While playing around on the internet, I found some themes. I am currently writing a camping story, my serious story, and I finished up this.
I was very, very naughty with the stories…
I'll mark the clean ones for ya'll in bold!
I know it's been a while, but I've been a very busy girl. I wrote somethin' extra long for you! Here ya go!
(AAML and DAML)
Clean (Theme: Hero, Pairing: AAML) THE QUEEN OF INTERNET RUMORS
Fangirls. Usually you hear about them whenever I bring up Gary or Drew, but Ash has them too. He's a hero. He's always been a hero. He's always going to be a hero. That's Ash.
My Ash.
He's mine. They think that they're his one true love. They think they have a chance. They don't. Only I do. He's not ready for love. That's fine. I can wait. I can wait a long time for him. He's naïve, childish, funny, stupid, but he's still mine. They don't know that. They think he's perfect.
In fact, they think his favorite color is baby blue. They think his favorite food is pizza. They think his favorite pokémon is Pikachu. They think his first traveling partner was Brock, that Misty tagged along later for no reason. They think that Ash never showed any romantic interest in girls, not even Giselle because he believed in a strict catholic life full of no sins.
They don't know. I wrote that. The tagalong, me, I wrote it. I'm the queen of internet rumors. I know that his favorite color (something that made me blush when he told me) was cerulean, the color of my eyes, specifically. His favorite food is hamburgers. He eats them constantly, no surprise there. His favorite pokémon isn't Pikachu, he loves them all devotedly, undyingly, to such an extent that you can't see a difference. I was his first traveling partner. Brock came after me. I came because I wanted my bike…
A bike and a school girl crush.
And he did show interest in girls. Plenty of times. It makes me angry just thinking about it. As for a life free of sins? Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, all of those were shown plenty of times, and he never cared for religion much at all.
He's not perfect. He can't do it by himself. He's not unbelievingly handsome, but if nothing else, that's it.
He's a hero.
My Hero.
Clean (Theme: Red, Pairing: DAML (well, no duh. Like 'red' isn't enough of a hint)) COLORS
Maybe I like colors because I'm a coordinator. I love to make things match, make them look good. I can't help it, fashion and violence, my two loves combined into one sport. What could possibly be better?
I digress. I was going to talk about the truth behind my color obsession, my overall fascination with them. It's been noted by many a person that the roses I give May, supposedly a sign of love, are red and green.
She's the red. I'm the green. Her clothes, my hair, obvious connection.
For some reason I believe that the colors of the world around us show us the way. They have symbolism. I'm the only one who's so concerned with colors, at least that I know. It's no surprise then that fate made my love dress in red, the color of passion, romance…love. With every rose I give to her, I'm slowly falling for May Maple.
I don't mind, I love the color red.
Clean (Theme: Fever, Pairing: AAML (the title is not a typo)) HEATFELT CONFESSION
So she lay there, panting, trying to break a fever. Her face was covered with the sweat we kept wiping from her face. She shook, whimpering, ranting, none of us exactly sure about anything. Team Rocket, Brock, me, all of us were doing as Nurse Joy had instructed, praying the medication would kick in soon.
I was shivering with her, all of us were terrified. Terrified that she'd die, and we could've prevented it somehow, someway. She'd been sick for days, not one of us had noticed. She had to be so strong, so guarded. We'd pushed her when she said she was too tired to keep walking, sniggered when she complained she was too hot, gawked when she said she was too cold. It wasn't until she had fainted during a battle did we realize the problem.
"I'm sorry, mommy. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I won't. I promise. I promise, I promise, mommy, mama, I promise. It wasn't on purpose, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. My big sisters told me I killed mama, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to kill her, I just wanted a book. I just want a book mama. I didn't know about the car crash mommy, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't know. I didn't know."
"Shh," Jessie tried to soothe. "It's okay…" she looked at me. I whispered 'Misty'. I should've been mad that she couldn't remember her name. I couldn't, too sad, too scared. "Misty, it's fine. You'll be okay. You didn't…you didn't kill her, kid."
Misty quieted, panting, moaning, then the talking started again. "I just want the good girls to like me. I'm sensational, I am. I can be a good girl too. I won't yell anymore, I'll be good. I don't care if you hate me, please just talk to me. Yell at me, Daisy. Violet? Lily? Please! I'm sorry I killed mom! I'm sorry! I can't take it anymore! Talk to me! Talk to me before I hurt you. Talk to me!" I grabbed her hand and held it tight, rubbing my thumb along it.
