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nevvdrinksteaa · 2 years ago

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favors pt. ii

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this is part two of this post, i suggest reading that before reading this!

this is my first time writing smut, so please don’t bully me too bad - that being said i honestly think i kinda killed it ngl

also,, i suggest listening to like real people do by hozier during the slow dance bc it was my inspo and it really helps set the scene

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pairing: mike schmidt x reader

original prompt: you’re abby’s babysitter and mike can’t pay you and asks if there’s anything you can do in return and you mention that you need a date to your brother’s wedding

warnings: 18+ nsfw smut, cheating, pet names, afab!reader (p in v) unprotected sex, daddy kink, spitting, cum swapping, throat fucking, spanking, oral (male and female), praise kink, dirty talk, choking, etc etc

word count: 6k

this is NOT proof read so if there are any mistakes ignore them! i believe that anyone of any shape or size and anyone of color can enjoy this. i don’t believe there is any description of physical appearance other than the use of the word ‘curves’ (please please correct me if i’m wrong, i don’t want to make assumptions about anything!!)

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After some back and forth with himself, Mike decided to invite you over even though you didn’t need to babysit Abby. He wanted to talk about what he needed to wear to the wedding, what time to pick you up, and if you were staying overnight at the hotel so he could try to find a sitter for Abby. He’s never been to a wedding, not one that he can remember anyway. He wanted to make sure you were both on the same page and to him, texting everything just wouldn’t suffice.

Maybe that’s just what he kept telling himself. Maybe he just wanted to see you again. Maybe he wanted to ask you just how serious your relationship was. Is there any way he could squeeze in and replace your current partner? Could he do better than him? Make you cum harder and faster than him? He didn’t even know his name and he was so envious. Jesus, he needed to get a grip, he knew if you could hear his thoughts, you would hate him.

You were sat across from Mike, crisscrossed apple sauce style on the floor. You had a few loose papers, notes you had written last night to read off to the brown-haired boy. You were trying to make sure he was following along with the description of your family. You watched him make mental notes of everything you said, nodding every once and a while. You were nervous, to say the least, you hadn’t had a boyfriend meet your family in a while.

Your family was awful, complaining and nitpicking about everything in your life, nothing good enough for them. You were the oldest of your siblings and your cousins, but way behind in your career, you weren’t married, and you didn’t have any children. When you didn’t bring a date of some sort, they made sure to call you out on that, ‘Maybe it’s just something we’ll have to get used to’, ‘single again? No surprise there’. When you did bring a date it was the exact opposite, ‘You could do so much better’, ‘that’s the best you could do? We thought we raised you better’. It was quite embarrassing.

“My mom is going to be the most difficult, she is very hostile and she loves to pick everything I do apart.” Mike visibility gulped, nodding and making a mental note to limit his contact with your mom. “I think that’s everyone. We will probably need to do some hand-holding and some cheek kisses, some pet names maybe, but nothing that will make you uncomfortable, I already feel bad enough that I had to drag you to this and-”

Mike reached over and grabbed your hand that was resting on top of the coffee table, “Don’t worry about me. I’m a big boy, if I didn't want to do it I would've just said no. I want to help you”

You squeezed his hand, softly smiling at him. “I’m going shopping tomorrow morning for a dress, I’ll buy a tie for you while I’m out and drop it off once I’m finished if that’s okay?” you pick up your phone and keys off the table, standing up feeling the little shocks of electricity poke your legs after being in the same position for too long.

“Of course pretty girl, you can stop by whenever you want” Mike scolded himself, looking straight to the floor, regretting the words as soon as they came out of his mouth.

You look up from the pile of notes you collected, feeling the soft red form on your cheeks. Pretty…

“I’ll be back tomorrow, I’ll text you when I’m on my way,” you say as you walk towards the door, “Bye Abby!” you yell to the girl sitting at the dining table, knowing you won’t be getting a response back, shutting the door behind you. Pretty…

Pretty, Pretty, Pretty.

Those were your only thoughts as you got in your car, buckled in, and started to drive.

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Mike tugged at the forest green tie you bought him trying to make the placement look presentable. Mike hated ties, associating ties with job interviews, sitting in uncomfortable chairs trying to look and sound better than he would be on his first day of the job, just to be there a few miserable weeks until he inevitably gets fired. Nothing good ever came from Mike wearing a tie and he was hoping that you were the solution to solving that problem.

He was combing his curls when he heard a knock at his door, “Abby, get the door, she’s here!”

He heard her desk chair slide against the floor, her little feet fast as lightning to get the door for you, giggling the whole way.

“Oh wow,” the younger sibling looks at you in awe “You look beautiful like a princess!”

“Awe, thank you, Abby” You walk through the doorframe, “Mike are you ready? We need to leave in the next ten if you want to drop Abby off and be on time!”

He walked out of the bathroom, flicking the light off as he exited and looking down the hall, about to tell his sister to put on her shoes he stopped in his tracks. He couldn’t look anywhere but you. ‘Fuck’ he thought, ‘you look so beautiful’ Your hair done just right, a matching green mid-length dress that was tight to your curves, hugging every inch of your body, strappy silver heels that he knew would make you slightly taller than his small frame. Abby was right, you do look like a princess.

You suddenly noticed Mike's eyes on you, pulling away from your conversation with Abby, feeling slightly bad for cutting off her story about her new robot animal friends. “Is everything okay?” Mike didn’t answer, zoned out in his thoughts, “Do I look that bad?”

Feeling super self-conscious, you start to fold your arms on your body, trying to hide as much as possible. Mike immediately notices your body language change.

“No, you look so beautiful. That dress fits you really well.” Mike spoke softly, afraid of looking anywhere other than your eyes as if you’d be able to read his mind if he looked away.

“Thank you, Mike, you don’t look so bad yourself.” You eyed him up and down, his brown curls more pronounced, uncommonly neat, and taken care of, his matching tie slightly crooked, a small white handkerchief pinned to the front. “Very handsome”

Abby pulled you both away from your thoughts, finding it silly that you both just stared at one another not really speaking in full sentences. “Why are you guys looking at each other like that, it’s weird.”

Mike looked away first, embarrassed that a child called him out, “Abs go put your shoes on and grab your stuff, we’re going to be late.”

“Can’t I just come with you guys? I’ll be good, I promise!”

“I’m sorry Abby, my brother doesn’t want any kids coming, this is an adult party,” you say trying to make her not feel so bad, “but I promise you’ll have so much fun at Vanessa’s, don’t tell her I told you her secret but she’s buying pizza AND cookies”

The younger sibling looked at you with big eyes and a toothy grin, scurrying off to her room, singing ‘pizza and cookies’ over and over until she made it to the doorway.

“Ready?” you asked Mike as you started following Abby to the car, Mike grabbed his wallet and locked the door behind him as he followed you to your car.

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The car ride wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be, at first it was small talk, Mike asking questions about your job and your boyfriend, Parker, and what he does for work.

You turned into childhood stories, you telling him about your first kiss, which was with your middle school boyfriend and you both came in way too fast. “There is no way you broke your tooth!” “I did, It took me three weeks of it missing before my parents could get an appointment for me to fix it.” you reply giggling, “I had the worst lisp and it was the most embarrassing time of my life.”

“I’m sure it was cute, I would have loved to see it”

“You would’ve laughed at me, my brother called me Mike Tyson for months, even after I fixed it.”

Mike chuckled as he turned into the venue, trying to find a parking space. The hour-long drive went by quickly. Now your nerves were starting to appear, seeing all of your perfect family congregating at the entrance and talking with each other, wearing expensive clothes, topped with expensive jewelry. Not ready for them to pick apart your looks, personality, and everything else that they can think of. Mike noticed your anxiety and grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly.

“We could always go back if you want. We can sleep over at my house and order some Chinese food.”

“As great as that sounds, my brother would probably beat me up over me missing this” You squeezed Mike’s hand, “Let’s just go and get this over with.” You step out of the car and grab your purse, waiting for Mike at the front of the car, he collects his things and stands in front of you. You grab his tie, quickly straightening it. You finished and looked up at him, keeping your hands on his chest. You looked up to Mike, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you two were so close together.

You never noticed how nice Mike’s body was. He was always wearing something baggy, usually torn, his black suit was the nicest you’ve seen him in. ‘He was so handsome’ you thought. You pulled your hands from his chest, “Ready?”

Mike grabbed your hand, face turning a light shade of red at the intimate contact, interlacing both of your fingers together. Smiling to himself, “I’m ready”

~~~

The ceremony was beautiful. Everything seemed to go perfectly for your brother and his new wife, watching the two from the front row. Mike wrapped his hand around your waist during the vows, handing you his handkerchief after watching you shed a few tears. You leaned into the contact, feeling comfort in Mike’s arms. You stand up with everyone else and watch your brother and his wife walk hand in hand down the aisle, cheering and clapping loudly. After a few moments, you and Mike followed your family, grabbing his hand instinctively.

You find your seat at the table, set down your purse, and ask Mike if he wants a drink from the bar, making your way up front after he answers. You turn around with your drinks, stopping when you see your mom sitting next to Mike at your table.

‘Oh shit,’ you muttered to yourself, slowing your pace and hoping she’ll be gone by the time you make it back. You try to read her as you walk back, her face is soft as Mike speaks and suddenly they both start laughing. No one you’ve ever dated has ever made your mom laugh, she looked nice like that, you haven’t seen her like that since before her divorce.

You sit on the opposite side of Mike, handing him the glass. “Hi, Mom”

“Hi sweetheart, you look nice!”

“Thank you” You were stunned, you couldn’t remember the last time your mom complimented you.

“I was just talking to Mike, he’s the sweetest thing! He was just telling me about his sister. She sounds so cute.”

You looked over at Mike, who was smirking towards you. He stood up, telling you both he was going to find a bathroom, squeezing your shoulder softly as he left the table. You smiled at him and watched him walk away.

“I like him!” your mom finally spoke, once Mike got far enough away

“Really?”

“Of course, he’s handsome and he’s funny. He seems to like you. I think he’s a good fit for you,” you shivered at the nice comments from your mother, not often hearing such things. “You better not screw this one up.”

“Thanks, Mom, I won’t”

You smiled at her as she walked away telling you she was going to find your aunt to talk about how ugly the centerpiece arrangements your brother’s mother-in-law picked out were, you laughed, there was your mom.

You sat there alone with your thoughts. You were thinking about what would happen if you were actually with Mike. You could imagine coming home to him after work every morning, making him and Abby breakfast, and falling asleep with him after a long day. You don’t do that with Parker, you hardly see him, his job keeping him away from you for weeks at a time.

Mike sat back down, disrupting your thoughts. “How did I do?” motioning towards your mom, who was across the room rolling her eyes at something your aunt said.

“You did great, she really liked you. She didn’t say anything negative the whole time she was at the table!” Your eyes were wide, excited to tell Mike how the unusual interaction went.

Before he could reply, your brother and his wife walked into the room hand in hand, getting set in the middle of the dance floor to start the first dance. A slow song started to play, and they danced hand in hand, him twirling her around every once in a while. The song finished with a kiss, everyone cheering for them and they started to wave at everyone to come up and dance, the song changing to something more upbeat. You grab Mike’s hand, rushing to the middle of the room. You both started dancing, laughing at how bad dancers you both were.

Eventually, everyone was called back to the tables as dinner was about to start. You sat down next to Mike, taking a sip of your water, laughing about something he said as you both sat down.

“I’ve never danced like that before,” Mike said after finishing off his water, slightly out of breath

“God, me either. I’m exhausted and my feet hurt”

“You want me to rub them for you baby?”

“Maybe later,” you winked, smirking towards him.

Mike smirked back, knowing that he would hold you to that. He watched you all night, watching the way you danced, swaying your body to the beat of every song, slight sweat growing on your body, the way your eyes squinted and you threw your head back every time someone said something funny. You looked so beautiful and in your element, comfortable and confident.

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After dinner you walked up to the DJ, whispering a request for him. He smiled, picked up a mic, and started to tap on it lightly, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“ladies and gentlemen, with dinner wrapping up, I’d like to slow it down just a little bit”

Like Real People Do by Hozier started playing.

Mike watched you walk back to the table, standing next to him putting your hand on his shoulder. “may I have this dance, sir?” you say holding out your hand, giggling to Mike.

“of course, m’lady,” Mike says, holding your hand and leading the way to the floor. He took one of your hands in his, his other one holding tightly on your waist. You both start to sway with the music, looking towards Mike who starts to speak.

“I think we’re going to be the only ones to dance to this song.” You looked around noticing everyone still placed in their seats, eyes glued toward you both.

You nodded, staying silent and continuing to move around. You move both of your hands up to his neck, interlocking your fingers behind his head, him holding you close at his waist.

You just stared at him in disbelief, days ago you remembered him telling you he doesn’t dance. Now here he was, slow dancing to your favorite song in front of your entire family. He looked into your eyes, they were softer than you’ve ever seen them. He looked comfortable, happy, relaxed. He looked towards your lips, licking his own.

‘Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips,

we should just kiss like real people do.’

Using all the confidence you built tonight, you leaned your head forward to Mike’s, kissing him softly. Mike didn’t waste a moment, kissing you back with so much passion. This was the best kiss you’ve ever had. You both grinned at each other as you pulled away. You stepped closer to him, resting your head on his chest. All you could think about was his lips on yours, how you wanted this moment forever.

“Thank you for coming, I’m having a great time, and my family really likes you”

“I’m glad I could help, I’d do anything for you”

The song finished and you reluctantly pulled away from Mike, you heard a few people clap and you looked up from his gauze, noticing your family was grinning, smiling, throwing a few thumbs up in your direction. You laughed and bowed towards everyone, walking back towards the table.

“You want to go back to the hotel room?” Mike asked, taking the cue from a few of the other guests grabbing their belongings and saying their goodbyes.

“Yeah, let’s go” You grab your stuff and head up to the table where your brother and his best man are sitting, telling him to stand up to hug you goodbye.

You hugged your brother, giving him congratulations as you did so. He whispered in your ear before he let go. “I like him a lot more than Parker”

You just smiled and held a finger to your lips. “I do too but don’t spill my secrets”

You grabbed Mike's hand and walked to the front of the venue, he stopped you outside, bending down to take off your shoes knowing they weren’t very comfortable anymore. The small action makes you blush, thinking about how kind it was of him to remember the conversation from earlier. He held onto your shoes for you the entire walk down to the car, the cold grass feeling cool on your skin. He opened the car door for you, waiting for you to get in before shutting the door for you.

You were in our own world as he drove down the road to the hotel. You were thankful that Mike was here with you, you couldn’t imagine yourself being with anyone else right now and that was a problem. You had a someone else, who right now didn’t exist to you, and you racked your brain on the best way to end it. You in good conscience, couldn’t continue your relationship with Parker, ready to end it with a quick text right then and there and deciding to at least wait until the morning.

“Your brain okay?” Mike jokes, pulling you from your thoughts, “You’re thinking way to hard about something over there and you better not let it ruin your night, you’re mean when you’re cranky”

You giggle, looking into his coffee colored eyes, getting super serious grabbing his hand and squeezing, “Nothing could ruin tonight”

