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jeonsjiddies · 4 years ago

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you found me | myg (m)

⏤ Pairing: Yoongi x reader ⏤ Genre: smut, fluff ⏤ Word Count: 5.5k ⏤ Warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m recieving), nightmare,

⏤ Summary: When you found a fluffy dog during your evening outing, you didn’t realize you’d also be finding the love of your life.

- for the yoongi to my jimin @sugaflake and special thanks to @excusemin for beta-reading!

Part of my Milestone Celebration Event! Check out the other fics here.

Holly had been gone for days and Yoongi... was not okay. He’d scoured the city, put up posters, called every animal shelter and pound within a fifty mile radius. To put it simply, Yoongi was losing his damn mind. If only that stupid wild rabbit hadn’t hopped across the lawn when Yoongi had let Holly out to go to the bathroom, none of this would’ve happened. Holly usually didn’t require a leash just to use the restroom so Yoongi hadn’t been worried when he’d let him out.

He should’ve been more aware of his surroundings, because Holly’s ears had perked up, his whole body going still before he darted off, chasing the rabbit. Yoongi had tried to run after him but had quickly lost sight of him, and it didn’t help that the sun had been setting when he’d let him out and the dark chill of the night had already taken over the warm summer breeze.

Yoongi walked the streets for hours, calling out Holly’s name with a flashlight in hand. He brought the pup’s favorite treats, favorite toy, trying to lure him out had he been hiding somewhere, but his beloved pet was nowhere to be found. Yoongi was gutted, wondering if someone had abducted Holly, if he’d been run over, if something terrible had happened to him. What if he’d fallen down the draining system and was stuck, cold and scared and alone?

Yoongi didn’t sleep that night, or the nights thereafter, laying awake and constantly checking the local Facebook community pages, the lost pet websites, and the animal shelter sites, hoping for any sign of his baby, but it seemed like any attempt at a reunion was slowly becoming futile. Running out of ideas after searching the same empty streets for the 100th time, Yoongi felt hopeless.

He drowned his sorrows in a bottle of whiskey and far too much takeout for one person, his eyes traveling over to Holly’s dog bed, his favorite toy laying untouched inside of it. His eyes drifted to the many pictures of Holly he had framed around his apartment. Yoongi hung his head, feeling like he’d lost a piece of himself and feeling useless for being unable to bring Holly home. He sighed with a shaky exhale, willing the tears not to fall. That was when his doorbell rang.

You sat at a cute little café, enjoying the cool evening air and watching the sun slowly dip down into the horizon while you nibbled on your food halfheartedly. You weren’t hungry, but you weren’t ready to go home to your quiet, empty apartment. Your roommate and best friend had just moved out, opting to move in with her boyfriend instead, and you didn’t know how to handle the silence with her gone. You’d tried inviting a few friends to dinner, but everyone had been busy, so you sat alone on the patio of the small café with your sandwich, watching the birds.

Your pleasant thoughts were interrupted when you felt something press against your leg, and looked down to see a small, brown, fluffy dog had hopped up, pressing his tiny little paws into your skin. He whimpered pathetically, giving you his best puppy eyes and licked his lips, his eyes darting to your food. His tail wagged as you picked him up and sat him in your lap, even though he was dirty, his fur beginning to mat in a few places and he was covered in dried mud.

“Omg, hi little guy!” you cooed.

The small dog panted, his tongue sticking out and he seemed thirsty so you poured some of your water into your hand and allowed him to lap it up, then gave him a bite of your grilled chicken sandwich. He seemed to inhale the small taste of chicken, then sniffed at your plate. You just scooted it closer to the edge and let him have it. You scratched his head affectionately while he ate, then found under his fluffy fur was a collar, stating his name was Holly.

You giggled at the name, thinking it was cute for a boy dog, and you were glad he had a home, if not a little disappointed. You were more than willing to take the sweet pup in, especially after he’d finished eating and licked your cheek in a thank you and cuddled up in your lap. You absentmindedly stroked his back while you looked up the address on his collar. It wasn’t far. You decided you’d walk him there, his owner was probably missing him.

You dialed the number listed on the collar to alert the owner you were on the way, but it immediately went to voicemail and you ended the call with a frown. Sighing, you stood, leaving money for the food and tip, then carried Holly down the sidewalk, using your phone to navigate you.

Holly didn’t squirm or try to leave your grip, he was simply along for the ride, panting heavily and sniffing the air as you walked, nearing a large apartment complex with a minimalistic design that looked very fancy. You entered the front door and took the elevator to the third floor, locating apartment 3C, and knocking gently.

You heard some clattering and some grumbling before the door swung open, revealing a blonde man in sweatpants, a scowl resting on his (quite attractive) face until he looked up and saw Holly.

“HOLLY!” he screamed, grabbing the dog from you and hugging him tightly, pressing kisses all over his face while Holly barked and wagged his tail excitedly, wiggling in the man’s arms and attempting to lick his face.

“Oh my god you’re okay! Where were you?! I was going crazy, I looked everywhere!” he whined, holding the dog up to his face as if he could give him any real answers, then held him close to his chest and hugged him.

Your quiet giggle seemed to remind him that you were there and his eyes darted over to you and he engulfed you in a hug as well, Holly pressed between your chests as he held you against him. Even with Holly inbetween you, you could feel the man’s body heat and his hips pressing against yours, and sparks shot clear to your fingertips.

“Thank you so much! Oh my gosh. I have missed him so much.”

“He is a very good boy, I can see why you missed him,” you smiled after taking a step back from him, attempting to put distance between you and clear up your foggy mind.

“Oh, the reward! You probably want the reward,” he spoke more to himself than you as he looked around for something.

“Reward? No. I just wanted to return your dog,” you shrugged.

“You don’t want the reward?”

“No.”

“Then how can I repay you?”

“You don’t have to?”

He stopped searching, turning to look at you, confusion written all over his face, Holly held in his tight grip.

“You don’t want anything?”

“No?”

“Well… would you at least stay for dinner? I would really like to thank you somehow and I ordered way too much Chinese takeout to drown my sorrows,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

“What did you order?” you peeked past him, your stomach growling at the smell.

“General Tso’s and Chicken Chow Mein,” he offered sheepishly.

“Oh that sounds so good, since someone,” you sent the dog a pointed look with a smile, “ate my chicken sandwich.”

“I’m so sorry!” Yoongi immediately apologized.

“Oh no, I gave it to him of my own free will,” you smiled reassuringly.

“Well I definitely owe you dinner now. Please, have a seat. Would you like something to drink?”

Yoongi set Holly down, gently patting his head before walking over to wash his hands and open the fridge, pulling out a water once you’d requested one, and walking over to you. He sat beside you on his plush couch, offering you some chopsticks and letting you pick your entrée.

“Thank you for dinner… what’s your name?”

You glanced over at the attractive man to your right, his ears turning pink at the tips.

“Oh I’m sorry, I’m Yoongi, it’s nice to meet you,” he extended his hand out and you took it in yours, that same zing of electricity shooting through your body, and you struggled to suppress the shiver.

“Nice to meet you Yoongi, I am Y/N.”

“Thank you so much for bringing Holly home, I was going insane without him. I thought he was gone forever…” Yoongi trailed off with a sigh, “you don’t know how thankful I am for you.”

“It was my pleasure, I even got free food,” you joked, sticking your tongue out.

Yoongi seemed to relax then, laughing along with you as the two of you ate and talked. He was actually super funny and smart, telling you all about his life, his passions, and listening when you spoke. Yoongi told you he liked to rap and produce music, and had even let you listen to a couple of his songs. They were absolutely fantastic. He was extremely talented and you had no qualms with letting him know that, enjoying the way he’d look down with his hand on the back of his neck, tips of his ears tinted pink as he mumbled his gratitude.

You found him endearing, slowly being less intimidated (though not less affected) by his gorgeous appearance, since he was so humble and approachable once you got past his steely (gorgeous) face. Holly had taken it upon himself to snuggle in between the two of you, nestled up against your thighs and using both of you for warmth. You smiled fondly, reaching down to stroke his fur at the same time Yoongi had, your hands brushing and both of you pulling away quickly, heat rising to your cheeks. You glanced away and looked up at the clock, noticing it had been hours, though it had only felt like a few minutes.

“Oh wow, it’s getting late,” you slowly stood from the couch, your gaze shifting to Yoongi, “I should probably head home. Thank you for dinner.”

“Yeah, I should probably give this one a bath. Thank you so much for bringing him home.”

“Of course. I’ll see you later?”

You bit your lip and prayed you didn’t sound as hopeful and needy as you felt. You wanted to see Yoongi again. You wanted to see his cute, gummy smile, hear his melodic laugh. You liked the way you felt around Yoongi, warm and free. Yoongi nodded enthusiastically, fishing his phone from his pocket and handing it over to you. Your fingers brushed as you took it, an involuntary shiver running down your spine before you typed in your contact information and bid him a goodnight, giving Holly one last head pat before you left.

Once you’d arrived home and changed into your pajamas, you laid in your bed, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. You leaned over and checked your phone, seeing a text from an unsaved number.

Unknown [9:04pm]: Hope you made it home safe?

You smiled to yourself, saving Yoongi’s number before replying.

You [9:18pm] I did, thank you for checking.

Yoongi [9:20pm] Good. I’m glad. Sweet dreams, Y/N.

You definitely had sweet dreams, filled with the sweetest smile and the most musical laugh you’d ever heard

Months went by and Yoongi had slowly become your best friend. You’d begun hanging out sporadically, but the more you got to know each other, the more time you spent together, (and the more the butterflies in your stomach began to swirl around any time the man smiled your way), until you were at Yoongi’s apartment more often than your own. You’d even left a toothbrush and a change of clothes there, as the two of you often got distracted and didn’t notice the time, having too much fun together, and Yoongi would encourage you to just sleep on the couch.

You’d spend those nights with Holly cuddled up to your side, keeping you warm while you talked and joked with Yoongi about anything and nothing at all, which only served for your heart to continue to constrict from how deeply you had begun to feel for the sweet man.

As per usual, Yoongi was participating in some playful banter with you whilst the two of you continued to ignore the serial killer documentary you’d put on.

“I swear, that’s what I always called them growing up!”

“Y/N, I have literally never heard that before in my entire life. Never in my 28 years of existing have I heard someone call a walk-in clinic a doc in a box,” Yoongi scoffed incredulously.

“Well, that’s what my mom called them, what my grandma called them. Doc in a box, stop and rob, hairdryer cops-”

“What the fuck is a hairdryer cop?!”

“You know, the ones on the motorcycles? Their helmets look like the hairdryer caps at the salon!”

Yoongi leaned forward, placing the back of his hand on your forehead with a concerned look in his eyes.

“Are you sick? Do you have a fever? You’re clearly hallucinating.”

“Oh fuck off, Min. You’re just jealous you didn’t get to call gas stations stop and robs,” you huffed, shoving him away from irritation and also to put some distance between the beautiful man and your racing heart.

“Why would I ever want to?”

“Don’t be so mainstream, Yoongi,” you teased with a wink, causing him to roll his eyes and catch sight of the clock on the wall.

“Oh crap, it’s midnight,” Yoongi gasped.

“Ugh, I have work tomorrow,” you whined.

“Stay here tonight, I’ll drive you in the morning,” he shrugged.

You leaned over and wrapped your arms around him, knocking him off balance and sending him backwards on the couch, and squished his cheeks between your hands.

“Thank you, you’re the best!”

“Yeah, yeah, now get off me,” he playfully shoved you away and stood, fixing his sweater.

“Goodnight, Yoongiiiiiiiii.”

“Goodnight, pain in my rear,” he winked at your feigned offense before walking down the hallway to his bedroom.

You snuggled up to Holly on the couch, listening to the soft whir of the air conditioner, and slowly fell asleep, warm and content. That was… until the nightmare started.

You walked into Yoongi’s apartment uninvited, as usual, having become so accustomed to being there that you didn’t even knock anymore. You had his favorite pizza in hand as you leaned down to pet Holly, who let out a hostile growl when you got too close, baring his teeth and backing away from you. You watched him quizzically, wondering why the typically affectionate animal had become so angry.

You shrugged it off and set the pizza down on the counter, walking down the hall towards Yoongi’s bedroom and giving a quick courtesy knock before entering. You stopped dead in your tracks when your eyes landed on Yoongi’s bare backside as he pistoned his hips in and out of some woman you’d never seen before, her high pitched moans so loud you wondered how you hadn’t heard them before you entered.

You tried to shut the door before they saw you but Yoongi whipped around, fire in his eyes that were directed right at you, making you feel about two inches tall. You apologized profusely, backing up with your hands in the air before shutting the door and bolting down the hallway, attempting to flee his apartment as quickly as possible. Holly darted out in front of you, barking ferociously as though you were some sort of threat, an intruder.

“What the hell, Y/N?! Why would you come barging into my house like that?”

“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I thought we could do pizza night like usual, I didn’t know you had company,” you floundered, stumbling over your words as Yoongi glared at you from his space by the couch, his shorts haphazardly thrown on his body.

“You don’t fucking live here, you’re not my girlfriend, you’re nothing to me! I’m so sick of you coming around whenever you feel like it. Thanks for bringing my dog home, but he’s safe now. I don’t need you anymore,” Yoongi seethed, getting right up in your face.

“But… but you’re my best friend…” you whimpered.

Yoongi let out a harsh, condescending laugh.

“Best friend?! You’re not my best friend, you're nothing. I was bored and you were there, but now I don’t need entertainment. You can go. For good.”

“Yoongi…”

“You’re so fucking pathetic. Can’t you just leave? I don’t want you here,” he hissed, pointing towards the door, “get the fuck out.”

“Yoongi, please-”

“Just stay away from me, you freak!”

You woke up gasping for air and clutched Holly close to your chest, him giving a quiet, frightened yip at your unexpected action. You stroked his head softly, your whole body shivering as you tried your best to shake off the fear that seemed to chill you straight through to your bones. You took deep breaths, turned the light on, and drank a glass of water but nothing was putting you at ease.

You glanced down the hallway towards Yoongi’s room, wondering if he’d be annoyed if you woke him up. You slowly tip-toed your way towards his bedroom door and cracked it open slowly, attempting to make minimal amounts of noise. The light from the hallway barely illuminated the room but it was enough for you to see Yoongi’s sleeping form, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly. You smiled to yourself.

You didn’t want to disturb him, and you wanted to go back to the couch, you really did. But you just couldn’t shake the images of the fire in his eyes. You needed to know Yoongi was okay, that he didn’t really hate you. You snuck into the room, sitting gently on the edge of Yoongi’s bed. You watched his chest rise and fall for a moment, your gaze shifting to his serene face.

Before you could think better of it, you reached out and gently stroked the side of his cheek, letting the tip of your finger run along his smooth skin and feel its warmth. Yoongi’s eyelashes fluttered, but he didn’t move. Still, you froze, waiting for him to settle before you continued. You brushed his hair out of his eyes gently, and nearly screamed when a hand softly wrapped around your own. You glanced down and saw Yoongi’s eyes open, though fluttering with the strain to remain that way.

“Y/N?” he asked groggily.

“Hey, sorry, I uh… couldn’t sleep,” you trailed off, looking away and willing your voice not to crack.

But it did. Yoongi slowly shuffled into a sitting position, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his fists before placing his attention on you. He watched the way your shoulders slumped and you avoided eye contact, taking slow, shaky breaths.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid,” you sighed, twirling your fingers around each other.

“It’s not if it’s got you this worked up. Come on, talk to me,” he urged, placing a hand on your back and rubbing soothing patterns.

You could feel the warmth of his skin soaking through your shirt and your body relaxed from the slightest touch from him. You sighed and turned to face him, biting your lip nervously.

“I had a dream that you… that something really bad… and I just… I tried not to be a baby about it, I mean I’m not a child, I can handle a bad dream, but it just felt so real and I…” you choked on your words, a single tear slipping from your burning eyes.

Yoongi pulled you into his body wordlessly, allowing you to fall apart on his shoulder. He held you close, though that was seemingly unnecessary given the way you were clinging onto him for dear life, as though he’d disappear if you let go.You were certain that if either of you pulled away, for even a moment, that you would fall apart and be nothing but debris stuck in the carpet of Yoongi’s bedroom.

Yoongi let you cry, slowly rocking your body back and forth along with his to soothe you, rubbing gentle shapes into your back, stroking your hair, and humming softly until you went lax in his hold, your body weight pressing into his chest. Your deep, even breathing told him you’d fallen asleep, likely exhausted from the toll your emotional breakdown had taken on your body. Yoongi slowly maneuvered you so that you were laying beside him, careful not to wake you. He wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you flush against him, if only to make you feel safe. At least, that's what he told himself.

Waking up without Holly tucked into your arms felt strange, but waking up next to Yoongi felt… right. Yoongi still had an arm wrapped around you, and you were snuggled into his warm chest. You felt safe, happy. You sighed with content and flipped over before you snuggled closer to him, your head resting against his chest. Yoongi groaned sleepily, turning onto his back and pulling you with him so that you could lay on his chest more comfortably.

Yoongi didn’t open his eyes, but his voice came out low and a little rough and entirely too enticing when he asked you, “How are you feeling?”

“Better, thank you. I’m sorry about last night, I don’t know what came over me,” you sighed, fiddling with a stray thread on his shirt.

“Don’t apologize, you were scared and needed comfort. There’s nothing wrong with that. I will always keep you safe, Y/N. Now that you’re awake and calm… do you want to talk about it? You seemed really upset.”

You sighed, sitting up and facing Yoongi, who also sat up, his eyes meeting yours with a soft look, quiet and patient, waiting for you to speak.

