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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Bunny Boy (JJK x Reader)☁️⚠️🔪(💜)🔞 Part 3

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Yandere!AU, Stalker!AU, questionable romance, smut, Oneshot

Warnings: (oh boy) Stalking, Obsession, Yandere themes, cute Koo but aggressive, he ready to fight, graphic description of violence, blood, very twisted JK, oblivious! Reader, kinda Stockholm-syndrome Reader?, soft romantic lovemaking, body worship, Dom! Jungkook, Sub! Reader, Handjob (fem. receiving), oral (fem. receiving), protected sex because even with your mind scrambled up in a frying pan we still wrap it before tapping it y’all hear me STDs ain’t cute Susan

Summary: It all started with a hello kitty charm.

A/N:(IMPORTANT) I’d like to note here that I do not condone nor romanticize any of the things depicted in this. This is purely fictional, and only to be seen as a work of art, not as a depiction of real life relationships. For short: if he a creep, kick his balls, don’t kiss. Thank you.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

His eyes had seen the words written in neat lettering time and time again, yet he still read it again, trying to calm himself down.

They were trying to take you away.

Your parents were basically not as financially stable as you thought, basically having the audacity to ask you for money.

He was trying not to snap.

He'd known that your mother was a whore, already trying to safe your situation by digging up information he'd rather delete from his mind, forever scarred with the blasphemic image of her showing herself off to strangers on the web like a cheap commercial before a video starts, desperation being an understatement to describe her actions. Or maybe she did it only for the thrill.

She was a vile and distusting woman after all.

It was quite confusing to think of her as the woman who'd been responsible for bringing you into this world. He had a hard time believing it as he thought about your gentle and sweet nature, pure and caring while this sorry excuse of a human being did everything to play with karma it seemed.

Well, maybe he'd change his name for a day and play that role for her.

After all, she was an impatient woman he'd noticed from her constant reminding to buy obscene photos and short videos of her truly underwhelming body for an amount of money he'd rather spend on a coffee and a small breakfast to share with you, if he was being honest.

Why someone would genuinely pay for content like that was beyond him.

"I dont.. understand-" The female voice quivered on the other side of the line, making the corners of his lips turn upwards a bit as he listened to it, gaining some sort of satisfaction in knowing he'd gotten under her skin.

"Oh but I think you do." He said, voice smooth like velvet as he watched her pace back and forth in front of her admittedly bad webcam of her opened laptop. Living off of her husbands money couldn't be so luxurious he thought, if she couldn't even afford a decent laptop for the things she did whenever no one was looking.

It was truly making his saliva taste bitter merely thinking about it.

"If you think deleting your account will safe you, you're even more stupid than I initially thought." He mumbled into his phone as he saw her eyes widen, hands stalling as her gaze locked with the tiny device on top of her screen. She probably paled, yet the quality was too bad to tell for sure. "Everything has already been saved and will remain in my possession for as long as I have need of it." He stated, and clicked his tongue as she seemed to think of something to get herself out of it. "And remember; calling the police or informing any other authority will only result in you having to admit to your crimes as well. And I believe that isn't truly what you want." She snapped, hitting her table as she watched the camera, unknowing how Jungkook didn't even pay attention anymore, knowing he'd finally caught her head inside his noose.

"How much do you want?" She gritted out, and he chuckled, before clearing his throat.

"Your mindset truly disgusts me." He said, before sighing. "I don't want your fucking money."

He sat down properly again as he looked at his screen again.

"But I want you to do something for me.."

"It's nice to know that she finally found someone who can look after her." Your father stated, smiling at Jungkook who sat next to you at the table,taking your hand in his as he mirrored the gesture, spotting the way your mother tensed up in the corner of his vision, making him chuckle a bit.

"No, really, I am happy I've found her." He said, rubbing the back of his neck a bit shyly, making you giggle at his antics. Initially, you'd been a little worried when your parents wanted to meet Jungkook, not even knowing how they got to know about your relationship- your mother, however, had cleared things up for you, explaining that he'd updated them on your condition when you were in hospital. Maybe she did care, after all. "Right, angel?" He said, and you nodded, smiling with a bit of redness on your cheeks.

Absolutely divine.

"Alright, let me clean this up, You guys can head to bed, its already late." Your father said as he stood up, everyone else following after, when you'd suddenly grabbed Jungkooks plate and empty glass, smiling. Out of the corner of his he could see your mother empty her glass greedily, making him smile even wider.

Greed was a sin to be punished, after all.

"I'll do that, don't worry." You smiled, and he cooed at the sight. You were so absolutely sweet, he was always astounded at it, even though he should be getting used to it by now. He'd never get used to you, however. He nodded, giving you a kiss to your cheek as your father called for your mother, who'd been about to leave the table.

"Can you show Jungkook here where the guest room is? Help him set the bed, will you." He spoke, warmth as fake as her eyelashes as she smiled tensely, nodding towards Jungkook as he followed, comfortable with leaving you and your father alone for the moment. He wasn't a threat at all.

Your mother however, was a different story.

If she'd thought he wouldn't pick up on her dark gazes and blunt lies she truly was brainless. But then again, considering what she did with her freetime, he wouldn't be surprised to find her entirely empty.

Opening the door of the guest room, your mother closed the door behind him, slowly walking towards his back which was turned towards her, hands running over his shoulderblades as he shuddered.

But not with pleasure.

"I bet a young boy like you has stamina, heh?" She said, trying to form a seducing tone with her voice, yet failed as his eyes continued to stare forward, cold as ever as he stood unmoving, even when she came even closer. "Why would you get yourself someone like her anyways? There's nothing about her.." She chatted away, before stopping. "Wha-" She breathed out as she felt something poke her hip.

She was dead inside already, so why was she still up and walking like a zombie?

"You truly are disgusting." He murmured, turning around to hold his hand against her throat, backing her up until she could feel the wooden door against her back, chin pushing itself upwards as she looked at him with wide eyes. "To imagine that your rotten womb gave birth to an angel like her.." He said, eyes still trained on hers as he pushed a bit more, feeling and hearing her struggle, before moving away from her, snapping the knife he'd in his other hand shut to put it back inside his pocket as he opened the drawers, searching for fresh sheets. "I advise you to not ever touch me again if you want to keep your skin intact. It's nauseating enough that I have to share the same roof with someone like you tonight." He said, as he finally found what he was looking for, not caring as she swallowed hard, leaving the room and him alone, but not before running into you.

"Oh, sorry, I.. Uh, Jungkookie?" You asked, peeking into the room as his entire demeanor made a full 180 in front of your mothers eyes, body language suddenly speaking a different dialect it seemed, as he smiled, walking up to you, and leading you inside the room, closing the door with a last warning look thrown at her.

"Please angel.." He hummed against your skin, as you shyly touched his skin, making him sigh in bliss. He'd showered after his encounter with your witch of a mother, yet he couldn't help but not feel clean enough- he needed your touch, your salvation, to finally feel good again, to exorcise the demonic memories of her gut wrenching hands on his back, or her obscene words towards him. He needed your purity to cleanse him again, to give him back his wings you'd granted him.

"They won't hear." He promised, but in reality he wanted them to, craving deep down inside his being to drench the walls in your heavenly sounds, to clean this room of her presence with the help of the pleasure he was giving you. He felt you give into him with ease, smile warm and happy as his fingers entered you, knowing that he could not nestle himself inside you without sacrificing safety. And getting you pregnant was far from his mind.

No, the only thing ever being inside you would be him, and no one else.

You breathed out in sweet euphoria as he worked you with his hand, before dipping down, taking the covers with him as his tongue got in contact with your pearl, mouth feasting on you like a starving man enjoying his first meal, humming in pleasure as your hand found its way into his hair, gently tugging, never hurting.

He highly doubted you could ever hurt a fly.

And you'd never have to, with Jungkook at your side ready to soak his hands in the blood of anyone you wanted to have killed in cold murder, all of it with a smile on his face. He was ready to flood the streets in his own guts just to make more room for your praise and affection inside of him, he'd do it all for you in a time shorter than his heart could ever beat.

Your sighs turned into mewls.

He pushed your legs apart gently, hands reminiscing in the feel of your skin underneath his palms as he put even more effort into his actions, making you squirm in pleasure as your back arched like a feline stretching itself after a well deserved rest as you came undone with his touch, mouth finally parting from you, crawling upwards to your face as he kissed you, uncaring of your own residue on his lips.

You loved him.

He suddenly let out a short moan as he felt your delicate hands touch his bulge, eyes questioning as you silently asked for his permission.

Who was he to deny you anything?

As you pulled him out of his underwear he sighed at the view, your entire body showing off how lost you were with the task you'd taken on, making him smile as he began to help you, placing your hands around him in a proper way and showing you how to please him.

You learned quick.

Slowly growing more confident, you started to grip him with a bit more confidence, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you suddenly dipped down, making his eyes as wide as the moon before he huffed out a breath, head falling back as he could only stare at the white ceiling when your tongue touched his tip. Your soft lips took him in, inviting him inside the warmth of your mouth as you gently sucked before releasing him again, using your saliva and his own precum as lubrication for easier motions.

He was in heaven.

Of course he'd though about it, yet it seemed almost embarrassing how he fell apart so quickly under your touch, cum suddenly spurting out as he came violently, not prepared to last under such circumstances. He caught his breath, smiling apologetically as he stood up on slightly unsteady legs, reaching for some tissues inside his backpack near the bed before crawling back to you, cleaning up your face and neck with the outmost care as you suddenly spoke. "So, was that.. good?" You asked, and he scoffed, kissing you deeply before he rested his forehead against yours.

"Angel, you just sent me to heaven." He said, making you giggle as he made you lie down, cleaning between your thighs as to not make too much of a mess of the sheets.

His cum stained tissues however, he'd leave as a present for the witch to find.

If she was to wake again, that is.

"I'm so sorry, she isn't feeling well-" Your father apologized, yet Jungkook simply waved him off with a sympathizing smile. You nodded next to him, agreeing with Jungkook that this was simply a bad day for her. Everyone got sick once in a while. "I hope you have a safe trip home, and thank you for the wine Jungkook, you really have taste." He said, pale skin showing to him that he'd seemingly been affected as well. "We'll stay in touch." He told Jungkook, hugging him in a friendly manner as a form of goodbye.

He was collateral damage.

He actually liked the man a bit, noticing how calm and collected he was, even though he had to share his life with a woman such as your mother. He admired him really, for spending his time with her every day, for simply coexisting with her, without feeling the need to end his own life.

But maybe this man had exactly those thoughts he wondered, as he though about the wine bottle inside his car, evidence he'd taken with him to discard of in safe distance.

And as you both waved one last time, driving off, Jungkook only had one sentence running around inside his head as he thought of the witch that was your mother.

"This time, please just stay dead."

“I don’t have much space-“ he said, sitting on the engine hood of his car, patting his thighs as an invitation for you. “But it’s gonna be okay. I like having you close anyways.” He mused, voice low and drawled as if exhausted. You sat on his lap, legs hanging off on one side, head leaning on his chest, craving his warmth like a newborn kitten. He snaked his arms around your form, bathing in your presence in pure feelings of bliss as you sighed. He looked down on you, hand running over the top of your head. “What is it angel?” He said, worry a present undertone in his voice. You played with the buttons of his coat as he watched the sun set in front of you both, twilight slowly setting in.

“They.. won’t take me away from you, right?” You asked timidly, unknowing why this option scared you so much. Those were your parents; you shouldn’t be scared of them, should you? Yet Jungkook had told you to be wary of them, and you knew he was to be trusted- when has he ever been wrong? He only wanted your best, just like he said; he only wanted you safe and protected, and it made you feel oh so special. The pure option that you could be forced to live without him now seemed utterly terrifying, like a phobia you didn’t know you had.

“No, no angel.” He said, smile ever so present as if he’d just been gifted the thing he’d always wanted. You seemed so upset with the mere possibility of being away from him, it showed him that you had finally accepted him fully; you finally were his and his alone. “I won’t let anyone take you away from me.” He growled possessively, eyes growing cold as you leaned even closer to him, making him take a deep breath in fondness. “I’d rather die.” He whispered, and your head shot up, delicate hands on his chest, and an absolutely divine and desperate look on your face.

“Then I’ll die with you! You can’t leave me behind-“ you said, wide eyes looking at him in pure horror of the simple mention of his death, and he chuckled, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear with gentle hands, as he answered you lowly.

“Don’t worry angel-“ he said, his hand resting on your cheek, eyes watching you like a piece of art. “I’ll take you with me wherever I go.” He said, leaning in for a kiss you eagerly accepted, uncaring of how his hands gripped your waist tightly. Dangerously. And you were just as uncaring of his next words that left his lips between heated kisses.

“Even if I’d have to kill you myself.” he mumbled into you as you smiled.

You felt like Romeo and Juliet.

Or bonny and clyde for that matter.

The news should've hit you hard, yet it only left you with questions. You by now had your suspicions on what had happened, yet instead of igniting fear, it only left you with more things to wonder about. Why would he do these things?

Was he this scared to loose you that he even killed in his desperation to keep you close?

Would you one day be his victim as well?

"Angel?" He asked, standing behind you as his eyes scanned your form, noticing how you'd stopped packing your stuff, simply sitting in your old bedroom, on the floor, on your knees, in the middle of the room. "Are you okay?" He asked.

Well.. were you?

And if you were-

For how long?

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vex-bittys · 4 years ago

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Maybe a drabble of a King meeting a Blindberry?

Blind Sided

The Kings did not refer to the feral cat colony living in the alley next to the shop as a cat problem, and they certainly disapproved when other people referred to it that way. The Kings made sure that the cats were fed and protected. They also organized a catch and release effort so that the cats in the alley could receive necessary medical care and spay/neuter procedures. The cats of the colony were better cared for than some indoor cats, and caused no problems except constantly melting the hearts of Kings living in the shop.

One warm summer morning after a thunderstorm, one of the Kings slithered outside to check on the felines. As soon as he passed through the door into the alley, he heard the sound of teeny tiny shouting. Cats make a wide variety of noises, but they aren’t (usually) capable of human speech. The words cut off into a deafening screech of terror and pain. Following the shrieks, the King found one of the feral cats with a strange bitty clutched in its jaws.

Darting forward, the King blocked the cat’s escape from the alley. Firmly but gently he grabbed hold of the bitty, petting the cat to calm it while he carefully extracted the bitty from the danger zone. Reaching into a pouch at his waist, the King offered the cat a few treats as a thank you for being patient and giving up its prey. The cat sneezed haughtily and walked away with its tail high in the air, making it very clear that both the King and the bitty he had rescued were not worth its attention.

The King lifted his hands, peering at the bitty who trembled in his grasp. At first, he mistook the small creature for a Brassberry bitty… until he noticed the cloth covering its eyes. He’d never met a Blindberry before, but he recognized the timid bitty from descriptions he’d heard. Since the bitty wouldn’t be able to tell on his own if the danger had passed, the King whispered reassurances to him as he carried him into the shop.

When the King tried to place the terrified bitty onto the examining table so the Nurse Papythons could check him for injuries, the Blindberry clung to his hands with a vice-like grip. No amount of comforting words could dislodge him, and the King’s SOUL warmed at the thought of being such a trusted protector. The Nurse Papythons treated the Blindberry for a few cuts and scrapes with their green magic, but thankfully, he had no serious injuries from his kitty encounter.

The Blindberry nudged the King’s hand as they left the Infirmary. When the King leaned his head down to listen, the Blindberry informed him that he was hungry, starving actually. Absently rubbing the Blindberry’s itsy bitsy back, the King slithered into the storage pantry to find a snack for his new tiny charge. When asked about his favorite foods, the Blindberry rattled off a short list of baked goods, candies, and meat- all items that Vex kept on hand in the shop.

The King selected a cupcake and a slice of ham, both of which were nearly as large as the Blindberry himself, and carried the smaller bitty to his nest to eat in safety and comfort. The Blindberry ate until the King worried that he might explode. After the meal, the Blindberry yawned hugely, and the King offered to get him some blankets and pillows to sleep on. The Blindberry shook his head emphatically.

“I want to stay with you!” the Blindberry declared, and the King didn’t argue. He liked this bitty. The Blindberry reminded him of a cute little kitten.

In the days that followed, the Blindberry ran around exploring the shop with the helpful King slithering along behind him, warning him of any obstacles in his path. The King folded his scarf into a carrying pouch for the Blindberry whenever the bitty wore himself out. Each night, the King curled himself in a circle around the Blindberry to prevent him from wandering off and getting lost or injured.

The Blindberry had been living in the shop for over a week when the King overheard Vex mentioning a Blindberry over the phone.

“-found a Blindberry in the alley. It might be the one you’re looking for,” Vex said to the caller. Spotting the King, she waved him over. The Blindberry kept one hand pressed to the King’s tail while Vex explained the situation to them. A bitty rescue center was calling other bitty shops in the area to help a distraught owner track down their lost Blindberry. Vex described the owner, and the Blindberry spoke up.

“That’s my owner!”

Vex passed the information to the caller, and the King’s large body drooped a bit. The Blindberry had an owner who was looking for him. He was going to leave, to go home. The King felt happy that the two would be reunited, but he would miss the Blindberry’s company. The Blindberry patted the King’s scaly tail until the much larger bitty picked him up. The Blindberry curled up and fell asleep nuzzling his temporary caretaker’s hands.

The owner burst into the shop a few hours later like a cyclone, tension subsiding into relief when they saw the King standing at the front desk with their missing Blindberry in his cupped hands.

“Oh stars, thank you for finding him! A branch fell and broke one of our windows during the thunderstorm, and my poor little guy got disoriented and wandered outside. I’m just so glad he’s alright,” the owner babbled breathlessly, reaching for their Blindberry.

The Blindberry awoke with a massive yawn, stretching like one of the cats who’d almost dusted him. He recognized his owner’s voice immediately and leapt to his little feet. When they touched him to let him know that they were close, he purred softly, then latched onto the King’s long phalanges. Though his owner tugged him gently, the Blindberry refused to relinquish his hold.

With an exasperated sigh, the owner looked the King up and down.

“I don’t suppose you’re interested in coming home with us? I’d actually appreciate having someone around to help keep an eye on him, especially when I’m not home,” they offered, and the King would’ve jumped for joy if it wasn’t so undignified. The Blindberry had no such reservations involving dignity, and shouted loudly with joy, dancing around in the King’s hands.

The happy reunion became a happy adoption and an even happier homecoming.

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nad-zeta · 4 years ago

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Match up!(｡◕‿◕｡)

Hi! Can I have a matchup?If yes,thanks!❤ Appearence-wise:

I’m 5'11 female,I have long brown hair with dark brown eyes and glasses.I’m a scorpio-libra(moon) and an INTJ-A.

Personality-wise:

●Close friends describe me as mysterious,intelligent,cool and a loner.I’m really bad at expressing my feelings.I rarely smile but I tried to.

●People are intimidated at me even some of the teachers,because I have a resting bitch face and a blank expression cause I don’t know how to express my feelings.

●At first I will be cold and distant,so you must have a lot of patience to befriend me.But once you have earn my trust I will be a loyal,passionate and a huge softie around you.

●My love language is Physical touch and quality time together.

●I love listening to classical and pop song.I listen to lofi when studying.

Likes and disilikes:

●I like being in a quiet and peaceful place because it can easily calm me down when I get angry.

●I hate anything/anyone that is loud because whenever I hear someone shouting or screaming at each other because it make me scared and angry but mostly scared.

Hobbies:

●I love to read,playing piano/keyboard,drawing,listening to music and playing with cats.

Affection:

●I’m not used to PDA but welcomed it.

●I’m really touch starved because I never really grew up with an affectionate parents.

Fun facts:

●I’m really oblivious when it comes to someone’s feelings for me.

●I have unintentionally friend-zoned all of my best friends.

●I have a lot of scars on my body,especialy my legs.But my biggest insecurity is my right hand’s pinky.I broke it when I was 5 years old and never when to the hospital,so to this day my pinky is still broken and a lot of people have made fun of me because of it,so I’m insecure about it.

●I’m good at archery and shooting(using air-rifle of course).

●I’m love cats but I’m allergic to them😭I still play and hug them until my allergies is killing me.

●I’m scared of children because they are full of energy and its terifiying me.

●I’m very smart but lazy,so most people were shocked when I get good grade even when I slept during most of my class.

Anyways, sorry if it’s too long! Wish you the best, Thanks❤.ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁).

Hi hi, Love! 😊🌻❤Thank you so much for the request, also sorry for making you wait sooooooooo long! 😳😳 also its been a hot minute since ive done a match up so forgive me if its not as good as the previous ones😭🙈😱😱😳Hope you have the best day! and i hope you enjoy this, sending you all the hugs! @shower-wizard

So I match you with…………. Mitsunari

You had just saved the ‘all so great Nobunaga’ from the raging fires at the Honnō-Ji temple. As such, he decided to reward you by granting you the title of princess and allowing you to spend the rest of your days living in the lap of luxury in his castle. One would think being offered such a unique reward would at least provoke the slightest bit of emotion in you yet none crossed your features.

Your resting bitch face and calm, cool demeanour caught everyone’s attention, raising a few suspicious eyebrows among the warlords. Predominantly those of Hideyoshi who was convinced that you were hiding something behind that blank expression.

This man DID NOT TRUST YOU. This, of course, caused him to keep a very close eye on you, even more so when you had befriended one of his closest vassals, Mitsunari.

This angel took a massive liking to you from day one.

Mitsunari could sense that you were a big old sweetheart even with that stern expression resting upon your lips. He wasted no time at all, beaming at you from across the room on your first day, even offering to show you around. You gave the man a small nod and followed after him as he took you all over the castle showing you everything from the kitchens to the library.

You couldn’t help but gravitate towards Mitsunari. He was always wearing a bright sunny smile, making you feel welcome without being overbearing. You loved that he was calm and quiet as opposed to the loud Masamune who had been pestering you from day one.

He was always so kind and thoughtful, popping in to visit you and bringing you small little thoughtful gifts. Once he found out you were a fellow scholar he was beyond overjoyed, his eyes lit up in pure delight, and since that day he couldn’t help but bring you new books every day.

The pair of you would spend hours discussing book recommendations and suggestions, and Mitsunari would always be bringing you one or other new book to read. He loved to watch the way your eyes would light up whenever he would clumsily give you the book, saying that it was one of his new favourite. Oh and his heart always melts on the spot when you come by his room later that day to return the book, all while happily telling him how much you adored it.

He quickly picked up from your various tea dates, that you were rather clever, and absolutely loved to engage in a more intellectual conversations with you.

The thing you adored the most about this sweet ray of sunshine is that he respects your boundaries and slowly but surely managed to wiggle himself into your heart.

The day the two of you cuties got close and truly befriended one another, was the day that Mitsunari’s cat went missing.

You had been feeling rather uninspired with your drawing and art lately, so you decided that a change of scenery was in order to gain some much-needed inspiration. You slowly made your way to a secluded part of the castle gardens and instantly felt inspired to draw it. It was a lush green garden, filled with various vibrant flowers, and in the heart of this secret garden was a small crystal clear pond.