~~~

You threw yourself down on the bed, lying down while mumbling something about needing a shower. Mike set the overnight beds on the table in the corner of the room.

“You can take the first shower if you want Mike, I might take a nap while I wait”

Mike chuckled and started to collect his things for the shower, glancing over at you, laying on your back with your feet hanging off the bed, hand over your eyes to cover the light in the room.

Mike was sad the night was over, wanting to continue to be close to you in every way imaginable. He saw the strap of your dress had fallen on one side, the dress slightly raising higher and higher on your thighs with every swing of your legs.

“You know,” Mike started, You pulled your arm away from your face, turning your whole body to look at him, humming in response, “that massage is still on the table if you want one.”

You felt your body get hot, the thought of Mike rubbing all over your body started to turn you on, and you felt butterflies form in the pit of your stomach.

“If you’re willing, I wouldn’t turn you down.”

Mike moved across the room embarrassingly quickly, wanting to touch you before you changed your mind. You chuckled at his eagerness, knowing he wanted this as much as you did.

“Lie down on your stomach, I’ll give you the best massage of your life.”

You flip over on your stomach, arms crossed with your head resting on top of them. Your breath hitches when you feel Mike’s hand touch your calf, putting pressure down with his thumb making small circles.

You felt yourself relax at his touch, every grip of his hands pushing you into a frenzy. You hummed when you felt his hands move from your calf to your thigh, his grip getting stronger and tighter when he realized you weren’t going to stop him.

Mike heard your soft moans as he pressed into your skin. He loved hearing your sounds, he felt himself growing hard in his bottoms knowing he was making you feel so good. He moved to your back starting from the bottom of your back, headed towards your shoulder blades.

You leaned up to sit on your knees, making Mike stop in his tracks.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” seeing Mike upset and immediately thinking the worst, you put a comforting hand on his arm.

“No, it felt amazing, I just felt like something was in the way” You reach behind you, gripping the zipper of your dress and slowly pulling it down. You slipped the straps of the dress down, the top of the dress slipping below your breasts. You looked up at Mike, his eyes hooded and glossed over. ‘holy shit’ he says low, so low you can barely hear it.

“What's wrong baby, you’ve never seen boobs before?” You see the clogs in his brain turning, trying to form words, occasionally looking down from your face to take a quick glance at your exposed nipples, hardening in the cold air.

He leaned down to your face, his lips barely glazing yours, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, his other hand reaching to pinch your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. “Is this okay?”

You nod in response leaning forward, closing the gap between you two, kissing him with so much need. You let your hands travel to the buttons on his shirt, finishing and sliding the top down his shoulders.

Mike was quick, thinking about this moment one too many times, thinking about your boyfriend and how he’s going to make you forget about him, thinking about if this were the only opportunity he would ever get he would make sure to go all out, making sure you dream about him the way he does you.

He pulls away and pushes you down on the bed, he pulls the dress down your legs removing it the rest of the way and tossing it down to the floor. “Tell me if anything gets to be too much.”

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He toys with the lace on your underwear, leaning down to plant kisses on your thighs.

You feel his fingers move down to touch your clothed clit, rubbing softly. You push your hips up, feeling your body feel with need, wanting more.

You lace your fingers in his hair as he starts to leave hickeys on your sensitive thighs. “Fuck Mike I need-” You take a deep breath unable to formulate words.

Mike looks up from his place on your thighs, moving his head towards your pussy. “Tell me what you need, pretty girl.”

The name sent butterflies in every part of your body, you could feel yourself growing needier every second passed by. Your nipples were painfully hard and you could feel how soaked you were through your underwear. He continued to rub your clit, underwear molding to your shape.

You took a deep breath, tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes “Please more, I need you to touch me, however you want. just need more”

Mike pulled your underwear to the side, finally touching you, fingers falling from your clit to your dripping hole. “Look at this pretty pussy, s’all wet just for me?”

He pulled his finger away and placed it in your mouth, “Suck” You leaned forward sucking his fingers with everything you had, swirling your tongue around.

Mike looked up from your pussy, peeping up from his eyelashes to watch you suck his fingers. He was painfully hard, thinking about your mouth around his cock, eyes full of tears and drool dripping from your swollen lips.

He leaned down to lick from your hole to your clit, taking his time. He wanted you to know that you were the only thing on his mind, and you did, he started to eat you out like he was starved and this was his last meal. pulling you close until his hands gripped your thighs so hard you were sure to have bruises, nose rubbing your clit, everything adding up to the knot in your stomach.

“Fuck baby, you taste so fucking good. Could taste this pussy every fucking day.” You tugged on his curls harder, each word spurring you on, getting you closer and closer.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close”

He hummed and added a finger to your tight hole “You going to cum for me, baby? Cum on my mouth like a good girl, so good for me”

Your thighs squeezed him as you came, letting out a loud moan. He continued to lick and suck, drawing your orgasm out longer. It started to become too much and you pulled him back to face you. You kissed him, feeling his wet stubble on your face, reaching your hand down to his pants and rubbing your fingers over his clothed cock.

With shaking hands you started to undo his belt, flipping you both over until you were between his thighs. Pulling his pants down, Mike kicked them off, and you stared at him in awe at his size. You took him in his hand, starting to rub slowly, not breaking eye contact.

He grabbed your face, and squeezed your cheeks together, forcing your mouth open “Can I?” You stuck your tongue out in response, eyes full of lust.

Suddenly a long trail of spit left his and entered yours, “Use it, pretty girl” You kept your mouth sitting up on your knees to get face to face with his cock, and you let the mixture of spit fall from your mouth, making a mess on his lap. Your hand started to move quicker with the added lube, you leaned forward. Licking from the bottom all the way to the top, one of your hands leaving his thighs to make your way to his balls. You started to tease him and sucked only the tip, Mike's hips jerked forward in response, forcing you to take more in your warm mouth.

You started to pick up your pace, taking in as much as you possibly could his groans spurred you on to take even more, “‘s so fucking sexy seeing my dick in your mouth, want to fuck that throat so bad” He collected your hair into a makeshift ponytail, grip tight. You pulled off looking above you to see Mike’s tightly closed eyes, your hand replacing your lips, keeping pace with what you made with your mouth.

“Do it”

Mike opened his eyes quickly, “Are you sure?”

“Stand up and fuck my throat baby, ‘s alright”

Mike stood upright, keeping his grip on your hair as you shifted your body around to get comfortable.

“Just smack my leg if it gets to be too much pretty girl”

You nodded in response, wasting no time opening your mouth for his cock, placing both hands on his legs, gripping tight in preparation for what was about to come.

Mike went right to work, shoving in and out quickly, getting spurred on by the tears and sounds coming from you. Pushing your head back and forth in a bobbing motion, gagging every time he pressed as deep as possible.

“Look so pretty with my dick in your mouth” He pulled your mouth off him, and you moved your hand from his thigh to stroke him. He took a moment to look at your cockdrunk expression. Lips puffy, tear-stained cheeks, your chest breathing in and out heavily. “You going to let me cum in your mouth baby? Tell me, pretty girl, tell me what you want”

He felt your grip on his dick tighten, you moved one of your hands to touch yourself over your lace panties, feeling your wetness soaked through at his words. “Yes sir, want your cum in my mouth.”

You went right back to work, lips wrapping tightly around his dick. You gave him head as your life depended on it, needing to see how he looked while he came, what sounds he’d make, what mess he'd make.

You started to feel Mike’s hips falter, his once strong movements becoming staggered and you knew he was close. “Fuck- I’m coming. Fucking take it.” You looked up at him, dick pressed far down your throat, feeling the hot liquid start to seep out the sides of your mouth. “Swallow all of it. That’s my good girl”

Mike let go of the grip on your hair and pulled out of your mouth, wincing at the overstimulation. He pulled you up to lay on your back on the bed, leaning over you. You watched Mike’s fingers on your thigh, collecting the spilled cum that fell from your mouth, and placing them in his mouth. The salty liquid kept in his mouth until he leaned his lips towards yours, you opened your mouth with anticipation. A long string of cum filled spit falling into your eager mouth, gulping instinctively.

“Had to make sure you swallowed all of it” he murmured before pressing his lips roughly to yours. You laced your fingers around his neck, pulling him down further, needing to be closer to him. You moaned when he pulled away to start kissing your neck, sucking and biting to mark you up. He pulled your underwear off and started to rub his dick against you, feeling your hips joining him in the motions.

You were in a state of bliss, never even thinking this feeling was a possibility. Mike handling you like his own personal fuck toy, marking you up to show you off, his cock grinding against your clit like he was going to cum just like that. You push him off of you, flipping him over to get on top, straddling his thighs. You lined his dick up to your entrance, going at a slow pace to adjust to his size, stopping to steady yourself when you got to the end, hands on his chest with your eyes closed.

Mike was patient, as much as he wanted to destroy you and your tight pussy, he wanted you to feel good. He kept one hand on your hip, keeping you steady, moving the other one to your clit, trying to help get you comfortable. Almost immediately you moaned and started to move your hips, painfully slow up and down.

“You look so beautiful like this, stuffed full of my cock.” Mike’s hands moved to your hips, helping you move faster and faster. With your pretty tits in his face and your tight cunt wrapped around him, eyes rolling back in your head and your moans loud enough the entire hotel could hear you.

