#which on it's own is a little....i've had to tell her to dial back because she's always bringing up whatever stupid thing she saw online

[quaranmine]

unintended consequence of introducing my mom to reddit in 2019 is that 5 years later she is 10x more of a redditor than anyone i know now, and also has zero concept of the general reputation of reddit among normal people. everybody stares blankly when this woman in her 60s starts talking about this post she saw on reddit. she brings it up CONSTANTLY. like nearly every conversation. i'm like mom please. these people only know reddit as the incel site, if they know what it is at all

[mugglebornmarvelite]

Flirting with Disaster

Paring: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader (Brother's bestfriend)

Summary: You're about to go on the first real date you’ve had in years, and the nerves are hitting hard. So, you turn to the one person who might help: Peter Parker, your brother’s best friend.

Word Count: Roughly 1.5k 

Warnings: Fluff, anxiety around dating, mentions of insecurities, unrequited/complicated feelings, cringe-worthy moments

Note: I’m planning on making this a three-part or a four-part. Let’s see. Oh, and I've been away from my usual shenanigans, so I am going to post twice this weekend :)

Part 2

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You sat cross-legged on your bed, phone in hand, as if looking at it too long might make it spontaneously combust. The flutter in your stomach definitely wasn’t from hunger. 

No, tonight was the night—a real date. A proper date with an actual guy. 

And the thought of it had you wanting to crawl under your blankets and pretend the world didn’t exist.

Your friends were all in your corner, practically sending you a virtual pep squad of texts: You got this! Go for it, girl! But deep down? You felt more like a deer in headlights. Spiraling towards your impending doom.

You weren’t ready. Mentally? Nope. Emotionally? Not even close. Physically? Definitely not.

Flirting? Kissing? Oh God. It felt like you were about to attempt something far more complicated than rocket science, like you needed a PhD in how to act normally around a guy just to get through the night. And if anything even remotely intimate was on the horizon? Yeah, that sent you straight back to high school, where you could barely look at a guy without tripping over your own feet.

Talking to your brother about this? No way. He’d send you a full PowerPoint presentation on how awkward you were, followed by an Excel spreadsheet of potential embarrassing scenarios. Your mom? She’d tell you how beautiful you were and then proceed to give you every single detail of her first date with your dad, including the color of the sweater she wore and the exact type of pasta they had.

Which left you with one option.

Peter.

Peter freakin’ Parker.

He’d been your brother’s best friend since before you could remember. Still, somewhere along the way, he’d gone from being that cocky, arrogant, too-cool-for-school guy and literal genius whose favorite pass time was annoying you to someone who made your heart do a little flip every time he looked at you. The messy hair. The cocky grin. The snarky vibe that screamed I’m cooler than you, and you were just you. Awkward. Nerdy. And definitely, the girl who’d had an intense crush on him when you were younger, an embarrassing crush at that. But, for the record, you had mostly gotten over.

Mostly.

But now, with the date creeping closer and your nerves flaring up like fireworks in your chest, you were desperate. You needed help.

So you hit dial.

“Hey, little peach.” His voice slid through the phone like melted chocolate, smooth and warm, and the kind that made your chest tighten in a way you didn’t know how to process.

“Hi, Peter,” you muttered, trying to sound casual, trying and failing miserably.

“Long time, no talk. What’s up?” His voice was laced with that familiar mischief, the one that hinted he knew something was off but was enjoying every second of the suspense. “Don’t tell me you burned down your kitchen trying to make some sad excuse for pasta and now you’re too embarrassed to call the fire department? Because, if so, I’ll happily dress up as a fireman and fulfill that fantasy for you.”

You stammered, and he laughed. Loudly.

“You’re hilarious, asshole,” you grumbled.

“I try.” He chuckled. You could practically hear his smirk. “So what’s the emergency? Need bail money? Lemme see, petty theft? Destruction of public property? Actually, scratch that, even you wouldn’t pull something like that, peach.”

Peach. That damn nickname. It hit you like a sucker punch of nostalgia. You remembered summers spent trailing behind him and your brother, trying to act like you were calm and cool while you tripped over your own feet just trying to keep up with them.

You cleared your throat, doing your best to sound like you had it together. “Uh, I need a favor.”

“What kind of favor?” Peter’s tone shifted instantly, a little more serious now. “Everything okay? You’re not in actual trouble, right?”

Panic crept up your spine. Why had you called him? This was so stupid. But here you were, spilling your guts anyway.

“Uh, yes. No. I mean…” You sighed, your voice wavering. “I have a date,” you muttered, hoping he wouldn’t hear the tremble in your voice. “It’s tonight. And I’m freaking out. Like majorly.”

There was a long pause on the other end. Then, that unmistakable chuckle, the one that made you want to punch him. “Wait. Hold on. You? Freaking out about a date? I didn’t know you had it in you little miss awkward. You?” His voice dragged out the last word like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.

You grumbled, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, thanks for the support, asshole,” you muttered. “You’re just gonna mock me, aren’t you? This was a waste of time.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, regretting the entire call. You were better off canceling the date and hiding in your apartment with a Netflix binge and a pint of ice cream.

This was just as humiliating.

“I’m sorry for bothering you,” you mumbled. “Bye-”

“Hey, hey,” Peter interrupted. His tone softened, just a little. “I’m sorry for laughing, okay? But you know I can’t help it.”

You huffed, but something in his voice made you hesitate.

“But seriously, you? Nervous?” His voice was almost affectionate now, though he still sounded like he was having way too much fun with this. “Baby, you’re smart, you’re funny when you try, and last time I checked, you grew up gorgeous. What’s there to be nervous about, hm?”

Your heart did that weird skip thing, and you cursed your traitorous body. Baby.

He didn’t even know what he was doing to you when he said it. He said it like it was nothing—like it didn’t even matter. But it hit you harder than it should’ve. 

"Easy for you to say," you snapped back, but even as you tried to sound annoyed, there was a softness creeping into your voice. “It’s been forever since, you know, I’ve had to, like, flirt or kiss or whatever. I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”

There was a long pause. Then, Peter’s voice came through, low and laced with mischief. “Wait a second. Are you asking me to teach you how to flirt? I’m honored, peach.”

“What? No!” You nearly dropped the phone in your panic. “I…wait! No! That’s not what I meant!”

“Oh, but now I have to,” Peter said, sounding far too pleased with himself. “Come over. I’ll help you practice. Flirting, kissing, whatever you need.”

You gaped at the phone, heat rushing to your face. “You can’t be serious.”

“Come on, peach,” he continued a dangerous lilt in his tone. “You used to trust me with everything. Like that time you tried to ride my skateboard when you were, what, ten? You ate it so bad I thought your brother was gonna faint. But I carried you home, dried your tears, and made you laugh instead of cry. You know I’ve got you.”

You closed your eyes, cringing at the memory. You’d been ten, desperate to prove you weren’t just the annoying little sister of his best friend. You’d failed miserably, but Peter hadn’t laughed at you. Well, at least, not until after he made sure you were fine.

"Oh my god," you muttered, cringing at the thought. "I was a mess back then."

Peter’s voice softened, but that smirk was still there. "You were adorable, though. Adorable," he teased, his voice dripping with something almost affectionate. "Especially with those rainbow bandages on your knees. I swear, I could’ve sold tickets to that disaster."

“Don’t remind me,” you muttered, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

“So, come on over,” he pressed. “I’ll give you a crash course. I’m talking flirting 101, kissing for dummies, the whole shebang. You can thank me later.”

You bit your lip, and for a moment, you weren’t sure if you were blushing from memory or how his words made your stomach flip.

You hesitated for a second. This was ridiculous. 

"Peach, you still with me?" His voice broke through your thoughts. "What's your decision?"

But you sighed, giving in. “Alright,” you said before you could stop yourself. “Fine. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“Good girl,” Peter purred into the phone, and you froze. His voice sent a shock through your system that left you breathless. Suddenly, the whole flirting crash course didn’t feel like a joke anymore.

You knew he was messing with you, but it didn’t stop your skin from flushing.

You stared at your phone, wondering what you’d just gotten yourself into.

Peter Parker was going to help you with your love life. No big deal, right?

You weren’t that kid anymore. You definitely didn’t have a crush on Peter Parker.

“Don’t give me that look,” you glared at your stuffed animal as it silently judged you with its big brown eyes. “I don’t have a crush on him anymore.”

That’s what you told yourself, anyway.

Mostly.

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- Maeve

[mapiforpresident]

Hi writer, prompt number 16 with Barcelona femeni(maybe platonic)

I'll Try to Behave

fcb femení x teen!reader

warnings: alcohol

The team bus was loud before you even got on it, but as soon as you made your way up the stairs the whole coach cheered. It was a couple hours after Barcelona had won the Supercopa in which you scored three goals.

"I knew I brought you here for a reason" Lucy yelled over the music Patri and Pina were playing on a speaker.

"You didn't do anything, it was mostly Keira and Ona. If anything you were on my con list."

"I'm taking personal offence to that," Lucy said as she slid into the seat next to Ona towards the middle of the bus. Ona was a good friend of yours having played with her during her two years at Man United. You were also close with Lucy and Keira from being on the Lionesses together.

As Lucy and Ona got lost in their own little world of staring into each other's eyes lovingly, you fake gagged at them and continued to the back of the bus where your closest friends Patri, Pina, Mapi, and Cata were all yelling some song in Spanish that you couldn't understand a word of. Alexia and Ingrid were also sat in the back although based on their frowns, you had a feeling they thought the music was a little bit loud.

You dramatically flopped yourself on Alexia's lap who was sat directly in front of Pina and Patri's seat. "Yo Pina play that one I like next please and Patri can you please pass me one of those beers."

"No, absolutely not. Have you lost your mind." Alexia exclaimed while she was trying to push you off of her onto the seat next to her.

"Ale I'm seventeen, I've drank a beer before. Mapi even gave me two at the last team bonding night after you feel asleep like a grandma during The Lion King."

"You were not supposed to tell her that y/n." Mapi angrily whispered at you from across the aisle. "Great now she is going to murder me and never let me within ten feet of you"

"I swear to god Mapi. Why are you corrupting the baby. And you," Alexia said as she turned to you, "no drinking or dating or anything of the sort until you are thirty."

"You do know me and Pina had a beer chugging contest in the locker room before we got on the bus right."

"Claudia Pina." You had never seen anyone glare with as much exasperation at someone until now. Claudia coward under Ale's gaze and pretended to be staring out the window until Alexia was called up to the front of the bus by Jana asking her a question.

Patri decided to break the tension by shouting "truth or dare anyone," down the aisle of the bus to which you immediately agreed.

"Truth or dare, y/n," Patri asked you. You decided to go with truth for the first one knowing if you chose dare already, Patri would mostly likely give you one that would end with Alexia dragging you to the front of the bus and not letting you have anymore fun.

"Have you ever had a crush on anyone on this team." Patri really wanted to know the answer because you rarely talked about crushes or your love life.

You smirked at her. "Yes. Truth or dare Mapi"

"Wait hold on who is it" Patri asked as Pina asks "Do you still have a crush on them."

"That was not part of the question. Truth or dare Mapi." Mapi decided to go with a dare much to the displeasure of her girlfriend sitting next to her.

"I dare you to call your mom and tell her your pregnant"

"You know she is never going to believe me seeing as I'm with Ingrid and all," Mapi replied, but still pulled out her phone and dialed her mother's number not one to back down from a dare.

As Mapi made the call, the rest of the team listening were trying their hardest to contain their fits of laughter, the alcohol already consumed not helping. You couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation, watching as Mapi put on her best dramatic performance, her eyes widening in feigned panic as she spoke into the phone.

"Mom, I have something to tell you... I'm pregnant," Mapi announced dramatically, her voice laced with faux distress.

The reaction on the other end of the line was immediate and intense, Mapi's mother launching into a tirade of disbelief and concern that had the entire bus doubled over in laughter. Even Ingrid couldn't contain her amusement, shaking her head in mock disapproval as Mapi continued to play her part until eventually Mapi's mom heard all the laughing and figured out Mapi was pranking her. After she hung up she asked, "Claudia, truth or dare."

"Truth."

"What’s your biggest turn-on?" Mapi asked.

"Um probably eye contact," Claudia replied as she blushed a little. "Ok Cata, truth or dare."

Just as Cata was about to reply dare. Alexia called out to the bus that they had arrived back at the parking lot.

As you stepped off the bus, the night air enveloped you. The laughter and banter of your teammates echoed around you, their voices a comforting melody amidst the bustling streets of Barcelona.

Patri and Pina led the way to Patri's car, the promise of continuing the celebration at a club with friends sparking excitement in the air. You were about to join them, already planning how many shots you'd take, when suddenly, Alexia's firm grip halted you in your tracks.

"Absolutely not, hermanita," Alexia declared, her gaze unwavering. "I already asked Olga to set up the spare room for you. We can watch a movie before you go to bed if you're good on the car ride home."

You pouted playfully, but deep down, you were grateful for Alexia's protective instinct. With a resigned sigh, you agreed, knowing that Alexia always had your best interests at heart.

"Fine," you relented, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "As long as I get to pick the movie."

And so, the night continued, filled with laughter, music, and the warmth of friendship that surrounded you like a comforting embrace. As you fell asleep that night, nestled between Alexia and Olga, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the football family you had found at Barcelona, knowing that no matter what the future held, you would always have each other's backs.

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[bingsucks]

How do you think the study group would react to transfem Abed?

I may not be the best person to ask this because i've never had to come out to like a group of friends or anything but I shall do my best. Here is:

a journey back to my old post format (but with much less parentheticals (i'm lying I promise))

Abed: happy. she'd be happy.

Britta: WAY too supportive. which, you know, isn't technically a bad thing but she just doesn't know when to chill out sometimes. she's like yeah!! feminism!!! which is great, but she's also screaming and Abed wants to just Be

Shirley: hesitant at FIRST. but then she looked into it, asked some questions, and was more accepting. she took the stance of "if any of my kids were like this too, I want them to be safe with me" like how she is with queer people in general

Jeff: initially, a little confused. I think Jeff would take more of a step back for the first little while like maybe a day or two but then of course extend his own congratulations. the pull back isn't because of transphobia, no no no. it's because Jeff is too busy thinking you can do that? you can just like???? do that???

Annie: one of the first people to know, obviously. got really REALLY excited, decided to plan a second gender reveal party for her, and then dialed it back when that was a little too much. still super supportive, and will murder anyone who gets in her way

Troy: you knew it was coming. i'll also say.... somewhat hesitant. yes, I know, unexpected, but hear me out: Abed would also be hesitant to tell Troy because she doesn't know if their relationship is entirely dependent on them being both guys. she doesn't know if her identity is going to completely ruin their friendship, but Troy is like extremely accepting? so she tells him about how stupid she was to worry and it kinda hurts. like wow, you thought I would just abandon you? you thought you weren't going to be my best friend? and it takes them like a few days to get back to their normal relationship.

i'm not sorry

[mkcannothelpyou]

NG (Kirara-Utage)

AK/Kinktober 2023, Day 6: “Harness”

"Kirara, I'm gonna be honest? This is insane, like, in a good way. This rules coming from you. You go, girl, get it." Utage pats her on the shoulder.

"You're okay with all of that stuff? Like, all of it is stuff we can do? Because I know some of it is kind of extreme especially towards the back end and if it's going to be hard to manage in a logistical or whatever sense we can…"

"Kirara, girl, deep breath." DEEP breath. Okay, Kirara, try that again.

"So this is good?"

Utage lazily scans Kirara's semi-stream-of-consciousness three-bullet-point itinerary again. "The bed, I can dial up Closure and she'll let us play for free for, basically? Like, as long as you want."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh." Kirara's not even gonna question how Utage gets Closure to do stuff for free in the first place. Riajuu powers.

"'Rope under clothes', yeah, we can do that. You wanna go rough or smooth? I've got some spare guest rope and some kinda, like, hempy stuff too?"

"Can—can I see?"

"Right now? Sure~." Huh? She just keeps that stuff in her closet? Wait, how exactly does Utage's closet even work, Kirara's seeing a lot of depth in there that doesn't look like it should fit and there's some suspicious shapes way in the back and "Catch."

"GYAGH! Sorry, you just surprised me, that was really fast, thank you." Kirara lets Utage sling some coils of plastic rope over one arm and… wow, this is like real deal straw-type stuff on the other.

"I gotcha, girl. Just lemme know what you think. Anyway, the suitcase thing too, totally. I've even got this kind of special one, I can show you after."

"That's…" Kirara is clenching her fists and screwing her eyes shut as hard as possible to resist the temptation to grab her phone back and type on that because as long as she's pushing herself out of her comfort zone tonight she may as well really hammer out her communication too. "That's amazing, Utage, I actually love you—"

"Love you too, babe. Sorry, no takesie-backsies in my room." …Kirara didn't even get the time to regret blurting that confession out. She knew actually hooking up with Utage would be going in deep, but this is deep. Honestly, forget a fear of all the steps, she was way less prepared for there to be basically no steps at all. "Sooo, which rope are you thinking?"

"Uh, probably the smooth one to start? I don't really know, I was kind of trying to tie myself on my own with, um… with power cords." Does Utage hate her yet? Oh my god, she's still smirking.

Utage takes the rougher coils and casually slings them backwards blind into the closet, which as far as Kirara can hear was a complete success. "You got, like, power cords long enough for shibari?"

"Not really, I guess I was just curious if I could tie myself to stuff and…"

Somehow the twinkle in Utage's eyes makes Kirara feel as if she's divulged a little too much information. "Want me to treat you?"

"Huh?" Wait, the rope's. Wait. Kirara looks down. It's. Huh? "How did you…"

"I know that's over your clothes, but you gotta test this kinda stuff first, right? Tell me if that's too tight, like, especially the armpits and stuff."

"It…'s not." At least she doesn't think so, it feels perfect. Kirara twists around a little as she stares over her sudden transformation—alternating sparingly in diamonds from her shoulders down her torso, then a gratifyingly tight figure-eight that runs through each hip groove, loops behind and back down, and crosses straight beneath oh my god, she was this close to touching me. Every piece of clothing she's wearing is bound so tightly against her skin that it's kind of giving her a taste for a sensation she didn't even know she had, meanwhile. She's… wow, Kirara is kind of majorly distracted drinking in the fact she actually has a harness on. The… the way it feels on her is so cool, oh my god, she's actually in this. Her desire to squirm is tied by her desire to just admire Utage's handiwork.

Speaking of. "I didn't even see how you…"

"Aha~! Literally, don't even worry. You like it?"

Kirara fiercely nods. She would not believe.

"Wanna get tied to something?"

Kirara keeps fiercely nodding.

Kirara is not prepared for Utage to lift up her shirt in response.

[pokeexehasstoppedworking]

Applin Of My Eye Ch2 An Unexpected Reunion

Warning: The wooloo is in bad condition but they are ok. Feel free to suggest a name for the new wooloo you'll get later.

Postwick.