“I just… I had this terrifying dream that something awful had happened to you and it felt so real.. And I just couldn’t stop picturing it, losing you, and I can’t lose you, Yoongi. You’re my best friend, my rock, you’re everything to me. You are where I go when I’m sad, when I’m scared, when I’m happy. You’re my favorite person in the entire world and I can’t imagine a world without you in it. I don’t want to imagine a world without you in it, and I don’t think I could survive one. I just…” you trailed off with a sigh, hanging your head and willing the tears forming not to fall.

“You’re always there, to comfort me, to celebrate with me, and I love doing those things for you too. I guess it just smacked me in the face with how important you really are to me and how much I appreciate you and need you in my life.”

Yoongi’s face softened even more at your words, and he reached out to wipe away the stray tear that had escaped your watering eyes.

“I promise, I’m not going anywhere. You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he grinned when you giggled at his attempt at a joke, “and I feel the same way. I’m so glad you’re in my life, Y/N. You’re the best friend I could’ve ever asked for. I didn’t realize there was a missing piece in my life until you showed up. You didn’t just find Holly that day, you found me too. I didn’t even know I was lost.”

You were at a loss for words, watching Yoongi’s eyes swim with an emotion you couldn’t name, neither of you daring to look away, seemingly caught in a trace, bound by the spell of each other’s presence. Without realizing it, or maybe it was subconscious, you’d both begun to lean closer like magnets. Your souls drawn to each other, no longer able to fight the connection, the pull to be closer.

Yoongi’s eyes flickered to your lips in a silent plea for permission, and you gave the faintest of nods, closing the gap yourself and pressing your lips to his in a soft, tentative kiss. His soft, sweet lips pressed against your own felt like coming home, and you couldn’t get enough. You shifted closer, putting more pressure on the kiss and Yoongi wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you into his lap.

The kiss deepened, the two of you working together to explore each other, hands roaming, tongues dancing, hearts beating in sync. You pulled away, barely a hair away and rested your forehead on his, your breathing shallow and labored.

“I love you,” he whispered, “I think I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. You are so beautiful, so kind, so perfect.”

“I love you too, Yoongi. So, so much.”

Yoongi’s smile could’ve lit up the entire sky, his eyes shone with so much joy and adoration that you almost wanted to be sick, in the best way. Yoongi ran tender fingertips up and down the expanse of your arm slowly, his eyes locked on yours, your breaths mingling as neither of you moved away. You were certain if you put any space between the two of you that you would simply melt into a pile of goo on his plush carpet.

The silence was comfortable, safe. Being in Yoongi’s arms was like coming home from war, finally feeling peace wash through your body as you spot your safe haven on the horizon after being gone for so long, constantly searching for a place to belong. You belonged with Yoongi, tucked up in his tiny apartment with his arms wrapped securely around you while you watched the sun begin to filter through the curtains covering the windows.

“Yoongi?”

“Hmmm?”

You leaned in again, capturing his lips in another kiss, this one slightly more urgent. You worked your lips against his own, letting your tongue roam his mouth, and pressing your body closer to his. You wanted him. You wanted to show him how much you loved him. How much you craved him. Your fingers danced up his shirt, feeling his warm skin against your palms, and you lifted the hem just a bit, just enough to get your point across, sending a questioning look his way.

Yoongi assisted you in removing his shirt, tossing it carelessly aside while your eyes raked over his newly exposed flesh. Of course you’d seen him shirtless before, but not like this. Not for your eyes alone. Your lips attached themselves to Yoongi’s neck, kissing your way down and along his collarbone. You gently pressed him into the mattress, hovering above him and allowing your lips to travel farther down, ghosting across his pert nipples as you continued your journey.

Yoongi sucked in a shaky breath that had you smiling to yourself, a feeling of victory washing over you, especially once you reached the hem of his sweats, your lips and tongue dancing along the skin just above them. Yoongi groaned, squirming underneath your teasing. You looked up at him, finger tucked under the waistband as you waited for his permission.

“Are you sure about this, Y/N? We don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready-”

“I want this. I want you. If you want me,” you bit your lip in an attempt to hide your nerves.

“I want you. So badly.”

Your heart soared at the confession, and you swiftly freed him of his sweats and boxers, letting his thick, leaking member to spring free of its confines. Your mouth watered at the sight of his swollen head, and you leaned down to lick the precum free of it, causing a strangled noise to erupt from Yoongi. The sound was music to your ears, sending electricity straight down to your core, enticing you to take Yoongi’s length into your warm mouth.

Yoongi threw his head back when you wrapped your lips around his member, slowly pushing your head down to take more of him into your wet warmth. Your name tumbled from his lips in soft whimpers, almost like a prayer. You worked your mouth along his cock, twirling your tongue around the tip each time you moved your head back, attempting to take him deeper each time until his head hit the back of your throat, making sure to hollow your cheeks while you sucked the life out of the man falling apart beneath you.

Yoongi was almost embarrassed how quickly he reached his high under your ministrations, your skillful mouth and tongue bringing him close to the edge in nearly record time. The fact that he hadn’t had sex since he’d met you probably played a role in it, not interested in anyone but you since he saw your kind eyes and bright smile.

“Y/N...close,” he groaned out.

You kept working his length, reaching up to cup his balls and massage them gently, and that sent Yoongi over the edge, shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat with a cry of your name, and you swallowed every last drop he gave you before climbing back up his body and pressing a kiss to his lips, parted with his shuddering breaths.

“Holy shit,” he managed to say between his panting, “that was amazing.”

“Mmm.. I’m glad you liked it,” you giggled, trailing your nail gently over his chest, grazing his nipple once more, causing him to shiver.

“Allow me to repay the favor,” he smirked, flipping you over so you were now on your back.

“As lovely as that sounds, I really just want you to fuck me.”

“Don’t I need to prep you first, baby?”

“Mmm.. no. I’m ready. I’m so wet for you, want you so bad, Yoongi...” you trailed off, biting your lip seductively and leading his hand down to your core to feel the juices flowing there.

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked,” he whispered in awe.

“For you. Please, Yoongi.”

Yoongi wasted no more time, dexterous fingers ridding you of all clothing as quickly as he could, his naked body hovering over yours once more, skin to skin as he began to kiss along the swell of your breasts before taking a pebbled bud into his mouth, sucking gently and barely scraping his teeth along it while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. Your desperate whimpers fueled him on as he lined his member up with your core, giving you one last questioning look, but sliding inside your drenched heat when you sent him a reassuring smile, nodding slightly while tangling your fingers in his bed-head.

Yoongi’s cock had felt large in your mouth, but you were in no way prepared for the delicious sting it would bring upon stretching out your walls, filling you up so perfectly that you swore you might actually faint. Yoongi let you adjust to his size before he started moving, pulling out until just the tip rest inside your inviting hole before plunging back in and building up a rhythm.

“I’ve thought about this so many times,” Yoongi grunted as he worked his shaft in and out of your pussy, hitting all the right spots every time.

“Me too,” you admitted breathlessly, clawing at his back to try and ground yourself, “love you Yoongi.”

“I love you, baby girl, so so much.”

A few more deep, precise thrusts had you digging your nails into the skin of his shoulder blades, clinging to him as though you’d float away if you didn’t.

“Yoongi!” you moaned, back arching up and your chest meeting his.

“Close, baby? You gonna cum for me? Let go for me,” he encouraged, coaxing you off the edge with a softly spoken “come on, be my good girl.”

You climaxed with a cry of his name, clutching onto his quivering body as he came with you, painting your walls white with warm spurts of cum, filling you up again in a different, but oh so wonderful way. Your body shook as you came down from your high, hiding your face in the crook of Yoongi’s neck as he held you close.

Moments passed in a comfortable silence before Yoongi forced himself to part from you, watching with rapt attention as his seed seeped from your battered hole when he pulled his softening member out. He licked his lips at the sight, before picking you up bridal style in his arms, ignoring your shriek of surprise.

“Where are we going?” you asked, wrapping your arms lazily around his neck and snuggling into his embrace.

“We’re going to run a bath, get you all cleaned up. You do have work today, remember?”

“Oh. Ugh.”

“You know… you could… just call in… spend the day in bed with me…”

“Mmm.. that sounds amazing.”

You called into work, using one of your personal days and took a relaxing bath tucked into Yoongi’s embrace while he tenderly ran the loofah along your back and arms, and possibly across some more erogenous zones a few times as well, which earned him a halfhearted swat from you. After drying off and putting on one of his larger t shirts, you spent the day snuggled up on the couch with Yoongi and Holly, watching movies, eating snacks, and basking in the beginning of forever with your best friend.

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locktobre · 2 years ago

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I watched the Mermaid Power leak bc I was slightly excited so here we go, obviously spoilers

Isla changed her hair?? still her tho... OR IS IT? they don’t even MENTION her hair being different, that’s SO fucking weird. have they met her since Florida? WE certainly fucking haven’t!

mermaids with nonhuman skin colors is interesting. idk how I feel about it.

since the kingdom is called Pacifica, I’m going to be generous and assume it’s in the Pacific Ocean... which begs the question of why Isla was all the way in the Atlantic in Dolphin Magic. I mean yeah she could swim there, but why would she? just to hang out with dolphins?

the Ceremony of the Mermaid Moon, the Golden Pearl, the 8 mermaids competing to be the Power Keeper for 100 years... that is a lot to absorb all at once and I don’t know what to make of it. why make them compete? I guess it’s supposed to be the Best and Strongest mermaid, or something, but... very odd.

so weird to see such a weird cartoony background while they’re singing in the boat, I don’t care for the style at all

this is a really shitty upload so I can’t tell but it LOOKS like Brooklyn doesn’t have her freckles anymore which is super weird. her doll doesn’t have them either which I didn’t really notice until now. wtf

they changed the voice actors for Stacie and Chelsea and I hate it

since WHEN do they use Isla’s necklace for transforming? since fucking WHEN? it was just a beacon before! WHAT IS THIS

the underwater hair animation is quite good

so weird to see Marlo again... also was her grandma a mermaid? is that what I’m supposed to believe? I’m happy to believe that, I’m just confused

ok so Marlo is kinda bringing up a point I have wondered about in the barbieverse for quite some time which is... that mermaids hide from humans. but HOW? HOW, with the technology we have, do they manage that? we’ve got submarines and underwater cameras and satellites taking pictures of everything all the time, yes we don’t know everything in the ocean, not by a longshot, but SURELY there’s SOMEONE out there who has observed SOMETHING before and since Marlo did. SURELY. like yes it is an outlandish thing to say, except... HOW do mermaids hide? how do they KNOW to hide from these things, when they don’t know the surface? how aware are they of the ways that humans can discover them? EXPLAIN EXPLAIN EXPLAIN

I like the shark not being an instant enemy but the dog mannerisms are weird.

glad I already decided on having separate universes and backstories for magic bc these are absolutely not the mermaids I know. absolutely fucking not. but I can make my peace with it bc this is an entirely different timeline from my main one. I can totally make my peace with that. yep.

is Isla’s hair being different and the necklace being different all crap I can blame on Morton fucking with the timeline? that’s usually my go to but it seems extreme in this case... but if I DON’T do that I may go insane. I guess I’m doing it.

so they have a vaquita/porpoise friend for “Isla” but no mention of the gemstone dolphins... excuse me

when Aquaria says she was born without a tail, they’re kinda focusing on her fin, so is it the whole tail or just the fin? I am just wondering how it all works. this may be clearer when I’m watching the full quality version

since when does Isla have any magic? she’s a basic bitch she has nothing

AQUARIA’S SINGING VOICE IS SO JARRING AVSHSHSJSB

how are they gonna have a mermaid movie with such forgettable songs

this whole elemental mermaid thing is very intriguing. many implications that I do not have time to deal with now.

no offense Pacifica is the ugliest underwater location we have seen in the whole franchise

mermaids only eat seaweed, apparently... how is that nutritious? and how did Isla not die eating bread? so many questions there.

can only mermaids of air go on land? or... for that matter, if mermaids don’t like humans, or at least some of them don’t, and Corellia(?) as a leader seems to be distrustful at the very least... why aren’t they concerned about the Barbies being there? or the fact that “Isla” told them her secret? IS it a secret, or not? is Marlo’s whole quest for nought? like yeah the scientist laughed at her but mermaids don’t seem to care if they stay secret, do they? Isla did but that doesn't mean anything

they did a closeup, Brooklyn DOES have her freckles... but why doesn’t her doll

YAY STACIE DID A THING I'M SO PROUD OF HER

I think even “Isla’s” TAIL is different, what the fuck is going on? I’ll have to get good screencaps to compare and be sure but I swear it doesn't look the same

love that this movie continues the trend of Malibu being shit at things it’s so funny

how old is Aquaria supposed to be? she’s about Chelsea’s size, but she seems way more mature than Chelsea. on the other hand, if she’s 7 no wonder no one is fucking listening to her lmao

how did Finn and Aquaria lose their parents... did The Pollution kill them? (I actually have a post about pollution killing mermaids in my merillia tag, but that’s another universe)

I can’t BELIEVE I got mermaid Marlo technically right TWO YEARS AGO. I am a prophet and anyone doubting me will be made to believe.

did Grandma talk to Marlo thru the crown? was that a memory? wha

fun to see them actually using their magic a lot, we don’t really get magic battles in barbie

I will accept Aquaria being the Power Keeper but it’s fucked up for Malibu, of all ppl, to be the one to say it. she doesn’t know jack shit about mermaids except what she has seen over the last 45 minutes, that is AWFULLY presumptuous of her.

Aquaria and Chelsea have crushes on each other I think (assuming they are the same age, I still don’t know what to make of Aquaria tbh)

the hair animation is better, but I still think Pearl Princess captured underwater movement so much better. it was a step up from Mermaidia and the Mermaid Tales, and it seems we plateaued there. in 2014. sad.

if the mermaids with technicolor skintones transformed, would they keep their skintones or get human ones? is it a human disguise they get, or just legs? this is a very important distinction

how does this all intersect with that DA episode about the mermaid who does the whale migration or whatever... I mean I can assume that she’s a water mermaid but glad they’re not acknowledging any of that at all, why would they!

the ending seemed very abrupt but with the cuts and skips I can’t be sure if that's intentional lmao

In conclusion... I have never watched Scooby Doo Return to Zombie Island bc I love myself but that is the vibe I get from this movie. a broad strokes sequel that changes anything it wants bc fuck it. the difference being that Zombie Island is a beloved classic and Dolphin Magic sucked a lot, but I digress.

I was quite excited for the possibility of Dolphin Magic finally being referenced after being apparently forgotten since 2017 (despite the inclusion of several mermaid themed episodes in DA), but in the end, I would almost rather they didn’t, bc it has almost nothing to do with Dolphin Magic, and the stuff it does bring back doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. like why bother? at the end of the day? disappointing, the lot of it. but it is probably the only real source of mermaid lore we will get for the DAverse so I must be prepared to study it anyway I suppose. this is my lot in life.

#mel irl #barbie babbles #barbie spoilers #beyond the mirror: mermaid power

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emu-lumberjack · 4 years ago

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A Quick Meeting pt. 2

Damian is an exchange student in Paris, and Marinette doesn’t know too much about him, till a chance encounter provides an opportunity

I finally figured out what was going on and am finally able to post part two here, finally. I’m not gonna retag those who wanted to be tagged, (tell me if you want to be) but I will put on the post that I figured it out. Thanks for sticking with me during the technical difficulties

Read part one here

Part 3 here

part 4 here

They looked at each other vibrant blue eyes meeting piercing green. The entire class which minutes before were laughing and jeering had quieted to little more than a faint buzz. The two hadn’t said anything after they introduced themselves, both too startled to say anything else. They were left there in peace until a brunette slid between the two blocking Marinette's view of Damian.

“You must be the exchange student, I’m Lila. Don’t worry, I'll introduce you to the rest of the class and give you the tour later.” The liar herself took Damian by the elbow and dragged him off before he could say anything, still caught off guard by Marinette’s blue eyes.

There goes my chance at a friend. Marinette thought to herself fully knowing how much Lila could worm her way into anyones head. The bluenette with the sketchbook in hand went back up to her desk. She sank into her chair glad to be ignored by her former friends. Looking down she saw that most of the pages were pretty ripped up but still salvageable and right on top was the picture she had begun drawing of Damian’s eye. Grabbing her pen she started drawing the second one resolving to make it a matching pair. She was beginning to shade the second eye when a small tap on her shoulder made her jump three feet out of her chair.

“Is there someone sitting next to you?” The familiarly cold voice said.

“What? Right! No one is sitting next to me, except if you want to then I guess there is someone sitting next to me and…” Marinette tapered off as she saw Lila glaring at her. Even though she was Ladybug Marinette still wanted to avoid Lila’s ire, it was a pain to deal with at school.

Damian let out a quiet chuckle, “I guess there’s gonna be someone sitting next to you then.” He quietly sat himself down in the chair next to Marinette and started getting his books out. “Nice drawing by the way.” Marinette blushed slightly.

“Ok class time to start.” Madame Bustier said walking into the room, the conversation ceased from there, yet both parties knew they had just found a new ally.

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“What’s up Buginette.” Chat Noir said hopping down next to Ladybug. His bell made a soft little chime.

“Ya know, just the fifth night up in a row, I have three sewing projects to do.” She paused a beat, “Hey do you know anything about that new kid in class?” It had been a few weeks after Marinette gained guardianship when they decided to reveal their identities. With Adrien dating Kagami and Marinette thoroughly over her crush they both laughed at the situation and came out as good friends, and even though Damian had been in class for a week she still knew barely anything about him.

“Same as you, exchange student from Gotham. Cold, calm, and about to murder Lila.” Chat replied. He must’ve seen Damian’s face when Lila claimed she knew the Waynes. “Why? Do you like him?” Ladybug looked over to see Chat Noir’s face was filled with mocking innocence. Ladybug blushed under her mask.