“Fuck daddy, you feel so fucking good” Mike groaned at your voice. The name causes him to rut his hips up to meet yours, causing you to fall forward, holding onto his shoulders. His pace was fast and rough, hands in a tight grip on your sides, nibbling on your neck as he pounds into you, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. “You going to cum on daddy’s cock? Let me feel you, baby, show me how good I make you feel.”

“Gonna cum daddy, s’ fucking good” You moan in his ear, nails digging into his skin as you come undone, mumbling a string of thank yous. Mike’s movements start to slow down, trying to give you a moment to recover.

With your breath heavy, you bring your lips to Mike’s as you slowly pull off of him. You pull away from the kiss and both hiss at the loss of contact, you sit up on your knees, locking your eyes with his own.

“Want you to bend me over,” Your voice is soft as you slowly start to bend over, arching your back “and make me take it hard.”

He is quick to get behind you, taking his dick in his hands and rubbing it up and down your wet slit. “my pretty fucking pussy” You push back at his teasing movements, clit pulsing and eyes rolling back.

“Mike please”, you beg. He brings his hand down and suddenly you feel a sharp sting on your ass, yelping in surprise. “Come on pretty girl, you can do better than that.”

“Daddy please, I need you- need your cock. Need you to fill me up and-” Your words were cut off, Mike pushing deep into you, moving quickly, causing you to lose your breath.

He grabs your hips and starts to pull you back onto him as he slams deep inside, hitting that spot inside you. “Fuck baby, taking it so good for me”

He grabs your hair in his hands, pulling your back to be flush to his chest. He nibbles at your earlobe and places his hand on your neck, squeezing lightly.

The feeling was unbearable, the room filled with deep breaths and skin on skin. Goosebumps cover your skin as Mike’s grip on your throat gets tighter. You could feel your orgasm approaching, tears forming in your eyes.

“Taking me so well baby” You moan, his praise pushing you closer. “Tight little pussy fits so well around my cock”

“Fuck- ‘m cumming” You feel your body unravel, thighs shaking as you start to see spots. Mike lets you go and you fall forward. He gives you three deep thrusts before his pace starts to fall, signaling he’s close. “Me too baby, me too”

He gives one last deep push and releases deep inside you. You both lay there for a few moments, panting and euphoric. He groans as he pulls out and you turn to lie on your side, watching him as he walks to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm washcloth, wiping you down. He sets it on the table once he’s finished and sits down beside you, moving your head so it can rest in his lap as he starts to play with your hair.

You lean up to kiss him, biting his lip as you pull away, smiling to yourself as you notice he’s growing hard again. You stand up, legs slightly wobbly. “Care to join me?” you smirked towards him as you sauntered towards the bathroom, hips slightly swinging. Mike watches as you walk away, eyes lingering all over your body. You turned to face him as you reached the doorway, waiting for him to follow you.

“We’re definitely going to take advantage of the late checkout” He chuckles as he stands from his spot to start round two in the shower.

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bad268 · 1 year ago

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hooray! maybe you could do about their acl injury recovery journey together, or them winning a trophy (in their respective leagues) and celebrating together, or fans finding out about their relationships + their reactions. those are just a few ideas x

Snapshots (Pablo Gavi X Barca! Reader)

Every Step of the Way universe

Fandom: RPF/FCB

Requested: Clearly (AHHH I LOVE THEM I LOVE THIS)

Warnings: None

POV: Third Person (She/her)

W.C. 1662

Summary: Snapshots of Gavi and Y/n's recovery

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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Recovery

Recovery is a strange thing. Half of the time they spent thinking they would never be able to step on the pitch again. Other times were spent thinking they were SO ready to get back to playing. Usually, it would alternate days as if the universe was saying, “Hey you’re doing great!” and then immediately switching sides.

Her recovery was different from Gavi’s entirely. The tear on her ACL was substantially more serious than his. The fact that her injury occurred a month prior did help in her favor because they were almost on the same healing schedule at that point. They took their first steps together, walked onto the grass together, and were cleared to play within days of each other.

Most of their days were spent in the same cycle. Rehab and not fucking up their legs any more than they already did. There was one day when they both thought it would be okay to gently kick a ball back and forth while sitting. However, neither midfielder remembered how competitive the other was.

“That was so close!” She shouted as she moved around in her chair after the futbol hit the leg of the chair before rolling to the side. “I was this close!”

“How could you miss that?” Gavi teased as he stretched his good leg to get the ball back in front of him. “I wasn’t even watching.”

“Oh shut it,” She seethed in joking rage as he kicked the ball with a little too much speed. She could not help it. Instincts kicked in, and she immediately used her injured leg to kick it away. Just as quickly, she regretted it. She clutched her leg as she let out a curse, “Shit!”

In response, Gavi moved to help her and consequently learned just how much pain she was in as he put pressure on his leg. That was when they both knew it would be a difficult recovery.

First Steps

Their first steps were taken together. Sure, they did not look pretty, but they were together. They stood side by side holding hands until Gavi’s knee gave away, causing both of them to crash down. Neither was injured further, but it made for a funny story afterward.

The first time they were both able to make their first steps was a different story. As a joke, Y/n sat at the end of the bars that Gavi was walking between and semi-holding himself up on.

“This reminds me of when I was helping my sister teach my nephew to walk,” She joked as Gavi took cautious steps toward her.

“Did you just compare me to a toddler?” Gavi snapped back in disbelief. “I’d like to see you try it! It’s not as easy as it looks.”

“I’ll gladly show you up,” She laughed, standing up and swapping places with him with the help of their physical therapist. “Watch and learn, baby.”

Her first steps did not look perfect by any means, but they were first steps without the bars holding her up. They looked better than Gavi’s attempts, and that was all that she cared about.

“This shit is easy peasy, pumpkin peasy, pumpkin pie, motherfucker!” She laughed as she flopped down onto the chair as soon as Gavi stood up to try again. “Beat that.”

“What was that? Three steps?” Gavi teased as he briefly kissed her lips before turning around and walking four steps away from her without the bar. Then, he turned around and smirked at her, “I think I beat your record.”

First Game Back

It was the same situation for the two of them Their teams wanted them to sideline them for an extra few matches as a precaution. The two midfielders had some objections, but ultimately, it was probably for the best.

The first game back for Y/n was in Barcelona. She did not make any sort of announcement about her return to the green. She just let the journalists pick up on her walking into the stadium and let it all go out naturally. Her socials began flooding with mentions and support as soon as the pictures dropped.

It felt good to be back with her team. Sure, they all hung out outside of the game, but it was just a different feeling being on the grass with them.

Neither of the midfielders were playing. They were to sit on the bench and be cheerleaders basically. It was funny. Not something either player wanted, but it was the closest they could get to being on the field and playing.

Plus, they got to cheer on their friends. What’s not to love about supporting their friends? There was also a multitude of videos and edits of them doing the same things from their respective games. Some fans put the two clips side-by-side to show the similarities.

One in particular was when Pedir and Y/n’s closest friend scored a goal in their games, and both Gavi and Y/n jumped up to congratulate them. However, they both jumped on their legs wrong and sent a jolt up their leg. Like clockwork, both players immediately felt the effects, and slowly sat back down.

First Goal

For the first few games back, both teams were afraid to pass the ball to Gavi and Y/n. It was not because they thought they were not ready. They were just scared the two would get injured once again. Every member of the team saw the flashbacks of their valued midfielders, and they would always hesitate to pass the ball their way.

That is, until the semi-finals. Both teams made it, and they were fighting their own battles. Yn’s team was about to draw. Both teams had been incredibly competitive, and neither team was able to get a goal in. Y/n knew they could not end in a draw. If they did, their team was sure as out of the cup.

Y/n decided to do a semi-risky move and took off down the field. She ran away from the opponents just as one of her teammates gained control of the ball. Y/n was the only one open, so the team held their breath as the ball was passed to her. Just like before her injury, she took off with the ball and got it into the net without anyone catching her.

Y/n did not even realize the time had run out as her teammates swarmed her and the fans stormed the field. Her goal secured their spot in the finals. It was not until Gavi grabbed her and lifted her off the ground that she noticed everyone around her. That goal went down in history.

Gavi’s first goal, on the other hand, had a slightly funnier take. It was not like his team did not have faith in him. He was nervous to screw up. He was throwing every single one of his practice shots, and the team was starting to get worried. They needed him in this game, and if this was how he was performing, they were screwed. Gavi ended up getting pulled aside by Pedri who tried his best to give Gavi a pep talk, but it was interrupted by the start of the game.

Once he stepped foot on the turf, it was like all of his insecurities vanished. He started off strong and finished off strong with one goal and one assist. That was all he needed to get out of the slump and back into the right headspace for his team.

Not to mention, he and Y/n celebrated after their respective games back.

Back to the Grind

During the off-season, the two did not stop training. Obviously, coming off of a possible career-ending injury, they both wanted to be in peak physical condition for the start of the season. They did, however, take a small getaway right after their last matches. Fans and teammates thought of it as a celebration of the end of a good season since many of the other players also took a holiday during the same time.

Many of their teammates went to parties together, some went to see their families, and some went to just go somewhere. Gavi and Y/n, though, went alone to a remote beach. They may or may not have rented out the whole resort of villas, so they would have the privacy to just relax without the eye of the public on them. After having a very public injury and recovery, this was something they knew they needed to get back into the mindset for the incoming season.

And maybe a certain someone had something up his sleeve. Maybe something to do with how to thank a certain someone.

When they showed up at the stadium for the first time since the season ended, everyone was excited to see them. Mainly because they were off the grid for the good majority of the break, but also because a certain eagle-eyed friend spotted something shiny on their fingers. Specifically, their left ring fingers.

“Did he finally man up and propose?” Pedri teased as he pushed himself between his two friends. “He’s only been talking about it for the last - how many years?”

“Years?!” Y/n gasped, leaning forward to look at Gavi. “You’ve been planning this for years, and you waited for us both to be injured to do it?”