The most perfect small town of memories and happiness you've come to know and adore. Filled with friends- ...No . Family. And experiences you'd never forget even after you'd be long gone. In ways that would change you for the better forever. You'd happily call this place your permanent home. Your REAL home that you've never had before you had tumbled out of the sky and met your friends and they became your family. You'd happily stay here forever if you could. And you would. Stay in Galar you mean. This was your home now. You had no desire to leave it or your new family behind in this wonderful region, but you did have a desire to spread your wings and live independently, which was why you broke the news to your friends and land lady that morning.

"What?! But couldn't you just find somewhere in Postwick to live? I'm sure there's somewhere if you looked."

You expected this reaction from Hop. The purple haired boy would be sad to see his friend go considering Gloria was currently being trained by Kabu. Beside him Victor seemed just as surprised looking at you too. Everyone seemed to be surprised by your words when you announced it but held up a hand to calm them all down.

"I'm not leaving yet, Hop. I haven't even found a place to move too, but I don't want to rent your mom's basement forever either. I love it here and I really like being around you guys, but there's no where available in Postwick to live, and soon I'd really like my own place to stay. I just wanted to let everyone know in advance."

"Well you're not going anywhere far right?'

"Like I said I haven't decided yet. But you shouldn't worry about it. When Im ready,  you'll be the first people I'll be telling." 

The two teen boys didn't look too convinced but luckily Mrs. L came in to your rescue. "Now boys. You shouldn't expect Y/n to live in our basement forever." She spoke calmly. "She's a young woman with her own life to live just like Leon and everyone else. You should be understanding for her." Both instantly dialed back and relaxed. At least you didn't wait until last minute to tell them. "Have you gotten any idea of where you'll be going?"

You blinked at her. "Huh? Oh. No. Not yet. But I was hoping for somewhere quiet." You sighed. "After all I've been through, it would be a nice change to just have a little peace and quiet for once."

"I understand that. If you need help with finding anyplace, I can make a few calls to some friends I have in the country side to see if they know anyone selling."

"That'd be great! Thanks!" You smiled. 

"In the meantime, would you run an errand for me?" Mrs. L asked holding up a small piece of paper. "I have to clean out the shed today. Would you run out and get the groceries while I'm busy?"

"Oh sure!" You smiled and took the list from her. At the mention of getting food, Silver perked up from the floor. "I'd be happy to help!"

Mrs. L nodded.  "Maybe the boys could go with you too? Get out of the house for a bit."

"And why would I want to get groceries?," Hop asked.

"Because that would just leave you to help me clean out the shed."

Immediately Hop jumped up. "Oh hey! Look at the time! C'mon Y/n. Those stores won't stay open all day!"

Victor just groaned and rolled his eyes but you just chuckled. Typical day with Hop, and you wouldn't change him for the world. Nonetheless you followed him out with Victor and Silver trailing behind you probably most interested in the food you'd  be buying for Mrs. L. So out into the sunny outside you went  up the road to the local general store, it'd be a twenty minute trip at most with the store being so close. But with two easily curious teenagers and a constantly hungry pokemon at your heels, it'd be more like an hour long trip. Sigh. Oh well. You didn't mind too much. It was on the way back however that would be strange. And it all started right after you all left the store with two giant paper bags in your arms with Hop and Victor following you by your sides. 

"I can't believe there was all these oran berries on sale. Can you believe that?" Hop held up the small bag of blue berries. "They're Dubwool's favorite snack! Not only are they good for him, they're incredibly sweet! I'm sure they'll love it!"

You all were just crossing the small bridge back up the path towards Hop's home. No doubt Mrs. L would still be working by the time you all got back there. Unknowns to all of you that there would be something slowly creeping towards the lot of you. Slowly. Weakly. Hungry. Attracted by the smell of sweet berries. As you all passed over the bridge it crept ever closer. 

"I'm pretty sure that dubwool of yours would eat any food if you let it."

"Hey! That's not true! Sides that's more of Y/n's drizzlie, Mate."

"Ouch. Now who's pointing fingers?" You all just got over the bridge and walked along the dirt road right next to some tall grass. Right when Silver paused and looked over at some grass moving. Before a head suddenly popped itself out of the tall grass startling the water type. In an instant Silver gave a loud chirp and ran back to you. "AH!! HEY!" You nearly toppled over when Silver suddenly tackled your leg in fright. "Silver! What's gotten into you?''

The water type chirped before wildly pointed at the tall grass and tugged on your pants leg insistently. "What is it boy?"

Victor's question was answered when your heads all turned at the sound of rustling grass all the way over to the left side of the road where you all clearly saw some of the tall grass moving, and then a foot stepped out. Followed by a head. Followed by wild curly hair. Until whatever it was stepped out into the road weakly, looked at all of you, and let out the most pathetic baa you had ever heard. 

"HOLY ARCEUS!!", Hop shouted hands flying to his head in surprise eyes wide as plates, "IT'S A SHINY WOOLOO!!"

Standing there, as plain as the purple in Hops hair, was a shiny wooloo. The small wooloo was a white instead of the usual black and instead of it's wool being that pure white you were so used to seeing, it was a brown. The only thing that was the same as a regular wooloo was the grey braid like strands by its ears. It was certainly a really rare, surprising, and exciting sight to see...But-

"Hey. Why does it look so roughed up for?"

The small wooloo looked terrible! It's was all dull from an intense amount of dirt on it, it's wool looked all knitted with sticks and leaves clinging to it, and if you were seeing right it looked skinnier than a normal wooloo. It stood there lightly shaking staring at you all pathetically before baaing again. You all stood there stunned for a moment, before Hop was the first to respond. 

"Hey there little guy," he softly spoke before kneeling where he stood with a small smile. "Aw. Look at how pretty you are. But you're so thin. Are you hungry?" Immediately the wooloo"s head perked up at the question especially more so when Hop held up the bag of oran berries. "Is this what you want? Look." Reaching one hand inside the bag, he quickly plucked one of the blue berries out before popping it into his mouth. "Mmm. Tasty. You want one?" Another baa. "Well come on. Come mere and get some."

The wooloo hesitated for a moment before slowly creeping towards Hop's outstretched hand, sniffing it a few times... before going straight to the bag. Hop just simply turned the bag upside down and let all the berries fall to the ground. The wooloo egarly diving to eat them up. 

"Oi. The wee thing looks terrible," Victor commented watching the wooloo quickly eat, "Arceus. When 's the last time someone fed the lil 'mon?"

"I'm not sure but it does look in bad shape...But what's a shiny wooloo doing out here in the open?" Your eyes scanned around yourself but you didn't see any trainers around. Usually a rare shiny would've been captured by now wouldn't it? "Do you think it could belong to one of the farmers around here?" Maybe someone's wooloo escaped. "I doubt it's a wild one in a town full of wooloo farmers."

Hop hummed eyeing the thing before he lifted a hand to pet the poor thing. "Maybe. Hm?" But stopped when it hand ran over something that wasn't wool around its neck. "Hang on. What's this?" His hands wrapped around the thing and tugged on it before he was able to dislodge a large metal rectangle charm from it's wool, and his eyes widened. "Hey. It's got a collar on! I've got one of these for Dubwool."

"A collar?!" This wooloo had a call or? That was good! A collar meant dog tags, and dog tags usually meant an address. And an address meant an owner! "What does it say?"

Hop looked at the rectangle tag closer. "Felix Wooloo Lane Turrffield zero zero zero one B eight." He looked back up to you. "That's an address."

"Yeah. One all the way 'n bloody Turrffield! What's a wooloo from Turrffield doin' all the way 'ere in Postwick for?"

"Is there a phone number anywhere? Maybe we can call them?"

Hop looked again flipping the large tag over...before shaking his head. "Nope. Just an address."

"Well we can't just leave the poor thing here. Not like that." 

"You're right, Mate." The wooloo suddenly based as Hop just grabbed it into his arms. "Let's get it home and clean it up first. I know how to detangle wooloo wool so fixing this shouldn't be a problem."

That's how the rest of your day went. Mrs. L and Hop's grandparents were surprised when Hop showed up with a poorly looking shiny wooloo squirming in his arms, but after briefly explaining explaining everything seemed alright with Hop taking the poor thing upstairs to wash it in the bathtub. Meanwhile you had dropped off the paper bags of groceries to Hop's grandmother and proceeded to wait with Victor for Hop to finish. Once and a while you could hear a panicked baa or two from upstairs, maybe a splash of water, a yell from Hop, and then the frantic sounds of a loud pair of scissors and blow dryer being ran. Three hours of waiting and waiting and waiting later, Hop finally returned triumphantly with a perfectly groomed wooloo in his arms which he proudly held up.

"There!" He breathed relieved. "He's all better now!"

The Wooloo baaed ...And Victor snickered at the sight of Hop. His clothes were a little wet from where the wooloo must've splashed him with random fluffs of brown wooloo wool sticking to his body. He did look a bit silly, but you had to admit he did a great job. The wooloo looked completely clean, and it's pretty brown wool looked just as fluffy and detangled as it should be. But it did look a bit smaller than before.

"It looks so small."

"Actually this is the common size for a wooloo," Hop explained, "But I had to sheer some of the wool off in order to get it in better shape. If my calculations are right, then nobody's groomed this wooloo for around three months."

"Three months?!" Your eyes widened. That would explain why it looked so bad.

Hop nodded before turning back to the nearby kitchen. "We better get this little guy something to eat. I bet you're still hungry arentcha?" Another baa. "I thought so. I should have some leftover wooloo food from when Dubwool was still one." 

He then walked into the kitchen followed by you and Victor. You both watch as Hop dug through the cabinets for a small bag of pokemon food and a bowl to feed it. Mrs. L had already returned from cleaning out the shed to watch her son feed this new wooloo and cook dinner, but paused seeing her son.

"Hop, honey. You're a mess." The spoon in her hand was pointed at him. "I hope you're not planning on coming to dinner like that."

Hop groaned. "Jeez Ma. Cut me some slack. I'm just feeding the lil guy here." He gestured to the small wooloo. 

"Well be sure you wash up before dinner. Have you figured out who the poor thing belongs to?"

"Someone in Turrffield. Which...is pretty fair away-"

"Hop, you're not keeping it. If it belongs to someone else then it has to be returned." 

He groaned again. "I know, I know. It just stings a bit y'know? My first time seeing a shiny wooloo and it's not even up for grabs."

"I'm sure whoever it belongs to will be really greatful to you once I take it back Hop." 

In the middle of pouring the food into the bowl, Hop blinked surprised at you. "Wha-... You're returning it? By yourself?"

"Well...Yes. You and Victor still have a lot of schooling to catch up on since you took an entire year out of school to do the gym challenge and you can't expect your mom or anyone else to do it." You'd as already made up your mind about this choice during the three hours it took Hop to finish up cleaning the wooloo. As much as you DIDN'T want to travel anymore, there was a trainer somewhere out there missing his wooloo, and it wouldn't be right to not return it. You shrugged as the bowl began to overflow. "I don't have anything holding me down like that, so I can go return it before coming back here. I know the way there anyways since I traveled there last year. That is if your mom doesn't mind me running out and coming right back here."

Mrs. L smiled. "That's very considerate of you Y/n. Of course I don't mind. Just let me know when you'd be leaving. ...Hm. You kids also might want to have Nurse Joy look over the poor thing just in case. Hop."

"Yeah?"

"You're overflowing the food bowl, honey."

Hop blinked and looked down, blinking as he noticed that the bowl was over filled with food leaking out onto the floor. Not that the wooloo minded as it just buried it's face into the food and quickly began eating all of it. "...I think we already have a clean up crew for that." 

You had waited two days before you decided to travel. Wanting to make sure the wooloo was alright and well fed before putting it through any travel. It seemed to eat a lot at first but mellowed out to a more normal amount of food as time went on, until you finally took it to Nurse Joy at the resident pokemon center. To your relief the wooloo was completely fine other than it being about a pound and a half underweight. But no worries. She assured you a steady diet would have it back to it's normal weight in no time! That was a relief. Another day or two and you figured it was put off long enough, and it would be best to make your way to Turrffield. So early one morning, you packed all your belongings and with Silver and the wooloo walked to the train station early in the morning to catch the morning train to Motostoke. Mrs. L was kind enough to escort you to the station where she gifted you a bag of none perishable food for your trip over. 

"Do you remember the way there?"

You nodded. "Turffield is to the west of Motostoke along Route Three. I've been there before so I know where I'll be going. Don't worry."

"Are you sure you don't want to take a flying taxi there?"

"Nnnooo. No thank you. I've flown enough in my life. I'll gladly take the train and my own two feet."

"*Zzzzt* Attention passengers. The morning train from Wedgeherst Station will be leaving in five minutes. Please enter or exit the train within that time."

You blinked behind you at the train, before quickly bidding a quick goodbye to Mrs. L and rushing to hurry the two shiny Pokemon onto the train quickly paying the til your ticket from the station master and getting onto the train. The familiar seats greeting you as you took a seat just as the train took off again. With a sigh you just watched through the window as the world went by. Here you go again.

-A FEW DAYS LATER- 

"*Zzzzt* Ladies and Gentlemen. The afternoon train is arriving now at Motostoke Station. Please be sure to have all your bags before departing. The afternoon train from Motostoke will leave in twenty minutes. That is all." 

Ah. Motostoke. This is where Kabu lived and trained and where Gloria would be soon training afterwards as well although you probably wouldn't see her here. Both pokemon followed you as you got off the train and breathed a sigh of relief that you wouldn't have to ride the train again for a little while. The very first thing you did was buy yourself a good meal at the cafe in Motostoke before moving onto one of the dirt roads leading out into the country side. Route Three. You remembered this. It would take two to four days traveling on foot to reach Turrffield from here but it would be better than flying. So with a sigh, you began walking. You needed to put all the distance you could before it got too dark to travel. 

....On an off thought, you wondered if Milo would be there. After all Motostoke was the very first place you saw him in person during the Entrance Ceremony and he was the first gym leader you met in Galar. You still remembered what Gloria said about him too-

"So you're challenging this Mr. Milo right? Any idea what he's like?," you asked her.

She waved a hand. "Eeehh. Sorta? I don't know that much about him like I do Leon who's my friend and Raihan who basically posts all of his life online. But I heard he's the nicest out of all of the Gym Leaders and he runs his own farm alongside the gym. In fact I believe most of wool you can buy from Truffield's is from his farm. But I'm not sure. I've only heard a few things, and yesterday was the first time I really met any of them face to face."

You blinked. "You didn't get to talk with any of them?"

She shook her head. "Nuh uh. Only Mr. Rose and Lee of course but only a little bit. They're both pretty busy right now with the Gym Challenge just starting out and all."

"Well that makes sense I guess. This sounds like a big job for only a couple people. What exactly does a Champion do outside of being challenged and joining the pokemon league?"

"You don't have your own Pokemon League in Kanto?"

You mentally slapped yourself and stuttered. "Uh....W-Well...I was just curious about this region's League is all."

"Oh I see. I keep forgetting you're not from around here. Basically he helps make all kind of descisions concerning The League's rules and regulations and making sure things are kept fair until the next Gym Challege. On top of that he's also responsible for making sure the ten Gym Leaders take their responsibilities of keeping the Gyms in Shape."

"Really? That's all?" You looked at her. It sounded so easy.

She huffed. "That's just what comes out of mouth. It's more harder to do as Lee said. There's health and safety regulations, even more for our gyms because unlike others 'round the world they're bigger and built more sturdier to accomodate dynamaxing while keeping everyone safe. It's not easy to keep the fields in shape after every battle and keeping it cleaned up to health codes. Did ya forget how big Motostoke Stadium alone was?"

....Oh.....Well when she put it like that you guessed it WAS a HUGE responsibility to be in charge of that. Not to mention Leon being in charge of all of them technically as well-

"And then there's the employees-"

"Employees?"

She gave you a look like you grew a beard all of a sudden. "Did you really think that one person cleans and regulates a GIANT stadium and the field by themselves? The gyms in Kanto must be really different than ours. Of COURSE EMPLOYEES!! One person can't just take care of a stadium that big by themselves! They also got people they pay to clean up everythin' n' help 'em!"

"......Oh-" Of course they'd have to hire people. You kept forgetting this was a real world outside the game, at least for now.

"So not only are they bosses on top o' that, but they also have to keep up with training, public appearances, and they're also in charge of training the next gym leader who'll take over for 'em. Not to mention some o' them have jobs outside of being Gym Leaders too. Like Milo. There's a reason he's called 'The Fighting Farmer'."

He sounded like a nice man when she spoke about him and he really was the few times you spoke to him. But you wouldn't bother him if you didn't have to, he probably would've been really busy anyways.  The first day of traveling was mostly uneventful. It was just you walking down the road and occasionally passing by another traveler heading the opposite direction or camping out, or a country folks' farm but otherwise there wasn't anyone around besides the two pokemon and you. You stopped every so often and rested under the shade of a random tree before getting up to travel again. Once or twice stopping and digging into your bags to pull out some of the camping foods Mrs. L had given you and eating what was essential granola bars and dried foods before starting to walk again.  The next day went by rather slower than usual. You repacked up the tent and started walking again. By Now Motostoke wasn't visible if you looked back, and by luck you found a couple berry trees you furiously shook until it dropped a couple of them, although your drizzlie seemed more than happy to do a little tree climbing to get his full before continuing on. You were rather content with seeing the large stretches of country side and forests tho. You barely got to do anything like this back home. You were lucky if you had a weekend go by without working or your mother pushing you to study and get better grades. The nature around you was filled with wild ani-...uh pokemon that scattered usually when they first saw you. The nature and fresh air was a very good change of scenery as you inhaled in a breath- And then coughed at the smell of smoke. .....SMOKE!? You coughed and shook your head as you looked up towards the sky and were surprised to see the distant remains of smoke in the sky. What the?! Was there a fire somewhere!? Then you came across it. Next to some rocks off the path and a roped off pathway leading away from the larger pathway towards something. You learnt what when you got close enough to look past the rocks off the dirt road, you noticed the smoke and the smokey smell was coming from what looked like a coal factory or oil rig a far distance from the trail. This is where you met Sonia once. That plant turned mined up ore into energy for Galar, guess it was still operating. But this was good! That meant you were half way there already. Almost there to Turrffield.

For the third day in a row the you walked down the road eating what was in your packs for food until you stumbled across more giant rocks and another path going up to what looked like a man made tunnel and right outside the tunnel was some heavy duty equipment like what you'd see at a construction sight. This must be the dig sight you and Gloria passed along Route 3. As you two approached  you noticed a wooden sign along the road. It read: Galar Mine Lie Ahead. Along with a 'no trespassing' sign. Not that you would do so anyways. Last time Gloria had the great idea of trespassing through there and getting you both chased by angry workers. It was also in there that she had her first battle with Bede. While Gloria WAS right that it was a short cut and it DID save you both a whole day of traveling last time you went along this path, you decided to just take the long way around. It would be longer but you'd rather not have the trouble.  So around you went traveling all day until the dark forced you to set up camp. It wasn't until tomorrow afternoon that you finally came across it. LOTS of rolling hills and brick fences with yellow plants that took you a moment to realize what was most likely wheat or corn. A couple houses could be seen which you assumed were farm houses, and as you and trudged up the hill to where in went down into a valley, you could clearly see it. A GYM STADIUM!! It's shiny metal exterier shone bright in the sun light and surrounding it was a very small but manageable village. Not too much bigger than Postwick it looked like. As you walked looking around the area, you pasted a sign that read: Route 4 upon it. This must've been where Route three ended and Route 4 began. And you knew you were here. This was Turrffield. So peaceful so quiet and very very nice. you finished going down the hill's path and looked up at the stadium. It was similar in size to the gigantic one in Motostoke. You stopped where the path branched off into three parts towards the giant stadium, Pokemon Center, and a path that started off with a fence made from rope and wooden posts like the one by that factory you passed by two days ago. That's where the geoglyh and stone carvings were. Turrffield's tourist attractions you supposed. But now that you were finally here, you could finally get down to business. Now the only problem was to figure out where to go next from here.

