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merppppppppppppppppp · 5 years ago

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Homie, Lover, Friend (Bakugo x Black! (F)Reader x Deku)

Pt. 1

(This is the second part in a series. Reader-Chan is black and hood coded)

The walk to the cafe had given you time to clear your head. Unfortunately, your body hadn’t quite gotten the memo. Because the way Bakugo had looked at you...the way he touched you... It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make you see your friend in a different light.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t find Bakugo cute. Hell, since he’d grown up, developed his style, and started getting piercings, you had to admit your bestie was a whole ass snack. It also wasn’t lost on you that he may have had a slight crush on you. Hell, you’d seen the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. You may have had a teensie little crush back even, but you always thought it was just innocent. Just a surface level attraction that would never go beyond light flirting.

Was he seriously trying to make a play for your hand? If the predatory way he had stared at your lips was any indication...whew. You had to calm the hell down. You had a date with Izuku, another little cutie that you’d been crushing on for years.

In fact, said cutie was waving at you from the sidewalk as you made your way towards the line of shops and restaurants.

“Hey, y/n!”

“Wassup Zuzu?”

He pulled you into a hug that had you pressed into his hard chest.

Ok, Zuzu...

You thought as you felt his pecs flexing against you. You couldn’t believe the once shy little green haired kid had grown into this confident, fit, and frankly fine as hell, fledgling hero.

“Okay, Zuzu! I see you, boo. All fine and shit.”

He blushed, scratching his green curls. That was more like the Izuku you had grown up with.

“Haha, thanks, y/n. I could say the same about you. You look really pretty.”

You gave him an appreciative smile.

He held open the door to the cafe “After you.”

The two of you settled into a cushiony booth in the back of the shop and placed your orders.

“So, Mr. Big Shot Hero, I ain’t heard from you in a while,” you nudged his leg under the table with your foot. “Wassup? Too busy being famous to hit a bitch up now?”

“I would hardly call myself a hero! I’m just a sidekick, but yeah, I guess it does keep me busy.”

“Clearly,” you pouted. “Too busy for little old me.”

“N-no! Never, y/n. I-I’ve been wanting to reach out to you.” He grabbed your hand across the table. “I’ve missed you a lot, but that’s not an excuse.”

“Zuzu, chill, I’m just playin! I know you’re busy living your best life as a hero,”

Izuku started to correct you, but you cut him off.

“You’re a hero in my book, Deku, so get used to the title.”

He chuckled. “If you say so, y/n.”

“Anyway, boo, I’m just glad we’re finally hangin out-“

“On a date.” Izuku corrected you with a smile.

“On a date.” You smiled back. “See?” You reaches across the table to smack his forearm. “Why can’t you say that you’re a hero with that same confidence?”

“Because,” Deku grabbed your hand, gently, “I’m still working on the hero thing.”

He brushed his thumb along your knuckles.

“But I already succeeded on getting a date with you.”

He kissed your knuckles gently.

Lord Jesus...

Since when did sweet little Deku, get so much big dick energy? And better yet, could he back it up?

You tried to think of a cheeky response, but much like with Bakugo earlier, your mind was failing you.

Thankfully, your cherub cheeked waitress appeared with your order.

“Here you are, you two. The high tea!”

She announced, sitting down a 3-tiered platter piled high with mini sandwiches, cheeses, and tartlets in front of them. A second waitress followed suit with a cup of rose tea for you and chai tea for Deku.

“Oooh! This is so cuuute!” You squealed whipping out your phone. You snapped a quick aesthetic pic for the gram and then another of yourself much to Deku’s amusement.

“Got the shot?” He asked.

“Yessir. Angles n awl uh dat!”

He chuckled.

“So,” He started, “hows your work under Midnight going?”

��It’s been pretty dope actually! Midnight has been training me on how to kick ass and on the art of seduction.” You wiggled your brows.

“Well, you don’t need help on that.”

Apparently not, since I got you and Boombastic thirsting over me...

“No, but it doesn’t hurt to refine my skills. Not to mention, Midnight is way more kick ass than I originally realized. Like, if she wanted to rank higher, she totally could, you can tell she’s just coasting.”

Izuku predictably perked up at the hero talk, his green eyes brightening a little more.

“Oh yeah, Midnight is amazing. She’s much more skilled than people give her credit for, but she’s underestimated due to the nature of her quirk and the way she dresses.”

“I know right!” You exclaimed. “Like, I dead ass saw her take out eight villains even when her quirk wasn’t functioning properly.”

“Aw man, I would have loved to see that!”

“It was so dope. I’ve definitely upped my fighting skills learning from her.”

“Well, from what I’ve seen and heard, you’re doing amazing. I don’t think you could have chosen a better mentor.”

“Says you, Mr. I-work-for-the-number-one-hero.”

“Hey, who better to learn from if I’m gonna be the number one hero one day?“

You cocked a brow at Izuku’s bold declaration, and A blush rose on his freckled cheeks. He scratched his head.

“Oh jeez, I sound like Kacchan, don’t I?”

“Yeah, you do.”

“Speaking of, Kacchan, does he uh...know about us?”

You chuckled nervously. “Well, now he does.”

“How did he take it?” Izuku inquired as he munched in a sandwich.

“He asked me to cancel it and threatened to kill you.”

“Sounds about right.” Izuku snorted.

“And that was before he figured out who I was going out with.”

“Yikes. Guess I’ll get started on my will. Anything you want y/n?”

You giggled.

“Don’t worry, I told him he doesn’t own me and I can go out with who ever I want.”

“Trust me, y/n, I’m not worried about someone whose not in my position right now.”

“Damn Zuzu, it’s like that?”

“Hey,” he shrugged, “it is what it is. Now are you gonna eat that strawberry tartlet?

You and Deku spent the remainder of your date feeding each other the little tarts, laughing, and joking.

By the time you guys left the cafe and made it back to your apartment hand in hand, it was nightfall.

“I’m glad we went out tonight, Zuzu, this was hella fun.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, y/n.” Izuku smiled down at you.

“I almost forgot how much fun you are—ya know, since you turned into a stranger and all.” You gave him a playful nudge.

“Well, You let this stranger take you on a date and walk you home. So, I’m guessing you like him, huh?” He nudged you, playfully.

“Well...he kinda cute or whateva, so I guess I’ll keep him around for now.”

“Good.” Deku replied.

As The two of you stopped in front of your front door, he pulled you into him, arms around your waist.

“I’m gonna work on making that ‘forever.’”

Before you could think up a reply, his lips landed on yours; soft and sweet and warm.

Your eyes fluttered close at the gentleness of his touch. You melted into the kiss, returning it hungrily. Just as you began to lose yourself in the moment, Deku pulled back.

He gazed down at you for a beat before finally kissing your nose.

“Night baby.”

Baby?????

“G-goodnight, Izuku.” You whispered.

With that, he left.

#bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #deku x reader #my hero academia #love triangle #bakugo x reader #bnha #my hero fanfic #bnha scenarios #bnha smut

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is-it-madness · 4 years ago

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Sweet Treats

A/N: Well, well, well. As we know, today is the lovely Tom Hiddleston’s 40th Birthday, and to celebrate, I’ve decided to revisit a wonderfully smutty sub!Tom fic the darling @fadingfics wrote for his birthday last year. This fic had me sweating the entire time, so definitely give it a read and show it some love. You can find it here.

Summary: You’ve been preparing Tom for almost two weeks for his birthday celebration. Now it’s time to reward his commitment.

Madness List: this is a list of my thoughts of the fic, so major spoilers ahead.

1) ‘No matter how hard he tried, Tom could not make out what you were doing. The array of sounds around him was confusing, and his own fidgeting did not help. What he could hear were your giggles. You were clearly amused by his current predicament.’

Wonder what’s going on here 👀😏

2) ‘“I’m gonna be ready soon, my sweet.” You kissed his head.’

Cute 🥰

3) ‘Tom whimpered softly, and took a deep breath. Blindfolded and ordered to remain on his knees, hands behind his back, there was not much else he could do but wait.’

OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH OKAY OKAY I SEE

4) ‘He had been waiting for so long! You had denied him orgasms for two weeks, making him wear his cock cage round the clock, with the promise of making it up to him while flaunting the damn key around your neck.’

Hehe

5) ‘And tonight, during his own party with friends and family, you had made him wear his bluetooth anal plug, turning it on and off periodically, teasing him to his breaking point. The plug was still in his ass, vibrating on the lowest setting. He was so ready, his cock and balls were straining against the cage.’

... man is gonna cum by the lightest touch

6) ‘Tom stood up slowly, and removed the cloth from his eyes. His breath caught, and he growled deep inside his chest at the sight of you, sprawled naked on the bed. Strings of chocolate sauce covered your breasts, belly and thighs, like decorations on a cake.’

Thomas, your mistress needs to be cleaned. Thoroughly. Don’t miss a single spot 😏

7) ‘“Are you my chocolate cake, Mistress?” Tom asked in a low tone and half a smile.’

So cuuute bebe 🥺

8) ‘Wasting no more time, Tom crawled on the bed on top of you, and kissed you hard. He took one second to glare at the golden key on your neck, before he started to lick the chocolate off your upper chest. His skillful tongue worked over the chocolate lines almost with ease. All his oral training paying off as he eagerly sucked and licked your skin clean. He took extra time to lavish both your breast with his attentions before he continued his way down. You opened your legs for him, and Tom grabbed the back of your knee to lick the chocolate from your inner thigh.’

The urge to say ‘good puppy’ is just ready to burst from me. Also, totally random, but I don’t think I could ever do this. Too ticklish 😔

9) ‘Scooting up the bed to lay against the pillows, you opened your legs wide. “You may claim your cake now.”’

YASSSS!!! Damn, I am loving this 😌

10) ‘Tom leaned down and circled your thighs with his arms, pulling you close to his mouth. His tongue parted your folds to find you already wet. He moaned, relishing your taste. He pulled you even closer to his face, eating you as if your arousal had ignited something inside of him. He sucked your clit hard, tongued and teased your entrance and drank all your juices while staring right at you. Your orgasm was his prize and it came fast and hard, making you clench your legs around his head.’

Tom:

11) ‘Tom’s blessed mouth had you on the edge again in no time.’

‘Blessed’ 🤣 that’s definitely one way to describe it.

12) ‘Tom smiled up at you and rubbed two long fingers between your folds, getting them wet and warm before sliding them inside your cunt. His mouth went back to work on your clit while his fingers slid in and out, rubbing against your spot. Another orgasm rolled in, making you arch your back as you came shouting his name.’

Not me getting weak right now-

13) ‘In the afterglow, you watched Tom lick his fingers, wearing a rather proud smile. You took a moment to compose yourself before you sat up and beckoned him closer.’

Full of ourselves, are we? 🤨

14) ‘“On your knees, right here…” You patted the bed in front of you, and grabbed the chain around your neck. “Hands behind your back.”’

👀👀

15) ‘Tom did as you said, and held his breath as he watched you take the small golden key off your necklace and unlock his cock cage. He groaned loudly when you finally set him free.’

Also Tom:

16) ‘“You’ve been such a good boy Thomas, wearing your submission obediently.” You rubbed your nose against his, watching him blush. “Now, I’m gonna make it up to you. As a birthday present and a reward for being my good little slave.” You kissed him again. “On your back. Lift your legs up and open wide for me.”’

17) ‘You poured lube on the strap-on, making sure it was well covered, and then some more around his hole before sliding inside. You went slowly, letting him get used to the girth of the toy. Tom’s mouth fell open, his exquisite moans and gasps filled the room.’

*Inhale* I am thinking some dirty thoughts right now, and imagining him moaning and gasping is NOT helping.

18) ‘But you would not be rushed. You kept thrusting in and out, getting more of the toy inside with each slow thrust. It was driving Tom insane . It had been too long. He wanted to be ravaged, and he desperately moved his hips to meet yours. You had to scold him and hold him down to make him stop. Only when the toy was completely in did you increase your pace, angling your hips to make sure the toy rubbed against his prostate. Tom cried out when you hit the jackpot, and you went harder.’

😏😏

19) ‘“Mistress-” He grunted. “Can I- I want-” “Words, Thomas.” You half-smiled.’

