#and now I have to reply and be like 'oh fuck uh--coolio then"

[luci-cunt]

My astronomy professor when he sees that despite not needing to I turned in the Show Your Work problem with my signature “Yeah I have no idea what I did wrong plz help” message at the top:

[heartbreakgrill]

The Walk Home; John Mulaney

Eyes flicker. A head to toe, the anatomy of a girl: Her hair, short yet long and unnaturally naturally curled, the sight of her late yet early morning because she snoozes her alarm at least once and considers it a huge problem. Her eyes, focusing, so harshly on the script in front of her, her eyebrows bent at a 45° angle, creating even deeper creases in her forehead from her years of focus. So many little things that reflected her persona so gracefully he wanted to vomit.

You see, John was never a romantic person. People always said it should come easy, but he couldn't believe it. Everything in life took work, ethic, time. Why would there be an exception for lové?

He couldn't fathom it all: the skin and heat and loving one person so much it physically hurt your heart if you couldn't be with them. He felt that way sometimes, like his heart was screaming because he hadn't seen you when you went home that weekend, like it was digging itself out of his chest, but lighting itself back up when you bustled into the table read.

He nearly jumped from his seat for joy, now that you were sitting across the room from him. Highlighter twirling between fingers, leg bouncing quietly up and down, lips moving so carefully when her own lines came up.

He was so, so confused. Was this love? How could it be when he hadn't done anything to gain it. To earn it. It was like money, right? You had to put in work, ignore the cogs in the machine, press on past them. And that's how the product of love would be made, right? He'd never even held your hand, only served occasional hugs after shows, in greeting, when departing one another. And it's not like the two of you were best friends: You were good friends, but it wasn't the cheesy "if I tell her I love her I'll lose her and ruin our friendship."

No. He just didn't have the right to love you when you weren't even a thing.

Bill brought him from his id, slapping a hand onto his shoulder as he exclaimed, "Wanna call a wrap on this, Mulaney?"

John flinched, "What?" The entire room of actors and other writers stared back at him, eagerly waiting for him to wrap the table read. He was lead writer for this weeks sketches, so he had total control: And it was 10:30 pm.

"Oh, yeah, let's wrap it up. Good job, everyone!" He clapped his hands in the air in mock excitement.

The entire room broke out into a loud, uncontrollable crowd. People flooded the doors, others walked across the room to talk to their preferred coworkers. You sat there for a moment, flipping through your script, with that confused expression on your brows.

"Mulaney-" bill slapped his other shoulder, and John seethed through his teeth.

"I'm a literal crack mom, Bill, my shoulders are going to wither away to absolute dust if you don't go easier on me."

The room was empty enough now that you heard this and giggled lightly. Your eyes lifted to meet his and- did your grin just widen?

John smiled as Bill replied, "Okay, Patricia. Wanna go get some drinks with Seth and I?" He motioned behind him where Seth Myers was packing up his bag.

"Oh-" he glanced over to you and your eyes quickly flickered away. You began to pack up, "No, that's okay. I'm really tired and I just wanna curl up in bed."

"Okay," Bill began to back away as Seth headed for the door, "See ya tomorrow."

"Yeah, see ya." John slowly slipped his script into his backpack followed by his water bottle, pencils, thoughts.

You slung your messenger bag over your shoulder, waving to anyone who was watching. You realized it was only you and John.

"G'night, John-" you yawned midway through his name. You were the only one who addressed him as such- which didn't help his feelings.

"Nigh- wait, you live on the other side of the city?" He interrupted his own words.

You stopped and turned in the doorway to face him, "Yeah, why?"

"Do you always walk home alone?" John pulled the backpack over his shoulders. He stepped towards you.

"No, Seth usually goes with me. But, apparently, he's getting drinks with Bill. We live in the same building," You addressed John's slight confusion.

"Okay, so I'll walk you home."

John pushes past you, out of the door, expecting you to follow. Was he being confident? Perhaps. Or maybe he just didn't wanna see a pretty girls face on the front of a newspaper tomorrow. (Not that ugly girls deserved that- God, what are his thoughts?)

You caught up to the long-legged boy at the elevator- "John, it's okay. I can handle myself- I have pepper spray!"

You showed off the can, dangling from the lanyard housing your apartment keys.

John nodded, "No, I know. But you're also 5'5" and, what? 95 pounds?"

"130." You jutted a rounded hip. Sure, you were short, slightly chubby, and had no upper body strength, but: "John, you yourself said your a crack mom. 6' and, what, 50 pounds?" You mocked just earlier statement.

"Hey, hey," he followed you into the elevator, "Together, we are a force of nature."

"Yeah, okay."

A round of gossip, about both the script and the show in general, stemmed from the elevator ride, stretched into the walk to the subway. It was, unsurprisingly, dead in the subway, save for a passed out homeless man and a group of frat-like boys making a ruckus in the back.

You took a seat on the bench closest to the front, far away from the others sat a seat over, afraid he'd overstep his boundaries.

"Aren't you glad I came?" John motioned to the men, "Smells like pig."

You giggled, "Gross. And, yes, a little bit, I am."

