#peek a boo sheep!

[picturebookshelf]

Where's My Mom? (2011)

Designer: Jane Horne

#sneak a peek a boo #where's my mom #chickens #tractors #cows #sheep #baby animals #lift the flap books #interactive books #picture book #board books #2010s #10s #kid books #kidlit #children's books

[meringuecream7]

The Full 7T!

Character Breakdown!

Dahlia (Doc):

Narrator: She is so smart, she can recite the alphabet backwards and upside-down. Currently, she is writing a book, called "The History of the Future". She is that smart. She daydreams in Latin. She once divided the circumference of a jack-o-lantern by its diameter. And made pumpkin pie. It was delicious. Meet...Dahlia!

Dahlia: Whoopdy-doopdy howdy-do 'ya do!

In The 7T AU, Dahlia is portrayed as the brains of the group. Her machines and other gadgets are pretty advanced in the series' timeline and setting, and they even help the residents of Rosas. However, she can make mistakes and is pretty quick to admit so.

Despite her smarts, she can be as goofy as the other teens.

Safi (Sneezy):

Narrator: Pepper is terrified of him. His sneezes will blow you away. No, seriously. Stand back. When he goes "Achoo!," old countries say, “Gesundheit!”. His last sneezing fit became a dance phase. He once sneezed at the beach and formed a sandcastle. Two thousand sand crabs live there now. Meet Safi.

Safi: (sneezes) Pleased to meet ya!

Most of the time Safi sneezes frequently because he has many allergies, he sometimes gets clumsy and stubborn in each episode, and he can be affected whenever he encounters an animal or flower.

He gets along with most of the other teens and is rarely one to anger, but is not without his limits as he loses patience and does not take kindly to deception.

Bazeema (Bashful):

Narrator: When she plays hide and seek, she can't even find herself. She's so good at blending in, chameleons come to her for advice. She's so shy, her parents haven't met her yet. She plays extreme Peek-a-Boo. She’s not only scared of her shadow, her shadow is scared of other shadows and thinks about it... That's scared. Meet Bazeema!

Bazeema: (gulps) Floom.

Bazeema is extremely shy and cowardly. She panics whenever her hat is removed in front of everyone, where she has to find another object to cover her face. She is also good at hiding when being bothered. Bazeema can also pop up unexpectedly in many different locations, and sometimes peek behind other characters.

There are, however, signs of Bazeema being brave. Bazeema can have different personas. She also has a crush on Prince Miguel (mirorring Bashful’s 1937's classic film equivalent's crush on Snow White).

Gabo (Grumpy):

Narrator: This guy is so grumpy, he can burst a piñata by just looking at it. He can pop balloons with a single glance. He smiled once, just to see what it felt like; he didn't like it. He invented cranky pants.

Gabo: Enough yapping already!

Narrator: Meet Gabo.

Gabo: Yeah, whatever, hello.

Gabo is grouchy and he routinely gets annoyed by just about anything, and, at times, he can be sarcastic. At worst he's selfish, self-centered and insensitive. However, Gabo does show some compassion from time to time. Gabo is also the unluckiest of the group. He has a soft spot for kids and animals. 

Hal (Happy):

Narrator: If she fell off a cliff, she'd admire the view. She’s happy, and she knows it. Clap your hands!

Hal: (claps her hands)

Narrator: Legend has it, she even makes  Gabo smile... barely. Meet Hal!

Hal: Oh, whoopty-doopty-schmoodily-doo!"

Hal’s behavior is very optimistic and cheerful. In fact, unlike her original counterpart, who's merely mellow, jovial and friendly, Hal is hyperactive. She also cheers up the other teens whenever they have a problem. She’s a little on the naive side, a little too trusting of strangers, and also has a terrible grasp of sarcasm.

Simon (Sleepy):

Narrator: This fella's so sleepy, he can't finish a dream without nodding off. When the Sandman visits him, he brings a dump truck. His snores are so loud, they frightened thunder. Sheep count him to go to sleep. Especially, when he dreams of becoming a knight. Meet Simon.

Simon: (yawning) Hi there. (snores)

Simon is frequently tired and is sometimes seen sleeping with his plush, Mr. Hicklepips. Because of this, he's slightly useless in situations his fellow teens’ face, but in a few occasions he has managed to save the day. Simon loves his Mr. Hicklepips so much that he'll go crazy without him.

Dario (Dopey):

Narrator: A teen of "many" words, and all of them...

Dario: (whistles)

Narrator: Dario is so cute, he makes puppies go "Awww...". His favorite food is whatever you're eating. Dario has so many pets, a zoo-keeper would be jealous. A skunk named...

Dario: (whistles)

Narrator: A snake named...

Dario: (hisses then whistles)

Narrator: And a bear named...

Dario: (growls)

Narrator: Meet Dario!

As usual in all previous Disney appearances, Dario always talks. In The 7T AU, however, he whistles as a means of communication and he can understand his fellow teens. He's also good at pantomiming. Dario has a strong love of animals. 

Dario is also exceptionally skilled in painting, drawing and performing as a magician.

#artist on tumblr #disney #Disney wish #wish hal #wish seven teens #wish gabo #wish bazeema #wish dahlia #wish dario #wish simon #wish safi #the 7d sleepy #the 7d happy #the 7d grumpy #the 7d #the 7d bashful #the 7d dopey #the 7d sneezy #The 7T AU

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Mistletoe Mornings

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN Reader

Summary: Eddie wakes you up for mistletoe kiss. (Part of my Christmas in July Week)

This one is a little shorter cause the one yesterday was really long.

“Babeeeee.” You heard Eddie coo, feeling the weight of him settle on top of you. You peaked open an eye to see him straddling your lap, clad in his black boxer briefs and one of his hand made crop tops. He had cut the sleeves and bottom off of an old Ozzy Osbourne T-shirt, creaking little peek a boos for you to see the tattoos that decorated his skin and the soft pudge of his tummy that hung over the waist band of his boxers. Eddie also had what looked like a clump of weeds dangling in his hand.

“What you have there?” You yawned out, moving to sit up against the headboard.

He smirked, dangling the clump of weeds in front of you. “Mistletoe.”

You smiled at him, rolling your eyes. “And where did you get that from?” Eddie crawled further up your body, now laying fully on top of you, he laid his chin on your chest as he stared up at you with his dark eyes. You welcomed him gladly, thankful for the warmth that he provided, arms coming to wrap around his back in a sort of hug. You shivered as his free hand came to caress your side, cold fingers drawing aimless shapes onto your skin. His hands were always cold, something that you found oddly comforting.

“My little flock of sheep gifted it to me as a gag joke.” He admitted, placing a kiss on your clothed chest. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t put it to good use.” He winked, leaning up to dangle it over your head.

“And what makes you think I’ll kiss you just like that.” You wrinkled your nose at him playfully. “You have morning breath I don’t know if I want to subject myself to that.”

He rolled to the side and off of you, clutching his chest in fake pain. “You wound me fair temptress, you truly wound me! How could you be so cruel to your devoted lover.” He peaked an eye open at you, swaying the mistletoe over your head. “The only cure to end my pain is a kiss from you fair temptress.” You laughed as you rolled onto your side to face him, placing a teasing kiss on his cheek. “Hmm lovely but I think I’m still pretty wounded.”

“Is that so?” You mused, kissing the corner of his mouth lightly.

“Very.” He hummed, moving his face to finally capture your lips. It was slow and lazy, his surprisingly soft lips melding with yours perfectly. You felt his leg straddle your hip as he rolled you back onto your back, resuming your previous positions he pulled away after a moment, half lidded eyes starting at you. A smirk perched on his lips. “I think I’m cured. But-“ He leaned back down to kiss you yet again. “You can never be too sure.” Eddie let himself lay back into you, planning to spend the rest of the morning kissing you.

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson stranger things #joseph quinn

[sims4t2bb]

weekly update

Hi, hello everyone! We hope you're having a very happy Sunday Monday, and we wish you a brilliant week ahead ✨

This week's updates can be found underneath the cut. Happy Simming — onwards and upwards!

— Base Game

On the Base Game - Build Mode page, all roof patterns and gates have been added.

On the Base Game - Buy Mode page, all decorative plants and rugs have been added.

Items included in the infants update have been added.

Kindermade Cute Area Rug, BlandCo Contemporary Crib, Kindermade Kindercrib, Mini Mission Crib, and The Travel Crib by Gordian conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

— Expansion Packs

Cottage Living

Cabinets for Days Hutch, Drawers for Days Hallway Table, The Peddler’s Chandelier First Act and Second Act, and Lily of the Valley Sconces conversions by @jinxxsims have been added.

Growing Together

The filterable page is now available!

The link to the filterable page in the pinned post has been updated.

Ewe-nique Sheep Seat, Fungi Realty Inc. Studio Apartment, Hood of Ages, Just like Nana Used to Make Stove, The Icebox Cometh and Uni-Can Do It Teddy! Kid's Sculpture conversions by @thimblesims have been added.

Peek-a-(Bam)boo Planter conversion by @kayleigh-83 has been added.

San Sequoia Classic Upright Piano conversion by @lordcrumps has been added.

— Stuff Packs

My First Pet

Nya Desk Chair, Pawsome Desk, and Cranimals Activity Table conversions by @nonsensical-pixels have been added.

#weekly update

[rosfrandomness]

oh wow cool I have-

by lantern light

(also found here, on AO3)

Joel came home to the Relation late one night, and thought he saw Etho sound asleep in their bed. They end up chatting about nothing too special.

There was a small thunk on the wooden planks of the deck, as Joel hauled himself up the ladder. The moon hung high in the sky, not quite full yet.

"Etho?" He called into the silence, just loud enough to hopefully hear even in the crow's nest yet not enough to attract pillagers.

He waited. Swept a tuft of hair out of his face as he paced a quick circle around the deck, then up to the quarter-deck to gaze down the pathway stairs toward the sheep and the cows.

No answer, except the whistle of chilly winds. He doubted those were Etho.

Joel inhaled slowly then sighed quietly, leaning against the railing as he watched the clouds. The night was getting late and he was getting tired, so he didn't linger too much longer before heading down to the lower level.

The sound of his footfalls on the wooden planks was much more noticeable in the peace of the evening, he noted, as the door softly swung open without even a creak. He made sure to secure the deadbolt lock in his wake.

He exhaled softly when he noticed a lump on the bed, supposedly Etho, and tried to be quieter as he reached the bottom of the stairs and- "Boo."

"What in the-" Joel gasped, ducking to the side but quickly regaining his footing after the startle. He saw Etho leaning on the wall when he refocused on what was happening, seeing his arms were crossed in an infuriatingly casual manner.

He muttered unintelligibly under his breath while Etho’s eyes crinkled at the edges, but still reached over to pry one of his hands from his loose stance so he could hold it instead. His soulbound seemed surprised, if only for a moment. He couldn't tell too well in the dim lighting.

Joel pressed- or, moreso, smacked - a kiss to the fingertips, earning a small breathless sort of laugh from the other man, and shuffled a bit closer with narrowed eyes. "So, what on earth was that for, you jerk?"

