#SIGHS AND PUTS THIS IN THE CHARA LOVE TAG

[kakujis]

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓… ☽

geto vers | baji vers

synopsis: when your husband and best friend are targeted by a hitman, the aftermath leaves you in shock. but suguru has always instilled one line into you: forever has no meaning unless you're in it.

warnings: gn!reader, vampire!suguru, vampire!choso, vampire!satoru, hitman!toji, character death ( + resurrection), depictions of blood and violence, almost blind devotion, a bit angsty but also fluffy.. but also not really? idk what to tag this as LOL, canon divergent (gojo n geto are attacked much later in life), you have no clue they’re sorcerers 👍, swearing, sfw, if choso is ooc im so sorry idk barely anything about/cldnt get a read on his character from one episode djknj

ft + wc: vampire!suguru x reader, 3.2k

tags: @enchantedforest-network, @em1e (u guys should totally read em's necromancy fic btw)

a/n: hi! idk wtf this is, this is just how i deal with chara death i think? this idea came to me when i realized i was writing two fics about dealing with grief (baji fans are u here ?) and wrote nearly 2k for both in one sitting haha. anyways, i feel like atp i'm edda from ffxiv coded except suguru is 1000x better than avere. if you'd like to listen to her theme, it's here. thank u to wallaby for proofreading!

there is something about the morning light, filtered through the white blinds that you’ve forgotten so many times to replace, that feels just like a hug. it’s this light that kisses your eyelids and pulls you out of bed faster than your mother on a school morning. 

you’ll yawn, then stretch, pulling your arms up and over your head arching your back as you do. then you’ll get up, set up a pot of coffee before heading off to brush your teeth and wash your face. and you’ll pretend that you don’t see the eyes, red and shimmering, from the shadows in your closet.  

“go to bed suguru,” you sigh, before lightly pressing onto your puncture marks, hissing when they’re still tender. “it’s morning.” 

“i could fix that… if you’d let me.” he responds, the hinges of your door creaking ever so slightly before you gasp and rush to close them before the light bleeds in. 

“don’t!” you snap, hand trembling, “don’t… you dare.” 

you crouch down, before slotting your pinky into the smallest slit you can with the door still providing adequate coverage. before long, his cold finger entangles with yours and you smile. 

“by the way babe, when are we moving?” he jokes and when your eyes finally adjust to the dark, you can see him stretch his limbs, hands entangling with your hanging clothing. “it’s pretty cramped in here not gonna lie.” 

“well… i put in that application a few weeks ago and they did get back to me… so soon. we just need to go through the final steps.” you reply, fighting the urge to crawl into that small space with him and sleep the day off. 

when it comes to suguru, you’d do anything and everything, from the hairs on your head to the tips of your toes, you pledged yourself to him fully. 

“gonna go to work?” he asks and you nod, albeit with a pout. he snickers when he sees your expression, “aw, don’t cry. i’ll be right here.” 

you bite your lip, trying your best not to draw blood because you know. you know that suguru will always be right there, whenever you need him. 

you made sure of it. 

-

his name was choso. you remember the night you met him after a round of drinks at the bar. he was nice, if not a bit quiet, and loved to talk about his siblings. suguru and satoru talked aimlessly with shoko while you made new friends. it was a fun little past time. 

you don’t remember how you left the bar or how he even convinced you to follow him out. your mind muggy as you followed him, like a moth to a flame, down a back alley before you finally snapped to your senses and shoved him off before he could make a move. it wasn’t until you saw the razor sharp pearly whites of his teeth that you stopped. 

you asked him what he was, but he simply shrugged, asking, “have you ever dreamt about being saved from someone or something?” 

you nodded, of course you did. everyone has. 

“then that’s me. something you can dream about.”

it was a cryptic message, but a message you got nonetheless. choso was not of the day, flourishing under the midnight sky. but for some reason, he wasn’t necessarily scary. in the small amount of time you had spent, he seemed to listen to you and your woes. gotten to know a little bit of your family history, and perhaps decided you would do better with his. 

you remember hearing suguru’s panic laced voice calling out for you and you spun around to call back out. turning back, choso was gone. with a hand placed on your shoulder you were pulled into a tight embrace. 

“where were you?” suguru asks, nearly crushing you in the heat of his body, “almost lost my mind trying to find you.” he glances behind you, eyes scanning the alleyway in search of something or someone. 

“honestly… i don’t even know how i got out here,” you mumbled into his shoulder, hands trailing the familiar sensation of his clothing. “can we go home?” 

“yeah, i’ll just let gojo-“ 

“no!” you exclaimed, the uneasiness in your stomach now palpable, as you balled your fists into the fabric of his shirt, “let’s go now, please.” 

he blinks, before nodding, “okay, yeah, okay. let’s go home.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, almost like a seal of protection, before he’s throwing his arm around you and walking you home. 

you don’t ever recall meeting toji fushiguro. it was just another night out underneath flickering street lights, outside the same bar where you met choso, the street familiar yet empty. your husband smoked into the evening air, the scent wafting over and tickling your nose. 

“no offense, satoru, but i didn’t listen to a single thing you just said.” he stated, lips curled up into a smirk with the cigarette dangling between his fingers. 

“good,” satoru snorts, before glancing at you, “i wasn’t asking for their opinion anyway.” 

you feign ignorance, perking up and asking, “hm? what were we talking about?” 

“man the two of you are so fucking annoying.” he whines, head hung back as you both laugh. 

“care for a third opinion?” a voice asks and you gasp, jumping back. 

the man was tall, handsome, with dark hair and a scar on his lip, wearing a simple outfit of a tee and sweatpants. he seemed otherworldly as well, just like choso. maybe, it was the aura he exuded, more like the lack of, but it set your hairs up on end. 

suguru was quick to pull you behind him as your fingers instantly grabbed onto his shirt. 

“don’t really care for a stranger’s opinion,” satoru drawls, glancing over the tips of his sunglasses. but you can read his body easily, a culmination of friendship over the years. it was screaming: danger. 

“c’mon, don’t be like that. why don’t we introduce ourselves then? i’m toji.” he said, sticking his hand out for a handshake. but neither satoru nor suguru moved to grab it, instead they tensed, waiting. 

“suguru.” satoru whispered, a command with only one word. he understood exactly what it meant. you don’t remember suguru being able to run so fast, the force from his pull almost knocking the air out of you. nor do you remember satoru being able to fight so efficiently. 

you do remember suguru hiding you away and making you wait, even when you tried to hold onto him, he assured you it’d be fine and made you wait. but seconds ticked into minutes, long, monotonous minutes that made the pit of uneasiness in your stomach bloom into a festering bouquet of chrysanthemums. 

“suguru?” you called, stepping out into the dreary moonlight. no response. 

“satoru?” you tried again, quietly walking back towards the area they were in originally. it’s strange how quickly the night changes, how suddenly the flickering street lights aren’t an annoyance but one of your only sources of comfort, as if the dark can swallow you. 

“suguru,” you call out again, voice teetering on a breakdown and eyes scanning the desolate street.  “please res-“ 

you stop suddenly, the sickening squelch of something warm pooling beneath your feet halts you. you feel sick as you start to take in shallow breaths, eyes following the stream of ichor until it reaches its source.

suguru. 

you remember dragging his lifeless body down that familiar back alley. knowing that anyone would be able to see that trail of blood and find you. the darkness of that alley covered you, looming over you like a guardian, while the scent of trash almost, almost, covered the sharp tinge of iron that permeated the air.  

you propped suguru up against the wall as best you could, your body still thrumming with adrenaline. “just gimme a sec, okay?” you mumbled through tears, knowing that he couldn’t hear you. “i’ll figure it out, just like you always do.” 

you’re not sure why you were compelled to scream out that name, but maybe it was because in your dreams, he appeared when you least expected him too. 

“choso!” you screamed, waiting for a brief moment before you filled your lungs with air once more and tried again. “choso!” 

nothing. 

choso!

still nothing. 

and when nothingness almost consumed you, taking you into it’s ghostly clutches, you felt it: the sudden heaviness in the air. 

you feel like you screamed for hours, the name tumbling off your tongue and into the moonlit air like a siren song. just a little less pretty. in reality, it was probably only a few minutes before the brunette arrived, dark rimmed eyes and all. your new guardian “angel”. 

“he looks pretty bad if you ask me.” he started, already crouching down to your level, before reaching up to brush the red coated strands away from suguru’s face. “looks pretty dead.” 

“fix it.” you whispered, continuing even after choso shot you a look. “fucking fix him.” 

“what makes you think i can do that?” 

and in that moment, you feel compelled to tell him about the dreams that you’ve been having lately. the ones where he’s in them, beckoning you to stay under his protection. call for me and i’ll be there. 

but you keep it simple, too pressed for time. “you’re in my dreams, right?” you answer. 

he’s quiet, face softening as he mulls over your words. “good to know.” his eyes wander over to the crimson trail, that bleeds from the streetlamps to your waiting spot. “he’ll probably find you.” 

“toji?” you ask and he nods, “i don’t even know why he’s after us.” 

“he’s not after you, he’s after him.” he says, cupping suguru’s face, dribbles of blood falling from his mouth, and you twitch, almost reaching out to snatch his hand away, “he’s never liked sorcerers.” 

“sorcery…?” you mumble, glancing once more at your lifeless husband. 

but you’ve never heard that word, believing that magic cannot exist, that what you saw could not be explained so easily. there is no magic, only reality, and what is this but such painful, excruciating reality that sucks the air from your lungs and the color from your eyes.

choso dodges the question, “well then. let’s get out of here.” before he places a palm on the back of your neck, sending you back off to dream. 

there’s a voice that pulls him out of the light. low and drumming, it snaps him back into the present and out of his stupor. he sits up, scrambling to make sense of just where he is and who is talking to him. the bed he’s in is similar to a hospital bed, although the white sheets are now stained red. 

“… stay out of the sunlight, feed only when you’re hungry, animal blood counts, it just doesn’t taste that good,” choso continues listing things off, not taking into the account the shock etched so firmly into suguru’s face. “you can feed on them and if they ever wanna turn, let me know, i’ll teach you how to do it.” 

suguru whips his head around, spotting you sitting in a chair with blood covered and bruised knees, the sweat and tears now dried on your face. you glance up at him, giving a little wave and a tired smile. he notes the dried blood that seems to be caked even under your fingers. 

“what the fuck did you do to them?” 

“you mean, what did i do to you?” the brunette retorts. “you wanted to stay together, right? now you can.” he answers, crossing his arms and leaning back against his desk. but suguru’s not sure if he’s asking him or you, the one who smells so much sharper and sweeter than he remembers. you also smell of blood. so much blood that he can hear it coursing through you with each thump of your heartbeat. 

and like a moth to a flame, you stand on wobbly knees, the pads of your feet hitting the floor in sluggish steps as you pad over and throw yourself onto your lover. 

“don’t be mad at me,” you whisper, your eyelids fluttering as you try to fight back your tears. “i thought i could figure things out like you always do… because i always rely on you, right? i was too scared to be alone.” 

he’s so cold now and you’re so unbearably warm, the perfect juxtaposition of your souls. although he doesn’t need to, he takes a deep breath, before pulling you into his embrace. 

“you’re cold, sugu.” you mumble, yet you press harder, deeper into his embrace. 

“is that a turn off?” he jokes because he can’t be mad at you, not now and not ever. and any fragments of anger always dissipate like a puff of smoke. you giggle, before finally giving in and crying, digging your nails into his stiff skin. you cry until you can’t anymore, going limp and falling asleep in his arms. 

suguru’s gaze shifts upwards, as he holds you protectively, one arm wrapped firmly around your lower back, the other on the back of your head, fingers laced in your hair. 

“so, no introductions?” he asks, trying to be friendly, although the intonation in his voice betrays him. it’s first time meeting such a strange man, who can blame him? 

certainly not choso, who responds in turn, “my bad. you can call me choso. i fixed you up on their behalf.” 

“and satoru?” he asks, scanning the room to see if he can find the familiar white tufts of hair. 

“is fine,” choso replies, before jutting a finger out towards you, “they made sure to cover all the bases.” 

suguru shifts you in his hold, pressing a kiss to your forehead, that familiar seal of protection once again placed within your being. but also, as thanks for trying to keep everyone safe.

“then, where is he?” he asks while the other sighs and points over to another bed in the corner. dark eyes follow and the familiar tufts of silver hair peek immediately confirm it’s satoru. 

“he’s gonna wake up soon too. i’ll fill him in on the details.” before suguru can reply he’s cut off, “you should go soon, before the sun rises.” 

“am i actually a vampire?” 

“vampire, dracula, nosferatu, the undead. you can choose whatever you want.” 

“… i see.” he pauses, glancing back at satoru’s sleeping form before deciding he’ll be fine on his own. “we’ll be going then. …thanks.” 

he places his feet on the floor, still wearing his shoes from earlier and starts to walk off, cradling you in his arms. 

“when you feed, geto, don’t overdo it. or they will die.” 

he stops mid-step, gripping you tighter in his embrace, his brow furrowed, before finally walking off. 

you really should’ve taken a photo for satoru of the realtor’s perplexed expression when only you showed up to a three bedroom home, insistent on your need for space. 

when you do get that house, situated so nicely in the countryside, away from the buzz of the city, you think about what life would be like if you changed. if you no longer saw the sunlight. but you shake your head, pressing your fingers up to your neck once more, rubbing over the now scabbing indentations. 

you know suguru can’t feast on you forever as your body ages and his does not. but the thought of him feeding on someone else makes your stomach turn. 

“woow,” satoru hums, breaking you out of your trance as he takes in the new home, “not bad! not bad at all.” 

you smile, “thanks, satoru. i wanted to make sure you had your own space too.” 

“whats the third room for?” he asks, peeking his head in as he saunters around the new home. 

“office space.” you reply, “remember i work from home?” 

he nods, replying, “ooh, makes sense,” before he’s suddenly in front of you. his once crystalline blue eyes, now a deep crimson. “can i get a quick snack? i’m hungry.” 

“always so insatiable, satoru.” you tsk, rolling your eyes, but hold up your wrist anyway.

“not my fault you just so happen to be the best tasting human around.” he says, smiling against the thin skin of your wrist. 

luckily for you, he’s fast, the pain is almost nonexistent beyond the prick of his fangs but you still shut your eyes, waiting for it to be over. and when it’s over, gojo thanks you for the meal with a large bow before leaving to settle in his room. 

it’s so different from suguru who plans out the days that he’ll feed, keeping you in his clutches for what seems like hours as he sips away at your blood, making sure to maximize the experience.

the blood loss always makes you so dizzy, dizzy and pliant. he likes to watch over you afterwards, splayed against the sheets, fingertips running over your veins as if he’s painting over them in hues of ice. 

in your half-conscious state you never notice the furrow of his brow as he contemplates turning you every single time. you won’t last forever, too fragile, too soft, too alive. and suguru believes that forever only exists if you are in it as well. he asks you one night, while the house is almost too still, if you’d stay with him forever. 

“… of course…” you murmur, head dazed and body heavy, “always, sugu.” 

“even if you lose yourself?” 

“i can’t… lose myself if i’m with you.” you smile contently, reaching out to him with one shaky hand. 

“then how would you feel…” he asks, fingertips snaking up the veins of your neck, “if i turned you?” you shiver under his touch, eyelids fluttering not only at the sensation but also the low timbre of his voice. 

“turn me?” you mumble, pressing your hand against his, encouraging him to continue carressing your skin, “like… choso did with you?” 

he grins, albeit a small one and nods. hand now exploring the curves of your face, “just like that.” and while his hand is ice cold, it sears your skin with his touch, a testament to how deeply you’ve fallen. 

you pout, finally relaying your fears, “won’t you feed on others though?” 

“you want me to starve?” he jokes, still running his touch over you. 

“let’s go vegan.” you hum, your consciousness starting to drift until the thrum of his fingers. 

with your eyes closed you don’t catch the expression on his face, but you catch his laugh, drifting down into your ear. “i don’t know if that’s how it works, honey.” 

“animals...” you mumble, breaths becoming deeper with each passing second. “like humans… but diet… is how choso… explained it right?” 

he smiles, letting you fall deep into sleep. he keeps his hand intertwined with yours, knowing that even in dreams you hold onto him as if you were awake. he thinks you look so beautiful in the moonlight, better even than the moon or the stars themselves. 

and he is so sure, that forever cannot exist, if you’re not in it. 

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto x reader #geto x you #suguru geto x reader #suguru x reader #pibby writing

[collegetennisoriginstory]

OK. UM. first of all, hiiii! <3 ok lemme just gush a lil bit:

1. I LOVE UR FIC OHMYGOD HOLY SHIIIIIIIT

2. god, i don't even have the slightest idea of how tennis works, but this is just so????? like?????? you know. and i kinda get how the play goes?? YOU'RE AN AMAZING WRITER GOSH.

3. i actually remembered most of the characters?? considering there's a lot of em, this is practically a miracle. again, you're goddamn amazing. i dont know how. maybe the pace is great, but definitely THE CHARAS ALL HAVE PERSONALITY/DEPTH??? like, i actually even remembered the side charas!!! mike, thalia, diego, felix, that cool ass girl in that shooting game, etc. umh just perfecto.

4. THE TENNIS MATCHES ALL FEEL SO SATISFYING!!! <3333333 omg. i feel like WUOOOOOH u know. i feel so cool playing a cool talented mc omg im loving it (i play a i-win-everything type of mc becuz im a perfectionist with a fear of failure) the matches me on edge in my seat oh gosh <3 and when u win it somehow just go WOOOOOOOH again!!! AAAAAA<3

5. aw, and of course, my beloved rivals to lovers rayyan <3333 *sigh* the slowburn.... (hes actually my first & only one. i go: ohhh tension!?!? and make a run for it. um, if it's ok to ask, is there a lot of content in the romance area as of now or in the future? like, replayability in terms of romance? im sorry if this is rude, i didnt mean to, i suck at words & i wont ask that again.)

6. FOUND FAMILY YAY! FOUND FAMILY YAY! <33333 (we genuinely lack those in the if community pls.) soulmates w/ sam. ride or die diego. very reluctant ride or die G (imma be honest, his name is just so hard so my head for some reason just go Guacamole 😭). aww tobin u very big cinammon roll ill protect u. shenanigans. & others too many to name honestly.

7. help this is just so good i had to force myself to sleep at 3am for a 7am lecture and i sat in the front rows and i put my head on the table and the fricking professor called me out ohmygod- BUT IT WAS WORTH IT GODDAMN!! ILL DO IT AGAIN IF I HAVE TO! HA! i cant wait for the next update- i'm gonna have this fic in my head for the next week oh pls noooooo. (no pressure tho. u do u author! take ur time!!! ill be here to support u, whoo!)

8.ALL IN ALL, I LOVE IT I LOVE THIS I LOVE EVERYONE I LOVE YOU AUTHOR *runs over & hug you w/ consent* <333333333333

ok. um. that's not it but if i continue it's literally gonna be an essay so i'll stop.

author. i will die for this fic. ahaahahahah. if i may ask, what's ur fav IFs? (i really, really love this one so im kinda hoping maybe u have similar taste in IFs eheh. again, im sorry if this comes as rude or insensitive.) oh uh & if my long rambles bother u, i won't send it again sorry.

<333 okok. take care of urself, dont forget to eat healthy, drink water & good sleep. have a nice day :D

Wait. I think I might have missed replying to this I am so sorry!!! It gave me so so much joy. Maybe I subconsciously did not want it to leave my inbox haha.

1. And 2 -> THANK YOU!

3. Gosh this is such a great thing to hear. There are a looot of characters, and I definitely worry sometimes that it gets to be too much, but I think the IF is getting long enough for me to give enough-ish screentime to each character... though it takes me a while to cycle back to different side characters. I cant believe you remembered the cool ass girl in laser tag! :)

4. AWESOME to hear! 🥰

5. Yup, being a character driven IF, there will be a lot of romance (or friendship) beats / moments in the IF (which is already true now). The next couple of chapters will follow the same mix of sports, school and romance / hanging out, so you should already have a sense of how much romance there'll be (it'll just keep unfolding / developing for each of the RO routes!)

6. Hehe found family is my fave trope to insert in stories as well.

7. Hahaha aww oh no fictional college life is catching up to your real college life!!

8. HUG YOU BACK (with consent)!!🤗🤗

#ct:os #college tennis: origin story #if #interactive fiction #asks #rayyan #tobin #g #sam

[princessphilly]

Call Me Jake Part 2

CW: adult language, PTSD, character using derogatory language towards herself that can be triggering to differently abled people, references to kinky shit

WC: 3226

Tagging: @wildbornsiren @withahappyrefrain @writercole @wombtotombx @fuckyeahhangman @hangmanapologist @sebsxphia @kryptonitejelly @gretagerwigsmuse @callsignhurricane @callsign-phoenix @iguana-braces @lorecraft @chara-hugs @mikkorantanev @andrei-svech @dempy @starshine-hockey-girl @himbos-on-ice @hockeynshit @babeekakes @hockeywocs @trippedmetaldetector @bluecruz97 @blue-aconite @ellabellabus07 @smokey102 @therebeccaw @the-hottest-lieutenants @mayhem24-7forever @marvelousmermaid @getmyprettynameoutofyourmouth @tallrock35 @shanimallina87 @ratcatcher2world @hoe-on-the-range @assmanselke @hope-love-equality2 @callsign-valley @littlebadariell @atthediscowithoutpanic @seasonsbloom @a-reader-and-a-writer​

Jake always knew he was the golden child. It wasn’t necessarily fair but that was how it was. He was the apple of his ma’s eye, pa’s favorite, even his older sisters all adored him. Ma claimed he came out of the womb charming and with a wink that had the nurses all swoon. But Jake’s favorite person was Gramps Seresin.

Gramps had earned a Purple Heart and a Distinguished Flying Cross in World War II. But Gramps always said he did his duty with a twinkle in his eye. Much different than Pa who bragged about how many commies he shot down in Vietnam whenever he got a chance. Jake noticed that Gramps always looked tense when Pa got drinking and started bragging.

“Jake, my boy, war is serious business. Taking life isn’t easy and is nothing to brag about. The most important thing I am proud about is as Commander, my whole team made it home after serving in the Pacific. Duty and Honor, that’s what matters the most, Jake,” Gramps had said while Pa was bragging to his friends.

Even though Jake was cocky, arrogant, and very sure of his skills as he made it through Annapolis, Flight School, SERE, and Top Gun, he kept those words from Gramps in his mind. After going through air strikes in Afghanistan and Iraq, he wouldn’t now, not with Maverick and Rooster still there-

Jake sighed as he sat up in bed, the sheet falling down to his waist. The nightmare was back again. It only happened occasionally now but when it did, it was with a vengeance.

The nightmare was always the same: Admiral Simpson didn’t give the okay, Jake flew off anyway, but he didn’t make it in time. The enemy got Mav and Bradshaw and Jake watched them die before the enemy took advantage of his indecision to take him out too.

Reality was much different but there was always that what if lurking in his mind, ready to torture him at night.

Groaning, Jake got up, opening his blinds. It was a new day and he had a bunch of Fucking New Guys (FNGs) to corral on this shore tour at NAS North Island. For some reason, Cyclone thought he would be a good mentor to some newly winged lieutenant junior grades before they joined their squadrons. Not that he cared; Jake had a plan for his future and stuff like this was part of it as he made his way up to lieutenant commander, commander, to one day being Admiral Seresin, air boss and future Fleet Commander.

Pulling on a pair of shorts, Jake made his way to the bathroom so he could take a leak. Right after he washed his hands, there were several knocks on his door. “Fuck off,” Jake yelled.

“Can’t, you fucking douchebag,” was the answer. Jake shook his head before brushing his teeth, making the person wait. After several minutes, he strolled through his apartment to the front door.

“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe. Why the hell are you at my front door?”

Rooster snickered. “I was checking to see if Dot was here, Hangman. You two got kinda hot and heavy the last several nights.”

Jake gritted his teeth. So, he had put the moves on the only person to beat him at pool at The Hard Deck. She flirted back but in un-Hangman-like fashion, he didn’t seal the deal that night or the other night. “Actually, she’s not here. Why?”

Rooster furrowed his eyebrows, suddenly feeling concerned. “I hadn’t heard from her since Wednesday.”

Jake’s expression went from mocking to concerned. That was about three nights ago. “I’m sorry, but I haven’t talked to her, Rooster, not since she turned me down and got in her car.”

“At least you saw her get in her car. Alright, I gotta go.”

Curious, Jake wanted to know where Rooster was going because he was feeling worried himself. He didn’t even really know the damn woman, he didn’t know why rooster came to his place, but fuck, he cared.

