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afriendlyblackhottie · 2 years

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Play Too Much

Summary: you just won’t let up

Pairings: Andy Barber x Black!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, oral (male receiving), daddy kink

(A/N: lol thanks @sopranomaestra93. Not edited innnnnnn the slightest. Like follow reblog with a comment. Peace punch captain crunch 💜 ✌🏾)

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It was like how was he even supposed to respond to that

And why was this so amusing for you

And how the hell was he supposed to get you to cut it the fuck out

Sure you hadn’t called him bruh again

But there was a slip up with dude

Then you threw your hands up and said, “I call everyone dude!”

Just before he yanked you over his lap again

He didn’t know what else he was supposed to do

Clearly you were enjoying this a little too much

And you were lucky that he loved your bratty ass

So when you walked into the kitchen one night as he was washing the dishes

To pour yourself a glass of wine

You winked at him and said, “sup, Playboy.”

And what the fuck was he supposed to say to that

It technically wasn’t dude

Or bro

Or bruh (god he’d hated that in particular)

But he wasn’t really sure how to feel about it

So he made a face as he finished loading up the dishwasher

“Playboy?” He asked watching as you turned around taking a sip of your wine

“Oh don’t tell me you don’t like this either,” you said with an eye roll.

He could tell you were trying to provoke him. He already figured you’d been enjoying working him up

But this was just

What the hell was he supposed to do when his brat was acting out in the most minor of way

He didn’t wanna overreact

But goddamn

You were clearly doing it for a reaction

You jumped up on the counter. Taking a seat as you watched him walk over to you while you sipped your wine

Andy put his hands on either side of your hips as he hugged into you.

“Don’t make it a habit,” he grumbled before kissing your cheek.

“Why? What ya gonna do about it, Playboy,” you cooed, setting your glass down to rest your hands on his chest. “Spank me?”

“I’m starting to think you’re enjoying that. I might have to get a little drastic if you don’t cut it out.”

“I mean do what you need to do, Playboy,” you teased before taking a sip of wine.

Andy chuckled and then kissed his teeth. Rubbing his hands up and down your thighs.

“Keep calling me that and i will,” he said before puckering your lips dramatically.

“Mmmm you not gonna do shit,” you said nuzzling your nose against his. Bringing your hands up to his face to tangle in his beard hair

“Mmm,” he hummed as his own hands came around to grip onto your ass. “Little fuckin’ trouble maker.”

“Isn’t that why you love me?” You challenged, before puckering your lips all dramatically to press a kiss on his lips.

“You should only be so lucky.” Andy chuckled making you scooch a little closer to him.

“Me? You were living off of Taco Bell and Burger King before me. You should be happy I’m feeding you,” you said rubbing his stomach. Feeling abs under your palm.

He could tell your bratty ass was low key trying to start something

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out you kept fucking around for that

“I was busy! I had to eat what I could,” he said with a laugh.

“But, Playboy, Burger King. Look I understand Taco Bell is fucking amazing and dear god i could fuck up a Mexican pizza right now but Burger King? Baby, you could do better.”

“Just for that I’m gonna have some Burger King for lunch tomorrow.”

“Ewwww then I won’t be able to kiss you,” you said crinkling your nose. “And if I can’t kiss you then I’m gonna have to leave you and find someone else to ki- ah!”

You’d gasped as he snapped you up. Hand finding it’s way around your neck. Not too hard to hurt you, but enough to let you know he wasn’t fucking around with you.

At the same time snatching up one of your wrists.

“You do not fucking play like that,” he growled. “Do you fucking hear me.”

“I’m-I’m- I was just kidding.”

Andy rolled his eyes. “Yeah and I have to keep telling you to watch your fucking mouth lately. Getting real sick of your shit.”

You pouted, lip started to tremble. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Oh now you’re sorry. You weren’t sorry before.”

“I am,” you whimpered.

Too bad Andy was passed carrying

Besides he needed to scare you a little

Show you whose boss again because obviously you’d forgotten

It wasn’t that Andy was a stick in the mud

He was just tired of this shit. Needed you to get the fucking message

He wasn’t one to be fucked with

Had to nip it in the bud just in case you pushed and pushed and pushed

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered as he finally got you on the bed.

“Not so fucking funny now, huh,” he said leaning down to whisper in your ear, wrapping his hand around your neck again as he leaned down to kiss you.

Then his hand moved down your body until his hand was on your stomach where he started tickling you.

“Ah!” You screamed and tried to push his hand away only for him to grab them in one of his. “Andy! Stop!”

“Not so funny now, huh,” he said laughing.

You tried to turn to push him away again but he didn’t stop tickling your stomach before going to your side and assaulting you there too.

“Stop! I’m gonna pee!”

Finally he let up but it didn’t matter because now there were tears in your eyes as you tried to calm down

“Bet you’ll watch your little mouth now.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, Playboy.”

Andy rolled his eyes. “You are incorrigible.”

“Yeah and what if I am?” You challenged.

You quickly found out after he put you on your knees. Moving your head down roughly so you could throat this cock.

Hey if you were going to be a little fucking brat the least you could do was put your mouth to work after

And fuck did you

Sure you tried to fight against him at first but it wasn’t like you weren’t a cock hungry slut

If Andy wanted to use your mouth you’d let him

Besides

It’s what you deserved

What you wanted

That’s why you were acting up

Maybe he’d come up with a proper punishment for the next time so you’d get the picture

But for right now he was just going to enjoy getting his dick sucked

#fics by afbh #andy barber smut #chris evans smut #andy barber x reader #andy barber x black!reader #andy barber x woc!reader #andy barber x female reader #chris evans x black female reader #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader

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awesomemango1 · 3 years

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The Hogwarts Houses as things me and my friends have said—

Ravenclaw: Just become an astronaut instead

Hufflepuff: But math

Ravenclaw: ✨ space ✨

Hufflepuff: Ah a solid argument

Ravenclaw: I’m glad we can see eye to eye on that

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Slytherin: Guys I can’t edit all these hands to look like Ws. It’s not easy being the winner.

Gryffindor: I dare you

Slytherin:

Gryffindor: No, I double dog dare you

Slytherin: Give me a sec

Gryffindor: Scratch that, triple dog dare you to do it

Slytherin: *shows picture of edited hands to look like Ws*

Gryffindor: 🥲 beautiful

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Slytherin: I think the first time I considered suicide was my mom forcing me to spend hours every Sunday watching Little House on the Prairie

Gryffindor: Bro - take a chill pill

Slytherin: I respect you as a man but even you wouldn’t last 30 minutes watching that abomination of a TV show

Gryffindor: What do you mean - I grew up watching Little House on the Prairie

Hufflepuff: Bro that show is so good

Slytherin: Dude it’s blander than unsalted pretzels

Gryffindor: Dude you obviously didn’t see the episode where their house caught on fire

Ravenclaw: *laughing hysterically in the background*

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Slytherin: Get a load of this fool, tryna get slapped

Gryffindor: That is assault

Slytherin and Ravenclaw: No, assault is cutting off your knuckles and running them over in an ikea parking lot

Gryffindor: Why would you run them over after you cut them off - I can’t feel them anymore - they are cut off

Slytherin: Because the humiliation is part of the assault, silly

Ravenclaw: To watch your severed appendages so severely treated in in the cold dark ikea parking lot is a lot more harrowing of an experience than simply getting slapped *high fives Slytherin*

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Slytherin: Serial Killer tips 101

Ravenclaw: I think you mean Murder Mystery Writing 101

Hufflepuff: You guys need to cool your true crime podcast addiction. It might be affecting your mental health.

Slytherin: *looks skeptically at Ravenclaw* Raven. What kind of murder mysteries are you reading hunny. Mental health? Never heard of it.

Ravenclaw: Who, me? 😅 *hides recently played true crime podcasts and recently read books from view*

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Ravenclaw: What up, fellow tree. Important question: what’s your favorite type of wood?

Slytherin: Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?

Ravenclaw: It’s Captain Crunch.

Slytherin: …….. my favorite type of wood is walnut

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Gryffindor: Bad news, lads, I’m using my imagination again

Slytherin: ?

Ravenclaw:

Hufflepuff:

Gryffindor: No u

Ravenclaw: I don’t even know what I should be asking

Gryffindor: It’s ok, take your time

Hufflepuff: Thank you

Gryffindor: Np

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Gryffindor and Slytherin: We are like the three stooges but we’re stupid enough that we only need two of us

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Gryffindor: Beware of the Speed Hump!

Hufflepuff: *le gasp* Not the speed hump!

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Hufflepuff: I need to eat more aesthetically.

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Ravenclaw: Yes they do. Liver disease does effect the liver.

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Gryffindor: I was a dying ADD goldfish

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Slytherin: Oh to be young and alive. I am neither of these things.

#harry potter #the hogwarts houses as a conversation between my friends #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #gryffindor #slytherin #hogwarts #get this notes if you want more friend chaotic energy #funny #meme #college

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mckayrulez-tlg · 3 years

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Arrival of Firstdawn

Firstdawn:

I look into the minds of my brothers to see where we even are to start the hunt.

(*Is completely unaware her mentally handicapped inbred brothers flew them through Michael Kingdom space all these years. They were left alone due to their unaggressive nature and the hive being so OBVIOUSLY a hive but flying so casually that people couldn't believe it was a threat. And any hybrid captains or commanders that called them up were met by Purple faces (due to inbred skin disorder of what was once rare blue skins) that hybrids couldn't possibly think they were wraith dur to not being green and sent them on their way trying to get what they thought was a lost ship of rare aliens back to the aquatic reserve. *)

We're near a snow planet (Elsania)... Perhaps Michael left that untouched? He has sure pickings of everything, surely he wouldn't bother with a cold and desolate world if he could?

Though even if it is another of his worlds, another brother death will show my foolish brothers the faulty of their actions and how precious our untouched livestock's lives truly are. So they wont make the same mistake twice.

(("You may proceed with the landing."))

The hive lands on the snowy mounds and my brothers eagerly rush out.

I sigh.

The dumb idiots are all going to feed themselves to death...

I sit upon my throne expecting a specimine to be brought before my council of zeanna for the test, but honestly, they're probably too impatcient for formalities. But I will not stoop to my brother's level and wait upon my throne like a Queen should.

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Outside, in the crunch of fresh snow, a scream rings out across the chilly air.

A hybrid looks up from snowman building on a mountain trail and moves towards the sound that the echo of the scream through the mountains originated. He climbs up and peeks over the snowy top of the mountain and looks over and and witnesses tens to thirty people covered up in strange leather and cloth armour leaving an old war hive.

He sees them come upon confused hybrids and witnesses... A FEEDING!

More of his hybrid brothers scream out.

They're lives can't be drained from GMOs much to the confusion of their attackers and instead they EAT the hybrids.

The hybrid who saw quickly ducks down and sends mental word to base camp.

(Hybrid witness): (("OH KING! TIB AND HIS MEN ARE HERE! I JUST SAW ONE EAT A HYBRIDS HEAD LIKE A GINGERBREAD COOKIE!! HELPPPPPPP!"))

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The empty hive bridge beeps as an alarm from the planet rings out to the kingdom, but none of the bros are there to hear it since they're all out feasting...

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lordseochangbin · 4 years

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daydream

Yang Jeongin x Reader

A/N: I don’t think I interpreted the dilemma behind this story properly but yeet! Jeongin best boy. I-I’m kinda crying over this Jeongin fluff is superior omg.

2k word count. Fluff (and a tad! of angst)

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He was watching.

Every time you talked to him, held his hand, walked with him to class, Jeongin was watching.

“Seungmin, did you finish your homework?” You asked, looking out into the field for somewhere to sit during lunch.

“I never get homework,” Seungmin simply replied.

“Lucky..”

Jeongin couldn’t help but to wonder how you faced high school alone, and he tried to approach you so many times but he found himself chickening out.

“Grow a pair, bro” Hyunjin said, nudging Jeongin with his elbow. These boys were the most popular of the soccer team, and with the big match tonight they all sat at the lucky table with cheerleaders that Jeongin found no interest in. He only had eyes on you this entire time.

“Yeah dude, just go talk to her” Chan agreed. Jeongin turned around in his seat to see you sitting down on the field, throwing some chips at the ground.

“Is she just throwing chips everywhere?” Minho asked, watching Jeongin’s gaze as he watched you.

“I don’t know… I think it’s kinda cute..” Jeongin whispered to himself.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s cute that she litters” Minho snickered. Hyunjin simply pouted, gaining Jeongin’s attention.

“I’d litter if it meant Jeongin calling me cute..”

“It’s only cute when she does it. She’s cute when she does anything.” Jeongin said, turning around to face the guys and stuffing his mouth with his salad.

“Whipped.”

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“Seungmin! Stop pestering me” You giggled, throwing some of your chips at him.

“Noooo” He replied with a smile, “You’re littering ma’am!”

“Littering?” You whispered to yourself, picking up the chips and letting out an exhausted sigh. “Right…”

“Is this seat taken?” Jeongin asked with a smile. Oh god.. is he talking to me? You thought. Where did Seungmin go?

“Actually yeah.. it is.”

You watched as his lips formed a pout, his downcast eyes low before he could look around in question. “Really? Where?”

You looked around for Seungmin before giving in. “Fine.. you can sit.”

“Great!” You looked away from him as he sat down, a grin plastered on your face due to his enthusiasm. He was like the sun, a smile so bright it felt contagious.

“So… are you coming to the game tonight?” You faced him again, letting down a deep gulp as you watched his features. You were starting to understand why all the girls fawned over him. He was handsome up close, and every girl would go for the soccer king.

“Um.. no. I have plans.” Jeongin let out a scoff as he put his salad aside.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He bluntly asked. Fuck. You nearly choked on your chips, the cheesy crust of cheetos coating your lips and fingertips as he raises his eyebrows at your reaction.

“You don’t!” He exclaimed in excitement as you slowly regained your breath.

“I. DO.” You pant out, taking a sip of water.

“Damn. Well, if he wouldn't mind.. I would like to get to know you..” You smiled at his small approach. Not knowing how Seungmin would react to your new friend, you decided to take the chance. Pulling out the chocolate milk bag you had for Seungmin, you poked a straw on the side and held it out to him.