"You were gone so long," Etho whined, clearly playing it up as he moved to cup Joel's face then smoosh their foreheads together. "If we weren't bound, I would've been scared you were dead!"

Joel hummed in consideration. He stepped past the other, spinning him in the process - he pulled Etho closer, still, as he stopped himself in front of the storage cabinets beneath the stairs.

"That doesn't tell me why you spooked me," He pointed out, swiping a hand in front of himself to open his inventory.

And then Etho laughed. "That part was for fun, and because I couldn't sleep."

Joel paused at that. "Aww," He cooed with a chuckle lining his words, glancing at Etho before peeking into the chests. "Left restless without knowing I'm safe in your lanky, noodly arms?"

There was a hum between them, then, "Maybe," came the quiet admission in the warm lantern-lit ship, far sooner than Joel would have anticipated if he'd expected it at all.

He sighed louder than he did before and quickly tossed whatever junk he had into the chests before closing it off with a soft click, then held out one arm. They both seemed to hesitate, about what to do next, but soon a hand was in his hair.

The weight of the other sat securely on his shoulders, Etho framing Joel in his arms, and Joel hugged the other man.

Here, in the quiet lantern light, moonshine creeping in through some of the windows, it was just them, afterall.

Etho put small braids in Joel's hair, ones that quickly came undone, and he would add one each time the previous braid fell out.

Eventually, when he heard a yawn, Joel started pushing the two of them toward the bed, likely realizing how late it was. It was only then that he chose to question the braiding, but Etho filled the space before he could ask;

"You didn't mind me- uh- fidgeting with your hair, right?

Joel glanced up at him, one arm still slung around Etho's shoulder. "Not really." The other laid down on the barely decent mattress and he tried to curl up in his arms again. "If I particularly minded, I would've said something."

Etho considered with a hum, huffing a bit as Joel laid his head on his chest, and the two fell back to what they'd been doing.

#dlsmp #trafficshipping #dlshipping #<- for filter because the fic is a tad bit shippy #smalletho #we'll just leave it at that #rodoeswritez

[butterflylearings]

Unlocking Tiny Tongues: Engaging Exercises to Supercharge Your Baby's Speech Development

The gurgle, the coo, the infectious giggle – your baby's early vocalizations are pure musical magic. But as weeks turn into months, the yearning for more than just adorable murmurs sets in. Every parent eagerly awaits the moment their little one's babbles transform into meaningful words, the first stepping stone on the exciting journey of communication. While every child develops at their own pace, exercises to help baby talk can sprinkle a little linguistic enchantment on this fascinating process.

Sing Along, Talk Along, Play Along: Nursery rhymes and simple songs are more than just catchy tunes; they're potent exercises to help baby talk. The rhythmic patterns and repetitive verses expose your baby to the music of language, priming their ears for speech sounds and syllable structure. Sing with gusto, exaggerate your mouth movements, and watch as your tiny mimic gets captivated by the vocal ballet. Remember, every "baa baa black sheep" and "twinkle, twinkle little star" is paving the way for future conversations.

The Power of Play: Turn playtime into a language laboratory! Narrate your actions while building blocks, naming each piece as you stack them. Describe the colors and textures of toys as you explore them together. Engage in peek-a-boo, using animated voices and exaggerated expressions to elicit those delightful squeals. Remember, babies learn through interaction. Every playful exchange is an exercises to help baby talk in disguise.

Bookworms in the Making: Board books bursting with vibrant pictures and simple stories are your baby's first literary playgrounds. Point to familiar objects, animals, and people on the pages, labeling them clearly. Read with enthusiasm, varying your intonation to keep your little listener engaged. Encourage babbling responses, playfully echoing their sounds and building on them. Soon, those babbles will transform into hesitant "da-da"s and "ma-ma"s, the first brushstrokes in their own storytelling adventures.

Question Time: Curiosity fuels communication. Spark it by asking simple, open-ended questions. Point to a toy and ask, "Do you want to play with the ball?" or "Where's the teddy bear?" Don't be discouraged by the lack of verbal responses yet. Your baby's babbles, gestures, and attentive gaze are all forms of communication. Every question prompts them to think, connect, and eventually, respond. Remember, these silent exchanges are potent exercises to help baby talk bloom.

Mimic, Mirror, Marvel: Babies are adept imitators. Become their vocal chameleon! Mimic their babbles, adding simple words like "Yes, you said baba!" or "That's a big woof!" This playful mirroring validates their efforts and encourages further vocalizations. Make funny faces, stick out your tongue, and watch them copy you with glee. Every giggle and gurgle is a celebration of connection, paving the way for future language acquisition.

Beyond Babbles: Advanced Exercises to Ignite Your Baby's Inner Chatty Cathy

We've laid the groundwork with playful sing-alongs, board book adventures, and peek-a-boo pandemonium. But as your little chatterbox graduates from basic babbles to budding sentences, it's time to up the language learning ante! Here are some advanced exercises to help baby talk evolve into meaningful conversations:

Label the Parade: Turn your daily routine into a whirlwind of wordplay! While changing diapers, name each item you use – "Here's the squishy wipe, now for the comfy onesie!" During mealtimes, describe the textures and flavors – "Mmm, the broccoli is crunchy, and the applesauce is sweet!" Every labeled object, every described sensation, is another brick in your baby's vocabulary castle.

Action, Reaction!: Babies are action heroes in training. Turn their everyday movements into mini-narratives. As they crawl, say, "Look at you go, little explorer!" When they reach for a toy, exclaim, "Aha, you spotted the red truck!" By mirroring their actions with words, you're weaving a tapestry of cause and effect, helping them grasp the relationship between language and experience.

Question Master: Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it fuels language development! Instead of simply naming objects, pose open-ended questions. "What's that furry thing? Is it a dog or a cat?" or "What color is the flower? Red, yellow, or blue?" Every unanswered question plants a seed of thinking, encouraging your baby to formulate their own responses, verbal or non-verbal.

Story Spinners: Bedtime stories aren't just for lullabies; they're interactive language playgrounds! Pause in the narrative and ask simple questions – "What do you think the bunny will do next?" or "Should we help the lost kitten find its way home?" Encourage your baby to chime in with gestures, sounds, or even their own made-up words. Remember, every improvised plot twist is a linguistic adventure!

Puppet Power: Sock puppets, finger puppets, even stuffed animals – unleash the puppet posse! Let these furry (or feathery) friends become your co-stars in impromptu puppet shows. Have them ask your baby questions, sing silly songs, or even engage in mini-arguments. The element of play and the change in voice will captivate your little one, drawing them deeper into the world of conversation.

Remember: Patience is the golden key. Celebrate every milestone, however small. Avoid pressuring your baby or comparing their progress to others. The journey of speech is unique for each child. Embrace the giggles, the babbles, and the messy explorations. With a sprinkle of love, a dash of play, and these playful exercises to help baby talk, you'll be witnessing the wondrous emergence of communication in your little one before you know it.

Bonus Tip: Don't forget the power of real conversations! Talk to your baby about your day, your plans, even the weather. Narrate your chores, describe what you see on walks, sing along to the radio. Even if they don't fully understand yet, your voice is a constant comfort and a steady stream of language input. Every word you speak is a seed planted in their fertile linguistic garden, waiting to blossom in due time.

So, put on your playful hat, stock up on board books, and let the language games begin! Remember, every giggle, every coo, every babble is a step towards that first "mama" or "dada." With a little encouragement and these fun exercises to help baby talk, you'll be cheering on your little linguist as they unlock the magic of communication, one syllable at a time.

[dxncingxqueen]

A certain wolf in sheep's clothing is following behind Nayako; hiding and peeking behind objects whenever she turned around. The constant jingling of a bell being a clear clue of how close he's getting. Jingle jingle jingle ♪ He's dressed up in a Halloween adorable sheep costume. Eventually, whether she caved in to curiosity or not, he pops out with a loud "BAAA~!" Get it? Cuz he's a sheep? Instead of saying boo, he sai- I'll stop.

A certain mage is not easily fooled, knowing exactly who was playing tricks on her by staying just out of sight, but she plays along and lets the little sheep hide from her.

She’s pleasantly surprised when he finally pops out, a smile crossing her face and a laugh leaving her lips at the sight.

“You look adorable.”

#//a mage and a sheep… what will they do…. #ic #asks #oopsiliedagain

[evobedevo]

Character Break Down: "Full Name": "Dawn" E Belmonté Sexual Orientation: Not a clue. Possibly Bisexual, since she and Jazz technically are a thing, but she's still mentally a guy. Age: 21 biologically, but this body itself has really only existed for about 2 1/2 years.   Birthday: The day Dusk became Dawn was March 21st, but since they're the same person and all, do they share a birthday technically? In which case, it's June 3rd. Ethnicity: Definitely hasn't changed from Dusk's original form. She is very much Hispanic with a smidgen of Italian.

Eye Color: Chocolate brown. Hair Color: Jet black, with one large streak of steel gray for some reason.  Height: 6' exactly. Less than Dorothy, but still taller than normal. Weight: About 180 give or take. She's rather curvy. Cup Size: Full DD's, bordering on E, something that gives Dawn grief all the time.  Other Features: She'll also have peek-a-boo bangs, but unlike Dorothy, she'll part hers accordingly to see better. Her eyes always have dark circles under them, making her look perpetually tired even if she's wide awake. She's also got a ton of freckles, like Dusk normally does.

Overall Attitude: Dusk is very much a go-getter, and yet that seems to calm down a bit when he becomes Dawn. In this form, she's more prone to thinking things out, planning ahead and actually targeting weak points when fighting, instead of just going by instinct like he normally does. Dawn is also way more prone to making sarcastic quips. She's a lot more willing to relax and be comfy, preferring to sit and listen to music while looking outside a window. She's comfortable being around a close group of friends rather than being über social or a loner. Problems: She's blunt as hell. Also, she has the unfortunate problem of being the subject of many lewd outfit transformations. Something she's a fan of on other girls...but hates wearing herself. Occasionally spaces out unwittingly. Her loose grip on things due to her ice hands has also caused numerous dumb problems. Tends to be a blame shifter. Phobias: Absolute solitude, just like Dusk. It has to be "last man on earth" type solitude though. On the more rational scale, heights. Style and Mannerisms: Pretty straightforward and laid back. She's a lot more normal compared to Dorothy.

Powers: Cryokinesis, with an emphasis on the close combat aspects of it. Her creations are much more controlled and less flashy, but they do a much better job than Dusk when it comes to being effective in battle. Her Delta mode is the same as his, duplication.  Weaknesses: Standard ice weaknesses, like large amounts of fire and heat. 

Favorites: Color: Teal Animal: Sheep, Manta Rays, Polar Bears, Also dogs. Places: Cozy cabin in the snowy woods or the top of a skyscraper watching the world below. Food: Iced coffee with a ham and cheese croissant. Media: Video Games, prefers platformers and the like. 

Songs Associated with Her: www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nw7us… (Rooftop Run, Classic Version) www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NV6Rd… ("Get Lucky" Pharrell Williams) www.youtube.com/watch?v=QG77HT… (Dark Pit's Theme, Kid Icarus Uprising)

Potential Voice Actress: Ashley Johnson, Using her voice as Gwen Tennyson from Alien Force. It's kind of restrained, but not unemotional. Perfect for portraying the slightly downbeat Dawn.