Slamming his door closed, Jake’s ambivalent mood turned sour. Dorothy Kazansky was hot, she had a mouth filthier than the average aviator, and legs that went on forever. Also, every time he flirted with her, the glares from Mav and any other old timers there were worth it. Plus, that ass would look amazing bent over for him to spank and bite.

Brewing himself some coffee with a stove top percolator, Jake went to his fridge to take out breakfast. This week, it was protein overnight oats with chia and flax seeds for breakfast, quick and easy. Grabbing a spoon, Jake took a bite while waiting for his coffee to finish brewing. It seemed like Dot was probably more trouble than she was worth but Jake had enough experience to tell when someone had sub tendencies. Dot definitely had sub tendencies and Jake wasn’t above teasing her to poke at them. Grinning to himself, Jake decided that he would stop flirting with her to get her in bed for now. But the entertainment that came from teasing and flirting with her wasn’t worth giving up, yet.

****

Some nights were better than others. Some days were worse than others.

Dorothy sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes. The past two days had been hell on earth. Her head hurt, her body hurt, but worst was the phantom pain from her right leg.

Dorothy’s right leg shouldn’t hurt, it was a complete prosthetic leg below her knee. But whenever the nightmares about the crash returned, the phantom pain came back with a vengeance. It was so bad, it hurt to move.

The pills were looking at her from her vanity, mocking her. Percs 10, enough to kill the throb, make it go away, but also make her feel like a zombie. It would make all the pain go away, including the grief for Dad, her career, everything. It had been two years since Dad passed away but whenever the pain was this bad, Dorothy felt fresh new waves of grief. The last time she saw Dad, she was at NMCSD after being transferred from Walter Reed. Dad saw his only daughter crippled in her bed, right leg gone under her knee.

Dad had written her letters and sent her texts, telling his Dot that she was going to be fine. But Dorothy didn’t feel fine, she felt horrible and she was ready to leave home again. Then an image of a sun kissed man with sea green eyes filled her mind and Dorothy cursed, “Fuck.”

Hangman Seresin was going to be a fucking problem.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

Dorothy was out of water too. Grumbling, she finally got herself out of bed. Unfortunately, water was a necessity. Grabbing a bottle of water, Dorothy chugged it before grabbing an energy bar. Biting it, she dropped it as she heard footsteps outside her room. They were faint but getting stronger and Dorothy thought of her options as she clocked her potential weapons next to the bed. Then the door was flung open and Rooster came in.

“Good, you’re alive.”

Dot pulled a hand over her face as Rooster flicked on the light. “What the fuck, Bradley?”

Rooster moved quickly to Dorothy, pulling her in his arms for a quick hug before letting her go. Then he pulled the chair from her vanity and sat down. Dorothy sat back on her bed and looked at Bradley expectantly.

“You went incommunicado for long enough that we got worried. Be happy it’s me and not Mav or your mom.”

Dorothy bit back what she was going to say. Rooster was right; she didn’t want her mom or uncle Mav to see her like this. Instead she watched as Rooster grabbed a bottle of water and one of the pill bottles on her vanity table. Then he came over to her bed and sat on it. “Here Dot, it’s a Perc 5. You need it, I can see how much you’re in pain, princess.”

“Fuck you,” Dorothy grumbled as she took the pill and the water from Rooster. Swallowing the pill, she downed half of the bottle of water as well.

Dorothy felt a sense of shame as she fell back against her pillows. Before the crash, she had her life together, as an Air Force officer and with the help of Kevin. Now, she was a hot mess and if Kevin was here, he would be completely disappointed in her. So disappointed that the punishment would be straight up punishment, not funishment.

“You know, Dot, you’re miserable. You gotta stop beating yourself up and making yourself miserable for what happened,” Rooster started.

“That’s easy for you to say—”

“Dorothy, Kevin left me a letter that explained somethings that went on between you two that he told me to open a year after he passed.”

Rooster felt extremely weirded out; Dot was basically family, like a little cousin. The letter from Kevin basically said that he and Dot were in a consensual dom/sub relationship and that if Dot was still spiraling a year after he passed, Rooster should encourage Dot to join a kink community and possibly find someone to replace Kevin.

Rooster really had no idea what it all meant but given how Dot was starting to withdraw more often, he decided it was time to say something.

Staring at the ceiling, Dorothy bit her lip. “Kevin did tell me in his last letter to me, that I had a year to mourn before he would start to get me together.”

Bitterly laughing, Dorothy turned her head to look at Rooster. He wouldn’t understand, none of them really did; the only people she told were her parents. Kevin was a fellow officer; they had met the first time Dorothy was sent to Afghanistan. Within a week, they knew they were meant for each other. After a year, they went from a vanilla relationship to a BDSM one with power exchange. It was bedroom/home only but it gave the reckless Dorothy the structure she loved and gave Kevin someone to take care of. Then the crash happened and Dorothy was honorably discharged from the Air Force.

Kevin stayed in the Air Force but he got shot while on leave. Exactly thirteen months ago today, he passed away. Dorothy looked at the date on her watch and she sucked in a breath.

Rooster gave Dorothy a hug. “Remember, we are here for you, Dot.”

****

If you had asked Jake a week ago if he would have enjoyed dealing with a bunch of FNGs, he would have laughed in your face.

Becoming an instructor at a Fleet Replacement Squadron (FRS) during this shore duty hadn’t been part of his plans. Jake was still assigned to VFA-151 but on loan to the Dagger Squadron out of San Diego. But they had just finished their latest classified mission and most of the other members had rejoined their previous squadrons. So far, it was just Jake, Rooster, Omaha, Payback, and Halo still left.

VFA-151 was not up for deployment for at least another year and Jake was in no rush to go back to Lemoore. So getting his flight hours with boys who were set to go to VFA-154 and 192 was worth it for him. Now, the workday was over and he was headed to market because his ma had raised a man who could get himself his own groceries. Then he was going to something called a munch.

Jake hadn’t even planned to mention anything about looking for something more permanent to Coyote. He was Hangman; women were never an issue. Shit, the boys in Lemoore were glad he was still in San Diego. Better chances for all of them. But it had come up while Coyote came over for beers before flying back to Oceana.

”So, do you think you’d have a problem if I got back with Phoenix,” Coyote asked while staring out into the San Diego night.

Hangman snorted. So he had messed around with Phoenix a couple of times and so had Coyote. It hadn’t taken long for Hangman to realize that two dominant people like him and Phoenix couldn’t coexist in anything outside of a platonic relationship. Part of him was surprised that Coyote was talking about getting back with Phoenix but Hangman wasn’t going to judge. “No issue at all. She’s not my type either.”

“Please tell me you’re not saying she’s hot-“

“Phoenix is a smokeshow but I like my women submissive and willing to do whatever I want them to do.”

“Ohhhhhhhh.”

There had been a companionable silence before Coyote finally said, “You know, Hangman, you can try something like a munch to meet someone willing to do that for you. That’s how I ran into Phoenix.”

“Oh wow… okay, I had questions but they are now answered, Yote. But what is this?”

Now, Jake was headed to one later, in civilian mode. DADT had been repealed but this was still something he had to be very careful about. But if it was a bunch of bronies and neckbeards, Jake was going to leave immediately and take all of Coyote’s money at pool for the next year.

After changing into a black tee, some jeans, and flip flops, Jake got into his truck and made his way there. It actually wasn’t bad; there were a couple of neckbeards but it was mostly people his age who lived in the area. There were a couple of people Jake knew from base but they all politely ignored each other. It was easy as Jake used his middle name, Chandler; easy to remember but still not his first name or call sign.

However, Jake found his composure shaken when Dorothy walked in. She wasn’t new to this as a bunch of people yelled hi.

“Ohhh, you need to meet Snow White,” the woman to Jake’s left said. He already forgot her name but she had sweet brown eyes. “Snow White hasn’t been around in a while but I have a feeling you two are in similar fields.”

Jake wasn’t paying attention as he watched Dorothy greet everyone else. She hadn’t even realized he was there until the woman called, “Hello Snow White! Over here!”

Dorothy turned around, her eyes blinking in surprise as she recognized Jake. But the woman bounded up to her and gave her a hug. Jake slowly smirked as he realized that Dorothy was Snow White. This night was definitely looking up.

****

Rooster had told Dorothy to tell him no details when she told him she was going out to a kink community event but she felt like he would want to know how this happened. Hangman was sitting next to her and she wanted to snuggle into his heat. But then, Rooster would probably want to haul her back into the house.

Uncle Mav had told her that Hangman got around when he found out that she had been flirting with him. Her mom had helpfully said that Hangman was a younger version of Mav which had made everyone laugh at Sunday dinner last week. Dorothy was far from a virgin but she had needs and she didn’t think the cocky asshole could meet them. Then tonight happened and she was thrown for a loop. She had found Hangman very attractive that first time she played pool with him, but now, she wouldn’t say no if he asked if he could come over.

The munch was coming to a close and Dorothy reluctantly stood up. It felt good to be out and about again but the real world was calling. “It’s good to see everyone again,” she called out as she got ready to give out hugs.

“Snow White, wait for me,” Jake drawled. The slight Texas drawl to his voice definitely had an affect on some of the other people there, to Dorothy’s annoyance. But she just nodded as she finished giving hugs and saying goodbyes.

After finishing, Dorothy turned to Jake, motioning for him to follow her outside. Once outside and over by her car, Dorothy sighed. “You’re the last person I thought I would see here, Hangman.”

“I’d say the same except everyone knows you. But I’m new to this.”

Playing with her keys, Dorothy paused for a second. “New to this?”

“New to actually coming out in public. But to this… no. Just the longest I’ve been stateside.”

Jake closed his mouth as he realized he was starting to ramble. Steeling himself, he moved closer to Dorothy to where they were close but not touching. “Not going to press you but the last time we were at the Hard Deck, you said you’d think about letting me take you out. I know it was a joke but I want you to honestly think about it.”

“Why should I think about it,” Dorothy questioned as she put her hands between herself and Hangman. His cologne smelled so good and the whole vibes, this was so fucking different than pool at a Navy bar. Maybe it was pheromones from something else, something unexplained going on. But Dorothy looked up into Jake’s eyes and those green eyes were like emerald fire.

“I may not have done anything in public before but I can tell there is a good girl inside you looking for someone to tell her what she needs to do.”

Jake brushed a hand over Dorothy’s hair before leaning closer. “When you’re ready, you know where you can find me.”

Straightening up, Jake smirked as Dorothy took in several deep breaths. “Whatever,” she finally muttered before she opened her driver’s side door.

“Get home safe,” Jake instructed before Dorothy gave him the finger. Chuckling to himself, he made his way to his Ford F-150.

****

A week passed since the last time he saw Dorothy. Hangman from a couple of weeks ago would have cut his losses. Jake, however, was willing to wait a bit longer. According to Rooster, Dorothy had VA appointments and other shit that was just a bit more important than him. But Jake was very close to becoming impatient. Then the doors to The Hard Deck opened and it was Dorothy in a pair of sinfully tight blue jeans and a pink tee shirt. Licking his lips, Jake put a toothpick in his mouth as he watched Dorothy make her way over to him.

“Hi darlin’.”

Dorothy rolled her eyes as Hangman checked her out. He looked absolutely delicious in his summer whites, a marked difference from the usual service khakis they wore. Then he stood in front of her, sunglasses hooked on his shirt, pool cue in hand. “Missed you yesterday.”

“I had something more important to do than hangout here,” Dorothy teased. It was true, she had her therapy appointment and it had gone well.

Jake smirked, his green eyes twinkling. “Something more important than me? Sugar, you just hurt my feelins’”

“So dramatic, Hangman. Anyway, I thought about your offer.”

“Ohhh?”

It was just one word but there was a lot of meaning in it. Dorothy bit her lip, noticing how Hangman’s eyes followed her action. Moving closer to him, she whispered in his ear, “Pick me up Saturday at 6 and you’ll know my full answer.”

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♫ pairing: jeon wonwoo x gender neutral reader

♫ genre: fluff, established relationship au, parent au

♫ warnings: food mentions

♫ word count: 0.5k

♫ prompt: “i want to hold you in my arms, without a moment's delay” (17 - pink sweat$, joshua and dk (svt)), for my 300 follower celebration!

♫ a/n: for @januarystars - i hope you like it!!

♫ summary: wonwoo comes home from a business trip only to be greeted by heaps of cuddles <3

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The jangling of keys made your head perk up as you scrambled from your seat at the table, anxious to greet who was at the door, arming yourself with the tissue box on the kitchen table, wary of an intruder.

You let out a sigh of relief, an uncontrollable smile making its way across your features as your eyes met your husband’s weary ones.

“Hi.” You said, breathless.

“Hi.” He stepped towards you, his arms snaking around your waist as he pulled you in for an embrace, not long before a small figure pushed between the two of you.

Wonwoo chuckled, lifting your child in his arms,

“I missed you, my little bean.”

“Why were you gone for so long?” Your daughter, Chara, pouted, leaning her head on his shoulder.

A soft smile etched upon your features as you observed the father and daughter duo in front of you,

You put your hands on your hips, eyeing your sheepish looking 5 year old, “I think the real question is why are you still up, my love?”

“I was waiting for dad to come home.”

“Well, I’m home now. Should we go to sleep? Your dad’s really tired.” Wonwoo suggested, as Chara shook her head adamantly.

“I know you haven’t seen your dad in a week but you can catch up tomorrow when it isn't a school night. It’s late, Chara.” You held out your arms to her as she clung tighter to your grinning husband.

“You aren’t going to help me?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I think it’ll be okay if we watch one movie together before bed.” He winked at you, Chara hopping down from his arms and running to the living room,

“I’ll choose the movie! Dad, you need to get the blankets and popcorn!”

You rolled your eyes, smiling at your daughter hurriedly organising the couch for a night of cuddles and movies.

Wonwoo encircled his arms around your waist again, pulling you close to him so that you were facing him. Placing a quick kiss on your lips, he murmured,

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You leaned your forehead against his, closing your eyes briefly before he released you, taking your hand and leading you to the living room where your daughter was waiting.

“So, what movie are we watching?” He asked, settling on the couch, your daughter squishing herself between the two of you underneath the fluffy blanket.

“Finding Nemo.” She said snuggling closer to her dad, eyes quickly drooping no less than five minutes into the movies.

“I’ll take her to bed.” Wonwoo slowly got up, as you grabbed his wrist.

“Let’s just… let’s stay like this for a while.” As he settled back down slowly, arm around the two of you, as you leaned your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes,

“I’m so glad you’re home.”

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Always be my plus one - part 2

Ok I know that I should use a different gif for each part but I'm not going to. But here's part 2! It's longer than the first part so have fun.

People to thank who are amazing and I owe my whole life to even though I'm probably forgetting someone because I'm the worst: @zinka8 (I CAN FINALLY TAG YOU) @hockeywocs @calgarycanuck @chara-hugs @justjosty anyone who sent in an anon and again I'm forgetting someone so if you helped me with this and I forgot, yell at me.

But here we go! This is about 9k words, and, fun fact, this is also my 5,000th post on this blog, so that's exciting!

Hope you like it!

Read part 1 here!

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New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day

New Year’s Eve is the last day of the Georgian calendar year, marked with celebrations that last well into the next day. Huge parties take place around the world, one of the most notable being the ball dropping in Times Square in New York City, marking the new year for the eastern coast of the United States, televised with Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve hosted by Ryan Seacrest. This special each year includes a packed Times Square, performances, interviews, and general excitement to put whatever happened in the past year behind them. Likewise, in Canada, the CBC has hosted a similar countdown special since 2017, including live music and coverage of festivities in each of the provinces and timezones the country spans.

New Year’s Day is the first day of the Georgian calendar year, again marked with celebrations. In the United States, various parades take place, including the Tournament of Roses Parade in Pasadena, California, or the Mummers Parade in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. In addition, various sporting events take place as well, including the Citrus Bowl in Orlando, Florida, the Outback Bowl in Tampa Bay, Florida, the Rose Bowl Game in Pasadena, California, and the Sugar Bowl in New Orleans, Louisiana, all post-season college football games, and the National Hockey League's outdoor game, the Winter Classic, typical showcasing a major regional rivalry. The day typically includes people already failing at keeping up with their New Year’s resolutions, whatever it was they promised to do every day of the year (such as working out, flossing, getting more sleep) already not going well.

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December 27, 2021

Lucy had insisted Anne go with her to the mall to go shopping when she found out that she was going to a New Year’s Eve party with Tyson’s teammates. Once her older sister found out that Anne’s ‘mystery man’ was a professional hockey player, she went practically bat shit trying to figure out more information about the two of them since Anne had yet to tell her anything.

If only she knew there was nothing to tell.

“Come on, what about this?” Lucy asks, holding up a dress. Anne wasn't sure that it would go past her butt, not to mention the open back and the plunging neckline. Lucy had to know that Anne would never, on any occasion, wear a dress like that. It would look good on Lucy, and Lucy would be comfortable in it, but not Anne.

“No,” Anne tells her, continuing to look through the rack for anything that had more fabric to it than what Lucy was offering her. There was nothing wrong with the dresses, really, and Lucy was normally pretty good about picking things out that Anne would actually like, but something about this being a dress for what sort of was, sort of wasn’t a date with a guy she spilled her coffee all over was making her more nervous than she needed to me.

“But it’s for your man. On New Year’s Eve. It doesn’t hurt to look a little sexy,” Lucy begs, making sure to add a little shoulder shimmy at the word ‘sexy’ for emphasis.

‘He’s not my man,’ Anne wanted to say. But she wasn’t about to spill that secret before Lucy even met him. It would be easier to just tell them they broke up by Valentine’s Day. “Tyson wouldn’t want me to wear anything that would make me uncomfortable,” she lets out instead.

Lucy sighs, pulling out dress after dress to show to Anne. “Ok, how about this: what color do you want to wear and how long do you want it to be?” Anne shrugs, not having thought about it in the slightest. “Well what’s Tyson wearing? Are you matching with him?”

“I don’t think so?”

“Annie!” Lucy practically screams the nickname her family decided they were going to call her, a few of the other store patrons turning to glare at Lucy’s outburst. “How do you not know what your boyfriend is wearing to a Colorado Avalanche New Year’s Eve party?”

'Not my boyfriend' she thought. “I don’t dress him. Do you know what Jason is going to wear for every party?”

Rolling her eyes, she holds up another dress that Anne turns down. “Well, since I’ve known my man since we were in diapers, I know his style, and therefore, know what he could potentially wear before I tell him what he’s going to wear.”

Anne lets out a sigh, wandering away from her sister while she continues to go through what seemed to be endless rows of dresses. Part of Anne wished she was like her sister: lucky enough to find a man that she would love forever when she was young, never having to worry about anything. The other part of Anne wished her family wasn’t so annoying about her finding a man, wishing that Sebby didn’t steal her phone and see Tyson’s name, and that their mom hadn’t come down and jumped to conclusions before she had a chance to defend herself.

“Hey,” Lucy comes up to Anne, “Why don’t we grab some food and then try a different store.” Anne nods, Lucy linking her arm in her sisters before taking her out of the store. “Have you met any of Tyson’s teammates before? I mean, you have to mean a lot to him if he’s bringing around the guys he spends the most time with.”

“He’s told me a little bit about all of them, but I haven’t met them yet.”

“You know this is big, then, right?” Lucy says, finding a line at the food court for them to order from.

Even if Lucy hadn’t picked a place that Anne wasn’t too fond of, her words made Anne lose her appetite. As far as she knew, Anne’s family thought they were dating, which they weren’t, while Tyson’s teammates thought they were friends, which they were. That’s what they had agreed to. They just needed to make it to New Year’s Day and then this would all be over.

Lucy keeps talking, rattling off information about Tyson’s teammates that Anne was sure she had found on their Wikipedia pages, Lucy’s ‘top of her class,’ ‘photographic memory’ coming out while Anne stayed silent.

“Look, Anne,” Lucy says once she gets the food she ordered for both of them, “if he likes you enough to bring you around his teammates, that’s a good thing. Think of it like Jason asking me to go to his soccer games when we were freshmen. He wants you to be at something important for him.”

“I’m not worried about that,” Anne shrugs, “I’m worried about bringing him into the belly of the beast the next afternoon.”

“Why, because you’ll be hungover and Ma and Dad haven’t seen you that way yet?” Lucy asks, smiling with her fork between her teeth.

Throwing her head back and groaning, Anne starts, “No. Ideally, we’ll still be drunk and calling you or Matthew to come to pick us up. Remember what Mom was like when I introduced you all to Andy?”

“Well, yeah, it was hate at first sight. And she was right to feel that way, obviously. If you think Tyson is the ‘one,’ then you’ll be fine.”

Anne chokes on the fries she was picking at when Lucy says that. “The ‘one’? Please. I wouldn’t know if he was the ‘one’ at this point. Right now, he’s my ‘plus one' at best.”

Lucy shrugs, a sly smile on her face as the two of them continue to eat in silence.

The two of them venture to another store, Anne not having high hopes in finding a dress, knowing that she was going to have to resort to wearing something old that probably wouldn’t be very ‘New Year’s Eve’ themed, or borrow something from Lucy, who, albeit having great style, definitely didn’t have anything that she would want to wear. Maybe she could call Stephanie or her cousin Lauren and see if they could pity her enough to let her borrow something.

Lucy went to the dress rack, Anne just wandered around the store. At this point, she didn’t even care if she found a dress; a long shirt would be just fine. She was nowhere near her sister or the dresses, but she saw something out of place, a skirt and sleeves peeking out in the middle of pant legs. She picked up the dress, solid black, which would probably fit her like a glove, off the shoulder. A black choker, which she had, and a nice pair of heels would make the dress perfect. And it was even on sale. Someone had probably put it there in order to hide it, but Anne didn’t know that for a fact, so could she really feel bad about wearing it?

She practically ran through the store to find her sister, grabbing her by the arm to the dressing room despite the stack of dresses on Lucy’s arm that were probably going to end up back on the rack or in Lucy’s own closet.

Anne looked at herself in the mirror, excited for the first time for Tyson to see her on New Year’s Eve wearing something like that. The two had been talking nonstop, but Anne had made it clear they were friends and that she wasn’t looking for anything. If something came along, she would know it, and honestly, she didn’t know it with Tyson.

But picturing him seeing her in the dress gave her a glimmer of hope that it was Tyson, even if he wasn’t the ‘one’ like Lucy had been badgering her about earlier.

“Hey, Annie, come on!” Lucy snaps Anne out of her fantasy, banging on the door to show her, “Jason texted me that he and the girls are going to be home in an hour with dinner so you can’t take all day.”

“You really think putting on this dress is going to take an hour?” Anne huffs, opening the door from the dressing room stall.

“Well, it depends on how many dresses you try,” Lucy starts, cutting herself off when she sees her sister in the dress. “Oh, Anne.”

“You like it?” she asks, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks. It was a simple dress, knit and insignificant. She had no idea why she was so excited about it.

“I do,” Lucy says, coming up behind Anne and resting her chin on her sister’s shoulder as the two of them admire Anne in the mirror. “And you know who else is going to love it? Tyson.”

Anne took in a deep breath, Lucy rubbing her back between her shoulders before she let her get changed back into her clothes. ‘Tyson was going to love it.’ Anne hoped so.

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December 31, 2021

Tyson said he was going to be at Anne’s place at 9:15 to pick her up and drop off stuff at her place to stay over. Since they were going to be together all night, it was easier if Tyson stayed with Anne after the party before needing to drive to Anne’s uncle’s house the next afternoon.

But it was 9:30, and Anne was sitting on her couch, waiting for the boy who was supposed to fake being her boyfriend tomorrow to show up to take her to a party with a bunch of people who had no idea who she was or that this scenario was going to be happening the next day.

How did Anne end up like this? What if he didn’t show up? Why did she let her mom and siblings take over the conversation about her life and let them believe that Tyson was her boyfriend? And why did he agree to it?

Anne gets snapped out of her downward spiral of thoughts by her phone ringing, Tyson calling to hopefully tell her that he was waiting to be let in. “You said you were going to be here at 9:15,” she answers, not letting Tyson say anything.

“Well, traffic,” he explains, “It’s New Year’s Eve and I didn’t want to speed, either, and end up getting pulled over for that. Can you come let me in? It’s cold.”

Anne gets up from her couch, venturing downstairs in the slippers she was keeping on until the last minute. The heels Lucy had let her borrow weren’t uncomfortable, but she wasn’t about to wear them around her apartment building if she didn’t have to. She spots Tyson sitting on the couches in the lobby, going up to him. He was looking down at his phone, but seeing him made her heart race. He had on a white button-down with the top two buttons undone, a black jacket, and black pants on. She goes up to him, resting her hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

Tyson looks up, unable to find the words when he sees Anne. He stands up, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Anne sees this and lets out a small laugh. “Are you ok?” she asks, her nerves of seeing him dissipate while he acts like this.

