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nagipops · 4 years ago

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KONOHA ELEVEN IN A ZOOM CLASS!

FEATURING: naruto, sakura, shikamaru, ino, choji, hinata, kiba, shino, neji, rock lee, and tenten

WARNINGS: mentions of food

NARUTO

definitely has forgotten that he was unmuted multiple times

or his camera was accidentally turned on

you could just see him sprawled on his bed with a bowl of instant ramen on his lap and a blanket wrapped around himself

EARRAPE SLURPS!! rip headphone users.

sometimes he notices that his camera’s turned on and you can see him freak out and scramble to turn it off

but he accidentally unmutes himself too and so you just hear panicked yelling

his device topples to the floor with a loud crash and he screams so loud istg

the next thing you see is naruto’s face hovering over the camera in fear just before his camera turns off and he’s muted again

the teacher is so confused?? naruto should i call an ambulance

but when he’s not eating in class, he’s sleeping in class

too busy sleeping to leave the zoom at the end of class so he’s always the last one left in the meeting besides the teacher

always asks sakura what happened during the zoom and she is FED UP

SAKURA

enters the waiting room 15 minutes before class is actually supposed to begin

spends the next 15 minutes rearranging her work area, making sure she’s prepared for the day

sits properly at her desk with her hair smoothed down and her face positioned perfectly in frame

if no one else has their camera on, she’s the only one with it on

seriously, she ALWAYS HAS IT ON

and she never leaves the screen somehow

diligently takes notes, uses the “raise hand” feature every two minutes to ask a question

sometimes it can get a bit annoying, even for the teacher

but she almost always gets perfect marks

acts like in angel in class, but after class... no promises, naruto!

SHIKAMARU

this man can barely stay awake during missions, so during a zoom? HECK NAH

shikamaru is literally me,, half asleep during lessons but somehow gets amazing grades

everyone’s either pissed at or envious of him (especially naruto)

obviously does not have his camera on

and rarely ever unmutes

uses the chat feature to answer the teacher’s questions but this man is basically asleep so its so incoherent

“shikamaru, what is a hyperbole?”

in chat: “a hyeprbole is a exsaggerayed phras,e”

teacher definitely thinks he’s cheating on tests

INO

either a) daydreaming about boys or b) checking herself out in the zoom camera OR c) secretly fuming at sakura’s know-it-all behavior

the two girls definitely compete to see who can raise their virtual hand first

"ahem, ahem- sensei? could i answer this question?"

her voice gets all sickly sweet and sakura HATES IT

the two of them totally got caught insulting each other in the private chat

100% the type of student to rewrite her notes after classes with various markers and colored pens and pretty fonts and patterns and whatnot

loves doodling flowers in her notebook during boring lessons!

CHOJI

another strong contender for the Loudest Student award!

not on purpose though, he just forgets that space bar = unmute, and plays some jumping game in another tab (like the no internet dino game!)

also,, rip headphone users

c r o n c h munch munch munch

are you kidding this man's chews are loud enough in person, but with a HEADSET?! hoo boy.

has conked out several times during class

just imagine the name Choji Akimichi with a profile picture of a bag of chips light up with the green box around it with a thunk

the teacher and class is so confused

but then you hear mumbles of "barbeque... chips... barbeque..."

and you realize that the man fell asleep onto his keyboard

he sleeps through the rest of class

HINATA

shy bb has never ONCE turned on her camera

the only time she's ever unmuted was to say "here" during attendance on the first day of school

if the teacher ever takes attendance again, she just uses the raise hand feature

what if naruto-kun thinks my voice is ugly? what if i accidentally turn on my camera? what if the teacher thinks i'm not paying attention? what if-

poor baby is too busy worrying about showing herself on zoom to actually pay attention

actually gets good grades though and her classmates wonder if she’s even there

her zoom pfp is definitely just a purple google “H”

KIBA

has the CUTEST zoom pfp hands down

it’s a selfie of him grinning cheerily with baby akamaru

100% has his camera on the whole time to show off his pup

he loves seeing everyone’s faces on screen melt and aww at the lil big doggo

sometimes akamaru just walks in front of the camera and blocks kiba from view and you just see a massive wall of white fur on screen LMAO

even though kiba’s muted, you can see him and akamaru bickering about who knows what

or even play fighting,, these two get into full on BRAWLS during class

just imagine akamaru shoves kiba into his desk and his camera crashes to the ground overturned so you see the ceiling and the occasional dog tail wagging in the corner

seriously, can the teacher ever catch a break with this class?

the answer is no.

SHINO

his zoom pfp is just a tick.

a singular tick

totally answers questions in chat with proper capitalization and punctuation

shikamaru’s improper answers tick him off

“A hyperbole is an expression that is greatly exaggerated. They are used in order to create emphasis.”

has never unmuted in his life either

he’s so unfazed by everything that goes down in class that it’s funny

if anything the slightest bit RELATED to bugs comes up during class, in 0.00238 seconds this man has an entire essay about them posted in chat, almost like he had it copied and READY to paste

everyone's definitely shocked that there’s actually a human listening behind a tick profile picture

NEJI

a very diligent note taker

seriously, this man writes like a printer; perfectly even handwriting that looks like a font, a million words per minute

everyone asks him for his notes after the zoom because they’re so neat (especially naruto, to neji’s dismay)

he gets excellent grades since he’s so organized and focused

just wishes the zoom would be over so he can work alone in peace

really hates unmuting so he often gives one-word answers in the chat

“Yes” “47” “Present” “Goodbye”

has used a zoom reaction ONCE in his life and he has never wanted to crawl into a hole and perish more

it was a complete accident,, mans was just trying to open the chat to type in his answer, but in a cruel twist of fate he clicked on the 😂 reaction

and he just sat there for ten excruciating seconds in complete and utter shock and shame for ten excruciating seconds as he prayed for it to disappear

tenten would never let him live that down

ROCK LEE

Zoom Reaction Enthusiast

😂😮👍🎉❤️ 24/7

naruto accidentally unmutes himself? 😮

choji falls asleep on his keyboard? 😂

neji answers something correctly? 👍

tenten received the highest score in class? 🎉

akamaru appears on screen? ❤️

unmutes whenever he needs to, but he thinks the little emoticons are so silly and cute

otherwise, he is EXTRA FOCUSED and EXTREMELY DETERMINED to learn all of the things

he’s the first to unmute whenever the teacher asks if the class can see the screen share, hear them correctly, etc.

never takes his eyes off the screen!! he could be missing out on important information

I FEEL LIKE,, i feel like he would totally keep his camera off when he’s muted but whenever he unmutes he would also turn his camera on

so when he says a quick “yes!” his camera turns on but before his camera can adjust properly to the light he mutes and turns his camera back off so his face is just super dark for a split second LMAOOO

tell me im wrong

TENTEN

exasperated by this entire class

thinks her and neji are the only sane ones in the class and it’s true

wants to tell sakura and ino to stop competing and just focus on learning, since they’re the only other girls in the class besides hinata

plus she’s just fed up with all the lazy boys

takes great pride in passing every assignment, test, or exam with flying colors

teachers pet, but the quieter type who stays after every zoom and sends lots of emails regarding assignments and grades and whatnot (unlike sakura and ino who rub it in the teacher’s face)

doesn’t like helping other people besides neji, girl’s got a soft spot for him since they have a mutual respect for each other

but if you’re a handsome prince, maybe she’ll help you out!

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dontbeunraisonable · 3 years ago

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HC's of Bakugou with a famous partner - Bakugou Katsuki x GN!Famous!Reader

Requested by a darling anon :)

Warnings: swearing…, mentions of cheating (THERE IS NONE. CLICKBAIT BS ONLY), mind-numbing fluff, bakugou is a soft lover (it’s not ooc if it’s MY comfort character)

Word Count: 878

Notes: bakugou is a pro hero, the reason reader is famous is unspecified, bakugou and reader cohabitate because domestic fluff makes my lonely heart go brr :,)

This man would watch every single edit of you. Both the funny ones and the flattering ones. Why wouldn't he? He loves you. He wants to look at your face... And some of these videos are hilarious.

Edits of your worst moments make him cackle so loudly sometimes it'll startle you or any of his friends that he's with.

Anytime that one clip of you tripping and falling comes up he runs to show you.

"Babe," you whine, shoving the phone out of your face. "Please I hate that so much. Don't remind me of that." He just pulls you into his arms and let's you groan and shove your face into his neck as his whole body shakes with laughter.

All the flattering or cute ones of you he can download are in a secret folder on his phone. Sometimes he needs to see his lover’s face during work breaks. It keeps him sane. A compilation of your darling smiles and little giggles gives him something to look forward to when he’s dealing with annoying “extras” (lmao this boy kills me sometimes)

Anytime there are videos or pictures of you together he saves them too. Especially when it’s a close-up of the happy look on your face when you look at him.

There was this picture taken at some award event of you two together. He’s talking with an interviewer (and doesn’t look like he’s about to bite them) with his arm around you, and you are looking at him like he is the most wonderful thing in all the world.

When he first saw it he giggled. Aloud. You rolled over on the bed to see what he was looking at and he pulled you close to show you.

“You look like you’re in love with me, dumbass,” he said, kissing your cheek over and over and giggling more. “What a loser.”

“I do love you, stupid.” He laughs even louder, as if this was something he didn’t say to you on the hourly basis, and you push him over on his back to cover his face in kisses. “Don’t be a brat,” you groan, squishing his face as he whines and tries to flip you over. “I know you love me, too.”

He succeeds in flipping you over and then settles on top of you, ignoring your exaggerated groans and complaints of being crushed. “Yeah. I really do love you. A lot.” Then he kissed you sweetly. Again and again. You spent the rest of the evening kissing in bed, interrupted occasionally by him giggling and telling you that you’re so cute.

Soon the feed on his spam accounts is filled with you. So he can’t open his Twitter around you without letting you accidentally see videos of yourself.

“Oh! You called me a loser, but in reality you’re the one who’s whipped. Who’s the loser, now, huh?”

He ends your argument by giving you the most lovey-dovey face imaginable. “Is it my fault that you are the most wonderful thing in the world? How could I not be this in love with you?”

You have no choice but to croon “aww, baby…” and curl up against him. A small part of you is fully aware that he wants to win the argument and there is no way for you to win against that, but the bigger part knows he really does feel this way and this is how you coax this out of him. Plus now he’s cuddling you. You can flame him for being a lovestruck fool later, when he’s feeling more argumentative.

Mans feels zero jealousy. He’s not as insecure anymore. He’s grown up a lot and even though he’s not No. 1 hero (yet), he’s no less impressive. And he has you. He’s already won the game.

So when he sees that clickbait news article talking about how you were seen with someone else and they talk about how you’re probably cheating, he just laughs about it.

“Hey, baby, welcome home.”

You groan as you kick off your shoes and fall into his outstretched arms. “Baby, I missed you so much. I’m so hungry and tired. Can we eat and go to bed? Please?”

“Yes, of course,” he said, rubbing your back and letting you just absorb his touch on your skin, “but first tell me: did you know that you and Todoroki are dating? Cuz I asked him today at work and he said he didn’t.”

You started giggling. “Did you see how awful he looked in that photo? Caught the poor boy mid-speech. Coulda picked a better picture”

“Serves him right for making a move on my baby.”

You snorted and let him guide you to the couch for dinner.

In summary: this boy is so in love with you. Cherish his ass like he cherishes yours. He is so proud of his baby, who is so amazing that everyone loves them and puts up with massive amounts of bullshit on the daily. He can’t wait to give those gossip magazines something real to talk about when he puts a new ring on your finger.

Little does he know you have a box of the same shape in your office drawer, not ten feet from his own hiding spot.

Posted 2021 June 13

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fluff #mha fluff #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bnha

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thornescratch · 2 years ago

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For the WIP ask game, first of all, I feel a lot better about my placeholder names now that I've seen yours, but honestly, yours rock. I want to read any of these fics even for fandoms I don't know because they all sound fascinating. That said, I'd LOVE to know more about any of the FF7 fics, maybe jailbait? Or who is body swapping? Whatever you can share! Thank you!

Yeah, my names are... suspect at best. (Of course, whenever I do have a title in place from the beginning, the story will inevitably change enough over the writing period that by the time it's finished, the title often doesn't fit anymore. Maddening.)

Someone else also asked for Bodyswapping and Jailbait, so I'll just split 'em up. The FF7 bodyswap was just a "I bet it would be funny if Cloud and Zack swapped actual bodies for a while pre-game. And then you could swap everyone around and make it worse." Later on, there was also some vague thematic thoughts on identity and shit, since that's, you know, a big part of FF7 in general. Also, I'm on record repeatedly saying how one of my favorite character dynamics is characters who are awful at being themselves (Cloud) interacting with characters who are awesome at being themselves (Zack), so that played a big role.

Also it was an excuse to annoy a sane pre-game Sephiroth, which is always a big plus. It ties into another story I forgot I even had until now, where Sephiroth and Tseng have lunch together once a month, where they bitch about whatever their subordinates have done now, and play poker with their misdemeanors. Whoever loses ends up having to take responsibility for whatever shit’s gone down/is left in the pot. The winner doesn’t have to attend the monthly board meeting, and buys lunch for the loser.

"Aww. Cheer up, kiddo." Zack attempted to sling his arm around Cloud's shoulder, and had to get up on his tiptoes to reach. "You're in my body! Enjoy it! You've got all my height and strength and stuff."

"And all those felonies," Cloud moaned.

"Hey, nobody saw me do most of those."

"Look, just, just…" Cloud took a deep breath. "Please don't break my body before I can get back into it."

"It's in excellent hands, little buddy," Zack said, though the words were undermined by the way he had to jump in order to slap Cloud on the shoulder. "Don't you worry about a thing. I'm sure once we get that materia back, we can just make this all go away. I mean, if we can get it back."

"Right," Sephiroth said. "No one panic." He took another long look at the both of them. "I will go get the materia. Is it still in Hojo's lab?"

"Not… in a manner of speaking," Zack said carefully. "You see, Reno was there too…"

"You were with Reno. You let Reno touch—" Sephiroth said, and then broke off abruptly because Cloud was visibly quaking and Zack was shamelessly hiding behind him again.

"I needed him there!" Zack said, only a little muffled from practically jamming his face into Cloud's ribs. "I was getting rid of the cactuars. You told me I couldn't release them into Rufus's office again, and there are a lot of them and I wasn't going to make Cloud carry all those boxes."

"The fact you are in Cloud's body and only the fact you are in Cloud's body is the sole thing keeping me from either killing you or letting you suffer," Sephiroth informed him. "Now. Tell me about the materia."

"You are a true gentleman, Seph," Zack said, and Sephiroth very nearly flinched. It was just too damn weird to hear Cloud's voice and Zack's diction. "But, um. There may be, um. A slight problem."

"…Yes?" Sephiroth prompted after a long wait provided no further explanation.

"We don't have the materia. Hey, swapping bodies is super surprising!" Zack said hastily, doing a little hop-step dance to keep out of Sephiroth's lunge range. "I didn't expect that to happen! Plus, we both dropped our boxes and there were cactuars everywhere, so it was really crazy for a while. Then Reno wanted to look at the materia, and he was hitting on me because I was, you know, Cloud, and I was trying to get it back from him without letting him get to third base with me, and Cloud was kinda keeled over in shock on the floor, and shit just happened, you know?"

"I really don't," Sephiroth said. "Where do you think the materia might be?"

"Oh, that's totally not the problem."

"You said you lost it."

"I didn't lose it, I know exactly where it is," Zack said.

"Then where is it?" Sephiroth said.

"Reno."

Sephiroth raised one eyebrow. "So, now you're saying Reno lost it."

"Oh, no, Reno still has it. We just can't get it back."

"I have very little doubt in my ability to take something from Reno," Sephiroth said.

This was actually shaping up to have a more optimistic outcome than he had initially projected. It was never a bad day when he could inflict some kind of bodily harm on the Turks.

"No, you're not getting it," Zack said. "We can't. I mean, we literally can't take the material from Reno."

"Why not?" Sephiroth asked, only a little distracted by imagining the expression on Tseng's face when Sephiroth would let him know he was twenty points up on him in the department race.

"Reno swallowed it," Zack said.

That got his attention. Sephiroth stared at him. "Swallowed it," he said.

"Yep."

Sephiroth gritted his teeth. "Why?" he managed to eventually make himself force out.

"Man, why does Reno do anything he does?" Zack asked philosophically and shrugged. "I dunno. I think he usually does it just to keep people from having things. Or he was hungry. Or drunk. Or bored."

"Drug mule history," Cloud offered.

"Yeah, that too," Zack said. "He even swallowed my keys once."

Sephiroth mentally counted to thirty in Wutainese. "It's still not an issue. I can get the materia." He dropped his hand to his sword hilt, and he saw both Zack's and Cloud's gazes narrow in on that.

"Whoa, you know, you really gotta stop going right to murder as your first solution for things," Zack said, stepping forward. "Like, pause a little. Seriously. You know, he'll pass it in a day or so. Through one end or another."

Sephioth considered that, and shook his head. "No, it'll be easier just to give Tseng an IOU for another Turk."

"Rufus will be pissed!"

"It's Reno. He'll thank me, and also possibly send me an exotic fruit basket."

Zack ran both hands through his hair and scowled, another mentally dissonant moment of Zack’s body language when viewed on Cloud. "Okay, it's not so much I morally mind if you murder Reno because God knows he probably has it coming, it's just, he's still my best connection for… things. Like, special things."