#oc #ice #cryokinesis #teal #tg

[megpricephotography]

Do ever feel like you’re being watched? 

#all Flynn wants to do is play hide & seek #he loves to be sneaky #it makes me laugh every time I see him peeking out at me #but Flynn takes it very seriously! #he stays very very still & very very quiet #until I call out: #Boo! I see you there Flynn!! #& then once he knows he's been discovered Flynn bursts out from under cover runs a little way ahead & hides again #border collies #those farmers did an excellent job creating slinky little non-murderous predator dogs #if I was a sheep I would be scared of Flynnie lurking in the crops #genetics are amazing

[smells-like-mettaton]

Rating: T

Summary: Mettaton is an incorporeal monster who can't sleep. Papyrus is a corporeal monster who won't sleep. The first time they meet, it's an inane hour of the night, and Papyrus is doing squats in front of Undyne's house.

Word Count: 1132

For @papytonweek day 3: Voice. Set in the ghost chara series but can easily stand on its own

XXX

“Three hundred forty-one… Three hundred forty-two… Three hundred forty-three…!”

Mettaton rolled over on his bed, wishing that he had ears to cover. Who on earth could be counting so loudly at this hour? It clearly wasn’t Undyne. The voice was too staccato, and slightly higher pitched. It grated on him like stone on stone.

“Three hundred fifty-six… Three hundred fifty-seven…”

Mettaton stuck his head into his pillow. It hadn’t helped for the first hundred numbers, but he was out of other ideas to tune out the incessant voice. If he was to be corporeal someday, he needed to learn how to sleep. And to sleep, he needed at least some peace and quiet.

“Three hundred sixty-one… Three hundred sixty-two…”

He had heard of counting sheep from one of the human movies that he’d salvaged. Envisioning the endless numbers as small, fluffy animals hadn’t helped him fall into a trancelike state. Neither had picturing them as slow, sleepy snails. Mettaton was beginning to think that sleeping was a hoax.

“Three hundred sixty-nine…”

“That’s it.”

Mettaton threw off his covers dramatically, and they passed through him to land in a heap on the floor. His stupid bed was only useful as a prop for exaggerated tantrums. At least he had emotions to exaggerate today, unpleasant or not.

He phased through the door. Curses. He was supposed to be remembering to unlock it with his key. He was going to be awful at possessing physical matter.

“Three hundred seventy-five…”

Mettaton scowled. Forget the door. Whichever monster had dared to interrupt his sleeping practice was about to get a piece of his mind.

He clung to his spark of anger as he followed the voice around the corner, towards Undyne’s house. It would make sense that such a raucous monster would have equally raucous associates.

“SHUT YOUR—” Mettaton started to shout, before he finally saw the owner of the voice.

It was a skeleton. A skeleton wearing a crop top and booty shorts, which displayed the words “HOT ROD” every time he squatted.

“...beautiful mouth,” Mettaton finished weakly.

“Three hundred eighty—huh?” The skeleton straightened up from his three hundred-eighty-third squat. His skull swiveled back and forth. “Captain Undyne? Has my guardsman-worthy exercise routine earned your respect and admiration?”

Mettaton hovered back behind the wall, flickering erratically. His impassioned anger vanished like a… well, like a ghost.

“Oh well. Three hundred eighty four…”

The voice didn’t sound quite so annoying, anymore.

Mettaton peeked out at the skeleton, watching him squat with perfect form. Those legs. Mettaton would prefer something thicker for his eventual form, but it was impossible not to envy such powerful bones. And such confidence.

Mettaton found himself trying to bend and stretch, mimicking the skeleton’s motions. Foolish. As useless as attempting to sleep.

“Three hundred eighty-nine… Three hundred ninety…!”

Mettaton had no reason to stay. He had no reason to leave either, though. It wasn’t like he could fall back asleep.

…He would stay until four hundred. That was a nice, even number.

“Three hundred ninety-four… Three hundred ninety-five…”

“BOO!” Maddy burst out from the wall, nearly making Mettaton scream. He looked at the skeleton, but his counting had apparently been too loud to notice the noise.

“Why are you perpetuating dull ghost stereotypes,” Mettaton deadpanned.

“Because it’s fun~” Maddy smirked. “Why are you ogling someone so… corporeal?”

“I’m not ogling,”Mettaton huffed quietly. “Besides, you’re the one who’s always spying on Undyne from inside her training dummy.”

“At least I actually talk to her.”

“I’m rolling my eyes,” Mettaton muttered.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you two there!”

Mettaton popped out of visibility in shock. The skeleton was right there, close enough to touch. Curse Maddy and her loud voice.

“No, wait! Don’t… go.” The skeleton sighed, wrapping his arms around himself.

Maddy hadn’t left. She had just gone back to giggling inside the training dummy, leaving Mettaton at the mercy of the skeleton’s deep, mysterious eyesockets.

“I’m sorry, darling,” Mettaton said, though he couldn’t bring himself to phase back into sight. Not when the skeleton looked like that, and Mettaton looked like… nothing. “I’m afraid I’m a bit of a nobody.”

“Nobody?” The skeleton perked up, chuckling a soft nyeh heh heh. “Nice to meet you, Nobody! I am the Great Papyrus, soon to be a famous and popular royal guardsman!”

Mettaton thought about correcting him, but decided that would only be more difficult. “Nobody” was a fitting enough name for the way he was now.

“Soon to be?” he asked in return. “I find it difficult to believe you haven’t won Undyne over already. What are you doing out here, beautiful?”

“Captain Undyne slammed the door in my face!” Papyrus beamed. “I can only assume it must be a test of my ironclad will and of my hardy survival skills. Luckily, I have a plethora of both!”

“Of course,” Mettaton said, as if that made any sense to him. Despite the years that Undyne had been his neighbor, he had no idea how the Royal Guard operated, much less how it chose its members. “So, you will be here until…?”

“Until Captain Undyne recognizes my worthiness!” Papyrus posed with his hands on his hips, and Mettaton fought off another spark of envy. He couldn’t wait to have hips of his own.

“Well. Welly well well,” he stalled, trying to stop staring and remember what Papyrus had actually said. Something about Undyne. How had she slept through all of his shouting? “Then… you’re staying the night, darling?”

“Unless Captain Undyne rises before the dawn!”

“She won’t. She usually rolls out of bed after we’ve finished feeding the snails… er, sometime around midmorning,” he clarified.

“Very well!” Papyrus strode back to Undyne’s welcome mat. “Then until midmorning, I will keep my vigil!”

Mettaton followed him invisibly. “But, beautiful, you’re corporeal.”

“Yes? And?”

“Don’t corporeal monsters need sleep?”

“I slept for a whole thirty minutes yesterday! I can’t fall victim to napping recklessly!!”

That didn’t sound right, but Mettaton didn’t know enough about the needs of corporeal monsters to be certain. Papyrus seemed awake, alert, and attractive… er, strong enough, so whatever he was doing must be working.

“Well then. In that case… I will grace your vigil with my presence.”

There was no need to be embarrassed. If Papyrus hung around Blook Acres, he would eventually come across a ghost or two. Mettaton was just another piece of the scenery. Papyrus likely wouldn’t even remember him.

Slowly, Mettaton phased back into sight.

“Oh!!!” Papyrus beamed at him, and Mettaton swore it lit up the cavern. “Nobody! You’re a Somebody!!”

Mettaton chuckled, feeling something flutter within him. Papyrus’s sockets were even more captivating when they were locked on Mettaton’s eyes. While being seen like that…

He could almost believe he was Somebody.

#papyton #papytonweek2022 #papyrus #mettaton #mtt #tali writes

[hidethenotes]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

Starter meme based on the 1985 album by Kate Bush, change pronouns as needed

Running Up That Hill 

It doesn't hurt me.

Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?

If I only could, I'd make a deal with God, and I'd get him to swap our places

Is there so much hate for the ones we love?

Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

Hounds of Love

I've always been a coward.

I don't know what's good for me.

Oh, help me, someone, help me, please!

I found a fox caught by dogs. He let me take him in my hands, his little heart, it beat so fast. And I'm ashamed of running away.

Do you know what I really need?

The Big Sky

I'm looking at the big sky.

You never understood me. 

You never really tried.

That cloud looks like Ireland.

C'mon and build me an ark.

Mother Stands for Comfort

She thinks that I was with my friends yesterday.

Fear escapes and takes possession.

Make me do this, make me do that.

Am I the cat that takes the bird?

Mother will stay mum.

Cloudbusting

I wake up crying.

What made it special, made it dangerous.

But every time it rains you're here in my head like the sun coming out.

I just know that something good is gonna happen I don't know when but just saying it could even make it happen.

I can't hide you

And Dream of Sheep

Light will guide them to me.

My face is all lit up.

Let me be weak.

Let me sleep and dream of sheep.

Wish I had my radio I'd tune into some friendly voices.

Under Ice

It's wonderful everywhere.

The river has frozen over.

There's something moving under the ice.

Get out of the cold water.

Someone help them

Waking the Witch

Can you not see that little light up there?

Confess to me.

What is it, child?

Bless me, father, bless me father, for I have sinned.

I question your innocence

Watching You Without Me

I should have been home hours ago.

You don't hear what I'm saying, do you?

There's a ghost in our home.

Don't ignore, don't ignore me.

You won't hear me leaving

Jig of Life

I know your face well.

Will you look into the future?

Never, never say goodbye to my part of your life.

C'mon and let me live, girl!

And you will dance with me in the sunlit pools.

Hello Earth

Peek-a-boo.

I can blot you out.

Get out of the water.

Go to sleep.

Why did I go?

The Morning Fog

The light began to bleed, began to breathe, began to speak.

I love you better now.

I am falling like a stone.

I'd love to hold you now. 

Tell my _ how much I love them. 

#open rp #starter meme #starter #roleplay #kate bush #the hounds of love

[peskygirl13]

Pics or It Didn’t Happen

Mild salt and slight hints of Maribat, but mostly crack. 

I did get some ideas from @unmaskedagain‘s blog. 