"I don't suppose you know where that address is?," You asked the small wooloo that baaed back at you in response. "Yeah. I didn't think so either." You sighed. "This might be a problem." Looking around, you had no idea where to start or which house you should ask first. For all you knew, this address could belong to any house here. It was then that you noticed a man walking near you in stereotypical farmer attire carrying a giant basket of potatoes somewhere. You should ask a local. Surely he knew where this address was right? "Hey! Excuse me, Sir!" The man stopped and looked at you as you jogged up to him, pokemon in tow. "Hey there! I'm sorry for bothering you, but I'm lost."

The man blinked as you stopped in front of him. "Lost?"

"Uh huh." The wooloo belated out in protest as you quickly scooped them up into your arms and fumbled for the collar. "I'm trying to find the address on this wooloo's collar. Could you please tell me where that is?" 

You were finally able to dig the tag from the wooloo's thick wool and pulled it out for him to see. The man blinked at you again, but he did look at the tag....and then smiled. "Oh sure. I know exactly where that is."

"You do?!"

He nodded back towards the stadium. "Wooloo Lane is just down behind the stadium. But the specific address you're looking for is the second farm on that pathway. You can't miss it. It's the biggest farm in Turrffield and chalk full of wooloo."

You smiled. The biggest farm just behind the stadium and down the path. That was way closer than you thought. "That's great! Thanks!"

The man just nodded to you and you quickly turned to drop the wooloo back on its feet before continuing on. You were quick to make your way around the giant stadium and sure enough there was a dirt road. As quick as a scorbunny, you bounded down the road pokemon in tow and quickly came across a small farm and a typical looking house with a 'For Sale' sign stuck in the front lawn. First farm. You wanted the second one, and you found it alright. A GIANT farm house on the very end of the path, with GIANT fenced in fields, and some GIANT barns some ways from the house...Huh. Why did this place look familiar to you? You stopped right in front of the house looking up at it. Well this was the place. Should you just knock on the door? Just then Silver tugged on your leg gaining your attention. You looked at him, he chirped and pointed a pink hand towards a field, and you looked. In the fenced in field was tons of wooloo, baaing and eating grass in a herd,  but there was also two other figures that weren't wooloo mixed with them. Humans. Two of them and one shorter than the other. The owners of the house maybe? Slowly you made your way over to the fence, paused, and then spoke.

"Excuse me! You in the field!," You shouted and both figures stopped hauling what looked like hay bails, "I think I found your missing wooloo!"

Both looked over and you paused. The smaller figure was a boy Hop's age with Pink hair and green eyes that blinked at you curiously, but it was the much taller figure that made you pause. Emerald green eyes blinked at you under a hat full of pink hair and freckled face. It was instantly recognizable to you.

"Milo?"

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Applin Of My Eye Ch2 An Unexpected Reunion

Warning: The wooloo is in bad condition but they are ok. Feel free to suggest a name for the new wooloo you'll get later.

Postwick.

The most perfect small town of memories and happiness you've come to know and adore. Filled with friends- ...No . Family. And experiences you'd never forget even after you'd be long gone. In ways that would change you for the better forever. You'd happily call this place your permanent home. Your REAL home that you've never had before you had tumbled out of the sky and met your friends and they became your family. You'd happily stay here forever if you could. And you would. Stay in Galar you mean. This was your home now. You had no desire to leave it or your new family behind in this wonderful region, but you did have a desire to spread your wings and live independently, which was why you broke the news to your friends and land lady that morning.

"What?! But couldn't you just find somewhere in Postwick to live? I'm sure there's somewhere if you looked."

You expected this reaction from Hop. The purple haired boy would be sad to see his friend go considering Gloria was currently being trained by Kabu. Beside him Victor seemed just as surprised looking at you too. Everyone seemed to be surprised by your words when you announced it but held up a hand to calm them all down.

"I'm not leaving yet, Hop. I haven't even found a place to move too, but I don't want to rent your mom's basement forever either. I love it here and I really like being around you guys, but there's no where available in Postwick to live, and soon I'd really like my own place to stay. I just wanted to let everyone know in advance."

"Well you're not going anywhere far right?'

"Like I said I haven't decided yet. But you shouldn't worry about it. When Im ready,  you'll be the first people I'll be telling." 

The two teen boys didn't look too convinced but luckily Mrs. L came in to your rescue. "Now boys. You shouldn't expect Y/n to live in our basement forever." She spoke calmly. "She's a young woman with her own life to live just like Leon and everyone else. You should be understanding for her." Both instantly dialed back and relaxed. At least you didn't wait until last minute to tell them. "Have you gotten any idea of where you'll be going?"

You blinked at her. "Huh? Oh. No. Not yet. But I was hoping for somewhere quiet." You sighed. "After all I've been through, it would be a nice change to just have a little peace and quiet for once."

"I understand that. If you need help with finding anyplace, I can make a few calls to some friends I have in the country side to see if they know anyone selling."

"That'd be great! Thanks!" You smiled. 

"In the meantime, would you run an errand for me?" Mrs. L asked holding up a small piece of paper. "I have to clean out the shed today. Would you run out and get the groceries while I'm busy?"

"Oh sure!" You smiled and took the list from her. At the mention of getting food, Silver perked up from the floor. "I'd be happy to help!"

Mrs. L nodded.  "Maybe the boys could go with you too? Get out of the house for a bit."

"And why would I want to get groceries?," Hop asked.

"Because that would just leave you to help me clean out the shed."

Immediately Hop jumped up. "Oh hey! Look at the time! C'mon Y/n. Those stores won't stay open all day!"

Victor just groaned and rolled his eyes but you just chuckled. Typical day with Hop, and you wouldn't change him for the world. Nonetheless you followed him out with Victor and Silver trailing behind you probably most interested in the food you'd  be buying for Mrs. L. So out into the sunny outside you went  up the road to the local general store, it'd be a twenty minute trip at most with the store being so close. But with two easily curious teenagers and a constantly hungry pokemon at your heels, it'd be more like an hour long trip. Sigh. Oh well. You didn't mind too much. It was on the way back however that would be strange. And it all started right after you all left the store with two giant paper bags in your arms with Hop and Victor following you by your sides. 

"I can't believe there was all these oran berries on sale. Can you believe that?" Hop held up the small bag of blue berries. "They're Dubwool's favorite snack! Not only are they good for him, they're incredibly sweet! I'm sure they'll love it!"

You all were just crossing the small bridge back up the path towards Hop's home. No doubt Mrs. L would still be working by the time you all got back there. Unknowns to all of you that there would be something slowly creeping towards the lot of you. Slowly. Weakly. Hungry. Attracted by the smell of sweet berries. As you all passed over the bridge it crept ever closer. 

"I'm pretty sure that dubwool of yours would eat any food if you let it."

"Hey! That's not true! Sides that's more of Y/n's drizzlie, Mate."

"Ouch. Now who's pointing fingers?" You all just got over the bridge and walked along the dirt road right next to some tall grass. Right when Silver paused and looked over at some grass moving. Before a head suddenly popped itself out of the tall grass startling the water type. In an instant Silver gave a loud chirp and ran back to you. "AH!! HEY!" You nearly toppled over when Silver suddenly tackled your leg in fright. "Silver! What's gotten into you?''

The water type chirped before wildly pointed at the tall grass and tugged on your pants leg insistently. "What is it boy?"

Victor's question was answered when your heads all turned at the sound of rustling grass all the way over to the left side of the road where you all clearly saw some of the tall grass moving, and then a foot stepped out. Followed by a head. Followed by wild curly hair. Until whatever it was stepped out into the road weakly, looked at all of you, and let out the most pathetic baa you had ever heard. 

"HOLY ARCEUS!!", Hop shouted hands flying to his head in surprise eyes wide as plates, "IT'S A SHINY WOOLOO!!"

Standing there, as plain as the purple in Hops hair, was a shiny wooloo. The small wooloo was a white instead of the usual black and instead of it's wool being that pure white you were so used to seeing, it was a brown. The only thing that was the same as a regular wooloo was the grey braid like strands by its ears. It was certainly a really rare, surprising, and exciting sight to see...But-

"Hey. Why does it look so roughed up for?"

The small wooloo looked terrible! It's was all dull from an intense amount of dirt on it, it's wool looked all knitted with sticks and leaves clinging to it, and if you were seeing right it looked skinnier than a normal wooloo. It stood there lightly shaking staring at you all pathetically before baaing again. You all stood there stunned for a moment, before Hop was the first to respond. 

"Hey there little guy," he softly spoke before kneeling where he stood with a small smile. "Aw. Look at how pretty you are. But you're so thin. Are you hungry?" Immediately the wooloo"s head perked up at the question especially more so when Hop held up the bag of oran berries. "Is this what you want? Look." Reaching one hand inside the bag, he quickly plucked one of the blue berries out before popping it into his mouth. "Mmm. Tasty. You want one?" Another baa. "Well come on. Come mere and get some."

The wooloo hesitated for a moment before slowly creeping towards Hop's outstretched hand, sniffing it a few times... before going straight to the bag. Hop just simply turned the bag upside down and let all the berries fall to the ground. The wooloo egarly diving to eat them up. 

"Oi. The wee thing looks terrible," Victor commented watching the wooloo quickly eat, "Arceus. When 's the last time someone fed the lil 'mon?"

"I'm not sure but it does look in bad shape...But what's a shiny wooloo doing out here in the open?" Your eyes scanned around yourself but you didn't see any trainers around. Usually a rare shiny would've been captured by now wouldn't it? "Do you think it could belong to one of the farmers around here?" Maybe someone's wooloo escaped. "I doubt it's a wild one in a town full of wooloo farmers."

Hop hummed eyeing the thing before he lifted a hand to pet the poor thing. "Maybe. Hm?" But stopped when it hand ran over something that wasn't wool around its neck. "Hang on. What's this?" His hands wrapped around the thing and tugged on it before he was able to dislodge a large metal rectangle charm from it's wool, and his eyes widened. "Hey. It's got a collar on! I've got one of these for Dubwool."

"A collar?!" This wooloo had a call or? That was good! A collar meant dog tags, and dog tags usually meant an address. And an address meant an owner! "What does it say?"

Hop looked at the rectangle tag closer. "Felix Wooloo Lane Turrffield zero zero zero one B eight." He looked back up to you. "That's an address."

"Yeah. One all the way 'n bloody Turrffield! What's a wooloo from Turrffield doin' all the way 'ere in Postwick for?"

"Is there a phone number anywhere? Maybe we can call them?"

Hop looked again flipping the large tag over...before shaking his head. "Nope. Just an address."

"Well we can't just leave the poor thing here. Not like that." 

"You're right, Mate." The wooloo suddenly based as Hop just grabbed it into his arms. "Let's get it home and clean it up first. I know how to detangle wooloo wool so fixing this shouldn't be a problem."

That's how the rest of your day went. Mrs. L and Hop's grandparents were surprised when Hop showed up with a poorly looking shiny wooloo squirming in his arms, but after briefly explaining explaining everything seemed alright with Hop taking the poor thing upstairs to wash it in the bathtub. Meanwhile you had dropped off the paper bags of groceries to Hop's grandmother and proceeded to wait with Victor for Hop to finish. Once and a while you could hear a panicked baa or two from upstairs, maybe a splash of water, a yell from Hop, and then the frantic sounds of a loud pair of scissors and blow dryer being ran. Three hours of waiting and waiting and waiting later, Hop finally returned triumphantly with a perfectly groomed wooloo in his arms which he proudly held up.

"There!" He breathed relieved. "He's all better now!"

The Wooloo baaed ...And Victor snickered at the sight of Hop. His clothes were a little wet from where the wooloo must've splashed him with random fluffs of brown wooloo wool sticking to his body. He did look a bit silly, but you had to admit he did a great job. The wooloo looked completely clean, and it's pretty brown wool looked just as fluffy and detangled as it should be. But it did look a bit smaller than before.

"It looks so small."

"Actually this is the common size for a wooloo," Hop explained, "But I had to sheer some of the wool off in order to get it in better shape. If my calculations are right, then nobody's groomed this wooloo for around three months."

"Three months?!" Your eyes widened. That would explain why it looked so bad.

Hop nodded before turning back to the nearby kitchen. "We better get this little guy something to eat. I bet you're still hungry arentcha?" Another baa. "I thought so. I should have some leftover wooloo food from when Dubwool was still one." 

He then walked into the kitchen followed by you and Victor. You both watch as Hop dug through the cabinets for a small bag of pokemon food and a bowl to feed it. Mrs. L had already returned from cleaning out the shed to watch her son feed this new wooloo and cook dinner, but paused seeing her son.

"Hop, honey. You're a mess." The spoon in her hand was pointed at him. "I hope you're not planning on coming to dinner like that."

Hop groaned. "Jeez Ma. Cut me some slack. I'm just feeding the lil guy here." He gestured to the small wooloo. 

"Well be sure you wash up before dinner. Have you figured out who the poor thing belongs to?"

"Someone in Turrffield. Which...is pretty fair away-"

"Hop, you're not keeping it. If it belongs to someone else then it has to be returned." 

He groaned again. "I know, I know. It just stings a bit y'know? My first time seeing a shiny wooloo and it's not even up for grabs."

"I'm sure whoever it belongs to will be really greatful to you once I take it back Hop." 

In the middle of pouring the food into the bowl, Hop blinked surprised at you. "Wha-... You're returning it? By yourself?"

"Well...Yes. You and Victor still have a lot of schooling to catch up on since you took an entire year out of school to do the gym challenge and you can't expect your mom or anyone else to do it." You'd as already made up your mind about this choice during the three hours it took Hop to finish up cleaning the wooloo. As much as you DIDN'T want to travel anymore, there was a trainer somewhere out there missing his wooloo, and it wouldn't be right to not return it. You shrugged as the bowl began to overflow. "I don't have anything holding me down like that, so I can go return it before coming back here. I know the way there anyways since I traveled there last year. That is if your mom doesn't mind me running out and coming right back here."

Mrs. L smiled. "That's very considerate of you Y/n. Of course I don't mind. Just let me know when you'd be leaving. ...Hm. You kids also might want to have Nurse Joy look over the poor thing just in case. Hop."

"Yeah?"

"You're overflowing the food bowl, honey."

Hop blinked and looked down, blinking as he noticed that the bowl was over filled with food leaking out onto the floor. Not that the wooloo minded as it just buried it's face into the food and quickly began eating all of it. "...I think we already have a clean up crew for that." 

You had waited two days before you decided to travel. Wanting to make sure the wooloo was alright and well fed before putting it through any travel. It seemed to eat a lot at first but mellowed out to a more normal amount of food as time went on, until you finally took it to Nurse Joy at the resident pokemon center. To your relief the wooloo was completely fine other than it being about a pound and a half underweight. But no worries. She assured you a steady diet would have it back to it's normal weight in no time! That was a relief. Another day or two and you figured it was put off long enough, and it would be best to make your way to Turrffield. So early one morning, you packed all your belongings and with Silver and the wooloo walked to the train station early in the morning to catch the morning train to Motostoke. Mrs. L was kind enough to escort you to the station where she gifted you a bag of none perishable food for your trip over. 

"Do you remember the way there?"

You nodded. "Turffield is to the west of Motostoke along Route Three. I've been there before so I know where I'll be going. Don't worry."

"Are you sure you don't want to take a flying taxi there?"

"Nnnooo. No thank you. I've flown enough in my life. I'll gladly take the train and my own two feet."

"*Zzzzt* Attention passengers. The morning train from Wedgeherst Station will be leaving in five minutes. Please enter or exit the train within that time."

You blinked behind you at the train, before quickly bidding a quick goodbye to Mrs. L and rushing to hurry the two shiny Pokemon onto the train quickly paying the til your ticket from the station master and getting onto the train. The familiar seats greeting you as you took a seat just as the train took off again. With a sigh you just watched through the window as the world went by. Here you go again.

-A FEW DAYS LATER- 

"*Zzzzt* Ladies and Gentlemen. The afternoon train is arriving now at Motostoke Station. Please be sure to have all your bags before departing. The afternoon train from Motostoke will leave in twenty minutes. That is all." 

Ah. Motostoke. This is where Kabu lived and trained and where Gloria would be soon training afterwards as well although you probably wouldn't see her here. Both pokemon followed you as you got off the train and breathed a sigh of relief that you wouldn't have to ride the train again for a little while. The very first thing you did was buy yourself a good meal at the cafe in Motostoke before moving onto one of the dirt roads leading out into the country side. Route Three. You remembered this. It would take two to four days traveling on foot to reach Turrffield from here but it would be better than flying. So with a sigh, you began walking. You needed to put all the distance you could before it got too dark to travel. 

....On an off thought, you wondered if Milo would be there. After all Motostoke was the very first place you saw him in person during the Entrance Ceremony and he was the first gym leader you met in Galar. You still remembered what Gloria said about him too-

"So you're challenging this Mr. Milo right? Any idea what he's like?," you asked her.

She waved a hand. "Eeehh. Sorta? I don't know that much about him like I do Leon who's my friend and Raihan who basically posts all of his life online. But I heard he's the nicest out of all of the Gym Leaders and he runs his own farm alongside the gym. In fact I believe most of wool you can buy from Truffield's is from his farm. But I'm not sure. I've only heard a few things, and yesterday was the first time I really met any of them face to face."

You blinked. "You didn't get to talk with any of them?"

She shook her head. "Nuh uh. Only Mr. Rose and Lee of course but only a little bit. They're both pretty busy right now with the Gym Challenge just starting out and all."

"Well that makes sense I guess. This sounds like a big job for only a couple people. What exactly does a Champion do outside of being challenged and joining the pokemon league?"

"You don't have your own Pokemon League in Kanto?"

You mentally slapped yourself and stuttered. "Uh....W-Well...I was just curious about this region's League is all."

"Oh I see. I keep forgetting you're not from around here. Basically he helps make all kind of descisions concerning The League's rules and regulations and making sure things are kept fair until the next Gym Challege. On top of that he's also responsible for making sure the ten Gym Leaders take their responsibilities of keeping the Gyms in Shape."

"Really? That's all?" You looked at her. It sounded so easy.

She huffed. "That's just what comes out of mouth. It's more harder to do as Lee said. There's health and safety regulations, even more for our gyms because unlike others 'round the world they're bigger and built more sturdier to accomodate dynamaxing while keeping everyone safe. It's not easy to keep the fields in shape after every battle and keeping it cleaned up to health codes. Did ya forget how big Motostoke Stadium alone was?"

