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sammysera · 3 years

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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!

TWITTER: @/imgodbtchesmrvl

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marveloussupernerd · 4 years

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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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moonlight-mellohi · 4 years

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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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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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acrobaticcatfeline · 5 years

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Logan and His Little Bumble Bee (Single Dads AU) Chapter 4!!!

Word Count: 3643

TW: swearing, deceit, vague mentions of vague trauma, arguments, crying, unconscious projecting, one quick mention of homophobia, roman is a big nervous a lot lmk if I missed anything!!!

Notes: This was out way sooner than I expected. So I made this one revolving around Roman and Dmitri for once, because we don’t get that much and now he has thoughts and things to say!!! Anyways it starts a bit angsty but its really soft and fluffy and I love my baby gays. It’s dialogue heavy this time around, it’s almost as if my writing changes subconsciously depending on which character I am writing. Huh. I hope you enjoy it, I worked my butt off for it. Previous chapter here, first chapter here!

Summary: “you are 15 years old! Absolutely not!!!” Logan is having trouble letting Roman be himself, projecting his own bad experiences on him without realizing it. Roman and Dmitri kiss a lot because they’re really soft and really gay.

“you are 15 years old! Absolutely not!!!”

“dad people in my grade have been dating since they were 10 come on!”

“and they're irresponsible and don’t know better! Roman it is not a good idea-”

“Logan dear be rational; kids are supposed to-”

“NO!”

Everyone paused as Logan screamed. Roman had flinched and Logan winced knowing he caused it, but he couldn’t just stop at this point.

“Roman, dating this young is a bad idea, take it from me. I mean that was when I got together with mercy-”

“you can’t say that like it’s the biggest mistake you’ve made dad!!! Because… because if it was then I would have-I know it ended badly with you and her, but you were still happy at the time! You can’t just keep me from experiencing things because you're scared dad. I'm not you. I-I need to live my own life eventually, and if I don’t know how to then what am I gonna do when I'm an adult?”

“you don’t- Roman that isn't necessary to be happy, I mean look at me and Patton-”

“well maybe I don’t want to pine for someone for 9 years!!! Maybe, maybe I want to live my life now, instead of waiting in fear!!! Maybe I want my happily ever after before I settle down, maybe, for once, I want to live my life without worrying that I'm a disappointment to my parents!!! I know you don’t mean to but you just, you make everything so hard! You-you have so much, so much hope. That I'm going to be this perfect kid and I'm gonna grow up to be amazing, and its exhausting! I want to make a decision without worrying that I'm going to do wrong by you! And then mercy… mercy never saw me for me, and I always had to be perfect for her and she's gone now but I'm just so tired dad! I'm tired of trying to fit inside this perfect box that I think you have for me, I want to be a teenager, I want to date, I want to go to parties, I want to make mistakes and not cry myself to sleep thinking I've made you hate me. It’s so hard to try to make you happy all the time. I want to have a chance to just make me happy.”

Logan stared at Roman. He had been trying so hard to protect him and take care of him, and all he had been doing was overwhelming him. He had never meant to do any of it, Roman was right, but he went back through his brain and it hurt to see that he had unconsciously pushed his son onto a pedestal that was impossible to escape from. He was never disappointed in him, whether he did good or bad or made mistakes, he had always tried to show that he was proud no matter what. He felt tears welling in his eyes and saw Roman twist uncomfortably. He felt Patton's arm wrap around his shoulders, but he couldn’t stay there, his mind was racing too fast. He was catastrophizing he knew, but he couldn’t so easily stop himself. His head was knocked out of the process when Roman ran into his arms, wrapping him in a hug. He let his arms fold around his sons waist, letting a few tears fall.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry dad I just- I needed to tell you and I was going to tell you in a nicer way, a better planned way but then this happened and it all came out I'm sorry dad I didn’t mean to make you cry”

“it’s- its fine Ro. I needed to hear that from you. I'm. I'm sorry Ro I didn’t mean it. I try so hard to show that I'm always proud of you, god you have helped me so much and I've never realized that I was making you feel so pressured I'm sorry bee, I’ll try harder, I didn’t know-”

Logan’s head was buried in Roman’s chest, it was the benefit of his son growing taller than him, he could hide his tear stained face out of sight. He sniffed a bit, rubbing his eyes before letting go of him. He smiled widely at Roman.

“I was wrong to have set such impossible standards. It was wrong of me to treat you like I had a second chance at my childhood. I really, just want the best for you but-”

He took a sharp inhale and looked him in the eyes.

“but its your life. And-and if you want, if you want to date. Then, I-I support you completely. Because, because I love you Roman. So so much.”

His eyes teared up again, and he let out a choked laugh while rubbing his eyes clear. Roman smiled at him and hugged him again, thanking him profusely. At that point Virgil walked back inside. He looked at the scene, sending a questioning glance at Patton over the other two. Patton let out a small smile and shook his head, to which Virgil shrugged and went upstairs without a further thought.

“so, he was fine with it?”

“I mean he wasn’t, but I explained a few things and he's fine with it now. It took a little bit of the harsher truths to be spilled for him to understand my point, and a few tears, but yeah.”

“wow. I haven’t seen… either of you cry in my entire time knowing you.”

“yeah it doesn’t happen often. I think the last time I saw my dad cry was when he told me that mercy wasn’t coming back.”

“geez that’s a long time. And its always baffled me that I've never seen you cry; I've known you since you were 2.”

“yeah, I'm a uh, private crier. I don’t think I've cried in front of people really since I could talk.”

“fuck man how the hell did you manage that?”

“… I mean I don’t remember it, but I think it was a leftover from when I still lived with mercy.”

“what.”

“eh, it doesn’t matter.”

“no wait what? What did she do to you?”

“pfft, I just told you Vee, I don’t remember. I get vague fuzzy feelings that are sorta like if memories were feelings, but otherwise I have no idea.”

“that’s fucked up man”

“meh. Anyways back to the original topic, soooo can I get Dmitri's number?”

“oh my god.”

“oh, and you're at 75 cents.”

“shit.”

“a dollar!”

