SIX

[precogd-a]

i'm moving francine to a sideblog ! you can find her @sixthseer ! love you guys & i hope to see you over there .

[precogd-a]

i'm moving francine to a sideblog ! you can find her @sixthseer ! love you guys & i hope to see you over there .

[hawkinsown]

she's impossible, asking him that kind of question while she's actively where she is; his desire pulls closer to where it was before when he feels her press herself against him further. every subtle movement here doesn't register that way on his end – steve seems to be hyperaware more than anything. his fingers curl as he scratches gently over the skin at her hips, thumbs resting closer to the inner part of her thighs to move in slow, contained circles as her lips crash into his after her spoken affirmations. hearing she wants this makes him feel good, of course, and she seems certain... his biggest concern with breaching this kind of intimacy is that steve isn't used to it when it feels like this. the reaction he fears he'll have feels so vastly large & intimidating, yet the way it feels unknown to him is what unsettles him most. in a fucked-up way, he's convinced himself that sex means pressure now, a form of intimacy reserved only for those he didn't care to know. the last person he cared about that opened him up past just the physicality... she'd left and he'd felt guilty for the ways he'd failed her. he still does, but the time has passed for speaking on it.

he hadn't noticed where his mind had gone until he realizes she'd asked him a question, and he almost looks confused until he realizes he'd been somewhere else when she'd asked. steve pays attention to the way the brief spiral runs his throat dry for a moment, and he directs his reaction bashfully, swallowing thickly and offering her an apologetic glance, though there's no way she would know all of the thoughts whirring through his head. but he doesn't want to ruin this, and it's what he's wanted since their time at the mall... the inner conflict irritates him. steve adjusts his jaw and reaches one hand to hold her arm, fingers wrapping around her arm right at her elbow. ❛ duh i want it too. ❜ his expression shifts into something deadpan, breaking only to flash playful eyes at hers before he closes in on the space again. he buries his face into her neck, pressing a thoughtful kiss every few seconds. ❛ i've wanted it ever since you saved my ass at the mall, ❜ he points, noticing how she may have observed the brief hesitation and wishing he didn't think so much these days; life had been significantly easier when he submitted to the careless popular jock persona. had he still operated with the same attitude as before, he wouldn't think twice if he misspoke. with fran, he feels mortified when he stumbles through syllables or falters through the honesty she draws out of him.

[precogd-a]

francine notices the hesitation and the small flicker of confusion on his face at her question . she tries not to frown, as she doesn't want to make it obvious that she's noticed the gears in his brain working on overdrive . she did not know what he was thinking in that beautiful head of his, but her own brain sure made her think it was something she had said, or done . the apologetic glance from him makes the redhead tense slightly . he was about to reject her, wasn't he ? she gulps nervously as his hand wraps around her elbow .

she immediately relaxes at his words, her breath hitching the tiniest bit as his face buries into her neck . she runs her fingers through his hair as he kisses at her neck, her head tilting slightly to give him more space to work with . " ever since the mall, eh ? " she chuckles softly, not quite believing him but only because they had only shared a kiss back then but she hadn't had the time to think of doing more than that . she had been focusing on the bullet graze on her side, and the visions of the russians kicking the door open to her and steve's hiding spots, to really think about going down on him, or him on her . once the mall was over and done with, however, she had seen him in the hospital, and then in the bath, and that's when she started to notice just how flustered he made her, and how desperate she felt in his presence .

they both wanted this - that was clear - but there was something that francine couldn't quite figure out . the way steve had almost missed her question, because he had been in his own head, did make her wonder if he was truly into it, like he had claimed . wanting to test the waters, she lowers her head to kiss his neck, nipping and sucking slightly at the skin to give him a hickey . was she trying to claim him ? maybe .

with one hand still in his hair at the back of his head, francine's other hand moves to grab one of his wrists, guiding his hand higher to one of her bare breasts . " touch me, baby . " she whispers into his ear, subtly grinding against him again to egg him on .

[hawkinsown]

and still, she doesn't stop him with the surprises. a lump grows in his throat as she adjusts, feeling the warmth of her center against him. he clears his throat with it, propping up a knee as if he thinks it's a mistake, but then she's moving to the clasps of her bra and it drops. her eyes bear into him and he can't help but feel a flush, his skin warming up again. where he'd been relaxed seconds before, he's now up in arms, collecting everything she does with detail, down to the way he feels his heart pick up again. he breathes steadily as she speaks his name, and his lips part as he hears her words. they pull in from the air into fragments, jumbled up until he takes his time to sort them into order.

the furrow to his brow releases and he almost has an objection to interrupt with, but she's now pulling closer, her touch at his neck reintroducing the shudder that she'd pulled from him only minutes ago. and he's extremely aware of the way her bare chest presses against his, and his hands falter in indecision as he moves them down to her thighs, not necessarily to stop what she's doing, but to try to drive in the severity of what he's convinced this decision of hers will cause: the disappointment of attachment. once he mixes emotional interest with physical vulnerability, it doesn't seem to untether easily. he rewrites this line in something easier to understand to him. on top of this, he feels a sort of pressure to make sure she doesn't feel misused. and while he isn't entirely sure of whatever it is that's going on in his head, he doesn't feel confident enough in himself to be able to provide to her the seriousness that this kind of decision can drive to assumption.

or... so he thinks. steve doesn't know how to tell her this, so when she says 'i trust you', he fails where he'd been successful before; steve submits to his own inner dialogue and considers this a conversation rather than a mental battle. his eyes drop down to her chest, attention redirecting to the quickening of his heartbeat, the lethargy switching to heightened awareness again. the veins at his wrists feel tight again, his chest lifting slightly as he feels himself grow harder, noticing the way only one layer keeps them from each other.

'i trust you.' he's still stick on it. the way the sentence shaped her lips, the inflection to her tone... it pulls him more into the moment. he's watching her curiously now, hands idle at her thighs, jaw releasing to allow him to part his lips and do his best to ignore the fact that she can so very easily feel how quickly his arousal had built with the affirmations. this makes his skin rise even higher in temperature, eyes murky as he tries to fight it. ❛ fran... i– ❜ he swallows. ❛ i need to ask you, because this is– ❜ this means it's serious. ❛ you're sure? ❜ his voice sounds a bit monotone as he tries to get them out properly, the fluster returning as his hands shift nervously to her waist – and the way her skin feels against his hands distracts him and he has to bring them back to her thighs to keep himself contained.

