#also been quiet lately—lotsa things happened or are happening on my end

[rkn001]

proceeds to beat everyone up on artfight

the following is a list of all of the ocs and their owners in the respective order of the pics above:

kirin master for riley (@nijimarii)

taiga woman for cris (@tinyreploid)

glitchy for twilight (@twilight-dawn)

mail man for reddy (@rederick-ignis)

gold man and rodeo man for korn (@zeibei)

stunt man for @wonderful-magician

moon woman for willow (@willows-rambles)

[dracosearlgreytea]

indelicate marks (11)

indelicate marks: chapter eleven - the accusation 

A/N: aaa okay so heres the next chapter! ive been lowkey stressed about posting this chapter as it took a lot to write, but i hope you enjoy it.. thank you so so so much for the increased support from everyone, if i havent replied to a comment dw i do read them! they literally transform my day no matter how i feel, so yeah just thank you. lotsa love - ivy 

warnings: language, strong descriptions of ptsd/reliving bad memories, graphic descriptions of deep cuts and bleeding

lovely tags: @h-annahayy @okaydraco @fanficflaneuse @thatoneasrastan @biinspiration @honeymelon22

indelicate marks index 

January and February, after the first meeting of the year, passed by quiet. Draco's state was getting worse. Every time you'd see him, even when you'd met twice a week, something about him was growing... darker. Sometimes it wasn't just the bags under his eyes, or the sharpness of his cheekbones. Sometimes it was the way his tone never lifted out of the monotonous state he tended to abandon around you. Sometimes it was the way he could hardly hold a conversation, or the anxiety would overwhelm him and you'd have to sit with him tucked into your chest, praying that his breathing would settle soon. But, somehow, within the misery that hung over the two of you, you also managed to find the friend you had waited so long for. Draco was funny. Dry, and witty, and frustratingly funny. The things that he'd say as a passing comment could make you double over in laughter. You'd always find his lips shooting up into that wicked grin you'd grown to adore. That smile was something you'd find few and far between, and its rarity only settled it closer to your heart. He was smart, too - a lot less stupid that he made himself out to be. Draco could easily give Granger a run for her money, if he wanted to. He had a secret passion for Muggle literature. Something, which you found out totally by mistake  - and continued to bring up at any given opportunity just to annoy him. To your utter shock, Draco also played piano. He'd described an organ, back in Malfoy Manor. His parents would usually enchant to play by itself - but, his mother had still taken it upon herself to teach him how to play it when he was a child. The insights he offered you into his life were quite frankly fascinating. It was still odd. The dynamic between you was never quite settled; impermanent. There were little things you found yourself holding onto. Like his smile, or the way he frowned when he listened to you talk, as though he was really focusing on your words.   Since your realisation at the beginning of the year, your affections for Draco had only grown. Most of the time, you'd manage to ignore it, only swallowing back the flutters in your chest. Because there was no way you could fancy Draco Malfoy. There was no way he would ever reciprocate, and there was no way it could ever work between you even if he did. And, it was nice. Being friends with someone. You could cope with the darkness he carried. You could cope with pushing away any indication of your developing attachment to him. Having someone to talk to, to even just be around - complicated or not - was a privilege you had never had. But, as much as you attempted to ignore it, the tension at Hogwarts was also getting a lot worse. Trying not to think about what would happen when you had to return home at the end of the year was difficult. Even the idea of having that mark on your arm was sickening. You didn't even want to acknowledge the fact that to take it, you would have to expose the mark that already sat on your forearm. Most likely, to the Dark Lord himself. The glares got worse. The comments got more threatening. Walking the corridors was not safe for you. Not when your parents had killed so many families of the students around you. It hadn't exactly been before, but now, with that suffocating atmosphere, it had only gotten worse. Keeping a firm grip on your wand at all times was second nature, at this point. You had been on your way to a meeting with Draco when your fears became too real. The feeling of someone following you had been tugging at your conscious for most of the day. But then, most people were watching you, anyway, eyes lingering on you in every hall or classroom you passed through. So, you'd only shrugged it off as your paranoia overreacting. It was still light. With winter beginning to pass, the nights were growing shorter. Weekly trips to the classroom were no longer spent in the dark, much to your appreciation. Just as you reached the last staircase leading to the third floor, it jumped into action. It swung away from your destination, and you ground your teeth, hanging onto the railings. Again, you only passed your mistake off as a busy mind - until you glanced behind you. The previous staircase had also moved. A distinct dread began to poison your gut. With the piece of staircase behind you gone, your only choice was to progress onto wherever this one would take you. You swallowed, staring up as the stairs docked. It lead onto a one-way corridor, a piece of the castle that was rarely used, and a quiver ran over your hand as you wrapped your fingers around your wand. Slipping it from your back pocket, you finally shifted. Someone wanted you in that corridor. Someone wanted you cornered. The second you stepped off of the stairs, it jolted away from you, only confirming your assumption. Stranded in the corridor, the lack of windows cast an eerie shadow down its length. There was only two classrooms coming off the sides, and one at the end - most likely locked, with a spell more powerful than 'alohamora' would fix. Edging forwards, you flung your eyes around you. Your heart was thudding dangerously in your chest - it was currently dinner. No one would be around to help if something happened, assuming anyone would help you. Draco was unlikely to come searching for you if you turned up late, waiting on the opposite side of the moving staircases. You only hoped you could reach the stairs before something bad could happen to you. Pausing, your eyes met the end doorway. It was ajar. You pressed yourself against the wall as you shifted closer - the opening only offered to show you a slice of darkness within. Someone could be, however, waiting for you inside. Hoping your curiosity would get the better of you. Preparing to jump you. Setting your wand upright and poised, you lifted your hand, before shoving the door open. Only, before you could get a glimpse inside, it had slammed shut in your face. You stumbled back a couple steps, true panic setting in. "Was it you?" A voice came from behind you. You'd walked straight into a trap. Taking in a shuddering breath, you spun to face the voice. A flicker of your brow, and you stared at the figure blocking the end of the corridor. "Potter?" He had emerged from one of the classrooms either side of you, wand clenched in his fist and eyes hard. Stupid, you're so stupid, you should have checked. "Was it you, Y/N?" Harry repeated, watching you with an unpredictable atmosphere to him. "Did you curse the necklace?" It took a second for any words to form on your lips. Your mind was going to into overdrive. Harry would not hurt you intentionally, you knew that much - he wasn't that type of person. But what he could do unintentionally... "I don't know what you're talking about." You said. Attempting to appeal to whatever friendship you'd had last year, you kept your voice as clear and honest as you could. Harry, however, did not shift. "It was you, or Malfoy." His voice lilted with questioning, and your jaw tightened. You had to remind yourself to keep breathing, act natural, even at the mention of Draco. Shit, what the fuck has Draco been doing? I know it's bad - it's the Dark Lord - but Merlin, if Harry is involved... "I said," You forced an eyebrow up at Harry in emphasis. "I don't know what you're talking about." Voice gruff, relief flooded through you. You'd managed to keep your composition. There was a million scenarios involving Draco running through your mind, and you bit back a shudder. "Then prove you're not one of them." Shit. Harry had gestured to your arm with his wand. You grew rigid in terror, a shaking whisper falling from your lips before you could swallow it back. "What?" "Show me your arm, and prove to me you're not a Deatheater." Harry said, voice a lot more forceful than before. No, no. No, this can't be happening - he wouldn't - he can't - "I don't have to prove anything to you, Potter." You spat - but there was no denying the quiver in your words. Sickness curling in the pit of your stomach, you clutched your wand, scrutinising Harry's every little movement. He shifted. It was so, so slight. Maybe he was moving towards you, maybe he was only adjusting his stance. It didn't matter, because before you could think, you raised your wand and shouted the first thing that came to mind. "Stupify-" "Expelliarmus!" You could only watch in utter horror as your wand flew through the air and clattered to the ground. All the way at the other end of the corridor. Behind Harry. No, no, no- You couldn't move. Frozen. It was as though you were in that cupboard again. Crushed against the wall, watching as two boys enchanted a blade and laughed at the way you choked for breath. "It's okay, Deatheater. You're going to get your mark soon." Harry was moving towards you now. You stumbled, falling back against the door, hands coming to press down on the handle. Locked. No escape. Breathing frantic, you could only stare at Harry with wide, angry eyes. You didn't speak as he grabbed your left arm, pulling it out in front of you. No, you didn't even struggle. You were still in that fucking broom cupboard. Harry's fingers burnt horribly against your skin, pushing up your sleeve. His eyes lingered on you as he did so, long enough to make your skin crawl. Then, he looked down. It burnt. Burnt, as though Harry had struck a match and put it to your flesh. He came to stare at you again, falling a few strides away from you as you snatched your arm back to your chest. You wanted to shout - no, scream at him, but you could do nothing but hold in the gasps of pain. Harry hadn't seen the blood. He hadn't seen the way the cuts had began to tear open, slowly. Excruciatingly. "Get the fuck away from me." It was hardly a whisper - more some inhuman, animalistic snarl. It was all you could manage. The flames were growing hotter and hotter and you'd forgotten how to breath. My wand. I need my wand. "Y/N - I'm so sorry - I-" "Go!" Something in Harry managed to click, seeing your contorted expression. With one last, horrified look, he turned and rushed away, the stairs swinging back to greet him as he did. The second he was out of sight, you let out a shuddering breath, daring a glance down to the state of your arm. Blood was already spilling down your fingers. It seeped into the fabric of your shirt, like the sea lapping at the shore - but bloodier, and a lot more sickening. "How does it feel to bleed, Deatheater? I bet you're fucking enjoying it, you sicko, just like your parents did." An involuntary whimper escaped you, unable to contain it with your mind so hazy from panic and pain. Agony was lacing its way up your arm and through your entire body, and you had to remind yourself - your wand. I need my wand. Staggering forward, you focused your gaze on your wand at the end of the corridor. Blood was spilling steadily onto floor, staining your shirt, but you refused to acknowledge it. Groans escaped your throat, scalding pain cutting deeper and deeper into your skin. Feeling the liquid thick on your hands, you, almost instinctively, gave it another look. Your entire sleeve was coated in red. An overwhelming nausea hit your gut. Falling against the wall, you desperately attempted to get your breath, but it only came in short pants. You'd barely made it halfway down the corridor. Harry had taken too long to leave, given the cuts too much time to reopen before the worst kicked in. Last time, with Draco, the reaction had been quick and easy. This time, you were alone, and wandless. Head spinning, you attempted to choke down a deep breath, and pushed forward. Everything was starting to blur a little, your head a spinning mess of thoughts. You couldn't focus. Tired. You felt so tired. You were close. You were so close to grabbing your wand, hands slick with blood as you stretched out your arm, shaking. Another step - a stumble. Your entire body crashed to floor. There was a terrible, harsh blow to the side of your head. Your ears filled with a high buzzing, sight wavering as you stared from your wand only inches away from you, to your left arm. Ten letters, red and clear. Tears rolled down your cheeks, but you didn't recognise them. It hurt, it hurt so bad, you couldn't think, couldn't breath. It was all a blur, really. A blur of torments and whispers. A blur of blade against skin. "Deatheater." "Y/N? Y/N-"

[kusunogatari]

[ ObiRyū October | Day Ten | Trash ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū, Hatake Kakashi, Nohara Rin ] [ Verse: Medical Machine ] [ Alcohol, pregnancy ]

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Nibbling the scar in his lip in concentration, Obito carefully solders another wire into place. He’s almost got this project finished...just a few more, and he should be done!

“Oi! Obito!”

His shoulders deflate with a sigh as a hand knocks on his door. “...what?”

“We’re going out for drinks - you’ve been sitting in there all day! C’mon man, let’s go!”

“But I’m -!” He exhales curtly in frustration. “I’m almost done with -?”

“Dude, your little robot will still be there when we get back! I’m tired of having to drag you kicking and screaming out to socialize,” Kakashi argues through the door. “Asuma and Gai are ready to go, and we’re meeting Genma and the others! Just get out and get some fresh air for a few hours, all right? You’re freaking me out.”

Obito scowls, but knows better than to argue. His roommates tend to make his life difficult when they want something. If he appeases them now, it will give him more free time later. “All right, fine! Let me just...change real quick.” He’s wearing his tinkering clothes, which are singed and stained.

“You’ve got three minutes!”

“Yeah, yeah…” Pulling his shirt over his head, Obito makes quick work of shifting outfits, shoving his rather thin wallet into his back pocket before heading out to meet them.

It’s not that he doesn’t like going out. He loves a good evening with drinking and friends. But it just seems like any time the rest of them are free to do so, he’s trying to get some work done! Just once he’d like to have an evening to go uninterrupted and actually finish a project.

For Obito, you see, is a tinkerer. At least, that’s what those who aren’t into the hobby call it. Ever since the introduction and normalization of robotic tech and androids, it’s really taken off. And Obito just happened to have a knack for it. He’d make all sorts of little bots when he was growing up - mostly things to help his grandmother as an unspoken thank you for bringing him up. Then he joined the robotics club in high school, winning prizes and even money at building competitions.

Which then led to him quite obviously pursuing the field in college. While he had big dreams of helping with the latest generations of androids, he’s been mostly shuffled into smaller-scale, more basic projects.

Frustrating, to say the least.

Which is why, in his free time, he works on his own models and tech. Nothing to a full android scale, but he’s...working up to it. He often scavenges parts from dumps and learns about them that way, reverse engineering the broken parts and building up his pool of knowledge.

The thing is...he doesn’t know anyone else with the interest. Kakashi is smart, but doesn’t really care about robotics. He can listen and understand what Obito’s talking about, but the bored, glazed-over look he gets only discourages Obito from sharing his new excitement any time he makes a new discovery. And the rest of their friend group, well...they only go downhill from there.

So, he keeps it mostly to himself. Which earns him a little crap from his friends, given that it makes him a bit of a hermit in his room whenever he gets in deep with a new project to tinker with. But...he’s still glad they take the time to drag him out every so often.

He’d likely be taking the hobby to an unhealthy degree by now if they didn’t…

They go on foot, their apartment not too far from downtown and plenty to do. The bright lights of the city bear down on them, billboards and signs vying for their attention for any product under the sun. But Obito ignores them, milling with the others as they discuss the goings-on of their days, their weeks. Given the divide between his interests and theirs, Obito is more of a listener more of the time, but he doesn’t mind.

That’s what forums are for: he can type novels to his heart’s content on the subject, and other like-minded tinkerers can chime in and reciprocate.

The bar they slink into is familiar, the boisterous atmosphere a welcome change from the typical quiet of their apartment. Already there, others their age from college call out in greeting. Kurenai immediately latches onto Asuma, Yugao perched atop Hayate’s lap. Anko gives them all a grin, a tankard already in hand.

And Rin greets Kakashi with a kiss and a smile.

Obito ducks into his jacket collar furtively. While several of the others are also single, he’s still the most lagged-behind in terms of romance and experience.

Kakashi blames it on his hobby.

...and Obito really can’t deny it. There are women who involve themselves in the hobby, but sadly most tend to be a bit...distant given how flocked they get. And sure, Obito likes men too, but there just hasn’t been much of a connection beyond the hobby with anyone.

And all of his roommates are straight, sadly.

Taking a seat at one end of their sizable table, he agrees to a beer, sipping it as everyone settles in and relaxes. Obito observes, chiming in where he can but mostly letting his mind wander in the white noise of conversation to how he’s going to wrap up the bot left back home on his desk.

“Obitooo!”

A while into the night, he jostles as Rin sits next to him, flushed in the face from indulging in spirits. “...hey, Rin.”

Her lips pout. “What’s that for?”

“Heh?”

“You don’t sound very excited to see me,” she retorts.

“Sorry, er...was lost in thought.”

“You’re always thinking,” she teases, fixing some of his hair and making him balk. “Don’t you ever get, like...bored of it?”

Obito can’t help a snort. “Not really, no. That’s the thing about thinking: you can do just about anything with it.”

She listens with a rather spacy expression, then swiftly changes the subject. “Obito, you need a girlfriend.”

“Wh-?”

“Y’know, ‘kashi tells me about how much you just sit in your room...s’not healthy! You need to go out sometimes, right?”

“I do go out. I’m out right now!”

“And when was the last time you were out?”

His silence required to try and remember is telling.

“M’serious, Obito...I worry about you, y’know.” She’s back to pouting. “You’ve always been so...reclusive. I don’t want you to sit in that room and not experience life…! To...to look back and realize you missed it all!”

He gives a nervous chuckle. “Rin, really - I’m fine. I’m not -?”

“M’gonna ask around my circle for a blind date for you.”

“Wh-? No, don’t do th-!”

“I know lotsa nice girls, Obito! I bet one could make you happy, huh? Just give it a tryyy, okay?”

He flounders, not sure how to get out of this one. “I, uh...look, that’s really nice, but -?”

“C’mon Rin, leave the man alone,” Kakashi then cuts in, dragging his girlfriend back to another chair and ignoring her whining. “You can pester him about it when you’re sober, hm?”

“But ‘kashiii -”

“Why don’t you go check on Kurenai? She hustled to the bathroom pretty quick, she might need some help.”

Rin’s mouth opens into an o of concern, and she scurries off with her new mission.

“...sorry about that,” Kakashi sighs. “Admittedly she’s been going on about that sober, too.”

Obito glances aside, feeling embarrassed. “...is it really that concerning?”

“You know how Rin is, she has to take care of everybody. Just tell her you don’t want a date. Might take a few tries, but she’ll take the hint.”

His lips fall into a pout. In truth, well...he’d like a date, but...not with that kind of setup. It’s all the more mortifying given that he used to like Rin so much when they were in grade school. Having her try and set him up on a date just feels...weird. “...I’ll try.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Kakashi takes the chair Rin was occupying, leaning back with a beer in hand. “You’ll figure it out.”

Obito gives him a glance, not quite sure what ‘it’ is in this context.

Not long after, the hour growing late, the group agrees to disperse. Rin and Kurenai whisper at the other end of the table as they all get ready to go.

“...I think Kurenai’s pregnant.”

Obito, swigging the last of his beer, almost does a spit take at Kakashi’s blunt revelation, choking instead. “What?!”

“She hasn’t had a single drink, but was still running to the bathroom. Bet you anything it’s morning sickness and she’s pregnant. And it doesn’t seem like Asuma is sober enough to put two and two together yet.”

