#though withered bonnie's voice is very good it's just hard to tell how good of a voice for regular bonnie it'd be. from all the distortion

[kurain-genealogy]

so sad that the only bonnie voice i Really like is from the unused help wanted freddy fazbear's pizza theme song

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Blue Eyes Part 20

Summary: After the Garrison is shot up, the youngest Shelby daughter finds a new home in London. She strips herself of her last name and tries to live a peaceful life far away from her brothers’ chaos in Birmingham. But fate leads her right back into it after she runs into Alfie Solomons.

Part 20: Alfie and Ella can finally leave Birmingham but that doesn’t mean their problems are over. 

      It was as if losing her unborn children was the final straw. Ella had put up with so much heartache in her life but fate had taken it too far. The doctors said she wasn’t healing very quickly because she was refusing to help herself.

           “She’s given up.” The doctor shrugged. “This is often the case with mothers who have miscarried.”

           Alfie sat by her bedside as long as she would allow him to. When she was lucid, she was angry. She cried and begged to be put out of her misery. The pain was too much to bear, that’s what she sobbed. Alfie didn’t know whether she meant the physical pain or the emotional hurt. He never asked.

           When she was doped up, she slept or lazily stared up at the ceiling. Sometimes she’d mumble about the horses. Lilac and the foals. Other times she would forget what happened. She would idly chat with the ceiling about how her children would be named after the ocean. That was the first thing they would see. The beautiful ocean. They’d be beautiful. Ocean colored eyes. Beautiful.

           Soon, the nurses began to give Ella heavier doses of morphine to keep her subdued. Her outbursts while coherent were too much to handle when Tommy, Polly, or Alfie wasn’t there. When Alfie found out, he nearly tore the entire hospital apart. Tommy had to hold him back from strangling the nearest doctor on call.

           So Tommy tried to enlist Alfie to help with the end of Luca Changretta. Hopefully, he could direct the man’s anger long enough to end the war and get Alfie and Ella out of Small Heath.

           Because according to Alfie there were two things driving his wife to insanity. Small Heath and the morphine. And he was adamant that the second Luca had a bullet through his head, they’d be gone.

           Tommy didn’t doubt him. So, he used Alfie’s resources while he could and soon enough they came upon the night of the boxing match.

~~~~~~~~~~

           Alfie visited the hospital before the fight began. Tommy’s own plan was in motion and if things went to plan, Luca would be dead before the week was up.

           He walked into the hospital room and took his usual seat by the small bed. Ella was asleep, curled up on her side and facing him. It was always a shot in the dark when he visited her. There was no telling what sort of state of mind she’d be in.

           “Love?” He gently touched her arm to wake her up.

           She stirred, which was a good sign that she hadn’t been taking as much morphine. Usually, when she was doped up, it was hard to wake her once she was asleep.        

           “El, I hafta go soon, I wanted to see you before tomorrow morning.”

           Her husband’s voice woke Ella and she opened her eyes. “Where are you going?” Through all the emotional turmoil and the painkillers, her memory was spotty and slow.

           “The boxing match, Bonnie’s fighting Goliath tonight.” He smiled weakly. “’Fraid we’re gonna have to wipe that poor boy up off the floor once me nephew’s done with him.”

           A dazed smile formed on Ella’s lips. It wasn’t her usual smile; Alfie hadn’t seen that in quite a while. In fact, he couldn’t remember exactly when it was. All she could muster was a blank gaze and a detached smile. “No, he’s a gypsy boy.” She replied quietly. “Gypsy boys never stay down.”

           “What about you?” Alfie adjusted her sheets, pulling them further over her.

           “Me?” She hummed and closed her eyes again. “I’m so lost, Alfie. But that’s okay, some people just get lost. My mother did, long time ago. Much before I could remember. They said she fell into the canal but I know better. She comes in at night.”

           Her husband tried not to let her notice his alarm. She spoke often about the children she lost but that was to be expected. The loss greatly affected her, how could it not? But he’d yet to hear her speak of her mother. “What d’you mean? Like you dream ‘bout her?”

           “Comes in right before I fall asleep.” Her eyes remained closed as she recounted the visions she had while high on morphine. “She tells me to come visit her. To follow her. Says she’ll show me how to see my little ones.”

           Whether Ella knew or not, Alfie immediately picked up on the context. In her altered state, her mind was goading her to end her own life. His stomach tied into knots and he hesitated to leave her alone. But he knew that if he didn’t show at the match, the plan wouldn’t go through.

           “El, please listen to me.” Alfie touched her cheek.

           Her eyes opened but the light behind them had died out. When she looked at him, there was hardly anything there.

           “I know you don’t think there’s much left here for you. But know that I still need you here. If you won’t fight for yourself then consider doing it for me. Because there ain’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. But I need you here with me.”

           Tears welled up in her eyes and Alfie was afraid he’d pushed a nerve. “Why would you ever want me?” Her voice cracked and she shoved the thin cotton sheet away from her. Sitting up with a grunt of pain, she pulled up the hospital gown. “Why would you want this?”

           Alfie had only seen the dressings over her wound. He hadn’t actually seen it after her surgery. Though considerably healed, it was an angry, gruesome reminder of what they’d lost. There was still bruising around the stitches where the skin was pulled taut.

           “I’m broken, Alfie, there’s nothing left of me. Those bastards took it all!” The volume of her voice began to rise. Panic and fear filled her chest.

           There was no reasoning with her once she got into that state of heightened anger and fear. “Alright, alright.” Alfie leaned away to give her space. “M’sorry.” It took all of his power not to fight her. To tell her that even if she’d lost all her limbs, if her face was marred beyond recognition, if she’d gone deaf or blind, he’d still love her. No matter what he would love her.

           In a huff, Ella fixed her gown and tugged the sheets back over herself. She sucked in a breath of pain as she lowered back down against the pillows.

           “What can I get you, love?” Alfie asked quietly.

           “Something for the pain.” She replied and took a deep breath.

           His jaw tightened. “When was your last dose?” He asked.

           “How should I know, Alfie, I’ve been sleeping all day.” She retorted with an agitated frown. “I don’t want to be in pain.”

           He couldn’t fight her. So, he stood up and leaned over to kiss her forehead. “I love you.”

           “I love you too.” She replied. But the words sounded like they were spoken merely out of habit.

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           “Did you see her earlier?” Tommy came into the locker room and sat down on the bench across from Alfie.

           The man was sitting stiffly, resting his hands on the cane in front of him. He nodded briefly. “Yeah.”

           “And?” His brother-in-law struck up a light for his cigarette.

           “And she’s fucking hooked on whatever they’re giving her.” He responded harshly. “I knew this would happen; I told your aunt.”

           “They’ll start weaning her off once she’s ready to be discharged,” Tommy assured him. “It takes time.”

           “No, I’m taking her to Margate once this is finished.” Alfie disagreed.

           “That’s too dangerous. The withdrawals could make her more ill.”

           “Then what do you fucking suggest, Tommy, aye? She’s withering away in that fucking hospital and I can’t stand seeing her like that anymore!” The man’s shouts reverberated across the room.

           Tommy coolly took a drag of his cigarette. “Bring her to Arrow House. I’ll hire a nurse or two to watch after her. She can be weaned off the morphine there. Maybe she’ll have an easier time outside of the hospital.”

           Alfie gritted his teeth but considered the offer. “Alright.” He muttered. “Alright, yeah, that’ll be fine.”

           “I know it isn’t easy, seeing her like that. But she doesn’t love you any less.”

           He stood up with a heavy sigh. “Yeah, mate, sure.” When he saw her shining blue eyes again, only then would Alfie believe it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

           Arthur Shelby was supposed to be dead. Alfie knew much better and decided not to tell Ella of the plan. The last thing they needed was to have her go into another fit when she heard about what Tommy had cooking for the rest of the family. Instead, Alfie stayed with her in the hospital mere hours before she was due to be released to Arrow House.

           Alfie helped her dress, taking careful mind of her injuries. “Easy, there you go.”

           “Will the dogs be coming with us?” Luckily for Alfie, Ella was a bit subdued. She was lucid, but not in too much pain.

           “Yeah, they’re at the flat. We’ll pick them up on our way out. Everything’s all packed.” Alfie was thrilled to be finally leaving Small Heath. They’d leave it all behind, all the hurt and drama that Birmingham seemed to bring them. As much as he wanted it to be a quick change, he was wise enough to know that wouldn’t be the case. Tommy had warned him to be prepared for a long recovery.

