BIG BULLY 2

BIG BULLY 2

This is the second part since I already have a few likes on the last one, don’t have a master post yet but I might make one later!

I really needed to know his name so I could stop referring to him as “big bully” or “jerk”. I decided I would ask him when he let me out. Whenever that was.

Eventually I fell asleep, they had been talking for around 10 minutes, and I know that’s not a lot but it is when you’ve been running on pure adrenaline for the past hour or so.

Big bully/noah (but April doesn’t know that yet)pov:

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I had finally managed to convince my mom to leave and that I would clean tomorrow. I felt kinda bad for not warning April before just putting her in my pocket, I hoped she wasn’t too mad.

Once I was sure that my mom wasn’t coming back into my room I slowly reached into my pocket to retrieve the probably angry April.weirdly enough I didn’t hear her yell from fear when my hand entered the pocket not even shying away, “maybe she was starting to trust me!” I thought hopefully.

As soon as I grabbed her I knew something was wrong, “why isn’t she moving?” I whispered. I looked down to see an unconscious April laying in the palm of my hand.

I felt so stupid! How could I have thought she could trust me so easily, to her I was still just a big monster who kidnapped her. I went from sad to mad really quick, it wasn’t my fault she was in my bag! And how did she just expect me to let her go? Would she let a tiny girl she just met free into a house that was gigantic compared to her? Not only that but with a monster mother that would kill her on sight!? The thought made me shiver. I could tell she wasn’t going to wake up any time soon due to her not even stirring when I had shaken and moved my hand closet so she wouldn’t roll off my hand and…….. I don’t even want to think about that.

Well it was getting late, so I might as well just go to sleep myself. But where would I put her where she couldn’t leave? That made me sound so, so evil, but honestly I just didn’t want her to get hurt or lost.

She can just sleep with me! No that was a stupid idea what if I hurt her? Well I guess I never move when I sleep anyway, and she wouldn’t be able to leave without you knowing or hurting herself.

After I had debated with your mind for a bit I decided she would sleep on my chest! That was the best place for her, and it was nice and warm!

So I set her down on my night stand and walked over to the bathroom to get changed. I know it wasn’t the smartest thing to do, you know, leaving her alone when she obviously wanted to leave, but I knew she wouldn’t wake up while I was gone. And I don’t want to bring her with me to get changed, that was just weird. So I got changed into a pair of plaid shorts and no shirt, usually I would sleep in boxers but that flat is a little too awkward for me with having her on me and all. The more I thought about it the weirder it sounded, but it was too late and I didn’t have anywhere else to put her that she couldn't easily get off of.

I slowly slipped under the warm covers of my bed and looked over to her tiny sleeping form on my bedside table. I suddenly felt really bad. I really couldn’t be angry with her for wanting to leave, I would definitely want to leave the house of a scary giant if I was In Her place.

I reached my hand over to her and she started to move. I thought she was going to wake up for a second but luckily she didn’t. I didn’t want to have to explain to her how I was planning for her to sleep on me. That would be awkward.

There was no way she would ever agree to this while awake but I didn’t really have a choice, the thought of not knowing where she was scared me. What if I hurt her? Was I really doing the right thing keeping her here? Against her will at that. No. This was for her own good, there is no way she could survive on her own in a big world compared to her, I barely could and I was like 100X her size!

Once I finally made it out of my own head I realized I had just been staring at a sleeping girl with my hand out slowly but surely seeping toward her. I felt like a creep.

I finally picked her up in a loose fist and brought her to my chest and placed her down. It felt so weird having a little human (or at least that’s what I think she is) on me. Her tiny hands just felt so weird being pressed into my chest. I decided that was enough second guessing myself for one night. I gently placed my hand on top of her so she would wake me when she woke, and closed my eyes. I fell asleep the moment I relaxed my body and closed my eyes.

April pov:

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I woke up, but I didn't want to open my eyes yet. I wanted to stay in my dream world where I didn't have to be always scared for my life like all the time. Sadly we all have to wake up at some point. Once I opened my eyes I realized, I didn't know where I was. The ground felt weirdly like skin, I was too warm and there was a giant hand laying on top of me. Wait…..a giant hand. I was on a giant.

The events of the evening before came rushing back in an instant. I didn't remember being here which meant one thing. He had held me while I was asleep. Asleep and completely helpless. The thought made me shiver with fear. I had to find a way to sneak away without him waking up.

