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Ketchum vs. Ketchum! Showdown in Cerulean City!

Woo! Finale time! I wanted to make this final battle feel special and give it more substance than I could do with just a comic. So! I got the help of @cyberwulf to write out this ending in fanfic form! Check it out here on AO3 if you prefer! If not, the journey continues below the cut~

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James Sidestory / Meowth Sidestory

A lot has happened since our Poké Moms began their journey. After a rocky start…

“*SQUAWK*”

…they’ve managed to catch some new Pokémon…

“Run! Run! Run!”

…in their own way.

“What a cute baby! You know, I have a son, too!”

With their month on the road almost up, Delia had just one more thing she wanted to do…

“I want to beat the Cerulean City Gym!”

But little did Delia know, there was a surprise waiting for her in Cerulean City!

“MOM??? JESSIE???”

“Let’s have a double battle! You and Ash versus Jessie and I!”

“You’re on! But I’m not going easy on you just cuz you’re family!”

“…What’s going on?”

Poké Mom Adventures

EP009

Ketchum vs Ketchum! Showdown in Cerulean City!

The water of the Cerulean gym battlefield glistened in the sunshine streaming through its crystal glass roof. Both teams gazed at each other with steely determination (and some lingering confusion, in Misty’s case) as above them, the Drone Rotom announced the rules.

“This will be a double battle between Gym Leader Misty and Champion Ash, and the challengers Delia and Jessie.” It projected a holographic image of both teams. “For today’s battle, each trainer may use two Pokémon. The battle is over when all of one team’s Pokémon can no longer battle.”

“All right!” Misty declared. “This is an official League battle for the Cascade badge!”

“And bragging rights!” Jessie added with a smirk.

“We’ll see about that!” Ash retorted. Misty glanced at him, taking in his clenched fists and gritted teeth. She’d seen Ash determined before, but… there was something here that she was missing. However, with the Drone Rotom hovering expectantly overhead, finding out what that something was would have to wait.

“Come out – Corsola!”

The Coral Pokémon landed on the rock in front of her, eagerly crying its name.

“This is a water-themed gym, so I’ll go with a Water-Type,” Ash remarked. “Oshawott, I choose you!”

“That’s the spirit, Ash!” Misty exclaimed. “It’s the job of a Gym Leader to help trainers learn type advantage and weaknesses by specialising in one kind of Pokémon, and around here that’s Water-Types!”

“Water, huh?” Jessie frowned as she considered the three Pokémon she had on hand. “Well, I don’t want my delicate little Ziggy to get her fur wet.” With a flourish, she tossed a Pokéball high in the air. “Go, Venomoth!”

The Poison Moth Pokémon emerged, hovering over the water.

“It’s a shame we don’t have any Grass or Electric-types,” Delia mused. “I guess we’ll just have to do our best with what we have.” Pushing her bangs out of her face, she called, “I choose you!”

Ash and Misty’s jaws dropped as the light from Delia’s Pokéball coalesced into a very large, very stern-looking Kangaskhan.

“I didn’t know your mom had such a strong Pokémon,” Misty whispered.

“Neither did I,” Ash whispered back. Movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention and he looked down at his starter Pokémon. “Something wrong, Pikachu?”

“Pika…”

Pikachu gazed across the water at Kangaskhan, ears and tail up, alert to… something. But before anyone could figure out what had caught his attention, there was a small cry.

“Kangaskhan!”

The baby squirmed, spooked by the glistening water lapping all around the rock. She buried her face in her mother’s belly and cried again. Cradling her young protectively, Kangaskhan gave Delia an apologetic look.

“Oh, of course!” Delia exclaimed. “I’m so sorry. Kangaskhan, return.” Cupping her hands around her mouth, she called across the battlefield. “That doesn’t count as one of my Pokémon, does it?”

“Of course not, Ms. Ketchum!” Misty shouted back. “Please choose another Pokémon!”

“If she’s got one,” Ash said with a confident smirk. “I’m betting she’ll send out Mimey.”

“I choose you… Clefairy!”

“Looks like you bet wrong, Ash,” Misty laughed as Ash stared in surprise at the Fairy Pokémon.

Above them, the Drone Rotom moved into position.

“Begin!”

“All right, Oshawott!” Ash called out. “Open up with an Aqua Jet!”

With a determined cry, Oshawott blasted a jet of water across the field, hitting Clefairy square in the belly and knocking the Fairy Pokémon off the rock and into the water.

“Ash Ketchum!” Delia exclaimed reproachfully. “That wasn’t very nice!”

Thrown off-guard, Ash gulped. “S-sorry!” (Oh man - I can’t believe I’m actually battling my mom!)

On the opposite side of the battlefield, a wet and bedraggled Clefairy clambered back up on the rock ridge, scowling at her attacker.

“Shake it off, Clefairy!” Delia urged as her Pokémon did just that, sending a fine shower of water droplets flying from her pink fur. “Use Disarming Voice!”

With a deep breath, Clefairy shot a vortex of pink hearts towards Oshawott, taking the Sea Otter Pokémon by surprise and knocking him into the water.

“Good work, Deerling!” Jessie shouted triumphantly. “Now it’s my turn!” She pointed at Corsola. “Venomoth, use Poison Sting!”

Venomoth hovered uncertainly for a few moments, then looked back at her.

“It doesn’t look like Venomoth knows that move, honey,” Delia remarked.

“Well, Dustox knew that move!” Jessie protested. “Venomoth should know it too, aren’t they both Bug-types?”

Venomoth just blinked at her.

“You really don’t know what moves your Pokémon knows?” Misty asked incredulously.

“Of course I do, just – just let me think!” Jessie spluttered, clenching her fists. “All right, Venomoth – use Gust!”

Venomoth didn’t move.

“Whirlwind!” Jessie tried. “Psybeam! …Tackle?”

Venomoth looked back and forth between Jessie and the battlefield as it fluttered about agitatedly, utterly confused by the barrage of unfamiliar orders.

“This is just sad,” Misty muttered, getting a nod of agreement from Ash. Raising her voice, she called out, “Corsola! Use Spike Cannon!”

Corsola glowed, and a split second later a shower of glowing white spikes slammed into Venomoth, driving it backwards towards the trainer box.

“Oh, no!” Delia groaned in dismay, wringing her hands. “Maybe we should’ve practiced with our new Pokémon before coming here!”

“We’re not giving up!” Jessie snarled, clenching her fists. “Venomoth! Get back out there!”

With a trill, Venomoth shook off the spikes, and floated towards its opponents again.

“Corsola!” Misty called. “Hit it with another Spike Cannon!”

Corsola began to glow.

“Well don’t just hover there!” Jessie barked out. “It’s about to attack again!” Venomoth looked back at her, and Jessie gestured angrily towards the battlefield. “Just do something! Anything!”

Once more, glowing white spikes shot towards Venomoth. This time, however, Venomoth dove towards the attack, sweeping its wings in front of itself at the last minute. Blue blades of light cut through the barrage of spikes, one hitting Corsola and driving it back.

“That’s Air Slash!” Ash exclaimed.

“Air Slash, eh?” Jessie shot her opponents a triumphant smirk. “Venomoth! Use Air Slash on that pitiful pink Pokémon again!”

“Hang in there, Corsola!” Misty called as her Pokémon was driven back for a second time. “Use Recover!”

“Don’t let it recover, Venomoth!” Jessie yelled. “Air Slash again!”

As her Pokémon geared up for another attack, she noticed Delia gazing at her in rapture.

“You’re so ferocious when you battle, Smoochum,” Delia remarked dreamily. She lowered her voice, waggling her eyebrows. “It’s kinda hot.”

Jessie blushed and giggled. “Baaabe, not in front of the twerps.”

Misty wrinkled her nose in disgust. “…Smoochum?”

“Freak out later, Misty!” Ash yelled. Venomoth was bearing down on Corsola, and the Coral Pokémon didn’t have much left. “Oshawott! Use Hydro Pump on Venomoth to protect Corsola!”

Leaping high into the air, Oshawott sent a powerful jet of water directly at Jessie’s Venomoth. With a cry, the Poison Moth hit the floor between Jessie and Delia, bounced once, and fainted.

“Hey, no fair!” Jessie bellowed, stamping her foot. “I was distracted!” She recalled Venomoth with a scowl. “I ought to ground you for making me look bad!”

“This is really weird,” Misty mumbled.

“You have no idea,” Ash sighed wearily.

“All right, you big blue blob,” Jessie growled to her faithful Patient Pokémon, “get out there and let’s win this thing!”

Saluting, Wobbuffet waddled forward, straight into the water. Jessie pinched the bridge of her nose as Wobbuffet awkwardly clambered up onto the protruding rock.

“Wobbles can’t attack unless he’s attacked first,” Delia murmured to herself. “Oshawott is strong, and Corsola can use Recover to gain back health. That means I’ve got to make this next move count!” She looked to Clefairy, wet and winded but not out of the battle. It was risky, but…

“Clefairy! Use Metronome!”

“Metronome?!” Misty exclaimed as Clefairy began to move her fingers hypnotically back and forth. “Now anything can happen!”

“Hold tight, everybody!” Ash called, just as the Fairy Pokémon’s fingers turned white.

Razor-sharp leaves whipped through the air, striking Oshawott and Corsola. The Grass-Type move was too much for the dual Rock/Water Type, and Corsola collapsed into the water, fainted. Oshawott was driven back against the rock ridge, and Ash held his breath, but the Drone Rotom only counted Corsola out.

“Oshawott! You hanging in there, buddy?”

With a grimace, the Sea Otter Pokémon gave him a determined nod. “Osha!”

“Ha!” Jessie cried triumphantly. “Now we’re even!” She clenched her fists, calling tauntingly across the battlefield. “Who’s next, twerpette? Togepi? Psyduck?”

“She sure is cocky for being down to just Wobbuffet,” Ash muttered.

“Not for long,” Misty replied with a smirk. She plucked her second Pokéball from her hip.

“Go – Gyarados!”

Delia’s eyes widened and Jessie took several steps back as the gigantic Pokémon appeared in the water. It glowered down at both trainers, making Delia swallow hard.

(Now’s not the time to lose my nerve! Gyarados is just a Pokémon like any other. All I have to do is-)

“Hey!” Jessie exclaimed angrily. “No fair using such a powerful Pokémon! What, are Staryu and Starmie at the Pokémon Centre or something?!”

Taken aback, Misty gaped at the former Team Rocket member in disbelief. “Since when do you care about playing fair?”

“Since you decided to use that monstrosity on a first-time trainer!” Jessie retorted with a shake of her fist. “That’s cheating!”

Misty paused, almost second-guessing her choice of Pokémon, when she remembered who she was dealing with. Squaring her shoulders, she shot back, “You’re not a first-time trainer!”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Ash muttered.

“I heard that!” Jessie bawled.

“It’s okay, honey,” Delia murmured, placing her hand on Jessie’s shoulder. “We can beat them. We just need to use strategy!”

“Gyarados!” Misty called out. Jessie may not have been the best trainer, and her track record with him was hit or miss, but Wobbuffet could reflect almost any attack. It might just have been luck, but Clefairy’s Metronome had taken out Corsola and left Oshawott just barely hanging on. There was only one choice of target.

“Use Hurricane on Clefairy, now!”

Rearing back, Gyarados shot a powerful blast of air directly at the Fairy Pokémon, sending her flying back to the trainer box.

“Oh no!” Delia cried. She knelt by her stricken Pokémon’s side, but it was obvious even without Drone Rotom saying so that Clefairy couldn’t continue. “You did a wonderful job, Clefairy.” Recalling her Pokémon, she rose, pushed her bangs out of her eyes, and called her second Pokémon.

“Mimey, I choose you!”

Ash clenched his fists. No more surprises – he knew what Mimey was capable of. Oshawott was tough, but he’d taken a lot of damage. If the Sea Otter Pokémon only had one move left, then Ash had to make it count.

“Oshawott! Hit Mimey with Aqua Jet!”

“Mimey, dodge it!” Delia cried out.

The Barrier Pokémon leapt high in the air, leaving Ash to watch, powerless, as Aqua Jet splashed harmlessly on the ground between his mother and Jessie. But before he could call out another attack –

“Now, Mimey, Focus Punch on Oshawott!”

There was no time for Oshawott to get out of the way. Mimey dove straight down, fist outstretched, and scored a direct hit. Both Pokémon vanished underwater. All four trainers held their breath. After a few seconds, Mimey burst out of the water, effortlessly leaping onto the rock. A moment later Oshawott floated to the surface, fainted.

“Good work, Oshawott,” Ash murmured as he recalled his Pokémon. He turned to Pikachu. “Looks like my mom’s a tougher trainer than I thought. You ready, Pikachu?”

The yellow mouse nodded, one tiny fist raised. “Pika!”

“You be nice to us now, Pikachu!” Delia cheered brightly.

Jessie was less optimistic.

“Babe, this isn’t looking good,” she murmured urgently. “I’ve been beaten by that Pikachu a zillion times! And that Gyarados looks strong. And mean! I don’t know if…”

She trailed off as the other woman took her hands.

“Now you listen to me, Jessie Ketchum.” Delia gazed into her eyes, a look of fierce determination on her face. “A zillion battles. A zillion losses. Against that very Pikachu. And you never gave up. So you’re not gonna give up now! Okay?”

Jessie stared back at her. Time seemed to stand still. Delia’s fingers were warm on her own as her words of encouragement hung in the air.

“Jessie… Ketchum?”

With the briefest of nods, Delia turned to face their opponents.

“Ash honey, don’t you hold back just because I’m your mom!” she called. “We’re going to give it our all, even if we lose!”

“She’s a lot like you, Ash,” Misty laughed. As Ash tugged the brim of his hat down to hide his blush, she raised her voice and called to the challengers. “You’re doing great, Ms. Ketchum! I’m really impressed by your abilities as a trainer. Now show me you’re worthy of the Cascade badge!”

“Hey!” Jessie yelled indignantly. “What am I, chopped liver?! My Venomoth pushed your Corsola to the brink!”

Misty grimaced. This was all still too strange – Jessie was a good guy? Jessie and Ash’s mom were… partners? She struggled for something positive to say about Jessie’s performance so far.

“Uh – yeah!” she managed. “It was, uh, really great how you figured out that one move.”

Jessie put her hands on her hips. “Ugh, could you sound any more insincere?!”

With a growl of impatience, Ash cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled across the battlefield. “Hey! Are we gonna battle or what?”

“Oh, we’re battling, twerp,” Jessie shot back. “And we’re gonna win!”

Ash grinned. “You ready, Pikachu?” The yellow Pokémon turned to look at his trainer. Ash pointed. “Quick attack!”

“Ha!” Jessie scoffed as Pikachu zigzagged along the rock ridge. “Wobbuffet, use Counter!”

Pikachu leaped forward…

“On Mimey!”

Delia and Jessie gasped as Pikachu pivoted and went straight for the Barrier Pokémon. Taken by surprise, he took the full brunt of the attack, losing his balance and hitting the water.

“A fake out!” Delia exclaimed. She beamed at her son with pride. “That was so smart of you, honey! You had us completely fooled!”

“Baaabe!” Jessie hissed. “I get that you care about him – I do too – but right now he’s the enemy!”

Delia tapped her fist against her head, grinning nervously. “Oh, right!”

“This is hurting my brain,” Misty groaned.

“How do you think I feel?” Ash grumbled.

Delia took a moment to centre herself and assess the situation. Pikachu didn’t have a Type advantage, but his Electric attacks were powerful – not to mention that Mimey was still wet. Of course, using them ran the risk of electrifying the entire battlefield, including Gyarados, but only one Pokémon needed to be left standing in order for that Pokémon’s team to win.

“Mimey!” she commanded. “Use Psychic on Pikachu!”

“Mr Mime!”

Mimey fixed Pikachu with an intense stare, his eyes and hands glowing blue. Blue light enveloped the yellow mouse as he was lifted into the air. Pikachu strained and struggled, but couldn’t break free.

Ash groaned in exasperation.

“Misty, go for Mimey!” he called. “If you weaken him, maybe Pikachu can break free. Plus, he’s a lot stronger than Wobbuffet!”

Misty nodded. “Right!”

“Hey!” Jessie objected. “Just because it’s true doesn’t mean you have to say it!” She shook her fist at them. “I raised you better than that, Ash Ketchum!”

“Wha – ” Ash took a step back, flabbergasted. “You didn’t raise me at all!”

“The heck I didn’t!” Jessie retorted. “Who kept an eye on you while you twerped your way through eight regions, huh?!”

Misty rubbed her temples. The whole situation was giving her a headache.

“Gyarados!”

The Atrocious Pokémon stirred itself and looked her way.

“Use Crunch on Mr. Mime, now!”

“Oh no, not Crunch!” Delia fretted, as Gyarados reared back, a sinister purple aura swirling around its fangs. “That’s a Dark-Type move!”

“Wobbuffet!” Jessie barked. “Get between Mimey and Gyarados and use Counter!”

Saluting, Wobbuffet leaped in front of Mimey, his body outlined in orange light. Crunch hit, hard, and bounced back twice as hard. Both Gyarados and Wobbuffet recoiled from the damage.

“Wobbles!” Delia cried out, as Mimey caught Wobbuffet in his arms.

“Don’t you quit on me now, Wobbuffet!” Jessie shouted.

Wobbuffet saluted weakly as Mimey pushed him back onto his paws. The distraction worked, and Pikachu dropped back to the rock, freed from Psychic.

“Keep the pressure on, Pikachu!” Ash yelled. “Use Iron Tail on Mimey, now!”

“Quick, Mimey!” Delia shouted as Pikachu somersaulted through the air, tail glowing white. “Use Reflect!”

Pikachu hit the invisible barrier and flew backwards, landing in the water.

“Gyarados!” Misty commanded. “Use Crunch again!”

“Mimey, keep using Reflect!” Delia shouted. “Don’t let them in!” She had to think. Poor Wobbles, he didn’t have much left – one more shot from that big Gyarados and that would be it. Not to mention that if Crunch hit Mimey, the battle would be over! She’d completely forgotten Gyarados could learn that move! Oh, maybe she should’ve used Zaggy instead…

Mimey obediently continued to use Reflect as Gyarados and Pikachu attacked from either side. Slowly the invisible barriers began to box them in, till Mimey and Wobbuffet were crowded together on the rock.

“Babe!” Jessie urged. “We have to do something or we’re gonna lose!”

“I know!” Delia groaned. “I just…” She cupped her face in her hands, pulling down on her cheeks. “…I don’t know!”

“Ms Ketchum!”

Delia lifted her head.

“You can’t let us back you into a corner!” Misty called. “Use your environment to find a way out!”

Ash shot her a glare. “Hey, whose side are you on?!”

“It’s my job as a Gym leader to help trainers to learn,” Misty explained with a smile. “Did you forget?”

“You didn’t help me when I battled you for the first time!” Ash replied indignantly, poking his thumb into his chest.

Misty glowered at him.

“That’s because you still owed me a new bike, Ash Ketchum!”

“Aaagh!” Ash placed both hands on his head, tugging his hat down. “Can’t you let that go already? It got repaired, didn’t it?”

While their opponents bickered, Delia had taken Misty’s words to heart.

“Use the environment…” she mused. There was only one place Mimey and Wobbles could go – but first they had to do something about the double attacks coming their way.

“Jessie!” she hissed, beckoning her partner to come closer. “Can you have Wobbles use Counter?”

Jessie looked at Wobbuffet, sweating nervously as he stood behind Mimey. She nodded.

“Okay,” Delia replied. She whispered quickly in the other woman’s ear. Jessie grinned, then straightened up.

“Wobbuffet! Use Counter on both those attacks!”

Without any hesitation, Wobbuffet moved in front of Mimey, body once more enveloped in an orange glow. Crunch and Iron Tail came back double on Gyarados and Pikachu, sending the two flying backwards. Both Pokémon landed hard on the rock, Gyarados almost wrapping around it with the force of the blow.

“On your feet, Pikachu!” Ash called. “It’s not over yet! …Huh?”