“Want a sip?” The next second, Jeongin snatches it out of your hands, downing the whole thing as he looks straight in front of him.

“Hey!” You spurted out, reaching for the milk before realizing it was finished.

Jeongin lifted his chin a little, a smug look on his face as he smiled at you with his fox-like eyes.. “Hey to you too”

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The kids are dashing out of the classroom door at the sound of the bell. Everyone’s eager to get home as quick as possible and prepare themselves for the game. You, on the other hand, were waiting to meet Seungmin out in the front so you can tell him about your new buddy.

Jeongin walked you to your locker, your next class (that you had no idea you had with him), and to your last period. His kindness made butterflies form in your stomach that you didn’t even know could form. The attention you were suddenly receiving and cold looks from other girls as you walked down the hall with him were somewhat pleasing. It was nice to be known.

You didn’t let it get too into your head though, walking to your usual meeting spot to find Seungmin waiting there.

“Seungmin!” You run over to the steps.

“Hey, how was class?” Seungmin was something else. He was just your type. Hair always parted perfect, teeth perfectly aligned, if you didn’t know him you would’ve assumed he was a prince. He was perfect, his existence- almost unbelievable.

“It was good.. actually I made a new friend-”

“Hey, y/n!”

You turned around at the sudden call, surprised to see Jeongin before you.“Hey, Jeongin.. what’s up?”

Jeongin joined you on the stairs, his eyes blinking like a child as he asked, “I just wanted to ask again- are you sure you can’t make it to the game?”

You looked at Seungmin, who simply stared back at you before looking back at Jeongin. “I told you.. I have plans?”

“With your boyfriend? Who is it? Does he go here?” Jeongin asked, voice sounding exhausted as he took the defeat of an unfavorable answer.

“Yeah Jeongin, he goes here. He’s right here. His name is Kim Seungmin.”

Jeongin looked at you puzzled. “There’s no one here named Kim Seungmin..”

Pfft. Jeongin acts as if he knows the whole school. “Yeah, he’s right her-”

You turned around to see Seungmin gone. As if he wasn’t there seconds ago.

“Where?!”

“Jeongin, I swear he was right here..”

“No, you know what y/n? I’ve spent all these years mustering up the courage to talk to you, and honestly ever since I noticed you talking to yourself I was a bit concerned.”

“Talking to myself? I swear, Kim Seungmin goes to our school! Stop acting like you know everyone!” You exclaimed, brushing your bangs out of your face.

“How about you just snap out of it and try to make some real friends?!” Jeongin blurted out.

Your lips laid apart. You simply couldn’t think of any remarks. An annoyed huff left you as you faced back at Jeongin, “You know.. I thought you were super sweet coming to me and all, but that’s probably just an act, right? I thought you were super duper cute and I wasn’t sure how to talk to you, but you’re something else..” you left it at that, running down the stairs and off campus before any tears could shed.

“Wait, y/n!” Jeongin called out, foot out to run after you before Chan could grab him by his backpack.

“Not too soon captain, we have a game to play”

“B-but I have to run after y/n!”

“She’s not going to the game tonight?” Minho asked, grabbing Jeongin’s backpack off him and tossing it to Hyunjin to carry without permission.

“No..” Jeongin pouted, the boys immediately going to him.

Chan let out an exhausted sigh before giving into Jeongin’s cute sad-boy act. “You think you can get her before the game?”

“Yes! Yes I can!!” Jeongin replied eagerly. Chan nodded at the boy before patting his shoulder, “Then go get her”

“Thank you!!” Jeongin smiled at the guys, waving at them before Hyunjin could call out.

“Remember to be here before the game!”

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Jeongin gives your house a try, his bike leaning on the porch as your mom opened your front door. “Hey, I was just wondering if Y/N was inside?”

“No.. she said she was going out. Sorry about that.”

Jeongin is met with a closed door before he could look down at his map. It was a small map he had on his phone with places he’d seen you at before.

He almost hated that he carried such a thing with him, making him feel almost obsessive but it was something that he slowly made by himself every time he spotted you somewhere.

“Maybe the gas station..” he says, pointing at the spot on his map before taking off.

He remembers all the nights he found you here eating alone, stuffing microwaved noodles in a hurry and laughing at your vulgar behavior towards your food. He found it adorable.

When he couldn’t find you there, he checked the library, the coffee shop, and the basketball courts before giving up. A notification on his phone startles him as he’s reminded of the time.

Hyunjin: Jeongin, where are you?! We’re getting ready for practice.

He stuffs his phone in his pocket before getting back on his bike, wind blowing through the locks of his hair as he looks around your neighborhood in hopes to see you.

The sights of the streets remind him of that one time in Minho’s car.

“Hey, Jeongin.” Hyunjin says, poking Jeongin’s arm as he stares outside.

“Jeongin? Jeongin, what are you looking at?” You look away as the car starts to move but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly where Jeongin saw you that time.

A few pedals of his bike and he’s reminded of you near the park, smiling and laughing at what seemed to be nothing.

“The park!” He gasps to himself, pedaling down the street to the park near your neighborhood as the sunset fades above him.

Small steps are placed unnoticed as Jeongin tries to approach your crying figure. One crunch of a leaf and you quickly turn, Jeongin wide-eye staring at you. “Jeongin?” you ask, using your hand to wipe away some tears.

“Noooo” Jeongin walks to you, replacing his hands with yours as he dries your face. “I’m really sorry, Y/n. I shouldn't have said all that stuff to you”

“No, Jeongin. It’s okay… honestly after what you told me that I really started thinking. I can’t keep daydreaming about a perfect guy-friend...”

“Y/n.. it’s okay to daydream! I remember I used to always kick the soccer ball thinking I was in FIFA or something, but don’t let it get in the way of what could be, you know what I mean?”

“Y-yeah..” you stutter, looking down at the ground before your eyes could meet Jeongin’s watch. “Jeongin, isn’t the soccer match soon?!”

Jeongin smiled to himself, looking at the soccer bag tied around the handlebars of his bike. “You came for me…” you whispered to yourself, taking Jeongin’s hand in yours.

“W-what’s this?” Jeongin asked, shocked at your sudden gesture.

You sat up in your seat, adjusting the tie from your school uniform before clearing your throat. “Yang Jeongin, would YOU like to go to the soccer match? I think the SKZ team is guaranteed to win.”

Jeongin let out a cheeky grin before standing up, “I’ll give you a ride.”

You jump onto the passenger seat on Jeongin’s bike, riding with him to the soccer match and you two laugh as you both fail to pedal in a coordinated form.

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The crowd is screaming and applauding in joy as Jeongin makes the winning goal, his whole team giving him a group hug before Chan could carry him over his shoulders as Minho hands him the trophy.

Saying their final cheer, the crowd roars as their team shakes hands with the opposing and you stand up to applaud as well.

“Y/n!! I did it!” Jeongin says, running to you and pulling you into a hug. You’re so happy at this point that you don’t even know how to react. The second he pulls you into a hug, you pressing a kiss on his cheek.

“Oh-” Jeongin gasps as he pulls you away, his hands still on your shoulders.

“Oh.” You respond back, wondering where the hell that kiss came from. Jeongin smiles at you with his cheeky dimples before pressing a kiss on your lips.

“Oh.” He mocks before you two could spurt out in laughter.

“JUST MAKE OUT ALREADY!” Chan sarcastically exclaims behind you two. Hyunjin and Minho, along with Jisung join Jeongin as you form a small circle together.

“Our little Innie is growing up” Hyunjin says, his eyes watering as he ruffles Jeongin’s hair.

“Stop it! I’m not babie!” Jeongin replies before all of you guys start laughing.

“How about some celebratory dinner?” Jisung asks before you could all agree, your fingers intertwining with Jeongin’s as you guys walk side by side off the field.

You're chuckling at reenactments that Hyunjin and Jisung make from highlights of the game. Guys from the soccer team, especially Jeongin, were friends you never thought you’d have, but somehow got.

And don’t worry Y/n, as hard as it is to believe, these guys are real. No need to daydream about it.

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gigis-ff-blog · 4 years

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Hey might as well.

A Little Slice Dreams: The Meta Knights Play a Fun Game of Uno

What could go wrong? Those poor knights asked themselves this question as if nothing could.

But Everything. Everything could, will, would, and did absoluteley go wrong.

They sat around a giant round table in the lounge of the Halberd, soaring at least 200 feet above sea level. The night was cold, crisp, and dark. Sword, Blade, Captain Vul, and Sailor Dee sat on one end of the table. Across from them were the four main Meta knights: Axe, Javelin, Mace, and Trident.

Sailor and Mace were determined in their craft. It was down to one of them in their anxious, sweat driving game. The winner would receive a delectable frozen trophy. The looser would have to watch in tears as the winner took the glory.

It was down to two cards for each player. But it was Sailor's turn. The fee slammed down a turn skip card And gave a sickening grin at Javelin.

"No...NO!" Mace shivered in his seat.

Sailor started cackling as they held up their last remaining card.

"I hope you have good cards looser!" Shouted Sword, while Blade babbled in an incomprehensible accent, basicly stating the same thing.

"This is too much! I think im gonna drop dead!" Axe flailed around the table.

"I think you and Mace gonna have simultaneous strokes after this." Javelin said in their robotic tone.

Yeah your screwed, signed Trident.

"I'll be right back I'm gonna go get the reward for Sailor." Vul stated in an almost certain tone.

Sailor ceased their cackling and drew a deadly glare at Mace. As if their eyes shot daggers through Mace's soul.

"Uno..."

Sailor slammed a draw four on the table, prompting Mace to dramaticly scream "no" and cry, slamming his fists on the table.

"I-I was so c-c-close...WAAHHHH!"

"You challenged Sailor in uno. You knew what grave you were digging yourself into," Axe said, "and speaking of digging into things!"

Vul brought out Sailor's reward. An ice cream parfait stacked a mile high, dripping with fudge and marshmallow coating. The frozen Vanilla custard sat delicately above the hot brownies under it, and under that, the crunchy crumbs of canoli crust. Chocolate decoration perched itself on top of the display like a fine peice of jewelry. The reward was perfect in every way. Fitting for a satisfyingly sweet victory in an uno game.

Mace continued to cry as Vul handed Sailor the ice cream. As the glass was handed to them, Sailor's eyes lit up.

"Thank ye Captain!" They elongated every vowel in appreciation for their edible trophy.

"I'd say you earned it, 'Sir Uno champion Sailor Waddle Dee.'" Vul spoke to Sailor but looked at Mace as he continued to weap at his loss.

Blade and Sword cheared on Sailor as they scarfed down the whole desert like Kirby inhales a whole feast, while Tident, and Axe sighed in second hand defeat and consulted Mace as he sobbed. Javelin cheared on Sailor as well.

"WOOO! GO SAILOR!"

"H-H-Hey! Y-Your supposed to be rooting for m-m-me. Sniff."

"You didn't win."

As Sailor finished the dish. They realized they left the chocolate decorations for last. They thought that this would be such a great time to rub it in Mace's face that he lost with the chocolate.

"Hey Mace."

"H-huh?"

"Look."

Mace thought he knew what was going on. "YOU WERE THE NICE ONE DON'T TOURTURE ME LIKE THIS!"

"Here." Sailor gave the knight a chocolate decoration. "For you, because ye played good."

Mace's eyes lit up. "R-really?" He stifled a sniff. "For me?"

"Yeah. For you."

"Oh your too kind. I..."

As Mace took the chocolate, a hint of fear went into his eyes. The symbol on it sent a chill down his spine.

"Vul..."

"Yes Mace?"

"Which freezer did you get this ice cream out of."

"Why the one in the lounge of course"

"The mini blue freezer or the big silver freezer?"

"The mini blue one with all of bosses ice creEAAM OH SWEET NECRODEUS WHAT HAVE I DONE?"

Blade turned sharp to Vul and panicked, falling backwards into an incomprehensible blabber.

Sword shook. "THATS BOSS'S ICE CREAM FRIDGE!"

"You stole Meta Knight's ice cream?" Cried Javelin.

Trident signed an oh no in shaking paws.

"We're all gonna be dead by dawn in our stone graves! And the writings gonna say we died cold and chocolatey!" Axe shouted.

"He's gonna kill me the most I ate the damn thing!" Sailor squealed and almost started to cry. They sweated up a storm in their anxiety.

Vul attempted to be reassuring. "He will not kill us for one mess up." The captain wasn't to sure of this. "I'm sure everything is going to be-"

A door slammed open to reveal an enraged pair of golden-red eyes and a maskless, meta knight wearing them, and pink bunny slippers and a fluffy robe.

"Who..."

"Oh no."

"WHO!"

The shout sent echoes through the room. Cracks formed on the floors, walls and cealing. Some of them went tumbling into the hallway, others flew out of their seats. The glass that contained the ice cream hit the floor and shattered into a million pieces like a golden glass mirror.

Sword, like everyone else, was horrified of consequence. He jumped up on the table, cupped his hands over his mouth and yelled "SCATTER!" As though it were some kind of party with alcohol and the police just got there.

Everyone ran in different directions. Sword and Blade searched for hiding places, Mace and Javelin jumped to the ceiling. Trident and Axe tried to break a window so that they could fall into the orange watters below. Vul and Sailor darted into the hallways, not looking back to the flapping sounds that echoed through the battleship.

Sailor took a sharp left and shakingly pulled out a phone from their hat. They searched through their contacts to find people that could save them from whatever punishment they would face.

Kirby was unavailable, probably sleeping. Bandee was also probably sleeping. Or training at three am like an insane person for that smash bros invitation. Dedede was the only person that picked up. In the background you could hear some trash comedy in the most of a clear crunching of popcorn.

"Yo."

Sailor spoke in a hushed yet anxious tone. "Sir, ye gotta get over here and help I think we're gonna die!"

"Did you steal his ice cream?" A crunch was heard clearly.

"It was an accident we were just-"

Vul's scream came blasting through the halls.

Sailor had a mild panic attack. "OH SHIT! CAPTAIN!"

The phone dropped to the floor and rattled. Dedede, on his end, looked at the phone with utter confusion and hung up.

