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amazingphilza · 3 years

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study buddies :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some headcanons if the mcyts were trying to help you do hw :D

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

tommyinnit

i feel like he’s the type to be in a long discord call with you whilst you both try to finish your work

mans uses the screensharing feature like there’s no tomorrow

“y/n watch my stream on discord and help me guess the answers”

“tommy no! i haven’t even taken a film class before”

“your guess is good as mine”

“just cheat and google the answers!!!”

“fuck you”

he actually just wants your attention because he’s bored out of his mind doing homework

five minutes later of asking you to help him guess questions he’s like

“hey y/n”

“what now?”

“let’s play bedwars”

“oh my god shut up!!!”

if tommy has to speedrun something before a deadline, it is a whole different story tho; he will be so focused on completing that he won’t hear what you’re saying

if you’re struggling in math, you’re on your own

“math is shit, only numbers i need is my primes and youtube analytics” says tommy any time you complain about math

besides the fact he isn’t good at solving math problems, you can’t even read his handwriting if he did try showing you how to do a problem

“okay, y/n, it’s simple, just look” he says in his kareninnit voice and everything

you’d be like “is the variable a G or a 9??”

“fuck you that’s a 4!!!”

tubbo

i don’t know if tubbo ever talked about school before but something about him makes me think he’s actually pretty good at math

like he can explain a few things when it comes to math / algebra

CODING GO BRRRR

no geometry or calculus though, anything past algebra will go bad

if tubbo is doing homework with you, he will definitely tune you out

“hey tubbo can you help me on this question?”

you don’t get a response until like 20 minutes later

“oh yeah, what was it y/n?”

like now you answer? i just got the answer myself after so long, forget you smh

“oh nothing tubbo, nevermind!”

but you’re still grumbling in your head because if he answered just a bit earlier you wouldn’t have gone through the work of finding the answer online

i can also imagine if you’re taking chemistry tubbo is like ;

“oh you’re taking chemistry? let’s make some bombs!” /lh

tubbo would definitely pull an all-nighter with you to finish your projects together

if you had a group project, he would make you do the writing part while he does the drawing part

“we definitely aced this project”

“of course we did, if i made you draw we would’ve ended up with stick figure diagrams”

“TUBBO. THE FUCK?”

ranboo

okay i know ranboo said he isn’t a theatre or band kid (unless im wrong and forgetful) but i feel like he’d be somewhat educated in the topics nonetheless

half the time he’s great moral support, helping you stay motivated !

the other half is him making fun of you

“i cant believe you’re failing, that is so sad, can’t be me”

“it’s literally an honors class, ranboo! it’s supposed to be hard!!”

“taking an honors class willingly? also cant be me AHAHA”

i honestly can’t see ranboo going to school like i know he’s a minor and said he had zoom calls before and plays volleyball but like did i miss something? has he dropped out yet? like something about ranboo does not scream “student” /lh

besides that, i’m not sure what subject he would actually be good in,,, but something about nutrition/health sciences,, he knows a few things

don’t get me wrong, i don’t think he actually likes the subject but somehow remembers what he learned from the class

also gives me the type of energy of the type of person to take a first aid class to be a certified person to do cpr on someone just to kill time during his lunch breaks for a while or something

“i am a certified cpr person”

“my life in ranboo’s hands? oh god please no”

you two would probably joke about the ‘bad’ people in your classes or talk shit about your schools than actually doing anything homework related ngl AHAHAH

“you think your school is down bad? mine went back to campus full time after like 6 months into quarantine because they were running out of money”

“what the hell y/n? your school is a scam, drop out”

“arghhhh i knowww”

“i bet i make more money than your teachers combined AHAHAH”

wilbur soot

he doesn’t seem like the best person to ask for help for homework but can info dump you on very specific historical events + a bit of geography

i kinda see him as the person you can ask to proof read an essay for you and would help it improve immensely

who needs a thesaurus when you have vocabulary boy wilbur?

i dunno if it’s an american thing only or at all, but if/when you get to studying hamilton in your english class, he will get so fucking excited

“no wilbur it isn’t fun! imagine listening to lin-manuel miranda rap ‘alexander hamilton’ at the white house from like 2009 on repeat for over an hour whilst trying to write an analysis about it!! it was so distracting”

“well clearly someone has a personal problem with mr lin-manuel. if i were you, i’d be singing the whole thing”

is this last bit personal and complete spite from my freshman year english class? yes. i do not care? no. /hj

unrelated but i actually scribbled nice guy ballad lyrics and other songs on my english scratch papers in freshman year but anyway

probably isn’t the best person to be in a call to do homework with but wilbur doesn’t mind you ringing him occasionally sometimes

i dunno i can just see him easily get bored of the silence or something but also doesn’t want to bother you too much

but he is genuinely proud of you whenever you tell him you aced a big test you were studying for :D

philza

this man’s bad advice is as bad as him trying to help you on any subject

he’s an old man so /hj

but like honestly, he hasn’t been at school for so long, phil can probably only help with the most basic things when it comes to school

if you have a wack teacher that makes you collect data through surveying people, phil would be one of the best people to ask! straightforward and won’t take too much of your time compared to other people ahem,,

statistics things ! sobs

if you ever complain a lot about your classes and contemplating dropping out and stuff, he will def scold you hard

“ugh phillllllllll can i just like,, never go to school again?”

“do not drop out”

“argh fine, i won’t just ‘cause philza minecraft said so”

honestly if you get a high score in a big test like your sats/gcse’s (whatever you’re taking from wherever you are) he’d probably order you a small meal or something to celebrate :D

like how phil bought ranboo bought him food to his house, it would start as a joke but when you get your test scores back he’s like “YOOO GOOD JOB Y/N”

expect a left meat pizza coming to your house .

technoblade

like wilbur, techno is also helpful when it comes to history!

def knows a decent bit of literature too

besides that i don’t really see him being that helpful

even if he was supposed to be an english major

he will just get mad at the school system for teaching you useless things

“being in school is good but why do you need to know how to know if something is a triangle or not? i can obviously see with my eyes that it’s a triangle”

“i dunno! ask the person that made up geometry”

“just look at a kaleidoscope and be over with it, it isn’t that hard”

“that isn’t how it works—”

“bruhhh”

if you’re looking for the person to call while doing homework, he is not the person /lh

it’s either like 0 or 100 with techno

he can just completely not say anything and ignore you or go on a full rant about whatever class or homework you have

if you have an essay you need written, it will take a lot of bribing but he might take the opportunity if you are rich

“techno i’ll paypal you $10 please help me”

“no. i can make 10 times that amount in 5 minutes if i just started streaming right now”

“techno i don’t have that kind of money! pleaseee”

“no. instead of complaining, you can use that time to actually start you work”

“you’re the worst”

then you speedrun the essay and get an A just to spite him

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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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Pikachu, I Choose You!

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Kyoka Jiro, Denki Kaminari

Requested By: Spoilerz_Alert (Ao3)

"Nonononono- Ahhh, Denki, nooooooo!"

Kyoka rubbed her eyes sleepily as she shuffled down the last few steps of stairs. Hanta's miserable wail floated out of the kitchen, making her ear jacks twitch as she registered the high-pitched sound. Metallic clangs and muttered curses followed, and when Kyoka approached to inspect the chaos occurring in the kitchen, she also could discern Denki's characteristic low-toned "yayyyyy."

She smothered a giggle as she rounded the corner to find the aforementioned blond seated at the table, drooling a little as he pushed his upturned thumbs through the air. Hanta was carrying the fried remains of their toaster over to the trash can. He tossed the blackened, sparking metal into the bin with an annoyed grunt, then slammed the lid closed. "God damn it, Denki! That's the third one this semester! Mr. Aizawa'll probably start making you pay for them!" he scolded.

"Yayyyyyyyy," responded the short-circuited boy jovially. Hanta rolled his eyes and collapsed against the counter with an exaggerated sigh.

"I just wanted some toast," he lamented woefully. His head lolled over to watch Kyoka as she strolled into the small kitchen. "Mornin'."

"I see Chargebolt here has apprehended the toaster villain yet again," the girl quipped playfully. Denki's head bobbled on his neck like a baby's as he mindlessly ogled at her. As Kyoka raised an eyebrow at him, he cooed and gave her his thumbs-up motion. Kyoka smiled, unable to not find his addled state comical and endearing, and walked over to affectionately ruffle his yellow locks. "Great job, buddy. You saved us from a real menace." Denki released a bubbly laugh and flopped forward, forehead striking the table.

"Fuck, did Pikachu fry the toaster again?!" Katsuki cursed as he stomped into the kitchen to find the boy slumped over and still constantly humming "yayyyyyy!" When Hanta and Kyoka nodded solemnly, the volatile blond angrily kicked the nearest chair and tromped over to the pantry. He ripped open a box of corn flakes and shoved his hand into the bag to grab a massive handful of the crunchy cereal. He pushed them into his mouth, a few missing the mark and clattering down to the floor, while glaring at Denki. "Fucking hell. I just wanted some fucking toast," he grumbled with full cheeks.

"Me tooooo!" Hanta cried exasperatedly and threw his arms up in an irritated gesture. "The world's against us today." Denki blinked slowly and lifted his head to peer at Katsuki.

"Yay?"

"'Yay,' indeed, moron," Katsuki huffed and shoved another handful of corn flakes into his mouth. "How the fuck does he keep fryin' the damn thing, anyway?" Passively listening to their conversation, Kyoka hunted through the various drawers for a can opener so she could peel the lid off the canned peaches she wanted for breakfast.

"When he stays up all night gaming, he's super tired in the morning and can't control his Quirk!" Hanta answered with a pointed glare at the clueless blond, who nodded sagely and confirmed with a succinct "Yay." Not that he knew what they were even talking about.

“Dumbass Pikachu,” Katsuki grumbled under his breath. Just as Katsuki uttered his nickname for Denki, Kyoka spied a few washable markers in one of the kitchen drawers. A mischievous ploy bloomed in her head, and so with a playful grin, she plucked up the red marker and uncapped it with her teeth. Katsuki raised an eyebrow at her as she crossed the kitchen and sat down in the chair beside the dazed Denki. “Uh, what are you doing?”

“A little payback for the toaster,” Kyoka mused. That was her reason for them, but at the moment, Kyoka’s mind was absorbed with how absolutely adorable Denki would look like a cute little Pikachu. She chuckled to herself as she put the marker to his cheeks. Hanta and Katsuki watched her with wide eyes as Kyoka scrawled two oval shapes on Denki’s cheeks with the red pen, and dotted a cute little rounded triangle on the tip of his nose. They all snorted as Denki blinked incomprehensibly and hummed, “Yay?” when Kyoka finished. Sniggering, Kyoka snapped a picture and used her phone’s editing function to draw a pair of Pikachu ears and a zig-zaggy tail on him. She sent it in the students’ group chat, and Hanta and Katsuki’s phones pinged. They both burst into laughter when they opened up the message.

“That’s rich,” Katsuki snickered, admiring Kyoka’s handiwork even as he shoved the cereal box bank into the pantry. By this time, Denki was beginning to regain his senses, blinking rapidly. It took him a moment to register Kyoka’s presence beside him. After he finally returned to his baseline state, he groaned and rubbed the side of his head.

“Aw, man, did I fry the toaster again?”

“Yup,” Katsuki confirmed as he strolled out of the room, apparently not wanting to hang around for the pending conversation. Denki whined self-loathingly and flopped forward against the table. He opened his phone to read the notification and shot upright when he saw the picture.

“What the-! Hey!” he whined loudly. Kyoka stifled giggles with her hand as Denki opened his front-facing camera. “Not funny!” he complained, poking at the red ovals decorating his cheek. The marks made the pout he tossed her exceptionally cute. “You’re so mean, Kyoka…”

“What? I think it’s adorable,” she complimented jokingly. Denki just groaned and pushed his cheeks around, smearing the edges of the circles. “Relaaaaax,” she laughed and nudged him lightly in the ribs with her elbow. “It’s washable ink. You don’t have to go to class like that.”

“Thank God!” he exclaimed with relief, rising promptly from the chair. “I don’t think I could face Aizawa like this!”

“Like what?” Denki jumped a foot in the air at the teacher’s sudden appearance; the dark, broody man hovered in the entranceway to the kitchen, clutching an empty mug that smelled faintly of coffee. Aizawa stared levelly at Denki as the boy gawked at him like a deer struck by headlights. Aizawa then just sighed and proceeded to the coffee pot to refill his cup with the bitter brown liquid. He mixed in a faint amount of sugar and then turned to stare blatantly at the blond boy while sipping at the beverage. “Pika-pi,” he said monotonously before sauntering off. As Kyoka and Hanta collapsed in hysterical laughter, Denki’s face turned a shade of crimson.

“Yeah, yeah, you guys, laugh it up,” he mocked irritatedly as he made to leave as well. “Next time I’m frying the toaster on purpose!” he called as he rounded the corner. Kyoka nearly fell out of her chair as she tried to get up and follow. Holding her belly, she staggered to the wall, holding onto the edge as she shouted after him.