[precogd-a]

francine notices the lack of words from steve but she can feel her own words were having an effect on him, his cock twitching and hardening underneath her . she can't help but wonder if she had said something wrong - been too forward - and she goes to say something, her chest backing up slightly from his, her blue eyes searching his for the answers he seemed to be struggling to say . her tongue wipes at her lips as she moves to part them and prompt him to speak, but she's cut off by his hands on her thighs .

at first, she nods, but then realises she needs to use her words . " i'm sure . " she gives him a reassuring smile, her hand lifting to tuck his hair behind his ear before settling into the strands on the back of his head . " i've never been more sure . i want this, steve . i want you . " she leans forward, capturing his lips with her own as she subtly grinds a little against him .

there was a part of her that was unsure, but it was rooted purely in her lack of experience . the furthest they had gone was third base, and this would be the next step . she was naturally a bit nervous, but she trusted steve with her whole heart - francine knew he would never hurt her, or make her feel used after . wanting to lose her virginity to steve was probably the most sure she had felt about anything in a long time .

she pulls back from the kiss to watch him carefully, her head tilting slightly . " do you . . . want it, too ? " she almost hesitates to ask .

[hawkinsown]

he can't bring himself to a response right away, but swimming in his eyes is a bewildered wonder at the way his body feels like it’s melted beneath her touch, muscles relaxed in reaction to his release. even more enticing is the fact that she too brought herself to a climax with him, a realization he comes to far too late than usual. and she’s kissing him again, pulled atop his lap as the darkness closes in around them and all he can see is francine. she fits him so well, the shape of her lips in his own, his own saltiness on her tongue, warm and soft and wonderful all at the same time. steve hums in response to her question, breathless and withdrawn from anything but her. she’d even called him 'beautiful' - a sentiment that pushes heavily into his chest; it generates a bashfulness that warms behind his ears as he parts his lips with the deepening of their kiss. ♫

❛ i'm– ... ❜ speechless, apparently. his hand slides around her shoulders and he welcomes her closer as she moves to rest her head on his shoulder. steve does his best to level out his breathing, his head falling back again. heavy-lidded eyes gape up at the ceiling. he swallows, and tries again, ❛ you are dangerously good at that– that was amazing. ❜ his fingertips twitch at her shoulder, his eyes shutting for a moment. the smile has remained on his face for far too long, but he doesn't shy from it. ❛ you are amazing, ❜ he adds, now tracing her collarbones again fondly.

[precogd-a]

she smiles, patient as ever, as steve struggles to find the right words . when they had last done something like this together, francine had been in his position - though a bit more horizontal, and on a bed - when he had finished eating her out, making her breathless and just as speechless as well . she could understand what was going on inside his head, and she loved that she was able to elicit such a reaction from him . she had been a quick learner, that's for sure, and steve had been the lucky guy she could practice everything with .

" i'm glad you liked it . " she smirks, doing her best to take his compliments to heart despite her brain not wanting to . she had never been the kind of person to like getting compliments - they were so unusual to her ears - and yet steve seemed to be full of them, and she couldn't bring herself to disregard anything he had to say . " you are amazing too, baby . " she whispers softly, her hand mirroring his and tracing his collarbone fondly .

lifting her head from his shoulder, she adjusts herself so her back is straight once again, her straddling hips lower to carefully place herself just on top of his bare cock, her panties being the only barrier between them . her panties had been rather wet from the pool, but her very recent release had added to the wetness between her legs as well . she slowly undoes her wet bra, dropping it beside them on the couch, her movements purposeful and her eyes observant as she watches his reactions carefully . her red hair naturally falls over her hard nipples, as if the strands were her own personal censor .

" steve, " she gulps, the reality of everything settling in her brain . she knew she wanted more and she couldn't help but feel nervous yet excited for the next step . " i'm . . . i'm ready . " it starts as a whisper, but she grows more confident in her words as she wraps her arms around his neck, her breasts pressing against his bare chest . " i want you, baby, i want this . i trust you . "

[hawkinsown]

whatever fragile hold he had on himself snaps the second she meets his eyes again. and it's not just what she's doing; it's the way she's looking at him. taking in his reactions, the way he's so clearly submitted to her control. the need for a release builds with time, breath stuttering hard against his chest. it's like his body can't decide whether to hold or let go, and his hand instinctively tightens its grip at her hair. the room tilts off-balance, and his vision blurs as he continues submission to her rhythm. he's spent too much of his life trying to read a moment, to shape it himself, but her confidence presses in and he remains caught in it.

he can't seem to settle anywhere as the sensations build, his hand at her shoulder now. his stomach tightens, a low sound pulling from his chest before he can swallow it down. steve's trying, trying to take in how pretty she looks as she takes his dick in her mouth, his own hips starting to form a rhythm to carefully match the way she moves against him. he tries, but it pulls a flex in him again, his body jolting as his fingers press into her shoulder to at least try to pull himself back down to earth. but he can't ignore the fact that she's also finding so much pleasure in his own submission, and before he knows it the coil inside of him tightens to a point of unrestraint and he gasps, breath uneven – ❛ i'm – you're gonna make me – ❜

warning made to the best of his ability, he lets out a huff of air and rocks his hips with her, digging his nails into her shoulder as his head tips back. the contact pushes him to his release, the pulsing coming to a stop as he comes. his hand at her head twists until his hips pull down, mouth parting into a low groan. ❛ francine... ❜ he breathes, his eyes glazed over when he meets hers again. holy shit. his head falls forward, the pressure of his fingers at her shoulder loosening into a calmer hold. then, he pulls her up to him, hands finding her face, pleading for closeness through heavy breathing and foggy eyes.

[precogd-a]

francine moans around him as steve's body jolts and his fingers dig into her shoulder and tighten around her ginger locks . she tries her best to keep eye contact with him, despite her own coil tightening as she desperately tries to finger herself to her own release . she wanted to give way at the same time as him - it would undoubtedly feel more romantic that way .

she hears the warning, and it's enough to help her prepare for the sudden saltiness that invades the back of her throat and the inside of her mouth . her hips stutter against her own hand as she clenches tightly around her fingers, a groan escaping her as her eyes close for a moment as she finds her own release . her free hand grips his thigh as she does her best to focus on swallowing and also to come down from her own high . she lifts her mouth off of him with an audible pop, her blue eyes half-lidded as she gazes back up at him, watching the way his breaths seem to sync up with her own .

carefully slipping her fingers out of herself, she barely has time to think about cleaning them when steve brings her up to him . she makes a small noise, almost like a squeak, at how easily he could move her around . she straddles him, her forehead resting against his as their heavy breaths mingle together between the short distance between their mouths . " you need a minute, handsome ? " she smiles knowingly at him, the hand that had been gripping his thigh now moving his hair out of his face . " you look so beautiful like this . " she comments softly in a whisper as her eyes gaze over his flustered face .

once her blue eyes find his again, francine steals a slow, deep kiss from him, her tongue teasing against his mouth to find its way inside to collide with his . she had no doubt he would be able to taste himself on her tongue, and the idea makes her heart flutter . the seer wanted more but she knew not to push it, happy to let things settle first as her breathing gradually calmed down . pulling back from the kiss, she moves to rest her head on his shoulder, smiling at him lovingly .

she may have been a bit inexperienced, but she knew enough about refractory periods to let steve have his time to recover .

