spot by the ocean outside of Stick City.â
Yellow nodded, raising her eyebrows a bit.
âI could show you if you like,â Chosen said. âUnless youâre going to do band practice with the others soon.â
âNo, not tonightâŠuh, wellâŠitâs technically morning now, isnât it?â Yellow chuckled sheepishly.
Chosen opened the portal and gestured.
âIâll carry you,â he said.
Yellow nodded and Chosen picked her carefully up.
âYouâll still be able to fly carrying me?â
Chosen nodded.
âI can fly with flames from my hands or feet,â he said. âItâll be a little jerky to start, but itâll get smoother after we take off.â
Yellow slipped her arms around Chosenâs neck.
âReady?â
âReady.â
Chosen smiled reassuringly and stepped into the portal.
Yellow kept her eyes closed for the whole flight, only opening them when Chosen touched down.
âWeâre here,â Chosen said, setting Yellow down carefully. âYou feel okay?â
âIâm just a bit dizzy,â Yellow said. âBetter than the first time we all came here though.â
Chosen nodded and gazed out at the moon that was rising.
âSorry,â Yellow mumbled after a bit. âShouldnât have brought that up.â
âItâs hard not to, considering where we are,â Chosen said. âI brought you here, so youâre alright.â
He glanced at the moon again.
âI come here every now and then when I canât sleep.â
Yellow turned and gazed out at the sea, where the moon was making the water glow.
âI can see why,â she remarked. âThe view is lovely.â
âThis is the first place Dark and I found after escaping Alanâs desktop,â Chosen said. âWe 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.â
Yellow laid back in the cool grass and stared up at the stars.
âIâve never stargazed like this,â she said. âSometimes I try stargazing in Minecraft, but itâs hard to sit still for long because of all the Mobs.â
âItâs safe here,â Chosen said. âIâve explored all over and itâs just forest all around the city. I saw animals sometimes, but they didnât ever bother me.â
âThatâs good,â Yellow laughed. âMost of them are probably asleep now, Iâll bet.â
âProbably,â Chosen agreed with a little grin.
âHey, lookâŠthatâs the Milky Way Galaxy up there,â Yellow said, pointing. âYou 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.â
âIâve never seen them from the city,â Chosen said.
âWe could go together sometime,â Yellow said. âOnly if youâre comfortable with it.â
Yellow gasped suddenly.
âA shooting star!â
They watched the stars and were silent for a while.
âI used to see a lot of those,â Chosen said when they didnât see any more. âLately I havenât been coming out here as frequently.â
âWeâve all been busy, havenât we?â Yellow asked.
âMmhm,â Chosen said. âBut itâs better to stargaze with someone.â
âYeah, it is!â Yellow agreed.
âIâm glad I came to the desktop,â Chosen said. âEven though I wasnât very enthusiastic about it back then.â
âIâm glad too!â Yellow chimed. âWe could finally help you a little in return for helping us.â
âIt was more than a little,â Chosen said. âI wouldnât be here if not for all of youâŠand you especially.â
âMe?â Yellow asked, looking puzzled.
âItâs thanks to you that Alan was here to help,â Chosen said. âYou figured out how to use the computer in no time.â
âOh, wellâŠâ Yellow said, laughing a bit and glancing away. âSomeone had to do something. Iâm glad I got it to work!â
Chosen looked back up at the sky, letting out a small sigh.
Yellow glanced over, then slowly took Chosenâs hand.
âI donât want you to be lonely,â she said. âIâd love to come out here anytime you want to.â
Chosen gave Yellowâs hand a little squeeze a moment later.
âIâve learned some constellations recently,â he said. âWant to pick out all the ones we can?â
âIâd love to!â Yellow said. âI want to finally use what Iâve been reading in all the astronomy books at the library.â
âIâve only read books online so far,â Chosen said. âI want to try going there in person sometime. I think itâd be good.â
âIâll show you around!â Yellow said, beaming. âWeâll get you a library card too.â
âLibrary card?â Chosen frowned curiously.
