#oh woah i love the color pallet here
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Review | Seto Kaiba x youtuber!Reader
Warning: Female Reader
Kaiba bit his lip, watching the fairly popular video. A young woman was reviewing quite a few different tech products. One of them happened to be his newest duel disk.
He was pissed.
He wasn't sure if it was her she was pissed at or the production company he employed but this video was tarnishing his reputation. Seto thought about forcing her to take it down but that would only make people think he did it. It would also hurt his sales.
It wasn't as if it was her fault that upon opening the box it fell apart and wouldn't even turn on. He picked up his phone, calling to see if the manufacturer had found out anything about that particular batch.
It was why it went viral. People where saying Kaiba was cheapening his products.
Scamming people.
"Well?" he said roughly into the blue Kaiba brand cell phone.
"S-Sir! It does look as if that batch was dropped off of the pallet before shipping." A nervous voice said.
Kaiba huffed. "Did they get fired?!"
"Y-yes sir,"
"Good. Also, I need a new duel disk sent to my office in the colors of that woman's channel colors..." Kaiba responded coolly.
He had a plan.
"Sir?"
"You heard me. It better be on my desk by tomorrow,"
Seto pressed the end button aggressively. The next step he took was began an email to the young woman. Hopefully this would be good press.
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"Hey, guys!" (Y/n) said into a camera as she walked. "You won't believe where I am! I am in Domino City! This is like a gamer's Disney!"
She spun happily to show the city. "I have a big surprise as to why I'm here too!" She continued her introduction, filming her day up until she was standing in front of the original Kaiba Corp building.
"Here we are! The big surprise! The real Seto Kaiba saw my video on the duel disk. He wanted to be able to explain the whole situation! I even got a special key badge for today," She grinned and pushed through the crystal glass doors.
Putting the camera at her hip, she stopped at the security desk explaining why she was there. They were pointed to a special blueish chrome elevator. She walked over, scanning her badge. It pinged. The doors opened smoothly, she stepped in carefully. It made her feel a bit claustrophobic for a moment that was until she turned around to see how beautiful the lobby was. The shaft of the elevator was all glass inside, encased by a clear waterfall. The building had cubicles and workers but large statues of different duel monsters filled the center. They were disturbingly realistic. As if that giant blue eyes white dragon could fly off any second. She couldn't resist filming her trip up.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the elevator opened to his floor. Three doors, a desk with a secretary... Or was he security? Both? He looked up at her with a grumpy look, noticing the camera.
"So you must be her." He crossed his large arms. "Mr. Kaiba is waiting."
(Y/n) swallowed hard, nervous suddenly. It wasn't her first celebrity she's met. At least gamer celebs. She even met Yugi Moto once at a convention they were both guests at. But they had all been good.
Seto Kaiba's reputation really wasn't the best.
She stepped forward, knocking on the large doors at the end of the short hallway. The way it looked, his office must take 1/3 of the floor.
They opened automatically, there sat the handsome young CEO. A big box with blue wrapping paper and a silver ribbon sat on the desk.
"Sit." He nodded towards a blue chair across from him, sewn in a blue velvet.
He really knew themeing.
"Where do you want to set up the camera?" He asked coolly, looking her over.
He could admit she was... Cute.
She had appeal. Maybe he could use her as a face for Kaiba tech? Interesting.
"Oh! Uh." She had been wearing a large bag all day filled with equipment, she almost forgot she had it.
She placed said bag down and glanced around. There was a nice white leather couch with blue pillows and nodded. "That looks comfortable."
Then she moved to grab her bag only for that large security man from before to grab it politely.
She frowned but let it slide, Kaiba stood up.
"Wow, you are tall."
Did she just say that out loud?
Kaiba raised a neatly manicured eye brow at her. It was always interesting how he made people feel. Nervousness reflected so differently on different people.
"I mean I've only seen you on tv," She was so embarrassed.
He smirked but didn't say anything as he sat down. The man grabbed the wrapped present and (Y/n) began to set up her video equipment. Maybe she should hire a producer?
It took a bit of time but she finally sat down next to Seto. He was so tall that when sat at an angle his knee gently bumped hers. This made her face feel warm. Why was he so handsome?!
The camera was rolling but Kaiba barely changed his personality. "I noticed your duel disk didn't meet Kaiba Corp standard." He explain. "It seems there was an incident in shipping that I wasn't informed of. We recalled all of the duel disks from that shipment."
He picked up the gift making it obvious for the camera. "I want you to be the first to get your replacement."
Her heart fluttered when her eyes met his, what she didn't know that his did the same thing.
"Oh! I see! I'm so glad that you are accepting responsibility! So many companies just brush it away!" She was actually shocked that this was what it was about but yet had a feeling.
Her hands shakily opened the wrapping paper showing the custom machine. It was her favorite colors and matched her channel asthetic so well. Internally she was squealing.
"Oh wow!" She moved and began to open it on camera showing a beautiful working piece of machinery. "I'm very impressed." They talked a little longer. Kaiba using it as an advertisement moment and they finished it quickly. That was when a young man with black hair walked in. Probably only nineteen. He must be the now older Mokuba. His eyes widened.
"Woah! Seto. I didn't know she was coming today!" He was excited it seemed. "I loved the videos where you just unbox capsule monsters. Even though I have most of them it's so satisfying!"
She was in shock he even knew her.
"Thank you! I'm so glad." She glances at time. She needed to be at her hotel soon to call her friends back home.
"I'm sorry" she bowed. "I have to go soon. Morning back home is happening and everyone wants to see me safe!"
Mokuba watched her leave with a frown then looked at his older brother.
"If you don't ask her out... I will,"
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A Promise of Things to Come
Note: This is for @smudgethistledraws :)
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A Promise of Things to Come
(Stan Pines x Reader)
SFW -- 2650 words
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Before my knuckles could make contact with the front door of the Mystery Shack, it was flung open unceremoniously by the most adorable and energetic creature imaginable – Mabel Pines.
“You’re finally here, hurry up – come in!”
In fact, I was 10 minutes early. But, try telling this ball of energy that.
Before I could reply, she grabbed my hand and practically dragged me up the stairs to the attic bedroom she shared with her twin brother. Catching only a small glimpse of Stan as he lounged on his worn chair in the living room, he tossed me a wink before disappearing from view. Naturally, I could feel my cheeks burn as my heart skipped a beat. And, naturally, Mabel was the first to notice.
“Hey! You’re here now to teach me to draw, not to fawn over Grunkle Stan,” she chided as she slammed her way through the attic door, startling Dipper who was situated on the floor with about a hundred sheets of graph paper surrounding him.
“Oh hey,” he greeted as he gathered his wits. He had obviously been deep in thought, no doubt mapping out a new dungeon for his next game of DD&moreD.
Waving to him casually, I glanced around the room which was littered with half packed boxes and I was reminded that the summer was rapidly coming to a close. The twins would be returning to California by the end of the week and my weekly private sessions with Mabel would be coming to an end. Which also meant my opportunities to snag precious time with Stan would be coming to an end, as well. He and his twin brother, Ford, would be resuming their seasonal sailing trip around the world, leaving the Mystery Shack back into Soos’ capable care. And I – I would go back to my day job; art teacher at the local high school.
“Dipper, where are my art supplies?” Mabel questioned her twin as she tossed items from boxes in search.
“How should I know?” he asked, annoyance lacing his tone as he gnawed on the end of his ink pen so hard, I was afraid it would explode in his mouth. “You’re the one who packed them away.”
“But you should have been watching me!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation. Catching a hint of color from the corner of my eye, I strolled over to a box situated next to Mabel’s bed and pulled her pallet of watercolors from inside. “You found them!”
Snatching the pallet from my hands, she then dove into the box to retrieve the remainder of her supplies.
“Uh, Mabel – it seems like Dipper has claimed most of the space up here today. How about we have today’s lesson in the kitchen?”
Dipper glanced up at me, displaying an appreciative smile as Mabel agreed and yanked me back toward the stairs.
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On our way to the kitchen, I was able to sneak one more peek at the man I’d been quietly admiring all summer before settling in at the table with Mabel and all of her supplies. For our last lesson, I gave her free reign to create whatever her heart desired as I casually day dreamed. In the living room, I could faintly hear Stan and Ford planning their fall adventure and I mentally inserted myself into those plans; imagined myself at Stan’s side, supporting him unconditionally. In fact, I’d do so regardless of a fantasy trip around the world, if only given the opportunity.
And, why hadn’t I received that opportunity? I couldn’t quite say, to be honest. The brief interactions I’d had with Stan thus far included his poor, but endearing, attempts at flirting and my bashful giggling. It was nearly impossible to spend time with him alone due to one of the kids or his brother constantly milling about. And now, with the summer coming to a close, I’d probably not see him again for the better part of a year.
Sighing to myself, I was only brought back into the moment when the snap of Mabel’s fingers, just inches from my face, pulled me from my brooding.
“So, what do you think?” she asked, holding up the painting she’d just completed of her and her pet pig, Waddles. Mabel had picked up the techniques I’d taught her rather well and her own unique style emerged quite early. In truth, she was incredibly talented.
“It’s great, dear,” I assured, taking the small canvas from her hands to inspect it closely.
“Really?! Oh, I’m so glad because it’s a gift for you! I want you to keep it to have something to remind you of me and Waddles.”
Peering over the canvas at the young girl’s beaming smile simultaneously warmed and clinched my heart. I refused to accept any form payment when I’d agreed to tutor Mabel but I supposed taking this token of her affection would be fine. And, it was quite well done as Mabel was a natural talent.
Glancing at my watch, I was disappointed that our final session was coming to a close. It was finally time to say goodbye.
I kept the affair as short and sweet as possible, hugging each twin in an almost vice like grip. Dipper was utterly adorable as his round cheeks flushed crimson and he stuttered his farewell. Mabel gave as good as she got, crushing my ribs with force I didn’t think was possible within her tiny body.
And, by the time I’d made my way to the door, the living room was deserted. I’d missed my chance. That is, until I somberly stepped out onto the front porch and collided with something large and solid.
“Woah, watch where you’re goin’ there, toots,” a deep and gruff voice rumbled from the object blocking my path. A voice that was delightfully familiar and set a rush of warm dopamine through my circulatory system.
“I – I’m so sorry!” I stammered, gathering my wits as Stan wrapped his large hands around my biceps and peeled me from his front. “I was just on my way –”
“Say, whatcha doin’ this coming Saturday?”
Now a foot between us, I glanced up toward his face to catch him peering down his nose at me. But, his eyes were soft; a hit of a smile playing on the corners of his mouth as he awaited my reply.
I felt a bit silly as I admitted, “I have no plans. Why do you ask?”
“Well, I was – uh – wonderin’ if… ya know, if you’d maybe wanna catch dinner with me?” Awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, a slight blush crept up from his neck to dust his cheeks. It was utterly endearing. He actually seemed anxious at the prospect of my refusal. “The kids leave on Friday afternoon and Ford and I won’t be packing up until the following week, so I thought –”
“Of course, I’d love to,” I replied before he could somehow talk himself out of it. “I’ll meet you here at 8:00 pm.” Then, I stepped around him and headed to my car without another word.
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When Saturday evening finally arrived, I spent an exorbitant amount of time fussing over my hair, makeup and outfit. Checking the time every 15 minutes, the butterflies in my stomach seemed to be having a ticker tape parade. Then, with half an hour to spare, I drove the path that would lead me to the disheveled shack in the middle of nowhere.
What I’d expected when I arrived was far from what I was actually presented with. Instead of finding Stanley Pines in his normal attire, casually lounging on the ratty couch situated on the front porch, I was greeted with a dapper man in a proper suit holding a bouquet of flowers that appeared to be hand picked.
Parking my vehicle, I was startled when Stan moved with impressive speed to make it to my door before I could open it myself. Tucking the flowers under one arm, he fumbled with the handle until it popped open and I gawked at him in confusion.
“Hey, don’t look so shocked,” he mumbled as he offered me a hand, which I gingerly took. “I can clean up semi-decent when the mood strikes.”
Speechless, I took the offered bouquet and allowed him to lead me toward the shack. But, words continued to fail me as we entered, due to the sight before me.
Someone had taken the time to thoroughly clean. The shack was spotless, from ceiling to floor and a pleasant aroma wafted toward me from the kitchen.
Someone had helped him arrange this. And, since the twins had departed the day prior, that only left one person. However, I knew better than to give Stanley’s twin brother any credit in this matter.
“I hope you don’t mind staying in,” he hedged, shifting his eyes toward me to gauge my reaction.
“Of course not. What smells so good?”
“Um, well –” he took the flowers from my loose grip and popped them into a drinking glass filled with water on the kitchen counter, “–chicken parmesan…?”
The uncertainty in his voice earned a giggle from me as he escorted me to the kitchen table. Everything had already been set up and served on mismatched dishware. There were two long stem candles placed in the middle of the display, flickering a soft glow on the meal that, indeed, resembled chicken parmesan. Silently thanking Ford for the valiant effort, I took a seat in front of one of the placements with a smile that I was certain resembled that of a lovesick teenager.
What was all this? Why had Stan gone through all the trouble when he could have easily taken me to Greasy’s Diner? Why had he even asked me to dinner in the first place? Most of our previous interactions had been brief and surface level. An intimate setting, such as this, begged familiarity or the promise of it. Or – or maybe I was reading far too much into a kind gesture?
I was suddenly pulled from my inner contemplation when Stan yanked the other chair from the table and plopped down across from me. He seemed a bit stiff and awkward and he reached for the bottle of red table wine and poured himself a tall glass before scooching the bottle toward me. Taking his lead, I poured myself a glass as well and attempted to settle in.
Dinner was, surprisingly, easy and carefree. Stan proved to be an excellent conversationalist and had fantastical stories that kept me on the edge of my seat during the duration. Soon, I found myself pouring my third glass of wine and my inhibitions were being softened around the edges as my smiles and giggles materialized with ease.
“Ya gettin’ tipsy there, doll?” Waggling his eyebrows, he tipped the wine bottle toward me before taking a swig directly from it.
“I could ask you the same question,” I countered, taking a larger gulp than was necessary from my glass. Another giggle passed my lips as Stan lowered his glasses to peer at me from above the rims. Suddenly stunned by his beautiful eyes, I covered my mouth with the back of my hand and averted my gaze.
“Why did you ask me to dinner?” The words tumbled from my mouth before they'd even fully formed in my mind and the humiliation crept up from my chest to burn my cheeks. I wanted to take them back – stuff them back down my throat and swallow them whole. But, it was too little, too late.
Luckily, though, the wine had kicked Stan’s cockiness into high gear and he was more than willing to explain.
“You’re cute,” he stated simply, running a large hand through his hair. “I’ve also caught you making eyes at me. Couldn’t let that opportunity pass by, now could I?” Then, he laughed; a booming baritone that seemed to vibrate from his body, travel across the distance between us and tingle the tips of my fingers and toes.
I had no retort. Mostly because the wine was coursing through my veins delightfully, but the truth was undeniable.
“Well, I’m glad you did.”
“Me too, doll.”
The conversation continued to flow, easy and effortless. Stan encouraged me to tell a story or two of my own when his reserve had finally been tapped. He even appeared interested as I spoke instead of the slightly annoyed demeanor he always wore.
Eventually, though, the conversation grew scarce and the wine ran dry. It was late and I became hyper aware of the fact that the two of us were completely alone in the shack. Briefly, I wondered where Ford could be. But, I hadn’t seen him all evening so it was probably safe to assume that he’d taken refuge elsewhere for the evening.
And, that realization sent a rush of adrenaline directly to the base of my spine.
“I should probably get going. I have plans to meet a friend for breakfast tomorrow.”
It was a poor excuse, but an excuse nonetheless. As much as I wanted to spend time with Stan, I didn’t want to move too fast and squander my opportunity for a meaningful relationship.
“Oh, of course, yeah. I’ve – uh – got important things to do too, ya know.”
Scrambling from the table, he approached me and offered me his hand in the same manner as when he’d met me at my car. The endearment hit me hard and actually felt tears prick my eyes as I slipped my hand into his. Seconds later, he had me to my feet and slyly tucked and hooked my arm around his in a guise to steady me as he led me toward the front door. Even though I wasn’t anywhere near intoxicated, I allowed him this reprieve and reveled in the warmth of his body where we touched.
Soon – too soon – we were standing on the front porch of the shack, a warm breeze caressing my cheeks and tousling the loose strands of my hair. This one singular moment was perfect and I would have been content for it to last forever.
That is, until I felt Stan’s gaze bore into me and I was compelled to tip my face upward to lock my eyes with his.
His expression was soft and somehow sweet – expectant. Something seemed to crackle in the atmosphere between us, drawing us toward one another like the pull of a magnet. I was powerless to resist it, even if I’d wanted to, so I nearly melted when Stan gently cupped the back of my neck and coaxed me toward him.
His lips were firm yet yielding as they molded around my own. Almost chaste in their gentleness and my heart swelled with thick emotion. I returned the kiss with as much fervor as I could muster, slightly opening my lips to encase his before swiping my tongue very lightly on his bottom lip. It was a promise of things to come… later.
Then, just as soon as the kiss began, it was over. The warmth and pressure now a ghost upon my lips as he pulled back and released me. I was slightly dazed as he chucked and slung one burly arm around my shoulders.
“Don’t lose my number while I’m gone this fall, huh?” The uncertainty in his voice made me smirk. Did he actually think I’d forget about him?
“Impossible,” I replied, pointing toward the bumper sticker Mabel had plastered on the back of my car with the Mystery Shack’s telephone number in large, bold font.
“Good girl.”
The End.
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PeacefulDeath Part 3
Tagging @specifiedshippinglover13 because they love this ship
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Tosk is behind the front desk, gathering a few things to a bag.
Reaper sauntered his way up to the desk and watched Tosk gathering things up. "boo!" he said lightly with a chuckle. "what you up to?"
Tosk looked at him, "Oh just packing a few things, gonna finally go sleep for a while"
"oh?" Reaper perked up in interest.
"Yeah" Tosk slightly blushed and looked away, "You can go with me if you want . . ."
"i'd love to!" Reaper grinned at Tosk. cute.
Tosk smiled at him, he soon finished packing, "We can go now"
"ok, lead the way."
Tosk walked out of the building and started walking towards the forest.
Reaper followed closely behind, strolling along casually. "you sleep in the forest?"
"You could say it like that" Tosk looked towards the sky.
Reaper looks slightly confused at Tosk's crypticness but figures he'll find out in a second and just keeps walking alongside him.
After a while of walking through the forest Tosk stopped and looked straight at the sky, above them was a floating island.
Reaper looks up with Tosk, his eyes widening. "whoa... how did i not notice that walking up?"
"It's usually hidden until you walk into the right spot" Tosk quietly sighed "I trust you enough to bring you here and show you my uh . . . Secret . . ."
"that's a pretty cool secret..." Reaper says, still looking up. "seems like a prime napping spot for how long you say you sleep too... how do you get up there though?" Reaper prys his eyelights from the sky to look at Tosk.
"The island isn't then only secret . . ." Tosk took a deep breath and shapeshifted himself to have Blue wings, He's looking away from Reaper.
"woah." Reaper's cheekbones dust a bright blue. "may i?" Reaper holds a hand out just short of touching one of tosk's wings.
Tosk slightly nodded.
Reaper runs his fingers all the way through the soft down of Tosk's wings, marveling and the how beautiful and blue they were. "your wings are gorgeous... and so soft." Reaper said, the blush on his face deepening.
Tosk is quiet, He's blushing.
Reaper looks up at Tosk with a small smile. "wanna see something?"
Tosk slightly nodded.
Reaper took a step back and after a small flash of magic his own wings, adorned with bones and black as night, unfurled, adding to his deathly image.
Tosk slightly smiled, "You have wings too . . . heh . . ." Tosk slightly moved his wings "The wings aren't the only thing that I keep . . . secret . . ."
Reaper fluttered his in response "heh yeah... they're not as fly as your's though." Reaper chuckled. "what else do you keep secret?"
"What I was trying to say is that I'm . . . I'm a . . . I'm a shapeshifter . . ." Tosk said the last part quietly and unsure.
Reaper's eyes widen "you can?"
"I can shapeshift, yes . . ." Tosk is nervous.
"hey... it's ok, i'm not gonna shun you for something that's just a part of you. honestly it's pretty cool."
Tosk looked at Reaper "Really?"
"yeah, did you think i'd be afraid or something?" Reaper chuckled. "i'm just more interested in you now more than anything."
"I was just scared that you'll be weirded out like some people . . ." Tosk quietly yawned.
"i'm the god of death and i've lived for eons taking countless souls... believe me, you're far from the strangest being i've come across in the multiverse."
Tosk smiled softly, he's happy that Reaper accepts him.