You found a wooden bench and sat down, enjoying the calm serenity of this mystical garden, when suddenly the bushes beside you started to rustle. You stumbled back falling off the bench with a thud as the rustling sound only got louder.

You looked over at the bush in fear, too paralyzed to move. When out of nowhere you heard a small meow. You curiously watched the bush for a few more moments when a small grey blob came flying out of the bush, tumbling straight to your face. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a little squeak in surprise.

Slowly opening your eyes, you saw two big green eyes staring back at you. It was a small grey kitten that had jumped from the bushes to playfully attack you. You sighed a breath of relief and carefully reached out your hand as to not further startle the already on edge kitten. The little kitty cautiously inched closer to sniff your hand before nuzzling his tiny head in your palm. The small cat purred in delight as you moved to gently stroke his soft fur. You smiled over at the cat who seemed to be loving all the attention.

While you played with the kitten, Mitsunari appeared seemingly out of thin air, concerned painted across his face. He rushed to your side to ask you whether you had seen his beloved cat and the moment he spotted the kitten nestled in your arms his panic expression morphed back into his angelic smile, “Oh there you are kitty!"

He crouched down beside you and joined you in stroking the soft cat’s fur. You couldn’t help but blush when the pair of you looked up at the exact same moment to lock eyes. "Thank you so much for taking care of my dear Kitty.” A slither of a smile made its way to your lips as you observe Mitsunari pick up ‘Kitty’ to examine him for injuries, “You see me, I was so lost in thought while walking back to my room, that I didn’t even see poor Kitty’s tail sticking out from the bottom of the bookcase."

The poor angels face morphed into pain as he recalled the hiss and pained meow Kitty let go of as he sprinted off, startled by the sudden attack. Mitusnari looked at his cat, apologetically, "I’m sorry I stepped on your tail and scared you.” As if all was forgiven, the little kitten rubbed up against Mitsunari and purred. The scene before you was so sweet you couldn’t help but beam at the two cuties.

The moment Mitsunari saw the slighter of a smile pulling at the corner of your lips, he was beyond overjoyed. The pair of you spent the rest of the afternoon together chatting and playing with the little grey kitten. Although the moment Mitsunari spotted the small rash start on your hands, his eyes filled with worry.

The second you saw the man’s gaze fall onto your hands, you immediately hid them away, not because of the rash but instead because of your own insecurities. “Oh I didn’t mean to offend you, I’m sorry for staring, it’s just, are you alright? that rash looked rather sore.” His eyes were filled with genuine concern and his voice held no malic.

You stared at the man in confusion, you had thought that he was staring at your pinky, silently judging it, “You weren’t looking at my pinky?” He shook his head, “Why would I look at your pinky? Has the rash spread to it as well?” his eyes were now staring down at you innocently as he held out his hands for you to place your small one in his.

You slowly brought your hands forward to show the man, “This is why?” It was now Mitsunari’s turn to be confused. He carefully took your hands in his to examine it, bewildered expression crossing his features. “Your hands are so small and cute, I love them. I honestly have no idea what is wrong with your pinky.” The way his amethyst eyes shone with pure innocence told you that what he had said was true.

He clasped your hands in his, as lilac eyes gazed at the small bumps littering your skin. “Now, about this rash?"

You had explained to him that despite your love for cats that you were actually rather allergic. His eyes widened as he pulled you to your feet gently taking hold of your hand. He led you to his room where he pulled out a jar of salve that Ieyasu had made for him a while back, "I was also fairly allergic to Kitty’s fur when I first got him, but I found that this salve that Ieyasu made really helps."

He delicately rubbed the cream into your hands, lost in the same trancelike state he would be in whenever he would read.

It was then that Hideyoshi burst through the door, accusing you of seducing his vassal. Cue your stone-cold bitch face returning.

If it weren’t for Mitsunari’s calm presence, you might have lost it. You were brimming with anger and frustration with the man, for loudly bursting into the room and throwing around accusations. It was then that Mitsunari stood up for you and started singing your praise to Hideyoshi. He told the man what a wonderfully kind soft-hearted person you were and then proceeded to carefully lift up your hand to show him the remnants of the rash on your skin that was quickly fading thanks to the healing properties of the magical salve.

His eyes widened when he had realized he might have misjudged you based off of initial appearance and impressions.

Over time, you had come to love spending time with Mitsunari. Often the two of you would simply just be in the same room and do your own thing. He would read, and you would draw or play music. The two of you were inseparable. Always together doing one or other fun activity.

Your love for shooting and archery actually encouraged Mitsunari to get his nose out of the books more and join you for practice, which surprised many of his fellow warlords.

Mitsunari also loved to listen to your music on the keyboard/piano, this boy will happily sit and listen to any and every melody and song you produce, all while boasting about it to his fellow warlords. His absolute favourite is when you practise in his room while he reads. He love the way the soft soothing melodies wash over him like an ocean of calmness.

The two of you honestly were like two lovesick puppies when you were together, yet both of you too oblivious to the others feelings, landing you in the best friend zone. That is when mama bear Yoshi decided to take things into his own hands.

Through the weeks of knowing you and spending time with you, Mitsunari has only grown into a better person. All the warlords had noticed a change in Mitsunari. He was less absent minded, and he actually started taking better care of himself, thanks to your gentle guidance. After witnessing the positive changes in the castle’s resident angel, the whole castle gets involved in your affairs, trying their best to push you two together.

It wasn’t until one day during a banquet, when Ieyasu decided that enough was enough after watching the two of you, chilling in the corner of the room enjoying each others company and the soft music that played in the background. Mitsunari knew you hated loud noises and crowded, so during these dinners, he would make a point of it to take you to a place in the room that was more chilled and relaxed. After watching the two of you cuties laugh and discuss your favourite books obliviously, Ieyasu finally decided to say something, "Hey you two fluff for brains, can you please stop dancing around the fact that both of you obviously love each other and just get on with it, listening to Masamune and Mitsuhide bet on the two of you like some pack horses is getting irritating.” And with that, the blond porcupine rolled his eyes, scoffed and left the room in a huff.

Both of you were furiously blushing at the porcupine’s comment. You dared to glance up, to take a sneak peek at Mitsunari’s face, and that’s when you saw his eyes brimming with love and affection for you. “You love me?” he looked up at you earnestly, and the second you gave a small nod, he leapt forward to crush you in the warmest of hugs. “I’m so happy! I love you too!”

The two of you giggled and spent the rest of the evening as usual. In fact the only thing that had changed between the two of you since transitioning into a relationship was that Mitsunari would give you an endless amount of cuddles and kisses. After you told him how touched starved you low key were, he was more than happy to show you just how much he loved you through small loving touches and gestures.

This man absolutely loves to hold your small hands in his, in fact he loves your hands. Whether the two of you are out in the markets together or simply enjoying each other company during banquets, he will insist on holding your hand.

This man is also a sucker for comfort, sit on his lap and rest your head in the crook of his neck while he reads and he will melt into a puddle of goo.

HE loves to just hold you in his arms and nuzzle into your hair. Beware this man will attack your face with sweet, playful little kisses. His favourite being small ticklish Eskimo or butterfly kisses.

The two of you cuties could often be found nestled in each other’s arms in the secret garden where the two of you first befriended each other. Both enjoying the warmth and peace of the other company as you would share a lakeside picnic.

I hope you enjoyed this dear!❤❤🌻

#ishida mitsunari #ikesen mitsunari #ikemen sengoku mitsunari #ikesen mitsunari fanfiction #mitsunari ishida #matchups #match ups #mitsunari matchup #submission

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babywarg · 5 years ago

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A drpepperony proposal/wedding please? im thinking if you go with the wedding that would be more symbolic since u legally can't have 3 but it would be cute to see them exchanging their own vows and ring/other jewelry privately with their closest friends and family and 'making it official' ofc stephen would get overwhelmed by the love from his partners and his new family 💖

Hi, anon! I’m sorry this didn’t turn out to be a traditional serious “official” ceremony, with friends and family and vows, etc…but I still hope you enjoy reading!

I have no idea how to describe wedding dresses, feel free to come up with your own design 😆 Feel free to think up the music they used for the dance, too, because otherwise the whole montage plays out in my head to this song.

[obnoxious note, 8/24/2019: NOT ACCEPTING NEW PROMPTS AT THE MOMENT. Thank you for understanding 💕]

Let’s Get Married

Tony had wanted to go to Vegas.

Pepper had no specific ideas, but made it clear she thought Vegas was a shitty idea.

As the two of them argued, Stephen realized it was best that he decide for the three of them. But when they were all relatively mellow and fuzzy from what Tony simply called “alien juice,” Stephen included, getting one’s thoughts together wasn’t easy.

(Tony’s fault: he’d been wanting to celebrate their third year of being together as a trio. “Three’s our lucky number, right?” And he really, really wanted to do it with alcohol.

(Stephen, being the doctor, and Pepper, being the most sensible of them all, put their feet down and told him alcohol was off the table.

(Still, Tony insisted on having something. So it was up to Stephen to get creative. And bum some “alien juice” off an absolutely-legal-you-can’t-prove-it’s-not apothecary he met in another dimension.

(It was a liquid that mimicked the effects of alcohol - including, at times, memory loss the morning after - but did not damage the human liver or caused hangovers.

(Stephen had to get creative more than once that night, it seemed...)

Fortunately, one side effect of the liquid they’d imbibed was a freer mental state, so he was able to access the necessary information from his mind palace without trouble.

There was a dimension where there were no fauna at all - only flora, of different hues and shapes.

Some of the plant life took on the form and behaviors of animals; there would be butterflies made of translucent leaves. Birds made of tiny flowerheads that fluttered in the perpetual breeze.

And there was color. So much color. It was always daytime in that dimension, and soft light always shone, casting rainbows as shadows and making everything shimmer.

There was a large cavern the size of a concert hall. Instead of a roof, what it had was a long, wide tunnel opening up to ground level, lined with vines and a magnificent, pleasantly fragrant assortment of living flowers.

For a while now, Stephen had been planning to take Pepper and Tony there.

It was the perfect place for a wedding.

***

“Oh, Stephen,” Pepper gasped, “this is beautiful.”

While Pepper was busy taking in the new environment, Tony glared at his boyfriend. “And you never took us here before why?”

“I was saving it,” Stephen huffed. “For a special occasion or something, Iunno.” He was still rather tipsy. Though, he liked to tell himself, not as tipsy as the other two.

“This occasion is plenty special, isn’t it?” Tony argued. “So can you, like…magic up some nice clothes for us? I suddenly feel a little underdressed, with my jeans and my Hello Kitty shirt.”

They were a bit underdressed, Stephen acknowledged. They were all in casual wear, for a simple night out on the town, armed with a formidable supply of “alien juice” and the intent to have fun.

Getting married was a spur of the moment thing. And they were laughing as they all agreed to it, so Stephen wasn’t all that sure they were serious.

But damned if he wasn’t going to milk this moment for all it had.

“Okay, okay.” He cleared his throat. Made a few hand motions that he knew to be a bit overdramatic…

And in the blink of an eye, Tony was in a posh, classic tuxedo. So was Stephen.

The latter’s outfit was just a little flashier, with the Cloak of Levitation hanging down the back of his shoulders, disguised as a red cape (it had been disguised as a red scarf earlier that evening. Stylish either way).

But Pepper…Pepper was in something that made her look like a dream.

It was a proper white wedding dress, sans the traditional veil. It seemed to be made of diamonds and lace, but on closer inspection was made of satin petals and frozen dew: a perfect blend with the delicate scenery.

Stephen was fascinated. He hadn’t had a specific kind of dress in mind, but he figured his altered mental state had something to do with how it turned out.

That is, some part of him must have always wanted to see Pepper dressed like this.

Pepper could hardly believe it, herself. She turned this way and that, admiring how smoothly the dress flowed around and against her.

“Look at this!” she cried, when she’d caught her breath. “I’m fricking gorgeous!”

“Yes, you fricking are,” Tony immediately agreed, stepping up to her and taking her by the hand.

Beaming, she held out her other hand to Stephen, who took it without hesitation.

“So, we getting married now?” she asked.

Stephen tipsily stammered, “I forgot to ask what demoni–dinom–dinimation–”

“The fastest,” Tony snapped. “C’mon, can’t keep the nuptial bed waiting!”

Stephen had to laugh at that first. Then he took Tony’s hand so the three of them formed a circle.

He closed his eyes. Their hands started to glow. When he opened his eyes again the glow disappeared, and there were simple gold bands on their left ring fingers.

Tony and Pepper held their hands up to the light, marveling at how the low light struck off the magic metal and seemed to make it glow.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Tony exclaimed. He turned to Stephen, then to Pepper. “I do, I do, now we’re married, let’s go home.”

“Wait,” Pepper interrupted. “Can’t we stay here just a little bit longer? I really like this place.”

“We should at least stick around for a bridal dance,” Stephen suggested. “If you guys are up for that.”

Tony grinned. He really wasn’t as eager to go home as he had been saying, and Stephen could tell the romantic setting was getting under his skin, too.

“Fine,” he declared, “one dance. Each. Cue the Iron Maiden, if you please.”

Stephen grunted. Indeed. He had other music in mind.

From nowhere, the sound of string instruments drifted in, echoed softly in the cavern. It seemed to disturb some of the butterflies and birds that nested in the vines; they fluttered about listlessly.

Tony laid his hands on Pepper’s waist. Pepper threw her arms around his neck.

And they danced.

So lost in each other’s eyes they were, that they didn’t notice until several steps in: they had been dancing upwards.

Rising up the tunnel that ended in a majestic view of the sapphire sky.

Soon, buoyed up by the Cloak, Stephen joined them in the air, a self-satisfied twinkle in his eyes. Tony gently broke away from Pepper and grabbed him by the waist, pulled him close.

“My beautiful madman,” he said softly.

They managed to waltz a few steps, then Tony leaned up for a kiss, and Stephen promptly melted into it.

After a while he felt Pepper’s hands on his own, where they lay on Tony’s shoulders. At this signal, Tony pulled away, and Stephen drifted into Pepper’s arms.

They laughed, they fell into thoughtful silences, they kissed, they changed partners, they somehow managed to find a way to dance together, all three at once, and they kissed even more. Song after song after song played, with the flowers they were surrounded with swaying in the endless wind, and sunlight making everything around them shine.

***

Floating in a glimmering cavern, holding both his loved ones close, Stephen had never been more in love than he was then.

This whole affair might have been done on a whim. For the rush. For the pure joy of living in the moment.

The after-effects of the “alien juice” were harmless, but upredictable. In the morning, one or two or all three of them might wake up in their shared bed wondering why they had rings on, what the heck happened the night prior.

But Stephen didn’t care. And he was quite sure Tony and Pepper didn’t, either. They would keep the rings. Cherish whatever memories would remain of the evening.

And maybe someday, they would come back to this place, with friends and family to witness a more formal event.

This was, as far as Stephen was concerned, a long time coming…

And definitely a much better idea than Vegas.

#drpepperony #ironstrange #drpepper #pepperony #tony stark #stephen strange #pepper potts #iron man #doctor strange #anon asks

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notgonnarememberthis · 6 years ago

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A Winter Wonderland

This is the last of my pre-written material before I drop off the face of the earth again. I was working pretty well paced on a lengthy fic (which I’m hoping to get up before February at least,, oof) but I got hit with what I can only describe as a health crisis cause neither me nor the doctors know what the fuck is wrong with me. I’ve been dizzy and generally disoriented for a couple of days so it’s made concentrating on fic writing difficult to say the least.

As a whole I was not too happy with this when I wrote it hence why I put off posting it for so long but when doesn’t this fandom need cute domestic joanlock fluff? So here it is anyways hope you enjoy while I WebMD my symptoms

Sherlock watches with an amused smile on his face as Leo escapes his mother’s grasp dropping unceremoniously to the ground. Excitement sparkles in the young boy’s eyes as he spies the snowflakes raining down from the sky. However, before he can make his grand escape outside the restaurant his mother catches him by the back of his collar.

“Coat.” Joan had perfected her authoritative voice after living with him for so many years. Even with his exuberance the boy doesn’t dare question his mother’s commands sticking up his little arms so that she can help it on him. She kneels down to his height helping him with the zip before placing a kiss on his cheek despite loud squealing protests. He can’t help the grin that fights to spread across his lips. Rather he tucks it a way with a clearing of his throat.

He holds Watson’s coat out for her helping her shrug it on as she did for her son. She reaches out and takes the three year old’s hand as they step out into the cold night.

The rush of bitter wind makes him wince and he almost misses the immediate look of wonder that spreads across Leo’s face. The two detectives follow the gaze and spot the cause of wonder at the same time.

Across the street is a large carriage decorated with garland and garish red ribbons with excessive golden sparkles. A man sits in the steering position in a large black coat and a top hat, holding the reins to a dark brown horse shaking its mane. The man seems to spot Leo as they step out as he tips the brim of his hat towards him. Uncharacteristically shy, he feels tiny hands grip the back of his pants as he hides behind his leg.

In a bold move he sweeps up the boy and strides towards the carriage. He can hear Watson’s gasp and protests but he decides to ignore him. “May we pet your horse Mr?”

“Blakley,” The man introduces himself with a wide-toothed grin. His eyes wrinkle at the corners and he feels Leo tuck his mop of curls into his shoulder. “Her name is Maybelle.”

He mouths a thank you to the man before stepping to the horse. He’s careful to avoid the patches of ice shining in the light of the street lamps. He feels the iron tight grip loosen on his collar a bit. A quick peek tells him that Leo’s shyness is shrinking away. The wonder has returned full force as dark eyes meet chestnut ones.

Sherlock sticks his hand out first, petting the neck of the beast. “Hello Maybelle.” He says softly. He shifts the boy urging him to stick out his own hand. Tiny fingers brush the fur against his own.

“Hi Belle.” It’s a whisper only Sherlock can hear but he feels the warmth spread through him instantly. He hears the snap of the camera behind him and spies Watson’s smile next. So rarely did he see such a genuine smile cross her lips. He swears he even sees tears sparkling in her eyes.

“Shall we take a ride?” His statement startles mother and child both.

“Can we?” The boy gasps.

“We have work.” Although Sherlock can hear the wistfulness in her voice. They’ve been busy on a particularly rough case all week and Leo is getting much too old to see the violent images posted up on the walls. Often it’s handled with Joan’s multitasking or playdates with Kitty and Archie but this case commands her attention. It was the first time they were able to eat together as a family all week.

The night had been filled with excited broken chatter recounting the last playdate where Archie introduced Leo to the world of Star Wars and the floor is lava. Watson had nearly spit out her tea when he’d mentioned that Kitty played with them. He can hardly imagine someone as brooding as Kitty bouncing on cushions proclaiming imaginary danger. As it got later he could feel the dread looming over them. Eventually they would have to drop Leo off at Mrs. Hudson’s and Watson and him were to whisk off to analyze the crime scene once again.

“And I’m sure if you sent Marcus that picture of his favorite godson he’ll be more than understanding if we’re a bit tardy.” She purses her lips at his statement. Her face reads it all, she knows he’s right and she is hardly more impervious to the big puppy eyes of the toddler in his arms than he is.

“Fine.” She sighs reluctantly but a wide smile tugs at her lips. He grins offering her a hand as she climbs up the stairs in her heeled boots. Gingerly, he passes Leo up to her where she settled them both onto the cushioned seat. He climbs up next taking his seat so that the little boy is nestled between them.

The soft sounds of hooves clopping on the streets fill the night air as the three of them relax. It is barely twenty minutes into the ride before he feels the weight Leo shift. He climbs into his mother’s lap burrowing his nose into her neck. Wordlessly, Sherlock reaches behind them pulling out two blankets. Watson mouths a thank you wrapping the first blanket around her son, the other she uses one hand to hook it over her shoulders before holding out the other half for him.

“No I’m fine.”

“Yeah and the last thing I need is Bell getting on me for letting you catch a cold out here because you refuse to share a blanket.”

“Actually you can’t-”

“Just get over here.” The ‘mom voice’ comes back and he has no choice but to scoot over so his side is pressing against hers. In the strangest way the closeness does not feel awkward nor forced. He feels the warmth radiating off of her layered body and is sure she feels the same.

He watches her in moments where she’s not paying attention. Her eyes trace over New York as if seeing it for the first time. It’s stunning that despite knowing Leo’s adopted and having been through the procedures alongside her, he can still see resemblances between mother and child. Particularly their dark captivating eyes that demand attention. His breath catches when those eyes suddenly meet his catching him staring.

“Did you know that carriage operators aren’t supposed to ride in temperatures below 19 degrees?” He can hear it in her tone of voice, she already knows the answer to her question. He partially wonders how long it took her to deduce that Mr. Blakely is, in fact, one of his irregulars hired for the purpose of this carriage ride.

Part of him wonders if he should keep up the facade or give in. “Leo likes horses,” He finally relents under her scrutinous gaze.

“Well I think it’s sweet. Thank you.” Warmth spreads through his chest at her approval.

They reach the Brownstone far too soon for his liking but he knows the night had to end eventually. Watson carefully passes a sleeping Leo on to Mrs. Hudson while he tips the driver and thanks him.

As they make their way to the police station he feels Watson’s hand brush up against his. He tries to catch her gaze but she stares forwards as if she didn’t notice the contact at all. He partially believes he imagined it until it happens again. The soft touches continue all the way there.

And he was right, Bell didn’t complain.

#joanlock #Sherlock Holmes #joan watson #sherlock holmes x joan watson #sherlock x joan #leo watson #marcus bell #domestic #fanfic #a winter wonderland #elementary #elementary cbs #elementary AU

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[181117] B.A.P Forever Tour in Philadelphia - Highlight of my Life

This was really one of the best concerts I’ve ever gone to. Despite being skeptical of JSJ from the beginning, I was still willing to risk it and buy the tickets. I was debating for a while to drop $400 or not for m&g but when you think about it, it was only $30 per photo with each of the boys (+ a hat, hoodie, and whistle) so that’s HELLA worth it. So I dropped nearly $600 for this concert but for real it was SO worth it. I was even willing to go down by bus all by myself and possibly wandering the streets of philly late at night for it but luckily was able to catch a ride!

