#One completely unsupervised idiot

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Family's House

Next episode of Alfie Solomons and his wife dayly life as idiots in love

Y/N knew how to keep a house. Or almost.

In any case, she knew how to manage on her own, cook, clean, do the laundry, but that didn't mean that she loved these activities, or that she did them perfectly well.

However, since she was married, it seemed important that she behaved like a good wife who took care of the household chores, so that her husband could rest when he came home from work.

And with his "work", Alfie needed a lot of rest.

Since he was not very trusting, he didn't like the idea of ​​letting a housekeeper hang around unsupervised at their house, but he had found the sister of one of his loyal employees who could come by three times a week to take care of the cleaning, laundry, dusting, checking the silverware, and other things that he didn't care about at all.

On top of that, he often insisted on cooking. Maybe he was afraid that his meals would be poisoned, or he had noticed that his wife's food were too salty or overcooked, but in any case, even if he was gifted, that also annoyed Mrs. Solomons a lot.

"I could do it !" Y/N insisted, who also didn't like coming home and finding herself in front of a frightened girl, who didn't know that her boss wasn't the type to punish someone because the forks were put away wrong.

"And when would you have time, love ? You're often with me at the bakery, to help me keep the accounts, check that everything has been done properly and stop me from killing everyone."

"I'm not there as often as you."

"And the employees regret it. I think they're plotting. Ollie's been making me walk a lot lately, he knows my back doesn't like it, and that you'll take my place if I'm bedridden. Little vermin. I heard about an election project."

"Stop, I'm serious."

"Me too, love. For the plot, and the fact that I don't care who cleaned the house, as long as it's cleaned."

Maybe he didn't care, but the Candem harpies did. Y/N wanted to convince herself that she didn't care about their opinions, but that wasn't entirely true.

She wanted to be a good wife, for everyone to know that Alfie Solomons had made the right choice in marrying her, and that they were very happy.

Of course, it was also good to have a cleaning lady. A sign of wealth. But she couldn't help it, she needed to feel useful, and to show that she cared for her husband. In her family, they took care of each other, even if it wasn't always in a conventional way.

Since he was an excellent husband, Aflie had noticed her nervousness. He had first thought that she was bored. That was partly why he gave her work at the bakery, but also because he trusted her, that she was very talented, and that he liked to be with her all the time.

Since that didn't seem to be enough, he made the mistake of asking Tommy for advice. Except that since he didn't consider Thomas to be the best at relationships, or at keeping secrets from his sister, he talked about horses.

"Why ? Are you planning to buy a horse ?"

"Well, you see dear Tommy, maybe. You guys like these devil's creatures, and I love my wife. I was thinking of getting a mare, I found a charming one, adorable, but a little crazy. Agitated. Oh, I know what you're going to say, she senses that I'm not comfortable, all that bullshit, but no, she's like that with everyone. How can I calm her down ?"

"If she's naturally like that, you won't be able to. But you can always try to talk to her nicely, stroke her head and blow on her nose." Tommy answered seriously, not understanding what they were talking about and really lovng horses.

"… Yeah, I'm not sure she'll appreciate it."

The moment he put his hand on her head and complimented her, Y/N stared at Alfie with a dark look, as if she had perfectly understood what he was doing and why. He was certain of it when she stood up, leaving the room after blowing on his nose.

"Damn witch." he mumbled, thinking he was completely under her spell.

With her problem not resolved, Y/N took the time to consider the situation while remaining calm. It was not necessary for her to do great things to be a good wife.

Cleaning his shirt after work, preparing a good meal from time to time, lighting a fire in the fireplace in winter by offering a pillow for his back and tea. Simple gestures, but very important.

It was the middle of the afternoon when she decided to do all this before Alfie returned. Nothing impossible.

But in the end, she burned the dinner, missing even a simple loaf of bread, she broke plates, one of which had belonged to Alfie's maternal grandparents, she almost set fire to the carpet, and her husband's favorite shirt fell into the mud, in the middle of the street, after Cyril barked cheerfully, making her jump as she wanted to hang it on the windowsill.

So Alfie found the house in this state, with his wife crying in the middle of the living room, her hair disheveled, full of flour, and her dress covered in soot.

"It reminds me of the war." was the only thing he could think to say, looking into the distance before approaching, his hand gently caressing her shoulder. "So, love, did you lose a battle ? What happened ?"

"… I wanted to please you."

"It's a success, I love seeing my wife sobbing."

"You're still not funny. I can't even make bread. I ruined your shirt, the carpet… I broke one of your plates. I'm a horrible wife, you're the one who should be crying."

He could have answered right away, but Alfie Solomons knew his wife well. She had many qualities, just as many reasons why he had fallen in love, and one of them was that Y/N was a stubborn woman.

Worst, she was a Shelby, so she was worse than a mule.

So he took a deep breath, forcing her to stand up so that she sat on his lap like a child, letting her finish crying and talking nonsense before speaking.

"Treacle. Listen to me carefully. First of all, I am a very funny man."

"Medium funny, and often without meaning to." she mumbled, her head nestled in his neck.

"True. In any case, I'm not a man who gets attached to stupid things like a shirt or a rug. I'll buy others. Same thing for the plate. I have lots of memories with my grandparents, I don't need a plate, I have lots of plates. I can go and break all the family's china."

"No."

"As you wish, love. For cooking, I admit that I would love to come home and enjoy a meal made by you with love. But if you don't like cooking, I love cooking, and I love watching you eat what I cooked for you. You don't know how to do it ? I can teach you. My bakery may be fake, but not my talent. My breads are the best in the country, my mother's recipe. Family secret. But we are married, so I can let you in on it."

"… You're really not angry ?" she asked shyly, feeling a little ridiculous, a feeling she didn't like at all.

"It would be very tempting to tell you that you deserve a punishment and to spank you, but no, treacle, I'm not angry. I appreciate that you wanted to do all this. You are a perfect woman, at least the perfect woman for me. I am fulfilled. And I don't tell Ollie and the others, but I also think that you do a better job than me at the bakery. Mutiny always lurks."

No doubt she got that from her family, the business sense and the ability to work perfectly. To compensate, Y/N was simply not good at being a housewife, and Alfie didn't give a damn.

He gladly kicked the clichés, the old ideas and the gossips of Candem who dared to criticize his wife or make fun of him because he rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen.

Why wouldn't it be normal for a man to take care of his wife ? A good husband had to recognize all the work done during the day, and in thanks, he could cook, massage the poor feet of his sweetheart, and make tender love to her in the marital bed.

And Y/N really had a lot of work with him and his company. No one could deny it.

Just having to put up with him was already a full-time job. He himself wasn't sure how she managed it, or why she loved an old fool like him.

"It's true that you're crazy, we're going to burn the house down !"

"No, love, we're going to make a brioche."

"Not if you keep holding my butt like that, instead of watching the oven !"

"My nose will know. While my eyes and hands can't resist the sight of my wife, kneading dough, wearing only my apron."

"I don't even remember how you convinced me to do this."

"A lot of charm and the promise of a heavenly tasting brioche."

"I'll eat it alone, after throwing you naked in the street."

"It wouldn't be the first time, treacle. If I promise to stop kneading your beautiful behind, will you let me taste our work with you ?"

"I'll think about it."

The brioche ended up burning, because despite his promises, and his shrewd nose, Alfie was particularly distracted when Y/N leaned over to grab a dish.

But it wasn't her fault, and since he didn't stop kissing her, she didn't have time to think that she would never be completely good at keeping house. It was already wonderful that she knew how to keep her husband on the right tracks.

[rando-with-a-face]

Mystery Debunkers Club Incorrect Quotes no one asked for

Quinn: On a scale from "damn Daniel" to "fre sha vaca do", how are you feeling?

Felix: In between "it's an avocado, thanks" and "how did you defeat Captain America", but as a solid answer I would say "I don't need a degree to be a clothing hanger". How about you, Ollie?

Ollie: Probably "road work ahead".

Dalton: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

MC: I'm kind of crushing on someone, but I'm worried about telling you who it is, because you're not going to like it

Dalton: Just rip the bandage off.

MC: It's [Other LI].

Dalton: Put the bandage back on.

MC: I told Dalton his ears flush when he lies.

Quinn: Why?

MC: Look.

MC: Hey Dalton! Do you love us?

Dalton, covering his ears: No.

Quinn:

Felix: We need a distraction

Ollie: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises

Quinn, whispering: My time has come.

Quinn: While we're gone, Felix, you're in charge.

Felix: Yes!!!

MC, whispering: Dalton, you're secretly in charge.

Dalton: Obviously.

MC: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Dalton: I wake up at 4:30 AM

MC:

MC: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

Quinn: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.

Felix: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.

Dalton: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?

Ollie: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day

Felix: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Quinn: Oh yeah? You're the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Felix: I'm leaving you, and I'M TAKING OLLIE WITH ME

Dalton, picking up the Monopoly board: I think we're gonna stop playing now.

MC: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.--

[Translation: I'M SORRY]

Dalton: What's that?

MC: Remorse code.

Dalton: I'm even angrier now.

Dalton: Three words. Say them and I'm yours.

MC: Three words.

Dalton:

Ollie: Do you take constructive criticism?

Dalton: I only take cash or credit.

Ollie: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

Dalton: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Quinn: Unapologetic. Hard to kill.

Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn.

Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns.

Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Felix: edible

Ollie, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Quinn, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Felix, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Dalton, trembling: What are we playing

MC: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I'm torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.

Dalton: Okay, but what is updog?

Ollie: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.

Felix: Not, that's a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.

Ollie: No, that's an update. You're thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.

Quinn: Surely, that's Uppsala, where's updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.

MC: That's Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.

Ollie: You're thinking of epsilon.

Updog is an upward-moving air current.

Quinn: No, that's an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.

Dalton: What's a henway??

MC: Oh, about five pounds.

Dalton: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Quinn: Wow, you could start with a

'good morning'.

Dalton: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Ollie: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It's terrible for the environment!

Felix: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly!

Felix: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Ollie: Wasn't Quinn with you?

Quinn: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Dalton: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Felix: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

Dalton: You're right.

Quinn: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

MC: Felix, I'm sad.

Felix: *Holds out arms for a hug* It's going to be okay.

MC: Quinn, I'm sad.

Quinn, nodding: mood.

Quinn: Dalton isn't answering his phone

MC: I'll call

Quinn: Felix and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Dalton: Hello?

Quinn: I think we're missing something.

Felix: Teamwork?

Ollie: Cohesion?

Dalton: A general sense of what we're doing?

MC: Am I in trouble?

Dalton: Take a guess.

MC: No?

Dalton: Take another guess.

Dalton: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Quinn: ... Your what?

Dalton: My friends.

Ollie: Is he saying "friends"?

Felix: I think he's being sarcastic.

Quinn: No, no, no, this is delirium, he's cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Dalton! All of your friends are in this room.

Dalton: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

MC: Favorite horror movie?

Ollie: It

Quinn: Saw

Felix: Annabelle

Dalton: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I'd be the only one who didn't know the lyrics.

Dalton: Bye MC. Bye Quinn.

Bye Ollie. Bye Felix. Bye MC.

Quinn: You said 'bye MC' twice.

Dalton: I like MC.

Dalton: Can I be frank with you guys?

Quinn: Sure, but I don't see how changing your name is gonna help.

Felix: Can I still be Felix?

Ollie: Shh, let Frank speak.

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Multiverse Madness Chapter Forty Three

Knife watched Dream run down the streets clanging the trashcan lids together, monsters chasing after him, including the ones that had been attacking him and Murder, and he was almost disappointed. He'd been enjoying the fighting, the combat overall refreshing, as much as Sheath disliked it. He could hear him whining in his mind, the most prominent thing he could hear in his mind, and the most difficult to ignore. Knife turned his attention back to Murder, looking at him as he held his injured right arm, red liquid seeping through the cut in his sleeve. His HP was fine, it wouldn't kill him, and so it was nothing Knife needed to worry about.

"dream's such a self-sacrificing idiot..." Murder muttered, moving to stand next to Knife as he watched the stampede behind Dream.

"takes one to know one, huh?" Knife smirked, receiving a sharp elbow to the arm.

"shut up. i don't know what's worse, the fact he left us completely unsupervised or the fact that he's being chased by a pack of rabid monsters." Murder mumbled, and Knife shrugged.

'i hope he'll be ok...'