Reaper looked up to the sky and back to Tosk. "well lets get up there before you're too tired to fly up yourself."
"Yeah" Tosk began flying towards the island rather quickly.
Reaper watched him go and with a laugh raced to catch up to him.
Tosk landed on the island, Reaper landed close behind him, panting and looking around.
The island is beautiful, there are fruit trees here, flowers growing and blooming, there's a clear stream too.
Tosk shapeshifted himself to his usual form, sat down and leaned on a tree.
Reaper wipes some sweat from his brow and he smiles at their surroundings. "this place is amazing..." Reaper magics his wings away and sits himself next to Tosk.
"Yeah" Tosk is smiling softly, he closed his eyes. "Well welcome to the Oasis" Tosk yawned again, he's relaxed.
"heh, thanks." Reaper reclines against the tree with his hands behind his head. "so... i'm curious, shapeshifting... is this what you look like? or just your favorite form?"
"It's my favorite form, my real one isn't that interesting . . ." Tosk is trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in.
Reaper chuckled "what is interesting to you then? i'm pretty sure on our first date you insisted you were boring and that's definitely not been true at all." Reaper side-eyes Tosk with a smile "you don't gotta show me now, but i'd be interested in seeing sometime."
Tosk slightly nodded, He's unable to find a comfortable position.
"c'mere, stop fidgeting." Reaper opens his arms for Tosk to snuggle into.
Tosk hesitantly snuggled into Reaper, He's bigger than the god of death.
Reaper does his best to wrap his arms around Tosk but it's difficult, he's blushing.
Tosk wrapped his arms around Reaper without a problem, He's smiling and blushing.
"can you shapeshift into anything?"
"There's almost no limit, so technically yes"
"that's pretty amazing..." Reaper looks thoughtful "almost though? so can you turn into a toaster or a bowling ball?" He snickers.
"No, I can't, I'm limited by color pallete and at one point size too" Tosk is slightly smiling.
"you're limited to just blue then..." Reaper mused. "at least it's the loveliest shades of blue."
Tosk blushed at that comment.
"how big or small can you go?" Reaper asked, curiosity in his voice.
"From few centimeters to a few meters" Tosk closed his eyes.
Reaper held Tosk, idly stroking his head and contemplating the new information.
Tosk is slowly falling asleep.
Reaper's feeling relaxed and sleepy himself, he closes his eyes and nuzzles Tosk, purring.
Soon Tosk feel asleep, He's slightly leaning on Reaper.
Reaper soon drifted off to sleep himself.
#tosk#tosk!sans#reaper#reaper!sans#death!sans#reapertale#undermine#undertale alternate universe#undertale#undertale au#ut#utau#au#utmv#fanfic#peacefuldeath
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Returning Home (Pokeshipping)
This is a pokeshipping one-shot. (SMUT RATING: none)
It was a beautiful sunny day in Pallet Town. Ash woke up to the sound of a Butterfree tapping on his bedroom window. Sitting up, Ash rubbed the fatigue from his eyes, and haphazardly stretched his arms and legs. It has been about a week since returning from his last adventure in Sinnoh, and he still felt the ongoing effects of jetlag and the general strain his journeys have put on his body. Letting out a big yawn, Ash reached over to his bedside table, grabbed a glass of water that was leftover from the night before, and gulped it till it was dry. Setting the glass back on his bedside table, he looked over and smiled, as his still fast asleep Pikachu next to him. Pikachu was softly kicking his legs with an expressionless yet peaceful face. What could he be dreaming about? Ash wondered, as he carefully made his way out of bed, and tucked Pikachu back under the covers.
"Sweet dreams, bud" Ash whispered as he tiptoed out of his room, and made his way to the kitchen.
"Morning Ash! Did you sleep well? I made you some breakfast," Ash's mother motioned to the dining room table. Ash made his way over to the dining room, and sat down. He looked at the fairly large display of food before him: a bowl of scrambled eggs, a plate piled high with toast and crispy bacon, and a pitcher of apple juice.
"Woah, thanks mom, you really went all out, didn't you?" Ash started to fill his plate.
"Well, I wanted it to be nice!" Ash's mom sat down at the table next to him, pouring herself a glass of juice. "We're having a special guest come over today."
"Really," Ash took a big bite of bacon, and wiped his mouth "who?"
Just as his mom was about to answer, they both heard a knocking at the front door.
"Hmm, that must be them, would you mind getting the door sweetie? They probably want to see you more than me." his mom informed, as she herself started to put together her plate of food.
Ash agreed and got up from his seat. Walking over to the door, he wondered who was going to be greeting him from the otherside. Most of his friends that lived in Pallet were out on adventures, even Professor Oak was out of town for the next month to research pokemon evolution with Professor Elm.
"Hello?" Ash opened the front door only to reveal the face of a familiar redhead and her Azurill. "Ah, Misty!" Ash choked out in surprise "It's great to see you."
"It's good to see you too!" Misty smiled.
"Azurill, rill" Azurill chimed in.
"Hi Azurill," Ash responded warmly while scratching behind its ears. "I know Pikachu will especially be happy to see you! C'mon in guys, my mom made breakfast"
Ash moved aside, and let them in. Misty took off her shoes at the front door, something that she always did when she went to a friend’s house. Misty took notice of Ash’s shoes- the same ones he had worn back when she traveled with him around Johto. Numerous memories of her shared adventures with Ash flooded back into Misty’s mind. Needless to say, they brought a warming presence with them that left her feeling nostalgic. Turning around, she made her way to the dining room. Trailing behind her, Ash mindlessly scanned Misty’s backside. The shock factor now gone, his mind was now able to really observe his old friend. Almost instantly, he took notice of how beautiful she had grown. He had never seen her in this way before, and he wasn't quite sure why. Everything about Misty was stunning, even a blind man could have spotted her beauty. Capturing his thoughts, Ash shook his head back to reality, reminding himself not to violate his friend. He fanned his face in an attempt to dissipate some of the color that had inhabited his cheeks. He thought it best, to keep his reactions to a minimum- for Misty’s sake.
They both made their way to the dining room, and saw Delia sitting at the table, and Pikachu on the floor, both chowing down on their breakfast.
"Hi, Mrs.Ketchum, it's nice to see you again. You too Pikachu, how are you doing?" Misty sat down at the table, and set Azurill on the ground.
”I see you woke up Pikachu!” Ash acknowledged.
"Pika, pi" Pikachu was happy to see Misty, but he was ecstatic to see Azurill.
Azurill ran over to Pikachu, who held out a handful of pokemon food to him in a friendly manner.
"Welcome, Misty. You must be starving after such a long journey to Pallet, I hope you came hungry!" Ash’s mom handed her a plate.
"I sure did," Misty confirmed as she started to scoop some eggs "Everything here looks delicious!"
After breakfast, Ash and Misty decided to go for a walk out on route 1. While they walked, Ash told Misty about his time taking in the pokemon league in Sinnoh, and all of Team Rocket's usual shenanigans, while Misty talked about all of the strong trainers that have come to battle her in Cerulean.
"I'm telling you Ash, some of those trainers could easily give you a run for your money," Misty claimed "it seems as if everyday, a stronger opponent comes to challenge me."
"Wow, you must be getting stronger," Ash admired.
"I am, you and I are gonna have to have a pokemon battle before I go," Misty offered.
"Yeah," Ash's voice lowered "Before you go,"
"Is everything ok Ash, you know you can tell me anything." Misty slowed her pace so that she could look Ash in his eyes.
"Yeah," Ash perked up. "It's just, seeing you lately has had me thinking how much I miss having you at my side, you know traveling and seeing the world together. I just miss the good old days is all."
Misty was shocked at what she was hearing. Ash was never the type of person to openly state his feelings like that. What has gotten into him? Even so, underneath her shock, a warm spark of contentment emerged. It was comforting to know that her presence was missed.
"Misty, I know that you have a responsibility at the Cerulean gym, and that I am constantly busy trying to be a pokemon master, but from now on, let's not be strangers, ok?" Ash looked at Misty, who was rendered quite speechless "You see… I... I really like spending time with you." Ash blurted out, as he felt his face growing in temperature.
Misty stopped dead in her tracks, replaying every word that Ash was saying in her head. At this point, her stomach was tying itself in a million knots. "Oh, Ash I loved the thought of being by your side, and that feeling hasn’t gone away. I could spend forever with you, and never get bored. I just didn't know you felt the same way. ”
Ash shook his head "Well Misty, I'm full of surprises," Ash whispered as he closed the gap between him and Misty and matched his lips to hers.
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Party Dancecapades! (Another View) Fic
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Summary: This is meant to take place during XYZ Episode 12 aka “the dance episode”. We know Misty and Brock got their Mega Stones and learned about Mega Evolution before the end of the first season of Sun & Moon. Who knows though if they came to Kalos to get them? And could it have been around the same time Ash was in Kalos? Anything’s possible right??
Misty stood in the crowd overlooking the spectacular venue. This sure was Kalos all right. The palace itself looked like something from one of her many post cards. The architecture, the ambiance, the romanticism of it all. She was sure the air just smelled like sweet foreign pastries although, it could be because she was standing right next to the assorted treats and drinks they had laid out across a large table and stretched on from one end of the ball room to another; for the hungry party goers.
She grabbed a delicious and colorful pistachio macaron that matched the color of her long elegant ball gown; savoring the moment and the scene upon her before she would get back to the dance floor. This really had to be a dream. She couldn’t believe that she was actually in this region and that she got to be here and feel like a princess for a day. I guess she had both she’d hate to admit it but her sisters and even Gary Oak to thank for that.
“Bonjour Misty, get packin’!”
“Gary?”
Yea it’s me who else? Listen I’m thinking about taking a trip up to Kalos to learn a thing or two about Mega Evolution. There’s a lot more to it then just special effects you know? I think it would be good for you as a gym leader and all seeing as you need to sharpen your skills a bit—”
“—Hey!”
“And bring Brocky Boy along with ya! Might as well keep him up to date.
“I have you on speaker Gary he’s right here…
"I hate that nickname you know.”
"Yea yea meet me at the lab at eight and don’t be late!”
Click
“What? What’s up?”
“I don’t know Brock all those Kaloisian girls…”
“Misty! Who do you think I am? I am going there to explore new possibilities In Pokémon medicine!”
She raised an eyebrow. “Your going there to explore something alright. Behave yourself you got that!”
They may not have all been exceptionally close friends, but ever since Tracey was always going to Cerulean to visit Daisy and Gary needed to also meet up with his grandfathers ambitious assistant to help him with something or to take something back to the oak lab. He would always run into Misty and by extension sometimes Brock who would visit his friends on most occasions and talk to them both about the latest information in Pokémon medicine and all the water Pokémon at the gym. Not to mention the occasional Pokémon battles to keep skills sharp and engage in some “friendly competition”, and not to also be forgotten all the holiday gatherings from Pallet and Cerulean. They’ve all became connected and closer.
So when Gary had told her about the possible discovered mega stones for water Pokémon that could perform Mega Evolution including Gyaradosite, there was no way Misty could pass that opportunity up. Unfortunately, for her though, any mention of a trip to Kalos was not something her world famous “sensational sisters” sisters could pass up on either.
“So like where are you going in such a hurry. Oh! Did Ash come back home? Are you headed over to Pallet town? Cause like then w—”
“No.”
“No?”
“No! And it’s none of your business now move out of the way!”
“Now hold it right there little sister! If we are gonna like have to babysit this gym and have to battle and stuff I think we have like the right to know!”
Misty rubbed her temples in frustration reciting to herself “Breathe Misty. Remember to breathe. They need to still be around to watch the gym.”
“Me Brock and Gary are going to Kalos to stud—”
“—Wait did you say Kalos??”
“—Yes Kalos to—”
“—Without us?!?!”
“Oh no…”
“We’re like sooo going with you!”
“Oh no you don’t! This is the first vacation I had in weeks and we are there to study!”
“Oh please! You like love Kalos and all the fancy shops and cafes just as much as we do so you can’t fool us and besides! We know some people there! Like a Pokémon showcase performer friend, Aria is there and we like haven’t catched up in foreverrrr.”
“But Daisy!! Who am I supposed to get to watch the Gym? And what am I supposed to tell Gary?! He only bought three tickets… at least I think it’s three—”
“—Pfft! Please I’ll ask Tracey to watch over the gym and we can like get tickets ourselves! And besides with us by your side you can get access to so many parties and showcases!”
“But we’re not there to…go to…what kind of parties?”
“Where you can dance and wear fancy ball gowns and make up like a princess…”
“Like a princess…”
All 3 of them nod “uh huh..”
“Arghh!!! Fine! You can come!! But if you embarrass me I swear to mew I’m going to use your faces as a practice range for Gyrados hydro pump!”
“Ok..ok..”
“Would you care to dance?” Brock mock bowed.
“Haha, Why yes I would!” she said as her “mermaid” wig hair tickled her shoulder as she mock bowed in return.
“I got to ask why the wig again?”
“Listen its the only chance I get to not be “Misty the gym leader” I am Miltank milking it for all it’s worth!”
“You do see ladies here with short hair right?”
“I know it just feels more…Kalos.”
“I don’t understand what that means.” he chuckled twirling her around. “But you do look very nice.”
She looked to her left and saw Gary twirl his date gracefully as she spun around. They both had skill. He offered her a dance before which his date didn’t mind. Actually if Misty had to be honest with herself, she really liked this girl and they had spent hours before the party trying on dresses and visiting the café’s and shops in the area, leaving snarky comments and threats to both Gary and Brock in their wake.
Everyone had to have a date for this dance event; even their Pokémon partners.
“Oh no, what Pokémon am I gonna get to dance with Psyduck?!”
“Oh I know! How about my Furret or my Snubbull or really any of my Pokémon cause I have an all female team!” She winked a blue eye.
“Remember guys if something comes up, we can’t stay too long. Professor Sycamore is expecting us as soon as he gets to the Pokémon center here.
“Garebear stop being such a—”
“—Leaf, whatdya I tell you about that!”
The other two tried to hold back their fit of giggles. Yup! Misty definitely liked this girl.
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“Alright, everyone form into circles. It’s time to change partners. Then lets dance!”
Ash was not a dancer. He tried he really tried. He tried to learn Tierrno’s rhythmic battle style, Serena had tried to teach him and he can’t remember the countless of other people who tried to teach him something over the course of his travels about dancing… It wasn’t just that he had two left feet cause in actuality he didn’t. He could have balance and focus, he wasn’t clumsy! Well…ok he wasn’t that clumsy! He tried to debate himself that it was just that he had ZERO sense of rhythm!
He didn’t care though cause he loved it! He just never waited for the music to catch up with the impatience of his feet. He was always ahead of it and he was regretting that now.
Ash could only recall in his mind the one time his dancing was somewhat acceptable and that was a very looong time ago at the Maidens Peak festival at the very beginning of his journey back in Kanto.
“Come on Ash let’s dance!”
“Uh, sure!”
“Woah, ahh…”
It happened so fast that he couldn’t even process what was happening. She grasped his white gloved hand with her own pulling him more into the circular row of rotating suitors. He stumbled over his feet before he looked up. He saw an orange wave of waist length hair, but he couldn’t look at her eyes, they were closed??
She took full lead though (in spite of that) raising his left hand high above his head balanced only by the light tips of her fingers as she took a long bow and in the process making him bow as well.
He just stared. Something about her made him stare for a second, maybe it was the fact that he wanted to say something but nothing ever came out. It couldn’t be though..nah, no way…but…
She stood upright again, let go of his hand and began to leave and her eyes were still closed! She must have really known her way around these kind of things if she could just feel her way around.. she was really graceful. He smiled sheepishly as she passed until he heard someone else speak.
“Dancing’s not hard.”
“Aria!”
“It’s easy just relax!”
“O-Ok.”
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“Psy”
Psyduck’s bill hovered over the edge of the table. So close to that lonely slice of cake.
“…Psssyyyduuuucckkk?!” She growled out.
Busted! He didn’t hear the click of his irritated trainers heels approaching on the soft carpeting. Misty made her way back again to the table of sweet treats after catching the sight of her daring Pokémon out of the corner of her eye.
His cheeks flushed pink embarrassed or maybe terrified of the reprimand he knew was coming squinting his eyes and bracing himself.
He looked up but her hand wasn’t about to wack him. Her eyes were staring at it instead.
“—Duck?”
She spaced out for a moment running a thumb across her fingertips. A prickling ran through them with a strange familiarity. It was odd? She felt like she was in a trance, though that could have been cause she refused to open her eyes when she passed along the circle, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. It was too enticing just to feel the music and have her feet carry her where she went. She felt as though she was floating in water and she couldn’t risk having that bubble burst. (She navigated just fine.)
“Alright…”
“Huh.” She looked up towards the staircase. As did everyone else in the room.
“Let us begin today’s main event…”
She let out an audible unbelieving breath.
All other words were lost on her ears when she spotted someone. Or rather two someone’s, she wouldn’t have even entertained the belief otherwise. But a bit far up ahead was a Pikachu coming to stand by a boy with jet black hair in a navy blue suit that looked like .. no this was ridiculous.. still…
She moved closer up but a crowd was forming in front at the announcement. She craned her neck and stood on the tips of her toes just to try to get a better angle. She might have started excusing herself through the crowd but…
“Misty!” Gary’s hand had grasped her shoulder. “Geesh! Didn’t you hear us calling you?”
She raised an eyebrow and looked behind him to see Brock and Leaf had gathered their things. The later looking a bit disappointed
“…The battle begins next.”
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They returned the rented dresses and tusks, changed back into their regular clothes and headed up to the reception desk.
“Excuse me Mademoiselle. Did we need to return these?” Brock asked sliding her the cards they received upon arrival.
“Oh” the female the receptionist giggled. “No you are free to keep those!”
“Ah, then I will keep it as a souvenir from the beautiful woman who handed it to me.” He held it to his heart for effect.
Misty’s hand twitched in preparation to yank his ear and save the poor woman.
“Is the party over?” The receptionist asked confused.
“Not yet.” Gary answered. “But we gotta run. This party is just about wrapping up anyway. Professor Sycamore just updated me. We’re meeting with him; He’s staying at the Pokémon center a little ways back here tonight and since it’s already near sunset we’re gonna have a long trek back and I want to get there before it gets pitch black out.
“Oh well then, I hope you all had a wonderful time!” She smiled sweetly. “Please come back and visit.”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…” Brock stared at her dreamily.
“—Come on Brock!” Misty said forcefully giving his a shove as he was the only one still standing there when everyone else was heading out.
“Wait a minute!” Gary stopped abruptly and held his card up to the light. “Nah, ok we’re good. Let’s go.”
Leaf rolled her eyes and shifted her weight to her right hip and scoffed.
“Figures if it was you—”
“—Well did you get the special card? Hmm?” He smirks.
She stuck her tongue out at him and stalked ahead.
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They all followed out onto the amber golden side street; lit and glowing by the string of street lamps that begun to turn on at this hour.
Misty hung back a bit though a part of her itching to go back inside. Just find out if she was right??
“Hey, you ok?” Leaf looped an arm with hers directing her forward. She didn’t realize she started walking backwards to keep the palace in view just in case she changed her mind…
“Yea..”
“Liar.” She stared into her not buying into it.
“…I know this is gonna sound crazy but I could have sworn I saw… Ash.” She finally said it.
Brock and Gary both stopped several steps ahead, turned their heads and stared at her blinking.
Leaf looked puzzled as well. All was silent for a moment until Gary spoke up.
“Well it’s official someone spiked that punch. I knew everyone there was a little tipsy. It must be a Kalos thing. You know how many cheek kisses I got tonight?” He winced as soon as his brain caught up to his mouth.
“How many cheek kisses did you get tonight? Hmm?” Leaf crossed her arms. Not amused.
“Um.. it’s not important…” he waved a hand and quickly dismissed getting flustered at her scrutiny. He turned back to Misty for the quick excuse.
“How much punch did you drink?”
“None.” she deadpanned folding her arms.
“Misty ..” Brock started carefully “You know that’s a little hard to believe right?”
“I know. I know! It’s just I saw a Pikachu—”
“—A lot of trainers have Pikachu’s.”
“He was with a boy with black hair!—”
“—Lot of trainers have black hair.”
She threw her hands up in the air exasperated.
“Well he has been in Kalos right?! I mean he—”
“—So are thousands of other trainers…”
After this back and forth for a while trying to convince her that was sorta…impossible. Garry got the biggest smirk.
“You know what I think it is?” They all turned back to him. “I think that it’s just you wanted Ashy-Boy to be the one you were dancing with tonight. So naturally your mind would come to that unbelievable conclusion.”
That was it. He knew exactly what button to press to stop this conversation dead in its tracks. He chalked it up to a win in his book of comeback arguments he’s been ever slightly more defeated in winning ever since inviting Leaf along.
