Re: (A bit spoiler-y?) In A Pickle pt. 4
anonymous
November 11 2012, 18:49:48 UTC
(So sorry guys. I thought I could do it in 3 parts but Livejournal wants it in 4 so.)
She immediately winced, and hated herself for it. “That’s not how you do it, stupid!” said her brain.
As for Ralph, the question had caught him off guard. But then, he caught himself stifling back a laugh. Vanellope had an innocent little crush on one of the racers in Sugar Rush! Either that, or another little boy that she had met sometime in the game station. How cute! Still, he wished he would have realized sooner that since she didn’t really have any other adult role models besides him, that he may have had to be the one who would have to give her the birds and the bees talk.
Oh boy. How does one exactly… approach this?
“Gee, uh, I don’t know, I was probably about your age?” he said. Vanellope still couldn’t look him in the eye. She hated herself too much for making this awkward.
“I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to feel this way.” At this point, she pulled her hood over her head, turning redder, and more fearful. There’s no way that he can know. She could lose him! She would have to find a way to get some answers on how to stop this before he could find out it was him. Think fast, Vanellope.
Think fast, Ralph. How was it that Mama explained it now?
“Well, there isn’t anything wrong with how you feel. It’s natural. It just means that you’re…” He stopped, trying to think of the right word, and then spread his fingers out in appropriate fashion. “You’re blossoming.”
“But I wanna stop it!” She finally turned around to look at him, but fixed her glance on her nose rather than looking at him straight in the eye. “He… he’ll think I’m stupid and then he’ll laugh at me and won’t be my friend anymore.”
“If he does that, I will wreck his face. But he won’t, because he will love who you are. Who wouldn’t love you?”
She decided on the first lie that came to her mind.
“It’s Swizzle Malarkey,” she spurted. She did think he was cute, but she did not feel the same kind of affection for him that she did for Ralph. “I’m just afraid that the other racers would make fun of me if they knew I went soft. So yeah. How do I stop? Ralph, I’m really in a pickle here.”
Ralph rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. He really wasn’t the best to ask for this kind of advice since most of the women he had chased in the past were protagonists and decided that a hero/villain relationship just “wouldn’t work.” Let’s see, how should he word this now?
“Well, you don’t have to tell him or anything.”
“Pshhhht, not a chance of that,” she scoffed under her breath.
“No, I mean, you can keep it a secret until you’re ready to tell him, just as long as you don’t forget the most important rule.” She finally looked up and met his gaze.
“What most important rule?”
“Just be yourself. Because who you are matters more than how cool you want him to think you are.” He smiled at her and pulled her into a hug. “Because you are lovable. You are smart and funny and,” he paused a bit for emphasis, “you are a very pretty young girl.”
She could feel the blood coming back to her face, but she chose to ignore it this time. She was pretty! Ralph thought she was pretty! “Really?”
Whatever he said next she did not quite hear. She was busy enjoying the rush of the compliment. It washed over her heart like a wave of warm chocolate, or some kind of carbonated drink that fizzed in the pit of her stomach. She grinned at the thought. And best of all, she got the compliment without even telling him her secret!
“Hey Stinkbrain?” she said finally.
“Hmmm?”
She climbed herself out of the embrace of his hands and got close enough to plant one tiny, sweet kiss on the bone of his cheek. “I love you,” she said.
Though surprised by the swiftness of the motion as well as the fact that she had never done anything like that before, his big ol’ bad heart melted at the warmth. It was innocent- she was only 11, but it felt nice to be someone’s hero. Someone’s friend.
“Hey Stinkybutt, what do you say we go get a root beer float.”
“And a burger,” said Vanellope with a wink. “You can have the stupid stinky pickle!”
Re: (A bit spoiler-y?) In A Pickle pt. 4
anonymous
November 20 2012, 02:47:22 UTC
OP HERE!
And I am flailing like a mad person at how perfect this is! It's everything I was hoping for and then some. You totally capture the crush imagery/feeling so well! I can really imagine that this would be how Vanellope would react to the crush. And the "pretty" compliment part at the end gave ME a sugar rush.
Also, I think this made ME fall in love with Ralph a little bit more. The way you characterized him was amazing.
Re: (A bit spoiler-y?) In A Pickle pt. 4
anonymous
November 20 2012, 06:31:44 UTC
Author!