These two BABYz gave out numbers from the very beginning like they marked down if you were plat or baby package and in the end JSJ and fans actually honored them! It was really great cuz we were able to leave the line to go to the bathroom or get food! BABYz around me were so nice and friendly too ;u; When it was time to go in to soundcheck and for the concert, we all actually got in order! It was REALLY nice like wow thank you philly babyz!! We were let in a little late for soundcheck cuz apparently bap was doing some kind of interview?? As for soundcheck, it was sooOOOoooOOO good!!! They kinda mixed up plat and baby but oh well whatever I still got like 3rd row so *^* WOOHOO! The stage was up really high and the venue was quite small, but philly crowd’s passion was explosive and powerful!! At the beginning of soundcheck Zelo kept like peeking out from the backstage door *^* they were ODing the fog machine so you could only see silhouettes at the door sometimes OTL. Daehyun was the first to come out! He came in this big puffer jacket and had earphones and and was smiling so cutely!! That wonderful wonderful kitty smile!! OH MY HEART PLEASE HAVE MERCY!! And then the others came out! <3 Zelo was wearing like PJ pants lmao the same one he wore in that IG pic of him in the truck, jongup was wearing leather (i think.....), himchan wore the tour hoodie, and youngjae wore a long coat. BUT YEAH the first song they did was TMJ and the crowd was hella LIT!!! Like everyone was singing their lungs out and jumping and being really really excited! We all started jamming out hardcore at the very first note of TMJ and I just knew it was about to be epic. BAP was sooo happy!! They really enjoyed it as well! And then they did DWIF and omfg daehyun was soooo cute cuz we were so loud during the OH!! part that he was like :O!!!!! and gave us two thumbs up!! The others were really happy too!! And then Zelo was controlling the crowd with his hands LOL like he was making us go side to side like a wave and then jongup was doing this weird dance too lmaooo we hyped up each other so much! It was soo much fun ;A; too bad we couldn’t record but JSJ got a ( video )~!! Like just listen to BABYz singing along at the beginning!! ( dh shocked at 0:41, thumbs up at 0:51)

We had to go back outside again after the concert and that’s when the line got a little messy since now there was also GA peeps and the sidewalk is only so big to fit like 3 different lines. But it worked out in the end and we got in order!! AND YA GIRL GOT FCKN 2ND ROW HEEEEEEEEELLLL YEAHH!! I had a GREAT view!! There was actually quite a lot of space and like NO pushing!! (except this one bishhhh but whatever that’s another story -.- i’ll delete her from my memory) But wow pit was fCKN great like wow the fanchants!! The whistles!! NO PUSHING!! LIKE WHAT WOOOW I LOVE YOU (this was an all standing venue btw). When we were waiting for the concert to start, they played a bunch of their songs and everyone was scream-singing the lyrics (well more like trying to LOL we can’t korean) We had our own bap concert with an empty stage lmaooo

AND AHHHH BAP WAS SOOOO GOOD AT FANSERVICE!!! Himchan noticed me like several times i fucking cRy!! He looked and waved at mee TWICE and like gestured to focus on zelo for recording and taking pics when it was his part AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Like last year he saw me struggling in pit (cuz that was HELL) and looked worried I CRY and he smiled at me too huuuhuuu himchan youre a fckn angel I LOVE YOU!!! I made a half heart at daehyun and hE FCKN COMPLETED IT I WAS ABOUT TO FCKN DIE RIGHT THEN AND THERE LIKE !!!!!!!!!!!! JOngup threw so many hearts and kisses at the crowd and youngjae blew so many kisses!! They were waving as much as possible to fans and daehyun, bless his heart, kept saying thank you!!thank you!! at any chance he could get!

During Q&A, bap spent the longest time arguing about harry potter houses pmsl and then yj was just like idk i never watched it (shame on you bro) and then himchan was like EXPECTRO PATRONUM!! (nerrRRRddddd). Jongup said he was fckn Dobby like bruH thats not even a house!!! YJ was like forget this!! and said, “PASS!!” Himchan said that he was Slytherin and then jongup said that Himchan would be fkcn Snape and did this dramatic coat sweeping straightening up his back thing LOL so himchan said Jongup would be a muggle pmsl Zelo did like a broom riding imitation??? irdk.... Next question was what was your favorite song that you’ve ever made. Jongup answered Photo and sang a little of it (so then where is the studio version biiSHHHhh) but lol BABYz were like SEXY CLAP!!!!!! Youngjae pulled out a question, looked at it and was like NOPE! and put it back pmsl! The next question was what tricks can Mochii do and then youngjae was frckn like body slamming zelo and jongup lmaooo. Zelo was sooooo cute he was telling the story of how Mochii bit in all in English!! He said how he was eating and was struggling to explain that Mochii was under the table so BABYz were helping him! He said that he dropped cheese and then Mochii went to eat it but Zelo tried to stop him. Mochii bit and and then Zelo was like “ooh! bloood! my dog is ...wildlife” but the way he said blood was soo cute like the oo in moon instead of “blud” This sweet precious boy!! His English was so good!!!! The next question was to sing happy birthday to a BABY named Jenny (wow you LUCKY girl im sooo jelly omfg). So Zelo sings her hbd really dramatically lmao and they give her their sweaty towel and Zelo gave her a water bottle too!! They’re so sweet!!!!!!!

During their other talk segment, Youngjae was like since our tour in america, philly has been the most passionate! So we all SCREAMED and cheered like crazy! Daehyun was like hold up!! AGAIN! and went to grab a phone. He made us all scream and cheer again so he could record it. The boys kept gesturing to scream louder and more and were totally enjoying the cheers! I hope we conveyed our love for them well enough!! Also Daehyun release that footage soon pls!!! He told us we did a good job screaming lmaoo! Youngjae kept making sounds for us to repeat lmao like ooOOoooo (idk how to describe it LOL) and then was like “maestro!” when trying to silence us with his fingers like a conductor LOL but we kept screaming things LOL someone was like “this is my first kpop concert!!” so youngjae was like “sounds good!” and gave a thumbs up. Jongup also did the conductor thing hahahah Daehyun promised to come back again next year and I REALLY REALLY hope that they do!!!!

The solos were beyond amazing. Like rewatching youngjae and daehyun’s solos made me tear up like how do such beautiful voices exist in this world? Did I really hear those ethereal voices in real life? It was sooo mesmerizing and breathtaking! Youngjae’s gorgeous baritone voice singing that smooth ballad huuuhuuu my heEArt!!! Daehyun’s heartwrenchingly beautiful voice, song, and lyrics wow let me just lie down and drown in my tears rn bYE! DaeUp’s duet was so cool, Jongup’s TML was perfect as usual, Zelo’s solo was sinful oh my those hip and that peach *blushes* it was suuuper fun and Zelo enjoyed it a LOT too!!! He lifted up his shirt!!

THEN IT WAS M&G TIME!!! They set up the background right in front of the stage. We lined up to go in and bap was standing like: jongup, youngjae, daehyun, himchan, zelo! It was plat individual photos first, then baby group + hi-touch, then plat group + hi-touch. BABYz really went for it!! Like a lot of us got hugs! We were able to watch the whole m&g but they didnt let us have our phones out ;A; (and I also had used up all 6.5 GB of space on my phone OTL) BAP were SOOOOOOOO sweet UGH we stan literal ANGELS!! They love BABYz so fricken much!! JSJ was sooo nice to allow a lot of fan interactions AHHHHHHHH BAP did a lot of cute poses and played around with BABYz! LEt mE TELL YOU THAT BAP IS SERIOUSLY SOOOO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL, HANDSOME, GORGEOUS, STUNNING, MESMERIZING, UP CLOSE HOW DID MY HEART EVEN SURVIVE?????? I GOT TO BEAR HUG EVERYONEEEE THEYRE ALL SO TALL AND IM HELLA SMOL SO THEY HAD TO SQUAT DOWN FOR ME HUUHUU THYE LIKE PATTED MY BACK DURING THE HUGS TOO AHHHHHH WE HAD A DECENT AMOUNT OF TIME WITH ALL OF THEM!!! I TOLD DAEHYUN I SAW HIM IN KOREA IN ASU AND HE WAS LIKE OOOOOH THANK YOU!!! CURSES TO MY TINY AF VOICE CUZ I DONT THINK THEY ALL EVEN REALLY HEARD WHAT I SAID SOMETIMES!!! I told Zelo he was too tall for me lmaooo I really wanna see how much he had to bend down for me! I seriously wished that my m&g was recorded but :((((((((((( After my m&g I legit squealed and hugged my friend lmao but the staff yelled at us for being too loud LMAO BUT GIRL WE JUST HUGGED FCKN KINGS LIKE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We tried to contain ourselves as much as possible LOL Daehyun said thank you out loud to a lot of BABYz after their m&g! Zelo kept dabbing at BABYz lmaooo a lot of them didnt notice tho cuz he would do it after they had already passed him HAHAHA when it was my hi-touch I dabbed at Zelo hahah and he dabbed back :D I wanted to get a group hug from them but i got too excited and FUCKING FORGOT to ask for a group hug *kicks myself* Now I wish I had written my name on a name tag (like “HI I’M JUNIE”) and hope they wouldve said “HI JUNIE” but I didnt OTL

I really wish I could relive the whole day. I wish I was able to record my m&g and got a group hug or them to say my name or I had said something more to them but it’s ok my heart is very very happy and I love bap soo much. My 7 year love for them continues and I will really love them forever. Let’s meet again soon, my loves! I’m looking forward to then~!

#i wrote this during the 2 hour drive back to the city #i actually ditched my friends that weekend to go to the concert LOL cuz it was the same weekend as an anime convention #but i dont regret it at all LOL im sorry friends #i still remember the m&g #i miss them a lot #this fanaccount is so cringe but hey its my feels #lowkey wish i can like steal the venue's security footage of the night lmao #gosh theyre so beautiful #i wish i couldve gotten that last group hug though huuhuu #oh yeah warning this thing is hella long #if you read it then wow #fanaccount #bap #reread this to relive that night #and now im sad #:(

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Undesirable Truth, Part 8

When I woke up, it felt like I had been hit by a truck. My head was pounding and all my extremities felt heavy and ached. My wound was screaming at me and it had an echo in my hand. At least it wasn’t so hard to breathe anymore. I began opening my eyes, everything around me felt so soft and warm... too warm. Why was it so hot? I didn't want to wake up just yet, but the heat was becoming unbearable. I reluctantly opened my eyes and found myself under a mountain of pillows! There was just enough of a small opening near my face so that I could breathe but everything else was completely covered. I sat up uneasily, the excess pillows tumbled down from the hammock and onto the floor. I had expected to be on Sonic’s couch, but I was pleasantly surprised to find myself in a hammock underneath Mt. Pillow & Blanket. There wasn’t any sound of the ocean but the breeze felt the same. I looked around and saw I was resting on the porch of a small cabin with a thatch roof. The hammock was set up between the two support beams for the porch. It was dark inside and really small, not much room for anything aside from a little stove for the kitchen and a little bed in the corner. It all looked hand made aside from the stove. I turned away from the dank little hut and saw it was in the middle of a tropical forest with palm trees swaying and bright greenery everywhere. I wondered if this was the place Sonic was talking about moving to. I finally climbed out of the pillow fort. As I rolled, an avalanche of pillows cascaded behind me. How does one even fit so many pillows in one hammock? And why? I carefully stumbled away from the hut; my legs were like noodles. There wasn’t any sign of my friends anywhere.

I stopped in the middle of the forest and wondered if maybe I should climb a tree to get a better view. I was still weary from the night before but my curiosity was getting the better of me. I started to climb the nearest tree and reached the first branch. I was struggling more than I thought I would, my injured arm was hurting with each movement so I stopped to rest. I looked up at the remaining distance I had to climb, I wasn’t even half way there. I looked down to start climbing back down and I was too far up to just jump. I didn’t have enough strength to climb down either. I sat there for a little while hoping that someone would find me up here. I watched spots of sunlight filter through the leaves and create a pattern on the ground. This wasn’t so bad after all and the breeze was a little stronger up in the trees.

Then I heard Knuckles call for me.

“I’m over here!” I called back.

He ran over, he was carrying a net full of mangos and had some branches and leaves stuck in his quills.

“What are you doing up there? I thought you were injured!” He scolded.

“I wanted to see where I was! So sue me for climbing a tree!” I pouted.

“Whatever, just get down here already. I got us breakfast.”

I shuffled a bit on my perch and tried to find a good foothold to start climbing down. There wasn’t much I could find. I sat back down and admitted:

“…I’m stuck.”

He laughed.

“Hey, shut up!” I exclaimed. “It’s not my fault you decided to leave me all alone!”

He set down his mango stash and started climbing up to get me as he still continued to chuckle.

“I leave you for one minute and you decide to get stuck in a tree?” He mused.

“Sh-shut up!”

“If I save you from here does that make me your hero? Or an honorary fireman?”

“Either way, you’re still a stupid jerk! Maybe I’ll kick you before you can reach me!”

“As if that would hurt?” He snorted and hoisted himself up to the branch I was sitting on.

I turned away and grumped at him.

“You want out of the tree or what?” He asked and reached for me.

I huffed and grabbed on. He lifted me onto his shoulders and climbed down. After setting me down he smirked.

“There!” He stated, “Now no more climbing trees for this little kitty.” He snickered and patted my head.

“Shut up! I’ll pull your tail again!”

He continued to laugh as he bent down to pick up the mangos, I wasn’t gonna let him off easy so I yanked his tail as a lesson.

He yelped and straighten his back.

“Hey! You leave that alone!” He exclaimed and batted my hand away.

“Quit laughing then! It’s not funny!”

“If you getting stuck in the tree isn’t funny, then I’m Froggy!”

“That’s it! You’ve earned it!” I dived for his tail again but he jumped out of the way.

I chased him around to try catching his tail, we danced around in a few circles before he took his breakfast and ran.

“Leave my tail alone!” He shouted.

“Call me a ‘little kitty’ again and I’ll put a knot in that tail!” I bellowed back as I chased him down.

“LITTLE KITTY!”

“GET YOUR SQUIGGLY TAIL BACK HERE, YOU BIG RED JERK!”

“It’s not SQUIGGLY!” He dropped the fruit and charged back at me.

I halted and stood ready. If it was a fight he wanted, it was a fight he was gonna get!

As soon as he was in range, I jumped to tackle him. It was enough to knock the wind out of him and he fell over onto his back. We both landed with an “OOF!”

After the dust settled, we looked at each other in surprise. He seemed shocked that I was able to topple him over. I was surprised too. We started to laugh. As he slowly sat up, he ruffled the fur on top of my head and stated,

“Looks like you still have a few surprises left in you.”

We got up and sat in front of the little hut to eat breakfast. As we ate together, I remembered to ask my questions.

“So, where are we?”

He grinned and puffed his chest a little bit and replied.

“We’re on Angel Island! This is my home!”

“You live in a makeshift shack on a tiny island?” I commented.

His pride deflated immediately.

“It’s not a tiny island! And what’s wrong with my house? I’d like to see you build a better one!”

He seemed very offended so I decided to leave the subject alone.

“Where is everyone?”

“Hmph…” he settled back down then replied, “Sonic and Tails are busy moving their house somewhere new and Amy’s moving too. They all thought it would be better if I took you home with me so you’d have a stable place to recover… How’s your arm doing?”

“Oh,” I quickly took a look at it, it seems he had replaced the bandages while I was asleep. “It’s a little sore still but it feels a lot better than last night.”

“Good.” He looked relieved, “It looked pretty bad when I stitched it back together.”

“YOU PUT STITCHES IN MY ARM?”

“Calm down! It was only a couple to keep it from healing weird, you should be thanking me!”

I started to feel queasy again, I shouldn’t have eaten all that mango!

“I can’t believe you ruined my arm!” I held it in grief.

“I didn’t ruin it! I fixed it! Are you gonna quit belly-aching about it already or are you going to pass out again?”

“I’ll have you know I lost a lot of blood! I don’t just pass out like that!”

“If it was blood loss then why are you totally fine today?”

“I… I don’t know! I’m not a doctor!”

“I’m not either and even I know it wasn’t blood loss that made you pass out.”

“What are you insinuating?” I growled and narrowed my eyes.

“Uh…”

“Choose your words carefully, echidna!”

“…Maybe yer just a-!”

“Don’t say it!”

He snickered, “A scaredy-cat.”

“AAAH! That’s it!” I lunged at him and started pulling his quills.

“Ow! Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Teaching you a lesson!”

He laughed and shoved me back, “That’s cute, but fun’s over. I’ve got work to do and you’ve gotta rest! And all this tree climbing and chasing me around probably hasn’t been helping.”

He picked me up under his arm and started carrying me from the house toward the thicker part of the woods.

“Hey! Put me down! Where are you taking me?” I demanded.

“I’m taking you to the Master Emerald.” He stated. “It’s my job to look after it and I obviously can’t leave you alone or else you’ll get stuck in another tree!” He started to snicker again.

“Hey! That’s not funny!” I punched his gut to try getting him to drop me, he only flinched.

“Pfff! You trying to hit me? All that does is tickle!”

“Shut up!”

He continued to laugh as he kept walking.

Amongst the trees there were gigantic mushrooms that were just as tall, if not taller than the trees themselves. I wondered if it was healthy to hang around them or not. In the distance there as a stone pyramid hidden within the foliage with a large green gem displayed at the top.

“Is that the Master Emerald?” I asked.

“Yup.”

“Why are you supposed to look after it?”

“I’m the guardian!” He said proudly.

“Mm’kay… does it do anything special or is it just a big shiny rock?”

“Well, sometimes- and only sometimes, if someone pure of heart asks the Master Emerald for help it will grant them power.”

“…Can I ask it to make me taller and stronger than you?”

He chuckled, “Nice try, Tiny! But it only listens to the pure of heart, remember?”

“I can be pure of heart! Just gotta make sure you aren’t around first.” I elbowed his stomach and he chuckled again.

As we were getting closer and closer to the pyramid my aches and pains were getting worst. My whole arm felt like it was burning. It was getting hard to breathe again and my limbs felt thick and heavy, like they were filled with cement. Knuckles must have heard me wheezing.

“You doing okay, Tiny?”

“I don’t know… It’s hard to breathe.”

“Hm… When we get to the top of the shrine the air should be clearer. I guess you’re more sensitive to the mushroom spores than I thought.”

“Who you calling sensitive, Big Baby?!” I jabbed his stomach again.

We weren’t even two steps closer and everything felt so hot. I asked Knuckles to set me down so I could rest on the ground for a bit. My vision was getting dark and all my other senses were being swallowed up in what I could only describe as a pulsing pressure wave that kept hammering me over and over. I looked at my hand, it looked like it was burned or something. Wasn’t that the hand that held the chaos emerald last night?

“…Chaos energy.” I managed to mutter.

“Tiny...?” Knuckles asked as he helped me sit up, “Geez, your heating up… Was it the mangos?”

I was too busy gasping for air to answer but I gave him a look that said enough. The mangos? As if.

“I’ll… take you down to the beach! The air should be clear there!”

As he was picking me back up, I felt a surge in the pressure oppressing me, it was like my body gave up trying to function through it.

When my senses returned, I heard the sound of ocean waves and the wind whipping at my face. I cracked my eyes open to find that Knuckles had rushed me to the shore of the island and was carrying me waist deep into the waves.

“…You’re gonna toss me into the ocean?” I croaked.

He looked at me with concern, “You doing okay? I didn’t know what else to do! When you said something about chaos energy, thought maybe getting you as far from the Master Emerald was best…”

I lifted my burned hand to show him what I meant, “I held the chaos emerald in this hand last night.”

He took a closer look, “Hm, you think the chaos emerald did this to you?”

I nodded.

“But that doesn’t make any sense! Why would…?” He stopped himself and thought for a moment, he turned very solemn. “Did Eggman do anything to you before we could save you?”

“No, I didn’t give him the chance!” I smirked wanly. My condition wasn’t improving much but I could at least breathe and talk for a little while.

He smiled, “I bet you didn’t! You feeling better?”

“Not by much. But I think I’ll be alright.”

“I guess in that case, I’ll take you back to the house and you can rest there while I go guard the Master Emerald. Think you can resist climbing any trees until I get back?”

“I’ll do my very best…” I griped.

I spent the whole rest of the day napping in the hammock. Knuckles never did explain what Mt. Pillow was all about, but I didn’t have any strength left in me to ask. For a majority of my naps, I was bombarded hour after hour by the same pressure that I suspected was chaos energy. I couldn’t get any rest because of it. By the time Knuckles had come back to check on me I was considerably weaker. He pressed his palm to my forehead; I was sweating buckets and shivering.

“You have a fever. This isn’t good!” He muttered and rushed into the house.

I didn’t dare turn my head to look, even doing that made me dizzy. I could barely hear past the muffling chaos energy, but I knew Knuckles was rummaging through his belongings to find something. I was fading in and out of consciousness. He came back a held up something to my face, it was a cup, I think? He urged me to drink from it, the liquid inside was the worst thing I had ever tasted. I cringed as soon as it reached my tongue and I spit it out. He was not happy about that. Before he could urge me again, I willingly slipped into unconsciousness, anything to keep that nasty grog away was welcome.

Round three of waking up in a new place, I was feeling significantly better. Cured in fact. I was able to sit up, my clothes stuck to my back with the residue of cold sweat from my fever but my head still ached. My vision was a bit blurry at first, but as it cleared, I saw I was in a little clearing in the forest next to a shallow pool of clean water. With all the perspiring I had been doing, I was extremely thirsty. My throat was so dry that I could hardly swallow. I shuffled over to the pool and started to drink. I really didn’t care if it was safe to drink at this point. I used a little bit to clean my face then I looked around for Knuckles. He had to be here right? He was this time thankfully. I saw him asleep next to where I was resting. I looked up at the sky, it seemed it was dawn. Did I really get sick for an entire day?

From the bushes I heard a rustling noise, I turned to look in a panic then saw a small round creature peaking out from the underbrush. It almost seemed like a little baby. Soon there were more peaking through the leaves. I counted at least twenty! I thought maybe I should wake Knuckles in case these small baby looking things were not something I should be interacting with. But when I turned to wake him, I found that they had already reached him and were playing with his quills. Snuggling up under his arms and generally being affectionate. Were they his pets? A red one with little dreads, a white crest mark and a tail that looked just like Knuckles’ waddled its way over to me and looked up as if to challenge me. I squinted my eyes back.

“Hello there…” I greeted cantankerously.

It flinched back then pouted, I laughed, it pouted just like Knuckles too!

“Oh~! You must be his favorite!” I teased and poked his little cheek.

He didn’t seem to like that so I settled with gently petting the top of his head. He liked that a little better.

Now the other creatures were making their way over to inspect me as the newcomer. They seemed to like me better now that I was a source of pets and attention. Soon they were climbing all over me and cooing for my attentiveness as I tried my best to keep up with all the demands. All the while Knuckles’ favorite sat in my lap like a little king. With all the noise, Knuckles started to wake up. As soon as he groaned and turned over. All the little babies cheered and ran over to him, now cooing at him to get him to wake up and play. They definitely were his pets. He woke up with a smile and said.

“You guys are all up already? You must be really excited to see me, huh?”

He opened one eye and gently patted the head of one of the little ones that was nudging his cheek to wake him. He then slowly sat up and stretched his arms but as soon as he saw me here, the gruff persona came back up and his content smile disappeared.

“Your pets are really cute!” I stated.

“They’re not my pets! They’re chao. The island’s chao. I just hang around them a lot, that’s all.”

He looked over and saw Mini-Knuckles was still in my lap and tisked as if he had seen a traitor.

“Are you feeling any better?” He asked.

“Yeah, way better! You didn’t pour that gross stuff down my throat while I was asleep, did you?”

“First of all, that ‘gross stuff’ was a healing tea passed down by generations of echidnas and it’s better than any modern medicine by a long shot! Second of all, no! I didn’t. Wish I’d thought of that though…”

“Are we off the island or something? I don’t feel the chaos energy anymore.”