'that makes one of us. you're the main one that gives a crap about him.' Knife retorted.

'that's because i don't only care about color and myself.' Sheath pointed out, pulling half of Knife's face into a frown.

'yeah well i'm not pathetic enough to care about just anyone.' Knife told him, the other side of his face frowning as well.

'you call it pathetic, i call it not being a heartless jerk.' Sheath sounded like he would be crossing his arms.

'to each their own.' Knife shrugged, half of his face smiling again as he looked over at Murder, seeing the transparent red smiley face hovering over his face.

It'd been there since Knife had seen him at Ccino's, and it'd been slowly fading over time. The LV still had it's claws in him, but it was seemingly getting more manageable based on how it'd slowly faded.

"so, you ready to find this other me?" Knife questioned, and Murder sighed, nodding a bit.

"yeah, let's just get this over with." Murder sighed, heading to another rooftop, and Knife followed after him.

As they ran along the rooftops, Knife looked around for any of the monsters, and there was none too close. Sheath was the one worried about Murder anyways, he was always the worried one.

'one of us has to worry, knife... i like him. he's nice, and he doesn't like you that much.' Sheath responded, and Knife smirked a bit.

'you still don't like me, huh?' Knife asked.

'no. i know how your mind works, knife. i know you don't care about who feels who deserves to die, you just know that once someone is stronger than someone else they can kill someone else. you think of everyone as a pawn in someone else's game.' Sheath still had half of Knife's face frowning.

'because we are. you were a pawn to them, and so was i, but i was the pawn they liked. the one they wanted. you're only around because color likes you and wants us to get along.' Knife told him, jumping to another rooftop.

'the same goes for you. neither of us trust you because you're not someone who can be trusted. you've only been out so much since you're the only one out of the two of us that likes fighting.' Sheath countered.

'you upset prisoners get yard time, sheath?' Knife teased.

'no, i'm upset that this is what you like doing the most with your time.' Sheath sighed.

'because it's what i'm made for. it's what they coded us into, sheath. they changed your no into a yes, and sure, our soul changing solved some things for you, but i'm still their walking talking knife, you're just the sheath that hides me.' Knife said as he and Murder jumped to another rooftop.

'until you're out and i wish you were back in.' Sheath mumbled.

'i could easily make you go to sleep, sheath. take a nice little nap. i'm not, though, since color wouldn't want me to do that, and you would tell him, which would cause what freedom i do have to be revoked.' Knife shrugged, jumping over an AC unit.

'typical, knife.' Sheath sighed again.

'typical sheath.' Knife countered, jumping to another rooftop, watching as a monster shot up at them, Murder shooting bones and firing blasters at it, but he wouldn't go in for the kill.

Knife sighed this time, grabbing his knife and lunging at it, finishing the job and turning it to dust.

He turned around to look at Murder, saying, "you need to go in for the kill, murder, otherwise you will be killed."

"dream doesn't want anyone to die, and on top of that, i can't kill again!" Murder retorted.

"these are wild animals, murder. they haven't been sane or conscious for a long time. guided purely by instinct and the need to kill." Knife told him, remembering a certain stage as he spoke, "look, i don't kill anymore either, i haven't in years, but this is one of those times when you need to."

"knife, if i start-" Murder started, but Knife cut him off.

"you don't think you'll be able to stop, i know." Knife rolled his eyelights.

'be nice.' Sheath chastised. 

'no.' Knife refused.

"you're gonna need to kill some of these things, though. dream doesn't have to know."

"if i do he'll know since i'll tell him." Murder glared.

"will you, though? he just needs to know you did some things to live." Knife told him.

"he doesn't like killing for one, and secondly, he would figure it out by sensing me." Murder pointed out.

"i wonder who dream values more, you or those things. sounds to me like he would rather you end up like blue than kill to survive." Knife mentioned, and he was quickly met with Murder holding a sharp bone to his throat.

"don't you dare bring him into this." Murder hissed, eyelights cyan and red with purple smoke trailing from his left eyelight.

Knife smirked, using his foot to sweep Murder's feet out from under him, grabbing Murder's left wrist with his left hand, his right hand and arm supporting Murder's back to keep him from hitting the rooftop. Murder glared up at him, trying to punch him with his right hand, but Killer moved his right hand to dig into the cut in his upper arm, making Murder grit his teeth in pain. He tried anyways, though, but Knife only let him fall to the concrete roof, pinning him down, his right hand holding down Murder's right wrist. Killer's left hand was grabbing Murder's left wrist, but he'd raised it to where the tip was at his throat.

"go ahead, murder. kill me if you want to. we both know you're all bark and no bite, unlike the hounds down there." Knife smirked, bringing it closer to his vertebrae, drawing some of his blood.

'knife, stop it! this is why you two never get along!!' Sheath snapped, but Knife only pulled half of his face into a smirk.

Murder was silent, glaring up at him, but he sighed, getting rid of the weapon. He still glared at him though, clearly pissed, but the expression only made Knife chuckle.

"that's what i thought~" Knife mused, getting up and pulling Murder up with him.

Murder yanked his wrists out of Knife's grasp, muttering something in another language, and while Knife didn't understand it, he laughed a bit anyways.

"you don't even know what i said." Murder pointed out.

"uh.... 'we'll ride the hopping llamas'?" Knife guessed.

"you're such an idiot." Murder grumbled.

"i know you are but what am i?" Knife smirked.

"i'm not dealing with this today." Murder sighed, and he started running across the rooftops again, Knife chuckling before following him.

'why can't you just leave him alone? or at least try getting along with him? you helped him at the supermarket-'

'no, you wouldn't shut up about helping him and bringing him to the panic room. sure, i like the guy, he's fun to play with, and i need him alive for him to be any fun. besides, he hates me, there's no way we could ever be friends, so why even try?' Knife asked.

'maybe, just maybe, you're the reason you don't get along and can't be friends. because you won't try and you only piss him off to amuse yourself.' Sheath suggested, and Knife rolled his eyelights.

'he's a hypocrite, sheath. that or he's deflecting his own self hatred for enjoying killing onto me. either way, he hates me, and he'll continue to hate me.' Knife told him.

'is that why you want him to kill? so that he'll be more likely to be friends with you?' Sheath questioned.

'maybe, maybe not. i'll probably think about that while i stay awake watching murder sleep later.' Knife responded.

Sheath sighed, mumbling something as Knife jumped over another gap.

Knife saw something up ahead, a large pool on top of a hotel, and he saw something inside of the water. The hotel itself had a tan floor, gold colored railings, and the pool had white tiles around it, a shadowed creature below the surface of the stars and night sky reflected in the water. Glowing red eyes were staring at them from the depths, and Knife looked between the eyes and Murder, realizing this was probably dangerous. Knife looked between the monster and Murder, then back at the monster, than Murder again, and he huffed. Right as the monstrous and feral Undyne lunged at Murder, Knife used blue magic on Murder's soul, pulling him back away from it.

The fish monster was covered in dark blue scales, it's eyes were glowing red, and it had long and matted red hair, sharp and jagged yellow teeth, the usual red-webbed fins. It also had a massive fin along it's back, on it's forearms, and the backs of it's thighs had them as well. It also had a tail, the fins going down it, and the end looked webbed. It was mainly wearing tattered and old wraps, enough to cover most of it's torso and lower area but not much else. It let out this feral screech as it flew through the air, a mix of Undyne's voice and something else, something feral.

"SSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!"

"oh crap!" Murder yelled, summoning bones and Gaster Blasters, firing them at it, his and Knife's themes starting and mixing into one. 

Some of the attacks hit it, and it let out a loud, angry shriek, swinging it's tail and slamming it into Murder's chest. He grunted, and Knife moved in with his own sharp bones, which were blocked by blue spears. Sure, Knife could always just use his knife and instantly finish it off, but where was the fun in that? Murder jumped up to avoid the tail again as Knife shot several sharp bones at it, aiming for it's joints and potential weak spots.

Murder was still holding back, not going in for the kill, but Knife knew he would eventually, it was just a matter of time. It either dodged their attacks or it got hit, but with how much HP it had, not dodging some attacks wouldn't do much but piss it off. It created more blue spears, firing them at Knife and Murder, making them have to weave around them, which was harder because of how erratic the attacks were. Knife grabbed it's tail, swinging it around in a few circles before throwing it at the main door from the hotel to the rooftop, the fish monster slamming into the wall.

It let out an enraged snarl, pulling itself out of the wreckage, a pipe lodged in it's left eye, blood exiting the metal tube. It pulled the pipe out, it's eye with it, and it snarled as the liquid exited from the hole where it's eyeball had once been. It lunged at Knife without warning, webbed hands pinning his arms down as he used his legs to push against it's chest, keeping held back as it's sharp yellow teeth tried biting his skull off as it's blood dripped onto his skull. It kept trying to reach it's head forward to bite them, only barely held back, and it's breath was also terrible, which Knife wasn't a fan of.

'oh god oh god oh god!' Sheath panicked, and Knife felt him retreat into their subconscious.

"ugh, coward!" Knife called him out loud, and apparently this thing thought he was talking to it.

"CCCCCOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRDDDDD?!?!?!"

"not you! don't be so conceited!" Knife snapped, pulling one of his feet back to land a sharp kick where the sun doesn't shine.

It let out a pained roar, stumbling back with it's tail tucked between it's legs, and Murder summoned several Gaster Blasters, firing them at it. It dodged some of them, but some of them also hit it, and it whipped it's tail at Murder again, and he ducked underneath it, and Knife summoned more sharp bones, firing them at the blue Loch Ness Monster. It let out another pained growl, glaring at Murder with it's remaining eye, slamming it's tail into Knife before it created several blue spears and fired them at the two of them, making them have to dodge the attacks while trying to land hits. It tackled Knife a second time, trying the same thing as before, firing spears at Murder as it tried to single out Knife to finish him off.

It got a bit too close for comfort, and while Knife thought about using blue magic, that made this too easy. He kicked it off again, sending it flying back, and it lunged at them once it got up, snarling as it went in for the kill again. It went for Murder this time, distracting Knife with blue spears, and Murder didn't have the strength Knife did to keep it back. The spears kept Knife occupied, and some were getting closer to hitting him than he'd intended.

Several of them were converging at him from all angles, and suddenly, they all stopped, freezing in the air before fizzling out of existence, his and Murder's mixed theme abruptly ending. Knife looked over at Murder and the fish monster in confusion and then in satisfaction, seeing Murder holding a sharp bone in his left hand, the weapon stabbing straight through where it's soul was, something even Determination couldn't keep it alive through. The monster had gone still, limbs shaking before it's body turned to dust, getting all over Murder's clothes. The skeleton was laying there panting, the bone falling from his hand as it trembled, his fingers falling open.

There we go... Knife smirked, going over to Murder as he sat up, looking at his hands and the dust with trembling eyelights and shaky breaths. The glowing red smiley face over Murder's face was more prominent than it was before, and Knife knew the LV was gonna be messing with him once again, if it'd even stopped since the last time. Knife crouched down behind him, his arms reaching forward to gently grab Murder's wrists, tilting his hands up to where Murder could see the amount of dust on them. Murder had finally done it, just like Knife had known he would. 

Knife rested his chin on Murder's shoulder, saying next to his skull, "there you go. that wasn't so hard now, was it?"

Murder's bones rattled, and Knife's smirk sharpened. Chara had done this to him too, and it'd helped him overtime, and he'd known that. They'd taught him everything he'd known, from being created on that patch of yellow flowers to when he'd killed them. They'd been friends, sure, but Knife hadn't needed them anymore, not when he was Determined enough to Reset.

"dr-dream's gonna-" Murder started to say, but Knife silenced him.

"shhhhh...." Knife whispered, moving his arms to hug Murder, one hand raised to press his pointer finger against Murder's mouth, "it'll be fine... you had to, it's ok..."

Murder bit his finger, shrugging him off and standing up, starting to pace on the rooftop. Knife remained crouched, looking down at his bleeding finger, his smirk turning into a smile as he looked back up at Murder.

"you had to kill it, murder. you showed mercy by fighting. it was too far gone." Knife attempted to ease him; Chara had done so much better when they'd helped him with his 'outbursts'.

"i could've just used blue magic on her-!" Murder started again, but Knife teleported over to him, pressing his injured finger against Murder's mouth again.

"it. it wasn't undyne, murder. you have to understand that. besides, i don't think you wanted to." Knife told him, "i think you wanted to kill it."