Gawking, Obito looks around the group. Kakashi has always been keen, and...yeah, given what he can see, it does seem to be the case. “...pregnant...oh man…”

“Life marches on, eh?” Kakashi muses. “I had a feeling they’d be the first ones to pop one out.”

...something in Obito’s gut clenches. So...someone in their group is going to have a baby. And he hasn’t even -

Kakashi interrupts the thought with a slap on his back. “C’mon, let’s head home.”

“...you guys go ahead. I...need to pick something up.”

“Whaaa…? Like what?”

“A part for my bot. I’ll just swing by the scrap heap then be back.”

“You good?”

“Yeah, I’m a little buzzed but I’m fine. Cold air will help. If I’m not back in half an hour, come looking for me, all right? You know where I’m headed.”

Kakashi stares at him for a moment, and Obito fears he’ll call his bluff. “...all right. Got your phone?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Good. Hey...be careful.”

“I will.”

Nodding, Kakashi then files out with the others, Obito bringing up the rear and splintering off to cross the street. While he doesn’t actually need any additional parts...he’s not quite ready to head home yet.

Not with so much on his mind.

Hands in his pockets and breath pluming in the air, Obito follows a familiar route. He goes to the scrapyard so often, he could probably do so in his sleep. The amount of good tech that gets thrown away honestly astounds him sometimes. But, that’s more for him to salvage and make use of, so he can’t really complain.

And it will give him something else to think about.

Reaching the edge, he slips through the fence in his usual spot, turning on his phone’s light to start looking for anything viable. Gears, wires, plating, plastic...he rummages through it all for anything that can catch his eye.

Anything that will make him forget for a moment that he’s such a black sheep among his friends. Falling behind and feeling more and more divided from them. He doesn’t want to think about kids, and dating, and getting married, and settling down...it’s all too much…!

Finding an android hand, he tugs it up to look at it, finding it stuck. Another tug, still nothing. Sighing and clenching his phone in his teeth, he uses both hands, pulls, and -

An entire body surfaces.

“Shit -!” Losing his footing in surprise, he falls over backward in a shower of parts.

...someone tossed a whole android...?!

Staring at it, he heaves himself back up and starts digging, revealing an entire robot. Well...mostly. Every part is intact save for the components kept in the torso, ripped out and severely damaged. There are deep dents along the entire body casing.

Someone beat the absolute shit out of this thing, but...why? Androids are so damn expensive...you might as well just light a bank account on fire.

Taking in the damage, Obito then looks at the face. It’s modeled to be female, with delicate features...making the deformations all the more shocking, in his opinion. The hair is white and wavy, and that makes him blink. All-white androids tend to be used in the medical field. So...wait...is this one of them?

Why the hell is a medical android so busted up and tossed for scrap? That doesn’t make any sense!

Turning her over, Obito checks the back of her neck for her model and serial number, checking it on his phone.

...it’s one of the latest models.

Okay, this is just weird.

Brow furrowing, Obito tries to puzzle this out. So someone got ahold of one of the latest medical robots on the market...ripped out most of its components...and then totally trashed it before throwing it in the dump. He can understand a potential parts robber, but there’s still so much valuable tech left! It doesn’t make any sense!

...he can’t just leave it all here.

He urges her back over to face upright, her powerless eyes a bit haunting. Androids are so realistic now, it’s like he’s staring at a real dead body. Now the only question is...how to get her back without anyone gawking at him. Including his roommates. He could disassemble her, then reassemble her back at the apartment, but he’ll need something to carry her in.

So he scrambles up to his feet, dragging her to a hidden alcove before dashing back toward home. Once there, he fishes out a duffle bag from under his bed, and a kit to take her apart.

“Whoa, you okay?” Kakashi asks, frowning.

“Yeah, fine! Found some cool stuff, can’t carry it all, so...I’ll be back!”

“But -?” Watching him dash back out, Kakashi just wilts. “...must have been a hell of a find…”

It’s almost one in the morning now, but Obito doesn’t slow down until he gets back to the scrapyard. Practiced hands break her down into smaller parts, and then he hauls the whole thing back home, furtively glancing around in case anyone thinks this is weird.

And thus just making himself look more suspicious.

But he returns unfettered, heading straight into his room and shutting the door.

He’s got a lot of work to do.

Carefully taking her back out, it takes far more time putting her back together than taking her apart. He starts making a list of her missing and damaged parts.

Man...this is gonna take a while. And given how stingy tech corps are, he can’t find any info on what’s been taken from her core.

So he texts Rin, who just so happens to be a nurse.

Hey, so this is weird, but if you could get me blueprints for a certain medical android, I’d owe you big time.

Knowing she won’t reply until she sleeps off all she drank tonight, he nonetheless gets to work. First thing’s first: carefully fix all the indentations. Then figure out if any components in her limbs were actually damaged, and either find replacements or fix them himself. Thankfully it’s almost all superficial, and he can move on to the rest of the mess: her core. There’s a lot of torn cabling and wires...that alone is going to be a nightmare. But he’s waited for so long to be able to work on a full working android model...he can’t let that faze him.

It’s late morning before Rin replies.

You realize I could lose my job for that?

But it’s really really important! Pleaseee?

...why do you need it?

Promise not to tell?

I’m already considering one illegal thing today. Why not another?

I found a Meditech android in the scrapyard, and I wanna fix her. But she’s missing some parts of her core.

Holy shit, really? You should return that! It’s hospital property!

I will! AFTER I fix her! Please Rin, you know how much I wanna get into full android work!

Several minutes pass as she clearly thinks it over.

...okay fine! I’ll try. Gimme the numbers and I’ll see what I can do.

You’re amazing, you know that?

I do, thank you.

A few hours later, she sends him the file...and Obito starts digging. As he figured, a lot of it is tech he’ll likely never get his hands on.

...legally, that is.

Thankfully he knows some people, and heads to the forum for help. Within the hour, he has trades arranged for all he’ll need.

Now to wait for shipping, and then the work...and he should have a functional android.

All the while, his roommates just figure he’s gotten himself buried into yet another timesink. Kakashi tries to sneak a peek, only for Obito to shove him back out every time.

“You can see when it’s done!”

For over a month...he barely leaves his room. Kakashi has to remind him to eat, let alone sleep. But then finally, after countless hours of work and frustration...he gives the reboot system a try.

Just barely audible in the silence is a quiet whir of tech booting up before they start running silently. Unseen, her software begins powering up , a diagnostic completed before she can begin to function. Sat in his computer chair, she’s completely still for several minutes.

Obito chews his lip, wondering if this is going to work.

And then...her bowed head lifts, and eyes open. They blink once, twice, subtly taking in her surroundings before focusing on Obito.

“...ID?” he asks.

Another blink - man, she looks so real…! “Meditech at-home care android model V-seven-nine. Serial number four eight two, nine nine seven three, zero zero zero zero.”

Huh...an at-home model. So she wasn’t at the hospital, but living with a patient. “Name?”

“My data bank is empty. Would you like to register a name?”

Oh shoot, that part of her memory was erased...or was never filled in the first place. He hesitates for a long moment. “...er...register name: Ryū.”

There’s a moment’s pause as it’s committed to her memory. “...I am Ryū. How may I help you today?”

And so begins his own check, running through as many system operations as he can think of to ensure nothing is on the fritz or damaged. All the while, ‘Ryū’ answers every question, performing scans and reporting all functioning as normal.

“...holy shit,” he then breathes. “I did it. I actually fixed you.”

“Would you like to register a patient?”

“...what is your patient registry?”

“No data available.”

“...run a patient registry scan for past entries.”

Another small pause. “...no data available.”

“...so you never got programmed. Seems to me you either never arrived at your destination, or...you were stolen from them early on. But why only take your core components and then trash the rest of you...?”

She doesn’t reply, the question rhetorical.

He sits on his bed with a thoughtful sigh, rubbing his chin before shooting Rin another text.

So...she’s up and working. Seems she was programmed for at-home care. Any records from the hospital of one of them going missing?

Hm...not from ours...give me a minute and I’ll check elsewhere.

As he waits, Obito watches the android. She just...sits, perfectly still, occasionally glancing around and blinking as programmed to appear more human and less unsettling. As he has several times while working on her, he can’t help but marvel at how far android tech has come over the years. She really does look human.

...and then there’s the question some ask about the humanity in a machine. If they can learn enough to be considered sentient. Some fear it, others embrace it, and a few even demand their freedom as equals to humans.

Obito...well, for the most part, he’s in the middle. It’s amazing technology, but...still technology. Can it become sentient? Maybe. He’s never seen full proof of it, at least not yet. As for being treated like a human, well...he’s pretty iffy on that.

But the longer he watches her, the more he wonders. Then his phone buzzes.

So I checked every hospital in the county, and nothing. No reported losses or thefts. I’ll check at the state level, but I mean...that’s pretty far, given where you found her.

His brow furrows. All right, thanks. What should I do with her in the meantime?

I mean...you can bring it in, we can always use it. But officially, we dunno where it belongs, so...y’know. Up to you, I guess. Unless I find something.

Well, all right then.

...now what?

In truth, he’s getting excited. If no one can claim her...maybe he can keep her! Obito does have his share of chronic conditions from his accident when he was young...he could probably make use of her. But does he really need to keep her, or...is he just geeking out about having an android?

As if sensing his thoughts, she looks to him, head tilting.

...he has to admit, her casing is really pretty. But it’s just an empty shell for a highly advanced computer.

...isn’t it?

...there have been rumors. Of AI going rogue in androids along the east coast. Nothing confirmed by the manufacturers of course, but the forum buzzes about it every time a supposed account leaks. The androids break their programming limitations, making decisions outside their parameters, and acting irrationally.

...acting human.

No one’s sure yet what causes it, but...it makes him wonder. Maybe he can use her as a bit of an experiment. See if he can replicate the supposed ‘malfunctions’.

But for now, he better wait until Rin exhausts all other avenues. He doesn’t want to mess around with a stolen android. But...that doesn’t mean he can’t at least interact with her.

“Hey, Ryū.”

“Yes?”

“My right shoulder is sore.”

She blinks, and then gives a smile. “If you’d like, I can perform massage therapy to try and ease tension in the muscles. I can also utilize acupuncture if you prefer.”

Her language is so….stiff. But whoever did her voice did a great job for a medical android - soft and comforting, clearly meant to ease patient stress. “Let’s try the massage therapy.”

“Please, have a seat.” She rises from his chair, letting him take it instead before asking, “Are you comfortable removing your shirt?”

He hesitates a moment. “...sure.” Pulling at the garment, he tosses it on his bed. Beneath are the plethora of scars from the accident that nearly crippled him in grade school.

Even if she isn’t human, he can’t help a surge of self consciousness.

...and then something odd happens.

So light he barely feels it, she runs fingertips over the hardened tissue. “...I do not have access to your medical records. May I inquire what caused this scarring?”

Another pause - he hates going over this, but...well, he supposes it’s relevant. “...accident when I was young. I was struck by a car. I’ve got a lot of pins and plating from putting me back together.” After a pause, he jokes, “Makes going to the airport quite a hassle, heh.”

She doesn’t reply, and just keeps...mapping out the marks.

“...is it in the way?”

Her focus seems to return. “No. But it will help me to diagnose and solve other issues in the future. Thank you.” She then adjusts her posture and starts working at the knotted muscle in his back.

And...dang, she’s really good at this.

With pinpoint precision, she finds and soothes at the sore spot, and soon enough Obito is a puddle in his chair. Twenty minutes later, the pain is entirely gone.

“How do you feel?”

Slowly sitting up, he rolls his shoulder. “...great! Thanks.”

She smiles again. “You’re welcome! Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“As a brief reminder, I am also outfitted with custodial knowledge, and if your medical dependency is severe enough, I am programmed to handle housework, assistance with day to day activities, and escorting you out of your home if desired.”

That ears a blink. “...seriously?”

To his surprise, she laughs. “Seriously! I am a full home-care model, and can handle all regular duties of a human caretaker to an even more sophisticated and efficient degree. And should you find any of my programming insufficient, you need only contact my manufacturer, and they can arrange a software upgrade to handle your individual needs.”

...huh. He wasn’t expecting all...that. “And, er...do I need documentation to have you upgraded? Your receipt or anything?”

There’s a pause, and he can tell she’s checking her internal manual for an answer. “I’m sorry, but I do not have the information you’re looking for on hand. Please contact my manufacturer for clarification.”

Well, shoot...if he does end up keeping her, that might pose a problem. He supposes he can always take her to a less legal place to have her tinkered with...at least, anything beyond his own capabilities. He might be able to find bootleg copies of any new software, but given all she sounds like she’s capable of, that shouldn’t be a problem anyway.

“Oi, are you done in here yet? Who are you talking to?”

Stiffening, Obito doesn’t have enough time to get to the door, and Kakashi opens it up.

...and stares.

“...am I...interrupting something?”

Bright red at Kakashi’s clear assumption, Obito blurts, “I-it’s not what it looks like!”

“Hello!” Ryū then offers.

Kakashi perks a brow. “...hi. And you are…?”

“I am a Meditech at-home care android. I have been named Ryū. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

...he blinks. “...you have an android?”

“She’s what I found in the scrapyard last month. I just finished putting her back together!”

“A whole-ass android was in the scrapyard?”

“Yeah! Rin’s been helping me figure out how to fix her. And now, er...she’s fixed!”

“...huh. And uh...does it belong to someone?”

“Rin’s checking. No records yet. So, I...might get to keep her…?”

“Well it better pay rent. And if you get frisky with it, keep it down, all right?”

Flaring red again, Obito gives a holler, throwing a shoe as Kakashi closes the door. Said shoe bounces harmlessly to the floor.

“Stupid Kakashi...as if…”

“If it addresses the issue at hand, I am equipped with -”

“No! No no!” Obito cuts in, face about to explode as he interrupts her. “I already know that, I saw when I was reassembling you! I don’t need it!”

She blinks. “...heightened aggression and tension in male patients can sometimes be attributed to pent-up se-”

“NO!” Oh lord he’s going to die from embarrassment. “I...I don’t need that, okay? Kakashi is just getting on my nerves. It’s fine.”

“Would you like me to check your blood pressure?”

“...no, I’m fine.”

“Perhaps you’re hungry! Could I fix you something to eat?”

...she’s not going to stop, is she? “Okay, sure. But uh...I live with three other people. Kakashi was one, Asuma and Gai are the others.” Though Asuma, if Obito remembers right, is looking for a place to live with Kurenai and their soon-to-be baby.

“That’s no problem! I’m capable of adjusting any recipe in my index to suit as many household members as necessary.”

...well, might as well get this over with.

Asuma just chuckles at the sight of her, and Gai marvels at “this brilliant new technology” until Kakashi convinces him to stop.

And while she’s cooking, Rin sends Obito a text.

So how much do you love me, bff of mine?

...a lot? Why?

So no registry records in the entire state. So I looked that serial number up, and guess what?

What?

There’s no match for it. It wasn’t part of any official manufacturing run.

Obito gawks at his screen. So, what...she’s a bootleg?

No, seems she’s legit given what all you told me. It’s more like...someone went in to the factory, made ONE android, and made off with it after clearing the record of its assembly. To the system registry, it doesn’t exist.

He has to sit down for a moment, the background noise of the guys peppering Ryū with questions going unnoticed. ...so what do I do?

I’m not sure. I mean the RIGHT thing to do would be to turn it in, but...I mean, there’s also no proof you stole it or anything. But nor that you bought it. It’s a really weird grey area. My guess is...someone made an off-the-record ‘droid to try and steal the technology from the company for their own.

Obito stills. ...that’s why only some of her components were missing. That was all the thief needed.

Exactly.

...well, I...guess I’ll think it over.

Sure. Lemme know if you need anything else, kay?

Will do.

Obito puts his phone to sleep, stunned. An off-the-record robot. And he just happened to find her.

...now what should he do with her?

His thoughts are broken as laughter rings out, and he looks up to see Ryū smiling as everyone points at Gai, a pancake perfectly centered on his head from her pan.

...if he didn’t know any better, he’d think she was real.

Well, for now, he’ll just...keep her here. If anyone else finds out her origins, he might have to turn her over. Thoughts start turning. Maybe someone on the forum can help him forge some documents for her. Shouldn't be that hard. Then maybe he can keep her.

...it’s been barely an hour and he already feels attached, damn it.

“Oi, Obito!”

His focus returns. “Huh?”

“What would you like on your pancake?” Ryū asks after Kakashi gets his attention.

“...uh, just...butter and syrup, please.”

She gives another smile, and he feels his chest clench.

...oh no.

     Aaand I went overboard again xD BUT I haven’t gotten to use this verse yet, so...I indulged lol      Not very, uh...traditional? Def the first time I’ve written a muse as an android, but I’ve had the idea for a long time. It’s a bit parallel to day...three of last year, I think? BUT it’s not quite cyberpunk, and the roles are reversed, as well as amplified lol      Otherwise, uh...not much to say? Posting late cuz today was muh birthday and I had stuff to do .w. Tomorrow is also gonna be busy-ish sooo we’ll see if I finally start falling behind :’D But for now, that’s all I’ve got! Thanks for reading~

[sheewolf85]

How to Pamper Your Edgelord

Summary: Sans isn't used to feeling helpless, but his boyfriend is giving him good practice. Edge is in trouble, spreading himself too thin, and Sans has to get creative to find a way to help him that Edge will accept.

Notes: For @freshouttaparsnips​, who has been super stressed lately. I wanted to do something for him, and this happened.

I hope you feel better soon, hun!

*lotsa hugs*

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If there was anything Sans was absolutely sure of about his boyfriend, it was that Edge’s pride was going to be his downfall.

Now, he wasn’t the pompous kind of prideful that left people in his wake staring in disgust and wishing he would stumble a bit as he sauntered away.

Instead, he was full of a noble pride that let him carry himself like a goddamn superhero, even including the cape sometimes, and it was sexy as all fucking hell. Edge didn’t know what a leisurely walk was; he always walked like he was on a mission, headed out to save the world.

That wasn’t the point, though. Even if Sans had daydreams and wet dreams about the way his boyfriend’s hips moved in his bone-tight pants.

No, not the point.