🤣🤣 I’m afraid the poor man can’t hold out much longer

20) ‘You kept your hand around his cock as his hips spasmed, cum spurting on his belly. You stilled inside of him, letting him ride down from his first orgasm of the night. Smiling down at him, you pulled out and removed the strap-on. Immediately, you grabbed another toy from your stash and covered it with lube, pushing it inside of Tom, taking advantage of how open he was. He hadn’t fully recovered yet, and moaned loudly when the toy started to massage his prostate. You knelt on the bed between his legs, and grabbed the flogger. “Touch yourself, Thomas.” You leaned down to kiss and nip his inner thigh, setting the massager on low. “What?” Tom lifted his head up, as if he hadn’t heard you right. “Touch yourself.” You repeated, sucking marks on his thighs. “You haven’t done it in weeks, now you’re gonna do it, and put on a show for me. I wanna see that cock getting hard and leaking again.”’

I swear I’m getting so flustered and squirmy but I’m also like ‘Keep going 🤤’

21) ‘“You paint such a beautiful color, my prince.” You said, tracing the lines on his thighs with your fingers. “So pretty…” “Tha- thank you for making me pretty, Mistress.”’

Awww!! That’s so cute!

22) ‘You crawled on top of him, kissing his chest and you went, until you straddled his hips. Sliding your wet pussy lips on his still half soft cock, you used the flogger to mark his chest. Your rhythm was slow, taking time to tease his nipples, and kiss the pink marks of the flogger. You ran your hands down his stomach, feeling the tense muscles ripple under his skin, and you tried to soothe them.’

... pretty sure this is going to be his most favorite birthday after this 😆

23) ‘“You are going to come…” You started moving your hips again, up and down his length. “…when I say so.” You increased your pace, feeling him swell inside you. “Because you belong to me. Your body belongs to me.” Tom was breathing in short shallow gasps, eyes fixed on yours. “Your pleasure and your orgasms belong to me.” Your voice started to quake. “I own them… and I control them. Yes?”’

Why is this so hoooooot 😩🥵

24) ‘Tom grabbed your hips and turned you over, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Fuck me! And he did, hard, deep, relentlessly, as if he was making up for all those weeks you kept him from doing it. As much as he liked to play, nothing ever compared to feeling your cunt around his cock. Hot and wet and perfect . It was the best prize you could ever give him.’

I’M MELTING I CAN’T THIS IS TOO HOT I- brb, I need to get some cold water. I can’t continue without.

25) ‘Catching your breath back wasn’t easy with Tom crushing you. You knew he had come on command right when you did. You could feel his cock still twitching inside of you.“Tom?” You pushed on his arm. He didn’t move. “Oh, shit…” You giggled to yourself: Tom had gone into subspace.’

Mehehehe 😈 I guess the plan to fuck his brains out worked :D

26) ‘He was dead weight on top of you, but you managed to get at least part of your upper body from underneath him. Running your hands up and down his back and playing with his hair, you waited for him to come around, regretting the position you were in, as you would have loved to look into his eyes.’

WHAT THE-? MA’AM YOU GOT ME FROM HORNY TO SOFT IN .1 SECONDS

27) ‘“Mistress?” Tom propped himself on one of his arms and looked at you, eyes still glazed and unfocused. “I’m sorry-” He added, trying to move away.’

So sweet, so bebe 🥺

28) ‘“Come here.” You cupped his chin, making him look at you. “You did so good, my prince. I’m proud of you.” You kissed his forehead and then his lips. “Thank you, Mistress.” He said with a small proud smile and a slight blush on his cheeks. His body wiggled happily as he snuggled against you.

YOU CAN’T JUST MAKE ME GO FROM RUINED PANTIES TO UWU-ING LIKE THAT IT’S RUDE 😤

29) ‘You allowed a moment to rest before you pushed Tom off the bed and into the bathroom. You were both covered in chocolate, sweat and cum, and in dire need of a shower. After getting cleaned up, and despite Tom’s exhaustion, you made sure he drank enough water and had a few snacks. As soon as you disposed of the bed cover, you both slid in between the clean sheets underneath.’

*still grumbling about being soft*

30) ‘Tom cuddled up to your neck, arm wrapped around your waist. “Thank you,” he mumbled. “For everything.” You smiled and kissed his head, holding him close, legs tangled with his. “Happy birthday.”’

🥺🥺😭 THAT’S SO CUUUUTE AND SWEEEET AND NOW I JUST WANNA CUDDLE WITH HIM!!!! *sigh* ;-;

#Madness List #Sweet Treats

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multiplefandomsblog · 4 years ago

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🖌️

She giggled at his dramatic antics, god he was funny. The way he stabbed his drink and his comment made her roll her eyes, as a sign of her feelings she rested her head on his shoulder as she continued to drink. She had to swap her hands when it came to texting though which was a bit annoying.

Me: 🍇=☺️. (You make me Happy.)

She reached out to grab one of the doughnuts, eager to taste the crickety goodness! She lifted her mask and opened her mouth, luckily for her the angle of her mask prevented her new friend from seeing her sharp little fangs and her over excited smile as she bit into the pastry.

"AaaaMMM!~" She made little noises as she munched, however soon came a sound of disappointment.. not as disgusting as she thought but still a good doughnut. She continued to much away at the less than exciting pastry, she would make sure they did not go to waste however. They were pretty good afterall.

She thought for a moment, she felt... Relaxed for the first time in a while. It.. felt right to be here like this with him? Was she falling in love? That was way too quick.. damn her for her lack of interactions in the past. Of course she'd fall in love too easily..

Me: "Kokichi? Why did you glue our hands together?"

She typed with shaky fingers, this was certainly a new experience to type without emojis. She was a little nervous but she hit send anyway.

Just as she heard the notification reach his phone, the gentle sound of rain started to hit the windows of the cafe. The streets started to darken with overlooming clouds and the rain would surely get heavier over time.

After hearing her cute little laugh, wondered how her voice would sound; seeing as how her giggle was kinda cute, easily he assumed that her voice would be the same. He was tempted to ask why she doesn’t talk, but recalling her anxiety from earlier he stopped himself. That was quite unexpected of him, he usually never considered people’s feelings; did that change?

He smiled softly down at the text she had typed, eyes lingering on the message. He didn’t know why it had made him happy to know that, but it just did. Maybe he liked being the cause of her happiness.

Flushing from her head on his shoulder, he spun into a tornado of thoughts. He scolded himself for not already being used to the affection, finding it embarrassing how he flushed every single time. Thinking over it, he pondered, don’t couples do stuff like this? No, she’s probably just affectionate, this is normal, friends do this all the time, he told his brain, ignoring the screaming of his heart saying otherwise.

Noticing her lift up her mask to eat the snack, he watched attentively as she made small noises as she ate. Maybe too attentively. Chortling, he decided to tease her a little more, “What are those noises you’re making? Nishishi! So cuuute~” He cooed, reaching for his phone as she took out hers.

Unused to the sudden change of texts, he almost couldn’t read the text, having to look a little longer in small surprise. Reaching for a donut, he took a bite of it before speaking with his mouth full, “Maybe I did it because I thought you were cute~ How would you react to that?” Kokichi was aware of his half-assed response, though he chewed his treat carelessly anyway as he waited for her response.

“Oh hey, it’s raining! Hmmm I guess we’ll have to stay here and cuddle for warmth until it stops... Oh no... What a shame...” He spoke sarcastically at the last remark, nudging her slightly in a teasing manor.

#mod chia #rp #🖌anon

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rareficsnstuff · 6 years ago

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Teamwork [Tendou, Kuroo, Bokuto]

Summary: Tendou is the resident tickle monster in his, Bokuto’s, and Kuroo’s apartment and the other two can’t handle it. This was the last straw, but one thing is for sure: you can’t take the tickle monster on alone.

Words: 3,095

AN: Sequel to this. Is this a series now? Also, this is super long... I’m sorry, I couldn’t figure out how to end it...

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“I’m home!” Kuroo announced to the quiet apartment. He paused in the entry way, a bit perturbed by the lack of activity in their ordinarily lively shared apartment.

“Hello?” Stepping further into the room, he noticed a shock of bright, red hair draped lazily on the arm of the couch. “Tendou?” he whispered. As he approached the lanky figure, coming up to stand behind the couch, he saw his soft, relaxed features and understood that Tendou was asleep. Limp and utterly dead to the world. He smiled softly and turned towards the kitchen, feeling hungry now.

“Oh, that’s right. Bokuto said he’d be hanging out with Akaashi today. I’ll just have leftovers from last night,” he mused aloud before opening the fridge and pulling out a tupper wear container of fried rice and broccoli.

In the other room, a single beady, red eye slowly slit open, peering at the tufts of dark bedhead.

Kuroo continued to prepare his reheated meal, spooning a generous portion into a bowl and placing it in the microwave. As he bent down to punch in the cook time on the number panel, he was suddenly interrupted by his own bellowing shout of surprised and his arms involuntarily slamming down against his sides.

“Hi there, putty tat ~,” Tendou sang sweetly from behind Kuroo. The latter turned, wide-eyed to see hooded eyes and a honeyed expression playing on the red-head’s thin lips.

“Tendou!? Wha- How- how did you-? I-I thought you were asleep!” he finished in a squeak when Tendou wiggled his fingers under his arms again. Kuroo was paralyzed by nerves.

“Was. Woke up when you came in.” He began wiggling his finger in earnest now, making Kuroo convulse before he doubled over, cackling wildly and slowly sinking to the floor.

“NYAAAHahahaa! C’mohon, man! Whyyeehehehaha?!”

“’Why?’...” Tendou shrugged. “’Cuz. It’s fun,” he replied simply as Kuroo slumped fully to the floor. Now kneeling, he leaned against the cabinets as he twisted his torso from side-to-side, desperately trying to dislodge the evil fingers from one of his weakest spots. The overwhelming sensations caused him to collapse further into a fetal position, at witch, Tendou finally pried his fingers out from under his arms in favor of torturing his lower ribs. This made him shoot upright again, flailing backwards to escape the feeling and falling on his ass.

“Duhude, STAP! Cu-HAHAhaa! Cut it aaahahahaout!” With the new position, he was able to put up a meager defense of swatting and grappling at the offending fingers. But it was a loosing battle. Tendou’s skilled, clever hands found their way past his flimsy defense to the sensitive grooves between his ribs and his coordination suffered drastically. Tendou chuckled. He was just too ticklish. Overwhelmed, Kuroo’s head fell back as he howled with laughter, rolling onto his back, hugging himself loosely and legs kicking desperately.

“STAHAHAaa! Tehendou- pleahese! PleAHAHAHAa! Pleahese- I juHAhAha- just wahant fooohoohoooode!" That did it.

Tendou was sent into his own fit of laughter, highly amused by the pitiful, defeated whine.

“Oho my god, man! Haha! I’m gonna have’ta give you that one! That was just… heartbreaking! I actually think I’m crying a little,” he teased feigning a sniffle as he wiped at nonexistent tears with a finger. “Poor baby ~ So cuuute ~!”

“Shuhut up,” Kuroo panted, a smile still pulling at the reluctant corners of his mouth.

Just as Tendou stood, the front door opened once again, ushering Bokuto through with a loud chorus of his signature “Hey, Hey, Heeey!”

“Welcome home, Bo-Bo ~” Tendou gushed, approaching the new arrival in a half-stalking-half-sauntering walk, leaning forward with his hands folded behind his back and his neck craning up at him at an odd, teasing angle, his playful, crooked grin still in place. “Did you have a good time with your old pal?” Bokuto grinned brightly.

“Sure did! We had a lot of catching up to do! He said the volleyball club’s pretty quiet without me there. He totally missed me!” The red-head smiled slyly up at him.

“Sure, Bo-Bo. Whatever you say…”

An exhausted huff sounded from the kitchen and Bokuto peeked around Tendou – the latter looking over his own shoulder – and saw the slumped, worn-out-and-red-faced Kuroo still laying on the floor.

“What happened ta him?” Bokuto asked, looking curiously back at Tendou as he pointed at their other roommate. Rather than giving a reply, Tendou simply reached out and scribbled his fingers over Bokuto’s belly, immediately making the larger of the two burst into light, snorty chuckles and double over in mirth. This attack was short, however, and Bokuto was soon standing upright again, grinning broadly. Tendou sat lazily on the couch, his face smug with pride.

“Gotcha again, did he, Kuroo?” Bokuto teased, going over to him and offering a hand to help him up.

“Not faaaair!” he whined.