....Oh.....Well when she put it like that you guessed it WAS a HUGE responsibility to be in charge of that. Not to mention Leon being in charge of all of them technically as well-

"And then there's the employees-"

"Employees?"

She gave you a look like you grew a beard all of a sudden. "Did you really think that one person cleans and regulates a GIANT stadium and the field by themselves? The gyms in Kanto must be really different than ours. Of COURSE EMPLOYEES!! One person can't just take care of a stadium that big by themselves! They also got people they pay to clean up everythin' n' help 'em!"

"......Oh-" Of course they'd have to hire people. You kept forgetting this was a real world outside the game, at least for now.

"So not only are they bosses on top o' that, but they also have to keep up with training, public appearances, and they're also in charge of training the next gym leader who'll take over for 'em. Not to mention some o' them have jobs outside of being Gym Leaders too. Like Milo. There's a reason he's called 'The Fighting Farmer'."

He sounded like a nice man when she spoke about him and he really was the few times you spoke to him. But you wouldn't bother him if you didn't have to, he probably would've been really busy anyways.  The first day of traveling was mostly uneventful. It was just you walking down the road and occasionally passing by another traveler heading the opposite direction or camping out, or a country folks' farm but otherwise there wasn't anyone around besides the two pokemon and you. You stopped every so often and rested under the shade of a random tree before getting up to travel again. Once or twice stopping and digging into your bags to pull out some of the camping foods Mrs. L had given you and eating what was essential granola bars and dried foods before starting to walk again.  The next day went by rather slower than usual. You repacked up the tent and started walking again. By Now Motostoke wasn't visible if you looked back, and by luck you found a couple berry trees you furiously shook until it dropped a couple of them, although your drizzlie seemed more than happy to do a little tree climbing to get his full before continuing on. You were rather content with seeing the large stretches of country side and forests tho. You barely got to do anything like this back home. You were lucky if you had a weekend go by without working or your mother pushing you to study and get better grades. The nature around you was filled with wild ani-...uh pokemon that scattered usually when they first saw you. The nature and fresh air was a very good change of scenery as you inhaled in a breath- And then coughed at the smell of smoke. .....SMOKE!? You coughed and shook your head as you looked up towards the sky and were surprised to see the distant remains of smoke in the sky. What the?! Was there a fire somewhere!? Then you came across it. Next to some rocks off the path and a roped off pathway leading away from the larger pathway towards something. You learnt what when you got close enough to look past the rocks off the dirt road, you noticed the smoke and the smokey smell was coming from what looked like a coal factory or oil rig a far distance from the trail. This is where you met Sonia once. That plant turned mined up ore into energy for Galar, guess it was still operating. But this was good! That meant you were half way there already. Almost there to Turrffield.

For the third day in a row the you walked down the road eating what was in your packs for food until you stumbled across more giant rocks and another path going up to what looked like a man made tunnel and right outside the tunnel was some heavy duty equipment like what you'd see at a construction sight. This must be the dig sight you and Gloria passed along Route 3. As you two approached  you noticed a wooden sign along the road. It read: Galar Mine Lie Ahead. Along with a 'no trespassing' sign. Not that you would do so anyways. Last time Gloria had the great idea of trespassing through there and getting you both chased by angry workers. It was also in there that she had her first battle with Bede. While Gloria WAS right that it was a short cut and it DID save you both a whole day of traveling last time you went along this path, you decided to just take the long way around. It would be longer but you'd rather not have the trouble.  So around you went traveling all day until the dark forced you to set up camp. It wasn't until tomorrow afternoon that you finally came across it. LOTS of rolling hills and brick fences with yellow plants that took you a moment to realize what was most likely wheat or corn. A couple houses could be seen which you assumed were farm houses, and as you and trudged up the hill to where in went down into a valley, you could clearly see it. A GYM STADIUM!! It's shiny metal exterier shone bright in the sun light and surrounding it was a very small but manageable village. Not too much bigger than Postwick it looked like. As you walked looking around the area, you pasted a sign that read: Route 4 upon it. This must've been where Route three ended and Route 4 began. And you knew you were here. This was Turrffield. So peaceful so quiet and very very nice. you finished going down the hill's path and looked up at the stadium. It was similar in size to the gigantic one in Motostoke. You stopped where the path branched off into three parts towards the giant stadium, Pokemon Center, and a path that started off with a fence made from rope and wooden posts like the one by that factory you passed by two days ago. That's where the geoglyh and stone carvings were. Turrffield's tourist attractions you supposed. But now that you were finally here, you could finally get down to business. Now the only problem was to figure out where to go next from here.

"I don't suppose you know where that address is?," You asked the small wooloo that baaed back at you in response. "Yeah. I didn't think so either." You sighed. "This might be a problem." Looking around, you had no idea where to start or which house you should ask first. For all you knew, this address could belong to any house here. It was then that you noticed a man walking near you in stereotypical farmer attire carrying a giant basket of potatoes somewhere. You should ask a local. Surely he knew where this address was right? "Hey! Excuse me, Sir!" The man stopped and looked at you as you jogged up to him, pokemon in tow. "Hey there! I'm sorry for bothering you, but I'm lost."

The man blinked as you stopped in front of him. "Lost?"

"Uh huh." The wooloo belated out in protest as you quickly scooped them up into your arms and fumbled for the collar. "I'm trying to find the address on this wooloo's collar. Could you please tell me where that is?" 

You were finally able to dig the tag from the wooloo's thick wool and pulled it out for him to see. The man blinked at you again, but he did look at the tag....and then smiled. "Oh sure. I know exactly where that is."

"You do?!"

He nodded back towards the stadium. "Wooloo Lane is just down behind the stadium. But the specific address you're looking for is the second farm on that pathway. You can't miss it. It's the biggest farm in Turrffield and chalk full of wooloo."

You smiled. The biggest farm just behind the stadium and down the path. That was way closer than you thought. "That's great! Thanks!"

The man just nodded to you and you quickly turned to drop the wooloo back on its feet before continuing on. You were quick to make your way around the giant stadium and sure enough there was a dirt road. As quick as a scorbunny, you bounded down the road pokemon in tow and quickly came across a small farm and a typical looking house with a 'For Sale' sign stuck in the front lawn. First farm. You wanted the second one, and you found it alright. A GIANT farm house on the very end of the path, with GIANT fenced in fields, and some GIANT barns some ways from the house...Huh. Why did this place look familiar to you? You stopped right in front of the house looking up at it. Well this was the place. Should you just knock on the door? Just then Silver tugged on your leg gaining your attention. You looked at him, he chirped and pointed a pink hand towards a field, and you looked. In the fenced in field was tons of wooloo, baaing and eating grass in a herd,  but there was also two other figures that weren't wooloo mixed with them. Humans. Two of them and one shorter than the other. The owners of the house maybe? Slowly you made your way over to the fence, paused, and then spoke.

"Excuse me! You in the field!," You shouted and both figures stopped hauling what looked like hay bails, "I think I found your missing wooloo!"

Both looked over and you paused. The smaller figure was a boy Hop's age with Pink hair and green eyes that blinked at you curiously, but it was the much taller figure that made you pause. Emerald green eyes blinked at you under a hat full of pink hair and freckled face. It was instantly recognizable to you.

"Milo?"

[fairytales-and-folklore]

Chapter 1: Home

It's the desolate look on his face that finally does it. 

After five and a half hours of scouring stacks of manuscripts and religious texts for even the tiniest hint of information that might help them better understand what's coming for them, Abbie has had enough. She's slumped in the worn, leather cushion of an old armchair in their newly converted headquarters, eyelashes fluttering against her cheekbones as she battles exhaustion. Those energy drinks simply aren't cutting it tonight…and Crane has barely touched his. He's not letting on, but she can tell that it's hitting him, too. She has a sneaking suspicion that he does it on purpose, that he knows she won't head home until they've both given up for the night, that he doesn't want her to leave…because then he'll be left all alone. 

Over the past couple of days, it had become evident that Crane had essentially begun living out of the old archives. She'd caught him sleeping in his armchair in the morning more than once, his tattered and dirt-embellished boots propped up on the table, exactly as she'd left him the night before. She'd supposed it made sense…here, he could work in private, think in silence, and he wouldn't be bothered with the long walk back to the hotel or its distressing customs (which was probably all for the best, both for Crane and the hotel staff.) Still, it must get lonely in there, come nighttime…all that silence…all those scattered, indistinct memories fighting their way back up to the surface. Two hundred and fifty years is a long time.

Pity and guilt manifest into a suffocating ball that sits at the back of her throat. Because she knows exactly what that feels like. Because that look he's giving her, even when he thinks he's being subtle, is all too familiar. As frightened and lost and confused as she is, she can't even begin to imagine what all of this must be like for him…to have woken up in a different era, where everyone you once knew and loved has been dead for centuries, where the customs, the clothing, the food, even the air, is completely different…it must be terrifying. In that moment, she realizes that she is all he has, that she is the only person he's willing to trust, to follow blindly into a demon's dream world and risk his own life to save hers. 

It's the least she could do.

"Crane," she says, straightening up and hoisting herself from her chair into a standing position. Ichabod snaps out of his apparent reverie and fixes her with a frown.

"Lieutenant? You're leaving, I presume?" he asks, feigning indifference.

"Yeah, and you're coming home with me," she says, adjusting her gun in its holster as a means to avoid looking directly at him.

"Are you quite sure? I certainly don't want to be a burden," he says, fighting a smile.

"It's fine. You need a place to stay for a little while, and I've got a spare room."

The room was, of course, meant for Jenny, as was every spare room in every apartment Abbie had lived in over the past couple of years…but it was far too optimistic of her to assume that Jenny would be needing it any time soon. 

"I would greatly appreciate it, Lieutenant. Thank you. I do not know how to repay you for this kindness," he says, his expression a mix of relief, elation, and fatigue.

"You took a scorpion sting for me. As far as I'm concerned, we're square," she laughs.

Abbie leads him across the parking lot to her car, twirls the radio dial to a soft lull, and watches him out of the corner of her eye. He has his hands pressed to the passenger's seat window, no doubt leaving oily fingerprints as he stares out into the night with childlike wonder, the rolling fields and valleys slinking past them in a series of silhouetted waves. In that moment, she realizes just how much she appreciates his company, his very existence. 

She'll tell herself, over and over again like a mantra, that it's because she feels indebted to him, that she feels bad for him, that it'll make their casework much easier if she can keep a constant eye on him, that it's convenient. But really, it's because, in spite of everything, in spite of an impending apocalypse that only they, the unwilling witnesses, can prevent, he keeps her grounded, keeps her sane. For reasons she can't explain, she trusts him. She hasn't trusted anyone like this since Corbin…and now, Crane is all she has left. In his company, she feels secure. Protected. Cared for. They've only known each other for a short while, and yet…Crane's company feels like home. 

Besides…how bad could living with a man from the 1700's truly be?

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You Always Want What You're Running From

Sleepy Hollow » Ichabbie

Title: You Always Want What You're Running From

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: Sleepy Hollow (Masterlist)

Relationship: Abbie Mills x Ichabod Crane

AO3 Rating: Mature (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: When Abbie invites Ichabod to come live with her, the last thing she expects is for him to start feeling like home.

She'll tell herself, over and over again like a mantra, that it's because she feels indebted to him, that she feels bad for him, that it'll make their casework much easier if she can keep a constant eye on him, that it's convenient.  But really, it's because, in spite of everything, in spite of an impending apocalypse that only they, the unwilling witnesses, can prevent, he keeps her grounded, keeps her sane. For reasons she can't explain, she trusts him.  She hasn't trusted anyone like this since Corbin…and now, Crane is all she has left. In his company, she feels secure. Protected. Cared for. They've only known each other for a short while, and yet…Crane's company feels like home. Besides…how bad could living with a man from the 1700's truly be?

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Growing momentarily tired of F bombs, true crimes, Joe Biden and Donald Trump, we decided to turn on some classic teevee. We dialed up Beverly Hillbillies.

Granny Clampett believes that Jed Clampett is sick. Concerned for his health, she decides to use her traditional mountain remedies to treat him. She sends Jethro to find the ingredients. Jethro can only find a few of the ingredients. Yet he brings a huge stump into the house. He explains to granny that becaue he couldn't find any "stumpwater", he pulled the stump from the ground and suggested the Granny throw some water on the stump to produce "stumpwater" In a scene left to the imagination, I pictured Jed struggling mightily to pull this huge stump out of the ground and lugging it back to the mansion which produced a visual that gave me a grinespecially when after all tghat gargantuan effort, Granny tells him it won't work and tells Jethro to get that "thing" out of here. His Sysiphisian effort contines off screen and in my imagination.

In her effort to treat Jed, Granny mistakenly assumes that the wealthy banker, Mr. Drysdale, is also ill. She treats both Jed and Mr. Drysdale with her remedies, creating confusion and hilarity as Mr. Drysdale tries to navigate Granny's folk medicine practices.

As the episode progresses, Mr. Drysdale's own doctor becomes involved in the situation, leading to even more absurd situations as Granny's remedies affect various characters. The contrast between Granny's rustic and traditional methods and the modern medical practices of the doctor adds to the comedic tension.

Jed, Drysdale and Drysdale's doctor are all placed in Jed's bed by Jethro who locks the door behind him when he exits.

"The Beverly Hillbillies," a popular sitcom that aired from 1962 to 1971. centered around the Clampett family, a group of rural, newly wealthy individuals who move from their mountain home to the upscale Beverly Hills neighborhood, resulting in many humorous fish-out-of-water scenarios.

And nobody threw an F bomb.

A nice change of pace.

Somewhere in the middle of the episode, we started praising the efforts of Irene Ryan and her portrayal of ancient back woods Granny.

We conjectured that the actress was probably a very beautiful woman when she was young.

We turned off the teevee and went to sleep a little more light hearted than usual.

The next morning as usual, I was busy doing my writing. Lynn who is our CFO and purchasing agent had finished her accounting. I took a break and headed over to Facebook for a look. I scrolled down a few messages and then....and then....

Out of nowhere up pops a picture of Irene Ryan from the 1920's and she was indeed quite a beautiful woman.

Huh

How do these things happen?

We surmised that because we were watching the Hillbillies streamiing through a google medium that somehow our interest in the Hillbillies had been algorithmically noted in the bowels of a dark cloud somewhere which caused the unrequested picure of Granny to show up on my Facebook feed.

I don't know. I do know that after thousands of hours on social media, the only time that I've ever seen a picture of a young granny was less than 12 hours after wondering what she looked like.

Strange things are happening.

User what are some of the ingredients that Granny send Jethro to fetch ChatGPT In the "Beverly Hillbillies" episode "The Great Feud," where Granny tries her unconventional remedies on various characters, she sends Jethro to fetch a range of ingredients for her treatments. Some of the ingredients include:

Possum leaves: These are likely fictional and part of the humorous portrayal of Granny's traditional remedies.

Polecats: Polecats are actually a type of mammal, related to weasels and ferrets, but it's unlikely that Granny would be using them as ingredients. This is played for comedic effect.

Mule sweat: This is probably another humorous and fictional ingredient, as mule sweat would not typically be used in any medical treatment.

Mandrake root: Mandrake root is a real plant that has been historically associated with various superstitions and medicinal uses. However, it's not commonly used in modern medicine due to its toxicity.

Black widow spider venom: This is another unlikely and fictional ingredient. Black widow spider venom is toxic and dangerous, and it would not be used as part of a medical remedy.

The episode relies on the comedic contrast between Granny's eccentric mountain remedies and the reactions of the more modern characters in the show, particularly Mr. Drysdale and his doctor. The ingredients mentioned above are used to exaggerate Granny's unconventional approach to medicine and highlight the culture clash between her traditional beliefs and the modern world of Beverly Hills.

User what about stump water ChatGPT "Stump water" is a humorous and fictional term used in various shows and stories, including "The Beverly Hillbillies." In the context of the show, "stump water" is likely portrayed as a concoction or potion that Granny believes has some sort of medicinal or magical properties. However, it's important to note that "stump water" is not a real medical treatment or ingredient.

The term "stump water" is used for comedic effect to highlight the eccentric and unconventional nature of Granny's remedies. It's part of the show's portrayal of the Clampett family's rural background and their humorous interactions with the more sophisticated and modern world of Beverly Hills.

As with many elements in "The Beverly Hillbillies," the concept of "stump water" contributes to the show's comedic atmosphere by exaggerating the cultural differences between the characters and their contrasting backgrounds.

User Jethro couldn't find any stump water so he pulled a stump out of the ground and told Granny to pour some water on it which infuriated Granny ChatGPT It sounds like you're describing a specific comedic scene from "The Beverly Hillbillies" where Jethro's misunderstanding of Granny's instructions leads to a humorous situation. In this scene, Jethro's literal interpretation of Granny's request for "stump water" results in him pulling an actual stump out of the ground and suggesting that Granny pour water on it, which understandably frustrates Granny.

This type of misunderstanding and literal interpretation of Granny's instructions is a recurring theme in the show, often leading to comedic situations and adding to the humor of the culture clash between the Clampetts' rural background and the modern world of Beverly Hills.

It's worth noting that "The Beverly Hillbillies" was known for its lighthearted and humorous portrayal of the Clampett family's experiences as they navigate their new life among the wealthy elite in Beverly Hills. The show often used misunderstandings and eccentricities as a source of comedy.

[amber-michaelson]

Behind Their Backs

Yandere Rafe Cameron x JJ's pregnant older sister x Yandere Topper Thornton

Summary: after ignoring them for months they've finally found you

Read at own risk

Warning: kidnapping

3rd person pov

It was a mistake it never should have happened now you have to lie to everyone you care about because you made a mistake

You had to take extra hours working the Kiara's restaurants having to take up cleaning up some kooks houses while having to hide from the prowling boys you hated most it was so hard to ignore but what could you do you just have to get through this.

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"Rafe please" I moaned as he and topper thrusted into me rafe was stroking and pinching my clit so I couldn't cum "you know what you have to say babe" topper chuckled and squeezed my breast "oh god" I cried pushing more into them I wanted them so bad even if it's wrong "come on say it" rafe growled and pinched harder "ok I'm your little Pogue whore ok" I yelled throwing my head against topper shoulder breathing heavily "that's our girl".

And a few weeks later I got a pregnancy test and it came back positive "shit".

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"Hey sis can I borrow some money" jj smiled as he came to me as soon as I walked inside "jj I'm soo tired what for" I muttered putting my stuff down and the groceries in the kitchen "I just need to get a little something for someone" he winked "jj I've been working all day and all week this money's supposed help my child" I said pointing at my growing belly "well its the least you can do since I'm also going to have to deal with it" he murmured leaning onto the counter he was getting on my last nerves "do you think I wanted this to happen no I di-" "when then you shouldn't have been such a whore" he muttered running his hands through his hair "out" I muttered "yn i-" "I said get out" I shouted and pointed towards the door, he sighed and left quietly leaving me to myself it was my little house and he can not speak to me like that "your already causing shit you little devil" I murmured rubbing my belly I could never really hate my child it wasn't their fault and I always wanted children but not right now and not their fathers I walked into the little nursery I made for them and sat in the rocking chair in the corner and took out my phone 'should at least tell Sarah' she was my best friend and the only kook I actually get along with even tho my brother kinda despises her I phoned her but it went to voice mail "hey Sarah um I know it's late or your busy but please come over I need to speak with you really bad" my voice was becoming a bit shakey I can't keep this to myself anymore I leaned my head against the chair and decided to take a small nap.

