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(Author Notes)

Panel 1: Imogen enters the market square uncomfortably, avoiding the eyes of the other villagers, who regard her with suspicion or even outright hostility. The population is largely human with a few half-elves and halflings sprinkled in and it’s clear that Imogen’s appearance makes her an oddity. Their thoughts crowd her, painfully, and she can hear what they think of her -- and each other -- without them having to say anything.

Townsfolk Thoughts: There’s that Temult girl what’s she doin’ here? -- Get out of my head, you freak! -- Cryin’ shame, what a waste of a pretty face -- Is she lookin’ at me don’t look at me I got nothin’ to hide don’t look at me -- how long ‘til closing time I want to go home maybe stop at the pub just one pint this time I swear just one Penny and the kids don’t need to know -- Just honest folk here trying to get by -- damn Susannah Mason is lookin’ fine in that tight dress if I weren’t married if I weren’t married I’d -- in MY day these only cost -- such a tragedy for poor Relvin first the wife and now the girl too -- where the hell is the damn squash --

A Mother: (hastily towing her child away) Come on, babygirl. Let’s go.

Babygirl: What’s wrong with that girl, Mommy? Is she bad?

Panel 2: The babel of voices continues as she tries to do her shopping. Someone else counting change beside her is making it especially difficult.

Townsfolk Thoughts: So that’s one silver, four copper, wait, no  -- one silver, six copper and -- heard there was a witch in the woods we already got one witch in town we don’t need another what is Gelvaan coming to -- pears, radishes, goat cheese, ham bone -- purple hair around here somewhere Temult’s girl must be nearby -- don’t think about the thing don’t think about the thing -- fu--!!

Imogen: One silver, six copper?

Produce Vendor: No! I said two silver, four copper.

Produce Vendor’s Thoughts: Girl’s tryin’ to cheat me.

Imogen: Right. Sorry. I wasn’t, honest. Just got a little mixed up.

Produce Vendor: Wasn’t what?

Imogen: Nothin’. Sorry.

Panel 3: She stumbles out of town, holding her head against the pain of an oncoming headache. Her nose is starting to bleed. Instead of heading home, she seeks refuge in the woods, but the clamor drifts after her.

Townsfolk Thoughts:  -- if those goodfernothin’ Fowlers let their dogs on my land one more time I’m gonna shoot I don’t care can’t lose any more chickens -- what’s her problem? -- think the wife knows the wife always knows wish she were dead maybe I should -- oh gods what’m I gonna tell Momma she’s gonna kill me -- don't know why I bother nothin’ to look forward to here not since Janey took my grandbabies and moved to the city got no one left to miss me -- then Clarissa and I could be together -- pennyroyal? Is it pennyroyal? Rue? Can’t ask Aunt Edith for help she’ll just tell Momma -- 

Panel 4: Deeper in the woods, there is finally quiet. She sits on the riverbank with her feet in the water and her head on her knees, exhausted.

Panel 5: Her hand, idling in the sand, finds a smooth river rock.

Panel 6: Imogen puts the rock in her pocket.

[josiesullysblog]

It’s You

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~Fluff, kissing, angst, touching, grinding

~Proofread?-no

~Summary- Sun boyfriend x moon girlfriend!!

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Neteyam met you when you were both thirteen. You were by the water trying to catch a fish with your bare hands. You laughed as you played around, his eyes staring at you with curiosity.

Didn't you know that wasn't an efficient way to get a fish? He came closer, though your back was still towards him. He had his bow in hand and was trying to help you out. “Maybe I could help you out!” you turned quickly glaring at the boy. “I don’t need a boy's help,” you continued back at trying to get a fish, “oh.”

Neteyam stared at you more, “Well are you gonna leave?” you looked at him to which he shook his head, “I can't leave you out here by yourself!” you scoffed, “I can take care of myself just fine,” as you turned you tripped over yourself, but as you fell Neteyam quickly grabbed you.

You both looked at each other, not making a sound before you got out of his arms. “Did my brother send you?” you titled your head, “if he did, you don't have to stay.”

Neteyam smiled, “Nope! No one sent me I just wanna stay,” He didn't know why he wanted to stay with the girl, but he wanted to make sure she was okay. You crossed your arms looking at him, “Fine you can stay,” Neteyam smiled, “but you have to listen to everything I say!” You smiled big as you expected him to say no, “That's fine!”

“So what are you gonna do?” he said as he came up next to you, “well I wanted to go deeper into the forest!” you started walking quickly, “Wait up!” Neteyam tried matching your pace, “I wanna make a pretty bracelet, like the ones my mom always wears. But the beads are a little further out!”

You smiled thinking about the bracelet, “why not have your mom or dad get the beads?” you shook your head, “they can't, they are helping my sister.”

Neteyam nodded, “And the rest of my family are too busy helping her to notice me, so i’m going to get them myself,” you started playing with the flowers around you, “what's your name?” Neteyam asked as he watched you, “[Y/n], what's yours?”

“Neteyam,” you nodded, “cool,” you both kept walking till you finally stopped, “Right there do you see them?” you smiled big as Neteyam’s eyes sparkled at the colorful beads, “Since I was so gracious and let you tag along, you go get them!”

Neteyam shrugged, “That's okay with me,” you watched as he carefully stepped over rocks, as the beads you wanted were on high trees, and took a good climber to reach.

Although you were initially annoyed that the boy tagged along, you found him useful. You were by yourself most of the time, with your parent's attention on your younger sister. She was born, sick that's what you like to say. She was more prone to sickness, and that meant a lot of the time your parents were focused on making sure she was alright.

Your older brother, who seemed the only person to remember you, became like a mother and father to you. Though you saw him as overprotective, you knew he meant well.

“Be careful,” you said as the boy climbed higher, “when I get down you have to give me a gift for doing this!” you laughed at him, “Okay!”

As he kept going, you both were unaware that you were being watched. Neytiri and Jake were out for a quick walk when Neytiri noticed Neteyam in a tree.

“This boy is trying to kill me,” she said as she stomped closer, Jake right behind looking around to see if any of his other kids were there to see a girl. He immediately stopped Neytiri, “I think he’s trying to impress a girl,” a smile appeared on his cheeks.

Neytiri laughed, “Putting your life in danger is no way to impress someone,” she turned when she noticed Neteyam was down, he handed you the beads to which you smiled, “What's my gift,” you smiled, “What do you want?”

Neteyam thought, “I want to be friends!” Jake laughed watching the boy, “Okay that's fine with me!” you said before turning, “now you have to walk me home, that's how you treat your lady friends.”

Neteyam nodded, “I was gonna do it anyways,” as he led you back he couldn't help but smile. You were beautiful, his eyes couldn't leave you. He kept wondering where you’ve been his whole life.

“Is there something on me?” you laughed as you approached where your family slept. Neteyam shook his head, “No, there's nothing on you,” you then titled your head, “Then why are you staring so hard?”

You laughed harder as you realized the blush appeared on his cheeks. “You're cute, Teyem!” you noticed your brother coming and sighed, “I have to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow?” Neteyam nodded, “Of course!” you smiled before turning around but facing the boy again and kissing his cheek, “bye Neteyam!” you ran towards your brother as the boy stood there smiling.

“Who was that?” Your brother, Alo, said as he watched the boy walk away, “my friend,” you said as you sat down and started getting the beads ready, “the chief’s son wants to be friends with you?”

“Yeah, is that a problem?” you loved your brother but sometimes he could be so annoying, “just watch out, guys don't wanna be friends with girls just cause,” you nodded, “okay.”

Neteyam couldn't wipe the smile off his face, the cutest girl kissed him on the cheek. He smiled on the way to his family, smiled as he help Kiri clean up, and smiled as he saw his parents come home. “Neteyam you seem happy,” Jake beamed as Neytiri rolled her eyes, “I had a good day, sir!”

Nothing could knock him off the tower he was on, “hm I see,” Neytiri said but before she could question more Tuk was in her arms taking her attention away.

The next day, Neteyam was forced to watch Tuk, though he didn't mind any other day, today he wanted to see you. “Do I have to?” he whined as he watched Tuk run around, “Yes, your mother and I have important business,” he sighed, “what do you have going that you so badly want to leave?” Neytiri asked the boy.

“Just wanted to hang out with a friend,” Neteyam said as Jake smiled, “what kind of friend?” Lo’ak ears perked up laughing as he saw his brother go red, “Neteyam has a girlfriend!” the boy laughed loud. Neteyam groaned, “Lo’ak shut up!”

With all the loudness, Kiri was the only one to notice your presence. “Hi,” the girl waves at you, “hello,” you said as you kept your hands behind your back, “is Neteyam free?” you said as you watch him argue with his brother.

“One minute,” she walked over to Neteyam yanking his tail, “you free?” Neteyam held his tail as he turned to yell but was hit with your face. You smiled as his eyes laid on you, “you free?” he faced his parents with begging eyes, “Twenty minutes.” Jake said as he watch the boy run towards you.

You both walked away as Neteyam grinned like an idiot. “Thanks again for helping me yesterday,” you told him as you stood in front of him, “I wanted to give you a gift,” you grabbed his arm before placing a bracelet on it. It had the same beads he gave you yesterday, and a sun gem right in the middle of it. “Like it?”

The boy smiled, “I love it! Thank you,” you nodded, “I made us matching ones,” you showed the one you had on your wrist, “I let you be the sun since you always have that smile on,” you said. “And I have a moon gem!” you beamed at the boy.

“These means were close right, like best friends?” you shrugged, “Sure,” Neteyam laughed, “Neteyam!” the boy turned and saw his mother, “I gotta go,” you hugged him, “See you later,” you walked away as Neteyam’s eyes stayed glued to you, you were perfect to him.

As the years went by, the closer you became to Neteyam. Wherever you were, he was close by, and the other way around. He was your best friend, he knew everything about you and you knew everything about him.

Your stomach moved every time he smiled, you nicknamed him, “Sun,” because his smile was so bright it made you happy. He was your everything and besides your brother, the only other person to notice you.

“Hey Mom,” you smiled as you noticed the bags under her eyes. Your sister has gotten worse over the years, “Nene, how are you feeling?” you smiled sadly, as the woman called for your sister, “It's [Y/n].”

She made a sad face, “Go check on her,” you nodded as you quickly went to, “Nene, how are you feeling?” you immediately grabbed a bowl of warm water and a towel. You smiled as you helped her up and started cleaning her, “worse,” the girl said.

“I’m only gonna get worse,” she gave a sad smile, “don't say that,” you said, “you’ll get better, you always do,” she shook her head, “not this time,” You knew she was getting worse, everyone knew. You just didn't want to come to terms with it.

“You can't leave, me and you still haven't adventured the forest, or picked berries that mom would never let us eat,” you rambled as you set the towel down, “you're going to get better and we’ll play together again,” tears fell from your eyes. “I need you, sissy.”

You didn't like talking about your family, it was a sore spot. Besides Mo’at, no one else knew how bad your sister actually was, well Neteyam did. You cried countless nights to him about her. How you wished you had more time with her.

That you feel bad for your parents and your brother, but Neteyam has always had this calmness to him that makes you feel better. “When you and Neteyam have children, you have to name your daughter after me,” your sister said softly.

You had gotten up to get her food, she had become so weak she can't even walk to have dinner with the clan. “What makes you think that we're gonna have kids?” she sighed, “he always picks you up in the morning, and you both have this lovesick face on all the time.”

You blushed as she spoke, “See, all I did was mention him, and you smile.” you nodded, “he is very cute.” as you both spoke your mother came, “Has she eaten?” you nodded, “have you cleaned her?” you nodded, “I’ve done everything, mom, you can rest.”

“No, I can't but thank you,” she kissed you on the head, “head out and go have fun,” you nodded as you decided to head to the pond. You thought about everything, you and Neteyam, your family. Neteyam was like your family, though your brother would say different.

He doesn't like Neteyam, you don't know why but he has something against the boy. “You could do better,” you groaned just thinking about it.

You were twenty now and could make your own choices. You’ve known Neteyam since you were thirteen and if Neteyam was, “Just trying to get in your pants,” he would've been done something.

You just believed your brother saw you more like a daughter than a sister. That's why he acts the way he does, but as your feelings for Neteyam grow the more you realize he gonna have to deal with just more than Neteyam stopping by.

“Hey,” you heard fast feet behind you, Neteyam smiled at you, “You were gonna leave without me?” he said dramatically, “I thought you had training,” you smiled big at him as he hugged you, “finished early,” his eyes looked into yours as he smiled.

“What,” you said smiling at the boy, “nothing your eyes are just pretty,” you giggled, “thanks,” you let go of the boy and started walking, “how’s your sister,” you sighed thinking about her, “not too good, but she spoke much more today!”

You tried staying positive, “what did she say?” you blushed thinking back to what she said, “she wants me to name my daughter after her,” you said causing the boy to laugh. Neteyam only ever saw himself with you, nobody could amount to your beauty.

To your laugh, your walk, the way you talk, or the way you move. The way his name comes out your mouth, the way your eyes sparkle when you see something or someone you love. Nobody could ever be you, and he knew if he ever mated with another, he’d be searching for you in them.

“Your daughter would have a beautiful name then,” you nodded, “yeah she said you’d be the father,” Neteyam couldn't help but beam. “Is that so,” you faked pushing him away, “She obviously knows you have great taste.”

You laughed, “That's enough,” you both approach the pond and you immediately picked up speed. Neteyam watch as you dipped your toes in, watched how your hips moved side to side. He most definitely was going to give you a child.

He wanted to provide for you, make you happy, and be an amazing father and dad. He wanted to be the best thing to happen to you if your brother would let him. Neteyam tried hard to make the boy like him. He was polite, he treated you right and brought you home every night. Neteyam didn't have a big ego, but what was there to not like about him?

He was the perfect person for you, so he thought maybe your brother was projecting. That's the only reason he could think of, “Gonna join me?” you cut his train of thought off, “of course.”

Though you both never said it, both of you knew you’d end up together. Even if your brother said no, or Neteyam was constantly focusing on his training. At the end of the day, you two were meant for each other.

You splashed water on him, “what's got you thinking so hard,” the boy smiled, “just the future,” you nodded, “scared?” the boy sighed, “Kinda, but I know I’ll be okay,” you stood in front of him, “I have you,” he said moving a braid out your face.

