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sammysera · 4 years ago

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What happens in Madripoor, stays in Madripoor (SHORT READER X BUCKY ONE SHOT)

Synopsis ~ It’s winter! You have lived in the outskirts of Madripoor your whole life and met Bucky partial way through, he was busy off saving the world until he had to come back. As he walks in the door your heart flutters, reminding you of the forever-teenage-crush you seemed to have on him, his personality, his eyes, his laugh, his hairs, his lips, You both decide to spend a bit of time together away from the crowds of avenging, what’s the worst that could happen?

Warning: profanity, drowning/death, mild sexual content, blood, murder, knives,

Word count: 3254

This has only other been posted on my Twitter. It should NOT be posted on any other accounts apart from @/imgodbtchesmrvl on Twitter and this tumblr.

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The cold gusts rushed through the cracks of the window, begging to be accepted into the warmth of my home. Door creaked to the rattle of the wind’s pushes and shoves trying to get in and infect my home with the spiteful bite of raw frost. My body draped over a small coach in the corner of the living room in front of a dark-screened TV was my hands nestled book pages between each finger.

My breath was short. The tensity of the book’s situation increased, pokes and prods of the cold dotted my skin heavily beneath my thin sweater. Dancing through the pages of the book my eyes glued to the lettering, each printed meant something which helped to create this world of murder, in the simple nook of my two hands.

Blood splattered, knives thrown, glares of the dead and skulls of the living crept images into my mind of the entirely different century and world, sat between my palms. Rattle.

I tilted my head as my eyes slipped to the small handle of my front door. Blasting wind impacted the thing for the hundredth time in the last hour so my head shook away the thought of entry, the creep of reading this mysterious dark, world in front of me didn’t help the anxious-confidence of curiosity bugging my mind. Rattle.

I tilted my head as my eyes slipped to the small handle of my front door. This time I shivered as my right hand removed itself from the small portal in my hands and scratched up my bookmark off the couch, beneath my right thigh. I never removed my eyes from that blasted door handle, they stayed locked onto the threat. The bookmark noted the chapter of the book I reached prior to the interruption and I placed the paper-back down on a miniature grey table beside my current seat. Rattle.

My irises still locked onto that handle, I shifted upwards and still not unlocking my gaze I grabbed a little knife from the table beside me. You see, being the best friend one the one and only Winter Soldier doesn’t necessarily gain you any more confidence that you’ll “always be protected”. No. In fact it did quite the opposite, it exposed a weakness. One which could be exploited, especially is said-weakness had no defence techniques and was incapable to do a thing to defend themselves. On the other hand, there is me, Buck taught me basic ways to defend myself from predators and weakened parts of the body that could help me to take someone down if I needed to. Rattle.

My body thrusted against the wall in series with the door as the handle clicked. Shit. The wooden opening creaked as it threw itself around the hinge in an anti-clockwise, slow, manor. My body shivered to the hug of the frosty wind. Footsteps started to sound as a dark body started to enter the frame. I shot my knife towards it but their arms performed an ‘L’ shape, blocking my attempt, my eyes slowly looking upwards.

Bucky ‘Buchanan’ Barnes.

“Bucky.” I smirked at the tall, handsome loveable-stranger. “Hey, Frosty.” His relentless grin stole his features hastily, suddenly he thrusted himself forward onto me- shocking me I slipped backwards onto the hard, wooden floor and he fell directly on top of me but his hands slammed down either side of my head.

My eyes widened, glistening into his. I felt my heart start to palpitate at the sight of his features directly over me, just an inch or two from my own face. His chiselled jaw laced with a thin dark stubble, thin lips parted but soft, lower lip grinningly bitten slightly by an upper tooth, pearly whites staring back at me as his smile revealed at my flustered face. His eyes never left my own from our first conversion of words when he arrived.

Hesitantly his body came down on top of me, throwing a wave over my own body, of desire for my ever-long crush to just kiss me. As his entire body lie over my own, my legs already spread from the fall with his own placed between them, he halted. Mouth beside my ear.

“A little weak on our defence, huh?” He groaned into my ear, his deep voice soothed the tension of my yearning body. A little laugh left his voice as his body lifted upwards and he settled between my legs, one knee led flat and the other pointed upwards, he never let the grin leave his face as a large hand offered help to my own.

I grabbed it and smiled as we stood up together and he ripped me into a hug, squashing our body together. My body relaxed under the handsome scent of his, pine from the woodland next to my home, cologne, gun powder and fire. The best scent of all, all of this combined. Buck’s large arms engulfed half of my body and he smiled into my hair, not saying a word, just living in the moment of current affection.

I pushed my arms around his waist and cuddled into his solid chest, his muscles were easy to feel through his thin shirt, how could he be wearing such a thin shirt in this weather? I blushed a little again under his groan of joy from our glued bodies. I missed this. I missed him.

Finally after five minutes we parted and he gripped my shoulders with his humongous hands, I smiled at the hold, his eyes stared through into my soul and I felt almost naked from that gaze of his, “How are you?” I smiled a bit more at the question, “Better now that you’re back, Buck.” I patted his arm and he let go as I left for the kitchen, him plodding his large soldier-body behind me.

“I assume you’re hungry, Bucky?” my head turned as I started to walk backwards into the kitchen, making it through the doorway then turning back so I would walk forward to the fridge and pull out some ingredients for one of my best recipes: a sandwich.

“If you wouldn’t mind making me something too, I’d appreciate that.” I looked up to the super-soldier as he plopped his body into a breakfast-bar chair in front of the bar while I shifted around in front of him making two sandwiches for the both of us.

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Time skip: 4 hours later.

catch-up: after the last few hours of talking we discussed life, love, The Avengers, how Bucky was, how I was, what we want in future. We talked about so much half of it I couldn’t even remember. But we decided that now we are going to go out in the snow to just have some general fun. It didn’t snow a whole lot in America this year so when Bucky came here, to Madripoor, he was wanting to at least enjoy the bite of snow at his skin while he was here.

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I shot down the hallway of my little bungalow, darting past Bucky’s door and he chuckled at the sight of my body running round the smallest home he had to ever of been in, as if it was some sort of incredibly important emergency.

“Seriously, you can chill out Frosty, it snows here about two-foot a day in winter. It isn’t like we are going to miss it.” he cackled lacing his foot with a dark thick boot when I jumped in front of him. I grasped both of his shoulders and made him look directly into my eyes as I explained, “No you don’t understand, tonight’s sunset is going to be the most gorgeous one of the year. You need to see this one.” My face flourished emotionlessness as seriousness stole my features. Again, a cackle left his mouth while he stood up, placing a thick coat over his torso and zipping it shut to encase the heat of his body.

I nodded to him, eyes wide in question of if he was finally ready to leave and he returned the nod which indicated for us to go. I squealed, almost launching out of the front door and I creased the perfection of the snow which had settled on my front-door-step.

As I placed one foot into the candy-floss-snow my feet raced through the infinite acres of snow and I raced my body through the trees of the woodland placed in front of my bungalow, running from the calling of Bucky’s voice to stop. I giggled at my head start and hid behind a tree, circling a ball of snow into a snow-ball.

Footsteps crept closer alongside heavy breaths and more calls for his ‘Frosty’. My hand laced my mouth to stop a little giggle escaping at his confusion of where I had hidden, as his back turned towards me I ran out and launched a fist of snow into the centre of his back.

He spun around, a smirk gaining his features at the sight of me running away from him, no more snow in hand. His body thrusted towards me at a heavy speeding pace while I ran directly towards frozen lake I know of local to the woodland. As I shoved branches out of my path, hearing the gaining footsteps I chose to take a detour from my original path.

Before Bucky realised, I managed to take an arm of snow and climb up a tree, I was then sat up on a thick branch draping across to entwine with another arm from another tree halted proudly upwards, my eyes chased Bucky’s movements below me. A small smile flourished on my face, watching Buck struggle to find my where-a-bouts.

He spun in circles directly below me, his jacket creasing over his muscular arms, his dark hair being discoloured by the snow falling on top of the short locks of hair, his stubble starting to also discolour. He started to sputter as some snow must have landed on his lips or in his mouth and he slapped his face over trying to get the snow off his stubble and out of his mouth. Forcing my laughter to try to contain itself even more.

My self-control started to lack as I giggled aloud a little bit but not enough to make him notice my location.

He paused for a moment, squinting in the distance and a breeze overcame the air, dancing his hair forwards allowing from him to use this as an excuse to then run his hand through his hair and pull it from his eyes, this act, although not intentionally flirtatious or arousing, caused that same prior desire for him to just kiss me and be with me returned to my feelings and thoughts.

To contain this, at least for right now, I encased a ball of snow in my hand and swung back my right arm, preparing a throw down towards the back of Buck’s head. Perfect shot. Perfect aim. Perfect target. Perfect everything. I swung it but as my arm came forward and released the ball of frozen water, it slapped into the direct centre of Bucky’s face and I gasped.

Eyes widened.

Buck’s hand and cyborg moved upwards towards the snow encasing his features and as he wiped it off I released the loudest laughter I had ever had. My laughter captured Bucky’s attention and his face shot upwards towards me, allowing me to admire his beauty through tears of laughter.

While cackling uncontrollably I suddenly lost my grip, grabbing some snow on my fall down through the air instead of a branch. Everything was in slow motion.

“NO!” Bucky’s voice bellowed as my body dropped from the branch of the tree and my hand grabbed a fist of snow.

Falling.

Bright images of my parents drowning in the local lake appeared in front of me, I relived each and every moment of that trauma within seconds that felt like hours. The experience of not being able to save them engraved my memory and this must have been my “white light” that everyone talks about seeing when they die.

My hair danced in the pull of gravity versus the light-weight of my hair, it flowed upwards and my body fell through the layer of frost-bitten air, slowly getting closer and closer to the white-bedded grass.

My eyes closed.

Warmth.

My eyes opened and I felt two arms wrapped around me. One under my upper torso and the other under my two legs, shock overcame me as I was sure this was the moment I’d die. My eyes turned to look at my knight, Bucky.