           “I miss them,” Ella said quietly.

           “Yeah, love, they miss you too.” He smiled and helped her into a soft cardigan. “Warm enough?” He asked.

           She nodded and sat back down on the hospital cot. “When are we leaving?”

           “Soon as your brother calls me.” Her husband pulled up a chair to sit across from her. Taking her hands in his, he gently kissed her knuckles. “Things are gonna get better, El, I promise.”

           A look of doubt crossed her face but she didn’t argue with him. Instead, she pressed her cheek against his hands and let out a slow exhale.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           Anthea and Cyril were ecstatic to have the large space to romp about. They gleefully galloped up and down the pasture fences, barking at the horses and taking in the scent of the crisp country air.

           Alfie wanted to be just as happy as they are but things were not going to plan. Once at Arrow House, Ella retreated into herself. The first few days, it appeared things were looking up. She began to walk around on her own and was finally eating enough to get some weight on her.

           But once she heard plans of slowly diminishing her morphine dose, she raged. She screamed and fought the nurses, her husband, her brother, anyone who tried to calm her down.

           “I’m in fucking pain, Alfie! It’s the only thing that makes me feel better!”

           Alfie had to hold her back as she tried to push past him. He wanted to note that she seemed okay enough to fight like a rabid dog but knew that would only piss her off further. There wasn’t much left to be in pain over. Her stitches had been taken out a week after arriving at Arrow House, the wound healing quite well. The only pain she had was the addiction to the painkillers.

           It all came to a head one night a few weeks into their visit to Warwickshire. Alfie hadn’t been sleeping much at all. If anything, he slept better in Small Heath. The countryside was too quiet for his tastes. Camden Town always had the London sound and Margate at least had the ocean to lull him to sleep. Arrow House was near-silent aside from the faint sound of crickets.

           That night, he awoke to find Ella was gone. She’d been sleeping much better than he had. Either from the small dose of morphine, she was given, the amount shrinking despite her insistence. Or she made herself exhausted after getting worked up about her pain.

           Worried, Alfie got up and started to search through the enormous estate to find her. He didn’t find her on the second floor so he went downstairs. Almost immediately, he found her trying to jimmy the lock of her brother’s office. The nurses had been keeping the morphine in the big room because Tommy held the only key. When they wanted to give her a dose, they had to consult with him. That way there would be no double doses or attempts to keep Ella calm by giving her a little extra.

           Unfortunately, Ella was aware of the location from arguments with her brother. He’d shouted a few times that the morphine was locked up and he wasn’t going to let her anywhere near it.

           And now it appeared she was taking matters into her own hand. Most likely she would’ve gotten in if Alfie hadn’t woken up. Her brothers had been helpful in teaching her how to break her way through even the heaviest of locked doors.

           “Ella.”

           Alfie’s voice made her jump. She dropped the pin in her hand and turned around. “What?”

           “What on Earth are you fucking doing?” He descended the rest of the stairs.

           She bit her tongue and angry tears stung her eyes. “You don’t understand.”

           “Love, I’m trying to understand!” He rubbed his tired eyes. “Really, I am. I understand that you feel like you need it. I know you’re in pain, but it’s only gonna get fucking worse if you don’t kick it now!”

           “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” She replied sharply and bent down to pick up the pin again.

           Alfie went to stand between her and the door. “Under no circumstances am I letting you get away with what you’re doing.” He crossed his arms over his chest firmly. “So, I suggest you go back to bed and I’ll get you a cup of tea.”

           “Or how about you go get shot and then try to handle it without painkillers.” She spat. “Because that’s what you’re doing to me.” She tried to push him aside to get to the doorknob.

           He grabbed her wrists. “Ella, your stitches are out, you’re nearly completely healed. There were no infections or anything. I’ve been shot plenty of times, love, so you can’t tell me I don’t know what it’s like.”

           Furiously, she tugged away from him. “Shut up, just shut up! You have no idea what I’m going through!”

           “Ella, enough!” Alfie suddenly shouted. Weeks of hurt had pushed him over the edge. “We lost our children, I know. I lost them too, everyone lost them! Your family lost a niece and nephew. I lost a son and a daughter. You ain’t the only one who lost them.”

           “I was carrying them.” She was more than happy to kick up a fuss again. The anger fueled her like the morphine did. They were the only two states of being she’d known for what felt like ages. It was so easy to be mean and venomous. Much easier than accepting the loss of what were supposed to be her greatest gifts. “Me! I was the pregnant one, not you, not anyone else. None of you know what it was like to lose them!”

           “So that gives you the right to completely abandon the rest of your family? What’re you gonna do the rest of your life, aye? You gonna stay doped up for the rest of your life? Because allow me to let you in on a little secret, love. Soon it ain’t gonna be enough. You’ll want more ‘n more until it kills you. We’re all doing you a favor by taking you off of it now.”

           Ella shook her head furiously and tried clawing off his hands from around her wrists. “You don’t know anything. You don’t know anything!” She shrieked. “Get off me!”

           Tommy came rushing from upstairs once he heard the commotion. “Alright, break it up.” He pried his sister away from Alfie. “Ella, Ella, stop.” He restrained her once she began to attack him. “Enough!” He yelled and hugged her tight so she couldn’t move. “I’ve had quite enough of your behavior. Both of you!” He eyed Alfie.

           “Me?” He threw his hands up. “I’m doing everything I can for that woman!”

           “Fuck off!” She kicked at her brother. “I hate you; I hate both of you!”

           “Shut it!” Tommy barked. “This isn’t working. Ella, you can’t do this anymore. Either you kick it or I’ll send you somewhere else.”

           “Oh yeah? You gonna send me to an asylum, Thomas?” She spat.

           “He ain’t gonna send you to an asylum, El, just stop being so dramatic.” Alfie began to pace. How in the world did they end up there? Shouting in a posh house because his wife was so hooked on something, she was trying to break down a door to get it.

           “Dramatic? Look me in the eyes and say that again.” She challenged.

           “Fucking hell, woman, what do you want from me?” Alfie shouted. He stopped in the middle of the foyer to glare at her. “Don’t you think it fucking kills me every single day that I didn’t take that fucking bullet? That I couldn’t step out in front of it? That I would die if it meant keeping you and those kids alive? I’d give up my fucking life right now for you but I’m the bad guy because I won’t let you fucking kill yourself with them drugs!”

           Ella’s knees wobbled and she sank to the ground, slipping out of her brother’s arms. Collapsing into a pile on the floor she sobbed.

           Tommy and Alfie shared a concerned look, but the Shelby man stepped back allowing for him to intervene.

           Alfie sighed and scooped up his wife. “C’mere.” He soothed. She cried out and tried to fight against him but was too weak to do anything else. “Stop, stop…just sit with me.” He sat down on the steps with her curled up in his lap. “Just do that. Just sit. Don’t need to do anything else.”

           Exhausted too, Tommy slumped to the floor, rubbing a hand over his weary face.

           The three of them sat there for a good while. The grandfather clock in the foyer keeping time of their silence. Ella hiccupped and sobbed but didn’t move to fight her husband. Her body was twitching with the early signs of withdrawals.

           “Listen to me, can you listen for a moment?” Alfie smoothed her hair back and wiped her cheeks. “Let’s say you and I go to Margate, aye? Like we planned. Maybe the ocean air’ll do you some good.” He thought that her morphine dose had been decreased enough that she’d be able to go cold turkey without getting too sick.

           “You don’t want me anymore.” She whimpered. “I’m so messed up.”

           “Ah, love, don’t say that.” He murmured. “You could scream at me all day and it wouldn’t change a thing. I know you’re in pain. Trust me, I know. But I ain’t giving up on ya.”

           She sniffled. “Okay.”

           There was a triumphant feeling in the air. Tommy nodded at Alfie appreciatively. Perhaps this was the breakthrough they all needed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

           At least the ocean was pretty. It gave Ella’s personal hell a better setting. The first few hours after arriving at Margate was uncomfortable. She tried to take the dogs for long walks on the beach but often got tired and weak. Alfie did his best to keep her mind off of the drugs but she got more and more agitated as time went on. All Alfie could do was to try and not engage with her. Try not to take anything personally because he knew she was pushing his buttons to get a rise out of him. Maybe then, he would give in and let her have what she was craving so badly.

           Her symptoms got worse a few days on. She hardly slept as she was in a perpetual state of cold sweat. She constantly applied and stripped off layers of clothing throughout the night and day. Chills racked her body so badly that her teeth were chattering and grinding. The nausea was almost unbearable as she spent most of the day dry heaving in the bathroom. She couldn’t even think of food let alone try to eat. She was nearly skin and bones after her stay at the hospital and those few days didn’t do anything to help.