#meme #fanfiction #writing #FF7 #FFVII #Sephiroth #Cloud Strife #Zack

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kevindayisafrog · 3 years ago

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Here’s a painful one shot of Kevneil in a perfect court AU based on artwork by @knandersonart on Instagram

TW - blood, detailed injuries, abuse, anxiety/panic attacks

“Try stepping out of line now”, Riko growled as he slammed his foot down once more onto Kevin’s hand. The sound of bones cracking had quickly given way to the sound of them crunching, as solid bone turned to shards. “Riko”, Kevin slurred as he swallowed down another lump of bile, “Riko, please”. Riko only laughed harder at the plead and brought his foot down in one last stamp. Kevin let out a bellied cry as the last of his bones tore through the skin on his hand, blood rapidly spilling over onto the locker room floor. “You’ll never be better than me now, will you? Try beating me with no hand”, Riko spat onto Kevin’s cheek and gave his hand a quick kick before turning on his heels and leaving the room. Kevin squeezed his eyes shut and willed the room to stop swaying as he clutched what remained of his hand to his chest. His mind replayed Riko’s words with feverish images of Kevin’s future; he’d never play again and he’d let his mom down. All he wanted to do was play a stupid game that she made up and now she was gone and he couldn’t make her proud anymore. Kevin let out a roar of pain as he made to get to his feet but the room was spinning and he quickly came crashing down to his knees, his hands springing out to catch himself. “Kevin?”, a muffled voice echoed through the locker room making Kevin feel the sick crawl uncontrollably up his throat. “Kevin, what happened?”, the voice sat next to him and squeezed his shoulder with a fierce grip. Kevin turned to look up at the voice and let out a whimper as Neil looked down at him in concern. “N-“, Kevin made to speak but that was enough for the bile to threaten to escape so he clamped his mouth shut; barely turning away as he emptied his stomach onto the floor. “It’s alright, I’m here”, Neil kneeled beside Kevin and rubbed circles into his lower back, resting his forehead against his trembling shoulder. “It’s over”, Kevin whispered as he stared absently at the contents of his own stomach. Neil shot his head back and glared at Kevin’s profile, a frown deeply forming, “what do you mean ‘it’s over’? With us..or- shit, Kevin!”, Neil’s eyes drifted to Kevin’s hand and back up to his vacant eyes, “did he do this?” Kevin didn’t answer as he watched his future shatter into sharp shards that tore his chest open and squeezed his lungs shut. “Kevin, look at me”, Neil carefully placed his hands either side of Kevin’s face and carefully turned his head to look at him, “did Riko fucking do this? And I don’t want you to lie this time”. Neil’s voice was venomous, an odd comfort that brought Kevin back to his senses. “Yeah, he-he didn’t like that I’m better than him”, he let out a weak laugh before breaking down and dropping his head onto Neil’s shoulder, “it’s over. It’s all over”. Neil clutched onto Kevin with all his might and shook his head, “you know that’s not true. You know you’ll pull yourself back up to the top, you’re so strong”. Kevin shook his head as a sob racked through his body, “I can’t, Testuji is going to throw me aside and I’ll be forgotten. They’ll probably kill me because I’m not useful anymore”. Neil gritted his teeth and let out a barked laugh, “they can fucking try but I’ll rip them apart before they even look at you”. They sat in the silence broken only by Kevin’s sniffles and shaky breaths before Neil cleared his throat, “look at me”. Kevin shook his head so Neil grabbed his chin and pulled his head up to look him in the eye, “I’m getting Andrew because he’ll help us but don’t fucking move until I get back, do you hear me?”. Kevin nodded and slumped against the lockers, watching Neil’s back as he slipped out the room.

He didn’t have to wait long before Andrew burst in with his medicated smile and manic laugh, “aww, Kevvie, did no one tell you not to bite the hand that feeds you?” Kevin groaned and sat up straighter eyeing the first aid kit that Andrew was throwing from hand to hand, “you’re not seriously going to try fix it are you? In your state?” Andrew cackled and dropped heavily to his knees in front of Kevin, “Aaron’s studying to be a doctor at Palmetto state, so that practically makes me a doctor too. I’ll help you”. Kevin snorted and looked away, “shit doctor he’ll be if he’s studying in that shithole”, he winced as Andrew slapped the bone that was sticking out of his hand. “I wouldn’t talk so snobbishly, if I were you. Me and Neil think that your behavior has been out of hand recently and we are saddened to say that we are sending you to boarding school to meet my twin”, Andrew smiled and looked up at Kevin’s confused frown, “pssst, it’s a joke. We’re sending you to go see Daddy Wymack at Palmetto”. Kevin shot his hand away from Andrew and hugged it to his chest, “I can’t go there, I can’t leave, you fucking know this! If the master knows I’m gone he’ll kill us all, Andrew. What the fuck are you and Neil thinking? And plus what if Coach Wymack turns me away? I cant just turn up at his doorstop and be like he-“. Andrew stuffed a ball of bandages into Kevin’s mouth and pulled his hand away so he could finish cleaning and dressing it, “you’re rambling and I wasn’t really listening, so I didn’t see the point in you wasting good oxygen”. Kevin tried to spit the bandages out but they were shoved too far back for his tongue to reach, “I hate you”, he muffled. Neil ran back into the room with his old battered duffel bag bursting at the seams with what looked liked clothes, “for fuck’s sake, Andrew. This isn’t caring for someone, it’s like you’ve taken him hostage”. Andrew shrugged and pulled a bottle of whiskey out from where he was hiding it in his jacket, “this might hurt”. Kevin’s muffled scream of pain made Andrew laugh as he rubbed the alcohol across the wound, “scream if you want me to press harder”. He held one hand up to his ear as Kevin screamed harder at the pain before pressed his thumb onto the bone. “Right, you’ve had your giggles, now fucking stop before he passes out”, Neil snapped as he slapped Andrew’s shoulder. Andrew shrugged before letting go of Kevin’s hand and began dabbing antiseptic cream lightly across the skin, “this will need stitches and, believe it or not, I’m not a doctor so I can’t do it”. Kevin whimpered and glared at Neil who rummaged through the first aid kit and pulled out dental floss. “It’ll work for now, but when you drop him off at the airport make sure that he calls the Coach at Palmetto, they’ll get him to hospital”, Neil handed a needle and the floss to Andrew who raised an eyebrow and took it skeptically. “If he gets an infection it’s on you”, Andrew muttered as he threaded the floss through the needle. “Mom used it on the run, he’ll be fine”, Neil moved to sit beside Kevin and he grabbed his good hand, rubbing his thumb across the knuckles, “trust me”. Kevin looked down at the redhead beside him and nodded, “I trust you”, he muffled, trying not to gag on the bandages. Neil pulled the bandages out of his mouth and brushed their lips together, “you’ll be okay”.

Kevin let Andrew pull him up when his hand was done being wrapped, now smelling of a mixture of whiskey and mint, making his stomach churn uncomfortably. “Right let’s go”, Andrew picked Neil’s duffel bag off the floor and hauled it onto his shoulder as he left the locker room, rightfully assuming that they were following behind. They made their way to the steps leading out of the nest when Kevin realized that Neil wasn’t behind him. “Wait”, he reached his right hand out and tugged on the bag strap, pulling Andrew off the bottom step, “we need to wait for Neil”. Andrew stared up at him and cracked his manic smile, “oh, did lover boy not tell you? He’s not coming, I’m dropping you off at the airport and then you’re on your own”. Kevin glared down at Andrew before turning on his heels and running back to the locker room where Neil was cleaning up the blood from the floor. “Tell me Andrew is just being a dick”, Kevin stood over Neil and pulled the washcloth from his hand. “I’m not going, Kevin, you know I can’t”, Neil stood up slowly and turned to look up at his trembling boyfriend. “Bullshit, why can’t you go?”, Kevin held tightly onto the cloth to stop his panic from shaking his hands. Neil sighed and shook his head as if Kevin were being the unreasonable one and placed his bleach covered hands either side of Kevin’s face, “this is your only chance in getting out of here. If we all go with you, you might not succeed and you know what the master’ll do to you. I don’t want you getting hurt more than you already are”. Kevin scoffed and tried to pull his head away but Neil tightened his grip, “stop being a dick and come with me”, the fear was beginning to make his voice shake and he hated how whiny he sounded. He didn’t want to lose Neil, he was the only thing that kept him going, that kept him sane in this hell. He knew that leaving the nest and leaving everyone behind would create a crack in their relationship, a crack that could easily turn to a break. Kevin placed his shaking hand on top of Neil’s and let his hot tears fall, “please, don’t make me go alone. I don’t want to leave you”. Neil grit his teeth and dropped his head, making to drop his hands but Kevin held them in place, “stop being a child, Kevin, you can’t always get what you want”, he whispered, his own hurt lacing his words. Neil didn’t want to let Kevin go alone either, but he needed him to be safe and this was the only way; the only way to keep his Kevin from being hurt further. “Neil..we can go together, you’ve got hiding skills and we’ll just run. We’ll never come back and-“, Kevin broke off as Neil pulled him down into a tear filled kiss. “Shut up”, Neil muttered into the kiss that was more a kiss of goodbye than one of love. He pulled away first and dropped his hands, turning his back on Kevin, “you need to leave before it’s too late. I got Jean to distract Riko, but he’s bound to know that something is wrong”. Kevin stared at Neil’s back and let out a shaky sob, “please don’t make me go alone, I hate being alone”. Neil dropped his shoulders and turned back to face Kevin, “we’ll see each other soon, I promise, just wait”, he pressed one last goodbye kiss against Kevin’s lips before pushing him out of the locker room. Kevin hesitated for a moment before turning and running back to meet Andrew who was leaning against a wall, just the orange glow of his cigarette visible, “come on then, Romeo, let’s get you out of here”, Andrew flicked his cigarette onto the black carpet and made his way up the steps. Kevin stamped the cigarette out and looked over his shoulder once more to look for Neil before following Andrew out and into the cold night.

#aftg #aftg trilogy #kevin day #nora sakavic #tfc #all for the game #neil josten #aaron minyard #aftg textpost #kevaaron #kevneil #andrew minyard #kandreil

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volleychumps · 4 years ago

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Could I please request an imagine where seijoh has a cute first year manager and everyone crushes on her. Plus their reactions when they find out she’s dating terushima.

Aww yes!!!! I can definitely see a lot of the first and second years hardcore crushing on their manager, and the third years (minus Oikawa) being a bit protective over their cute first year. Thank you for the request!!!

All creds to the creator of this gif!

The Shock to Seijoh

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“Kunimi, come get pumped for this set with me!”

“I am pumped. Don’t tell me what to do, Kindaichi.”

“He says with no emotion whatsoever. Do you ever not feel angsty?” Yahaba quips as Kunimi’s eyes narrow to glare slightly at the second year, who sticks his tongue out as he remains unfazed at the harshness directed towards him. You frown, hearing the whole conversation as you slow your steps from walking with the third years, clearing your throat.

“Yahaba, what did I say about messing with Kunimi before a game?” You raise a hand to pat Kunimi’s back as Yahaba immediately changes his behavior, slightly embarrassed he had made your cute self do that thing where you puff your cheeks slightly with air.

“Not to...”

“Good. I don’t need my boys fighting when you need to be out there as a team. Did you forget that?” You raise both hands to pat both Yahaba’s and Kindaichi’s heads before offering the three underclassmen a bright smile, satisfied with their unanimous responses. You fail to notice the blush on Kindaichi’s cheeks, the redness on Kunimi’s ears, and the nervous twiddling of thumbs of Yahaba as Seijoh enters the court.

“What are you, our coach?”

“Was that attitude, Kunimi?”

“....I suppose not.”

“Oi. Little one.” Matsukawa motions you over as the boys begin to set their bags down on the bench, Oikawa holding his hands up to you with a pout, signalling he wanted you to help him with his stretches. Iwaizumi promptly flicks him in the head with an irritable glare as Hanamaki jogs over to where you now stood with Hanamaki, helping pull Oikawa’s arms.

“Jozenji. We know about their players but not really about how they play as a team. Do you know anything?”

Shockingly, the upperclassmen watch as their first year manager they all took a silent vow to protect suddenly becomes nervous. Your usual determined attitude was now replaced with a timid one as you clear your throat, sheepish grin making it’s way onto your face as the team began to gather, causing you to groan internally.

“U-Um...they have sort of a wild way of playing-”

“She’s nervous.”

“What-no I’m not-”

“She’s stuttering. Iwa she’s stuttering.”

“I can hear, dumbass.”

“Wait, why would you know how they play as a team?” Matsukawa presses, looming over you like an older brother as you bite your lip. Dammit.

“Something you’re not telling us, shrimp?” Hanamaki uses your head as an arm rest as you shuffle uncomfortably, laughing sheepishly.

“What? Why would I-?”

“She’s deflecting.”

“Kunimi! No!” You say a little too forcibly as Yahaba slings an arm around your shoulder, leaning in to you with a teasing grin.

“You’re hiding something~”

“Watari, please you’re the only sane one, get these idiots ready to get on the court!”

“I...I’m also kind of interested in why you’re acting like this.”

Before you can claim it was your womanly time of the month in order to get a majority of them to shift away uncomfortably, the sound of the other team’s sneakers squeaking on the court causes your breath to hitch in your throat.

Well, this was a predicament.

“Yahaba, get off-!”

“Why so suspicious, Y/N?”

“Oho! Just what is happening to my baby over here?”

A familiar voice sounds in your ears as a pair of sneakers sounds as if their approaching, and you pinch the bridge of your nose. Great.

“Yoo-Hoo! Y/N, why is my cute girlfriend lost in a sea of men?”

You blanch as you find sudden interest in your feet, Yahaba removing himself from your shoulder in a confused manner as you feel a strong, yet familiar arm replace it.

The Seijoh team all immediately grew tense as the captain of the Jozenji team uses one of his arms to pull you into his chest, a quick kiss being placed on the top of your head as you find yourself too shocked to respond.

Was this seriously how you were going to tell your boys you had just recently gotten a boyfriend?

“...Hi Yuji.” You mumble, embarrassed as you feel the shocked stares of the team you manage trained on your connected figures.

“This your team babes? Are they nice to you? Why are they all gathered around you like some wolf pack?”

You look up, signalling with your eyes warnings as Terushima grins down at you, and you bite back a groan. The guy you were dating had no filter, apparently.

“Y/N...you have a boyfriend?” Iwaizumi, surprisingly, is the first one to say something as you nod once, still not meeting any of their eyes. Why did it feel like you were betraying them?

“...so you’re like, sleeping with the enemy?”

“What?! No!” You exclaim, glaring at Yahaba who raises his hands in defense. “I am not sleeping with him!”

“...yet. You’re not sleeping with me yet.”

You panic as Hanamaki and Matsukawa both simutaneously roll up their sleeves, shoving a giggling Terushima away as he pouts at you.

“You’re making this worse, Yuji!”

“Don’t keep me a secret then, cutie.” Terushima is slick, and uses your shoving as a way to use your wrist to pull you close so that your noses are brushing. “Shall I mark you as my own in front of all of them?”

You squeak a little bit at the unexpectedness of the motion, and Terushima is then promptly pushed lightly off of you as Oikawa grins, putting his own hand out to shake his. His smile, however, is anything but kind.

“Let’s just focus on today’s match, ne?”

“Y/N, we’re still on for after, right?” Yuji speaks around the captain, and you can practically see the irk mark pop up on Oikawa’s head as you put your head in your hands.

Terushima was such a little shithead.

“If I say yes, will you please get on the other side of the court?”

“Yes, princess.”

“Then yes.”

“No kiss good luck?”

“Yuji, I swear-”

“Kidding. I’ll get plenty of that later.” Terushima’s wink sends a blush straight to your cheeks as he spins on his heel, the wild boy offering a backwards wave to the Seijoh team. “Good luck, men!”

The silence that settles around you and your team makes you palm your face. Literally, why?! Why like this? You had found out about Seijoh playing Jozenji that morning, but you had strictly told Terushima you were waiting to tell them about the two of you.

“I don’t approve.”

“Same, Makki. Is he blackmailing you, Y/N? Does he have some dirt on you?” Matsukawa questions as you pat the back of a shocked Kindaichi. Iwaizumi steps forward after seeming to be deep in thought.

“I know a guy-”

“You are not putting a hit on the captain of the team we’re about to play, Iwa-chan.”

“Y/N...are you happy?” Kindaichi asks, and you smile a little before nodding. Finally, a question you could answer.

“Yes. He’s trouble, sometimes, but...I do. I really like him.”

The tension lessens drastically as the team hesitates. That’s all they wanted for you, right? For you to be happy?

“I still don’t like him.”

“You don’t like anyone Kunimi, but you don’t have to.” You reassure your fellow first year, feeling a tad guilty. You weren’t dense, you could tell some of the underclassmen were beginning to develop crushes on you as their manager, but you never would have guessed they might have been deeper than you thought.

“He has to pass in my book for you to keep seeing him.” Matsukawa declares with a nodding Hanamaki as you roll your eyes, flinching at the sound of the whistle, signalling the teams needed to make their way on to the court.

“Go! All of you! We can talk about my love life after you win!”

“If we win, will you break up with that douche?”

“Yahaba!”

“Okay, but at least consider it?”

“If I say yes, will you idiots play your hardest?”

You sweat drop at the simutaneous nod from all of them as you roll your eyes, knowing that you would most definitely not be changing your mind about Terushima.

“Yes.”

“Seems like you’re lying, but I’ll take it.” Kunimi breaks into a jog followed by Kindaichi as you take a deep breath, suddenly exhausted.

Terushima smirks from the other side of the court, winking at you once as you look away quickly, causing the captain to chuckle.

Terushima shivered as he felt the aura of the other team that his girlfriend managed take position. He had a feeling that he was in for a potential loss, today.

Let’s just say Seijoh had never once played with so much fire on their heels ever.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu anime #haikyuu seijoh #seijoh #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu terushima #haikyuu oikawa #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu aoba johsai #Aoba Johsai

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firefly464 · 4 years ago

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The Real World - Chapter 13

"Oh Im gonna take a small break and go easy on this chapter :D" - me the other day. i then proceeded to write the longest chapter so far for no god damn reason.

ALSO YAY COOL SYMBOLISM IN THIS ONE

Thank you @i-have-this-now for helping me with transitions because im a complete mess Thank you to @rivys for beta reading and editing!

Master Post

First - Previous - Next

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“They WHAT?!” Wilbur yelled, wheeling around to stare at the teenager behind him.

