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this didn't take me all day to finish I am actually very quick at writing shhhhh
Summary: One night, on a casual date, Grisham finds out that your rapid progression through the royale may not have been as impressive as he thought.
angst, arguments, a little bit of swearing, more arguing, kissing
———
"Okay, okay, I confess, I didn't entirely win the royale by myself. I... I may have skipped just a few of the ranks..." You playfully held your hands up in the air as you made the admission.
You two had just been having another date, a simple night in at your room in Hotel Z. You were already in bed together, cuddled up together, just chatting away, when somehow the topic of the royale— and more specifically how you had managed to do so well at it, came up. You felt more than comfortable telling the truth, and so you did. Quasartico had artificially accelerated your rise through the royale; but they were the ones organizing the whole competition, so it was entirely allowed, it's not like you cheated. They made you prove your worth beforehand; they didn't just give it to you. You just didn't exactly consider what exactly you were saying; nor who you were saying it to.
Grisham's expression dropped from admiration to something deathly serious, "You're not serious, are you? What do you mean you 'skipped ranks'?"
The question burned into you like red hot flames as you could swear you felt your heart stop for a second, and when it restarted you realized the grave mistake you just made.
"No, no, no! N-not like that! I-I didn't cheat, I-I-I made a deal, Quasartico, they—"
"You didn't cheat, you just made a quid pro quo deal with the organizers of the competition for special treatment, I see," Grisham replied with growing ire, like a slowly growing flame threatening to flash out of control. The last time he had been this mad at you, you were in the old Lysandre Café, and you had practically only just met him. The real him, anyways.
Oh gods, you had fucked up. Royally, even. What did you even say now??
"No, Grisham— it's- it's not like that! Let me just explain—" you stammered, trying to get a word in your defense. It wasn't going well. You tried to grab his arm, but he had pulled away from you immediately. That had never happened before...
"There's nothing more for you to explain, I've heard quite enough already," he said, wrenching himself from your grasp like you were something dangerous. It hurt— not physically, but emotionally. He had never gotten this angry at you before.
"I thought I had made my peace with you being the savior of Lumiose and all, but I will not be further entertaining a relationship based on such fraudulence," Grisham declared indignantly, getting back out of bed and beginning to gather his things from the room.
"No! Wait! Grisham, please— where are you going?!" you shouted in protest as he hastily packed away his things in his bag, clearly intending to leave.
"I have elsewhere better to be right now. Not everyone gets to simply cheat their way out of hard work."
"N-no! Please—!" you stammered, but in your scramble to get out of bed yourself and give chase, your leg caught on the sheets, and you only just barely caught yourself and kept your head from hitting the floor as you stumbled.
"Don't go..." you whimpered from the floor, tears welling in your eyes as he turned to give you one last glance from the doorway, cold and piercing.
"Goodbye."
Before you could utter another protest, the door practically slammed shut behind him, making you wince. You tried to get off of the floor, but your legs felt like shaken jelly, and you kept tripping over yourself in your desperate attempt to reach the door.
By the time you reached for the door, and opened it into the hallway, crying incoherent pleas, the elevator's door had already slid shut, and he was as good as gone. You could've taken the stairs, but given how you could barely make it to your door without stumbling over your own feet, you wouldn't make it down the stairs without falling, and certainly not in time to catch him.
You felt gutted as you staggered yourself back to your room, dropping yourself back onto your bed in defeat, and just cried. You were sobbing, and just about everything else short of wailing, as you desperately clutched the pillow from his side of the bed, and found that it still faintly smelled like him—a scent that normally couldn't have been more comforting to you— and you were pretty sure that only made you cry harder.
—
A few minutes later, there was a knock at your door. You assumed it would've been Urbain coming to check on you, presumably after seeing Grisham storm out of the front lobby. But you didn't want to talk about it, or at the very least, not to him of all people right now.
You had only meant to tell him to leave, but you supposed you were more angry— or hurt—than you thought, as you'd ended up shouting across the room instead.
"Go away, Urbain! I don't WANT to talk to you right now!"
Despite your shouting, you heard the door slowly click and open anyways. You had forgotten to lock it again. Someone cautiously poked their head in, but it wasn't Urbain. It was Lida.
"Hey," she greeted quietly from the doorway, not quite able to see you yet.
"Can I come in? I'm not Urbain," she said with a hesitant step over the threshhold. You supposed she always did have a bit of an issue with boundaries, but that was sonething you were kind of grateful for right now actually. She advanced further into the room when you didn't shout or otherwise indicate for her to leave, and found you in bed, red-eyed from crying and clutching a pillow to yourself.
"Hey, are you okay? I was just sitting in the lobby after practice and I saw Grisham leaving. He looked like, really mad..."
"Do I look okay to you?" you retorted, gesturing vaguely to yourself.
"Okay, that one's on me for asking..." Lida muttered at your response, "What happened? Did you guys fight or something?"
You nodded as more tears rolled down your face. You just couldn't bear to say 'yes'. You still didn't want to admit it happened. Lida sat beside you on your bed, seeing the tissue box and the few crumpled tissues scattered around it already.
"...What did you guys fight about?" she asked after a long silence.
"He got mad about how I got that stupid special royale promotion from Quasartico, and then he just left," you explained bitterly between sniffles, your voice still shaky from being upset.
"The one you got from battling Vinnie?"
"Yeah. He barely even said anything to me. He just suddenly got out of bed and left when I told him. He wouldn't even let me explain."
"Oh..."
"I wish hadn't taken that STUPID deal!" you shouted suddenly, slamming a balled fist into the pillow still in your lap. Lida startled slightly at your outburst.
"Uh, what did he say?"
She knew it might not have been the best thing to ask, but she still needed more context.
"Something like I wasn't worthy of being the winner of the royale since I just got to 'cheat' at it or whatever," you paraphrased your explanation.
"But you didn't cheat. You won all of your promotion matches, right? And you saved the city," she reasoned.
"I did, but I skipped all those ranks, don't you remember? That's what he's mad about."
"Okay... I could see how that might sound bad... But still, you got that deal because you were already helping with the rogue megas, and you did beat Vinnie fair and square for it, so they hardly just gave it to you," Lida pondered aloud.
"That's what he seems to think though, he wouldn't let me explain before he stormed off, and I tried to explain!"
You supposed you weren't the best at explaining things, but you had regretted every word you had said since you had uttered them, and you wanted nothing but to be able to take them back.
"I'm sorry... do you maybe want, like, a hug? Some tea, maybe?" Lida consoled somewhat awkwardly, still trying her best to help.
You nodded again.
"Hug would be nice..." you mumbled with a teary-eyed sniffle.
She embraced you, and you felt the warm, soft material of her oversized hoodie wrap around you. You definitely needed that.
"Do you think he's ever gonna forgive me, Lida?" you asked, with your head still on her shoulder, "I've never seen him get so mad before..."
"To be honest, neither have I..." Lida admitted nervously after the two of you broke apart again, "But I'm sure he'll still get over it!" she rushed to correct herself.
"And, uh, if he doesn't, I'll find another café to get my snacks from. Even though their croissants are really, really good..." She offered, trailing off after realising she'd gotten side-tracked talking about food again.
"Th-thanks, Lida," you said with half of a laugh. It was a sweet thing for her to offer. You did start to feel a little bit better.
"Maybe you can still go there tommorrow and try to explain? It's not like he could just leave in the middle of the day. Maybe he'll listen better if you give him a night to think about it."
"Maybe, I'll try that when I go for breakfast tommorrow..."
You thought about giving him more time than that, but the pain of being away from him— no, the pain of knowing he no longer loved you, was killing you as it is. You could always just leave if things got too awkward.
"Oh yea, did you want tea? I can still make you some if you want," Lida added with that cute, awkward smile she had.
"I'd like that..."
—
Coming up to the truck the next morning, apology already written on your face, you knew you were in for it, especially if Grisham had ended up telling Griselle. You felt your insides squeeze in anticipation as you came into her view, but your jaw unclenched slightly when she did not immediately react negatively to you.
Griselle had that fake cheery customer-service smile plastered on her face, until she took in your sorry expression for a moment, and looked more sympathetic than you expected. Maybe Grisham hadn't told her? That's what you hoped, though it was a slim chance. They were close and they lived together, it was very likely she knew.
"Hey, you doing okay? What's with that look?" Griselle asked as she came over to where you had sat down, all gloomy looking.
Your jaw clenched again. What were you supposed to say to her? Not the truth. You didn't want to lie to her, but if sweet, patient Grisham had been that mad at you last night, you couldn't imagine how irate Griselle would be at the same information, given she would absolutely take his side over yours.
"Uh, nothing. It's nothing. I'll just have my usual," you replied, trying to change the subject.
"Sure, but first you have to tell me what's actually wrong. You're not a very good liar, you know."
Aaand you were caught. Immediately. You should've known. From what you had seen, nothing got past her. You suspected the only person better at finding out secrets in the whole city was Emma, and that's just because she did it for a job.
"I'm not lying," you lied, "It's, uh, not important..."
"Oh, come on, give it up already. I'm not gonna judge," Griselle coaxed, trying to goad an answer out of you. And now you knew she was lying too. She would absolutely judge. She loved judging. She would not pass up a prime opportunity to judge you like this, if being around her on her breaks were any indication; nearly all the two of you would do is judge people.
"If I'm a liar, then you're a hypocrite. You would totally judge."
"Okay, fine. You got me, I would," the waitress replied, faking surrender, "Now I told you my thing, now you tell me yours," she said with a facetious grin.
"That's not how this works!" you protested indignantly.
"Sure it is, now tell me what it is or we're both gonna be here all day.
"FINE, I will," you finally conceded, "Just a little argument we got into last night... Nothing serious."
"Is THAT why he's acting so weird and moody? Ugh, you've got to give me a heads-up on this kind of thing next time. He's enough for me to put up with in the morning already, you do not want to know what it's like dealing with him when he's all mopey on top of it. And he won't even tell me what's wrong this time either!" Griselle vented, ignoring the fact that she was probably still within earshot of her co-worker while she complained about him.
You clammed up. It seemed like she really didn't know what was going on, Grisham hadn't told her for some reason, in fact he was actively keeping it from her it seemed, and you didn't want it to fall out of your big mouth again either.
Looking at the way your expression shifted nervously and how you didn't say anything further, Griselle was only further annoyed and confused.
"Now you're being weird! What happened between you two?? Was this something I did?? It's really starting to feel personal, you know!" Griselle ranted with disbelief.
You stayed silent. You couldn't even look at her anymore. Guilt stirred inside of you. Now you were making her feel bad about the whole thing
"Fine, don't tell me," she conceded, "But don't think I'm not coming back to this later, though," she added with an accusatory finger pointed at you as she finally went off to the next waiting table.
You waited in silence for your drink, and when it was ready, Griselle brought it to you, and that stung a little bit extra. Not because of anything she did (though she made it clear she was not done hounding you for answers), but because unless he was truly incredibly busy, Grisham had always made a point to at least give you your order personally since you'd been close. Sometimes he'd take a short break to sit with you, too. But right now it was quiet, and yet Grisham hadn't even spoken a word to you, or done as little as spare you a glance.
"You must have fucked up bad if he's actually having me give this to you..." Griselle commented as she handed off your drink.
"Which only makes me want to know what you did more, actually..." She added curiously, hoping she could still manage to pull an answer out of you.
"Why does it have to be something I did?" you replied, half joking, half defensive.
"Was it something he did?" she inquired suspiciously, eager for new information.
"No..."
"B-but it's not entirely my fault! I didn't know he'd be so mad..." you stuttered, trying to defend yourself without exposing the issue too much.
"Whatever you did, fix it soon, I cannot deal with this for a week. If I have to, it's going to end in my hands around one or both of your throats," Griselle threatened as she turned to leave, orange twintails flying behind her.
She would make 'playful' threats often, or, more often than the average person would, but you thought this might've been the time she was serious. As much as you almost wanted to see her try, you thought maybe it'd be best not to test her further. At least until things had gotten better with Grisham.
Your drink was fine. Grisham wasn't the type to be petty enough as to compromise his work for it, mad as he was at you. He was a professional. Still, though you knew your drink wouldn't be compromised, there was something about it that felt different. When you peeked inside your drink, there was no little creamer heart waiting for you, and that was almost worse. On top of that, he still hadn't looked in your direction once.
—
You had left the café shortly after finishing you drink in cold silence, and returned around sunset, just before closing. Grisham was gone from the truck's window, presumably around back where the crates of extra supplies were kept. And hesitantly, you went back there as well, where you found him with a crate in his arms.