“Oh c’mon, man, it’s not that bad.”

“No! You don’t understand, Bo! This was my darkest secret; no one was supposed to know! Now I’m living with a couple of sadistic tickle monsters! Just kill me.” Hearing this, the red tickle monster piped up.

“That can be arranged ~.”

“Nooooo!” Kuroo groaned, hiding his red face in his hands. Both tickle monsters laughed.

“Tendou tickles me too, Kuroo,” Bokuto consoled.

“Yeah, but you’re… YOU!” Bokuto just chuckled, turning to the red-head.

“Are you ticklish, Tendou?” he asked plainly.

“Nope. Sorry.”

“…”

“Do you believe that?” Bokuto asked, turning back to Kuroo.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Me neither… You wanna-?”

“Yep.”

Abruptly, the two turned, approaching their lanky roommate. Tendou didn’t move, seeming utterly unconcerned about the impending demise. Half sitting, half laying, he had one arm thrown over the back, the other elbow propped up on the arm of the couch and his temple resting on a loose fist. His expression was calm; mocking, but his eyes clearly read ‘try me’. Wasting no time, Bokuto began worming his fingers into his sides. Other than a derisive smirk, there was no reaction – no twitch, no flicker of panic in his eyes, his breathing didn’t even change. Still unconvinced, Bokuto moved in to his stomach, than up to his ribs. A slight squirm. That was all he gave before he suddenly reached forward to knead at Bokuto’s belly. He collapsed, laughing outright and bracing himself with his hands on the couch cushion before he fell completely.

“Bo!” Kuroo shouted, incredulously.

“Iha’m sorry! I cahhAHAHA! I cahan’t help ihihihit!” he wheezed. Tendou grinned wickedly when Bokuto’s knees finally hit the floor. Attempting to rescue his accomplice, Kuroo grabbed for Tendou’s wrists. But the latter was quicker, releasing Bokuto to recover on the floor and catching one of the raven-head’s wrists, pulling him down on top of him and wrapping his arm around his back to plunge his fingers under the exposed arm.

“Shit! NOHO! Stahahaha!” he laughed, free hand trying to find purchase on Tendou’s chest and push himself away from this gremlin. “Boho, heeehehelp!” Recovered but still chuckling, Bokuto stood and successfully grabbed Tendou’s wrists, pulling his hands away from the near-hysterical Kuroo. The sudden freedom caused the force of his restrained momentum to throw him backwards onto the floor with a loud ‘oof’. Tendou looked as if he was trying really hard not to laugh at them.

“You guys are the cutest,” he teased.

“Shut up, scarecrow! This isn’t about us!” Kuroo whined. With Bokuto still restraining his arms, Kuroo stood and grabbed his ankles, pulling them to the other end of the couch into a full laying position against the cushions before taking residence on his hips. Tendou chuckled at the disgruntled look on his face.

“You’re so mad,” he grinned.

“No! I’m desperate! Bokuto’s just curious.” Bokuto nodded in confirmation.

“As true as that may be, I can’t say I’m opposed to some justice on my part, either. Kuroo?” he prompted with a nod to his accomplice.

“With pleasure ~,” Kuroo sang. Figuring it was as good a place as any to start, Kuroo started prodding at Tendou’s ribs, but aside from a growing impish smirk, there was no reaction. “You gotta be kiddin’ me,” he grumbled.

“Like I said: not ticklish.”

“Like I said: I don’t believe you!” he said, fingers traveling under his arms. “I SAW THAT!” Kuroo shouted suddenly, making Bokuto jump a little and look at him curiously.

“Saw what?” Tendou said, scoffingly.

“Don’t play dumb with me! Your abs just contracted! You’re totally trying to hold it in!”

“Okay, fine; I’m ticklish. Are you happy now? Get off me, you overgrown cat,” Tendou drawled, feeling a little panicked when he felt Kuroo’s fingers crawling upwards.

“Oh? You’re giving up already?... Am I getting close to something, Sa-to-ri ~?” Kuroo purred.

“Hey, hey, Kuroo! His ears got pink!” cheered Bokuto. Kuroo hummed teasingly.

“You gettin’ nervous, buddy? Or are you just shy?” he asked, hands momentarily stilling.

“N-no, I just think you guys’ve wasted enough of all our time. Anyways, weren’t you just whining about wanting to ea-WAIT!” he shrieked when Kuroo suddenly began dragging his fingers up his arms again. Surprised by the outburst, he froze again.

“Okay. wait… wait a minute. Are you…?” On a hunch stemming from the reactions Tendou gave the closer he got to the spot, Kuroo slooowly dragged his fingers over his pale, knobby elbows. The unearthly scream that melted into wild, wheezy cackles made both Kuroo and Bokuto’s jaws drop in disbelief and Kuroo had to pause again.

There was a stalled moment of absolute silence in which Tendou was left to realize what had just happened while his two tormentors processed the information. They glanced at each other before suddenly bursting out into amused laughter.

“Duhude! Are you serious?! Your elbows are your tickle spot?!” Bokuto roared in bafflement. Tendou merely set his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut as he attempted to bury his face in his arm, ears and neck darkening in color.

“Oh my god, are you hiding?!” Kuroo asked, grinning like the Cheshire. “Bo, pin his arm down.” Obliging, Bokuto maneuvered around the couch to press one knee just above his armpit and – gathering both wrists into one hand, leaving the other free to torture the red-head as well – pulled taut at the pinned arm. Now Tendou didn’t even have the relief of wiggling that arm to make him feel better. He couldn’t move it at all! Not to mention, he had to deal with three hands now. “Try his neck,” Kuroo directed before delving back into his task of tickling their captive’s elbows.

“GYAAAAHAHAHAA! SHIhit STAAAPphehehehaHAha!” Tendou cackled, head thrashing and legs kicking helplessly.

“Wait, Kuroo, I can’t tell if he’s ticklish here or not. Stop tickling him for a sec.” Kuroo withdrew and Tendou took the chance to heave in oxygen. But his momentary relief was interrupted by curious fingers skittering around his neck again and he tensed. Spidering touches on the sides had his lips quivering and sharp, sporadic breaths forced through his nose. His throat and jaw weren’t much different, but the back… Specifically his hairline threw him into a full-on, bubbly giggle fit with the occasional mini snort mixed in.

“Tsehehehehaha! Stahahehe-sniq! Boho-Bo, dooohohon’t-hehaha!” Bokuto grinned.

“Aww ~. Too much?... Too bad ~.” His fingers suddenly jumped to feather over his ears and Tendou squealed.

“Naaheheheh! Oho-gahehed, stahAAA-NAHAHAO!” Kuroo had joined in, tormenting his elbows again.

“You sure seem to talk big for someone who’s got ticklish elbows, Satori! What’s with that?! Maybe now you’ll think twice before you decide to be a brat, huh?!” he lectured, shouting over Tendou’s wild, high-pitched cackling.

“NAHATA CHAHAHANCEHEHEheheheeeh!” Even while drowning in laughter, he still managed to be a snarky, defiant little snot. Kuroo and Bokuto laughed, stilling their hands to give him a rest.

“Are yo-heheheh. A-are you dohone now? Ihi’m gonna pass ohohout,” he panted.

“Oh, we’re not even close to done, bud!” Bokuto said, accenting with fluttering fingers against his ribs. To their surprise, it caused him to erupt into light, breathy giggles as he attempted, again, to hide his face.

“Wait, what?! You weren’t ticklish there a second ago!” said Kuroo in delighted astonishment. “What, did you have it switched off before?!” He joined Bokuto, relishing in this new information.

“I thought I saw you squirmin’ earlier! Oh, you’re good, Tendou! You almost had me convinced!” said Bokuto, grinning.

“I-heeheheheheh! Dahaheheeh! Stahappt!”

“As fun as this is, Bo, we gotta get his other half,” said Kuroo, never stopping his fingers.

“You’re right. Hang on, scooch down a bit…” Taking his knee off his arm, Bokuto lifted Tendou’s wrists above his head, suspending the smaller of the two several inches off the couch. Tendou started squirming in new panic as the white tickle monster moved to sit in the new space behind him, pinning his hands to his chest with one hand. As soon as he was settled in, Kuroo turned away from the two, taking perch on his upper thighs and, with one last, evil look over his shoulder, he began squeezing at the meat of his thighs. Although his legs squirmed and Bokuto could feel his back tensing and untensing, the only sounds he made were spastic breaths through his nose. He was smiling, though.

“Really? That’s it? Wow. Okay, what about here?” said Kuroo, tickling down to his knees. A snort and the giggles were back along with an increase in his squirming. “Well, that’s better, but, knowing you, I bet the good stuff is riiiight… here!”

Screaming. You’d think he was being murdered. Tendou couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed this hard. His free leg kicking any way it could, back arched and his head thrown back onto Bokuto’s shoulder as waves of screaming laughter were torn from his lungs. Kuroo had leaned forward to grab a hold of one of his ankles to keep his leg still before he started spidering at his shin and kneading his calf. Just as he had suspected, this was his death spot. A weird spot for a weird guy.

“NAAAAHAHAHAOO! NAAAO- STAHAP! OH- GAHAHAD- STAAAP!” Kuroo grinned back at Bokuto who was laughing warmly at poor Tendou’s predicament. The red-head’s laughter almost stuttered and a jolt shot through his body when he felt the monster behind him join in with his free hand, switching between skittering his finger over his elbows and digging into his ribs. At this point, tears were beginning to roll down his cheeks and his face, neck, and ears nearly matching the color of his hair. Bokuto felt him go limp as he lost any ability to fight back and his laughter was going silent. The monsters took his weakened state as their cue to give him a break and shift positions once more: Kuroo climbed off his legs, allowing him to pull his knees to his chest in flimsy defense and Bokuto released his wrists, squeezing out from behind him, only to let him fall onto his side in a fetal position as he buried his face in the back of the couch, giggling breathlessly.

“Well, Satori ~,” Kuroo purred, kneeling on the cushion by Tendou’s feet. “Seems the big, bad tickle monster’s pretty ticklish himself ~.”

“Dude, you match your hair,” Bokuto chaffed, gold eyes sparkling with mischief. He glanced at Kuroo, meeting his eyes and, as if they had read each other’s minds, spoke in unison.

“You’re so cuuuute ~!”

“Oh, gohohooood,” he groaned, covering his face with his hands.

“Aww ~, what’s the matter, buddy ~? Can’t handle what you dish out ~?” sang Bokuto, bending over his huddled form and squeezing at his rib cage with one hand while the other tickled at the back of his neck. Tendou’s shoulders scrunched up and his knees pressed tighter to his chest as he tried to curl further into the thin protection, squirming weakly.

“Gyahaha! Bo-Bo, c’mohohon! I-heheehehehe- NO! Dahahaheheheh! You guhuys, please!” Kuroo had decided to torture his lower legs again, making Tendou give a startled kick before curling back into himself and resorting to just fluttering his legs sporadically. Being exhausted and thoroughly tickled-out, the torture drew out a new kind of laughter. A string of giggles, sprinkled heavily with hiccups and tiny gasps bouncing off his tongue and trickling out of his mouth had both Kuroo and Bokuto cooing gleefully.

“Staha-ahaha! Stahap, pleahehehehese! You gohot me, okahay! I-hi give up! The tihickle monster gihives up! Yohou’re gonna kihill meeeehehehehe! I-I-hahaha! I cahahaheheheh! I chahahan’t-hahaaahehehehe-hehehe! Pleeeeehehehease!”

“You think he’s had enough?” asked Bokuto, looking to his accomplice for confirmation.

“Mmn… Yeah, I guess. He did say please.”

Finally, they relented. Kuroo adjusted to sit normally on the couch, one arm thrown over the back as he grinningly observed Tendou’s unfaltering giggle fit. Bokuto pulled back and settled himself criss-cross on the floor in front of the couch, beaming and eyes sparkling with child-like joy.

“You can stop laughing, Tendou. We’re not tickling you anymore,” he said with an amused chuckle.

“I-hehehe! I knohow! I’m tryihihing, but I-hehehehaha…!”

“Tendou’s got the giggles ~.” Kuroo sang, quickly skittering his fingers under his socked toes and making him squeak.

Several minutes later, Tendou finally calmed down to sighing pants of breath, bright smile still clearly present.

“Gotcha good, huh?” said Bokuto. The others chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah… I deserved that.”