Vul was backed into a corner by the furious borb, spoon in one paw.

"Do you know how long it took me to make that? THREE DAYS!"

Vul took hold of a nearby pipe and found to it for dear life. Eyes wide fearing death.

"I was saving that for today specificly! I was going to watch Mama Mia!

"Oh God sir I'm sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't give me back my ice cream Vul!"

"WAIT!"

Sailor came running out of the halls and in front of Vul to protect him.

"It was an accident sir. We were just playin a game and he grabbed the wrong ice cream. Don't hurt em!"

"Why... would I hurt anyone...I'm just angry."

"You look like you're gonna f%#king kill someone!"

Vul stepped out of his "gripping onto the pole for dear life" position just to scold Sailor for swearing. "Hey! What did we talk about?"

"Oops. Sorry." They turned back to Meta Knight.

"I... apologise if I seem a little harsh. It's wrong to terrify someone in the middle of the night over something so minuscule." Meta knight held his paw out for Vul to shake."Is all forgiven?"

Vul was more than relieved. "Absoluteley sir!"

Meta knight looked at the bird andd produced a laugh, but in the middle of it they stated most seriously that "You owe me another bowl." This didn't ease the captain's fear.

"We still have the ice cream we didn't eat in oyur fridge," Sailor stated, "you can have that."

Meta Knight turned. "What flavor is it?"

"Vanilla with chocolate and marshmallow swirl."

"I'll take it...but..."

Sailor was confused. "But what?"

"Due to my outburst I would find it fair that I would have to earn the desert, rather than just taking it. Besides, I'm DVRing the movie so I can watch it later."

"Wait wait wait. Earn it how?" The captain let go of Meta's hand and looked down at the small, Kirby esque orb.

"I'm thinking...Uno?"

Sailor's eyes sparkled. "Now that's a chalanged! You're on!"

#kirby #waddle dee #Meta knight #the meta knights #king Dedede #let's see how this one goes #then I'll post the second chapter #please read and comment #feedback is always appreciated #hope yall like it #:)

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Charmberry Cove Chapter Seven.

Chapter Name: Weekend Whimsey: Saturday.

Wordcount: 5,062

AO3

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6.

Taglist: @aularei, @softest-emo or I guess it’s @oh-itscherry now?

When Logan wakes he realises that he’s the first to do so, no matter though he’ll just quietly leave the rest to slumber, so he decides to leave the room as to not disturb anyone.

Well, he would like to not disturb anyone but Remus is clinging to him, he sighs reaching for his glasses that he placed securely under Roman’s bed and now to stealthily remove Remus from his extremities but it’s not as easy as he thinks, Remus’ arm is around his torso and his leg wrapped around his own.

He picks up Remus’ arm and as he does Remus snuffles, mumbles and turns himself over to cuddle the body on the other side of him who just so happens to be Patton; who is snuggled up to Virgil.

He gets up and quietly opens the door and closes it behind him, he descends the stairs and walks into the kitchen where Valerie is sitting at the table with Thomas having coffee.

“Hey there Lo” Thomas greets “I’m guessing Patty’s not awake yet?”

“Good morning Thomas, no he is not, he’s stuck in a cuddle pile but I could probably go get him if you want me to” he offers.

“Nah he can wait, no point in waking everyone” Valerie waves off “jam toast for breakfast Logan?”

He sits at the table “yes please.”

“you’re always so polite” Valerie remarks.

“Right?” Thomas agrees with a chuckle “I wonder where he gets it from, cause it’s not from Joan and Talyn.”

“I’m gonna tell them you said that” Valerie laughs back.

Some toast pops up from the toaster, apparently she was already making some, she puts in some more bread and then gives him the toast and jam jar.

“Thank you” he says and starts to butter the toast.

Valerie and Thomas continue chatting while Logan eats, when he starts on his second slice Remus bounces down the stairs, Roman is sleepily trudging behind.

Remus smiles when he sees Thomas and loudly says “oh hey Thomas!”

Roman stops right at the bottom of the stairs not stepping into the kitchen quite yet, from where Logan is sitting he can see Roman fix his hair and brighten his face from his sleepy one before striding into the room, Logan rolls his eyes.

“Hello Thomas! Good morning mother!” Roman greets as he goes to the cupboard to fetch the Captain Crunch.

“Good morning my little royals” Valerie says.

“Morning boys, I’m just here to drop off Patton’s inhaler, won’t be intruding on your weekend for long.”

“You can never intrude Thomas, you are always welcome” Roman proclaims.

“He should be down soon” Remus informs, pouring milk into a bowl than putting a handful of cereal in and while he takes his first bite Virgil and Patton come in the kitchen groggily “shee?” Remus says with a mouthful, pointing his spoon in their direction.

They both walk to the table like they’re zombies, it doesn’t help that Patton’s glasses are on the top of his head and not in front of his eyes. Patton is leading them over and when he bumps into a corner of the table he whines at the impact but deposits himself on a chair with no more hassle and then lays his head on the table top.

Thomas snickers “hey kiddo” he lays his hand on Patton’s back, Patton moans sleepily in answer “I brought your inhaler.”

Virgil is staring at Thomas with surprise “you say ‘kiddo’ too” he notes.

Thomas smiles “sure do” he agrees.

“It’s, just that I’ve only heard my Pops say kiddo is all” he says like he feels he needs to explain himself.

Thomas chuckles “where do you think I picked it up from?”

Virgil startles at that “you know my parents?”

“Yeah, they used to babysit me when I was like nine or something, I’m glad you guys are back.”

Virgil looks confused “’you guys?’ I’ve been here before?”

Thomas and Valerie share a confused look themselves.

“Yeah, they didn’t tell you anything? You guys lived here for almost a year when they first got you” Valerie explains.

“Yeah I’m surprised you don’t remember anything, you were almost four when you left” Thomas says.

Virgil’s face contorts into one of contemplation.

Interesting Logan thinks.

~0~

They’re all eating breakfast with different levels of awareness, Virgil is thinking about why his dads haven’t said anything to him about this, though he supposes they haven’t really been super honest with him since moving here, with their secrets and such.

“So” Valerie starts “what are you boys doing today?”

Roman swallows his food before answering “we’re going to go to the quarry to swim.”

“Oh that sounds fun, be careful out there” Thomas comments and stands up, he takes an inhaler out of his pocket, placing it in front of Patton (who is still not wearing his glasses and is slowly munching on toast.) “I’ve gotta go now, but don’t forget this when you go out to play alright Patty?”

Patton mumbles something and nods to Thomas slowly, Thomas only chuckles “someone please inform him when he’s awake” he kisses the top of Patton’s head and goes to leave.

“Farewell Thomas” Roman crows “and worry not! I shall keep dear Patton safe!” He makes an over the top hand sweep; he’s the most extra person Virgil has ever met, and he was best friends with Dee.

Thomas smiles “thanks kiddo, I know I can count on you” and he’s out of the door.

Roman pouts at the word ‘kiddo’, Virgil snickers and Remus snorts while shoving Roman.

“Shut up” Roman huffs.

“Didn’t say anything bro.”

Valerie gathers the dishes with an affectionate eye roll “when are you guys planning on leaving? And do you want me to pack a lunch?”

“Maybe an hour” Roman says.

“Uh” Virgil cuts in, they look his way “we, we can go to the café for lunch… if you guys wanna” he suggests.

“Fine with me” Valerie laughs “I’ll leave the cooking to the professionals then; how are you getting to town center, need a ride?”

“Biking!” Remus chirps.

“I brought my bike” Patton mumbles, he’s leaning his cheek on his hand to keep it upright, his eyes are still closed.

Virgil nudges Logan “is Patton always like this in the morning?”

Logan nods “yes, Patton has a hard time waking up, he’s not much of a morning person but just wait another ten minutes or so and he should be hyper again.”

“Lock up when you leave, I need to head out soon too” Valerie says.

“Alright mom” the twins chorus.

~0~

“Alright!” Roman announces while they’re all putting their shoes on “we have three bikes and five people, who’s doubling up?”

“Well” Logan begins “you and Remus both have pegs on your bikes so logically someone would be with you two, I can go with Remus and Virgil can ride with you.”

He smiles, yes, yes you can go with Remus.

He turns to look at his twin, who has his own smile in place at the suggestion.

Really Roman wonders how neither of them notices the obvious pining; they’re not smooth in any regards, not like he is.

“I’m sorry, we’re doing what?” Virgil asks, Roman turns his gaze to the emo.

“You and Nerd Alert there are going to stand on out bike pegs, what of that is confusing to you?”

“Isn’t that, oh I don’t know… dangerous?” he says with snark.

“Well, if you think that’s dangerous, I don’t want to know what you’re going to think about what we’re doing today.”

“You said we’re going swimming” he says accusingly.

“We are; how are you with heights?”

“They’re fine” he replies warily.

“Then you’ll be fine” he pats Virgil’s shoulder.

“Well this bodes well” Virgil mumbles.

“If it makes you feel better, we do this all the time and I can look into today if you would prefer me to” Logan offers.

“Mmnah, that’s alright, you don’t need to do that.”

“Let’s go then!” Roman says impatiently.

“Don’t twist your panties in a knot bro, we’ve got the whole day to do shit” Remus says but he’s he first one out the door excitedly rushing to his bike, leading the rest of them outside.

Roman mounts his trusty steed, his beautiful shimmery red and gold bike.

Virgil is hovering around him, he looks unsure of what to do, so Roman instructs him.

“Alright, so just put one foot on a peg, hold on to my shoulders and then when we take off put your other foot up, got it?”

Virgil doesn’t look too sure about it but he complies.

“I’m gonna die today” he mumbles as he holds on to Roman’s shoulders.

He looks around to find that everyone else is ready to go.

“Let’s ride!” He declares and starts to pedal, Virgil wraps his arms around his neck in surprise, but he settles back quite quickly.

~0~

The bike ride to the forest path that leads to the quarry is a short one, they didn’t really need to ride there, but it’s just easier than going back for the bikes later he supposes.

They ditch the bikes at the tree line out of the roads way to walk the rest of the way there.

Virgil thinks that’s too trusting to leave them there like that, but he surmises that in a town like this it probably doesn’t matter.

Remus and Patton are at the front of the trail leading the way, Virgil and Logan are placed in the middle and Roman takes up the end; he’s swinging a branch around like a sword.

The forest is gorgeous, he doesn’t think he’s ever been in a forest like this before, it just tingles with life and beauty and everything is bright on the trail.

“How long are we going to be walking through here?” He asks.

Logan answers “it goes uphill so we’re going to have to hike some of the way, but it’s going to take approximately fifteen minutes.”

“Approximately? I thought you would have things like time down to the second.”

“I don’t look into things that don’t particularly matter, and anyway I’ve been on this trail a considerable amount of times to know how long it will take.”

“Right… are, are there things in this forest?”

“Things?” Logan inquires.

“Like, creatures” he reiterates.

“Oh yes, plenty. Many a creature lives in these woods, but as long as we don’t stray from the path we should be fine.”

“Should be?” Well that’s reassuring.

“You have nothing to worry about Virgil, Patton can calm almost any beast.”

“Almost?”

“Yes, there are some that are… more aggressive and feral than others and feelings don’t do a whole lot to them, but they usually don’t stalk around this part of the forest.”

“Usually? Logan man, you gotta stop using words like that.”

“My apologies, would you be more at ease if I look into our trek there?”

It would be, but he doesn’t want to seem like he’s using Logan, even though he did offer to do it.

Roman slings his arms over their shoulders, scoffing.

“Pssh, you don’t need the psychic to tell you everything will be fine, for I am here to protect you all” he boasts.

Logan looks slightly annoyed as he knocks Roman’s arm off of him. “Not a psychic” he simply replies.

Roman sticks his tongue out at Logan.

Virgil shrugs Roman off as well which makes Roman pout.

“And who do you think you are? A knight? A prince maybe?” He asks sarcastically.

“Precisely!” Roman crows with a flourish of the sword branch.

Virgil snorts “alright there Princey.”

“I know you’re being sarcastic, but I’ll take it.”

The banter really took his mind off of the maybe doom of the forest because Remus yells out to them.

“I can see the parting of the trees! We’re almost there!” and then he sprints off.

“Remus! Watch your step you can fall!” Patton yells out, rushing after the reckless boy.

They break through the tree line not long after and the view is just, amazing.

The quarry is surrounded by cliff from all sides and the forest on the other side seems never-ending.

From where he’s standing he can see a slope of rocks that lead down into the cliff, probably the way to the water he deduces.

The others start taking off their top clothes to reveal bathing suits underneath, Remus is the first one done; Roman tries to grab Remus’ wrist to stop him from rushing off again but he’s too slow.

Remus runs at the cliffs side and jumps off, a few seconds later and too long for Virgil’s liking he hears a splash.

Oh. That’s why Roman asked about the heights thing.

He’s never jumped off a cliff before, even if there is water at the bottom.

Patton giggles at Roman’s squawk at his brother.

“Remus! We were going to go down to-“ he sighs “-he can’t hear me.”

“Guys” he gets their attention and they all turn to him “I’ve… never done something like this before, is there, like anything specific I should know to not hurt myself?”

“Don’t second guess yourself, just do it” Roman says.

“Also” Logan interjects “go feet first and make sure you jump far enough from the cliffs side and you’ll be fine.”

“Right right, all that safety stuff too” Roman flippantly says.

He nods in understanding.

Okay, it’s no biggie; just jumping off a cliff is all.

Oh man.

The other three move into a line at arm’s length from each other at the ledge.

Patton waves him over “c’mon we’re gonna jump together, stand next to me but at arm’s length kay?”

He lines up with them and looks down into the water, Remus is almost on the other side of the quarry looking up at them from his floating position on his back; he spits water out towards them.

Roman looks excitedly at them “okay, we back up and on the count of three we run and jump off the edge.”

Oh man, okay no second guessing, just do it.

“One.”

Ah shit.

“Two.”

He can do this.

“Three!”

And they’re running, they’re at the edge now and he pushes himself off the side as he jumps to get more air as to not hit the side of the cliff.