“We’re still on the island. You can thank the chao for that.”

I looked at him questioningly, how did these little baby bloops help with my illness?

Knuckles stood up and stretched his back, “I’m going into the forest to grab some breakfast. You wanna come along?”

Before I could answer all the little chao cheered in agreement and started following him toward the forest.

“Wait, I didn’t mean you guys! Come on!” He chuckled, the smile from earlier slowly making its way back as he picked up handfuls of them and tried to corral them back into the clearing. They climbed out of his arms and scurried back to the forest like little ducklings.

“They’re a stubborn bunch, aren’t they?” I commented then stood up with Mini-Knux in my arms and started to follow them. “Why don’t we all go together?”

The chao cheered. How could anyone say no?

We searched the woods for a worthy breakfast. Knuckles did most of the searching while I watched, it was pretty entertaining. He’d look around for fruit and the chao would bring him branches and rocks to look at.

“No, guys! Fruit! Breakfast. We can’t play right now.” He said and climbed up a tree to look for fruit.

He climbed like a natural! I didn’t really notice his skills the first time because I was so embarrassed but he could climb a ten-foot-tall tree and come back down in the matter of a minute and not even break a sweat. Maybe if I felt better later, he could show me his secret.

“Any luck?” I asked when he climbed back down.

“No, I was hoping for more mangos but I guess these guys ate most of the fruit around here. That’s fine though, I think I know a place.” He brushed himself off and noticed that Mini-Knux was in my arms. “Looks like he warmed up to you pretty quick… He usually doesn’t like being held.”

“He and I have that in common! What’s his name anyway?”

“He doesn’t have one.”

“What?!” I asked incredulously.

“I don’t name any of the chao! They’re not mine, remember?”

“But he looks just like you! He has to be your pet!”

“Well he isn’t! He just hung around me too much, that’s why he looks like that!”

“Okay, then he’ll be my pet! And then I’m gonna name him!”

Knuckles scoffed, “You can’t do that…”

I lifted Mini Knuckles up and looked right in his cute, little, adorable eyes.

“I name you…! Knuckles Junior!” I started to laugh.

“Very funny…” Knuckles grumbled. “You wanna help me find food or are you gonna baby the chao all day?”

“Why not both?”

“You can’t do both! Let’s go!” He started on his way through the jungle and I followed with our little entourage behind us. We went deeper into the thick of the forest where the trees were much older and therefore bigger. He picked a tree and climbed up so high into the branches that I couldn’t even see him anymore.

I waited below, looking for him until a pear dropped from above and hit my head. Pear after pear fell from the swaying branches above each one landing on me with a thud. I tried to avoid them as the chao celebrated and reached up to catch their falling breakfast. I rushed to the trunk to avoid getting hit by any more fruit, I could’ve sworn he was aiming for me. After he climbed down (and snickering the whole way, I might add) we all sat down to eat. I could finally ask him my questions.

“How did the chao help with my chaos energy problem?”

Knuckles answered between bites. “Chao naturally collect in places with high chaos energy and disperse it. Those places are called chao gardens. After the chaos energy is leveled out, they move on to the next one. Not sure how it works but I hoped bringing you to them would help. Looks like it did.”

“So basically, I was being poisoned by chaos energy and they sucked it all up?”

Knuckles nodded.

“How’d they do that?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I think they just absorb it by being there? Maybe they store it like little batteries or something. Tails would probably know, but I know for a fact that chao really like chaos energy and that they have a knack for calming it down.” He got really quiet then said, “You had me really worried yesterday…”

I sighed, “I know… Do you want me to leave the island?”

“No. I just… didn’t think keeping you around the Master Emerald would be a problem. I mean, it’s never really happened before! It’s just that… if it hadn’t been for the chao you would’ve…” He looked extremely troubled; his fists were clenched tightly.

“Hey, don’t go thinking like that! There’s no way you could’ve known and I probably would’ve been okay anyway.”

“Cherry, listen!” His eyes pierced right through me; did they always look that way? “When I brought you here to my island you became my responsibility! I don’t ever want to see you hurt like that again and I’m going to make sure that doesn’t happen, understand?”

I was extremely unsure of how to answer or what he meant by this.

He settled back down and his eyes returned to his half-eaten pear, “By the way, I want to start training you to fight. I don’t want you to get stuck in another spot where you can’t defend yourself either!”

Training? With Knuckles? ...So, this was how I’d die.

“Do I really have to?”

“Yes.”

“Well, okay… Just try to take it easy on me-”

“I won’t.”

“…Thanks.”

I was terrified at the thought of training with Knuckles. As we returned to his little makeshift hut, I dreaded the experience though the constant presence of the chao did a lot to soften the edge. Knuckle brought me inside and rummaged through a dusty old chest.

“First things first, you can’t train in a blood-stained dress.”

I looked down at my clothes in surprise. Oh yeah, I really was still in the dress. I hoped the stains would wash out but it looked pretty bad.

“Here!” He threw an old T-shirt my way. “You can use my winter clothes for now.”

“You only wear clothes in the winter?” I commented as I held the shirt to look at it. It was threadbare with patches and stains here and there. It was definitely too big for me, but it would work as a makeshift dress for now.

“Well, yeah. It gets too cold not to.” Knuckles took the chao and stepped outside so I could change.

Once I had, I walked out to find Knuckles had drawn a circle in the dirt in front of the house and was standing in the middle. I waited.

“You ready to train or what?” He asked.

“What’s with the circle?”

“It’s to keep the chao out. I told them not to cross the line.”

I snickered and stepped in.

“Okay, let’s go over the basics.” Knuckles began. “You might not have a lot of strength yet but if you get the basics down, then that won’t matter.” He stepped over to me. “Show me your fists.”

I clenched my hands and held them up for him to look. He held my left hand and pointed to the knuckles of my index and middle fingers.

“You’re first two knuckles are what you punch with. Aim those at whatever you’re punching at and you’ll do the damage you want.” I nodded and he let my hand go. He held up the palm of his right hand and continued. “Okay, I want you to punch my hand as hard as you can.”

“Wha-! But I! I can’t do that!”

He chuckled, “Relax, it’s not like it’s gonna hurt or anything.”

“You sayin’ I ain’t strong??”

He smirked and his voice raised several octaves, it became obvious he was mocking me, “YoU sAid iT nOt Me-!” He batted his eyelashes as he said it and pursed his lips to try making that kitty face that I SWEAR I DO NOT MAKE!

I punched him in the nose as hard as I could. He backed up a couple of steps and held his face. I thought for sure he was gonna be mad but he started to laugh and looked back at me.

“That was pretty good! Even if it did feel like a little kitten swat!”

“Shut up! It’s not funny! I’ll hit you again!”

Knuckles was a very patient and methodical teacher. He showed me how to stand for a fight, how to punch properly and encouraged me to practice on him, something I was very keen on doing. We spent the whole day training! To anyone else it would have been a chore but the more we did it the more fun we had. Once I had the basics down, we started sparring. Although by sparring I mean, he encouraged me to try out new moves and use what I had learned while he play-fought at me. I would jab him in the chest and he’d chuckle and swipe at me as slowly as he could. I ducked underneath and jabbed him again.

“Good job using your size to your advantage! Staying close keeps me from using my height against you.” He commented. “You ready for this?” He asked and slowly jabbed at me.

I ducked down as quick as I could and landed a left hook into his stomach and he actually had to back away.

“Oof, I actually felt that! You’re getting pretty good! How’s your arm?”

I quickly looked at the bandage, there was some blood soaking through.

“Oh…” I started to tug at the wrappings.

“Let’s take a rest for now. I’ll wrap that back up for you.”

He started a little camp fire and threw down a log for us to sit on. I sat down and he brought over a box full of medical supplies. I watched the fire grow as he unwrapped my bandage, I didn’t dare look in case I caught a glimpse of the stitch work he did. The air was gaining a chill as the sun was slowly setting. The chao who had been playing their own games all day were now all tuckered out and curling up to sleep.

“It’s healing up pretty well.” Knuckles commented.

He got out a little stone bowl and poured in a dark green powder from a plastic bag he had in the box. Before I could ask him what it was for, he spat into the bowl mixed the spit and powder together, smeared some onto his thumb and was about to apply it to my wound before I jerked my arm away.

“What are you doing??” I nearly shouted. “What even is that stuff?!”

“It’s disinfectant! I’m helping your arm!”

“No way! That stuff’s gonna give me an infection!”

“No, it’s not-!”

“You spit in it!”

“Of course, I did! That’s how it works! Will you just hold still already?”

“You’re not putting that on my arm!”

“You wanna get better or not?”

I pouted in response.

“Remember all that punching you did? Without this stuff on your arm it’s gonna hurt a lot more tomorrow!”

I sighed. “…Fine.” I gave him my arm and he started to apply the paste. It stung on contact but at least that meant it was working...I think. “What is that stuff anyway?”

“There’s a special plant that grows on the island, I grind it up and use it for stuff like this.”

“How’d you figure out to do that?”

“My ancestors did.”

“Oh… So, how come Amy, Sonic and Tails and well… basically everyone have houses and you’ve got this little shack?”

He was quiet for a long time. He finished with the paste and was now wrapping up my arm in a new bandage when he answered.

“There’s no one else living on the island so I had to build everything myself. I have a few other living places but this one was closest to the Master Emerald so…” He finished tying the wrapping. “There we go.”

“Wait! You live here all alone?”

“Yep.”

“Why? Wouldn’t you rather live in the city with everyone else?”

“I never liked the city, it’s too loud and crowded.” He set down his things and settled down on the ground, using the log as a head-rest. “All those bright lights that are always on, the constant noise, and just the way it feels to be there… It’s not the life for me.”

“But what about the village?” I took a seat next to him, “That place was pretty peaceful.”

He chuckled, “You mean before you let all hell break loose? I’m the guardian of the Master Emerald, I can’t just stop living on Angel Island! Who would protect the Master Emerald if I’m gone?”

“That never stopped you from the leaving the island before.” I sniped.

“Th-those were different! I was only leaving for a short time! Besides! I always make sure to hide the Master Emerald before I leave!”

“So why don’t you hide it and then live off island?”

He sent me a stern glare, “I belong here, Tiny! There’s nothing changing that.”

I dropped the subject for now, he was as stubborn as usual. We had some of the leftover pears for dinner and settled into the hut for the night. He took the bare mattress in the corner of the shack, there were piles of pillows and blankets on top. That explains Mt. Pillow a bit. He probably slept with as many as he could to feel comfortable. I climbed back into the hammock and tried to sleep.

There were a lot of strange noises at night, some constant, some only a one-time thing that would startle me and keep me awake for hours. On top of all that, it was cold in the hammock. I curled up into a tight ball to try to keep some warmth but there was nothing I could do to sleep. Eventually I climbed out of the hammock to go wake Knuckles. As soon as my feet hit the floor, he whispered:

“You’re still up?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“How come you slept like a rock when I was working on Metal, but you wake up at the sound of a chao’s sneeze now?!”

He sat up and rubbed his eye, “I’m the guardian, it’s what I do. Why are you still up?”

“It’s cold!” I whined.

“You need a blanket?”

“I had three!” I heard a screech from the woods and jumped.

“Don’t worry it’s just an owl.” He muttered. “…You’re scared too, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t see his face but I knew he was getting all smug about it.

“Quiet you! It’s not my fault I’ve never lived in a shrieking jungle!”

I could hear his muffled snickered before he said, “Alright, alright, you can sleep next to me. It’s warmer on this side of the house anyway.”

“You mean shack? Besides, I don’t wanna share no stinky bed with you! You’re a big jerk!”

“Suit yourself~” He turned over to go back to sleep.

A breeze drifted in under the door and stole yet another piece of what little warmth I had left.

I huffed, “Okay, scoot over!”

He made room for me on the worn-out mattress and I snuggled in. It was nice to be warm again at least.

“Hey! Keep your frozen tail to yourself!” He grunted.

I started to laugh and tried to push him out of the bed.

“Heeeey!” He tried to push me off instead.

I dug into the corner to keep my ground but got lost in a pile of pillows. He sat up.

“Are you gonna let me sleep or are you gonna try to kick me out of my own bed all night?” He huffed.

“I can do both!” I retorted and tried to sit up, but the mass of pillows was an impressive force to reckon with. “Why do you have so many pillows?!” I exclaimed and tried to thrash my way out of the sinkhole I was slipping into.

He started to laugh and reached over to help me out. “Too small for even my pillows, are you?” He pulled me up and threw a blanket over me. “There! Now go to sleep.”

“Don’t tell me what to do…” I muttered and curled up in the corner to sleep.

I felt a lot better sleeping next to Knuckles, somehow, I felt safer. Protected. The sounds of the forest creatures bothered me less and less as my heart-rate dropped. I could close my eyes without worrying if something was going to sneak up on me. The warmth under the blankets and pillows protected me from the chill of the night as my breathing steadied into a metered rhythm that marched me into a much-needed rest.

. . .

Thank you for reading! :D

You can find previous chapters here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13241826/1/Undesirable-Truth

#sonic the hedgehog #Knuckles the Echidna #fanfiction #undesirable truth

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milkytcake · 6 years ago

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Claimed (ShigarakixReader)

I’m here with another fic I randomly thought would be cute!

*Gender neutral, cute fluff*

“We’ve been walking for hours Y/n. Are you done yet?”

“If you’re gonna complain, then why did you come along?! Besides I haven’t found it yet. I’m starting to think they don’t sell those cute kitty stickers anymore” you pouted. The hooded messy light blue hair male made a disgust sound with his tongue, “I have to keep you safe from those Pro Heroes. Besides I need fresh air to clear my head and think of my next move.” Shigaraki Tomura was keeping you company as you search for your beloved stickers at the mall. It’s been 3 hours of searching and it was surprising he was still with you. It seems he had all the patience for you and kept zero for others, it was quite endearing.

“I give up. I’m never gonna find those cute stickers here. I hate looking online because of the shipping prices. I swear villains control eBay.” You slumped your shoulders and laughed at your own joke, too bad he didn’t seemed to get it as he was looking elsewhere. He was serious about keeping you safe, his eyes darting about. “Hey, Tomu” That was the first time you called him by a nickname. His head looked up to you eagerly in response mixed with surprise. You could tell he raised his eyebrows by the way his eyes widen. It made you laugh to yourself sometimes; the way his unkempt hair framed his handsome face made him look… adorable. Though you never said it out loud to anyone, you kept your feelings about the male to yourself. It was mostly likely out of insecurity and/or stubbornness. Shigaraki was the complete opposite. He made it clear that he was attracted to you from the start. Little gifts were given to you almost daily and they weren’t really anything except tiny keychains or various of cute items you reminded him of or that he kept in mind what you commented that you liked one time. He talked a lot with you around and prefers to have just you for company like to explain his ideas of the world and how he was going to achieve them. The others can ‘go fuck themselves to death with a hamster’ he quoted one time. You like to think he loves them in his own twisted way. But that was not the case. Shigaraki hated almost everything that moves but you were an exception. The corners of his mouth lifted a bit as he took in the name you gave him: his heart was soaring thinking that you finally returned the feelings of affection. You became flustered, “I - I’m actually gonna head to the restrooms really quick before we leave!” With that you lurched forward walking briskly before he said anything else.

The excitement was too much so your stomach felt like it was doing flips and having a fuckin’ party because you felt like hurling to the nearest trashcan. Throwing water in your face from the sink you stared at yourself in the dirty mirror, “Ok calm down Y/n. Play it cool. You’re just calling him Tomu because you guys are in public! Nothing to be embarrassed about, he obviously likes you yeah no biggie…,”Then you started to sweat, “FUCK! I LIKE HIM SO MUCH BUT AM I ENOUGH?! HE’S TOO AMAZING AND I’M A PRACTICALLY A FREAKING QUIRKLESS POTATO TURD. WHAT IS A STUPID QUIRK LIKE OMNILINGUISM GONNA DO FOR HIM SAY ‘HEY! IMMA FUCK YOU ALL MIGHT’ IN 15 DIFFERENT LANGUAGES?!” A parent ushered their child out of the bathroom as you started talking to yourself in a high pitched voice that escalated in a pterodactyl-like whale sound. You took a deep breath and fixed your hair. Walking out of the public bathroom while calling yourself stupid under your breath, you sensed and heard something, no, someone that you loathed. “Y/n! Wow I haven’t seen you in years!” A guy with a stupid snarky grin waved to you. Your body seized and your mouth dry as you faced your ex. You hated him. When you dated him in high school, he was a dick because when he broke up with you after 2 weeks, he only did it as a prank for $50. It seemed he never changed after 2 years. “What brings you here? I thought you moved cities. I’m lucky! I’ve seen your picture on the LineApp and thought damn. You’re smoking hot now! Hey let’s trade emails” He reached for his cell and held it out. You didn’t trust him, it was that same smile that kept you up every night for the rest of your school years. “No.” You said. “Huh? What you mean no? C’mon, it was a joke in school and that happened yeeaaaarrrrssss ago! Give me a chance to redeem myself.” He took a step forward while you a step back, “I said no. Go fuck yourself.“ “Look I know it was a shitty thing of me to do but believe me I feel bad! Just give me your cell Y/n.” “St-stop!” You raised your tone in distress before a hand came to grab your ex’s wrist that was near you.

“Ahh… Y/n, I’ve been waiting for you but I see you’re talking with a friend?” It was Shigaraki. He had a big smile on his face while he talked but you knew he was putting a front. Your ex was confused, “Yea- yeah, Y/n was and is a close friend of mine. Let go of my wrist.” He tried tugging it back but Shigaraki held tighter with four fingers making your ex wince in pain and then drop his cell in Shigaraki’s other hand. The smile was now replaced with a deep frown and unhinged eyes, “No… I don’t think my Y/n likes you very much by the tears in her eyes and to be honest, I hate you too.” Shigaraki clenched all five of his fingers on your ex cell and letting the ashes fall slowly to the ground, fully displaying his deadly quirk. Shigaraki then got close and spoke lowly, “If we weren’t in public I would have killed you already. Next time, if I see you even in the same building as Y/n, I won’t hesitate (Ex’s L/n F/n).” With that Shigaraki released him, and your ex scurried away in absolute terror, pushing people out of the way. He probably recognized Shigaraki but that didn’t matter to him. “Disgusting piece of shit… Let’s leave. I’m pissed off now.” Shigaraki sent a text to Kurogiri for a portal asap before he had a chance to kill someone near him. You quickly followed the seething male through the exit gate. Turning into a alleyway near, and Kurogiri was there with a warp and didn’t dare to ask questions from the look in your eyes and Shigaraki’s.

The sound of many decaying newspapers filled the bar room. Shigaraki felt it wasn’t therapeutic enough because his fist came down on the table. If his eyes could kill just by looking, everything in the room would be gone. You were quiet, you couldn’t voice what you’re feeling but it would be described as safe or secured. Whichever one you chose, you showed it by hugging Shigaraki from behind. He froze on the spot when he felt warm as you wrap your arms around his thin torso. Your forehead against the middle of his back. Kurogiri took this as a sign to leave the bar for sometime and walked to the back. “Thank you” you whispered. You felt him jolt and his chest expanded and contracted. But you released him from your grip wondering if you crossed the line, “Sorry, I just couldn’t say anything and I just hugged you and… You were amazing back there Shigaraki.” Shigaraki eyes widen but uncharacteristically looked elsewhere bashfully while scratching his neck, “I rather you call me Tomu” he said lowly. Your face lit up remembering the nickname you slipped up. It felt like you were going to die on the spot. He was dropping his walls for only you, making you feel almost worthy for him. “I mean! Uh You’re always amazing with everything you do! You’re super badass and you almost killed the number one hero All Might. I feel like a crazed fan sometimes and I don’t feel worthy for you at all!” You almost felt regret from gushing about him in his face but you were floored by what he did next. “You’re so cute,” Tomu said softly caressing your left cheek with the back of his index finger. Your lips quivered from the affection and your face red as a tomato. “So, um…” You started and he stopped his gesture. “You.. like me?”

He waved his hand about responding in glee while sitting on a bar stool, “Of course! If I didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be mine.” He replied. “Oh yeah I forg- wait. What. I’m yours?” You stared at the lanky male incredulity, “When, how?”

Tomu started scratching his neck again, ”What you mean how? Was it not obvious? Kurogiri even said I was too forward. He said I needed to actually ask but I hate asking for things.”

“Usually the person ask the other person out but I don’t mind at all.” You stiffed a laugh. He was so unique and charming; he didn’t know how to properly start a relationship but you loved how he had his own way of doing things. “So I don’t need to ask?” He asked giving me his full attention. “No it’s fine. Either way I would’ve said ye-mmphf!” You weren’t paying attention. Tomu wrapped 4 fours around your wrist to pull you forward on his lap for a clumsy kiss. His nose brushed against yours as his long wavy bangs tickled your face and his hands kept you steady on him. Your eyes softly fluttered closed to mimic his own. His damaged lips were pressed hard against yours and it ended as quickly as it started. He eyed your half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks then he beams feeling proud, “Nice.” You felt so happy as he put his chin on top of your head, swallowing you in his arms. And you swore he said mine under his breath but you didn’t question it. Tomu started checking his pants pockets then pulled out a pair of anti foul gloves. They covered his pinkies and ring fingers. “So when is it normal to have sex Y/n?” Gasping, you pulled his hoodie over his face feeling mortified. You crossed your arms while he smiled big even though half of his face was covered. “You said I don’t have to ask right?” You squeaked and instantly turned around, arms crossed in a huff. “I didn’t know you were a pervert!” He didn’t reply but you felt his head on your shoulder. A minute past before you started to feel a bit worried by his silence.

“Y/n…”

“Hm?”

“Know that I will never let you go.” Tomu held you tight in his grip. It was almost a threat but you couldn’t help but smile. He needed you as much as you needed him. “Never. I’m going to be by your side forever and watch you kill All Might.”

#bnha #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura x reader #fluff #bnha fic

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landofsomethingsomething · 7 years ago

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ooo how about john trying to pull a prank on roxy but she either catches him in the act or pranks him back since shes been bffsies with jane for years and nothing surprises her anymore

Roxy woke to the sound of her phone buzzing incessantly on the nightstand. Half awake and grumbling to herself, she flipped over onto her back, reached blindly out with one arm, and flopped her hand around like a dying fish until it connected with something hard and square and probably her phone. Somewhere nearby her on the bed, an indignant cat meowed a rebuke, and there was a distinct thud as the jostled animal fled. Roxy called out an apology to the affronted cat and simultaneously unlocked her phone with a quick swipe, held it up before her squinting eyes, and frowned.

One notification, from John. A simple text containing one ominous emoji: 🎭.

So. It was gonna be that kind of day, then.

She didn’t bother to reply, but she did open it up so it’d mark as read on his end. Stew in that one for awhile, Egbert. She tossed her phone beside her on the bed, sat up, and stretched. Let’s do this, she thought, grinning. Another cat peered in from the bedroom door, green eyes blinking slowly. Roxy blinked slowly back.

