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EVERYONE: catz's drabbles & ficlets

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    • Sabrina tended to enjoy the smaller things in life.

    She assumed it came with her psychic abilities, but after meeting Erika, she had a feeling it was her influence.

    Now that they were together, Sabrina brightened up at Erika’s small gestures: gently stroking her hair when they’re on the couch together, her pet names like “rose” and “blossom”, or the gentle blush overcoming her fair skin when she gets flustered. Even the more sincere moments, like her soft hugs and kisses, made her heart skip a beat each time.

    And to be honest, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
     
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    • Physical Affection
    • wasn't too confident about this one in all honesty, I'm just not sure why. Probably me just second guessing myself, but either way, I thought I may as well share it regardless.

    Bea wasn't one to show affection often. It wasn't that she didn't want to, she just didn't know how. She'd express gratitude in simple ways, like a handshake or a positive compliment, but anything beyond that was a gray area to her; it was a little frustrating.

    But something changed when Allister found his way into her life; it was like a switch had been flipped. She would shower him with small praises every day, cuddle with him whenever they were together, all to make him feel special and loved.

    That's truly what being a good girlfriend meant to her.
     
    • Sleeping Positions
    • Another one I was a little less confident about, but to be fair, this is my first time writing Iono x Rika stuff so I'm bound to be a little nervous about how it would turn out. Regardless, enjoy.

    Sleeping with Iono always seemed like a daunting task, at least to Rika. If she couldn't make it to bed before her, chances are Iono would already be there, sprawled across the bed, obnoxiously taking up the entire space. What seemed like a simple fix was so difficult to Rika because she could never bring herself to do it.

    She always looked so peaceful, a stark contrast from her hyperactive streaming persona, and she couldn't blame her; keeping up that facade must be draining by the time it's over. She leaned down and gently kissed her forehead.

    "Sweet dreams, Nanjyamo."
     
    • Scraps #1 - Bad Mood & Tiredness
    • Two scraps I wasn't exactly happy with upon finishing 'em. I'll probably redo them later, but we'll see.


    Marnie was in a bad mood again. She sat on the edge of her bed with a scowl, Gloria sat next to her.

    "Why the hell am I so useless?"

    "You aren't useless, Mar."

    "I always mess things up."

    "Mistakes happen."

    "Well I seem to make them pretty often."

    "Name two times."

    "Well, there was that time when you… when I…"

    Marnie looked away with a small breath.

    "Well…?"

    "Y-You know!"

    "Whatever it is, it doesn't matter. I just want to see a smile on your face."

    Marnie smiled, blushing slightly.

    "I just can't stay mad at you, can I?"


    Bugsy was falling asleep again.

    He was having trouble trying to focus on what Whitney was saying to him, her voice just as hazy as his vision. He blinked a few times, attempting and failing to steady himself.

    “Bugsy? Bugsy, can you hear me?”

    Whitney’s voice was starting to become clearer as her hands gently rested on his shoulder.

    “Whitney…? I-I’m sorry, I–”

    She put a finger to his lips gently, bringing him a little closer. Her hands then moved around him in a gentle hug.

    “Don’t apologize. You know I love talking to you, Bugsy, but you need sleep.”
     
    • Paint Chip Experimentation
    • Experimented with using paint chips as writing inspiration, the chosen color being called Island Flower.

    Mallow was always fascinated by the flowers dotting Akala Island’s Lush Jungle. The uniquely patterned and colored plants created a flourishing euphoria of shades and hues under the warm bathing light of the tropical Alolan sun.

    But today, a special one caught her eye.

    It wasn’t a very big flower, about the size of one of her fingers, but it managed to hold so much beauty within itself. It was a deep midnight blue, the shade lightening slightly as it reached the end of the broad petals. Mallow smiled.

    It reminded her of the ocean. It reminded her of Lana.
     
    • Unnoticed
    • CW - MENTIONS/IMPLICATIONS OF SUICIDE & SUICIDAL THOUGHS

    Oh boy, this is a first. Ive never actually wrote something where the character is depressed or having suicidal thoughts, so this is a first; bear with me on this one-

    Also this may be a little longer than usual, but I wanted to try something a bit different. Hope you enjoy! ^^

    Silver felt alone again. And being alone made him think, but not in a very good way.

    Did anyone even care about him? Did he lower his guard, give up his trust, for nothing? Was everyone he now considered friends only putting up a facade to make him happy? When he was within something as simple as a conversation among others, he felt left out, as if he was wedging his way in unnaturally. He stood and watched in the sidelines as people around him seemed to fit together like pieces to a puzzle without issue, getting along at first sight. Was he jealous? He wasn’t sure, honestly that was probably the case, but he didn't care. He clenched his fists in frustration.

    He didn't want to care, but the feeling was just too hard to ignore.

    Well, fine, he didn’t need them. He didn’t need himself. Maybe it would just be better if he didn’t exist. Time wouldn't stop, the world wouldn't end.

    He'd just be another in the sea of regretful souls in an eternal darkness.
     
    • sugarandspiceshipping jumpscare
    • woah I actually got something done !! Here's a short little thing sugarandspiceshipping related (shoutout to @beryllium for introducing me to my new addiction this amazing ship, and kind of beta reading this one?)

    “Ok, here we are. You can open your eyes now.”