“Denki! Come on; it was a joke! You’re not mad, right? Right? … Denki?”

~~~~~~~~~~

Denki was obviously mad.

Kyoka squirmed uncomfortably in her seat as she discreetly stared at him from across the classroom. He’d refused to speak to her since that morning, and had even resorted to avoiding her. They usually walked to class together, joined by Momo and Hanta, but when she’d joined the three on the front porch, he’d stomped off by himself, insisting he wanted to walk alone. He’d arrived to class first, and when she’d cheerfully greeted him, he’d ignored her. Groaning, Kyoka flopped forward onto her desk, not even bothering to get a head start on the English homework they’d been assigned.

I’m so stupid…

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, much to her surprise. She sat up to brush her fingertips over her eyes, which widened when she saw them glistening with salty tears. Hurriedly, she asked Present Mic if she could be excused and scurried off to the restroom. She slipped into a stall, locked it, and sank onto the toilet with a mournful sigh. What’s happening to me? Why am I so upset? She thought wildly as she rubbed at her eyes to stifle the tears. They stopped, but only just.

Sure, maybe Kyoka’s prank wasn’t in good taste, but normally she’d just wait for someone to come around rather than moping over the silent treatment. But this was different. She couldn’t stand that Denki was angry with her, and it hadn’t even been six hours. The tears rolled down her cheeks as she fidgeted on the toilet, nervous energy causing her to twitch endlessly. She pulled up the damning photograph, and couldn’t help but smile at his adorably dorky expression. She laughed shakily and swiped her thumb over the screen, causing it to zoom in a little. He’s just so cute he makes me stupid…

Kyoka squeaked aloud and sat bolt upright in the chair, dropping her phone in the process. She didn’t even rattle over the fact that the screen might have shattered. Her mind was shattering with a startling realization. Could I… Could I have a crush on Denki?! It was ludicrous. Ridiculous. Impossible! … And yet, as she thought of the boy, her heart fluttered in her chest. Groaning, she ran her hands over her face. And now he’s super pissed at me, she lamented. It was no wonder she hated the fact that he was angry… She was crushing on him, and only wanted to be in his good graces.

“All right, Kyoka. Get out of your head,” she huffed, knocking on her head with both of her hands for emphasis. “Just calm down and be reasonable. All you have to do is apologize… That’ll smooth things over.” How could she apologize, though? She didn’t know if she could wait all day to corner Denki alone. “Drop some hints. That’s all you have to do,” she huffed doubtfully. Anxiety bubbled in her belly, making her a little nauseous. “That’s all you have to do,” she repeated, as if doing so would strengthen her will.

It was much easier said than done.

“Okay, Kyoka. Just relax. You got this,” she murmured under her breath. After returning from her solitary pep talk in the bathroom, the lunch bell had rung. She had just exited the line and was searching for a seat- a specific seat. Denki was settled with Hanta across the room. Kyoka’s eyes locked onto the empty booth seat across from them. After sucking in a breath like it was liquid courage, Kyoka speedily crossed the lunchroom and plopped her tray down in front of Denki, probably a little too harshly. Denki peered critically at her from under the strands of his bangs. A blush began to crawl up her neck. Much more calmly, she slid into the seat and cleared her throat.

“H-Hey, Denki.” She saw the corner of his mouth twitch and hoped that was a sign he would break his silence. His gaze then dropped to his beef stew, and he swirled it around disinterestedly, steeping the rice in the thick broth. Kyoka swallowed, not one to be deterred, and pushed her tray forward slightly with a finger. “I know you much you like egg pudding,” she offered with a gesture to the little jiggly pudding sitting at the edge of the tray. “I don’t like it, but I thought you might like another, so…” she trailed off, hoping the boy would get the memo. His eyes were lidded as he studied the egg pudding. Silently, he reached out to take it off her tray and put it on his. He then resumed mindlessly stirring his stew.

Hanta’s eyes shifted rapidly between the two of them, a noodle hanging out of his mouth. He slurped it up and then quickly stood, announcing that he was going to see if he could pilfer some more ramen from someone before running off like the Devil was behind him. Denki said nothing, but Kyoka saw his body tense uncomfortably.

“Denki, I’m sorry, okay?!” she blurted before the boy could try and escape. “I shouldn’t have embarrassed you like that. I just… I just…” She couldn’t think of a reasonable explanation aside from she just thought he would look cute, and she sure as hell couldn’t say that. Denki’s golden eyes flickered up from the stew to stare fixedly at her. She slumped down in the booth seat at the harsh edge of the bright gold depths. “I’m sorry,” she repeated meekly, tears rising to her eyes without realizing it. “I’m just stupid…”

“Kyoka,” he sighed, and the sound of his voice made her heart sing. He pushed the trays aside to reach across the table and grab her hand. He stared at it as he swept his thumb over the soft skin, and every caress sent fire flying through her nerves. Her cheeks burned pink, but Denki was seemingly oblivious to the romantic implications of his gesture. “You’re not stupid.” The smile he flashed her made Kyoka melt into a relieved puddle of mush right there, but she couldn’t help but object.

“Denki, I took that dumb photo, and it was insensitive, and-”

“It’s okay!” He laughed with a dismissive wave of his free hand. He then looked bashfully down at the egg pudding she’d given him. “I mean, I was a little upset at first, because… I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s all you think I am. Some dumb, stupid Pikachu.” Before he could continue, Kyoka interrupted with her free hand flapping around wildly.

“Oh, Denki, no! No, no, no! I just… I, um… Bakugo kept calling you Pikachu, and I just…” Growing meek, she slumped down into the booth until her shoulders hunched up to her ears. “I couldn’t help thinking about how cute you would look as a Pikachu…” Denki’s eyebrows nearly touched the roots of his hair as he gawked surprisedly at her. He then flashed her a brilliantly bright smile.

“Oh, so that’s it?” Kyoka used her free hand to cover her bright red face as much as she could, embarrassed by how pleased he was at the prospect. Still holding her hand, he grabbed a fork and took a big bite of the egg pudding while Kyoka nodded admittingly. He seized his phone and pulled up the photograph, then smirked. “I guess I do look pretty adorable,” he reasoned with a wink at Kyoka. The girl’s headphone jack ears wriggled nervously, a bit unsettled by his one-eighty in mood. He dropped the phone and smiled sweetly at her. “I’m sorry for the way I acted. I shoulda just been a man and talked to you about it instead of giving you the silent treatment.” Kyoka’s throat bobbed as she swallowed the relieved sob rising in her chest.

“Yeah, but… Fair’s fair, I guess,” she said guiltily. She flushed red as Denki leaned across the table to use his thumb to wipe away her tears.

“No! Even if I was upset, taking it out on you like this was petty. As Kirishima would say, it wasn’t very manly of me.” His light-hearted tone all but forced Kyoka to give him a hiccupy laugh. How could she stay sad with the sunny boy around? Still, she couldn’t help but feel just a little bit blue; though he was gently sweeping her tears away, she could tell just by the look on his face that it was a purely platonic gesture. Still, she couldn’t help but lean a little into his touch, making her chin brush lightly against the heel of his palm. “I’ve got an idea,” he suggested with a bright smile. “How about tonight we watch a movie, huh?”

“J-just the two of us?!” she squeaked, blushing at the high-pitched tone of her voice. Denki didn’t notice, nodding enthusiastically. “O-okay…” She was relieved that he was no longer irritated with her, but she couldn’t help but think that she was jumping out of the frying pan only to land in the fire.

~~~~~~~~~~

Kyoka had landed in the fire indeed.

Her body burned with a fierce blush as she sat on the end of Denki’s bed, unable to focus on the anime movie playing on his television screen. He’d insisted on sharing a blanket, and so there she was, snuggled up under the covers with the oblivious blond and feeling like she would spontaneously combust at any moment. Denki lay on his stomach with his cheeks pushed into the palms of his hands. His ankles crossed over behind his back. Jiro was sitting upright beside him, hugging her knees to her chest and sweating nervously.

Just play it cool, Kyoka… Don’t be weird… she encouraged herself frantically. With every passing second, she was terrified that Denki would notice the damp puddle of perspiration surely forming under her. She had to suppress a squeak when Denki shifted positions, sitting up beside her and tugging the blanket to enclose them in a suffocating bubble of heat. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth until the skin shredded a little. She’d only realized she was crushing on the boy less than eight hours ago, but now it was all she could think about. When his arm inadvertently brushed against hers, she couldn’t take it anymore. Squealing, she jumped out of the covers to stumble out onto the floor.

“Kyoka? What’s up?” Denki blinked owlishly at her as she panted heavily. Every inch of her skin felt like it was submerged in lava. Part of her was frustrated that he wasn’t picking up on the undeniable signs, but the other part of her thought she’d surely die if he posed the possibility of her crushing on him. The turmoil of the day had fried Kyoka’s brain to charred mush, so she could only sink into one of his bean bag chairs with an agonized groan.

“I don’t… I just… I need a minute,” Kyoka whined miserably. Denki blinked slowly, then peeled the blankets off himself and timidly crawled over to her. She peered through her eyelashes at him as he approached cautiously, her cheeks growing redder with every inch he crept closer.

“Kyoka… Are you feeling okay?” he inquired with a suspicious look. Sure that her cheeks were the shade of tomatoes, she groaned and looked away ruefully. She rubbed at her face, flinching at the sheer amount of heat radiating off her body in suffocating waves. “You’re acting weird,” Denki continued with a concerned tone. “Look, I promise I’m not mad at you.”

“It’s not that,” she admitted through the fingers laced over her lips. She stared intently up at the ceiling with shaky eyes. Was she really about to confess this? “Do… Do you know… Why I was so upset at the fact that you were mad at me?” Denki grunted, and she could tell by the way his clothes shifted that he was rubbing the back of his neck puzzledly.

“Well… I dunno… I was a little shocked at how sensitive you were about it.” The bean bag creaked as she wiggled uncomfortably in the embracing soft bag of beads.

“I… Well… I couldn’t stand the idea that you were mad at me because… because…” Her throat closed up, preventing her from forcing out the words though she desperately wished she could just spit them out. Her chest felt like a great big balloon had swelled up inside her, pushing on her chest wall to make it impossibly tight. Denki waited patiently for her to continue. Kyoka just couldn’t. Frustrated tears began to burn her eyes, and she desperately tried to swallow the lump in her throat. Whining in agony, she clamped her hands down over her eyes, praying the darkness would push her over the edge into a confession. It didn’t.

“Kyoka?” Denki’s voice was soft, inquisitive. She heard him crawl around the edge of the bean bag to sit on his knees beside her. She whimpered as his fingers began to pull at her own, slowly prying her hand away from her left eye. Hesitantly, she cracked that eye open to see him smiling amusedly. “You’re not trying to say that you like me, are you?” She pulled her bottom lip under her teeth and chewed anxiously on it, debating whether to admit it or start vehemently denying it. After a few seconds, she managed a tiny nod. “This better not be some kinda cruel joke.” She squeaked and started sputtering refusals at his deadly serious expression. Then, in the next second, he was laughing animatedly.

“Denkiiii!” she whined, red-faced, and punched him in the shoulder. He kept cackling even as he rubbed the now sore area.

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t help but get a little payback,” he chuckled. Kyoka settled down after a minute, but her face continued to burn. He smiled affectionately; it made her heart thump loudly in her chest. “I like you too, Kyoka. To tell ya the truth… Being angry with you made me so miserable I couldn’t stand it.”

“Really?” she asked in a small voice, and he nodded.

“Yeah. That’s why I couldn’t stay mad,” Denki said gently. His hand rose to cup Kyoka’s cheek, and she pressed her face into it, relishing the soft skin of his palm embracing her. “I could never stay mad at you.”

“Even when I do stupid stuff?”

“Hey,” Denki snorted, “considering I’m the world’s leading expert in stupid stunts, I can cut you some slack for the occasional lapse in judgment.” Kyoka giggled. Her body sung with a bubbly champagne-like high that sent her mind floating into blissful, foggy euphoria.

Denki leaned forward to press his forehead against hers, eyes lidded as he smiled lovingly. “You haven’t smiled all day,” he remarked, catching her off guard. “I love it when you smile.” His compliment made the small smile on her lips stretch wide across her face. His thumb caressed the arc of her cheekbone as he stared deep into her eyes.

“So are you gonna kiss me orrrrrrrr what, Pikachu?” His eyebrow cocked at her blatant request. Kyoka’s cheeks tinged pink at her boldness, but she levelly held his stare, challenging him. Denki smiled impishly, but then leaned in, pressing his mouth to hers in a lingering sweet kiss. Kyoka hummed approvingly at the pleasant sensation of his soft lips molding over hers. The movie they were watching was long forgotten as they basked in the glow of each other’s presence and the bliss of young love blooming between them.

~Bonus~

Kyoka’s smile was bright as daylight as she stared into her phone screen; Momo could see it across the room. She approached Kyoka from behind as the girl lounged on the common room sofa, feet kicked up over the back and reclined against one of the throw pillows.