He gave you the slightest glance, and you saw the tiniest angry quirk in his brow, a small crack in his façade. He glared at you with one auburn eye, sharp and burning into you.
"What?" he asked bluntly.
"I want to talk," you answered simply.
"I've nothing to say to you," Grisham replied, with a tone just as bitter as the coffee he brewed, before returning to what he was doing without a second thought.
"At least let me explain before you get mad this time? Please?"
"I believe my anger is more than justified. I've earned it, but I could see how you couldn't understand something like that. Apologies," he said, purposefully in the least apologetic tone possible.
"I know you're mad..."
"I am," Grisham interjected, with his arms crossed as he had set down the crate.
"A-and you're right. You deserve to be mad at me. I don't expect you to forgive me right this second, either." You swallowed hard as you felt your confidence waver, hoping you could force it back down inside of you.
"I don't currently see myself forgiving you, at all," he rebutted, now fully glaring daggers at you.
"And you don't even have to! But please, let me explain, Grisham? Please?"
"And what if I don't care to hear whatever it is you have to say?" Grisham inquired, his gaze somehow both burning and cold at the same time.
"Please."
You came up from behind him, and wrapped your arms around him. You remembered doing that, and how he would smile at you when you did, with his eyes so full of love. Now they were only full of just-tempered flames.
"Release me, please," he asked, mildly vexxed.
"I'll let go when you hear me out," you answered in an equally serious tone.
Grisham sighed with displeasure. He was not happy with you in general, much less you practically taking him hostage, but a tiny part of him had felt guilty for being so mad and leaving you like he had. The decent thing to do was to at least hear you out. Even if he wouldn't end up forgiving you.
"Fine. But make your pleas quick, would you? I'm not looking to receive another earful from Griselle about being late closing again."
"I wasn't just given my promotion. I worked for it too," you explained, a pleading hopeful look still in your eyes.
"You worked for it? Oh, don't make me laugh. If that's even true, I'm sure that friend of yours still helped you in getting it plenty. The one who became their new CEO?" Grisham scoffed, arms crossed and eyes narrowed with scrutiny.
"How many nights did you have completely devoid of sleep, battling until sunrise?" he questioned, thinking you'd have no answer to that.
"Many," you answered sincerely, though you could tell from the way he scoffed at you he didn't believe you for a second.
"And I'm sure you just worked so hard during the day too, with all that leisurely running around the city with your friends?" Grisham guessed with a painfully sarcastic expression.
"And doing Mable's research, getting chased down by alphas, and stopping all the kaiju sized killing machines that were the rogue megas..." you corrected, matching his tone.
"Well I'm sure—" Grisham attempted to interject again, but you were not having it anymore. You were getting nowhere, and he still wasn't listening. That was fine though, you would just MAKE him listen instead.
"No. You are going to LET ME TALK, and you are going to LISTEN," you hissed at him, "Now SIT," you commanded him like an unruly pokemon, and suprisingly, he listened, sitting down politely on one of the larger crates. He seemed shocked at your outburst; like he didn't expect that kind of thing from you, but you were just getting started.
"Have YOU been nearly frozen to death by a raging mega Froslass' hyper blizzard?" you began your tirade, "Or swarmed by a giant super-powered super-angry beedrill and all of its angriest friends looking to pump you full of venom??" you continued indignantly, as your captive audience of one could only listen, "What about a Banette the size of a small building and its seven shadow clones who's sole objective is separating your soul from your body?! Have you ever dealt with THAT before??"
It almost looked like he was going to open his mouth and say something again, but, if he was, you beat him to it.
"I'm not SAYING you haven't worked hard. But don't pretend like I just had everything handed to me for being special!" And just when it seemed like your rant was finally over, it wasn't.
"I mean, I don't even LIVE here! I live in a hotel room out of a travel bag and got dragged into this city's zubat-shit insane problems just for SHOWING UP here!" you raved, gesturing wildly.
"And if you're still SO mad about this, then take it up with Quasartico. Ask THEM why they promoted me in THEIR competition," you finally finished your rant with a huff.
You had sort of forgotten that the whole point of this confrontation was supposed to be begging him to take you back, and you realized you might have gone a little overboard as you caught your breath... Maybe that was just a little stronger than you'd meant to come off.
"Alright. I think you've made your point. Are you finished with your shouting?"
Although his words were about as cold as they'd been all night, you could detect a slight shift in Grisham's tone. It was just a bit more of the caring, loving voice you missed so much. Perhaps it was concern. You really had just shouted a lot.
"Yes..." you responded meekly, hoping you had not just made more of an idiot of yourself to your potential boyfriend, again.
"Sorry... little carried away I guess..."
"Well, your argument certainly wasn't lacking in passion..."
Your clear passion—and yes, the way you shouted— reminded him of Griselle. He was actually very glad she was not a part of this right now.
You were waiting for the soul-crushing yet inevitable 'but': a million reasons why he would never forgive you, how you still weren't worthy to be called winner of the royale or zygarde's champion, how your suffering was still nothing compared to his; but oddly, it never came.
"I suppose if my mission for Team Flare Nouveau and myself is to become better and move on from the past..." he paused, almost as if he was trying to contain a smile, "Then I have no other choice but to forgive you, do I?"
That was good enough for you.
"No, you don't, and you're stuck with me forever now," you joked with a sly smile as you reattached yourself to his side like you were a joltik and he was a 9-volt-battery, nuzzling him affectionately.
He really couldn't stay mad at you if you were going to be that cute. It was precious, really, how much you loved him even when he'd done what he had to you.
"Well, in that case," Grisham leaned in and kissed you right on the tip of your nose, then your cheek, then the other, just as tenderly as you remember, "You're forgiven, my love. I'm sorry." He picked up your hand, and gave it a tender kiss as well, "For everything. Can you forgive me for what I've done?"
"I can. I'm sorry too. I should've told you sooner and I explained it badly..." you took your turn apologizing, giving him a tight squeeze. It had been barely a day without him, and yet it was practically unbearable. That just showed how much you needed him.
It was only a few moments later as you were both mid-making-up-making-out that Griselle happened to walk around back of the truck, presumably looking for her colleague.
"Oh my GOD, I thought you two were still fighting, GROSS!" she whined dramatically as she raced to avert her eyes from the sight. You supposed you missed that too.
You'd pulled away when you heard her loud protests, and looked at her smugly from where you were, currently laid across Grisham's lap.
"Now that you're both done being disgusting and clearly done fighting, am I allowed to know what it was about?"
There was a silence.
"About that..."
"Uhhhh..."
You exchanged a worried look with Grisham. You both silently agreed it was best she not learn about this now.
"No," you answered her in unison.
"I should be getting compensated just for how much I have to watch the two of you kiss, the LEAST you could is tell me whatever stupid thing you fought over," Griselle reasoned, hands planted firmly on her hips.
"Why don't we all go home for dinner? I'll make both of your favorites," Grisham countered, changing the subject. You'd forgotten you'd run out just before dinner at the hotel, and now your were practically starving.
"Can we cuddle after dinner?" you piped up from Grisham's lap, your eyes just as big and sparkling as he remembered.
"Of course we can."
"No being gross until AFTER I'm done eating!" Griselle added, wanting to at least be able to enjoy her dinner in peace.
"Mm, no promises," you countered smugly, as you leaned up to give Grisham one more kiss one the cheek.
———
this idea fell out of my brain while rattling around the empty interior of it so i hope it's good. i didn't spend 6 hours writing it without taking a break shhhh hyperfocus mode does what it wants
but this fic has all my favorite things: soul crushing angst, griselle disgusted at your gross romance, and kissies. lots of kissies. <3
no idea when it'll get posted because im wildly inconsistent but I'm also working on my first fic with my oc and it is whump (aka i make her suffer for my entertainment) (she gets taken care of afterwards iss okay)
Here's a lil snippet for my flare doctor grisham thing 🔥💉(au?) (based on an idea from @godserene )
because I wanted to give yall a lil sneak peek and knowing me, the full thing might take... a while... 😬
cw for implied captive human medical experimentation, needle/syringe mention (no graphic use descriptions)
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"Afternoon," the doctor greeted you politely as the door shut behind him, "How are you feeling today?"
"I'm fine... How many is it today?" you asked, with a certain amount of exasperation in your tone.
"Just three," he assured you, setting down the tray on a cart. You sighed. That still felt like a lot. But at least it wasn't five. Once you'd even gotten seven, though that time it wasn't him.
"...How much longer am I going to be here?" you asked like you had so many times before. You weren't even sure you were looking for an answer anymore, you just kept asking out of habit. You thought one day you'd get an answer, maybe? That day wasn't today, though.
"You know I don't know that," he replied, almost sounding sorrowful as he prepared the needles.
"You don't know, or you can't tell me?" you added, dissatisfied as you always were with the non-answer.
"I don't know, myself, truly," he clarified, "You know, there are things they don't tell me either."
Usually your questions stopped at that but for some reason or another, today you decided they wouldn't.
"...Would you tell me if you did?"
Grisham paused at that. You had asked him plenty of questions in your time here, and he would always tried to answer them the best he could— or was allowed to. But you had never asked him this before. It should have been an easy answer; of course he would tell you, but... a little part of him didn't want to. Didn't want to lose you, even if that meant keeping you here.
"I would. Of course," he answered after a few moments hesitation. It wasn't an outright lie; but he wasn't sure it was the full truth either.
—
and a lil scene a bit later >:3
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"The camera in room 628," Grisham began with concern, "I believe it's malfunctioning, it was behaving quite strangely when I visited earlier..."
"Well, uh, that's really an issue for maintenance, but I guess we could—" the nearby camera technician began awkwardly.
"In fact"—Grisham continued as if the camera tech hadn't even begun speaking at all—"I think the footage from today may have corrupted," he said, discreetly pulling two small, neat wads of cash from one his pockets, offering one to each of the techs with a false smile.
"Ah, I... I see... That kind of malfunction..." one of the techs muttered as they accepted the bribe, each slipping it into their own pockets.
Suddenly the doctor's false smile dropped, auburn eyes burning into the tech like hot, blazing flames, "Get it done."
It hasn't been... *checks calendar* four months.... shhhhhh...
i sincerely do not know where this came from. this chapter just APPEARED in my brain last night. i was re-reading some of my old fics and i guess brain has decided to finally let me write this again. sorry it took so long (maybe go read the last part(s) again just... cuz it hasn't been 4 months)
Summary: With some certain things now having been said, surely now, nothing will get in the way of the budding romance in Harmony's room. Right?
fluff, kissing (finally)/hand kissing, i seriously cannot resist the idea of a Grisham/Harmony/Corbeau love triangle (and Urbain's somewhere here too) and thus i will keep writing it and none of you can stop me, If they were not already literally in a hotel room i'd say get a room, it hasn't been 4 months since the last update and is definitely still winter
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Any of the tension that had been hanging in the warm air of the hotel room previously had all but dissolved completely. Somehow, both Harmony and Grisham had managed to independently, accidentally, confess their love for each other, not even two measly minutes after getting into the same bed together.
There was a silence that hung almost as heavily as their romantic tension had, until it too was broken by Harmony.
"So, you're... you're really not kidding? About the 'I love you' and stuff?" she said as she nervously fidgeted with the sheets, barely able to hold eye contact with the man who'd just told her he loved her.
"Of course I'm not kidding," Grisham reassured, once again taking Harmony's hands into his, hoping to dispell her worries, "I really do think what I've said about you, Harmony, truly."
"Even if I didn't exactly mean to say it aloud just yet..." he muttered in a hushed tone, briefly looking away from her as he did.
"Well, when were you going to tell me? How long have you... liked me like this?" Harmony questioned, her eyes large and pleading.
"I'm really not too sure, anymore. All I know is that I'm certain I love you now."
"I... I, also uh, I really meant it too, if you couldn't already tell..." Harmony confessed nervously, barely even able to keep her words straight.
"I could. It was very cute. You're still rather pink, you know."
Harmony covered her rapidly blushing face with her hands, "S-so are you!" she whined as she hid from him.
"What, am I really not allowed to call you cute, Harmony?" Grisham responded to her protestation.
"It wasn't cute, it was EMBARRASSING, I sounded so stupid..." she lamented.
"Well, that isn't really up to you, now is it? I say it was cute, adorable, even," he teased.
For as much as he was enjoying this and didn't want to ruin the moment, there was still a nagging thought at the back of Grisham's mind. As much as he really did love Harmony, and as much as he wanted to be with her, some reluctant part of him feared he might've been too late with his confession, even though it already came sooner than planned.