“They uh, they’re going to try and bring our Tommy and Dream back?” Tubbo repeated, taking a step back. “Is that bad…?” Hadn’t this been what Wilbur wanted? For their own Tommy to come home? Why was he acting so aggressive about it?

“Yes that's bad! Thats really fucking bad! Not Tommy obviously, but Dream?! Tubbo, Dream could come and break the peace treaty. He might start a whole new war, just out of spite. I cant… We can’t do that again. We just don’t have the resources.”

Tubbo paled as he realized what Wilbur was saying. Yes, they might have a chance to bring Tommy home, but at what cost? They would have to go back to living in fear, terrified that at any moment, Dream would come up behind them and try to kill one of them. He took another step back, shaking his head. He couldn’t go back to living like that. He just couldn’t.

Wilbur walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, crouching slightly so that he was at eye level. “Tubbo, I need you to tell me something, and I need you to tell me the truth. Where are they going?” Tubbo shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny. On one hand, he had promised Tommy that he was going to help him get home. He had given his word. But on the other, he couldn’t go back to living in constant fear. He just couldn’t. “The eastern dark woods…” he muttered, trying to push away the guilt that gnawed at him. He had to do this. For his friends. He had no choice.

“Got it.” Wilbur stood to full height, his eyes set and determined. “Go get your things together. We’ve got quite the trip ahead of us.”

~~~

“You can’t be serious. This is all you have? Why are there- why the hell do you have so many buckets? How on earth are you going to carry them?” George shook his head as he looked over the meager pile of supplies that Dream had gathered.

Dream just shrugged as he rolled up the bedroll he had found in one of the chests. “You never know what might happen. I’m just trying to be prepared.”

“Right. So you decided the best way to be prepared was to pack 3 buckets, but not pack any food or actual fresh water. You don’t even have a flint and steel!”

A snort of laughter sounded from behind them. Dream turned to see Tommy, snickering to himself quietly. When the teenager noticed that they were looking at him, he wiped the grin off his face and stood up straight, trying to look serious. It didn’t work.

“You know, you could be actually helping instead of just standing there and laughing,” Dream remarked.

“Aw, but where's the fun in that? It’s much more entertaining to sit back and watch you struggle.”

“Oh really? I would love to see you do a better job.” He clipped the bedroll to the base of his pack.

Tommy stepped forward with a smug grin. “Ok, I will, since I’m just so cool and awesome. First off, you need coal for torches and shit. Second, toss the buckets out. You’re not going to be pulling any epic mlg moves here. That's just not how physics work.” Dream grumbled to himself as he took the buckets out of the pile.

“Shut up, both of you!” George cried out, bringing the bickering to a halt. “Clearly neither of you have any idea what's going on or what to do. So instead of arguing, why don’t you just listen to me and do what I tell you to do. We’re on a timer, aren’t we?”

Dream and Tommy looked down guilty. They had forgotten about the 48 hour limit, and had ended up falling back into their carefree habits. “Right, sorry.” Tommy said.

“Alright, Dream, I want you to go and gather some water. Once you’ve got a bucket full, I want you to boil it and bottle it. We can’t have you getting sick from dirty water. Tommy, go and gather some wheat. We don’t need too much, just enough to make enough bread for if we can’t find any animals. I’m going to go and get the horses saddled.” George’s voice was calm as he explained what each of them was going to do. The other two nodded and quickly rushed out of the room.

~~~

“Alright I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve never rode a horse before. I’ve got no fucking idea what I’m doing,” Tommy admited as he tried to find his balance atop the large animal. The three of them had gathered up all of their materials rather quickly, and were now on their way towards the forest. “Seriously, how the fuck do people do this?”

“By shutting up and not complaining.” Dream seemed to have figured out how to ride his horse pretty quickly, and was now spending his time taunting the younger teenager.

“Yeah, well maybe if you weren’t so damn annoying, I would have less to complain about.”

"C'mon, Tommy, hurry up. The sun's setting." George said, while Tommy almost fell off his horse.

The three of them rode across the rough wilderness, as the moon rose slowly along the horizon. This was going to be a long night.

~~~

“We can stop here to make camp for the night,” George said as they came across a small clearing. The three of them had been traveling for hours now, and found themselves in the middle of a birch forest.

"Eugh, birch. This is literally the worst kind of wood." Dream said jokingly.

"Agreed." Tommy nodded.

"What? Oh come on, birch isn't that bad." George relatiated as he set up a fire.

"What?" Dream laughed. "George, have you seen these trees?"

"Dream, they're just trees. Plus, we aren't gonna be here for long. We'll keep travelling as soon as the sun rises." George rolled his eyes.

“Ughhhh, really?! But that’s so early!”

“Tommy, shut up. Stop acting like a child. You’re just lucky that we found a place to stop at all.” George handed both Dream and Tommy a couple of torches. “Here, set these up along the perimeter. The last thing we need is a bunch of mobs trying to kill us while we sleep.”

Both Dream and Tommy stared at him in shock.

“What? Do you guys not have mobs in your world?”

“Wha- No of course we don’t! I didn’t think that they were actually real here, holy shit…” Dream exclaimed.

“Damn… A world where you don’t have to worry about getting eaten alive in the middle of the night. That honestly sounds really nice.” he shook his head, trying to clear his mind. “Never mind that right now. I need you guys to set up the torches.”

~~~

The sound of a netherite blade slicing through the air echoed across the quiet forest. It had been several hours since they had set up camp, and Dream had long since given up on sleep. The events of the day had played over and over in his mind, making it impossible to close his eyes. And so, he had quietly gotten up and snuck away to a small open area where he could practice.

Over the past week, he had found that practicing sword fighting helped him to calm down. The simple, repetitive motions helped to quiet the intrusive thoughts that continued to plague him. He had started to grow quite reliant on it to stay sane. Maybe, when he finally got home, he would join a fencing class.

If he got home. No. No he couldn’t think like that. Pessimism wouldn’t get him anyone. He needed to trust Tubbo and Wilbur. They were going to get him and Tommy home. They had to.

“You know, you’ve really gotten a lot better,” said a voice from behind him. A squeal of surprise was torn from Dream’s throat as he spun around, his sword at the ready. “Pffft, what on earth was that?” George stepped out from the shadows of the trees into the light of the torches that Dream had set up.

Dream placed a hand on his chest, trying to calm his racing heart. “Jesus man, you scared me. What the hell was that about?”

The shorter man chuckled as he stepped further into the light. “Gotta keep you on your toes. What's the point of learning how to fight if you’re not constantly aware?” He drew his own sword and held it out in the form of a challenge.

“You are actually the worst,” he said, raising his own sword in response.

With a grin, George rushed forward in attack. Dream raised his sword to block the incoming strike, allowing his instincts to take over. He had learned that if he simply didn’t think about what he was doing, he often did quite well. And so he let his mind go blank, instead focusing on surroundings. The stars, the leaves, the trees, even the man before him was all taken in as they sparred.

“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” George asked, most likely hoping to distract his opponent.

Dream only shrugged as he feigned an attack at his friend's leg, only to come up and create a small cut on his cheek. “Couldn’t sleep. I was hoping that doing some practice would help calm me down.”

“And? How's your success rate?”

“Well it was pretty good, until you arrived and scared me half to death.”

“Aww, I didn’t realize compliments scared you so much.”

“Yes, I’m quite shy.” Dream couldn’t help but grin.

As the two of them joked back and forth, they continued their little duel. It had been going for a couple minutes now, and they seemed to be at a bit of a stand still. A rush of pride surged through him. In roughly a week, he had gone from completely and totally useless to actually able to defend himself. Now, he just needed to set himself apart.

His mind began working overtime, analysing every small detail. Quickly, he reached back with his free hand and pulled out a loaded crossbow. George’s face transformed into surprise when he saw the weapon. The bolt flew past his face, only just barely grazing the side of his head.

Dream quickly threw the weapon aside and pressed his advantage. Suddenly, the favor was tipped towards Dream. George was unbalanced, startled by the use of the crossbow. Still, he managed to raise his sword just in time to block another strike.

With his free hand, Dream reached into one of the pouches around his waist and pulled out a small sphere, roughly the size of a marble. With a slight squeeze, the sphere expanded to the size of a baseball. While George was distracted with blocking the strike towards his face, Dream tossed the sphere behind him. With a crash, the sphere shattered against the ground.

Suddenly, Dream appeared behind George in a shower of purple. With a sweep of his foot, his friend came falling to the ground. With a final motion, he held the sword above his throat, his green eyes bright with exhilaration and delight.

“Alright alright, you win. I surrender,” George said with a laugh.

“Did you see that?! That was so cool! Oh my god that was so awesome!” Dream exclaimed as he helped George to his feet. “That was so damn cool!!” he started jumping around the small clearing in excitement.

“How did you even do that? I’ve never seen someone use a crossbow in the middle of a sword fight before”

“I’ll be honest, I’ve got no idea. I have no idea what the hell I just did. I just know that it was cool as fuck!”

He shook his head, chuckling as he watched his friend dance around the area. George had never seen Dream show any sort of emotion before, much this level of excitement. Even though he knew the reasons why, he couldn’t help but feel a bit weirded out by it. Watching the pure joy flash across Dream’s face was strange. Still, it was nice. “You are such a dork”

He only responded with a wide grin.

A thought flashed through George’s mind, causing him to frown slightly. Dream stopped his playful jumping and walked over, his eyes now filled with concern. “Hey, you alright?” He asked. “Oh shit, you’re bleeding! Hold on I’ve got a few bandages on me I think…”

As Dream pulled out a couple white bandages from his bag, George let out a slight chuckle. “Do you even know how to use those?”

“Uhhh, not really? I’m sure I can figure it out. How hard can it be?”

He wasn’t impressed. With a roll of his eyes, George held out his hand for the bandages “Here, just let me do it. It doesn’t really hurt, I think it's just a small cut. Probably just needs to be cleaned.” Taking a bottle of water from his bag, he quickly wet the bandage and started to clean the blood from his face.

Dream pouted. “Well what if I wanted to help?”

“Then you can go and wash the blood out of these,” George said, tossing him the now stained bandages. “No point in wasting perfectly good bandages because of a small cut.”

He caught them easily, but otherwise didn’t move. “Nope. Not until you tell me whats wrong.

The brunette cursed under his breath. Since when had he been so easy to read? “I uh, I was just thinking about… Stuff,” he waived his hand vaguely.

“You wanna talk about it?” Dream plopped down onto the grass and patted the ground next to him. “Here, take a seat.”

He sat.

“Spill.”

“I’m just… Worried, I guess? I mean, in a few days, you’re going to be gone and… the other Dream will be back. I guess I’m just scared about what he's gonna do.”

The smile faded from Dream’s face as he considered what to say. “What was he like?” he asked after a few seconds. “The other me, I mean.”

“He was… Scary. All he cared about was the thrill of the hunt. The mask made it impossible to tell what he was ever thinking, which made it ten times worse. Of course, it only covered his eyes and nose, so that you could still see his grin.” He shuddered. “I watched as he blew up the gates of L’manberg with a massive smile on his face.”

“So then… why did you follow him in the first place?”

“I had no choice. When Sapnap and I showed up, he was the only other person here. It was either join him or be left out to die to the mobs. After a while I guess I just didn’t realize how cruel he was. He was a good leader, and super charismatic. Not to mention a really good actor. By the time the war started… I guess I just trusted him, if that makes sense. He had kept me alive ‘till then, so why would anything change?”

Dream nodded. He wasn’t going to pretend like he understood what his friend had gone through, but he could still try and help in his own way. “He taught you sword fighting, how to survive. You felt like you were indebted to him, right?”

“Yeah… Pretty much. God, its so stupid! I should have been able to realize how messed up he was. Why the hell did I not realize?!” He took off his round sunglasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut tight. “I was so fucking stupid.”

Hesitantly, Dream reached over and placed a hand on his friends back, trying to comfort him. “Hey, that’s not stupid. You’d be surprised at how easily our minds can trick us into thinking we’re doing the right thing. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. That's not your fault.” A stab of guilt shot through him. He had been the one to add George onto the server. If he had waited a bit, would things have been different? Maybe if he had acted differently on stream, or not sent the declaration of war, maybe things would have turned out different. The other Dream might have turned out to be a decent guy, not someone that people trembled before and feared.

“I should have been smarter… I should have joined Sapnap when he went off on his own.”

The weight of George’s words finally sunk in. The other Dream was a monster, a killer. He was the living, breathing version of the mask Dream sometimes wore in his videos. The act of someone who enjoyed the hunt, and nothing more. These past two weeks had been peaceful and calm compared to what everyone had normally lived through, and it was all because the monster was finally gone. But now�� now they were about to bring him back. They were about to bring everyone’s worst nightmare back to life.

What choice did they have? It was either that, or let the entire world get destroyed. Either way, the other Dream was about to ruin people’s lives. He sighed. “It's going to be alright, ok? We’ll figure something out, I promise. You’re not going to go back to living like that. I promise.”

Now, it was just a matter of keeping that promise.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years ago

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Graduation surprise; BoRhap cast x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey ya’ll well I promised this fic when I posted the Queen prom fic so here it is. Now I know it’s not as long as the last one is but I felt like this didn’t need to be super long. Also as another special little fact for ya’ll I was gonna make this a Queen fic as well but then I decided to change it to a BoRhap CAST fic since I hadn’t done one of just them in awhile.

So to all seniors whether HS or college, the class of 2020 CONGRATULATIONS I know it’s not what you hoped it would be but still try to find celebration in this pandemic, you all achieved probably the greatest milestones in your life. So stay safe, stay healthy, stay sane, and be happy :) Lot’s of love from me my darlings!

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Goddamn this year! Just when we think the new decade would be worth our wild, now we’ve got all this shit going on! First there was the threat of WW3, then the next month we’re dealing with wildfires in Australia, and finally to top it off why not add a global pandemic?!

The Coronavirus has literally been all over the news for months, and the fact that our government knew about it since late last year and didn’t warn us about it!? Then when they told us to be on lockdown, everyone starts hording toilet paper, hand sanitizer, and food that no one can buy said items for weeks on end.

But of course my main problem is the fact that I, along with so many other kids and adults around the world can’t participate in their own graduation ceremony. As a college student, I was just longing to finally participate in my final graduation ceremony ever. This was supposed to be my final chapter in school life and now because of this damn virus, that’s gone.

I mean yeah my diploma will be coming in the mail but I wanted my family to all be there to see me reach the end of my school life before I finally begin a new chapter. Plus my cousin’s friends said that they would come and see me and I’ve missed seeing those guys, I hadn’t seen them all since the Bohemian Rhapsody premiere.

I sat there in my old room of my house (cause since the University closed down back in March, all students had to leave the college campus and go home so that way we could reduce the spread of the virus. So I ended up moving back in with my parents) just finishing up my final paper for class.

That’s when my Zoom video chat blew up with my cousin’s profile pic. I grinned and clicked on the answer button and soon enough my cousin’s face took over my screen.

“Hey poppet.”

“Hey Gwil, how you holding up?” he let out a sigh.

“As best as I can. Though I should be asking you that, you are the one really dealing with this whole Coronavirus adjustment than I am. How’d you do on your classes?”

“For those that have said online classes are easier, they’re dirty rotten liars and completely incompetent.” He softly chuckled. “But thankfully I finished my last exam paper and submitted it just now.”

“Your dad look over it for you? Cause I know you’re a terrible editor.”

“Oi not all the time. Just when I’m lazy.” He hummed as he raised his brow at me. “But yes I did have dad review it for me. Cause before we got to submit the rough draft and my professor said I needed more analysis to my quotes on why I quoted that specific source. God I don’t know why I took that class to begin with?”

“Because you’re a criminology nut and you have been since you turned 16. God and I thought my horror movie tastes were bad.”

“Hey it’s good to be aware of shit like that!”

“Language missy!”

“Okay Cap.” I teased. He gave me his stern look which made me laugh as I fell to my side on the bed. “Oh by the way I saw that little dating app video you did.”

“And what did you think?”

“I liked it. Kinda makes me wish an app like that did exist in real life.”

“You not just pulling my leg on this?”

“No. Honest and swear to god you had me moved by your performance. Well next to you being Brian May of course.” He grinned. “I swear I still can’t get over when I first saw you in the full hair and makeup, I literally almost had a freakin panic attack.”

“And the fact that Brian was also there to witness that.”

“Oh god don’t even go there!” I groaned as I hid my face in embarrassment.

“So—now that you’re all done with school, what’s next for you?”

“Well any plans I had are put on hold till this whole crisis goes away. And I really thought 2020 was gonna be my year. This sucks!”

“I know poppet, I know. But believe me that it’s not just you whose affected by this. Everyone in the whole world is suffering exactly the same way you are.” I sighed solemnly.

“I know. I mean I should be feeling for you and the guys right now, I mean all of you are out of work till further notice. And all the restaurants that I love going to. Did you know that the little ice cream parlor you and I used to go to when we were kids shut down?”

“No!”

“Yeah, the owner couldn’t keep up the payments because hardly anyone was ordering from them anymore, even with online delivery. So she closed it down.”

“Damn, that sucks. I really loved going to that place with you. That was always our special little time together without the grownups around.” I nodded remembering all the fun times we had together in that little shop.

It was then someone suddenly popped into our conversation. The extra person now on my screen was none other than Joe Mazzello.

“Hey Gwil, mini-Lee!”

“Hello Joe.” Answered Gwil.

“Hey Joe been a long time.”

“How you two holding up?” he asked us.

“As best as we can, how about you? I’ve seen those Youtube videos you’ve been doing on your page.” Gwil said.

“You know those were jokes, especially that last one. I just wanted to get a laugh out of everyone, or have them hate me.”

“No one could hate you Joey.” I said with a smile.

“Aww thanks mini-Lee. How’s classes been?” I let out a groan as I once again flopped on my bed which made Joe laugh.

“I am just thankful that this is all over. At first I thought online classes would be easy but one of my professors was technology challenged. Another one would sometimes forget to do a lesson, and then of course blackboard could barely operate long enough for me to submit an assignment which caused some of them to be late.”

“Well like you said it’s over now.” Joe assured me.

