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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 11 months ago

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yesss pleaseeee write the stalker!jean y/n as a drabble!!! like Jean is just soo 😫i just know he would be a good asl stalker, especially since he is super tall and mysterious 😫

lurk

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader

word count: 1.7k +

a/n: i didnt proof read this but also this came out super cute but like also terrifying but ily pookie bear jean

tw: stalking, manipulation, drinking, etc

it was cold tonight, nearly below freezing in shiganshina. you hated the cold, you dreaded being bundled up in a billion layers only to still be shivering. however, it was almost christmas and you were running behind on shopping. fortunately for you, the streets were quiet. nobody wanted to be out in this weather. you weren't afraid of the dark. often times, you embraced the peace that came from walking the street alone at night. despite being a woman, shiganshina was a relatively safe city.

the streets and sidewalks were lined with a thing layer of snow with flurries still falling from the sky. there's a glow of warmth from the street lines as you duck into the nearest store. it's a small boutique that's much warmer than outside. there are mannequins strewn about, various pieces on displays and a small jewelry section in the back. you decide to head to the back of the store and work your way up front.

despite being a small array of options, the jewlery they had was beautiful. you pick up a small white box were two silver earrings in the shape of hearts like. you frown as you slide a finger down the side of the container. they were pretty, but it wasnt something your mother would like and that's who you were here for, after all. you ponder getting them for yourself but your face drops when you remember your budget. you sigh and put them back on the shelf while you put your mother first.

as you set them down, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. no, you were definitely being watched. you slowly turn your head around and an exhale when you don't see anybody with their eyes on you. just a few other women browsing about and the shop owner who's ringing up a tall man's purchase. you shake your head. christmas time was always stressful for you and it's certainly showing now.

after finding a suitable necklace for your mom, you bring it up to the cashier. the cashier is a sweet, older lady who is smiling as hard as she can. you feel bad that she has to be out at work during the cold and make small talk about how you'll need to do your holiday baking tomorrow. she laughs and tells you that she's running behind too, and that she's sure you'll get your cookies done in time.

the walk back to your apartment building isn't so bad despite the howling wind. you remind yourself to be thankful for the snow, knowing the toll global warming would eventually take. on the opposite side of the street, there's a nice black car with tinted windows. you take a moment to wonder who was lucky enough to drive such a luxurious car, as you've seen it around town before. quite often actually. although, you've never seen it on your street before. you didn't live in the nicest part of town and you assume it must be somebody's family member visiting for the holidays. you head into the builiding, unaware of the pair of eyes staring at you from within the car.

unfortunately, the next day isn't any warmer. you're smart this time and decide to go shopping early in the day instead of having to brave the cold, harsh night. you drive to the nearest grocery store; your kitchen was tragically empty and lacking all of the ingredients needed to make your famous christmas cookies.

in the baking aisle of the store, you stare at the plethora of options that could either make or break your dessert. you grab a bag of chocolate chips and peanut butter chips. you spin on your heel, ready to move farther down the aisle. classically, you bump right into somebody and unfortunately the carton of eggs you had tucked under your arm before coming to this aisle heads straight to the ground. the lid pops open and eggs fall out, cracking on the ground. ultimately, they crack and the yolks splatter onto your shoes and up your paint leg a little. you let out a gasp and look up into the eyes of a handsome stranger.

his hazel eyes widen as he looks at splattered eggs on your clothing. "i'm so sorry, i didn't see you there." he looks for a way to help you but he's failing.

"it's fine," you sigh. "it's christmas time and we're all in a rush. plus, i'm a little clumsy." you blush as you feel his eyes give you a once over. you clear your throat and his eyes come back up to land on yours.

"i'm the clumsy one this time. i really am sorry. could i at least pay for your stuff?" he tilts his head. you realize just how tall he is as he looms over you, waiting for an answer.

"no, that's alright, really. it's my fault, i told you i'm clumsy. stuff like this happens to me alot." you admit, turning more red by the second. he laughs and rubs the back of his neck. his laugh is deep and hearty.

"oh, c'mon, how else are those cookies going to get made?"

"how did you know i was going to make cookies?" you ask, raising a brow at him. he clears his throat and points at the bags in your arms.

"you're in the baking aisle, after all. eggs and chocolate chips are also two of the most important things when it comes to cookies." he laughs and you feel embarrassed at your stupid question. obviously he knew you were going to be baking, it's that time of year and you are holding the ingredients for them. you laugh with him and choose to accept his generosity, appreciating not having to spend your own money, especially since it was a little tight right now.

after picking out a new carton of eggs, you and the handsome stranger head to the check out line. "my names jean, by the way." he says as he hands the clerk his card. he looks down at you.

"i'm (y/n)." you tell him. he nods his head. he hands you the plastic bag filled with your now paid for groceries. you two walk out of the store together when all of a sudden, he stops you.

"this might be a little cliche and a little too fast, but would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow? just feel really bad 'bout the eggs 'n all." he shrugs as he makes sure his joke lands.

you know what, what the hell?

"sure, jean."

after exchanging numbers, you two head off in your own separate directions. back at your apartment, the fancy car is still there, just in a slightly different position. you think about how nice it must be to have family come to visit as you head inside.

tomorrow night comes quicker than expected. you had knots in your stomach all morning and you find them still lingering into the evening. you take your time getting ready for your date with jean and you can't shake the feeling of anxiety nestling into your chest.

later on, you park your car at the restaurant jean had texted you to meet him at. it's a high end restaurant and you're relieved you chose to wear one of your nicest dresses and an overcoat. as you make your way to the front door, you see that same black car, tucked neatly into one of the back parking spots. you shake your head as you head into the restaurant.

jean is dressed to the nines. if you thought he was handsome yesterday, you thought he fucking looked deadly tonight. if looks could kill.

jean smiles as you take a seat across from him. you give him a shy smile as you watch him take in your appearance. there's a glimmer of hunger in his eyes that makes you want to sink into your seat. you're self conscious as his eyes devour you but his words come out so calmly. "you look really good."

"thank you." quiet are the words that manage to come from your lips.

you spend the evening making talk of all sort of topics ranging from the weather to the casual, heated arguments about aliens and if they existed or not. you really enjoy your time, finding it n yourself to indulge in a bottle of wine. jean offers to pay for the entire meal as your plates becomes empty. you laugh and make a joke about how rich he must be. he just chuckles in return.

you start to realize just how drunk you are. the heat in your cheeks is radiating and you feel like you're vibrating, just a little. jean hasn't taken his eyes off you once.

"before you go," he starts. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, white box. "i got you something. now, i know we just officially met but i couldn't help myself."

the words go right over your head as you reach across the table for the little container. you take the lid off and gasp. the pair of little, silver hearts from the store the other night. you become a stuttering mess. "h-how did you.."

your brain begins to move a thousand miles a minute, flashing different pictures your eyes have collected the last few days. it's the black car you've seen all over town. the tall man in the boutique. the black car parked on your street. the feeling of being watched. the cookies. the earrings. the car in a different position.

your words fall out in a whisper as you drop the box onto the table. "you..." jean tilts his head and smirks. he can see the realization in your eyes and the hunger in his grows. you feel helpless in this crowded restaurant, not wanting to make a scene. he watches your rosy cheeks turn pale.

"me? what about me, (y/n)?" his words are condescending.

"you've been watching me. stalking me." you hiss under your breath, hoping it comes out as confident but jean picks up on the shakiness on your voice.

"hmm..? what was that?" you can see the thrill he's getting. you don't answer him. you reach to where you set your phone on the table at the beginning of the date. it isn't there. “oh, my silly (y/n.) you've drank a whole bottle of wine. just however will you get home?"

my jean fanfiction

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astrialuvs · 11 months ago

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I’d love to hear ur personal headcanons for karma!!!

Headcanons for Akabane Karma as Himself | as a Friend | as a Lover

➻ PAIRING : akabane karma x reader

➻ CONTENT WARNING : my headcanons to these red-haired boy 😗🫶

➻ WORD COUNT : 845 words

a/n: it's actually my first time doing a request, so i'm sorry for taking a long time doing it. tell me what'chu think about it?

another a/n: also, i actually made three sets of headcanons (hcs for his character alone, hcs for his character as a friend, hcs for his character as a lover). though the other two are not yet done. so please bear with me 🙏 🙏 🙏 . (i might upload them tomorrow, though.)

I feel like he's a good chef but has a weird taste in food. I imagine him matching unbelievable types of food:

During a lazy weekend, Karma set out on his solo culinary adventure to indulge in his wickedness and hidden abilities. After catching sight of a fanciful idea, he resolved to prepare dishes involving the most unlikely pairings of ingredients.

In his kitchen, Karma created an exotic twist: a Chocolate-Soy Sauce Glazed Chicken Mélange that surprised even her own palate. He was surprised and delighted by the sweet chocolate dancing with the savory soy, which convinced him that there must be greater powers.

Karma then bravely went to doing a Strawberry-Wasabi Surprise dish. Sweet strawberries and fiery wasabi produced a unique taste—at least to his taste buds—that resulted in something delectably different from what is normally expected.

Continuing his culinary excitement, Karma made garlic-flavored pasta with marshmallows. Marshmallows, with their soft sweetness, worked unexpectedly well with the sharp garlic. The combination resulted in a dish that defied all traditional ideas about taste.

"Who says you can't play with food? It's all about bending the rules, adding a dash of mischief," he said to himself.

And, as Karma stood in front of his experimental creations with pride, he rejoiced at the prospect of pushing the boundaries of experimentation. During his one-man journey, he discovered that the most memorable meals are often accompanied by something unusual. For him, the kitchen became a zone of his imagination and creativity, leaving behind an appreciation for cooking.

I believe he has a soft spot for animals, particularly strays.

One sunny afternoon, Karma walked through the park, his steps light and focused. While he was enjoying the peace and quiet, he noticed a movement near a cluster of bushes. Nestled among the foliage was a stray cat—a small, scruffy ball of fur with curious eyes that met Karma's gaze.

His mischievous smile softened into a grin as he bent toward the timid cat, his hand slowly reaching out. He slowly handed out a piece of bread. The stray, at first hesitant, approached with caution. Karma's fingers touched the soft fur as he stroked the cat's back gently.

"There, there," he says, somehow sharing the feeling of loneliness to the cat.

In that one moment, Karma's tough exterior melted away, revealing a different side of him that was rarely visible. His eyes shone with genuine affection, and he didn't stop talking to the stray, quietly offering him words of tenderness. Karma had a deep affection for animals, particularly those in need, regardless of how daring or competitive he was. Afterall, he knows how it feels.

Karma's unexpected conversation with a stray cat evolved into an unspoken thrice of trust and understanding. However, the cat that had been nervous was now meowing contentedly beneath Karma's caress. In that serene moment, Karma's sympathy for stray animals demonstrated the depth of his character, reminding us that even the most unexpected people can have a soft spot for those in need.

Karma eventually stood up, giving the stray one last gentle pat before continuing his walk. The stray cat, now with a new companion, looked at Karma gratefully. In that peaceful park moment, Karma's compassion for stray animals demonstrated the depth of his character, serving as a reminder that even the most unexpected people can have a soft spot for those in need.

He who values the lessons he learned from Koro-sensei and applies it to his life.

Following Koro-sensei's death, the students in Class 3-E were enveloped in an atmosphere of grief. The once lively classroom echoed with a sense of loss and contemplation, leaving Karma and his classmates to deal with the void left by their beloved teacher.

For instance, each of them reminisced about stories that made them laugh, as well as memories of times when they grew and realized their fondness for each other through sharing experiences. Their teacher's presence stayed with them as a memory, inspiring them to pay tribute to the man by applying the skills and values he taught them.

As the days passed, Karma became aware of a slight change within himself. Koro-sensei's teachings rang true in his mind, altering how he saw and responded to life. The flickering wickedness in his eyes remained, but he had gained a better understanding of the importance of accountability and sensitivity.

Remembering Koro-sensei's teachings on resilience and compassion, Karma chose a different path. Instead of retaliating, he handled the situation without resorting to violence. He demonstrated a newfound maturity.

In the face of Karma's changed attitude, the group of students who were initially motivated by vengeance found themselves disarmed. Karma's resilience, strategic thinking, and compassionate demeanor helped to defuse the tension. Slowly, understanding replaced resentment, and the students exited the scene, leaving both parties safe.

While the pain of Koro-sensei's absence persisted, the students, led by Karma and others, turned difficulties into opportunities for positive change. Their journey continued, and Koro-sensei's indomitable spirit persisted within each student, ensuring that his legacy would always be a guiding light in their lives.

