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Undercover I Do - Chapter 7

Characters: Javier Peña x female reader

Summary: While on an undercover assignment posing as a married couple, you are attacked and nearly assaulted. Upon waking, all you remember about Javier Peña is what you remembering seeing from two photographs of the two of you posing as the happily married couple. As you struggle to regain your memories, Javi struggles with his own feelings for you.

Rating: Mature (Eventual smut)

Warnings: Memories of attempted sexual assault, fake/pretend relationship, married and undercover trope, temporary amnesia, injury, swearing, soft Javi, feelings, I have no idea how amnesia really works, brief mention of masturbation, Javi reads poetry...did you know that?!?!?...me neither!

Word Count: 4407 (again....Whoopsie!)

Notes: A trip to the office in an attempt to jog your memories ends up revealing more about Javier Peña then you expected. Plus, a trip to the farmer's market knocks some things loose and a thunderstorm brings you and Javi closer.

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It had been a week since you’d come home from the hospital.

During that week, there had been so little success in regaining your memories save for those brief hopeful moments with Javi the previous weekend. Javi had done as much work from home as he could this past week; when he did have to go in to the office, he usually returned with stacks or boxes of paperwork, spreading out on the coffee table or in the kitchen like now, grumping that he didn’t want to leave you on your own for too long if he could help it. The time in the alone stretched on endlessly and you always felt a jolt of happiness when you heard the key in the lock and your husband strode in on a cloud of cigarette smoke, faded aftershave and cologne with (more often than not) a frustrated scowl decorating his handsome face. You always took note of how that scowl slipped from his face when he greeted you, though, and that moment always made you smile.

The previous day you’d joined Javi at work for a short while. You had discussed at dinner the night before that maybe more familiar surroundings would jar something loose...after all, Javi had said, the two of you usually spent more time at the office than you ever really did in your apartment. You eagerly agreed. If nothing else you were excited for a change of scenery.

It had been more awkward than anything, really and you were disappointed that nothing short-term had seemed to come back to you. Feistl and Van Ness had both greeted you warmly, inquiring as to whether you’d gotten the flowers they’d sent. Both younger men had kindly remarked that you looked like you were doing well and then proceeded to lapse into an uncomfortable silence, glancing from one another and then Javi before quickly scurrying off to complete some menial task. Dixon had found you as well, and had seemed a bit on edge when she had made small talk with you. You simply chalked it up to stress, but you had seen her pull Javi a short distance away and speak furtively to him, clearly irritated with something he had said or done. Javi’s brows had lowered over his dark eyes when the older woman had moved away and he had ushered you into his office, telling you he needed to pop into a quick meeting...shouldn’t take more than fifteen, twenty minutes and did you want to wait here or should he get a car to take you home?

You’d been happy to settle yourself onto the worn leather couch, but as the time ticked by you grew antsy and started pacing around your husband’s office, tracing the pens on the desk, sitting in his chair and twirling in it absentmindedly, aimlessly gazing at the maps and photographs on the walls and bulletin boards. As you wandered, the corner of your jacket caught on something on the edge of the desk, pulling it off and sending a stack of papers fluttering to the floor. You cursed, then bent to re-stack the papers, hoping they had not been in any kind of order. You saw a thin, navy blue book also on the floor and reached to pick it up.

Rumi: The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing

You were struck for a moment: what was Javi doing with a book of love poems at work? You sat down in his desk chair again. Flipping open the small book you noticed a name written neatly in a woman’s handwriting on the inside cover: Sofia Flores

A small piece of paper, worn with time was tucked between the cover and the title page. You carefully open it and read a small message in the same writing as the name:

Even though this marriage didn’t work out, my sweet Javi, remember: I will always love you. Xoxo

Your stomach clenched. “This marriage” hadn’t worked out? You felt like your mouth was suddenly sandpaper and you started to close the book and place it back on the desk when another loose paper fluttered out from the middle pages...one of many pieces of paper stuck there you realized as you flipped to the middle of the book of poetry, finding two with corners dogeared. Two poems on opposite pages bracketed a small collection of what appeared to be newspaper clippings. The first poem read:

“Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty.”

And:

“I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come ’round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you’ve just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper “more”

Your breath caught at the simplicity and beauty of the poems, and it made your heart ache that your husband even possessed a book of poetry, much less one filled with such lovely words. You started to look through the clippings flattened between these two poems and were surprised when you noticed they all seemed to be about you.

There were five total: one from what appeared to be an interoffice newsletter highlighting your work as a successful agent in a mostly male dominated field. The short article included a photograph of you taken several years ago when you had graduated from Quantico. The other four were in Spanish and had clearly come from local Bogota papers. Each had grainy black and white photos of you (and two with Javi along with some other DEA agents) at different locations around the city taken during the last two years as you had worked to help unravel the mess that was Columbian drug trafficking. In one, you and Javi and Feistl stood together surveying a map spread on the hood of a Jeep, most likely either pre- or post- op. In another, you were escorting a minor drug crony from a building, his hands behind his back, your hand firmly on his shoulder and your torso covered in a sturdy tac vest. The others were similar and at the bottom of the small pile of clippings, you found a polaroid photo.

It was another picture of you, but in this one you were sitting amongst a small group of co-workers. Despite the others in the picture, you were framed at the center, clearly the focus of the photographer. You remembered this night from over a year ago: It was Van Ness’’s birthday and you and several other colleagues had pitched in to buy him a Polaroid camera like the one that would have taken this picture. It had been a good night out, a fun dinner with margaritas and beer flowing. As everyone got more silly and giggly and loose, the camera had been passed around and each person had taken a turn snapping a photo. You vaguely remembered glancing across the table just as the snap from this photo being taken had reached your ears and noticed Peña lowering the camera from his face, removing the picture from the roller as it slid from the device, growling something to the person next to him as he passed the camera. You hadn’t thought anything of it, thinking your partner had just taken a wide shot of you and your colleagues across the table. All of the photos had been collected at the end of the evening and presented to Van Ness, who had spread them all out on the table for everyone to giggle and admire one another’s silly faces and poses.

The realization struck you that your husband must have kept the photo he had taken that night, a photo with you at it’s center. It was worn, smudged along the edges and showing creases and a small tear in one corner. Clearly it was handled regularly.

“Hey.” The gruff rasp of your husband’s voice startled you and you looked up at him guilty. “You ready to get outta here…?” He stopped short when he saw the book in your hand, the clippings on the desk, the photograph in your other hand.

“I’m sorry!” Your first instinct was to apologize; clearly this wasn’t something he wanted people to see. “I didn’t…” You quickly moved from being apologetic to feeling tears well up in your eyes as you remembered: “even though this marriage didn’t work out”...from “Sofia”. You looked up at him. “Javi?” You could only choke out his name by way of question.

Javi’s face transformed to worry when he heard your voice say his name. He moved quickly to crouch next to you in his desk chair.

“Hey, hey...it’s ok. What is it? Whatsa matter?” He put a callused hand along your cheek, searching your eyes for an explanation. You could only look back down at the book in your hands.

“Is our marriage over?” You asked him, tears starting to fall. His brows came together in confusion and he spoke softly.

“What? What do you...what do you mean, sweetheart?” You flipped back to the front cover of the book, smoothing out the note from “Sofia”.

“Who’s Sofia Flores?” You held your breath, waiting for him to look guilty, ashamed, abashed at being found out, but you saw realization flutter across his eyes and his face relaxed; he released a puff of air...almost a small laugh, and he stood, leaning carefully on the desk next to you, wiping a hand across his face.

“No. No, sweetheart...it’s not what you think.” He looked at you for a moment, studying you carefully. “Do you remember...do you remember me telling you about Lorraine?” You nod and the next instant, you feel relief come over you. Lorraine: his former fiancé back in Texas. He had told you about her once, one late night at the office when you had both sipped a little too much whiskey and started swapping stories about miserable past relationships. Lorraine: who had always put him down, made him feel like he was never good enough, a piece of shit, who demeaned the things he had found interesting. You had never met the woman, but you remember feeling that night like you had never hated anyone as much as you hated her for treating Javi so poorly. You also remember thinking to yourself that night how incredibly wrong someone could be about another human being. But then again, you hadn’t been engaged to Javier Peña….yet. Javi sees it click in your face and continues.

“Sofia Flores was my mom. She gave me this,” he gently takes the book from you, “right after I left Lorraine...right before I came here. She taught herself English with this.” He held the book up, pride sparking behind his eyes at the memory of his mother. You nodded, remembering him telling you how she had passed during his first few months in Columbia; it had been sudden and he hadn’t even known she was sick until it was too late. He hadn’t been able to get back in time to say goodbye…You noticed him swallow hard as he saw the articles about you spread on the desk.

“What about…”you gesture to the clippings, the photo in your hand. “What about all of these? Why do you have all this stuff about me stuck in here? Why don’t you keep these at home?” He looked uncomfortable for a moment, like he was caught at something somehow.

“I, uh….I just...I had ‘em tucked away from...before we were…” He stopped himself, seeming to think carefully about what to say next. Then he looked from the articles to you and then away again, almost shy. “I guess...I had a little crush on you when we were partners and...I just never took ‘em out of there after...things changed.” He took the photo from you, looking at it for a moment, then back at you; for a moment he looked like a little boy waiting to be yelled at for breaking a window with his baseball. You smiled up at him and his face relaxed, returning the smile with a small one of his own. He cleared his throat and straightened from the desk, returning the articles and picture back to their spot in the middle of the book and quickly depositing the book into a desk drawer. He held his hand out to you and pulled you to your feet. “Hungry?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, taking a step closer to him and keeping hold of his hand for a moment when he let go. He looked surprised by your closeness, then smiled down at you again, carefully. You stood on your tiptoes and carefully kissed him; a chaste, quick kiss lasting only a moment or two, but you felt a current dance between your connected lips, like sparks from an incorrectly attached jumper cable. His eyes stayed closed for several seconds after you broke the kiss and settled back onto your feet; you smiled at how in awe of the taste of you he seemed to be. Your smile turned into a grin when he opened his eyes and met your gaze, smiling softly back at you. “I’m starving, actually.”

You slid your arm through your husband’s as the two of you left the office and headed for a late lunch.

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You’re a fuckin’ moron, Peña! Javier had thought to himself instantly when he had walked back into his office and seen her sitting at his desk with the Rumi book in her hand. He’d panicked when he’d heard her say his name and seen the tears in her eyes. He’d quickly realized the confusion and had breathed easy knowing she hadn’t been angry with him.

Once more he felt like a creep when he realized she had found the articles and picture he had kept tucked away inside it. He saw her everyday in clearer situations: her beautiful face on the phone, tongue between her lips, determining if a tip is legitimate; listening through headphones as she giggled trying to seduce an informant; watching beads of sweat drip down her neck and the sound of her heavy pants after she’s finished running down a narco in the dusty streets.

He’s not proud to admit that he has thrown his imagination to any one of these memories on the occasion when he would not seek out a woman to distract him and he had instead unbuttoned his jeans and pumped himself to the thought of his partner. That seemed to have been happening more and more in recent months, but he hadn’t ever used those photos for THAT.

He kept these for the even more frequent occasion when he would close his office door, stare at her face and reread one of those poems for the millionth time, feeling when he did a balloon expand inside his chest with yearning for her...aching to hold her close to him and whisper those lines in her ear; truths about how he felt about her.

Now, he refused to acknowledge how much it made his heart sing as they walked through the outdoor market a few minute’s walk from their apartment. They had returned home and had lunch, no new memories having made an appearance with exposure to their place of work. She had been frustrated by and he had suggested they go for a walk, get out of the apartment some more...it was a beautiful day after all.

Now, they wandered past the tables and stalls of brightly colored pineapples, papayas, bananas, peppers and avocados, stopping occasionally to buy something for dinner or pausing for her to admire a woven bag. She spoke Spanish to the merchants easily, a good sign, he thought, that her long term memories were strong.

He discreetly admired his partner’s profile as she stopped to look at a bright display of flowers, enquiring about price from the kind, toothless, stooped older woman manning the stall. She paid the lovely worker and put her nose to the large white bouquet of petals and Javi felt his heart nearly stop.

She was so beautiful.

...It took him a moment to realize something was wrong, but when he noticed her stiffen and her brow furrow, he was next to her in an instant, his hand on her elbow, quietly saying her name. She looked at him...but didn’t see him for a few moments, her gaze was elsewhere, seeing something else. He knew she was remembering something.

“I remember…”she started, blinking her eyes and looking back down at the flowers in her hands. “Plumeria…” she said quietly. “I remember we were next to...a swimming pool? You and I? It was nighttime.”

Javi knew exactly what she had remembered. He gulped, saying nothing, not wanting to distract her from remembering. She continued following the thread of memory the scent of the flowers had unlocked.

“We were…” Her face flushed suddenly and she glanced up at him, then away again almost immediately. “...together. You...had me up against…” she gulped, the blush in her face turning a deeper scarlet. Javi remembered, too.

They’d made an early exit from Ortiz’s dinner party; she had feigned a headache. They had believed Ortiz’s lab was beneath his pool, the entrance through the pool house in the back of his home. While everyone else had been occupied with the forth course and an unknown number of drinks, the two of them had slipped back around the premises, creeping along the sparkling pool, trying to find some clue to get them into the lab, something they could use to get a warrant.

Javi had heard the noise from the guards making their rounds first, and he had yanked his partner by the elbow, pressing her back up against one of the plumeria trees, shoving one knee between her legs, gripping her ass with one hand and holding her head carefully with the other as he shoved his mouth against hers. She had fallen into the ruse seamlessly, recognizing instantly what he was doing. Her hands gripped fistfuls of his hair, one leg coming up to wrap around his waist, drawing her skirt up and giving his hips more access to the space between her legs.

Even though it was only pretend, he hadn’t been able to stop himself from growing hard...being so close to her sex he had found himself grinding himself into her without thinking, eliciting a small moan from her mouth. He had torn his lips away and begun devouring her neck, making her gasp into the thick, flower scented air and signaling their location to the guards. He had snaked his hand up the front of her dress and pulled down, releasing her breast to the cool night air. She had pulled his head down and thrust her groin along the hard outline of his cock and he had gladly taken the pert nipple into his mouth, relishing in the sensation the soft pebble made between the gentle ministrations of his teeth.

“Perdón por interrumpir, Señor Sanchez,” The two of them had sprung apart, reacting to Javier’s pseudonym, playing up the caught couple. Despite the act, though, Javi had looked at her as she’d straightened her dress, running a hair through her hair and he couldn’t help admire her swollen lips from his kisses and the flush on her cheeks. He had seen something in your eyes, reflecting what he felt himself.

That hadn’t been all fake.

“I...I don’t remember anything other than...us...against the tree.” Her voice snapped him back out of the memory; she was staring at the flowers in her hand sadly, grasping for more of the memory.

He didn’t particularly want her to remember what had happened next.

That night they had been found out. They had been followed back to their “home” and both beaten, separated for a time in different rooms. He had heard her yelling and had heard over and over the sound of crashes and fists and palms meeting flesh amidst the sounds of the same happening to him. He had shouted, too, wanting her to know he was still there, he was still with her, they were still in it together. Later, after the sicarios had given them both a rest, they had been reunited when they were dragged into “their” bedroom and secured to their respective places, whispering to one another, made to wait through the dark hours of the early morning...until Ortiz’s men had returned when the sun had come up.

The rest, he didn’t want to think about.

“Well…” His voice was gruff from the thought of how close he had come to losing her that day. “That’s something. That was...recent...just a few weeks ago.” She looked at him curiously, clearly able to see that he was reacting differently to the memory of them kissing passionately beneath a plumeria tree. She said his name, a question filling the sound. He looked at her and forced a small smile. “That’s good.” He said quietly, reaching for her hand. “C’mon. Let’s go home.”

Javier laid awake in the darkness of the living room, trying not to think about that night again for the millionth time. The blanket was scratchy on his bare chest; he kicked it off of him and lay there, listening to the sound of the pounding rain outside, the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the apartment, thunder crashing and rumbling loudly. He hated that he would always have that memory of her, calling out, yelling in terror and panic.

He sat up….had he dozed off? He thought he had heard her screaming his name again, just like she had from the other room that fateful night.

Then he heard it again.

“JAVI!!”

He was down the hall and next to her on the bed faster than he could take a breath. She was curled in a ball, the covers soaked from sweat and kicked off of her, shaking furiously. In the light from a flash of lightning, he saw that her eyes were closed tightly, her face contorted into a terrified mask. She was having a nightmare...

...and was calling out for him.

He carefully placed his hands on her shoulders, gently nudging her, not wanting to frighten her more upon waking, but wanting desperately to rescue her from the terror of her dream. She screamed as she bolted upright, nearly knocking her head into his. He gripped her shoulders firmly as her arms flailed out around her, fighting against him.

“Heyheyhey...easy, it’s me….its just me. It’s Javi.” She recognized him after a moment, and he continued to murmur that he was there, that she was ok, that he had her, that it had just been a bad dream; she flung herself into his arms. He held her against him, soothing her, whispering to her like she was a child, feeling her body shake. He felt warm, wet drops on his chest and knew she was crying. He gripped his arms around her more tightly, trying with all of his might to will her peace, a feeling of being safe.

