HEY COUNT ERFIT FANS!!! I WROTE SOMETHING FOR US!!!! 💪
summary: you worked out of your comfort zone so you relieve yourself by showering with your gym partner and literally sleeping with him
warnings: non-sexual nudity, not beta read. it’s all fluff with no plot!
genre: fluff
pairing: count erfit x gender neutral reader (can be romantic or just friends)
notes: reader can be read as a toon or cog! erfit will be referred by his real name. also i’m a beginner writer so im not really proud of this and it may not be up to standards or whatever BUT JUST TAKE WHAT WE GOT EVEN THO I KINDA SUCK, IM LITERALLY DOING ALL THE WORK FOR MY FELLOW ERFIT SIMPS OKAY 💔💔 also i will make erfit rhyme! i headcanon that he and the other counts starts to lose rhyme flows when he starts to run low on charge so that eventually happens at the end. also i hope i did erfit’s character (chief) justice!
word count (erfit): 1249
ao3 version
The heat rushed through your body, squatting with a barbell gripped behind your head. Your breath was heavy as you pushed through your remaining strength, drenched in sweat. It was heavier than you were accustomed to, as you had stepped out of your comfort zone after Chad playfully nudged you to finally pick up something a little heavier than what you're used to.
"Come on, bro, you only have one more!" Chad kneeled on one leg beside you, motivating you to reach your goal that you were so close to achieving. He had already finished his workout far ahead of you. "Nail it down, keep at it to your new high score!"
You huffed out your remaining breath… then took in another deep one, using that last strand of strength, and finally…
"ONE… HUNDRED!"
You lifted the barbell above you in great triumph, letting out a loud, shuddered breath. You have never felt such an amount of energy drained from your body, you regretted jokingly setting your goal as a hundred, you wished you could have set it to just at least half of that… but now it was all over, and you were still proud of yourself.
"Nice job, bro! I knew you could do it!" Chad pumped his fist with glee.
Your arms were about to give up, and rushed to set down the barbell, though sloppily as it let a slight thud on the floor. You then fell limp as you let out a sigh of relief, but Chad rushed to scoop you in his arms.
"So, bro, how did you feel going through it?"
"I think I might have pushed myself too much…" you panted, "but I feel so proud of myself…" You felt slippery, arms limp and weak, and your body was rigid.
"You have done enough tonight," the vampire propped you back onto your feet, "would a shower be alright?"
A weak smile formed on your face. "Of course, I really need it…"
In fact, you truly did. From lifting the barbell heavier than you were used to, there had been so many points where you felt like giving up, but by hydrating and taking breaks, you could still hold up to it, and Chad was always there to motivate you to keep going for a hundred lifts. It was rewarding, and eventually you'll become strong enough to lift those same weights with more ease thanks to him.
Chad led you to the shower room and set you down on a bench, allowing you to strip out of your sweat ridden clothes that you can't imagine wearing any further until they get clean when you get back home. You were a little hesitant to strip in front of him, but it wasn't as much now the more you showered with him. By the time the shower knob turn, you were out of all of those clothes.
You would admit that you still feel so exposed like this in front of Chad, but you would rather keep that to yourself.
The next look at him, and he was already stripped out as well, running his hand under the water, and the air was now humid in steam. Once he nodded at you, you stepped into the shower first, the warm water streaming through your body caressing you like an absolute touch of relief you desperately needed, washing away the sweat and loosening your insides.
Chad joined you almost immediately after, allowing the water to give him a surface rinse. You took a sponge and reached to scrub at the metal, starting from his back where you knew he always had trouble with, and then spreading out through his body from there. You (attempted to) massage the hard metal through the soap, allowing him to soothe his inner wires.
After his body was cleaned up, you used a generous amount of soap on your hands, threading through his synthetic hair. "Hey, Chad, I would appreciate some help even more tonight." You briefly paused. "Since I'm pretty worn out, I just feel like I should get a little more pampering than usual."
He rolled his shoulders. "I am more than glad to help you, for how I also feel that assistance is overdue."
After cleaning and rinsing his hair, you tapped his right shoulder, a sign that it was your turn. You turned around, and then in an instant, Chad's fingers were pressing on your head, bubbles and foam spreading and running down your body. You sighed, your insides loosening from the generous touch.
You passed your own sponge to him, then he began to scrub firmly on your shoulders, with his other hand massaging where he had already cleansed, relaxing them further as he continued to scrub down your body. You didn't say a word, you just simply enjoyed how his touch felt against your rigid body, it was all you needed after a such a workout session that left you dull, and you were thankful for letting him clean you like this in such a state.