Bucky grasped me in his arms, worry embedded his features as he let go of a breath and closed his eyes bringing his forehead forward into my own, he was scared. Scared he’d lost me. Scared he was going to lose me. “Don’t ever do that again Frosty.” I giggled a bit and brought my forehead upwards. Our mouths centimetres apart, lust for kissing his claimed my mind as we both looked at each other’s lips, my eyes slowly looking up into his, “I planned on doing this everyday, darling.” I smirked and pulled away, shooting out of his arms and running towards the lake.

As I launched from his arms I saw a slight grin claim his lips again, replacing the worry he once had. I couldn’t tell if it was because of the snarky comment and sarcasm which claimed my personality like slave, or whether it was because I called him ‘darling’.

My thighs pounded against each other as I slid across the opening and onto the ice, I locked down onto one knee, skimming across the soft ice allowing it to slide me as far as it could. I turned in circles across the ice hearing small cracks as I danced, I slightly caught Bucky appearing through the opening and standing on the verge of the ice, smiling at the sight of my let-go.

Dancing allows my body to let go, I love to dance. It sets my soul free and I love to do it on this lake, when its frozen, or in this opening to honour my parents. They loved my dancing, they loved me dancing. Bucky loved to watch me dance. I’ve seen so many smiles lace his face whenever he watched me dance, it made me feel alive to see him enjoy watching me do something I enjoy. It only made me love him more.

I turned in a circle, several times. Feeling the gushing wind spin out from my speeding rate of turns and and I brought my arm down, a hand gripped my right waist and my left hand. I looked into the depths of who had taken my hand.

Bucky sincerely smiled and started to dance with me. We rushed around the outskirts of the lake, spinning and turning, so many moments where all we did was lose ourselves in each other’s glistening eyes. The snow only emphasised the aura around us. We both love winter so it only feels absolutely perfect whenever we are together in this weather and season.

Bucky looked deep into my eyes as I stared into his with an equal smile, his ocean-eyes glowed even more in the shimmer of white around us. He spun me round and I fell into his right arm as he brought me down towards the ice with my leg hung upwards in the air, his face following my own.

Our faces, almost parallel following each other at every moment. He brought me up, an even deeper and emotional smile gathered across his entire face, his stubble creased under one of his numbered smiles.

Bucky doesn’t tend to be joyful too much because of everything he went through so whenever he is around me I tended to do whatever I could to make him smile. Even if it meant doing something incredibly stupid, as long as a smile graced his features, thats all that matters.

I stood directly opposite him and he spun me before bringing me back down into and identical position to our last, except now our faces were directly parallel. My leg strung up in the air again, assuming a dance pose.

His deeper emotions surfaced, “I don’t know why it took me so long to do this.”

I tilted my head at his comment and he thrusted forward. Our lips crashed, perfectly. We kissed, our lips smothered each other passionately and there wasn’t a single regret in that moment from either of us.

If passion could be physically shown, there would be mass fires surrounding our bodies as they pushed together under the heated love through our simple kiss.

Bucky’s hand clenched my ass jokingly and I chuckled at his cheeky grab as he chuckled at my laugh. I pulled my arms around his neck and tugged him closer as our bodies brought upwards. Never once did our lips part.

Buck’s arms wrapped around my lower back as mine stretched around his lower neck and his little laugh escaped, parting our lips from the struggle of reaching completely around his neck.

“Who’d have thought such a short-ass would be the one I fall for?” he giggled down to me.

“Who’d have thought you’d finally kiss me?” I chuckled back at him sarcastic and not once did my smile hesitate or leave my lips.

“Hey, this is 2024. You could have been the one to kiss me.” He replied with a sarcastic-serious face, cupping my right jaw.

“What can I say? I’m a sucker for old fashioned.” I returned the sarcasm and he pushed his lips back onto mine.

“I love you, Frosty,” his words pulsed through my mind on loop. I couldn’t get enough of those four words in his voice, from his mouth.

“Happy birthday” He smiled more and pulled out a small burgundy box. I looked at the box then up to him and slapped my hand onto his torso lightly with a wide smile of joy from the comment of his love. I didn’t need some sort of gift, I just wanted his love.

“Bucky, I-”

Crack. My eyes widened. Crack. My eyes looked into Bucky’s, fear overcoming. “love”. Shatter.

My body was engulfed by the cold wet. As I fell, I couldn’t even finish the four word sentence I aimed to tell him. Would this be my death? Is this how I die? I saw Bucky’s eyes start to fill with tears as I fell and when I dropped through I was smashing my hand onto the thick ice.

I couldn’t swim.

I pounded and pounded and pounded, but nothing. Deafening silence.

I watched Bucky’s eyes drain of the passion that once resonated, now all I could see were tears. Panic. Sadness. Anger. Fear. He dropped to his knees, letting go of the burgundy box as it hit the ice beside his knee.

Time passed slowly, but I felt the life paling from me hastily.

My hair flailed around my head, beneath the surface I was screaming but I didn’t want to show Bucky that fear. If I showed fear, he would be scared. I don’t want him to be scared. He forced his fists into the ice but it wouldn’t give. He just kept punching, his knuckles growing scarlet.

I just smiled. One of his tears dropped onto the surface of the ice. I started to fall from the surface of the ice.

“I love you.”

Darkness.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! This was originally inspired by a simple prompt I got on twitter and was mucking about making a mini commentary-short-story but then morphed an idea in my mind!

Let me know your thoughts <3

Thank you for reading!

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marveloussupernerd · 5 years ago

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I’m Pregnant - Jumin Han

Welcome to part “two” of the pregnancy series of one shots! Again, this is not gender neutral, lmk if you want me to write something gender neutral for y’all :)

Summary: Jumin hated getting birthday presents. So how will he react to a positive pregnancy test as his present this year?

You woke with a start, wiggling out of Jumin’s grip. Again. Every early morning you had the same turn of events: wake up around 4 am, get sick, drink something to calm your stomach, take a bath, go back to bed. It was getting exhausting.

Jumin was already behind you, holding your hair back in one hand and rubbing your back with the other, as you opened the lid to the toilet. He had been so good to you; you tried not to wake him, but he always seemed to catch you and comfort you when you were feeling your worst.

Once you had finally rid your stomach of everything bothering it, you leaned into Jumin, burying your face into his neck and groaning. “I’m sick of this. Literally I guess.”

He picked you up in his arms and carried you to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge to grab some ginger ale. This was how it went every night. He sat on the couch, keeping you curled up on his lap, and opened the drink for you.

“I know...” he whispered, running a hand through your hair. “I’m worried about you. Can I finally call for a doctor now?”

You sighed, sipping your drink. You had reassured Jumin the past few days that I was some stomach bug, but it was getting challenging for either of you to believe. Regardless, the getting sick had to stop. You were starting to lose weight at an unhealthy weight. You groaned again, taking comfort in his arms. “Oh,” you mumbled, “it’s your birthday, isn’t it?”

He stole a glance at the clock hanging in the room. 4:13 am. “I suppose it is.”

“Well happy birthday love,” you smiled, forcing yourself to ignore your pain and discomfort to make sure today was a good day for him. “Do you have to go into work this morning?”

“Unfortunately I do. I’ll try to get home before 4 though, and then maybe we can call a doctor? I know you don’t want to go to one alone.” He was so considerate. It made you uncomfortable enough when he called doctors or hairstylists or anyone to the penthouse, but it was unbearable when he wasn’t there. It just made you feel uncomfortable; you weren’t used to it.

“Okay,” you sighed. You had really hoped to get over your sickness on your own, but oh well. “You wanna take a bath or get some more sleep?”

“Whatever you want,” he responded, a reassuring smile on his face. You huffed at him. It was his birthday: he had to decide. He stifled a yawn. Looks like his body decided for him.

“Back to bed it is,” you slid off his lap, carrying the half-drank can of ginger ale with you to bed, Jumin right behind you, an arm resting on your hip as the two of you walked.

You melted into his embrace in bed. When the two of you first started sleeping together he was distant. Sometimes he would put his hand on yours, and that was exciting to you. Now, though, he liked to cuddle close to you, arms wrapped around you waist to pull you close and head nestled between your neck and your shoulder. You fell asleep almost immediately.

When you had woken he was gone. It was sweet of him to let you sleep in, but you wished he had woken you up to say goodbye. You sighed, sending him a text: I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you out. I love you. Can’t wait until you get home.

He didn’t reply. You hadn’t expected one; he was in meetings back-to-back so that he could get home early for you. He had arranged his schedule like this the past few days so he could get home early and take care of you.

You were going to be sick again. Repeating your daily ritual with the toilet (who had become your best friend as of late), you sat there for a while, unmoving. You groaned, reaching onto the sink to get your toothbrush and toothpaste to get the taste out of your mouth, and of course, you were out of toothpaste. You backed yourself up and opened the cabinet to grab toothpaste and oh shit. A box of pads. You hadn’t started yet, had you? How long had it been? That would explain things.

Disregarding the toothpaste, you pulled out your phone and dialed Jaehee immediately. She picked up on the second ring. “Good morning, is everything alright? Would you like me to call a doctor? Mr. Han has told me you haven’t been well...”

“About that...” you trailed off. You ran a hand through your hair. “Do you think maybe during your lunch break you can swing by the convenience store and grab some ginger ale and, uh... maybe a few pregnancy tests?”

“Did I hear you right?” She sounded excited. “Do you think you may be-“

“I’m not sure. But it could explain why I’ve been sick. I’d get them myself but someone might see and then... oh, please don’t tell Jumin about this. I’d hate to disappoint him if I’m not, especially on his birthday. I’ll, uh, I’ll call him and make sure he gives you a break.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

And that’s how, an hour and a half later, you were sitting in the bathroom staring at three positive tests. You had to do three to make positive you were pregnant. And you were. It made so much sense. You felt relieved and happy and... scared? You wanted to tell Jumin.

A half hour before he was due home, you put the test in an old gift box he had gotten you a necklace in. It fit perfectly. You wrapped it in white polka dot wrapping paper, tying a red bow on top. Now all you had to do was wait.

And wait.

He was two hours late. You hoped he wouldn’t be like this when you had a kid, them waiting at the door for their father for hours on end. You wanted him to be someone they relied on. You sighed, closing your eyes to compose your thoughts.