“What are you smiling about?” Momo inquired as she leaned over the arm of the couch. Kyoka was staring at her lock screen. It was a photo of her and Denki; they had marker on their faces- red ovals on their cheeks, and a little rounded triangle on the tips of their noses. Brown-tipped, long, pointed yellow ears and zig-zaggy tails had been scrawled in the background with her editing app. They looked so happy together, pressed against one another as they smiled for the camera. Momo smiled, glad to see her best friend so madly in love. Kyoka tipped her head back over the arm of the couch to grin blissfully at Momo.

“Oh, you know… Making plans. Denki wants to go out to eat tonight.” Momo hummed approvingly and leaned down, pressing her cheek against the top of her friend’s head as she hugged her loosely.

“I’m happy for you, Kyoka. You deserve it.”

“Thanks,” the noirette said and glanced back to her phone to respond to a message from Denki. “So, when are you gonna start going out with Todoroki?”

“I-I beg your pardon?!”

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luvrpop · 4 years

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advil in the bathroom

source: homestuck pairing: n/a requested: yes tws: over the counter drugs (advil) word count: 1498 synopsis: dave gets an eyestrain headache, and goes on an epic quest for advil extra: shoutout to my discord server buddies for lending me some help with their master rap lyricism

There are some days where things suck.

Those are the days where you stay in your room and no one sees you until dinner, or until you decide that boredom will kill you faster than just sucking it up and hanging out in the presence of other people. You say that you make your best music on those days, although your brothers would probably disagree. To that you would respond that creativity comes from necessity or some shit, and Dirk would tell you that the saying is “necessity is the mother of invention” while Hal explains why that doesn’t apply to your situation at all. They’ll still listen to your demo at 3 AM that night, and they’ll still tell you that they like it. You know they might be lying just a teensy bit, but it’ll still boost your ego.

But not every day is like that.

Your name is Dave Strider, and today actually hasn’t been that bad.

You’ve been playing Minecraft with your friends all morning, which is one of your favorite things to do. You finally proposed to your best friend June, who doubles as your minecraft-gf-now-fiance, and the realm has been busy with wedding preparations. It’s been the ultimate will they won’t they of the century, and Roxy had been bothering you non stop about “putting a ring on it” for forever. Rose is going to be your best man, naturally, and Jade is going to be June’s. Dirk’s going to be the officiary. Hal spawned 64 diamond hoes as a wedding gift. It’s going to be fuckin’ awesome.

For now, you turn off your computer and push away from your desk. You rub the bridge of your nose, hoping to stave away a headache from staring at your computer for so long that you know is inevitable. Rose has offered to buy you blue light tint shit for your shades, but you’re not interested in fucking up the lenses like that. Plus, you’re no bitch. You suck it up and head out to the kitchen like always, to rummage through the junk cabinet for an Advil or something. Hal is already seated at the island, reading something. He looks up when you enter the room, and you both nod in greeting.

June asked you once if it’s weird for you to have a robot for a brother. You had replied that you already had a robot for a brother so it’s no big deal, but you both knew that you weren’t serious. On top of it being sick as fuck to be able to say that your big brother is a super genius who built a super genius AI and then a fully functioning body for said AI, you just really like the guy. Plus, he helps keep things organized. Without him, you’d never know where anything is. Dirk isn’t messy, really the opposite. He’s very particular about where things go. The problem is that his idea of where welding supplies go is in the cabinet next to the fridge, where you adamantly believe dishes should be. And so on.

After a minute or two of fruitlessly searching for pain relief, Hal finally speaks.

“What are you looking for?” He asks, not looking up from his book.

“Advil,” you say, shoving receipts and a neti pot back into the cabinet.

“I see. Check the bathroom.”

“Why?” The fuckin’ cabinet won’t close. “It’s always been in here.”

“Dirk was on a reorganization campaign this morning. You really missed out, dude.” He responds, watching in a bemused fashion as you do mad mental gymnastics to figure out how to stack empty inhaler boxes in a way that will let the cabinet door close.

“Yeah, okay, cool, but like-” You have to pause to catch the bottle of Pepto Bismol that you should have known wouldn't fare well on top of a bunch of empty boxes. “If it ain’t broke don’t fix it or whatever. Now I’m gonna die of eye strain, man, and Dirk’s gonna laugh at my funeral.”

“You know that saying doesn’t apply to him.” Hal says, and you know he’s right. Dirk’s more of an “if it ain’t broke, fix it weekly as to assure it remains unbroken” sort of guy. You snort, and finally get the door closed. Hal pats your shoulder (awkwardly, because the guy doesn’t understand physical affection for the life of him. You appreciate the gesture anyway.) as you walk by, and you begrudgingly make your way to the bathroom. The door is locked when you get there, and you jiggle the handle, just to be obnoxious

“Dave, I’m going to kill you if you don’t stop jiggling the doorknob,” Dirk snaps from the other side of the door.

You snort, and jiggle more aggressively.

“Dave.” “I have a headache.”

Dirk makes a sound that is halfway between exasperated and confused. “I- Okay?”

“A big dumbass moved the Advil into the shitter, and I have a headache. So hurry up or unlock the door,”

“Dude.”

“Unless you’re taking a shit. Are you taking a shit, Dirk?”

Silence.

“Dude, el mayo.” You can see Dirk’s face scrunch up at that. He hates you and Roxy’s incessant need to say acronyms out loud in stupid ways in your head. “Why’d you even move it? Did you just wake up randomly thinking: 'Hey, I know what I'll do! I'm just gonna obliterate Dave’s afternoon by holding his salvation hostage and then shitting near it? That’s really fucked up, man,”

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but the cabinet in the bathroom is literally called a medicine cabinet. This was inevitable.”

You kick the door half heartedly before stalking back into your room. You know he’ll bring you the medicine when he’s done, but you feel the tingles of a fire track coming on.

Fifteen minutes later, after turning down the Advil and locking yourself in your room, you’re convinced you’ve got the hottest shit since the meteor shower that killed the dinosaurs, headache long forgotten. You usher Dirk and Hal into the cramped bathroom (it takes a while to get them to comply, but you assure them that this shit will be legendarily mind blowing. And really, who could resist that?), and Hal calls sitting on the toilet lid. You’re obviously standing in the shower, so that leaves Dirk to sit on the floor.

“Couldn’t we have done this in the living room?” Dirk complains, interrupting you as you go to start the backing track (it’s the Minecraft opening theme, with some shitty bass over it.).

“It’s atmospheric, Dirk.” Hal replies, shaking his head.

“Yeah, duh,” You agree. “Now shut the fuck up, I’m about to take you to school.

Check it. Yo, I’m chillin’ on the comp but my head starts splittin’ Messin’ with my game, and fuckin’ up my sittin’ It’s bad, it’s mad, like an angry dad But it ain’t nothin’ compared to the rhymes that I’m spittin’

So I log out, get up, and leave my room My head’s killin’ me, I’m dyin’, y’know I gotta zoom Roll up into the kitchen, I’m cryin’, tearin’ out my hair So imagine my surprise when that shit ain’t there

Who the fuck locked my Advil up in the shitter? The fuck is your problem, I’ll vague you on Twitter I got a hundred followers, you forgot that I’m famous, They’re willing and ready to tear you a new anus.”

You’re about to continue creaming these suckers, but Dirk cuts you off before you can.

“Okay kiddo, I hear you, good god, sit down Is this bathroom a circus? Cause you’re actin’ a clown

I’m so sorry to tell you- Even Hal can attest- I’m so sorry for shitting This bitch has got IBS

I’ll spare you the details- My shit’s soaking wet- But may I remind you? That’s a medicine cabinet

So before you go cryin’ ‘I’m dying, I’m dying!’ Just study my flow, Cause that shit’s inspiring”

Oh, hell no. Not in your bathroom. Time to go fucking crazy.

“Eyes wildin’, I’m freestylin’ I’m crushin’ cube bitches, I’ll minecraft you some stitches Relief should be accessible, Otherwise that shit is unethical,

So you better say you’re sorry For puttin’ my drugs above the potty,”

This time, it’s Hal interrupting Dirk.

“Firstly, Dave, shawty, That don’t rhyme with potty To pay for these lessons? You’ll need a scholly

Your flow is vile, shit’s juvenile I think I’ve heard better from Terezi’s reptile

You’re frying my circuits, This shit is trash If I was organic, you’d give me a rash

I’ve got something to say, I’ll say it concisely: Shut the fuck up! I’m not asking nicely,”

Well shit. Hal’s got it on lock. You and Dirk groan, and the song ends. Hal always gets the last word.

The three of you will argue for the rest of the night over who wons (you did, obviously), and you’ll have a shitty microwaved dinner.

Today wasn’t so bad at all.

#modmori #homestuck #i really took the request and ran #anonrequest #sorry for any mistakes i didnt have someone else edit this #dave strider #dirk strider #hal strider #lilhal #hal

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Fantastic Four Vol 1 #240

Thur Dec 17 2020 [11:47 PM] Wack'd: We open on Pietro! He took off running from the Himalayas and has been running for like a week straight, all the way to the Baxter Building. [11:47 PM] Bocaj: He has really good shoes [11:48 PM] Wack'd: Pietro has not stopped for the creepy robot secretary. He has instead approached Ben in the dead of night while he's hiding Franklin's Christmas presents. [11:48 PM] Wack'd: Three guesses what happens next and the first two don't count. [11:49 PM] maxwellelvis: BANG! ZOOM! [11:49 PM] Wack'd: Yeeeeep. [11:49 PM] maxwellelvis: Straight to the Moon! [11:49 PM] Umbramatic: oh no [11:49 PM] Wack'd: No, I don't think the Inhumans are on the moon yet 😛 [11:50 PM] Wack'd: Oh no! Frankie's becoming a gritty antihero to appeal to today's cynical youth!

[11:51 PM] maxwellelvis: DO IT! [11:52 PM] Wack'd: Reed breaks up the fight. Turns out Quicksilver didn't recognize Ben's new face and assumed he was also an intruder. [11:52 PM] Wack'd: Reed is concerned that Ben does not angst when explaining the situation. [11:52 PM] Bocaj: ...... [11:53 PM] Wack'd: I...guess it makes sense? Ben is actually historically very bad at being stoic and closed-off. He mopes! It's what he does [11:54 PM] Umbramatic: Ben Angst™️ [11:54 PM] Wack'd: Anyway, Pietro fills in the backstory, and we're...actually circling back to Medusa having been abducted by a shadowy organization? [11:55 PM] Wack'd: I assumed we'd probably quietly forget about that one. [11:55 PM] Wack'd: So this organization is called The Enclave and they start bombing Attilan, declaring war with the help of their man on the inside. [11:56 PM] Wack'd: Again, three guesses. [11:56 PM] Bocaj: Oh, they're relevant to the avengers annual I'm currently reading for liveblog [11:56 PM] Bocaj: Neat [11:57 PM] maxwellelvis: Ooh! Ooh! I know! I know how their man on the inside is! [11:57 PM] Wack'd: Yes, max? [11:57 PM] maxwellelvis: Correct! [11:57 PM] maxwellelvis: Maximus the Mad, smart guy [11:57 PM] Umbramatic: ITS PIKACHU [11:58 PM] Wack'd: Yeah it's Maximus. [11:58 PM] Umbramatic: FUCK [11:58 PM] maxwellelvis: It's ALWAYS Maximus [11:58 PM] Wack'd: So not only are they at war but now there's also a mysterious illness. [11:58 PM] Bocaj: Hu hu hu [11:58 PM] Wack'd: And Inhumans are dying by the dozens. [11:58 PM] Bocaj: Suuuure [11:59 PM] Bocaj: Do any of them have names is my question [11:59 PM] maxwellelvis: He's like Loki without the Puckish charm [11:59 PM] Bocaj: Yeah Maximus is basically a worse Loki [11:59 PM] Wack'd: @Bocaj Probably not. [11:59 PM] Bocaj: I don't mean more monstrous I just mean. Just less in all regards [12:00 AM] Wack'd: Johnny pokes a hole in this: why the fuck didn't Pietro just take Lockjaw? And apparently Lockjaw is refusing to leave Crystal's side until it's confirmed the Four will turn up. [12:00 AM] Umbramatic: pupper [12:00 AM] Wack'd: (Personally I think Bryne just really liked the image of Pietro running for a week but what do I know) [12:01 AM] Wack'd: And so with the confirmation given Lockjaw arrives and whisks everyone back to Attilan! Everyone except Frankie who still needs to train apparently before she can handle Inhuman stuff. [12:01 AM] Bocaj: Inhuman Quest not unlocked until Lvl 10 [12:01 AM] Wack'd: And Franklin, who's asleep. [12:02 AM] Wack'd: Johnny: Jeez, this place hasn't looked this bad since I--uh--y'know what never mind

[12:03 AM] maxwellelvis: "Rince ROU ried ro rurn rit rown!" [12:04 AM] Bocaj: Thanks Scoob [12:04 AM] Wack'd: You know, normally I'd complain that we've completely skipped the actual story and all the interesting stuff happened off panel, but. This is an Inhumans story. I don't think we missed much.