“You’re,” he starts, letting out a breath as he looks her up and down. He shakes his head, a lazy smile on his face. “You’re beautiful.”

Anne laughs, grabbing his bag for him and leading him back upstairs to her apartment. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“You know,” Tyson starts when the two of them get to her door, “pretending to be your boyfriend really isn’t going to be that difficult.”

“Yeah,” Anne scoffs, putting down Tyson’s bag with a thud by the couch, “and if you keep flirting with me like you mean it, then they’ll really believe you.” Anne’s back was turned to Tyson, so she didn’t see the look on his face, him biting his lip at her words that she thought he was just pretending. “You’re staying over for a night, what the hell could you have brought with you?” she asks him.

Tyson clears his throat, still not over Anne’s little dig about him pretending to flirt with her. He’s been flirting with her since they met, has she really not noticed? “Uh, you didn’t tell me how formal or casual this is at your uncle’s so I just packed a few options.”

“Huh, I never pegged you for a fashionista,” Anne teases, putting on her shoes and coat as Tyson orders the Uber to take them to the venue.

“Apparently you’re never going to peg me at all,” Tyson mumbles, not loud enough for Anne to hear.

“Sorry?”

“Uh, the Uber will be here in a few minutes so we should get downstairs,” he tries to save himself.

“But,” Anne says, locking her door and following Tyson back down to the lobby, “You can pretty much wear anything to Uncle Vince’s house as long as it isn’t a Juventus shirt.”

“Juventus?”

“That’s Napoli’s biggest rival. It would be like me wearing, I don’t know,” Anne says as they both get into the car that had pulled up, “a Red Wings or a Wild shirt to something for you guys.”

Tyson can’t help but smile, even though he knows it’s probably meaningless. Anne had made it clear that the two of them were just friends. But what if, “you like hockey?”

Anne shrugs, looking out the window as they drove into the city. “I don’t hate it, but I couldn’t tell you much about it. I’m more of a basketball girl, honestly.” Tyson scoffs, Anne turning to him. She had a smile on her face, trying to hide the slight insult she felt by the noise he made. “What?”

“Hockey is clearly better.”

“You’re just biased.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong,” he teases her, reaching over and nudging her arm. His hand lingers on her arm for a little bit, not really thinking about Anne’s noticeable settling into his touch. “Um,” he clears his throat, taking his arm back and praying that it was dark enough that Anne couldn’t see the red on his face, “What are your teams?”

“Men’s are the Nuggets, of course, women are the Seattle Storm, and college I go for UConn.”

“Did you go there?”

Anne shakes her head, Tyson admiring the way her hair framed her face, thankful that she was looking out the window instead of at him. “Nope, I went to CU Denver. My dad’s other brother, Johnny, went to UConn, and when I was born, that was around the start of the women’s dynasty that they have. When my dad was away on trips and mom was working, he and Aunt Lisa would watch the four of us and always have the UConn games on. I fell in love with Diana Taurasi, Sue Bird, Maya Moore, Stephanie Dolson. I grew up wanting to play basketball and be like them, so I played basketball.”

“Did you in college?”

“No,” Anne laughs, looking at the building they were pulling up to. “I played until high school, and was definitely not good enough to play in college. I still love it, though.”

Tyson smiles at her, getting out of the car and rushing to the other side to help her out, linking his arm in hers to escort her in. “I love that,” he whispers to her, walking in and thankful that he had Anne on his arm that night.

The guys weren’t necessarily on his case about finding someone the way it seemed like Anne’s parents were, but that didn’t stop the chirping about him never having a girlfriend for as long as he was on the team. They knew she was his friend, but, hey, it was better than nothing.

Anne had no idea where Tyson took her, not recognizing the building they had walked into, but she was speechless at the sight of the grand ballroom, the lighting just dim enough that she couldn’t help but feel at peace, the noise from Tyson’s teammates and their families taking that away and leaving her overwhelmed. Tyson had slipped away to hang up their coats and grab drinks, leaving Anne to fend for herself for the time being.

She knew they weren’t late by any means but based on the sobriety, or lack thereof, that everyone was displaying, an outsider would think that Tyson and Anne had shown up hours late, everyone seemingly on at least their third drink of the night, if not more. Anne worked her way to the side of the room, giving herself a good view of the bar where Tyson was, hoping that he could find her after he was done chatting with whoever it was that had his attention.

“You look almost too comfortable for someone just watching everyone on the side. Who are you here with?” someone interrupts her thoughts. She snaps her attention to the mystery man standing next to her, leaning against the wall and looking out at the crowd as they danced and sang, drank and had fun. He was the same height as Tyson, just about, probably not that much younger but the rosiness on his cheeks made him look years younger than both her and Tyson.

“I’m here with Tyson,” she tells him, waving to the guy who was supposed to be by her side that night.

“You’re the girl who spilled her coffee on him when we went to the hospital for the charity event,” Rosy Boy laughs.

Anne scoffs, “I wish that wasn’t my legacy, but here we are.”

The two of them stand and watch everyone, laughing as some of the kids pretend to chase around the adults, one of them catching someone by the leg as the man pretended to fall down. “That’s our captain, Gabe,” Rosy Boy tells her, “being chased by Naylah, Nazem’s daughter.”

“So, Gabe, Nazem, Tyson,” Anne says, pointing at the only three men of the Avalanche that she knew, “You?”

“Cale Makar.”

“Anne DeFormicola.”

Cale smiles at her, turning his body so he was facing her directly. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Anne could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks, thankful that her hair was down to cover the red that she knew had appeared on her ears. “Uh, are you and Tyson together?” Cale asks, his voice shaking as he prayed he didn’t make the mistake of flirting with one of his teammate’s girls.

“No,” Anne tells him, “We’re just friends.”

Cale lets out a sigh of relief. “Good, I, uh,” he stammers, Anne’s confused look making him nervous despite the smile that was on her face, “I mean, good, good for me. You? Us? I don’t know what I’m saying.”

The two of them laugh together, Anne seeing Tyson out of the corner of her eye. He didn’t look particularly thrilled as he watched her and Cale talking, the distance between them shrinking as the conversation proceeded.

Before she knew it, Tyson was by her side, a glass of wine in hand for her that he practically thrust in her hand. “So, how’s Cale treating you?” Tyson asks, not hiding the discontent he felt seeing Anne and Cale so obviously flirting.

Anne watches Tyson down his drink, a little too fast for her liking, especially considering Cale was obviously uncomfortable by what his teammate was doing in that moment. “Very well, we were having a good conversation.” Anne sips her wine, Cale mumbling something and slipping away. “What was that about?”

“I want you to be careful?” Tyson says as if it were obvious, even though he was lying. He didn’t want to have to see Anne flirting with his teammate all night.

“Of who, Cale? Didn’t you tell me he was the human equivalent of a puppy?” Tyson rolls his eyes, looking over to the bar and already wishing he had more to drink before having this conversation. “What’s the worst he’s going to do? Bite my ankles? Bark when he wants to go play outside?”

“Ok, you’re being mean.”

“And you’re being ridiculous.” Anne studies his face, the way he bit his lip as he tried to find his words. “You remind me of Sebby.”

“Your little brother?” Tyson asks, not really wanting to be compared to him.

“He’s really protective of me. We’re all protective of each other, but he’s especially protective of me. You’re probably the same way with Kacey, right?”

Tyson swallows hard, nodding. “Yeah.” He wasn’t even just friend-zoned: he was sibling-zoned.

“You just don’t want me to get hurt,” Anne reasons, already finishing her wine. It’s not like it was that much in the glass. “I think if anyone was going to hurt me, it wouldn’t be Cale.”

The two of them stand there, watching Tyson’s teammates dancing as the music changed to something more upbeat. On the nearest table, Tyson put down his and Anne’s empty glasses, extending his hand out to Anne in a bid to lead her to the dance floor. Anne hesitates, not really too fond of dancing, but then Tyson smiled at her, raising his eyebrows, and for whatever reason, she felt like she had to go with him.

His hand found the small of her back, holding her close enough that they could still talk over the blaring from the music, his other hand in hers as he tried to get her to move to the rhythm of the song. It’s not that Anne was uncoordinated, but she just wasn’t that great with dancing. “I would have thought you were better at this,” Tyson teases her, looking down at their feet as Anne steps on for what he thought was the fourth time.

“I will gladly go back to my place against the wall and watch you make a fool out of yourself by yourself instead,” she jokes, rolling her eyes as Tyson spins her around.

He pulls her in closer than before, the music changing to a slower song. “I don’t think you want to do that,” Tyson tells her, his forehead pressed against hers. He could kiss her right now if she let him. This was technically their second date, if they considered the coffee place their first. And Tyson did. He didn’t know why he wanted this girl in front of him so badly so fast, but there was just something about her that he had to be with her.

Before Anne could say anything, she feels someone tapping on her shoulder. Pulling away from Tyson, she sees Cale standing there, his hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet. His entire face was red, clearly nervous, as he started, “Uh, sorry, but I was wondering if I could dance with Anne?”

Anne smiles at him, looking over at Tyson to signal that she wanted to. Cale was adorable, and something about him left Anne unable to say no to him. Tyson gives a sad smile, releasing Anne from his grasp. “I’m going to go get another drink,” he says, leaving his date and teammate alone to be closer than they were before. He couldn’t be with a girl that didn’t want to be with him, he thought, downing the drink he got probably too fast. At least tomorrow he could pretend that the two of them were together, pretending that he was hers and she was his.

But for now, he had to watch Anne smiling and staring at Cale, his teammate holding her so close that Tyson wanted nothing more than to be Cale.

Tyson had his back against the bar, watching Cale and Anne dance and have fun when JT came up to him. “Didn’t you bring a date?” JT was the only one Tyson had told about the fake dating plan between him and Anne.

“Yep.”

“She in the bathroom?”

“She’s dancing with Cale,” Tyson says, raising what he thinks was his third drink in their direction. He was praying that they couldn’t get any closer than they were now, but the way Anne was smiling, he knew that was what she wanted.

JT looks between Anne and Cale together and Tyson’s near angry expression as he took another sip of his drink. “Oh, I get it,” JT realizes, Tyson side-eyeing his friend. “You like her, and now you’re seeing her with Cale and you’re jealous.”

Tyson could feel himself start to panic. He did like her, but he wasn’t about to let everyone know that. “No,” he lies, JT scoffing at him. He hated that he knew him so well. “Maybe.”

“Well, then why aren’t you the one dancing with her?” JT asks, Tyson watching Anne throw her head back laughing, Cale burying his head in her shoulder, a smile just as big as hers on his face.

“She wanted to dance with him. What was I going to do, say ‘no?’

“Yes.”

“No,” he rebuts, signaling the bartender for yet another drink. “At least I can pretend to date her around her family,” he shrugs.

“Yeah, until she pretends to dump you because she’s really dating Cale.”

“Maybe in the new year you should try to be more helpful instead of whatever you are now,” Tyson snaps. “Sorry,” he mumbles into the fresh drink he was bringing to his lips, planning on downing it as fast as he got it. If he had to watch Anne dancing with Cale, he might as well be drunk so he can’t remember it in the morning.

“It’s almost midnight,” Cale whispers to Anne.

“Yeah,” she smirks, having a feeling she knew where this was going, especially judging by the way his grip tightened around her waist.

“Uh,” he clears his throat, getting nervous about what he wanted to ask her. “Who are you kissing at midnight?"

Anne can’t help but smile, his innocence endearing to her. Tyson and JT were still watching the two of them dance even though Anne and Cale were too focused on each other to notice. “I think it depends on your answer,” she flirts.

“I was kind of hoping it would be you,” he tells her.

Anne laughs, “Yeah, I got that,” she tells him, running her hand through his hair at the nape of his neck, sending a chill down his spine. “I was hoping it would be you, too,” she tells him, closing her eyes with their foreheads pressed against each other. She almost wished she had spilled her coffee on Cale instead of Tyson, not needing to pretend to date him tomorrow and instead just date Cale and date him for real. It might have been the alcohol or the night that was making her feel this way, but Cale was not a hard guy to like.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Tyson mumbles, not wanting to see Anne and Cale anymore, setting his drink down and leaving the room before JT could protest.

Soon after, everyone began their countdown to midnight, chanting while Anne and Cale stayed silent.

Anne knew Cale wanted to kiss her before the countdown was over. He was hovering against her lips as soon as someone yelled ‘ten!’ She didn’t know what it was about him, but she was ready to kiss him, not waiting for everyone to get past ‘five’ before she connected with him for a second, already wanting more as soon as they started.

Cale pulled away fast, smiling, moving his hands from her waist to cup her face, kissing her as soon as everyone around them was screaming ‘Happy New Year!’ When they finally pulled away, Cale’s entire face was red, and Anne knew that there was some color on her cheeks, too. Kissing Cale was something else, but something was missing. She just couldn’t put her finger on it.

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January 1, 2022

Anne and Cale danced a little longer, some of the guys and their families starting to leave.

“I think I have to go find Tyson,” Anne tells Cale, realizing she hadn’t seen the boy she came with for the better part of an hour.

“Uh, wait,” Cale says as Anne starts to pull away, Anne stopping as Cale smiles at her. He puts on her jaw, tilting her head up to kiss her again. “Can I see you again?”

Anne smiles, biting her lip. “I’d like that. But I really have to find Tyson.”

The two of them start walking around, trying to locate their lost boy. “Are you coming back with us?”

“Us?”

“Tys and I live in the same building,” Cale explains, part of him wanting to ask Anne to go home with him.

Before he can, Anne starts, “No, Tyson is staying at my place tonight. We have something tomorrow. Today,” she corrects herself.

“Oh, ok. Well, then, can I get your number?”

“When we find Tyson because he has the ticket for our coats and my phone is in my coat,” she explains, regretting giving everything to Tyson.

“Anne!” they hear someone yell, turning around to see Tyson stumbling over despite JT trying to help him up. Anne hadn’t told him not to get very drunk out of caution for having to deal with her family in a few hours, but now she was regretting forgetting.

“How much did he drink?” Anne panics, slinging Tyson's free arm around her shoulder.

“When I got to him he was already on four and I think he had at least three more while I was with him. I couldn’t tell you what he had on his own,” JT explains, the four of them getting their stuff and trying to get out while Tyson could barely walk.

Tyson mumbles something, trying to lean his head against Anne’s shoulder while they walked, despite the three-inch height difference that would have been bigger had Anne not been wearing heels. JT asks him to repeat it while he orders and Uber to get Tyson and Anne home. “Anne’s so pretty,” Tyson says, practically screaming it in Anne’s ear.

“Thank you, Tyson,” she says, trying to be as sweet as she could despite her anger she felt for him getting this drunk.

Tyson keeps babbling incoherently, none of them wanting to try to figure out what he was saying while they were waiting in their Ubers.

“Hey, Anne, hand me your phone,” JT asks, trying to reach out to her with his free hand while also making sure Tyson didn’t fall over or fall on Anne. She does as he asks, Cale standing there wondering why he didn’t just do that in the first place. “Text me when you two get back to your place and let me know how he is before you leave for your Uncle’s.”

“Yeah, of course,” Anne says, not even thinking about how he would have known where the two of you were going later.

Before Cale can ask for Anne’s phone, the Uber for her and Tyson pulls up. “Are you sure you’re good to get him back?” Cale asks her while JT gets Tyson in the car safely.

Anne nods, putting her hand on Cale’s bicep to reassure him. “Yeah, he should sober up enough to walk with just me during the drive back. Thank you, though,” she says, giving him a quick kiss before climbing into the car.

“I wish it was me,” Tyson slurs, his head on Anne’s shoulder as the Uber pulls away.

“What’s that, Tyson?” Anne asks.

“I wish it was me that was kissing you.”

Anne looks at him, his eyes closed as he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. “When?”

“At midnight. I wanted to kiss you at midnight. I just hope you didn’t kiss Cale. That would make me sad,” he says, letting out a yawn.

Before Anne could say anything to respond, Tyson was asleep, leaving her alone with her thoughts, and the Uber driver probably hoping they remembered this to tell their friends in the morning. Why would he have wanted to kiss her? They were just friends. They had both made it very clear that everything they were doing was just out of friendship because they both needed someone to be there for the other and just pretend they were something they were not.

This wasn’t going to be like one of those ‘fake dating’ tropes that Anne had read in books when she was a teenager or in rom coms. Those weren’t real life. That didn’t happen.

Anne gets Tyson up to her apartment, surprised that she was able to drag him out of the Uber and balance him long enough that he didn’t fall over and take her with him to the ground. She practically threw him onto her bed, getting him in position so no matter what happened he would be fine. He was asleep almost immediately, a soft snore coming from his lips.

Anne pulls out her phone to text JT that his teammate was asleep, getting herself ready to go sleep on the couch.

The next morning, Anne woke up to Tyson sitting at her kitchen table, already having helped himself to a cup of coffee. “You look like you’re feeling great,” Anne commented, Tyson clearly hungover from the night before.

“Why did I wake up in your bed and not your couch?” Tyson asked.

Anne shrugs, fixing herself a cup of coffee to join him. “You’re my guest and the couch isn’t the most comfortable thing to fall asleep on if you aren’t used to it.”

“You are?”

“I’ve fallen asleep plenty of times while I was reading on that couch,” Anne tells him, wishing she had something to offer him to eat. “Uh, when we get to my uncle’s house, there’s going to be a ton of food so if we didn’t eat now, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.”

Tyson nods, looking down at his coffee. He wished that he didn’t have to pretend to be Anne’s boyfriend. He already wanted to be more, but Cale was already closer to that in one night than Tyson was in how many weeks. “What do I need to know about your family before I meet them?”

Anne starts rambling about her family: her grandparents moved back to New York which was where they grew up so she hasn’t seen them in a while because they’re too old to make the trip out here and she hasn’t had time to make the trip to see them. They were going to her Uncle Vince’s house, her dad’s older brother. He has three kids, Michael, Emily, and Spencer, all of them dating someone. Then there’s Uncle Johnny, her dad’s younger brother, who has two kids, Lauren and Landon, and three grandkids from Lauren: Christopher, Lydia, and Henry.

Tyson didn’t even know if he was going to remember everything she was saying; from the food that Johnny brings just for Landon because of allergies, or the food that was designated as ‘the kid's food’ which was absolutely off-limits unless you were under the age of five years old. The Sam Adams’ beer is only meant for Aunt Lisa and Aunt Laura unless they offer it to you, but the wine is a free for all because it’s guaranteed that everyone of age brought their own bottle anyway, including Anne.

“Wait, but I don’t have a bottle,” Tyson asks, both of them getting up to get ready.

Anne smiles at him, going into one of her cabinets. “You want white or red?” she asks, holding up two bottles. “Because, as you know, I’m partial to red.”

Tyson laughs, taking the bottle of white wine from her, not even sure if he should be drinking anything given the night before. He was just lucky he somehow didn't feel worse despite how much he had. “I knew you were my kind of girl.”

They stand there for a second, neither of them sure how to react or what to do. “We should go get ready,” Anne says, bringing the bottles over to where she kept her keys so she wouldn’t forget them.

She retreats to her room, leaving Tyson to get ready out in the open of the rest of her apartment. That wasn’t a moment they just had in her kitchen, she tells herself. She puts on a pair of jeans, trying to find a shirt suitable enough for her mom to not nag her about, finally settling on a sweater that she was almost sure was Lucy’s that she stole a few months ago.

“Hey, Anne,” she hears Tyson calling her. “Someone’s calling you.”

An unknown number flashed on her screen in Tyson's hand, her forgetting she left the phone by the couch. Normally an unsaved contact was something that she wouldn’t answer, but the Calgary area code, for no reason whatsoever, told her that she had to answer it. “Hello?”

“Anne? It’s Cale. Sorry, I got your number from JT.”

Anne smiles, looking at Tyson who could hear his teammate's voice just loud enough that it made him upset. Tyson’s words from the night before rang through Anne’s mind as she finally answered him back, “Hey, no, it’s fine. What’s up?” Anne goes back into her room to finish getting ready, putting Cale on speaker as she does.

“I just wanted to check on you. And Tyson, I mean, that you were ok with him last night.”

Anne laughs at his nerves, the same ones that came through when they were first talking last night that she was thankful had faded as time went on. “Yeah, we’re fine. We’re getting ready to head out, though.”

“Any idea what time you would be done? I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner tonight?”

She could hear his voice shaking, wishing that she could say yes. “I can’t tonight, but maybe another time?”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” he says, both of them saying goodbye as Anne grabs what she needs to head out.

“You ready?” she asks Tyson. He looked good, a simple black button-down he had paired with jeans. Why did he have to look good? Tyson nods, grabbing the wine while Anne grabbed her keys.

The two of them drive in silence, her phone plugged into her car with Cale and JT’s contacts popping up on the screen on her center console as they were texting her. “I’m glad you got along with some of the guys last night,” Tyson tells her, finally breaking the silence between them.

“Yeah, me too. Especially since someone seemed to enjoy the bar more than anything else,” she teases.

“Hey, the bartender was attractive, and giving free drinks, what was I supposed to do?”

Anne laughs, knowing that wasn’t the real reason he was there the entire night. She didn’t know what that reason was, but it wasn’t because of the looks of the person giving Tyson drinks. “What do you remember from last night?”

Tyson hesitates, really not sure what to answer. “I remember the drinks and you were dancing with Cale at some point.”

“You remember none of the Uber drive back?”

He almost did. He knew he had fallen on Anne’s shoulder, but he didn���t remember getting into the car with her. He wasn’t even sure that Anne was the one that got him in the car. “Not really, no.”

“Ok,” Anne says, partially thankful for that. She wasn’t sure she would want to relive the part of the night, nor did she think Tyson would either.

She pulls up to her uncle’s house, already seeing Lucy’s car and her cousin Spencer's sitting in the driveway. “Ready to enter the belly of the beast?” she asks him, patting his thigh as a sign of encouragement.

Tyson looks out to the house, seeing someone standing in the doorway waiting for them to get out of the car. “We’ve gotta start acting like a couple, now, don’t we?” he says, leaning closer to her across the center console.

Anne rolls her eyes, knowing that he wanted a kiss or something, anything to show Aunt Laura that Tyson was actually her boyfriend. She does kiss him, sweet and slow. Tyson was sure if they weren’t being watched, he would have gone for more, but knowing he couldn’t was killing him. He had to make the most of the time he had with Anne’s family.

When Anne pulled away, she reached up to Tysons face, grazing her thumb along his beard as his hand connected with hers. She didn’t know why, but she kissed him again, their foreheads pressed together as they sat there in her car. It was different kissing him compared to Cale. A good different, and like last night, she couldn't put her finger on why. She almost forgot where they were, startled by Aunt Laura knocking on her window.

Anne’s face had to be bright red, embarrassed that her aunt saw whatever moment, real or fake or whatever that was, while sitting in the driveway of her house. She greets her aunt as she gets out of the car, handing her the two bottles of wine.

“You must be Tyson!” she says, more excited than Anne thought she would be. “Teresa’s told us so much about you, come in, come in,” she gestures. Anne was sure that she would have dragged him in by the collar of his shirt if she didn’t have the wine in her hands already.

Tyson looks at Anne, confused. “I have no idea what my mom could have said to her,” Anne says. Tyson shrugs, grabbing Anne’s hand as she leads him into the house.

Lucy comes running up as soon as Anne steps through the door, a baby that couldn’t be more than a year old in her arms. “Hey there, Hazel,” Anne coos, taking her goddaughter from her sister. Hazel reaches out, grabbing Anne’s hair as Anne winces at the slight pain from the baby’s pull. “This is Tyson.”

“Hi, pretty girl,” Tyson says, Hazel reaching out, squirming to get away from Anne and into Tyson’s arms. “Is it ok if I hold her?” he asks Lucy, waiting for her to nod before Anne passes her off to him.

Lucy pulls her sister aside, a silly grin on her face. “He’s perfect,” she gushes, “Look at him!” Tyson was bouncing Hazel up and down, Hazel shrieking with glee with him.

“He’s not perfect,” Anne says, “but he might be close.” The sisters laugh, Lucy hugging Anne from behind while they continue to watch Anne’s ‘boyfriend’ interact with Lucy’s youngest daughter. Anne wasn’t even sure if she was really pretending as the rest of her family came into her uncle’s house.

Teresa was practically attached to Tyson the entire time, as were Skylar and Harper once Tyson started playing with them. Literally, Tyson was walking around Uncle Vince’s house with Skylar and Harper clinging to each of his legs. Tyson was the center of attention, Anne wishing that it wasn’t because everyone was just finally excited that Anne found a man.

“What do you think of him?” Anne asks Sebby, the two of them watching Tyson and Matthew talking as if there was no one else was in the room. She had heard ‘touchdown’ and ‘linebacker’ come up in conversation, meaning Matthew was going on a rant about the Broncos, something that he did way too often.