“Honey,” you were shaken awake. “I’m sorry for making you wait.” He whispered. Jumin was still in his work attire, undoing his tie as you spoke. “It was a ridiculously long day, but I’m happy to see you.” His face softened as he took you in. “My Love, have you been crying?” He asked, a gently hand reaching out to wipe tears you hadn’t even realized were on your face.

“I’m okay,” you sniffed, “I just missed you a lot. What time is it?”

He glanced down at his watch. “7 pm. I’m sorry again for making you wait. Oh! And the doctor. We can still have him come if you-“

“I got you a present.” You cut him off, picking up the box that you had accidentally left discarded on the floor when you fell asleep.

He looked sheepish, the smallest flush rising to his cheeks. “You know you didn’t have to get me anything. Your company is more than enough.”

“I think you’ll like it,” you sang, a small smile forming on your face. You really hoped he’d be happy.

He sat on the couch, pulling you out of your uncomfortable sleeping condition back onto his lap for the second time that day. You placed the present in his hands.

“What’s this? More matching necklaces?” He shook it lightly, listening to it clatter. “A watch?”

“Just open it! I’m getting nervous watching you shake it around,” you urged, feeling your stomach turn again. Not right now, baby.

He finally gave in, giving you a smirk as he untied the ribbon. As soon as he opened the box though, he practically dropped it. “This is...” his voice was quiet. You almost couldn’t hear it. “Is it real?” His eyes, glistening, looking up at you in disbelief.

“I took three just to be positive. Jumin, we’re going to have a baby,” you whispered, your voice soft in the moment. Seeing him cry, you couldn’t stop the tears forming in your eyes. He pulled you close, so close, peppering kisses across your face.

“I can’t believe it.” He had smiled like you had never seen before. “I’m going to do better. Make sure I get back from work earlier. Start working from home more. We need to get a house. How far along are you?”

“Jumin,” you giggled. “I just found out today along with you.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, resting a hand lightly on your stomach, the other cupping your cheek. “Thank you for being with me, for wanting to raise a child with me. I could not ask for a better present for my birthday, or for the rest of eternity.” He pressed a quick passionate kiss to your lips, wrapping you into a hug and carrying you off to your bedroom.

“Jumin!” You squealed as he carried you.

He chuckled. “Nothing like that.” He plopped you into bed. “You need to get more rest. And eat more. We’ll visit the doctor tomorrow to see if we can help with your morning sickness. I’ll make some strawberry pancakes,” he winked, making his way to the doorway.

“Hey! But it’s your birthday!”

“And whatever the birthday boy wants, is what he gets. I want to have breakfast for dinner in bed with my wife and our child she’s carrying. Are you planning on stopping me?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe, a glimmer in his eye.

“No way.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #Jumin Han #Jumin pregnancy

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voidlitmoon · 5 years ago

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Familiar Faces, Connected Stories

So.... I am very late to posting it here XD sorry sorry, I kept forgetting, but its here! Finally we get to see the stinky trash man and slimey boi! Or at least partially

See with this part taking so long this part is going to be split into two CHAPTERS! Dont worry I made sure it left off at somewhere where it would make sense. Anyways @sugarglider9603, on with the show!

Ao3 link

Ao3 series link

Part 4 Part 5 (chapter 2)

Master Post

Words: 2,070

Summery: ' Virgil leaned back and stared curiously at his teammates, instinctively sliding a paw in front of his brothers, surprising the two. From their past prospective, Virgil always stayed back, uncomfortable with any form of pokemon battles. Yet here the youngest was, defending the two against pokemon he seemed to trust. Trust? Did he not?

The two Eevees shared a glace, one thing running in both their minds

was it possible to get their brother back? '

It's time we brought our good ol trash rat and slimey boi into the story

Well trash Eevee and.. ok Deceit is still a slimey boi but they're also here!

Chapter 1

Thomas stirred the boiling pot beneath a slowly darkening sky, making sure to watch the food so nothing burned. He wasn't the best at cooking, but he'd learned enough to make some food when stuck in the woods, and having a Logan helped quite a bit.

"Hey!" He stumbled a bit as Roman crashed into his leg, the Eevee chasing Patton around. Roman shook his head, chirped up a sorry before going back to the chase. Thomas shook his head fondly, returning his gaze to the cooking stand "be careful guys, Virgil keep an eye on them" Patton and Roman cried out at Thomas' distrust, but continued playing anyways as Virgil watched laying by the table.

After some time, Virgil occasionally snapping at Roman, Thomas was nearing down with the stew when crashing and yelps caught his attention. He whipped his head up just to see Roman and Virgil tangled together, the table fallen onto its side and the finished berry skewers astray across the ground. Patton ran over, sniffing as the two untangled themselves from each other. Thomas groaned.

"That's it! Patton, you're going to stay right next to me, Virgil and Roman, you're going out and getting us more berries" all three cried out as Logan shook his head from Thomas' shoulders.

"You two, don't even try. Virgil, I need you to keep an eye on Roman so he doesn't run off. And don't try me, I remember that giant pile of Oran berries you brought us" Virgil grumbled, hissing a bit at Roman before leading the way out of the clearing circle. Patton walked over, glumly laying down over Thomas feet. Thomas sighed, he could pick the table up later he supposed, focusing on the pot once again.

Not noticing the two pairs of eyes watching.

Eevee flicked his tail, the uniquely marked pokemon correctly predicting and stifling his brother's angry huff once again. Even with this action, he could understand his partner.

Because he was right there, right there! Their Eevee brother was walking away with another Eevee, telling the brown furred pokemon ('Roman' he believed) off for getting him mixed up in the other's mess. And then there was the trainer.

Eevee glared at the smiling human, stirring a large delicious smelling pot, two more Eevees laying on him. If it wasn't for their brother always being around the human or the other pokemon, they couldn't have gotten him back a while ago. Yet, they had learned their lesson after the chase, the marked Eevee stifling his own growl at the light gray Eevee laying at the trainer feet. If it wasn't for him especially, he remembered the day they almost got their smallest back.

"Please" his brother whined quietly "he's alone with just one of the Eevees, if he saw us he would help! Can't we just go get him now?" He shot a sympathetic look at the other Eevee, understanding his pain. The trash covered pokemon always had a bit of a stronger connection, not much but something more, as he was the one to find the small one in a dumpster. The other shuffled closer and he rapped a tail around his non blooded brother, keeping him close.

"No, you remember how strong, what was he called? Patton was, and you see how often they train. We wouldn't stand a chance" the other's ears lowered.

"I.. I just want him back" the other murmured, ducking his head into his fur, the cleaner of the pair giving a reassuring lick back.

The two jolted as they were brought back to reality, only realizing too late how loud they began to speak as a gray head poked through the bush they were hiding within.

The three Eevees stared at each other for only a moment before the marked Eevee leapt up, standing defensively between his friend and the pet, letting out a low growl. Its eyes merely blinked behind glasses before brightening.

"Oh! It's you!" Patton exclaimed, from the sound of it his tail swishing back and forth rapidly "whatcha doing here?" The tail swishing suddenly stopped as the shiny glared "you aren't here to try and steal Virgil away again, are you?"

The protective Eevee pushed the other behind him a bit, signaling to run, but the trash loving Eevee didn't budge. He sent a look back at the other, only to see the pokemon completely petrified. Oh right, last time they came in contact with Patton he knocked him out nearly immediately.

The shiny seemed to notice, blinking away the anger from his eyes "are you hungry? We wouldn't mind you joining us for dinner, if you wanted!"

And now the marked Eevee froze, yet in confusion. Did.. he just offer food to them? With a trainer no less? He was about to protest when his stomach betrayed him.

Patton perked as the marked Eevee used his tail to bring his brother forward, keeping him close ".. I guess free food would be a stupid thing to pass up" Patton giggled before his head dissapeared as he ran back to the trainer.

"Wait" the trashy Eevee stopped him, "What are you doing? We, we can't-" "I know, but" the smaller yet protective Eevee hesitated "we, we might be able to see him again" the other looked down. This could be their only safe chance, heck the moment they see him the trainer might run them off. The realization they may not be able to be with their youngest brother again hit both hard, but at least seeing him, whether forced to stay with the trainer or (somehow) happy with his place, at least they would know.

The non blooded brothers looked at each other one last time before nodding, making their way through the bush.

Thomas kept a half an eye on Patton as he turned off the camping stove set MJ gave him, walking over with Logan still laying over his shoulders and picking up the knocked over mini foldable table. He went to pick up the dirty berry skewers when a chirp behind him caught his attention.

"So, what were you looking at Pat-" Thomas stood and turned around, only for Logan to let out a deep grown from his shoulders and surprise from himself.

"So" Thomas smiled, crossing his arms "we meet again" the two Eevees moved cautiously into view, Patton leading. He remembered these Eevees from a couple of months ago, yet he didn't think he'd be followed.

Patton chirped happily, running up to Thomas and nodded to the skewers. Thomas raised an eyebrow "you.. want then to join us for dinner?" Pattom chirped again, rising up onto his hind legs and pawing up in an honestly adorable manner. Thomas smiled, petting Logan's head to calm his fur.

"Alright, if they help us clean this up, they can join" The two Eevees seemed surprised by the news, but after Thomas explained where to put them, they rushed forwards to help.

With their help everything finished up quite quickly, Thomas starting a fire once again for when Roman and Virgil returned back. Virgil.

The trainer was now sitting in a camping chair, Logan still giving him a look of 'how dare you let these hooligans near my son and husband again', but Thomas blatantly ignored him, instead focusing on poking at the fire as Patton and the dirt covered Eevee rolled around, they one with marks around it's eye lazily watched the fire a few feet away from Thomas. He stole some glances at the strangers but inevitably realized they would commit no harm.

Though something, something was bugging him.

He sighed, dropping the stick some inches from the fires edge and leaning back in his chair, all the Eevees halting in their action and looking to the trainer as he huffed.

"Sometimes, I hate language barriers" he muttered, causing four heads to tilt, making the trainer chuckle.