âIf you have one you can check out books and take them home,â Yellow explained. âWeâve all got one. Weâll get you one tomorrow if you want to go then.â
âYeahâŠletâs do that,â Chosen said. âMaybe we should go back and get some sleep if weâre going to have an outing though.â
âMmâŠgood idea!â Yellow said. âWe can do some reading tomorrow and then come back here in the evening.â
âReady?â 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 Alanâs 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 heâs he/him/they/them#Hope that was alright!
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I was conceived without thought
In the last bitter moments of a fruitless marriageÂ
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 wonât 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 balloonsÂ
I am a too vivid photograph
My contrast turned all the way up;Â
I am ear numbing staticÂ
I was born to stepdad number oneÂ
though he was more babysitter than parent
but back then I couldnât 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
Donât 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 didnât exist
I am the pennies
Thrown into a decrepit wishing well
I wonât 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 impossibleÂ
I am a twinge of pain that you canât quite feel
But I am always thereÂ
I was born for shut off water
for unpaid electric bills
for dogs who bit you if you werenât careful
I am a song that you canât remember
Lyrics that fill your parents with fear
âare you okay. this music doesnât sound like youâre okayâ
I am fine. I promiseÂ
I was born for a road trip that wouldnât end
for a backwater catholic school (it could have been worse)
for a different hotel every other night
I am the words that wonât come out
The thought you wonât speak
The stupid idea youâre 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 possibleÂ
I was born to a townhouse
we lied about the address Â
they found out eventually
I am that kid
Who wonât come out of their closet
Iâd 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
Iâd have none
no one told me we werenât coming back
âjust pack your bags; fill them with clothesâ
I am an instrument that doesnât sound right
Doesnât matter how many times you take me to get fixed
I still donât 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 youÂ
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 carÂ
That no one wants to drive
But everyone keeps around because I havenât really broken down yet
When I get close
Someone comes and patches up my fatal wounds with band-aidsÂ
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
Iâd be lying if I said it wasnât a relief
I am obsessive
Easy distracted
Oblivious and headless
I canât see five feet in front of me
But I jump anyway
I was born once more, a couple weeks later in ViennaÂ
to a father who didnât 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 everythingÂ
I start millions of projects
I never finishÂ
Even when I want to
I was born for anxiety
it knots my stomach
makes me nauseous
and everyone thought I was bulimicÂ
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 acknowledgeÂ
I swear I saw it coming; the snide remarks made it apparent
It shouldnât have hurt as much as it did
I am metamorphosis
Caught between one world and another
Tug of war
And no oneâs winning
I was born once more in sixth grade
And everyone thought me sweet
I had no backbone and I didnât know anything
I am blood and bone
A snake in need of shedding
I am too tight for my skin
I canât 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 exhaustionÂ
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 couldnât look away
I didnât really want to
I am a vulture waiting for someone to push me off a cliff
Waiting for someone to make me flyÂ
I am stagnant now
Powerless and reckless
What I do wonât matter
So why not do everything
I was born again for ninth grade
and nothing turned out well this yearÂ
Iâve forgotten the sky
and Iâve 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
âwhere did you come fromâ
But thereâs no good answer
I am alive
And I suppose thatâs all that matters
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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
Iâm still accepting ships for femslash feb!!! Send me your fave fem pairs and Iâll 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.
âOww! Oww oww,â Poppy yelped, backing off. Barb blinked, trying to adjust to being suddenly awake. To make things worse, it was still dark outside.