They stayed that way for a long time, him stroking her hair, murmuring into her ear, rocking her gently against him. Finally, he felt her take a shaky breath and she whispered against his chest:

“It felt so real. I was tied to a bed and...there was a man...he was trying to…” her voice choked into a sob once more and he felt the tears start to wet his chest again.

“Shhhhh….shhhhhh. It’s ok.” His voice was hoarse from sleep, cigarettes, fear...memories. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” He buries his face in her hair and breathes her name. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ve got you.”

More time passes. Her breathing settles and her tears dry, but he continues to hold her. He feels the tension in her body release itself, little by little and she takes a deep, shaky breath before pulling back to look at him. The room is still dark and the rain still pours down outside, but the thunder has passed, is getting softer.

“It was just a nightmare.” She whispers, almost to herself.

He can’t bring himself to correct her; that it was a memory. Not tonight, he thinks.

She’s staring into his chest, appearing to think about something carefully. He moves to unwrap himself from her, to settle her back into bed, but she grips his forearms firmly, stopping him from pulling away.

“Stay.” She breathes and he almost doesn’t hear it. He thinks for a moment, telling himself he shouldn’t. It’s not a good idea. But then she lifts her eyes to meet his and in the near darkness he sees them sparkle and she whispers: “Please. Stay with me.”

He doesn’t say anything. He just carefully bores her backwards until she’s lying on her back, her head on her pillow. He hovers above her, gazing down at her like a lover...like a husband might do before kissing his wife and bringing her to ecstasy…

...He shifts himself to lie next to her, behind her and he pulls her back against his chest, feeling her legs move to tangle with his. He reaches down to straighten the sheets and pulls them over top of both of them, then wraps his arms around her. He listens to her breathing get heavier and slow and he’s sure she must be asleep. Just as he thinks about closing his own eyes, she turns and rolls to face him, wrapping her own arms around him, too and burying her face in his neck. He’s sure she can feel his pulse pounding frantically, but she simply sighs softly, her breath skimming across his skin. Her breathing slows and deepens once again. She’s asleep.

Javi sighs, remembering the taste of her lips during that sweet, innocent kiss in his office earlier that day. Closing his own eyes, he buries his face in her hair, drifting off to sleep with the weight of her in his arms.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

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forever-rogue · 4 years

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Soft prompts!!! Din and reader land on a planet near a town that's having a celebration. She wants him to dance with her, and he admits after some prodding that he doesn't know how. Either she teaches him how to dance OR they do something else equally soft (star gazing? A silly game?)

Hi, I love this and I love you. It’s apparently soft Saturday, so please enjoy!

Mandalorian Masterlist

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“Are you sure you want to go?” Din’s soft voice was laced with worry as he looked between you and the sprawling village that was in the distance. You’d come to this random planet that you’d never heard of before for a bounty, but after it was all said and done you’d reminded there for some time. There was something so peaceful and relaxing about the lush, forest over place that kept you there, despite not having any reason. No one here questioned you, who you were or what you were doing they were…kind. Welcoming.

“Please, Din?” you as you tugged on his arm and give him the biggest and most innocent eyes possible (you’d taken to learning from your little adopted son), as you silently pleaded with him. You knew he’d eventually give in; it never took him long when it came to you. But you already about the hold you had over him; you were just as enamored with him after all. You swore you could see his brows furrowing under the helmet, “I promise it’ll be fun!”

“Okay,” he agreed after a few moments, a light sigh in his voice. He paused for a moment before quickly talking a glove off and putting his hand on your cheek. You closed your eyes as you made a sound of content and leaned into his touch, “we’ll go to the festival this evening. What are they even celebrating?”

“O-oh,” you feigned dumb for a moment as you felt your cheeks heat up. A woman at one of the markets, the one that mentioned the festival to you in the first place, did mention what all the festivities were for - the changing of seasons, and on top of that love, “just the coming of the spring and summer - the warm season. Harvest season.”

He seemed to sense your slight hesitation, a little smile spreading across his features, but he wasn’t about to push you. Besides, he thought it was cute when you got flustered, your cheeks would flush and you’d bite your bottom lip in a way that drove him crazy, “sounds like it should be fun. Alright, we’ll go this evening, okay?”

“I promise you won’t regret it!” you beamed at him, bouncing on your heels as you leaned up and attempted to press a kiss to his cheek. You stopped when you realized he was wearing his helmet, both of stopping to laugh for a moment before you proceeded to press a kiss to his helmet, where his cheek would have been, “I’m going to go change! I’ll be ready soon!”

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Everything about the festival, which you had thought would a small celebration as you were led to believe, was extravagant and over the top: the colors, the music, the entertainment, the foods, the games - all of it. Your eyes lit up at all the sights and sounds as you surveyed everything, trying to take it all and ingrain it into your memory.

You had opted to wear something simple, and what you considered rather plain, but it was a nice change from the garb you normally wore - no, those were left behind for the everything, to be forgotten until the next time you had to go on a hunt. You thought it was nothing special, but that didn’t stop Din from looking at you like you had hung all the glittering stars in the night sky. Sometimes he was glade for the helmet. Otherwise you’d probably have caught him staring at you many times over.

Your arm was looped through his as you walked around and looked everything, words spilling out of your mouth with excitement, so much so fast that Din was hard pressed to keep up with everything. He had changed, opting to keep the armor on, you know, just in case, but you were almost positive that he had polished everything extra well and changed his under clothes from new ones you hadn’t seen before. He maintained the slightly intimidating look of a Mandalorian but he still looked good. Handsome. You almost felt a small sense of pride at the fact that you knew, and virtually only you, knew what looked like underneath it all. But that had been a privilege earned by a build of trust - you trusted him like he trusted you.

You almost stopped dead in your tracks when you’d approached the town square, finding a small stage with a band and lots of people dancing around everywhere. Mostly couples, that fact wasn’t lost on you. Din hadn’t noticed you stopped at first and had continued to walk on, almost dragged you behind him until you almost fell, stopping yourself with a soft oof.

“Y/N! Are you okay? I’m sorry I didn’t -”

“Dance with me?” you asked, completely cutting him off as the sounds of a familiar tune met your ears. It was one that was familiar from your childhood, you couldn’t quite place it, but it was comforting. When he didn’t respond, you knew something was up. He seemed to be looking anywhere but your face, and you titled your head to the side, “Mando?”

“Hmm?”

“I asked if you’ll dance with me…”

“I know…it’s just that there’s a lot of people already…”

“Please?”

“It’s crowded and we’ll probably-”

“For me?”

“Knock elbows with everyone-”

“Just one dance?”

“Music is very loud-”

“It won’t be bad.”

“And-”

“Mando,” you stopped him by grabbing his hands and holding them tightly in your own, facing him and all but forcing him to look at your face, “do…do you not want to dance with me?”

He felt a little pang tug at his heartstrings at the question you posed. Of course he wanted to dance with you, nothing would make him happier there was just one thing little setback, “I…don’t know how to dance.”

“What?!” you almost shouted at him before giggling lightly, “really? That’s all?”

“I never learned,” he admitted quietly and you desperately wished you could pull off the helmet and press gentle kisses all over his face, “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me,” you promised him, taking his hand and dragged him closer to the center of the dancing area, “and I promise you, it’s the simplest thing ever. I’ll teach you!”

And who was he to refuse an offer like that? He let you take the lead as you placed one of his arms around your waist and the took in yours, your free hand reaching up and snaking around his neck, pausing for just a moment to touch the slightest bit of exposed skin at the juncture of his shoulder and neck. He swallowed thickly as you slowly started swaying to the music, watching your feet to pick up the pattern. You thought your face might break from the size of smile on your face.

Like with most things, it didn’t take him long to pick up on how to move his body perfectly in time with yours, his footwork almost immaculate. Soon enough, he was taking the lead, which you gladly let take, eventually leaving almost no space between the two of you a time seemed to stand still. There was only one thing left on Din’s mind; how much he would have preferred to be armorless, just like you, and hold you directly almost his body.

“Credit for your thoughts?” you asked after he was silent sometime? He shook his head lightly before leaning down slightly and pressing his forehead against yours. You didn’t need anything more, you knew what it meant it.

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By the time you had returned to the Razor Crest, it was late and the Child was fast asleep, much as you were sure you’d soon be too. You’d quickly changed into bed clothes and were about to climb into bed when you heard the soft sounds of music coming from the small living area. Maybe it was just your tired mind, but you decided to investigate it anyway.

When you had made your way to the source of the music, your heart almost stopped at the sight of Din, only in sleeping clothes, looking back at you with the sweetest eyes and softest smile you had seen. It was a sight you had grown accustomed to, but it still took your breath away almost every time. What a shame, you thought to yourself, that such a wonderful face was hidden from the world. But you understood, you knew why.

“Hi,” he said as he took a few steps closer to you, almost seeming nervous.

“Hi,” you repeated as you took his face in between your hands, studying it momentarily before gently kissing his laps; they were soft, always so soft and every kiss told you more and more about him, “what’s all this then?”

“Will you dance with me?” he echoed your words from earlier and you were sure this was it. Your heart must have stopped and you had ascended.

“W-what?” was the only question you managed to get out as his hands found your waist.

“Will you,” he started as he pulled you closed against his warm and your hands instinctively found their way around his neck, “dance with me?”

“Yes,” was your simple reply as your buried your face in his shoulder, letting him hold you tightly as he started to sway to the soft music in the background. This is was it, this was pure and unadulterated happiness. You were content to stay in his arms forever.

Eventually, he mumbled something you couldn’t quite hear, his head resting on top of yours, occasionally pressing a few soft kisses to your hair.

“Hmm?” you asked, the sound in your throat vibrating against his chest as you tried to keep your eyes open. The soft motions were making harder and harder to evade sleep, but you would have been more than happy to remain just like that.

“I-I love you,” he repeated, almost shy, almost unsure if this was the time or place to finally, finally, say those words to you. But they felt right, they felt natural, and there was nothing but a sense of warmth flooding through his veins at the revelation. He could feel you grinning his skin as you gave his shoulder a few butterfly kisses. This was definitely it - everything.

“I love you too,” you said quietly, and the sensation in his body increased as he closed his eyes and let out a small sound of happiness, “that is one thing you will never have to question.”

Everything. This was it. With just a few small words.

#din Djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #star wars #dyn jarren x reader #dyn jarren #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #soft saturday #requests #prompts #I AM SOFT

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blackhakumen · 3 years

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Mini Fanfic #854: Jack-O Exercise (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

11:45 a.m. at Smash Mansion's Living Room........

Chun-Li: (Doing the Jack-O Pose on the Workout Mat Along With Fox) ('Whew') I think I'm starting to feel the burn already....(Turns to Fox) How are you doing over there, Foxy?

Fox: (Trying his Hardest to Maintain His Balance While Doing the Pose as Well) Fine!..... I think.....I might got hang of it this time.....(Sighs While Turning to Chun-Li) What did you say this kind of exercise is called again?

Chun-Li: The Jack-O pose. It's this new trend everyone been doing on the internet as of late. So I figured that rather than making a challenge out of it, I have it be one of our daily workout routines. Or at least see if we could try doing this a little more often. What do you think of it so far?

Fox: I like it...It takes a lot to get used to though..... You're a million times better at it than I am right now.....

Chun-Li: Foxy, you're giving yourself less credit here. You're clearly doing great so far yourself.

Fox: You.....think so?

Chun-Li: (Gives Fox a Reassuring Smile) I know so. Now just keep doing that a little while longer and we'll call it a break, got it?

Fox: (Nodded in Agreement) Yes, ma'am!

Chun-Li: That's the spirit!~ Keep putting your leg muscles into it!

Samus: (Watches Chun-Li and Fox (Mostly Chun-Li) Exercise From a Short Distance) You heard the lady, Fox-Man. Work those muscles! (Starts Sipping on her Strawberry Smoothie) ('Ahh') Same goes for you, babe. You're doing great already.

Chun-Li: Will do, Sam- Hey, wait a second. Samus....are you using your break time just to stare at my ass?

Samus: (Scoffs While Quickly Looking Away) No. There no way I would do something like that. I just..... observing how you were doing the whole exercise is all.

Chun-Li: (Already Has an Unconvinced Look on her Face) Oh really? If that's the case, then how come you're not observing us from the sofa?

Samus: I uh..... Didn't...think that was a good enough view?

Chun-Li: (Starts Pouting While Grumbling) .............

Samus: ('Sighs in Defeat') Okay. Fine. You caught me red-handed. But can you really me blame though? You are a very thicc lady after all.

Chun-Li: So are you, Sammy. But that doesn't mean you should use your break time simply just to enjoy the view. (Starts Blushing a Little) Besides, you could stare at it any other time you want, you know?

Fox: (Still Trying to Maintain his Balance) She's not wrong.....Also, I'm kind of hoping you're not staring at mines either.

Samus: (Starts Rolling her Eyes) Oh please, Foxy. I've seen your ass more times than I can count. (Starts Smirking Teasingly) I know how much cake you got back there~ (Starts Sipping on her Drink Some More)

Fox: (Starts Blushing While Looking Away) Y-Your thicker. Shut up....

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly at Fox's Dispense) Thickness aside, my point still stands on this, Samus. If you want to take this exercise routine seriously, you need to use this time to study and observe more into how it looks and function before you could try it out for yourself.

Samus: I wouldn't worry too much about that honestly. I've seen a few people doing this challenge lately. So I shouldn't have any problems doing it myself.

Chun-Li: (Raised an Eyebrow) Really? You think you have what it takes to do this pose?

Samus: Yep.

Chun-Li: While lasting five or more minutes doing it?

Samus: .........Seems like a tall order. But I have what it takes.

Chun-Li: ('Sigh') If you say so. (Turns to Fox) At ease, Foxy. (Softly Lays Herself Down and Starts Getting Up From her Mat) Our break time starts now.

Fox: ('Sighs in Relief') Finally......(Lays Himself Down While Getting Up From His Mat Afterwards) I honestly thought it would never end....(Makes his Way to the Sofa and Sit Himself Down in an Exhausted like Manner)

Chun-Li: The mat is yours, 'hon. Wish you the best of luck.

Samus: Thanks. (Starts Stretching a Little) But I think I got this no problem. (Gives Chun-Li her Drink) You mind holding this for me?

Chun-Li: (Receives Samus' Drink and Holds it For Her) Not it all.

After a few more stretches, Samus begins to make her way to one of the workout mats and starts getting into a crouching position that resembles that of the Jack-O's pose. It..... wasn't long until she's having trouble maintaining her balance throughout the whole recent process.

Samus: S-See?..... Nothing to it.....Told you this was easy......

Fox: You sure you can do it for a couple minutes? You look like you're about to-

Samus: I'M NOT SLIPPING OFF!....(Chuckles Awkwardly While Trying her Hardest Not to Lose her Balance) I mean....That would silly....The challenge is like a catwalk, right? I got this under control.....(I hope......)

Chun-Li: ('Sigh') She's definitely slipping alright.....(Hands Samus' Drink to Fox) Could you hold this for me, Foxy?

Fox: Yeah, sure. (Takes the Drink From Chun-Li's Hands and Holds it For Her)

Chun-Li: (Bows to Fox a Little) Thank you. (Makes her Way to Samus)

Samus: (Already Starting to Lose Balance and Slipping) Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit! Shit! Shit! SHIT-

Chun-Li: (Places her Hands onto Samus' Back and Arm in Time to Help Continue Maintaining her Balance) I gotcha, Sammy. Starting to get pretty challenging so far, doesn't it?

Samus: ('Sighs in Complete Relief') You don't know the half of it...... Thanks for the help, babe. How were you able to do this so easily?

Chun-Li: When you trained yourself to be more flexible for years to come, you tend have a bit of an easier time doing this sort of thing.

Samus: That makes sense. It's been a while since kept my flexibility in check.....or maybe I've gotten old.....

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly) You're not getting old, Sammy. Your body is just starting to get use to doing this sort of thing is all. And besides....(Smirks Playfully at her Girlfriend) I think you look wonderful in your current age~ (Gives Samus a Kiss on the Cheek)

Samus: (Smiles Softly While Blushing a Little) Thanks, babe. You too. (Starts Smirking Teasingly Again) Also, I totally noticed you checking out my ass earlier~

Chun-Li: (Eyes Widened in Disbelief While Blushing Bright Red) W-WHAT!? T-T-That's absurd! I would never do something like that!

Samus: (Smirk Grew a Little More Wider) You sure?~ Cause you did told me I was thick. Sooooo.....

Chun-Li: So nothing! I'm innocent!! (Turns to Fox) Tell her, Foxy!!

Fox: (Shrugs) I can't really help you on this one, teach. I was too busy spacing out the whole time. So.......(Slowly Starts Sipping on Samus' Smoothie)

Samus: (Immediately Glares at Fox) The fuck, dude!? That's my drink your sipping off of!

Fox: Well, excuse me for trying to cool off. I'm on break, remember?

