#IGNORE MY BIG THUMS

[luveline]

for a heavy request, maybe the marauders after you've been in a car accident, no heavy injuries if you don't want to, but just them worrying? ily <3

love u <;3

“I always thought it would be me,” James says when he sees you, his backpack falling down his shoulder as he rushes to your side. His eyes go glassy when he sees the cut on your cheek. “Oh, no way. Look at your poor cheek. Look at your arm!” He frowns, a deep wrinkle crinkling the skin between his eyebrows. “Sweetheart.” 

You shudder as he takes your face into his hands. “You’re really cold,” you mumble. 

“Are you in pain?” 

“Yeah, Jamie.” You smile as best as you can. He looks so worried. “They pulled a lot of glass out of my arm.” 

He eyes the length of your arm wrapped in white bandages. “Yeah? How many stitches?” 

“Twenty two.” 

“Okay. Twenty two presents, then.” 

James helps you settle into your hospital bed. The crash wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but it was still too much to walk off. He fluffs your pillow and helps you lay back, pulls a blanket over your legs, and then tracks down a nurse for another when your shivering doesn’t calm. His hair tickles your arms and your face as he tucks you in, kisses your cheek, the smell of his cologne a nice familiarity to cut the clinical sting of disinfectant. 

He looks like he might cry when he’s staring at you, but he doesn’t crack. “That’s better,” he says, taking your hand as he sits in the vinyl wrapped chair beside you. “They’ll be here with your things any minute now, and we can get you out of your flirty dress.” 

“It’s a hospital gown,” you mumble through a smile. You’d laugh if you had the energy. 

“Yeah, babe. You’re practically naked.” 

“Am not.” 

He kisses your knuckles. “Agree to disagree.” 

Remus and Sirius arrive trying to push through the door at the same time. Sirius wins, willing to roughhouse where Remus isn’t, propelling himself toward your bed in a rush. “What the fuck happened?” he asks. 

“They went through a red light,” you say, relieved to see them both. Sirius shocks you when he goes in for a hug, quick but careful, his hair smushed into your forehead as he covers the back of your head protectively. “I didn’t see them coming. I was just sitting there and they hit me.” 

They drove their car thirty miles per hour into the passenger side, which then pushed you into oncoming traffic. Sudden and then done. You closed your eyes to brave and opened them to find yourself covered in glass and blood with a bruise like a lash down your chest. Explaining it, remembering it again so soon, your eyes fill with tears that you choke around as Remus grabs your leg. 

“You’re okay,” James says, giving your hand a good squeeze. 

“Yeah, you’re okay,” Sirius says, quieter, his lips cold on your face. 

Sirius lets you go after a quick appraisal of your face and lets Remus crowd you. He hugs you for far longer than the other two, not because he likes you more or anything, but because he’s very, very tactile, and because you need it. He sits on the side of the bed and uses his height over you to wrap you up, avoiding your arm but otherwise smothering you in a soft affection. “It’s okay,” he repeats the sentiment of the others, kneading the top of your arm. 

Remus looks pale in the bright white fluorescents, but he doesn’t falter nor shake. He has a remarkable talent for turning everything off when he needs to. You shudder like a kid through tears, your arm a constant pang of pain. The whiplash is suffocating. Each breath you takes doesn’t feel like enough. 

Remus counts you through big breaths. “Just do it with me, hm? Nice slow breaths. You got it.” 

“I’ll get you some water,” James says. 

Sirius opens the bag they’d first ignored to unveil a shoving of things, including a water bottle and a three pack of juice cartons. “We brought choices.” 

He pierces the carton with a straw for you and hands it over. You sip at it feebly through panicked pants, the straw pushed between your teeth. Remus runs your arm with his thumb encouragingly. “Sorry,” you say. 

Three voices chime in at one. “Don’t be sorry!” Remus says, as James and Sirius both say, “No.” 

“It was really scary,” you confess, tears slinking off of your lashes as you blink. 

“I bet it was,” Remus says, “but you’re okay. We’re gonna get you fixed up and back home so quickly, dove, you don’t need to worry.” 

“I’m not worried,” —James winces visibly at your shaky voice and reaches over to rub your thighs— “I just didn’t know what was happening.” 

“It must’ve been so scary,” James sympathises. 

You look for Sirius through their embraces. He’s frowning, nearly glaring, his gaze on your bandaged arm. “We’ll sort everything out,” he promises, raising his head. “Promise.” 

You nod quickly and then slower. “Yeah, I know.” 

You’re bathed in hugs for a while. The nurse comes back to see how you are and giggles at your company. “Such handsome boys,” she says, “who’s the lucky one?” 

To which they all say, “Me.” She declares them the funniest bunch of boys she’s ever met. 

#the marauders #marauders #poly marauders #poly!marauders #poly marauders x reader #poly!marauders x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #remus lupin fanfiction #sirius black fanfiction #james potter fanfiction #remus lupin fic #sirius black fic #james potter fic #the marauders x reader #the marauders x fem!reader #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter

[davidastbury]

A good start in life.

I had only been working at the electrical wholesalers for a few weeks when fortune smiled upon me. One morning the member of staff who operated the automatic telephones failed to turn in; and it wasn’t the first time; management had become impatient with his absenteeism. I was in the right place at the right time when they were dithering about how the overnight orders might be transcribed. I said that I could do it; was told to get on with it and after a few weeks (being pleased with my efforts) they officially offered me the position.

I had my own office - one wall a partition to the corridor - the opposite wall was windows - the other two walls faced long tables supporting four huge recording machines. Naturally I was delighted with my new job. I started to go to work in smart clothes; had a Beatle haircut and Beatle boots. I brought three of my paintings - copies of Oskar Kokoschka’s ‘doll’ series - which caused some amusement; the department manager’s comment - ‘Well, if that’s how you see a woman cock, you need thicker glasses’.

During the day the company representatives would phone and dictate the orders they had taken; but more often than not I would switch them over to the recording machines. Before long I was able to do hilarious impersonations of their speech habits - but that’s another story. During the gaps between taking customer calls I would write up the representatives business - dividing the orders into the required sections and making sense of the order numbers (the reps were often drunk in the afternoons).

Later in the day Dorothy from accounts would come into the storehouse to collect Mr Bentham’s spools. Mr Bentham (Dorothy pronounced it ‘Mr. Ben-thum’) spent his day talking into his tape-recorder; she also collected the orders I had written and prepared for distribution. I think I have mentioned before about the effect Dorothy had on the men. She wiggled her way along the aisles, struggling to retain composure, aware of the tidal-wave of lust surging through the warehouse. Men would howl like baboons from the tops of ladders, columns of boxes toppled, clerks jumped down from high stools to propose marriage, ringing phones were ignored - it couldn’t have been more chaotic if Jane Fonda had walked into Alcatraz.

My transcripts were done in longhand - I knew that the only important thing was that my writing was legible - and as such I was free to vary my handwriting styles. Sometimes I wrote in a childish ‘joined-up’ mode, similar to the way you were taught as a seven-year-old. Other times I used a high speed journalist’s scrawl; or a girlish backhand; or become creative with certain letters, or an exaggerated punctuation with lots of commas and the use of ‘viz’ ‘ibid’ etc. Best of all was when I used Elizabethan flourishes - copying the way the virgin queen signed parliamentary documents and death sentences.

I got a meagre amount of feedback - some people were amused, some irritated. But I didn’t get the opportunity to develop my line of comedy much further - one afternoon the boss - the big boss - kicked back the door of my office and stood glaring at me. Even when he smiled he was frightening - and on this occasion he wasn’t smiling. He came towards me holding up one of my transcripts … all he said was …

‘Cut !’ ‘It !’ ‘Out !’

[redroomwidows]

I don’t want loki avenger au’s anymore, i want ragnarok loki and tva loki.

I can’t be bothered to write it though so…

#the way i would kill for an asgardian reader who was forced into marrige with loli after avengers because odin think it would calm him down #like they would be friends or kn good terms and thats why they chose her but during dark world they get closer and in ragnarok its an #actual marriage #ANYWAY #some loki ragnorok wife reader would be nice #you can tell this has been my daydream for the past week #STOP NOT ME PUTTING LOLI NOT LOKI #IGNORE MY BIG THUMS #loki x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki odinson x you #loki odinson x y/n #loki laufeyson x y/n #loki laufeyson x you #im tagging this so writers will see it #and so im reasured im not the only one

[chrisevansjellybeans]

Promotion | Ransom Drysdale

You get a promotion at work but the celebration doesn't go exactly as planned. Ransom has the perfect way to make it up to you.

Warnings: smut, swearing, ransom being ransom but then soft!ransom

Everyone knew that Ransom Drysdale was an asshole. He was mean, sarcastic and blunt to almost everyone he met. But not with you. Sure, he had his moments but for the most part the Ransom Drysdale you knew, your Ransom, was kind, caring and attentive. He made you smile when you were sad. He would always rest his hand on your thigh when the two of you would take drives in his Beemer. And if you asked extra nicely, he would sometimes share his secret talent of playing the piano for you. To you, Ransom was the perfect gentleman.

Except for tonight.

“You’re being a fucking bitch right now, Y/N.” He snapped as he threw his coat over the chair in the corner of your shared room.

“Oh I’m being a bitch because I don’t want you flirting with the goddamn waitress right in front of me?”

He rolled his eyes as he unhooked his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves. “You caused a scene.”

You let out a humorless laugh as you attempted-and failed-to unzip your dress.

“A scene? Ransom, I very nicely asked her to back off. You think that was a scene? I could have given you a whole Broadway musical if I wanted to.” You hissed, cursing as you still struggled with the dress.