There’s butterflies in his stomach going down, it’s exhilarating, the wind rushes at him as he falls fast towards the water, he lets out a whoop of pure exhilaration as the adrenaline buzzes through him and before he knows it he’s hitting the waters cold surface.

Under the water is slightly disorienting for a few seconds but he can see which way is up from the blaring sun so he kicks his way up, it takes a bit longer than he expected it to be and he almost runs out of breath before breaking the surface with a gasp.

Everyone seems to have come up at the same time, all gasping and laughing, Virgil is right there with them.

“H-holy shit”- he breathes, letting out another laugh- “that was insane!”

Everyone is looking at him with smiles, Remus splashes him “city boy over here” he stage whispers with a goofy accent. “You like the adrenaline don’tcha?” He adds.

“It’s definitely different from what I’ve ever done before, it’s exciting and… and really fun” he smiles at his group of friends softly “I, I don’t think I’d ever have done something like this without you guys, so… thanks.”

“Aww Virge!” Patton coos, swimming towards him to give him a hug.

Roman shoves him but he’s smiling too “you’re a bit of a sap huh Stormcloud?”

“Shut up” he says splashing Roman in the face.

“Splash fight!” Remus yells sending a large one at Roman as well.

“Oh it is on” Roman growls playfully going to splash his twin back, but before he can a wave comes at him from Logan who just smirks at Roman’s glare “oh what? Is it attack Roman o’clock or something?”

“Maybe” Logan goads.

“You want some of this, nerd? I’ll wreck you.”

Logan raises an eyebrow “come at me” he narrows his eyes with an amused but cocky smirk “bitch.”

“Ohhhh!” Remus hollers, hovering a hand over his mouth and the other air dunking at Roman.

Roman launches himself at Remus rather than Logan and dunks him underwater.

Remus comes up laughing and rushing over behind Logan for cover.

“You can’t use him as a shield!”

“And why not huh?”

“Because that won’t save you!” he bellows then dives under the water, he swims quicker than Virgil thought he would cause in the next second both Logan and Remus are pulled under.

He and Patton are watching the spectacle with twin looks of amusement.

Patton looks at him mischievously “hey, wanna team up?”

Virgil smirks “definitely.”

~0~

When they emerge from under the water Virgil and Patton are gone.

Remus and Roman are splashing each other and making a general ruckus, but Logan is looking around trying to spot the other two.

He suddenly feels something grasp his ankle and he’s being pulled under again, but it’s not Roman this time.

The twins splashing ceases and their voices stop as well except for a muffled: “Logan? Virgil? Patton?”

He notices Patton smiling at him under the water as he and Virgil swim towards the twins.

They both yelp as they’re pulled under.

He swims up to the surface; Virgil and Patton soon follow.

They’re all gasping.

“I’ve never held my breath for that long before, it didn’t even hurt, a bit uncomfortable though” Virgil remarks.

“Patton probably made you calm enough to slow your heartbeat so you can stay under longer, he does it to himself all the time” he explains.

“He did kind of explain that to me, I just didn’t think it’d be that effective.”

“You dissin my power?” Patton cheekily says.

Virgil puts his hands up in front of his chest in mock surrender “oh no of course not.”

Patton nods “that’s what I thought” his tough façade breaks quickly into laughter though and he can’t keep the ‘scary’ face up any longer.

Roman and Remus come spluttering up.

“You two were under there suspiciously long” he says.

“Dunno what yer talkin ‘bout” Remus says looking to Roman “Roman? You know anything?”

Roman shakes his head “nope, no idea at all.”

“Oh no” Patton whispers “they’ve formed a truce.”

“It appears so” he replies.

“I’m guessing we’re all doomed then” Virgil says.

“Quite possibly, they are a force not to be reckoned with when teamed up.”

“Great, let’s bring it.”

Roman and Remus’ smiles are wide and asking for a challenge.

With that, an all-out water war begins.

The water war lasted for a while and even though he doesn’t think there was a victor, the twins are sure that it was them.

At the moment they’re back up on the cliff, drying off and basking in the sun.

Virgil’s stomach growls “heh, I didn’t eat much this morning” he says.

“It’s quite alright, should we head over to the café?” he directs the question at Virgil.

“Uh, yea can I just borrow someone’s phone to call my dad?”

“Here” Patton says handing Virgil his charm infested phone.

“Thanks” Virgil says as he gets up to walk off a little ways to talk.

When he gets back he affirms “yea we can go now.”

So they head back into the forest.

About six minutes on the trail they hear a loud howl shriek, they all pause in place.

“That’s not what I think it is… is it?” Patton asks uneasily.

“Can’t be, they don’t come to this part of the forest” he says, but he’s not confidant that it’s not one.

“Usually” Virgil whispers.

“Usually” he agrees turning to face everyone. “Okay we all know this, but Virgil does not, I am fairly sure that there is a Shadow Mimic not too far from us, do not believe anything anyone says unless you can see us speaking the words and try to stay out of its line of sight, we can’t fight it, the only thing that will kill it is an immense amount of fire. We’ll be safe once we hit the road but we need to be cautious until then.”

Virgil’s eyes are wide, he’s scared and Logan can’t fault him for that, he’s pretty sure all of them are scared.

They try to quickly and quietly make their way through the forest; the howls are nearing them though and everyone is on edge.

He’d look into it if it would be beneficial, but there are too many variables to go through to come up with a confidant and precise estimation to safety, so they have to go in blind and Patton can only do so much against a Shadow Mimic .

It’s close to them, but they’re almost at the end of the forest, just a bit further.

He looks behind them to where the latest howl came from and his stomach drops, it’s not far, he can see it in the distance and they’re fast; they just need to be faster.

They need to go right now; he can see where the trees end, they can make it.

He turns to everyone so they can see his lips move and tells them as calmly as he can to run for it.

They sprint to the forests end and all of them make it except Roman who trips and gets caught in an upturned root.

Logan freezes looking at Roman’s scared face, he doesn’t know what to do, his brain isn’t working, why isn’t his brain working? He can feel Patton sending out calming vibes to the creature to try and stall it, but that’ll only work at half power on a Shadow Mimic.

Remus goes to rush back in to help Roman and Logan’s brain boots up enough to grab hold of Remus to keep him out of the forest.

“You can’t fight it, you have to trust that Roman will get out” he tries to logic his way through to Remus but Remus is just squirming and screaming at him to let go.

“Ah fuck” Virgil hisses and sprints into the forest.

~0~

“Roman!” He yells as he runs towards his friend, he’s not sure what he’s doing but his fight instincts kicked in and now he’s going to what? Throw down with a fuckin Shadow Mimic? Whatever the fuck that is!

Roman looks to him in wide eyed fear “Virgil?” he squeaks.

He drops to his knees in front of Roman’s captured foot to help him escape.

“C’mon, c’mon” he growls as both he and Roman struggle to get the root to yield.

“Virgil it’s almost here” Roman’s voice is thick with fear.

“Just focus!” He snaps.

The root comes undone and as Roman’s foot is freed the Shadow Mimic pounces.

His instincts rush to him again and without thinking he turns and holds his hands out, palms towards the monster.

A wave of heat hits him as a large wall of fire engulfs the creature, it shrieks as it’s burned into ash.

He’s shaking.

What in the actual fuck was that?

He looks at his palms then to Roman who is also shaking.

“You, you saved me” Roman says in awe.

“Yeah well, what was I supposed to do? Let you die? Not on my watch Princey” he replies; Roman surges forwards to hug him.

The others are now rushing to them, Remus drops harshly to the ground to tackle his brother in a teary hug.

“You fuckin idiot! Watch where you’re running!” he clutches at Roman.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“We should go” Patton murmurs looking around and fidgeting “you guys okay?”

“Shaken and confused, but sure” he says.

“We can look into your new found power after we leave the forest, Shadow Mimics sometimes travel in packs” Logan says.

Well that’s enough for him to get up, he pulls the twins up with him, Roman limps a bit as they walk to the bikes.

Remus hitches on Roman’s bike this time around so he doubles up with Logan, it doesn’t change anything, they’re all still too shaken up to talk.

He can’t stop thinking about the fire, how it just came out of his hands at such a forceful power, how it immediately went out when the threat was gone and how nothing around it burned, like the only thing that can be affected was the thing that he wanted it to.

He has no idea how it happened or how he did it or even if he can do it again.

They arrive at the café in what feels like no time at all, he must have been so lost in thought that he wasn’t aware of his surroundings.

They walk through the doors and Pops greets them from behind the counter “hey kiddos! Hungry?”

“Uh” he flounders, not anymore he’s not.

They all share the same sentiment that Virgil does if their faces are anything to go by.

Pops gives them a concerned look but Logan interjects before he can say anything.

“Yes, we are. We need to regain our energy after swimming for so long.”

Who knew Logan was a good liar?

Everyone nods along to Logan’s statement.

“Alright” Pops says a little unsure but he doesn’t press them “just take a seat and I’ll be there in a sec” he tells them and then steps into the kitchen to no doubt talk to Dad about their weird behaviour.

The group trudges their way to their regular seats at the bay window, taking the same spots as last time.

Dad and Pops come to their table and hands each of them a menu.

“We just made these up, we’re just about ready for a grand opening” Dad informs, he looks at Virgil and he feels like he’s being scrutinized from behind those sunglasses.

“Your hands are really red Pumpkin, you okay?” He asks.

He looks down at his hands, just now noticing the slight sting from them.

“Uh yeah, just fell. I guess I scraped up my hands…”

He and Pops glance at each other, Pops’ face is indistinguishable but Dad looks agitated.

“So what’cha boys gonna have today?” He asks in a tone that doesn’t fit the look he was just wearing.

They all order their food, and they wait in relative silence when his parents walk away; only talking at a whisper at most and not at all when either parent is in the room.

When the food does come he feels hungry again, like the smell and sight of it just made him remember that he was.

It seems like most of them feel the same cause their whispered words are replaced with eating; except Roman who only picks at his food and barely gets any of it done.

~0~

Things have been kind of tense since the Shadow Mimic situation, even through their little whispery conversations.

He knows, he can feel every ones moods even if they don’t fully show them, but he can feel them as if they were spoken out loud.

After their meal they bike back to the twins house, they’re all a little bit loosened up when they get to Roman’s room in the fort where it’s comfortable and safe from prying eyes and ears.

Remus and Logan start up a video game, Virgil sits to watch but Patton can tell his mind is elsewhere.

And Roman isn’t even trying to pay attention, he’s sitting knees up to his chest staring off into nothing; wallowing in self-hatred.

He’s had enough of the solemnness; even Remus is muted, still shaken up from almost losing his brother.

“Hey guys” he says and his voice is quieter than he meant it to come out.

The game pauses and all eyes are on him now.

Oh gee.

“Um can I…” should he just let it be?

“Go ahead Patton” Logan encourages.

“Can I lighten the mood a bit, does anyone want that?”

“Please” Roman says.

Virgil shrugs.

“I don’t see why not” Logan says.

“Oh yea I don’t see what can go wrong there” Remus says sarcastically “but yea sure, fuck us up Patty!”

He smiles but it’s not in amusement, Remus is right, but he closes his eyes anyways to focus on lighting the air in the room to take everyone’s worries away.

It instantly has an effect and both Roman and Virgil sigh out in relief.

Remus turns to Virgil “fire powers huh?”

“Yeeeah, I don’t know what happened there, I was working on instinct and feeling”- he looks to Ro -“I couldn’t let anything bad happen and it just… overtook me.”

“The sensible thing to do would to be to ask your parents” Logan says “but I have a feeling you don’t want to do that.”

“Not yet, no… I, I heard my dad and uncle arguing about me the other day and I’m not sure what it was about.”

“Well that’s concerning” he says.

“You should snoop” Remus suggests.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea” Virgil retorts.

Remus shrugs “I would, I do it all the time.”

Roman snorts and shoves Remus “yea that’s cause you’re a creep.”

Remus laughs “guilty!”

“Can we rest for the rest of the day?” He asks.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’m down for anymore adrenaline today” Virgil agrees.

“We can research your power tomorrow if we’re up for it” Logan proposes.

“And where would we go for that?” Roman asks.

“The library of course” Logan replies.

“Of course” Roman deadpans.

So they do basically nothing for the rest of the day, movies and video games and an early bedtime.

~0~

He runs down the dark corridor to the main chambers in a rush, the large cavern is illuminated with candles, The Leader is at the center, they’re doing something at the altar.

“How did the Shadow Mimic fair?” His Leader asks of him, he gulps.

“It’s dead” he flinches at his own words.

“What?” The Leader growls.

“Um, the boy killed it, big ‘ol fireball shot right out of his palms.”

“Damn it” The Leader hisses “he’s coming in to his powers, we must make haste, get out of my sight; I need to think.”

He scurries away quickly to let his Leader plot.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #logan sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #remy sanders #Emile Picani #character!thomas #valerie torres #remile #sanders sides fic #charmberry au #unsocialchapeau #if you have another blog and still wanna be tagged let me know #coresfic

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sagiow · 4 years

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We run a very tight ship - Chapter 4

kickass awesome moodboard courtesy of @jomiddlemarch

Read the first three chapters here or on AO3

“Welcome aboard, Miss Green. Ready to set sail for the grandest of voyages?”

Emma smiled tightly, forcing her eyes to follow her lips, and knowing they failed. Instead, she averted them, hiding their escape behind a wholly unnecessary adjustment of her glasses. She stood between the First Mate and the chaplain in the haie d’honneur greeting her family aboard the most luxurious ship of their fleet, in the most breathtaking of atriums, by the grandest of staircases - so the heavy-handed brochure said. Captain Summers bowed low to the young lady, and lower to her mother beside her.

“Captain Summers,” she offered her hand daintily, never more the great lady then among her grossly underpaid staff. “I trust everything has been arranged as instructed?”

“To the letter, Mrs. Green. Your guests have been given all the best cabins, the most prestigious reserved, of course, for the bridal party. I must say, your daughter has truly outdone herself with the decoration and planning. Alexandria Line’s future is bright indeed,” he enthused, to Emma’s inner cringing. Dial it down, dude.