[bonbobi]

so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honour what else was I supposed to do

[hawkinsown]

the prickly feeling persists as her nails drag along his skin, heat slowly pulsing at his cock as it falls heavily over his stomach, having absolutely no idea what to do with his hands now as they lose their grip at her jaw. he watches her mouth take him in, the flick of her tongue around his head making his stomach tighten, his head falling back against the couch again. steve's fingers then tighten in her hair, unfamiliar with the beat in which she's continuing. she's fully setting the pace, and he's just... reacting. trying to keep himself contained, to keep up with her.

the hand not at her head moves without direction to her shoulder, then her arm, then back again unevenly. ❛ fran– ❜ her name breaks from his lips again, breath stuttering with it as his chest rises fast. his head tips forward again as she takes him entirely, unfazed at the way her cloudy eyes flutter and pulls her lips from him and resumes jerking him off. and he notices her move to touch herself, chin dropping as they attempt to focus on how sexy she looks here. his whole body seems to give into her control at the sight of her pleasuring herself to his own appetite growing. he huffs out a breath and shuts his eyes, a rough groan leaving his lips. ❛ you need to– ❜ he presses his mouth closed, swallowing. ❛ i'm already about to– ❜ steve opens his eyes again and feels the tension twist, eyes flashing as he sits up, straightening to the best of his ability with some assistance from the arm that props him up from behind.

the moan she releases plucks the clarity from his eyes, vision blurring white as he pulls at her hair now, hips bucking his cock further into her throat. he searches for something to reel him in, but what she's doing to him is stronger, and he dips his chin into his chest with the change in angle and digs his fingers into her hair further. he whines now, his damp hair falling forward as his thighs tremble, hips twitching again as she rocks her mouth on his cock. ❛ you're gonna – ❜ steve doesn't think he'll be able to get a full sentence out, so he may as well stop trying. his fingers flex, his eyes rolling back now as his head falls back again, shamelessly docile to the fact that she's doing all the work. his breathing gets heavier, his back arching as he watches her now. ❛ so –- g-goddamn - nice, baby – ❜ his voice hitches at the start, but ends with the confident release of the pet name.

[precogd-a]

the way steve stutters out her name and struggles to form a single sentence makes francine's heart flutter, a tiny, mischievous smirk on her lips as she continues . feeling him pull at her hair, she gasps around his cock at the feeling, the hand between her legs desperate to monopolise on the way she seemed to become even more aroused from just a simple action, like pulling at her hair . his hips buck, and she grips at his thigh tightly, breathing heavily through her nose to try and stop herself from gagging as his cock hits the back of her throat .

watching him with an intense gaze, desire swimming so deliciously in the blues of her eyes, she could tell he was getting close to his release . seeing him look so pretty, his back arching in a beautiful curve, and his damp hair falling onto his face - coupled with the way he whines and uses a pet name she had come to love - she plunges a finger inside herself, moaning at the contact and undoubtedly sending a vibration through him as he bucks his cock further into her throat . she remembers to breathe as she bobs, her freckled face flushing red as she feels the coil inside her tighten .

she wanted him to come ; her own release was secondary . francine wanted to treat steve right - she wanted to thank him for, well, everything . she wanted to do it wordlessly, finding it a lot more intimate and sensual to say her many prayers to him with her lips wrapped around his cock . a second finger enters, and she shudders, eyes fluttering shut as she almost forgot that she had to keep moving . after a small pause, she gets right back into it again - her eyes opening to find his, continuing the intense stare she held just minutes before .

[hawkinsown]

his head drops back a tilt as she moves her hips with his, eyes flashing down wordlessly as she starts to move faster, his heart-rate increasing with each stroke, until... she stops. and he stumbles back genuinely from the way his limbs have gone weak with her touch, his back hitting the cushions with a whoosh! that attempts to break him from the trance he's in, but to no avail. his eyes stay stuck on her, wide now, his limbs sinking into the couch.

and she's there again before he can even collect himself, and suddenly his mind draws blanks at anything he'd been thinking, even seconds before. his hands find her arms at his side, thumbs brushing, and he nods almost stupidly at her question, though it settles to cut through the haze just enough. his chest still rises a little too quick to hold any last shred of his pride for how she's surprised him here. and in response, he shifts his hips a little for her to pull his boxers down, blinking heavily. ♫

one hand drifts down to the side of her neck, thumb settling at her jaw to lift her face so he can see it better. he almost looks like he's going to say something, but rather gets tossed around in her eyes again. he indulges in the hues of ocean blue and the tiny little specks that look like clouds in some lights, but storms here, where it's lightly dimmed enough for the whitewater grays to come out. he stays with her every breath, hands more stilled than usual. every few moments he remembers to move them, but there's no rhythm to anything anymore that he can claim. steve lets her set the pace now, his muteness extending until he can find his voice – ❛ i think i'm okay with anything you do right now if i'm being completely honest. ❜ his words come out almost monotone in the way they rush out of his mouth, but the right amount of humor is applied to them to get it across.

[precogd-a]

francine notes how he's acting, a part of her worried that she wasn't doing things right, while another part seemed pleased with herself and her ability to get steve so startled . she smiles as he shifts his hips, her hands quickly pulling down his damp boxers and allowing his cock to spring free . at the sheer sight of it, the redhead almost salivates before tossing the boxers away, not even looking to see where they land .

she feels his hand travel to her neck and lift her face with his thumb at her jaw, and she looks back at him intensely, wanting nothing more than to just take him into her mouth and suck like her life depended on it . francine finds herself shifting in anticipation, legs pressing together as she tries to make some kind of friction at her wet core, her nails running up and down his bare thighs slowly as if she were being tortured by having to wait a second longer .

once she gets the okay from him, she grips the base of his cock with one hand while the other squeezes his thigh, and her head lowers as her wet lips quickly part . she takes him into her mouth with quite a bit of confidence, despite having only sucked a dick once before - which so happened to be the very same one she was sucking on now . she manages to get her head halfway down his cock before she lifts up to the tip, her tongue flicking out at the slit and swirling around the head .

she can already taste something salty, her heart skipping a beat as she hums at the familiar taste, undoubtedly sending vibrations along steve's cock . francine lowers her head again, pushing herself to take him right to the hilt - her throat struggling as she gags, pulling off him with an audible pop before her hand works at pumping him while she regains her breath .

her eyes look almost glazed over as she lowers her mouth back on him, this time to the hilt again, her nose pressing against his pubes and making her smell him, which did not help with the rising arousal pooling in her panties . the hand that had just been on his cock moves down between her legs, slipping past the waistband of her soggy panties, as she finds herself desperate to feel something down there while her head bobs up and down on him .

her ocean-like eyes keep on his chocolate hues as she moves, a soft moan leaving her throat as her fingers work their magic on her sensitive nub, her other hand lightly digging her nails into the skin of his thigh as she keeps on going .