The doors shut and you braced yourself, an instinct that all New Yorkers knew. John forgot because he had gotten lost in your face, swimming in the old makeup beginning to oil around your nose, smudge black under your eyes. They were watery, the contacts inside tired and ready to be taken out. Your jacket was bunched at the sleeves, which were lazily falling over your forearms. The one side of it was falling off your shoulder, and the strings were uneven.

Gorgeous.

"Oh-" John fell into, his elbow crashing into your rib cage. You yelped in pain, pushing him off of you desperately.

"Sorry!" You exclaimed when you realized your reaction put him on the ground. You stood quickly, only to fall back onto the bench because of the force of motion. John began to die of laughter, and you quickly followed.

Bent at the waist, hands propped on knees, guffaws hurling from the back of your throat created lines around your eyes. Your shiny teeth framed the laughter, secondhand creases finding depth from the motion.

The frat boys whoops didn't end, and the homeless man didn't wake up. The subway didn't stop going forward, the tracks didn't stop buzzing, and rats beneath didn't stop running. The world kept spinning- but your eyes locked, and he swore the entire world was shocked by the electricity. You wanted to kiss him, and he felt like he wanted to kiss you, too.

But your stop pushed your forward, on your knees. He stood up and offered his hands to you. You quickly got off, or else you would have stranded.

"Well, that was one hell of a subway ride." You exclaimed, stopping for John to catch up, only for you to fall behind.

He slowed his pace, "Uh, I'd say so."

You grabbed onto the railing and trotted up the stairs, into the cool night of New York City, 69th street. "I don't know why we don't hang out more often."

John wasn't behind you, but he was following you because you lead the way to your apartment. It was at the end of the street, but his heart was in his throat.

"Uh, yeah," he choked.

"I mean, not unless you would want to."

"No! I mean, yeah, yes, I want to. That'd be fun! That would be coolio," He slapped his fist into his palm.

"Coolio? Ya know, for being great at comedy and writing, you suck at getting your words out sometimes."

Speechless.

You stepped through a puddle on accident, gasping as the water seeped through the holes meant to air out your Converse. John I've reacted quickly, scared you were falling and not just tripping over water.

"Oh, hey!" He grabbed you around the waist, tugging you to his other side. Your feet had completely lifted off the ground, a gasp choking itself in your throat.

You gripped onto him by his biceps, which had emitted some unknown strength out of him. He seemed surprised by his sudden reaction, too, which is probably why he attempted to pull his arms off of you subtly. However, because of the fight or flight still thickening his strength, he pushed you away from him. The gasp let itself out and you fell backwards, catching yourself on a set of steps.

John felt like vomiting- he even leaned his palms onto his knees, ready for the acid reflex to present itself on your shoes. He was sweating, small beads covering his forehead. You were crying, head in hands and shoulder shaking- wait, no. You were laughing!

You were laughing your ass at John, who had just presented his crush on you in the best way possible. You'd thought they were there, the feelings. You didn't want to say anything for fear of embarrassing him, but after that whole fiasco- he definitely liked you.

"John!" You screeched in between laughter, clutching your stomach now.

He found the strength to laugh with you, completely letting himself go. He plopped onto the step beside you. "I can't believe I just fucking did that."

"That- was- the- funniest- thing-" you shook your head, hair whipping back and forth across your forehead, "EVER!"

After many more minutes of witch-like laughter, you finally let out one big breath of air. "Oh, my God. That was the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"Ever?" John's cheeks were already red from the lack of oxygen being emitted to his head, but he surely did feel himself blush at that one. "Out of everything that has ever happened to you, that was the funniest?"

"Yes!"

"I don't know, I've seen funnier, moments that didn't include some stupid, crack addict looking, lanky ass, weirdo. Just the pretty girl was involved," he sputtered out, unaware of his words.

You smiled lightly, eyes lit with admiration. "He did it again."

John scoffed at himself, dropping his head in his hands, "He did. You must think I am the biggest idiot in the entire world."

"I don't," you scooted closer to him, leaning down so your lips were level with his left ear, "I don't think you're an idiot at all. I think you've let yourself get too tense over me. I mean, I think it's so sweet that at the first sign of trouble, you pulled me away from it all. But, you realized you were holding me and threw me away for fear of embrassement and rejection. I want you to know that there's no reason to be afraid."

John's tense shoulders relaxed and he slowly lifted his head from his hands. It tilted to the side, to face her own. Their lips were incredibly close, the air between them solely shared for the both of them.

"What?" His eyebrows scrunched up, face heating up once again. "Why?"

"Because I like you, too, John."

He wasted no time in pressing his lips into yours, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulled as flush against him as he could, letting all of the emotion he'd been bottling up release into kinetic energy. You pushed back with as much of yourself as you could offer, tired but full of your own emotion.

"Hey! You two! Stop shoving your stupid love down my throat! My cats and I are trying to sleep!" A voice from the upper windows of the building behind you caused your lips to peel apart.

Laughter strewn from your lips as you carefully stood, kissing every two seconds, and made your way back down the road.

[pepsi-writes]

chapter 1: this is it....