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boytumms · 11 months ago

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I'm just thinking about fantasy adventurer boys again. Specifically fantasy adventurer boys doing something heroic, and the locals, of some other species than the adventurer himself (like, elves or dwarves or whatever vs humans, or something), holding a victory feast in his honor. Yay! Cool, right? Except... halfway through the feast, the adventurer notices that his tummy is hurting terribly, because ooops, it turns out that some of the ingredients the local people use for their foods don't really agree with human digestive system.

Can the hero excuse himself somehow, slink out of the feast - that's being held in his honor - somewhere private? Or does he rather try to put on a brave face and suffer through the feast?

I bet this happens all the time in fantasy worlds, like imagine how different dragonborn food or orc food is, a lot of it probably wouldn't be edible for humans. Human adventurers like him would often end up getting very sick stomachs trying to eat food from other species, especially when their cultures say it's rude to refuse a feast. And of course the feast is huge, with massive proportions compared to what he's usually use to, they're so much bigger than he is and the meal sizes clearly reflect that.

After only one course, his poor belly is tight and round, heavy and solid like he just ate a rock (and who knows, he might as well have). More and more plates are pushed towards him, the hosts continuously piling more and more food for him to eat. There's nothing he can do to excuse himself, not wanting to show disrespect, so he forces himself to smile and swallow as much as he can, ending the night with a tummy so achingly huge it could probably be mistaken for a nine month pregnant belly.

His stomach hurts terribly, full with pounds and pounds of strange food, spices and meats and vegetables his body has never had before, and he's not even sure if he'll be able to digest it. His skin feels hot to the touch, belly bubbling and roiling like a boiling pot of water with all the spicy food he had to choke down. He need's help walking back to his tent, and once he's finally allowed to lay down, his hosts apologetically tend to his painful bellyache. They rub his sore belly with their big hands, pushing out the knots where his bloated stomach tightens and cramps.

It takes hours of him moaning in pain and rolling back and forth on the bed for him to finally fall asleep, arms wrapped tightly around his swollen tummy. His hosts stay to care for him throughout the night. They need him to feel better for the feast they're holding tomorrow...

#ask #anonymous #tummy ache #stuffing #belly ache #stomachache #writings #belly kink

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kaunis-sielu · 1 year ago

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Dangerous Places: 10

He slowly builds your trust over the next few weeks. It really is the little things, him noticing when you need something, like an ingredient or snack that you like. He’s already proven that he watches your numbers and has brought you several more records to play so it’s not so quiet in the house. The first time he gently touches your waist and you don’t flinch he hums softly,

“You’re getting more comfortable with me. ” He purrs into your hair and it makes your heart pound in the best way, “Good girl.”

“Thank you.” You don’t know how to handle the praise so this seems to be the best response.

“What are you making?”

“Peppermint truffles.”

“You sure love your sweets don’t you Bunny?”

“Yea, I like the challenge that they provide too.” You tell him as you work, Steve stays standing behind you. Previously this would have been far too close for your comfort but now you find you don’t really mind.

“I’m thinking this’ll be over in a month.” He says and you glance behind you at him.

“Really?” You don’t want to get too hopeful because it’ll hurt so much worse if you can’t disappear then.

“Yea, and I found someone who can take care of your brand. A friend of Bruce’s has some experience with burns, he’s going to come take a look later.”

“Will you be here?”

“No.”

“I’d like someone else here.”

“I’ll get someone,” he promises, “so good Bunny.” Steve says and it takes every ounce of self control you have to not preen.

The doctor that Steve had promised comes later that night. Carol is with you, of all the women that Steve could’ve asked you’re glad he picked her.

He walks you through the procedure, and while it sounds painful and scary you don’t care. You want the brand off.

“When can you do it?” You ask and he looks thoughtful,

“Right now.”

“Let’s do it.” You tell him and Carol looks surprised,

“You want to do this now?” She asks and you nod. There’s nothing you would like more than having the brand removed. “I’m going to call Steve while he gets set up.” She says and you shrug, she can do whatever she needs to.

When he’s ready you sit in a chair and he starts his work. The pain is indescribable, you can’t believe you’d gone through this once before.

“If you need to pass out just do it.” The Doctor says and you nod. Carol is watching and looks horrified, you can’t look. If you look you’re going to throw up, then pass out. You’ve got your eyes closed and you’re taking slow, deep breaths but the pain is too much and like the Doctor said, you pass out.

When you come to arms are around you and your arm feels like it’s on fire.

“How long?” Steve’s voice is right behind you, he must be the one holding you. He wouldn’t let anyone else.

“Maybe an hour?” Carol says and you blink your eyes open. “She’s awake.”

“Hey Bunny. How you feeling?”

“My arm is on fire.” You tell him going to touch it but he catches your hand with his before you can.

“You’re not supposed to touch it Bunny.” He says gently, “We have to put a cream on it and redress it tomorrow but leave it for now.”

“Hurts.” You whimper and he shushes you gently as Carol leaves the little house.

“I know. I’m sorry.” He soothes, for a powerful man he’s so gentle with you. It’s like he knows what you need, that quiet strength. “I’m proud of you though Bunny, you did a real brave thing.”

“I couldn’t look at it anymore.” You whisper and he hums, you’re pretty sure that he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m sorry it took so long. We can do something special when it heals.”

“Like what?”

“I’ll take you out, on a proper date.” He says softly, “if that’s okay with you.” You stare at where his hands are resting on your legs holding you gently to him,

“Yea I think that’d be okay.”

“Good. I have some work to do, you can come with me if you want.”

“What kind of work?”

“Paperwork. For my business.”

“What kind of mob does paperwork?” You ask and he chuckles softly,

“No Bunny, my legit business. Being in the mob doesn’t make that much money. I’m the CEO of my family’s insurance company.”

“Oh.” You’re surprised by this, all Crossbones had done was mob business. “What about Bucky?”

“What about him?” Steve seems

“Does he have another job?”

“He’s my head of security.” That makes sense, “you wanna come with?”

“What would I be doing?”

“Just keeping me company.” He offers and you close your eyes for a second, you’re content sitting here with him but he’s allowing you to leave the house. Even if it is with him.

“Do I need to look nice?”

“You do look nice.” He says and you look down at yourself. You’re in a black hoodie and a pair of black athletic pants.

“I think you and I have different ideas of nice.” You tell him and he laughs softly, “I’ll come with but I want to put on some jeans at least.”

“I can wait Bunny.” He helps ease you up off the couch and you go back to your bedroom and change into a black tee and a pair of jeans before putting on the brand new black tennis shoes Natasha brought you the first week.

When you go back out into the main part of the house Steve is standing by the front door. When he looks up at you his eyes travel the length of your body and it makes butterflies dance in your stomach.

“You ready?”

“To leave? Hell yes.” You tell him and he laughs softly.

“Okay, if anything goes down you listen.”

“I will.” At this point you’d probably agree to just about anything, he’s letting you leave your cage. Steve offers you his hand and when you take it he looks pleased, then leads you out of the front door and back into the warehouse. You’re fairly certain it’s night out but really you can’t be positive, it’s hard for time to exist when you don’t see the sun.

When you get outside you see you were right, the sky is dark and the air is crisp and you stop walking, you have no idea how long you’ve been in there but the fresh air smells so good. You close your eyes and breathe it in and Steve doesn’t try to get you to move.

“I’m sorry.” He says quietly, when you look over at him he looks ashamed of himself, “I should’ve let you come outside. I’ve been abusing you.” You’re not going to argue with him, it’s been absolute shit being stuck inside for so long. “I’ll do better.” You won’t get your hopes up, then again he usually makes good on his promises. The only one he hasn’t kept yet is letting you go.

“Can we ride with the windows down?”

“No, it’s not safe.” He says and you sigh softly but understand. You start walking and he joins you, as if he wanted to wait to make sure that you were ready to go before he brought you to the car.

“What is your family company name?”

“Shield Insurance.” He says pulling open the door in the back of the car.

“Is that home or car? What kind of insurance?”

“Mostly business.”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s not like my dream job but it’s fine.” He says sliding into the back with you. It’s then you realize Bucky is in the driver’s seat.

“What would your dream job be?” You ask as the car starts moving and Steve looks thoughtful.

“Artist.” Bucky’s voice chimes in from the driver’s seat, “he’d be an artist.” You’re surprised by this answer but Steve doesn’t argue, he gives a little shrug.

“Yea probably.”

“What kind of art?”

“I like to draw, I’ve started to get into painting lately which has been fun.” This is an interesting, and soft, side to the mob boss. “I like to do people the most.”

“From memory or do you have people sit for you?”

“Are you offering?” He flirts and you grimace causing him to laugh. You like being the cause for that sound more than you should. He’s a mob boss after all, you can’t get too attached, you swore you’d never get burnt again.

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changingplumbob · 11 months ago

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Pancakes Household: Chapter 8, Part 3

In this part Bob works on increasing his fame despite being a loner, but mainly it is Iggy's party! Time to join the teen world. The rolled traits/aspiration are set to be... a ride (I didn't mean that as a pun, but when you read you'll understand it kind of works as a pun).

For clarity Bob's nickname for Eliza is Jumble, and Eliza's nickname for Bob is Sleek. I'll try to capitalise them when they're being used as names to make any translations easier.

Harvey: We better head home, mum will have finished her next art piece by now

Carson: Thanks for having us Mrs Pancakes

Eliza: You’re welcome. Iggy dear, before you run off can you help clean up?

Iggy: Fine. But I’m still rebelling

Eliza: Whatever you say

Fergus: Ginger all you have to do it lie down, you do it all the time, just lie down

Ginger: *barks* kid is treating me like an idiot

Everyone else has contributed to laundry duty today except Bob so it’s up to him to hang it all up. He then works on a blue confetti cake for Iggy’s party tomorrow, never sure why birthday cakes don’t improve his baking skill. He had elected to take the day ff work but having done everything he wanted to do at home 2 hours into his shift he decides to head to work anyway, got to impress the bosses.

On his last night as a child Iggy spends some time on the tiny violin while Fergus, outside the gaze of his parents, dominates his homework. He may be rebelling but as a grade A student he does like to do it. Eliza can finally make some business calls, the opportunities always pop up at the most bizarre times. Since she’s still very dazed it doesn’t go well, and she takes Bob’s advice to lie down.

Bob: Shift was crazy. I-

Eliza: I’m awake! I’m awake

Bob: *chuckles* sure you are

Eliza: What were you saying Sleek?

Bob: That critic came back so instead of the mac and cheese I did the lobster dish. He approved but I know he was wanting more cheese

Eliza: Did you bring me leftovers

Bob: Not today. Let’s go to sleep

Eliza: But woohoo! I like woohoo!

Bob: Jumble you’re still smoking, and sound exhausted. I know you’ll want to be awake for the party tomorrow. You need sleep

Eliza: *sighs* Spoilsport

Bob: Happy birthday!

Iggy: Thanks dad. Are you sure I can’t just age up now

Bob: If you do that you can’t go to school today

Iggy: Exactly!

Eliza: No one is missing school. And no one is missing their own birthday party

Fergus: Remember, if you don’t like any of your presents, I’ll take them

Eliza: Will you take today off work

Bob: No, I’ll have time to party before my shift. How about you

Eliza: I need to take the day or I’ll miss the party

Bob and Eliza both feel the need to exercise, they are active sims after all. While Bob volunteers to brave the rain to take Ginger for a jog, Eliza, who is not a fan of getting rained on, uses the exercise machine on the deck. Afterwards she’s pleased to discover her husband hung the washing up properly and takes down the now dry laundry.

Bob: Hello followers. Today we will be doing some lobster. First step, as always, prep. Prep your workspace, prep your ingredients, prep your cooking attitude!

The drone beeps that more viewers have tuned in.

Bob: Now lobster is expensive, not all of us can afford it. We’re lucky that here in Brindleton Bay there’s a fresh supply at a reasonable price. Next time we’ll look at how to get the best flavour for your fish, no matter how fancy, so be sure to tune in!

Bob: Remember guys, putting the dish in the oven is not like reaching the end of a book. You can always take the meal out as it cooks to add more flavour, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do!

The drone beeps to show Bob has gained more followers.

Bob: Thanks for subscribing everyone. Believe me I’m doing much better than if you were here in person. And at long last, our meal! Sparkling with excellence. But we’re still not at the end of the book guys! Final step, as my wife often tells me, is to clean up! If you’re like me, you hate it, but it’s important to keep your kitchen sanitised.