Their ml salt and/or crack fics sustain me. 

~~~

Marinette learned pretty quickly that even if you had proof, not everyone will listen. It’s always better to have pictures than words, because more people will believe you that way. 

It was a slow burn, but Lila Rossi had successfully turned Miss Bustier’s class against the girl. It hurt when her once friends called her jealous and a bully. 

Her! Marinette! 

Did they forget that she had been bullied by Chloe for years? Why would she become a bully after being bullied herself?

And jealous? Jealous of what? Marinette’s crush on Adrien had long simmered out into nothing but cinders. The boy was a spineless coward who would rather pretend everything was ok rather than stand up and face the truth.

It hurt that this had happened, but, oddly enough, Marinette got some of her greatest allies through this. 

It started with Chloe. 

One particularly gloomy day, Marinette saw the blonde sitting alone while eating her lunch. Sabrina had long abandoned the blonde for Lila’s fool’s gold and, not for the first time in her life, Chloe felt alone.

Now, despite their long hated history, Marinette wasn’t heartless. The Ladybug in her compelled her to sit next to the blonde and eat. Chloe stared at her, surprised, but said nothing as she continued to eat herself.

That lunch started a truce and led to a friendship. 

Next was Moriah. 

Moriah was an exchange student from America. Marinette was surprised the day she walked into the bakery and saw her parents talking with a shy looking brunette girl with glasses. 

Her parents told her that Moriah was a transfer student from America  that they would be hosting for the next few years if all went well. 

Moriah was very shy around new people, so when they arrived at school the next day, she stayed close to Marinette. Lila saw this and tried to tempt her into her web of lies. 

Moriah was interested in Lila’s tales, but cautious. She looked up any proof of Lila’s stories and found no evidence. She looked up Lila’s name. Nothing. 

When she tried pointing this out to the class, she was shunned. Chloe and Marinette welcomed her with open arms. 

After a month or so, Moriah became much more comfortable. She was witty and funny, and she had no qualms about defending her friends and she always tried to remain to the side of justice. 

This was one of the reasons Marinette decided to give her a miraculous. 

After a week of living together, Moriah found out Marinette was Ladybug. The girls had to share a room and Marinette came back late in the night, still dressed as Ladybug, assuming Moriah was asleep and detransformed in her room. 

Moriah dropped the book she was reading and squeaked behind the Asian girl.

The next few days included Moriah beating herself up about not noticing that her roommate was a superhero.

About a month or two later, was when Marinette began debating whether or not she should give Chloe and Moriah a miraculous. 

Chloe, Marinette knew she wanted to give a miraculous too. The blonde had long ago proved that she was trustworthy and ready to re-wield a miraculous, but she didn’t want to risk anyone knowing that it was Chloe like with Queen Bee.

Moriah was a different story. Marinette was scared about risking something and making a mistake like she did trusting Alya. And the risk was much higher with Moriah since the brunette girl knew Marinette was Ladybug and the Guardian. 

It wasn’t until when Ondine was akumatized again that Marinette made her choice. 

Lila had manipulated Kim and convinced him to dump Ondine, to which she was akumatized into Syren again. 

Ladybug had to fight this one almost alone because recently, Chat Noir had been showing less and less. He blamed it on his other life, but Ladybug couldn’t help but get the feeling that it was because she kept rejecting him. 

It was a long hard battle and by the time it was through, Ladybug knew she needed help. If Chat Noir was going to be a little bitch, fine. But this wasn’t going to happen again. 

That day, Marinette decided to give Chloe the Fox Miraculous and Moriah the Bee Miraculous. They became the heroes; Vixen and Yellow Jacket.

(“This is why I’m a dog person.” Yellow Jacket commented, pointing at Chat Noir as he arrived late to their first fight with disdain.)

Miss Bustier’s class were both excited and confused about the new heroes. What happened to Rena Rouge? 

Alya threw her phone when she saw Ladybug announce that Vixen and Yellow Jacket would be the new, permanent holders of the miraculouses. 

Many mocked Chloe for being replaced, assuming that the girl would throw a tantrum, but she ignored them. 

What Moriah couldn’t understand is how nobody noticed how similar Vixen and Queen Bee looked. 

The next ally was Luka, who turned out to be the most helpful. 

He never knew about the tall-tales that the class had been told until one day when the girls came by to his house boat and was met with a disgruntled Moriah whose hair was cut.

Moriah had pretty magenta peek-a-boo highlights that were hardly noticeable, but Lila decided to complain that Moriah’s colored hair was distracting her. Mr Damocles ordered her to get rid of the colors from her hair or she’d be expelled. 

Moriah, while normally always respectful, especially to adults, looked stunned. She pointed to Alix and Juleka, yelling; “What about Alix and Juleka?! Their hair is more obvious than mine! Why shouldn’t they change their hair?”

She was not allowed back on campus until the color had been removed from her hair. Moriah was furious and called her parents, telling them what had happened, and told Tom and Sabine the same thing with Chloe and Marinette.

Both parties were furious, but there was nothing Moriah’s parents could do since they were in America and Tom and Sabine tried talking to Mr Damocles about the issue, stating that there was nothing in the school rules against dyed hair and why it shouldn’t be more important than the education, but the man refused to budge. 

Eventually, after three days of failing to get Mr Damocles to see reason and missed school, Tom and Sabine emailed the school board about the issue and, with no choice until they responded, Moriah was forced to get rid of her highlights.

She flat out refused to dye her hair because to get all the highlights out, they’d have to dye her whole head, so Moriah was forced to cut her locks short to remove the color. 

Needless to say, she was pissed. 

As was Luka.

The boy had grown to be good friends with the girl and liked her highlights. Seeing the rockin’ pink cut out sucked. When he asked what had happened, the girls told him everything, including Lila’s tabloid tales.

Luka was quick to pull Juleka aside and open her eyes to reason. When the girl found out the truth, the first thing she did was tell Rose. 

The blonde girl’s eyes were opened too, and were quick to fill with tears. Everything was a lie. How could they have been so stupid? Then they remembered that Marinette had tried to warn them and were overcome with guilt. How could they make it up to her?

Marinette, Chloe, and Moriah were watching Heathers (Moriah’s suggestion) in Marinette’s room with their kwamis when Rose and Juleka entered. (Tikki, Pollen, and Trixx hid before the girls could see them)

The movie was paused and the girls stared at each other, waiting for something to happen. There was a beat of silence before Rose burst into tears.

“Marinette, we’re so sorry! We should’ve listened to you!” 

Rose and Juleka told them that Luka had opened their eyes and that they never should have believed Lila’s stories and how they had tried to prove it to Ivan and Mylene too, but they wouldn’t listen. 

They ended their apology by saying; “We know we don’t deserve your forgiveness, but we are sorry and we want to make it up to you. Starting with this.”

Both girls handed Marinette two hundred dollars each. Marinette looked between the girls and the money in shock. 

“It’s payment for everything you’ve done for us. Every dress, outfit, accessory, baked good, everything. We know it isn’t enough, but it’s all we can afford right now. We promise to give you more once we have it.”

There were a few minutes of silence after that. Marinette blinked at the girls before tearing up and smiling.

“No. You don’t have to give me anymore. This will do.” She reassured. 

Rose and Juleka awkwardly nodded, but Marinette could tell they were somewhat relieved. There was an awkward silence before Moriah spoke up. 

“I know you’re lesbians, but do you want to drool over JD with us?”

Rose and Juleka blushed, but nodded their heads happily, rushing over to join the group.

It wasn’t just the girls though. Nathaniel never believed the stories, but was scared about what would happen if he spoke up. Seeing Rose and Juleka of all people step up made him join too. Marinette also had allies in students in other classes too, like Marc, Calude, and Aurore as well as in other schools, like Kagami and Felix. For the first time in a long time, Marinette felt much better. 

She should have known it wouldn’t last. 

That night she and Moriah returned to their room after patrol, she should have noticed that her sketchbook wasn’t where she left it on her desk. 

She should have noticed when she and Moriah got up in the morning, but they were so exhausted from the night before to think of anything more than food and getting ready. 

The girls met up with Chloe at the school gates and they had just walked into the classroom when they saw Alya talking with Miss Bustier, Lila and her sheep herded on one side of the room and the rest on the other side, looking murderous. Marinette almost instantly got a gut feeling that something was wrong.

Boy was she right.

When the girls were noticed, Lila’s sheep gave them smug looks while the girl herself gave them a faux innocent look. 

She did something.

Miss Bustier cleared her throat before turning to face the girls. 

“Girls, because of your behavioral issues, the class decided that it would be best if you three didn’t go on the class trip.”

Oh yeah, the class trip. 

During the third and final year, the seniors of the school were allowed a class trip. It was to be organized by the class, mostly the president, and the entire class had to do fundraisers to pay for it. 

To be completely honest, the last thing the three girls wanted to do was go on a trip with their class. Nathaniel and Marc had gotten an internship at DC Comics (courtesy of MDC) and that was taking place exactly during the class trip and Luka and Juleka’s mom decided that they were going to sail around the world this summer and Rose got permission to tag along. 

It would only be the three girls together with a class who hated them, but Marinette was the class president and had to organize it, and if she had to organize the whole thing then she was going to enjoy the fruits of her labor. And Chole and Moriah weren’t going to let her suffer alone. 

The bluenette had already begun planning the trip. Places to go and fundraising to do. She even decided to go ahead and book reservations. It was unfair!

Marinette opened her mouth to argue when her eye caught something in the trash that made her heart stop. 

Praying she was wrong, she slowly walked to the trash can and pulled out it’s contents. 

There was her sketchbook, tattered and torn.

She couldn’t believe it. Marinette started hyperventilating, looking at the scraps of her work.

Marinette had several sketchbooks, she filled them out rather fast, but that specific sketchbook was one filled with the design ideas she had for Jagged Stone’s tour that was happening this summer. 

Marinette felt the world around her spiralling. She felt dizzy. Distantly she could hear people calling her name, but couldn’t comprehend it. 

She felt sick. 

She was going to be sick! 

That was the last thing she remembered before running home, people calling her name as she left the school.

~~~

Always make friends with people who are loyal. 

A good friend will make you feel better after someone hurt you. 

But a best friend will skip beside you with an old, rusty bat singing “Someone’s gonna get it~”

After Marinette ran out, Chloe, Moriah, Juleka, Rose, and Nathaniel all screamed at their classmates and teacher, telling them how incompetent they were. Moriah, too angry to remember how to speak french, called them scum sucking creeps of the earth that Satan wouldn’t even want in hell. 

It probably would’ve gone farther, but the three competent classmates gave Chloe and Moriah a look and told them to go after Marinette. 

The girls listened with no hesitation. 

They ran all the way to the Dupan-Cheng bakery. They walked in and Tom and Sabine looked at them before glancing upstairs with sad looks. Both girls knew immediately what they meant. They went upstairs to see Marinette doing breathing exercises, trying to keep from crying or even being sad at all. Tikki was patting her wielder's leg. 

Moriah instantly ran over to Marinette while Chloe was quick to close any windows, doors, and cover any cracks and creases that an akuma could get through before joining them

Fuck Hawkmoth! There was no way the girls were going to let Marinette try and keep this bottled up so that she wouldn’t get akumatized. 

Chloe decided that the best thing for them to do was go to her father’s hotel and have a girls night, which is precisely what they did. What Marinette didn’t know was that there was a double meaning behind it.

The girls and their kwamis spent the night eating junk food and watching chick-flicks like Legally Blonde and Mean Girls. Rose, Juleka, and Nathaniel told the others what had happened, and Chloe and Moriah were met with numerous texts, asking if they needed to come over, but the girls reassured everyone that they had it covered.

Finally, Marinette had passed out. It was after midnight and Chloe and Moriah exchanged looks before getting to work. 

Tip-toeing out of the room, closing the door behind them, Moriah unlocked Marinette’s phone and opened her contacts. 

Scrolling down the list, taking note of a few names she wanted to ask the bluenette about later, she found the contact they were looking for. 

Jagged Stone. 