Sebby looks him up and down, pursing his lips while he thought about it. “I’m not sure I trust him.”

“Oh, come on,” Anne whines.

“He’s an athlete. And a professional one, at that,” Sebby throws his hands up in defense. Growing up, Sebby was the only one who didn’t really like sports, feeling they were a waste of time when he could be doing something like reading or studying. Sports were only relevant when his siblings were involved, otherwise, he hated them.

“Give him a chance. Please?” Anne begs, not even sure if it were necessary. “He’s not Andy.”

Sebby narrows his eyes at his sister, jumping slightly as Tyson and Matthew start laughing. “Why didn’t you mention him before Christmas?”

“If you remember, I didn’t mention him at Christmas, you did,” Anne scolds him, trying to figure out what story to tell her brother. “And, it was still new. I didn’t want to say anything if it wasn’t going to be something.”

“Is it?”

“Maybe. I think so,” Anne lies. At least, she thought she was lying.

Tyson comes over to Anne while she was talking with Sebby about his upcoming semester, his last one before he graduated from college and hopefully entered law school. He wraps his arms around her, kissing her cheek before resting his chin on her shoulder. “You think I could steal her for a second?” he asks.

Sebby narrows his eyes, Tyson a little thrown off by her brother’s reaction. “Sure.”

Tyson brings Anne into another room, praying that no one would walk in on them. “We didn’t talk about anything we could say to your family about how we met,” he brings up.

“I was planning on deferring that to you since I normally can’t get a word in otherwise,” she admits, even though she hadn’t thought about it before.

“That’s not fair,” Tyson says, looking over Anne’s shoulder to see someone in her family looking at the two of them. “Your family is watching.”

Anne follows Tyson’s gaze, turning and waving at Landon and Lauren. She reaches up and puts her hand on Tyson’s cheek, Tyson taking it with his own and kissing the palm of her hand. “When you see how I get pushed aside at dinner, you’ll understand why it’s fair.”

The two of them continue talking about how they were going to go on with the rest of the day, Anne telling Tyson she was fine with everything he had done so far and really didn’t care if he kept doing it. Anne, not wanting to tell Tyson, liked what he was doing. It felt right for some reason. Was Tyson right that it should have been the two of them kissing at midnight and not her and Cale?

Tyson’s drunken confession from the night before was still ringing in her mind when everyone got called to sit down for dinner. Tyson was still, unsurprisingly, the center of attention. His hand was on Anne’s thigh for most of dinner, Lucy’s eyes never leaving as Anne rested her’s in his. The usual rounds of conversation started, asking Lucy about her medical practice, Jason about Andersen’s, his restaurant that bore his family’s name, Matthew and Steph about work at United, Sebby about how he was feeling going into this last semester of college.

Then the conversation was supposed to turn to Anne, normally swamped with questions about Anne’s lack of love life. Instead, of course, the conversation turned to Tyson.

“How did you two meet?” Teresa asks, giving a smug look to her daughter, “Anne hasn’t told us anything about you.”

Tyson hesitates, figuring Anne wouldn’t want her family knowing they met when she spilled her coffee on him. “I was out with some of my teammates after practice one day,” he starts, hoping that whatever was about to come out of his mouth was good enough. “We were at a coffee shop, and I saw Anne there grabbing something before her shift at the hospital. I saw her smile at the barista when she thanked him for taking her order and,” he looks at her, taking Anne and putting it on the table for her family to see. “Something about that smile of hers I just knew I had to talk to her. I needed her in my life and I’m happy she’s in it.”

He kisses the side of her head, whispering, “we have to remember that story now,” against her skin. When he pulls away, Anne smiles at him, signaling that she would. There was no way she could forget that honestly. Why was pretending to like him so easy?

The conversation stays on him for a little longer, Anne never being asked anything. Finally, Emily stands up with Jimmy, saying they had an announcement. “We’re engaged!” she squeals, holding up her left hand with the ring that she either just put on, or no one noticed as the family congratulated her. Jimmy had proposed at midnight, down on one knee right as whoever they were with said ‘Happy New Year!’

“Another wedding!” Teresa yells, Tony rolling his eyes next to her. He didn’t hate weddings, he hated his wife’s need to spend an extravagant amount of money on a new dress and presents for the couple every time. “And then maybe we’ll have one for Anne in the next year, too, oh Tony we’ll get to plan another wedding.”

“Mom!” Anne scolds, Tyson’s face getting bright red. “That ringing in your ears is not wedding bells.”

The rest of the dinner goes on fine, Anne and her siblings off in one of the rooms while their spouses and Tyson were nowhere to be found.

“I think Tyson’s scared of me,” Lucy says, examining her nails.

“He might just be intimidated by you, Signoria Perfezione,” Anne teases her with the nickname Lucy got when she was little, her need for order prevalent from a young age.

“Yeah, he said that Anne told him how smart you were and he didn’t want to feel stupid around you,” Matthew points out.

“Well, shouldn’t he be intimidated by Anne?” Sebby asks.

“I know you’re trying to compliment me, but your tone says otherwise,” Anne says. “Why don’t you like him?”

The three of them look at their youngest siblings. “There’s something off,” he starts, Anne feeling her heart start to race. “He’s like borderline pretending to be with you.”

“Come on, man, you’re paranoid,” Matthew scoffs, Lucy agreeing.

“I mean,” Sebby explains, “He looks at Anne like he wants to be with her, not like he actually is with her.”

“You’re just over analyzing. We’re together. Probably more together than you and Collins are,” Anne fires back, part of her hating that she was lying to her siblings, the other part of her wondering how much of it was a lie.

Sebby shrugs, “Well yeah, because we broke up.” Anne’s jaw drops, Matthew raises his eyebrows in shock, Lucy the only one to scream and actually make a verbal acknowledgment of what he just said. “Yeah, the other night. She finally blew up over the whole, ‘I don’t want to move to Boston or California,’ thing and said if I wasn’t willing to move to be with her then I wasn’t good enough for her.”

“Oh, I don’t like that,” Anne says.

"Why didn't you tell us," Lucy asks.

"I see how they act about Anne never being with someone," he says, Anne glaring at him. "I'll just find someone in law school and not say anything unless they ask. Plus, I don’t want to be that far away from you guys. Why would I stay with someone who wants me to do that?” he admits.

“Aw, you do like us!” Lucy teases him, her and Matthew tackling him in a hug while Sebby yells for them to get off, yelling louder when Anne joins in.

“Hey, um,” Tyson interrupts, “Sorry, you’re having a moment.”

“No, no, what’s up?” Anne breaks off, going over to him.

“Your aunt said dessert is out,” he tells them, or, rather, tells Anne with her siblings in earshot.

“See, you’re delusional,” Lucy tells Sebby as they walk past Anne and Tyson into the next room.

Tyson looks at her confused, waiting for an explanation. “I think Sebby’s catching on to us pretending,” she shrugs, really not that worried. She and Tyson could talk later about how long this would go on, and if anyone in the family were to find out that it was fake, Sebby would be the one to keep it quiet.

She goes into the next room, leaving Tyson there by himself. “Yeah, pretending,” he says to himself.

#tyson jost #tyson jost imagine #tyson jost fic #tyson jost oc fic #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche imagine #colorado avalanche fic #avalanche #avalanche imagine #avalanche imagines #nhl #nhl imagines #hockey #hockey fics #hockey imagines #nhl fics #tyson and anne

[laurenairay]

Happy Birthday, Darling - C. Kreider

Summary: Chris is worried about getting older, but you remind him why it isn’t a bad thing.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: it’s just fluff really. A little angst?

A/N: Happy birthday 30th Chris Kreider! He’s barely a month younger than me so I had to celebrate lol. Tagging @tippedbykreider​ too because how could I not?

*

“Don't just count your years, make your years count” - George Meredith

Time has a way of creeping up on you. You knew that your boyfriend Chris was feeling strange about his birthday milestone, but any time you tried to bring up his birthday, he changed the subject. So when the big day rolled around, you hadn’t been able to make any plans at all, despite his friends asking, leaving it just the two of you to celebrate at home.

Not that you were complaining, not really, but you had a feeling there was more to it than simple reluctance on Chris’s part – until he was ready to talk about it though, you weren’t going to push. He would tell you in his own time. Until then…

His hands clutched at your hips where you were straddling him on the sofa, your own arms looped around his neck as you slowly kissed, tongues brushing every so often, just enough to send tingles down your spine. It was so easy to lose yourself in his embrace, his soft touches, his sweet kisses, but you had plans today, even if they were the bare minimum.

“Mm, happy birthday, darling,” you sighed happily, breaking the kiss to rest your forehead against his.

“Happy birthday indeed,” Chris murmured back.

You shrieked with laughter as both of his hands squeezed your ass firmly, earning a smirk in return. What a tease. Not yet, mister, save that for later…

“You are insatiable,” you teased.

“Can you blame me?” he shrugged, giving your body an obvious once over.

You couldn’t help but shiver, preening slightly at the attention. No, focus.

“Hold that thought, I need to sort out your birthday cake,” you grinned, standing up off his lap.

“If you light all those candles then we’re going to need a fire extinguisher to put them out!” Chris mused, looking up at you.

You paused in the middle of the floor, glancing back at him. There it was. There was his issue. While you could see the laughter in his eyes and in his smile, a flicker of self-doubt passed over his expression, just as you thought it would. He was worried about getting old?

“I know I joke that you’re an old man, but you’ve only just turned 30, Chris, that’s nothing,” you said softly, turning back around to face him properly.

“I know that, I-”

“Babe,” you interrupting, smiling as you walked back over to him, “You’re not old,”

Chris paused for a moment or two, before sighing heavily, leaning his head back against the sofa once more.

“I’m verging on ancient in the NHL, you know that,” he mumbled, not looking at you.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Chris lifted his head back up as you sat back down in his lap, but his smile wasn’t as wide as before, and definitely didn’t reach his eyes.

“You have years left, if you carry on the way you’re playing, and you’re hardly near Marleau or Chara. You’re still in your prime, Chris, and you know it,” you pointed out.

“Doesn’t feel like it sometimes,” he mused, hands gently squeezing your hips, “Sometimes I wonder why I-”

He squawked in protest as you covered his mouth with your hand, eyes flying wide. You just grinned.

“I don’t want to hear any more of this,”

He started to protest again, with a muffled ‘but’, and you just shook your head with a smile.

“You are 30 years old, Chris, and you’re everything that I could possibly want,” you said firmly

He narrowed his eyes, gently pulling your hand away from his mouth. “Everything you want?” he asked sceptically.

Well shit. There was no point in stopping now…

“Yes, everything,” you repeated, “I know you’re basically the King of Romance and that I’m not good at expressing myself anywhere like you are, but clearly I need to do more of it. Because you are incredible. Wonderful, caring, strong, sexy and beautiful. Being with you makes me feel like the luckiest person in the world, like I’m a better person just by being around you. You’re smart, compassionate, sensitive, and you have the biggest heart. I love you,”

Chris’s lips were parted slightly in surprise, making you huff out a laugh, until he smiled so widely you couldn’t help but to smile back.

“Fuck, sweetheart, way to make me speechless,” he murmured.

You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realise you were holding, moving your hands to rest them on his chest. “I just wanted to know how much I care about you, that’s all. You deserve to know, especially on your birthday,”

Chris slid a hand gently around the back of your neck to tug you down into a kiss, making your body tremble at the sweetness. When he pulled away, his eyes were shining with emotion, a wide smile still stretching across his lips.

“Having you in my life makes me the luckiest person in the world. Damn, sweetheart. I love you too, so much,” he said softly.

Your answering smile matched his, both of you laughing a little at the emotion.

“I think it’s probably time for cake now,” you mused, trying to break the thickness of the moment.

“Hmm, another kiss first,” Chris murmured.

Well you weren’t going to complain about that. One kiss turned to two, to three, to ten, until you’d lost all sense of time, the only conscious thoughts and feelings being of Chris’s lips on yours and his hands slowly roaming your body. Over and over again, until your head was swimming and your blood was singing and your breath was catching in your throat.

“Damn, baby,” you gasped, throwing your head back for air.

But Chris just smiled, his lips moving effortlessly to your neck, another gasp tearing from your mouth as he held you even closer, your body turning to putty under his hands.

“Happy birthday to me,” he grinned.

#my writing #chris kreider #happy birthday you beautiful man #i too felt old when i turned thirty #chris kreider fic #chris kreider x reader #chris kreider blurb #chris kreider imagine #chris kreider fanfic #surprise birthday fic

[1-800-roflmao]

Wash Day Delight Pt. 6

Rating:  General Audiences

WARNINGS:  None

Fandom:  Undertale (Video Game)

Relationships:  (Papyri Harem) Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale) & Reader,  Papyrus (Underfell) & Reader

Characters:  Papyrus (Undertale), Reader, Blue (US Sans), and Mentions of Other AU Skeletons

Additional Tags:  Reader Is Not Frisk (Undertale), Reader Is Not Chara (Undertale), reader is poc, Reader has curly hair,  Undertale Monsters on the Surface, Friendship, Wholesome, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I'm Bad At Summaries, Not Beta Read, Romance if you squint, Subtext, Let Papyrus be Sassy, Edge Is The Unwilling Dad Friend, Idiots in Love, Fluff and Humor, Slice of Life, Blue Is A Little Shit, I Love Him For It

If you prefer, you can read this fic on AO3.

*Reader, it's time to learn how to be spoiled!

PREVIOUS || FIRST || NEXT

It had been a mad rush after confirming she would be going to the skeleton household today.  Or at least she rushed as much as she could and thankfully her muscles were loosening up the more she moved.  While she was going over to bathe and do her hair, she refused to not at least freshen up a bit.  She did just that best she could with a damp rag, some soap, and deodorant.  A quick splash of water on her face and she deemed herself fresh enough for now.  Grabbing a towel, she patted herself dry before she began her multitasking adventure to get dressed and pack her “overnight” bag.  

Eyes raking over her counter, taking in all her products, she found herself blanking on just what products she should go with today.  Usually, she had more time to choose at her leisure.  She couldn’t realistically drag everything with her.  Okay, maybe that wasn’t so true anymore considering the things she has seen the skeletons store in their inventory decks.  Just how that worked she still had no clue.  Monster tech and magic was amazing.  

“I’ll just go with what my hair needs,” she decided and looking into her mirror, she scrutinized her locks and looked for any obvious damage.  Next, she reached a hand up to feel at her curls and pulled one to see how well it sprung back.  Last, she checked her scalp and found some build up, but thankfully no dandruff patches on the skin she could see.  “Moisture and clarify it is,” she stated her final decision and quickly plucked the needed items and product.  She added her body soap, butter, and scrub as well.  

With the toiletries out the way, she dashed back out to her room and placed the bag on her bed.  Her legs burned each time she had to bend over to collect strewn clothes and her arms twinged as she chucked said garments into her hamper.  Floor cleared, she picked out her change of clothes for later--just something comfy to lounge in--and threw on something quick for now.  It didn’t match, but oh well.  Not like she’d be wearing it for long. 

She’d skipped wearing a bra.  She had no plans to wear a bra period today and that was not changing!  Running around her apartment and completing little chores, she found herself reneging on the decision.  She was going over to someone’s house.  Why did it feel rude to skip an undergarment?  Papyrus was her best friend and she was cool with the rest.  Some little voice reminded her that it was a house full of men she was going to.  Skeleton men mind you, but men nonetheless.  Foot tapping as she put away her last cleaned dish, she huffed with a little stomp of her foot before marching back into her room.

“A bralette should do,” she sighed as she dug out an acceptable compromise.  It would be enough to appease the surprising prude in her.  No sense in torturing herself when she was supposed to be relaxing.  The girls now contained, she slipped her shirt back on, and checked her phone for the time.  Time had really flown and she only had a few more minutes.  She spent those last few minutes stripping her bed and replacing the sheets, pillow covers, and comforter with a new set.  She would start a load of laundry, but horror stories of fires starting or soapy flooding from unattended machines held her back.  She’d just have to do it tomorrow.

Smoothing out the sheets and arranging her pillows one last time, she nodded in satisfaction before checking her phone once again.  Time was up.  Grabbing her bag, she left her room to wait in the living room.  Blue and Pap were quite proud of their punctuality and the two would be here any minute surely.  Minutes ticked by while she busied herself on her phone.  She’d even gotten a text back from Coffee confirming he was fine drawing a better reference for her, so long as she modeled for him.  Well, she was going over anyway, why not?  She agreed and all he sent back was a smiley face emoji.  It was somehow intimidating.  How? She had no clue.   Maybe she should have asked for details.

Her eyes wandered to the clock on her screen.  Sighing, she pushed her irritation and worry aside.  She wondered if this would become a trend.  The reasonable part of her knew the two could not always be expected to be perfect all the time.  No one is perfect.  Consistent, but not perfect.  “But would it kill them to send a text at least,” she griped as she stretched out on the couch so as to avoid pacing and working nerves.  Placing her phone down face down on the floor beside her, she settled and closed her eyes.  She focused on the sound of her house settling around her and nature just past her walls.  

She stayed like that, nearly dozing off, until a knock at her balcony door had her jolting awake and gasping as a shock of pain shot through her stiffened body.  Sitting up, she peeked over the back of the couch with squinting eyes.  She was sure she very much resembled a gremlin poking its head up at that moment.  Chuckling at the amusing image that painted, she let her expression relax as she saw her two escorts waiting to be let in. 

It took a minute to get up and open the door for them with her muscles having stiffened up.  From the look the two were giving her, she guessed it was obvious how much she was struggling.

“PAPYRUS, WHAT DID YOU AND EDGE DO TO HER?!” Blue fretted, gloved hands reaching out to steady her and take some of her weight.  His big, round eyelights were a bit wobbly as they flitted from her face to down her body.  Did she look that bad?  

“I’m fine, Blue,” she assured with a little laugh, “Just a little stiff and sore.”  He didn’t look convinced and Papyrus was looking worried now as well.  Oh no.  “Seriously, guys!  I’m fine!  Or I will be, humans just take time to recover from a hard workout like those two gave me last night,” she elaborated, hoping she wouldn’t have to go into the details about human muscles and how they work.  She just wanted her spa day to start.  Silence greeted her and she looked between the two as they shared a long look before nodding.  “Guys-!!!?”  Her question was cut off with a surprised yelp as large skeletal hands gripped her under her armpits and lifted her off the ground.  

“IT HAS BEEN DECIDED!” Papyrus declared as he carried back over to the couch and deposited her on the cushions.  “TO MAKE UP FOR AND REWARD YOU FOR LAST NIGHT, YOU WILL NOT LIFT A FINGER TODAY,” he stated it with such confidence.  She swore she saw sparkles around him.  

Dumbfounded, she could only stare as Blue piped in with just as much enthusiasm.  “YUP! WE’LL TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING!” he was already moving and she could hear him rifling in her kitchen, “AND WE’LL START WITH THE CHORES THAT YOU WERE PLANNING TO DO BEFORE HEADING TO THE HOUSE.”  Chores?  They were actually going to do them for her? Seriously?  Her lips parted to assure them they really didn’t have to, but a warm mug filled with chocolatey goodness and marshmallows shoved into her hands stunned her into silence again.

“YES.  SO, JUST RELAX,” Papyrus had knelt down to be on eye level with her after taking the throw blanket from off the back of her couch and wrapping it loosely around her shoulders.  “LET US TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING.”  The words were a request, but the tone was a command.  Breaking away from his eyelights, she stared down into her mug as she thought it over.  She wasn’t used to having things done for her.  More specific, she wasn’t used to being spoiled.  She knew how to take care of herself by the time she was eight and even take care of her siblings in some cases.  

Naked phalanges entered her vision before the digits gently tipped her head back up by her chin.  Forced to look into Papyrus’s imploring sockets, she worried at her lip.  “Let Me Take Care Of You, Please?”  Oh.  Oh no.  That should be illegal.  She could feel warmth blooming in her chest and she hoped the gods would be merciful enough to not let her fluster show.   

A deep breath in and slowly let out, she offered an unsteady smile, “Okay, Papi.”  Papyrus practically lit up the room with his pleased smile.  She was doing good until someone cleared their throat and suddenly she remembered that they were not alone.  There went any hopes that she wasn’t a blushing mess.  She regretted peaking at Blue from the corner of her eye as he had quite possibly the biggest shit eating grin on his skull as he sent her waggled his brows teasingly.  She drowned her embarrassment in hot chocolate in hopes the mug was big enough to hide away her burning cheeks.

Blue must have felt merciful today as he asked for a quick rundown of what needed to be done and she filled them in.  He hummed, eyelights rolling to the ceiling, “SHOULDN’T TAKE MORE THAN AN HOUR THEN.  MAYBE LESS!”  He waved to Papyrus, urging him to get up and get started, “LET’S GET STARTED!”  Blue’s sockets seemed to curve as that teasing lilt returned, “PAPI~!” She about choked on her hot chocolate.  That little sh-!  Hiding her pout behind the mug, she sent a little glare the gremlin’s way and he just beamed innocently like he had done nothing wrong.  

The nickname had started as a play on his usual nickname “Papy” and it stuck after she found she couldn’t stop herself from pronouncing that way after one too times.  Whether Papyrus was even aware of the word play was unknown, but Blue, Cash, Mal, and Wine had made it obvious they knew what she was saying.  And all of them loved teasing her for it.  

Papyrus patting her knee brought her out of her brooding as he agreed they should get started and gave her one more firm reminder to stay put and if she needs anything, to call for them.  With that, she was left to nurse her hot chocolate as the two bustled around her home and every now and then they would ask where something was or went.  Comfortable chatter filled her small home.  At some point, Papyrus traded her empty mug  with a simple breakfast of steamed rice and a fried egg.  Something so simple somehow tasted so much better in that moment.  She ended up dozing off after that and they didn’t wake her until it was time to go.  

○●○●○●○●○

Blue had been the one to gently nudge her awake, “We’re All Done, Sleeping Beauty,” he teased.  An amused laugh burst past his teeth as the sleeping human swatted at his hand and tried to turn away.  All she accomplished was smooshing her face into the fabric of the couch she laid on and right in the little wet spot that had formed from her drool.  Edge had once told them that cats sometimes drool when they are very content.  If humans are anything like felines, then he was flattered she felt so comfortable around them, but he needed her to wake up.  He’d rather not move her in her sleep and have her disoriented and confused at the drastic change in scenery.

He poked a gloved phalange into her cheek firmly, “YOUR SPA DAY IS WAITING,” he urged.  She only made a disgruntled little noise, brows pinching and eyelashes twitching.  “PAPYRUS CAN’T SPOIL YOU IF YOU DON’T WAKE UP~” he goaded, voice low so his fellow skeleton didn’t hear.  Papyrus was currently finishing up folding the dressings for her bed.  She mumbled something incoherent and he blew a raspberry before finally just pinching her cheek and pulling.  That did it as her eyes flew open and she jerked to an upright position with a noticeable cringe.  Whoops.  He just offered an apologetic smile as she leveled an irritated glare his way.  

Soon enough, her glare eased and she looked around curiously, “Y’all are done already?” There was disbelief in her voice.  

“YUP,” Blue just shrugged and grinned as he straightened up.  A little magic goes a long way.  Normally, Papyrus would have been against using magic to speed through chores, but he was just as eager to start their human’s spa day.  It was honestly adorable seeing the two interact and he felt a little bad for his brother.   He had some stiff competition.  Heh… “stiff.”  He snorted at his little inside joke and found herself snorting again at the confused and concerned expression she was currently wearing.  He waved off her concern, “SO, ARE YOU READY TO GO?”

Her eyes narrowed as she lifted a brow, but didn’t dig or push him to explain.  Instead, she sighed and gestured to her abandoned bag on the floor next to her sofa.  “As ready I think,” she answered, voice a little unsure.

“DO YOU THINK YOU FORGOT SOMETHING?  I COULD GET IT FOR YOU,” he offered as he picked up her bag and set it on the couch just beside her.  He watched as she took a moment to think.  She was worrying her lip again and he clicked his teeth to get her attention.  As soon she was looking, he gestured to his mouth and she reluctantly released her abused lip.  

“Thanks, Blue,” she laughed as he just gave her a thumbs up, “but I’m honestly not sure.  I tried to cover all my bases and packed as much as I could without taking my whole house with me…”  He could feel that the bag was heavy.  Did humans need so much to take care of their hygiene?  Or was it simply because it was a special occasion?

“WHAT HAVE YOU PACKED SO FAR?” he questioned, nudging the bag curiously.

“Shampoo and conditioner obviously.  But my hair was looking a little dry so I included a hair mask.  Then I have my leave-ins, oils… stuff for bathing…” she trailed off as she listed what she could remember throwing in the bag, squinting at said object as she spoke like it could tell her what it contained.   