“Okay, but seriously: your shins, your calves, and your elbows, man?! Those are such weird places to be ticklish!” shouted Kuroo incredulously.

“I can’t help it. That’s just the way I am… Why are you so overly ticklish everywhere?”

“This ain’t about me…” Kuroo deadpanned.

“Wait, there was something else…” Bokuto mused. “Do you get more ticklish the longer someone tickles you? ‘Cus you didn’t react hardly at all until we got your elbows. But then, all of a sudden, your ribs had you squirmin’ real bad. What’s up with that?” Tendou blushed.

“I… Yeah- well… Not exactly… It tickled the whole time, but- but I can usually stand it for a while… unless you get one of the kill-spots…” he pouted.

“You ticklish everywhere?” Kuroo asked, honestly curious.

“Pretty much.”

“You’re all red again ~,” Bokuto teased. Tendou looked away and the other two grinned.

“WELL!... I’m getting food,” Kuroo said abruptly, standing up from the couch and heading for the kitchen where he had left his food so long ago.

“Food sounds good.” Bokuto followed.

“… I hope you guys know this means war,” Tendou warned, smirking over his shoulder at them. Kuroo stiffened.

“You know what, Bo? This is all your fault…” Bokuto just laughed.

#haikyuu!!#tickle fic #Tendou Satori #Kuroo Tetsurou #Bokuto Koutarou

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moviestorian · 6 years ago

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Queen on Fire - Live at the Bowl 1982 concert (Hot Space Tour) LIVEBLOGGGGGGGG

As promised! :) Initially I was supposed to go directly from Montreal to Wembley, but dear @his-majesty-king-mercury convinced me to do Live at the Bowl before, and I’m glad she did!

Background: The concert is dated at June 5, 1982. As I wrote in the title, it was part of the Hot Space tour and was initially supposed to be played at Arsenal Stadium in Highbury. A day before the gig Freddie had a nasty fight with his then-boyfriend who had bitten him between a thumb and forefinger.

Let’s begin! - ugh Hot Space - but hey, it's gonna be fun! It's Queen, and Queen always puts the bestest live shows! - oh wowzie, this is mah first liveblog since April, long time not seen right? - my pizza's ready, my coffee's ready, my dip is ready - I think I can start watching now - Ooo wow, this concert lasts an hour and 43 minutes? I would die if I had to play on stage for that long - I can already feel the enthusiasm!!! The ENERGYYYY - FLASH AAAAAAHHH AHHHH - they're leaving the plane and look so hella cuuute - oh hi Crystal! oh hi Phoebe! Great to see you all! - gotta say... Freddie's outfit is fabulous. - Brian: plays the guitar and jumps the Crowd: HELL YEAH - I'm only 3 minutes in and my current mood is: fuck the critics whoever trashed Queen and disrespected their music skills - WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU - I love the fast version, slaps 100 times harder than the studio version - Deaky looks awesome in blue, I mean I already noticed that when I watched Rock Montreal, but let me reiterate - It's only been 5 minutes but let me tell you...not enough zooms for Roger - Freddie's in a good shape and form... not that I'm surprised - ROGER - cute red little scarf on mah boi's neck - THE FIRST FREDDIE AND ROG INTERACTIONS, I LIVE, I'M HAPPY - "hello everybody" "hey hey hey" good time to miss Freddie - Action This Time... Anyone surprised that it sounds better live than on the album? - ROGER'S VOCALS HOTDAMN - Brian's hair is floofy as usual... why am I acting like it's an unusual thing - I really really miss hearing Freddie and Roger together... POWER DUO - the synths get introduced... I neither love nor hate it tbh - okay not Queen related but the pizza is not bad, for a frozen one - Freddie, you feeling too hot for that jacket? And you Deaky, too? Get undressed, babes, I certainly don't mind - Play the Game! I love this song... Also Freddie playing on a piano is a blessing to us all - He really puts his soul into this one... Bless this man - Brian's backing vocals always sound so soft... My tenor angel - THANK FRICKING GOD THE SYNTHS IN THE BACKGROUND ARE BARELY AUDIBLE - LOL FREDDIE - he put a towel on his head I'm XDDDD what a legend - this and the famous plastic bag is a thrilling saga - AAAAA YOOOO - LMAO at Freddie throwing his...water?beer? at the audience - *Hot Space apologist speech* :P - we're at the funky part, I guess... - Brian and John's synchronized movements :)))) - ah okay it's Staying Power... I forgot what the song sounds like - Roger in black... I'm swooning - Roger has a nice closeup view on Freddie's butt, I mean back :D - This is not bad, but I'm gonna bet that I'll forget what this song sounds like again in less than two hours - John's haircut is cute and adorbs :D - OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - Somebody to Love!!!!!!!!!!!!! - The intro...sounds so sublime, soft, and raw at the same time - I love that it sounds slightly different, depending on the concert - This is really emotional... We shall see how it goes, but so far it surpasses even the god tier Montreal version! - Forgive me for not saying too much now... I'm fully sunk in the sheer beauty of this sincere performance - Love Roger's drumming and the crowd clapping to the beat! - "I like it" ME TOO FREDDIE - I wish we could hear Roger a tiny bit better! I love the crescendo part - That was beautiful :') - Now I'm Here!!!! asjgashasashjgas - I love it when they perform it at higher speed - The jumping crowd fairly represents what my brain cells currently look like - I hella love Roger's drumming in this song - well not just this song but y'know - Freddie...what was that??? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THAT FINGER??? - hehe you can tell that Brian's very into it :D - Brian trying to get Roger's attention... Rog is, however, fully dedicated to his drums :D - Freddie lying down after the song is a post-exercise or post-dinner mood - "Let's play a game" YES SIR - yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - "Go pretty boy, go" I'm SOFT - hear that bassline? YES ME TOO - (it's Dragon Attack if anyone's wondering) - Freddie Mercury: lead singer AND fitness instructor - wish I could make some screencaps, alas I'm watching this online so it would take too much effort so here we are - Fred, let BRIAN PLAYYYY nooo don't distract him! - out of context those cuts and shots look like John is jealous of Freddie and Roger XDDD this is gif and meme worthy (around 39 minute) - btw probably no one is interested because you came here for the Queen concert liveblog, but I got my period and I'm starting to feel it - IT SUCKS - ooooo Brian speaking! His voice is so soothing, I could listen to him all day and it would probably calm my nerves - acoustic guitar...I'm already in - WHY SO QUIET THOUGH - Love of My Life, I'm cry - Everyone's singing along from the very first line... this is beautiful - Everyone united by this song's pure beauty :))))) I'm not crying you are - Do you sometimes think about Brian playing the acords for this gorgeous track and there is no Freddie sitting beside him? - Yeah, I hate myself for that thought too - I might be a little bit emotional - No wonder it was this particular song was the one that finally convinced Bri's father to FINALLY accept his son's career - Brian's gentle smile I'm :') :') :') - *clap clap clap clap* SAME - We're at Save Me now... Are we doing a crying compilation or what? - This is almost as bad as the Queen Forever album I recently bought.. TOO EMOTIONAL - Don't get me wrong, I ADORE Save Me - But this is too much - Almost 50 minutes in and Freddie's voice is still STRONG AS A BELL - Remember what I said about the "fuck the critics" mood? Yeah the mood is back - Even the cute Roger/Freddie interaction almost makes me cry I'm agsahjhsAAAAAAAAA - I need a more lighthearted now BLEASE - I'm a tough cookie but when I have Queen feels very little can help! - Is this Back Chat? OH GOD - Please bring me back to the crying mode, I DIDN'T MEAN THIS - (I'm sorry Fidan and all the Back Chat fans over there, I'm not a huge fan of this song :-*) - We get a nice view on Roger's back, though *Lenny face* - The synths sound like a main theme for some mystery-drama tv show from the 1980s XDDD - I forgot how long this song is... - Get Down Make Love *insert Lenny face again* - Okay I gotta admit... lyrically this song is a mess and borderline cringey in the first verse, but I really like it musically - I GIVE YOU HEAT - I GIVE YOU MEAT *three Lenny faces* - Okay, let's just listen to the song and pretend we all forgot the English language, maybe? - That mid parts always makes me feel like I'm about to be abducted by aliens - Thank God I don't do drugs, I would start thinking I might be hallucinating - I assume that Brian's guitar solo starts now? - Nice intro! - And Roger gets time to breathe, the boy needs his oxygen - Actually, this may be one my favourite of Brian's guitar solos? - Brighton Rock :))))))))))))))) - Brian's hands are very pretty - oh noooooo - an error? - poor Bri - that disappointed guy who screamed "No" when the guitar stopped playing :D - thankfully he issue quickly got solved! - hi Roger, nice to see you back <3 - It's Roger's time to shine! - YEs, Under Pressure! - The Montreal version is gonna be hard to beat, though - Let's see - uu I like Fred's red jacket! - ...do you have any shirt underneath, though? Naughty boi - he does not LOL - "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH" - let me tell you again...Roger's mic is definitely not turned loud enough - This is great but still, I prefer the Montreal one - That beer always amuses me XD - Freddie, you want us to slap your ass? - Oh no, he's just announcing Fat Bottomed Girls XDDDD - "I was just a skinny lad" the editing team: cuts to the camera angle which shows Brian first and Freddie after him - Roger's "oooh" is funny because he's really into it :D :D :D - Freddie is now a pole dancer, he changed profession - The crowd, always cheering when Freddie gets undressed :P - I sense Crazy Little Thing Called Love incoming! - yes it is Crazy Little Thing! - Freddie's joke about the three guitar cords XDDD - This song always slaps - "she drives me crazYY" - ReAdY fReDdIe - FREDDIE PLS STOP FCKING YOUR GUITAR - this is pretty - BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY YEAH - he sounds so soft :)))) - and now so raw - "Momma UwU" - can't unsee this fricking meme now ajsdhjgdhjds - My favourite guitar solo :')))) - they actually played the video??? - I miss spaniel haired Deaky tbh - *instense drumming* *fireworks* - Oh Brian is wearing this cool shirt he also wore in Montreal! - jumpy Deaky...too bad you can onnly see him from the distance - GONG - that was sexy - Roger hitting that gong in the black outfit is sexier than shirtless Rog hitting the gong, change my mind - TIEE YOUR MOTHER DOWN TIEE YOUR MOTHER DOWN - There's only some 15 minutes left... The time always passes so quickly when I'm watching a Queen concert - Another One Bites the Dust! I've been waiting for thiiiis - Deaky: happy jump - He knows it's his time to shine - wait a second, when did Roger change his shirt? - I need a good closeup - Freddie be like *imma slap my thigh now* - ooo I see Roger's Japanese shirt now! It's pretty cool! - Brian looks great too - Those flashing light are kinda migraine-inducing, thankfully I don't have an aura today - SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER heartattack - Looks like Freddie is flirting with Red Special :P - they're going absolutely crazy XD - WE WILL ROCK YOU DRUMLINE INTENSIFIES - LOL the sombrero on Freddie's head :P - ups mr editor dropped a frame - And now we're truly heading towards the end... I'm gonna start associating We Are the Champions with farewells soon - Well done, boys - I know I say it every single time - But you can't stress this enough - :)))) I'm glad I did this liveblog - They look exhausted but very satisfied :))) - Bye bye!

Next time I’ll be doing Wembley 1986, hopefully soon!

Tagging all the people who expressed their wish to read my ramblings. :) Enjoy!

@his-majesty-king-mercury, @x5vale, @radio-ha-ha, @mephisto92, @39-brian, @melisa-may-taylor72, @silapril, @kitty-rushes-in, @lydiannode, @an-abyss-called-life, @litsy-kalyptica, @importantmuggoophero, I hope I didn’t forget anyone! ^^ Comments are nicely welcome! :3

#wera talks queen #liveblog #milton keynes 1982 #queen at the bowl #long post

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imfandomtrashokay · 7 years ago

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*Yun approach Aaron with a soft smile, since he didn't reply to her suggestion from before she thought it would be nice for them to know a bit more about each other, of course she would keep some stuff maybe until his older* "Hey Aaron, would like to go explore somewhere with me?" *she was trying her best to be a good sister to him, she had on a long sleeve dark blue shirt, jeans and black boots*

Arron looked up from his drawing pad, he must've slept in late because the angle looked as if he had just woken up. He was wearing his favorite blue sweater and a cute black skirt. His eyes shifted over Yun and he took his time before finally nodding. After all, he shouldn't be rude since she was offering.//so cuuute! Yun is such a sweetheart!