           Towards the end of the hellish week, she appeared to be getting better. She could stomach some light meals and began taking walks again with Alfie. The light in her eyes had started to return and she was significantly more stable regarding her emotions. But she had been left in a slump. Without the usual high she got from the morphine; she was forced to face reality. She’d lost her twins and there was nothing she could do to get them back. It left her in a depressive state.

           Going on the second week, Alfie turned on the radio in the sunroom. Ella was there curled up in his armchair, staring out over the horizon where the sun had begun to set. Her blue eyes landed on him as he knelt down to fiddle with the dials. After a moment, he found a clear station playing a soft song.

           He walked over to her and held out a hand.

           Ella frowned. “Alfie…”

           “Just one song.” He begged softly.

           Damn if he wasn’t so endearing. She sighed and took his hand, sweeping the knit blanket off her shoulders. He drew her close, letting her cheek rest on his chest. They swayed gently to the music, just enjoying each other’s company for the first time in what felt like years.

           Ella nearly forgot the way he made her heart pound mercilessly in her chest. The warmth he gave her. All at once, she felt so guilty and horrible for the way she acted.

           Alfie heard her crying softly against him. “What is it, love? Talk to me.” He coaxed.

           “I’ve been awful to you. To everyone.” She whimpered.

           “Nah, that weren’t you. That were the drugs talking.” He replied. “I ain’t mad with you. I was hurt but only ‘cause I couldn’t help you.” He kissed her hair and rubbed her back comfortingly. “But that’s in the past now. I just need you to come back to me.”

           That brought on fresh tears that bled into his shirt. Of course, Ella knew she wasn’t the same woman that had married Alfie. She missed the way they were happy together. But she felt she’d lost too much to ever be the same.”

           “Just come back to me, love, please. Can’t bear it anymore.” He pled. “Just come back.”

           Cheeks stained with tears; Ella lifted her head to kiss him for the first time in weeks. He cradled her face tenderly, drawing her back. She clung to him, refusing to part again.

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Much to popular disbelief, Ash is actually pretty keen on catching romantic and platonic social ques. He just doesn’t act on the romantic ones. And how could he with what kind of platonic and romantic love has surrounded him since he was so young.

Ash watched his father promise him, a fake promise Ash refuses to believe that was actually fake for an embarrassing amount of time, that he would be back on Ash’s Fifth birthday. He doesn’t show up and after the next two weeks his mom opens a packet with giant letters of “Divorce Papers” written ages the top. He watched his mom try not to cry and sob and Ash was shooed out of the kitchen by her and forced to go to his room. It didn’t really matter, his father was never really close with Ash anyways.

Ash never met Gary’s parents, but they weren’t good ones from what Daisy would accidentally slip out when they were much younger. He watched as Daisy was distant with Professor Oak and how the Professor wouldn’t really give Gary the time of day unless Gary accidentally did something bad.

He had to watch his budding brother hood with Gary rot and withered away because Professor Oak had always preferred and loved Ash more. Ash wanted to reach out and tell him, to tell Gary that he never wanted the Professors attention if it ment he didn’t have Gary by his side. But he couldn’t and he had to watch his ex-beat friend grow even more bitter and lash out harder at everyone around him. Forcing his ego to inflate to hide the pain. Ash cried when Gary came up to him after the Johto conference, he couldn’t help himself as he blubbered because he misses Gary so much. He just didn’t know how to put his platonic love into words that wouldn’t have Gary throwing them back into Ash’s face with scorn and amplified hatred.

Ash listens and watch as Misty complains over and over again how horrible her sisters are and how they all left her to take over the gym by herself. A bunch of eighteen year olds dumping a gun on a man inexperienced sisters year old. Let alone left her to survive on herself as well with no way to pay off any kind of taxes or to pay for necessities like food and bath room supplies. Even her parents refuse to help and Ash couldn’t stomach the thought of ever hating his mother like Misty and Brock do to theirs.

Ash did the same for Brock when the rare scathing comment about his parents would slip out. Unnoticed by Misty since her own parents. Chronic dream chasers that left Brock, also a sixteen year old, to care for his nine younger siblings alone while also running a gym to boot. Ash stays quite about his own parental troubles, he’s long gone over his father and tries to focus on the more uplifting parts in his life. He also watches Brock fall for every, much older, pretty lady. Nurse Joy, Officer Jenny, any citizen, Etc. He chews his lips and keeps quite. Wondering if this is love for men and how Ash as the briefest second though about his transitioning, it’s over before it could really manifest in his brain. Ash also doesn’t know what happened between Professor Ivy and Brock, but it was bad and both of them still can’t be in the same room together. Let alone face and talk to each other.

Ritchie was a bit different. He was kicked out for being trans. Ash couldn’t help but feel his own binder become extremely more tight. He’s thankful for his mothers hard work and the Oaks slipping him extra money on his birthday to start transitioning early. Ritchies parents are mean and down right cruel from what the same age boy as Ash says. Ritchies so much like Ash, to much like Ash, and he can’t help but wonder if their half brothers from the same bastards. Ash wouldn’t shove the theory out of his head and it hides in the back of his mind even to this day.

Ash watches May and Max’s parents interact. He wonders if this was what Moms relationship was before Aah was born. Then he sees the clear miscommunication between the two about the Butterfries and Ash feels sorrow for Max and May because it looks to rehearsed that it just had to happen more than once.

He watches Steven Stone and Wallace, the only real semi healthy relationship Ash had ever been exposed to if Aah was honest to himself. Though their relationship is still strained between both’s different works of fields.

He sees Barry and his father, how the man just brushes the blonde boy off to the side. Ash doesn’t know whether to feel sorry or pity for the boy.

Paul and Reggie are worse. He sees Paul’s hatred and anger and he looks over and sees Reggies desperate attempts of at least trying to build a bridge to his brother. Ash wishes someone would do that for him that seriously wounded Ash without Ash being the problem, but it always ends up with Ash having to apologize, he can’t help but feel a leats a bit jealous of Reggie and Paul but he doesn’t voice his thoughts and leaves when the shouting gets to be just a tad to much.

Ash watches as Trip slowly spirals down. He tries to help, tries to be friendly. But Ash is pushed to the side and snarled down like he’s the problem that keeps following Trip like a black raining over cloud.

He meets Alder and his Grandson Benga. He’s never heard a peep about a mother or a Grandma form both men. He watches as Alder flirts with Cynthia even though the women keeps pushing the Unovian man advances off over and over again.

Ash listens to Cilans brothers berate the youngest triplet and for them to even do it over private phone calls for over two weeks before As stepped in and told them to fuck off. Cilan’s shoulders had sunk to the ground in relief and Ash had to comfort the green haired teen as he started to cry that someone finally stepped in and pushed back against the twos verbal abuse and taunting. Ash almost throws up. He should have stepped in sooner.

He sees Iris’s relationship with Drayden and he wants to reach out and comfort the girl who obviously try’s her best to at least get a prais out of the quite and hard man. Ash has rarely prayed for something to harm someone. Ash sits by the edge of his bed when Cilan and Iris are asleep and he prays for the first time in a very, very long time. 

Ash watches as Clemont acts like a brother and a mother towards Bonnie. The girl oh so clueless to what stress Clemont is in every time her life is on the line.

He sees Alain, Lysander, and Professor Sycamore play hot truama between the three. How Lysander sounded to slick and evil like the last uncountable group of bad guys Ash faces off in his life. Ash sees Alains and Professor Sycamores past relationship that is rotting and turning to Ash before the Professors eyes. It reminds him to much like Gary and Professor Oak that Ash turns around from trying to say hello to Alain to going to the nearest bathroom to hurl his early dinner the league provided. Ash pushes Alain away from Mairin, and Pushes the girl over to Bonnie and Serena who are more than welcome into dragging the girl into a group hug, and over into the Professors arms. He refuses to let their relationship suffer any longer.

He sees Champion Dianthas obvious despair and the tears that are on the top of her eyes that threaten to fall for hours on end during the war. He sees her actual cry into Wulfrics shoulder for five minuets before straightening up and slipping back into her old calm and composed features.