"i didn't." Murder denied, swatting his hand away, Knife's blood on his teeth.

"you did. i can see it on your face, murder, you liked it. you always have." Knife pointed out, "you have an lv of 30 after you killed insanity, you have so much of a capability to hurt without caring, and you don't care about who you kill, do you? no, you care about how dream will react. you don't give a damn who you kill, and you can't deny that."

". . . even if i don't care, dream will still be-" Murder began, but Knife cut him off.

"tsk tsk tsk. here we go again with dream. murder, you needed to kill it. if he can't accept that you need to kill or you'll be killed, then he's not your friend." Knife told him.

"oh, but you are?" Murder scoffed, turning away from him and looking back down at the dust next to the pool, "knife, we are not friends. i may tolerate you, but i don't like you, and i never will."

Murder started walking, and a shadowy figure appeared as Murder passed by a certain spot. It was another hallucination, great. It was Chara, completely black except for gray eyes, gray blush on their cheeks, and a gray mouth, along with a gray stripe across their chest.

'You've been busy...' They hummed.

'been a while since you've shown up.' Was Knife's response, and they huffed.

'Sure, act like you aren't happy to see me...' They rolled their eyes, and Knife started following Murder once he started running across the rooftops again.

'i know you're not real, and all you're gonna say is things i'm already thinking, so why should i listen?' Knife asked.

'Because i think a part of you feels bad about manipulating Murder.' They smiled, 'You're doing to him what happened to you.'

'i didn't turn out that bad, though. besides, what the real chara had done was helpful sometimes.' Knife responded, jumping over a rooftop.

'Didn't Color tell you that that was wrong? You've been in the Omega Timeline for years, and yet you still think that your friendship with me wasn't that bad. Haven't you learned anything?' They asked.

'i tried color's be friendly and hope it works way. it clearly didn't work. murder doesn't like me, he just said that. so, i'm going back to my roots until i can find out what makes him tick.' Knife replied.

'What's with the hyper fixation, hmm?' They questioned, and Knife leapt over another gap.

'because he's fun. he's trying so hard to be sane and sure, sheath wants that and him and murder usually get along because of it, but i want to get along with him too. murder's trying to be the good guy, even though he's schizophrenia wrapped up in an angsty package. besides, like i said, murder's fun, and he'll be even more fun once he stops holding back.' Knife explained.

'Murder's right to be worried about Dream, though. He won't be happy, and if he or anyone else, especially Color, finds out about this game you're playing with them, you'll probably get grounded again, not to mention kicked off the team.'

'dream can't be too upset at us for playing exterminator, not when it keeps us alive. besides, murder'll be fine. he'll probably thank me for helping him.'

'Whatever you wanna keep telling yourself, Sans.'

Knife summoned some sharp bones, firing them in the hallucination's direction, and they vanished. Murder turned around to look at him, seeming confused, but he shrugged it off with an eyeroll and he kept running. Knife and Murder ran mostly close together for a few minutes, Knife keeping up with him no matter how fast he tried to run, which he could tell probably irritated him. They both landed on a roof at the same time, and Knife's eye sockets widened as the surface cracked under their feet.

"أوه اللعنة-" Knife and Murder fell, Knife vaguely wondering if this is what Frisk and Chara experienced, and they hit the floor hard.

Knife grunted, slamming into the floor hard. The floor was concrete, and it seemed to be an abandoned building of some kind. Knife looked up at the ceiling, and he saw sharp bones around where the hole in the ceiling was. Smart.

"i'm glad you two could drop in." Knife looked up to see the other version of himself sitting on a large wood crate and smirking at them, legs crossed and a knife spinning in his left hand.

"killer." Murder spat, pulling himself up.

"well hello there, murder." Killer greeted bitterly, "got some more lv i see."

"you've seen how those things are out there. hell, that's probably why you're in here." Knife mentioned, and Killer smirked.

"nah, i've been all over. i just saw you two heading this way and figured it'd be a good spot for an ambush." Killer explained, "y'know... knife, right? you're missin' out."

"yeah, maybe, but i've got friends on the other side." Knife smiled.

"whatever you say." Killer shrugged, and he uncrossed his legs before pulling himself on top of the wooden crate, standing up.

Murder summoned Gaster Blasters and bones, and Knife summoned his sharp bones, not using his Gaster Blaster yet. Everything was quiet, and then...

Killer's knife turned glowing red, and he slashed it, a red streak shooting from the blade and towards them, Knife's theme starting, despite it belonging to Killer. Knife dodged it, jumping to the left, and Murder jumped to the right. The concrete exploded once the streak hit it, and Knife looked at Killer in fascination. He grinned, shooting the sharp bones at him one after the other, and he dodged as Killer returned the attacks.

Murder summoned and fired Gaster Blasters at Killer, only for him to dodge, sending several sharp bones through them before throwing his knife at Murder, something Knife didn't expect. Murder dodged it, the blade sinking deep into a wall behind him, only for it to vanish and appear back in Killer's hand. Knife lunged at Killer with his own knife, trying to land a hit, only for it to be blocked by Killer holding two knives. They continued to fight, blocking each other's blades, and Knife saw Murder summoning sharp bones and firing them at the two of them.

Knife got hit, and he turned to him, scolding, "hey! it's me you idiot!" while Killer laughed.

"i can't tell you two apart!!" Murder snapped.

"then stay out of this!" Knife told him, trying to stab Killer again.

Killer used blue magic on his soul, throwing him into Murder before leaping into the air, slashing his knife at them again. Knife tackled Murder out of the way of the attack, Murder pushing him away, and Knife sighed.

"we have to work together if we wanna beat him, murder!" Knife told him.

"hell no!" Murder glared.

"do you want to get killed?" Knife asked, pinning him to the floor.

"we're fighting here!!" Killer piped up.

"give us a minute!" Knife responded, and he looked down at Murder while Killer grumbled under his breath, "so, do you wanna get killed, or do you wanna work together?"

". . . damnit." Murder sighed, his skull falling back to his the floor.

Knife smirked, patting his head, almost receiving a punch if he hadn't blocked it, and he got up before lunging at Killer, who had been prepared for it. Murder teleported behind Killer, firing bones at him, but Killer teleported out of the way, Knife getting a sharp bone lodged in his right arm.

"this isn't working together!" Knife pointed out.

"shut up, knife!" Murder snapped, causing him to laugh before Murder tackled him out of the way of a knife materializing and shooting at his skull, "is that working together?"

"heh, yeah. you should pin me down more often." Knife smirked, and Murder slid him across the floor before he got up, flipping Knife off in the process.

Knife chuckled, pulling himself up before looking up at Killer with interest, watching a few knives appear in the air behind him, acting like a bone attack.

"how the hell are you doing that?!" Murder demanded, voicing Knife's curiosity.

"just a little trick i learned." Killer smirked.

"of course you won't explain it, why would you." Murder rolled his eyelights, and Killer chuckled, firing the knives at them.

Murder and Knife dodged them, staying out of each others' way this time before countering with their own attacks, Knife summoning his Gaster Blaster while Murder summoned his. They both fired, homing in on Killer, who teleported out of sight. The Gaster Blasters left large holes in the walls, so they were probably a poor choice given the things running rampant outside. Killer was out of sight, and Knife and Murder backed up into each other, backs pressed together as they made sure to leave Killer no blind spot to attack from.

"so, this has been fun. wanna get coffee after this?" Knife asked.

"why do you have to be so damn annoying?" Murder questioned.

"uh, rude, but also i was just being nice~" Knife said innocently.

"that's a load of crap, knife." Murder grumbled, and Knife snickered.

"and i get called mean..." Knife teased.

Murder elbowed him harshly in the back, making Knife smirk, and he saw a glowing red target above them. Killer was up there watching them, and once he realized he'd been seen, he slashed his knife at them again, Knife grabbing Murder's wrist before teleporting them both out of the way of the slash. Murder and Knife both fired bones at Killer, the skeleton dodging, and Knife tugged him down to the floor with blue magic. Murder took that as his cue to summon several Gaster Blasters, firing them at Killer, and they hit their mark.

"lucky hit." Killer smirked, covered in scorches, and he summoned his Gaster Blaster again, Knife summoning his to counter it.

The beams of raw magic hit each other, causing a massive explosion, and Killer lunged at them through the smoke, slashing his knife several times, the red streaks shooting at them. Knife and Murder teleported out of the way, Knife tackling Murder as knives sailed over them, teleporting them out of the way as they turned around and shot down at them. Murder brought up bones to block them while Knife summoned a wave of sharp bones and fired it at Killer, the skeleton teleporting out of the way. Murder and Knife dodged as Killer summoned his Gaster Blaster again, Killer then tackling Murder, trying to stab his knife into Murder's skull, and the dusty skeleton kicked him between the legs. Killer yelped, stumbling back a bit and clutching his pelvis, on his knees and holding himself up with his free hand.

Knife and Murder exchanged confused looks, both unsure as to what had happened, and Murder asked, "uh... what are you doing? we don't have anything down there, and my pelvis isn't a weak spot."

"maybe you don't." Killer hissed, glaring at him.

Realization hit, and Knife's eye sockets widened, "how do you-"

"came with the soul change! you mean you don't have anything down there?!" Killer questioned.

"want me to pull my shorts down and show ya?~" Knife asked, hands nearing the hem of his white shorts.

"no! no, we believe you!" Murder said quickly, pulling Knife's hands away from his shorts.

"i wasn't gonna actually do it." Knife lied.

"whatever you say." Murder rolled his eyelights, only for his eye sockets to widen as a loud whistle filled the area.

Knife looked past Murder to see Killer with a dog whistle raised to his mouth, blowing into it, and him and Murder both tensed up, summoning bones as the monsters lunged through the openings in the walls.

"have fun with the mutts." Killer smirked, still looking pained as he teleported out of sight.

"damnit!" Murder yelled as Killer's theme ended, starting over with Murder's theme mixed in, but they seemed a bit more harmonic this time.

The monsters were pouring through the walls, and Knife smiled as he grabbed his knife from his pocket again as he lunged at one of them, using it to kill the monster easily. He was also using his Gaster Blaster to kill multiple of them in one go, and his smile widened as he saw Murder killing them from the corner of his vision. Knife jumped forward, killing a monster as it attacked Murder from behind, and Murder summoned several Gaster Blasters, firing them at the monsters and killing some of them on the first hit, then more as his intent increased. Knife smiled in satisfaction, watching as Murder finally stopped holding back, and they started falling into a rhythm.

Knife and Murder killed the monsters closest to themselves while covering each others' backs, and halfway through the fight, the red smiley face in front of Murder's face was glowing. Sheath wouldn't be too happy about Murder finally cutting loose, but he wasn't happy about much of anything Knife did anyways. The fight continued for a few more minutes, a blur of explosions, bones, knife slashes, and snarls from the monster, both covered in scratches from the creatures, Knife's right arm broken from a monster biting it.

Knife watched in entertainment as Murder stabbed a sharp bone through the last monster's head, killing it. They were both covered in dust, as was the floor, with piles of it all over the place, and they were both panting. Murder had a wide, crazed grin on his face, clearly high from all of the power, and he fell to the floor with a giggle, making a snow angel in the dust. Knife laughed at the sight, flopping down and joining him, snickering as he looked over at him, his clothes practically gray from how much dust was on him.

"you... haha... you were right..." Murder panted, grinning up at the ceiling, "i did miss this..."

"thought so." Knife smirked, sitting up and sitting on his knees next to Murder.

"dream's gonna kill me..." Murder mumbled, before he grinned, "but i don't care! hahahahahaha!!!"

Murder broke out into a fit of giggles again, laughing uncontrollably, hugging his own ribcage as he ran out of air but he still kept laughing. Knife was extremely amused by how much Murder had lost it, and sure, they'd both killed a lot of those things, but this was the most out of it Knife had seen him. After what happened with Insanity, Murder had been fine, just slightly off with a few episodes, but this was... this was something else entirely, and Knife loved it. Murder coughed on some dust, sitting up, and Knife patted his back, helping him get it out.

"thanks." Murder thanked him between coughs, and he looked up at him.

"you're welcome. you never answered, though, you wanna get some coughee later?" Knife asked, and Murder burst out into another fit of laughter, leaning against Knife's side.

Knife wrapped an arm around him, smirking down at Murder in triumph, and he got an idea. He grabbed some dust from next to himself, and he tried molding it into a ball, but it was too powdery.