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timelostcarrion · 5 years ago

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Trashy wasn't the thing in her book regarding Syo, no matter what he wore though - all was taste to her. It did earn him a shake of her head, but plastered on her lips was a silly smile in regards to the looks she was given did keep her from speaking out but at least her eye held a disagreeing, defiance as giggles left her lips instead of words. However, at the same time Syo was speaking - for just a brief moment did her attention plant on Alto better once Syo shot him that look, making her crane her head even more now. However, Josiah didn't catch onto the ice cube prod at first, given her mind was focused on the two overall but she didn't let his words go to waste either. "Drinks--" She chimed in, squinting a little bit towards Alto but not in any bad manner - simply looking a lot more playful if anything. His words did make her curious though, but before taking attention to Syo to try and get a better look now regarding his attire, Alto's gesture caught her eye for the moment with a pleased smile under his affections. Her legs gently kicked back and forth on the stool, tittering to herself.

However, her questions were lost as soon as he given the answer, short of watching Syo stick his hands in Alto's face. "Is it that uncomfortable to be called a punishment?" She cackled, but given the threat that did follow his words had made Josiah side eye Alto even if she was at a blind spot. "That wouldn't be very good..." Her other hand planted on the countertop now, swaying in her seat a little bit to face inward a tad - but at the angle now that she had, she could watch their exchange as soon as Alto tagged into it on his half. Finger nails softly drummed on the counter surface, but not in a manner of impatience. A softened smile presented itself on her lips as soon as she caught the little smirk make itself known on Alto's end in the middle of the gesture, drawing a soft giggle from her. "Cuuute." She cooed softly, locking her ankles together by the heel of her boot. Though Syos words made her attention snap in his direction like an elastic band, slumping over the counter a bit now as her legs rocked a bit again - staring at him briefly under thought before closing her eye with a hum.

"Rum and milk." She chimed in, just in a matter of seconds - however no matter how weird it sounded, it did sound like a question just by the slights of her tone. The look on her face was content either way with the answer.

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She wasn’t disregarding his words that he spoke prior, if anything she’d bring it to attention once she’d have settled her excitement - tugging Alto along though regardless of wether or not people ended up gawking at them from her antics, not that she was trying to disturb the peace either though for that matter. Other eyes weren’t her concern, Syo was and she was on her way over in a heartbeat - although Alto’s words weren’t lost on her, tittering a cackle before releasing his arm a bit to the point she clutched onto his hand last second. Pulling it over her shoulder, she did a quick head turn and bit one of his digits playfully - wary not to step off from their line of path before carrying on ahead. “Both of you-” She pipped in, but upon arrival - his greeting wasn’t lost but his grabby hands gesture made her cackle. Before parting with Alto’s hand, she turned her head to press a soft kiss to it before gently letting it fall from over her shoulder.

Though, with Josiah - it wouldn’t count as her if she didn’t make the silly gesture of grabby hands back at him without touching yet though in the middle of it - tittering a soft giggle. But caught, she could see the vaguest difference from the angle at least, so she’d known. “I didn’t know you worked in a fancy little spot here-” She added, but in the middle of him talking, Josiah slinked in further and closer. Words weren’t lost, but as soon as he finished talking, her hands came up to tuck under and palm over his cheeks in a fondling squish while she still had the reach. Providing a toothy smile, she chuckled while rubbing soft circles against them. “We are special then, reserved for us. I’ve missed you too- but we are doing okay as well, I hope you are too, my good boy. We’ve made it.” Josiah hummed, leaning in to press a soft nestle against his nose while she had him trapped for the moment. But shortly after, she rolled her hip in a shift so she could sit herself down on the barstool, one of her hands releasing his cheek as her attention craned to Alto. And with her freehand, she made the same grabby gesture at him next. “Sit-sit-” Although it was best to have seated - before Josiah did start to get too curious of the place as a whole, but for now she was settled pleasantly with her pups.

For a few seconds, his gaze darted between the tabletop games he could see and the two of them as if he was weighing his options - but when Josiah broke him out of it with a kiss, his choice became clearer. Catching onto her shoulder with a gentle squeeze, he chuckled before he let his hand ghost a caress down her back.

❝Usually fancy, sometimes trashy.❞, Syo mumbled while she’d taken an interest in fondling his cheeks. Of course he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to make ridiculous faces up at her in return, all while he squished her hands against his cheeks. With a mischievous leer, he peered up at Alto and wagged his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, but Alto had nothing but a deadpan to give him in return and maybe just the subtlest of smiles. Though when Syo spoke next, his face contorted with sheepishness. ❝So, did ya want anything? Any drinks? Or just the ice cubes? I can teach ya a fun thing to do with them ice cubes–❞

❝I have no idea what you’re talking about. Besides, what’s with the formal clothes? That’s so unlike you.❞, Alto replied suspiciously fast in order to cut him off, a faint blush creeping on his cheeks as he turned his head away. At the same time, he heeded Josiah’s request with a nod and took a seat next to her, though not before he caught her hand in his own. While her fingers draped across his palm, he brought them closer to his lips and kissed the back of her hand, shooting a playful leer in Syo’s direction.

But if he expected Syo to show any signs of jealousy besides the childish kind, he had another thing coming when the bartender suddenly plopped back down on his feet and shoved his hand in Alto’s face, demanding that he received kisses too.

❝I gotta wear this as punishment for being late. Better make it up to me or I’m gonna lace yer cocktail with laxatives.❞, he threatened with a grin. If it sounded like a joke, it wasn’t - it was a demand.

Grumbling under his breath, Alto picked up Syo’s hand in his free one and began a languid trail of kisses across his knuckles after he closed his eyes. Although he was playing the part of the loser, he didn’t feel like one; Josiah could see a smirk blooming on the corner of his lips.

❝Now then. What’s my love want to get smashed on?❞, he asked her with a boastful tone and his other hand propped on his hip.

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lukeysgirl · 8 years ago

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The Note Tree ❋ L.H. Pt.1

Part O N E

Summary: A cherry blossom tree, residing at the farthest part of the schools courtyard. Nobody dwelled there, and you didn’t care much for it. Until you kept hearing one song played over and over, with lyrics changed to touch at your curiosity. They knew you were listening, and one day you gave in and made your way to the pink tree. Waiting for you, a series of notes tied to a single strand of string.

Word Count: 3.5k (on the dot)

AN: Hi guys, I’m alive and back! So here’s a new series (meaning requests are closed). This one is an original idea of mine, so this should be exciting. Anyhow, the regular rule stands at 100 notes for next parts. But my updates will be coming more slowly as I genuinely wanna develop this story so please be patient and I hope you enjoy. Lemme know if ya’ll enjoy, how it feels n what not.

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.

I M A G I N E

Monday

“…So class, what could be a potential motif that is continuously being brought up in…” Tuning out…. Tuning out… Tuning out…

Click! Tuning out complete.

Sun poured itself into the left side of the classroom, it’s warmth licking all the students by the window (one being yourself). The professor with the typical monotonous voice pondered out loud to the minds who couldn’t shed a single drop of care. The fern chalkboard was ornate with several literature terms, part of an assignment that you didn’t bother to know just yet. Standard wooden desks with cheap metallic chairs were forced in rows, pure uncertainty in the germ quantity or the origin of zombie drawings scratched into the desks.

On your desk resided your hands, clammy and still. Below your hands was a black, spiral notebook. To your right sat a mechanical pencil, red with size 0.5 lead. Next to that was a Bic pen you found in another classroom. Surely, it wasn’t yours, but you were too tempted to leave it alone.

There it is again, you thought. Guitar boy is back. Every day in your English Literature class, there was this mysterious singer who sung nearby. He was never in sight from the classroom, impossible to find him even when you changed angles. As much as you wished to ignore it, it was impossible.

After all, this voice picked on you every time.

The same tune would be played, using the same chords every single week day. He has yet to make a mistake. It was an average 4-chord beat, who could mess that up? The voice type was a baritenor, the intriguing combination of tenor and baritone. He always sniffles right before beginning his tune.

“Go to the pink tree,

eat before three.

Take my notes before the wind,

don’t let my words go unpinned.

Hung by a single thread,

don’t let my words go unread,

Bic Pen Taker”

And there he goes. The guitar playing slowly fades away, all pairs of eyes still diverted to the front of the classroom. They had known this routine, too, and no longer thought anything of it. Even the teacher, Mr. Murphy, self-concluded that this was some sort of brief music session. It barely lasted a minute, and completely dissolved right after the tune.

You paid no mind to it as well, refusing to interrupt your course of life. But, surely, your best friends wouldn’t dare let it leave your life.

“‘Bic Pen Taker?’“ Savannah exclaimed, slamming her petite hand down onto the circular lunch table. She was a lovely thing when her mouth was shut. Perfect blonde locks danced down to the middle of her spine, loose curls at the end. She was very pale, very slim, and extremely preppy when it came to her clothing. Usually skirts and dresses with 3-inch heels to make her feel like an adult. “Y/N, you cannot ignore this!”

“It really is big to pretend like it’s nothing,” Odessa, poking at the rim of her forest-green glasses. She was the loveliest shade of hot chocolate, her skin smooth and noticeable. Curvy one, she is, with braids that went down to her bum. Surely, your eyes diverted down to her curves, but what can you do? You concluded yourself to be a ‘bi-curious fuck’ when you first saw Halsey. Anyway, Odessa, or Des, was shorter than the rest of the group, but that just made her more endearing.

“‘Eat before three?’ What’s that supposed to mean?” Alexis began, holding up a pink post-it note up to her face. Probably the cutest brunette, Lexi had freckles decorated all over her nose and cheeks. You were always tempted to take a Sharpie and create constellations. With a button nose and a kind smile, Alexis was definitely someone who stole peoples’ focus every time.

“Don’t waste your time attempting to decipher it,” you groaned, resting your head in your arms as you looked down at the grey lunch table below you. It was cool, giving you a pleasant sensation. It was very in contrast from the muggy feeling provided by the crowded lunch room. “It’s a stupid song.”

“It’s not stupid!” Savannah hissed, holding up her own post-it with the lyrics. “This is a secret admirer, Y/N! Straight-out-the-movies secret admirer!”

“And I give a shit because?” You murmured, looking distantly at the entrance door where students pooled inside the room. Odessa shoved you playfully, sticking the note on the table before resting her elbows on the table. She hangs her head upon her fists, her cheeks pooling up her face as she studied the note.

“Because he won’t stop pestering you indirectly until you do what he asks,” Alexis pipes. Shit. Good point. “It’ll never end if you keep putting it off.”

“You’re right,” you respond calmly, closing your eyes to allow your weary body to refuel. Exhaustion always taunted you at school, but once you were home, some odd energy gets released and you’re wide awake until 2 in the morning. “Still don’t care enough.”

“This has been going on since the beginning of the year, and it’s only been 2 months, Y/N,” Alexis points out, having you still shrug off her good points.

“If we made sense of the song, you’d surely care then, wouldn’t you?” Odessa mumbled, turning over to you. You opened your eyes once more, slivers of your eyes being revealed to your friend group. They all stared with some odd frustration that you couldn’t really comprehend.

“Ya’ll are acting like this song is complex,” you mumbled, having them stare back at their notes worth of the lyrics. You loved these girls dearly, but their brilliance put together and averaged out would be ‘meh.’

“So what does it mean?” Savannah hummed, tossing her post-it over to you. It hovered and indirectly glided to you, one of its corners hitting your elbow. Groggily, you forced yourself to sit up. You used one hand to weave your fingers into your hair to fix it up a bit. “The only part we got to is the ‘pink tree,’ which is that cherry tree in the courtyard.”

“Oh wow, I’m so proud,” you sarcastically spewed, having Savannah roll her eyes as you picked up the thin sheet of paper. You held the paper, one hand holding it between your middle, index, and thumb as the other tapped at one of the pointy corners. “Yes, the ‘pink tree’ in this case would be the cherry tree that nobody gives a shit about.”

“Why don’t people go there again?” Odessa asked, genuine wander sliding off her tongue.

“Because it’s far as fuck,” Alexis breathed as the girls resumed to stare at you. The pairs of blue, brown, and green eyes frightened you as you kept yours diverted to the paper.