“Oh hey I saw that Jurassic Park livestream you did.”

“Oh did you? How come I didn’t see you submit a question or just say hello? I’ve seen your Youtube page so I know your username by heart.”

“Cause I may or may not have also been working on a project. But chose the livestream over the project.”

“Nice going Joe, you’ve turned my cousin into a procrastinator.” Gwil complained.

“Hey at least she has Jurassic Park unlike you Gwilym Lee! Serious shame on you for not owning it! This is why mini-Lee is the coolest out of the two of you.” I snarked out a mock laugh as I stuck my tongue out.

“Ganging up against me okay I see how it is you two.”

“Oh come now cousin dear, we’re just messing around.”

“Messing around? If we’re messing with Gwil then I want a part of it.” Soon another picture came up and there lying on his side was Ben Hardy.

“Benjamin!” Joe screamed joyously.

“Hi Ben.” I sung out.

“Hey (y/n).” he waved at me with a wink. “Now going back to teasing Gwilym.”

“You guys are officially gonna be blocked right after this.” My cousin groaned. We all laughed when I told him.

“Again cousin, we’re teasing you. So Ben, what brings you here?”

“What can’t I pop in and say hello?” I giggled.

“I see nothing wrong with it. Oh hey get this; I finally got around to watching 6 Underground.”

“And what did you think of it?”

“The first 10 minutes were insane! And truthfully I never really understood Michael Bay films, but this one—definitely my favorite. I loved it Ben, really.”

“Well thank you (n/n). Thank you.”

“Never did I think I needed to see both you and Ryan Reynolds on screen together….”

“Whoa okay easy there (n/n)!” Joe interrupted me.

“Oi you get your mind out of the gutters! And you say it’s the fans that make what you say to the extreme.” I scowled him.

“Trust me, I’ve known him for over 10 years and he still doesn’t grow up.” Another voice stated and soon two more familiar faces popped up on screen, stuck in quarantine together in LA were Rami and Lucy. And then a split second later another face came on the screen, it was none other than Alan Leech.

“Hey, Rami, Lu-lu, Alan!” I cheered.

“Hey (y/n)!” the three of them said as they waved.

“God I feel like I’m getting spoiled, got the entire BoRhap family together for the first time in like—forever.”

“It’s crazy.” Alan said.

“Definitely.” Agreed Rami.

“Maybe when this whole thing blows over we should all get together some time in New York.” Offered Joe.

“I’m down with it.” Ben said.

“Me too.” Lucy agreed with a nod.

“Yeah, (n/n), Ben and I could fly out together.” Said Gwil.

“I’m down with that. Now that I’m done with school, I can do what I want now.”

“So guys now that we’re all here shall we begin?” Lucy said.

“Begin what? Gwil what’s going on?” I asked.

“Well (n/n), when this whole quarantine shutdown and school cancellations started affecting the class of 2020 we all felt bad that you couldn’t graduate the way you hoped you would.” Gwil said before Joe continued.

“So Gwil called all of us up via the Whatsapp chat, as well as our daily zoom calls. To gather us all together on your ‘last day’ of college.”

“To celebrate your own Virtual college graduation party!” Rami cheered. At that point everyone either threw confetti, blew on graduation blowers, or holding up signs that said CONGRATS 2020 GRADUATE!!!

I covered my mouth with my hands speechless and tried to hold back the tears.

“Ohh you guys.”

“Since you couldn’t have a college graduation party, we figure we’d bring the party to you. See not even this pandemic can stop us from celebrating our Mini-Lee’s ultimate milestone.” Ben said as he set down his congrats sign.

“And also expect some gifts within the next few weeks, depending on how the mailing services do with overseas gifts.” Alan said.

“Aww thanks you guys, you didn’t have to.”

“We know, but we wanted to. Let us spoil you even through this pandemic.” Said Joe.

“Thanks guys, this—really means a lot to me.” I wiped a hidden tear that strayed down the corner of my eye. They all awed at me that’s when Gwil lifted up a small graduation cake.

“I know, I know this’ll be ridiculous but just humor me will yah?” I smiled and nodded. He lit up the 2020 candles and held it just high enough for me to see the top part of the candles.

“CONGRATS (Y/N) LEE! CLASS OF 2020!!!” everyone proclaimed at once which made me smile and I blew out towards the screen. Gwil then blew out the candles for me as everyone else cheered and clapped.

“Thanks so much you guys. Really, you have no idea how much this means to me.”

“We’re happy to do it (y/n). If it makes your day a little bit brighter in these dark times.” Rami said.

“It did Rami, it really did.”

“Well hope we can make this even better cause I’ve also got a part 2 to this little surprise. But in order for that to happen, everyone else has got to go otherwise you won’t really be able to see it as clearly.” Gwil said.

“Aww man.” I whined.

“No worries mini-Lee, your cousin added you to our BoRhap Whatsapp chat and I’ll send you a link to our zoom channel if you ever wanna chat with us again.” Joe said with a wink.

“Thanks Joe. And thanks everyone take care and stay safe.” They all waved and bid me goodbye with waves or blowing kisses at me and one by one they signed off till it was once again just Gwil and I.

All I could see across his bearded face was that cheeky grin he does whenever he’s trying to hide something.

“What are you grinning about?”

“Just the fact that I’ll be the best cousin once you see part 2 of your special surprise.”

“What did you do?”

“If I told you it won’t be a surprise now would it? Now let’s see, god I hope they get it.” He muttered the last part to himself. It took a few minutes till finally another screen popped up and standing there in his room was Adam Lambert. I fangirled in my seat and covered my mouth trying to contain my squeals.

“Hey girlfriend!” he greeted with a wave.

“Adam oh my god!”

“How’s it going?”

“It’s been going. Finally submitted my last paper. So I’m officially done with school forever.”

“Yaas Queen!” he snapped. “So how’s it feel to be a college graduate?”

“Well it’d be better if we weren’t in the middle of a pandemic.”

“Understandable, but hey you’ve worked hard for this so be proud of yourself no matter what’s going on in the world right now.” I nodded with a shrug. “And to celebrate your graduation, your cousin whipped up another little surprise for you.”

“Oh my god Gwil you didn’t!” I gasped. He merely raised a brow at me cheekily as he bit his lip back from a smile.

“Hey guys you there?!” Adam called out and soon enough two more screens came on and the picture revealed to be both Brian May and Roger Taylor. Brian sitting on his couch while Roger looked to be in his basement with his drumkit.

At this point, I had lost my shit. I was fangirling to the max at this rate but tried to calm down.

“Hi (y/n), congratulations of graduating.” Brian greeted me.

“Major achievement there love. Congrats.” Roger added.

“Oh my god…..Gwil this is—how……”

“I knew you’d love it (n/n). Plus I knew this would cheer you up after our last conversation we had last week. You really needed some cheering up.”

“So guys are we ready to do this?” asked Adam.

“I’m ready to go if you both are.” Said Brian as he took his Red Special and set it on his lap and Roger twirled his drumstick.

“(Y/n), this is for you love. Hopefully when this whole mess is over, you can finally go out there and reach your dream job. Till then we hope you enjoy this.” Roger said.

It was then both Roger and Brian began playing the tune for ‘we are the champions’ but as Adam began singing the song, it turns out that they were actually singing their new song, ‘You are the champions’ dedicated to the first responders worldwide.

But now they were playing it in my honor as a college graduate. As they continued to play the song, I allowed the tears to flow down my face as I laced my hand over my heart.

God—never did I think that through this pandemic would I be happy. From having to never see any of my friends I made in college again, to not having my whole family come to the house to celebrate, or going out to party with some of my friends. But this—right here and now, my cousin made it all up to me all the way from London.

At this point, I knew that I was officially the luckiest person in the world. All thanks to my favorite cousin, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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lifeofclonewars · 4 years ago

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Plo Noon, Compet, Sinkspur, Dooffe, and Spewst

Part 2 to Wolffe Koon and the Missing Aliit Members (Sequel to Zoolffe, Stinker, Zoost, Gonet, and Glo Koon. I recommend you read that first). Part 6 of Pun Wars (I’d appreciate if you read those first, but not required for understanding).

As always, AO3 link is below if you prefer that.

Summary:

*hacker voice* I’m In Petition to get GPS trackers for Wolffe for his aliit

Jurassic Park I second

Keeling Over Same

Thorn In Your Side Definitely Sorry Boost and Sinker

T-Mobile No, I totally get it

Werewolf? There Wolffe! I hate you all

In which Plo gets lo-- er, sidetracked-- around noon, Comet attempts to adopt a penguin, Sinker spurs on the group chat, Wolffe makes a doof of himself, and Boost continues to spew facts.

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Chat: Fett Dynasty

Jurassic Park

Wait, seriously?

Wow, that was less time than I thought

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

Yeah, same

But we’re 100% sticking together this time

T-Mobile

Yeah, cause some of us can’t watch a 10 y/o properly

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

Boost

T-Mobile

Yeah?

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

Shut it

Think Outside The Fox

Lol

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Two weeks after the Zoo Incident, the Koons were headed out in public again. Destination: the aquarium. Buir insisted they’d be able to handle it, as long as they didn’t split into groups this time. Boost agreed readily, excited to put his new zoology book facts to the test. Comet was most enthusiastic about seeing more penguins. Sinker and Wolffe? Well, they were looking for a chance to prove their trustworthiness when watching Comet again. Even if they weren’t splitting up.

Wolffe had a feeling his brothers’ increasingly chaotic shenanigans from staying at home is what pushed his dad into planning this trip.

(Probably somewhere between Sinker and Boost screaming while threatening to re-dye each other’s hair and Comet sneak-attacking Sinker and causing them to almost stumble into Mom’s favorite vase. Or maybe between Comet trying to get Warthog and Meerkat to let him set Vandor on their backs and Boost reciting his zoology book up the staircase to bug Wolffe. Actually, likely after ba’vodu Alph’s kids visited one day and created more chaos in two hours than the four of them had managed to make in a week.)

The aquarium was across the city from the zoo. While it was smaller in perimeter, it had multiple floors, something the zoo was unable to do. Three levels in all, plus a sort-of-a-stadium where they held demonstrative shows, and seemingly more crowded than the zoo.

Given the space differences, the number of people was likely the same. But due to the closer quarters, staying together and not splitting up— intentionally or not— would present itself as a challenge.

The entrance had been filled with people packed like sardines. Somehow, the Koons had made it through without incident and then were off to the nearest bit of wall to plan. Immediately, Sinker slumped against it. Boost had been the one to grab a map this time; he took his time making a show out of unfurling the paper.

“This place looks sofishticated,” buir stated. More puns, because what is a Koon family trip without them, apparently. Not that he was wrong; the place was an odd cross between neoclassical and modern architecture. Like someone mashed Ancient Greece and the city’s downtown into one building and somehow pulled it off.

“Why yes, yes it does,” Boost responded with a dramatic flair. He scanned the map, then folded it up, tucking it under his arm. “We’re going to the sharks first because I said so.”

Buir leveled him with a look but when his other three sons shrugged their shoulders, off they went.

The sharks weren’t in the immediate vicinity. Instead, it was across the building and on the second level. A quick trip through the nearest staircase and a walk across, and they were there. A plastic reef greeted them as they walked into the exhibit.

Once inside, glasses lined both lines, holding a rainbow of fish, flora, and other marine creatures. Sharks swam about, minding their own business and going about whatever giant fish did on a daily basis. Some of the tanks only held certain species of sharks, while others (the larger ones) held a wide array.

Informative signs stood wedged in corners and in front of the glass. Comet spent his time pointing out things mentioned on signs in real life. Sinker simply observed, and Boost began to talk their ears off once more. The zoology book he had gotten at the zoo had just added fuel to the fire.

Chat: Fett Dynasty

Banana Sink

Boost stop talking and let me enjoy the killer fish in peace challenge

Hunter-Gatherer

...what

Thorn In Your Side

You good there, Sinker?

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

We’re by the sharks. Boost is flaunting his zoology brain again

Green Man

I approve

Banana Sink

You don’t get a say in this, Mr. Biologist

We’ve been at the aquarium all of 10 minutes and he hasn’t shut up once

Sixes

r.i.p. your ears

Have fun

Banana Sink

Gree please adopt him, kidnap him, something!

It’ll do both of us a favor

Old Man Dad Bly

Gree, vod, Do Not

Green Man

Sorry, ori’vod, that sounds like a good plan…

Lakes

Have fun, Gree

I’ll be ready if you just so happen to need bailing out

Regardless of what was happening between the cousins, Boost ignored the notifications and continued to talk more. Honestly, not that that was a surprise. He probably couldn’t even feel the phone buzzing over how fast his vocal cords were working.

As they moved towards the exit, buir turned, stated, “Stay jaw-some,” and continued on. Sinker shared an exasperated look with Wolffe before following after him. Comet raised an eyebrow, grabbed his eldest brother’s hand, and dragged him along.

They exited and Boost once again took charge, leading them to the nearest exhibit. This time: whales.

“Whale, whale, whale, what do we have here?” buir questioned as they entered and turned towards the first set of whales. Behind the glass was a trio of dwarf sperm whales— the smallest whale species, according to both the plaque and Boost’s running commentary.

“Is anyone going to keep a running number this time?” Wolffe suggested.

“I do every day,” Sinker admitted, “but not because I want to. It’s like a permanent fixture in my head to try to keep me sane as I listen to them.” At that, Comet snickered into his free hand. “He’s only at three but that’s bound to rocket sooner rather than later.”

“Tell me when he hits ten,” Comet said. Sinker rolled his eyes and nodded. They were all vulnerable to Comet’s requests and they knew it. Try as they might, it was hard to say no to him. Stupid baby brother effect.

The aquarium didn’t have as many kinds of whales as they did sharks. Besides the dwarf sperm whales, they had belugas, orcas, and a few others Wolffe didn’t bother reading the plaques of. At one of the tanks, one of the employees was feeding the whales.

Buir’s face lit up in sudden comprehension. He listened to Boost chatter on, and, after a pause where Boost caught his breath after an exclamation, opened his mouth. “You’re krilling me right now! That’s super cool!”

Sinker looked dead inside.

“Hey, cheer up, Sink,” Comet chirped at him. “Sometimes life can be over-whale-ming. It’s okay.”

“Not you, too,” he mumbled, dropping his head into his hands. Comet just laughed and skipped over to buir.

As Comet began to recount what just happened, Boost turned to the other two. “Did I just hear Comet make his own whale pun?” The look on Sinker’s face said enough. Boost laughed. “I’m so proud of him. You’ll be fine, Sink. Everything whale be okay. Whether that’s once we leave the exhibit or the aquarium is up to debate, though.”

“You stink.”

“No worse than you.”

They continued through the end of the exhibit with more bickering and teasing. The exit opened up into a hallway filled with people. Seeing the crowd, they stayed by the doorway but not blocking it. Buir turned toward his silver-haired son. “Is there anywhere you’d like to see? I fear we’ve been leaving you out of these decisions.”

He shrugged. “I’m fine with it. But seeing sea otters again would be cool.”

Consulting the map told them the sea otters were on a different floor. Once again, they wormed their way through the crowds, hands and arms grasped, until they came across a staircase and made their way to the third floor.

Unsurprisingly, the third floor had as many people as the other two floors did. One crammed walk and they made it to their destination. These exhibits were different from the ones they had seen so far. The sharks’ had been tanks filled almost completely to the ceiling. The whales’ had the same height of tanks but had been half-filled, leaving room for air and whatever tricks the smaller ones felt like attempting.

Instead, there was a shallower pool and many rocks for the sea otters to climb around on. All things considered, it didn’t look too different than the one they had seen at the zoo. And just like at the zoo, Comet began to wave.

A small otter wandered their way closer to the glass. It waved and Comet’s face split into a grin. How the Force was he this lucky with animals? He must radiate some pure, shiny, approachable vibes to them because this was uncanny.

“Aww,” buir said, watching the little bugger and his new friend wave at each other. “How otterly adorable.”

Whether he was calling Comet or the otter cute didn’t matter: either way, Sinker groaned.

“Oh, no!” Boost exclaimed. “Not an otter pun!” His raised voice and exaggerated gestures as he said it led Sinker to reaching over and punching him.

“Stop making fun of me.”

The maroon-haired teen’s face scrunched up. “I didn’t say anything related to you.”

“It was implied.”

“Would you rather I start listing facts about otters?” He raised an eyebrow at his younger brother.

“I’m good.”

“So I thought.”

Wolffe rolled his eyes as the duo turned back to the otters. Comet had made his way to the plaque and was scanning it for names. Continuing with his tradition of trying to find individual ones and waving to each, he exuded elation. His joy appeared to be rubbing off as other groups, both passing and watching the otters themselves, smiled at his antics and even beginning waving themselves.

Once done, he climbed on top of the plaque.

“Comet—” buir started but didn’t get far.

“I’m fine!” The ten-year-old flung himself off of his perch and onto Wolffe’s back. He slammed into him, immediately wrapping himself around his older brother’s torso and beaming.

“A bit of warning would’ve been nice,” Wolffe grumbled as he readjusted his vod’ika. He should’ve seen this coming, especially given how many times he’d carried around the stinker at the zoo. And his non-diminishing penchant for monkeying around.

Snickers came from behind them. Sinker and Boost, for sure. Probably some bystanders, as well. He turned just in time for Sinker to yank his phone down. The odds of a picture landing itself in the cousin chat and everyone teasing him grew higher with the grin spreading across the brat’s face.

His phone buzzed once in his pocket, then a fast-paced fourteen following it. Yep.

The look he threw his brother must’ve instilled some sense of fear in him. The thirteen-year-old gulped, then turned to their dad. “Let’s go somewhere else.”

“Dolphins!” Comet blurted out from behind Wolffe.

Boost nodded. “Yeah, let’s see the dolphins.”

And off they went once more.

Banana Sink

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Think Outside The Fox

Aww

Having a smiling kid on his back cancels out the scowl

Jurassic Park

Wow

It really does

Lakes

Petition to pay Comet to live on Wolffe’s back to cancel it out forever

Zzzzzz

Seconded

Green Man

I would pay to see that

Lakes

Smh Gree can you read I said that

Green Man

...