He worried that that friend of hers, the other boy that helped check him and Griselle in earlier (and mistaken them for a couple...) had beat him to Harmony. But he couldn't be sure. Sometimes they would show up to café together, on what he couldn't be sure were dates or not, or simple outings with a friend. He'd seen the way they talked and joked to each other, in a way that was clearly very comfortable, but unclear in whether it was meant to be flirtatious or not. He'd never seen the two kiss before, but they had hugged each other enough times to leave him completely unsure of their relational status anymore. He thought he'd have the courtesy to at least ask before he got himself in the middle of something.
"Just one thing," Grisham paused, seeming oddly serious for a moment, "You and that boy at the front desk... Urbain, was it?"
"Oh? What about him? Sorry if he came off a little strange, I really don't think he knew about the two of you... And I shouldn't have said what I did..." Harmony apologized, hoping Grisham wasn't too upset about being mistaken as a couple with Griselle earlier...
"There isn't anything... between the two of you already? Is there? Nothing I'm intruding on, am I?" he asked her tactfully.
"Oh, uh, no, I don't... I don't think so..." Harmony replied, as if she didn't even know the answer herself.
"You sound unsure about that, Harmony... You know, I wouldn't be offended if you were already with someone else, I understand—"
"We're not together, really. At least, nothing official. We're just good friends, you're not intruding at all," she reassured him quickly, not wanting to ruin the moment herself.
"That's what I was hoping to hear, but I think I still feel a bit guilty... He does seem to be around you an awful lot."
Honestly, Harmony didn't know how she felt about Urbain anymore, and were she not currently being propositioned, she would have taken the time to consider it. Maybe there had been something between them, and maybe it could have been something great, but if she had to make a decision right in this exact moment, between the two of them, she knew who she was choosing.
"If Urbain does feel that way about me, he hasn't said anything to me. Definitely not as much as you have, Grisham," she said as her brow furrowed a little, like she was suddenly a little upset, "It's his loss, at this point," Harmony added bluntly. Normally, she'd be a little more hesitant about this sort of thing, maybe wait until the morning and somehow ask Urbain himself before she did anything drastic, but now was not normally.
A few days ago, after a reward match with him, Urbain had finally found out through his continued case with Emma that the now previous company president of Quasartico, Jett, was actually his biological grandmother. The discovery and her quickly approaching retirement had lead to Jett offering up the position to him, and if she was being totally honest, Harmony was still a little hurt about the whole ordeal.
She found it a little strange, really, considering that while Urbain and the rest of Team MZ had been working with Quasartico for a while now, the famillial connection had only been made minutes before.
She also, frankly, did not think Urbain would be up to it. He couldn't even manage to keep Team MZ out of trouble with the Rust Syndicate, nor help pay off their debt by the time she and Lida were being implicated in the situation. Harmony felt like if she hadn't done the work herself, (and had Corbeau himself not have been so interested in her as a trainer, and had probably gone a little easier on them because of it) they might have STILL have a mountain of debt... So, given that, she really was skeptical of his ability to head such a big company like Quasartico. Not to mention the fact that Vinnie, who seemed far more qualified for position in her eyes, was there for the whole discussion...
But most of all, she had been upset that Urbain had taken the offer, even when told he wouldn't be able to remain an active part of Team MZ anymore; it felt like he was choosing a job over her and the others, over his friends, like they no longer even mattered to him anymore, despite his insistence they would remain friends. It just felt hollow. She wanted to be happy for him though, to be supportive of him even if it didn't necessarily feel like he was doing the same for her; so she had kept her thoughts to herself.
It had been a couple of days since all of that had happened, and Harmony really thought she'd gotten herself over it, but... Now with Grisham's confession, and his words having her considering how she really felt about him again... she guessed it must've reopened the wound.
"And you're absolutely sure about this, Harmony? I hate to keep asking, but you seem a little sore about it..." Grisham really was starting to feel guilty about making her feel this way, bringing whatever it was up, and potentially only making her more doubtful that he really loved her, but he only wanted to make absolutely, one-hundred percent sure that he would not lose Harmony before she would even truly be his in the first place.
There was one more person in Harmony's life he could think to ask about, (and it wasn't Griselle...) but—and perhaps it was to do with the foul weather, or how tired he was— he was feeling just a slight bit petty tonight, and decided he would not extend his ex-boyfriend the same courtesy he'd just given Urbain. Why give him a chance to steal Harmony away from him when Grisham already had her right here and now? Perhaps he would be the one to take something from him for once...
"I— I guess I'm still a little upset with Urbain right now... Sorry, I promise I'm not mad at you for asking, either. I actually think that's really nice of you, Grisham." Harmony then slid closer to him, so that their legs were now very much touching, leaving not too much of a gap left between them at all, and she carefully reached to tuck a loose lock of silver behind his ear, caressing his jaw in a way that sent a shiver down his spine, and let her hand come to rest right underneath his chin, right about where his mouth would be otherwise falling open right now. "You're so... considerate," she whispered in a devilishly enticing sultry manner, before she pulled him in and kissed him on the cheek.
Grisham, now wide-eyed, brought his hand up to spot she had just kissed, and held it there, like doing that would let him keep the feeling forever—And he almost hesitated for a moment as the heat coursed through his face— he didn't really want to start going out with Harmony seemingly just to spite one of her friends, but she had just made it very clear she was into him as well, and was making it very hard to resist her for very much longer at all....
"Mm, and handsome," Harmony praised as she ran her thumb along his jaw, kissing the other side of his face as well. Oh, he must have been so red by now. He couldn't even tell whether the heat in his face was from himself or the room anymore.
What could really be the harm if they both loved each other? He had his own spiteful reasons as well, he suppose he couldn't judge her for hers either. That was the last thought Grisham let cross his mind before he let his love consume him, like it had been threatening to do all night, and he had done it. He'd let himself fall fully for Harmony, sweet, doe-eyed, beautiful Harmony.
"Well then," Grisham said as he fought immeasurably to regain his composure and not stumble over his words, as he raised one of her delicate, gentle, hands with his. He leant over to kiss the back of Harmony's hand, just as sweetly as she had kissed both of his flushed cheeks, looking up at her as he did.
"Ooh, chivalrous, too. How did I get so lucky?" Harmony said as she began to giggle. It was one of the cutest sounds Grisham had ever heard, and he couldn't wait to get more of it— to get more of her, now that she was all his.
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hope the return was worth it <3 i made them kissy kissy :3 apologies for any errors i wrote this instead of sleeping last night ❤️
Based on my personal experience of staying up too late and going a lil crazy because of it. Also Griselle is trying to figure out what's wrong with you and minorly crashing out because of it.
Summary: You've stayed up later than you should have, and now you're spouting nonsense and can't stop laughing. Your girlfriend is just a liiiittle concerned for you.
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"Noibats..." you mumbled to yourself, like you had made some breakthrough discovery.
You had been acting increasingly strangely all night, laughing hysterically at things that weren't even funny, rambling and raving increasingly incoherent nonsense, and now you had started mumbling something to yourself about Noibats. You had no idea what was going on anymore, but your girlfriend was getting... concerned. It had been entertaining at first, cute, even, the way you giggled at what seemed like utter nonsense to her in that cute way you did, but now your eyes were wide, and you were practically vibrating.
"Noibats? Really? What about them?"
"N-noibats... they... hehehehe–" you looked up at her and repeated the word, seeming like you were trying to say something, but couldn't without breaking into another fit of giggles. Griselle was only more confused now.
"What about Noibats could possibly be so funny all of a sudden? What is up with you tonight?"
You still hadn't recovered, still giggling away and now doubled over in your seat with laughter, your face getting redder by the second. You looked like you'd actually gone mad.
"Get ahold of yourself already and just tell me whatever you're trying to say," Griselle seemed characteristically out of patience for your nonsense, even though you were someone she tried to be more patient for. Key word, tried.
"N-noibats, they fly— when they fly, they— they're—" you still couldn't manage to push out the sentence coherently before cracking up again. Griselle sat trying to decipher the words that had just come out of your mouth, hers agape and also squinting suspiciously behind her glasses.
"What the fuck are you trying to say??" she finally asked, incredulous. She felt like she was far too sober to be dealing with or even coming close to understanding this degree of nonsense. And despite the fact you had been with her all night, she was beginning to doubt your sobriety.
When you couldn't answer due to practically falling off the couch due to how hard you laughed, Griselle decided that she was done trying to figure out what you were trying (and failing) to say, and was now just looking for some kind of explanation, any kind of explanation.
"Okay, what is your deal? Are you high? What in Arceus' name did you take while I wasn't looking?" she interrogated, glaring at you with a serious expression.
"N-nothing, I swear! It's just— really funny—" you answered as you finally recovered, sitting back up and wiping the tears forming at the corners of your eyes.
"No, no, you did something, you're acting totally insane right now, sane people do NOT act like this," she insisted, as she had taken to physically inspecting you to see if you were somehow sick or hurt in some way that would make you like this.
"S-stop! You know I'm ticklish!" You cried as she inspected you, barely even touching spots you were ticklish in.
"What you are is delirious. You've lost your fucking mind." At this point, Griselle was close to considering whether she needed to call an ambulance for whatever was wrong with you; but, it was late, very late, and you probably just needed sleep. Like, immediately.
"Okay, you're going to bed to sleep off... whatever this is," she said, broadly gesturing to you, "Now go get in bed before you hurt yourself," Griselle commanded, pointing you towards the bedroom.
"But I'm not even tireddd... I don't wanna go to bed yet..." you whined like a child who was up past their bedtime.
"Yeah, you're past tired, you've lost it, babe," she rebutted, guiding (more like pushing) you into the bedroom as soon as you managed to stand (and thankfully, not fall over or otherwise injure yourself).
"Well if I'm going to bed you have to come too..." you stipulated poutily. Griselle sighed, as for the first time in hours, you had finally made sense. It was very late and while she had no idea how long it had taken you to get... like that, she definitely didn't want to risk it happening to her.
"Just go get in bed, I'll be there in a minute..." Griselle instructed with another heavy sigh, taking off her glasses and setting them down so she could rub at the bridge of her nose. She pulled a set of her own pajamas from the dresser drawer and headed for the bathroom.
Leaving you alone was potentially a bad idea, and you really should have come to the bathroom to brush your teeth too; but at this point she was tired she did not have the energy for anything weird you'd potentially try do in the bathroom. She figured it was safer just to leave you in the bedroom for a couple minutes, rather than risk you choking on your toothpaste laughing or something. You would survive one night without brushing your teeth.
When Griselle returned, still expecting at least some kind of chaos; she found that you had surprisingly followed directions, now in your pajamas and waiting obediently for her to join you in bed, looking at her with sleepy, half-lidded eyes.
And the sight was enough to remind her why she loved you so much, as she climbed under the covers (now in pajamas herself). You were just so cute, irresistably so, even when you made no sense, or you were being, frankly, a little shit. That cute little face of yours did make it worth it, as well as getting to cuddle up with you to sleep, that too.
"I love you," You whispered sleepily to her in the darkness as she turned off the bedside lamp.
"Love you too, babe," Griselle said back as she placed a goodnight kiss on your forehead, "Even when you make no sense," she added as she pulled you in close, wrapped her arms low around your waist, and let herself fall asleep as well.
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i have gone insane :3
hope you liked it 🫶🏻
i am hoping to post more again this month -w- (aiming for 1 thing/week at least but possibly more or less than that 😅)
tagging some frens :3 @littlesugarbug @hakuaclovers @flagmuncher @bigguscheesius
(not to be confused with astrophobia, fear of space, astraphobia is the fear of thunder and lightning)
(and I have it -w-)
(also sorry for inconsistent/short stuff lately. was reallyyyy sick and now trying to figure a lota stuff out so pls forgive me -w- 🙏🏻)
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You had been lying cozy in bed, until a sudden and loud clap of thunder woke you from your slumber with a start as you bolted upright, before you dove right back under the covers, cowering in fear. You briefly peaked out at the alarm clock at your bedside, the red-lighted display reading 2:05AM before another flash of lightning and peal of thunder sent you right back under the sheets. You could hear how the rain splattered harshly against the window, right along with how the wind whipped and thunder rumbled, combining with lightning strikes into an awful symphony. That and what must have been the sound of your muffled pitiable whimpering had your partner awake beside you. Or, still awake, as he actually hadn't yet fallen asleep in the first place.
Grisham was stressed by the rain, even though he did not fear it in the way you did, something about the incessant pounding of rain on the window left him unable to rest at all, as much as he would try anyways. Noticing your fright at the storm and how you were now near shivering in fear next to him was also not doing anything to quell his worries. He turned to you, lifting the blankets from over your head just a little so that he could speak to you.