Her cheeks to the bridge of her nose flushed a pink hue. She opened her mouth, closed it, then quickly opened it again.
“Fine! You know what?! Let’s just forget this!”
She gritted her teeth and stomped ahead now leading the group back to the Pokémon center.
Maybe one day the next time she saw him back in Pallet she would just subtly bring up if he was ever at that location… at that particular time… on that particular day in Kalos? It started to sound even more un-convincing. Maybe they were right, Kalos was a big region. It was too big of a coincidence as well.
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Seriously what were the chances that could even happen?! A coincidence like that?!
Ours wasn’t coincidence.
“Huh?”
“I don’t believe it could be just a coincidence that I met you out of all people.”
“What do you mean—”
“Ash?”
“Huh?”
“You ok? You kind of zoned out there for a minute.”
Authors note: Collaboration with @pok3n who made me actually turn into a fic instead of just a head cannon. She also attributed some of her own dialogue and ideas that were frekin fantastic like the opening flashback scenes and a lot of other things. I honestly wouldn’t post anything if it wasn’t for her. But we talked though it and decided.. yea ok it might work lol (your amazing!)
Special credit to @pkmncoordinators The addition of “Leaf” was inspired by TAC. Her mannerisms, personality, the teasing nickname she calls Gary “garebare” as well as I think all of her Pokémon being female is all a credit to that masterpiece and its author. It’s basically my personal established Leaf cannon. Also made me a conflict/leafgreen shipper not gonna lie lol.
I know this is just a one shot but I will say this I wanted to explain my reasoning in more detail on the way I wrote this. Cause it’s something I never did before but also it was just gonna end up being a 10 page authors note and I don’t think anyone wants to read that. But if any of you do read this and are kinda confused as to something or just have a question about it my ask box and messages are open! (They always are) odds are I have the answers :)!
I will possibly expand upon the Kalos Mega Evolution Research Trip as a separate story in the future. This was just that specific memorable scene. Also I might expand on the Gary & Leaf backstory which was how they reacquainted with each other possibly in the anime. I recently posted a little head cannon about that I might explore more.
And Lastly… This honestly my favorite thing I have done! I would make it a full fledged comic if I had any drawing capability whatsoever cause it’s essentially one scene with dividers. But since I don’t oh well.. I’m just happy I could make it into a fic. I didn’t do anything this complicated before so initially it was just gonna be a very vague head cannon and I didn’t think it was gonna work. But it did and I’m just so so proud of this! :,)
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Gimme that boy
Bakukami Week Day four (Part two) : Makeup @officialbakukamiweek
Summary: Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Kaminari is going out to a party, and he’s wearing makeup and Bakugo can’t handle it.
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Going out to a party was an epidemic for Kaminari. It always had been and always would be, plain and simple. Figuring out the right outfit, hair, and makeup, making sure to be ready to deal with drunk adults, the questions about his sexuality and the knowledge that someone, someone would bring the drinks to the dance floor and he'd get grinded on by a stranger.
Did those mean he didn't like them?
No. He loved parties. He enjoyed being able to let loose and dance, laughing with his friends and the idea of being able to go out somewhere new exhilarated him.
This time he'd been invited to a party with some old middle school friends, the kind who got themselves into more trouble than necessary.
"C'mon Firefly!" They'd said, over speakerphone no less in front of his new friends, "It'll be a blast! You can bring some of your new friends, too!"
'Firefly?' Mina had whispered to Kirishima, who shrugged and stared at Bakugo for an answer, Sero smirking to Kaminari's embarrassment.
"Fine. When is it?" He'd asked, being told the location and time.
Bakugo and Sero had refused the offer to go, though Kirishima and Mina were more than happy to meet Kaminari's old middle school friends and possibly get the story behind the nickname. Kirishima wasn't going to the party, but he'd introduce himself at least.
He wished everyone had agreed to go, really; parties were more fun when surrounded by people you knew, and as much as he loved his friends, they were the type of people to accidentally ditch you at any event.
He'd already showered and dressed; his leather knee-high heeled boots with dark ripped denim jeans showing fishnet tights underneath, a Prussian blue loose button up he'd gotten in the women's section and a black leather jacket to tie it all together. He'd let the waves of his hair run freely, not hindered by more than running his fingers through it for the sake of tidiness. Only one thing remained; the makeup.
Starting with primer, he gently massaged it into his skin before moving on to his concealer, lightly applied under and around his eyes before his foundation, applying a very light powder to do so. Next, eyebrows. A single shade darker than his natural hair carefully applied to achieve the perfect arch. Nice. Now, eye makeup.
Subtle pinks on his top lid, blended into a naturalistic brown by the crease and corner, small spotlight over the center of his eyelid. Small dots of white by the tear duct. Along the bottom lashline, a thin line of purple and blue which he blended into the brown. Applying his false eyelashes, he chuckled to himself and wondered what his friends would think of his outfit as a whole.
He rarely wore makeup, something he saved strictly for special occasions for the sake of time, but he did enjoy it. With makeup, in general, being in fashion, he owned a few different pallets to play around with for colors. While he waited for his eyelash glue to dry, he quickly applied a quick bit of highlighter bright enough to make Aoyama jealous. He applied mascara to his eyelashes to darken them, covering the gold which matched his hair.
To finish off his look, black eyeliner with a small, smooth wing so as not to emphasize his eyes much further.
Bright red matte lipstick, setting spray, then he was ready to go. Standing up and glancing at the mirror, he whistled. Damn.
"Kaminari! Are you ready?" Mina asked through the door, "Cause they're here to pick us up!"
"C'mon, you're gonna be late!" Kirishima urged, opening the door and looking in, face turning approximately fifty shades redder than his hero costume. "Holy... Wow."
"Thanks," Kaminari smirked, not even wobbling on his heels as he walked over, putting his wallet and phone into the pockets of his jeans.
"Get it boy~!" Mina cheered, looking him up and down. Her bodycon tye dye dress looked shabby in comparison; Even Kirishima, who apparently did own a singular outfit which fit well and didn't look horrendous paled in comparison.
"Ready to go party?"
"Kaminari is this a-" Kirishima started to ask, staring at his friend.
"No, not a club college party; unless they're running with the wrong crowd, they're not that different from us. Just a penchant for getting into, well, various kinds of trouble." He chuckled, remembering some of the various things they had told him about.
"Did you join them?" Mina asked as they walked to the stairs, Kirishima walking on the other side of his middle school friend.
"Not if it involved drugs or alcohol," He shrugged, "Went to a few parties. One of them was dating a high schooler from this school for delinquents, but I think she broke it off with him? I don't know, she was who got us into the biggest trouble."
As soon as they reached the common room, they spotted Sero and Bakugo waiting by the door, along with several pairs of eyes staring directly at Kaminari.
Katsuki Bakugo believed it should be illegal to be as pretty as Kaminari was in that moment. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Why had he refused to go to the party again? Right. He hated parties.
"Woah, looking good, Kaminari! Wait, are you wearing makeup?" Sero asked, the energetic blonde nodding with enthusiasm.
"Yeap! I figured, well, I'm going dancing with friends, I might as well make myself look pretty, right?"
"You always fucking look pretty!" Bakugo protested, glaring at the offending products like they had insulted his mother, "You don't fucking need makeup to look good."
"Coming from the hottest boy in class, that's rich." Kaminari sauntered right on past him, opening the door and heading out to his friend's car, Mina and Kirishima right behind.
Honestly, Bakugo hadn't even noticed the makeup at first. He thought Kaminari looked better without it; Smiling, his imperfections showing and not hidden. Obviously, Kaminari looked good in anything, which was mostly what had gotten him so embarrassed. No one person should look that good in anything.
So, of course, he had waited up for the dumbasses to come back. He waited until everyone had long since gone to bed, with a promise to Iida that he'd lecture the hell out of them. Finally, they walked in around one am, Mina's arm slung over Kaminari's shoulder and her heels in his left hand. She looked completely wrecked, partied out. Her whole face was fuschia.
Kaminari on the other hand, still in his heels and fucking makeup, only looked red and more focused on getting Mina somewhere she could rest.
"What fucking took you so long?" Bakugo hissed, Kaminari's amber gaze meeting his blazing crimson. He sighed and put Mina down on the long couch, where she immediately fell asleep and he sat down next to Bakugo, mumbling something.
"I'm only gonna ask one more time, Sparky. What. Fucking. Took so long?" Bakugo growled.
"Shhhhhh," Kaminari shushed him, holding a finger in front of his red lips, "You're loud."
Bakugo glared as a response.
"So. Yeah. Apparently, one of mine. Uh. Friends. Yeah. She had a quirk which... Uh. Got people drunk? On somethin'. Ethanol. That's it." His brain wasn't working right, obviously.
"Oh fuck, you're drunk." Bakugo rolled his eyes, helping Kaminari up shakily. The shorter male, now taller than Bakugo because of those fucking boots, mumbled something about not being drunk.
"Mina is, not me." He pointed to himself, "Just. Brain dead."
"So, drunk." He shrugged, "Where the fuck is those things..." Bakugo walked over to the bathrooms, unashamedly walking into the girl's room and grabbing a package of makeup wipes.
"No, I'm not." Bakugo had Kaminari sit down on one of the loveseats, taking off his heels as he opened the package, sitting next to him so they didn't disturb Mina.
"You're so fucking drunk. How long does this last?"
"An hour. It won't work twice in a row." He pouted, swatting away the other's hands. He leaned up, pressing those bright red lips to Bakugo's cheek, the teenager blushing brightly and making an odd, embarrassed noise.
"Fuck off!" He pushed the other away, breathing quickly. What the hell was that?! Why the fuck?!
Kaminari giggled, "C'mon, that's not the worst we've done."
"Fuck you!"
"You did, though. Two days ago?"
Bakugo pushed him down against the couch, "Shut up. Let me fucking get this stupid makeup off of you, idiot."
"Okay~" Kaminari relaxed, yawning and Bakugo handed him a makeup wipe, and slowly they got everything off of the blonde's face.
"Did I at least look good?" He asked cheeks tinted pink; from abrasion or embarrassment, it was unclear.
"You always fucking look good."
Kaminari hummed tiredly, leaning against Bakugo. "Yay...~"
"Okay, you've officially gone stupid. Fuck my life."
But Kaminari was already asleep, and Bakugo was tired. Laying down next to the other blonde, he appreciated Kaminari's makeup-less features. Everything seemed softer, nicer, and the small marks which adorned his skin only drew him in further.
He fell asleep on the couch, unaware of the lipstick mark on his cheek.
#Bakukamiweek2018#bakukami#Makeup#Mentions of drugs#Mentions of alcohol#Mentions of sex#Bakugo Katsuki#Katsuki Bakugo#Kaminari Denki#Denki Kaminari#Ashido Mina#Mina Ashido#Kirishima Eijirou#Eijirou Kirishima#Sero Hanta#Hanta Sero#Fluff#Denki is an idiot#Swearing
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“How should we tell them?”
Hey so I’m peeved about not being clever and coming up with anything good for my baby boy’s birthday (Tony if you live under a rock and didn’t know) but for the glorious occasion of June descending upon us I thought a good old fashioned gay fic is in order. First one I’m posting of stony ever so please be gentle. (Also I’m going to my first Pride this year so I have no idea how they work so I’m sorry) This is crack I finished this in like three hours (a sporadic three hours) and the end is super rushed and I’m sorry for this. I swear I have better stuff line up.
“How should we tell them?”
Steve stops smearing pink, purple, and blue face paint down his cheek. “What?”
“I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I think we should come clean and tell the team about, you know, us.”
Steve let’s his hand finish its trek down his face before wiping his hand on a rag. “What do you mean?”
“Like, they’re our friends, our family, so I think we should come clean.”
Steve pulls a dark blue muscle tee over his head, letting Tony continue to talk.
“And since it’s me and this is kind of a big deal I thought why not do something extravagant.”
Steve raised an eyebrow as he sat in front of Tony, bringing his little face paint pallet with him. He started on the rainbow across Tony’s cheek as he continues to ramble.
“Maybe go to Paris and send them a picture of us kissing at the top of the Eiffel Tower.”
“Tony.”
“Or we should get a cake a huge cake a three tier one, the top one would be frosted blue.”
“Tony.”
“The middle one would be rainbow and the bottom one would be blue. And I’m sure you get what I’m saying. It’d be hallowed out maybe, if we wanted to be really extra-”
“Tony.”
Steve swiped the last purple stripe across his cheek. He then leveled Tony with The Look.
“Hm?” Was Tony’s responded as he looked at his boyfriend, trying and failing to match his gaze.
“We could just tell them. You know, with our words.”
Tony’s mouth twisted. “You’re no fun.”
“Come on,” Steve said as he stood, running his hand through Tony’s hair, smearing it with purple and blue and green, “we’re going to be late.”
“Yeah yeah.” Tony stood and stretched and Steve couldn’t help but look him over appreciatively. Tony wore a white tank with “Love Wins” written in rainbow font across the front and booty jean shorts barley an inch below the perfect curves of his ass. Rainbow face paint was smeared horizontally across his left cheek, bi colors on his right. Tony looked over his shoulder and Steve tried to look elsewhere before Tony could say anything. But Tony noticed. Tony smiled as he swayed his hips. “You like what you see?”
Steve rolled his eyes. “Oh shush, you.”
Tony pulled Steve up and raked his eyes over Steve. He was wearing a dark blue muscle tank with his shield on it, the red white and blue pattern replaced with the bisexual flag colors, and cargo shorts. Tony wanted him to wear something a little...shorter, but Steve refused.
“Are you ready to go?” Steve asked as his hands settled on Tony’s hips.
“Yeah yeah let’s go.” Tony said as he pressed a gentle kiss on his lips before pulling away, walking toward the elevator, Steve in tow, headed for the garage.
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Steve and tony’s relationship may be a secret but Tony Stark’s sexuality isn’t. Tony decided to tell the world after driving by a gathering of homophobic protesters, Tony breaking out his phone and leaning out the window screaming “I love sucking (insert profane genitalia)!”
It trended for a month.
Of course there was backlash but the avengers defended Tony tooth and nail, as did half the internet.
But when Tony asked Steve to pride Steve had no idea what to expect, he’s never even heard of it before.
“Oh it’s just a gathering of people celebrating who they are. Real fun time.” That was Tony’s explanation of it. A very understated truth Steve realized upon arriving. There were people and rainbows everywhere, people were smiling and laughing as Tony pulled Steve through the crowd.
Every so often Steve would hear whispers of ‘is that Tony Stark?!’ ‘dude that’s Captain America!’ Sometimes he would feel someone touch his bicep or tug his shirt, occasionally he’d hear a squeal after.
They’d walk through the parade, something swelling in his chest as he looked around him and took everything in.
It was going so smoothly that Tony half expected some alien to come along and destroy it. But no the only hiccup was Steve forgot what Tony told him on the way there, ‘don’t interact with the protesters.’
Steve had somehow slipped away from Tony when he noticed a protester in the corner with a poster with him on it. Steve moved through the crowd as he picked up on their conversation.
“-and what makes you think Steve Motherfuken Rogers is homophobic?”
“Dude was born and raised in the forties, he’s got values and he’s Captain America-!”
“Do you not watch press conferences?” A girl asks, “Did you not see him defend the ever living hell out of Tony Stark?”
“He probably does it because the man pays for everything and doesn’t wanna get cut off for speaking his mind. A damn shame if you ask me.”
“Yeah well nobody asked you-”
“I mean Stark is a pussy ass fairy like you all, dude shouldn’t even be an avenger.”
By this point Steve has managed to push his way through the crowd, stopping on the edge of the little circle surrounding the protestor. Steve towered over the teens in front of him, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the poster with his image on it. It was light blue with him standing at attention with the phrase ‘CAPTAIN AMERICA IS NOT OK WITH YOUR SIN’ in big block letters.
“I’m sorry what were you saying about Tony Stark?”
The man scanned Steve, his eyes falling to the symbol on his chest. Steve took a step closer and the man swallowed. He tried to gather himself. “You can’t be serious.”
Steve clenched his jaw and looked down at the man in question. “Take it down and leave these people alone.”
The man scoffed, “Or what?”
Steve moved to take a step forward with his fists clenched, “Do you want to find-”
“Woah there big guy.” Tony said as he grabbed Steve’s elbow, “let’s not get arrested.”
“How about you come back when you haven’t been corrupted by a fag like Tony Stark.”
“Who in the hell-!?”
“Steve don’t!” Tony pulled him back, Steve needing to remember his own strength.
Tony had managed to pull him away, promising the protester that there’d be lawsuits if he didn’t take down the poster (”you can’t do that!” “The image of Captain America is owned by the avengers, which is funded by Stark Industries, aka me.”) The group perviously surrounding the poster asked for pictures, which they gladly gave.
They continue on their way, the incident nearly forgotten about. At some point as they walk through the crowd that was the Pride Parade, they ended up walking along side of a float with people on it yelling various phrases and riling up the crowd. Apparently someone on the float recognized them.
“Mr. Stark? Mr. Stark!” Tony looked up, a smile quickly growing on his face.
“Yeah?!” He yells over the noise.
“Mr. Stark will you join us up on here, say a few words?” The crowd cheered in response.
“How could I say no?”
Tony, with the help of the people on the float, climbed up on the float, taking the microphone. It was hard to hear what he was saying as every other word was drowned out by cheers, something about pushing through and showing the world that it’s ok to be who you are, etc.
At the end of it Tony had coached down and grabbed Steve’s bicep and started to pull on it. “-and,” he said as Steve climbed up, “I just want you to know,” he looped his arm with Steve’s, that the avengers are on your side. Be Proud and stay Proud!” He finished as he turned to Steve, wrapping his arms around his neck and dipping them both as he kissed Steve. Steve was quick to respond, settling his hands on Tony’s hips.
Best Pride ever.
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Steve and Tony stepped out of the elevator the next morning late for breakfast. Last night they discussed how they would tell the team about their relationship, Steve’s method winning out. Everyone was gathered around the table, about a dozen different conversations going on at once. Steve cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. They all quieted down, looking over at the two.
“Tony and I have something we need to tell you all.” They exchange a glance before they look back at the group, everyone looking at them expectantly.
“Tony and I...” Steve grabs Tony’s hand, “are in a relationship. Romantically.”
Everyone looked at them, then at each other. “Yeah we know.” Was Natasha’s response.
“What how?” Tony asked.
Clint, who’d gone back to looking at his phone, grabbed a remote and flicked on the tv without looking up from his screen. He flipped it to a random news channel and the first thing that appeared was a picture of the two kissing on top of a pride parade float. Clint flipped to another channel, the same picture was situated behind a panel of people talking. Clint repeated this process several times and finished with “It was all over the internet yesterday, all over the news this morning.”
Natasha looked over her shoulder, “Bruce you owe me money!”
Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. He should’ve gone with the cake.
Hi yea I know it’s rushed I have way better stuff lined up this was just that gay thing I wanted to put out for June so here it is. (Sorry for this rushed thing I don’t know why this happened)
#stony#stony fics#stevetony#steve x tony#steve/tony#pride#first pride#Steve rogers first pride#crack#stony crack#this isn't that great but thats fine#protective steve rogers#homophobia#super rushed
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Hero
Chapter 25/??
Relationship: Todoroki Shouto x Reader (Your/Name), (Full/Name)
Summit: It all begin at the Sports Festival when Shouto’s other half met Endevour by mistake. The student never thought to see his partner fight against his father just to show him that he is wrong. It started from that instant, Shouto’s new path started exactly from that moment thanks to his friends and his beloved one.
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This time, Shouto wakes up first than you. He stares at her sleeping, and gently touches her lips with his thump thinking about your warm smile. Todoroki doesn’t want to wake her up, but they must go to school again. The internship is around the corner.
“I want to be a hero who protects you. I don’t like seeing you in pain, I feel so powerless… I want to be stronger enough to protect you in the same way you protected me.” <<My love, is time to get up.>>
<<Mmh… Shouto… welcome back…>> she rolls over and keeps sleeping.
“What am I gonna do? I’m crazy about this woman.” the young man sits next the bed and starts to play with your hair, <<We have to go downstairs and eat something, don’t you think you should wake up? I know you can hear me.>> she doesn’t want to wake up and Shouto thinks, when your words come in his mind, “She likes my voice…” <<WAKE UP DAMN IT!!!>>
<<Pff…hahahahaha…!>>
<<I don’t know how to feel about getting you to wake up like this.>> he turns the back to you and crosses his arms.
<<Aw, now you’re being unfair.>> you raise your face from the pillow and kiss his cheeks, <<Speaking of which, was that a Bakugou imitation? It was shockingly accurate.>>
<<I’m aware.>> Shouto is doing his best to ignore you and pretend to be angry.