Virgil had handed over his number easily, smirking as Roman gave him a hug before dashing into his own room. Roman had immediately sent Dmitri a text, ‘hey, its Roman! Dads way more chill now so I stole your number from Virgil’ and he had responded almost immediately.

‘neat so are we gonna talk about what that was?’

‘I mean, I thought it was p straight forward, but I mean if you think we should?’

‘I mean yeah but’

Radio silence for a minute

‘but like, idk if you want this to be serious or smth like, casual. I mean I don’t care either way’

‘oh! Well something serious sounds nice!’

‘thank god I was not prepared for something casual regardless of what I said’

‘pfft, its fine tough guy’

‘if that nickname sticks you gotta use it around rem, it'll make him bug out’

‘alrighty! Tough guy~’

‘ouch yo chill it with that I'm in public’

‘pfft ur a dork Dee!’

‘I am absolutely not a whale’s penis and I'm offended you would even imply it’

‘oh my god I'm gonna break up with you’

‘nooooo don’t do that I'm too dark and mysterious to be broken up with for that’

‘dark and mysterious my butt! The only dark thing about you is your humor and the only mysterious things about you are your eyes!’

‘babe I have a reputation to keep up!’

‘guess your rep will just have to fit me in there somewhere then!’

‘god you are adorable, I gtg before you somehow make me start uwuing at my family’

‘uwu bye bye mistew dmitwi!!!’

‘god its disgusting kill it with fire’

‘love you too Dee! <3<3<3’

‘<3’

Roman set down his phone afterwards, feeling the butterflies attacking his insides like rabid animals. He changed the tab over to his YouTube and put on his headphones, listening to his curated BTS playlist, starting off with answer: love myself, bopping along and humming. He switched the tab and scrolled through Tumblr smiling at the posts about his favorite superheroes.

The next week was absolutely blissful for Roman, he alternated between sitting at his table with a few of his acquaintances who he would chat with about his hyperfixations, and with Dmitri and his friends. Virgil had a different lunch hour luckily, otherwise he would have been slightly embarrassed. But hilariously the first day he sat with Dee, his friends were caught off guard as a boy in soft pastels and stonewashed jeans sat beside Dmitri and was immediately nestled underneath his arm. There were words signed across the table and Dee would chuckle and respond which sent their eyes flying to Roman in his seat as he ate his sandwich oblivious to the reason he was being stared at, just sending kind smiles back at them.

When lunch had ended, he had stood on his toes and kissed Dee’s cheek and his friends all had the shocked looks on their faces again. He ran off to class and had forgotten about the whole interaction afterwards. He was only reminded after school through a text from Dee.

‘sorry about my friends at lunch, they're judgmental shits. I told them off but knowing them they might continue to be asshats anyways’

‘huh. Didn’t even notice. I really need to get around to fully learning sign, I have the smallest feeling that if I'm hanging out with you more it might possibly be useful.’

‘meh, if I really need you to know something and I can’t talk I’ll just text you.’

‘mmm but I still want to learn! Anyways what were they saying’

‘oh they were being dicks about your clothes and then they were being shits about me dating you, they're assholes, I only hang out with them cuz coach had everyone learn sign for me and they're the only people I can talk to during the school day’

‘oh, that’s rude! Do you want me to stop hanging out with you at lunch?’

‘no not at all, I just want you to know what you're getting into’

‘mhm!’

The next time Roman sat with them, he had sent about 8 insults to the people around the table while Dee wasn’t looking, essentially ‘fuck off you judgmental homophobic dicks’ and after that the group shut their traps about him and Dee.

The week after, Dmitri was busy almost always. There was a big game this weekend and he Remy and Virgil were always either practicing, doing schoolwork, or sleeping for the most part. He would send good morning and good night texts but that was mostly it and Roman felt dumb for missing him so much. Virgil invited him to practice after seeing him sitting around staring at his phone like a kicked dog.

He had sat on the bleachers, watching the coach drill them and them playing near their best. They had taken a rest and Dmitri had made his way up to him, a giant bottle of water in hand. He smiled and let out a croaked hello.

“oh, Dmitri when was the last time you spoke?”

He had coughed and held up a 6 on his fingers. Roman pouted and placed a kiss on his chapped lips. Dmitri waved his hand to say it isn't a problem with a smile on his face and it made Roman pout more and kiss him again, wrapping his arms around himself after. Dee ruffled his hair and went to say something when the whistle blew calling them back. He sighed and stood up, signing ‘I love you’ before rushing back to the field. Roman sat in silence, watching them play once again.

Roman was beaming. The game was today and that meant he would get Dmitri back afterwards along with Remy and Virgil. He was filled with jitters; he knows the team had been working tirelessly for the whole week and he was excited to see his friends kick the rival schools butt! He was rushing Patton out the door again, just like he was a few weeks before but for a separate reason this time.

He wasn’t expecting the time at the game to fly as quick as it did, but here he was. It was nearing the end and they weren’t very far ahead, and the worry was clear on the teams faces. And then Dmitri had the ball! The crowd roared in surprise and excitement as he weaved around the opposition. He got caught near the goal and Roman was on the edge of his seat as Dmitri kicked the ball straight into the goal. The cheers were immediate, the buzzer signaling the end of the game followed a few seconds later. Roman was up and standing at the edge of the guardrail of the bleachers jumping up and down and screaming. He raced down and met Dmitri at the entrance of the showers, looking around before tugging him off towards the underside of the bleachers. He spoke in barely restrained squeals.

“Dee I'm so proud of you!!! Oh, my goodness you did so well!!! I can’t even-”

Dmitri cut him off with a kiss, one that Roman reciprocated immediately, wrapping his arms around his neck and tilting his head as well as he could with the height difference they had when suddenly he wasn’t standing on his own feet but being held in the air from his waist. He broke the kiss with a squeak, placing his hands-on Dmitri's shoulders as he was hoisted in the air by a happy Dee. He squeaked again as he was spun around before being set on the ground. When he was steady again, he looked up at Dmitri with an amused but confused face.

“we did it”

“you did! Had you not processed that yet?”

“not really no.”