Hitting the face-time button, the girls waited for Jagged to answer. The rock star was currently in America, and should only be mid afternoon over there. Even if it wasn’t, he’d stop in the middle of a live concert if Marinette was calling him.

Sure enough, after two beeps, the screen changed to Jagged’s face.

“Marinette, love! So good to hear from you-” He stopped short when he saw the two girls, neither of which being his honorary niece.

“Moriah? Chloe? What’re you doing calling me on Marinette’s phone?”

That was all it took before the girls told him everything. Lila’s stories, all worthy of a lawsuit, what happened to Marinette’s sketchbook, they even emailed him pictures of the texts that the class had sent to Marinette, most of which encuriged the girl to comitte suicide, and a link to the LadyBlog to prove that everything was true.

About midway during their confession, Penny had appeared on the screen, reading the emails that the girls had sent her. By the time Chloe and Moriah were finished, the pair looked like they wanted to commit murder.

Jagged yelled in fury, wanted to take legal action immediately, but Moriah cut in before he could.

“I agree with you Jagged, but what Marinette needs is a break. She needs a vacation from her class and Paris in general.” 

Chloe nodded in agreement.

Jagged brought a hand to his chin in thought. The girls had a point, but what to do? 

~~~

It was Penny’s idea. 

The first thing the girls did in the morning was burn all the plans that Marinette had made for the trip. They cancelled the reservations and when they got to school, Marinette walked up to Miss Buster’s desk and said; “I’m resigning as class president. If the class doesn’t want Chloe, Moriah, and I to join them on the class trip, then I won’t plan it.”

And that was it. 

Lila had been chosen as the new class president.

To her credit, she did do a decent job. She had decent fundraising ideas, but she started late in the school year, so the class only raised enough money to go to Disneyland Paris.

Chloe snorted.

The class attended the trip in June. Their social media and camera rolls filled with pictures. Most of the captions read that they were glad to get away from the bullies at school.

It wasn’t till after the trip that they found out what happened with the girls. 

It was Alix who found out first. In the class group chat, save the three ‘bullies,’ Alix texted: “OMG, look at this!”

Underneath was a picture of the three girls at the airport with Jagged Stone, Penny, and Fang. The three were posing like Charlie’s Angels, wearing huge grins, with the caption: “Touring with Jagged Stone All Summer!!”

Penny was a genius. 

Lila looked at her phone in horror. This couldn’t be happening.

Oh, my dear liar, but it is!

The first stop was Gotham. Jagged was performing at a Gala hosted by Bruce Wayne, which the girls would be attending. But first, they got a tour of Wayne industries. 

The first picture in Gotham was taken by Moriah at Wayne industries. She was looking at the phone camera like she was on the Office while very clearly behind her you could see Marinette talking with Damian Wayne, the youngest Wayne son, and Chloe talking with a boy named Jonathan ‘Jon’ Kent, son of famous reporters Lois Lane-Kent and Clark Kent. Alya nearly snapped her phone in half when she recognized the boy. The pairs were obviously flirting. The picture’s captain read: ”First Day in Gotham and I’m already a fifth wheel.”

The next two pictures taken were a surprise to everyone. 

They were taken by Chloe in the late night streets of Gotham. The first one was a picture of Marinette sitting on the driver's seat of the batmobile looking like all her dreams had come true while Batman stood beside her, arms crossed, looking rather stern.

The second picture was Moriah holding two pistols with starry eyes with Red Hood standing beside her, explaining to her how to shoot them, with an alarmed Marinette and Nightwing running towards them in the background. 

The girls did take a selfie with the entire Batfam, but they decided not to post that one.

The next few days were mainly pictures of the girls sightseeing (with the occasional sneaky picture Moriah took of her friends with Damian and Jon). However, at one point the girls were adopted (kidnapped) by Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. Chloe and Marinette both agree that the weirdest thing that happened in Gotham was Moriah bonding with a talking plant named Frank.

Eventually, it was the night of the Wayne Gala. None of the girls took pictures of the gala, but the entrance was on tv, which Miss Bustier’s class made a movie night out of. 

Sure enough, walking down the red carpet were the girls. Marinette had made new outfits for all of them, just for the gala, and they were stunning.

Marinette wore a long scarlet dress. It was fashioned like a traditional chinese dress, but more Marinette-y. There were intricate designs stitched in black around the bottom of the dress with a silk sash tied around her waist. Her hair was pulled up into a bun with a fancy stain glass rose pin in it. 

Chloe wore a glamorous gold mermaid dress. It shimmered with every step she took with glittering blue details on the top that matched her makeup. And if you looked down, you could see her wearing gold, literal gold, heels. Her hair was down in beach wave curls with blue strands woven into it.

Lila and Alya screamed when they saw both girls being escorted in by Damian Wayne and Jon Kent respectively. 

Jagged and Penny were linked together. Penny wore a v-neck, sleeveless shimmering silver dress, also made by Marinette, while Jagged wore a dark purple suit. It looked pretty monotone for the man at first, but when lights hit the suit, you could see that there had been music notes embroidered into the suit that turned it into a rainbow of color.

Moriah’s dress came as a bit of a surprise. Marinette knew Moriah was more comfortable in pants than a dress, but she still wanted the girl to wear a dress, so they compromised. Moriah wore a dress that was also crossed with a suit. Kind of like Garnet’s wedding dress from Steven Universe.

She wore a tuxedo jacket over a white, sleeveless dress that draped down longer in the back, shorter in the front. She had a red sash wrapped around her waist and black tights with red shoes to match. Around her neck was a shirt collar and bow-tie that she wore like a choker. Her hair was half up and half down in curls. Moriah wasn’t one to wear make up, but since it was a special occasion, she wore some mascara and a little lipstick.

The biggest surprise was her escort. 

Walking beside her was Fang, dressed in his own original Marinette tux that matched Jagged’s.

For the rest of the night, nobody knew what happened to the girls at the gala. It wasn't until the next morning that they found out.

Chloe and Marinette spent most of the night hanging out with Jon and Damian, but whenever they weren’t doing that, they talked with the other guests, most of whom asked for the designer of their outfits, which really boosted traffic on Marinette’s website. 

Moriah hung out around the dessert table most of the night, snacking on a bit of everything, while talking with the other Wayne sons. At some point, totally unclear on the how and why, Moriah and the oldest Wayne son, Dick Grayson, got into a dance fight. The gala ended before the fight did, so they had to call a draw.

Their next destination was New York, but they made a slight detour to Metropolis per Jon and Chloe’s request. They got a VIP tour of the Daily Planet and met Jon’s parents: Lois Lane-Kent and Clark Kent. 

Moriah recorded Lois tearing into the LadyBlog with a grin on her face, having no remorse in posting it online.

Alya couldn’t understand it as she watched her idol tearing into her life’s work.

Then the girls’ mentioned BugOut, the blog Aurore ran, and Lois was a lot more pleasant. 

Alya threw her phone when she got a text from Nino that Marinette got Aurore an internship at the Daily Planet for winter and spring break, and possibly summer if she did well.

The next picture posted was the first one Marinette took. It was of her two friends hanging off Superman’s massive muscles as he flexed. Chloe denies ever drooling.

After that, they left for New York. Specifically, the Avengers’ Tower. It was the anniversary of when the Avengers first became a team, and Tony Stark, an old friend of Jagged’s, highered the man to play at the party. 

Before then, they toured the Avengers tower. At one point, they walked in to see Captain America, Bucky Barns, and Thor working out. Shirtless. Moriah let out a quiet but passionate “Hell yes” when they saw them. 

After the three men, regretfully, put on their shirts, they showed off their equipment. Chloe couldn’t help but squeal when Captain America handed her his shield. Marinette grinned as she hung off Bucky’s metal arm as he flexed it. Moriah was once again handed guns, this time by Black Widow, which were once again promptly taken from her.

After all that excitement came the big guns. Per the girls’ request, Penny recorded them trying to lift Thor’s hammer. It was all fun and games until Marinette easily picked it up. It was dead quiet before Thor’s voice thundered across the room.

“She is worthy! I must take her to Asgard with me!” 

Tony took a step forward. “Thor, you can’t take a child.” He stressed.

Thor tilted his head at the millionaire like a puppy. Moriah winced, grabbing her heart. That face was too cute for a grown-ass space god.

“Then what is the spider-kid?”

Tony faceplamed. “He’s my intern and protege. I’m his mentor!”

“Then I shall be this child’s mentor!”

“No!”

“Miss Potts can be Chloe’s mentor, for they are both fit to rule!” Chloe preened at this. 

“Thor, no!”

Moriah raised her hand. “Can the kick-ass, Russian spy be my mentor?”

Natasha raised an eyebrow at the girl before smirking.

“Yes! Black Widow will become Moriah’s mentor! It all works out! Now, I must take my new protege to Asgard to meet the All-Father.”

“Thor, no!” 

“Don’t you take my niece!” Jagged ran into the phone’s picture, looking ready to fuck-up a god. 

The video ended with Penny dropping the phone and running towards Jagged who was now riding on Thor’s back, pulling his hair.

The video went viral in an hour. 

Lila’s hands trembled as she watched the video, feeling herself paleing. She had become enemies with someone who could lift Thor’s hammer.

This wasn’t posted, but shortly after Penny got Jagged off Thor, Loki appeared. He tried explaining that he felt powerful magic coming from the tower, but was cut short when Moriah tackled him to the ground in an aggressive hug.

While we’re on the subject of proteges, at some point, Peter came over. He heard that Jagged Stone was at the tower and wanted to meet him. He, Ned, and MJ were huge fans and he really needed an autograph. 

Friday told him that Jagged was with the other Avengers in the training room. Promptly saying thanks to the A.I, the spider boy practically ran to the room. What he didn’t expect was to open the door to see a short, brunette girl German suplex the Winter Soldier while wearing heels. (A trick Natasha had taught her. The Black Widow took being a mentor very seriously.)

Tony turned to see who was at the door and was met with a red faced, dazed Peter Parker who was clutching the area over his heart like it was about to beat out of his chest.

“Natasha, your kid broke my minion!”

(Now Marinette and Chloe got their fill of taking sneaky pictures of Moriah and Peter.)

The girls did normal sightseeing stuff around New York. They went to a town called Riverdale and Moriah met a guy named Jughead. They bonded over having friends with love issues that attracted endless people while they just wanted to eat burgers.

At some point they were in another dangerous situation, but this time they met some guy named Deadpool who would make this One-Shot Rated-R if I actually put anything he said in it.

While in New York, they went to two Broadway Musicals. The first one was Phantom of the Opera. (Jagged didn’t really want to see this one, but he was outnumbered one to four. (Five including Fang. The crocodile had a weird love for Opera music.)) They also had a backstage pass where pictures of Marinette conversing with the person in charge of costumes, Chloe complementing the actress who played Christine, and Moriah hugging the actor who played the Phantom were taken.

After that, Jagged took them to see Hamilton. What the girls’ didn’t know, however, was that this was a special show with the original cast. Moriah screamed when she saw Lin Manuel-Miranda on the stage as Alexander Hamilton and when they went backstage, Moriah started crying when the cast greeted her.