"Well, I know you two tried to steal Virgil from us, you probably know him from somewhere" he waved at the wild Eevees "the only thing I don't know is, well, why" Patton and Logan perked in interest, as if realizing they never thought to think of that.

At that moment, the bushes started to shake.

______________________________

Virgil slightly winced as he picked up a falling Pecha berry, placing the berry back onto the pile. Originally the two were pulling the giant leaf topped of berries together, but berries kept rolling off, and with Roman really being the one punished, Virgil got the easy job.

Roman stopped for breathing break, panting slightly "c'mon Bluk Berry, please switch?" In response Virgil grabbed a Bluk berry and tossed it at Roman's face when he wasn't looking, getting a sad and insulted hiss back "nope, you got me into this, you get to do the labor Princey" Roman dropped his ears glumly "calm down you Drama Vespiquen, we're literally almost back" the idiot he called his boyfriend perked up at that, grabbing the leaf's strong stem and pulling backwards.

Not long afterwards they reached their final obstacle, Virgil making his way to the front and pulled the branches off to the side to make a clear path. As Roman dragged it through the same damn Pecha berry was knocked off the top, bouncing down to the ground. The dark furred Eevee huffed at it, letting the starter pass through before paddling forward and picking it up. No way he was going to leave a Pecha behind again.

He sighed, turning around and ducking his head, his slightly longer ears straight (or as straight as possible) back as he pushed through the bush. Seriously, why did they pick this way to come back as well, they could have moved anywhere and they came back the difficult route. He pushed his way through, his body escaping the bush only to bump right into the berry pile. Honestly it was a miracle nothing fell.

He placed the Pecha berry down, making his way around the pile "Roman, what the fu-" he stopped dead.

Roman stood in a defensive position, low growls escaping his throat. Patton perked up by a newly set fire, Logan glancing over from Thomas' lap. And then..

It couldn't be

He brushed against Roman, eyes wide as two pokemon he thought he would never see again stared back. Puzzle pieces he accidentally lost, ones he looked for for so long before accepting defeat.

One stepped forward, the stink from his fur not pleasant, but it wasn't horrible. It felt familiar in fact. The Eevee took a deep breath, before

"hey Little Trash" the Eevee smiled, surprisingly still in one place "did you miss us?"

The answer was given with Virgil tackling said sticky Eevee, purrs rolling out like a thunderstorm "its you!"

His brother laughed, quickly switching back to his chaotic playful nature and snapped up at the smaller, rolling them around.

"Hey! What about me?" The two tumbled apart, Virgil nearly bouncing up and, without noticing the completely confused gazes coming from Thomas, Logan, Roman, and Patton, bolted strait into the strangely marked Eevee, cuddling deep into the parental and brotherly figure, breathing in the long lost familiar scent. The trashy Eevee crashed into the pair, thankfully not knocking them over, joining the three Eevees into a long lost family hug.

It was something Virgil missed, the two scents were like a comfortable blanket, rapping around himself leaving all his worries outside. He didn't want to confront Thomas or the other, he didn't want to know if they would stay or not, Virgil just wanted to be here with them, and unbelievable, he was. He finally found half of his family he lost, he wouldn't lose them again.

Unfortunately though, time still existed, a attention grabbing cough came from Thomas crashing reality back down on the trio, the crackling of fire, the wind blowing through the trees

and the low growls coming from two of the other Eevees.

Virgil leaned back and stared curiously at his teammates, instinctively sliding a paw in front of his brothers, surprising the two. From their past prospective, Virgil always stayed back, uncomfortable with any form of pokemon battles. Yet here the youngest was, defending the two against pokemon he seemed to trust. Trust? Did he not?

The two Eevees shared a glace, one thing running in both their minds

was it possible to get their brother back?

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blackevermore · 5 years ago

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Indulge us with a fun yet random fact about you and your F/os! >:3

x Nathanael Abcott

x Nate sleep walks really bad due to him being possess sometimes I walk up to him running into something. Sometimes I walk up to him in the kitchen cooking, the most spooky one is when he sits in the living room and chants in his native tongue and sometimes they are prayers other times they aren’t. When he isn’t doing the latter I normally sneak up behind him and tap his shoulder and start a conversation with him before sending him back to bed. In the morning I’ll ask him about late night and it bugs him so much when he can’t remember anything.

x Willy Wonka

x Wonka once allowed me to cut his hair....I didn’t tell him I didn’t know what I was doing. I gave him a karen haircut and he was so devistated that he wouldn’t talk to me until his hair grew back. I told him I was sorry but everytime he looked at me I felt he was gonna ask for my manager.

x Alastor

x He has a fluffy tail that I like to tie ribbions around it. He sings when he cooks and even though my not the best to be a duet I always sing with him if i know the words. Sometimes we get so caught up in goofing off we burn the food.

x Kurt Wanger

x Kurt has tried to help me learn even the smallest bit of conversational german but as a silly American, I sound really bad. He tries his best with correcting me but dear lord I’m a mess. Hopefully, if he takes me to German I’m a lot better by then because I’m going to sound like a silly American and he is gonna be so internally embressed by me confidently fucking up his mother tongue.

x BumbleBee (TF)

x Bumblebee calling OP dad on accident and me doing the same but purposefully. When Bee is in his holoform we’ll wear shirts that say we’re OP dumbass kids and if found leave us be. I took Bee to get his tongue peirced and he scared the dude when he glitched out when the needle went through his tongue.

x Michelangelo

x Mickey stole Donnie’s human disguised bracelet and we took a road tip out of the state. Half way towards the midwest during the day when it broke and or ran out of power and BAM giant turtle man in the front seat. He had to play it cool like it was a custom.

x Dominique Dalmatia

x I sometimes forget he still has somewhat dog brain so if I say a random command he does it. We were shopping and he got distracted by something shiny and put it in his mouth and I called out “Sit and spit it out” and he dropped to his ass and did so.

x Mettaton

x When Mtt needs to charge his body and goes back into his box form. I repaint his nails and do his makeup to make sure when he get back in his fancy form he is freshie fresh. He showers me in kisses everytime he boots up and looks in the mirror.

x Yagi Toshnori

x this man gets backrubs and messages anytime he asks for them. Now that doesn’t mean I haven’t fucked something up tho, I tried to set the mood with turning the lights off and lighting candels. Everytime was going great until I knocked the candle over into the oil and nearly set his apartment on fire. After that he has banned me from using real candles.

x Taishiro Toyomitsu

x The first time I saw his skinny form I thought he was a stranger trying to talk to me and I panicked and punched him in his balls and took off running. When he made it home after recovering and eating I told him what happen and he looked at me and told me it was him and I felt so bad.

[Thank you for the ask babe!! @honeypeachiepie 💕💕💕]

#⛓️The Gang⛓️#self ship #self shipping #self shipping community #self ship ask

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smolfangirl · 7 years ago

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Say my name and everything just stops

A sound so sweet, of you and me - 11 - First name

Oookay, here we are. It’s been such a stressful day (don’t start world wars, people!) and as a result, I can’t focus on anything so I can’t promise this chapter will be as closely proofread as the others... anyways, this contains guarenteed more fluff than this week’s episodes ^^

Story: In a world where you only know who your soulmate is by calling them their first name, Matteo soon finds that the smallest words can be the hardest to say.

Word count: 3.3k

Ever since his couch had found it’s place in Matteo’s room, he loved it. But he never loved it quite as much as now, with Luna laying on top of him like a big kitten – a kitten that smiled into his chest and curled up closer instead of purring.

“You know, you make a really good pillow”, she mumbled as he gently let his hand wander over her back. “Maybe I should take you home.”

He pressed a kiss on her forehead. “Maybe I’d let you.”

Luna tilted her head, her eyes finding his, full of happiness and joy and maybe, just maybe, she’d start purring for real any second.

Leaning forward, he stole a kiss from her nose.

She flinched. As he moved, her hands suddenly laid on his stomach, supporting her and by the look on her face, his abs didn’t go unnoticed. (The extra exercises definitely paid off.)

“If I took you home, you’d have to meet my parents. For real.”

Matteo’s hand kept wandering over her skin. She was already so close – he was literally covered by her – yet he wanted, needed, to feel more. Like a junkie always searching for a bigger hit.

“I know”, he replied.

“You seemed pretty nervous about it the other day”, she teased. “And my parents are actually nice, they won’t eat you or something. The only Italian they eat is pizza. Sometimes pasta, but not on weekends.”

Matteo hummed in agreement, a joke on his lips but then she shifted, her hips jolting against his and all his thoughts fell silent while his stomach lit up in flames.

Luna smiled at him. Her hand stroke his abs, moving along to the sides and it left trails of fire behind. He loved everything about this. Her smile. Them being wrapped up in each other, how she had to stretch to kiss him. How she made him happy, happy, happy.

“You realize that I’m falling in love with you, my little moon, right?”

Maybe it was selfish of him.

Luna deserved her name to be said, she deserved it coming out of his mouth. She deserved everything he could give her and so much more than that.

Yet, it never came across his lips.

Sometimes he imagined saying it. When they skated, and he felt like floating in the air. When she snuggled him, her curls tickling the skin on his arms and the touch of her body warming the coldest bits of his soul. The word would form in his throat every time, only to get exchanged for a nickname in the end.

Again, and again, and again.

Sometimes he caught her wrinkling her forehead now. Other times she only smiled like no cloud ever appeared on her very own, very blue sky. It bugged him, the feeling he disappointed her, but at the same time he just didn’t want this irrevocable proof, this shattered dream and the hauling demons lingering in the broken pieces of it.

So, he never said it.

It must have been selfish for sure. Luna gave and gave, she was like his personal Santa Clause all year long, and slowly he reached a point where he unpacked her gifts with the itching sensation that he got much more than he earned, deserved.

But she did it with a smile – he loved that smile, so much – so he spilled out how happy he felt around her and how he admired her until she replied by smiling even brighter.

In these moments, Luna’s aura burned the slightest shade of darkness in the world, burned the shadows until he only saw light.

In these moments, he slowly realized it would be okay.

He’d taken her out for ice creams. Just like that, for no other reason than to surprise her. Or that’s what he told her.