“Hm,” you got closer, “what if your parents find you a mate,” you always teased the fact Neteyam was meant to be the next clan leader at him. Cracking jokes about how his parents will find him, someone, if he doesn't.

“Guess all your Tsahik training would go to waste,” he said getting closer to you. “A shame,” you smiled, “a real shame,” Neteyam said before closing the gap. He grabbed you by the waist to bring you closer, you straddled his lap placing your hands on his chest.

His hand moved to your hair, as he broke the kiss. “Fucking perfect,” he said as he yanked your head backward, showing off your neck. As he kissed your neck, you moaned out loud. Smiling to yourself you started grinding down making the boy hard.

He brought himself back to your lips, “your beautiful,” he whispered. You smiled but that smile was taken when you felt Neteyam being ripped away from you. “What the fuck are you doing?” Your brother hissed at you both. “Fuck.” was the only thing going through your mind.

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Hey guys!! I’m so excited for the summer, I’ll finally have a consistent posting schedule!!! I’ll be posting next weekend, till then!!

[ghostboneswrites2]

my birthday is three weeks from Friday. so i was wondering if you can do a daryl dixon x reader? where the reader's birthday is coming up and Daryl overhears Carol and the reader's best friend from before the turn were talking about what to do for the reader's birthday. (the reader and Daryl are in relationship, been together since the farm) Daryl went on a solo run to find her a present. He wants to propose to the reader for her birthday. (You can decide if she wants to surprise him with a pregnancy test or not)

Happy (a day early) birthday!!!! I did like the idea of the pregnancy test but I had trouble writing it in without taking away Daryl's spotlight with his thoughtfulness. Hope you enjoy!!

Summary: After overhearing you talk to Carol and Evie about your birthday, Daryl decides to surprise you with some gifts, and surprise himself with something he was sure would be nothing but fantasy in the new world.

Warnings: None, actually. Fluffy and cute. Some profanity.

Note: Some of the gifts have links so you can see :)

        Daryl sleepily emerged from his basement in his shared home with yourself, Carol, and your best friend Evie, hoping Carol had coffee ready and that the three of you had saved him some. You kept him up all night asking him stupid questions about hypothetical situations like, 'If we were both penguins do you think we'd be mates? Are there any penguins left? Would walkers freeze in such cold climates?'

        He paused just around the corner before he entered the kitchen. As usual, you, Carol, and Evie were standing around the kitchen enjoying some breakfast and coffee, chatting about whatever came up.

        "So what's Daryl taking you to do today?" Evie asked. Daryl pressed his eyebrows together. He didn't have any plans, aside from coffee and casual chores to keep his hands busy.

        "Um.. I don't know. I don't even think he knows about it." You shrugged. You didn't care, it's not like you ever told him. Before you found a community that actually kept track of months and days, birthdays weren't really top priority.

        "What? You didn't tell him?" Evie shoved your shoulder lightly. "C'mon, stop being so humble!" She teased.

        "Want me to tell him?" Carol offered. 

        "Nah." You smiled. "Then he's gonna think I expect something from him. I'm fine, guys. Really."

        Daryl waited a moment before rounding the corner into the kitchen and rubbing his eyes. "Coffee." He murmured. 

        "Mug on the counter." Carol said.

        "Mmph." He groaned sleepily. You stepped over and took the mug before he could grab it and filled it for him, handing it over once you were finished. 

        "Black. Just how ya like." You grinned. He ruffled your hair before he disappeared back to his basement, proud of his acting skills. He pretended to be half awake to make sure what he did next would be an absolute surprise.

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        "I'll be back in a few hours." He announced, wide awake and dressed for a run. He had his bow slung over his shoulder and a backpack stuffed with whatever he might need for where he was going.

        "Didn't know you had a run today." Carol commented.

        "Mm. Need some things." He shrugged.

        "Okay, be safe. (Y/N)'s with Judith if you wanna let her know."

        "Nah. I'll be back 'fore she notices 'm gone." 

        With that, he set off. He had his mind set on a pawnshop he found a while ago on another run. It was big, and he was sure to find you a gift there. He searched his memories with you for inspiration. Ever since the farm, the two of you had spent a majority of your free time together. He was sure to stumble across an old conversation or something to hint him in the right direction. What had you liked? You had a thing for picking up cool rocks when you were out. You also liked weird shit, at least to him, like horror comics and creepy oddities. He wondered what he'd find like that at a pawn shop. You did mention needing new shoes and clothes recently, so that was a start. 

        When he arrived he emptied his bag in the passenger seat to make room for all the stuff he hoped to find for you. He crept inside the the old shop, silently scanning for walkers. He cleared it out a few months back but who knew what could have found its way inside. To his pleasure the place was empty, so he went on checking up and down the aisles for gifts and treats.

        The first item he found was an antique jewelry box with intricate carvings all over the outside. He figured it would be a good place for all your favorite rocks, so he went ahead and grabbed it. Next was a candle that smelled like  autumn. Apples, cinnamon, rain and leaves. He guessed you'd like anything that smelled nice,  so he grabbed it. He also found a few books and movies for the DVD player. He wandered over the the jewelry and scanned the display case, figuring he might find a nice necklace or bracelet for you. He paused on a little section that seemed to have gemstones and fancy rocks. Or.. crystals? To him, they were just shiny rocks.

        A particular gem caught his eye. It was clear but it looked like it had a tiny coral reef inside. He reached inside the glass and grabbed it, knowing you'd think it was lovely.

        He kept scanning the cases of things that were too expensive to leave out on the shelves. The bracelets all looked to posh for your taste. The necklaces were too gaudy. Maybe you'd like a ring?

        Most of their selection were engagement rings or family heirlooms, typical for a pawn shop where folks come when they're low on cash.

        He was about to give up on the jewelry when something that looked like it came out of a fantasy novel caught his eye. It was a dainty two piece set with a large kite-shaped gem in the center. It reminded him of the crystal he grabbed for you previously, but instead of a colorful reef inside it had wipsy green moss inside. It was like it was meant to be found in the forest. He picked it up and looked it over, imagining it on your finger. He started to picture how it would feel to slide it on your finger himself, then it hit him. Would you ever consider being his wife?

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        You were fixing yourself a little snack in the kitchen when he got back. "Hey, love." You habitually called out when you heard the door open and close. His heavy boots echoed though the quiet house as he approached you with his bag slung over one shoulder.  "Where ya been?" You wondered.

        "Just out." He said. "Got ya some things."

        "Oh?" You turned away from the counter to face him. He held his bag open and you peeked inside. "What's all this?"

        "Mm-mm." He shrugged. "Happy birthday."

        Your head snapped up. "How'd you know?"

        "Just did."

        "Oh... Wow." You blushed lightly. 

        "Go on, check it out." He urged. You grinned and set the bag on the counter, pulling out each item individually. You seemed excited about the books and movies. The jewelry box definitely caught your eye. "Figured ya'd like it for your rocks and stuff." He commented. 

        "It's so pretty." You admired the darkwood, tracing your fingers over the carvings. "That's so thoughtful."

        You found the candle next and took a whiff. "Mmm. Like fall!" You beamed. He smiled faintly at your excitement. You gasped when you pulled out the last item. "Oh..my..God.." You breathed. "It looks like a reef!" You gawked at the beautiful specimen of garden quartz. "I've always wanted one of these but they're so expensive -- or, were so expensive."

        You pulled him into a tight hug. "Best birthday gifts ever." You said giddily.

        "That ain't all." He mumbled, unsure if he was ready for the next part.

        "Oh. Really?" You were a little caught off guard. What else could there be, a new car?

        "Uh-huh." He nodded as you pulled away from the hug. He backed up a little and reached in the pocket inside his vest, pulling out a closed fist. "Gimme your hand."

        You pushed your brows together in confusion as you held out your hand, palm up. He gently turned your and over and slid the two rings on your finger -- the finger -- and tried to contain his nerves as he peeked up at your face through his hair.

        You had a mixture of shock, disbelief, and awe written all over it as you watched the two bands slide up to the base of your finger.

        "Oh.." You breathed, lost for words.

        "Was just thinkin'... Can't imagine it matters much anymore, but.." He took a breath. "Thought maybe we could--"

        You tackled him back in a tight embrace, cutting him off. He stumbled back and steadied himself against the kitchen island, chuckling with relief. You sniffled.

        "Yes." You tried not to cry.

        "Yeah?" He smiled, holding his arms around your waist.

        "Yeah." You nodded and giggled through your tears of joy. 

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[island-babys-blog]

🌺Mini Beach Stories Season 1 Ep 1 🌺

Characters: Volkan(volcano snail) x Human black gal

Warnings: Major size difference, praise talking

Word count: 1395

🐚Author's Note🐚: This is my first post. Enjoy! Let me know if you want more and comments down.

Synopsis: You spot a mini volcano snail along the beach shore. Being the curious gal you are, you pick it up and take it home, not knowing the slimy adventures you'll face. And a long-life partner as well!

Laying down on the sand with a towel underneath with you, your back facing the sky as your locs wrap in a bun with a few strands that held seashells and colorful beads along with a bright pink bikini listening to a small radio playing next to you, your eyes closed behind your shades all while being under the umbrella that brought you comfort, breathing in a deep sigh of relaxation until a voice boomed with childish.

“ ugh Y/N, are you serious right now, come from out the shade” your friend scoffs as she comes closer pulling you out by your arms from the cool umbrella that provided you shade

Pulling your shades up and resting them on your head as you look at her squinting your eyes from the harsh sun

“ Seriously leave me alone I need a tan, especially on my back-” “ Girl ain't nobody gonna care lets gooo” she whines her braids swinging “ I just wanna collect seashells with you and then we can hang out under shade,” she says lips pouting trying to show her puppy dog eyes the best she could

‘ Ugh this girl’ “ Fine let’s go but only for fifteen minutes” You say getting up and putting on your flip flops before setting foot on the sand

( yall that beach sand be burning my feet)

The sight of the waves crashing against the shore was truly breathtaking. With one hand holding the bag on your hip, you strolled along the beach, stooping to pick up seashells of all shapes and sizes – some large and small, long and short, wide and skinny. Suddenly, you came across something unexpected – a large, charcoal-colored object among the seashells.

You had never seen such a thing. Was it a rock? Or a seashell? Putting down the basket that was your hip, you put two hands on the thing looking down at it. Looking at it closely, you see As you reached into the darkness, and felt something warm and squishy. you shiver as your fingers probe deeper into the mysterious abyss. Taking one more of your finger you dig carefully until you feel something slimy and a light sound

~ squelch~

“Ah~”

“ what in the”

“Hey Y/N did you find anything”

As you glanced down quickly at the peculiar object you had placed in my basket along with the other seashells we had gathered, you noticed that the strange, clear substance was still clinging to my fingers like glue. Hastily, you wiped it away, feeling a sense of curiosity and wonder about the mysterious find.

you remain unaware of a pair of eyes, framed by a heavy blush, gazing up at you with a mixture of admiration and shyness. The soft, rosy hue on their cheeks accentuates the intensity of their gaze

As they have never been touched…..caressed……or even fondled like that

"Ha, nope I didn't find anything. Did you?" you questioned your friend, as you pondered the mysterious noise that echoed from the shell. You remained motionless, wondering if it was the result of the object. All the while, your friend continued excitedly sharing her discoveries.

Well you will just have to find out when you get back to your cabin

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room, you found yourself nestled in your bed, surrounded by a colorful array of posters and pictures of friends adorning the walls. You gazed at your collection of shells, rocks, and even some shark teeth that I had gathered from the beach, marveling at their unique shapes and textures. As you reflected on these smaller treasures, your thoughts drifted to the larger objects that you had also discovered during your beachcombing adventures.

As you looked up, you spotted it next to my bag, all alone. You picked it up gently and realized its true size; it's almost the same size as a baseball. You turned it over so that the opening was pointing towards you.

You slowly lifted the same two fingers and gently tapped, then slowly pushed until you felt a tiny ball-like texture feeling curious you rubbed a bit harder, not expecting a tiny squeak and a tiny…moan.

You quickly take your fingers out and gasp not at your soaked fingertips but at a little human inside the shell, its little arms and hands shaking at the little stimulation that you graciously gave it

The creature had a pinkish tone on its upper body, but its color transitioned to a darker shade, almost black, below its stomach.

“more….more please” a small breathy voice mumbled “This can’t be real” you wondered then chuckled until a thought came to your head

You took those same fingers and gently stroked a little harsher taking the pads of your fingers to feel for the bump, for its little sweet spot. The more you stroked and stroked the creature the more it came out of its shell almost as if it were going to fall out. Keeping the creature balanced you lifted the creature higher above your head until you saw what you saw was considered a male genital sticking out from between your fingers

‘ So cute is almost the size of my pinkie’

( Y’all work with me)

Bringing him a little closer you bring his penis closer to your mouth and wrap your glossy lips around it, slowing sucking you tasted a little saltiness from him but you should have known since he was from the ocean

“Ahh, ahh…wait slo-w-w dow-n-ngh!” The creature says putting his tiny on your face and holding some of your locs to keep himself steady, but you didn’t slow down instead you pick up speed and suck faster until his little body couldn’t keep up anymore, and tiny squirts land on top of your tongue, taking him out of your mouth with saliva strings attached to him from your lips, panting as if you sucked the soul out of him

Putting him on your bed facing upwards with his little body breathing heavily and dick proudly standing, you take the pads of your pointer and middle finger raising it to your lips to spit to create a finger-hand job

Taking him in your two fingers you twisted and pinch his dick until you you feel tiny hands clawing at your hand screaming for you to stop

“ W-wait, pleas-se slown dow-wn” he babbles globs of tears pour out from his eyes as you look down and smirk

“ Slow-w dow-wn” you mock leaning closer to him and kissing him with those same lips that tortured him minutes ago “ C’mon on you were just begging for it a minute ago, what changed?” you kissed and pecked his tiny chest

“You can take it… I know you can..right?” you questioned with a fake pout on your lip looking down at the sloppy mess you made of him

“R-ha” “ I ca-ngh” he studdered feeling too much pressure on his lower half as you slowly stroked

“ C’mon please for….me” you slowly whispered lapping up the tears that were falling he sobs and hiccups “ I-I can take i-it “ he quivers

“ Good boy” making him cry louder as you rubbed and harshly squeezed his dick until you saw his small eyes roll back pulling away as tiny squirts of clear cum landed on your finger

“You are such a needy little thing are you” you chuckled with a smile looking down at the mess you created feeling proud like a kid showing off their artwork. “ wonder if you have a name,” you think to yourself looking at the slimy mess on your fingers

You questioned picking him up until you were at eye level, a name popping into your head

“I'll name you Volkn and you will be my pet”~

The new creature named Volkn smiled dumbly at you with glee in his eyes finding the perfect home.