Mylene, who admired the man herself, felt her heart break when she saw the picture of a joy-crying Moriah hugging Lin.

After that, they went to Florida for Jagged’s next concert at Universal Studios. They didn’t meet anyone famous there, but the class were still envious of the pictures. 

Moriah was a huge Potter Head, so this was a dream come true. She hissed at Marinette and Chloe when they playfully mocked her Hufflepuff shirt while they sported matching Slytherin shirts. 

They also went to Disney World, which was also a dream come true. The funniest thing that happened there was while Jagged and Moriah were off trying to waste hundreds of dollars on ice cream and other junk food with Penny trying to stop them, one of the park’s managers thought that Chloe and Marinette were supposed to fill-in for two of the disney princesses. Jagged, Penny, and Moriah came back to find Chloe dressed like Elsa and Marinette dressed like Mulan. Moriah laughed hysterically at the two girls until the same park manager pulled her away and she came out dressed like Belle.

Originally, Florida was supposed to be the final place, but there was a last minute change. Turns out that Jagged Stone has a sister who lives in Japan with a daughter named Kyoko Jirou.

While they were on tour, Jirou and her classmates had done a performance for their school’s festival.

Jagged, of course, was inspired and requested Penny to schedule one last performance in Japan where he’d have Jirou and her band open for him. It would be a nonprofit concert since Jagged wanted it within the next two weeks, but that didn’t bother him. 

The girls had to check in with their parents, but they were allowed to go with Jagged to Japan. 

Since it would take every waking moment to plan the concert and write a new song for it, Jagged had the girls join Jirou’s class for the time being despite being a little older.

The first picture taken was Moriah performing the German suplex Natasha taught her on a hot, ash-blonde guy named Katsuki Bakugou who said that the girls looked weak. 

The next thing that was posted was a selfie of the three girls wearing the UA gym uniforms with the caption: “Training at the USJ.” With them in the picture were Momo and Hagakure, both of which were adorning new hero costumes.

Marinette took one look at their old costumes and went on a rampage. In the time span of two days, she managed to make both girls new suits (with the help of the support course). 

Momo kept her red and white color scheme, but it became a two piece outfit that was pretty similar to a female wrestler’s costume, but with knee and elbow pads. To avoid showing too much skin, they used strands of Momos hair as a way to let her creations move past the more intimate areas of her body. Momo kept her heeled boots because if Black Widow and Wonder Woman can kick ass in heels then so could she, but Moriah gave the suggestion of being able to snap the heels off and use them like throwing darts.

Hagakure’s suit was made out of reflective lenses that could turn her completely invisible without having to be naked, but also amplify any light she admitted. She got a chest plate tank top and pants with built in kneepads. Her boots were sound absorbent for stealth and she also got a pair of rocking goggles to keep her from blinding herself.

Needless to say, both girls were satisfied with their new looks.

For the next couple of days, they took pictures of Class 1-A. Marinette was the only one who could get a picture with the Class 1-A homeroom teacher, Mr. Aizawa. Probably because she made him a new sleeping bag as an apology for their intrusion.

Funny story: When he saw Jagged Stone, he paled, before muttering “Oh dear god, there’s two of them” under his breath repeatedly. The girls didn’t understand this until they met Present Mic.

Moriah and Katsuki somewhat got along after the german suplex incident and she hung out with the Baku-Squad. Chloe took a bit of an interest in a duel-haired boy named Todoroki who hung out with a boy named Izuku Midoryia and the Deku-Squad. Izuku and Marinette got along swimmingly, just don’t look directly at them. It’s harmful to look at the sun, let alone two.

At one point, they met Endeavor. All three girls called him out and chastised him for being a horrible father and human being. Chloe took the lead on this. (Todoroki started looking at her in a new light.)

The next big news that Miss Buister’s class got wasn’t from stalking the girls’ social media. It was the Japanese news. The class couldn’t believe it when they saw that Ladybug, Vixen, and Yellow Jacket were in Japan. 

Originally the girls were only planning on going shopping, but when they saw the villain attack, their hero instincts took over and they transformed and apprehended the perp. To avoid suspicion, Vixen cast an illusion to make it look like Marinette, Chloe, and Moriah were in the background in the crowd.

The girls were interviewed by the press. Well… Ladybug and Vixen conversed with the press while Yellow Jacket was giddily talking in the background with the pro hero Hawks, who the girls had aided, with a vibrant blush on her face.

Non Surprisingly, Izuku was there. Ladybug gave him the most attention out of all the interviewer's. (Block your eyes from the sunshine rays!)

The next day, things got even crazier. All three girls were kidnapped by the League of Villains. U.A, Jagged, and Penny were in a panic until Moriah posted a selfie, looking so done with the world, with a black haired, scared man with piercings beside her staring at the phone camera like he was on the Office. 

\In the background, Marinette was chastising the villains about how rude it was to kidnap people while Chloe insulted their base’s decor. The caption read: “These idiots didn’t even take our phones.”

They were found two days later by a group of pro-heroes, led by current No. 1 hero, Endeavor, but when the heroes burst in, they stopped short at the sight in front of them.

The heroes found a very smug Marinette demolishing a very pissed Shigaraki at a video game while Chloe, Toga, Magne, and Twice were doing each other’s nails in the corner while gossiping. In another corner of the room, Dabi had decided to give Moriah new, vibrant blue highlights that matched his eyes. 

The entire base was refurbished.

The heroes were stunned long enough for the LoV to escape.

The girls had to use the horse miraculous to return to Paris several times to deal with akumas, but it was worth it. 

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Jagged’s trip was soon over and the girls returned to Paris. 

The moment they walked into the classroom they were met with glares ranging from weak to pure shade. 

While they were on the trip, Jagged had told every important person they came across every tabloid lie Lila had spun and she was met with a tsunami of lawsuits. As was the LadyBlog. Alya’s eyes were red and puffy, but she still gave a heated glare towards Marinette. 

The rest of the class wasn’t off the hook, either. With all the evidence Moriah and Chloe had shown Jagged, the entire class were sued for harassment. 

After finally getting to the email Tom and Sabine sent, the school board had found out about everything. Mr Damocles and Miss Bustier had been told to hit the road, and were promptly replaced with new, competent teachers. 

The girls gave a bright smile before sitting in the back of the class, high-fiving Nathaniel, Rose, and Juleka on the way.

Best. Vacation. Ever.

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RUN | Pietro x Reader

Originally from my Wattpad

CHAPTER 05 - BAR FIGHTS

tw // mentions of harassment, violence, cursing

—————

"FUCK YOU!"

The crowd roared, excited at the sight before them. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I threw my fist lazily.

"FIGHT, WOMAN, FIGHT!"

A chorus of "fight, fight, fight! " suddenly rang throughout the bar. Everyone was enjoying the entertainment, clearly under the influence of alcohol- including me, of course. There was a dozen more people than there was before.

"Get your fucking hands off of me!" The man under me spat. I merely chuckled as I dodged his weak punches.

Like a five-year-old, I yelled, "You started it!" Blood drew from his mouth and his cheekbones as I continued to swing my fist at him.

This wasn't what I expected. I should have seen it coming though. When I'm drunk, I lose control of myself.

20 minutes ago

The bar turned out to be a very popular site at midnight, and my alone-time was graciously interrupted by the big mouths of the newcomers.

I hated it.

I took a big gulp of (alcoholic beverage), sighing as they approached the bar. The amount of chatter that came from them weren't helping with my temper either.

Suddenly, I felt something cold on the small of my back. Chills ran up my spine.

"What's a lovely lady like you doing here?"

I immediately reacted by turning around and hissing, "Trying to get some peace and quiet." It was one of the loud men, a sheep straying from it's herd.

He chuckled, "Well, nothing's stopping you." His hands—cold as they were—were still there.

"Correction; you and your big ol' gang are. Get your hands off of me."

This time he let out a cackle, throwing his head back dramatically. "You're a funny one, huh?" He just can't take a hint, can't he?

I smiled at him insincerely, teeth bared. Tonight, I didn't want any trouble. I jumped off the bar stool, drink in my hand, and walked away.

"Hey! I wasn't done talking yet!" He grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me in close to his chest. His breath smelled like beer—it was obvious he'd been drinking way before he walked into this bar.

My reflexes kicked in and I twisted his arm as I pushed him away. He bumped into a nearby table and a bunch of exclaims came from the people vacating it.

"You'll regret that." He fumed.

Next thing you know, he pushed me against a wall, his face an inch from mine. He laughed, and I gagged at the smell of his beer breath. I was pinned by his hands on my shoulders.

I was getting more and more frustrated by the second.

"No, you'll regret that." I snapped, and whatever happened next passed by in a blur.

I had tucked my arms in and hit at his arms, once I got out of his grip I grabbed a nearby chair and smashed it over his head. That was enough to make him unconscious, but this guy was just so determined. He stood up, his balance obviously off, and pounced at me.

I saw it coming so I moved out of the way, ducking when his fist swung at me. I punched him back, hitting as hard as I could.

I went berserk. It wasn't pleasant. Now here I am, still throwing fists at the jackass. I wasn't planning on leaving any time soon.

My biggest mistake.

———

"Why me?" Pietro whined.

The team had flew in on the site where FRIDAY detected their target. There were security cameras all over the place, plus someone had uploaded a video a few moments ago from the bar. FRIDAY had detected the same facial features from their previous scan. They hit the jackpot; it was a rural area and there were no crowds for them to deal with.

"Because you'll fit in greatly." Steve said. They all decided that it was better for someone to get intel on the bar first. 'Coincidentally', everyone voted for Pietro to go.

"He's just trying to be nice," Clint smirked. "It's because you're the least famous out of all of us."

"Are you serious?"

"Very." The rest deadpanned. It was only him, Steve, Natasha, Clint, Tony and Wanda on the mission.

"This is an actual serious situation. What if I mess up?" Pietro huffed, "You do realise we really need to get her, right?"

As he was speaking, Clint had already tossed him an earpiece and an oversized coat, then gestured for him to put it on.

"Yes." Natasha called out from the pilot seat. "And we believe in you, speedster. Go!"

With a shake of his head and a roll of his eyes, he finally stepped out of the jet. When he looked back, there was nothing there. He was taken aback for a second before he processed that it was just the quinjet in stealth mode. It was even more invisible in the night.

He sighed, staring at the earpiece and the coat in his hands.

"Might as well put it on now." He sighed.

—————

When Pietro walked in, he was immediately greeted by a cheering crowd of people, gathered in a circle. Whatever spectacle it was they were entertained by, Pietro had to know.

"Maximoff, can you hear me?" He was startled by the sudden chime in his ear, but quickly recovered.

"Yup."

"Good. Now listen carefully, you need to scout the area." Natasha instructed.

He tried to casually sit down on a table. A waitress came up to him, asking him what he wanted in a slight southern accent.

"Just-"