He blinked at the empty battlefield. Mimey and Wobbuffet had both disappeared. Ash tensed as he scoured the water for any sign of the enemy Pokémon, but the surface was still settling from the last bout of attacks. The sunlight streaming through the roof didn’t help either – it made the rippling water glitter.

Misty spotted movement a second too late.

“Look out-”

In tandem, Mimey and Wobbuffet burst through the surface, taking up positions either side of Gyarados and Pikachu, trapping their opponents between them.

“Good work, you two!” Delia cheered. She pointed dramatically. “Now, Mimey – use Psychic on both of them!”

Once more, Mimey’s eyes and hands glowed. Both Gyarados and Pikachu rose into the air, enveloped in blue light.

“Great strategy, Ms. Ketchum!” Misty called, earning a dirty look from Ash which she ignored. “There’s no point going for Wobbuffet – he’ll just Counter our attacks again.”

“Right,” Ash agreed. “We’ve gotta take out Mimey!” He raised his voice. “Pikachu!”

Misty did likewise. “Gyarados!”

Delia grinned. “Just as I thought.” She looked at her partner. “Get ready with Mirror Coat!”

Jessie blinked in confusion. “…Huh?”

“Thunderbolt –”

“Hydro Pump –”

“On Mimey!” both young trainers yelled in unison.

“Mimey!” Delia called, just as both Pokémon charged their attacks. “Drop them, use Light Screen and aim at Wobbles!”

“Aim at WHO?!” Jessie exclaimed.

There was no time to explain. Everything turned on a split second. Pikachu and Gyarados began to fall through the air. Several volts of electricity and a powerful torrent of water hit Mimey’s Light Screen and barrelled towards Wobbuffet.

The diabolical beauty of Delia’s devious plan suddenly caught up with Jessie. That pair of pathetic Pokémon were in for a –

“Now, honey!”

Jessie almost fumbled the command.

“M-Mirror Coat!”

Wobbuffet glowed, shrouded in a reflective aura. Everything seemed to slow down. The attacks hit. They bounced back at Mimey. Pikachu and Gyarados fell. Ash’s mouth opened in a silent noooo.

The timing was perfect.

Gyarados and Pikachu fell in front of Mimey, taking the full brunt of Thunderbolt and Hydro Pump, doubled by Mirror Coat. The sheer force of the attacks drove them along the surface of the water, causing huge plumes of water to rise into the air either side of them. The battlefield disappeared in a shroud of surf and spray.

“Pikachu!” Ash cried out.

All four trainers held their breath as the mist began to clear.

Jessie cried out in dismay on seeing Wobbuffet floating belly-up in the water. Ash groaned on spotting Pikachu doing likewise. Draped over the rock, Gyarados lifted its head weakly, then dropped it again.

Delia scanned the water, a smile spreading across her face as Mimey swam to the rock and clambered up, standing tall with a cry of, “Mr. Mime!”

“Wobbuffet, Pikachu, and Gyarados are unable to battle,” the Drone Rotom declared, as Ash sank to his knees. “The winners are the challengers, Delia and Jessie!”

“I… I can’t believe this…” Ash moaned.

“We…” Jessie couldn’t stop staring at the battlefield, Drone Rotom’s words ringing in her ears. “…we won?” She looked to Delia, and the joyful look on her face confirmed it. “We WON!!!”

Delia shrieked as Jessie caught hold of her and lifted her high in the air, doing a twirl before setting her back on her feet and peppering her face with kisses. “Hahahaha!” She turned to their opponents, pulling down on one eyelid while sticking her tongue out. “Suck it, twe – I mean, Ash and Misty! I knew this day would come sooner or later!”

“Jessica, I know you’re happy, but don’t be a bad winner,” Delia chided gently. “Magnanimity in victory goes a long way.”

“But baaaabe!” Jessie whined. “I’ve never had a victory this magnificent before!”

Delia just smiled and gave her a peck on the lips. “I think poor Wobbles wants you,” she remarked, nodding to the battlefield. “We’ll need to get him to a Pokémon Centre with Venomoth and Clefairy.”

Jessie nodded and went to haul Wobbuffet out of the water.

“Come on, you,” she grunted as she dragged the Patient Pokémon back onto dry land. Briefly she removed her cap and wiped the sweat from her brow. Fine, so she couldn’t taunt the twerps any more. Victory still tasted pretty sweet.

In her arms, Wobbuffet stirred and smiled weakly up at her. Jessie couldn’t help but smile back.

“How about that?” she murmured to him. “You’re a winner, Wobbuffet. I bet you can’t wait to tell the others.”

He managed a salute and a quiet “Wobba…” before Jessie recalled him to his Pokéball.

Ash, meanwhile, remained on his knees in the trainer box. “I can’t believe we lost to my mom.”

“You gotta admit, that last strategy was a thing of beauty,” Misty replied with a smile. She’d made her way out to the rock and was cradling Gyarados’s head, absently rubbing its crest. The big Pokémon opened its eyes and let out a quiet rumble. “I guess now we know where you get your battling skills from, champ!”

Stepping out of her sneakers, Delia carefully negotiated the slippery rock and fished Pikachu out of the water. A couple of vigorous rubs from his head to his tail, and the Electric Mouse Pokémon opened his eyes.

“You were great, Pikachu,” Delia murmured. She tickled him under his chin, getting a weak “Chaaa” in response. She made her way back to the side of the battlefield to find Ash, Misty and Jessie waiting. “You were great too, honey.”

Ash managed a smile as she handed Pikachu to him. “Thanks, Mom.” He gasped as he was pulled into a hug.

“That was such a fun battle!” Delia exclaimed. She loosened her hold just enough to look at him. “I can see why you like this so much.”

“Watch out, Ash,” Misty teased. “You might just have a new rival on your hands!”

Ash let out a distressed yelp.

“Oh no, I don’t have time for that,” Delia assured him with a wave of her hand. As Ash sighed with relief, she cupped his cheek and tilted his head up to look at him. “But travelling around this past month and battling with you today… it’s made me feel a little bit closer to you.”

Ash blushed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Aw, Mom,” he mumbled with a grin.

“Ahem.”

Ash and Delia turned to see Misty holding out a Cascade badge.

“This is yours, Ms. Ketchum,” the Gym Leader declared. “You made the battlefield, your Pokémon and their moves work to your advantage. I’m impressed!”

“Oh, you’re too kind, really,” Delia replied, blushing as she accepted the badge. Its blue surface seemed to glitter in the sunlight streaming in from the roof. “I’ll treasure this, always. Thank you.”

“That’s how you win a badge fair and square,” Misty teased, shooting a wink Ash’s way.

The Champion rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

All three turned to see Jessie holding out her hand.

“What about me?” she demanded. “The perfect Pokémon battle partner? Trainer of vicious Venomoth and wild Wobbuffet? Where’s my badge?”

Misty sighed. Jessie had been on the winning team, and she had won a badge fair and square, but the whole situation was still bizarre.

“I’ll give you a badge if you explain what all…” She waved her hand between Jessie and Delia. “…this is about.”

“Delia and I dating,” Jessie scoffed with a shrug. “It’s not that complicated.”

“I got that part,” Misty shot back irritatedly, “I just…” She looked from Jessie, standing with her arms crossed, to Ms. Ketchum, who had one hand on Jessie’s hip, to Ash, who looked like he was hoping the floor would open up and swallow him. “…you know what, never mind.” Reaching into her pocket, she took out a second Cascade badge.

“I can’t believe this is happening, but… you earned this!”

Jessie let out a little cry of joy as Misty put the badge into her hand.

“Oh, Deerling, look how pretty it is!” she gushed. “Do you think maybe we could just get the prettiest Gym badges?”

“I don’t see why not,” Delia replied. “With James to run the restaurant, I can take vacations more often!”

“James is –” Misty glared at Ash, who pulled the brim of his cap down and giggled nervously. “We’re going to the Pokémon Centre and then you’re telling me what’s been going on, Ash Ketchum!”

“Let’s all go to the Pokémon Centre,” Delia suggested. “Our Pokémon battled hard today, they deserve a good rest.”

It wasn’t long before Nurse Joy’s tender care had Venomoth, Corsola, Oshawott, Clefairy, Wobbuffet, Gyarados and Pikachu feeling like their old selves again. Delia squeezed Jessie’s hand, murmuring “that’ll be you one day, Smoochum” as they watched Joy work.

“Well, we should get going,” Delia declared once they had their Pokémon back.

“We were going to stay and have dinner, Ms. Ketchum,” Misty said. She eyed Jessie reluctantly, but made the offer anyway. “…You’re welcome to join us.”

“That’s sweet of you, Misty, but we’ve been away long enough,” Delia replied, to both kids’ relief. “It’s time we headed home. Thank you both so much for such an amazing battle.” She hugged Ash tightly. “Don’t stay away too long, honey.”

“You know I won’t, Mom,” Ash replied, blushing. He shot Misty a grin. “I’ll be home right after I kick Misty’s butt in our rematch!”

“Then I’ll see you soon,” Delia murmured. She let go of her son and gave Misty a quick hug and a wink. “Try not to beat him too badly!”

“Hey!” Ash exclaimed indignantly.

Delia stepped back, joining her girlfriend near the door of the Pokémon Centre. She gave her a look and nodded to both kids. With a sigh, Jessie trudged up to Ash and gave him a stiff hug.

“See you at home, kid,” she mumbled. Letting go, she turned to Misty. “Thanks for the battle and the badge, I guess...?”

The two gazed at each other for a few awkward moments, then Jessie took a step closer, slowly lifting her arms.

“Aah!” Misty hurriedly moved back, holding her hands up in front of her. “I don’t think I’m there yet.”

Jessie dropped her arms with a huge sigh of relief. “Great! Me neither.” She offered her hand instead, and the Gym Leader shook it.

Ash and Misty stepped outside the Pokémon Centre to see them off, their goodbyes ringing in the air as Delia and Jessie got on the road. Jessie slung her arm around her girlfriend’s shoulder.

“Happy, babe?”

“Yes and no,” Delia sighed. “I’m sad my journey’s over, but I couldn’t be happier about how it went. I made three wonderful new friends, foiled a nasty poacher, and that battle today –” She clenched her fists in front of her. “ – I never felt so alive! I can’t wait to tell Professor Oak and James and Meowth all about it!” She slipped an arm around Jessie’s waist. “I’m so glad you talked me into this.”

Jessie preened. “Oh it was nothing, babe, I –”

She broke off as Delia took hold of her hands.

“Thank you for making my dreams come true,” the other woman whispered. Jessie’s heart caught in her throat as she saw tears shining in Delia’s eyes. “Not just today, but every day we’re together.”

Jessie smiled, warmth blooming in her chest.

“It’s the least I could do,” she replied. Delia deserved more, so much more, for putting up with her, believing in her, loving her. Not to mention all she’d done for James and Meowth too. Maybe one day –

- but before Jessie could continue the thought, Delia leaned up and pulled her into a tender kiss.

THE END

“Oh, I can’t wait to get home to our nice comfy bed!”

“Ugh, me too. I hate sleeping on the ground.”

“…who said anything about sleeping?”

#hanamusa comic #hanamusashipping #hanamusa #fanfiction #jessie #delia ketchum #ash ketchum #misty #my art

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caffieneaddictt18 · 2 months

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Mate

werewolf x reader who works at Walmart - just meeting. Kind of random but i get bored at work sooo....

"Yo, yo, yo, what's poppin?" I ask as I approach a couple with a baby, probably in their late 20s. My hand is already blindly grabbing for my name badge.

"Hi!" The woman says smiling, "The machine just stopped and said something about a scale. I'm just trying to weigh my zucchini."

The man next to her nods as he plays with the baby, as to back her up. I don't necessarily care.

My shins are starting to hurt... I thought the new ortho shoes would help...

My hands go through the practiced motion of taking whatever was on the scale off, pressing the button for zucchini, and then weighing it. Aka, the only way to weigh your produce that doesn't throw the machine into a hissy-fit.

"Easy-peasy," I slap on my customer service voice like the passed on Queen of England decided to step into Wal-Mart, "Just make sure to press the button beforehand, and then weigh the produce. And it's so funky." I try to make it relatable for the woman, "Some produce needs to be weighed and others need to be counted. It gets confusing." I smile and see her smiling in relief, thankful that someone understands her.

Someone does but it aint me. This is my whole ass job.

I smile and say the unforgettable 'Have a great day!' before leaving and having to walk around the self-check.

New big boss gonna fire me if I stop walking... fucking bullshit. I see a toy that was placed on a chip shelf and mess with it as I go to put it away.

"Hey! Hey! Girl!" Someone snaps their fingers at me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, smiling a smile that would put Alastor to shame.

"Hello! What seems to be the problem today?" My customer service voice is getting strained as I see it's just an old man wanting to buy alcohol.

"The machine will need you to check my age when I buy this alcohol." He gestures to the cart that has it's undercarriage filled with Modelo.

I look at his order on his screen and scroll through it. "Well, sir, it looks like you haven't scanned it yet, so I can't give you the go ahead; But once you do, I can definitely give you the go ahead to buy it." I throw it back in his face, trying to make him feel as stupid as possible. He scoffs and takes the hand scanner off the terminal and it starts beeping loudly at him.

"Stop yelling at me!" He shouts, frustrated that it won't stop beeping and won't scan his beer.

"Well, sir, it is a machine, so it can't yell at you. It doesn't have a mouth. It's just beeping because the batteries are going out, but you can definitely wait until the hand scanner flashes green, and then it should work." I patiently wait for him to put it back on the terminal. And once it flashes green, he scans the beer.

The first notification, asking if the customer looks younger than 40, pops up. I look back at the man and size him up and down before pressing 'No'.

"Have a great day, sir!" I bounce away and continue walking around. I see a group of men who are all standing around quietly, just simply waiting. Their light is flashing red and they are being silent. It's definitely a nice change.

I walk over. "Hey there. Sorry to bother you, but I gotta fix this. Sorry." I look at the screen... and it's a mis-scan. My boss is gonna hate me...

"Sorry about the wait, guys! It's been a busy day." I think back to when someone dropped a whole gallon of whole milk and it leaked into the aisle next to it. We had to use two whole things of spill clean-up... my anxiety has been high ever since. Could also just be the 5 Hour Energy and Redbull I chugged, but meh.

"No problem. I could tell." The obvious leader of their band of friends talks, as if talking for the whole group. One of the guys has a faint blush on his face and the others are laughing, talking about their plans.

I watch the little video the camera produced and determine that it was just an old bag crossing over the scanner without being scanned... cuz it is an old bag.

"Oops. Looks like it's just the bag. The machine must've just gotten confused. Sorry about that." I smile and wave before giving them the go-ahead to keep scanning.

"No worries. Thank you."

"Anytime."

I think back to the one guy who was blushing and leaning on the cart's handle. He's kinda cute... and hot. What the fuck.

Meh whatever. Just focus on work- I did it, I did, I jumped-

"Hey! Girl! I need you to ring up my groceries for me!" I silently sigh and walk over.

"Of course, sir!"

Another day in the life of a person at Wal-Mart.

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Author's Cup of Tea:

Im ngl, i thought about this while I was changing prices in the cigarette cases. It took 4 hours to do all of the price changes😭

#caffies #x reader #pagan!reader #werewolf #witch reader #werewolf x reader #boyfriend x reader #werewolf boyfriend x reader #werewolf!boyfriend x reader #walmart #retail

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agonyaster · 1 year

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It’s Enough to Drive You Crazy (If You Let It)

So, Elesa… Have you defeated Clay yet?”

Elesa’s face immediately drops down into a scowl and she glares across the table at Emmet, who sips his espresso with a devious smile. Ingo’s sitting next to him, expressions equally as devious, though he tries to hide it behind his muffin.

“No. I haven’t,” Elesa says, enunciating every syllable with cautious precision. Almost daring him to keep talking.

He takes it as a challenge, apparently. “I was simply wondering! It’s been so long since your last attempt: leaving his as the last badge you obtain is a verrry interesting choice.”

Haven’t done anything with Elesa as the leading lady so you know I had to change that immediately

prefer ao3? read here!

“So, Elesa… Have you defeated Clay yet?”

“No. I haven’t,” Elesa says, enunciating every syllable with cautious precision. Almost daring him to keep talking.

He takes it as a challenge, apparently. “I was simply wondering! It’s been so long since your last attempt: leaving his as the last badge you obtain is a verrry interesting choice.”

“Shut up, Emmet.”

“How many times have you tried for the badge? I forget.” Dragons, does he have to do this right now? Elesa glances around anxiously at the other people sitting at the café, none of whom seem to be paying them any sort of attention. “You must be sure to keep your final destination in mind!”

Ingo agrees with a solemn nod. “If you’re not careful, you’ll miss the cutoff for the tournament.”

“Not that there’s any shame in waiting for next year. That way you’ll be able to study our battle tactics from the stands without worrying about your own matches.”

“Because they would not exist,” Ingo clarifies.

Elesa knows she shouldn’t grind her teeth, but it's the only way she can stop herself from saying something she’ll regret. “I still have a few months, I won’t run out of time.”

“Two months is not a few! It is a couple at best,” Ingo interjects. She shoots him a glare.

“Clay isn’t hard to beat if you find something that can take a few good hits.”

“It’s true! Fraxure did very well during my own challenge.” He pats a pokéball lovingly, the one in which Haxorus was held.

Elesa rolls her eyes. “Well, he uses ground types and I use electric types. Not much I can do there.”

“You could always phone a friend,” Emmet offers, extending a pokéball to her. “And I’m sure Skyla would be happy to offer her Swanna if you asked nicely.”

Elesa swats Emmet’s hand away with a scowl. “No, shut up.” She doesn’t need their pity, especially not Skyla’s. Dragons, she would never recover from asking something like that— her face burns at the very thought. “I’ll do it on my own.”

Ingo picks at the chocolate chips at the top of his muffin. “Perhaps you should consider investing in a new type specialty.”

“Oh, or a Jellicent! One of those would be perfect against Clay. Except for his Seismitoad.” Emmet ponders for a moment, eyes pinched shut in deep thought. “What about—”

“Hey look, it’s Tweedledee and Tweedledum.” Finally, a savior! Unfortunately, Elesa’s relief sours as soon as she sees who exactly it is. “You guys know the station is like four blocks away, right?”

“We are perfectly aware of every subway entrance in the whole of the region,” Ingo declares. “And the closest one is just off of fifth, thank you very much.”

“Oh! Hey, Skyla!” Elesa’s voice peaks at the end of the name and she coughs awkwardly in her fist to try and cover it up— twisting in her chair so her bangs cut Ingo and Emmets mischievous faces out of her sight.

With a playful smile, Skyla pops the tab of her soda and gives a little mock salute. “Sup?”

“Not much. What brings you to Nimbasa?”

“Getting my last badge from Cas.” She takes a swig. “Forgot to actually grab it when I beat the gym so their trainers have been hunting me down for like a week.”

“Did you know Elesa still doesn’t have all her badges yet?”

Oh, she was going to throttle him.

“Oh man, really?” Skyla pulls over a chair from a nearby table, straddling it and resting her chin on its back as she sits. “Who do you have left?”

“Clay.”

“I beat him just fine.”

“You use flying types, Skyla.”

Emmet sips his espresso. “You have flying types. Two of them.”

“Yeah, well. He plans for things like that.” Honestly, it’s like they forget Rock Slide is a thing. And that’s not to mention how her Emolga work best togetherwhen they could swap in and out with Volt Switch, which is… not an option.

“Then get a new pokémon, just for this battle! An honorary yet vital member of the team. You’ll never have to use it again if you don’t want to.”

“What? No! I’m not just going to give up!”

Ingo shakes his head. “You wouldn’t be giving up, Elesa, you would be winning.”

“Basically the same thing if I do it like that.”

“I dunno, they do kinda have a point.” Skyla takes a drink of her soda, swishing it around in her mouth before swallowing. “You’re free to take my Swanna for the fight if you’d like. I dunno which pokémon he adds for late-stage gym challengers, but she’s sure to cover most of them.”

Emmet looks positively beside himself. “See!”