"damn." Knife muttered.

"what?" Murder asked, curious.

"can't make a dustball." Knife sighed.

"hmm..." Murder hummed, and Knife suddenly found his hood pulled over his skull, filled with the dusty powder all around them, and Murder was running away giggling.

Knife blinked for a moment, surprised, before he chuckled, getting up and taking his shoes off, filling them with dust before chasing after Murder, getting close and dumping the dust onto him. Murder yelped in surprise, taking off his slippers and filling them with dust, and they started chasing each other around. Knife would admit it, he could be childish, this was a known fact, and Murder was always so serious. He needed to cut lose, and now that he had, it was a sight to see. This continued until Murder ran out of stamina again, panting and dropping his slippers before he flopped down to lay on the floor, trying to catch his breath. Knife smiled, sitting next to him and looking down at him in satisfaction.

"oh damn, i think i forgot my meds this morning..." Murder mumbled, and Knife tilted his skull a little.

"why do ya say that?" Knife asked.

"because i'm seeing blue now instead of paps...." Murder replied, "and dream too..... dream's not dead, right?"

Knife looked up, seeing Dream and an Underswap Sans watching them through the hole in the roof, and Dream looked pissed.

"maybe he doesn't have to be dead... oh well. hey blue, what's up!!" Murder waved.

"you're uh... you're not hallucinating." Knife told him.

"i'm not?..." Murder asked, and Knife nodded, ". . . oh. so that's..."

"dream, yup." Knife finished, nodding again.

". . . oh." Murder said.

"KNIFE!!!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!?!?!" Dream demanded.

"i am so dead..." Knife chuckled, voice strained.

"yep..." Murder agreed, giggling a bit next to him.

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I know it’s hard to picture because I’m so cool and awesome all the time, but in my heart of hearts, I’m a corny goofball, and I think it would be so fucking fun to write a cliche “Lifeday Episode” holiday special for one of my fic-verses…  

Rabbit Heart era: Rael, the child, is drunk from helping himself to eggnog because he’s totally unsupervised while Dooku and Sifo-Dyas unsubtly fuck in the ‘fresher. Wow, they really learned a lot over the course of that fic, but it didn’t fix the fact that they’re complete idiots.

Milk Run/Sitting era: this is easier because the gang is such an established unit with their dynamics, Dooku, Jocasta, Sifo-Dyas, adult Rael, and teen Qui-Gon all hang out, they could have a nice classic party with intrigue, humor, and a touching sentimental moment where we remember the true meaning of Lifeday. Something-something mistletoe. Sadly, we’ll be stuffing poor Sifo-Dyas back in the friendzone, so there will be a lot of innuendo and longing looks, y’all know the drill. Don’t feel too bad for him, he’ll leave the party and text Arath at 1am for sex so nasty even I wouldn't write it.

Five Days/Twelve Months: Dooku and Sifo-Dyas don’t actually remember it’s Lifeday, but DO fall asleep on the couch at 6pm

Thunder world: Lifeday cancelled, everyone is dead and/or miserable 

[mychlapci]

[SETTING - Swerve's where two idiots very drunk and unsupervised]

PHARMA: I am definitely not still in love with Ratchet.

RODIMUS: Right! And I am TOTALLY and COMPLETELY over Drift no longer fucking me because he's with Ratchet. Like who cares if he has a smoking MILF right?

PHARMA: Exactly. Who cares if Ratchet has acquired a pretty desperate twink to fucknor be fucked by! I can find a twink!

RODIMUS: YEAH YOU CAN! AND I CAN FIND A MILF!

PHARMA: We can fuck other people!

RODIMUS: FUCK YEAH!

PHARMA: I could be a MILF! Look at how broad my chest is look at my hips! I am definitely a MILF!

RODIMUS: Definitely MILF worthy! And I am hot as hell look at my hips! Made to be grabbed! I AM DESIGNED TO BE FUCKED WHO WOULDN'T FUCK ME!

PHARMA: I'd fuck you. (Said very seriously while holding RODIMUS's shoulders and almost tipping out of the chair)

RODIMUS: Aww. I'd fuck you and call you Mommy if you wanted. WAIT! PERFECT IDEA!

PHARMA: huh? (Fistracted petting RODIMUS'S spoiler)

RODIMUS: LETS SHOW THEM HOW MUCH WE DON'T CAR EBY FUCKING EACH OTHER! WE'RE BOTH HOT AS HELL AND WE AREN'T GOING TO FIND ANYONE ELSE HOTTER THAN US!

PHARMA: That's perfect!

Proceed to start fucking on the regular while both definitely not wanting to crawl in the middle of the Dratchet sandwich and when confronted by protective amica or ex play it up accordingly. Pharma is down to piss Drift up as much as possible and talk about how sweet Rodimus is. Rodimus meanwhile can willingly talk about his sex life for hours to Ratchet who is grinding his teeth saying he's so happy for them.

Both snap of course.

Ratchet while he has Rodimus strung up in stirrups doing his monthly check up and getting all smooth and dirty talking about how Rodimus has to know about this or that sexual preference of Pharma's and describing the reactions to it in detail while running his hands over Rodimus's plating and finishing with fingers in his valve in the checkup getting him hot and heavy.

Drift meanwhile pinning and threatening Pharma in a hold that shoots him straight to scorousal. Just purring in his ears about how he can take him to pieces.

Pharma and Rodimus both limp to their shared room to bang out inappropriate boners with a newfound appreciation with Dratchet doing something similar.

Clearly it has to end in all of them fucking though, because now Rodimus and Pharma can not stop thinking about the others ex which they already heard about in explicit detail and Dratchet meanwhile had an adult conversation about wanting to fuck their own and their partners ex.

Pharma and Rodimus fucking each other bc they’re not over their exes, who are dating, is the funniest route you could have taken with this tbh. You know Pharma and Rodimus would never keep this secret, they would be physically incapable of not gloating about it. Everyone hears about the new odd couple, Rodimus and Pharma, and you’d have to be blind (or not have been at Swerve’s the night the two yelled how they’re going to fuck each other) to not know they’re trying to get Drift‘s and Ratchet’s attention. And they do. 

Rodimus showing up for his physical and very enthusiastically giving Ratchet a run-down of his sex life, until Ratchet snaps and suddenly the room gets hot. He examines Rodimus’ array, slowly joining the conversation, cutting into Rodimus’ long-winded speech with little oh’s, like oh, Pharma always liked to have his wings tugged on, until he’s the only one talking, rubbing the inside of Rodimus’ valve in a completely professional manner while talking about how to fuck Pharma properly. He doesn’t even let Rodimus overload, sending him on his way with his poor spike pressurizing against the inside of his panel and his valve leaking.

Pharma managing to find Drift around the ship just to tell him how lucky he is, to have had such a pretty thing like Rodimus bouncing on his spike for so long and then immediately managing to replace him with Ratchet. Until Drift decides a little sparring is in order, and he ends up tackling Pharma (in good faith, if anyone asks), playing the part of a protective amica and telling Pharma how he will shred him to pieces if he hurts Rodimus. His claws brush against Pharma’s neck tubing, his ventilations are hot against his body, and Drift is so threatening, it’s extremely fucking hot. 

Pharma and Rodimus fuck each other even more vigourously that night. Meanwhile Ratchet and Drift as talking about this weird thing that just happened today and how they think that Pharma and Rodimus are making a poor attempt at seducing them. Well… why not tease them about it for a while longer? Ratchet starts getting as close to Pharma as Pharma would like, Drift puts his whole spark into sparring with Rodimus, pressing up against him whenever he can… 

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When stranded on an uncharted underwater planet, alone and surrounded by hostile lifeforms, there are only two possible outcomes: adapt and survive, or die trying.

Spoilers: For the game Subnautica

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and violence. Mentions of drowning and suffocation. Referring to someone as 'it'. Mentions of dehumanization.

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David should’ve known it was a trap. 

The moment he was nearly killed by something bigger than anything he’d ever seen, something that’s not even alive, he knew it was going to happen all over again.

Because even though he might be too young to have seen it for himself, there’s no denying the evidence left behind of creatures that had once come to this ocean. Ones that thought everything in it was theirs for the taking. Who not only depleted resources and permanently modified the landscape, but trapped and killed leviathans.

David is old enough to remember the beginning of a truce between leviathans, and the few smaller predators that understood them even if they couldn’t reply back. It wasn’t much, mostly just an agreement guppies were off limits and there would be an equal divide of the food that remained. They didn’t go so far as to go out of their way to help raise and protect a species that’s still considered a competitor. 

Well, most of them just kept to the promise of ensuring no one went completely extinct. Certain leviathans took it a little more seriously than the others. Something David absolutely loathes considering his territory is constantly getting invaded by everything except other reapers wanting to challenge him. 

But it’s fine, it's not like he wants absolutely nothing to do with them. Just because he agrees not to kill any leviathan doesn’t mean him biting and thrashing them around with just enough care to not be fatal should be considered friendly. 

He hates how much he wants a ‘surprise visit’ right now. After having an encounter with an artificial fish that was so loud he effortlessly pinpointed its exact location. After having different species of fish, all looking like they swam too close to a thermal vent, just appear beside where he left what was obviously a weapon. 

After what should have been a metal coffin for a creature that doesn’t belong here just up and disappeared. 

David swam for hours trying to find it when he realized what happened. He almost second guessed himself, thinking he didn’t remember correctly. Went up and down the trench’s walls in case sand had shifted and sent the decoy, weapon, whatever it was tumbling deep into his territory. 

He couldn’t find it. It just disappeared. And that meant it was only a matter of time before David did too. 

The worst part is he has a feeling when it happened, that being when he found multiple peepers falling down into the trench in which he gratefully snatched them up and returned to patrolling his territory without investigating the top of the ridge. Like an absolute idiot. 

It’s too late to take back his mistakes. Whatever it is, the same monster from before or a completely different one, it knows how to deter reapers from attacking. If he gives it too much time, it’ll realize the same method can be used for all leviathans. Can even use it to draw them in. 

As much as he would back up in case things go south, he can’t afford to leave it completely unsupervised. Not when it could be planning anything. It doesn’t help the fact it came for its odd contraption after it certainly looked damaged beyond repair. It didn’t produce any light or sound when David was done with it, that’s for sure. 

That means he finds himself swimming in large circles a lot closer to the surface then he usually does in order to keep an eye out for the creature. Out of everything he knows, it had stayed up on the ridge for quite a while until David saw an opportunity to strike. He doesn’t know if it only came back to that spot due to the abomination it made being there, therefore he’s going to make rounds over the ridge as far as his territory spans. 

Even as he roars consistently, nothing out of place sends backs a soundwave. 

That is, until he hears something distinctly metal and much too high off the ground to be one of the unfamiliar items that have been on the seafloor ever since the creature's bigger abomination crashed into the ocean. 

With another roar to lock into its location, he swims as quickly as possible to try and catch it. Hears that annoying hum that proves the metal object has been rebuilt. Almost freezes in place when it suddenly gets quieter. Then silence. 

David roars again as he slows down. Makes out a few metal pings, but they’re all on the ground now. Nothing in open water. The worst part is when he finally reaches the place he knows he heard it, the same spot where he first attacked it, there’s several peepers falling down into the trench. 

No matter how much he knows this is a trap, the leviathan has no choice but to dive after them. And as soon as he eats them, his anger simmers down. It’s still there, and his suspicion only increases, but the need to attack the creature and whatever it built glides off his back like water. 

David growls in frustration as he dives deeper into the trench, not wanting to face the fact he’s being treated like some mindless stalker. Goes completely still when he suddenly hears the low hum again as it gets louder. And then a tiny shadow trails past him along the seafloor. 

Who does it think it is? 

There’s no want to swim up as fast as possible to grab the loud whatever it is in order to bang it against the ground until it’s nothing but pieces. But he does slowly follow after it, keeping an eye on the tiny thing zipping through the water close to the surface. Watches as it goes directly to the hunk of metal that has made his scales itch ever since it exploded. 

Suddenly, there’s a splash, and David is staring at a guppy of all things. 

...no, not a guppy. He hadn’t even noticed himself carefully swimming up as to not startle it, but David stops only a few feet underneath it for a better view. One that lets him say that, while the size is correct, it has too many fins to be a reaper or ghost, and not enough fins to be a dragon. It has hair, but it’s too bright, the color of blood kelp and just begging for predators to attack it. 