"Are you alright? Is it the storm?" he asked softly, tone laced with concern for you.
"Mhm..." you affirmed, nodding a little.
"Are you frightened of storms, love? I didn't know," Grisham replied sympathetically.
"J-just a little..." you said, although from the way your voice quivered and he saw tears beginning to form at corners of your eyes, Grisham could guess that you were perhaps a bit more afraid than your words let on. You shrunk back down into the blankets a little, hiding yourself as you spoke again, "It's stupid..." You could handle rainstorms just fine, and could even find gentle ones soothing to a degree, but something about thunderstorms overwhelmed your brain in a way you could never seem to manage, as stupid as you thought it was.
"It's not. Come here," he said as he was already wrapping one arm around your waist, pulling you up and closer to him. You turned to him and wrapped both your arms and legs around him, holding tighter than a sleeping Komala to its log. The warmth and pressure of his body against yours grounded you a little bit, and that helped both of you breathe just a little easier.
"It's alright, I've got you, you're safe," Grisham whispered reassurances close to your ear as he tenderly stroked your head, further reminding you of his presence. He gave your waist a comforting squeeze as another bolt of lightning lit the room for a fraction of a second; and you winced in anticipation for the bellowing thunder that would follow, burying your face into his chest.
"I'm right here, just breathe, love." He swiped the tears carefully away from your squeezed-shut eyes as a rolling thunder passed, and saw as your expression settled slightly afterwards. You turned your head a bit to put your ear up to his solid chest, trying to instead focus on the steady beat of his heart, which in turn slowed yours.
Though the storm outside remained loud and chaotic, eventually your tears dried up, your breathing slowed, and your expression calmed. It was only until you were once again sound asleep—to where a thunderclap would no longer rouse you— that Grisham's mind came to rest as well, slipping into sleep with his beloved still held in his arms.
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even tho it was short I hope u liked it <3 n thought it was cute :3
tagging some friendos: @littlesugarbug @hakuaclovers @flagmuncher @bigguscheesius
A short lil thing about Griselle's Camerupt because i saw this post and a convo with moot @littlesugarbug
Camerupt's Temper
Griselle x reader (gn)
Summary: coming up to the Nouveau truck, you notice a certain pokemon that just so happens to reminds you of your girlfriend.
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As you approached the Café Nouveau truck in the quickly waning evening sunlight, you spotted all the normal people and pokemon around the café, and an extra one?
You saw Grisham inside the truck, Charizard beside it, Griselle on the opposite side, and a... Camerupt next to her?
It took you a minute to remember that she even had a Camerupt. It was sitting next to her almost like some kind of dog pokemon would, though it was much larger than any kind of dog pokemon would be. It had an almost comically mad expression on its face, and steam escaped in small, angry, bursts from its large nostrils. It kind of reminded you of Griselle herself, in a way. You fought back a laugh at the sight as you approached.
"Why are you smiling so much? What's so funny?" Griselle questioned, suspicious of your large grin that usually meant trouble.
"Can't I just be happy to see you? I came all the way over here to pick you up, and I'm happy to see you," you replied with faux-offense.
"Well, for one, you're early, and two, you usually only have that smile when you've done something," she explained with her arms crossed impatiently, waiting for you to confess to whatever stupid thing you've gone and gotten yourself into now. Grisham didn't say anything, but you swear you could hear him make a vague noise of agreement.
"Okay, I came early on purpose 'cuz I was really craving a croissant... and also maybe some Roserade tea..." you admitted to her sheepishly. "But I'm laughing at the fact your Camerupt is pouting like a big, angry puppy," you said, unable to contain your laughter at the sight anymore.
"Oh, her? She's mad because I said I wouldn't give her second dinner," Griselle explained, giving her Camerupt a side-eye as she did.
"She's pouting?" you asked as you continued to crack up.
"Yea, and it's very funny until she starts using earthquake about it..." Griselle said more towards her pokemon than you, in a scolding tone. Camerupt let out an especially large huff at that.
"She looks like you when you're mad. Just as cute, too..." you teased with a grin. Your comment seemed to make Grisham choke on absolutely nothing, a strangled noise escaping him. Maybe he was just trying not to laugh himself.
Griselle did not appreciate the comparison as much as you did. Nor did she like being called 'cute'. She was a grown woman, not a baby pokemon, she did not need to be called cute. You knew both of those things, and she knew it was one of your favorite things to tease her about.
"See? Just like that! You look... just... like her..." You observed, confident at first, before quickly realizing her growing ire was not in fact, for demonstration...
A quiet laugh escaped Grisham as he looked over at the scene. The comparison was rather striking. And perhaps just a little funny. At least until Griselle turned on him instead.
"Are you seriously LAUGHING over there?! This is NOT funny, Gris!" Griselle snapped at her colleague who was struggling to contain his entertainment at situation.
"O-of course not," Grisham denied, though his tone and the way he was still concealing a smile beneath his hand said otherwise. You laughed akwardly as you backed away from Griselle slowly, closer to Grisham.
"Perhaps you should go, now..." Grisham advised quietly, handing you your drink and pastry.
"Good idea, I'll uh- I'll go home and start dinner, okay?" You momentarily set down your things to give Griselle a hug, a very awkward and tentative one at that, "Okay, bye, love you..." You gave her one last very quick peck on the cheek, grabbed your things, and ran off as fast as you could without tripping.
And at the mention of dinner again, Camerupt nudged Griselle in the back with her snout.
"Pout all you want, you are still NOT getting second dinner!"
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she angy lol
tagging some friendos: @flagmuncher @bigguscheesius @probably-definitely-a-bard
Finally releasing something I've been sitting on for waaay too long -w-
A fic for @hakuaclovers Mafia AU ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥!!! (pt 1)
uwu pretty mafia bosses uwu.... please forgive if this cliche or innaccurate lol i've never been kidnapped by the mafia before 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 also i'm very very nervous about posting this and that's part of the reason it's taken so long -w-
tags/tw: Mafia AU/Mafia Team Flare Nouveau, kidnapping/abduction, yandere, mafia boss grisham x fem reader (not quite yet tho i promise we'll get to the good stuff soon)
Summary: Your new life in Lumiose is interrupted when you're suddenly abducted and taken to the headquarters of a certain organization...
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You were still new to Lumiose, you'd only been in the city for a few weeks, at most. You were still having trouble finding yourself a stable job; and in the meantime running around the city doing odd jobs all day for whatever you could get in return. Without a stable income, you didn't have a real place of your own yet either, but you did at least have a cheap hotel room; It was unclear how long you could continue like this, but as it turns out you wouldn't have to find out... you'd just have an entirely new set of problems to deal with.
It began the night you were headed back to your temporary home, exhausted as you normally were by this time. Someone called out behind you as you were walking down the street.
"Excuse me, Miss?" The polite-sounding voice sounded like it came from behind you, but when you turned, no one was there. You felt a sudden grabbing around your hips, pinning your arms to your sides. You yelped from surprise, before a hand came over your mouth.
"Don't try to scream," a second voice came from behind you. A woman's. She restrained your arms behind your back in a quick, practiced manner, locking them into handcuffs, almost like a police officer would; but she was no police officer. A man stepped out from a close-by alleyway, followed by an imposing Charizard.
Both of them seemed to be wearing some sort of gray-and-orange uniform. You'd seen it before, it was some sort of... organization? you didn't remember. You'd helped a few similar people a couple times before; they'd given you vague instructions about delivering something, it seemed suspicious, but they paid well, so you hadn’t asked questions. In hindsight, maybe you should’ve asked some questions.
“You’re going to have to come with us, Miss.” You realized the man was the owner of the voice you’d first heard, though his polite tone had shifted into something more sinister. Oh, great, you were getting kidnapped. Just great, wonderful, even. Just what you needed. Maybe they’d gotten the wrong person, mistaken you for someone important (and not broke), you hoped foolishly. The woman briefly removed her hand from your mouth long enough for you to speak, or try to, at least.
“Y-you’ve got the wrong person, I-I don’t have any—!” Your protest was cut off by the woman replacing her hand on your mouth, practically slapping you in the process.
“Oh, but you misunderstand us, Miss,” the man began, his arms folded behind his back, (kind of like yours, but unrestrained), “We’re not here to rob you. Nor to harm you; we’re simply here to collect you,” he explained, in a condescending, taunting manner.
“I can’t see why the boss would want someone… like you, but I’m sure there’s… reasons. I’m not paid to judge,” the woman said over your shoulder with a certain disgust in her tone. It felt like an awful lot of judging, for what she’d said; insult to kidnapping injury, really. The man turned to the Charizard with him, and gave it a gentle stroke on the snout.
“Take her back now, alright? Nice and safe,” he commanded the pokemon politely, making no effort to stop you from overhearing him. You didn’t like the sound of it. You struggled harder against the woman’s deceptively strong hold on you. Her grasp on you only tightened as you struggled, beginning to feel painful.
“Quit your pathetic struggling already, brat,” she hissed at you, twisting one of your arms painfully behind you. You let out a pathetic whimper at the pain. She shoved you over to the man, who caught you as you stumbled. The Charizard then scooped you into its scaly arms, off your feet, pulling you close against its hot body. With a few steps into the street it spread its wings and took to the night sky with you. You immediately quit thrashing in its arms, afraid to fall, squeezing your eyes shut tight.
The night air was cold against your skin, where it didn’t press against the fire-type’s, at least. You knew you should open your eyes and see where you were being taken, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look for any longer than a few seconds. You weren’t too afraid of heights, but you also didn’t exactly like the thought of falling however far to the ground either. You didn’t know exactly how long your flight lasted, maybe a few minutes, you guessed, but the pokemon soon landed on a rooftop. This didn’t mean the pokemon released you, however. It held you securely, though you once again struggled against it, safely back on solid ground and no longer at risk of falling to your doom.
A woman who had been standing against a railing, overlooking the city below, smoking, approached you. She was stunning in a way you had never seen before, absolutely striking in a way that made your heart skip beats when she spoke.
“Down,” she commanded firmly to the Charizard still holding you with a gesture. The pokemon obeyed with a low bellow, setting you down onto your feet. You felt paralyzed staring into her sharp eyes behind the tinted glasses she wore, even though it was dark out. She grabbed you by the chin, a satin-gloved hand tilting your head around, like you were an item she was inspecting.
“Good enough. Let’s go, pretty thing.” She apparently found your condition satisfactory enough as she began to pull you along into the building. She seemed to be even stronger than the other woman who’d restrained you, as she effortlessly dragged you by the still-cuffed arm one-handed, cigarette pipe in the other. She led you without another word through the halls of the building until you reached a large, fancy, heavy looking door. She pushed it open with relative ease, taking you into an office of dark tones, soft low-lighting and various expensive and/or dangerous looking artifacts and trinkets. The whole place had an air of both luxury and danger, the faint yet suffocating scent of expensive cologne and cigarettes hanging in the air.
“Sit,” the woman commanded you, in the same way she had commanded the pokemon, pointing to a chair. She then shifted your restraints from behind your back to the arms of the chair you were just sat in. Other than that it was rather comfortable, though. Your chair sat in front of a large sturdy desk, though no one was at it. After securing you, the woman flashed you a bright, sinister smile and patted you on the head, still treating you like anything other than a person. “Good girl, now wait right here, alright?” she cooed at you, like you had any other choice.
“Grisham, your new toy is here, come and see how cute she is~!” the woman called towards the office’s balcony door, left slightly ajar, as she crossed past the desk. Her tone was far brighter than it had been, full of an almost sadistic-sounding pleasure.
Oh sweet Arceus, what had you gotten yourself into?
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UwU hope y'all liked. next time we get to the fun part >:3 (whenever that releases, who even knows -w-)
Short and unserious oneshot about popcorn 🍿(definitely not based on irl events at all)
because griselle can have a little crash out. as a treat. (even tho it's not very little)
behold, i have returned with a short lil fic while i work on more stuff -w-
Summary: a stray popcorn shell causes irritation, and more than just physical.
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It was a seemingly normal evening in, with nothing clearly wrong, and yet Griselle was still in an absolutely foul mood. Harmony could practically feel the negative energy radiating from her as she sat next to her sulking partner on the couch.
Griselle took the opportunity to break into a profane tirade, "I swear, I have tried everything, but every fucking time I have popcorn, there's always one stupid fucking kernel that thinks it's fucking special or something, and it gets STUCK!"