âWhatâs up?â Barb asked, coming to awareness. âAn emergency? Weâre being attacked. Iâll protect you, babe-â
âNo, Barb. Weâre not being attacked.â
âOh.â Barb settled back into bed. âThought it was something serious. Sorry I hit you. Well, I think Iâll go back to bed.â
She jumped again as Poppy resumed the poking. âAh! Stop that. What is it? Itâs so early.â
âWellâŠâ Poppy bobbed back and forth on her feet. âI thought we could catch the first light of the day if you got up now.â
âPop-squeak, you know I went to bed way late, right?â Barb tried to hold her ground. âAnd I wonât be on my game tomorrow if I donâtâŠâ Oh no. Poppy was blinking those big, beautiful eyes at her. âAnd IâŠâ She sighed. âAlright, fine. Letâs go.â
âYay!â Poppy cheered. âYouâll see. Itâs beautiful. I donât think youâve ever seen the sunrise at Pop Village.â
Truthfully, Barb doubted sheâd 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. âAlright,â she said finally. âLetâs go.â
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 Barbâs 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. âI know you havenât lived here very longâŠâ
âMhm,â Barb replied, encouraging her.
âAnd I know that when we first met, we were kinda sorta enemies.âÂ
Barb chuckled at that. âYeah. Sorry I wanted to destroy your home.â
Poppy squeezed her palm. âBut I was just wondering about your plans. For the future.â
âPlans?â Barb stared out at the sky. âI dunno really. I guess I was thinking I would just stay here.â
âReally?â Poppy had a burst of excitement in her voice. âThatâs so great!â
âWhy do you ask?â Barb looked over at her. âYou donât wanna break up or anything, right?â
âOMG. No.â Poppy shook her head so hard some sparkles came off. âI was just hoping you didnât want to be roaming around. Being a free spirit. Like you were. Or living somewhere thatâs not here. Because I know youâre not the biggest fan of pop.â
Barb lifted her arm and squeezed Poppyâs shoulder. âEh, popâs not as bad as I thought it was. Plus youâre here.âÂ
That elicited a glowing blush from Poppy. The two stood quietly as the sky continued to brighten.
âSo, what do you think of the sunrise?â Poppy piped up after a few moments. âPretty gorgeous, right?â
âYeah. Very cool.â Barb smiled slyly. âBut not as pretty as you.â 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.
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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
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Here is yet another âcringyâ random story I created 3 years agoâŠI 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 gradeâŠhopefully youâll enjoy!
Let me know what you think in the comments? lol
The Other Friend?
Rating: PG-13 forâŠHorror-like themes, sensuality/mentions of s3x and very brief thematic elements.
It was 12 in the morning. I couldnât sleep anymore. Not for what had happened yesterday. A boy I befriended was defending for meâŠfrom this other boy who was making fun of meâŠhe did the worse and did a number on himâŠleaving the boy unconscious. It was like a shield of protectionâŠsealing me off from the bad people. I grabbed my phone beside me and saw somebody had texted meâŠit was Chase. The boy I befriended! How on earth did we get like this? âAre you up?â, 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, âYeahâŠwhat do you want?â, I waited a little bit and saw him typing back. âDo you like me still as a friend or more?â, I became downright confused. Why would he ask this kind of question out of the blue? I didnât know what to sayâŠbut 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 couldnât see his face. âDo you like me or not?â, His voice was stern sounding. âI canât answer thatâŠâ, 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. âYouâre too pretty to dieâŠâ, His softened voice was now starting to freak me out. I swallowed and replied saying, âWell, if I were to like youâŠwould you not kill me?â, He was hesitant. âNo, of course I wouldnâtâŠbut are you afraid to die, Lola? (Me)â, 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, âNo butâŠcan I think about it? About us?â, He quickly got out of view of the camera. âYou got 24 hoursâŠâ, 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. Elizebethâs face scrunches up in slight disgust. âWhy canât he leave you alone?â, She asked. I could only shrug. âWell, we need to do something about him thenâŠhe thinks heâs in a âlove at first sightâ tale!â, 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. âHi Lola!