He never thought to ask what the creatures from before looked like. Had they been this miniscule? How could something that small ever stand against a leviathan? 

And what kind of scales are those? What is on its face? What is it carrying? 

David nearly calls for it to come back as it completely exits the water. He manages to keep his mouth shut, flicking his tail in annoyance it’s once against out of reach. Needs to remind himself it’s a threat. Most likely planning how to kill everything in this ocean right now, and that’s why it’s been trying to get onto the burning hunk of metal. 

Something David allowed to happen. Which means it’s his responsibility to stop it. 

...he will give it credit. There must be a lot of grit stored in such a miniscule body to go this deep into a reaper’s territory that’s attacked it already. It’d be cute how hard it’s worked to survive this long if he didn’t know its true intentions. 

Hopefully it isn’t smart enough to think David’s waiting for it to return.

[best-enemies]

the true Thoschei shipper experience: learning about binary star systems and immediately going “ah yes, these are the disasters from my blue box show”

Very well said, anon!

In fact I've been reading articles about it for over an hour. This one by Space.com covers is pretty well.

And I need to warn you: I went down a rabbit hole so this is a long looong post, no I am Not high despite what my arguments might suggest, no I don't have a lot of free time I am working from home unsupervised by my superiors and with free access to internet. Also, I had a lot of fun researching this.

Binary stars can be divided in categories based on their orbits. There are, for example, Wide Binaries and Close Binaries.

Close binaries, on the other hand, evolve nearby, able to transfer their mass from one to the other. The primaries of some close binaries consume the material from their companion, sometimes exerting a gravitational force strong enough to pull the smaller star in completely.

Ughhh so Thoschei coded.

But I have found something that's even MORE Thoschei coded.

At the end of that Space.com article there's a mention to a star called "Nemesis". You can read more about it on this Business Insider article, it was the easiest one to understand that I could find.

Basically it's a theory proposed in the 1980's by a physicist called Richard Muller from the University of California. He suggested that our Sun is a binary star.

And according to the scientists that give credence to this theory, if Nemesis was a real star, it might have been responsible for the mass extinctions that happened on Earth about 66 million years ago.

The thing is that scientists were, to this day, unable to find that star. The physicist who proposed this theory, Richard Muller, believes it is allocated 1.5 years from the Sun.

Now, a lot of scientists think that there's no evidence that Nemesis is real. In that article, Nasa claims it's a hypothesis and it has been disproven.

But let's move to the most heartwarming part of it:

My whole point with this post is, sure, that theory/hypothesis may be proven false, but I just think it's funny how similar Nemesis (even the name!!) can be to the Master.

In the beginning Nemesis orbited the Sun, just like Koschei (the Master) orbited Theta (the Doctor). Theta had always been different, always acted like he was special.

Then, they fell apart. And Nemesis, just like the Master, could've been responsible for the mass extinction that happened on Earth - the Master has been writing plans like this on his personal journal ever since the Doctor decided Earth was more interesting than him and humans were more fun to hang out with than with him.

(Although the last screenshot suggests that the star isn't actually responsible for the mass extinctions. So, Master, it's your chance to shine! As my professors have said, it has been done before, but not the way you do!)

I love that this scientist suggests that Nemesis should be called Companion, instead, because that's what the Master was supposed to be. That's what the Doctor wanted him to be. That's what they promised each other when they were young.

Fun fact that I completely forgot about while writing this post because I am an idiot: Gallifrey is in a binary star system. However, it seems like it has an artificial origin. So I don't know how to apply it to the post but we can apply it as a metaphor to them too because, I mean, how many fanfics of them running around the red fields under the twin suns have we read, right?

SO yeah I think I have gone too far with this and I just noticed it's actually been three hours but hey it's a friday night and I'm sick so!

[blue-phoria-archived]

Number 34. Probably.

Mortals have short memories, and things usually get twisted after a few generations if you leave them unsupervised. Narinder often has stints where he spends a century studying something and comes back to find his cult has gone in some weird direction. Blood rituals, sacrifices, cannibalism, the usual. It's no big deal.

So when he comes back after two, he's completely unprepared for them thinking he's married. (Eh.) To his siblings. (NO.) All of them. (WHY?!) And to make matters somehow more embarrassing, his cult has drawn images of his unions with them. Very private unions. (GOD NO!) A lot of images. (He will never live this down.) To double down on the awkwardness, his cultists have apparently become isolated enough that they don't know the full details about the other gods aside from their appearances and names. Meaning they think he's a girl. The only girl. And that he was on maternity leave. (The only option is to burn it all down.)

And he already processed the idiot who started this misunderstanding into the afterlife, so he couldn't even get them back and torture them for it. Awful.

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Hope you're well. Couldn't resist the memes for this one.

Little did Narinder know... It was Leshy that planted some of the false scripture and rumours to see where it would lead. The Lord of chaos couldn't resist such a prank

I bet they raised statues of these unions as well.

[lunarscaled]

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ARRANGED MARRIAGE

-> Lyric thinks that this is, by far, the stupidest stunt either of them have pulled to complete a job. Not that Lyric and Cassian had worked together much in the time between when Lyric met him for the first time when they were in the care of the circus and now, but since he got a tadpole lodged into his brain there had been a lot of questionable decisions. Namely: anything involving his imminent survival and voyage to Baldur's Gate, his flirtatious nature, and their constant needling of each other ( if you asked Lyric. ) But this was beyond even that!---breaking into a socialite party in the Upper City, while a potentially hilarious party crashing scenario, was not the risk they needed right now. They should be focused on seeking out the last of the tadpoles, the details of the Absolute, or finding more strength to face it. They should be preparing. Lyric says as much, their mouth a downward frown that doesn't seem to reach anyone ( and Karlach is enthralled by the idea, ever a joyous woman wanting to experience all she can in the last moments of her life. Astarion is all too prepared to tell her details about the sordid lies and dealings of criminals mingling with snobs, and Gale knows too much history and not enough social skills. Lyric knows they've lost the argument for a bit of fun before it even started, but still they persist. ) They know it's important to take their wins where they can get them, and that overindulging on pretty drinks and too tiny foods might be amusing for a time while they look for more information on city inner dealings, but Lyric can't stand the idea. They won't, even.

-> That's what they said. But who would be stupid enough to let all of them go unsupervised, into certain social death? Not Lyric, begrudgingly. Forging some kind of invitation or finding an excuse is easy enough for most of their posse, but Lyric is the only member lacking any kind of history to their name and social credit; Cassian, ever ready to find new ways to make them grind their teeth, presents an easy and idiotic solution: no one would question his betrothed at such a party as this. The risk would be too great! To dare question someone's love, for money or otherwise, in front of dozens of peers---even when the bridge of their nose pinches with an incoming headache, Shadowheart agrees ( though Lyric can't be sure she isn't just interested in seeing the suffering of Lyric in too stuffy clothing, for laughs. ) And that was how they ended up here: dressed in a ballgown colored like the evening sky, some knock off glass "diamonds" wrapped around their bare throat, their heavy fur-trim cloak brightened and colored with a bit of illusory magic to fit it in. Lyric's arms were wrapped around Cassian's elbow in the way they had seen other young debutants do with their partners all evening, and they try to keep an expression other than explicit discomfort every time someone comes a little too close or talks a little too long. The corners of their eyes pinch when they smile a little too hard, nails biting into Cassian's broad bicep when they catch him casing a woman whose jewelry hung a little loose on her exposed wrists like a temptation for snagging.

"Dear."

-> The nickname, sickly in their mouth, is a near hiss as the ruffled edges of their skirt brush against his side. They won't deny he's handsome dressed up with Astarion and Wyll's guidance, but looking nice won't make their feet hurt less.

"Don't even think about it. If you leave me alone to this pack of wolves for even a second I'll never let you hear the end of it."

[boozybellybabe]

Posted it on reddit but the post was soooo long i was hesitant about posting it here too. Since there's some demand, here it is:

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Pretty early in the day, I learned that my boss wouldn't be working on Friday. I was working on home and was guaranteed to be unsupervised so the gears in my brain were starting to turn. I started with one beer at 11:30am (i usually have it at 12 pm during coffee break) and kept working on some tasks I had while also posting a bit on reddit. I was feeling good so by 12pm I opened a second one.

By the time I was off work (3PM) I was 3 beers and a couple shots of vodka in, which had me feeling quite tipsy but also quite good. I had lunch really late at 4PM cause I got distracted, so you can see it was already affecting me. In any case I was really in the "it's Friday" mentality and knew that the plan for that day was getting drunk with my friend.

I think I've posted about my friend before, she's my age and we sometimes meet at one of our houses to basically drink, watch gossip videos, etc. Last weekend we did it and both got wasted enough that we had to help each other get home.

Anyway, I gave it a little rest after lunch but i felt myself getting a bit sleepy from the booze and the food, so of course the solution that came to my mind was coke+vodka. Mixed a drink and started sipping on it while chatting to people on reddit. I was really feeling it.

My friend and I were going to meet at 7pm, but she texted me saying she got caught up in something and would be there later, by 8pm. The only reasonable thing to do was to maintain the buzz until she arrived. I think I must have had 3-4 drinks before she got to my place, plus at least 3 shots of neat vodka and 4 beers. Plus, she's always late, and didn't show up until 9:30pm. By that time, I was seriously wasted. I actually got a bit nervous that I was getting too drunk and she might be mad or weirded out, so I was thinking of excuses and drinking more. Obviously all this was making me super horny, and I basically finished one whole drink in three gulps while touching myself thinking about how fucked up I was getting by myself.

So my friend arrived and the second I opened the door she could easily tell. I had a drink in my hand, I was slurring hard and I bet my face was red as a tomatoe. I was doing my best to stand still but I'm sure I was swaying just enough for it to be completely obvious. First thing she said was "what the fuck" with an incredulous smile and since I didn't manage to think of any excuses I just laughed like an idiot, told her I had started pregaming just before she had called me to postpone it and it had hit me. I hugged her and said sorry while laughing and she said it was ok. I'm not sure if it really was, I was a bit paranoid that she was mad at me.

So she was sober, and I was wasted, but our plan was still to drink. Plus, I didn't want her to feel like the party had started without her so obviously I pour both of us a drink, made her take a shot and we carried on as normal... except I wasn't normal. I basically drank everything she drank. I spilled a drink on my sofa (which now has a stain) and she kept telling me to tone it down cause I was speaking too loud. I couple times the neighbours knocked on the wall.

I started feeling nauseous but I didn't want to stop drinking or to admit that I was that drunk, so I just pretended to go to the bathroom as normal several times. I puked, which I'd be surprised if she didn't hear. By this time my memories are fuzzy as fuck. I remember looking at myself in the mirror after puking, next thing I'm on the sofa and suddenly wake up when she asks if I want to go to sleep, which I say no to. I insisted her to drink cause I really wanted her to be drunk, not for kink reasons but because I was feeling guilty that I was so drunk and she wasn't. Except I keep trying to drink with her. She tried to stop me a couple times.

Then I went to the bathroom again. Someone on reddit told me to make my signature pose by taking one pic with my foot on the sink. Tried to, it completely threw me off balance and I feel to the floor (i have a bad bruise from it now 😭). I don't know if she didn't hear it or if I passed immediately cause next thing she's waking me up on the bathroom floor. I think she was a bit annoyed. She helped me stand up with a lot of effort, cause I'm much taller than her. Plus, i was clingy as fuck, hugging her and saying I was sorry.

She was actually pretty drunk too, and it wasn't easy for her to carry my drunk tall ass to bed. I think we feel down a few times, and then I had to puke again. The rest I don't remember, but she told me the next day that she literally had to drag me to bed, and that I took 10 minutes trying to get on bed from the floor right next to it. She said that's the drunkest she's ever seen me, and she threw it in my face that I didn't wait for her to drink and she had to take care of me. I promised not to do it again. I'm not sure I'll keep that promise, or I'll have to think of other ways.

Oh, apparently at some point I also was very insistent that we went out, tried to go to my room to get dressed but fell down halfway and started rolling and giggling on the floor. I don't remember that.

im meeting a friend in a while but since its friday an my boss wasnt at work today ive been drinking for basically 9 hours ive had a lot of beer and many shots of vodka, my friend doesnt expect me to be this drunk and ive no idea what her reaction will be when she sees im wasted

[thegreatestsandwich]

"Words cannot describe the pure rage that your presence instills in me," Wednesday said with a dangerous air of calm surrounding their voice, their gaze trained right onto you.