She loved those casual dates. Whether in school or at the rink, their friends lurked by closely, always in plain sight or hearing distance. So, getting Matteo all for herself was something special, like a weekend trip, and Luna enjoyed it just as much.

“Does it really bother you?”, he inquired in the middle of her second strawberry scoop.

A tiny pink dot landed on his cheek as she spoon-fed him, and when she laughed, he frowned.

Luna held in. “What does?”

“That I haven’t said your name yet.”

Her spoon clinked against the cup, with the ice cream falling right back into it. She had expected him to avoid this topic the same way he tip-toed around Gastón’s (inevitable) puns. Even now, with his question hanging in the air, she expected him to look away or fidget with the menu or stare on the menu – any sign of impatient anxiety, really.

She was wrong.

Instead of avoiding any eye contact, his eyes took her in, scanned her, studied her detail by detail. No anxiety, no fear, at least not for her to see.

“Look”, she rested her hand on top of his. “I don’t understand it. But it’s okay, it’s your decision and I will accept whatever you want to do. I’ll be fine either way.”

(Maybe she was wrong about something else too. Maybe he cared more about soulmates than she believed.)

“Sure?”

“Sure.”

Finally, Matteo smiled too. His gaze wandered to their hands while he played with her fingers. “Oh, just one more thing”, Luna added after she finished her ice cream.

“What?”

“Can I have one more scoop? Please? Just one!”

Matteo shook his head only to break out in laughter. “You’re insatiable.”

“Matteo, can I borrow your notes from physics class?”

“Why? You sat right next to me”, Matteo answered while he waited for Gastón to finally change from his PE clothes into his school uniform.

“I wasn’t paying much attention, besides that woman writes too fast to keep track. And you were writing the entire time, I thought I could just ask you.”

How incredibly unfortunate. “I wasn’t taking notes.”

Gastón completely did not approve of this. Matteo knew that before his best friend paused mid-changing his shirt to send him a distasteful click of his tongue.

“You can’t judge me, you said yourself you weren’t listening”, Matteo defended himself. “And hurry up, I don’t want to be late for lunch again only because of your slow ass.”

“Nina likes my slow ass.”

He rolled his eyes. One more minute and he’d take care of Gastón’s stupid tie himself. This laid-back fumbling made him nervous. “Yeah, because she’s your soulmate.”

“You’re my soulmate too.”

“Touché. Still, hurry up.”

Finally, Gastón grabbed his bag and walked towards the door. “I’m going to ask Ramiro for his notes. Dude copies faster than a printer. But what were you writing?”

They stepped outside into the air that felt even warmer compared to the air condition in the locker rooms. A few students relaxed on the grass, the younger ones chased each other around. Above them all, right in the middle of the sky, Matteo found the moon, lost in between the bright blue of the day. He smiled.

“I started writing a new song.”

“Uh, what’s it called? Ode to the moon? Moonstruck?”

“I can’t tell you often enough, you aren’t even half as funny as you think you are.”

Gastón crossed his arms in front of his chest, huffing, “Duh, I’m punny.”

“Not even that.”

It took Luna a good moment to pin-point the difference in Matteo’s room.

“You changed the sheets.” Dark blue and cotton replaced the satin. Very soft cotton, she found out when she let her hand wander over the fabric.

“Well, drunk you didn’t like them, so yes, I changed them.”

Drunk you. To her own surprise, she remembered that evening pretty well, though cuddling him turned out to be the most vivid memory. (It had felt as if he put a flame in her chest, but that flame was also what made her feel more alive than skating or singing or anything else she’d ever done.)

“I’d rather we not speak of drunk me again.”

Matteo let himself fall on the couch and pouted at her but waved her over at the same time. “I liked drunk you. Sober you doesn’t compliment me half as much.”

Luna climbed on his lap. “Sober me has to protect the world from your ego, that’s why.”

In the end, she had to kiss his pout away. Not that she minded.

Luna sat on his lap. His shirt had magically found its way on the ground and her hand cradled his hair. At first, her other hand gently rested on his cheek, but soon she caused goosebumps all over his skin. Featherlight kisses on his jawline, on his mouth, on his neck deleted any coherent thoughts, and he tried to get a hold of whatever was closest to his own mouth. Her nose brushed against his jawline before she went for this little spot behind his ears that just felt so good.

Matteo almost giggled when her knees pressed into his sides at her attempt to get closer but there were her lips on his and he could only pull her in.

“I really like that you have the whole house to yourself”, she whispered in between slow kisses.

He slightly nodded as to not disturb her in her mission to kiss as many spots of his face as possible. “I really like that your parents let you stay over.”

As she left more pecks on his cheek, he felt her grin. Her fingers painted the lines of his body in glorious colors, like an artist created a masterpiece, leaving behind a trail of her love wherever she touched him.

“The only reason they let me is because you finally had dinner with us and convinced them you don’t just want to seduce me.”

Matteo chuckled. Even in case he planned to seduce her – one look from her and he’d do anything she wanted.

“I even had to have this embarrassing ‘We hope you are staying safe’ talk”, she went on. A blush slipped on her face.

By the stars, he’d take in the sight of her for the rest of time without getting tired.

“And?”, he asked, pretending they hadn’t had this conversation yet. “Are you? Staying safe?” His hands ran along her spine. She arched into him, resting her head on his shoulder. At the sensation of his lips on her hair, she sighed.

“Let’s see – I’m alone with my boyfriend in a huge house. His shirt is off and we’re making out on his couch…”

“So?”

Luna grinned into his shoulder. “I think I’m good.”

He began to draw circles on her back, sometimes sneaking down to the hem of her top. “They’re probably happy to hear that.” Luna wrapped her arms around his neck. “And your parents?”

A huff escaped before he got the chance to hold it in. “They’re not too invested in my life and this time, I’m actually glad about it.”

Within a moment, she sat up enough to meet his eyes. She opened her mouth, perhaps to say she felt sorry for him – either way, he didn’t let her and kissed her instead.

More kisses. Calm and steady, like rain drops against his window on a summer night. His legs eventually lost all feeling, which didn’t matter. Luna made him feel so many things, so many more things than he’d ever imagined, that numb legs wouldn’t stop him from tasting her lips.

Luna simply was intoxicating.

And tired. She broke away to yawn loudly, then rubbed her eyes.

“I think we should go to bed”, Matteo said, caressing her cheek. A smile, sluggish yet warm. “Only if you keep your shirt off.”

Darkness. His blanket. And Luna in his arms, peacefully breathing into his chest.

Matteo knew he should feel happy.

He did. Mostly. Because this one thought, this one crippling fear of his, grew louder and stronger the more time he spent with Luna.

First, it only hovered in the back of his mind, kept in check by all the light she radiated. The darkness now lured it out of that corner, until he felt like he’d explode if he didn’t ask her.

“Are you awake?” he whispered into the silence.

Luna shifted, a soft groan on her lips. “Hm? You okay?” Her voice reminded him of her drunk version. Perhaps – hopefully – she’d be just as honest.

“Would you leave me? If you find your soulmate?”

“What?”

Surprise, even shock filled her tone. “No! I’d never leave you.” As if to prove it, she wrapped her arm around him and robbed closer.

His doubt remained, and he hated himself for it. “What if… what if you only think that now?”

She caught his lips, but he was certain he left a bitter taste, and she pulled away soon. “Listen”, her finger poked his chest, tapping it with each word she spoke. “I’m not waiting to meet someone who might not even exist for all I know.”

Matteo breathed in deeply. The nausea slowly faded from his stomach pit, the oxygen flew into his lungs more easily.

“I don’t even know if that person is real or if I have seen them before or even know them already, and I don’t care”, Luna continued. “I don’t care, because I don’t want someone else and you are not a puffer until I meet my soulmate. You’re not second best. This is my choice, and I choose you. Got it?”

In loss for words, he hugged her. (If you could hug a person you laid in bed with and they already were in your arms.) “I choose you too. Thank you.”

This time, when they kissed, she didn’t pull away. He did, but only to worship the soft skin of her neck.

“What are you doing?”, Luna asked, her voice hoarse now, an indistinct moan hidden in it.

“Nothing. But you might wanna use your scarf tomorrow.”

“Matteo!”

Of course, meeting Gastón by the rink the next day ended up in an awkward situation. For Luna, anyway. Her idiot boyfriend grinned so hard his mouth almost formed a circle.

“I see you’re wearing my scarf.” A satisfied smirk and wiggling eyebrows, always the wiggling eyebrows. “Nice.”

His closet was gigantic. Literally, and ridiculously gigantic, both Luna and all her clothes would fit into this monstrosity ten times. She never even imagined the possibility of someone owning a closet like that, except for Ámbar, of course.

How was she supposed to find a blanket in here?

“It’s somewhere in the lower drawers”, Matteo told her while he put his shirt back on.

When she opened the first drawer, she found no blanket.

She found something much better.

“I can’t believe you own hoodies”, she gasped, her mouth even formed this little ‘o’ but then, she snickered, “Or wear them.”

He muttered something that she failed to understand. Maybe some Italian curses? At least he showed no intention of stopping her, so she dug further. Between two dark blue hoodies, one piece of cotton looked weirdly familiar.

“Hey, I think I know this one! You wore it before, no?”

No answer.

Her brain sorted through her memory, in eager search for the right moment. It must’ve been months ago… Only after a few seconds passed did she remember. “Oh, I know, when you were skating with Gastón in the park and I ended up watching you!”

Matteo groaned. Although the first three buttons of his shirt weren’t closed yet, he shot forward to get the hoodie away from her.

“Uh, no, I don’t think so”, Luna laughed, the hoodie tightly pressed to her chest. “You can have it back when you answer me one question.”

“What question?” “You were so cranky that day, and I always wondered what was wrong.”

A pout unfolded on his face. “It’s embarrassing.”

When she simply waved the hoodie in front of him, he sighed. “I didn’t expect you to be there, and I hadn’t put any effort whatsoever into how I looked.”

For a second, she believed he was joking. Matteo always cared about how he looked, regardless of where or who he was with. Always. That was just a part of him, end of it.

But a soft – the softest pink – spread over his cheeks, and it blew away her doubt. She stood on her toes to press a kiss on his blush. “Aww, that’s really adorable.”