Ransom grumbled as he stomped over to you and unzipped the stubborn zipper. You didn’t even bother to say thank you as you yanked off the dress and threw it on the floor. You could feel the tears welling up, but you refused to let them fall. Tonight was supposed to be special. You had just gotten a promotion at work. One that you had been working your ass off for the last three months. And now the whole night was marred by an argument that didn’t need to happen.

“God, you are so insecure. It was nothing.” Ransom’s glare was heated as he took in the deep maroon lingerie set you had underneath.

“Why are you being such a dick?” You spun around, angrily wiping away the few tears that fell. “You ruined tonight for me.”

“You ruined it yourself, sweetheart. Grow up.” He snapped. He gave you one last look before walking into the closet and changing into a pair of joggers and a crew neck.

You stood there in utter disbelief. Ransom was never like this with you in the last two years that you had been with him. Had everything before this just been an act?

Ransom completely ignored you as he moved about the room getting ready for bed.

“I can’t believe you.” You muttered. Slowly you began getting ready for bed yourself. You walked into the closet and took off the lingerie, your tears falling as you did so. You carefully set it back in the beautiful box it came in and shoved it to the back of your stuff. You threw on a pair of shorts and one of Ransom’s old hoodies, his scent wrapping you in the hug that he sure as hell wasn’t going to give you.

When you walked out he was already in bed, his reading glasses perched on the tip of his nose which was buried in a book. Silently you walked past him and finished your night routine in the bathroom. When you finished brushing your teeth and washing your face you looked in the mirror and winced. You looked exactly how you felt: tired and sad. Your eyes were puffy and red and your cheeks stained with tear trails. You splashed some cold water on your face hoping it would help but it didn’t do much.

Ransom was in the same position when you exited the bathroom. You walked over to your side of the bed but didn’t get in.

“What are you doing?” His voice was still sharp as he let out a sigh and set his book down on his lap.

Your eyes snapped to his and you just shook your head. You grabbed your phone and the glass of water that was on your nightstand.

“I’m sleeping in the guest room.”

“Now you’re really being dramatic.” He laughed. “So just calm down and get in bed."

“Do not talk to me like that, Hugh.” Ransom’s eyes widened slightly at the use of his first name. “I love you but you have been nothing but terrible to me tonight. And I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you that you can’t let one night be about me and my achievements, but I’m so done with it. So I’m going to the guest room because honestly the thought of laying next to you right now is the last thing I want to do.”

You didn’t give him a chance to respond as you stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind you. Your hand was shaking as you took it from the door. For a moment you didn’t move, waiting to see if he would come for you. But he didn’t. So you straightened yourself up and walked down the hall to your room for the night.

-------

You tossed around the bed, unable to find a comfortable sleeping position. You let out a frustrated sigh as you turned on the bedside lamp. Tears of frustration, sadness and tiredness came to the surface once again but this time you didn’t hold them back. You brought your knees to your chest as you cried into them.

“Baby?” You sniffed and looked up to see Ransom slowly opening the door.

“Go away, Ransom.” You mumbled. You could not go another round with him. Not anymore.

“Honey, I’m so sorry.” He ignored your command and walked over slowly before sitting down next to you on the side of the bed. His hand hesitantly reached forward and brushed the hair that had fallen in your face away before using his thumb to wipe your tears.

“Whatever.”

“It’s not whatever. You were right, Y/N. I was being terrible and for no reason.” He tilted your head up so your eyes met his. You could see the genuine regret that shined through his blue orbs.

“You really hurt me tonight, Ran.” You could feel more tears coming.

“I know, baby. I know.” He frowned as he looked down, the shame eating away at him.

“And I’m not insecure in our relationship. Or I wasn’t...If anything you’ve brought me out of my shell. I just-I feel like it’s a normal reaction to be pissed that your boyfriend is flirting with another woman right in front of you.” Your bottom lip trembled as you defended yourself.

“Oh baby, I didn’t mean it.” He looked back at you. “Everything I said back there I didn’t mean. And that waitress had nothing on you. I shouldn’t have let her flirt with me like that and I shouldn’t have indulged in it.”

“No you shouldn’t have.” You sighed, looking away.

The both of you were quiet as you sat there, his hand now resting on your knee as he traced small patterns with his fingers. You could feel him watching you but you couldn’t look back at him.

“Come back to bed.” He said finally. “Be mad in the morning, but please come back to bed. Let me hold my girl on her big day.”

You wanted to protest but honestly you couldn’t sleep without him.

“Please.” His voice cracked as he squeezed your knee.

You nodded and he gave you a small smile. He stood up and held out his hand. Taking it, your body relaxed as he intertwined your fingers and pulled you close to him. His other hand dipped behind your neck and brought your lips up to his as he gave you a gentle kiss.

“I love you. And tomorrow is all about you. From start to finish.” He whispered as he pulled away, his nose and yours still touching.

“Okay.” You smiled. He smiled back and turned off the lamp before guiding you back to the room.

Once you both were snuggled into your bed, Ransom pulled you close so his body was hugging yours. He peppered kisses down your neck muttering “I love you” between each one. His hand that was resting on your tummy slowly moved down, rubbing lightly over your covered mound.

“Ransom.” You moaned quietly as you lightly bucked your hips.

“Shh, baby. Let me take care of you. Show you how sorry I am.” He murmured against your neck. He slipped his hand into your shorts and he let out a small chuckle.

“No panties? What happened to that sexy set you had on earlier?” He nipped at your ear. His fingers moved down and to his amusement he felt your juices coat his fingers.

“Mmmm. You gotta earn seeing that set now.” You hummed.

“Touché.” He laughed. He ran his hand over your clit and gave it a light tap. “You’re so wet, baby.”

“Ransom, please!” You pleaded.

“You want my fingers in this pussy, honey?” He shoved his leg between yours, opening you up more as he pushed one finger in. You threw your head back as he tortured you with slow thrusts of his finger.

“It’s not enough!” You whined, your hips desperately moving with his hand.

“You want two?” He smirked, slipping another finger in. His thumb made right circles over your clit. “Or maybe three?”

You let out a loud moan as another finger was added. He stretched you out as he continued whispering dirty things into your ear.

“Gotta make sure you’re nice and ready for my cock, baby.”

“Look at you, falling apart on my hand like a good girl.”

“Fuck you’re so goddamn tight, princess. Squeezing my fingers like the good little girl you are.”

“Ransom, please. No more teasing.” You whimpered. You turned your head and captured his lips with yours. It was not a pretty kiss; teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance which eventually he won.

“Whatever my baby wants.” He grunted, pulling his fingers out. Your body buzzed with anticipation as Ransom maneuvered your body so you were under him and he was hovering over you. He slid your shorts down your legs and pulled your shirt off, his hands brushing across your nipples as he dragged them down your body. Swiftly he flipped you over so your chest was flush against the mattress, your ass in the air.

“My beautiful, special girl.” He muttered to himself.

“Baby.” You whined impatiently.

“I am so proud of you,” he grabbed his cock and lined it up with your entrance. Leaning down he rubbed the tip of his engorged member through your wetness. “You know that don’t you?”

You didn’t have a chance to respond as he sunk fully into you. You gasped, arching your back and pushing back against his hips. Ransom pulled out just enough to leave the tip in before slamming back into you.

“You feel so good, princess.” He cooed, his thumb brushing over your puckered hole. You let out another whine as his motions remained deep and slow.

“Harder, Ransom. Faster.” Wiggled your butt impatiently.

Ransom growled as leaned forward, his arms entrapping you as his chest laid heavy on your back. The vulgar sound of his cock sliding easily in and out of your warm heat had you nearing your release

“Look at me, baby. I wanna see you when you come.” He moaned out. You turned your head, your lips falling open as you took in his lust blown eyes. Ransom captured your lips in a heated kiss. “Let go for me, honey.”

Your body writhed as you let yourself succumb to the pleasure he was giving you. Ransom raised himself up and continued to fuck you through your orgasm, pulling you to another one.

“Fuck!” Ransom’s hips stuttered as he splayed his hands over your ass. He let out a low groan as he spilled himself inside of you.

Ransom fell to the side of you, pulling you close to his chest. You let out a contented sigh as he ran his fingers up and down your arm.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered into the dark room. Even in the dead of night you could feel the intense gaze of his blue eyes.

“I know, Ran. I forgive you.” You kissed his chest, your fingers now toying with the small tufts of chest hair that you loved so much.

“I love you.” He muttered as he gave you a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you too. Now get some sleep because we are shopping all day tomorrow.” You teased, knowing full well that a day spent at the shops was the last thing Ransom liked to do.

Instead of a groan, Ransom let out a laugh as he kissed you again. “Can’t wait.”

#chris evans imagine #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #chris evans smut #ransom drysdale smut

[meaninglessblah-writes]

How about 90 + 33? #200528

Thank you for the prompt  ♥ Wasn’t sure which pairing you were after, so I’ve gone with some gen DamiJay. 

90 “I’m almost there, just hang on.” + 33 “Hey look at me, just breathe, okay?

Jason bites the tail end of the gauze between his teeth and pulls tight, watching the neat, fresh row of stitches disappear beneath the white cloth. He’s agitated, blood thumming from the last dregs of adrenaline and irritation that comes with a family friendly mission. 

He’s so sick of being Bruce’s bloodhound. Someone he can send to sniff out the scent, do all the legwork - only to drop in at the last minute and ‘handle it’. 

Jason’s completely fucking capable of handling an arms deal himself, thank you very fucking much. He’d been tailing Sionis’ men for months before Bruce had shown up with his ragtag team of vigilantes to ever-so-kindly take it off Jason’s plate. Thanks for the intel, the professionals will take it from here. 