[12:05 AM] Bocaj: Wow everything really did happen off panel [12:05 AM] Bocaj: Hahah wow [12:05 AM] Wack'd: Not quite! [12:06 AM] Wack'd: Black Bolt is very sick and is using his lifeforce to keep all the Inhumans alive. Uh. Somehow. [12:06 AM] Bocaj: Probably tuning fork magic [12:06 AM] Wack'd: Fortunately it's the same pollution disease Crystal had forever ago which Reed couldn't cure, but now he can, and everything's fine. [12:06 AM] Wack'd: This all happens inside of two pages. [12:06 AM] Umbramatic: s'fine [12:07 AM] Wack'd: OH [12:07 AM] Wack'd: OKAY [12:07 AM] Wack'd: Did not know what happens next was a John Bryne plot point but I guess it is?? [12:07 AM] Wack'd: So Reed says the anecdote is only temporary, and Inhumans will continue to have problems because there is no place left on Earth that truly has clean air. [12:08 AM] Bocaj: Time to go to the MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON? [12:08 AM] Wack'd: No place left on Earth. [12:08 AM] Wack'd: Yep! We're doin this [12:10 AM] Wack'd: The same book that gave us the Clone Saga also gave us the idea that you can just move Attilan around, apparently! Wild

[12:10 AM] Wack'd: Thanks, What If #30 [12:11 AM] Bocaj: Cool of you to pose next to the moon, reed [12:12 AM] Bocaj: -google what if 30- Ah, a non what if story where the Eternals help the Inhumans move Attilan. No wonder they had to put it in with a spider story, otherwise nobody would have bought it [12:12 AM] Wack'd: You know, I wouldn't have called this issue good before this point, but it was one where the flaws were entirely technical.

[12:13 AM] Wack'd: A little too much to ask for, I guess [12:13 AM] Bocaj: God [12:13 AM] Wack'd: Don't free your slaves! They're stupid and will die without your noble guidance! [12:13 AM] Wack'd: Jesus. [12:14 AM] Bocaj: So, hey, Byrne. 'Buddy'? This pretty closely echoes actual real world racist rhetoric so maybe don't? [12:15 AM] Wack'd: So, uh, Attilan takes off. Black Bolt takes the time to carve a gravestone for Maximus in the Himalayas. [12:16 AM] Wack'd: SHIELD takes notice. This might be important later. Or it might not. Who knows. [12:19 AM] Bocaj: I don't think its too important to this story but the plot, such as it is, in the Avengers Annual 12 I'm currently on further fills in the holes for this enclave plot and also reveals that when the UN discovers the Inhumans on the Moon they're furious that the FF just. Did that. And didn't tell anyone. [12:19 AM] Wack'd: "I am sworn not to interfere! So, y'know, thanks for dropping a buncha slavers on my doorstep. I'm on a diet, you wanna leave behind a quart of ice cream while you're at it?"

[12:19 AM] Bocaj: Hah [12:19 AM] maxwellelvis: And Byrne takes Uatu back to the weird toddler proportions. [12:20 AM] maxwellelvis: That was a thing when he was on X-Men, too. [12:20 AM] Bocaj: I think I prefer the weird toddler proportions to when he has a man body and a baby head [12:20 AM] Bocaj: its. unpleasant [12:22 AM] Bocaj: Fun pointless trivia: Uatu already has neighbors [12:22 AM] Bocaj: Its going to later be retconned that the Kree and Skrull assholes that killed each other on the moon during the dark phoenix saga [12:22 AM] Bocaj: Didn't die [12:22 AM] Bocaj: And just kept fighting to the death for a year [12:22 AM] Bocaj: In the blue area [12:23 AM] Bocaj: I wonder which neighbors he prefers [12:23 AM] maxwellelvis: Uatu with more realistic proportions looks like Zontar [12:23 AM] Wack'd: And so, the story comes to a heartwarming end with Reed being a racist

[12:23 AM] Bocaj: Panel 1 quicksilver sure is a thing [12:23 AM] Bocaj: The fuck is wrong with his face [12:24 AM] maxwellelvis: John Byrne just really hates him, I think. [12:24 AM] Bocaj: (That applies to panel 1 quicksilver and also zontar uatu) [12:24 AM] Wack'd: And so in Inhumanville they say the Quicksilver's heart grew three sizes that day [12:25 AM] Bocaj: Until later when he took a level up in dickery and tried to expose his Normal Daughter to terrigenesis because he was upset she didn't have powers [12:25 AM] Bocaj: Writers just don't like Pietro [12:25 AM] Wack'd: I feel like I'm gonna have to pace myself on Bryne [12:26 AM] Bocaj: Would you say [12:26 AM] Bocaj: That you feel [12:26 AM] Bocaj: you might get [12:26 AM] Bocaj: Byrned out? [12:38 AM] Wack'd: Very possibly, yes!

#1982 #John Bryne #The Main Book

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sunflowercheol · 5 years

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Four’s a Party

pairing: Dong Sicheng x Female Reader

genre: fluff (tooth rotting fluff)

warnings: Dong Sicheng... that’s it... that’s the warning

word count: 1,726

(A/N: This relates back to Chenle’s ‘The Beginning of Forever’, but doesn’t need to be read before this or anything.. more of being lived in a different POV! And yes, I love Winwin... that’s it.. I died... please come back later, I might not be AS dead... who am I kidding, it’s WINWIN WE ARE TALKING ABOUT HERE! *le sobs* I hope you enjoy it!)

Holding your one-year old son on your lap, you wait for the signal to let him take the rings up to the couple. Sicheng holds the little pillow with the rings tied on top of it. “What was the signal again?” Sicheng leans over to you, eyes wandering everywhere to look for some type of sign. You shift your son a bit, “Literally, the priest will ask who has the rings, and then we let little man go up.”

“At least someone paid attention,” Hendery speaks from behind you two, making you chuckle. “Yeah, well. I was more surprised that Chenle was really getting married before most of the older members to pay attention to that detail.” Sicheng pouts, leaning back in his seat. Kun nudges Sicheng’s arm, “I hope you’re paying attention. They’re about to ask for the rings.”

You sit up, standing your son in front of you to fix his little suit. “May we have the rings?” The priest requests, causing Chenle and his betrothed to look towards you and your little family. You and Sicheng gently push your son in the direction towards the couple, Sicheng placing the pillow with the rings in his little chubby hands. He slowly waddles up to his uncle, everyone cooing at the little boy. The photographer takes pictures of your son making his way to the couple, the Californian sun lowering in the back and making the sky a perfect color.

“We made a cute baby, didn’t we?” Sicheng whispers in your ear. You smile softly, grabbing his hand. “I mean, have you seen yourself?” He turns away from you, lightly blushing, looking at your son who has reached Chenle. Chenle smiles big at your son, grabbing the rings before ruffling his hair and pointing back to the both of you. Your son runs back to you, everyone laughing at your son. Letting go of your hand, Sicheng grabs your son, placing him on his lap, as the couple recite their promises and place the ring on the other’s hand. You smile, remembering your wedding a couple of years ago, when the said couple were the ones who were your ring bearers.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the priest announces, cutting you off of your thoughts. Chenle moves forward to kiss his now wife, everyone standing up and cheering. They pull away, and face everyone, holding on to each other with big smiles on their faces. They walk down the aisle with Chenle acting a fool, and his wife laughing at him up until the end. The photographer follows them, ready to start a little photoshoot before heading to the reception. Everyone else leaves to the reception area, while the closest friends and relatives stay back.

“Bring mini Sicheng over here,” Chenle yells to Sicheng, his wife and him sitting on a bench by the lake. Your son sees Chenle making grabby hands at him, causing him to squirm out of Sicheng’s arms and to run full speed at Chenle who caught him before he fell to the ground.

“Be careful, buddy,” Sicheng yells out to him, both of you slowly walking to the couple and photographer. “We need another one soon,” Sicheng mentions quietly, playing with your fingers. “Oh, don’t worry. In 7 months, we’ll meet them.”

Sicheng stops walking, tugging your arm back. You stop and turn around, smiling as you meet his shocked face. “Are you serious?” he asks you, grabbing the attention of an older member. You grab his other hand placing both of his hands on your slightly growing tummy. “One hundred percent.”

He tears up and pulls you into a tight hug, chanting very lowly in your ear about how much he loves you. You pull away when you notice Yuta make his way towards you both. “Sicheng, we can’t say anything yet. It’s Chenle and his wife’s day, we can’t steal their spotlight.” Sicheng nods quickly and gives you a sweet peck.

“Everything okay?” Yuta asks, wrapping his arms around you both. “Yeah, we were just remembering when we got married,” Sicheng responds smoothly. “Oh, you mean the day I cried because I lost my soulmate to a brat?” Yuta asks motioning his head towards you.

“Well what can I say? I tend to get what I want,” you respond, playfully tugging on his manbun. All of you finally reach the couple, Sicheng grabbing mini him, not allowing you to hold him since he didn’t want you to strain yourself. After many group photos, you all head into the huge closed tent, waiting for the newlyweds to be introduced in to do their first dance. You and Sicheng lowly talk to each other, behind everyone else to give you both some privacy. The DJ loudly announces the newlyweds, and everyone cheers loudly, but no one came in through the entrance. The DJ awkwardly introduces them two more times, nothing happening both times.

Everyone grows confused, Doyoung taking the initiative to check out what happened with the couple. After a couple of seconds, the newlyweds enter, everyone cheering them on as they made their way to the center of the dance floor. A slow song starts playing, the two of them swaying in the middle of the dance floor. Sicheng shifts your son to his other arm, wrapping his free arm around your waist and curling it around your tummy. You smile, grabbing on to his hand as you watched the couple dancing in the center. You both fail to realize that Taeyong had noticed—both outside and inside—your weird actions, focusing on your slightly swelled tummy, emphasized by Sicheng’s hand pressing on it.

Everyone claps when the song ends, the couple heading to their seats with everyone else finding their seats as well. You sit down at the table with the older members, seeing the younger ones closer to Chenle’s table. Jaehyun goes to sit next to you, when Taeyong taps on his shoulder, asking if he minded sitting in the other chair. Jaehyun agrees, moving one seat over. You all sit down, your son in between you and Sicheng, and Yuta distracting Sicheng on his other side.

Taeyong clears his throat, grabbing your attention. “So, how far along are you?” You tilt your head a bit, confused as to how he knew. He smiles lightly, turning towards you, keeping his voice low. “I saw you and Sicheng outside and during the first dance. Now, how far along are you?” You play with the tablecloth. ��Two months. But we don’t want to say anything.” Taeyong raises an eyebrow at you. “Why?”

You shake your head, “I’m not going to take the attention away from Chenle and his wife! It’s their day, and they deserve to enjoy it!” He nods his head. “Ahhh, yeah I see what you mean. Congratulations then! Do take care of yourself, and let the rest know soon!” You laugh, nodding your head. “Of course, I will.” Your son tugs on your dress, grabbing your attention from Taeyong. “Ma, hungry.” You open your purse, pulling out little snacks you had packed earlier for whenever he was hungry. “Hanks,” you son thanks you, taking a snack out of your hand.

The party zooms by, all of you having fun and eating as much as you possibly could. Chenle and his wife went around, taking pictures with everyone and thanking them for coming to share this wonderful memory with them.

You and Sicheng walk back to the rental car, with your sleeping son in your arms. “I told you I could carry him,” Sicheng complains, placing his hand on your lower back. “Yeah, and I said I got him. You have been holding him the entire night. I want to hold my son before I get way too big to hold him.” He sighs, unlocking the car doors and holding the car door open for you to place your son in his car seat.

After buckling your son in, Sicheng closes the door, and the both of you get in the car. You take off your heels, putting on some sandals as he turns on the car. “Well, Chenle had a blast making fun of the older members,” you bring up, remembering how Chenle kept teasing all of the older members except Sicheng. “Yeah, well,” Sicheng starts as he backs out of the parking lot and then driving the short trip back to the hotel. “He is sort of the youngest, yet he managed to get married before them.”

You shrug, grabbing his hand that was messing with the phone charger. “I mean, it is a bit funny if you think about it.” He shakes his head, smiling softly. “Off to more important topics. When did you find out?” he vaguely asks you, playing with your fingers. “When I went to the doctor with little man for a checkup. To see if he was missing any shots. I sort of fainted?”

Sicheng squeezes your hand, “And you never told me?” You sigh, knowing he would react this way. “No, but I was with Taeyong. Well, he didn’t know either, but he did have suspicions when both little man and I came out of the doctor’s office with some crackers and juice.” He shakes his head, parking the car in the hotel parking lot.

He gets out of the car without saying anything, confusing you, but you still take off your seat belt to get out of the car. Your car door suddenly opens, Sicheng turning you, so your feet are hanging out of the car and pulling you to the edge of the seat. He leans down and places a light kiss on your tummy. “Hi little baby. This is your daddy. I can’t wait to hold you and love you even more.” He softly rubs your tummy, looking up at you with eyes full of adoration. “I promise to take care of you forever as well as our little family. Nothing will separate us. Not with all of this love I have for our family.”

You tear up, “And I promise to always love you and our family. To be there when the times are rough, but also when the times are good. Through thick and thin.” He intertwines his pinky with yours, bringing your connected hands up to place a kiss on them.

