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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 4 years ago

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It's Delicate: Part II

Summary: Spencer Reid finds himself at a gas station at 2:00 am, thinking he’s only leaving with a cup of crappy coffee. But something taped to the door catches his eye. Spencer leaves the gas station with more than he intended: the chance at a friend, and maybe something more along the way.

Word Count: 3.6 k

Author’s Note: Here's the second part in It's Delicate, my first chapter fic. I've planned out kind of where I see this eventually going! Thank you to anyone who reads, likes, comments, and reblogs. It really means the world to me.

Content Warnings: Expletive language (3 uses), mentions of drug use, sexual innuendo

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It's Delicate

Sitting on the plane, Spencer looks out from the little window. For hours, there’s been nothing but corn fields and clouds. It’s eerily peaceful, being there high above the clouds. His whole life Spencer has felt this distance between him and everyone else, but nothing makes that feeling more prominent than being strapped in a glorified metal box 35,000 feet off the Earth’s surface. But the thing is, Spencer does need to be flying above the trees to feel lonely. He can do that with two feet on the ground.

Luke sits across Spencer, the table between them and a deck of playing cards are spread out across its surface. He has to nudge Spencer’s leg from under the table, trying to bring him back to reality as he stares out the window.

“Whatcha thinking,” Luke asks, Spencer has been noticing more and more that Luke is one of the few people that actually listens to him.

Spencer, whose mind is racing too fast to even formulate an articulate thought, attempts to dodge Luke’s question with a noncommittal shrug.

“Reid, these cases are hard for all of us, you gotta know that man,” Luke says, laying down a four of a kind.

Spencer narrows his eyes, shocked that it hasn’t clicked yet for the rest of the team. He cracks his neck, preparing to answer Luke.

“We almost locked up an innocent man, Alvez. I almost sent another man to the same fate as myself. What kind of fucked up message is that?” Spencer says, throwing down the cards on the table. He doesn’t wait for Luke to respond.

“I fold,”

Spencer walks off into the small kitchenette to make a cup of coffee. He doesn’t want to think about his increased reliance on coffee, because he knows it’s a hot cup of coffee or a cold needle of Dilaudid in his veins. Spencer checks his watch, it’s 10:17 pm, maybe too late to find a meeting at a church or rec center somewhere.

He sneaks a peak at his phone, which was still unfortunately on Airplane Mode, he hasn’t even gotten a chance to see if Y/N has responded. He doesn’t know much about her, just as much as she knows about him.

It’s a brave new world for Spencer and he’s knee deep into the unknown.

Spencer can feel Luke’s eyes on him. He just knows that the minute he gets home, a certain tech expert will be ringing him. He knows that it’s Luke’s way of caring, but for someone who’s been alone for so long, having people that actually care is almost drowning.

Walking back to his seat, Spencer hands Luke a coffee. He smiles slightly; it’s the awkward smile that he used to make when intimating police chiefs and idiot cops would look him up and down like he’s a TA. It’s a peace offering for Luke, who despite his tough looking exterior, is one of the kindest people Spencer knows.

“Look, Reid. I’m sorry that we didn’t put it together. It’s just that man that we caught, he’s not like you. He’s not innocent of crimes, he’s just innocent of this crime,” Luke says in an attempt to make Spencer feel a little bit better.

“The thing is Luke, I’m exactly like that man,”

Spencer returns to staring out the window. The cards and the coffee on the table are long ignored for the silence that is found when you’re high above the clouds.

Spencer hears Tara and Emily murmur quietly about going out for a round of drinks. Luke accepts, while JJ and Matt decline, eager to get home to their families. Emily looks over at Spencer, her eyes silently scanning him, his body language. Spencer knows that there’s nothing he can hide from Emily, so there’s no use in trying to pretend he’s alright when she can take one look at him and know that nothing is right.

“You guys have fun, I’m going to head home and get some sleep. I plan on visiting my mom tomorrow and mornings are usually better for her,” Spencer says, slinging his go bag around his shoulders and making the trek back to the security to check out.

He walks slowly, enjoying the sound of the crickets chirping as he trudges along. Spencer tries not to think about the man, Richard, who was almost locked up for a crime that he didn’t commit. Spencer is pretty sure that being the person to throw an innocent man in jail is worse than being the innocent man in jail.

Spencer’s phone buzzes loudly, disturbing the silence of his walk. He looks at the phone to see a couple of messages from Y/N. Spencer slides open the lock to his phone and hits the button to read her messages.

Y/N: Spencer...that has a nice ring to it. So tell me a little bit about yourself. Your big three, but as books. Go! 🌞🌙⬆️

Furrowing his brow, Spencer reads the message over again. He does not have a clue what “big three” means, but it seems like some sort of pop culture thing that he’s not skilled in. He wants to text Garcia for a translation, but he’s also not too keen on telling her how he came across Y/N’s number.

Y/N: I assume you’re working, but I'm kind of impatient so I’ll give you mine 🙃 I’m a Little Women sun, an Emma moon, and an In Cold Blood rising.

Y/N: Oh no….I hope my astrology didn’t turn you off

Y/N: Not that I was trying to turn you on

Y/N: omg Y/N please shut the fuck up

Astrology? Spencer isn’t one to judge, but he’s a scientist first and foremost. The idea that there is something written about him in the stars seems like ludicrous. He decided to ignore the other messages, particularly the ones with a little more than slight innuendo.

Spencer: Y/N- I’m sorry I just got out of work. As for my big three, I’m not sure about astrology. I don’t particularly believe in pseudoscience. But those are good choices. In Cold Blood is an excellent choice. Capote spent years researching the case. In fact his prose and technique inspired the entire “Nonfiction novel” genre. The world of journalism and true crime would not be where it is without Capote’s work.

Y/N: Oh my god. You are a total nerd. 🙀

That stops Spencer right in his tracks. He’s only a couple of yards away from the Volvo at this point, but somehow it feels a million miles away. You are a total nerd. The words replay in his mind as the small gray bubbles pop up again. Spencer can feel his heart constrict at Y/N’s words. It’s ridiculous, he’s nearly 34 and is getting upset that a stranger called him a nerd. Spencer unlocks his car and tosses his go bag, phone included onto the passenger seat.

After a couple of minutes his phone buzzes again. He’s half tempted to answer it, but the way his heart seems to beat faster tells him to ignore it.

Y/N: I fucking love it and I think you’ll love this too

Spencer’s entire demeanor changes as he reads the message. He’s always had difficulties reading emotion in writing, especially when he can’t analyze the handwriting. Sometimes, it’s even harder to judge inflection during conversations. Maybe that is why Spencer has spent all this time studying people, studying the way that their minds work. Before he can get too lost in his thoughts, another message pops up.

Y/N: Meet Capote and Second Cat

Y/N: They are the loves of my life

Spencer: They are very...distinguished looking. Capote is an excellent name choice then. Second Cat is also quite catchy.