T-Mobile

I can pay him candy to stay until lunch

Lakes

Beautiful, ty

*hacker voice* I’m In

You’re a miracle worker, Boost

T-Mobile

Why thank you

It’s a talent of mine

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

@T-Mobile friendly reminder I’m missing an eye, not an ear

And I have never heard you whisper once in my life

Including 2 minutes ago

Neigh

That was so passive-aggressive I love it

Thorn In Your Side

😂 aliit, I love you guys so much

Think Outside The Fox

We know, Thorn

You remind us every 10 minutes

Lakes

So did it not work?

Werewolf? There Wolffe?

You’re really asking?

Getting to the dolphins was a quick trip on the level they were on. With no workers throwing out puns, buir, once again, took the responsibility upon himself. As they watched the mammals flip and goof off, he told them to his sons. “That was flipping fantastic” and “They have a legasea” came first.

When Sinker, predictably, groaned, he turned. “My son, I must have you know, all of my puns are on porpoise.”

Sinker groaned louder. “I know, buir. I know.”

While watching the flips and tricks, buir’s attention was drawn toward a flyer posted by the glass. It announced the daily presentation times, where the dolphins, seals, orcas, and other animals put on a show. Looking at the times on the paper and the one on his watch, he called his sons over.

“If we eat now and quickly, we will have ten minutes to make it to the stadium for the next show.”

With nods of agreement in response, the Koons set off for the restaurants. Seating outside of the food court-esque area allowed guests both buying and bringing their meals to stop and enjoy their time. Tables and booths packed with people spanned the area. After a few minutes of careful checking, Boost pointed out an empty booth for them to settle into.

Like at the zoo, the Koons brought their lunches. Sandwiches, cheese sticks, fruit snacks, and whatever else Comet and Sinker had snuck into the bags. The fruit snacks — dinosaur and shark themed — felt fitting for the occasion.

Sinker and Boost fell into their normal routine of bickering as they ate. Comet made comments at such precise moments there was no way he wasn’t trying to instigate a fight. The little stinker was too impish for his own good at times.

In fact, the bickering lasted so long and escalated so far that they missed the show. Bickering had overtaken eating, lunch extended, and suddenly buir noticed it was ten minutes past the show’s start time.

Comet pouted at the news; the two teens glared daggers at each other. If looks could kill, they’d both be dead.

With a sigh, Wolffe asked when the next show started. Buir thanked his eldest for reminding the group of the other opportunities and proceeded to look it up. In two hours, the search told them. With that, everyone finished eating, conversation now switching to more facts from Boost.

They packed up the remnants of their food and headed back inside the rest of the aquarium. People continued to mill about, many also coming off a lunch break. Their group gravitated towards a — somehow — empty bench and set the bag down. Comet plopped himself on the seat between the bag and the end. Sinker sat on the other side of the bag.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Anyone else need to?” buir asked. Shaking heads answered him. “Alright. Stay here, I’ll be back soon.”

“Yes, buir,” Wolffe responded for his brothers. The rascals already zoned out and started doing their own thing. Their father set off in the direction of the bathrooms and Wolffe turned his attention to his vode.

Comet examined the map, though he appeared to be looking at the times of the demonstrations more than the building. Boost made himself comfortable on the far end of the bench, phone in hand. Sinker had his own phone out and — yep, there was a buzz. Sighing, Wolffe settled himself between Sinker and Boost and pulled out his own.

Jurassic Park

Fives, stop trying to convince people your full name is Fivestones

Sixes

Never!

Neigh

Did I read that right?

Jurassic Park

And stop trying to convince people Echo’s name is Echocardiography

ECHO Echo echo

It’s their fault for falling for it

Lakes

I’m sorry WHAT

Sixes

You see, when you have cousins named Pontius and Fox and literally all the names of the Koons and Unique and so on, it’s not that difficult to trick them

ECHO Echo echo

It really isn’t

Lakes

Wow, thanks for that

T-Mobile

I like my name a lot, thank you very much

Banana Sink

That’s not fair. I think subclan 2 has the weirdest names of all of us, not my subclan

Think Outside The Fox

I didn’t ask to be named this

Lakes

Mood

*hacker voice* I’m In

Yeah, but neither of you have changed it despite being legally able to

Green Man

CODY

*hacker voice* I’m In

What kind of name is Gree anyway

Green Man

DUDE

The texting continued, as it was bound to in the Fett clan. Wolffe frowned when he glanced at the time. It had been about fifteen minutes since buir had left. If there was a line, that’d be about right. Not too odd, but if it got any longer… eh, they’ll cross that bridge if they get to it. He shot off a quick text to buir, asking to text him when he was on his way back.

“Comet, stop poking Sinker.”

Said little brother stuck his tongue out but stopped. He moved on to poking and picking at the bench instead.

Thorn In Your Side

… aNyWay

I have news!

Think Outside The Fox

Is it really news if we all can guess what it is

Thorn In Your Side

Shevi

I have the privilege of announcing that the Annual Fett Family Gathering is happening in exactly a month and 3 days from today!

Think Outside The Fox

Why couldn’t you just put the date like a normal person

Thorn In Your Side

Because I knew it would bug you

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

I gotta say, that’s reasonable

Thorn In Your Side

Ty Wolffe

At least someone’s on my side here

Think Outside The Fox

I despise you all

Green Man

Aww we love you too Fox

Think Outside The Fox

Why do I even try anymore

Thorn In Your Side

So, yeah, further info to come

Keeling Over

Let’s avoid another Mud Incident this year, thanks

Hunter-Gatherer

I second that

Orange Gal

Lol of course you two do

But I agree

Zzzzzz

I still have pics if anyone wants them

Neigh

So evil, Zari, so evil

Zzzzzz

They include you, ori’vod 😁

Neigh

I Resent this

It had been over half an hour now. While the chat was always a source of amusement, it didn’t stop the concern seeping into Wolffe’s mind. Sure, the aquarium was busy, but not that busy. Thirty minutes was pushing it for a single bathroom; this place had multiple. He hadn’t gotten a text back yet, either.

“Hey,” he said, grabbing attention away from phones. “It’s been half an hour since buir left. Something’s up, don’t you think?”

Boost frowned. “That is an abnormally long amount of time.”

“Should we try calling him?” Sinker suggested.

“That’s a bit awkward to answer in the bathroom.” Boost crossed his arms as he made his point.

“Yeah, but he could always decline it and text us a response instead,” Sinker argued.

They did that, to no avail. No response, calling or texting. This was not a good sign.

The boys stood up, corralled themselves together, Boost putting on the backpack, and headed over to the bathroom to see what was up. Hopefully, nothing bad happened.

When they got there, there were a couple of people at the sinks, but that was it. No sign of their dad anywhere. There wasn’t a sign of an accident or kidnapping or anything, either.

“What,” Sinker stated.

“I have no clue,” Boost responded. They turned toward Wolffe.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I have as much of a clue as you do.” They stood in silence for a moment, Comet glancing between the other three, waiting for a reaction. “Let’s check the other bathrooms. Maybe he went to a different one?”

Buir didn’t show up at any of the bathrooms on the level. Again, there were no signs of struggle or of anything bad that could’ve occurred. They agreed it wasn’t likely he’d gone to another level. As they went back to the bench they had occupied earlier, the irony of the situation fell on Wolffe. They had stayed as a group specifically so they didn’t lose Comet and in the process ended up losing their dad. Shi kaysh jate‘kara.

“We lost buir,” he said simply. Comet frowned; Sinker looked like he was holding in a laugh.

“That we did,” Boost agreed. “Have fun trying to get your way out of this one.”

Wolffe rolled his eyes and turned to the silver-haired teen. “Any ideas, provided you’re going to keep your promise?”

Sinker’s eyes widened. “I was hoping you forgot about that,” he mumbled like it hadn’t been only two weeks. He cleared his throat and said, louder, “Uh, how about the front desk?”

“They’ll have the announcement system to call him over,” Boost pointed out.

“Great. Front desk it is.” He took a hold of Comet’s shoulder in one hand, Sinker’s shoulder in the other. Boost led the way through the exhibits and rooms until they reached the entrance. A Visitor’s Services desk stood behind the ticket desk and they made their way over.

After the person in front of them left, they stepped up. Comet directly in front of him, Boost to his left and Sinker to his right. “What can I do for you boys?” the elderly lady behind the desk asked.

“We got separated from our father,” Wolffe said. Saying it out loud to someone who wasn’t one of his brothers increased Wolffe’s awareness of everything going on around them. Great. He pushed the urge to shift his weight away. This was fine. They were doing the responsible thing, after all.

The lady peered at them over the top of her glasses like she belonged in a movie with a judgemental librarian and not on an aquarium staff. She was definitely taking stock of how old he and his brothers were. “Is this a frequent occurrence?”

“No, this is the first time.”

“Well, as parents get older, things like this can occ—-”

“He’s not that old,” Wolffe cut her off.

“Yeah, he’s like, forty-something, right?” Boost piped up.

Wolffe turned to the teen and frowned. “You didn’t need to share that.” He got a shrug in response. His phone buzzed and he turned toward his other teenaged brother. “Give me your phone.”

Sinker narrowed his eyes at him. “Why should I?”

“No repeats of the zoo.” He held out his hand expectantly. Sinker rolled his eyes and handed it to him. He turned and did the same to Boost, just in case.

All the while, the lady watched them with a sharp eye. “Has your father had memory problems?” she said, bringing their attention back to why they were there.

Wolffe scowled. “No, and I don’t see why that’s pertinent information. Can you help us locate our dad or not?” Comet leaned back a smidge and gave his chest a headbutt with the back of his head. Wolffe glanced down and Comet gave him a small smile.

They stood in silence as they waited for a response. Again, it seemed like the lady was trying to nitpick details about them and what they meant by observing them. Finally, she pushed her glasses up her nose and sniffed once. “I can make an announcement and try to call him here.”

“That’s all we’re asking for.”

After giving the necessary information, the Koon boys were shuffled to the side. They waited near the desk as the intercom stated Plo Koon to the Visitors' Services Desk. Your children are waiting for you. The lady continued to help other people. Everyone seemed to be getting the same supercilious treatment they had received.

The minutes passed slowly until a frantic movement from by the entrance to the aquarium-proper caught Wolffe’s eye. It was buir, politely not-quite-rushing his way through the crowds to his sons.

Comet looked at Wolffe, then in the direction his ori’vod was looking. He perked up, a grin stretching across his face. “Buir!”

“Comet! Wolffe, Sinker, Boost.” He came to a stop in front of them.

“Where were you?!” Boost exclaimed. “We looked, but you weren’t in any of the bathrooms.”

Buir’s eyes widened in dawning realization. “I didn’t go to the bathroom,” he admitted. “I got sidetracked by the jellyfish. They are quite fascinating to watch.”

The jellyfish? That was some detour. He must’ve seen the sign for them and forgot his original plan since they were smack dab in the middle of two of the bathrooms. Boost had almost gotten sidetracked when they were searching for buir, but Wolffe had kept him on track. Like father, like son, it seemed. Maybe if he had let Boost get sidetracked, they’d have found buir themselves.

“How about we all go to the bathroom this time, and then the jellyfish?”

“Yes, that sounds like a better plan,” buir agreed. Then, they were off, phones given back, and hoping nobody else got lost.

Banana Sink

We lost buir this time

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

This is exactly why I took your phone in the first place.

Think Outside The Fox

Fjadskldfsa

Guys, we found Wolffe’s talent

Losing his family members in public

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

Gee thanks

Lakes

Any details to share?

T-Mobile

He was going to go to the bathroom but got sidetracked by the jellyfish

Which,,, fair enough

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

So nowhere near my fault this time

Banana Sink

He had to explain to this scowly lady what happened

It was super funny

*hacker voice* I’m In

You actively tried to avoid it and it still happened

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

Again, not my fault

*hacker voice* I’m In

That has got to be the funniest thing I’ve heard all day 😂

Green Man

Wolffe,,, Wolffe, buddy

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

Don’t

Green Man

How?! 😂

*hacker voice* I’m In

Petition to get GPS trackers for Wolffe for his aliit

Jurassic Park

I second

Keeling Over

Same

Thorn In Your Side

Definitely

Sorry Boost and Sinker

T-Mobile

No, I totally get it

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

I hate you all

----

The jellyfish were as enrapturing as buir claimed and Boost had anticipated. One more pun was given as everyone (even Sinker) stood preoccupied by them: this has been a jelly good day! There was something mystical about watching these creatures with no heart or brain swim around and just exist. Comet even made a reference to Finding Nemo when he saw some smaller ones. Sooner than they expected, buir’s alarm had gone off. Close to an hour had passed and none of them had noticed.

Finally, the family made their way, on time, to the show. They snagged seats approximately halfway up the stands. No splash-zone to worry about this time, either, the workers assured. The front walkways had to be accessible for wheelchairs and a surprise in the show. As a result, the stands themselves were closer and they ended up with about the same view as they had at the zoo.

Comet somehow got his hands on the flier buir had passed over on their way in. The flier about ‘adopting’ various animals at the aquarium. “Look at this!” he exclaimed, shoving the paper towards Wolffe.

Adopt a penguin! Yep, that was why buir had avoided it earlier. And likely not quite what Comet thought it was.

Assured Wolffe got a good look, he pushed it towards buir, nearly bouncing in his seat. “Can we please adopt a penguin, buir?” he asked, pulling out the big guns. And by big guns, that meant his cutest puppy dog eyes. “Gedet’ye, buir.” And switching to Mando’a, so it seemed.

Buir considered his options for a moment. “Do you have any money to help pay for it?” he asked gently.

Comet pouted. “Nayc.” He swiveled toward Wolffe. “Ori’vod, tion’nari gar gan—”

“No.”

The pout deepened. Buir reached out and patted his youngest’s back gently. “I’m sorry, ad’ika, but we don’t have the money for that. While it would be quite the experience to adopt one, we don’t have the money to have a dog, cat, and penguin.”

“Okay.” He crossed his arms, only to immediately uncross them and sit up straight as the show began.

Dolphins, seals, and beluga whales performed various tricks while the trainers spouted facts and puns. Sea otters tottered around the ground level and interacted with willing audience members. With every pun, Sinker’s vexation increased and Comet’s and Boost’s elation skyrocketed.

A loud gasp escaped Comet when they brought the rockhopper penguins out to waddle around. “Buir, buir, buir,” he chanted, shaking their father’s arm. “Can I take pictures of them on your phone?!” Chuckling, buir complied and the ten-year-old spent the rest of the penguins’ appearance captivated.

Once the show finished and provided plenty of entertainment, Comet proceeded to drag the family to the penguin exhibit. He couldn’t get enough of them. When they got there, buir leaned in close and said, “Why did the penguin hop across the street?”

“I dunno, why?”

“To get to the other rock!”

Comet burst into giggles and proceeded to take over what had essentially become Boost’s job in overflowing with facts about penguins. Although he loved all penguins, it was clear rockhoppers were his favorites. His earlier disappointment over not being allowed to adopt one had dissipated.

“Buuiiiiir,” Sinker whined with all the gracefulness of a disgruntled thirteen-year-old. “Stoooop, you’re being worse than the workers during the show.”

“Sorry, Sinker. I’ll try to play it more cool from here on out.”

The silver-haired teen slumped into his older brother, Wolffe’s chest muffling the groan he gave. “Why is this my life.”

Wolffe patted his back as he watched Comet have the time of his life. He was in his element here, surrounded by his favorite animal. It would be interesting to see how long this particular interest lasted. Wolffe could picture a future-Comet attempting to become a scientist just to go to Antarctica and see the penguins if it lasted long enough.

Once Sinker picked himself back up, he made his way to Comet. “By the way,” he said, tapping the ad’ika on the shoulder, “the rockhopper pun was the tenth of buir’s. He’s at eleven now and overall we’re at thirteen.”

“Thirteen?” Boost perked up. “Give me a minute and I can make it fifteen.”

Sinker rolled his eyes as Comet smiled. “I can help!” he offered. “I may have looked up penguin puns at home one day. I’ve just been letting buir tell them.”

“Go ahead.”

“Boost, waddle I ever do without you?”

“Let’s hope you never end up too icesolated to find out.”

Buir looked on the verge of tears of happiness; Sinker on the verge of tears of frustration; Wolffe rolled his eyes. “Alright, if that’s all, let’s go somewhere else.”

Comet protested and they stayed another ten minutes. Following that, they found themselves in the general area containing fish from all over the world. As the day dragged on, fewer people crowded the area, each having their fill of sea creatures and leaving. With that, buir allowed them to wander wherever they wanted, provided they stayed within the larger section.

Once Sinker wandered off to find a bench in a different area, buir turned toward Boost. “Any fin is possible, just don’t trout yourself.”

“There’s some-fin special about you. I’m glad you’re my dad.”

“Why thank you, Boost. If you think of a better fish pun, let minnow.”

“That’s a fintastic idea. Will do.”

Half-twirling around, the maroon-haired teen wandered off to examine more tanks. Comet quickly followed him and the two struck up a quiet conversation as they observed crabs and fish. Wolffe stood next to his dad, watching them for a while. Eventually, they split up to visit different exhibits, leaving their ori’vod and buir standing there.

Inside the section of the exhibit they stood in, nobody else was in. When the family had entered, it had been as crowded as rooms were getting at this time of day. Now, all the other guests — like the three youngest Koons — had left for other ones.

Side by side, they watched river fish swimming around. Bluegills and walleyes and trout and more. Without anyone else around, bubbling could be heard from the tanks. That, and the faint whir of the air conditioning. Minutes past and neither dared break the peace which had settled.

A fish started zig-zags when Wolffe cleared his throat. “I think Mom would’ve enjoyed today.”

Buir hummed, hands folded and resting on his torso. “She would have. Especially Comet’s newfound love for penguins and Boost’s for zoology. She was always so excited to watch you boys learning and growing.”