The reader gave her a confused look. "Is this a confession?"

I think this is something she would totally say to the reader

I’m cursing your name (Wednesday Addams x reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

Word count: 568 words

Summary: You were just so clueless that the others began wondering how in the hell you managed to stay alive for so long

Warning: FLUFF and the reader being a completly sweetheart that must be protected and loved by all of us because they're just so clueless that if they left you unsupervised you might fall into a pit and die

A/N: I love writting for her

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

The first thing the other students think of you is that how in the hell you managed to stay alive and completely unharmed all your life. You were a magnet for disasters, it didn’t matter how big or small they were, you were a magnet.

You set fired to your literature project. Don’t ask how.

You accidently burned the tools miss Thornhill had lend you for your class. Don’t ask how.

You managed to lose all of your shoes in a Friday night. Don’t ask how.

Jesus, you managed to get lost on the Poe Cup Race…And you weren’t even competing! You just got lost.

You would think your special hability was fire…well, it was not, the curious part was that it was far beyond that. And the students began taking pity against your unlucky life. Some of them even going as far as to baby you into safety. You didn’t care to be honest, you were so oblivious to everything that most of the things that happened you just took it with a confuse smile.

Well, there was one student that was getting frustrated and annoyed with you. Wednesday Addams had the unlucky luck to be partnered with you for a project and she couldn’t stand the fact that you were a version of Enid…just with the unlucky level maximized to 200%

She walked into the cafeteria, completely annoyed and angry at how the progress she had made with you was now gone, puffed into existence and you only wanted to see it! She was going to kill you and no one could prevented.

She found you eating a plate of ramen, completely unaware of her deadly stare or the knife on her hand. “You.” She whispered and everybody stopped, watching her with fear but not you, you were still eating.

Wednesday pushed your food out of your way, you frowned in sadness. “Hey, I was eating that.” You pouted.

"You are the worst human being on this planet, I have no idea how you manage to survive, you ar pathetic, worthless and idiotic.” She paused, putting her knife harshly on the table, everyone winced but you, you stared at her with a smile. “Words cannot describe the pure rage that your presence instills in me," Wednesday said with a dangerous air of calm surrounding their voice, their gaze trained right onto you.

“Uh…Wednesday, you might want to tone it down.” Enid tried to calm her but Wednesday threw a murderous look at her. “Yeah…continue, ignore I said anything.”

The reader gave her a confused look at the knife and then on Wednesday. "Is this a confession?" You asked, your head tilting to the side.

Wednesday stared at you, were you that dumb?

“Because it kinda sounded like one.” You touched the knife, wincing when you cut your finger with the blade. “Wow, sharpy, but yeah, sure.” You stood up, putting your hands on her shoulders. Wednesday was confused, what was happening? She was threatening you, wasn’t she? “There’s this movie I want to see on Friday! We should totally go! Don’t worry I’ll get the passes! This is going to be so awesome!”

You grabbed your backpack and left the cafeteria with a huge smile.

Wednesday stayed there, glued on the spot, her face frowning in confusion.

“Wednesday, I think,” Enid began, watching the door where you disappeared. “I think you just got yourself a date?”

[targaryenmarvel]

Fallin’ All In You (Part 1) - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You’ve known Wanda Maximoff since you were children. She was the shy and exceptionally beautiful twin sister of your best friend, Pietro. For the most part, you two never interacted, but that changes when against your better judgment, you begin to develop feelings for the girl. 

Warnings: Only cursing for now

Note: Hey, guys! First of all, thank you all for your support; whether it's reblogs or likes, it means a lot. Here is part one of my series, which will probably have four to five chapters. I hope you guys like it!

Word count: 4,341

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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You loved Pietro Maximoff; after all, he was your best friend. The young boy was the first person you ran to with your issues, and he took it upon himself to brighten even the rainiest days. There was no doubt in your mind that he would quite literally jump off a cliff after you. However, it wasn’t his supportive nature that had united the two of you; your chaotic energy had drawn you to each other that fateful day at the park. Even at the age of five, Pietro was a complete flirt, and that afternoon there was no one else he would like to impress other than the courageous girl who had defended his sister from the park bully. 

Pietro had confidently appeared before you, intending to impress you with his tree-climbing skills. But, of course, there was no way you were letting a boy do something better than you, so you challenged him to a tree-climbing contest. It’s safe to say that no one won since it ended with both of you weeping at the bottom of the tree. Pietro had sprained his ankle as he landed wrong, and you with a bloody mouth since you fell face-first on his elbow. It was the first of many injuries the two of you suffered together, eventually leading your parents to conclude that you could not be left unsupervised during your early years of friendship.

The two of you were more than thrilled when you realized that you not only lived close to each other but also attended the same elementary school. It was much to the teachers’ dismay; dealing with one over-energetic child was job enough, but two? A complete disaster. Perhaps one of the most scandalous incidents was when you and Pietro had heard one of the high schoolers saying “fuck” to each other and decided it was a fun word. The school staff and parents were not too pleased when you taught the word to the other kids in your first-grade class. 

There was one challenge you ever encountered while being best friends with Pietro, and that was Wanda, his twin sister. Despite your close relationship with Pietro, the two of you seldom talked. When you visited the Maximoff household, the girl made sure to be locked away in her room; when you were together in the same space, she avoided looking at you as if the mere sight of you would scorch her eyes away. It seemed Wanda was adamant about only addressing you when inevitable. Regardless of Wanda’s dismissing attitude, you liked her and wondered if you had in any way prompted her behavior. Perhaps she believed your adventurous nature to be a bad influence on Pietro. 

One day, the curiosity became too much, so you asked him if his sister didn’t like you. 

He had only grinned like an idiot and said, “Of course she likes you. She’s just shy, especially with you, since you’re like her prince in shining armor, except the girl version.”

“Oh,” your face scrunched in confusion, not understanding what he meant. The whole thing was soon left behind, too complicated for your brain to comprehend. 

It wasn’t until years later that your friendship endured its most significant conflict. The twin’s father was temporarily transferred across the county for his job. It wasn’t the first time he was away, but it would be a minimum of a year this time—a too-long period to be away from his family. So, with a heavy heart, you departed from your best friend as he left to live across the country. 

Your eyes burned, and you clenched your jaw, feeling the burning lump in your throat as you suppressed the urge to sob. You had been a wailing mess since Pietro had told you the news, but you refused to let your friend see you in that state. “I can’t believe you are leaving me just before we start our freshman year,” your voice cracked with emotion as you desperately clutched onto him.

“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry” He rubbed your back soothingly, holding in his tears before adding, “I promise to call you every day, okay.”

“You better, or else I’m coming after you, Maximoff, and it won’t be a happy reunion,” you threatened with a sniffle before releasing him and glancing behind him.

Wanda stood awkwardly behind you two, feeling as if she was intruding on your intimate moment. Though part of her wished to receive the same treatment as her brother, her shyness would never allow her to interact with you how she wanted. She could only wait for her brother to join her side. 

You noticed that none of Wanda's friends had come to wish her farewell. You assumed they had said their goodbyes beforehand, and besides, you were only there because the Maximoffs considered you family. Still, it didn’t stop you from feeling bad for her. You tilted your head thoughtfully; there was no way in hell you were sending her off like that. 

Then, in a moment of bravery, you flung yourself towards her and embraced her with force, causing her to stumble back in shock as you mumbled, "Bye, Wanda."

It took a moment for Wanda’s racing brain to process the action and slowly reciprocate the hug. From his place, Pietro silently snickered, delighted by his sister’s scarlet flushed face and overly nervous gulp; you, in your frantic state, hadn’t noticed and sent her a small smile before their parents summoned them. 

True to his word, Pietro had called you almost daily, sharing information about the cute girl he saw at the airport or the pesky neighbor’s kid. But, even though phone calls were nice, the occasional video calls were your favorite. 

“How is it?” you questioned, looking at Pietro on your screen while resting on your bed. 

“I hate the weather, and I have to share a room with Wanda, but it’s not too bad,” he shrugged dejectedly, contradicting his own words. 

“Aw,” you cooed, your lower lip jutting out. “Poor Wanda, having to share a room with a slob like you.” you teased. “How is she, hm?” 

“She hates it here more than me. You wouldn’t guess what happened to her.” You looked at him, intrigued, “We were exploring the city when this guy walked up to us to tell her that she was dressed like a grandma. I mean, he wasn’t wrong; she was wearing that ugly old sweater. You know the one, right?” He motions with his hands as if the action would help you recall. “Anyways, she begged Mama to take her shopping afterward. She’s going emo no-” 

“Pietro!” her usually soothing voice reprimanded harshly off-screen before a pillow smacked him in the head, causing you to giggle.

“Well, tell her I think she looks great in anything, and that guy is a complete dumbass.” you truthfully reply and smile at the thought of Wanda. You tried to imagine her wearing the ugliest of sweaters and still thought she would look beautiful. Her bright green eyes were more than enough to entrance about anyone.

“Oh, she can hear you," Pietro said. "I’d show you how much she’s blushing right now, but she’d probably break the laptop on me.” Not even two seconds later, Wanda threw another pillow at the boy. 

Even with the constant communication between the two, you felt more alone than ever. Then, classes resumed at the end of summer, and you were officially a high school student. It was difficult in the beginning, Pietro had been by your side since kindergarten, and here you were, all alone. Alright, maybe you were a tad overdramatic because you did have friends aside from Pietro, just not as close. Truthfully, it wasn’t only Pietro who you missed; despite not talking to Wanda often, her presence was a constant in your life that you appreciated. 

You prayed that the year would end soon and the twins would return. To occupy yourself in the meantime, you decided to join the soccer team at your school. In reality, more like being coerced into joining the team because there’s no way your indolent self would willingly engage in any productive physical activity. Who would have the power to do such a thing? None other than Natasha Romanoff. 

Natasha Romanoff, the beautiful green-eyed redhead girl who had moved into the area, a gift from the universe you would call her. She resembled Pietro with her quick and witty personality, but she wasn’t a reckless idiot, unlike him. Your first encounter was nothing but perfect, despite her first words being an insult to your lack of stamina after the one-mile run. You and Natasha quickly formed an unbreakable friendship.

What you presumed would be a torturous year became bearable with Natasha at your side and your participation in the school’s extracurricular activities. You soon reached the one-year mark since the Maximoffs’ departure in a blink of an eye. You were ecstatic about the family’s return, already planning how to introduce your friends. Unfortunately, your excitement was short-lived and shattered during one of your video calls with Pietro. 

A large grin adorned your lips as you greeted your best friend, “So, do you guys know when you're coming back?” you questioned, oblivious to his dejected demeanor as you were too excited.

“Y/N I- Fuck,” he cursed, raising his hand to massage his temple. Your expression fell, concern supplanting your excitement.

“Is everything okay, Piet?”

“No, nothing is okay,” he whispered, loud enough for you to understand. “I’m sorry, Y/N. We- We’re not coming back,” Pietro announced, eyes glimmering apologetically. 

You were immobilized, trying to grasp the meaning behind Pietro’s words. Did he just say he wasn’t returning home? No, that couldn’t be. You must have heard wrong. But what if you didn’t? What would you do then?

“W- What do you mean you’re not coming back?” you inquired with bitterness as tears formed in your eyes. 

“Papa’s work isn’t finished. It might be a couple more months before we can return. There’s nothing I can do. I’m really sorry, Y/N,” he sighed defeatedly. 

You sniffled and cleared your throat, ignoring the heaviness that had settled in your chest. Pietro was right; there was no point crying, or at least not in front of him. There is no need to make him feel worse than what he must have been feeling. 

“I understand, Piet. So you don’t need to worry about me. We can talk like we have been, okay.” Pietro visibly relaxes at your words. “Besides, I  kind of like Natasha more than you,” you teased with a playful smirk trying to ameliorate the situation. 

Pietro scoffed, bringing his hand to his chest, “I can’t believe you just said that. I’ve given you the best years of my life, Y/N, and you go and wound me like this? Unbelievable.” He shook his head with a huff causing you to snort in amusement. 

As much as you loved Natasha, you couldn’t replace Pietro. However, that was something he didn’t need to know. 