“Well she better has!” snapped the bride-to-be. “My wedding is the event of the year in this town and probably all of Virginia: it has to be absolutely perfect in every way. A question of Green family pride, which I’m sure she has very close to heart,” she added sweetly, as a cat offering a cleanly killed prey to its owner, and Emma braced for her to start eating the head. “After all, it’s probably the only Green wedding she’ll ever have the chance of organizing.” Crunch, there it is.

Ignoring her gift, Emma distributed programs to the guests, the embossed letters popping elegantly from the cotton cardstock. “We will let y’all settle in and hope you join the Captain tonight at eight for a welcome dinner,” she explained, her voice pleasant and professional, just greeting regular guests onboard as she did twice a month, every month of the year, year after year since her very first summer job as a stewardess; despite her mother's protests, Papa Green knew the value of learning the ropes from the very first rung up. “Do spend tomorrow getting acquainted with our wonderful Empress Queen and her numerous amenities; I personally recommend our luxurious spa and state-of-the-art virtual golf course. The rehearsal will be held on Tuesday, giving us Wednesday for any and all last-minute adjustments, and we’ll have the ceremony on Thursday. Reverend Hopkins is our onboard chaplain, and will be performing the service.”

On cue, the tall man next to her stepped forward, his hands clasped piously before him, visibly not as comfortable with discomfort as she was. “It’s a great honor to be marrying you, Miss Green,” he said, but cut himself short. Oh no, you beautiful doofus.

“You'll be what now, Reverend?” exclaimed the groom-to-be, his arm wrapping around Alice’s waist possessively. “Maybe buy me a drink or two before you marry my fiancée?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stringfellow,” the chaplain stammered. “I misspoke. I meant-”

“Oh, lighten up, buddy. I’m just fuc- sorry, screwing with ya. Just don’t misspeak – or stutter, ugh- during the actual wedding, will ya?”

God, please do, she prayed intently, while Frank turned his devilish dark eyes to her.“Hey, Soon-to-be-Sis, you better have stocked up on that premium bourbon I asked for, and left a case in the Honeymoon Suite. Which, as I also specifically requested, now better have mirrors on the ceiling and a heart-shaped hot tub."

"Oh Frank, no!” gasped Alice, shoving him away forcefully. “I insisted on 1896 Paris Art Nouveau, not 1986 Niagara Falls By-the-Hour Motel!”

“Just fucking with you, babe,” he replied with a slap to her ass. Always the gentleman, Frank. “No, seriously though, Em, one major problem with that that fancy schedule of yours: when the hell’s the bachelor party?”

“The bachelor party’s anytime we’re not in her fancy schedule, Bro!” shouted a man descending the stairs. He was not clad in the cruise line’s signature green and white uniform, but in the most garish Hawaiian shirt and ostentatious sunglasses Emma had ever seen, as did the rest of the group of young men behind him. This time, she did not bother to hold her irritated sigh.

“Jimmy my boy! I knew there’d be no better best man for me! Finally, some good fuckin’ plannin’!” The two men embraced, slapping each other vigorously on the back. “You,” Frank then pointed to a helpless steward. “Take my stuff to my room, she’ll tell you which. And you,” he added with another clap to Jimmy’s chest. “Take me to the booze.” And without as much as a goodbye to their families, they stormed off across the atrium, a frat boy riot of jeers, shouts and high fives.

Slowly, Emma returned her attention to her overly merry mother, her smug sister, the clueless captain and the confused churchman. “Well, boys will be boys,” dismissed the matriarch, to relieved chuckles all around. “But they are right. There is so much to celebrate! Young love, and such a brilliant match! Alexandria Line and Stringfellow Sails coming together, what a dream! Come, dear, let’s get you settled in.”

With a gracious gesture, she motioned for the remainder of the bridal party to follow them and she closed the parade with a touch to Emma’s arm. “Do come by shortly, darling, I want to review the menu for tonight,” she said. “I do hope you’ve given our family’s famous desert its rightful place of honor.” That ancient apple nightmare? Yeah, rightfully in the trash, Mother, but she only agreed meekly.

The families gone, the crew followed suit with visible relief, until Emma was left with the silent reverend, who shuffled his feet, perhaps regretting not having managed to vanish along with the rest.

“Uh... my congratulations.” He somehow made it sound like both a question and an apology. “They seem... swell.”

She could only do what she was taught best to do in such cases: smile and nod. And scream internally so loudly that each and every one of her cells shook.

“I can hear that,” he said, startling her. How the fuck- “The hamsters spinning, in your head. Something’s bothering you. Anything I can do to help?”

She looked at him, at the kind concern she’d seen so many times offered to the crew members on their long voyages away from friends and family, now focused solely upon her, and it was both wonderful and terrifying at once. She tucked an imaginary loose wisp of hair back into her bun and shrugged. “It’s nothing. Just the pressure of planning this event. It’s different when it’s... personal." Like your harpy of a baby sister marrying your jackass of a high school sweetheart.

“I can imagine. Tall order you’ve got there. What was it, 1896 Art Deco?”

“Art Nouveau,” she corrected. “She’d have decapitated you for that mistake. Actually, no, that’s too swift and painless. Eviscerated’s more like it. With a blunt butter knife. Or her bare hands, if she hadn't just gotten her nails done.”

“Lovely. I see why the hamsters scamper thus; you’ve let the viper into their cage. You need a mongoose to chase it off: I might have just the thing.”

Curious, she let him continue, cradling the leftover programs against her chest to muffle the embarrassingly loud drumming that emanated from it. “I have to cover for José at the jazz bar tonight, you should come by. I’ll make you the special drink I concocted for the occasion: the Blushing Bride. Now I see the name’s totally wrong. And the formula, too; I think it’ll need less subtlety and a lot more bitterness. Will you please help me?” he asked, leaning closer, with that somewhat shy smile of his that just begged to be kissed.

Instead, she pushed her glasses up her nose from the half-millimeter they had slid down, and felt in horror her body do that weird half-shrug, half-nod shuffle that it thought conveyed casual nonchalance. Real smooth, nerd. “If I’m released on time from that sure-to-be-extensive menu review... sure.”

“I’ll have you paged urgently at ten, something about the swan that’s being fattened for the wedding dinner,” he winked. “Or the peacocks they probably requested to act as ringbearers or footrests. Ha, Peacocks... that should be our safeword – uh, shit, no, uh... I meant code word. Code!” Oh no. He’s even more beautiful when he blushes.

Oh shit. He said safeword... as in sex. Kinky sex. With him.

Oh fuck. Now I’m blushing too. And my palms are sweaty. That’s gonna stain the paper. And leave marks. That he can probably see. Nooooo.

“I’ll... let you get to it, then,” he stammered again, backing away before waving awkwardly and turning to sprint. Don’t look at his ass, don’t look at.... oh fuck me, I'm staring at a pastor’s ass. I’m going to Hell. I’m getting brutally murdered by my family first and going straight to Hell afterwards.

I just have to find a way to stop the world’s worst wedding first, and have less than five days to do so, and a beautiful chaplain-cum-bartender that’s familiar with safewords to not fuck along the way.

I'm so unbelievably screwed.

#mercy street #mercy street pbs #emma green #Henry Hopkins #emmry #we run a very tight ship #cruise ship AU #the mayhem continues

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gworlinterrupted · 4 years

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not being allowed to have sugary cereal as a kid created deep within me an insatiable lust for every sugar cereal ever made...... i Love cereal bro i wanna eat a whole box of captain crunch.....

#delete #i've heard there's cereal at college and i need 2 keep myself away from it i can't b trusted with cereal.

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celticdoggo · 5 years

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Gelfling skekdad au fic 4

Rian wriggled underneath his childhood bed and grabbed his hunting bag. He checked it over grabbing the herbs and other things he needed restocked when they came to the castle. He peeked in on the girls to see them packing as well and he was pretty cute he’d after go through them before they left but first he needed someone to be a guard.

Rian was well aware that compared to the guards here he was a one gelfling army, but even he couldn’t be everywhere at once protecting Brea and Deet. He walked silently through the barracks staring at each sleeping gelfling. If she was still alive he would have chosen Mira, but there was the next best thing. He stopped at the foot of a bed. It was a Drenchen gelfling named Gurjin that had been friends with him and Mira. They were not particularly close but Rian had no one else to turn to.

He poked him like Mira had asked him to do to her if he had needed something past lights out. Apparently standing menacingly over someone to wake them was not something normal to most people, Rian had been quite surprised as his father had woken him like that for years. There were a few groans until the swamp dealer finally opened his eyes to blink at him in the dark.

Gurjin jumped back slightly before whispering, “Thra don’t do that. You look like a monster with that mask. Going to give me a heart attack someday.” He sat up and rubbed his face. “What time is it,” he asked and moved to look at the window when Rian grabbed his arm. “Mira was murdered,” he said expectantly. Gurjin turned to look at him in shock. “She was what,” he hissed, “how do you know?!” Rian looked confused. “Didn’t I do that dream thing when I touched you?”

Gurjin shook his head and let out a startled chuckle. “Doesn’t work like that kiddo,” he said, “gimme your hand. Gauntlet off please I don’t want shredded fingers.” Rian took it off to press his fingers to Gurjin’s. There was a spark of something and Rian was dragged back into the memory of Mira’s death and what his family had done…..what he had done. Gurjin pulled away and Rian pulled his hand in close.

“So they murdered her,” he said sounding defeated, “and they ate her and forced you to eat her to didn’t they?” Rian looked away from him. “I have seen my family do terrible things,” he admitted, “but never to someone I called a friend. We need to know about the gelfling they plan to drain.” Gurjin nods then Rian stiffens as he’s suddenly wrapped in a very different hug than he’s received from the girls. “What are you doing,” Rian said muffled by Gurjin’s tight hug.

It was warm and felt like he was being smothered but in a good way. Like when he was small and hid in his father’s cloak so he could ambush people. “I’m giving you a bro hug,” Gurjin said into his hair, “why? Do you want me to stop?” Rian shook his head. He didn’t hate it. He felt his arms go up to return the hug rather awkwardly making Gurjin let out a quiet sobbing laugh before he pulled away. He wiped his face. “Alright get your stuff,” he said, “I’ll take the three of you to Ha’ra.”

Rian nodded and hurried to go check Deet and Brea’s bags for unneeded contents. After taking out Brea’s veritable mountain of books and more than half of Deet’s pets, Rian led them to the carriage house where Gurjin was waiting. “We will have to walk,” he says, “if we take landstriders everyone will be alerted you’ve left that much faster.”

Rian muffled the Brea’s protest by yanking her cloak over her face. “Let’s go,” he hissed causing Gurjin to laugh a little. They set out into the night air. Deet had never been outside the castle. It was so beautiful out here. She stared in fascination at every little thing they passed. Deet recognized some things from when Rain would bring her plants from hunts. When they sat for a moment to rest as dawn came she wandered off. By the time she noticed she had wandered rather far away, it was too late as an anthrim tried to pounce on her.

She screamed. “Oh no don’t eat me,” she said stumbling back, “daddy would be very cross with you and I’m sure we could be friends.” There was a shout of podling language and Deet whirled to see a podling standing on a rock brandishing a spoon in one hand an a vine in the other. “Oh oh be careful,” she shouted as it swung itself toward the anthrim with a battle cry. Sadly, it spat a goo at him binding him to the vine. She reacted to his swing back towards her by shoving him towards him causing him to knock heads rather harshly with it.

“Oh Thra I’m so sorry,” she said waving her hands about in apology only to be interrupted. “No again,” the podling shouted and she launches him one more time knocking it flat but also launching himself far off into a rock. She ran over to him and caught a glimpse of Rian bursting from a tree Gurjin hanging on for dear life as he drops on the Spitter in a whirl of claws. Gurjin inches away from the spitter he feels kinda sorry for as Rian pulls the things legs off as Brea cheers him on.

“You alright Deet,” he asks checking her over. “Oh yes,” she says sounding breathless, “my new friend helped me.” She pulls the podling to his feet and pulls the goo away from him. “Hup,” he says pointing to himself. “Is that your name,” Deet asked. The podling nods letting out a string in podling. “I am Deet,” she says pointing to herself, “this is Gurjin, my sister Brea, and our well….our Rian.” Rian looks over at his name being called as he holds the spitter’s struggling face in his hands.

“We are headed to Ha’ra,” she says ignoring the crunching sound behind her and Gurjin’s rather horrified stare, “what about you?” Hup brandishes his spoon proudly in a string of language. “You a paladin,” Gurjin says rather incredulously. Deet elbows him in the stomach rather harshly. “I think it’s wonderful,” she says making Hup puff up, “why don’t you travel with us? Safety in numbers.” Hup eagerly agrees as they start back on their journey. “I hope it rains as we walk,” Gurjin mumbles, “I don’t think they’d be very welcoming to someone who looks like they bathed in Spitter blood.”

Rian looked back with an annoyed look and Gurjin laughed and reached out to ruffle his hair. Rian accepted it begrudgingly. Gurjin was fun and hadn’t gotten indignant when Rian did most of the work or demand he bathe. He was kind and attentive to both him and the girls. He wondered if this was what it was like for the girls when he took care of them. It was nice to have someone be there besides father. However, Gurjin seemed to have brought them bad luck as it did start to rain rather hard on them.

Hup their new companion brought them to a podling tavern. Everyone was drinking rather merrily and Gurjin kept taking his mug. “I know for a fact you all are too young,” he would say drinking his own, “your parents would murder me if I let you drink.” Rian poured causing another bout of laughter. Deet and Brea danced with Hup and the other podlings. Rian was left mostly alone at the bar with Gurjin. “Found you,” said a voice and Gurjin almost spit his ale in the face of the captain of the castle guard Ordon.

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@fangirlingpuggle

#dark crystal au #dark crystal age of resistance #skekdad au #dadso #dadmal #princess deet #deet dark crystal #rian dark crystal #hup the paladin #skekparents au

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awkward-radar-tech · 5 years

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We know Adam loves his cereals, so in honor of that which brand of cereal do our da bros like to eat?

We stan one (1) cereal loving refrigerator sized man. I feel like I've answered this sorta ask before, but I can't find it, so whatever!

William's cereal preferences are all over the board. He likes organic, fancy cereals but also can't help the cravings for Lucky Charms.