“‘Eat before three...’ that’s probably another way of saying go there after lunch or before we get out of class,” you said with a shrug. It was your best guess, honestly. That line was just a bit tricky. “‘Take my notes before the wind, don’t let my words go unpinned.’“

“So you do care!” Savannah exclaimed, slamming her hands upon the table once more. Odessa’s milk carton jumped a bit as Alexis’ leaning position had been ruined by the sudden vibration. “You know the tune!”

“That’s because it’s sung literally every day,” you groaned. “It was just like the ‘Call Me Maybe’ apocalypse where nobody could shut up about it.” Odessa snorted from your remark as you resumed with your analysis. “Anyways, that means that this kid would want me to go and read those notes and let them not be wasted.”

“Cuuute,” Alexis moaned, having you shrug in complete oblivion to her definition of ‘cute.’

Sigh. “And then it’s ‘hung by a single thread,’ so string probably tied around a branch,” you said monotonously. “And again, he doesn’t want his words to be wasted so he wants me to read them. And then the ‘Bic Pen Taker,’ so obviously he knows that pen wasn’t mine.”

“So he’s got his eye on ya,” Alexis teased, her smirk trying to indicate some sort of romantic reference.

“More like he’s stalking me,” you groaned, tossing the paper back to Savannah as you rest your head once more into your arms. “No offense, but I don’t really like stalkers.”

“He’s not stalking you,” Savannah tries to mellow the situation, but that definitely won’t do. Guitar dude is definitely stalking if he watched you while you were alone in a classroom stealing a pen. Creepy if you asked anybody. “He’s just interested but doesn’t know how to approach?”

“Does that make him shy or what?” You mumbled, extremely bored with the conversation.

“That makes you aloof,” Odessa brings up, having you frown at the chocolate girl beside you.

“I’m not unfriendly,” you began with a touch of attitude. “I just don’t dedicate enough energy to make any more friends than I have to. If I don’t have to do it, I won’t.”

“You’re colder than Antarctica, Y/N,” Alexis pouts, having you roll your eyes as you slowly closed them. You enjoyed napping, it was one of your favorite pastimes. It was overall easier, and required approximately no energy. But, as much as you wanted to sink into the bliss that is slumber, you were still in school with others far more... bombastic than yourself.

“Oh shit, they’ve got pizza today!” Exclaimed the typically loud and annoying Michael Clifford. Eyebrow pierced, dyed blue hair, and immensely pale Michael had broken you from your attempts of a nap. You open your eyes in annoyance, seeing as the regular quad entered the cafeteria.

Michael Clifford, the energy of the group. Calum Hood, Mr. I’m So Suave Because I Serenade Girls With My Guitar. And then Ashton Irwin, probably the friendliest person in heart and looks. Although they weren’t fawned over by all the girls like in the movies, they definitely weren’t ignored. Being the only legit band of the school, they were fairly known to get booked into the popular peoples’ parties and become the lives of the party. But it seems like they lacked something today.

“Ash!” Alexis called the boys over, having you sink your head deeper into your arms until your nose touched the cold table. Fuck obligated interaction. It’s not that you hate people or anything. You just don’t want to spend so much energy on them. Odessa rubbed your back as you groaned quietly.

“Hey Alex,” Ashton came, greeting her with his usual kind voice and lovely eyes. You tilted your head slightly to see, seeing one simple pleasure that was Ashton’s dimples when he smiled. “Savannah, Des. Hey, Y/N.” Of course he says your name in a separate sentence.

“Hey boys,” Savannah said, seeing as she smiled when Michael came over. It was rather strange with these 6. It was immensely obvious that Lex liked Ash, Sav liked Mike, and Des liked Cal. And vice versa, of course. But it’s the usual yucky high school love story where they all have to face complications before their happy ever after. Also, you hated the last member of the boys’ group.

He was energy consuming, for sure.

“Ladies,” Calum cooed, revealing a cheeky smile as Des leaned her cheek against her fist to ogle the Maori boy before her. You looked away, snapping your neck to face the other way to not see this gross love connections these 6 were having. You looked distantly through the cloudy windows, seeing the other students outside at the courtyard where more tables resided. You subconscious tried to find the cherry tree, but it was immensely far and there were too many oak trees in the way.

“When do you wanna work on our English project, Lex?” Ashton asked, having those two discuss about whatever the hell project they’re doing. You could hear the other four discuss about some performance they’re having at some venue that you couldn’t even care less about. Along with their conversation, several others came into play as extremely loud background sound.

“Hey, Y/N!” Michael called your name, having you sigh before sitting up and turning back to the rest of the group. All pairs of eyes were now on you, having you blink twice before staring up at the pale boy. “What’re you doing here?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, pure confusion erupting in your mind. “I’m in school, trying to enjoy my lunch break.” Calum was quick to go and give Michael a slap behind his head, having him rub it while glaring at Calum.

“He’s being stupid, as usual,” Calum suggested, having you barely smirk as Michael hissed at the Maori boy. “He just means that we always see you asleep or being lazy when you’re in school, so it’s odd to see you here.”

“It’s not that I’m lazy,” you began with a shrug. You rubbed under your eye, cautious not to ruin the light makeup on your eyelids. “I just conserve my energy is all. Speaking of which, where’s the other one?”

“Oh, you mean Luke?” Ashton asked, having you nod in confirmation. The other girls looked at him as well, just as curious about the missing blonde. “Lunch detention.”

“What did cool boy Luke Hemmings do this time?” Savannah giggled, mocking the position that boy somehow held. But, of course he held the cool boy title. Blonde, blue eyes, devilishly handsome and lead singer of his band. Can we get any more cliche than this?

“He drew a dick on the chalkboard over there for Ms. Lee’s class,” Calum said quickly, having you analyze his face as he spoke. Such a quick response. “Since it’s anatomy anyways, he claimed it’s for ‘educational purposes.’”

“I see.” The conversation derailed quickly to the boy’s performance coming up this weekend.

“Here’s the invites,” Michael began, smiling contently as he handed out the small flyers. There was a coffee stain in the right hand corner of each, having you roll your eyes at the boy. “All the info you might ask for is on there, trust me.” Savannah giggled, the two locking eyes quickly.

“Oi, what are those notes you got there?” Calum began, pointing at the girls holding the lyrics in their spare hands. They were quick to press it against their chests with their faces losing it’s calm color.

“Nothing,” you spoke for all 3, having the boys look strangely at all of you before headed off for their food. As they did, a few girls walked up to them and joined their stroll over for the pizza Michael long desires. Once they were no long in sight, the girls sighed in relief and put the notes back down.

“That... was close,” Savannah said calmly.

“Why the hell are you hiding them?” You asked all the girls. “Wouldn’t you think that they could help us decipher it? Being musicians and shit.”

“Nah, we’re doing this ourselves,” Des began with a wide smile. “I want us to solve it. I’m trying to be an accomplished bitch, you know.”

“Mm, I see,” you hummed before residing your head in your arms again. “Still not gonna go.”

“Then I’ll go!” Des offered. “I have a free period after lunch so I can definitely check it out and share the note with ya’ll.” The other girls nodded in excitement, having you shrug simply at her choice. The girls had a few more discussions with you attentively listening, wasting the minutes before lunch had sadly reached an end.

“...Okay class, take your seats, please.” Ms. Lee’s voice struggled over the sound of the students shuffling and finding their seats. You were always the first one in the room, already seated with your required materials out. You picked at your nails, enjoying the brief moment of being alone at your seat before the annoyance came.

“I’m here, Ms. Lee!” And there is the nuisance.

Luke Hemmings announced his arrival, stirring the class with laughter as he grinned giddily at your teacher. She kept her face stern, amused by his stupidity. He was leaning against the door frame, one arm straight up and holding the frame with the other resting on his hip. He stood with one leg, the other bent slightly in front of it. The usual skinny black jeans, a Nirvana shirt, and completely black converse, Luke looked of a punkrock try hard.

“I see,” Ms. Lee murmured, agitation evident on her face as Luke strutted over to the seat beside yours. You clapped your hands together, shutting your eyes to pray briefly as the blonde boy adjusted himself on the wooden stool. You then began to wonder why the teacher hadn’t used his lunch detention as leverage for a clever remark.

“Hey, Y/N,” Luke greeted, having you look over to see both hands weaved and under his chin as he stared at you. As annoyed as you got from seeing his face, you couldn’t help but adore his eyes. They were this ocean color, the one where the sky is perfectly blue and the sun was licking the beach.

“Luke.” You turned away, no longer bothering to stare as you prepared for the lecture that proceeded. Luke always sighed in disappointment, always having you glance to see his eyes dim. You didn’t understand why, seeing as you two hardly knew each other and you had incredible doubt that Luke actually gave a shit about you.

After the lecture, Ms. Lee had begun to pass out the tests. The assignment was already up and ready, having you the only student to jot suffice notes and begin a sketch of what you were to do. As you doodled, you notice Ms. Lee place Luke’s graded test. He grabbed it, holding it up as he smirked.

“Yikes,” he uttered, having you shake your head at how careless he was. A 62 percent. That’s one of many reasons that you found Luke so infuriating. He didn’t care a single cent about his grades, taking them as a joke almost all the time. “Looky!” He turned around and showed it to the students behind you two, having them laugh with him as he passed it around.

“You’re such a dope, Luke!” One of his friends said with a chuckle, having Luke laugh even more. Others laughed at him, fueling his idiotic antics and ways. Even though you didn’t care at all for Luke, you suddenly found yourself annoyed at his carelessness.

“Luke, cut it out,” you said simply, having his group of friends silence themselves as he turned over to you. You felt his eyes, refusing to lock yours with them as you continued your sketch. “You need this class-- quit being such a dolt.”

“Woah,” Luke said with awe, having goosebumps rise on your arms from his breathless word. You didn’t know what to think, with the way his clean, hoarse voice uttered the word in pure disbelief. “I didn’t think you’d care about it, Y/N, let alone anything I do.”

“Correction: I don’t care,” you pointed, getting over your momentary mental ogle from his voice. “I just don’t want you expressing your stupidity around me.” Luke blinked, having you indirectly stare as he leaned closer to you. You leaned away, somewhat revolted by his antics. “What?”

“I have an idea,” Luke began, having you already try to tune him out. “How about the 3.8-GPA student tutor me about anatomy?”

“No,” you immediately shot him down.

“C’mon now!” Luke kept trying, leaning closer to you as you found yourself flustered from his sudden closeness. “We can get real in-depth about the body... talking intimately about my anatomy and--”

Suddenly, the dismissal bell rang.

“In your damn dreams, Hemmings,” you announced, slamming your notebook close as you poured your items into your backpack and fled the room. Luke was wise not to call you back or chase you, having relief wash over you as you exit the school.

You managed to catch up with Savannah and Alexis, listening to their heavy projects and paper homework. And you agreed: homework is a serious no-no. But how else could you retain your intelligence? It was the only thing you actually put energy into anyways.

“Sav, Alex, Y/N!” Suddenly, Des’s voice called to all of you, having you halt and turn around to see the girl hurry to you guys. Cliques all around walked past as Des stopped running and gave herself a moment to breathe. “Goddamn... ya’ll walk damn fast, Jesus...” She panted, standing up straight with her chest heaving.

“You alright?” Alexis asked, concern painting all of your faces as you stared at the short girl. Des nodded, waving it off as she adjusted her bookbag. “What is it? Everything okay?”

“No...” She said breathlessly.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Savannah allowed pure concern to roll off her tongue as you three stared at Des’s surprised face. She then turned to you, having you blink a few times until you listened to the words that left her plump lips.

“I went to the tree,” Des said simply, weaving her fingers together, somewhat nervously. “But the notes weren’t there.”

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ofstarsandvibranium · 8 years ago

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Internet Famous: Part 12

Fandom: Star Wars (Modern AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: Poe and Reader are friends who came together and started a youtube channel for fun. 1 million subscribers later, they’re now internet famous. Their friendship has thrived, however, all of their fans can obviously see that Poe and Reader aren’t just friends.

Internet Famous Masterlist

A/N: I meant to post this yesterday...oops.

Honestly, the whole unofficial family reunion thing was okay. There was hardly any family drama. Your relatives were too caught up in your relationship with Poe to even care for family drama. It was such a nice feeling.