Right with you!

🌺Inspired by these two photos 🌺

[changingplumbob]

Knightstone Household: Chapter 9, Part 6

Suzanna and Pollock called Adam and Silas out of the office to open some more gifts.

Adam: Pol, what happened to your costume

Pollock: Not know

Suzanna: He wanted to get in his overalls after his bath. We’ve already taken the family photo

With gifts to each other out of the way the family examine what Father Winter has left for them. Pollock gets a Blarfy, Silas gets a model train, Adam got a common gem and Suzanna got a painting. It’s like Father Winter doesn’t know Suzanna is the one collecting gems and Adam is the one who likes fine art, weird.

Pollock: Mummy, can we book

Suzanna: You want a book

Pollock: I lo books

Silas: Can I listen to Mummy

Suzanna: I guess we’re reading a book then. Let’s go in the lounge, it’ll be comfier than the table

The trio move to the lounge and Pollock grabs the spot beside Suzanna.

Suzanna: Okay let’s see. This one is about a train

Pollock: Does train have name

Suzanna: They just call it the engine

Silas: We should call it something cool like... Harold

Suzanna: What do you think Pollock

Pollock: Yes to Silas

So Suzanna reads them the story doing her best to substitute in Harold for engine whenever she can.

After the story Silas jumps online to play with Ruth and Tyree.

Suzanna: Now Pollock, did I see you hit Sydney today

Pollock: No Mummy

Suzanna sighs. She did see it which means it’s likely Pollock is an aggressive toddler. They’ll have to find some way to channel that before he ends up a hot head like Adam.

Suzanna: Want to play for a bit Moondust?

Pollock: Yes Mummy

It seems Suzanna decides the best spot to play is right in front of the TV that Silas is trying to use...

Silas: Do you have to play right there

Suzanna: I would move but I can’t find your brother

Katherine: He’s on your back Suzie. Die, clay, die!

Suzanna: Oh there you are

Pollock: *giggles*

Suzanna: Shall we fly like a rocket ship huh? Zoom

Silas: Stay on the right please Mummy. My character is on the left

At dinner Pollock finally gets his serving of the grand meal while the rest of the household has some fish and chips.

Adam: Silas are you alright? You look a bit pale

Silas: My stomach doesn’t feel good

Suzanna: Ethelyn was saying she felt sick, maybe he got the bug off her

Adam: Yeah that would- Pollock! Do you have to spill so much. Try to eat over your plate

Pollock: I do

Silas: Mummy can I stay home from school tomorrow

Suzanna: I’m not sure the mod lets you do that

Silas: Can’t you let me do that

Adam: Silas we both have work tomorrow and your brother will be going to daycare. There’ll be no one here to watch you so you’ll have to go to school

Pollock: *thinking to himself* I made a pretty mess

While Adam and Suzanna take care of the dishes the boys nap on the couches, not quite ready for Winterfest to end.

Adam: Did we do Winterfest right then

Suzanna: There is one more thing... mistletoe

Adam: And it’s a tradition to kiss under it?

Suzanna: Yep. Can’t remember why but it is

Adam: Humans and their nonsense. Come on then Starlight

The two kiss and feel their hearts flutter. It's one of those times they both feel grateful to have found each other on this lump of rock.

Suzanna: Think we could have a quick jaunt upstairs before the boys wake up from their naps

Adam: Oh absolutely

Heading back downstairs Adam starts a TV workout while Suzanna shepherds the kids to bed. Pollock is keen for another story so Suzanna reads to him while Silas falls asleep quickly with his tummy bug. Once Pollock is snoring Suzanna tucks her two sons in and is about to leave the room when she remembers the monster under the bed. She’s not too sure if Silas needs to see her spray it but she gives a precautionary spray just in case.

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[giggly-squiggily]

Hiya squiggly! I always love when you open your requests, so I’m really excited for this! This time Clemont is the (unlucky) winner of my attention, so may I request something with him? I know that’s pretty vague, but the only thing I could think of was a comfort thingy with him and the reader, but I know you already have one of those written (very lovely by the way!) so maybe something with him and Bonnie? They have such a cute dynamic! Whatever you decide, I’m sure it’ll be great! Once again, my apologies that this is kinda vague, but thanks for taking the request and have a great day (or night!) -⚡️

BABIES! Ahh god I love these two so much, your honor! Originally this fic was gonna be angst with some comfort elements, but after thinking on it I revamped the entire thing and just made it sibling fluff and happiness cause yes. I've gotcha covered, friend!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@gladdygirl18 @rachi-roo

Bonnie bit down a sigh as she watched her brother disappear once more in his room, the door shutting with a soft click. It’s been nearly two months since Ash left for Alola, and ever since there seemed to be a permanent cloud hung over Clemont’s shoulders.

Sure, Ash wrote to them anytime he could, and those letters always seemed to brighten him up, but it didn’t seem like the joy lasted that long. As quickly as it came, her brother was back to quietly moping; putting on a brave face when needed but ever stuck in his head.

“Brrr?” Dedenne bumped Bonnie’s hand, snuggling close as the girl carefully picked them up.

“Yeah, I think you’re right. I’m worried for Clem.” She hummed softly, rocking on her heels. “It’s not good for him to stay in all the time. He’ll just keep working on his inventions until he drops.”

More thoughts passed, when suddenly she had an idea.

“I know what to do.”

~~~

“B-Bonnie?” Clemont blinked when he found her in front of his door a week later- spread out like a starfish against the cool wood. “What are you doing?”

“I’m blocking you out! You’re not going in there today!” She declared, puffing her cheeks stubbornly like her Dedenne- who interestingly enough was also posed exactly like her. “You’ve been hiding away in your room long enough! It’s time we had a day out!”

“Huh? Yeah- sure, that sounds fine. But I-” He gestured, but Bonnie was already grabbing his arm, pulling him along.

“No buts! You’re coming- right now!” She declared, marching him to the door with such determination he was forced to follow along. “We’ve got the whole day planned out, isn’t that right, Dedenne?”

“Chew!” The mouse squeaked in glee, bouncing beside them as they left their humble home.

“Oh dear..” Clemont sighed, accepting his fate as the warm sunshine touched his cheeks. When his sister wanted something, it was best to go with it.

~~~

Luminous City had many attractions. While it was especially dazzling at night, it didn’t fall short during the day. Bonnie skipped ahead, her hand in her his as they passed by crowds and Pokemon alike. Billboards flashed various advertisements: one about an electric gym leader from overseas caught his attention the most. She looked strong.

“Oo, it’s Iono! Word is she might appear in Kalos soon! They say she’s gonna make her debut here in Luminous City! Be ready, Clem- you might have some stiff competition when she arrives!” Bonnie grinned over her shoulder as they watched her add play for the hundreds of faces watching alongside them. “She’s pretty. Hey- you should totally ask her out when she gets here! I could have a famous streamer as my sister!”

“B-Bonnie! That’s not- whoa!” Clemont went to argue, but Bonnie had pulled him further until they stopped before a familiar place.

“Here we are!” She cried, arms high and smiling big as she did a twirl before the steps. “The Luminous museum! Home of all kinds of funny machines!”

Clemont gaped, eyes wide as he stared at the building. “Wha…Bonnie, are you sure about this?”

“Why would I not be?” She tilted her head curiously, confused. “Do you not want to be here? I already got tickets.”

“What- no, no not at all! I’m just- oh, nevermind. Come on!” Like a little kid in a candy store, Clemont practically sprinted to the doors, just barely grabbing the ticket Bonnie gave him. Behind him, he could hear her giggling.

~~~

“Bonnie look! This is amazing!” Clemont called out to her, eyes sparkling like gems as he pointed at some rather unique contraption. Bonnie couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Even her brother’s explanation- well, ramblings- didn’t help her understand its purpose.

Smiling and nodding, she let herself look around, taking in the sights around her when-

“Whoa!” She gasped, eyes big as she pointed. “Look at THAT!”

“That” turned out to be a massive Dedenne plush- the ones that cost a pretty penny in the toy stores around Luminous. It was perched with a number of other plushes and prizes as two men gathered a crowd.

“Come one, come all! Guess how many Magnemites are behind the screen and win a prize!” The man in white called out, charming the audience with a dazzling smile.

“Play as many times as you wish; but don’t get too cocky. The number changes after every win! Let’s see who’ll win the first game!” The man in black added, winking and making the crowd giggle. Bonnie felt her heart race with excitement- a guessing game!

“Wow, that must be hard to do.” She mused, finding herself joining the crowd. Next to her, Clemont was quiet with calculation, eyes flickering and mouth moving in silent numbers. “I bet it’s gonna take all morning to guess-”

“You there- the boy in the jumper! What is your guess?” The man in white called out, surprising Bonnie. She looked up at her brother as he raised his hand.

“27 Magnemites.” He said confidently. People blinked, looking towards the pair.

The screen fell back, revealing…

“That’s correct!” The man in white announced, the buzzing pokemon floating about the room and dazzling the crowd. “Come forward, sir and claim your prize!”

“Can my sister pick? I want her to have it.” He asked, gently bringing Bonnie forward. She looked back at him with wide eyes, finding him gently smiling at her.

“Are you sure?” She asked softly, brows furrowing when he nodded. After a moment looking over the prizes, she nodded.

“Okay- I know what I want.”

~~~

“Bonnie..you really didn’t have to.” Clemont looked down at the Heliolisk plush in his arms. He didn’t see it when he got there, but all but gaped when she returned with it. “You could have got your Dedenne. That’s what you wanted, right?”

“I liked Heliolisk more.” She shrugged causally, skipping along. “You always use it when you battle- he’s your favorite, right?”

“Well- one of them, yeah..” He couldn’t deny the joy he felt when she gave him the plush. It was so soft and cuddly, the perfect shape and stitching too.

Only… “Hey Bonnie-”

“OH!” She squealed suddenly, pointing at a stand nearby. “Crepes!”

His stomach growled involuntarily, making him blush. Bonnie giggled as she ran over before he could stop her.

Clemont hummed in thought as he watched her order them, his thoughts running wild.

~~~

“Mmm! I love crepes! This has been such a great day!” She smiled around her snack, cheeks pink and smile big as the flavors melted on her tongue. “What do you want to do next, Clem?”

“Bonnie..” Clemont’s voice made her pause, halfway through with her bite. “What’s really going on?”

Chewing slowly, she looked out at the people passing by, thinking of her answer. “Nothing really- I just really wanted to spend the day with you, that’s all.”

“I don’t think it’s just that. You took me to the Luminous museum- where we spent the majority of the morning in the inventions section- then when we won that game, you picked out my favorite Pokemon instead of yours. Then you went ahead and bought us crepes even though I know you love ice cream and I could have paid.” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “So what’s actually going on?”

Caught. Red handed- no passing go. Bonnie ducked her head in defeat. “Okay, you caught me. I wanted to cheer you up.”

“...What?” He blinked, surprised. Bonnie nodded.

“You’ve been so sad since Ash left; don’t tell me you haven’t- I know you.” He shut his mouth before any denial could escape. “I didn’t like seeing you like that, so I had this idea that if I took you to all your favorite places today, you’d be less sad.” She dared a peek, hiding some behind her crepe. “Did…did it work?”

Clemon gaped at her, then he laughed. “Boohonnie! Oh my- come here.” He reached out, pulling his sister close and hugging her gently. “Bonnie, you’re too sweet. I love you so much.”

“Heh, I love you too, big bro.” She grinned, hugging him back and relaxing in his arms. “Seems like you’re finally returning to normal, huh?”

“I do feel better. Thank you- really. I hadn’t realized I looked so sad; sorry for worrying you.” He patted her head gently as he let her go, watching her finish off her crepe. “I’ll be okay- we both will. I know Ash isn’t here right now, but he’s always willing to visit. Maybe we’ll see him again some time, yeah?”

“Hehe, for sure!” She tapped her last bite of crepe with his, finishing it with a smile. With their snack finished, Clemont got up, dusting off his hands and offering one to her.

“Come on- let’s go back to the museum.”

“You're gonna look at all those inventions again, huh?”

“Nope- there’s a Dedenne plush there I want to win. The guy said we can play as many times as we want, right?” He smiled at her booming grin, laughing when she practically dragged him there.

~~~

Bonnie was asleep, her new plush cuddled against her chest and her actual pokemon resting on top. Clemont smiled at her as he quietly shut her door, returning to his own room. Their day was a great one- more sight seeing around town followed by food stands and games; his feet hurt at some point but his heart was happy.

As he closed his door, his phone pinged, a familiar name across the notification.

Wanna V.Chat?

Laughing, he texted back his response before setting up at his computer, smiling as the ocean greeted his eyes.

“Aloha from Alola!” Ash cheered as he came into view, dressed in shorts and one of the local flower shirts. He was already radiating tourist energy. “Clem! I was wondering when I was gonna hear from you today!”

“Heh, sorry- I got busy.” He leaned in his hands as he took in Ash’s face. He had only been there for a short time, but his skin was bronzed and his smile was all the more radiant. It was a comforting sight to hold. “I meant to call you earlier, but Bonnie decided we were having a day together.

“Aww! That sounds so fun!’ Ash grinned as he sat down on the sand, adjusting his camera accordingly. “No worries- I was getting over the jetlag anyway. I don’t think I would have been as talkative then vs now.” That and the time zone difference meant it was easier to call at this hour. While Clemont’s sun was setting, Ash’s was just coming up. “You look happy.”