"Griselle, mind your foul mouth, would you? There's no need for such profanity," Grisham chided from the kitchen, in the middle of doing dishes from dinner.
"You try to put soap in my mouth or something and I WILL spit it back at you," she threatened with a sharp glare back at him.
"Noted," he said calmly as he returned to the dishes.
Usually Harmony found Grisham's habit of reprimanding Griselle for cursing a little much; but hearing her returned threat she practically snorted with laughter herself, before quickly stifling her laughter.
"I mean, I understand, popcorn shells never feel good. They always seem to get stuck in the worst places... Do you think... I could help?" she offered, trying to help.
"I don't know what you think you're going to do that I haven't already tried, but I'll do anything to get this stupid thing out."
"Well, maybe I'll be able to see it better than you can?"
Griselle gave a skeptical glare, but followed Harmony into the bathroom anyways.
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In the bathroom now, and after a few minutes of trying to get the right viewing angle, the problematic kernal was located. And once Harmony got a look at it, it was no wonder that it was so painful. The shell was tightly wedged in the very back of her mouth, between a tooth and her gums, digging into them.
"Well, uh, I see it?" Harmony confirmed, sounding a bit unsure of what to do next.
"I saw it too. Now try actually getting it out."
Harmony had a flossing pick, but in the course trying to navigate the pick back and fish the shell out, she had accidentally poked Griselle with the end a number of times, something she was absolutely not hesitant to complain about.
"Ow, fuck, ow! Are you actually trying to get it out or just stab me to death?" She swatted her girlfriend's hand away after getting jabbed one too many times.
"I am trying! But you have to hold still, I think I've almost got it..." Harmony chided, trying to be the one to stay patient, and struggling immensely.
"If you do get it out, remind me to never eat popcorn again..." Griselle huffed one final time before letting Harmony try again.
And just like removing a thorn from a Pyroar's paw, there was one final yelp from Griselle as the offending shell was finally removed.
"Oh, thank ARCEUS!" she cried in relief, "I thought I was going to die with that stupid thing..."
"Arceus? You should be thanking me," Harmony interjected, planting her hands on her hips indignantly.
Griselle gave her a sinister smirk as she caught Harmony's chin, squeezing her cheeks a bit, her fury disappearing along with the popcorn shell, "I will. Later."
Harmony ended up leaving the bathroom with a faint blush on her cheeks and the tips of her ears, and Griselle left with a smug grin, no evidence of her temper remaining.
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popcorn crashouts are real, y'all 😔
hope doing some short stuff while i work on some longer stuff is okay with yall 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
hiiii everyone. thanks for reading my stuff if you've been doing that (i really really really appreciate so so so much!!)
i don't have a meal for y'all just yet but i thought y'all deserved an update on where i'm at anyway.
apologies that stuff has been inconsistent/infrequent so far this year -w- i'm really trying to write when i have the motivation without forcing it (cuz burnout is bad) but i keep spreading myself across wayyy too many wips.
speaking of wips. i know it's been a while since ive updated some of my multiparts (like it has been months for some by now oops TwT) and im sorry about that too!! my brain is just following other stuff right now heheheh.
also been having a lot of self conciousness lately cuz i've been taking too long on things and then they're not good enough and then i feel like i gotta redo em aaaaa -w-
more things hopefully coming somewhat soon? (sometime this week, i hope...)
(Grisham x gn reader) (and a little Griselle bonus at the end >:3)
okay. so i was gonna post this last night but finishing it took way longer than expected because my brain started deteriorating because i refused to go to bed. and then it was 4:30am. oops. uhhhhh. enjoy. 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
Summary: You wake up to a rainstorm outside your window, and then beg your boyfriend to stay home and in bed with you instead of going to work.
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"Please don't go in to work today..." you pleaded with your boyfriend shortly after you'd both woken up to the heavy rain pounding against your bedroom window.
"I'm sorry love, but I have to," Grisham declined in a gentle whisper, pushing a lock of your hair back out of your face and tucking it behind your ear with tender care. You frowned.
"Why don't you ever say yes?" you lamented to him.
"Because if I did, I would never get to work again," Grisham reasoned, and to be fair, he was right. If he were any less resistant to your adorable persuasiveness, he really would never be able be to say 'no' to you.
"That sounds nice... then we could cuddle every morning," you said, trying to subliminally coax him into staying in bed with you just a bit longer.
"Well, the good news is we can already do that," Grisham said as he slid closer than he already was to you, "In fact, it's what we're doing right now..."
"But it's not for long enough... I don't like that you have to leave..." you further complained, your pouting frown growing deeper.
"But if I don't go to work then we won't have money. I have to," Grisham tried reasoning logically with you, though you were still practically half-asleep. He planted an apologetic kiss on your cheek.
"No you don't..." you whined as he sat up, upset at losing his warmth against you.
"I think our bills would disagree, love," Grisham joked as he pulled down the covers, beginning to pull away from you.
"I'll get money somewhere else..." you tried to reassure, though you were absolutely bluffing. You just wanted him to stay with you a bit longer...
"We are not getting a loan from the Rust Syndicate," Grisham struck down the idea before you could even suggest it.
"Okay, but what about–"
"We are not going to Jacinthe either," he interrupted you, knowing what you were probably going to say next, and striking down that idea too.
If he had been able to avoid Jacinthe for this long, then he could avoid the 'temptation' of asking her for a loan. Who knows what she would ask of him, or worse, of you. Grisham would honestly rather deal with the Rust Syndicate, even with his... complicated past with their boss. But neither of them mattered right now. Because he wasn't going to either of them. He was going to go to work.
"But–"
"No. I'm going in to work today, and that is final." Grisham was quickly growing more stern with you, a sign he was finding it harder and harder to say 'no' to you.
"But it's raining... You're gonna get all cold and wet..." You continued your protesting, despite his use of the word, 'final'. You knew you could get him to change his mind if you just kept going a little longer.
"I'll be inside the truck. And I have my raincoat," Grisham reassured you, his tone remaining impeccably even as it always was, despite how much he was internally struggling now.
"But what about Griselle? Won't she be out in the rain?" You thought maybe you could use empathy to convince him.
"She has a raincoat, too. It's going to be alright. Now it's time to get up for breakfast,"
Damn it.
Seeing your usual persuasion tactics failing again, you decide to move to more drastic measures. As Grisham went to free himself from you, you clung on to him tighter, wrapping your arms and legs around him to stop him from getting up. Now that you resembled a Komala clinging onto its precious log, Grisham sighed, briefly ceasing his efforts to pull himself free from you.
"Don't go..." you pleaded to him once again, making the biggest, saddest, eyes you could muster at him.
"Please, let go, love. I have to go make us breakfast," Grisham asked, one hand reassuringly stroking your head, and the other still trying to pry you off, and not having much success in doing so.
"Nuh-uh..." you pouted, acting like a stubborn child, refusing to let go.
"I don't even have to leave just yet. But I do have to leave at some point," he tried to reassure you, "So can you please let go now?"
"Nooooooo... Tell me you'll stay home first."
"And you'll really let go if I do?" Grisham looked at you with an inquisitive expression.
"I'll consider it," you added tentatively.
Grisham seemed to ponder your offer for a minute, or perhaps he was just further scrutinizing your pouting expression, that would undoubtedly disappear as if it never even existed if he'd finally given in to you.
"You have to mean it, too," you further stipulated.
Grisham sighed again. You really weren't letting go. At this point he'd be lucky to even get out of bed today, let alone even get to work. Maybe he could give in just this once, as much as he didn't want to encourage this kind of behavior from you in the future.
The more he thought about it, the more you were unfortunately making sense. The truck really never got many customers when it rained, especially this hard. And there was further consideration of whether it was even worth it to deal with Griselle's inevitable complaining all day, too... He finally decided, after much agonizing, to give in to you, if only to free himself from your unrelenting vise grip.
"Alright, I suppose I can stay home just for today. But this behavior will not work next time," Grisham finally relented to you, with an empty threat and a firm tone that was equally hollow.
"Yaaaay!" you cried out with joy, your despair dissolving like sugar in the rain outside your window, just as he suspected. What he did not expect was you tackling him back into the mattress, crashing back down onto the pillow as you pulled the blankets back over the both of you.
Grisham gave you a disapproving frown and hummed a displeased note.
"Hmm, and I thought you promised to let me go if I said yes... How curious..." he teased.
"I said I'd consider it," you reminded him smugly, your eyes already closed again.
"And I suppose your 'considering' will take another ten minutes or so?" Grisham asked skeptically, though he already knew the answer.
"More like twenty..." you corrected, already half asleep again, and yet still not loosening your grip one bit.
Breakfast could wait another twenty minutes. After all, there was no rush.
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~ bonus >:3 ~
You received a notification on your own rotom phone shortly after Grisham had used his to notify Griselle that they wouldn't be working today. It was a few texts from her:
"i dont know what you did to get gris to cancel today, and honestly i dont even really care, but whatever it is, keep doing it."
"i did NOT want to go out in that. i'll get you an extra pastry next time as a thanks."
"maybe even two."
"and of course, don't tell him i said any of this to you."
You sent her back a ">:3" emoticon in response.
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what did ya think :333 soft n fluffy grisham,,, my beloved <333
fluff, one shot, very tired reader, lap naps, forehead kisses, griselle disgusted at romance, this is not meant to be jacinthe bashing its just the plot
Summary: After finally escaping the clutches of Jacinthe, you stumble your overly exhausted self to Nouveau Café for a pick-me-up. Your weary body has other plans. An unexpected someone is there for you when you wake up, however.
tagging people >:3 @littlesugarbug @hakuaclovers @flagmuncher @probably-definitely-a-bard
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You'd been practically dragged to this ridiculous fancy-rich-people party, and when you'd had to leave urgently to deal with more rogue mega pokemon, you'd been stalked, coerced, and quite literally kidnapped until you had finally agreed to go back. Normally after dealing with a wave of rogue megas, you'd go back to your hotel room to pass out for however long, letting your battle weary body finally rest. Not this time, however, as you had been dragged back to the stupid fancy party by the host's maid-dress-clad right-hand-lady before you could even get in the door. You couldn't even blame her for doing so, however, not after hearing how'd she gotten her position in the first place.
When you finally got back over there, and despite you practically begging; Jacinthe, the tournament's host, insisted that her "perfect" tournament must start now, and there was absolutely no time for something like a nap first.
You had managed to get through the tournament thus far, including Zygarde's impromptu additional battle. You were already thinking about stopping at that Café Nouveau place you liked (the one with the pretty waitress) before going back to the hotel to collapse. You weren't sure if it was just your fatigue talking, but you were beginning to forget when the last time you slept was. Was it one day...? Two? More than that? You truly had no idea anymore. However long it had been, you were going to need the caffeine afterwards. But before you could get your drink (and your nap...), you had one more match. Jacinthe herself, actually. And she was your next promotion match, so there was absolutely no way you were getting out of this.
But just because you were tired—utterly exhausted, really— didn't mean that you were just going to give in and let her win so easily. You were going to win, you were going to get your payback for everything she had put you through, and you would get your rank B. Then you could FINALLY get some sleep.
Before your battle, Urbain tried to give a final enthusiastic pep-talk, but all of his words just sort of melted together in one mass of vague encouragement in your head. As you stepped up to the battlefield, you were approached by Corbeau, and from what you remember of the stern-yet-worried expression on his face, and the way he reached out for your shoulder—almost as if he was steadying you from falling right over—you knew you really weren't doing well by then... But, stubborn as ever, you'd insisted you'd be just fine, and with that he reluctantly let you continue up to the battlefield with one last assurance of his own.
Your battle was by no means an easy victory, only made harder by your fatigue; but you and your loyal pokemon had just barely managed to pull it off, you had won. You could finally leave this stupid fancy party, change out of your ridiculous fancy outfit, and get back to the hotel. You were beginning to think you'd need that coffee just to have energy to even get back, and that was if you could even make it over to the café...
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You could barely manage even staggering by the time you reached the café's truck. You collapsed onto one of the benches as soon as you'd gotten close enough to one. You were still wearing the ridiculous fancy outfit you'd been somehow convinced into wearing. And your eyes could barely stay open as you struggled to keep your head from nodding straight onto the table.
"So, hypothetically, how much espresso do you think you could you put into one drink? And can I order that?" you'd asked wearily to the waitress when she had come over to where you were barely managing to stay concious. She gave you a suspicious glare as she looked over your tired form, arms crossed as if she were judging you, and she definitely was.
"You look like you need to sleep, not to fill yourself up on caffeine," she commented in a rather harsh tone.