I’M SORRY OKAY

Addict grinned. “Omg, papi, it me,” they certainly said, “Addict from the smp!”

“Shut the fuck up,” someone said from the back, “It’s my turn to make everybody on this zoom call cry.” Addict frowned.

Readers, I will introduce you to Quartz, who is a person. Why the fuck am i rewriting this I am so sorry-

“Hey narrator, wherever you are,” Quartz yelled at the fourth wall, “can you not?”

Yes papi, I am so sorry 😔.

Anyways, why is the narrator who is supposed to narrate the story, making themselves a character in this? Because they can. That’s why.

Hey, look at Quartz over here - the narrator gestured to Quartz sitting in the corner of the house - they are a dog person. Woah!

Quartz shook their head. “I hate it here,” they grumbled, in the year of 2020. Weird how they can time-travel, huh.

“Hey, this isn’t as bad as getting kicked out of your house by some, squid person thing, right?”

‘Legit who cares?’ The narrator doubted themself, which they should not. ‘I’m so sorry…’

“Shut up, you fucking, uhhhhhhh,” Somebody said, who at least tried to insult the narrator. “Shit, what’s the ranking system,” they mumbled to themself.

“Omg,” somebody else complained. “Why are you writing about an a/b/o gang smp thing, if you don’t even know your shit?” ‘Shut up, character who’s yelling at the narrator who is not specified because the narrator is du-’ okay. Everybody is, like, dog people or whatever, so, um yeah. What the fuck, wow.

“Omg,” Addict repeated, not knowing what the narrator was going to make them do (oh fuck those fifty dollars that Kyle promised them were not worth it), “It’s me, Addict, the very coolio, uhhhh,” The narrator was really about to assign one of their good friends’ characters and a/b/o rank, they were so sorry- “IT’S ME, ADDICT, THE MCFUCKING, um, BETA. WOOOOOOOOO.” The narrator and the rewriter of this are so fucking sorry please don’t hurt either of them.

“Omg,” Squid, who had suddenly materialized in the room, announced, “Hi, It’s me, Squid, who probably isn’t a stupid person. But, the narrator’s fucking dumb,” fey also yelled at the fourth wall, while Quartz was staring at it with disdain, “and cannot remember whatever the fuck I am, so I’m a fucking splatoon inkling now,” fey gestured to the paint splattered on their hands, “But, actually, I’m also a dog person, or whatever, because we’re living in absolute hell anyway.” Fey did the infamous ✨jazz hands✨ because fey could, so fey did. “Look at me! Tis I, Squid, the president, so obviously, I’m the alpha male 😩.” ‘Omg,’ the narrator fanbody’d, ‘Hi, Squid, the inkling dog alpha male, because apparently you’re an alpha in the a/b/o ranking system, or whatever-’

“Squid!” Addict squealed, like the fucking beta - the narrator and the rewriter are both so sorry Addict please don’t kill them - they were. “My partner! 😳😳”

“Hewwo,” Squid replied, “❤.”

Quartz, apparently from BFB, laughed. “Hah, that shit’s gay!”

Squid, the octoling dog person, gasped. “IT’S QUARTZ UNDERTALE-,” fey stopped feirself. “Wait, I think I hate you or something.”

Quartz stopped laughing, and frowned once again. “This is an AU, why can’t I at least be happy here?”

“Get out of here you netherrack fucker who’s also a dog person or, um, something.” Squid stopped to think of an insult, (fey didn’t really want to say any of this, but fifty bucks was fifty bucks) and came up with, “I’m assigning you an omega rank, because that’s apparently the worst one!”

“What the fuck, why would you just tell me that I have to be an omega.” They crossed their arms and huffed. “This is so uncool. :).”

Squid forced a laugh. “Ha, ha guys, look at the omega, over here. LOL!”

Everyone who resided in the server was suddenly assembled from mere atoms, and glared at Quartz. Because that’s what Squid said to do or whatever.

Please, the narrator is trying, I swear-

“Hey guys,” Addict interrupted (who was the narrator’s PLATONIC beloved), “Can we not bully Quartz, please?”

Somebody in the crowd shook their head. “No,” they reasoned, “They, like, tried to kill everyone and that’s so uncool.”

Quartz, the dog person was furious. They just got told that they have to be an omega, of all ranks. Now they had something to say. And that something was: “Bitch, I didn’t mean it!”

“Fuck off, omega,” Marie from Splatoon 2 spat. Quartz groaned, a scowl spread across their face.

Anyways, so, like, you know how, like, Squid summoned the whole server to the room?

Well, here, we got Adrian, the TV person. Woah.

“Murder is good though, 😳” Adrian the TV person finally spoke, after a few seconds of silence that felt like hours.

Squid scowled. “Shut up, but,” fey raised a hand in understanding, “Like, I at least respect you, since you’re an esteemed alpha, like me.”

Adrian laughed, “Yeah, totally Squid from Splatoon 2: Octo Expansion!”

Little did anyone in the server know, was that Adrian … actually was an omega. Shocker, huh? He was just, really good at hiding the fact that they’re an omega. 

Another character who nobody has mentioned nor spoken about said, “Adrian… You smell kinda weird...”