“I don’t want your Swanna! And I don’t want a Swanna, period, so would you all just drop it? I can handle this myself.”

“Like you’ve handled it just fine for the past… How long has it been since your first attempt?”

“Would you cut it out already? Dragons, just leave me alone.”

They don’t seem to hear her over the sounds of their own voices, rising steadily as the three of them start to bicker. Dragons, she hates how easily Skyla falls into this with the twins— it's only fun when she’s not the one those little shits decide to make fun of. Elesa raises her coffee to her lips and takes a shaky sip, trying to tame her nerves. And the boys know about all the… stuff with Skyla! It should be their job to make her look good!

She can’t even really hear them anymore, all of their words nothing more than a dull and tinny echo. Maybe it's because of the blood roaring in her ears, maybe it's just because she stopped paying attention. As Elesa takes another sip of her coffee, she forces herself back to attention and meets Emmet’s eyes. He doesn’t even say anything, just gets that look on his face: the one that he always gets before doing something really fucking stupid. Like rolling down that giant hill just outside of Mistralton in a tire.

He says it— whatever it is— and the response is instant. Ingo howls with laughter, clutching his stomach with one hand while he pounds on the table with the other, nearly choking on his own spit. Skyla makes a sound like a startled Unfezant and soda shoots out her nose, her face going bright red as she cackles. Normally, that would’ve been a sight Elesa welcomed. But she’s not stupid the pounding in her head made it impossible to hear but there’s only one thing that joke could’ve been about.

Her.

Elesa stands up so fast her chair topples over, drawing the attention of the other people at the café. She doesn’t care. Without a second thought she rips off the lid and throws her coffee in Emmet’s stupid smiling face, scooping her bag up off of the ground and stomping off. Elesa can hear him shouting after her as Ingo and Skyla scramble to grab napkins and save his shirt. Serves him right. Dragons above, that shit better stain and never come out.

She doesn’t have anywhere specific in mind, just away is enough. No one bats an eye as she barges past, the world melting away as she moves through the streets. Soon the crowds begin to thin out and mist cools Elesa’s face, wind whistling through steel girders as she moves swiftly across the bridge.

The air grows wetter and heavier, rain falling from the sky just as she steps off of the Driftveil Drawbridge. Elesa flips up the hood of her jacket and pushes forward.

Fine. Fucking fine. They thought she couldn’t do it? Might as well prove them wrong. She can do this and she will be doing it with the pokémon she likes. A voice in the back of her head tells her this isn’t a good idea, that it’s too late, she’s too angry, that her pokémon don’t need to see her like this. She squashes it like a bug beneath her shoe.

Elesa stomps up the hill that leads up to the Driftveil City Gym, her socks squelching with every step, oozing water and mud. When she crests the hill and arrives at the entryway of the gym, Elesa reaches for the door handle.

It’s fucking locked. Of course it is— why wouldn’t it be?

Deep down inside her, something breaks.

The scream Elesa lets out is like that of a wounded animal, and all she sees is red as she beats and pounds and scratches at the door. Tears pour from her eyes, mixing with the rain and the snot that streams down her face— it leaches into her pores and draws forth only more rage. Ugly, retching sobs shake her entire frame and Elesa’s screamed herself hoarse at this point but she just doesn’t care.

Her palms have gone red and the polish on her fingers flakes off as she continues to scream and scratch and hit, backing up only so she can deliver a heavy kick that leaves behind a muddy footprint behind on that stupid fucking door.

Eventually, she loses her footing and collapses in the mud, thunder rumbling overhead. Elesa doesn’t know how long she sits there, breath coming in jolting gasps.

“What in tarnation are you doin’ out in this rain?”

“…Motherfucker.”

“Quite the answer, there.” Clay moves towards the door, inspecting the muddy footprint with a raised brow. Elesa doesn’t budge. “What, ya just gonna stay out here in this downpour? Last thing you need right now is to catch a cold.”

“You can’t get sick from standing out in the rain.”

“My mama always said you could, and I’m gonna listen to her before I ever listen to you.”

Elesa crosses her arms, trying to hide how she shivers. “Yeah well, you lick rocks. Stop trying to give me advice.”

“You say that like it’s an insult, Miss Elesa.”

“It is!”

“I encourage you to come up with somethin’ else.” His keys jangle and the door is pushed open. “If you change your mind ‘bout the whole rain thing, door’ll be open.”

Clay disappears inside and Elesa glares at the gym, watching through the windows as the lights spring up. Its shining interior almost mocks her— but fuck that. She’s got a gym, a gym leader, and her pokémon are still safe in her bag. Rising to her feet, Elesa’s legs tremble like a newborn Deerling’s as she heaves the door open and enters.

“Get that jacket off of ya, you’ll freeze if you don’t,” Clay says, his back to her as he fusses with something over at the receptionist's desk. He’d been a lot smarter than her, umbrella held at his side.

“No,” Elesa says, stomping her foot. “I’m here for a battle.”

Clay turns to look at her, brows raised, and with a scoff he shakes his head. “No.”

“Why not?”

“It’s outside business hours.”

“It shouldn’t be.”

“Talk to me about working overtime when you’ve got your own gym.”

“I will.” Crossing her arms, Elesa sticks her nose in the air. “What are you even looking for? If you’re going to punish me just get it over with already.”

“And exactly would I do that? Not like you did any real sort of damage.”

“What, you want me to?”

“Not particularly. If you’d really like to, go for it, but you’ll hafta pay for it.”

Clay seemed to find whatever it was he needed and turns, gesturing to one of the couches in the lobby: telling her to sit. Elesa’s tempted to say no but all that adrenaline from before is really starting to wear off, so she obliges.

“I’m surprised you showed up without the boys,” Clay grumbles as he sits. Dragons, of course he would say that. He’s still their uncle, after all. She still can’t really believe Clay’s married.

“We aren’t attached at the hip.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“They don’t need to be here anyway.” Her voice quiets, thin and wavering like a thread of silk. “They’ve both already gotten your badge.”

“So that's what this is about, is it?”

“I already told you that.” Under the florescent lights of the lobby, it’s impossible to hide the redness around her eyes and the blotchy, irritated patches on her cheeks. “It’s stupid. I’ll be fine.”

“Maybe so. But if you don’t tend to the sapling it will never grow strong.” Elesa frowns down at her shoes, not really sure what that was supposed to mean. “Don’t pretend, darlin’— it won’t do you any good.”

Elesa tucks her knees up under her chin and squeezes her eyes shut. When she speaks next, her voice is just barely a whisper. “Sometimes I wish all of this would just go away.”

“I know.”

“And like— it’s not just them.” Her eyes are starting to burn again, the beginnings of tears pricking at their corners. “Girl stuff too, I guess.”

“Skyla, hm?”

Elesa chokes on her own spit.

“Don’t look so shocked, I have eyes. When yer not with the twins you're with her. It’s always you four running around causin’ problems. And don’t pretend you’re subtle or nothin: you youngins have lost the art of nuance.” Clay grunts. “So what, they givin’ you shit?”

A single-shouldered shrug. “Something like that.”

He scoffs, and Elesa knows the twins are going to be ripped a new one next time they see Clay.

“The boys… there’s somethin’ I’ve noticed about them over the years,” he starts. “They’ve always had that natural talent; somethin’ they got from Drayden— skipped over their father, mind you. There’s work put into it, sure, but nothing ever gives them enough pushback to lose in the way they need it.”

“You want them to lose?”

“Almighty— I’ve been prayin’ for it since the day I first met ‘em.” He laughs. “When it comes, and it will, those boys aren’t going to know what to do with themselves. Later on it is, the worse it’ll be.”

Elesa’s started to pick at her nail polish, miniscule flakes breaking away and dusting the couch cushion. “I guess that makes sense.”

“Those with more diverse teams— they tend to focus on their strengths too much. Strike hard and fast and get it all over with as quick as they can. You think differently. Just somethin’ that comes with the trade. Specialists like us, we know what it means to lose. We’ve always gotta be aware of our faults because everyone else is too. All the time.”

“I guess. But still, I just don’t know how to beat you.”

“Same thing you do to every other trainer: knock out all their pokémon.” Clay shrugs. “I know you’ll get it one day, and don’t think I’m sayin’ that just to say it. You’ve challenged my gym six times, and every time you end up comin’ back. In too deep to call it quits.”

He’s got a point.

“All that’s to say… don’t take your own experiences for granite.”

It catches her off guard, so unexpected she almost wonders if she heard him wrong.

Elesa raises her head, eyes wide. “I— did you just..?”

“You’re pretty darn good at it, but it’s best to keep your coal around the twins. They’re gniess boys, but…”

It takes all her strength for Elesa to hold back her laughter. “What, they’re full of schist?”

“That’s right. And if you ever need assi-stones in keeping them under control, you just let me know.”

She can’t help it anymore— Elesa’s whole body shakes as she howls with laughter, tears springing out of her eyes as she hoots and hollers. Her face aches from how hard she smiles.

#writing #submas #elesa #gym leader elesa #pokemon elesa #elesa pokmeon #ingo #emmet #skyla #clay #gym leader clay #pokemon skyla #subway bosses #nimbasa trio #its precanon #being a teenager is hard i make elesa Go Through It #had a lot of fun with this one :>

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thesevenwondersofawitch · 1 year

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Watching Picard season 3, episode 1. The Next Generation.

(Contains Major spoilers for the ep)

The music is so chill, tho I DO want to set the world on fire

Awww, pretty flowers

Uhhhhh, the masks are kinda random 👀

Interesting, one of Picards logs is playing 🤔

OH IT'S BEVERLY!!!

Wait oh found them?!

Oh no what happened to the crew member?🤔

OH HOLY SHIT

NO BEVERLY SHE'S BEEN SHOT

NOOOOOOOOO

Ngl, it's giving Ranger vibes

She's so badass I can't even I'm screaming

She just came out of the fog like a freaking angel of war

Oh noooo, she's bleeding

Is ANYONE gonna let the crew dude out?

OOOOOOOO SHE'S TRANSMITTING HER MESSAGE FROM THE TRAILER

LARIS! I THOUGHT SHE WASN'T GONNA BE IN THIS SEASON I'M SO HAPPY

Are they talking about his past relationships?

They're talking about a painting 😂😂😂

YEAH GEODRDI MY BABE

He runs a museum? Wasn't expecting that, but good for him😂

Awwww, Laris won't let the guy pack up Picard's painting

Ohhhh, so they're going on a trip, I thought they were going over his Will 😂

*sees the flute* I'm gonna sob it's fine

"I am not a man who needs a legacy." Dude you totally are that type of man😂

When I see that record player all I can think of is Q

Computer: "Unable to determine the location."

"Thanks for your help." I do not think that he was thankful for the help😂

OH MY GOD IT'S HIS OLD COM BADGE

I'M SCREAMING

I have literal chills

OH NY GOD IT'S BEVERLY I HAVE SO MUCH CHILL

"And Jean-Luc. No Starfleet. Trust no one." I'M SCREAMING OH MY GOD

I love Laris and Picard's talks by the fire

Dude, you've seriously haven't spoken to her in over 20 years? For shame dude

Oh, she cut everyone off😅

"You even tried to be Lovers, didn't you?" Man, I picked the absolute worst time to take a drink of pink lemonade, I nearly choked cause I couldn't help but burst out laughing 😂😂

I love how Laris is fully behind the fact that Beverly isn't paranoid

Picard: "I'll be back in a few days, maybe even less."

Laris: "Maybe even more."

Me: Or maybe he won't be back at all, and he'll die before you can ever see him again.

Oh fuck, she's gonna save him a seat😭 imagine if she's sitting there waiting for him only to get news he's died.

Their first (on screen) kiss!

I love that Guinan seals souvenirs😂

"That's 'Galaxy Class' to you young lady!" Riker is offended 😂

"Deanna and Kestra will appreciate the time away from me." Oh no, what happened (what did ya do Riker)

Picard totally wants to ask what happened but is holding his tongue, tho I wish he wouldn't cause I wanna know

WHAT HAD BEVERLY SO TERRIFIED!

So she cut off Deanna, Will AND Geordi as well, that definitely raises red flags since she was close with Deanna

RAFFI

I KNOW THAT WALK IT'S TOTALLY RAFFI

Oh God, the Daddy kink still lives? I hate it.

Nooo, Raffi's getting drugs😭

"My girlfriend left me." NOOOOOOOOOOOO

PLEASE LET THIS BE HER COVER 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I'm thinking it's a cover since she's really trying to get info

Who's the Red Lady? BEVERLY? SHE HAS RED HAIR! COULD IT BE ABOUT GOING AFTER HER

Oh, I would greatly like to kill this dude for hurting Raffi

OOOOOOOOOOO SHE IS UNDERCOVER YAY

I'm so proud of her for dropping the drug instead of using it😭

"I'm not sure about this plan."😂

"It's not a plan, it's a ruse." Same old Riker😂

THE TITAN

THAT MEANS SEEVVVVVVVEEEN!!!!! OH, I remember it from Lower Decks 😂

"The First Officer, on the other hand, I think you'll recognize." SEVEN

SEEEEVVVVVVVVEN!

(Actual footage ^ of the Saffi Fandom)

"Captain Shaw prefers that I use "Hansen," Admiral"

Oh hell no, I hate this Captain with a burning passion now cause how fucking DARE HE

The way that Picard paused to correct the one guy's posture and badge 😂

Oh Seven totally doesn't like the Captain 😂

*Ensign grins at Picard* Picard to Seven:"Is there something wrong with that Ensign?"

"Ensign La Forge, eyes on your station." I'M SCREAMING

Oh God, Riker is totally embarrassing her by bringing up her Nickname from the academy. If Deanna was there, she'd totally hack him and say: "Will!"

Seven's face when Picard said she should take the ship out😭 she was like a lil kid trying to hide how happy she was😭

*Picard tells Seven something way out of date in regards to flying then ship*

Seven:"It's all automated now."

Picard:"Oh... Of course." *Clears his throat awkwardly* "You're going to be a Captain before you know it, Commander Hansen."

Riker, grinning: "Excellent recovery, Admiral."

Picard: "Shut it, Will."

This Captain eating has me uncomfy

Dude, Picard was definitely not expecting this guy to be an ass

Riker looks like he would like to beat up the Captain 😂

Oh. Wow. I really hate this guy

Seven just watching the convo between them is a mood

Picard really should've done his homework on what stations were open

Seven is so helpful

Oh wow, he's even more of an asshole than I expected.

Honestly, I'm kinda shocked they're not gonna just knock the Captain unconscious and take control of the ship, saying that the Captain isn't feeling well😂

Seven watching Riker and Picard go has me wondering what her plan is🤔

AWWWWWW RAFFI'S GRANDBABY😭

"Good morning sweet girl"😭😭😭😭😭

Raffi's lil smile 😭

Raffi looks so done with her handler

Awwww, my poor babe, she's so tired

Did she just get discharged from Starfleet? Oh, just pulled up into from her file

"You are a warrior." The way Raffi's whole demeanor changed has me thinking she was brainwashed and this was saying was the trigger word to activate her

It would totally make sense since we know Worf fights her at one point

WHAT IF HE'S HER HANDLER

Oh my god, Riker and Picard are sleeping in bunkbeds 😂😂

Seven summoned them! Yay

Oh what is she planning

"You're gonna tell me what the hell you two are really doing here of I'm about to throw both of you out of an airlock and never look back." Aw, this reminds me of Voyager Seven😊

SHE MENTIONED JANEWAY!!!! I'M SCREAMING

Oh damn, Seven should go back to the Rangers, cause honestly I just want her to be happy and she doesn't seem to be.

Did she throw the Captain out of an airlock

Awwww, she ignored orders and brought them to the edge of federation space

I love how Seven followed her instincts

"I like that Seven." Same, Will, same.

The way everyone looked back as the Captain kinda fired Seven, they like her better

I feel like I should have an idea who Rachel Garrett is but I'm blanking

OH SHIT

Raffi's trying to get through to Starfleet, but it isn't working 👀

Oh I hope my babe doesn't witness an attack cause that could really traumatize her

OH NO

OH MY GOD, I HAVE CHILLS

The screaming of them is horrible 😭

She just witnessed a huge tragedy and wasn't able to do anything, that would definitely mess a person up

WAIT

Her son's family doesn't live in District Seven, do they?

WHAT IF THAT'S WHY SHE TRIES TO HAVE A FIGHT

"So long as we don't have to move or shot we should be fine." Me😂

The fact that Picard made Beverly a playlist instead of giving her flowers 😭😂

Wait wait wait

WHAT IF BEVERLY STOLE THE STUFF TO PROTECT IT AND WHOEVER ATTACKED HER STOLE IT AND USED IT TO ATTACK STARFLEET

Oh fuck, what the heck happened to her nose? It looks Alien

"Number one she's here" not me thinking his Dog was about to come running with a wagging tail😂

DUDE (Me to the guy who's holding Riker at gunpoint)

Does Beverly have another son?🤔

HOLY SHIT I WAS RIGHT

Wait, were they after him?🤔

I wonder who his dad is🤔

Wonder if his older brother ever showed up to take him to baseball games in the past 😂

ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THAT'S HOW THEY END IT? OH COME ON

The older trek music has me so happy

If you'll need me, I'll be screaming and reading as much fanfic as I can until the next episode.

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four and wolfstar !

hiiii thank you slay!! <3 <3

a kiss where it hurts

Sirius hadn’t been using his new earrings for more than a couple days. He had pierced both his ears two weeks back, but the small stud earrings he had at first didn’t quite do what he had hoped they would do. So at Potions his hands closed around two small empty vials, and after Care of Magical Creatures he stood back in the woods to fill them with small, just-bloomed flowers. At night he had held his hair up, the spring vials hanging from his ears, and he had stared at himself in the mirror, his heart beating furious and soaring at the sight of who he was and what his new earrings said about it.

The weight was distinct, hanging from his ears, and there was the weight of eyes on him, eyes that smiled when he met them and eyes he avoided resolutely. He was trying hard to stay out of trouble since when he got into more trouble than what he could account for. And the weight of some sense of pride, sitting low in his ribs.

Until he was standing by the Transfiguration classroom, waiting for Prongs who had stayed back, and a violent hand closed around the vial, and yanked hard, ripping it from his ear. Sirius screamed with the shock and the burning pain, but then Mulciber called him something horrible, but not untrue, and he quieted. Moony hexed him, Prefect badge be damned, and Prongs was in tow before he could retaliate, so after the fact he was worse to show for it than Sirius, except he really wasn't.

He is brushing his teeth at night when Moony eases inside the bathroom and holds makeshift earrings to his face. They're two small, pink flowers, pressed and encapsulated in a drop of resin, thinner and tinier but just as poncy. He waves the gift off, but Moony squeezes into the space between him and the sink anyway, wrapping his arms around him and lowering his mouth to Sirius' reddened earlobe, where it hurts. Moony, who tried to make a shameful thing okay, good even, with magazines full of pictures of men in skirts and make-up and their hands on the naked chests of other men. Who had let Sirius look and hold and figure it out.

Sirius protests at the impracticability of their position with a mouthful of toothpaste, shifting their bodies so he can spit it out. He finds himself angry at Remus, at his insistence that it could be more than a fantasy in a photograph. He stares at them in the mirror, at the sight of who he is and what his best friend's mouth on his earlobe says about it, and reminds himself they could never do this standing by the Transfiguration classroom. Wandless and cruel, he transfigures the earrings into soap bubbles and pops them. Remus sighs, and they go to sleep without a cuddle.

Next morning finds Remus with golden, dangly star earrings, beautiful in History of Magic. Sirius writes him a sappy note, that he folds and keeps. Sitting by the lake, hidden under the shade of a tree, Moony kisses his ear, again. Gentle, Sirius pulls off one of his earrings, slides it into his pierced lobe, so they match.

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thewritingsofevbrowne · 10 months

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NEW! CHAPTER - The Last Drop 🩸

[Spoilers ahead!] - Read from the beginning...