Spencer hesitates before sending the message, he notices that Y/N uses what Garcia calls “emojis” quite frequently. He assumes that it’s some sort of “texting lingo” that expresses emotion in small graphics. Great, he thinks. He already has a difficult time deciphering Y/N’s cryptic wording and now he’s got to analyze these emojis.

Maybe he should profile her. He re-reads the message and settles on a “😄” because he figures that he can’t go wrong with offering Y/N a smile.

Spencer: I don’t have a cat, but when I was a kid I always wanted one, they’re quite good companions for those that live several different kinds of lifestyles. From active to sedentary, they are adaptable and independent. Honestly they are the perfect pet.

Y/N: Is this your way of telling you’re a crazy cat man? 😜 🙀

Spencer, still sitting in his car that’s parked in the parking lot, chuckles at Y/N’s response to his message. Maybe it’s just easier to ignore his rambling when it’s done through 1s and 0s and there isn’t a face to the words.

Spencer: I’m actually more of a fish guy

Y/N: Like a “I-like-to-go-fishing-and-post-picture-of-myself-kissing-my-catch-on-Tinder” kind of fish guy or...I can’t think of any other kind of fish men

Spencer, not totally understanding the obvious joke that Y/N is trying to make, settles on something that he hasn’t really ever tried: being himself.

Spencer: Not quite sure what a Tinder is, but I think fishing is terrifying and kissing a fish is something out of nightmares. But his name is Leo

Y/N: DiCaprio?

Spencer: Uhh, Tolstoy

Y/N: Good😉 ⚔️🕊️ 🇷🇺

Spencer glances at his clock on the control panel, it tells him that he’s been messaging with Y/N back and forth for nearly 22 minutes. He nearly forgot how tired he was.

Spencer: Y/N- I’m so sorry but, I just got to my car to drive home from work. I’ll text you tomorrow morning about the book club, maybe we can figure out some things.

Y/N: OMG Spencer!! you should have told me. I’ve been talking ur ear off. sleep well and yes please tomorrow we can talk about the book club

Y/N: Good night, Book Buddy 😴

Spencer wants to respond to Y/N, but he doesn’t know what to say. She seems to text so easily, and judging by that, she must be around Spencer’s age or a little bit younger. Besides JJ and Penelope, Spencer has never had a friend close to his age. It’s a strange new territory for him and he’s walking in head first into No Man’s Land.

He starts his Volvo, the check engine still lights but, reminding him once again to go get it fixed. Driving away from the parking lot, Spencer hands over his ID to Gina, the security guard. She checks his ID and gives him a tired smile. Spencer, as he drives home to his apartment, thinking about what books he and Y/N will read together. He wonders what kind of books are her favorite, if they have any authors that they can obsess over together, or if what she thinks a poet’s prose is.

The summer air rushing in through the window is nowhere as warm and as comforting as thought of Spencer finally having a friend that isn’t able to read the scars of his past in the text bubbles that pop up on her screen.

When Spencer opens his eyes for the first time that morning, he isn’t sure where he is. Sometimes, before he can stop his thoughts from travelling there, Spencer thinks he’s still in jail. He hates the feeling of terror that rushes over him but he hates the idea of being vulnerable a little bit more. But the softness of his pillows and the coolness of his cotton sheets remind him that he’s not sleeping on a hard cot with only a layer of fabric over his body. The light streams in through the half closed blinds, and Spencer judges by how brightly the sun shines in, it must be around 9:45 am.

He supposes that he prefers the way the sun’s rays paint horizontal bars across his face more than the vertical bars that cast gray shadows over his cell at Milburn Penitentiary.

It’s a day off from work, so Spencer didn’t set an alarm, instead allowing his mind and his body to catch up on some much needed rest. The nightmares have been getting better, but his dreams are still haunted by the way that he hardly recognizes himself anymore. Deciding that it will be a day spent in pajamas, Spencer goes to his bookshelf in his bedroom to pick out a couple of novels to read while he drinks his morning coffee and defrosts some of Luke’s strawberry pastries.

Before heading out of his room, Spencer stops himself in the doorway. He replays the events of last night. He declined to go out with the rest of the team, while he walked to his car he thought about the crickets telling the temperature, and he read over Y/N’s messages.

Y/N.

He promised he’d text her back in the morning about their book club. Last night, she didn’t seem to mind Spencer’s long messages and awkward phrasing. He still doesn’t really know how this Book Buddy thing would work, but since he found Y/N’s number on the flyer, he can only assume that she knows what to do. He leaps on his bed, landing with thud on his belly, to grab his phone that charges on his nightstand.

Spencer settles at his kitchen table, a cup of steaming hot Dark Roast coffee in a Captain Spock mug in one hand and, surprisingly, his phone in the other. He scrolls through the messages from last night, Y/N’s cat and emojis tempt a smile to Spencer’s face.

Not entirely sure how to start the conversation again, Spencer looks around for inspiration until his eyes land on a certain fish tank in the corner of his apartment. He snaps a quick picture of Leo and attaches it to the message.

Spencer: Good Morning from Leo & Spencer

Spencer sets down his phone after a moment when he realizes that Y/N is probably not going to answer him back in a couple of seconds. He takes out a strawberry pastry from his freezer and puts it into the toaster oven on a non-stick baking sheet. His thumbs run across the texture of the book he started on the plane ride after his and Luke’s ill fated poker game. It's a thin book of collected essays on the meaning of life. Camus, to Spencer, is a little pessimistic with his droning on about the meaninglessness of life. Though Spence has seen the absolute worst that humanity has to offer, he still has to believe that there’s a deeper meaning behind it all.

His toaster oven rings, altering him so that his toasted strawberry pastry is cooked. He plates his breakfast and pours himself another cup of coffee- he’ll need it to get through Camus’s section on Absurdism this early in the morning. But the flash of Spencer’s phone screen sends him reaching for his phone. Y/N replied to his message.

Y/N: hi leo!!!

Y/N: and you too Spencer :) Did you get a good night’s sleep. You got back late it seems.

Spencer, taking a bite of the strawberry pastry, ignores the burning sensation in his mouth. He types out a response to Y/N as he washes down the bite with a swing of coffee.

Spencer: I did, thank you. Can you tell me a little bit more about this book buddy thing. From what I gathered from the flyer it’s like a little book club of our own and we meet at the bookstore?

It doesn’t take long for Y/N to respond. The little gray dots pop up almost immediately after Spencer’s message is delivered.

Y/N: That’s about right! Is it okay if I call you? Kinda easier to talk that way 🤷‍♀️

Spencer reads over the message a couple of times. He doesn’t really like to talk on the phone and only does it out of necessity. He’s pretty sure that his voice is grating and his vocal fry is quite irritating. Yet, he finds himself replying “yes” to Y/N. Soon enough, his phone buzzes in his hand and Spencer has to remind himself how to pick up a call.

“Spencer? Um, this is Spencer Reid, right?” the voice says. It’s a woman’s voice and he can only assume that it’s Y/N, considering it is her phone number calling him.