“oh, my goodness you are a dork.”

“listen if you had scored the last goal you would be a little stunned too”

“valid however-”

“oh, just shut up and kiss me again you prep”

“gladly”

“ey before you two start making out you might want to go talk to the team? They're sort of wanting to congratulate you, but you disappeared.”

Roman froze in embarrassment at his brother catching them. Dmitri just smirked and turned to face him.

“listen if any of them could get a significant other they would understand. But considering that even you haven’t gotten the nerve to ask out Remy yet, I guess they wouldn’t so I guess I should grace them with my presence, huh babe?”

“hey, fuck off my little brother didn’t need to know I like your brother!”

“oops!”

Roman giggled a bit at the blush that spread across Virgil's face. He nudged Dmitri.

“be nice honeybee. And he's right, I stole you from your festivities! We should head back over; we can be cute later”

“nonsense, that implies that you can stop being cute”

“bluhhhh that’s my brotherrrrr come on you two, be gross later”

“DMITRI THAT WAS LEGENDARY!!!”

Dee had a cocky look on his face as his teammates congratulated him, Remy running up and tackling in a hug at first sight. He chuckled wordlessly at his brother who was screaming praise at him and then dragging him into the showers. The team followed them in all continuing to shout praise and Roman contemplated following as well. He eventually just went in after about 10 minutes, finding Dmitri surrounded by his team and. He blanched and turned around a corner, hiding his face in his hands. On the other side, Dmitri sat with blue jeans and no shirt, still dripping water from his hair. He took a few big breaths before wandering back over, not trying to push past anyone and just standing where he knew Dmitri could see him. He flushed when Dmitri smiled and winked at him over the heads of his teammates, curling up in his arms and covering his face again. He whispered to himself in his hands

“gosh I'm really gay and he's unfairly pretty”

It wasn’t much longer before the group had filed out, done with the celebration, Virgil given him a nudge as he left. He walked in, seeing Dmitri finally pulling out his shirt, and Roman couldn’t help but turn away with a bit of shyness hitting him again.

“what's up Roman? You good babe?”

“mhm! You just um,”

His mouth felt dry as salt and he was wondering when that happened.

“you look nice…”

“pfft you're a nerd.”

Roman’s mind came up with several scenarios for what could happen as he stood up to kiss him. Of course, all that happened was hands around his waist as Dee leant down to give him an easier time. He still felt fuzzy but ignored it as Dmitri pulled away to put his shirt on, quickly pulling on his leather jacket on afterwards before placing a kiss on Roman’s temple and grabbing his hand.

“come on, I'm stealing you, my folks are treating the team to ice cream and pizza and they’ve been wanting to meet you.”

“wh-what? Wait you talk about me with your parents?”

“Remy sold me out day one, but yeah, they seem genuinely interested in meeting you, so I mean why not?”

“oh. Ok then. I should probably tell my dads first, but I’ll be back!”

He ran up to Logan, wrapping him in a hug before explaining everything to him and Patton. Logan looked unsure but Patton backed him up.

“Lolo, Virgil's going to be there too, and it’s not like he's going to be stranded! Plus, there's a new diner that opened a bit ago that I've been wanting to take you to!”

“…ok. You have your keys and your wallet and your phone, right?”

“yes dad!”

“…ok then. Go have fun. Let me or pat know when you are coming home.”

“ok! See you guys tonight! Love you!!!”

The party was far more calm than Roman had expected, most of the team dipping early on leaving just him and Virgil as guests. Neither could complain, they had free access to an abundance of pizza and ice cream, and they could spend uninterrupted time with the objects of their affections. Virgil and Remy had absconded upstairs playing games or something while Roman was sitting next to Dmitri and his parents.

“how long have you been dating now?”

“um, 2 weeks!”

“wow! And you two are already attached by the hip huh?”

Roman nodded as his cheeks burned. He felt his boyfriends arm snake around his waist, pulling him closer.

“oh, you two are adorable! We’ll leave you be, don’t have too much fun with him kiddo!”

Roman visibly relaxed as they left, leaning against his boyfriend and letting out a sigh. Dmitri moved his arm up, running his fingers through his hair, grinning at the purr like noise Roman made in response.

“you should stay the night”

“my dad wouldn’t let me do that unless-”

Virgil stormed down the stairs with a lovesick expression.

“Roman we’re staying the night!”

“oh! Does dad-”

“yeah don’t worry its fine they're chill!”

“what happened?”

“I-”

“BOY YOU BETTER GET BACK UP HERE AND KISS ME I'M HAVING KISS WITHDRAWL”

“let’s say me and Remy are a thing now? Gotta go!”

“…about what I was saying…”

“isn't that the best timing huh?”

“oh hush!”

“wanna head to bed? It is pretty late.”

“um, sure. But I wanted to cuddle some more…”

“who said I was gonna stop cuddling you nerd?”

“I? um uh”

“you can share a bed without it being sexual I hope you know.”

“oh! Oh yeah I totally, yeah duh, of course”

“come on babe”

Roman frowned at him rolling his eyes but followed him upstairs. He had walked into his room and grabbed some clothing before filing into the bathroom. When he came back, Roman had to confronts his gay again, as he was shirtless once again and he was talking to him and he's got to focus dammit!

“-so that’s why, also I have various pajamas in there, and I also have shirts that are probably way to big for you in there as well, take your pick.”

“oh um, I was just gonna sleep in this!”

“…yeah no. those jeans are way too form fitting to get away with sleeping in, and your shirt does not look nearly comfortable enough.”

“o-okay then I guess…”

He grabbed a pair of sleep shorts and one of his shirts and headed into the bathroom. When he came back, he immediately launched himself into his boyfriends’ arms. Dmitri giggled seeing the shirt choice, placing a quick kiss on his nose.

“nah you're a sarcastic butterfly”

“shhhhh I'm a sarcastic mothhhh”

“keep tellin yourself that precious”

Roman sputters a bit before giving up and hiding his face in Dee’s chest. Dmitri goes back to playing with Roman’s hair, and Roman leans into the touch. After a bit of time passes, he stops, and nudges Roman fully into bed.