Uh, fuck, Addict. Addict said it, yeah.

“Adrian,” Addict said, “You smell kinda weird…”

“Omg, Addict, no I do not!” said Adrian, the alpha who was really an omega.

“Oh, ok.”

Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud SLAM, breaking when it hit the ground. Pieces flew everywhere, one of them barely missing the narrator by a centimeter.

“HEY GUYS! IT’S ME, THE ABSOLUTE BABY THAT IS SUNNY FROM THE GANG SMP-”

[negasonicimagines]

Someone to You

request: “could i request an imagine or one shot where ntw and yukio are dating and negasonic is kind of rude to reader and its because they liked each other and never really acted on it so now reader confronts ellie about it (and says something like they're happy about ellie's and yukio's relationship BC ITS SO CUTE!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH oh my god im okay now ) i know its a lot but it would make me really happy and i would really love to read it thank you! :) <3”

notes: this is soooo cute! this is a yukisonic x reader imagine, hopefully the requester doesn’t mind (they didn’t specify poly but I’m Like That so…) don’t forget that the names in text messaging are always what you have the person saved as/what they have you saved as, meaning that if it says “Ellie the Mystical Unicorn: beanie babies are super gr8” that the reader has Ellie saved as  “Ellie the Mystical Unicorn” in their phone. You’ll notice in this story that it changes! Also…. Can you tell I wanna go on a date to a fair? Also, Y/S/N stands for Your Ship Name (with Ellie)!

Someone to You - BANNERS

warnings: none!

Water. Ellie was soaked in water. Thankfully, it was just a shower pipe that burst after just one more of her rude comments pushed you over the edge. You wish it’d been one going from the toilets to the sewers, but Ellie was lucky that day.

“Mx. L/N, Miss Phimister, see me after class,” Professor Xavier says, before going back to teaching. Once he’s wrapped up the lesson and everyone’s been dismissed, the two of you approach his desk. “What happened?”

“Ellie made one too many asshole remarks to me and I snapped,” you honestly explain.

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t be such an asshole if-”

“Girls, language.” He looks between the two of you. “It looks like the two of you need to talk this out. If you can’t, then it’s detention for you both.”

“I’ll take the detention,” Ellie declares.

“Good thing it isn’t just up to you, then, huh? C’mon, Phimister, what’s your deal? We used to be such good friends, and then one day you just decided you hated me.”

“I decided I hated you? Try the other way around, you fucking liar.”

“I’m not lying!”

“Well, I’m not either!”

“Take it down a notch,” Charles says, apparently having appointed himself the moderator of this discussion. “One at a time, explain your side of the story. Who wants to go first?”

“Me,” Ellie says, and you let her. “Last year. We were roommates, and we became friends. We were always partners in all the classes we had together. Sparring in P.E, our project for the science fair, that play we had to write for English… And then, one day in P.E, you picked Bobby. After that, you started listening to your music louder, sitting with Kitty and Bobby at lunch, and… You ditched me.”

“Ellie, I- I don’t know what to say. It wasn’t like that at all. I- I had a crush on you. Still kind of do, though it’s shrunk significantly since I heard you got with Yukio. I’m happy for you guys. But, um… Yeah. Last year we were roommates, and we were attached at the hip, and you- You started avoiding me, too. Always texting your Instagram mutuals when we were talking, barely paying attention to what I was saying, if at all. Subtweeting me.

“You joined the photography, poetry, and DND clubs, and while I was happy you were branching out, you never asked me if I wanted to join them with you, or anything like that, so I assumed you didn’t. I’m stupid and insecure like that, I guess. And then you just started being so mean to me. It hurt, a lot. So, I withdrew completely.”

“Oh,” Ellie says. “I- I had a crush on you, too. Part of the reason I’ve been such an asshole, I guess. I was messaging those mutuals because I needed advice. The subtweeting wasn’t okay, and I should’ve known better than to assume you’d just follow my lead, especially if my lead means being more social. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, too, El.”

She pulls you into her arms tightly.

“Beautifully done, girls. Some of my colleagues could learn from you.”

The both of you had nearly forgotten he was there, so wrapped up in each other.

“Hey, you should come with me and Yukio to the fair tonight. It’s supposed to be a date, but I don’t think she’ll mind,” Ellie offers.

“You should ask her, first. I wouldn’t want to be a bother.”

She goes to argue, but knows you, and that there’s no changing your mind.

“Alright,” she says, going on her merry way. 

She enters the dorm she shares with Yukio, the class she just had having been her last. “Hey, babe, would it be okay if Y/N tagged along on our date?”

“I thought you’d never ask. I’ve been meaning to say that I think they’d make a good third, if you ever wanted one,” Yukio replies, chipper as always but ultimately nonchalant as she flips through Xanathar’s Guide to Everything.

“I- I didn’t mean it like that, and I didn’t say it to them like that, but, uh, really?” Ellie asks, a bit flustered.

“Yeah, why not? They’re super nice and funny!”

“O- Okay. I guess I’ll text them, then.” Ellie changes into dry clothes.

“You do that,” Yukio replies. “Tell me what they say, okay?”