I slowly started to scoot out from under the hand. I had gotten my whole torso out when his hand moved. His hand slid up just slightly but enough to put me right back where I started. I looked up to the bottom of his jaw (that was all I could see since he was facing the ceiling) . He was still asleep. Good. I slithered out of his hand much quicker this time to make sure his hand wouldn't move up any further. Yes! I had made it out from under the beast’s hand! I quickly ran off the side of his chest, on my tippy toes to make sure he didn't wake. I made it to the edge of the bed and looked for a safe way down. I would rather not break my legs trying to get away from a human, then I would be both injured and stuck with an angry human. Angry humans are the scariest, they can hurt you without even trying. I looked at the blankets that happened to be leaning off the edge of the bed just enough for me to get to the floor with only an inch in between me and the ground.

I took the chance and ran over them. I started to climb down the sheets and jumped off when i reached the end. Once I hit the floor I looked for any obviouse ways out. Wait. that's exactly what he would expect me to do, that means those are the firs places hell look. I had to stay close until he left then leave. He wouldn't check the same spot twice. I decided to ignore my instincts to just get as far from him as possible and I trend around to face under the bed.

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Fidget

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Isabell is quite used to the humans doing homework at this point. Typically, she is set up on the desk beside them, wrapped in a blanket, watching a show on a phone, or reading quietly on a tablet. This technology stuff is really cool. She likes that she can read without having to fight with the pages of a book. All she has to do is click a button.

Today is no different, she is set up beside Zeke at his desk. He's got his laptop in front of him. Whatever he's doing it must only require one hand. He isn't rapidly typing like Marcus typically does, though Zeke has had some assignments where he has to do that too. Mostly, it just looks like he's reading. Every now and then he'll use a hand to scroll or to click something.

His left hand is free, idly shifting, his fingers rap against the surface of the desk as he fidgets with an empty hand. The repetitive sound pulls her attention away from her book, she can feel the light vibrations through the desk beneath her. She just observes his hands for a moment. Occasionally his second hand will join the first and his fingers will slowly shift together, either taping a rhythm with two parts, or the fingers on one hand will absentmindedly pick at the fingers of the other before the second hand is drawn away to interact with the computer once more.

She stands, making her way over to his massive hand as his fingers dance against the desk. He is too enraptured by his assignment to notice her approaching until she reaches his index finger and places a hand on his knuckle. Instantly, his movement stills, he drops his chin, flicking his eyes down to her.

"Sorry. Do you need something?" He asks.

She shakes her head, sitting down between two of his fingers and leaning forward to wrap her arms around his index finger. One leg is tucked in close to her, the other leg sticking out in front of her, behind his finger. "No. You just seemed to be.. fidgeting a lot, tapping the desk and stuff." She looks up at him, her face resting against his knuckle.

"Ah. Yeah. Sorry if that was annoying. I honestly wasn't even thinking about it. Sometimes I just... Need to do something with my hands to help me focus. "

She looks at the digit in front of her. Though she knows he's focusing on keeping his hand still, his fingers twitch around her, begging for interaction. "I can help you focus." She says into his knuckle, her cheeks begin to grow warm. She steals a glance up at his face and sees him staring back down at her, his mouth slightly agape. "But, if I'm just distracting you I can-"

"No." His voice comes out as a tight whisper. His fingers shift in a little closer, not wanting her to leave. His thumb brushes feather light against her arm. He takes a breath, "I would like that. Just, ah, get my attention if you need anything or... or if you're uncomfortable, alright?" He waits for her to agree before he turns his attention back to the screen, stealing one more peek at her before starting his work again.

At first he doesn't move much. His fingers remain stiff and still around her, his thumb occasionally brushing against her arm. It's as if he is all too aware of her presence amidst his fingers, and he's trying to be as cautious as possible. But as his focus settles back into his assignment, his hand relaxes. His thumb falls, brushing against her straight leg. His thumb strokes up towards her hip, and then back down the length of her leg. This motion repeats a few times before his whole hand shifts around her. She releases his index finger as it pulls away just enough to rest behind her. He doesn't stop there, his finger and this thumb come together, gently pinching her between them. She is lifted up just enough for his other fingers curl in beneath her. The gentle pressure holding her up releases, and she settles into the massive fingers behind her. Her cheeks flush, and her heart flutters in her chest as she is just completely surrounded by touch. His thumb absentmindedly explores her, brushing over her stomach, traveling down the side of one of her legs, drifting back up to her shoulders, up and down her arms. His thumb pauses, resting on her sternum, he looks down at her.