Sans sighed and looked down at his hands on his desk. He was facing an obstacle course here, and he wasn’t sure how to proceed. When he made a decision, would he end up finding the right path, or would he run into another dead end?

Edge was in trouble, and Sans didn’t know how to help.

Edge’d been working two jobs for the past year and a half and still barely made enough to survive. He’d just gotten another one because his brother’d had to move back in with him and couldn’t find work to help with rent or food. Red was an asshole, but he was a good asshole and did what he could to help make things easier on his brother. It sure didn’t make the money situation any easier.

To Sans, the answer was simple: Let him help. He could pay a couple months of Edge’s rent to let him catch back up, ease the stress a bit. He had more money that he could reasonably use; he didn’t need it all. He gave to charities as often as he could, which was all the damn time, and still had an abundance.

Having several patents on rare and expensive technology was pretty damn awesome sometimes.

But Edge would never accept it. His pride kicked in when money matters came up, and talking to him would often become harder than talking to a wall. He barely managed to accept Sans buying their dinner when they went on dates, but only because he absolutely insisted that he pay for some nights as well.

Usually, it never bothered Sans. Edge was a big boy and could handle himself just fine. He’d managed for years before he met Sans, and he’d continue to manage for however long they stayed together (hopefully a very long time) and even after that.

But he knew without a doubt that if he offered to pay even a half of a month’s rent, Edge would take it as an insult.

Sans sucked in a deep breath and turned back to his computer to finish the day’s work. He was going to see Edge tonight, and he really couldn’t wait. He just really hoped that making and keeping dates wasn’t adding to his boyfriend’s stress. The monster never took a single minute to himself, and Sans was worried it was going to come back and bite him in his bony ass.

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Dinner was almost done when Sans checked the time. He frowned to himself; Edge wasn’t late yet, but he’d made it a point to be fashionably early nearly every other time they had a date in at Sans’ place.

He took a breath and let it out slowly. Just because Edge wasn’t early didn’t mean he was in any kind of trouble. It was just a single break in the pattern, and Edge was fine.

But then a half an hour passed, dinner was done, and Sans had nothing left to do to occupy his thoughts or his hands. He walked over to one of his shelves that held some prototypes and failed tests and genty flicked the blade of a tiny fan. It whirred quietly in the silence of the room.

Headlights passing outside the front room window made Sans hurry over to look outside, expecting to see Edge pulling into the driveway.

Instead, his neighbor had only pulled out of theirs.

With another sigh, he checked his phone for the hundredth time. No messages, no missed calls, no nothing. He’d texted Edge three times already, asking if he was still going to be able to make it, and the lack of response wasn’t doing anything to calm Sans’ rising anxiety.

Another half hour passed, and Sans was about ready to call his brother over for some sad dinner and to take leftovers, because Sans had made plenty for the express purpose of leftovers. He might not be able to buy Edge groceries, but he could damn well make him take food by pouting about it potentially going to waste at his own home.

Just before he pressed the call button next to his brother’s name, a frantic knock was at his front door.

Fearing bad news about his boyfriend, Sans teleported right to the door and flung it open.

Edge pushed his way in and shut the door before pulling Sans into a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice muffled against the collar of Sans’ shirt. He’d made an attempt at dressing up, and that was enough. “I’m sorry, Sans.”

Sans let himself hug back, so grateful that Edge was here and he was okay, not obviously hurt. He smelled like a mix of french fry grease and charred hamburger patty, and Sans never thought he’d live to see a day when that smell was anything but glorious. But on Edge, it was wrong. It smelled awful.

“what happened?” Sans asked, tightening his arms around Edge’s shoulders.

Edge moved to sit on the couch, cradling Sans against him. Sans let himself be held. He was comfortable right here with his skull against Edge’s sternum, listening to his voice as he explained.

“My shift was supposed to end at five o’clock. I would have had plenty of time to go home and shower and be here on time. A large group came in at a quarter to five, and my replacement wasn’t in by the time their order was placed. I wanted to leave. I almost told my manager that he could cook it himself if he was that worried, but he beat me to it by saying I’d be fired if I left. I can’t lose this job, Sans. I had to stay until Greg showed up, which he finally did a half an hour ago.”

Oh, Sans hated this so much. He didn’t mind listening to Edge complain, and he would be there for his boyfriend no matter what, but he hated that Edge was struggling so much when he could help out so easily.

Instead of saying any of that, he only hugged Edge tighter. “i’m not mad,” he said honestly. “i was worried about you, but i get that you couldn’t call or text me.”

Once upon a time, Sans would have said that dating a chef at a cheap diner was the best dream he could have. Edge had only recently gotten the job, but knowing how much he hated greasy food and also knowing how hard his boss was on him made the idea far less appealing. But Edge had to find another job that would be flexible around the first two jobs he had and still pay well enough to make it worth his while.

Sand didn’t think the cook job met that second standard, but he supposed Edge’s options were limited and he’d gone with the most reasonable choice.

“are you hungry at all?”

Edge sighed. “No. I’m sorry, I know whatever you made would be delicious, but I just can’t think of food right now.”

Sans nodded against Edge’s chest. “that’s okay.”

“It really isn’t. If I’d known this job was going to be like this, I would have--"

Sans reached up and slapped a hand over Edge’s mouth. “none of that. you didn’t know the job would be like this, plain and simple. you can’t go back and change the past, so let’s think about what you can do to help yourself in the future.”

Edge glowered at him. Sans only grinned. He hadn’t come up with those words on his own, no he had not. Edge had said them to him toward the beginning of their relationship, almost three years ago, and he had reminded Sans of them often over time.

Shifting a little, Edge gently took Sans’ hand and kissed his palm before pulling it away so he could speak.

“There’s not much of anything I can do at this point, Sans.” His voice was far more subdued than Sans had expected, and he wondered if Edge was worried about more than the job.

Edge was looking down at Sans’ hand in his, his long, slender fingers curling protectively over Sans’ smaller ones.

“I can’t quit. Not until Red finds a job. He is trying, I know he is, but his experience is limited to a very specific field. Not many people are looking for a surveillance expert nowadays, at least not outside the military. His PTSD limits his options even further; he can’t work around a lot of people or in a loud environment. He needs me, Sans, and if I quit or get fired from this job, then I’ll just have to find another and I was lucky to find this one.”

Sans knew only very basic information about Edge’s brother: general height, age, he was a veteran that the military had all but abandoned because he was a monster, and he’d worked in a field of science different from Sans’. Edge had said that Red didn’t like it when people talked about him, so he just didn’t. It was testament to how stressed he really was that he’d said so much.

And yet, maybe that was a good thing. If he’d known that Red had a background in surveillance or that he needed a quiet environment, he may have been able to help sooner. He gently squeezed Edge’s hand and leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheekbone.

“What if I could help?” he asked, bracing himself for Edge’s prickles.

But he just sighed and rested back against the couch. This was not normal.

“I don’t expect you to help me, Sans,” he said softly, his voice dejected. “I didn’t… I’m not… Fuck.”

And then Edge did something Sans never expected, something he didn’t even know Edge was capable of.

His chest heaved once before a red tear meandered down his right cheekbone. His eyes were closed, but it wasn’t hard to see that the dam had broken and he was struggling to contain the fallout. His arms loosened around Sans, no longer holding him, but he didn’t push him away either.

“edge?” Sans didn’t move away, only snuggled closer and rested his head on Edge’s shoulder. “i know you don’t expect me to help. i know you don’t ever complain to me with the hope of getting something out of me, but i’m serious here; what if i can help?”

“How?” Edge asked, raising his hand that wasn’t still clasped over Sans’. “How could you help me without it destroying our relationship? I’m not with you for your money, but if I take it… I couldn’t…” He suddenly grabbed Sans up in a tight hug and pressed his face into Sans’ shoulder. “I love you, Sans. But I’m scared. I’m scared because how many times is something like tonight going to happen, and I’m going to be late for our dates? Eventually you’ll get sick of it. I could never ask you to put up with that for me.”

Sans hugged him back just as tightly. “i never doubted that you weren’t with me for money. do you believe that i’m not just with you for someone to pamper and dote on?”

If that were the case, Sans would have fled the relationship three years ago, before it even started. Doting on or pampering Edge was about as safe as wearing a raw meat suit around a hungry lion. You were bound to walk away with more than a few scratches. He didn’t allow it, plain and simple.

And that was fine because there were other ways of loving him, ways that he’d accept.

Edge looked at him with watery sockets. “That’s an absurd question.”

Sans just shrugged and grinned up at him. “might be, but i want you to answer it anyway.”

With a sigh, Edge nodded. “Yes, I believe that you’re not with me just to dote on me.”

“good.” He reached up and kissed Edge gently. “because i’m not asking you to take any money for any reason. i wanna ask you some questions about red. you don’t have to answer, but it’ll help me figure out if the company that makes my tech might hire him.”

Edge was quiet for a long moment, staring down at Sans with an unreadable expression.

When he finally nodded, Sans sat up and shifted a bit so he was straddling Edge’s lap. Edge’s hands went to his hips just to hold him, his expression still strangely blank.

“would he be able to work in a small team? i’ve seen the whole facility, including the surveillance room, and it’s small and quiet. he’d have one person in the room with him at all times, just for safety reasons, and he’d have to go to a few meetings each month with the rest of the team, but arrangements could be made where he wouldn’t have to be in the big group.”

“When you say ‘small team’, how small are you meaning?”

Sans had to think back to what he’d been told. “five or six, max. there’s someone on the team already with an aversion to touch and the rest of the team is real good about it, so i know they’d have no problem adjusting to someone with ptsd. he’d just have to be clear about how he stays safe.”

Edge nodded. “If he’s good at anything, it’s making everyone aware of things that upset him.”

“he could work full time or part time. they have great benefits, even for monsters.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Edge’s mouth. “please let me help? if red can get a job, that’ll be less stress on you and you know it.”

A heavy sigh was his only answer for a few long minutes. Finally, Edge looked at him. “Don’t hire him just because we’re dating,” he said sternly.

“nope,” Sans responded. “i’m just the patent holder; i don’t make hiring decisions. i can put in a good word, though, and not just because we’re dating. if you tell me your brother is a surveillance expert, then i’m going to trust you. i don’t know him, but i know you, and you wouldn’t make something like that up.”

Edge nodded. “Let me talk with him first before I do anything, but think he might be interested.”

“sounds fair. you hungry yet?”

His answer was another sigh, this one sounding too guilty for his liking. “No. I’m sorry.”

Sans waved a hand. “eh, don’t worry about it, edgelord. i’m sure we can cook up other plans for the evening.”

“How original,” Edge said, deadpan.

“don’t gotta be original so long as i get a reaction. what if we put dinner up and then go take a shower? ‘cause i hate to say it, baby, but you stink.”

Finally, Edge smirked, a sign that he was starting to feel more comfortable. “I thought you’d enjoy eau d’greasy cafe.”

Sans chuckled. “surprisingly, it’s not so great when it’s on you. i prefer your actual scent, the natural eau d’edge.”

Edge snorted. “A shower sounds wonderful.”

Before Sans could climb off his boyfriend’s lap, Edge pulled him in close and kissed him deeply, eagerly exploring his mouth.

He pulled back with a lovely flush on his cheekbones, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“I love you, Sans,” he said sincerely. “I truly do.”

Sans leaned in and kissed him again, less needy this time. “i love you, too,” he said against Edge’s teeth. “you’re still staying the night, right?”

Edge’s grin was feral. “Of course.”

His attempt at getting off Edge’s lap was successful this time. They put dinner away quickly, then Sans took Edge’s hand and led him up the stairs toward the large, luxurious bathroom on the second floor.

Even if Edge didn’t let him pamper him the way Edge deserved to be pampered, he could still show how much he cared by getting Edge to relax for the night. Hopefully soon, the worst of his worries would be taken care of.

[najilas]

did  you  just  see  NAJILA TAMIMI  pull  up  on  campus  for  the  new  semester  ?  they're  the  TWENTY-ONE  year  old  in DELTA ZETA ALPHA  right  ?  i  heard  they're  a  PRESIDENT  .  it  makes  perfect  sense  because  they’re  DECEITFUL  ,  but  at  the  same  time  DEBONAIR .  i  wonder  when  the  black  sheep  is  going  to  drop  the  big  secret  that  they  RECENTLY HAD AN ABORTION AND DIDN’T TELL THE FATHER  .  anyway  ,  i  constantly  hear  them  blasting  GLORY AND GORE  -  LORDE ,  tell  them  to  keep  it  down  ,  it's  quiet  hours  .

hi babes!! my name is mari, i’m 21 & my timezone is brt !! najila is a new character of mine so i’m still figuring her out a bit but ?? i am so excited to play her here akndjaskdn here’s a bit abt her !!

tall, blonde, and beautiful. born with a silver spoon doesn’t even begin to describe najila tamimi, daughter of sillicon valley billionaire hassan tamimi and former super model saskia van hall. life for najila was easier than most, but the combination of brains and beauty left by her parents meant the pressure to be perfect was high.

mostly, she succeeded. she managed being volleyball team captain, science olympiad champion, and student body president all while maintaining a 4.0 gpa and a fairly stable social life. the overachieving was something she got from her father. from her mother, however, she got the impeccable looks, perfect hair, and beautiful smile which made everyone either hate her or be her best friend. and really, those are generally the extremes you get with someone like najila.

on the outside, she is a selfless, extremely loyal, ride or die friend who will hold your hair while you puke and not even mention it the next day. she will make sure everybody loves you, get you in on the biggest parties, introduce you to anyone who’s anyone in the area you wanna work with, buy you ultra expensive gifts just because they reminded her of you. but she does have a hint of backstabbing bitch which means she will likely tell others about the things you did in a semi judgemental tone if you do anything that steps outside her lines of “perfect, elegant, and classy”. and if she hates you, be prepared to suffer, because she knows just how to play the victim whilst spreading vicious rumours about you.

so, is najila tamimi a good person? it’s hard to tell. but if you try to claim the contrary you will first have to scroll through her instagram page which is just as filled with her doing volunteer work and attending the mosque on fridays as it is of her at fancy parties with beautiful people. 

the truth is she’s a mess of contradictions and it’s as easy to love her as it is to hate her. she appears to be the most humble person in the world despite all her beauty and wealth, but deep down is incredibly proud of all she’s accomplished and incredibly afraid that one day she’ll be dethroned.

despite having been offered modeling jobs a thousand times over, najila mostly declines them because she is too busy and has no need for the money. she’s also too ambitious and has big plans to make her mark. she’s majoring in physiological science, with a literature minor. her plan is to go to medical school and then work with an organization such as doctors without boarders, and work in research later in life. the literature minor is more of a hobby, really, as she loves it but not enough to pursue it and knows she won’t have enough time to study it later in life.

being as focused as she is on achieving her goals and exuding an image of perfection, seeing the two lines on a home pregnancy test turned her world entirely upside down. once it was confirmed, she knew she didn’t have long to make a decision. in discussions about abortion, najila had always had a clear stance, “it should be the woman’s choice, but i don’t think i could ever do it” and yet it seemed like the only thing that would not jeopardize the perfect future she had planned for herself.

she felt incredibly guilty during the entire process and those who are close to her may notice –– as much as she will deny it –– that something has changed. she barely eats or sleeps lately and is throwing herself into her studies and president duties more than ever. but the beautiful smile is still ever present on her face as she attempts to move on as if nothing had happened. what’s important is that no one ever finds out what she did, and this stays behind as the only imperfect stain in her otherwise perfect life.

wanted connections !!

best friend (f/nb): honestly i feel like this would be a very blair/serena type thing where they can be bitchy and fight a lot but at the end of the day they’re ALWAYS there for one another and it’s that sort of thing where ‘no one talks shit about my best friend except for me!!!’ i’d imagine najila told them about the abortion but nowadays tries to pretend like she’s fine and nothing ever happened.

would-be baby daddy (m/nb): could be a fwb, one night stand, ex boyfriend, wHATEVER the point is najila didn’t say anything about the pregnancy and feels incredibly guilty just looking at them and there’s bound to be lotsa drama when it gets out.

frenemies (m/f/nb): because with this combination of nice and bitchy there’s bound to be a lot of those!!!

party friends (m/f/nb): najila is a great party buddy cause she’ll stay up until 6 am, pay for ur drinks, and knows just the right amount of drugs you can take in order to get fucked up but not die!

sibling like relationship (f/nb): tbh i’d love this to be a younger delta zeta girl who najila just full on adopted and is probably grooming to become sorority president in the future. acts like their mother and would ruin anyone who tried to hurt them. 

rival (f/m/nb): please i NEED a spicy rivalry !! probably someone who sees right through najila’s bullshit and thinks she’s a two faced bitch who doesn’t deserve all the credit she gets. she will definitely throw a lot of shade and spread nasty rumours so beware !!!!!

exes (f/m/nb): there’s so much we can explore here !!! naj is bisexual but is closeted af (type of girl who says kissing other girls at parties doesn’t count!!!!) so tbh i’d love a girl who she truly loved but wouldn’t assume her so it was a dramatic breakup through and through. but tbh she’s the type of girl who seems to always be dating so ??? exes who are still friends, exes who still hookup, exes who can’t even look at each other, i want them all

and honestly anything else we can come up with bc some of the best connections come from brainstorming anyway !! that is all !!! ily pls plot with me goodbye 

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A/N: Dezzy: Hey everyone! We're back with another OS! Technically, according to the request, it is a kind of part 2 of Nice Boys, similar scenario but with Tae and Kookie. This is actually the first thing on here that Sunnie and I have written together, so we're really excited to share it with you. Little mix up when it was posted, but it should be all fixed now. We hope you like it!

Sunnie: Hey Everybody, we're finally uploading this little baby. I must say we had a lot of fun writing this so I really hope you'll love it as much as you loved Nice Boys. This OS was born from an Request so thanks to @pillowiestar for requesting it. Dezzy pretty much explained everything so the only thing I can add from my side is that I also hope you'll like it. And thanks for reading it.

Word Count: 7,568

Warnings: Sub/Dom themes, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, squirting, face riding, lotsa dirty talk, slight impreg kink at the end, bondage, dp, threesome

Summary: When your neighbors get too rowdy late at night you decide to go over to teach them a lesson, but it seems that they don't want to play games anymore.