“Y/N, uh hi. This is Dr. Spencer- I mean this is Spencer,” he says, nearly forgetting that Y/N doesn’t know him as Dr. Reid, but as just Spencer. It’s been a long time since someone has known him as Spencer.

“Oh great! It’s wonderful to finally have a voice to your name. So about these buddy reads. You seem to have a good grasp of what they are,” Y/N’s voice trails off a little bit at the end and Spencer finds it natural to fill in the silence.

“Yes, the flyer was quite informative. But I was wondering, do we read the same books or do we read different books?” Spencer asks, trying to restrain himself from scaring Y/N off. But something about her made him think that she didn’t scare easily.

Y/N chuckles lightly in the speaker of her phone, “that’s a good question, uh, I was actually going to ask you what you would rather. We can read the same books, or if it’s okay with you we can choose what the other would read for that week,”

“Oh really?” Spencer says, very much aware how his voice rises a couple of octaves. He can’t trust himself to hold back on rambling over the phone Y/N, so he resorts to using his strained, brittle voice that’s full of hesitation and restraint.

“That’s the plan, so whatcha thinking, Spencer,” Y/N says playfully, like she can sense that phone conversations maybe not make him feel at ease. There’s something so natural and silvery about her voice; it reminds Spencer of an audiobook reader. While he’s not too keen on audiobooks, he’s sure that he’d listen to anything she reads or has to say.

“Um, I think it sounds interesting to pick out books for each other. I tend to gravitate towards more technical books or even books that aren’t in English so, uh, I think it would be interesting to get out of my comfort zone,” Spencer says, cringing internally at using the word “interesting” twice in a couple of sentences.

“Well, as long as you don’t pick out something in physics or anything by Ayn Rand then I’d say we’re good,” Y/N says. Spencer thinks it’s a joke, but he’s not too sure how to respond.

“Will you still be my Book Buddy if I read 1 out of 2 of those?” Spencer asks, hoping she’d get that he is trying to continue the joke.

“Oh no Spencer please don’t tell me you’re an Ayn Rand fanboy,” she says, and by the airy way she laughs, Spencer ventures to guess his joke landed successfully.

“So,” Spencer starts, he never has made plans with people outside of his team, and on top of that, there’s something about Y/N’s quickness that makes him a little nervous to meet her.

“I’m talking your ear off, aren’t I? Please Spencer, if you’re going to be my Book Buddy, you’re going to have to get used to me talking a lot, especially you pick out good books, which, I already have a feeling you’re going to be favorite Book Buddy,”

For once in his life, Spencer doesn’t really know how to respond. He lets out something in between a strangled laughter and a noncommittal chuckle.

“So,” Y/N says, mirroring Spencer’s earlier words, “so are you free tonight, I can meet you at the bookstore..”

Y/N’s voice trails off and Spencer leaps to finish her sentences. It doesn’t feel like his interjecting or interrupting, but like he’s snapping a puzzle piece together.

“Does 7 work?” “7 is great, Spencer. It’s a date,”

Those three little words send Spencer’s eyes flying wide open. He scrambles to come up with answer to louden the silence that falls, but he swears he can hear a string of quiet curses before Y/N manages to squeak out a small “goodbye,”

Y/N’s last words play back in Spencer’s ears. He scolds himself for being so weird and awkward that the very idea of going on a date with him would send Y/N in a tizzy. It’s not a date, because Spencer can’t think about it being a date. It’s not a date because of the looming photo above his mantle that freezes his future in the past. It’s not a date because of the nightmare of vertical bars that haunt his dreams

It’s not a date. It’s so not a date because Spencer would call Luke to come over to help him if it was.

“Hey Luke,” Spencer says, trying to control the nervous waves in his voice, “no man, I’m fine, it’s uh, easier if you just come over. I’m fine, really,”

Y/N: I really hope you're not an Ayn Rand fanboy 😉

It’s so not a date.

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lordabovehelpme · 4 years ago

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A Day Spent Alone- Din Djarin x Reader

(This amazing moodboard is done by the wonderful @jedi-jesi !!! Seriously, I love this girl. She’s amaze balls!)

A/n: So here is the next chapter to Days filled with Love. I hope you all enjoy it. Please consider reblogging and leaving a comment, I love hearing what you all have to say. It makes my day! :)

You can find the first part here!

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“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” Nervously, you rub over your beskar covered husband.

“We’re going to be fine.”

“Are you sure. Okay so don’t forget the twins diaper bag, it has all the bottles. I pumped every second I could, so you should have more than enough for them. Also, make sure-”

“Cyare,” Grabbing your wrists, he holds your hands still. “We are going to be fine. Stop stressing about it. We will only be gone for a day and a half at most.”

“Remind me why I can’t come.”

“Because you do too much and need some alone time.”

“But I like family time!” Pouting you lean into his body.

His hands release your own and move to rub your back. “I know you do, but everyone needs a day to themselves. Look at me.” Lifting your chin you peer into his visor. “We will be back tomorrow aftertoon and nothing is going to happen while we are gone. Okay?” Nodding you look down at your feet. “Come on mesh’la, I need to hear you say it. Okay?”

“Okay.” You can’t mask the sorrow in your voice, even when the introvert in you screams out in delight.

He raises his helmet from his head and presses one last kiss to your lips. It’s not a fast lustful kiss, but rather a timeless portrayal of his devotion to you. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” Glaning up from his chest and over his shoulder, you watch your five kids wait for their father on the Crest. “Tell them I love them.”

“I will, but they already know it.” Giving you one last kiss, he rips himself from your hold and walks over to his ship.

All six of your family members wave their goodbyes and the ramp closes, making your heart long to run after them and demand them to never leave your sight again.

The crest rises slowly and shakily from the ground and you smile. Myles must be flying it.

Recently, Din decided that Myles is old enough to fly his own jet and that at the covert “three year olds were learning to fly so he is more than old enough.” You just raised an eyebrow and didn’t think much of it, yet here you are, watching your son fly the Crest.

Finally, the crest zooms off into the sky and your home becomes silent. What once was a yard filled with laughter and children has become a field of swaying grass. The only sound to comfort you is the soft laps of water that meet the shore.

Well, now what?

You have absolutely no idea what to do. Usually there is at least one kid in your arms while you are cooking some meal. You’re not complaining, you love being a mother, it’s just that… you’re always busy.

“Oh I know! I’ll catch up on that book I never finished!”

Rushing inside you plop yourself down on the couch under a nice fuzzy blanket, you open the book to the last page you read.

***

Finally closing the book after having finished it, you look up. Waves crash on the shore as the moon paints shimmers on the water.

A yawn takes over your senses and you're suddenly made aware of how long you've been sitting in the same position. Stretching your legs out, you lift the blanket from your form.

Walking into the kitchen you reach into the fridge and grab the patter of cut fruit your husband has left you. A note rests on the very front.

Cyar’ika- stop worrying and go take a bubble bath. You’ll find a new present on the toilet for when you finish. I love you.