Paterson loves him some Cheerios, as shown in the movie. He likes all flavors but he loves original with a spoonful of sugar mixed into the milk the most.

Flip is an actual child when it comes to cereal, something you wouldn't guess just looking at him. Lucky Charms, Fruity Pebbles, Froot Loops, Captain Crunch, if it has more sugar than anything really ever should he loves it.

Clyde is mellow in his cereal choices. He likes Raisin Bran and honey nut cheerios the most, and sometimes he likes to indulge and have rice Krispies, plain or chocolate.

#a-r-t answers #da bros

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firstdegreefangirl · 6 years

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It took me way too long to actually get all of this finished, but I used my road trip with @flyawayrachel for a video assignment for my TV class. Here’s that video, which I LOVE ((and that hardly EVER happens when I make things)), and the world’s longest highlights post -- including all three days of the trip, and also show notes -- is under the cut

Monday

Me walking from Rachel’s apartment to her campus because I needed a bathroom. Then the first building I found ((which did have a bathroom, thank GOD, because //someone// forgot to go while I was stopped in LFK)) being the one she’s traumatized about and can’t go into, forcing me to wait for her in a building where she weren’t, just because I needed to pee.

“I placed ‘toilet’ very high on my priority list”

We hadn’t seen each other since like July, so there was SO MUCH to catch up on

Side note: no more of this three-months-separated thing. We missed too many stories and it’s not OK.

Me texting Madison like “this is crazy but come to Denver with us right now today”

When my dad found out we went to KFC for lunch, the first thing he said was “I’ve eaten at that KFC with your mom before!”

That gas station I made Rach stop at so I could take another bathroom break. Y’know, the one with two stalls in one room and NO DOOR, just a little half-wall between them? Yeah, that one.

“Do we like Frank? Cool, I’m on Team Frank then.” In the words of one of my kids, “VILE FRIENDSHIP!”

“There we go, that’s an appropriate Hitler joke.”

“Do … something cute with the maps.” “Out here? Where people can see?”

Me: “This is gonna sound crazy, but let me text my dad. I think we stopped at this rest stop when we went to the Grand Canyon. I remember the museum.” ((closure time: I was right, we did. That trip was four years ago.))

Checking into the hotel on my corporate rate and then dissecting the agent’s check-in skills in the elevator.

Wandering into the hotel next door because it’s the chain I work at and I wanted to scope out the competition.

Then the look on Rachel’s face when I straight up told their agent “I work at another *brand name* and wanted to see what y’all have going on.”

Snapchatting my GM about the hotel we stayed at and her saying “I bet their FD girl isn’t as amazing as ours.”

Especially when she found out that we had to do the lobby wander of shame because no one told us where the elevator was.

Our hotel room had a little curtain separating the bed and the fold out and Rachel was SO EXCITED ABOUT IT ((see the video)).

Watching all of Indoor Boys in one sitting because it only takes like an hour and a half and Rachel needed to see it

How excited I was about the bedspreads being cuter than the ones in my hotel ((theirs are polka dot AND match the towels in the bathroom; my property’s are houndstooth and the towels are just plain white))

Me briefly thinking the bathroom had no door before Rachel saved the day

Rachel wanting a Frosty at 11 p.m.

Which was easily solved, because there was a Wendy’s in the parking lot.

A much harder one was my sudden and intense craving for curly fries.

Arby’s closed at 10, but Jack in the Box is 24 hour and has curly fries.

So off we went.

ONLY THE ONE WE WENT TO HAD A HANDWRITTEN SIGN ON THE DRIVE THRU THAT THEY CLOSED AT 10.

I called another store and the dude was high key judgmental that I didn’t just //know// they’re 24-hours, as if I hadn’t just been betrayed by a store that should have been and wasn’t.

But they did have curly fries, so I got my curly fries.

Also we went to 7/11 so I could try the Captain Crunch Crunch Berry Slurpee. Which tastes EXACTLY like the cereal. You decide if that’s good or not. I thought it was, Rach decidedly did not.

Tuesday

I literally ate just a bowl of oatmeal toppings for breakfast. No oatmeal, just the toppings bar.

Rach stayed up in the room and slept in, so I brought her some yogurt. Only I wasn’t sure what flavor she’d want, so she got both peach and blueberry fruit on the bottom.

OUTLET SHOPPING. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve been able to just leisurely wander around a mall and shop? Like without having a place to be at a time and/or a list of exactly what I did and didn’t need to buy?

Sam’s Lunch! ((which was then a total bust when they only had like two samples out))

“So hindsight, the Ulta looks further from here than it did from the highway.” “Yeah, you think so?”

The decision to ramen for lunch, which was then overridden when Tokyo Bowl was only one dollar sign on google and the ramen place was two.

Which was totally OK because the food was both fantastic and inexpensive

The part of the car ride where I caught up with my best friend since I was literally a year old.

High Street being just a little bit too fitting in Denver

The candy factory tour!! I’m a sucker for both free tourism and demonstrations. Especially when there’s free samples involved.

Fun fact: the flavored part of the fancy candy canes is NOT the striped part. It’s the inside layer.

Also that little kid in the group with us. “Do they send candy to Idaho? I am from Idaho.” “Do they help the elves make the candy?”

“Should I buy a whole pound of marshmallow scraps?” “It’s only five dollars.” “Right, but then I’ll eat the whole pound of marshmallows and we both know that.”

BRO-dway!

Me forgetting the theatre sharpie in the hotel room and making you circle back to get it, even if it was only two blocks

Our high-quality karaoke sessions in the car. What we lack in training, we more than make up for in enthusiasm.

Just the amount of screaming when we drove by the tour bus

Circling the block twice before we could get into the parking garage

We stopped at a fun little art exhibition thing between the parking garage and the theatre, literally just because the sign said “Under Study.” Then I looked at Rach and said “well, we always say understudies need more appreciation.”

I panicked as we crossed the train tracks NOT in the crosswalk, then again when we crossed the next set in the lines but I could distantly hear a train coming

((side note: Katie is NOT cut out for mass transit))

Tour bus photos are hard, but we made it work and they’re awesome!

I’m now the proud owner of my very own DEH cast hoodie, which I “conveniently forgot” to take home this weekend so mom can commandeer it until Christmas

Backstory: Katie is both afraid of heights and suffering altitude sickness, which results in lightheadedness and shortness of breath in … oh, I dunno, mile-high elevation

We had an extra ticket and decided to RAK it to someone who was sitting in an upper balcony so they could join us closer to the stage.

Which was/is a great idea, except that it required going to the upper balcony. Via the stairs. So by the time we got up there, the altitude sickness meant I couldn’t breathe. Leading me to step out to the little patio thing for some fresh air – usually slightly easier for me to breathe – while Rach scouted around for people.

Lack of forethought: BALCONIES ARE HEIGHTS.

So the first time I meet our new friend, it’s me zipping up behind Rachel and saying something about how I sure really would like to go back down in the elevator and get back to ground level.

Which we did, because Rach knows I’m like this and she’s wonderful and amazing

That made things … a lot better, and I was able to enjoy having a new theatre friend.

Which was wonderful, and she’s wonderful and that was such a neat thing to be able to do.

The Show

So we’ll start this one from taking our seats TEN ROWS FROM THE STAGE.

We’re gushing about how close we are to the stage and how great the view is and everything when I see someone coming up the back aisle who looks kinda familiar.

“Hey … is that Pasek and/or Paul?” “Nah, I don’t think so. Wait … YES IT IS!”

Cue us freaking out and shoving Rachel to the front of the group because I’m incapable of approaching people.

Long story short, we got autographs from Pasek and Paul, pics with Paul and Alex Lacamoire, and at intermission we got signatures from Michael Grief.

People kept asking us like “who those guys were” and we just went “they created the show!!”

Now this is where things are gonna get incoherent, because I spent 15 minutes gushing out thoughts as soon as the show ended and I got home, and I’m just going to type them out here.

Ben Levi Ross’s Evan and I do the same lil hands on face/neck/ears thing when we’re anxious.

Merrick’s Connor did the same little finger gesture thing I do at work when I give people directions to the elevator in my hotel during Sincerely, Me and I basically just DIED.

BLR’s Evan seemed so much less worldly than OBC, but Zoe was grown up AF

Larry was STUNNING and AMAZING

Tbh I got hella Leslie Knope vibes from Cynthia

Larry’s arms around Cynthia and his hand on her shoulder when they talked to Heidi and literally just Larry

Marrick’s rubbing and then sudden/intense nipple twist in Sincerely, Me

Everyone was SO GRATEFUL we were there to see the show

BLR hit the stage door in this amazing vintage pinstriped blazer. I told him I loved his jacket and I don’t know which one of us was more excited about that moment.

Rachel and I crushing each other’s hands the entire show ((it’s been five days as of this writing and the bruises are just now mostly healed))

Marrick missed a cue and the poor bab looked terrified

One word BLR said gave me like alarmingly intense vibes from the cast album, and it’s something I noticed right away, but now I can’t remember what word it was. But it sounded JUST LIKE Platt, in a very shooketh way

BLR tied the tie perfectly onstage and I’m shook. When I wear my tie to work, I have to get up 15 minutes earlier to have time to get it tied the right length

Jared’s Jared was 20/10. Amazing delivery and fantastic comedic relief

There were all these little costume changes from Broadway, since so many things had been thrifted

IT TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG TO NOTICE but Connor is wearing Evan’s hoodie, not the other way around, and I can prove it.

It’s on Evan’s bed during Anybody Have a Map?

I heard a voice behind me during Act Two, and my first thought was my usual “what kind if imbecile …” But then I realized it was Michael Grief, and like it’s his show, so he can do what he wants.

Same thing when Justin Paul used his phone as a light source so he could take notes on the show.

We mentioned to Arron at the stage door that we skipped two days of school and drove nine hours to see the show and he goes “It’s your life. You gotta live it.”

BLR finished the stage door line before Christiane did, so he passed behind her on his way back into the theatre and 10000 percent patted her ass football-style.

In For Forever I totally thought the original lyric was “life will be alright for forever,” not “LIKE WE’LL be alright for forever” and that hit me harder than it should have tbh

Dude, Larry hit me so hard at the beginning, like he recites part of the letter and it took me until now to realize how many times he must have read it over before that moment

Zoe’s wardrobe was so classy

Evan straight up hugging into Connor’s chest at the end of Sincerely, Me

At the stage door, Phoebe almost fell off her heels and said “that’s what I get for wearing stilts. But I’m out here with all these dudes, like I’ve gotta assert my dominance.

It was a Moment, especially when I replied “I don’t even need stilts to fall down. It just happens sometimes.”

FREE OPENING NIGHT HATS. I’m not a hat-wearer, but this hat might just make me into one.

We made friends with an eighth grader at the stage door, and she was so wonderful honestly.

The three of us referred to ourselves as “trash” and her mother looked so concerned

Post-Show/Wednesday

Rachel and I parted ways as soon as she dropped me off back at the hotel, so you’ll have to hit her up for her Wednesday stories.

But we were at the stagedoor when @crazygoblinfreakoutnoise just texted me like KATHERINE *lastname* so I replied like “can I call you and scream?” because that felt safer than texting her in mass caps while we walked alone in the dark in an unfamiliar city.

Then I woke up Wednesday at 4:30 a.m. ((kinda, I had so much post-show rush that I didn’t actually sleep much at all)) and ate my leftovers from Tokyo Bowl before I called an Uber.

Chattiest Uber driver EVER. It was a 45-minute ride and by the end of it, I knew about his divorce, how long his family has had season sports tickets, why he doesn’t go to the games, all the major highways in Denver, everywhere he’s ever traveled … the list goes on. But he did get me there safe

I’d left hella early because the TSA said Denver was super busy and had lots of delays at security. So I’m to the airport a full 150 minutes before my scheduled flight, full of excitement about being enough of an adult to manage my own road trip travels.

Then security took maybe half an hour. Not even that, but I’ll be generous.

Point is, I had lots and lots of time to explore.

And then they delayed my flight 40 minutes.

So I dropped seven bucks on a cup of coffee, trying to combat the two non-consecutive hours of sleep I was running on.

I did get to see the sun rise over the mountains with airplanes in the background though, and that view was incredible.

By the time I got to board, I really needed to pee, but I didn’t have time, and then both of my row-mates fell asleep before we even took off.

Also we sat on the tarmac for almost an hour. So by the time we landed I REALLY had to pee.

Finally got to a bathroom, and made it out to meet my dad, for a ride back to Rachel’s place to pick up my car.

We went for lunch before we did that, and longtime followers might remember the fries that changed my life back in April. I had more of those, and they’re still amazing.

I had to use two of my last four percent cell battery ((look, it’d been a really long day)) to re-reschedule a test. The plan had been to take it when I got back to campus, but then delays happened.

Happy ending: took the test the next day, set the curve with a 94 percent.

#seriously? best trip EVER #katie and rach: destination denver #the adventures of katie and rach #originalcontentfirstdegreefangirl #flyawayrachel #crazygoblinfreakoutnoise #my franns #irl franns #dear evan hansen #deh #deh tour #dera evan hansen tour #road trip #my face #my video #here's your one chance fancy

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some mistake, part 8

First part of chapter three! Also haha uh this is the last completed section of this fic, so I’m just going to leave it here for a while. I’m sorry!!! The next part is like 80% done, but I feel like this is a cleaner break point, because things turn weird again soon. But who knows! Maybe I’ll get it together for once and hammer out the rest! Anyway, thanks a million to all you beautiful people for reading!! You folks are the best. ♥ ♥

The first thing Derek does after dumping his bag in the new room he now shares with C is take off for the rink, to see if the guys are around. Chowder wasn't in their room, which figures, since he's been back for a few days already, but neither is he in the lobby with Tango and the rest of the new sophomores, or lying in the grass with Rans and Holtzy in the spot Shitty and Johnson claimed for them when Derek was a wee, impressionable freshman.

