A Tangled Mess! --Short Story and Drabble Collection

I wrote something

'Ugh, why did I come here?' she thought, shaking her head. The letter was too vague. As she continued walking, she felt something squelch under her heel. She looked down and her face contorted into a scowl. 'Fucking- a dead guy? Seriously? At least my shoes are black. God, that would be hard to clean...' She leaned down to get a closer look at the body when she felt something around her neck. By the feel of it, it was a tie. With the amount of pressure being applied and the dead man on the floor, she assumed the person was trying to choke her and kill her. 

"O-oh, choke me harder daddy~" she said playfully. No, she wasn't taking this very seriously. The person behind her was startled and froze. She smirked. Before the person could regain their senses, she forced their hands from the tie and turned around. On reflex, she pushed them down and put her foot on their chest. The tie was taut in her hands. 

She looked down at the attacker. Not a man, but a woman. She smiled slyly. 'It's times like these where I am fucking glad I'm lesbian' she thought, laughing in her mind. 

She leaned down, getting in the other woman's face. She used a finger and tilted their chin up and made them face her. 

"My my~ I guess I should say 'mommy', huh?" she laughed. "I mean, look at you~ Gorgeous~ You seem quite toned, too~" she purred, examining the lady. Her outfit was a black and gray flannel top with wine red shorts and they're short red hair was covering their eyes. There was a toolbelt around their waist and a fairly ornate knife was in the biggest slot. The last thing that she noticed was the generic black tennis shoes. 

"Well, this was a pleasant introduction. I'm Freyja, nice to meet you. It really seems you came prepared...~"

The other lady just growled. 

"Aww, tough too, huh? Oh don't worry, we'll see each other again," Freyja got off the other lady, still dangling the tie in her hands. "Buh bye sweetheart~" she bared her teeth--which were surprisingly sharp--and pulled the tie taut in her hands again. Then she turned and swayed her hips slightly as the click of her heels echoed through the abandoned hanger. 

The flush on the other woman's face was unmistakable. 

-----A WEEK LATER-----

Freyja was walking down the village streets. Her boots were almost the color of the sandy stones she was stepping on. The teal green jumper, however, was a stark contrast to the drab colors around her. Swaying down the streets, her vivacious figure attracted many stares. While it was true, the village was mostly filled with older couples who had settled down, there were also younger couples with men who had... wandering eyes. But really, Freyja liked the female kind better. But not the fragile ladies who lived here. They were too... boring? Maybe that's the right word. She much more preferred the kind of lady who she met a week ago. She bit the inside of her lightly flushing cheeks. 'Now she was the kind of lady I could be into...' 

Freyja shook her head lightly, tossing her ginger hair over her shoulder. And that's when another woman caught her eye. A familiar woman. Freyja smirked and started walking over. 

The lady she was after was wearing tan shirt underneath an obviously worn jean jacket. Both had spots of dust and dirt on them. Her black jogging pants also weren't spotless by any means.

Next to her was a dirty blonde guy about Freyja's height. His hair was long and pulled up into a ponytail and his eyes were black. He looked older than the woman Freyja was chasing, but in this village looks were often deceiving. 

"Well well, we meet again~!" Freyja said from behind the other woman. The woman jumped slightly and swung at Freyja with her fist. 

"Wow, fast reflexes," Freyja remarked, ducking to the side. 

"Vivian, who's this?" the blonde man asked. 

 "Ah, Vivian, that's your name," Freyja said, putting a hand on her chin. Vivian sighed. 

"Hello, Freyja," she said, trying to be friendly but failing. Miserably. 

"Aren't you going to introduce you to your friend?" Freyja asked with a slight pout. Vivian blinked slowly before slumping slightly. Dully, she gestured to the blonde man. "This is Eric..." she said. It almost sounded like she wanted to add something else, but stopped herself. 

Eric smiled brightly. "Hey, you remembered! Getting better, eh?" he said brightly. Freyja raised an eyebrow. "It... used to be Erica. Now it's Eric," Eric explained. Freyja made an 'o' shape with her mouth. 

"Well, nice to meet you, Eric. Do you mind if I take Vivian for a bit?" she said. Vivian opened her mouth to refuse before Eric butt in with a "sure!" 

"Fuck," Freyja heard Vivian curse under her breath. 

"If that's what you want~" Freyja whispered slyly. Vivian face exploded into a (beautiful in Freyja's mind) vibrant shade of red, but she said nothing. 

"Just... what do you want?" Vivian scowled. 

"Oh dear, not much~ I just wanted to... hang out with you! Two weeks, and then I'll be out of your hair~" Freyja proposed. Vivian thought, before nodding. 

"Alright. Two weeks and we're 'friends'."

This started from the "uwu choke me harder daddy~" thing on the internet and I couldn't fucking get this idea out of my head. 

Stars, I used a lot of ~

It's just to show that Freyja draws her voice out a lot. You know what I mean by it, right? Right?