Smiling to yourself, you carefully pin the note to the appliance with a magnet. It fits in perfectly with all the artwork and grocery lists that cover the once wihte fridge.

Taking the platter you walk into the bathroom that is connected to yours and Din’s room. Turning the hot water on, you look at the toilet. On it, rests fancy and expensive perfumes for the water and oils for your skin.

There’s a smaller container that when taken a closer look at, it reveals itself as the facemask you’ve been wanting to try. Another note in his quick chicken scratch handwriting waits for your attention.

Mesh’la- Yeah, I know crazy. I actually pay attention to your skin care. I picked these perfumes out because I know they will work wonders with your already sweet scent. In the closet, you’ll find my last gift. I would recommend going to grab it now. I love you.

Giggling, you practically skip over to your closet. Opening the doors a brand new fuzzy robe hangs in front. You practically moan at how soft it is. Hung underneath it is a new pair of pajamas, loose and silky, just how you like them. On the hanger rests another note.

Cyare- You probably have the biggest smile right now, and I wish I was there to kiss it off your face. But tonight is a night about you. Just you. No kids begging for your attention and no “whiny grumpy tin can” either. Enjoy your time alone. I love you so much. P.S. I want to see you in these pajamas when I get home.

Setting his note on your dresser you grab the clothes from their hanger and bring them into the bathroom with you. The scent of lavender and honey floods the tiled room as you pour the perfumes into the steaming water.

Shrugging off your clothes you step one foot into the water, perfect temperature. Your other foot follows and soon your chest is under the surface. Every muscle relaxes and you lean your head back, allowing a long overdue sigh to be released.

***

Birds chirp and sing as the sun rises. Your eyelids flutter open and your heart swells at the thought of your family coming home today.

Walking down the stairs, the house is bright and the various indoor plants you have seem more alive than ever. Looking out the large window of the living room, light dances over the lake’s surface.

You can still hardly believe that this land belongs to your family. No more flying around with the Crest being your only home. No more cramped sleeping quarters with no room to spread your limbs. No more crappy camping stove.

Now you’re a woman with two stoves! And a house that has more windows than you’ve ever seen before. And a place to call home for your family to thrive.

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You’ve spent all morning laying on the beach and soaking the sun up. Where could they be?

It’s too quiet without them running around, it was nice at first, but now you miss their voices.

As if on cue, the Crest flys over the horizon and you gasp. Your heart jumps and a smile breaks out onto your face. Rushing out the door, you wait for your family to arrive.

Slowly, the ship lands and you can see Myles on Din’s lap in the cockpit. His little hands grasp the yoke and under his helmet you know his eyebrows are scrunched together in concentration.

As the feet touch the ground, the hatch clicks and starts to fall. “MOMMY!” Reeza yells out and she jumps down from the hatch. Her little feet carry her as fast as she can over to you.

Falling onto your knees and opening your arms, she slams into your embrace. Your arms wrap around her and cradle her further into your hold.

“Mommy I missed you!”

“I missed you too sweetheart.”

“GAH!” Looking up you watch as Grogu scurries down the opened hatch and runs over to you. As fast as he can, he makes his way over to you.

Opening one of your arms, you scoop him up and pull him into the hug you and Reeza are sharing.

“MOM! Did you see me? Dad let me fly!” Myles emerges from the ship and also runs into your open arms, helmet left on the ground.

“I did see you, you did great! I’m so proud of you!”

“I HAVE TO USE THE POTTY!” Reeza yells out before wiggling from your embrace and rushing into the house.

Laughing you just tuck Myles and Grogu further into your neck. “I missed you guys so much.”

“Did you have fun by yourself Mommy?”

“You know, I really didn’t. It was nice but having you guys in my arms beats anything else.”

Myles leans back, his eyes scan over your face, searching and analyzing your facial expressions. His eyebrows knit together and he just offers you a nod before leaning back into your arms. A gesture so uniquely your husbands there is no doubt in your mind that he is his child.

“I love you Mommy.”

“Love you too.” Pressing a kiss to Grogu’s head you smile, “Love you both so much.” His large eyes are closed as his little fingers grasp at your shirt.

After a minute they decide that they’ve hugged you too long and squirm from your embrace, rushing into the house. You can only smile wider and laugh as Grogu follows his brothers every step. If only Myles knew how much his siblings adored and looked up to him.

“Where's my hug and kiss?”

Gasping you look up. There, standing tall as ever, is your husband with a twin in each arm. Isabet is curled against his chest as she sleeps, you’ve never met a child who can sleep as much as she can.

In the other arm Tobbi coos and babbles while his arms reach out for you. However, when Din walks closer you realize his arms aim more towards your chest. His little golden eyes are trained on the low cut of your shirt. Giggling you notice how your husband has the same greedy look at your exposed flesh.

Taking your son from his arms his little fingernails scratch at your neckline and he babbles. “You’d think I never fed the little womp rat.”

“He just takes after his father.” You brush away Tobbi’s tuff of brown curls and press kiss after kiss to his face. He giggles and it makes your heart swell with love.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Hmm, never full and always wanting a peak at my boob? Sounds pretty similar to me.” Wide eyed, your husband stops his hand midair as it was making way towards one of your mounds. Laughing, you lean up and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He growls and grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his lips. “Missed you too much,” he moves to nip at your jaw, “love you so much.”

It’s hard to stop your smile as his scruff tickles your skin and just from the absolute overwhelming feeling of being adored.

Isabet stirs and one of her eyes open. “Mmm… ma… mama!” Her arms fly in the air and she is suddenly wide awake.

Both you and Din freeze, your eyes meet and you share the unspoken question of, “Did she just?”

“MAMA!” Isabets small arms raise and her eyes tear up. Your husband lifts her so she is right in front of your face.

You attack her with kisses and your own eyes tear up. “Yes! Mama! That’s me!” Ticking her tiny tummy her frustrated tears turn into giggles.

“Good job, adi’ka, yes this is Mama. Can you say Dada?”

She turns her little head and gives him the meanest scowl you’ve ever seen. But when she turns back to you, her face lights up and a smile forms again. Your husband scoffs.

“Oh don’t be jealous, both Myles and Reeza said your name first.”

Taking both twins into your arms, you smile as Din wraps his arms around you. “I’m not jealous.” He says in his very obviously jealous voice.

“Mm hmm, okay. Whatever you say.”

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Next Part: Snow Day

Goodness, I love them all so much. If you haven’t been able to tell yet, Isabet may or may not be based off of Pero Tovar and I love it. She’s my favorite little grump of a child.

I hope you guys liked it!

As always, feedback is always appreciated.

Love, Lordy :)

Masterlist

Taglist: @ficthots @along-the-lines-of-space @jedi-jesi @coldlilheart

If you want to be added/ removed from my taglist- just give me a holler! :)

#din djarin #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #mando #mando x reader #mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #days filled with love #isabet is a grump and i love her

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s-n-arly · 4 years ago

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Hitting Peak Quarantine

I've never been terribly stylish. Most of my fashion sense was grafted on by my sister, bless her mad skills. What I'm wearing at this moment says a lot about my current situation and mental state.