“Forever.”

#dong sicheng #wayv sicheng #nct 127 sicheng #nct u sicheng #wayv winwin #nct 127 winwin #nct u winwin #winwin scenarios #winwin imagines #winwin drabbles #dong sicheng scenarios #dong sicheng imagines #dong sicheng drabbles

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 5 years

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Boyfriend and Girlfriend Ch. 11

Title: Boyfriend and Girlfriend Ch. 11

Pairing: High School!Sam x High School!Reader AU

Word Count: 1391

Chapter Summary: While Sam goes on a quick grocery run, Dean and Y/N spend some time with an unexpected guess.

Chapter Warnings: Crack and Fluff :)

Disclaimer: Not my gif.

A/N: This is just a filler chapter in celebration of Easter. But I am still tagging @supernatural-jackles because she is the inspiration of this series! If it wasn’t for her Weekly Challenges, this wouldn’t have ever existed! Hope you like all the sweet fluff! Have a great Easter Sunday, whether you celebrate it or not. I’m personally excited for the sale on chocolate the next day! haha! Happy Reading! xx

Dean was working on his car while you were sitting in the driver’s seat messing with your phone. Sam had gone out on a quick run to the grocery store with Dean’s list of “needs.” Sam would have invited you to tag along with him, but with Dean’s precious Baby out of commission, Sam needed the extra space for the bags.

“Do you really think Sam will buy the chocolates and candy we listed?” You asked, setting your phone to camera mode. You could see Dean from the driver’s seat through the little sliver of space where the hood lifted from the car. The view sparked some inspiration, and although it wouldn’t compare to your actual camera, the quality of your camera phone would be good enough.

“I gave him the money, so he better,” Dean replied, focusing on whatever he was tending to.

You slumped a little more into the seat trying to obtain the perfect angle before snapping more than a few pictures. “He was pretty adamant about how we shouldn’t be eating so much junk food,” you added.

“Yeah, well, if he doesn’t I guess we’re just gonna have to kick his ass. You know, tag team against him.” You laughed at his words as you thought about it. What could you possibly do to the lanky giant? He could easily pin you down.

“Yeah, because I could really cause some damage,” you joked, taking more pictures.

You got out of the car in need of some new angles. Dean was looking really good in the photos and you felt the need to take more, the Photographer in you begging to be satisfied with obnoxious amounts of photos.

It wasn’t until Dean saw you in weird positions, standing on your toes, squatting, and other weird poses, in his peripherals that he realize you were taking photos of him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing? I told you I don’t like taking pictures,” he held up a greasy hand, blocking his face.

“Oh, c’mon Dean! Why not? You’re so pretty! Perfect for modeling!” You assured. “Look at the photos I took, and tell me you don’t think you look good.”

“Sweetheart. I know I look good. But this,” he motioned to his face, “is all off limits. This adorable, handsome, beautiful face is exclusive to me, and the lucky woman that gets to have me.”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, making sure he saw, and as a result, he threw his nasty oil rag at your face. “Dean! Ew!” you tossed it onto the ground. While Dean laughed at your dismay, you picked the rag out and flung it back, the rag somehow perfectly draping over his head. Now it was your turn to laugh.

“You little brat,” Dean chuckled, removing the soiled cloth and using it to wipe his hands, and you took another picture. “Hey!” He scolded.

“Dean! Dean!” A small voice shouted. You turned to see Jack running in your direction, his hair lying in through the air. He was wearing a pastel plaid collared shirt, blue denim shorts, one shoe with his other foot only covered in a sock, and carrying what looked like an Easter basket.

“Y/N!” He called your name, stopping in front of you. “Look at what I got! I got eggs!” He chirped excitedly. “They have candy inside them!” He beamed up at you. The kid was adorable that you couldn’t help yourself.

Click.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

“Wow, Jack! That’s so awesome!” You cooed, causing his smile to grow wider and his eyes to close with happiness.

Click. Click.

Dean shook his head at you, snickering as he approached the two of you, kneeling down to Jack’s height. “What you got there, bud?” Dean asked.

“Eggs! Mom took me Easter egg hunting! Can we eat them together?” Jack asked, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

Click… Click.

“Y/N, put the phone away,” Dean laughed. “You’ve got a serious addiction. Maybe Sammy can give you an intervention later.”

“I can’t help it. I like to capture the moment. Besides, Jack looks adorable!” You squealed, falling to your knees and bringing the kid into a big hug. Jack giggled, setting down his basket and wrapping his small arms around your neck. Jack was definitely a lover.

Click.

You looked over at Dean who was holding up his own phone. “You were right. Sometimes you gotta just capture the moment,” he teased.

“Can we eat some chocolate?” Jack pulled away, looking you in your eyes. He kept his arms resting on your shoulders, his fingers playing with your hair.

“What did your mom say before you came zooming over here?” Dean asked, gaining both your attention.

“She said I could share my candy with you,” Jack replied.

“And…?” Dean added.

Jack looked at Dean then to you, then back at Dean. As the two males made eye contact, you noticed Jack’s bottom lip jut out into a pout. You were quite interested in what exactly was going on.

“I can only have two pieces of candy,” his shoulder slumped.

The light bulb in your head lit up. Dean knew that Jack had his limits. It just proved how much they spent together and how much Dean knew about him. It was cute. Endearing even.

“C’mere kiddo,” Dean gestured him over to his side. Jack didn’t hesitate, going over to stand in front of Dean. “How about… I let you eat four pieces of candy, and we just won’t tell your mom?” He whispered.

You couldn’t help but laugh at how quick Jack’s face changed from disappointment to pure elation. “I promise I won’t tell my mom!” He shouted, practically jumping.

You, Dean, and Jack were inside of the trailer when Sam returned, bags under his arms. He took note of Jack and all the candy wrapper on the coffee table. All three of you looked up at him like you had all been caught doing something that you shouldn’t have been by an adult.

“Seriously?” Sam sighed.

“I like nougat!” Jack grinned. “Want some?”

“Uh, no thanks,” Sam forced a smile.

“Dean, can I have one more?” Jack asked with pleading eyes.

“Sorry bud. Just the four. Your mom would have my head if you went home on a sugar rush.” Jack pouted before turning to you, giving you his best puppy eyes. You were silent for a while, trying to keep your composure and not give in. He was too cute. “No, no, no.” Dean intervened, much to your relief. “That was the deal, remember? Now head on home. And go take a shower, you smell like muck monster,” Dean ordered, tickling the little guy and making him laugh.

All three of you walked Jack to the door, Sam helping him get his one shoe on. “Where’s the other shoe?” He asked, mostly to himself as he searched around.

“He only had one shoe when he came,” you told him. Sam made a caught-off-guard face, chuckling softly soon after, shaking his head.

“Okay, buddy. Don’t give your mom too much of a hard time, alright?” Sam smiled, earning one in return.

“I won’t. Bye!” He waved before running off at full sprint.

“Kelly is gonna kill you,” Sam muttered.

“The kid had four pieces of candy. That’s not enough for him to go all sugar Hulk,” Dean grumbled, going back into the house.

“Yeah, you would know—” Sam complained back under his breath.

Sam finally greeted you properly, wrapping his arms around your waist and giving you a sweet kiss on the lips. “You taste like chocolate,” he commented.

“Is that a good thing, or bad thing?” You smiled dreamily at him.

“Definitely a good thing,” Sam grinned, his eyes trailing down your face and landing on your lips. “I think I want another taste—”

“Y/N! He got the Peeps!” Dean shouted with joy!

“Really?!” You whipped around, running into the trailer, leaving Sam alone. Sam rolled his eyes, sighing in defeat. He had no idea how you and Dean could like the crappiest candies, and eat so much of it.

Sam shifted his gaze onto Reader who was currently reading this fan fiction, shrugging his shoulders and letting his arms fall hit against his sides. “Happy Easter,” he smiled before entering the house, joining his brother and girlfriend.

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This month I was invited to the movies more than I’m used to, as someone who goes to theaters only around 3 times a year. They were mostly pretty meh, but I need an excuse to post these figure photos to my blog, so here are my thoughts, AKA ranting movie reviews.

9/3/2019: Fast & Furious Presents Hobbs & Shaw

When there isn't a superhero movie, watch a Fast And Furious. 😋 Buddy action movies are usually funny and fun. I mean, I had a lot of fun with Tango And Cash when I was a kid, and I feel like I would’ve liked Lethal Weapon if I was old enough to watch it at the time it came out (before its slow motion felt out-dated). I usually always stay for the entire credits to savor the experience, but I so didn't care about this movie, that seeing the ushers waiting for us to leave, so they can start cleaning, made me too uncomfortable to stay longer. Even though there were 2 people behind me staying longer. I expected Hobbs & Shaw to be stupid and funny, but it was just "okay". Some funny parts, but jokes' pacing went too long half the time. And action scenes just didn't get my adrenaline going. Even though it was a lot of impressive stunts. And there were stupid scenarios and that dumbness should have been entertaining in and of itself. I now further appreciate the true "fun" of an MCU movie or good action movie (like John Wick). And I felt bad that the scientist saved the protagonists but then they didn't even feel bad that they couldn't save him. I get that they needed him gone, so he couldn't fix the machine, so Hobbs had to return home to get his brother's help, in addition to Samoa being off-grid. But it was really insensitive, while this movie was already lacking in having us care about the protagonists. Like I didn't feel it, during that plane scene when Hobbs bragged about everyone liking him. I only cared about the crazy action scenes, and even that was mediocre---Even though such crazy things happened, that it should have been awesome! But the pacing wasn't exciting. Or maybe it was the direction. I really expected and wanted cheesy zoom-in close-ups, like the shed gearing-up scene from Evil Dead 2 or those 1980′s Schwarzenegger action movies. Instead, we got lots of held zoom outs, especially during that insane chase scene on Samoa that was inherently super unrealistically crazy. Keeping the camera far back made even that scene taken too seriously instead of the fun it could have had. I expected cheese. I went into this movie gleefully anticipating the stupidest cheese. And it was sadly not as stupid as I would have liked.

9/10/2019: Ready Or Not

It was a good movie. It had good pacing and characters. It was effective in making me feel what it wanted at specific times. But I didn't have fun---afterwards. During the movie, was interesting, invested, and fun. But afterwards...I felt nihilistic and cynical. Because that’s where the movie left you at the end. You wanted to be able to kill people you care about, if ever needed. And that put me into a bad mood. Not an angry mood, but I didn't feel happy or even exhilarated. And maybe that pegs me as part of the problem, when people complain about movie studios changing all their scripts to have happy endings. But if I, a hikikomori and germaphobe, am going to go through the trouble of going out to the movie theaters, it better make me feel good enough to have been worth it. I like some angsty, tragic, and nihilistic movies or series endings. But not all the time. And certainly not when it reinforces my agoraphobia.

9/24/2019: Ad Astra

I liked the world-building, and I'm glad I said that out loud in the theater, because there turned out to be bunches of JPL hat wearing old people in the audience. Maybe JPL consultants?😍 Super cool old dudes. I made sure to hold the door for them when I left the theater. I also said that I was not emotionally invested in the character. Omg. They wanted you to care so much about his emotional struggles and be so convinced of all his repressed emotions boiling under his surface. But they didn't follow "show, don't tell". 😓 I get that his characterization was "shockingly emotionless", but y'know what would've driven that point? Contrasting vs a portrayal of that emotional childhood that the movie kept going on about! Maybe THEN the emotional stakes at the climax would've had actual payoff. And the emotional stakes they wanted you to feel were all delivered by cliche shorthand.😵 "Oh~He's distant from his wife!" You mean the background prop? Just another female character who only exists to worry and make the hero angst because she's apparently the only fill-in allowed for ALL the emotional bonds in his life. Ug. This again. And the daddy issues...Look. I know everyone---especially male protagonists apparently----has daddy issues, but you gotta show us why THIS character has daddy issues. You can't just lean on the collective subconscious pool of daddy issues through short-hands. Make me FEEL along WITH your protagonist why HE specifically has issues with his father. And don't tell me that the protagonist *explaining* his specific daddy issues is supposed to be an effective substitute for SHOWING and making me experience those issues along with him. I would've preferred a speculative documentary or slice of life story, just to show off all the extremely interesting and masterly subtle sci-fi world-building.

Omg This is the 3rd meh movie this month. Whereas summer had too many to watch in time.😩 I wanted to watch Shazam. It’s a miracle that I managed to see Avengers Endgame, AND Captain Marvel, AND Spiderman Far From Home in theaters. But I also wanted to see Shazam, John Wick 3, Yesterday, Hotel Mumbai, and maybe Detective Pikachu and The Dead Don’t Die. Auugh....Instead I watched these movies this month. x___x;

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Pokémon Black 2 Randomized Nuzlocke Run [Part 3]

With some interesting carnage leading us through it, the second badge has been earned. Better yet, we got a TM for a Special Poison move, so Caspet can now be a little more secure in her help.

Team as of the moment:

Stella (Poliwhirl)

Caspet (Gastly)

Okay then.

New routes please.

Hey me.