And like goddamn amateur hour, it’d ended in a shitfight. They’d drawn knives, so the Bats had drawn knives, and then someone had cut the power. Jason had leapt back into the fray immediately. Taken a switchblade into his brachial artery for his trouble, and lost track of whatever other wounds the colourful band of siblings had weathered before they’d managed to cuff the majority of the small time dealers. 

Jason had forgone the afterparty in favour of skulking home to lick his wounds and down some whiskey in a blessedly Bat-free environment. Left the rounding up of the last of the thugs to Robin and Nightwing, who had taken to the rooftops in a way that reminded Jason far too much of pixie boots and an old man’s smile. 

Jason rubs a palm into his chest, flexing his bicep to test the constriction of the bandage, and downs another finger of whiskey from the bottle. He’s not usually big on drinking, but something about tonight called for something stronger to smooth down his edges. 

He’s barely started preparing to disinfect his needle and pack up his supplies before he hears the godawful crash of something falling through the window of his second bedroom, the unoccupied one where he keeps his training mats and dumbbells. Feels the reverberation through the timber floorboards up into his shins as he rises from his stool with a spiral of fury. 

“That better be one huge fucking rat,” Jason’s angry tone filters through from the kitchen, growing in volume as he rounds the corner into the hallway, “or someone’s about to get their ass-” 

He freezes when he catches sight of Damian, framed by the door frame, slumped back against the sill. Knees knocking and palm all but sewn to his stomach, holding back the tide of sickly red bubbling over his washed out fingers. 

He looks genuinely remorseful beneath Jason ire, which is leaching out of him in a tingling rush to be replaced by horror the longer he stands there. “Just the rat,” he murmurs, and goes down to one knee, uncoordinated. 

“Jesus fuck,” Jason gasps, and sprints the length of the hallway to meet the teen. 

Damian’s down to one hand by the time Jason reaches him, breaths sharp and shaky, heaving tight and neat around the swell of his ribs. Jason can tell he’s in pain, a lot of it, and maybe hasn’t managed to remove the intrusion, if he’s moving as stilted as he is. His hands flutter for a moment as he catalogs, and then years of training under Alfred’s steady hand kick in, and Jason tests the kid’s hold. 

He’s got enough pressure on the wound for now, but from the way he hisses, and how quickly his strength is fading, Jason can tell he needs a patch job and fast. He eases Damian onto his back, settling him on the timber as Robin hisses and bears teeth at the movement, brow washing into pain as soon as he’s still. 

“What was it?” Jason demands, categorising as he does a quick sweep of the kid’s body for any more punctures. “Knife? Bullet?” 

“Knife,” Damian confirms between gritted teeth, eyes clenched tight on the wash of agony as he’s jostled. 

“Hang on for me,” Jason instructs, pressing his palm down against Damian’s knuckles to encourage him to hold tight. “Gonna get you some stitches.” 

If Damian acknowledges it in the groan Jason hears as he bolts back down the hallway, he doesn’t discern it. He scrambles for the first aid kit sprawled across the counter top, pawing through until he can find a clean needle and a bottle of disinfectant. 

“Todd,” Damian’s voice filters through, distant and waning. 

“I’m almost there, just hang on,” Jason shouts back over one shoulder, snagging a length of wire and spinning back for his impromptu patient. 

Damian’s shucked his gloves by the time Jason staggers to his knees at the kid’s side. Jason does his best not to glance aside at the stained kevlar, focusing instead on squeezing his fingers into the gaping hole of his suit to tear it wider. It’s a hard task; the reinforced weave is designed to specifically resist this treatment, and Jason’s forearms are aching by the time he manages to make a seam big enough to work within. 

Damian looks pale, his lashes blinking slowly open and shut as Jason threads his needles and dips it. He realises belatedly that he should have put on gloves, should have disinfected the wound first. Then Damian groans, soft and fleeting, and Jason discards that in favour of keeping the damn Bat alive. 

“Hang in there, kiddo,” he soothes, and pinches the skin, pressing the gash closed to verbal disagreement. “I know it hurts. Gotta sew you up. Hold on just a bit longer for me.” 

Damian nods, slow and lethargic, and Jason shoots him glances between looping his thread through the kid’s skin. He’s not even halfway done before Damian’s eyes close and don’t reopen, and panic grips Jason by the throat. 

He lifts his free hand - smeared with drying blood now - to tap Damian firmly on the cheek. The little Robin stirs, lashes sweeping slow over his cheekbones and eyes roaming until he finally locates Jason above him. 

“Hey look at me, just breathe, okay? Nice and deep. All the way to your toes.” 

Damian’s brow pinches like he has something to say about Jason’s cloying tone, but he does it nonetheless, his rib cage swelling with his inhale. 

“That’s it,” Jason praises, the words an afterthought as he refocuses on the wound. “Doing great, kid. You hit your beacon yet?” 

When no answer comes, Jason glances up to find Damian’s lids have slid closed again. 

“Hey!” Jason demands, smacking him hard this time. Damian stirs, but even he can see the lethargy swimming behind those green lens. “Have you called for help yet, Robin?” 

Damian blinks at him, uncomprehending. “I…” 

Jason grunts and ties off his thread, knotting it tight. The lack of vocal disapproval makes his stomach twist as he reaches up to press two fingers to the comm in Robin’s ear. “Say something for them, kid. They need to hear you’re okay. They won’t listen to me.” 

“Robin,” Damian sighs, and his lips tremble around the syllables. 

Jason waits, but when no further words are forthcoming, he shifts to press his thumb against the newly stitched wound. 

Damian’s snarl hitches into a sharp shout of pain, features awash with agony until Jason hears the murmur of a concerned Bat in his ear. He lifts his thumb, ignoring the sigh of relief Damian gives him for the motion as he gathers his things and climbs to his knees. 

The Bats will locate him through any of the thousand trackers probably embedded in the kid's suit, Jason’s sure. They’re much more prompt about coming to their Robins’ aid after the first unfortunate incident, he can attest to that. It’s when he goes to swing up to his feet, supplies in arm, that a hand flashes out to snag his trousers. 

Jason glances down at the shaking fingers, pale and washed out with the lack of blood, and flicks his gaze up to Damian’s face. “Thank you,” the boy croaks, and Jason gives him a nod that eases some of the concern from the kid’s brow. That hand slumps back to the timber, grip weak as Jason steps over him. 

Seems like he should be expecting more company tonight. 

If you want to ask me more questions, check out my list of prompts and quote the 6-digit number in the tags :)

#jason todd #damian wayne #jason todd/damian wayne #franticvampirereads #200528 #meaninglessblah answers

[yblchth]

‘ i haunted this house first. there is no room for you here. ’ :p

   “  Oh  wearing  big  britches  tha  is ? I  see  not  thas  name  on  this  particular  home  ,  though reeks  it  does  of  you  I’ve  decided  to  ignore  it .  Bored  tha  ,  huh ?  No  chores  to  do  for  thums  master  ?  ” a  scoff  . dismissive  in  tone  .  “ Leave  us  alone  . I’m  trying  to  write  something  here  and  the  entirety  of   you  is  blocking  my  light  . ”

#cio: get away from me you condensed food platter in a skin suit #vojvode #answered

[greencrusader13]

All Were Innocent Once: Chapter 4 - A Landing of Sorts

Following their daring escape, Tyar Kiht wakes up in an unfamiliar part of the Smuggler’s Moon...

Thanks to everyone who’s been reading so far! If you’re enjoying the tales of my SWTOR OC’s please like and/or reblog. Any feedback or constructive criticism would also be great. I’m going to try to make my uploads more consistent with updates every other Saturday, but we’ll see how well that turns out.

FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13118981/1/All-Were-Innocent-Once

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17043032/chapters/40071173

           Everything of Tyar’s hurt. As consciousness gradually returned to him, the pain was the first to reach his thoughts. He pushed himself to his knees and blinked away the black, letting his vision focus on the rubble beneath him. Tyar coughed, wincing at the tightness deep within his chest. He began to cry. His arm hurt and bled from scraping along the concrete, and home was gone. Dad was gone too, probably.

Through his tears he began taking in his surroundings. They seemed to have crashed in some sort of derelict storefront; empty shelves lined the walls, some even turned over, and a fair amount of litter and dust had settled on the floor over an unknown amount of time. In his hands he still held the control wheel, which he’d seized from Cirak after his big brother had fallen unconscious. From the looks of it, he’d at least piloted the speeder to a landing, albeit a rough one.

           Tyar gasped as recollected Cirak’s injury and subsequent fainting. He called out for his brother as he spun wildly, but his voice only came out in a hoarse croak. The speeder lay several feet behind him, half-encased in fallen debris and severely damaged, but Cirak still sat in the driver’s seat, slumped over. Tyar scrambled over the wreckage, ignoring the stinging in his palms as he pressed himself to his feet, and limped to the speeder. Loose metal creaked under Tyar’s weight, a testament to the damage the vehicle had sustained.

           Cirak did not wake at Tyar’s approach. He didn’t even move. “Cee?” Tyar looked over his brother, at all the cuts and pains he’d endured in getting them out. He looked like a broken toy. Cirak’s chest rose and fell in slow shallow breaths that barely even seemed to escape his mouth. A swell of terror formed in Tyar’s stomach, and he began shaking him. “Cee…please,” he whimpered, “Don’t leave me alone. Cee…Ce-cee pl-pl-p...” Sudden wailing stifled the words in his throat, and he pressed his face to Cirak’s breast as a shield against the overwhelming horror.

           The dull, faint thum beat harder against Tyar’s ear.