Samus: Yeah. Doesn't mean you get to drink my smoothie!

Chun-Li: ('Sigh') Stop fighting already....(Turns to Fox) Foxy, could you please start getting your own smoothie before you upset Sammy even more than she should?

Fox: (Sighs in Defeat While Getting Himself Up From the Sofa) Yes, ma'am. You want one too?

Chun-Li: No thank you. Could you give a bottle of water instead?

Fox: Sure thing. (Makes his Way to the Kitchen)

Samus: ('Tch') Yeah. You better go in there and get your own smoothie, cake boy.

Fox: (Groans While Walking Faster) Shut up!

Samus: Make me! (Sticks her Tongue out at Fox)

Fox: (Gives Samus the Middle Finger While Not Even Looking at Her)

Chun-Li: ('Sigh') You guys really are like siblings, aren't you?

Samus: (Smiles Proudly) Yep. I wouldn't have it any other way.... I'm more mature than him by the way.

Chun-Li: (Starts Rolling her Eyes) Sure you are.

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#super smash ultimate #chun li #samus aran #fox mccloud #jack o challenge #humor #cute romance #samus x chun li #fox and samus brotp

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momoh-chiin · 4 years

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Okay y'all I'm gonna write some fucking FLUFF because these SUF episodes kicked my ASS and I wanna marry Steven, I'm sure you all want to do it too

HERE U GO, ENJOY!!!

Warnings: Published as I first wrote it, we die like man

Steven Universe x Female Reader - Proposal! (Takes place in SUF episode 13)

Steven couldn't help but feel down at the fact you knew perfectly about what to so with yourself while he was there unsure of what to do tomorrow day. The whole being pink and lonely thing didn't help either.

So that's why he's walking along with Ruby now, expressing his thoughts.

—I just wanna stay with her, like you and Sapphire!— Steven exclaimed, blushing a little. Then he did a dramatic pose as to get his point across—. (Y/N) is my future!

Ruby, who had been listening the whole time, squealed so hard she even burnt the grass.

—Steven! Propose!— She yelled happily.

—W-What?! Propose?!— He repeated, blushing furiously now—. I-I don't know about that...

—Don't tell me you hadn't thought about it!

—Uh... Well...—He tried to say otherwise, but ended up giggling and sighing lovingly at the thought of you married—. Yeah, I have.

—Then propose! Propose! Propose!!—Ruby yelled louder everytime, enthusiastic about the whole situation.

—Are you sure about it?—Steven asked, looking at the floor while playing with his fingers, embarrassed.

—Yeah! Also this is (Y/N) we are talking about! She loves you almost as much as I love Sapphire! You got this, dude!

Steven was feeling more and more enthusiastic with the whole proposal thing too. Yeah! You two loved each other! This was going to work!

—If you have any doubts, you can always ask a certain someone who can see the future!

But that wasn't necessary, Steven was going to propose, he was sure you would say yes!

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Everyone around Steven could feel his contagious happiness as he got everything he needed; he got a big bouquet of (your favorite flowers), a cake of (your favorite flavor), and also an accessory for your hair that matches your beautiful, (H/L) hair!

Dressing nicely with his best clothes, he went to Lion to make the last preparations at the best spot in the beach.

—Oh, Lion, this is going to be great! Just think about it!—Steven exclaimed as he prepared the place as romantically as possible—. She would so beautiful with a wedding dress! Or if she wants to use a suit, we could match! Flowers everywhere!—He sighed as he quickly finished, satisfied—. Come on, Lion! Before it gets too late!

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You were concentrating as much as you could, but now it was just so hard! How could you study if you were missing your boyfriend so much?

Yes, you two did call each other and texted as much as you could, but it wasn't the same. You wanted to kiss his cute face and cuddle any worry away!

As you kept fantasizing about your boyfriend, you almost didn't notice the little knock on your window. Frowning, you got up and opened your window. Your frown left your face as soon as you caught Steven.

—Steven! You are looking great! What brings you here?—You exclaimed, obviously happy about your boyfriend paying a visit.

—Well, I believe you will take a fifteen minutes break in about two minutes, right?—He asked hopefully, even if he already knew he was right. You giggled as you took out your phone and nodded.

—Yeah, right on spot!

—So, uh, I wanted to take you out for a little walk! You need some fresh air.

You blushed as you saw Steven nervousness, naively believing it was because he was worried about you.

—Aw, Steven! I—You started but got interrupted.

—I-I swear we'll be bad in fifteen minutes! And we'll go with Lion, so-

—No, silly! Let me change first! I'm not going out with my pyjamas!—You two laughed together as you changed for something nicer and fixed your hair as fast as you could. Nothing too fancy since you would be out for just fifteen minutes.

—Ready!—You ran out of your house, jumping to hug Steven, then getting comfortable for your ride.

—Alright, here we go!

You closed your eyes as Lion opened a portal and got in (man, you always got dizzy here). The second you opened your eyes though, you were shocked.

You should have known! Giggling as Steven helped you get off Lion, you wished you got something nicer, as "a walk" was basically a "picnic date".

—What's all of this, sweetie?—You asked, your eyes shining almost as much as the sun.

—Well, you see—Steven blushed as he took his free hand to his neck, a little —. I have something really important to tell you!

—Oh? What it is?—You asked again, tilting your head a little.

—Okay, so... You know you are really important to me, right?—Steven started, blushing a little bit more, if that was even possible. You nodded while smiling brightly, so he took that as his cue to continue—. I can't see myself in the future without you anymore. You are so fantastic, sweet, kind, nice, beautiful, and a lot more I can't say because I have less that ten minutes!—You both laughed at that—. But my point is, I love you so much, (Y/N), and I want to be myself... With you.

You were at the verge of tears, blushing almost as much as Steven.

—Aww, Steven, that's so cute!

Although you couldn't continue your response, as you saw Steven get on one knee, taking a little box out of his jacket.

—Will you marry me?

SO THIS IS FUCKING LONG FOR ME AND I WANNA DO 2 ENDINGS, SO SECOND PART INCOMING Y'ALL

REQUESTS FOR SU ARE CLOSED!

#steven universe x reader #steven quartz universe x reader #steven universe imagine #Steven Universe x Reader scenario

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inkyveins · 3 years

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sunflower, waves, waterfalls, freckles, blushing, watercolour (ooo there’s a u), pine, & clouds!!

you don’t have to answer all of them but i’m just curious about you bc i love you 🥰

aaaa love you too!!! only senpai i'd have a dramatic mid-game flashback about, catch me screaming "선배!!!!" and going absolute feral magical girl on the opponents. (also i am so sorry this is so long asdlfjs;lk)

Answers under the cut! (of course I answered all of them, this just feeds my inflated sense of self-importance uwu)

sunflower: if there was a door that went to a city that was a good representation of you, what city would it be and would you go through the door?

Honestly? With my emotional repression and questionable coping mechanisms, we're headed for Ba Sing Se, babeyyyy~♥ I think it'd be a door to the city I studied abroad in (not to be that guy, but...) because it's got that small town, secluded calm but is also just a short ways away from a bigger, more urban city so you can vibe at all energy levels. I would definitely go through the door (although if the city is a good representation of me, it's definitely infested with night terror demons or something).

waves: is there one music genre you can’t listen to?

Modern country ("i'm cheating on my wife with my tractor" style. Not Jolene-era. I vibe with Jolene). Leaves a bad taste in my mouth and an unpleasant ring in my skull.

waterfalls: describe your perfect date.

*cracks knuckles* alrighty, buckle up buttercup, we're about to go on a

Mental Journey.

So we meet at a park (ideally there is an outdoor photography/art exhibition because I'm extra like that) and walk around a bit, people/art-watching and chatting. We take photos of each other in front of our favorite pieces (and yes there are Moments where we pose each other and share brief but meaningful Wordless Gazes), and then take a picture together in front of the art. Later on, we'll draw silly memes/stickers on these and send them to each other, but for now, on to the secondary location! It's a bookshop/café, where we sample each other's pastries and point out our fave authors/books. There's a frankly sickening amount of poetry/literature being quoted/purposely misquoted/slipped into conversation throughout this entire thing. (No this is not realistic, no I don't care)

freckles: what’s something that makes you happy? describe the first thing that comes to your head.

The feeling of making something delicious for a loved one and seeing them enjoy it. Knowing that something I made with love is being loved is such a nice feeling!

blushing: describe a rad person you know.

There's this girl I know who is so incredibly resilient and brave. I really admire her because she's been through a Lot, but it's so important to her that she doesn't let it make her cynical or hardhearted. She approaches life with so much mindfulness and kindness, even when it's difficult, and her emphasis on making conscious decisions that make her happy with herself is so rad. We went to highschool together and she's one of the few people I still talk to from that Dark Age lmao.

watercolour: talk about something someone you are interested in can do that never fails to make you find them attractive?

Get excited about something they really care about! Bro if they get that sparkly look in their eyes and start speeding up when they talk....it's over. Critical hit, fatality, doki doki ultimate tachycardia.

pine: if you could only smell one scent for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Freshly bloomed jasmine flowers 🌸

clouds: list your top 5 songs at the moment and how they make you feel

(song names are links to yt)

Paprika (Japanese Breakfast) - hopeful; bro this song makes me wanna dance! This song makes me okay with being afraid of the future and plunging into it anyways.

Amandoti (Måneskin w/Manuel Agnelli) - look this song has everything: glam rock, ballad, tender crooning, rad bassline. Makes me want to stomp around in platforms, kiss someone with red lipstick and call them lover, maybe do a little h*ndh*lding.

Fresh Blood (전동석, Dracula the Musical) - vibin and mildly nostalgic; Dong Suk Jeon is my favourite Dracula in the Korean run of the musical and the way he snarls out some of these lines is so deliciously wicked. Every time I listen to this song I remember the first time I heard it, when I was putting together my honors thesis proposal

Your Blood (Nothing But Thieves) - seen; the lyrics really resonate with how I've been feeling lately about Asian-American identity

Posing in Bondage (Japanese Breakfast) - hnnggh I love Michelle Zauner so much, this song makes me feel like my reflection stepped out of the mirror, gave me a hot pocket, and told me it was okay to cry. (also makes me think about Asian American identity in a really raw way; honorary mention too for Slide Tackle from the same album)

#ask game #thank you kaycee #long post #jinx.txt

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cutegirlmayra · 5 years

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Feelin the Shadamy feels lately, so would you care to write a story where Shadow survives the end of SA2 and goes back to Amy on the ark? Thanks for what you do!

Ugh, me too. Me too.

And thank you ;u;

Gentle reminder that Prompts are on Shutdown! Don’t send me a prompt request till they reopen! :Db

Prompt:

Tails approaches Sonic, wearily watching him gaze out the window. “Sonic?”

Sonic shakes his head down, “It was a close call.” He turns and smiles as Shadow approaches the two from behind.

“Ah! Shadow!” Tails exclaims, spinning around and not sure if he should attack him or not.

“Easy, buddy. He’s cool.” Sonic explains, somewhat, and walks over to Shadow. He playfully whacks his shoulder, “Tough job, you may have the workings of a hero in you yet, Shadow!”

“Hmph, I wasn’t created for sporting a hero’s smile.” He steps away from Sonic, dusting off the place where he touched. “All this has done for me is left me with more unresolved questions. I don’t need your gratitude, just your compliance.” he folded his arms.

“Oh? Is that so? I see.” Sonic, without skipping a beat, cheerily leaned his body a bit and folded his own arms, as though to mirror Shadow but in a more relaxed way. “Well, you’re still getting one. Thanks, Shadow!” He charmingly gave him a thumbs-up, and Tails jumped with his fist held high.

“Yeah!”

“What’s the compliance?” Knuckles and Rouge entered then, angling their bodies towards each other, but looking squarely at Shadow.

“You aren’t sayin’ you’re gonna ask for our quiet demise some other time are ya?!” Knuckles swung an arm out, but Rouge placed a hand on her hip and sharply turned her head to him.

“Enough. He’s clearly not being hostile. You are!”

“What!? You-!” Knuckles stepped toward her but she broke eye-contact and turned her cheek to him, addressing Shadow again and ignoring Knuckles’s outburst toward her.

“You were saying?”

“Wha?! Hmph!” Knuckles saw the blatant turnaround and kicked the ground as he turned away from her, walking off by Sonic.

“Only to stay out of my way…” Shadow unfolded his arms, then looked to Tails and Sonic.

Sonic nodded, closing his eyes and opening them in the process.

Shadow lowered his head, acknowledging that Sonic had heard his request and accepted it.

“I simply want answers. Nothing more.” Shadow began to walk off, moving passed Rouge as she followed him with her eyes.

“Kinda moody for an ultimate lifeform, don’t you think?” she teased, tilting her head as Tails rushed over to the center of the bunch.

“B-but! What if he tries to hurt people again! We’re just gonna forgive him like that? Q-quick! Someone put a tracker on him!” he pointed to Shadow’s direction, but Knuckles and Sonic looked to each other, then away as Sonic gave a smirk to Tails.

“Come on, Tails. He kinda did help me save the planet.” He stood beside him, comforting his worried friend.

“Y… yeah, I guess that’s true.” Tails looked to where Shadow had left, then Sonic, and then to the ground, letting the topic go.

“Besides, he’ll have to face me again if that happens! And everyone knows I’m the fastest hedgehog alive!” Sonic struck a pose, and Tails happily laughed with him.

As Shadow continued down the hallway, he looked at the battered metal with old bullet holes in it… contemplating exactly what had happened, to the best of his memory.

“If this is what you wanted, Maria,… then I’ll stop this path, and find another way to achieve the purposes you asked for.” He continued to study the area, but nothing was triggering his mind. “Whatever those may be… and however much I may not agree with it.” he shook his head, not sure if saving the earth was right, but knowing that if Maria wanted it, then he had no choice but to follow it.

“Soooniiicc!!!!”

“Huh?” He stopped to turn around but was ambushed by the girl’s doting arms in yet another accident. “You never cease to forget to look first before jumping.”

Amy continued to smother him before realizing this texture felt a little off. “O-oh..?” Her arm felt fluff… that wasn’t right.

She also squinted her eyes to the black and red contrast on Sonic’s features… wait…

“Oh no!” she pulled away, “It’s Shadow!” she reached her arms back and quickly pattered her feet away from him. “Wait, if you survived, then Sonic must have come back too, right!?” she put her hands gratefully to her chest. “Oh, thank goodness. I was really worried about you two!”

“…You were… worried… about me?” Shadow looked a bit in shock, unable to understand that.

“Huh? Silly, of course I was! You both had me scared! When you dashed off to help Sonic save the world, I just knew you weren’t a bad guy!” she swayed a bit in her words, then pointed very sternly to Shadow. “Bad guy’s don’t say they’ll keep their promises! What was that promise you were referring to, anyway? I don’t remember asking you for anything.”

As she continued to speak, Shadow grew more… was it embarrassed?

He looked to the ground, his eyes darting around before turning away from her, gesturing to the world. “I remembered making a promise long ago to someone… your words… they brought those memories back to me.” he tightened his fist, bringing it in before his shoulders fell a bit from their rising tension, and then he nodded to Amy. “Before, I asked for no thanks… simply because I realized this was what I should have done all along. You… The thanks I received should be given back to you.”

He walked towards Amy, making her a little nervous as she looked up into his serious eyes, “Shadow…”

He placed a Chaos Emerald in her hand. Its glow and radiance looked much like the earth’s surface in hue and light…

The two stared at the emerald… before back up at each other.

“Thank you…”

“For what? Reminding you of a long lost promise? You really are kinda weird, but for that person’s sake, I’ll gladly accept your thanks.” Amy nodded, but something tugged at her heartstrings then. It didn’t really feel appropriate to have him thanking her, she didn’t feel like what she did was really the cause of his sudden change of heart.

“You’ve had that promise buried in you all this time. If anyone should give thanks, you should give it to that person you made a promise with, right?” she tilted her head cutely, and he seemed to be processing her words.

“Perhaps you’re right.” He started to think about it, before turning around and walking off.

“Oh, that reminds me.” He turned his head to look over his shoulder somewhat back at Amy, “I never did fully learn your name…”

“It’s Amy! Amy Rose!” She let out her signature vocal pattern and then waved to him. “I’ll always remember your name, Shadow! Shadow the Hero!”

“Amy…Rose… And a Hero..? You sound just like him.” He walked forward, repeating her name as he departed. “Farewell, Amy Rose. Sonic The Hedgehog… and Space Coloney Ark…” He then closed his eyes.

“Forever.”

“Huh?” Amy watched him round the corner, not sure what he meant by that…

She placed her hands over the Chaos Emerald and close to her chest as Sonic and the others came by.

“Hey, Amy. Long time no see!”

“Oh, Sonic!” She spun around, rushing into his arms. “How could you! I thought you were-! Ohhh, Sonic!” she dug herself into him, remembering that for a moment, he had almost died from a trap that exploded in space!

“W-woah! Hang on, Amy! It’s all good! Yikes! Don’t pull me so hard! Amy..!” she kept on laughing as Sonic protested little by little, but something still plagued her thoughts.