You bury your head under your pillow again as your neighbors let out the next cry of victory. Rather, it was Taehyung's shout of joy while Jungkook complained loudly about the lost round. This has been going on for 2 hours now. You could always say exactly when a round was finished because of the volume penetrating to you and because of the thin new building walls you could also say with 95% accuracy who had won. Frustrated you rub your temples and crawl completely under your blanket. The two young men had been living next to you for 2 years. In the beginning they had also been quite nice, but that had changed quite a bit over time. They hadn't necessarily become more unfriendly, because you could still see them hauling the old lady's shopping around on floor 6, but they had become much more ruthless towards your sleep rhythm. The fact that you involuntarily witnessed their extended gaming nights made your opinion of them a little worse. You were slowly getting the impression that the two of them were really doing nothing but spending all their time gaming. Very rarely did you see them outside their apartment. The only evidence that they were still alive was the daily ringing delivery service and the nightly noise nuisance. With a unnerved groan you flip your blanket back and crawl out of your bed again to give yet another warning to your neighbours. It rarely helped and usually only for a short time, but it was definitely better than nothing. So perhaps you were granted a few hours of sleep. Besides, hope dies last, as you know. You simply leave your door open as you shuffle to the neighbouring door and let out your accumulated frustration at the innocent apartment door. It took a moment until someone finally opens the door for you, before you turned it into firewood. A young man with messy grey hair appears in the door frame. Taehyung. >>What gives us the honour at such a late hour? << he asks and gives you one of his boxy smiles, which he almost always seemed to wear on his lips. >>Your less well-off and atrophied brain cells, your apparent deafness and the obvious inability to read the clock give you the honor. Hard to believe, but there are actually people who can't sleep late tomorrow morning, but have to get out relatively early. It really can't be that hard to be a little considerate, can it? << you snap at him and pull up an eyebrow accusingly. Your counterpart looks at you a little surprised. >>What is it? You can be loud otherwise? Have you suddenly lost your voice? << you mock while you cross your arms in front of your chest.

>>Want me to repeat it very slowly? Or do you prefer to have it spelled right away? Would it be more understandable then? << you poke a little farther when you hear a snort from behind the young Korean. Not a second later his roommate appears behind him. Jungkook was the younger of the two, that's how much you had picked up at some point. >>Where is the problem again? << he asks and reaps another incredulous snort from you as he peers over Taehyung's shoulder. Just as you're about to answer, the gray-haired one seems to have found his voice again. >>We are too loud for her. << he said slightly dramatically, which only made you feel more angry. >>Once again. << Jungkook noticed with a crooked grin and shrugged his shoulders. Outraged you gasp for air. >>The 'once again' should definitely make you think by now. Also this should be the last time I have to come over to complain. Next time I'll initiate further steps. I am so sick of it. Contrary to yours, my synapses don't wither through looking at the constantly flickering screens. Apart from that, I can give you another helpful advice: << you say and glare angrily at the two young men. >>Have you ever heard of hearing aids? They are small inconspicuous things that you put in your ear and they are not so expensive. Then you don't have to yell at each other like that to communicate with each other. Maybe you should seriously consider a purchase. << With that you turn around, go back to your apartment and slam the door behind you into the lock. Now that you've been able to vent your anger, it's slowly being overshadowed again by the re-emerging fatigue. You yawn heartily and shuffle back to your bed. When you get there, you fall face first back into the soft pillows. Fortunately, it doesn't take long until you finally fall asleep without a new disturbance.

The next days passed surprisingly without further significant disturbances. Not that you would complain about this development in any way. One evening you had to knock against the wall to put an end to the reappearing volume, but this action was crowned with success, because it had led to the desired silence without resistance.From time to time you've even seen your annoying neighbours outside their gamer's den. This gave rise to some hope that they would do something about the degeneration of their brain cells or at least try to prevent further damage.You, on the other hand, spent the rest of your time learning. The finals were just a few days away and you weren't ready to beat them up just because of the constant noise pollution. Meanwhile there were only two days left until the finals, after that you had finished this semester successfully. Inside you hadn't completely given up hope that the two young men were also distracted by their finals and therefore refrained from screaming at night.

A glance at the clock tells you that it was already 1am. Sighing, you get up from your place at your desk, which had served you as a sleeping place during the last nights, sometimes even involuntarily, and you stagger, rubbing your throbbing temples, towards your bed. Once there, you drop on the mattress with a tired groan and want to make yourself comfortable between your pillows when all your hopes for another quiet night have been dashed. Again. Sometimes you regret moving into this apartment. Since the entire residential complex was a new building, apparently not much value had been placed on thick walls. Unfortunately, this apartment was one of the few affordable ones for your budget. So you had no choice but to complain for the second time this week.

You're exhaling a completely unnerved sound, you get back on your feet and almost storm out of your apartment. Because of your persistent headache, you had even less patience for the two of them. You press the little bell button extremely vigorously while leaving out any accumulated frustration at the innocent door. >>Is someone finally going to open the door? I know you're there. After all, you can’t be overheard. << you grumble at the door. The next blow, which had actually been very unerringly aimed at the door, hit Jungkook's chest with full force when he suddenly opens the door. >>Ouch...<< he sulks at you and rubs the sore spot. >>Stop complaining. That's nothing compared to your noise nuisance. << you hiss and push yourself effortlessly past him, taking advantage of the fact that you took him completely by surprise. He needed a moment to realize that you had just pushed yourself into the apartment. >>Hey, what is this now? You can't just walk in here as you like. That's trespassing. << His statement only elicits an angry snort. >>You just witnessed how I can. Also what you do is noise nuissance, which is by the way not better at all. What do you want to do now? Pull me out by my hair again? << you ask provocatively as you make your way to the living room. Fortunately, this apartment was built just like yours, so you have no problems finding it.

>>Now you've definitely gone too far. A little rest is really not too much to ask for, is it? Just a little bit of silence... << In the living room you finally find a Taehyung who is also surprised. He is sitting cross-legged on the sofa and looks at you with big eyes while the gamepad seems frozen in his hands. Jungkook had stopped in the door frame, probably to block your escape route. However, this one was just of the slightest interest to you. You're looking for something else. Both men were once again dressed in loose sweaters and sweatpants. That's what happened when you had the number of the delivery service on speed dial. Other sports than gaming were probably not considered by either of the two young Koreans. It was a shame, actually, if you thought about it more carefully, because they have pretty faces.

You need a second to find what you were looking for. When you found it, a gloating smile creeps on your lips. You reach behind the TV and pull out all the plugs from the power strip behind it. With the connector strip in your hand, you turn around to the two men again. >>I will take my finals in two days. No, it’s already tomorrow. For days I have been doing nothing besides learning. From morning to evening. As soon as I come home from university, I sit down at my desk and learn. All I need to get some rest in between is my fucking sleep, which I can't get because you two totally ruthless idiots just won't let me. << Angry you look at your neighbors. Taehyung had meanwhile placed the gamepad next to him and was now sitting on the sofa in front of you with slightly spread legs. Jungkook had leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed in front of his chest and looked at you blank. Their much too relaxed reactions only made you more furious, which is why you almost screamed the next words. >>Silence! That’s all I demand. I’m not askng for more. Just a little bit of silence! What is so difficult to understand about it? << The question hangs in the room for a moment. You look back and forth between the two men while your fingers tightly enclose the connector strip.

Before you talk any further, you take a deep breath to stop yelling. >>That's why I'm taking this with me now. So that I get at least a little of the peace and quiet that you ruthless Neanderthals deny me. << frustration follows rage afterwards, which is why you don't even notice how your voice moderates again and now sounds less angry, but completely frustrated and overworked. >>You can pick them up after I’m done with my finals. I just have an immense headache and wish for nothing more than a little sleep before I go on learning. If you would do anything else sometime except sit on the sofa all day and play video games, you might understand. Or maybe you are looking for another hobby or directly a girlfriend. << You can see Jungkook raising an eyebrow slightly mockingly and Taehyung's corners of his mouth curling slightly upwards as you continue speaking. >>A little of dick wetting can do wonders against accumulated frustration. In those two years, the only women I've ever seen here were your mothers. And that's a pretty devastating balance. << Now Taehyung has raised both eyebrows and looks at you amused. But you don't let yourself be distracted anymore and just keep talking. >>But a little advice. Women can only be found out there. They don't come flown into virgin caves on their own to guys who don't even know how to operate a stove, let alone hide under tent sized clothes instead of doing something for themselves. << Innocently you shrug your shoulders. The two men don't look at you anymore, but look at each other, pregnant with meaning, which you can't interpret. >>Good night to you then. << you say briefly tied up and want to leave the living room. But Jungkook didn't move an inch.

"Get out of my way, kid." You grumble, pushing against his chest with your hand, and his torso feels unexpectedly built under your fingertips. He only smirks in response, still not budging. "You really think you can trespass on our property, steal our stuff, and we'd actually let you leave with it?" He chuckles. You feel a presence behind you, and suddenly the strip in your grasp is snatched away, Taehyung proudly waving it around before putting it back in it's rightful place.

"I think all that studying must've gotten to her head, Kookie. She's not thinking properly." Taehyung calls back as he plugs everything back in. "I think you're right. You said you had a headache too, Y/N? Well, as a medical student I know one thing that could get rid of that for you." Jungkook smiles, lifting his hand to cup your cheek, but you smack it away. "Medical student my ass. You never step foot out of this flat, I highly doubt you even attend classes." You scoff, crossing your arms. "He's right though. He's a med student and I'm an educational student. He's gonna be a doctor and I'll be a teacher." Taehyung chimes in, drawing your attention to him.

You laugh loudly, both of them cocking their eyebrows at you. "There is no way that your lack of braincells could handle all of that. Being a doctor and a teacher require hours of studying, which you two clearly don't do since all I hear through these thin walls is you screaming over your stupid games." You smile, still calming down from your laughing fit. "You know, it's really rude to barge in and ridicule us on our passions." Taehyung pouts. "And do you really think we don't get girls?" Jungkook asks, and you nod in response. "I never see any girls come in or out of that door." You reason, and they both laugh. "We don't bring them over here, we go to their place, because we know how thin these walls are thanks to your late night self love sessions." Your smile drops, Taehyung's words sending a chill down your spine. They've heard you? They know what you do on lonely, drunk nights?

"I have to say, your sounds are so sweet, we've been dying to hear them ourselves, calling out our names instead of 'Matt Bomer! Oh my god, Matt'!" He mimics your sounds of pleasure, making your cheeks heat up. "Also, he's gay, you know that, right sweetheart?" Jungkook asks. "That's not the point! He's still a lot hotter than you two ever could be even if you did work out and all that kind of stuff!" You cry, completely flustered. "Whatever you say, darling. The point I'm making is that we're not the losers you think we are and we'd appreciate it if you could keep all of your snide comments and rude remarks to yourself from now on, or we're gonna have to teach you a lesson." Taehyung smirks, throwing his arm around Jungkook's shoulders.

"Teach me a lesson? Really? Don't use that teacher bullshit on me. You guys are a fucking joke. Please move so I can go home and maybe get a few hours of rest?" You ask, stepping up to them, but they stay motionless. "That's actually gonna be a no go, sweetheart." Jungkook says, stepping forward and taking your chin between his fingers, tilting it up so you look him in the eyes. You don't know why, but it's like his presence, the close proximity to him, his actions, everything about this moment has your confidence from before draining out of your body. "I think you need to be a little nicer to us. You said a lot of things about us that are wrong. Why don't we prove her wrong, Tae?" Jungkook asks, looking back at the older male.

The two look at you, their eyes dark, a tint of something almost animalistic, as if they were hungry lions and you were just a small antelope with no chance of surviving. "I think that's a great idea." Taehyung nods in agreement. "What should we prove wrong first? She said we're deaf, we're virgins, we're stupid, out of shape, the list goes on." He rambles. "Maybe we should prove how in shape we are first. What do you say, baby?" Jungkook suggests, grabbing your hand. He guides it under his shirt, your fingers gliding over his hot skin, and to your surprise, it's fairly tough, your hand gliding over the small ridges of his abs, a small gasp escaping his lips as he closes his eyes at the sensation. You bite your lip, embarrassed at how weak you're getting. You always figured they were out of shape, maybe even a bit chunky since all they wore were baggy clothes, but now that you're feeling it for yourself, you desperately wish to see it.

You don't even realize that he's pulled his hand away, your hand still running over his skin, until both of his hands are rested on your hips. He steps a bit closer, walking you backwards a bit until your back hits something warm, another set of arms wrapping around you. Taehyung pulls you close to him, leaning forward, his hot breath fanning over your shoulder. You're so confused by this turn of events that you open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. "What is it, Y/N?" Taehyung whispers, his lips ghosting over your skin. "Have you suddenly lost your voice?" He smirks before he kisses your neck. You haven't felt this in a long time, and even though it's your annoying neighbor doing it, you can't help but enjoy it, your eyes closing as your head tilts to the side, giving him more access.

As you relish in the feeling of Taehyung's lips, your breath is taken away by Jungkook's lips crashing onto yours, swallowing your gasp of surprise. You close your eyes, moving to wrap your arms around his neck, giving into them completely. Taehyung's hands move up your torso, cupping your breasts, your back arching involentarily, making your ass press against him. He growls into your skin, teeth grazing against you, which makes you moan into Jungkook's mouth. You haven't been touched like this in so long, it's embarrassing how wet you are already. Taehyung fondles your breasts as Jungkook takes your bottom lip between his teeth, your mouth opening for him.

Jungkook groans as your fingers tangle is his hair, Taehyung grinding against you, and you feel him growing hard against you, Jungkook's own hard on pressing against your thigh. Is this really happening? All you wanted was some decent sleep, yet here you are, sandwiched between your noisy neighbors, letting them ravish you. You definitely weren't expecting this, but you aren't complaining. In fact, you pout when Jungkook pulls away from you, smirking. "I think she's enjoying it, Tae." He says breathily, the older male humming against your neck. "Her cheeks are so pink, it's adorable." He smiles, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from it. "I bet she's wet too. Isn't that right, baby? Mind if I feel?" He tilts his head, and you only whimper in response. "I need a straightforward answer, Y/N. Use your words. Yes or no." He says. "Y-Yes. P-Please." You stutter, much to his amusement. "Good girl."

Jungkook's hand slides lower on your body, cupping your heat through your pajama shorts. As you moan softly, Taehyung decides to try and steal your attention, sucking on your neck harshly, and you're sure it's gonna leave a mark. You don't know who to focus on, but Jungkook makes the decision for you, his hand dipping under your waistband, the feeling of his bare fingers tracing over your slit has you bucking your hips. "Holy crap, how are you this wet already? All we've done is kiss you." He chuckles, truly astonished. "Tae, you gotta feel this."

You whimper as Jungkook's hand leaves you, but it's quickly replaced by Taehyung's, who hums against your neck. "Fuck, such a good girl, so wet for us. What is it, have you actually thought about this happening? Have we ever been on your mind when you played with yourself? I'm not gonna lie, we've thought about you. I know I walked in on Kookie moaning your name while he stroked himself. I think it was one of those nights you were screaming. Isn't that right, Jungkook?" Taehyung's deep voice rings through your ears, his finger tracing large, slow circles around your sensitive bud. You look at Jungkook through hooded lids expectantly. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I couldn't help myself. Your moans just sounded too good, I had to picture that it was me helping you, me making you scream." Jungkook admits, his confession driving you crazy. How many times has he thought of you while rubbing one out? How many times had Taehyung? If you could, would you have come over sooner, making your dirtiest secret a reality?

You've thought about it sure, once or twice, regretfully. You couldn't help it. But to know that they've thought about it to, getting off to the thought of you, it drives you absolutely insane. You push back against Taehyung, grinding on him as your hand traces down, palming Jungkook through his baggy sweatpants, the sweetest, softest sound falling from their lips. "Dirty girl. You wanna touch us? You feel the problem you caused us? I think it's your responsibility to take care of them." Taehyung growls, taking his hand out of your panties and holding it in front of your face. "Open up, sweetheart." He whispers, and you do as he says, opening your mouth for him. He pops his finger into your mouth, your lips wrapping around the digit and your tongue swirling around it, tasting yourself. He moans, Jungkook leaning forward to place soft kisses in your shoulder. "Why don't you put that slutty little mouth of yours to good use, darling? I think it'd do a lot better wrapped around our cocks than talking shit about us." Taehyung chuckles.

The three of you round the couch, the boys sitting down on the couch, looking up at you expectantly as you standing before them. "Well, what are you waiting for, baby? Be a good girl for us and get on your knees." Jungkook smirks cockily at you, sending your heart aflutter. You do as he says, dropping to your knees and kneeling on the ground in front of them. As your eyes scan over the tents in their sweatpants you lick your lips, eager to get to work. You move closer, your hands reaching out to palm both of them through the fabric, a simultaneous moan sending another wave of need through you. They shift, pulling their pants down enough for their cocks to spring out, and your breath is taken away. Taehyung's is longer and thicker, but Jungkook's is pretty with a nice little curve to it. You desperately want them in you, but you know you have to give them something first.

You spit into your hand, their eyes widening at the lewd action, before you bring your hand to Taehyung's length, a deep sigh spilling from his soft lips as you wrap your hand around him, pumping him slowly as you grab hold of Jungkook's. As you get closer to him, his breath starts quickening, the excitement of finally being able to see your pretty lips around him making him slightly nervous. Your tongue pokes out, flicking over his tip as you make eye contact with him, a shiver running through his body. Inch by inch you take him into your mouth, bobbing on him while continuing to pump Taehyung, whose long fingers are tangling in your hair, guiding you on Jungkook's cock. When he hits the back of your throat you gag, a loud moan ringing out from him as your throat contracts around him. You suck it up, tears filling your eyes as you continue to take him in as much as you can, wanting to hear as many of his moans as you can. "Y/N, fuck. Tae, I'm not gonna last long." Jungkook whimpers, his hips moving instinctively as he slowly thrusts into your mouth.