"I... I will," you protested weakly, "I just... I need it to get back... to my hotel..." you explained, your words slurring together a bit. You had to physically hold up your own head at this point, as it began to feel like weighed a million pounds on its own.
"Mhm. Sure, definitely..." the waitress added sarcastically. "I'll get you one of those Ember Roasts that you like, but then you'd better go and get some rest. I'll have Charizard drag you back if I have to. Deal?"
"Yes, please..." you agreed quietly.
"Good, now try not to pass out while you wait, okay?" she teased you lightly.
After a solid minute of processing, you were surprised to realize that she had remembered your order, without you even saying anything.
"Wait... you... you remember me? You remember what I get?" you asked her curiously as she turned to walk away.
"I remember how much of a tired wreck you always are when you show up, it makes it easier," the waitress replied smugly as she briefly turned back to you.
Okay. Just a few minutes and you'd have your drink. Just a few more minutes... Though maybe you could close your eyes just for a second... It wasn't like you'd fall asleep or anything... Despite your best efforts not to, you slowly slid back against the bench, your head eventually hitting the wooden seat with a soft thunk.
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When Griselle had returned with your promised coffee, she threw her head back into a groaning sigh, seeing you soundly asleep on the café bench, still in your ridiculous gaudy suit. She had been joking when she told you not to pass out earlier; And she almost wished she hadn't said that at all... She set down your drink on the table anyways and then just kinda stared at you a bit. You were awfully still in your sleep. Almost concerningly so.
"Hey, Gris, come here for a second," Griselle called over to café's baristo, sounding somewhere between annoyed and concerned. She curiously poked a couple times at your soundly asleep body; you were not, in fact, dead, but it sure looked like it.
"Oh, they've fallen asleep, have they?" Grisham stated innocently, looking over you, "My, they look so tired..." he stated with sympathetic concern.
"They look dead," Griselle added flatly, hesitantly poking you one more time. The pair struggled to see if your chest was still rising and falling through the ruffles of your outfit, and concern flooded into their expressions as they looked at each other.
"Perhaps I'll just... confirm that they really are sleeping..." Grisham suggested awkwardly, sincerely hoping you had not just died on the café's premises. He approached you, and carefully reached down for your neck, checking you for a pulse.
Thankfully, you were warm and you definitely still had a pulse. You seemed to be fine; just VERY tired. Grisham sat down next to you on the bench where you lie, inspecting you closer.
"I think now is a good time for a break, don't you, Griselle?" he asked her with a smile. She wasn't gonna argue with a break. Grisham carefully lifted your head up onto his leg, letting you rest your tired head in his lap; figuring it'd be a bit more comfortable than the bench. You let out a soft moan and stirred a tiny bit, but didn't actually wake up. He began to idly stroke your hair, in a gentle petting motion. Griselle gave him an odd look when she noticed.
"What do you think you're doing? Stop doing that, it's weird," she chided at her coworker's strangely affectionate gesture. "They don't even know your name yet and now you're going to let them sleep in your lap?"
"They're tired, they clearly need the rest. I've just made them a bit more comfortable," Grisham defended calmly. "Though I suppose we've yet to introduce ourselves properly before now, haven't we?"
"And you say like that like you haven't been doing it on purpose..." Griselle added.
As much as he probably shouldn't have, and as much he wouldn't admit to it no matter how much Griselle would tease him about it; Grisham could at least admit to himself that he had taken a liking to you in particular...
Like Griselle would, he'd notice when you'd show up to the café, always looking so exhausted. Sometimes you'd show up with those friends of yours, and sometimes you'd just come by yourself (and maybe a pokemon). But either way, your tired face would remain unchanged. He would wonder about it sometimes: Did you just always look like that? Did you have insomnia like he did? What job did you even work to get yourself this tired all the time?
Once or twice he'd thought of just asking you himself—politely, of course—but never did, not wanting to pry into your personal life too much. Maybe he would when you woke up, if he found the courage to. He wasn't insecure– he was just... aware of himself. And everything that would make people off-put from him...
At least you looked peaceful as you napped, despite your otherwise fancy and frazzled appearance. He was rather curious about that too, though he could guess it had something to do with how Lebanne had showed up your gathering at the café a few days ago. It seemed like Griselle was thinking the same thing.
"What do you think they even were doing in that ridiculous get-up?" Griselle pondered aloud, looking down at you as you slept.
"I believe they may have gone and gotten themselves entangled in that SBC group..." Grisham replied sympathetically.
"Ugh, I'm not surprised it'd be them. They're so pushy..." Griselle scoffed, "And I was wondering what Lebanne had been here for... But it looks like they got another one." Griselle didn't personally know Jacinthe, but she was old friends with Lebanne. She was also pretty sure that she and Grisham would have been hassled by them all the time as well had they not kept their identities mostly secretive.
"The poor thing..." Grisham added solemnly.
"Well, they're not in a maid outfit yet, and they did come here by themselves... Maybe they're not totally lost..." Griselle suggested hopefully. Her words seemed to spark something inside of Grisham, sparked a feeling. A fullness in his grew in his chest as he looked down at you, still so peaceful in your sleep, and a small smile grew across his face. He knew then that you were something he wanted to protect.
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Despite him saying they would just be taking break, it was an hour later, and Grisham hadn't moved from where he had sat with you, even with Griselle heckling him about it. He just didn't want leave you or wake you up yet...
Suddenly you stirred a bit with a groan, and he looked back down to you as your eyes began to flicker open. The first sensation you felt as you awoke was how your head felt like it was on something soft and warm, or at least, more than you'd expect from the wooden bench you laid on. When your eyes blinked open you were immediately surprised to see your eyes lock with someone else's. Eyes narrow, piercing, and auburn in color looked down at you, and you felt your heart skip a beat or two as you suddenly filled with panic.
You tried to sit up, but you found you couldn't. You were still exhausted and feeling sore, and thought that might've been why, but you found you actually couldn't sit up due to a hand placed over your chest, gently urging you to lay back down. You realized you had been laying in someone's lap. Sweet Arceus, you had done it now. In your exhaustion you had gone and fallen asleep on someone for who knows how long...
Shame grew inside of you as you quickly began to stutter a still-half-asleep apology, "Did... did I fall asleep on you?! I'm so, so, so sorry–! I-I promise I didn't mean to!"
You further realized from the way the man's expression briefly shifted to a pleasant eyes-closed smile who's lap you had fallen asleep in. You had somehow fallen asleep on the café's baristo, the man who normally stood behind the counter of the truck.
"Please calm down, alright?" he soothed, "You've nothing to be sorry for," he calmly assured you, looking at you with a sympathetic expression. Looking back into his eyes, you realized you had actually never even seen them before now... Your brain was still clouded, but you would absolutely remember if you had seen eyes like his before...
"B-but I fell asleep on you... A-and you're working..." You sputtered in response.
"I've taken a break, it's no problem," he said nonchalantly. Great. You had managed to fall asleep on him on his break. That was arguably worse, you thought.
"Still... I doubt you wanted a stranger falling asleep onto you while you're trying to relax... I'm sorry..." you apologized to him again, cringing, still full of embarassment.
"And I told you you've nothing to apologize for," he repeated to you. "You've not caused me any trouble at all, alright?" He was insistent on reassuring you, reaching down to cradle the side of your face in an oddly affectionate gesture. You let out an embarrassing squeak at it.
"You looked so awfully exhausted, I only wanted to let you rest a bit more comfortably," he explained to you sympathetically. The dots were beginning to connect in your mind, but they still didn't make very much sense to you.
"You... let me sleep on you?" you guessed, still sounding quite confused. He nodded at you with a warm smile. "F-for how long?" you asked. He was about to answer you, but you heard a woman's voice interject first.
"Oh, you're finally up? You were out for like, an hour..." she informed you, you looked up and saw it was the pretty waitress. Now you were only more embarrassed.
"I knew this was a bad idea. I told you it was weird, Gris, but you wouldn't listen," she chided her colleague. You wondered if what she called him was his name. You realized you didn't actually know it. You didn't know either of their names, despite how many times you had come there.
"I thought I told you not to pass out when I left, didn't I?" she teased you with faux-annoyance. "You were so still when I got back that I thought you died." You got flustered when heard that. As if you weren't embarrassed enough...
"Griselle, leave them alone, please? They're already stressed enough," the man turned and reprimanded her. 'Griselle' must've been her name. She let out an angry huff and gave him a final dirty look before sulking off.
"'Gris'?" you repeated back to him, "Is that your name?" you questioned, looking up at him confused.
"Grisham," he corrected you gently and with a warm expression. "That's my name, yes." He gave you a little nod of confirmation.
"Do you always wait until someone's fallen asleep on you to tell them your name?" you asked, your tone playful. Grisham laughed a bit in response.
"I think I'd have to say no to that," he replied, "You are... a special case," he added, a bit awkwardly.
"I'm special? Because you didn't tell me for so long?" you guessed, though you weren't bitter about it.
"You are special," he paused. Special to him, and especially cute, he'd wanted to say, but didn't. "But not for that reason," Grisham said instead. "I had meant to tell you sooner, my apologies for that."
"Oh," you responded simply, "Are you shy?" your tone was genuine and not teasing, but it felt that way to him as he fought to keep a reddish blush from coming to his cheeks.
Shy for you? Definitely. He wanted to say. "No... not... usually," Grisham strained out his response like it hurt to say the words, and he technically wasn't even lying.
"Oh, and uhh, thanks for umm... doing this for me, Grisham..." You thanked him quietly, trying not to get flustered yourself, still mildly embarassed about the whole thing.
You were still laying in his lap after all this time. And seeing you look up at him like you did, and hearing the way his name came so beautifully off of your lips, Grisham almost couldn't take it. He had to subtly bite the inside of his to maintain his composure. Why did you have to be so cute? Why couldn't he just come out and say something about it?
"You're very welcome. But please do get some more rest soon, okay?" His tone remained as even as it had been, but by now a deep red flush had covered Grisham's cheeks.
"I... will," you promised, blushing just as much him now. Neither of you could look at each other anymore. "You probably need to get back to work, don't you..." you asked solemnly, secretly not wanting your moment with him to end.
"I believe I do," Grisham confirmed, seemingly just as melancholic about it as you were. He helped you carefully sit back up, and then got up from the bench himself. You wanted to protest at loss of his comfortable warmth cradling you, but you resisted.
But just as he turned to walk back up to the truck, he suddenly went still. He made a decision in that moment: He wasn't going to wait any longer.
"Do you"—Grisham struggled to push out the words that felt caught in his throat—"have any plans for dinner tonight? Would you perhaps care to join me after I've finished here?" You let out a surprised squeak at his proposition as heat flooded your face.
"I... would like that..." you confessed to him quietly. "I promise I won't fall asleep on you... again," you said with awkward laughter.
"And I promise I won't mind if you do," Grisham added fondly as he started back towards the truck again. You got up and suddenly wrapped your arms around him from behind into a hug, startling him just a tiny bit.
"I'll see you later."
Grisham freed one of his arms from where yours pinned them to his side to brush a strand of hair from your face, and turned his head back to where you clung to him, "Come back at 8, alright?"
In one ultimate act of affection, he leaned in just a bit more to you, and gave you a kiss on the forehead.
"UGH, will you stop being GROSS and get back to WORKING already?!" Griselle complained loudly at the sight.
You released him from your tight embrace, and began to walk away when you heard hin call to you, hanging off the truck's door.
"Why don't you stay for a drink? You never had yours earlier," he offered looking rather smug, doing it if only just to spite his repulsed co-worker a little more.
"That sounds great," you agreed with a smug look of your own, returning right back to your table.
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yay!!! yippee!!! what did you think :DDD i hope you liked it :3
yay yippee more Griselle (fluff this time i promise im back to being normal)
I had a talonflame on my plza playthrough team and thought "wouldn't it be cute if it was friends with griselle's talonflame too??"
Summary: What begins as a conversation about how Harmony's pokemon act around her girlfriend Griselle, turns into their discovery of a very cute coincidence.
apologies for any bird behavior innaccuracies btw im not a bird expert i just like 'em n thought this would be cute -w- okiii thanksss
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"Why do all of your pokemon hate me?" Griselle asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that she and Harmony had been sitting in.
"What? What do you mean?" Harmony looked up at her confused, wondering what had prompted her girlfriend's sudden question. They had just been laying on the couch together, on their phones and such.
"All of your pokemon. They seem like they hate me. And only me," Griselle explained bitterly.
"They do not hate you, that's not true," Harmony refuted sympathetically, reaching to put an arm around her partner's shoulder.