â, He greeted. âOh, hey Chase! Didnât see you there!â, I jokingly told him, with Chase letting out a creepy-like chuckle. âMeet me outside during lunch, alright?â, 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 wouldnât be so mad at me and leave me aloneâŠbut maybe I shouldnât and die anyways. Great! Iâm 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 breezewayâand there he wasâleaning 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, âHave you thought about my question?â, 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. âI need to think some more if thatâs okay with youâŠâ, I gently took my hand away. Chase gave an impatient sigh and walked off without another word. That little voice nags at me againâŠshould 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. âAre you okay, Lola?â, She asks me, her voice full of concern. I could only nod. âYeahâŠIâm fineâŠâ, Molly pulled away and gave me one of her stern looks you canât look away from. As lunch was coming to an end, the time to answer Chaseâs 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, âI like you ChaseâŠI like youâŠâ, I felt Chaseâs hands softly rub over my back. âI like you too LolaâŠâ, I let out a nervous chuckle and kissed him quickly on the cheek as I released him. âSee yah!â, 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. âHey honââŠhow was your day?â, She asked me. I dropped my stuff off near the door replying, âIt was greatâŠI guessâŠâ, 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. âHey dad!â, I waved to him to let him know I was here. But he only waved back without even looking at me. Iâm 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, âWanna sneak out of your house tonight?â, I felt a cold shiver run all over my body. Heâs really trying to get me in trouble! I replied saying , âHow? Why?â, I waited a few seconds to see him typing back. âYou can sneak out your windowâŠplus I want to see you!â, I texted back saying. âOkayâŠwhere do you want us to meet?â, 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 Chaseâs answer. âI want us to meet at my placeâŠmy mom will be fast asleep, so itâll just be me and you being up all nightâŠâ, After he sent that message, he sent me directions to his house. I study those directions, noticing that heâs literally down the street from me! I sighed replying, âOkayâŠsee you then!â, Chase sent in return a kissing emoji. I didnât even bother sending an emoji back to him!
At dinner, I was forking through my mashed potatoes when my mom had realized my mood. âSweetie, whatâs going on? You look irritatedâŠâ, I glanced at both my mom and dad before looking back at my plate. I fell in love with a scary personâthatâs whatâs going on! I wanted to tell them that, but I kept that to myself. I only told them, âItâs just school being a painâŠâ, 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 pmâŠhe 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 itâs 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 Iâm still in bed. After that, I slowly opened my window and climbed out. I was now walking down the sidewalk to Chaseâs houseâŠand I canât believe Iâm doing this! YetâIâm 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, âYou know Iâm gonna get in trouble for this, right?â, Chase released me as he shrugged. âSo? I got your back if anything backfiresâŠâ, 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 Chaseâs 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. âNice roomâŠâ, I complimented. âThanksâŠcome here, I wanna tell you somethingâŠâ, 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 deskâŠthe knife he showed me on camera! I quickly got out of the hug and jumped up crying, âPlease donât kill meâŠplease!â, Tears were already stinging my eyes again. Chase got up, flying his hands out saying, âNo Lola, you did what you were toldâŠIâm not gonna kill youâŠâ, He went over to his desk to hide away his knife. He then came up to me and kissed my cheek. âI love you LolaâŠâ, 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. âChaseâŠshouldnât we get going?â, I asked, still hugging on him. I felt Chase shake his head. âNoâŠI wanna spend more time with youâŠâ,