"It's okay, Kookie. Are you getting close? You wanna cum?" Taehyung cooes, brushing Jungkook's hair out of his face. "Y-Yes. Oh fuck. Baby, keep going like that, please." Jungkook begs you, and you happily comply, even picking up the pace. You moan around him, his thighs shaking under your grasp. At this point you've kind of forgotten about pumping Taehyung, knowing you'll make it up to him, but you're too focused on how fucked out Jungkook looks already. His head leaning against the back of the couch, lips parted, eyes shut tight, face flushed, and knuckles turning white as he grips the edge of the couch.

A string of incomprehensible sounds tumbles from his mouth along with loud whines and moans. "Y/N, baby, oh god." He whimpers, his legs trembling. You swirl your tongue around him, your drool spilling from your mouth, lewd slurping sounds echoing off the walls, but you don't care. The only thing you care about in this moment is driving him over the edge, and with one more flick of your tongue, that's exactly what you do, his salty cum filling your mouth, and you swallow every drop.

"What a good girl. I think she deserves a reward, don't you think, Kookie?" Taehyung asks, brushing your hair out of your face. Jungkook nods, his face still flushed. "Why don't you get on the floor, Jungkook, and lay down. Sweetheart, your knees might hurt a bit, but I promise we'll make it up to you." Taehyung orders, Jungkook laying down on the plush carpet. "Now Y/N, stand up for a moment." He says, standing up. You rise to meet him, anxious to find out what he's going to command next. The way he's taking control over the situation, even telling Jungkook what to do, has you dripping. His fingers grip the hem of your shirt, peeling it off your body, next off is your bra, his eyes lingering over your bare breasts before kneeling before you, his skin fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts and panties. He kisses your stomach as he slides the material down your legs, letting them pool onto the floor as he admires you.

You start to feel nervous under their gaze, rocking on your heels anxiously. "Fuck, you're more beautiful than I dreamed. I can't wait until we make you ours. But first-" Taehyung says, standing up. His large hand reaches around your body, gripping the supple flesh of your ass. His thumb runs over your soft lips, his tongue running over his own. "I wanna feel what Jungkook felt. I wanna know how good your slutty mouth is for myself. Now, kneel above Jungkook's face and open your mouth for Daddy. Understand?" He whispers, the nickname making you shudder. You nod, but that doesn't seem to be enough for him. "Say it, sweetheart. Use your words." He cooes, a soft whimper coming from Jungkook on the floor. "Yes, Daddy." You nod, a low groan coming from his throat. "Good girl. Now get on your knees for us."

You comply, standing over Jungkook and sinking to your knees, his hands rubbing your thighs soothingly. Taehyung stands in front of you, and you realize why he chose to do this. With Jungkook on the floor beneath you and Taehyung standing in front of you, if you sit up straight your face is level with Taehyung's cock. You gasp as you feel cool air blown onto your core, gripping onto Taehyung's thighs for support as your legs shake. "So sensitive. Tell us, baby, when's the last time someone else touched you." Jungkook says, his finger tracing over your slit as he watches it glisten with your slick. "Uh, I think, I think it was my l-last boyfriend, Hoseok." You stutter, trying really hard to remember. "And how long ago was that?" "Maybe four months ago?" You recall the last time you slept with him, the night you broke up. "That's too long, baby. You should've come to us sooner. We would've gladly helped you out. I promise we're gonna treat you right. Plus, we're gonna make sure your perception of us changes." Jungkook says.

With that last thought, Jungkook wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you down onto his mouth as he flattens his tongue onto you, licking up your slit. "Oh fuck." You whine, gripping onto Taehyung's sweatpants. "Come on, sweetheart, open up for me." He cooes, holding his throbbing cock in his hand. As Jungkook's tongue dips past your folds, flicking against your clit, your thighs tremble in his grasp as your mouth hangs open, Taehyung taking the opportunity to slide into your mouth, your moan sending a vibration through him. "Jesus fuck, sweetheart. No wonder Kookie came so fast." He groans. "Just keep your mouth open for me. You don't need to do anything. Just let me fuck your mouth while Jungkook tongue fucks you." You hum in approval around him as his hips move slowly, thrusting himself deeper into your mouth.

Jungkook's mouth works on you, alternating between sucking on your clit and burying his tongue into your hole, the wet muscle wiggling around and making you moan around Taehyung's cock. Taehyung holds your hair, keeping you in place as he fucks himself into your mouth, groaning deeply each time he goes too far, making you gag around him. Your hips move against Jungkook, his nose nudging against your bud each time you grind against him, sending a new wave of pleasure through you. You're embarrassed at how close you are to cumming, but you can't really focus on caring, only focusing on taking Taehyung and feeling Jungkook. One of your hands rested on Taehyung's thigh as your other tangled in Jungkook's hair, tugging gently each time he did something right, making him moan and send vibrations straight through you.

"Fuck sweetheart, you swallow my cock so well. It feels so good." Taehyung moans, and you look up at him, making eye contact. "How can you look so innocent with a cock in your mouth? You're so perfect, sweetheart, I can't wait to fill up that pretty pussy of yours and- fuck- and fi-ll it up all nice with- our- shit-" Taehyung's sentence breaks up, his voice cracking as his thrusts get sloppy, doubling over as he spills into your mouth. He tastes a bit sweet thank Jungkook, but it seems like there's a bit more for some reason. Once he pulls out you swallow, and once your mouth is empty you moan loudly as Jungkook fervently laps at your clit.

Taehyung kneels down to your level, and you instantly wrap your arms around him as you grind against Jungkook. He holds onto you, kissing your face and your neck as you moan for them. "You sound heavenly, sweetheart. Is Kookie doing a good job? Are you gonna cum all over his tongue soon?" He cooes, his hands roaming over your body. You nod, feeling the end rapidly approaching. "J-Jun-ko-mmm-" You whine, your body trembling. Taehyung bites down on your neck as Jungkook sucks on your clit harshly, sending you over the edge.

Jungkook gathers every little bit on his tongue, reveling in your sweet taste before patting your thigh. Taehyung hears it, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up to stand. Jungkook gets up, standing behind you. He grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him and before you know it, his lips coming crashing down onto yours, his tongue immediately sliding into your mouth, and you can taste your essence. You've never been kissed with such hunger and need before, you moan into his mouth as you enjoy the feeling of really being needed and wanted.

"Sweetheart, why don't you go to my room and wait for us on the bed? It's the room on the left. I want you to lay down on your back with your legs spread nice and pretty, with your arms above your head. Got it?" Taehyung whispers in your ear. Jungkook pulls away from you, leaving you breathless. You nod, excitedly bounding to the room you were instructed. Taehyung and Jungkook watch as your hips sway, groaning simultaneously at how much they wanted you.

You climb onto the bed, laying how Taehyung instructed, wondering what they have in store for you. You wait anxiously, the thought of what could happen making you aroused again. They finally appear in the doorway, Jungkook's hands behind his back. "Look at that, Jungkook. She's so obedient for us already. All spread out for us." They stalk towards the bed, Taehyung by your lower half and Jungkook up by your head. Taehyung moves so he's sitting between your legs, your knees resting on his thighs. His hands run along your thighs, the gentle touch making you squirm. "What is it, sweetheart? Already horny again? After Jungkook just made you cum? Such a greedy little slut you are. Don't worry, you'll get what you need. Jungkook, go ahead." Taehyung hums, and you raise your eyebrow in confusion. You feel something wrap around your wrists, binding them together tightly. You try to pull them apart, but you can't, your struggle useless.

"So pretty." Taehyung cooes, his finger tracing over your slit, sending a shiver through you. "If we're gonna make you ours, we have to prepare you." He smirks, slipping a finger inside of you. You clench around him, having something inside of you feeling amazing. He quickly adds a second finger, pumping in and out. As his fingers work on you, Jungkook's hand runs from your shoulder to your breast, rubbing it gently. "Y/N, how many fingers have you taken before?" Taehyung asks. "Ah, um, two." You reply. "Well, how about we try three then?" He smirks, adding another finger inside of you. You gasp, the stretch heavenly. He curls them inside of you, his long fingers reaching deep inside of you, the heel of his palm grinding against your previously ignored clit.

"You know, you complained about how we plays games all the time, but do you realize how much gaming helps in situations like this?" Jungkook chimes in. "You see, with all the controls, our fingers have to move fast." At those words, Taehyung's fingers move faster inside of you. "Also, each hand is moving simultaneously, so it's easy to do more than one thing at a time." Taehyung's other hand moves closer, his thumb pressing down onto your clit, your body jolting at the direct contact.

The stretch of his fingers combined with his thumb working on you drives you over the edge faster than you care to admit, your walls squeezing his fingers, but he doesn't stop after helping you ride out your high. You whine loudly at the overstimulation, his hands possibly moving even faster. You gasp and shake your head, your toes curling and your legs spasming uncontrollably. "No no no no-mmmm-no no." You whimper, a tear rolling down your cheek. "No? You don't want this? I think you do, sweetheart. Just one more, come on. Cum all over Daddy's fingers just one more time." Taehyung growls. "D-Da-ddy! Fuck fuck fuuu-" You cry out, desperately wishing to grip onto something. Jungkook reaches down, pushing down just above your pelvis, and your vision goes white, screaming as you're taken over by pleasure.

This time Taehyung stops, a warm wetness covering your lower half. "No fucking way. It actually worked." Jungkook says breathily. You catch your breath, finally able to look down at what happened. You see Taehyung sitting there, breathing heavily with a devious smirk on his face, his sweater and pants soaked. "You ever squirt before, sweetheart?" He smiles. You shake your head, closing your eyes and laying your head back. "Well, then I guess that makes us special." Taehyung teases.

Both of them get up, and you watch as they strip from their clothes. You lick your lips, surprised by how built they both are. You felt Jungkook's body, but now seeing both of them standing before you, you wonder how they got like that. "We do leave our house, you know. We have gym memberships." Jungkook smirks, noticing your stare. You think about that for a moment, how sexy they'd look, all sweaty. "Baby, you think you can stand up for a minute?" Taehyung asks. You try, your legs wobbling, and Jungkook catches you. "I don't think so." He chuckles. "Well then, I guess we'll just have to hold her up." Taehyung smirks.

After some awkward shuffling, giggles, and slips, you're all situated so Taehyung is laying on the bed, holding onto your legs, and Jungkook stands in front of you, also holding onto you, keeping you hovered over Taehyung's standing cock. "Tae, I've got a hold of her. You're gonna have to help me, ugh-" "Don't worry, Kookie. No homo, right?" Taehyung chuckles. You wonder what they're talking about, but you realize when Jungkook gasps, and realize Taehyung is guiding Jungkook's length to line up with your entrance. He pushes into you, both of you moaning together as relief floods over you.

"How is it, Kookie?" Taehyung asks. "So- so so so fucking good." Jungkook moans, his head falling to rest against your shoulder. "Perfect. Alright, Y/N, this may hurt a little bit, but we'll go slow so you can get used to it. You ready?" Taehyung's hand rubs over your back soothingly. "P-Please. Just do it. I want it." You squeak, much to his surprise. "You want it that bad, huh? You want both of us to fill you up? How bad do you want it, baby. Tell Daddy how much you want it." As Taehyung talks, Jungkook stays still, relishing in the warm feeling of you pussy pulsing around him. Taehyung grabs his cock, nudging where you and Jungkook are connected. "So bad, Daddy. Please. I want it so bad." You beg.

Your arms fly around Jungkook's neck, wrists still tied together, as Taehyung pushes into you. He was right, it hurts a bit, stretching you out more than you've ever been before. You cry out, Jungkook shushing you. "Sh, hey, hey, sweetheart, look at me." He cooes. You look at him with tear filled eyes, breaking his heart. "It's okay, princess. I promise it'll get better. You're so good for us. We'll take care of you." Jungkook whispers soothingly to you, kissing your tears away. Once Taehyung is all the way in, all three of you sit there, not moving, them allowing you to get used to it. Taehyung rubs your back as Jungkook peppers your face with tender kisses.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Taehyung asks. You nod, still holding on to Jungkook tightly. "Jungkook." You whisper. "Yes, baby, what is it?" He asks, nudging your nose with his. "Please take this off. I don't want this on anymore. Please." You beg, moving your arms to show him what you mean and grabbing Taehyung's attention. "Kookie, untie her." He says, and Jungkook nods, reaching behind him and untying it with one hand expertly. As soon as you're freed you grab onto Jungkook, holding him tightly with one hand tangled in his hair. "You know, we probably should've done that before we got into this position." Jungkook chuckles. "Dude, we never think ahead." Taehyung responds and you giggle softly, shaking your head.

"Alright, I think I'm good." You nod, biting your lip. "You sure?" Jungkook asks, and you nod again. "Alright. I'm moving then." Jungkook says. The feeling of him sliding out of you, while you're still full of Taehyung, is completely indescribable. You moan softly and you feel him rub against your walls, the sweetest moan ringing through your ears from him. As he pushes back in, Taehyung pulls out, starting an unspoken synchronization that has you moaning uncontrollably, gripping onto Jungkook as right as you can as they bounce you on their cocks.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You're squeezing around us so well. You like it when we fuck you like this? Stretching out your pretty little pussy?" Taehyung growls from behind you. "Yes! Yes I fucking love it!" You cry, your breath quickening. "That's our little cock slut. Such a good girl for us. Now, do you take back everything you said about us?" He asks. "Fuck, yes! I'm sorry!" You shout, burying your face in Jungkook's neck. "Good girl. Such a good girl for Daddy and Kookie." Taehyung hums.

You start to place hot, open mouthed kissed on Jungkook's neck, nipping at it softly, and it's like that flipped a switch for him. "Fuck it, Tae, hold her. I need her to cum right now." Jungkook grunts. Taehyung takes hold of your leg as Jungkook frees one of his arms, bringing it lower. "Wha-ah!" You moan, his fingertips pressing harshly into your clit. "Oh man, holy shit!" Jungkook gasps, the pressure from his fingers making you clench around them. "Shit, Kook, keep doing that." Taehyung growls, both of them still thrusting in and out of you. "You look so good like this, baby. You're so lost in pleasure, I bet you won't even remember your name after this, huh? But you'll remember ours. Say our names, baby girl. Tell everyone in the building whose fucking you so well, stretching your pussy out, whose gonna make you cum so hard we'll have to carry you home tomorrow morning. Say it. Say our names." Jungkook says, leaving you in absolute shock. How the hell did he switch so fast?

"D-Daddy! Jungkook!" You scream out, a pleased smirk on Jungkook's face. "That's right, baby. Now, you wanna cum for us? Be a good girl and give us one more. Squeeze our cocks. Make us fill you up and make you a complete mess. Come on." He cooes, rubbing your clit even faster. "Oh, oh fuck oh fuck fuck fu-" Your cries are interrupted by your own moan, your end hit you like a freight train. "Shit shit shi-it!" Jungkook whimpers, Taehyung only growling as you squeeze around them, setting off their own orgasms. They spill into you, your pussy clenching and milking them for all their worth. They ride out the highs, fucking their cum into you before finally pulling out, laying you down and resting beside you.

"Holy shit." Taehyung breathes, all of you panting. All you can do is smile and nod, completely satisfied. You lay there, wondering if all of that really happened, or if you were actually just sleeping in your apartment. However, the warmth radiating off of the two sweaty men next to you proves it's real, especially as Jungkook turns, facing you and rubbing your thighs soothingly while Taehyung places kisses on your cheek. "Wait." Jungkook gasps, sitting up and looking at you both in shock. "We actually, like, you know. Are you in the pill or anything?" He asks. You didn't even think of that. "Uh, no, I'm not. I'm sorry. I should've thought of that. I'm so sorry." You apologize, feeling stupid. "Sh, no no no, baby, it's not your fault. We should've thought about it to. We're sorry." Jungkook cooes, holding you close to him. "I'm not." Taehyung chimes in, and you both turn to look at him in horror. "Tae, what if she gets pregnant? What's going to happen with all of us?" Jungkook asks. "Then we get a bigger apartment. Honestly, I kinda hope she gets pregnant." Taehyung smiles. "Not gonna lie, impregnation is one of my biggest kinks. Just imagine it, Kookie, her walking around with our babies inside of her. She'd be so beautiful. I mean, just look at her now. All filled with our cum. Look, there's so much it's even dripping out." He's right. You can feel it dripping, you've just ignored it.

Jungkook stays silent, only licking his lips. "And if she does get pregnant, then that just means she'll be ours for sure. What do you say, Y/N? Do you want to be ours?" Taehyung asks, rubbing your cheek. You nod, the idea of being in a relationship with them making you all kinds of excited. "That's great!" He smiles. "Y/N." Jungkook says, catching your attention. "Are you really okay with this?" He asks, and you nod. "I love you so much, Y/N. We love you so much and we're gonna take extra special care of you and appreciate you and all that kinda stuff." Jungkook smiles, placing quick pecks all over your face and neck, making you giggle. "You'll stay with us tonight, right?" Taehyung asks, snuggling up behind you. "Well, I don't think I can really walk home." You giggle. "Well then, I'd say we did a damn good job." He smirks, holding you close. Laying there, cuddled by your noisy neighbors, now lovers, you wonder how so much could've changed in just a few hours. You're not complaining though. Before you drift off to sleep, you imagine how interesting your life will be from now on.

[welllpthisishappening]

The PyeongChang Triple (12/15)

It’s the Olympics. The. Olympics. And Emma’s running out of post-it notes to write schedules and plans on and there are more games and more expectations and not enough time for any of it. She’s fine. Totally. Absolutely. If she could just sleep. Or stop feeling as if her knees are going to give out every time she stands up. Or get Ruby to stop staring at her like that. It’s fine. After all Killian Jones, captain of Team USA, keeps promising it will be.

He’s going to win. Again. At the Olympics. And Killian’s not nervous. Not about that. It’s hockey. He could play hockey in his sleep. Probably. He’s never tried that. But he probably could. And, sure, there are expectations and games and schedules and barely any time for what he wants to actually be doing, but winning a Gold medal isn’t bad. After all, Emma Swan, temporary New York Rangers Olympics team social media manager, keeps promising it will be.

They’re fine. They’re going to win. Together.