[hawkinsown]

her touch sends a shiver down his spine, achingly overwhelmed with the shift between them now. there’s a delay to the way he reacts to the slow drag of her fingers, where they dip beneath the waistband. he hadn’t braced for it properly, and his breath hitches hard against her neck, shoulders tightening with his grip at her side. then they drop again, the fight leaving him finally. steve’s usually quicker to react than he is now, faster to assume control and meet the energy head-on, but he’s a step behind– and it shows. but it’s not uncertainty here, steve holds close, hips twitching before he can correct them when her hand wraps around him. an audible gasp finally leaves him under his breath as if he’s been holding it in, her name following in a quiet yet rough manner. ❛ francine, ❜ he pleads, but not in a way asking her to stop.

he’s lost his step completely now, the rhythm faltering into unevenness. fingers press into her skin as he feels himself reeling further from control. and francine merely takes her time, a disarming confidence to the way she touches him that sends him closer to the edge. his forehead dips heavier against her shoulder, his damp hair falling forward. steve’s breath becomes less controlled, every movement of her hand pulling a warmer reaction from him — it’s small, involuntary, his chest rising and falling faster, his hips shifting faintly. she’s fully in control here, it’s clear.

and when he finds his voice, it’s pulling apart at the edges. ❛ you – ❜ and then it stops, his throat feeling dry as he swallows whatever words he thought were coming out. matter of fact, he has no idea what he was going to say. his fingers flex at her back again, feeling for her. he doesn’t even try for another start, as he’s sure it will fail, and rather focuses on the way she keeps the pace slow. his head lifts just enough to find her, eyelids heavy as his knees feel weak all of a sudden. ❛ –keep going... ❜ he tries to pass the words as a continuation from before, but it doesn’t cross completely. he lets himself feel the way she’s slowly causing his composure to fray, eyelids dropping as his skin grows warmer with it.

[precogd-a]

the way her own name falls from his lips has francine shivering; her hand, the one not currently jerking him off, moves to settle on the back of his head, her fingers delving into his damp hair and grasping lightly . she lets out the softest and quietest of moans as his fingers press deeper into her flesh . her pumping hand does not stop, nor does it speed up . at least, not for another beat or two .

the way steve starts to slowly fall apart just from her touch makes francine feel warm on the inside . she feels his hips shift and her own buck against him, a soft gasp leaving her at the sensation of his clothed tip just barely knocking at her core . she continues her ministrations, her smirk dropping as her mouth was left slightly agape against his shoulder, her heavy breaths hitting the side of his neck .

' keep going . ' the plea doesn't go unnoticed by the seer . she lifts her head to meet his gaze, noting how hard it seemed for him to keep his eyelids open . she bites her bottom lip as she takes in the view of his flustered state . she quickens her strokes for one - two - three more pumps before she suddenly stops, her hand lifting out of his boxers to rest on his chest . with a tiny push, she guides him to the couch, her other hand leaving the back of his head to move a couple of empty red cups out of the way of him, as well as their discarded clothes .

once steve was sat down on the couch, francine quickly knelt before him, her hands on his waistband once more, tugging before she paused to look up at him with her big blue eyes . " is this okay ? " she checks in on him with a soft voice, hoping he wasn't too overwhelmed - she wanted him to be enjoying this too . her smile looks oddly innocent considering what she had just been doing to him, and what she was now planning to do to him, the anticipation making her legs rub together slightly as she tried to be patient with him .

[hawkinsown]

it's here that steve can fully relax, the sway becoming the grounding force between himself and the heaviness in his head. the smell of chlorine envelopes them both, but to him it's a kind nostalgia that it brings between their steps. his shoulders move with the continued laughter between them, each step feeling lighter and lighter with the melody of the music. steve is then pulled down to his surprise, ever aware of the movement of her fingertips down his chest, and all the breath leaves him.

he's clearly been too lost in her eyes ever since they went outside in the first place to notice her quiet moves of interest. and she confuses him with her false modesty as she continues at his lips, his steps slowing out of rhythm. steve almost tenses at it, but isn't so disagreeable when he recognizes she's doing this on purpose. his skin pulls tight at his face as he notices just how recklessly weak he is here. all the adoration he'd been feeling over her mixes with that other desire, the thing he's practiced holding down around her. not because she's asked him to, but because this has felt different to him.

but she catches him off guard and he just as easily submits to it in a beat, his skin prickling beneath her touch. he draws his lips away again, not because he knows it drives her crazy, but to breathe, his shoulders poking out as his body pulls forward with her hands at his waistband. he clears his throat in surprise, trying his best to hide the way the desire blooms in nearly an instant. steve buries his face into her neck, his hold softening at her waist before it reestablishes itself and traces around her lower back, all the while keeping his step. even if it might be a little off-beat now.

[precogd-a]

catching her own breath as they part, she instinctively tilts her head to the side to allow him to bury his head into the curve of her neck . the thumb breaching the waistband of his boxers is soon joined by the tips of her fingers, her blue eyes closing as she feels along the soft skin of his hip, and then towards his pelvis . her touch is gentle, almost ghost-like, but it was also incredibly slow - which she chose to do purposefully, just to see how steve would react .

they both continue their steps, albeit off-beat, as her head leans against his . her increasing breaths at their proximity become audible, right by his ear . again, another purposeful move by the seer as his body pulls forward towards her and her touch . she may not have been that great at using her words to flirt with steve, but she was glad her actions were speaking clearly for her . francine had been in the mood for him all night, especially after seeing him fight those guys for her - she really couldn't wait any longer, she needed him, and she needed him now .

the fingertips exploring the waistband of his soggy boxers slowly slip lower, following a small trail of hair before she finds what she's looking for . her eyes slowly open to peek down at his crotch, her tongue flicking out to lick at her lips in anticipation . rather than step to the side for their little dance, she actually steps into steve - her hips jutting forward a tiny bit to press the front of her crotch against his, her hand wrapping around his shaft at the same time .

her pumps are agonisingly slow as she leans her head forward to plant a kiss on steve's shoulder, mirroring him by then burying her head into the curve of his neck - planting a soft kiss there as well . the corner of her lip lifts into a smirk as she continues, not increasing her pace even by a small fraction . francine wanted him to either ask her for more or do something to get more . she was excited to see which one he'd pick .