“why’d you stop?”

“because that’s not a comfortable sleep position. Lay down prep, sleep is important.”

“but I don’t want to sleep, I want kisses”

Dmitri rolls his eyes and kisses Roman. By the time he pulls away, Roman has passed out. He laughs quietly and wraps his arms around the smaller boy, letting himself drift off as well.

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Gar and Rachel begin to take advantage of Gar's newfound animal morphs. Dick decides he loves it. Until he hates it.

A little 700-word fice that turned into a 6k monster as I rewatched titans and realized Gar was not getting enough emotional development. This was meant to stop at around where you see Donna's name pop up for the first time. But I kept adding and adding to it. Tied it up at this point only because I needed to post before Friday and the new episode rid this all as obsolete.

Proofread by Grammarly at 1AM. Yikes.

They were lying on the floor the first time Dick caught them. Gar was shifted into a large lion, his immense green mane brought a swell of pride to his chest. Months of work, meditation, too many trips to the local zoo to count, but Gar was finally learning to shift into more than just a tiger. They couldn't seem to get rid of the green color, but Dick had figured they could work around it.

Large cats were the first thing he learned how to do. Leopard, lion, and jaguar all came quickly after he made his first shift from a Bengal to a Siberian tiger. But staying in a morph outside of consciousness was a new achievement.

He had come looking for Rachel. Who was late for her one on one session with him. His mind had been made up to come into her room sternly, but when he saw her snoring on the floor, legs propped up diagonally on the rump of the African lion snoring even louder next to her, he decided against it. She had her arms crossed over her chest and an opened book tucked under them.

Just this once they could both have a pass. He carefully walked over to the two teens and pulled the giant paw smothering Rachels's face off and onto the floor. Then with a quick swipe of his phone, he measured the large lion and walked out of the room flicking the lights. He gave the two teens one last peek through the cracked door. One afternoon off would be okay. They deserved it.

The next few times had only kept exciting him and he'd talk Kori endlessly about all the new ways Gar was using his abilities. It had become a mandatory topic as they got ready for bed every night.

Gar turning into a door mouse to grab Rachel's ring from the sink pipes. Gar as a crocodile substituting as a paddleboard for Rachel at the lake. Gar as a macaw helping Rachel set up the twinkle lights in her room. He documented every casual use of power and studied how to adapt the newfound skills into combat or fieldwork. It was exciting and made him feel achieved and useful in his role as the team leader.

He'd found them in the courtyard once, an endless thick green snake lounging peacefully on the metal support beams of the tower. Rachel was seated in between the snakes draped folds, carefully curled up as if she were in a hammock swiping through her phone. He had asked them to get off, not wanting to risk a cracked rail under the weight of them both. But before shooing them away he had Gar stretch across the courtyard and made Rachel help measure him from tip to end.

Another time they'd been at the mall a few towns away from the tower. Dawn had planned the excursion as a treat for the team, insisting Connor could do with more clothes.

It was there that Gar had decided to spend his day in the mall's koi pound, discreetly slipping enough coins into Rachel's hands for two ice creams. It was unnecessary petty theft. But Dick let it slide because Gar had been having trouble retaining instruction as aquatic creatures.

At the end of the day, they'd left the mall with two overpriced waffle gelato cones. Conner who the trip had been for, left with nothing but a bag of milk bones.

The day after that had been the first time it bothered him. It was seven in the morning when he walked into the kitchen and Rachel was already sitting on the island, a plate of strawberry waffles stacked high in front of her.

''Morning!" she chirped at him and he gave her a confused smile in return. She wasn't a moody teen in the slightest unless she was provoked but she was never this chipper either. Especially this early.

"Good morning, Rachel," he turned to pour himself a coffee to avoid her exaggerated grin. It was sweet, but frankly put him on edge, knowing full well the dangers of teenage girls.

Donna's cheshire grins from his childhood coming to mind, the ones that always ended with both of them in ridiculous situations.

When he faced her again she was fully immersed in her waffle, smiling at herself as she poked into the whip cream and berries with a fork.

It was a rare moment where he could still catch a glimpse of the little Rachel he'd first found all those months ago. Despite having grown like a weed overnight she was still so young. Too young for everything she'd gone through in the past year since he'd found her.

She must have felt him starting because she looked right up at him, the corners of her moth lowering down into a straight line.

"What."

"Nothing, just looking at you."

"Okay... weirdo."

"Not against the law to look at your favorite kid."

Her smile came back, but it was more embarrassed than mischevious this time.

"I heard from Donna you kicked ass during your last session with her. I know you were struggling with those reactive kicks." he smiled brightly at her, suddenly feeling quite fatherly.

He knew it wasn't his place to think of himself as a father to her. Donna had told him as much when she'd caught on. It'd only clout his judgment when it came to her. But he couldn't help it.

"Oh yeah, kicking. It's so hard." She rolled her eyes at him, slipping her hand onto her lap to fiddle at something.

"Well, it can be for some people. I just wanted to say I'm proud of you. I think it's important that you're putting so much effort into hand to hand," he waved his mug at her, "It's good to not just rely on your powers. "

She mumbled thanks to that and a faint flush warmed up her face.

Great. All those times Bruce would try to say something kind and then take it one step to far into awkward. Now there he was on the other side of it. So much for being the cool leader.

He cleared his throat and took a long sip of his coffee as he settled on what to say next.

"Has Gar woken up yet?" That was a safe enough topic. "I have him and Jason scheduled in twenty."

Rachel took another forkful of waffle before responding, "Jason went out last night. Said he had some bros and hoes to meet up with. I doubt he even came back home. Gar's right here."

Dick darted his eyes through the kitchen and adjoining sitting room. He hadn't seen any animals. Or heard them for that matter. Although Gar being awake was the only reasonable explanation as to why Rachel had such a large stack of restaurant-quality waffles in front of her.

"Here, where..." He felt uneasy asking, waiting for him to pop out and try to scare him. He stole a glance into his coffee cup. Just in case.

Rachel smirked and put her hand face up onto her waffle stack. One of her strawberries began to move on its own and then slowly two green antennas began to rise out of the whipped cream. An ant. A bit ant.