           “Cee!”

           Cirak Kiht stirred, wheezing, and his eyes jolted wide with sudden consciousness before falling slack. He gasped, hand grasping at his side, and for the first time Tyar noticed a sharp piece of fragmented metal pierced between his lower ribs. Cirak ran his palm over it before falling back against his seat again, his hand coated in red. Wetness misted over Cirak’s eyes, and his gasping increased to a faster rhythm. Fear strangled the air around them.

           “You’re hurt,” Tyar said, looking him over.

           “Yeah kid.”

           “I-I’ll go get help. There’s gotta be someone around here who-”

           But Cirak didn’t appear as though he’d heard. His eyes had narrowed into red lines filled with determination that fought back the agony clearly wracking his body. With gentle pats Cirak began to frisk himself, eventually settling on a cartridge within his jacket pocket, which he then produced. “Tyar, do you still have Dad’s blaster?”

           Tyar looked around the seats, eventually spying the weapon lying on the passenger seat floor. He turned it over to Cirak, who took it from his grasp with surprising force. Teeth gritted, Cirak proceeded to remove the emptied clip and reloaded with shaking hands. He then handed the blaster back to Tyar. Cirak’s bloodied handprint stained the grip.

           “Go.”

           Tyar pressed the blaster against his chest. “What?”

           “Go,” Cirak repeated with a dismissive, exhausted wave, “Get out of here. Find somewhere safe. I’m really hurt and I-” he grimaced and fought back a choked sob, looking skyward “-I don’t know if I’m going to be okay or not. I can’t put you in-”

           “No!”

           “I can’t put you in danger!” Cirak snapped hoarsely, “We don’t know if those guys are going to come looking for their speeder or not, and I can’t let anything bad happen to you by slowing you down. Not to mention anyone else who might see us as easy prey for a mugging. You can hide better. Dad wouldn’t me to endanger you. I don’t want that.”

           “Cee…”

           “Tyar, just go. Find somewhere – anywhere – safe.”

           Tyar brought himself to meet his brother’s gaze and found his eyes full of conviction. There would be no talking him out of staying, and he knew well enough that he lacked the strength to carry him against his will. Dragging him would only tire them both out, and in Cirak’s shape he wouldn’t last much longer if exerted.

And yet if Tyar abandoned him then the speeder would be his grave. There had to be someone around who could help.

“Okay, I’ll go,” Tyar lied, wiping tears from his cheeks with the back of his hand. “I’ll go f-fast. I’ll leave you.”

Cirak forced a teeth-clenched smile. “Good.” He grunted and clutched his side again. Blood still seeped through his fingers. “You’re going to be fine. Kihts always get by. We always get by.”

Dad’s old words brought up another lump in Tyar’s throat, which he fought back. “I love you Cee.”

“I know kid.”

Tyar wrapped his arms around Cirak’s neck and pressed his forehead to his throat, letting himself feel Cirak’s breathing in case he was to never feel it again. He felt Cirak wince, but in the moment he didn’t care. Dad hadn’t hugged them like it might be goodbye when he left, and now they’d never get the chance. On the chance that he didn’t return in time, Tyar couldn’t let their final minutes as brothers pass through his fingers.

After stepping away from the speeder, Tyar exited the alleyway they’d crashed into and looked towards the skyline. They were far from home  now, having landed in a part of the sprawling mega-city he’d never ventured into, let alone been allowed near. The tops of the skyscrapers were no longer even visible from the depths they’d reached, concaving into a shroud of dark that covered the entire undercity. Flickering lights guided his way down a street marred by indications of disrepair. Traffic had all but ceased, and Tyar couldn’t so much as hear the distant hum of vehicles that should’ve been flying overhead. Even the air felt still, stagnant even, full of foulness.

He approached the end of the street as the road curved rightward. Tyar neared the railing just before the turn and looked over its edge. Somehow they still weren’t even near the deepest parts of Nar Shaddaa. Barren dark met his gaze just as it always had, and for a moment he wondered if the moon even had a true surface or if it emptied into space itself. A knot formed in his stomach at the thought, and he stepped away, fearing that it would consume him if he stared for too long.

He passed through a corridor, and Tyar found himself in a dimly lit plaza of sorts. Merchants sat in corners, ready to peddle their wares upon anyone who came too close. Dad had warned him about them before. “They’re like predators with a nose for credits. Once they have you they won’t let go until they have what they want, and many won’t stop until you’re bled dry,” he’d said. Tyar doubted they’d bother a kid to quite the same extent, but even then…

But they were people, and the first ones he’d seen who weren’t shooting at him. More than that, they were Cirak’s only hope for survival.

Tyar slipped Cirak’s blaster into the back of his pants and stepped towards a pinkish-orange alien, whose three eyes all shifted to look at him upon his approach. He’d seen them around Nar Shaddaa frequently; they were Grans, or at least that’s what he thought they were called. The Gran stared down at him.

“My brother…uh…” Tyar switched between all three of the Gran’s eyes, unsure of which to focus on. “My-my brother needs help. He-”

The Gran cut him off with something unintelligible and folded his bloated arms across his chest.

“Um, I don’t know what you’re saying,” Tyar said, then darted off, leaving the Gran there shrugging.

Tyar felt a brief spark of panic in his heart as he regarded the area. There were few aliens in the plaza to begin with, the vast majority of them aliens. Who knew how many of them even spoke Galactic Basic or Huttese, and of the ones who did, would be willing to help him at all. Philanthropy was not a common pastime on Nar Shaddaa; even he knew that.

Several meters away he found a pair of rodian shopkeepers sitting on a green mat which was frayed at its edges. As Tyar started towards them his eyes caught a robed woman sitting against a near wall. Though her eyes were obscured by a deep umber hood, she seemed to regard him, and the brim of her hood followed his pace. Tyar slowed. There was something odd about her presence, a feeling he couldn’t quite place words on. Something familiar? A sense of unease filled him at her sight, and he once again turned to face the rodian merchants, this time moving quicker than before.

The rodians looked towards him as he drew closer, their inky eyes exchanging a quick glance as the one furthest to the back rose from a pile of assorted wares and scrapes. He then joined the first at his side. An astromech droid beeped beside the first rodian, its head rotating a full orbit before returning to wobbling back-and-forth. Tyar couldn’t help but grin at it, but his smile quickly faded as he found himself under the stares of the merchants.

“It’s a kid. Looks a little beat up,”

“Yeah I can see that.” The second turned to Tyar. “Looking to buy something kid? Parents give you credits?”

They both spoke Huttese, which was a small relief. Even though he didn’t speak it as well as Dad or Cirak, Tyar knew a little, and understood even more. “Brother…big brother… is ouch. Need help. Fix.” Tyar gripped his own ribs, lurching over for added effect.

“I think he wants to buy a medpac.”

The second clapped the first on the back of the head. “I’m not deaf you idiot.” Back to Tyar, he added, “Medpacs are fifty credits. No refunds if it’s faulty.”

Tyar frowned. “No credits. I-”

“No credits, no business,” the second said, “Buzz off kid.”

“Yeah kid, buzz off.” The first’s chittering garnered a disapproving stare from his companion.

Tears returned to his eyes, beckoned by fear. “I need it!” Tyar wailed, starting for their supplies.

The second rodian placed a stiff hand on Tyar’s shoulder and shoved, sending him to the ground. Tyar landed hard on his back, and he gasped as the wind was knocked out of him. He coughed and then pushed himself upright. The rodians didn’t so much as even look at him anymore; he was now a non-entity in their minds, so long as they couldn’t get credits out of him.

Fury boiled within Tyar, one mixed with frustration and anguish. Finding a medpac for Cirak now felt like a secondary goal. In that instant – more than anything else – he wanted to hurt them for their selfishness. Tyar glowered at them and bared his fangs.

The rodian pair went rigid, their hands darting up to grasp at their thin necks in near-perfect synchronization. Frenzied choking escaped their mouths, but despite their struggles they could not find air. The invisible noose around their necks only seemed to grow tighter, and Tyar felt as though it were in his hands. He pulled it, willed it on. Their lives didn’t matter as much as Cirak’s, and they didn’t deserve theirs if Cirak couldn’t have his.

“That’s enough.”

The telepathic rope that had strangled the rodians seemed as though snapped, and the pair fell to their knees with hacking coughs. Tyar turned at the sound of the voice, finding the woman from before standing over him. For the first time he could see beneath her hood, as well as that she was human. Wrinkled skin highlighted the thinness of her face, the depressions deep along her forehead and beneath her blue eyes. Despite this she seemed beautiful, motherly, and the anger in his heart subsided momentarily.

The woman stepped past him just as the rodians got to their feet. Before either of them could react to her presence, she waved her hand in a smooth arcing motion towards them. “You will both return to your homes. Tomorrow, before you come here, you will take the time to donate generously to the poor.”

Both rodians stared straight ahead in a trancelike state. Then they blinked, resuming their regular posture. “Let’s go home,” the second said flatly, and the first nodded in agreement. They both pivoted and began packing up their belongings.

Tyar watched her cautiously. “Why did you do that?”

“Wrath is not our way.”

Our way? Tyar could only stare slack-jawed. He had no words for the confusion he felt. How did she make them leave? Even more than that, how was it that Tyar had made them choke in the first place?

“You said your brother was hurt?” she continued, her voice serene, “I may be able to help him.”

Her words replaced all other thoughts in Tyar’s mind, rousing him from his own astonishment. Cirak! He reached for her, pulling her along without as much as another word. To his surprise her hand seemed as though already outstretched to take his own.

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[kendracs]

How to find

Summary: "Doesn t mean anything to you that I come this far to find you?"