“Alright,” Ellie says, texting you.

Ellie💔: Hey! Yukio said yes to you joining us

Y/N💔: Coolio! :-)

Ellie🖤: Uh yeah and she said if you wanna join us in like… A date-y way that would be nice

Y/N💞: Do you want me to?

Ellie🖤: Maybe a little (yes djsldkls)

Y/N💞: Then maybe I’ll consider (I’d love to eakljaskd)

“They said yes,” Ellie says, astounded, and Yukio perks up.

“That’s great!”  Yukio cheers, getting off the bed and embracing Ellie, the two sharing a kiss.

A couple hours later, Ellie and Yukio meet you at the door of the school.

“You look great,” Yukio compliments you before Ellie can say the same thing, but sound significantly dumber.

“Oh, thanks,” you respond with a blush. “You, too. Both of you!”  

Yukio takes the hands of both of you, pulling you out of the house so you can walk to the bus that’ll take you three into town.

“So, I’m thinking we pick our favorite rides, so we can make sure we get on them, and then afterwards we can play whatever games they have.”

“Sounds good to me,” Ellie says, and you nod.

“So, Y/N, you first. You’re the guest of honor,” Yukio decrees.

“Oh, jeez… I like the Tilt-A-Whirl a lot.”

“Good pick! I definitely wanna go on the ferris wheel. What about you, Ellie?”

“Hmm… I heard Rogue say the Himalaya is fun.”

“Alright. Any more ideas, anyone?”

“Maybe the Gravitron?” you offer.

“Yeah!” Yukio encourages, and Ellie nods. The three of you make it to the bus stop, sitting in the back row so that you can all sit next to each other, all holding hands. The bus stops in town, and the three of you get off, walking to the fair. You each buy your own wristband.

“This is gonna be so much fun, I’ve never done anything like it before!” Yukio excitedly says, swaying yours and Ellie’s hands, held in her own.

“I admire your attitude, Yukio. Not having done anything like this before is exactly what’s making me nervous,” you admit, while commending her for her free spirit.

“I’m pretty nervous, too,” Ellie adds.

“But there’s no need to be! I like Ellie, Ellie likes Y/N, I like Y/N, and Y/N likes us. Right?”

“Right,” you and Ellie agree, nodding. It does help to ease the tension a bit.

“Come on, you two. A smile wouldn’t kill you, would it? Which ride first?” Yukio wonders.

“I think we should save the ferris wheel for when the sun is setting,” you suggest.

“That’s a beautiful idea,” Yukio agrees. “The line for the Gravitron looks shortest, so maybe that one?”

“We don’t have to do my suggestion first,” you tell them.

“But it’s the easiest,” Ellie reminds you. “Might as well.”

“Alright,” you agree, and the three of you get in line.

It’s an enjoyable ride, you liked the ones that you understood the science behind. The three of you get off the ride, and you stumble a bit. The two rush to catch you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this supported in my life,” you joke.

“Well, get used to it, cutie,” Yukio says, giving you a quick kiss to the cheek. You blush, and all of you proceed to the Himalaya, squeezing into a cart. The cart races around the track, swaying the three of you back and forth in the cart, pinning either Ellie or Yukio (you’re in the middle) to the side.

After that, it’s the Tilt-A-Whirl. The three of you share one of the giant, chair-like carts, spinning upredicatably. You giggle wildly, enjoying the way your stomach drops with every turn.

The ride eventually ends.

“I wanna go again!” Yukio cheers, and you nod. The three of you get back in line, waiting for your turn. You enjoy the ride once more.

“One more time,” Yukio says. “Y/N is so cute when they’re happy!”

You feel your face heat up and find yourself smiling bashfully.

“See?” Yukio gestures towards you, and you hide your embarrassment in your hands. “Oh, no, I think I broke them.”

“We should probably slow down a bit,” Ellie replies, and you shake your head.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m just not used to lots of affection,” you admit, finally gaining the courage to remove your hands from your face.

“Aw,” Yukio pouts. “Well, you deserve it.”

You scoff, shaking your head again.

“Oh, hey, it’s getting close to sunset. We should get in line so that we’ll be on it then,” you remind your dates.

“Right,” Ellie agrees, taking your hand quickly and pulling you along. You grab Yukio’s, and the three of you make it to the slowly-moving line.

“We haven’t taken, like, any pictures!” Yukio realizes.

“Well, now that we’re in line we can take a few,” Ellie shrugs. She pulls you forward so that you’re in between the two of them as opposed to behind them. “Yeah, thought you were gonna be sneaky and not get in any pictures, did you? Well, that’s not gonna fly this time. I had, like, no pictures to cry over when we had our little friendship break-up, so… Let’s get snapping.”

You scrunch your face up at her playfully, and Yukio gets a picture.

“No, ‘Kio, don’t listen to Ellie, she’s evil,” you implore.

“Oh, yeah. So evil that you went on a date with me,” Ellie retorts, sliding an arm around your waist. Yukio puts an arm around your waist as well, and you decide to put your arms around their shoulders. Yukio takes one picture, sliding to a couple other Snapchat filters before switching to Instagram and getting a couple pictures with some of those filters, putting them on their respective Stories, as well as saving them to her camera roll. “My turn,” says Ellie, and she uses her phone to take pictures, following in the same fashion.