You and Poe were helping your mom clean up the place and wrap up all the food.

“Well, now you two are going to have to eat as much of this as possible tomorrow.”

“That won’t be a problem, mom. Poe is always hungry.” You patted him on his stomach, “I still don’t understand how you could stay so fit.”

Poe shrugged with a smirk, “The Gods have blessed me with a beautiful chiseled body.”

You scoffed, “Alright ‘chiseled body’, go help Zoe and Mason clean the living room. I have to talk to my mom.”

“You got it, princess.” Poe kissed your head and went into the other room.

“Is something wrong, Y/N?” Your mom asked as she was moving her spaghetti onto a smaller plate.

“Nothing’s wrong. Tomorrow’s Poe’s birthday and I was wondering what I should do. Of course I had plans, but I didn’t expect to come here. Poe doesn’t really care much for his birthday so I’m trying to figure out what to do.”

“Why don’t you two have a picnic at that park you went to often?”

You thought about what she was talking about, “Oh yeah! The one with big pond! That’s perfect!” You kissed her on the cheek, “Thanks, mom!”

“Oh and Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really happy for you two. You look so happy.”

“I am mom. And calm down. It’s not like we’re getting married.”

“Not yet anyway,” your mom said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and said good night.

You walked into the living room to see that it was spotless. Mason gestured to the room, “Nice, right? Doesn’t even look like we had a party.”

Zoe held up her two hands to Poe and Mason, “Good job, team!” Zoe then picked up Ava from the couch and said good night.

“Good night, man. Don’t make too much noise tonight. I don’t wanna know what you two are doing.”

“Shut up, Mace.” You said as you pushed him as he walked past you. You took Poe’s hand and began to walk upstairs, “I’m so tired. Let’s sleep.”

You two brushed your teeth then changed into your pajamas. You wanted to be held by Poe tonight, so you made him sleep with you on the bottom bunk. He sighed with content, “Mmmm. I miss holding you when we sleep.”

“I miss you holding me too.” You turned around so that you were facing him. You leaned in and gave him a kiss, “I love you, Poe.”

“I love you too. So much.” He kissed you again with so much passion and love. His hands began to slide to the hem of your shirt. They slipped under it and began to run circles on your skin. You broke away.

“Poe-”

“I know. We promised to wait. I’m sorry.” Poe pulled his hands away and rested them on your back. You rested your head under his chin. He kissed your forehead, “I’d wait forever for you, you know.”

You hummed and nodded, “Go to sleep, baby.”

“Okay. Good night, princess.”

When Poe woke up, he didn’t feel your presence beside him. He opened his eyes and saw that you were at the desk on your laptop. Poe sat up and stretched. You looked over your shoulder and smiled, “Morning.”

He gave you a sleepy smile, “Morning. What are you doing?”

“Posting yesterday’s vlog. I didn’t get much footage, but Zoe did. There’s footage of us singing as well as us playing outside and spending time with Ava. A pretty good amount of stuff. You didn’t get anything, did you?”

Poe shook his head, “No. I kept my camera in here. Can I see the footage of us singing?” You clicked on the clip and showed it to Poe. You two were sitting on the couch looking at each other with so much love as you sang, “Wow, we are disgustingly cute.”

You laughed, “Yeah. Ugh. How annoying.” You clicked on the upload button and set the screen to a 30 degree angle. You stood up and hugged Poe, “Happy birthday.”

Poe looked confused and then remembered, “Oh, yeah. It’s my birthday.”

You ruffled his bed head, “Already losing your memory? Looks like you’re getting old.” You said with a giggle.

“Hey, if I’m getting old. You’re getting old. Besides, the whole silver fox thing is in.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him, “You’re annoying. Anyway, get dressed. We’re gonna have a picnic at the park.”

“The park as in our park?”

“Yup! We’ll just hang out there and that can be your little birthday celebration.”

“Alone time with my girl? Best birthday ever.”

When you got downstairs, you saw that a picnic basket was already set up. On top of it was a note from your mom: Everything is already packed. Have a good day. Happy Birthday, Poe! -mom and dad.

“That’s nice of them.” Poe picked up the basket and headed out the door. You two didn’t bother with driving. The park was only a couple blocks down, plus the weather was perfect. You two walked hand in hand on the side walk. You took out your vlogging camera from your bag.

“Today is March 9th and that means,” you faced the camera to Poe, “It’s Poe’s birthday! Yaaay!” Poe smiled into the camera, “So Poe’s not really one to celebrate his birthday so we’re just gonna have a nice picnic at a park we went to a lot in high school. My mom packed the basket so we don’t know what’s in there.”

“Most likely a bunch of leftovers from the party yesterday,” Poe said into the camera.

“Yeah, probably. So we’re just walking to the park. It’s such a nice day outside, guys.”

“Perfect weather on the perfect day with the perfect girl. How great is that?” Poe asked the camera.

You continued to point the camera at him as you spoke, “So what did you think about yesterday? It wasn’t bad, right?”

“No. It was fun actually. Your family is interesting. Although, I did get asked about when I’ll be proposing to you.”

“Oh my gosh. We just got together. Can they not?”

“Babe, we’ve basically been together for ten years. We just didn’t put a label on it until recently.”

“Naaaah. I think that’s-Look! A dog!” You pointed the camera to a corgi that was being walked by its owner, “We should get a dog. But a small one since those are the only ones we can have at the apartment.”

“But what kind of dog would you want?”

“I like corgis! they’re so cuuute!”

“They are cute.”

Soon enough you two were at the park. You sat walked over to “your tree” and set the basket down. You opened it and found a blanket inside. You and put laid it down and sat atop it. Poe then got up and searched for a sharp rock. You watched as he began to carve both of your initials and surround it with a heart.

“Wow, how very cliche of you, Poe.”

“Gotta mark it as ours, right?”

You began to pull out a four different types of tupperware. One had spaghetti, the other mashed potatoes, another with mixed vegetables, and one with one with two cupcakes. A bottle of champagne and two glass cups were provided as well as utensils and plates.

You showed your viewers all of it, “Wow. Shout out to my mom.” Poe began to put food onto his plate. You took out your phone and portable speaker and began playing music. The sun was shining bright on you two, “This is nice. I wish weather was like this all the time in LA instead of feeling like Satan’s pit.”

Poe began laughing as bit into a carrot, “Don’t make me laugh! I’m gonna choke!”

“I didn’t think it’d be that funny!”

“I mean if I did choke, you can just give me mouth to mouth.” Poe gave you a suggestive smirk as he leaned towards you puckering his lips. You immediately took out the cupcake and mushed it onto his mouth. You started giggling and Poe looked at you as he wiped off the blue icing from his mouth, “We really starting this again?”

You showed on the camera and zoomed in on his mouth whilst still giggling, “That’s a nice color on you, babe.”

Poe sighed, “No, I’m a responsible adult and I will not start another food fight with you.”

You faced the camera to you, “Wooow. You heard it, guys, Poe’s sooo mature now.”

Poe pointed a finger at you, “Hey, I’m doing this for you. I don’t want to ruin that cute dress of yours.”

“Awww. So considerate.” You kissed his cheek, “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks, lovey.”

Part 13

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #star wars #modern au #au

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synnefo-nefeli · 8 years ago

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Holiday/ Winter Fic Drabbles: Day 10!!!

Prompt: “P/E, Strange Days Universe, Thanksgiving”

An anon asked for some Omegaverse lawyer dads at thanksgiving during the events of Strange Days. This story kinda went its own way, anon, but it explains WHY Miles was being so cuddly and snuggly at Thanksgiving, considering that Miles is incredibly reserved for an Omega. This story takes place about two months before the events of Strange Days occur, so this story is more of an Omegaverse AU of AA5 between AA5-3 and AA5-4/5.

Hope you like it!!

You can read my Ace Attorney Omegaverse AU, Strange Days, over at AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3588921

He found Miles standing by the kitchen door that lead out to the living room, with that wistful far-away look in his eyes. If he angled himself the right way by the kitchen’s island, Phoenix could follow Miles’ gaze without disturbing his mate.

Just beyond the door, the dining room table, and the opening to the living room he could barely see Trucy and Apollo’s heads bobbing as they talked on the couch.

Snippets of their conversation and soft laughter floated into the kitchen. He saw Miles lips quirk momentarily for a smile before Phoenix saw the oft expression of melancholy settle upon his mate’s face, punctuated by a hard swallow.

Around this time of the year- barely recovered from the emotions from the autumn mating season before it all mixed with the beginnings of the holiday stress, culminating in the anniversary of both his father’s death and Miles’ own near miss of self-damnation, Miles’ anxieties tended to flare. Phoenix, however, could sense more anxiety than usual about his mate.

Time for a distraction, “You’re back already?” Phoenix broached, stepping quietly behind Miles so that his mate wouldn’t panic, pretending that Phoenix hadn’t sensed that his mate had returned from the detention center minutes ago. That he hadn’t heard the front gate of their new home and Miles’ car enter the garage and the carport door open and close.

Miles back stiffened in response to being caught off-guard, but when he saw Phoenix he quietly nodded, allowing the folded jacket draped on his arm fall onto the stools of the island,

“Yes. The hours were shortened today.”

Phoenix could tell there was something bothering Miles but he instead wrapped his arms about his mate and drew him into a kiss,

“ It’s the holidays- usually people visit. They couldn’t make an exception for the Chief Prosecutor?”

Miles huffed, “More that <i>she</i> couldn’t make an exception for anyone- Chief Prosecutor or not-”

Phoenix caught a whiff of Alpha- female, lesser weight than himself...but similar to Blackquill’s-

“I ran afoul of Simon Blackquill’s older sister,” Miles clarified, “she isn’t kind towards attorneys-”

“Even those who are trying to get her brother out?” Phoenix felt himself bristle, “define ‘afoul’-”

He could feel Miles roll his eyes at him in his repose toward someone being nasty towards his mate, but did not comment,

“She’s extremely frustrated that’s all, Wright...time is running out. We have less than a month and she feels that I am not doing enough to bring her brother’s case to a retrial.”

“And you just let her cut into you?” Phoenix asked.

“The beta who is assigned to protect Simon, Fulbright, came to my rescue.”

“I doubt that another Blackquill (Fulbright can barely control him in court and that’s *with* a shock-collar) would take kindly to a Beta detective telling them how to act.”

Miles shrugged, “Better him than me. Fortunately, Simon distracted both of them with his, ‘shut up and let me hang’ speech, so their attention was off of me. I like to think Simon was doing me a favor in allowing me to escape at least...however-”

Phoenix felt the long tired sigh spread through Miles body, “I am growing worried that soon it will no longer be just bravado and gallows humor- the reality is, no matter how I review the evidence, no matter which angle of logic I line up, everything points to Simon being the culprit and Simon will be executed,” the scent of anxiety was rising in Miles,

“and yet there are pieces missing, pieces he is keeping from me, that I know will prove his innocence and end this dark age, but I just...cannot-,” a frustrated swallow. Miles was burrowing his neck into Phoenix’s own. Agitation rolling off his mate in this waves.

Momentarily, Phoenix was grateful for Trucy and Apollo being Betas, or else they would both be alerted to Miles’ distress.

Instinctively, he felt himself croon...a deep rumble that usually worked in easing Miles’ stresses. He rubbed his mate’s back, gently murmuring “it’s okays” and “don’t worries”, before,

“We’ll turn this around, Miles. Somehow we always do.”

Miles swallowed against Phoenix’s shoulder, resting his head more securely and wrapping himself firmly in his Phoenix’s hold.

Phoenix just held them there. Miles anxieties and melancholy rarely reared their head outside of the privacy of their bedroom or the small private nest (but completely un-nest-like) study Miles holed himself within during the season when Phoenix wasn’t around. Miles was incredibly good at swallowing and concealing his feelings, but sometimes they bubbled forth and his mate spiraled in a way where he needed days to recover.

Miles could not afford to lose his head so close to end, especially if this gambit involving Simon and Phantom was hurtling towards an end- either Simon’s or some other.

“Hey,” Phoenix purred, “everything is going to be fine. You’re going to be fine.”

Miles shifted in his hold, “You sound like Justice-”

“Yeah, I hear it every day, but after a time it starts to help,” Phoenix rubbed at Miles’ back, “you just need to tell yourself that...and then clear your head. If only for a few hours.”