[hawkinsown]

he's halfway through the doorway when her voice stops him and he looks up immediately. she stands in the middle of his living room like something out of a dream, damp hair curling around her shoulders, skin still shining from the water. she holds herself like she's cold, but smiles at him the way she does anyway. and the offer leaves him grinning like an idiot. he takes her hand, admiring the impossible softness to her skin, the way the shape of her hand waits for his. water drips over his forehead as he shakes his hair out, leaning outside from the doorway to be careful not to get too much inside, then steps fully in with a shiver. goosebumps raise on his skin, but seem to give up when the warmth of the house hits him. it's quiet now, save the music from the speakers as he notices someone had put on one of his father's albums – the ones he'd thought he'd tucked away. song to the siren by tim buckley cuts into earshot, and he nods agreeably with the music.

he can't help but hold the stare he's kept on her through her offer. not because of how little she's wearing, though he's more than aware of it in a distant, unfair part of his brain. he stares mostly because of the way she asks for something so unbelievably gentle from him now. somewhere along the way he'd snatched up his shirt, but he drops it with hers on the couch – it's pointless, really, as his boxers still stick obnoxiously to his legs. he takes her hand and feels the way the empty spaces in the house feel once everyone had left. the cups left on the tables, items thoughtlessly left here and there from partygoers. but she stands there waiting for him, and he pulls her in to ignore the loneliness of it all. because he has her now.

as if there could be any other answer, he nods finally and laces his their fingers together to pull his chest into hers with a rhythm that sometimes surprised others. his other hand slides carefully to her waist. he starts swaying them to the music, the swell of the sound weaving in between their steps. he's shy with his steps for a good few seconds until his shoulders loosen at how well she feels with him, how even her frame seems to work perfectly within his. his eyes are holding over hers for a second too long and he misses a step, combatting it with a breathy laugh before he falls back into the right step. his heart races, and he wonders if she can feel it as he presses his chest into hers and pulls her into another kiss, marking it with gentleness and ease to match the way he still moves back and forth as he keeps her in his embrace. ❛ i'm glad you stayed. ❜

[precogd-a]

francine finds herself humming along with the song as they dance together, one hand in his while the other goes to hold his shoulder . everything just felt right . the hold he had on her waist, his chest against her own - it all fit together like a perfect glove . she finds herself smiling up at him, her eyes refusing to let go of his as they sway together . she was honestly happy to just stay like this forever with him - and forget about all of the bad shit happening in the world . she knew the russians weren't going to be a problem from them anymore, but there was still that scary mass of flesh that had tracked them down . that sure was freaky . . . how either of them survived that was a mystery, but francine wasn't going to complain about it .

she watches him as much as he watches her, only looking down briefly as steve misses a step, causing them both to stumble for a quick moment . the redhead chuckles as he laughs and quickly recovers himself . " oh, be careful now . " she laughs through her words . a soft hum escapes her when their lips connect as they continue moving slowly in each other's embrace . she could feel his heart racing, his chest pressing against her, and her own heart followed suit, increasing in its own pace - pounding against her freckled chest as if it were trying to jump straight out of her and attach itself to steve's heart .

" i'm really glad i stayed too . " she smiles lovingly up at him, the hand on his shoulder lifting to cup his cheek, thumb brushing gently against his cheekbone . she meant the same for staying over for the night, and also for staying by his side, no matter what life liked to throw their way . he was stuck with her now, and she was more than happy to be glued to his hip .

speaking of his hips, her hand on his cheek teasingly brushes its way down to his neck, shoulder, arms and then finally resting at his hip, her thumb sneaking under the waistband of his drenched boxers . she feigns innocence as she kisses him on the lips, doing her best to keep her feet moving as the song played around them .

[hawkinsown]

↯ .ᐟ 'i want you' finds a place deep within him where he's used to letting things go. it doesn't register in the usual way that it would if she were to say it and follow-up with a kiss - their bodies pressed against each other as water sloshes around them. steve smiles into it nonetheless, eyes fluttering shut with the warmth she's provided in not only her words but her proximity. it doesn't illicit lust, but rather pure desire that's almost innocent in nature. something he has only felt once before, and even then it looked different. with fran, he's starting to settle into the comfort of knowing it's not all trauma bonds & sexual energy. there's an undertone of understanding that she sees him not just for what he can provide, but far more than that. she values him aside from what she believes she'll get from him. even more, she doesn't look for that in him. she just... sees him.

he leans into it, fingers curling at her waist, taking in just how impossibly close she is. and how badly he wants her to stay. he kisses her back with a slowness, a carefulness, matching the way her lips feel with his. behind her neck, fingertips brush slightly, staying here with her as presently as possible. because of course there's thoughts trying to crawl their way through, tell him to retreat when he's kissing her this way. but rather than focus on those, he takes note of her sweet scent, the warmth to her touch. the way the water feels between them but also around them. the way the sounds from inside the house have hushed into a soft beat from the living room speakers.

his eyes don't open right away when he pulls back, forehead resting against hers again. they stay closed, holding onto the moment before reality checks back in. when he does open them and look at her, there's nothing overwhelming or intense. his nose brushes hers lightly with his words, ❛ i want you too. ❜ it's simple, almost too simple. and turns out that's kind of the point; he doesn't try to make it bigger or smoother than it is at its exit from his lips. it just simply is. he drinks in everything about how she looks to him, the pool lights illuminating her lashes, casting shadows over her mouth as she breathes with him, the way she looks at him like he could do no wrong. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞. he cannot, does not understand it, but he's starting to figure out he may not need to.

his thumb grazes over her cheek, leaning in again for another soft kiss. shorter, but warmer, less about searching and more about holding the certainty between them. ❛ you being here still means a lot, ❜ he admits, keeping from overcomplicating his words and doing his best to voice what he appreciates between them. ❛ even if you're still kinda freaked out by the pool. ❜ he adds with a grin, tapping his fingers behind her neck and nudging her nose with his affectionately.

his eyes pull from hers to check the inside of the home behind her, hands dropping around her to set his palms on the concrete. he leans into her, squinting through the darkness to see if he sees anyone else in his home. people had filed out clearly, but he knows that often, there's one or two people that linger and request somewhere to crash. steve sighs and returns his attention to francine. ❛ speaking of, wanna get out? i'm starting to prune. ❜ his hands had stayed out of the water for the most part, so it's not entirely true, but he wants to offer her an out after she'd been so brave in the first place.