<<Are you jealous because your normal voice couldn’t wake me up, but your Bakugou imitation could?>>
“I hate how much I am easy to read in front of her!” <<I am not.>>
<<….Your voice.>> that tone is so gentle and warm that Shouto can’t ignore anymore and looks into your happy eyes and that cute pale blush, <<Call my name once more, with your voice.>>
He faces you and puts on a lovely expression, showing how much he loves you, <<Belial, thank you for saving me, my hero.>>
<<Yeah.>> in respond to that, your expression reflects his, your eyes are staring his beautiful figure.
He cups you face in his warm hands, <<And also, (Y/N), thank you for loving me.>>
“A kind voice that calls my name. I am drenched in your wonderful colors…” you take one hand, intertwine your fingers with his, while tears of happiness fall from your eyes, <<Me too, thank you, hero Shouto.>>
Both share a long and lovely kiss, when he decides to get away a little, he is captured by something. You ask what happened, and he bites his lips to suppress his laugh.
“Ok, no way, nope! Her hair is just really stupid!” <<My love, your head is… odd.>>
<<Eh?>> you get up and go to the nearest mirror, <<Why the hell do I look like Izuku?! Da heck is this?!>> all your hair is curled up, what did you do during your sleep to end like that?
<<Pff… Sorry, I can’t hold it back anymore…>> Todoroki laughs so hard that he is almost crying, <<If you dye your hair green- Hahaha, ugh, my stomach hurts.>>
<<I don’t wanna hear it from a bicolor super Saiyan!>> you hand the mirror to him and he immediately quiet down looking at his hair, they are more messed up than usual, <<Ha, are you gonna transform now?>>
<<……How the hell did I end like this…?>>
<<What level are you? Two? Three? Four? Oh, don’t tell me you are at the Blue one!>> you grin and cross your arms, <<Where did you left Vegeta? Pff, oh jesus, my chest hurts for keeping my laugh inside….>>
<<….I’m actually the God and the Blue one at the same time.>> he turns on his quirk and walks towards you, <<What are you gonna do now?>>
<<….Run.>> you close the door behind you and Todoroki hits it pretty hard, <<Hahaha, I beat a Saiyan! HA-HA-HA, All Might-sensei will->>
“Shit that was painful…” Todoroki groans and then open the door suddenly, dragging you along, <<Boo.>>
<<Crap!>> you slide on the handrail of the stairs to run away from Shouto who chases you, <<The Saiyan is still alive! Wait, you’re using your quirk, is not fair!>>
<<It’s so fair! Come back here, my love.>> he almost touches your shirt, making you jump, <<Close.>>
<<Am I in time to say sorry?>> you keep the distance with a table, and moving on the opposite way when your boyfriend moves to get you, <<Forgive me, I can’t do this in the morning, I need to fully wake up yet!>>
Todoroki jumps on the table and throws the flour you prepared during the night for the breakfast, your own habits betrayed you, <<Hahaha, look at you, now you are officially my girlfriend.>>
<<Seriously?!>> she spits the flour on the sink and the half-half boy hands you his phone in a selfie mode, the screen reflects your face and your hair covered in half with the flour, making the same hair he has, <<It looks pretty good on me though.>>
When he lets his guard down to kiss you, you hook his foot with yours and make him fall, but you didn’t think that he could grab your shirt and drag you along. Since Todoroki knows that he can’t win with the techniques, he chooses to put a bit of his strength to block her in a tight hug. Struggling is futile, she knows that, but she still tries… The girl is a little pissed off because Shouto looks at her with that satisfied smile.
<<You can be more agile than me, but I’m definitely more muscular than you.>> he kisses you and rests his forehead on yours.
<<This is bullshit. You are not even ticklish, I can’t take revenge with anything!>> his hands stop on your sides and you jump immediately, <<Don’t tickle me, I’m gonna die. And don’t say “my hands slipped” again because I’m gonna end you.>> “He found out that I’m ticklish by mistake when we were cuddling, and what happen now? He doesn’t feel anything damn it!”
<<Sorry my love, I win this time too.>>
<<Only because I don’t use Astraroth. If I did that, you would be the one trapped in my arms.>> thinking a bit, you smile and moving your arms along his abdomen, you close them around his back and kiss him, <<Oh wait, I can still do it.>>
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During your way for the classroom, you notice a lot of mess, like a lot. What’s going on? In the class, everyone is sit in circle with a wooden box and some little sticks inside. Where is Aizawa? What about lectures? What’s happening in here?
<<Oh (Y/N)-chan, just in time!>> Mina grabs your hand and sits you and a chair, <<Todoroki too! Take a seat!>>
All the class is in circle, even Bakugou is there, he is really pissed off about that, but if he is there too, is a bad thing, right? Both, you and Shouto sit on the left chairs and wait that someone talks.
<<Something bad happened?>> you whisper to Momo sat right next to you.
<<Please forgive me, I tried to stop them…>> she responds sighing, <<I was completely powerless…>>
<<Since everyone is here, I explain this affair.>> Mina became the leader of the group? <<Aizawa-sensei has some issues to do, so we are free for the next two hours, so… Let’s play the King Game!>>
“The King Game? Wait, I hope is not the one that I’m thinking… If it is, I don’t want to play… Tenka always did nasty and sly things with this stupid game.” you swallow and listen to the rules.
<All these pallets have numbers and there is one that has the mark of the “king”.>> she says holding the cup, <<It all takes one to know the number, for example, 8 and 5, you must complete your given order, and then that order is absolute. If you refuse, a penalty waits for you!>>
“I knew it!”
<<Who is the king?>> everyone picks a pallet and waits for the order.
<<I am the king!>> Hagakure waves the wooden pallet and pronounces her law, <<The number 3 and 7 must stare at each other for one minute.>>
Kirishima and Hanta stand in front of each other and complete the mission successfully. The students put the sticks back and say the crucial phrase again.
<<It’s my turn!>> oh, Mina is the king? Please, nothing cruel, <<The number 9 and 1, do a kabedon!>>
The whole class starts laughing because the numbers are too different. Are Mineta and Shouji, there’s no way that they complete the request, so the king decides a penalty: run around the school and come back there.
“Woah, Mina can’t be the king! It’s too dangerous for us!” they all thought at the same thing. Waiting that the penalized ones to come back, everyone put the sticks back and pray that Mina wouldn’t be the leader again.
<<Ok, um…>> Uraraka is the king, there is a god! <<The number 5 must sit on the lap of the number 7.>>
“Ok…” you stand up and Izuku raises his hand, “Oh no… Poor Izuku, he can’t stand physical contact…” you stop in front of his seat and ask, <<Are you sure? If you don’t want, we can do the penalty.>>
<<N-no, I can h-h-handle t-t-this!>> he puts his hands up and stays tense as an iron pole, <<G-g-go ahead!!>> he is screaming too, he is not ok with this.
<<If you are uncomfortable, tell me, ok? I’ll get away immediately.>> you slowly sit on his lap and looks at his super red face, <<Am I too heavy?>>
<<N-no, y-you are l-lighter t-than I thought (Y/N)-chan.>> “My heart is gonna explode! I can barely stand being near her, and now… I’m gonna die! Please one minute, pass fast!” as soon the alarm sounds, you stand up as fast as possible and ask if Midoriya is ok, his face is burning that smoke is actually coming out from his ears.
<<Who is the king?>>
<<Fuck yes! Finally!>> Bakugou shows the pallet with a crown mark, <<I dare the number 3 to hit the number 2!>> Shouto comes near you and hits you with a snap of his index finger on the forehead, <<Da fuck was that half-half idiot?!>>
<<You didn’t specify how I should hit the number 2, so I decided myself.>> he sits again and do a smirk, <<You are not suited to be a king.>>
<<What the fuck did you just said?! Next time I’m gonna make you beg my forgiveness fucking half-half!>>
Oh no… Mina is the king again… God please help-
<<The number 9 must kidnap All Might-sensei and bring him here in five minutes!>>
Never fucking mind.
<<I don’t even know where the hell he is!>> you check the windows- oh those blond hair, there’s only a person with that strange haircut, <<Fuck it.>> you open a window and jump off the building.
<<(Y/N), what are you doing, man?!>> exclaims Kirishima rushed to see what happened, <<She is crazy…>>
She shows her blue wings for a moment and soften the fall with a somersault. She runs towards the teacher who stares at her shocked. The two talks for a little, then All Might picks the student up and with a single jump, he reaches the classroom and get through the window. After putting the girl down, he lightly hits her in the head, scolding her for being too reckless, for jumping off from a freaking building and because sometimes she is too competitive.
This game is going too far, the requests are becoming like a war declaration or are nasty… Fortunately, you are safe when your number is picked because the king is too gentle. Like, you only brought All Might in the class, hugged Kaminari, stared at Momo, scared some pedestrians and copied a dance choreography of a K-pop band with Kirishima. The two hours are almost done, this is not the worst you did so far, Tenka was really an awful king, this is a piece of cake!
<<Yay, I’m the king again!>>
“Why she always picks the king one? Is she cheating?!” Mina again…
Here it comes…
<<The number 8 must pick up bridal style the number 6!>>
“I’m the 8, who I must pick….” <<I choose the penalty.>> you refuse immediately since your partner is Bakugou, <<I don’t want to pick him up and have my face fucked up.>>
<<Same here.>> Katsuki groans, <<I’d rather fucking die than be in a girl arms, especially HER.>>
<<Then… The penalty is… The number 6 will picks All Might-sensei upon his shoulders and the number 8 will pick both up on its shoulder and make a tower! Good luck!>>
<<Do you have a fucking All Might kink, you pinky bitch?>> Bakugou leaves his jacket on his desk and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt while you convinced All Might to come inside again for a little.
You close the door and apologize with the teacher once more.
<<This game again?>> the hero sighs and listens to the request, <<Are you sure, young Bakugou?>>
<<Ask that stupid question to the fire woman.>> he crouches, grabs the suit of the teacher and starts to stand up again, moving a step forward to be more balanced, “Fuck, he is god damn heavy!”
<<A-are you ok, young Bakugou?>>
<<Shut u-up…>> he is focusing on maintain the balance, the littlest movement can break his balance, <<Hurry up dumbass woman!>>
You tired a few times but it’s definitely too heavy for you. Bakugou is swearing since they must stay like a tower for one minute, and he is like that for almost five minutes just for you.
<<Since you didn’t specify how I must do it…>> you take your jacket off, loosen your tie and roll the sleeves, you hit the earring and set yourself between Katsuki’s legs. You grab his thighs and raise a little from your crouched position, <<Ready?>>
<<Hurry the fuck up!>>
<<Heave-ho!>> with a monstrous simplicity, you lift the teacher and the student on your shoulder as they are feathers, <<Oi speaking bomb, next time pull your freaking pants up, your belt is poking my neck.>>
<<Shut the fuck up, I do what I want!>> he shouts back, <<Your shoulders are too small, I’m too uncomfortable here! There’s no fucking space!>>
<<Excuse you, there’s no space because your stupid pants are in the way!>> you groan at him and vice versa.
<<Y-young (Y/N), a-are you ok?>> All Might is a bit worried for you, your body isn’t muscular as Bakugou’s or Shouto’s, how you lifted them up so easily when you before couldn’t move them by an inch. “These two argue too much…”
<<She is using the Gluttony form to increase her physical abilities.>> explains Izuku staring at her intensively.
<<Gosh dang it, he discovered almost all my tricks.>> you comment clicking your tongue, <<Go away, you scary nerd.>>
<<H-hey, I don’t accept that from someone who plays videogames, is a bookworm and has my same vice!>>
<<You can’t argue back with that (Y/N), hahaha!>> says Kirishima laughing, <<He wins this time.>>
Finally the alarm signs the end of the challenge and the bell signs the end of the game since the two hours are over. Thank god, that was hard. All Might adverts the students that Aizawa is coming, so you fix your uniform quickly and the class cleans the room and take their seats, faking that they were studying and not playing a life threating game.
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<<I love fireworks so much.>> you say sat in a soft hill watching the dark sky being painted with colors.
<<Do you like their colors?>> asks Shouto next to you.
<<… Fireworks…>> her eyes start to water, <<Bloom brilliantly in the silent night, but it only lasts for a single moment. It feels like each of these moments, bright and vivid, come together into a litany that etches itself into the heart. That’s why->> Todoroki hugs you and sinks his face on your neck, <<S-Shouto…?>>
“Watching the fireworks, unconsciously, thoughts of you come together in my mind. Within the heart held nothing but my conviction to completely deny my father, burst in a radiant light. It was a mere moment. In that moment, the me that existed up till then was utterly unmade…” he thinks pushing you closer, “You are just like fireworks… You’re made me see its beauty, that strength and the risk that comes with it, will in an instant dissipate together with these fireworks.” <<(Y/N), I want you always here… The time we have to stay like this is probably only a single moment in a lifetime… So->> the girl stands and makes a few steps. The view of her surrounded by the darkness and being lighted up with colorful falling stars is so breathtaking that Shouto for a second couldn’t think anymore. Are her tears that killed her happy smile that awaked him, <<(Y/N)?>>
<<I can’t be with you anymore…>> she says crying, <<Open your eyes dear… This is only a dream…>>
<<? W-what are you talking about?>> when Todoroki stretches a hand to grab her, he finds himself in a burning city, surrounded by dead people, <<M-Midoriya… Bakugou… Iida… W-what is this?>> while he scans everything to understand what’s happening under a heavy rain, something marches in the bloody streets, <<Noumu?! Those are the villains who attacked us… What are they doing here?>>
Look better, Todoroki Shouto.
The fire becomes the darkest crow with deep red eyes, showing itself to the student. Its flames destroy the buildings near to him, turning them into ashes. Endevour’s son follows the ashes when his attention is captured by one of the Noumus. It is holding someone by their neck and it drags them like a garbage bag.
<<(Y/N)!!>> the young man rushed to your side protected by the crow that kills immediately everyone with just a flicker of its fire wings, <<(Y/N)!! (Y/N)!!>> he picks her up and holds her cold body near to his, hoping to warm her up with his quirk, <<…I promise to share my feelings more with you, I promise to never leave you again, I promise to try my hardest to understand you better… I will do anything, just... Don’t leave me… I need your light, I still need you, my love, I’m begging you… Open your eyes, please…>> he keeps praying and calling her name, but the girl doesn’t breathe anymore, <<THERE’S SOMEONE HERE?! ALL MIGHT, DAD!!>> no one hears his screams, when a handsome man walks bringing a sad melody along.
Strangely, the sound of the rain becomes silent, as all the screams of destruction that reigned all over the city. Now, only that man’s steps are the only noise audible and that sad melody.
♩ If the rain is constantly falling around you, Then I will cut that cloud for you. A weak sound continues to echo in the distance, fell it throughout your entire body.♩
The man sings with a sorrowed voice and stops when he is close enough to Todoroki. The student feels like he saw that person somewhere but he can’t remember now. When he opens his lips to asks who the man is, the melody inside the town changes. A strong and determinate symphony replaces the old one. This time, is a womanly voice that sings far away. Shouto recognized her figure, that woman is (Y/N)’s mother, he saw her in a picture, she was beautiful as the daughter.
♩ This rain that doesn’t seem to stop, steals our warmth without mercy, and this heart becomes colder and colder. If you can….♩
“What? What she said? I didn’t hear it…” Shouto stares at those two without the force to ask what’s happening, why all his friends died? Why the city is on fire? How (Y/N) died? And why there is an Ash Crow right there, if (Y/N) dies, the beast can’t appear anymore.
<<The one who holds the stars, Todoroki Shouto.>> speaks the woman first, her voice is truly melodic, <<We are here for one reason.>> while she explains, the handsome man picks (Y/N)’s body up and walks away, even if the student is screaming against him, <<All Might will fall forever and the evil will rise again. My daughter will fight against the Verg Avesta’s owner, she will go in berserk and die. You can stop one event, that will change the future.>> she turns her back and follows the man, <<If you fail, this is what wait for all you.>>
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<<!!!>> Shouto sits quickly up, sweating, crying, breathing fast, “W-what… was that?” he looks over your side without finding you, <<…(Y/N)?>> he calls you a few times but you don’t answer. Feeling anxious, he gets off and looks for you.
He checked the entire second floor but you’re not there, so he goes downstairs and finds the light of the living room on. He walks in tiptoe, fortunately you have the bad habit to leave every door a little open, so Shout can see what’s happening through the cracked opened door. You are on the couch, sleeping with a sad expression. He sighs relieved and kneels near your body, trying to wake you up.
<<It’s bad for your health, my love.>> he whispers, <<Let’s go back to bed.>> he shakes her gently, but a few tears fall from her eyes and her expression become painfuller, <<(Y/N), honey, wake up.>> he lifts himself up, grabs both shoulders and shakes you a bit harder.
<<!!>> scared, you open wide your eyes sitting up so fast that you hit your forehead with Shouto’s, <<Ow…>>
<<…>> he feels his head pulsing, but magically, right now he can’t feel any pain at all, “Oh, I did it.”
<<I’m so sorry dear, are you ok?>> holding your red forehead, you add, <<Did I hurt you?>>
“She worries for me when she is pain too… Really, what I have done to deserve a girlfriend like her?” he takes your hand and pull it away from your forehead, <<No, you didn’t.>> he kisses the red zone and actives his quirk to cool it down a little, <<I know a medicine that helps you to heal faster.>>
<<Oh really?>> you giggle at his phrase, what’s all of sudden? <<What is it? I’m curious now.>>
<<Just stay by my side and you will discover it, ok?>>
“He is scared for what I said about my quirk? There’s no way I leave you, silly. I must protect my precious light, I can’t die so soon.” <<Of course, I’ll be your shadow.>>
<<Please be my light.>> he says climbing the stairs hand in hand, <<I can’t see my path well yet, if you become a shadow, I might get lost again.>>
<<Hahaha, I was joking!>> both of you go to bed smiling and cracking a few jokes before falling asleep again.
When the sun rises, everyone meets in the metro carrying their hero costumes along. It should be a great and enthusiastic day, but Izuku, Uraraka, you and Todoroki are worried for Iida. He chose to go in the same place where his brother was almost killed, and something in his behavior don’t convince you at all. The glassed boy said that everything is fine, he’s lying, you recognize those eyes, but you decide to not interfere, you just pray and hope that he will understand his mistake soon. Aizawa wishes the best for his students and let them go to the assigned places. Shockingly, Shouto goes to his father’s agency, and in the end, you go to an agency quite far from where you wanted to be.
The internship started.
Izuku and his teacher, the hero Gran Torino start a training to help the young green boy to control better his quirk, he can’t keep destroying his bones every time he activates the One for All. Iida patrols everyday with his mentor, he must find Stain and kill him… As soon Todoroki showed his face, his dad dragged him along to find some clues about Stain, and Endevour found a lot of them. It was annoying to admit it, but Shouto recognizes that his father is a smart man and his intuit is really good. Uraraka is trained with some self-defense techniques, Kirishima found himself to pair with his friend-rival Tetsutetsu from the festival, he was happy and surprised about it, what disappoint him was his internship… He wanted more action and his boss maybe less mafia style. You spend the first day just checking computers and inform your seniors about some villains’ movements; you never thought that your nightmare would become reality very soon.
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🔷 Irises
Summary: You and Yoongi hate each other but somehow you still have feelings for him.
Pairing: Painter!Yoongi x reader
Genre: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) u kno
Words: 5k
A/N: I really like ‘enemies to lovers’ fanfictions so I decided to write one. I hope you like it. I apologize for any errors.
"It looks more like a shit than a stone." Yoongi said critically, pointing at your incomplete painting, his slim finger circling around the grey thing as he was standing behind you. Flustered, you nodded but the blonde clicked his tongue, before grabbing your hand where you kept paintbrush, his hot breath ghosting over your skin when he whispered.
"Close your eyes and imagine that fucking stone. Sharp edges, texture, roughness... it's not that difficult. Even children can do it better. Give it some stick for God's sake because now you just fuck around. With that attitude you can leave the class.” he hissed. Hopelessness devoured you completely and you could only hear rumble of your heartbeat, cheeks burning shamelessly. You didn't have enough courage to look up at your teacher, even if some internal voice was telling you to scream at the man. After all, you were just a newbie!
Impassive Yoongi continued his lecture on painting landscapes, telling characteristics of oil paint that you used during that lesson. He was standing in front of his students, boring expression scanning each of them. His pants were covered with paint, as well his loose blouse that was literally hanging on his arms. The man was incredibly sexy; with those dark eyes and plump, shining lips he was attracting many people. But under that handsomeness the blonde was just a big dickhead and that's all.