Phase one was easy; bedroom to bathroom. She kicked off the covers and swung her legs over the bed – and hopped lightly over the waiting tub of sopor slime plunked down on the floor, right where she’d normally be standing. No sweat. She took three steps toward the bathroom, ducked without even bothering to look, and easily cleared a roll of transparent plastic wrap fastened expertly between her vanity mirror and an old wizard clock taller than she was. Her favorite slippers (cats, of course) were discarded on the bathroom floor, kicked off before bed last night, and she bent and picked them up and carefully shook them out one by one.

Nothing. She frowned, quirking an eyebrow. Bullshit.

She felt around the plush soles, and – “Hah!” A telltale square chip, slid into the padding. She fished it out with a finger, shaking her head. “Got you,” she muttered, peering curiously at it. She pressed it between her fingers just to see what it would do.

The answer, apparently, was emit a pressure-trigged garbled tinny mishmash of meowing sounds through a miniscule speaker. Perfect. Laughing, she pocketed the device and continued to the toilet. Seat down. Suspicious. Behind her, a cat pranced into the room, eagerly anticipating its early morning toilet scritches.

She went to one knee. With one hand, she gave the confused kitty the scritches it had come for, and with the other, she lifted the toilet seat, cringing back – but nothing happened. She examined every inch of the porcelain throne and found absolutely nothing, and in fact, was about to just go ahead and do her damn business already, when she thought to check the fucking toilet paper.

Tinfoil. Not a tinfoil covered roll of toilet paper, oh no. Just a goddamn toilet paper shaped roll of tinfoil. She snorted. Went to the cabinet to pull a fresh one out. Found six more tinfoil toilet papers. Muttered a few choice oaths under her breath.

Whatever. Who didn’t piss in the shower every once in awhile? He’d love hearing all about it, next time he was over in the morning. She pulled the tinfoil roll still up by the toilet out a bit and crinkled it, and Mr. Morning Bathroom Scritches happily took the bait, pawing at it.

To the shower. She saw the device on the head plainly – he didn’t even try to hide it. Curious, she turned the water on just to see what would happen.

Pink water shot out. Food dye? Probably. The little bastard had probably filled her hair shit with it, too. It was almost tempting to just use it – who had a problem with pink hair? But the truth was, she didn’t trust John’s choice of dye material. Besides, this shit was meant to turn all of her pink, obviously, not just the hair.

– Actually, she was kind of tempted to just let that happen, too.

Maybe later.

She disabled the food coloring (or whatever) device and took a quick shower – and a long piss – and remembered at the last second to check the towels before yanking one off the rack.

She lifted the edge of one, gingerly.

It stained her fingertips pink.

She laughed.

The towel itself was already pink, of course, that was its natural state… all the easier to hide whatever the fuck this pink powder was all over it. And they were all like that, of course. Naturally.

She stood in front of the mirror and resolved to air dry. It wasn’t that cold, anyway. Nothing in the hairbrush, but the blow dryer had what looked like the dessicated remains of a feather duster shoved up the barrel, so she set that down for another day. She’d make his enterprising ass pick them all out, later. Only fair.

Back out and back under the wall of cellophane, and off to face the wardrobe.

As it turned out, all her clothes were gone. Except her favorite dress. Which also happened to be his favorite dress. Which was a damn good dress, for like, a date. Not that it was horribly indecent – John wasn’t that kind of guy, which was usually charming – it was just, you know. Sequins. Ruffles. Showy.

“I guess,” she said, pulling it off the hanger, “In Egbert land, prank day counts as a special occasion.”

Another cat wound itself around her ankles, purring agreement.

By the time she retrieved her phone, she had three more messages. Two were from John – the same emoji as before, but in greater numbers – and the third was Jane. Roxy opened that one eagerly.

GG: Miss Roxy. GG: Might I inquire why, on this lovely spring morning, all of the clothing in my closet has been joined by what I can only describe as the most Roxy-like attire I have ever seen? TG: i would invite uTG: on this lovely spring morningTG: to ask ur fuckin son about that cause i guarantee you at this point he knows more than me GG: Oh my. GG: Prank day? TG: he was gonna turn me pink janeTG: pink from head to toeTG: pink dye pink powder and also he put a meow speaker in my meowcat slippersTG: might keep that one tbhTG: its p cuteGG: I gather from your phrasing that his dastardly efforts have been thus far unsuccessful. TG: hmmTG: actually not sure if i can trust you on thisGG: Roxy! TG: prank day is kind of an egbert AND crocker thing and u know thisGG: I cannot believe you would accuse me, your best friend, of collaborating with John to turn you pink. TG: the clothes ARE in your wardrobe apparentlyGG: And if I was in on this, why would I tell you so? TG: fuckTG: uhhhTG: idk but im sure theres a reasonTG: plots within plotsTG: wheels within wheelsTG: cats within catsTG: sec i gotta scritch a cat right fuckin nowGG: Of course. GG: Well. Since I am apparently suspect, I shall leave you to face your trials in peace. Please pick up these clothes in at least a halfway timely fashion, if you please. Closet space is an asset to be cherished, thank you very much. TG: pfft TG: u got like 15 closets all to yourself dont give me thatGG: Even so. TG: alright okayTG: if i survive this ill be by later maybeTG: maybe tomorrowTG: depends ;)GG: Not another word. GG: Tomorrow will be fine. Thank you. GG: And remember what I taught you. TG: he aint got me yetGG: Good.

She pocketed her phone, checked her shoes five times for hidden gimmicks, found nothing, and sidestepped three buckets of glitter assembled above three separate doorways on her way out. He’d be cleaning all that up later, too, along with any cats who happened to inadvertently roll around in the glitter piles.

… After she took pictures.

The front door seemed strangely bereft of mischievous devices, and having found nothing, it was with some trepidation that she turned the knob and pushed the door open, squinting out into the daylight.

A series of loud pops and flashes nearly blinded her, as apparently an entire newsroom’s worth of photographers got to work snapping pictures. She recovered herself quickly – of course she did – and turned the arm she’d thrown up over her eyes into a dramatic wave, instead, swaying her hips as she descended the steps. The effect, she thought, was only magnified by the entourage of bounding cats spilling out around her.

“Are you serious!” John’s voice in the crowd, and then John himself, hovering up above it, arms crossed. “Not a single one?”

She waved her phone at him. “Not a one, and Janey’s already spilled the beans on where the clothes are, so you don’t even get to lord that one over me this time around.”

The cameras weren’t stopping – probably because the two of them were famous gods and the tabloids fuckin’ loved them, but whatever. She leapt up into the air and lunged after John, who made a not very sincere attempt to lunge away, only to be yanked back by Roxy’s fist bunched up in the back of his shirt. She spun him around in the air, laughing.

“What’s with all the pink, anyhow?” She elbowed him, and he caught her arm, trapping it in his. “First Jake with the blue, now you with the pink, is this kinda fetish a genetic thing I should know about?”

He wrinkled his nose – it was fucking adorable, actually – and stuck his tongue out at her. “It’s not like that,” he insisted. He was lifting her higher, high enough that the sound of the cameras was fading off into nothing. The boy did love to fly. She followed him up, smirking. “I was trying to pick something obnoxious, that you would hate, but also that you would secretly kind of like.”

“Pink kinda is my color,” she conceded.

“Exactly!”

“I liked the slippers.” She slipped the chip out of her pocket, holding it up. John laughed.

“Dirk made that just for you,” he said. “He said you’d find it, though. Guess he was right.”

She pressed the panel down and the tiny speaker erupted in heavily compressed meow-sounds, mingling with the wind. They were far, far up, now, with damp little wispy cloud trails swirling around them. “Hells of cute,” she said, waving it under his nose. He laughed and slipped an arm around her and shot up through the clouds, pulling her with him. It should have been cold up here, especially in the damn dress she was wearing, but godhood came with a number of pretty good perks.

“Tell you what,” she said, grinning, and he looked back at her curiously, eyebrows shooting up. “One day I’m gonna get you so good, you never try any of this prank day shit on me again.”

He scoffed at her. “Yeah right. That’s what they all say.”

She stopped cold in the air, and he drifted to a stop a few seconds later, looking down at her, hands on his hips. Curls of cloud stuff danced between them. Roxy grinned devlishly at him, darted forward, and –

“Hey!” John gasped, as she shot past and grabbed his legs, turning him over in the air. He reached up to grab her, missed, and she worked his shoes off with ease. “Knock it off!” He kicked at her, socked feet far too slow to actually connect, and she laughed a wild laugh and shoved him forward, somersaulting him in the air. “This is not a prank!” he insisted, righting himself and huffing at her, cheeks red. “It doesn’t count! Give me back those shoes.”

“Not a chance,” she said, sweetly, dropping them. He gasped, and predicably, he dove for them. Simultaneously, Roxy dove for him.

She caught him by the waistband as he went darting by, and momentum did the rest. He made an absolutely hilarious yelping sound, gave up on catching his shoes, and spun upward to witness her hovering above him, waving his pants in one hand like a flag.

“Roxy!” He shouted, flushing crimson. “Give those back, come on! This is not how pranking works!”

“Says you,” Roxy said, blowing him a kiss. “See you later! And remember: I love you very much.”

“Roxy, wait –”

He shot for her, but she was already gone, pants in hand, in a rush of wind and void. She laughed uproariously as the blue and white folded around her and changed abruptly to starry black.

Sucker.

#roxy lalonde #john egbert #jane crocker #roxygen #johnroxy #text #asks #op #Anonymous #ficlet

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artificialqueens · 7 years ago

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weak (violet/trixie/katya) 5/? - kitty

A/N: smut! feelings! hedgehogs! also i now have a writing blog @kittydoux if you want to yell at me. as always, much love to polly

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“Tell us what you want,” Violet says quietly, hates saying the words because they like to know, not ask.

Katya is silent for a few moments.

“Tell us what you need.“

Violet wakes up with a crick in their neck and Trixie Mattel drooling inelegantly on their shoulder. They’re pressed up against the arm of the couch. A red five blinks insolently at them from the digital clock on Trixie’s table. It’s early, too fucking early, thanks, but Violet knows they’re not going to be able to fall back asleep. They ease themselves out from underneath Trixie, who slumps further against the arm of the sofa. Katya is burrowed into him, arms slung loosely around his waist and mouth open on his chest. Violet takes a moment to look at them like this, open and vulnerable. They’ve seen Katya asleep, god, how many times? Napping on the tour bus, passed out on airport sofas. Once, in their hotel bed after a long gig where Alaska had accidentally taken Katya’s room key and was currently getting ploughed by a bar tender. Katya had looked at Violet sheepishly, put on her raspy voice (that reminded Violet secretly of a deranged farmer they had once known) and shrugged, saying “Sorry, mama. Guess you’re stuck with me”. This was in the middle, Violet remembers, of tour. It was after they’d started fucking (which had happened, really, as a joke once about Violet riding a pensioner, and had ended in this – both of them curled up in Trixie at 5am). That time, that time with the bed, they hadn’t had sex. Katya kissed them on the forehead (“This stops the goblins from harassing you while you sleep”), then once on each cheek. Violet remembers how they looked perfectly, as though they were an external observer. They see themselves cross-legged on a hotel room bed as Katya holds their face, kisses their closed eyes, and says good night. They see themselves watching Katya as she sleeps, tracing a finger down her shoulder.

This is the first time since then that Violet has seen Katya in this state, whole and surrendered and peaceful. This feels secret and safe, like they have to take in all of these details now for fear they’ll never see it again. It’s the veins in Katya’s arms, specifically, blue and spindly, contrasting with Trixie’s warm gold skin. Trixie tans naturally, in a way that makes Violet think of long summer nights, of abandoned highways, of the desert and the way it makes the sky look when it’s hot and nothing feels real, even less the stars. Preservation, is what Violet thinks, and shakes their head slightly at their own ridiculousness. The sun is rising slowly. Trixie’s curtains aren’t fully shut, and a few fingers of orange light press against them. Violet wanders around, feeling slightly like a kid, up too early on Christmas morning and trying to figure what the presents are. Trixie has a rack of vinyls, including his own album (Violet listens to it sometimes on tour. They’ve never liked country music, but there’s something oddly comforting about his voice, singing about things that no one except a traveller could ever really understand). There’s some fanart on the walls, some ugly cushions (that Violet just knows Katya picked out, gets a pang when they imagine Trixie and Katya going furniture shopping together). Trixie’s bedroom is simple, he has a pink bedspread and a guitar against the walls. Violet rifles through his wardrobe until they find a pair of light grey sweats and an inoffensive white tank, rolling their eyes at Trixie’s frankly terrible fashion sense.

They shower quickly, making sure to inspect all of Trixie’s assorted shower gels, finally deciding on one that smells like plastic apples. Katya is perched on a stool at the kitchen counter when Violet leaves the bathroom, Trixie’s sweatpants rolled down in an attempt to keep them on their skinny hips. She looks tired but lovely, as Katya so often does. She reminds Violet of a dancer from the seventies, all prominent cheekbones and big wondrous eyes, slightly emancipated in a way that makes Violet ache in a sad, small way.

“Good morning, Violet. Did the whispers of you inner demons wake you up early, or was that just me?” It’s a joke but not a joke, delivered with a wheeze and a sense of melancholy.

“Nah, mostly Mattel’s avalanche of drool.”

Katya bares her teeth at that, in a smile but not a smile. “He is truly the human embodiment of a curiously sticky waterfall.” Violet ignores her, and they both watch Trixie asleep on the couch, curled up now and covered in a blanket.

“Coffee?” Violet makes coffee, and Katya stretches in the corner, popping her shoulders and back in a fascinating yet disgusting way.

The smell of coffee rouses Trixie, who demands a mug in their hands before his eyes are even open. He and Violet sip in tandem as Katya moves into a downward dog, lean and lovely, framed in the light shining through a window that Violet had opened. It’s hot already, a sticky cloying.

“Nice sweatpants,” Trixie observes mildly, eyes unfocussed in the general vicinity of Violet’s chest.

“They were the only half decent things in your wardrobe.”

Trixie hums non-committaly. “I might have some jean shorts that would fit you.” Neither of them makes a move to retrieve them. Katya pads over, takes a swig of coffee from Violet’s mug. “I’ll make eggs” she offers, but it comes out as a question. “You’ll burn my apartment-” “condo,” Violet corrects unhelpfully. Trixie shoots them a look. “You’ll burn my living zone down. I’ll help.”

Violet doesn’t offer to help, and takes their coffee outside. They sits on the red box they’ve come to think of as theirs, sweat pooling underneath their thighs. They know that most people find sweat distasteful - gross, even, but Violet finds a weird sort of pleasure in feeling the beads roll down their back and arms and legs. They like the feeling that the sun is focussing all it’s attention on them, reducing them to a puddle. It’s whatever. The door to the kitchen is open, and Violet can hear Trixie and Katya talking. They wonder if one of them will mention last night, or the weird state of limbo the three of them are currently wafting through. They don’t do any of those things. Well, not really.

“You never mentioned Violet’s cephalopod tendencies.” Trixie’s voice sounds casual, in a way that wholly indicates he doesn’t feel casual at all.

“Why, has she been squirting ink in your shower? That’s a new feature”

Violet hears Trixie shriek, the familiar sound of skin slapping skin.

"No, you absolute monster. She’s so cuddly. It’s like sleeping with the world’s meanest scarf.“ Violet strains, listening for Katya’s laugh. There isn’t one. Her voice comes out slightly warbled when she replies.

“We never really did that.”

There’s silence for a few beats, Violet’s heart thumping in their neck and wrists and toes. Sweat clings to them almost unbearably now.

“Why not?” Trixie sounds so soft that Violet thinks they love him a little. Who knew that the answer to the Violet and Katya mess of feelings and fucking would be Trixie, right? They can practically hear Katya shrug, are very tuned in to the minute shifts of her bones and muscles. “Because I…I don’t know, I assumed they didn’t want to? Vi’s more of a sea urchin than an octopus”. Violet hears the tremble in her voice, uses it to mask the stab of pain they feel at the words. Trixie’s voice screams of raised eyebrows and disbelief. “Bitch, I know that that’s not true after three days. You’re seriously telling me, after how many months of fucking, that you didn’t know she’s a massive softie?” Another pause. Violet’s not sure they’re even breathing any more.

“Violet’s like. Violet’s like…you know, like porcupines? Well, in England they had hedgehogs-”

“Katya, I went to college. I know what a hedgehog is”

“Alright, okay, I mean you did do a degree in musical theatre in Wisconsin”

“Oh my god, I hate you. It was Wisconsin, not Siberia!"

"I think they have hedgehogs in Siberia?”

“What were we talking about again? Oh yeah, Violet. Continue with your analogy.”

“Violet’s like a hedgehog because she’s prickly."

"Poignant.”

“Fuck off. And like, hedgehogs roll into little balls when they’re scared, right? So they’re cute and then BAM! Like a tiny ball of cactus-like pain.”

"Okay, but like. I take your simile, and raise you a metaphor. What if you’re the hedgehog? What if Violet’s been, I don’t know, exposing her soft metaphorical stomach to you the whole time, and you’ve been the one in a spiky ball?“ There’s silence again.

Violet is attempting to take in the fact that Katya thought a hedgehog was the most fitting animal to describe them.

"That is disturbingly profound, Tracy.”

“I have my moments."

Silence descends. Violet’s sure that at least Trixie knows they’ve been listening. After a few moments, a freckled wrist shoves a plate of eggs in front of them. Trixie grins at them tiredly, and sits down on the adjacent red box. Katya joins them. They eat in silence.

“This is messy, isn’t it.” It’s an observation that needs to be stated, clearly, and Violet’s always been one for pushing that line. Kat and Trixie – they’re too close to ever say what they’re feeling really, to ever push that tension into romance. This is Violet’s civic duty, and they feel very much like the good and noble citizen they try so hard not to be.

Trixie shifts almost imperceptibly next to them. Violet hears him sigh.

“You’re right. This is messy.”

They wait expectantly for Katya’s input on the messiness. It doesn’t come, per se.

“In my educated opinion, I think we need to fuck again. To ascertain just what level of messiness we’ve reached. Can we just…postpone the other conversations?”

“Wow. Sexy.” Trixie mutters, and Violet huffs a laugh as they see his hand reach for Katya’s knee.

Violet elbows Trixie. “She’s an old woman, her idea of dirty talk is probably sending a carrier pigeon.” It’s weak, Violet knows, but Trixie laughs anyway and the golden line of his throat suddenly transfixes Violet. They want to bite it, so they do.

“Children,” Katya hums, before standing up and grabbing both of their hands. They follow her into Trixie’s bedroom. Like before, Katya is so effortlessly and undeniably in control of this physical relationship, regardless of her internal tumult. Her hands are connecting the three of them, and Violet has a sudden, absurd desire to grab Trixie’s hand as well and form a circle, like they’re about to form a ritual. Please, god of polyamory, let this work out. They feel Trixie’s eyes on them, and give in to the urge to look at him. His eyes are pretty. It seems such a stupid, trivial thing to think. And Violet’s not used to sex meaning this much. They don’t know if they like it. But still, they trace Trixie’s flushed cheek with a finger. They wonder if Katya’s enjoying the contrast in their skin tones as they press a soft kiss to his lips. Violet’s taller than both of them, uses it to their advantage as they press Trixie against the bed, other hand still clinging to Katya. They break the kiss and Trixie smiles sweetly, softly, privately. He’s let go of Katya’s hand at some point, and Violet uses the opportunity to grab Katya’s face in both of their hands.

“Close your eyes,” they whisper. Katya does, and Violet kisses her gently on both eyelids and then on her mouth. Because this is what Violet’s good at, they’re good at taking control and calling the shots. Violet knows what people want, and sometimes they give it to them. They can tell that Katya wants this, more than she’s ever wanted Violet on their own. The thought should sting a little, but it doesn’t. Trixie’s sat on the bed, watching, and Violet feels Katya reach down blindly to grab his hand. This feels important, jarringly so.

Let us take care of you, let us hold you, let us be soft with you.

Violet breaks away from Katya, whose eyes are still closed. They make an odd picture, Trixie sat on the bed holding Katya’s hand, Violet looming over her.

“Tell us what you want,” Violet says quietly, hates saying the words because they like to know, not ask.

Katya is silent for a few moments.

“Tell us what you need.” Trixie’s voice is gravelly and rough, and fuck it’s turning Violet on. They’re hard, aware of the fact that there’s more than likely a significant damp patch on Trixie’s borrowed pants.

“I want…Vi, baby, I wanna see you ride Trixie.”

Violet smirks. “I can do that.”

“Ugh, topping,” Trixie rolls his eyes. Violet relinquishes Katya, approaches Trixie steadily and sits on his lap. “You’ll like it, promise.”

Trixie kisses them then, all vestiges of softness gone. His teeth scrape their tongue, and this is it, this is Violet’s fucking game. They grind slowly on his lap, feeling him harden, and then climb off him. Trixie whines through his teeth, desperate.

“You’re such a brat, Tracy,” Violet grins. “Get on the bed.”

Trixe pushes himself back as Violet crawls over to him. Teasingly, they run their hands down his chest, down his still clothed dick, barely touching. Violet’s always loved irritating Trixie, and now they know it comes with the delightful image of him writhing and sweaty and needy, and oh man is Violet going to use that against him.

“Play nice, Vi,” Katya’s voice comes from the edge of the bed. She’s still stood there, watching.

“Take off your clothes, Kat. I think Trixie needs some help.” Katya obeys, makes light work of her clothes and clambers up the bed. She pauses for a second before leaning down and kissing Trixie. Violet sits back on their heels to watch Katya deepen the kiss as Trixie’s hands come to grip her shoulders. They think Katya might be crying, but it could just be the light. Violet usually saves their emotional and sexual trysts for late at night. Morning sunshine is still streaming in through the crack in Trixie’s curtains. Trixie and Katya are so clearly absorbed in each other, in this wanting that’s plagued them for how many years. Violet watches them with a touch of jealousy and a pang of desire. Katya’s got her hands down Trixie’s pants now, tugging him gently. Trixie breaks away, and Violet thinks he might be crying, too. But it could just be the light.

“Stop, Kat, stop,” he says softly, and Violet might just leave now, might just walk away and not come back because all of a sudden this feels like too much. Katya pauses.

“Violet, I want to – just, come here.” Violet loves him again in that split second. “Kiss Katya.”

Katya’s eyes are bright when she looks up, but there’s a certain steel in her gaze and she kisses Violet, knees still on either side of Trixie’s torso. This is familiar territory, Katya’s lips are an old friend and Violet grips her hip, kisses her deeper. Katya’s softly grinding down on Trixie’s stomach, and he’s whining.

Violet breaks away, pushes Katya off Trixie gently, and gets to work undressing him. Katya is tugging at their tank and Violet pulls off their sweatpants. Trixie’s hard, and Violet can’t resist taking him into their mouth, revels in that fucking whine, in Trixie’s hands in their hair, in the fact that Trixie is kind of a little bitch. Violet smirks around his cock. They’re a little bitch, too. They pull off him to see Katya stroking herself slowly, condoms and lube by her knee.