Much to your disappointment, a couple of months turned into another year. Before you knew it, you were three months into your junior year. You no longer felt the hollowing absence clawing at your being, growing to accept the situation. It could be worse, you reasoned, imagining how you and Pietro could have drifted apart. You could handle the distance as long as you were still friends. 

What you could not handle was your mother dragging you to the airport. You had dropped on your bed, dead from exhaustion. Then, suddenly, your Mom barged in without any warning, hauling you to her car. 

You took a deep breath releasing it in a puff as your Mom parked the car. “Why am I here again?”

“I have already told you a million times, Y/N. Your cousin, Sharon, is visiting, and we’re here to welcome her.” You twisted your lips in displeasure.

“Which one is she again?” You questioned, not recognizing the name before realizing you didn’t care. “Nevermind. Couldn’t you, hmm, I don’t know, do it alone?” It’s not like Sharon would care if you were there; she would not receive a warm welcome from you.

Your Mom sighed loudly, turning to face you with an irritated expression. “No, now stop being such a grump, Y/N. Come on.”

You begrudgingly followed your Mom to the waiting area with a pout and deep frown etched on your face. Of course, your mother would scold you if you greeted cousin Sharon with that expression, but you didn't care. Sharon needed to know you weren't happy with her unexpected arrival.

Too indulged in feeling miserable and mentally cursing the so-called Sarah, you failed to notice the approaching figure before hearing their voice, “You don’t seem too excited to see me.”

Your breath hitched, and it felt like slow motion when you lifted your head, turning your bewildered gaze to the blond-haired teenage boy standing a few feet away. It only took a rise of his eyebrow for a grin to break onto your lips, immediately recognizing him.

“Pietro!” you exclaimed, causing a few curious heads to turn in your direction, but all you focused on were his wide-open, welcoming arms. Then, with no care in the world, you sprinted forward, crashing into his muscled chest as his arms surrounded your figure. A hearty laugh erupted from your chest as Pietro lifted you from the ground and spun you around. 

Even after he had stopped, you remained enclosed in his warmth with closed eyes savoring the moment. All the annoyance was replaced with happiness. God, you couldn’t believe this was real. Finally, after all these years, Pietro was actually back. Your best friend was back. 

You opened your eyes, ready to pull away and face your best friend, a teasing remark at the tip of your tongue. However, your words cut short as your eyes landed on the approaching figure of a beautiful brunette. That brunette was none other than Wanda Maximoff. 

In the past two years, your only view of the Maximoff girl had been her brief passings in the background of your video calls with Pietro. Never enough to fully take her in.

The brunette was distracted, looking at her phone, unaware of your little reunion, and honestly, you were glad because it gave you a moment to admire the girl. You had always thought that Wanda was pretty, but an entirely unrecognizable feeling swelled in your chest as you looked at her at that moment. She wasn’t wearing anything extraordinary, a baggy rock band t-shirt and simple joggers. Her neck held a black choker, and multiple rings adorned her fingers. She looked stunning.

“Wow,” you had thought you whispered, but when Wanda lifted her head, you realized your error. You stared into her emerald eyes briefly, conscious of the vibrant red hue spreading through your face. You released Pietro, desperate not to show how affected you were by the girl. 

“Wow, what?” he asked with a lifted eyebrow.

“Wow, as in I wasn’t expecting you,” you lied with a nervous chuckle. “I thought I was here to greet cousin Sharon.”  

Wanda stopped next to Pietro as you finished your sentence, eyes still on you as she sent you a smile with a slight wave. She wished she could greet you as affectionately as Pietro but didn't want to make you uncomfortable. What Wanda didn't know was that you would be far from uncomfortable. In fact, the simple smile she sent your way made your pulse quicken embarrassingly by how beautiful she looked. 

"H- Hey, W- Wanda," you stuttered, swiftly pulling her into your arms. Unlike Pietro, whose strong arms nearly crushed your body, Wanda delicately placed them on your back. Your body burned, and you had to resist the urge to relax in her arms fully. When Pietro cleared his throat with a smug look, the two of you let go. 

“Hi, Y/N. It’s good to see you?” Wanda responded, sounding more like a question with a blush of her own. You had a habit of unknowingly leaving her in an embarrassing daze. 

“I know it’s been a long fight, so why don’t we head home,” interrupted the Maximoffs’ mother, who you had failed to see in your excitement. 

 “I would love that,” Wanda huffed out exhaustedly, with Pietro nodding. 

You were disappointed that your reunion was so brief, but you knew they had to rest. You’d have plenty of time to catch up later. “Well, I’m so glad you’re here, both of you.” Looking from Pietro to Wanda, who looked surprised at your words. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Pietro frowned. “Aren’t you coming with us?”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude or anything.” You glimpsed at their Mom, knowing she’d probably want to rest without disruption. 

“Nonsense, you wouldn’t be intruding on anything. You know you’re part of this family, Y/N,” Olga reassured with a warm smile.

You turned to your mother, seeking permission, which she gave with a nod. The five of you walked out of the airport before parting ways. 

“Mom came here before us to fix everything up, and Dad has to stay for one more month,” Pietro tells you as you approach their mother’s car. 

“Oh,” you reply, too distracted by how Wanda’s brown locks dance with the breeze. You had probably seen Wanda in the same situation numerous times, but something was different now. 

“I call shotgun!” Pietro announced, pulling you from your daze after putting the luggage in the trunk.

“What? No, I’m riding in front,” Wanda protested, hastily looking at you.

“Only if you’re faster, sistra.” Pietro quickly sprinted to the passenger door, leaving an angered Wanda behind. You and his mother could only laugh at his antics.

Your laughter died down, replaced with nervousness as soon as you realized how close to Wanda you would be. You distracted yourself by talking with Pietro for most of the ride, though occasionally, you glanced at Wanda admiring her side profile. Her high cheekbones, sharp jawline, soft-pink lips, and mesmerizing green eyes. Or how astonishingly attractive her long and delicate ringed fingers emerged. Why hadn’t you ever looked at her this way? Were you really that oblivious?

Wanda, too, was tense about your presence. But, in contrast to you, Wanda had years of experience dissimulating her feelings as she put her headphones on and closed her eyes. She immersed herself in the music, succumbing to sleep. 

It was a relief when you arrived at the Maximoff household. You were sure someone would notice your staring if you were there any longer. The four of you exited the vehicle, Pietro being tasked with taking their luggage to their respective rooms, but you decided to help him as any good friend would. 

You reached Wanda’s baggage, her sweet voice still filled with sleep, momentarily stopping you, “Oh, you don’t have to do that. Pietro will be back in a second.” She stood awkwardly to the side, fumbling adorably with her hand, and you flashed her a smile. 

“It’s fine. I can take them," you countered, already hoisting her bag, entirely ignorant to Wanda’s staring at your exposed biceps muscles, finding them incredibly attractive. She heard from Pietro that you had started to participate in school sports. The physical effects of your extracurricular activities were noticeable in your physique. All Wanda could think about was running her fingers over your exposed bicep. 

As she led the way to her room on the second floor, Wanda shook her head, flustered by her indecent thoughts and your chivalry. You set her bags down, eyes roaming the walls you had only glimpsed from the hallway on your way from and to Pietro’s room. You recognized a few posters littered across the wall and even realized you liked some movies or artists. Like Percy Jackson, you loved Percy Jackson. You enjoyed anything with mythology, but Percy Jackson was fun and easy to comprehend, so it was your favorite. Oh, then there was the Taylor Swift vinyl album cover. Taylor was your guilty pleasure for many years as you were too embarrassed to admit you liked her music, especially in front of Pietro. You were confident he would tease you, so you chose to keep it to yourself, though you had eventually concluded how absurd your reasoning was. Now you would gladly profess your love for the artist. 

You wished you would have realized how much you and Wanda had in common. You would have appreciated someone to fangirl with, and who better than Wanda? Maybe now you could finally get closer to the girl.

On the other hand, Wanda felt exceptionally self-conscious about having you in her childhood bedroom. Would you judge her for her geeky taste? And for God’s sake, her mother had left her plushies on the bed. You were undoubtedly going to laugh at her now, she assumed. But, in reality, you thought it was adorable. 

 “Thank you,” Wanda awkwardly stated, biting her lower lip afterward, eyes wandering around the room. 

“No problem,” you retorted mindlessly, drawing your attention to the small action. Her soft pink lips hypnotized you, and you discovered yourself wishing to feel the softness. It would be easy to break the short distance and run your thumb over the seductive flesh. The mere thought made your heart race. But, no. You couldn’t do that. So why were you having such irrational thoughts? Knowing you should probably leave, you turned around before Wanda noticed your uneasiness. “I’m uh, I’m gonna go help, Piet,” you excused yourself, avoiding looking at her.

You fled to Pietro’s room, finding the boy messily stuffing his drawers with his clothing. To think Wanda had to share a room with him, even if it was only for the first few months. You truly pitied her. You approached Pietro, elbowing him away, intensely disturbed by his lack of organization. How hard was it to put already folded clothes into a drawer? Maybe it was his plan all along because when you turned to tell him so, he looked at you smugly. Of course, he did. 

You fixed him with an annoyed glare though you were content you could tease eachother that way. It had been so long since you could, so you weren’t bothered. 

You helped Pietro put away the rest of his stuff and rearrange a few things in his bedroom. Then, once you had left the room decent enough, you set up his PlayStation and game. 

You played Injustice 2 for hours, teasing each other incessantly. Pietro became unbearable as he kicked your ass at the game, but only because he spammed the controller. There was a lingering thought in the back of your mind throughout the entire time. A certain brunette held your mind hostage, as you kept replaying the moment your eyes landed on her in the airport. You tried to reason why you were so flustered around her and felt like drowning in her jade eyes. You were grateful when Olga called you to dinner, dispelling the thoughts.

The three of you sat at the dinner table, waiting for their mother to finish the paprikash. It was not only the twin’s favorite dish but also your own. Paprikash was the most savory of all the Sakovian dishes you had tried. 

“When do you guys plan on going to school?” You inquired, realizing you had forgotten about the responsibilities of school. 

“We're going in the afternoon tomorrow, but only to speak to administration. We won't be starting classes until the next day. So I guess you'll have to endure another boring day without me,” Pietro shrugged nonchalantly, causing you to roll your eyes, and Wanda giggled. 

“Well, I'll probably be in class, so I don't think we'll see eachother at all tomorrow,” you concluded before seeing their confused faces. “I have soccer practice after school. I was supposed to go today, but Mom said she needed me home early. Then there’s all the homework I need to catch up on, so I won’t have time to come over,” you explained with an exhausted huff. "We can game online if you want, though. I-"

Your conversation stopped short as your phone screen lit up and buzzed on the table. 

“Natasha? Is she your girlfriend?” Pietro teased, reading the screen as he reached for your phone, and you slapped his hand away. 

“You have a girlfriend?” Wanda chimed with furrowed eyebrows and lips twisted in displeasure at the idea. You eyed her warily, uncomfortable with her thinking that. 

“No, I don’t have a girlfriend.” You glared at Pietro, punching him on the arm, “You know Natasha isn’t my girlfriend. She’s my friend.”

Wanda’s features softened, pleased by your answer, though only Pietro noticed. However, Wanda was still curious and voiced her thoughts, “I didn’t know you were into girls.”

You looked to Pietro, raising a questioning eyebrow, surprised he hadn’t told her. “Yeah, well, I didn’t realize that until after you guys left. Though I figured Piet had opened his big mouth and told you.”

“Sorry, I didn’t think my sister could do much with that information. It’s not like she’d want to date you. No offense, Y/N,” he maliciously provoked, watching as you both blushed intensely, staring at anything but each other. Pietro was really having the time of his life. 

Thankfully for you and Wanda, their mother arrived with dinner before he could continue embarrassing you. After dinner, you thanked their mother and joyously hugged Pietro, saying you would talk later. Then, you waved to Wanda, refraining from embracing her and further embarrassing yourself in front of her. However, Wanda wouldn't have minded a hug and felt slightly disappointed. 

Their mother offered to drive you home, but you refused, considering your house was only a few blocks away. So instead, you used your stroll to reflect on the day’s events. You realized that the Maximoffs’ return had not been the most unexpected thing but rather the unexplainable surge of feelings towards Wanda Maximoff.

[lewiswhatshisname]

Remember at the beginning of series 7 when James Acaster asked if they were the stupidest panel yet?