“I was going to do it on our anniversary, but I couldn’t really get down on my knee now could I?” Gavi replied sarcastically as he backed up, pulling Y/n with him, so Pedri was no longer between them. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his as he left featherlight kisses around her face, disregarding the sound of their combined teams. He finished off by placing one on her lips after whispering, “I’m just glad I get to have you by my side through thick and thin.”

~~~~~

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addrianastarflower · 1 year ago

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I’m bored so here’s a snippet of the pm & ada swapfic (titled: like a mirror years ago)

“I’ll do it,” he said softly to the silence whilst everyone passed glances back and forth.

Dazai-san made eye contact with him from the other side of the room, eyes panicked, but he just repeated his statement louder.

“I’ll do it.”

He glanced at Fukuzawa, hoping for approval, and the older man nodded subtly. He probably should have asked ahead of time, but what was the motto of both Shin Soukoku and Soukoku if not to do it first and get permission later. It’d always been the mafia way and years of separation from actually being a member wouldn’t change that for any of them.

All eyes turned to him.

Kyouka grabbed his arm, long nails digging in, but Mori was the first to speak. “Weretiger…” he drawled, glancing around the room. “Yes, I’ll take you.”

“Then I’ll join the agency,” Ryuu stated as though it was as simple as breathing.

They’d planned for this, yes, but it didn’t make it hurt any less to know that even when swapping places, he’d still be on the opposite side of his husband. Perhaps they were just always meant to end up this way.

Long nailed Kyouka supremacy

I’ll take any questions about it :D - inbox is open + rbs on/encouraged

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bradshawssugarbaby · 2 years ago

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She's in Love with the Boy - Jake Seresin x OC

A/N: This is part two in my series She Had Me at Heads Carolina, I don't know why I see country music + hangman as a thing (ok so maybe I do know why) but here we are. I wrote this half awake this morning and it's probably a lot less cute than I think it is.

tagging: @mamachasesmayhem for the update lol

pairing: Lt. Jake Seresin x fem! OC

warnings/content: literally just Jake drunkenly singing 90s country music badly again

word count: 2.4k

It had been two days since your beach trip, and you were thinking over the past 48 hours as you sat at your vanity, brushing your hair out before getting ready to go out that night.

Courtney had been far more bold than you were at the beach that day, having gone home with Bradley as soon as it was offered. You knew she was crazy for him already just by the way she looked at him. She’d always been one of those love at first sight types, the kind who believes in soulmates and finding that perfect person who makes you swoon with one look. It didn’t typically work out for her, wearing her heart on her sleeve and being so head over heels in love every time, but, this one occasion, you really hoped it did. She hadn’t talked about anything but him for the last day and a half it’d been since she got home - he’d been the perfect gentleman, driving her home the next morning in his 1972 Ford Bronco, dropping her off and seeing that she got inside ok, even though it was broad daylight and you and Stephanie were both still home.

Stephanie had been texting with Bob ever since, giggling and blushing at the small screen every so often. Where Courtney over shared about her time with Rooster, Stephanie undershared about her relationship with Bob. She kept her lips sealed about just about everything, including their date yesterday morning. Bob had shown up in uniform to pick her up on his way into the base, wanting to take her for breakfast before they both had to go into work for the day.

As far as you and Jake went, you’d been exchanging text messages back and forth with one another. It started with Jake sending you a “Hey there Heads Carolina,” to you responding with “Does that make you Tails California?” From there, it evolved into a near constant back and forth between the two of you, swapping country playlists and favourite songs, facts about your lives back home, yourselves, your likes, your dislikes. You weren’t normally one to fall in love instantly, but after two days of exchanging texts, you found yourself dying to see him again. He’d apologized for not taking you out yet, he’d been called in for an early briefing the first day, and yesterday he’d been stuck late working on something, none of which you could know any details about. Courtney and Stephanie had tried reassuring you that he was interested in you, but part of you wondered if maybe it was just Jake being too polite to tell you he didn’t want to see you again.

Your phone had buzzed violently against the wooden top of your vanity a couple of hours ago, vibrating and moving across the slick, matte white finish of the furniture. You looked down and saw it was Jake, or as you’d saved him in your phone, Tails, California.

“Hey sweets, I was wondering if you’re free tonight. Karaoke at The Hard Deck. I need a duet partner. I’d sing with Rooster, but he’s a spotlight hog.”

“I can come, but that singing on the beach was a one time thing. I felt bad you were getting roasted alive.”

“I’m not that bad.”

“Really?”

“Are you not going to feel bad if I get booed off stage tonight? I might end up getting drunk and singing Amazed or something.”

“Oh God, can’t have you butchering poor Lonestar. The whole state of Texas might shun you. I’ll be there.”

“Thanks sweets, karaoke starts at 7. I’ll be there a little earlier.”

You breathed a sigh of relief as you realized that Jake hadn’t been avoiding you on purpose. You were never the type to get in too deep after one meeting, but something about Jake had you completely taken by him. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you could feel the infatuation with him brewing whenever you thought about him. You scrolled through your phone and settled on a country playlist you’d built years ago during college, back when you still lived in Tennessee. You hadn’t even been remotely interested in it in years before the beach, but since Jake got you singing along with him, you found yourself wanting to revisit it for the nostalgia. Plus, you wanted to make sure you didn’t humiliate yourself on karaoke night by not knowing the words to 90s country songs, which were all probably fair game if Jake was choosing.

As the opening notes of She’s In Love With The Boy began filling your room, you hummed the familiar tune. You picked a sweet, pale blue daisy print sundress from your closet, pulling its thin fabric over your head as you got dressed. You began rummaging through your closet, praying you hadn’t left any boxes of shoes at your parents house back in Tennessee as you looked for the perfect compliment to your outfit. Pulling out a pair of classic cognac brown cowboy boots, you gave yourself an eyeroll as you put them on, unable to deny you were doing it purely to impress him. You turned to yourself in the mirror and examined your outfit. Your hair was curled and neatly pushed back off your face with a baby blue headband, one that perfectly matched hue of your dress. Your makeup was simple and natural, a nice compliment to the vibe of the dress you’d chosen. As you nodded your head once, you grabbed your phone, turning your music off.

A short drive later, you were at The Hard Deck with Courtney and Stephanie in tow, looking for Jake and his friends. Bob waved you all over with a friendly smile, and Stephanie practically ran to him. He put his arm around her affectionately and kissed her cheek. He handed her a drink and smiled.

“Hey, I know Rooster’s up at the bar, Courtney,” Bob said with a nod towards where Bradley was standing. Bradley waved excitedly, his aviator sunglasses clipped to his white tank top under his open Hawaiian print dress shirt. Bob was sporting a simple jeans and oxford-blue dress shirt combo, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, showing off his somewhat surprisingly muscular arms. He smiled as he pointed to the dart board where Jake was standing on the other side of the bar, sporting a Texas Longhorns baseball jersey, light washed denim jeans and cowboy boots.

“Hangman’s currently mopping the floor with Coyote in darts right now. I don’t know how that guy does it, but he hits bullseye every time. It’s literally my job to hit targets and I can’t even do it as accurately as he does every time in darts,” Bob shakes his head in disbelief as he laughs. “He should be almost done, I think. I don’t really know how long a game of darts goes on for?”

You politely excused yourself from your friends for a moment, heading over to where Jake was standing. He leaned in to his step, tossing another perfectly thrown dart at the board again.

“Nice shot,” you said cooly as you looked at him.

“Hey! I figured I’d play some darts until you got here,” Jake laughed softly as he nodded his head before setting the darts down and leaning on the high top table that his drink sat on.

“Courtney and Stephanie were invited too, so we just carpooled down, took us a bit longer than I’d hoped because Courtney couldn’t decide what outfit Rooster would like better on her,” You shook your head as you thought about how silly it sounded when you said it out loud, “She really likes him, wants to make a good impression.”

“Oh trust me, he hasn’t shut the fuck up about how great she is over the last two days. It’s kind of cute in a way though. Also kind of annoying in a way but I’m letting it slide because he’s in love,” Jake smirked as he put the amber coloured glass bottle to his lips, taking a sip, “You can tell her though, he doesn’t care what she’s wearing. He’s going to respond the same way if she shows up in a trash bag.”

“Noted. Stephanie is getting all giggly over Bob, but I she’s always giggly and blushing so it’s hard to tell with her. She’s not as…open as Courtney is. Although, I think she’s pretty smitten since he took her for breakfast yesterday and picked her up in his uniform. That alone probably sold her.”

“Oh she liked that? That was my idea. Bob’s a little shy and a little…inexperienced when it comes to dating. Figured I’d help the poor bastard out a little bit on that one. He really likes her.”

“Your idea?”

“Yeah, he had to meet me yesterday for a training exercise, but I told him I could stall for an hour if he wanted to take her out or something. I suggested he just wear his uniform, because girls apparently love men in uniform. And I clearly wasn’t wrong,” Jake’s smile was smug, yet genuine as he shrugged his shoulders.

“What are you, some kind of professional matchmaker?” You retorted dryly as you raised an eyebrow at him, trying to hide the fact that you were about to break out into a grin.

“Nah, I just know the poor guy needs the extra push, ya know?” Jake set his beer down as his eyes scanned over your body, taking in your outfit choice for the evening, “You look fantastic, sugar. You even brought out your cowboy boots?”

“I thought I left them back home, but I found them in the back of the closet, I haven’t worn them since I finished college. Even then, it was just for bars and homecoming. I’m amazed they fit.”

“Hey, I appreciate a good boot,” He nodded, gesturing to his own matching pair of cowboy boots. “Especially if we’re gonna be belting out another classic tonight. I have to see what our options are up there. Any preferences? I think we’re up after Payback and Fanboy. Not really a tough act to follow. The only one of us who can actually carry a fuckin’ tune is Rooster. Not fair he gets to look good with a mustache and sing,” Jake says as he mockingly pouts and rolls his eyes before grinning again.

“Aw, jealous are we?” You teased, folding your arms across your chest as you raised your eyebrow at Jake.

“Only because when I grow a mustache like that, I look like an 80s porn star,” He shakes his head and laughs, “C’mon, let’s go get a drink and get closer to the stage so we can see what we’re up against.”

He took your hand in his, and you couldn’t help but notice how perfectly your hand fit in his. He smiled at the bartender, a pretty brunette woman, older than you both but by how much, you couldn’t be sure.

“Penny, m’dear, can I get another beer and whatever Lauren here wants to drink?” He smiled at you before turning back to face Penny, nodding his head as he handed her his credit card. “Here, I’ll save myself the trouble and just leave this with you,” He laughed and put his wallet back in his pocket.

Jake handed you your drink and smiled as he tilted his head back towards the makeshift stage, where two men were currently butchering the entire melody of ‘Yeah!’ by Usher.

“Tweedledee and tweedledum over here are almost finished up, it’s us next. You ready? Pick a song yet?” His green eyes looked at you full of intrigue as he awaited your reply.

“The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia?”

Jake flipped through the options and shook his head, “Nope.”

“Chattahoochee?”

“You want me to get up on stage and sing that opening verse about the river being hotter than a hoochie coochie?”

“Good point,” You laughed and shook your head, feeling the humiliation at the mere suggestion of it now that he’s brought it up.

“She’s In Love With The Boy is on here. That’s a good one.”

“You wanna sing Trisha Yearwood? Can your voice go that high?”

“Absolutely not but it’s that or I down another beer and start belting out Neon Moon by Brooks and Dunn with or without you.”

“Fair enough, Trisha Yearwood it is.”

“Her daddy says, “he ain’t worth a lick, when it comes to brains he’s got the short end of the stick,” you belted out with as much passion as you and your cocktail could muster.

“But Katie’s young and man she just don’t care, she’d follow Tommy anywhere” Jake harmonized with his adorably out of key baritone, trying to carry the note as best as he could.

“My daddy said, you wasn’t worth a lick, when it came to brains you got the short end of the stick–”

“but he was wrong and honey you are too, Katie looks at Tommy, like I still look at you.”

“She’s in love with the boy, she’s in love with the boy.”

As you and Jake continued to finish the last verse of the beloved country song, you couldn’t help but think about the words. You looked over to Jake who shot you a grin while he gripped his microphone, giving the final line as much as he could as he sang it out.

“What’s meant to be will always find a way, she’s gonna marry that boy someday.”

You took note of the way the makeshift spotlight highlighted his dark blonde hair and sunkissed skin, his green eyes shining brightly, and the unmistakeable grin of someone having the absolute time of their life on his face. He looked even better in this light than he did on the beach the other day, cowboy boots, off-key singing and all. The more you thought about it, the more you thought that maybe, just maybe, the song might have been more than just a song you chose for karaoke. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, maybe you were in fact in love with the boy this time.