“Hey…” She pulled away, revealing the Chaos Emerald as she brought her hands forward from her chest. “Shadow gave this to me… And for saving my life back there… I’ll give it to you.”

Sonic looked down at the Chaos Emerald. He took it a moment and nodded to her. “Thank you.” then stuck it away.

“Hehe! That’s the second time someone’s thanked me today!” she chimed, as Tails walked over to her.

“What do you mean, Amy?”

“Well… Ah! That’s right! Shadow! I forgot!” She suddenly grew panicked and took off. Waving behind her, she encouraged them to not follow, “I’ve gotta make sure he gets back to earth, alright! What if he tries to use that fake Chaos Emerald!”

Knuckles suddenly jolted back in spot, “Oh no! That’s too far a distance! He’ll not make it!”

“You mean… if that’s what he was planning.” Rouge argued, “I don’t think the bloke’s stupid enough to consider that…”

“We needed the Chaos Emeralds… but maybe he thinks he can get by with Sonic’s fake Emerald?” Tails looked to Sonic.

“Either way, I’m not leaving a new friend behind!” Sonic struck a cool pose, showing his resolve as he took off. “Come on! We’ll find him! Leave no asteroid unturned!”

“Got it!” the others agreed, taking off.

As Amy searched, she gasped.

Seeing Shadow prepare an old containment pod to put him back into sleep, possibly killing him this time since he probably didn’t know exactly how to do it…

And there was a location… he was going to blast himself into space…

“No!” Amy shook her head, her face full of horror as she read the screens he had momentarily programmed to start up on its own. “Shadow, stop!”

She dashed to the pod as he approached it, grabbing his arm.

“L-…Let me go.” Shadow struggled a bit.

“Don’t do this! You belong on earth! Like the rest of us!” she wouldn’t cease, and he was somewhat confused by her odd strength.

“This must be… I’m not like anything on earth. I don’t belong there. I don’t belong here, either… You don’t understand what I am.” He tried to fight against her, but it was clear he was lenient in actually repelling her away. He didn’t want to hurt her.

“I don’t care what you are!” she shouted out, stopping him a moment from tolerating her moxie against him.

Her words shook him to his core.

“You… What?” his eyes quaked, widened by her sudden outburst.

“If what you are scares you from living a full life… then reinvent yourself!” she ducked her head down, making sure her arms were like iron bars he couldn’t escape from.

It was an awkward hold, her still gripping him from behind and him trying not to hurt her while attempting to move away and get in the pod that would make him sleep while he drifted aimlessly into space for eons and endless years.

“You… You don’t know what you’re saying. Let me go!” he tried to be a bit more forceful in his voice now, but she continued to struggle against him.

“No! This isn’t right, Shadow! What about your promise to me? Do you remember!? I have a new promise, promise you’ll stay! Promise me you’ll try and understand what you just saved! See the world for what it really is, a beautiful new home for yourself! You can be whoever you want to be on earth! No one will despise you!”

He couldn’t believe her words this time.

“That’s enough. Release me!” he was threw listening to the ramblings of a child.

“No!” She felt him using more of his strength now, his large hands finally placing themselves on her head and shoulder.

“Amy… You don’t realize what you’re saying.” She knew nothing of him. Nothing of his origin. He was a monster, that’s all he needed to know. Earth didn’t hold the answers he so desperately desired. Nothing did. It was all dead and gone… like he should be.

“I do! I know far more than you because I’ve seen earth! I know the precious lives that you’ve saved and you don’t, Shadow! You don’t know!”

“I’ve never saved any lives!” growing more frustrated, he bent his knees and began to push back against her, realizing he doubted her initial strength. His memories swarmed with Maria, the ones he could recall, anyway. “All I do is end lives… even if I don’t want too, and even if it costs me a promise!”

“Make a new one! I dare ya!” she pushed back against him, and for a moment, his feet scooted back and almost gave way at the sudden velocity of her shove.

“Ah…” He was actually kinda impressed, but quickly withdrew the thought. “I’m growing tired of this..!” he threw an arm up, whacking her back as she fell and landed on her back. “You may have swayed me before, Amy. But this isn’t something you can interfere with again!” he spoke with much more firmness in his voice now, a dark essence dripping from his tone. “If you only knew… the destruction I could cause to your precious earth… you’d let me turn into a forgotten curse.” He held his hand up, picturing the earth before lowering his hand into a shaking fist. “Leave me…” he swiped his hand back and began to load himself into the pod.

He put his arms in a similar position as when he had awoken from Eggman triggering his activation. He intertwined his fingers and let his head rest back, breathing in the fumes that would place him back into a warm, comatose state.

“Maria… Forgive me.” He closed his eyes, “I should have never been created… or you’d still be with us.”

“Preparing launch sequence.”

“Grr… ughh… GRAAAHH!!” Amy swung her Piko Piko Hammer into the pod.

It cracked the pod.

“What?” He opened his eyes and looked around, seeing the electricity spark and red lights flash on with yellow sirens spinning around.

“Containment breach. Launch in jeopardy.”

“HAAA!” Amy continued to swing into the pod.

Shadow’s eyes studied the girl, the powerful swings, the tears in her eyes..?

“Why… tears?” Then something happened, he felt an emotion pour from a heart he didn’t know he had.

With each swing, Amy’s arms would lift and he would see her. When it crashed down, he would see Maria, crying and desperately placing her hand on the containment pod.

His heart melted again, and he tightened his jaw, leaning back and kicking the pod to escape.

“Launch still imminent. No emergency code registered. 10…9…8-”

“SHADOW!” Amy cried out.

He strained against the militarized, seemingly glass surface.

“7…6….5…4…3…2-”

“You promised!” Amy cried out, her eyes like shattered pieces of a prism, shining with an endearing love for the stranger she had only just met. “Promise you will stay!”

“1.”

“…GrraAAAHHH!!! I PROMISE!” Shadow shouted out, the two’s force finally breaking the pod as it blasted out into space.

“Shadow!” Sonic and the others finally arrived, as Sonic threw the Fake Chaos Emerald, having found it slammed dunked like he remembered.

Shadow, being tossed around by the speed of which the pod was launched, finally was able to maneuver himself to grabbing the Fake Emerald.

He looked to Amy, “I’ll keep my promises… I’ll see you on earth… I’m not a bad guy, then… right, Amy?” he looked at the Fake Emerald in his hand, her image on the other side of it.

“Hmph, very well. I’m no hero, but I’ll keep my new promise to you.” He held up the Fake Emerald, “Chaos..! Control!”

It shook him to his core, but because he had far more chaos power than Sonic, the Fake Emerald was enough to send him to earth’s surface.

He fell unconscious, landing after the shining light had brought him to a beautiful forest.

The Fake Emerald rolled out of his hands, shattering from its final use, and Shadow blinked his eyes open.

The first thing he noticed was the rays from above, the sun hitting his fingers and causing light to part into shadows on the ground around him.

He tried to focus his exhausted eyes, then looked to see trees… felt grass… heard nature for the first time.

“Ma… Maria…” He barely could mouth it out, feeling his consciousness slipping away again, his eyes getting blurry as they faded in and out… he spoke one other sound…

“I see it… A-… Amy… I see what we’ve saved…”

And then, darkness… as was his fate.

#shadamy #cutegirlmayra #shadowxamy #shadamy prompt #sonic prompt #SA2 #sonic adventure 2 battle #sonic adventure 2 prompt #SA2 prompt #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #shadow and amy

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mythicamagic · 4 years

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Halloween prompt 2, SessKag please

• Person A thinking that Person B is staring at them because B is just someone creepy but when B tells them that they actually recognize that A dressed up as an obscure character and they get really excited to talk about their obscure show/movie/book together

(again I cheated on this a lil bit lol)

Kagome wandered down the street with Souta, smiling as her younger brother jabbered on about the number of candies he’d gotten. It was nice, spending time with him. He was around that age that he’d become reluctant about trick or treating with his sister, conscious of his ‘image’ but at least this year they’d had a great time.

She’d felt a degree of guilt for spending so much time in the Feudal Era, missing out on all his studies. At least some good had come from the well closing, despite her subsequent misery. Glancing up, she caught the eye of a man stood on a street corner. A light cast his dark hair in a luminous glow, his still figure unsettling for some reason.

Adjusting her costume, Kagome frowned as they walked by him. Hadn’t she seen him earlier? She was sure of it. Down the street. And again by the bus stop.

A cold prick of sweat broke out on the back of her neck. Creep.

Were they being followed?

“What’s wrong, Kagome?” Souta blinked up at her.

She quickly shook her head, not wanting to scare him. “It’s nothing.”

Luckily she could see the shrine steps ahead, and swat him lightly on the back. “Race you to the top?”

Souta rolled his eyes, before breaking into a sprint. Gasping, Kagome laughed and hurried after him. “Cheater! I didn’t say start!”

Her brother bolted up the seemingly endless stairs, while she hesitated on the 10th step, stopping. Catching her breath, she turned, finding the man stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up at her.

It was only then that she clicked, exhaling in a rush as her heart pounded. “S-sesshoumaru?”

The hair, eyes, ears and clothes were different, changed by centuries into something more befitting a demon posing as a human. Nonetheless, he still possessed the same regal tilt of his chin and direct stare.

He inclined his head, grey eyes turning gold and roving down her outfit.

“W-what are you doing here?” She squeaked. “I mean I’m glad you are, it’s great that you survived! But why didn’t you just come up to me to say hello earlier?”

Instead of following us like a stalker, she didn’t add, too overwhelmed. She didn’t think it was possible to feel so elated about seeing the murderous demon again.

He merely observed her, tilting his head. “This one was trying to remember where I had seen that outfit before. Now it is obvious; you are dressed as the priestess Midoriko.”

Kagome felt her cheeks blaze red, fiddling with the secures of her armour. “You…knew her?”

“No, merely seen paintings.”

“Ah, well I found her kind of inspiring. You’re the first person to know who she is, everyone else thought I was cosplaying a character from a game,” she smiled sadly, padding down a few steps to him. It felt surreal, seeing him again after two years. She wondered what it was like for him and if she even mattered. If he’d thought of her at all over those long years.

Sesshoumaru stayed still, rooted on the spot. “Why are you dressed like her?”

Kagome blinked, wondering why he seemed to care so much. There was so much more to talk about than her silly costume. “It’s Halloween. I’m pretending to be an amazing priestess with incredible power who fought off hoards of demons. She inspired so many with her skill and sacrifice.”

Golden eyes flashed, thin, cruel lips pressing into a grim line. “Foolish.”

“H-huh?”

He tossed his head, sneering at her in an achingly nostalgic way. “You do not need to pretend to be her, in order to possess those traits. They are yours. Forgetting such a thing is weak and beneath you.”

Kagome’s breath halted, her world off-kilter suddenly. He was…complimenting her? What the hell had happened to him in those centuries apart? And why was her heart racing?

“That’s…I mean I-” she trailed off, feeling too alive and awake suddenly. Like he’d knocked the dust off her memories dulled by Present day life. That’s right. That was who she’d been.

“Hey KAGOME!”

She jolted, turning on her heel to look up the vast stretch of white stairs to see Souta waving at her from the top, probably wondering what she was doing. Waving back, she glanced at the demon lord, before boldly stepping closer and grabbing his hand. “Come on, silly. It’s been years since we’ve seen each other and you’re talking about outfits. We’ve got catching up to do.”

Tugging, Kagome gave him no choice but to follow her. She didn’t really have cause to touch him so freely, after all, he’d been an ally, not a friend. But their shared experiences and memories wouldn’t allow for shyness.

“Perhaps you have not forgotten,” his quiet silky voice floated into her hearing. “It seems your audacity has not changed, foolish miko.”

She smiled to herself, wondering at the softness of his tone as they walked up the shrine steps.

#sesskag #sesshoumaru x kagome #asks

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nautiscarader · 4 years

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5 - Zack/Melissa

(this was one of the smutember prompts, together with another 5, with a dose of 23, roleplay and some pregnancy shenanigans. for @vickyships)

((Ao3)(Next>>)

They say that a moment after an orgasm, one can achieve the state of ultimate clarity of mind, and right now, Zack knew what that meant. His hips slowed down, sending last spurts of his thick warmth inside Melissa’s body, while his girlfriend let out softer and softer mewls with each one, arching her body as her orgasm permeated throughout her body, forcing her to thrash underneath him.

Zack blinked, looking at the angelic, blissful face of his lover. Her curly hair looked even move dishevelled, a proof that the past half an hour wasn’t just a dream, though it has certainly seemed like this. They came back from the party just a little bit drunk, and from dance number five Melissa was giving him more than subtle signs that the she had enough courtship rituals, and she is ready for what comes after the mating dance.

She started undoing his shirt in the elevator, not caring if they’ll run into other students on their floor, though fortunately, they did not. They crashed onto his bed, and though at first they acted clumsily, they quickly picked up the pace, especially after Melissa took the package of condoms from Zack and threw it aside, speaking a line that made him sink inside her in an instant.

- Take me raw tonight, baby.

Raw. Zack blinked again. Something wasn’t right. Melissa’s soft, needy moans echoed in his head, and as he looked at her, he remembered the words that made him lose himself inside her, again and again.

- Yes, Zack! Give me… give me every drop…

He could almost feel her feet gently kicking his back, simultaneously locking him in the position she needed him in, and prompting him to cum.

Drops of cold sweat appeared on Zack’s forehead, and it took him another minute to realise why. And then he felt it, the un-familiar stickyness he was afraid of, and he looked between their sweaty bodies, as he pulled out of her. He gasped when the first glob of his cum bubbled from Melissa’s used, twitching pussy, to which his girlfriend replied only with another tired, content moan.

Zack looked back at her smiling face with one of pure terror and stuttered the only thought he had on his mind.

- Mel….Melissa! I… I came inside!

The red-head closed her arms around his neck and brought his shivering lips to hers.

- Mhm, yes you did. - she let out a lecherous moan - More than once from what I can feel. And trust me, what you can see is just a tip of your creamy iceberg…

Zack looked once again between their bodies, watching as a small river of cum flows from her opening. He wasn’t sure what was worse, the sheer volume of it, or the nonchalance Melissa was taking this danger in.

- Melissa, what-what’s gonna happen now? - Mhm, I think we both passed high school biology, we know what will. - she brought him to her lips again - The usual procedure is for a man to completely freak out, you are doing great sweetie - she added - And then, well…

She moved her arm towards her underbelly, guiding Zack’s together with her, pressing it against her heated body.

- I might start looking for a bit bigger dresses from now on… - she kissed him - I might already pick a bigger size, cos there is no way only one of your boys will find his girl here.

Melissa moved his hand up, and watched as his eyes get bigger and bigger, as he sobered up. She then put her hand back at her entrance and took a handful of his cum between her fingers and licked it off, short-circuiting his brain again.

- Mhm, there’s so much of it… - she moaned, sliding her finger in and out - It really would be shame if it all go to waste… - W-Wait, I-I know what to-do do! - Zack suddenly screamed and jumped back, almost falling from his bed, and sprinted to the only other room of his small student dorm. - Don’t worry, I got it here. - Melissa reached for the paper towels and cleaned up the hefty mess her boyfriend left her. - Actually, if you’re in the bathroom, bring me my blue satchel, I want to make sure I took… the… the…

Hearing Zack’s bare footsteps Melissa looked back and for a split of her heart stopped. Her mind was evidently slower too, as it took her a moment to realise why her boyfriend was on one knee next to his bed, and why the thing he was holding in his hand looked nothing like her prescriptions.

- …pills.

His eyes widened when she finished her sentence, and for a long while neither of the two naked young adults could utter a word, looking at themselves, petrified in their undignified poses.

- Z-Zack? - Melissa’s voice quivered and she felt a tear in her eye. - Melissa? - he stuttered - You’re… you’re not… - Of course not, silly. - Melissa laughed, wiping the river of tears that flowed on her cheeks. - I-I’d never… Zack, is that what I think it is? - she pointed to the box with golden ring inside it. - Uh, y-yeah…

Zack scratched his head and stood up, sitting on the edge of the bed. he felt that a second longer on the cold floor would make him collapse.

- We, we basically thought… - We? - Me and Milo. We came up with the plan, that you know, if something does come up, and-and we screw things with protection, cos you, know, stuff happens with us… a lot - he raised his brow - We-we wanted to be sure that you and Amanda won’t be left and…

He shied away and looked back at her, and nearly dropped the ring when Melissa erupted into laughter, throwing her arms around his neck, peppering him with kisses.

- Oh, my beautiful idiot. Beautiful medical student idiot. - I wouldn’t let you cum inside me without protection. And even if we had an accident, it’s not irreversible… Though, then again, with you, it might very well be…

She looked between her legs, where a veritable pool of white, thick substance has poured from her twitching pussy, surprising even her.

- But still, that was very thoughtful and romantic of you. - she kissed him - Shall we continue?

Melissa stretched out her hand, prompting Zack to go back to his original plan. He kneeled again, cleared his throat and asked with a quivering voice.

- So, Melissa Chase, would-would you do me the honour and… be my wife? - Yes, yes I will - she replied, her cheeks burning with heat. - Though maybe after college?