“Wait, wait,” Trixie keens. Violet pauses, about to slide the condom onto him. He leans over, grabs Katya’s hand from where it’s resting on her dick. Slowly, he takes two of her fingers and sucks them gently. Katya’s eyes are wide as she watches him. He releases her, and grins snarkily up at Violet. “Kat, can you get Violet ready?” Violet loves this, falls to their hands and knees as Katya presses up behind them, circles their hole with one finger before pushing in slowly. Katya’s fucking her slowly. “More,” Violet demands, and Katya obliges with another finger. Violet presses back eagerly, and feels the vibrations of her laugh.

“I think you’re good,” Katya says, withdrawing her hand. Violet keens at the loss, leans over to put the condom on Trixie. Slowly, they clamber onto him, sinking down. It’s Trixie’s eyes on theirs, his mouth forming a delightful little ‘o’. It’s Katya’s heavy breaths next to him, the sound of skin on skin. It’s Katya’s hand on them. It’s all of it, overwhelming and so fucking right that tips Violet over the edge, spilling onto Trixie’s chest and Katya’s hand. Trixie follows a few seconds later, strung out and flushed. Katya is still jerking herself, harder tugs now, Trixie and Violet watching her hungrily. She pauses, and looks up at them both with a desperation Violet recognises.

“Touch me.” It’s a command more than a question, but there’s a please in there somewhere. Violet slides off Trixie with a hiss and flicks Katya’s hand away from herself. Trixie joins her seconds later, jerking in tandem.

“I want to hear you, baby,” Trixie says quietly, mirroring Katya’s own words back to her, and she comes with a strangled groan. The three of them sit heavily on the bed, sticky, chests heaving. A car horn beeps loudly outside as the sounds of the city filter in. In Trixie’s bedroom, however, there’s still a tangible silence, heavy and cloying like overripe peaches. Violet rubs an arm over their eyes, hands still sticky.

“Shower?”

Trixie nods and runs his thumb over Katya’s bottom lip. She’s smiling softly, eyes far away, as if she’s so focussed on this moment that she’s lost it somehow. They climb off the bed and Violet turns on the shower, watching Katya and Trixie squeeze in afterwards. It’s cramped, clearly, but Trixie and Katya are both so fucking hot and Violet wants to die, slightly, wants to touch them both and be touched in return. Once they’re clean (mostly, Violet isn’t sure packing three adults into an average sized shower is particularly cohesive to cleanliness), Trixie throws them both towels. Violet dries themself off quickly, and wanders out of the room naked. They know Trixie and Katya are both watching, and settles cross legged on the sofa. Katya and Trixie both emerge in boxers, and Violet rolls their eyes at the middle aged dad-ness of it all.

“So, this is where we talk.”

Katya lets out a suffering groan and collapses on the couch, head on Violet’s naked thigh. Trixie settles down on the floor, a mirror image to Violet on the couch.

He sighs, lets out a whistle through his teeth.

“I’ll go first.”

#trixie mattel #violet chachki #katya zamolodchikova #kitty #weak #smut #hurt/comfort #rpdr fanfiction #submission #poly #canon compliant #katya x trixie x violet

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Miraculous Ladybug: Adventures Of Lupine Alpha and Corvus. Chapter 6

Summery: A new girl has started at Adrien’s school. One whose elder brother is just as rich and famous as his father. Adrien gets to know the girl more as his father works with her brother on a new project and finds she is a lot like him. As Chat Noir he continues to work along side Ladybug to keep Paris safe when a new Miraculous Holder appears along with a new enemy. Just who is Lupine Alpha? As their knowledge changes and expands more and more information about the Miraculouses comes to light. As do more miraculous holders.

(Note: I do allow reblogging of this on tumblr alone )

Marinette had gotten lucky really. When she had been pushed out of the way of the collapsing tunnel roof she had been shoved back the way she came so she with the help of Plagg who kept bugging her for more cheese bread and scratches and pets turning out to be a very needy and demanding little kwami, she managed to eventually find her way out of the catacombs.

Getting out was the hard part. She couldn’t jump out since she wasn’t Ladybug at the moment nor could she transform into Ladybug which left her with climbing being her only option. “No!I refuse I absolutely won’t do it!” Marinette protests shaking her head and crossing her arms. “Come on princess you got to or your never going to get out of here and that means no cheese bread and I like cheese bread.” Plagg urges flying around her in circles anxiously he had yet to shut up about the cheese bread.

It took a bit longer but she finally with a loud groan wrapped some fabric around her hands so she wouldn’t have to touch the bones directly and began to climb her way up the side of the tunnel wall. She kept slipping and having to readjust her position to try and get up her shaking didn’t help and she kept trying to turn her gaze away from the creepy empty eye sockets of the skulls that stared back at her.

Just as she was about to reach the top letting go with one hand to reach for the edge grabbing a hold of it and reaching with her other hand she slipped. Plagg luckily grabbed her flailing free hand and gave a sharp tug with all his might pulling her hand back towards the edge of the opening. “Thank you Plagg.” Marinette says with a sigh of relief.

“Don’t thank me yet you’re still in the catacombs you know. And you owe me a ton of cheese bread for this princess.” He mutters giving her butt a push up as she struggled to pull herself up through the hole. Sabrina’s father Roger was standing near the hole guarding it the police had roped it off to keep pedestrians and civilians out.

Upon seeing the girl struggling to get out he rushed over and pulled her up. She offered him a brief explanation saying she had fallen in shortly after it opened not paying attention to where she was going and had tried to find another way out and gotten lost before turning back and finding the hole again. Her excuse was accepted and she was escorted home safe and sound Plagg tucked hidden into her bag.

Her parents were of course concerned for her but she manged to convince them she was unharmed. “I’m fine papa I truly am I just fell down a hole is all I should have been paying better attention.” Her parents fussed over her a bit which she allowed. “I promise I’ll be more careful and pay attention to where I’m going from now on okay mama?”

“Okay Mari sweety but you really should rest to make sure you aren’t hurt and to recover that was quite the ordeal you went through I’m just glad you weren’t hurt too badly from that fall. ” Her father says hugging her tight which she returned knowing her parents loved her and worried about her. Plagg caught her attention with a “Psst.” and a headbutt from the opening of her bag.

“Ohh yeah Papa can I have some more of that cheese bread you made this morning if there is any left? It was really good and a friend of mine wanted to try some too I gave him the little bit I had left.” She asks innocently. “Of course in fact I just made a new loaf this one is a little different I tried some new cheeses in it including that stinky Camembert stuff. You can try it and tell me what you think and so can your friend.”

She was handed the entire loaf with a knife on a plate to take up to her room. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and called her thanks over her shoulder as she headed up to her room closing the trap door behind her. Plagg immediately flew out and started crooning over the bread. “Ohh my sweet cheese bread at last we are together. And you’re Camembert cheese bread too doubly delicious.” He moans rubbing the crust of the bread with a paw savoring the scent.

Marinette rolled her eyes leaving the kwami to eat in peace while she hunted down the clothing necessary to make her disguise. She bite her lip as she hunted through her closest. “Ahah this will work.” She mutters pulling out a tank top she had bought on a shopping trip with her friends. Adrien had commented on how cute it looked sparking her into trying it on which had Alya squealing in delight and snapping photos while Adrien just gave her a dazzling smile that her her going weak in the knees and Nino commenting on how cute it looked on her.

The tank top was simple in design really a red wide strapped tank that was red in color with little black spots surrounding the the word Miraculous printed in big black sprawling letters across her small chest. It was form fitting so it hugged what few curves she had and revealed the tops of her breasts slightly with the low cut neck line.

She rarely wore it out of embarrassment because she wasn’t comfortable with exactly how low the neckline was. But it would work perfectly for her disguise. It was a popular store she had bought it from too so other people would have the same shirt besides her so she couldn’t be traced back as the only one having it.

She drew out a cute little red jacket with pink heart buttons on the sleeves and collar that she had made herself. It fastened just under her bust and she had only ever worn it once. Chloe had been a bitch that day and had made fun of her for the heart buttons causing her to promptly take it off and stuff it in her locker. Only Alya and a few of the other girls had seen her in it. So it was pretty safe to wear.

She hummed to herself as she continued to hunt for more things to wear. She didn’t have any red pants but she did have some black ones with tiny little ladybugs stitched into the pant leg hems that she had done herself. She started to put on her clothes before realizing something. The cute lacy pink bra and panties she had on wouldn’t go with the shirt and would show. She had to change completely.

Blushing bright red she eyed Plagg who was stuffing his face with the bread not really paying attention to her. She moved to her underwear drawer and pulled out her bright red with black lace bra and pantie set Alya had insisted she buy last month when she had realized some of her bras were getting too small. Taking Alya with her on her shopping trip with her mother had proven to be a bad idea. Alya had loved the brightness and boldness of the set and insisted Marinette needed something like that even though she protested that no one other then herself would see her in it.

She hadn’t worn it yet too embarrassed to do so. She also only had the one shirt it would go with. Casting another glance at Plagg she pulled her shirt off over her head and undid her pants letting them drop to the floor and stepping out of them. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra letting it fall to the floor before drawing her panties down off her hips and stepping out of them. She quickly drew on her red set and pulled on her shirt and pants sighing in relief once she was dressed again.

Plagg finally finished with his cheese bread watched her through narrow green slits thinking of how he could torture his miraculous holder with what he had just witnessed. He was a teenager after all and had hormones to deal with getting him all frustrated with describing the girl behind the ladybug mask stripping would be fun.

Marinette finished attaching the detachable hood she had created to go with her jacket before turning to him to show him her outfit. “What do you think?” “You look hot but what about a mask?” “Crap I forgot about that. I don’t have a mask.” Marinette bit her lip as she rummaged through her stuff finding an old pair of dark pink sunglasses she had. Grinning she sat at her desk and pulled out the supplies she needed getting to work on changing the frames red before adding black dots on them the lenses dark enough to nearly hide her eyes.

Slipping on her completed glasses she posed in front of the mirror getting a whistle from Plagg. “My kit should marry you then we can have all the cheese bread we want and he can see his precious lady all dressed up special for him.” Plagg says with a snicker flying over to her and landing on her shoulder. She smiled and shook her head petting the tiny little kitty.

Pulling down her hood and taking off her glasses with Plagg tucked in under her jacket collar and glasses tucked into her pocket she went downstairs calling to her parents that she was going to try and find Alya and see what she was up to. “Okay sweeties have fun and BE CAREFUL!” Her father calls as she snags another small loaf of the cheese bread to take with her. “I will Papa!”

She slid on her glasses and pulled up her hood once she was outside and Plagg crawled up onto her shoulder still inside her hood to talk to her as she walked down the street towards the park with the statue in it. She was just entering the park petting and scratching a purring Plagg when she froze spying a man standing near the statue. It was Skinwalker and from the way he looked at her she got a bad feeling he knew who she was.

“Ladybug we have been waiting. Skinwalker has patience but Wendigo does not.” He says with a cruel smile a purple butterfly shape appearing around his face showing that Hawkmoth was talking to him. “Wendigo?” She questions softly not getting the chance to figure out who he was talking about as a loud snort came from her side as a hulking monster tore towards her.

She tried to dash out of the way but was caught quickly by the creature getting slammed into and sent skidding across the ground into the base of the statue knocking her out along with Chat’s kwami who had also been sitting on the side she had been hit on. As her consciousness faded she saw a small child appear from behind the statue and reach for her ears removing her earrings with gentle small hands before darting back into the shadows as the world around her went black.

~o~

Adrien was getting tired of Accalia real quick. She had a penchant for biting him when ever he touched her or at random moments. She also kept bugging him for fruit especially something she called Goji. He seriously wanted Plagg back. He was annoying but not nearly as much as Accalia. It took a while of wondering the tunnels before Accalia smelled fresh air and grabbed him by the hand and dragged him towards where she smelled the scent coming from. He had ended up in a new tunnel after the cave in and had gotten lost at first till Accalia gave in and started leading the way with her nose.

Now he was emerging from the catacombs through an official tourist entrance after finding their way into a area toured by the public and following the directions of a few groups he ran into offering up the explanation that he got separated from his party and was going to go wait for them at the bus once he found his way out. He breathed a sigh of relief at finally getting out of the catacombs even risking giving Accalia a tiny pat on the head with a finger that he miraculously escaped with out a nip for.

He didn’t dare go home but he did have some cash on him so he headed towards some stores that he knew sold clothes for cosplay enthusiasts as well as Ladybug and Chat Noir merchandise. He picked out a simple black shirt with a green paw print on the front with Miraculous scrawled across the paw print. He grinned remembering how he had encouraged Marinette to buy a tank top with that written on it once. She never wore it though so he had no idea if she still had it. He had seen plenty of other girls wearing the same shirt though making him wonder if Ladybug had one and if she ever wore it.

He was so lost in thought he didn’t see Accalia slip out of his jacket pocket and fly over to a hoodie on a display model. He heard a sharp high pitch yip which drew several peoples attention all confused over what it was. He glanced around confused before he heard her calling for him. “Hey kid over here kitty.” He patted his jacket quickly discovering the wolf kwami was gone looking around wildly for her knowing Lupine would probably kill him for losing her kwami.

Accalia let out a frustrated huff and zipped back to him getting right up in his face. “Pay attention!” She growls dragging him over to the display. “Look what I found! It’s perfect for the little kitty kat!” She yips excitedly her tail wagging as she showed him the black cat eared hoodie with the words “I’m the cat’s meow!” written on it. He couldn’t help but grin and laugh a little at the hoodie. He could just imagine Ladybug’s reaction if he wore that.

The display model happened to be the only one in his size so he got a store associate to help him get it down. He completed the outfit with a simple pair of black jeans with a leather tail belt attached and some black combat boots. A thin black leather mask finished it all off tying in the back of his head. He didn’t buy as much stuff as Lupine did so his total was lower and he had just enough money to cover the cost leaving with his normal clothes in his bag stopping to get a fruit crepe to pacify the demanding hungry wolf kwami who kept nipping him.

He was enjoying himself walking through the streets of Paris in disguise without drawing to much attention either as Adrien Agreste or Chat Noir. Thanks to this he wasn’t stopped by people so he made good time getting to the park despite having taken the longest to get out of the catacombs. He froze in place as he caught sight of two females laying sprawled on the ground unconscious by the statue.

“Tala!” Accalia calls out worriedly confirming his suspicions that they were Lupine and Ladybug judging from the red on one and the brown on the other. He took a step towards them worried himself but stopped spying the two responsible for hurting his partners. “You how could you?! They don’t even have their powers and you attack them anyways?” He growls anger brewing in him.

He didn’t know why there were two of them now but he didn’t care they had hurt Ladybug which was bad enough but then they hurt Lupine. He liked Lupine. She was funny and kind and had a shy side. She was older then him he figured that out but she seemed to be emotionally vulnerable when not transformed. She had panic attacks at the mere thought of going into a crowd. Ladybug was strong and confident just as Lupine was but for Lupine she took courage from her kwami and her mask. He did the same hiding behind his mask like she did which made him wonder how his Lady was outside of her mask. Did she too hide behind it like them?

“We care not if they have their powers or not they have their miraculouses that is all we care about. You have made Skinwalker wait long enough Chat now its time for you to meet Wendigo.” Skinwalkers says calmly directing the hulking beast beside him to attack. Adrien dodged to the best of his ability running basically in circles to avoid getting rammed into by that monster. If that was what a true Wendigo looked like he decided he didn’t want to go to America and try meeting one of these legendary monsters.

Somethign or rather someone, Skinwalker, tripped him having grown tired of the game of cat and mouse. He tripped falling forward and sliding along the ground beside the girls. He could see Plagg curled up against Ladybug’s neck also unconscious which made him even more mad that they had hurt his kwami. The little red bug beside Lupine must be Tikki meaning they had knocked her out as well when they knocked Lupine out.

“Watch out kid!” Accalia warns causing him to roll out of the way as both Skinwalker and Wendigo tried to stomp on him. His attention was focused on watching them so he didn’t notice the small child slide out of the shadows of the statue and reach for his hand. He felt the small tug on his hand and glanced up in time to catch the child removing his ring from his hand.

“No!” He cries trying to scramble to his feet and stop the child. Accalia growled and zipped towards the kid with all her might. “Aha!We are triumphant at last! We have all three miraculouses!” Skinwalker laughs the purple butterflies appearing on both his and Wendigo’s faces as Hawkmoth laugh triumphantly believing he had finally won he had what he wanted and more.

Accalia wasn’t about to give in and fastened her teeth around the child’s hand what part of it she could causing them to give a small cry and try to shake her off. Accalia was finally shaken free but with her came her miraculous. Clutched in her tiny paws she held the choker quickly retreating back to the only conscious miraculous holder left. “Put this on kid!And call out Paws On!”

Adrien was reluctant at first but watching the child scramble away from him towards the other two he quickly obliged sliding the choker on around his neck and tying it in the back. Touching the little metal disk he called out the words to activate a miraculous that wasn’t his own. “Accalia, Paws On!” He felt the magic wash over him but it had a different feel this time as the wolf kwami was sucked into the miraculous transforming him into the new Lupine Alpha.

#miraculous: tales of ladybug & cat noir #new miraculous holder #marinette cheng #adrien agreste #plagg #wolf kwami #oc #kwami swap #catacombs #akuma #stolen miraculous #miraculous swap

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nozoroomie · 8 years ago

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Confessing Really Shouldn’t be this Difficult Chapter 1: Love Letter Part 1

Summary: Confession attempt number one: An incredibly crafted love letter, written with the help of her two best friends. The stationery is perfect, the letter is dropped off at just the right time, and everything seems to be in place. What could possibly go wrong?

Notes: Hello everyone! Welcome to the very first -official- chapter of this story! Thank you for being so patient and hanging on to just the prologue for so long- I promise I'll try to keep up with regular updates. If things go well, hopefully every 2-3 weeks a new chapter will be posted!

Small note: Every time "Line" is mentioned, it's referring to the instant messaging app!

And a special HUGE thank you to @banditchika , I'm love you, thank you so so much for all your help betaing this and helping me figure out better ways to word my sentences, and to @ Sessaware for also reading it over and giving me her input! Thank you both again so so much ;w;.I hope you guys enjoy this first chapter!

Thank you for reading, replying. commenting and rebloging! Every bit of feedback means a lot to me ;w;

Word count: 6,392

[A03]

“Hanayo?!”

Nico sighs and fiddles with her eraser at the end of the club table. A notebook lies open in front of her and a mechanical pencil rests next to it. Eli’s exclamation causes her to blush a bit. Is it always this embarrassing telling your best friends who you have a crush on?

“That’s right Elichi~” Nozomi says in a sing song voice. “Our beloved Nicocchi is in love with cute little Hanayo-chan!”

“Harasho!” Eli’s eyes sparkle with excitement and she looks at Nico with the brightest smile, “I was a bit worried when you asked for us to meet in the club room, but I’m glad it’s for something as wonderful as this.”

Nico smiles awkwardly. “Thanks, I guess.” She shrugs and plays with her eraser a bit more.

“Do you plan on telling her?” Eli asks.

A dumb question from Eli, really. She’s got writing supplies in front of her- she’s asked both of them to meet with her and given Eli the final details of the conversation her and Nozomi had the night before. The question isn’t if Nico plans on telling her, but more like how she plans on telling her.

“Actually, that’s sort of why you’re here. Both of you.” Nico points towards Nozomi, who flashes a small grin.

“Nicocchi, is this your way of asking us to help you?” She teases.

Eli’s face is ecstatic for a moment, the idea already warming up to her. She looks to Nico with a unwavering and determined smile. Nico blushes a bit, not sure if she can answer Nozomi when Eli’s looking at her like that.

“I’d love nothing more than to help you out.” She says with confidence, “I’ll do whatever I can to help get your feelings to reach Hanayo.”

Despite Eli’s reassurance, Nico can see the tiny tinge of pink on Eli’s cheeks, as if she were a little embarrassed by her choice of words. She wishes this were a conversation on Line and not in person, that way she wouldn’t have to attempt to hide her blush. Or have to hear the words “your feelings” and “Hanayo” voiced out loud by her friends. It’s not like she’s embarrassed or anything, but hearing the words spoken out loud from other people makes it feel more real. More set in stone. The idea of telling Hanayo she loves her is nerve wracking, but making a plan to act on those feelings makes her heart race in a way that can only be described as horrifying. Or exciting. There’s actually several ways Nico could describe this feeling, if she really thinks about it.

This might be hard to get used to.

“Yes okay! Yeah, I need a bit of help. Not like, a huge amount, I just-” she pauses, looking to the paper and gesturing to it with both hands. “I want to write her this love letter, full of my feelings, but I don’t even know how to begin it.”

“Oooh, you’re gunna tell her through love letter huh? Good choice, Nicocchi. Very direct and to the point.” Nozomi nods her head, approving of Nico’s idea.

“Right? I thought so too.” Nico crosses her arms and smirks, satisfied that her idea is a hit. “My problem here is I can’t write a good enough letter.”

“How many times have you tried to write it?” Eli inquires.

“About three,” Nico replies instantly. Her friends stare at each other before looking back to her and she sighs dejectedly. “ Okay, seven. But none of them sound right! I can’t form the right words at all. Saying ‘I like you, please go out with me,’ is way too flat and unexciting, but whenever I try to elaborate I just get distracted and end up with disasters like this.”

She flips a couple pages back in her notebook and hands it to Eli. She takes it and glances over one of the letters Nico’s written. Her cheeks puff a little as she tries -and fails- to stifle a small giggle. She covers her mouth with one hand and Nico rolls her eyes.

“It’s fine. That’s one of the first drafts so of course it’s bad.”

“I-it’s not that.” Eli tries to reassure, “The letter just sounds nothing like you at all. It’s like you’re putting on an act.”

“Eh?! Seriously?! I didn’t think it was that bad...” Nico grumbles and Eli flips the page, reading over the next letter.

“Hmm.. this ones better, but you’re right about sounding too flat. I’d say it’s more like you’re really… stiff?” She looks to Nozomi with a questioning gaze and holds the notebook out to her.

Nozomi takes it with both hands and scans the letter. She puts a thoughtful hand to her chin and hums, furrowing her brows and examining the characters on the page. Nico can already hear something ridiculous coming from Nozomi’s mouth.

“Actually, It’s just really easy to tell how nervous you are while writing this.”

Surprised, Nico sits up.

“Really?” She asks.

“Mhmm. It’s not even about penmanship really, it’s more like your wording fumbles around a lot, ya know?” She flips the page back to the earlier letter and reads it, smirking a little before pushing the notebook away. “That first one on the other hand? Yikes.”

There it is. Nico frowns. “Gee, thanks.”

“So, how do we help Nico improve her letter then?” Eli says, bringing the two of them back to the main question once again.

The three of them fall into silence, pondering it. Nico’s hands go back to fiddling with her eraser and Eli takes the notebook, scanning through the different letters Nico’s already written. Nozomi looks to the ceiling with a small frown as she considers different options. A phone vibrates and each of the girls check their pockets to determine who’s phone received the message.