“I will push you off the Eiffel Tower, or worse yet, sick Auroroe on your and Kagami’s relationship. I can see the headline now ‘Superhero Chat Noir dating girlfriend of Adrien Agreste! What will the model do when he finds out?’” Chat gave her a half-hearted punch in the arm for that, and they both had a laugh.

A few minutes later Ladybug noticed a quick blur ducking between alleyways. She gave Chat a nudge, “Did you see that?”

“See what?” He responded groggily.

“I thought I saw something ducking between the allies. It’s nothing”

“Ladybug, I know you, if you thought you saw something you saw something. I’d say go check it out. If it’s nothing, no big deal.”

“Alright, I’ll be back so don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.” she smirked back at him, without looking she threw her yoyo in the direction of the blur and swung herself out.

“That happened one time!” He yelled after her.

Ladybug swung through the alleys looking for the blur when she spotted a small light out of the corner of her eye. There it is. She stopped her approach when she heard a low voice murmur

“Yes Kent I will get you those pastries you can pick them up tomorrow?” It was Damian, Ladybug would have known the voice anywhere. She opened up her yoyo to call Chat “Hey meet me at the eiffel tower in five minutes.” Now all she had to figure out how she would get Damian up to the tower.

It didn’t take the superheroine to think up an idea. Sorry. She thought to herself before throwing her yoyo his way.

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Damian had just disconnected the call when he felt a cool wire wrap around his body. I do not need this right now he thought to himself as he was whipped up from the ground and into the arms of a familiar red and black clad superheroine.

“Ya know you could have just asked.” He said annoyed.

“But where’s the fun in that, and anyway I’ve got some questions for you.” her voice was lighter than it had been the other day, probably because there was no villain to fight.

She carried him up to a part of the Eiffel tower not easily seen by the public, where she proceeded to tie him dangling upside down by her yoyo.

“Whyyy.” he grumbled to himself, if he wanted this kind of treatment he would have stayed in Gotham with Todd.

“Ok first question, big one here. Do you know who I am?” She said sitting down.

“I don’t know your hero name, although I think your partner said Ladybug the other day, right after his terrible pun.”

“Rude.” A black clad boy said coming out of the shadows. A tail swished behind him.

“Well it’s true, you’re almost as bad as Grayson.” Damian was getting tired of this, he tried to feel into his pockets for his knife, before remembering he had left it back at his apartment.

“Everyone knows I’m Ladybug, I’m asking if you know who I am outside of the mask.” Damian turned towards the girl when she spoke.

“Well yeah. It’s rather hard to hide the blue hair.” And I’d never forget those blue eyes. The thought surprised even him.

She said something under her breath before looking at him, “This could be an issue, but if you already know then I guess there’s no use in trying to tell you off. I’m surprised, but I guess despite your looks you’re actually rather smart.”

The boy next to her let out a small laugh. “Are you going to introduce us Buginette, or am I going to have to guess.”

“Chat Noir, meet Damian. Damian meet Chat Noir.”

“So you’re the new exchange student. Ya know, put you in a fancy suit and add a little more scowl I’d think you were the Damian Wayne.” This warranted a rare laugh from Damian who after a few moments said,

“Because I am.” Chat Noir and Ladybug went pale. Damian took advantage of them being dumbstruck to feel into his pocket, There it is! He felt his phone, with a few taps he was able to hopefully get Jon’s contact up after all it was the last one he texted. He typed:

Eiffel Tower. Get here now.

“Oh. Shit.” the soft expletive dragged him from the texting. Marinette. No Ladybug in this costume, looked at him. “Lila’s new lie. Oh, my Kwamii. She’s gonna get it.”

“What’s the lie?” Chat Noir and Damian said at the same time.

“She said she’s dating, well, you.” She looked at Damian, after a beat the costume clad heroes burst into laughing, Damian looked horrified. He knew about her lying about knowing his family but this was new.

The giggling of the two heroes was interrupted when a blue blur came out of nowhere a few minutes later, and a moment after that the blur solidified into the form of a boy who had a too familiar blue suit. Damian who had just been swinging upside down was now being carried bridal style by the boy.

“We never speak of this to anyone.” He said in a low voice to Jon. “If my brothers find out I will personally end you.”

“Yeah, yeah. You say that every time I have to come save you.” The boys southern twang was more prominent than usual, probably because Damian had been spending so much time around the French. A soft “Ahem” broke the two out of their talking..

“Hello, who are you, what are you doing here…”

“And would you mind putting down the angry child.” Chat interrupted Ladybug.

“I am your age cat boy.” Damian responded, his voice may have been cool but there was a slight blush to his cheeks.

“Oh yeah. Sorry, I just got a text from Damian here saying ‘Rival them get here now.’ I had to ask Con to help, but we figured Damian meant the Eiffel Tower.” Jon put Damian down and handed the yoyo back to Ladybug. “Anyway I figured if Damian was asking for help then he actually needed it. Also my names J-”

“Superboy.” Damian interrupted before Jon could give away his secret identity. Again. Ladybug was looking at Damian, probably wondering why he had Superboys phone number, she’d hopefully come to the same conclusion everyone else did. That the youngest Wayne got into enough trouble he needed a fast way to contact the supers.

“Good to meet you superboy, I’m Ladybug and this is Chat Noir.” She took her gaze off Damian to focus it on Superboy. “Will you be in Paris long?”

“I’ll probably stay the night, make sure no one else tries to hurt Damian. Plus there's a bakery I really want to go to when it opens, the Dupain-Cheng Bakery. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.” Ladybug paled a little bit and looked at Damian.

“He doesn’t know, he’s just focused on his stomach.” Ladybug breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hey that's rude.” Jon said to Damian.

“It’s me, you expect anything different.”

“Ladybug gave a snort, “Well as funny as this is I need to talk to Damian alone, Chat can you handle patrol for a little bit? Maybe take Superboy show him around Paris for a bit.”

“Yeah I’ve got it.” with a mock bow he motioned for Superboy to follow him. Jon recognizing a fellow weeb on sight asked him about anime, and the two went off singing some theme song from their favorite anime.

“I’m suddenly very glad I’m not on patrol.” Ladybug said quietly to Damian.

“Agreed.”

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It had been a long night for Marinette, first finding out Damian was a Wayne then meeting Superboy, she had to get him alone before she exploded.

“So what did you want to talk about?” Damian turned his green eyes towards her.

“I have several questions, but is there somewhere more private we could talk?” The Paris night grew colder as the stood still.

“Yeah, we can talk at my place.” Which is how Marinette Dupain-Cheng wound up drinking hot coco sitting on the couch at Damian Wayne's apartment.

“I can’t believe that your father lets you stay in the apartment on your own.”

“Well I’m seventeen, he knows I can take care of myself. Plus he either has one of my brothers videochat me, or pop in for a ‘quick visit’ which is their version of making sure I haven’t done some irreparable damage to anything.” He said, pouring himself a cup of tea.

“Fair enough, now do you want to tell me why you were slinking in the alleys?” She said.

“Well I needed some air. And I was maybe… looking for you.” He begrudgingly said the last part.

Marinette blushed a little bit, “And why were you looking for me?”

“Well learning that Paris has heroes, plus getting saved by one makes me a little curious. Plus after class the other day I wanted to talk.” He took a sip of his tea.

“Alright. Also since you apparently know superboy,” Marinette was still surprised about that fact, “there’s something I wanted to ask you about.”

“Ok, shoot.”

“I noticed that ever since you came here a week ago Robin, usually right next to Batman, hasn’t been seen. Red Robin has been popping up, but no Robin. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?” Although she tried to make her voice as non confrontational as possible, she still saw Damian pale. He tried to mask it by drinking his tea but Marinette still saw how he hesitated before he said,

“I don’t know Robin, I know Superboy because he is freakishly friendly and helps out around Gotham a lot.” Marinette noticed how he stared at his drink the entire time he was explaining it to her. She was debating about pushing the point further before he interrupted saying, “It wouldn’t matter if I knew him or not, the Bats all keep their identities close to their chests. No one knows who any of them are.” When he was done he looked up at Marinette, she noticed how his eyes were pleading with her to just go with it, so she did.

“Ok, so what did you want to talk about regarding Paris’ heroes.” He looked relieved, finally able to change the topic.

“Well, how did you get your powers? How long have you been active? Who are you facing? And why haven’t you called the Justice League for help?” He fired off the questions, not giving her a chance to respond.

“One at a time,” she laughed, “We get our powers from our kwamis, little gods who reside in the miraculous jewel, my kwami is named Tikki.” At mention of her name the Kwami came out and gave a little hello. “We’ve been active for about 3 years, we’re facing a villain named Hawkmoth who can use people's emotions and turn them into villains. And we did call the Justice League for help when we first started.. Green Lantern told us not to prank call him again.” When Marinette finished Damian looked angry. Mainly at the Green Lantern bit she mentioned.

“I’ll have to talk to Superboy about it.” His voice which had been warming up suddenly felt icy.

“Speaking of which I should get back to Chat, before he and superboy decide to test their powers on each other.” Setting her cup down on the coffee table she stood up. “Thanks for the hot chocolate, and the conversation Damian, I’ll make sure to send Superboy your way. See you in class.” She said her transformation words followed by a quick “bug-out” before leaping through the window.

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Damian sat in the suddenly empty room which smelled like freshly baked bread. Marinette was true to her promise and a few minutes later Supreboy came crashing through the window. After he changed he spent the next ten minutes telling Damian about how he and Chat went around the city just talking about anime, and the differences between English and French dubs. Both eventually agreeing subbed was the best. Damian wasn’t listening instead thinking about Marinette. Smarter than she seems he thought to himself, afterall she came very close to figuring out who he was. He made a mental note to his father that they need a Robin appearance soon.

“Damian. Damian! Are you even listening to me?” Jon’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Sorry Kent I was thinking about someone else.” Jon looked at Damian incredulously.

“I might need to get my ears cleaned. Did you just say you were thinking about someone else?! Was it that superhero Ladybug? Do you like her?” Damian’s fury was undercut by the blush that appeared on his face.

“I don’t like anyone Kent you know that, and anyway she’s a hero with a mask. I can’t like anyone who is still wearing a mask around me.” Damian set his cup down a little harder than he needed to.

“I’m sure the great detective can figure out who's behind that mask pretty easily.”

“Keep it up Kent and I’ll be sending you back to Metropolis tonight. The hard way.”

Jon held his hands up in defeat. “Fine. Fine, but you and I are going to that bakery tomorrow.”

Damian looked at Jon, “The Dupain-Cheng Bakery?” A plan was forming in his head.

“That’s the one.”

“Not a bad idea.” It was time to talk to Marinette outside of class, and outside of the mask.

#marinette dupen chang #marinette x batfam #damian x marinette #dcxml #damianette #platonic lady noir #platonic adrienette #chat noir #ladybug #adrien agreste

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years ago

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Okay well then!!!! I am very glad and excited to share my most recent idea I had while rereading Yeti Hunting again!! And the new Incubus one too!! They're almost exactly the same idea, just different flavors I suppose. Also Joe is trans in both the ideas but that's less to do with the ideas themself and more to do with just me projecting on him sgfjgsjfhsjdh

Okay so it's like a reverse au so Stern is some kind of cryptid, but as far as Barclay knows they're just two good human friends (but maybe they wanna be a little more than friends...). And then one day Joseph goes into heat and tells Barclay he's sick to try to keep him away, but Barclay being the sweetest man alive goes to his house with fresh soup to take care of him and Joe seems really panicked about Bar being there and tries to make him leave but he is CLEARLY unwell and Barclay is very stubborn when it comes to helping people he cares about and so he plants himself down on the couch and says he's not leaving until Joe tells him what's wrong and Stern tries to hold onto his human form but it's taking too much focus and energy and whoops Barclay finds out his friend not human and currently in distress and so horny it hurts and if he can help his friend and fuck him at the same time, well then that's just a win all around (bonus points if at the end Barclay is kinda sad because he thinks Joe just needed somone to fuck him, not nessacarry Barclay, but Joe frantically assures him that he is SUPER into him and if it were anyone else he would have kicked them the hell out and probably skipped town bc he couldn't trust anyone else with a secret like this).

Or!! (This is where the incubus part comes in) Joe is an incubus and currently hiding out in his human disguise at the Amnesty lodge and it's going fine for a while, but then he starts talking to and getting to know the really hot chef. And they slowly start growing closer and closer. And maybe in this world, the power an Incubus gets from sex depends just as much on their desires as it does the human's. And this has never been an issue for Stern before, but now he's falling for Barclay and wants him and no one else so he's getting less and less energy from his encounters and Barclay is worried about him because he doesn't seem like himself anymore. Almost as if he's... dulled? When Barclay looks at him the blue of his eyes seem muted and his general aura seems... gray. And it all comes to ahead when Joe finally stops insisting he's fine and after dinner one night he asks if he can speak to Barclay privately, and he comes clean about everything and Barclay, while a little shocked, rolls with it very well and cups Joe's face in his hands and kisses him softly and it like,,, you should have come to me sooner, I'd do anything for you,,, and yeah it's really tender,,,,

Okay that's it I'm sorry it's so long and probably incoherent. I tried to use at least little formatting to make it better but it's a tumblr mobile ask, I'm not sure even the new paragraphs will translate over. The general idea is that they're close friends and Stern is Not Human and Barclay finds out under less than ideal circumstances :3 I know these are far from original or unique but I just wanted to share my ideas with you bc you're the inspiration for a good 70% of my private writings, but if you like them enough and ever feel like doing something with them that'd be cool ;3

Here you go! I went with scenario one. Content Note: some “mating” talk and mild subdrop at the end (which is, of course, taken care of)

The two canvas bags are ready to burst. Barclay peers into them, contemplating the addition of another box of tea, in case Joseph doesn’t like the other two. Mama was cagey when he asked, he doesn’t know what’s ailing the other man, only that he’s sick.

Joseph manages Amnesty Lodge, where Barclays’ been a cook for the last six months. Barclay was initially wary of him; his cosmopolitan bearing and clean-cut appearance is so out of place in the rustic mountain town of Kepler that the logical explanation is he’s one of those city types who fell on hard times and got stuck here.

It took less than forty-eight hours for him to prove Barclay wrong. Polite and polished, efficient and stunningly good in a crisis, Joseph handles the day to day chaos of the lodge while Mama, the owner, took care of the big picture stuff. His friendly greetings and consistent compliments about Barclays cooking gradually turned to afternoons spent at a table with his work so they could talk during lulls in business.

When Joseph leaned against the counter, sleeves rolled up, laughing as he helped Barclay tidy the kitchen, the cook rushed headlong into his crush and never looked back. He regularly dreams of blue eyes and a movie-star face, finds his day doesn’t really start until Joseph pokes his head in to say good morning.

He’s been without that greeting for two days now. Joseph never misses work, and his sudden absence worried Barclay enough that he checked with Mama to be sure the manager was okay.

“Joe’s fine big fella, just under the weather is all.”

The one time Barclay got sick, Joseph brought him tea and soup himself, checked in on him every hour, and--if Barclay’s fever addled brain is to be trusted--fluffed his pillows. It’s the least Barclay can do to drop off snacks and be sure his friend is okay.

It’s a short drive to cabin Joseph calls home; he used to live at the Lodge, but as it got more crowded, he moved to his own space so those who needed a cheap, safe place to stay could have one.

His knock on the door is answered by a brisk, “Who is it?”

“Barclay. I, uh, I brought you a get-well gift.”

Joseph opens the door to the cabin and to an entire new universe of fantasies. His normally slicked-back hair falls, relaxed, across his forehead, his loosely tied blue robe shows a tantalizing V of skin, and the dreamy-sleepy expression makes his face even more kissable.

“Hi.” Joseph takes a step forward, taking the bags and bringing his face achingly close to Barclays’. Then he freezes, reversing into the house, “I, um, it was very sweet of you to bring all this. But you need to go.” He takes another step back, then doubles over with a groan.

Barclay hurries across the threshold, setting the bags on the floor and steadying him over to the couch.

“Fuck, do you need me to get you like a heat pack, or a puke bucket?”

“No, no I just need to lay down, and for you to g-” he shudders, curling in on himself and tipping sideways.

“Joseph, you’re really sick, I’m not gonna just leave you here. I mean, fuck, what if it’s your appendix or something?” He sits down next to the shaking man, rubbing his back comfortingly.

“It’s not, I promise. Oh lord” he whines, looks at Barclay with frantic eyes, “I hope you can keep a secret.”

“Of course I can. Whatever I can do to help, I want to.”

“Careful with those promises, big guy.” The nickname comes out in a growl as Joseph stands, undoing his wristwatch.

“Oh FUCK!” Barclay scrambles back, almost falling over the arm of the couch.

There’s a monster where Joseph just was. Years ago Barclay saw a Maned Wolf in a zoo, and he’d swear that’s what he’s looking at now were it not for several glaring issues. First, it’s standing comfortably on two legs. It’s paws are more like hands, able to hold the watch and adjust the collar of its shirt. And he’s never seen a wolf, maned or otherwise, with spines down its back and a whip-like tail.

The creature runs a clawed hand through the fur at the top of it’s head, the way Joseph does when he’s nervous, “So. I can’t tell you everything, at least not right now. What I can tell you is that this is the form I was born into, somewhere far away from earth.”

“Okay.” Barclays brain grinds like a broken ice machine as a familiar voice speaks to him from a fanged mouth.

“I, um, I’m what humans call a Chupacabra. To answer the usual questions: no, I’ve never been to Puerto Rico. No, I don’t eat goats. And no, I’m not going to eat you.”