[precogd-a]

' i want you too . ' while it sounds simple, it cuts deep . not in a bad way, not at all, but more in a way that francine's able to cut herself open enough to take it in and absorb it, and then subsequently heal around it - like she captured it beneath her skin and formed a scab, a precious one that was made out of the love that they share, and she just has to itch at it to access the bleeding love stored inside . she hums softly as his nose bumps into her own, a small smile resting on her lips at the soft action .

he captures her lips again, but this time it's much shorter . francine wants to whine a little when he pulls back, but she bites her tongue, instead laughing as he points out that - despite being brave enough to enter the pool, she was still scared of the water . she grins at his grin, soft giggles escaping her as he nudges her nose with the kind of affection she had been craving from the start . her hands rest against his chest as he leans into her to see inside the house, the closeness making her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside .

" yeah, i think i've had enough water for today . " if she had her feet on the floor of the pool, she would be running to get to the side . instead, she floats and hoists herself up over the edge, her back naturally arching as she does - like a mermaid emerging from the ocean . the cold air hits her exposed skin instantly, causing her to shiver and hold herself . her body was wet and glistening, her panties and bra clung to her like she was their saving grace . she looks back at steve and smiles, despite how cold she felt, and carefully makes her way towards her pile of clothes . she was a bit wet to get changed into them right away, but she needed to at least bring them inside with her .

" i think everyone's gone . " she comments, looking in through the back door . she couldn't see anyone, and in terms of hearing she could only really hear the muffled music . she cautiously steps inside, holding her clothes tightly against her as the warmth hits her instantly, her shoulders sagging in relief . the music was no longer muffled, and she smiles over at steve, carefully placing her clothes down on the couch before holding a hand out towards him . " would you like to dance ? " did she care that she was still only in her underwear ? no, not really . it was just the two of them, so why should she care ?

[hawkinsown]

↯ .ᐟ the moment she breaks, something breaks in him, too. he listens to her share more, the words drawing a horrible picture in his head that he knows isn't anywhere near what she's referencing. he hadn't heard specifics of what she's referencing, but he hears how she feels the weight of a tragedy. as if she could've done more. he can empathize with it a little, though he would never compare it as anything close, he knows he would feel the same if anything happened to the younger kids that had inevitably become some of the most important people in his life. he'd developed a fierce loyalty to their safety, so anything but that puts him at risk for being a total failure.

and his brows pull together as she claims it as her own fault. there's a quiet, almost pained confusion that washes over his face, as if it was ridiculous. his hand comes up from her back to cradle the side of her head, holding her to him even as she shakes. ❛ you didn't let anyone down, fran... you were just a kid trying to survive. ❜ he repeats previous phrasing because it's simple as that in his brain. and maybe, if he points it out directly enough, she'll be convinced from his own perspective. ❛ that's a lot of pressure you're putting on a traumatized child. ❜ it's clear as day to him, though he knows she might take some more persuasion to believe the truth of the matter.

he adjusts as she holds tighter to him, one arm locking around her back while the other remains at her head. the word 'safe' stands out significantly; she didn't want to lose him. and on top of that, he'd breached that safe place and added corruption after he'd abandoned her. he knows 'abandonment' might be a ridiculous exaggeration, but there was solidity to it. he'd seen vulnerabilities, within himself and fran, and chosen to push distance rather than acceptance where it deserved to stand between them.

his hand slides from her hair to her cheek to catch another tear before it falls from her cheeks. steve's head shakes slowly as she calls herself a freak, yet again. 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, because there aren't enough words to explain how deeply he disagrees with how she views herself. ❛ those guys don't know shit if it hit them in the face, ❜ he says with solidarity. ❛ they don't know you. they just know the version of you that fits what they want to see. ❜ he might be projecting a little, but he's speaking the truths he's felt more recently. people love to hold an expectation over you without letting you show them who you really are.

and he can't end it without recognizing the part that belongs to him. the recognition of his aforementioned abandonment – ❛ i didn't ... i didn't disappear because of you, ❜ it's the calmest he's felt talking about his own emotions, surprisingly. ❛ i need you to know that. i– ... that was me. i do that. ❜ his voice is rougher than he wants as it reaches an honesty he's not used to. his hand slides back to her neck, thumb resting beneath her ear. ❛ that ... wasn't you. it was a part of me i'm ... i'm trying not to be. ❜ it appears that as he says it, he's realizing more about himself. ❛ i want to be the person you deserve. i really, really do. i'm just scared of the part of me that believes i'm not that person. ❜ with time, it'll be clearer to him just how much he's sharing with her right now. but he feels okay with it, with the way he's giving her a little more of his heart here. it comes out in a way that's dropped the guard, as if he's inebriated, but he's realizing just how comfortable he is around her, minute-by-minute.

[precogd-a]

' that's a lot of pressure you're putting on a traumatised child . ' the way steve words it makes francine still in thought . she hadn't really thought of it like that . . . she knows that she would never dare put that kind of pressure on any other child, so why did she feel the need to put that kind of pressure on her childhood self ? her lips wobble as she feels her inner child is reassured by steve's words - it would take her a bit of time to accept it completely, but the possibility of her no longer having to carry all of that blame on her shoulders made her feel rather hopeful that her inner child would be able to heal from all of the horrible shit she had been through .

he catches her tear, and she nuzzles into his hand, letting out a small laugh at his words . yeah, those guys were idiots . she supposed he was right; it was just sad that almost everyone at the school saw her as some kind of freak . francine wouldn't have been surprised if steve had heard the rumours - they shared a lot of the same classes, after all - but even for a popular kid, he hadn't bullied her like the rest of them, and for that she was grateful that god had granted her that one mercy . " well, they certainly know now how it feels to get punched in the face by the steve harrington . i'm sure they won't forget that . " she chuckles through her words .

she sniffles as he begins to talk about why he had disappeared for the past few weeks . her head lifts to listen to him and give him her full attention . she feels his hand slide to the back of her neck, and her own hand mirrors the action, sliding to the back of his neck and sliding her digits into his hair . " the fact that you are trying to be better is more than enough . not that i feel like you need to be any better, " she softly reassures him, her other hand resting on top of his heart in the middle of his chest . for francine, it certainly was enough . " that scared part of you . . . it's just like the scared part of me, with the water - you just need to face it, in your own way, and things will start to fall into place . i'm in here, with you, because i want to be - even if it is a little scary in here . " she keeps the mood light with a little joke, pushing his hair away from his face .

the redhead didn't feel like she deserved much, especially not another human being . but the fact steve was trying to be better - for her - just made her heart beat even more for him . fran wasn't sure she could love him any more than she already did . " you are already the person i deserve, steve . i want you just the way you are . i want you . " her voice drops into a whisper as she leans up to connect her lips with his in a slow kiss, her lashes fluttering shut . her hand on the back of his neck gently grabs a handful of his hair as she leans herself against him, not wanting even a molecule of space between them .