I have been invited to Pokestar Studios. It’s like Hollywood. Roxie’s dad ran off there to be a movie star. Roxie’s now running off there to talk him out of it. We’re going to run off there and have a terrible time with movies.

I don’t know why I remember the movie place. I think there was either some achievement or plot barrier there, and I hated the process but perfectionism insisted on trying again and... idk. Hopefully that distaste won’t be part of this run.

Can I please just be allowed to catch a third party member.

Is there any grass here. Please.

Stop dragging me to movies.

Stop dragging me to terrible movies.

Like there’s clearly some Emotions going on with Roxie’s father, but oh my gosh I do not play these games for becoming a movie star. ;-; Free me. ;-;

I have control of myself again, so I don’t know if I actually have to shoot a movie, but I feel like Roxie and her dad might require me to, and in any case, one won’t hurt too badly. I guess.

Wait, was it a medal thing? Is that why I made myself nuts over this?

Movie shot, script followed, yay, leaving.

Ahoy, plot!

Sequel Team Plasma is so very open about wanting to take over the world. How refreshing. They’ve gone from knights to pirates. Most excellent.

Pop Roxie is back to captaining, so it’s time to run off to Castelia and find another darn teammate.

And our first act of being in Castelia is a clown giving us a bicycle. Rocking.

A boat takes us to Liberty Garden. I think this is where Victini is if Victini is activated, but I’m not sure if that will be the case with this version. The important question is... does it also have other grass.

Fuckdamn it doesn’t.

Yay, entering random buildings in Castelia gave me an Exp. Share.

In keeping with me doing stupid things, I go to the Game Freak building and chat up some of the trainers who are not nearly as strong as they are post-game, thank goodness.

I really.

Really.

Would like.

More than two pokemon in my party.

I also finally gave in and talked to the medal guy in the Pokemon Center.

My achievement hunting tendencies are going to be the largest obstacle between me and any progress ever.

-whispers-

I want all of them.

Other conversations gave me an Eviolite, so that goes to Stella. ...Wait, no, Caspet. Uggggggh.

Burgh is missing from his Gym, which is fine, since I don’t think I’m ready for another round. I’m just walking around trying to check off whatever plot stuff I can that will let me catch something else.

Oh hey, I think talking to Iris opens up the sewers! I think that means I can catch something down there! !!!!

Pleeeeeease give me something.

Please, ominous guise of darkness.

Oh no.

Russell’s partnering with us, so. Uh. What’s the rule for this? I have to catch the first thing I see, but as long as I’m in a duo, I won’t be able to throw a ball very easily...

Fuuuuuuck.

Okay. We took out Panpour.

I have the ability to throw a ball, which means.

This is my catch option for the route.

Haaaa. And Russell’s Dewott is using Fury Cutter. Its damage will keep going up. I think I have two tries to catch it.

Yeehaw.

Try one is a bust.

Oh hey that’s neat! The Dewott used Razor Shell on Stella, because Stella has Water Absorb and had taken damage! That’s smarter than I expected from the partner AI.

And that means I can spare a turn or two trying to put Serperior to sleep. Since Stella still has Hypnosis.

Yo, it hit! And Dewott heals me again!

But. I need Serperior to be more damaged. I shouldn’t risk attacking. ...I’ll just keep throwing balls and wait for Dewott to hurt it a little more.

HECK YEAH WHO’S DA MAN.

Hot damn that was stressful.

Now I gotta give this girl a name.

Sylarana, wanna rock?

Also, now having Russell with me is a good thing, because this squad could use some levels.

What are you like, Syl?

She’s Careful and proud of her power.

Yeah, pride looks good on that sprite.

I don’t know what Serperior’s stats are with a neutral nature. That takes some stress off, since I’ll just go with the flow, but I prefer to know what I’m getting into, usually. Either way, Defense is stronger than Attack, and that’s just fine.

Female Nidoran are down here, too.

This is working out well enough. Yay for buddy healing. I almost don’t want it to ever end. It’s so convenient.

I shouldn’t do this forever, though. That would get boring fast.

My starter breathing. Also cool pirate outfits in Pokemon Go.

Mooks dispatched.

Gym Leader located!

Look at Burgh being all artsy with his tour of the sewers.

Huh, and Russell just hands us Strength. Because all our pals are true bros in this gen.

Then a dude with anime hair walks out of the hole in the wall.

YO NEW ROUTE.

‘ello there.

...I am possibly not going to be able to catch you due to lack of poke balls and you being remarkably stubborn.

Hey, there we go!

What to name you... what to name you... A magnificent sea serpent with a rainbow tail...

Nessy!

Without Russell healing us every fight, we can’t stick around. Back out of the sewers we go, to receive happy words from Iris. Well. Sort of happy words. She worries about Russell and tells us to challenge the Gym.

I, being a compliant sort, walk back into the sewers after healing.

Okay I guess it’s a cave. Sylarana out front, Nessy with Exp. Share while I contemplate what the heck this team does against a Bug Gym.

Ooooh, Forretress.

...

Is. is there anywhere I can go that can pave the way to me getting a Fire pokemon?

You know what, I don’t like things that blow themselves up at me. Guh, this is taking forever. I might need to buy a few Repels just so I can explore the cave properly... I believe there’s grass somewhere past the sewers, and if I could have a slightly more diverse team going into the next whatever, I’d like it.

Oh, and before I forget, Nessy!

She is Quirky and mischievous. She and Stella have half their personalities in common. Delightful. Marvel Scale is also a neat ability to have. Not one I can utilize properly because I’m a competitive failure, but still cool.

Neat, there’s Pidgeot down here.

Looks like there’s not much of the cave to explore at this point in the game. Ah well. Back to the sewers.

Hm. Would the desert north of Castelia be open to me yet? That could prove useful. Heck, is anywhere outside of this city open? I just need a little patch of grass somewhere new.

Bridge still being inspected.

A wild Bianca appears!

Dowsing Machine get!

Hello, this is new.

But there’s still spots of desert.

OH MY GOSH LOOK AT IT.

Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh.

Caught!

Your new name is Itsy, and you are much beloved!

Itsy is Modest and somewhat vain, and ouch that is not a nature I think I like for this little one, but adorableness beats everything, so we’re good.

Butterfree is also in the desert. Oooo Pawniard. Back to the sewers, though. Easier training fodder.

Grass located!

...And if I were a better trainer, I would go back and buy poke balls before exploring, but I have the impulse control of a toddler. Oh, and it’s dark grass vs. light grass...

Decision will be made by rapidly running between the two and seeing what triggers an encounter first.

Dark grass it is!

Aaaaaaaa fuck off.

I love Lapras so much. So so so so so so so so much. But I have two Water pokemon already, as well as an Ice one. I. can’t focus on catching the Lapras. It would be a bad idea.

You have never seen anyone so sad to encounter a Dratini during a Nuzlocke.

The wild Lapras fainted.

Oh fucking hell the Dratini knows Dragon Rage and both my pokemon are under 40 HP. Caspet’s turn on healing Caspet, Sylarana’s turn on getting her out of there.

Okay. Confused and slept.

Now I just. catch it. With four poke balls and two great balls left.

...Three poke balls, and guess who woke up.

Great ball. C’mon great ball.

..One great ball left.

Also if Dratini hurts itself in confusion one more time it is dead.

FORTUNE SMILES ON THE CRIMINALLY STUPID.

Now let’s run everyone back through the sewers and--

Did. did I really hit the no nickname option.

Ffs.

Okay, run back through the sewers, hit the Pokemon Center, and then name the critter. The Name Rater’s somewhere in the city, I think.

Heh. The guy in the alleyway still gives us Flash.

Congratulations, Puff! You are now eligible for activity!

Puff is Quiet and alert to sounds. An adorable addition to our squad. He’s going to be temporarily up front thanks to Dragon Rage. The Game Freak fights are once a day, and it’s been a day, so!

I believe in you, Puff!

Dragon Rage is so op this early. Dreamor agrees. But Puff’s ours, so that makes it okay.

Hm. I have six now. They could keep each other out of trouble.

There are so many areas in these sewers I can’t get to. Or maybe I can, it just involves more maze work than I’m expecting. ...Yeah, it’s looking like that side. Hey, a nurse guy! Yay for less walking up to the Pokemon Center.

Oh, and Poison... might be super effective against Bug? I think the whatsit thing he has is Bug/Grass, so that isn’t actually much of a confirmation. Eh, I’ll find out soon enough.

I’ve found a room full of Zweilous. That’s a safe grinding area, right? Itsy’s got Ice and everything. Vullaby and Dwebble are also here.

Heeeeeey, Caspet’s evolving!

And wants to learn another physical Ghost move.

Bye Lick.

Okay, Gym it is.

...Wow Burgh. Really went full Art on the place, huh? Did trainers complain that you were forcing them to walk through honey before letting them fight you?

Puff’s up first. I don’t have much type advantage here, so it’s just going to be hitting things until they break.

Burgh.

Hey Burgh.

This Gym is creepy.

The cocoons just suck you in and zoom you up. Only think Willy Wonka style.

Mooks have level 20s, so this should be a little uncomfortable for a few of the younger members, but Caspet, Stella, and Sylarana should be fine. For now, Puff’s still in front and Dragon Raging all the things.

And we’re going to the Pokemon Center after every fight, but hey. Baby steps in all things. Puff is on one of the slower exp tracks, so every little bit helps.

...Burgh. Buddy.

You want to talk?

This Gym feels like a cry for help.

In true shounen protagonist style, I will settle your troubled emotions through battle! Even if none of the dialogue will admit to how concerning the aesthetics of your chosen arena are!

Everything is hitting critical hits.

...Oh wait, I’m supposed to narrate these fights, aren’t I?

Uh. Swadloon down, Dwebble down, Leavanny left, Leavanny’s level 24. Caspet’s out to deal with it after Puff handled Swadloon and Nessy handled Dwebble.

Caspet one-shots it like a champ, and on we go.

Burgh, this trinket in no way makes me less concerned for you.

Still, though! Everyone’s alive, and we have a team full of six! Nice work, ladies and Puff. Five more badges to go! Let’s hope they go well!

#Pokemon #Nuzlocke Challenge

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nekoladyproductions · 6 years

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Pacific Rim 2: Uprising Thoughts and Feelings (Spoilers)

First thing off the bat: not nearly as good as the first film but I don't judge things based off of it's predecessors. I like to watch things as individual movies due to a number of reasons, one of them being so I don't overhype myself and end up hating a franchise because of one product not living up to par. Okay? Cool.

I want to get the cons out of the way first because that's the easy part. The look of the film is not nearly as impressive as the original, which is strange considering the previous film came out half a decade earlier. The colours don't pop as much and the camera work has lots left to be desired. There were strange zooms and pans that didn't work out for the movie and made some serious scenes not so serious due to the strange camera work. Most of the time, however, it wasn't interesting at all.

Not enough kaiju. Like. Three kaiju. And a mega kaiju. How dare.

Too many characters I don't care about. Like the nerd kid who died. I don't even remember his name outside of "Boob Job Kid" because his father is a plastic surgeon and the fact that people will proceed to call the movie racist because he was the only Indian recruit. 😐 (Sucks he died though because he was a cute character regardless, even though it was hella obvious he was going to be the one to go down because of how wimpy he was and some foreshadowing.) There's also Vik, a hard ass girl who's friendship works like brawling in Skyrim and who coincidentally looks like my ex girlfriend and has the same haircut. A bunch of others too idgaf. They should have stuck with Jake, Nate, Amara, Shao, Hermann, and Newt. Those were the ones who mattered, not the bajillions of other characters.

I do not judge a movie based on special effects, and here's why: it does not impede my overall enjoyment of a movie. I am a fan of old movies with practical effects, and most of the time, even though real materials were used, they look fake, and most of the time faker than CGI. I also watch almost exclusively animated films, which aren't realistic looking at all. Movies, especially ones that do not take place in our reality (Nightmare on Elm Street, Marvel, etc) cannot look like real life no matter what you do, so I find it tiring whenever someone complains about the graphics. I care about immersion with characters and writing. The visuals are only there to represent objects and creatures. I have never, and will never, judge a video game by it's graphics nor will I for a movie unless it is something along the lines of The Amazing Bulk, in which they didn't put any effort in at all. The CGI was not a problem for me, nor did it put me out of the film.

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Except for one occassion, when Newt was looking out onto the drones and the camera panned out. It looked very out of place and that was jarring for me, but that was the only instance of the visuals in the CGI department pulling me out. Everything else looked fine to me. Then again, I might be biased because I enjoy much more rough looking films. I don't like too much polish.

The pacing, however, was hot garbage. The action scenes were perfect but everything else was... Not. The kaiju didn't come in until much later. Normal scenes were either too long or too short, and all scenes that were meant to be emotional were much too fast, like with our two gay science buddies and the family getting crushed. Like, bro. With the timing and look of the scene it was borderline comedic.