“Okay.” His heart is still racing, but not from fear, which is the most confusing was this could have gone.

Pointed ears flick, worried, “Are you in shock?”

“Kinda, yeah.” He nods as Joseph sits next to him with a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to find out this way. I took the next few days off to avoid this exact scenario. I figured I wouldn’t see you, but forgot how thoughtful and caring you are.” Claws gently stroke Barclays hair, “my wonderful Barclay.”

He’s about to bring his hand up, cup those strange fingers to his cheek and whisper “always”, when Joseph pulls away.

“I, I’m sorry. Again. I always get too handsy when I’m in heat. That’s the second worst side-effect, after the fact that being in my disguise is untenable when I’m in the thick of it. It’s like wearing a wet, wool sweater made of nausea.”

“....Hold on, you had to take time off work because you’re horny?”

“Almost. Heat doesn’t come that often for me, which means whenever it happens, it’s intense. I have a hard time eating or sleeping, I can’t focus, and I spend most of the week masturbating. Which is not as fun as it sounds; I’m not even at the height of the damn thing and last night I humped a pillow on the kitchen floor while dinner reheated.”

Barclay groans, tries to hide it when the ears swivel his way, “Uh, guess I’m glad I brought you lots of food so you remember to eat. Shoulda, uh, put some lube or something in there as well, huh?”

Joseph chuckles, “My nose tells me you put molasses cookies in there, so I’ll let it slide.”

“There anything else I can do to help?”

“Well…” he shakes his head, “never mind, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Do what?”

“My heat is more manageable when I have a partner. Fucking someone relieves things more effectively than masturbation does. But I can’t-”

“I can help with that.” The offer is out before his brain catches up with his mouth.

“Barclay, my kind have a very, um, involved mode of, um, well, I guess you foreplay. As, as much as I’d love for you to be my mate” he winces, “see, that’s what I mean. I say things like that, most of them not even possible given the fact you and I can’t reproduce.”

“Uh, does it help if I say hearing you call me that is really hot?”

Blue eyes widen, and a tail traces up Barclays leg, “Only if you mean it.”

“I do.”

A narrow, long tongue flicks into the air, “In that case, big guy, how about we have a little planning session over dinner?”

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Barclay parks in the driveway, next to Josephs’ sedan. He heads past the house and down a short slope to a creek, the twilight sky casting the forest in eerie grey-blue. There’s a tire swing leftover from a previous resident, and he idly pushes it back and forth as he waits for the game to start.

“It’s like hide and seek” Joseph wipes his mouth, cleans cookie crumbs from the table, “We start outside, move inside, and you go as long as you can without me catching you. After all, I want a mate who can hold his own.”

He stuffs his hands in his jacket pocket to warm them. A yip bounces out from the trees behind him. When he turns, he quickly spots glinting eyes and bared fangs hidden in the undergrowth.

Sprinting towards the cabin, he realizes Joseph laid a trap for him from the start; by asking him to begin at the creek, he’s forcing him to run uphill to safety, slowing him down. He lets his lizard-brain, concerned only with the fact that something dangerous is chasing him, take over and drive his legs as fast as they’ll go. The back door is locked, he double-checked that on the way down, so he doesn’t waste his time trying it, races to the front of the cabin and slams the door shut just as something huge rounds the corner after him.

The nob jiggles, his pursuer testing the lock and discovering the thrown deadbolt. Barclay uses those few seconds to secure the windows on the first floor, throws his jacket down into the cellar as a failsafe, and bolts up to the bedroom. His hammering heart insists that locking that door is not enough, so he crawls into the closet and shuts himself up among the meticulously organized shirts and slacks. It’s not enough space for him to stand, so he tucks his knees to his chest and waits.

“What happens if I, like, completely outsmart you.”

A toothy smile, “I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.”

Each of the downstairs windows rattle in turn. Then the scratching starts, claws on wood coming closer with each breath. Joseph is climbing the wall up to the bedroom window that Barclay knows for a motherfucking fact he did not secure.

A shuff as the window slides open, the cryptid landing with remarkable stealth on the bedroom floor. Barclay tracks him by the light coming under the closet door, his mouth covered so his breathing won’t give him away. The shadow pauses, sniffs, and then the bedroom door opens and shuts. Barclay’s not moving until he hears the front door do the same.

Just as his legs start to protest being smushed up against his chest, the door reopens. Snuffling signals Joseph closing in, and an instant later the only light coming in is from the far ends of the door. Slowly, his last line of defense rolls to the right, revealing the creature crouching on the other side.

“Not a bad effort, big guy. You actually confused me for a minute with the scent trail of your coat downstairs.” Joseph reaches for him and Barclay, remembering that he’s not supposed to give up until he’s pinned, leans away.

“That’s how my mate wants to play?”

“J-just following your instructions, babe.”

An intrigued purr, “I guess you are. All the more reason you’re the perfect partner for me.”

The words Barclays dreamed of hearing for months distract from the claws closing around his ankles. He lets out an undignified yelp when Joseph pulls his legs straight out and drags him out of the closet. Once he’s free of the forest of clothing, the cryptid picks him up and drops him on the bed. He moans and Joseph snickers, joining him on the bedspread.

“Fuck, Joseph, no one’s ever been able to do that before and it’s so, so fucking hot.” He arches his back and shifts his limbs to help Joseph undress him.

“It’s because you’re the perfect size; big and strong, large enough to give me a decent cuddle when I’m human, but still small enough to be an easily subdued mate.” He gets the humans’ jeans and boxers off, hesitates, and then tosses them on the floor with a pained expression, “I’ll fold those later.”

“Gonna hold you to that. Also, wanna point out that it wasn’t that easy to subdue me.”

Joseph nuzzles his cheek, claws caressing his thighs, “Barclay, I was jogging while you were sprinting.”

“You coulda caught me right awaAAy ohwhatthefuck.” Tingling heat glides down his throat as Joseph licks a stripe along the skin, “fuck, it, it feels like the time I tried hot wax.”

The cryptid sits up slightly to look at him, “Is that a...good thing?”

“Fuck yeah. I really fucking liked it but it was fucking murder with the chest hair.”

Joseph runs his claws through the hair in question, “I like it.”

“I know, I saw you eyeing me that one time I used the springs at the lodge.”

“You can’t prove anything.” Joseph leans back down, curling his tongue around Barclays left nipple. The sensation makes him buck his hips, which Joseph correctly takes as a signal for more. He moves to the other side, takes his time teasing it and licking down the sensitive center of Barclays chest. Noses his stomach, nips his sides, and slides the alien heat of his tongue into the crease of his thighs.

“Y’know I, ohfuck, I assumed from all that talk yesterday you’d get right to fucking me.”

Joseph kisses the inside of one thigh, “I, um, I thought about it, almost ripped your jeans to shreds and took you on the floor. But I wanted to be sure you were turned on. You’re not just a warm body, Barclay. You’re my mate. That means your pleasure matters as much as mine.” He licks up Barclays’ cock, hardened from rubbing against the soft fur of his belly, and sighs, “and what a mate.”

“Fuck” he squeezes his eyes closed because if we watches that mouth saying everything he wants to hear in between sucking his dick, he’ll cum in ten seconds flat.

A final lick to the tip and then Joseph hops off the bed, “Did you prep the way I told you?”

“Uhhuh.”

“Good.” Joseph returns, sets several items he can’t see by his feet, “that’ll make things easier. First things first” he produces a cock cage, sliding it into place, “these are a few things I smuggled over from my original home. This is enchanted, so it can go on an erect cock but still prevent the wearer from cumming until it’s removed.”

“That’s just cruel, babe.” He sits up on his elbows to kiss Josephs snout, earning him a pleased yip.

“If you cum too fast, I won’t be able to properly breed you.” He winces again, “sorry, I sound like one of Indrids romance novels.”

“Again, gorgeous, I find it really fucking hot.”

The spines on Joseph’s back ripple, “You think I’m gorgeous? Like this?”

“I do. Also kinda scary, but in a hot way.” Now it’s his turn to cringe, “see? I sound like cheap porn written by an eighth grader when I’m horny. The way you sound is fine.”

Joseph lovebites his ear, then retrieves the other two items from the end of the bed.

“And how does this look, big guy?”

“Like it’s either going to kill me or make me cum like a dozen times.” He furrows his brow at the strap-on. It’s narrower than the average human dick, with a pointed, slightly up-curved tip. What’s worrying him are the spikes.

The entire shaft is coated in short protrusions. They don’t end in points, thank god, but if they’re at all stiff this is going to be miserable.

“Here” Joseph waves him over, “touch it.” He guides his fingers along one side and the spines bend fluidly under his touch, and now all he wants to know is how they feel inside him. Joseph also moans, bucking his hips so the toy slides along Barclays palm.

“It’s, ohlord, also enchanted so that the wearer feels it as an extension of their body and can cum with it. Also, please decide in the next thirty seconds whether you want to be on your back or your stomach.” Amber pre-cum drips down Barclay’s fingers.

“Stomach is better for meWHOAH, ohfuck, okay we’re doing this.” Now flipped on his belly, he raises his ass. The cryptid kneads it appreciatively before holding it open and sliding his cock in with once, graceful thrust.

He bottoms out with a groan, which is more articulate than Barclay is managing to be as the spines rub and glide inside him, finding every patch of nerves, every angle to drag against in just the right way. Joseph hauls him onto his knees and then he’s off, growls and yips filling the as he fucks him. Barclay only just registers the bed banging into the wall so forcefully the headboard is cracking when claws sink into his hips and Joseph pulls him all the way onto his cock and pulses into him.

“Holy fuck that was fast.”

“I, I didn’t jack off once today. Didn’t want to waste it, wanted to save it all for my perfect mate.” He’s thrusting again, not as hard but twice as fast, “shit, you feel so good, big guy, please tell me Mama okayed your time off for tomorrow.”

“Wh-why are we talkingAHnnn, about this now?”

Hot breath tickles his ear, “Because now that I know what’s like to cum in you, I don’t plan on cumming anywhere else for the next day and a half.”

“Ohfuckme” Barclay groans happily into the pillows as Joseph empties into him, cries out when his tail whips across his calf.

“Shit, did that hurt?”

“No, no it felt good, fucking-A babe every fucking part of you is amazing.”

The cryptid whines, pleased, and wiggles his hips, giving Barclay an idea.

“That’s, uh, that’s why I want you for my mate, because you’re so fucking goo-mmph” his face presses harder into the pillows as Joseph pins his shoulders down and fucks into him, snarling “yes” over and over again. When he finishes this time he hunches over, nipping Barclay’ shoulders and neck.

“You catch on quick, big guy.”

“Thanks, babe. Uh, are we gonna switch it up at any point or am I staying like this until tomorrow night?”

“No, we can fuck however we want. After” a fuzzy hand rubs circles on Barclay’s abdomen, “I’ve cum in you enough times that I can feel it from out here.”

Barclay moans, tightening around him as his hips snap once more, already imagining being full and fucked out. Maybe it’ll take all night. He’ll be limp if it does, but right now nothing sounds better than melting into the bed while Joseph fucks his ass like it belongs to him.

After forty-five minutes, his cock is aching, his mind holds only thoughts of how good it feels to do as Joseph tells him, and he’s been cum in so many times that wet, obscene sounds accompany the cryptids thrusts. Said sounds pale in comparison to Josephs’ voice, which is spinning increasingly impossible scenarios the longer they’re in bed.

“I hope they take after you.” Joseph murmurs.

Barclay just manages to turn his head, “Who?”

A muzzle playfully nudges his cheek, “Our kids.”

His heart seizes and shakes at the words; they both know that’s not what will happen. Joseph warned him he might say things like this, said he could tell him to knock it off if need be.

“Maybe they’ll, ahnn, they’ll have big, beautiful brown eyes and bigger hearts, just like you.”

He doesn’t want him to stop. Every thrust hits deeper, every point where their skin meets buzzes brighter when he talks like this.

“H-hope at least one looks like you, blue eyes.”

A guttural whine, tingling heat as Joseph laps tenderly at the back of his neck, “We’ll just have to see, usually we’re born in threes so, soOH, oh I’m close, shitshit”

“That’s it babe, fill me up, c’mon, c’mon I want it so bad, Joseph, baby, please.”

There’s a howltrill as cum spurts into him, Joseph panting as he smooths his hand around Barclays side.

“There, that’s done it.”

Barclay whimpers as he pulls out, his mind and body pulled tight, certain that if he doesn’t cum soon he’ll propose marriage instead and that’ll be a fucking disaster.

Joseph carefully rolls him over and unlocks the cage, “Do you want to cum?”

“More than anything. Oh!” he’s unprepared for Joseph to sink down on his cock, “oh fuck, yeah, wanna cum so bad babe please, I’ll be so good, be such a good mate if you just let me cum in y-fuuuck” A trio of sensations levels him as he climaxes; his vision whites out, his hips jerk more violently than they ever have before, and a line of cum drips down his leg.

Somewhere far away, Joseph says, “I think we’ve earned a break.”

He nods, body limp as the cryptid climbs off him. Then he’s falling, spinning helplessly down in a pit of realizations.

Joseph didn’t mean any of those things he said. His friend needed a mate and Barclay, lovesick fool he is, was eager for a chance to play pretend that he didn’t think about what would happen when the game ended. Even if Joseph keeps him here through tomorrow, the next time they meet at the Lodge he’ll act like nothing happened.

Fuck, Barclay didn’t even get to kiss him during all this, and now he’ll never get the chance, never, nevernever-

“Shit, I should have put a towel or a spare blanket down. Now I’ll have to strip the bed before I can--Barclay? Oh, oh baby, what’s wrong?” A hand pets his face and he turns away from it, refusing to open his eyes. Joseph takes his hand instead, “it’s okay, I’m here, whatever you need I’ll-”

“Don’t. Don’t say that. You can’t give me what I need, it isn’t your fault I, I know I’m not really your partner and I, I…” he sniffles, wipes his palm under his eye.

“Barclay, look at me please.”

Reluctantly, he opens his eyes just in time to see Joseph dip down and kiss him. It’s awkward, their mouths not made to fit together, but he savors it all the same because it’s Joseph, his Joseph, kissing him like he hoped he would.

“My heat can make me say some ridiculous things. What it can’t do is make me feel affection where none exists. In fact, the reason I wasn’t able to keep my disguise on yesterday is because being near you meant being near the mate I wanted most in the world. I, um, suspected you might share my feelings, but I didn’t want our first interaction as boyfriend to be me asking if you wanted to spend a day or so with me while I was in a sex haze. But then you offered to help, and I wanted it so badly that I barreled ahead without making sure you understood that this was me declaring my feelings. I’m sorry.”

Barclay climbs into his lap, not caring about the mess he makes in the process. The cryptid laughs, hugs him close.

“I, I shoulda said something sooner too. Not that I regret how we spent our first date.” He kisses Josephs chin.

“Me neither, though I don’t think it quite counts.” He rubs their foreheads together, “can your boyfriend take you out to dinner on Friday?”

Barclay grins, looks into loving, blue eyes, “Yeah, he can.”

#agent stern/barclay #sternclay #reverse!AU #reverse AU #monster march

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celestialflamesme · 4 years ago

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| ROMEO, ROMEO, WHY ARE YOU ROMEO? | A Rowen One-shot | Fairy Tail |

Ships: Wendy Marvel x Romeo Conbolt

Tag list: @primaverafrog @luna-chan00 @biorckstudios18 @animaration-fts @cxndy-stxrs Excuse my horrible writing, I'm super drowsy coz of meds😅

Fairy Hills was the prettiest apartment ever (but maybe she was biased because she lived there) Wendy was currently out on her balcony, legs propped on the arms of her chaise and admiring the lovely hedge walls she'd help trim (Erza-nee got a little too excited with the hedge-scissors)

"I still can't believe you did that," Chelia guffawed.

Wendy replayed last week's events in her mind, wincing yet again.

...........

Working at Fairy Tail was like a dream come true. Wendy had come upon it by chance when her old Academy shut down without any warning. She blamed herself for what'd happened and was this close to giving up on theatre and dancing when Erza-nee decided to intervene.

"Work on that spin ONE MORE TIME! MORE PASSION!" Erza yelled, wielding the script as if it were a sword. (She might be scary at times, but Onee-san meant well.)

Chelia harrumphed through the call. "This is taking foreverrrrr."

"Chelia, you've been playing Among us for 2 hours." Wendy sighed, "You're one to talk about taking long."

"But I WANT TO TAKE YOU TO THIS CUTE CAFÈ!! WITH CATS!!"

"Half an hour moreee." The bluenette groaned. "Plus I still can't get this spin right!"

"Ah, that's why you've been working so hard," Wendy did not like how smug her friend sounded. "Isn't this the part where you meet the Soldier?"

Of course! Chelia, as her 'Official best-friend and Matchmaker!' would never rest until she found "love".

Unfortunately for her, Wendy, as a rule, was usually unbothered by romance of any sort.

It wasn't like she hated the idea; she found it quite adoreable that her friends growing up found 'their lobsters'. Some had their heart broken but they still tried with all they had, a fact that made it really hard to hate romance. (She was saying 'romance' way too much, wasn't she?)

The point was, she just didn't think she? was? a? well-suited? romantic? partner? In pre-school, the idea of a prince riding on a white horse and carrying her away made her:

A: Nauseous, because well, motion-sickness.

B: Wary, because "Porly-san said that if a stranger was to ever talk to her, she had to use the pepper spray in the left corner pocket of her backpack and if that didn't work, Erza-nee's pocket-knife would do just fine!" (Her teacher almost fainted that day.)

Well that and she'd never had a relationship to begin with, ever.