He pulls away from the hug as he leans in to kiss me on the lips this time. His lips were differentâŠthey were slightly cold and chappedâŠand almost tasted like blood for some reason. As we stopped, I took notice of his eyes turning almost demonic looking again. âWhy do your eyes do that?â, I had to ask him. He quickly glanced to the floor, looking embarrassed now, his eyes returning to normal. âI donât mean to make fun of or anythingâŠâ, 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, âThat usually happens whenâŠIâm in love with somebodyâŠâ, I looked to him. For real? All for that? âThatâs cool!â, I told him surprisingly. âIt is?â âYeah, having power like that must be really coolâŠâ, Chase smiles as he goes over to his walk-in closet to change. âYou should get some sleep LolaâŠsleep here with me!â, I heard him as I looked to his bedâŠwhich looked kinda small! âUmâŠyour bed is too smallâŠâ, I told him. He comes out of his closet shirtless with sweatpants on. He comes up to me saying, âIt doesn't have to beâŠâ, I was still looking at his bed when he quickly gave me a syringe injection on my neck. âThis is just to relax youâŠnot to kill youâŠâ, 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 mustâve passed out fully when I woke to see the sun rays peeking through Chaseâs windowâŠit was morning! ShootâŠmy 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 pantsâŠa condom wrapper fell out of it. WaitâŠthat canât 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, âDid we justâŠlast night?â, I saw Chase was nodding his head. My heart feels like dropping out. âThatâs why I gave you that injectionâŠso you wonât get scaredâŠâ, 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. âItâs okay LolaâŠnobody knows but usâŠnobody should knowâŠokay?â, 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 Chaseâs mom. She did NOT look happy. She noticed me rather quickly and gave me an angry glare. âWho the hell is this? Get her out Chase! NOW!â âOkay momâŠokay!â, Chase grabs a hold of my hand and leads me downstairs to the front door. âIâll see you later, alright?â, Chase was hugging me. I hugged him back asking, âWill you be at school?â, Chase shook his head quickly adding, âRemember, donât tell anybody!â, I only replied, âOkayâŠâ, as he pushed me out the door and closed it. I didnât want to confront my parentsâŠbut on second thought they must be really worried. As I came upon my house, I see my dad sitting on the porchâŠhe mustâve been waiting for me all night last night. As I walked up the steps, dad came bulldozing over towards me for a hug. âHONEY! SHEâS BACK!!!â, Dad had shouted. Mom came rushing out the door to see him, coming over for a hug as well. âSweetie! Oh my GodâŠwhere have you been? Why would you sneak out the house like that?â, I didnât really have an answer for them, so I only continued to hug them.
My parents grounded me for a few weeksâŠI kept going to and fro from school with Chase not being there. But there was the day I saw him! It was at lunch. Iâm 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! âChase? Are you okay?â, I asked him, still seeing Chase continue looking to the floor in an angry manner. I couldnât help but to go up to him, wrapping my arms around his neck to embrace him. He didnât hug back but I could tell he still needed one. After a moment though, I felt his hands go across my waist. âIâm really sorry LolaâŠIâm just angry at what my mom said to me last nightâŠâ, His first apology to me! I slowly pulled away asking, âWhatâŠdid she say?â, Before Chase could tell me, Elizebeth and Molly came over needing my help.
âGuys, can it wait? Iâm talking with Chase right now!â, Elizebeth grabbed my hand saying, âNo it canât! Come onâŠâ, 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 wasnât 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. âOkayâŠwhere were we?â, I noticed Chase had tears in his eyes nowâŠhe was crying. âChaseâŠwhatâs wrong? You can tell meâŠâ, 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 himâŠnot one person! I got up and grabbed his hand. âLetâs go get some airâŠâ, 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. âThanks LolaâŠI think I needed thatâŠâ, I smile back at him as he hugged on me. I instantly returned it, knowing Chase is more than âthe other friendâ nowâŠheâs my boyfriend and Iâm 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. âI hope you all are not lying!â, I was staring them down. âNo LolaâŠwe arenâtâŠwe really want to get to know him betterâŠâ, Elizebeth had reassured me. I only nod to them as Chase came up beside me and kissed me on the cheek. âBye LolaâŠtext me when you can!â, We both hugged each other, Elizebeth and Molly too for the last time, as summer break was starting. âOkayâŠIâll do my bestâŠâ, 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!