Meanwhile, he could feel his eyelights swelling as she continued, “GOLLIE!  AND YOU’RE STILL UNSURE IF YOU HAVE EVERYTHING?” He found himself thankful he didn’t have hair or skin.  It sounded like a lot of maintenance.  

“Well… I just didn’t want to be rude and bring too much,” she started and his sockets widened in realization as she elaborated, “Like I wouldn’t mind doing a body scrub or bringing a bath bomb.  Y’know, pamper myself a bit?”  There was a moment of silence before his eyelights formed into stars as she sent her a brilliant smile.  

“WE INVITED YOU OVER TO PAMPER YOURSELF, SILLY!” he laughed.  She was pouting as he reprimanded her goodnaturedly.  “NOW!  TELL ME WHAT ELSE YOU NEED AND I’LL GET IT,” he demanded.  A few more assurances that it was fine and she was giving him directions to said items.  Back and forth, he would retrieve an item and show it to her for approval before adding it to her bag.  On his last trip back, he nearly ran right into Papyrus who had finished putting up her now clean bed linens.  

“OOF! SORRY PAPYRUS!” he apologized as he dodged the taller skeleton and kept going.

“WHAT’S THE RUSH?” Papyrus questioned as he closed her bedroom door once they were both through and followed after the blue bolt.  

“OH! AM I RUSHING?! SORRY,” Blue gasped, forcing himself to slow down and move at a more reasonable pace.  Stopping by the couch, he showed her the last item and she nodded.  He deposited it into the bag and zipped it closed.  Lifting the bag experimentally, he found it not too heavy to carry.  At least for him, it wouldn’t be difficult. 

“Blue was helping me pack a few last minute things, Papi,” she explained after the curious look Papyrus had given them, “and that was the last one.” 

Blue laughed as Papyrus went to pick up the bag and while he seemed to lift it easily, he still made a noise in surprise at the heft.  “WOWIE! ALL OF THIS IS FOR YOUR HAIR?!” he exclaimed in amazement and soon enough, their human friend was laughing along with Blue.  In between laughs, she managed to explain that not all of it was.   Papyrus seemed to be vibrating in excitement by the end and it had the other two occupants of the room curious what had him so excited.  “HOW THOUGHTFUL OF YOU TO MAKE SURE WE HAVE EVERYTHING TO PROPERLY TAKE CARE AND PAMPER YOU THIS EVENING!” his proud  words seemed to burst from him.  

Blue could only blink at his companion before looking over to the human who was once again in a stupor.  Finally, an intelligent “Huh?” dropped from her lips.  She had looked to him for some explanation, but he just shrugged.  He wanted to see where this went.  Not getting an answer from him, she looked back to their towering, practically glowing companion.  “What do you mean, Papi?” she pressed gently, leaning towards the skeleton in question.

Without hesitation, Papyrus did not disappoint, “GOODNESS, YOU MUST BE IN WORSE SHAPE THAN I THOUGHT IF YOU FORGOT ALREADY.” His words held genuine concern and Blue managed to smother a little snort, determined to hear this out.  “I TOLD YOU THAT WE WOULD TAKE CARE OF YOU.  AND YOU AGREED TO LET US DO JUST THAT!”  

Blue’s eyelights were widening as listened and he could see the human was reacting in much the same fashion as she came to the same realization.  Making eye contact with her, he grinned and his sockets curved with how wide his smile was.  He could see the betrayal in her eyes as he chirped in, “THAT’S RIGHT.  YOU’RE NOT LIFTING A FINGER IF WE CAN HELP IT.”  She looked so overwhelmed and lost.  “GET READY TO SPOILED ROTTEN!” he finished, pointing dramatically at her and Papyrus joined in.  

For a while, she was doing a very impressive impression of a fish out of water before snapping out of it and finding her voice.  “Wait!” she held her hands up, palms out to signal mercy.  He could see the gears in head turning and once glance between the two, he could see her giving in as she slumped.  “I know better than to try and change your minds,” she laughed, lips quirked to one side in resigned amusement, “BUT.”  She held up a single finger as her lips pressed into a determined line, “I have to set boundaries.”  Her brows lifted as her head tilted, signaling them to respond.

“UNDERSTANDABLE,” Blue chimed in, placing his hands on his hips.

Papyrus nodded along, “OFCOURSE, WE WOULDN’T WANT YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.”

Their human sucked in a deep breath before letting it slowly.  “I can bathe myself,” she stated simply.  Blue wanted to laugh, but he understood why she would be worried they might take it too far.  While he was sure Papyrus wouldn’t have tried, he couldn’t say the same for some of their housemates.  Both nodded and she sighed, relaxing back against the couch.  

Papyrus was worrying his hands and Blue looked from his fidgeting hands up to his face, “SOMETHING ON YOUR MIND, PAPYRUS?”  He was ready to get going and had already shouldered her bag as he felt out a shortcut.  

“WELL, I WAS JUST WONDERING IF WE COULD STILL HELP WITH HER HAIR…” he braided his fingers to stop them from fidgeting.  How had it skipped Blue’s mind that most of the Papyri were borderline obsessed with her hair.  Sadly, they had stopped trying to get their hands in it after Cash had told them she and humans like her with curly hair don’t like their hair touched by others.  He’d said she had told him last he tried and he had heard it in gossip as well.  But all that aside, this was the opportunity of a lifetime for Papyrus he realized.  No wonder he was so hyped up.  Looking at their curly haired friend, he was surprised at the soft smile she was sending Papyrus.

“Of course, you can help me with my hair, Papi,” she assured gently and lifted a hand to play with the curl at the end of one of her braids, “What’s a spa day without a trip to the salon?” she winked.  She took a moment to click her tongue as something else occurred to her, “Plus, I don’t think my arms are to the task anyway…” she admitted.  

Blue didn’t have to look at Papyrus to know he was practically shining in joy and soon enough his companion was sweeping their human into a twirling hug.  He could hear laughter turn into a groan and Papyrus was quick to adjust his hold so he wasn’t crushing her.  Once the two had settled, Blue approached and wrapped his fingers around Papyrus’s humerus.  “TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND CLOSE YOUR EYES, BEAUTY” he instructed, chuckling as she stuck her tongue out at him before doing as told.  He would have teased her for pressing her face into Papyrus’s chest, but he needed to focus.  “HERE WE GO!” he warned, mainly for their human companion before the living room was left abandoned as they made one more trip through the void.   

NEXT

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[underimagines]

Commission - A Day Out

Mob/Mafiatale!Asgore, Chara, and Sans Part 2 to THIS commission! 

“After recovering over the next few weeks/months/whatever and slowly turning into a full on Boss Monster, they go out on their first date. How does their evening go?”

Fandom: Mobtale/Mafiatale  Pairings: Asgore/Reader, Sans/Reader, Chara/Reader  Length: 3k (1k per Scenario)  Rating: T+

For @jainwolfe! Thank you for commissioning me once more!

Mob/Mafiatale-Asgore:

“Is this what it feels like to be royalty?” You laughed nervously, twirling a lock of hair around your clawed finger. “Being watched all the time?”

Asgore gave you a soft smile but sighed all the same. “I can’t say that it’s not similar. How are you feeling? If you want to go back home, then…”

“No!” You said it quickly, too quickly, then took a breath and tried again, “No. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Just got to get my bearings first.”

He nodded understandingly. “Take your time.”

This was a unique situation, and it called for patience, which Asgore had plenty of. He watched you shuffle in place for a moment, brushing your paws over your furry snout. You pushed the tuft of fur hanging between your floppy ears out of your eyes and gave a deep, shuddering sigh.

It was strange, seeing you like this. You looked so much like him. And Toriel. But he could still see you, under all that fur and fluff. Especially when you gave him that awkward, lopsided smile he knew so well.

“Alright, I think I’m good.”

“We’ll take it slow.” He offered you his hand, gently. You took it, with only a moments hesitation. But that was okay. No matter how much time you needed in order to deal with this, he would be there by your side. This time, he’d be there for you.

This time, he’d be able to protect you.

Hand-in-hand, you stepped out of the store and back into the streets. You flinched under the glaring sunlight beaming down from the bright blue sky. It was a beautiful day, but to you it just felt like way too much. There wasn’t a cloud to be seen.

“So, where are we off to today?” You asked quietly, leaning into his side as you made your way down the sidewalk. You kept your eyes pinned to the ground, too nervous to look up and see if anyone was looking at you again. Asgore carefully shifted the bag full of freshly baked bread on his free arm, to check the list he’d made.

“We have to stop by the florist to get some more seeds for the garden.” He tucked the little piece of paper away and glanced down at you, smiling. “What do you think we might need more of? I’ve had my eye on some sunflower seeds for a while.”

“Sunflowers are fine.” You replied in a small voice.

Asgore sighed to himself. He looked forward to the days when you would be able to talk with him again, without fear of drawing attention to yourself.

But he understood your reluctance. Even now, there were Monsters and humans alike watching you walk down the street together, their eyes following your every movements and their jaws slack in awe. He wanted to ask them, politely of course, to keep their eyes to themselves.

Ever since what had happened had happened, rumors had been flying through the city streets.

He led you quietly down the streets, your arm tucked against his own, shoulders pressed together like sardines in a can.

The florist was open, thankfully. And from the looks of it, there weren’t many customers at the moment. Which was lucky for both of you, because neither of you wanted to deal with a crowd right now.

Asgore looked down at you, a soft smile creasing his face as he placed a hand on your elbow. “If you’d rather wait outside, I’d be okay with that.”

“No!” Your grip on his arm tightened. “I mean. I want to stay with you. Please.”

He sighed, in relief more than anything. “Okay.”

As the door swung open, the florist perked up from behind the counter. “Hello! How can I help…”

Their voice trailed off as they stared at the two of you, wide-eyed and frozen. You wondered what you looked like to them. The King of Monsterkind, and his Boss Monster hybrid partner. What a freak-show.

“Why don’t you go look at some of the flowers?” Asgore whispered softly against your ear. “While I conduct the business side of things?”

“Okay.” Reluctantly, you unwound yourself from his embrace and headed over to the aisles of flowers and plants lining the walls, while Asgore straightened his shoulders and headed towards the counter.

You were nervous at first, being away from his side. Though the distance was small, it took everything in you not to just run back to hiding behind him.

But as you traversed the aisles of flowers, you found yourself beginning to relax. The atmosphere of the flower shop was extremely comforting. All the scents, colors, and different kinds of plants made you feel safe. Like you were walking through a giant garden. It reminded you of home, and the garden that you and Asgore had planted together.

You stopped in front of a pot of Amaryllis flowers and looked over the tag. Each one had the meaning of the flowers written on them.

“Worth beyond beauty.” That struck a chord with you. As a human, you’d considered yourself okay looking. But now, as a Boss Monster, your appearance was something you were having the biggest troubles getting used to.

You didn’t notice Asgore approaching you until his shadow stretched over the section of shelf you were standing at.

“Do you like those flowers?” He asked gently, leaning in to place his chin against your shoulder. “Amaryllis, yes?”

“Yeah.” You couldn’t help but blush because of how close he was. “They’re very pretty.”

“Then I’ll buy them for you.”

You turned with a gasp. “No, you don’t have to!”

“I want to.”

You fidgeted in place, nervously, but eventually gave in and let Asgore take the plant up front.

As you walked out of the florist, arm-in-arm, you clutched the little pot of flowers close.

Maybe one day, you’d be able to view yourself in the same way that people viewed the Amaryllis.

With worth beyond the boundary of beauty.

Mob/Mafiatale-Sans:

“Sans, I feel like everyone is staring at me.”

He glanced up, to see you tugging at your hat, trying to pull it down over your face. Your other hand was wound with his own, fingers intertwined. You glanced around nervously, shrinking beneath the curious stares and open-mouthed gawking of the nosy crowds.

Too nosy, he thought to himself.

“can you blame them?” He shrugged, giving you one of his signature lazy, lopsided smiles. He quickly added a wink when he saw the hesitation in your eyes. “they’ve probably never seen anyone as beautiful as you before.”

“Sans—!” Your cheekbones flushed a pleasant pink color, which you quickly hid beneath gloved hands. “Shut up, you know that I’m not…”

You shifted your weight a little, staring hard at the ground. Your tail swept across the sidewalk, thumping against the concrete anxiously.

“not what? cute? adorable? amazing? because i’d hafta disagree there.”

Maybe humans thought you looked a little weird. But Sans had never seen a more beautiful skeleton…whatever you were. Not a normal skeleton, definitely. But strong, with spines and claws, and big sharp fangs. Even for someone made entirely out of bone, you exuded raw power.

But beneath all that, he still saw you. He saw it in your smile, and the way you blushed, and how you’d fidget nervously. He heard it in your voice. He watched it surface when you walked, how you sat, how you did just about anything. Even in this new, strange body, he knew you were still the you that he’d fallen in love with.

And to him, that was beautiful.

“i’ll always love you a skele-ton.”

You bit back a snort, and the edges of your lips curled back in a smile.

He grinned, knowing that he’d gotten you there.

“what? don’t tell me you don’t like my ribbin’ anymore?”

“Sans, please.”

“tibia-honest, maybe you’re right. these ones are getting a little stale. i’ll have to think up some new ones, but it’ll be hard to marrow it down.”

You shoved his shoulder lightly, rolling your eyes. The gleaming multicolored lights danced in your sockets as you grimaced at his terrible humor. Which, of course, only made him smile even wider and give you a playful shrug.

“y’know what my brotha’ always says. i’m a real numb-skull.”

“You are.” You smiled. “But you’re my numb-skull.”

Now it was his turn to flush, the pink color dancing across his cheeks for just a moment.

“yeah, i really am. n’i couldn’t be happier ‘bout it.”

As you walked down the street, side-by-side, he reached for your hand. Sans wasn’t usually a big PDA type of guy, but today, he was feelin’ kinda bold. Hand-holding bold.

You paused as you felt his fingers intertwine with yours. Now that you were mostly skeleton, the feeling was so different from when you were a human. There was no soft skin against hard bone. You were the same now.

And it was oddly comforting, in a way.

“so, whatcha wanna do today?”

“Mm.” You scratched your chin in thought. “I’m not sure. It’s been a while since I was out. Is there anything good happening around town right now?”

“nah.” Sans actually had no clue, but he wasn’t about to put in the effort to go investigating. “say, how about we stop by grillby’s? my treat.”

“Sans, we always go to Grillby’s!” You said it with annoyance, but there was still a smile on your face.

“what’s not to love? good food, spending time with friends, a warm atmosphere.” He looked up at you and winked lazily. “it’s perfect for dates.”

“Papyrus would say otherwise.” You teased him, gently nudging his shoulder with your own.

“that’s because paps has too delicate of a palette.” Sans shrugged again. “y’know, i think he secretly likes grillby’s. he’s just too stubborn to admit it.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night!”

You giggled as he led you down the street to his favorite restaurant. He kept the small-talk up the entire way. It was a nice break from all the staring and strange looks you were getting. Having Sans there with you was the biggest distraction you could have asked for.

But as you reached the doorway, you found yourself hesitating.

Sans turned, his hand on the knob. He looked up at you, a bit of worry creasing his features. “something wrong, babe?”

“I just…” You tucked a strange of ectoplasmic hair behind your nonexistent ear. “How will everyone react, seeing me like this? I look so weird now. And different. What if they think I’m creepy? What if they’re intimidated because I’m a Boss Monster? What if—”

“hey, hey! slow down.” Sans held his hands up, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his skull. All that anxiety was starting to affect him, too. “you know these guys. they’d never speak ill of ya. more than likely, they’ll all just be happy to see that you made it out okay.”

“How can you be so sure?” Your claws tightened in the fabric of your blouse, and he could see the tension in your shaking hands.

“because, i’m a regular. have been for a long time now. i know grillby’s like the back of my hand.” As he spoke, he lifted up his free hand, and offered it to you. “just trust me. everything’s gonna be okay. i promise.”

Sans wasn’t big on promises he wasn’t sure that he’d end up keeping. But this was one that you both knew that he would.

After a moment’s hesitation, your expression grew determined. “Okay. I trust you.”

His grin widened as you slipped your hand into his own. The sensation of bone against bone was strange, but also oddly comforting somehow. Human, skeleton, Boss Monster. He didn’t care what form you took. He loved you all the same.

Hand-in-hand, he led you into Grillby’s, knowing that this place would never let him down.

And he’d never let you down, either.

Adult!Mob/Mafiatale-Chara:

“This is a bad idea.”

They couldn’t help but agree with you.

Chara was not the kind of person who liked to stray far from home. But it had been a while since you’d last been on a date together, and they weren’t willing to let you stay at home and mope over your predicament any longer. You needed to get out, both of your shell, and out of the house.

Still, as you walked down the streets, side-by-side, they weren’t oblivious to the stares you were receiving. It was understandable, given your new form. A side-effect of the transformation process over-going your soul. Chara didn’t find it nearly as inconvenient as you seemed to, however.

Pinpointing what exactly you had become after those weeks in the hospital was difficult. You weren’t exactly human. But not entirely Monster either. Some sort of mix of both. If they were still a child, Chara would have had no doubt that they would have been jealous of you. But now that they’d grown considerably, both emotionally and physically, they found themself pitying you instead.

But you didn’t deserve that.

They watched you duck your head, trying hard to ignore the way people were gawking at you as you sluggishly made your way down the street.

Chara sighed and slid their hand down to meet yours. With a gentle squeeze, and a soft smile, they assured you of their presence. Satisfaction followed, watching the tension drain from your face, as you returned their sentiment with a squeeze of your own.

“Things are going to be okay.” They mumbled gently, trying to assure both you and themself. “We will get through this, together.”

“I know.” You sighed. “It’s just hard, getting used to all these…”

You lifted your free hand, clenching and un-clenching your clawed fingers into fists. “Changes.”

“If it’s any consolation, I would give anything to be in your position right now.” Ah, that wasn’t the right thing to say. They watched you flinch, and quickly followed up with, “Not what you underwent, of course, but. To know what it’s like to be part Monster. It’s always been a dream of mine.”

“It’s not much different from being a human.” You admitted, rubbing the back of your neck self-consciously. “I’m just a little fluffier.”

Their smile quirked up at the edges. Well, you weren’t wrong about that. Thick waves of fur decorated your body, stretching all the way down to a swishing, spade-tipped tail that dragged across the ground as you walked. Your claws were sharp and dark, and they could see your long fangs sinking into your lower lip as you chewed on it nervously.

“Well, I think you’re beautiful.” They said, softly.

Your long, deer-like ears pinned back against your head as your cheeks flushed a pleasant pink color. You tried to wave them off. “You’re just saying that.”

“I might be, but I mean it.” They squeezed your hand again, tighter this time. “You are incredible. Your determination, your willpower, your beauty. All of them intrigue me, in so many ways. Don’t you believe me?”

“I do…it’s just.”

Chara tilted their head to the side. “Just what? Is that I’ve said it, not enough?”

“No! No. I mean.” You sighed, shaking your head. “It’s just something I’m still getting used to.”

“Don’t worry about it.” They assured you, rubbing a thumb across the web of your palm. “No matter what happens, I’ll be by your side.”

“Chara…” Your ruby eyes shimmered with un-fallen tears. “Thank you.”

They smiled, gently, before returning their attention to the streets around you. “Where do you want to go today?”

“Do you think…” You hesitated a moment before continuing, “Do you think that café is open? The one we both like.”

“We can always check.”

Thank goodness you did, because it was open. And with very little customers, to boot. Which meant that you wouldn’t be getting as many stares as you were out here.

Chara led you into the tiny establishment and pointed towards a booth settled in the corner-most area of the café. “Let’s sit there.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’ll go save our spot.”

You didn’t like leaving their side, but once you settled into the dark little corner, you found yourself relaxing. It was nice and secluded here. No one could see you, and you couldn’t see anyone else. Just Chara, at the counter, giving your regular orders to the very flustered looking barista Monster.

Afterwards, they came to join you, sliding into the seat opposite yours with a smile on their face.

“What’s up with that smile?” You couldn’t help but ask. It looked mischievous, like they were planning something.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” They waved you off, but you couldn’t help but feel like there was something more to it.

A few minutes later, the barista made her way around the counter, and approached your booth, with a drink in both of her hands, and a tray on her third.

She set down each drink in front of you, and then turned to you with a wide smile. “Happy Birthday, dear!”

You blinked in confusion as she set down a very fancy, delicious looking volcano cake in front of you.

“But, it’s not…”

“Thank you.” Chara interjected. “We’ll take it from here.”

The barista winked and turned away to return to her post.

You looked up at your partner in disbelief. “Did you lie about it being my birthday, just to get us free dessert?”

“I’m not wrong, am I?” They didn’t even wait, just unsheathed their fork and scooped up a sizeable bite of the delicious chocolate pastry. “You’ve been reborn, after all. This is your birthday.”

“Well, I…” Damn, they weren’t wrong. Still felt like it was wrong, though. “Fine, but this is my Re-Birthday, okay? I’m still celebrating my human birthday, too.”

They shrugged. “That’s fine with me.”

You rolled your eyes, but finally began to dig into your “birthday” cake.

Maybe today wasn’t so bad, after all.

#commission #adulttale #mobtale #mafiatale #asgore dreemurr #sans #chara #x reader #scenario #romantic #angst #body horror #long post #mod mellow #queued post

[pikachu78109]

Here’s part two of this long read/reader insert! If you wanna read part one, here it is:

Once Upon A Dream: Leon x Reader (Part 2)

Leon

It’s been about two weeks since Leon last met Y/N in the Slumbering Weald. After their sudden encounter, Leon could not stop thinking about them. Their image lingers in his mind with their worn out dress and odd mannerisms, but nonetheless sweet disposition. There have been a few times that Leon thought about going back into the Slumbering Weald in hopes to bump into them again, but decided that maybe it would be best to not bother searching for them. They are nothing more but acquaintances, yet Leon sort felt something to this person that had his curiosity peaked. He was just having a hard time going back and forth in wanting to find Y/N. And in some ways, Leon wonders if Y/N thought the same way, given that they never crossed paths with another person before. It’s a question Leon has been asking lately, but can only carry on with his day without knowing Y/N’s answer directly. He didn’t want to come off as nosy or annoying, but the question has beckoned him multiple times, to the point where returning to the Slumbering Weald has been very tempting.

He couldn’t really explain to anyone what happened, because hardly anyone believed that a person would live in the forbidden forest. Hop would believe it because he’s a kid who will believe in anything whereas Gloria and Sonia would be a lot more doubtful to the notion of someone living in the forest. They would think that Leon would be making this all up, offering a few words of dismissal and telling him that his mind must be playing tricks on him. Which Leon can understand, because how can anyone believe that a person is living in the Slumbering Weald, blissfully unaware of modern civilization and acts as if they are in a fairytale.

Fairytale.

That word always popped into Leon’s head every time he thought about Y/N. Her entire demeanor and appearance gave way to a classic princess in a fairytale that immediately makes them stand out as either a oddball or a pleasant delusional stuck in their fantasy storybook. There were so many questions that had so many answers, but theorizing would only make them convoluted and make little sense. Either way, Leon found Y/N to be both pleasant and an oddball, but still a good person who happened to have great sense of direction. He just hopes that he is able to cross paths with Y/N again, if he ever gets the chance. Or if another Wooloo gets let loose. Whichever comes first.

Y/N

The Slumbering Weald had a stillness that made Y/N’s surroundings feel a bit sparse. Visiting Rookidee and Skowvet would pass through, their movements swift yet quiet so as to not disturb the larger Pokémon residents that were lounging about on this warm afternoon. Y/N strolled through the winding path, empty basket in hand, going on another Berry trip. Her usual errand. Given the deepest part of the forest held the most Berries, Y/N traverses her way through the forest’s fog as she reached closer to the Berry tree grove. Her bare feet brushed across the cool almost damp terrain, the leaves crunching beneath her as she ambled onward. During the trip, Y/N’s mind wandered, as it tends to do whenever she takes long walk. Her mind instantly treaded towards Leon, the first person whom she met out of nowhere, talked, and helped.