Eliza: Great stream jumble, I kept the computer open to it while Aaron was helping me with my debating

Bob: Please tell me it was on mute

Aaron: You’re better than you give yourself credit for Bob

Bob: I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t need the fame for promotion

Eliza: Charisma is always a beneficial skill

Bob: Don’t mind me, I’m going to start the next book

Aaron: You mentally prepared for your oldest to be a teenager

Eliza: Not even close

The kids get home and it looks like it’ll be an indoor party.

Iggy: Carson, take a picture with me before the height difference confuses the camera

Bob: Cake is up! Where’s the birthday kid?

Iggy: Right here dad

Eliza: Make a wish

Iggy thinks for a minute, then blows out the candles!

Iggy roles the ambitious traits from their parents, but since that can’t be applied as a teen, it’ll be the YA trait. So a reroll lands the horse lover trait, as well as the joke star aspiration despite a weakness for comedy. We have our third pansexual Pancakes and they also rolled being genderfluid. I’m going to do my best googling and rereading of Lumpinou’s LGBTQIA mod notes to hopefully represent them accurately.

The cake goes down a hit and the guests tuck in. Bob has to go to work but Iggy pulls him aside before he leaves.

Iggy: Before you go dad, I just want you to know…

Bob: Yes?

Iggy: I’ve been thinking, about myself and.. I’m pansexual

Bob: Awesome! Just like me and your mother

Iggy: Wait, you’re pan?

Bob: Yeah. Everyone always forgets because we’re in a straight presenting relationship, but we are. I got to head off but I love you buddy, thanks for opening up

Iggy watches their dad go and has mixed feeling about not having time to broach their gender.

Iggy returns to their party and mingles around their friends, trying to get as many selfies as they can to cement themselves as a teenager.

Iggy: I’m so excited to see what high school is like

Amie: Don’t be, it’s not very exciting

Angel: Well I like it

Iggy: Since I already became a llamacorn scout I’m thinking of joining the cheer squad

William: Not football

Iggy: So I can get hit in the face constantly? I don’t think so. Anyway, I’ll see you all tomorrow, okay?

Darwin: Sure thing, later Pancakes

With the party done Iggy heads to the study where Eliza helps them tackle their homework.

Iggy: But what do they mean? Since when is pie a chart

Eliza: Don’t worry, your dad would get stuck but I know all about that

They both stumble through it and Iggy sighs in relief when it’s done.

Eliza: Are you okay? You just aged up with high confidence but you seem downcast

Iggy: It’s just a lot to adjust to mother

Eliza: Want to tell me about it? Sometimes a problem seems less big if you get it out of your head

Iggy: Well I told dad before he left but, I’m pan. He said that was just like the two of you

Eliza: Oh you bet! I like a nice ass, no matter the identity of the person it belongs to

Iggy: OMW mother! It’s hard enough to go from not thinking about romance to suddenly having all these attraction thoughts without hearing about what you find attractive

Eliza: Sorry. I’m just glad you shared this with me. Come give me a hug son

Iggy leans in to her hug, but ultimately has to pull back.

Eliza: What is it?

Iggy: I’m not exactly your son

Eliza: Oh?

Iggy isn’t to sure what to say next but Eliza gives their hand a reassuring squeeze.

Iggy: I’ve realised I’m not a guy. At least, not all the time. I’m this thing called genderfluid, I don’t know if you know about it…

Eliza: If it’s part of you, I want to learn. I promise to listen

Iggy: Okay mother. So you know how most people will have a gender identity and stick to it? I don’t. Some days I’ll feel like your son, some days I’ll feel like your daughter, some days I’ll feel like I’m somewhere inbetween.

Eliza: Who are you today Iggy? Oh shoot, should I call you Iggy? I can change if you want me to

Iggy: *laughs* Hey mother, this is new for me to, we’re both bound to make mistakes. Today is very much a they/them day though

Eliza: Come here then my child

Iggy: *laughs* you sound silly

Eliza: Hey now, if it’s to make you feel happy and safe, I’ll sound as silly as… well, a thing that’s ridiculously silly

Iggy: Socks and jandals

Eliza: *laughs* As silly as socks and jandals

They hug and Iggy feels a weight lifted. They might just float to the roof if Eliza lets go.

Eliza: You may be on the cheer squad, but I’ll always be your biggest cheerleader okay? So will you dad

Iggy: About that, can you tell him? I don’t know how

Eliza: *sighs* I’m afraid you’re going to come out to people for the rest of your life. It’s a side effect of being in a mostly straight cis world. It can help to tell those that love you first, and your dad loves you. I will if you want me to but please consider telling him yourself, I know he’d appreciate it

Iggy: I guess I could practice by telling Fergus, and if that doesn’t blow up in my face I’ll tell dad in the morning

Eliza: That’s my brave- my brave kid. Come on

Fergus is in the lounge trying his best to build a fake volcano. Eliza and Iggy both settle down to help. The three chat and with time Iggy relaxes enough to talk properly to Fergus.

Iggy: Fergus, I got to tell you something. I’m not your brother today

Fergus: You’re not? Why? Did I annoy you too much? I tried to keep quiet at the party

Iggy: No, no. It’s not that. It’s just… I’m not a boy today

Fergus: Oh. Are you a girl then?

Iggy: No, I’m not really either today, and kind of both. But I’m still your sibling. They/them pronouns just feel more like me today

Fergus: Okay. Are you still Iggy

Iggy: I’m not sure. Definitely not when I’m a girl. Maybe I should come up with another name

Eliza: Whatever you choose, we’ll call you. Right Fergus?

Fergus: You bet. Now can we please get back to the lava?

What do you know, both the conversation and the volcano do not blow up in Iggy's face!

Iggy decides to do a workout before bed as they like fitness, but don’t feel like trying somersaults on their cheer mat before bed. Then they head upstairs to their touched up room. We have changed wall colour, as well as the bed and desk to reflect their like of the farmhouse deco style. The bookcase has also been moved to an easier to see position.

Bob: I’m back, let’s go to bed

Eliza: Gladly. But hey, your eldest child wants a chat with you tomorrow before school

Bob: Sounds ominous, I’m in

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#sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims #Rotation8 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #PancakesHousehold #ElizaPancakes #FergusPancakes #BobPancakes #simblr #OnyxPancakes #IggyPancakes #R0805

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hippolotamus · 1 year ago

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Hippo my lovely 💕

21 - this is a very long hug now sort of hug

If it sparks joy 💕

It did! Eventually (sheepishly kicks at the dirt) Enjoy, lovely 🦛💞🐥

For the full experience may I recommend

if i’m being honest (it scares me to death) | T | 2926 words

Just got in. See you tomorrow.

Buck pockets his phone and enters the apartment — it’s not home, never really has been — his movements slow and easy, like he’s floating. Buoyed by the sort of love and contentment that can only come from spending an evening at the Diaz house. A few precious hours of dinner, then playing Boggle and Scattergories until Chris begged off to play an online game with his friends. His limbs are loose and humming, like his veins have been injected with liquid starlight. Even the air around him feels syrupy sweet and pleasant. The kind of thick, protective cover that nothing negative could hope to ruin.

He drops his keys in the bowl and immediately walks to the fridge to put away the Tupperware container of leftover mushroom and chickpea meatballs with zoodles for tomorrow’s lunch.

Eddie picked the recipe, saying he wanted to try it. No particular reason, he just did. He’s been doing that more lately, choosing dishes he would make anyway and subbing in vegan ingredients.

Buck took notice immediately and makes sure to show his gratitude in heaping platefuls and commenting on how delicious it all is. He knows from experience that it’s all too easy to end up with dried out, inedible food that shouldn’t be fed to anyone. It’s the least he can do for his best friend making the effort to cook something special just for him. Even if said best friend will never admit that’s why he’s doing it.

At times, if Buck lets himself look too closely, it feels a lot like something else. These acts of service feel a lot like love. And it is. The sort of love two best friends who would do anything for each other have. Buck’s not naïve enough to think that Eddie wouldn’t do the same thing for any of their friends or family. But at the same time it’s also more? Deeper. A sacred bond or formula shared just between them. Like learning Bobby’s chili doesn’t work without the cocoa powder. Someone could try a million different ways and it would never turn out right.

He wants to be brave enough to name this thing they’ve been building since promising to have each other’s backs. This relationship forged in fire, mud, and tsunamis. Built on collapsing foundations, busted down doors, lightning strikes, and ‘Because, Evan’.

If he could be part of Eddie and Christopher’s lives for everything, he would do it in a heartbeat. But that always seems like too much and not enough to ask for. Because Buck is too much and not enough. Acceptable in measured increments for precise amounts of time. For now — probably forever — he tucks that dream away in favor of focusing on what he does have.

With the leftovers safely put away, he grabs a beer, twisting off the cap and listening to it slide across the countertop, finally slowing to a stop next to the utensil caddy. It’s… loud. Too loud for such a small object. Or maybe the apartment is just too… cavernous? Empty?

Buck leans back against the counter, taking a lengthy sip and visually assessing his space. He has things. The right amount of things, even. After all, he’s one single person. How much could he need? He drowns the thought with more beer when his mind tries to remind him of six cheese lasagna and couches and having the answers.

He decides it’s not worth ruining his still relatively excellent mood by worrying over something as trivial as a chunk of metal, and moves out to the patio. It might do him some good.

The atmosphere is filled with the sights and sounds of the city at night. A complex symphony of traffic, music and people wrapped in an LED haze that starts at the street and drifts slowly upward. It’s a familiar melody that, just like the apartment, isn’t home but does its best to provide comfort.

He manages to pick out a few stars peeking through. Not full constellations. Those are impossible, staying hidden like the ancient giants they are. It’s nice to still be able to see the twinkling specks, even if they’re nothing like some places he’s been.

On the ranch in Montana he would lay on the hood of his Jeep and stare for what felt like hours. Feeling small, but also like something was waiting for him. Like he was part of something bigger that he just hadn’t discovered yet. Looking at the sky now doesn’t feel that way. More like being at sea, adrift and searching. Waiting to be found, though he’s not quite sure by who or what.

It reminds him of a documentary he watched once about otters. The mothers fluff up their pup’s fur and leave them to float while they hunt for food. The babies are powerless to do anything except spin in a circle until she returns. Sometimes Buck feels like that. Like somebody has given him enough support to turn in place but not actually go anywhere.

He casts a look at the table and chairs and finds himself thinking of fixing, being at your worst, trying again anyway, and— no. Clearly being outside isn’t helping, so Buck returns indoors, hoping the television will prove to be enough of a distraction.

As he searches for something to watch, it seems reasonable he just needed a better place to focus his attention that isn’t his own inner chatter. He’s already slightly irritated that the vibrant glow from earlier has faded so significantly. Maybe there’s still a chance it can be recovered.

He quickly settles on a cooking program and that gets him smiling again. He doesn’t even particularly care what’s being presented, just that it evokes the same warmth as being welcomed home and brown eyes with flecks of gold. At least until the next episode comes on.

This one features a couple, a husband and wife posed in their studio kitchen. They’re surrounded by pristine white cabinets, gleaming mixing bowls, and perfectly measured ingredients that will make a stunning something-or-other. When it’s complete they’ll pull it from the stainless steel double oven to be served on the prop table that’s been set like a photo shoot for Better Homes & Gardens.

Buck can’t help but notice how they move in harmony, fluidly traversing around each other, like a ballet. Like partners. Maybe it’s all for an audience, but it looks genuine. Not the type of movement that’s choreographed or faked. He stares, scrutinizing every instance of adoring looks and playful gestures until something within him finally cracks.

The hollow ache that usually lives in his chest suddenly feels deeper. Wider. Like it may actually break through and tear him apart, causing him to wonder how such emptiness can feel so massive. As if his ribs are slowly cracking open, snapping one by one, stretching the skin while crushing his lungs and heart. He wants to scream or something. Anything to untangle the mess sitting under his sternum.

Through rapid, gasping breaths Buck tries to refocus, to take himself back. Even just fifteen minutes. Is that so much to ask? Returning to blissfully, ignorantly, mindlessly observing?

Despite what he wants, the screen remains unchanged. Mr and Mrs Fucking Perfect carry on with their routine, blurred and watery in front of him. And Buck – he’s spinning in circles again, too helpless to do anything except wait. Except he doesn’t want to. He’s so tired of drifting and circling and clinging and pausing.

It’s just- when he’s the guy who’s always trying to fix things that are out of his control… what is he supposed to do?

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Eddie puts the last of the dry dishes away in the bottom cabinet, and not a moment too soon. He’s got an early shift in the morning and has to get to bed. He could have left them in the rack for tomorrow, but it gave him extra time to mentally replay the earlier parts of the night. Like watching Buck smile, all pleased and fond, every time Eddie thanked him for a helpful cooking tip. Or watching Chris break out in a full belly laugh at one of Buck’s corny dad jokes.