Wolffe remembered her enthusiasm when he and Fox figured out how to rush-attack Bly, Gree, Ponds, and Keeli without them suspecting and had dashed over to tell her and ba’vodu Courey when they were six at a family reunion. Their older cousins had been fourteen, twelve, ten, and eight respectively, and hadn’t even been close to seeing it coming. She had responded with so much joy and happiness to his excitement that six-year-old Wolffe couldn’t help but bask in the warmth of her smile and praise.

There was also that time when he was nine, Boost was five, and Sinker was three, months before Comet was born. Sinker had been preoccupying Dad with something in the corner while Mom had, ever so patiently, helped Boost and Wolffe create customized magnets for NiNi’s birthday. She encouraged their ideas and helped with the difficult steps and shapes. Her hugs when they finished rivaled only those from NiNi. Full of love and warmth and care for her sons.

Most of his memories of her involved that warmth in some shape or another.

“Sinker would be surrounded by even more puns.”

Buir chuckled. “That he would. That he would.”

Memories overtook the two as they remembered just over a decade ago. Silence stretched between them once more while they reflected.

That is, until Sinker came barrelling back into the room. “Did you know they have stingrays here?! Let’s go!” He grabbed their hands and attempted to drag them along while walking backwards.

Right as he appeared to be getting the hang of it, Comet popped up behind him. “Sinker, watch—”

Wolffe lurched forward as Sinker and Comet hit the ground, but managed to stop from falling himself. Buir, having let go in time, watched on, concern and amusement mixing in his eyes.

“Well.” Sinker stood up.

“Thanks for that,” the ten-year-old said, frowning. He pulled himself into a sitting position.

“Sorry. Did you see they have stingrays here?”

“That’s why I came back here, actually.”

They shared a look, then looked at buir. “We were headed that way, weren’t we?” he intoned.

Boost emerged from the doorway. “Did you see the stingrays?”

Sinker pushed him back through the door as Comet picked himself off the ground. “You’re the third person to say that. Let’s go.”

The other two cheered and raced after him. Wolffe shook his head at his brothers’ antics and followed after them, buir not far behind him.

----

Part of the aquarium experience allowed guests to touch the stingrays, provided they washed their hands properly beforehand. The Koons followed procedures and participated. Sinker loved it so much he doled out his only pun of the day: this is a stingray of sunshine today. Buir was so proud, he ended early to take pictures of Sinker and the stingrays.

After that, they collectively decided they had seen enough of the aquarium and they were ready to head home. Buir announced that, like at the zoo, they would stop by the gift shop. This time was for small items only. If they did everything quickly, they’d be home in time for him to prepare dinner by the normal time. That got the brats moving quickly.

Comet somehow found a tiny stuffed Cape penguin that he immediately claimed was Vandor’s best friend and named Atoa. Boost got a small jellyfish squish-thing that seemed like half-stress ball, half-figurine. Sinker found a stingray magnet, of all things, and got a shark one for Wolffe when he didn’t look for anything.

Outside the aquarium, buir stopped them on the steps to take a picture.

“Great! We’ll print this one out, too, and then you can switch it out with the zoo one if you ever want!” Comet told Wolffe. Then he had used the stairs to climb on his shoulders once more and demanded to be carried to the car.

As they settled into the car and began the journey home, Wolffe pulled up the cousin chat and shared some of the news before either of the other teenagers did and completely exaggerated it.

Werewolf? There Wolffe!

Did I mention Comet tried to adopt a penguin earlier?

Zzzzzz

Fdsjldk that’s so cute

Werewolf? There Wolffe?

Not when you’re the one he asks for money to pay for it

T-Mobile

It was cute

I was there, I saw it happen

Werewolf? There Wolffe?

Shush

T-Mobile

He even switched to only Mando’a

Idk why he thought that’d help him but it was cute

Old Man Dad Bly

Now that’s a Fett kid move, all right

Banana Sink

There was a total of 21 puns today

I almost died

ECHO Echo echo

If I didn’t know you, I’d be concerned those were 2 separate events

T-Mobile

Ignore Sinker

He said one of them, so he has no place to talk

Banana Sink

BOOST

T-Mobile

I am so glad you’re shotgun and I’m in the back

Thorn In Your Side

You guys heading back already?

Werewolf? There Wolffe?

Well, Boost managed to drag us around the whole place this fast, so yeah

T-Mobile

😁 I have no regrets

Banana Sink

YOU SHOULD

Green Man

Speaking of regrets

I regret to inform you that Bly is being a sap again

Old Man Dad Bly

You were the one who asked

Green Man

I have No Idea what you’re talking about

Old Man Dad Bly

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Neigh

I know this wasn’t a surprise to me since Gree’s my ori’vod but are any of you surprised?

Hunter-Gatherer

Jurassic Park

Not really, no

T-Mobile

Nope

Orange Gal

Green Man

Alright, alright, I get the point

Thorn In Your Side

Oh, is it Expose Your Vode time?

I think Fox just crashed after staying up for 3 days straight

That’s why he hasn’t said anything lately

It’s been a few hours and even Rys and Corsica together couldn’t wake him

Werewolf? There Wolffe?

Oh, again?

*hacker voice* I’m In

Wolffe

Wolffe what do you mean by again

Werewolf? There Wolffe?

Happened a few times these past 2 semesters

Too much work not enough hours

Thorn In Your Side

...this makes so much more sense now

Lakes

What does?

Thorn In Your Side

He’s sent me some incoherent messages when he’s really sleep deprived this past year

I just thought it was one of his friends who stole his phone sometimes

Lakes

This just makes me glad Wolffe and Fox are going to the same college

At least someone’s there we know to look after him

Werewolf? There Wolffe?

Yeah, his roommate and I complained about him together a lot

Orange Gal

LOL

The chat continued the typical Fett brand of chaos up until about five minutes before they got home. When they did, everyone went about, putting stuff away. Wolffe turned to head off to the kitchen to help buir start dinner when his phone started vibrating — consistently, not the odd pattern from the group chat, so it must be a call. He pulled it out, read the contact name, rolled his eyes, and answered.

“What do you want?”

“Well, hello to you, too, Wolffe.” Cody sounded much too amused on the other end.

“Fine, hi. Get to the point.”

He could practically hear Cody’s grin growing. “What would your dad say about you guys joining us for the Coruscant Deltas’ game against the Serenno Clankers?”

----

Mando’a Translations

Buir: Parent

Ba’vodu: Uncle, Aunt

Vod: Sibling

Ori’vod: Older Sibling

Vod’ika: Younger Sibling

Aliit: Family, Clan

Vode: Siblings, plural

Shevi: Silent (Shev'la is the adjective, so this is my approximation of the verb form)

Shi kaysh jate’kara: Just his luck

Gedet’ye: Please

Nayc: No (negative answer)

Ori’vod, tion’nari gar gan-: Roughly “Big brother, do you have” but it’s cut off halfway through have

Ad’ika: Little one, son, daughter

----

And that's part two! Thanks for reading! If you have any questions about the Fett Clan in this AU, feel free to leave a comment, ask, or message. Also, fun fact: Cross is the only one in the cousin chat who didn't say anything! (That's because he mostly lurks lol). There are more cousins than featured here, they're all just too young for a phone. They'll all be featured in part four. Also also: it has come to my attention that kih'vod is most likely the more accurate term for "younger sibling" and vod'ika is more of an affectionate term. For the sake of continuity in this series, vod'ika will still be used as "younger sibling" but my works outside of this will begin to use kih'vod.

Up next: Cody's, Rex's, Fives', Echo's, and Tup's brand of chaos meets the Koon's brand of chaos during a basketball game. Coming eventually!

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kumkaniudaku · 6 years ago

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Sanity

A/N: A request for @melaninmonhoe(whose name I love btw). I hope you enjoy. I you don’t, we can give it another shot ☺️. This takes place while CoCo was pregnant with Micah. Lastly, there are some outfit links at the beginning. I got a little carried away with looking at clothes so feel free to ignore them.

Word Count: 1,957

“Babe, should I keep it casual with the chunky heel combat boot or go mommy-to-be chic with the thigh high stiletto?”

You and your small baby bump emerged from the hotel suite’s closet holding up both options for Chadwick to pick from. Either option would’ve suited your skinny Rag & Bone jeans and Givenchy sweater but, you wanted a second opinion.

“Go with the combat boot. I don’t want you falling and hurting yourself while we’re out.”

“Aww, baby! You really do love me.”

His eyes flickered up from his iPad to playfully roll at you before they returned to their previous task.

His body was comfortably stretched across the bed, propped on his side with his elbow while he scrolled through emails and social media feeds. He was also dressed in all black per your suggestion. His broad shoulders and chest were fighting against the cotton fabric of his black v-neck, a perfect match for his black jeans and bomber jacket. You suggested that he add a single gold chain and a pair of Air Jordan “Infrared” 6s to the look for your personal fantasies.

“You’re unusually quiet,” you commented, sitting on the bed to put your shoes on. “What you thinking about?”

“Just how much I don’t wanna go out and sit around all these people asking me questions about things I don’t care about.”

“That’s really...dark. Nude or red on my lips?”

“Nude gloss.”

You took a beat to think before ultimately retreating to the bathroom to find the gloss he suggested. “You have to get out and be social, Aaron. It’s for the movie.”

“I’m not the only one in the cast.” His voice was closer now and you looked up to find him resting against the doorway while he watched you.

“But you are the star. Plus, we haven’t been out of this house in months. It won’t hurt to talk to people other than each other.”

Her murmured something indistinguishable in response, only stopping when you cupped his face and squished his cheeks together.

“It’ll be fun. A couple hours of basketball and pictures before we’re right back here. I promise.”

He rolled his eyes again before grabbing your wrists and positioning your arms around his neck. “Don’t let people touch your stomach. You know I hate that.”

“Yes, sir. Now will you promise to have fun?”

He accepted your kiss, rubbing circles on your back. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

The expected 20 minute ride to Phillips Arena stretched longer than expected with All Star weekend traffic. Usually, Chadwick would be laughing and singing without a care in the world but, tonight, he was anxiously tapping the steering wheel. His eyes remained focused on the road as his jaw clenched, alerting you to a larger problem. Without speaking, you placed his right hand on your thigh, holding it still with your hands resting on top.

“Relax, babe. We’ll get there.” You felt his hand grip and release your thigh a few times before his shoulders dropped. The apples of his cheeks rose with his closed mouth smile before he refocused his attention to follow the traffic officer’s directions.

He remained relaxed until the bright lights and noise of All Star Saturday Night overloaded his senses. You could feel the way his body tensed as he looked over the small crowd of arena personnel at the special entrance for high profile guests. He watched intently during your security check, making sure that every stranger you encountered was careful of you and his child.

“Stay close.” He instructed, intertwining his fingers with yours and gently tugging you to walk in front of him. His hand protectively rested on the small of your back while he guided you to your seat, waving and shaking hands with a few people in passing.

Once you were safely in your seat, you were able to lean over and check on him.

“You okay?” His smile and kiss to your cheek silently asked you to drop the line of questioning. “Chadwick don’t ignore me.”

“I’m fine. Enjoy yourself.”

Before you could protest, you were interrupted by Cassie, Diddy’s girlfriend, stopping to talk to you. You never had time to check on him from that point forward. If he wasn’t engrossed in a conversation about what was happening on the court with Michael and Steelo, you were being pulled in for pictures and talk of the weekend’s outfits.

Occasionally, he would turn to you and smile, happy to know that you were safe and nearby. When appropriate, he pulled you into his photos, grateful for the brief moment of physical contact that slowed his racing heart.

“Baby, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Just stay close. I may need you in a moment.” His lips found their way to your knuckles before he allowed you to speak with another acquaintance.

In a transitional period between on-court activities, you totally turned your body to discuss collaborative opportunities with Savannah James.

“That t-shirt line is amazing, girl! What I gotta do to get in a campaign? I’ll watch Zhuri, pick your clothes out, whatever!” You laughed.

“Now, Tasha, you know you don’t need to do all of that. I got your shirt ready for as soon as you pop that diva out. Hell, I’ll get you one right now if you’re ready!”

“Is it normal to be tired of being pregnant at four months in? Because, I’m over it.”

“Don’t get tired now! Nobody told you to be grown and get pregnant 7 months after getting married.”

While you talked about motherhood with your friend, Chadwick was quietly suffering through another round of conversation.

The constant questioning and repetitive topics made him anxious. He wanted nothing more than to pull you to your feet so that he could usher you out of the arena and back into the car to go home. He hated the attention and the inability to simply enjoy one of his favorite pastimes.

The added apprehension caused by no longer being able to see you in his peripheral manifested itself in his actions.

He nervously fiddled with his wedding band, twirling it around his finger while he tried to engage with the people around him. When that didn’t work, he bounced his leg once, twice and then non-stop.

From the corner of your eye, you could see his inner battle. The reluctance to be in public was something that he briefly explained to you early in the relationship before assuring you that he would be okay.

You knew better. When he began repeatedly shifting his position in his seat and darting his eyes around the venue for any available relief, you took action.

“So, Mrs. Boseman, how’s marriage?” Gabriele Union gushed with a cheeky smile. “I can see at least one thing is going well.”

“We’re one hundred percent gonna leave my sex life out of this.”

Subtly, you uncrossed your legs and turned your body towards him. When your hand extended to loop your index and ring finger around his pinky and ring finger, you squeezed gently to let him know that you were close.

“Give me just one second, Gabby.”

Without missing a beat, he caught your signal and allowed you to lead his hand to your thigh. When he’d found the midway point between the bend of your knee and top of your leg, he moved his hand toward the inner portion to grip and release the section until he felt calm enough to stop.

“Better?” You asked, leaning over to whisper in his ear.

“Better. Thank you. ” He lightly gripped your thigh again, giving you a reassuring smile.

Almost instantly, his movements became loose. Feeling more comfortable with the contact, he turned his body to rest against yours while he joined the conversation.

“We’ve all been put on notice not to touch the Princess and the Queen, Chadwick. You don’t have to worry.”

“I’ll make a special exception for you, Gabriele.” He laughed, watching as she quickly rubbed over your stomach with a smile.

“You guys are really royalty. Are y’all looking to adopt? I cook, I clean, I love wine. I’m the perfect candidate!”

Chadwick’s boisterous laughter lit up the area, bringing you relief that he finally felt relaxed enough to joke around. The new attitude carried him through the night, the ride back to the hotel and to the bedroom.

Your swollen ankles rested in his lap while he gingerly rolled the flesh under his calloused hands.

“At this point, people are asking me to do that salute just to fuck with me.”

“Baby, you are a whole movie star. People are excited to share the fictional culture with you!” The cold plastic of the spoon filled with non-dairy strawberry ice cream met your awaiting mouth. Chadwick mirrored your actions, opening his mouth for you to feed him some of the treat that he swore up and down he didn’t want. “Aaron.”

“Hmm?” He kept his attention focused on rolling your ankles around until the audible popping ending.

“You wanna talk to me about what happened back there?” Your question was met with silence, prompting you to pull your foot from his grasp. His chest rose and fell with a deep breath while his hands ran down his face.

“Sometimes, I get anxious. It’s hard to handle all of these people coming at me and not know who is genuine and who’s just trying to get close for the optics. Before you, I would skip public appearances because it was too hard to deal with.”

You placed the ice cream carton on the bedside table before scooting closer to Chadwick. As much as your stomach would allow, you wrapped your arms around his waist and placed your head on his chest.

“I need you to keep me sane. This shit can get hectic sometimes but, if I can reach out and touch, I know I’ll be okay.”

A small smile ghosted at the corner of his lips as he gazed down at you, looking for a reaction to his admission. You placed small kisses against his shoulder before tightening your hold on his waist.

“I’ll always be there for you to grab. Okay? You don’t have to ask for permission or warn me. Grab me if you need me.”

“Thank you.” Chadwick captured your cheeks in his hand to force your lips into a pucker. “Gimme kisses.”

His wet kisses on your mouth and forehead acted as a diversion while his long arms stretched across your body to grab the second object of his affection: your ice cream.

Once the carton was secured and safely on his side of the bed, his loving pecks stopped abruptly.

“Hey! I wasn’t done with you!” You exclaimed, chasing his lips. “Baby, c-nigga, no you did not.”

“What?” His mouth was full of ice cream, muffling his response. “I thought I could reach out and grab you without permission.”

“I said me, not my ice cream. Give me my shit!”

His grip loosened on the carton so that you could pull it from his grasp. His fit of laughter ended with a sweet kiss to your forehead while he watched you finish the last portion of the creamy treat.

“I love you, sweetheart. Thank you for lending me these thighs when I need you.” His hands and mouth moved simultaneously, kissing your temple and softly gripping your thigh.

“No problem, handsome. I love you.”

His once innocent touching turned into sexual fondling until he was sliding his fingers into the bottom of your pajama shorts.

“Mhmm.” His index finger lightly rubbed your lower lips, sending a shudder ripping through your body. “Now put that shit down so I can grip them back the way I like.”

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Pokémon Black 2 Randomized Nuzlocke Run [Part 7]

It is time for badge number seven.

Lesgo.

Vertex (Luxray)

Caspet (Gengar)

Nessy (Milotic)

Diego (Gardevoir)

Photon (Rayquaza)

Cerberus (Dodrio)

Squad goals.

Why won’t Unova Gyms ever just let me leave?

And apparently I’m not going through Twist Mountain? I’m getting a lift on a plane?

If that’s the case, that’s happening later. I think I’m going to get Cerberus up to level 40 in the sad death tower before I do anything else. I don’t want to have members of my team lagging consistently. You will all be useful. I will make it happen.

Also, something I haven’t mentioned yet (...I think, it’s been a while to get this far) is that Pokemon Breeders in this gen seem to be available to fight every single time you enter that route. Not like you can fight them if you want. After beating them, if you leave and go back to the route, they will do the exclamation point thing.

This is annoying.

Route 7, also known as that place before the sad death tower, has one.

It is not irritating enough to conjure up hate for. And yet.