Ash sees how Lillies mother is distant and how she disregards almost everything Lillie says to her, or try’s to down play Lillies feelings at every corner. It’s vile and sickening how Lillie doesn’t see how toxic it is, how Toxic her relationship is between her mother and workers-damn even her own brother! Ash wants to snarl and spit of Hladion the first time they meet but he holds himself back and acts polite and amazed because Lillie is happy that her brother is back. Ash tears into him once Lusamine comes back from the Ultra Wormhole when Gladion was trying to leave again. Leave Lillie to care for her mother alone and abandoned his family once again. Because that’s what Gladion had done. No matter what light the blonde tries to put it, Gladion had abandoned his sister when she needed him the most. Left it up to her friends to shoulder the brunt with just; “oh this is Lillie, she can’t touch Pokémon.” Without knowing why and how that came to be.

Ash sees Hau and how he hates being around his dad. Only ever acknowledged the mans existence if someone brought him up or when he’s explaining how he’s now living back on the islands indefinitely until further notice. Ash had never seen the man in his life and he bluntly states that Ash would have no qualms with fist fighting Hau’s dad if Hau ever wanted to. He gets Hau to laugh bright and loud. They never touch the topic of mothers but he sees Hau tense for when it nears Mother’s Day and how he hides his sneer at anything Morher Days related.

Ash sees the easy going relationship between Professor Kukui and Lrofessor Burnet and for once in his life, it feels like Ash can truly breath. He finally gets to experience someone’s love and warmth unconditionally without any toxic backlash. He gets to experience what it feels like to have a dad, not just a father, in his life and what a functional family is supposed to be.

Ash sees the toxic relationship between Rose, Oleana, and Leon. Sees how the chairman strains Leon and works him down to the bone. How Hop loves his brother unconditionally but Ash can see the hurt and backlash hidden deep in Hops golden eyes. Ash sees how Rose barely gives Bede the time of day but the white haired child defends all of Rose’s actions with the last of his breath. Ash hears Oleana story and Ash wants to scream how toxic the chairmen is but he knows no one would listen to anything from an outsider. So Ash holds his tongue and watches the rot spread and infect the entire league one trainer by one.

Ash try’s to love unconditionally, just how his heart is supposed to love everything and everyone around him, but he’s scared. Scared that everything he’s seen between everyone would happen to him as well. He wants something like Professor Burnet and Professor Kukui has, but his heart freezes and his throat ties itself into one of those hard Boy Scout knots.

Ash loves, oh does Ash love, but he loves from afar. To afraid to step closer and try something new.

[harryandmolly]

tequila sunrise

A/N: part 3/3! clearly the Senorita video fucked me right up

summary: Shawn and Catalina deal with the aftermath of their night together

warnings: Language, NSFW in a big way holy cow (unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it), my perfect dream switch!Shawn

WC: 6k, truly what on earth

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Catalina’s favorite nights at Plucky’s are the quiet ones. They don’t come around often, but when they do, they’re something special.

Quiet is relative, of course. Plucky’s is usually a madhouse, so when there isn’t a constant line at the bar, and when you can sort of tell the music they’re playing over the din, that’s quiet enough to count in Catalina’s book.

Tonight, though, it’s really, really quiet. They don’t even have the speakers on full blast -- they don’t need to. The thunderstorm has kept most of the newcomers away, and some of the regulars.

Not all of them.

Shawn and company sit sentry at the tables by the door, as always. They’re the first to know if trouble’s on its way in or out. That’s the way Bonnie likes it. Catalina knows she can’t complain, even if she’d rather not see his stupid pretty face again.

He’s stopped staring at her. It took him a lot of effort and another few weeks of recovery time after their last romp, but he’s managing it. It’s not easy, especially on such a quiet night. He can hear her laughing with the girls at the bar, chanting “chug! Chug!” and pouring shots into their mouths.

She doesn’t look like she’s missed him one bit. All he’s done for 26 days is miss her. Yes, he misses her so much he’s counting the days.

He’s hunched over a beer, nursing it slowly. He’ll switch to bourbon soon if he can wrangle one of his buddies into going to grab it for him. He’s too chicken shit to see what she’d do if he walked anywhere near her bar.

He’d rather sit in the corner and imagine it -- he pictures her launching a shot glass at his head or shooting him with the fountain sprayer. Sometimes, when he’s really, truly fucked, he imagines that she’d drag him into a stellar kiss again. He misses kissing her most of all.

A chorus of raucous laughter from the table behind them knocks him from his self-pitying reverie. Connor next to him rolls his eyes. The jokers at the next table arrived about half an hour after they did and they’ve been hitting the drinks hard ever since. It’s not a cardinal offense at Plucky’s, of all places, but it’s a quiet night and these douchelords are being obnoxious.

“... no, not the redhead. Idiot. The dark-haired one with the rack.”

Shawn perks up again and frowns, listening. Connor and the rest of his guys heard it, too. They’ve fallen quiet, listening in.

“... Couple weeks ago. Tightest cunt I’ve ever had. Was fucking begging for me.”

Shawn tenses. He glances over at the man speaking and catches the eye of the moron that grabbed at Catalina’s dress that night. Shawn gives him a withering glance, one that clearly reads ‘knock it off.’ But the problem is, the loser has an audience. He brought his buddies along and they all want to hear about his (totally fictional) conquest of Catalina.

Shawn looks around. His friends are already looking poised to square up. Shawn backs them off, quietly insisting they ignore it. Bonnie begs them to ignore rowdy assholes unless they’re being violent or especially disruptive. These guys may be gross, but they’re not causing problems yet.

But he can’t just turn his ears off. In fact, they grow pinker and pinker as the guy rambles on, getting into details so dirty and vivid Shawn half believes it was real. He chances a glance up at Catalina, watches her flash a proud grin at a girl in a 21st birthday crown as she squeals through a shot of Fireball.

How can he even think to talk about her like that? It’s unfathomable. Talking about anyone in the manner this guy is going on in is disgusting. Shawn shifts uncomfortably, shaking his head.

“And then I threw her up against the bar and--”

“Can you shut the fuck up?” Shawn barks, springing out of his seat. His nostrils flare. His jaw closes in a tight line. His friends look him over, assessing his mood, and stand. This isn’t going to just end quietly.

The loser stands too, followed by his other loser friends. He’s smirking like a jerk. Shawn wants to wipe his face across Catalina’s bar.

“Look, it’s pretty boy,” the idiot mocks, making his buddies laugh, “Are you her little bitch boy? She got you on a leash?”

Shawn rolls his eyes. “I’m doing you a favor, asshole. If she hears you talking about her like that, she’s gonna have you on a fucking leash.”

Shawn’s friends chuckle in agreement and look over at Catalina, who has taken note of the confrontation, keeping an eye on them as she continues pouring drinks to distract her customers. She knows very well if the morons think they have more of an audience, they’ll be harder to shut up.

Shawn turns, ready to sit back down. His shoulders are tense. They have been for weeks, yet again. His body is like a coil, scrunched tighter every day.

It was only a matter of time before the snap.

“Anyway, it was good pussy. For a nasty fuckin’ bartender.”

Snap.

Shawn’s chair clatters when he stands so fast he knocks it over. Before his friends can temper him, he launches himself at the mouthy guy, decking him hard across the jaw. The only reason it didn’t knock him out clean was because one of his friends got an arm around Shawn’s to slow his swing. The damage is done, though -- blood pours from the guy’s mouth. His friends descend, several of them locking themselves around Shawn’s arms so the mouthy guy can get some hits in before Shawn’s friends can drag him off. He gets in a couple good punches, one that splits Shawn’s eyebrow, the rest investing in damage that will result in another black eye to match the one that finally fully faded a week ago.

Connor and Geoff wrestle the guy out the door while a couple other regulars come to aid the cause of kicking out the rest of the drunk losers.

“Fuckin’ idiot couldn’t even hit me unless his friends held my arms down!” Shawn growls after them as they skulk off.

He slumps into a chair, wincing as blood starts trickling into his eye from the slice in his brow. He reaches up to poke at it, but a set of soft fingers wrap around his, pushing them away.

“Don’t touch it,” Catalina murmurs from above him, her voice chilly, her eyes on the first aid bag she’s swinging onto the table. She nods at Brian to move out of her way.

She perches on the seat gingerly, holding some clean napkins up to the wound, dabbing carefully. He hisses, cringing away. She cups his other cheek to hold him steady. His protest stops immediately. The corner of her mouth lifts.

“The fuck is wrong with you? I never see you swing first.”

Shawn swallows and keeps his eyes down as she continues dabbing, swapping out the napkins for gauze with alcohol. Shawn winces again.

“Fuckin’ gross idiots, that’s all,” Shawn mutters.