"Doesn't mean anything to you that I come this far to hide from you?"

"No, no it doesn t. Because you weren t running from me. You were running from yourself. But you can’t leave me behind. I’m selfish and the only way I know how to love is selfish too. I won’t let you go again"

M rated for adult themes.

Disclaimer: I don`t own pokemon. Though I did get inspiration from some scenes of Grey`s Anatomy, Gossip Girl and some fics I read a long time ago and I can´t even remember the names but some scenes got stuck on my head.

A/N: Again My first tongue is Spanish not English so forgive my grammar and misspelling mistakes, I couldn`t find someone to help me edit this, (please if you want to help me imbox?) Also the chapter was going to be much longer but I think it was good to leave it where it is.

  FF.net (chapter 1 is here too)

Chapter 2

.x.-----Colors------.x.

 What she find is not a beginning at all. Is more like that dream-like-place you drift to with closed eyes when you have nowhere to go.

News about her father spread fast and soon enough is what everyone is talking about. People buy magazines and newspapers eager to find out what happened to one of the most beloved gym leaders of Hoen. The gossip is so big that even people in the secluded town in Aloa- where she is staying- are talking about it.

“Did you hear? He had an affair with a girl younger than him”

“Surely it was that kind of girls you know. I truly feel for the wife though. There is always someone younger and more beautiful”

“They said there is a child! Can you believe it? A child out of his marriage! How scandalous”

“Their marriage is ending up so messily, I heard that their kid, a young trainer, is stepping up to take care of the gym”

“I could have swear that they had an older child, a girl”

“Oh, she is coordinator, and not a good one I think”

May just make herself tiny and ignore the conversation around her, as little by little color keeps draining fromf her sight.

Everything is shades of gray, black and white this days.

-» «-

When she first landed after days and days of traveling she had find out that she was in Aloa and there was still 5 months for the contest season to begin.

It was only a week later that the news about her parents divorce spread and part of her wanted to go back home and support her mother, hear her father, hug her brother. But when she had called, Caroline had dismissed her and told her to keep a low profile. Max had been send to the Orange Islands with Professor Eve to study.

Her mother had been protecting her children from the painful way media had reacted.

There were articles about her family everywhere, about everything. Some true, some false. Mostly hurtful.

Her friends had tried to reach her.

Misty –even if they only met once so long ago.

Ash –Surprisingly since they had lost touch years before.

Brook – Fatherly Brook that now was some sort of doctor or something like that?

Solidad –Dearest sisterly-motherly Solidad.

Harley- Like…Really?

Brianna –She barely remember her but she had called anyway

Dawn –Witty, sweet Dawn that has kicked her ass so long ago.

And… and Drew-She could barely think about that one without flinching.

She ignore them all and turn off her phone.

They portrayed her father as an awful person and her mother as a stupid woman.

She knows they are not. But some part of her is so bitter because they were exactly that.

They never talked about the happy times, about their love. At this point –where there lawyer in the middle, scandalous trues coming to light by both sides and acrimonious words exchanged- May truly believed that even her parent had forgotten about it.

May didn´t and perhaps that was what wounded the most.

Maybe it was only part of life. Love and forget. She was still waiting for the later.

Drew.

She loves him. She knows she does. But this love is nothing like love was supposed to feel, like she always dreamed when she was a little kid.

No this feel like falling in black abysm, a bottomless abysm. She feels like falling even though she already hit the floor. And it hurt, oh, so much. But the feeling doesn´t stops because even if she reached rock bottom the emptiness in her stomach, the sensation of vertigo remains and is killing her, ripping her to shards.

Because when everything is going downhill she thought she would have him. But she doesn´t and so she sinks into that sensation because there is nothing to hold her back.

-» «-

The girls in Aloa are so beautiful with tanned skin and slender bodies. Their hairs are so colorful – bright pink, light blue, daring violet, sexy red and shiny yellow- And May feels so plain beside them.

She can´t help to remember the beautiful girl with summer sunlight in her hair that stole Drew´s heart. How her curves were seductive yet elegant and how her own are not that impressive, she even feels kinda round in places she shouldn’t. Her skin doesn’t look as flawless as other girls does, and when she is the street or other places where are a lot of people she want to hide so she looks at the floor and pretends that she is not there.

Her self-esteem is so down in the floor that is buried by piles of dust and mud.

That is until she meet Gary Oak.

-» «-

She meets Gary the second month she is in Aloa when she bumps into him. Till this point no one knows where she is, she hasn´t told anyone and had keep interaction with other people to minimum. So when Gary start talking to her she is half glad half apprehensive. They click in all the right ways. He is loud and exuberant, flirty and arrogant, sassy and with a brash manner that May find very refreshing. He is also very funny in a more dark-sarcastic way. But she can take his attitude and bite back because they are so much alike being so damn different

“Why did you decide to talk me?” She ask one day when they are having ice cream and she is stealing of his cone.

He chastised her hand with a playful spal before looking at her “I don´t know. I guess I could see myself in you. I don´t want to be alone either” He says casually, but she understands all the hidden implication.

She knows he is a famous researcher, one of Ash childhood friends – Oh imagine the surprise- and he also had his heart broken. Just like her.

Apparently the two broken people chose the same place to scape. How fitting.

Soon enough is obvious they are attached by the hip, where one goes the other follows morning coffees, late dinners, and silly old movies in lazy afternoons. And when he is around she doesn´t feels so lonely anymore. Drew is still in her head, he is like that annoying raw place in the eyeglasses that don´t let you see clearly, but you can`t take the glasses away because then you can`t see at all, so you`re stuck with this constant annoyance at the side of your eye if you don`t want to go blind into the world.

Blind sounds so appealing sometimes.

But now thing are better because Gary is there to give color to her days. He is like the soft brown of the earth, grounding her to reality, showing her a whole new path.

He is different than her in a lot of things, he likes partying, for one, and she never been in a party, so in her seventeen birthday, the legal age to do everything, he insist for them to go to a club.

She don´t want to voice her insecurities but he seem to catch on it anyway. And he is so understanding. So when he takes her to one of those clothes stores –“Take this as your gift, I, the great Gary Oak don´t go shopping with girls. I mean come on what do I look like? A Gay friend?”-And she is only slightly hesitant when he shoves a black little dress at her – I think that will do, he says- When she is out of the changing room he is flirting with one of the workers of the shops so she only rolls her eyes and laugh.

The dress shows all the curves she didn´t know she had, is sultry but somewhat elegant and when Gary´s thumb goes up she doesn´t hesitate to take it home with her.

But the dress is only the beginning. Because after he is shoving her in front a woman that start working in her hair and her face.

She can barely believe that the girl-woman that look at her from the other side of the mirror is her. She doesn´t recognize herself.

“See? You are beautiful” The Gary in the mirror says, she can see his smirk in front of her and feel his warmth behind her.

Their relationship is not romantic, they are the best kind of friends really, even if sometimes she doesn´t understand quite well what the implication of this friendship are. But his words do make her feel really beautiful.

This is the first time in so long that she felt really beautiful.  The first time she feel in control just like when she was in a scenery making a performance.

-» «-

The club is thriving with people, energy and happiness. She is truly awed and doesn´t realize that she is frozen in one place close to the doors they had come in until Gary shoves her shoulder with amusement showing in all his face.

There are so many colors!

The lights shine in a dance of color that change with the music beats. Red- bum- Purple –tun, tun tun- blue –ban- yellow –dum dum-  Green –prum, prum- yellow –thum- and all over again.

She doesn´t like to think in yellow or green. Because her hair is yellow while his eyes are green. And the ache in her heart. Oh the ache.

Just for that, sometimes she is grateful that all she can see are shades of gray in her day-by-day life.

But when Gary press a glass with blue liquid in her hand, and when she drowns it and it´s sickly sweet flavor hits it´s warm way in her stomach and dizziness overcomes her head, she sees all kind of colors, and for once Green and yellow are not that bad. They don´t hurt. Nothing does.

Glass after glass make wonders in her body and her mind and the more glasses find its way to her hand less and less her problems seem to matter. Because in the sweetness of her little magic potion there are no place for her mother, her father or Drew. And as the music drowns all her worries she find herself moving her hips and arms in synchrony with the beats of the music.

For the first time in so long she feel completely and totally unlost.

She loves it.

-» «-

May and Gary find a safe sanctuary under the neon lights and the fuzziness the sweet drink brings them. This place it’s happy and nothing can haunt them here.

Here she is beautiful and she is free.

Here the broken part of her start gluing together making something new, making sense even if only for a few hours before they are shattered again. But in that time her broken self is only a ghost so far away.

Here there is no Drew to drain her thought with ghost words or vivid images.

-» «-

It have been two more months and the contest season is just around the street. She doesn´t know where the time flew.

They been traveling around, trying new clubs and staying long enough if one of them catch their attention too much.

Their dynamic has changed in all the right ways. They still not romantic involved but the walls of the prudency and modesty had fallen.

They start sharing a room, sometimes even a bed, since when? She doesn´t know, and they don´t mind too much because they only use it to stumble and pass out early in the mornings.

Gary holds her hair –Long, every time longer because pretty girls have long hair- when May is hunched over the toilet, those times when the biting cold of the tiles on her bare knees of the bathroom makes her feel dirty and stupid. And May caress his hair those nights when he start crying for reasons he won`t tell her, she never mentions noting the next morning because she know he doesn´t remember.

They also save each other when unwanted company try to get too close in the club, not that they reject all company altogether. Sometimes with her marshmallow senses and muffled awareness she find herself kissing a pretty boy, she almost never remember their names or faces but she know that they were pretty. As for Gary, well she doesn´t ask when he doesn´t go back to their room some nights.