When shifting the laundry I realized that my knickers could use a wash. I'm not talking about underwear knickers, but pants that hit my knees (though on any normal person, they're supposed to be capris); I've been wearing them a lot in the unseasonably warm weather as the hubby recovered from COVID-19. Naturally, the sensible thing was to just strip off said knickers and pitch them in with the rest of the dark load, while I quest for something else to wear (which I assure you would distract me from ever getting the laundry done if I did this in the other order).

That's another whole big thing. Most of my clothes are considered contaminated, heaped and hanging in the closet with no door (and I'm suddenly sort of rethinking the decision to remove the crappy doors seventeen-ish years ago), in the room with the man who had the plague. So I've spent the last two weeks restricted to clothes that were in the laundry room when he got sick. I have two little boxes in the basement, just outside my office, that serve as my dresser, while my son ditches his clothes under his cot and my daughter just flings hers wherever, because ADHD.

There's your base mental image of my environment, if your brain allows you to see images upon description, in which case, I'm so sorry. The lights are low, and someone took advantage of my utter lack of fucks to play Christmas music through the stereo on the lad's Switch. While checking in with work, addressing a stupidly long to-do list, I'm also herding the kids through their last week of the quarter. Someone thought it was clever to scribble all over a page and submit it as an essay with really sloppy handwriting (no one believes her). We'll see if she makes up that assignment (and the roughly 42 others that haven't been done) in time to pass any class other than PE. The other child is actually doing quite well, except for geometry. As someone with dyscalcula, geometry is my nemesis so I'm no help (not unlike, but in a completely different way than his teacher). He has a few days to try gain some semblance of understanding to pass the quarter.

And somehow we come back to the laundry, and my subsequent stroll through the house in my other knickers in search of something I could actually wear without risk of COVID-19 exposure. Some rummaging in a drawer and the very back of the closet yielded what seemed to be my only option, or maybe it was the first utterly utilitarian option and I lacked the energy to search further. I'm sure the sight would give my sister a stroke. It's not like I can leave the house until November 22, so who cares if I'm wearing a gray and cranberry flannel over an oversize off-white Chieftains t-shirt, paired with a purple and black Celtic knot sarong over black long underwear (because it's not exactly sarong weather). I've also got striped wool socks that do not match any of the colors I'm wearing classily tucked into the cheap gray athletic sandals that function as slippers now that I'm not allowed to be barefoot ever again. I think I rebraided my hair yesterday, but there's no guarantee on that.

Even fashion-challenged as I am, I can recognize this as a mess. And this mess is both a supremely defining moment of my pandemic life and an accurate reflection of my stress level, which I expect to level off sometime after I die.

#Essay #Personal Reflection #Life in the pandemic #It's okay to laugh #Sometimes you just gotta laugh

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chloeofgondor · 7 years ago

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Tagged!

I was tagged by @uncharted-delight , thank you so much!!

Were You Named After Anyone?

No, but my mum thought it was ‘different’, along with half the population

When Was The Last Time You Cried?

So Thursday night I was rewatching Your Movie Sucks childhood trauma series and thinking about the stuff that scared me as a kid, and I remembered Watership Down and the very thought of that movie stressed me out and I cried a little bit it was great

Do You Like Your Handwriting?

Nope

What’s Your Favorite Lunch Meat?

Bacon I guess?

Do You Have Kids?

If You Were A Different Person, Would You Be Friends With You?

God no

Do You Use Sarcasm?

What? No?

Do You Still Have Your Tonsils?

Yep

Would You Bungee Jump?

I don’t like heights and would probably wet myself so no

What’s Your Favorite Cereal?

Cookie Crisp or Coco Pops

Do You Untie Your Shoes When You Take Them Off?

If they’re boots I will, but for trainers no, I don't have time for that, I'm busy doing nothing

Do You Think You Are A Strong Person?

Physically? I am in peak condition and could destroy everyone and everything on this planet.

What’s Your Favorite Ice Cream?

This question was planted here to spark a certain argument, you all know what the answer to this is (though coffee comes pretty close)

What’s The First Thing You Notice About People?

Their face I guess?

What’s Your Least Favorite Physical Thing About Yourself?

I don’t like the shape of my face it’s round and gross

What Color Colour Pants And Shoes Are You Wearing Right Now?

Both black

What Are You Listening To Right Now?

My internal monologue

If You Were A Crayon, What Color Would You Be?

That really gross beige colour no one picks

Favorite Smell?

Coffee

Who Was The Last Person You Talked On The Phone With?

My grandad

Favorite Sport To Watch?

No thank you, I will pass

Hair Color?

Naturally, it's a real mousy brown but I dye it blonde

Eye Color?

Blue

Do You Were Contacts?

I have done on a few occasions but 99% of the time I stick with my glasses

Favorite Food?

You know I'm a sucker for my mum’s so-called ‘sausage surprise’

Scary Movie Or Comedy?

See both are a bit hit or miss, though I can think of more scary movies that I love than comedies off the top of my head

Last Movie You Watched?

Kung Fu Panda

What Color Shirt Are You Wearing?

Navy

Summer or Winter?

Winter

Hugs or Kisses?

Hugs

Book You’re Currently Reading?

I love to read but I've hit a kinda slump in life and haven’t really enjoyed things that I normally do, and as a result I’ve been halfway through It for about two years

Who Do You Miss Right Now?

One of my childhood friends who I haven't spoken to for 5+ years

What’s On Your Mouse Pad?

I don’t have a mousepad I use my trackpad like a real man

What’s The Last Tv Program You Watched?

Stranger Things, which I've only just got around to watching

What’s The Best Sound?

The Prince of Egypt Soundtrack

Rolling Stones or The Beatles?

Rolling beatles is a lot more fun but stones do tend to go further, it depends on what you’re trying to get out of the experience

i dont really have an answer im not informed enough just leave me to my musical soundtracks and crappy 2000′s pop

What’s The Farthest You Ever Traveled?

Ibiza, when I was about eight I think

Do You Have A Special Talent?

Overestimating my singing ability and losing my voice trying to sing certain parts of certain songs

Where Were You Born?

The South of England fam

I tag @solarsystemus @ohboyitshadoy @justacalgarykid and the bitch @lesbian-asajj

#about me

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raccooncityaliens · 8 years ago

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Rules: Complete the survey and say who tagged you in the beginning. When you finish tag 5 people to do this survey. Have fun and enjoy!!!

Tagged by @soundlessrooms!

1: Are you named after someone? Actually no I think? My grandmother shares my deadname but apparently that wasn’t the reason for it.

2: When was the last time you cried? I don’t remember if I cried today but yesterday YEs.

3: Do you like your handwriting? Actually yes. Not the prettiest but it’s unique to me.

4: What is your favorite lunch meat? Lunch....meat? Ah okay, googled that. Most of air dried ones. Jamon Serrano takes the crown. And smoked stuff. Horse and reindeer are the best but pretty expensive.