“Oh-” The blonde suddenly felt guilty. “Sorry-”

“Don’t apologize. I’m glad you’re happy.” The brunette smiled at him- genuine and warm like the sun. It never failed to make him blush. “Seeing you doing so good makes me happy; you tend to overwork yourself a lot. Try not to push it.”

“Are you and Bonnie secretly coordinating?” He asked with a raised brow, making Ash laugh. Oh what a bright sound. “I really should tell her I’ve been calling you. She was worried about me today- she’s gonna be angry when she finds out we’re in touch.”

“Hehe, maybe.” Ash laughed again, somewhat sheepish. “Hey- why don’t we make it a monthly thing? The three of us, Serena- we can all get on call together and catch up? I think it would be nice.”

“Yeah- that sounds good. Do you want me to share this number?”

“Nah. We can make a new one.” Ash decided, much to Clemont’s surprise. “I like this one being just us, you know? Call me what you want but…I kinda only wanna see your face right now.”

Clemont blushed more, and even Ash’s cheeks were red. If they were in person, the blonde could picture him gently brushing back his bangs, leaning in to-

“Hey uh- I’ve actually been meaning to ask you something.” Ash jumped in when the silence stretched, coughing some. He was clearly thinking the same thing. “This summer the place I’m staying at opens up to visitors. You can rent it out and have people stay for a month or so.” Ash fiddled with his hands, cheeks on fire as he shyly smiled at the camera. “Do you..want to come by? I mean to visit I mean.”

Clemont stared, taking in the new information with wide eyes. Ash quickly scrambled.

“I mean- if you want to! We can bring Bonnie and Serena- or just us, wait stop that Ketchum- but yeah! I can get the arrangements made; I’ve done some favors here and can get you a good deal on the rooms- why are you laughing?” Ash blinked as Clemont giggled helplessly, hands over his mouth and cheeks pink.

“I’m just- I’m just so happy right now.” He smiled, looking up at Ash’s eyes in the camera. “Yes. I’d love to see you this summer. If you’d have me.”

Ash brightened, nodding. “Of course I will! It’s a date.”

So it was. Clemont couldn’t wait for Summer.

Thanks for reading!

[roadkillremi]

Love Sucks Part 2

Randy Meeks X F!Gothic!Reader

MasterList

Warning : Language, mentions insomnia, Randy's a bit of a pervert, Spoilers to the movie Childs Play, Mentions Sex, Under-Aged Drinking, Mentions of Sunburn.

Summary : When a New Girl moves to Woodsboro Randy falls Head over heels for her. Despite her weird interests and odd habits the friend group accepts her.

Randy walked in to the halls searching for you. He couldn't find you in the morning and was determined to find you before lunch. He scanned the lockers to find you. And there you were in black baggy pants and a tight band t-shirt. Sadly there was Billy leaning next to your locker. He smiled yours was by his, Randy walked up to you, "Hey, Y/N.".

"Hey Randy! Billy was just telling me about this Saturday. I told him we're watching Childs Play!" Billy gave a small smile when you looked at him.

"Cool. Mind moving from my locker, Loomis?-". Billy rolled his eyes and moved away from the locker.

"what were you saying before we were interrupted..' Billy said shooting Randy a look. You put a notebook in your bookbag, "That Killer Clowns From Outer space is underrated.".

"No way! The Effects sucked ass!" Randy interrupted.

"So?! It was unique! And hilarious! Without it IT wouldn't be what it is!" You said smiling at Randy.

"I mean the Exorcist had better effects." He added. Sidney ran up to Billy grabbing his hand.

"What are you guys talking about?" She asked smiling.

"Scary movies." You and Randy spoke in unison. She shook her head, "They're not that good.".

"Yeah Yeah." Randy mumbled closing his locker. You smiled at him, "They just don't get it.". Randy smiled back, "Nope.".

"Sup Nerds!" Stu raffled Randy and your hair. You grained fixing your hair, Stu was a bit too welcoming. Randy rolled his eyes, "They were just talking about movies." Sidney said.

"Come on! Y/N there has to be something else you like!" Tatum complained. She looped her arm around yours walking towards the fountain. Randy followed along with the group.

"What do you mean?" You asked looking at her.

"Like music! What music do you like?!"

"Oh, the cure, Korn, Black Sabbath, Aerosmiths cool.." you gave a soft smile.

"No Madonna?" Tatum raided an eyebrow.

"No.. sorry."

"Whoa! There's nothing wrong with rock!" Stu said grabbing Tatum's waist from behind. You backed away from Stu and Tatum's mess of affection.

"Are they always like that?" You whispered to Randy.

"Yeah, one time I accidentally walked in on them having sex..." Randy said in disgust. You cringed your face, "Ew.". You went to sit in the same spot as yesterday. Randy sat by you and ate his sandwich.

"So, Y/N what are you wearing Saturday?" Tatum asked while Stu devoured her neck with kisses. You glanced down at Stu and back up at her.

"Not sure. What's the dress code?" You asked.

"To dress cute!" Tatum leaned in close to your ear, "Besides I think someone likes you" darting her eyes to Randy. His face went pink when you looked over at him.

"Tate! Stop playing the match maker!" Sidney said laughing. Tatum smiled, "Fine." .

"You guys hear about that guy that went missing last night?" Billy spoke up.

"No." Tatum said taking a bite of her chip.

"He was missing from work and wasn't at home and they found his body devoured." Billy said.

"Must've been a bear.." you said.

"I don't know haven't seen a bear in a while!" Stu said.

"You've never seen a bear." Randy blurted. Stu shot his head over, "Shut it, Fuckface!". Randy rolled his eyes, you looked over at Randy.

"Does he always call you that?" You asked lowly. Randy shrugged, "It's normal.". You looked over at Stu, "Hey don't do that.". Stu looked up at you.

"Are you protecting him?" He laughed. You rolled your eyes, "Just don't you look idiotic. Grow up.". Stu blinked, he didn't know what to say. Randy smiled to himself, "Why aren't you eating anything?' Tatum asked.

"Stomach ache. I'll be fine though." You smiled. Randy reached in his bag for an unopened water bottle.

"Here." He handed it to you with a small smile. You took it, "Thanks.".

"Awh, Stu why don't you do stuff like that for me?" Tatum whined. Stu kissed her cheek, "Because I fuck you instead.".

"Come on! Really?!" Randy whined. Stu laughed, you cringed your face yet again. Tatum huffed, "Y/N when do you get off work tonight?".

"At.." you looked at Randy for assistance. He looked up mid sandwich bite, "Nine." He said.

"Nine." You repeated looking at Tatum. She smiled, "Good, Call me when you get back!". You nodded, Randy's heart dropped that means you wouldn't call him. You looked over at Randy, "You alright?". He nodded, "Yeah just tired.". You gave him a sympathetic smile that made his heart flutter.

"Take a nap. I'll wake you up when the bell rings"

Randys eyes widened, his face even pinker.

"I.." he tried to find words for what he was thinking. You gently patted your thigh, "You can use me as a pillow if you'd like.." you whispered. Randy nodded dropping down instantly, his head resting on your thigh. His eyes were shaded by the hat you wore. The side conversations seemed to stop as everyone looked at Randy resting his head on the goth girls lap.

"How the hell..." Stu mutter. Tatum smacked his arm, "Shut up I finally found him someone!". You gave Tatum a look, "I'm just being nice.".

"Well I'm tired too..." Stu faked yawn, Tatum hit him again. Your hand went down to gently mess with Randy's hair. He kept his eyes closed scared to open them. He focused on your hand going through his hair. Dozing off pretty quickly due to the wave of comfort.

Randy watched you restock the movies while he dealt with customers. He looked even closer when you bent down to grab something. His Adam apple would bob up and down from him swallowing.

"Excuse me?!" A teenage girl fussed.

"What?" Randy dead panning over to her. She scoffed, "The movie didn't work.". She handed him the tape, "Well We're you Clueless on how to fix the tape?-". He said referencing the movie, she just stared at him. He sighed grabbing a pencil to fix the tape.

"There." He gave it back.

"Randy, I restocked all the tapes." You smiled. Randy looked over at you, "I also found this!" You slide Childs Play across the counter. Randy took and smiled, "I'll check it out for you.".

"Good. Because you're gonna learn to love it." You walked away from the counter to help a customer. Randy slid it into his bag for tomorrow night. He smiled to himself due to his luck lately.

Randy rang Stus doorbell nervously messing with his jacket. Stu answered the door, "Finally! Took you long enough. Randal's here!" Stu shouted. Randy walked in making his way to the living room. You heard your laugh from the living room. His heart rate sped up as he walked in. Tatum sat beside you telling a joke as you laughed. You looked over at Randy, "Randy! Did you bring the movie?!". He held up Childs play with a small smile.

"Awesome! Imma go get a beer wanna come?" You tapped Tatum's arm. She nodded, "Get me one, please." Billy grabbed your arm stopping you. You nodded, walking away with Tatum. Randy sat on the couch putting the tape on the coffee table.

"How was work, Randy?" Sidney asked. He glanced over, "It was fine, just the normal dumbasses telling me how Forest Gump is a comedy.". Sidney shook her head with a smile. You walked back laughing with Tatum. You placed beer bottles on the table taking one. You sat by Randy opening the bottle.

"Can we watch the movie?" You ask looking over at Stu. He huffed, "Come on let's play a game or something!".

"What are you five?" Billy said glaring at him. Stu huffed again, "Just trying to be a good host."

"you're a great host, Stu. But imma put the movie in." You smiled getting up putting the tape in. You went back to sit by Randy, "Get ready for your mind to be blown.". He looked over at you, "Uh-huh, sure.".

"STOP TALKING IN THE FRONT!" Stu fussed. Tatum hit his arm, "Seriously Stu?". He smiled, "My bad.".

Your arm rested on the back of the couch causing your body to be turned towards Randy. He glanced over at you, "What?" You whispered. He shook his head, "Just questioning the plot.". You rolled your eyes, "It's smart. He doesn't more much in the beginning because he's slowly becoming more human.". Randy nodded watching the movie, during the killing scene you didn't jump like he hoped. You sat still watching the movie, he looked back at you. You glanced at him, "Yes?" You asked with a smile.

"Ooo" Stu cooed, Randy glared at him. You turned around, "What?" You asked clueless.

"Honey, he likes you." Tatum whispered loudly. Your face went red and you looked at Randy. His face was also red, he got up storming upstairs.

"Aw! Man up Randy!" Stu yelled. You sat there looking over at Tatum, "Should I..?". Tatum nodded, you went upstairs searching for Randy. He was whispering to himself in the near bathroom.

"Randy?" You knocked on the door. He opened it, "What?-".

"Just checking on you." You said softly. He looked down, "I'm fine.".

"Listen. I.. I think you're cute and all. But we just met.. but I'd like to get to know you more.." you smiled. Randy glanced over, you smiled, "Don't stress yourself out." You kissed his cheek going downstairs. He stood there shocked, he wasn't rejected yet accepted. He went downstairs, Stu cheered, "Yeah! The man's back in!!". You gave Stu a look, Stu stopped immediately.

Randy sat back down beside you, you hand rested on top of his lightly. Randy relaxed into the couch, he seemed to get tired slowly dozing off. You woke him up with a small flick.

"You're about to miss the cool parts.." you whispered. He looked over at the TV to Chucky hiding a voodoo doll.

"What's happening?" Randy asked, he knew what was happening he just wanted you to keep talking.

"So Charles Lee Ray used Voodoo to get inside the doll. Asked him to get out of the body, he said no cause he used it for evil. It's a shame people see other cultures as evil because of people like Chucky..." You whispered. Your breath hitting his ear softly, Randy nodded.

Once the movie ended almost everyone was asleep. Randy was determined to stay up with you. You sat up taking a sip of your beer.

"Do you need a ride home?" Randy muttered. You shook your head, "It's like a 10 minute walk to my house from here. Do you guys usually pass out here?" You asked looking at Tatum laying in Stus lap.

"Yeah, pretty much. Sidney doesn't like being home neither does Billy. Tatum enjoys being around people all the time. Stus parents are always gone.."

"And you?"

"Heh... I'm just desperate for friends." Randy took a sip of his beer. You gave him a sad look, "Wow.. I never really had friends either. Due to my.. scary wardrobe." You laughed softly.

"I think it's cool." Randy smiled. You smiled back, "Thanks. I should head home, bye Randy.".

"Bye." He smiled, you gave him a small peck on the cheek before leaving.

Ever since Saturday you've become closer to the friend group. You would get invited to hang outs and shopping at the mall.

Randy would notice you flirting with him more often. Sometimes you'd brush by him closely with a shy smile. He didn't mind, he'd sometimes hold your hand walking to class. You'd apologize for being so shy when he'd show affection. He'd laugh and tell you he found it cute.

But the more he hung out with you the stranger you'd act.

Randy would call at night when he couldn't sleep and you always answered. You explained your bad insomnia habits. When he mentioned hanging out at your house you'd panic and say it's messy. Your skin would start to get red from the sun. Whenever he asked about it you would shake your head saying it's genetic.

He knew something was wrong.

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (9/17/2024) Episode: Fun in Flight

With a bag of parts and good news about First Order air defenses, the couple received a warm welcome back at the rebel section of the theme park.

Vi programmed their data pads so they could help get her X-wing “in working order” giving them cool hi-tech props to work with. Keenly aware it was the last day of their honeymoon, they set to work with a will, determined to experience this final mission before they left.

Noemi, whose background with robotics made her much more adept at this sort of thing, finished well before her husband.

She wandered over his way to observe and give him some friendly, teasing, advice. Catching him concentrating intensely on an imaginary weld, an “x-ray mask” shielding his face, she leaned in close and whispered: “I think you may have missed your calling sir”.

He jumped, grimacing as his “repair” errored out. “Oh, this is fine” he replied, starting over “although “Press X to repair fighter” is more my speed.”

At long last Vi cleared them to climb into the cockpit, which descended into a bumpy hidden tunnel as they “took off” into the sky projected on the impressive displays serving as the windows of their ride. Noemi, knowing how much Luigi had been looking forward to this, let him take the pilot’s seat.

Things started out well, with him baiting a First Order supply ship as Noemi shot down drones and Vi’s recorded voice gave updates about the traps being laid for their target. Unfortunately, Luigi found himself panicking again when the larger ship loomed large on their tail, firing intimidating blasts across their shields. “Hang on!” he cried, frantically punching buttons and levers.