Yoongi showed few oil paintings: Dedham Vale, Landscape with Charon Crossing the Styx, The Giant Mountains... they all were very beautiful, detailed and just perfect, your own works will never be as great as them. With a pouty face you looked down at your painting, seeing meadow covered with thousand tiny flowers and that ill-fated stone painted in the middle of the canvas. You sighed; your dreams of becoming a painter just jumped out of the window.
The man demonstrated his own painting that he had been working on for couple of past day. It presented winter landscape - the pines were covered with heavy snow, branches almost breaking under the weight of a white fluff. There was also an frozen river, ice shining brightly, reflecting sunlight. In the far distance you could spot cottage, smoke coming out of the chimney. You couldn’t look away.
Suddenly he clapped his hands to get attention and silence the student.
"That's all for today. Remember to practice every day.” Yoongi said that caused you to stand up and leave his apartment as quickly as possible, not wanting to meet the blonde’s gaze.
"Oh c'mon Y/N! You are doing so well! You can't quit just because of him! Yoongi is a good teacher, believe me. He's a little bit austere... I would say. But after all, he's definitely not a dickhead but a kindhearted man that is just introverted..."
"What the fuck, Iryda? He's always so mean to me! I can't take it anymore!" you yelled, slightly resentful. You two were sitting in your common living room, your best friend wrapped around thick blankets looking like a burrito as she was trying to convince you that Yoongi wasn't bad at all.
The urge of going back and slapping the man was growing inside of you with every minute but you decided to stay at home and try to get over it.
The girl looked up at you, smiling softly. Her features were emphasized by a sunlight that was coming through the window.
"Hey, Y/N. You’ve always wanted to be a painter, right? You are doing such a great job, I can see improvements day by day. Yoongi is my friend, we work together and I know him well. You can't just leave him like that." she said and you snorted before glancing at your painting that was waiting for you in the corner. Unfinished.
"It has been your 7th class so far. You are getting better. And just because he's strict doesn't mean that he hates you. He sees your potential. That's all." your best friend stood up, hugging you from behind, her chin resting on your tensed shoulder as she whispered.
"And by the way, your stone doesn't look like a shit. Just add more shadow to receive a cohesive look and it's going to be great."
Iryda was painter too. Her hands could create work of art, straight from heaven, so beautiful and nostalgic. She was into portraits - walls of your apartment were covered with paintings of random people, their faces painted with such a remarkable precision. If you got closer, you could see millions strands of hair, wrinkles and the texture of the skin that looked so real. Those strangers were showing particular emotions - rage, sadness, happiness, desire ... you loved them and you had never complained about the number of paintings that was increasing every month.
Of course, you were jealous. Iryda and Yoongi were doing things that they loved while you had chosen safer way by going to university. You liked psychology but... art had been always your first love.
You didn't have a talent, but you were too desperate to just give up and accept the fact. After all, only hard work was the key to success.
So, you decided to work even harder to show Yoongi that you weren't lazy at all. Even if Iryda assured you that the man liked you, you still couldn't get over his hurtful words that had been rumbling in your head since the last lesson. There was a sting in your heart and bitterness that devoured your mind because you wanted to impress him and he was just being an arrogant asshole.
Wrrr
You painted whenever you had time. It was kind of hard to combine your hobby with studying, but you managed to spare few hours for painting every day, even if sometimes you were literally dying from tiredness, in front of your canvas. At the end of a week, you finished two works (one including that stone). You were really proud of yourself, seeing clear improvements. Of course, it wasn't as good as Yoongi's ones and you weren't next Van Gogh but both images were just simply okay.
Tomorrow was the next lesson of your art course. You were slightly excited, sitting in your room at 2 am and preparing a gift for Yoongi. A very special one.
No matter how many times you had called him a dick, asshole or the like you still liked him. Somehow. The blonde had that sparkle in his eyes and you just couldn't help but think about him more and more, even if you didn't want to, your brain always remanding you about unwanted consequences of falling for the man. You decided to give him one of your paintings, to show that you are more than just a silly girl.
You painted irises. Thousands blue flowers scattered on a field that were looking like a huge carpet, freshly cut grass being an intense deep green stain that contrasted with nostalgic blooms and sky which was light and soft. Thick clouds resembled candy floss and you added few butterflies to receive a nice, fresh, rural look. You didn't forget about details like golden dots on a flowers' petals which looked like a rich loom or shadows and intensity of colors. The painting looked real and you couldn't wait to give it to Yoongi.
"Woah, it's so beautiful." you heard Iryda's voice behind you and you turned to girl, smiling proudly. She was wearing satin pajamas, her long hair cascading down the chest.
"Ahh, thanks. I tried very hard."
She came closer, with her lips open admiring your work, long fingers of the girl tracing lines of flowers in air.
"I love it. Will you hang it on the wall? It would look nice in the kitchen..."
"Sorry, but I'm giving it to Yoongi."
Iryda immediately turned to you, her facial expression showed surprise. She sat up, grabbing your hands.
"Oh my god, honey... I can't believe that you... finally understand that he isn't bad at all...I'm-"
"No, I still think that he's a jackass. I just wanna give him my painting to show that I can paint too. Maybe he will finally fuck off."
You didn't mean everything that you had said but you didn't want to chuck in the towel as well, so you decided to be stubborn bitch like always. His words hurt, but you wanted him to see you, pay attention to you and just be near you.
"Okay, just don't kill him." Iryda sighed, before she kissed your forehead and left the room.
You cocked your head to the painting and smiled softly at the thought of tomorrow's lesson. Tingles of excitements washed over you and you knew, that you won't get any sleep that night.
Drops of rain were bouncing off your black umbrella as you were heading to Yoongi's apartment, hurriedly trotting down the empty street. You kept tightly your paintings that were in a big folder which was even covered with your scarf, scared that the rain could damage it. Puffs were coming out of your mouth and your hair was a big mess but you didn't care. After several minutes, you found yourself in Yoongi's apartment, panting like a dog. You had expected other students but the place was completely empty, only soft music playing in the distance. Were you late?
Carefully, you placed the folder on the floor, before looking at your watch - 4:01 pm. You weren't late at all, so where were others? Where was Yoongi?
You sighed; maybe the lesson had been canceled before you came? Then, why had no one called you?
Ugh, selfish dickheads. you thought.
You sat down, deciding to wait few minutes. The room seemed to be intact - the floor was clear without any paint stains and fresh canvases were still waiting for students in the corner. There was no chemical smell that was usually filling the air, but cherry, intense scent that surprised you a little bit. Yoongi's workplace was tidy and neat too, his brushes and colors mixing pallets were clean, laying on his small table that also looked like a new one.
Without those paint stains, dirt and chemical smell the room didn't have this special aura that you loved. Everything was so... insipid and boring.
"What are you doing here, brat?" you suddenly heard raspy voice, coming from behind. The harsh tone made your back straighten and you turned to the man, already knowing that it was Yoongi.
He was wearing tight, black shirt that emphasized his muscles and pants in the same colour. His jaw was clenched and the man gave you stern look as he approached to you.
"Week ago, I said that today's class is canceled. Didn't you listen to me?" the blonde said and you just shrugged, trying to not look nervous (even if you were a total mess inside).
Yoongi inhaled harshly and the blonde seemed to be angry at you. He was about to explode.
"Aish you are so stupid! Go away!”
The man went to his workplace and sat down. He turned the music up before started mixing few colors with each other, humming as if he was alone.
Your cheeks became red and you had never been this mad in your whole life. How could he just ignore you while you were still there, sitting like an idiot? You wanted to punch him, scream at him, destroy all his paintings and bury him alive. This fucker was treating you like a shit!
The blood was pumping in your veins like a crazy and you didn't hear anything but your own heartbeat. You clenched your fists, knuckles turning white as you approached to the random vase and threw it straight at the wall, making Yoongi slightly jump.
"What the-"
"Can you do me a favor and stop being an asshole? I've been trying so hard to impress you since the first fucking class but you are always so mean to me. What did I do? Why do you hate me so much?!" you screamed, tears blurring your vision.
"And stop ignoring me, y-you, you.. wrr!"
Yoongi seemed totally unaffected by your words, his cold eyes locked with your puffy face.
You grabbed your folder, pulling out your painting and showing to Yoongi.
"I wanted to give you a gift... and show that I can do something more than just fuck around. You don't like it, do you? I don't care anymore. Here..." you placed it on the man's table with a crooked smile.
"You can shove it up your ass." you drawled out, before grabbing your things and leaving the place.
"Son of a gun."
"Oh my lord, ..." Iryda said as she heard about your 'little accident' that had happened at Yoongi's apartment. She gave you a cup of tea, still listening you with astonishment, occasionally putting her hands on top of yours, hoping that it will calm you. However, you were like an active volcano- still angry and ready to explode again.
"It was his favorite vase..." your friend mumbled but you just shrugged, sipping the hot drink.
"I don't fucking care."
Iryda leaned back in chair, looking at you with a fatigue in her eyes.
"So you won't attend next class?"
"Nope, I don't want to see that asshole again."
"Ehh, sometimes you're impossible."
She shook his head before starting washing dishes and you felt slightly guilty for making her upset. But after all... it was Yoongi's fault. You just made a little mess there, nothing more.
"I'm going to my parents for few days..."she said.
"I hope you will feel better when I come back.”
The next few days were boring, you missed Iryda and her presence, especially during that 'hard' time when you were at a loss. You were debating if you should apologize to Yoongi or maybe still hold grudges and not concede. The blonde probably hated you even more so you decided (after hours of thinking) that you will just try to forget about the whole thing and busy yourself with work.
You sat down on your bed, tired after cleaning your always messy room. There was so many new paintings but too little space to keep them in one corner so you decided to organize things that were unnecessarily taking up space. You hung them on your walls, mounting in nice frames that matched with the style of your room. Everything looked nice and aesthetically pleasing - you felt refreshed as well, heaviness finally had left your chest.
Pulling out the cigarette, you lit it, smoke filling your nostrils. You breathed out, eyes closed as your face was bathed in an intense orange glow of a sunset that was coming through the window. You could hear the distant sounds of your city and you hummed, delighted by the calm moment.
After several minutes, you got closer to one of your painting, being proud of your work. It presented narcissi (because you were pretty into flowers), the white field meeting with a purple sky on the horizon. Among blossoms there was a man that was picking them up, his bare arms shiny with sweat. He looked distressed and pensive, as if he was lost in that field. You were in love with the sky - such a nostalgic blur of pink, baby blue mixed with deep purple
The next painting showed two sisters. The one on the left side had dark, thick hair and alabaster skin. Her eyes were black like charcoal, staring intensely at you, there was a burning jealousy in them. The girl had strong facial features as if they were carved out of marble, her lips pursed into thin line. However, she was beautiful - hypnotizing and mystery you could say.
Her sister looked like nymph - violet eyes, platinum, shining hair that was braided and slightly flushed skin. She was smiling softly like a pure, innocent angel, the whole posture of a girl was bright and fresh. The blonde looked nostalgic yet romantic as she was in love, infatuated with stranger that was standing in front of her.
The girls were surrounded by raspberry bushes, deeply red fruits resembling blood stains.
You loved the contrast between two girls and mysterious atmosphere which was filling the space. There was something unnatural in that painting that caused you to not throw it and proudly hang it on your wall.
You almost came closer to the next piece of work but all of a sudden you heard doorbell, loud sound reverberated in your apartment. Unexpected guest? Maybe it was Iryda?
The stranger started knocking so you went to your door, opening it with a hint of hesitation. Surprisingly, you saw... Yoongi.
The blonde was nonchalantly standing on the doorstep, his eyes boringly looking at you. Yoongi was wearing white loose t-shirt, black and black, skinny jeans. His bright hair were messy but you found them cute.
"What do you want?" you said coldly, dragging cigarette. Yoongi snorted as if tone of your voice amused him.
"I need to talk to Iryda. Is she here? It's important." he said but you just shook your head, blowing smoke at Yoongi that caused him to frown.
"You are behaving like a bitch. What did I even do to you?"
"What did you just call me?!"
"Y/N I don't want to argue here, is Iryda here?”
“No, she will be back in few days.”
“May I come in?”
You bit your bottom lip, thinking; that was probably something important since Yoongi visited your apartment rarely, usually when you were out. You didn't want to see him but you didn't want Iryda to be mad as well. So, you decided to lean back and mumble quiet -
"Yeah.”
Yoongi sent you a boyish smirk before he entered your apartment, strong cologne filled your nostrils as the blonde crossed threshold.
You followed the man, watching him admiring new works that were hanging on walls. His plump lips were slightly open, eyes scanning every painting with a passion and delight.
"Iryda is so talented..." he whispered and you hummed in response, coming closer to Yoongi, even if your mind was screaming to go back to your safe zone.
"I know right? I love her style. It's so unique and gorgeous. You want to stare at her paintings all day and night and still be not over them. They are just so... beautiful."
Yoongi nodded, his arm brushing against yours, slight touch setting your skin on fire.
Every hair rose and the silence had never been that loud.
"I'm sorry. For words that I said and for things that I did." the words slipped out from your mouth uncontrollably and immediately your cheeks flamed in shame. Your body frizzed and you even thought that maybe you just imagine it but then Yoongi cocked his head, staring at you with a calm facial expression.
"Yeah, I'm sorry too. I was an asshole." he said.
You decided to stub out the cigarette, pressing the tip against the ashtray and watching the rising smoke.
"But you weren't an angel too. You broke my favorite vase."
You snorted and after you had gotten enough guts up, you turned to the boy, meeting with his warm smile that you had never seen before.
"I can buy you a new one. Or do whatever you want."
Okay, the last sentence was kind of risky.
The man laughed dryly.
"Really? Everything?"
"I mean... yeah I guess."
Yoongi brushed away messy strands of his light hair, thinking.
"Everything... hmm, okay. Kiss me and we're okay, sweetheart."
You opened your mouth, shocked by his choice, flames igniting inside of you.
"W-what? No, no! I didn't mean everything like kissing or the like!" you protested but the man shook his head, smiling widely.
"You said: everything. That includes kissing too."
Your heart started beating like a mad; you had always wanted to kiss the man. There was no return then and you didn't have a choice.
"Okay, but don't think that something other will happen uhm between us."
"We will see baby." he sent you a devilish smirk and you groaned, already annoyed by his behavior. However, you felt kind of hot and bothered even if you didn't want to admit it. Yoongi looked incredibly sexy and you tried your best to not stare at his bare collarbones.
After few minutes of silence, you slowly got closer to Yoongi, his hot breath ghosting over your skin. The man was looking at you with a burning desire in his dark eyes. You were about to faint, so close to the blonde that there was no space between you two, his chest touching yours. Growing tension in the room was palpable and the atmosphere became stifling and hot as if there was no air.
Your lips brushed against his moist ones, your movements timid. Yoongi's hand touched your waist, pulling your body to him even more, his tongue starting to explore your mouth.
Yoongi tasted like cherries mixed with some forest fruits, the flavor very sweet, resembling candies. It was almost exaggerated but you liked it anyway, still wanting more. Your fingers sank into his soft blonde lock as you deepened the kiss, Yoongi smirking in response.
The man bit your bottom lip and you whimpered at the slight pain. However, he quickly closed the wound with his wet tongue.
The kiss wasn't enough so you started moving your hips, brushing against his length that started erecting, interested.
"Oh, you little bastard." he laughed dryly at your movements, his mouth travelling down to your artery that was pulsing fast beneath his pink lips. The man started licking your skin then sucking it harshly to create blooming flowers that will cover your neck and show others that you were his. You moaned at the feeling, your nails scratching Yoongi's scalp.
"What about our promise, huh?" you said hoarsely and the man snorted, his hand cupping your breast.
"You don't seem to not enjoy it, am I right or am I right?"
"Ha, you are right."
Yoongi started fondling your ass, while his hand squeezed your other breast, making you moan. He stopped for a moment just to take off his t-shirt, revealing shining with sweat chest, his muscles not exaggerated, just right. You couldn't help but touch his stomach, feeling those carved abs under your fingertips.
"You like it, huh?"
The man pulled off his pants as well and you licked lips at the glorious sight in front of you. You could see outlines of his erect dick and gosh, he seemed to be so big and hard. It made you even more wet.
Your fingers pulled at the waistband of Yoongi's boxers, lashes fluttered coquettishly.
"Someone's already horny." the blonde whispered, nibbling your earlobe. His hand grabbed yours before placing it on the shaft; he was hot, pulsing beneath your palm. You breathed out loudly and the blonde smirked, his tongue licking your collarbone.
"You know what to do, baby doll." his words were like a sharp knife cutting through you and you let out a whimper, needing to rub thighs against each other to get some friction, juices dripping down your legs. He lifted your skirt, fingers playing with your black panties to tease you a little bit. You let out a shameful moan and he smirked. He pressed his thumb on your clitoris, making you tremble, knots tightening in your abdomen. After a while the man slipped your panties off, feeling your wetness coating his fingers that were dancing between your folds.
"C'mon, don't be shy. Play with daddy's cock."
you gulped at his words. The man looked so dominant then that you couldn't just say no.
You gave his dick a light squeeze- not sure if he liked it or not. However, Yoongi immediately groaned after your hesitant movement, his hand grasped your neck, tightening the grip.
"Tighter." he growled, his raspy voice sending tingles to your pussy that was still teased by his fingers.
You did as he told you, slowly starting massaging his dick through the fabric. You earned a low groan and the pre-cum that soaked boxers covered your fingers. It was sticky and warm; you started pumping the length even faster, the man growling like a wolf at time to time, his teeth sinking in your soft skin.
Yoongi pushed his two fingers in your entrance, warmth welcoming his digits as he started stretching you out, sometimes "accidentally" brushing against your spongy g-spot. He scissored them inside of you, giving you even more pleasure. His thumb was doing lazy circles on your clit, pressing it down at time to time and you felt your orgasm coming, familiar flames licking your abdomen, making you squirm.
Yoongi let out a deep groan as he reached his own peak, his hot cum dirtying your fingers but you didn't mind, proud of yourself that you made your art teacher climax. You could see trickles of sweat running down his temples and fatigue in his eyes as he lifted his face to kiss you passionately.
He muffled your moans as you came, wetness splashing out on his hand. Your pussy clenched around his digits, desperately wanting to keep them in and not lose the feeling of fluffiness. Waves of pleasure washed over you and you didn't feel anything but an ecstasy that like a whip lashed your body and left you breathless.
"Oh my lord..." you breathed out, brushing away messy strands of your hair. Yoongi cupped your cheeks before violently crashing his lips into yours and you grabbed his arm, scared of falling down on the floor. His hands were all over your body - gripping your breasts, squeezing your thighs, playing with your ass... He was so hungry and nothing was enough - he wanted more, more, more
"I want to fuck you so hard, Y/N. I can't wait anymore." the blonde whispered, staring intensely at you, like a lion watching his prey.
Instead of responding you gave him a quick peck before grabbing his hand and running to your bedroom.
As you turned to the man, he immediately yanked off your t-shirt, throwing the cloth on the floor. The blonde quickly unclasped your bra (with your little help), immediately kissing your bare skin. His tongue swirled around your hardening nipple and you let out a moan at the feeling.
"Yoongi..." you whimpered and the man smirked, kissing your abdomen. He crouched as he slowly took off your skirt, finally seeing you completely naked.
"Goddess." he murmured with his eyes closed. The man's fingers danced up and down your thighs as his lips were brushing against your hip.
You groaned, starting to get impatient.
"Don't be cheesy and fuck me already." you said, laying on the bed. Yoongi snorted; the man shook his head but didn't say anything. He kissed your knee, spreading your legs, the man breathing out at the sight of your wet pussy, your folds already swollen after your first orgasm that night. The blonde wanted to lick you, taste those leaked juices that seemed to be delicious. However, he decided to just fuck you properly and wait for the next opportunity of eating you out.
You pulled out a condom and give it to Yoongi that smirked suggestively at the shining wrapper.
"What? Don't you know "Wrap it before you tap it" ?" you said and Yoongi burst into laughter while putting on a condom.
"Yeah, I know. Safety first."
Yoongi leaned down, his hands sinking into soft mattress. His warm tip brushed against your sensitive entrance and you tried your best to not moan again.
"Ahh, babe you feel so fucking good around me." he whispered, pushing into you, his limbs shaking. At the beginning the stretch was kind of uncomfortable but you quickly got used to it. He was big and hard, you could feel him pulsing as he was about to explode again. Your tight walls were embracing Yoongi's length deliciously, his cock brushing against your delicate area.
The blonde bit your earlobe as he started pumping harder, letting out a low grunts with every powerful thrust. The sound of a skin against the skin mixed with your own moans filled the room, Yoongi's heavy breathing ghosting over your neck. You brought your hands to his back, running your fingers down either side of the man's back, feeling tensed muscles. You sank your nails in the soft skin of the blonde to give yourself some support as Yoongi thrusted almost violently, trying to reach his own peak desperately.