She let Zack put on the ring with a rectangular, green stone, then she grabbed him and pulled him into her arms, kissing him senselessly, as they rolled back and forth. She let him win, and as if their misunderstanding never happened the two landed almost precisely where they finished, carefully avoiding the dreadful wet spot Zack has created.

- So… so you’re not gonna get pregnant… - Not right now. -she smiled - Though you say this as if you were disappointed… - N-no! - he stammered and tried to stand up, but her arms and legs have already locked him in place.

Melissa leaned her head onto his shoulder and whispered into his ear, feeling his cock already springing back to life with each word.

- Admit, it, Zack, you would like that… - she cooed - You’ve been imagining me begging you to fill me with your seed… - Melissa… - Ssh, Zack.

She cupped his face, and only when she saw a faint smile on his lips she continued.

- Okay, so… it’s five years from now, we’re engaged, we’ve finished our studies, and we’ve decided it’s time to make the family a bit bigger… - Do we have the money? - Oh, yes, we do. - she giggled - Enough for twins, or maybe triplets… The questions is…

She brought his trembling face against hers.

- …do you have it in you?

Melissa shrieked, as instead of a reply, she was pulled into the air, and the very next second she felt her pussy being spread open when Zack impaled her onto his cock, and began swinging her back and forth. She automatically tightened her grip on him, letting only soft mewls escape her lips whenever he would hilt himself completely inside her. She was quite frankly stunned where he could gather the strength for it, after this evening,but at the moment, her mind was too filled with lust to overthink it. The cum from his previous orgasm acted as a lube, making his dives even smoother, stimulating each inch of her pussy many times more than she’d imagine, driving her to pleasure almost immediately.

- Za-Zack! - she cried, watching as his face gets torn with grimace after grimace - Keep-keep going, baby! - Tell me… - he wheezed - Tell me what you want…

Melissa clutched his head and brought her lips to his in a long and ravenous kiss, but as if that wasn’t enough, she clarified it when they parted, looking directly into his eyes.

- I want every single drop of your virile cum in my-my pussy… - she whispered - A-Actually, send it to-to my womb… I’m so fertile right now… I so ne-need you…

She shrieked again when Zack gently tossed her into the air, to put her legs onto his shoulders. They both knew he won’t gonna last long, and Melissa had a perfect way to bring him to his climax she was craving.

- Zack, baby… Let’s have one!

Melissa cried when she felt her boyfriend collapse on top of her. Free of his impressive, but tiresome position, and with her legs pressed against her body, his final few pushes were certainly the deepest, and when he finally cried her name, Melissa replied with his, hoping her walls will milk him of each drop of his cum shooting in long, thick ropes directly down her pussy and into her womb. Her legs flailed above his body each time a new portion of his cream filled her, and Melissa almost felt that with each hefty dose her orgasm starts anew, making her babble incoherent, mangled bits of words that would have created lewd and carnal taunts to keep Zack cumming, if her mind was not overwhelmed by pleasure.

And just like before, it took the tired lovers a few minutes to regain their senses, and with their lips pressed against each other, that moment was prolonged until Zack had to assure himself again.

- Okay, so, that was a roleplay too, right? - Yes. I’m hundred percent safe. - she nodded - I’ve got a magical ring now, and I can now do stuff like that.

She pointed her ring finger against him and playfully pushed him, making him move his body around.

- I wonder if I get the allergy to colour yellow, like in the comics… - I’m gonna get some clean sheets. - Zack spoke, giving her hand a kiss. - Wait, wait. - she reached and grabbed his phone - Let’s document this…

With her legs already high up, she just had to wait for her used pussy to twitch one more time, and a steady trickle of cum oozed from it, making more and more mess, proving Zack’s virility and love for her. Melissa reached between her legs, looked at the phone in Zack’s trembling hands and brought a handful of his seed to her lips, slowly licking it, hoping the lighting has captured the entirety of her lewd show she has put on.

- Now you have something to look at when we don’t see each other for a whole day. - she smiled, letting her legs down - And hey, if something does go wrong, now we have technically the first picture of our… - Melissa!

Zack cried, before Melissa jumped up and kissed him again, silencing his worries.

#melizack #zalissa #lemon #Anonymous #nautiscaraderfics

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lady-charinette · 5 years

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A Clawful Plan & A Pawssibly Good Day (Chapter 10) - Dinner for Two Marichat Fic

A Clawful Plan & A Pawssibly Good Day

Plagg quietly sipped at his coffee the next morning, idly watching Pierre set down the chairs for the morning hours when the restaurant would open for business.

His voice seemed loud in the emptiness of the large space and the lack of the usual talk of the crowd and bustling kitchen, “Did Adrien say when he would be back today?”

The chair scraped slightly against the floor and Pierre pushed it under the table neatly, a sigh escaping him, “He said to expect him just before-“

The doors opened as if on cue and the blond himself walked in, hoodie pulled down deeper to cover his face, hair messy, “Hello Pierre, Plagg.” Adrien moved the protective cover of the hoodie away from his face, smiling tiredly at his friends, “I’m sorry for being late, had late night shoots yesterday and an exam earlier this morning.” He didn’t have any eyebags, he couldn’t allow himself to, being a model, but Plagg could definitely see the exhaustion in that green stare.

“Why don’t ya take the day off? It’s a Wednesday.” Wednesdays were reserved for Adrien to freely study for university if his schedules called for it, like upcoming exams or catching up with lost lectures or attend events his father forced him to go to.

Adrien rubbed his chin, resting his hand on his hip and Plagg snickered at the model pose, “Wednesdays are always so full of customers, are you guys going to be alright?” he scratched the back of his head, a sign he was uncomfortable with ditching work.

Pierre offered a kind smile, “Of course, you don’t have to worry at all Adrien. Just make sure to keep up with your studies and don’t forget to rest too.”

Adrien smiled at the elder man, bowing slightly in gratitude, “Thank you Pierre.” He looked at Plagg, who was watching him curiously, “Plagg, don’t trash the VA room again, please.”

The dark-haired man rolled his eyes playfully, “Yeah, yeah, mom don’t worry. Now shoo and go before I change my mind and sit your ass down here.” Plagg was about to take a sip of his coffee before an arm planted itself around his shoulders abruptly and a hand roughly ruffled his already messy raven hair.

“Thanks Plagg, Pierre! You guys are the best!” with a smile to Pierre, the blond raced out of the restaurant, leather bag filled with today’s lecture papers.

Pierre chuckled at the dark, murderous frown on Plagg’s face, “Shut it old man.”

Pierre’s expression changed drastically, a brief flicker of something more sinister shining in those old, brown eyes, “Excuse me, Plagg?”

The raven haired man stiffened, “A-Apologies sir!”

The old butler nodded approvingly, his usual friendly disposition in place and Plagg sighed in relief, sagging further into his seat, muttering about secret demon butlers and pesky blonds.

His phone vibrated with a new message and he lazily took it out, quickly typing in the password and opening the messages.

They were from Tikki.

‘Good morning stinky sock! I hope the cheese cake I made you yesterday was alright. Have a nice day at work, catch you for lunch tomcat!’

A heartwarming smile softened his normally sharp features, Pierre discreetly watching the man’s lips transform into a gentle smile as he typed a reply.

‘Morning, sugar cube. Of course it was, it was purrfect. Don’t overwork yourself either today, I’ll wait for you with lunch outside the shop.’

Adding a silly emoji at the end, Plagg sent his message taking another sip of his coffee.

For some reason, it tasted sweeter.

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Marinette stubbed her toe against the desk, cursing under her breath and Nathaniel paused in his sketch to look over his shoulder curiously, a sympathetic smile on his lips, “You okay?”

The dark haired woman sighed, slumping back onto her chair, “Fine…”

Nathaniel set his pencil down and turned towards his friend completely, “Sure? You don’t look that fine to me. When did you go to sleep?” he had always had an eye for detail, ever since his childhood days where he first began to draw every day. It also meant he nearly always picked up on miniscule details other people failed to notice.

As often as Marinette wore very little to no make-up, today she had applied a thicker layer under her eyes, which blended into her skin tone to hide the dark eyebags.

Marinette should’ve known Nathaniel knew better, she gingerly touched the smooth skin beneath her eye, “That obvious?” she offered a tired smile and Nathaniel shook his head.

“To me, yes, but not to others.” His small smile stretched into a concerned frown, “Seriously, what’s up? You’ve been on edge lately. We made the deal with that model and the fashion event is only a few days away, I would be relaxed in your stead.” The red-head crossed his arms, carefully observing the woman before him who wrung her hands in her lap nervously before her.

A drawn out sigh and a groan followed her next words, “I know but-! Argh!” she threw her hands in the air, standing up and pacing back and forth in a line, hands gesticulating wildly, “Have you ever met a person you thought was really funny and kind and interesting but like, you don’t know them all too well and you suddenly see a different side to them that you didn’t expect and you don’t like that side of them and you feel really helpless and frustrated?!” Marinette still continued to pace before hands clasped onto her shoulders and Nathaniel gently grabbed her attention by turning her towards him.

“Hey, easy, stop trying to walk holes into our floor.” Nathaniel soothingly squeezed her shoulders again, “I…I guess I can relate to what you’re saying Marinette.” The surprised look she gave him made the professor chuckle, “Remember Chloe? I used to have a bit of a crush on her in primary school, until she started with that bullying anyway. That went away pretty fast. I mean, I don’t really think it’s the same as your situation, but I can relate with the liking someone and not liking certain aspects of them thing. It’s natural.” He shrugged, noticing her calming down slowly, “…Want some coffee?”

Slumping her shoulders, Marinette nodded and Nathaniel led her toward the kitchen, setting up fresh coffee while Marinette slowly started talking about the restaurant she frequented in her breaks.

Once both steaming coffee mugs were in front of them, along with a cookie plate inbetween, did Nathaniel stare at the woman in bewilderment, “W-Wait…you…you’re saying there’s…a toy?” Nathaniel still tried to wrap his head around the quick explanation Marinette had given him, about her recent behavior, her extended breaks, everything. “And…there’s a guy voicing that toy and you…started liking him?” Nathaniel rubbed at his chest, feeling a stinging sensation there, but he tried to curb it.

Marinette, pink faced, slowly nodded, “I mean, maybe ‘liking’ is a bit strong, I mean, he’s really nice and funny! I like his puns! And he keeps me company while I eat, he’s easy to talk to and get along with and well, I don’t know! I l-like his voice okay!?” Marinette slapped her hands to her face, the tips of her ears a beet red and Nathaniel burst into laughter at her shy reaction, “S-Stop laughing! I’ll demote you!” the threat was empty, but it sounded adorable coming from her red face.

Nathaniel coughed a few times, trying to hold in the chuckles trying to come out, before he took a sip of his coffee and it finally died down, “So…you like his voice, huh?” Nathaniel adjusted the collar of his shirt, feeling slight embarrassment bubbling within his own chest at how cute Marinette reacted.

“Ugh, Nath!” Marinette looked ready to spontaneously combust or throw something at him, “It’s-I-I mean- it’s not like I-“ she backtracked, eyes blown wide, elbows planted on the table and hiding her eyes, “Uhm…I…actually did see him.”

The professor’s eyes flew open, leaning forward over the table, “Wait, what? You did? When? How comes you didn’t tell me?” he tried pinpointing when it could’ve possibly been, maybe the time she visited him? But that meant she saw him on campus and that was highly impo-

“I-I met him after your lectures…I kinda bumped into him in the hallway…”

Nathaniel choked.

“What does he look like? What’s his name?” alright, maybe Nathaniel was getting too excited to know this guy, but he definitely wanted the best for her, even if it meant throwing his own infatuation out of the window.

He tried ignoring the prickly, painful sensations in his heart.

“H-His name’s Erik, he’s a bit taller than me, messy dark hair, he likes to joke around and um, he teaches art psychology or uh, art therapy in your university.”

Nathaniel’s body froze and his blood ran cold.

Images conjured up in his mind.

Memories of the past two years of him working as a professor to be exact.

And him.

‘Yo, Kurtzberg, playing with colors again? You’ve got something there on your cheek.’

‘Hey tomato-head, cooped up alone in that room, doesn’t that drive you up the wall? Go out and have some fun, maybe you’ll get some friends along the way!’

“Nathaniel?” Marinette rose an eyebrow at the vacant stare he seemed to have set on a fixed point on the table and she waved her hand.

‘Heh, this looks like a bird shit on it, if I have to guess what’s on your mind, I think the answer stays the same dontcha think?’

‘Most artists only dream of being able to tell what art truly means like us therapists, it’s a shame you chose the weaker craft of the two.’

“Nathaniel? Hey! Earth to Nathaniel!” the man jumped, as if ripped from his own thoughts, wide eyes looking at her.

“Uh, s-sorry, I-uh, got lost in thoughts.” He scratched his head, ruffling his already messy hair.

Marinette noticed the familiar almost haunted look in his eyes, it reminded her of her younger days when she used to be bullied in school. Her hand reached across the table and settled lightly over his fist, “Does he treat you badly at work?”

She had a hunch, but she couldn’t picture it. It didn’t fit together, the picture she had of Chat Noir when she was in the restaurant and when she met him at campus.

Maybe she was wrong, after all.

Nathaniel smiled weakly, “Don’t worry, I tell him off politely whenever he tries to act all alpha male on me. I’ve learned a thing or two following high school.” He winked reassuringly, and patted Marinette’s hand closed over his fist, “It’s just, I always had bad vibes about him, before he started being a jerk to me. He just spells trouble.” He noticed the conflicted look on her face, “But don’t let my personal judgement influence your own, if you say he acts differently in the restaurant, maybe the jerk behavior is just an act? Maybe it’s just me.”

At that, Marinette immediately shook her head, “No! Don’t think that for a second! I don’t know what it is but I’ll find out, he can’t treat any of my friends that way if…if I really do end up liking him that much.” She looked unsure of herself and Nathaniel hated seeing her like that.

He squeezed her hand reassuringly, “I wouldn’t worry too much Marinette, if he likes you, he will realize what a mistake it is in letting you go.”

Marinette flushed, smiling warmly at him, “Thanks Nath, I can always count on you to cheer me up when I need it.” She grinned awkwardly, “Well, except Alya as your female counterpart.”

Nathaniel smiled.

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Adrien almost groaned in bliss at the explosion in his mouth, the delicious pastry from the bakery he grabbed on the way felt like the first taste of heaven after enduring weeks of hell.

He was on his way to catch up on his studies at Nino’s place, before getting ready for the fashion event later this afternoon, he had enough time to pour over the new materials his professor gave him before he had to drive towards the address for the fashion event, of course hosted by Agreste Fashion, with a model wearing a dress made a growing designer. He hadn’t caught the designer’s name, but according to conversations he overheard, the designer must be good at their craft with decent production time.

He hoped to get breaks in-between, he hadn’t eaten much except for the pastry and a small breakfast in the morning before the exam. He bet Nino had some leftovers from yesterday, maybe even something edible in the fridge.

Nino was a surprisingly good cook, courtesy of Nora who loved and treated him like he was her very own little brother since his and Alya’s high school days. Nino mentioned Nora being a bit of a tough nut, instead of showering him with affection, she usually showered him with ‘tough love’ when she visited, whatever that meant.

Adrien smiled when he spotted the building Nino’s apartment was in, he also remembered the very stunned look the DJ gave him when he humbly asked to temporarily share living quarters.

‘Sure dude, you know you’re always welcome, but what happened? Did you lose your apartment? Did your dad piss you off?’

As probable as the last possibility was, Adrien had explained what the true reason was, his apartment was empty.

Not furniture-wise.

It lacked warmth.

It lacked everything a room with people living in it should have, warmth, personal belongings, trinkets that were useless or not that pretty but were still held dear.

Trivial things that made his father scrunch his nose.

Trivial things that made Adrien smile because they reminded him of his mother, when she would take little trinkets and souvenirs from places she would visit for her roles and bring back with her.

Adrien himself didn’t have much, not many personal things, the things he recently got that were closer to his heart were pictures of him and Nino. Those were already in his apartment, one in a frame, the other clipped to a piece of string he remembered seeing in Nino’s house all those years ago, when they were still teens. It inspired him to do something similar, it felt so personal, so real.

For now, only Nino’s picture hung there, they also made a few pictures with Alya at the club as a memory, those would come there too.

Adrien hoped many more would come. Maybe even some with a certain dark haired woman with bluebell eyes.

He took out the spare keys Nino gave him, quickly unlocking the front door and jogging up the stairs before finding the door to Nino’s apartment already unlocked.

Was Nino home?

Adrien pushed the door open, stepping in and setting the keys in a bowl near the doorway, taking his shoes off, “Nino?” he called out, already smelling something delicious wafting in from the kitchen.

“M’ here dude!” the boisterous voice of his friend called back and a small smile lit Adrien’s entire face as he made his way towards the kitchen.

The rooms were small, but enough for one, or two to comfortably live in.

Nino was sitting at the kitchen table, steaming plate in front of him, fork rolling around in the sea of noodles, vegetables and sauce, “Hey man, grab a plate and join me, you haven’t eaten anything much, right?”