Catalina nods thoughtfully. “Think one of them was the guy that grabbed at me a few weeks ago, yeah?”

He lifts his eyes to meet hers briefly. “Yeah.”

She smiles a little wider, patting antibiotic cream into the clean wound that she’s decided doesn’t need stitches.

“Don’t have to defend my honor, you know. It’s long gone.”

“Oh, I know,” Shawn murmurs, a chuckle in his voice, “Just doing my feminist duty to not let guys say shit like that about women.”

He looks up at her again. She forgot how big and brown and sweet his eyes can be. This time he keeps his eyes on her as she carefully applies the butterfly bandage, pressing as gently as she can with her fingers.

“Well, aren’t you just Prince Charming,” she murmurs, looking from his lips back up to those puppy brown eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. His eyes fall to his lap.

Catalina takes a deep breath and nods at Brian, who nudges their other friends into making themselves scarce. Shawn and Catalina are alone at the table with the first aid kit.

“For what?” she asks, keeping her voice steady.

“For… making you cry last time.”

Not the answer she was expecting.

She squints at him. “You’re not sorry for leaving before I woke up the first night?”

Shawn looks startled. “I… thought you’d want me to.”

“Why?”

“Because… it was a one night thing,” he stammers, starting to get flustered. His chest heaves under his white tank and patterned suspenders.

She lifts an eyebrow. “Clearly it wasn’t or it wouldn’t have happened again.”

“Yeah… but… I--I mean…”

Catalina looks unimpressed. She stands and turns to walk back to the bar. Words bubble up in Shawn’s throat against his will.

“I didn’t want to stick around long enough for you to kick me out when we woke up,” he blurts, immediately looking mortified.

Catalina turns back. Her disinterest has shifted to concerned confusion.

“Why would I do that?”

Shawn closes his eyes, feeling his ruddy cheeks go pinker. “I don’t know. I just didn’t want to give you the chance. I’ve been kicked out before. It’s not fucking fun.”

Catalina’s lips part. Her eyes unfocus. She’s having a mini epiphany.

From the beginning, she used Shawn like a toy. Their cat and mouse game was only supposed to be fun. She just didn’t want to make it easy for him. The excitement was in the challenge for them both, or so she thought. While she was quietly wondering if his interest would fade after they fucked the first time, he was worrying about the same thing.

He left first to save himself. He left first to see if she’d chase him.

“You wanted me to make the move,” she breathes, sinking back into the seat beside him.

Shawn doesn’t look up. The bar is closing, the last patrons have shuffled out. Bonnie is wiping down counters. Shawn’s friends give him a wave and watch curiously from outside as they climb onto their bikes and drive away.

Shawn lifts his eyes experimentally. She’s still looking off into the distance, putting pieces together in her pretty head. Finally, she looks back at him.

“When was the last time you felt really wanted?”

Shawn goes cold to his bones. He feels translucent -- he swears she can see every scrambled thought in his harried brain, can see the blood pumping double time in his veins. No hiding from her now.

“Uhm… I....” He trails off. He’s not sure that question needed a real answer, anyway.

Her fingers pluck some curls off his forehead, away from his cut. He looks up at her, into warmth and tenderness he’s seen snippets of in the months they’ve known each other. He’s never seen her look like this. She’s never looked so beautiful.

“Lina, I--”

She leans in and kisses him softly. It feels like a kiss from their first night together, like when she sat in his lap and rocked their hips and came, holding his arm around her stomach. He kisses back, tilting his head as she guides him, resting a hand on the outside of her thigh on her leather pants. She murmurs softly into his mouth. The vibration has him squeezing her leg and nibbling sweetly at her lower lip.

Catalina purrs, lifting herself into his lap without disconnecting their needy mouths. As Bonnie keeps her eyes mostly down, mopping up behind the counter, Shawn and Catalina explore in a way they haven’t yet. When Shawn releases a particularly sweet and overwhelmed groan at Catalina’s gentle hair tugging, Bonnie stifles a chuckle and decides the rest of the job can be done before opening tomorrow. She opts to leave out the back, locking up behind her.

Shawn sucks at Catalina’s tongue, sneaking his fingers up under her tank top like he’s never touched her before. It feels naughty. It feels good. It feels even better than before because he knows she wants him.

She wants him.

It feels real, like it’s not just for tonight, or not even just for sex. She might actually want--

“Shawn,” she coos, pulling apart enough from his lips to speak, “Want you to take me back to your place.”

Her fingers slip beneath his suspenders, teasing the skin under the thin shirt beneath. She plucks, letting the elastic snap back. His breathing comes up short.

“Want to show you just how much I want you, baby.”

Shawn huffs a soft breath, nodding eagerly. She plants another kiss on him and stands, tangling their fingers. They stay tangled while Catalina pushes in chairs, turns off lights and fishes her keys from her bag, laughing as Shawn holds his phone flashlight out for her. They lock up.

His bike is waiting for them. He climbs on first, handing her a helmet with a wink. She settles in behind him, this time much more comfortable snuggling up to his broad back in his soft leather jacket. The bike growls to life, stoking the fire in her lower abdomen. Her thighs clench around the machine as Shawn takes off down the street.

She knows why he ended up here all the time with his friends. He lives five minutes away. She raises her eyebrows at the quaint townhouse, not expecting his home to look quite so… domestic. He parks the bike right outside between a Honda and a Volvo and holds his hand out to her to help her off, sliding off his own helmet.

When she’s on her feet, she steps into his body that’s bleeding heat. She cups his cheek and runs her thumb gently along his bruising skin.

“We should get ice on this,” she murmurs. He turns his face, eyes fluttering as he plants a kiss on the inside of her palm.

“Later. Please, baby. It’s been so long. Need you.”

His thoughts are short and simple. She draws both hands up to secure around his neck, easing him down for another head swimmingly full, tender kiss. While her tongue swipes along his lower lip, she slides her hands down, taking hold of the suspenders in both hands, dragging him toward the door.

He stumbles along with her, sifting through his keys, grunting into her mouth as he struggles to find the one for his front door. She peels away from him with a giggle, allowing him to focus. He seizes the right key and thrusts the door open, letting her in first. He trails behind, turning on lights.

The house is small and simple, masculine and a little cold. She sets her purse and jacket down on the counter of his very clean kitchen. She plants her hands on the cool marble countertop and closes her eyes, feeling him edge up behind her with his hands on her hips.

Shawn goes silent. Every thought in his brain is muted, replaced with feeling her. He noses at her hair and slips his fingers up her sides curiously, allowing himself little tastes of her, though he craves more.

“Baby,” Catalina murmurs, her voice warm and steady and feeling like a shot of adrenaline through his body, “Need you to do something for me.”

“Anything,” he pants immediately, almost before she finishes speaking. She smiles, chewing on her lower lip.

She turns in his arms, held between him and the counter. She takes hold of his suspenders again, watching the flush creep up his pretty neck.

“Need you to be good for me tonight. Let me take care of you.”

Shawn’s knees tremble. He leans harder into the counter and releases a choked breath. He nods, keeps nodding until she takes his head in her hands and gives him another perfect kiss.

Her hungry hands glide over her own body, pulling her tank up her pale stomach, separating their mouths only long enough to shed it behind her. Shawn starts to try to help with the buttons on her leather trousers but she plucks his fingers off with a smile against his mouth.

“Not gonna let me touch you, baby?” he whispers, his voice a little closer to a whine than he’d like. She hears it, reveling in it while she wriggles out of her pants herself, kicking them off after her boots and socks.

She replaces Shawn’s hands on her hips, wrapping her arms around him as she leads him toward the stairs.

“Haven’t touched me in weeks,” she points out between kisses, “And you seemed to be doing just fine.”

He groans into her mouth at her teasing. He knows what she wants. He’s not used to having to give it, but he’ll do it. He’ll give it for her.

“I wasn’t,” he pants, leaning into the vulnerability. 

His lips trail off down her jaw, letting her tug him upstairs to his bedroom, “I was fucking-- god, Lina, I’m miserable without you. I need you.”

Catalina wants to bathe in this feeling. She knows how good their first two times were. She relives them more often than she probably should. But this is honest and open and she can feel the way he means his words by the way his heart sprints in his firm chest. This time is going to be even better.

“You know you’re the only one that calls me that?” she whispers when they reach his spartan bedroom. She pushes the suspenders off his shoulders until they fall limp at his sides. She guides him to sit at the end of the bed, standing between his spread knees. His fingers twitch at his sides, wanting to touch.