There are limits they don´t cross, they are not interested in discover what is behind that invisible line they both draw together. Maybe they are just afraid to find out.

It doesn`t matter life is so good right now.

-» «-

She didn´t train too much for her first contest in this new, wonderful region. She knows that early training when her head is still kinda dizzy and her thoughts kinda muffled or afternoon when she can`t wait for the night, are not the best way to train her pokemons.

Still she gives her best because she loves her pokemon and they deserve a good trainer. Also because if she busy herself enough with her attacks and performances there is no room to think of anything else, of anyone else and she can have a productive day until night comes and she can get back to her heaven where she is untouchable.

This new paradise she just meet gives her a fresh perspective and she tries to simulate the bright colors and shiny lights in her performances. Maybe this look like a new stile and technic for her, but the true she doesn´t want to face herself is, that she is truly just trying for her night life to mixt with other aspect of her life, That way she can feel powerful for longer than a couple of hours.

Gary helps with battle training and gives her tips here and there.

It´s not that she feel confident enough when she decide to go for the first contest of the region to get her first ribbon, is just that she doesn´t care all that much as long she can either celebrate a victory or nurse a lost in the night.

Paparazzi go crazy when they see her and the attention is so overwhelming that she wish she could taste one of those blue drinks and pretend the flashes of the cameras are nothing more than a pretty cacophony of color in the night.

They ask question she can´t fully understand and they shout to get her attention, to say tight about other things she doesn`t want to think about. All she want to do is sink in the floor and disappear.  

And then Gary is there taking her away from the preying eyes hungry for her to make a mistake so they can bring her down, down, down.

“If they going to talk at least give them something to talk about” He says in a hushed tone.

The next morning there are news about her.

How she kicked everyone asses in the contest and won the first ribbon of the season.

How she apparently is in a romantic relationship with Gary Oak. They both scoff at this, and then a fit of laughter overcomes them.

Both news treated with equally importance for the media.

She doesn`t truly know to which of them Gary was referring to when he said she should give them something to talk about.

She doesn´t care.

-» «-

Her whole style has changed, she finally feels pretty like the girls on the streets and magazines, her skin is flawless, her hair longer and the constant outing and dancing made her skinnier, her legs are slender when she put on dresses or shorts, and her waist is tinier, even her face has lost all the baby fat she didn´t know she still had.

Her clothes too, changed, she no longer uses bandanas or biker shorts. Gary usually tell her what looks good on her so she can be sultry and enticing in the night and more subtle and fresh in the morning.

People like it, so she do it for them to like her too.

People are not going to like too much this particular day though.

She is wearing a faded jean short, sneakers and tank top, her hair is messy and under her eyes are bags. She feels so ugly.

At least skitty doesn´t think so because she is nuzzling her head in her leg and pressing her wet nose in her calf, May absently pats her head.

Two day away from her next contest and she is out of ideas, her head still foggy from last night and her stomach constricting every time she sips of her mug of coffee.

She is sure she is so un-pretty right now.  

But this has to go away, she has to win her next ribbon. Because this is her third contest and could be as well her third ribbon to.

If she wins people will not care she is un-pretty, they will like her anyway. She firmly tell herself.

So she is unaware of the catune that is wildly gesturing to her and her skitty. However she have little time to be surprised before she is enveloped in a bone crushing hug by a wailing guy in a costume similar to the pokemon that is looking at her with wide eyes. She doesn´t understand what the hell the guy is saying and that make her head hurt.

Please. Please just shut up.

“… And we were so worried, where…”

“Stop!, just… stop” She says, positively cutting him off of his babbling.

He takes her in, and he doesn´t seem all together happy to what he sees. She feels awful when his eyes scan her.

Back to ugly. So ugly. A loser.

His eyes dries up and narrow in an inquisitive frown.

“Where have you been?” Ask Harley in a collected manner, his voice has not the usual high pitched quality he always carry on. And that takes her aback. “Why didn´t you take our calls? We were so worried!” He seems almost serious and that make her uneasy “with all that happen with your pare…” And then he stops abruptly, there must be something in her face, because he is looking at her in a weird way.

Lies. He lies. He doesn´t worry. He never did. No one never did.

Harley green eyes are piercing through her. And there is the green, all in him is green and she still doesn´t like green at least is mixed with other colors and glimmer lights and loud music. And suddenly thing go back to be black again, and that’s the history of her life and black and white and gray are easier to handle sometimes.

There must be silence for a long time because she can see how his worriedness increase. Harley is so expressive.

“What are you talking about?”

And he sits in front of her as he tells her that Solidad, Drew –

Oh god, why, why. Please no

…and he had spent this five months trying to reach her. That they are worried for her…

Liar, liar pants on fire

…that they know what happened with her family…

Everyone know, all of them

…that they want to help

She doesn´t need help, she has she pretty color and fruity drinks. She is fine!

…That as soon as the new about her fist contest extended to other regions

Not because she won, she thinks bitterly

…they took their things and came her

It´s not fair, it´s not. This is her place, this is hers.

He speaks and she is numb, oh so numb.

She doesn`t listen because it hurts, the throbbing pain always pulsating in her blood, pumping constantly in her heart, that pain that dulls in middle of the pretty color and blinding light, is back in full force, and she is bleeding again, bleeding and bleeding and dying.

He looks at her as she is a ghost as she leaves and she doesn´t find in her to give a damn about it.

Later May drowns glass after glass and her pain is forgotten behind the burning sensation in her throat.

However the night end up with the pretty girl with brunette hair sliding down the hard wall to lay in the cold floor of the bathroom, cleaning her mouth with the back of her hand and letting the tears wet her skin. She fall sleep to the smell of her own puke.

-» «-

She didn´t win the contest.

But she can`t be disappointed. In fact she is happy. Happily dazzled.

Because yesterday she was introduced to this little white pill.

It looked so unintimidating but when it made her life positively burst in colors, and made her dance so gracefully and so free, the little white pill was a blessing. The white gave her back all of her colors and let her vanished in euphoria and it was pretty, pretty so, so, so pretty.

And she was beautiful again. She was in control again and once again, she wasn´t she. She was better.

Even now when, she close her eyes she can still see the glitter paint and neon lights, the beams of blue, specks of red, lightning strikes of purple. All behind her eyelids and dancing through her eyelashes.

She feels how the numbness of the night slowly crawl it´s way to the day. And she is happy. And free.

And then there is Solidad, there is Drew and there is Harley. And she feels pain the moment Drew eyes connect with hers, she can`t read anything in them because the green is so overwhelming.

And why is so Green.

But then Solidad is hugging her and for a moment she doesn`t need her little white pill because she is Solidad and Solidad is warm and her hugs chase the shadows away. May hugs her back, because in her arms she can be a scared child just for a little while.

“We came as soon as Harley called us” She says taken her shoulders to put some distance but she is looking at her face with worry in her eyes.

We.

Right. WE.

And no, no, Solidad why aren´t you hugging me anymore?

But out of the safety of her arms she is no child anymore and with the pill in her system she is not scared either. So she smiles.

“I don´t know what Harley told you, but don´t look so worried. I´m fine!” And she giggles goofly because she feels like it.

She can feel the calculating and unmoving glace Drew is giving her. But she discovers that if she concentrate in the pretty sensation the little blessing have in her not even him can bother her that much.

But he gets close and no, no, not even the remains of her magic pill can numb her feelings or made them pretty this time. Not whit how little of it remain running through her veins.

He is in front of her –when did Solidad moved?- and she feel shame, there are other things but the shame overpowers them and pain because that’s a constant so she doesn´t count it anymore. Because it´s pretty clear she is pain, right?

“May” He says, and he is still so beautiful that it´s not fair. His voice is deep and rich and with that world he is shattering her word into nothingness. Again.

And they are talking, Solidad and Harley are there too, she tries so hard to look collected, normal that she fails to notice what they are talking about. They are so close to her, like they afraid that she is going to run and they would be unable to catch her if they are not with one hand ready to stop her.

It´s suffocating. Solidad`s soft and sweet voice, saying thing like she is talking to a child, Drew concerned eyes piercing her soul leaving her defenseless, and Harley wary posture like she is made of glass and it´s about to fall. That all she is capable to catch in the little pauses of clarity she has.

All she been working to do with herself is slipping through her fingers and she is going to break. This was what they want? They are going to break her! They want to see her broken.

They pause and Drew is touching her face, the concern in his eyes almost tangible and Solidad is running her fingers in her hair equally  alarmed. Harley gives them a look, like he knew this was going to happen.

And just like that that moment is over because Gary – Dearest Gary - is there in the blink of an eye. He still seems to be dazzled as he put his arm around her shoulders breaking her from her rivals… no, no, not her rival she don´t deserve to be that. She is such a bad coordinator.

Gary barely register their presence before dragging her away “You have to meet my friends. You going to love them!” He exclaims and she is relived and right now she loves Gary so much. With a tiny wave to the three astonished people she is leaving behind she is out of their grasp again.

They are not far, she can feel their burning stare in the back of her head. But in that moment with Gary´s arm in her waist and her face in his chest, with another guys in front of her cracking loud laughs and smiling brightly, she doesn´t care. She doesn´t want to care.

Gary is safe and their relationship is not romantic, they just do this for each other. Let the darkness consume them and put fake lights so it´s not so bad for them.

They love each other but are in love with other person. And that`s how they work. That`s how they hurt together.

Catching glimpses of the hard stare Drew is giving her every time she moves her hear to the left, May can´t help but wish Drew can see the way Gary buries his nose in her hair when he is laughing, or how sometimes his hands wanders a little bit while he is talking, and perhaps feel some of the pain she carries inside her.