Rafe's pov

I walked round the house and noticed Sarah's phone 'don't mind if I do' I unlocked her phone with ease and saw a missed call "now who would be needing you Sarah" I clicked on it and the voice note started playing "hey Sarah" my throat hitched hearing her voice "I know it's late and your busy but please come over" she sounded scared 'was she in danger' millions of thoughts were running through my head "I need to speak with you really bad" I threw the phone down as soon as it ended and ran to my car dialing topper as I got in "be ready I'm coming to pick you up" I muttered and hung up I sped off, we've been trying to get to her but it's like she disappeared off the face of the earth and now we've finally found her.

yn pov

i sighed stretching out my arms as i sleepily stood up  I slowly wondered into the kitchen but stopped dead in my tracks "we finally got you" rafe growled as someone came up behind me and covered my mouth with a clothe which made me ever sleepy "your ours" was the last thing I heard before blacking out.

Rafe pov

I cooed at her sleeping figure as we layed her in the back of my car "where are we taking her" topper asked "somewhere far away where no one can disturb our new family" I chuckled kissing her cheek one last time before shutting the boot

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Okay wow, that is crazy.

Fair's fair, I promised you factory drama.

So I work in for a tiny little company that makes pleated paper window shades and markets them as "no tool install!" Which means that you hang them with industrial strength double-sided tape.

- So we've got the pleaters, which are old and cranky and varying levels of pissy about their settings (from "moderately high" to "nuclear") and also varying levels of cooperative once you get the (hopefully, supposedly) "right" settings (from "perfectly" to "begrudgingly" to "as soon as the mechanic looks away, YOU'RE DEAD.")

- Then there are the tape machines (you feed the shades into them, they apply tape to the top, with sensors telling them where to start and stop taping), which are all horrible filthy gremlin children whose only purpose in life is to stuff themselves with tape boogers and paper dust and CAUSE PROBLEMS.

- And there's a pair of pistons that push shades from one conveyor belt (that runs through the tape machine) to another, wider conveyor belt where we pull the shades off and package them. The pistons are controlled by a sensor, and GOD HELP YOU if that sensor gets dusty (on line 1, it ALWAYS gets dusty) because then it will misfire and leave the pistons hanging out in the way and cause a jam.

...still better than when it was having electrical problems and spent a couple months getting slowly worse, until you couldn't go five minutes without the damn thing jamming. Luckily our senior mechanic had a spare and was able to replace it.

(We love our senior mechanic, he is made of magic and wizardry.)

Okay, so we have five lines, and the pleaters are numbered in the order the company got them, oldest to newest. They each have their own little quirks, and our mechanics try to repair away the worst of these, but then they develop new ones. It's a fun, never-ending cycle.

Number 1: she's like a retired neighbor lady who's on every committee and chairs every social group in town. She's old, and she wants things done Her Way, but by god, she will work your ass off. She only runs at 350-385 pleats/minute, and if her speed dial went any higher, I'm sure she'd want to run faster than that. (We train new cutters - people who run the paper pleaters and cut the shades - at 200-250. 320-350 is about normal everyday speed. For years, I've been BANNED from running any of the pleaters over 400.)

- 2 is a shitshow and I'll come back to her.

- 3 is cooperative ONLY if you're running the regular width paper. If you're trying to run the extra wide paper (which is terrible and everyone hates it, not just the machines), #3 will wad absolutely everything and then sulk. This is a problem, because 2, 3, and 4 are the only machines which can run the extra wide paper (1 and 5 are smaller), and 2 and 4 are both needed to run the single packages that we do everyday, so #3 needs to be able to run the extra wide paper when we need value packs. But NOOOOOOO, 3 says "fuck your paper." Also, 3 wants to run at the approximate speed of greased lightning ALL THE TIME, and if you can't keep up, that's just too bad.

- #4 is a good bean who likes all the paper, isn't *terribly* picky about speed or settings, and is generally a joy to work with. Her speed dial reads a little different than everyone else's (570-620 for the same speed range), but that is a SMALL price to pay.

- 5 used to be called the Cadillac. Four years ago, when I started working there. It used to run smooth as glass, at any speed, from 200 to 500, with no hitches or hiccups even if you changed the speed in huge jumps.

Then it went through puberty.

Now, 5 is a surly bastard with shrieking brakes, who runs at 280-300 (330 on a *GOOD* day), who broke her pleater drum THREE TIMES in as many months. I wish I was joking. They never should have parked her next to #2 last time they rearranged the factory, that was a BAD IDEA...

Speaking of #2...

That Godawful, Horrible, Motherfucking Bitch and her Legendary Amounts of Chaos

- she is the most psychotically over-sensitive machine in the entire factory. In the city. Possibly the state. One tiny, invisible, microscopic change in her environment, and she flips out. And ruins all her paper.

- her speed dial used to be so sensitive that you would BARELY TOUCH IT and it would fly 30 +/- whatever speed you WERE going

- at the same time, if you changed her speed by more than 10, she would instantly wad all her paper

- if you did not grab her paper from EXACTLY the same spot on the table EVERY time (thus keeping the amount of paper very very constant)...anger. Ruined paper. 10+ minutes of coaxing her into cooperating. AGAIN.

- the one time a trainee mechanic was stupid enough to drop a roll of paper (they weigh over 1,000 lbs) too close to her and it ROLLED INTO HER, OH GODS she *immediately* lost her shit and it took 40 minutes and both mechanics to calm her down.

- when Jose (then our head mechanic, now retired) took a few weeks off (he's one of the VERY FEW people this pleater actually LIKES), she FLIPPED. HER. SHIT. And did this.

Girl, your paper does NOT go on the floor, cut that shit out. (I was cutting that day, and I remember FREAKING OUT because all the paper just suddenly...disappeared...wtf... Yeah, we had to call Jose to consult on that one.)

- if she doesn't like you, she'll eat her paper...AKA feed it in the wrong away so it gets jammed underneath her and you have to meticulously pick it out before you can start over.

- she spent more than a year with a warning sign, because it was easier than trying to fix her

(Meaning "you WILL load her paper so it feeds from the BOTTOM of the roll, not the top of the roll, or so help you god, she will ruin everything you love and then you'll end up fixing her paper anyway." Ask me how I know.)

- one time the mechanics rebuilt her because she'd been having problems, and she ran WORSE. They tried absolutely everything for several months, but finally had to rebuild her a SECOND time.

- when Jose finally retired and moved away, #2 waited about three months for him to come back and then ATE A MECHANIC. (Okay, technically she just chewed up his fingers a little, but he needed surgery and PT and three weeks of worker's comp. He does still have all his fingers - and can use them - so good job surgeons!)

It was on a Friday night, the last shift before Halloween, and she ran better after he bled on her. I wish I was making this up, none of us want to work with Stephen King.

- these days, the head mechanic has to come in early and start her running *special* just to make sure that she's pleating the way she should. She also refuses to run below about 380-390 (which is fast but manageable).

- the one night my shift (night shift) had to run her, we didn't have the head mechanic there because it was THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING NIGHT, HE'S ASLEEP AT HOME, so she refused to run below 500. Like a BITCH.

- when he finally came in, he was like "what speed are you running that at?!?" And I (because I'm the only one fast enough to *almost* keep up with her at that speed) answered "500 🙃🙃🙃 we can't get her to go any slower or she messes up." "We usually run it at 380. Which is still fast, but. Here." And two minutes later, she's purring along at 380, no problems.

So yeah. The pleaters are crazy.

Love small town drama. The Starbuck's near me closes down early because they can't keep staff (local dude keeps saying 'its because they unionized frowny face' and I'm like... if the manager is a piece of shite then the union didn't cause the walk-out, darlin') and someone was asking the facebook group where to get a cup of coffee.

Someone said, emphatically, 'Don't go to (local joint.)'

Local joint in question being very much a queer positive environment and specifically where all the queers hang out.

'Ok, why?'

'Neither me nor my friends go there and haven't since 2020 because they asked me to keep my mask on while all the other restaurants had lifted the mask rules and that was the final straw.'

... well.

....makes me wonder what the other straws were.

[mara-and-its-the-same]

Now we’ve got a lil one shot on our hands. Inspired by real, recent events, here’s Manager!Steve, Coworker!Robin, and Hella Anxious!Reader. Incredibly self indulgent, but I had quite a shit day at work and I like to write my feelings. Currently I've built myself a nest on a couch and I'm listening to 1D, What a night. Putting If I Could Fly on looop. All platonic because uhhh Steve’s her boss and also work relationships weird me out. Sorry to all the requests I could be working on, you're getting this instead. Only warning is that all of this is something that happened to me Tuhday (well yesterday since *john mulaney as that one kid at a sleep over voice* It’s tomorrow now. Except I work at a pet store not a video store (though it did use to be a block buster so every time something weird happens like something falling off a shelf We call it the ghost of block buster) So yeah, graphic depiction of what a panic attack looks like for me. Yolo babes, I love you all, please be nice to your cashiers

I’m not going to try and tell myself this is good, I’m just focused on the catharsis of it <3

It was fine, it was all gonna be fine. Steve would take care of it, Robin's right there with you, it's ok.

But this woman just kept arguing. You did everything right, honestly you did, you thought you did, did you? You made a mistake, the computer didn't take off her discount, she came back, brought her receipt, you asked Robin, she got Steve, he'll take care of it. You did everything right, you kept telling yourself.

You tried keeping your focus on your own work, but the unfortunate proximity of both registers was not working in your favor. Steve on the other side of the cramped space and Robin in between you. And you had your work cut out for you, especially with the line this woman was creating.

It wasn't anyone's fault, but as soon as you called Robin over you apologized for what a hassle it was proving to be. For whatever reason the computer just would not work. And she would not stop talking.

The woman you were currently scanning out made a strange face. Fuck, fuck, not personable enough. Smile, y/n, come on. She clearly saw the look of straight despair pass your face and quickly, gently corrected herself with a shake of her head and a soft smile. "It can only get better."

With the day you've had, you hope so. "Thank you. Have a good day."

"You too, sweetheart, have a good one." What a jinx that was.

You took a deep breath and smiled, trying to fake-it-till-you-make-it with the next customer, all bright smiles and holding the contempt out of your 'Hi, how are you's. But there she was, right behind you. You could only hear bits of what she was saying, "If she needed help she should have asked for it."

"She did ask for help, I am the help." Steve has a short fuse when it comes to anyone being rude to one of his cashiers. When they get short with him, patience of a saint. With you, Robin, or anyone else? Karens never have a leg to stand on. "The computer made a mistake, we're working on it. Thank you for your patience." The fact that you could hear him getting annoyed helped too, made you feel less alone.

The line was only getting longer, your hands only shakier. You were scanning the stack of tapes when you looked back at the computer. At some point it stopped scanning but you didn't know where. So much, so much going on around you. Just everything. You tried looking back at the tapes trying to figure out which one was last. No, no more.

As soon as you turned to Robin and she saw the look on your face she caught on. Vocal chords obviously failing, you raised a trembling hand and shook your head. "Go to the back, go."

You nodded and rushed into the little corner behind the door, finding your little folding chair and pulling your knees up with your feet on the seat. Chest heaving, sucking in as much air as your body would let you. Heart hammering, you could feel it in your throat. Practically mute, you dialed the only number you could think of.

Thank god both stores just updated to caller id. "Hey, kiddo. What's up?" Joyce knew it was you. You're the only one at FV that ever calls Melvald's. The only response she got was heavy breathing and a whimpered 'm-mm' with a head shake she couldn't see. "Hey, hey, what happened?"

You stretched out in the chair, tipping your head up to hopefully breathe a little better, but still all you could manage was a hum. Joyce knew she wasn't getting an answer anytime soon. "Just focus on me hun, alright? What can you see? What can you touch?"

All you could feel was something like that time some people you can’t call friends anymore shoved your ass on one of those ferris wheels from hell, the kind with the cage and the force of it flips you backwards. The seatbelt was hardly enough to hold you down and your were flying out of the seat even on the up shoot. The bar gave you bruises that lasted for days.

That, but amped up to 11.

Tension in every muscle, shaking like a leaf, your face crumbling like one too. But at least you can talk now.

“What happened honey?”

“I don’t- I- Her discount, I don’t- I dunno,” you ended with another whimper.

“You should pull a Hopper.”

“Hmm?”

“Start tapping your finger and give her a quarter, ‘Here’s your discount.”

You huffed out a whisper of a laugh as best you could, “I don’t think that’s allowed.”

“Well it should be. You ok? Feeling better?”

“My teeth hurt.”

“What?”

You can breathe again.

“Yeah, these ones, like the bottom ones.”

“How?”

You hummed something close to ‘I don’t know’ “And like, half my face feels like pins and needles.”

“You’re alright hun, you’re ok. You’re gonna be ok. It’s not worth getting yourself worked up about, ok? You didn’t do a thing wrong.”

“Mhm”

“Good, you wanna stay on or you wanna get back to work.”

“I can go.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m ok.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later. I love you.”

“See you later, Iloveyou.”

One more deep breath and you left your sanctuary. Ready to get out there with a shaky body and nervous spirit, but ready none the less. The second you opened the door Steve was right out there, be trailed off his conversation with a customer Robin was helping with a raised finger that became the palm he held out for you. You let yourself into his side, one arm around his back and the other tucked up to your chest. “There’s always gonna be one, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“You feelin alright?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, me and Robin are always here if you need anything. ‘cept she just left to go look for you. That lady was a bitch but you’re ok.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely.” He pat your shoulder before letting go. You went back up to your register and pulled your shirt sleeves tighter across your crossed arms, swaying yourself back and forth. “You even got Keith on your side. There was this one time, I forget who it was but someone was being rude to Carley and he just went ‘You’re not being very nice’ and he just kept saying it. Wagging finger and everything.” He was proud of the giggle he managed from you. “You’re not being very nice,’ then he kept going. ‘I’m gonna need you to be a lot nicer.’”

“Oh you’re back,” Robin hugged you too, full body, rocking you side to side. “Better?” you nodded over her shoulder. “Good. But you know I would fight someone for you.”

“What?”

“Mhm, no they wanna play, I’m not letting anything happen to you, nu-uh, not on my watch. I got my hair up today, I’m ready to go. I couldn’t even look at her, I was bout to snap.”

“She was glaring at the back of your head.”

“What?” Robin asked on your behalf.

“Yeah, I didn’t know it was you though, I thought she was looking at Robin.”

“And she kept saying ‘She lied, she lied’ I’m like lady, what does she gain from this?”

“Nothing”

“Exactly, nothing. Steve was about to walk away as soon as she left but you just went to the back so I grabbed him by the back of the collar. Then he was like ‘Do we have a problem?’ To the guy and I was dying laughing.”

“No, now I feel bad I ran away.”

“No no, don’t worry about it, he understood.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Said she was a bitch, too.”

Steve cleared his throat and Robin kept going. “Uh oh, look like manager Steve is in the building.”

“Yeah, manager Steve has been here since 7 this morning and he’d like to leave. Robin, you’re under strict instructions, anything like that happens again, you get her out of there. Middle of a transaction, I don’t care, you get her out.”

“Ok, yeah, I can do that.”

“Good, you alright with that?”

“Mhm.”

“Good, good. You two gonna be ok if I go?” But you both know he really just meant you.

Robin looked at you and you nodded. She said yes for both of you.

“Alright, I’ll get out of your hair as soon as Keith gets here, then we can put that lady on the do not return list. Sound good?”

You both gave him thumbs up and finally the day really could only get better.

I’m tagging you guys cus I’m sad and I need people to love me since I don’t have Steve and Robin to. @sw34terw34ther @loving-and-dreaming @beezywriting @manyfandomsfanvergent @katsu28 @steveharringtonlovesme @steveharringtonsleftshoe @new-romqntics @babyrunsforfanfic

[madaboutmunson]

Cryptic Cupid - Part 4 (Robin's POV)

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 5

Sequel to Raspberry Riddle

So this is set in a government-operated hospital after the events of season 4 but everyone is alive

Each part has a different POV, Robin, Steve, or Eddie.

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When Robin finally landed home, her hands still laden with gifts, she was all set to make a beeline to the fridge for a good old-fashioned American soda, but as she stepped through the door, something caught her eye, or rather the sole of her shoe. She opened and read the handwritten letter waiting for her on the doormat and rushed to dial the number.

"Hey, I er just got back. Is everything ok? Are you going over there?"

"Hey sweetheart, yeah, was just wonderin' if you wanted a ride over?" Wayne's voice sounds out over the line. His voice wasn't usually raging rapids of excitement, it was very much a lazy river, but today it had lost its usual soothing quality, "We're usually there at the same times. It'll save you a bit of cash, and selfishly, we won't worry so much about you travellin’ back alone."

Robin tries to lift the mood with her own pep, "That would be amazing, thank you. See you in twenty?" She enthuses and quickly runs to get changed out of her travel clothes and waits for Wayne to arrive.

He's there precisely on time, but unlike Steve, he doesn't wait in the car. Instead, Wayne knocks on the door and introduces himself to her Mom, explaining, "I know I sure wouldn't like some ol' guy picking up my kid randomly."

"We've heard all about you. We're happy to hear Eddie is finally on the mend." Robin’s mom says kindly.

Wayne nods with a smile of appreciation, "Speakin' o' which, we better get going before he notices the time" Wayne laughs, but Robin notices the laugh is one you reserve for bad jokes that you don't want to laugh at, but you do to make everyone at ease.

Once they get in the car and buckle in, Robin is straight on the case, "Ok, so what’s been happened since I've been gone?"

"You want the good news or bad news first?" Wayne offers her a choice.

"Good first, please. I'm already dangling treacherously over a pit of dread right now. At least let me clamber out a little." Robin says without thinking, it must be something to do with sitting in the passenger seat that brings out her inner drama queen.

"I'm sorry, sugar. I didn’ wanna dump this on you. I just…I wanted it to come from me in a safe environment rather than you getting blindsided by it, is all. Eddie can be a force to be reckoned with when he's like this." Wayne sighs remorsefully.

"What happened to Eddie? Is he ok? Did he come back differently?" A million scenarios run through Robin's head. She liked and cared about Eddie, obviously. She wanted him to be well, but her insides were constricting at the thought that the unstoppable force of this potentially unpleasant Eddie had already destroyed Steve.

"Good news first, right?" Wayne's fingers release and then wrap back around the steering wheel. "Steve is learnin’ new things, I won’t steal his thunder by tellin’ you before he can, though, and he’s still looking after himself well. Eddie's getting stronger. He can walk and talk great now. ‘Cept he stubbornly refuses to do much of either dependin’ on his mood."

"Is that the bad news?" Robin asked hopefully.