His distinct violet hair and piercing yellow eyes appeared vividly in the depths of her thoughts, the way he looked at her with such surprise and intrigue. Y/N asked so many questions to herself about Leon and remembered the conversation they had a couple weeks back. His strange clothing and the Pokéballs that Y/N mistook as stones were something unlike she had seen before. Being raised in the Slumbering Weald by her mother, Y/N was not aware of other people coming and going from the forest and she certainly was unaware that was a village outside from where she lived. Y/N knew about villages and kingdoms from her mother, given that her mother is the only person who could travel in and out of the Slumbering Weald easily. Y/N wasn’t allowed to tag along, because in the words of her mother “she wasn’t ready yet,”

And never the one who would disobey her mother, Y/N listened and stayed put. However, after that encounter with Leon, Y/N could not help but wonder what everything was like outside of her forested world. Potswick? Wedgehurst? Those were names that Y/N has never heard of before, much less known about until Leon mentioned them. Every night, Y/N would lie awake and stare up at her bedroom ceiling, bombarded with questions that yearn to be answered. If being this curious could land her in trouble, then would it be a risk worth taking if Y/N wanders out of the Slumbering Weald for a day? This has been a back and forth consideration that Y/N would absolutely exhaust over, mainly because of the thought of Leon reappearing in those aforementioned villages made her excited. Still, despite the excitement, Y/N remained obedient to her mother’s wishes and tried to bury those thoughts in the back of her conscious. As she does this, her mind snaps back to the path where it made a turn towards the Berry trees.

With all of that thinking, Y/N approached the nearest Berry tree and gave it a gentle shake. A few berries dropped down from their branches, landing squarely in the basket with an audible ‘plop!’ While Y/N continued shaking the tree, she heard a few scampering feet behind her softly. Turning around, Y/N saw a couple of Skwovvets and a Rookiedee standing behind her, their faces bright and expectant. Smiling softly, Y/N bent down and lowered her basket to allow the neighboring Pokémon to have a snack, with which they happily accepted.

“You three are always here when I make a Berry run. Is it because you three want me to pick the ripest Berries for you?”

All three chimed a yes and quickly gobbled down the Berries hungrily. Y/N stood up and looked over at the other Berry trees and sighed deeply. Both Skwovets and Rookiedee peered up to see Y/N gazing at the Berry trees intently.

“Do you three sometimes leave the forest?” She asked, her voice quiet, almost a whisper.

The Rookiedee flapped its miniature wings and flew over to Y/N, who proceeded to lend her finger to let the small bird rest.

“Seems you lot have it easy. You can go anywhere you want with no rules and no one to hold you back. I’m so envious,”

The Skwvoets scampered over, each one climbing up onto Y/N’s shoulders, wanting to listen in on the girl’s conversation.

“I met someone a few weeks ago, you know!” Y/N said, her voice shifting to a giddy tone. “Another person who I never seen before; can you believe that!”

All three Pokémon chimed a response, their cries excited and wanting all the details.

“They came here to find a stray Wooloo that wandered in here. The poor dear was scared stiff but they managed to find their owner. They told me that their name is Leon, former Champion of the Galar region. Did you know that the Galar kingdom had a Champion? I thought it we only had a king and queen, but certainly no mention of a Champion!”

Y/N walked around for a bit before settling down on a nearby rock. She pulled her basket close to her and peered down at the remaining Berries inside.

“He was dressed kind of funny too. A ‘hoodie’, as he called it. A-And he also had these things called Pokéballs, which I thought looked like pretty stones. What are Pokéballs? Do you three know?”

All three Pokémon shook their heads in unison.

Y/N giggled and picked up a random Berry from her basket, turning it around occasionally.

“There’s a village nearby named Potswick and another one named Wedgehurst. Cute little names they are! I would love to visit them someday. Who knows? I might bump into Leon again by some lucky chance! That is, if he remembers me,”

Y/N sticks the Berry back into the basket and stands up slowly, dusting herself off a bit.

“Well, I hope he comes by again. Would love to talk to him again!”

The two Skowvets and Rookiedee head over to Y/N once again, wanting to follow her back to her home. She giggled a bit and shook her head.

“You know how my mother gets when she sees you three. I don’t want you to get hurt or startled,” she said, bending down to give the squirrel Pokémon a quick pet on the head and a gentle stroke for Rookiedee. All three Pokémon sighed but nodded, dismayed but understood. After watching all three Pokémon head back into the bushes, Y/N turned on her heel and back down the same path from which she travelled, basket half empty but her thoughts wholeheartedly full.

((Okay, part two is up! I might do some other long reads but this one here will be a continuous series and I might put this on Wattpad or something for everyone to read))

#pokemon sword and shield #pokemon #gen 8 #galar #pokemon leon #long reads #reader insert

[waltrp]

AREN’T YOU.....A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS?

BIDDI BOPPI BOOP A SPECIAL MESSAGE ADMIN ZULEMA: WHO PUT THE GLAD IN GLADIATORS? ASH. Hercules is one of my favorite disney movies and one of my favorite casts here at walt. to see our boy Herc FINALLY be taken up. Truly a blessing from the gods on Mount Olympus themselves. Did I find this entire app endearing and maybe even squeal a little ? absolutely. You captured Herc’s loneliness, loyalty, and his essence so beautifully. Another stellar app from a stellar writer. I am so excited to see him on the dash ! You have 24 hours to send in your account. Please refer to THIS PAGE for your next tasks. We can’t wait to roleplay with you. Welcome to our Ohana xx.

It’s a pleasure to meet you…

ash, 22, gmt, she/her

Are you positive you can be active?

I have realised i am on a very different time zone to everyone else but im online 80% of my day so i am very very active!

How did you stumble upon Walt?

The gods gave me a gift in the zane holt tag a few weeks ago!

Did you read the rules?

Yes indeedy

Are you sure?

Scuttle,  I mean I could probably make that happen if im successful with this app

Character you want?

Hercules Zervous

Please describe the character for us

I would describe Herc as a lost soul. A kid with so much potential to be one of the greats but cast out of society because he is too different for them. A person who has been so careful to try and fit in with a crowd only to be constantly let down by them. A lost soul who even though he knows his worth he’s having a hard time finding his place in this world among the normal people. A kid who never gives up trying, who wants to help the people who wouldn’t give him the time of day. A genuinely caring person in a sea of greed.    

Second character choice

None at this time.

It’s time to see that sample para.

Hercules grunted as the weights hit the clip with a loud clash, the sweat was rolling down his forehead onto his face in thick, warm droplets, the muscles in his arms were trembling and his grey t-shirt was stuck to his defined back after laying down on the bench. He leaned away from the bar and sat up wiping at his face with the end of his t-shirt, Phil had really been pushing him lately with the workouts every week it was getting more and more challenging but Hercules liked having a hurdle to jump over. He stretched out his big arms and his sweaty back before he stood up straight and got a good look of himself in the gyms mirror, he didn’t look half bad. His abs were glistening with sweat under his shirt, the veins in his arms were popping after being flexed for so long and his legs were chunky, strong and toned in all the right areas, not even the insane amount of leg hair could put a girl off him. Looking in the mirror he tousled at his red hair that was now matted to his head and sighed. He had all the makings of a model, a chiseled body, a pretty face, a charming smile, a hero complex. Realistically Hercules should have been the guy all the guys wanted to be and who all the girls wanted to date, but that wasn’t the case. Hercules didn’t have a friend in the world.

Picking up his damp towel and water bottle Herc made his way towards the showers trying to ignore the hurt in his heart when people averted his gaze, he wasn’t sure if it was a personality thing or a Californian thing but even here the people didn’t seem to want to get to know him. Reaching his locker Herc set down his belongings and watched as friends laughed and chatted together about girls and weekend plans and gains, he tried nodding at a couple of the guys to weigh in on their conversation but they shut him out like he wasn’t even there. With a defeated sigh Herc reached for a clean towel and checked his phone for the time, seeing a new message from Phil he sat down to open it.

[MSG: FROM PHIL]: Hey Kid saw your fitbit activity you are CRUSHING IT! Round 2 later?

Hercules sighed sadly, there had to be more to this journey than workouts with Phil.

[MSG: TO PHIL]: Thanks man i’m feeling the burn now. Actually I cant later I signed up for that build a community together project. It starts at 11am.

[MSG: FROM PHIL]: You know kid you’re burning yourself out. These people they aren’t like you they don’t understand. Dont set yourself on fire to keep them warm if they have their own matches.

[MSG: TO PHIL]: This time its actually about giving back. I’m not looking for anyone to throw me a parade I’d settle for just a conversation.

[MSG: FROM PHIL]: Well be careful, people are idiots. Also have fun, you deserve a day off.

Hercules scoffed at Phil’s text and slipped his phone back into his gym bag. He sat on the bench and exhaled slowly, for weeks he had been trying to make friends in Elias. Joining sports teams and book clubs, a cooking class, an actual gym outside of his home, community groups, charity groups, he was trying so hard to fit in and help the local people. I mean It wasn’t as if he could slay a dragon to save them– or stop a rolling bolder with his bare hands from crushing an old lady, the old world wasn’t the same as the new world and Hercules began to worry that he would never make it home to his parents. He had to become a different kind of hero to what his Father was, not one who saved damsels from monsters or villages from beasts, Hercules would have to be something much more valuable to Elias, he just needed to figure out what that was.

Slamming the locker door shut Hercules stood up and began to walk towards the steaming showers lost in thought, his sandals clipped against the tiles as he made his way past the lockers pausing at a community bulletin board. A hopeful smile danced across his lips as his eyes took in the colorful piece of paper in the middle of the board, it was like a sign from Zeus himself saying not to give up. Hercules let out a delightful chuckle as he tore the paper from its pinned place and reread over the words in thick black font. DO YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO BE A HERO? JOIN THE ELIAS FIRE FIGHTERS TODAY! Hercules grinned ecstatically at the flyer, oh this was perfect, it just what he needed when he needed it. With a careful touch this time, he placed the notice back onto its original placement and nodded at it before triumphantly continuing his walk to the showers whistling a joyous tune. This was how he would get home.

Anything else, love?

I dont know if im allowed take up a second chara or not yet but i thought i would try apply anyway:)

sad breakfast club

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[lexiy-dreyar]

missing friends

{{little side story for you all ok?

{im too tried to say who’s OC's belong to who ima just do the tags imto sleepy

@auntiesakamaki

@animeislife54

@decoffinatedcoffee

@wee-devil-town

@thewhitelotusdemon

@chimmerly

@vantalizing

@nerieda

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((edit i redrew everything

The blonde layed there, bruised and broken, beaten to a pulp, watching the culprit getaway, holding her sister, and her child, both badly injured bleeding, the other blonde sister had taken a big blow to the head cracking it open, shattered bones in the arm's, with cut-up legs, she could only imagine her pain was less than hers, her dull eyes shifted to her child, being carried over the shoulder, blood dripping out of her mouth, shaking out of shock and pain.

 She couldn't take seeing them both hurt, she tried to get up but could barely move her arms to lift her body off the ground a bit, her arm covered in cuts shooting with pain, her legs shattered, slowly going numb. Lex blinked away the tears of pain, pushing herself to move her arms and legs, she refused to give up and lose,  the two she cared about the most, trying to ignore the pain, with a scratchy voice she called out to the captive, "put them down...and..come and fight me…" she growled still struggling to get on her feet "I may be buried but I'm not beaten!!"

 She shouts soon coughing her lungs out "tch d-dammit" she groaned in pain "you look like your done..I'm not wasting my power on you.." the said turning to look at her "heh...you scared that I'm gonna kick your ass!" She smirked, trying to egg them on so they drop her loved ones "hmmm how about I end this" they said letting star go raising his arm aiming his attack at the struggling blonde "and here I thought you were supposed to be strong, with the power of a guardian angel running through you, as well as the power of a dragon.. pathetic." They smile darkly as they launch their attack at her. 

She didn't have a chance to move, the attack hit her head on, 

amplifying the pain tenfold, causing her to scream out in pain, knocking her out as she hits a tree, "maybe if you tried harder you would have had a chance" was the last words she heard. 

As she slowly opened her eyes she was blinded by bright lights "huh...Where am I?" She mumbled trying to sit up, she felt a burst of pain from her arms, and they felt Heavy, she looked at her arms noticing there in casts, she looked at them confused before looking around the room " what the...where am I..a hospital??" She asked herself, there was a knocking on her door, she turned her head to the door as it slowly opened to see one of her friends peaking "hey she's up"

 Pandora said opening the door more as her friends enter the room "glad to see your up" Sayaka said bluntly "yeah you gave us a pretty bad scare" Tenshi said softly placing a plate on her nightstand,

 "Sorry about that…" lex mumbles, "how did I get here?" She asked looking at her friends "nkita managed to call me and the paramedics by the time we got there, you nkita and void were about to be picked up by them" Julianna answers her question

 "about that do you know where star and amaniz are? We tried calling the-" Pandora stopped halfway through her sentence when she noticed lex's shocked expression "they really got them.." lex mumbles trying not to cry "about that care to explain why you went to go fight when you were still recovering from you last job" azale asks her "I had to.. they were hurt...I had a bad feeling if I didn't" she sighed trying to move her legs, but felt they were in the cast too "what about nkita and void how are they?!" Lex asked panicked" were not sure yet we checked up on them yesterday but they were knocked out, " Devon said.

"Lex...I think you should tell us what happened" azale pointed out "or at least tell us what the attacker looked like" Constance chimed in "I….I" lex tried to tell them but her memory was hazy. All she got were little flashes of what happened.

 Her breath got shakey, as she remembers how much she messed up, using a big attack out of lack of judgment, trying to let amaniz and star run to safety. Letting herself go trying to learn the attackers' magic, and how they fight, but she failed to pay attention, worrying too much about her family, leaving herself wide open, letting them get a good shot near her chest. Slowly mumbling to herself about how stupid she is unable to protect her sister and child as her eyes slowly turned back to normal, losing their dullness as her eye’s filled with tears “they were right there...and I couldn't do anything...I'm pathetic"

she cried "...then let's go get em," Cole said walking to the blonde's bed "huh…" "let's go get them back..once your Heald up we'll go looking for them" Cole answered "what! No way if the guy managed to fuck up lex nkita and void that bad there's no way we could stand a chance" Cherry shouted, "Well your wrong if all of us go together we can get them back!!" Obara shouted at her "hey now let's not fight..we should be careful though it might have been the same person who tried to kidnap Azusa,..and-" Sayaka was interrupted by a knock at the door "Sorry for interrupting but I need to talk alone with lexiy" a doctor said ".....alright let's go check on the others"Lizzy patted Devon's shoulder "good idea get better soon lex" Tenshi waved as the left the room.

{Mini time skip}

You should be able to move your arms and legs a bit now but I have to advise you to not use your Maley attack's for a few months so that the tissue heals...and about your lacrima heart we replaced it with a stronger one it should last you 5 years or so." The doctor said wrapping up her leg 

 "also you need to take it easy..your body is still recovering from the shock your lucky your friend gem was able to recover the badly damaged parts..you can be disregarded in a few days...but if you lose feeling in your legs take one of these" he hands her a few bottles of pills "lose feeling in my legs??" She asked "yes your leg bones were shared to pieces with a lot of internal bleeding your Nevers weren't connected either I'm surprised you manage to push through the pain" the doctor said in shock standing up "you should rest we'll call in gem to come and heal you some more..who knows if your lucky you can be discharged in two days" he said leaving. Lex looked down swinging her legs a bit "there's that bad feeling again..I need to go make sure everything is o-" she couldn't finish her sentence after being whacked with a massive amount of pain-causing her to pass out...

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Everyone got home to a surprise that night. “Julianna looked around the mansion in shock “what happened here,” she said in shock the mansion was a mess there were blood patches everywhere. Shu sniffed around “that's Viktor and Elias blood I smell” he sai quitely “what!” devon shouted quickly rushing to his sister's room noticing the doors broken “Elisa?” he looked in her room seeing scratch marks and bloodstains, his breathing became uneven. It soon hit him she was taken. Julianna looked around noticing there was a big blood puddle “it isn't like Viktor to up and leave like that...unless he was taken too” she said in disbelief “where’s azusa..” ruki said “kanato’s missing too” laito added “was it the same person who took star and amaniz” reiji question as the front door slammed open “WHERES ANYA!!” Subaru shouted in a panicked state with Tenshi following right after him

 “huh, you couldn't find her either huh,” ayato said “not to mention valla and athenia are missing too,” Tenshi said trying to calm her breathing. “We should head out to the others and make sure their saf-” glasses didn't even get a chance to speak when pandora kicked the front door open “WHERES GREMLY AND TCUP!!” 

she screamed with furfur right behind her “them too huh?” cole said walking through the busted up doors with Elina right behind him "manu and soon-bok went missing too" Elina sighed "so someone's targeting all of us" Simon said causing most of them to jump from his random appearance "so who do we know who could be doing this?" Lys asked

"I say chara.. she's the only one of us that can beat any of us easy without dying.." Devon mumbled in a rotten mood "who the hell is Chara" Pandora asked "I'll explain on our way back to the hospital" Devon's said walking out the door, with the others slowly following behind him.

[JFC YALL HAVE TO MANY OCS 

#wee-devil-three #nerida #oc's of friends #too many things to fucking tagg #animeislife54 #auntiesakamaki #god to many things too tagg #btw the art got sloppy cuz my thing kept crashing so i just gave up #GOOD THIS TOOK TOO LONG AND ITS ONLY PART ONE JFC

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Big Hero 7: The Series

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Big Hero 7 S2

El Fuego

*Its so happened to be a dark night at the maximum prison where Yama, the notorious gang leader from Good Luck ally and foe to Hiro Hamada and Cora Mizichio, is sitting at his cell abiding his time. Soon enough, MegaYama had arrived and swiftly defeated the security guards and start smashing the wall where Yama is behind.*

Yama: Yes! New Mega Yama! Get me out of here!

*That is when the flying figure of Baymax with Hiro and Cora arrives to the scene.*

Hiro: Baymax! Clothesline!

*With one fist out Baymax punches Mega Yama, throwing him away from the wall. Not hearing the sound of rock being pounded Yama calls out to his robot.*

Yama: Whats going on? New Mega Yama why did you stop smashing?!

*Baymax lands as the rest of Big Hero 7 joins them.*

Fred: Nice take down Omega Danger-

*That's when Mega Yama's fist punches Baymax, along with Hiro and Cora, away and over the wall.*

Fred: He can't handle all four of AUGH!

*Mega Yama takes his grasp around Fred as he spins around and throws him to Wasabi and Honey Lemon, knocking them down and leaving Gogo to him, Mega Yama raises his foot ready to stomp on Gogo when she quickly summons her hover disc to shield herself from Mega Yama's foot. But the pressure too strong for her alone.*

Gogo: Uh guys? Honey ?

*Gogo continues to struggles until the gang soon join her to push back against Mega Yama's foot.*

Honey Lemon: Push harder!

Fred: *Straining* I'm known for my wit! Not my strength!

*Honey Lemon peeks up from the disc when they no longer felt the impending pressure of Mega Yama's foot.*

Honey Lemon: Yay! he gave up!

*A quick grab of Wasabi from Mega Yama's claws proved her other wise.*

Wasabi: Spoke too soon!

*Fred quickly catches Wasabi just as Baymax comes flying back to join the fight. Mega Yama pushes them down as Hiro and Cora fall off and land far away. mega Yama goes towards the two teens ready to stomp on them when Baymax's fists punches him in the back and into the wall, shutting the robot menace down.*

Hiro: Thanks Baymax.

Cora: We owe ya big time buddy.

Baymax: Your welcome.

*The gang cheer around Baymax leaving Yama confused*

Yama: What happened? Where'd you gone to Mega Yama? Hurry before Big Hero 7 shows up!

*It was then they later traveled to their chosen night out: Mech Wrestling. it was an event where wrestlers don on their mech suits and join in a fight before hundreds of people while putting up a main act. The gang had agreed to join up to see it... but it took more convincing for Cora's father to let Cora go. After begging and swearing they would not let Cora be hurt her agreed... on one condition...*

Mizuchi: Excuse us ma'm..

*They all sit down at their seat while Mizuchi tries to not block anyone's view of the show. Finally he settled on laying across the bleachers of the gang with Baymax acting as a head comforter.*

Cora: Sorry Papa..

Mizuchi: No no, its fine. You can see the show right?

Honey Lemon: We can see well sir!

Mizuchi: Cool... I wonder if Kage had ever ventured to these sort of things...

*And so the announcer starts up his pitch as the audience starts to get wild.*

Announcer: Welcome fight fans! Its time for Mech Wrestling Madness!

Honey Lemon: *Covering her ears and talking loudly* I've never been to a mech wrestling match!

Cora: *Also covering her ears* Me neither! Is it always this loud?

Baymax: sounds under 85 decibels are generally considered safe.

Honey Lemon: So is it safe?

Baaymax: No.

Gogo: Too Loud, too fake, to me.

Hiro: But its fun. You know, cheering for the good guy, booing for the bad guy.

Gogo: Or both.

Fred: I love Mech Wrestling so much That I actually tried to buy the league! But I was outbid by an anonymous-

Announcer: Everyone! Put your hands together for the new owner of Mech Wrestling Federation... Richardson Mole!

*Richardson Mole arrives in the smoke, no doubting upsetting Fred to the core.*

Fred: WWWHHHYYYY?!

Wasabi: You OK buddy?

Fred: *Clearly not OK* Oh hohoho I will be! Once I take something from Mole he wants more than anything!

Wasabi: So... not OK?

Mizuchi: Is this Mole the same mole that had threatened your secret identities for Fred's possessions and to be a member of your team?

Hiro: Pretty much. Along side being Fred's enemy.

Mizuchi: I see... *To Fred* We'll talk about this!

Fred: *Not really paying Attention* OK.

Announcer: Now for the main event! He brings the heat, he loves to cheat! He's a bad guy with bad breath! El~ Fuego!

*The Mech Wrestler El Fuego is a Mexican man whose mech armor is composed of flames. The crowd boos at El Fuego.*

El Fuego: Keep booing! Keep booing! Its just more fuel for El Fuego!

*Its there that Honey Lemon lets it go.*

Honey Lemon: Get ready to get extinguished El Fuego! You're going down son!

*Everyone around Honey Lemon look at her as if she smacked someone's grandma to the ground.*

Honey Lemon: Sorry, I guess I just got wrapped up in the moment.

*Gogo lightly blushes at her girlfriend before quickly turning around in a small huff of whatever.*

Announcer: And his opponent! He's Mech Elite! He can't be beat! He's the good guy whose smile can light up the room! Uncle~ Samurai!

*The crowd cheers wildly at the 'heroic' mech wrestler appearing before them. The two mech wrestlers go head to head as Uncle Samurai throws El Fuego to the ring post shouting 'feel the revolution!'. After throwing in a couple punches Uncle Samurai pushes himself to the ropes to launch himself-*

Honey Lemon: End him Uncle Samurai! *calms down* You're doing so great!

*With his attention back to the fight Uncle Samurai is quickly yanked by El Fuego to which he gives the red, white, and blue mech wrestler a punch. Making the team wince and Mizuchi to cover Cora's eyes.*

Cora: Papa!

Gogo: Fake...

*The crowd boos as El Fuego spins Uncle Samurai around, winding up for his next move.*

Fred: Ah snap! El Fuego's about to do his signature mech slam! The sparkler!

*El Fuego spins faster and faster, making Baymax activate his nurse bot mode.*

Baymax: severe dizziness can lead to extreme nausea.

Hiro: Don't worry Baymax, its not real its for show.

*That is when El Fuego throws him off the ring and into the bleachers, rendering El Samurai unconscious.*

Mole: Hey! That's against the rules!

*That's when he rips off his jacket to reveal a referee shirt.*

Fred: Ah come on! Conflict of interest! You can't be the owner and the ref!

Mole: *To El Fuego* You just got your first warning!

El Fuego: Ah warning Ooh~

*Uncle Samurai soon regains consciousness and is struggling to get up.*

Baymax: Uncle Samurai may be in need of medical attention.

Gogo: He's fine.

*Soon enough Uncle Samurai gets up and is ready for more.*

Uncle Samurai: No surrender! Yes!

*That is when behind Uncle Samurai's back El Fuego grabs a piece of the bleachers and is ready to whack him.*

Hiro: This is classic! While the ref is conveniently distracted! El Fuego is able to cheat.

Mole: Hi Dream girl~ You pinned my heart.

Honey Lemon and Gogo: *Holding hands* We're dating!

*Mole sighs before he blows a kiss at Gogo… only for Gogo to promptly smack it away and kiss Honey Lemon full on the lips.*

Cora: Yes! *Pumps hands up*

*Once the kiss ends Honey Lemons giggles madly as she hugs her girlfriend while Gogo gives a satisfied, smug, smirk. Wrapping her arm around her tall girlfriend.*

El Fuego: Yes, kiss it goodbye.. to a dramatic combat!

*He whacks Uncle Samurai away, resulting in the patriotic samurai to launch himself forward only to be knocked down the floor.*

Announcer: Looks like a whole new meaning to getting benched!

*El Fuego gets up and launches himself up in the air where he uses his elbow to pin Uncle Samurai down to the ground.*

Honey Lemon: Hey he cheated! Tag me! Tag me in!

Cora: Uh?... *To Gogo* Is Honey Lemon this passionate when she gets to new things?

Gogo: Yes.