“Can I get my hoodie back now? And can you get this blanket, so we can go and pretend this never happened? Please?”

“No.” With a grin, Luna pulled the hoodie over her head. The cotton felt soft on her skin – whoever took care of the laundry surely used fabric softener – and when she buried her nose in it, it still gave off the scent of his perfume. (Or deo, Luna wasn’t sure.)

“I don’t need a blanket, I’ll just wear this.” It fit her like a blanket anyway. “Oh, and don’t forget these open buttons”, she added, chuckling. “No one wants to see you half-naked.”

Finally, this sparked a smirk on Matteo’s lips. “Didn’t seem like that earlier.”

Every word failed to grasp the color of the sunset in front of him. Not really pink, not really orange, only these vibrant last rays of the sun against the baby blue sky leaking through the clouds.

A beautiful sight, truly, still his gaze ended up stuck on Luna.

“Sure you don’t want a blanket?” he snickered as yet another shiver ran over her spine.

“I can use you as one”, she replied, robbing closer until her head rested on his chest and her hands sneaked between their bodies. He felt the coldness coming from her skin through his clothes. When he slightly shook his head at her, she only snuggled closer.

“But now you can’t see the stars.”

“I can look at you instead”, she whispered, “You are so beautiful.”

“Not as much as you are.”

In her eyes, he found a reflection of himself. The fondness in them rendered him speechless, it warmed his bones better than any tea or blanket ever could and it was all he could focus on in this moment.

A part of him continued to struggle, struggled to believe he deserved so much happiness. That he got to lay here, with her in his arms, and that things were perfectly fine, that they fit like a puzzle he’d been trying to solve his whole life. Luna’s words rang in his ears, resonating in his heart as well – I choose you.

They weren’t soulmates, but for the first time, the thought didn’t bother him. It didn’t awake any fears or doubts, it was nothing but a thought. And, compared to all the other beautiful ones she evoked, it crumbled into a minor, unimportant one.

“Don’t fall asleep, you hear me?” He let his hand run over her arm, carefully so he wouldn’t disturb her in case she already drifted away behind her closing eyes.

“Mh-hm”, she mumbled. Eventually, the movement of his chest bothered her enough to lift her head. “What?”

Another smile on his lips. She looked so adorable, and his heart calmly beat in his ribcage and he felt at home, like he belonged right here, like every other place he’d ever seen only existed to lead him to this moment, to her.

“Nothing. I’ve just been thinking.”

“You can do that?” She laughed and flipped his nose. He snorted, glad she couldn’t see the grin his mouth formed. “And what were you thinking?”, she wanted to know but before she gave him the chance to reply, she kissed him. Her hand cupped his cheek and when she pulled away, her eyes outshone the brightest of stars sparkling above their heads.

He knew with every fiber of his being that this was the perfect moment. The one golden opportunity.

“I’m in love with you, Luna.”

#soy luna #lutteo #my sl fanfiction #a sound so sweet of you and me #I love the chapter title bc it's the most accurate one ever #anyway I hope you enjoyed it :D

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ireflectaut · 4 years ago

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Post Three

Things to explore and think about that I learnt from my research:

Listing- I found the listing in Eloise Goes To Paris so compelling and entertaining.

The poetry & rhythm of both books was beautiful and integral to the writer's art.

Dialogue was a great part of both books as well; Eloise had such a strong voice that made you feel and love her, and Max’s character came through in his dialogue. The phonetic spelling and humour in Eloise Goes To Paris was a great was to make the character come to life, and the dynamic nature and visual aspect of Max’s dialogue in Where the Wild Things Are was captivating.

Maurice Sendak’s story doesn’t rely on an abundance of unnecessary words; he gets the point across concisely and vividly. Both stories also have an assertive protagonist which is something I need to work towards.

I adore aesthetically the abstract nature of Sendak’s writing; I think it lends well to the concept as a whole and getting children to explore their imagination in less rigid terms, and also makes the illustrations come to life and have creative licence to elevate the story.

Themes of childhood emotion, imagination and being boundless in what your protagonist can do was very inspiring to me as well.

I wrote drafts of a few different stories that were inspired by my research in order to find one that I could then edit, and use as my final story.

One:

What I am trying to explore:

Abstract concepts, interesting dialogue, themes of imagination and using repetition. Also themes of who you are and who you can be that I was interested in in my proposal.

Story:

“Hello, me!” said Sam to the mirror

“Hello, you!” said the mirror to Sam.

“I’m doing something different today.”

The mirror smiled back.

Sam liked their hair long,

Sam liked their hair short,

Sam liked that their hair had a life of its own.

Today Sam’s hair wanted to be long.

So they stepped through the time hole.

They were very very squished

And then, suddenly, hugely stretched out

And Sam popped out in one year.

They looked in the mirror

“HELLO, old friend!”

Sam was bewildered,

Their hair twirled all around.

Sam twirled with it.

Two:

What I am trying to explore:

Exploring listing & imagination. Thinking about poetry; alliteration, rhyme, cadence & repetition.

Story:

My Things

I have a million things.

They are all me,

And I am all them.

This one cost two whole dollars!

This one I found

In the middle of a tree!

This pile of things is very heavy

And very dusty

Because they stay very still

And I watch them intently.

These are my jewels.

I collect them on my walks.

I give them to friends

Who come in all sorts.

Sometimes I lose my things,

In fact I do it a lot...

Usually it's those silly Grimbles

This is a Grimble hot spot.

Flowers are my favourites.

Its ok if they get dry,

I stick them between a book

Or just paint them with my dye.

This one I made

It hangs on my wall,

If I focus and point,

I can make it fall.

This one is expensive,

My mum got it for me.

I get under the covers,

And I go off to sleep.

Three:

Inspired maybe a little too heavily by Where the Wild Things Are; inspired by the narrative structure and themes. Also playing with the use of capitals like Sendak does.

A mean finger pointed in Lolas face

A big red mean finger attached to a big mean red ogre

That looked like he was about to SWALLOW Lola whole

Lola screamed and she ran and ran and ran and ran

And her face was wet with tears.

As her tears fell something strange happened

The tears became bigger and bigger

And more and more

Until they themselves grew larger than Lola

And they swallowed her up.

Lola tucked her knees to her chest

And locked her arms around them

She closed her eyes and sobbed some more.

Lola created a bubble around her

So that nobody from outside could enter her tears

And no creatures from her tears could enter her bubble.

She was all alone.

One hundred years passed

and the tears had dried up

And Lola was alone...

“YIPPEE” she said! “WOO HOO” she yelled!

She danced around the land!

She twirled all day! And skipped all night!

And yelled into the air

“I AM ALOOONNNEEEEEEEE!”

She looked around....

She danced around the land, again.

She twirled all day.

And skipped all night.

She whispered to herself

“I am all alone.”

So she walked across the land,

And back across the hundred years,

She found her tears

And swam.

She found the big red ogre

Who had shrunk back to his regular size,

With his shirt tucked in,

And his big round eyes.

He bent down to little Lola

To show her a smile.

He was no longer red.

And she was no longer scared.

Four:

Inspiration from the craziness of the world around Eloise- I love the flamboyance of the crazy hotel she lives in and the strangeness of the world around her.

Story:

Amelias house lent to the left

Unless there was a particularly strong wind

Or you told it off,

In which case it leant to the right.

Amelia didn’t like to tell the house off

But sometimes it got carried away

And squashed her cats

And once it almost squashed Amelia

When she was sleeping

(and she had to grab bricks from her dream and pile them up

So she didn’t get squashed)

(she made sure to return the bricks later)

After that incident she had to tell the house off

Really bad

And it lent to the right for a while after that

Which made the furniture look funny.

Amelia did what every normal child did;

She made sure to pay the monthly bills

She talked to important people on the phone

She worried about money

and made sure to find as much as she could on her walk to work.

Her work was petting strangers' cats.

She loved it, don’t get me wrong, but boy was it stressful sometimes.

When she got home from work, she said to house

“UGH, will you let me put my bag down first!

Before you start harassing me for things!”

And then she poured herself a glass of something strong;

Tonight, it was lime cordial.

On the weekends she slept in

And said oh boy, I wish everyday was like this!

She made sure to read the news paper

For her news, on paper

And she shook the pages around

And flipped them back and forth as best she could

And made sure to fold it in a few different ways.

Sometimes she would grab a pen and say to house

“what's a four-letter word for flabbergasted?”

And then do a big loud “Hmpfh”

And turn the page over.

Since all of this was really quite exhausting,

Amelia was lucky to have her parents' house to escape to

If she needed it.

Five:

What I am trying to explore:

Themes of childhood emotion, actively trying to write an assertive protagonist. Using repetition & alliteration. Also trying to write so that when read out loud it will be amusing.

Story:

I put on my favorite dress,

My secret favorite dress, nobody knows

Its girly and pink and the sparkles go BOOM

And then I heard the voice,

He always comes

Whenever I put on the secret dress

The voice is slimy and dark and dank

And throws you into a deep dark hole

The hole is so deep and dark and deep

Sometimes I think I'll never leave.

He says yuck, that dress is girly

So girly pink and yuck

You look silly, didn’t sally say?

When you wore that dress to school one day?

But there is one thing that I can do

When that slimy voice comes

I pull out my sword and say GO AWAY

And I cut the slimy thing to the bone

The funny thing is,

The thing behind the voice

The slimiest sluggiest slip slop yuck voice in the whole wide world

Is the smallest tiniest silliest thing,

It's hard not to laugh at it.

Six:

What I am trying to explore:

Story:

There once was a little girl who never spoke.

Well, she had spoken once, as a baby. She said ‘baba’ which in baby talk meant “please get off my bed, big brother, I would like to be alone now”

But her brother laughed, and pointed a big red finger at her and called their parents in.

“What, what?” they said, “hurry up boy!”

“Look at Amelia trying to talk!”

They crowded her and staired at her with their big round eyes, waiting.

Amelia tried to say: “I'm not sure what the commotion is about... I know what I want to say, I’m just figuring out how to get it out. I’ll figure it out soon, mummy, daddy.”

But only a loud babble came out: “Mmm gaba.”

Her family scrunched up their faces and started laughing at her.