"Partially. He got to a mirror before the Psychologist wanted him to. She had more work to do with him first, she said. She obviously knew what she was talkin' about. The rest of us were completely blind to it because we were just so glad he was alive and back with us, you know? What was a scar on his face, right? Nothin’."  Wayne sighs, "Steve tried to tell him as much. That no one was gonna care about a scar, but Eddie did care ‘bout it, and he, unfortunately, directed all his frustration with his face at Steve and the nurse there at the time. Just verbally, but you know words can be just as brutal."

Robin sat quietly for a while. She had felt the same. Happy that Eddie was back, so what the hell did a mark on his face matter? But this wasn't really about them. They'd all looked over it. This was about how the world saw Eddie, and now the superficial people of the world had another thing to throw at him.

"Steve tried his best, Robin, but Eddie has dug his boots in. Steve doesn't need to go through that every day, I told him as much, but he won't go on home. I love Eddie with every fibre of my being, but he's grindin’ Steve down…But I think Steve is gonna feel a lot better now you're back, and if you wanna visit him, and I'm not working, and I shouldn't be for most of the visiting hours now, just call me, ok? Steve could really do with a friend around now. I always pop my head in to check in on him, but Steve only wants to talk about Eddie, and that gets Eddie pissed at me. So…" Wayne trails off rather than repeating himself.

Robin wonders how much Wayne knows about the Steve and Eddie situation and then, in turn, wonders if that's why this has blown up so big.

"How long since he looked in the mirror?" She asks tentatively.

"’bout a week", Wayne answers solemnly, then taps the wheel a few times, "but don't worry about Eddie, ok? I got that covered. He'll cave into the band visiting again soon enough. They've got some pact or something the little one is always ranting about under the door. It's Steve that needs his people. 'cept he won't ask for it o' course, the kids came by, but I think he puts up a front for them. Bless that boy.” Wayne half smiles as he focuses on the road ahead. “Where are his folks? Around town, I hear nothing but good things, but I seen nothing of ‘em." Wayne takes a breath, "Sorry, Robin. I don't normally talk this much, Just I been sitting mostly in silence for about a week. I don't know how well you know Eddie, but it ain't what I'm used to. I'm usually tired of talkin’ or bein’ talked at, you know?"

Robin smiles and pats him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I get it. I’ll speak to Steve, but I doubt he'll want to leave. His parents, I wouldn't hold your breath about them showing up. They're hardly around for Steve at all and haven't been for years." She scowls, thinking about them.

"They got a good kid like that, and they don't spend time with him? He'll be gone before they know it." Wayne says with confusion. That last part Robin knows rings deep in Wayne's heart. That's why he's here every day. 

"It's always obvious to everyone else who bothers to get to know them, isn't it?" Robin says with a fond smile.

"What's that now?" Wayne asks.

"How good souled they both are? They couldn't look more worlds apart and have different childhoods, yet there is something so intrinsically the same about Steve and Eddie. The way they take care of people, how they both can't see how wonderful they are, how they can talk for hours about the things they care about and most importantly, what a pair of dinguses they can be."

Wayne laughs out loud at that, "Dinguses? Now that's a new one on me, but I think I understand it from your tone."

“When you said Eddie is grinding Steve down, what do you mean? Are they arguing every day?” Robin wants to assess the situation she’ll be walking into before she gets there. Then, arm herself with the right things. Eddie being an asshole daily to Steve was a lot different to a hurt Eddie lashing out once.

Wayne looks forlornly at the approaching building, “No, it's not that. The boy just doesn't want to see or speak to him, and all that kid wants to do is apologise to Eddie. I tried tellin’ him all week. He ain’t got nothin’ to apologise for. It's Eddie that needs to apologise, an’ he will. He…um…he’s feelin’ self-conscious, is all. Talkin’ to people means them lookin’ at him, and he’s just equatin’ that to all sorts of nonsense right now.” Wayne sighs, “The shrink has made a lot of progress with him, and I’m followin’ her lead on it all. Eddie knows he did wrong, Robin. He just doesn't want to…actually no, that's not true, he does want to, but he feels like he shouldn't be around Steve.” Wayne huffs, “Prob’ly not explain’ myself too well.”

Robin wonders if Wayne does know about Eddie and Steve’s little crush on one another, but he doesn't know if she does, so he’s skating around the issue.

Robin and Wayne step out of the card, get their IDs checked, and get scanned and searched before being allowed in.

As they approach the hallway, Robin hands Wayne two gift bags, "For you and Eddie" She smiles.

"Well, thank you kindly, Ms Buckley" Wayne smiles as they turn into the corridor.

Robin is about to smile back when the scene before her breaks her heart. She can see Steve sitting on the floor in Eddie's doorway with his back to her, leaning against the closed door. His head occasionally moves like he's talking.

Then he must hear the echo of their footsteps down the hall, and he turns and quickly springs into action, "Robin!!!" He runs up, throws his arms around her, squeezing her tightly and spinning her around, "I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow? God, I'm so glad you're here" he embraces her again. Wayne tips his hat to them both before opening Eddie's door.

"It's just me, son. You're ok. Settle down now," Wayne says gently before locking the door behind him.

Steve pulls her into his room, a massive smile on his face and pulls her up a chair, "Tell me all about your holiday!" He says enthusiastically, but Robin can tell whilst he's pleased to see her his smile isn't entirely genuine.

“My holiday was unforgettable! Chamonix is gorgeous. There is a river that runs right through it that comes down from the glaciers, and if you stand on this bridge, there is this ice-cold breeze that comes off it. Once you are out of here and we’ve got better jobs, we have to go. You will love it there. It's beautiful and so many sports and the food, my god!” She smiles and hands him a little gift bag that he starts to open immediately, intermittently looking up and beaming at her like he can’t believe she’s here, “And speaking of beautiful things, how is love’s young dream going? It doesn't look good by the doorway scene I just stumbled into.” she says with an awkward half-smile.

Steve pulls out the t-shirt and holds it up. It's bright white, with neon bubble lettering on it saying,  My Girlfriend went to France, and all I got was this crummy t-shirt! And the silhouette of the mountains.

“We don't need to talk about that. You just got back, Rob. Tell me about the rest of your time there. Did you ski? Was it terrifying? How many croissants did you eat? Did you try frog legs? Is that even a real thing?” Steve machine guns her with questions, but Robin can see it is a vain attempt not to talk about something potentially upsetting. A facade like Wayne had said. Robin puts the t-shirt to one side, holds one of Steve’s hands between two of her own, and scoots the chair closer to him.

She looks over his face, and eventually, he meets her eyes, and she says softly, “Hey, you don’t have to do that with me, ok? We don’t do that. I don’t need to talk right now. I want to listen” and his whole body sinks slightly with a sigh as it made him smaller somehow.

“Oh, Rob, I really messed up” He looks awkwardly at her shaking his head and then casts his eyes to the floor in shame. Robin quickly rushes to move her chair again, drapes her arm around him, and hugs him into her side.

“I’m sure you haven’t messed anything up. What could have possibly gone wrong?” Steve fills her in on everything that’s happened since she’s been away.

“You should have seen his face. It looked so mad, but his eyes looked so hurt. I didn’t even think about it. I didn’t know he hadn’t seen himself, and you know, even if he had, he’s still just as beautiful, right?” Steve says in a voice close to shattering him completely, and when he calls Eddie beautiful, Robin’s heart sinks for him. “But he was right, Rob. I thought about it. I would feel like he did, and I tried to tell him that every day at the door, but he won't speak to me or look at me. I mean, it would be better than nothing if he just opened the door and yelled at me.” Steve looks down at the floor, running his fingers through his hair, “It’s almost worse than when we were waiting for him to wake up. One of the nurses caved and told me, it's not just me, though. He’s totally shut down in there. Hardly eating keeps the room in darkness. Wayne brought his guitar for him to play, but he hasn't even touched it. I would have heard it. He’ll only let Wayne or the staff in, but he’s not really speaking to them either.”

Robin examines Steve with her eyes. Wayne was right. He had been ground down to pieces of himself by this incident, “Oh Steve,” her words doused in sympathy, “Maybe it’s time to go home, huh? They must have enough data by now, and they can send someone to do the tests if they need to, right? At least at home, you know, you’ll have other things to do, other people to see, a TV and a radio” That gets a small smile from him, “You don’t need to stay here, ok?”

Steve looks at the door to his room, then back at Robin, “I know I don’t need to. I…um…” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose and runs his hand down his face, “Can I show you something?” Robin nods and waits.

Steve gets up from his chair and retrieves a book. It's about sign language. “When we argued, Eddie shoved this book at the nurse, who didn’t know whose book it was, but I did. It was Carol’s, the other nurse. Eddie signed at me one day. I didn't know what it meant, so I asked her. It was, thank you.” Steve signs at Robin, then the corners of steves mouth tug down as he tries to keep talking, “I asked if she had a book on it I could borrow so that I could communicate with Eddie more, and she said she didn't know where it was. She lied because Eddie had it.”

“Is Eddie losing his hearing?!” Robin exclaims in worry.

“No, Rob”, Steve lets the tears go, “I am. He’s been learning it for me. He must have known they'd asked me about learning, and I said I didn't want to. You know how smart he is, he must have thought I wouldn't learn it for me, but I would learn it for him.” Steve slumps back down in his chair and takes a deep breath wiping his eyes, “Open it.”

Robin takes the book at opens it, where it naturally falls because of the bookmark. First, she sees the signs for Sleep and Eat, then she notices the bookmark and takes it gently between her fingers holding it up, “Is this….” She starts, and Steve nods.

“He kept it this whole time, a whole year almost.” Steve looks at the little handmade scroll. “You know it took me ages to make that stupid thing. First, my fat fingers kept getting the matches stuck in the wrong places or to myself, and then then I tried to use a fancy calligraphy pen but got ink everywhere. I almost gave up a hundred times every time something went wrong, but then I kept thinking about how he might smile at it, solve it and jump over the ice cream counter at me.” Steve smiles fondly at the little scroll and nervously plays with his fingers. “And then I found this, and I felt like I’m so glad I didn't give up on it, you know? That I didn’t throw the towel in because I kept getting it wrong because, in the end, he really liked it, Rob. He liked it enough to keep it with him all through everything. Carol said it was one of the first things he asked for.” Robin looks closer at the scroll, seeing watermarks and dirt, “So I know I don't have to stay, and I know it’s hard here right now, but I want to stay. I just don't know what to do.” Steve takes the book back from her and places the scroll back in carefully before putting it on his bed.

Robin tries to put herself in Eddie’s shoes and piece together all the information from Steve and Wayne. Clearly, Eddie was feeling some way about how he looked. He’d see Wayne and the staff but no one else. He obviously liked Steve very much, but from what Steve said, he seemed nervous about making a move, waiting for Steve to take the next step. Wayne had said that Eddie would apologise, meaning that Eddie knows he’s messed up. Robin’s eyes move to the book again, “What about if you wrote to him?”

“What like a letter?” Steve looks a little confused.

“Hmmm, maybe, but I was thinking more like the little scroll, the riddles. The worst he can do is not reply right. It's no different from now. And…er...maybe-maybe, yeah, maybe I could make you a new tape, huh?”

“Yeah, now you bring it up, Robin, that tape….” Steve playfully grimaces at her.

“Nearly got you two kisses? You’re welcome, Dingus” Robin would never admit to Steve, well at least not sober, that the tape in question was very close to her heart. It was Robin’s falling in love tape. Just a list of songs where the music and lyrics served as high-octane fuel to the race car of infatuation. From past car discussions where Steve has been happily singing along to something, and Robin has had to tell him the horrifying backstory of the song, she knew Steve would not pick up on the lyrics, but she suspected that Eddie would. It was sneaky and underhanded, but it was clear to her from a year ago how they felt about one another. All Robin had done to their dancing around one another was change the music in the hope it might get them to meet in the middle finally.

“Uh, no! That was all me, thank you.” Steve smiles, genuinely getting caught up in their little back-and-forth argument.

Robin raises her eyebrows at him in an are you sure about that kind of way, and Steve finally laughs. She gives him another big squeeze and kisses him on the cheek, “It’s gonna be ok.”

Steve nods and gives a slight smile before moving on to his following query, “Did you come here with Wayne today?”

“Yeah, he gave me a ride, said it makes sense, seeing as we are both here the most.” Robin thinks for a minute. If Steve had information that might help Robin, he’d tell her, right? He wouldn’t hide it. “He was worried about you, you know. He said Eddie was grinding you down.”

“He was?” Steve looks at Robin with earnest surprise and then gives a half-smile, “I guess I wasn't hiding it very well. Did he say anything else?”

"Before I say anything else, are you sure about Eddie? I mean Wayne said he pretty mean to you both, and there are plenty more guys out there that aren't so…er…vicious" Robin knew Eddie was very hurt at the time, lashed out verbally, and ultimately knew he'd done wrong, but that didn't take away the fact he'd really upset Steve.

Steve huffs out a small laugh, "I agree he did want to hurt with those words, but I'm not upset because of that. I mean even when he was trying to insult me, he complimented me."

"Wait really?" Robin tries not to laugh at the thought of a red in the face enraged Eddie showering Steve with compliments.

"Yeah, he called me pretty boy!" Steve smiles fondly, "The only reason I'm ground down and upset is because I miss him. I miss being his entertainment, acting a fool to make him smile or laugh, you know?"

Robin bursts out laughing, "You have no idea how much Eddie is gonna love the fact that a previous King of High School misses being his own personal jester"

Steve laughs along with her his eyebrows raised in surprise and happiness, "I'm just as shocked as you. It was just nice, and I miss it. That's why I sit in his doorway everyday and talk to him. I just wanna hear him laugh again" Steve's smile drops a little, "I shouldn't have said it didn't matter. It clearly mattered to him."

"Wayne told me, Eddie knows what he did was wrong. He's also certain Eddie is working his way to an apology, but it sounds like he's a little stubborn, so it's a slow process" Robin rubs her hand on Steve's back in a soothing circle, "If it's any consolation, he's not let the band in either, and you know how special they are to him too."

Steve nods a few times with a small smile. Then suddenly his eyes go wide, and he clicks his fingers next to his head, "That's it!"

"That's what?" Robin says a little taken aback from the change in posture and attitude.

"You were talking about the band, and that made me think about music, and Music brought him back to me once. Maybe it can bring him back again, but I am going to need your mix tape master help. Please?" Steve clasps his hands together like he's in prayer and waits for her response.

"Sure! What do you need?" She replies enthusiastically.

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

Sinners. (Stalker!San x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING��

Warning(s): Semi Non-Con, sadism, masochism, fear kink, hair play, head shaving, complete submission, humiliation, degradation, anal, camera play, piercing, denial, chastity, Psycho!San, twisted and dark fucked up shit. Read at your own risk. You've been warned. This isn't for everyone. It is purely fiction and doesn't reflect any individual's behavior nor does it encourage it.

It was early in the morning and she was about to go to college in an hour. But instead of running around having breakfast, getting ready and making sure she had her assignments ready, Y/n was standing in front of her mirror, eyes closed as she touched her pussy and touched an electric razor to her head, imagining what it'd feel like if it was on and an imaginary 'Master' was forcefully shearing her. Like a sheep. "Ahh... Master… please..." The girl let a whimper fall from her lips, having no idea that the curtains of her room were open and someone could watch her through the window.

"Fuck…" The man standing outside, behind the PCO booth on the sidewalk outside Y/n's apartment complex whispered to himself, feeling his jeans tighten. Taking a picture of the girl before switching it to video mode, planning to send her the photo later. It had been a while now. Maybe a bit more than a while. He was ready and sure now, unable to wait anymore.

San had to have Y/n now.

He had to claim her rightfully his. Or, he felt like he'd lose his mind now. Just watching the pretty girl wasn't enough anymore. He wanted to touch her, feel her, tell her, that he knew… He knew that she wasn't as innocent as she made herself look in front of the people that knew her. That she was actually a hormonal little dirty girl. And whilst nobody knew that nasty side of her, he did. The thought made the man feel powerful. In control. Like he had a claim over Y/n.

There was no way in hell that she wasn't made for him.

Y/n got done with masturbating and packed up before going to college, having no idea that she had a stalker. The girl spent her usual regular day at college, having no idea of the storm that was coming.

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San knew Y/n were in class and that’s exactly when he wanted to send her the photo he took. A sick smirk made its way on his face and he took his phone out, sending it with the caption, 'having fun there?' He knew where she sat, a lone desk by one of the windows in this classroom, the spot he was standing in providing him a clear view of her face. Yes. The man had all the information he could gather about her memorized by heart.

Y/n was drifting off when she suddenly felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, peeking at the Professor sneakily, the girl took it out and unlocked it only to choke on her breath before starting to cough, making some heads turn which caused her to put the device in her hand away to prevent it getting seized. Her blood ran cold and skin paled.

What the fuck just happened?!

San patiently waited for the female to exit her college, her being earlier than the usual time today, however. The man grinned deviously as he texted her again once she passed by him in a hurry, his taller figure getting up to follow her.

'Will you give that show again? Would you like someone to shave your hair off? That’s what gets you off right?' It shamelessly read, making her tremble.

Y/n started to rush towards her house as she didn't live too far away from her college, not having to use any vehicle because it was barely a 10 minute walk as she nervously glanced around. She was quite twisted herself. And so, a dark part of her mind thought... things, making her start to shudder as tears welled up in self hatred. She hated the soft pounds in her southern region, overpowering the thump of her heart ringing in her ears as she reached the building and rushed in.

'What's the rush for, Princess? Are you so eager to touch yourself again? Tsk. Are you horny? Knowing someone is watching you?' San was absolutely sick in the head. Chuckling at his own text, he bit his lip and hit send.

Y/n was shaking as she read the message. Yes. In her fantasies this was… thrilling, exciting, pussy throbbing and she'd like to play like this with her top but… a legit stalker? She wasn't THAT fucked. Or so the girl belived, at least. Rushing to the curtains after locking the front door, the girl drew them while trying to catch someone's glance outside but no luck.

San had mastered the art of hiding as he watched her. It wasn't like this was new or anything.

Y/n felt hopeless. She couldn't even call the cops! What would the girl show them as evidence?! She didn't want to tell or show them this! Her filthiest desire.

The 21 year old was having a mental breakdown! All her savings were in this college. She could not run away, didn't have any friends because Y/n was a foreigner and the people of this country were rather hostile to any outsiders. Couldn't go back home because she had run away from there, which was a hell in itself, when she had received her acceptance letter.

'Aww come on now!' Her phone pinged again, and then again. 'You can’t keep the fun all to yourself!'

The realisation felt like a bucket of ice cold water everytime she was reminded of it. The person had seen her masturbating and that to the fucking… razor! They knew her fantasies and at that the darkest ones! She couldn't even text them back asking him who it was! The girl was simply too embarrassed to! What if it were someone she knew in her college or around the apartment complex!

It was a dark day and it started raining. Y/n felt tears streaming down her face as her heart beat never slowed down, more terror filling her as everything outside got dark and thunder struck.

Maybe she should call the cops... No one else would help a foreigner… She just knew it. Nobody liked college students especially that lived alone because they were 'reckless' and often lied to get a good laugh out of the elders with their friends. So no one really opened their door for a student they didn't know personally.