*El Fuego tries to smirk but the look from Mole is enough to make him begrudengly pick Uncle Samurai up and make his arms move around to appear that Uncle Samurai is defeating him. Soon enough Uncle Samurai for real finishes up the job and wins against El fuego.*

Crowd and Mole: One... two... Three!

Honey Lemon: Yes! That's what I'm talking about!

Baymax: You're being dangerously loud.

Honey Lemon: Sorry, but OMG that was so much fun! *To Cora and Mizuchi* What do you guys think?

Cora; Its fine! Kind of exciting. Maybe we can invite Uncle Kage and Chara sometime.

Mizuchi: I'll talk about that later...

*When the arena cleared out the staff is cleaning it up when El Fuego goes up to Mole.*

Mole: Ah, if it isn't the best heel in business!

El Fuego: *Getting off the mech Suit* I'm sick of loosing on purpose! You know I'm the best wrestler! Period!

Mole: Bad Guys never win in wrestling.

*El Fuego picks Mole up by the shirt growling angerly.*

Mole: You're a heel! And the heel's job is to make the face look good!

*El Fuego growls angrily before he drops Mole and walks away.*

Mole: See?! Total heel move!

*The next morning the Gogo, Hiro, Wasabi and Baymax all meet up at the café where Fred goes on his spew of words as he vows revenge against Richardson Mole.*

Fred: Richardson will rue the day he took something from me that I wanted! Again!

*However, the rest of his friends were not so much as paying attention to him.*

Fred: Uh hello? Earth to Best Friends I'm vowing revenge here!

Gogo: *Nonchalant* Great, we heard it before. You vow revenge-

wasabi: Set off on some ridiculous vendetta-

Hiro: Just to prove your better than richardson.

Baymax: It has never ended well.

Cass: Hey guys!

*the gang look up to see Aunt Cass carrying her tray of coffee mugs.*

Cass: Where's Cora and Honey Lemon?

Gogo: Honey's at her new happy place.

Hiro: And Cora's spending the day with her grandmother.

Cass: That's interesting. What's Honey Lemon's new happy place?

*None other then the Mech Wrestling league of course.*

Honey Lemon: Bring it on Fuego! Uncle Samurai is gonna dance on your face!

Esme: Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ you're loud!

Miyuki: Of all things Honey Lemon had to enjoy...

*Honey Lemon invited/dragged her SFAI friends, Miyuki Frost and Esme, to the Mech Wrestling event as well to get them into the hype. It had mixed results: Miyuki uses this as a time to work on her sketching for mech, while Esme mutters about the way the 'villain' and 'hero' are framed in Spanish. As of now El Fuego and Uncle Samurai are duking it out at the ring. El Fuego picks his enemy up and spins him in the air before slamming him to the floor.*

Crowd: *Boos at El Fuego*

Honey Lemon: Yeah! Go ahead! Celebrate now you're going down in a minute son!

El Fuego: You're just fanning the Fuego!

Esme: Have to admit, he's definitely buying into his role.

*El fuego then throws Uncle Samurai across the ring before he uses the strings to beat his opponent to the ground more. He stands on top as some of the crowd cheers on the action, but the watchful eye of Mole is quick to tell him to make sure he loses anyway...however... This time El Fuego will not lose on purpose. He cracks his neck as he steps towards Uncle Samurai and gives him the beating of a lifetime before he dives him headfirst to the floor via his jets. It results in him on top of Uncle Samurai as he uses Mole, the referee, to announce his victory. Much to the shock of Honey Lemon and others, Miyuki taking note of it before resuming sketching, and Esme giving a sly smirk. Finally, the banner of the winner is El Fuego.*

El Fuego: That's right! The heel is the winner!

*Soon enough the station is clearing out with some of the crowd still chattering about El Fuego's sudden victory when Miyuki notes something.*

Miyuki: Dang it I left my sketchbook!

Esme: Hold on, I'll get it!

*She rushes back in time to the doors and swiftly goes to the bleachers where the sketchbook is. She picks it up only to see El Fuego, outside his Mech Suit, go towards his stand as he gloats his victory. Good thing the bleachers were dark or he would had easily spotted her.*

El fuego: All hail the new heel champion!

*That's when Mole steps in*

Mole: I don't think so! Pack up your mech suit El Fuego! Your fired!

El Fuego: Fired? I'm the greatest Mech Wrestler this league has ever seen! Not to mention how I'm 'the bad guy' against some gringo who barely puts in any effort to actually fight back! I earned my place here!

Mole: That's the thing! You're the bad guy! Bad Guys don't win! Its not good for business!

*And so the banner flops loosely off the wall.*

El Fuego: You'll regret this. I'm bigger than this league! And I'm going to prove it!

*He stomps away from the arena, growling underneath his breath along with some cuss words in Spanish. This Esme uses to get back to her friends while carrying the sketch book and quickly relay what she saw.*

Miyuki: Basically, El Fuego was tired of purposely loosing to Uncle Samurai cause he actually earned his title along with the fact he's white-

Honey Lemon: So he went against Mole and won.. but got fired for it?

Esme: Yes. Though I would had suggested 'Hey! How about you make El Fuego a good guy!'. But then again, that would require Mole to be creative.

Honey Lemon: Yesh! Now I feel bad for El Fuego... I hope he picks himself up.

Esme: Yup. Anyway, I still can't believe that Cora is actually half mermaid.

Honey Lemon: I know! I mean, thousands of years of myths on what we thought were stories actually hold some truth! And ms. Kaguya is living proof!

Miyuki: so now Cora's going to have her first lesson about her heritage?

Honey Lemon: Yeah. Kaguya decided she would teach Cora first then us second. Just so Cora would feel more comfortable and focused on the lesson without us to watch.

Miyuki: Sounds fair. I wouldn't want people to stare at me.

* At the night on the beach, Kaguya and Cora are walking through the sand before they find a secluded spot to start Kaguya's lessons.*

Kaguya: Alright now Cora. I'm heading in.

*the old woman puts her cane down and dives into the water, where she emerges up with her tail in display. Cora notes closely at her grandmother's aquatic features.*

Kaguya: Tell me, what do you see besides my tail?

Cora: Well... *Looks closely*… You have forearm fins, pelvic fins and a dorsal fin on your tail and... Gills?

Kaguya: Yes. The gills operate the same as with fish, they're like feathers with a wide surface area. They exist in layers to which we can observe oxygen. We do, however, posses lungs... but they're not as strong as human lungs and are temporary.

Cora: Temporary?

Kaguya: For at least half a day, if a mermaid or merman were to crawl onto the beach they would have air sacks inside that will activate. But again, they are considerably weaker and smaller. If the mermaid and merman were to stay on land longer than necessary the gills will soon collapse on itself and suffocate them. Their skin will become dry and pale, they'll get bags under their eyes, and their hair will turn white as they dry out.

Cora:... Basically what happened to me when I got ill.

Kaguya: I'm not sure… to be honest I mostly didn't tell you because as far as we know.. you are the first child born of a mermaid mother and of a human father. No one knows the biology of such extremes, not humans obviously, but also not the merfolk.

Cora: And add in the fact that the thing from Papa passed it onto me, latching on my foot that supposedly should give me extra strength.

Kaguya: That is true... but Cora, don't think that we think less of you nor that we're afraid. We love you, your friends love you, and Hiro loves you. They accept who you are and that is the greatest relief I've ever felt in my life... its tied with the day your father proven himself that he does love your mother and is willing to better himself for his sake and hers... now, here's something cool for you, and something very familiar to your super suit.

*Kaguya sighs as she soon glows patterns of a soft blue around her arms, face, and tail and the tip of her fins. Cora listened to her grandmother explain the purpose of the bioluminescence in mermaids along with how they gained such an ability, as a thought that has been in Cora's mind since the reveal in Sycorax had protruded and made her look at her hands and feet, where the brand stares back at her in what she feels is taunting her.*

Cora:*Softly to herself*… Then what am I really?

*Not a human, nor a mermaid... All she knows now... is what she is not.*

*But somewhere in the city, someone has a very clear idea on what they want to be and who they are. And El Fuego decided that if they want a bad guy, he'll give him a bad guy. He is adding upgrades to his Mech suit while the TV is one for white noise.*

El Fuego: I'll show the whole world! I just need to find the biggest, baddest, good guy to fight!

*That is when the TV shows a news clip of Big Hero 7 with the main feature being Baymax.*

Dunder: Once again; Big Hero 7 proves to be the biggest, baddest, good guys in town!

*And so when El Fuego sees the picture of Baymax, he smiles to himself as he forms a plan.*

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*The next day at the arena Fred is carrying a suitcase and joined by Gogo, Wasabi, and Esme for support as they go to see Mole.*

Mole: Frederickson! Welcome to my wrestling federation!

Fred: Or is it mine?... There's an airport hanger full of these*opens case to show piles of money* with your name on it if you sell the federation to me.

Mole: Tantalizing proposition, and I admit I don't even like wrestling.

*That struck so many nerves in Fred as he decided to take breather to let out his frustration. With that Mole turns his attention to Gogo.*

Mole: So, how's things with your 'girlfriend' dream girl?

Gogo: My girlfriend's just fine creep. We're going on a date tonight.

Mole: Oh come on you're only dating that skinny twig to play hard to get.

*This has Gogo twitching her eyes as her fist starts shaking. Esme has to hold her hand while also reminding herself that to attack a white rich boy would land them in jail. Soon enough, after screaming his lungs out Fred goes back to join his friends and still have his case open.*

Fred: Anyway, about that generous offer-

Mole: Not for sale! I only bought it cause I knew it would drive you crazy!

*Mole then laughs like the entitled brat he is.*

Fred: And to think, at one time I actually felt sorry for you. Well, now I rue you!

Mole: I was born on Rue Street on a Ruesday on FrebRueary, Ruelly.

Wasabi: I rue the day we agreed to come here.

*With that Fred walks away to head back to the limo along with Gogo and Wasabi, but Esme stays behind to talk to Mole.*

Esme: Wow... So.. not only are you discrediting Gogo's relationship with Honey Lemon because of some perverted entitlement, but you purposely bought the league of wrestling just to spite Fred?

Mole: What about it?

Esme: You are a literally an internet troll in real life: someone who tells their target they have no life along with rude comments, through ironically they have all the time in the world to harass them. That tells me you actually have no life since you dedicated your time to spite Fred out of a vendetta and since you're not in school.

Mole: So what?-

Esme: I guarantee you that if you weren't a privileged, rich, white boy; you would be royally beaten up by children your own age cause they can see a gross brat when they smell one.

Mole: W-Well then that would make Fred pathetic too since he also says he rues how he responds to how I-

Esme: Being Offensive is worse cause being offended is a REACTION. You deliberately chose to behave this way cause it would make Fred upset. And he does have a right to be offended since most of the times you were the cause of it. The moment someone raises a fist and delivers that blow to you, you'll only show that you are a truly pathetic, sniveling, entitled, cowardly brat .

*That's when Mole's face turns red, but that is when Esme walks back angrily sighing before climbing to the car. That is when she sees Fred, grumbling angrily.*

Esme: *To Fred* Fred? You alright?

Fred: No I'm not alright!..*Sighs angrily* He doesn't even like wrestling and he-He's the worst!

*He turns around in a huff while Esme sighs, looking at Gogo and Wasabi. Meanwhile at the streets of San Fransokyo Hiro, Cora, and Baymax are at the rooftops watching over the city as they chat about things. Mostly about Cora's lessons.*

Hiro: So that's how Mermaids survive in the ocean.

Cora: Yeah, mostly thanks to how they observed many fishes and octopedes survive.

Hiro: Must've been fun.

Cora: Yeah, I bet when you guys get the lesson you'll be amazed. Its more awesome in person.

Baymax:... Your neural scans indicate a small but growing feeling of melancholy.

Cora: I'm fine Baymax… I was just thinking about Sycorax...

Hiro: *Places an arm around her shoulders* Yeah... I get it. But its over now and Diane will never hurt you or anyone again. She's locked up for good along with Chris.

Cora: And the real Liv... though.. why would Liv turn herself in?...I'll learn it later...Anyway, where’s this supposed showdown?

Hiro: Yeah *Commlink to the team* I'm calling it. Nothing's happening here.*

Baymax: A combustimal mass of incandescent gases is incoming.

Hiro and Cora: What?

*And soon enough a giant flame lands in the middle of street, soon revealing itself to be none other than-*

El Fuego: Say hello to El Fuego! Grande!

*He puts on a flame show as Baymax lands down with Hiro and Cora.*

El Fuego: I'm ready for a real fight! You ready Omega Danger?

*The crowd waits in anticipation for the epic showdown.*

Baymax: No thank you.

El Fuego: What do you mean no thank you? Come on big bot! Fight back!

*He launches his fist to knock Baymax back to which he stands back up.*

Baymax: I am programmed to assist someone in danger. There is currently no one in danger.

El Fuego: Yeah there is.

* He runs forward and punches Baymax again, but the bot refuses to raise a fist.*

El Fuego: What do you say now?!

Baymax: Expressing anger can be healthy.

*El Fuego punches Baymax over and over but not once had Baymax fallen down nor put up any fists to fight back. That is when he flies up to the sky with Hiro and Cora.*

Baymax: This is not healthy.

El Fuego: Neither is this!

*He shoots his fire far from a small shoulder cannon at Baymax to which the nurse bot dodges easily. That is when a helicopter with the news appear.*

Dunder: We're live on the scene of a surprisingly boring supehero battle.

Hiro: Baymax just fight back!

Baymax: There is no reason for violence.

Cora: But El Fuego will continue to attack you!

El fuego: Whats his problem? He just a wad of newtons!

Hiro: He's programmed to help people.

Cora: He won't hurt anyone.

El Fuego: Wait. He doesn't fight? I thought he was a cutting edge fighter bot! But he's nothing but junk!

*That got Hiro growling angrily at El Fuego once he uttered those words. That is when the rest of Big Hero 7 arrives.*

Gogo: Shows over El Fuego!

Honey Lemon: Your surrounded son!

*The rest of the team look at Honey Lemon. Still not processing the fact that she is now a bonifide mech wrestling fan.*

Honey Lemon: I mean.. Sir.

El Fuego: Seven against one is cheating. I want a fair fight. With your chicken bot! *To Baymax* Tomorrow evening! At night market square we tango! And if you don't show up, everyone will know Big Hero 7 is really Big Coward 7!

*He then flies off to the sky, leaving behind an increasingly pissed off Hiro. Cora, while also mad that El Fuego had the audacity to call Baymax garbage, also notes how Hiro is reacting.*

Dunder: Is it true that your considering changing your name to Big Coward 7?

*Later on Hiro, Cora, and Baymax are at the garage where Cora removes the helmet as she looks at the cracked visor. Hiro gives a deep sigh as he looks over the rest of the armor.*

Baymax: A deep sigh can indicate frustration.

Hiro:... You're not junk! You're one of the most sophisticated robots ever built! State of the art AI, synthetic fore sensors, high dynamic range cameras, not to mention saving the city multiple times!

Baymax: You are right Hiro. I am not junk. El Fuego is incorrect.

Hiro: I know but I.. But I can't stand that he thinks he's right! Its just not that he's saying my work is junk!...

*That is when Hiro turns to look at a picture.. a picture of himself, Aunt Cass... and Tadashi. Cora's eyes slightly quiver as she sees what Hiro is truly upset about. She goes over to place a hand on his shoulder.*

Hiro: He's saying Tadashi's work is junk...

Baymax: *Waddling to Hiro and placing his hand on his other shoulder* El Fuego's opinion does not diminish Tadashi's achievements.

Hiro: Yeah,... I know you're right Baymax...

*Baymax hugs him from behind as Cora stands aside and let them have their moment. The blue haired teen then looked at her phone and went to her photo gallery, finding a few pictures that had Tadashi. If he had lived what would he had truly thought of this? She knew for sure that Tadashi would have been less than pleased with their old college bully and no doubt proud of their accomplishments as Big Hero 7... and yet... how would he respond to El Fuego's taunts? While mature he isn't as above it all as many people would think. He probably had moments where he snapped. And then her mind wandered... would he still see her as a person if he learned all about her family past?... She looks back at Hiro and Baymax before she goes to resume to repair Baymax's armor. Later on they went to Fred's house where they talked about his latest revenge scheme against mole. Hiro, Esme, and the gang had informed her what Mole did and to take it with a grain of salt.*

Fred: Ladies, gentlemen, and gentlebots. I present with you with my latest Richardson revenge scheme!

*He shows a billboard with the words KWF.*

Gogo: K W F?

Wasabi: Kindergarten Wizard... falafel?

Fred: Ooh~ I would eat that but no. It stands for Kaiju Wrestling Federation.

Honey Lemon: You're starting a Kaiju wrestling league?

Fred: Yes! All the matches are going to take place in space!

*That's when Hiro's suit flies in with a kaiju mask.*

Hiro: Uh How'd you get my exosuit?

Esme: And yikes on the aesthetics!

Fred: I broke to your lab! But that's not what's important. What's important is that you make the actual space kaijus and-

Cora: Fred, we love you. But this is way over the top. I understand that you hate mole with a fiery passion since he repeatedly harasses you and stole something from you while under the pretense of friendship... but this is, again, way too far.

Fred: Well, what do you suggest then? Just let him rub his victory in my face?

Esme: Its a little complicated; on one hand you can just do what Commander Carter suggested when Mole blackmailed you guys with your secret identities.

Honey Lemon: That being?

Esme: From what I heard, having Gogo and Hiro pin Mole down while Cora bashes his face with a heavy binder.

Wasabi: That is also over the top.

Baymax: It could lead to mole having many facial injuries.

Esme: I know that and so does Commander Carter. But historically bullies go after easy targets. Once the target fights back, they don't bully harder, they look for another target. If there's one to describe them, it would be coward.

Fred: *Looking a little uncomfortable* I just wanna show that he has nothing over me! Not beat his face in!

Esme: That's one suggestion. And seriously, way over the top in response to Mole's purchase of the mech wrestling league. Situations are always different and that requires different solutions. And this is one that doesn't require a rightful beating or making a kaiju wrestling league. You have to pick your battles and decide which ones to let it be and when to face on. This one, you have to let it go.

Fred: Ya know.. your right! Thanks Esme.

Esme: *Winks at Fred* Anytime baby.

*Cora pulls out her phone and sees something in the news.*

Cora: Guys you wanna might check this out.

*The gang look at Cora's phone to see Bluff Dunder standing next to El Fuego as the wrestler looks more angrier by the minute.*

Dunder: El Fuego! Do you have a prediction for your fight against the biggest hero in Big Hero 7?

El Fuego: Oh yeah! If that chicken bot has the circuits to show up! I'm going to eat his CPO for lunch!

Dunder: Interesting. I'm feeling like a sandwich. Sounds like you're predicting victory.

El Fuego: Clear your ears out Dunder! Who ever programmed that bag of bolts had no idea what they're doing! I'm going to blast its stupid carbon fiber skeleton back to the junkyard!

*After he destroys a bit of the set and leaves, Dunder gets up.*

Dunder: Well alright. I like to thank El Fuego for being my guest on this week's segment on community corner.

*The screen now shows Hiro and Cass together as the teen had gotten home. And the same news clip is showing on the TV watched by Hiro and Cass.*

Cass: I wish there was another local news channel!

*Hiro gets up from the couch and starts sketching out a new diagram... a specific one for El Fuego.*

Cass: Its really hard to not let jerks get under your skin. Especially all the times with Kurt.

Hiro: Uh huh.

Cass: And that girl... Kami or something? I don't care. I can't believe you didn't tell me about her. I would've liked to have few words with her parents over the way she treated you and Cora. I'm glad she's expelled so you never have to face her again.

Hiro: *Not paying attention* Yeah.

Cass: *Sighs*… Doing some homework?

Hiro: Mhm.

Cass: Don't work too hard.

*Soon enough Hiro is making himself some adjustments to Baymax's armor... with an exoskeleton designed for himself. Soon enough he dons on the exoskeleton then the armor, with the last finishing touch being a helmet to look like Baymax complete with a voice modifier.*

Hiro: *As Baymax* I am Baymax.

*At the Mizichio household Cora is finishing up her homework when she sees the tv on with the news on El Fuego.*

Dunder: An unsanctioned street fight in a busy city center. Seems dangerous, and seems like good television.

*The crowd, not realizing the villain act was simply an act back at wrestling, boo him.*

El Fuego: Boo me all you want. Your hero is a big chicken!

Hiro: *Baymax voice* I am not a chicken.

*Hiro lands in Baymax's armor, ready to fight off El Fuego. And forgetting the fact that Baymax, while slowly improving, has used no metaphors or sarcasm when he talks.*

Hiro: *Baymax voice* I am your worst nightmare.

*At the Mizichio household everyone could tell something is up.*

Baymax 1: That is not Baymax.

Kaguya: Did Hiro just show up in Baymax's armor to face El Fuego?

Kage: And with a voice modulator.

Chara: Whats going on?

Mizuchi: Hiro's angry, so he's gonna face El Fuego as Baymax to defend-

*That's when they hear the rapid footsteps of Cora running up to her room and no doubt call Skymax.*

Kage: And there she goes.

*At Night Market square, Hiro-Max is face to face with El Fuego.*

Hiro-max: On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your stupidity?

________

*El Fuego pounds his fists together as Hiro-Max gets to his fighting stance.*

Hiro-Max: Bring it.

*The two charge towards each other as they are now locked to push each other off. Using his wire arms he flips Hiro-Max to the ground. He flies up and blasts a ball of fire only for Hiro to get out of the way in time as El Fuego lands.*

El Fuego: Give up Omega Danger! You're no match for El Fuego!

*He shoots a flame thrower at Hiro-Max to which he flies up and raises his fist.*

Hiro-max: You wish.

*He punches El Fuego and flies him up continuously punching him before he grabs him and flies up.*

Hiro-Max: You are about to need Medical attention.

*He then dives down with a screaming and slightly confused Fuego. At the café the gang meet up with Baymax.*

Cass: Hey, do you guys know where Hiro is? Its getting late.

Wasabi: *Lying* Yes! I think he had a-

Fred: School project.

Honey Lemon: At school!

Cass: Oh I was getting worried there for a sec.

*She then goes to serve another customer as the team sigh in relief.*

Honey Lemon: I hope Hiro's OK.

*That's when they got text messaged from Cora reading Look at News now! Coming over there! They do look up the news and see El Fuego and Baymax fighting*

Fred: Check it out! El Fuego is wrestling Baymax!...Wait!.. If our Baymax is here.. and other Baymax is at Cora's house...

*Gogo looks closely at her phone and zooms in closer to the armor.*

Gogo: Then that's-

Gang: Hiro!

Baymax, Fred, Wasabi, Gogo, Honey Lemon: Oh no...

Cora: What were you thinking Hiro!

*Cora is dressed in her old super suit heading towards Nigh Market square on foot, looking around for any sign of her boyfriend and El Fuego. The gang then try to summon up their Skymax only to receive an error.*

Gogo; What?

*That's when a face call from Hiro himself.*

Hiro: Sorry guys, I disabled Skymax.

Gogo: But Hiro-!

Hiro: I know you just wanna help but I have to do this on my own. To defend Tadashi's honor!

*A large punch towards the armor temporarily blinks red inside Hiro's suit.*

Hiro: Gotta go!

*He ends the call, leaving the gang be.*

Wasabi: He does know that Cora will be heading there anyway right?

Gogo: and so are we!

Fred: To the Big Hero 7 Mobile!

*The gang and Baymax are awkwardly squished together, obvious that they had rushed in without any thought on where to sit.*

Fred: You know what? You guys go, I'll catch up.

*El Fuego spins Hiro-Max up before throwing him to the ground. Using his own power jets El Fuego flies up and stomps on Hiro-Max's back with the added touch of flames. He then dives down to slam him only for Hiro-Max to use his rocket fists to knock him back. Hiro-Max then gets up and is ready to finish the fight.*

Hiro-Max: You have been a bad boy. You will not get a lollipop.

*Using what little control of his mech suit he had, he catches Hiro-max's fist.*

El Fuego: This fuego is just getting started!

*He then kicks Hiro max away so far that Cora, just arriving at Night market square sees it nearly crash to the car containing the gang.*

Cora: Hi- I mean Omega Danger!

*Cora runs towards the fight where El Fuego is giving Hiro-max quiet a beating. Finally he throws Hiro-Max to a building where all of the systems fail.*

Hiro: No no no no!

El Fuego: Oh it feels good to win!

Honey Lemon: What can we do without our suits?

Wasabi: *Noticing something* Wait.. where's Baymax?

Gogo: *Spots someone else* Cora's there with-

Hiro: Baymax? Cora?

*Cora goes over to the shut down armor while Baymax stands in front of them.*

Hiro: What are you doing here?

Baymax: Protecting you from injury.