"We shouldn't hear this," I said, my voice cracked. "She wouldn't want us to see her when she's so…vulnerable." All I wanted was too hold her close until she stopped crying. Hold her until she felt better again. "Don't cry, Misty. You're okay. I'm here. Your sisters talk to you all time. Sometimes we all wished they'd shut up."
"Ash," she whispered. We didn't even bother to let our hearts leap with excitement. She'd said all our names at one point or another, going into another delusion, one more recent. "Don't die, Ash." I let out a low whining groan, feeling a hand rub my back reassuringly. Not the guilt trip again. Anything but that. But she went on. "Don't die, Ash. You have to save the world, don't die. You still owe me a bike, Ash, don't die. Don't die, don't die. Ash is never really alone 'cause he's got, me. Ash! Don't!" Her breathing was heavier. "Don't die, Ash. Don't. Please don't. I know I'm mean, but it's only because…because…don't die! Please don't die! You're going to die? Oh, Mew, you're going to die. You're going to die and I haven't even told you I…I love you, Ash. I do. I know fifteen's too early to really know, but I think I do, and if I don't then it's a really, really bad crush. Don't die. Please don't die," she said, her voice dropping to a low whisper, starting to cry.
I put her hand to my lip and held it there for a moment before letting it fall. "I love you too, Misty. Don't cry. I won't die." Her breathing calmed. The fever had broken.
(Theme: Temptation, Pairing: DAML (once again, teen rating. It's called 'temptation', guys!)) INNOCENCE
She's so innocent. She unbelievably innocent. It drives me insane. I want to take it. Every ounce of innocence she has, just rip it out of her with my teeth and lips and hands. She stands close enough to feel her warmth. It takes so much restraint…so much.
Where to begin? She hasn't been kissed, oh Ho-Oh, I want to be the first. I want to be the first to touch those lips. I want to be the first to clash my tongue against hers, my teeth to be the first to sink into those rose red pair. I want to feel her throat vibrate with moans when I nip at her neck. She'd never be able to go out of the house without cover up again.
"Hey, Drew. What are you doing here?" She asks sweetly. The answers I could give for that. More like the trouble I could get in for those answers. Ugh, she's so cute. Every instinct in me screams to show her what a bad boy I am. Show off, battle someone, anything to get her to look at me in some other light other than…friend.
"Nothing," I say, gritting my teeth. She touched my arm. I shiver. She's so, so naïve. All the touching, the hugs she gives, the whispering in my ear. It's like she's trying to get me to pounce on her.
"Nothing? Why'd you knock on my door?" She cocked her head to the side, a little smile on her face. Childish innocence is sewn into her voice. I glared. "Well, come on in. I've got nothing better to do. How are you?"
"Fine," I say abruptly. She leads me over to the couch. "Let's watch TV or something. Any channel, I don't care. Just turn in on."
"No problem," she walked over to the TV and bent over, making my mouth go dry. Her pants stretched tightly around her thighs and…everywhere. "Channel three good for you? Nothing wrong with the news, right?"
"News. Right," I swallowed. She tripped and fell into me on her way back, her face dangerously close to mine. "Get off."
"Sorry," she blushes.
She stands up slowly, unknowingly giving me a chance to scan her entire upper torso. My hands lash out without my will, dragging her down and onto me. I shove my tongue into her mouth without consent, pleased with a moan. My fingers danced along her curves, fast and frantic, not in my control anymore. My shirt was on the ground, May straddling me with nothing in a bra by the time she pulled back, lips curved in a smile.
"It took fifteen years to get you to do that," she said with a seductive smile, unbuttoning my pants.
"You planned this?" I managed to gasp and she found a way to pull my pants off, leaving me in nothing but green briefs.
"Only for the past few months. Until then, you were calling all the shots on me. Now I get it. Tempting someone is just so, so much fun." She purred.
Maybe she's not so innocent. Not innocent at all.
Clean (Theme: Run, Pairing: AAML (seeing a pattern yet?)) RUN
My name is Misty Waterflower and I am, without a doubt, a workaholic.
Being addicted to something is what soothes you when life barrels out of control. When something bad happens, I work. There's lots of things for me to work on. I know three main languages of the world, (enough to get by on) which are English, Spanish, and French. I can play the guitar somewhat decently. I was awarded gym leader of the year, told by the inspector I had the cleanest establishment, and revered in the news as one of the hardest working women in Kanto.