After climbing up what seemed like an endless ladder that was one of the only ways up to the big city. James could hardly keep up with her instructions of direction. Dawn could see how confused James had looked and assured him he would learn it all one day. With Dawn's charm, she had managed to get them through the gates that led to the precinct. He was surprised she had managed to get the guards to allow him inside. Especially with no identification card. Dawn had gone into detail about how troublesome it was. Getting new vampire identities. Eventually had bored the guards enough to allow them inside. They were about to enter the inner precinct when the guards stopped them. Dawn had shown them her identification badge, silencing their countless dumb questions. The chief had stood up from his desk and opened the door for Dawn, asking him who the man was with her. Every officer in the entire precinct had their eyes locked on the windows of the chief's office. The chief began closing all the blinds. He was about to sit down at his desk when James pulled down his hood. The chief spit out his coffee when he saw James.

"D-Detective… B-Barlowe… M-My god…" The chief uttered.

"You're a fucking coward…" James growled through clenched teeth.

"Easy now, Jack…" Dawn uttered to him.

"I had no idea you had fallen to the disease…" The chief said.

"You're calling it a disease yet no one knows where it originated from… Seems a little suspicious, don't you think?" James questioned.

"Jack, who's the detective in the room, right now?" She asked him. "I said let me do the talking…" She said.

"You're no longer a detective on the case, the case is closed…" The chief said.

"The case is not fucking closed!" Dawn told him. "You made up some bullshit story and blamed another case on my people… When you have no right doing so… You just want the people up here to feel safe…" She hissed. "Thea was only the mule, she wasn't behind it, the case is not closed!" She shouted.

"It's closed, which means you have to hand in your badge because it doesn't mean shit here no more," The chief said. He sat down in his chair and sipped on his coffee. "It's a shame I lost one of my best detectives but there is nothing I can do on the matter… As it is, I'm doing a favour" He pointed out. "I'm warning you now… If you keep chasing this… It's going to lead you somewhere you're not going to like… And it's going to get you killed…" The chief warned her.

"Is that a threat?" Dawn asked.

"It's a fucking warning, now get out of my office before I change my mind…" The chief grumbled.

"Give me a name, something… You've gotta have some kind of lead or else I wouldn't be here…" Dawn said.

"You've got two hours, then the house will be sold off or some shit…" The chief reminded her.

"A name…" Dawn hissed. "Anything…" She said.

"You're pushing your luck…" The chief growled.

"You know I can make threats too… It would be a real shame if your wife found out you're gambling your step-daughter's college funds away… Not to mention you're a raging alcoholic who can't get it up at the best of times… So you go to some whore around the corner for your fix…" She hissed. "Which usually involves a bit of cocaine, and you've still got some on your nose chief…" Dawn smirked. She smacked her badge down on the desk. "You'll be hearing from our department soon…" She told him.

"What fucking department?" The chief laughed. "Your kind have no rights, no justice system, that's why you belong in the slums!" He cackled.

"As I said, you'll be hearing from the VPD soon… We're always watching…" Dawn hissed at him, then motioned for James to get up.

James followed Dawn out of the office and looked back at the chief to see him sniffle. Then wipe his nose before taking a sip of his coffee. Only to let out a terrified yelp and spilt coffee all over himself. Dawn grabbed James' arm and led him away and toward the elevator.

"What the fuck is the VPD?" James asked as soon as the elevator doors closed.

"I'm still working on the name…" Dawn uttered.

"VPD?" James asked, raising a brow at her.

"Vampire Police Department was all I could come up with, I know it needs work but it's something…" She told him.

"What did you put in his coffee?" James asked.

"It was only a finger… One of my rats found it, and thought I could have some use for it…" Dawn held back a laugh. "It will take us an hour to get to the house and after that… You're going to have to act quickly… Only take what you really need" She said.

"How the hell did you manage that?" He questioned.

"Are we still talking about the finger? Or how I gained access to get back into the house?" She asked. "Favor from the chief, he felt bad about the whole cover-up bullshit… I managed to convince him to give me some time in the house…" She said.

James followed Dawn to her car which was parked in the back of the parking lot. James grabbed hold of Dawn's arm and pulled her toward him. "My parents wouldn't just sell off all my shit and it's not shit, it's a collection…" James told her.

"Sorry… Collection…" Dawn uttered, sticking her tongue out at him. She was about to walk toward the car when James stopped her.

"This is not the same car you were driving before…" He pointed out.

"That was a rental… This piece of shit is all mine…" Dawn grinned, smacking her hand against the hood of the car.

James grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her away from the car, "How long has it been sitting there?" He asked.

"Ever since I was given the case, you think anyone was going to take me seriously in that piece of crap?" Dawn asked only for the car to explode behind them.

James grabbed hold of Dawn and attempted to shelter her from the explosion. The force of the explosion had caused all the car alarms to go off around them, deafening them as they came to. James helped Dawn up off the cement. Dawn swore at the top of her lungs.

"Son of a bitch…" Dawn grumbled. "I guess we're walking…" She said.

[Continue Reading...]

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BACKGROUND PROGRAMS #3: THE EAVESDROP

CENTER FOR CHAOS & CONTAINMENT DESERT OUTPOST, 10:30 PM (SIX MONTHS BEFORE THE EVENTS OF ATO)

NOTE: This event occurs directly after Event #2 had ended.

(A woman concealing herself in a dark purple hood is seen sneaking through the hallways of the CCC outpost. She finds a man with a nametag marked "Citrus", along with his assistant, with his nametag marked "Pinker". She quickly hides behind the wall and eavesdrops on a conversation the two are having.)

Can you believe that guy? Protesting against us? "Oh, those people have lives too! You can't just freeze them and blah, blah, blah!" Ah, to hell with all that bullshit. I'm just glad we sent that agent over to plant him with a "high chaos reading" so we could freeze him for life, and the government is none the wiser!

Clarker, sir, with all due respect, don't you think what we're doing is wrong?

The government is paying us TRILLIONS to do this, Parkson. And that's a whole lotta moola.

It's a shame you can't use that as a bail bond, then!

(As the hooded figure says that, she shoots a bolt of lightning out from a heavy-duty sword and hits Clarker [Citrus] down to the ground. Parkson [Pinker] tries to run, but the lady shoots him down as well, and he lands right next to Clarker. The lady then walks up to them, and pulls her hood down to reveal her face to the two corrupt men. Clarker knows that bright purple hair anywhere: The lady in the cloak is none other than Violet Wolfsbane.)

I snuck in here because I had a suspicion that there was more going on here than it seemed. And from what I overheard from your little conversation, Citrus, I was right.

(Violet picks up Clarker and holds him by his shirt collar.)

Why are you cryogenically freezing people just because they don't agree with your ideals, Citrus?

(Clarker simply gives a sly chuckle.)

You think we actually care about "containing chaos"? Go back into the kitchen you clearly belong in and grow a spine in there, Wolfsbane.

We don't care if we're capturing innocent people, or staging chaos readings so we can capture someone who we don't like. All we care about is that we're getting government funding for this, and getting money for this is all we care about here.

So why don't you let go of me, go into the kitchen, and make me a sandwitch, bitch.

(Violet, absolutely DISGUSTED at what just came out of Clarker's absolutely sexist mouth, chucks him out of his office window, shattering the glass and sending him careening from the top floor to the ground below. With a loud SMASH, he lands face-first onto the pavement, but somehow, still alive! She then jumps out, lands skillfully, and moves in to get some final words in.)

Citrus, you're very lucky I don't want to kill you. Severely maiming you and embedding glass shards into every part of your body for what you said was more than enough. You are a sexist PIG, you sick fuck, and I hope you burn in hell for what you've done. I've teleported the people in the stasis chambers to my location, the Chaos Creation Center. You may wanna rename your company to something with a different acronym. Something like, oh, I dunno, the "Institute for Idiots and Imprisonment".

(As Violet walks away, dropping her CCC badge down onto Clarker's paralyzed body along with a letter of resignation, she realizes how good of a nickname her interpretaton sounds.)

Hmmm..."Institute for Idiots and Imprisonment"...I think I could use that!

NO NEW BIOS OR ACHIEVEMENTS AVAILABLE FROM THIS EVENT

#altering the outcome #ato: background programs #miscellaneous outcomes

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Brothers in the Blackwood Gang

Jane Sutton blinked and cursed as a bullet smashed into the edge of the overturned table she crouched behind and sent a spray of chips and splinters into her face.

"Douglas Hale you son of a BITCH! When we get out of here I'm going to strangle you!"

The deep roar came from her left, where John Blackwood was propping up the broken, shot to shit table he'd tried to take cover behind when the shooting started. It had been a nice piece of furniture once - or as nice as any saloon card table was, anyway - but it was John's name on the gang and all the wanted posters, so most of the gunfire was pointed in his direction and the table could only take so much. It had already broken down the middle from the stress, the left half falling away and the right half being what John was still using for cover. The green felt top was shredded, the chips and cards a distant memory, and it wouldn't take much more punishment.

"Well how was I supposed to know her brother was a lawman? 'S not like she wore it on her sleeve, John!"

Douglas Hale's distracted voice came from behind the bar as he popped up and fired twice before ducking back down as distinctly fewer bullets answered his attack than there had been. Douglas was an idiot and a flirt, but he was a quick idiot and flirt and he'd managed to shoot at least two of the posse currently adding new windows to the front of the saloon.

"My brother ain't a lawman!"

The sharp female voice came from behind the bar as well, and Jane flashed a quick grin at John, who simply rolled his eyes. Douglas had managed to bring the Jezebel he'd been talking to over the bar with him when the shooting had started, but apparently she hadn't known about any of the other skirts he'd been chasing since they got into this jerkwater town. The place was barely big enough to merit its own saloon and post office, but Douglas had managed to find several women more than willing to step out with a handsome stranger. More incredibly, he'd somehow managed to keep that fact from each one of them.

The sharp sound of a slap punctuated a lull in the gunfire, and the Jezebel went flouncing away from the bar towards the stairs up to the bedrooms. When Douglas popped up to fire again, Jane could clearly see the outline of a hand and all five fingers on his cheek.

She whistled.

"Damn, but that's an arm on her! Shame she met you first, Doug, she mighta made a good member of the gang!"

Douglas dropped back behind the bar as three guns answered his shots.

"Oh fuck you, Jane."

"Not even in your dreams, Hale!" she called back as she took the opportunity to pop up and fire.

Five bodies were clearly visible on the dusty road outside the saloon. One of them had the stupid hat she'd seen the sheriff wearing; John had shot the man before he'd been forced to turn over the card table. The other four were other members of the posse; the fact they hadn't run when John shot the sheriff meant that someone else had to be holding 'em together.

Jane shot one of the other lawmen, his shiny badge drawing her eye to the rain barrel he'd been trying to stay behind. The next moment, a man in a fancy-looking black duster popped out from the corner of the water tower and yelled something she couldn't hear. The other posse members could, though, and a renewed hail of fire drove Jane back down behind her table.

"One in the fancy coat, over by the tower! He's the one holding the reins on these idiots!"

John didn't bother answering Jane's call, just stood up with a roar and started firing. He wasn't fast, but he was accurate; even as a bullet smashed into his shoulder, jerking him halfway around, the man in the fancy coat dropped with John's bullet in between his eyes.

"Let's get out of here!"

The panicked shout was music to Jane's ears as the three remaining posse members broke and ran, heading East and out of town quickly. She stood up and stretched the crick out of her back before brushing off the splinters and wood chips from her unfortunate table. John had already crossed the room and gotten Douglas by the front of his shirt, though the shorter man was attempting to reach around and put pressure on John's reddening shoulder.

"I swear to God ya idjit, can't be tellin' our after-heist plans to every light skirt and pretty face in ev'ry town we done come to! Why-"

"John, I understand that you are angry with me - and it is well within your right to be so, but perhaps we ought to-"

Jane tuned them both out as she walked to the front of the saloon - both the doors had been shot off, so there wasn't anything but a gaping hole in the front now - and put two fingers to her mouth. The earsplitting whistle that followed drew complaints from both men behind her, but more importantly drew out Batterbee, Lewis, and Lucke from where they'd been hiding in case things got too rough. The rest of the gang was back at camp, waiting for the all-clear that would mean they could come into town - a signal they wouldn't be getting, thanks to Douglas. They'd have to move on to the next town and try their luck there.

"John's been shot, one of y'all go find the town sawbones," she said, ignoring the complaints about her whistle coming from behind her.

Lewis turned away and walked off without another word; he was a strange man, silent but for the sneezing that gave him away at the worst times. If he wasn't so useful otherwise, John would've given him the boot years ago; as it stood, if you needed to know where something or someone was, Lewis was the man you'd go to. How he knew what he knew was the subject of much debate, but he refused to say and nobody'd figured it out yet.

Batterbee and Lucke headed for the horses Jane and the other two had tied up in front of the saloon. Batterbee was short and dressed like Yankee Doodle, in the latest fashions from New York - no matter how dirty or worn the clothes were by the time he got new ones to replace them. He was sharp as a tack and mean as a snake, but he respected the hell out of John and would stop his bullshit if the man told him to.

Lucke was almost the diametric opposite; he was tall and gangly, and was a friend to all and sundry. He was also one of the few people who'd put up with Batterbee's shit, and was therefore almost always the one to do so.

The two of them would get the horses ready for a quick getaway, once the sawbones had finished up with John. She nodded at them, and Lucke nodded back with a wide, gap-toothed grin.

Satisfied, Jane turned back to find that John had somehow managed to get Douglas in a headlock, and was threatening to drown him in a glass of whiskey. She snorted, and went to find a chair and a bottle to watch the show. They'd be fine; they always were.

#perception studio #the curse of belle river #deadlands #roleplaying game #help my brain is rotting and I don't think I'll be able to watch the finale live #short story

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meganuzlockediary · 8 months

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Gyms 5 and 6! Pokemon White

13th september

Ok Driftveil city time! Annoyingly I fail to catch a Solosis in either route 5 or 16 which was my target and it is a shame. I have instead a trubbish and a minnccino which is just a bit meh.

So disappointed I head over the bridge into driftveil. In the cold storage I do catch a Vannilish. I am heavily debating not using it because really there is no chance I will be able to beat Iris in Black and White 2 without an ice type and after using Mamoswine, Weavile and beartic I am actually running out of good options.

I am choosing to delay that decision for later.

So after beating up team plasma its Clay time and man this is gonna be fun.

I have a sun stone so evolve petilil at level 27 into a lilligant ready to learn the almighty quiver dance! After getting to the level cap I challenge Clay.

As predicited Lilligant destroys this. A sleep powder puts Krokorok to sleep allowing me to set up without getting any crunch defence drops. I go for 2 Quiver dances to get my speed above excadrill. Excadrill comes in immediately as expected. I miss a sleep powder as it uses hone claws but I hit the second one. Then its just 2hko with giga drain to remove what is normally a very scary pokemon. Finally is palpitoad which is an obvious win making Clay an excellent little stepping stone.

With that, I head to Route 6 and wait for a shaking grass to get one of my favourite pokemon in the games Emolga. Weirdly I have never used it in a play through but as an electric and flying type I want to have some fun with it. It's also the best place to use one as it is unobtainable in the later games.

Will be useful for skyla obviously.

Chargestone cave and Celestial tower are relatively painless even without a dark type! They are a good little training groound to set up for Skyla!

Skyla again is relatively painless! I start with my newly evolved Crustle! 2 rock slides do the job surprisingly I only take one heart stamp which does minimal damage. Swanna comes in next and fearing the water move I switch out to emolga... except I misclick and send in another new evolution Darmanitan! I fear for his life but luckily it just goes for aqua ring. Emolga is switched in on a bubblebeam taking a fair chunk of damage but 2 electroballs are all it takes to remove both Swanna and Unfezant!

Again a surprisingly painless battle. I'll be wiping to Ghetsis in no time!

Badges won: 86

Pokemon used: 189

Pokemon lost: 47

#pokemon #pkmn #nuzlocke #nuzlocke challenge #gen 5 #unova #pokemon nuzlocke #pokemon white

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My HeartGold Nuzlocke Attempt Part 1

Hullo. I recently started a Nuzlocke in Pokemon HeartGold and decided I wanted to chronicle it here. Hope you find it entertaining!

So let me establish what specific rules I'm running here:

I can only catch the first Pokemon I find per new location

If a Pokemon faints, it "dies" and I can't use it anymore. If all my Pokemon die, the run is over

I must nickname all my Pokemon to become attached to them

I'm allowing myself to use items to make things easier since I typically don't do Nuzlockes, but there will be no save scumming

The Nuzlocke doesn't actually begin until I get Pokeballs

And that's it. Anyway!

I start the game, pick the gorl because cute and go with the name Sparky. For my starter, I typically lean towards the water starters and I wanted to have something I'm more familiar with for this run since I don't do these often, so I go with Totodile and name him Pocky. Anyway, Elm wants me to talk to some dude on Route 30. On my way, some old man in Cherrygrove City is hopped up on crack or something and is sprinting around the town explaining to me that "you can buy stuff in shops!" and "water Pokemon like to live in water!" Yeah yeah, shut up, I know more than you. So I go do Elm's busy work, Professor Oak is there, but then Elm calls me to inform me he's getting his ass beat by a child and needs help. On the way back, I run into said child and he challenges me to a fight with the Chikorita he stole. I beat him and he runs off but drops his trainer card...somehow, so I catch a glimpse at his name. I get back to Elm and he's still crying about being beat up by a child and I tell the police that the kid's name...is "a bitch." This way, every time we run into each other, it'll say "a bitch wants to battle!" (very mature, I know).

Anyway, Ethan gives me the rundown on catching Pokemon that I just mash through because SHUT UP, I KNOW MORE THAN YOU! He gives me some balls and the Nuzlocke officially begins. It was 8pm irl, so the first Pokemon I run into was a Hoothoot. I love this bird. One of my favorite birds. Hell yeah I caught it. It was female, so I named it MeiMei (shout outs to Nanashi Mumei). Before moving on, I head over to Route 46 to try and build up my team a bit. I run into a Geodude which I wasn't expecting. Not my favorite, but I'll take it. Unfortunately, the only damaging attacks I had access to at the time were scratch, tackle, and...water gun. Naturally the normal type moves weren't doing a lot, so I try out water gun in the hopes that maybe it won't kill and I can get a catch. But apparently Pocky said "FUCK THIS GEODUDE IN PARTICULAR" and landed a critical hit on it...moving on...

The following morning, I headed toward Violet City and ran into a Ratata along the way that I affectionately named "DaGiantRat" (shout out to Jerma985). Before attempting the gym or Bellsprout Tower, I decided to catch some more Pokemon on Route 32 where I found a Mareep I named "Marshmallo" (character limit heh) and the Ruins of Alph (take a wild guess what I caught there)...I named my Unown "B" because...it was a B. Anyway, I go to grind my team so they hopefully won't die, but apparently B's hidden power was not very effective against the wild Bellsprout nearby...so the Bellsprout smelt weakness. B ended up dying to a critical hit vine whip...shame... While grinding, MeiMei learned peck and Marshmallo learned thunder shock which made short work of the trainers with Bellsprout and Hoothoot in the Bellsprout Tower (kinda misleading name when the trainers...also have Hoothoot there) and I decided I'm ready for Falkner. He's a flying type gym leader, so Marshmallo was the one taking point and she ended up sweeping the entire gym. First badge down and we've lost...nothing worthwhile...

Anyway, this is where I stopped. I plan on playing more since I've never actually finished a Nuzlocke, so maybe I'll make a part 2 for this. Thanks for reading :)

#pokemon #pokemon heartgold #nuzlocke #attempt

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deleteddewewted · 3 years

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I hope this Isn’t too much, but can you do some bottom Monoma Headcanon’s? Btw love your work!

Awww thank you! And of course, I’d never miss a chance to have some bottom Monoma.

Monoma As a Bottom

Pro Hero! Monoma x Gn! Reader

Minors DNI

NSFW

W: Top Reader, Sub Monoma, Dom Reader, Degradation, Praise, NSFW

Monoma has a really huge need to get fucked it's not even funny.

Always clinging to you, rubbing his covered sex on your ass.

"So when can our next "study date" be?" Study dates where your guys is cover up for when you wanted to fuck.