It really is a form of self-torture sometimes, having Buck over for dinner and homework and board games. Pretending they’re a family and this is a normal everyday thing he gets to have.

He tells himself it’s for Chris, too, but he also knows that’s a blatant lie. If Chris wasn’t a factor Eddie’s pretty sure he’d invent any and all reasons to spend more time with Buck.

Eddie sighs and lays the dish towel over the sink edge. The ridiculous one that says Silence of the Yams over a print of a sliced up root vegetable. It came as part of a set Buck and Chris gave him last Thanksgiving. It’s probably not a coincidence he uses this particular one the most. The shade is a nearly identical match to the burnt orange sweater Eddie always likes on Buck.

There are times it feels like he’s not the only one with all these feelings welling up inside, trying to prevent them from bleeding out through his pores and spilling onto Buck. Like there’s something in the casual touches and glances that pass between them. Something electric and charged that’s more than bros or friends and decidedly not platonic.

One day, maybe, he’ll work up the nerve to tell Buck what’s in his heart. To ask him on a date and hope he’s not fucking up the best relationship that’s ever happened to him and his son. For now he’ll take whatever Buck is willing to give. Even if it only ever comes in the form of shoulder nudges, zoo trips, and Keeping the Peas housewares.

He starts his nightly routine, walking a path through the rooms, turning off lights and making sure doors are locked. When the final throw pillow is returned and the last pile is straightened, he hears the tentative knocking.

The noise immediately puts him on edge, setting off his protective instincts. Nothing good can come from someone being at his house this late. Christopher is in bed and Buck has his own key. Eddie tiptoes across the floor to peer through the peephole, shocked to discover who’s waiting on the other side.

“Buck?” Eddie turns the deadbolt, opening the door wide for his friend.

This isn’t anything like the night he came seeking respite from Maddie’s well-intentioned visitor train. Instead of standing tall, barreling past Eddie, Buck stares straight ahead, unblinking and motionless with slumped shoulders that make him appear small. Eddie can see how his eyes are puffy and red-rimmed. He looks utterly broken.

Before Eddie can say his name again, Buck surges forward over the threshold. He falls into Eddie, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist and burying his face into the crook of his neck.

Eddie pushes the door shut, not bothering to listen if it latched correctly or not. He returns the embrace, one hand on Buck’s back, the other gently petting his hair as Buck’s body shudders against his own.

He gratefully absorbs each whimper and sob. The way thick, searching fingers clutch at his shirt.

“Shhhh, hey. I’ve got you.”

Buck was fine a few hours ago. What the hell could have happened since then?

“I- I’m sorry, Eds.” Buck begins to pull back, rubbing away the wetness on the sleeve of his maroon hoodie. “It’s late. I shouldn’t have- I’m gonna–” He jerks his chin toward the doorway.

“Uh-uh. None of that.” Eddie lightly grips Buck’s elbow, a silent question. Buck hesitates, looking between Eddie and the entryway, before he acquiesces to letting Eddie tug him closer again.

He wants to do any number or ill-advised things like hold Buck’s face between his palms, kiss away every tear, and murmur every wonderful thought he’s ever had about the man in his arms until Buck believes them. For now he settles for cradling and rubbing soothing patterns and silently loving. He’ll stand here all night if that’s what Buck needs. He can do that.

“I don’t know what happened. All I did was turn on Food Network,” Buck warbles. Then he shakes his head against Eddie’s shoulder, exhaling a world weary breath. A puff of air expelled by someone carrying the universe and trying to make it appear no bigger than a classroom globe. Eddie’s, unfortunately, more than a little familiar.

“That’s not true,” Buck confesses.

The silence returns and Eddie waits for Buck to elaborate on what he means. It isn’t long before the explanation comes, so muted that Eddie almost doesn’t catch it.

“I’m tired, Eds. Of pretending to be happy alone and waiting to be chosen. Tired of holding back just so the wrong person likes some version of me that isn’t even authentic. It’s just all so exhausting.”

I’d choose you. Three words Eddie can’t bear to make himself say out loud, because his best friend is hurting and now is most definitely not the time for that kind of confession. So he holds onto them a little longer, ignoring the sting where they settle back into his heart. A burning pain that only becomes more intense when Buck burrows impossibly closer, continuing to cling to Eddie like a lifeline.

Buck speaks again, sounding unfathomably small and heartbroken. “Am I that hard to love?”

“No.” Eddie’s answer is immediate and unwavering. As true as the night he first decided in front of their captain and an exploding ambulance.

Buck responds with a skeptical huff. “You have to say that because you’re my best friend.”

Eddie slides the hand on the back of Buck’s neck forward, grazing over his cheek and under his chin until he can tip his head up. Even in the darkness, Buck’s eyes are exceptionally blue. Endless depths that manage to steal Eddie’s breath and reflect back every future he yearns for.

It’s been ages since Eddie’s given any serious thought to last first kisses or until death do we part, but he would swear under oath that’s what he sees now.

“No,” Eddie reiterates. This should probably be more difficult and be ratcheting up his anxiety. But it doesn’t. Instead he’s wrapped in a distinct calm. An undeniable certainty, because what he’s about to say is true and however Buck reacts won’t change it. “I have to say that because I love you.”

Buck blinks and his mouth falls open in an imperfect o. “Y-you what?” He whispers.

Now that he’s said it once, a second time is that much easier. “I said I love you. And I will always choose you. All of you. Over and over. Every version. If you’ll let me.”

Buck’s eyelashes flutter, fresh tears starting to pool there, and he looks at Eddie with such awe and disbelief, like he can’t accept that someone would genuinely want him. Not that he doesn’t understand the feeling, but it shatters Eddie to think Buck has spent even a second believing he’s unlovable.

“Of course I’ll let you. How is that even a question?” Buck asks, as if they haven’t been dancing around exactly that for years. He stands to his full height, never letting his hands drop, beaming down with the smile Eddie’s claimed as just for him. “But, Eds?”

“Yeah, Buck?”

“This has been a really long hug. Not that I’m complaining. I was just kinda hoping I could kiss you. Finally. I’ve been kinda wanting to for a while.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And who is Eddie to deny him that?

“Please,” he sighs into the diminishing space between them. His tone borders on a plea, but this is Buck. The person who has seen Eddie at his most vulnerable, who sees Eddie more than he’s ever allowed anyone else.

They drift closer until their lips brush, just enough that Eddie gets a taste of Buck’s horchata lip balm. Eddie can’t understand needing more than the 3-pack he can get at the grocery store, but right now he’s not complaining about the sweet, cinnamon flavor.

Eddie deepens the kiss, pausing when he can make himself break away, just enough to murmur ‘I love you’, wanting to make sure Buck knows he’s all in. That this isn’t a fluke or temporary, pitying lapse in judgment.

Because he does, and he is, with every fiber of his being. He loves him, loves him, loves him.

Suddenly Buck pulls back, breathless and wide-eyed, his already plush lips kiss swollen, tempting Eddie to bring them back together. “I just realized I never said I love you, too. Because I do a-and I really need you to know that.”

Eddie hums appreciatively, claiming Buck’s mouth again, unable to stay apart any longer now that he knows what it is to kiss Evan Buckley. He submits to the love and adoration and the way they fit like two puzzle pieces, further solidifying how they’re meant to complete each other. He doesn’t know how he ever thought he knew what love was.

There are infinite meanings for different people. For Eddie, it’s painted in hues of burnt orange and blue. Folded in cheesy puns and always having a fresh container of oat milk in the fridge. Stated in facts about retrofitted ceiling tiles and light fixtures; conveyed in I know you did, what are you afraid of, and I misunderstood the assignment.

It’s following his heart on the winding path that led him to a reality better than any fantasy.

#soft prompts #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #fic: if i’m being honest (it scares me to death)#hippo writes

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bordysbae · 2 years ago

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Can you do #8 with quinn please?

“drunk actions are sober thoughts.”

quinn hughes x reader

8. “you cheated on me.”

this is partially inspired by a story i read months ago on wattpad about mat barzal, i don’t rememer the name of the author but this is slightly inspired by that story!

warning: cussing. also, this story does NOT have a happy ending so if you don’t want a sad ending don’t read this, or imagine your own ending lol

word count: 1.4k

the canucks were going on a quick roadie for the next week traveling through california. you hate when quinn leaves for away games because staying alone in the apartment you guys share is never fun. you guys moved in together 2 months ago, so you began to grow attached to living with him, but roadies always take that happy feeling away from you.

quinn left a couple days ago, he first played a game vs the sharks, last night he played the kings, and tonight he’s playing the ducks. as you clear your plate from dinner you glance at the time on the microwave, and realize the game starts in a few minutes. you scurry over to the tv and turn on the game, waiting patiently for it to start. after a close game, the canucks won and you know quinn is ecstatic. sometimes the guys go out after they win, but it’s usually after home games. but since they’re leaving tomorrow, you assume they’re going out somewhere in los angeles. you decide to text quinn asking if he’s going out and to congratulate him.

you; you played so well quinn!! congrats on the win tonight! are you guys going out?

quinn; thanks love! and yes we are going out. i miss you so much, i wish you could come with me

you; i wish i could come too, but i’ll see you tomorrow! anyways go have fun on your last night in california, i love you and be safe <3

quinn; i love you more.

you set your phone down and decide to get ready for bed since you have nothing better to do. you aren’t expecting to hear from quinn until tomorrow, so you shut off your phone and get into the cold, empty bed. you stretch out your body to where quinn usually lays, yet there was no one else in it but you. you listen to the noise of cars driving down the street and people talking outside, wondering what quinn’s doing as of right now.

the next morning you get up on your own time, and decide to cook quinn a nice dinner since he’s coming home tonight. you search for some of his favorites recipes and decide on chicken parmesan. you write down the ingredients and walk to the grocery store only 2 blocks away. you’re wearing sweats and one of quinn’s hoodies, with your hair pulled up in a messy bun. you couldn’t care less about how you look right now, it’s not like you have anyone to impress, quinn is on the road. that reminds you of the fact quinn hasn’t texted you yet, so you whip out your phone on the walk back to your apartment, checking your notifications. you open instagram to see a shit ton of people tagging you in a post of girl with quinn’s arm wrapped around her. your heart skips a beat, and you bravely click on her instagram story. that’s when your heart drops. an image of quinn’s hand entangled with hers and her head resting on his shoulder appears, and you almost drop your phone at the sight. you quickly tap through all of her stories and at the end of the photo dump of her and her friends, another photo of quinn appears. this one is the worst one you’ve seen. him kissing her on her cheek, incredibly close to her lips. she captioned the story with ‘who knew candians were such good kissers?’ that’s when you’d had enough.

you run into the elevator and drop everything as you enter your apartment. you sit on the couch in disbelief, tears pouring out of your eyes. no wonder quinn hadn’t texted. you didn’t even get to cook quinn a nice dinner nor congratulate him on winning 2/3 of his games. when you told him to have fun going out, you didn’t mean that much fun. you know quinn won’t be home for at least another couple hours so you grab your clothes and important items, putting them into two large suitcases. you decide to not text quinn and to just leave. you guys share the same friends, so he’ll find you if he really cares, he knows exactly where you’ll be.

you call one of your friends explaining the situation, and she immediately lets you stay with her. you begin the drive to her house when you receive an incoming call from quinn. your heart skips a beat, and you press decline. tears pool at your eyes, and one blink too hard will lead to an immediate breakdown. quinn calls you again, and the with the blurriness from the tears you accidentally press accept.