But what would she tell the cops?! They ask for evidence!

Meanwhile, San stood on the spot he had found. Even if it was literally the end of the world, he'd still be there. Always. She was his and he had to have her all to himself. There was no other way. The man wasn't exactly sure how he'd do it but he’ll find a way.

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Y/n called the cops at last when she started suspecting someone's presence outside her apartment. Or window… she wasn't sure anymore. And the loud thunder outside didn't help her situation. Dialing the police the scared girl told them she was afraid someone was stalking her and needed an officer for security right now. i Telling them about the texts and deciding to leave the nasty parts out, she sighed in somewhat relief when they informed that they will send an officer on the way. The student grabbed a water from the fridge and sat on the couch, taking huge gulps while trying to calm down.

Finally.

It only took some minutes before there was a knock on the door. A nervous Y/n looked through the peep hole to only cry out in relief when she saw the uniform through it. "Oh! Thank God, officer! Thank you so much! You're here!" She  was overjoyed. "Thank you! I- I am so scared!" A weak sob left her. "Please come in!"

The officer looked around the house, nodding. "I need you to calm down, miss. Tell me everything. We are here with you." His tone was professional. His name plate read 'Park Seonghwa'.

"I- I have a stalker! I don't know how!" Y/n quickly locked the door after he stepped in. "Not many people like me because I am a foreigner! I don't know if it's someone from college troubling me o- on purpose or what... B- But they've been sending me some really p- personal stuff..." She looked up at him innocently, scared.

The dark haired man hummed and nodded. "Do you maybe know the number? Have you noticed any suspicious activity around you before? Is there someone who has a motive to do this?"

"N- No... I got the first text today... I- I am really scared... I've got no one here... W- What do I do?" She told him all of it, hoping that the culprit he caught as soon as possible so she could go back to her life where she was a nobody. No one knew her and she was just another face among many others..

"Alright. We’ll keep a close eye on you. Within this period, try not to hang out too much, yeah? It is best to come directly home after college. And call us on this number if you suspect anything." He wrote a number on a paper and handed it to the shaky girl.

"Oh... Alright officer... thank you..." She saved the number gladly. And since he was supposed to stay with her to ensure the girl's safety, they sat down and Y/n awkwardly turned the TV on. Oh she never had a guy in her apartment before.

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After getting used to the feeling of safety, Y/n got up after a while, finally having calmed down as she felt hungry. Cooking some dinner for two people, she went and handed the officer one of the two plates. "You've been here since evening... Please eat." She politely smiled, softly blushing from the embarrassment. The girl was too soft, continuously thanking him like it wasn't his job.

"You're a true hero..." She giggled and sat on the other couch, totally not thinking about how handsome he was. Before a sigh left her as she was reminded of the situation. "Officer... What will happen to my stalker when you catch him...?" He knew her darkest secrets. "I am really afraid... They mentioned some... things... very private... things..." The girl finally confessed.

“Mind telling me those things, miss? It will help us with his punishment. The more detail, the better” he placed his plate down, grabbing his pen and notepad.

"O- Officer... I uh..." Y/n gulped. "I- I can't..." She felt ashamed

“Why not? We should know so we can sentence him longer in the court. This is not okay. And you’re a foreigner. So it may also come under bullying.” His tone was soft and assuring as he looked at her, concerned.

It took the student a bit of persuasion before she spoke, hanging her head low and fingers fidgeting in her lap. "I... I was being naughty with myself... A- And they took p- pictures from my window... A- And taunted me about my... p- preferences, s- sir..." She put her own plate on the table now.

The man only hummed, nodding in an understanding manner. “That’s such a disgusting thing for him to do…” Before the man continued. “You shouldn’t do those nasty things while your windows are open either, Miss… You never know who will be watching.”

Y/n was blushing hard as her cheeks felt extremely hot. "I am sorry, s- sir... I won't do it again..." She couldn’t help but reply obediently. Her sub side sometimes got the best of her.

Besides… The officer was so handsome... It wasn’t helping her situation here.

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A few hours later when it was bedtime and Y/n went to sleep in her room after taking care of her assignments and on the work she missed at school today, the officer got comfy on the couch. He was going to be here until tomorrow morning. Unless something happened. The girl was so tired she fell asleep easily, feeling protected and warm despite the terrible weather outside.

It was really late at night when Y/n woke up to a phone call.. "Hello?" It was the police, informing her that the officer that had been sent to her house had a bad ‘accident’ on the way and whether she still needed an officer.

The girl’s eyebrows at first in confusion before it sunk in and her blood ran cold as the phone fell from her shaking hands. At the same time she felt someone next to her. On the fucking bed. Pure terror filled her and she slowly turned to look at the relaxed figure dressed in the uniform. A shaky cry left her as she started trembling, literally mortified.

“Tsk... The stupid cops ruined the fun.” His voice was nowhere near that gentle and warm comforting voice now. Instead a low and deep hiss filled with nothing but mock.

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San's eyebrows were frowned when he saw the cop car pulling up. "Oh no... you did not, Princess." The male smirked and shook his head slowly as he noted that it was only one officer. Moving through the shadows, he pulled out his blade from the pocket of his pants, expertly swirling it around in his hand and toying with it like he usually did. "Now, let’s see why do you need the officer, babygirl" his voice was barley a whisper as he made his way over to the car.

San was always so slick with his movements, catching the non-existent sounds of his figure were barely audible to the human ear. Before the officer could even realise there was someone around, the male had banged his head against one of the entrance walls of the low rent cheap apartment building, dragging him into the darkness with him before stealing his clothes and then dumping his body in the river along his car.

It didn't even take him long. He was fast, accurate in his calculations and confident in his abilities. "Now, to my Princess' rescue" chuckling to himself as he climbed the stairs, pinning the nameplate reading 'Park Seonghwa' on his breast pocket before ringing the bell to her apartment.

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"The real fun is only starting" San sang as he pinned her down on the bed, holding her wrists tight above her head. "You have no idea how many nights I've watched you touch that bitchy cunt of yours." His hard bulge rubbed against her thigh.

An astonished Y/n was trembling, warm piss suddenly starting to leak out of her in pure terror as her heart threatened to burst out of the skin of her chest. Oh no! Is that what she thought this was?! It took her brain a few moments to understand it as the realisation sunk in like a ton of bricks. "Y- You... You're... You..." She could only whisper, eyes widened to the shape of saucers as an evil grin made its way on his features.

As San felt the bed getting warm, he started laughing at the girl condescendingly. "Look at you! Pissing yourself like a baby! How pathetic and disgusting! Did you really think anyone would help you, tsk?" He loved how she was shaking, the glow of her skin caused by the little droplets of sweat, her heartbeat that he could literally feel and the terror in her eyes.

Y/n started crying, the piss not stopping as it pooled inside her thighs. "Y- You're... You're the... stalker…" She whispered, still in disbelief as to how he managed that. "H- How did... How did you..." Oh God. Oh no.

The storm outside was so loud that screaming for help would just be in vain. It was so late no one would even be up...

"Baby, just like you said… I’m the stalker… I know everything about you…" His tone was sensual as he started kissing up the soft skin of her neck, moaning from how soft and delicate it felt. "Fuck! Your skin is even softer than i- it looks…" San felt himself twitch.

The girl was trembling as she slowly put it all together, staring at the ceiling as a feeling of despair and hopelessness filled her. "Y- You were p- pretending a- all this time! You're not the officer!" Adrenaline filled her as she kneed his cock, swiftly turning on her stomach and crawling off the bed before rushing out of the room. Nobody could hear the commotion. It was too loud outside.

"FUCK! YOU BITCH!" San yelled before laughing loudly. He loved this. Finally something enjoyable in his once lone and bland life. Holding his crotch, the male after her to catch the girl before she got away, catching her easily. "Where do you think you’re going?!" A smack landed on her face as punishment for what she did.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO! Y- YOU CREEPY BASTARD!" Oh she would be getting a lot of beating for this! "H- HOW DARE YOU STALK ME A- AND THEN ENTER MY HOUSE! ILL R- REPORT YOU!" As she reached out to my table to hit him with something, her hand so conveniently ended up grabbing the razor and swung it back, going to hit him with it on the head.

San laughed tauntingly and caught her arm before she could hit him and shook his head, sighing. "Now now, isn’t this the razor you were holding when you played with that tiny little cunt of yours?" The shiny object dangled in his hand.

"P- PLEASE!" She remembered the text he'd sent her. "PLEASE! I- I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE! I BEG YOU!" Y/n had no idea what to say.

"Aww sweetie…" His words were soft. Almost. "Keep your begs for the time when I'll be pounding that dirty little pussy of yours." San held her hands above her head. "You like to be owned, huh? You like to serve your Master and show everyone how much of an obedient little whore you are?"

Y/n was crying harder now, afraid because she didn't know what was going to happen. "N- No! Please no! It's not true! P- Please just let me go! I- I don't want to!" Oh but she had a being kidnapped and raped fantasy. She loved the thought of someone dangerous, like San, terrifying her and fucking her, making her into his cockwhore. And he knew it. She wanted it all. The girl loved the fear and force. But all of it actually happening was something she'd never thought of. "Please! Let me go!" How could it? A whole fantasy becoming true?

"Oh please, my little slut! Let’s not fool ourselves here. I know you love the thrill of this, I know you LOVE getting used like a worthless little toy and I will give you what you want. You can try to resist me all you want but you’ll never get away from me. You're mine. I'll always catch you. You're mine and belong with me." Her eyes were on the razor as she kept thinking about the text he'd sent.

Y/n tried to reach out of his iron strong hold and snatch the razor from him. "Nu-uh…" San sang out as he held the object above him. "What if I shaved your head while I’m destroying that slutty pussy, huh? Would you like that you little whore?"

"No! NO! NO PLEASE!" Oh… But she felt wetness trickling down her leg. Oh no.

"My my!" The man chuckled darkly. "What’s this?" He swiped a finger up her bare thigh. "God, you’re such a pathetic whore, trying to fool yourself by saying no but I know you’re enjoying this. How stupid and dumb. Stupid slut!" His free hand smacked her face before grabbing her hands again.

"N- No! No! Please stop! This i- isn't what it looks like!" Before she somehow broke free again, this time biting his hand before she managed to reach the door, trying to unlock it but her hands were sweaty and cold, fingers literally frozen as she struggled to open the locks, cursing when they kept slipping against the metal.

San pushed Y/n up against the door with the most force he could come up with and pounced himself on her, letting his hard cock feel up her ass. "Don’t fight it anymore." And with that, he pulled her pj shorts down and turned her around before spreading her legs and pushed her up against the door, unclothing his cock and aligning his tip against her vagina before forcefully thrusting into her without warning before moaning loudly, throwing his head back. "God! Such a tight little nasty cunt!" San moaned and kissed along her neck, feeling like he'd go crazy from how delicate and nice her skin tasted.

The girl moaned loudly in pain, a warm stream of blood trickling down the man's monster cock. "O- Oh my God!" A sick part of her wondered if he would also shave her head and face... "I- IT BURNS!" A scream tumbled out of her lips.

"Oh… You were a virgin? Such a nasty little thing. Everyone thinks you’re an innocent little girl but in reality, you’re just a needy little bitch! Needy for cock! All the time!" He picked her up and carried the girl back to her room while still keeping his cock in her before plugging the razor in. "Come here!"

Oh yes. Oh no! Oh… She was having a battle with herself. Did she want this or did she not want this?! "PLEASE... S- SIR..."  Please yes or please no...? She didn't even know what was happening anymore. This was fucking crazy. Her stalker who had done God knows what to the cop and had entered her house after watching her for who knew how long. The stalker that had a private photo of her and she didn't even know how many other materials. And now was on top of her like this...

"Please what, babydoll?" San pulled her in and kissed the soft trembling lips roughly, loving how good she tasted and felt.

Y/n cried against his lips, the man's huge cock still in her wet and tight walls. "I- I am scared! P- People will laugh!" Was that the only thing she cared about?

"So you want me to, but scared people will laugh?" San smirked while pushing his hips back and forth, moaning with each thrust. "Let them laugh, that will turn you on even more because you love getting humiliated. I know you too well, baby.”

Y/n had faced such rejection and hostility her whole life from different people she had trusted with her safety from time to time… this was driving her crazy. Her messy emotions got the best of her at the end of it. Her breaths were heavy. "Y- You're right... You know me so well..." She started speaking his language. "Y- You want me? O- Or you'll leave me too?" This was wrong; sick.

“No. I am staying by your side and you’re staying by me. I’ve wanted you for so long... you have no idea.” He groaned at how good she felt, biting back the whimpers threatening to fall out of his lips from the pleasure. “You have no idea just how many nights I have jerked off thinking it was your tiny little pussy, hugging my cock as you moaned and begged me for more, slut.”

The girl blushed, feeling like she was dreaming. This felt perfect… at least to her troubled mind. "You're crazy... You're scary... You made me piss myself out of pure…” She whispered slowly, a small smile making its way on her lips. “...P- Please own me... P- Please shave me... my head and face... make me look like a dumb slut... s- sir... Your dumb slut..." Her shaky hand turned the razor on for him, pussy suddenly clenching around him as she finally acknowledged the pleasure it was receiving, a soft moan escaping her.

“Mmm... that’s my good slut” San hummed and praised, taking the now on machine and placing it against her hairline before running it down the top of her head, both of them moaning, Y/n from the feeling and San from the sight of the sight of now small bristles between her locks as his hips pushed in and out even faster.

The man now shaved off another strip from the spot besides the previously shaved one, humming as he remembered something and took the machine to her eyebrows first and pressed it against the skin, feeling himself hit her g-spot as her eyes rolled to the top of her head, mouth falling open as the male erased the hair above her eyes.

"Yes, s- sir! Please make me your good slut! I- I love you! I'll never leave you! Please never leave me, Master!" She started crying out of joy, kissing his hands as her unstable emotions made her feel absolute joy. He had accepted her as she truly was. In her darkest form. “Please write funny things o- on my skinhead when you’re done. I am a dumb whore!” To her, there wasn’t a man more great than him.

“Fuck yes… That you are.” San grunted as he started to shear the rest of her long locks like one would to a sheep. “You are my dumb little slut who will do nothing but serve her Master from now on!” His free hand landed a smack on her head which was showing up more and more, nothing but thin stubble covering the skin.

"Yes I will, Master! Please! Please treat me like trash!" Y/n clenched around him, near to cumming. “Trash that was born to take your cock! You're so good to me! I wish you'd snuck in my house this morning and raped me right there! I wish you'd have shaved my head and forced me to go to college like that! It would have been a pleasure to be humiliated like that and by you!” She was literally crying out of pleasure

“Oh..” The man chuckled while panting. “I will force you to go like this baby, don’t worry.” He promised as he snapped his hips even faster, feeling himself getting close from the sight and all her filthy confessions. “And I will wake you up by fucking you every morning, making you a mess and sending you off to college like that.” It was done, the only hair on the girl’s head slight messy stubble that he’d remove with a hand razor later to reveal the skin underneath.

"Yes, please! Please always only force me and rape me! Please keep me bald! Keep me at your feet! Please feed me your piss and cum! I want to be your hand and footrest! I want to be an object for you to fuck! A bitch for you to breed! Your little animal! I JUST WANT TO BE YOURS! I WANT TO BE THE DIRT UNDER YOUR FEET!" She was sobbing as she started cumming hard, her tiny body spasming in pleasure while holding one of San's hands because it was her first time cumming from sex.

Y/n wrapped her arms around him from the intensity of it and kissed him while he played with her tits, pinching her nipples painfully as he kissed the girl back and let her ride out her high before pulling out. “On your knees!” San kept pumped himself until he came all over the girl’s pretty face and mouth. “That’s my good little cumdumpster.”

She smiled and started to kiss his cock and hands in respect, then his balls. Y/n really had truly submitted. "You're perfect, Master! Where have you been all my life?!" A pout made its way on her lips as she whined, hugging his leg and kissing it, not daring to go further up out of fear.

San was satisfied with her behavior. “I’m here now baby… And I am never leaving.” He kissed the younger one and slapped her ass lightly after helping her get up. “Lets get cleaned, doll.”

"Master, I wanna drink your piss." She shamelessly told him, not standing up, taking his cum off her face with her hand and greedily sucking at it. "A- And I wanna kiss your feet!" She was way too eager for this.

The man chuckled at her request. “You want to drink my piss? Then open up, my whore.” San held his cock over her mouth before putting pressure on his bladder, whimpering before the hot stream hit her lips.

Y/n was obediently on her knees drinking all of it after cringing at the taste a little, moaning happily. It was her first time drinking anyone's piss. She was in heaven. She finally had an owner! The girl made sure not one drop went to waste. "Thank you so much, Master! It is amazing!" The younger one stopped drinking and let his piss wet her face before starting to kiss his feet, fully in her subspace.

“You’re such an obedient little girl.” San praised, not being able to hold back the smile as he watched her, never having imagined her willingly being like this for him in such a short time period. But then again, he wasn’t surprised. “Good girl.” He cooed patting her head.

Y/n desperately kissed his hand and grabbed it, starting to cry. "M- Master... everyone leaves me... P- Please don't leave me... I- I'll die!" She almost promised him, nothing short of a maniac. Maybe she was even more twisted than San, in a way

“I’ll never leave you, you’re mine and everyone will know that.” Cupping her cheeks, he passionately kissed her, already making plans in his head about how he will modify all of her features as his perfect little pet.

The girl giggled, sucking at his lips greedily. "Master! Your piss was on my face!" She tried to get it off. "Give it back! Ish mine!" Huffing, she lapped at his piss like a needy little bitch.

San chuckled from her antics and swiped his fingers on the pretty face before holding them up against her lips. “Open up…” He let her suck on the piss covering his fingers. “Fuck... you’re so perfect for me.”

Holding his arm like a child, Y/n started sucking on his fingers greedily, smiling. "Thank you, Master!" Before she made his fingers hit the back of her throat, making herself gag and loving it all. "Mashter Mashter! Whatsh your name?" The girl questioned while deep throating his fingers.

“It’s San, baby.” The man replied with a smile, watching her choke on his fingers, her warm drool trickling down his long fingers.

"Shan! Ish sho pretty! I am Y/n!" Letting go of his hand, she hugged him which was returned with a chuckle.

“I know, babygirl.”

"M- Mashter... I- I dunno why b- but... I- I shaw a video too a- and I want you to s- shove my shaved hair u- up my assh and i- in my mouth... a- and take picturesh... Hehe I am sho naughty!" His eyebrows raised as she hid in his chest, a smirk forming on his lips.

San patted her messily shaved head. “Yes. You are, baby. You’re fucking naughty but okay. Daddy is here to help his little girl with all her little disgusting whore fantasies.”

"Y- You wanna?" Before she chirped again. "Mashter I want to be owned like an object a-nd like an animal! I wanna be like a p- piggy! A- And I want you to b- beat me and whip me e- everywhere a- and I wanna be bruished! A- And I want to be raped all the time!" She was too fucking sick and twisted but now that she wasn’t afraid of being judged, she was letting all that was locked deep down out.