I don't give a freaking damn. I'm sixteen. Give the award to some old miltank who's going to croak and ought to have some happiness. That was my acceptance speech. I'm also revered as a blatant young lady with an attitude problem. Well, that's what happens when your way to get rid of stress is to add more mewdamned stress!
I've taken up running. I love to run. It's great. All I have to do is imagine I'm getting away with the one who's making me so angry. The one who's keeping some big secret from me, with a stupid confident smile and beautiful crinkled eyes: Ash Ketchum.
I'm on the track every day, jogging, walking, running, some rapper screaming into my iPod headphones about inappropriate things. I don't care. They help me run. Let them be angry as long as I can cool myself down with every step taking me away from him.
I hate him.
Alright, I love him. Why the hell do you care?
"Misty," says a warning tone. I crash into something sturdy and fall onto my back, glaring up at the boy. "You're going to hurt your body if you keep pushing so hard."
"Ketchum," I snarled. "Glad you decided to drop in and say hi. Where have you been the last few months?" I know where's he's been. Training. It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. It doesn't mean I don't wish I could come first in someone's life for once. I set off down the track again, as fast as I could.
"Misty! Come back! Misty!" He shouted. I ignored him. I wasn't going to stop for him. He wasn't chasing me either. It wasn't until one minute later, when I slammed into a pair of arms, holding me tight, that's when I realized something… "I know how you're feeling. Maybe I've never felt it before, but I now what you feel. Listen, Misty, just like you I had to make sure I was set up. I wanted to make sure I was on the right track. I don't like to multitask, you know me. But my job's set up now. I'm a Pokémon Master. I have time now, and so do you." He smiled down at me, trembling in his arms.
"I missed you," I whispered, clinging close.
See,the thing I realize is that no matter how far I run, no matter how fast or where, every step I take leads me back to
(Theme: Dream, Pairing: DAML (for teens only)) ONLY DREAMING
May crashed her lips onto his, her mouth opening instantly to let his creep inside. They battled for power, not really caring who won as long as the touching continued. Her hands slid under her shirt, feeling, rubbing, scratching. He let a moan loose from his mouth. Her lips came off of his, trailing down his neck.
She began nipping and biting, trying to console him with running her tongue over the sores. Somehow his shirt came off, soon followed by his shoes, socks, and pants. She slid down kissing his chest, his moans growing louder.
Seemingly no longer able to take it any more, he took control and ripped off her shirt, buttons flying to Mew knew where, his fingers easily undoing her bra…
"Wake up! Get up!" Came a voice. May sat up with a gasp, hand over her rapidly beating heart and looked at her little brother, hoping she hadn't scarred him for life. "You were moaning in your sleep. Are you okay? What was the nightmare about?"
"Nightmare? Oh, no, don't worry Max. I was just dreaming about…getting a massage. You know how I love those." He looked suspicious, but walked away anyway. May sighed with relief. These dreams were not going to stop anytime soon.
Clean (Theme: Laugh, Pairing: AAML) TICKLISH
"Hey, Misty," she heard the mischievous voice behind her. Misty turned around in surprise. "It's me!"
"Ash? What are you doing here?" She gasped in surprise. "Ash! You're in my room! What have I told you about coming in my room when the door is closed? I could've been changing! I could've been naked!"
"Yeah, sure," he rolled his eyes. "You would've locked the door. I'm only here for a little while, come on, let's make it fun."
"What do you want to do?" She asked.
"A game," he said teasingly. He pulled her over to her bed and pushed to it, laughing at her angry shout as she landed on her stomach. She continued to rant and rave about her not wanting to play games, just talk. "You're no fun," he tackled her on the bed, pinning her down.
"Ash, get off!" She snapped. "Stop acting like such a kid! You need to grow up and act mature so you can get a job and actually have a life! Maybe people will stop exploiting all your childish faults and ripping you off!"
"I need to grow up?" He asked with a snort. He gave her a playful smile. "I think you might need to grow up a bit. You're still ticklish, aren't you?" Her entire body stiffened under him with horror. "You are! I knew it!"
"N-no! I am not, Ash! And don't you touch me! We're fifteen, Ash! We're not supposed to be touching each other anymore!" He ignored her and grabbed her foot, forcing her knee to bend. They began to unlace her shoe, letting it fall to the floor, her sock following it. "Ash! Don't you dare! Don't you dare, Ash!" He placed one finger on her foot, feeling her draw in a breath. "The only place I'm ticklish is my ribs now. You can't touch me there. It's not acceptable. It's…it's inappropriate!"