“Well, she's not going to be the brightest of the bunch!”

And they left her all alone.

Amelia was so embarrassed from that day forward that she didn’t say a word again.

That was nine whole years ago.

Since Amelia’s family didn’t believe her to be bright, they never sent her to school.

But Amelia learnt in her own way.

She taught herself how to read and how to paint using things from around the house. Marmite was a great black, and if she cut out parts of magazines she could create great images of colour and people.

She sat in her garden and learned about the bugs and the trees, and about how the leaves on the trees fell when it was getting colder, and how flowers started popping up when warmer weather was on its way.

Amelia was lucky to have the kindest next door neighbour in the world; Miss Andrews.

Miss Andrews was as loud and chatty which made up for Amelia’s lack of words. She also played violin.

I also wrote an alternate path for this story, but wasn’t able to finish either due to lack of time.

Amelia walked to school by herself every day.

She crossed busy roads and walked down dark alleys.

She walked past bullies who pulled her pigtails and stole her lunch;

Not that they were very impressed with it, Amelia's family weren’t big cooks

Usually, her lunch was packed with ice,

or sometimes a lemon found its way in.

Amelia never said anything to the bullies.

She was too scared to talk.

Amelia had a horrible teacher who picked on her in class.

She forced all the children to read their work out loud

And if they could she would yell “PAAASSSSS!”

But if they couldn’t she would yell “FAAIILLLLLL!”

And make them run 100 laps around the field,

rain or shine.

Luckily, Amelia had a friend.

Her name was Lola.

Lola ran laps around the field with Amelia,

Even when she didn’t have to.

Lola made fun of the bullies when they weren’t looking,

And Lola shared her lunch with Amelia, so she wouldn’t be hungry.

Amelia walked into class and took her seat next to Lola.

Seven:

Laura wasn’t good at anything.

She didn’t know how to be good.

She tried drawing but she did it wrong

And her parents told her off.

She tried reading but she didn’t know the words,

She tried writing but it came out all wrong,

The words were lopsided and fell off the page.

She tried cooking but she made a mess

She tried tidying but somehow... made it even messier.

She hid from her mum after that,

But she wasn’t good at hiding.

Laura felt silly and strange so she sat in her garden

And she closed her eyes for a very long time.

When she woke up, she got quite a shock.

Her garden had grown into a tall dark forest,

With flowers and vines and big dense bushes.

Laura looked around. She was lost, and cold. A howl echoed far away.

But then – she heard a smaller howl. A tiny one. She turned to see a little wolf.

The wolf looked at her and growled – he was scared too.

Laura crawled slowly to him and held out her hand.

“Come here, little wolf. Its ok, I won't hurt you.”

The wolf whimpered and cautiously sniffed her hand.

She pet him on the head and he came into her lap.

“Where do you live, little wolf?” asked Laura, and they heard another loud howl in the distance.

The little wolf tried to howl back but was so quiet Laura barely heard it herself.

“I see.” she whispered. “I’ll get you back home.”

So Laura and the wolf took off looking for home.

I ended up choosing my three favourite stories and working on them to find what my final story would be.

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mkdremareriser · 8 years ago

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Additional Kyuranger OC Notes

So I came up with some more information about the Kyuranger OCs I made. I’ve also been came up with other Kyurangers (Ikkakujyuu/Monoceros, UmiHebi/Hydra, MizuHebi/Hydrus, Ya/Sagitta, Pump/Antlia, Koto/Lyra Ryuukotsu/Carina, Tomo/Puppis, and Ho/Vela, plus the Kyuranger team that Kirrn was originally a part of (sorta debating whether or not I should make all of them, but I do want to at least make the Kirrn Kyurangers, Pump, and UmiHebi), but I’ll make a post for them later. Anyways, here are the notes for the ones I’ve already came up with.

WARNING: There’s some mild spoilers in the notes since I’m including information after people had hacked the Seiza Blaster toy to see what sounds they had.

Kirrn/RoFlame I

Despite how he became in the modern day, Kirrn was truly a hero before going mad with power and desiring more and more Kyutamas. He was even seen as a hero on his home planet before they discovered how far he had fallen.

Kirrn was initially supposed to be the Orion Kyuranger but I decided to do something different since people hacked the Seiza Blaster toy and found out that there will be an Orion Kyuranger, and I honestly didn’t want to make one anymore if only because it’d end up clashing with the official Orion Kyuranger.

Both Kirrn and Blast are biomechanical lifeforms, having a mechanical shell with organic insides. Basically they’re Bionicles.

He was on a team with four other Kyurangers. They were Kordo the Kirn/Camelopardalis Kyuranger, Zerda the Kogitsune/Vulpecula Kyuranger, Amami the Usagi/Lepus Kyuranger, and Brorga the Tsuru/Grus Kyuranger (they don’t have colors ‘cuz I haven’t thought of them yet, though I will eventually). As you can tell from his current antagonistic personality, he betrayed and killed all four of them, though he was only able to pilfer the KirinKnife, the KogitsuneStaff, the UsagiHammer, and the TsuruTonfa (all four of their transformation devices), since they managed to sent their Kyutamas into space to avoid being taken. This is why Kirrn does not have any of their Voyagers.

While he does have access to the other Kyuranger weapons he stole, he mainly uses the KirinKnife as his side weapon since it’s the smallest and able to combine with his RoGunnon for its bayonet mode.

Blast/RoFlame II

The reason why Blast can’t use the Ro Kyutama on the Seiza Blaster was because it was linked to the RoGunnon, which it could summon when needed, unlike the other Kyuranger transformation devices, since the RoGunnon is a pretty hefty transformation device (sorta like how Ken from Gekiranger could summon his Saiblade).

Blast is the last of my current Kyuranger OCs to join the team, since I plan on having Rook, Pytha, Apys, and Canvas joining first and defeat Kirrn together with the official Kyurangers.

Blast’s wish (which I hadn’t specified in his information last time) was less a wish and more of a statement, in that he was going to fight alongside the Kyurangers, whether he could use the Ro Kyutama or not. This was proof enough for the Ro Kyutama to activate and summon the RoGunnon for him to become RoFlame II.

Blast temporarily leaves the team to find the new owners of the Kyutamas belonging to Kirrn’s team. He comes back with Masai the new Kirin Kyuranger, Corsa the new Kogitsune Kyuranger, Teporin the new Usagi Kyuranger, and Monacha the new Tsuru Kyuranger.

Rook/CruxCrimson

Since he’s a tinkerer, he becomes the Orion’s main mechanic, and helps with repairing the robotic members of the team as well when they need it. He shows off his skills when he repairs Champ’s right arm and Raptor’s left leg, since Kirrn had damaged them pretty badly in the fight where Chryshiro died, and had been forced to remain on the Orion since their repairs were slow. Rook even rebuilds what was left of Lucky’s old space bike, and makes it even better, essentially turning it into a Sentai bike.

The reason why he’s become a great mechanic/tinkerer/inventor was because he idolized Professor Anton, and had bought many of his books on robotics whenever intergalatic merchants came with them in their stock. Because of this he and Champ get along great.

Rook’s the best at bargaining, having managed to convince merchants and storeowners to sell him things at cheap prices in order to build all of the machines he makes. Because of this, Spada likes to take him along for grocery trips so that they can get the best ingredients at good prices.

Rook regularly improves the Orion, having expanded it to fit the new Voyagers they get. He accomplishes this by using CrossOh and KyurenOh to build them quickly.

Despite being from a desert planet, Rook’s pretty pale, since he usually remains inside his house, really only leaving to shop for parts and to socialize with his friends. And when he is out, he’s pretty much covered head to toe with a cloak (like Stinger really).

Pytha/SankakuTeal

Pytha, being a tutor, basically turns part of the Orion into a school, taking in any illiterate orphans she comes across to turn into students. In fact, she started it because the wealthy kids she had taught all ran away with her because they love her, plus some of the street beggar children came too. Rook pretty much helped make the school/orphanage for her.

Believe it or not, she’s had her memory reprogrammed multiple times by her planet’s Daikaan before. The reasons are all basically similar, in that she learned something unsavory about her planet, her Daikaan, and the wealthy. Despite this, her desire to teach everyone equally remained no matter how hard her Daikaan tried to remove it. The Daikaan would explain this as that she had a temporary crash and needed to be rebooted, and told the kids and her that excuse over and over again.

Pytha’s has a “bob haircut”, which contrasts with Raptor’s “hair-bun”. Likewise, she has a yellow triangle on the back of her “hair”.

After the Kyurangers defeat Jark Matter, Pytha plans on finding an abandoned space colony and/or spaceship and starting a massive school for people for all ages.

Apys/HaeAmber

Apys, like Balance and Lucky, has her own catchphrase of “That’s so fly!” and variants of that. She also makes a bunch of fly/bug puns when she can.

She’s super energetic, and often fidgets when she’s sitting or standing in place, usually by tapping her foot.

An aspect of her wish to be a part of the BN Thieves and the Kyurangers is that she never had any friends on her home planet. She was usually alone and ignored, even by her family, especially since she’s a SUPER middle child of 28 kids. In fact, her entire career pretty much started so that she could get some sort of attention. When Balance and Lucky actually want her to join, it really pumps her up to do her best, and she feels like she failed when the Daikaan she’s robbing nearly beats her to death (though when she became HaeAmber she returns the favor).

Even with her ability to strange her body’s dimensions, she can’t stay huge for long, as it wears her out. It’s much easier to become flat or small for her.

Canvas/GakaJet

Canvas is the descendant of a great artist on his home planet, who had painted a famous mural in the capital city that captured the beauty his planet originally had before it was almost completely drained of its Planesium.

He’s perfectly capable of using a Seiza Blaster with his Gaka Kyutama, but has it taken apart and rebuilt into his personal Pictor Belt to stand out, since he saw Rook transform with the Cruxaber. Likewise he designs the Pictor Set after deciding he didn’t like any of the KyuTheWeapon forms.

He can come off as snobbish at times, and can be pretty rude (for instance he insulted Hami’s skirt and Spada’s hat after permanently joining the Kyurangers), but he ultimately means well, since he wants everyone to look amazing. This trait of his does get him into some minor squabbles with the others, though they’re solved as quickly as they’re started.