The blond snorted softly, shaking his head as he fixed himself a plate and glass of water, “It’s scary how well you know me after all those years.”

The DJ grinned boyishly, gently punching his friend in the shoulder, “Once a model, always a model, huh?”

Adrien chuckled, “Once a friend, always a friend.” Nino’s teasing expression softened, and he nodded immediately, both men chuckling.

“I thought you were in the studio practicing for that gig you were hired for?” Adrien had to admit, even if Nino was nowhere near Marlena’s caliber of cooking, the food was still good.

He wolfed down the veggies and noodles when Nino started talking, “I was, in the morning though. It’s already two in the afternoon, don’t tell me you forgot how to read the clock?”

Adrien rolled his eyes playfully, “I forgot the time, it flew by so fast after that exam, I was just rushing from one point to the next.” Nino spotted the leather bag set on the couch in the connected living room, frowning in concern.

“Aw man, you still gotta study, huh?”

The blond shrugged, swallowing down the noodles, “Yeah, but I should be done in no time. It’s not that much, besides I still need to get ready for that event today, so I’ll go over to my apartment to prepare. I think I’ll sleep there too, so don’t stay up late okay?”

Nino huffed, taking a big gulp of water, “Whatever you say, mom. Just drive safe and don’t drink too much, young man.” Nino imitated the voice of an old woman and both men, despite themselves, burst out laughing at their silly antics.

Adrien enjoyed these things.

Whenever he entered Nino’s apartment, it always reminded him of home, or the closest thing he could associate to it. It reminded him of their school days and strong friendship and what a good man Nino was.

The two men continued eating and chatting and laughing, even after half an hour went by, Adrien felt at ease, the papers in his bag temporarily forgotten, the fashion event forgotten.

All that mattered was the food, his friend, the atmosphere.

It smelled – it felt – like home.

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Erik strolled across campus leisurely, scanning his schedule for his next class, when he spotted the familiar sight of a certain dark haired woman in the distance.

A grin automatically stretched his lips and he waved to catch her attention, “Marinette! Hey!”

The woman jumped, surprised by the call before she relaxed upon noticing him and waving back.

Erik walked up to her and smiled down at her, “Hey, visiting tom-uh Nathaniel again?”

Marinette smiled, “Hey Erik. Yeah, I just wanted to go over a few things concerning work, I won’t be a bother for too long.” Erik looked around, that explained why she waited near his office too.

Erik planted his hands in his pockets, “I see. So, you don’t have some time today, huh?”

She flashed him an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry, I don’t. I have to help organize a fashion event and help dress the models.”

His interest peaked at the word ‘models’, “Models, huh? Mind if I watch?” the grin on his face was positively feral, but the look in Marinette’s eyes hardened to steel.

“Watch?” she rose an eyebrow and Erik backtracked quickly.

“You know, your work, how you work.” He cleared his throat, “Anyway, I may not make it actually, I have classes starting soon until late. See ya tomorrow, purrhaps?”

A smile made its way on the frown previously marring her pretty features and Marinette nodded, “Sure. Good luck on your lectures!”

“Yeah, you too!” he waved and moved towards the long stairs ahead.

Marinette sighed, rubbing her arm.

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A few hours later…

Flashing lights, clicking heels and painted faces greeted Marinette as soon as she entered.

Paparazzi, bodyguards and models as far as the eye can see.

There were so many people.

She took a breath, before carrying her designs and bag with designing tools towards the changing areas. It didn��t take her long at all to spot a model, or several of them.

Most were doing their make-up, chatting or doing pep talks. Marinette couldn’t fault them for it, she would be a jittery, nervous mess if she would’ve even have to imagine stepping foot onto a catwalk, or anywhere where hundreds of eyes would be on her.

She wasn’t good in the spotlight.

After greeting and going over the minor details and major parts of the show, Marinette helped them put on the dresses she designed, feeling at the same time odd but comfortable, handling something that was hers, her very own work in her hands, and helping models put them on, adjusting things and offering advice.

It felt liberating but also frightening, like an otherworldly experience.

Marinette wasn’t new to fashion nor to handling fabrics or designs, but she was new to this; the spotlights, the flashing cameras, the crowded fashion galas with hundreds of models running up and down looking for their agents, bodyguards or organizers.

She smiled kindly when another model thanked her for her help in braiding her hair, it wasn’t part of the job, but she would help wherever she could if it meant easing the anxious looks on the young women’s faces.

She wasn’t much older than them and yet, she felt obligated to keep them as comfortable and relaxed as possible under these circumstances.

Some models were seasoned experts, doing breathing exercises or small, personal rituals. Some were tracing patterns on their hands to calm themselves, others were looking in the mirror and silently encouraging themselves, some were chatting with others while again others were drinking juices or water to distract them from the big event which would open any minute.

It was almost time to shine.

Marinette excused herself from the changing rooms, making sure the models were taken care of before she stepped out.

The large, luxurious ballroom was filled to the brim with people. Some were already sitting, looking like they belonged to the VIPs or high end people who would asses the event. Others in suits were chatting amongst themselves near the buffet, people with cameras were keeping a low profile and trying to discreetly take pictures without disturbing the guests too much.

Marinette was glad she had the pass around her neck, people would mistake her for some lost woman who accidentally stumbled into this fine establishment and not a semi-respected designer whose work was about to be put up on stage.

She took a deep, staggering breath, accepting a glass of orange juice from a waiter who was parading around with a plate full of champagne and orange juice glasses.

She gulped the liquid down in nearly one go, frayed nerves still breaking at the seams, but at least she was sure she was hydrated.

Marinette decided to mingle about the crowd, greeting a few other designers she’d met a handful of times, but otherwise keeping to herself.

Due to so many people, there wasn’t much room for individual people to really distance themselves from the crowd. It was inevitable to hear some private conversations.

Marinette pretended to enjoy the ambience while subtly listening in on any remotely interesting conversation topics.

She spotted a group of male models a few steps away, talking, some chuckling. Almost all of them had bathrobes on, they would obviously come up on stage later, after the female models were done with their performances.

As Marinette tried to slip past the group of males, back towards the changing rooms to check on her models, she nearly tripped over her own feet when a particular voice caught her attention.

She was sure she wasn’t imagining it, but when she turned around, there were several models talking, it was impossible to say which voice belonged to whom. There was a blond with green eyes, a brunet with blue eyes, several black haired guys with brown eyes.

But there was only one name that hit her like a lightning bolt when she heard a familiar voice sound from among the group.

Chat Noir?

Thanks for reading everyone! I hope you enjoyed it :3 By the way, is the plot advancing too fast?

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pennyfynotes · 6 years

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8.2.18 // 4:30pm // school subjects and AP exams oh my

so i recently (ok not so recently i’m sorry super busy rn) got an ask from an anon about subject specific tips and ap exams. this is the masterpost i told you to look out for ;). there are no ap exams in college, but some of the stuff is still applicable. i did my best to be as comprehensive as possible and dump everything in one place. hope this is helpful! xoxo, m ps. guess where the actual tips are? if you said “under the cut” then you’re right bc i’m predicable af

tips by subject:

languages (i took spanish): 1. flashcards are your friend. i don’t care if they’re digital (would recommend quizlet or studyblue) or paper, but they help immensely with either vocab or things like remembering literature.

2. charts are also your friend. conjugations giving you a hard time? write out a chart of the different tenses and the conjugations for each subject. put down some of the irregulars too.

3. acronyms/pnemonics are also also your friend. a lot of these already exist, you just have to go find them. i’m pretty sure i still remember what “wedding” stands for for the spanish subjunctive.

4. it’s ok to start over. it’s easy to start a sentence based on what you’d say in english. you’re doing fine until *bam* you hit that word/phrase you really need but you have no clue how to say it. whether it’s an oral or written exam, take a few seconds to think about it and, if you can’t figure it out, just back track. restart the sentence and rework it. better to do that than to lose all your time thinking of one word you may or may not know.

5. skirt around things. if you can’t remember how to say fridge but you really need to say it for something, just say “machine that keeps food cold” or something. it might sound silly, but it gets the point across and removes the road block.

6. make a list. no, not a to do list. if there’s phrases you find yourself reaching for all the time, but you can never remember, make a list of them and their translations. it might be because its a phrase/part of a sentence structure you use a lot in your native language or whatever. make that list and drill just those few phrases into your head. it’s helpful

english/language arts: 1. proofread. i guarantee you’ll find a mistake, a sentence that makes no sense, or one that just sounds cringy. thank me later.

2. have a damn thesis. its ok if you just need to write and spit words/ideas out for a while to figure it out. but figure it out.

3. conclusion ~= introduction. for those of you who didn’t get the tilde, it means not. yes, they both tie your points to your thesis but they are not to same. do not just reword the same information in the conclusion. push your ideas just a little further. i usually like the push them a little bit outside the realm of what i talked about in my paper. for example, if i focused on the first 5 chapters of the book in the rest of my paper, i’ll expand the ideas to the rest of the book. or if i’m talking about female characters and focus on just one or two, i’ll use the conclusion to potentially connect it to another.

4. have favorites. pick a few fav transitions, sentence structures, and fancy vocab words. basically build a toolbox. this way you won’t have to think as hard when you want to “spice up” your work.

5. summaries only go so far. once you get to higher level english classes, there will be a lot of analysis of specific imagery, or wording, or dialogue. reading cliff notes is only going to give you the plot and none of this. if you don’t have time to read and you’ve been assigned a pretty standard english novel/play/whatever, take the time to look up some famous quotes or symbols. they’ll probably come up in discussion and this will help you look less unprepared.

6. have on question/comment ready. if your teacher/prof is into discussions and grades on participation, it’s handy to write down one (or a few) things. it’s easy to forget what you were going to say while you follow the discussion and it sucks to get docked points for not saying anything. even if it’s just a thoughtful question, jot it down.

history: 1. lol prob my weakest subject, just go see the apush (ap us history) section bc i don’t have much more for you than that.

science: 1. back to basics. i say it all the time, i’ll say it again. really understand basic concepts. they will come back. i’m serious.

2. pattern recognition. science problems are often times about recognizing patterns. once you identify the type of problem it is, even if you’ve never seen the exact one/something similar before, solving it becomes way easier.

3. make a recipe book. tied to the last one, but once you recognize a type of problem, you need steps to solve it. go through any practice problems you’re given to determine all the “types” of problems. once you’ve categorized them, make yourself a step-by-step guide on how to solve.

4. flashcards. you’ll have to know polyatomic ions or random biology facts. see languages tip #1 for more.

5. note your errors in lab. if you do something wrong, don’t just try to brush it under the table and forget about it. not that it’s a big deal, because its not, so don’t freak out. they’re just great opportunities to note sources of error. i mean obviously dont write in your lab report that you weren’t paying attention and mixed the wrong chemicals, but something like “we may not have waited sufficient time for the product to dry” can explain why you got 800% yield.

6. have a toolkit. kinda like a recipe book, but just a collection of straight facts that come up often. knowing common molecular weights and chemical properties (is ammonia acidic or basic?) will make things go faster. like i said earlier, polyatomic ions are also great.

7. brush up on some simple arithmetic. similar to the tool kit, this will just make things go faster. being able to quickly add things and calculate easy percentages (ex: 30%) will make things like hw and exams go faster. i’m of the opinion it’s always good to know how to add, subtract, multiply, and divide w/o a calculator (on paper, not all in your head)

bonus: math #5 and #7

math: 1. see science #1

2. see science #2

3. see science #3

4. see science #4. see a pattern here? you might wonder why you need to flashcard math, but it’s good for learning equations or the names of certain techniques. if the prof asks you to solve something using X technique and you don’t know what that is, that’s gonna pose a problem. also good for the unit circle (don’t get me started)

5. figure out your speed. this is applicable to most everything, but i find it most relevant for math. is it better for you to speed through the whole exam and then do it all again/check it over 2x? or for you to take it slow so you know you got everything right the first time? personally i use the first approach, but i’m a fast taker and prefer to have time to process between repeating problems instead of staring at it forever once and never looking again.

6. science #7. a lot of teachers will expect you to be able to do this.

7. go over the material a couple times. also applicable to everything. i find it’s easier to remember things when i know that concepts are connected. you might have learned X 3 weeks before Y, but if you go back over, you might realize they’re closely related. this will help you if you’re not sure on a test because you can reason through things using the connections you’ve drawn

tips by ap course (obv look at the subject above bc i will be giving *really specific stuff* here that i’ve gathered from experience. they’re also ordered by when i took them, sorry it’s not super logical but i didn’t want to forget one)

general ap course/exam tips: 1. practice exams. you need to be familiar with what will/will not show up. you don’t always need to simulate and real testing situation, but i’d recommend doing at least 1-2 that way. also *know how many questions they’re are you so can pace yourself!!!!*

2. college board is pretty good about giving topic breakdowns. use those. go through and figure out what topics you’re solid on and which need more work. the above tip is to help decipher what the topics actually mean bc it can be confusing.

3. give the free response a quick flip through. do the ones you’re confident on first.

4. make sure you know the policies/what you can bring. don’t want to forget something. also once our test administrator tried to stop us 10 minutes early, but we were on top of our shit and all gave her a death glare bc we knew when we were supposed to finish.

ap chemistry: 1. polyatomic ions and molecular weights. know them

2. chapter/section reviews (in addition to class notes) and how-to guides. my teacher made us make them and let’s just say your girl did *really* well (and i’m damn proud of that one)

3. do a quick skim of the free response. applicable to most exams but, the year i took it, they’d just remade and re-curved the exam and put *way* too many free response. like no one finished them. if that’s still the case, make sure you do the one’s you’re confident on. also, i did not get to like 3 questions and still got a 5. they may have fixed this idk. (sorry this is redundant but i wanted to give this ap chem exam specific info)

ap environmental science: 1. there is a lot of damn information here. i would use chapter outlines and pick out key terms, policies, and events etc. treat this like a history class.

2. for the exam, use common sense. most of the time, the most environmentally friendly answer is the right one. if you just have a general gist of the course and its topics, but don’t know a lot of details, go with your intuition and you should be fine. i didn’t have a lot of time to study for this one and this method worked for me.

ap calc bc: 1. memorize standard derivatives. power rule, sin and cos, chain rule. that’s important.

2. similarly, memorize standard integrals.

3. don’t forget +c for indefinite integrals. just don’t.

4. similarly, if it’s definite, don’t forget to evaluate at the end! super easy thing to do, but also super easy way to lose points if you forget.

5. if the integral looks complicated, that probably means there’s a “trick” involved. u substitution, integration by parts, trig substitution. something like that.

6. memorize some standard series’, operations, and types (arithmetic, geometric etc)

7. if you’re looking at a word problem, understand what is dependent on your variable and what isn’t (in other words, what’s a constant). for example, if it says the water flows into the barrel at 50 mL/s and flows out at 1/5 times the volume, that translate to F = 50 - (1/5)V. don’t make things more complicated by trying to write everything in terms of V (in this example). also, your equation might just be a constant term or just a variable term doesn’t have to be both.

8. know what your derivative is with respect to/what it really means. aka if your problem is talking about flow and volume, how are they related to each other? flow is the change in volume *with respect to time*. so if i differentiate volume with respect to time, i get flow. if i integrate flow with respect to time, i get volume. this also helps you make sense of word problems.

*disclaimer*: it is been 5 years since i took this class and i have taken quite a few math classes after. i apologize if i introduce anything that is a little irrelevant.

ap spanish language: 1. flashcard. like seriously. there’s gonna be vocab involved.

2. understand what’s asked. for the persuasive email. *be persuasive*

3. toolkit. i mentioned this before but this was probably the most useful for this class. our teacher gave us a bunch of fancier words to use instead of causar (to cause) because that was a word we’d need a lot. the one that still sticks with me 4 years later is fomentar. have a few alternatives for these kinds of super common words, a good greeting and closing for your email, and a set of good transitions. *make sure you know how to use them properly*

4. write stuff down during listening. you can either answer questions during the first listen, then take notes the second to catch stuff you missed or vice versa.

5. it’s ok to backtrack in the speaking. don’t let yourself get stuck and just not say anything. it’ll freak you out for the rest of the exam and will rob you from showing off what you know. also take notes of things you want to mention based off cultural knowledge of the situation related to the dialogue.

6. don’t zone out. with everything going on and all the stress, it’s easy to zone out (esp during the conversation). don’t do it or you’ll have a hard time responding and freak yourself out (again)

7. don’t lose your place in the convo! they give you a sheet that shows you how many times the other “person” will talk. i lost track and said goodbye one segment early. it was bad ok. all these conversation tips are from personal experience.

ap statistics: 1. know the different kinds of tests inside and out. know the differences and the conditions. if you’ve got that, you’re like 75% the way there.

2. be familiar with sample vs population. it’s a bit confusing, but take the time to understand.

3. ok sorry i really don’t remember anything else. this exam really isn’t that difficult (in my opinion), you’ll be ok.

ap physics c: 1. free body diagrams. understand how to draw them *and draw them*. they will carry you through mechanics. draw gravitational force, normal if there’s a surface, and then any other given forces.