“What, Lina?” he pants.

“Yeah. Everyone else calls me Cat.”

Shawn looks bewildered, like maybe he never noticed. “I can call you Cat if you want.”

“No,” she says, tilting his head back to rest in her hands, watching his eyes flutter, “I like that it’s just for us.”

Shawn squirms, his wet pink lips parting with the effort of his breath. He wants to touch her. He wants it so bad. The only thing he wants more is for her to give him whatever she wants. He fists his hands into the duvet on either side of him as she lowers herself into his lap.

“Did you think about me the last few weeks?” she hisses, rocking herself into place so she grinds against his hardening cock in his black jeans. He gives it back, using his hands against the mattress to match the rhythm of her perfect hips.

“Of course I did,” he chokes, “Always think about you, Leens.”

“When you’re touching yourself? When you’re alone and it’s dark and quiet and you need a release?”

Shawn’s eyes shut. “Baby, it was always you. Always.”

Catalina is flooded with it. She should get that word tattooed on her somewhere. Maybe somewhere sexy so only he knows it’s there. She gently eases him onto his back, lifting off his hips to pluck at the button of his pants. She notices the suspenders still lying around his hips. Her eyes flash.

“Shawn,” she coos, sliding up his body so their faces are level, “Baby, have you ever been tied up before?”

His glassy eyes clear up in an instant. He squirms again, swallowing hard.

“Fuck, not in… a long time.”

Catalina smirks. “Bet you’re usually the one doing the tying up.”

Shawn chuckles. It’s cocky and sexy and it makes Catalina wetter in her panties.

“Usually,” he replies.

Catalina ducks her head to whisper in his ear, “If you’re really good for me this time, we can try that next time.”

Shawn groans again, but it cuts into a squeak when Catalina drags at his earlobe with her sharp teeth.

She sits back and eyes him, her gaze raking over his long, lean body, still fully clothed, his dick straining beautifully in his jeans. She cups him, giving him a teasing squeeze that makes him flinch and huff a breath.

“Take your clothes off for me,” she commands, firm but affectionate, “Nice and slow.”

Shawn presses himself up on his hands and stands in front of her, reaching for the collar of his tank at the back of his neck. He lifts it slowly, revealing inch after inch of perfect, soft skin, warm brown chest hair and a trail leading into his pants. He tosses the shirt away, licking his lips.

“Mmm, you know exactly how hot you are, don’t you?” Catalina sighs. Shawn lifts an eyebrow.

“I don’t know about that,” he begins, tugging at the button of his jeans, dropping his zipper, “But I know exactly how hot you are for me.”

Catalina laughs, delighted. She leans back on her forearms, propping her feet up on the bed. She spreads her thighs just enough for him to notice she’s doing it, and it’s not just to get more comfortable as she watches him.

Shawn’s eyes fix on the wet spot on her panties. His exhale whistles through his nose. He tucks his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and pushes, slowly again per her request, watching her eyes get heavy lidded and her fingers grip the sheets like his were only moments before.

He drops his jeans around his ankles, kicking them off.

“These too?” he pants, pointing at his navy Calvins. She nods, breathing hard, which makes his dick twitch.

“Those too.”

Again, Shawn pulls at them slowly, his eyes locked on her when his leaking cock springs free to slap up against his lower abdomen. She licks her lips obscenely. A moan gets throttled in his tight throat.

Catalina sits up and beckons to him, spreading her legs so he can stand between her knees. She gathers him in by his hips, eyes roaming his body like she’s never seen it before. She likes what she sees. He can tell by the way she’s going pink all over. It makes him preen, flexing just a little under her touch.

“You’re perfect, every inch of you,” she whispers, her voice muffled against his skin as her lips brush his chest. Her sneaky fingers curve around his hips and sink into the cheeks of his ass, urging him even closer.

Shawn gasps, pushing his hands into his hair, “God, fuck, Lina. Fuck.”

She’s not shy about leaving marks. She bites and licks and sucks like he’s hers to do with what she wants. And, goddamnit, he is. He so is. It’s all he can do to keep his hands to himself. Pulling at his curls helps a little. But when he watches her perfect little tongue swirl around his nipple and suck it between her lips, his hands drop to her hair, hugging her close as he whines.

She releases his reddening, swollen skin from her rosy lips and smirks up at him, squeezing the palms still planted on his ass.

“Ok, baby, time for me to play.”

She slaps her flat palm against his ass lightly to watch his stomach tighten. He grunts, but the corner of his mouth lifts. “Where do you want me?”

“Everywhere,” she purrs dangerously, “But let’s start with right here.”

She enjoys watching the shiver roll down his spine as she pats the bed. He gracefully lowers himself, head on the pillows, blinking down at her. Catalina frees the suspenders from his jeans and crawls up the bed, sitting over his chest as she lifts his willing arms over his head and binds them together, then to the headboard.

She sits back, looking over her work. His bulky arms are pinned up around his ears. His chest is heaving more quickly now as the reality of it hits him. His eyes are glazed. His cheeks are pink and patchy. He looks fucking delicious.

“Gonna sit on my face, honey? Let me taste that perfect pussy again?” he pants.

She hums. “Maybe if you’re lucky.”

“You mean maybe if you’re lucky.”

Her eyes skip from his hard nipples to the clear challenge on his face. She gasps a laugh.

“Oh yeah?”

“I know you remember,” he nearly growls, his voice low and scraping. She can feel it in her clit even though he’s not touching it.

“Bet you’ve been thinking about the way I pressed you up against your bar and made you come on my face. About how I hitched your leg up to keep you spread for me while you dripped on my tongue.”

He’s looking down at her through his lashes, his swollen lips wet and parted. It’s a dare. He’s playing with her just like she’s playing with him. For a second, Catalina feels like the one with the restraints around her wrists. And then she remembers she’s not.

He is.

“You’re a fucking tease, Mendes,” she chuckles, climbing off his stomach to sit beside him.

“Not teasing if I’m lying here totally willing,” he counters, “C’mon, honey. It would be so easy. Just take off those pretty panties and come sit on my face.”

Catalina’s jaw clenches. She looks up at his face. His grin falters.

“Turn over.”

Shawn’s face goes blank. He blinks at her. “What?”

Catalina remains firm, her face serene. “Turn over onto your stomach.”

Shawn opens his mouth as if to ask a question, but he thinks better of it. He fights to roll over with his hands bound, but the suspenders are long enough to allow him to twist until he’s flipped ass up.

“Tell me, baby,” she rasps, straddling his thighs, running her nose along the little curls at the back of his neck, “What would you do for me if I did sit on your face?”

Shawn’s massive shoulder blades come together as he inhales sharply. Catalina busies herself, waiting for his answer, by marking up his back the same way she did his chest. She starts on his shoulders, sweet wet lips tending to him after her teeth nip sharply.

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses, imagining what he’s going to look like when she’s done with him. Probably like he got mauled. How appropriate.

“I’d… fuck, I’d start nice and slow, honey. Miss you on my face so much. I’d take you in, tasting your sweet lips, feeling how warm and wet you are for me.”

Catalina groans encouragingly, sinking her teeth into an already inflamed mark at the top of his spine that makes him wince and grind into the bed.

“I’d let you rock against my face as I kiss you, letting you know I know how fucking lucky I am to have you, baby. Suck on your soft lips, massaging them with my tongue.”

“God, Shawn,” Catalina whines, sliding a flat palm down her stomach as she breathes wet and heavy against his left shoulder blade where a series of little bite marks are starting to purple. She presses her needy fingers against her pussy, soaked through her satin panties. The relief is good, but not enough.

“I know you like it when I flick your clit hard and fast to get you so fucking wet for me. But I’d do that nice and slow too, soft strokes from your entrance to your perfect little button of nerves. Hot and wet and slow until you’re begging for me, pulling my hair to get me to give you what you need.”

Catalina is panting hard, stroking her clit through her panties, hips rolling as she sucks hard at the center of his spine.

“I’d stiffen my tongue, moaning when I feel you dripping on my lips and cheeks. God, you’re so wet. You taste so good, so sweet. I’d want more. I’d slip my hot tongue between your lips and press into your entrance, thrusting in and out of you to feel you go even tighter for me. Can you feel it, baby? Can you feel me fucking you with my tongue?”

He’s onto her. Catalina doesn’t care. She nods eagerly for him to continue, whimpering into his abused skin, her hand moving faster against her wetness.