Miles made another long sigh, but did not lift his head from Phoenix’s shoulder,

“C’mon. Apollo came over for dessert and after-dinner games; don’t you want to see Trucy kick my ass at charades? You look forward to that-”

There was a soft laugh against the fabric of his hoodie. Phoenix pulled against the collar of Miles shirt to expose the back of his mate’s neck. He found the scarred spot at the juncture with his thumb and gently rubbed it; relishing in the soft relieved noise Miles made,

“Just shut your brain off for a few hours and relax- it’s Thanksgiving, you and I are alive and well, Fran’s going to be here tomorrow with Adrian and your nephew...and we’ve got Trucy and Apollo here ready to have some family fun, okay?”

There was a dither at the word ‘family’, and Phoenix rubbed the spot some more until he felt Miles visibly relax,

“Okay?”

Miles nodded. Phoenix leaned down and kissed the spot where he’d claimed Miles as his own nearly ten years ago. He felt the rest of Miles’ anxieties fall away beneath his lips.

“C’mon,” he purred, “go and change into something less stuffy and meet me on the couch-”

“Will it bother your subordinate, if I am more,” Miles searched for a moment, “‘Omega’ this evening?”

Phoenix wanted to laugh, of course Miles would ask if it was alright to show affection and for physical reassurance,

“I think you’re allowed to be comfortable in your own home, Miles,” Phoenix couldn’t hold back his grin. It wasn’t everyday that Miles wanted to be cuddly outside of their bedroom, and Phoenix wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to snuggle his husband,

“and Apollo won’t judge you or think little of you because you decided to be affectionate to me, your husband- he’s a Beta, Miles, he doesn’t get a lot of the hangups people have about Omegas in power-”

“Are you certain?”

Phoenix sighed and kissed Miles again, “Positive. If anything, you’ll have to worry more about Trucy snapping pictures of us and texting them to Pearl and Maya with captions that say ‘ooommg they’re so cuuute’, than you eroding any respect Apollo has for you.”

Miles nodded, “Alright. Let me go and change-” he moved to pick up his jacket, presumably to hang it in the hall closet on his way to their bedroom.

“No cravats,” Phoenix teased, as he coaxed his mate towards the hall.

Miles’ hand shot out and caught his own, linking them before pulling Phoenix towards his mate for another kiss,

“I love you,” Miles breathed when they broke, “I don’t know what I’d do without you to set me straight.”

Phoenix smiled, “I could say the same to you too-” he kissed Miles once more, “I guess that’s the reason you and I make such a great team- we ground one another.”

Miles drew away with a quiet hum of approval and made his way down the hall. Phoenix wouldn’t lie to himself that Miles melancholy had been cured, it was there, still lurking beneath the surface of all the stresses that swirled within Miles. However, as he watched his mate walk away, perfect and rigid postured as always, Phoenix noted that Miles shoulders were certainly more relaxed.

The kitchen door swung open to reveal Trucy, “Is Papa home, Daddy?” Trucy beamed, “I’m getting bored and Apollo refuses to be my target for my knife trick-”

Behind her Apollo yelped, “I am pretty sure your dad doesn’t want you throwing knives in the house...or at people.”

Don’t throw knives at your brother- Is what he wanted to say, but he bit his tongue for the hundredth time since he had learned the truth that Thalassa had entrusted him with. He bit down his annoyance of being forced to keep such a secret from two people he cherished, especially knowing how much Apollo desired a family.

He kissed his daughter on the head as he passed, “I thought you told me that Aunt Fran wasn’t teaching you how to throw knives, Trucy-” his tone was teasing.

“You said that she couldn’t teach me how to throw knives when I was under 16, Daddy,” she chirped following him back into the family room.

He settled into the couch opposite of Apollo, refreshing his junior associate’s cup of coffee. Trucy bounced into the seat next to Apollo, and he watched them banter for a few moments.

Miles entered minutes later, exchanging pleasantries with Apollo, and receiving an exuberant hug from Trucy, before he settled next to Phoenix; leaning against Phoenix’s side.

It took a few rounds of charades before Miles’ posture totally relaxed against him, and another hour before he was happy to have Phoenix’s arm around him.

The evening was comfortable and happy.

The four of them a family.

#omegaverse #ace attorney #Phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #apollo justice #trucy wright #wrightworth #narumitsu #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o verse

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kaitlinmcandrews · 8 years ago

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I am going to interrupt my series for a sec here. To be fair, summer is not over yet, so I can’t start the summer blog yet anyways. I kind of thought that I wouldn’t get around to it until after summer. Which, is probably still true.

Sorry family, I highly doubt you’ll get anything from this blog. I was like a freakin’ child for this, I still can’t get over it. This was one of the most exciting events I’ve ever been to ^-^~

Okay, so this is the most amazing thing ever. Apparently, every year, Yokohama has something called a Pikachu Outbreak. Essentially, it is a week long event where you can do/see Pokemon related things. It is mostly performances, but there are some interesting details that they put around the city.

This year, they also included events that had to do with Pokemon Go. It was convenient that the release date for Japan was around the same time so they kind of lumped their anniversary with the already annual Pikachu event. This event was about a week long and ran from August 8th to 14th this year.

So from left to right, here is what the events are:

Stage show at Queen’s Square

Stage show at Landmark Plaza

Stomp show at Nippon Maru Memorial Park

Stage show at Yokohama World Porters

Splash show at Yokohama Red Brick Warehouse

Pikachu carnival parade at Nippon Odori

Events 1 to 5 happened four times a day from the 8th to 13th and the parade was the only event on the 14th.

All the events basically took place in the Minato Mirai area in Yokohama. If you get off at minatomirai or sakuragicho station, you will easily be able to walk towards each event.

Both stations had Pikachu related signs and stuff.

Here is the entry to Sakuragicho:

This was the first thing I saw when I got off at nipponodori:

So, personally, I did go to every event, but I only went for 2 days instead of all 5. As soon as I arrived, I saw the giant pikachu and and people were handing out maps (the ones shown above) and cardboard pikachu hats. I went alone since Pokemon isn’t really Pat’s thing. This worked out well because I was able to time myself so I could see everything (Pat takes forever to do anything, so I don’t know if we could have seen every event…)

As you can see from the schedule I put above, the events run back-to-back four times a day. I came around noon so the order I did things was 3,4,2,1,5. Before I show you each event, let me just say that the events seem to be purposely fit that you can’t see all events in a row unless you only see each one for 5-10min. That’s what I did because I didn’t want to be there all day. It was in the low 30’s outside so it was way too hot haha.

Okay, so the first event I saw was on a stationary boat in Yokohama. This boat is there every day all day, so I think it’s just a display.

Stomp show at Nippon Maru Memorial Park

This was my favourite event, but it could be because I could actually see what was going on. Thank goodness my camera has a massive zoom.

My actual view….

My zoomed in view

Gosh, they are sooooo freakin’ cute~

Stage show at Yokohama World Porters

From this point forward, you will notice that the view gets worse and worse… This event was on the 2nd floor of a mall so the space was extremely limited.

Hula girls/guys were out for quite a while

finally pikachu came out!

Lucky shot… I couldn’t see this well since I’m short…

Stage show at Landmark Plaza

The time difference between the last show and this one was 25 min, but it was a good 10min walk or so between locations. I didn’t get to see much of the show above, but I wasn’t too disappointed. I rushed over to Landmark tower, which looks like this from the outside:

This event shooouuld have been easy to see, but it was not. It was on the ground floor so you’d think that going to the 2nd or 3rd floor would give you a great view. Nope. Not only was it probably the busiest event, but where the stage was, was incredibly inconvenient. I barely saw this event at all. All the pictures I’m going to show you are essentially a fluke…

Seriously though, there were a lot of shoving my camera through small spaces between people and pillars… I feel like my naked eye didn’t see the pikachu at all..

Very cool pikachu ballon filled pikachu balloon

real view

zoomed in camera mode

tried to get a better angle

…and I tried again

Stage show at Queen’s Square

Again, the time I had between this event and the next was small. I had to once again walk briskly to Queen’s square. Luckily, Queen’s square is the mall right next to Landmark tower. This was the worst of all the events for what you could see. This event was sooo crowded, just like the above event, but it had the amount of space as the one in the mall with the hula pikachu’s.

This event was kind of in between floors. The viewing area on the same floor seemed like you had to pay for entry and it was mostly for kids. The second floor was where most people were. It was impossible to see anything or even get my camera close enough to take a photo. Like, you had to look down at a 45 degree angle and there were like 5 people between between me and the edge. I walked until I found a corner where I could actually see ANYTHING… Not great, but it was something…

Impossible to see the stage….

the best view I could get

Splash show at Yokohama Red Brick Warehouse

The last event I actually didn’t care too much about. It was a water show, so I couldn’t even take photos if I wanted to. Pat decided to come down to Yokohama at this time.

Pretty busy, but at least there was space

Pikachu carnival parade at Nippon Odori

This was the big event! It was on a different day and it was not nearly as hot, thankfully. It seemed like it was going to rain and it had definitely rained overnight. I went alone again, but that was probably for the best.I came about an hour before it started and was able to get an okay spot. I wasn’t at the front, but I was in the second row.

Before the parade started, you could start to see and hear them getting ready.

Once there was some commotion, the crowd got a lot tighter. There was even a little boy that tried to get to the front, but people are so freaking selfish and didn’t let him in front. Like seriously? He is so small, you could see over him…. just let him through! Not gonna lie, but tourists are seriously the worst people. Like, if you travel to a different country, just use some common fucking sense. As a foreigner, you represent ALL foreigners. So, for you to not let this kid in because you want to see Pikachu (which you could still see over him since he is like 8 years old…), makes ALL foreigners look like selfish assholes. Thanks.

Sorry…. let’s continue.

In true Japanese fashion, the parade started just on time. I believe it was supposed to start at 4pm and it started at 4:02 or something. We weren’t right at the beginning so it took a few minutes before we saw anything.

The first thing in the parade was the bus that you see above. Once they got closer, you could see that in front of the vehicle there were quite a few people dressed in pikachu-inspired clothing doing some interesting dances and singing along.

Once the bus got closer, you could see the Pikachu’s waving at the crowd!

sooo cuuuute ^^~

Not gunna lie, at this point, I felt like crying. I was unnecessarily happy about this. So cuuuuuuute~

At this point, I was pretty surprised at the people to Pikachu ratio.

This was a kind of funny point in the parade. I don’t know if this section was super fast, or the next was really slow, but for about 7 minutes there was nothing. at all….. It was 4:15 and since I knew that the parade was an hour long, I knew that there was a lot more left. Actually, a man standing in front of me left. The two girls that were with him were gathering up there stuff. The kid that was able to get to the front from earlier had left.

People are so impatient haha.

I suppose this was the main event because this was when the Pikachu’s came.A lady was directing them in a line while blowing a whistle. It was so cuuute!

They periodically stopped for photo opportunities. I got pretty close to one and I was able to touch him. The Pikachu’s seemed to have a bit of a personality. There were a few that did some funny things like dancing when it wasn’t supposed to or running into each other. It was really cute. It really made me wonder who is in those costumes. They are no taller than I am, so are they children? If so, it’s amazing that there were able to be so creative and interesting…. I dunno… just made me wonder.

The costumed Pikachu’s hung around for about 15 min so there were many opportunities for everyone to get a picture and perhaps interact with them. I think they did a good job at getting to each part of the crowd.

The parade ended the way it started. I think it was the same bus and dancers that come back.

As the dancers came back, the police started taking the ropes away behind them and opening the road again. It was crazy to see how many people were there. I could barely move so I went to a high place and just waited until the crowd thinned out.

And that was it for the parade!

Random Pikachu sightings

I was lucky enough to see a whole bunch of them exiting Queen’s Square

…hiding under the roller coaster

mini Pikachu’s on a lawn

Posters everywhere

banners everywhere!

A blimp!

a closeup of the blimp

a bus!

…or is it a boat?

A pikachu hiding on a boat!

mini Pikachu figurines

..looks a bit intimidating

Pikachu smart car

Pikachu head in the ferris wheel

A pokeball!

a walking Pikachu!

That’s all. I hope you liked this, because I sure did!

Pikachu Outbreak in Yokohama I am going to interrupt my series for a sec here. To be fair, summer is not over yet, so I can't start the summer blog yet anyways.

#Japan #pikachu #pikachu outbreak #yokohama

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