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The characters are weaker here, I am not going to lie. Hermann, Shao and Amara are the only good guys with motivations that are easy to follow through without any confusion. Jake isn't a very good protagonist. A lot of his story is quite vague, and his past with Nate is fuzzy and possibly homoromantic if you "turn your head sideways and squint". Amara is a young girl of roughly 15 who labouralsy built her own mini Jaeger called "Scrapper", and became involved in the training program after being caught by the cops for building an unregistered Jaeger. She built the Jaeger because she had a hunch that the kaiju would come back. I mean, being 5 years old and watching your entire family getting stomped on by some macro scalie's wet dream would make anyone paranoid of another attack coming.

I'm gonna get this out of the way; the Jaegers were not used for normal civilian police work as I've seen at least one Tumblr user put it. That is ridiculous. The only logical way to stop a Jaeger is with a Jaeger. The one time saw the blue beauty bot come out to play is when Scrapper was found by the cops and tried to escape detainment. The drones were also being placed on military BASES around the world in case of another kaiju or more homemade Jaegers started popping up, not to flatten a robber or punt a rogue helicopter in Saudi Arabia.

Back to characters.

Gottleib isn't a fucking mechanic/chemist. Like, I get it. They needed someone who worked closely alongside Newt after he went corporate, but Hermann even said life science isn't really his schtick. He's many things, but that field of science was N-- ohhhhhh. Fuck. I forgot that they linked brains for a moment. Oh my god while typing this I just got smashed with a wave of fridge brilliance. Never mind.

Oh, but as I said, Hermann has motivation and is the only character outside of the main villain to be quite passionate in the movie. He was an absolute treat to see on screen, and was the true hero of the film. But that's a pro, not a con. Sorry.

There is one thing that truly upset me in the film and I am sure most of you know by now, but Mako died in a helicopter crash very early in the film before she was able to get more than a few lines of dialog. I get that they wanted a tragedy early on, but it was just so disrespectful to can one of the main characters from the previous film in such a gruesome fashion. Not to mention her message was more or less a MacGuffin to get the Gipsy Avenger to a secluded space to duke out with Obsidian Fury for that sweet, sweet tomato surprise.

The reason why the kaiju came to fuck shit up is dumb but also makes sense in a way. People have pointed out that Mt. Fuji is not the only place to get ahold of rare elements but the plan was to blow up the mountain and chain react with other volcanoes, so the logic lies that it is easier to go to a volcano that already has the minerals needed rather than meticulously searching for other places with these specific materials and then go somewhere. It wasn't specified what these materials were EXACTLY, so whether or not the monsters could have just kamakzied at Yellowstone is unknown, or rather kept intentionally vague so there wouldn't be even more plot holes added to the pile.

If you want to know what the hell I am talking about, the film explains that the Precursors sent the kaiju that teleported from the rim were all on their way to Mt. Fuiji to cause a huge volcanic domino effect, cover the earth in volcanic ash, and kill all life as we know it for the Precursors' gain, which is still largely unknown. Kaiju blood isn't just pretty, but it reacts violently with certain rare terrestrial elements and minerals. Mt. Fuji is the only place in the world that is not only an active volcano, but has such a high concentration of what the Precursors need that sending these large beasts on suicide missions will guarantee success on killing all life on the planet with as little hassle as possible. It's easier to go to a small grocery store with everything you need in one place versus going to a mall with a bunch of different stores spaced out with everything you need in different places and in different amounts.

Once again, kinda dumb, kinda generic, but it makes sense once you break it down.

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Some are saying that the movie sucks the military's dick, and yeah I can kinda see that but not really. I might be desensitized at this point due to the sheer amount of military cock-sucking Hollywood does but I am just not seeing it here. Independence Day and Michael Bay films are super obvious with their gross idolization of American armed forces. I don't think a single, real military branch was even mentioned in the film and the fighting was controlled by some military-esque figures, sure, but the movie featured two rascals growing up to being responsible in battle. Once again I just might be desensitized at this point so if anyone has any points they want to give they can elaborate in the notes. I'm genuinely interested.

Okay, now we're getting into some actual spoilers here.

Shao was set up to be the villain of the film. She is a woman who owns a weapons manufacturing company that created remote controlled Jaegers that are safer for use and easier to handle. With how things were going, the film led us to believe that her company was remote controlling other decommissioned Jaegers so that hers would get approved and she gets loads of money.

H O W E V E R

When Gipsy got a hold of the rogue Jaeger, Obsidion Fury, and peeled back the helmet, it wasn't a human or a computer. It was a kaiju brain. Oh dear.

You seemed to have noticed that I haven't really mentioned Newt very much in this little thoughts and analysis. As it turns out, he's the main villain in the film, and boy is he one hell of a bad guy. Whenever he drifted with the brain in the first movie, he got a connection. Then he shared it with Hermann, making it Hermann's first time... But not Newt. In a disturbing/funny scene in the movie, we get quite the shocker. Earlier he mentioned someone named Alice, whom we assumed to be his spouse.

It was that kaiju brain. He fell under control of it.

If you recall from the first film, kaiju work as a sort of hivemind that is connected through both our dimension and theirs. Whenever he connected with it, his brain was shortly apart of the hive. His brain couldn't handle the power of the brain alone. They took him, but slowly. He kept coming back for more and more, for a reason unknown--an urge, perhaps--until he eventually lost himself to the mind and became completely under their control. Possessed, if you will.

The reason why he sold out to Shao and went away from Hermann was to get private access to powerful robots that he can personally tamper without anyone noticing. He took brains harvested and studied on by PPD and implemented them into the robots in secret so that they can destroy the Jaegers owned by PPD and revive the portal into our own world. It wasn't him. It was the kaiju.

Pretty much no one was anticipating that. Some call it stupid, I was on the edge of my seat. Newt is my favourite character from the first film and I love me some villain angst so I was satisfied.

Okay, time for the pros. (Even though I cited some anyway)

The action kicked all kinds of ass. It was fast paced, yet you knew what was going on which is somewhat of a rarity in modern action films. No misuse of shaky cam, no editing tricks, no seizure-inducing jumpcuts that Nolan is infamous for, no 10 million missle follow-throughs like Bay (there was one though). It was fun, it was exciting, and the only colourful moments in the film. The camera work wasn't revolutionary, but it did serve its purpose and made the last/only kaiju battle something epic.

The acting is decent. I am not sure how old the child characters' actors are, but they were good for the roles they were in. Most child actors are quite shit--not gonna sugar coat it. That's actually one of the reasons why I'm avoiding IT and A Wrinkle in Time. John Boyega was of course charming and smooth, even if his character was quite shallow. Everyone knows that Hermann and Newt absolutely stole the whole show. Their acting was marvelous! Charlie Day does very well as a villain and I hope to see him in more antagonistic roles in the future. You believed him to be evil, but not quite there. You knew that he was there somewhere, but at the same time you believe that he means business.

Oh my god, that twist! At first, you think Newt is just kinda being douchey because he got so wrapped up in money but no. Oh no. All of the weird little things, the brushing off of Hermann but still wanting to be around him just later, inviting him to see his "wife". Having little glimmers of his past self but fading away. It all makes so much sense when the reveal is dropped. He said it in a way that he tried to come off nonchalant but his voice cracked and his eyes moistened. That's good ass acting, Charlie. Holy fuck. People underestimate you, and that's a shame. The movie wanted me to believe that he was being controlled by the enemy and I did. I fucking did.

He genuinely cares about Hermann, and confirmed by Charlie he has romantic feelings for him that are reflected by Hermann. During the confrontation he was trying to stop choking Hermann, and thankfully Shao came in and broke it up before he could do any further damage. Hermann stopping Shao from killing Newt because he knows he's still there, he saw it.

The photos on the desk, the yearning, the dialogue. Ten years away. They would have been together if it weren't for those accursed aliens.

The story itself wasn't too great until it got to the third act. Everything came together and everyone brought their all for it and it showed.

Dude the DeSiGnS. Those Jaegers were so sleek, dawg! Each one was really cool! My favourite was Scrapper. Everyone says that she's just BB8 but I say that she is a reference to old-school gundam where the younger members of a team would usually have the smaller bots. A lot of those characters tend to have faster moving mechs with much more evasive maneuvers and with a cuter design. I'm sure people are associating her with BB8 because both are cute and can roll. The kaiju weren't as cool looking with the exception of the Mega Kaiju that Newt stitched together with his machines.

Ohhhhhh, yes. There's a Mega Kaiju. If there were categories in this film, it would have surpassed Category 6. Fuck me man, probably Category 8 or 9! That fucker was HUGE! AND COOL! And scary. That thing took out three Jaegers and it had to take a Gipsy nose-diving from the stratosphere and hitting direct impact to kill it. The only way that Jake and Amara survived was Shao controlling Scrapper to smash-roll them into safety.

Oh yeah. Shao is a badass. Forgot to mentionnnnn.

The music, like with every film it seems, served its purpose to get us hyped when we needed to be and cry when we needed to. I've noticed that unless your score has a different genre (John Carpenter films,) has a catchy melody (Pirates of the Caribbean, anyone?) or has unique instrumentation (anything that graces Danny Elfman's fingertips) it tends to fade out into the generic. Orchestra is fine and dandy and all, but we don't keep flicking back to video game soundtracks because of its supposed grandeur. It gets stuck in our heads, keeps us coming back. Music ties us to our souls, man! And music ties a movie together.

Generic music makes a generic film. But at least it isn't shit, or barely there. Or so loud you can't hear dialogue, another problem most films have during big scenes.

In Conclusion

This film is not a masterpiece by any stretch of the imagination. Most sequels aren't. This is a stepping stone movie. What's that?

A stepping stone movie is a sequel that isn't that great used to setup a bigger, better movie. This is the Iron Man 2 of Pacific Rim.

To be frank, there's a lot of similarities to Iron Man 2 in this film. Military fuckupery, evil corporate masterminds, extremists, drones. Lots of it. Even though Iron Man 2 sucks, it was the tie into Iron Man 3, arguably one of the best Marvel movies in the MCU. They are called stepping stones because most of the resources needed for the better project are used for the finale movie, but you need something to tide over the audience/help go into the other film if the plot needs some explaining to do that can't be done in one movie/set up certain things and concepts that simply cannot be done in one movie lest you want a clusterfuck a la Batman v Superman.

It isn't the greatest film, but it is not a dumpster fire either. It all depends on perspective. If you want your fancy tickled if you like stuff like Tokusatsu and action movies, go for it. If you just want a fun time, go for it. If you want to see something Pacific Rim but not something crazy good, go for it. If you are a die-hard fan, however, you may want to avoid it if you want to see it as perfect as the original. There are PLENTY of problems with the film and I understand when fans express their displeasure, but please for the love of everything lovely, do not attack others who do like the film.

Don't call them names, don't stomp on their opinions, and don't accuse them of being this or that because of two unfortunate deaths in the film involving POC with one of them being a woman. There are lots of POC in the movie and yeah it sucks that two nonwhite people died, but just remember to not immediately assume that something or someone is racist due to this. The last thing I want is someone to feel guilty by being shamed on the internet for enjoying a harmless movie that had an Asian woman and an Indian boy die in it.

All in all, I give this movie 6.5 to a 7 out of 10. Not the best, not the worst. Could have been either.

#movie review #movies #pacific rim 2 #pacific rim 2 uprising #spoilers #pacrim 2 spoilers #lady's thoughts #i thought it was decent #guillermo del toro

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Grocery Store

Relationship: Tim Drake x Reader, Damian Wayne x sisterly!Reader

Summary: Tim lost Damian at the grocery store and you found him and now it seems like you two are best friends and he doesn’t wanna lose contact with you.

Key: Y/N= your name

“Y/N! Sweetie I need you to run to the store,” your mom shouted up the stairs.

“Yeah Mom, I’ll be right down!” You turned off your music and stampeded down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Here’s the list, remember the roast beef this time, and you can grab some ice cream if you have money left over,” your mom ran through her list then she slapped some money into your hand and sent you on your way to the grocery store.

As you left your car, you looked over the list for dinner and strolled into the store. You meandered though the fruits, grabbing bananas, on your way towards the meat section. You over heard two boys arguing over onions.

“Drake, Alfred wanted red onions,” the small boy stated pointedly.

“It literally says right here that he needs white onions,” the older boy pointed to the list, on his phone, in his hand, “so we’re getting white.”

“Well I like red.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask your opinion.” You chuckled and watched the smaller boy slapped ‘Drake’. “Ouch, you demon.” He was greeted with a tongue sticking out. “Real mature,” he said rolling his eyes.

While the exchange was humorous to you, you had to carry on shopping, your mom wouldn’t want to be waiting forever.

"Master Tim, I’m quite busy taking care of Master Bruce at the moment. Do you mind picking up Master Damian from school and grabbing the makings for dinner,” Alfred asked Tim over the phone.

Tim groaned silently, “Yeah Al, no problem. Just text me the list.”

Tim hated driving Damian home from school. He had to sit in the car and listen to Damian complain about how wrong his teachers were and how ignorant his peers were. It was the absolute worst.

Tim pulled up in front of the school. “Damian, get in.” Damian glared at Tim for a minute then slipped into the car.

“Where is Pennyworth?”

“He’s with Bruce, so you gotta deal with me and we have to go to the store.” Damian groaned. Tim just rolled his eyes and drove to the store, listening to Damian complain.