"Oh god..." he groaned, grabbing your leg and lifting it up so he could thrust even deeply. The blonde attached his lips to your neck, sucking harshly and he felt your hips jerked, searching for your high.
Yoongi's hand travelled down to flick your bud between his fingers and you cried out, hot tears running down your cheeks. It was too much, you couldn't feel anything but the painful pleasure. Your toes curled and your thighs were trembling as your orgasm was getting closer, setting you on fire.
"Yoongi!" you screamed, every muscle tensing up as you came. Yoongi followed you, climaxing right after you with a low grunt. The blonde's weight dropped onto you, but you were too tired to complain, slightly scratching his scalp. The silence filled the space and the last thing that you remembered was Yoongi's calm breathing which lulled you to sleep.
"Good Morning, beautiful." you heard a deep voice purring next to your ear that immediately woke you up. As you opened your puffy eyes, you saw Yoongi smiling brightly, his hand cupping your cheek lovingly. His hair was wet and the man was wearing one of your jumpers that looked very cute on him.
"I made a breakfast for you." he said and you propped yourself on elbows to see pancakes and croissants with raspberries placed on tray.
"Thank you." you gave him a quick peck, fingers interlacing with his. You still couldn't believe that actual Min Yoongi was sitting next to you, wearing your clothes and smiling like an angel. Maybe that was just a silly dream?
As you started eating breakfast, the blonde cleared his throat, before speaking. His cheeks slightly flushed.
“Your paintings are amazing, I love all of them. They are very beautiful and mystic. I thought that they belong to Iryda but then I saw your signature in corner. I was surprised, but now I'm just so fucking happy that you do what you love, even if I told you that it's not for you. I'm sorry." he said but you just shook your head.
"Nah, it's okay. I forgive you."
The blonde suddenly stood up, grabbing his folder. He pulled out your work, smiling softly. Your eyes widened, your jaw dropped.
"I think you forgot something. I want it to be here, it's yours after all."
It was your painting of Irises.
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If you are taking requests, could you possibly write what happens after the movie like your prequel: Light Blue Sky, Bright Pink Flower. It could be a smut to show how much closer they have gotten after their adventure together and after confessing they love each other. Please and thank you.
Here you are my dear anon! :) I hope you’ll like this little fic (Fluff/Smut/Surprise at the end).
When I read “It could be a smut.” my mind just elaborated “Do a Smut in that fic!”, so here you go. OwO Enjoy a little piece of my madness.
Thatwarm and bright evening was completely silent, just like the tiredbut satisfied Trolls, asleep in their colorful pods and under softand fluffy blankets made of leaves and hair. Man, what a long daythey had: after their return to the Troll Tree, that was right in themiddle of the new and finally happy Bergen Town, the little singingand dancing creatures had a lot of work to do: building and makingnew pods, fixing the Tree’s broken roots and branches, secure thewild area, pulling weeds, moving things and supplies from their oldhome… yeah, that was exhausting and boring, but necessary.
AndPoppy, the happiest, the most loved and the most positive of all ofthe Rainbow Trolls, was now the new and beloved Queen, so she had alot of responsabilities and duties to perform. Of course, her fatherhelped her with his long experience and wisdom, but still… The girlwas in fact still awake, with big dark circles around her magentaeyes, and was talking to herself, resuming the day’s activitiesquickly and with attention: “Ok, so… It’s been a week, alooooooong week, and I must say we fixed and did a lot ofwork, that’s very good. The roots are ready, green and healty, as thecrown of the Tree, full of leaves and flowers. But we need more podsbecause the population is increasing and the kids are growing, soonthey will need their own little homes! Also, the Tree’s bark is fartoo friable and full of dangerous splinters, and we must create azone for-…”.
“Woah,talking to yourself, Pops? Work and organization sucks, right? Youlook dead tired right now!” a familiar and gentle male voice calledher from not so far, with an ironic but worried tone and crossed,strong blue-green arms. “You’re tiring yourself too much, youshould go to sleep. You are working so hard these days, and for thefirst time of your life! No parties, no jumping in the fields, nosmelling flowers or hugging randomly… you must be lost right now,am I right…”.
“Oh!Branch, it’s just you. Are you still up too, uh?” the royal femalelaughed sincerely and greeted her new and now happy boyfriend,standing up, quickly approaching him and resting her heavy andthrobbing head on his right and strong shoulder, sighing and huffingout her great frustration. “You are right. I know I should get somerest, you’re totally right, but everyone’s counting on me and I don’twanna let them down. Remember, we are in a big, big hurry. The coldseason is coming, you know that, we can’t risk our subjects’ lifelike this. We’ll freeze!”.
“Iknow that indeed, that’s the worst time of the damn year and it’shard to survive without enough supplies, but our work’s half done andthe cold season will come the next month. We’ll be ready in a week ortwo, I promise.” Branch hugged her tightly, trying to comfort andcalm her, caressing her slim and elegant back. “And I’ll be thereto help you if you’ll need me, always. What you’re doing right now,tormenting youself and worrying too much, won’t help at all. Come on,let’s head inside, there are plenty of warm blankets and pillows, agood rest and everything’ll seem alright.”.
“Iguess you’re right as always, you smart, ex-survivalist. Your help isinvaluable, without your guide and precious advices I don’t know whatI would do.” Poppy nuzzled his neck and kissed his left andslightly glittery cheek, closing her bright eyes and smelling him,finally peaceful and quiet in his arms. “You’ll make a great Kingone day, you care so much about me and our people, and everybodyloves and respects you.” she added with a bold smirk, giggling andpunching his back. “King Branch, sounds pretty good right? The badthing is that you’ll have to wear a beautiful flower crown, eheh! I’maware you hate them, I’m so sorry.”.
Thecolorful survivalist gulped and blushed visibly, rubbing his nape andlooking away, embarassed and shy as always. “D-do you really thinkso? I’ll be good enough for the Trolls? For you? Do you really wantme, will you really choose the dull, always prepared andstrange me? I… just don’t know if I deserve that…”.
“No,you won’t be good enough, Branch.” the pink girl slowly shook herhead, looking strangely strict, serious and severe, looking at himinto his light blue eyes, now full of surprise and esitation. “You’llbe perfect for us all. I chose you, and maybe that was thebest decision of my whole life. And I’d choose you, always.” shesmiled widely then, amused by his unsure reactions, grabbing hisstrong but pudgy waist and, on her tiptoes, she pressed her perfumedlips on his, in a kind but passionate and needed kiss.
Branchgroaned and smiled during that welcomed act of affection, his heartfull of joy and pride hearing those beautiful words, and used hisfree and big hands to grab her fluffy hair and gently pull it,knowing how much she would like it. As planned, he heard a tiny butexcited squeal and felt her body against his, hot and tempting.
Whenthey pulled away, Poppy grinned and licked her wet and now flushedmouth, fixing a lock of hair and putting it behind her round ear. “Isee what you did there, are you trying to make me relax in thatway? What a naughty and smug Troll you are, Branch.” the Queenasked, lifting an eyebrow and snickering, a hand on her hip. “But Iam too, so… will you join me in my bedroom?”.
Itwas not like they’ve never done it before or that it was their firsttime: in fact, during those short and maybe too fast weeks, theyfound themselves inseparable and deeply connected, in any existingform. Even in that form. But it was still a strange feelingfor Branch, being inside his girlfriend’s form and whispering lovingphrases, sweet nothings and poetries in her rounded ears.
“Youok, Branch?” Poppy panted with a little and kind smile on her face,her many freckles shone in the darkness as she looked into his lightblue eyes, beneath his muscular but chubby body. Her slim hipsbounced up and down slowly, meeting Branch’s unhurried thrusts. “Youseem a little… uh, restrained? Like you want to say something.”.
“No,no. It’s alright up here. Are you ok down there?” the survivalistsmiled back and laughed, kissing her forehead for a moment andcontinuing his movements, then the male got closer to her right earand huffing: “But maybe you’re right, I would like to saysomething. It’s just… I cannot find the words to describe myfeelings right now, and… damn, I can’t find the words to tell youhow much you mean to me. Maybe I am a poet, well… sort of, butsometimes, especially when I’m around you, I can’t find the right wayto tell you how I feel.”.
“Thenshow me. If you can’t find the right words, then use yourself becauseyou, just you are more than enough for me.” the Queen hugged him,nuzzling against his chest, deeply touched by his sincere words.
Thepink Troll felt her partner speeding up after a few moments ofreflection and esitation, and his royal blue-purple hair twirlingaround hers in a passionate and affectionate dance they shared a lotof times, together and connected, in that fluffy and comfortable bed.“Mhh-!” she moaned, spreading her long legs a bit more, grabbinghim by the waist, and moving her pelvis along with the survivalist’s.
Branchlicked his rather sharp teeth, drooling a little and panting a lot,still not very used to those act of intimate affection, then hegently bit the female’s breasts, sucking them and using his tongue tolap her excited and red nipples, enjoying her wails and whines ofpleasure.
SuddenlyPoppy used her great strength and agility to lift her smaller bodyup, helping herself with her behind’s muscles, sitting on the blueTroll’s lap and smirking, happy to finally be on top. Sheloved it, when she could move and watch her boyfriend’s desperateexpressions, closely. With a loud but muffled scream, she started toride her companion’s rod with speed, while kissing him on the lipsand rubbing his belly and nape with her free arms.
“Ugh!”Branch groaned loudly, his eyes barely open and his tongue out,sitting on the pallet and enjoying the show his girlfriend wasputting up. He felt a warmth in his groin area and his manhoodswelling inside her damp and dripping slit. “She really loves tobe on top, uh…”.
“Someone’sapproaching his peak, Branchie? Awh!” the smug and self-confidentQueen joked while huffing, rubbing his cheek and pressing herforehead against his sweaty one for a second. “It’s ok, I-I’mreaching it too… j-just let it out… will you?”, Poppy knew howto make him come anyway, in fact she knew a really, really sweet spotof his: smiling and smirking, she opened her mouth again and bitgently his pointy and moving ear with her rounded teeth.
“P-Poppy!”he shouted with a not-so-manly and very surprised tone, his handsgrabbing her slim hips on instinct and his organ emptying itselfinside the Queen’s welcoming and warm canal, filling her up with hiswhite and fertile sexual liquid, that poured out slowly, on the dirtyand now messy sheets. “Mpgh…”.
“Branch!”Poppy shivered in pleasure right after him, clenching her muscularinner walls around her partner’s dick and riding out her own orgasm,while electric waves clawled up and down her arching back. “Ahh…”she concluded after a long minute, falling back on the mattress alongwith the survivalist, both of them dead tired, panting visibly andsweaty. But satisfied. Really satisfied. “I admit it… that…relaxed me quite alot.”.
“T-Toldyou… And guess what, that even helped me, you know… gathering abit of courage to tell you something.” the survivalist laughedweakly, kissing her lips for the last time and suddenly sitting onthe bed, grabbing his green gilet and searching for something in itspockets. When he found and took it, he turned towards hisgirlfriends, hands behind his naked back and an embarassed smile onhis chubby face. “Poppy, we’ve known each other for so long, 20years, and I never found the bravery or guts to talk to you, never.But believe me when I say that I loved you so, so much. I loved youwith all my heart and soul, but I was a coward and I was scared.Scared to lose you, like I lost my grandma. Only during our journeyand especially in that pot, when you lost your hope, happiness andcolors, I found myself finally capable to show my real feelings andto tell you I loved you. I couldn’t let you go, I couldn’t see youall grey and sad like I was. And gosh, when you told me you loved meback… I just couldn’t believe it: you, the most perfect and…well, rather annoying dork, my love interest, my beloved party-lovingand funny Princess, loved me! You didn’t give up on me, that’s why Ifell in love with you long, long ago; with your smile you were ableto bright my days and fantasies, especially when I wrote poetriesabout you. You are my bigger inspiration and an essential part of mynew, colorful and beautiful life. And even if maybe’s too early…I’d like to make it official.”.
“…B-Branch? What do you mean, what are you trying to say?” Poppyasked, a little insecure and excited, with her big, enrapturedmagenta eyes, looking at the little and opened black box with agolden and shiny ring inside, right in front of her.
“Poppy,will you marry me?”.
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QOTD: which gym leader in XY was the hardest for you? Mine was grant, it took me many tries to defeat him and I even stopped playing the game for a while before trying again.
Third person POV
"Meloetta?!" Cami says too loudly, alerting the others. "Woah! Is that a Pokémon?" Bonnie asks. "It's a meloetta, a rare Pokémon from Unova. I'm not sure how it got here" Cami explains. Meloetta floats over to Ash and gives him a hug. "I feel like I recognize meloetta" Ash says. "You should, it's the same one you rescued from Team Rocket in Unova!" Cami tells him. Pikachu goes over to Meloetta, remembering it from before. "Wow, what'd know. I didn't think I'd see you again" Ash says to Meloetta. "Do you know Meloetta too, Cami?" Clement questions the girl. "Yes, the protectors and meloetta live behind my mom's daycare now. We're close friends" Cami says. "A boy named Ridley told me about a boy and his Pikachu who saved Meloetta, and I've always wanted to thank them. Then I saw you and Pikachu battling during the unova league and knew it was you too. Now I'm here, and can properly thank you both for helping my friend" Cami then curtsies at the pair, "So Thank you." If you looked fast enough, you could see Ash blushing a bit. "No worries. So you saw me in the unova league, huh?" Ash and Cami chatted some more, hSerena had a jealous look on her face, mad that the pair are bonding so well. "I should probably call my mom and tell her meloetta's with me" Cami walks inside, Meloetta and Polly following behind.
Cami's POV
Using one of the video phones, I call my mom. 'Come on, pick up. So you can not answer but I let it ring one time and I'm in trouble?' I think while waiting. "Hell0, this is Sarah speaking" my mom greets. "Hey, Mom, it's me. Can you go get Ridley please?" I ask nicely. "Oh, sure" My mom walks away, I hear the glass door slide open and suddenly "RIDLEY! Cami's on the phone and needs to talk to you!" Mom's so loud that Nurse Joy looks over at me. I wave and nervously laugh, tired of being embarrassed and having people stare at me. Ridley appears on the video, "Cami, I have some bad news, Meloetta's missing. It's been missing for days now. Do you have any idea where she may be?" Ridley is very concerned about Meloetta being lost, the bags under his eyes confirm he hasn't slept in a while. "Ya, uh, about that..She's here with me" I pick up meloetta and hold it up to the camera's view. "Meloetta! Thank arceus you're safe! How'd it get with you?" "I'm not sure myself, she just showed up about 10 minutes ago. I think she's been following me and I haven't even realized it" I tell him, Meloetta is dancing with Polly now, Meloetta sure can be childish. "Should I send her back? And if I do, then how? She doesn't have a pokeball so I can't send it to Professor juniper" I ask my mom and Ridley. "Catch Meloetta, but do not return it here, have it stay with you" the voice of the protectors leader, Ryu says. "Keep Meloetta with me?" I say to the leader. "It's safer with you, you can protect it better than we can here" Ryu says. "It's true, poachers have been really bad since you've left. The tribe of amoonguss and foongus had to be relocated so they are staying at our house now" my mom tells me. "Do it, child. Meloetta will help you during your journey of being Kalos Queen" Ryu says while nodding. "Take care of Meloetta, ok? And you stay out of trouble, Meloetta, you hear me?" Ridley says. "I promise I will."
I hang up the phone, lean down to Meloetta's level and grab a pokeball. "Meloetta, want to come along for the ride?" I don't need to ask twice as she pokes the ball and goes inside, only shaking once. The ball shrinks down and it's glowing red, meaning I need to swap one of my Pokémon. With the help of Professor Juniper, I transported Mime Jr's ball to her lab, where he'll be staying with my mom for a while, he loves entertaining the baby Pokémon though so he'll have fun. I let Meloetta out of the ball and she sits on my head, while Polly goes to my shoulder. "Meloetta, welcome to the team! You're gonna love showcases and traveling around" I tell them. "Mel Melo!" It replies, happy to be here. 'Now I must protect my key stone, Lopunny's mega stone and Meloetta, and I'm not going to let anyone take them away from me' I make a promise, they'll have to kill me if they want anything precious to me, cause I won't go without a fight..
Back to third person POV
"Ash, do you remember me?" Serena asks Ash. Ash only looks confused, not knowing what she's talking about. "Think back to when you went to camp in Pallet Town. I did too. That's where we met" Serena explained, probably thinking he would have remembered her from all those years ago. "At camp?" Ash said, still confused. "That's right. We met at Professor Oak's Pokémon Summer Camp." Ash seems to perk up at Oak's summer camp. "Hey. I remember that camp" he says. "You really do?" "Yeah, of course, I went to it" Ash tells her, his clueless mind not understanding. "I know and that's because I went to that camp as well" Serena says to Ash. "Hm, can't say I remember you" Ash says, being honest.
Serena looks shocked that he doesn't remember her at all. "Sorry" Ash apologizes. "That's okay, Ash. For now, you need to concentrate on training. You can remember me later" Serena tells Ash. Cami then walks back out to the battlefield, Ash notices her. "Hey, Cami!" He waves and Cami waves back, then walks to sit with Bonnie. Serena just gives Cami a glare, then continues talking to Ash. "I've got to say, Pokémon battles are amazing" she says. "You saw mine? Then you know what a totally rotten mess I made of it" Ash says, embarrassed about his loss. "A mess? I don't think so, you were awesome. I remember what you said the last time we met, you never give up until the end" Serena brings up them meeting again. "You're obviously not giving up. You haven't changed one bit."
Ash starts laughing, "I haven't changed, have I?" Alexa notices Ash laughing and smiles. "I'm not giving up. That just wouldn't be me at all. Thanks, Serena. You're a big help" Ash tells his friend and returns the handkerchief, getting up and asks Alexa something, "Alexa! Can we have another battle, please?" Alexa agrees with his request. Pikachu and Fletchling go back to Ash, ready to try again. "It's not like me to get all down on myself. I can fix all of this by not giving up" Ash said. "Ready to go?" Noivern, Pikachu and Fletchling are all ready to battle! "Noivern, use Gust!" A strong Gust go to Pikachu and Fletchling, both of them making an effort to handle the Gust. "Stay strong. Don't give up!" Ash gives his Pokémon strength. "Get your footing, Pikachu! And Fletchling, keep your balance!"
The Pokémon listen, Pikachu uses its tail to help with its footing. "Alright! Pikachu's using its tail!" Says Serena. "Great, in that position Pikachu should be able to keep its footing" Clement says. Fletchling works on keeping its balance while in the air. "Wow, look at that. Fletchling's flying lots better now too" Bonnie says, Dedenne agrees with her. "It's adjusting the angle of its tail feathers to control how the air flows around it" Clement speaks. "Now, Pikachu, use Thunderbolt! And Fletchling, use Razor wind!" Ash commands, both attacks aiming at Noivern. "Alright, Noivern, dodge it!" Noivern dodges Thunderbolt and Razor wind. "Awesome! Looking good, you two" Ash calls out to his Pokémon. "Looks like you're getting the hang of it. But I'm not finished yet! Use Gust, again!"
Time went by, it now being evening. "Wow, Alexa, that was some really helpful training. Thank you for everything" Ash says to Alexa. "Save your thanks until after you defeat my sister and win your first Kalos Gym badge" Alexa tells Ash. The group went inside the Pokémon center to eat. "Hmm. We've got a good defense against Gust now" Says Ash. "So that means, uh, now you just need to figure out the ice battlefield and Sticky web and Psychic" Bonnie says. "Ice beam can also be a problem, especially with Fletchling, who's a flying type" Cami says while feeding foongus food. "I've already figured out how to deal with the ice battlefield" Ash tells Bonnie. "Yeah? What are you gonna do?" "You'll find out during the battle" Says Ash. "Hey, that's no fun" Bonnie says and starts pouting. "Well, as far as handling Sticky Web you just leave that to me" Clement tells Ash. "Yes, alright, Pikachu and Fletchling it's back to trainin' after we eat" Says Ash. His Pokémon turn around with faces stuffed with food, they are excited to train again. Serena just stares at Ash, with a sort of creepy look(AN: seriously though, her stare is creepy IMO).
"Allow me to help you with your training using the very best of my scientific skills. Remember, the future is now, thanks to science. And the power of technology. Clemontic Gear, on. I invented this device in anticipation of the very situation Ash is now in. I call it the Sticky Web Sticky-Wicket Wacker Wonk!" Clement shows off his invention that will help Ash with his training. The three girls only look confused, while Ash is in awe, "Science is so amazing!" "I've analyzed Sticky Web's composition at the DNA level and this device is able to replicate its stickiness, color, aroma and nutritional value to a tee. I'm sure patent approval is right around the corner" Clement speaks with smart words, losing everyone. "Maybe if I studied more in science, I would understand" Cami says, not understanding what he just said. "Well, I really don't know what you're talking about but thanks, Clement" Ash tells Clement.