    Guzma obeyed Plumeria’s words and opened his eyes a little, squinting from the sudden light from the morning sun. As his eyes began to adjust, he could make out a small building, with a sign that spelled out Patisserie Soapberry in bold letters. He raised an eyebrow in confusion.

    “A bakery? That’s it?” he asked, a little annoyed it wasn’t anything more interesting.

    “Trust me, Guz, I’ve heard great things about this place. Would it kill ya to just get a donut or something? We’ll be in and out.” Plumeria replied.

    Guzma rolled his eyes.

    “Fine, c’mon.”

    He pushed open the glass doors, a small wind chime jingling a set of notes as it was brushed against itself. The place was sparsely filled with a few people enjoying pastries to themselves or with friends, the ambience soft and slightly inviting. They reached the counter and Guzma’s gaze fell to a small bell that said ‘Please Ring’. Guzma tapped his finger against it a few times, the sound echoing in the air for a moment, drumming his fingers against the countertop.

    “Just a moment!” a voice replied.

    It sounded like a woman’s, strong, but also gentle at the same time. Guzma looked up a little as she finally stepped out from the kitchen. She was tall, around Plumeria’s height, with practically radiating skin, at least to Guzma it was. Her green eyes were filled with nothing but friendliness as she waved gently in the two’s direction.

    “My apologies, I was taking care of a small thing. What can I get for you?”

    “We’re new around here, do you think you could recommend something for us to try?” Plumeria asked her.

    “I see. Well, I can certainly recommend our cinnamon rolls, made fresh every morning! They’re filled with a burst of delicious flavors to make your morning a little sweeter!” she added with a small giggle.

    Plumeria nodded and turned to Guzma.

    “That sounds good. What d’ya think, Guz?”

    Guzma hardly registered what she was saying, his attention dead-set on the woman in front of him. He felt different all of a sudden; it was hard to explain, but it felt kind of good, whatever it was he was feeling. She turned to look at him, the two locking eyes for a split second, and Guzma flinched a little. Was he intimidated? No, that wasn’t it, it was something else…

    “Guzma?”

    Plumeria’s voice snapped him from his entranced thoughts as his surroundings finally came into focus again.
    “Huh?”

    Plumeria furrowed her brows a little in annoyance.

    “Sorry about him. We’ll take two cinnamon rolls, thanks.”

    The woman nodded in response, dismissing her comment with a gentle wave of her hand.

    “It’s no problem! I’ll be right back with your orders; feel free to sit down while you wait!”

    Without another word, she quickly retreated back to the kitchen to begin baking. Plumeria grabbed Guzma by his arm and sat him down on a chair, taking her own spot in a seat across from him.

    “What the hell was that?”

    Guzma nervously scratched the back of his head.

    “Look, sorry Plums, I-I don’t know what happened, It was her. I just… froze or somethin’.”

    “What, you scared of her or somethin’?” Plumeria replied, her smirk indicating the slight teasing tone in her voice.

    “It’s not that! I just don’t know how to explain it.”

    “Do ya like her?”

    Guzma stopped for a moment at her response, actually taking a moment to think about that outcome. Did he like her? He guessed she was pretty nice, but was that enough to say he really liked her? He could say the same about Plumeria, but they were siblings; it was bound to be a lot more platonic between the two.

    Trying to brute force this would be a lot harder than he anticipated.

    “I…”

    He was cut off as two steaming pastries were placed in front of the duo, served by the woman herself. Guzma’s face fell a little as he tried his best to keep himself from staring in her direction instantly.

    “Thanks,” Plumeria said to her.

    She turned to Guzma for a moment before looking back at her.

    “Hey, we never did get your name, did we?”

    “Oh, I suppose you’re right. Silly me! My name is Katy, the owner of this little bakery.”

    Katy. A name fit for an angel.

    “Nice to meet you, Katy. I’m Plumeria, and that’s Guzma.”

    Guzma wasn’t looking, but he could feel Katy facing him once again, and he tried to cover his face a little.

    “H-Hey…” He mumbled, at least trying to say something instead of sitting there like a nervous wreck.

    “It’s so nice to meet you both!” she replied with another warm smile across her perfect face. The sound of the bell at the counter rang suddenly and Katy stood up a little more.

    “Ah, that must be another new customer. I won't waste your time any longer. Enjoy your treats!”

    After she finished her sentence, she quickly scurried back to the front counter to assist the next customer. Guzma watched her leave with a conflicting gaze. Should he have said more, had he not been acting so strangely? They could've struck up conversation or something, anything just to talk to her for a little while longer…

    “Guzma, your food's gonna get cold.” Plumeria said to him, snapping him from his thoughts. “Or is your blushing face enough to reheat it?” She added with a smirk.

    Guzma glared as he tried his best to stop himself from subconsciously blushing harder.

    “Sh-Shut up…” he mumbled, biting into the cinnamon roll.

    The taste immediately soaked into his taste buds, filling his mouth with a sensation of warm sweetness wrapped with a dash of cinnamon. It was incredible, unlike anything he tasted in Alola.

    “Woah, this is great.” He said through another mouthful, scattering crumbs slightly as he spoke.

    Plumeria shrugged, satisfied with the result of their outing.

    “See? I told you you'd like it here. And by the looks of it, you got even more than you expected…”

    “You’re terrible sometimes.” Guzma replied with an unamused roll of his eyes.

    Plumeria chuckled a little, taking a bite of her own pastry.

    “I try.”
     
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