"It's fine. You don't need to lie to make me feel better, I'm not a kid," Griselle remarked as she turned away.
"You don't sound like it's fine..." Harmony added quietly. Okay, clearly she was not fine. Harmony tried to think about if maybe something happened recently, but nothing really stuck out to her.
"I'm not jealous over your pokemon, that'd be pathetic," Griselle huffed in response, her expression betraying her true feelings.
"I... didn't say you were, but clearly something's up," Harmony hesitated slightly with her reply, sounding concerned.
"I don't care. It's fine," Griselle insisted, still sounding bitter, like just maybe she did care and it wasn't fine.
"People who really don't care don't have to say they don't... just saying..." Harmony replied quietly.
"Well I thought I'd say so. I thought you'd know by now how much I hate being unclear," Griselle retorted, crossing her arms. Harmony did know that already, but she also knew that right now her girlfriend was upset, and she intended to fix that.
A few quiet moments passed, not a comfortable silence like before, but a more tense, awkward kind while Harmony thought about what to say.
"...why do you think that they hate you?" Harmony asked, repositioning herself closer, curling up to Griselle's side.
Griselle didn't intend on answering at first; but when Harmony snuggled herself closer giving her big, pleading puppy-dog eyes, she couldn't resist. Damn her girlfriend's persuasive adorableness.
"All of them give me strange looks. Absol growls at me," she began, "And I haven't even done anything, as far as I'm aware."
"Okay... you do make sort of a fair point about Absol... I don't think I even known why she doesn't like you so much..." Harmony conceded, frowning a bit.
"See? They hate me, and not even you know why..." Griselle lamented.
A few more quiet moments passed as Harmony tried to think of a counterpoint.
"What about Bean? Bean likes you. Infact, I'd say Bean likes you a lot," Harmony suggested, smiling fondly. That much was true; Bean the Meganium did get awfully excited whenever he saw Griselle. (And had possibly tackled her once or twice about it...) Sometimes Bean would release a puff of sweet pollen from his flower, which while done with good intentions, (the pollen usually had a relaxing effect on people) Griselle happened to have quite the bad pollen allergy, meaning Bean's kind gesture would always leave her a coughing and sneezing mess afterwards.
"That Meganium of yours is an absolute menace,"
"He's trying to be nice... and he just wants you to give him neck rubs..." Harmony defended her pokemon, pouting slightly.
"Well can he be nice in a way that doesn't wreck my sinuses? I enjoy being able to breathe, believe it or not..." Griselle snarked at Harmony playfully.
"Okay, okay. What about my other pokemon? Even if they don't love you as much as Bean does, I doubt they hate you," Harmony reasoned, looking up to her sympathetically.
"Ok, then speaking of menaces, your Heracross. It's always just staring at me, and when it isn't, it's because it's too busy staring at Grisham. Why does it do that?" Griselle asked, looking unnerved.
"Bois? Probably looking for treats," Harmony responded nonchalantly, sitting up a little bit. "If you really thinks Bois hates you, I think you need to take another look at him. I genuinely don't even think he has the capacity for malice..."
"There really is nothing behind those eyes, is there?" Griselle pondered flatly.
Harmony began to idly play with the reddish ends of her girlfriend's hair. She twirled it in slow spirals as she stared off across the room.
"I bet my Talonflame would like you... You're so good with yours..." Harmony muttered quietly, still trying to make her partner feel better.
"Since when have you had a Talonflame?? I've never even seen you with one," Griselle challenged, looking confused as she sat straight up.
"Fletchling was one of the first pokemon I caught when I came here," Harmony explained as if it were obvious.
"Then why haven't I ever seen it? Not even once?" Griselle challenged with a suspicious expression.
"She's uhh... just really shy, I think... She doesn't like to hang around people as much as all my other pokemon," Harmony explained with a sheepish grin. She really wasn't lying, but she had a certain talent for making it sound like it, even when she wasn't.
"Okay, not to call you a liar, babe, but I'm gonna need to see this bird to believe you," Griselle added skeptically.
"At least I have her right now, for some reason recently she's just been flying off somewhere and I can't even find her until she comes back by herself..." Harmony began, frowning slightly, "I actually meant to ask you about it to see if you knew anything..."
"Do you know when she started doing that? Was it about a month ago?" Griselle questioned, the topic seeming to have suddenly piqued her interest. Harmony appeared to be mentally counting for a second.
"Yea, it has been about that long... How'd you guess?" Harmony asked curiously, seeming a bit surprised. With that confirmation, a sly smile began to spread on her girlfriend's face; she had a sneaking suspicion she knew what was happening.
"...I bet it's cuz she's gone and got herself a lover."
"Wait that she's... she's what??" Harmony turned to her incredulously. The possibility of her pokemon running— or, really, flying— off for some kind of love affair was something that hadn't even crossed her mind.
"It's mating season, you know," Griselle informed (and it was something Harmony absolutely did not know until now), "Even trained Talonflame participate, mine's been doing the same." Harmony gave her look a like a lot of things just suddenly made a lot more sense.
"But you said you've got yours now, yeah? Show me, would you? I still wanna see it," Griselle asked impatiently, now having forgotten her previous bitterness for the topic of bird pokemon.
"Okay, okay, gimme a second here." Harmony began to dig through her bag for her Talonflame's pokeball. "D'you have yours too right now? I don't know if having another of her kind would make her feel better..." Harmony guessed as she continued to look through her bag, eventually fishing out a pokeball.
"Might end badly, but if we're both going to be here it should be just fine..." Griselle commented as she got up from the couch to get her own pokemon.
When she returned, she released hers first, the bird pokemon materializing from a quick ball in a flash of light. It hopped up onto the arm of the couch next to its trainer where Griselle gave it a few scritches under its beak.
Harmony released hers next, the slightly smaller fire bird materializing next to her own trainer. The pokemon intially ducked behind Harmony a bit upon seeing Griselle, but Harmony gave her a few reassuring pets.
"It's okay, girl. Look, we've got a bird friend for you," Harmony reassured her pokemon as Griselle's Talonflame craned its neck inquisitively to see Harmony's.
"Why don't you go see? I'll be right here, okay?" Harmony's pokemon gave her a nuzzle with her beak before reluctantly making her way across the sitting area to Griselle and her own pokemon were waiting.
"Well, she certainly seems to like you, at least," Griselle remarked at the show of affection, "She looks nice, though. Not surprised she'd find herself a mate." The pokemon gave a happy chirping at the compliment, stepping a little closer to Griselle.
"Oh, and she likes pets a lot, you should try that," Harmony suggested with a smile.
"Is that true, huh? You like that, don't you?" Griselle cooed at the pokemon who leaned down a bit as she pet her in the same way she'd pet her own bird.
"See, look at how much she likes you," Harmony said, happy to see both her partner and her pokemon feeling better, "Aw, you're both so cute," Harmony added slyly, hoping her girlfriend would be too distracted to notice what she'd been called.
"Don't push it," Griselle chided lightly, giving Harmony a look. Griselle's Talonflame then hopped over her lap closer to Harmony's, and seemed to trill a greeting at it.
"Be nice, alright?" Griselle gave a stern caution to her pokemon, though it hadn't shown any aggression yet. The birds joined each other on the couch's arm and began to nuzzle each other affectionately, as if this somehow wasn't their first time meeting.
"Wow, did they really become friends that fast? I don't think I've seen her be so friendly before," Harmony observed, seeming happy, if not a little confused at how affectionate the two pokemon were with each other. Both trainers watched with cautious joy as the pair made happy little trills and chirps at each other, preened each other's red and grey feathers and nuzzled up together.
"What, something wrong? They're being nice to each other..." Harmony replied inqusitively.
"Almost a little too nice, don't you think?" Griselle tried to hint at Harmony to see if she'd come to the same conclusion she had.
"Oh. Oh—"
"Y-you mean that...?" Harmony stammered, finally reaching the critical realization for herself. This was certainly not the outcome she'd expected today.
"They're in love, yeah," Griselle cleared any of Harmony's lingering suspicions with her statement with a smug look.
"We've got sapphic birds? What kind of a coincidence is that?" Harmony almost seemed to laugh at the idea.
"Almost grossly adorable, isn't it?" Griselle laughed a bit herself. Harmony sat down next to partner again, snuggling right into her side as she had before, and now mirroring their pokemon.
"See, look at how much better you feel now, I told you they don't—" Harmony began to gloat.
...Before she was promptly shut up by a kiss.
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yayyyy lesbians and their birds who are also lesbians :3 tell me what you thought of it :DDD
:3 tagging some friends yippee: @littlesugarbug @hakuaclovers @flagmuncher
pls forgive any typos lol it is currently 2:30am as i barely cling to conciousness trying to post this. anyways. getting a lil freaky with griselle.
Summary: You're doing some stretching when your girlfriend comes home. Your current position ignites a feeling inside of her, one not easily put out.
not explicit or even very spicy or anything but a little... kinky? i suppose? idk this is just what happens in my brain -w-
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Griselle came home to find you on the floor, where you were stretching kind of like her Pyroar would sometimes. You paused and sat back on your knees when you saw her to greet her.
"You're back," you said cheerfully with a smile, before returning to your stretches.
"I am," Griselle replied, with that smug smile of hers that meant she was happy to see you. She saw you on your knees, arms stretched out in front of you; it looked like you were bowing to her.
"Practicing for me? Aw, what a good girl you are," Griselle teased, leaning over on her elbows on the kitchen counter as she watched you. You shrunk down and turned pink a little bit, flustered by her comment.
"I'm just... stretching," you corrected, pretending to be annoyed.
"Good, you're going to need that too," she added, with an almost sadistic grin at you. You went even redder at that. "Though I'll still make sure you won't be able to walk tommorrow, don't worry. Not after I—"
"Noooo, stopppp!" you groaned, interuppting her. You covered your face as it grew to same shade as your girlfriend's twintails. Griselle laughed at your misery, smiling devilishly to herself. She knew exactly how to rile you up, and she loved doing it. You secretly enjoyed it too, as much as you hated admitting it even just to yourself.
"Well maybe don't look like you're trying to be my cute little pokemon, then," Griselle reasoned, "My little Litleo." She came over to you and ruffled your hair.
Griselle didn't usually use nicknames or pet names much, but that was one she liked to call you sometimes, especially teasing you with it.
She liked to treat you more like you were her pokemon than her human girlfriend sometimes.
...And you let her. Let her pet you, command you no different than she'd command her actual pokemon, and sometimes, when you were totally alone together (and in a good mood), you let her put the leash on you. Sometimes she'd take it further and would make you call yourself the quite literal pet name as she tugged on the collar. She would always reward you well afterwards though, part of why you let her do it at all.
You just couldn't deny how happy doing all of this to you made her, and it wasn't like it would happen in public... too much.
You let out a deep sigh, "I'm just trying to stretch, I swear..." you insisted. The way you remained in your position on the floor was making Griselle feel things. The way you had sort of unintentionally whimpered at the end of your last plea was not helping.
You looked up at her, and saw that all too familiar look that meant a passionate flame had lit inside of her, and wouldn't be extinguished until you had sufficiently played along.
"Now...?" you let out one last quiet protest. She nodded eagerly back at you.
"I've had a long day, I deserve this, really," Griselle pouted, crossing her arms. You sighed again, a sign of your resignation. She lit back up at that.
"Good. Now sit," Griselle began to order you around.
"But I'm already—" you protested again, confused, as you were already sitting.
"Did I say speak?" Griselle interrupted you, "Bad girl, I said sit," she reprimanded. You put your hands down on the floor, knowing that was what she really wanted from you. You looked back up at her for approval.
"Better," Griselle said, giving you a couple of headpats. "Bow," she commanded next. You leaned down on your hands, hanging your head to look down at the floor.
"Look at me," Griselle ordered, "Show me your cute face," she cooed at you in the cute way she did whenever you did this.
"Lower." She pointed down at the floor. You obeyed, now down on your elbows, keeping your pleading eyes focused on her.
"Now that's my good girl," she praised, giving you another pet on the head. She put a hand under your chin, and gave you a small kiss on the forehead. Your eyes were big and your cheeks pink as you looked up at her.
"Can I get up now...?" you asked her quietly.
Griselle took on her most evil and smug smirk yet, "Beg."
You gave her one last pouting and pleading look, as if to say "do I really have to?" though you didn't actually say anything. You discarded whatever pride and dignity you had left—because who needs dignity when you have a girlfriend as pretty as her, right?— and, fully looking into her eyes, awaiting you, and you whimpered. You whimpered the most pathetic little noises for her, and she looked so supremely satisfied at the sound of it.