"Is this.. okay?" He whispers, "You're allowed to say no. uh, your heart is just ... Beating really fast. If- if I'm scaring you I-"

"Zeke, Zeke it's fine!" She cuts off his rambling. "I'm fine, do your homework." She laughs, giving his thumb a quick hug. He looks at her for a moment before nodding at returning to his assignment. Soon, his hand starts moving around her again. He traces a line down her cheek with the side of his thumb. He is so gentle. She looks up at him, and is really only able to see the underside of his jaw. He seems to be completely focused on his work as he shifts his fingers around her, absentmindedly.

The fingers beneath her curl in more, his thumb shifting out of the way as he encloses her in a loose fist. For a split second her heart rate spikes as she's plunged into remembering her days in captivity when Eddie would sometimes hold her in a tight fist and - no. This is nothing like that. Zeke's hand is gentle around her. His fingers knead into her one at a time, squeezing her, but never too tight. His thumb brushes against her cheek, shifting to stroke her hair. For once, maybe for the first time, she's able to stop the onslaught of horrific memories before they really even begin. She's not where she used to be, she's with Zeke now. She is held gently, engulfed by his fingers like he's wrapping her up in a hug. This is not a place of fear. She finds comfort in the fingers surrounding her.

He only holds her like that for a moment before manipulating her in his grasp once more. She finds herself on her stomach spread flat across his fingers. His thumb comes down behind her, rubbing small circles between her shoulder blades, and tracing up and down her spine. This continues for a while before his thumb flips her over. She's looking straight up at him again, and he's still paying her no mind. What little glimpse she gets of his face only reveals his concentration on his work. His mouth flat, eyes scanning his screen. His other hand draws near, and now both of his thumbs search over her idly. There is no pattern, simply absent-minded touch. After a while the other hand pulls away, she hears him clicking or scrolling or whatever he's doing. Honestly, she finds herself a little preoccupied with the digits trying to weave themselves around her. She's threaded through, under one finger, over the next , before she's flipped back into his palm.

The thumb of the hand holding her fixes itself solidly over her middle when the second hand returns. She is held in place as he pinches her hand between two fingers. She feels the grooves of his fingerprints with her whole hand. The size difference is striking to her. You would think that eventually one would stop being amazed, but seeing her whole hand held on just one fingerprint takes her breath away all over again. His fingertips delicately explore moving her limbs. First her arm then he fidgets with her leg. He gingerly feels her joints as they bend and straighten with his movements. She's passed between his hands, each getting a turn to explore her limbs, to manipulate her form like a little doll. She doesn't mind, in fact, she finds that she enjoys it. Maybe she wouldn't if it was anybody else, but this is Zeke. His hands are dexterous and gentle, and she knows he would never hurt her. She trusts him completely, and finds that she's never felt more safe than when she's engulfed by his hands. Nothing can hurt her here.

When he finally glances down at her, she's upsidedown in his hand. He jolts, as if he's just now realizing what he's been doing to her.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, righting her, and setting her on the desk. "I might have gotten a little carried away I - ah, sorry." His fingers withdraw from around her and she already misses their warmth.

"You're fine. That was," she struggles to find a word before just settling for, "nice." It's not the right word. Exhilarating, maybe? Incredible, perhaps? But she went with nice. Looking up at him though, she thinks he understands because he nods and softly repeats the word back to her in that same way. Like he knows that doesn't even begin to cover it, but he can't express what he really means with words alone. "Did you get your assignment done?" She asks.

"Yeah, it's submitted. Thank you for- for uh," he fumbles, not knowing what to call that.

"Being your fidget toy?" She raises an eyebrow, teasing him. Though he typically contains it well, he does get flustered if you can push the right buttons, which she did. She laughs as he blushes, sputtering about how she's not a toy and on and on. Zeke has done so much for her, she's just happy that she was finally able to give him something for once.

June Prompts 🌼

Word prompts to use for doodling or writing

fairytale

garden hose

fruit stand

radio

block party

tattoo

ice cream

postcard

festival

skating

barefoot

night walks

pride

fries

stream

flower crown

outdoors

cocktail umbrellas

playing cards

sailboat

karaoke

dandelions

buttons

pearls

midsummer

universe

neon sign

dragonfly

birch tree

peaches

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