"You know, I don't really care." He sniggered again.
"Alright, Ash. Don't. Please, okay, I am ticklish. Don't. You know I hate that. Please don't," she pleaded.
"Well…" Ash said thoughtfully. "Nah." He said, beginning to wiggle his fingers against the sole of her foot. She jerked under him, trying to tug her foot away. Her hand slammed over her mouth. She would not laugh. She could not laugh. He would not get the satisfaction of breaking her. "Come on!" He turned around, getting off of her but keeping her pinned.
"See? I'm not as ticklish as you think. Leave me alone."
"No," he retorted. He snagged her up so she sat in his lap, his arms around her waist. "You've got to be ticklish somewhere." Ash's fingers slid up her sides, moving slowly, feeling her squirm a bit at his touch. "That's it, isn't it?" He traced his fingers around her navel.
"Cut it out," she said, fighting the smile trying to appear. "Stop it!" He moved his fingers fast against her sides, grinning when the giggling started, soon turning into laughter. She writhed under him, swearing and yelling at him.
"Here's the deal, I'll stop if you promise me you'll do something for me," He smiled.
"Anything, just stop it, please! I can't breathe!" she laughed. "I promise! I'll do anything! Just stop!" She screamed, laughing harder. Ash relented. "Thank you, thank you so much. I've told you a million time not to-"
He shut her up by placing his lips over hers, licking her lips a minutes later, begging for entrances. She denied him, her mouth firmly shut. His fingers once again traced along her ribs, startling a laugh from her, and his tongue darted in quickly, back out instantly. He pulled back with a grin.
"You know, Misty, I love your laugh."
(Theme: View, Pairing: DAML) FAIR
It wasn't intentional, I swear. I know you never hear this from girls, but I accidentally saw my crush…naked. Not only that, but I…I liked it. My body tingled, my hormones flipped out…I'll show you what happened. By the way! I'm not ten! I'm not. We're older, lots older…eighteen…
Drew and I have been traveling together. We've been getting hotels and pokémon centers and rooms just fine. Recently, however. They were all booked except for the honeymoon quite. Sure, it was extra money, but it was big enough that one of us could take the floor. We were excited, there were even two bathrooms.
We'd gone into one bathroom, excited to see a huge mirror, and Drew claimed it as his own, sending me into the other room. And then…then I realized with horror that it was a one-way mirror, and I could see right through to Drew in the bathroom.
I had never, ever seen a boy naked except for the pictures in sex ed. In fact, I had never even seen Drew without a shirt on, but I saw him then. His purple jacket slowly slipped off, the black shirt following it. I took a deep breath as the six pack became visible, my stomach muscles clenching with delight. My face heated slowly, my all too virgin mind begging me to turn away. I couldn't, trapped in desire. His shoes, his socks, his pants sliding down. He kicked them off into the corner and walked off to the shower, making me give a growl of frustration.
Then the pants fells off. My mouth dropped open and my heart stopped. That was something I'd never seen before, not in color at least. I gave a barely audible squeak, followed by a yelp. "Drew, put your clothes on!" I screamed. He turned in surprise, grabbing his boxers and pulling them back on, storming over to my bathroom.
"You were watching?" He said, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me towards his bathroom with a blush on our faces.
"Y-yeah," I stuttered. "I'm sorry, if there's anything I can do to make it up to you."
"Oh, no. it's fine. No big deal. I guess we'll just have to solve the problem the old fashioned way." We stopped in front of his bathroom door, he smiled. "We'll just switch bathrooms. Fair, don't you think?"
My mouth opened, trying desperately to form words. I knew what to do, reject, scream no, run away. But all that came out was, "Fair is fair." And walked on in, turned towards the mirror, and began to slowly unbutton my top.
(Theme: Farewells, Pairing: AAML) Farewell
It drew across Ash's chest, causing fire to erupt from waist to shoulder. He moaned. He would not scream, he would not cry. That's too embarrassing. A burst of sharp, sharp pain hit his shoulder before it disappeared. The tool raced back down, all over his upper torso. This was it, this was the end. The red substance coated him completely, starting to disappear the the process continued, off of his body. Gone forever. "Okay, okay, enough. I'll jump you if you don't! Stop!"