"So, Let's get started. Lock on target and fire!" Clement turns on the machine and sticky web replicas shoot out of it, "Dodge it!" Pikachu and Fletchling dodge the webs, Pikachu gets curious and touches the sticky web, his paw getting stuck on it. "He's right! It's the same as Sticky Web!" Says Serena. "This is what I call training with science. Keep it up! Fire! Fire! Fire!" Clement launches more sticky webs at Pikachu and Fletchling, who dodges them. "Hey, you're both looking great" Ash tells his Pokémon. Pikachu and Fletchling look determined to fight. "Not bad, but you haven't experienced my device working at full power. Maximum level and fire!" Clement pulls the level but nothing happens. Everyone's surprised that nothing happened. "Huh, something's not right" Clement says. Suddenly the machine goes crazy, and starts shooting Sticky Webs into the sky, they fall onto the machine and it starts to move and light up.
The machine explodes, making everyone's hair poofy. "Looks like another machine went boom" Bonnie says. Clement gets upset, repeating 'why' over and over. "Your heart was in the right place but you can't become a successful inventor overnight" Cami says while dusting the smoke from the explosion off of Foongus. "Okay, in that case..Alright, Froakie, I choose you!" Ash throws Froakie's Pokeball and froakie appears. "If you attack us with your Frubbles it'll be like getting attacked with Sticky Web." Froakie uses its frubbles, aiming at Pikachu and Fletchling. "Quick, Pikachu, Fletchling, dodge it!" The two dodge the Frubbles.
"Wow! What a clever way to use Frubbles" Clement says. "Yeah, keep it up!" Bonnie and Dedenne encourage the Pokémon. "Ash really is an amazing Trainer" Cami says in awe. Bonnie nudges Cami, looking down at the little girl, she sees a smirk on her face. Cami blushes and looks away, in the corner of her eye she sees Serena giving her a jealous look. "Now, concentrate and speed up!" Ash commands. Froakie continues with its Frubbles, the other two Pokémon still dodging them. "Show me that spirit!" Says Ash. "I didn't know Ash had a Froakie too" Serena speaks. "Ash met that froakie from Professor sycamore and it ch-" Cami was cut off by Serena, "So how'd he get it?" Poor Cami couldn't even finish the sentence. "That Froakie's from Professor Sycamore's research lab" Bonnie wasn't interrupted by Serena, making Cami wonder why Serena acts nice to everyone except her. "Just like my Fennekin" Serena says. 'Does she not realize new Pokémon trainer's in Kalos go to the lab like her? Is she trying to claim her and Ash are alike?' Cami thinks, she never says anything like this in person, only in her head.
The Sticky web training came to an end, Pikachu, Fletchling and Ash satisfied with the Training. "I think we're gonna be just fine. So, let's call it a day" Ash tells his Pokémon. Froakie goes over to Fletchling and gently hits it, impressed with its hard work, Fletchling looks Proud. "Ra ra ra go team go. I know you can do it. You're awesome" Bonnie says, clearly tired. "Bonnie, I think it's bedtime" Clement tells his almost dozing off sister. "Mm, you were great" Bonnie says and shakes Clement's hand. "Yeah, weren't they? Let's go" Clement leads Bonnie away. "Pikachu.." is all Bonnie says. "Okay, Ash. I'm going to tuck Bonnie into bed." "Right! Thanks for staying up so late and helping me out" Ash thanks Clement and Bonnie. Suddenly Bonnie says "Oh! Dedenne, I forgot Dedenne." She walks over to Cami and grabs foongus. "Uh, Bonnie, that isn't Dedenne" Cami tries to tell Bonnie but she does listen. Dedenne looks confusing as well, as it's already with her. What surprises Cami is that Foongus doesn't freak out, he relaxes in her hold! "Cami, is it ok if Bonnie sleeps with Foongus? Just for a while" Clement asks. "Of course, I think foongus would like that. Just be careful that Foongus doesn't accidentally use an attack on himself and Bonnie, it's happened to me before." The siblings, Dedenne and Foongus leave the battlefield.
"Well, we all worked on everything we could. All that's left is to battle Viola as hard as we can. So let's give it all we've got!" Ash tells Pikachu, Froakie and Fletchling. "It's amazing how hard Trainers and their Pokémon work. It takes an awful lot of time and effort to earn yourself a Gym badge, doesn't it?" Serena says to Ash. "You'll be training like this in no time. Soon you're gonna hit the road and catch some more Pokémon so you can challenge the Pokémon Gyms, right?" Ash asks Serena. "I guess so. I know I have Fennekin but I'm not sure what my next step will be" Serena confesses. "Got ya. So, take your time and you'll know what to do." Pikachu agrees with his Trainer's words. Serena thanks ash. He leaves and Cami approaches Serena. "I know how you feel, I didn't know what I wanted to do on my journey and just stayed back home. I'm sure you'll find your dream soon and will be the best!" Cami tells Serena. "I wouldn't saw we're alike at all. But thanks I guess" and with that, Serena leaves. Cami remembers her father's words, to always be kind to others, even if they aren't kind back.
"The Gym battle rematch between Ash, the challenger and Viola, the Santalune Gym Leader will now begin" the referee speaks. "Huh? Cami, aren't you going to let Polly out and cheer?" Bonnie asks Cami. Truth is Cami still believes that what Serena said was true and that the outfit was weird. "Maybe next time" Cami answers. "Hey, Cami! We'd love it if Polly could cheer us on again. It gives us strength" Ash tells his friend. Cami didn't realize it meant so much to Ash and his Pokémon. Deciding not to let Serena's words affect her, she called Polly out. "Let's cheer for Ash and his Pokémon, ok?" Polly agrees. "Pi Pika Pi!" Polly shakes her Pom-poms and tail. Ash gives both Cami and Polly a thumbs up and Cami swears she saw a blush on his cheeks.
"Each side will have the use of two Pokémon and the battle will be over when either Trainer's Pokémon are unable to continue. Only the challenger may substitute Pokémon" The referee explains the rules again. "So, Ash, my sister tells me you were training hard yesterday. I'm looking forward to this" Viola gets her first Pokémon ready, grabbing its ball. "Yeah, me too. 'Cause this time I'm gonna win a badge!" Ash is confident and ready. "My lens is still focused on victory and nothing will ruin this shot! Go, Surskit!" Viola's surskit is first. "Time to even the score, right, Pikachu?" Pikachu's ready. "Battle, begin!"
Pikachu is concentrating on Surskit, waiting for it to make its move. "They're waiting to see Surskit's first move" Alexa says. "Ash and Pikachu, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em!" Bonnie yells out, Dedenne yelling out too. "You can't take a picture without pressing the shutter and you can't win a battle without attacking. Alright, Surskit, use Sticky Web!" It's Sticky web! Luckily they trained hard on sticky web defense. "Dodge it, Pikachu!" Pikachu dodges all of the Sticky webs, surprising Viola. "Wow, that's fast. All that training's paying off" Serena says. "Now, Pikachu! Use Thunderbolt!" Pikachu uses Thunderbolt but Viola has a counter attack. "Surskit, Protect!" Surskit protects itself from the thunderbolt that would have been super affective. "Signal Beam, go!" "Dodge, then Iron Tail!" Pikachu dodges signal beam and hits surskit with Iron tail.
Everyone watching gets excited. "Alright! Yay!" Serena says. "Pikachu really nailed it" Says Bonnie. "Awesome, Pikachu, keep going!" Cami cheers, Polly is happy like her trainer. "Iron Tail isn't that effective against Surskit but considering how Pikachu wasn't able to land an attack at all last time it was a meaningful hit" Clement says. "Now, let's refocus this battle. Time to use Ice Beam and create an ice battlefield" Viola tells Surskit, Surskit starts building up ice beam. "Don't let Surskit use ice beam!" Pikachu jumps on Surskit, startling it. "Stay on it and use Thunderbolt!" "Shake it loose and use Ice beam" Pikachu hangs on to Surskit. Surskit starts using Ice beam that aims on the trees in the battle area. Pikachu loses its grip on Surskit and gets thrown off, Pikachu recovers quickly. Surskit uses ice beam again, this time aiming it at the ceiling. "Pikachu, dodge it!" Pikachu dodges the ice beam but slides on the ice battlefield.
Viola and Surskit managed to create the ice battlefield, just like last time. "Another picture perfect ice battlefield. Surskit, start skating!" Surskit starts skating on the ice, going fast around Pikachu and making Pikachu frustrated. "It's just like the last battle!" Bonnie says. "The difference is Ash trained really hard for this one" Serena says, not understanding that even training hard can lead to defeat in some cases. "Let's hope the training was enough, anything can happen" Cami speaks from experience, after her fail during her first contest, she learned that sometimes you just fail. "Don't say that! Believe in him! What kind of person would say that? You're so negative" Serena snaps back at Cami. Somehow, no one noticed Serena being mean to Cami except for Polly.
"Can you get up, Pikachu?" Ash asks if Pikachu can continue. "This ice battlefield is my studio! I'm the photographer and I call the shots. Surskit, Signal Beam!" Viola says to Surskit. "Now, Pikachu!" Pikachu holds it's tail down onto the ice field, breaking some of the ice. "That's the thing Ash wouldn't tell us about. How he was going to deal with the ice battlefield" Clement explains. "Way to go! Now, use Thunderbolt!" Signal beam and thunderbolt collide, but thunderbolt overpowers the signal beam, hitting surskit! Surskit falls back, stunned from that super affective thunderbolt. "Surskit is unable to battle. Pikachu wins!" The referee announces. "We did it!" Ash and Pikachu celebrate the victory, only one Pokémon left!
Bonnie, Serena and Cami cheer for Ash and Pikachu. "Who knew Pikachu would plant its tail to stay balanced" Says Alexa, impressed. Viola calls back Surskit, "Surskit, that was excellent. Now get a good rest." Ash decides to call back Pikachu as well "Pikachu, return!" Pikachu goes to Ash's side. "What? You're done battling with Pikachu?" Viola questions Ash. "Fletchling wants a chance for a rematch against Vivillon too. Fletchling, I choose you" Fletchling appears, ready for a rematch against vivillon. "Picture perfect. Let's do this, Vivillon!" Out comes Vivillon.
"They won't have to worry about Sticky Web this time" Bonnie states. "And Ash can thank Pikachu for that" Serena says, smiling at Bonnie. "They also have a great counter for Gust! This's not yesterday's battle for sure" Clement proudly says. "Go Ash and Fletchling!" Cami cheers out, Polly dancing and cheering along. "Alright, Fletchling, Steel wing, let's go!" Fletchling gets close to Vivillon and is about to use steel wing, when Viola gives Vivillon her command. "Use Psychic!" Vivillon stops Fletchling and flies it around in a circle with psychic. Fletchling is thrown to the ground. "Fletchling! No! Be strong! Now, get up!" Fletchling pushes itself up. "Great, Fletchling! Steel wing!" Fletchling flies up and hits Vivillon with steel wing, damaging Vivillon. "Way to go! Now, use Peck!" "Dodge it, quick!"
Vivillon dodges the Peck. "Alright! Use Gust!" Gust goes to Fletchling, hitting Fletchling. "Remember our training, Fletchling!" Ash tells Fletchling, Pikachu encouraging his friend too. Putting in the effort, Fletchling is gliding in the Gust. "Great, Fletchling, ride it!" Clement says. "Yeah, you can do it!" "Yay!" "You're doing great!" The girls say. "Fletchling, use Razor wind, now!" Fletchling uses Razor wind and spins. "Vivillon, sleep powder!" Vivillon blows the sleep powder over to Fletchling, Razor wind hits Vivillon in the process. Fletchling falls asleep and starts to fall. "Fletchling, wake up!" Ash tries to wake up his Pokémon. "I had no idea Vivillon could use Sleep Powder" Clement says.
"Excellent! Picture perfect! Vivillon, Solar Beam!" Vivillon uses Solar beam, that hits the asleep Fletchling. "Oh, no! Fletchling!" Ash yells. Fletchling hits the battlefield, stunned. "Fletchling is unable to battle! Vivillon wins!" The referee announces. "Aw. Poor Fletchling lost" Bonnie says sadly. "There's no way my sister would let Ash win without a real fight" Alexa tells everyone. "Ash will be ok, Pikachu will beat Vivillon, I'm sure" Cami says, hoping Ash will finally get the badge. Ash calls back Fletchling, "Good job, you battled hard, Fletchling so get lots of rest. I'm gonna need you to get back in there, Pikachu." Pikachu's ready to win.
"Now, Vivillon, use Gust!" Gust blows at Pikachu, who's trying to hang onto the ice battlefield. "Hang tough, Pikachu! You can stay on your feet" Ash says to his partner. Pikachu is struggling from the gust. "Pikachu's still feeling the effects of the battle with Surskit. If this drags on, it could be at a real disadvantage" Says Clement. "Pikachu can't beat my Vivillon in that state. I'm afraid you're gonna have to wait longer for your badge" Viola states, confident in her Vivillon. "Yeah, well, there's no way we're giving up! That's not what we're about! We'll keep battling right up until the very end!" Ash isn't ready to give up. "I admire your persistence. But this is the end. Gust, one more time!"
"Pikachu! Iron tail, let's go!" Pikachu uses it's iron tail to stand on the ice battlefield! "It's using Iron Tail!" "Another great way to stay put" Clement and Serena say. "Pikachu is so cool!" Bonnie says. "It's like a move you'd see in a contest!" The strategy reminds Cami of a move you'd see during a contest battle. "Pretty clever. But you just made it even easier for me to focus. Vivillon, use Solar Beam!" "Pikachu, use Thunderbolt!" The thunderbolt counters Solar beam. "Vivillon, Sleep Powder!" Pikachu tries to get away from the powder but fails, falling asleep. "So, here we are. It's my chance to take a great last picture" Says Viola. "Let's finish this up, Solar Beam!"
"Pikachu! Wake up!" Ash doesn't know what to do, then he remembers something from yesterday. 'Just be careful that Foongus doesn't accidentally use an attack on himself or Bonnie'. "Ah! Pikachu! Use Electro ball on yourself!" Pikachu uses Electro ball on itself, making the sleep powder disappear. "It neutralized Sleep powder with an electric type move on itself" Clement says. "That's so very, very Ash" Alexa says and chuckles. "Vivillon, Solar Beam!" "We're all with you, so put everyone into this move! Use electro ball!" The electro ball hits Solar beam, the electro ball goes towards Vivillon. It hurts Vivillon badly, making it fly differently.
"Come on, Vivillon, be strong!" Viola tells her Pokemon. "Vivillon's flying kind of weird all of a sudden" Bonnie notices. "Look at its wing. It's covered with ice" Clement points out. "No. How can this be?" Viola says, knowing what's going to happen. "Pikachu! Now, use Thunderbolt!" The thunderbolt hits Vivillon. "Vivillon, no!" Vivillon is down. "Vivillon is unable to battle! Pikachu wins, which means the winner of the match is Ash!" The referee declares the battle to be over. "Alright!" Ash says, Pikachu running up to him, being excited about winning. "We did it, Pikachu!" Ash hugs Pikachu. His friends come to congratulate him. "Ash!" "Ash, that was amazing!" "Happy, happy Bonnie! Way to go, Ash. You were great!" "Looks like that training paid off! You definitely earned that win" His four friends give praise.
"Hey, thanks. And I couldn't have done it without help from you guys. Especially you, Cami." Cami is confused. "Huh? Did I do something?" "I remembered what you said about foongus accidentally attacking itself and that's how I got the idea of Pikachu to attack itself! And of course Polly cheered us all on." Cami didn't realize that's how Ash came up with the idea. "Thanks, but I don't think I had anything to do with it. If anything, it was Foongus and Polly who helped" Cami said and laughed. "This victory doesn't just belong to me. It's all of ours!" Ash tells everyone. "Ash?" Viola calls out to Ash. "Hey, Viola." "Congratulations, this is to prove you win your Gym battle against me. The bug badge" Viola says, the referee hands Ash the bug badge. "Thanks so much! Alright! I just got the Bug Badge!" Ash puts the badge into his badge case where it will be safe.
"There are some things you can only see when looking through a camera's viewfinder. And things you'll only see clearly by living together with Pokémon, keep strengthening the bonds you share with your Pokémon and good luck!" Viola tells the group as they are about to leave. "Ash, I imagine you're heading to your next Pokémon Gym battle. In that case, how about the Gym in Cyllage city?" Alexa suggests to Ash. "Cyllage City Gym? That sounds great" Ash says, his new plan to head to Cyllage city. Helioptile jumps over to Ash, "You take care, Helioptile" Ash and Pikachu say goodbye to Helioptile. "Ok,then, we're gonna head out" Clement tells Alexa and Viola. The rest of the group bid their goodbyes.
Ash turns around to look at Serena, asking "So Serena, where are you headed off to from here?"
AN: another chapter done. Thanks for reading..well if you did read it that is XD. I apologize for any spelling errors I may have made. If you have any questions regarding this chapter or any other chapter, please don't hesitate to ask!
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Trolls fanfiction: “Light Blue Sky, Pink Bright Flower” [5/5]
I finished it. I finished it! Man, this was a VERY LONG chapter, but I did it! :D Well, as you can see this is the last chapter of this story, I hope you liked it. From now on, I’ll work on Caged Hearts (I’m writing the next chapter in these days) and on another fic based on an AU (not mine, I’ll tell you when the first chapter is ready).
Little note: I accept requests from now on, if you’d like (Fluff, Angst, Smut, Romance, Adventure, everything!) and if you enjoy my writing, I would be happy to accept your requests (to “train” my English and have fun). But hey, if you don’t wanna, I guess I’ll focus just on those two fics! Bye, and enjoy this last chapter!
Warning: Smut in this chapter (r18)!
[Chapter 5]:
Darkness. Pain. Noises. Strange odors. Cold. All those annoying and unpleasant things greeted Branch when he woke up from what he believed was just an horrible, neverending nightmare. “What happened...? Where am I...?” he thought with effort, rubbing his sweaty forehead with an hand, not feeling really well. “Ugh... I feel sick... I-I need to get a towel, a bucket or something like that.”.
But when he tried to get up from a strange and not-very-comfortable bed, a sharp pain in his waist made him growl loudly and lay down again, in pain. “Ouch, that hurt like hell!” he whined softly, looking at his now exposed, grey chest and seeing... “What!?”.
A scar. A big, red and fragmentary scar on his injured and aching hip. The survivalist, lost and confused, weakly looked around, trying to stay awake: gurneys, beds, medicines, bandages, sterilized items, a couple of nurses... “The infirmary, of course. They must have taken me here after the fight against that giant mantis. But... where are the others? Are the kids ok? Are the Trolls ok? Is Poppy ok-”.
“Branch...? Branch! Oh, thanks goodness, you're awake!” a familiar, secretly loved, yelling and happy female voice interrupted his worried thoughts, and a warm hand caressed his bigger one. Poppy was there, right next to him, with a very tired face and dark circles around her bright pink eyes. She was visibly tired. “Doctor! He's awake, come here!”.
“Yes, yes, I see that Princess Poppy. But please, please, keep it down! There are other patients here, and they need to rest too, just like your friend.” a serious and professional Troll walked next to the royal and loud girl, looking at Branch with illegible but kind eyes. “Hello Mr. Branch, I am the doctor who operated you. How are you feeling today?”.
“I... I'm pretty fine, I guess. I'm lucky to be alive, aren't I?” the grey boy replied, trying to look smug and cool, sitting on the bed and groaning out his frustration. “Ok, maybe I'm not totally fine: my hip hurts. A lot.”.
“Well, that's perfectly understandable, sir. The cut was very deep and yes, you're lucky, very lucky to be alive. But no need to worry, your life is safe now.” the doctor smiled, checking the fresh wound and the guy's body with a stethoscope, hearing his slow heartbeat. “Very good, very good, all normal. I'll give you a medicine, to ease the pain a little. Two times a day, after breakfast and after dinner.” he said, placing a vial full of pills on a night table. “Now lay down and rest, I'll see you again tomorrow morning at dawn.”.
“Wait, could I go to my bunker, instead? I'm feeling great, I just wanna go home now.” Branch asked with his grumpy tone, hopeful, shifting between the blankets and pillows. “Let me go, already... I need to collect more sticks and leaves for the winter, clean up my house, wash my clothes, have a shower and eat something because I'm starving...”.
“Absolutely not! You need to stay here for at least five days. You are very debilitate now, and going out in this condition is far too dangerous.” the expert refused, shaking his head and forcing Branch down again. “But the day after tomorrow you can try to stand and walk, with someone's help, of course. I'll ask the nurses.”.