Nico’s eyes light up a little when she notices an e-mail notification from Hanayo. She opens it with glee and Eli and Nozomi peer over curiously, wanting to know who the sender is. The contents are an image file and a caption that says “Don’t tell Maki-chan I sent this!!”

“Oho? What’s this Hanayo-chan is sending you?” Nozomi quips, leaning closer to get a better look.

“Isn’t it a bit rude to peek at messages that aren’t yours?” Nico jabs, but does nothing to move away from Nozomi or Eli’s curious gazes.

Nozomi laughs and says nothing to follow up. Nico taps on the thumbnail and the photo takes a moment before it loads. Nico snorts while Eli and Nozomi chuckle as a photo of a flustered Maki and beaming Rin take up the screen. Both have kitty whiskers drawn on in some sort of pen, and judging by the slight blur of the photo, Hanayo must have moved her camera out of the way fast so Maki didn’t notice. Nico’s phone vibrates and she exits from the photo to read the next message.

In quotations, the text reads “We’re a couple of cutie panthers!” followed by a dash and Rin’s name. Nico laughs loudly while the other two giggle with her. When she recovers from her laughter she opens up a blank reply and begins to type.

“Cute, but if I remember right, there’s three cutie panthers, ain’t there?”

Nico hits send with another laugh.

“Ahh, lunch with those three looks like it’s fun. We should all eat together sometime.” Nozomi comments with a grin.

“We can always do that tomorrow.” Eli suggests.

Another vibration comes from Nico’s phone and she ignores the other two as they begin making plans for tomorrow's lunch. The reply from Hanayo is only a photo this time, and Nico opens it curiously. When the picture loads her throat closes and her hold on the phone tightens. Hanayo’s holding a shy peace sign up with one hand. Her glasses are on and decorating either sides of her face are two whiskers that match Maki and Rin’s from the previous photo. There’s a slight tinge of pink to her cheeks, as well as a couple grains of rice lingering in the corner of her mouth.

Nico feels like she could die happy this very moment from the surprise photo. Nozomi and Eli have stopped talking and are looking at Nico with concern on their faces. Her phone vibrates again and Nico’s brought back to reality, backing away from the photo and reading the follow up text.

“Rin-chan had to take the photo, but we’re all here!! (´･ω･`)”

‘Thank you Rin.’ Nico thinks, tempted to raise her fist in the air.

“What was the last picture Hanayo sent?” asks Nozomi as she leans closer, wanting to see the image. Nico almost chucks the phone across the room in her surprise.

“I-It was Hanayo,” She says, going back to the picture to show the other two.

“Is this a sign you and I are being replaced by Rin and Hanayo for the next performance of Cutie Panther?” Eli jests, a warm smile on her face. “We can swap subunits for the day. Nico, you can be with Printemps while I join Lily White.”

Eli’s the only one who laughs at her joke. Nozomi and Nico make eye contact, knowing that if a switch like that actually happened, Eli would probably be in Printemps and Nico would join Lily White. They let Eli have her fun and Nozomi watches as Nico smiles fondly at the photo on her screen.

“Nicocchi really loves Hanayo-chan, doesn’t she.” It’s not said as a question, nor teasingly. It’s a genuine observation. Nico looks to her friend and notices the warm, fond smile she has. The kind Nozomi wears when Eli walks into the room.

“I-” She pauses, thinking over her own feelings. She knows talking with Nozomi last night cleared up her uncertain feelings, but they’re still so new and unfamiliar, she feels a little weird saying them outloud. “I really, really do.”

Nozomi and Eli settle back down in their chairs. Nozomi looks at Eli, silently communicating something that the blonde seems to understand perfectly. Her green eyed gaze looks back to Nico and her smile turns cheeky as she asks a question.

“Why?”

Flabbergasted, Nico almost glares at her.

“What the heck do you mean ‘why’?!” She almost throws her arms up. “I don’t know why I love Hanayo! It just sort of happened.”

Nozomi hums.

“Love has a weird way of doing that.” She says with a nod. “But what do you love about her?”

Nico hesitates. There’s a lot she could say for this question. It isn’t just a single thing, more like a compilation of little things.

“I love a lot of things about her,” She eventually begins, “I love her personality. Even if she is a little timid and doesn’t have a lot of confidence in herself some times, if she’s determined, she’ll do her best to succeed. She’s cute- not just her looks, but everything about her is cute. She’s great to talk with, she always makes sure you know she’s listening to you and she’s serious about idols. She may even rival me when it comes to how much we know about the business.”

Nico thinks about her junior and a small smile forms on her face. All the time spent with her, conversations they’ve shared, every little detail that brought them closer together and strengthened their friendship were also little things that helped Nico fall for her in the first place. She misses the gentle smiles both Eli and Nozomi stare at her with. She speaks in a soft tone as she continues.

“I love the way she laughs. The way her eyes light up when she see’s something she loves, or hears something good about muse. I love how she shouts “BIG NEWS!” when there’s been an update on Love Live, or anything in general really. I love all of these and I love all of her.”

Eli sniffles a bit and Nico looks over to see her wiping away a tear.

“Eh?! Are you crying?!” She’s a mixture of embarrassed and proud of the little detail and Eli doesn’t try to deny it.

“I-I don’t mean to! It’s just so sweet.” She sighs a bit and smiles, “It’s nice, seeing how happy loving her makes you.”

Nico almost buries her face into her hands to hide her embarrassment.

“It really is, isn’t it?” Nozomi giggles and looks at Eli, “and you wrote all of it down, right Elichi?”

Eli holds up a piece of paper Nico hadn’t noticed and winks.

“Every word.”

Nico almost screams.

“You wrote it all down?! What the hell?!” She stands up flustered, reaching over to Eli and grabbing the paper. She scans Eli’s point form notes of the confession and she feels her face heat up.

“It’s to help you, Nicocchi!” Nozomi laughs, “If you can say all of this outloud, you shouldn’t have a problem with putting it on paper, right?”

Nico swears she can hear a heavenly chorus. There’s a golden glow surrounding Nozomi, making her think nothing less of an angelic angel;maybe even a beautiful goddess like Muse's namesakes. Nico reaches over and grabs Nozomi’s hands into her own, looking her dead in the face and saying her thoughts proudly.

“You’re a genius and if I could, I’d kiss you right now.”

Nozomi’s eyes practically light up and Eli coughs. Nico laughs.

“Geeze Eli, I’m kidding. Besides, I should be kissing you since you wrote down all of this great content that just came out of my mouth. I won’t, because that’d be weird, but I’d kiss you if it wasn’t.”

Eli’s cheeks redden and Nozomi lets out a small, disappointed hum (Nico wants to assume it’s because she joked about kissing Eli instead of her, but she knows Nozomi’s probably disappointed there’s no kissing at all. ) She rereads everything Eli’s written down carefully before reaching into her bag and pulling out a piece of pink stationery. Lining the outsides of it is a pattern of a bunny silhouette and tiny pink hearts. It’s Nico’s favourite, and the perfect kind to use for something as important as this.

“Okay. I think I have the right idea.” Nico grabs her pencil and without any more hesitation, she begins to write on the dotted lines of the paper.

Nozomi and Eli busy themselves with light conversation, not wanting to distract Nico from her writing. Lunch is nearing its end and the girl is determined to finish this before heading back to class. She needs to finish it now. It has to be slipped into Hanayo’s shoe locker before practice starts. She’s glad that no matter the speed of her writing, it’s always perfectly legible- and quite adorable, if she’s truly honest. Practicing to have the cutest writing in grade 3 had perfect, lasting impressions.

By the time she reaches the end of the letter, she hesitates. It’s time for her to write her name. She swallows, hard, her pencil hovering above the bottom of the paper. This would seal the letters fate. She could leave it anonymous, leave Hanayo guessing who left the letter in her locker and have her ponder endlessly until she either figured it out or Nico decided enough was enough- but then what would be the point of the love letter? Nico didn’t want to make this anonymous. She wanted Hanayo to know her true feelings, and know that it’s her who has been nothing but blessed with falling in love with her.

That thought alone makes Nico sign the bottom of the paper, and for an added touch she doodles a small heart and a tiny “nico nico nii” next to it.

“Nico, I’m sorry but lunch is almost over,” Eli’s voice has a hint of worry to it, but Nico looks up with a triumphant smile.

“Guess that means I made the deadline~” She grins, holding the letter out to her. “Well, tell me what you think.”

Eli gingerly takes it from her, reading it. She nods at some parts and Nico watches as her smile grows wider. She hands the paper off to Nozomi when she’s finished reading and turns to Nico, giving her a wink and a thumbs up.

“It’s perfect!”

Nico silently pats herself on the back and Nozomi laughs.

“It is. It’s very much like Nicocchi too. I’d expect nothing less than this.” Nozomi hands the paper back to Nico and grins. “Looks like the hardest part is over.”

Nico sighs in relief.

“Thank god. Now all I have to do is put it in her locker before practice.”

Eli wants to add a thought in, but the bell signalling the end of lunch rings and her thoughts are pushed to the side. Nico quickly folds the letter up and puts it into a matching envelope. She doesn’t seal it as she slips it into her bag and she follows Nozomi and Eli as they stand from their chairs.

“Good luck with your letter, Nico.” Eli says with a smile.

“Thanks,” Nico returns the smile, “I’ll need it.”

The three of them laugh as they exit the club room and head towards their classrooms for the second half of the school day.

Fifteen minutes left in class and Nico’s having a small breakdown. Her English work means nothing right now, the most important moment of the day is approaching and Nico isn’t so sure she’s as prepared as she thought she was. She’s never felt so anxious before; not even before her very first live at Otonokizaka.

She reaches into her bag and pulls out the envelope. There’s no harm in being certain your love letter is perfect, right? And it wasn’t like she had the chance to proofread it herself during lunch- she was a little behind by the time she was able to begin writing it. Her eyes carefully scan the letter over and over again, double and triple checking that everything is written perfectly and that her mess of words actually got her feelings across. She fails to notice the girls around her packing up their books and getting ready to leave class. The teacher calls for everyones attention, but Nico ignores it as she checks over the letter one last time.

The end of day bell rings and Nico’s brought back to reality. Startled by the chime, Nico hurriedly gathers all her things. She quickly seals up the envelope, not giving it a second thought as she turns it around and scribbles the kanji for Hanayo’s name. She’s determined to get it downstairs and inside of Hanayo’s shoe locker, while still being on time to make it to the club room with the rest of the gang. She haphazardously throws all her books and loose papers into her school bag before making a mad dash out of the class.

On her way down the hall, she notices Eli give her a quick thumbs up. She returns it with a small smile as she excuses herself past a couple of girls, weaving her way by them and dashing down the stairs. She clutches the cute stationary in her hands like her life depends on it, not wanting to lose the important letter. The letter that contains her most heartfelt feelings towards her junior.

By the time Nico makes it to the bottom, her breathing is incredibly heavy. A few students look her way, worried about her current state, but she waves them off and tells them she’s fine. She moves as quickly as any winded girl can towards the entrance and the shoe lockers, heading straight for the row with Hanayo’s. She scans each number on the shoe compartments with careful eyes, not wanting to mistake the numbers.

“216…. 220... “ she mumbles to herself as she glances at the numbers. “Ah! 223!”

She swallows the nervous lump in her throat as she reaches the exact locker she needs to be at. With shaky hands, she pulls the door open carefully. Inside it, Hanayo’s outdoor shoes sit on the bottom level, neatly placed next to one another and not a single detail out of place. It’s very cute; very much like her. Nico shakes her head before placing it down on the pair of brown shoes before shutting the locker tightly. She glances up to the clock and sighs in relief when it reads only a few minutes have gone by since she made her mad dash down the stairs.

“Now.. to climb back up them.”

Nico groans as she makes her way back inside the building and towards the closest staircase.

“Great practice today, everybody!” Umi calls out to the group. “We’ve all been working really hard on our steps lately, so I think tomorrow we should all take the time to memorize the new lyrics. Does that work for everyone?”

A chorus of “Yes!” comes from the group. Umi smiles and dismisses everyone for the day. Nico immediately goes for her towel, picking it up and wiping the sweat off her brow. There’s a nudge from her right side and she glances to see Nozomi peeking at her with curious eyes. Nico frowns.

“What?” She asks in a flat tone.

“Oh nothing~. Just wondering how dropping off the ‘you know what’ went.” She gives Nico a tiny wink and Nico immediately leans in to shush her.

“S-shut up! It went fine! What else did you think would happen?!”

Nozomi laughs and shrugs.

“Dunno.” She turns her gaze over to their juniors to see Hanayo talking with Maki about today's practice. Nico’s gaze follows hers and her eyes soften. Her heart jumps in her chest and she reaches up, absentmindedly clenching it.

“Don’t worry Nicocchi.” Nozomi says quietly. “I’m sure your feelings will reach her through that letter. You worked hard on it during lunch time, after all.”

Nico nods. She wishes there’s more she could do, but it’s all up to her letter now. She hopes that maybe Hanayo will text her later after reading it, or will ask to meet up to give her a proper response. There’s so many ways this could go, the thought of having to wait to find out stresses Nico out just a bit more than the idea of confessing to the girl face to face.

“Hey Nicocchi,” Nozomi says in a whisper close to her ear. “If we hurry up, maybe we can watch Hanayo-chan get the letter from her locker.”

Nico’s head whips to the side, her pigtails smacking Nozomi in the face. The idea pieces itself together inside her brain and she shouts.

“WELL, WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR?!” She grabs Nozomi by the wrist and drags her to the door, calling back to their third comrade, “ELI, HURRY UP! YOU’RE WALKING WITH US, RIGHT?!”

Nozomi’s laughing as Nico pulls her through the door to the stairs and Eli sighs, saying goodbye to the girls and quickly following the two of them off the rooftop.

“Why exactly do we need to hurry?!” She asks, looking to Nozomi for an answer.

“Nicocchi wants to watch the magical moment happen.” Nozomi explains with a cheeky grin, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious as well.”

Nico’s face feels warm but she says nothing as they reach the club room. They grab their uniforms and it doesn’t take the three of them long to change out of their practice clothes and back into them. Nico doesn’t bother tying her ribbon up nicely as she hoists her bag over her shoulder and waits impatiently by the door.

Once the other two have finished, Nico leads the way down the halls and to the school’s entrance. She ignores the increasing butterflies that build up more and more in the pit of her stomach. Thanks to the adrenaline from practice, it feels like nothing more than a light tickle, but she knows the moment Hanayo opens that locker door she’ll be feeling the full force of her anxieties.

The three of them settle in the perfect spot in the aisle next to the one with Hanayo’s locker. Nico stands between both of her friends, biting her lip and pushing all the thoughts that seem too hopeful out of her mind. She reminds herself that it’s a love letter, Hanayo might not read it until she gets home and even then, there’s no telling what her reaction might be. Maybe Nico will be rejected. Maybe Hanayo won’t want to be anything more than friends. Maybe she’s already dating somebody else Nico doesn’t know of (a silly thought, she realizes, because Hanayo keeps no secrets from muse, and they both know being an idol and having a lover has its problems .)

Voices can be heard in the distance and Nico can feel both Nozomi and Eli shifting closer to her in their excitement. Eli’s hand is comfortingly resting on her shoulder while Nozomi has linked her arm with Nico’s. This is it. The moment of truth is right before their eyes. Nico swallows nervously.

Rin and Hanayo step into the school entrance, discussing the English homework they’d been given. The older girls are so quiet that not a breath can be heard from any of them. Rin’s voice becomes a bit distant as she heads to her locker all the way at the end of the row, near the exit. Nico shuts her eyes tightly and the sound of Hanayo opening the door to her own echos in her ears.

“Eh?” Hanayo startles. “H-huh.. Whats this..?!”

Nico’s lips form a thin line and her face heats up even more. She’s hyper aware of the way Nozomi and Eli tense up with her; how all three of them stand as still as possible. She can hear the way Hanayo turns over the envelope and how she reads out her own name to herself. Nico shuts her eyes tightly and waits as the moment reaches its peak: would Hanayo open the envelope now? Or later?

“R-Rin-chan!” Hanayo calls out immediately, “R-Rin-chan!!!”

“Kayo-chin?!” Rin shouts back, followed by fast approaching footsteps. “What’s up!? What’s wro- OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT?!”

“I-I DON’T KNOW!” Hanayo cries, “IT’S ADDRESSED TO ME!”

“KAYO-CHIN, IS THAT A LOVE LETTER?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

It’s almost comical, the reactions the two of them have. If Nico weren’t so nervous, she’d be laughing about this. She feels the weight of Eli’s hand lift off her shoulder and her eyes glance to her, watching her cover her mouth and shake a little bit. She nudges Eli playfully and the girl only tries to stifle her laughs more.

“Geeze, you two are loud. What’s gotten you both so riled up?” A voice comes from the hall.

“MAKI-CHAN, IT’S BIG NEWS!” Rin exclaims, stealing the popular catchphrase from Hanayo, “KAYO-CHIN FOUND A LETTER IN HER LOCKER!”

“Eh?!” Maki’s voice seems surprised and the third years listen as her footsteps move closer to the other three.

Nico wishes she could see Hanayo’s expression right now.

“Koizumi Hanayo,” Maki reads the front of the envelope.”W-well, it’s certainly a letter for you alright.”

“Right?! This is amazing! Kayo-chin, you gotta open it!” Rin’s voice is bubbly and you can tell she’s got a slight bounce in her posture as she speaks.

“N-now?! B-but.. But I can’t.. it.. it wouldn’t be right to read it right now, would it?!”

“Rin, you can’t just ask Hanayo to read something personal right here in front of us.” Maki scolds.

Nico silently thanks Maki for stopping everyone from seeing the confession. It isn’t that it’s badly written- Nico poured her whole heart into it. It’s the highest quality love letter around. But, as great as it is, it's meant for one person’s eyes only (A silly thought, she realizes, when she remembers she had Eli and Nozomi proof read it.)

“Aww, but the flaps already opening up, see?”

‘Stupid cheap stationery.’ Nico almost grumbles.

“Eh?! Oh no! It is!” Hanayo sounds distressed. “I-I’ll just reseal it-”

Her voice cuts off and there’s an awkward silence from the other side of the shoe lockers. Nico glances to Eli and Nozomi in confusion and the both of them wear an expression that mirrors her own. Suddenly, Rin shouts so loudly that Nico’s positive all the clubs outside can hear her.

“IT’S EMPTY?!?!”

Nico’s eyes widen. Nozomi and Eli look at her bewildered as she starts quietly rummaging through her bag. She hands various textbooks and notebooks for both Eli and Nozomi to hold as she digs deeper into the bag. Sure enough, as she pulls out her English notebook, a corner of paper that matches the envelope the first years currently have peeks out at her. Nico tugs at it carefully and clutches it with a shaky hand as her face goes pale and her heart sinks. Staring her right in the face is her confession. The single most important detail of the love letter.

Nico wants to cry.

“Who would just put an empty envelope in your locker?!” Rin asks, her voice a mixture of offended and astonished.

“An idiot.” Maki says, and you can tell she wears an unhappy expression. “Don’t pay any mind to it Hanayo. This is a low prank.”

“You think it’s a prank?!” Rin’s horrified when she asks, not wanting to assume the worst like Maki has.

“W-well, what else could it be?!” Maki retorts. Nico can picture her arms are crossed and her fingers playing with her hair.

Hanayo hasn’t said anything in what feels like forever. Nico’s heart sinks imagining how hurt she must feel. There’s a nudge from the side Eli’s on and she glances to her taller friend. She points down the row and Nico turns just in time to see Nozomi walking out of their aisle and into the first years.

She almost yells.

“I was wondering what the commotion was~” Nozomi’s voice jumps in and Nico buries her face into her hands.

“Nozomi-chan!” Rin calls out to her. “Hey hey, come look at this!”

Eli and Nico listen as Nozomi’s footsteps get closer to the other girls.

“Hm? A love letter?!” She exclaims curiously.

“That’s what we thought too but it’s empty!!” Rin definitely sounds angry about this now, no thanks to Maki pointing out it could be a prank.

“Ahh… isn’t that something.” Nozomi responds.

“Uhm,” It’s the first time Hanayo’s spoken since they realized it was empty and Nico’s stomach tightens. “N-Nozomi-chan, you don’t… you don’t think this is a prank, do you?”

Her voice sounds hurt. Nico wants to punch herself in the face. Or smash it repeatedly into the lockers. How could she be so stupid and forget the actual letter? The cute envelope is nothing without the letter inside of it. This is a disaster.

“Mmm, well, it does seem that way doesn’t it?” Nozomi starts, “But Otonokizaka is full of sweet girls. I don’t think any of them would intentionally put an envelope in your locker without the letter.”

There’s a small silence from the other side.

“That’s true,” Hanayo says quietly. “Everyone I talk with here is so kind towards me.”

“Mhm. Plus, the school loves muse, don’t they?” Nozomi adds. “I think whoever gave this to you is just a little clumsy. They’re probably going to open their bag later and find the letter and feel pretty silly for forgetting to put it in the envelope.”

Nico can hear the smirk in Nozomi’s voice and she doesn’t know whether she should feel grateful or upset by the way she’s saving the situation.

Rin giggles a bit.

“That sounds kind of sad. Now I feel kinda bad for whoever gave Kayo-chin the empty envelope.”

“I’m not convinced.” Maki states, still unimpressed by the situation. “But it’s not really my concern. Hanayo, what do you think?”

There’s a moment of pause before the timid girl speaks.

“I think Nozomi-chan might be right.” She says, “I really don’t think anyone would do a prank like this. N-not here, anyway, but uhm,” She pauses a bit, as if thinking of what to say next. “W-well, I am hoping that they aren’t too sad about it later.”

Nico’s heart soars. This girl is just too good. Way too good. Even now, after her confession letter failed, she still hopes that whoever attempted to confess to her isn’t feeling down about failing. Nico wishes she could tell her right now. She wishes she could pull the courage to run into the other row and shout her feelings to the world, but as she gazes at the piece of paper clutched in her hand, she’s reminded of how she got into the situation in the first place. She holds the letter closer to her and almost sighs.

“Hey, didn’t you leave earlier with Nico-chan?” Rin suddenly says.

Nico tenses again.

“Ah, I did.” Nozomi replies with a laugh, “Nicocchi was so eager to leave, but thanks to that I forgot one of my books in class, so I came back to get it.”

‘Nice save, Nozomi.’ Nico thinks, with a mental thumbs up.

“Oh! Well, tell her and Eli-chan we said hi then!” Rin laughs, “Maki-chan, Kayo-chin, are we all ready to go?”

“Just let me grab my outdoor shoes.” Maki says.

The first years say goodbye to Nozomi, and Nico and Eli stay standing where they are until they hear the sounds of their footsteps walking out the entrance. Nico groans loudly and puts her head in her hands, the letter crumpling into her face as she accepts the fact that this confession is her biggest failure to date.

“What a mess.” She sighs. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice the letter wasn’t in the envelope.”