Crushes, sure. She'd had a few over the years. But considering her lack of courage? Or maybe it was the combined elder brother influence of Natsu-nii, Gajeel-nii and Erza-nee that scared away most boys. (Her last crush was scarred for his life....)

And it wasn't like she had time for it too, considering her full-time job at Fairy Tail.

She was daydreaming again. Moving on....

She deadpanned, "Yes. That's the only reason I need to get this right. Not because the entirety of Magnolia will watch it."

"Glad to know!" Chelia clapped her hands gleefully. "Now, as Ooba san says, 'SPIN MY LOVELIES!!" And she cut the call.

The bluenette was a little worried about her new partner. Practice for the new play had begun 3 weeks ago and there was no sight of him (or her, Erza refused to divulge any details...) Apparently they were from another Academy and were joining practice tomorrow. And despite herself, Wendy really really wanted to prove herself to them.

Being the youngest didn't mean she was any less talented than the others, and she'd be damned if she gave anyone any reason to prove otherwise.

"NOW FROM THE TOP!!"

Wendy spun back and forth on her feet and as the beat began playing, she twirled and reached her hand out in a grabbing motion-

Anndddd she just punched a guy in his face.

"SHIT!!"

"FUCK, I'M SORRY!!"

.............

Her new partner, Romeo (Romeo from theatre, lol) insisted he was fine and that it was his fault for interrupting her routine. He also complimented her punch (Who does that?!!)

Or maybe he really wanted her to stop crying. (He had a nose-bleed!! She caused it!!! Was that not reason enough to cry?!)

She sniffled. "BUT SERIOUSLY, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! CAN I GET YOU ANOTHER BAG OF ICE?! I'M SO SO SORR-"

Romeo broke into a fit of laughter, making her blush (His laughter sounded like chiming bells. Was she even supposed to get attracted to partner's voices that way?)

Once his laughter subsided, a boyish smirk stretched lazily across his face at her pout.(Dear Mavis, he looked so pretty....)

"Romeo, at your service, ma'am!" He kissed the back of her hand. (Did she accidentally punch herself too? Was this all a hallucination?)

She spluttered, "U-uh Hi Wendy! SHIT," she dragged a hand across her face, making him chortle again, "I'm Wendy!"

................

The bluenette grumbled, "It's been 2 days, get over it."

"Nahhhh. I think I'll just let you drown in embarrassment for a few weeks," Her best friend swung her legs from where she was seated on the window ledge. "Ohhhh Ohhhh cute boy alert!"

"Uh-huh, sure," Wendy was too busy petting her kitten to pay her friend any attention.

"Anywho, how's the practice coming along? Is it awkward now between you two?" Chelia teased. Wendy gave a deadpan look and stroking Carla's fur, she mumbled, "We went out for lunch yesterday."

"WENDY MARVELL!!"

"CHELIA BLENDY!!! MY EARS!!!"

"Sorry," Chelia blushed. "Why the heck didn't you tell me this GODDANGIT?!!"

"Well uh." It was now Wendy's turn to blush. "I-"

"Cute guy keeps cycling past us. I think he's looking at you." Chelia commented with a raised eyebrow.

"Wait what?" Wendy tilted her head toward the wall separating Fairy Hills and the garden. Which is when her eyes met his own.

And Romeo, fair Romeo, crashed into the hedges.

..........

Both girls flinched. Wendy jumped off her seat and rushed downstairs, ignoring Chelia's surprised yelling.

"What are you doing here?!" She squeaked.

"We have got to stop meeting like this," Romeo groaned from where he was sprawled on the ground, "It's really not good for my lifespan and my ego."

Despite herself, she let out a giggle. "Get up, you...." Helping him up and dusting the weeds off his shoulders, she sighed. "You live nearby?"

"Well...."

"Do I even wanna know what you were doing cycling around here?" She rested her hand on her hip and raised a brow at his now perplexed expression. "Go on, I have all day."

"I was visiting a friend and uh, saw you at your balcony and wanted to say hi?" He scratched his neck, now colored pink. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

She huffed, "What am I going to do with you?" He looked at her with his little puppy dog-eyes (Drat. Foiled again!) and she gave in and smiled. "Let's get you cleaned up."

........

Seven minutes later, Romeo was sitting on her bed petting Carla, who'd taken a liking to him and ganging up on Wendy with Chelia.

"And the next second, she marches up to him and goes 'Excuse me, sir. But my friend wants a picture of your face. S-wait, WITH your face. FUCK, I MEAN WITH YOU!!' " Both were smacking the bed and laughing like there was no tomorrow.

Wendy groaned, her face buried in her hands, "Getting you two together was a bad idea."

"Aww, look at the widdle bluebug." Romeo teased.

"Cute, ain't she?" Chelia cheered. "So, when's the wedding?"

Pause.

"C-CHELIA!!"

"U-UM W-WEDDING?"

Chelia had a smug look on her face that Wendy did not like. "Well duh. You're his Juliet and he's your Peter Pan. Perfect, ain't it?!" She clapped her hands in delight.

Wendy felt like she was in a sauna with the way her face was heating up. One look at Romeo and she knew he felt the same.

"WHO RUINED MY PRECIOUS STRAWBERRIES?!!" A voice bellowed.

Chelia rushed to the window and turned to look at both with a pale face. "Uh oh, Titania's angry."

Romeo was visibly confused and scared for his life. Wendy felt faint.

"Haha, gotta go now guys! Bye Wen!" Chelia escaped through the door before Wendy could register her words.

"WHAT KIND OF FRIEND ARE YOU?!"

"The kind that doesn't want to die!" Her voice echoed from where she was downstairs. Damn it.

She locked gazes with Romeo. "I'll go assess the damage. You stay right there."

Romeo nodded.

She tiptoes into the garden, only to find Erza wielding a katana and looking deadly as ever.

"E-Erza-nee?"

The red-head turned to look at her with a menacing aura. Wendy gulped.

"What-what happened?" She dared ask.

"My precious strawberries are ruined." (Sure enough, the bush was uprooted. Oh dear.) Erza pointed at Romeo's bike with her katana. "The culprit will return for their bike and when they do, I WILL END THEM!!"

Well, there went any chance of negotiations. O-okay Erza-nee. I'll be upstairs if you need me."

Romeo had an eager look on his face when she returned. "So? What's the status?"

"Romeo," she stated calmly, "I mean this in the nicest way possible. You're dead."

He blanked. "Shit."

..........

"Operation: Run Romeo Run begins now, what's your status Little Boy Blue?" Wendy whispered through her earpiece. (Warren had given her a set for emergency situations.)

"In position, Tinker bell," Romeo's voice echoed through the other end. "You may begin!"

"ERZA-NEE, I MADE YOU SOME CAKE!!"

Sure enough, Erza rushed into the kitchen like her life depended on it, "Which kind?!!"

"Operation Stage 2 is a go, Boy Blue!" She whispered.

"This is DELICIOUS, Wendy!!" Erza nodded proudly. "I'll take it with me!'"

"NO!!!"

Erza narrowed her eyes suspiciously, "Why?"

"Be-because," Wendy stuttered, "I want to practice that spin once again!"

"Wendy," Erza grabbed her by her shoulders, "Dance hours are over. As a young girl, you must try socialising with your peers instead of practicing day and night. You'll tire yourself."

"I've reached the garden," Romeo said. "Is stage 3 a go?"

She hummed. Of course, both didn't anticipate-

"INTRUDER!! KILL MODE!!!" A siren rang in the distance and Wendy gulped.

She faintly registered a yelp from her earpiece.

Erza let out a war-cry and stalked outside.(Poor, poor Romeo) "THE INTRUDER IS HERE!! GET HIM!!"

Wendy shuddered, "RUN ROMEO RUN!!"

"I'M TRYING!!!" He squeaked, "SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE'S GOING TO KILL ME!!"

"COME HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE A TRUE WARRIOR, YOU FIEND!!!" Erza bellowed.

She leaned towards the window and watched as Erza chased Romeo (He was riding a bicycle and yet Erza was gaining in on him.)

"If I ever get out of this alive," Romeo groaned, "Would you go out with me?"

Wendy was grinning when she said, "Someone's gotta keep an eye on you, anyway."

...........

#fairy tail #romeo x wendy #wendy marvell #rowen #erza #romeo conbolt #dancer au #also based off of Romeo and Juliet a little bit #modern au?

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newtafterdark · 4 years ago

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hi i am blown away by the snark that you made, if it isn’t too much trouble could you share how it is you make them?

Thank you so much! :D I am glad you like how the little fella turned out!

Now, I could make a post with step-by-step pictures next time I make a snark, but for now I’ll to my best to describe my process in words.

1) You start off with a sheet of tinfoil, which you bundle up tightly into a ball.

That will be the filling of the bulbous body of your snark. You don’t want it to be made of solid clay, as that would make it very heavy.

2) Prepare 6 pieces of wire for the legs & antenna. You want each of them to be as long as the tinfoil ball’s width AFTER you fold them once. Twist each folded wire around itself so it looks like a screw.

This makes the wire more sturdy to carry the weight of the dry clay later on.

3) Get yourself a good chunk of clay! I personally use Super Sculpey, which is oven-bake clay.

About 8 balls of clay in total equal to the tin foil ball should be enough BUT don’t be afraid to use more! Snarks come in all shapes and sizes!

4) Roll out 2 balls of clay thinly out, like cookie dough. Put the tinfoil ball on top & tightly wrap it in the clay. Smooth it out as best you can with your fingers until it looks like a simple clay ball from the outside!

This is your snark’s body!

5) Take 4 of the pieces of wires you prepared earlier. Bend them as if they were the bones of a curled human finger. If you have four “segments” on each wire, you got it right!

Now you decide where you want these to go, as they will be the legs of your snark! Stick each wire into the ball one segment deep.

You can remove & stick the wires back into the ball several times without the threat of damage in this stage.

6) Roll out 2 balls of clay once more & coat the leg wires in them. The most important part is that the legs all end in a claw. Make sure the end of the leg wire is the end of the claw as well, so it doesn’t break off. Make sure to smooth out the areas where the clay of the body meets the clay of the legs.

(If you want, you can bake your snark for the first time now! But be aware that you can’t smooth out the clay with your fingers afterwards anymore!)

7) Now it’s time for the bottom of your snark! Use 1 ball of clay to give its legs a something of a chest muscle. Afterwards it should look like someone pushed four shrimp tails together, forming a cross. Once again, smooth it out, so everything is nicely connected!

(Set your snark down on a flat surface & make sure it stands evenly on all 4 legs! Adjust the legs as much as you need to.)

8) Moving on to the head! Take the two left-over wires & twist them until you have Y shape. Stick the Y shape into the body where you want the head to be, on the same level as the legs. Make sure that there is at least one width of a thumb of space between the body & where the antenna start.

9) Roll out 1 ball of clay. Divide it in four pieces. Roll one piece up into a ball & squeeze it around the wire between body & antenna. Make sure to make it as round as possible! That’s where the head & eye of the snark will be!

Check if the wires for the antenna are over the the eye before you coat them in the third piece of clay!

Add a thin ring of clay around the circular area that you want the eye to be! And again, smooth everything it out, so it doesn’t fall off later!

The fourth piece of clay is for the beak! Go wild! As long as you make sure to smooth the edges, you can have the beak as open as you want! Add it below the eye, giving the snark a front-facing snout.

10) Now, you have a lot of clay left over. This will be for the snarks top carapace! Here’s where you can decide how chunky you want your snark to be. Add as many layers of clay as you want on top, smooth it out or even give your snark battle scars and missing chunks.

The only thing that is important, is that the carapace is made of segments, which you can simply create by pressing the creases into the clay. I went with 2 dividing lines, but you can add more if you want!

11) BAKE THE SNARK! If it gets a bit toasted, no problem! The next step after letting it cool down is painting it, after all!

12) Here, I simply referenced a few game screenshots of snarks but also added a personal touch by changing up some colours! Heck, you can make your snark any colour, if you really want! ;>

After several coats of acrylic paint & letting that dry for several hours, I used a bit of transparent varnish to give the carapace of the snark a bit of a shine! And don’t forget to cover the eye in it as well, so it reflects the light!

Let that dry once more - and you have a finished snark! I hope that helped! :>

#half life 2 #half life alyx #snark #xen #Anonymous #crafts #long post #half life #art #newtafterdark

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katzkinder · 4 years ago

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Halloween is my favorite holiday so you have. No idea. How much I have thought about this. Coming at this from a “Costume Party” viewpoint, cuz... Well, why not, laughs

Under the cut cuz this got LOOOONG

First up is my OT3. These three dumbasses thought it would be cute to go as classic slashers. Mahiru is dress as Ghostface and has a prop knife he got from Lawless. You know, one of those ones that retract into the sheath when you “stab” someone.

Kuro, with the help of Mahiru and Sakuya for the makeup (Mahiru has experience helping out the theatre club at school, and Sakuya is experienced with makeup for... Reasons relating to his life as a human. 8′D) dresses up as Freddy Krueger.

“Where are-? ... Huh. Creative use of your claws.”

“Thanks.”

Sakuya... Is Leatherface. Misono’s eying him, trying to figure out what his costume is, and eventually gives up and asks point blank.

“The hell are you supposed to be?”

“Oh, I am. So glad. You asked.”

CHAINSAW REVVING

MISONO SCREAMING

SAKUYA CACKLING

Why is my son like this.

Speaking of Misono~

He’s just so damn excited about being able to attend a Halloween party, but he also has no idea what to make his costume. Eventually he settles on Mad Doctor, which is just some x-small size scrubs and a face mask with some watered down red acrylic all down the front.

Lily wanted to be his “assistant” but Misono was very adamant he not lol. He kind of regrets not letting him because--

“.... Lily. Why are you dressed like a butler?”

“It’s my costume~”

“Okay... Then why is there a bunny tail attached to the back of your pants?”

“I’m going as the white rabbit, obviously.”

“......”

“Pyon~”

“Ugh.”

Pride pair... Gosh, Hugh’s adorable little pumpkin costume in canon is way way way too cute. I can’t picture him in anything else. Tetsu is a very poorly wrapped mummy. He keeps having to readjust his “bandages.”

Greed pair, as cliche as it sounds, are an Angel and Demon pair. Licht refuses to be anything BUT an Angel for Halloween, and Lawless does so love needling him... At the least, they change up the appearance every year.

Mikuni always goes over the top on whatever he chooses, even if no one invites him. A super grotesque looking zombie with full body paint, fake blood, and viscera? Exactly the kind of thing the extra bastard would go with. Poor Jeje has to wear a pumpkin on his head. Mikuni can’t even looks at him without crying from laughter. Gunshots ensue.

Wrath pair are another matching set, and a super cute one to boot. Freya as Jack Skellington and Iduna as Sally was one possible set of costumes I considered, but I’m also very fond of Freya as Jessica Rabbit, Iduna as Roger Rabbit, Gil and Ray as two of those Weasel bros, and Shuuhei being dragged along as a longsuffering Eddie. Another one Mikuni almost ruins his makeup because of.

Final group I just have to include is the Three Idiots and Takuto, who go as the Three (not so) Little Pigs and Big Bad Wolf, respectively. Happy family?? Yes please.

#kat's katerwauling #servamp #servamp headcanons #god there are too many to tag #and not enough said about each to be worth tagging #thank you so much for the ask!#these were super fun to think about hehe~#i think my favorites are wrath fam and c3diots #i'm so sorry jeje #kat's meow

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maiuoart · 5 years ago

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Why do Azzie has a scar on one of his eye sockets? Who hurt him (｡•́︿•̀｡) I'm gonna fight them ＼＼\\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

Azure; R-Rest Assured, Just A Small Accident! I Appreciate You Worrying, But Really! I Am Fine And This Was--... Uh, Long Ago! Yes! Mwah-Hah--... Ahhh, Crystals... IAmFine. The Spring Is Pretty Icy This Year, Isn’t It?! Oh, The Flowers, The Animals, Everything Seems To Be Working Far Harder This Year--

Boneboy is very sensitive about his little scar; But he’s fine!! I’m sure his Brother ‘Fixed Up’ the spots of said ‘Accident’ area, so... :’)

Azure; I’m Sure You’re Beautiful Like Within Your Own Picture, Too! I Appreciate You Being So Accepting Of My Form! Not Everyone Does, And That’s All Fine!! I Know My-... Uh, Kind, Can Put A LOT Of You Humans To Become Uncomfortable... But!!! Gorgeous Souls Like You Help Make Life Easier; Thank You, Rofa!

Azure and Abyss apparently aren’t used to such ordeals as being accepted for who and how they are; Azure more so than his brother! So he thanks you for the compliment! I’m glad you like my boys so much, their so fun and sweet uvu ♥ And no worries about spamming, I got one more coming, but... That’s going to be super long ;) Also, just wait until i can fully draw his tail out; It’s So Cool, dude!!!

Thanks for giving this little dude some love!!! ♥

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toraleistripe · 5 years ago

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Mao Mao x Shy!Reader

Fandom(s): Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart

Crossover: no

Summary: Mao Mao saves (Y/N) from an attacking monster, but is confused when (Y/N) runs home without saying much. The sheriff is determined to befriend (Y/N)

Character(s): Mao Mao, Badgerclops, Adorabat, (Y/N)

Pairing(s): Mao Mao x (Y/N)

A/N: I’ve decided to try and repost some of my fanfics on here. I’m also still working on other requests. And I’m so sorry, but I can’t quite recall who requested this, so if you’re out there and read this, please let me know who you are so I can credit you!

Warnings: none

Pure Heart Valley was being attacked by a monster yet again. And poor (Y/N), who had just been trying to enjoy a nice walk through the village square, was caught right in the middle of it, unfortunately for them. They'd just barely managed to escape being stepped on by the beast, but now they were faced with the problem of getting somewhere safe.