Ford, who’s sporting a new pair of glasses and demolishing Whiskey in a game of Guess Who, tells him Chowder went to visit a townie friend, and Derek almost crashes through the lobby doors in his hurry to get to the woods. C must already be chilling with Dex, probably gorging themselves on Bitty’s pie or skipping rocks with Lardo and Tater, which would kinda suck since Derek doesn’t know how to find his way in there alone. He waves a casual goodbye to the others as Holster reminds him about their first team breakfast tomorrow, and takes off. He hasn't seen either of his best friends for over two months.

To his surprise, they aren’t deep in the forest when he locates them. They're perched on a low, thick branch near Derek’s hollow, swinging their feet and eating the syrupy ice pops that the nearby convenience mart sells by the box. Chowder’s lips are stained purple; he grins around the plastic tube dangling from his mouth, bringing up one hand to shield himself as Dex flicks red droplets of melted cherry popsicle at his face.

“Don't even think about it-”

“Thought you liked my freckles, C. Don’t you want to match?” Dex snaps his tube forward, spraying more cherry syrup in Chowder’s direction.

“Not with you, goblin man,” Chowder whines, dodging and ducking like he’s in the Matrix. He loses balance, flailing as he begins tipping backwards. Dex tries to save him, grabbing onto C’s sleeve as he topples backwards off the branch, but only manages to get himself dragged down too. They land in a squawking mess of limbs.

Derek whistles in appreciation, strolling up to them while they thrash around like beached squids. “I can’t believe you just let Chowder die,” he tsks.

“Yeah, what the hell! Dropping the ball, Dex.”

“Maybe if the ball had laid off on bag nachos for the summer I wouldn’t have dropped him.”

“Hey, fuck you,” Chowder laughs, slapping his arm across Dex’s chest. “My body is a temple, and I can fill it with twelve hundred bags of Fritos if I want.”

“Christ, Fritos are revolting, C. Nursey, teach this boy something about nutrition, would you?” Dex asks, staring upside down through his lashes at Derek, who grins down at him.

“You eat pie for dinner! Every day!” Chowder yells.

“What’s that? You loathe Bitty’s pies? You never want to taste another one again in your life? I dunno, this’ll really break his heart, but if you really feel that strongly about it…”

Chowder starts with a wail that warps into a battle cry as he leaps at Dex, who tries unsuccessfully to roll away. The noise he makes when C sinks his nails into his hips is unreal; if Derek ignores the stray laughter, it sounds like he’s being dragged to hell.

“Alright, break it up boys, break it up,” Derek says as Chowder begins a tickle offensive and Dex’s leg twitches like he might kick someone’s teeth in by accident. He pushes his way in between the two of them and nudges Dex away with a foot before sitting himself on top of Chowder’s ass, pinning him in place. Chowder kicks his legs, trying to oust Derek from his spot, but gives up, lying defeated in the underbrush.

“This is blatant favoritism,” Chowder grumbles. “I don’t see you crushing Dex with your steel quads.”

“Hey, if we’re talking favoritism, at least Dex lets you into the trees with him.” Every time Derek asks Dex to join him, Dex just flips him the bird and circles the tree like an unhinged coyote.

“That’s because I don’t want you to break your damn neck, you dipstick,” Dex says as he finally crawls off the ground. “And you’re only like 5’ 9”, so catching you is easier than-” He stops short when Derek stands. Derek, who after two years can look him in the eye without tilting his head upward. For some reason, though, he stares half a minute longer, the skin around his neck starting to grow a heated pink. “When the fuck did you get so- so,” and he waves his hand distractedly around Derek’s general person, “uh, tall?” The word falls from his lips like he intended to say something else, and he claps his mouth shut.

“Well, Dex, it was early on the morn of July 11th when I woke crunched up in my tiny bed like a giant in the land of the-”

“Alright, smartass, I get it.” He backs away from Derek, still rosy and flustered, and busies himself with helping Chowder off the ground.

When they're all finally situated, Derek reveals the gifts he brought back with him. The first item he throws in their direction is a humongous bag of cotton candy, which makes them both brighten to an unholy level.

“Didn't you just have popsicles?” he asks dubiously as Dex parcels out a clump to Chowder and lets a strand of the spun sugar dissolve on his tongue.

“Pssshh,” Chowder says.

“Aight, then hook me up too,” Derek says. He opens up his mouth expectantly as Dex reaches out to give him a handful. Reluctantly, Dex pushes the cotton candy past his lips, to rest on his tongue, then snatches his hand back, turning colors again. Super weird.

But Derek leaves him be, dividing up the rest of his souvenirs. Gloves and a shark-shaped tea infuser for C; a scarf and tiny lobster keychain for Dex.

“Trying to buy our affection again, Nursey?” Chowder teases after they thank him.

“Nah, you know I just notice stuff that reminds me of you guys,” Derek says casually. Dex gets awkward about accepting gifts that aren't food, having hang-ups about being indebted to people and wasting money, but Derek has slowly managed to convince him that none of these gifts carry any burden or expectation. He tries to keep them less expensive and more thoughtful, in order to make things easier for his friends.

“Crustaceans remind you of me,” is all Dex comments on, face unsure if it's amused or exasperated, and Derek breaks into a grin.

“Of course they do! Orange and crabby.”

Dex looks like he's about to try and put him in a headlock, so Derek dumps the rest of the bag at his feet. It’s a collection of books that Dex expressed interest in reading; from the surprised delight on his face when he peeks inside, Derek’s hit the mark.

“They're for you to keep, though I wrote in the margins of some, and they're all a little beat up- not that you don't deserve new books,” and now he's spinning in circles, trying to explain this without coming off as a cheap douchebag, “but I thought maybe you'd like to see what I thought? I mean, obviously you'll form your own opinions, but-”

“Nursey, stop. They're great. Thanks, for everything,” Dex says, warmth lacing his tone as he thumbs down the corner of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. His eyes flicker up to meet Derek’s, and they share a smile, leaving Derek feeling somewhere in between bizarre and normal.

He tries to forget about it, but Dex remains somewhat squirrely for the rest of the day, culminating in a really awkward clasp/hug when they depart for the evening. Chowder pulls Dex in for a hug, which runs smoothly as usual, but Derek holds his arms out until Dex brings it in and receives an uncomfortable chest-bump half-hug combo that fizzles out when they pull apart and Dex realizes he’s looking directly into Derek’s eyes. He scuttles back into the woods with a hasty goodbye, power-walking away with his arms full of books, leaving Derek to make baffled faces at Chowder on their walk home.

Derek is still stewing over it by tomorrow morning at team breakfast, when he's finally awake enough to ask Chowder what the deal was with yesterday.

“Dex is just worked up ‘cause you got taller and hotter over the summer!” Chowder tells him while inhaling cheerios. Derek almost stabs himself in the gums with his fork.

There were enough keywords in that sentence to grab Holster’s attention from all the way down the table, and he launches out of his seat to accost Derek while he chokes on his homefries.

"Nursey. Nurse. Derek, my bro, my precious d-man hatchling, what delightful news is this?!" Holster bellows, almost knocking Ollie out of his spot as he collides with the bench next to Derek. The plate of pancakes flies across the table like a frisbee, stopped only by Ford's quick hand, trained, no doubt, by hours and hours of expertly managing unruly wild-eyed theater kids.

Derek quits choking long enough to splutter out, "It's nothing, just Chowder being-"

"Nothing?!" comes the outraged rallying cry from Ransom, who crosses from the omelette station to their table in three long graceful bounds. He launches his plate aside to squeeze in next to Holster, which triggers a domino effect and squishes Whiskey to the very edge of the bench. The sophomore continues valiantly eating his toast as if he doesn’t have only half his butt on a solid surface.

"Sounds like way more than nothing to us!"

"Sounds like someone's getting a head start on winter formal, is what I'm thinking, Holtzy." Ransom says, looping his arm around Derek's shoulders and staring him down with his most intense co-captain stare.

"It sure does, bro."

Derek rips his eyes away from Ransom's hypnotic stare long enough to direct his glare at turncoat Christopher Chow, who continues smiling and vacuuming up cereal like he didn't just bodily shove Derek under several two-hundred pound buses. He barely has any idea of what's happening right now, and certainly isn't prepared to defend himself from his captains’ onslaught of (un)helpful support.

"Well, I dunno if he can go to formal," Chowder says, looking apologetic even as he throws gasoline onto the flames. "He doesn't go here, and he’s probably not big on parties. But I think Nursey should ask anyway!" Holster lights up like a Hanukkah candle and stumbles back off the bench in order to squish in on Derek's other side instead, leaving him flanked by both meddling seniors.

“Like always, actual genius C. Chow is completely right. You miss 100% of the shots, etcetera, you know the rest. If you need help asking-”

“We got your back. Nursey, you know we’re here for you,” Ransom says gravely.

“Yeah, of course. Thanks guys, but I'm, uh. I'm gonna sleep on it first.”

“Working up to it, eh? Well, you just let us know.” Rans claps him on the arm and starts tearing into his omelette; Holster watches Derek for half a minute more with two eggs bunched up in his cheeks, but also slaps him on the back eventually, and returns his attention to the table conversation.

Derek pointedly refuses eye contact with Chowder, who huffs a bit, and concentrates on slathering butter on his toast while he mulls everything over. Was Chowder right about yesterday?

Dex and Derek...they sort of joke around about it sometimes. Fake-flirting, pet names – Derek instigates it most times, just to see the glowing flush that overtakes Dex’s skin and the flash of teeth he shows when he snipes back. But when Dex isn't too busy rolling his eyes right out of their sockets he plays along, calling Derek ‘angel face’ and ‘pumpkin’ and ‘sugarplum’. It's just a harmless thing they do. It never means anything.

But yesterday, Dex had been genuinely flustered, and it makes Derek feel restless with questions.

“C. Chowder. Chris,” he hisses, resorting to kicking Chowder under the table until he stops talking to Tango about video games.

“Derek,” Chowder says, beaming, as he literally rips a banana in half. He always eats fruit in these weird-ass ways that Derek has chosen to accept as one of his few shortcomings. “What’s up?”

“Yesterday, with Dex...was he really- do you think he thinks that I’m-” Chowder chews and nods encouragingly while Derek flounders for words. He gives up and winds up demanding, “Am I hot now?”

“Like, objectively? You were always cute, in this quiet way, right? But I dunno, you really grew into your own over the summer,” Chowder says thoughtfully. He places his hand delicately to his chest and scrounges up a parental sigh. “Guess my boy’s finally growing up!”

“Four months younger than you, Christopher.” Chowder just simpers at him, some stray banana mush falling off his cheek. “I don’t feel different. I mean, yeah, we’re the same height now, but the other stuff-”

“Like I said, you were always cute! But you look more...grown-up now? And it really works for you, buddy! And it really really works for Dex, haha.” At Derek’s look of pure, overwhelmed disbelief, Chowder blinks, then takes pity on him, offering a real smile. “Nursey. Don’t tell me this is a surprise to you. He, like, always calls you pretty.”

“Yeah, but that’s-”

Chowder shakes his head as he folds his two banana peels into a stack. “Just a joke? You don’t see the way he looks at you sometimes; I know you’re besties and all, but sometimes he- how do I put this. He lingers? You’ll say something funny, or interesting, and he kind of traces your face with his eyes. And sometimes it’s like he’s studying for a test he needs to pass. Whoa, now I’m getting poetic, but seriously. He can be kind of intense. Pay attention next time, and you’ll see.”

Derek doesn’t need to wait until next time. He's already replaying memories, sifting through for any evidence that what Chowder is saying is true. It doesn't help that Dex spends a lot of time being intense about one thing or another, but pieces start to fit together, moments coming into clarity as Derek thinks about them longer. The way Dex’s amber eyes turn dark and pensive sometimes when he looks over at Derek, an unnamed heaviness passing between them. How the corner of his mouth unfolds into the curve of a smile on occasion, even when Derek isn't particularly amusing. How serious he sounds when he gives out a rare, unprompted compliment.

Derek doesn’t know what to do with this information. He needs more time to process it, so he turns his attention to the other matter that’s come to mind. “How do you see all of this stuff? It sounds obvious when you point it out, but it’s like I’ve been blind this whole time.”

“I just notice things. About you guys, about the team. I like watching people, seeing how they move and think. Maybe it’s a goalie thing?” he laughs.

“No, I get it. But- you’re a good friend, Chowder,” Derek tells him, because Derek likes people-watching too, but Chowder gets him and Dex both. He knows so much more about the people around him than he'll probably ever get credit for.

“Aw, thanks! You’re a good friend too. My question, though, is what are you gonna do about this? Not that you have to do anything! I just don’t want things to be weird.”

“I. Don’t know?” Derek says helplessly. “It’s flattering, but he’s my best friend, and I don’t- I’m not sure if either of us want anything else? It might not even mean anything; like, I’ve always thought Dex was cute, but that doesn’t mean-”

That doesn’t necessarily mean Derek wants to pursue a relationship with him. Dex is attractive, sure, but he's Derek’s best friend. Those two things don't necessarily make them romantically compatible. If Derek took the time to really consider it, could he honestly see him and Dex dating?

Could he imagine going with Dex to winter formal? Dex would probably hate it, grumbling about his two left feet, and the ridiculousness of hiring a DJ for a high school dance, and how preppy everyone looks. He'd chirp Derek for it too, while helping the hockey team demolish the refreshments table, but then compliment him later on some surprising detail like his choice of tie color or the way he's done his hair. Derek would wheedle until Dex agreed to a dance, the two of them swaying stupidly to a slow song, before Derek tries to put his dance lessons to good use. Dex could be convinced to stay for a few more songs, but they'd stay in the corner with the wallflowers, where the lights are dim and the white streamers hang in sweeping loops under silver and spangled balloons. They're about the same height now, broaching six feet, and Dex’s broad hand would rest heavy against Derek’s waist or shoulder, but it would probably link pretty perfectly with Derek’s own hand.

Could he imagine them going to the movies together, sitting in the back row of some noisy summer blockbuster and stealing overpriced raisinettes and nachos from each other? Dex would never spring for snacks, but he wouldn't be able to help himself from swiping food from Derek if Derek decided to be disgustingly extravagant and purchase five different boxes of chocolate. It would start innocently enough, Derek pressing caramels and junior mints into Dex’s hand each time he reached over, until his boxes were empty and he could trick Dex into holding hands with him the next time he reached.