He always asked for them and you tried to give him what he wanted.

He would ask every. single. day.

"Monoma, I can't keep fucking you every day. You need a break and so do I." Gets pouty with you but understands that your own sex drive might not be as high as his own.

You both weren't a couple but the two of you would look for each other often after graduating UA and starting college.

You went to UA together but you had nothing going on back then.

He was just another student that you happen to interact with from time to time because you were friends with Kendo.

Monoma was a pro hero now, so he didn't trust just anyone to fuck him.

At most he'd have 3 separate people, you included, that could help him get off and move on with his day.

Honestly, he prefers you out of all of his partners because of how much you understand his wants and needs.

Rough. Be rough with him.

Please choke him while you're fucking. Leave marks and hickeys all over him.

He will wear them like a badge of honor.

"You dirty slut Monoma. Taking all of this so well." Loves being degraded but you also can't forget the praise.

Loves to be tied up.

Loosing control just does it for him. He's an all powerful pro hero yet he wouldn't hesitate to get on his knees for you and become defenseless.

Is a really load moaner.

He moaned like a pornstar the first few times you both fucked.

It was mostly to give off the idea that he wasn't a total virgin and you totally were not his first.

You asked him to stop pretending that you were rearranging his insides. He stopped faking his moans and moaned like he would normally.

Which was still loud but sounded better?

It sounded like he was genuinely enjoying it and he would hiccup even if you weren't doing something to intense.

"Pleaaaase Y/nnnn. Giv- gic mmmmmoree." A beggar but bratty.

If he isn't all that tired he will get bratty with you.

This usually happens after a big mission and the adrenaline is still flowing through him.

He challenges you in bed all the time.

"C-come on! Do more Y/n! Oh, you can't? Thats what- aAAAH!"

He needs to get it all out, so what better way then having you fuck him stupid till he's a shaking gasping mess underneath you.

That was a very pretty sight.

Take pictures of him post or during his orgasm.

He says he doesn't want you to do that because its embarrassing, which it is for him, but he really likes the idea that you have such intimate photos of him.

Makes him hot and bothered.

Likes knowing you look at them when you masturbate.

Monoma little by little brought up the fact that he was giving up on his other partners and you simply believed that he would drop you too.

He doesn't, instead he becomes exclusive with you but doesn't ask you for exclusivity back.

Has no issue with you seeing other people in a non romantic manner.

As long as you keep fucking him, he was no problems.

If you want to be exclusive with him, tell him upfront. He gets confused if you aren't forward with him.

Likes being experimental in the bedroom so he buys a lot of new toys for you both to try out.

Doesn't matter what you do, the new additions in the bedroom are always second rank when you're the one taking care of him.

Remember that part about him rubbing against you?

Humping is a normal occurrence with him.

He humps you, your leg, face (when your giving him a blowjob), your own sex, and your stomach when he's riding.

He's a like a dog at times, so you'll treat him like one.

Run your hand threw his hair.

His scalp is sensitive so its intense and pleasurable for him.

Which also means that pulling on his hair is a bit painful but he loves it.

On the days he just wants something gentle, indulge him.

Still so obedient and pretty under you begging for more.

"Please Y/n. M-make me fe-el good hic." Voice so sweet and soft for you.

In the end, Monoma loves to be held by you. He also loves holding you back.

It was one of his favorite things to do after sex and it was why he asked you for "study dates" all the time.

He wanted to be close to you and he thought that sex was the only way to achieve that.

He gets up the next day and looks at how many new splotches of color he has on his body.

Gets exited when he sees 20, anything below that upsets him and he will ask you to add more till he gets his favorite number.

He acts like you didn't just fuck him into a puddle a few hours before work. So dont be surprised if he shows up at the agency with shaking legs and incapable of sitting down normally.

Has teased you at work before by showing off the buttplug he has on threw his pants. How does he do this? Streching his tight pants out so that it hugs his ass tightly, you can barely see the outline.

Everyone knows that Monoma and you fuck.

Why?

Cause he tells them!

He has no shame and mostly does it so people have it clear that you're his.

He leaves 3 buttons on his shirt open so that the hickeys are out for the world to see and gets all flustered when people ask about them.

Talks way to much about what you two do in the bedroom. At this point Kendo could tell you every position, kink, dynamic, and place you've done it.

Gets really soft when you kiss him. So kiss him.

Want him to stop talking, kiss.

He shuts up and watches you patiently, waiting for more kisses.

Has this gloss in his eyes after the deed.

You fucked him out of reality so he needs time to recover and come back.

Would and will be a power bottom if he's angry. Overall prefers to be taken care of but beware of his mood.

Thats the only warning you're getting.

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bowdawn · 2 years

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almost ready (and yet completely there)

Lily seeing her very sweaty boyfriend after a Quiddich win makes her form a plan on the spot.

NSFW below

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The pitch goes insane with the Gryffindors cheers. The first game of the season, the classic Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, ending with a score that would shame old' Salazar in his grave.

Lily herself is clapping as hard as she can, rushing forward, flashing her head girl badge, just so she could cross the stands and throw her arms into her very happy and sweaty boyfriend.

Her congratulations are eaten by the crowd around them, yet James smiles down at her, arms firmly around her waist and lifting her for a kiss.

They've been doing that a lot for quite some time, not that Lily minds at all. She has to remind herself they're amongst the whole school to not wrap her legs around James' waist to kindle the fire that now burns constantly inside her.

"Don't go to the showers." She whispers between kisses. James' gaze is smolten and his lips are full and red, and Lily makes an effort to not clench her tights.

"I'm sweaty and I smell." And even as he says it - grin plastered on his lips - Lily feels like giving into her desires to jump on his arms for real.

Instead she pecks him, not resisting anymore her desires and forming a plan on the spot. "No, you're perfect. Go congratulate your team, do whatever Captain speech you need to do, then find an excuse and meet me at your dorm."

To his credit, his expression remains reasonable. He doesn't have the time to say anything before Sirius comes forward, lurching on James' shoulders and talking about girlfriends' time management or whatever he is on about this time.

Lily pecks James one more time before making her way with the rest of her friends to their common room.

The party doesn't take long to start, not after Remus and Peter bring forward the boxes of butterbeer and firewhiskey the marauders always stack.

Amidst of her feelings, Lily congratulates herself for her self-control. She talks softly with the girls for almost an hour as she waits for James to first come back with the team, and then disentangle himself from the rest of their house.

She hears him coming from behind, nuzzling her neck and despite being together a few months already, she still blushes and Mary and Sophie both giggle.

"I'm going to shower real quick, but do you mind doing a report for me? I found Avery hexing a first year again." Her stomach drops in annoyance and nods her head. Damn head duties ruining her plan.

"Alright." She tries to hide the disappointment of her voice but her friends' glances are pitiful. "It shouldn't take long, girls. See you in a bit."

James only gathers her hand, instantly lacing their fingers and leading them up the head dorm's stairs. Each step feels like she is dragging herself through a mud field until James doesn't let go of her hand as he turns for his room.

"James?"

"You said, find an excuse and meet me at the dorms. Seeing you're not at the dorms, I made both of us an excuse." His smile is full of mischief and Lily has to bite her lips, the fire from earlier igniting at once.

"Good. So no report required?"

"Not one."

Nodding, she pushes forward, dragging his very willing body with her, making no ceremony as she opens his door, pushing him inside the room and locking it with a spell, throwing a silence charm with it.

James finds his place again on her neck, brushing his fingers through her hair and finally Lily moans as she wants. This is not new to them, heavy snog sessions in each other's secluded rooms.

(She is sure that either McGonagall's trust in both of them is too high or she just decided to give them a final push to end the incessantly flirting from their previous term).

And despite the new-found privacy, they've never done anything more than heavy kisses and hands playing with each other. Lily is not ready to go the last step, she is not in a rush. Not with James. She wants to enjoy him as much as she can, discovering and learning the things that drive each insane with a proud ease, and James is only happy to tag along.

Somehow she manages to push his body to fall on his bed - transfigured into a queen size in their first week - and she laughs as he squeals, not at all expecting this move of her.

Her eyes travel around him, taking in his dishevelled hair, his red cheeks, swollen lips, crooked glasses, his heavy breathing, his still sweaty skin - uniform clinging to it - and the bulge in his trousers.

James makes to sit and take off his quidditch sweater but Lily takes his hands. "No, leave them on."

"Lils?" He sounds like he is not sure of what he is asking, and Lily is not sure of what to answer. Instead she climbs on his lap, right on top of his erection. James' head falls back to the mattress, hands resting on her exposed tights - thanks to her very new short skirt - groaning between his lips.

"I thought we could have a bit of fun today." She moves her hips back and forward, testing her grounds. She doesn't really have any idea how to do whatever she is attempting and she is glad James' just as clueless but just as curious to find out.

"Fun, yeah?" He is having a hard time breathing and Lily spreads her legs a little bit more, earning a full own groan out of her boyfriend.

"I mean," She herself is having a hard time breathing. "If that's alrigh-"

"More than alright." He is quick to add and if this is any other situation she would have chuckled at his desperation, instead she can only moan, keeping a slow pace on her hips.

Her hands move to the rest of his chest, the same time his travels to grab on her arse and he actually hisses when he finds it completely bare. "You wicked wrench."

"Thought you might like it." Lily tries to open her eyes and give him a wink but the pressure between them is too good for her to do anything but move.

"Did you watch the game withou-"

"James." Her hands fly to his mouth, shushing him. "Not now. But no. I took my knickers when we came back to the tower." He slowly takes hold of her hand, and prying her fingers, and licking two of them, with the most lustful eyes he has ever given her. "Fuck." Her moan leaves as a whisper and she can feel a different tension building inside her.

His hand goes back to grab her arse, hard, almost painful this time, and together they move her hips up and down into a constant pace that only takes the breath out of their lungs and James is almost growling with pleasure.

Lily's fingers take hold out of his hair, as her body slumbers over his chest, James taking over on her frantic movement, even as her legs start to cramp. She knows it will take a while to get used to some new positions, as she has learnt so far and from what Marlene has told her.

James, her ever perfect boyfriend, doesn't seem to mind. Somehow his cock feels even bigger than before, and James moves his hips just a bit, taking Lily with him, and suddenly their alignment is perfect, she can feel exactly his every shape. Can feel the twitches his erection is making as they move and Lily lets her head fall on his neck.

His lips turn to her, and their tongues are messy and neither can concentrate on it. James moves one of his hands up, holding her waist, while the other still holds her arse tight, even more so.

The fire from before feels like nothing as it is now. Her low belly starts to contract, sending her little sparks up and down her body, yet no orgasm is coming. Grabbing on the sides of his head, Lily perks her body up just a bit and she starts to move her hips in circles, just as James keeps moving her up and down his cock.

"Fuck, Lils." He closes his eyes tight and she knows he is so close. She tries to find her own climax but can't seem to be quite there. Her moaning turns into a frustrated groan and James' eyes fly open.

Not that she cares at the moment. Instead she throws her head back, cursing in murmurs as she builds speed up and spreads her legs even more, trying to reach elysium.

James' hands suddenly take hold on her hips. "What do you need, Lils?" She shakes her head, not knowing exactly what is missing. Instead James pushes her hip down, her clit impossibly closer to his cock. It's enough and she gasps.

He takes over again, mimicking her speed, yet much faster than she was managing. She can feel her own wetness in his trousers and when Lily opens her eyes, she can see her boyfriend's face pitched in concentration, holding his own release.

Somehow it only makes her hornier and she once again falls down his chest, kissing him hard only for a second. "I wanna feel you come under me, James."

"Fuck." His hands take her forward right on the top of the head of his cock and Lily starts to move along while James' pressures her hip down. "You first." He says it as a curse as he still moves them along and manages to trust his hip up and down. She can feel the very bulge of it, and the extra texture makes her yell a moan as her body finally sags with her orgasm.

Lily doesn't know how long it passes as she lays down on James' body, with tingling limbs, blurry vision and hymn rigging in her ears. She comes back to James caressing her long hair, and kissing the crown of her head softly.

She stubbornly remains longer the way she is, until the heat is too much and she slides off his body. "Hi." Her cheeks burn, somehow back to shyness.

"Hi." James' body turns to the side and Lily's eyes land on his very wet and cum stained crotch. When she is looking back at his face, her boyfriend is grinning like the Cheshire cat. Surprisingly, Lily finds that she doesn't care. "Was it the uniform then?" He asks her after a time.

Lily only lays down next to him, threading their fingers once more. "And the sweat. I kept imagining how you would look under me like that."

James is thoughtful for a long time, nodding. "Good to know. I will take notes."

She rolls her eyes. "Do not abuse this knowledge."

"Marauder's honour." And she pushes him even as he says it.

Suddenly someone is at the door, pounding at it. "Oi, James! Get out of there with Red, you two can shag after the party!"

Lily laughs, knowing that somehow their friends would know better than their poor excuse. Still, James yells. "Fuck off, Padfoot!"

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pinkrelish · 2 years

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Thank you for all of your showstoping obito content that you put out. I’ve never been able to read long bits of writing but somthing about your stories just grabs my attention so well<3

May I ask for a crumb of obito content with a reader who is a little quiet and angsty (maybe a lil rebel babe)?

I wish this new year treats you well because you deserve it :)

a/n: this plot got away from me but i hope you still like it lmaoooo love uuuu 💕

SFW: fem!reader, office au, rivals to lovers, miscommunication trope

Words: 7k

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You had been working at your company for two years and things were going well. You were up for a promotion, the break room had better vending machines than your last office, and your coworkers were leagues more tolerable than the last people you worked with.. Except for one.

You were at your desk typing up a report due tomorrow at noon, eyeing the clock flickering over to a new hour, and panicking. You arrived at the office thirty minutes early to give yourself a generous headstart and still feared running out of time.

The door beeped as someone slid their badge into the lock and opened it. You waited on bated breath for his voice. Bunched your shoulders anticipating his overly friendly squeeze on your arm. Pinched your face in disgust picturing how he would walk in here all relaxed and nonchalant while you were stressed beyond belief.

Instead, Konan walked in, smiling at you. "Good luck," she whispered as she sat across from you in her cubicle. She gave you a thumbs up over her computer monitor and you returned it.

"I'll need it." You gave her a knowing look.

"Has he seriously not finished his half?"

"No, no," you said, keeping your voice low and scanning the area for your partner in question. Leaning towards her, shame hot on your neck as you bitched about him despite being the one running behind. "He finished two days ago, it's just-"

"You ladies talkin' about me?"

Of course. You should've known. He had a knack appearing at the most inopportune moments.

Obito snickered at your flustered state, amused at your little gasp as you sat up straight in your chair, wide eyes on your screen, clicking literally anything to appear busy, furthering your mortified expression when you deleted an important email on accident.

"Thought so."

You didn't need to turn around to know he was speaking to you with his dumb lopsided grin. Growing especially wicked when he curled the end of your ponytail around his finger and tugged ever so gently--just enough to piss you off--before letting it loose, and sitting at his desk. Diagonally from yours. With his annoying face perfectly in your field of vision at all times.

“I’m asking the boss for higher cubicle walls,” you mumbled to yourself, hunching so he couldn’t see you.

It never ceased to frustrate you how it seemed Obito goofed off at work all day, and yet, finished his half of your project before you. You were sure he managed to do it on purpose just to rub it in your face. Using his free time to go out of his way to aggravate you.

All you wanted was an espresso from the fancy coffee machine in the break room, but no. Not when Obito was around.

"Would you move," you grunted, stepping to the left.

"What's the magic word?" he taunted, stepping to his right. Openly laughing at you when you ducked to go the other way and he spread his arms in the doorway to block you.

You put an end to your little dance. You shoved your glasses up your nose and glared at him with all the threatening energy you could summon having roughly three hours of sleep. "If you don't let me get my coffee, I'll-"

"Coffee, hm? Like this espresso drink here?" He dropped his arms and grabbed the to-go cup from one of the round tables everyone used to eat lunch at. He held the drink out for you to take and you scoffed.

"Isn't that yours?"

"Nope."

"Poisoned then?"

"Nope."

Your upper lip sneered in disgust. "Then what's wrong with it?"

Obito considered the cup in his hand and shrugged. “Nothing. It’s two shots with soy milk and one packet of raw sugar, like you like it.”

Skeptical, you snatched it from his hand and peered into the small hole in the lid, closing one eye and swirling the liquid around. Putting it to your nose and smelling it. Inspecting it for evidence of him tampering with it, or tasting it.

Satisfied, you maintained eye contact and took a sip. “Tastes normal.”

“See? Told you.” The scars on his cheek stretched with his smile. Healed gashes of smooth skin from an accident in his youth he never elaborated on. The hand he slipped into his pocket matched; catching you staring at vulnerable parts of him. He moved past you to go back to his desk. “Did you know you get coffee at the same time everyday?” he called over his shoulder.

You sipped. Blinking at where he once stood in front of you. Mulling over his question. “Okay, stalker.”

~~~

You waited outside your boss’ office twisting your fingers into a representation of the knots in your stomach. Obito shifted his weight from foot to foot beside you, humming something, staring off into space. Ignoring you. At least, that’s how it appeared.

“Don’t worry so much,” he said, voice quiet and raspy. A hoarseness unique to him.

You sighed and shook your head. In a rare moment of sleep deprivation, you let your walls slip and confided in him. “I was up so late trying to solve that last problem. I crunched the numbers over and over again to make it work and, ugh-” You slid your eyes shut. “I don’t think I did a good job. Fuck.” Your promotion was toast.

He checked the buttons on his blazer, fixed the cuffs. Assured you, “I’m sure you did perfect. You’re you, afterall.”

“What does that mean?”

The door opened before he could answer. Your boss ushered you in to stand at his desk while he laced his fingers and had trouble discerning where he should begin. You may not be an expert in reading body language, but his disappointment was evident, making your failure palpable.

“Well,” your boss drawled. “I appreciate aspects of your proposition, but for having my two best employees working on a project together, I gotta say, having an entire spreadsheet formatted like this, and not even having the cells calculated correctly is not how I envisioned this going. This client was very important and now I’ll have to..” He continued to point out flaws and how to fix them. Your mistakes. Only yours. Unknowingly complimenting Obito’s half of the work and crushing your dreams of a promotion.

Your blood ran cold. Your heart seized, dropped to your stomach, and plummeted to the floor. Preparing yourself to take the fall and admit all the problems with the project were yours.

“Who did these parts of the project?” your boss scoffed, not believing either of you could’ve messed up this badly.

You drew in a breath.

“I did, sir.”

You whipped your head at Obito. Mouth hung open.

“I’m the one who messed up the spreadsheet. I’ll be sure to do better next time.”

“Make sure it doesn’t happen again, Mr. Uchiha. You two are dismissed. I expected much more from you two. And you,” he addressed you, “You’ll hear from me by the end of the month regarding your promotion.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

Obito held the door open for you and closed it behind him. He followed you down the narrow hall until you whirled around on him, stopping him mid-step from running into you.

“Why did you do that?” you whispered harsher than you meant to.

“I hate wearing these,” he said, unbuttoning his blazer and shrugging it off. Folding it over his arm. Lifting his half-lidded eyes to meet yours, smothering any emotion from his face except for the subtle raise of his brows. “Hm?”

“Why did you..?” Stand up for me? Volunteer to take the brunt of your boss’ harsh criticisms knowing you didn’t deserve them?

“Because I know this wasn’t the norm. You let the stress get to you, with your neck on the line like that.” His gaze roamed your face. Slow and precise, as if absorbing your features to memorize them. “Maybe you can make it up to me sometime.”

You knew at that moment you must’ve been sick in head, because you genuinely considered kissing the ground he walked on. “Thank you, Obito.”

“It’s whatever,” he shrugged. It was nothing to him. And that was all the more infuriating.

~~~

The next day you made yourself as small as possible. Curling over your keyboard, pretending to squint at the screen like you were in the middle of something, drumming up excuses to leave the room when Obito glanced at you from over his cubicle wall.

Itching to get away from his presence, you meandered in the break room, reading over every single candybar in the vending machine as if you had any interest in them besides your favorite.