It moved its way up Rachel's arm carrying a respectable strawberry slice in its large mandibles.

"It's an Elate Camponotus," Rachel began to explain "We saw it on TV, it's the biggest class in the carpenter ant colonies."

The ant suddenly took flight. How had he missed the wings on the back of its body? It was large for an ant but small just the same. The smallest thing Gar had turned into by far and it could fly and carry a bit of weight.

Instead of feeling the excitement he usually did when Gar turned into a new animal, he only felt his stomach drop as the ant landed on Rachels's cheek and dropped the strawberry into her open mouth. Rachel laughed and the little bug moved up to rest on her forehead by her chakra stone. She gave Dick a smug look, proud of their little show.

Dick swallowed, "Shouldn't you be heading down to the gym, Gar?"

"Oh wait!" Rachel pushed a last bite of waffle into her mouth and shoved her plate forward. "I need Gar for like five minutes! He'll be right down!" She cupped the little ant into her hand and ran out of the kitchen before Dick could even register what she was saying.

"I need him in three make it quick!" he yelled after them. But the doors were already swinging shut behind them and all he could hear was there giggling as they stomped down the hall.

It kept happening. Like it always did. But now he hated it. A fat cat nuzzled on her lap while they watched a movie in the lounge. A python wrapped around her leg and waist as they walked down to the ship deck. A koala encircled around her arms as they stood waited outside at a food truck.

The whole time Rachel acting as if he was nothing more than an accessory. An accessory that nibbled and nuzzled at her fingers a little too much for his liking.

He'd come to realize that he barley saw Gar in his human form anymore. Half the time he wasn't even sure if Gar understood what he was saying to him or if the gorilla he was barking orders at during drills was following instructions or following what everyone else was doing.

Rachel seemed to communicate fully with him. He would find them sitting around just staring at each other, silently emoting and reacting as if they could speak telepathically. He wondered if maybe they could. He wondered why they hadn't told him they could if it where true. The thought irritated him to no end.

As weeks went by he only became more and more annoyed by them both; and by both, he knew he meant Gar. Teams needed ground rules. Rules about keeping your hands, paws, hoofs, or wings to yourself.

Dick knew he needed to bring it up to Kori. He'd been going over it so much in his head he knew he couldn't see anything good about what Gar and Rachel were constantly doing anymore.

Was it as bad as he was making it out to be? She'd tell him the truth and be objective. If Gar was getting a little fresh about his powers they'd sit him down for a talk.

Of course, when he finally worked up the nerve to talk to her about her precious Garfield it had to be the day she had him power washing her ship as an elephant. Kori gushed about him all week.

Two months after the waffle moment, as he now referred to it, Gar attempted his clinging with someone else.

They were on a late-night jet to Star City for a meeting on jurisdiction Bruce had set up. It was slated for a quick one on one with the Lantern Corps, but suddenly became a summit with teams from all over the country. The overnight visit became a week-long work trip before he had anything to say about it.

He had decided to bring some of the team along. Donna, Gar, Rachel, and Hank were the lucky chosen. Their newer members staying behind with Dawn and Kori. And of course Jason. There was no way Dick was supervising Jason in a city that big.

A few hours into the flight, with everyone asleep but him and Donna, is when it happened. They were both seated toward the front of the jet going over notes before the first meeting at tomorrows summit.

Donnas was noticeably crabby, not looking forward to all the elbow greasing they where sure to be doing tomorrow, "Dick, if you don't go grab me a coffee or let me go to sleep I'll embarrass you more than I did at Bruces 40th birthday party tomorrow."

"I'll call for the stewardess," he said with a laugh but Donna grabbed his arm before he could press the overhead button.

"No. Go grab them yourself. That poor woman looked exhausted even before this flight started." she nodded her head to the back of the plane where the curtain was already tightly drawn around the steward seat.

He agreed and with an exaggerated stretch pulled himself out of his chair. Donna made sure to take the opportunity to slap him in the stomach as his shirt rode up. They pulled at each other for a bit, acting like a couple of rowdy five-year-olds until he finally got a good nuggie in and quickly dashed toward the back of the plane.

He stuck his tongue out at her once he was out of reach and then just to remind himself that he was an adult did a head check of his team

Each was soundly sleeping in their respective seats even Gar was curled up inside a neck pillow in the form of a small kitten.

Maybe it was the tiny little kitten face or the fact that Gar had been so helpful with loading luggage that afternoon, or maybe that he'd completely kept his body to himself in the past 24 hours, but a smile tugged at his lips.

Starting tomorrow he'd wipe the slate clean with him. If he could turn into seemingly any animal himself Dick imagined he'd be a bit over-eager to climb and cling onto anything and everything he could. He had been harsh. But he could stop that this week.

When he returned to his seat Donna was waiting on him with a pointed look, her finger slowly coming up to point. Dick frowned but followed to where her finger was now moving down. A larger green cat rather than a kitten he saw earlier was sleepily rubbing itself against her legs. Before she could open her mouth to say something the cat jumped onto her lap and attempted to settle itself between her thighs.

"Get off me, you little dweeb," Donna hissed and grabbed the cat by the scruff, quickly tossing it behind her. It let out a surprised yowl as it flew threw the cabin and landed somewhere behind them with a thud.

Dick could do nothing to wipe the indecorous look off his face. He was vaguely aware of Rachel making a noise behind them having been woken up by Donna's outburst no doubt. He quickly sat down sloshing their coffee's in the process in his eagerness to whisper to her, "That's weird right. That he does that."

Donna rubbed down her pants, making an annoyed face at the little tear the cat had made in her sweats trying to cling on, "It's effing creepy it what it is."

Dick stole a glance to the back of the cabin. "He does it with Rachel all the time," he tried to keep his voice low. Rachel was now fully up, looking over at them from behind her headrest. When their eyes meet they both looked away. He angled himself away from her and scooted closer to Donna.

"I've been wanting to say something for weeks but I honestly didn't know if I was overreacting."