Flash forward into the future a bit later, and we have a team where everyone’s above or at 40 except for... Photon. Photon, my friend, we’re just gonna slap the Exp. Share on you and continue with the plot. Your legendary status means me stacking the deck with levels is less important.

I can’t believe this place has a purpose in this game. Or that I get to fly in a plane (I assume, my memory on the sequel games is even worse than my memory for Black and White starting out). There’s something weird about using a plane to get around in a Pokemon game. Doesn’t feel natural.

Oh well, too bad so sad.

...Lentimas Town.

I have no memory of this place.

Hey, Bianca’s coming with us! Yay!

I really have no memory of this place, but there’s some Fire pokemon in Reversal Mountain, apparently, and also Professor Juniper reminds everyone that Black and White happened, so it makes no sense for Team Plasma to be trying to wake up a dragon; they’re all accounted for after all.

My exploits from last game mattered, you guys. They really did happen.

No, but I’m easy to please. Any time the games reference games that happened in the past for the current game, I am made a happy camper. Us and N catching a legendary dragon each is a good thing to keep in continuity.

I’m starting to maybe remember this place... maybe?

I guess we don’t stay here long, so time to not really care. I do continue to like how the setting is not an exact copy of the previous games, though. There’s a lot of repetition that comes from this being a sequel, but everything’s been thought out well enough that it really does feel like a new journey.

Now see, my question is if there’s a cave to this Reversal Mountain, and is it marked with a different title. I’m catching something very soon, but do I have the option of picking between outside Reversal Mountain and inside, or do I... perchance... get both?

It’s probably just one and I should just march into the grass.

I don’t wanna.

Ah, but it looks like I have to step through grass anyway. But there is the option of dark grass vs. normal grass.

I am too battle-weary and scarred. Normal grass.

!!!! A Normal pokemon for the normal grass! Hi Miltank! Let us be the best of friends and not roll each other into death. Photon’s the best bet for not accidentally killing the little lady (I did not check this with numbers and have no plans to).

Only while I was typing, Miltank used Bide, and I missed that, so Nessy with her excellent HP had to go out and deal with the consequences of Photon’s one attack. Nessy and Twister are taking Miltank down at a safe rate. She’s in the orange, so throwing time.

While she’s using Rollout.

Of course.

Hey, first ball! We’re Pokemon Going over here!

Her name is Bessy. Because it is.

But whoops, I need to head back to the Pokemon Center for a hot second and get her out of the Graves box. You’re not dead yet, darling.

Dark grass has Luxio.

It also leads to a strange house instead of fun cave time.

See, right there in the title. Can has pokemon?

Coool. Want to join my gang?

Nessy and Twister seem to be an okay catching combo. Let’s see if we can get it working twice in a row.

Damn it, Nessy. Your first one left him in the green. The green. Sigh.

Farewell, unnamed shark friend.

(he woulda been bruce)

Ahoy random Gigalith in the upstairs of the house with the moving furniture I can’t cap because these are stills. Sadly I’m not in the mood to deal with Sturdy, so I’m going to run from those instead of harvesting them.

Awww, there’s a Castform downstairs. Plus a Spell Tag.

Then the furniture moves and clears up a doorway. Behind which is a trainer.

I feel like a lot of the NPCs we meet in these games have very hard lives. Hello Sentret in the middle of the room. Are you keeping this one company?

Ludicolo is in the front room.

Caspet learns Dark Pulse. Bye-bye, Night Shade.

Waaaaaait. Wait. Aren’t you the ghost girl from the bridge in the last games? I remember you! Is this where you get something to do instead of just being odd? Note that it doesn’t count if it’s an event thing that needs a code or internet or special event items!

She’s looking for her parents.

And her Abra.

....Then a wild Abra shows up.

Is that scripted, or did the Randomizer just give me an amazing gift?

Weepinbell back downstairs.

I go through another door, and get a Full Heal for my trouble. With added wild Octillery. Fuck you, Octillery. You are banned from all my runs forever.

Ooooo wild Haxorus. Look at all these things I can’t have. Downstairs has a stray Riolu. The trouble I go through for a... Dusk Stone. Yeah, okay, that’s nice to have. Toxicroak is also here.

Then back upstairs, suddenly Gible. What’s this place usually supposed to have?

The second floor’s chairs have moved, so I go through one of the upstairs doors. Another trainer room. Yay. With a Mr. Mime. Yay.

I’m really sorry about your life/undeath, NPC Ghost Girl.

Oh, neat. Lunar Wing.

I have no memory of which legendary that belongs to. I want to guess Cresselia, but I don’t know if it’s even in this game. I do know it’s a gen four legendary, which would make sense for the sidequest feel of this house.

Oh wait it doesn’t matter because Randomized Nuzlocke.

...Well fine, but I’d still like to know.

That makes me feel surprisingly sad.

One last door to check out. Empty but for Golett (want) and a Rare Candy. Time to leave.

Back outside there’s an Exeggcute I wouldn’t have wanted. The normal grass has Whismur.

There was a cave after all. Ugh. I can’t believe this counts as the same route as outside. Cave and grass should get to be different.

Heeey! Bianca! Wait, before we team up and I abuse your healing for exp, I need to check the other side of the cave.

Oh. The other side of the cave has a Max Repel and that’s it. Back to Bianca, I guess. And she’s psyched for Heatran, which is a very relatable feel.

Zoroark and Tangrowth for the first encounter of the cave. I say, pretending it matters. Stoutland can also be found here. Knowing their propensity for knowing Crunch, I think maybe something not Caspet can be in the front. Photon, gain your own exp for a change.

Crawdaunt is another feature. It’s a dark, Dark cave.

I was checking to see if Cerberus can learn Acrobatics. No, but he can learn Fly. You know, that classic Dodrio usage. Fly. Which he is absolutely learning.

Aww, a wild Togepi. It’s gone now.

I love getting to wander with someone who handles the healing. It’s so nice battling without stress. Also known as grinding without needing to use up items.

Haa. See, normally you’d be right, but.

Huh. There’s a Magikarp and a Weedle through a different passage. Neat. You will not be missed. Then we come across a bizarrely gen-appropriate pair of Tympole.

Can Triple Battles not be a thing? I don’t care for them. They make me worry. Arguably I could help myself by arranging my team so I would have a good comp for whenever I fell into one, but where would the fun in that sane choice be.

Dust clouds come with Munchlax. Neato.

We’re in a legendary’s nest. They’re all like this.

...Why can you find Luxray and Ninjask here???

Ditto for Steelix and Porygon. Yay for Randomizer randomizing every single room of an area. It’s cool, but in the larger places it can be really disorienting. A male Nidoran also says hello.

I don’t know where to find the Magma Stone to get Heatran, so we’re done with Reversal Mountain, I believe. Geez I hope that’s the name of this place. I’m too lazy to check at the moment.

I have escaped!

And found a Shiny Stone. Win.

I didn’t recognize this place, then I remembered. Water. Bay. Post-game trauma. They messed with the map to keep things interesting.

What.

My curiosity is piqued.

But I want to get something random in the waves before I investigate.

Um.

Well this is awkward.

Level 39.

Photon should not be out front for this. Nessy?

Okay. Nessy gets Regice in the red. Regice knows Curse and Ancient Power. I do have a Master Ball. I can’t deny that I’m seriously tempted by it, but we’re going to try doing this like a standard trainer first.

Net Ball doesn’t work because of course it doesn’t (I just wanted to use it because Surfing), and Regice knows Superpower. Ah yes, the Regis and their. Stuff. First Ultra Ball doesn’t get anywhere. Same for second. Icy Wind is Regice’s last move.

My team has no Fire or Fighting on it. I miss having those options.

Have I been able to buy Timer Balls anywhere? Those would be nice to have right about now, as my Ultra Ball supply dwindles.

I am out of Ultra Balls.

Look, Pokemon Go legendary catching can be rough. You only get so many balls, and even if you do everything perfectly, it still might run on you.

But you don’t end up spending twenty minutes trying to catch one thing.

Seconds after I type that:

Heeeeeyo.

What do I name it, though?

Refrigerator.

That doesn’t fit.

Refriger8r.

Okay, so I have to stock up on Ultra Balls, and possibly also healing options depending on my mood when I look at the prices. Then we go see what Undella Bay and Route 14 have to offer.

The Undella Pokemon Center only has Luxury and Dive Balls. :(

My beloved Timer. Where...?

And then I bought 50 Ultra Balls.

I’m going to sell some stuff.

Okay Bay, what do you have for me?

Yeah, I can make this work.

Assuming I don’t accidentally kill it.

Thank goodness for Nessy still knowing Twister. Gottem.

His name is now Zentrotta. I think we can agree he’d be happier if I hadn’t caught him. Tragedy at its finest.

Caspet is back up front, and for now Nessy will carry the Exp. Share. She’s not had much to go up against, so she’s lagging a tad.

Aw, there’s a little Deerling on the water. Aaand it’s gone.

Hello what is this.

Indeed.

...I have questions I can’t really make myself care about enough to type.

So this guy only moves if we beat him, and before we get the chance to beat him we have to pass some game-acknowledged strength test. I probably need another badge or something. But there’s enough ground to walk back and forth, so what have you got for me, Seaside Cave?

Cool beans.

Nessy, come help not kill it.

Yay, caught.

His name is Blimperton now. Welcome to the box.

Outside, the deep water spots can be Venomoth. How pleasant.

Jelli to you too, good sir.

Huh, okay, they just give you a random Jellicent encounter here.

Game. I was just trying to speed along to the Pokemon Center. Please.

Unfezant down, Simisage down, Vertex can be in for Samurott. Level 41, so I’m. not as overleveled as I usually am except for Caspet. Caspet has reached 47 and I don’t mind her being completely overpowered.

For an update, since I think I’m pretty bad about keeping track of their levels in this: Caspet is 47, Nessy is 43, Vertex is 43, Diego is 44, Photon is 45, Cerberus is 43. Everyone is healthy and alive.

Geez I hate Triple Battles. Random trainers don’t share my feelings. This is an annoyance.

ROTATION BATTLES AREN’T THAT MUCH BETTER, OTHER RANDOM TRAINER. STOP THINKING YOU’RE SPECIAL JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE AN ACE OR A COOL OR WHATEVER THE HECK YOUR TITLE IS I DIDN’T READ IT.

And I can’t continue down through Route 14 because there’s a block of people in the way. So I guess all that’s left to do is check out what the sequel to this route has in store for me.

Last game it did not have anything I wanted.

But this time...!

Eh. I’ll catch you I guess.

Her name’s Tux now.

Meanwhile, in the dark grass...

Yep.

Wormadam, too. Such grass. Much excite.

Off up to Route 13.

New route means yet another new pokemon. ...After we fight a bunch of trainers because I care more about levels than pokemon I’m hoping to never use at the moment.

Several minutes later, the only other trainers are through grass, so let’s go!

Eyo. I don’t think I’ve had you before.

Cerberus, are you up for helping?

Well, one hit almost took half your health. So let’s say no.

Nessy!

...You know, given the amount of damage it’s doing. I think I’m going to Surf and risk fainting before it kills Nessy. Aaand... yeah. Mienshao out.

This grass also has Sandile. And Cascoon.

Nothing I have knows Cut. Languish there for all days.

That Ranger wants a Triple Battle.

Why is this route like this.

Hey, a Heatran! Bianca, guess what!

Oh so you don’t need Cut. Meh. I’m not in the mood.

Professor Juniper and Bianca say hello in town. Bianca, walk about twenty steps to the right so you can find something neat. You’ll love it, promise.

But no, it’s time to listen to an old lady talk about the Giant Chasm. I don’t wanna do that, either. I want my badges. I maybe should have taken the aquarium route to speed that along, but I don’t know if that would actually do anything.

Wait, I was spamming A. Was there a directive in there?

Hm. I sense plot ahead.

This villain understands me.

Oh cool battle time.

Russell, buddy, you run almost as much as blondie scarf from gen 4. Take a chill pill. You have won all the good big brother points you possibly could just by caring about a Purrloin this long.

So everything’s telling us to go to Opelucid. For Dragons.

Hard pass, where’s the surfer Gym? Water sounds way friendlier. I’m going to see if that one’s blocked off or not.

DAMN IT.

The janitor won’t let us pass. ;-;

Okay fine, I guess we’re heading to Opelucid. And plot, probably. The plot is of no interest to me. This is true in pretty much every single one of these games. I’m in it for the pokemon. The human with their human troubles are way less fun.

New route! What will it have for us?

I had to embrace fun when I saw one of the grass patches shaking. Our first route with a wiggly grass option! And it is...?

I’ll gladly take it!

...If I can catch it!

...Preferably without anyone dying!

I’m going to let Photon take a stab. Crunch should be super effective, but Photon doesn’t have STAB adding to it, and Metagross has rocking Defense. So this might be pathetically sad, but nothing should die.

PHOTON.

FRIEND.

NOT FOOD.

Three Ultra Balls in, I am sad.

But we get it! Huzzah!

Its name is Stormy. :)

Ouch, Caspet’s trying to learn Destiny Bond.

Caspet?

You’re not dying. This is the definition of a useless move.

What else does this here grass hold when it’s not wiggling?

ELEKID. Noooo. Why must we always pass like ships in the night... Claydol is also here.

The dark grass’ first entry is Jynx and Magikarp. Chingling is also here. Buizel too.

Cerberus has learned Drill Peck! Oh happy days!

Normal grass has Vaporeon, Huntail, and Spinda to go with what we’ve already seen.

Vertex is moving up front, and Diego is getting the Exp. Share instead of Cerberus for the time being.

Another bridge, another route.

Another set of trainers that really make me want to have a Fire type.

There’s dark grass on one side of the bridge, normal grass on the other. A pass through on my bike didn’t get anything to pop out of the dark grass, so normal grass wins the prize for this route’s catch.

Before that, there are trainer battles.

Of the Triple variety.

yay

Ooooooh. I like this. I like this a lot.

Vertex, do not murder.

Vertex follows instructions, paralyzes Vileplume, and dodges getting poisoned twice. This is why he’s allowed to live. One Ultra Ball later, and new friend acquired.

Named... Bongo.

Geez, this grass also has Mamoswine. We’re not fighting that. The water’s dark spots get Zebstrika.

Uh.

So she shoves me out.

Rude. I’m the protagonist. I go where I want.

I’m starting to rush a little since this part is getting long and I haven’t even hit the badge town, but hey! I do remember this sequence! I remembered it belonging to a different game, but A for effort, right?

Made it to Opelucid.

Since the game itself suggests via Iris to go to Route 9 first, I’m guessing I should clear up anywhere that offers trainers to fight before trying the Gym. Dragon is a pain anyway. I don’t have anything except Nessy’s Twister that’s super effective against it. I think even at the level I’m at, it should be okay, but I also think it could go incredibly badly, which I don’t want.

But before that, Route 11 didn’t force me to go through any grass, so I still have a pokemon to catch there. Let’s watch.

Huh, interesting. ...Vertex, let’s swap you out before something unfortunate happens. Though it is level 36, and he does know Crunch... Yeah, we’re going to be stupid. Magnitude 7 doesn’t do a threatening amount of damage. Yay.

She is caught, and her name shall be Winn.

Now the other side of Opelucid, after healing up.

Miltank! But we have a Miltank. Next.

I like.

Vertex. Critical hits are for trainer battles. Sigh. Farewell, Route 9. I think we could have been great together, but alas. Now to go through all the everything else to do in this route and then go finally get the seventh badge.

Hm. I think maybe I’ll just get everyone on the team up to 50, then go for it. Nice, even number.

Other things of note: I have found a Mart with Quick Balls. The world is bright. But for now, grinding. ...Against Torchic and Deerling, apparently. Maybe I want other grass. Oh, but dude. Glaceon in the dark grass. Nice. Ha, randomized and still offering super effective options outside scary gyms. Golduck and Nidorina are here, too. And Braviary and Pansage.

-winds the clock forward a few hours-

K, we’ve got folks at level 50 now. So, Drayden?

Dragons.

Cerberus is going to sit in first for a while. He’s on the fragile side, but his Attack and Speed are good, and Flying should be neutral to everything in the Gym. Same cloth as Caspet, only physical. Nessy might take over just for the comfort of tankiness, but this is where we start.

First person in the Gym has one level 46 Fraxure.

Dragons are scary.

Oh fuck you.

Fuck. That’s partially on me. If I had used Drill Peck instead of Fly, Fraxure would have been busy Dragon Dancing and would have done zero damage. But I used Fly to try to hit Fraxure hard while avoiding any of its attacks, and.

Look, the screencap’s right there.

Fuck.

Nessy’s going in, under the theory that nothing on my team is going before Dragon Dance x2 Fraxure, but Nessy’s the most likely option for surviving.

It uses Taunt so it doesn’t matter.

Great.

Cerberus, I like Dodrio. An Adamant Dodrio? Wonderful. You will be missed. Fly will be missed. Many things about this feel awful.

Bye.

Stormy is a Jolly Metagross that’s a little quick tempered.

Welcome. You’ll be given the Exp. Share while your new friends try very hard to make it through the rest of this Gym without casualties.

-drums fingers-

With Dragon Dance being a move everything in this Gym is probably going to know, I do not want to play the long game with any of the trainers. I want to go in and kill everything in one hit.

...Caspet is in front.

-hides eyes behind hands-

-gives Caspet a Spell Tag-

One trainer down as planned.

IIIIIII hate this gym.

Druddigon has Crunch. Things to keep in mind.

So now we have the most obnoxious part of this Gym. I get to choose between Rotation and Triple Battle for the next peg up it. My usual path says I do both. In case you haven’t noticed, I hate Triple Battles. Doing one is not high on my list of desired outcomes.

But I’d feel weird avoiding it. Famous last words. -sigh- Caspet, Vertex, Nessy. That’s the order. Let’s do this.

Easy part done. Rotation Battle win. Ugh.

For the sake of my sanity, I’m giving Caspet all three of my Rare Candy. Yes, I have a favorite, yes, it’s the closest thing I have to a starter. If I’m putting her so close to the chopping block, I’m going to make sure she’s fully equipped. Druddigons are surviving to attack her right now, and that’s no bueno.