She know that is not going to happen. But she hopes anyway.

-» «-

She doesn´t know in what moment that girl star showing up in all the places she and Gary go to have fun. But she know that’s the moment everything start to go wrong.

Her name Is Leaf Green. And Gary is so sad when she is around. May feels she is losing him because every day he seem to be slipping between her finger and she can´t hold him.

Yes physically he is there but still he is somewhere else. He start leaving earlier and always with a different girl. Never with the other brunette, but May knows this is her fault. Therefore when she is in the bathroom alone and no one holds her hair or rubs her back she curses the other girl with words she can feel and pain she can´t comprehend.  

She is alone again.

-» «-

She didn´t enter a single contest since her spiky brunette haired friend starts to drive away from her. Because she knows she eventually is going to bump with one of the coordinators that can´t keep their trap shut and start disarming her carefully constructed fantasy word with their words and questions; and how is she going to face that without Gary?

However she know she have to keep getting more ribbons. Because people love her when she win ribbons and will forget her if she stop entering contests.

Gary forgot her, she doesn´t want anyone more to forget her.

Because if they don`t acknowledge she is here, she will disappear.    

The contest is full, and there is no Solidad, there is no Harley, oh if she only could be so lucky Drew wouldn´t be here either. But she is not lucky, luck left her so long ago, and so, here he is.

The beautiful brunette still loves him. Her love is masochist and always hurts her.

She doesn`t know how to unlove him so she does the best she can. She evades him.

All day she just keep finding ways to be away from him. It´s not that difficult not that easy, May is actually very clueless about his behavior. At first he seems like he is trying to catch her, to corner her; but then he is there everywhere she goes close enough for her to talk to him but looking indifferent at her presence.

And that makes her angry. Because he is there, every fucking second of every fricking minute, but doesn`t do anything. Not. A. Single. Thing.

And she is angry, and she is confused. And those feeling makes her feel so…

Small.

Powerless.

Still, in the end she wins.

Drew got beaten by someone and she defeated that someone. And so, one more ribbon.

The green haired boy –Green again, that color- seemed to be out of it from the whole contest. Like he couldn`t bring himself to make the right moves or react fast enough –and smart enough- to his opponent. She can tell because she knows him so well

May doesn`t want to worry about it but she does anyway. And that constant ache in her heart jut incrassate, and it not fair! It´s not fair because after all she`s done to make it hurt less and forget, just forget – inwardly she knows she accomplished nothing in that regard- is enough with his crestfallen expression and his out-of-his-game attitude for her to be upset again.

Because no matter how bad she want not to care, she still does.

Later in the day she sinks that worriedness with sweet fruity drinks in a dizzy head.

That night she kisses this guy she was dancing and having fun with so hard, because maybe if she does the eternal memory of Drew lips on her will stop burning in her mind.

She is not successful, granted, she had kissed boys before, this time her actions haunts her.

Next morning she wakes up at the pounding of the door. Her eyes are unfocused and her mind blurry and this awful feeling creeping in her stomach, like she did something wrong.

Gary is by her side without shirt, a shoe on and the other off hair messy and so far by the side of the bed they shared that she may fall off any second now. He is completely knocked out too.

And if he is here then who`s at the door?

-» «-

Drew is sitting in front of her in a little coffee close to her hotel.

She really shouldn`t have open the fucking door.

His face is stone and his jaw clenches and unclenches almost rhythmical, although his eyes were a softer shade of green the moment she opened the door, from the moment he had spotted Gary in the bed his expression had hardened, his eyes particularly were uncharacteristic heated. An irritation she could barely recognize from those far between moments when he truly was livid.

Maybe he had drawn the wrong conclusion. She couldn’t bring herself to care or correct him. She is still mild lightheaded and her body still tingles.

Drew is looking at her and her heartbeat is rising. Nop, she is too sober for this.

“Well” He demands.

“Well” she echoes, challenge in her voice. For this is the only way they know how to be with him. And no matter how many time she had already backed down, this time he is not winning because she doesn`t have any left to lose. Not while she is these sober anyway.

“Who’s that guy?”

“Does it matter?”

“Fuck May don`t give me that!”

“Give you what? Truly Drew who that guy is and what my relationship with him is, is not truly your business” You chose it that way, is what is left unsaid

“Says who?” Sensing this dconversation was taking another direction. An unwanted one, she quickly redirected the conversation

“Look Drew my head is hurting. I don`t need this right now. You wanted me to come here, here I am. You wanted to talk about something, so please just do so”

He looks at her barely conceiting his shock. She herself was a little dumbstruck at her own bitter yet cool way to handle the situation. Since she was prone to lash out at the tiniest incentive, her reaction caught both of them off guard.

“Ok… just, ok. Look there is… We need to talk about so many things” She tilts her head in curiosity, this is the first time he is stuttering in front of her. He notice this and compose himself, and that is the Drew she knows always putting a cold mask, she loved him that way too “But the most important thing right now is you. How are you faring? You know, with what happened with you parents”

“Aw, come on, are seriously asking me that?” Like you really care.

“I am. Now answer the question" A pause  "Please.”

“To be quite frank at this point I don`t really care” And it´s part true. She is generally so numb that she can barely care about anything anymore.

“Don`t believe you”

“Why wouldn`t you?”

“Really” He challenges her. She doesn`t back down and keeps his stare raising an eyebrow to make a better effect “For start this” He make a loose gesture in her direction “is so out of you character” He glares at her shirt. Gary`s shirt she picked out of the floor before opening the door early that day. But regardless that he is scowling at her shirt she knows he is trying to signal her whole appearance, from her messy hair and short shorts to her reading glasses and pale face “And secondly, you forgetting May, that I have known you for years now and if there is something I can tell about you is that you feel too much. Too strong. This couldn`t just pass you by without having an effect on you”

“Is that so? Is that what you believe? Well then, please illuminate me, cause I`m seem to be at lost in this regard” She is getting angry, her heart picking up the pace.

“You are emotional person May. Your heart have more weight than your head in any situation. Don`t try to look me in the face and lie, cause I know better”

“Oh! You will have to excuse me then your great grace that apparently know it all. I had no idea had figure out my character better than I am”

“Didn`t I?”

He seems so sure, he may even be right. She hates him all the more for it.

“Fuck you Drew”

“Can you stop being too defensive and pick out a fight? In normal circumstances I would glad to humor you and engage in one of the silly bickering that you seem to like so much. But I`m trying to stay serious now.” He is getting frustrated now. She can tell for the look in his eyes and the way his lips slightly purse updown.

“Yeah, because patronizing me makes this such a thoughtful conversation”

“Ok, fine. Please stop May. I`m trying here, this is not my kind of thing, I´m not the one whose good at peep talk and the sort this is Solidad kind of thing”

“And why are you even trying? No one ask this of you”

“No one did, that`s right. I`m doing because I care”

A red alarm goes on inside her head. This is an off topic. Maybe if she doesn’t acknowledge this subject it will not hurt anymore.

“Oh, yeah because that so obvious. Could have fool me”

“You are doing it again. Trying to shoot me off”

“Well it would make well it you take a hint

“This isn`t you” His eyes calculating, his posture tense. But there is something else, he seems sad.

“You dare to come here and tell me what I am? Who I am and how I feel? Who the hell do you think you are?” She hiss, barely containing her rage.

How dare he?

“I`m your friend. I`m someone who cares. And I’m worry for you”

“I don’t need it Drew! I`m fine, I`m happy and I don`t need you not I want anything to do with you” May lash out, her voice higher at the end.

She is standing with every intention to leave but hand clasps around her upper arm stops her with a steady hold.

“I know you are not! There is something off about you, your mood changes and… and, look I know something it`s not right. I`m not stupid, I know you are not good dealing with your emotions and I know that you usually take it against yourself.”

Drew`s hand drops hers. The skin where he had touched her dousing in a bitter cold that immediately spread all the way to her heart.

“Ok, that`s enough. I don`t have to stand for this, you have zero right to meddle in my life like this. You didn`t care before so why don`t you go to pry in your girlfriends life where you may be more welcomed and fuck off”

May begs for her voice not to crack.

This time she turns around a leave. However she can hear Drew calling her name but in the end he doesn`t stop her and he don`t follow her.

That night she doesn`t go out, and the lack of magic in her veins make her more aware of the pain settling in her heart and weighting her limbs.

That night she cry herself to sleep.

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[elsanna-shenanigans]

February Contest Submission #1: Just Pretend (Contains Lemons)

“Elsa!” The front door flew open and slammed shut, rattling the shelves in our apartment. “I’m in big trouble!”

I glanced up from my pile of sketches and blueprints, hoping to quickly assess the type of “trouble” Anna was in this time. For once, I couldn’t tell with simply a glance, so I stood up and rushed toward my friend.

“What, Anna?” Her desperate facial expression worried me. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s nothing,” Anna said quickly. “I mean it’s something, but nothing serious. Don’t worry.”

“Okay,” I slowly relaxed from my tense worry. “So, what is it though?”

Anna’s eyes shifted down and a rosy blush visited her cheeks. “I accidentally implied that I had a date to this work party tomorrow night… but I really, REALLY don’t.”

I chuckled. I wanted to be surprised but this was Anna. Always getting into some sort of white lie or adventure.

“Hmm,” I said. “So, you have tinder. Right? I’m sure someone will be willing to attend a work dinner with you.” I hoped I said it nonchalantly enough to be convincing - everything inside me was desperately hoping I would be the one to go with Anna.

But that couldn’t happen. We were just friends. I knew Anna would never feel the same way I did, so there was no point dreaming about it.