“Alright, now you, Y/N.”

“I think we have enough pictures in this spot,” you laugh. “I’ll get some on the ferris wheel.”

“Smart thinking,” Ellie says, and the three of you step forward. The sun is beginning to set, and you three are next up. You board the ride, enjoying the way the wheel steadily takes you to the top. You admire the world below you, trying not to be scared of descending towards it at a rapid pace from here.

Ellie and Yukio squeeze your hands, you must not have been hiding your nervousness very well.

“Eee! Golden hour pics!” Yukio squeals enthusiastically. Her cheer improves your mood significantly, it usually does. All of you take turns, taking selfies together, as well as pictures of the world below. You all enjoy the closeness before the ride ultimately ends.

“Game time,” Ellie announces, and you three explore the game aspect of the fair.

“I’m gonna rescue a goldfish,” you decide upon seeing them all crowded together in a tank, after playing a few different games.

“Do you have the means to keep it?” Ellie wonders.

“No, Ellie, I thought I’d just win the goldfish and keep it in a bag forever,” you snark. You were more comfortable around her than most, and you’d nearly forgotten this was a high-stakes date and not a fun hangout. She and Yukio both snicker at your comment. “You brought a bottle of water, right, Yukio?”

“Oh, yeah, why?”

“Could I have a sip?” you request.

“Sure,” she brightly replies, passing you the bottle. You take a sip, and spit it out.

“What the fuck was that for?” Ellie cries out.

“Watch and learn, doofus,” you respond, and the water hasn’t touched the ground. You float it up and under your jacket, keeping it between you and the article of clothing.

“8 balls for a dollar, 20 for $2!” the man calls out. You hand him a dollar, and he gives you a small basket. Ellie and Yukio are confused when you take off the jacket and the water is gone.

It’s in your hand, they realize as you wet the ball without the man noticing. You toss it, and by controlling the water, you manuver the ball into one of the bowls.

“Alrighty then. Pick one, little lady,” he tells you, and you do. He fishes it out and puts it into a bag of water. He sighs. “Goldfish like having friends, y’know,” the man says to you. “Normally upon winning, your turn is over and you have to buy more balls… But, I have a surplus of goldfish. If you wanna win a couple more for your friends, go ahead.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not? Just don’t tell my boss.”

You win two more fish with the same method, letting Ellie and Yukio pick out theirs.

“We should probably get going,” Ellie says. “I read online that if goldfish shake too much, it can break down their immune system.”

“Absolutely right. Thanks for liberating a few of these little fish,” the man tells you. “See you next year.”

The three of you leave the fair, taking a cab home. Manipulating the water, all of your goldfish hover just above each of your hands in their bags, not shaking with the subtle tremors of the car.

“So this is why you wanted to help me with a job,” Wade, perched outside the entrance, discovers. “Here’s your cut, kid.” He hands you a thick wad of money.

“You did what?!” Ellie is deeply concerned.

“Don’t worry! They just helped rescue a kidnap victim,” he quickly explains.

“You’re all about rescuing, aren’t you?” Yukio praises, and you can feel your cheeks heat up. She kisses you on the cheek, impressed with your heroism.

“Yeah, I was planning to rescue a fish or two either way,” you admit. “But it was fun impressing you guys with my super cool water powers at the same time.”

“Ooh, were you all on a date? Thank god, I no longer have to worry about the Yukisonic and Y/S/N shipping war.”

“And who exactly is on either side?” Ellie interrogates, an indignant expression on her face.

“Well, I personally liked both very much, but Yellow was a big fan of Yukisonic and White likes Y/S/N. And they do not shut up, even when I’m asleep.”

You feel for him, but Ellie’s mostly annoyed.

“Anyways, I’m a bit chilly. I’m gonna head inside. Nice bumping into you three.” Wade heads in, and you find yourself facing the two girls, goldfish still floating.

“Well, you know what they do at the end of first dates…” Yukio shyly says, and you furrow your brows. You hadn’t really been on many dates.

“But who should get to?” Ellie wonders. Context would be nice, but you stand and wait for them to come to a conclusion.

“Both, at once?” Yukio replies. This is quickly becoming a worrying conversation.

“Why not?” Ellie shrugs.

You find yourself on the recieving end of a kiss on each cheek, flames bursting from each pair of lips on your skin. Once they pull away, you put your cool hands on your cheeks, happily bewildered.

“Let’s go on in,” Yukio reminds ou and Ellie. “We need to rest up for our pet store date tomorrow.”

[atrueboktaiinfoblog]

Boktai 3 - How the Story Began [Really] Part 1 - Cool Bike

One beautiful and sunny day, Sabata took a stroll on the outskirts of San Miguel. You see, he is so cool, that even when he walks the sun shines brighter than usual in awe of his cool.

Sabata: I am the coolest.

Saying stuff like this is quite typical of him. After all, his very existence is to be the avatar of cool.