Donna took a swig at her coffee, "It's still him. I mean he's basically naked, isn't he? Of course, that's something you should bring up. How would you like it if I just walked around sitting on people nude? You should have called him out ages ago."

Dick frowned, "He only does it with Rachel. Or did. You're probably the only other person I've seen him try it with."

Donna rolled her eyes, "Don't be so sure. I've caught him plenty of times getting carried around by Kori and Rose."

She reached for her coffee and took a long swig, "If you're going to say something I'd do it before the summit tomorrow. We don't need him creeping people out at this summit."

Dick agreed. Their first-team appearance didn't need any hiccups. It was bad enough he knew people were already questioning Bruce's decision to fund a second Titans team.

Donna tapped at their papers in front of them and with that he knew the conversation was over.

But it was enough for Dick. It was vindication. It wasn't just him. Someone else didn't agree with what Gar was doing either.

When they unboarded the plane Gar was safely wrapped up on Rachel's wrist in the form of a small garden snake. He didn't turn back into himself even when Dick was handing out room cards in the hotel lobby.

Hank had the sense to realize something was off and took over for Rachel then who had been carrying both her and Gar's duffel.

"I'll get the kids settled in," Hank told them but made sure to give Dick a dirty look as they walked away. Dick could only exchange a look with Donna. Great.

"Yay, Titans," Donna mumbled as they boarded the elevators.

If Gar and Rachel were a little colder toward Donna the first few days of their trip she didn't let it faze her. But it only made Dick more annoyed than he already was with them both. So much for a clean slate.

Gar didn't morph once during the entire summit. A few people came up to him to ask if he even could turn into anything at all. He had to explain that he could and then awkwardly ask Gar to please morph in front of their peers.

The moment was uncomfortably tense. Gar chose to morph into a duck and refused to change back for the rest of the day.

At the end the week the tension between Dick and Gar was painfully obvious to everyone at the summit, and of course, that now meant Rachel wasn't speaking to him either.

Despite how angry and embarrassed he was, the need to clear the air returned to Dick on the ride home. They'd boarded the plane quietly. All of the excitement that had been there on the first flight replaced with moodiness and muttering as they made their way to their seats.

Dick tried not to think about how Gar had been so excited to meet all the heroes at the summit. He tried to think even less about the fact that he'd made Gar morph under pressure in front of everyone.

When their private car finally rolled into the tower late at night, Gar lept out of the back seat and scurried into the tower as a rat before anyone else could even unbuckle themselves.

Hank made sure to give Dick a hefty shove as he walked into the tower with both his and Gar's duffel. "Nice going bird-tits. You'd think you'd be more tolerant of creepy by now."

So everyone knew. He turned to look at Donna but there wasn't any guilt on her face. She rose her hands up, "I stand by what I said, he can't just go around sitting on people Dick. You need to say something to him. I'll apologize if he apologizes to me."

"I will. We probably all need to do some apologizing." They made their way slowly inside going around to the back of the tower and entering through the cargo doors. Going through the back was an old habit for them.

He remembered the time they'd knocked over a six-foot ice sculpture at a Wayne Enterprises function when they were kids. They'd both swore to Alfred it hadn't been them, but then took the long way back to the manor to avoid Bruce's questioning gaze.

Donna had started picking at her nail beds by the time he was finally inputting the security code to the back door. The telltale sign she felt guilty too. When they finally got the door open and entered into the cargo hold Kori was standing in the doorway, arms crossed with a disapproving look on her face.

She tapped her foot to the ground, "You two want to explain?"

Dick felt his face flush. Gar was 15. And here he was, a grown man in a tiff with a 15-year-old boy sneaking around the tower to avoid talking to anyone about it.

Donna kept her chin up but averted her gaze, "We had a small misunderstanding on the trip between members. I plan to apologize tomorrow." And with that, she bounced away before Kori could get another word in.

Kori let her eyes trail after Donna but didn't say anything else. Instead, she waited for Dick to explain. When he didn't she spun on her heel and walked back to their bedroom, eye mask firmly in place by the time Dick crawled into bed next to her.

The next morning he finally told her. He hadn't meant to bring it up to Kori until after he dealt with it. After an apology to Gar was already set.

He had woken too early in the morning the next day. And of course, his first thought was about how he was to go about repairing his relationship with Gar today.

He tried to shove the thought out of his head for a few more moments. Focusing on the outdated popcorn ceilings of their bedroom instead. How had they not updated those when they did the remodel?

But that only made him think of how Rachel had been feeding popcorn to a ridiculously small monkey seated on her lap a few weeks ago at the movies. Despite being funded by Bruce Wayne himself, Rachel loved sneaking Gar into places under the guise of saving money. Gar, of course, went along with it.

He stole a glance at the clock. Four. No, it was still way too early.

Dick turned his head to look at Kori instead, grabbing her hand and rubbing at her palm producing a small little mewl from her. She kept her eyes closed but brought up her other hand from under the blankets for him. She had on bright green nails. Green. How had he not noticed those last night?

He was going to start hating that color if he didn't clear the air with Gar soon. Dick dropped her hands and groaned, his guilt was firmly planted into his brain and he couldn't stop himself. He needed to talk about it.

"Kori,"

"No, to whatever it is. Unless it's the only thing people should be doing this early in bed," she mumbled from under her eye mask.

Dick smiled and slipped the mask off her face.

"Kori, what do you think about Gar?"

Kori shifted her head up toward him from the pillow but didn't open her eyes, still trying to remain asleep, "What about him?"

"Him and Rachel. Specifically him and all his animals and Rachel." He bit at his lip, hoping that his voice was coming out as calm as he was trying for it to be.

"You mean like how he's always riding on her now?" Her tone was teasing.

Dick felt his neck go hot and Kori laughed, now fully awake and propping herself up. "Wait. Is that honestly bothering you?"

"It's not just me, Donna agrees."

"With what?

"That it's inappropriate."

"Inappropriate? It's their thing."

Dick turned to fully look at her, his voice already betraying him and going shrill.

"It's their thing? What does that even mean, their thing." he pulled himself out of bed already regretting trying to talk about this with Kori.