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theriveroflight · 1 year ago

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so it seems the vultures came in too full to fly

@fyeahghosttrick ghost swap contribution number 2! This one is for prompt A39: "Apocalypse AU where Kamila is lost trying to find her father and Yomiel finds her and tries to take care of her/help her"

Wordcount: 4664

Summary:

There’s a kid walking alongside the road. She’s got a dog on a leash and is carrying a backpack, so she doesn’t seem unprepared or anything, but it still strikes Yomiel as odd.

Or: at the end of the world, two people form a connection.

AO3 | Superlove

There’s a kid walking alongside the road. She’s got a dog on a leash and is carrying a backpack, so she doesn’t seem unprepared or anything, but it still strikes Yomiel as odd. Especially since the dog’s a small little toy breed.

“Sissel? What do you think?” Sissel perks up at the mention of his name, flicking his tail back and forth. Yomiel turns around and pulls over near her.

She shrinks back as he leaps out of the car. Her dog starts barking at him. “Stay back!” She reaches into her jacket and pulls out a can of pepper spray.

“Good instinct, kid,” he tells her. “Look, I’ve got more self-respect than to rob some kid.”

“I’m fourteen,” she responds flatly, as though that stops her from being a kid.

“Where are the people who are supposed to be looking after you?” he asks. She’s fourteen. There’s probably someone, even if her parents are dead now.

“Well,” she begins, “my mom died five years ago in a car accident. My sister, as far as I know, should still be alive, but she’s really busy since she’s a police officer. One of my dads died three days ago, and I’ve been looking for the other one since.”

“And what, is that dog tracking him for you?” he asks. Something about the combination of her appearance and the reference to a mom who died five years ago in a car accident sounds kind of familiar. Come to think of it…

“I can’t just leave Missile behind!” She picks the dog up, bundling him to her chest. “If…if Dad’s really gone…”

“Tell you what,” he says. “I’ve got a cat in my passenger’s seat. If he likes you both, I’ll let you come along.”

“And where are you going?”

“Fair question. The answer is anywhere but here,” he says. “Me and my cat are going literally anywhere else.”

She shifts on her feet, clearly weighing her options. “Okay,” she says at last. “What’s his name?”

He opens up the door. Sissel leaps off the seat. “This is Sissel.”

The girl sets Missile down and kneels down to pet Sissel. Missile starts barking again.

“Missile, no,” he hears her say quietly. “If you scare Sissel off, we’ll have to keep walking. You don’t want to keep walking, do you?”

Missile sits back on his haunches. Yomiel decides in that moment he’s going to give them a ride — no matter what Sissel thinks. But…he seems to have taken a liking to the little lady, and seems to at least tolerate her dog.

“Get in,” he says, opening up the back door. “No, you’re not getting shotgun. That’s Sissel’s spot.”

“Okay.” She gets in, shrugging off her backpack into the seat. Missile follows her in. “I’m Kamila, by the way.”

“Yomiel.” He looks up at the rearview mirror. She’s chosen to sit behind Sissel, so she’s easy to spot. “Where to?”

“Both my dads were together when they died,” she answers, looking down. “But…only one of their bodies was recovered. They were out hunting, and…”

Oh. Yomiel knows that shit is dangerous — even before the apocalypse isolated everyone. “So you know where they were hunting?”

“I even know where the body was found. Missile and I were heading for the woods so that we could go find him.”

“That…” Sounds like an awful plan, if he’s being honest with himself, but he’s sure as hell not gonna say that to some kid whose only family is a dog, an absent sister, and the hope for a dad that’s still alive. “Well, I’ll take you as far as this thing will let me go. After that, you’re on your own.”

A better man probably wouldn’t leave a kid like her behind, but he’s got better things to do than traipse through the woods looking for some probably-dead hunter.

“I know it’s not the brightest idea,” she admits. “But if there’s even a chance he’s alive…I have to take it. No one else is going to.”

That much is true. A lot of people have died searching in the wilderness — no doubt more than the amount of bodies recovered. People who die in the wilderness tend to…stay there. And the search parties meet the same fate more often than not.

Can he really send a kid into what’s probably certain death in good conscience? He knows what it’s like to lose someone. She’s gone now, after all, and there’s no point in trying to bring her back. This kid has some hope left when it comes to her loved ones. And she’s lost far more — her entire future, destroyed by these storms and disasters.

“Like I said…I’ll take you as far as this car will go. From there…we’ll see what happens next.” He looks up at the mirror again, but this time, he only sees himself and his sunglasses staring back.

“Yes, that’s fine. I don’t expect you to come along. I hadn’t expected to have anyone take me in the first place. I know it’s rusky. I know…I know he might be dead by now. I just need the closure. I need to see him. I need to know for sure.”

“And if you’re…lost forever out there?”

“I know Lynne will be sad. She’s done her best to look out for me since…the beginning of all this.” She gestures out the window towards the gray sky. “But we’re only kind of sisters. We don’t share any parents or anything.”

That doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Lynne’s probably the sister she mentioned earlier, after all, which means she’s about as important to this kid as the father she’s searching for.

Dammit. He’s gonna have to make sure this kid lives, isn’t he?

***

They drive as far into the woods as his car will let him go. He wrestles Sissel into an over the shoulder bag and loads his backpack with some food, first-aid, and water purification stuff.

“We should try to come back to the car for the night if we can,” he says, “just in case. I have a lot of stuff in here, and I don’t want it to get stolen. Plus we’re less likely to get mauled by bears.”

“I did bring a tent,” she says. She looks up at him and frowns. “You might be too tall for it, though.”

Clearly…

Actually, he’s not sure what her plan was for shelter. Maybe bringing a little plastic camping tent really is the best she can do.

“You said you knew where your dad was last spotted?” he asks.

“I thought you said you weren’t coming,” she replies.

“I said we would see about that. I can’t let a kid like you go out there alone. I’m not really an outdoors guy—” A massive understatement, really… “—but I’m an adult that wants to help, and it sure sounds like you need some help.”

And if this really does end with both of their deaths, then…

Sissel always believed in the afterlife. If she’s right, and he chooses to belief alongside her, they’ll be together — and Kamila can reunite with her parents, too. And if they do manage to make it out of here, he’s still going to get the hell out of this place.

But…if they do end up dying, it’d probably be pretty shitty for Kamila’s father to find the dead body of his daughter with the stranger that killed her mom five years ago in that car accident. It has to be the same woman, right? They look the same.

“I…really appreciate it. Thank you!” She smiles at him, and he sees more hope in her than ever before. She tugs once on Missile’s leash, getting the dog’s attention. “I was going to search from the location my other dad’s body was found…and then look for any signs of mine.” Her face falls. “Whether he’s dead or alive.”

“Lead the way, then,” he declares.

***

The woods were dangerous even before the solar storms took out worldwide communications and that volcano erupted and the rain started. They’re even more dangerous now that the only distress signal is to send up a flare and pray someone, anyone finds it — and finds the source before it’s too late.

It’s a massive risk — one he wouldn’t be taking if not for Kamila.

Frankly, he isn’t even sure they’ll find anything — even the body. The closure that Kamila’s looking for might be completely out of reach. But the hope for a sign has been keeping her going, so he can’t just crash it that easily.

Sissel used to tell him that it was always darkest before the dawn. Pretty ironic, considering what happened to her in the end. Maybe she just couldn’t convince herself to believe it anymore. Optimism was never either of their strong suits, after all.

But before the solar storms hit, he was a tech guy. Running away and living in the woods was never going to be his escape from the apocalypse the way some foolish people thought it would be theirs.

He can hear running water in the distance. Is there a river that comes up here?

“Dad’s body was found near the beaver pond,” Kamila explains as they walk. “Daddy’s probably not there anymore, but retracing his steps is the only lead I have, so…”

“It makes the most sense.”

She told him about her plan to retrace his steps earlier, but he can’t fault her for being nervous at a time like this. They’ve only known each other for a couple hours at most, and he’s followed her into a dangerous but important quest.

They follow the river down towards the promised beaver’s dam, silence only broken by birdsong and Missile’s barking. He thinks Sissel probably fell asleep, but he doesn’t want to check in case he wakes Sissel up in the process.

“This is where it happened?” Yomiel stops short of the dam. It looks different from the type of thing he would have pictured hearing the words ‘beaver dam’, but he can’t deny that it certainly does look the part.

“Yeah,” Kamila answers quietly. Missile, oblivious to the gravity of the emotional situation, continues sniffing in a circle with as large a radius as the leash permits him. “According to the scouts, at least.”

“What was he like?”

Kamila’s family are all strangers to him. After all, it’s not like anyone would want to hang around the man who killed the family matriarch in a car accident. But he should take the time to respect the dead — especially at a time like this, when electronic records won’t be restored for a long time and permanent memory is so much less of a guarantee.

“He…defied people’s first impressions. But he was also aware of the kind of impressions he gave off and made an effort to play into them.” She smiles. “Mom and Dad and I were some of the only ones who really got to see through it all to who he really was. He always gave me really weird stuff, but…somehow, it’d always wind up being the thing I needed at the right time in the right place. He really liked to dance, too. Him and Mom met through that. Both of my dads were police detectives, but he met Mom separately, because of dance. Apparently, there was a while where they all knew each other separately…but never realized they were a group.”

Yomiel kind of misses that sort of thing. Sissel…she was the only human being he had a real connection with, before the despair of the world ending overcame her attempts at beating back depression. He didn’t really have any true friends at work. It made it easier to leave this place behind, sure, but he’s still a human being that needs to interact socially with other human beings.

Back in college, the prospect of him and his cat against the world would’ve sounded pretty great. Now that he’s living that reality, it’s not everything it’s chalked up to be. Maybe that’s why he decided to hitch his car to this kid’s quest.

…maybe that’s kind of pathetic, too. But at least he isn’t lonely.

“I’m sorry about your mom,” he says, “while we’re bringing up the dead. I was…I was the one driving the car five years ago.”

“Huh?”

“I couldn’t tell at first,” he says, “but the timing’s right, and you…you look a lot like her. I know it was a while ago, but I don’t really…have an excuse for why it happened. It was pretty awful. And…me managing to walk away from it while she just died was a matter of luck.”

She swallows and looks down. Missile pauses and sits near her feet. “They call them car accidents for a reason, right? That means it isn’t your fault, I think. It’s been long enough that I’m okay with you. Besides…just now, you were a pretty good driver. And you didn’t do that on purpose, right?”

“Of course not!”

“Then we’re settled.” Kamila tugs on Missile’s leash, and he stands right up. “Let’s go find my dad.”

***

Missile is keeping his nose to the dirt, clearly clinging onto some kind of olfactory information. However, he’s still but a puppy, and the woods likely provide an overload of said information.

“We won’t find him before sundown,” Yomiel declares. Dusk is already upon them, and all they’ve found are some vaguely human-shaped footprints, which are probably from the search party when taken into context. And he still thinks they’re safer in the car than in Kamila’s tent, no matter how prepared she is for that. Especially considering her earlier remark about him being too tall for it. “We should head back.”

“We’re not going to get very far if we’re limited by sleeping in your car,” she points out.

“We’ll be able to cover more ground tomorrow, since we’ll be able to get started earlier,” he replies. “And I’ll rest more easily there. So will you. If it rains tonight, we’re a lot more likely to stay dry.”

She frowns and looks at her backpack, but ultimately follows him. From the crunch of leaves under her feet, he can tell she’s not really happy with him, but he doesn’t want to look back at her to find out for sure. It takes them a while to trek back to the car, but not as long as it took them to get out there in the first place. When he gets back to the car, he immediately lets Sissel out of the bag. Sissel was a stray that kept coming back before he named Sissel after her and officially adopted him, so he’s not really worried about Sissel refusing to come back. He’s immediately run off to shit, but he’s been cooped up in a bag for hours, so that’s not a huge surprise. Yomiel unlocks his car.

“You can go on ahead and set up your sleeping bag in the backseat or whatever,” he says. “I’ll figure out something for us to eat.” He spends a while staring at his trunk before deciding that they’ll try to start a fire so they can have cup ramen. He’s never really been good at that kind of thing, but he’s got a lighter, so it can’t be that hard, can it?

Kamila’s actually pretty helpful, in that regard.

“It’s easier to start with something that’s easy to burn, like these dried leaves,” she explains. “Then you move up to small sticks, and then you can start putting bigger stuff on the fire.”

Makes sense. He lights the leaves, and watches as the flames build.

“You’re pretty good at this kind of thing,” he notes.