5: Do you have kids? Nope, and probably will never have whether I want or not.

6: If you were another person, would you be friends with you? If I was a similar person in case of values and crap then yeah, probably.

7: Do you use sarcasm? Very rarely and very obviously.

8: Do you still have your tonsils? Yup.

9: Would you bungee jump? Absolutely not. Just looking at that gives me that fear of heights vertigo.

10: What is your favorite kind of cereal? Umm recently that Lidl ripoff from the kellogs tiger cereals. Also the ~~fitness cereal~~ things that have yogurt covered things are pretty nice! Have almost exactly the same amount of calories so lmao.

11: Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Depends on shoes, some I just can’t get off without untying.

12: Do you think you’re a strong person? Strong but fragile.

13: What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Ummm normally like vanilla, mango, something...... Salmiakki too. With Ben and Jerry’s I pretty much love everything else but cookie dough.

14: What is the first thing you notice about people? The energy/vibe they give off. Hair, clothing etc. style. How they move and talk. Stuff like that.

15: Red or pink? Red usually.

16: What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself? So thing I like but is at the bottom of my list?? Uhhh maybe my legs.

17: What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? Black jeans, no shoes.

18: What was the last thing you ate? Liquorice.......... why 19: What are you listening to right now? 90′s grunge and alternative playlist

20: If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Purple?

21: Favorite smell? My partner’s smell. Some incense, like cinnamon and myrrh. Summer evening after rain. Lavender. Onion and garlic cooking in olive oil! Books in general. Wet dog, a bit weirdly, but hey associations.

22: Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? Umm either sis or the crisis center person.

23: Favorite sport to watch? FIGURE SKATING. Dance, different types. Gymnastics. Things that require strength, skill, and grace, smoothness.

24: Hair color? Currently pretty much black.

25: Eye color? Amber.

26: Do you wear contacts? Colored, but very rarely.

27: Favorite food to eat? Varies a lot. I just love pasta, parmesan, broccoli etc random things. Basmati rice. Cooked carrots, sweet corn. Well made fresh sushi is gr8. Tortilla wraps/burritos. Bunch of

28: Scary movies or comedy? I’m much pickier with comedy, so horror I guess.

29: Last movie you watched? STAR WARS EPISODE 1 that was painfully long and weirdly paced and dfuakshlagksjaf jar jar binks

30: What colour of shirt are you wearing? Uhh, black white and grey.

31: Summer or winter? Summer.

32: Hugs or kisses? Preference for hugs.

33: What book are you currently reading? I’m not even going to try to answer

34: Who do you miss right now? Sis, my previous psychologist

35: What is on your mouse pad? I haven’t found mine, but it had that famous Japanese work of the waves..... the material was pretty crappy tho

36: What is the last TV program you watched? Twin Peaks

37: What is the best sound? My partner’s sleep breathing when it sounds normal, peaceful and effortless.

38: Rolling Stones or The Beatles? Blaaaaaaag

39: What is the furthest you have ever traveled? Japan

40: Do you have a special talent? Ability to do magic? I’m an empath too.

41: Where were you born? Lappeenranta

42: People you expect to participate in this survey? Do if you want

#questionnaire #the tenox hit ghsdajag #good night

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variabels · 8 years ago

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SSB - The Academy of Hope and the Fighters of Despair Prologue

Fandom: Super Smash Bros

Rating: T

Warning: None this chapter

Pairings: None

Deviantart: http://fav.me/daz9brx

Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12368734/1/The-Academy-of-Hope-and-the-Fighters-of-Despair

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9789410/chapters/21983774

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A/N: Hi, this is my new fanfic inspired by my two favorite games SSB and Danganronpa. The first chapter is mainly introductions, but you should reader since it helps understand the story better. Hope you enjoy!

“Hope’s Peak Academy” It’s an exclusive academy, officially recognized by the government itself, it aspires to gather the most talented students in their respective fields. General opinion says that if you attend the school you have success in life guaranteed. The school has hundreds of years of history in which its top students got to the leading role of their professional field time after time and in which the school has expanded to multiple regions. Its goal is to raise Nintendo’s “hope” that will lead it in the future. This has lead some people to call the school the “Academy of Hope”.

To be accepted into the school you must be two things: “the very best in your field of expertise” and “still be in school”. Unlike normal schools, Hope’s Peak doesn’t accept entry requests. You need to be scouted and invited by the school to enter it.

And so here I stand. In front of Hope’s Peak Academy. The building is so huge and grand. The main brick tower radiates so much power with it’s surrounding gray towers. I guess those are the dorms. I can’t wait to enter the gate of the most amazing school in the country…

Oh, I almost forgot! Let me introduce myself. My name is Link. I’m nothing too out of the ordinary compared to some of the more famous students I’ve heard about. All that really stands out are my pointy ears but I’m not the only one who has them. Otherwise I guess I’m a pretty normal person for Nintendo. There’s nothing really special about my personality either. I could say that I’m a bit heroic but so are many of the other students. Even the things I thought I was good at aren’t that special. The class above mine has the “Ultimate Swordsman” and another student who’s pretty good with a sword. Actually I don’t think Hope’s Peak has had a year without someone being a swordsman. Anyway, my hobbies are pretty normal, I like playing games like everyone. I like animals like everyone and the music I listen to is whatever is popular at the moment.

You’re probably wondering how someone like me is standing in front of this school. I’ll explain to you what happened yesterday evening.

I was surfing on the Melee branch of Hope’s Peak forum. Yes, the school has a forum. It even has pages dedicated to specific students. I decided to look to see who would be attending the school this year.

For example, a girl was accepted as the “Ultimate Singer”. Her singing is said to be so beautiful that it makes some people fall asleep.

Then there’s the “Ultimate Plumber”. I heard he doesn’t do it much but when he does it’s really well done. To be honest I can’t see how anyone would want that talent, but I think he’s happy to be accepted into the school.

Someone was admitted as the “Ultimate Mascot”. He’s been on lots of magazine covers and is even the mascot of Nintendo’s soccer team. That’s really impressive, he’s managed to capture the whole nation’s heart.

Even more amazing, there’s the “Ultimate Bounty Hunter”. She’s often mistaken for a guy due to her suit and personality. It’s said that there are many professional bounty hunters that want to hire her, heck even the government wants to hire her. That’s how amazing she is.

There’s also the “Ultimate Driver”, “Ultimate Captain”, “Ultimate Magician” and so on. Nothing but people with amazing talents. There are also some others missing on the list. There are only twelve names yet there are supposed to be sixteen students per class. I’m not surprised about my lack of appearance on the list since I’m not famous at all. But what about the three others? I guess maybe they aren’t famous or prefer to remain anonymous.

So by now you’re probably wondering. How did such a normal guy like me get accepted into the academy?