Could he imagine trying to make dinner together? Or spending nights together in Derek and Chowder’s dorm room, Dex tucked in Derek’s away game sleeping bag on the floor next to them? They'd talk until morning about poetry and unsolved mysteries, stupid childhood mishaps and unimportant truths, and maybe when Chowder wakes up it’ll be to the sight of Dex curled up next to Derek on his bed (but he'll never tell).

Derek could take him to the amusement park with the team. Dex would probably like roller coasters like Ransom and Tango. Derek would force him to ride the teacups twenty times with him and Chowder, and drag him through the mirror house. He'd buy him funnel cake and corndogs and more cotton candy, fresh-spun and as pink as Dex's face would be if Derek tried to sit up next to him on the ferris wheel.

They could go explore the historical side of Boston, or tour the haunted houses of Salem, or drive east to Gloucester and Rockport to see the North Shore. They could roadtrip straight across to California, or to Niagara Falls, or to see the Grand Canyon – any of the places that Dex as said he'd like to visit someday.

Derek would take him home to Manhattan. Mama would love him, this prickly, weathered forest boy who she can feed and wrap in a cocoon of blankets. Mom would be more cautious, but dad would convince her, once they bonded over fleecing people in card games, and car maintenance and I Love Lucy. Dex would stay in the guest room, but Derek would sneak him into his room, where Dex would tease him about his choice in posters and the felt solar system mobile mom made for him when he was a baby, still hanging over his desk. They'd lie under Derek’s covers, listening to ATCQ and Run-D.M.C. before Derek gives him a rundown of the music of the last five years, since Dex doesn't know any songs more recent than the top of the charts from 2008.

He'd toss book after book from his shelf into Dex’s lap, recommending every single one despite all the protests. They would drag Derek’s comforter out to the balcony to watch the sunrise together, Dex leaning his head on Derek’s shoulder, his hair the same color as the sun-dyed sky brushing over Derek’s collarbone, and their hands tentatively linked together under the blanket.

Maybe by then Derek will have gathered up the nerves to kiss him.

...wait, hold up.

“Nursey, you in there?” Chowder asks gently as Derek lowers his forehead to rest on the table.

“Yeah, I’m here. Just need a minute to process some stuff,” he mumbles weakly back.

Dex would close his eyes, pale lashes fanning out to flutter against his cheeks in anticipation. Derek would lean in, his heart hammering in sixteenth notes, trying not to crush Dex’s fingers in his grasp. It would be soft, Derek thinks, though sometimes talking to Dex makes him feel like every part of him is burning, whether with frustration or fondness or amusement. They could kiss like a fistfight, but that first time, at least, would be gentle. As silly as it seems, Dex would probably taste like the pie du jour, and he would be warm – so warm and solid against Derek’s skin that he could ignite.

That’s how it would go, he thinks.

Okay, okay, cool cool cool. So he wants to date Dex. This isn’t exactly new; he’s always wanted to hang out with Dex outside of the woods, anyway, like besties do.

He also wants to kiss Dex, so there’s that. It's fine. So chill. Just the chillest.

“I think I might be fucked,” he finally tells Chowder, who nods sympathetically and gives him his glass of chocolate milk in solidarity.

“Like I said, you don’t have to do anything. But the possibility is there. Maybe you should take a chance.”

“Okay, I- uh. I’mma think it over a little longer.”

Chowder narrows his eyes. “Like a hundre-”

“Yeah, yep, like a hundred years longer. I don’t wanna mess everything all up?” Derek says, trying to express with his hands the breadth of this situation. “He’s really important to me, C. I can’t fuck this up.”

“No, I get it. Take your time. And when you figure it out, make sure to let my great-grandchildren know, yeah?”

Derek laughs and scrubs a hand over his face. “Sure thing, Chowder.”

He just needs time to sort it all out: his own feelings, Dex’s strange behavior and lingering looks, and that possibility of something more. He just needs a chance to work through this thing that feels so unexpected yet undeniable, before any more surprises come his way.

#nurseydex #nursey #dex #omgcp fic #some mistake #chowder #hey i love the frogs #awkward losers trying to figure out their ~feelings~

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SG Headcanons? SG Headcanons: Beowulf Edition™

Beowulf is stated to be very patriotic in his voice lines and Parasoul references his work “with” them, before rudely telling him to retire if she wins against him. This means that she also knew about the plan with the Medici Mafia to fight a drugged Grendel and win against him for the sake of the war against foreigners / the Skullgirls. However, this may also mean Beowulf participated in the war or had some sort of encounter with the royal family, if not being the entertainment for them in some manner. I personally think King Renoir oversaw his match against Grendel and made sure to work the deal so as to work up the favor for the canopy kingdom.

Beowulf also likes to drink Chamomile tea after first killing Grendel, it was offered to him as a way to sleep, and as such, it helped get over the restless nights where all he could sometimes do was realize… He may have actually killed a friend. I wanna think that there is some idea that he’s killed Grendel, but he’s repressed it into the psyche he plays off as Beowulf™

There’s been times Beowulf sits on the couch just to hope he can relax, but all he does is sit in his robe, boxers and tank top and just idles. His mind runs a whole bunch and he’s distracted with the idea of “What’s his purpose? What’s his use? What really is Beowulf?”

I actually project myself through Beowulf, lot like other characters such as Terra Branford or Eriko Kirishima, but I like to believe that Beowulf actually took his name up instead of being born with it. If not, he went with “Just Beowulf” instead because he’s a simple guy. That’s all he needs.

He’s also a really hard worker, but, he’s prone to sometimes over doing it AKA training every day with his weights or the gym because it’s been mentally drilled into him. If he wanted to be the best, he HAD to be the best. It’s one of the reasons he drinks Chamomile tea often: to relax and let things take place. At 37 years old, he was prone to feeling like he wouldn’t be able to finish every goal he wanted until he was “old”. He understands a bit better now that his accomplishments will last at the end of his storyline.

In the TV show Annie and Beowulf run, Beowulf is the superhero to the kids of New Meridian, while also taking on many new opponents in the ringside. He’s much more a WWE styled wrestler in that he’s back to being a celeb now, but still has his humble beginnings. He also has dated on and off again, but, even in the show he makes empty compliments / receives them from both genders. “What a strong man…” “Ah, thank you sir! Wulfman eats 8 dozen eggs every mornin’ just for trainin’!” “Oh… If only that amazing, handsome Captain Wulf was here…!” “Never fear, the Wulf is here! And… He’s free any time on Friday 8pm at Yu-Wan’s!”

Every morning he wakes up and does 125 squats, 200 pec decks, 225 crunches…

COMFORT CLOTHES EVERY DAY THIS MAN ONLY WEARS HIS BOXERS AND TANK TOPS OR SWEATS HE’S STILL A COLLEGE STUDENT.

When “incognito”, he just wears sunglasses and a baseball cap. Smooth.

Beowulf has also been a little on the chubby side as a kid, but mainly from eating well from backhome. I like to think he was born in the Canopian kingdom, but just has blood in other places he just hasn’t known or seen yet. It would make sense to the Geatish Trepak or Norse / Viking inspired moves to the original Beowulf anyhow. He came to the Canopy Kingdom fresh out the humble life and immediately found himself attracted to the rough and tumble before being let into the wrestling federation to prove his skills.

I like to think either he got his pelt from a Wolf he grew up with that later died peacefully, or, he hunted when he was younger before seeing a wolf die at the end of the hunt. No use for wolf meat where he came from, and in anger at the loss of life, he skinned the wolf for its pelt and vowed to take its place instead. He’s vehement of animal rights, but also tries his best to be open to nature despite hunting as his ideology is to live off the land with just what he needs.

I wanna also say that where Beo grew up in may have a cultural practice where the people take the pelts of animals they use to represent themselves. Bears for patriarchs/matriarchs, weasels / rats for children, otters for teens, and so on so forth. The wolf pelt was taboo and he later used it in rebellion to what he saw in it. Another idea is that the wrestling federation also has animal gimmicks as a way of bringing in the crowd Ala “The man from outta nowhere / Down under.”

Actually has a secret pen name and writes critiques about Operas / musicals and has an appreciation for Jazz as well as the late Contiello family. He has been known to show up, decked out, and seat himself in the best seat, only to scream at the singers / actors with critiques. “JEEZ, MARIA, CAN YOU SING ANY LOWER? I CAN’T HEAR YOU FROM THE BALCONY.” “HEY SKULLBETH, DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND BREAK A LEG WITH THAT CLASS ACT.” “YOU CALL THAT AN ARIA, I CALL THAT DIAR–” Of course no one expects this, so, the surprise comes in the form of a well made, thought out essay based on the finer points of the actions and tribulations the actors did or sang. He’s also a stickler for analysis!

The Hurting was actually a parting gift from the local wrestling federation: Just like Hrunting was given to him by Unferth, The Hurting was given to Beowulf by his old sleazy manager where ironically, hasn’t proven unuseful to this day

Immediately and utterly distracted by dogs, he can’t help it. He’s consumed with love over them and would postpone a battle just to pet one.

Unlike the public opinion, he has a master’s degree in English as well as Sociology, though, he’s not one to flex the brain muscles because he has to maintain the psyche of a warrior half the time. This is why he always whispers when fighting with people, while also pretending wrestling is “real” and “isnt”, he’s more focused on maintaining character

Grendel can in fact hear everything Beowulf is saying pre-Marie death, however, all he hears is Beowulf’s fighting quotes: “RUNNIN’ WILD, ALL’S CHAIR, TAKE A LOAD OFF!” (I have a comic planned for this lol)

Grendel’s arm is partially sentient, though he can hear and act, he still gets where his “friend” is coming from time to time.

The Hurting gets reupholstered time to time, lots of fashion choices to be really honest, too little time to decide.

Unironically, Beowulf actually digs wearing skimpy clothes / speedos when weather permitting / in the mood, however… He doesn’t understand the social aspects of one, so, one he ran into the ring in a regular wrestling speedo and well… Let’s just say there’s a reason the beta drew that ONLY.

Went to college with Adam Kapowski, though, he mainly spoke to him over complaining about his physical education courses / wrestling club “Look, man, I got this cute professor but like, he doesn’t know jack shit over suplexing. Why? BECAUSE EVEN VICTORIA CAN SUPLEX ME BETTER THAN HE CAN”

Has once met Ms. Victoria during his offseason time when retired and she thought he was a villain when he applied to be a librarian, however, when she shows up as D. Violet, and scopes him out “closing” up, she finds him… Bench pressing book cases before she hurries back, still very concerned over the fact that she has to share her students with a supposed gigan wrestler.

Children flock to him for advice and training, and he loves it. When working as a librarian, he would help tutoring or cheer on students, as well as the whacky prank of stealing the janitor’s mop and mobile and would ride it down the halls with the kids.

When time came to retire out of retirement, the kids came together and made him a botched card thanking him for all he did. Later, he would return to the ring and dedicate his first match to those very kids, and Ms. Victoria, who all sat in the front seats to the match, each with free Wulf™ merch.

Victoria respects him after this, though, she believes he may just be the silliest warrior to show up. D.Violet though has an unrequited crush on him. I’m tickled to fathom they maybe get married, but Beo isn’t one for really being tied down as he is now.

I’m biased to saying he marries me, but hey, that’s not what this post is about: Relationship wise, Beo is fine with no ring, but he’s not much for the ball and chain. He likes to build things up slow and steady, and extremely affectionate due to not receiving that love as much before.

Despite his exterior, his chest hair is like, soft af. Arm hair though isn’t easy and lemme tell you, dude is hairy everywhere. So, he makes it a point to not care and just trim the beard here and there. Also made a very bad commercial about hair loss and body hair despite the fact he doesn’t have those issues.

His hair is super curly so he just brushes it to the side. That’s it. That’s the goddamn cowlick hair cut we all love

Is the only one to know Annie’s true self, but pretends not to for the sake of being another “dumb mortal”. He implies he knows Annie isn’t the same Annie as “before”, but only to draw her ire. At the end of the story line, though, Annie and him grow closer enough that he admits his knowledge and Annie becomes his wingman and bro.

And I mean bro as in, homegirl screens all would be dates / gf / bf and also manages to make time to meet at their favorite local diner. She hates the amount of hate he gets time to time for being “basic” but she herself is your run of the mill “anime magical girl”. Annie chalks it up to the fact no one cares about talent anymore, but Beowulf still believes Annie has some talent left in her, despite her not seeing it. It’s one of those key reasons she’s very big on his wellbeing: He trusts and believes in her when not many people do. They just believe in the girl of the stars, not Annie.

Annie likes to WHUMP her face on him when embarrassed, and many a time people have walked into his chest or abs because he’s 6′7″ HE’S A FUCKING GIANT. He doesn’t mind it, in fact, he’s flattered by it on the inside ‘cuz he’s a smug Wulf.

Annie, after about 2 weeks being his best friend, cracks many raunchy jokes with him, though, he also brags about certain things he knows she probably won’t experience to her dismay. “Man, Annie, I would have really taken you out to the bar, but oh, I forgot, they don’t serve children!” “Wulf, you’re lucky a 12 year old can’t stab a middle aged man.” “Excuse me princess, would you like another helping of Dinosaur nuggets and fries?”

Tired Wulf Boi Curls Up and Sleps

Cried because he saw those ASPCA commercials

Would fuck a werewolf. Would fuck a monster for the ride of his life. Would also have the gas running and the car ready in case you need the body hid. He’s a ride or die sort of dude, he makes it known when you wake him up too early without context.

“Oh, gosh, golly, gee” is something he copies from Annie time to time

Struggles also, not to curse around her. Dick-tionary, Ass-ets, Douche-Nozzler the gobbledygook. All Annie™ words.

Broke a laptop just by touching it, can now hold a toaster in his hands.

Would not get the reality of wearing a collar. “Wow, you must have a nice do–”

Is still waking up each morning ready to find and craft his purpose in life. He’s used to it not knowing, but he’s clearing his head so far

#whoo!#that's it for now peeps!#beowulf #beowulf skullgirls #skullgirls #my writing #my headcanons #sg headcanons #Skullgirls headcanons

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