“I like chemistry,” she says. “And physics. And that sort of stuff. I’ve always been good with science.”

“This isn’t really my field,” he says. While the water’s boiling, he gets out some food for Sissel. Kamila feeds Missile some kibble.

They’ll take things one day at a time. What he’s got won’t last forever, but it doesn’t need to.

***

Yomiel’s always been pretty sensitive to light. It’s why he’s always wearing sunglasses. It’s also why, no matter when he goes to bed, he wakes up right at dawn.

At least this time he went to bed early. It’s especially bad when he goes to bed at 3 AM and then wakes up with the sunrise at 6 because his curtains don’t keep out enough light. They wrapped up for the night earlier than he usually slept before everything happened. Plus, waking up this early will mean they have extra time to search.

He sits up first, grabbing for his glasses on the console. Then he puts his seat back up. He takes a look back at Missile and Kamila in the backseat, and then at Sissel next to him. They’re all still fast asleep — no surprises there. He honks the horn to wake them up. Even if Kamila’s not immediately awakened by it, Missile definitely will be, and his barking’s sure to be good as any alarm. True to his own thoughts, Missile starts barking, leaping up onto the console.

“Ugh…” Kamila looks out the window after sitting up. “Missile…be quiet…it’s too early for this…”

“Really?” Yomiel asks. “Because I think it’s the right time to rise and shine, little lady. We’re gonna spend a long time out on the trails, and the earlier we get out there, the longer we can spend searching. He stretches and gets out of the car, opening up the trunk and then the cooler. “You’re probably a little too young for this, but I’ve got some coffee here. Cold brew, so it’s going to be bitter. Don’t give it to Missile if you don’t like it. That stuff will kill him.”

“I know that,” she protests. “Give it to me. Beggars can’t be choosers, after all.”

He hands her the bottle without further conversation. She’s a kid, so she probably won’t like it that much, but she seems pretty desperate. And it’ll be faster than getting some more water heated up so they can use his instant coffee packets instead. Especially since it was pretty chilly last night — not cold enough for frost, but enough that it’s still a reminder of the approaching winter.

Probably another good reason they need to find her father soon. When winter comes, he’s pretty unlikely to stand a chance out here. It’s hard enough when everything’s still in bloom.

He grabs a second bottle for himself and shuts the cooler, preparing for another day of hiking.

He was supposed to be far away from here by now — far away from the past. Instead, he’s on the verge of confronting it.

***

They reach where they stopped yesterday a lot more easily now that they know the best ways to get through the woods. He lets Kamila guide the search — he sure as hell doesn’t know where her father would go. “Somewhere in the woods” can mean a lot of places.

“According to the maps,” Kamila explains, “there’s a defunct quarry a little further in. There should be some caves there or something. It’d be a good place to hide for someone who doesn’t have any other shelter, and it’d be easier than trying to build one. It’d make sense for him to go there.”

“Makes sense,” he says. “I’d rather look for a cave than build something myself, especially if I knew there might be one around here. Let’s go.”

“By the way,” she says as they walk off, “thanks for the coffee this morning. I don’t usually drink it iced or cold or whatever, so it was a little weird, but…it really helped.”

“Was the best I could do,” he answers. “Your family really lets you drink that stuff?”

“Not before the world ended,” she answers. “After that they weren’t paying as much attention. Not that I really needed it, though. I slept a lot more. Not a lot of other things I could do, considering the school was destroyed. And most of the interesting stuff in the shelters can’t be done by a kid.”

“Well, what would you be doing if all this hadn’t happened?”

“I’d probably be working on my next invention.”

Well, that explains a lot. She’s an inventor. Of course she knows a lot about the physical sciences and doesn’t mind black coffee.

“All I can really do right now is play with Missile and draw blueprints,” she continues. “I miss being able to build stuff, but we’re trying to preserve all our supplies.”

“Well, hey, if we manage to stay in touch after all this, hit me up if you need any software assistance. I was a software engineer before, well…” He waves his hand. “All the software died.” He hasn’t even thought about working again once he makes it to wherever he ends up, the city or another town or something else entirely. It’s not like the computers and power plants are really back up — he’s pretty sure the only power plants still going are nuclear, and that’s only because stopping operations might actually make things worse.

“Sure,” she says. He blinks. “I might take you up on that. I…really want to build my own CNC machine — it’s basically an automated mill, it’d be super cool to have one — but my dads said I can’t start on it until I’m sixteen, which is just silly. It’s not even a dangerous machine! It’s so much more safer than the machines I already have. And it’s not like building one will be that dangerous, either, especially compared to other stuff I’ve built before. It’ll be safer in the long run if I have one, and they’re way more expensive to buy than to build. But since they said no to the building part, I started trying to learn to code so I could at least get the software done in advance, and…I haven’t gotten very far. Even before all of this. I guess I have more time now, but…”

“Well, I’d be happy to help,” he says. The words coming out of his mouth surprise him — because he’s pretty sure he means it. Which means…staying in touch with this kid. “I’m sure you can pick it up pretty easily if you have some help learning. Trying to self-teach is…pretty difficult. Not impossible, but definitely pretty hard. And you’re starting with an awfully big project. Nobody ever show you ‘hello world’?”

“Well, sure—” She freezes in her tracks. “Do you hear that?”

Coyotes.

Missile starts barking in response to the call the coyote pack has issued. Kamila reaches downwards to shush him, but it’s too late. The pack’s already starting to encircle them. He’s not really sure what he can do, but he puts out a protective arm in front of Kamila. Missile seems more hostile than usual, growling at the coyotes, fur standing on end. When he looks at Sissel…he seems pretty nervous too.

Bang!

Was that a gunshot?

The coyote pack flees from the sound, scattering.

From out of the woods emerges a tall, broad man wearing a green trench coat.

“Kamila!” he yells.

“Daddy!”

She runs over, Missile on her heels, and leaps into his arms.

***

Just as Kamila suspected, her father (“Jowd”, the man had introduced himself as) was in a cave created by the quarry.

“Thank you for looking out for my daughter,” he says. “And…I apologize for how I acted five years ago. Perhaps it was fate that brought us together once more — so you could bring my daughter back to me.”

“My wife was always more into that kind of thing,” he answers. Not that he doesn’t understand how they’d come to the conclusion that fate was behind all of this. “But we still lived in the same town after all of that. It’s a small world. The fact that we crossed paths again wasn’t because of some higher power — it was just because I chose to pull over for some kid I didn’t know yet.” He shrugs. “Anyone else would’ve done the same if they saw her. I wouldn’t find it easy to leave a child behind in all of this.”

“I’m not sure just anyone would’ve,” Jowd says. “A lot of people right now are just looking out for themselves.”

“If you’d asked me a few days ago, I’d say I was doing the same.”

He certainly can’t claim this was all in his own self-interest now — in fact, it was kind of in the opposite of self-interest. Dying in the woods wouldn’t be self-interest, and digging up the ghosts from five years ago wouldn’t be either. He would have rather left it all behind. But now? Now he’s not so sure about all that.

“We should get you two back to town,” he says. “And then…then I’m going to head back out again.”

“You’re still going to leave?” Kamila asks. “After all of this? You said you were going to help me!”

“Hey, it isn’t like we can do anything about that right now,” he says. “The computers are still all on the fritz because of the solar storms. Our infrastructure isn’t back up yet.”

“You promised,” she says. “You can’t leave now! Besides…Missile and Sissel are friends now. You wouldn’t break them up, would you?”

She’s giving him the puppy-dog eyes. It’s true that Missile and Sissel do seem to be hanging out together just fine, though he wouldn’t exactly call them the best of friends.

“...let’s get back to the car.”

***

He lets Kamila take the front seat. Jowd sits in the back with the pets. He seems pretty happy with Sissel and Missile, though, so it’s probably not a total loss.

“Where’d you get Missile, by the way?” he asks.

“Missile belongs to Lynne, technically,” Kamila answers, “though I’ve been taking care of him more because I have more free time than she does. He’s both of ours. How long have you had Sissel?”

“Only since…all of this started, though he was hanging around my house for much longer,” Yomiel answers. “I…named him after my late wife.”

“Oh.”

The mood is significantly lower as he drives back into town. He’s starting to get a little low on gas. He’ll have to find a place to fuel up soon.

Maybe it’s a sign.

He pulls up at the shelter where most people in the town are staying together — what was once a hotel. At least there’s enough space for everyone here, he thinks as he parks. Not a lot of cars here. A lot of people left for the city, hoping they’d have a better chance there. Yomiel was supposed to be among them.

Kamila hops out of the car. Jowd follows more slowly, and both Missile and Sissel hop out onto the pavement.

“I…do hope you choose to stay,” Jowd tells him. “In times like these, we need to stick together, not run away. No man is an island. And beyond that…I have lost many of the people I was close with. It sounds as though you, too, have suffered a great deal of loss. Neither of us must be alone.”

“Sounds nice,” Yomiel answers. “I’ll think about it.”

Kamila’s saying goodbye to Sissel, and Yomiel wonders if it’s more so long or until we meet again.

“Thank you so much,” she tells him, bundling him into a sudden hug. “I really wouldn’t have done it nearly as quickly, and it could have turned out really bad.”

“Yeah,” he says. “Of course.”

He’s glad he stopped at the side of the road for her. Maybe even glad that he has a reason to stay again. But then again — he’ll have to stick around to see if that’s really the case, won’t he?

#ghost trick #ghost trick spoilers #yomiel #kamila ghost trick #sissel #missile ghost trick #jowd #fanfiction #my writing #ghost swap

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undertale-writing-times · 2 years ago

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The yandere prompt “Don’t be scared baby, I’m not mad at you, I never could be mad at you. It’s them.” with Axe would be lovely!

I decided to swap it up a little >w>

Axe has been with Y/n for a few months now. Almost a year! He was very happy that he had a datemate—someone that he could trust and someone who could love him. He was very careful with them all the time! He knew that his claws could cut and his teeth could tear.

He always worried that he would accidentally hurt them.

But the other humans? Yeah, Axe didn’t care too much about them. Some were kind, while others saw the monsters as, well, monsters. Creeps that shouldn’t be above ground. A lot of those people always shouted, “Go back to the underground!” Or “monsters should have all died down there!” and that always made Axe upset.

Sometimes he wished that he did die down there; the ones that died were the ones that got out of it the best. Luckily, slowly, monsters were healing and getting better… even if pretty often cops shot them and monsters were treated badly compared to humans. People always assumed the worst about them.

It made him annoyed.

Today he was at the park, waiting for Y/n to get there, picking at the grass beside him. He liked sitting outside! The soft smell of grass and the breeze made him pretty happy. It was nice to relax and get his mind off stuff.

He should have been paying attention, though, because suddenly he heard a voice, and when he lifted his head, it was because the person seemed to be talking to him. It was a human girl that he didn’t know, but she was glaring at him and pointing at him, “Don’t you know that monsters aren’t allowed in this park?” She spat the word monster like it would make her sick.

“Hmmm… n…no?” he slowly shakes his head, frowning as he listens to her talk. “Anyone is a…llowed here.” He had been getting better with talking over the years of being above ground, though he still sometimes had issues, as he would admit.

The girl starts to shout and yell at him, making him clench his teeth, and he digs his finger tips into the ground under him, tearing through the grass easily. His tail started to whip back and forth quickly, clearly hinting that he was starting to lose his patience. All he had been doing was sitting here! Why was this woman going out of her way to get mad at him? And now people were staring.

He sank down, as if that would make him any less noticeable. He was a giant monster! A full 8’5, giant even when sitting down.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” they both heard, and they both looked to see that it was Y/n! He smiled just a little and raised his hand, waving at them. They rush over and snarl at the lady, “Leave him alone, you crazy woman.”

“Cra- I am just telling this gross monster to go away! He’s breaking the law.”

“Tell me which law, or get the hell away from us!” Y/n shouted, holding up their hand in a fist. The woman seemed to not want to fight because she cursed at Y/n then turned and walked off, huffing and puffing.

Axe looks at Y/n, seeing a strange yet familiar look in their eyes. It was a look that happened whenever other people talked to Axe… he put his arms around them, pulling them close to his chest, and nuzzled them, mumbling, “You okay? Not… mad at me?” he felt like he needed to ask that.

Y/n looks at him and lets out a soft sigh before hugging back and giving him a nuzzle as they mumble, “Don’t be scared, baby; I’m not mad at you; I never could be mad at you. It’s them.” they sigh out slowly and press a kiss to his skull. “I’m sure she won’t bother you again, and if she does, tell me and I’ll handle her.” he looks at them and smiles, nuzzling them back as he purrs.

They had a strange scent to them that reminded him of blood, but he decided not to question it. He was probably just imagining things.