Well, it turns out the academy recognized a talent I had. I never thought I had it, but that’s probably because I’ve had it all my life and it’s always seemed normal for me. No one else I know knew I had it. But I guess if Hope’s Peak noticed it, I might as well attend the school. I’ll tell you my talent now. I’m the “Ultimate Puzzle Solver”. Yeah, pretty lame compared to the others. But I guess I am quite good at solving puzzles. I remember easily solving a puzzle called “The Water Temple” in a video game, I live streamed it with some friends for fun. I guess Hope’s Peak saw it, turns out it was one of the hardest puzzles in that game. It’s said to be impossible to do without backtracking at least once on the first try. But I did it without backtracking once on my first play through.

I don’t really see how that’s considered a talent. I guess I should be happy I even got accepted into the school. I first thought it was a prank. But here I am standing in front of success for life.

I read the acceptance letter once again before entering the grand building. I was in the hall but… No one was there. I wondered if I was late but the clocks all said 8am which was the meeting time. Maybe I went to the wrong hall. I decided to walk around the school but didn’t find anyone. I look at the letter once more and decided to head to my class room. It’s so embarrassing to think that I’ll be late for my first day at Hope’s Peak.

I entered my class room to be kindly greeted by my new classmates. At least that was what was supposed to happen but all I felt was a strange dizziness. Everything became blurry as my vision was somehow being twisted. The next thing I saw was darkness. Nothing but darkness.

That’s when everything changed. My normal life ended. I should have realized sooner that this was too good to be true. There’s no way I would have gotten into the “Academy of Hope”.

“…”

“……”

“….…..”

“... huh? Where am I?”

I looked around and noticed I was in a classroom. I must have fallen asleep, nothing out of the ordinary I always fall asleep.

However the more I looked at the room the more confused I became. I’ve never been in here. This room had yellow walls and a big black board. There were desks surrounding mine, almost felt like if I was in the middle of some huge trial. I noticed no one was around and I checked the clock. It was five past eight, maybe I mistook the time on the clocks and fell asleep. I then noticed a security camera.

“Why’s there a camera in here?” I muttered to myself. I approached the camera to look at it but I noticed something even more disturbing. The windows were covered in metal plates. I’m pretty sure there weren’t any when I was outside. I knocked on the plates to confirm that they were metal. But what did the school need them for?

I got up and noticed a paper underneath my desk. It was a pamphlet with bad handwriting and crappy drawings of hands.

“A new semester has started! A revolutionary new semester awaits you bastards inside these school walls!” I read aloud. “This is plain stupid.” I told myself. I threw the paper in the bin and headed outside.

I decided to head to the entrance hall. I walked down the hallway thinking about what I had just seen. It almost felt like something out of a video game or a movie. For all I know the school could be doing a zombie apocalypse week or something like that. It did feel like a base you’d have in that situation. But the lack of people made it feel more like a type of prison designed to make whoever was inside go crazy. I took a glance at the corridors and noticed how the wall and light color changed in some parts.

“This is starting to feel creepy.” I said while feeling a chill climb up my spine. I decided to stop thinking about the mysteries of this school and continued my journey. I arrived in front of a door with an exit sign on top of it. I took a long breath and I opened the door.

Once I entered, I saw them. They were waiting and it made me feel overwhelmed.

“Are-a you a student here?” asked a short guy with an Italian accent. I tried to reply but I couldn’t find any words, so I just nodded.

“Well that makes sixteen of us!” said… A gorilla! I was shocked out of my mind. I knew there were weird students that weren’t human but I never thought they’d let a talking gorilla in this school. Next thing I know a country will have a gorilla president, king or something like that.

So these are the “Ultimate” students. My new classmates radiated an aura of grandeur. I looked at them and decided to introduce myself.

“I’m Link the Ultimate Puzzle Solver. Nice to meet you all. I… Um… I’m not sure about what happened but I fell asleep and woke up in an empty classroom.”

“You too? How strange…” said a blonde girl in a dress.

“Hey, you’re late!” yelled the girl next to her. She was really tall, about six foot tall. She wore her blonde hair in a ponytail. She seemed like one of those beautiful girls that turn out to be quite rude.

“God, it’s not like we had a choice.” grunted a fox dressed in human clothes. This school just won’t stop getting weirder…

“We should introduce ourselves to Link.” cried out a high pitched voice. It was a little boy with black hair and blue eyes wearing a cap.

“Before any of you protest. I think it’s a good idea to get to know each other better. We should all introduce ourselves to Link.” explained a man in karate clothing. I felt relieved since it seemed as though there actually was someone pretty normal in this school.

I already knew who most of them were thanks to the forums but meeting them in person was different. I felt like I had almost forgotten everything I had read about them. Before approaching anyone, I looked to the back of the room and saw a huge metal bulkhead. There was also a camera, I sighed and reluctantly accepted the fact that this school was plain weird.

I approached the angry blonde girl. She was wearing a blue suit instead of a uniform. I didn’t put too much thought into that and I started a conversation with her.

“I’m Samus Aran the Ultimate Bounty Hunter. If you get dirt anywhere near me, I’ll kill you. Nice to meet you, Link.” Samus gave off the impression of a socially awkward person but she seems to genuinely be nice. I hope we get to be friends.

I then walked towards a man that looked like the Italian guy I had met earlier but taller and dressed in a green uniform. He seemed scared but he was kind enough to introduce himself.

“I-I am-a Luigi! The Ultimate-a Little Brother…” he muttered shyly in an Italian accent.

“That’s a talent?”

“I knew you wouldn’t believe it’s a good talent! Well, I-I…” he didn’t finish his sentence and just stood without saying a word. I felt bad, I was surprised by his talent but if he’s the “Ultimate Little Brother” he must have a great relationship with his brother. I wonder what it’s like to have a sibling… Anyway I should go talk to the next person.

The next student was Yoshi the “Ultimate Babysitter”. He was a little green creature with a red shell on his back. Apparently he’s a yoshi. He seems familiar.

“Hey, didn’t I babysit you once?”

“How did you remember that?”

“I might babysit a lot but I make sure to remember every kid I’ve met.” He answered. We talked for a bit until Samus yelled at us for talking too much. I said bye to Yoshi and went towards the other Italian guy.

“It’s-a me-a Mario! The Ultimate Plumber!”

“Uh… Is Luigi your little brother?”

“A-yes! He-a has an amazing-a talent! I am-a stuck with-a this lame plumber talent…” he seemed to get depressed after saying that so I decided to let him be. He walked towards his little brother.

“Hey, Link! I am the Ultimate Singer known as Jiggles!” a small jiggypuff yelled while jumping and waving her little arms in the air. She was really cute that I just wanted to hug her but I resisted that urge by walking away. I kinda felt bad for leaving her alone but she went to talk with Samus so I figured she was fine.

I then talked to the big guy in the karate clothing. We had a conversation about school.

“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself! I am Ryu the Ultimate Martial Artist” he boasted. Yeah, no shit Sherlock… I kept that thought to myself.

The little boy from earlier came towards me and introduced himself as Ness the “Ultimate Psychic”. I just stood there staring and wondering if he could read my thoughts.

