One Shots

Ivanushka (hs theatre kids au)

To be clear everyone is about the same age since this setting is in high school. Whoever is older is still older, but like... by less.

Coming back to this, has been in my drafts over a year, figured I'll finish it and share something silly in this time, no angst today. Enjoy this borderline crack fic and keep yourselves safe
 

The group all stood spread out across the school's gym, any semblance of organization having been absolutely lost by that point. Bad was trying his best to contain the chaos and get people back on track, though it was a pitiful and near impossible effort.

"This is stupid," George stated. He stood at the side of the stage, arms crossed an expression blank.

"If you didn't want to be here, why did you sign up?" Bad asked with a glare. Directing a bunch of high schoolers was hard enough when they were cooperating, and George had been doing anything but all morning.

"I-" George huffed angrily when he found he didn't have an answer and plopped down in the center of the stage.

"Ok, break time, come back in ten minutes," Bad said, rubbing at his temples.

Almost everyone left immediately, the crowd wandering off to somewhere else in the building.

The group had been "rehearsing" for the upcoming school play for the past half hour, and had gotten absolutely no where.

Half of the cast hadn't even shown up, and those who did were either goofing off, flirting, or George.

George who was now whining about being hungry.

"Just go get something," Sapnap groaned. "You have ten whole minutes, I'm sure you can figure it out."

George rolled his eyes but left nonetheless.

"Oh thank goodness," Bad sighed. "I love George but he can be such a muffinhead sometimes."

"Awww I thought I was your muffinhead," Bad jumped as a voice whined directly behind him.

"G-Geppy! Where were you? You're even later than usual," he pouted.

Skeppy flopped into the chair next to him.

"I'm not even in the rehearsallllllll. Why do I have to comeeeeemmmmmm," he whined as he leaned over onto his friend.

"You keep telling me you're going to work on the set, but then you skip out, or get here late and just sit in the corner. It's-" he froze, losing his voice for a moment as Skeppy leaned further into him, pressing his weight into his side. "I-it's-" Bad stuttered.

"It's what, baldy? I got plenty of time as long as I start by like, the 10th," he said as he fully flopped over into his friend's lap.

Sapnap snorted from across the stage before breaking out into full laughter.

"What?!" Skeppy snapped as he shot back up defensively, fully prepared to get up and lose a fight.

"Skeppy... it's the 15th," Bad said with a sigh.

"Oh, ok..." he said, pacified for a moment that it wasn't over his affectionateness before the words sunk in. "Wait.. OH! SHIT!" he got up and sprinted towards backstage as Sapnap started cackling.

"Language! Maybe this will teach you to listen to me, you goober!"

"Goober? That's a new one," Dream said as walked back in, sitting a couple chairs over. He passed a water bottle to Bad, setting his own on the floor. He tossed the third to Sapnap, who caught it, doing a little victory dance from his seat on the floor.