She loved Gar. She could catch him robbing a Best Buy at gunpoint and find a way to excuse him for it.

"Their thing, you know. Like Hawk and Dove. Connor and Krypto. Jason and his attitude."

She had pulled a blue nail file seemingly out of nowhere and was now working at her green nails. "They're Rachel and Gar. Raven and Beastboy." She scrunched her face at Gars alias. "Still don't get that name by the way."

Dick scoffed as he pulled on his pants. "I don't want them paired off like that. We're a team. Not a bunch of duos."

"Of course we're a team, Dick. But they like each other. They're allowed to interact however they want."

"What do you mean they like each other?

"Don't be stupid Dick you know what I mean. They just like each other. Doesn't mean they're hooking up in the middle of the night in their rooms."

Dick felt a muscle at his face twitch. "They're what?"

Kori propped up onto her knees sensing she'd teased him too far and crawled to the end of the bed, grabbing his arm before he barged into one of the teens' room.

"Dick I'm poking fun. Calm down. Gar wouldn't do that. You know he wouldn't. Rachel wouldn't let him for that matter."

She pushed a hand into his hair, knowing that calmed him, "What's going on. Be honest."

He felt himself relax into her touch and sat back onto the edge of the bed. Kori quickly pulled herself up behind him. Her long legs going around his sides and resting her chin on his shoulder. She waited for him to talk. Not wanting to push him into the topic.

"It's not a good foundation. To start a relationship like this. On a team like this. I never want to think I'll put them through something they can't handle but this line of work isn't guaranteed. People come and go for so many different reasons.''

He knew that's what it was. Weeks he'd been torturing himself over Gar and Rachel not understanding completely why but knowing it was more than him being overprotective. Them becoming closer than they already where would only hurt them more if something happened. He didn't want them to be too dependent on each other. Not any more than they needed to be.

"This doesn't have anything to do with Dawn does it? With what happened between you and her."

Dick reached down and wrapped her arms tighter around him, "You know about that."

"Yeah. I asked Dawn."

"Why didn't you ask me?"

"I wanted to ask her."

He didn't respond. Mulling it over his head. Him and Dawn. He couldn't picture Gar and Rachel in a situation like that. Suddenly not speaking for years after giving into their emotions. Either of them having a tense relationship with a surrogate Hank like figure.

He smiled at the idea of it. No way. Neither Rachel or Gar would end up like that.

"Rachel and Gar are more mature than that. No offense to Dawn."

"I'm sure she'd agree. She gave herself enough share of the blame for what happened between you two."

"You guys talked that much about it?"

"Oh yeah, we talked for hours. After the third bottle of wine, she started to spill."

Dick whipped back around to look at her, Dawn knew too many embarrassing things. Things he wasn't ready for a space goddess he was still having a hard time believing was in his bed to know.

Kori giggled, "I'm kidding. She was a total gentleman in her retelling."

Dick shook his head, "Oh I'm sure she was." he pulled her arms tighter around himself and leaned back into her. He loved that she could take his weight.

"So what happened with Gar on the trip. What was the misunderstanding?"

"He tried to take a nap on Donna's lap," saying it out loud he couldn't help but laugh at how hilarious it was.

Kori giggled into his neck, "Of course he did. So what did Donna do?"

"She threw him off her lap. And then I think Rachel and him overheard us saying it was creepy how he did that to people."

The giggling stopped.

"You did not call that sweet boy creepy to his face without apologizing to him immediately."

"It wasn't to his face. We were whispering!"

"Dick! The boy has ears like a basset hound. You can't whisper around him."

"Okay, I know that now. And I am going to apologize. But he does need boundaries, Kori. If he and Rachel are going to be that close fine, I can deal with that. But he can't just act like an animal when it suits him!"

Kori shoved herself away from him and off the bed, "I mean can you blame him when you practically treat him like one."

"I don't treat Gar like an animal! That's ridiculous!"

"Honestly Dick. All you do is measure him and catalog and figure out a way for him to fight people without biting them. I'm surprised you aren't pressuring him to do that more."

"Okay well, that's my job, Kori! It wasn't just going to be trips to the zoo and watching animal planet forever with him. And you know that. And so did he when he signed up for this!"

"Of course he knew that! But maybe he just thought you'd also give him the same amount of attention you give Rachel! You think he was getting any good mentorship from that last creep he was living with! You don't even talk to him, Dick. You have no idea what he's been through!"

They were fully yelling at each other now and he was completely aware this was their first fight. He was also aware of the fact that they were having their first fight before he had even taken her on a first date.

Kori stormed out of the room the minute she was fully dressed. He was too angry at himself to even try and walk after her. It was way too early for a drink but he went to the minibar in the corner of the room and poured himself something heavy anyway.

He thought about what she had said, that he never talked to Gar. It wasn't true. They talked every day before he had become fully aware of him and Rachel's antics. They talked about his weight, food, his numbers in the gym...

"Great job Grayson," he muttered to himself. A conversation. He had never actually had a conversation with him. Never bothered to ask him about his past or what it was like living in the mansion they had found him in. Why the woman who had been there had practically pulled him into a corner the minute the man they called the Chief was unconscious and begged him to take Gar. He hadn't known how to say no to her when she sounded so terrified. So he agreed and she quickly ran off to gather his things.

Everything after that had been so insane. Everything after that had been about Rachel. He always checked in with Rachel. Even with Connor who'd only been with them less than a year, he made it a point to check-in. Heck. Even Rose and Jason. He'd taken the time to try and talk to those two before Gar.

Dick left his drink unfinished and made his way toward Gar's room. This would end today. He'd apologize. Clear the air. But most importantly he'd make an effort.

When he reached the hall that housed the younger Titans he suddenly wished he'd waited a little later in the morning to apologize.

The bunch of them were notoriously light sleepers. No thanks in part to Dick who insisted they should learn to be in case a mission required it.

He didn't need his entire team hearing this. He'd just have to pull them into a conference room. When he reached Gar's door he decided to take a minute to collect his thoughts.

How would he start this conversation? Gar I'm sorry for the tension between us lately. No. Garfield, I owe you an apology. That wasn't right either. He should ask first to be forgiven instead. Right?