“y/n, where are you?” “fuck, i didn’t mean to accept the call! it doesn’t matter quinn, why would you even care where i am!” “can we just talk about this please?” “talk about what? you cheated on me. that’s that.” “i was drunk y/n! please just come home. wait, where’s all your shit? did you fucking move out? y/n come home please.” “no quinn! drunk actions are sober thoughts. don’t pull that i was drunk bullshit. it doesn’t even matter anymore. i left, and we’re over.” “i promise she meant absolutely nothing, she put herself on me.” “i don’t care quinn! you clearly didn’t care enough to tell her you have a girlfriend waiting at home for you. fuck you quinn. there’s fresh food in the fridge for you, make yourself something nice. i left the recipe for chicken parmesan on the counter. goodbye quinn.” you say ending the call, the tears now pouring down your cheeks.

you arrive at your friends house, and she helps you move your things into her guest room. you explain the entire situation to her, showing her the pictures, and she comforts you through it all. her and quinn were friends before you came into the picture, but she instantly became one of your best friends. you look down at your lap and realize you’re still in quinn’s favorite hoodie. so much for never seeing him again. “oh my god, i’m in quinn’s favorite hoodie. ellen gave him this like 5 years ago, i have to give it back to him” “yeah i guess you do, but not anytime soon, he barely even apologized to you. give it back in a few days, you guys both need space.” she says. “you’re right. i’m gonna sleep, thank you for letting me stay with you.” you smile, rising off of the couch. you grab your phone from the kitchen counter and see 3 missed calls and 7 texts from elias.

you hesitantly call elias back, and he picks up on the third ring. “hello?” you say. “y/n. i tried to stop him, i’m so sorry. he’s a fucking mess, but i thought you should know he’s on his way to you right now” “he’s what?” you exclaim. “he should be at her house in like 5 minutes, he just left my place like 10 minutes ago. he’s been a crying mess.” “i don’t really care elias. anyways, goodnight.” “night.” you hang up, more confused than ever. you spin on your heel and walk back over to the couch. “um, quinn is on his way here i guess..” you say. “he’s what?!” your friend exclaims. “he’s..” the doorbell rings interrupting you, “here, i guess.”

you and sigh and walk over to the door, opening it to see quinn with bloodshot eyes. “y/n, i’m so-“ “save it quinn, here’s your hoodie. please just leave me alone.” “i’m sorry. you left your childhood teddy bear at the house, so here it is. i thought you would want it. i know it means a lot to you” “oh, thanks quinn.” you say, taken back. a small smile forming on your lips. “i uh, have a question actually.” he says shakily, his hand scratching the back of his neck. “hm?” “can i get one last kiss? i know it’s weird but i just-“ you shut him up by softly lifting yourself up on your tiptoes, and pressing you lips to his very gently, and then you quickly pull back. you both look at each other with eyes full of love, as you shut the door. as you lock it, your body begins to collapse, and tears fall down again. your best friend quickly scooping you in her arms, holding you the same exact way quinn used to.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine #vancouver canucks #canucks hockey #hockey blurb #hockey imagine

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dcviated · 8 months ago

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@runefactorynonsense sent: [ The wind around here has been pummeling my work and poor car today. Have a sappy windy prompt ]

The door was pushed shut in one decided flick of the wrist as she passed by, with steps taken almost as swiftly as the gale outside. A lone leaf swirled in, danced almost mockingly around her feet, before the sharp lock of the door cast a more comfortable quiet in the hall. Lynette gave the leaf a pointed, almost offended look, before her natural path took her away from the door she'd (well, rudely) taken from the Earthmate's hands. "The weather's only getting worse. Don't prove yourself a fool and go back out in that." She felt as though another gust, and rasp of a few branches, proved her point. "Work yourself to death tomorrow, instead. Meanwhile-" A hum in thought. A nod at some unshared thought. "Why not breakfast for dinner, unless you're forsaking the rights to those blueberries you so bravely rescued from the storm?"

Well! That was... startling to say the least. And it's a miracle that Raguna hadn't just walked into the door once Lynette had shut it in front of him. Wouldn't have been the first time he went on automatic like that... some embarrassment saved. A drop kept from the bucket. Small. But something!

"Ah- But I was just going to--" His words are locked away just as swiftly as the door was. He was not going to speak just yet, just as he was not going to work more just yet. Tomorrow... a pained look is passed outside the window. It had a strange air to it, like a moving painting that dipped and bowed from everything outside yielding to the whims of convection.

"Mmm..."

Whatever reluctance Raguna felt at the denial of completing unfinished tasks was quickly dispatched by shared thoughts from Lynette. It was as though an unseen stone had pricked at the window to his mind, something shared perhaps unwittingly. Why was it that damn Earthmate always seemed to know something others didnt? The smile, oh so familiar, graces his expression as he sets aside the work gloves and frustrations they created.

"That's a good idea. I like it! So with breakfast for dinner in mind... Would you rather I make blueberry pancakes. Or muffins? What do you like more, Lynette?" She is, of course, welcome to take however long she likes to divulge this sensitive information to the other. In the meanwhile he'll get to preparing bowls and other ingredients, the fresh berries getting a gentle wash in the sink.

Raguna turns after a moment of this, resting a similarly gentle gaze on the woman with a slight cant of the head. The weather outside was volatile, aggressive, but none of that permeated the walls of his home. In here, with this company, he was all but dismissive of whatever threat was poised. But who are we kidding? He wasn't worried about the storm to begin with.

Upsetting Lynette, however? Well we couldn't have that.

"And~ what else would you like to go with them? We'll need more than just that for dinner. Maybe some eggs? Hash browns?"

#runefactorynonsense #muse :: raguna #inbox :: answered ic #he cant be stopped #maybe she could help him with the prep #save face!!

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dailycharacteroption · 3 months ago

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Planar Tour Guide: Negative Energy Plane part 4

(art by Diehlal on DeviantArt)

Adventures

So throughout the week we’ve looked at the Negative Energy Plane, stared into the Void if you will, and seen not only that the plane itself is anathema to life as we understand it, and the creatures that can survive there are either monstrous undead or beings so utterly alien to the rest of the cosmos’ metaphysics that they cannot help but hate everything that isn’t them. And heck, they might even be justified in feeling that way.

With such a hostile environment, is there anything in this wide cosmos that would actually make a group of heroes want to go there? Let’s talk about it.

Much like the Positive Energy Plane, adventures on the plane are pretty much limited to rare minor negative zones until mid to high level when the planar adaptation spell becomes available. Not only that, but the nature of the plane’s magic makes healing more difficult, requiring extra stockpiles of healing items so as not to be dragged down by attrition. Once you’ve got the proper protections though, one can expect little to no respite or places to rest that the characters don’t bring with them, as pretty much every settlement is going to be occupied by hostile entities, or in rarer cases trapped mortals that struggle to get by as is. Luckily nothing prevents you from plane shifting out.

The easiest way to get your players into the void is to throw them in there yourself, by which I mean, some planar accident (which may or may not be the players’ fault) pulls them into the plane. At lower levels, this should probably end up with them in a minor-negative zone so it’s not just a “rocks fall, everyone dies” situation, but at higher levels where you know that at least one mage is packing planar adaptation or similar spells for emergencies, it could be anywhere you want. In any case, the adventure quickly becomes “find a way out”. Now obviously if the party knows plane shift this is no problem, but if they don’t, they may have to be clever, perhaps happening upon a movanic angel, or infiltrating a guarded portal.

However, maybe the party actually wants to leap into Entropy’s Heart, most likely hot on the heels of a villain fleeing into the plane to escape them and plot more villainous deeds where they assume no one will follow. Many a lich’s sinister planar castle lurks in the Void, so it certainly makes sense to take the adventure there to finish them off. This also covers situations where an invasion from the plane requires fending off and then following any retreating forces so they can’t come back with reinforcements later. Nightshades in particular are a good choice for villains of such adventures.

Just like how the Positive Energy Plane is useful for hiding away artifacts, so too is the Nothing for the same reasons, though the fact many residents are cruel enough to try and use such power for themselves makes it slightly less likely unless said artifact is dangerous to them. As such, artifact-focused adventures are more likely about retrieving the artifact than they are about hiding it away. Also consider that sphere’s of annihilation grow like fruit on this plane, so those seeking a weapon, or perhaps many might try to harvest the dangerous orbs.

Related to this is of course the search for rare materials, such as blight quartz, which can be made into weapons that sap the vitality from victims, as well as other esoteric ingredients made from the compressed entropy of the plane.

And of course, some may venture to the plane purely seeking knowledge. Lethal or not, those of a scientific mind may simply seek to study the plane and it’s secrets, braving the dangers to contribute to a greater understanding of the cosmos.

As we can see, there’s a shocking amount of potential in a plane that literally is filled with nothing, with plenty of opportunities for adventure. However, tomorrow we’ll bring everything to a close.

#pathfinder #planar tour guide #negative energy plane

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gwen-lycaon · 10 months ago

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February 10th, a package gets delivered to Gwen’s door. It’s a plain wooden wine box and inside is a bottle with a liquid inside that looks a lot like a slightly more amber white wine. There’s several pictures attached. One seems to be taken in a garage. Gwen, sat behind her drums, and Thorsiffe, a guitar in their hands, are talking in between songs, both wholly unaware of the picture being taken. On the back’s a handwritten letter.

“Brave Gwendolyn! Happy lunar new year!

I am sorry I could not be there for the celebrations, yet you shall have a fantastic time with your family and other friends, of this I am sure. Fret not over the worries of the past, for they are long gone. Fret not over the worries of tomorrow, for they are yet to come. And fret not over the worries of today, but rather solve them and rejoice.

You must think me both a great poet and sage, no? Well, you should, for I am, so you should always listen to me and my advice, hehe.

Speaking of! I experimented a great deal with the list you gave. (It was one of ingredients you believed could work well as flavorings in mead, in case you forgot. You were very drunk ♡) You have much to learn, for many of them were horrid, but I shall forever defend your tastes because you were very drunk when making this list. However, I have finally gotten a new recipe just right. Sadly I was only able to drink a single glass, for once I realized it was perfect I knew it would have to go to you. I look forward to hearing the reaction of your tongue!

I wish to acquire a great many bottles while I am in Norway (Astrid and Freya were always better at meadmaking than I) and hope to share many with you, yes? We can stare stories of our festivities and catch up when we do. Perhaps I could take more gifts for you with me from Norway, such as an enchanted sword you so covet. This one would need a hefty price! (I wish for you to cook for me please.)

Recent times have not been easy for you, this we both know. I shall not pretend some silly saying and my jokes can make that simply fade away. But, brave Gwendolyn, do know that I will be there for you until the day my lungs breath their last. And then some, if fate and my gods will it. I would kill and bleed for you, sail into any storm, and put my hand into the Greatwolf’s his very own mouth. I am not a god, nor can I be the rock that the waves of your problems break upon. But I can make you laugh, this I know, and I can watch over your back, and I can row beside you as we fight the waves. Together we will laugh like madmen as we sail up the mountain. Never shall your back be bare if it is within my power.

This I swear upon my pack, my bones and my blood, and my love for you.

Good health and much happiness,

Thorsiffe”

The other pictures showcase various adventures and good times Gwen and Thorsiffe have had together. One of the pictures sees the two posing together, but all the others were either taken by someone else present while the two friends were doing something dumb, or see Thorsiffe posing while including an oblivious Gwen in the picture. There’s also one picture of Thorsiffe passed out on the street with Gwen squatting down next to them with a big grin and thumbs up, and another with Gwen passed out with her head on a bar with Thorsiffe leaning over her, also with a big grin and thumbs up.

Gwen opened her door with a hint of an attitude, annoyed at the prospect of her nap being disturbed. Looking around for the doorbell ringing perpetrator, Gwen eventually looked down to find the wooden box. With confusion, she took the box in her hand and hauled it inside. Opposite to her confusion, Edgar was at her side eagerly sniffing the box and tapping his paws on the hardwood with impatience. “Not everything that comes in the mail is for you, you big goofball,” Gwen playfully chided towards the large Rottweiler as she placed it on her kitchen counter.

Not bothering to get a tool, Gwen used her Werewolf strength to pry open the wooden box with ease. The blonde lifted the wine bottle from its container, already having a pretty good guess at whom the package was from. She scanned the label carefully, excited at the prospect of cracking the bottle open and tasting Thor’s gift. As she placed it on the marble countertop gently, she realized there was more at the bottom of the box.

The Alpha didn’t even realize she’d started crying until a stray tear fell upon the page, swelling some the ink on one of the words. Reading the letter brought a smile to her face, but also a pang of guilt in her heart. Gwen knew that the last few months she hadn’t exactly been the easiest to be around. Thor had been one of the few comforts that Gwen had been able to cling to, despite not making it easy for the fellow Alpha. Seeing the different candid pictures of them together made her long for when life seemed so much simpler, and when Gwen hadn’t been pushing them away. Nonetheless, she quickly pulled out her phone after swiping the tears from her eyes. She snapped a picture of the package before typing a message.

Gwen: How so you always know just what to do to cheer me up? I’m starting to think you’re secretly a witch…! Miss you, Friend, and i’m sorry for how I’ve been acting lately. When do you get back so we can crack this bad boy open? :)

Gwen stored her phone back in its home in the pocket of her sweats. She arranged the photos on her fridge with some spare magnets and stepped back happily. The wolf felt as if this was a much needed wake up call to her, a reminder that she wasn’t defined by her life circumstances. She would find a way to stop feeling sorry for herself, and bring back that fiery spirit she knew was still burning somewhere within her.