Cora: And getting your butt out of the fire.

El Fuego: I don't know what you are but congratulations! You get to be my first victim of my new finishing move! The flying butt!

Baymax: Oh.

*El Fuego flies up with his back facing Baymax and flies towards them. However, Baymax's inflatable body had cushioned Hiro and pushed Cora away from the cross fire.*

Baymax: You may have an anger related issue.

*El Fuego punches Baymax but due to his huggable design he merely bobs back and forth.*

Baymax: Unprovoked aggression is usually a sign of insecurity.

El Fuego: *Getting real tired* Whew! Hang on... I'm just getting started...

Baymax: Would you like a hug?

*Baymax hugs El Fuego while Cora goes over to Hiro and studies over the armor.*

Cora: Are you alright Omega Danger?

Hiro-max: What matters is that you are safe.

Crowd: Aww~

El Fuego: What the-?! Get off me!...Ah.. I don't feel good about myself..

Baymax: There there...

*But that was a small ruse as he grabs Baymax up.*

El Fuego: You fell for my fake emotional breakthrough! Time for a powerhug!

*He squeezes Baymax around, intending to pop the vinyl covering. Using what Cora had repaired Hiro-max gets up to protect Baymax.*

Hiro-Max: *Voice modulator failing* You win Fuego! You're the toughest!

El Fuego: What was that? I can't hear you!

Hiro-Max: You're tougher than me! Just don't hurt my friend!

Cora: Please El Fuego you've already proven yourself you don't have to hurt him!

El Fuego: Pathetic! Your groveling isn't going to save you two or your inflatable friend-

*That is when the familiar Exosuit with a kaiju head flies up to join the fight.*

Fred: Then I'll have to do it!

El Fuego: And what is it you're going to do lightweight?

*Fred is at the safety of Hiro's room where he is using the gloves and helmet to control the exosuit from afar.*

Fred: Something really smart!

*Fred pushes a button to which it reveals itself to be the magnetic waves which slowly tear apart the mech suit off El Fuego.*

El fuego: That's cheating!

*Finally all of the armor is off, leaving nothing but vulnerable muscle and flesh.*

Baymax: Would you like another hug?

El Fuego: no! Everyone leave me alone-Ah!

*He took a step back to a flight of stairs straight to the police.*

Police officer: Freeze El Fuego!

El Fuego: Hello officer...

Hiro: Thanks Fred... I just wish I let all of El Fuego's taunts go.

Cora: You really could've gotten hurt Hiro.

Fred: Yeah. Like Esme said, you have to pick your battles and decide which ones are worth your time.

*Soon enough, after getting Hiro safely back him and the gang mothering him, Cora looks at Hiro as they get him off the suit.*

Cora: I don't blame you for reacting that way you know... but again you really could've hurt yourself! I don't wanna loose you or Baymax after everything we've gone through!-

Hiro: *hugs her and rubs her back* I'm sorry Cora. You're right... I didn't focus.. what can I do to make up for it?

Cora: *Hugs him back* Just be careful for me. That's all I ask. I love you.

Hiro: I love you too.

*Soon enough, Hiro and Baymax are packing up the armor safely in a box inside their garage and have a heart to heart talk.*

Hiro: I can't believe I lost control... *picks up Baymax's helmet* I know no one can tarnish Tadashi's memory because... his work speaks for itself.

Baymax: His work has now become your work.

*Hiro receives a hug from Baymax to which he started to start a little play wrestling.*

Hiro: Hiro has Baymax against the ropes!

*And catching on to Hiro's mood, Baymax joins in the pretend wrestling.*

Baymax: This is safe, because it is fake.

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A.N: And that was El Fuego!

Either way, thank you for reading Big Hero 7 and enjoyed reading this chapter. Love you!

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The ring

Sighing, Nina sat in the breakfast nook, a cup of coffee in her hands. Summer was officially over, training camp was officially starting. Sidney had been in town two weeks earlier than expected. But Sidney sometimes came to the burgh early for workouts. This time, he was working out but Nina was also moving in. 

The house was huge and Sidney had pretty much everything so Nina donated a decent amount of kitchen supplies, etc. She had kept her favorite leather couch, her desk, and comfy computer chair. They now graced a room she had claimed as an office.

Now, as she looked at the first rays of dawn, Nina supposed she should feel some apprehension. Her parents were both a bit skeptical but when it became clear that Nina wasn’t going to quit working and would finish her PhD, Tracey and Vernon got on board. Nina was excited for this new chapter about to start.

“Why do you wake up so early?”

Nina turned and smiled. A grumpy Sidney was standing there, phone in his hand, his hair sticking up as he yawned.

“Unfortunately, Sid, I am a morning person,” Nina casually replied. “I told you that before I moved in.”

“It’s barely 6AM, come back to bed,” Sidney urged before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge

Nina snickered, shaking her head no before taking a sip of her coffee. “It’s Wednesday, I work, remember?”

Sidney let out unintelligible grumbles before sitting next to Nina. “What colors do you want me to look for again,” he asked as he drank some water.

“Red, green, and blue. Look for red, green, and blue. Rubies, emeralds, and sapphires, Sidney. No huge diamonds. Not sure if I want any diamonds anyway.”

Sidney frowned; he already had an idea for a ring but now he wasn’t sure. It was an square-cut emerald, surrounded by diamonds, and with a diamond band. It had screamed Nina’s name when he saw it but now, he wasn’t sure.

“So absolutely no diamonds at all,” Sidney asked.

Nina looked into his eyes and thought about her answer. She finally said, “Let me see it.”

Sid showed Nina the picture on his phone. Nina gasped and Sidney blabbered, “It won’t look exactly like this but this is what I was thinking about and when I saw it-“

“It’s perfect,” Nina breathed. “Maybe you aren’t too clueless to find my perfect ring.”

Sidney laughed as Nina kissed his cheek. Then he froze when she whispered, “I love you, Sidney.”

Nina waited a couple of moments before she started to feel nervous. Then Sidney replied, “You love me?”

“Yeah, even though you can be a fucking idiot, I love you. Don’t worry, I already know you love me.”

Nina giggled as Sidney looked at her confused. Then she got up and moved over to the table, put down her coffee cup and picked up her phone. Scrolling through her voicemails, Nina played the second one from the olympics; “I’m so happy we won, I still wish you were here, you’re my new lucky charm, pretty girl. Fuck, I love you so much, pretty girl, you make everything better now that you’re mine.”

Sidney flushed bright red as he heard his drunken self tell Nina how much he loved her, the noise of the team behind him. Nina snickered. “You were drunk as hell so I knew it was real. You also murmur it in your sleep.”

“I’m so embarrassed,” Sidney muttered as Nina sat down next to him. “That’s the first time I tell you I love you. Wow.”

“Awwwww, baby.”

Nina booped Sidney on the nose while he gave her a dirty look. Then he laughed as well. “Fuck, I love you, pretty girl.”

**

“Jason, what do you want,” Nina asked, irritated as she worked on updating patient files at the end of her workday.

Her little brother responded, “I need four grand so I can pledge.”

“How can you pledge during the season?”

Nina was extra confused. Jason was a month into his sophomore season and he was still doing great. There was a pause on the phone before Jason said, “The info session is this semester but the line probably won’t be until the spring.”

“Oh okay, that makes sense. But you don’t need it yet.”

“I know but I want you to remember. I know mom and dad don’t have it and I don’t want to make them feel like they have to pay for another extra thing for me,” Jason explained.

Nina sighed. She remembered from when she pledged Delta. At least since Jason was an athlete, it shouldn’t be too crazy for him. “Okay.”

“Thanks sis!”

Nina hung up, uninterested in hearing anything else that Jason had to say. She was tired, it had been a couple of weeks since that morning, and Nina was ready to go home early and sleep. However, her office door opened and Sidney stepped in.

“Sid, what are you doing here?”

Sidney rocked on his heels, starting to lose his courage. The ring was in his pocket, ready to go. “You seemed a little frazzled this morning so I decided to come pick you up and take you to get something to eat since I don’t have a game tonight.”

“Awwww but I drove,” Nina replied, confused. Normally they would just meet at home. This was strange, she thought.

Sidney smiled. “Don’t worry, we’ll come back to get your car. It’s only 4 PM, not like we are getting dinner.”

“Okay,” Nina replied. She was basically done anyway. Grabbing her bag, she left with Sidney.

The drive itself was simple, Nina not even noticing they were driving towards Cranberry Township instead of Sewickley. Then, Sidney turned into the parking lot of the Lemieux Center.

“Why are we here?”

Nina looked at Sidney. For once, he looked a bit nervous, something different for the longtime captain of the Pittsburgh Penguins. Cryptically, Sidney replied, “You’ll find out.”

Nina shrugged as she unbuckled her seatbelt. Sidney was weird at times and this was one of them.

It was early evening so there was barely anyone there. Nina waved to some of her old coworkers; she still kept in contact with everyone, especially Gretchen. Holding her hand, Sidney pulled Nina towards her old office. Currently, it was empty, no one had been using it. Opening the door, Sidney ushered Nina inside.

Nina felt a shiver come up her spine. This had been her home base for a good three years at her first position after graduating from the University of Florida with her DPT. There had been some fun times here at the Lemieux Center.

“I still remember when I first met you here. You were and still are, absolutely stunning and your smile stopped me in my tracks,” Sidney began in a soft voice. “Not just because you are so pretty but you are beautiful on the inside too. You make me want to be a better man. Before you, Nina, I was basically married to hockey-“

“You still are,” Nina interrupted with a giggle.

Sidney fake huffed. “Let me finish, pretty girl. Before you, I was pretty sure I’d find someone to marry after playing, maybe have a couple of kids, but I didn’t believe that love was possible. Then you told me no the first couple of times I asked you out, you said that while I was nice, I wasn’t worth your career. Do you know how much I admire you, Nina? You are true to yourself first. I am so lucky that you chose me.”

“Well, you are okay… barely worth losing my privacy. Just barely,” Nina joked. But her hands were itchy and she was feeling nervous.

“I love the sarcasm too. Life will always be interesting with you, Nina.”

Sidney slipped to one knee and Nina gasped, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. Sidney slipped a ring box out of his pocket and opened it, showing Nina an emerald ring similar to the one he showed her before but a bit different.

“Nina, would you do the honor of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?”

Eyes tearing up, Nina whispered, “Yes Sid, fuck yes I’ll marry you.”

It was hard to believe that she was engaged. Engaged to Sidney fucking Crosby. Nina looked at the ring Sidney slipped onto her finger. It was a flawless 5 ct square cut emerald surrounded by diamonds with diamonds on the platinum band. Not the flashiest ring but Nina loved it. It fit her personality. It was also small enough that it wouldn’t interfere with her work.

Nina absolutely loved it. She loved it so much, she was speechless.

Wiping tears from Nina’s eyes, Sidney smiled as he said, “These are the only tears I ever want to see from you. Happy tears.”

“Fuck, I have no words.” Nina instead kissed Sidney, a gentle press of lips that turned hot quickly. Slipping her tongue into Sidney’s mouth, Nina moaned as she felt Sidney grab her ass. But before they could go any further, someone coughed.

Hastily breaking apart, Nina self-consciously grinned as she noticed her old coworkers, Mario, and some of Sidney’s teammates crowded around the doorway.

Mario laughed. “So she said yes?”

Nina just thrust out her hand, showing off the ring. She giggled as she heard the oohs and aahs, keeping an eye on Sidney. Sighing, she said, “I want to see any pictures before you do anything with them. I already know you had someone sneakily take pics, you can’t help it.”

“Oops, one already got posted,” Kris kidded. “I’m just playing.”

Nina glared at Kris before laughing. She was in too good of a mood to be angry. Taking her phone out of her pocket, Nina called her mom but the call went straight to voicemail. Calling her dad, Nina felt her cheeks go hot when her father said, irritated, “Your mom and I are kinda busy.”

“Ugh, um, wow, tmi, Dad, but I was calling to tell you that Sid proposed,” Nina said, a bit nauseated. She heard her mother scream in the background as her dad said, “Finally. He asked a couple of weeks ago.”

As her dad abruptly hung up, Nina stared at her phone with wide eyes before shaking her head. Sidney looked at her questioningly before Nina said, “You don’t want to know. But they are happy.”

By the time Nina was finished talking to all of the well-wishers and going through the photos, she was exhausted. Then her phone blew up with texts and calls as well as Sidney’s. Sidney had already called his family and they had all shared congratulations, including Trina. Sidney sighed. “They must have posted it on Twitter and Instagram.”

“They did because I have about 300 new followers already to my 12,000. Wow, almost enough to become an influencer,” Nina remarked. “I can’t wait for them to see how boring I am on IG.”

Sidney laughed as they made their way to his car.

**

All things considered, Nina didn’t really feel like her life had changed as much as it could have. Very few people treated her differently; it seemed that the unspoken Pittsburgh rule of leaving Sidney alone in public finally applied to her. There was the same anonymous snarking on the internet but Nina kept ignoring that as always.

The Penguins started their season on the road, their first game at MSG against the Rangers before games against the Devils, Flyers, and Caps, before returning home to open against the Isles. The time was spent with texts, some wilder and nastier than others, some suggestive but not too suggestive pics, and the beginning of wedding planning.

The night of the first game back, Nina headed to PPG Arena, a black Penguins tee and jeans with a pair of Jordans, Karesha, AJ, and Aryanna with her. The game itself was rather boring, a goalie duel that ended with a Pens win in a shootout.

Sidney had to do media and it was a school night so after giving Sidney a post game kiss, Nina took Aryanna back to her parents before going home. Taking advantage of Sidney not being home yet, Nina quickly changed before crawling into bed. In less than an hour, the door opened and Nina smirked.

Sidney literally ran up the stairs, ready to see his fiancée and get into his own bed. But as soon as he opened the door, his breath caught. Nina was kneeling in the center of their bed, wearing his jersey.

“Welcome home, daddy.”

Sidney licked his lips, dropping his bag before taking off his tie, walking to the bed. “I can get used to this for the rest of my life.”

“Lucky you,” Nina managed to snark before Sidney claimed her lips in a kiss

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Beach Day

Discord request

fandom: Undertale AU, human version

warnings: none

word count: 1,391

summary: Dream and Nightmare go on a date a nearby beach. Cross and his service dog tag along because drove them there.

Dream hummed quietly as he gently nuzzled his boyfriend, smiling warmly as he happily pressed a light kiss to Nightmare's lips, enjoying the other's warmth. It was a beautiful summer day, not a cloud in the sky as the two of them walked hand in hand down the beach, bare foot as they enjoyed the feeling of the sand beneath their feet. The sand was hot to the touch, prompting Dream to grin a little as he asked Nightmare mischievously "Race you to the water's edge to cool our feet down?"

Nightmare chuckled softly and nodded "Sounds like fun~! I bet that I'll get there first - no magic?"

"Of course no magic! And I'm pretty sure that I'll beat you this time..." Draem paused for a moment, before turning a little and staring at Cross, who was about five feet behind them, wearing a wide, broad-brimmed hat and carrying both the picnic basket and keeping a careful hold on the leash to his service dog, a very intelligent collie-doodle by the name of Chara. "Hey Cross, we're going to head over to the water!" He called out a little louder, to make sure that the other heard him.

"Okay! I'm going to scope out a good place to put down the picnic stuff... And don't forget to put sunscreen on!" Cross answered back, brandishing the bottle of lotion "Unless you want Ink to laugh at you for three weeks as you peel. Or maybe that's just me."

Nightmare chuckled softly "We already put on sunscreen before you drove us here, remember? You threatened to drown us in it before we left." Neither of the guardians were burned by sunlight, but their mortal friend's concern was sweet. Even if Sunscreen smelled strange and acrid.

"Oh... Right. Well, okay then. I just have to reapply like every forty-five minutes." Cross grumbled, pouting a little bit as he scratched his nose with a free finger, adjusting the umbrella he was holding in the crook of one of his elbows a bit "Go on, shoo! Have fun you two." He murmured with a warm smile, glad to see the couple getting along so well. He was totally going to drag his boyfriends here later.

Dream and Nightmare both nodded in acknowledgement before sprinting as fast as they could for the water line Slowly but surely, Nightmare began to pull ahead of Dream, as the negative guardian was the faster of the two of them.

Dream huffed a little, trying to push himself to go a little bit faster, his eyes widening in shock as Nightmare suddenly stumbled a couple of steps ahead of him. The positive spirit skidded to a halt, pinwheeling his arms in order to avoid falling over in the sand himself, turning and kneeling over his beloved, ignoring the way that the hot sand seemed to burn against the skin of his legs "Night, are you okay?"

"Yeah." Was Nightmare's muffled response, as the other had managed to fall flat on his face, unable to react in time. The negative spirit stayed still for a moment longer before rolling over "I tripped on a small bit of driftwood... And you came back for me?"

"Well, yeah. I wasn't going to just let you fall on your face and claim victory, that would be cheating, love." Dream pointed out, bright golden eyes warm and gentle as he gave the other a light peck in the lips before brushing the sand that he'd acquired from the other.

"Aww... Thanks, starlight. Ugh... I don't wanna run anymore... But the water looks so inviting, even upside down..." Nightmare sighed, sitting up after a moment and taking Dream's silently offered hand as he hauled himself up to his feet, pulling his beloved in close and pressing another couple of light kisses to his beloved's lips and face, feeling affectionate.

"Then maybe we should walk to the water together?" The positive spirit suggested, a warm smile lingering on his face as he continued to snuggle with his beloved.

"That sounds like a good idea to me, love." Nightmare hummed softly and nodded, wrapping one of his arm's around Dream's waist. The pair of them walked the rest of the way to the beach arm in arm, leaning against one another.

The positive spirit shivered a little as the water rushed over their feet, once they walked part way into the surf's edge. "Brrrr! It's so cold..." Dream remarked, rather surprised by that fact.

Nightmare couldn't help but laugh a little at the surprise that he could see and sense from his other half "Of course it is, what were you expecting?"

Dream pouted a little "The water in some of the AUs we visit can be quite warm! I was kind of hoping to go swimming with you... But it's too cold in this part of this world to do that. Not without magic, which takes some of the fun away."

"Aww... There'll be other opportunities to swim, love. I think that there's an indoor pool at the hotel that we're staying in." Nightmare reassured the other, amused. The two of them walked along the edge of the water line - the waves dousing their feet in very cold salt water until the two of them could barely see the overly-large umbrella that Cross had taken refuge under.

Then the pair of guardians turned around and slowly made their way back to Cross, holding hands and occasionally stealing kisses from one another. The steady sea breeze was nice to feel - as the day was steadily growing warmer.

Cross waved at them, his eyes half-closed as he gently petted Chara, sprawled out beneath the umbrella and laying contentedly on top of the blanket. "Welcome back... You ready to eat?"

Both of them nodded, sitting down next to one another and Dream asked "Are you?"

"Yeah, I could eat." The fair haired swordsman answered honestly, lifting the lid of the picnic basket and handing out paper plates. "Oooh, this all looks so good. I'm not sure where to start."

Nightmare chuckled a little, amused "Start at the top, I guess? Oh, and before you ask, I did make sure to sneak into the cold section of this picnic basket about a pound and a half of that fudge that we all really liked into the cold portion of the picnic from that cheese factory we stopped at earlier."

Cross grinned and pumped his fist into the air "Yessss! You're the best, Nightmare. I didn't eat all of the fudge that I bought... I promised Kills and Dusty that I'd bring them some but... It was so hard. I'm glad that there's more fudge to eat."

Dream couldn't help but chuckle softly at the other's excited reaction, deciding not to mention that he'd also snagged some extra fudge - mostly because he hoped to save it for a small surprise for Nightlight later. "Maybe we should have some of the stuff we brough here before breaking out the fudge?"

"Sounds good - I'm going to have some of the pasta salad and a sandwich - there aren't any onions in either of these, right?" Cross asked, hesitating for a moment. He was pretty sure of the answer, but wanted to be sure.

"No onions - no alliums of any kind. Today's supposed to be about having fun, not stabbing you with an epi-pen before Dream heals you or we teleport you to the nearest hospital." Nightmare reassured one of his best friends with a gentle smile.

"Cool. Thanks, I... I know that you guys are really good about that sort of thing but I just..." Cross fidgeted with the lid of the container "I just..." Chara let out a soft wuff and put his head in Cross's lap.

"You've got food allergies and want to keep yourself safe. I understand that these sorts of things can make you very anxious - and for good reason." Dream soothed, smiling warmly at the younger being as he gently used his aura to cheer Cross up a little - and he knew that Nightmare was drawing off some of the other's negative feelings. "It could cause you a lot of problems."

Cross let out a long and low breath of relief, nodding a little and smiling shakily at both emotive guardians "Thanks again." The three of them talked and ate companionably.

#my writing #dreammare #dream #nightmare #cross #human versions

[chi-is-bored]

A rant abt RenAi

I was missing Zero that I wanted to re-read his scenes and saw vkm has alot more chapters since I last visited (I dunno why I was surprised it was like a year ago) but anyway, I chose random chapter to check out and BAM well hello there RenAi *sigh

My first response was 'of fucking couse you do' but I'm not surprised.

My second response was 'shes a girl??'

So then I checked out vkm tags I'm surprised that there are people who were in denial... Like I get it, YuMe isnt direct incest like RenAi and VK and even vkm kinda sunk that ship but like why are you surprised? Were y'all thinking that with YuMe sunk, sensei is implying that incest sucks in her universe? Cause YuMe didnt sunk in canon because it was incest but because kaname was too depresed and fucked up that he crossed the line and hurting yuuki, thats why he decided to 'stop' their relationship.

While checking tags, I read some from both sides... Aaaand....

1. I agree that people who cant enjoy vkm anymore should just stop reading. And like just delve into fanfics and fanart cuz like thats what they are for. But some people like to rant cuz thats what blogs are for. We just need to tag and block tags, man.

2. Saying ALL the ones who dislike or even disappointed abt RenAi is lesbianphobes... Nah hun, its the incest thats they have problem with, I dunno why this is hard, like alot of fans dont like YuMe for the very same reason even tho they're like ancestors apart lol.

3. While some are preetty clear that the reason they dont like it is because incest isnt their cup of tea, but Im seeing some post that is one slip away to purity culture and nuh uh, no just no. Look whatever, some people ship incest, some people dont, when you dont you just press that back button (and I know alot have done, which is fine and good). But for the love of God, I better not see 'incest is wrong' regarding renai's discourse. This is fucking fictional abt vampires! Dark vampires not fucking vegetarian vamps (tho I hesitate to call VK a dark manga.... Its more like a dark rose-colored one)

4. The stalking, creepy way of Ai's bla bla bla.... Like please, none of the vampires in vk are fucking saint. All of our charas are fucking disfungsional. They are not bad or evil, but none of them are good. Zeki even said it, Kaname did the same. And I know, VK has kaname abusive in the end, but *sigh Sensei story is of that tragic backstory caused this guy to fucked up his mind and vampire has instincts that cause these abuse. For the lack of better words Sensei in the story kinda excuse the abuse. I disagree but I didnt write the story so. And sensei has written a parallel of yume with zero ai, but resolved or handled in better way so really, I dont think they're going to go the same mistake as kaname made.

And full disclosure, I dont like RenAi, its not that they're girls, or incest. I have some incest... uh not ship I guess since I'm not invested in their relationship canon but I do enjoy incest fanfic or stories, from the dark toxic one to the pure but 'wrong' love. One example is Okumura Yukio/Rin, they are twins and are demons so really.. I'm not new to these dark themes... But honestly I'm just disappointed.

At first I thought is it because I hate YuMe? But then I remembered my problem with the last chapters of VK was Yuuki's lack of development not Yume, cause I did root for them until the after rido arc. And its mainly because Yuuki devolution that to me are in effect of putting kaname in focus. So in a way I hated YuMe for de-evolving my girl and just ended there without the rise of her character or something.

Honestly I dont think I'm the only one who think that vkm was a fix for that.I think thats why a lot of people are mad that the trio 'dissapear'.

If it isnt clear, its because some fans wanted to see some closures and the development for the charas that were rushed in vk. Until RenAi appeared, it hasnt finished yet, so these fans were miffed or pissed that sensei suddenly focused in RenAi when some charas havent even shown their faces. Dont get me wrong, the way vkm has been written has made me think that all development and closures are going to be written in pieces and disjointed from the start, so I personally dont have a problem but I can understand these fans.

Wait, I think I went on tangent.

Damn this ia long.... Sorry.

I think, bottomline RenAi ticked me off cause its like the de-evolution of yuuki all over again and the way RenAi plot is handled canonwise is not my cup of tea. Tho really VK has always been weak in plot, so we should man up and admit it, VK n VKm are character study stories.

The fanfics on the other hand....

#vampire knight memories #vampire Knight: memories #vkm #vampire knight #ranting