“If that’s what you want, then I’ll treat you like one, baby.” San said before chuckling to himself, still in disbelief of just how fucked up she really was.

"A- And I want you to fuck my bummie and not let me cum for monthsh! I wanna be forshed to wear chashtity! I want you to make me cry and beg but you don't give in and only torture me more!" She told him. "Pleashe alwaysh shlap me and my head!"

“Fuck... you’re so naughty baby… I love it.” San almost moaned from the sight before getting a chunk of her shaved hair and shoved it in her mouth before getting his phone and taking pics of her all stuffed and messily bald like that.

The twisted girl smiled in the pictures and eagerly nodded, turning her fat ass in front of him now. "Please put hair in assh too!" She struggled to speak, smiling and posing for all of the pictures.

San actually wanted to take a video of him shoving hair up her ass and so that was what he simply did, laughing. “Look at this disgusting little dumb cock whore! So slutty and needy! Loving to be humiliated and looked like a dumb fucktoy by her owner!” He spat on her.

"Yesh I am! Yesh I am!" Y/n spoke with difficulty, showing her stuffed face and head too, arching her back, imagining herself a beauty goddess of her own kind. "My lobely mashter shaved me! And ish gonna treat me like hish trash and look! I habe hair up my assh! And in my fashe! I've got no eyebrowsh!"

“My good little slave… All mine… So submissive” San praised, kicking her ass in the camera and chuckling at her squeak, watching her clench the hair up when her pucker winked. “You’re really loving this, aren’t you?” Lifting her face, he spat on her forehead.

"I ammmm~" she whined, face red before starting to try to rub her cunt against the floor.

“Look at her trying to desperately rub her slutty cunts on the floor…” He filmed it all. Fuck. He loved seeing Y/n all dirty and submissive for him.

Drool was dripping down her chin and boobs. "Yesh Mashter! O- Onwy fow yoooouuu~" a needy whimper left her.

“Mmm... yes, only for me” San spoke and slapped her hard which the girl loved, getting even more wet and kissing his hands. "I- I... cum pleashe..." She whimpered again, loving the control she was in.

“No... get up.” San warned sternly. “You’re not allowed to cum, you’re never allowed to cum.”

"B- But... M- Mashter..." The girl pouted and whined, having forgotten that she was the one that told him that she wanted him to never let her cum and torture her like that.

“Are you talking back to your Master?” Raising an eyebrow, he gripped her chin before slapping her, making sure it was all being recorded so he could fuck her to it later.

Her pussy tingled. “N- No! No Mashtew owwiieee…” The hair in her ass and mouth tickled humiliatingly.

"That’s what I thought" San husked and threw the phone on the bed before pushing her on the carpet again. "Tell me when you’re close."

"M- Mashtewwww" Y/n started crying like a little baby, shaking and dropping the hair from her mouth because it was getting hard to breathe.

"Did I say you could drop the hair?!" The man growled darkly before pushing the hair back in. "Breathe through your nose, dumb slut!"

The girl let out a cry, trembling and sobbing as she nodded. He was rough. It was making her cry. But she also loved it and felt wet. "Yesh!" She loved being at Master's mercy.

"Good girl." He said pushing her down on the carpet more. "Rub yourself nice and hard slut." Y/n started rubbing herself as he ordered, feeling the carpet burn against her pussy but she couldn't help but love it, biting her bottom lip through her stuffed mouth. Oh… She loved it so much. The girl wanted it to bleed almost… Reaching out to hold his hand, the girl spoke. "You're sho perfect... I wish I'd m- met you when I wash l- little..."

"I wish that too baby, fuck... I’d fuck you every night while your parents were peacefully sleeping in the next room…"

"Y- You'd fuck me when I wash a little baby?" This was fucking revolting and twisted. They were both utterly sick. Y/n kept moaning loudly and getting wetter, rubbing harder and harder. "Y- Your fat cock i- in my toothlessh mouth... AHHH... I wouldn't need miwk... You'd have fed me your Mashtew milk fwom youw cock..."

"Fuck yes!" He growled as he felt himself getting hard. "Yes baby… I'd feed you my cum every day. You'd have grown up getting your nutrients from it, eh?"

"Daddy... Daddy... You'd be my Daddy? But inshtead of miwk you'd feed me youw cum evewyday? Ish the besht miwk!" She was very close and her eyes fluttered shut when he started playing with her tits and pinched her nipples before pulling at them. "Then I'd say I grew up drinking Mashtew's cock miwk! Hehehe!" The girl was too far gone.

"God, yes! You’re such a filthy and sick whore!" San knew she were close so he pulled her up. "No cumming!" It made the girl whine loudly and she fell on her face.

"Mashtewwwwww!" Before she curled in his feet, calming down a little when he didn't give in and ripped her pussy away from the carpet. "M- Mashtew... p- pleashe may I wemove haiw now...?" It was getting stuck to her mouth.

"Yes. You may, my little cum rag." The male wanted to use her mouth and feed her his cum so he allowed.

Y/n dropped it and quickly cleaned her tongue and inside of the cheeks with her tiny hands. "Bleg... hehe~" she curled in his waist, rubbing her tiny head against his chest.

"Good girl~" he patted her head before pushing her back in position. "Now use that mouth good baby…" San pushed his cock down her narrow throat, loving how tight and warm she was, making her gag from the rush of it in an instant.

The girl gagged but enjoyed it, loving it all. She quickly started sucking his cock, grazing her teeth against it and swirling her tongue. Y/n had watched all that porn for a reason. Kissing his balls, she sucked on them, whimpering from how his private hair tickled her nose.

"Fuck! look at you! Sucking on master’s cock like a starved bitch!" He slapped her again, feeling his shape against the skin of her cheeks. "You love it, don’t you?!"

"Yesh! Yesh! Yesh!" She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head up and down his shaft, sucking and whining as San rubbed the top of his foot against her pussy, smacking her bald head before pushing his cock all the way down her throat, tightly clasping the back of her head.

The man groaned loudly as he twitched in the soft walls of her throat, washing her throat with his hot semen before cleaning her up and finally shaving her head fully until there was nothing but glossy skin left before they went to bed.

"I have shchool tomorrow... Mashter do you go to shchool?" Y/n yawned as she snuggled into San's built chest, whimpering and smiling whenever the realisation of who he was hit her.

She loved being owned.

"No I don't. I will be right here when you come back, my pretty slut." San said while kissing her softly like he hadn't unleashed his sadistic likes on her.

"Why don't you go to school?" She suddenly pouted. "Then how will Mashter have a career?! You'll be poow! I dun wan poow Mashtew!" Y/n huffed brattily. She didn't really care about that, only wanting to see his response because she loved to piss off her top.

"You don’t really have a choice, sweetheart." The male gritted out. "You’re stuck with me forever. If I am living on the streets, you’re living with me."

She opened her mouth to brat but the bell rang. Rushing to the door, Y/n opened it to reveal a police officer. "Oh... hi..." The officer smiled a bit at her and asked the girl if she still needed an officer and why she had hung up when they called. "O- Oh no officer... I was just being paranoid... It wasn't anyone..." Y/n's cheeks blushed because she could see the officer was staring at her shiny bald head and eyebrows. Feeling herself getting wet as humiliation made her blush, Y/n found herself wondering what it'd feel like if he smacked her on her head. The girl's nipples got hard.

But oh... she couldn't cum!

"Okay then, be careful, Miss." He tipped her hat, nodding a little before walking off.

Y/n felt so wet. "Have a good night, officer!" A giggle left her as the man disappeared, starting to rub herself against the door up and down, running her hand against her head.

"Now, what was that?!" San deeply spoke, pushing the girl against the door, making her head hit against it embarrassingly. "Did you forget who alone can make you wet?!" The male yelled before slapping her. "You sick little exhibition loving whore! Not even you can do what you like to yourself! You're all mine! Only I can do whatever I please to your whore body!"

"Yes... You... You sir!" Y/n closed her eyes and held her hands above her head, lowering it for him to slap. "Please hit my head... Ugh... fuck me up... I want my head to be bruised... Ugh fuck! I am so wet... Please beat me!"

"What a disgusting little trash!" The man laughed, slapping her head this time. "You love people making fun of you, huh?"

"Yes I do! Yes I do!" She whined. "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make fun of me! Humiliate me! Hit me and bruise me! Make fun of me! Humiliate and degrade me! I want my whole college to laugh at me!" A loud cry left her.

"Let’s get you bruised up, then." San decided and started slapping the girl's tiny head and face until it was all red and sore. Y/n was crying by the time he was done, literally sobbing as she just fell on her knees and knocked out of exhaustion, her owner carrying her to the bed and then laying next to her knocked out form.

"Good night, my love." The male kissed her soft and red cheek before falling asleep too, holding her fragile body close to his, his slumber calm and satisfying today after so long.

.

Y/n stirred as she felt her pussy being invaded the next morning, making her stir as she felt lips upon her own and fingers pinching her nipples as her other boob was being groaped, her pussy expanding and sucking in a huge cock. San's huge cock. "M- Master~!" She whispered out when her eyes flew open and she was met with San's face. "W- What… s- so early?!"

"I promised you I'd wake you by fucking you every morning, didn't I, my slut?" He grinned and attacked her lips, eliciting an excited gigglish moan out of her as he started to fuck her fast and rough, pushing his balls in all the way.

“Y- Yes! Yes! F- Fuck!” Her eyes rolled to the back of her head from the realisation that he had been fucking her in her sleep before she woke up, feeling him twitch inside her. “M- Master! I- I… c- cum…” Y/n tried to speak, her back arching from the pleasure of him biting on her nipples before smacking her bald head softly.

“Little breeding whores don’t get to cum, baby. They just take cock and let Master use them like the cum rags that they are.” San’s cock slammed in and out of her pussy, his hand gripping her neck for support when she clenched around him. “Fuck! So tight!”

Tears welled up in her eyes as her face got red from how rough his thrusts were, how much her clit was burning for stimulation, how much her ovaries hurt to cum. “Look at this hairless little whore! Unable to even breathe without my permission let alone cum!” He spat in her mouth before turning her around and pushing up her ass, chuckling when she whined out.

“Sorry, slut. Little whores don’t get what they want around here and only please Master as they are supposed to.” Grabbing a sharpie, San started writing on her head whilst choking her with one hand, pounding her harder and harder up her ass. “Hurry up and please your Master well so we can go to an important place before you go to school.”

‘I am a bald little nasty slut. Please hit my head. I love it.’ Was written on the back of her head as the man laughed, deciding to not tell her what he’d done just yet, waiting for her to find out later when the people on campus would be warming that cueball up.

.

Y/n was whimpering as San waved at her and she shakily walked inside her college with a bald head, wearing nothing inside her skirt as she sneakily pushed the slipping ass plug back inside her cum filled ass. Lowering her bald head now that she was outside and people were staring at her new look, the girl gulped and felt herself squeezing her legs when some girl giggled at her.

Fuck… She couldn’t help but bite her lip, loving the humiliation as her cheeks felt hot.

Master had gotten her pussy, septum and nipples pierced before walking her to college. He was going to buy a special leash for that that was going to be passed through all her piercings to ensure she was in his control at all times.

Her train of thoughts was broken when a smack landed on her head by a guy passing by before he chuckled at her shocked expression. Before the girl could question him, she received a text by San. A picture message. Of what was written on the back of her head.

Widening her eyes, Y/n gasped and her hand automatically grazed against her head. No wonder the piercing lady had lightly smacked it before Master and she had laughed at the girl. “N- No… you didn’t…” She whispered in shock before one of her ‘friends’ smacked her head, making it jerk forwards.

“Cute look, Y/n.” Before she walked off to class, the people passing by gave her looks and talked about her.

Fuck… She squeezed her thighs in utter humiliation as the wind blew, making her desperately try to keep her skirt down as wetness trickled down her thigh. The girl wasn’t allowed to touch herself and not cumming was one of the rules now upon Master’s order and her foolish confession. She had a whole day to last before getting home and begging him to let her earn it.

Her ass stuffed, body owned, everyone silently chuckling at her humiliating look and getting smacks to the head like that wasn’t going to help.

“Oh, Master…” She whined to herself in despair. “What have you done?”

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[misseffect]

2 & 17 for the writer asks!

2. What's a fic that took you to a dark / emotional / difficult place?

I tend to use fic as escapism rather than to work through stuff so although I'm sure my experiences shape my writing in a lot of ways, I don't consciously utilise my own baggage very often lmao

That said, I've been trying to kill off Shepard's dad in The Normandy Detective Agency for about a year now, and I've sort of benched the project as a whole partly because it's breaking my heart to do it.

Shepard losing a parent is obviously the focus for that fic, but I think it's actually Hannah losing her life partner - especially in such an indiscriminate, violent, and profoundly unfair way - which is really fucking me up. Definitely dials into some personal fears that I wouldn't have if I was writing this story 10yrs ago.

17. What's the best engagement / interaction / feedback you've received?

If I had to pick: people liking my writing enough to recommend it to others - doubly so when it's one of my AU projects. Makes me 🥺🥺

In terms of comments, I tend to come back to the ones that pick out specific things they enjoyed - even if it's literally just one thing. It blows me away that people not only like what I write but even stick around afterwards to tell me why they liked it. Fucking superb you funky little reader.

But really, any engagement at all is 🤌🤌✨🤌✨

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[thedamageofherdays]

I read a variety of Evanstan and Stucky fics this week and revisited some old favourites. A good reading week I would say :)

Favourites are marked with a 🌻

Won't you tell me (you're scared too) by hellobeautworld @hellobeautworld [Evanstan, 6k words, Teen]

Before his brain – or his heart, in fear of it being its last living hours, Chris isn’t exactly sure which one is in charge right now – can talk him out of it, he speed-dials the most intimidating phone number he has ever set eyes on. And he had to make a lot of terrifying phone calls to a lot of terrifying people. It rings three, four times, until that familiar, always a bit hesitant, but yet so easily excitable, voice comes on.

“Hey, Chris, how are ya?"

Chris takes a very deep breath to keep from blurting out the truth. That he is so damn scared of what he’s about to do that he just wants to run away. Straight into those now a bit less heavily muscled arms, if possible.

nostalgia isn't forever by wintersoldier1989 @wintersoldier1989 [Evanstan, 904 words, Explicit]

This ficlet was inspired by a tumble prompt.

"I wish you would write a fic where… Seb comes home a day earlier than expected from filming and catches Chris watching Political Animals and feels all soft until he realizes he's got a hand showed down his pants in between all the blankets... now he either is very flattered and goes to say hello on his knees or he's a bit :( cause "so you like young me better than this old thing? *pouts*".. either way Chris is mortified at getting caught and red all down his chest :)"

The smirk on Seb’s face when he realizes what’s going on. 😏

Chris would blush furiously, that pale Irish skin turning a bright shade of red from lust and a hint of embarrassment at being caught with his hand in his pants with this particular ahem viewing material. It’s no surprise that both of them have aged over the course of their 10+ year relationship. And as much as Chris loves the grey in Seb’s beard these days, he’s always had a soft spot for his boyfriend’s baby face. It takes him back in time, reminding him of all the longing heated glances, fumbling hands and nervous butterflies.

Closer by musette22 @musette22 [Evanstan, 5k words, Teen]

The relief that floods Sebastian at seeing Chris alive and well is intense, lifting some of that debilitating weight that’s been pressing down on his chest all evening, but it’s short lived. Because Chris looks... Well, he looks unfairly gorgeous as always, with his beard and his soft, cerulean eyes, but he also looks nervous and just a little bit shifty.

The feeling of unease grows when Chris shoots him a smile that’s tense around the edges and says, “Hey, Seb. Can we talk for a moment?”

Sebastian’s stomach drops, a physical sensation that makes him suddenly grateful he hasn’t had any food all day. He swallows through a tight throat, then takes a step aside and gestures for Chris to come in. “Sure,” he says hoarsely. “What’s up?”

Chris smiles at him again, and wow, yeah, he’s definitely nervous.

“Sit down for a minute, okay?” Chris orders gently, taking a step closer, and Sebastian closes his eyes. This is it.

🌻 Soul Searching by musette22 [Evanstan, 20k words, Explicit]

So?” Scott asks after a while. “You wanna tell me how you’re really doing?”

A little hesitantly, Chris says, “I don’t know what to tell you that you don’t already know.”

“Sure you do,” Scott says easily. “How ‘bout you start with telling me why you were going around telling everyone you were going to take a break from acting, only to then sign up to two big new projects in the past month or so?”

Chris picks at the label of his beer bottle, looking a little sheepish. “Ah,” he says. “I was kinda hoping everyone’d forgotten about that.” He sighs, dragging a hand over his face. “I mean, I was honestly planning on taking a break, but then I had a couple of weeks off and I just- I just realized I would have all this free time on my hands and no one to spend it with, you know?”

There it is, Scott thinks.

🌻 I've done some things that I shouldn't have done (but I haven't stopped loving you once) by musette22 [Evanstan, 59k words, Explicit]

After the release of Infinity War, Chris and Sebastian each take some time off to recharge. Chris is staying in Scarlett’s lake cabin on his own and invites Sebastian up to come and spend some time with him. Due to busy work schedules and a number of other, more personal reasons, Chris and Seb haven't been as close lately, something which neither of them are very happy about. This mini-vacation presents a chance for them to revive their friendship and maybe (definitely) explore if there might be something more. Over the course of a week, and with a little help from meddling friends and co-stars, the boys learn to build bridges, to be vulnerable and take chances, and to stop letting fear rule their lives.

Angel in an Ambulance by deucalionsvision [Stucky, 1k words, Teen]

Bucky twists his ankle while drunk, and his flirting greatly impedes the hot paramedic's ability to examine him. Said paramedic doesn't really mind.

🌻 Rites of the Wild by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Stucky, 2k words, Mature]

When they move, it’s into Steve’s direction, and two things become clear at once.

One, the person has only one arm. Two, they’re covered in blood.

OR:

Steve is a nature photographer in an unfamiliar forest. Bucky is a maenad who saves Steve from their bloodthirsty siblings.

Fic & moodboard for Stucky Week 2021, Day 5: Alternate Universe

🌻 pillow feathers by wearing_tearing [Stucky, 2k words, Mature]

“Steve,” Bucky whispers, trying to tug at one of the blankets wrapped around him.

Steve snuffles and scowls in his sleep, bringing his legs up to his chest and effectively stopping Bucky from tugging anything. He also rubs his face against Bucky’s pillow, making a little soft sound in the back of his throat.

“Fuck, but you’re cute,” Bucky murmurs, lips twitching.

🌻 odd ways by peterbparker [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

“And it would have been an amazing night with my son if he wasn’t distracted by the hot guy on the other side of the room,” Sarah sighed, shaking her head. “He’s been looking over at you for the past fifteen minutes.”

Bucky choked on the mouthful of beer he had just taken. 

“What?” he croaked. Things were starting to make a little more sense now. 

“Right?” Sarah said, waving her hand towards her son. “He completely ignored my garden stories because he’s been making eyes at you so I decided to come over and introduce myself.”

or; Sarah Rogers being a nosey mother, Steve Rogers blushing a lot and wishing the earth would swallow him whole, and Bucky Barnes being confused and amused for 2000 words