[hawkinsown]

↯ .ᐟ attention narrows to her even further, nothing else existing outside of her words. the water moves around them, the night dodging them with a faint hum beyond the concrete surrounding the pool. everything dulls out except her. she mentions her father ... his grip shifts to tighten. when her arms wrap around herself, steve's hand moves up her back, gently as if not to startle her, to land in-between her shoulder blades. each new bit of information is like a physical jab, noticing the way she struggles to get each traumatic experience into the right words. the mention of shocking brings a brewing fury to his chest, solid anger sitting deep, wincing at the image she paints of the torture she'd endured at such a young age.

he almost doesn't believe it. not because fran is anything close to a liar, but because it's simply unbelievable that this was the kind of thing she had to deal with. she gets to the tanks, and it makes sense now - pieces click into place. it explains a lot ; why she panicked, why she apologized. why she thought she had to all the time. he doesn't feel bad for her. it's far deeper than that. steve feels for her, for the bullshit she was put through when she was supposed to be a little kid having fun, swinging on swings at the park and crying over a skinned knee when she tried to ride a bicycle for the first time. not ... not any of this.

the water has stilled around them with the lack of movement. faint ripples cascade from them as he moves to brush away the tear that trickles down to her cheek. ❛ you were just a kid ... ❜ his voice is quiet as he searches for the words that encapsulate the feeling that's rising by the second. ❛ none of that was you messing up. ❜ he points out, a charge of frustration with this new information lying beneath his tone. his hand shifts from her cheek back to her neck, thumb resting just under her ear, a softer echo of earlier. there's a protectiveness here now, and he measures it with soft, careful breaths.

❛ you ... fuck, fran. you were just a kid. ❜ he knows he's getting repetitive, but that's the worst fact of it all. those formative years, spent in torture and fear, do a number on you. steve had a fairly simple childhood, marked with his own struggles in loneliness and neglect, but nothing in comparison to this. the ache in his heart deepens with this realization. he tries not to picture it anymore. instead, he shifts around her, pulling her close into a tight hug. steve feels like he can't get close enough to offer her his comfort, his presence to try and take away whatever pain she feels now. he doesn't like seeing her like this, but it allows him the space to understand a little more. and he understands that the foundation of trust and care is drastically out of order with her. he wants to provide that safety, that love ... even if he may not entirely admit it to himself.

[precogd-a]

she sniffles as steve wipes away her tear from her cheek . his quiet voice has her eyes closing again, her lips wobbling as she nods . she was just a kid . she had gone through so much - but if she hadn't escaped, she wouldn't have realised just how bad everything had been . her father's abuse, and papa's abuse, would've been accepted as just something that happens to everybody . . . which she now knows wasn't entirely true .

at first, when the clicks had adopted her, she would flinch at the smallest of movements, and whenever she would upset someone, she always expected a harsh shock . it never came though, even with her tendency to run away from her home in fear of being found, and the clicks being killed for harbouring her . her adoptive parents had been so understanding, francine couldn't accept it as reality for the longest time . she had only just started to feel relatively safe after witnessing the massacre at the lab during one of her prophetic dreams . then the mall happened, and her fear had started up all over again . . . but it was different this time - rather than just being scared for herself, she was now scared for steve, and all of the kids who steve seemed to cherish so much . she could only hope that they were okay, she didn't want to see any kids being hurt again - especially not after the pain she'd felt when number one had done what he did . the imagery still haunted her, but it just made her more protective of the kids she'd cross paths with .

her eyes are still wet when she opens them again, the moonlight adding to their sparkle as she gazes up at steve, her head tilting as she tries to snuggle into his touch on her neck . " if i hadn't escaped when i had, i-i would probably be dead . " she gulps harshly at the truth of it all, her hands shaking slightly . " and i wouldn't have met you . i-i wouldn't have been able to save you from that bullet . " she sees the gory image flash across her mind's eye and she lets out a small sob at it, her arms wrapping tightly around steve as he moved to hug her .

slotting her face into the crook of his neck, her body shakes as more sobs are ripped out of her throat . " a-all those kids at the lab . . . i-i let them down . " she finally lets out the words she had been meaning to say since her escape . she had left them to die . " i-if i had brought them with me, m-maybe they would still be alive . " they certainly would have had a much better chance at surviving, at least . she remembers the fear on their little faces, the way they contorted, the pain they had felt and she physically flinches, causing the water to splash around her as she tightens her hold on steve, not wanting to let him go . ( he really was her anchor in this crazy world . . . )

a beat passes before she sniffles . " i feel so safe with you, steve . more so than anyone else . " even the clicks . she lifts her head to look at him, tears streaking down her freckled face, which had reddened slightly due to her crying . she smiles a wobbly smile as she cups his face with one hand, looking at him like he was her salvation . she lived, and wanted to continue to live, for him . " i don't want to lose you . . . i-i thought i had these past few weeks, a-and i couldn't help but blame myself, thinking maybe you'd finally seen how much of a freak i was . " she gulps again, knowing it was something she had to say out loud now, otherwise she might not be given another chance to admit her fears with him .

" those two guys, who called me a freak, they don't know about my past - they couldn't possibly know . they don't know that i didn't grow up like they did - i didn't get to go on the swings, play tag or hopscotch with my friends at school - it's not like i had any of those to play those games with anyway . " she had missed out on so much . . . " i was an outcast from the very start - from birth - a-and i can't really fault anyone for pointing that out . . . " because it was the truth . a harsh one, sure - but the truth nonetheless - and francine valued the truth a lot .

[hawkinsown]

↯ .ᐟ there's movement again - not in a way that causes a retreat, but more in the way her body tightens just slightly against his. how her hesitation shows through her words. steve doesn't allow it to grow into anything bigger ; he mostly just adjusts like it's second nature. his hand slides a little more securely at her waist, listening to her apology and rejecting it as necessary with an immediate shake of his head. ❛ you're far from ruining anything. ❜ his eyes linger down at the number inked at her wrist, noticing her own drag over it. ❛ it's kinda the opposite actually. you got in when you didn't. that's pretty badass. ❜ he smiles sweetly, placing a kiss to her nose with the words. steve feels a bit guilty for feeling like there was some uncomfortable coercion with his efforts to get her into the pool, though he didn't know any better. he's more worried about her wellbeing now, anyway.