Misty smiled, sitting up on his chest with a satisfied grin, letting her boyfriend cool off. "Oh, come on, there's nothing wrong with second base." She placed her hands on his naked chest for a moment. She pulled back again and scratched her own body a bit, only in her pants as well. "Learn some self control. Though you are very creative. Ketchup instead of chocolate syrup and whipped cream, how much more Ketchum can you get?" She rolled her head and grabbed the ketchup bottle. "Are you ready for another round?"
"Always," he grinned. He reached up and flipped her over, snatching the ketchup from her in the process. "It's your turn now. You deserve a bit of punishment as well, Misty," he whispered hotly in her ear. He straddled her chest and saw her tremble in fear and anticipation. "Don't worry, Misty. No farther then second base, I swear," he drizzled the ketchup over her chest and leaned forward. "At least for tonight."
And that was it, all over, one hot, steamy make-out session was all it took. Farewell just friends.
Clean (Er, no descriptions anyway) (Theme: Talk, Pairing: DAML) SWITCHED
"Uh, Drew, we need to talk" May said nervously. "We could, er, uh, go somewhere else, or, uh, maybe…maybe here is fine."
"What is it, May?" Drew asked, turning away from the rest of the group.
"See, Max, he plays pranks, and sometimes he doesn't realize what he's doing. You know, he's young, and stupid. You know those pills I take?" She asked, a blush rising on her face. Drew stiffened.
"Yeah…"
"See, he knew they were birth control pills, but he thought it would be funny to switch the brand. The birth control pills he got didn't exactly match the ones I was taking."
"How?" Drew said, his voice squeaking.
"Uh, Max got fertility inducing pills instead of the other kind. So, uh, it's like we were trying to get pregnant, you know. So, uh," she closed her eyes face hot. "Those pills worked. They worked really, really well."
"He's dead," Drew growled. He pulled May close and gave her a rough kiss. "We're twenty two, I was planning on marrying you if you said yes anyway. This is just more incentive, right? May, I love you, I love the baby. However, I'm a little ticked at someone else." He spun off. "Oh Maaaaaaaa-aaaaax!" His voice grew from sweet to angry when Max appeared, swearing and running away.
"Um, congratulations?" Ash said cautiously.
May sighed, "Well, at least the talk went better than expected."
Clean (Theme: Fire, Pairing: AAML) SAVE HIM
I could save him. I always could. Anything that happened, I was never afraid to step in, too keep him safe. But that was because it was water. Water was my element. I could keep him from that. It'd be awfully hard to kill me in the ocean. I was invincible there. But that house.
My throat was thick with smoke, wandering through the burning building. He had to be in here. We'd seen him earlier. He wasn't outside when the building caught on fire. He didn't get outside afterwards. I dived headlong into the fire, stupid, yes, but I had to. I loved him. I needed him. I could never help myself.
I continued to stumble through, hearing a weak coughing sound. I raced for it, hoping it was him. It was! I embraced him, his Pikachu in the center of us. I held back tears. "Ash, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," He whispered, holding me as well. "We've got to get out. It's burning."
"I noticed," I said coolly, dragging him out. "Move fast, the building might collapse at any moment."
"Why'd you come? You could've died!" Ash complained, coughing again. I smiled and helped him walk out.
"I can't help it," I whispered, "we're all fools in love." I kissed his cheek and walked on, liking the way he blushed.
"Gee, Mist," he said embarrassedly. He gave me a quick peck back. "Thanks for saving me."
Clean (Theme: Formal, Pairing: DAML) HINTING
It's always like this when we meet afterwards. She's in a dress, I'm in a tux. She keeps her cool somehow, she doesn't overreact or act rude or anything of the sort. She's prim and proper. She knows how to act at parties, and it drives me insane.
Every joke, every poke and prod I make at her, not a sound, not a complaint. She's so…so proper. It makes me want to kick her or something to get some sort of reaction out of her. She stares at me with those wide eyes.
"Drew, don't be rude."
"I'll be as rude as I want!"
"It's a formal dance. Behave yourself," She scolds.
"Where's the fun in that? No fun dancing, no laughing, no yelling, no teasing, no screaming, no taunting, no kissing," I groaned. "Formals are all around boring if there's no one to make fun of."
"We can have some fun after," May shrugged. "That's what formals are for, to leave hints of what to happen later." She leaned forward and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Hint, hint."
Lots o' fun. R and R if you dare!