Rating: Mature. Swearing, hockey-type violence, lotsa making out. Word Count: 9.9K. Fluff. Kissing. Hockey charades.  AN: This chapter has, quite possibly, my favorite part in this entire stupid mess of hockey words I have written. There is a lot of fluff and a lot of sports feelings and Elsa keeps dropping the phone. Literally. This story would be nothing without @laurnorder​ & @distant-rose​ or you guys for reading and commenting and flailing and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. With added Will Scarlet Instagram updates just for fun at the end.  Also on Ao3 and FF.net

They barely made it back to the ice before puck drop and Ruby muttered something about recent history and repeating themselves and then made a less-than-tactful joke about being late that Emma did her best to completely ignore.

“They kept them on the same line,” Ruby marvelled, resting her forehead against the glass in front of them. Emma glanced at her out of the corner of her eyes, lips twisted as she tried not to worry too much, particularly when the other winger on the Rangers line appeared to be playing keepaway from Killian and Robin.

“What the fuck,” she muttered, standing up a bit straighter. Her hand went to her ring out of instinct, tugging and twisting and dragging it across the chain it was hanging on. She was still holding onto the onesie.

They hadn’t even gotten a bag.

That probably wasn’t doing much to keep this under the radar.

They’d always been absolutely horrible at that.

“Who is that guy?” Ruby asked. “I can’t see a jersey.” She pressed up even higher on her heels, eyes narrowing when they moved the puck back into the zone and Robin was tapping his stick impatiently on the ice. “Oh, shit,” she sighed.

It was a Blackhawks guy – something Mendell and he wouldn't give up the puck. Robin was wide open.

Killian, however, wasn’t.

There were two players in front of him, one of them tapping their stick against the back of his legs and she heard Ruby mumble something that sounded a bit like that’s a fucking penalty, assholes, but Emma didn’t say anything, just watched the shift with frustration seeping through every single inch of her.

They weren’t going to let him get a shot off.

And he wasn’t just playing against the double team – which he could have easily skated out of, no one on that other roster could keep up with him – he was playing against his own team as well.

Goddamn Chicago.

They were back on the bench and Killian looked as angry as he had when Graham scored, but there was something in the set of his shoulders that made Emma certain this was different. And it was impossible for him to notice her – to glance up and meet her gaze in the middle of a goddamn gold medal game, but she was certain it happened anyway.

She was certain he looked up and she smiled when his eyes met hers, hands pressed flat against the boards while she tried to stand as tall as she possibly could.

Her feet had popped out of her shoes.

Killian opened his mouth, leaning forward slightly and he’d absolutely seen her – Robin’s hand finding its way to the front of his jersey so he didn’t actually fall off the bench. Emma’s eyes went wide, trying to figure out what he was yelling at her.

“What is he saying?” Ruby asked softly. Emma didn’t blink, just shrugged slightly and her lungs were starting to burn in protest at the distinct lack of oxygen they were receiving.

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” Emma mumbled and he was yelling now, leaning over Robin’s outstretched hand until he was practically doubled over on the bench. She banged on the boards, frustration working its way out through both of her fists, and she nearly dropped the onesie. “Say it again!” Will had joined the fray now, waving his arms on Killian’s other side like Emma wasn’t staring a hole through the boards to try and figure out what he was asking her.

“Oh my God, Scarlet, jeez, look at him. He looks like he’s playing charades,” Ruby chuckled, but Emma was still punching the glass in front of her. The Canadian goalie was probably going to turn around and demand she stop at some point.

“No, no, that’s exactly what he’s doing,” Emma argued. The ‘Hawks guy was yelling now too, pacing behind the bench with his eyebrows pulled low and, maybe, some steam coming out of his ears and Emma could only imagine what the announcers were saying.

David was probably cackling.

“Playing charades?” Ruby repeated skeptically, pulling her head back when Killian cupped both his gloved hands in front of his mouth like that would make a difference. There were only a few minutes left in overtime and the arena felt like it was shaking, every person on their feet and cheering and shouting Emma couldn't hear herself think.

Will rolled his whole head, shoulders sagging when it became obvious neither Emma nor Ruby could hear what they were yelling, and he tugged off one of his gloves, holding his hand up to his ear like it was a phone.

Emma understood then.

He’d gotten her text messages.

Ruby must have seen Emma’s realization as soon as it landed on her face, mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ as she sighed. And then laughed – loudly.

“We’re going to have to have some kind of talk about his in-game communications,” Ruby muttered. “That’s got to be against the rules somehow.” Emma didn’t listen, just pressed her palms back against the glass and tried to pull herself up so he could see her over the Canadian defense. One of her shoes fell off.

She still couldn’t hear what he was yelling, one leg swung over the boards as he tried to get out for his shift, but it didn’t really matter. Killian stared at her when his skates landed on the ice, eyes wide and blue and just a bit hopeful and Emma nodded, the smile on her face threatening to do permanent damage to her jaw.

“This is gross,” Ruby muttered, but she couldn’t quite make it sound believable. “When mini-Jones makes his and or her appearance in the world, this is the first thing I’m going to tell him and or her. And then him and or her is going to be absolutely embarrassed that his and or her parents were so absolutely, disgustingly in love with each other.” “Matthew,” Emma corrected. “Although I do keep calling him Mattie in my head.” She still had her hands on the glass and her arms were starting to tingle slightly, but she couldn't figure out if that was from holding them up or if her body was trying to find some kind of hormonal balance between bliss and frustration.

They still wouldn’t give Killian the puck.

“Wait, what?” Ruby asked sharply.

Emma didn’t look at her. “Matthew,” she repeated and she appreciated Ruby’s quick intake of breath more than she probably should.

Ruby didn’t say anything else, but Emma saw her hand move quickly, brushing underneath her eyes and her cheeks actually hurt from overuse.

The muscles nearly seized up when she heard it – the wave of noise from the crowd washing over her and her hands fell off the boards with a quiet thump, landing painfully at her side when she realized what happened.

Canada turned the puck over in the neutral zone.

And it had landed on Killian’s stick.

Emma tried to blink and forgot how, just focused on keeping her legs straight and oxygen in her lungs, and something in the back of her mind reminded her to grab her phone and she just barely got Twitter open before Killian skated over the blue line.

It was a better move than the first goal.

She tried not to think of all the reasons for that.

There was a defender in front of him this time, but Emma didn’t think Killian noticed, just juked around the guy and his stick moved so quickly it looked like a blur.

The goalie had no chance – straight over his shoulder and into the back of the goal, knocking against the webbing of the net in what felt slow motion.

“Did we just win a gold medal?” Ruby yelled, head darting around like someone would suddenly appear to challenge the goal or the question. “Holy shit. We just won a gold medal.” Emma didn’t move, just gripped her phone tighter and did her best to make sure that the fabric clutched underneath her arm didn’t actually fall on the floor. Killian lost his stick at some point, thrown in the air in celebration as soon as he landed against the boards and Robin was threatening to crush him.

Will joined the fray half a second later, jumping on top of both of them and Emma’s phone was ringing, phone calls and text messages from New York and Colorado and, probably, the team suite they’d never actually gone back to.

“We won,” Emma muttered, not entirely sure if she was agreeing with Ruby or just trying to convince herself it had actually happened.

“God, that ‘Hawks guy was a dick though, right? Ah, they’re all going to ask about that in post. Jeez, that’s going to be annoying.” Emma laughed softly, trying to keep the phone in her hand steady when the entire Team USA roster jumped over the bench and crashed into the boards. She hoped Henry took pictures of the fans. She should have left more detailed instructions.

They were a pretzel of hockey-player limbs and skates and equipment that was only half staying on as Emma and Ruby pushed their way onto the ice, flashing credentials and trying to keep their balance.

“Man, they’re probably going to build a statue of Cap in front of the league offices now,” Ruby chuckled, nodding when Killian managed to pull himself out of the crowd. “New York boy saves hockey. That’s got a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” Emma couldn’t answer – she didn’t have a chance. And she could, finally, hear him.

“Swan,” Killian shouted, tugging his helmet off as he moved. “Emma!”

“Cheating,” Emma mumbled and Ruby was bordering dangerously close to cackling now, tugging her phone out of her hand and giving her a small push forward.

She couldn’t really run and Emma could only imagine how absurd she looked, trying to keep her feet in her shoes and the onesie in her hand and Killian got ice on her toes when he skidded to a stop in front of her. She thought he’d talk, thought he’d say something or maybe even explain what he’d been trying to shout from the bench, but he didn’t.

She didn’t really give him half a second to breathe.

Emma pushed up, flinging her arms around his neck and one of his hands found its way to her back. The other one landed on her stomach, palm flat against the fabric of her dress when she captured his mouth with hers.

Will whistled – it was absolutely Will – and Emma was dimly aware of Robin muttering something, trying to pull Scarlet away at the same time Ruby promised cameras there was nothing to see here.

She couldn’t stop kissing him, fingers pressed into his hair so she could tug his face back towards hers every time he tried to catch his breath. Killian laughed against her, the ends of his mouth ticking up when Emma started peppering kisses against his cheeks and his jaw and she couldn’t have been making it easy for him to stay upright.

They were, after all, standing on the ice.

“You’ve got to stop moving, love,” Killian muttered. His hand hadn’t moved at all. “We’re going to end up on our backs and that…”

“What?” He swallowed before he spoke, eyes tracing across her face like he was trying to make sure someone didn’t yell surprise at him. “That probably wouldn’t be good for the baby. Right?”

Killian’s voice cracked slightly on the final word and Emma’s whole body tensed at the way he tried to ignore it, the emotion apparent in all five letters, and she nodded again, tracing her thumb against the curve of his jaw.

“Right,” she promised, pulling the other hand down to push the onesie against his chest. “Ruby’s mad you were looking at your phone during intermission.” “It’d be rude just to ignore you, Swan.” “Didn’t you have things to do?” He shook his head quickly, tugging apart her fingers with a reverence that did something very particular to her pulse and his eyes widened for a moment when he realized what she was holding. “How?” Killian asked softly.

“Ruby bought a test,” Emma explained. “And the onesie. I think she’s making some kind of play to be Mattie’s favorite. And, uh, well, I took the test and it was in English and it said yes.” “The test said yes?” “I mean not in so many words.” “What were the words, Swan?” There was an edge of desperation in his question, but his gaze was just as hopeful as it had been when he’d been trying to get her attention in the middle of OT of a gold medal hockey game. And if she didn’t love him more at that moment than she ever had before, it would have been an absolute lie.

“I’m pregnant,” she said. “The test said I’m pregnant.”

Killian yelled, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and tugging her up until both of Emma’s shoes fell on the ice. He couldn’t stop kissing her that time and Emma barely considered the symmetry of that before she did her best not to actually groan in the middle of the ice when Killian’s tongue found her bottom lip.

“Jeez, you can’t do that,” she mumbled and he laughed against her mouth.

“Why not?” “Because then we’ll really end up on our backs and that wouldn’t play well in the tabs. Some kind of international hockey scandal.” “Why, Swan, are you suggesting you’re somehow attracted to me?” Emma smacked at his shoulder and he still hadn’t actually put her down. That was good. She didn’t want to stand on ice. “Idiot,” she mumbled. “You were only supposed to score two goals, you know. Henry and Rol are going to fight over who gets control over that third one.” “Ah, yeah, well, there was an intermission game plan that was the dumbest thing I’d ever heard, so I was trying to prove some kind of point.” “Yeah?” “Yeah,” Killian said. “And, maybe, the third goal wasn't for Henry or Rol.” “No?” Emma asked, fairly certain she knew the answer already. She wanted to hear anyway. “Who for then?” Killian kissed her once before he answered, smile just a bit nervous like he was worried he’d somehow say too much. “Matthew,” he said and every media outlet in the world could have been taking their photo and Emma would have kissed him anyway.

It took forever.

Photos and post-game and questions and Killian was half convinced Ruby was going to strangle The Post reporter who asked what Killian had gotten from his girlfriend on the ice after OT.

Will laughed so hard that Killian barely heard the next question.

He, admittedly, wasn’t paying attention.

“Cap,” Robin said, elbowing him in the side and Killian winced. He’d nearly forgotten how hard he’d hit the boards in the first period. His hand had started to swell up again. “They’re asking you more questions.” “He’s got some other things on his mind,” Will muttered, wrapping his hand over the microphone in front of him so the words didn’t get picked up by the recorders around them. It didn’t really matter. Someone heard anyway.

And promptly asked about it.

“Those other things have anything to do with why your girlfriend was out on the ice, Cap?”

“She looked like she was trying to give you something. Can you give us any idea what it was?” “Jeez, Lucas, relax.”

Ruby moved in front of the podium, practically snarling at the media contingent in front of them and Killian could barely hear her when she hissed no comment into one of their recorders.

Killian reached forward, tugging lightly on the back of Ruby’s blazer and she grumbled when her heel skid across the carpet. “Stand down, Lucas,” he muttered. “We’re all done here, anyway, right?”

She nodded deftly, ignoring the final-moment questions that came from the crowd in front of her. “Yeah, we’re absolutely done here. No comment,” she added one more time, practically stomping out of the room. “You guys, all got that? Stop acting like tabloids.” Killian laughed under his breath, determined to make sure Ruby didn’t actually hear him. It didn’t matter – her glare had shifted to Will as soon as he started promising that he’d battle her somehow for the honor of Matthew Jones.

“Can we just get out of here, please?” Robin asked exasperatedly, groaning slightly when Killian’s phone started making noise in his hand. “Jeez, Cap, silence that thing. And tell Liam he can critique your game later.” “There’s nothing to critique,” Killian argued. “I scored three goals.” Will made a face. “God, we’re never going to hear the end of this. You really failed on this one Locksley, at least if you scored, we wouldn’t have to hear about Cap scoring a goal for his kid for the rest of our human lives.” “Just a little bit dramatic, don’t you think?” “Lucas is trying to steal my thunder as mini-Jones defender. And I couldn't hit anyone all game tonight. I’m not in a mood to be tested.” Ruby glared at him again. “And what exactly could you do to defend Matthew’s honor, huh? You got a lot of pull with the media, Scarlet? Can you keep him out of headlines? Because we’re doing that already. No one’s going to know this kid exists until Cap and Emma decide they want them to.” Will blinked once, mouth falling open under Ruby’s continued stare and Killian shifted uncomfortably on his feet. “Uh,” Robin muttered, taking a step in between Ruby and Will like he was crossing some sort of unspoken truce line. “We might want to change that statement slightly. And you should answer your phone, Cap.” It was still ringing, which all things considered, was pretty impressive. They must have been using two different phones. And he didn’t even need Robin to tell them who it was. Killian sighed softly when he swiped his thumb across the screen, the eyes staring at him already dangerously thin when her face appeared in front of him.

“Hey, El,” Killian muttered, dimly aware of Anna’s screech in the background.

“How come he answered you?” Anna shouted, sprinting into the frame and grabbing the phone out of Elsa’s hand. “What the hell, KJ? I mean you play favorites all the time, but in a moment like this, that just kind of seems like an excessively dick move.” “Is that the technical term for it then? Give the phone back to El, Banana, she looks like she’s going to explode on the edge of the bed.”

Anna muttered several very specific words at him, but she did as he said and Elsa stared impassively at him – features gone decidedly cold after spending most of the afternoon being ignored.

“We were in media,” Killian said, like that somehow explained it all.

“Yu huh,” Elsa hissed. She barely moved her mouth when she spoke and Killian was vaguely aware of a few shifting shadows at the end of the hallway, Henry and Roland’s voices making their way through the space before one of them collided with his side.

“Jeez, mate, relax,” Killian mumbled, reaching his free hand up to brush Roland’s hair back and Elsa gasped loudly.

“KJ is that your hand?” “What?” That wasn’t the question he’d been expecting.

“Ariel said it was fine! She said it was only green and that was good! That looks enormous!” “Is that concern I hear, El?” “Shut up, KJ,” Elsa snapped, but her voice shook just a bit and he backed up until he was resting against the wall, Roland talking a mile a minute against his leg. “Is it really ok?” “It’s fine,” he promised. “Better than.” “Of course it’s fine,” Anna interrupted, grabbing a pillow behind her to rest her chin on as she stared accusingly at the phone. “I mean aside from the three goals.” Killian quirked one eyebrow. “Aside from?”

“You really shouldn’t tell Liam anything.” He rolled his eyes, slinging his arm around Roland’s shoulders so he wouldn’t start yelling at both of his sisters and a conveniently absent from the conversation older brother. That’s what he got for answering his phone.

“What do you two think you know?” he asked and Anna cackled in response, the pillow a forgotten casualty.

Elsa didn’t blink. “You tell me, KJ. I was the one getting ignored all day.” “I had a hockey game to play, El.” “Yeah and there was some time before the hockey game. And after the hockey game.”

“Elsa.” “Oh ho,” she yelled triumphantly and Killian knew he was a lost cause. Anna was still laughing. “If we’re back to Elsa, it must be something big.”

“Did you finally do it, KJ?” Anna cut in, pressing her face into the frame and she was practically jumping with excitement.

Killian tried to be frustrated. He did. He should have been. And years before he probably would have been. But then Emma had shown up and changed everything and there was no reason to be frustrated by a family that, simply, wanted him to be as happy as he absolutely was.

“How?” Elsa asked, not bothering to ask anything else.

“Oh, God, KJ did you ask her on the ice?” Anna groaned as her head fell onto Elsa’s shoulders. And for half a moment he forgot he was in South Korea, forgot he was on the other side of the world and they weren’t sitting in the brownstone living room, grilling him on every single of the choices he was making.

“No,” Killian snapped, half yelling the words. He kind of wished he had. He wished he’d asked her again. Maybe in the car ride back to the hotel. “Of course not.” Anna and Elsa both lowered their eyebrows, respective mouths twisted in confusion. “Wait,” Elsa started slowly. “So, what was going on when she ran onto the ice? Wasn’t she holding something?” Ruby let out a low curse and Killian gaped at her, mind racing to the point and the problem and maybe he was just a bit frustrated after all. “Oh shit,” he whispered. Elsa was still asking questions. “That was on TV?” “I don’t know, Cap,” Ruby admitted, eyes wide and her phone already out. “I’ll take care of it. Right now. This is going to be fine.” Will stood up, crossing his arms tightly over his chest and Ruby didn’t even flinch under his stare. “Lucas, you are stealing my job with mini-Jones again. I don’t appreciate it.”

Elsa dropped the phone. Anna actually jumped on the bed, screaming something that was absolutely not English as Will hissed in his breath, grimacing slightly when he noticed the look on Killian’s face.