#gwen #c: thorsiffe #this low key made me mistyeyed omg

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sloanerisette · 2 years ago

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How To Win Your Senpai In 10 Days Chapter 3 - Camp Digimonth 2023

Ok that was a long break between updates, sorry, BUT I wanted to get this chapter out by the end of January, and I managed to do it! This chapter is a LOT longer than the last one, because there was a lot I wanted to put in, and honestly there was a ton of editing I did because I kept adding stuff, taking stuff away, rearranging stuff, and I think ultimately I'm happy with where it is now. I didn't want it to feel too bloated, so I took out a few things, but I think this will be a very fun chapter!

I hope you all enjoy, because if this chapter is where things really start to heat up, from here on out it'll be a roaring fire!

If you want to read it on AO3 or comment, you can do so here!

Without further ado!

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Yesterday it felt like the sky cracked open and fell apart all around her. Like the ground opened up and swallowed her hole, leaving her falling and flailing forever.

Mimi had to use all her strength not to cry in front of her parents over what had happened, and instead put on a brave, bright face for them over dinner as they talked about being back and asked how her time with her friends was.

Once she was heading off to bed, though, she stared down at her phone, looking at the last texts she had with Joe.

[Tachikawa Mimi]: We’re taking off in a few!

[Kido Joe]: Make sure you get plenty of rest on the way over.

[Tachikawa Mimi]: I will!

[Kido Joe]: And make sure you wipe down the tray table on the plane! Those things are ridden with germs.

[Tachikawa Mimi]: Way ahead of you!

[Tachikawa Mimi]: I’ll see you soon Joe, I can’t wait :)

[Kido Joe]: Me either. See you soon, Mimi.

Nothing since.

She felt guilty for not asking if he had gotten home safely, but she was still feeling too hurt to talk to him. She’d have to face Joe tomorrow at the picnic, but that would be something to handle at that point. For now, she wanted to lie in bed and wallow over all that had happened.

Mimi was never the type to wallow in sadness, she knew that, but right now her heart hurt too much to do anything else. Her phone had been abuzz both from her friends in New York and the other Digidestined about the flight to Japan, plans for tomorrow, what it was like being back after so long… and as much as she wanted to get in hours long conversations with them all and stay up well past midnight to talk, she just didn’t have it in her.

For now, she would just go to sleep and look forward to the fact that tomorrow she would be able to wake up and have a picnic with her friends. The last time that had happened was far too long ago and had been under less than ideal circumstances, and even if she wouldn’t be able to show up with Joe, hand in hand, she would still be with her favorite people in the world to enjoy the day.

As she slowly started to drift off to sleep, she held that thought close to her in hopes that it would ease her mind and heart even a bit.

Unfortunately, Mimi’s slumber wasn’t nearly as restful as she hoped it would be, instead plagued with the day’s events playing on repeat in her mind.

By the time she woke up, it wasn’t even 8 in the morning yet, and after a half an hour lying in bed, looking at the ceiling without being able to fall asleep, Mimi finally pushed herself out of bed.

She needed to busy herself and do something before she’d need to get ready for the day, and as she checked the kitchen, she was relieved to find that at some point yesterday her parents had gone to pick up ingredients to bake.

Even with the heavy weight hanging over her, Mimi couldn’t help but feel a bit excited at the prospect of making something for her friends after so long, and quickly got to work to prepare some treats for the picnic. She was in her element, and for now, working on this brand new cookie recipe to wow everyone kept all those painful thoughts at bay.

She settled on white chocolate and matcha cookies, given this was the first time in so long she actually had matcha to work with, and the combination sounded especially tantalizing to her. By the time they were in the oven, her parents were finally up, surprised at how much of a whirlwind the kitchen had become.

“You’re up early, sweetheart! I figured you would’ve wanted to sleep in after how busy yesterday was,” her father teased her gently.

With how focused she was on baking, Mimi’s smile was so bright, that she had to continue to force it now that the reminder of yesterday slammed back in her mind.

She had to keep up that smile so her parents wouldn’t get concerned. They came back to Japan and her parents were so happy to know she’d be able to spend time with her old friends again.

Mimi couldn’t just show them how she was feeling after all they had done to come back…

The brunette swallowed hard and forced a wider smile than before, “We’re all having a picnic today! I wanted to bake something nice since no one’s had a chance to try my treats in so long!”

Her voice broke a bit at the very end and Mimi internally cringed, praying they didn’t catch it.

“Oh! That sounds like such a great time! All of you have fun!” her mom chirped happily, and Mimi let out a quiet sigh of relief that it seemed to pass by with no issue.

“I will, mama, thanks,” Mimi smiled. Her mother moved to the oven and leaned forward to look at the baking cookies.

“They smell delicious!”

“It’s a new recipe I thought up! I think they’ll be a big hit!” Mimi said, “I made plenty for all of us, too!”

“Well, I can’t wait to try them!” her dad said.

Now her smile was a lot more genuine as pride welled up in her. Maybe she wasn’t feeling good, but knowing that she was in the process of making some amazing cookies her friends and family would love had her feeling just a bit better.

“I think I’m going to get ready while this first batch is baking,” Mimi finally said after a few moments.

“Do you want me to take them out for you when they’re done?” her mom asked.

“Please! You two can take as many from the first batch as you want!” she said, before running off to the bathroom.

After last night, a nice, hot shower was exactly what she needed, and she continually reminded herself that things would keep going. She would still be able to enjoy the day with her friends despite what happened with Joe.

Even if she had to quietly pine from afar, having her closest friends nearby would be enough to ease the pain of her aching heart. At least she hoped it would be.

After she was done, she put on her best sundress and did her hair and makeup before she checked her phone to see she had gotten a few new texts.

[Kido Joe]: Hey Mimi!

[Kido Joe]: Do you need a ride to the park today?

[Kido Joe]: I have my brother’s old car, so I can be there any time.

A sad smile settled on Mimi’s face, and she couldn’t stop the gentle flush that graced her cheeks.

Why did he have to always be so kind and thoughtful and considerate and helpful? It would’ve been easier to handle if he wasn’t, but… that was just Joe. Always thinking of others.

Her thumbs hovered over her phone screen, shaking slightly as she thought of what to say to him. After a moment she swallowed down her nerves and began typing away.

[Tachikawa Mimi]: Good morning! If it isn’t too much trouble, it would be great! I’m gonna have a lot of stuff to bring with me, and it’d be great to not have to take a bus over!

[Kido Joe]: Sure! Just let me know when you’re ready.

[Tachikawa Mimi]: Of course! I just gotta wait for some more cookies to finish but once they’re cooling I’ll text you!

[Kido Joe]: I’m excited to try whatever it is you’re making. I’ll see you soon.

[Tachikawa Mimi]: See you soon!

She could handle this. It would be no problem.

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With two containers filled to the brim with cookies in her arms, Mimi barreled out the door, ready to head down and wait for Joe to get there. However, just a few steps out and she bumped into someone, causing both her containers and an armful of books to spill across the walkway.

“Oh no!” Mimi cried out, letting out a sigh of relief as she saw a second later that they were safe and sound.

Right after it clicked that she bumped into a person who had also spilled their things, too.

“I’m so sorry!” she cried out as her head whipped around to look at who she ran into.

A young woman, who couldn’t have been much older than her, with big, round glasses that made her eyes look almost owl-like and short, messy brown hair. She was wearing an oversized hoodie and a long, striped skirt that went to her knees. She had black shoes on and high socks to match. Mimi couldn’t help but think how they seemed like such complete opposites. She helped pick up one of the books that the girl hadn’t gotten yet and handed it to her.

“Don’t worry about it, it happens,” the girl told her as she took the book from Mimi and brought the stack of books to her chest as she started to stand up. Mimi grabbed her two containers of cookies that had thankfully remained sealed and dirt-free, and stood up, too, offering the girl a smile, which she returned.

“You’re not hurt or anything, are you?” Mimi asked, and the girl shook her head.

“I’m fine. Honestly, this many books is pretty usual for me, so it’s ok,” the girl said chuckled, “Are your… are those cookies…? Are they ok?”

Mimi laughed and nodded, “They’re cookies, yeah. Matcha and white chocolate chip. They’re ok, thankfully.”

“That’s an interesting combination,” the girl said, tilting her head curiously, “I’m sure whoever they’re for would have really missed out.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m having a big picnic with a bunch of my friends today and I decided to bake a ton of cookies. I’d feel awful if I wasn’t able to bring them these,” she said. A light bulb turned on in Mimi’s head and she opened up one of the containers and offered the girl a cookie, “Here, you can have one, too!”

The girl blinked in surprise, but took it and took a bite and started to nod to herself. Her eyes went wide and she looked down at the green and white cookie she held.

“This is really good, thanks,” she said when she swallowed. Mimi smiled wide.

“Of course! I’m glad you liked it! It’s a new recipe, so I was kinda nervous about it,” she said.

The girl laughed, “Well if the rest are that good, I’m sure there won’t be any complaints,” she said before popping the rest of the cookie in her mouth.

“Thanks!” Mimi chirped happily, “Oh! I’m Mimi, by the way.”

“Manami,” the girl returned with a nod, “Did you just move in?”

“Yeah! Right here,” Mimi said, pointing to the door behind her.

“I live just two doors down. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You, too!”

She had a new friend now— sort of. Though she wasn’t sure if they would be particularly close or hang out a lot, Mimi was always glad to meet someone new and make a new friend. However, Mimi’s eyes went back to Manami's books and she tilted her head curiously.

“I’m heading to the library to study today.”

“Really? But school hasn’t even started back yet!” Mimi cried out. Manami shrugged lightly.

“I know, but my classes this year are going to be pretty intense, so I want to get ahead of the game,” Manami told her.

Mimi couldn’t help but chuckle softly and Manami quirked an eyebrow.

“Oh! Sorry! I’m not laughing at you or anything. You just reminded me of a friend when you said that. He’s always studying and doing schoolwork, and most of the time we have to drag him along to do anything,” Mimi explained, unable to help but fall into a bout of giggles.

Manami ended up smiling and laughing, too, “I can relate to that a little too well. I’m kind of a workaholic.”

“Nothing wrong with that!” Mimi insisted with a nod. She always felt that way with Joe, especially with how important his academic future was to him, but, just like she told Manami, she always did her best to make sure he took care of himself. Even when she was across the world, she’d send the occasional text to try and remind him to take a break and take care of himself.

“Just make sure you take care of yourself, and it’s all fine, I think,” Mimi added with a smile, which Manami returned.

“Ah, I’m not keeping you from your picnic, am I?” she asked. Mimi blinked.

“Oh, no, don’t worry! My friend is on his way to pick me up but I don’t think he’s here yet,” she said.

“That’s a relief. Do you want to come down with me? I need to get to the bus stop before the next bus gets here,” Manami said as she adjusted the books in her arms slightly.

“Oh, sure!” Mimi chirped happily.

The two girls made their way down, talking briefly about Manami getting ready for her last year of high school and Mimi’s recent arrival back to Japan, and conversation flowed easily as they stood on the sidewalk while Manami waited for her bus.

The two girls laughed and made their way down, talking briefly about Manami getting ready for her last year of high school and Mimi’s recent arrival back to Japan, and conversation flowed easily between the two as they stood on the sidewalk while Manami waited for the bus to arrive.

“It was really nice meeting you today,” Manami said. Mimi beamed brightly.

“You, too! I didn’t have many classmates who lived near me back in New York, so it's nice to have someone close.”

“The people who lived in that apartment before you were this elderly couple. They were really kind, but they weren’t exactly people to really talk with.”

The two girls burst into a titter of giggles, and Mimi’s chest felt a bit lighter once again. When things took such a downward spiral yesterday, a part of her wondered when she’d feel better. But so far today she made a new friend in Manami and would be able to see all of her friends soon enough.

And that included Joe, even if seeing him would break her heart just as much as it would make it soar.

The sound of a car engine rumbling in the near distance caused both girls’ heads to turn, and that gnashing of conflicting feelings started to well up in her gut again. She kept up a smile, not wanting either Manami or Joe to see her so upset.

Even if he was dating someone else, she didn’t want to take it out on him. Even if it hurt like hell, she didn’t want him to think she didn’t support him.

“I hope you have a good time with your friends today.”

Manami’s voice stirred her from her thoughts, and Mimi smiled.

“Thanks! I hope studying goes well,” she said, offering her a small wave as Joe’s car pulled up to the street.

“Thank you,” she said simply. Mimi padded over to the car and opened the door, bracing herself all the while. Though the smile on her face was genuine, she still had to do everything she could to not show any pain.

“Morning, Joe!”

Joe offered her a warm smile as she poked her head in, hands still on the wheel, “Good morning, Mimi. How’re you?”