Dick didn't quite keep track of how long he stood in front of Gar's door going over the conversation in his head. He gave his opening line one last run under his breath and straightened up to knock on the door. Before his fist could connect with the door, two entries down at Rachels door, Gar slipped out into the hallway and froze.

They blinked at each other. Dick was aware of the tightness in his chest and the fact that he couldn't seem to get his mouth to close.

"Gar."

"We... there was a movie last night. We all fell asleep in there. Connors inside now you can check" his voice was jumping in every high point. He had to teach him to be a better lier.

"Connor is in there? And you were just gonna leave him in there alone with Rachel?"

Behind him, he hears another swing door open, he tilts slightly to catch which one it is. Connor's. Walking out with Krypto on his heels.

"Mornin','' he yawned at them as he went down the hall. "You guys are being way too loud, did you need me?"

"No Connor, sorry." Dick waved at his door, "Feel free to go back to bed."

"Nah. Already up."

When he turned back to face Gar his face was flushed with red, the familiar hunch in his shoulder present when he was ready to morph. Ready to disappear from their current situation.

Dick raised his hands, "Hey, it's okay. I...uh. It's not my business where you spend the night, to an extent at least.

Gar seemed to relax at that but he continued to shift his weight, like a scared animal getting ready to bolt.

"Can we talk." Dick nodded toward the meeting room at the end of the hall, "In there maybe. Before the rest of you wake up."

"Yeah. Of course."

They took the 20 feet down the hall in silence. Dick awkwardly holding the door open to the conference room for them when they finally arrived. Gar ducked inside making his body as small as possible as to not graze Dick or the door.

They didn't say anything for a while, both with hands shoved deep in the pockets of sweatpants. Gar yawned at one point and Dick realized how early it still was.

"Maybe we should have done this over coffee," he tried to joke.

Gar gave him a quiet little laugh, "Yeah, maybe."

He looked up at Dick then, his big brown eyes showing to much vulnerability. He was scared. It wasn't right to keep dragging this on.

"Garfield, I'm sorry. About what Donna and I said on that plane."

Gar didn't respond. But his face softened, clearly not having been expecting an apology. Dick continued.

"Not just that, ruining the summit for you. The way I've been acting these past few weeks. The way I've acted with you since I've met you really." he took a breath to run his hands through his hair.

"I've been treating you," he bit into his cheek as he remembered Kori's words, "like an animal."

They were silent for a minute until Gar quietly spoke up. "I mean yeah, I am one."

"Well regardless, I don't like how I've treated you."

"Neither do I."

Dick didn't know what to say to such a frank response.

"Right well, I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted. Sort of."

"Sort of?"

Gar leaned forward in his seat, rubbing his palms against his sweatpants. "I know that I've been making everyone uncomfortable lately. With my powers. I'm sorry too. But I don't think it's going to stop anytime soon. So I need you to understand why and I don't know, maybe, you can help us figure out a solution."

Dick frowned, "A solution to what?"

"Rachel's dad. We think he might have done something to me. When he healed me. The working theory is that he planted something inside. Of me that is. And now it's like. Any little thing she tells me to do. It's not that I can't disobey her. But there's just this pull. That I need to."

Dick blinked. What could you possibly respond to that?

"So what. He linked you two... somehow?"

"More like he arranged for a butler," he let out a chuckle, "It's kind of how we joke about it at least."

"Why didn't you two tell me?"

"Well. For starters it slightly embarrassing. Not to add that everyone already thinks we have like, 'a thing', or whatever. We both figured the teasing would suck more than dealing with it ourselves. It's just gotten pretty bad lately. I get this like. I don't know how to explain it. Like an itch, if she's too far away. It doesn't seem to affect Rae as far as we've been able to tell."

Dick took a moment to process, between the dump of information and seriousness of Gar's voice he wasn't used to hearing he felt like he was getting whiplash. This conversation was meant to be about teenage PDA, not indentured servitude.

"How long has it been since this thing has gotten worse. Since you've felt the itch."

"Month or so. We were planning on telling you guys. Honest. But then we could both sense you were annoyed at me and I didn't want to pack it on even more."

"Gar, this isn't annoying. This is a serious concern. I want you both to feel comfortable coming to me with issues or things you don't understand. Especially when it comes to your powers."

Gar bowed his head. He was ashamed of himself, but if they were in this situation it was because of Dick. He should have had more trust in them both.

Dick moved closer and placed a tight squeeze on Gar's arm. "We're gonna figure this thing out okay. The three of us. Or four I should say. I'm gonna have to let Kori in on this. Is that okay?"

"Oh, Kori already knows."

"What."

"We told her last night.

Dick clicked his tongue, of course, Kori already knew. "So that's why she was so upset this morning."

"She's upset!? At me!?"

"No no, she was mad at me. She's the reason anyone communicates around here isn't she."

That got him a smile in response.

"We're gonna figure this out, okay Gar?"

"Okay. Sounds good."

"And no more not talking. Any secrets relating to abilities you share alright?"

"Of course. Even more of an open book from here on out." he crossed across his heart, his demeanor back to his old giddy self.

Dick smiled and stood, pulling Gar up by the arm, "And we're chatting more from now one. Okay?"

"Do you think we can chat about Batman?"

"Let's do breakfast. You make me some good enough waffles maybe we can chat about Batman."

Gar bounced on his feet, excited at the prospect of Dick finally eating his breakfast, "Strawberry or Blueberries?"

"Why not both?"

"Oh man, yes! We can go berry crazy!"

"Okay well, maybe not too crazy. Minimum three berries."

Gar only laughed, already skipping backward towards the kitchen, "Minimum three! But a surprise fruit makes an appearance!"

Dick laughed. "Fine. With a surprise fruit."

Living in this tower. What was one more surprise?

#titans tv 2018 #fic #bbrae #gar logan #rachel roth #titans tv #pre season 2 ideas #titans fic #beast boy #raven dcu

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smolfangirl · 6 years

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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 · 3 years

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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 · 7 years

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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 · 3 years

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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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