They walked in and began the search for ingredients. The boys started with vegetables.

“Okay, white onions...” Tim scanned the aisle and walked to the onions.

“Drake, Alfred wanted red onions.”

After a debate over what onion to get, Damian decided he no longer wanted to shop with Tim. So when Tim went to to pick up bread, Damian went to find where the ice cream was.

“Damian, put this in the cart,” Tim reached behind him to hand the bread to the boy, “Damian don’t be an ass.” Tim turned around and found the cart abandoned.

Tim sneered to himself, Good riddance. That was until he realized Alfred would kill him if he didn’t come back with Damian.

“Shit.”

You had grabbed the last thing on the list and did a quick self-checkout to find that you still had money left over. “Sweet! Thanks momma,” you cheered and skipped on over to the ice cream aisle. When you got there, you found the small boy from the veggie section looking over the ice cream selections.

“Hey there,” you waved. He glanced at you then back to the ice cream. “So, you more of an vanilla or a chocolate kinda person?”

He looked at you and quirked his head like a dog. “Mint chocolate.”

“Hey, that’s my favorite,” you squealed, “have you seen a container? I’m dying for some.”

“No, they seem to have run out,” the little boy snapped.

“It’s okay...um...” You stood there awkwardly, waiting for his name.

“I am Damian Wayne.,” he puffed his chest out proudly, “What’s your name?”

You were surprised to find this young Wayne wandering the store by himself, but you didn’t really question it. “I’m Y/N. You wanna see what else they got?”

He stood thoughtfully for a second then shrugged his shoulder, “Sure.”

You grabbed his hand and felt him stiffen. You gave him a smile and he loosened up. You steered your cart down the aisle, talking to Damian about the best ice cream flavors.

Losing hope that Damian was still even in the store, Tim zoomed up and down almost every single aisle in the store. He scanned them for the short devil and was coming up empty.

“Ugh,” he shouted at the couple of people in the aisle. “Sorry,” he blushed. He ran to the next aisle. When he got there, he heard Damian talking to someone the next one over. Bolting into the ice cream section, Tim saw his demonic brother with a very cute girl.

“Damian! Jeez, I’ve looked through the entire store for you. Come on, we have to get this stuff home to Alfred,” Tim complained. He grabbed at Damian’s shoulder, but he pulled back.

“If you were looking very intently, how could you take so long to find me,” Damian grinned.

“Because I didn’t want to,” Tim sneered, “come on.”

Tim turned to you. “Sorry for him, whatever offensive things he may have said.”

You glared at him, “He was a perfect gentleman, thank you very much.” You watched as he blushed.

“Y/N, this is, unfortunately, my somewhat sibling, Tim Drake,” Damian leaned in closer to you, “He’s idiotic.” You giggled at his comment.

“Well, Damian, it was a pleasure to be your ice cream buddy. Maybe we’ll find each other in the ice cream aisle again sometime?” You stuck out you hand for him to shake it.

He grabbed it and shook. Then he looked at Tim, “Drake, get out your phone.”

“Wha-what, why?”

“So you can get Y/N’s number, and I can stay in contact with her. She’s more tolerable than the entire Wayne household,” Damian rationalized.

You blushed. You didn’t realize how much he liked you and it was nice. “Sure, here,” you grabbed Tim’s phone and typed in your number, “Call me anytime Damian.” You ruffed his hair. Tim waited for him to chaste you, but nothing came. “Bye guys!”

You called your mom as you left the store, “Sorry it took so long mom, had to take care of a boy who was left alone. I’ll be home soon.”

Tim glared at Damian. “I can’t believe you.” Damian just looked at him with a smug little smirk on his lips. Tim snatched his collar, “Come on!”

Tim dragged Damian to the checkout then to his car, never taking his eye off the boy.

Tim’s phone seemed to be Damian’s, seeing how often he was on it with you. “Damian! I need my phone back, I have to call someone! Damian!” Tim stormed through the manor yelling for his phone. He finally found Damian in the library, but before he could yell at him he overheard the conversation.

“Y/N, why are you so interested in Drake? I told you he’s an imbecile and not very mannered.” Damian listened to your response. “Well, I guess he may have some good qualities, but they are usually masked by his stench.”

Tim scoffed and Damian heard. Tim didn’t bother waiting for him to stop talking, “Dude, hand me my phone. I have to make a call.”

“No Drake, you can see I’m on the phone!”

You heard some grunts on the other side of the line, ending with Damian yelling in the background. You assumed that Tim had won the fight over the phone. “Hey, Y/N, Damian says bye but don’t go yet. Just give me a minute.”

You listened to the sound of feet, guessing he was walking to a more private place to talk.

“Sorry, I was hoping to clear the air on how my brother portrays me so, maybe, we could go out sometime? I mean you’d get approval from the hardest Wayne.”

You busted out laughing, “You’ve got a lot of damage control to do.”

#tim drake x reader #tim drake imagine #tim drake #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne #red robin #robin #batfam imagine #batfam

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Fan fiction because I can’t help myself... pt 1

******Hey guys, so many of you know that I have recently been obsessed with Reylo from the new Star Wars TLJ and I can’t help it but I made a modern AU where they go to college. I’m looking to add it to archive your own but for now as I work out the kinks I decided to put it on here. This is my first fan fiction ever but whatever I’m excited*****

All she could see was fog. Gray masses of billowing clouds blocking out the sun, rolling over the hills like rivers on mountains. It was like she was flying over head like a bird, zooming so fast that she could hear the wind whoosh in her ear, but she wasn’t cold. That was one thing she knew for sure. She felt warm, as if she was basking in light.

Finally a break in the clouds, sunlight still a milky gray. Green. Darks and lights, trees filling the landscape. Grasses long and swaying in the wind. Ocean spray splashing up the cliffs, some hitting her face.

A bird chirping in the distance. Constantly in rhythm and non stop. Louder and louder the bird screeched making her ears hurt.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Rey sat up in bed hair standing at weird angles. Sleep crusted her eyes as she yawned wiping drool from her mouth.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Her alarm clock blared at her with an annoying vengeance. Rey whipped her hand out so fast it practically flew into the wall by itself. To her dismay, it still screamed at her. She stood up stretching and turned it off. Her eyes came to focus on the time.

8:00am.

Krrft. She was late for class.

She threw her hair into a messy bun. She pulled on a white tee shirt and her draped beige sweater with dark blue jeans and boots. Enough effort that no one would ask why she hadn’t showered. She darted across the full length mirror so she wouldn’t see the end result and be tempted to change.

Closing the door behind her quietly so she didn’t wake her roommate up, she briskly walked into the kitchen rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She rounded the corner and stopped when she saw him sitting on their breakfast bar stool. He was hunched over cereal, his chin propped up by one hand and absently shoveling milk and soggy flakes into his mouth with the other. His brown hair always a perfected messy with brown gold eyes to match, which currently were dark rimmed from lack of sleep.

Poe Dameron.

“Jesus Christ who keeps letting you in?” she asked packing her backpack with her laptop and homework from the night before, needing to move his bowl to collect it all.

He looked over and winked in his flirtatious way. His clothes from the day before were wrinkled from sleeping on the couch.

“Don’t pretend that you don’t love having me”

Rey rolled her eyes as she grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl. “You could at least chip in for food. Between you and Finn it’s like living with my six foster brothers all over again” She exclaimed making a mental note that she needed to get Finn to stop letting Poe in.

Rey had come to Uni to try to live out her dream to be an Art Designer. Since she was little she had always been gifted in any creative arts, constantly on the move for more outlets. When she was finally old enough she moved away from her foster family she came to school. Since she was the only freshman on campus with an apartment, her place had become the hot spot for students to come hang out, which as of late meant Poe.

Finn was a Law student who had some serious dreams of becoming an Actor. Although he went to school for his parents sake, he had taken on more classes in acting then Law hoping that taking enough would convince his family that it was an okay career change.

Finn had also been her new orientation buddy when they first arrived a couple months ago, and when Rey found out his girlfriend Rose didn’t have a place to go, she offered her other room to her. Although it was to help Finn and Rose, Rey needed any help she could get with bills, and was a benefit to them all.

Ever since, it was like having four roommates. Wherever Finn went so did Poe since they had been best friends for years, and well the rest was history. Rey didn’t mind having them all there even though she complained about it, it was nice to not be alone all the time. The grocery bill WAS piling up though.

“Remind me to kill Finn later. Tell Rose I will be back for dinner!” Rey called out as she ran to the door trying to throw her backpack on.

“Bye babe!” Poe called out

“I’m not your babe!” Rey yelled back slamming the door behind her.

She hopped on her bike leaning back letting her legs do the work as she balanced along without hands. She peeled back the banana devouring it down before class, Professor Snoke was not one you wanted to mess with.

She sped across campus already sweating. Although it was technically February, the Arizona heat stifled her. She hated the desert, and hated Arizona even more. If it wasn’t for her scholarship, she would have gone anywhere that had more green than just her salad plate.

Although her scholarship helped pay for school Rey had to work her butt off to make enough for rent and school bills. It was the price she had to pay to go to a good art school.

Sweat dropped down her back. Yeah, she hated Arizona even if it did have a great art school. And here she was trying to use the least amount of effort so she didn’t walk into class like an Olympic sized pool of sweat.

The campus, although in the desert was beautiful. This Uni had fountains, flowers and art pieces lining the walkways. Trees planted to shade students from the sun as they walked to class. The windows of most the buildings a colorful stain so that when the sun shined through, the school was under the shadow of millions of rainbows. This is the part she could live with, watching light.

She rolled up to her classes building locking her bike outside and throwing her banana peel away. She trotted up the steps colliding with a student whose books were stacked higher than his head. The books flew in every direction, notes scattering across the cement. The red headed kid fell backward with a grunt as Rey danced around trying to catch the papers from flying.

“I am so sorry! I had no idea you were coming out the door!” She yelled jumping to grab the last paper. She bent to pick up the nearest book to her when a pale hand swatted her away.

“Fuck off” She looked up to see Hux. He was another student at Uni that seemed to be disgruntled with anyone he came across. She and him has bumped food trays at the school’s diner once and ever since then he seemed especially spiteful of her. She didn’t know what he studied, but she knew he never left anywhere without a pile of books.

“Ex- excuse me?” She stared at him in disbelief.

“Do you know how much time it took to color coordinate these notes with the books! I have a final in a week! Now I am going to fail!” Hux screamed out.

She stared at him a moment longer as he gathered up his books. Screw it. She set the notes she gathered next to him and finished running up the steps to class.

If Hux is going to be an ass I don’t have to help him she thought to herself trying to settle the guilt rising in her stomach.

She came up to her classroom barreling through the door hard enough that it swung back smacking the wall with a loud bang. The lecture hall was large, seats slowly rising up so that it could fill 500 per class. Her class however only was about 50, scattered among the sea of dark blue fabric seats, but felt like 500 when all their eyes flashed to her.

Rey could feel her cheeks redden at the attention muttering out a soft sorry closing the door behind her. When she turned again her eyes snapped to Professor Snoke, a tall but fragile looking man. He was pale enough that his veins scattered his skin like bruises, his long face shadowed and gaut. He was intimidating in look as well as voice.

“Nice of you to join us Rey” His dark menacing voice reverberated around the auditorium. Rey felt herself shrink back, her blush deepening to an almost purple red.

“So-sorry S-Sir” She stammered as she skipped up a couple steps to sit in the fifth row of seats hoping it was far enough that Snoke’s eyes wouldn’t linger.

“By all means waste all of our time” Snoke said as his eyes slithered along with her movements. Once she sat down he continued with his lesson.

Rey settled in her seat bringing out her laptop to take notes shrinking farther in her seat so that her face was covered by the screen. If Snoke didn’t take attendance she wouldn’t even show up to this class. It was her Astronomy 101 class, a necessary general education class that this Uni required.

She loved the class, even if it did make you show up one night a week to look through the telescope to match up constellations with the work they were doing. She always had a fascination with the stars, always intrigued her that there could be so much out there besides where she lived.

Lost in thought she almost didn’t hear the clearing of a throat next to her. In her abrupt entrance she didn’t realize she had actually sat directly next to another student. She looked over to see a tall raven haired man. Must have been in his late twenties, lean muscles and long legs that touched the back of the chair in front of him. His hair was touching his shoulders and looked smooth and shined.

His eyes a soft brown that she could swim in for hours, his hair falling into his eyes enough that he ran a hand through it to move it out of the way. She watched fascinated as his muscles seemed to ripple from the movement. He wore a black cotton tee with dark jeans, simple but suited him well.

She hadn’t realized she was staring until he cleared his throat again. “What?” she asked coming out of a daze.

The raven haired man had a ghost of a smile at her response, “ I said quite an entrance” his voice running over her like silk. She shook her head, how was this guy having such an affect on her.

“ Classic me” her words dripping with sarcasm. The raven haired man’s smile grew to a smirk, something Rey couldn’t help but think was rare for him.

“I’ve noticed” He said turning back to the front of the class obviously a good student. She couldn’t help the warmth that spread through her chest at his words.

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