Triple Battle. Weeee.

It ends in a round because Caspet wins at life. Awesome. Okay.

All that’s left is Drayden.

This guy’s face is a lot less scary when it isn’t up close.

Sooooooo. Level 46 Druddigon is first. Shadow Ball finishes it. Flygon is next. ...That one, I think I can trust to Nessy. Flygon isn’t as much about hard hits.

Level 46 again. Crunch gets a critical hit that just barely keeps Nessy in the green, Nessy uses Surf. Surf brings Flygon to a sliver of red, so I go with Surf again. Hopefully Flygon’s other moves don’t do more damage than a critical hit Crunch, or Drayden feels like healing it.

Yeah, Drayden goes with a Hyper Potion.

...Flygon’s next Crunch gets a critical hit too, what the hell.

Surf after that faints it, though. So that’s two out of three down.

Drayden’s last pokemon is Haxorus. Nessy’s too far in the red to keep in without healing, and Haxorus is high on the Dragon Dance strat list. But if Caspet can’t get it in one hit, I’m pretty confident in Haxorus’ ability to fuck Caspet up.

But I’m honestly pretty confident in Haxorus’ ability to fuck my entire team up. Caspet would be the best bet for ending it fast. ...So, you know. Caspet. Go. Go. not die.

Level 48 Haxorus. Yaaaaaaaaaaay.

CASPET YOU BEAUTIFUL GHOST.

THAT’S BADGE SEVEN.

WE’RE NOT ALL ALIVE BUT ENOUGH OF US ARE.

AND I WAS PREWARNED ABOUT GETTING TALKED TO OUTSIDE ABOUT UNOVA’S MYTHOLOGY, BUT FOR NOW THIS PART IS OVER, THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.

#Pokemon #Nuzlocke Challenge #Nuzlocke

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singingunderthecurtain · 7 years ago

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Christmas Cookies (Secret Santa Content Exchange)

Photo(s) screenshot by me from Lay’s live broadcast.

Author: @julietsoddeye AU: College AU Genre: Fluff Pairing: Nat from @kpopimagi x Lay Trigger Warning: None Word Count: 1,294 Plot: Nat comes home to the smell of something burning?!?!?!?!?!

This is a scenario I wrote for the Secret Santa Content Exchange project by @kpop-stole-my-lyfe and @welovekpopscenarios

This is purely fictional, any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental.

The Person you are writing for is: Nat from @kpopimagi Their ultimate biases are: Yixing, Minseok, and Jongin from EXO The prompts you are free to choose from are: Meeting at a ski lodge, or making Christmas cookies!

Another day at work, another shitty day is done. As a working student, this has been a cycle for Nat for 3 years now. ‘Just one more year.’, she thinks to herself as she trudges along the many flights of stairs the shitty apartment building lives on has. If she only has the money, she will definitely find a better apartment than where she is now. But being a self-sufficient student, this is the only choice she had the moment she moved out.

She never wanted to bother her parents with allowance anymore, paying for her tuition is already too much. She has to do something so she can survive her everyday life. And working in the coffee shop just outside her University as the main baker is the only way for now. ‘One more freaking year!’ she screamed at herself inside her mind again, continuing to climb up her floor.

Have I mentioned already that her apartment building doesn’t have an elevator? Yeah… Just one of the many cons of living in a very cheap flat.

As Nat’s right foot set on the final step of her floor, she smelled a faint smell. It smells like a mix of sweetness and burning. And as she advances near her door, the scent gets stronger and stronger.

She immediately grabs her keys from her backpack and with a shaky hand, she puts the key in the hole, missing it a few times at first.

Nat’s vision becomes blurry the second she pushes the door open. She can hear and see her boyfriend coughing and violently swaying an empty binder folder as a makeshift fan. He’s obviously trying to wind the smoke out the window.

“Yixing? Yixing, what’s happening?!”

Nat calls out to her boyfriend, coughing too as she makes her way near Yixing.

“Oh baby, you’re home.”

Yixing immediately beams at Nat, as if he wasn’t in immediate danger… We he isn’t because Nat couldn’t see any fire, but why the hell is it smoky anyway?

“What is happening here? Why is it so smoky?”

She asks as she turns on the electric fan attached to the wall. Yixing’s shoulder slumps down when he saw what she did.

“Why didn’t I think of that?”

Nat rolls her eyes.

“What happened?”

She asks again, more stern sounding this time. Yixing immediately pouts when he heard her ‘mom voice’.

“I—I wanted to surprise you— I looked up a simple Christmas cookie recipe and— And it has all the ingredients and steps on how to bake— But it didn’t say that I have to constantly watch it…”

Yixing stammers as he explains, his sullen look never leaving his cute and adorable face. Nat’s heart immediately melted and turned into putty inside her ribcage. She ran to Yixing with open arms, her backpack drops on the floor as she stretches her arms wide for him. Yixing burrows his face into her hair when Nat hugs him.

“Aww, Xingie. You’re so sweet.”

Nat coos in at Yixing’s ears.

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

She felt his lips pout some more on the exposed skin of her ear that he’s nuzzling onto.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too.”

“Since you do all the baking at work, I just— I want to bake for you.”

“Shh, it’s fine. Do you want me to help you bake again?”

Nat said as she caresses Yixing’s back in comforting strokes.

“You can teach me. I want you to relax.”

Yixing pulls away from Nat slightly so he can look into her eyes as he beams.

* * *

After more than half an hour of teaching Yixing on the proper mixing procedure, chilling the dough multiple times and actual baking, plus cooling the sugar cookies, it is time to decorate them.

Yixing pulls out a set of newly bought gel icing pens from their shared humble pantry cabinet. Nat was impressed that her boyfriend actually did his research on everything and it warms her heart that he went through all those troubles just to bake cookies for her.

“Woah, you even bought icing pens!”

Nat lights up from the multiple colored pens in front of her. She loves looking at baking ingredients even though she’s faced with it at work. Her baking gig is actually what keeps her sane from all the studying.

She hates her shitty boss, but she loves her job.

“Well I know it will take more time if I make my own icing, so I bought these squeeze bottle pens instead. I hope you don’t mind, babe.”

“Of course not, baby. Thank you for your effort.”

Yixing opened one icing pen and squeezed a tiny amount of icing on the tip of index finger. He reaches his finger into his mouth, tasting the frosting and his eyes widen with how good it was.

“Woah! This is really yummy. Not too sweet!”

“Yeah, that’s actually my favorite brand.”

“Come here and taste this…”

Yixing squeezed some more of the red icing on the same finger and extended his arm to Nat.

Nat didn’t hesitate to come near her boyfriend to have a taste of the icing even though she already knows how it tastes like.

As Nat comes close and before she even realizes what’s to happen, Yixing’s face suddenly gave off a playfully evil look. Because rather putting his finger in her mouth so she can have a taste of the sweet frosting, he wipes the icing on her nose instead.

“Di— Did you just… YAAAAHHHH!!!”

Yixing then immediately ran away from her, he knows he is in trouble.

Grabbing one random colored icing pen, Nat runs after her boyfriend.

Yixing, who was running backward while looking at Nat before him, didn’t realize that he’s about to collide on their couch. He yelps out when he fell on his back on the couch. The icing he was holding gets thrown up in the air and away from him.

Nat took the tiny moment of Yixing’s vulnerability and jumps up on top of him. With a smirk on her face, she squishes the pink icing bottle in between her fingers a hella lot all around her palm and put forth a playful but evil smirk, similar to what Yixing gave a while ago.

“B—Baby… Babe… Love… Can we— Can we talk about this first…”

Yixing started begging for his girlfriend to spare him as if his life depended on it. Nat’s viciously joyous sneer only grew across her lips.

“Baby, please… T—that’s a lot of icing!!!”

“I’m only recouping for what you did to me…”

Nat said in a fake and sickly-sweet tone. Yixing’s eyes grew the size of the moon when Nat started to slowly stretch her hand near his face.

“But that’s a lot more icing than what I rubbed on you!”

Yixing pouts like a child with his cheeks puffing out, using his cute face to make his girlfriend change her mind. But it wasn’t effective because Nat is now smudging the icing starting on his nose, the lips and down to his chin.

Yixing closes his eyes as he let out a pretend childing sob. Nat laughs out loud as she watches her boyfriend squirm like a worm under her.

“Aww, you’re so cute!”

Nat squeals and crashes her lips on Yixing, licking the icing off of him.

Yixing then envelopes one arm around Nat’s waist and his other hand cupping the back of her neck to deepen their kiss. The cookies are now abandoned and forgotten on the kitchen counter.

#exowritersnet #kpopwritingnet #kloversnet #Secret Santa Content Exchange #kpopimagi #kpop-stole-my-lyfe #Zhang Yixing #Lay #Yixing #Fluff #Christmas Fic #Christmas Scenario #exo scenario #Yixing scenario #Lay scenario #exo christmas

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mpdgmustdie · 7 years ago

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French Toast and Families

Characters: Logan, Patton, Roman, Virgil

Pairings: Prinxiety (can be read as platonic) and Logicality (can also be read as platonic, idk there might be others but that’s the only subtext I intentionally put in

Word Count: 1710

Summary: A few weeks after the ‘Fitting In’ video. Virgil is becoming more comfortable with his identity as part of the group, but still has some lingering doubts. Lots of fluff.

Warnings: negative self-talk, angst; I think that’s it, but please correct me if i’m wrong

A/N: This is my first fic, so feedback would be appreciated. I’m sorry for any typos or ooc behavior. So anyway, here goes... (I am afraid.)

Virgil awoke to the noise of the other sides clattering in the kitchen. "Oh crap I overslept I was supposed to help with breakfast and- Hey. It's okay. Deep breaths." As he practiced his usual 7-4-8 rhythm he focused on the sounds of the others from down below his room. It had been a few weeks since that whole Harry Potter incident, and he was still trying to get used to the idea that Thomas, Patton, Logan, and Roman all needed- no, wanted him around, that he belonged with them, that they were his friends, his- family. The word tasted so sweet and strange on his tongue, almost too beautiful to be real. More often than not he woke up convinced it was all a dream. "Speaking of waking up, I should get downstairs before they somehow manage to burn down the mind palace..." He quickly changed into his new attire and went downstairs.

"Hey there kiddo!" Patton chirped. “I was just about to come check on you!” “No need, I’m up,” Virgil muttered, perching on the counter a safe distance away from what appeared to be the beginnings of French toast. "Well obviously. I-" Logan was cut off by a loud remark from Roman. "Is that milk you're putting in? the prince asked incredulously. "Yes," Logan replied. "Is there an issue?" Roman seemed to be at a loss for words. "I- You- You can't just put in milk! It dilutes the flavor! French toast is an experience! It's bland, ordinary bread baptized in rich, eggy, goodness to make a treat worthy of royalty!" "I'm afraid I must correct you there. Though French toast, or 'pain perdu' as they called it at the time, was consumed by Henry V, it dates back to as early as the 5th century, when the bread was primarily dipped in milk and fried for the consumption of peasants." Logan smirked. "Aww... Lo, you're such an egghead!" Patton grinned, making finger guns at him. Logan groaned, looking like he wanted nothing more than to dump the milk on Patton's head. "Ooh, I know eggxactly how to fix this milk dilemma! Moove over!"

This was apparently too much for Logan, who shot Virgil an exasperated look as if to say "look at the things I put up with" then walked off to collect himself, presumably in the sane realm of his room. Patton reached into a cupboard and pulled out two bottles. "With a little vanilla and cinnamon there'll be more than enough flavor!" He poured a thin stream of vanilla into the bowl, turning the liquid a lovely shade of brown. Then he uncapped the cinnamon and began shaking a bit of the fragrant powder into the mixture. Unfortunately, Logan chose to reappear at that exact moment, and Roman burst into his own rendition of Belle's song from Beauty and the Beast to acknowledge his return. "Here comes Logan with his books like always The same old facts and notes to tell..." Startled both by Logan's sudden reappearance and Roman's sudden musical outburst, Patton squeezed the bottle a little too hard and cinnamon came flying out, covering the counter and turning the bowl's contents a dark brown. "Vanilla?! CINNAMON?! Who taught you how to cook?" Logan fumed, peering into the bowl with a dismal expression on his face as he tried to skim some of the extra cinnamon off the top of the mixture with a fork. Virgil snorted. Logan was definitely not a morning person. And his temper had been pretty short these days, which was worrying...

“Hey kiddo, do you wanna come help Roman cook this stuff?" Patton asked. "Sure," Virgil slipped off the counter and over to the stove. Because if anyone could burn the mind palace down, it'd be Princey... Despite Logan's best efforts, the French toast goop was still dark with cinnamon. Virgil, dragged a piece of bread through it, which removed most of the excess cinnamon, then threw it on the pan. Roman did the same, flipping the slice sharply through the air with a spatula and landing it on the pan with a satisfying hiss. Roman's sharp movements gave Virgil an idea. It was silly, but it seemed like the sort of thing friends did... He picked up his spatula and pointed it at Roman like a sword. "En garde, Prince!" Roman, who had been hovering over the cooking toast, whirled around, exchanging a bewildered look with Logan. Patton let out a high pitched squeak. I should have thought this through everyone is looking at me I'm so stupid why did I- Distracted by his rising panic, Virgil nearly failed to dodge Roman's spatula as it came swinging towards him. "If it's a duel you want, a duel you shall have, edgelord!" cried the prince. Virgil stabbed at him then ducked behind the counter, running out into the other room. Patton was beaming and Logan looked confused, a rare expression for him. Neither Roman nor Virgil noticed, as they were locked in the middle of an all out spatula duel in the living room.

All the sides loved acting, as they were all parts of Thomas, but Virgil loved the rush of adrenaline that came from stage fighting in particular. "This," Virgil decided, "is a positive kind of anxiety." He fought defensively, ducking behind couches and chairs and parrying jabs from Roman, who had an affinity for spinning and flourishing his spatula dramatically. Roman was relentless, and eventually, despite Virgil's best efforts, the prince had him pined down against the floor with one hand, pointing his weapon towards Virgil's throat with the other. "Yield," he commanded. "Never!" Virgil laughed, out of breath. Roman grinned, then looked at him. "You know Verge, I've never heard you laugh before." "Oh, uh... you know..." Virgil trailed off, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. What was he supposed to say to that? "Relax, Hot Topic, I like it," he said easily, offering one of his trademark charming smiles. "Well, thanks, I guess," Virgil replied awkwardly. "Boys, your toast!" Logan called from the kitchen, sounding vaguely alarmed.

"Crap!" Roman ran to the kitchen, followed by Virgil. Logan was standing over a pan of brownish black toast and Patton appeared to be distracted by a cat video. "What... happened?" Roman asked, aghast. "Toast... why did you toast my bread? Now it is blackened and dead!" He lamented. "It wasn't my fault!" Logan said quickly. "I assumed Patton was keeping an eye on the stove, so I started reading!" "Well, you can't really trust Pa-" Roman was cut short by a glare from Virgil. "I mean, it's alright, we can just make more." "I gotta be honest, I don't know what you all are talking about. French toast tastes the best this way," Virgil admitted. "What?!" Roman cried, outraged. "Yeah, you know, the more cooked it is, the less risk of Salmonella there is..." "While only 1 in about 20,000 eggs is contaminated with Salmonella bacteria, it never hurts to be careful," Logan added helpfully. "Plus it looks kinda, I dunno... edgy?" Roman blinked. "...You think Halloween crayons and burned toast are edgy." "And?" "Nothing," said Roman, hiding a smile. "I'm not-" Virgil started, but was cut off by Patton. "If fish could make snow angels, what would they look like?" he wondered aloud. No one knew quite what to make of that.

After many bad puns, a few more pieces of burned toast, and one slightly singed tie, the sides were sitting around the table eating happily. Logan and Roman appeared to be drowning their toast in Crofter's. "Seriously guys, what is with you and that jam?" Virgil asked. "Oh you simply must try some; it's exquisite!" Roman advised. I concur," Logan said thickly, his mouth full of jelly-soaked toast. "Uhh... No thanks," Virgil grimaced. "What do you guys wanna do after breakfast?" Patton questioned. "There's a few things for next month I need to plan," Logan replied. "I was planning on having an epic adventure!" Roman announced. "I dunno, just chilling in my room, I guess," Virgil replied when the others looked towards him. He'd had such a good time with everyone, did it really have to end? "Of course it does, you idiot,” he thought, looking down at the table. "They have lives after all, and much better things to do than spend time with you. You slept in late, you challenged Roman to a stupid sword fight, you let the toast burn-"

"Are you alright, Patton?" Logan sounded concerned. Virgil looked up to see Patton hastily trying to wipe a disappointed expression from his face. "Yep, I'm fine. I guess I was hoping we could maybe all cuddle for a bit, but seeing as how you all have things to do..." "Next month isn't for a while," Logan cut in, looking at Patton with an odd expression. "Adventures can happen any day. Cuddling with the ones you hold dear... that is a rarity," Roman nodded. Virgil shrugged, and gave a half-smile. "I'm down for that." Patton broke into a grin, a faint sheen of tears in his eyes. "I love you guys so much," he said in a choked tone. Virgil could've sworn he heard Logan mutter the word 'adorable' under his breath, and then Patton was pulling them all towards the couch. Logan ended up by the arm of the couch, with Patton snuggled into his side. Patton's free arm was around Roman's shoulders, who was draped elegantly over the remainder of the sofa. Virgil stood awkwardly by the side of the couch, unsure of what to do. He'd never really cuddled before. Luckily Patton came to his rescue. "Hey Roman, would you mind scooting over a bit?" The prince sighed dramatically, but smiled and pulled Virgil toward the couch in between himself and Patton. Roman was leaning against him, Patton's arm was around him, and Virgil felt safe. He could feel the others' love for him as they sat there together in content silence, connecting together as parts of a whole. He closed his eyes to stop the tears from falling, trying to soak in every sensation of the moment. He was not the villain. He was not a reject. And for the first time, Virgil felt like he'd found a family, found a home.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #french toast #thomas sanders fic #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #my fic

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