#undertale alternate universe #undertale alternate timeline #undertale ask blog #undertale au #undertale headcanons #horrortale #horrortale Sans #Yandere #Yandere Reader

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tsukikoayanosuke · 1 year ago

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Will You Be Okay in the Next Ten Years? - Ruikasa Week 2004

Day 6: Invention

(Inspired by Katekyo Hitman Reborn but no knowledge of said show is needed)

It was a sunny lunch break when Nene asked the question: “Have you ever wondered about the future?”

Emu, who was lying on her stomach, held her cheeks in her palm and elbow on the floor. Her legs swung back and forth as she asked back, “Huee? The future?”

“Once we graduate from the academy,” Nene said again. “What do you want do you want to do?”

Tsukasa let out a chuckle. “Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it?” He struck a pose. “I WILL BE THE WORLD GREATEST HERO!”

“That’ll be so cool!” Emu leaped into a sitting position, eyes gleaming in excitement. “You’ll go in a Gundam and whoosh whoosh BOOM! Save the world!”

Tsukasa laughed loudly. “Exactly! To be heroes and protect everyone’s smile.” He grinned widely at the group surrounding him. “Isn’t that what Wonderland x Showtime does?” Emu followed his cheer while Rui and Nene just smiled. Tsukasa knew they could change the world; he believed in them.

It had been a year since Wonderland x Showtime was formed. All of them are students at Mikudemy Institute, a military academy in this age of advanced technology with giant robots as the main weapon. Both Tsukasa and Emu are pilots while Rui and Nene are scientist/maintenance. They had a bump in their first mission which nearly cost their early disbandment. But they worked it out and became stronger than ever.

“How about we take a peak into the future?” Rui suggested. “I’m also curious about what would happen.”

“You can do that?” Tsukasa asked, already feeling excited.

Rui chuckled. “I’m sure I can manage. Huh… Maybe I can…” He went off into his usual mumble, slipping into his own unique thinking space.

Nene let out an amused sigh. “There he goes again…”

“Let’s leave it to Rui!” Emu cheered.

Tsukasa couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Rui. His brilliant scientist will no doubt impress them once again, no matter how big or small in invention is. Tsukasa couldn’t imagine a world where he and Rui would never be together again, especially after that first fight. They said a lot of hurtful things to each other, but they managed to sort them out. If anything, they became much closer than before and Tsukasa wouldn’t trade it with anything.

*****

“TA-DAA! The Ten-Year Bazooka is done!”

“The what?!”

Rui, as he promised, came back three days later with a giant purple bazooka. They might be in a military school, but Tsukasa was sure that didn’t mean Rui could carry around a weapon without a license.

“In theory, it can allow you to swap places with your future self,” Rui explained. “Like a time machine, but without the whole ‘two versions of you at the same time’ paradox.”

“Why ten years though?” Nene asked, still in disbelief.

“Well, the world of next week probably won't change that much, so why not far into the future?” Rui said. “And if it works, then maybe we can make a proper time machine.”

“You haven’t tested it?!” Tsukasa shouted.

“That’s so cool!” Emu cheered. “I want to go! I want to go!”

“Hold on, Emu.” Tsukasa put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from bouncing. “I’ll test it, just to make sure it’s safe.”

“Are you sure?” Rui asked. “The future is unpredictable.”

Tsukasa nodded determined. “I believe in you!” He took a deep breath and stretched his arms, “Hit me!”

Rui gave him a thankful smile and threw the bazooka at him. Almost automatically, it extended its mouth to swallow him whole. Tsukasa could hear a click and pink smoke covered his vision, causing him to cough. When the smoke subsided though, Tsukasa could finally see his surroundings.

He was in a room with white walls, ceiling, and floor. While the floor is clean, except for some trinkets here and there, the walls are covered with papers on every surface he could reach; printed articles with bold headlines, graphs and diagrams some crossed with a red marker, a pinboard with few photographs, sketches of what he could guess a human mecha armor (that Tsukasa remember is currently underdevelopment in his times). He was sitting on a bed whose sheet probably hadn’t been washed for the longest time. Beside it, there was an unrecognizable humming machine beside him and cables seemingly once stuck on something but were forcefully taken off. Beside where his head was supposed to be, there was a single worn-out platypus plushie that suspiciously looked like something Tsukasa sewed back then for Rui’s birthday.

There’s no way this is his room right? If Rui said that the bazooka was supposed to make him swap places with his version of ten years later, does that mean he’s going to be a slob?!

The metal door was suddenly opened, the light from outside hitting Tsukasa right on the eyes, making him cover his face with his hand. There was a breathy “What…” followed by the sound of shattered glass.

There, standing by the doorway, was a man in their mid-twenties. Unkept purple hair with two cyan streaks tied in a sloppy low ponytail. His wrinkled lab coat hung on his skinny frame. Bags under his no-longer twinkling yellow eyes as if he hadn’t slept for years, but now those same eyes stared at Tsukasa with shock.

“Rui…?”

The man, ten-year-later Rui, crumbled. He sprinted to the bed and pulled Tsukasa into a hug so tight that Tsukasa could feel Rui’s ribcage.

“Tsukasa… Tsakasa…” Rui’s voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t used it for a very long time (but why? Rui is always the lovable rambly one), yet filled with heavy emotions. He cradled his head, pressing kisses on his neck that made Tsukasa blush.

“R-Rui…?” Tsukasa tried to shift his position but Rui tightened his hug.

“Please…” he whispered tearfully. He was trembling. “Give me a moment…”

Tsukasa hummed, unable to deny Rui’s request. He brought his hand onto Rui’s hair, caressing him. Rui let out a whimper. Tsukasa didn’t have the heart to pull away.

It took a while but Rui finally let go of his hug. He cupped Tsukasa’s cheeks and Tsukasa could finally see how weary the man in front of him was. Has ten years really taken a toll on him?

“You look so young…” Rui whispered, his thumb caressing his cheeks. “How?”

Tsukasa gulped. “I’m not… I’m not your Tsukasa.”

Rui paused. “Not mine?”

“I’m from ten years ago. You- I mean, my Rui, made a Ten-Year Bazooka just for fun. So, we can, you know, take a glimpse for a few minutes.”

Rui’s eyes widened slightly before they softened. “Are you… Are you close with your Rui?”

“Aren’t we?” Tsukasa asked back, not really grasping between the words. “You’re still in Wonderland x Showtime, aren’t you?”

Rui didn’t answer but Tsukasa could see a flicker in his eyes. A brief glimpse of melancholy. “What happened?”

Rui let out a huff, the closest thing Tsukasa took as a laugh. “Stuff happened. Your Rui accepted your apology, didn’t he?”

“Yeah… Didn’t you?”

Rui sighed through his nose. He leaned down, pressing his forehead onto Tsukasa’s in the gentlest cradle as if he would shatter. “You can make a different future. A future where everything will be okay. Where you can be safe.”

“But I have you. Why wouldn’t I be safe?”

“I made a stupid mistake.”

“Don’t blame yourself.” Tsukasa reached for Rui’s hand and leaned against his touch. “I’m sure my future self wouldn’t want that either.”

Rui’s eyes teared up from that and he gave a small nod. “He wouldn’t… He never would…” He pulled Tsukasa into another hug and Tsukasa could feel his shoulder getting wet. “I miss you… I promise I will fix this.”

“What happened?” He had to ask the same question, but like before, Rui never answered him instead he shook his head.

“The future is not set in stone. This timeline is nothing you need to worry about. You’re gonna be fine. You have to…”

Tsukasa didn’t have time to question again for his five minutes was almost up. His skin started to turn smokey as he stared at Rui in panic. “What’s happening?”

Rui must’ve felt it too because he pulled back, his eyes tearing up again. “Looks like it’s time for you to go home.”

“What will happen to you?”

Rui quickly grasped his shoulder, grounding him for the last few seconds. “I’ll stay here. I have so much work to do.” He shook him slightly. “Please promise me something.”

Tsukasa nodded. “Anything.”

“I know I can’t stop you from being a hero, but please, stay safe. Trust in others. Let them help you. Despite what you believe, you are not alone. If my feelings stay the same in your time, then come to me, I’ll do anything to help you.”

That was a big request but Tsukasa was never one to deny a promise. “Okay.”

Rui smiled. He leaned down for the last time to kiss him on the forehead. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry for everything… I love you… You’ll always going to be a star…”

Tsukasa puffed into the same pink smoke. When it slowly disappeared, he was back in the past, and the first thing he was the devastated faces of his comrades.

“Guys-”

“TSUKASA!” Emu immediately hugged him so tight that he thought his ribs cracked. She was sobbing loudly. “YOU’RE BACK!”

“Tsukasa, are you alright?!” Nene was never the one to lose his emotions, but Tsukasa could hear the desperate relief in her voice. She went down on her knees and clutched his shoulders.

“I-I’m fine.” Tsukasa returned Emu’s hug gently, causing her to cry even more. “Did you meet my future self?”

Nene froze. “We did…”

“How was he like?” None of them answered. “Guys?”

“You don’t have to worry about it.” Rui crouched down beside him as well and pulled the both of them close and Nene followed in. “I’m glad you’re back…”

They hugged him tight as if they were worried that he would switch places with his future self again.

Tsukasa would never know about what the rest of Wonderland x Showtime had seen. Rui never told him about the state of his body ten years later: broken beyond repair but someone has been desperate to put him back with machinery. But ever since then, Rui had become more protective of him. Something changed in him.

He might’ve used the bazooka a couple of times after that, trying to look for clues of that bleak future from the news headlines: ‘Five years commemoration of the death of Emu Otori…’, ‘The peace treaty has been broken between Japan…’, ‘The Otori Cooperation will never be the same!’, ‘Scientists suggest of an approaching meteor…’, ‘The search for Pegasus’ body continues...’

Tsukasa could see it in Rui’s eyes: fearful yet determined. The future is not set in stone, so Rui swore they would never get to that future where the scientist Rui cradled what is left of hero Tsukasa in the crater that was his grave.

#RuikasaWeek24 #ruikasa #tsukasa tenma #rui kamishiro #when you remember that you haven't post it on tumblr 12 years later #anyway i looked at the prompt for day 6 and I got reminded of the petit sekai time machine episode #and i was like 'huh? why not make it hakapega as well?'#the basic gits is rui inventing something to meet the past version of tsukasa because future tsukasa is dead #tragic hakapega au #i kept swicthing back and forth on whose pov should it be and settled with tsukasa #because it'll be really wack to meet with a future version of your boyfriend who stares at you like he just lost a wife you know?#it adds the ambiguity #but then i also remember khr and the time machine changed into the ten-year bazooka and it was perfect #anyway the bazooka instead of taking you straight to your future it actually takes you into an alternate future #the future rui here is the rui who never returns to wxs after the whole main story incident #both tsukasa and rui are pining toward each others from afar because they're to stubborn

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play-rough · 1 year ago

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So, this is about your classification AU, but not exactly about Chuuya and Dazai, so feel free to ignore this if you don't wanna answer lol

Have you ever thought about the classification of the rest of the ADA (and how that might influence their interactions with Dazai)? Personally, I love Little!Atsushi and Little!Ranpo, as well as Caregiver!Yosano and Caregiver!Kunikida, but I was curious on your takes.

Also, if you do think there would be other littles in the ADA, do you think there would be playdates once Dazai is back on track with regressing (probably after reconecting with Chuuya)? If so, would Dazai be more social because the other littles are people from the ADA that he cares about?

Yes! I do plan on doing some one shots that take place in the early days of Dazai joining the ADA (i just like writing in between when manga exists, it’s easier to play around canon events don’t touch me timeline don’t come for me)

Straight off the bat i go back and forth whether i want atsushi to be a little or an alpha and then vise versa with akutagawa. Right now i am thinking little atsushi and alpha akutagawa, but i could also totally see the classifications swapped. I’m not as confident in my sskk writing so I’ll probably tackle them separately in their own fics eventually too. I do think atsushi would have larger range of ages regresses to just depending on how safe or emotional he feels, I’m thinking from ages 2-8. Most of the time atsushi is really active and rambunctious and just wants to play, kind of kid you take to a park and just let him run around. He does drop smaller if he’s feeling vulnerable or upset, or if he just needs extra attention. He likes playing pretend and he always plays games at the playground that end up roping in a bunch of other kids like pirates or warrior cats and everyone loves atsushi and wants to be his friend 🥹🩷 and akutagawa as his seemingly reluctant grumpy caregiver that actually loves him sm and is there in a millisecond if atsushi scrapes his knee or if it looks like he’s getting bullied on the playground

But for the rest of The Ada:

Kunikida would absolutely be a caregiver and he would take it upon himself to look after Dazai once the office finds out he’s a baby. Ranpo’s main caregiver would be fukuzawa, but kunikida often babysits him too because they’re all a family. Pretty much everyone in the ada sees kunikida as their nagging older brother, even if they’re not little, but once Dazai is in the picture it’s easy for kunikida to work taking care of him into his schedule.

Ranpo is a little, and I do think Dazai and Ranpo would play well together once dazai’s classification is exposed and he loosens up a bit. I think Ranpo would be a chunky block Lego kid (the big ones for little kids because kunikida fears choking even though Ranpo is pretty good about keeping things that aren’t candy out of his mouth) and Ranpo will build things and Dazai will help by separating all the pieces by color so Ranpo has an easier time color coordinating his tower. Ranpo would be a good older brother, he’d be nice and plays gentle with the baby.