2. basic equations. you get an equation sheet, but knowing the equations means you know the concepts and the relations between them. big ones are f=ma and the equations relating position (x), velocity (v), and acceleration (a). also friction f=uN.

3. *normal isn’t always the opposite direction of gravity!!!!* gravity is straight down. normal is perpendicular to the surface.

4. vector components. please don’t just add vectors. break them down into components and then add or you are so fucked.

5. get familiar with triangles. this will help with the whole component thing.

6. kirchoffs rules are so helpful. know them.

7. understand the relations between voltage/potential and current in terms of the properties of circuit elements. that means the equations for resistors, capacitors, and inductors.

8. know how to add in parallel and series. it’s important. also! if the circuit is drawn “weird” a good way to know series vs parallel is that parallel elements share two nodes and that series circuits only share 1.

9. sorry i kinda blocked out E+M bc i didn’t know what i was doing (or so i thought). i still got a 4 tho so that curve is generous.

ap us history: 1. chapter outlines. pretty self explanatory.

2. make a timeline. put important events, sentiments, policies, and presidents. if you can associate these things together into time periods it will be easier. most of the time, any one question (esp long response or whatever they’re called) will only focus on 1 time period.

3. sentiments are important. if you know nothing else, know these bc they will help guide you through questions by reasoning even if you know nothing else.

4. gilder lehrman (or similar us history summaries). these are tailor specifically to apush bc they are organized by period (i think that’s what they were called?). i actually fell asleep listening to these bc i didn’t have time to study. they were mildly helpful, but every little bit helps right?

ap psychology: 1. chapter outlines/flashcards. this course is based heavily on key terms and less so on larger concepts.

2. ok sorry i took this online i remember literally nothing except how annoying my teacher was and that the exam was easy. if you know terminology i think you should do fine.

ap biology: 1. there is a lot. go through all the topics and make sure you’re solid. start with the big picture, then think about narrowing down.

2. know how charts work. things like pedigrees, punnet squares, and evolution trees (that’s def not the right term). some of the exam will just be interpretation of this.

3. i am so sorry i remember nothing else.

ap spanish literature: 1. flashcards. title, author, time period, short summary, key elements (a line, character, symbol). this is *so helpful*

2. think about the works in relation to each other. you might be asked to compare them. even if they ask you to compare something on the reading list with something new, you’ll be familiar with the points you might talk about.

3. know the lit terms. more flashcards. associate them with a particular work if you can/need to.

4. don’t freak on the listening. a lot of the recordings are old and shitty quality. take a deep breath and try your best. know that the rest of the test takers (excepting maybe natives) are experiencing the same thing.

5. use that tool box. see general spanish and ap spanish lang.

this is so freaking long and i think the moral of the story is that i blocked out my senior year ap exams. i hope this was helpful and, if you have more questions, or want more stuff like this, let me know!

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thewritewolf · 6 years

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True Sight Chapter 8

When I saw the chapter title, I got excited ‘cause this is the first Marichat scene in my story! Which I love because Marichat is my favorite part of the love square. And now I get to share it all over again here!

Enjoy!

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After an eventful day, Marinette was looking forward to working on her jacket for Adrien. She was thankful that her injuries were healed by her ladybug restoration, otherwise her parents would have been even more worried than they were. Simply knowing that she had been in the area was tough for them. The fact that she had almost been injured would have been too much.

She had made excellent progress when she heard a knock. A glance at the clock showed it was very close to her parents' bedtime, so it probably wasn't them. She lifted the trap door, but saw no one. The knocking became louder, and this time she could pin the sound to the door to the balcony. With trepidation she went to poke her head out, finding Chat Noir crouched outside.

She was too surprised to respond at first, and he grinned. “I know, I know. Take a moment to compose yourself. I am a lot to take in.” He then had the audacity to strike a pose, sprawled out on the ground to be eye level with Marinette, who was still mostly inside.

That brought her back to Earth. Speculation on why he was here ground to a halt so that she could fix him with an eye roll. “What's up, Chat Noir? Don't you have heroics to be doing?” No, he probably does not. There was already one akuma today and he isn't scheduled for patrol.

“Oh, but this is part of the heroics job! I am making sure that you are safe and sound. It was a really close call there today.”

Well, he isn't wrong. She found his concern endearing, but exasperating. “I'm fine, Chat. Thanks to you, of course. Ladybug's power even fixed the scratch on my cheek.”

Chat nodded, then gave an exaggerated shiver. “Oh Purrincess, it is so chilly out here. Do you mind if I warm up inside before I leave?”

“Is that the line you use to sneak into all the young ladies' rooms at night?”

He blushed furiously. So the charmer can't take his own medicine, hm? “W-well, it's n-not like that, I just, uh...” He was cut off by her laughter.

“It's okay, silly kitty, I'm just teasing. Come on in.” She had intended to politely turn him away, but he just looked so sad outside. Like a stray, really.

She climbed down the ladder just as Chat swung into her room, landing on her bed. She turned back towards him to notice him taking in her room décor. Which prominently featured another famous green-eyed blonde.

His jaw dropped, clearly stunned, as he slowly turned his head over to Marinette. She could feel the heat rise on her cheeks. “They are for research!” She blurted out. “I like Adrien's work, I like fashion, Gabriel Agreste is my design role model!” She calmed down a bit, before taking in Chat's confused look. “Plus... He is a good person that I hope to become better friends with.”

Chat's expression softened into a gentle smile. “Sounds as though you like him, Princess.”

“Yeah...” She said dreamily, before realizing what she could be admitting to. “Wait! Well – yes, but as a friend.” She smiled nervously, hoping Chat would give up this line of conversation.

Thankfully, he did seem to let go of the topic. His gaze landed on the jacket. His green eyes lit up. Even in its unfinished state, it very clearly borrowed heavily from the aesthetic of his own costume. He looked back to Marinette, a wide grin on his face. He swaggered over to her and leaned in. “I didn't realize you were such a big fan of me, Marinette.”

She held her ground and pushed Chat back by his shoulders. “Down, kitty. I'm making this jacket for a friend, who is a big fan of you.”

“Oh? And can I ask who that might be?”

“No, but it is the same boy that I mentioned to you the last time you were here. Remember? Back when Glaciator was after me?”

A cloud of sadness passed his face before it was covered by a smiling mask. “Yes, I remember that night. Did I tell you that I finally did get Ladybug to that romantic rooftop get away I showed you?” He splayed out on the chaise.

Yes, you did show me it. Twice, as a matter of fact. Out loud, she said. “No, you didn't. Good for you, Chat! How'd it go?” She sat down at her desk, one arm over the back of the chair. She was studying his features, looking for insight into how well he took rejection.

“Alas! My lady says that she is in love with another.” His voice was wistful, his expression distant. Then he flipped over so that he was lying on his stomach. This put him facing Marinette, and he locked eyes with her. “But I am a persistent cat, and I'm sure it is only a matter of time before she falls for my roguish charm.”

“And in the meantime?”

He settled back down on his back, hands behind his head. “Until that day, I will be her loyal friend. Even if we never get together, her friendship means the world to me.”

While she seriously doubted that he would ever displace Adrien from her heart, Chat's loyalty was sincerely touching. “And what about you, my honorary Ladybug?”

The nickname caused Marinette's heart stopped for a moment as she processed his words. Realizing that he hadn't figured out her secret, she asked. “Honorary Ladybug?”

He tilted his head back to look at her upside down. “Well, you were my Ladybug during that fight with the Evilistrator. And you remind me a lot of Ladybug – selfless, always helping your friends, courageous. Don't think I didn't notice that you only got caught by the akuma earlier today because you made sure all your friends were safe.”

Now Marinette was blushing from the praise. It was nice – if a bit scary – that someone noticed the Ladybug in her.

“But, you haven't answered my question yet, Marinette.” He was pushing the chaise closer to her with his foot, stopping within arm's reach of her. He flipped over so that he was on his stomach again, head resting on the back of the chaise nearest to her.

“What about me, kitty?” She pet his head, just behind his ears. It was surprisingly soft hair. She started laughing quietly as she heard a soft purr emerge from his chest.

“How did things work out with this mystery boy of yours?”

She leaned back and began fidgeting with her hands. “Well, we are talking more, and hanging out more. So that's a start. But...”

“But...?” Chat tilted his head.

“...I haven't admitted anything to him yet.” She finished meekly. She sighed. “I wish I had your courage, Chat. At least then I'd know one way or another if he liked me back.”

“Don't worry too much about it, Princess. He would have to be an idiot not to like you back.” His voice, in contrast to his usual joking tone, was low and earnest. His eyes were distant.

Not for the first time, she felt remorse for Chat and how that whole situation went done. If the roles had been reversed, and Adrien had let her down gently, she wasn't sure if she would have been as composed as Chat had been. Then again, I would have been composed up until I got home...

She looked back to her partner, who was absently staring at the wall. He didn't talk about his home life much, but a year of friendship with him had given her some clues. An empty house and a distant father weren't something that she wanted to send him back to. Not when he was in this state.

An idea popped into her head. “Chat?” His eyes flicked to hers. “Is there anywhere you need to be in the next couple of hours?”

He grinned. “Already trying to get rid of me?” He tried to play it off as teasing, but she could hear the disappointment in his voice.

“The opposite, actually. I was just about to put a movie on while I worked on the jacket, and I wanted to know if you were going to stay and watch it with me. Although, be warned: It will be a Disney movie.”

He seemed to light up at that. “That won't be a problem at all.” His tail began flicking back and forth.

She held up a finger. “But be warned! We can't sing along, since my parents are sleeping.” His cat ears pressed against his head and his tail fell flat as he pouted, which made Marinette giggle. She got up and Chat tilted his head in confusion.

“I'm getting snacks, kitty. There should be a few croissants left, and I'll make us each a glass of hot chocolate.” Maybe not the best for a late night snack, but he looks like he could use the comfort.

His tail resumed its low swinging as she walked down the stairs.

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“You're in luck, Chat, there were some strawberry croissants left down-” She stopped as Chat quickly turned to her. He was standing over her desk, one hand behind his back. His face with flushed and he met her eyes with a panicked grin.

“Chat...? What did you do?” She was more amused at his reaction than anything. He probably didn't break anything, since she didn't hear a crash. Why is he so flustered?

He scraped the ground with his boot and looked everywhere but toward her.

She set down the plate of goodies, which Chat Noir looked at longingly. His focus became fixed on her when she stepped within arm's reach of him. “Chat. Show me your hands.”

He brought his hand from behind his back to reveal that it had been snared by a pink box with white polka dots. She was stunned for a moment before she began laughing.

Chat Noir pouted. “Why did your box eat my hand, purrincess?”

“It is to protect the book inside. I'm feeling a lot more confident in my magic box now. After all, even the famous Chat Noir was no match for it!” She flicked his bell and laughed.

He tried to keep pouting but before long he was laughing too. As Marinette went to get the key, Chat looked at the box attached to his hand. “So what's so valuable that traps capable of beating super heroes are required?”

“My diary is in there, with all my secrets.” She fished the key out of its hiding place and went to free Chat. He was looking a bit paler than he had before and seemed worried.

“I'm sorry! If I had known it was your diary I wouldn't have reached for it. I was just curious about what it was...”

She smiled and patted his head. “It's alright, kitty. Just don't do it again and we'll be fine.” She put the key in the lock and freed his hand. “Now, help me choose a movie.”

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #chat noir #marichat #ml fanfiction #True Sight

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i-am-obnoxious · 2 years

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The Circle Au: Introduction Pt. 2

“I hope you’re all ready for this next round of introductions. This group really is something to behold,” Fflewddur Fflam comments as he settles in, starting off the next episode of the Circle.

“Our next player says she’s strong, she’s fierce, she’s going to be 100 percent and beat everyone else. Well, we’ll see. But I do love a girl with spark.” Fflewddur winked at the camera, and then the camera panned away to focus on a blonde girl posing for the usual circle shots.

DOT

A blonde fairy makes her way down the hallway to her room. As she does so, a voiceover starts to narrate her interview, and her introduction. “Hey guys, I’m Dot. I know a lot of people might be wondering what in the world a fairy is doing on a show like this. Most of the time we fairies don’t care too much about human money and all that.”

The scene switched to Dot sitting in the interview chair with a serious look on her face. “Unfortunately, you humans have a way of destroying everything good around you. My Hollow was ruined, and the only way my family stands a chance for growth and a new life is to win this money.” She sniffled a little, reaching up to wipe her eyes quickly. “I hate this social media stuff, but I’ll do whatever I can to get that 100,000 pounds.”

Dot made her way into the room set up for her, looking like a winter forest, and a smile lit up her face as she got a look at it. “I have to admit...this set up is pretty nice.” For human standards anyway. She could accept it. “Alright then...let’s get this silly show on the road.”

Dot sucked in a breath and let it out again. “Circle...take me to my profile.” It did as commanded and Dot eyed her photo albums. “Okay...um. Take me to the school pics.” Dot tilted her head as she studied the options there. “Ordinarily I’d go for a more fairy look, but I don’t want to be too unrelatable with these other people, so I figure something that’s fun without being over the top...how about that one with the balloon? Yes...perfect. Okay. Circle, please lock in my profile.” Dot flopped back onto the bed there with a sigh. Hopefully this would go her way.

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The camera pans away from Dot and back over to Fflewddur looking like the cat that got the cream. “Our next player is really interesting. Finn is someone who usually uses his social media for art and all that, but says he wants to take a different approach to try to win the circle. Let’s go meet him, shall we?”

NEMO (AKA FINN)

The camera pans over to a dark haired boy in a cozy looking sweater who’s fidgeting as he starts introducing himself. “H-Hi. My-My name is Finn,” he starts off, biting his lip a little. “I decided to join the circle as my-my b-b-best friend Nemo.”

He smiles sheepishly at that, and an image of Finn and Nemo together pops up on the screen for a moment. “I know that so-so-social media is all ab-b-bout popularity, and there’s no-no one I can think of that c-c-could be more popular than Nemo.” Finn leans into his seat as the interview progresses, trying not to fidget any more.

“I told Nemo I w-w-would win it for us...s-s-so we c-c-could finally leave our neighb-b-borhood behind for a bit. There’s so much we’ve been liited on be-be-because we just c-c-couldn’t afford it.” Finn sighs as he explains it. The boy clearly has been worrying over money for some time.

The camera pans back to Finn in the room he’s been given, eyeing a partially completed profile. “I think I want to pick the p-p-picture I took of Ne-Nemo at the...at the b-b-beach. I think it sh-shows an element of m-m-me without any-anyone knowing. A-And...Ne-Nemo looks a-a-amazing in it.” Finn locks that picture in and adds a description quickly, worrying at his lip. “I hope I c-c-can do this.”

LOUIE

The camera pans away again and this time it introduces a curly haired boy. “Yo, my name is Louie, and I will be the next winner of the circle.” He smiles cockily at the camera before stumbling as he settles into his chair, giggling a little to himself. “I’m in it to win it, and I’m not afraid to go hard whatever way I have to. I know not everyone’s going to be here for it, but I figure I could play the flirt game a bit. I’m single and if I make a good connection I make a good connection you know? Gotta catch the spark when it hits.”

The scene shifts to Louie bouncing around on the bed he’s been given. “Wow this is so awesome,” he commented with a grin, flopping back on the bed and then finally greeting the circle. “Circle...take me to my profile.” He had a lot of different albums to choose from, but he wanted to pick something that really gave his vibe.

“Okay circle, put that one with me in that simple shirt. Yeahhh that one. I look sort of goofy and approachable, which should make the girls wanna talk to me too. Just cause I say gay here doesn’t mean I don’t want to be tight with as many as I can.” He finished setting up his profile and leaned back. “Alright circle...lock in my profile.”