“You’re so wet we can both hear it. My hot breath is on your clit, my cheeks are wet from your thighs. You’re so close. Your clit is throbbing. You need me there again, don’t you, baby? Need me to play with your pretty clit to get you to come.”

Catalina moans again, the sound choked and soft. She shifts down, rolling her hips hard to meet the heel of her hand. She brushes the tip of her nose over the swell of his ass. With a deep breath, she bites down on his left cheek, grinning at his sharp gasp.

“Fuck! Fuck, Lina!” he cries, rolling his hips, fucking down against the mattress. She doesn’t let up, just follows her teeth with hungry lips and the occasional soothing of her tongue.

“More, Shawn,” she grunts before returning to her task. He shudders, nodding, eyes shut with his cheek on his pillow.

“Wanna hear you come for me. Wanna feel it all over me when you let go. I flatten my tongue against you, I know you need something to grind against to come hard. C’mon, baby. Give it to me. Fucking come on my face.”

Catalina’s shoulders pull, her back arching as she feels the hook. It drags her under, has her moaning and chanting his name into the firm flesh of his ass. Her hips buck wildly for several seconds. Shawn lives for each and every one, praising her as she drives through it, soothing her when she comes down.

When she does come down, lifting her head from his backside to see him smiling down at her, looking totally content even though she knows he’s beyond hard still, she hums, pressing a chaste kiss over the violet mark she left on his perfect ass.

“That’s gonna be a good one,” she giggles, tracing it with her fingertip. He shudders again, his eyelids fluttering.

Catalina peels herself away. She stands on shaky knees, shedding her soaked panties and her lace bra, dropping them on his floor while he watches.

“There’s no one on earth as beautiful as you,” he whispers, gazing at her almost hopelessly. She perches beside him, rubbing his back.

“I think you could give me a run for my money,” she replies, the corner of her mouth lifting. Shawn smiles, closing his eyes again.

“Can you turn back over for me, sweetheart?”

Shawn grunts as he flips himself back over. He has pillow marks on his cheek and his cock is harder, pinker, prettier than she’s ever seen one. She climbs over his thighs again, reaching between her legs to gather some wetness on her fingers. Shawn watches with bated breath until her fingers lift to his lips in offering. He accepts them with a grateful moan, sucking them into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue. Catalina smiles, using her other hand to stroke his cock, deciding he’s certainly earned some relief.

He’s the picture of sinful indulgence, lifting his hips to meet her strokes while he sucks needily on her fingers like they’re giving him life. He doesn’t want to let them go when she starts to pull them away. He nips at them teasingly, smirking at the reproachful look she gives him.

Catalina scoots her knees up, lifting to position the head of his throbbing cock at her entrance. Shawn watches, his chest quaking with his ragged breaths, waiting for it, for the perfect feeling he knows he could never get anywhere else. He’d wait forever for her.

“Please,” he urges, his head lolling back, “Lina.”

Catalina inhales, smiles shakily, and sinks down, taking him to the hilt.

Shawn hasn’t gotten so close to blowing his load too early since he was a fucking teenager. How is it better every time with her? How does she keep feeling better? He thought it was perfect the first time. Now, as he looks up at her, knowing she wants him, knowing she likes him, knowing he’s falling in love with her, he knows what perfect is.

She eases in, rolling her hips smoothly with a flick upward that has him shifting in and out of her as she rests in his lap.

“That’s… oh god, shit, Lina…”

She nods in agreement, breathless, thoughtless, with no goal other than to make him feel good. By the look on his face, she’s succeeding.

She shifts her weight into her hands on either side of his head, rocking down harder and a little faster. The noise is obscene. With every stroke up, she gasps a breath, reveling in the warm burn of the stretch. No one’s ever been so perfectly deep in her. No one’s ever felt so good. She knows it’s not just the sex -- it hasn’t been from the beginning. It’s him.

Shawn slides his feet up the bed to give him purchase to meet her hips. Their wet skin slaps and it’s the only thing louder than their synchronized breath. They’re staring at each other, memorizing, desperate to hold onto the feeling of such tantalizing closeness.

Catalina shifts, the angle of her hips meeting his allowing him to stroke her g-spot with every perfect roll. She snaps her eyes shut and gasps, slowing their rhythm, wringing out this feeling for all it’s worth.

“You getting lost down there?”

His voice is sharp and bright, poking through Catalina’s hazy cloud. She opens her eyes to see him grinning at her, a line of perfect white teeth sparkling, his eyes teasingly taunting.

“Wh--”

Before she can release any coherent thought, Shawn wriggles his hand, slipping from the bind of the suspender and freeing the other. Catalina’s mouth drops open. She wrinkles her brow and opens her mouth to protest, but Shawn wraps his arms around her and rolls them so she’s on her back, still gaping.

“You’re cute when you’re surprised,” Shawn hums, shifting onto his knees to pulse his cock even deeper.

“Shawn!” she croaks, spreading her legs wider to accommodate him as he takes over.

He’s not as controlled or subtle as Catalina was. He pounds in and out hard, restless, reckless as he chases after her orgasm. He’s single-minded, lifting her legs around his hips, using his grip on her for even more leverage. He’s holding her off the bed, watching her fall apart.

“Can’t hold on,” she squeaks, shaking her pretty head.

Shawn nods eagerly. “I know, princess. Time to let go. Fucking come, baby. Show me.”

Catalina’s eyes roll back. Her pussy pulses, fluttering around him, a warning before she falls. The squeeze of her around him, the way she screams as she bites down on his jaw, he swears it’s the most satisfied he’s ever felt. He fucks her through it, managing to hold himself off until she’s limp in his arms, blinking up at him lazily.

“Do something for me?” she whispers, but it’s a plea, not the start of a command.

Shawn nods, panting in her face.

“Kiss me when you come.”

Shawn’s face scrunches. His whole body aches with pleasure that makes his blood simmer. He reaches for her hand, linking their fingers. He looks at them, watches them intertwine when his rhythm fails. He looks back at her and sees her watching him. It’s all he needs to give in.

He drops his lips to hers, lets her drink in his rasping moans as he comes hard, his entire body spasming. She fists her free hand into his hair, steadying him against her, reminding him she’s close, as if he could forget. She takes him so well, rocking her hips to ease him from his peak, pressing kisses all over his face to let him breathe. He doesn’t want to breathe, he just wants her. He searches out her lips again, collapsing against her willing body, sighing into her mouth.

When at last he can stand the idea of releasing her lips, he shifts back, disconnecting their protesting bodies, cupping her face in his hand, the other still laced with hers.

They don’t speak again before they fall asleep. When he wakes up, she’s still there, twisting one of his curls around her finger, taking stock of the marks she left on him the night before. Neither of them even thinks about getting out of bed for hours.

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Ultimate Custom Night: Voice’s

(I’ve decided to make a post of all the lines from the game [not including phone guy’s] and give my analysis/opinion on them)

This is the video I used as a ref

Foxy: “Yar I came for ye booty. That be treasure you know.” “Yar. You never stood a chance.” “I can’t run like I used to. But I can pull my self apart just fine.” (Could refer to how he’d run at you in the first game) “Arr. So much more spacious in here. I may stay a while.” “Yar har har. Never underestimate the cunning of a pirate. Or a fox for that matter.” He sounds exactly how I thought he would.

Nightmare Fredbear:  “Let’s see how many time’s you can be pulled apart.” (pulling things/being pulled apart seems to be a reoccurring theme) “I assure you I am very real” “This time there is more than an illusion to fear.” (Both lines could be about how in FNAF 4 none of the animatronics are real) “We know who are friends are. But you are not one of them.” “Let me put you back together. And  then take you apart all over again.” I like how his voice is gruff and distorted (actually I like how all the fnaf 4 animatronics have distorted voices). It also sounds layered to me. Or there could be a second voice underneath.

Happy Frog: “Everyone underestimates me. But then they turn their back and I’m like boo! And their like wagh!” “Move over Freddy Fazbear! Happy Frog is the new star of the show.” “We’ve only just begun. I will never let you leave. I will never let you rest.” (Said in a whispered tone. Sounds more sinister than her usual voice) “I bet you weren’t expecting me were ya? Turn your back for one second and I’m like wozoo! Ninja skills.” “You and I don’t get to talk as often as I’d like.” Very cute voice acting. I like how they throw in one creepy line. That should throw a few people off.