“I'll help him, I wanna do it!” Poppy guaranteed with a little and excited sound, looking a bit childish, fixing her messy pink hair and yawing. “Yawn... I mean, can I?”.
“You can, Princess Poppy. But be very careful.” the doctor nodded, giving her his permission. “You should rest too, go home and get some sleep. You've been here for two days, never resting or stopping, and as you see your friend's fine now.”.
“Nah doc, I'll just sleep here, on the mattress you gave me. I deeply care about my subjects, no Troll left behind.” the royal female grinned with limitless energy, sitting on a poor, uncomfortable pallet and putting her pink and green pj on, covering herself with a blanket. “Thanks for everything doctor, and goodnight.”.
“Fine, but don't tire youself too much. Goodnigh Princess, goodnight Mr. Branch.” the man simply said, then he walked away, willing to take care of his other patients.
“You stayed here with me while I was sleeping, night and day, Poppy. Why?” Branch asked after a few moments of silence, looking at his Princess with incredulous blue eyes. “I mean, for two entire days? Without resting or stopping?”.
“Yeah, pretty sure I did. I do not look great right now, do I?” Poppy smiled with fatigue and exhaustion, rubbing her throbbing temples and sighing softly, her teary orbs semi-closed. “But don't mind me. And Branch, why are you asking me this? I care about you! After the surgery you... well, you didn't wake up. The doctor and I were afraid you were in coma, and he said you wouldn't wake up. I... was scared to lose you, to lose a subject that became a hero to everyone. You almost gave your life to save those children, and I'll never, never forget this. That's why I stayed.”.
“... I'm not a hero. I did what was right.” the survivalist said weakly, gripping the Princess' smaller hand a little tighter, touched by her sweet and caring words. “But you should keep the kids away from the forest. It's far too dangerous. I'll set traps this winter, to push away the predators. But I can't do all the job, you know.”.
“We'll be more careful from now on, I promise. I had a discussion with my dad about this, and we'll take action as soon as possible.” the pink female assured, laying down on her “bed” and smiling for the last time, too tired to keep speaking. “Now let's sleep a little, tomorrow will be a very long day for both of us.”.
“Yeah, we should, you're right.” the grey male agreed, covering himself with his blanket and laying his heavy head down, on the pillows. “And Poppy, thanks again. I really appreciated what you did for me.”.
The royal and always happy Troll, with her beautiful and bright eyes shut and before finally falling asleep, replied with a soft tone: “Don't mention it, Branch. Goodnight.”.
…
“Woah, woah, woah! Easy there, and don't even think about running!”; two days after that night, Branch was driving the Princess crazy, trying to stand up too quickly or to walk around the infiermery for too long. “Branch! Sit down for a moment and breathe, you're gonna tire yourself too much! Your wound is still fresh, stay still for a moment!”.
“I told you, I feel great! I just wanna move my legs a little, preferable without those bothering crutches. I can do it, trust me.” the proud survivalist told her, crossing his strong arms and refusing her advices. “I know my body better than you do.”.
“No, you can't. And now use those crutches, or I'll make you!” Poppy threatened the grey and dull male, helping him and supporting his hefty form with her arms. “Ugh... and Branch, you really should start dieting. You're crushing me with your fat belly!” she joked then, chuckling and snickering loudly.
“Umpf! It's not fat, it's muscle. You should train your body and hair, instead!” Branch defended himself, grumpy and offended, looking away and pouting. “I'm not fat.”.
“Pff, muscle, sure, sure.” the royal girl rolled her pink eyes, amused and resigned, breathing the fresh, morning air and smelling the flowers. “Ahh, I love playing outside in the grass! When you'll be able to run and stand by your own, come and play with me and the others! It's very fun, and the kids you saved will be there with us, too!”.
“No, Poppy. I'll pass, thank you.” he refused right away, shaking his head and huffing, a little weary. “This accident was enough, I almost died, so no playing outside and risking my life for me.”.
“Oh okay, if you don't want to I understand. After all you risked a lot, indeed.” Poppy replied, deep in thought, focusing on a colorful butterfly that was flying right in front of them. She smiled after a few seconds, following the insect's movements with her excited eyes: ��But don't think I'll give up on you! Next time, maybe...”.
…
Four days after the delicate surgery, Branch had an unexpected and rather unpleasant surprise: a visit. Their visit. “Mr. Branch, mr. Branch!”.
“Oh, no. Poppy, tell me you didn't invite them.” Branch pleaded, shocked, looking at his spiteful and satisfied companion with praying light blue eyes. “Please, I'll do anything, just please-”.
“Ok kids, let's give a big hug to our beloved Branch! But be careful, he has a big scar on his hip now, go easy!” the Princess proposed, letting her noisy and curious class in. “And hush, keep it down, there are some other patients and they all need to rest!”.
“Hello mr. Branch! How are you?” a little, orange and green girl asked with a sweet voice, crawling on the survivalist's bed and sitting right next to him. “Did it hurt when the mantis hit you? Were you scared?”.
“Oh, oh, mr. Branch, Princess Poppy told us you have a big scar on your belly! Can I see it? Can I touch it?” a yellow and red boy begged, jumping happily and excitedly in front of the grey male.
“Thanks for saving me from that giant monster, mr. Branch! You are my hero!” the little girl he saved jumped on his lap, hugging him tightly. “When I grow up, I wanna be brave and strong, just like you!”.
“Poppy, please, help me... take them back, you know I hate kids!” Branch whined softly, trembling and seeing annoying and nosy children running and screaming everywhere. “You're doing this on pourpose! They surrounded me, please, control your class... Poppy, I'm begging you!”.
“Eheh, sorry Branch, not this time.” Poppy just laughed, swinging her elengant hips jokingly and shrugging her smaller shoulders. “I see that you guys are having a lot of fun together! Well, now I really need to go, I'll be back in an hour or so. Have fun in the meanwhile, Branch!” the royal girl said goodbye to everyone, exiting the infiermery and jumping happily outside.
“Poppy, no! Get back here, right now! This is not funny! Poppy, I know you can hear me, so get back! Poppy! Poppy! POPPY!!! HEEEEEELP!!!”.
…
“Well mr. Branch, I'm really glad to say that you are fully recovered and ready to go home.” the doctor smiled warmly, offering his gentle and kind hand to the survivalist, who had a strange and unusual smile on his grey face. “Just remember: don't run, don't tire yourself too much, take your medicine, drink a lot of water and eat healty food. Oh, and you should start dieting: you're overweight, so try to eat less meat and more vegetables.”.
“PFFF!” Poppy snickered loudly, covering her mouth with and arm to contain her increasing laughing. “PFFF... Told you it was fat, Branch.” she whispered in the tough male's pointy ear.
“Umpf...” the dull and boring Troll growled out loud, ignoring her stupid comments and shaking the expert's hand. “Thank you very much doctor, I... will take care of myself.”.
“I know you will, or at least I hope you will. Well, have a nice day... or evening, both of you.” the professional man said, nodding, turning his back and heading towards an injured Troll. “Bye.”.
“... Eh, I guess it's over, you can finally return to you hidden bunker, safe and sound and free as the wind!” Poppy shouted after a moment of silence, punching Branch's right shoulder with energy and content. “It wasn't so bad, was it?”.
“I survived, I can't say that I liked it... especially the kid's part. That was a nightmare, I couldn't sleep or even breathe because of you and them.” the grey and dull boy replied without emotion, rubbing his now slightly aching shoulder. “And control your energy! You punched me.”.
“Aaaanyway, I need to ask you something.” the Princess suddenly became serious, strangely serious, and that worried Branch a little. “Come with me, to my pod. I think we need to... talk. About that night. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about.”.
“Y-yes. I think I know what you're talking about, and this time you're right.” the survivalist blushed heavily and sighed, remembering what happened between them just a few nights before, rubbing his sweaty nape and neck. “We need to talk.”.
…
“T-to talk, uh? Well, that's an interesting way t-to have a chat.” the grey survivalist moaned, now fully naked and looking at the girl seated on his lap with lust and desire. “You are a liar, Princess of the Trolls. And a greedy person, shame on you.”.
“I didn't lie, I really wanted to talk! It happened and, in my defense, you are loving it.” she licked the back of his ears slowly, savouring the moment and his strong smell, then she started to gently grind against the male's crotch, willing to start their intercouse. “Less talking, more action.”.
“Ehh, just wait a second, Poppy.” Branch gently stopped her, holding his own, injured hip as he sat down on the bed, right in front of her naked and beautiful female body. “You know, having a fresh wound doesn't help me, it still hurts a bit. We need to find a good position that allows me to... uh, how can I say that...? You know, thrust without damaging my hip more.”.
“Oh, yes, yes, of course. I get it, we'll be very careful in that case, no worries.” Poppy just smiled with a lot of self-confidence, looking at the red scar with slight sadness and concern in her bright eyes. She used her right index finger to caress its lenght with consideration, sighing as she did so. “What if I ride you? Would that be okay?”.
“No. I don't think so, you'd crush me or you'd scrape your thighs against the wound, I don't wanna risk. Also, I don't think missionary could work, my pelvis is not strong enough right now.” the grey Troll shook his head, thinking about it with attention and rubbing his chin. Suddenly, an interesting idea came to his sly and always-prepared mind. “I've got an idea, I'm sure it will work. Have you ever heard about spooning?” he asked then, blushing a lot and looking away, too embarrassed.
“Umh, no. Not really, but it seems intriguing.” the excited Princess answered sincerely, rubbing her sweaty nape and neck. Her delicate form was shiny right now, her hot and intoxicating sweat covered her fluffy skin and her body was aching with anticipation and need. “What is it?”.
“Well... It's a sexual position, I read it's very good for a slow and caring round.” the survivalist explained professionally, his ears droopy and his expression embarassed and kinda uncomfortable. What an awkward situation, man... The boy cleared his throat before speaking again: “You... you should lie on one side with knees bent while I lie with my front pressed against your back: that way I could thrust slowly and kindly inside of you, and I could also stimulate your breasts and clit with ease, and... well, we could even cuddle during the whole process, if you'd like.”.
Princess Poppy remained silent for a few seconds, seeming a bit stunned by the informations, then she smiled widely and hugged her partner tightly, happy and content. “Yes Branch, totally! Why are you asking!? Come on, I love to cuddle!” she nodded with great joy, caressing his tough and muscular body with her soft and skilled hands. “Very well, we have a deal and a perfect plan! So, shall we? I'm more than ready down there.” she proposed, laying on the soft bed and lifting one leg with grace, showing him her most intimate and wet part, tempting him with a lustful grin. “Come on, inside of me! I... I can't wait much longer, please...”.
Branch licked his dry lips and joined the excited future Queen in a blink, spooning her and taking hold of his hard member, getting it in position and rubbing it against her moist slit for a moment, making her mewl and moan against his chest. Gorgeous. Then, with a fast and maybe too rough movement of his hips, he sank into her warmth completely.
“Ow! That hurt!” Poppy groaned loudly with her pink eyes open wide and teary, feeling a shock of pain in her groin area (and especially in her now very sensitive womanhood), and she kicked the survivalist's legs on instinct, trying to push him away. “B-Branch, ouch! Easy there, not so fast! You hurt me, be a bit more gentle!”.
“Oh gosh Poppy, I'm so sorry! Sorry, sorry, I should have had more control over my body! I didn't mean this.” he immediately apologized, pulling out just a little and nuzzling her neck and cheeks in a kind and worried way, sometimes kissing them. “Did I hurt you that bad? Do you want me to stop? I can pull out if you need me to.”.
“No, no, no, everything is ok. That doesn't even hurt anymore, don't worry, probably I was just scared or tense.” the royal Princess reassured the grey and grumpy Troll, sighing and tilting her head back to look the boy in his light blue eyes. “You know, it's just... that took me by surprise and you're well-endowed down there, so please, please, go a little bit slower...” Poppy requested with a comforting wink, pushing her pelvis against the survivalist's, taking him inside herself one more time at a lazy pace and with an high but muffled moan. “There you go, see? I'm totally fine. Now you can start to thrust and move, if you want.”.
“No, I'll let you adjust, you need to. And I also want to make it up to you, in the meanwhile.” Branch replied with an alluring whisper, getting closer to the Princess' warm form and using one hand to brush her wet and slightly hairy female opening, searching for her sensitive and hidden nub. “This will help you.” the young male added, kissing her cheek softly and starting to draw circles around her now visible clit, sometimes thrusting towards it with his soaked fingers.
“Y-yes... Branch, faster with your h-hand...” the royal and always happy girl lifted her slim leg more, exposing herself without modesty or decorum (what a Princess, the dark guy thought...), moaning loudly and grinding her slim hips against the very welcomed touch, with her eyes shut and a very satisfied smile on her face. “C-come on, what are you waiting for!? Thrust already! I'm ready, just start moving!”.
The dull and pretty injured survivalist rolled his light blue orbs and just smiled and laughed inside: unbeliavable, she really was a greedy one! “Eager tonight, aren't you? Shouldn't you be a calm and restrained Princess, all cupcakes and rainbows?”.
“Not with t-the entertaining things, like singing, hugging and dancing.” Poppy replied with a loud huff and a low groan, licking her lips and resting her head against her partner's fluffy chest. “And I am enjoying this so, so much. And I would enjoy this even more if you just gave me some action right now, please. You're moving like a glacier.”.
“Alright, alright, jeez you won! You're so impatient....” Branch snuggled against her nape, licking it to taste her strong smell, and caressed her slender belly with his other, callous and bigger hand, positioning himself in a more comfortable spot, between the pink and blue pillows. “... as always, after all.” he concluded, grinning, thrusting himself deeper inside of her warmth with a growl and then, after a few seconds, he started to kindly move, rocking his aching pelvis as she requested.
“Mhh finally, a-about time...” the Princess rejoiced, instantaneously gripping the male's grey and muscular arm tightly, to support herself and trying to suppress her increasing moans of pleasure. Branch's underground bunker was isolated and soundproof, there you could make all the noises you wanted, but her elegant, pink pod was in the middle of the tree, right next to her father's, so they had to be very, very quiet and fast this time. “That's what I was talking about, B-Branch. D-don't stop!”.
“I'm not g-gonna stop, don't worry. Just relax.” he reassured the pink female, cuddling her thorax, waist, forearms and thighs with great care, love and affection, caressing every inch of her soft, perfect and scented skin under his incredibly gentle touch. The survivalist suddenly felt her writhing in his arms, a pair of beautiful pink eyes locked into his light blue ones: then, without any type of forewarn, he felt the Princess' sweet lips pressed against his, to steal a tender, long and grateful kiss.
“How could you do this!? Have you lost your mind, with Branch? Poppy, why are you always trying to help him? He's never gonna change! Why can't you see that?” in Poppy's blurred mind Satin and Chenille's harsh words echoed, assertive and cold. Her friends sharp and surprised gazes paralized her form, judging her silently. “Did you give him your consent? Or... gosh, did he rape you, sweetie!?”.
“Rape me!? No! I was consenting guys, he did not hurt me!” the Princess shook her head with firmness and fear, defending the grey and dark survivalist while moving backwards, stressed. “Branch would never do that! And he's not as bad as you all think. Maybe last night was a mistake, I admit it. A terrible, unforgivable mistake that I can't justify. But he's not bad at all, if you just tried to know him-!”.
“You slept with that... that mad freak! I can't believe this, I can't believe you!” Chenille opened her charming and violet eyes wide, disgusted and horrified. “Pff! I bet he behaved like a savage animal during the night, didn't he? Gross, look at that neck bite he gave you... and those livids and hickeys! Oh Poppy, you poor thing, let's just forget this, we'll keep him far away from you, he won't hurt you again.”.
“Yeah, we'll keep you safe. He won't bother you, I promise.” Guy Diamond patted the Princess' back gently, trying to comfort her. “Or Smidge will punch him right in his big nose!”.
“Yeah, of course! In the nose, in the face, everywhere you want!” the little but really strong yellow Troll happily agreed, cracking her knuckles, looking scary and intimidating to everyone. “You bet, I'll make him regret the day he was born!”.
“Guys, you're not listening to me! You just need to know him a bit more, that's all, and you'll find out-” Poppy tried to say to them, a bit broken and sad because of their careless words and selfish promises (after all, they wanted to exclude Branch without even speaking to him or trying to clarify the situation), but without success: her friends started to walk away, yelling “Come on, Poppy! Let's just forget this and let's go dancing with the others, you'll feel better!” really loudly. “... You'll find out he's a great and sweet Troll...” the pink royal Princess whispered and sighed, sitting on the wet and cold grass, looking down.
“... Poppy.” a familiar and sympathetic voice called the distracted female, alerting her. It was Suki. “I've listened to you, unlike the others. And I have one question for you.” the talented dj told her with a small smile, sitting with her on the ground. “Did you enjoy it?”.
“Excuse me!? Are you asking me if I liked it?” the always-happy girl blushed visibly, literally jumping in the air and sweating, rubbing her nape. “W-why are you asking me this? It's embarassing and private!”.
“Ahah! It's not a stupid question, just a bit nosy! And sorry, but I really want to know and I think you owe me an explanation.” the red Troll laughed, trying to calm her agitated friend with a kind tone and a grin. “Even if I think your reaction it's the answer I was looking for, I wanna hear the sincere answer from your lips: did you enjoy having sex with Branch? You can trust me, it's ok, I won't tell anyone. Especially your father or Creek.”.
“... I know I can trust you, my friend. And it's true, I owe you an explanation. The answer is yes. Yes, I did enjoy that, I can't deny it. And I don't regret what we did.” Poppy admitted, still a little embarassed, sitting next to her silent and pensive friend once again. The musician didn't say anything, she just looked around and furrowed her eyebrows. “... Ooook, this is getting kinda awkward, Suki. Why aren't you speaking? Did I say something wrong? Didn't you expect this kind of answer?”.
“Oh, no, no, no, it's nothing important. I just...” Suki merrily shrugged her shoulders, chuckling and looking at the Princess with her magenta orbs, full off care for her royal best friend. “I just noticed the light in your eyes when you were talking about him. You're my best friend, and I know you. And I also know that look, Poppy.” the dj conclued, standing up and stretching her numb muscles lazily, groaning a little. “Well, we better join our group now, or they'll worry. Are you coming?”.
“Y-yeah, of course, I'm coming.” the royal female nodded quickly, confused and lost, walking towards her good friend in a blink, still thinking about their earlier discourse. The light in her eyes. That look. What was Suki talking about?
Her memories were abruptly interrupted by a pretty strong movement of Branch's hips, that made her mewl and grip the clean sheets in her smaller hands. “B-Branch, I'm very close, g-go faster!” the pink girl informed her “busy” partner, panting and trying to hold her climax in, just for a few moments. “I-I'm gonna-... I'm gonna-...!” Poppy moaned louder this time, shutting her tired and teary eyes and rocking her pelvis back instinctively, meeting Branch halfway and taking him deeper.
“Do it, and d-don't try to hold back.” the grey survivalist whispered, kissing her right temple and feeling her legs shaking against his now scarred waist: she was clearly ready, and he was ready as well. “C-coming!” he finally said, giving the last, strong and passionate pushes with his hard organ, feeling his high rapidly approaching.
When she reached her yearned peak, the Princess felt her damp, inner walls contracting around the male's dripping manhood and an intense shot of pleasure burning and consuming her excited body, travelling up and down her arching back. Her muffled screams were in harmony with her partner's, and she felt her soft, pink hair wrapping around Branch's shorter and black one in an intimate and tight grip, as they didn't want to let go.
That feeble orgasm was absolutely NOTHING compared to their previous ones, but the two Trolls loved it just as much, and maybe even more: in that moment, when their lips met after their carnal union, they felt close to each other. Really close. Not because the grey male was still inside the Princess' body, not because she could perceive his hot and sticky semen warming her and making her shiver with content, but because their minds were connected and their eyes locked. “I love you.” they seemed to say to each other, but they never knew for sure, and just treasured that moment in their hearts.
Poppy didn't know what was going to happen after that episode, she didn't know what to expect from him and she didn't want to know. It was fine like this. It was totally fine for the Princess.
She just looked into his semi-closed orbs for inteminable moments, and her lips curled into a wide but soft smile when he didn't look away. Pink and Blue melted together, the time seemed frozen as they stared at each other, silently and intensely.
Yes, they were connected, they could feel that, they were trying to reach for each other.
Just like a Pink Bright Flower smiles and grows to reach its beloved Light Blue Sky.
THE END
1- Plot and Foreplay; [Done!]
2- Pure Smut; [Done!]
3- Foreplay, Smut and Plot; [Done!]
4- Main Plot;[Done!]
5- Plot, Smut and Ending. [Done!]
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