#p: the circle au #i said i'd keep going #and i slowly will

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le-amewzing · 6 years

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sarukomi homeroom hcs

i'm in a sarukomi mood & them canonically being in the same homeroom leads me to think of ultimate owl ridiculousness/hijinks:

at the start of the year, sarukui & komi would half-ass remembering the seating order & would just. sit in each other's seat. when the bell rang. & their poor teacher kept thinking his seating chart was wrong but someone else in the class pipes up that no, it's just sarukomi being sarukomi

tho they're not the laziest owls (sarukui comes close, but the title goes to shirofuku & konoha), sarukomi are rly glad they don't have to go anywhere to have lunch together, unless they're meeting their friends; usually they just sit tight in their classroom & the others join them

when it's study hall & they don't have anything to preoccupy themselves, they do become preoccupied w/each other (their classmates have learned to live w/it by now)

it only takes a few months for their homeroom teacher to stop yelling at komi for sitting on sarukui's desk any time the libero has the chance; after that, sensei becomes determined to scream himself hoarse in the hopes komi might finally tuck his damn shirt in

in canon, bokuto is the worst at returning things; but, frankly, komi's a bit forgetful, too, so sarukui never lets him borrow bks or hmwk that he knows he needs next period; instead, he's gotta watch komi like a hawk while his tiny bf scribbles notes down or copies his work

altho, tbh, in the end sarukui still misplaces his dictionary half the time (only to find it in komi's desk later; he glares at komi, but komi's apologetic face is too cute to hold a grudge against for long)

komi's got a window seat & naps when the sun hits him (another reason he bugs saru to borrow hmwk & bks)

since sarukomi are the fun kind of dramatic & never damage anything, all of 3-2 finds it entertaining when they're extra obnoxious, i.e., coming up w/poses for when the camera lands on them during televised games or (most often) testing out komi's special brand of parkour that usually ends w/him diving into saru's open arms (or lap. or seat. y'know, whatever's free)

their homeroom teacher almost had a heart attack the 1st time he saw komi spring from his desk to a saru who caught him effortlessly diagonally in the back of the room

no one ever knows when to expect their silliness, tho, bc komi's averse to a lot of PDA (genuine hugs that aren't saru catching him, kisses on the lips, purposefully sitting on saru's lap instead of using it as a landing pad), but he's the type to peck sarukui's forehead or yank him close by his tie or scarf (if they've just arrived or are leaving in cold weather)

saru's brand of PDA includes resting his chin atop komi's fluffy hair from behind & picking komi up w/one arm & carrying him outta the room (komi's been known to salute as they leave, *lol*)

their teacher worries about them, but sarukomi are in the middle of their homeroom's class standings, so they'll be okay; but it doesn't help that their worst "joke" on their teacher is them srsly telling the poor dude "no worries, we're excellent just-above-average students" w/shining eyes & sincere smiles

how in the hell does one even survive 3-2 w/sarukomi around holy crap

#hq!!#haikyuu!!#sarukomi #sarukui yamato #komi haruki #mew writes too much #headcanons

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zandyin · 6 years

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I am the April fool that has fallen too deep into silly Raidou/Dahn + SJ MC Son AU and I feel like taking a break from studying for this Excel cert, so let me ramble about some more headcanons… idk how much of this is gonna be repeated but damn I love what has become of this ship.

Okay, so I tend to apply the same general “quiet but quirky” personality to all silent protags, cause… well, they’re basically for inserting w/e personality you want, right? I’ve always pictured Raidou as the cool, calm, and collected – who is just a bit more focused whenever Dahn is around. He’s still got the same quirk of his lips, but maybe it grows more pronounced when that Tsukigata boy is around. :d

The way Raidou speaks is already lovely and perfect. Tomokazu Sugita does a great job and you can hear his rendition of Raidou if you search for the drama CDs on YouTube! Anyways, whenever Raidou says ludicrous things in this AU, uh, a tame example being, “Let me check with my husband”, it’s said in Raidou’s soft, polite tone. Straight-forward with a bit of amusement. His normal tone, but you can tell he’s smiling if you only heard his voice? Yes.

Dahn’s the more boisterous of the two. Hearing them have a conversation is fun, especially if it’s a light hearted one where Dahn can be loud and doesn’t hold back on his accent – which Raidou has no problem understanding, by the way! Dahn’s accent always enamors Raidou. Maybe he does things on purpose to get Dahn to say things without putting on airs. Raidou keeps his tone at a generally soft level that encourages Dahn stand a bit closer to hear. Raidou does it on purpose. Dahn is also capable of a quiet tone – he’s a ninja assassin, after all – and employs it whenever he’s having a close quarters conversation with Raidou. But Dahn’s got that kinda voice where it’s still kinda “loud” even when he’s trying to be quiet. It still makes Raidou feel a rumble in his chest and he loves it!

People notice Raidou becomes a bit more laid back after meeting Dahn. He’s still dutiful, as ever, but he also indulges himself when he is able. Like sending a plethora of demons to deliver messages to Dahn when he is unable to deliver them himself. Raidou has an expansive vocabulary that is either intricately employed by the messenger demon or ruined. Dahn’s a smart guy, as he says so himself multiple times, but the flowery language of ye olde demons doesn’t really strike a chord with him. Altho the bare bones dialect of other demons make him more confused than flattered.

The first handful of times Raidou sends a messenger demon, Dahn jumps right out of his skin. He’s fought all sort of nasties, but Raidou’s demons… are something else entirely. Some of them appear human, others are, hm, Dahn will have to talk to Raidou about them later.

Going back to earlier, after a lengthy courtship, there is MARRIAGE because this is my AU and I can do what I want. :p Raidou is a fan of saying things that remind people he is married to a rugged countryman. “Let me check with my husband,” he will say after the simplest of requests. Narumi thought it was fine the first few times, but Raidou never seems to tire of saying it. The Herald of the Yatagarasu’s face doesn’t even twitch when Raidou, in his most straight-laced voice, drops the line after a request. Raidou doesn’t actually check with Dahn, unless looking at the picture from the case file counts. Narumi wondered where that picture went…

In another, possibly distant future AU, we have some baby SJ MC aka Junior headcanons. Junya? Dahn-tan?

Like his ninja father, Junior has a natural way with bugs. He’s not afraid of them by any means! So as a child he collects a lot. The woods around Tsukigata mansion make that very easy. Dahn builds little bug cages for his son’s multi-legged friends. Raidou… is not a huge fan of bugs. He’s not afraid, per se, but he doesn’t like being woken up to Junior pouring all his “friends” on the cover of their futon. Or Junior shoving a handful of (flying) bugs in his face to proudly show off his new friends. At one point, Raidou tried to implement a “No bugs in the house” rule, but then his small son cried. Raidou changes this to a “one bug limit”. Dahn helps Junior hide other bug cages in his room/around the house and says it’ll be their little secret. They also erect a small shack just for Junior’s bug friends. Raidou doesn’t ever go there.

Now is not the time to worry about how genetics work, since Junior is essentially a test tube baby anyways lol, but I wanna pretend Dahn’s poison immunity passes to Junior – at least from bug poisons! SO while Dahn and Junior have no problem messing around with poisonous bugs, Raidou stands in the distance and looks like :> but sweating underneath his cap. He was not born into that immunity, so he just watches his family from the sidelines. At some point small Junior tried to eat a bug that was probably poisonous and Raidou snatched it out of his hands last minute!

Toddler age Junior was a big fan of climbing things. Mostly trees. He’d find himself up very high. He wasn’t afraid, though! Raidou would be afraid for him. Junior liked to sit in the trees and watch the bugs do bug things. Or watch the clouds from the top. See the trees sway with the wind.

So I think Raidou is always dressed in his summoner outfit cause he’s kinda “on-call” and that outfit makes it hard to climb trees. Raidou would send demons up to coax Junior to come down, but somehow Junior became efficient in demon negotiations and would send them back! If Dahn’s around, Raidou gets him to collect their son from the tree tops. But sometimes Dahn will just go hang with Junior up in the trees, and they watch the clouds together. Or little Junior does that thing kids do where they excitedly, and without reservation , tell Dahn all about each bug friend that passes by. Dahn listens and poses questions of interest for Junior to answer. Dahn already knows all the answers.

Raidou is good at a lot of things, but ... LIKE, he does the basic stuff but he’s not omniscient when it comes to watching his son. Bathe a filthy toddler and 10 minutes later he’s filthy again. Make sure he doesn’t eat weird things off the ground. Tend to his scrapes and bruises. Tell him not to trust demons or follow any deeper into the forest. Especially not royal fairies. Keep him away from sharp objects, although Dahn has probably shown Junior some moves on soft nunchaku. Raidou will enlist the help of his most loyal demons in keeping an eye on Junior. He’s had a lot of “auntie” demons try and pinch his cheeks.

At the end of a long day, Raidou would usually be in the mood to fool around with Dahn, but once Junior enters their lives it becomes very hard to find time between village duties, Capital duties, overall demon duties, parental duties, and anything else. They’re content for some cuddling and actual sleep. Maybe that’s why older Raidou’s so lusty once Junior moves out – to make up for all the time he had to hold back lmaoooo

Okay, back to studying!

#zandyin au

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yourfaveswouldloveyou · 6 years

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The Competition

Of course the residents of Porthaven had heard of the wizard. It was impossible for the average citizen to dodge the rumors, even if one could evade the hearsay and gossip that ran in a steady flow from the capital. And indeed no one cared to avoid such things. Porthaven was a busy city, but not so busy that it had no time for talk of wizards and their questionable doings. "Politics and magic are a bad mix,“ people would say, shaking their heads. Of course every king should have a wizard, but he oughtn’t have the kind that actually did wizardly things. Show-wizards were one thing; but this fellow had evidently stirred up quite a lot of talk even in the magical community. He was too brilliant, the story went, and too determined to prove it. And when witches and wizards were nervous, well, everyone else had plenty of reason to talk.

So in fact everyone in Porthaven had heard of the fearsome wizard from Kingsbury.

They just weren’t impressed by him.

He made a good showing, to be sure. He was tall, made somehow taller by the cut of his green coat. His gestures were grand and appropriately wizardly. His voice rolled through the space like honeyed thunder. He even vanished a lady’s handkerchief.

But then, so what? Anybody could vanish a handkerchief given a match and enough time. The better trick would be to un-vanish it, and the wizard didn’t seem to be paying a bit of attention to the poor woman’s demands that he do just that. People began to move away as soon as the spectacle of his arrival died out (excepting the now handkerchief-less lady, whose volume was starting to match the wizard’s, no matter his stage voice).

The fact of the matter was that though wizards were rare and mysterious folk, and though this one in particular was possibly more of an entertainer than usual, he simply wasn’t that interesting. It was one thing to trade conjectures with the neighbors now and again; it was quite another to stand around and watch the man show off for some indefinite amount of time while there was business to be gotten to.

And so naturally everyone took their leave, pretending some distraction or pressing forgotten errand to avoid seeming too rude. Before half an hour was out, the only people left in the square’s central dais were the wizard himself and an incensed woman. With a scowl, he violently shook out his right hand once, twice, three times, and with a fizzle pulled half a handkerchief seemingly from nowhere. The woman snatched it up and left in the middle of his explanation of why summoning half a handkerchief was, in fact, vastly more difficult than summoning back the whole one, and how what he’d done was the cleverest kind of accident. One could say his mistake had been doing the thing too brilliantly.

But even the townspeople near enough to hear him took no notice of that declaration. They saw nothing to get excited about.

After all, Porthaven already had its very own witch.

The only person who missed the commotion of that morning was the very reason that it wasn’t much commotion to speak of. The Porthaven Witch did not need gossip to know that a wizard was in her city. Her magic told her. Someone was stirring it up like a ripple in the surface of a pond; she felt the echo of it in her very bones.

And honestly, she did not have the time to go investigate.

"That’ll be ten and six, Miss Haverford,” she said.

Miss Haverford nodded and kept on nodding while she rummaged around in her purse, a habit that combined with her taste in hats made her look rather like a yard decoration. "Did you see the new wizard was in the square this morning?“ she asked as she counted out coins.

"I imagine he was,” Katelyn replied politely. "Ten and six, Miss Haverford.“

The correction started off a more rigorous round of nodding. "Oh, my, of course. Can’t count these days.” Miss Haverford returned to her purse. "Do you know, Madam Jacobs who owns all those shop fronts said he rented one out ages ago? He was very mysterious about it, she said. Would only say he needed it for purposes. I must say don’t know why we would need a witch and a wizard in Porthaven at once.“

Katelyn’s expression, which had been arranged in a pleasantly businesslike manner, darkened as she pursed her lips. A wizard was one thing; a resident wizard was another. "Nor do I. I doubt he’ll stay long.”

Miss Haverford chortled without committing the laugh to one particular opinion or the other. “Thank you ever so much,” she offered as she handed over the correct payment and carefully picked up a wax-paper bag of sharply rose-scented powder. "That was very quick work, wasn’t it?“

Katelyn smiled again. It was genuine, if a little weary with exasperation. "Now, remember, it works best at…”

“At a mirror,” Miss Haverford suggested meekly.

“At dusk, Miss Haverford.”

“Oh, yes, silly me.” Her sheepish nods threatened to send her hat flying off her head, especially once Katelyn ushered her out of the shop and the wind caught it. "Thank you!“

"Oh, any time,” Katelyn assured her, and shut the front door securely.

The Porthaven Witch let out a long breath, pressing her fingers briefly to her eyes. It wasn’t Miss Haverford’s fault that she was so very herself; but no lack of blame would stop Katelyn from performing mercilessly accurate impressions when she told this story later.

In the meantime, there was the wizard to consider.

His presence was unpleasant, but she had tolerated it with the assumption that he would be gone in a week at most. This business about shop fronts changed things. She had no patience for competition, especially when that competition doubtless cared for money and attention more than the actual work of helping the people of Porthaven. She should straighten this out now, before the fellow got any ideas.

That decided, Katelyn strode into the back of her shop and applied a darker shade of red to her a lips and a tint of intimidating gold around her eyes. Upon further consideration, she put on her long black coat, the one which she saved specially for occasions on which she wanted to look as though she had just incinerated someone and had half a mind to finish you off next. She wanted to make her message as clear as possible in case Porthaven had landed itself with a particularly slow wizard.

Years of regular business had dulled the locals’ fear of witchcraft; it had not, however, dulled their fear of Katelyn. They parted before her like frightened waters before the bow of a determined ship, and she made it across the city in record time.

Most of the shops on Madam Jacobs’ row were closed at this hour. A gaudy new sign hung above the wizard’s shop, but the store itself looked just as vacant and disused as it had for the past several months. The front step was still in desperate need of sweeping. Katelyn’s opinion of the wizard, already scornful, sank below sea level. She marched up to the door, brushed aside the scrap of paper declaring it closed until Monday next, and knocked.

No one answered. A passerby on late business crossed the street to avoid the disapproval radiating from the Porthaven Witch.

Drawing herself up, Katelyn knocked again. This time, a gruff voice said from inside: “Someone’s at the door, genius!”

After that, she could make out only indistinct grumbling and a few thudding footsteps. A moment later, the door sprung open, and in the threshold stood the wizard, posing as if the door frame were a picture frame.

And he was, she had to admit (even in her irritation), a picturesque sort of man. He was tall and slim, traits exaggerated by the sharp cut of his doubtless expensive clothes. He had a dusting of freckles above a rakish, knowing grin. What nearly made her forget her anger was the sight of his lively, almost unnaturally bright eyes.

Katelyn had always adored the color green.

He folded one arm across his middle and bowed smoothly. "The Wizard Nygma, at your service,“ he announced in a warm baritone. "You are the renowned Witch of Porthaven, I presume?”

“I am,” Katelyn replied with a haughty twist of her mouth. It was a necessary touch; the alternative was smiling despite herself, and she simply couldn’t have that right now. But he did have a lovely voice. As an extra precaution, she gave the dusty foyer behind him a skeptical glance. “Is this your new shop, sir?”

“It’s hardly new,” the Wizard Nygma allowed with transparent modesty. "But nonetheless it will become my shop by Monday.“ He stepped aside and made a grandiose gesture. "Won’t you come in?”

She could hardly refuse, and anyway it wouldn’t do to cut someone down while standing out on their doorstep. Katelyn stepped inside. "I will be straightforward with you, Mister Nygma. There is a reason I came to see you today. The fact of the matter is that no city needs two magicians.“

"Oh, I’m inclined to agree, Miss Katelyn.” He smiled winningly. "The majority of my business will remain at Kingsbury. I wouldn’t dream of intruding on your trade. I will only take on whatever tasks are beyond you.“

”Excuse me—"

“Besides,” he continued easily, “magic is such a broad study—it’s incredibly unlikely that we have the same thing to offer. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“That may be true—”

“So it stands to reason that in all probability, we won’t be in each other’s way at all!”

“Mister Nygma.”

He blinked.

Katelyn centered herself for a moment. And then she asked firmly, “Why do you have a fire demon in your hearth?”

The wizard visibly started so violently that a lock of red hair fell in his face. He glanced at the hearth. "W-well…“ He cleared his throat. "You can see him?”

Katelyn nodded imperiously. In truth, she would never have spotted the demon if she hadn’t heard him first, but there was no need for Nygma to know that. Illusions, alterations—these were not her strengths in magic. But when it came to words, she could ferret out anything, and the wizard’s demon had given himself away.

Before Nygma could respond, the fire crackled out a laugh. "Hot dog,“ it said, "somebody to talk to besides this smartass.”

“How—that’s impossible!” Nygma cried.

“Was that meant to be beyond me, Mister Nygma?” Katelyn asked, raising an eyebrow.

Nygma’s mouth hung open. The fire demon roared with laughter. The wizard reddened and snapped, “Oh, simmer down, Lynns.”

“Good one,” the demon acknowledged.

The wizard cleared his throat again and straightened his cuffs. "Miss Katelyn,“ he began. "Perhaps we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.”

Katelyn folded her arms and adopted an expression of utmost patience.

He hummed uncertainly and held out a hand. "Edw—ah, the Wizard Nygma, at your service.“

After some consideration, she allowed him to take her hand. "Katelyn, better known as the Porthaven Witch.” Her eyes glittered teasingly. "A pleasure to meet you, Mister Edw-ah.“

She caught a glimpse of a smile that was finally more genial than arch before he bowed over her hand. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Katelyn.”

#Katie #otp: RiddleKat #fandom: DC

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