“Hey, (Y/N)!”

“Badgerclops, thank goodness!” The (animal species) breathed a sigh of relief. “Boy am I glad to see you!”

“What, you're not happy to see me too or something?” A familiar voice jokingly asked, a black blur zipping past (Y/N) and striking the monster, knocking it backward. It was Sheriff Mao Mao. Just the sight of him made (Y/N)'s heart beat faster.

'Of course I am!' (Y/N) thought, but couldn't say. They were far too shy around Mao Mao, even in life-threatening situations, apparently. While (Y/N) got along with Badgerclops just fine and had become quite friendly with him and Adorabat, it was a completely different story when it came to the sheriff of Pure Heart Valley. The (animal species) was lucky to get themselves to even say hello to him. They got tongue-tied whenever he greeted them and wanted nothing more than to hide away if he tried to joke around with them.

And even now they couldn't help the nervousness that bubbled up inside. But that also could've been due to the fact that they'd just been swept up into the monster's claws. Wait, what-

“Don't worry, (Y/N), we'll get you out of there!” Mao Mao called, dodging an attack from the monster's long, whip-like tail. “Just hold on!”

'I don't exactly have many choices' (Y/N) thought, trembling in fear as the monster began to carry them off. 'But I can't just sit here and wait for Mao Mao to rescue me! I have to at least try to save myself!' They took a few deep breaths, trying to calm themselves down as best they could. The more they struggled, the tighter the monster's grip on them got. Then (Y/N) got an idea. It was most likely a pretty stupid idea, but it was the only thing they could think of. The (animal species) took a deep breath and bit into the monster's hand, sinking their teeth in as hard as they could.

The beast shrieked, an ear-splitting noise that caused (Y/N)'s ears to flatten against their head. And then they were falling, but not for long.

“Gotcha!” (Y/N) suddenly found themselves in Mao Mao's arms and in seconds, they were back on the ground. “You okay, (Y/N)?”

“Huh?! Oh, uh...y-yes”

“Good” Mao Mao turned to see Badgerclops shooting his laser cannon at the beast. “Be right back” He mumbled, hurrying off with a heroic battle cry.

Within minutes, after an impressive display of their many signature moves, Mao Mao and Badgerclops had defeated the beast, much to the joy and relief of the Sweetie Pies. (Y/N) was off a few yards away from the crowd that was forming around Mao Mao and Badgerclops, trying to control the trembling that had spread throughout their body.

“Hiya, (Y/N)!”

“Oh! Adorabat, y-you startled me!”

“Sorry! Just wanted to make sure you were okay. I saw that the monster grabbed you!”

“Yeah...I-I'm fine now”

“You sure?” A new voice asked, making (Y/N) jump and turn around fast, coming face to face with Mao Mao.

“...Yeah...Yes, I...I'm...I'm...okay now” (Y/N) managed to choke out. Truth be told, they were pretty shaken up, they'd never been caught smack dab in the middle of a monster battle before and they'd certainly never been captured by one before that day.

“Listen, (Y/N), if you're still nervous, you know, about what happened, I can-”

“No! N-no, I'm okay, Mao Mao” (Y/N) blurted out, their heart beating fast. Their anxiety was starting to kick in, really eating away at them. Home, that's where they needed to be right then. “I-I have to go now” And they rushed off before Mao Mao could say anything else.

…

“Why doesn't (Y/N) like me?! I don't get it, they never want to talk to me, not even after I saved their life!”

“Dude, calm down” Badgerclops mumbled, glancing up from his handheld game. It was a few minutes after (Y/N) ran off, an unusually quiet moment in the valley. “(Y/N) is just shy, that's all. They like you, believe me”

“They...they do?” Mao Mao crossed his arms. “Hmph, well they have a funny way of showing it”

“Mao, I'm serious, I've gotten to know (Y/N) pretty well, they're painfully shy, they hardly said a word to me when I first started talking to them”

“Yeah!” Adorabat piped up. “They're not as social as everyone else in Pure Heart Valley, but that's just because they're shy! They're really cool and funny once you get to know them”

“Hmm...you're sure they already like me?”

“Yep”

“Definitely!”

“Well then, I have a new mission! I won't rest until (Y/N) is my friend!”

…

(Y/N) took a deep breath, closing their front door behind them. “That's better” They mumbled, still feeling shaken up, but slightly more comfortable now that they were finally back home. “Maybe some tea will help calm me down,” They said, thinking out loud as they headed for the kitchen. A knock at the door suddenly startled them, making them jump.

“Hey, (Y/N)!”

'Mao Mao! What is he doing here?' (Y/N) thought, trying not to panic. “Um, j-just a second!” They called, desperately trying to think of some excuse as to why he had to leave.

Another knock made them swallow nervously. “Hey, (Y/N), everything okay in there? I really need to talk to you, it's important!”

“Uh, o-okay, coming!” (Y/N) sighed, taking a deep breath as they approached their front door. So much for relaxing with a cup of tea. They slowly, hesitantly opened the door a crack. “Um, y-yes, Mao Mao?”

“Hey, uh, can I come in?”

“S-Sure thing” The (animal species) slowly opened their door, allowing the sheriff to step inside.

“I don't think I've ever been inside your house before. Nice place you got here” Mao Mao commented.

“...T-Thanks. It, it's not much, but, um, i-it's home” (Y/N) said quietly, looking anywhere but at Mao Mao. “Would, um...would you like s-some tea?”

“Oh sure, that sounds nice, thanks”

“just, just make yourself at h-home” (Y/N) said, making a beeline for the kitchen, taking a deep breath as they began preparing not one, but two cups of tea. 'This is fine, it's fine' They thought, trying to just concentrate on making the tea. 'We'll have some tea, he'll tell me whatever it is he's here to tell me and that'll be it'

“You need any help in there, (Y/N)?” Mao Mao asked.

“Um, n-no! No t-thank you”

“'Kay”

“You can do this, (Y/N)” They whispered to themselves, taking a deep breath as they put their dirty spoon in the sink and carried two cups of hot tea into the living room where Mao Mao was standing, looking at a framed picture of (Y/N) and their parents on the wall.

“Are these your parents?”

“Um, yes”

“That's a really nice picture”

“Thank you” (Y/N) mumbled, slowly holding out one of the cups to him. “Um, h-here's your tea”

“Thanks, (Y/N)”

“You, you're welcome” The (animal species) walked over and sat on their couch, Mao Mao sitting beside them, but not too close. He was remembering what Badgerclops had told him just before he came to see (Y/N).

“They're really sensitive, dude. Just be careful about what you say to them, alright? Even being physically too close might make them uncomfortable”

“Mao Mao?”

“Huh?” (Y/N)'s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. The (animal species) was glancing up at him, seeming like they were hesitant to speak. “Are you, um, okay?”

“Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just remembering something Badgerclops told me earlier”

“Oh” (Y/N) cleared their throat. “So, um, y-you came here to t-talk to me about something?”

“Yes, yes I did” Mao Mao nodded. “Well, I wanted to make sure you're okay. I mean, you did get snatched up by the monster earlier”

“I-I'm fine now” (Y/N) said quietly, their grip tightening around their cup as they slowly took a sip of their tea.

“That's good! I mean, it's just...” Mao Mao thought carefully about what he was going to say next. “I was just...worried about you”

“You...r-really?” (Y/N) felt their face heating up.

“Well, yeah. Not only are you a citizen of the valley I've sworn to protect, but you...you're my friend, (Y/N). At least, I'd like to think we're friends”

“You, you want to be my friend?”

“Of course! I don't really know you as well as Badgerclops and Adorabat do, but I'd like to. You seem pretty cool”

“Cool, m-me?” (Y/N) felt their blush deepen. “Wow, no one's ever called me cool before”

“Well, you are!” Mao Mao laughed. “I mean, the way you just bit that monster today? That was super cool! I don't think anyone I've ever saved has actually had the guts to fight back. And if that's not cool, I don't know what is”

“oh my” (Y/N) couldn't help the giggle that burst out of them. “That, um, t-that really means a lot, coming from you”

“Because I'm awesome?”

“Well, um, y-yes, of course. But also because, uh...” (Y/N) felt their heart pounding hard in their chest. “I, um...I like you, Mao Mao”

“Wait a second, you do?! You really like me?!”

“Um, yes...very much”

“Alright!” Mao Mao cheered, pumping his fist in the air. He quickly cleared his throat when (Y/N) flinched, startled by his outburst. “Sorry, um, just got a little excited there”

“it, it's okay”

“So, um...look, I'd really like for us to hang out more if that's cool with you. I want to get to know you better, (Y/N)”

The (animal species) smiled shyly. “I-I'd like that, Mao Mao. I'd like that very much”

The sheriff grinned, about to say something else when suddenly a loud roar cut through the air, making (Y/N) jump. Mao Mao quickly grabbed their hand. “it's okay, (Y/N). Sounds like duty calls”

(Y/N) blushed, glancing down at their hands. “I, um...I guess you'd better go then”

“Yeah. But I'll be back tomorrow for more tea?”

“Yes...that sounds wonderful”

Badgerclops suddenly swung open the front door, Adorabat on his shoulder. “Hey guys, sorry to interrupt, but we've gotta-!”

“We know,” Mao Mao said, turning and smiling at (Y/N). “So, tomorrow?”

(Y/N) smiled shyly and nodded. “Tomorrow” The (animal name)'s heart beat faster as Mao Mao's smile widened, squeezing (Y/N)'s hand before he rushed off with the others, calling out a quick goodbye over his shoulder.

(Y/N) sighed, a giddy feeling bubbling up inside them.

They couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.

#Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart #Mao Mao x reader #Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart fanfiction #MMHOPH fanfiction #my writing

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fallsofnoir · 5 years ago

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Dear Hot Stuff (Adrienette)

Adrinette April 2020 - Day 7 Letters | AO3

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Marinette was going to kill Alya.

“Hey!” Alya exclaimed as she dodged another swing from her best friend. “He was going to find out one way or another!”

“He-“ she slapped her arm. “Was not-“ another swipe dodged. “Going to-“ another. “Find out.”

“Okay girl, I’m not your punching bag,” Alya exclaimed, grabbing hold of Marinette’s hands before she could land another hit.

“I can’t believe you did that, Alya,” Marinette cried out after she put her arms back by her sides.

“You wrote the letter, what else was I supposed to do?” Alya countered.

“Uh, not send it!”

Marinette hadn’t meant for the letter to get out, she prayed that she’d forgotten to sign it, again. But luck never was on her side when it came to love.

“Then don’t write his entire address on the envelope and add a stamp.”

“Ugh, you are not helping,” Marinette groaned as she collapsed onto her chaise. “What am I supposed to do once Adrien has read it? I called him hot in there, oh no, I called him hot! Alya, I can’t go to school tomorrow and show my face around him!”

“Chill girl, postage takes like 3 days so you can just stop going then,” Alya added over a mouth full of cookie. She wasn’t being helpful. Marinette watched as her friend helped herself to another cookie from the plate on her desk. “Besides Adrien already knows he’s hot, the entire female population of Paris thinks he’s hot. What difference does it make coming from you?”

“Adrien isn’t friends with the entire female population of Paris! I don’t want him to think I’m using him, or obsessed with him like Lila o-or Chloé. ”

Alya raised an eyebrow at her before reaching above her head and pulling out Adrien’s schedule.

“That’s called being a good friend!” Marinette said although she knew her friend was right.

“Okay Miss 'Good Friend' you’re also like the best person I know, Adrien would be crazy not to love you back.”

“You better hope you’re right,” she replied, suddenly sitting up and fixing a glare at her friend. “Or Nino will have to save your butt.”

Alya confidently grinned before popping another cookie into her mouth.

🐞

The postal service in Paris wasn’t amazing, but by day three of the letter going out and still no noise from Adrien Agreste on that front, Marinette was getting anxious. He hasn’t acted out of the ordinary at school, nor had he made any obvious attempts at letting her down easy. So the designer was pretty confident that the letter just hadn’t reached him yet. It didn’t stop her worrying.

In fact, she was so stressed out by the letter that she went to the only other person she could trust.

“You called, m’lady?” The cat in question asked after having touched down next to her on a rooftop. He caught her hand and raised it to his lips in his customary greeting. She smiled at him in reply. Sometimes it was nice just to have the simple things make sense still.

“Okay...” Chat Noir started, a frown appearing briefly on his face. “What’s up? You’ve never not shrugged me off before.”

Ladybug looked back down at where her hand was still in her partner’s grip and shook herself out of it. “Sorry, just got something on my mind.”

She moved over to the roof’s edge and took a seat. He joined her without any hesitation and thankfully waited for her to make the first step in the conversation.

“I may have confessed to the boy I like,” she finally admitted after about five minutes of watching the skyline. He leaned back and looked at her curiously. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, Ladybug, I’ve known your affections lie with another for a long while now. Did it not go well?” He asked gently. If Marinette hadn’t already fallen for Adrien then she was certain Chat Noir was too selfless for her not to fall for him eventually.

“Not that it didn’t go well per se...” she began. Her fingers began to tap on her knee. “I just don’t know what he thinks about it yet.”

“Did he ask you to wait??” Chat Noir was very direct so she wasn’t surprised at the shock in his voice.

“No, no, I sent a letter, well my friend sent my letter,” she explained. “It hasn’t reached him yet, and it was like super embarrassing.”

“Oh, surely it can’t be that bad,” he placed a hand on hers to calm the tapping down. “Did you tell him you want to jump his bones every time you look at him? Call him the very reason for your existence, or tell him you worship the ground he walks on?”

She let out a cry of frustration causing him to jump. “I might as well have.” He let out a laugh which she glared at.

“No come on, Bugaboo, what did you say that was as bad as that?” Chat asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, both to keep himself from laughing and to stop her from flinging herself off the roof from embarrassment.

She covered her face with her hands and hung her head. “I may have called him ....”

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I said ....”

“Try again, Bug.”

“Hot stuff! I called him hot stuff, okay?” She exclaimed, she took a big breath before continuing. “I wrote about how I’ve loved him since he gave me his umbrella, about how I still keep pictures of him all over my bedroom, how I wished I could have the real thing in my room, and many many other embarrassing things I’ve planned for our future.”

The arm around her shoulder just squeezed her tighter into the boy next to her. But from the shaking next to her she could tell he was holding back a laugh.

“Yeah okay, laugh all you want.”

“As long as you didn’t tell him the name of your kids I think your all good,” the blond grinned at her. She looked up at him through her fingers still covering her face. “You didn’t...?”

“Emma, Hugo and Louis,” she admitted. “Ugh, the world is ending. That's it, just throw me into the Seine and leave me to drown.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll give a great speech at your funeral.” He put his hand on his chest in mock sincerity. She pushed him in response and he laughed. “But seriously, Bug, I still think he’s stupid not to love you back.”

“Thanks, Chat if only he took it as well as you have,” she sighed. “Guess we better get on with patrol.”

He held onto her hand and stopped her from standing up. “Can we stay like this for a while? I think we could both do with a more relaxing evening.”

She looked at him fondly, “on one condition, tomorrow night we race to the Louvre.”

“Deal.”

🐞

The following morning, the nerves were still as prevalent as ever. Marinette tried to focus on eating her breakfast before school but to no avail. Her thought kept drifting to how many different ways Adrien was going to reject her today. He could storm up to her in class with the letter in his hand and push it back into her own hands. He could read it out loud to the class and embarrass her, and then everyone could laugh. He could give it to Chloé, no, that would be just evil, he’d never do that. But he could reject her in front of the whole class. He could ignore her all morning and then reject her at lunch in front of the whole school. He could post the letter on his Instagram and reject her in front of the whole world. Then she’d never be able to get married because everyone would know she was the crazy girl who planned out a whole future with Adrien Agreste.

“Marinette it’s time to go are you ready for school?” Her mother called up the stairs. Dragging herself from her chair, she grabbed her purse and a couple of cookies for Tikki.

Out of all her scenarios that had run through her head of what to expect from Adrien this morning, seeing him chatting to her parents in the bakery was not one of them. He caught sight of her and bid goodbye to them before making his way over to her. She attempted to make her way to her parents before he had the chance but saw her mum shooing her away. She sighed and turned to face Adrien.

“Adrien! What a surprise to see you here,” she said, her face instantly heating up when he reached her.

“Good morning, Mari,” he replied, greeting her with a customary kiss on the cheek. Even that caused her breath to hitch. He leaned back and scratched the back of his neck. “Did you want to walk to school together?”

“I-um, you- yes!” She blurted out.

“Great!” He grabbed her elbow and turned them both toward the school and began walking.

Marinette was silent as she wondered what Adrien could be planning as they walked to school. Of course, she didn’t think about the possibility of him wanting to reject her in private. Now she was going to have to deal with that.

“I got your letter,” he began. She froze up and stopped walking. He must have sensed it as he turned around to face her. She kept her head facing the ground. “Hey, Mari, look at me.”

“I never meant for you to read it!” Marinette spoke up, her hands began to tap against her legs again.

“I know.”

“You- what?” She looked up sharply.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to throw you in the Seine and leave you to drown because you wrote me a love letter,” he winked at her. She frowned, those words sounded familiar but she couldn’t quite place them.

“Why would you-“

“I mean at least you didn’t call me the very reason for your existence, or tell me you worship the ground I walk on. Or say you want to jump my bones every time you look at me.” He reached out to grab hold of both of her hands. “You better not brush me off this time.” And he brought them both to his lips to kiss.

She took a sharp intake of breath. Looking at him from this angle she could see the mischievous glint in his eye when he looked at her. The way his hands held onto hers she could almost feel the claws that were supposed to be on the ends on his fingers. Almost see the tail swishing behind him.