Admittedly, she couldn’t exactly be honest with that answer, but at least it would only be a white lie compared to a bold faced one.

“I’m doing good. Excited for the picnic!” she said brightly, holding up the container of cookies for him to see, “Also made something preeeeeeetty good, if I do say so myself.”

Joe chuckled gently, “Well you know I’ll never say no to anything you make,” he said. She tried to push down the elation she felt in that moment, unable to help but feel warm at just a few simple words.

“You ready to go?”

She nodded and got in the passenger seat, turning her head briefly as she heard Manami walk by.

“Bye!”

Manami turned her head and waved to Mimi and then stopped in place, eyes wide with surprise.

“Joe?”

Mimi’s head whipped around to look at Joe, whose jaw was slack and eyes wide.

“Manami?”

As her new friend came closer and closer, a bolt of realization struck Mimi and her eyes went wide, beads of sweat starting to form at her brow.

This couldn’t be happening. This had to just be a friend from school. It couldn’t be— it couldn’t be what she knew deep down it was.

She could feel her heart pounding in her ears as the girl she just met stopped at the side of the car.

“This is your friend who just moved back to Japan?” Manami asked, and Mimi felt utterly nauseous.

“Y-Yeah! I’d introduce you, but it looks like you two are already acquainted,” Joe said.

“Yeah, she lives just a few doors down from me,” Manami said.

“So, uh, Mimi… this is my girlfriend, Manami,” Joe said slowly, and though she felt like she couldn’t look at either of them in those moments, she forced herself to look over at Manami.

“It’s nice to meet you again, Manami,” Mimi said, letting out a soft, forced laugh.

After how low she ended up feeling yesterday, becoming friends with Manami had been a respite from it all. But that had been dashed in an instant, and she wanted nothing more than to sink under the dashboard and never come out.

“So you’re meeting all your friends for a picnic today?” Manami asked, then looked down at the containers of cookies Mimi held, “You should try and get as many of those as you can, they’re really good,” she added with a smile.

This was Joe’s girlfriend. The girl he chose while she was gone.

“Yep. Mimi thought of it yesterday while we were at lunch,” Joe smiled, “You’re going to the library today?”

Manami nodded, “Yeah, I want to try and get ahead on some of the things we’re going to learn in science this year.”

Manami would be at the library while the rest of them were going to have a good time together. She wouldn’t have to worry about any of this and could instead distract herself with the company of her friends. She could just—

“You should come with us!”

Both Joe and Manami looked at Mimi in surprise.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to intrude on your group,” Manami said slowly.

No, Mimi wasn’t sure. Honestly she wasn’t even sure why those words spilled from her mouth so messily. A part of her wanted to see what they were like around each other, sure, but to bring her along? This was a day for their group, as Manami had said. But it was too late now, it was out there, and she couldn’t take it back.

“It’s fine with me… if it’s fine with Joe?” Mimi suggested. Maybe he would say no.

“Uh, sure, that sounds good,” Joe croaked out. Manami smiled and shuffled her books into one arm, then got in the back passenger door.

“Thanks for inviting me, Mimi.”

Mimi sank in her seat slightly.

“Of course. It’ll be great to have you there.”

The rest of the car ride had been painfully awkward, not just for Mimi, but for Joe as well, who was radiating anxious energy during the drive. His fingers drummed against the wheel at stops, and he was laser-focused on the road ahead. She was pretty sure even Manami was able to sense his awkwardness, with the way that she stayed quiet after her first few comments to Joe had been met with silence.

Frankly, the arrival at Odaiba Seaside Park had been a blessing, and it took all of Mimi’s restraint to stop herself from running off ahead to find Sora and cry. This picnic was her idea and there was no way she could ruin it at minute one.

Just about everyone else was there already, and they were all talking and having fun— something Mimi wasn’t entirely sure she could muster up today.

Tai, Kari, and Davis, and Ken were passing a soccer ball back and forth, while Yolei was sitting with Izzy as he typed away on his laptop, the clacks of the keys filling the air. Sora and Kari were deep in conversation, punctuating their words every so often with a laugh. As the three of them approached, Mimi forced a bright smile and waved to her friends.

The closer they got, though, the more of their friends that turned to greet them, and they were met by confused looks from most of the group.

“Hey Joe, Mimi, took you a while, huh?” Tai asked with a teasing grin on his face, barely catching the ball as Ken kicked it towards him.

“Sorry about that, we didn’t miss out on much, did we?” Joe asked.

“We’re just waiting on Matt, TK, and Cody. We had the idea of bringing along our Digimon, so they went to get everyone,” Izzy explained.

“That sounds great!” Mimi said, actually feeling genuine excitement for the first time today. She’d be able to see Palmon after so long, hug her, be able to cry to her, and they’d all be able to be around their partners. It would be just like old times…

“Yo, Joe, I didn’t know you had a sister!” Davis shouted out, and both Mimi and Joe cringed.

“You dork, he doesn’t have a sister,” Tai said, shaking his head as he took a few steps forward, “Obviously he brought his cousin along,” he added with a scoff.

Manami turned a faint shade of red and Joe grimaced. The attention of the entire group was on them, and suddenly he felt himself getting hot, and it wasn’t lost on Mimi as she looked at his face.

“A-Actually, you guys… I’m really sorry for bringing someone without letting everyone know, but… this is my girlfriend, Manami,” he said. Manami laced their fingers together and held up their hands, smiling as she adjusted her glasses.

Mimi’s gaze moved across the group of DigiDestined, trying to get an idea for how everyone was feeling at the news: Tai and Davis were wide-eyed with their jaws dropped, Sora’s lips were pursed in a thin line, her expression so neutral in a way Mimi wasn’t sure she had ever seen before. Ken and Kari both seemed surprised, but they offered her a simple smile, though it seemed to Mimi that Kari could sense the tension in the air just as well as her, and Yolei seemed… incensed.

“Wait, girlfriend? But I thought Joe was dating Mimi!” Davis shouted out, and Joe instantly turned a deep, beet red and he ducked his head. Mimi’s face heated up, and she averted her eyes from the group, unable to look at any of her friends, and especially unable to see what Manami’s face looked like in those moments.

Manami was silent for a moment, more confused than anything, before she let out an awkward laugh, “Oh, uh, no, that’s me,” she said.

Davis opened his mouth again, but instantly closed it as soon as he saw the look on Sora’s face.

“Sorry,” he peeped out after a brief few seconds of silence.

Tai’s eyes went wide as he looked at how serious Sora looked, then he craned his neck over to look at Izzy.

“Have you heard back from the guys yet?” Tai asked as he walked over to him.

“They’re almost at the Digital Gate, so we’ll be opening this up for them shortly,” Izzy said.

“I’m so excited to meet all of your Digimon,” Manami said as she folded her hands together, “I’ve never actually seen too many, besides that big one that was in the harbor a few years ago, let alone met any!”

“Our partners are all a really interesting bunch,” Sora smiled as she glanced over at Mimi, “It’s gonna be nice to see Palmon again, huh?”

Mimi let out a gentle sigh, “It’s been so long since I’ve seen her,” she frowned.

“It’s not fair that you guys don’t get to have your Digimon around as much!” Davis said.

“Well, we can always keep our partners with us for a while if we all want to,” Izzy said.

“Hopefully Gomamon doesn’t flood the tub again…” Joe sighed, before he took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t wait to meet him,” Manami said with a wide smile.

“He’s great, but he’s… a lot. You’ll see what I mean.”

Manami laughed, and Mimi felt her heart ache again. Couldn’t they get this picnic started already so she could be preoccupied? Kari walked over towards Joe and Mimi.

“Do you have a partner, Manami?” Kari asked sweetly.

Manami shook her head, “Oh, no, I don’t, but I’ve been in the area my whole life, so I’ve seen just about everything that’s gone on,” she said, before looking up at her boyfriend, “Plus Joe has told me plenty of stories.”

A light bulb turned on in Ken’s head and he snapped his fingers.

“Joe borrowed your bike to help Davis and I get to the Rainbow Bridge, right?” he asked. Davis looked at him, then to Manami, then back to Ken, and then at Manami again.

“Whoa! You’re right! I didn’t even recognize you!”

Manami laughed gently, “Yeah, he sprinted over to me and told me about how his friends needed to get there to be able to stop an evil Digimon.”

Joe’s shoulders slumped, “It was a lot of trouble finding it after,” he sighed.

Davis rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from the oldest DigiDestined, “Oh… sorry about that…” he said quietly.

“Oh, it’s ok,” Manami said, waving it off, “We ended up finding it, and we watched you two defeat that huge Digimon. It was incredible!”

Davis beamed with pride.

“Oh, it looks like they’re ready, everyone stand back,” Izzy called out as he pushed himself up from the grass and stepped back. The group gathered around Izzy’s laptop in a wide half circle, all of the DigiDestined waiting with rapt attention.

The screen turned white, and a blinding light shot out, at which everyone covered their eyes. When the light died down, Matt, TK, Cody, and twelve Digimon were standing there.

“Maybe next time we should take a few trips,” Matt said, shaking his head, “I wasn’t sure if we were all going to fit.”

“Well, at least this is better than the computer lab. I don’t think we would’ve survived a dozen Digimon landing on top of us,” TK laughed before he waved to the group. As Matt glanced across everyone there, a brief look of surprise crossed his face as he noticed Manami. He fixed Joe with a hard glance, before he slowly lightened his expression.

“I hope you all weren’t waiting for us too long,” Cody said as he dusted off his shirt and pants.

“Nah, you’re good,” Tai said as he jabbed his thumb over his shoulder towards Joe, Mimi, and Manami, “They just got here, so you’re right on time.”

TK’s eyes widened as he noticed Manami, “Oh, I didn’t know you guys were bringing extra people,” he said.

“It’s good to see you again, Manami,” Matt greeted her simply. Mimi felt her heart sink. He already knew her?

“You too, Matt. It’s been too long since I’ve seen you and Sora.”

…Sora, too? She could feel tears start to well up in the corner of her eyes, and she blinked them away as quickly as she could, hoping no one else saw. She looked at Sora, who shot her a guilty, apologetic look.

“So, uh,” Joe cut in, “That’s Davis and Ken,” he said, gesturing to the two boys, at which Davis grinned and waved, “Izzy and Yolei, TK, Kari, and Cody, that’s Tai, and, well, you already know Matt and Sora.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you all! Joe’s told so many stories, and it’s great to put all these faces to your names,” she said as she offered the group a bow.

Joe felt himself heat up as Matt stared himself down, tugging at his collar to try and cool off a bit.

Luckily as soon as the introductions were done, everyone was immediately distracted by the herd of Digimon running forward to meet up with their partners.

“Mimiiiiiiii!” Palmon cried out, and at that point, Mimi couldn’t hold it back any longer. She let herself cry— this time, out of happiness, as she fell to her knees and pulled her partner into a tight hug. Palmon hugged her just as hard and started crying, too.

“Oh, Palmon, I’m so happy to see you. It’s been too long,” Mimi whimpered, burying her face in her partner’s shoulder.

“That just means we’ll have to have a great day!” Palmon cheered in between her own sobbing, patting Mimi on the back gently, “I’m so happy to see you, too, Mimi.”

“Do you want to… do you want to stay with me for a while?” Mimi asked, finally pulling herself away, her eyes watering and her lip wobbling.

“I’d love to!” Palmon grinned.

Mimi cried again, this time a rougher sob, and she buried her face in her hands for a moment as she tried to gather herself. At this point, Palmon stopped crying, and looked over her partner in concern.

“Mimi, are you ok?”

“I-I’m ok, Palmon, really. I’m just… so happy to see you. I really needed this,” she said as she wiped her eyes.

A couple yards away, Gomamon had all but flown towards Joe, nearly knocking him over as he leapt into his arms. Manami laughed at the sight.

“Oh, Joe, old buddy, old pal! You actually decided to pull your nose out of those books, huh?” Gomamon teased as he patted his partner on the shoulder. Joe’s chest felt warm at his partner’s teasing, but fixed him with a deadpan stare.

“Great to see you too, Gomamon,” he droned, unable to keep it up for too long before his face cracked into a smile.

“It’s always great to see me!” Gomamon winked, before he looked at Manami and blinked.

“Did you bring your cousin?”

A deep blush consumed Joe’s face and he furrowed his brow, “She’s not— this is my girlfriend, Manami.”

Gomamon seemed shocked, tiny jaw dropped as he looked at his partner.

“Huh, I didn’t expect that,” Gomamon said. Joe looked at Manami and mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’ to her.

“Who did he expect?” Joe thought to himself.

