#plain badges

[zephyrbadges]

me: ok so

me: listen here

me: whitney is pretty

me: and her badge is the plain badge

me: so thats why her gym is PRETTY PLAIN

whit-mun: (LONG, DRAWN OUT SIGH)

[blackmambaroxie-blog]

plain-badges:

Actually, Whitney thought, would any of her friends like to learn the bass? Maybe not right now, but…

"I wanted to give it a try, that’s all! Maybe play a song or two, but… Nothing ventured, nothing gained, y’know? Anyways, how’re you otherwise?"

"Huh. Wouldn't really recommend it if ya jus' wanna learn a lil'. Gettin' a bass is super expensive, an' they're heavy, so s'not like you can carry it 'round fer a party trick or anythin'..."

"But, I guess'm good! You're Cher's friend, right? Man, he's got, like, a million of 'em... Since when'd he get t'be Mister Popular!?"

[blackmambaroxie-blog]

"Hey, Roxie! If Cheren is also a teacher, does that mean you give bass lessons?"

"Lessons, huh...?" Roxie tapped her chin.

"Well, nah, I ain't a teacher or anythin'. Did try showin' him how t'play once, but he kept gettin' flustered an' messin' up every time I told him he had t'work on his fingerin'. Some people jus' can't take criticism, I guess. Why? Know someone who's lookin' t'learn?"

[plain-badges]

"Y-you don’t? My bad…I-I just thought you could…er…y-yeah, substitute teacher!"

[blackmambacheren]

"N-not yet, anyway."

"But, er... are you qualified to teach? I usually get Lenora to fill in when I have to travel..."

[son-of-skarmory]

Plainhiveshipping (Whitney X Bugsy), number 10 (I'm sure you know who'll be the nerd and who'll be the popular one!)

High school popular kid/nerd AU

All the tables in the library were taken, and Morty’s very vocal complaints of a headache had caused the librarian to run them out anyways. So, since the weather was still endurable, Morty, Bugsy, and Falkner found themselves out on the front steps of the high school, the former two tutoring the latter on their most recent math lesson.

“So, by determining the slope of this line, we can then-“ The three of them hunched over one book, the boys’ study group was interrupted by a clique of chatty girls exiting the school. But not just any girls-the voices were unmistakably Whitney’s and Clair’s, among others. Beside him, Falkner felt the heat radiating off Bugsy’s face. Morty must have noticed too, because he tore his eyes away from the clique long enough to look down at Bugsy, then to Falkner with confused.

“Whitney.” The blunette explained simply, before looking back at the book, prepared to continue the tutoring session. He and the freshman had discussed it before, after all, and Falkner found it best to let the girls pass on, and soon enough Bugsy would be back to normal.

Morty, however, would have none of it. Grabbing ahold of the math book by the top of its spine, he ripped it out of Falkner’s hands a closed it definitively. He then turned to the youngest of them with a broad smile.

“Go talk to her.”

“W-what?!” The words were enough to shock the purple-haired boy out of his stunned state. “I can’t do that! She’s a senior and popular and pretty and cute and I’m-“

“You’re just fine. Now come on or I’ll do it for you.” Before either Bugsy or Falkner could protest, the blond was on his feet, dragging Bugsy up by the sleeve of his shirt. Falkner watched in complete shock, firmly planted in his seat, as the two approached Clair and Whitney, who abruptly stopped giggling to watch them.

From where the blunette sat, it was impossible to hear what was being said, but it was clear from everyone’s body language that Morty was doing most of the talking, each of the others nodding their heads occasionally. Poor Bugsy’s face was brighter than Whitney’s hair, but when he tried to hide behind his upperclassman Morty just side stepped away, leaving him standing there alone. After a few minutes of this Whitney’s expression suddenly brightened, and she nodded enthusiastically. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a pen and took Bugsy’s wrist to write something on it. Then, blowing the boy a kiss, she and Clair were off again, no doubt headed home for the day.

Once the girls had left, Bugsy and Morty turned back to Falkner with bright smiles, Bugsy cheerfully waving the arm where Whitney’s phone number was no doubt written. Falkner returned their happy expressions with one of his own.

It was an unexpected turn of events, but not an undesirable one.

[son-of-skarmory]

plain-badges replied to your post:moan-like-a-ghost replied to your post:so i’ve...

"Falkner can peck you in the butt with a Skarmory, and that wouldn’t feel very nice! In fact, I don’t think any Gym Leader is weak! We’re Gym Leaders, and we’re really good at our jobs!"

"Ah...Whitney...I do not think that that is the best way to convey your message....Skarmory and I do not wish to peck anyone in the butt..."