Increasing speed and dodging through the narrow confines of the petrified forest, he got a bit too far ahead of their dangerous prey, and they lost the chance to capture and raid the other vessel when it crashed into some rocks. “We’ll get em’ next time” the recording of Vi assured them as they disembarked, disappointed but still exhilarated by their high-speed adventure.

There would be no “next time” for Luigi and Noemi this trip. They had just enough time to say goodbye to their friends at the Cantina and take one last walk through the park before grabbing their bags from check in and teleporting back home to Sulani and the real life that awaited them.

As he stopped to “Til the Spire” with Noemi in front of the statue at the heart of Blackspire Outpost Luigi reflected that spending time at his favorite theme park with his favorite girl by his side had made for a fantastic honeymoon.

He silently hoped that the upcoming Starlight Accolade ceremony would be just as wonderful for them both.

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[serenasoutherlyns]

i won't end up anywhere good (without you) chapter two

“Casey’s got a crush?” said Olivia from the driver’s seat.

calex. mature. ao3. playlist.

And the rocks and stones and the vetiver Rat's nest put holes in the rabbit fur Sun's coming up and the moment it feels like a purr And the rocks and stones and the vetiver

Unknown number: Hey, this is Alex. Rita gave me your number. How’s everything?

Casey was very glad to receive the text. It had been about a week, another stop, they were on their way from Rochester up to Toronto. She had, unusually, found herself sad not to get Alex’s number. Alex wasn’t blending into the background like all the rest of them were, like the ones since her were. She would think about Alex’s skilled work at the café, and about the seductive tones in her voice. She must’ve smiled down at her phone, because Amanda felt the need to comment. “Who’s that?”

“Just Alex,” Casey replied.

“Who’s Alex?”

“Blonde girl from Mass,” Casey clarified.

“Oh that girl, nice,” said Amanda.

“Casey’s got a crush?” said Olivia from the driver’s seat.

“Oooooooh,” said Rafael.

“I have a girl sending me texts,” said Casey, “nothing more.”

“Sure,” said Amanda. Casey could tell that was the end of the teasing. She sent back:

Casey: Hey Alex, nice to hear from you. How’s it going? How’s the café? Any good shows lately?

Alex: It’s how it always is, it’s fine. And yeah, some good, some terrible. How it always is.

Casey: Sounds about right.

Alex: What about you? How’s the road?

They were at the Canadian border. Casey snapped a picture and sent it to her.

Alex: How exciting!

Casey: On to Toronto!

The messages were left there for a while. It was nice to hear from Alex. Casey took a nap and then they played twenty questions. Before they knew it, the drive was over. They unloaded at the next house and introduced themselves. They played the show, and it was like every other show. They all started to blend together at a certain point, and they started to annoy each other. The tension between Amanda and Olivia was growing ever thicker, and while Casey didn’t mind, it was clearly pissing off Raf. They had to fill up the weekdays somehow as well, and the boredom got to them. After Toronto it was on to Kitchener, Hamilton, and London. There was an especially cute cat in Hamilton.

Alex: So where next?

Casey: Detroit! Back to the US of A.

Alex: Welcome home.

---

In Detroit, they had some really good burgers on their way in. Their hosts were cool, a little older than usual. Their place was actually quite clean. By the time the show rolled around, everyone was well-rested and ready to perform. A song into the set, Casey saw her.

Alex gave her a smile when she caught her eye from the crowd. It threw Casey off her rhythm for a moment, she recovered, but her fingers felt numb as she felt her heart beat through them. Raf shot her a confused look before she got completely back on track. Had she traveled all this way to see her? Casey almost believed it was another woman, but she would recognize that face anywhere, she realized. The green in her hair had faded slightly, a more pastel tone shone through. She wore a tight black crop top and jeans. She had on the same dark lip color Casey had seen before, it must be her trademark. Casey couldn’t wait to finish out the set, though she enjoyed it as she always did. There was something so magical about playing music with her friends. She always tried to take a moment to enjoy it after the show. After they played their last song, she gave everyone the classic sweaty hugs they always did. Then, she found Alex waiting for her close to them, not dispersing like the rest of the crowd.

“Alex, hey,” said Casey breathily, worn out from playing.

“Hey yourself,” said Alex. “You were amazing.”

“Thanks, thanks. Wasn’t my best set, I was a little, distracted.” Alex’s eyes were entrancingly blue. Casey’s attention was drawn to the pale skin of her midriff. She noticed a tattoo of a violet on her forearm.

“Sorry about that.”

“Oh no, it’s very, very welcome.” They just looked at each other for a pause.

“What are you doing here?” Casey asked finally.

“Seeing you,” said Alex. “I had the weekend off, my college friend lives out here. I figured I’d make a trip of it.”

“You didn’t drive all the way from Massachusetts to see me, right?”

“No, no, I flew.” Casey’s eyes widened, but before she had a chance to chastise Alex for spending that kind of money, she continued, “Like I said, I’ve got friends here.”

“Is that where you’re staying?”

“Yep, they even have a spare bedroom.”

“Nicer than the couch I’m crashing on.”

“Well,” said Alex, “I might have an alternative for you, then.” Casey stepped into her space and kissed her. Raf whistled at them. Casey flipped him off. Olivia had her hand on the small of Amanda’s back and Amanda had her head on Olivia’s shoulder.

After the band packed up for the night, Casey and Alex skipped out on the post show celebrations in favor of heading over to where Alex was staying. Her friends were long asleep. Alex opened a bottle of wine she’d bought, either to share with Casey or to drink alone in the event of a rejection. Casey laughed at that suggestion.

“So you went to college then,” said Casey.

“Yep,” said Alex, “I have an English degree.”

“Miss fancy over here,” said Casey.

“Miss fancy? Lot of good it’s doing me now.” Alex laughed. Casey returned it.

“I failed a semester of community college and then we started touring,” said Casey, “we’ve been together since we were teenagers.”

“Wow,” said Alex, “that takes some commitment.”

“I guess so,” said Casey, “they’re like my family now.” Alex didn’t press the implications of that statement. “Thanks for coming to the show, Alex. It really is nice to see you.”

“It’s nice to see you too,” said Alex, and set her wine down. She rolled into Casey’s lap and kissed her.

---

Casey woke up well-rested, beside Alex this time. Alex was already awake, scrolling Instagram idly. Casey sat up and stretched.

“Good morning,” said Alex. “Sleep well?”

“Very,” said Casey, “I haven’t spent the night in a real bed since the last time I saw you.”

“I could never,” said Alex. “Do you want breakfast?” Casey checked her phone. No texts, which meant she could. They found a little diner down the street. Casey ordered eggs and hashbrowns, Alex got waffles with whipped cream. Casey found it cute when she got some on her nose.

“I’m so glad you came,” said Casey.

“Of course,” said Alex. “I really like you, Casey.” Casey felt herself blush. She turned her head to the side and took a bite of her hashbrowns.

“I like you, too,” said Casey. She felt her phone buzz.

Olivia: Come back, on road in one hour.

Casey sighed. It wasn’t that she wasn’t excited for Ann Arbor, it was that she didn’t want this moment to end. How unusual, she thought. It was good to be surprised.

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Zebedee | Even In The Storm | Platonic

A fishing trip goes awry, but God is faithful through every hardship. 

TW : Described near-death by drowning.

Requested by Katie

There is a storm lingering on the horizon, but it doesn’t dissuade Zebedee from rolling out his nets on the shore of the Sea of Galilee. “Are you certain that this is a good time to go?” His older son comes to stand next to him and assists his father without him having to ask for it. The two expertly untangle the nets before carefully checking it for any holes. 

“The wind is blowing the clouds the other way.” Zebedee ensures him. “Where is your brother?” 

“He’s on his way.” James replies as they hoist the heavy equipment into the vessel with practised ease, which rocks from left to right in the shallow water. The old fisherman tucks it into its place and turns to his son, placing his hands on his hips. 

“What’s taking him so long?” 

As if on cue, John rounds the corner, a basket loaded with food around his arm. Salome never allows the three of them to leave the home without the possibility to eat their fill while floating around in open water. Behind his frame, you appear, your feet having trouble keeping up with John’s large strides.

“—What do you mean, I shouldn’t?” your voice is indignant and carries sharply through the air as you walk after him, “I’m a grown woman, I can do whatever I want!” 

“Because it isn’t safe!”

“Oh, but it is safe for you, James and abba?” you counter, “As if you can win it against the waves if you were to fall overboard!” 

“We are better swimmers than you.” 

As John halts at the edge of Zebedee’s vessel, you cross your arms and tap an angry, sandaled foot into the sand, slightly out of breath from trying to catch up with your older brother. “Abba, say something!” 

Zebedee frowns a bit. “Say what, exactly?” 

You click your tongue in annoyance, rolling your eyes. “About John not wanting me to come with you guys!” 

Your father lets out a long sigh and looks at you, lowering his chin a bit, wearing a stricter expression.

“No. He’s right. You should stay with your mother. You know how she doesn’t like to be alone for extended periods of time. Besides, one more soul means less space for fish.” 

You pout, but won’t take no for an answer. “Please, abba? I rarely get to fish with you. It’s unfair, only because I’m a woman you think I’m too weak to properly—” 

“—Now don’t put words like that in my mouth, young lady.” Zebedee warns, pointing a finger at you before giving you a long, thoughtful look. “It has nothing to do with that.” 

“Fine.” he says after a moment of pondering, “You can come with us.” 

James opens his mouth in protest, but Zebedee lifts that same index finger he had pointed at you, and it shuts his oldest son right up.

You grin, punching John in the shoulder. “Ha! I’ll take the bow!” 

“No way!” 

 “Yes way!” 

You jump out in front of John to stagger to the bow of the sloop, and in spite of him being older, stronger and taller than you, you come out victorious regardless of it. You cheer, your brother moping as he sits down on his second-favourite spot in your father’s boat, and the other two join you right after pushing it into deeper waters. A proud grin tugs at your mouth - you’ve found yourself quite able of vying for yourself with two older brothers in the household. 

Although you’ve grown up in and around water, you are indeed not as good of a swimmer as John and James are, but you’re managing yourself around the boat just fine. As James rows towards open water, you lean over the edge of the boat and slide your fingers through the cool water, smiling as you inhale the salty air of the Sea of Galilee. No, you’re not as mobile in the waves as the rest of your family is, but it’s home regardless.

A few drops disturb the flat surface of the waters, and the wind picks up, causing you to pull your veil a little tighter around your head. Dark clouds are steadily packing together above the lake and Zebedee casts an anxious glance towards the skies.

“I thought you said these storm clouds were drifting away from us, abba.” James mutters without accusation in his voice. He knows to always trust his father’s judgement, also if it happens to land them in the middle of a summer storm. 

“Yeah, I know that.” Zebedee sounds suddenly uncertain of himself as he swallows hard. “But we will manage. We’ve managed before, and with Adonai on our side, we will be safe, yes? Ah, (Y/n)… Why not get away from the edge of the boat?” 

You want to throw a comment your father’s way that you’re not a child and will be fine, but there is a certain edge in his tone that has you shimmy away from it anyways. You don’t want to upset nor worry him, especially since he was so kind as to let you come on the boat with him and your brothers. John grabs the other oar and starts helping out James in order to balance the boat, which has started to rock in the heaviness of the wind.

“Okay (Y/n), help me out here.” Zeb requires your assistance. You listen to your father by grabbing hold of the other end of the nets that have been gathered in the edge of the ship. “Hold on tightly, alright? Cast it as far as you can.” 

You nod and wait for his sign to throw it. “One, two—” 

On three, you fling it overboard towards the water. Your side doesn’t land as far as Zebedee’s, but a fatherly smile spreads of his face. “That’s alright, my girl. The fish will get in regardless.” 

The boat suddenly rocks a bit heavier, causing you to dig your nails into the wood of the bench you’re sitting on, and all four of you stop what you are doing for a moment. 

“Uh, abba… Should we really be here?” John queries.

“We’ve survived worse than a mere breeze.” Zeb tries to keep the mood light.

“Yes, but that was without (Y/n) here.” James adds. 

You glare at your oldest brother, who then shrugs.

“Listen here, you thick-headed—” 

“—Alright, that’s enough. I didn’t bring you with me here to bicker all day. You’re scaring the fish away. To answer your question, John, a bit of rain works wonders for us. After all, the fish will think it’s flies or mosquitoes dancing on the water instead of rain drops. They’ll come to the surface and swim right into our nets, ha!” 

“I… I already knew that, because you’ve told us that same thing about… A dozen times now.”

Zebedee hums thoughtfully. 

“Have I? Hm. Maybe I’m just getting old.” 

Worry tugs at your heart upon the seemingly harmless comment. After all, you don’t like thinking about your parents growing older as time passes, even though it’s something that will come sooner or later. 

A crack of lightning splits the skies above you, cloaking the lake in a brief flash of bright light, and thunder rumbles in the distance only moments after. You shoot a worried glance in your father’s direction as he visibly tenses. The waves rolling in increase in size, swaying the fishing sloop back and forth more frantically now. 

“Okay, easy now. Hold on, alright?” 

You gulp and nod at him, feeling the force of the waves crashing into the sloop from the sides. As James tries his best to keep the boat somewhat levelled by attempting to counter the rocking by using the oar, John glances at you a little nervously. “You seem pale, are you al—” 

A crack of thunder rolls through the sky, and it catches the four of you so off-guard that it happens before you can even comprehend what is going on — a firm jolt of the sloop defies gravity for a moment. The next second, you’re enveloped in icy, staggering cold, with your airways obstructed. It is oddly reminiscent of the first time Zebedee took you out to learn how to swim. It’s an old, familiar stranger. An unwelcome one at that.

For what feels like eternity, you sit in silence, floating in nothingness as if the water cannot reach your nerves. Small droplets fall onto the surface, growing larger as they ripple. Somewhere above you, blue light flashes, followed by a deep rumble. It sounds muffled. You suddenly realise you’re underwater, at the mercy of the Sea of Galilee. Your entire body seems to freeze in time, as if it doesn’t know what to do.