Suddenly Sabata received a message on his cellphone from his best friend from another world, Shadow the Hedgehog. They are both super duper cool, and as such they are friends (they met on a website dedicated to scribbles of preschoolers known as Sol-D-Art).

Sabata: Well, well. I seem to have received a message from Shadow, my cool friend. Now what does it say?

Shadow: Hey, my dude! I knew you are the fucking coolest and my bro. You got yourself a coolass motorcycle. 

Sabata stopped walking and reread that message two more times. What was his coolio friend talking about?

Sabata: What?

After clicking reply, couple seconds in, Shadow sent him another electronic message. This time with a picture.

Sabata: Oh no. Oh no no no.

The picture portayed his lamer brother Django, who was only like 10% cool. Compared to 300% of Sabata’s cool ratio. Yet here he is, sitting on a motorcycle. A cool looking motorcycle. But Sabata did not own a motorcycle and that was a problem.

Sabata: I will not stand for this!

With that said, Sabata did not reply to Shadow. He merely put his cellphone back into his pocket and decided to return to San Miguel.

However, before he could make it to town, a motorcycle passed him by only to abruptly stop couple of meters away. 

It was Django.

Django: Hey bro! It’s me Django! Check out my sweet cool ride!

Sabata: It’s uh... really... cool.

Django: Glad ya think so, brah! Okay, imma going back to town to pick up Lita! Smella ya later!

And so Django departed on his super cool ride, leaving Sabata in the dust.

Sabata: F*ck.

To be Continued...

[sakurablossomstorm-blog]

59. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?," 77. "Why are you covered in mud?," 130. "The way you flirt is just shameful," 188. "I'm not leaving here without you," and/or 253. "You're so drunk." 😊

Here you go! I combined them all into one.

~~

“There she is,” Ben said as Sonia came trudging down the stairs. “I was beginning to wonder what happened to you guys.”

“Oh, you know, just super tired from the party,” Sonia mumbled, taking a seat at the breakfast bar and grabbing her Gryzzl tablet.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” Leslie asked, sitting opposite her daughter, a fresh cup of coffee in her hands.

“Uh…yeah it was good fun. Y’know, usual party stuff. Mmhmm, nothing happened out of the ordinary. Just dancing and responsible fun.” Sonia babbled.

Leslie raised an eyebrow and looked at Ben, who was mimicking her expression.

The thing about Sonia was that she was a terrible liar, a trait she inherited from both of her parents. Leslie and Ben were able to sniff out a lie in an instant, leaving Sonia unable to get away with anything.

And the fact that their three children went out to a party last night made them nervous.

“Is everything okay, Sonny?” Ben asked, standing by Leslie’s side.

Sonia frantically nodded. “Yep. Everything’s A-OK, coolio beans.”

Ben frowned and leaned down on the table. “Sonia, what are you hiding. What’s happened?”

Sonia looked down at her hands, desperately trying not to make eye contact with her parents.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Sonia,” Leslie said with a warning tone.

“Fine! Okay, alright you wormed it out of me!” Sonia snapped, blonde hair whipping around her face as she spoke. She let out a weary sigh and set her tablet back down on the table.

“I’ve been sent down as a distraction.”

“A distraction?” Leslie questioned. “From what?”

Sonia sighed. “Stephen got super drunk last night. He’s upstairs throwing up.”

Ben and Leslie exchanged horrified glances, and then Ben hurried up the stairs to check on their sons, while Leslie got up to Sonia’s side.

“Did you drink?” Leslie asked sternly.

“A little yeah,” her sixteen year old daughter responded. “But I didn’t want to get sloppy, neither did Wes… and we kind of dropped the ball on Stephen.”

Leslie sighed, placing a hand over her forehead. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. All three of her children were out drinking last night, and now one of them was throwing their guts up.

“Oh my god, Sonia. What were you thinking?” Leslie asked, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, opening it and practically forcing it down Sonia’s throat.

“Mm!! Mom stop!” Sonia choked, snatching the bottle from Leslie and putting it on the countertop. “I’m fine. I had like a couple vodkas. Stephen’s the one you should be worried about.”

“Your Dad has that covered. What we need are cold compresses and greasy food and water, so much water,” Leslie babbled to herself.

“Oh. And you are grounded. Don’t forget that.”

Sonia groaned and flopped over on the counter.

~~

“Boys. Open up,” Ben called, hammering on the locked bathroom door.

“No. I’m pooping!”

“Wesley!”

“Urgh fine,” Wesley groaned through the door, and Ben heard the door unlock, and he soon came face to face with an embarrassed Wesley.

“Hey, Dad. What’s up?” he asked, leaning against the door frame.

Ben looked past Wesley and saw his eldest son, slumped on the floor over the toilet seat, looking miserable.

“Good lord, Stephen,” Ben sighed. “What the hell did you do?”

“I’m sorry, Dad,” Stephen wailed and dry heaved into the toilet. “I thought it would be fun.”

“Yeah?” Ben snapped, folding his arms. “How much fun are you having right now?”

“None,” Stephen whimpered, hanging his head back into the toilet and spewing more of his guts out.