“Ah, sorry, Cap,” he mumbled.

Ruby smacked at the back of his head, her other hand still typing out something on her phone. “Yeah, you’re doing a bang-up job, Scarlet.” Killian rolled his eyes, sliding down the wall with all the grace of a mac truck. Elsa picked up the phone as soon as he landed on the floor, mouth hanging open when she met his gaze. “Seriously, KJ?” she asked, any trace of frustration gone from her voice.

She sounded a little stunned.

Killian smiled at her, nodding slowly and Elsa’s hands flew back to her mouth. “Yeah,” he said quietly, glancing away from the screen when he heard heels clicking on the tiled floor. Emma beamed at him, the ring around her neck bouncing up against the front of her dress when she moved.

“Why are you sitting on the floor?” she asked, pushing her toe against the side of his thigh. Her eyes widened slightly when she heard Elsa sniffling and Anna had switched languages at some point. “What is she saying?”

Emma sank down next to him, ignoring his quiet Swan, don’t and he had to strain his ears to actually make out the words. “Uh, I think that’s Portuguese.”

“I take it you don’t speak Portuguese.” “That’s probably why she picked it.” “It absolutely is, KJ,” Anna shouted. “And trust me, you don’t know want to know what I was saying. I can’t believe you didn’t tell us!” Emma glanced at him and Killian grimaced slightly, tugging her against his side and muttering it’s Scarlet's fault against her hair.

“Hey,” Will argued. “It is not my fault. You guys were the ones being all gross on the ice. I’m just here to make sure the internet doesn’t know about Matthew Jones before it’s supposed to. No one believed that thing A sent us anyway.”

Elsa dropped the phone again.

“Jeez, Scarlet,” Emma mumbled, lacing her fingers through Killian’s hand.

There was noise on the other end of the line and the phone fell back to the ground three more times before Elsa finally picked it up, eyes decidedly red and just a bit puffy. Anna bit her lip tightly, tapping her fingers on the side of her jaw like she was trying to work out some residual emotion.

“Killian,” Elsa said slowly and Emma squeezed his hand. She didn’t get another word out before she started crying again, tears falling down her cheeks quickly until she was hiccuping slightly and the phone was shaking.

“Don’t, uh, don’t tell Mr. or Mrs. V yet, ok?” Killian asked. “It’s still super early and we don’t…” “No jinx, you giant weirdo,” Anna said when he couldn’t quite finish the sentence.

“No jinx,” Emma repeated.

They were the last ones to leave the arena, a string of New York Rangers Olympians piling into cars with some kind of plan to take over the lobby of the hotel with takeout food two hours later. And Killian would have to thank Robin at some point, pulling both Henry and Roland into the car with him and Regina.

“Go plan a wedding or something,” Robin said, swinging open the back seat of the car. “Or, you know, tell her about the bet.” Emma lifted her eyebrows questioningly and Killian groaned, hand falling on her back when she climbed into the seat. “It’s nothing, Swan,” he promised. “Just colleges and something about a national championship and bringing glory back to Minnesota.” “Badger, badger, badger,” Robin muttered, saluting once slamming the door shut and Emma was laughing by the time the car pulled away from the arena.

Emma shuffled along the seat, swinging her legs over Killian’s until her head was resting on his chest and he wrapped his around her shoulders tightly.

“Did you bet on where he’d go to college?” she asked, voice not quite even against his jacket, and Killian kissed the top of her head lightly. Of course she figured it out.

“Ah, maybe.” “Maybe?” “Definitely?” Emma’s body shook against his when she laughed, but it didn’t ring totally true and Killian shrugged her up until he could meet her eyes. “What’s the matter, love?” “Nothing.” “Swan.” “Nothing.” “Nuh uh. Once more. He doesn’t actually have to go to Minnesota, you know. Probably better that way, even. Hell, he could play baseball for all I care. As long as he’s happy, it doesn’t really make a difference to me.”

She exhaled loudly, teeth finding her lower lip and Killian wondered what he’d said that she couldn’t quite seem to look at him anymore. “Or….not?” “You bet Locksley on Mattie going to college. One South Korean pregnancy test and you’re planning his whole entire life.”

Emma’s laugh was shaky at best and she still wouldn’t look at him – even when he ducked his head to try and get into her eyeline. “Did you just call him Mattie?” “That’s what I’ve been calling him in my head since you told me you wanted to name a kid Matthew.” Killian hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath, but it all seemed to rush out of him quickly, pushing him back towards Emma and his lips found her forehead before he could even remember that something was, probably, wrong.

“I like it,” he said.

“Yeah?” Emma asked, sounding like she was trying to get confirmation on some kind of media report. “Because, uh, I do too. And we didn’t really talk about it. Not until it was already pretty much happening and now everyone knows and Ruby bought that test and David and Reese’s were there and I just…” “What?” “I didn’t know I wanted this so badly until I had it,” she whispered and Killian got the distinct impression she felt like she was admitting something.

Emma pulled her lips behind her teeth, eyes flashing back up towards him and he couldn’t keep the smile off his face if he tried. He absolutely did not try. He pushed his hand into her hair instead, fingers wrapping around the back of her head and leaned forward slightly, lips just half a breath away from hers.

“Me too, love,” he said.

His shoulders hit up against the seat when Emma surged up towards him, pulling herself flush against his side and it was as desperate as it had been a few hours before puck drop, trying to pour every ounce of emotion either one of them could feel into a single movement and a single moment.

He wasn’t sure it would work, but he’d be damned if he didn’t keep trying – for most of the car ride back to the hotel.

“Do we have to get out?” Emma asked when the car stopped, cheeks flushed and lips just a bit closer to swollen than they probably should have been. “God, your hair is an absolute disaster.”

“I think they’ll be mad if we blow them off again, Swan,” Killian reasoned. “And, maybe, I’ve got something I want to do.” Emma hummed in the back of her throat, confusion coloring her gaze when he pulled them out of the backseat. “Half a plan, love,” he said and there was a cry when they walked into the lobby, a sea of Olympians and fans and a few more cameras. “Left, right, Swan. Head up, eyes front.”

“You sound like you’re giving me marching orders.” “Nah, just trying to follow through with the schedule here.”

“I thought there was only half a plan,” Emma countered, one side of her mouth tugged up into a slightly skeptical smile.

“That doesn’t mean there shouldn’t be some kind of attempt at a schedule. We should have done it this way from the very beginning anyway.” Emma’s eyebrows moved up her forehead quickly, but she didn’t miss a step, even when they weaved their way towards the front desk. It took her three and a half seconds to understand.

“Smart,” Killian muttered, nodding when a hotel worker appeared in front of him. He tried not to look impatient when they started congratulating him on the goals and the win and the Rangers Olympic contingent was already shouting in the background, screaming about the ever decreasing temperature of the food they’d bought.

“You guys have something of mine in the safe back there,” Killian said, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the counter. “I’d like to get it back.” The hotel worker looked a bit stunned at the request  – lips going thin and eyes going wide and he looked anywhere except Killian. “Uh, I don’t know that I can do that.” “Excuse me?” “There’s no manager here right now. I don’t have access to the safe.” Killian opened his mouth, some very specific words on the tip of his tongue and that’s what he got for half of a plan. “I’m sorry,” the hotel worker continued, still not able to pull his eyes up.

“It’s fine, Killian,” Emma said softly, tugging on the front of his jacket. “We can, uh, we can do it tomorrow. I’m starving anyway.” Killian groaned. “Swan.” “Hey, we’re good. We’re excited. It’s totally fine.” He sighed softly, not quite able to overlook the note of disappointment in her voice. Emma smiled at him, hands flat on his chest and his fingers trailed across the front of her dress before he considered the cameras behind them.

“I love you,” Killian said and Emma’s smile was a bit more genuine.

“I know. I love you too.” “Oh God, this is absurd,” Regina groaned, appearing out of nowhere with a box of food in one hand and her phone pressed up against her ear.

“What the hell, Gina?” Killian asked. “Did you just teleport here?” She lifted her eyebrows in response, not even bothering to answer him whenever whoever was on the other end of the phone call said something. “Obviously,” Regina hissed. “Yes, right now. Yes, they’re here right now. I’m staring at them! You can believe me. It’s Killian Jones. Tall, dark hair, blue eyes, looks a little bit like his entire world has shifted on its axis today. I don’t care about protocol. Open the safe.” Killian stuttered slightly, but Emma laughed, head thrown back until her hair landed across his face. Regina kept talking. Or threatening. It sounded a bit more like threats now.

“Of course you’re going to do it,” she continued. “Because America. And gold medals. And the goddamn fucking Olympic spirit. Get him his ring.” Regina growled out the last few words, thrusting her hand towards the slightly stunned hotel worker in front of them. “Here,” she said. “Talk to your boss.”

He took the phone slowly, looking a little stunned at the whirlwind that was Regina Mills-Locksley.

“You can thank me later,” Regina said pointedly, taking her phone back when the hotel worker walked into the back room. “And congratulations, by the way. On both fronts. But you guys totally should have put that thing in a bag. Roland and Henry had a lot of questions on the way back here.”

“I was kind of excited,” Emma muttered and Killian tugged her closer to his side, something that felt like joy shooting through his entire body. “It was on TV?”

Regina nodded slowly, lips going thin as she tried to find a balance between agent and friend . “Very much on TV.” Emma groaned slightly and Killian muttered something he hoped sounded supportive against her hair when the vaguely terrified hotel worker reappeared in front of them, a tiny, black box clutched in his hands. “Uh, sorry to interrupt,” he said. “I, uh, again, sorry about all of this. It’s just not policy to usually do it…” “Don’t worry about it,” Killian promised, interrupting before Regina could say something particularly aggressive. “Thank you.” The hotel worker nodded, cautious smile working its way back on his face when Regina stopped glaring at him. “Congratulations,” he said.

Killian hummed in agreement and the nerves were a bit unexpected. He stared at the box resting on his palm, doing his best not to drop it – that had not been part of the half-plan. Regina rolled her eyes when he didn’t move immediately.

“Hey,” Emma said softly and his head snapped towards the sound of her voice. “Still yes.” They’d developed a bit of an audience – no doubt drawn in by Regina’s voice and demands and Killian would have to mention that to her at some point. Maybe on the plane. Not then.

He was going to do this right.

Emma smiled at him, soft and encouraging and, God, she’d come up with nicknames for the kid already. Their kid. They were going to get married and have a kid and a family.

A family for Emma Swan and Killian Jones.

Huh.

Killian moved slowly, not quite sure if he was trying to stay in the moment or simply because bending his knee was decidedly difficult after several hours and one overtime on the ice, but Emma’s eyes didn’t leave his while he moved.

“We kind of hit all the high points before,” he started and Emma let out a watery laugh. Regina groaned and something that sounded exactly like Ruby swatting at Will’s side echoed in the suddenly silent lobby. “But I’ve never wanted anything more than this. Ever. And I’m not going anywhere, Swan. I love you.” “God, Cap, ask the question,” Will shouted, groaning when Ruby elbowed him.

Emma rolled her eyes, but her smile didn’t waver, tugging lightly on the end of her hair. Roland started jumping at some point, just out of the line of Killian’s vision shouting ask her Hook and even Henry muttered something that sounded like come on, already, not quite silenced by Robin’s quiet reprimands.

“None of them were supposed to be here,” Killian muttered. “There should have been a mountain involved.” “I’m glad there was no mountain,” Emma said, eyes widening slightly when he flipped open the top of the box. That joy he’d felt before seemed to multiply and Ruby was absolutely crying.

Killian took a deep breath, eyes closing lightly when Emma brushed his hair away from his forehead. She was smiling at him when he looked back up.

Joy wasn’t the right word.

Everything.

It was everything.

“Will you marry me, Swan?”

“Yeah,” Emma breathed, tugging her right hand around her waist when he slid the ring on her left finger. “You know, again.” The Rangers contingent exploded into yells and cheers and camera phone shutters going off as Emma pulled Killian back up, arms wrapped tightly around his neck when her lips met his. Again.

They couldn’t seem to stop kissing in public places.

“That was the most disgustingly romantic thing I’ve ever seen,” Will mumbled, sticking a phone in their faces to snap another picture with the excuse that Anna made him promise to send updates.

“Shut up, Scarlet,” Ruby and Robin said at the same time, matching looks of irritation on their face.

Robin clapped Killian on the shoulder – Henry had his phone to take pictures and Roland was still jumping up and down, announcing to anyone that would listen that he was, in no unquestioned terms, the ring bearer.

“It was kind of disgustingly romantic,” Robin admitted. “And I’m here to officially throw my hat in as a third potential Matthew Jones defender. I don’t have much on-ice experience with that, but my kid loves Cap, only seems fair we go both ways.” “That’s true,” Emma agreed quickly and Killian barely had time to gape at her before she pressed on her toes and kissed him silent. “C’mon, Jones, let’s get some food. Maybe we can stage some kind of air hockey competition for godparent status.”

 The next day and a half were some kind of blur.

Emma could hardly remember them happening, let alone actually feel like she was experiencing them – far too caught up in memories of post-gold medal celebrations and they’d posed for an absurd number of photos, her own smile catching her off guard every time she saw it.

God, she was happy.

And several other emotions that she couldn’t actually say out loud because there had been more to the post-gold medal night than an absolutely absurd amount of South Korean takeout.

He kept asking her – the same question over and over throughout the night, muttered in her ear and mumbled against her jaw and as soon as they fell onto the mattress, finally, back in the bed together and there were far too many clothes in her way.

“You want to get married, Swan?” he asked and Emma rolled her eyes so she wouldn’t do something like dissolve into some kind of puddle of swooning.

“Haven’t we done this several times already?” “This is romantic.”

“You keep asking. The answer’s not going to change.” His eyes got brighter or maybe a bit wider and Emma knew she’d said something important. “Yeah?” Killian asked, breathing out the question. It sent a chill down Emma’s spine. “That’s some kind of indefinite type thing.” “So mark me down for indefinitely,” she said. She hoped her voice didn’t tremble.

Killian nodded, eyes never leaving her face when his thumb traced just underneath her ring. “Indefinite works.” She wasn’t sure who moved first – and moving at the same time was almost too romantic, even for her and that moment – but they both shifted slightly, hands finding each other as they tried to touch every bit of skin not covered by clothing.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Emma grumbled, shifting back up towards the top of the bed and Killian chuckled in her ear.

“Impatient, Swan.” “Determined.” He kissed her again, lips moving against hers possessively and she whined when he pulled away, teeth nipping at her lower lip.

God, he looked as happy as she felt.

“Too many clothes,” Emma repeated. “Come on, you’re supposed to do what I want in my delicate condition and all that.” “I hardly think you’re delicate, love.” “Only when it serves my argument.” “And does it, now?”

“Depends on how quickly you can take your clothes off, I guess.” Killian grinned at her, eyebrows moving quickly and Emma was certain her pulse sped up. Maybe she was just a bit more delicate than she claimed.

Their hands moved, tugging on their own clothes and each other’s clothes and Killian nearly lost his balance when he tried to kick his pants off his ankle. There wasn’t much finesse to it – both of them far too wired and emotional and she couldn’t quite remember the last time they’d had an actual moment to themselves.

At least not like this.

“Quick enough?” Killian smirked, a distinct lack of clothing between them when he tugged the blankets over both of them.

“See, but now you’re talking too much.”

“So many complaints, Swan.” “Suggestions.” “Such as?” “You could kiss me some more.” The smirk shifted, genuine and meaningful and Emma met his smile with one of his own, fingers carding through his hair when he ducked his head and muttered deal.

He asked her to marry him two more times before they fell asleep.

There were stories after that – blog posts and actual news stories and Mary Margaret texted the next morning to tell them they, somehow, made Page Six again, that photo of them on the ice plastered across nearly every paper in the entire Tri-State area.

And Emma would have been annoyed by it all, if she didn’t have so much goddamn work to do. Still.

There were medal ceremonies and post-Games videos and she absolutely, positively had not teared up when her fiancé walked back up to her with a gold medal slung around his neck. And there were Closing Ceremonies and the Rangers contingent was adamant that the bet was finished, something about honor and dignity mentioned several times.

Graham rolled his eyes so often Emma was nervous they were going to get stuck that way.

He sang the anthem anyway.

“That was good,” Emma said when he belted out the last note, joined, as promised, by Roland who spent the majority of the video conducting Graham as well.

“Yeah, shut up, Em,” Graham groaned, sinking into a chair and stretching out his legs. His eyes landed on her ring almost immediately and she couldn’t quite believe it had taken that long to get there. “You good?” he asked. “Good?” “Happy? Content? Overjoyed at the prospect of some kind of future with Captain America?” Emma laughed, crossing her arms over her chest and rocking back on her heels. “You getting ready to defend me, Humbert?” “If necessary.” “It’s not.”

“You should have put the thing in a bag before you got on the ice, Em,” Graham muttered knowingly and his gaze flitted from her ring to her stomach. “The internet’s been losing its collective mind.” “Ruby’s doing her best to put a stop that relatively quickly.” “That’s not like you to do stuff like that.” Emma shrugged. “I’m happy. The internet can suck it.” “Ah, well, of course,” Graham laughed, sitting up a bit straighter. “I’m glad, by the way.” “Me too.” “That video better get eight million hits. At least.” “That seems reasonable.” Graham took a step toward her, tugging Emma against him and she barely caught her breath before he squeezed it all out of her, hugging her tightly in the middle of another Olympic arena. “That kid’s going to have so much family, he won’t know what to do with it all.” Emma’s heart thudded and that, that, was why she couldn’t stop smiling.

Her kid would have a family – from the very start. No matter what.

“Let me know when you land, ok?” Graham asked, kissing her forehead quickly when Killian stepped into the room.

“Of course,” Emma promised.

Graham nodded at Killian before he left, Emma turning slightly when she heard the squeak of his shoes on the floor behind her. “You ready to go, love?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Let’s go home.”

She fell asleep on the flight - head on Killian’s shoulder and legs pulled up underneath her with Roland back on her other side, a mess of brown hair spread across her thigh.

“Swan,” Killian muttered softly, laughing when Emma grumbled at being woken up. “We’re here, love.”