"You need to not look suspicious. Order something common."

"Just whiskey. On ice." He smiled.

Pietro waited for her to walk away, far enough so he could talk to Natasha. "Why are you repeating everything you told me before?"

"Because you're bound to forget?"

"Then why did you even pick me in the first pla-" Pietro quickly stopped talking when he saw the waitress approaching.

"Here, hun." He handed her a bill, and downed the drink to avoid further chit-chat.

"What do you got so far?"

Pietro looked around, "Two entrances - front, back. Both open. About...six windows. All open."

"What else?"

"Bar's on the left side. A dozen seats. And there's a crowd here, so you might want to jot that down."

"Dang it. A crowd? "

"Very much so."

"Look for her. Don't persue alone. Give us the signal and we'll be there."

Pietro cleared his throat, trying to act nonchalant once again. But his attempts were failed when he heard the grunts and groans coming from the hoard.

He scooted closer, wanting to take a peek.

What he saw made him gasp. It was a sight to see alright. "A real bar fight!" Pietro whispered to himself excitedly.

He had seen his own teammates spar on the mat and in combat, but this was something else. This was pure rowdiness. Pure drunks, messing each other up in a real, live bar!

He dived into the crowd, drink in hand. He couldn't see, with all the people in front of him.

"YOU USELESS SON OF A -" then he heard a painful crack.

A series of roars echoed, fists pumping in the air to cheer on the one they were rooting for. Bets were being placed already.

Pietro finally pushed through, and when he did, he was shocked and confused. It was a woman and a man. He didn't realise it at first, but her long curls gave it away. The man—who's face was all bloodied up—was trying to get in a punch. Keyword, trying.

The woman looked pretty beat up too, but the smile on her face made it obvious she was the one winning.

Pietro didn't know what to think. Or to do. Should he help her? Surely everyone here thought that too. He felt a sudden sense of protectiveness over the woman.

So he jumped in and swung a fist at the man.

"What the fuck?"

The crowd booed, disappointed.

"I had to help you!" He explained, "What if you couldn't-"

But he was cut off by a very, very firm fist. The force of her punch threw him back. She smiled, wiping the blood on her lip with the back of her hand.

"I had him on the ropes, my dear Prince Charming." Adrenaline oozed through her veins. She was ready to get in another fight.

Pietro sat on the ground, looking up at her with wide eyes. He reached up to his put his earpiece back in place. She tilted her head in confusion.

"Natasha," he breathed. "I found her."

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night time wanderer : b.b

brief summary: for months you’ve had struggled sleeping, and one night bucky can’t help but intervene

word count: 1.6k requested: nope, something i felt like writing for some good ol’ fluff warnings: none that i’m aware of

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You’d always wait at least an hour before creeping out of your bed, carefully pulling the sheets back and fluffing up the pillows before wandering toward the door. Since you started this, you’ve learnt which floorboards to avoid that creak loudly, and which remain silent.

It was a full mission simply to reach your door unnoticed, but somehow you’ve been pulling it off for months now, undetected.

At least, that’s what you thought.

You weren’t sure how long it had been happening, it could’ve been a few months or maybe closer to a year? Whenever it started, it made a point to stick around.

The correct terminology would labelling yourself an insomniac, the inability to sleep. And to be perfectly honest, it was lousy and you hated the fact you were unable to close your eyes and drift off. Instead, you would stare at your ceiling, counting sheep or listening to relaxing piano. You tried it all, until you simply gave up.

By the time you gave up, you began to wander around the compound at night. You aimlessly wandered the halls or settled in the communal lounge with a book until dawn. When everyone else slowly filed into the kitchen, you could simply play it off as being the first up. No one questioned it, because no one took the time to notice the bags under your eyes.

All except for Bucky.

Tonight was no different, you were all sitting together in the lounge, laughing about memories from previous missions when time got away from you all.

One by one, the Avengers disappeared around the compound, making their way back to their beds. You left in between Thor and Sam, a lot later than the likes of Steve and Tony.

Once the doors were all closed, and the lights in the compound softened you were out. You wrap a dressing gown around your frame and grab those fluffy socks that keep your feet warm against the cool tiles and follow wherever your feet take you.

But this time, you weren’t alone.

His blue eyes followed you as he peeked through his doorframe, watching you dragging yourself off through the compound, humming a tune he heard before. “Where you going, Y/n?” He mutters to himself, watching as you wait for the lift and walk in with a yawn before disappearing from his view.

A soft sigh left your lips as you found yourself up on the roof, burying your hands into the fluffy dressing gown as you curl up, looking out at the city.

Closing your eyes, you wish you could simply fall asleep right here, at this very moment. “Five minutes, please.” You mutter to yourself, wondering if you could possibly trick yourself into the matter.

Five minutes pass by, then ten and soon you glance at your phone to see it’s nearly 4 in the morning.

“Worth a try.” You rise to your feet with a heavy heart and eyes before turning around and jumping. “What the fuck, Bucky!” You blurt out, resting your hand over your heart as it beats sporadically.

Bucky remains still, a smile ghosting his lips as he focuses on you. “Sorry if I scared you, doll.” He comments, humour lacing his tone as you give him that deadly stare you’re known for.

“What’re you doing up, Bucky?” You question, lowering your hand as your heartbeat returns to a steadier speed. “It’s nearly dawn.” You state, glancing over your shoulder as the darkness of the night is beginning to fade away.

“Could ask you the same.” He raises an eyebrow, watching as you shift your focus to the floor, suddenly feeling the cool breeze across your legs.

“Just felt like some air, couldn’t sleep.” You tell him, focusing on how his gaze hardens onto you as he takes a step forward, watching as you step backwards.

Bucky raises his hands up, “It’s okay.” He comments, seeing you bury your hands into your pockets. “I know you don’t sleep, doll.” He speaks up, and as you go to argue, he stops you before you have the chance. “We’re on the same floor, Y/n. You’re stealthy, but not that good.” A chuckle escapes his lips, catching you off guard.

“So you’ve known about this, and not told anyone?” The question leaves your lips as you remain confused. “Why wouldn’t you tell them?”

In response, Bucky shrugs his shoulders. “For the same reason, you don’t want to tell them.” He admits. “You don’t want them to treat you differently, be fragile.”

“If they knew, they’d be worried about me on missions.” You sigh, turning away and focusing on the soft glow of the morning beginning over the trees, hearing birds whistling to one another in preparation for a new day.

“But you’ve been fine on them, hell, Steve’s been slacking out of anyone.” Bucky tells you, smiling to himself as he moves closer toward you, following your line of focus. “You shouldn’t be worried about those things, what if you just crash out at some point?”

Looking up at him, you can see he’s genuinely concerned about you, something you never anticipated. Sure, Bucky has been warm to you which was unexpected considering his cold demeanour, but you weren’t the sharing type.

“Why’re you up here, Bucky?” You turn to face him, catching him off guard as his lips part, but words refuse to follow.

“You look like you needed a friend.” He eventually answers. “If I’m wrong, I’ll be on my way doll.” He holds his hands up as he turns on his heels, heading toward the door. “But if I’m right, all you gotta do is say so.” He sings, knowing you’d roll your eyes as he waits to hear your answer.

Yet, as Bucky reaches the door and opens it, you haven’t responded.

“Y/n?” Turning back around, Bucky’s eyes widen as you stand on the edge of the building, your arms out wide. “Y/n, please, step off the ledge, just take a step back alright.” His voice remains calm despite the rising fear inside of his mind.

“I’m not going to jump, you dummy.” You laugh lightly, lowering your arms to your sides, stepping back onto the roof. Behind you, there’s a long sigh of relief. “I just forget what it feels like sometimes, to be on the edge.”

Stepping forward, Bucky looks over the edge of the building and at the sheer drop. “I think I prefer it away from the ledge.” He counters, seeing you smile up at him playfully causing his heart to flutter ever so slightly.

“You know what I mean, metaphorically speaking.” You state. “Everything feels dull, I’m just going through each day, waiting to enjoy a rest but it doesn’t happen. I can’t shut myself down, no matter how hard I try.” Your voice softens, and Bucky swears there’s an audible crack in your tone. “I just want to sleep, so badly.”

Everything in you breaks down as a few tears spill from your eyes and you naturally move away from Bucky. “Hey, doll,” Bucky coos, following after you. “It’s okay. It’s only me.” He tries to comfort you as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you cry into his chest.

It felt oddly familiar, being in his arms and not wanting to let go. It reminded you of Christmas Eve, sitting by the warm fire with a blanket around you. He was comforting, he felt safe.

“I just wanna shut down for a while.” You manage to admit as Bucky shushes you, running his fingers through your hair as you smile sleepily, melting into his embrace.

“Just close your eyes, Y/n.” Bucky whispers as he helps you sit down with him, you resting in his lap as the warmth of the sun rising hits your back.

If you had to describe it, you could say it felt like an old friend coming home. You missed it, you waited for it to come back and at last, it is.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You whisper as your body begins to feel heavy in his arms, your hands sliding down as gentle snores leave your lips until you’re out.

Bucky smiles at you, helping you lie down on him as he continues to brush through your hair, making sure it remains out of your face. “Anytime, doll.” He mumbles, leaning down gently and kisses your forehead. As he looks down, he swears he can see a smile crossing your lips as the sun casts over your face, illuminating the beauty Bucky loved.

*

Walking through the compound, Steve huffed. “Anyone seen Buck?” He asks around, only to receive a series of shrugs or no’s in response.

“You tried the roof?” Sam speaks up from the kitchen and listens to the sound of Steve’s footsteps nearing the stairs. “Man can’t ever take the damn elevator.” He mutters to himself, shaking his head before returning his attention back to breakfast.

As Steve reaches the door toward the roof, he quietly opens it and swallows the pant in his throat. “Buck?” Steve calls out, stepping away from the door to look around.

Yet, when Steve finds his best friend he can’t help but be intrigued. There you are, fast asleep in Bucky’s arms as Bucky watches the morning play out in the wilderness, seeing the birds in the trees peacefully.

Bucky turns his head, gently lifting one arm up and presses a finger against his lips. “I’ll explain later.” He mouths to Steve, looking back down at you as you shuffle in his arms, hiding your face in his chest once more.

Shocked, Steve simply nods before retreating to the stairs, unable to wipe the smile from his lips at his best friend making a move on the girl he can’t stop smiling about.

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i like that dummy. Like crazy. You can’t even imagine, dude. [sequel]

*this is pt 1, pls read that before this one if u haven’t!

**sorry this took 5 years also y’all are seniors in this dont worry they arent like freshman or sophomores and like thirsty like that lol

pairing - jock!jaehyun x fem!reader

word count - 2.3k

genre - soft sheep fluff, if u squint i guess it’s might be suggestive at one part(?)

[ 10:32 A.M ]  To say that the first minute of the walk outside with Jaehyun was not awkward as hell would be a horrible, horrible lie. Your eyes seemed to dart everywhere but the jock next to you, who stayed surprisingly silent. You wonder if this was a joke; some sick bet that the basketball team set him up to. 