“M’lady.”

She nearly fainted. Adrien was standing in front of her. No, Chat Noir was standing in front of her kissing her hands and she wasn’t pulling back. She stared wide-eyed at him until he laughed and brought her forward in a crushing hug.

“I’m so glad it’s you,” he whispered into her ear. Slowly, she moved her arms to wrap around him too. Her face was probably bright red so she buried it into his chest. “I’m also glad you want to, how did you put it in the letter? Kiss me every time you see me?”

“You stupid cat,” she said, muffled by his shirt. He laughed again but this time she smiled into his chest. Gradually, she pulled herself out of his embrace, despite knowing her blushing would be very obvious. “We’ll be late.”

He didn’t let her get too far away before his hand was tilting her chin and he was bringing her lips to meet his. The world seemed to stop and all the worries from this morning were erased as she melted into his embrace. She could hear the birds chirping in the park next to them and the sound of her heart beating like crazy in her ears. Adrien pulled back to breathe and kissed her once, twice again before removing his hand from her face and trailing it down to meet her hand. She blinked a couple of times, bringing herself back to reality. Faintly, she could hear their school bell ringing.

“Come on, we need to get to school or we really will be late.” She squeezed his hand tight and pulled him along behind her.

She’d have to remember to thank Alya with a visit from Ladybug.

#adrinetteapril2020 #adrinette april #adrinette #adrienette #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ml fanfiction #my fic #falls fic #day 7 #letters #marinette gets super embarrassed #hot stuff

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lolli4587 · 5 years ago

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Hey everyone!! Man, when was the last time I wrote a review. I hope everyone is doing okay and staying “socially distant.” We can combat this together!! So in this difficult time, I was so glad this episode happened, it got me so hyped up and made me forget the grim reality. So let's dive in!!

So about this episode, Ash wants to enter into the World’s Championship Tournament. He wants to compete so he can have his chance to battle with Leon, the current world champion. There are over 10,000 participants, and Ash needs to battle trainers with a high ranking in order to move up. With this in mind, he finds someone in the area with a high ranking, Visquez. She is currently the Vermillion gym leader and subbing for Surge while he is away.

Ash and Gou go to the Vermillion gym. On their way, Gou encounters a Spearow and wants to catch it. He and Raboot runs offscreen. Meanwhile at the Vermillion gym, we get our first look of Visquez and her Raichu against a trainer with a Hypno. She makes quick work of this trainer and notes he lacks “spirit.” She had Raichu to finish with Volt Tackle and easily won the battle. She was hoping to have a challenger that was participating in the World Tourney. Within seconds she got her wish and heard Ash and Pikachu outside!

Ash comes, introduces himself to her and wants to battle! She and the lackeys are taken back when they hear his name. This gets everyone excited. Visquez tells Ash that he is well known. She explains Lt. Surge had told them about their spectacular battle. She says she wanted to meet him and Pikachu. She was very honored to be his first opponent. Gou came back on time and was able to catch the Spearow!

The first battle takes place, Pikachu vs Raichu (classic). They both ordered a thunderbolt which was even. Visquez orders Raichu for Volt Tackle which then Ash orders Pikachu to counter it with Iron Tail and use it as a grounder. Visquez and her Raichu proved to be more formidable opponent then Ash realized and was able to overcome easily. Raichu was able to use his tail to stop Pikachu in its tracks. Ash tried several techniques to land a hit on Raichu, but couldn’t come up on top. He notices Pikachu is getting tired, and calls him back (smart).

Next Ash switches for Gengar. Ash starts off Gengar with Night Shade and Visquez has Raichu use thunderbolt. Gengar proves to be faster and easily overtakes Raichu. Visquez has her Raichu uses its tail to grip Gengar, but Gengar can easily make itself disappear. Ash has Gengar use Psychic and was able to finish Raichu off! 1 down, 1 to go.

Visquez sends her ace Pokemon, Electrode. She and Electrode had their own tricks up in their sleeve. Electrode uses Magnet Rise and uses the field to resist the ground. With the debris of the battlefield, bounces off and picks up speed. This combo overtakes Gengar and finishes off with discharge. Now Ash is down to Pikachu.

The final battle takes place on the ground and Visquez orders Electrode to use Rollout. At first Pikachu had trouble keeping up with Electrode, but Ash was able to regain control. Pikachu slowed and stopped Electrode by using Iron Tail. Pikachu got in several hits before Electrode reached it’s limit and activated its ability Aftermath. Ash orders Pikachu to use Electroweb as a shield and wins the battle.

Visquez smiles at Ash with defeat and promises to contact Lt. Surge about their battle. She thinks he would love a rematch against Ash one day. Ash gets his new rank of 3763 from 10,000, ending this episode.

Thoughts

Omg, where can I start?! This episode delivered a lot more than I ever anticipated. I went into the episode with very low expectations because I was bummed that Lt. Surge wasn’t making an appearance originally. The summary preview didn’t explain a whole lot. But I am glad I was wrong and it delivered beautifully. So let's talk about the humans first!!

Visquez

So when I heard about her, I have to admit, I was expecting to be a guy. When I first saw the preview, I was like okay, I am getting more so guy vibes. It wasn’t until I saw Rohanite twitter’s post, I read she was a woman. This was where I started to re-evaluate her. I noticed she has a plug as her hairstyle. After watching the episode, I ended up loving her. For one, she does have a killer design. I want to say her design was definitely inspired from Lt. Surge OG anime design. And she has a killer body, I can’t recall if other women in the Pokemon anime with muscles have appeared before, so huge props to Pokemon. I think the reason I love her look, she gave me instagram vibes. There are women I follow on Instagram who have beautiful athletic bodies and I wouldn’t be surprised if inspiration was taken from there.

Her personality was very likeable. She has a very tough exterior. She is very serious and aggressive when in battle, but passionate for spirit. This was pointed out when she was first introduced. Her personality slightly mimics from Lt. Surge, except she commends her opponents for their hard work. She loves to workout with her Pokemon and train with them. Both her Pokemon, Raichu and Electrode share the same vibes as her which I will mention more in detail. She does have a soft side and cares about her Pokemon a lot.

One thing I did not expect to hear from her was wanting to meet Ash in person. Lt. Surge told her about his battle with Ash. I really loved this callback and was my favorite moment in the episode. Ash was considered an inspiration to Surge, and everyone in the gym. They started to train harder and it shows through Visquez. The tactics Ash used originally against Surge did not work with her Raichu. She had some great counters and brought out unique strategies from her Pokemon. She proved to be a very formidable opponent.

Ash

Ash surprised me in the episode. For one, he remembered Lt. Surge, so continuity!!! And he actually made a huge impact on Lt. Surge that he was a mini celebrity to Visquez and her lackeys. When I was younger, I used to write fanfiction. One of my fanfics, I did have Lt. Surge as a support character while Ash was abroad in America! I would picture Surge admiring Ash out of box battling style. Ash’s influence would push Surge to be a better trainer. Never in a million years this would happen in the actual anime which gave me goosebumps. From the original episode Electric Shock Showdown, this was a beginning of Ash getting more confidence in battling and a milestone for winning his first legit badge. Surge did give Ash a standing ovation.

Anyways back to the episode, it made me smile how confident Ash was going into this battle. He seems so confident in his abilities, and he still has these creative strategies to take control of the battle. He is able to quickly analyze the current situation and think quickly on his feet. I was glad Ash battled smart in this episode. All honestly, if he didn’t switch Pikachu with Gengar, he would have lost the battle. Gengar vs Raichu was my favorite battle in the episode, and will get to the Pokemon soon.

Plus, Ash’s smile is so contagious. I just love the energy he brought into the battle.

Gou and Raboot

Gou did take a backseat in this episode. He was super adorable cheering for Ash in battle. I wouldn’t be surprised if he took pics of Ash -shot-. I loved Gou’s reactions throughout the episode. He did say at one point, “That’s insane Satoshi” with the ehhhe.. look. One thing I did notice was that Raboot stuck around with Gou. In the last episode, Gou completely ignored Scorbunny when it was learning his fire move, which made Scobunny upset. Both Gou and Raboot have different ideals and goals. After Raboot evolved, it ignored Gou. This carried over to the following episode. Raboot acts like a moody teenager, and it acts like it doesn’t care.

But during the battle, Raboot couldn’t resist, especially if it involved with Pikachu. Raboot cares so much about Pikachu and shows its support. Raboot is very interested in battling more vs Gou who at the moment not sure if he wants to stab at it. We will see in the future.

Pokemon

Raichu

Visquez’s Raichu is super adorable. I literally died how he got to shine in this episode. I loved how it had this admiration to train and battle hard. I found it super cute when it was training it’s tail with the dumbbells (my favorite part). This Raichu is no slouch either. Visquez revealed that it was trained under Surge. Apparently he did not make the same mistake with Visquez’s Raichu as he did with his own Raichu, and this showed in battle. This Raichu was able to counter Ash’s past strategies with so much ease. It did throw in some callbacks. One was utilizing it’s tail which was a callback from Pika and Goliath. The breaking of the glass when using Volt Tackle, throwback to ESS. It was nice this Raichu had the upper hand for once and it was a major threat!

Electrode

This Pokemon over here, the anime made it look cute and threatening. This was the first time I have seen Electrode to be an actual threat. With that said, it broke out of the typical mold it was stuck for 20 years. Throughout the episode, they hinted quite literally the dents on the walls. This was all due to her Electrode. I really loved the Magnet Rise and how it uses that to it’s advantage. When using magnet rise, debris was lifted as well. It used the debris as pillars and gave Gengar such a hard time. At the same time, utilizing the speed Electrode has, it was super difficult to slow it down. Electrode vs Gengar was my 2nd favorite battle for that reason.

Pikachu

Pikachu had some great moments in this episode. For once, Pikachu didn’t have the rivalry with Raichu. He was level headed in this battle, and I was happy he was able to switch off. There were many callbacks. Ash has Pikachu use Iron Tail to ground himself just like ESS. The spinning Iron Tail was from Pika and Goliath. During the Electrode battle, Pikachu went on top of Electrode and used his iron tail to stop Electrode which was very clever, and then run in reverse like a hamster. This was a throwback from Pokemon snap where Pikachu was on top of Electrode. There was a callback how Pikachu used ElectroWeb as a shield from Sun and Moon.

Gengar

Wow, Gengar was able to shine. I didn’t think I would love Gengar in this episode. It was able to shine, highlighting all it’s strengths against Raichu, and he looked like he was having so much fun. Ash was able to use Gengar intangibility to overwhelm Raichu and it’s tail. Psychic to finish it off to show such display of raw power! Kinda bummed it lost over Electrode, but I can’t wait for more battles for Gengar in the future.

Battles

Wow, the battles did not disappoint at all. I was pretty much hooked on every battle. If I had to rank, my favorite out of the bunch was Gengar vs Raichu, and the least would be Electrode vs Pikachu. Pikachu vs Raichu and Electrode vs Gengar were in the middle for me. The reason I loved Gengar vs Raichu, it was so much fun to watch, the BGM was killer, and it ended on a hilarious display of Raichu getting smushed in midair and then getting smashed into the wall.

Pikachu vs Raichu battle is always a joy to watch. I already highlighted them, but I enjoyed seeing for once Raichu giving Pikachu a hard time.

Electrode vs Gengar was such a joy to watch as well. I really loved the Magnet Rise strategy that Visquez and her Electrode displayed. She was able to utilize all of Electrode’s strengths and I thought it was pretty genius and was able to overwhelm Gengar. I wished she did the same with Pikachu

Electrode vs Pikachu would be my least favorite, but I did enjoy the battle, it was smart for Pikachu to slow down Electrode which was a feat itself. I didn’t think rolling Electrode in a different direction would mess its vibe up, but who knew. I love when Electrode tried to use it’s ability Aftermath, it tried to take Pikachu down with it. This was quickly countered with Electroweb thanks to Ash’s quick thinking.

References

There were many ref and callbacks in this episode, I mentioned a couple in the Pokemon themselves so I won’t highlight here. So here are some major ones.

Lt. Surge

I had very little expectations he was going to be mentioned or even make a cameo, thank you episode for proving me wrong. He was one my favorite gym leaders growing up and he was one the reasons why I got into Pokemon thanks to Electric Shock Showdown. Also his cute Raichu. I always believed Surge was one the reasons that he shaped Ash into who he is today. Ash and Pikachu had to dive in deeper to draw out Pikachu’s strengths, and of course help from Brock. (Plus Ash more likely wouldn't be able get a pity badge from him if he tried. So he made Ash work for it). So I was so happy he was referenced and made the highlight for me. He wasn’t in the episode but he was referenced several times. The first time referenced was from Ash, and then when Gou asked Ash if he got the thunderbadge from him. Later Visquez retells the story of Surge and their fantastic battle.

One thing for sure, his design has changed. Lt. Surge definitely is not the 8 ft, tan, and super ripped compared to his update. In a way, I wasn’t surprised that they decided to go more with his game design. He is more white and normal sized in the games. My only complaint, I wished he had a bit more subtle skin color, like he could be a similar color as Ash or a happy medium, but ehh you can’t have it all. But his redesign isn’t too bad. Pokemon has been shying away the real world references, so it was inevitable that Surge would be getting a design change. He is no longer the Lightning American, he is now referred to as Lightning Lieutenant. And his most recent appearances, he has been shown in his game design more often..

I loved that Ash was able to influence Lt. Surge. Who would've thought that Ash was able to do that at someone. He was mentioned training to master the electric type more and trained Visquez’s Raichu. It was hinted that he might come back in the near future since Visquez was going to let Surge know about the battle. **Please, please, please, make this happen** One my dreams battle literally is a rematch in this current artstyle.

The other gym leaders were all shown in silhouettes.

The badges

The breaking of the glass. Both Raichu and Electrode did this.

Also towards the end, when Electrode destroys all the windows and smoke. Pikachu protects itself from huge attack. Callback to ESS when Raichu destroys the gym and Pikachu blocks the attack.

Final thoughts

This episode has given me a lot of hope of possibly bringing back old characters from the past. I love the World Tournament that regardless of class, everyone starts in the bottom. It’s still early into the series, but if they could bring back Surge for a cameo, I would love to see the other gym leaders from other regions, and some past rivals, such as Gary or Paul. I am not going to hold my breath of pokeani keeping this promise. The subtle callbacks were so great to see. Ash and Pikachu were mini celebrities in Surge’s gym, it was almost a perfect episode for me which is rare. I didn’t think I would enjoy it so much especially the corona crisis going on that kept my mind off of it. If I would rate this episode, I would give a solid 9.75 out of 10 and my favorite of this PM series. Maybe top 5 all time favorite episodes… (wait what!!)

#pm2019 #anipoke #pokeani #raichu #pikachu #Lt. Surge #Ash Ketchum #gou

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cutegirlmayra · 5 years ago

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If It's Not To Much Trouble....

@helaknight What about a Boom! Sonamy prompt where Sonic likes Amy and teases her by flirting with other girls to tick her off because he thinks she still have feeling for him. And Amy feels Sonic is actually making fun of her and confronts Sonic to stop teasing her and walks away but Sonic grabs her arm and pulls her to him and tells her that she’s not fooling him and he wants to be in a relationship, but Amy thinks he won’t take isn’t serious so she tells him the requirements with a song and in the end he gently grabs her hands and pulls one of them to his cheek and the other to his chest meeting her know he’ll take their relationship serious and you can think of the rest.

~💙💖~

Melanie Martinez just released her new album and I would love her song High School Sweethearts to go with this song. I know you don’t cuss so you can use the clean version.

Ya? No?

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Ehem, -listens to the song- umm… I can do my best, but this isn’t really… ‘friendly’ for prompts lol I’ll do my very best to incorporate the song into the prompt, but it will have to be changed. I hope that’s okay! >x<

PROMPTS ARE ON SHUTDOWN! So help me, if yall give me one more amazing prompt to do without first saving it in a word doc for when the freakin’ grand reopening is SO CLOSE TO HAPPENING I will eat your prompt to where the sweet, wonderful prompt I would have written is stashed safely in my stomach! DO YOU HEAR ME!? ONLY I WILL ENJOY IT! So please, PLLEEEASSSE put all your wonderful ideas somewhere safe until I reopen everything! Thanks, you’re the best~<3

Prompt:

“Can I just be honest?”

Amy, leaning against a wooden stall in the market place, arms crossed and glaring away from Sonic’s typical pick-up line.

“I can’t tell which is the prettier twin.”

The twins giggled before waving him off, and he zipped over to another little lovely batch of girls. “S’up, girls. Names adventure.” he winked, as some giggled while most just shifted their eyes as though confused.

“He’s out of his mind!” Amy flipped her hands around in the air, “What does he think he’s doing!? It’s a waste of time! He’s not gonna cross the finish line with any of these girls, and they walk away the second he tries to even finish a flirt!”

As Amy rambled on about it, Tails just sighed and put his metal detectors headphones down to hang around his neck. “Amy, I don’t know how to say this, but I think you’re acting really jealous right now. I mean, it’s not like he’s causing any harm.”

“Oh, yeah? Just me?” Amy stood with full confidence in front of Tails, as if knowing something he didn’t.

“What?” Tails raised an eyebrow to her, before looking to see Sonic trying to put a move on Zooey. “That jerk!” he threw the metal detector down, completely animated in his shock, before rolling his eyes back up at Amy. “Ehem, he needs to be stopped.” he straightened himself up.

“Well, at least Zooey’s being faithful.” Amy sighed, seeing Zooey scoot away from Sonic as Tails began to lose his mind.

“That’s it! I’m talking with him.” Tails was about to step forward when Amy threw her arm out.