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If you made it to the end, I thank you! This is just a random story I made that came to mind for some reasonâŠif you liked this, then great! But donât expect a part 2âŠI tried making one, I was just a paragraph in when I lost interestâŠdeleted itâŠ.writerâs block sure is a piece of shit! lol
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Sharksty self care shiz, oooooooo, my favorite thing to write đđđ~
Sharksty peeps, come get y'alls fix --------- (Sometimes The Trio derps will camp outside somewhere to save cash cuz hotels be goddamn expensive. Either way, had this thought, they're like taking turns keeping an eye out for shit that could attack em for context lol.)
Kristy:(waking up, she leaves her tent and sees Sharky's up near the fire. He's busy sketching some stuff, his sword at his side in case of demon shenanigansâŠKristy goes over and sits down)Heyyyy, watch going good so far i take it?
Sharky:(drawing, tired, doesn't really look up)Ehhh, pretty quite so yeah. Nature sounds are pretty and peaceful. Haven't heard anything offâŠ
Kristy:(caring)Well, speaking of peaceful, maybe i could take over shiftsâŠI can't really sleep well and uhhhhh, you honestly look like you could use some shuteye hehâŠ
Sharky:(shrugs, finally looking up, chill)I mean, i can stay up still. It's cool, i don't need that much sleep.
Kristy:(trying to nudge him into self care)Cmon dude, i can see that tired lookâŠYour eyes are carrying so many bags i'm surprised it's not hurting your back.
Sharky:(self conscious for a moment)âŠIs it really that many? (Stares at Kristy who just stares back, sighs)Ok, ok, ok, i got the memo, fine. I guess i can try and snooze a bitâŠ(starting to pack up his art stuff)I'll do it because i care about you and i wanna make you happyâŠ
Kristy:(trying to navigate Sharky in a better direction)You should do it for yourself dudeâŠ
Sharky:(shrugging his bag on his shoulder, grabbing his scabbard and sword)See, the problem is iâŠDon't reallyâŠâŠâŠ.Care much about myselfâŠBut i do care about you soâŠ
Kristy:(stops him, getting up as he makes his way towards his tent, grabs his hands, looking him in the eyes)You should care about yourself. You deserve to care about yourself.
Sharky:(a bit confused, tired, a bit of of self hate in his voice)âŠâŠWhy? LikeâŠGenuinely why? What even is there to like about me?
Kristy:(hugs him tightly, Sharky just looking down at her)You have no idea how long that list is butâŠâŠ.AlotâŠSo so muchâŠBut you deserve to care about yourself because you're a person tooâŠI love you and i justâŠI want you to love yourself tooâŠ
Sharky:(we see his eyes glimmer a bit with tears but he wipes them quickly with his hand, moving a hand down and patting Kristy's head, Moving down some and hugging her, tired after a moment, smiles softly)âŠâŠOk, iâŠi'll try to do betterâŠIâŠI'll try and remember thatâŠ
Kristy:(moves out of the hug and kisses his forehead, caring)Please doâŠYou deserve itâŠAnd yknow what else you deserve? A nice cozy rest.
Sharky:(standing up fully again, tired, smiles some)âŠYeah, that does kinda sound good hehâŠGuess i'll go do thatâŠYou sure you got this shift?
Kristy:(amused)If i don't and something happens, i'm sure you 2 derps will hear itâŠAnd i'm not gonna stay up all night, i'm gonna get Max up in a bit for his shift since he's been sleeping like all day, it's only fair⊠Sharky:(moving into his tent, caring)AlrightâŠJustâŠGet me then if you need meâŠNight Kris, love you.
Kristy:(sitting back down, caring)Love you too tuskuda⊠----------------------
These 2 own my fucking heart, i swear to fuck...Literally, i adore them so much, so soft and adorbs and ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH This is something that happens alot and just...I adore it, Sharky being like that with himself and then Kristy coming in and being like "Oh hellllll no, we're self caring today, you ain't gonna keep going without food and sleep while i'm here!!!" And Sharky just like...yeah...
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