“So,” Kakashi started and you yelped, grabbing your chest and uttering a few choice words at him. “Sorry,” he sang, cheesing under his face mask. “I heard what Obito did for you–”

“He told you?”

“Eh, he tells me everything. We’re friends.”

Justifiably embarrassed at your own incompetence being shared around the office, you narrowed your eyes at Kakashi. “You were saying?”

He turned his attention towards the ceiling in search of his reason for ambushing you. “Ah, right, I remember..” he trailed off again and you were starting to lose your patience. Kakashi doubled over and placed his elbow on the counter beside the long-forgotten coffee pot, planting his cheek in his palm while facing you, trying hard to convey his innocence before you smacked him. “You know, both you and Obito have been single since you started working here. Have you thought about taking him out to dinner to thank him?”

“My God, I’m quitting and moving across the damn country to get away from you two.” You hightailed it back to your desk, which did not prove to be a better alternative than being stuck in the break room with Kakashi hounding you about your love life.

Obito was at his desk answering a phone call. Leaned back in his chair. Legs straight out, crossed at the ankle. Arm thrown across his messy back hair to block the fluorescent lights from his charcoal gray eyes, closing as he laughed at a joke the person on the other end of the line told. His tie divided the length of his chest; today it was navy blue with a repeating pattern of orange squares as big as your pinky nail. He erupted in another laugh, straining the buttons of his white shirt across his chest, pulling at the creases where it was tucked into his slacks..

Your eyes snapped back to his face. His smile was easy. Care-free. And directed at you.

The corners of his mouth carved themselves wry. His teeth gleamed.

He winked at you. Answered the client’s question with poise while your knees buckled. Continued to best you when you lost your nerve.

You sank to your chair, staring holes into your screen, listening to him win over the wealthiest client the company has contact with, solidifying another fortuitous deal all due to his charm.

~~~

Konan sat next to you at the round table. She pried the lid off her salad and mixed in the dressing, shoveling it around with her fork before digging in and talking to you with her mouth full. “How’d your last Tindr date go?”

You answered around the sandwich in your mouth. “Awful. I knew in the first ten seconds it was a wash. He was so fucking boring and only talked about himself.”

“You’re so picky. What’re you looking for in a guy anyway?”

“At this point I’d settle for anyone who’s nice and doesn’t stare at my chest the entire time.”

“Yeah, your boobs aren’t even that impressive.”

“Shut up,” you seethed.

Outside the break room, Obito pushed himself off the wall and returned to his desk.

~~~

Days later, you arrived–at most–two minutes late. And yet, there he was. At your desk. Messing with your things.

“Obito,” you hissed, shaking the backrest of your chair, glaring at the man using your computer instead of his. “Sit at your own desk, you–”

Obito cut you off with a smile you loathed. The one he knew softened you around the edges while simultaneously ruffling your feathers. “I was just finishing up here.” He stabbed a few keys and smacked the enter button, grinning at you.

“Whatever, idiot. Out. Go. Leave.” You shooed him and slung your purse over the back of your chair. He swiped your stack of pastel pink sticky notes and slipped them into his pocket. You didn’t have the emotional capacity to argue with him more.

“Your perfume is nice,” he said. You shot him a look. “It’s different, isn’t it?”

It was, but you weren’t about to entertain the idea of him noticing details about you like that.

“Bye,” you stated. You wiggled around him and sat in your own chair, adjusting the height and pulling your keyboard to you, reaching for the mouse and opening a document while he watched you. Unnervingly close. “Can I help you?”

You could feel his stare, see the way his head tilted and his face went lax as he mulled something over. “No, I guess not.” He walked around the cubicles and sat at his desk, eyes moving back and forth like he was reading something on his screen, but they held a certain saddened gloss over them.

Shaking off the weird twinge of empathy throbbing in your chest, you glanced around your desk to see what else his little mischievous hands disorganized and exhaled, exhausted. It was just like him to leave trash in his wake. You picked up your waste paper basket and began sweeping in an excess amount of candy wrappers and balled bits of paper, when a certain foiled paper from a stick of gum caught your eye–folded suspiciously in the shape of a heart.

Huffing, you threw it away, wondering how one man produced so much garbage in such a short span of time.

Reaching for the last item that was not yours on your desk, you realized one of the candy bar wrappers wasn’t empty. “Hey, Obito, is this yours?” You waved it at him over the cubicle wall. However, he had his back turned to you. Nodding at something Kakashi said while dialing a phone number and holding the receiver to his ear.

Quietly, you gave up trying to get his attention and dropped your hand. Languishing it in your lap, turning the candy bar over and over in thought, debating the kind gesture. If he even left it on purpose. He could’ve forgotten to retrieve it amidst all his mess.

But it was your favorite candy bar, and you hated the spark of delight warming your body when you considered the idea of him leaving it there on purpose.

~~~

Subtle, you were not.

This was your third time in the break room. Standing up every time Obito did and rushing there before him, only to end up there alone because he was getting up to socialize or go to the restroom.

So, here you were, making your usual afternoon coffee. By yourself. Sulking.

Until he came in.

Obito wandered in to toss a water bottle in the recycling and leave. Keeping his head down. Avoiding eye contact, his gaze steady on the floor, hiking his leather satchel higher on his shoulder.

You stopped him before he left the doorway, “Hey, do you want a coffee?” Your voice was too airy, too high pitched to sound natural; making your good deed obvious.

“I’m, uh,” he stalled, running a hand through his hair. “I was about to go meet a client for a late lunch.”

“O-Oh.” An awkward silence hung between you. One where you squirmed, rocking on your feet, brain working in overdrive and not producing a solution to get you out of this cringe-inducing moment that will surely haunt you every night for the rest of your life. One where he stared at you, eyes wide. Hopeful.

“But I can drink it on the way there,” he offered.

You were almost certain it wasn’t the first time you smiled at him, but judging by his reaction, it was a rarity when aimed at him.

Removing your lukewarm cup of coffee from under the spout, you replaced it and pressed buttons on the machine. His footsteps echoed in the small room. Watching the black coffee drip into the cup and you shuffle to the side, getting his creamer out from the fridge and lining up four packets of white sugar. The machine beeped twice. You took the cup and mixed in the creamer until the drink was blonde and dumped in the packets, stirring and placing a cardboard sleeve and lid on it.

“Here,” you said, holding out for him to take, pointedly looking at the coffee cup and not a smidge higher. Not wanting to know if he was smirking at you with snark on his tongue, or smiling at you with genuine appreciation for knowing how he liked his coffee.

“Thanks.” His fingers grazed yours. His rough fingertips over your knuckles; calluses from working out brushing your soft skin. Touching you despite you handling the drink in a way to avoid any clumsy touching in the trade off from your hands to his.

Obito checked his watch. “I’ve gotta get going.”

For a man who had somewhere to be, he wasn’t in a hurry. You dared meet his eyes, and had to remind yourself to breathe. He wasn’t smiling, nor was he smirking. Even better, he regarded you with a sweet glint in his stare, and a tender lift of the scarred side of his mouth.

“You should get going,” you reminded him after he didn’t move.

“Yeah.” He curled the coffee to his chest, nodded at you. “Bye.” He said it so gently. Quiet. Not obnoxious like he usually would, with an additional pinch on your forearm or grandiose wave to embarrass you.

“Bye.”

You counted a full minute before you gained the confidence to leave the breakroom, expecting your coworkers to turn their gossipy, sly grins at you, but you were met with–well–nothing. The cubicles were empty. You remembered overhearing Gai talk about clocking out early, and Kakashi was out sick, but you figured someone would’ve been out here to tease you about how long you were in there alone with Obito.

Maybe today was your lucky day.

You sat at your desk. Slouched at your desk. Slumped at your desk. Slammed your forehead on your desk.

“This is so boring.” As you said this, your eyes were trained on the space over the cubicle wall diagonal from yours.

You turned desperate for entertainment.

Finding an errant pen in your mug of writing utensils, you swore it belonged to Konan and found yourself idling in front of her desk in the blink of an eye. You returned the pen to her and stood there. Perhaps leaning over to sneak a peek at Obito’s desk. You’d never seen it before since he was against the wall and you never had an excuse to walk on this side of the cubicles.

Two seconds; that’s how long your morals lasted. You slid his chair out and sank into it, scooting forward to rest your arms across his desk. Dragging your shoes on the carpet, feet not touching the ground since he was much taller than you. For a while you just sat there with the low hum of the air conditioner keeping you company.

His desk was relatively tidy and, impressively enough, lacked crumbs. The fabric covered walls were decorated, unlike yours. He had a little plant in the corner. His pen cup was a mug with a sports team logo on it.

It was like being in a different world by changing your seat. It almost felt like you were.. closer to him. Sitting where he sat. Enveloped by the scent of his cologne. The artificial warmth of his chair cradling you like a hug. Hovering your fingers over his keyboard, worn and missing letters on the ones he used most often. His chair. His things. His decorations.

On closer investigation the walls of his cubicle were lined in photos. Many of them were of him and Kakashi, or group photos of all of you at work events. Directly to your left was one in particular you remembered. Your boss made you and your new coworkers gather round to commiserate the office’s opening; you were in the center, a sour expression on your face because Obito was using you as a place to rest his arm, leaning on you and smiling wide for the camera.

The photo to the side of his monitor was of you and Konan sitting on a blanket in the grass at an employee picnic. She was whispering something in your ear and pointing at the camera. You were smiling; not the type of thousand-watt smile worthy of being on display in someone’s cubicle, but here it was nonetheless. The only odd thing about it was that Obito was pictured in the background on his own blanket. Someone else had taken the picture and now he owned it.

You scanned the rest of the photos. There was a common theme.

You.

The ones of him and Kakashi were outnumbered. The ones featuring other coworkers were conveniently overlapping, covering their faces, but not yours.

“A coincidence. He just ran out of room..”

Your hypothesis fell flat when your gaze drifted beyond the cubicle walls to where you would normally be sitting, imagining yourself there, ignoring him. Below the wall was another photo of you. Just you, from almost the same angle. Glaring at him over the cubicle wall.

“Fuck,” you muttered, pushing yourself away from his desk, face hot with–every emotion.

As you stood, you noticed your stack of pastel pink sticky notes and went to snatch them from his desk. But stopped. Trembling fingers hovered over them.

The top note was written on.

It was Konan’s name. Under it, her personal number. Under that, a heart.

It was her number, you didn’t need to check. It wasn’t her handwriting, it was his. His heart he drew under her name and her phone number.

You checked the photos lining his walls again. While there were more of you, there were plenty of her, too. You looked around the empty office.

Today was not your lucky day.

They were on a secret date.

~~~

You didn’t know why you cared so much. You really shouldn’t have. You took too long, and now he rejected you. Moved on.

Still, the way they entered through the door together, snickering. Smiling openly like you wished you could. Chests tittering in laughs. Holding their stomachs, and touching each other's arms. Sharing a knowing glance and smothering their blissful grins behind their hands as they sat across from you; you had never felt more alone, unwanted, and excluded.

~~~

The next day was no better.

Konan peeked over her monitor. “Did you get it?” Across the cubical wall, Obito listened intently.

“No, I didn’t,” you said, fatigued from feeling anything anymore. “I didn’t get the promotion.”

~~~

Word traveled fast. You’d been picking at your lunch in the breakroom for mere minutes when a fleet of busy bodies filed in and Konan massaged the tense muscles lining your spine while Genma patted your hand–though, he paled and jerked it away when he made eye contact with the hardened stare of someone above you.

“We should go out for drinks tonight,” Konan cooed in your ear. “I know, I know, not to celebrate, but hey, being drunk’ll make it easier to forget.”

You didn’t need to look up to know Obito was there. His cologne was an easy tell, along with the familiar shuffle of his feet. An unfortunate aspect you regretted growing accustomed to in effort to detect when he was sneaking up behind you to scare you. You surrendered, “Sure. Yeah.”

“Awesome! We’ll go to the usual bar down the street.”

In the reflection of the microwave you saw his distorted face smile at her, and her at him.

It was so easy for them.

~~~

Outside the office building, you waited on the sidewalk with the rest of your coworkers until the last few made it out of the elevator and you started towards the bar together. However, one by one, they conjured excuses to veer off in other directions. Genma had an errand to run, Asuma swore he left his stove on, Shizune had to make soup for orphaned kids or something–she expelled her spiel so quickly, it was all gibberish. Ino dragged Sai by his arm after communicating with him through rapid blinks and death glares; “Remember we had that thing to do tonight?” Ino asked, to which Sai replied, “Huh? What thing?” Konan cleared her throat aggressively. “Oh! That thing!”

That left you, Obito, and Konan walking towards the bar.

Konan was in the lead, talking enough for the three of you. Obito hung around your side, but you weren’t paying attention to what she was saying, far too preoccupied keeping your unease at bay. Trying to not wring the uncomfortable tension from your neck. Guarding your face from spilling your secrets as you passed by windows and had your heart broken pane by pane. Watching him laugh, watching him make her laugh.

“Oh, shit.” Konan patted down her jacket and forced an apologetic smile to the doorman before turning to you and Obito. “Forgot my wallet at the office. I’ll just head back and get it!” She put her Track and Field scholarship to good use; the woman was half a block away by the end of her sentence.

“Uh, well. Should we wait for her?” You looked to Obito for further guidance, but he was showing his ID to the doorman, so you did the same.

Once inside the bar you were immediately bombarded by yelling, accosted by bodies knocking you around as people cheered at TV screens plastered to every surface. A man with a large build screamed something incoherent at the slow motion replay. He swung his arms wildly, gesticulating his anger in ways that endangered you and your ability to see.

“Gah!” You grappled with your glasses before they were flung off your face. Obito noticed your size-related predicament and placed his firm hand on the small of your back, escorting you to the bar; a swift apology on his lips you couldn’t hear.

Obito wedged himself between two people and got the bartender’s attention. He ordered, and seeing how you had difficulty being heard above the ruckus, he rocked you into his body, pushing you in front of him. His palm, fingers spread across your skin. Strong. Safe.

“I’ll have the same as him,” you shouted to the bartender.

While she fixed your mystery drink, Obito rattled you. “Look! Those people over there are leaving. Grab their booth before someone else does.” He was everywhere. His lips tickled the shell of your ear. His breath coasted goosebumps down your neck. His hand moved from your lower back, and you missed having it there, but it was replaced by his stomach, his chest slotting into the lonely places curved to fit him–it was heaven, it was hell.

Praising the break away from him, you rushed to the table and scooted along the round booth seat to the middle position, leaving him room to sit on either side of you without touching.

Of course, he soon came over with your pint of beer and sat next to you. As close as possible. Laying his arm across the back of the seat, eyes on the screen. Casual, nonchalant; like this was a recurrence. A date night.

With that thought, reality reminded you that this was very much not a date.

“Should we order for Konan?”

“Nah,” he said, lifting his pint with a single hand to his lips and taking a sip. Releasing a pleasurable “ah” after swallowing. Bicep bulging under the sleeve of his work shirt. Adam’s apple plunging and climbing. Stippled facial hair highlighted under your studious gaze. Plummeting your rational senses and spiking your heart rate.

You grasped your pint with two hands and leaned into the cushion–hyper aware of his arm relaxing across the back of the booth. Particularly, the warm crook of his elbow at your nape.

He made it worse. He crossed his legs. In your periphery you could see much. Too much. A peek of his ankle. The taut fabric of his slacks stretched across his thighs. The protrusion of his wallet. More, if you were willing to ogle like a degenerate.

He wrung his mouth at something on the TV. Licked his lips.

Cuddled together in a booth like a couple; you could see, hear, feel all of him.

Getting drunk was certainly the only way you’d get through this night.

Obito laughed at you drinking like a fish far out of her water. “Need another one?” You shuddered at the bitterness blanketing your tongue and nodded. He laughed at you again and wove through the crowd to get you a second hoppy beer. “Sorry it’s so busy today. I usually watch the game at home and forgot it’d be this crazy.”

Squinting at the TV, you did your best to ignore his arm asserting itself around the shelf of your shoulders, touching you more than it was previously, and read the score on the bottom of the screen. “Basketball?”

“Mhm,” he hummed a bit too close to your ear considering this corner of the sports bar was rather chill and free of overzealous fans. “Do you watch it, or not really into it?” His intensity burned your cheeks; discerning any emotion crossing your face.

You shrugged and turned to face him. And what a mistake that was.

His proximity was imminent. You witnessed each micro movement of his dilated pupils obsessing over the features of your face. Languishing on your parted lips and snapping back to your half-lidded eyes.

“No, I’ve never really been into sports,” you whispered as a goal was scored and hushed devastation rippled through the men glued to the screens.

Obito’s fingers grazed your shoulder. “If you’re bored, we can do something else. Whatever you want.”

The cold pint glass numbed your aching fingers. His insistence on treating you as anything other than a nuisance in his life chipped at the ice encompassing your heart. Cracking the walls you put up when it came to him; crumbling them into the gut wrenching torment of falling for someone who was taken.

But how sweet was the honeyed voice thrumming in your ear provoking you to make bad decisions. “I’ll watch the game with you.” And then the reverberating sound of your conscience smacking you across the face. “Konan’s been gone for a while. Do you think something happened? Should I text her?”

You reached for your purse and he stopped you. His hand around your wrist, his arm’s presence solidly around your shoulders, no longer shy in his affections. “She’ll be fine,” he said, stern, terse. “This night is about you. Stop worrying so much and enjoy yourself.” Truly asking the world of you, he leaned in to the point of his hair brushing your temple, and pleaded, “Trust me.”

The earnestness in his rasp. The honesty in his eyes.

Maybe you were wrong about him and Konan. Somehow. If you dismissed the evidence you procured indicating otherwise.

Either way, he let go of your wrist, but his arm remained. His fingers remained. Caressing your upper arm, tucking themselves against your side. Squeezing new life into your sorry self. Thumb stroking over your shoulder, and you loved it as much as you hated yourself for seeking comfort in the one person who drove you crazy: your rival. Stirring emotions you buried long ago when he first made you a target of his teasing.

“Okay,” you agreed. He smiled his imperfectly perfect smile. You forced your attention to the basketball game before you sank deeper in analyzing his face, especially the way his scars carved rivers through his stubble.

“Is there anything you want to talk about?” Obito asked after a few minutes of silence purveyed between you. Interrupted by cheers or groans in accordance to which team scored points.

“Mmm, not really. You?”

Obito inhaled deep. Face blank, watching the TV. “Don’t wanna bore you by talking about myself-”

“Whoa! Did you see that?” You whipped around, confused as to why Obito seemed less than thrilled. “I don’t know much about basketball, but he made that shot from half-court. That’s impressive, right?”

He snorted. “I’m rooting for the other team.”

“Oh. Whoops.” Now, you realized the other team’s logo was the same as the one on the mug he kept at his desk.

“You can root for whoever you want,” he said, twisting his lips in yet another smile angled in your direction. “I’m just relieved you’re having fun.”

“We can make it funner.”

“Oh?”

“Let’s make a deal.” You smirked and waggled your eyebrows–feeling silly as the alcohol settled in. “If my team wins, we do whatever I want. If your team wins, we do whatever you want.”

Taking his time to contemplate your offer, he read the score, read how much time was left in the game, and narrowed his eyes at you. “My team is down 22 points and there’s less than two minutes left in the fourth quarter.”

“Sounds like you're scared, Uchiha.”

“Never. It’s a deal.”

Finally. Today was your lucky day.

It took ten minutes for the clock to hit zero; plowing through referee calls, whistles, and timeouts, but at last, your team won. Your team won, and that meant spending more time with Obito.

“Where’re you dragging me to now?” he asked, paying for your drinks.

“I have something in mind,” you teased.

~~~

“What in the actual fuck is this?” Obito yelled over the sounds assaulting him.

“Music!” you yelled back, dragging him towards the sea of bodies in the warehouse style building.

He winced; at you, the many lanky men with mohawks, the studded leather jackets seconds from puncturing him, and at the blown amps on stage. “This isn’t music. This is noise.”

“Exactly,” you giggled. His scowl was lit in the flashing lights. “It’s called noise rock.” For his benefit, you lead him towards the back wall, putting distance between you and the people thrashing in the middle. “My favorite band is on stage.”