Jack-O-Chika: (voice is distorted) “I am a burning reminder of your misdeeds.”) “Greetings from the fire and the one you should not have killed.” (Player character killed someone. Who? My theory at the moment is they’re the purple guy (or maybe one of them) and they’re in hell. But we’ll see if that sticks) “Did things get really hot in here? Or is it just me?” “Come and burn with me. The fire burns eternal. And now you shall as well!” (Further supports my hell theory) A lot of their lines contain hints towards the lore. But due to the distortion they can be hard to hear. Typical of fnaf lore (in plain sight but hard to decipher). My fave voice from the fnaf4 animatronics.

Lefty: (whispers everything) “Shhh...Come spend eternity inside. With me.” (Inside where?) “Shhh...I’ve been looking for you. And now I’ll never let you go.” “Shhh...I’m so glad that I found you. Let me make room for you.” “Shhh...It will all be over soon.” “Shhh...There is room for one more.” (One more in the suit?) His voice is actually one of the creepiest to me. Especially as it sounds like a little boy.

Mangle: “I wanted to wait till just the right moment to drop in.” “It’s so much more fun hanging out in here with you.” “He’s here. And always watching. The one you shouldn’t have killed.” (”The one you shouldn’t have killed” is mentioned a lot) “Don’t be afraid. Soon you will look just like me. Beautiful.” “Now I get to play take apart and put back together. You won’t feel a thing.” The fact they have a male and female voice actor makes me really happy.

Marionette: “The others are under my protection.” “Seeing you powerless is like music to me.” “The others are like animals. But I am very aware.” (Did the other children/victims loose their humanity? Why not this one?) “I don’t hate you. But you need to stay out of my way.” “I recognise you. But I’m not afraid of you. Not anymore.” (Further evidence player character was/is a killer) The childish voice makes an already creepy character creepier. Are they the one “You should not have killed?” (Though their voice sounds like a little girl and Mangled clearly say “He’s here”.)

Ballora: “I could hear you breathing.” “Admit it. You wanted to let me in.” “These are strange circumstances. That have brought us together.” “Don’t be shy. Why do you hide inside these walls?” Her lines are very flirty. Which seems strange.

Toy Chica: “Where’s my beak? Lodged in your forehead of course.” “*Giggles* You won’t get tired of dying will you? You won’t get tired of my voice? Will you?” (further evidence towards the hell theory) “Let’s go somewhere more private. So I can eat you.” Interesting but very fitting voice acting.  Nightmare Bonnie: “You will not be spared. You will not be saved.” “The shadows (indistinct) me. And (indistinct) you back to horror(?) “Your/You’re wickedness made of flesh.” “I’m here to claim what is left of you.” Creepy voice but I can barely understand anything he says

The Music Man: “Hear that. It’s the sweet sweet sound of your eternal silence.” “Hey keep it down would ya?” “When I’m here you play by My rules.” “A song was requested of me. And now I sing it.” “You and I will be making music together for a long long time.” A weird voice for a weird looking character.

Nedbear: “Stranger danger! *laughs* I was just waiting for you to drop your guard.” “Woops. That’s gonna leave a mark.” “This is how it feels. You get to experience it over and over and over again. Forever. I will never let you leave.” (A little girls voice can be heard just out of sync) “Don’t you hate getting killed by obscure secondary characters?” The hillbilly accent is fun. The little girls voice implies even these characters have dark secrets.

Nightmare Freddy (voice is distorted): “No light can save you now.” “I have always been hiding in your shadow.” “What a gift to relish a victim that can’t perish.” (Hell theory) “I am given flesh to be your tormentor.” “I am remade. But not by you. By the one you should not have killed.” Very creepy. Probably one of the easiest Nightmare to understand but still creepy.

Nightmare BB: “There just isn’t room in here for both of us.” “You knew I’d get you eventually.” “Come closer. Help me count my teeth.” “Flash that light all night/all you like. It can’t save you now.” “You’re not so big. Just a bite size morsel.”

Nightmarionette: (voice is distorted) “The nightmare is just beginning.” “Let’s taste (?) death again, and again and again.” “I am the fear of your reflection and the one you have created.” (The one you have created could be the Marionette) “This is a nightmare you won’t wake from.” (Hell theory?) “This time death can not save you.” (Hell theory) Voice is very hard to understand but very creepy.

Nightmare Mangle: Voice is covered by a lot of static and radio interference. I could hear something that sounded like “Come here come here” though it’s not clear.

William Afton:  “I always come back.”  Has a more human sounding voice despite being in a state of disrepair (like the nightmares and withered animatronics) which makes sense. The fact he and Springtrap are different animatronics throws a wrench in a few theories I’ve heard.

Orville Elephant: “I hope you enjoyed the grand finale.” “Now is my time to shine.” “He tried to release you. He tried to release us. But I’m not gonna let that happen. I will hold you here. I will keep you here. No matter how many times they burn us.” (a little girls voice can be heard just after his. Who are they?) “What did you think of my act? I don’t get out much. So you’ll have to forgive my enthusiasm. I love how he sounds like a sweet old man.

Pigpen: “Even monkey’s fall from trees.” “The nail that sticks out gets hammered down.” “The talented hog hides his claws.” “I consider it a dignified death. Not really it was actually quite pathetic.” “If you sit by the river long enough you’ll see the body of your enemy floating by.” The hillbilly voice really suits him, and the banjo makes me laugh.

Rockstar Bonnie: (Electronic voice, sings) “What a fine day to come here and say Your face and flesh I must flay” “What a treat, to come here and meet (?), your face as it hits concrete (?) “I found my guitar. now reach for the stars, As I bludgeon and pull you apart.” “Why so blue? You know I’ll be true. And now I’ll make slippers (?) out of you.” “So good to see you again. My truest friend. But now your life must end.” (Calls the player character his “truest friend”. Does he mean it? Why does he want to kill PC? Did PC kill him (if he’s one of the possessed animatronics)  Interesting how he’s the only one who sings.

Rockstar Chika: “That’ll teach ya for trying to trick this old bird.” “Thought you could fool me with that sign. But I was too smart for ya.” “I may not like wet floors but the smell of fresh meet is just too enticing.” “Looks like you’re the one who slipped up this time.” “That’s right. And don’t you come back now you hear.” Her voice makes me think of a female rockstar from the 70s or 80s.

Scrapbaby: “Time for your controlled shock.” (said two different ways) “Let’s see how many pieces I can cut you into.” “You won’t die. But you’ll wish you could.” (hell theory) Sounds just like Baby’s voice. (personally I’d have made it a little different but it’s fine as it is) Toy Freddie:  “It’s not my fault. I have these fat plastic fingers that can’t press the buttons.” “Mr hugs got me again.” “If I get jumpscared. You get jumpscared.” “That game was totally rigged.” “That’s what you get for leaving me hanging.” Voice could get annoying after a while.

Trash and the gang: (female voice, whispers) “Psst over here. Get closer.” “Excuse me could you come a little closer?” “Hey. Down here. Hello. I wanted to ask you something. Its something really important.” “Psst. I have something to tell you.” “Hey hey. I want to tell you something.” The voice seems to only be there to trick the player into listening more closely before they are jumpscared.

Rockstar Freddie: “Please deposit five coins.” (Said repeatedly during gameplay when active. After jumpscaring the player is said once and grinds to a stop)

Rockstar Foxy “Yar. Ye play with fire and sometime’s ye get burned.” Voice is very similar to Foxy’s but the slight difference is fitting.

Withered Bonnie: (voice has an electronic echo) “Time to face the consequences of your behaviour (?)” “Might as well face the facts. You were always destined to fail.” “You blinked.” “Why (indistinct)? Is it me (indistinct)? Or is it you? Perhaps it is us both.” “I’ve made (indistinct) fate. But (indistinct) taught (?)” Could someone please tell me what he’s saying?

Withered Chika: (Indistinct) through the vent. But now we are together.” “Let me show you how to break your face and look like me.” “I was the first. I have seen everything.” (The first what? Animatronic? Victim?) “Come closer. Let’s smile(?) together.” “I have seen him. The one you shouldn’t have killed.” The juttering voice is creepy though not the creepiest.

Baby: “I guess you forgot about me.” “Want to see the scooping room?” (Player character could be the main character from SL or Baby’s creator. Or both?) “Guess you forgot about me. Looks like something bad happened.”

Robot(?): “Now I will tell you a story.” “But he could not choose.” “He placed the remains together.” “He promised to never leave them.” Sounds like the War of the Worlds CD my mum has. Who’s story is it telling? The player characters? The Marionettes? 

Mr Hippo: NOPE. NO. Not doing it. I’m not typing all his lines. I’d like to do other things today thank you very much. (His line “maybe I met some sort of demise of my own” is interesting though) Sounds like an old man.