Ben groaned, rubbing a hand through his hair. “Great. What the hell were you thinking? All of you?”

“Someone at the party had a fake ID so hit up a load of stores and just got a load of alcohol. I was being careful, because you and Mom can sniff out alcohol like bloodhounds, but Stephen…” Wesley just gestured at Stephen, who was still sprawled out on the floor.

“Fantastic,” Ben hissed sarcastically. He got down onto the floor and rubbed Stephen’s back until he had finished. “You need water and to sleep this off.”

Stephen nodded pathetically, and with the help of Wesley, they dragged Stephen back into his room. Soon, a bottle of water was placed by his bedside, a bucket by his side.

As Ben and Wesley left Stephen in peace, he finally took in his son’s appearance. Wesley was covered from head to toe in mud.

“Wesley, why are you covered in mud?”

Wesley blushed and rubbed at his dirt covered cheeks. “It’s a long story. Can you just ground me and be over with it?”

Ben just sighed. “Fine. All of you are ground for a month-”

“A month?”

“For underage drinking without our consent,” Ben continued. “No Gryzzl gadgets, weekends you’ll spend helping us around the house, and certainly no parties.”

Wesley sighed as his father walked past him. The night before a regret that the Knope-Wyatt triplets would have all the way during the next painful month.

~~

8 hours earlier.

Wesley finished his drink and placed it on the side. He was fading in and out of a conversation, until Sonia caught his eye.

His sister was giggling eccentrically and stroking a boy’s arm. Wesley recognised it as George from his biology class, and Sonia was flirting with him.

Oh, he didn’t have the heart to tell her that he was gay. And they had made out before.

He looked at his watch and swallowed. Shit. They should have been home three hours ago. He really hoped that their parents had fallen asleep in front of the TV again, and they would be able to sneak back undetected.

Wesley quickly excused himself from his friends and went to retrieve his siblings. He crossed the room and tugged on Sonia’s arm.

“Soso, we have to go, it’s way past curfew,” Wesley hissed in her ear. Sonia’s eyes travelled to the clock in the darkened room, and gasped.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Where’s Stephen?” Sonia asked, then she remember George. “Oh George, I’m so sorry but we have to go. But don’t forget me, okay?”

“I can’t forget you,” George replied. “I mean we sit next to each other in History.”

Sonia threw her head back again and laughed loudly. “Oh, George! You’re so funny.”

“And you’re an embarrassment!” Wesley hissed at her, dragging her away. “Jesus, Sonia. The way you flirt is shameful.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know that he was digging me,” Sonia retaliated.

“He wasn’t. Because he’s very, very gay.”

“What?” Sonia cried out in shock. “No, he’s not! Are you sure? How do you know?”

“Because we’ve made out,” Wesley explained. “A lot.”

Sonia looked horrified. “Oh my god. My gaydar must be way off course. Why didn’t your stupid bi self stop me sooner?”

“I only just noticed,” Wesley said, trying to look over a crowd to find Stephen. “I can’t see him anywhere, can you?”

Sonia scanned the room and froze. She nervously tapped Wesley on the shoulder so that he turned around. “I found him.”

Sure enough, there was Stephen. Standing upside down and a funnel in his mouth, while their classmates poured beer into his mouth while cheering raucously. The beer was soon emptied, and Stephen was helped back onto his feet, yelling proudly at the top of his throat.

“Jesus Christ, Stephen!” Sonia cried out, hurrying over once Stephen had finished. “We weren’t supposed to get wasted tonight!”

“Soniaaaa,” Stephen slurred. “Whass going on big sis?”

Sonia rolled her eyes and staggered forward to support Stephen. “We have to go,” she told him, and beckoned at Wesley to help her.

“Wha? No we can’t go, we’re having fun!” Stephen cried out, earning another loud cry from his friends.

“Come on, Stephen!” Sonia snapped. “We’re going. And I’m not leaving here without you.”

Soon, they had managed to drag Stephen outside and into the fresh air. That’s when Stephen started rebelling and shrieking angrily about how he didn’t want to go home.

“Jesus, Stephen. You’re so drunk,” Wesley hissed, trying to keep a grip on his twin.

“And your fucking annoying! Get off me!” Stephen cried, managing to give Wesley a shove. Wesley tumbled backwards, right into a dirty puddle on the side of the road.

“You moron!” Sonia screeched, letting go of Stephen and helping Wesley up. “Can we just get you home without any more instances, please?”

Wesley grabbed hold of Stephen again, his clothes dripping with muddy water, and Sonia manned his other side. Soon, the triplets were walking home down the dark street, an inebriated Stephen between them.

“I’m sorry I pushed you, Wes,” Stephen choked out after a few minutes.

Wesley sighed. “I’m sorry you’re an ass.”

Stephen then promptly burst into tears, wrapping his arms around Wesley’s neck and kissing his cheek. “I love you, baby brother. I love you so much.”

Wesley sent Sonia a look of distress, but still patted his back. “Oh, buddy. Let it out, I guess?”

Sonia rolled her eyes. “Come on you two. Let’s get out of here.”

And the triplets trudged back down the road, hoping that their parents would be asleep by the time they got home.