“How did that end up happening?” Eli asks in surprise. “Nozomi and I watched you fold and put it in the envelope at lunch!”

“I know! I know but-” Nico removes her hands from her face and looks up to the blonde, a tiny blush on her face. “I wanted to go over it one last time and the end of class to make sure it was absolutely perfect, and then class was dismissed and I sort of panicked and sealed the envelope and shoved my books into my bag.”

“Nicocchi needs to be a little careful with her notes then.” Nozomi says with a laugh as she returns, “Well, to be fair I may have seen this coming.”

Nico looks at Nozomi with squinted eyes.

“You KNEW it wouldn’t work!? And you let me embarrass myself?!” Nico exclaims, pushing herself onto her feet and glaring up at Nozomi.

“It was the cards, Nicocchi!” Nozomi laughs, “I may have done a reading for you before practice, and it wasn’t exactly the best outcome it could be but-”

“Wasn’t exactly?! Nozomi, I listened to Hanayo find an empty envelope from me in her locker! I think it’s far from the best outcome!” Nico’s voice is loud and Eli reaches out and pats Nico’s head reassuringly.

“There there Nico, it’s not like you won’t have other opportunities to tell Hanayo how you feel.” She reassures. “Nozomi, did your cards imply something else would happen if the letter failed?”

Nozomi smiles and shrugs. Nico feels a strong urge to crumple the letter in her hands into a small ball and throw it at the girl’s dimpled face. Eli sighs.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” She rubs the back of her neck and adjusts her bag on her shoulder. “Nico, would you like to join us for parfaits?”

“Thanks, but I think I’m going to go home for the day.” The shorter girl grumbles, folding the letter up and slipping it back into her bag.

“Hey, look on the bright side of this,” Eli attempts to bring up her mood by throwing in a positive thought, “With the letter not working, you can always try something more direct.”

“Mhm!” Nozomi says, looping her arm with one of Nico’s and adding onto Eli’s point. “Maybe you can invite her over to your place and watch some of those Lives you’ve got on dvd. We all know how you and Hanayo-chan love them.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“And maybe you’ll be able to read out the letter to her instea-” Nico cuts Nozomi off by elbowing her in the side. Nozomi laughs through the light pain as Nico walks away from her.

“Nozomi,” Eli warns and Nozomi’s laughter ends, replaced with a teasing smile. Eli turns her attention to Nico and steps forward to walk with her. “In all honestly though, it does give you a lot more time to work on confessing to her again. A lot of people fail to get their first confession across, and even I had my own struggles with confessing to Nozomi.

“Wait, really?” Nico’s a bit intrigued. She knew the story of how Eli confessed, but she hadn’t known Eli struggled to tell her girlfriend her feelings.

“Of course! It took me months before I could even ask Nozomi out, and I think I was finally able to tell her on the fourth attempt.”

Nozomi says a little “aw” as she catches up with the two of them, walking on Nico’s other side. Eli laughs as her cheeks tint red again and Nico’s attention goes from Eli to the open space in front of them. Knowing that even Eli had a tough time telling Nozomi her feelings gives her a bit of hope, and while Eli probably didn’t fail as badly with her confessions as Nico did today, she knows Eli has the right idea.

“Thanks Eli.” Nico says sincerely.

Eli smiles.

“So, does this mean you’re not giving up on telling Hanayo-chan you love her?” Nozomi asks.

Nico nods.

“Of course it does! It’d be dumb to give up in the first place, especially after today,” Nico starts, “If Eli didn’t give up on telling you her feelings, then there’s no way I can give up on telling Hanayo! I’ll tell her exactly how I feel no matter what!”

“Harasho!” Eli cheers, “That’s the spirit, Nico!”

“We’ll be rooting for you, Nicocchi! Do your best!” Nozomi adds.

Today really didn’t go as planned for Nico, but with nothing but determination and the promise of getting her feelings across to Hanayo, Nico’s confident the next attempt will be better.

#Nicopana #Nico Yazawa #Hanayo Koizumi #Nozomi Toujou #Eli Ayase #Myfic #@ Nico sorry #I hope you guys like this!! it took me a lot longer than i thought OTL #Ill do my best to give it regular updates tho!!

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sadbunnny-blog · 6 years ago

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Verbal language in the kind of hissing, growling and meowing (in almost all its varied forms) are common ways in which your kitty communicates along with you. After being roommates for some time, you are able to start to understand what she is communicating. Non-verbal cat framework language, nonetheless, could be trickier to decipher since as pet mother and father understand very well, cats are notoriously sly & count on you to read their kitty-cat minds.

Because they are such expressive creatures, cats can convey a good deal of emotion without stating anything at all. It's not hard to lose hours of your life considering fun, crazy images of cute cats posted on any of the innumerable internet sites out there. Many of said pictures are captioned with what their animal mother and father feel the cat is trying to express to them. You'll want to pay close attention to the non-verbal cues of her, there are several ways to figure out what it's your kitty is attempting to tell you.

EyesLong-haired white, black and brown cat with big yellow eyes stares ahead.

As the old phrase goes, "the eyes are the window towards the soul," and this's definitely applicable to kitties. As Vetstreet points out: "Your cat's eyes help tell the story of her internal state." It is quite common for cats by sitting and stare, deep in thinking, for extended amounts of time. Perhaps she's contemplating the good mysteries on the planet, or daydreaming about her favorite toy mouse.

If her pupils are normal (which is, not dilated), rest assured that your feline friend is relaxed and set chill. "When your cat is at ease, she might earn eye contact," Vetstreet carries on, "and can hold the gaze for some time before looking away inside a nonchalant manner or even blinking softly." You'll usually observe this gentle, sometimes heavy-lidded appearance soon after your cat's received a rewarding food, or right before she drifts above to bed.

The shape of a cat's eye also can reveal a great deal about her inner thoughts. Just like her human friends, the eyes of a cat will open up vast with shock, a behavior that indicates she's on high-alert. In case she narrows the eyes of her and they are dilated, be careful because trouble is on the way. Pupils dilate when adrenaline kicks in, as well as in relation to cats, it means she is all set to pounce, attack, dominate or almost all of the above.

Ears

Whether rounded or maybe pointed, a cat's ears essentially are antennae directly wired to her emotions and tuned in to the world around her, all thanks to their ability to move independently, coupled with her impeccable hearing skills. "A cat up to three feet beyond the origin of a sound can pinpoint its location to within a few inches in a mere 6 one hundredths of a second," describes Animal Planet." Cats likewise should hear sounds at great distances - 4 or even 5 instances farther away when compared with humans." Your furry pal's remarkable, unparalleled ability to hear what you cannot might conjure worries about odd happenings around the home, but most likely, she's enjoying the floor creak a few rooms away.

If your cat's ears are in "airplane mode" - that's, flattened out on the edge, and maybe even behind her - she is anxious, frightened or irritated. This's a fight-or-flight mode, so be prepared for either activity. You might see this behavior, for example, whenever your kitty is introduced to a new man or animal. Flattened against her head, her ears reflect a far more harmful or perhaps aggressive emotion, however, this position also can show that your cat is frightened. In any case, do what you can to remove her safely from the circumstances.

And remember what food the ears of your happy cat look like? Why, says PetMD, of course, a smile, with "ears turned up as well as to the side." Now that is one cute look!

Tail

Backside point of view of orange striped tabby cat with curved tail

Maybe the most intriguing and mysterious instrument of all of the cat body language is the tail. A cat's tail can transform into many, many different positions, every one of which are indicators of a variety of emotions. When the tail requires the type of a question mark or perhaps a hook, for instance, it means that kitty is looking for fun and wants some playtime! A tail which stands straight up is the fact that of a friendly cat, also.

But in case you notice your cat's tail hanging low (unless it's a breed characteristic, such as together with the Persian), watch out: The solution to "What is my cat attempting to tell me?" is "there's anger brewing." When the fur against your kitty's tail rise up on end, sometimes called the "Halloween tail," you've a mad cat on your own hands. "If you notice your cat's tail puffed in place because of its fur upright on end," tells you Finn ut mer, "that would mean she's angry or afraid and is trying to appear larger and more dominant." In case you end up in this particular circumstance, specialists recommend that you continue to be calm yourself and do your best to eliminate your kitty from the tense situation.

A content, cat which is happy will curve the tail of her around the stuff she loves the most, such as her animal parent's leg or maybe a cat sibling, and she will cuddle up with her own tail for comfort and warmth.

Stance

Orange tabby cat stretching out on its back

As tiny and as quiet (most of the time, anyway) as they are, domestic home cats will make their presence known. When your cat wants your attention, she will go to great lengths to get it, including knocking your glass off the kitchen table or even plopping down to go for a nice, long catnap on your laptop keyboard. In these cases, you don't need to ask, what is my cat trying to express to me? It's evident what she wants: lots and attention of it.

It's precisely this sort of posturing, nevertheless, that provides a sign of what is going on in her smart feline brain. Along with vocalizing her needs and desires, a cat will do non-verbal maneuvers to get in touch with you, her pet parent.

An arched back after a great night's sleep is part of your kitty's stretching regime, but in case it is accompanied by gentle "head butting" against your leg or arm, it's a sure signal which your fur baby is looking for one-on-one time that has lots of pets. Nevertheless, the arched-back-and-puffed-out-tail version of the "Halloween pose" indicates that your cat is feeling mad, aggressive, or frightened. An extremely frightened cat also will do the sideways walk if she is taken aback by an unwanted surprise.

A cat that sits on the earth and also exposes her belly is up to one of two techniques. In most instances, she assumes this vulnerable position to demonstrate the trust she believes in the pet parents of her, showing you that she is aware that you understand she really loves you and also feels safe with you. You will see her make this happen while playing with her favorite toys, too.

But, a cat additionally will lay on her back while goofing off along with other members of the family, be they man or maybe pet, so be prepared for your seemingly subdued kitty to go up suddenly and "attack" you. Additionally, this position often can be used when cats are rough-housing together. Though it is able to escalate quickly, it's usually all games and fun.

Deciphering cat body language calls for close observation and persistence, but the pay off is worth it. Finding what your cat is trying to inform you results in communication that is clear and a better connection with your beloved pet. Understanding the non-verbal communication of her will help you know when to offer her more attention and when she just wants her space.

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ookamikasumi-writer · 7 years ago

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The Secret to Proper Paragraphing and Dialogue

Want to Know the Biggest Secret in the Fiction Writing Industry?

It's not the Plotting they use, the Characters, the Theme, the Settings, or anything else like that. It's the Sentence Structure.

The Secret to Proper Paragraphing & Writing Dialogue

Disclaimer: This is how I was taught to structure dialogue for publication purposes -- by my editors. If you don't want to do it this way -- Don't. (Less competition for me.)

Once you know what your characters are doing and saying, how do you get all that down on paper without ending up with a huge confusing mess?

Putting the Story on Paper.

Everybody knows that when a new speaker speaks they get a new paragraph, right? In other words, you DON'T put two different people talking in the same paragraph. Okay, yeah, so anyone who has written any kind of fiction learns this pretty darned quick, (usually from their readers.)

What nobody seems to get is that the same goes for a new character's ACTIONS.

Seriously, when a new character ACTS they're supposed to get their own paragraph -- even if they don't speak!

In short, you paragraph by change in CHARACTER -- not because they speak, but because they ACT. Ahem... Dialogue is an ACTION. In other words, the reason you don't put two different characters' Dialogue in the same paragraph is BECAUSE you don't mix two characters' Actions. Okay?

"Wait a minute, doesn't that cut everything into tiny bits, you know, when you cut all the dialogue away then divide up all those paragraphs?"

No because Character A's dialogue is supposed to be IN Character A's paragraph of actions. Character B gets his own paragraph of dialogue AND actions. You divide up a story's paragraphs by individual Character -- not by individual lines of Dialogue OR Actions.What you definitely don't do, is cut all the dialogue away from everything and mash all the different characters' actions together in one messy paragraph where no one can tell who did what.

"Where the heck did THAT rule come from?"

Strunk & White's Element's of Style, the grammar handbook.

To wit…

"In dialogue, each speech, even if only a single word, is a paragraph by itself; that is, a new paragraph begins with each change of speaker."

This is often misinterpreted as:

"Make a new paragraph at every new line of dialogue."

Um... No.The key phrase here is:

"a new paragraph begins with each change of Speaker."

As long as the Speaker is Acting, the Speaker HAS NOT CHANGED. However, every time a new character Acts, you ARE Changing Speakers -- even if they don't talk! Therefore, each new character ACTING gets a New Paragraph, whether or not they have dialogue.

How this works...

WRONG:

"You named a stuffed animal?" Toby raised his eyebrows, surprised, and Becky's blush grew brighter, creeping down her neck. <-- Two Characters acting in the same paragraph. Becky mumbled, "I wouldn't so much say named, as gave it an identifying word to distinguish it from all the other stuffed cute kitty plushies." <-- this whole line is Abandoned Dialogue.

RIGHT:

Toby raised his eyebrows, surprised. "You named a stuffed animal?" Becky's blush grew brighter, creeping down her neck. "I wouldn't so much say named, as gave it an identifying word to distinguish it from all the other stuffed cute kitty plushies."

What's Missing?

'Becky mumbled.' This is an unnecessary Dialogue tag. Once you link a character's Dialogue to their corresponding Actions, you no longer need the Dialogue tags.

If you really, really want to add that Becky mumbled her words, describe it as an Action. Don't TELL us that she mumbled, SHOW us.

Example:

Becky's blush grew brighter, creeping down her neck. Her voice dropped to barely a mumble. "I wouldn't so much say named, as gave an identifying word to distinguish it from all the other stuffed cute kitty plushies."

"You named a stuffed animal?" Toby raised his eyebrows, surprised, and Becky's blush grew brighter, creeping down her neck. Her reaction was adorable and he couldn't resist needling her some more. "I thought you hated stuffies."

"Then can you lump those actions together?" -- Thanks in advance -- Jas

Um... NO.

-- Remember this?

"…a new paragraph begins with each change of Speaker."

When a new character ACTS they're supposed to get a new paragraph.

"You named a stuffed animal?" Toby raised his eyebrows, surprised, and {Toby's actions -- Becky's Actions} Becky's blush grew brighter, creeping down her neck.

Becky didn't say anything, but she IS acting --a blush is an action-- therefore Becky gets her OWN paragraph.

Adjusted:

"Toby raised his eyebrows, surprised. You named a stuffed animal?" Becky's blush grew brighter, creeping down her neck.

This is incorrect too:

"You named a stuffed animal?" Toby raised his eyebrows, surprised.

Actions go BEFORE Reactions

Toby was surprised so he commented: "You named a stuffed animal?" He didn't comment and THEN become surprised.

Adjusted:

Toby raised his eyebrows, surprised. "You named a stuffed animal?"

All together now!

Original:

Adjusted:

"Toby raised his eyebrows, surprised. You named a stuffed animal?" Becky's blush grew brighter, creeping down her neck. Her reaction was so adorable, Toby couldn't resist needling her some more. "I thought you hated stuffies?"

-----Original Message----- "But when you do that, it looks so...choppy on the page. There's ton's of empty white space!" -- Hates Empty Space

Yes, it looks choppy on the page, but its Far More Important that there is absolutely no doubt in anyone's mind as to who is acting and who is speaking.

Another Example:

"Don't help me. I'm fine by myself," she told him, not bothering to be polite. He looked surprised and perhaps a little hurt. She heard another voice. "Geez, you're pretty full of yourself, aren't you?" She got to her feet and brushed herself off, glancing in the direction of the newcomer. She nearly recoiled in shock. Another handsome guy. He crossed his arms over his chest. "He was just trying to help you." He told her. She readjusted her bag and said. "I don't recall asking for help."

By the way, once you separate each of your character's actions into new paragraphs and reconnect each character's dialogue to their actions, you won't need dialogue tags such as "said" because your character's actions are the identifiers for your dialogue.

With actions separated and dialogue attached.

"Don't help me. I'm fine by myself." She didn't bother to be polite. He looked surprised and perhaps a little hurt. A new voice called out. "Geez, you're pretty full of yourself, aren't you?" She got to her feet and brushed herself off, glancing in the direction of the newcomer. Another handsome guy. She nearly recoiled in shock. He crossed his arms over his chest. "He was just trying to help you." She readjusted her bag. "I don't recall asking for help."

If you truly loathe all that white space, then fill it in with more actions, description, and internal narration observations.

-----Original Message----- But what about when someone is watching someone else, or feeling someone do something to them? -- Concerned about Observation

This seems perfectly fine, right?

He watched her shake her butt. He felt her skin move against his.

However, once you take this into account:

"…A new paragraph begins with Each Change of Speaker." When a new character ACTS they're supposed to get a new paragraph.

Not so fine after all. You have two people acting in the same line -- in Both Cases.

The way around this little gem of a problem, is to SHOW the event by character rather than TELL it in one lump.

You begin by dividing the actions by Character:

He watched her. She shook her butt and her skin moved against his. He felt it.

Seems kind'a…short eh? That's because those lines TOLD you what happened, instead of Showing you what happened, so there are all kinds of details missing. Once you add enough details to paint a whole picture…

Adjusted:

From his seat at the edge of the stage, he watched her. Tall, svelte, and in the skimpiest bathing suit he'd ever seen, she moved in close and shook her butt. The round, firm flesh jiggled enticingly against his face. His cheeks were subjected to the most incredible, though slightly sweaty, facial massage ever.

KILL the Dialogue Tags. Seriously.

When you have an action with a line of dialogue, you don't need Dialogue tags, such as "he said" -- at all. You already know through their actions WHO is speaking.

Dialogue tags are only ever needed when you don't have any other way of identifying the speaker.

HOWEVER, if you have no other way of knowing who is speaking than dialogue tags, then you have committed the heinous crime of: Dialogue in a Vacuum

Also known as "talking heads syndrome."

A book with nothing but reams of dialogue marked only by dialogue tags means that while people may be talking, there is no PICTURE. The mental movie has stopped and only the sound-track is playing. Compare it to a Radio Show with no sound effects.

I don't know about you, but when I go to read a story, I want to SEE what I'm reading like a movie, not listen to a radio show.

Memorize this:

Readers always interpret what they read the way they want to see it -- unless you SHOW them what you envisioned.

In other words…

What CAN be misunderstood WILL be misunderstood.

Leave Nothing to Misinterpretation.

Readers will ALWAYS make whatever assumptions come to mind about what they are reading. When a reader realizes that what they thought was going on -- wasn't, they'll get confused, and occasionally pissed off.

Unmarked blocks of dialogue are painfully EASY to get lost in.

I remember reading one whole page of un-tagged action-less dialogue only to find out that I had two of the characters reversed. Did I reread that whole page to figure out what was going on? Hell no! I tossed the book across the room. (In fact, it's still on the floor gathering dust bunnies.)

"But, isn't that what 'said' and other dialog tags are for?"

Just for the record...

Using dialogue tags is Not against the rules. Dialogue tags are a perfectly viable way to identify who is speaking -- it just makes that part of the story BORING. (I don't know about you, but I won't read something that bores me.)

I choose to write my dialogue without using "said" unless I am actually describing a change in voice, tone, or volume in the same paragraph. And even then, I try to avoid them. I use the speaker's actions to define who is speaking to whom.

I use...

ACTION TAGS

"What the heck is an Action Tag?"

BODY LANGUAGE

Language is Visual not just a bunch of words. Watch the average conversation between two people. Over 90% of that conversation isn't in what's spoken, it's in what they are DOING as they are speaking. It's in their Body Language. Body-language cues the reader as to what is going on in a character's head – in ADDITION to dialogue and internal narrative.

Action and body-language tags on dialogue are Not just for Decoration.

Stories are Mental Movies you play in your imagination. I don't know about you, but I HATE to be interrupted when I'm involved in a good movie. If I have to stop and reread a section just to figure out what the heck is going on, I've been interrupted. One too many interruptions and I'm switching to another story -- with no intention of continuing with something that's just too much work to get through.

Action tags keep the mental Movie rolling and the MEANING of what is being said crystal clear. A small simple action can tell you right away, what's going through the speaker's head.

Don't just SAY it! ~ SHOW IT!

"I love you too." She rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. "Oh yes, I truly do love you." "I love you too." She dropped her chin and pouted. "Oh yes, I truly do love you." "I love you too." She glared straight at him. "Oh yes, I truly do love you." "I love you too." She turned away and wiped the tear from her cheek. "Oh yes, I truly do love you."

WHY I loathe the word "said."

To be perfectly clear, it's not JUST the word 'said', I hate ALL Dialogue Tags inclusively. I utterly refuse to use them.

Why?

Because they're wasteful. They clutter up dialogue while slowing down actions, and they use up word-count that could be far better used �� elsewhere.

I don't believe in putting anything in my fiction that isn't useful. If it doesn't add to the character or the plot, it gets eradicated. Dialogue tags are too easily replaced by something that actually adds to the story, such as an action, a facial expression, a spot of description, or a character's opinions.

Just for the record, I write extremely dialogue-heavy fiction. When I find that a dialogue tag is indeed needed in my story to identify who is talking, I see it as a red flag that indicates that all action has come to a screeching halt. Nothing is Happening other than talking; also known as: Talking Heads Syndrome.

When that happens, I find some way to fill that space with something useful to the story such as an action, a facial expression, a spot of description, or a character's opinions -- ANYTHING other than a dialogue tag.

But those are MY feelings on the subject. Your mileage may vary.

Dialogue tags ARE a legitimate form of sentence structure. When there is no other way to identify a speaker, dialogue tags are indeed a viable option.

What about Punctuation for Dialogue?

Go here: http://theeditorsblog.net/2010/12/08/punctuation-in-dialogue/ Read that.

-----Original Message----- "Also, I hope you don't mind, but did you come up with the rules yourself, through experience and trial and error, publisher's advice, or is there a handy guide I can employ? Obviously, I quite loyally follow Strunk and White, but I don't think it talks about this subject much. Is there a book that YOU use?"

Let's start here:

"...did you come up with the rules yourself, through experience and trial and error, publisher's advice...?"

YES -- to all of the above, plus editor hounding and long chats with a number of extremely well-established fiction authors. In addition, I've read a crap-load of how-to books. I'm pretty sure I own, and have practically memorized, just about every book "Writer's Digest" has put out.

My writing advice posts are the results of taking all the info I'd crammed into my head and condensing it into small bite-sized, chew-able, pieces that are easy to remember and much easier to apply. Rather than waste people's time on theory, I focus on application.

As for recommended reads... Unfortunately, there is no one guide that shows it all. Not One. However, there are two books I can't praise highly enough. As far as I'm concerned, they are VITAL reading for fiction writing.

SCENE & STRUCTURE by Jack. M. Bickham

THE WRITER'S JOURNEY by Christopher Vogler

There are lots of other books I could recommend, but these are the two "Must Haves" if an author really, REALLY wants to write fiction well.

Enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DISCLAIMER: As with all advice, take what you can use and throw out the rest. As a multi-published author, I have been taught some fairly rigid rules on what is publishable and what is not. If my rather straight-laced (and occasionally snotty,) advice does not suit your creative style, by all means, IGNORE IT.

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