The redhead grimaced. “Yeah, I have tinder, but… you know Kristoff from work?”

“Yes, you’ve talked about him many times.” Oh fuck, she’s in love with Kristoff and just wants help asking him to the-

“I told him months ago I had a girlfriend.”

Oh.

Oh!

“So…” My thoughts were racing.

“So,” Anna continued, “I need to bring a girl who knows more about me than a first date tinder match.”

Where the hell is she going with this? Is she implying that she wants to take me?! There’s no way.

“Will you be my date, Elsa?”

I tried to ignore the way my heart felt like it skipped a half-beat and was now thum-thumping in a whole new way. “Uh…” My cheeks felt hot. “Well, if you really need me to…” I rubbed the back of my neck.

“If you’re not comfortable with it, I understand. I can figure something else out.“

“No! I’ll do it.” I said quickly. “I’d love to go with you.” This was like the beginning of a really good dream…

Anna smiled. “You’re sure? Well, then! You should probably also know that I told Kristoff my girlfriend’s name was Elle, so that shouldn’t be too hard to fake at the party - it’s just like a nickname for you.”

“Yeah, great!” Elle. I kinda liked it.

“And at work I have talked about you, Elsa. As my roommate and best friend. So, you’ll still have to pretend you’re a different person with a fake job and other made-up details. Do you think that’s ok?”

She’s talked about me! “Yeah, peachy! I’ll plan out a pretend life for me and go over it with you later so we’re on the same page?”

“That would be perfect,” Anna flung her arms around me. “You’re the best, Els! Elle… Elle.” She winked. “Just practicing!”

—————————-

It was mid-afternoon the next day when Anna came home from work and burst through the door. “I wish they’d give us more time to get ready before a formal party!” She announced.

My blood ran cold. “It’s formal?” I was wearing dark jeans and a nice navy polo shirt with a pattern of tiny lilac sharks all over. It was a crisp gay style, but nothing close to formal!

“Oh.” Anna grimaced. “Did I accidentally forget to tell you?” She’s lucky she’s fucking cute.

I let my breath out in a controlled sigh. “It’s ok, I can change. But I’m not wearing a dress you know.”

I hadn’t worn a dress since two years before I cut my hair, and I wasn’t about to now. Not even for Anna.

“That’s fine, no worries!” She said. “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“Don’t sweat it.” I smiled as I turned toward my room to change.

A good while later, I was standing in front of my mirror, taking in my image. Short, white-blonde hair, styled longer on the top and clipped close to the scalp on the sides. Strong makeup to help my blue eyes pop. White dress shirt scattered with tiny silver whales. Metallic blue skinny tie, black blazer. Tight. Form-fitted black slacks. Black stilettos.

I could tell I looked gay as hell - and hot. Maybe this dinner could sway Anna into having actual feelings for me. I could dream.

When I stepped back into the living room, Anna and I saw each other at the same time and both of our jaws dropped.

She was stunning.

Her hair fell loose around her shoulders in waves - which she rarely ever allows it to do. She wore an off-shoulder silky green dress with a subtle embroidered pattern that gripped her body in all the right places. It hugged her hips, then draped softly toward her feet.

“Elle,” She was the first to find her voice. “You look… sexy as fuck.”

My eyebrows raised at her word choice. “I’d say the same to you, Anna. You’re beautiful - the dress, the dress is beautiful.” I blushed.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, fake dating my best friend. My crush.

Goddess help me.

—————————-

The apartment door slammed open at 1:26 am. We stumbled in, a bit tipsy, feeling for the light switch and soon giving up. Anna grabbed my hand and pulled me through the darkness toward the couch.

My breathing was heavy and rough. I knew what was happening but I couldn’t hardly believe it, even as she pushed me down on our couch and climbed on top of me.

The sexual tension between us had been growing and growing the whole way home and now we locked eyes as she leaned down to kiss me with all the built up electricity of the evening.

The dinner had been going well. Her work friends were all very nice, and quite impressed with us as a couple. I was doing great with my acting, as I pretended to be Elle, a 26 year old tattoo designer, estranged from her family and living with her two cats, Tic Tac and Tootsie.

About halfway through, Kristoff unraveled it all. Apparently a while back, he had seen a picture of Anna and me, as her friend Elsa, and recognized me. He called her out on it and thought it was hilarious that she would make something up like that. Soon everyone was asking us all kinds of questions and suggesting that we were really dating, just secretly.

I brushed it all away, saying “No, we really are only friends. I just wanted to help Anna out because she already told Kristoff she had a girlfriend. There’s nothing between us.”

“Are you two blind?!” A blonde girl exclaimed. “There’s something between you alright!”

“Yeah totally,” everyone began agreeing.

I blushed fiercely, and wished it was only from the wine. “No, you don’t understand. Anna doesn’t have feelings for me.”

Anna’s head snapped up. “When did I ever tell you that, Elsa?”

What? “Wha- What do you mean?” My head felt like it spinning and all of Anna’s work friends were there to watch.

“I’ve never told you either way that I did or didn’t have feelings for you,” she said.

“Well, yeah,” I said. “But I can tell you don’t feel the same way I do.”

“And what way is that?”

I swallowed. Shit. “Um.”

“You two are both head over heels for each other and don’t think the other one is - but you’re wrong!” A guy named Flynn interjected. “Anna, Elsa is crazy for you - and Elsa, trust me. Anna is in love with you. It’s plain to see.”

The small crowd murmured in agreement.

I stared at Anna, who was looking a little embarrassed. When she met my eyes, we both flushed red.

“You really feel that way?” I asked.

She sighed, “Well yeah. And you?”

“Of course,” I said, almost laughing from how relieving it was to admit.

“What have we been doing? Wasting all this time just being friends and silently wishing we could be more?” Anna laughed.

“We’re so stupid.” I took her hand in mine.

“Will you be my real girlfriend, Elsa?”

——

A whimper escaped my throat. Anna was grinding on my leg and kissing my neck, making me wet with all my clothes still on. She had stripped her dress off literally on the way to the couch, and now hovered above me in her black bra and panties. I had seen her in as little clothing before as roommates, but this. This was something else.

I moaned and ran my hand along the bare skin of her back as she ground her hips into me and sucked on my pulse point. My eyes fluttered closed. “Anna-“

“Shh…” she whispered.

I touched the clasp of her bra and she sat up. “Ah ah! You have clothes to come off first.” She tugged at the tie around my neck, pulling it loose.

I shrugged out of the blazer and she started undoing the buttons down my shirt, kissing skin as she exposed it. She got up to undo my pants and pull them off, then climbed right back on top of me. Now I was almost as stripped as she was, plus my unbuttoned dress shirt.

I sat up a little to take the rest of the shirt off, but she pushed me back down with a hand on my chest. “No. Leave it on, it’s hot.” When she leaned down to kiss me, her hair dangled and softly tickled my skin. But I didn’t have time to even think about that, because soon her hands were roaming all over my body and we were making out more intensely than ever.

She whimpered into my mouth when I ran my fingers through her hair. “Elsa…” She kissed down my cheek to my neck again and I knew I was going to have quite a few hickeys in the morning. Why did no one tell me neck kisses felt so fucking good? I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

Then I felt her fingers moving downward as she was still grinding against my thigh. I gasped when she lightly ran her hand by the front of my underwear. “Anna, please…” Encouraged, she simultaneously kissed me again on the mouth and stuffed her hand inside my underwear.

I couldn’t help but moan when she touched me, and I felt my eyes roll back a little. I hoped she couldn’t tell how much she was affecting me, but I think she could judging by the smirk I felt on her lips. I squirmed to push my underwear down a bit to give her better access as she started rubbing circles and making my leg jerk from the stimulation. I was surprised by my own breathy, sultry moans. Usually I could stay silent by myself, but this was completely different.

I gasped loudly when I felt her slip a finger inside - I’d never felt anything this good. She started a slow rhythm, in and out and I held her close to me while we kissed through it. “Yes,” I whispered, “Anna… more.” I wasn’t even sure what I meant by that, but she promptly added a second finger and I found I was very ok with it. “Oh god,” I breathed into her neck.

My hips started rocking on their own, trying to take her fingers in deeper. She took the hint and picked up the pace. Faster, deeper, harder. My heart beat quickened and breaths came short and fast. I could tell she was taking me close to the edge, embarrassingly fast. Faster than I’d ever come before. “Anna, yes - harder!” I should ashamed at how easily she unraveled me, but all I could feel was pulsing, rushing pleasure. “God!” I was grinding hard into her hand now, thrusting onto her fingers, closer and closer.

The moment she sucked hard on my neck my hips threw themselves forward and stopped, my head flew back, and the wave caught up to me, crashing so hard. “Ahhh fuck, Anna,” I breathed. “Oh my god.” Fuck. Huge breaths heaved out of me as everything slowed back to normal and the waves went back out to sea.

I looked at her staring at me with a devilish grin and I’m sure I turned a deep red. Anna just made me come harder than I’ve ever experienced. Anna!

“I’ve definitely had a dream just like that,” Anna said in a sultry voice that I never imagined I would hear. “But you were a little more vocal - and I loved it.”

“It was amazing, better than all my dreams combined,” I said, a stupid smile on my face.

Anna laughed and we both realized that her fingers were still inside me. Oh. She moved slowly to pull them out, but then as I pulsed around them, she carefully slid them back in and brushed her thumb across my clit. My leg jerked and I looked at her with wide eyes. I’ve never done it back to back so quickly, but I was already aching for more.

She asked me with her eyes and I nodded. “Oops,” she said, moving in slow circles, and winked. “I’ve accidentally started again.”

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