Somewhere in the distance, a hand reaches out for you, but it’s too far away to be grabbed. Already the plaything of the waves, you find yourself drifting further away, your chest growing tighter from the lack of oxygen. Then, the muscles in your legs finally remember how to move, and with a strong kick, you push yourself to the surface. 

The moment your head breaks the water tension and emerges, your name rings inside your ears over the deafening sound of the rain. Your lungs burn as you gasp for air, a gulp of unpleasant water sending you into a coughing fit. The pitter-patter of droplets has evolved into a full-blown summer storm as you search for the owners of these voices, completely disoriented. 

When Zebedee finally manages to grab the scruff of your tunic, hoisting you inside the boat, you momentarily ponder if this is what the stray, flea-infested kitten that you had found as a child must have felt like when your father pulled it out of the pantry, its whiskers full of goat milk. 

It takes you a moment to realise you’re back in the boat. You squint at the three faces hovering above you, for you can make out that their lips are moving, but the sounds that come out are a blur of baritones. Suddenly, you are rolled onto your side, and you throw up the water you had swallowed.

“Breathe!” is the first word you can recognise from the panicked voices, and your father slams his palm onto your back roughly to stimulate you in such a way that you’ll continue to cough the water from your lungs. “Breathe, (Y/n)!” Zeb orders you again.

A loud gasp tears from your aching lungs. Your head hammers painfully as the cold creeps into your bones. With an aching throat, you exhaustedly slump back into the boat, trying to catch your breath. Your father grabs your chin and looks you in the eye.

“Can you hear me?” 

You weakly nod.

“Answer me verbally. Can you hear me?” 

“Y-Yes—“ you hoarsely reply, rubbing at your neck. Your limbs shiver uncontrollably. From one of the chests brought on board, James grabs a cloak to wrap around you. 

“Oh, thank Adonai.” John breathes. “See, I said this was a bad idea!”

“Eema is going to kill us if she hears about this! There is no way we can ever bring you onto a fishing trip ever again, (Y/n)!” James adds. 

“Boys, stop it. This is not the case, nor is it what she needs right now. You’d do good to listen to what your sister needs, yes?” 

Both of them look a bit guilty. “Sorry.” John mutters as he searches for a skin of water to offer you a drink from. Zebedee takes it and brings it to your quivering lips. 

“I’m sorry.” you whimper, on the verge of tears. Zebedee clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

“No need to be. Drink this. James, John, let’s bring her back home, okay? It’s not like there is a lot of fishing to be done in this weather, anyways.” 

Together, James and John manage to skilfully direct the boat back to the village in spite of the wind trying to get the best of you. In the meantime, you sit against your father’s shoulder, crying quietly out of shock and shame. 

“I’m sorry I ruined your fishing trip—”

“(Y/n)…” Zebedee mutters with a fatherly warning in his tone, “Stop apologising. None of us can best the lake even if we wanted to. Water can be wonderful, but also very dangerous. So don’t feel guilty, for you didn’t ruin anything. Alright?” 

“Alright.” 

Zebedee presses a kiss against your forehead and holds you close, rubbing your shoulder as the docks come in sight. Once there, John straps the vessel to the pole whilst James lifts you up, not caring whether you’re soaking his tunic. The three men rush through the muddy streets of Capernaum, the storm making it so that barely a soul sees you traverse the place. 

“Let’s get you inside,” Zebedee reassures you as your home comes into sight, where Salome is just peeking through the shutters in order to see if her husband and children have returned home, when she realises what has happened. Even in your dazed, exhausted state, you can hear her gasp from here. 

The house is warm when James carries you over the threshold. 

“Get her into something warm.” You can hear your father tell your mother. “Let’s speak about this face to face later, once she is tucked away into bed.” 

You don’t even have the energy to protest, to argue that you aren’t even that tired, because you are.  In the light of the fireplace, as Salome dries you off and helps you into a clean, dry tunic, you feel yourself grow more drowsy every passing second. 

As you manage to walk towards your room by your own, you halt in the doorway, turning to a concerned Zebedee. Behind him, your brothers are looking at you in equal worry.

“Abba?” 

“How are you feeling, my dear?” 

“Better now.” you whisper. “Thank you. Also for bringing me along.”  

He hums and smiles.

“You’re very welcome. I’m looking forward to the next time already. Rest now, okay?” 

“Okay.”

On that note, you head into your cosy bed, getting comfortable under the sheets.

In the background, as you drift off, you can hear the mumble of your father’s voice explaining to Salome what had occurred, and it lulls you into a peaceful sleep.

[valdomarx]

Roy had it all planned out: he was going to spend six weeks in a beautiful villa in Marbella with his gorgeous girlfriend and it was going to be relaxing and cultured and oh so romantic.

But life is capricious and fate is cruel, so instead he found himself dumped by his girlfriend and in a beautiful villa in Marbella on a romantic getaway with Jamie fucking Tartt.

Keeley had been very kind and as gentle about ending things as she could be, but Roy knew the signs of someone progressing out of his league. He’d saved her the discomfort of a protracted fizzle out by being the one to say the words, but he was pretty sure that she would soon be moving on to better things and he would not.

She had insisted — like, really insisted — that he take this holiday though, and because this was fucking Richmond AFC and it was packed to the rafters with gossipy old women, rumours were spreading within hours that his relationship was on the rocks and was he going on holiday on his own.

He would have been annoyed about that, would have preferred to lick his wounds in private, but the day he arrived in Marbella an entire entourage had turned up at his door. Half the team was there, bustling into his rented villa with cans of cheap beer and bags of crisps and bottles of sunscreen, and by the time the doorbell stopped ringing his living room was crammed with cheery, excited lads, and perhaps it was actually kind of sweet.

They’d spent three weeks swimming in the sea and eating tapas, staying out too late at fancy bars and dancing like idiots at expensive clubs. Sam had taught them all to windsurf — a man of hidden talents, that one — and Isaac enthusiastically organised games of beach volleyball. Dani nominated himself head chef for the holiday, and Jan Maas was in charge of carrying home anyone who fell down on their longer nights out.

It was, to Roy’s frank astonishment, really rather fun, and certainly better than moping alone.

And thank fuck, not once did anyone mention Keeley or ask him to talk about his fucking feelings.

Soon the three weeks had been up, and it was time for the team to return home. But for some unknown fucking reason, Jamie had decided that he was staying. No arguments or recriminations or any amount of yelling would move him. He’d simply planted himself on Roy’s sofa and announced that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Some fucking misguided sense of loyalty or some shit. Roy should never have hugged the prick at the end of the season.

(Nah, he couldn’t regret that. He did get them promoted. But why the fuck Jamie thought he had to stay now, Roy couldn’t say.)

-

So they’d settled into… something. The first few days Roy lazed about on the balcony overlooking the sea, and Jamie mostly read (who knew he could read?) and stayed out of his way. They ate dinner together at cosy, casual restaurants, and it was… okay. It was fine.

Jamie would get up early to go for a run before the day got too hot, and Roy would get up late and make coffee for them both. Jamie would pick up pastries from the bakery on the way home, then they’d share breakfast and talk about their plans for the day and Roy didn’t hate it.

It felt like a respite, like they were extracted into a bubble of sunshine, pausing for a while while the world spun on without them.

Jamie arrived back from his run one morning literally bouncing with excitement. “I took this new route, right, and I saw these sculptures in town, right? And they’re by Salvador fucking Dalí! The absolute legend. How cool is that? We gotta go visit em!”

As Jamie bounced off to shower, Roy very quickly googled Salvador Dalí and saw a lot of chat about surrealism and impressionism and some other arty shit he didn’t understand. When Jamie came back he nodded sagely like of course he knew who Dalí was, and was just surprised that Jamie did too.

They went and looked at the statues. They certainly were, uhh, shaped.

Then they walked around the rest of the city, and all day long Jamie babbled out facts about Marbella and Dalí like he’d swallowed a fucking guide book. Roy mostly tuned it out. It was hard to maintain his distant, grouchy air though, when Jamie was so enthused. Like he was having the time of his life, as if there were literally no place on Earth he’d rather be and no person he’d rather be regaling with the full artistic history of Spain.

It was fucking weird, is what it was. And weirder still, Roy found himself almost enjoying it.

That night, Roy declared he’d had enough of eating out and he was going to cook dinner himself. Jamie sat and watched, wide-eyed, as Roy sliced vegetables and grilled some chicken, and Roy snarked at him for being a fucking child who didn’t know how to cook, and Jamie sassed him about being an old man preparing food for the whole retirement home.

They ate dinner together on the balcony, the last rays of the setting sun painting the sky and the salt tang of the sea in the air, and it wasn’t terrible.

-

During their last week in Marbella, Jamie told Roy he was considering a momentous and important decision and would need his support and understanding during this life-changing time.

Turned out he was getting a fucking haircut.

Roy had resolutely refused to listen to a moment’s more fretting about the various merits of warm versus cool toned shades and the importance of feathering to maintain volume and shape, and had kicked him out of the villa to go to the salon.

Jamie’s hair had grown out since the end of the season, flopping in soft curtains over his eyes. When he came back it was shot through with highlights, streaks of silvery brightness contrasting against the mousy brown beneath.

It looked… sun-kissed, was the expression. Like the warmth of Marbella had left its imprint on him, as if Jamie himself were brighter and lighter because of his time here.

“It’s very. Blonde.” Roy managed.

“It’s walnut mist, actually,” Jamie pouted.

“Whatever.”

-

Their last night in the villa arrived faster than Roy had anticipated. He was well rested and well fed, and the new season would be starting soon so they really did need to go home. Still, he found himself strangely disinclined to leave.

But time waits for no man, as nice as the pause had been.

Roy had expected Jamie would want to go out for their last night, to make it a big evening on the town. But he’d smiled softly and said, “Nah, fuck that, let’s stay in and cook, yeah?” instead, and that took Roy so much by surprise he didn’t realise Jamie had volunteered him to do the cooking until he was already chopping.

“Oi! Tartt!”

Jamie popped his head round the kitchen door.

“Get in here and help me chop these veg.”

Jamie did as he was told, and while he had seemingly no knowledge of cooking whatsoever — how was it possible that a grown man didn’t know how to chop a carrot? — he did follow instructions well.

Roy put on some music, and they opened a bottle of wine, and between them they pulled together a decent meal out of whatever was left in the fridge.

They ate on the balcony again, the stars gleaming overhead in the clear night sky.

At some point Roy asked, offhand, what Jamie had been reading, and Jamie got very excited and told him all about this book Ted had given him. Roy was treated to an in-depth analysis of The Beautiful and the Damned, and how it seemed at first that it was all about banging parties and beautiful women and having fun, yeah? But then, like, it all goes to shit? Because this guy thought he was living it up and having the best time but actually he was being selfish and it was making him miserable, right? Because, like, money and glamour and all that shit ain’t actually what it’s about, is it? That ain’t what makes life worthwhile?

Roy sipped his wine and hid a smile. Ted really did have a way with people, the fucker.

“It was well good.”Jamie beamed in conclusion. “What about you, though? You doing alright? About… About Keeley and everything?”

The question caught Roy off guard. He’d been actively trying to dodge his feelings about the breakup, but if anyone could understand what it was like to be dumped by Keeley, it was Jamie.

He sighed. “It’s rough, innit?”

Jamie tipped his glass. “That it is.”

“I think I knew it was gonna happen, though. She’s amazing, don’t get me wrong, but I dunno if we really fit together any more. She was busy with work, and I was just hanging on, you know?” It was easier that he’d have thought, talking to Jamie about this stuff. “It was probably for the best.”

Jamie nodded contemplatively. “You’ll be alright. You’ll find someone you do fit with.” He glanced up for a moment, meeting Roy’s gaze, then quickly looked away.

Roy allowed himself a moment of wistfulness. “That’d be nice.”

“Who could resist the charms of Roy Kent? He’s a grouchy old fuck but he cooks a decent meal.”

“Fuck off,” Roy laughed, the ease of it sloughing the sadness off him.

“He swears a lot but he’s got a heart of gold.”

“Do I fuck, I’m dark and complex.”

“Ha! You’re a fucking teddy bear, mate, you can't hide it from me.”

“Only cause you’re a nosy wanker.”

Jamie grinned, bright and warm, eyes sparkling, and Roy let himself bask in it.

“Have you had fun though? On holiday?” Jamie’s voice was light, but he was biting his lip, a hint of nervous excitement about him.

Roy smiled in spite of himself. It had been ridiculous, and messy, and childish, and delightful. Yeah, it had been fun.

He raised his glass. "It's been…" he flicked a half smile, "memorable."

Jamie clinked their glasses together, looking at Roy a bit too intensely.

His voice dropped low and husky, and it pinged something deep in Roy's hindbrain. "We could make it more memorable."

They stared at each for a second, Roy's arm frozen halfway to taking a drink. The sound of the waves crashed in the background.

This was a bad idea. This was a bad idea.

"Fuck it, yeah, alright."

Roy shoved the dining table aside and Jamie pounced on him, pushing him back against his seat to straddle him.

Jamie was heavy, his thick muscular thighs pressing Roy in place, grinding their hips together with tempting friction.

He licked his lips and Roy wondered for one strange moment if Jamie was going to kiss him, but instead he buried his face in Roy's neck, teeth dragging along the sensitive skin there. His hands roamed over Roy's shirt, up under the waistband and over the now padded planes of his stomach.

Roy had gone from nought to one hundred in seconds, and his cock was hard between them. Jamie didn't waste time, just went straight for his belt with a focused determination that reminded Roy of him preparing to take a penalty.

He got on his knees so gladly.

"Mmm. Good lad," Roy said, and Jamie shivered. Roy unzipped his trousers and held out his cock like an offering, letting Jamie sink his mouth around it and enveloping him in wet heat.

He looked good between Roy's legs, forehead creased in concentration, eyes slipping shut, luscious lips stretched around Roy's cock and throat working hard.

Roy put his hands in Jamie's hair (softer now, his brain supplied, and sun-kissed). He ran his fingers through the stands, holding onto the back of Jamie's head and guiding him up and down on his cock.

Jamie took it well, letting Roy guide him for a few minutes before he did something with his tongue that made Roy tighten his grip on his hair, tugging at it, and Jamie moaned around his cock obscenely.