"Aw, so good for me," Griselle commended, "My little Litleo."
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:3c thats me i'm the good kitty :333 i mean who said that
A sickfic (Harmony's Sick Day) snippet because I don't have any wips ready right now TwT
important note this isnt even the next chapter lol, but the next next chapter (10? i think itll be?) anyways tried not to spoil too much here because this chapter will be very important >:3
enjoy
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It felt like a dam of repressed emotions broke free in Harmony's mind all at once, all in one confusing, maddening wave that left tears spilling down her cheeks without her even noticing as her chest began to heave with uneven breaths.
Her sudden stirring and soft crying had awoken Absol, who laid around her feet. The pokemon stirred itself, and got closer to see its trainer's face in the darkened bedroom. As Absol crawled up near the pillow, right next to Harmony, it made a concerned noise, and put its paws in her lap, as if to ask her what was wrong. Absol's weight on her lap grounded her, and pulled her back down to her own body a bit.
"'M fine, 'sol. G'back t'sleep, girl," Harmony's quiet words came out all slurred and stuck together, from her tiredness, from her crying, and from her congestion. She tried to give it a few reassuring pets, but then Absol got up, jumped down from the bed with a soft thump, and quietly tip-tapped its way back out of the room.
"Mmwhere are you—" Harmony asked with a moan into the darkness as her pokemon left the room. Maybe it got hungry for a midnight snack...?
_
Back out on the sofa, Grisham was reminded of how he frequently suffered with insomnia, and tonight was no different. It wasn't actually that the sofa was too uncomfortable to sleep on, but more that whenever he would try to sleep he would be left alone with his thoughts, all the thoughts he would repress during the day. He was beginning to feel a little tired, though, until he heard a tip-tapping sound approaching him, along with a sad-sounding whimpering. He felt a pawing at his side as he turned and slowly blinked a few times, his eyes adjusting to the dark.
"Mm, Absol? What is it? Is Harmony alright?" Grisham asked in a weary whisper to the pokemon looking at him with a sad expression he could just barely make out. Absol cried and gently tugged at him in response, urging him to follow. Grisham pulled down the blanket he had covered himself with, and slid off of the sofa, thinking it best to go check on Harmony, just in case something was wrong.
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short but it's something and i hope i gets you thinking about what's gonna happen >:3
yes. two in one day (kinda). more griselle. what can i say, i love her. my beautiful wife <3
this time we're doin valentine's day. specifically her receiving a gift :D hope you enjoy it >:3
(also this idea came to me reading @littlesugarbug's urbain valentine's fic, so go read that too it's very cute)
Summary: Griselle is confused (and possibly a bit underwhelmed) by Harmony's Valentine's gift for her, but she learns the true meaning of her girlfriend's odd-at-first gift.
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"Wow. An apple and a heal ball. Really went all out this year, huh?" Griselle remarked sarcastically, seeing what was meant to be her girlfriend's valentine's day present for her. Okay, her reaction wasn't what Harmony had been hoping for... She frowned at Griselle a bit, hoping she'd realize what her gift actually was.
"I guess I was getting a little hungry. Not really for an apple, but..." she added, lifting the apple to her mouth to take a bite.
"Wait, no, it's not–!" Harmony exclaimed, horrified to see she was trying to eat it.
Suddenly, a strange panicked chirp came from the apple, and what looked like a worm popped out of it. Griselle stopped immediately, pulling the apple back to look at the worm, and coincidentally sharing the same mildly shocked expression.
"Okay, did you know there was a worm in this apple before you gave it to me? Or were you really in that much of a rush for a gift?" She asked, hoping for some kind of explanation.
"No, he's supposed to be the gift. He lives in there!" Harmony explained cheerfully, though Griselle's confused expression didn't change.
"Are you saying you got me a worm? A worm and a heal ball?" Griselle guessed, looking lost now.
"His name is Tart and the heal ball is his pokeball," Harmony continued, hoping to clear up her partner's confusion, "He's an Applin!"
Griselle looked a bit worried that she had nearly just eaten the poor little pokemon.
"It's okay, you didn't hurt him. He lives in the apple, but it's not actually part of him yet," Harmony thought to reassure her, seeing her worry. She couldn't resist laughing just a little, though.
"What does it do when the apple rots? Do I have to find it a new apple? It better not be picky about it..." Griselle asked curiously, inspecting the little pokemon.
"That's what's so interesting about Applin," Harmony began, "As long as Applin lives there the apple doesn't rot," she informed her.
"Can it evolve into anything a little less... wormy?" Griselle questioned hesitantly, to which Applin made another chirp as if it was offended. "Look, I love you, babe, but I'm not really into bug types..."
"I know, Applin isn't a bug type," Harmony corrected her, "It's grass and dragon type, actually," she added with excitement. Griselle laughed at that, thinking she was joking. Harmony had a blank expression that said she wasn't.
"You're... not serious, are you? This is a dragon type?" she asked, holding out the apple pokemon. Tart the Applin looked back at Griselle, a little sad. Harmony noticed this, and looked sympathetically at Tart.
"Uhh... I think you might've hurt his feelings a little," She commented sheepishly.
"I... I wasn't trying to insult it or anything, how was I supposed to know??" Griselle began to panic, trying to hand the apple pokemon back to Harmony, worried to hurt it more.
"It's okay, it's okay! Just... uhh, say something nice to him to make him feel better, maybe?" Harmony suggested, trying to calm her, pushing the little pokemon back into her hands. Griselle sighed, calming back down.
"What's its name again?" Griselle asked her awkwardly.
"I named him Tart, but you can call him something else if you want..." Harmony responded quietly.
"No... that's a cute name for it, I'll keep it," Griselle insisted, and Tart perked up at a little hearing that.
"Sorry I said that stuff to you, I didn't mean it..." she apologised to her new pokemon, who chirped happily, rocking in her hands with excitement.
"Look, he likes you," Harmony giggled a bit as Tart jumped from Griselle's hands right onto her shoulder. It seemed to turn her a little pink. Harmony leaning in to kiss her on the cheek certainly didn't make it any better.
"You said this was what, an apple-in? Okay, I guess it is cute..." Griselle admitted quietly.
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Grisham, soon noticing Griselle's new companion, smiled at Tart, nestled between orange hair.
"Look at that, Harmony got you an Applin, did she? What a lovely gift."
"It is awfully cute, though I did almost take a bite out of it at first..." Griselle confessed, Tart still on her shoulder, chirping happily.
"Do you know why she got you that, Griselle?" Grisham asked warmly. He had heard about Applin-giving before, but since Applin weren't native to Kalos, he hadn't seen it before.
"...Because it's Valentine's Day?" Griselle guessed with a small shrug, wondering why he'd ask an obvious question like that.
"Well, yes. But Harmony is Galarian, isn't she?" Grisham continued.
"Yeah, and I love her anyways. What's your point here, Gris?" Griselle replied, beginning to sound impatient.
Grisham laughed and shook his head, "No, that's not what I mean, Griselle." He gestured over to Tart, "Giving someone an Applin in particular has a special meaning; it's more than just a simple gift," he explained with a soft smile.
"Well, tell me what it is, if you want to me know so bad. I couldn't even tell it was a pokemon at first..." Griselle remarked, still feeling bit bad she hadn't understood the gift at first.
"In Galar, gifting someone an Applin—especially on a day like today— it's a sign of how much you love them," Grisham explained to his colleague thoughtfully, "It means that they wish to be with you, always. It's a promise, of sorts."
And at the same time Grisham had finished explaining, Harmony came right up behind Griselle and flung her arms around her in a hug, startling her just a little.
"Is... that really true? You really love me that much?" Griselle asked hesitantly, as Harmony nestled herself under her arm.
"Of course I do," Harmony assured her warmly, "I love you soooo much," she affirmed quietly as she hugged her tight. Pink once again began to spread across Griselle's face, still never used to her girlfriend's sudden acts of public affection. Grisham stifled a laugh behind his hand, though he still earned a scowl from Griselle for it.
"...That's actually why I chose a heal ball for him too. I wanted to get you a real love ball, but I couldn't find one anywhere... hope that's okay..." Harmony explained awkwardly, looking ever-so-slightly disappointed in herself.
"Of course you'd go and do something adorable like that," Griselle teased, ruffling Harmony's hair. "And I love it anyways. Just like I love you," she added, placing a sweet kiss on Harmony's forehead.
ugghhh i love women i love em so much. especially when they are griselle... tell me ur thoughts on it i've got another surprise planned for valentine's day itself >:3
Body Positivity w/ Griselle (for @littlesugarbug >:3)
hope you like it :3
Read the original here!! (it's very good)
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You stood in the bathroom, looking into the mirror. And... you didn't like what you saw. The dress had looked so good in the store, on the mannequin, and in the ad across the store's wall... Why didn't it look good on you?
The dress felt fine, the fabric was soft and comfortable and you didn't feel squeezed by it, but the way the form hugged your curves, all of them, the way it seemed to highlight the way your stomach stuck out... and how wide your thighs were... the more you felt like you should just take it off.
You had never really liked clothes shopping, but when Griselle insisted you come with her (i.e. dragged you along without a choice) you thought it would be fine; as you asssumed she'd just be shopping for herself. And it was fine, until you gotten home and she pulled out a ruby-red dress that was for you, apparantly.
"Why don't you be a good girl and go try this on? I wanna see how good you look in it," she'd ordered you, pushing you into the bathroom with dress.
Maybe you could say it didn't fit or something. You didn't want to show her, not when it showed off your less-than-petite figure the way it did.
"What's taking so long? Did you get stuck or something?" Griselle called impatiently from the other side of the door, in that same sarcastic tone she always had.
"A-almost ready!" You called back, stuttering a little. You squeezed at your stomach, at your sides, and at your thighs, hoping they would just magically shrink if you prodded at them enough. You soon gave up, and walked out of the bathroom, looking defeated.
"Damn."
"I know, it's–" you began quietly, hoping to convince her to let you take it off quickly before she interrupted you.
"Amazing. Come here, pretty girl," she praised you. You obeyed, though first squeezing back your stomach by pushing your arms over it.
"Okay, what's with the look? You look like a kicked baby pokemon," Griselle remarked, noticing your forlorn expression.
"It doesn't look good on me..." You mumbled sadly, rubbing over your stomach, trying to suck it in to make it smaller.
"Lying to me now? Bad girl," Griselle mock-scolded, giving you a playful smack.
"But my stomach— it's so—" you protested, continuing to pinch and poke at it.
"Adorable? Soft? Perfect?" Griselle interrupted you again, replacing your hands with hers, feeling gently over your curves as she leaned her head over your shoulder. "Come here," she ordered you, dragging you back into the bathroom in front of the mirror.
"Now what's in the mirror? Tell me." She tilted your head up so you were looking at your reflection. You saw your girlfriend's gorgeous figure juxtaposed with yours. It seemed like her body curved in all the right places, where as yours only awkwardly stretched out in all the wrong ones.
In the mirror you saw a beautiful woman, and her girlfriend that had barely a fraction of that same beauty. You tried to look down away from yourself again, back to your stomach.
"Ah– No, tell me," Griselle repeated, readjusting your head, holding it in place this time.
"...You?"
"And?"
"Me?"
"And what about you, huh?" She coaxed you gently, brushing a hand against your face.
"That I'm... not pretty like you...?" you mumbled.
"Well I see a pretty red dress, worn by an even prettier girl, so clearly somebody's wrong here. And it isn't me," Griselle corrected, smiling slyly.
"But wouldn't you like me more if...?" you trailed off, trying to avoid saying the words out loud.
"If I couldn't do this?" Griselle slid her hands down your sides, slowly, over every one of your curves, not compressing, not hiding, just admiring. They eventually came to rest around your hips, digging into your soft sides, and pulled you up against her.
"No. I love you just like this," Griselle affirmed, holding you tight, then suddenly spinning you around to face her.
"Now who's my pretty girl? Tell me," She whispered sweetly to you, almost taunting you with it.
"I am..." you mumbled imperceptibly, not looking her in the eyes.
"What was that? Look at me," she ordered you.
"I am," you repeated, a bit louder this time, but still sounding unsure.
"You're what?" Griselle put a hand just under your chin as she gazed at you, which sent a chill down your spine.
"I'm your pretty girl," you finally conceded, looking into her blue eyes before she pulled you in for a short but sweet kiss.
"Good girl. Don't you forget it. Now I'd better see you in that for dinner tonight. All of you."
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i may have gotten a little self indulgent with it. but hope its still good :3