They were infamous for their ruthless pranks, with their victims ranging from babies fresh from middle school to the most ancient of teachers. You shudder at a junior year memory of seeing Mr. Dong’s boxers for the first time.

Yeah, they pantsed him not once, not twice, but three times before the poor guy ran out screaming.

You remember Jaehyun laughing and doing stupid handshakes with his friends when they found out he resigned the next day. Your feet pull to a halt.

Is he going to laugh at you like that too?

A pair of weathered checker Vans appear in front of your hi-tops. “What’s wrong? Are you actually sick?” 

The concern in his voice was even more concerning for you. This wasn’t what you expected. You inhale sharply, before looking him in the eye.

“I should be asking you that! Did you take some mind altering drug this morning? How can you-” You grab the crumpled confession from your pocket and fling it at his chest. It falls limply between the two of you.  “-throw this thing at me?”

“I mean, I’ve been throwing things at you all year,” He says coolly, picking the ball up. “You just happened to finally open one. Pity you didn’t catch my paper planes. Those had little hearts on it. Or my paper cranes, those had-”

“It isn’t funny, you know.”

Jaehyun puts his hands in his pockets. “What isn’t?”

“Playing with other people’s feelings,” You bite the inside of your cheek. “I know you and your little basketball team think it’s the fucking BALLS to make other people feel like shit and I don’t know what stupid bet this was, but-”

“So you’re sad about it?”

“…what?”

“You’re sad at the possibility that I might not like you?” He takes a step closer. “That this all might just be a bet?”

“I-”

With one firm tug on your wrist, he pulls you closer. His breath feels warm on your forehead. Your heart pounds so hard in your chest you wouldn’t be surprised if it just pops out onto the floor.

“Well, you’re wrong.” His arm snakes around your waist so suddenly and so firmly that you wonder if you’ll go into cardiac arrest. “This isn’t a bet.”

You’re so close to him now you can see the little snow-like freckles on his nose from summer. The warmth around your waist feels electrifying.

“Jaehyun, what-”

“I said it in the letter, said it in class and I’ll say it again. I like you, Y/N. And I like you a lot. And I also get the feeling that-” He gives you a shit eating grin. “-you feel the same way.”

“…maybe.” You mumble, eyes fixated on a piece of lint on the ground.

“Maybe?” He grabs your chin so you’re facing him. “You gonna break my heart, Y/N?”

You see yourself in his eyes, and for a moment, you wonder if he can see himself in yours.

“Jaehyun…” Your start, but inaudible words come out of your lips again. Jaehyun puts a teasing hand up to his ear and lean over.

“I can’t hear you, Y/N. Speak loud-”

“-okay you know what, fuck it-” You inhale sharply. “-you’re too CLOSE, Jaehyun. I CAN’T THINK PROPERLY BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO CLOSE TO ME AND MY HEART IS BEATING TOO FAST.” 

Your face feels hot and you’re certain you look like a tomato again. You look away, the cringe from the words that came out of your mouth sinking in.

WHY DID I SAY THAT? ARE WE IN WATTPAD? WHAT WAS THAT, Y/N? You internally scream at yourself, wondering why he wasn’t saying anything.

There’s a pause where the warmth around your waist disappears. An unconscious pout appears on your lips from the absence of his touch, an action that he most definitely notices. 

“That was a good enough answer for me, ma'am.”

And suddenly, your back is against the lockers with Jung Jaehyun’s lips on yours.

He tastes like the pink lemonade from the cafeteria, a little too sweet, a little too artificial, but you don’t feel yourself pulling away anytime soon. His arm finds its way around your waist again and his fingers draw soft circles down the small of your back. Your hands go down from his hair to his neck when he brings your body even closer. It’s only when you nibble on his lower lip that he pulls away, his cheeks dusted a very warm pink. For a moment, it seems like he’s going to kiss you again, but instead he takes a step back and turns around.

As he fixes his hair, the tips of his ears peek out of his locks. They’re scarlet red like syrup on shaved ice. 

How cute.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Jaehyun blush before - or embarrassed, for that matter. To be frank, you wondered if that was even possible, since his smug face seemed to be the only thing he ever wore when he strode down the school hallways during lunch or when he sat at your dining table during neighbourhood parties.

“Where did you…” He says slowly, lips slightly red and swollen. “Where did you learn that?”

“Learn what?” You say innocently, slightly proud of yourself for making The Jung Jaehyun flustered for once. 

“You’re a good kisser Y/N,” He shakes his head, taking a step towards you again. “So who have you been kissing?”

A surge of confidence flows through you from the compliment. 

“Sorry Jaehyun but-” You smirk up at him. “-I don’t kiss and tell.”

He raises an eyebrow, inching in again and placing hand next to your head, trapping you. You look at his lips and back at him again, with a gaze that almost dared him to come to you again, almost challenged him to capture your lips in his again and not pull away so fast this time. 

“Y/N,” He growled under his breath. His eyes suddenly looked very hungry. “If we weren’t in school I swear-”

As if it knew that words that were not fit for a school were at the tip of Jaehyun’s tongue, the bell rang. Students poured out of classrooms, some groaning about their classes, some excitedly talking about the weekend, some looking like plain zombies who lost their taste for human brains. 

You saw Doyoung come out of a hallway with Mark and Yuta who, although you thought you were quick enough to push Jaehyun away without anyone seeing, were quite sharp. 

“Well…I guess I’ll go to Chem now.” You clear your throat, slinging your bag (fell off your back when you were making out) over your shoulder.

 As you start to walk away to catch up with Doyoung (who walked past the two of you secretly with a devilish smile), Jaehyun catches your wrist again, in an almost panicked way that a child might do when their parents leave them at a kindergarten for the first time. 

“Wait! Uh…will I see you again today?”

You look at his wrist, smiling. “If you want to.”

His grip relaxes, and he puts his hands in his pockets again. “Today, 6:30 at the quad?”

“So late?”

“Why? Think you’ll miss me too much?”

You roll your eyes, turning away again.

“Just joking, just joking,” He pulls you back. “I have practice. Oh! You could come watch if you want. Straight after school, at the courts. You know, I’m known to be pretty sexy when I play basketball. Sweaty, glistening, sometimes my shirt comes up-”

You put a hand in front of his face, covering his dumb wiggling eyebrows.

“Sure, sure I’ll come,” You wave a hand as you begin walking away. He doesn’t stop you again but instead his dimples go back on full display. “I’ll probably be watching Taeyong though, he’s really handsome-”

The second bell rings, the only people left in the hallway are the two of you, an amused Doyoung and Yuta and Mark who are eavesdropping at the back.

“Y/N!”

You run before he can catch you again, and stop hastily when you reach Doyoung at the end of the hallway. The look he’s giving you makes you want to punch him. 

“Did. I. Not. Tell. You. That. Boy. Likes. You.” He says, each time he claps after a word making you groan more. ‘What. Did. I. Say. You. Clown.”

“Yes, yes, you were right.” You sigh as the two of you enter the class and settle down in your lab seats. 

“So, what happened exactly?” 

“Well,” Your hand stops shuffling your backpack for your textbook. The image of Jaehyun pinning you to the lockers flashes in your mind, his hand on your waist… “Nothing much.” You say, rather unconvincingly.

“Boo, don’t lie,” Doyoung says, flicking on his horn-rimmed glasses when the teacher begins to give a rather boring presentation on acids. “It was a trick question, I saw y’all nasty asses kissing.”

“How did you-”

“When I told you that you were lewd, I didn’t mean to act on it! And to think! In this holy educational institute, where a fourteen year old freshman baby could’ve seen, y’all nasties were-”

“DOYOUNG!” 

Suddenly, the class is quiet, and the teacher, a very weathered man who was apparently a retired scientist called Mr. Yang casted you a very offended glance. You can see Doyoung trying his best not to laugh and you pinch him on the leg.

“Is there a problem, Y/N? Or rather-” His eyes narrow on Doyoung, who was now biting his cheek to prevent a smile. “-a problem with Doyoung? Do you want me to move you?”

“No, no. Ah Doyoung was just-” You peek quickly at the presentation behind him. “-telling me a fun fact about hydronium! It was so shocking, I couldn’t hold back… Yes, I could not. Sorry about that, sir.”

Though unconvinced, he let out a grunt and continued on, the class going back to normal. You let out a deep breath and tried to focus on the moving dots on the screen that were supposed to be particles. 

“You know, I was lying earlier. I only saw the two of you talking. But wow. Did you actually kiss him? Was he good? Did he do tongue?”

You bite your lip to stop another shout from erupting from your lips. Something told you this time Mr. Yang would kick you out for the rest of the year if you interrupted him again.

You resorted stepping on Doyoung’s foot very, very hard.

- and back to somewhere not so far away, in the past -

“Y/N!” Jaehyun shouts, a smile on his lips at the girl’s retreating figure. He shook his head, still in a slight daze from what just happened. However, he had no time to recover as two slaps on his back and a very loud “DUDE” sounded in his ear.

“MARK! You scared me, oh my god,” Jaehyun says, rubbing his ear as Yuta slings his arm around his shoulder.

“So,” Yuta says, exchanging mischievous grins with Mark. “how was the nurse’s office?”

“Huh?” Jaehyun says in confusion, before retracting almost immediately. “OH! Yeah, you know…Y/N put some ice to her forehead…”

A snort came from Yuta and Mark started giddy laughing like he inhaled some helium gas. 

“STOP LYING, DUDE. We saw you, alright? Acting all mushy by the lockers and looking into each other’s eyes like you were Romeo and Juliet or something.” 

“What the-weren’t you in class?”

Yuta rolled his eyes. “Do you really think we would actually do self-study? You have severely underestimated us, Jeffrey.”

The three of them began walking towards the courts for P.E. It was Jaehyun’s favourite subject but the only thing that he thought about the entire time was you. Your awkward but adorable confession, your flushed cheeks when he confessed to you, the feeling of your lips against his… 

For the first time in his four years of high school, his P.E classmates found him utterly useless during a game of sports.

“Is something wrong with Jeffrey today?” Someone said from the showers after the lesson as Jaehyun was changing his shirt. 

“I’m fine!” He shouted back, even though he wasn’t really. Very soon he would be going back to the courts but there would be one small difference. You would be there, watching him, and something about that got his heart pounding very hard, indeed. 

“Yeah, right.” Someone else chimed in, also from the showers. “Jaehyun’s got himself a girlfriend.” 

“Yeah they were smooching-” 

“Yuta, Mark, if you don’t want to run ten laps, you’ll shut up now,” Jaehyun says, quickly swiping on some cologne on his wrist. Taeyong, the basketball team’s forward raised an eyebrow at this. 

“Cologne? Jaehyun do you actually-”

Jaehyun was too engrossed in shoving his stuff into his Superdry as quick as possible to notice Taeyong had been talking to him. It was only when the bag was over his shoulder that Jaehyun turned to him, with a look that Taeyong could only describe as determination.

“Taeyong, bro, if a crazy girl wearing a denim skirt and red hi-tops stares at you later during practice, tell her to back off, and that she needs to stop looking at you, okay?”

Jaehyun pats the older boy’s shoulder and begins to walk away, a spring already forming in his step at the thought of seeing you.

Taeyong blinks. “What? Who’s that?”

“Some dummy who made me miss class. But you know what?”  

He turns back again, a twinkle in his eyes.

“I like that dummy. Like crazy. You can’t even imagine, dude.”

fin.

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