His hands then gently massaged your shoulders, slowly coming down to your back. You had never realized how stiff you felt before he cleaned there, it was never this bad, your body just was not completely used to those heavier weights yet. Nevertheless, you felt much more serene now, body inching closer to full relaxation and relief that you felt you were starting to fall asleep standing up.
Once done with your entire body, he let you go, giving you time to let the warm waters rinse you off the lather.
"Thank you so much, Chad," you let out a deep sigh of relief. "I really, really needed it."
"It's all no problem, my bro," he turned off the water and grabbed towels, "but should have I gone a little more slow?"
You grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your body. "Nah, it was just right." You looked up at him, "though if I feel a little more stiff than that, you can go a little slower, I don't mind."
After drying off, you slid into your sleepwear, and then turned to see Chad already in his tank top, pulling up his dollar sign patterned pajama pants.
"So do you feel a bit tired too, Chad?"
"I can say that you are right," he answered, "it quite has been a long… a long night."
The two of you headed to his bedroom, not wasting time to plop yourself down onto the bed that was rather spacious, and you were immediately letting yourself sink into the comfort you needed. The sheets shifted as Chad joined you, pulling over the blanket.
As the warmth laid onto your body, you adjusted to get more comfortable, finally asking that question that lingered in you for a while. "So, the more tired you are, the more you lose your rhyme, huh?"
Chad chuckled at your question, "I'm afraid that's true, bro. I just.. can't always have the energy to keep the rhymes going."
"Honestly, it feels a little strange when you aren't rhyming." You rested your head on his chest. "But hey, I can understand that."
You took in the scent of his cleansed metal as you fell deeper into sleep, listening to his inner engines slowing down as he also trailed off. It was more than enough for you to lull you into slumber. Neither of you needed to say anything else, simply enjoying each others company as you slept together.
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Lottie stood shaking,
Surrounded by darkness and covered with silence,
“I’ll be ok.” She said,
She muttered it as if it was her mantra.
Lottie placed her hand on the door,
Frozen with fear, filled with a few ounces of hope.
The fear and hope causing internal war,
“I’ll be ok. I will be fine.” She said.
Lottie opened the closet door,
A small crack, A small crack of freedom,
“What if I’m not ok? What if I won’t be fine?” She asks.
And then the freedom is gone.
Lottie sits shaking in the corner of the closet,
Covered by colorless images and the freedom lost.
“Will I be ok? Will I be fine?” She asks.
The closet stays silent, but her fears don’t.
Lottie stands in the closet,
Holding the handle, turning the knob,
Just a little, just a small taste of freedom.
“Maybe I’ll be ok? I could be fine.” She whispers.
Lottie takes a step outside,
A bit more freedom, a bit more hope.
She feels lighter, almost like there are no strings of fear holding her back
“I am going to be ok. I am going to be fine.” She says with hope.
Lottie runs down the street as colors fly behind her,
Rainbows follow her where she goes,
She is free of the silent, dark, closet.
“I am ok. I am fine.” She says with a smile.
Lottie rides down the aisle,
She can barely contain her smile,
Her found family and blood family watch her dream come true,
“I am free. I am me” She said as she kisses her wife.
~Ria
I wrote this for a Creative Writing class and I’m super proud of it and thought I would share it here :p
This is my first ballad so like, uh its not that good and it is more like free verse but yeet
this spirit comforts the kid and takes the kiddo away
the kid had lived in a household that wasn't the best and harmed the kid's well-being
the "evil" takes in the kid and raises the kid as their own
when the kid is grown they bring in another small child who lived on the streets
and the spirit takes them in
this is how the spirit starts to take children away from abusive homes
kids start to go missing
the first kid, as he dies, asks the spirit why they were called evil.
the Spirit responds with, "Any trait that one may have has pros and cons. There is no one truly 'good spirit'. Values change over time and humans act irrationally."
"But you aren't evil! You help so many children and save them. You change their lives!"
The Spirit nodded, "That may be true but think of the flip side, I am taking children from their families. Some families don't realize what they have until they loose it. I am reality, some people choose to ignore me, others decide to accept me, and other are against me. They are blind to what the world has to offer and stay enclosed inside their mind and their perception of this world."
many years later, another one of the spirit's kids is dying.
the child is silent, "What is death like?"
The Spirit turns their head, "why do you ask?"
"i'm afraid."
"There is nothing to fear, little one. Death is an old friend, they reunite you with lost loved ones. They reunite you with lost friends."
The child blinked, their birth family had abandoned them long ago. They didn't have anyone waiting for them on the other side, "What if there's no one waiting for you?"
The Spirit smiles at the kid, "You have nothing to fear. There is always someone waiting for you. You may not know them, but they are ready to love and cherish you."
