Double Growlithe Dare--Ch.2A few minutes ago Red had left the room with Green's Poke Gear. The gym leader had no idea why he didn't just use his own but didn't feel like asking him. Instead Green, Gold and Silver sat in the living room of Green's humble home waiting to hear the Double Growlithe Dare Red had in store for Silver.
Gold glanced over at the clock that ticked away on the wall; it read 2:14pm. He only realized now that not that much time had passed since him and Silver had arrived. The sun was still high in the sky and would only climb higher then fall as the more time passed.
Finally the click of the front door shutting thumped throughout the quiet residence and Red entered the living room. He quietly handed Green his Poke Gear and went back out front, not even speaking a peep of what he had in store. This only seemed to make the red head that sat next to Gold more nervous.
At first Silver did not seem bothered by it, but the more time that flew by the more he had been quietly building up anticipation
Double Growlithe Dare--Ch.1Warning
Preciousmetalshipping (GoldxSilver, SilverxGold)
Originalshipping (RedxGreen, GreenxRed)
"Popcorn ready?" Green asked as he held up a list and pen in front of himself.
Red nodded. Two bowls were placed next to each other on the countertops. Four bags of popcorn were piled neatly next to the bowls.
Green checked off Popcorn on his list and looked over the rest of it. "Everything else is ready now where are they?" He grumbled as he glanced up at the clock that hung above the stove in the kitchen.
They happened to be none other than Gold and Silver. And as per usual they were late. The four boys had set up a long night of hanging out a few weeks ago. Green grudgingly called it a sleep over. He had no intention of letting that cock block in his house for a single night. But Red wanted to hang out with them.
Green sighed and leaned back against the countertop. He set the pen and piece of paper behind him
The Viridian gym leader bolted out of his chair in his office and back into the gym. He knew that voice.* It was Gold’s, and based on the fact that it sounded like the younger trainer had pissed himself, Green guessed it had to be something important.
Green winced. That one was louder than the last. And it sounded like it was coming from upstairs…
The gym leader wasted no time in sprinting up the stairs that led to his apartment.**
Gold was standing outside his door, a look of pure terror on his face. Green also off-handedly noticed that the other actually had wet his pants. When his golden eyes spotted Green, a look of relief lit up his face.
“G-g-Green! I was just coming to ask some advice. I-I went inside and… and… Red! Red’s DEAD!”
The younger boy screeched the last part before slowly collapsing onto the ground with a (very very manly) sob.
“He’s dead… He’s dead…”
Internet Dating (Assorted Couples Pt. 2 of 5)Couple: Preciousmetalshipping
Scenario: The protagonist meets someone from the Internet.
"Man," Gold lamented as he clicked furiously on his list of matches on the dating website he'd joined a few weeks ago. "All of these people are either ugly, fat, into kinky stuff, or look like they have repulsive body odor."
Blue sat with her chest against an oakwood chair, her ample breasts pressing into the hard back as she threw her arms haphazardly around it, hugging the board to her chest. Straddling the seat of the chair with her thighs, she swung her legs with aimless abandon. "Oh well," she shrugged, twirling a lock of her flat ember-colored hair with one finger, watching it unfurl like a red carpet. "I guess you'll just never get laid. Buy a bunch of cats and live unhappily ever after."
Turning to her, Gold frowned. "I'm allergic to cats."
"There are shots for that," Blue dismissed. "Or you could date a woman. You know, because all gay men on dating sites have... stuff, if you know
Fun at a ConferenceIf there was one thing Steven loathed more than anything else, it was being in love. He had experienced such emotions countless times before, and each time, he'd been disgusted at his tenderness. Being in love with another human being took away drastically from his collection of rare stones, and that was an infatuation within itselfcaressing the smooth surface of gems, careful not to smudge their delicate sheen with his oily, tainted fingertips. He bathed in the feeling of triumph in obtaining a new stone, drowned himself, until the elation suffocated him. Pokemon training and battling made the same ecstatic rush pulsate through Steven as well, and that eagerness had propelled him through the Gyms and the Elite Four of Hoenn. It had been a true victory to him; one that made him strong and allowed him to quit digging so relentlessly into himself to find his true passion.
Love, as he came to know quite quickly in his adult life, was exactly the same. Yet it did not strengthen him
Art Trade: RecyclingGreen sighed. Almost there, I can just barely make out the cave... The gym leader was currently on his way to Red's cave on Mt. Silver. He refused to let his best friend and lover freeze alone since Valentine's Day was nearing.
This was the second year Red and him would be together for Valentine's Day, or they would be if Green would hurry on his way through the now stirring snowstorm. He shivered and rubbed his arms as he slowly made his way through the 6 inches of snow. Green loathed the day Red chose one of the highest caves on Mt. Silver.
His teeth continued to chatter vigorously as he realized how much closer he had gotten to the cave. Relief washed over Green as soon as he hit the last three feet to the lit up cave that was straight ahead of him. At least Red had enough sense to pick a flat area.
As soon as Green entered the cave he immediately took off the bag he had on his back and shook it free of any snow. After brushing off the last few stray pieces he gently set the
Vibrations (Mastershipping)He was there, and then he was gone.
I was amazed at how quickly a Dragonite could fly; it was as fast as a supersonic jet, but not quite as fast as how Lance's anger boiled up. On the exterior, he seemed complacent, level-headed and able to take care of any situation that had him in seemingly inexplicable chains. But once my frustration to him at reached a maximum and I began swearing under my breath at him and his stupid orders, his hotheadedness would flare like the color his hair (being nearly identical to mine, it didn't surprise me that yet another redhead was quick to rage, like me). Before I could react, we were shouting at each other, the vein on Lance's forehead that popped out whenever he was strained beating like a blue hose against his temple. We screamed and thundered, blaming each other for the lamest things, like how poorly our training was going that day or the fact that I "understood nothing" because I was a decade younger than Lance. Then, just when I was on a roll wi