No. S7 were chaos, but 5 were across the board terminally stupid. I love all of them and it’s one of my favourite series, but it has to be said, every single one of them could have been the useless one on any other series. The whole series has the energy of six idiot children being left alone outside unsupervised, because even Alex had his moments in this regard. At one point in ep7 during the coconut task, he stomps on a fire extinguisher and then gets surprised that the damn thing explodes.

But aside from Nish, they all kind of just kind of flapped about, bumblefucking their way through and largely relying on everyone else fucking up just as much as their own performance. There are so many zeroes and disqualifications in this series that even by the last episode it really was anyone's game (aside from Nish, who was just there).

The whole panel spent the entire studio record rolling over in peals of laughter, and were probably responsible for the current rule of not reacting to tasks before playback. The amount of telegraphing they did was delightful, Mark and Aisling especially just dying in their seats whenever tasks were announced.

This was the series where Bob Mortimer walked into the room, and his first question upon seeing a strange woman was to ask if the task was to physically assault her. The one where the best plan to get a coconut the farthest from the house was to give it to Alex and put him on a bike (a plan which still failed, because the actual plan was the mail it to fucking Fiji). The one where Mark, Sally, and Aisling all got zero points on their own solo tasks, and where a tie break was decided by asking the audience who should win because neither Bob nor Sally completed the damn thing anyway (and then going against what said audience member decided).

I love series 7 for being chaotic and mental, but James can rest safely knowing that his panel is not the stupidest panel the show has seen. I think that title still, to this day, belongs to series 5, and they may hold onto that title for a while yet. I love all of them but my god there was something wrong with that group.

[asgardwinter]

No Way!

summary | Kate thought about some fun activities to fill the winter break. You would’ve thought they were funny if you only could actually stand on an ice skate.

pairing | Kate Bishop x fem!Reader

warnings | none, just pure fluff and cuteness

word count | 902

author’s note | I went ice skating once 7 years ago so forgive if there’s any inaccuracies 🙃. so sorry about the delay, I planned on posting this during the morning but I had no time to edit it until now. this is just more fluffy stuff and Kate and reader being in idiots in love (I have three more wips about it, hope you like it because I love it too much to not write 💕)

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“No way!” You declared.

“It’ll be fun!”

“Kate Bishop, you’re completely insane if you think I’m going to put on those ice skates and get into that place full of ice for me to slip!” You warned your best friend the moment you saw her “perfect winter activity”.

“You know that the ice is meant to be slippery, right?” Kate ignored basically everything you were complaining about and continued to push you in the direction of the rink.

“I don't know if you noticed but I don’t need any help with slipping, I can’t stand still on a perfectly normal surface, how do you think putting me on ice skates on a slippery surface is going to help?”

“And who said I think that will help you?” She sat on the bench right in front of the entrance.

“Thank you so much for your love and support, miss Bishop. I don’t know how I'd be alive without it.”

“I’m going to help you, dumbass!” Kate got tired of the drama and handed you the ice skates she’d been carrying all the way. “There’s not too many people in there so there will be no problem. Trust me.”

The problem was that you’d trust Kate with your whole life and if she asked you to trust her on that matter you’d have to believe. You were in love so bad with your best friend you could barely hide. So you grabbed the skates her hand held near you and started the job to put them on.

“You better not leave unsupervised for one fucking second, Bishop.”

“I promise you I’ll look after you every second, grumpy.”

“We’ll see.”

Kate helped you to get up on your feet and to enter the rink, the gloved hands holding yours firmly and for some seconds just standing on the ice felt easy and you felt safe. Until your feet slipped and you let out a shocked squeal grabbing her forearms harder to search for some support.

“Hey!” Kate called you and you looked into her eyes. “It’s okay. Come on, I’ll teach you.” She guided you to the railing so you could remain standing while she showed you what you needed to do. “All you need to do is swing to one side and then the other, we’re just going on a straight line for now. I know you’ll get this.”

Kate offered her hand again after the little show, she moved with such ease it even gave you confidence to try, but the moment you started to swing slowly the fear came back.

“I got you.” She said softly, taking away your doubt once more. The way your eyes were locked almost took your breath away. “If you fall I’ll fall with you and as you get that it’s not so hard I’ll be here to guide you.”

Your smile was shy, your heart insisting on that funny beat that intensified the more Kate talked. She’d not let you down and you knew it. “Thank you.”

“And I’ll buy you a hot chocolate after. Only if you’re a good student.”

“Oh, shut up.”

...

After an hour in the rink—and a lot of falling over Kate and laughing on the ice—all you needed was that perfectly sweet hot chocolate with marshmallows from your favourite place. It was really a perfect day but there was no way you were going to admit you were wrong to Kate. She would never let it go.

The warmth from the mug heated your now gloveless hands and the atmosphere was perfect, watching the movement of the street from the window. Well, it could be more perfect if Kate was holding your hand, unfortunately you can’t have everything.

“Did you have fun?” Kate asked, her voice screamed the “pretend this is a casual question” tone.

“You know, it wasn’t bad.”

“Come on! You can’t be that grumpy, it was a great experience and now you can brag about how you can stand in an ice skate.”

“I just can’t walk more than two meters without your hand on my forearm.”

“This will be something for the next classes.” Kate announced and your heart got even warmer because she wanted to insist on that task. “I don’t really see the problem with the forearm thing and the hands…”

“What?”

Her beautiful eyes widened to know you heard the whispered comment. It was cute, how she opened her mouth and closed while trying to find something to say.

“You know, it’s pretty cold. I wouldn’t want your forearms to get cold and…”

You got closer to her and she didn’t even notice with all the rambling. “Kate?”

“What?”

“I’m going to kiss you right now.” You announced reuniting all the courage you didn’t have.

“What?” She seemed confused, like the words didn’t get to the brain.

“I’m going to kiss you. Can I…?” Kate didn't wait for you to finish the reformulated question.

Her warm hand was on your cheek and her lips pressed against yours before you could process that she beated you on that, but there was no way you’d complain about it. The moment you parted the giggles made their way outside and you were stuck between admiring her and wanting to kiss her again.

“Can you repeat that again? I don’t think I caught it.”

“Oh, shut up.” You laughed, leaning in to kiss her one more time.

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[eeriecorri]

Time-Travel Fixit

Has spoilers for Bad Batch season 2 finale. Some plot, mostly character stuff.

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When a group of teenagers assassinated the Chancellor, Obi-Wan had not expected what was to come. The reveal that the Chancellor was a Sith, that the teenagers were all clones of the notorious Jedi Killer, or that all the clones had knowledge of the future so complete that it was almost as if they had already lived it. At least that was what the Council had decided, as the clones’ claims—that they had time traveled after their deaths or roughly two years after the Republic fell and was replaced by a Sith empire— were too unbelievable.

Now, here he stood, watching the clones loading up to be sent wherever they chose to settle. Not surprisingly, none really wished to go with Fett, who had sold them into slavery before they were even born. To Obi-Wan’s surprise a large group had chosen to follow him. They were led by an older teen with a large scar around his left eye. The other clones alternatively called him Cody or Kote, and Obi-Wan was not sure with name the teen preferred. For some reason none of the clones bothered to introduce themselves, leaving Obi-Wan to figure out their preferred form of address on his own.

 There was also a much larger clone named Alpha-17 who insisted on going with him, to ‘keep an eye on that idiot, Skywalker’. Anakin had taken offense at that and now seemed to be pressing any buttons that he could find just to annoy the clone.

He was assisted in this endeavor by a small group of clones who had declared they would stay with him until they could find Commander Tano. Anakin had no idea who this Commander Tano was, but Obi-Wan suspected they were referring to a young Togruta initiate that Plo Koon favored.

 Cody/Kote had apparently noticed something was missing and ran off several minutes ago. It appeared that what was missing was a group of smaller children, as Obi-Wan could see Cody/Kote returning with them. These children were still clearly clones, though they were not identical like the others. Walking beside Cody/Kote was a boy with long hair held out of his face by a bandana. A boy with silver hair followed immediately after. Behind the silver haired boy was a smaller boy wearing goggles and a strange harness that looked to Obi-Wan like something parents on Coruscant would place on their rowdy toddlers to keep them from wandering off. Actually, Obi-Wan could see there was a leash on the back of the harness that was being held by the smallest of the group, a young blond. Bringing up the rear of the group was a large boy built more like Alpha-17 than the other clones. He towered over the small blond and the boy with the goggles.

 “Sorry, General,” Cody/Kote said, “these five got lost in the shuffle.”

“I still say we should be fine on our own,” the silver haired boy grumbled.

Cody/Kote snorted. “We’ll talk about that when you’re not cadet sized.”

Obi-Wan dearly hoped these children hadn’t planned on being released on the galaxy unsupervised. After the assassination of the Chancellor, the Senate was adamant that the clones, who were all highly trained fighters, be monitored at all times. On their own they could be easily scooped up by the Hutts or any other parties that might be interested in acquiring a readymade army.

“Excuse me,” the smallest of the group spoke up. “Tech needs a parachute if he’s going to ride in the transport.”

The boy with the goggles sighed. “We’ve talked about this Omega.”

“No,” Omega stomped his—a nudge from the force, oh, her —foot. “Last time we were up high, you fell. You need a parachute.”

“You know we could just give Tech a jetpack,” Cody/Kote suggested.

“I have not been trained to operate a jetpack properly,” Tech said.

“You mean the one time you tried, you flew into a wall and gave yourself a concussion,” the large boy said.

“And the Kaminoans didn’t want to risk you giving yourself brain damage, so they canceled all your future lessons,” the silver haired boy said.  

“I was four,” Tech protested.

“If I may,” Obi-Wan broke in, “what seems to be the issue?”

Omega stared up at him with large brown eyes, glistening with unshed tears. “Tech died.”

Ah, this was the time-travel thing. Many of the clones had vivid memories of their future deaths. And in even more cases, memories of losing their brothers.

“Well, we will all die eventually,” Tech pointed out.

“We could have saved you if you gave us more time!”

“We did not have more time. We all would have fallen, and that was not an acceptable outcome.”

“Your dying was not an acceptable outcome!”

“I am aware that you are not dealing well with my demise, but there are limits to what I can do to allay your concerns. This leash is already pushing those limits,” Tech said, picking at the harness with annoyance.

“Not that the leash would stop him going over the edge. If anything, it would just drag you over too,” the silver haired boy pointed out.

“Crosshair!” the boy with the bandana scolded.

Omega looked horrified at this new information. She looked down at her own small frame, then up at Tech who stood at least six inches taller than her. She turned to the giant clone standing behind her.

“Then Wrecker will hold the leash. He’s strong enough to pull you back if you fall,” Omega declared, handing the leash to Wrecker. Wrecker accepted the leash with a solemn nod. He attached the leash to his belt before pulling Tech to him, wrapping an arm around him to hold him tightly to his side.

“You’re stuck with me, little brother,” Wrecker said gruffly.

Tech sighed but allowed it.

Omega tugged on Wrecker’s free hand until he dipped down to scoop her up and place her on his shoulder.

The boy with the bandana sighed. “Sorry about that. We don’t have as much experience as the others when it comes to losing a brother. To us it was only a few months ago. Since getting him back, we’re a little overprotective.”

“We understand, Hunter.” Cody/Kote patted the boy on the shoulder.

“Oh!” Omega gasped. “I see Echo! Echo, over here!”

A pair of clones approached, one with a fresh tattoo of a five on his forehead, the other with a dark gray handprint on his chest plate. Obi-Wan recognized them both as being part of the strike team that assassinated the Chancellor.

“Hey, kid,” Echo said. Then his eyes slid to Tech who was still held tightly to Wrecker’s side, and his smile widened. “Tech.”

“What? Do the rest of us not warrant a greeting?” Crosshair asked.

“I just saw you a few weeks ago. Haven’t seen Tech in months,” Echo replied.

“We couldn’t find you!” Omega said.

“It’s been longer than a few months since I last saw my old squad. Plus, Fives and I had business on Coruscant,” Echo said with a grin, placing his hand on Fives shoulder.

“Aww, why didn’t you take us with you to kill the emperor?” Wrecker asked.

“Sorry, only clones who have been through their final growth spurt made the cut,” Fives said.

“I’m as tall as you,” Wrecker pointed out.

“Try telling that to someone who doesn’t know how tall you end up getting,” Echo laughed.

“Can I walk without this leash now?” Tech asked.

“When there aren’t any ledges for you to fall off,” Hunter said.