You watched him openly and ardently for his response. Letting him see the twinkle in your eye, batting your lashes at his surprise. Your dimple upon breaking into a hint of a smile, finding it a bit too amusing–and adorable–to see him out of his element, dressed in office attire at a punk show. Sharing a part of yourself no one else at the office knew. Parting your lips and urging him to read between the lines: the deal was just a way to trick him into spending more time with you.

“It’s..” He fought for words. “Loud.”

“Yep! Well, I’m gonna go mosh.” You made it one step towards the mob before you were yanked backwards as if by a tether and stumbled into his arms.

“Absolutely not,” he said, letting go of your blouse and securing his strong grip on your hip. “No way am I about to let you go in there. What if your glasses get knocked off? What if you get hurt?”

You were flabbergasted. Words escaped you. You did not possess the lexicon to describe the burning desire in your core when he clutched you to his chest and reprimanded you. Pressed tight against his body, his nose to your hair, and protective words curling your toes.

“O-Okay,” you exhaled. “We can stay back here.”

He fell for your tricks again.

~~~

For long minutes, Obito held you. After a close incident with a rogue teenager being ejected from the crowd and running into you, he laced his arms around your middle and kept you safe within the confines of his person. You were both leaning against the wall, but you relied on him to support you, and he held no objections.

During a speech about anti-fascism by the lead singer, he ducked his head to speak to you, and became side tracked. For once, you were the one who caught him off guard. Your fingers found their way to his chin. You ran your thumb over his stubble, entranced by the short hairs prickling your skin.

“You smell good,” you said, finding it easier and easier to smile. “I’ve always liked your cologne.”

Obito wrested his chin from your affections and closed his eyes, eyebrows pinched. “Are you drunk?”

“Tipsy, I guess.”

“Mm.” He almost seemed reluctant, debating something with himself, as he claimed your temple as his. A timid brush of his lips. Settling for a minuscule display of everything he suppressed.

In turn, you rested your weary head on his clavicle. Turning your face to tuck yourself in the column of his neck. Swooning over him overtly. Brimming with liquid confidence in his comforting arms.

~~~

Obito didn’t know how many more songs he listened to–if one could discern when one began and another ended–but he swayed with you, regardless. Entertaining you with cheesy grins and heartfelt strokes on your waist.

Eventually, you both enjoyed yourselves too much. Growing overstimulated under the flashing lights and blaring music. You made it to the fresh air before anybody else did and walked the empty streets in the direction of your apartments downtown. His arm was loose around your waist, but his fingers dug in when you hesitated at an intersection.

“Don’t you live that way?” you asked, pointing across the street.