❛ you don't have to not talk about that stuff, though, ❜ he offers genuinely, unsure if fran has even had the chance to open up about her experiences that he frankly hasn't pressed about because he has no idea what to expect. mike and the others had never truly told him too much about el's experience, but it seemed she too was quiet about it. enough so that he was well aware the amount of trauma they'd been put through in that lab ... and how unfamiliar it must feel to try to explain that to those who didn't live through it. he leans in again, brushing a softer kiss to her lips. when he pulls back, he doesn't go too far, eyes lingering on her like he's a bit stuck. ❛ guess i'm saying i'm here if you ever need it. ❜

[precogd-a]

francine sheepishly looks down as he calls what she did ' badass ', her nose wiggling cutely as he presses a kiss to the tip of it . she didn't really see it that way, personally - it had been terrifying & rather nerve-wracking, but she had done it, which was an achievement in itself . she doubted she'd ever be jumping into pools like steve did, but francine could see herself - maybe - getting the confidence to enter a pool normally, without a single hint of hesitation . that would certainly be the day . . .

where would she even begin to explain the shit she had gone through ? she gulps, eyes downcast, as she tries to think of something . she appreciated that steve was willing to listen, but how long he'd keep being willing was surely going to be tested once the ball started rolling . she hums softly as his lips find hers again, a soft - but sad - smile on her face . " thank you . . . i really appreciate that . " she whispers softly, her breath fanning his face .

lifting a hand to brush her fingers at the helix of his ear, she gulps one more time before opening her mouth to finally talk about what she'd gone through . " when i was at the lab, i - " her throat decides it needs clearing, her mouth closing as she clears it off to the side . it was hard to put it into words . she had been through so much in such little time - at least compared to the other kids, who were there much longer than her . if she hadn't escaped when eleven's biological mother had stormed in, what would have happened to her ? would she have been killed like the rest of them ? she figured that would have been her fate . . . if it wasn't the orderly that ended up killing her, it would have been papa, as she wasn't exactly the most obedient child in their possession .

" i was six years old, when i was taken from my home . my father was a piece of shit, he'd . . . " she trails off, disassociating for a couple of seconds as she thought back to her life before the lab, before hawkins . " let's just say, if i got a number wrong on a lottery ticket, little four-to-six-year-old me would answer for it . " her lips twitch, her arms moving to hug herself, to self-soothe . " i think my mom thought me going with the doctor would be better for me . but he just happened to be another kind of piece of shit . " she sighs, shaking her head at the image of brenner in her head . " he would shock us, with a collar, l-like some kind of disobedient pet . " she instinctively moves a hand up to her throat, flinching at the painful memory, lips wobbling as she spoke . " i-i would disappoint him a lot, he'd make me apologise after shocking me - but if he didn't like it, or didn't feel like it was genuine enough, i would get shocked more . " it would explain her need to apologise for every little thing - it had become a habit created from the want to avoid pain .

" as for the water, " she pauses as her lips wobble more, her eyes looking into his, to avoid having to look down at the very evil she was talking about . " we were put in these tanks, filled with water . we had to wear this heavy helmet, and i was told to look into the future while under the water . the first time, i didn't think much of it, but then i saw something . . . " she pauses, biting her bottom lip harshly as she shakes her head, eyes shut tight . " i-i can't say it out loud, even now, but i-it was bad, i was kicking and screaming under the water, begging him to stop the experiment . every time after, i would kick and scream just from touching the water, which disappointed papa greatly . " a tear falls down her cheek as her wet lashes flutter open again . " and now you know what he liked to do when we disappointed him . . . "

[precogd-a]

YOUR MUSE'S POKÉMON TEAM !

create a pokémon team for your muse(s) ! if you are a multi, you can select certain muses or do a team for them all, it's up to you . if you want, you can explain why you picked those certain pokémon for that muse, or just leave it as is .

FRANCINE CLICK

absol is described as being the ' disaster pokémon ' , its pokédex entry even says : " It senses coming disasters & appears before people only to warn them of impending danger . " sound familiar ? it was fitting to have him be francine's first / signature pokémon on the team . ( also, it's a shiny because it adds orange to its colour palette ) .

xatu also has the power of sight, so it is a fitting addition to the team . its pokédex entry says : " they say that it stays still and quiet because it is seeing both the past and future at the same time . " ( again, it's a shiny because it adds orange to its colour palette, like absol, matching francine even more ) .

meowstic shows the side of francine that she tries to hide, just like the pokémon likes to hide the patterns underneath its closed ears . fran can be incredibly stubborn, defensive even, if those buttons are pressed . its entry states : " revealing the eye-like patterns on the insides of its ears will unleash its psychic powers . it keeps the patterns tightly covered because that power is too immense . " i feel like this aligns with fran's stubborn need to not show off her powers, & while she's not nearly as strong as her fellow test subjects, she has survived so far by letting them come to her rather than her opening her mind to them - which you could argue is stopping her from meeting her full potential, but that's how papa used to think & francine hasn't looked into unlocking more power to spite him . ( another shiny, it's not quite orange but it's close enough ) .

espeon is another pokémon that predicts things before they happen, but it is also very loyal - which francine is too . its pokédex entry reads : " espeon is extremely loyal to any trainer it considers to be worthy . It is said that this pokémon developed its precognitive powers to protect its trainer from harm . "

gardevoir has a pokédex entry that describes francine perfectly : " it has the ability to read the future . this pokémon will try to protect its trainer even at the risk of its own life . " francine, in the comics, does sacrifice herself to save her boyfriend, ricky, from being shot . in threads, i have had her risk her own life to save someone else's . she literally took a bullet graze for steve ( @hawkinsown ) just so he didn't end up being fatally shot by the russians . like gardevoir, francine will do just about anything to keep her loved ones safe . ( another shiny ! it's blue, like francine's eyes, & it has orange bits instead of pinky-red, which i think suits francine better ) .

celebi last, but certainly not least, we have a legendary ! i figured that francine would like having this pokémon around due to its pokédex entry saying : " this pokémon came from the future by crossing over time . it is thought that so long as celebi appears, a bright & shining future awaits us . " francine truly wants to believe there are good times ahead for her, in her future, even if the visions she sees are usually quite bleak . she has a unique sense of optimism that i think would mesh well with celebi's .

TAGGED BY : no one, i stole it from myself ! TAGGING : @hawkinsown , @firstcurse , @robinfm , @altruims / @self-1ess & you !