There was no rush this time, none of the frantic impatience of their last encounter. Jamie took his time, warming Roy up slowly, every moment deliberate, almost like he was savouring it. The daylight had faded and soft light from inside spilled across Jamie’s face, throwing it half into shadow.

Roy felt soft and molten, full of good food and warmed by weeks of sunshine and satisfied by Jamie and his goddamn miracle of a tongue.

“That’s good,” he growled. “That’s fucking good.”

Jamie moaned around him, a blush forming on his cheeks, and it said something about Jamie that sucking dick didn’t make him blush but a bit of praise fucking did.

Roy sighed, and decided he was feeling generous.

“You’re doing so well, sucking my cock. Your mouth feels fucking great.”

Jamie squirmed some more and took Roy deeper, the bit of positive reinforcement only gearing him up to try even harder at what he was doing. Roy got the feeling that was going to be a pattern with Jamie.

“You like that, don’t you? I fucking like it too.” Jamie’s eyes had that glazed-over, pleasure-drunk look that Roy was really starting to enjoy. “Do that thing with your tongue again. You know how I want it.”

Jamie did, flattening his tongue against the underside of Roy’s dick and undulating it, and Roy’s hands closed instinctively around Jamie’s hair, holding him in place. Jamie did it again, and again, and each time the coil inside Roy wound tighter and tighter until he snapped and yanked Jamie’s head forward, fucking his mouth in hot, tight little bursts.

Light and heat and pleasure pinged the inside of his brain and he came with a groan, all the tension and worry of the past season sliding off him and leaving him boneless and satiated.

Jamie swallowed, taking every last drop, his eyes blissed out and rapturous like he was receiving a sacrament. Roy wondered for a moment what it would be like to haul Jamie into his lap and lick the taste of himself out of his mouth, salty and bitter with the combined taste of them both.

He had meant to reciprocate this time, he really had — he wasn't a total arsehole — but Jamie had pulled away and already had a hand shoved into his pants, working himself off.

Roy took in the view: Jamie's heaving chest, the beads of sweat at his temples, the way he was jerking himself hard and fast, the perfect o of his mouth as it fell open. Before he'd had his fill of looking, Jamie was coming in shaky bursts, eyes scrunched shut and breath ragged.

He collapsed against Roy's leg, and Roy stroked a gentle hand through his hair, petting him as his breath slowed.

The night was warm, and the breeze carried the scent of the sea, and Jamie's hair was like white sand running through his fingers.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

The skeleton are on the Surface for a week, and suddenly, there's a big thunderstorm, their first one. How do they react to it?

Undertale Sans - Well, he's not very proud of it, but he might have freaked out so much, he hugged Toriel leg who was convenientely right next to him like a koala and refused to let go. Toriel had to pet his head like a child to assure him it's fine and that's nothing is going to kill them. She also teased him for weeks after that. Fair. Once his scientist nature takes back the control, he's kinda amazed though.

Undertale Papyrus - He yelped, then screamed to the sky to not yell at him because he did nothing to upset them. Also, he's going to hide in his room's emergency closet because he's not sure it's normal and he doesn't want something to fall on his head, even if he is inside his house and that's ridiculous. Better wary than sorry.

Underswap Sans - He quickly looks around but sees that humans are not surprised, so it might be normal. He's cool with it. He thinks it's neat the sky can be so loud! And he is obsessed with the shiny lights. Well, at least until a lightning strikes nearby and suddenly he's really not too sure he wants to stay there.

Underswap Papyrus - All his bones are shaking as he is hiding under his bed, eye sockets shut tight. He hates it. He wants it to stop. His brother is not home to comfort him. Why the hell is the Surface so scary? He screamed when a lightning hit too close. He's so scared. He wants to go back to Snowdin, please take him back home, he's begging you.

Underfell Sans - There's only two words in his head: cave in. After Red got stucked under several tones of rocks Underground for two weeks without water or food, he has panic attacks as soon as he hears loud noises. Red goes full panic mode and starts to run for his life, straight in front of him, despite his brother screaming his name and begging him to calm down. Red goes to hide in a small cave in the woods and refuses to get out for two days, until his brother found him.

Underfell Papyrus - He tries to play brave boys, but like his brother (and a lot of monsters actually), he thinks it's a cave in and freaks out. But before he can do anything, his brother is running away in panic. Edge forgets the thunderstorm immediately to focus on catching up on him, but he lost his track with the rain and eventually had to find a shelter to protect himself. He spend his first storm getting worried for his brother.

Horrortale Sans - Oak doesn't react to this very well, immediately triggered by the loud noise and all these lights that are disoriented him. He might have attack a random human who was staring at him because he felt too much in danger. It's going to take a lot of patience to make him accept it's normal.

Horrortale Papyrus - He flinches, but calms down when he realises nothing happened. Great. Another weird thing from the Surface he needs to get used too. Willow is pretty rational, so he doesn't mind. He still doesn't like it too much the first times, but will get used to it eventually. He read as much things he can about thunderstorms to understand what's happening.

Swapfell Sans - He has a bone in hand, ready to attack what the hell just growled at him this angrily. But... There's nothing. Ok. What the hell. The sky suddenly booms. Nox turns around, freaking out. That's it. Ghosts are attacking him. He's not prepared for this shit! He's maybe the captain of the royal guard but he's definitely going to hide under his bed right now. His duties can burn in hell. He's not fighting invisible things.

Swapfell Papyrus - He looks around in shock as all the monsters instinctively turned towards him. "what?! don't look me like this, i didn't fart! i don't have a butt!" Not everything can be his fault! He pouts. He's not that scared though.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He gasps, angry. "ARE YOU CHALLENGING ME TO A BATTLE, SKY? YOU THINK I'M SCARED OF YOU?!" Lightning strikes a few meters away from him and he jumps back like a spooked cat, screaming. Well shit. He's not brave enough for this. He's running home as fast as he can. He lost one battle, but not the war, that's a promise!

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He goes in his closet, puts his headphones and listens to very loud music to not hear anything that's happening, because he is going to freak out very bad if he does. He feels safer here.

[obsessedfluffbutt]

My next entry for @glowweek

Glow week day 2: Surprise

Thanks Lion!

The sun is setting on the horizon as Connie returns home from work. She's exhausted from the long day and can't wait to have some dinner and watch a movie or show with her sweet, wonderful, amazing, boyfriend. He's been such a rock for her during the first few months of her new job and all the stresses that go along with it.

“Hey Biscuit I'm home!” She calls as she enters the house, hanging her keys near the door.

“Hey.” He says quietly.

Connie frowns, usually he greets her with a little more enthusiasm, like an energetic puppy. Instead he's in their small kitchenette, leaning with his elbows on the counter, and staring downward, eyes unfocused.

“Everything alright hon?” She asks as she approaches.

“Hm? Yeah I guess…” a slight scowl crosses his features, “I've just been feeling off lately. My mood's been all over the place. I'm tired, like, all the time. I'm a little achy…”

Trying to lighten the mood Connie replies, “If you were craving weird foods, I'd think you were pregnant!”

Instead of laughing or snickering like she expected, panic starts to crawl across Steven’s face.

“I have been craving weird foods! Oh my stars, I'm pregnant!” Steven starts panicking, breaths picking up and a light flush appears across his face.

“Steven. C’mon. You can’t be pregnant.” Connie deadpans as he continues panicking.

“I'm part gem! Maybe I could be! Anything's possible.” The flush spreads further across his face, he starts shifting around anxiously, “I'm too young to be a mom!”

Connie is at a loss. How does she calm down a completely panicked, half gem man who, apparently, has no idea how pregnancy works?

“Steven.”

He stops his panicked rambling and slight shifting from foot to foot for a moment and looks carefully at her.

“I'm too young to be a mom… but you're not…”

Connie looks at him like he's grown a second head, “Steven, wha-”

“A CAT MOM THAT IS!” He exclaims as he hops out from behind the counter and peels a small calico kitten off his sweatpants, holding her out to Connie.

She snorts, then laughs, practically falling to the floor as she's completely lost in a deep belly laugh. He'd set this whole thing up! Pretending to be sad, then panicking just to reveal… a kitten!? She can't take it, he's such a goof!

He grins at her as he holds up the cute little calico trying to chew on his fingers. Connie stands, as her laughter subsides, and takes the kitten from him to snuggle in her arms.

“Is your leg okay?”

Steven flushes a little in embarrassment, “Oh yeah I'm fine!”

Connie puts one hand on her hip, the now sleeping kitten in the crook of her other arm, “You set up this whole “pregnancy” thing just for a kitten you found and want to keep?”

“Eh, heh…” Steven scratches the back of his head, “I thought I was gonna give it away when she started climbing my leg, it was so hard not to hop around with her little knife fingers digging into my thigh.”

Connie stifles a giggle, imagining what it must have looked like from behind the counter. Steven attempting to remain cool, and sell the bit, with a tiny sharp clawed kitten using him as a scratching post/tree. Unintentionally the kitten wound up helping him sell it in the end.

“I guess we have a new kitty. Hopefully Lion won't get jealous.” She says

“Who do you think surprised me by dropping her in my lap during my morning coffee?”

[jupiterwrites99]

You're On Your Own, Kid

Chapter 4

“Guys this is Sage, Sage, this is the pack.” Sam introduced her from next to Paul. Their large figures keep her out of sight. As soon as they had pulled up to the house, Sage could hear the many voices inside. Paul had griped about the ice cream melting, coaxing her out of his car while handing her the bag with the things that he had picked out for her. Including his favourite cookies.

Sage didn’t move from her spot behind the hulking men, though she peaked around Paul to see a group of oversized men and Leah staring back at her. She looked down at her feet with a frown, it reminded her so much of home. Or what used to be home.

“Um, maybe just give her space until she gets used to all of us.” A soft female voice sounded. She didn’t recognize it, it didn’t belong to Leah or Emily.

“She’s like a scared little puppy,” One of the boys crooned and an unexpected growl escaped from Sage’s throat.

 I’m not a puppy, her wolf moaned in annoyance.

Paul turned to face her, a cocky smirk on his face, “That's just Quil. Trust me, you could take him in a fight.”

Boisterous laughs rang out around the small living room as well as many agreements with Paul's statement. A sheepish smile graced Sages lips as Paul moved forward into the room, leaving her exposed to everyone.

She looked wide eyed at all of them, joking around like a giant family. Her heart began to race and she was the most overwhelmed she had been in years. 

They reminded her of her own family. 

The family she was never going to get back.

She noticed Leah slipping out the back door and quickly followed in her footsteps, hoping no one would notice, or care.

“Why are you following me?” Leah asked without turning around, she continued walking towards the trees.

Sage didn’t answer her. She didn’t exactly know what to say.

The older girl stopped abruptly, looking over her shoulder. She could see the hardlines on her face, though they didn’t look like they were caused by anger. More so sadness. Leah sighed, “You can’t come with me.”

Sage frowned, “Being unwanted isn’t exactly a new thing for me.”

Leah's face instantly softened at her words, a look of understanding washing over her face, “I have to go to work, Sage.  If I was allowed to, I would bring you but..”

“It’s fine. Where’s the beach?” She waved off the short haired girl before her. Paul had promised to show her later, but her patience was wearing thin and being stuck inside that small cabin with all the huge men wasn’t exactly inviting.

Leah pointed towards a rocky path just behind the house, “That will lead you to Third Beach, not many people go there but I’m assuming that's what you’re looking for.”

Sage nodded gratefully, giving Leah a small smile before leaving her to head to work. Whatever work it was that she did, considering she was walking towards the treeline barefoot.

Finding her way to the beach wasn’t hard, the closer she got the more she could smell the fresh ocean water and hear the calming waves. Sage had taken off her shoes and socks that Emily had given her to feel the cool sand between her toes, a sensation she had never guessed she would have missed. But she did.

“Sage?” 

She perked her head up at her name, completely forgetting about the shells and rocks she had been sorting through.

She breathed out a sigh of content as her eyes found Pauls, “Hi.”

“You hungry? Em is almost done with lunch.” He mentioned, sitting on the opposite side of the driftwood she had claimed as a seat. The many seashells and rocks, along with the flowers she had picked earlier placed neatly in separate piles.

“Is it that sandwich again?” She asked, crinkling her nose in disgust.

Paul laughed before shaking his head, “No. It's pasta. She's got some muffins too if you don’t like pasta.”

She nodded, looking back down at her findings, “Maybe later. Where’d Leah go?”

“Patrol.” Paul answered honestly, “We all do it to make sure no threats get onto our land.”

“Vampires.” Sage noted. She had come across quite a few, their stench was worse than the sandwich Emily had given her.

Paul cleared his throat, and she figured the topic made him uncomfortable, “Yeah, we uh, killed the one that attacked you. You don’t have to worry about him.”

“I wasn’t worried.” She said bluntly before curiously asking, “Do you live with Emily and Sam?”

Paul shook his head, “No.” 

“Oh.”  Sage frowned. He was there every morning and night, only disappearing for a few hours during the day. “Is Emily your sister?”

He chuckled at her question, “No.”

“So, why are you there all the time?” Sage asked quietly. It was like he never left, everywhere she turned, he was there. There was no way that couch he had been sleeping on was comfortable for him, he was practically falling off of it the other night.

“We’re a pack. We always spend time together.” He answered, avoiding her gaze. She had heard his heartbeat pickup at her question and felt as though he was lying. 

If he was going to lie about something as simple as why he spent so much time at Sam and Emily’s, what else would he lie about? 

“Wasn’t like that back home.” Sage remarked, before turning her attention to the rising tide. 

“What?” Paul asked. 

The young wolf sighed, she was hoping that the conversation wouldn’t have happened this soon. It's not like she was planning on ever going back, even if Sam decided she couldn’t stay any longer. Turning her attention back to Paul, she explained, “My pack, we weren’t like this at all, but we had a lot more wolves than yours does.”

A look of shock crossed his face, “You have a pack?” 

“Yeah?” She furrowed her brows, not understanding why that was so hard to believe,  “Every wolf has a pack.”

Paul's features switched from shock to annoyance, “That would have been nice to know earlier, Sage.”

She shrugged, “They’re not my pack anymore.”

“How old were you when you shifted?” He asked curiously, completely ignoring what she had said. It was as if he has now felt the need to question her and everything she had said to him. Sage frowned at the thought, she would never lie to her mate. 