“No, this is my battle.” There was an aura of power and might, as instrumental, epic music played instantly in her wake.

“Huh?” Tails, seeing the shift of tone, suddenly looked up to Amy.

She marched over to Sonic, making people jump or scramble to get out of her way.

“You think it’s funny, don’t you? Making fun of my passion?”

Sonic stopped a moment as Zooey cowered under the counter, seeing a confrontation about to occur.

Sonic, sly as always, leaned a little and smirked at Amy. “So, you finally noticed?”

She gritted her teeth, and the aura she once had boosted vigorously to where the whole town suddenly were closing windows, doors, and even locking down their open, wooden market place.

It was like a western show down.

“You’re one to talk. You mock my only fashion sense!” Sonic raised his foot up, revealing his shiny red shoes. “These are the ONLY article of clothing I get to where, you better respect the shine, sister!”

“Oh, just keep talking.” Amy was getting more and more agitated. “Because the more you do, the more I regret ever telling you how I feel!”

“What..?” Sonic suddenly lowered the foot, confused.

Amy’s hands shook violently, her head moving down as she struggled to keep it together. “If you can’t handle a heart like mine then…” she swung her head up, refusing to be weak and vulnerable in front of him again, “If you can’t handle the loving, the smothering then… then..!!! Then I don’t need to like you anymore!” she stomped away, but the powerful roar caused Sonic’s blue quills to stand on end, the sign behind him to fall over from the powerful cry.

“Hold on!” Sonic shook himself free of the effect of her rejection and zoomed back to grab her arm, stopping her again. “After you told me you liked me you said there would be requirements! I can’t just jump from step seven to eleven! You have some things you have to do too!” he looked serious… something Amy hadn’t seen in him before.

“What are you talking about!? You refused to even hold my hand! Too scared to show me off in public, or even admit you-!” she bit her tongue.

“What? Choked? Biting your tongue back?” Sonic let her go, but remained in her way. “Amy, why do you think I was egging you on all this time? You wanna act like those high school sweethearts you see all around you, but that’s not who I am! They’re not your type, and you should know it!”

“Oh, yeah? And what is!” Amy pushed him back, “A jerk who thinks flirting with other girls will somehow make me step up and be honest!?”

“Yes!” Sonic seemed to release all his tension then, “That’s exactly what you’re doing! You want me to promise to love you? Then you have to be fine showing it! For one thing, you never act like you like me in front of me!” he gestured to himself, “I’m no cheater, I won’t waste your time, and I won’t screw you over! But you can’t tie me down, Amy… I can’t do all that… mushy, gushy romantic side of things! Can’t you tell these girls couldn’t even stand me!?”

“It’s true, he’s awful!”

“Thank you! … Hey!” Sonic turned to try and see what random girl’s voice had just spoken up from the hiding crowd but they all ducked their heads back down.

“I’m willing to try this thing out, but you have to be willing to play at a level I’m comfortable with. You’re the only girl I’ve ever been absolutely ridiculous for, Amy… I’m trying. But I need you to try too. For one, you weren’t comfortable with me flirting with these girls, right? Think of how I feel when you keep your real feelings hidden from me.” Sonic tried to be deep, but another girl’s voice spoke up right as he began to be vulnerable.

“To be honest, we didn’t really feel comfortable with his flirting either…”

“Alright, she gets it!” Sonic slammed a foot down and turned back, glaring at the naysayers to quit their random outbursts already. “Thank you for your input but I think we’ve all got the picture that I’m bad at this!”

“Really bad!”

“He stinks!”

“I mean, his looks are kinda all he’s got left.”

Sonic, defeated, sighed and swayed his arms down.

“…Fine, new requirements.” Amy grabbed Sonic’s brown bandana around his neck and pulled him over to her face, causing his feet to skid against the ground a moment, his feet falter from holding him steady. “If you date me… just be yourself, and I’ll… try and be my true self.” Her ears bent a little, she couldn’t look him in the eye when she said it.

He smiled, taking in her sincerity.

“There, now was that so hard-OFFPH!”

She pulled him up to her face, “But if you flirt with another woman again, I’ll rip your freakin’ face off!”

“Urk, d-duly noted…”

The crowd cheered, glad Sonic’s random flirting was over with, but then two high school sweethearts starting singing and Sonic and Amy both turned to them and shouted,

“Shut up!”

Sonic, leading Amy away from the crowd who continued to pester with how lovely-dovey the rest of them were, even Tails and Zooey being cute with their tails forming a 3-dimensional heart–finally retreated to being alone.

“What are we doing here?” Amy asked before Sonic took her hand. “S-Sonic..?” she blushed, looking confused.

“I haven’t said my confession yet.” Nervously, he smiled and put her hand to his heart. “Feel that?”

She shyly pulled a little away, but Sonic’s insist tug, and those annoyed eyes, let her know that she needed to try and little harder here too…

She conceded, letting her fingers dip into fur and feel his heart beat.

“That’s how you make me feel.”

“You just ran.” she rolled her eyes.

“No… I just started feeling…” He looked up to her, and their eyes suddenly locked in great emotion… Amy’s heart began to race too.

“Can we just be honest?” Sonic tilted his head, leaning towards her forehead and letting it touch his own as he put another arm around her shoulders… bringing her closer.

“There are no requirements.” He teased, as she found herself melting into his embrace a bit. “If you think you can be my one and only true love… then…”

He whispered, “Don’t wake up.”

Amy’s eyes burst open as she leaned up from her bed, listening to music with her headphones on and groaned, seeing it was still late at night.

“Oh man..!!!” she kicked under the covers and picked up her hammer, also having its own pillow by her side–not allowing it to get stolen again–and smashed her radio.

(Super AU, but I hope I did alright >////w///<; )

#sonamy #boom!sonamy #sonamy boom #high school sweethearts #sonic prompt #sonic boom prompt #sonic au #sonic au prompt #sonic boom au #cutegirlmayra #submission #musical prompt

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the-truest-sentence-i-know · 4 years ago

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Manhattan, 1997

Fandom: Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Summary: The Chronicoms jump to the 90s to try and kill a young Daisy Johnson (aka Mary Sue Poots) and Daisy and Daniel have to protect her. One-shot.

Word Count: 2.3k

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The Zeffer settled after the jump and everyone looked around, as they always did, as though something would indicate the year.

“Geographically,” Jemma said, looking at the monitor. “We are in New York, in Manhattan.”

“I’ll go check it out,” Daisy said. “We’re probably getting closer to our time.”

“Mind if I join you?” Daniel asked. “I’d like to get a little acclimated before we get to your time.”

“Sure,” Daisy said, ignoring the knowing look from Jemma. “It’ll be good to have another pair of eyes.”

The Zeffer was landed on top of an office building – cloaked of course – when they stepped out.

“Skyline look different?” Daisy asked, walking over to the door.

“A bit.”

She quaked open the padlock and they started down the stairs.

Stepping out into the street below, Daisy looked around and then breathed out a slow breath. Oh.

“Do you know when exactly we are?” Daniel asked.

She nodded. “Late 90s. And if the Chronicoms are here, then I’m pretty sure I know who they’re after. Come on.”

In a few minutes, they stood in front of a plain building on a street corner.

“St. Agnes Orphanage,” Daniel read. “They’re going after a kid?”

“In the future, she’ll be… kinda important to SHIELD.” Daisy smiled a little.

Daniel looked at her curiously. “Who exactly –?”

But Daisy was already stepping forward and knocking on the door.

A kindly middle-aged nun that Daisy recognized as Sister Harriet opened the door. “Please, come in,” she said. She led them through the entry hall. “How can I help you today?”

“My husband and I –” Daisy quickly looped her arm through Daniel’s. “– were looking into adoption and were hoping to get some more information the topic.”

Sister Harriet smiled. “Wonderful.” She opened a door to an office. “Please sit down. Mother Superior will be with you in a moment.”

Daisy glanced around the entrance hall before stepping into the office with Daniel, memories flooding back. She had not been back here since she left at age eighteen. They sat down on the hard, wooden chairs and were quiet for a minute.

“So, who exactly are we making sure survives here?” Daniel asked.

Daisy hesitated. “Mary Sure Poots. She grew up here, and as an adult was… and asset to SHIELD.” It would probably be best if she told Daniel the full truth, but she had not known him long. It was a bit early for the whole tragic backstory.

The door opened and Mother Superior entered. Automatically, Daisy rose to her feet, Daniel following her lead. She was a strict woman, with a kind heart. In retrospect, Daisy supposed she was a bit like May, which was a whole can of beans she didn’t have time to unpack right now.

“Please, sit down,” Mother Superior said after she had sat down. “And tell me what I can help you with.”

So Daniel and Daisy Watson introduced themselves, and heard all about the adoption process. Daisy glanced at the calendar in the corner. October 1997. She tried to remember if she had been at the orphanage at that time, or if she had been with a foster family.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “May I use your bathroom?”

“Of course,” Mother Superior said. “It’s the first door on your right.”

“I’ll be right back, honey.” Daisy looked at Daniel pointedly and he nodded.

Out in the hallway, Daisy quickly crept up the stairs, avoiding all the creaky steps. It was quiet upstairs, since everyone was at school or in the playroom and she slipped unseen into her old room.

Four sets of bunkbeds stood in a row and Daisy hurried to the far one. Stuck to the wall were pictures of horses, cut out from magazines. She smiled. In 1997, aged nine, she had been at the height of her horse phase. The three horse figurines were missing from the bedside table and her drawers were empty.

Mary Sue Poots was at a foster family, and she was pretty sure she knew which one. Satisfied, Daisy slipped back downstairs and into the office.

“… Dumas’ main point is that revenge is not satisfying,” Daniel was saying. “I don’t think it romanticizes revenge at all.”

“While I do agree that, in the end, Dantes realizes that avenging the wrongs don’t to him will not make him happy,” Mother Superior said. “The majority of the novel does revel a bit in his schemes.”

“I seem to be interrupting a lively literature discussion,” Daisy said as she sat down, smiling.

“What are your thoughts on revenge in The Count of Monte Cristo, Mrs. Watson?” Mother Superior asked.

“I’m afraid English was never my best subject, Mother Superior,” Daisy said with a smile.

“Shall we get going them?” Daniel asked.

Daisy nodded. “Thank you so much for all your help,” she said to Mother Superior.

“I’m always glad to,” she said, then looked at her curiously. “Have we met before?”

“I don’t think so,” Daisy said quickly, standing up.

Outside on the street, Daniel looked at her expectantly. “So?”

“She’s at school,” Daisy said, leading them down the street. “And I guess we’ll just have to tail her until the Chronicoms show up.”

Daniel watched Daisy as they walked down the street. Although they had only just met, he was pretty sure she was not telling him something. Or perhaps that was exactly why she was not telling him

“So, this isn’t your time either,” he said.

“Yeah.”

“So what is your time then?” he asked. “What year?”

“2020.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, Y2K didn’t mess up the computers like everyone thought.”

“What?”

“It was this conspiracy theory that – Nevermind.” They stopped in front of an elementary school. “Here we are.”

“How do you know where the Mary Sue Poots went to school as a child?” Daniel looked at her.

Daisy thought about constructing a very elaborate lie where she was kind of a big fan of Mary Sue Poots and so knew everything about her. But, looking at Daniel’s face, it didn’t look like he would believe her.

It was not like she was ashamed of her history, she had just hoped that she would have a bit of a normal impression on Daniel. Why exactly? – There was definitely no time to get into that right now.

What the hell.

“Okay, cards on the table,” she said. “Mary Sue Poots is me, or… was me.”

“Oh.” He didn’t seem to have expected that.

“I grew up in the foster system after… a tone of messed up stuff. SHIELD gave me a fake name because of the aforementioned messed up stuff.”

“I see.”

“So, yeah, in October 1997, I was with the Brodys.” She looked over at the chaotic playground, searching the groups of kids until she saw a small girl in a blue shirt with a horse on it and red streaks in her hair.

Daniel followed her gaze. “So, which one’s you?”

Daisy cringed a little. “You see the one with the ill-advised red streaks by the swings?”

“The one who looks like she wants to punch the blond boy?”

“Jeremy,” Daisy remembered. “Ugh, he was terrible.”

Daniel chuckled. “I can see the resemblance.”

Daisy smiled. “Well, we can’t just lurk around here like creeps, so we’d better find a spot to –”

“There?” Daniel asked, pointing at a café down the street.

“Yeah, perfect. We’ll be able to see anyone who goes to the school.”

He looked at her. “I do know how to plan a stake-out, you know.”

“Are you telling me you guys had binoculars back in the dark ages?” Daisy asked sarcastically as they walked down the street.

“We even had cameras.”

“Holy shit, high-tech.”

Sitting at a terrace table, Daniel turned to Daisy before the waitress came to them. “Coffee is still a thing, right?”

“Yeah, but we called a caffeine energizer, and cream is cow juice,” Daisy deadpanned.

Daniel looked at her quizzically.

“The nineties were a weird time,” Daisy shrugged.

Needless to say, the waitress gave them an odd look, but understood their order. Daisy struggled to smother her smile as she walked away.

Daniel raised his eyebrows. “In my defence, I only thought you were serious because the 70s were very odd.”

Daisy snorted. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that was a thing in the 70s.” She looked down at her clothes. “Oof, I must look super out of place.”

Daniel shrugged. “I think you look nice.”

Daisy smiled to herself. “Thanks. I did quite like the 70s fashion.”

An hour or so later, school was let out and they quickly paid for the coffee before ambling down the street, far behind the little girl with red streaks in her hair. Soon they saw another figure take interest in her as well.

“Nine o’clock,” Daisy murmured.

“Navy suit, yeah, I see him.” Daniel looked behind them casually. “Another on our six.”

“I don’t think they’ve recognized us yet,” Daisy said.

They stopped at a light and the Chronicom in the navy suit began to cross toward them. “They wouldn’t just kill her in broad daylight, would they?” Daniel whispered.

“Crime in New York in the 90s was high,” Daisy whispered back, watching the Chronicom out of the corner of her eye. “They might use that to their advantage.”

The light changed and Daisy stumbled to the side, knocking into one of the Chronicoms. “Oh, my gosh, I am so sorry.” She leaned against him harder, glancing to see that Mary Sue had started across the street, oblivious to everything behind her. “These damn heels.” She tried not to look directly at him, but he had recognized her.

“You!” the Chronicom said.

The other Chronicom had caught up with them and Daniel looked like he was getting ready for a fight.

“I’ve got this,” Daisy said, shoving the Chronicom in to traffic as hard as she could, quaking at his feet to make him loose his balance in the path of a large truck. “Make sure she gets home safe.”

He hesitated for only a moment before turning to cross the street.

Another Chronicom had approached for the night as the other Chronicom attacked Daisy. She blocked his first punch, but he still got her hard in the jaw. He reached for his gun, but she quaked it to pieces.

They were out in the middle of the sidewalk and someone was going to report the fight soon – the last thing Daisy needed was to get arrested. But she couldn’t risk a glance back to see if Daniel was out of sight yet.

The other Chronicom had joined the fight and Daisy was having a hard time fighting them both off. Making a split-second division, sprinted off in a different direction, hoping she could lead them away. Fortunately, the began to follow her. Daisy grinned, sprinting down the street, remembering her time at St. Agnes – she knew this part of the city like the back of her hand. She ducked into alleys and through parking garages and abandoned buildings.

Not that she had been chased often as a child – but children could be cruel, especially to foster kids. She saw a car wash coming up on her left, the door starting to close on a car. She had managed to time this right once before – she could do it again.

She just managed to slide under the door as it closed, shutting the Chronicoms out. Immediately, she was drenched in water and she quickly scrambled to the side, feeling the wall for the door that she knew was there. She had worked at this car wash and gas station as a teenager. She just hoped Daniel and Mary Sue had gotten back to the Brodys alright.

Daisy was still soaking wet when she found Daniel in the shrubs outside the Brody’s house. She crouched in the bushes beside him. “Everything go alright?”

He nodded. “Nothing suspicious – What happened to you?”

“Tight escape – led them on a fun little chase.”

Daniel smiled and they both looked toward the house. From their vantage point, they could see into the living room where Mrs. Brody was decorating cookies with Mary Sue; it was a messy and sugary affair.

“Halloween cookies,” Daisy said. “The Brodys loved Halloween.”

“They seem like a nice family,” Daniel said, looking over at her with a gentle look on his face.

Daisy smiled softly. “They were.”

Suddenly, the radio buzzed. “Daisy?” Jemma said. “We’re going to jump in half an hour. You two need to get back here.”

“On our way,” Daisy said.

“Did everything go alright? Why were they where?”

“They were going after a nine-year-old me, but we saved her – or me, whatever.”

A pause. “Are you alright, Daisy?”

“Yeah. We’ll be right there.”

As they walked back, Danial was quiet, until he finally asked. “You didn’t end up staying with the Brodys, did you?”

Daisy shook her head. “They sent me back – probably like a week from now – saying I wasn’t a good fit.”

He looked at her sadly. It wasn’t a pitying sadness thought, thank God – Daisy didn’t think she could handle a pitying look.

“But it’s alright,” she said. “SHIELD had arranged for me to be moved around often to keep me safe. And when I left St. Agnes, I went by Skye, became a hacker – which is how I got on SHIELD’s radar.” She shrugged. “And that’s where I found my family.”

Daniel nodded and didn’t say anything more. And though Daisy thought she would feel more vulnerable telling Daniel her whole background, she actually felt alright about it. She stole a glanced at him and wondered if there was more to Jemma’s knowing looks than she had admitted to herself.

Maybe when this was all over, she could figure all that out.

It was too bad they couldn’t stay longer in the 90s – she would have loved to see him in a classic 90s windbreaker or some cargo pants.

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