“You’re wondering if I could read your thoughts, right?” I nodded to his remark. “I can’t do that. That would be rude anyway but everyone always thinks that so it’s pretty easy to guess what they’re thinking.” I continued to stare in disbelief for a minute before moving on to the next person.

“Hi, I’m Kirby. Nice to meet you!” said an adorable pink puff. He was even cuter than Jigglypuff.

“Nice to meet you too. So what’s your talent?” I couldn’t remember seeing his name online…

“Uh… I don’t wanna tell. It’s my privacy you know…” the pink puff sure knew how to say rude things without sounding rude. Is that his talent?

I approached the blonde girl in a dress. She looked like a pretty princess from a fantasy game.

“Hi, I’m Princess Zelda. I’m the Ultimate Magician.” she had a very beautiful voice to compliment her beauty. But I still couldn’t get over the fact that she was an actual princess. I heard about a class having someone being the Ultimate Princess, King or something like that but I didn’t think I’d have royalty in my class. Now that I think about it her name wasn’t on the list either.

“Hello! I am Captain Falcon! Ultimate Driver at your service!”

“I’m pretty sure there’s nothing for you to drive here.” I replied to the guy wearing a weird suit and a helmet. He seemed annoying and obnoxious so I decided to ignore him, all though I did feel a bit bad. Actually, more than a bit. I went back to talk to him and he told me the story of his first car.

“I’m Fox McCloud the Ultimate Captain. And no, I don’t sail ships.”

“I wasn’t going to ask you that…” I was still staring at him… A bipedal fox wearing a school uniform… I decided to go speak with someone else. If I kept staring, he might get mad at me.

I walked towards a guy with spiky blond hair. I’ve never seen such hair, he must really not care about the laws of physics… He seemed to be in a bad mood, maybe he can’t stand all the mysteries? I’ve never seen him, he wasn’t on the forums either…

“I’m Cloud Strife.”

“Uh, I’m Link… What’s your talent?”

“It’s not like it changes anything to our lives. I’m the Ultimate Mercenary.” Cloud seemed hesitant while saying that for some reason. Is he embarrassed about his talent? I shouldn’t ask, he’ll just get angry.

I then went to talk to the Gorilla. He introduced himself as Donkey Kong the “Ultimate Drummer”. I would’ve talked more with him, if I wasn’t trying to hold in my laugh. I was still processing the fact that I was in the same class as a gorilla. It reminded me of a show I watched in which the police was led by a gorilla… But now’s not the time for that. I still need to meet two persons.

“I’m Pikachu! The Ultimate Mascot. Want to take a selfie with me?” it was a pikachu. If I had pokéballs, I would have tried to catch him. He told me that he had a friend called Red who was attending another branch of Hope’s Peak in the other side of Nintendo. I wondered if the other branch was like this.

The last person I met was a really tall woman dressed in a black uniform. She wore glasses and had really long legs. Have legs always been that long?

“Hello, young boy. I hope your English is good, otherwise you should go ask your mum how to speak to a lady. I am Bayonetta.” she said with her British accent.

“Is that your real name? Bayonetta isn’t an actual name, I think.”

“Who calls their child Link?”

“I guess you’re right…”

After saying that, Ryu gathered everyone to talk about the matter at hand. Seems like everyone woke up in a classroom and noticed the cameras and windows. Some people started to complain about some of their things missing. Samus said she had come with her suit on and Cloud said he had a huge sword with him when he entered. We also came up with some theories about the metal door and about all that had been happening. We were in the middle of a big discussion, when we heard a noise.

“Bing Bong Bing Bong! Mike test! Can all of you hear me? This is a very important announcement! All the students must gather at the gym for the entrance ceremony. Oh and, welcome all to Hope’s Peak Academy!”

We all stood there confused for a minute. Then some students went out of the entrance hall. Only five of us where left. We were scared… It felt as though something bad was going to happen. Why would the school do all of this? It felt useless to just stay in the hall, so we headed out. I passed through the corridor and noticed a red door. It was made of a weird material, looked like what you would find in a fancy car or chair… I continued walking as fast I could. I then arrived at the gym door. I decided to not let my fear weigh me down and opened the door as quick as possible. Nothing seemed out of place. Guess I worried for nothing.

“Everyone is here! Let’s begin!” the voice from the intercom said. I don’t think anyone could have predicted what would happen next…

A floating hand appeared in front of us. We all looked at the floating hand in confusion. In the confusion, I heard someone call the hand a monster.

“I’m not a monster! I’m Master Hand. This school’s headmaster! Nice to meet you all.” Master Hand exclaimed happily. The hand argued with some of the students and he started a monologue.

“I will start the ceremony. You will remember it for the rest of your life! I will talk about your future school life. You bastards are geniuses full of hope. So in order to preserve that hope… You will all live your lives here as a community for the rest of your lives. I hope you all respect each other and get along. You’re stuck here for life!” Everyone looked at him with disbelief. What did he mean by for the rest of our lives? “Don’t worry we have a huge budget!”

“That’s not the problem here…” responded Ryu with his arms crossed.

“He’s lying! This must be a joke. You cannot keep us here for the rest of our lives.” snapped Zelda. She look really disturbed by the news.

“I’m no liar.” He said continuing his monologue. “Anyway, I would just want to tell you, that all contact with the external world is impossible. That’s what the metal windows are for! To keep you from escaping. You all came here from your own free will, so you should be fine with this!”

Everyone went quiet after that.

“However there is a way to get out! A rule I call Graduation. You just gotta break the harmony of the communal life. Then you can leave.”

“What’s this break the harmony?” Kirby wondered and Master Hand snickered in response.

“Killing someone of course. Method doesn’t matter. Are you hope filled kids starting to feel the despair? Because I sure am! This school is your new home and killing is the only way out.” Master Hand continued laughing causing Ryu to get angry. The man grabbed the floating Hand and a beeping sound started playing. Samus yelled at Ryu to throw the hand, he threw it. A ball of energy came out of nowhere and the hand disintegrated. However Master Hand came back like it was nothing.

Master Hand lectured us and gave us all digital ID handbooks. He explained to us how they were indestructible and essential to our new lives. He then gave a speech about how punishment is necessary for offenders and disappeared leaving us more frightened then before. We discussed what we had just heard for quite some time.

“You know what! This is all a joke. It’s obviously a lie” cried out Captain Falcon unable to accept what had just been said.

“That’s not the problem here…” noted Cloud looking away from the others.

“The problem is whether someone here takes this seriously.” added Kirby.

After that comment we stopped making noise. Everything was silent. We just stood in the gym looking at each other in silence. We all started to think about who was taking this seriously… Who had the guts to kill? Who would kill someone just to go out? Who would be the first to betray us?

That’s how this new school life started. This wasn’t the “school of hope” I had wished for.

This place was… This was… It was… It is…

The school of despair.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the prologue of this brand new story! If you already know Danganronpa and everything that happens, please don’t spoil it to the others. The prologue is similar to the game but the future chapters will be more different. See you guys on the next chapter!

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