Thankfully, besides the brief flush of embarrassment, Manami moved past it quickly enough, “It’s good to meet you, Gomamon. Joe’s told me so much about you.”

“Of course he has!” Gomamon said triumphantly, “I bet he’s told all of our best stories!”

“Well he did tell me about the time you ate all their rations while you two were lost in the ocean on a… mattress?” Manami said as she placed a finger on her chin, trying to remember.

“It was a whole bed, thankfully,” Joe said.

Gomamon puffed out his cheeks, “Oh, so that’s the story you tell? Not any of our cool ones?” he asked, and Joe started to laugh.

“Relax, I told her about everything,” he smiled.

Gomamon’s brow raised, “Wow, I’m not used to you joking around this much.”

“I made one joke, Gomamon.”

“I know,” Gomamon grinned. There was a beat of silence, and then Manami just about doubled over with laughter.

“You two are so cute!” she said, wiping a tear from her eye once she started to calm down a bit. Gomamon looked over at her with a proud smile on his face.

“I like her,” he said.

Joe was transfixed on Manami in those moments, a fond smile gracing his features.

“Me, too.”

***

Sora and Biyomon walked over to Mimi and Palmon, and Sora squatted down to be on Mimi’s level.

“Are you alright?”

“You know her?” Mimi whispered, and Sora’s eyes went wide. She could already piece everything together just based on how painful it seemed to be for Mimi to say those three words.

“He never told you about her?” Sora asked as she felt all the air pushed from her lungs. She turned her head to look at Joe, Manami, and Gomamon, then focused back on Mimi, now adjusting herself to sit cross-legged on the ground.

“He didn’t tell any of us about her besides you two,” Mimi said, unable to help the harsh edge in her voice, swallowing a lump in her throat and letting out a shaky breath before continuing, “And I poured my heart out to him yesterday.”

Mimi choked out a weak sob and in that moment Sora felt her heart break.

“You—”

“Told him I love him? Yes,” she said, mere moments from crumpling as her shoulders shook, “And he decided the right time to tell me about his girlfriend was right then.”

Sora was getting angrier with each word Mimi said, and when she looked over at Matt who was busy talking with Tai and Izzy, she could tell from the look on his face that he was feeling the exact same way. She distracted herself from it in that moment as she pulled Mimi into a tight hug, which the two Digimon quickly joined in on.

“I’m so, so sorry, Mimi. I’m so sorry,” Sora whispered.

“It’s…”

Ok? Of course it wasn’t.

But what else was she supposed to do? She promised herself she wouldn’t take it out on him. That wasn’t fair on him. Even if she wanted to be, she just couldn’t manage to be mad at him.

“It’s fine,” Mimi choked out, forcing a smile on her face as she briefly pulled away from the hug. Seeing how strong Mimi tried to look in those moments left Sora pulling her into another hug, and Mimi melted into her friend’s arms and let out a quiet sigh. Once she managed to calm down a bit, she wiped her eyes and pulled away, and Mimi swallowed a lump in her throat.

“So… you and Matt know her?” Mimi asked slowly, and Sora once again had that guilty look on her face as she looked away.

“Y-Yeah,” she choked out, “We ran into them one weekend while Matt and I were out. We were just as surprised as you are.”

“Oh.”

“Mimi… are you ok…?” Palmon asked, and Sora turned back to see that Mimi seemed on the verge of tears again.

“I-I’m fine, Palmon,” she said, silently glad she had decided to put on waterproof makeup this morning.

Footsteps stomped over, and both girls looked to see Yolei and Hawkmon approaching. Yolei looked as mad as she seemed when Joe introduced his girlfriend to the group.

However, as soon as she reached her seniors, Yolei’s expression softened, and she too, squatted down and hugged Mimi.

If there was anything good about all of this, it was that she was getting a lot of love from the people she loved most.

“I’m so sorry, Mimi, oh my god. Oh my god I’m so, so sorry,” the words spilled from her lips messily.

“Thanks, Yolei.”

“I have so many tuna mayo onigiri for you! You can have literally all of them today, I'll fight Ken if he even gets near them.”

Mimi coughed out a laugh, and this time the few tears that spilled from her eyes were from laughter.

“You’re the best,” Mimi said as they finally pulled away, “I know I suggested the picnic, but would it be bad if I just stayed with you guys the whole time? Or at least… didn’t go near Joe?”

“Not at all!” Yolei chirped immediately.

“You’ve been dealing with a lot. We can all hang out with you today if it’ll help,” Sora smiled.

Mimi was glad to have such good friends.

“Yolei, you don’t mind coming with me to help get the food set up, do you?” Sora asked.

“Not at all,” Yolei said as she shook her head, “Will you be ok until then, Mimi…?”

Mimi nodded, “I’ll be ok, promise,” she said before she handed the containers of cookies to the girl, “Do you mind taking these over, too? I made cookies.”

Yolei let out a wistful sigh, “You are literally the best,” she beamed.

“We’ll be right back, Mimi,” Sora said, waving goodbye as the two girls and their partners walked over to the small caravan of coolers.

“Ok everyone! We’re going to get lunch ready!” Sora shouted as she clapped her hands, getting everyone’s attention in an instant.

Mimi watched as all their friends gathered around Yolei and Sora, everyone getting plates full of food. She couldn’t help but smile as she watched everyone excitedly grab her cookies, unable to stop the laughter from bubbling from her throat as she watched Davis stuff a few in his mouth right away. That joy disappeared just as quickly when Manami grabbed a few for herself, Joe, and Gomamon.

Thankfully, she didn’t have too long to be caught in her thoughts, as Yolei was rushing back as quickly as she could.

“Mimi! I got you so much stuff!” she called out, panting for breath as she finally stopped in front of her senior and offered the plate. Hawkmon was a few steps behind her, carrying a plate stacked high with food.

“It’s a wonder you didn’t drop all of that everywhere!” Hawkmon chided, before he sat down, shaking his head and tutting at his partner’s behavior. Yolei smirked before she handed Mimi a plate of food and sat down next to her partner.

“Thanks, Yolei,” Mimi said before she picked up one of the many onigiri that was stacked on her plate. She picked it up and took a bite, allowing herself a few moments of peace to quietly enjoy it, as bittersweet as it was. She had missed delicious, convenience store snacks like this, and to be able to enjoy it surrounded by friends was something just as special. But with all she had been thrown into, even the simple joy of her favorite snack had lost some of its luster.

As Sora and Kari walked over, they could see the hurt clear on Mimi’s face.

***

As Matt walked towards their little group, Joe could immediately feel the danger he was in. The way blonde’s eyes were narrowed at him, his stiff body language, and the way his fists were clenched, Joe felt his fight or flight response screaming in his brain. Somehow Manami and Gomamon hadn’t seemed to notice, and in fact, Manami waved to Matt in greeting.

“Hey Matt, do you wanna hang out with us?” she asked. Matt’s expression lightened and he put on a smile.

“Actually, I was hoping I could talk to Joe for a few minutes? Just some…”

Matt’s eyes narrowed on Joe again, and he swallowed hard.

“Guy chat.”

“Oh, sure! Gomamon and I will go find Sora, then. See you in a few,” she said, waving goodbye to Joe with her fingers before she padded off across the park to the girls. Gomamon flopped over her shoulder and waved exaggeratedly to Joe.

“Well, at least Gomamon will have someone to help take care of him when I die…”

“What is wrong with you?” Matt hissed under his breath as soon as the two were out of earshot.

“I— I—” Joe stuttered.

Matt folded his arms as he stared down his friend, “Well?”

“Mimi… told me how she felt about me last night when I dropped her off…” he said, unable to look at Matt in those moments. He rubbed the back of his neck, his face hot just knowing how Matt was glaring at him.

“And you brought her along today? The hell is wrong with you?”

Joe��s eyes went wide as they snapped to Joe, and he shook his head, “No! No no no! I didn’t plan on that! Really!”

Matt took a deep breath and then let out a slow exhale to calm himself, “Then what happened?” he asked, unable to keep the slight bite out of his words.

“So I asked Mimi if she wanted me to pick her up, since I just… you know… wanted to offer that same friendship I always have. I wanted to make sure things wouldn’t change because of what happened yesterday,” he started.

“So, uh, when I went to pick her up, Manami saw us… Apparently she and Mimi are neighbors now…” he sighed, the information still turning over in his mind uncomfortably, “And Mimi asked if she wanted to come along.”

Matt quirked an eyebrow curiously, quiet for a few moments, before he shook his head and moved some hair out of his eyes.

“I can’t believe you, man,” he huffed out.

“How was I supposed to know Mimi liked me!?” Joe asked.

“Anyone with eyes can tell,” Matt shot back, “You even knew she liked you.”

Joe threw his arms up in the air, “I didn’t think she would still like me! It’s been so long since then that I just figured…”

Matt rolled his eyes, “You’re the only one.”

The blonde ran a hand through his hair as he looked over to see Manami with the girls, sitting between Sora and Mimi.

“I-I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to drop everything like this…” Joe grimaced. He struggled to swallow down a lump in his throat.

“You don’t have to apologize to me,” Matt told him.

“…Yeah, I’ll… I’ll try and find a chance to apologize to her,” Joe nodded slowly. He owed it to her after yesterday. Seeing her like that had been tough, and it was why he wanted to offer that olive branch by driving her over.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone else about Manami?” Matt asked. Joe scratched at his cheek and sighed.

“It wasn’t on purpose. I mean, we’ve just been so busy that I haven’t had many chances to talk to anyone,” he shrugged. Matt fixed him with a steely gaze as he put his hands in his pockets.

“Why didn’t you tell Mimi?”

Joe froze, slowly turning his head to look at his friend.

“Uh, well, to be honest…”

***

The sun was slowly starting to make its way to the horizon, the sky turning orange against the deep blue water that was right by the park. The small group of girls— sans Manami— were sitting together near some of the boys playing soccer.

“I still can’t believe he brought his girlfriend that none of us knew about,” Yolei huffed out as she angrily took a bite of one of Mimi’s cookies.

Kari and Hawkmon sat next to Yolei quietly, unsure of how to react. Gatomon had finished eating and was curled up in Kari’s lap, asleep. After a bit, Kari cleared her throat.

“He is usually really busy, plus he goes to school pretty far from the rest of us…” she reasoned, “We know how he throws himself in his work, after all…”

“But the fact of the matter is, why would he date someone else when Mimi is right here!” Yolei shouted a little too loudly as she wildly gestured to her, causing Kari and Sora to cringe.

“I mean, I would be lucky and honored to date Mimi. Anyone would be,” Yolei added with a shrug.

Mimi sighed as she looked down at the last bite of onigiri, “I wish we could’ve moved back sooner.”

It was a selfish thought, but she couldn’t help it.

Mimi ate that last bite and began to chew, when Yolei’s eyes went wide and she clapped them against her knees.

“You gotta win your man, Mimi,” she said, deathly serious.

“Yolei, no,” Kari and Sora both immediately said, though that didn’t deter her.

“I mean, I don’t know Joe that well, but everyone can tell how into each other you two are,” Yolei said. Sora grimaced.

“Am I wrong?” Yolei asked, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“…No,” Kari said quickly.

“Even if you aren’t,” Sora started with a look that brooked no argument, “You can’t just try and get in between their relationship,” Sora told Mimi.

“I would never,” Mimi said, “He means too much to me to ever do something like that.”

Kari smiled and Yolei frowned.

“That’s our Mimi,” Kari said, and as Mimi looked at Tai’s younger sister, she returned the smile.

“But—”

That one word seemed to spark something in Mimi’s mind.

But she had waited years to come back so the two of them could have their relationship.

Mimi had these feelings for a long time, and she knew Joe had them for at least a while, too. She obviously didn’t want to take any of this out on Joe, or not be supportive of his relationship, but… was it entirely wrong for her to be upset about this?

That was Joe. That was the Joe she had known for years ever since they ended up in the Digital World and became best friends. That was her Joe, and if she hadn’t been whisked away to New York, they’d probably be a thing right now, right?

The thought kept burrowing deeper into her mind, refusing to let go.

It wasn’t right for her to get in between Joe and Manami’s relationship, but…

…Didn’t she deserve a chance to fight for him? At least a little bit? After she laid it all out for him, only to have her heart shattered and to still be hurting?

She had been waiting so many years for the two of them to have a chance at a relationship, and she couldn’t just sit back and do nothing. Not when she, not so deep down, wanted to try and get Joe to see that they belonged together, because even if she wanted nothing more than for him to be happy, she still wanted that happiness to be with her.

There was no way she could ever say it, but now the thought was stuck there: she had to win her man.

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