“Twelve.” Sage answered honestly, “I was a late bloomer.”

“How old are you now?” He shot off another question.

“It's 2023?” She asked for confirmation.

“Yeah,” Paul nodded.

“Twenty Two.” She thought about it for a moment before admitting,  “I was seventeen when I left.”

Paul's eyes narrowed at her and it made her squirm. It was a look of distrust, and her thoughts were confirmed as he asked, “You left your pack?”

“Yeah,” She spoke grimly, not wanting to get into the nitty gritty details. It was the best decision she had ever made for herself. The only decision she made for herself prior to leaving.

“Sage, if they come looking for you--” Paul started.

“They won't.” She cut him off abruptly,  “I have no reason to go back there.”

“Okay,” He nodded.

Sage let out a small sigh before turning the focus on him and asking, “How old are you?”

“Twenty Six.” Paul replied, a small smirk forming on his face as she looked him up and down.

“Hm.” She hummed. Paul did not look twenty six to her, though she didn't exactly look twenty two herself. Sage was always told that wolves who don't phase as often age the same as humans would, but those who did, or stayed as their wolf like she had, age slower. 

He chuckled, raising an eyebrow before asking, “Is that a problem?”

“No, I just thought you were older.”  Sage shook her head.

“Well, I’m not.” He snipped,  “Phased when I was sixteen, from then on I’ve looked older than I am.”

“Sixteen is really late.” Sage commented. Twelve was considered uncommon in her pack, most of her friends had phased by the time they were ten. Though she never really was one to follow the flow of her pack, much to her parents dismay,

“Most of us were sixteen.” Paul remarked.

“Weird.”  Sage commented, “Ten is the usual.”

“Ten years old?” He asked, shock written all over his face.

Sage rolled her eyes, “That's what I said, isn’t it?” 

“Let's get back, I'm starving.” Paul pushed himself up from the log, “And you need to eat something.”

“I’m fine.” She waved him off. She didn't want to get involved in their pack activities, meals together included. She preferred life on her own compared to the pack dynamic she had chosen to leave.

“Do you always argue like this?” Paul huffed. He looked down at her in annoyance and she only grinned back.

“Yes.” She said, before jokingly adding, “Why do you think they kicked me out?”

“You said you left.” He remarked. She grimaced, she did say that. But it was technically a mutual decision. Sage had been given an ultimatum, which she chose not to take, thus resulting in her heading off on her own. It was as simple as that.

Sage stood up, grabbing her shells and rocks before quickly pocketing them. She avoided Paul's gaze as she said , “Same thing. I didn't want to be there and the alpha didn't want me there.”

She was glad the older wolf did not press the subject anymore, instead, he reverted back to the topic of his growling stomach, and the lack of food she had consumed. He cockily said, “Alright, well, I don't care how much you stomp your feet, you’re coming back with me, princess.”

“I said stop calling me that” She shoved him, he grabbed her arms and pulled her close. The scent of his cologne was dizzying to the younger wolf. Her inner wolf was practically drooling at the smell. As if she wasn’t already drawn to him enough as it was to conclude that Paul was in fact her mate, this solidified it for her. The R rated thoughts she was concocted forced her to bite her lip before she said something out of line.

“Whatever you say, little wolf.”

“I can take you.” She growled out. Just because they were destined for eachother, doesn't mean she was going to bow down to him. She may not be stronger than him, but they both knew she was faster, even if he didn't want to admit it. They had a hard time catching her with a broken leg, it took all of his pack to do it.

“Paul!” A woman's voice called his name before he could respond. She stood with her hands on her hips as they both turned to her and she asked, “Can we talk?!”

Sage pushed down the rumble of her wolf's disapproval. It was clear that this woman was not a wolf, which only meant one thing. Human girlfriend. Her pack was not allowed to have relationships with humans, friends or lovers. It was a risk to the pack, whether that be by being found by hunters or killing their bloodlines. Sage yanked her arm out from Paul's grip and snarkily said, “Your girlfriend wants you.”

“She's not my girlfriend.” Paul smirked wolfishly, leaning down to her height to whisper in her ear,  “You’re cute when you're jealous.”

“I’m not,” Sage shot back, though she was lying through her teeth.

“No?” Paul waved Rachel over, and a small growl bubbled in Sage's throat. He looked back down at her, a small smirk,   “I’ll meet you back at the house.”

[tubbypeddle]

(Sunny Rae x Josuke sfw)

i can't, i'm actually obsessed with her and her trope. AND SHES SO CREATIVE

so here's more of her and josuke's ridiculous pining that doesn't go anywhere for a long time and their friends being so over it

(author's note: still not my character, Sunny Rae belongs to @starr-l1ghtt, though she says she's OUR OC 😭)

There's a thud against Sunny's window that scares the shit out of her, initially. Then, there's another, and Sunny realizes that there are rocks raining down on her window.

There's another rock that collides with her window, and she realizes it's coming from below. She scrambles to peer out her window, and nearly bursts a blood vessel when she sees Josuke and Okuyasu clutching rocks in their hands. Koichi looks stressed from what she can see from upstairs, and Yukako could not be bothered.

When she unlocks her window and opens it wide, she yelps when one of the rocks (probably thrown by Okuyasu) hits her in the forehead. She's very lucky it was relatively small, but Okuyasu was no weak man.

Okuyasu's gasp could be heard all the way upstairs. "You alright?!" he calls.

She peaks her head back out the window, rubbing absently at her forehead. "Yeah! I'm fine! What are you guys doing?"

"We wanted to see you," Josuke butt in, hands cupped around his mouth.

"You're lucky Rohan's not here! You guys would've been chased off already!" Sunny laughs as she ducks back into her room. "Except for maybe Koichi," she mumbles to herself as she makes her way to the door to welcome her friends in.

As soon as Sunny opens the door, Josuke and Okuyasu crowd around her in a group hug. She laughs with surprise at the suddenness of it, and wraps her arms as far around them as she can reach. Which isn't much, she's a fair bit smaller than them.

She squeezes them tight for a moment before ducking under them to greet Yukako and Koichi.

"We're gonna hide up in my room," she says, taking Josuke's hand like she always does. "Just in case Rohan comes home."

They pretty much already knew the plan. Sunny doesn't know why they keep coming to her house, when Rohan barely even tolerates them. The only one out of her friends that he actively likes is Koichi. But he'd flay her alive if he found Josuke or Okuyasu in his house.

As soon as her bedroom door shuts behind her, Josuke wastes no time snagging her by her waist and dragging her over to collapse onto her unmade bed. He's so clingy.

Not that she bothered to complain. Sunny just took up her designated spot during their hangouts, right under Josuke's arms. The feeling that would erupt in her chest every single time she took this spot was just so addicting. Like a damn geyser of affection bursting in her chest every time she settled in under the weight of his arms.

Everyone else took their favorite spots. Okuyasu settles on the floor at the end of the bed, and Yukako drags Koichi over to her beanbag chair beside her cabinet full of decorative teapots.

"I don't know why you guys keep coming to my house," Sunny grumbles. Throws her legs over Josuke's. "You know how Rohan feels about most of you."

She watches as Koichi gives a sheepish wince.

Yukako flips her hair over her shoulder and cuddles closer to her boyfriend. "I'm only here because Koichi is here. I normally wouldn't want to be anywhere near your freakish brother."

"Hey," Sunny laughs, only a little offended on her brother's behalf.

"You probably don't know this," Okuyasu begins. "Since you grew up around it all. But you have some cool shit in your house."

Josuke laughs lightly into the skin of Sunny's neck at that. She has to fight down an instinctive shiver. She's way too ticklish. "Seriously, Sunshine. You have a Super Nintendo! In your room!"

She shrugs sheepishly, a little flustered. "Rohan got it for my birthday."

"Rohan used his fancy artist money to get it," Okuyasu teased.

"Whatever. You guys probably didn't come here to make fun of my rich upbringing." She digs around in her bedside dresser to find her sketchbook. Lays it over her legs like a makeshift desk. "What did you guys want to do?"

Josuke hooks his chin over her shoulder and watches her draw. "Honestly, we didn't even have a plan."

Koichi makes a face like he wants to say something, but ultimately he decides not to. Yukako is not so nice. "We had a plan. It's just that plan didn't originally involve coming over to your house to come get you and instead we'd wait for you at Tonio's. So Josuke decided he'd derail the plan and come here anyway."

Josuke shifted to start yelling at Yukako, but it shifted Sunny's legs and made her mess up a pencil line. She made a tiny upset noise in the back of her throat, quiet enough that it shouldn't have been heard, but Josuke already knew he disrupted her drawing. He directs his attention from Yukako to Sunny to apologize. "Awh, sorry, Sunshine, didn't mean to mess you up."

Sunny doesn't see it as she whispers to Josuke that it's fine, but Yukako motions to Josuke and Sunny's cuddled forms with a face that says, 'this is what I mean'.

"Anyway, Sunny, we were gonna hang out at Tonio's but none of us have the money and were kinda banking on you paying for us." Yukako was always so blunt. Sunny kinda loved that about her though. "Wanna come out with us to Tonio's?"

Sunny laughed. "Yeah, sure, in a bit. Not right now, though. I'm comfortable."

Sunny doesn't see when Yukako flicks an unimpressed stare to Okuyasu and Koichi. A face like 'Oh my God, are you serious?'

And Sunny doesn't see as Josuke has to hide his face in her shoulder because of the redness covering his cheeks and ears. He can't with her, she's too cute. All cozy and cuddled up to him as she doodles in her book.

He doesn't even care that the rest of their friends look so done with them.

[matchatransistor]

Post-Exam Destress

I haven't officially posted my writing in while but uhhh...

Happy Valentine's Day!

I may post this on AO3 in my collection of short stories about these two :)

Boomer preemptively flinches as he clicks the submit and then subsequently exhales a relieved sigh. Holy shit he passed... Actually, he passed the homework. The rest of the class was still up in the air. He really shouldn’t have put off doing biology II. It was straight memorization. He hated it. At least physics and calculus were fun. Hell, even chemistry. And then then compared to his art specific courses? He could barely bring himself to open the biology pdf. Well, since his homework is done for now—he can relax a bit. His eyes flicker to the time on his computer. 5:40 pm. Buttercup’s class should be over by now.

*ding, ding*

He instinctively goes for his phone, and smiles. Right on time.

u still in the library?

Yup!

cool. almost there

Sure enough, the brunette soon walks through the automatic double doors of the library. A scowl, he notes, firm on her face. She drops her backpack on the floor and plops next him in the booth. “Hey, Booms.”

“Uh, hey, Butters! How was the exam?”

She narrows her emerald orbs and rests her forehead on the table. “I failed. I already know it.”

“No, you didn’t! I’m sure you did fine,” he encourages.

“Dude, there was almost no statistics, and he spent most of the time on that!” She briskly faces him, her cheek on the wooden surface. “Do you know what acroposthitis is? Because I sure as hell don’t.”

“Acro-what?”

“That’s what I said.”

The blond gives her a sympathetic smile and rubs her back. “Okay, but I know you, I’m sure you figured out enough for you to pass.”

Her mouth opens to say more, but instead, her gaze falls to the floor. “... Thanks. How about you? Bio going any better?”

He screws his face in contemplation. He’s managed to pull himself out of the danger zone. “I think so, but it’s still hella boring.”

“It’s biology,” she replies matter-of-factly and pats his knee. “Glad one of us is doing okay at least.”  

Boomer continues to rub her back. “Hey, it’ll be okay! We got this, and if we fail, we fail together.”

“... That doesn’t sound as sweet as you think,” Buttercup remarks, forehead now resting on her forearm.

The blond thinks over what he just said. She’s got a point. Either way, he knows her. She’s definitely not going to fail. From what she’s told him, this is the only class she’s been frustrated with this semester. Per her grumblings, it seems the issue is more her professor and not the actual subject matter. The art major is sure she gets the material fine. He peers down at her. He just wishes she would know that; she doesn’t work best when she’s stressed. Maybe he can take her mind off this crisis for a little while.

“What are we gonna do for our next date?”

She lifts her head up to look at him. “Huh?”

“Our date,” he repeats with a light chuckle. “What do you wanna do?”

“Hmm,” her onyx brows furrow as she ponders. He smiles. He always found that cute. “How about we hit up the arcade?”

“Again? That’d be three times in a row.”

“Please,” she scoffs. “Like you didn’t have fun?”

“I definitely didn’t say that...” He smirks at her with half-lidded eyes, remembering them sneaking off during their last game of laser tag.

Catching his insinuation, her cheeks flush and her gaze flits away. “Uh, well... you have any better ideas?”

The art major folds his arms and leans back against the booth. For some reason, he wants to go out-out. They’ve been dating for a little over a year and usually default to home visits—they love to relax and chill, but he wants to shake things up a little. With something other than the arcade, but something they could do—just the two of them. A catharsis to get rid of her post-exam worries. ‘Hm...’ No rock or metal bands are performing this upcoming weekend. Nothing of note going on downtown... He beams. He’s got it.

“Let’s do karaoke!”

She snaps up from her reclining position. “What?! I don’t sing.”

“Liar! I bet you’re an amazing singer.”

The dark-clad woman rolls her eyes. “And you know because...?” She trails off, with a sarcastic wave of her hand.

“Because you have a great voice. I love hearing you talk,” he sincerely explains.

Her eyes dart away, and she brushes her hair behind her ear. “That’s... u-um... Well, people can sound totally different when they sing! I could be totally tone-deaf.”

He laughs. “But you’re not.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Well, I guess we’ll see on Friday.”

Chartreuse eyes flash back to him. “I never agreed to go.”

“Aw, c’mon! It’ll be fun!”

“Booms-”

“Please~,” he drags out and utilizes his notorious puppy dog eyes. He knows she’ll have a great time. “I’ll pick out the perfect playlist and everything.”

The criminal science major groans. “Shit, okay.”

“Yes,” he cheers and raptures her in a hug. “You’re gonna love it. Trust me.”

She side-eyes him, but then sighs with a soft smile. “I better or I’ll kick your ass.”

“Sounds kinky.”

“Oh, my-! Shut up!” she laughs, pushing him away.