After each mission is completed, Canvas paints a picture capturing the beauty of each planet, being able to complete them thanks to his super photographic memory. He shudders at the thought of making actual portraits of people though thanks to having to paint them for his Daikaan all the time, his latest portrait having been number 4,524. They were all destroyed when KyurenOh and CrossOh had killed the Daikaan and blew up his ship (not that he’s complaining).

The original deal he had with his Daikaan was that before the planet was due to be destroyed, he would be allowed to leave to paint whatever he wanted, though the Daikaan actually intended to take Canvas with him to the next planet due for Planesium draining.

Canva’s home planet is one of the planets that has taken years for its Planesium to be drained. It started long before he was born, and it was only nearing completion when he was in his twenties before the Kyurangers came and stopped it.

#kyuranger #uchu sentai kyuranger

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thingsireflecaut · 4 years ago

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Post Three

Things to explore and think about that I learnt from my research:

Listing- I found the listing in Eloise Goes To Paris so compelling and entertaining.

The poetry & rhythm of both books was beautiful and integral to the writer’s art.

Themes of childhood emotion, imagination and being boundless in what your protagonist can do was very inspiring to me as well.

I wrote drafts of a few different stories that were inspired by my research in order to find one that I could then edit, and use as my final story.

One:

What I am trying to explore:

Abstract concepts, interesting dialogue, themes of imagination and using repetition. Also themes of who you are and who you can be that I was interested in in my proposal.

Story:

“Hello, me!” said Sam to the mirror

“Hello, you!” said the mirror to Sam.

“I’m doing something different today.”

The mirror smiled back.

Sam liked their hair long,

Sam liked their hair short,

Sam liked that their hair had a life of its own.

Today Sam’s hair wanted to be long.

So they stepped through the time hole.

They were very very squished

And then, suddenly, hugely stretched out

And Sam popped out in one year.

They looked in the mirror

“HELLO, old friend!”

Sam was bewildered,

Their hair twirled all around.

Sam twirled with it.

Two:

What I am trying to explore:

Exploring listing & imagination. Thinking about poetry; alliteration, rhyme, cadence & repetition.

Story:

My Things

I have a million things.

They are all me,

And I am all them.

This one cost two whole dollars!

This one I found

In the middle of a tree!

This pile of things is very heavy

And very dusty

Because they stay very still

And I watch them intently.

These are my jewels.

I collect them on my walks.

I give them to friends

Who come in all sorts.

Sometimes I lose my things,

In fact I do it a lot…

Usually it’s those silly Grimbles

This is a Grimble hot spot.

Flowers are my favourites.

Its ok if they get dry,

I stick them between a book

Or just paint them with my dye.

This one I made

It hangs on my wall,

If I focus and point,

I can make it fall.

This one is expensive,

My mum got it for me.

I get under the covers,

And I go off to sleep.

Three:

Inspired maybe a little too heavily by Where the Wild Things Are; inspired by the narrative structure and themes. Also playing with the use of capitals like Sendak does.

A mean finger pointed in Lolas face

A big red mean finger attached to a big mean red ogre

That looked like he was about to SWALLOW Lola whole

Lola screamed and she ran and ran and ran and ran

And her face was wet with tears.

As her tears fell something strange happened

The tears became bigger and bigger

And more and more

Until they themselves grew larger than Lola

And they swallowed her up.

Lola tucked her knees to her chest

And locked her arms around them

She closed her eyes and sobbed some more.

Lola created a bubble around her

So that nobody from outside could enter her tears

And no creatures from her tears could enter her bubble.

She was all alone.

One hundred years passed

and the tears had dried up

And Lola was alone…

“YIPPEE” she said! “WOO HOO” she yelled!

She danced around the land!

She twirled all day! And skipped all night!

And yelled into the air

“I AM ALOOONNNEEEEEEEE!”

She looked around….

She danced around the land, again.

She twirled all day.

And skipped all night.

She whispered to herself

“I am all alone.”

So she walked across the land,

And back across the hundred years,

She found her tears

And swam.

She found the big red ogre

Who had shrunk back to his regular size,

With his shirt tucked in,

And his big round eyes.

He bent down to little Lola

To show her a smile.

He was no longer red.

And she was no longer scared.

Four:

Inspiration from the craziness of the world around Eloise- I love the flamboyance of the crazy hotel she lives in and the strangeness of the world around her.

Story:

Amelias house lent to the left

Unless there was a particularly strong wind

Or you told it off,

In which case it leant to the right.

Amelia didn’t like to tell the house off

But sometimes it got carried away

And squashed her cats

And once it almost squashed Amelia

When she was sleeping

(and she had to grab bricks from her dream and pile them up

So she didn’t get squashed)

(she made sure to return the bricks later)

After that incident she had to tell the house off

Really bad

And it lent to the right for a while after that

Which made the furniture look funny.

Amelia did what every normal child did;

She made sure to pay the monthly bills

She talked to important people on the phone

She worried about money

and made sure to find as much as she could on her walk to work.

Her work was petting strangers’ cats.

She loved it, don’t get me wrong, but boy was it stressful sometimes.

When she got home from work, she said to house

“UGH, will you let me put my bag down first!

Before you start harassing me for things!”

And then she poured herself a glass of something strong;

Tonight, it was lime cordial.

On the weekends she slept in

And said oh boy, I wish everyday was like this!

She made sure to read the news paper

For her news, on paper

And she shook the pages around

And flipped them back and forth as best she could

And made sure to fold it in a few different ways.

Sometimes she would grab a pen and say to house

“what’s a four-letter word for flabbergasted?”

And then do a big loud “Hmpfh”

And turn the page over.

Since all of this was really quite exhausting,

Amelia was lucky to have her parents’ house to escape to

If she needed it.

Five:

What I am trying to explore:

Themes of childhood emotion, actively trying to write an assertive protagonist. Using repetition & alliteration. Also trying to write so that when read out loud it will be amusing.

Story:

I put on my favorite dress,

My secret favorite dress, nobody knows

Its girly and pink and the sparkles go BOOM

And then I heard the voice,

He always comes

Whenever I put on the secret dress

The voice is slimy and dark and dank

And throws you into a deep dark hole

The hole is so deep and dark and deep

Sometimes I think I’ll never leave.

He says yuck, that dress is girly

So girly pink and yuck

You look silly, didn’t sally say?

When you wore that dress to school one day?

But there is one thing that I can do

When that slimy voice comes

I pull out my sword and say GO AWAY

And I cut the slimy thing to the bone

The funny thing is,

The thing behind the voice

The slimiest sluggiest slip slop yuck voice in the whole wide world

Is the smallest tiniest silliest thing,

It’s hard not to laugh at it.

Six:

What I am trying to explore:

Story:

There once was a little girl who never spoke.

Well, she had spoken once, as a baby. She said ‘baba’ which in baby talk meant “please get off my bed, big brother, I would like to be alone now”

But her brother laughed, and pointed a big red finger at her and called their parents in.

“What, what?” they said, “hurry up boy!”

“Look at Amelia trying to talk!”

They crowded her and staired at her with their big round eyes, waiting.

Amelia tried to say: “I’m not sure what the commotion is about… I know what I want to say, I’m just figuring out how to get it out. I’ll figure it out soon, mummy, daddy.”

But only a loud babble came out: “Mmm gaba.”

Her family scrunched up their faces and started laughing at her.

“Well, she’s not going to be the brightest of the bunch!”

And they left her all alone.

Amelia was so embarrassed from that day forward that she didn’t say a word again.

That was nine whole years ago.

Since Amelia’s family didn’t believe her to be bright, they never sent her to school.

But Amelia learnt in her own way.

Amelia was lucky to have the kindest next door neighbour in the world; Miss Andrews.

Miss Andrews was as loud and chatty which made up for Amelia’s lack of words. She also played violin.

I also wrote an alternate path for this story, but wasn’t able to finish either due to lack of time.

Amelia walked to school by herself every day.

She crossed busy roads and walked down dark alleys.

She walked past bullies who pulled her pigtails and stole her lunch;

Not that they were very impressed with it, Amelia’s family weren’t big cooks

Usually, her lunch was packed with ice,

or sometimes a lemon found its way in.

Amelia never said anything to the bullies.

She was too scared to talk.

Amelia had a horrible teacher who picked on her in class.

She forced all the children to read their work out loud

And if they could she would yell “PAAASSSSS!”

But if they couldn’t she would yell “FAAIILLLLLL!”

And make them run 100 laps around the field,

rain or shine.

Luckily, Amelia had a friend.

Her name was Lola.

Lola ran laps around the field with Amelia,

Even when she didn’t have to.

Lola made fun of the bullies when they weren’t looking,

And Lola shared her lunch with Amelia, so she wouldn’t be hungry.

Amelia walked into class and took her seat next to Lola.

Seven:

Laura wasn’t good at anything.

She didn’t know how to be good.

She tried drawing but she did it wrong

And her parents told her off.

She tried reading but she didn’t know the words,

She tried writing but it came out all wrong,

The words were lopsided and fell off the page.

She tried cooking but she made a mess

She tried tidying but somehow… made it even messier.

She hid from her mum after that,

But she wasn’t good at hiding.

Laura felt silly and strange so she sat in her garden

And she closed her eyes for a very long time.

When she woke up, she got quite a shock.

Her garden had grown into a tall dark forest,

With flowers and vines and big dense bushes.

Laura looked around. She was lost, and cold. A howl echoed far away.

But then – she heard a smaller howl. A tiny one. She turned to see a little wolf.

The wolf looked at her and growled – he was scared too.

Laura crawled slowly to him and held out her hand.

“Come here, little wolf. Its ok, I won’t hurt you.”

The wolf whimpered and cautiously sniffed her hand.

She pet him on the head and he came into her lap.

“Where do you live, little wolf?” asked Laura, and they heard another loud howl in the distance.

The little wolf tried to howl back but was so quiet Laura barely heard it herself.

“I see.” she whispered. “I’ll get you back home.”

So Laura and the wolf took off looking for home.

I ended up choosing my three favourite stories and working on them to find what my final story would be.

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