Yosano would be an alpha (she is when the healer goes in with the GUN) but she cares about her whole ADA family and is always looking out for them. Dazai’s immune system is bad, and it’s lucky that they have such a great doctor on staff. Adult Dazai avoids yosanos office (he dodged his initial physical exam) but he at least realizes yosano means no harm, baby is terrified of her office. Yosano is real patient and goes slow with Dazai when he’s little and sick, and eventually the baby learns to trust her too

Fukuzawa is an alpha and he’s very protective over his agency members. He insists ranpo cannot go home by himself when he’s little, so he will usually take him home with him after work (kunikida takes Dazai home and then atsushi when chuuya comes back into Dazai’s life).

I love early Ada days when the agency is small and the stakes aren’t as high and there’s time to just be a family and i will write fics for them soon 😭🩵

#💌

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danganwolfpack · 2 months ago

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FAQ

So what are your muses exactly?

You can think of them as whatever, I don’t really care what people think or believe about it. However, if you’re looking for a genuine answer, they are technically soulbonds.

Okay, then what’s a soulbond?

A soulbond is when you make a spiritual connection to someone from another universe, and pull them into your headspace. Tends to happen accidentally for me, with a lot of effort(I still don’t know how I do it honestly lol), or if I start considering “What if?”s too hard, which is what happened with Black Cat. Sometimes they just randomly show up from dreams!

Can they go back?

Of course they can! As long as they aren’t DOA, can come and go as they like! Time is relative to wherever they are to perceive it, so it’s kinda like no time has passed whenever they do go back. We have a few daytrippers here who will go back days at a time sometimes.

What’s a DOA?

DOA, or Dead On Arrival, is a way to describe soulbonds pulled from death or right before. Kinda makes it their afterlife. DOAs typically come with residual mental and emotional trauma to their souls, which manifest as chronic pain and complications reminiscent of how they died. The more they heal from that trauma, the more those symptoms fade.

Does this mean you’re an endogenic system?

Technically? I’m a mixed system and have both a main pack (trauma) and bonds pack(nontrauma) here I think it’s fun to see everyone interact, they deserve their own space though outside the main pack in my opinion, so for the kids that want it, that's what here is for!

Why do you keep using the term Pack?

Honestly? It's because we prefer it. A pack is different from a family to me. Closer knit and more likely to help and be there for you, no matter what, even beyond family sometimes. That and it scratches the inner desire for that unity and a pack, and with wolves here it kinda just works.

Someone is acting funny! Why are they talking like a kid? Or barking? Or squeaking?

They’re probably age regressing or pet regressing, let them be them please. If you want to talk to them when they’re big or human, feel free to note that and I can see what I can do. AKA hope I remember to ask/show them later lol.

What’s age regression?

Age regression is a nonsexual coping mechanism where someone regresses to the mindset of a child. Some here are vent regressors, which means they regress in response to or to cope with trauma, but they may also regress sometimes for fun or to relax. Some will slip without meaning to. While others are caregivers and here to help out with the little ones. Or even swap back and forth between!

Then what is pet regression?

Kinda similar, but as an animal instead. Animal regressors may be more skittish sometimes since they can’t express their needs or wants through words as well, if at all, and that can be scary! Some of our Komaeda’s, wolves, and DICE members fall into this category, but I promise, they shouldn’t bite! As long as you aren’t mean, most of them are super sweet!

Don’t wanna interact with that? Don’t have to!

I’ll be working up some custom tags, like #kitto for those and you can block the tag if you don’t want to see it. Some may not come out of it often, and the wolves are almost always at least partially in that mode when they’re regressors so be warned! I’m just here to have fun so please be kind either way.

#more about us

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cinnamon--bagel · 5 months ago

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Hi, me again. I needed to experience some catharsis so I've started writing a PMD Explorers Swap fic. Enjoy.

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Marshtomp gulped as she started up the stairs that stood between her and the dreams that had been burning in her heart for years.

Wigglytuff’s Guild stood as a lone bastion atop Treasure Town’s tallest hill. Its tent silhouetted the visage of its Guildmaster against the sky, carving an intimidating figure that could be seen across the coast (even if it did look somewhat juvenile up close). Marshtomp had spent many mornings gazing up at the Guild from the entrance of her cliffside home, lamenting that she lacked the willpower to walk up the stairs and ask for a place in the Guild.

Even if they wouldn’t let her do any missions at first, she wouldn’t mind! They could put her at the front desk, or have her answer mail, or-

She gulped, taking the first step of her monumental journey. This was the closest she had ever been to her dream. Stopping now would be a waste! Yeah! Sunk-cost fallacy!

Before she knew it, she had taken another step. Then another, and another, and-

She turned, looking down at the town that had been her home for the past few months. From this height everything looked… smaller. Emptier.

Granted, many of the tents that made up the homes and shops in Treasure Town had been blown away by the previous night’s storm. From what she had heard, most of the townsfolk had retreated to the underground dojo even as the wind and rain chipped away at its clay-and-bone shell aboveground.

There hadn’t been any casualties, luckily, but… she had a feeling the dojo would keep being used as a shelter until the townsfolk could get back on their feet. Everyone had come out when the sun rose to put the most important pieces of the town back together - Duskull Bank, Kecleon’s Shop, and Kangaskhan’s Storage - but there was still a lot of work to be done.

‘Which is why I need to join Wigglytuff’s Guild as soon as possible!’ she reminded herself as she resumed her climb. ‘I’ve been skirting by thanks to the kindness of everyone in town, but I can’t do that when everyone’s working so hard to rebuild! I have to earn my keep!’

And, if it put her closer to her dream of becoming an explorer, who was she to complain?

That was the last thought in Marshtomp’s head as she reached the summit, faced with two last obstacles before she could cross the threshold of the Guild Tent.

An iron gate and a wooden grate.

“Hmm,” she hummed nervously, clutching her treasured Relic Fragment to her chest. She traced the inscription with a finger as she paced back and forth, spiraling deeper and deeper into her thoughts as the torches crackled menacingly.

‘The gate’s closed, so maybe they’re closed too? It is pretty late, the sun’s setting…’

‘Or, maybe, they keep the gate up all the time so that nobody just wanders in? Maybe it’s to keep criminals out, and I’m not a criminal, so I should be fine!’

‘But it’s almost nighttime, and everybody in the guild spent the day rebuilding Treasure Town… They’re probably tired, I shouldn’t bother them…’

“No!” she declared with finality, spinning on one foot toward the wooden grate. “I’m not putting this off any longer! I’m steeling my nerves and doing-” step, “-this-” step, “today!”

As her foot hit the center of the grate, a bellowing voice erupted below her.

“Pokemon detected! Pokemon detected!”

“Gah!” she squealed, falling backward onto her behind. The Relic Fragment slipped from her grip, bouncing down the path away from the guild. Marshtomp stared back at it and sighed. “I just can’t do it…”

She stumbled to her feet and moved to rescue the fallen stone, gazing into its pattern longingly. “Even after I brought my personal treasure to inspire me, I’m too much of a coward to go in.” She turned back one last time, taking in the sight of the Wigglytuff-shaped tent as it stood tall against the evening sky. “At least I got this far today… Maybe I’ll have more courage tomorrow.” Her head hung low as she retreated back down the stairs, eyes blurred and wet.

As Marshtomp reached the bottom of the stairs, she paused, gazing at the crossroads ahead of her. Her legs moved instinctually, taking her somewhere further away from town.

She couldn’t remember when, or why, she started visiting the beach on bad days. Somehow in the blur of time since moving to Treasure Town, she had gotten in the habit of coming to the solitary beach to watch the tide roll in. It was something she had started doing to reassure herself whenever she was upset that, unfortunately, had become a nearly daily habit.

Even so…

“Oh wow!” she marveled at the hundreds of bubbles lazily drifting through the air, each one catching the rays of the sinking sun and transforming them into a floating rainbow bouquet. She spent several minutes taking in the sight, breathing in the sea, and listening to the Krabby chatter as they blew bubbles into the wind. ‘It’s good to see the Krabby out and about, considering that crazy storm last night… It’s reassuring, like another reminder that life goes on…’ she mused as her eyes trailed a group of bubbles bouncing into the horizon.

As her spirits lifted, her eyes drifted further inland, snapping to an unexpected patch of green near the opening of Beach Cave. “That’s weird,” she muttered as she waddled over, expecting some debris from the town.

But as she got closer, it became clear that the mysterious pile was moving.

No… breathing!

“Ahhh! That’s a Pokemon! Someone’s washed up on the sand!” She screamed. ‘What do I do? Should I get someone? I don’t know how to treat injuries or help someone who’s drowning! Except, wait, no, they wouldn’t be breathing if they were drowning-’

A sudden cough forced her back into reality. Marshtomp dashed to the waterlogged Pokemon’s side, abandoning any hesitation as she set down her Relic Fragment and rolled the castaway onto their back. But once she got a good look at them, she froze.

The Pokemon - a Grovyle, she was almost certain - had the most frightening scar she had ever seen. Across their left side, spanning from above their arm to their hip, was an oddly colored patch of skin. It almost reminded her of a burn scar, with its dark color and wavering edges. The natural, though faded, red of their belly contrasted with the dying brown of the scar that curved around to the back, forming a shaky half-circle that seemed to be mirrored on their back. The thought of what could cause the half-moon scar sent shivers down her spine. How long would it even take to recover from an injury like that?

Either way, it had already healed completely. It probably didn’t have anything to do with whatever caused this Pokemon to wash up on the beach. Marshtomp shook her head, chasing away those chilly fears, and reached out a hand to tap their shoulder. “Hey, are you okay? Can you breathe?”

The Grovyle let out a groan through grit teeth, then sucked in a breath free of any resistance. They pushed themself up, blinking wearily. “Where… where am I?” Grovyle muttered, his voice like the rusted hinges on an old box that fought any sort of movement.

Marshtomp couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as anxiety lifted from her heart. “Thank goodness… You really had me scared there…” She straightened, putting on her best confident face as she spoke to the newcomer, “This is the beach south of Treasure Town. Do you remember how you ended up unconscious out here?”

Grovyle’s face wrinkled, as if he was thinking deeply about something. As Marshtomp watched his reaction, she couldn’t help but notice several paper-thin scars that dotted the skin unmarred by the grisly scar on his side. They seemed to be far older, given how many had nearly completely faded. As the silence stretched on, Marshtomp began to wonder what kind of person this Grovyle was. Someone who got in a lot of fights or accidents… she hoped he wasn’t a bad Pokemon, especially since more and more Pokemon had been turning to crime recently. Although, she had seen some pretty nasty injuries on Pokemon coming and going to Wigglytuff’s Guild. Maybe he was an explorer!

“I don’t know.”

“Huh?” The sudden comment snapped her back to the present. “You don’t?”

He shuffled a bit, shakily gripping the strap of a bag she had missed in favor of his injuries. “I don’t… remember.” His face, which had already seemed pale, grew more pallid as his eyes darted back and forth frantically. “Washing up on shore, where I came from, nothing. I can’t remember any of it.”

Any suspicion of this Pokemon bled away as his voice grew increasingly desperate. She moved closer, pressing a gentle hand to his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down-

When a sudden blow from behind knocked her into the castaway, knocking both of them down completely. A pair of unfamiliar voices burst into laughter, one laugh deep and rasping while the other was all shrill cackles. Marshtomp got up quickly so she could help Grovyle to his feet.

After checking to make sure he was unharmed, she turned to shout at the pair of intruders. “Why’d you do that?! Can’t you see that there’s an injured Pokemon here?”

“Heh-heh-heh,” came the high pitched laugh of a Zubat, “Can’t figure it out?” He flitted closer, showing that his legs were wrapped around-

“My Relic Fragment!” Marshtomp exclaimed. She glanced at the spot where she had left, her heart sinking.

The second intruder, a Koffing, chuckled as Zubat darted back to his side, “Whoa-ho-ho! What’s the matter? Are you too scared to come get it back?”

Marshtomp shook in place as the two began to laugh harder. Tears pricked at her eyes as she wished she had the guts to stand up to the two, but what was she supposed to do? She couldn’t even stand her ground when she tried joining the guild, so there was no way she could do something like fight the two of them by herself. All she could do was watch as the two slinked away into Beach Cave.

#pokemon mystery dungeon explorers of sky #pmd explorers #pmd eos #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon fanfiction #pmd grovyle #I lied. I've actually been developing this since 2017 but I've just gotten to a point where I'm happy enough with it and had the motivation #to write things down. That being said I am very excited to do more and revisit the game #especially since the past few months have been. Rough. to say the least.

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