“It’s late, I’m walking you home.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Alright.”

~~~

“This is me,” you stated needlessly, alluding to the metal placard hanging on your door with your apartment’s number. Just standing there, staring up at him like you were for the past few seconds where he also stood there, hands in his pockets, staring at you, slouching. His face held little emotion. Not in a bored way, but in a way that protected him from showing too much. Forcing you to fill in the space with your emotions first.

You rocked yourself from foot to foot, projecting what you hoped was girlish innocence. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“I did. Did you?”

“I did.”

His eyes became increasingly desperate. Flicking his gaze back and forth into your own. Glancing at your lips. Communicating something you didn’t parse. Pleading you to do something you didn’t understand. “Are you still drunk?”

“I was never drunk, just a little tipsy.” He shot you a look. “But the fresh air helped sober me up,” you finished meekly. “I’ll be fine. I’ll call Konan to check in on her and then go to bed, I promise.”

Obito nodded, somewhat. It was a very slow bounce, petering out after a few seconds.

Silence, a distinct and excruciating silence, hung between the heat of your bodies teeming with energy in the quiet hall of your apartment building. A silence encapsulating two years worth of intentions and motives.

“Fuck it.”

He sprang.

He cupped your jaw, hooked his arm around your waist, and kissed you deeply. More intense than he meant to, but he couldn’t help it. Not when your hands climbed his chest and tangled themselves in tufts of his hair. He surrendered the self-imposed restraint he honed for years sitting across from you. The relief was all he ever hoped it to be. Your enthusiasm was as validating as he hoped it to be. Your moan into his mouth was as damning as he hoped it to be.

Tingles of satisfaction enticed your bodies to become one. Your knees knocked his, stepping into his embrace past the point of acceptable. Wanting to be absorbed by him. Craving two years worth of passion he held on reserve.

His every inhale filled the collapse of your exhale. His thumb stroked your cheek like it was wiping away tears, but all it revealed was your smile. A smile for him. Just him. You ran your knuckles along the scars on his throat. Feeling his erratic heartbeat elevating further.

He backed off. Doubt blooming in his head. Checking your face for signs of regret, of not wanting this, of only trying to humor him before sending him away with a letter from HR on his heels.

If he was looking for answers, you answered them in the most pleasing way.

You grabbed his tie and reeled him for another kiss. Crazed, fevered. Escalating when he slid his tongue across your lips and you happily obliged his hunger; hands exploring the clothed curves of the other. Smitten over the silliest details, like the way he flexed his muscles wherever your hands landed in order to impress you, and how he thought he was smooth letting his hand drift lower and lower down the arch of your back until it wasn’t on your back anymore. So irrevocably charmed by his ability to caress all common sense from you.

Dizzy, you broke apart for air and gasped a small, “Fuck.”

“Mhm,” he moaned, taking you for a short kiss between breaths.

“Fuck,” you said again in lieu of anything intelligent.

Obito pulled away, calming the steady rise of his shoulders, cooling the flush across his cheeks. Putting distance between you–but not until he laid his gentle lips on your temple, kissing you proper this time.

You sank to your heels and blinked the haze from your eyes. Searching his for what to do next.

“I had an amazing time with you tonight,” he said. “I should get going before it gets too late.”

He posed to walk away.

And you let him.

You didn’t speak up. You didn’t stop him.

At least, not until he was halfway down the hall and you woke up from your lustful stupor. Like hell you were about to let Konan have him.

“Wait!” You slapped your hand over your mouth, not realizing how loud you were until it echoed. “It’s already too late, I mean–” You groaned. “It’s really late out. I don’t want you walking home alone. You can come inside. Stay with me.”

It was an awfully worded offer, but he turned and smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

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Summary: On her summer break from college, Y/N embarks on an affair with Lee Bodecker. But she realizes that not all that drips from his lips is honey.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader

Warning: Age gap, language, angst, cheating, sexual content, unprotected sex (pls wrap it before you tap it, this work is fiction 😤), some dark Lee.

SMUT—18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5.7k NOT PROOFREAD. ( Comments, tips & suggestions are greatly appreciated!)

1962

She waited. Body plush on the bed donning the new satin burgundy lingerie Lee had gifted her. The only light in the room was coming from the lamp on her end of the table and she was grateful for it.With the curtains drawn, the room was dim and it depicted the mood she’d been in for the past week.

She should’ve loathed him, shouldn’t even have shown up to see him. But it would be the last time she would do so and she’d put her pride aside to be engrossed in him one last time. She would cherish the moment, cling to him like she never had before because she really would miss him. She knew she’d miss him terribly. Being far away from him would crush her heart, but she hoped the distance would alleviate the guilt.

What they were doing was so wrong. A betrayal that had her aching every single time they met and the following days she would wallow in guilt. Yet she’d do it all over again that one day of the week, at times even more, come back to the same room to be at his disposal. To be taken by him, pushed into the bed by his weight and fucked into a puddy mess.

She had deceived all those around her. So seemingly innocent with the way she carried herself in a manner that would never raise questions, that would never place faults on her family. With her pretty hair, the curl of her lashes and bright eyes she was the epitome of what all the girls in the town wanted to be. The daughter of the undersheriff of Knockemstiff provided her family with admiration from those in the town, it placed her family on a pedestal. It provided her with a fine education outside of her town in a nice college.

She should have been different, should have never involved herself in such destructive behavior. Actions that could very well place her family in an uncomfortable and embarrassing situation.

Her family, friends and especially Lee’s wife, Jane—they were all victims. Y/N couldn’t believe she had let things get so far with Lee. That she could ever betray her family by sleeping with one of their closest friends, her father’s boss.

She felt despicable, skin crawling as she felt herself get hot with shame all over again. It was a never ending cycle of self-hatred. It was especially so when she thought of Lee’s two children that her eyes were brimming with tears. She huffed as she thought that her last evening with Lee seemed to already be going downhill with the inundation of thoughts drowning her, never leaving her alone.

Her and the sheriff. They were forbidden fruit—they had sinned far greater than anybody. Betrayed those around them when they succumbed to their sweet desires.

Yet even with clear awareness of what she was doing, of what her actions could mean for those she was closest to she still went about doing it. Still found herself waiting for Lee Bodecker every Friday evening in the rundown motel minutes away from their families.

She deduced that it must have been her age, still young and lacking experience in many areas of her life. Lee had given her something she had never experienced before—exhilarating excitement. A type of excitement that kept her up most nights, thinking of how their next meeting would be like. What he would do to her next. It was the sneaking around, the long glances and especially the hours spent in room 505. A week ago, she had felt utter bliss being with him. Looked forward to falling into his arms, create crescent moons on his back with her nails and press their lips together in a matter only both knew how to.

She loved the domineering way he walked into their room with his dark leather jacket and sheriff’s uniform. The badge always seemed to do it for her. She was putty in his hands. Always.

She was so young next to him and had learned too much from him in such a short time as if she was his student. She learned what it meant to have her toes curling in pure content, to have her mouth hang open with no sounds coming out because the pleasure was that good. She couldn’t be blamed for putting herself in such a sinful disposition, he had unearthed a whole different side of life for her. The intimacy she had never experienced with anybody else. It was why she kept coming back.

Lee was far older than she was. A husband, father of two children and the town’s most important asset—the sheriff. Everything about him screamed authority. The way he walked into a room and without uttering a single word he’d command everybody’s attention. It was how he’d gotten to her so easily.

She’d grown up before his very eyes; transformed into a young woman and he had taken notice. How couldn’t he? She was so pretty. He didn’t feel an ounce of guilt as he took her and not even afterwards when they both went back to their respective families. He couldn’t feel the guilt when he was so utterly engulfed in her. When all he could think of was how her hair smelled like strawberries, how her small hands grabbed tufts of his hair all the meanwhile her legs wrapped around him. He was delirious with lust, seeing her and her only.

Y/N was on break from college and had more time to visit her father at the station. She’d drop off lunch a few times a week for him and when her father was out of his office to tend to last minute duties, Y/N would knock on Lee’s office and offer him her father’s lunch. It was kind of her, the way she thought of him. It was then when those kind gestures began to build on him, a type of effect that snowballed into yearning to have her.

Maybe it had been her velvety voice or the way she seemed to carry herself with such quiet elegance and a feel of serene ambiance. The clothes she wore were perfectly stitched for her. Bright high square neckline tops and high waisted cotton shorts with drawstrings. Her choice of clothing gave a peek to the silkiness of her legs and it wasn’t much but it had him hardening every time she walked through his office door.

He didn’t really know how he’d done it. He’d just talk to her, sweet talk his way into making her want him. He’d stare longingly at her, the blue of his eyes romanticizing whatever it was that he wanted from her. Had he been fully honest with her she would have never looked at him, never let him fuck her.

Jane and I are separated, Lee had told her. Deceiving her was the only way, Lee couldn’t have done it any other way. And she had eaten it all up. Believed him as his wife stayed at home more and more, limiting her interactions with him in public. It was a lie that had worked out until it hadn’t.

It wasn’t until a week back, Y/N had gone to the farmer’s market wanting to buy fresh produce. Upon entering the highly filled space of the market she noticed the back of Jane’s head. How couldn’t she? She was the only redhead in the whole town of Knockemstiff. She had almost turned back immediately, feeling nervous at the sight of the woman who warmed Lee’s bed every night. Jane had looked back suddenly and met her eyes within an instant and a smile formed on her lips. She turned, a moment still stuck in her head as if it happened in slow motion, and it felt like the air had been knocked out of her. The swell of her midriff was unavoidable, too obvious to tear her eyes away from it. Jane walked forward, hand on her belly.

“It’s so good to see you, Y/N.” Jane spoke, voice high pitched as always. She was always so cheery and kind, a smile on her face. And she stood ever so clueless in front of her, before someone who climbed on her husband as often as she could.

Y/N was speechless as the shock was evident on her face. Her stomach was large enough to be over six months and she was right when she was finally able to speak and ask her how far along she was and Jane had confirmed it. She had been on bedrest being a high risk pregnancy but was now feeling more herself, more able to be out and about. And it all made sense to her then.

The sweet and honeyed words that Lee had uttered to her about a separation between him and his wife. That they had drifted apart with time and were waiting for the right time to file for divorce, his excuse for not being able to do so was the upcoming election. It all made sense then. The intimacy they had shared created a blurred line for her, had clouded her thoughts when she was in his arms.

He was good at lying. Fantastic at it, she had to give it to him. He had used his wife’s ordered bed rest to his advantage, had used it to get his way with Y/N. Quench whatever thirst he felt that only she could satiate him.

It angered her, but mostly she felt a deep type of disappointment consume her. What he had done was unforgivable and she couldn’t come forward and say it. She couldn’t because she’d be burnt in the midst of it all too. But she thought of it again and again, went in circles around how he’d done such a thing. How the honey dripping from his lips had been venom in truth. It had all been lies.

It seemed as though decades of experience and a decorated career had given Lee a damned way of always getting what he wanted. Having the ability to twist the truth, to hide facts and move the pieces around to whatever was most convenient for him. He was astute that way. Giving her his absolute attention when he was alone with her, staring at her as if she was the only girl he ever wanted, as if she held the key to the world.

He whispered false promises into her ear, soft and sweet. Convenient. He would kiss her as if he had missed her, as if his day was suddenly a lot better because of her. As if she meant something. That she was more than just a distraction; an easy fuck. And she had fallen for it all, walked right into his trap.

And for Y/N, all of the sweet nothings he would say to her, the lust-induced promises he would make to her as they came down from their high always filled her with stupid hope. Clinging onto his every word, his every move. When she was in his arms, she felt the world and all its worries melt away. The blue of his eyes had hypnotized her, the bitter taste of his lips tranquilized her into believing everything he would say.

The door knob to the room began twisting loudly, breaking her from her deep trance. The sound of keys fumbling behind the door and a loud huff coming from the man that destroyed her. She swallowed thickly and wiped the end of her eyes to rid of the evidence of what she already knew. She would do this one last time with him. Succumb to him one last time before it all came to an abrupt end.

“Baby doll.” Lee grinned when he pushed past inside slamming the door shut behind him. His jacket was already on the floor and his harsh steps on their way to the bed. Y/N looked up at him, transforming her saddened look to the smirk she knew he liked so much. She pushed herself from her lying down position to her knees knowing he would love seeing her in the lingerie he had gifted her.

He did. His eyes perked up at the sight of the smooth flesh of her breasts that were almost spilling from the sheer balconette bra, the swell of them tantalizing him. The thin material of her panties, sheer and satin, too were captivating. It earned her a harsh bite of his lip.

“Look at you, doll. It fits you perfectly just like I knew it would.” He groaned as he placed a knee on the bed and grabbed hold of both her arms to pull her towards him.

He kissed her like he wanted to swallow her whole. As if he wanted to print his lips on hers, mark them for life. And she kissed him back with a ferocious need, desperate and sad all at once. Her tongue was swiping against his fighting for dominance. She knew he’d question it, the neediness of her movements. Of how her hands were already unbuckling his belt as she kissed him with seemingly all her might. It would be the last time, he just didn’t know it yet.

“What’s gotten into you baby doll?” Lee hummed as he pulled away. His lips red from her attack, the blue of his eyes gleamed as he felt the throbbing of his cock when she finally brought his pants down halfway. Her hand began palming the thick print through his boxers and she knew that even though he was questioning her, peering up at him and noticing the wild expression on his face, she knew he loved it.

“You missed me that much baby?” He swiped his tongue against his lips as she nodded all the meanwhile pulling him to lay down on the bed. His pants were a puddle on the floor with Y/N’s figure pushing him down onto the soft mattress. He was surprised at her taking the reigns of the situation, showing a dominance she never had before. He would always be the one to push her down onto the bed, attack her lips with a week’s worth of pent up frustration.

“I did miss you.” She whispered. The softness of her hands took hold of his briefs and pulled them down the extremities of his legs. He seemed needy as well, removing his tie and unbuttoning his white shirt. She felt her whole body on fire, needing to touch him and kiss him all at once; a feeling so overwhelming.

Her nimble hands grasped his cock, already hard and head swollen with pent up need. The mere feel of her hands had him groaning and when she began pumping him, his hands reached out to the swell of her breasts. Admiring them wasn’t enough anymore he needed to run his hands over them, cup them in his hands and flick the nipples under his fingers.

She was needy, he noticed from the very beginning. Her movements were eager yet well calculated, knowing what and how he liked it. He knew he would let her take control for the first half, but would make sure to take back the dominance he loved to have when he filled her up.

Her mouth came down on him, tongue flicking against the angry head of his dick before she came down halfway then came up again. Her hands were still pumping the base of his cock, never being able to take him all in her mouth. It made her slightly upset wanting nothing more than to feel him at the back of her throat.

Lee’s orbs glazed over as he watched his girth disappear inside his girl’s mouth. She was so talented that way, savoring him and trying her best to take him all. She was a fast learner. Learned to take him in such a short time, inside the crevice hidden between her thighs and the wetness of her mouth. This time, to Lee, she seemed insatiable. She was moaning, tongue sloppily swooshing at the head and the entirety of his cock. With her swollen lips, she kissed it as if he’d gifted her something entirely far too great and she was grateful for it.

He was a big man in all aspects. His soft belly had come into view as his shirt was discarded on the floor too. She had come to like it so much over the summer, love the fullness of it and the strength that characterized him. His arms were strong, shoulders broad and his piercing blue eyes were the gem she had never quite noticed before.

She never really paid much attention to him before, he was just the sheriff of Knockemstiff, a family friend and her father’s boss. That was all. Yet as the years passed and she grew up, he noticed it and when the time came he gave her the right type of attention—sweet and savory words that had her thighs squeezing together. She had fallen for a man who quite frankly was quite intimidating. Someone who was forbidden.

She took her time with him. Fingers wrapped tightly against his girth keeping a fair momentum all the meanwhile her mouth continued its exploration as if savoring him. Like it was their first time. He tasted so good, salty and just him. Her sweet assault had him groaning above her and one of his hands was still flicking her nipple, struggling to keep it there when her mouth was making everything difficult.

“Fuck baby get up here.” Lee breathed out, one of his hands pulling her hair up forcing her mouth off him. He was always rough with her and she’d grown to love it; learned to take it. To have her skin red and raw from his hands and mouth. Y/N swallowed thickly, knowing exactly what he wanted.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before climbing on top of him, feeling the stiffness of his cock at her clothed core. His hand tangled into her hair and brought their lips together in a sloppy kiss. He felt so good rubbing against her pussy, clothed or not, he was so hard she could every ridge and vein. Desperate to feel more of him, her hips began grinding against the place she wanted to sink down onto. She wanted him so badly but knew what he wanted from her, where he wanted to have his mouth.

When he pulled away from her, he gave her a knowing look and patted her arm. It was his signal for her to move up. She felt her cheeks becoming hot as her hands pushed the small panties down her legs and onto the edge of the bed. She climbed further up until her most private place was in complete direct contact with his face. He sighed at the heavenly sight of her pussy, her folds already glistening with her arousal and he felt even harder knowing his baby girl felt embarrassed. She was especially shy when he coaxed her into having her sit on his face. But why wouldn’t he want her thighs crushing his face, her pussy in direct contact with his mouth when she was so delicious.

The first swipe of his tongue on her folds had her moaning out loud into the silent motel room. When his tongue flicked against her clit in a torturous pace, she began panting feeling so vulnerable and overwhelmed in the position all at once. His hands were on both sides of her hips keeping her in place yet they were kneading the soft skin there, feeling the slight stretch marks that decorated her hips and ass. He was relishing the taste of her nectar on his tongue, salty and sweet all at once and he felt like he couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck baby girl you always taste so damn good.” He groaned as he gripped the sides of thighs tighter, the skin dimpling with the pressure. She looked down at him surprised, as she made sure to keep her balance by having her hands on the headboard and feet perked on the bed.

His hands grasped her hips tighter, fingernails digging into her skin. Her breathing was erratic, chest heaving harshly as his lips assaulted her folds. Sucking on the little nub that was making her toes curl. Overwhelmed with stimulation, it all came together building that familiar bubbling feeling inside her that had her gasping his name out. It spilled from her lips over and over again as he licked and sucked on her pussy lips at a pace that couldn’t have been more perfect.

With a cry, she felt her legs quaking as she reached her peak. It coiled inside her until it came loose. Her orgasm spilled onto the inside of her thighs and Lee’s tongue cleaned it all off her. The rumbling of his chest as his baritone voice worded out compliments to her. How she tasted so sweet and he couldn’t wait to fuck her.

“I need you to fuck me Lee. Right now.” Y/N commanded as soon as the filthy compliments slipped from his lips. She felt desperate to feel him inside her, to take her one last time. She just didn’t know what was waiting for her, of what he already knew. That he was simply entertaining her little game.

Her eyes were glossed over, still reeling from the overwhelming feeling her orgasm had washed over her. He looked surprised at her foul words. She was usually reserved, letting him do whatever he wanted with her and however he wanted to. Yet her taking control over the situation had him aching for her even more. The excitement bubbling and boiling over.

He patted her thighs again as her shaky legs managed to move over and sit on the bed. Confusion took over as she saw Lee scoot down and off the bed. He wiped her confusion right off as he grabbed her feet and pulled her towards the edge of the bed. He was more than ready to take her. His dick rock hard.

“Get on all fours.”

Her breathing still uneven from the remnants of her first orgasm, she pushed herself to her knees and hands both allocated on the bed. She felt his calloused hands on her ass and knew his eyes were devouring the view she was giving him. With her body perked up on the bed, ass in clear eye view to him she felt shy all over again. His hand came down onto her flesh harshly leaving behind a searing buzz. And he did it again and again until shrieks left her mouth.

His full lips kissed on the marks of her skin, leaving behind a trail of wetness before he stood upright again. Gripping his hardened cock in his hand and brought it to her core. Rubbing it on her silky folds, using the wetness from her opening to coat his cock to better prepare her for the stretch that always left her mewling.

Y/N gripped the sheets with her hands bracing herself for him and when he finally entered, her mouth fell open. He moved until she was fully filled with his cock, until his happy trail met the skin of her ass. And he began moving, not giving her time to adjust because he needed to feel more of her. To revel in the feeling of being inside her tight walls, to see her turn into nothing but moans and cries.

Her back arched as the pace of his strokes picked up. He felt deeper and deeper with each push. It felt like he was pulling her so far from herself as her eyes rolled back with the sensation he was giving her. This was her favorite position but they had never quite done it like this. Not with him standing on the floor and her body perked up on the bed. It gave him more leeway, more freedom to move at a faster pace. To roll his hips, to slam them down until her skin was red.

“You like it when I fuck you like this baby?” Lee asked as he came down and she felt the hotness of his breath on her back. A meek yes fell from her lips. His lips kissed the skin below her delicate bra, the burgundy color of it complimenting her skin tone so prettily. Lee nipped and bit on the skin leaving behind red marks in his wake. She shuddered with the fanning of his breath, hot and wet on the skin of her back and her sheets were gripped tighter on her fisted hands.

His hands suddenly left another red mark on the skin of her ass with a harsh spank before they came up and took hold of her unruly hair. He grasped the hair tightly as he stood upright again and began a relentless rhythm with his hips. She couldn’t help but be loud, crying his name out loud over and over again because he was the only man who could ever make her feel such pain and pleasure all at once. It was overwhelming how the myriad of emotions and feelings conjoined together during their acts of passion and she could still feel the searing fire bubbling inside here yet again. She was closer every time his hips snapped against her core, pushing that one familiar toe-curling feeling from her.

“I’m gonna cum Lee oh my god.” She cried out, hair still in his grasp. It was uncomfortable but she could take it. The roughness of his movements, of his cock filling her up and her hair tangled in his hands. She felt it all as her toes curled in the shockwaves of her orgasm. It ripped through her in countless curses and jolts that Lee’s hand let go of her hair and her head fell onto the mattress. She felt weak, knees wobbly with the intensity of her shattering finite.

“I want you to look at me when you cum, Lee. Please.” She whispered, voice so low she thought he wouldn’t hear the softness of it. He did.

Lee held onto the flesh of her hips and flipped her onto her back. His body joined hers on the bed again, him on top of her. Lee noticed a thin sheet of sweat had built up on her chest and forehead, breathing still erratic from the aftermath of her orgasm. She looked so beautiful to him, completely fucked and disheveled because of him. Her request had his insides churning knowing why she was being so demanding this time around, why her movements from the beginning of the night had been quick to feel him, so desperate for him as if starved of his touch.

His cock slipped inside her folds yet again and they both groaned in unison. Their eyes met for what seemed only the second time that night and the intensity of what they both felt turned into thick tension. He wanted to fuck it all away, rid himself of the reality of their situation. Of the grimy situation they were both in, of what he had done. His lies had gotten him so far yet it all seemed to be coming to an end.

He continued his ardent stare, hips rolling against her core as if rushed. Wanting to sear their acts between her legs forever, never letting her forget that he was the only man who could make her feel this way. That despite what he had done, nobody would ever compare to him.

“I’m gonna cum baby, you’re gonna take it all?”

She nodded fervently, knowing that if she spoke her voice would break. Tears began wetting her cheeks, sliding down as the noises in the small motel room escalated. His hips were stuttering against hers already, almost reaching his peak, but still keeping the same harsh momentum that had her mouth falling ajar.

Chasing his own end. The wetness of her arousal was driving him insane, making the movements of his dick inside her much easier. He felt the warmth of her engulfing him, wrapping him up in such a delicious way he knew he’d finish inside her in no time. She was crying out, loud and soft all at once and he felt so pleased with himself as he stared at how angelic she looked. The youth so evident on her skin, the long lashes curled and her glazed eyes still connecting with his. The look on her face had his hips bucking against hers harder, wanting her even more even though he already had her and was already fucking her the way he wanted to.

He brought his face down to meet her lips, to kiss her with a need so strong it felt as if it was crushing him. He bit her bottom lip harshly before letting it go and sucking on her tongue. His movements left her breathless and gasping. His dick was moving inside her and she could feel the veins and rough ridges of it. It was deliciously painful the way their skin slapped against each other, harsh and sensual. It felt like he had reached places inside her she never thought to be possible, the sensation of being filled to the hilt. A fullness that had her aching.

With a string of curses and grunts, Lee’s hips bucked one last time and spilled his seed inside her. He bent down to give her a sweaty kiss before he removed himself from her and collapsed back on the bed.

“You’re amazing baby doll. We’re still on for next friday right?” He breathed out, head turning to look at her. Her eyes were turned to the ceiling and she forged a smile.

“Yes.”

Lee rolled his eyes at the way the lie rolled off her mouth so effortlessly. As if she had practiced it countless times.

“You think I wouldn’t know baby girl?”

“Know what?” Her head snapped to look at him. And as if suddenly feeling shy, her hands gripped the sheets beginning to cover the delicacy that was her body.

“Don’t play stupid with me. You think Jane wouldn’t run her big mouth to me about seeing you at the market? Or how your daddy is all sad about you wanting to leave back to college three weeks before your classes even start?”

“I-I’m sorry.” It hurt to apologize. The words were shaky and unbelievable as she had nothing to be sorry for. He had deceived her just as much as they had deceived both their families. Had lied to her about his separation from his wife in order to get her on her knees. Yet the wild look on his face and the rough tone his voice had taken left her feeling shaky. As if she was treading on broken glass.

“Don’t give me that shit.”

“You lied to me, Lee. You think it was easy for me to see Jane with a big belly? H-How shocked I was?”

“Would you even have looked my way if I told you her and I were still together?” He asked. The incredulous question came so easily, as if it wasn’t the craziest thing he had ever said.

“Of course not.” She muttered. Her voice broke as tears spilled from her eyes. It was the pressure of knowing the truth that made her body shudder. The man laying next to her wasn’t at all who she thought he was. She knew it yet still met him one last time. She wanted to show him what he would be missing when she was gone, of what he had lost out on. Yet the man had been a step ahead of her.

She scooted away to the edge of the bed ready to hurriedly put her clothes back on and leave him for good. The sudden movement had Lee in a panic and his hand yanked her back to the center of her bed. Her shriek was cut to a halt when his large hand wrapped around her throat constricting her breathing. Her glossy orbs stared into his in utter disbelief. She didn’t believe it was real. None of what was happening was registering for her because it couldn’t have been real. Lee couldn’t do that to her.

The disbelief slipped away slowly. Chipping away as the seconds passed. She shut her eyes tightly hoping that when she opened them he wouldn’t be there. Or that at least his hands wouldn’t be on her throat.

When she opened them again he was still there. Eyes wide with fury, rough hands still on her throat. The pressure was less than before as if he was realizing what he was doing.

“Fuck.” Lee griped. “You ain’t leaving yet darlin’. You got that?”

She nodded slowly, eyes still leaking with hot tears. All she wanted was to breathe. To get some air into her lungs. His hands stayed.

“You’ll come back here next friday or any other day I ask.”

It tightened.

“You got that?”

She nodded again, this time in a hurried manner. He let go. She coughed as the air began to fill her lungs once again.

She should’ve known not to mess with the sheriff.

Hope you guys like this. Not my best work but I tried my best 😅💀 Somewhat inspired by my favorite Arctic Monkeys song, 505!

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Ask a Dad part 3

A/N: This chapter has more Sonny, and even more than that, it starts in Sonny’s pov! Anyways, I hope I did the dialogue here justice--I want it to be obvious that reader and Jude have a very strong bond with each other.

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The sun was setting as Sonny was leaving the precinct for the night. He thought about dinner, and little things he wanted to get done that night; he wasn’t meeting up with Amanda for dinner, nor going out for drinks to celebrate a win. Just a normal night where he would go home and relax, maybe binge watch a few episodes of that new cooking show Gordon Ramsay was promoting.

But while he drove, he noticed a pack of teenagers—around five of them—crowded across the street from a building. He watched long enough to see one kid cock his arm back, then throw something small and round at the building. The egg splattered on the wall, and Sonny pulled over.

He was in his own SUV, not a cop car, so it didn’t hit the teenagers at first that he was a cop.

“Hey!” he yelled once close enough. There was no point in trying to catch them all—there were five, and as soon as he opened his mouth, they all scattered. All except one, who turned towards the voice. He was petrified, and the worst part was, he was familiar.

It took a moment for Sonny to place him, and when he did, he frowned. “Get in the back of the car,” he said, flashing his badge at the kid. But as the teen hung his head in shame, marching towards the SUV, Sonny noticed that the carton he dropped in fear was still full.

***

You were busy making a sauce from one of Sonny’s videos—something that called for a lot of tomatoes and basil—when there was a knock on the door. Curious, you washed your hands and called out that you’d be right there.

Nothing could prepare you for the sight that awaited you when you opened the door. Standing in the hallway was Jude, his head down, eyes averted, with a disappointed Sonny standing tall behind him. It was every parent’s nightmare.

You opened and shut your mouth a few times, unable to find words for your confusion. Jude pushed by you, saying nothing and hurrying to his room. You jumped when the door slammed, and you looked back to Sonny in confusion.

“I’m sorry to tell ya this, but I caught your son with a group of boys, throwin’ eggs at an apartment a few blocks away,” Sonny explained. Before you could ask, he took his badge off his hip and showed it to you, then tucked it in his pocket. “Normally, we’d take him to the station, then call either you or his other parent. But I thought I’d let him off with a warning, and just bring him home.”

It took a moment for you to process all this, and you nodded absentmindedly. “Thanks, um…officer?”

“Detective Carisi. But I’m off the job right now. You can still call me Sonny.” There was that smile again, though it wasn’t as bright. He could tell how awkward this was, and how unsettled you were.

You nodded again, though you weren’t quite sure why. “I’m sorry,” you finally said into the silence, “I’m just not sure what to do…what to say to him….”

“Well, if ya want, I could have a talk with him. Besides him giving me the address, we didn’t talk much. I was kinda lettin’ him process his actions. But as a detective, I can give him—and you—advice.”

You nodded once more, then moved aside to let him in. You were caught between two bombshells right now; one, the cute guy who did explanatory videos was also a cop, solidifying that you knew nothing about him, and that your crush was entirely misplaced, and two, that your son was egging a house, and all the ramifications that came with that. To say your mind was frazzled was an understatement.

Sonny moved carefully through your apartment until he stopped in front of the room Jude had shut himself in. He softly knocked, asking to just talk, before opening and going in. You vaguely wondered if he left the door cracked so you could hear, or if it was something to do with his job, or both. Cop or not—internet famous or not—he was a relative stranger in a room alone with your teenaged son.

Either way, you stayed close. Their conversation was muted enough that you only caught bits of phrases, not enough for a complete whole. But standing there, the crack of vision through the door revealing Sonny sitting on Jude’s bed, his face tilted towards him and listening intently, made tears appear in your vision.

You’d give anything for there to be an actual father-figure—hell, even a strong, male role model—in your son’s life. You dated off and on in your fourteen years of single mom life, but they usually ran once they learned you had a kid. And the older Jude got, the worse the reactions were.

The bed creaked as Sonny stood, and you quickly blinked the tears away. You saw him pat Jude’s shoulder reassuringly before he pulled the door open. He closed it softly behind him, letting Jude have his privacy.

“You’ve got a good kid there,” Sonny started, “he’s just a little confused, as all teens are.”

You nodded—you felt like you were doing that a lot tonight. “Yeah, he is good, which is why I’m not sure how this happened.”

“That’s just it—he’s a kid. Most of ‘em get pressured into doin’ something stupid by their friends. Are ya trying to tell me ya never did anything dumb at that age?” Sonny asked.

At that age, you had met your ex—he was a college student at the time. That should’ve been the clearest warning flags. But you shook it off; you wouldn’t think of him now, or ever.

“You’re right. I’m just not sure what to say to him now. What did he say to you?” you asked.

Sonny shook his head. “You’ll haveta find out for yourself,” he waited a moment, then said, “are ya gonna talk to him now, or wait until your partner is home?”

“Partner?” you asked in confusion. “No, it’s just me and him. Has been since he was two.” You weren’t sure why you said it, and you averted your eyes from Sonny’s barely concealed shock.

It was quite for just a moment too long, and you thought about kicking Sonny out, when he finally said, “well, you’ve done an amazing job.” You glanced up at him, and he smiled. “I meant it when I said he’s a good kid. And I bet he takes after you.”

Your face heated at the praise; only your parents have said that…or people being polite. You thanked him, and eventually, you both gravitated towards the door. You opened it for him, and he stepped out into the hall.

“Wait,” you said, and he turned back to face you, “what do I say to him?”

Sonny’s expression softened. “Try and think about where he’s comin’ from—high school, hormones, wanting to fit in. What did you want your parents, or a close friend, to say to ya when things were rough?”

That helped a great deal—thinking about it from Jude’s perspective. “Thank you, Sonny. For everything you’ve done tonight.”

His grin returned, and you melted at the sight of it. “Not a problem.” He patted his pockets, then reached in and produced a small, white business card. “Here, take this and call me if you ever need some advice.”

You smiled, taking his card. “I bet you know all about how to be a good parent; your ‘Ask a Dad’ series is amazingly helpful.”

It was Sonny’s turn to look embarrassed, his cheeks turning pink. It was perhaps the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. “I’m, um…I don’t have kids, to tell ya the truth….” You blinked, tilting your head in confusion. “Well, ya see, I have a bunch of nieces and nephews and ‘ask a dad’ sounded better than ‘ask an uncle’ or ‘ask a guy’…plus, the ‘Ask a Mom’ trend was already around, so….”

“You’re breaking so many illusions for me tonight,” you said jokingly, and he chuckled. “Next, you’ll try and convince me that you’re single.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, huffing out a small, nervous laugh. “Well, prepared ta be shocked.”

All traces of teasing fell from your face. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not—I’ve been single for,” his eyes flicked upwards as he mentally counted, “eight months? My last girlfriend moved to LA, broke up via text.”

Your brow furrowed at his confession. “Oh, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to bring up old pains—”

“No, it’s fine. It was already on the rocks as it was. ‘Sides, I know I’ll find The One at some point. Just gotta be patient until then.” He shrugged nonchalantly, and you physically felt yourself falling for him.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I haven’t found anyone since Jude’s dad. Most guys are sweet up until they meet my son, then boom! Gone,” you said. It was supposed to be a joke, and your tone was light-hearted, but Sonny could see the sadness in your smile.

He clenched his jaw, swallowing, before he said, “if ya ever want a break from bein’ mom-of-the-year, I’d love ta take you out to coffee some time?”

You blinked, your face on fire. Did Sonny just ask you out? “Um, yeah, I’d like that. Here, let me give you my number.”

By the time you closed the door, Sonny heading down the hallway to his SUV, you were in complete shock. You had a date. Next weekend. With Sonny. How the hell did that happen? You took a breath, trying to ground yourself. There was one more thing to take care of tonight.

You walked softly to Jude’s still-closed door, and knocked. “Can I come in, please?” you called through the wood.

There was a soft, “yeah,” and you gently opened the door. Jude was laying face down on his bed, face buried in his pillow.

“I just wanna talk, okay?” you started. “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, but I do want to hear your side of the story when you’re ready.” He didn’t move from his spot, so you sat on the edge of the bed by his knees. You had thought long and hard on what you wanted to say, but he didn’t let you start.

“Are you disappointed in me?” he asked, his voice muffled from the pillow.

You deflated as you heard his voice; it was raw, as if he’d been crying. “No, I’m not disappointed. I’m admittedly confused; I know you, babe, and you’re not the type to be egging houses.” You took a breath, shifting to face the back of his head. “Look, you’re old enough to make your own decisions. And some of them are going to be wrong. You’re going to make mistakes; everyone does. Me, your teachers, Sonny—we all make mistakes. But,” you patted his calf affectionately, “I want you to know I will always have your back, one hundred percent.”

Jude sniffled before he finally moved, repositioning himself so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. His eyes were rimmed red as he looked at you, and you just wanted to hold him.

“I never, ever want you afraid to talk to me, or afraid to come to me when you make a mistake, okay? You’re my son, and I’m always on your side, no matter what. I love you,” you finished.

Instantly, he was in your arms, face buried in your shoulder. You stroked his back in comfort, murmuring soft words to him.

“I didn’t throw any eggs,” he muttered into your shirt. Finally, he leaned back to look at you. “It was all Scott’s idea—him and the others. I didn’t want to throw eggs, but I guess I kinda went with them. They gave me a carton and I looked at the eggs and all I could think about is how much extra work you would have to do to go out and clean it before it started to smell. And just how bad you would feel seeing the eggs in the first place.”

You smiled softly at him. “That means you have empathy; that’s a good thing. And I’m proud of you for not taking part in throwing the eggs. Thank you for telling me your side; I know it’s scary to tell—”

“It’s not scary, not to tell you, mom.” The corners of his mouth twitched upwards. “I was just afraid you’d be upset or disappointed in me.”

“Oh baby, come here,” you said, pulling him back into a hug. You both held each other for a long time and were only interrupted by his stomach growling.

“Oh, dammit—I was making dinner.” You gently pulled out of Jude’s arms, then ruffled his hair playfully. “Trying another of Sonny’s recipes. Can you believe he doesn’t have children?”

He climbed off the bed, following you out to the living room. “What? Really? My whole life has been a lie,” he said, and you laughed. The emotional part of the night was over, and everything fit back to normal. Though, you still had a small part of your brain looking forward to coffee with Sonny.

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