And just so you know, this is the first fan fiction that I have written in literally YEARS, so your review made ME flail like a mad person! Thank you! Not only am I glad you enjoyed it... but this gave me the confidence to go do some more fills! (I've never been the type to post fic publicly. I'm a bit shy.)
I kind of want to fist-bump you right now. Thank you so much!!!!
She immediately winced, and hated herself for it. “That’s not how you do it, stupid!” said her brain.
As for Ralph, the question had caught him off guard. But then, he caught himself stifling back a laugh. Vanellope had an innocent little crush on one of the racers in Sugar Rush! Either that, or another little boy that she had met sometime in the game station. How cute! Still, he wished he would have realized sooner that since she didn’t really have any other adult role models besides him, that he may have had to be the one who would have to give her the birds and the bees talk.
Oh boy. How does one exactly… approach this?
“Gee, uh, I don’t know, I was probably about your age?” he said. Vanellope still couldn’t look him in the eye. She hated herself too much for making this awkward.
“I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to feel this way.” At this point, she pulled her hood over her head, turning redder, and more fearful. There’s no way that he can know. She could lose him! She would have to find a way to get some answers on how to stop this before he could find out it was him. Think fast, Vanellope.
Think fast, Ralph. How was it that Mama explained it now?
“Well, there isn’t anything wrong with how you feel. It’s natural. It just means that you’re…” He stopped, trying to think of the right word, and then spread his fingers out in appropriate fashion. “You’re blossoming.”
“But I wanna stop it!” She finally turned around to look at him, but fixed her glance on her nose rather than looking at him straight in the eye. “He… he’ll think I’m stupid and then he’ll laugh at me and won’t be my friend anymore.”
“If he does that, I will wreck his face. But he won’t, because he will love who you are. Who wouldn’t love you?”
She decided on the first lie that came to her mind.
“It’s Swizzle Malarkey,” she spurted. She did think he was cute, but she did not feel the same kind of affection for him that she did for Ralph. “I’m just afraid that the other racers would make fun of me if they knew I went soft. So yeah. How do I stop? Ralph, I’m really in a pickle here.”
Ralph rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. He really wasn’t the best to ask for this kind of advice since most of the women he had chased in the past were protagonists and decided that a hero/villain relationship just “wouldn’t work.” Let’s see, how should he word this now?
“Well, you don’t have to tell him or anything.”
“Pshhhht, not a chance of that,” she scoffed under her breath.
“No, I mean, you can keep it a secret until you’re ready to tell him, just as long as you don’t forget the most important rule.” She finally looked up and met his gaze.
“What most important rule?”
“Just be yourself. Because who you are matters more than how cool you want him to think you are.” He smiled at her and pulled her into a hug. “Because you are lovable. You are smart and funny and,” he paused a bit for emphasis, “you are a very pretty young girl.”
She could feel the blood coming back to her face, but she chose to ignore it this time. She was pretty! Ralph thought she was pretty! “Really?”
Whatever he said next she did not quite hear. She was busy enjoying the rush of the compliment. It washed over her heart like a wave of warm chocolate, or some kind of carbonated drink that fizzed in the pit of her stomach. She grinned at the thought. And best of all, she got the compliment without even telling him her secret!
“Hey Stinkbrain?” she said finally.
“Hmmm?”
She climbed herself out of the embrace of his hands and got close enough to plant one tiny, sweet kiss on the bone of his cheek. “I love you,” she said.
Though surprised by the swiftness of the motion as well as the fact that she had never done anything like that before, his big ol’ bad heart melted at the warmth. It was innocent- she was only 11, but it felt nice to be someone’s hero. Someone’s friend.
“Hey Stinkybutt, what do you say we go get a root beer float.”
“And a burger,” said Vanellope with a wink. “You can have the stupid stinky pickle!”
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And I am flailing like a mad person at how perfect this is! It's everything I was hoping for and then some. You totally capture the crush imagery/feeling so well! I can really imagine that this would be how Vanellope would react to the crush. And the "pretty" compliment part at the end gave ME a sugar rush.
Also, I think this made ME fall in love with Ralph a little bit more. The way you characterized him was amazing.
Thank you so much!! Loved it.
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And just so you know, this is the first fan fiction that I have written in literally YEARS, so your review made ME flail like a mad person! Thank you! Not only am I glad you enjoyed it... but this gave me the confidence to go do some more fills! (I've never been the type to post fic publicly. I'm a bit shy.)
I kind of want to fist-bump you right now. Thank you so much!!!!
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