“That’s stupid,” Emma muttered. Roland shifted against her, kicking dangerously close to the window when she tried to pull him back up. “What time is it?” “I have absolutely no idea. Most of the plane fell asleep.” Emma hummed, not entirely awake yet, and Roland mumbled next to her – he was wearing three gold medals, Robin, Will and Killian’s all claimed as his own as soon as the closing ceremonies were over.

“That can’t be good for him,” Emma said, nodding at the weight around his neck.

“He slept the entire flight, Swan. I think he’s fine.” Ruby was doing her best to direct Rangers traffic at the front of the plane – her attempts failing to hit their mark when she kept getting interrupted by yawns. Henry was still asleep, sprawled out over three seats in the front row.

“There are cars outside and you’ve got to go in order and…” She groaned when her phone went off in her hand, but hers wasn’t the only one.

It felt a bit like dominoes – the sound working its way down the rows of seats until it seemed like they’d never be able to hear anything else ever again.

“God, are we under attack?” Will muttered, staring at his phone like he couldn’t quite understand what it was doing.

“Scarlet, turn your ringer off,” Killian sighed, pulling Roland against his side when he tried to crawl over Emma. “Watch your feet, mate.”

“Oh shit,” Ruby said. She glanced down at her own phone, mouth falling open when she read the message. “You guys, uh, you should read your message.” Emma glanced at Killian – Roland halfway up his side with his arms wrapped tightly around his neck. There were four voicemails on her phone and sixteen text messages – most of them from Mary Margaret, but the most recent one was from a number she didn’t recognize.

It’s a boy! Dylan William was born at 9:46 pm today. He’s super excited you guys won, but Ariel feels like she should be getting one of her own gold medals as well.

Killian grinned at Emma, muttering quiet reassurances to Roland that everything was fine, and Ruby was yelling at them all again.

“Alright,” she said sharply. “Change of plans.” “We’ve got to go, right?” Will asked, standing in the middle of the aisle with a bag slung over his shoulder already like he was ready to run to the hospital if necessary. “I mean, we’ve got to go. We’ve got to go now.” “That message did just show up. It’s only quarter after ten.” “You want to go to a hospital on Long Island half an hour after A just had a baby?” Robin asked skeptically.

Henry had finally woken up. “Who had a baby? Emma?” “Yeah, that’s not how that works, kid,” Emma said, rolling her eyes. Henry shrugged. “We should go,” she added. “A’s been by herself for two weeks. Plus you guys can’t deny Scarlet the chance to start playing weird uncle from the get-go.” Will glared at her, hitching the bag farther up his shoulder. “You’re just jealous because you’re not the kid’s favorite.” Emma pointed at her stomach. “I think I win.” Killian barked out a laugh, Roland jerking forward at the sound and he murmured a quiet sorry mate against his head. “Swan wins, Scarlet. That’s, at least, twenty points for her. And we should probably go. What do you bring to meet a newborn?”

“These are things you should learn, Cap,” Ruby said pointedly, thumb flashing across her phone screen as she, presumably, told Eric the entire Rangers Olympic line was about to descend on their hospital room. “We can get flowers on the way.”

“Let’s go,” Will whined, already halfway down the aisle before he nearly ran into Ruby.

Killian shifted Roland to his side, pulling his arms back up so he didn’t actually choke him when they moved, and held out his still slightly swollen left hand towards Emma. “You ready to go, love?”

She fell asleep in the car – again. And jet lag was even worse after realizing she was pregnant, every one of her muscles feeling far too heavy for her body. Killian was still holding Roland when they walked into the hospital an hour later, the eight-year-old, apparently, as exhausted as Emma and she mumbled a half-hearted apology while Ruby tried to explain all the reasons they should be allowed into the room in the middle of the night.

“How are you doing this?” Emma asked and Killian hummed in confusion.

“Doing what, love?” “Aren’t you exhausted?” “A little.” “But?” “Is there a but?” “There probably should be.” He laughed softly, resting the side of his head against the top of hers and Emma could feel his lips quirk up. “I’m happy,” he said simply.

Ruby spun on the spot, the entire crowd – all of them still decked out in Team USA gear and Olympic medals and surrounded by carry-on luggage. “Room 314. We’ve got twenty minutes, tops. Let’s go troops.” “She’d make a fantastic general,” Killian whispered in Emma’s direction and she bit back a smile so Ruby didn’t start yelling at her.

“Admiral, at least,” Emma said.

Ruby glared at her. “See if I defend Matthew Jones from the internet anymore.” Emma lifted her eyebrows and it took five seconds for Ruby to cave. “Yeah, whatever. Come on, let’s go see the first baby.”

They barely all fit in the room and Eric shushed them before letting them cross through the door. “I’m really glad you guys are here and, you know, congrats on being awesome at hockey, but if any of you wake up that baby, I’ll poison all of you one by one.” “Jeez, is this what fatherhood does to you?” Will asked, pushing to the front of the line. “Take notes, Cap.” Eric gaped at them. “Wait, what?” Killian tried to brush it off, but Ariel, apparently, had supersonic hearing. “What did he just say, Cap?” she demanded, hissing out the words so she wouldn’t wake up the baby in her arms.

“Scarlet talks too much, Red,” Killian said. “You should know, naming your kid after him.” “Only part of the name.” “Still.” “Killian.” “Still here.” Emma laughed softly and that had been a mistake – Ariel’s eyes snapped her direction, mouth falling open when she spotted the ring on her finger. That woke the baby up. “This is your fault,” she accused, glaring in Killian’s direction while she tried to calm down the newborn in her arms.

“How?” “If you’d just answer the question like a normal person, we wouldn’t be doing this. Hey, Emma. I’m glad he stopped being an idiot and asked you to marry him.” Her laugh was shaky, but that might have been because she was so tired and a bit more focused on the half-a-plan that was taking root in the back of her mind than whatever accusations Ariel could throw out in a hospital room.

“That makes two of us then,” Emma said and Killian grinned like he’d won the fucking lottery. Several times.

“See, Red,” he said, leaning forward to drag a finger across Dylan’s tiny arm. He couldn’t move too much. Roland was still hanging off him. “Everything’s fine. Isn’t it?” Ariel didn’t look convinced. “Stop trying to distract us all by being adorable with my kid. How’d you do it?” “Hmmm?” “How’d he do it, Emma?” “Uh, which time?” Emma asked and Killian groaned. She’d mostly done it for the reaction.

“You did it more than once?” Ariel asked, clearly trying to control the volume of her voice. Killian shrugged. “Do El and Anna know that?” Killian nodded. “Yeah, they do. Yesterday. Or tomorrow. I don’t know how time works anymore.” “You told them!”

“You’ve been kind of busy, Red.” Ariel huffed slightly, but her eyes fell back to her son and the smile on her face sent a specific type of emotion through Emma’s entire body. “I hear you scored three times,” she said softly and Killian stood up a bit straight.

“Yup.”

“Interesting.” Will groaned. “Alright, alright, we all know what’s going on. You guys are dumb, Cap can’t stop asking Emma to marry him and I want to see that kid.” “Ah, well, who can argue with that?” Killian laughed, retreating back to Emma’s side. He asked her to marry him again in the back corner of the hospital room.

It took nearly another two hours to get back to their apartment, loaded down with bags and a gold medal and neither one of those things made it much farther than the front door as soon as it slammed shut behind them.

“What time is it?” Emma asked blearily, wobbling just a bit as Killian came up behind her.

“I have no idea. It’s got to be close to two.” “Jeez.” “Three days, Swan. Three days before we have to go back and I have no intention of letting you out of this bed. Understood?” “That seems kind of possessive, Cap.”

He grinned against her neck, leaving soft kisses in her wake and she wasn’t convinced she didn’t just collapse, suddenly weak at the knees over whatever it was he was doing. Or where his hand kept landing.

“Yeah,” Killian agreed. “It is.” “Well before we fall into that, maybe we could do something else. Quickly? Or kind of quickly. There’s a timer to these things.” Killian lowered his eyebrows, twisting her around to face him as Emma ducked down to grab that half-a-plan out of her bag. “Swan,” he said slowly, staring at the pregnancy test in her hand with something that could only be described as awe in his gaze. “How’d you get that?” “In the hospital. You guys were talking to A and trying to impress a newborn and Ruby covered for me long enough that I could ask the front desk if they had them. They did. It was almost too easy. I don’t think that lady knew what to do with the entire New York Rangers roster showing up.” “Why?” “Well, collectively, you guys are all pretty attractive and you’re just a bit intimidating in USA gear and…” “No, no, that’s not what I meant. Why’d you get another one?” Emma blinked. “Oh,” she muttered. “Only seemed fair you got to see too. And, well, that one before was kind of questionably accurate.” She shrugged. “Just seemed better to...double check. And I kind of wanted you here.”

He nodded at her, smile inching across his face and she’d probably remember the way he stuttered over the words for the rest of time. Or something slightly less dramatic. “So, uh, how do we do this then?” “I mean, you don’t really have to do anything,” she said, twisting her eyebrows sarcastically. “Swan.” “That’s just a fact.”

“It’s timed, right?” Emma nodded. “So you go and I’ll time and then we’ll...see.” “Again.” “For sure.” Emma swung open the bathroom door a few moments later to find Killian leaning against the opposite wall, one leg pulled up and his forearm resting on his knee. “You ok?” she asked, sinking down next to him. “Set a timer and everything?"  “Yeah and yeah.” “Really selling it.” “I love you Swan,” he said suddenly and earnestly and Emma pulled back at the sincerity in his voice, the way the words cracked as soon as they were out of his mouth.

“I love you too,” Emma echoed, tugging his arm back around her shoulders and curling herself against his side. “You know, Graham said something to me this afternoon.” “About his singing?” “No, no. Nothing to do with the singing. Although Rol totally stole that particular show.” “What about?” “He said our kid would have more family than he knew what to do with. And I never had that. Not really. Not until I got here. And, well, you’ve gotten all these great, big sweeping romantic speeches, but it’s my turn now.” Killian nodded, eyes wide and one side of his mouth pulled up. “I came here thinking it’d be some kind of transition. And I’d stay with Reese’s for a little while and maybe find my own apartment and I’d go to work and do my job and that would be that. And it’s so much more than that. You made it so much more than that. You made it...everything. So you can keep asking me the same question over and over again and it’ll be same answer every single time. Yeah. No matter what.” He looked stunned – breath rushing out of him and he’d barely started kissing her before the timer on his phone sounded. “Ready, Cap?” Emma asked softly. “Always, Swan.” The instructions on this box were in English and it all felt a bit more real – standing in the bathroom of their apartment with Killian’s arm wrapped around her waist and his hand on her stomach.

He grabbed the piece of plastic off the edge of the sink and Emma felt him exhale against her back when he saw the word on the test, the same one it had been the day before or maybe tomorrow, or whenever.

“Same answer,” Killian repeated softly.

“Yeah,” Emma sighed, twisting around to burrow her forehead against the crook of his neck. “Seems to be some kind of theme.” The test fell the floor when he moved his arms around her waist, lifting her up to rest her on the edge of the sink and Emma’s legs sprung apart out of instinct, Killian stepping into the open space to kiss her.

Again.

Another theme.

“Swan,” Killian muttered and she made some kind of impatient noise in the back of her throat. He laughed against her lips, fingers inching underneath the edge of her t-shirt with practiced ease. “You want to get married?” Emma rolled her eyes, but she nodded again – a yes every single time he asked her for the three days they didn’t leave the apartment, promises of everything that would come next laid out in front of them.

They hung the gold medal on the Conn-Smythe that was still sitting on the corner of the kitchen counter, an Olympic onesie folded up on the nightstand next to their bed.

[dunkalfredo]

Im in love with your vision of Infinite and Rookie and i want to hear some of your sweet headcanons about their time together. If anyone asked something similar, refer me to this post, please. Thanks!

alskdjnsjklnljkls tysm!!!! yeah sure ill share some headcanons. i did a post on a similar topic about a month ago but that’s more their individual personalities/aesthetics than actual relationship material so ill go ahead and add on some stuff here.

i should note that portions of this are based heavily off of the idea that they grew up together so prepare for some au territory at this point. my backstory for them is becoming so intricate jfc;;;;;; i really hope ur not disappointed with this answer i have like an entire pre-forces narrative planned out in my head at this point OTL if u were hoping for more general stuff just lemme know i can give you some more hcs for that (there’s already some but there’s also Backstory stuff that i can’t really explore through oneshot format)

this is entirely self indulgent tbhhhh anyways click that mf Keep reading button

there’s a lot of like. casual touch. lotsa hugs and leaning on each other and resting their chin on the other’s shoulder (or top of head depending on who’s who bc height difference) while looking over them at what they’re doing and its really rooted in their learning early on how much Gadget loves that sweet sweet Physical Contact (if u scratch behind his ears he will melt, guaranteed, you’ll have yourself a Boneless Gadget with a two-liter coke)

if it’s raining out gadget will insist on doing something that’s not just sitting inside all day but snugglin w/ infinite ends up tempting him into doing Exactly That lol

there’s a lot of companionable silence between them when it’s just Them Alone in a Room. sure they talk and chat and joke but there are so many times where it’s just,,, being Together,,, and enjoying being in the other’s presence as they each do their own thing

sorta going into childhood/backstory stuff but uhhhh:

starting freshman year of highschool they started just bein each other’s dates to school dances even though they were “just friends” for like half of that timespan . i love cheesy stuff like that im sorry bro i had to include that tidbit i know it’s super specific and particular to my own backstory for them but just, they’re best buds and they gonna have a good time at homecoming lol

please imagine: those cute pre-dance pictures that parents take at the stairwell or front porch or somethin right before their kids leave, but with gadget and infinite. gadget’s got braces and they dont really fit in his mouth and his lenses reflect the light in the photo and oops infinite blinked and his shirt is too big and tbh their suits in gen just don’t really fit them right, gadget’s shirt is untucked and infinite’s tie is crooked but it’s okay, they’re both smilin reeeeaaaal big (and besides they figure out how to look Aesthetically Pleasing by junior year)

summers were hot in their hometown (note: i grew up in the north so i know nothing of True Heat, bear with me on this one.) most evenings were spent out on gadget’s fam’s back porch, cold towels resting on the backs of their necks, sweat in and under their fur, and they’re melting into the wood of the deck, fan plugged into that one weird outlet on the outside of the house that’s really more a fire hazard than anything else but the cool air is nice. they’re just lounging around reading comic books and listening to music on infinite’s old zune (lots of mid-2000s punk rock bands bc what else were u expecting) and in later years when they’re in that teen puppy love stage they’re trying to cuddle but it’s TOO DAMN HOT OUTSIDE so they resort to like, gentle hand holding, infinite reading some pretentious literary work or whatever and gadget spacing tf out next to him

when they graduate and are assigned a partner to walk down the aisle with they still end up w/ each other even though technically the partners are chosen according to alphabetical order and they’re on opposite ends of that list whOOPS how’d they do that? (hint: last minute shuffling in line)

when they move outta their small lil home town and into The Big City (im gonna say that would be Sunset Heights to tie in some canon plot relevance) they move in together and share a flat. a) its more financially manageable to just split housing costs like that and b) it’s been a dream their entire lives to live together when they’re older so oh!!! they’re older now!!!!! time to live together

(okay that’s all for backstory stuff back to reg hcs)

neither can cook but its ok

it may seem like they bicker a lot but it’s usually either the like, joke argue of “what do you mean craft mac n cheese is gross take that back” or reprimands like “it’s one a.m. time to sleep u Fool” (self-care is important, lads). they actually communicate really well so high-stakes arguments aren’t super common (and when they do happen they dont tend to explode. i wanted to have them be the type that argue for understanding and not to prove they’re right, so that greatly affects the outcomes of their disputes.)

infinite loves to hum while he’s doing things, or just in gen, and his voice is very low and smooth and gadget looooooves it, so much. they’ll be, i dunno, doing some mundane thing, like maybe they’re out getting groceries or doin dishes or something (i love me that domestic content) and he’ll start humming quietly and it just, it really grounds gadget in a way that sometimes he doesn’t even know he needs till infinite does it.

anyone here ever played bayonetta? any a yall remember those bits where there’s a woman in bayo’s memories singing and/or humming ‘fly me to the moon’ all quiet and low? think that but just,,,, pitched down,,,, yeah,,,

the tunes are usually very slow and while not so much melancholy theyre just? i dunno melodic in the same lax, smooth-tempo’d way a lot of melancholy songs are? i dunno i like quiet, introspective infinite and aesthetics that reflect that

here’s a long one: about a month before infinite “goes missing” and forces happens, infinite lands a job at a local news outlet as one of the column writers and even tho he’s more into prose than journalism he’s so fuckin pumped. it’s mostly just excitement over not doing cashier work and having a money-makin outlet he’s at least somewhat interested in lol …aaaaaand the way ship headcanon works into this bullet is that when he finds out that he landed the job he so excited that when gadget walks into the room (it’s morning and gadget literally was just gonna get some coffee, he’s still in his pajamas, he’s got bedhead) infinite sees him and whoops he tackle-hugs him and then whoops he knocked them both onto the floor but its cool gadget kinda let it happen and when infinite tells him what happened and apologizes he’s now also super excited and happy for him so now there’s two (2) people screaming inside (and out) about this awesome development

here’s a short one: they wear each other’s clothes a lot

gadget’s v cuddly in his sleep so he gets really clingy w/ infinite when a) it’s early morning and they’re just waking up b) it’s Late o’ clock at night and they’re chillin at home or c) he’s Actually asleep and within like three feet of infinite

i dont really know how to end this lol i dont really wanna just start repeating myself and i might think of other stuff later but for now pls consider the following: when they sleep whoever’s big spoon ends up resting one hand over the other’s heart and it’s super sweet

oh and they smooch a lot (i told you this response was self indulgent)

[valmos]

13 Ghosts of Scooby-Doo 1-5

Episode 1: To All the Ghouls I've Loved Before

Monster: Bogel and Weerd (Henceforth known as B&W), Werewolves, Amalgamation of the 13 Ghosts

Interests: Gosh I still love that chest design. Mystery *Flying* Machine. Shaggy is flying, they were aiming for Hawaii, end up over the Himalayas. I remembered Shaggy’s redesign, forgot Daphne got one too... it is not good. Daphne and Scrappy to to land their crashing plane . A very eastern european town in the middle of the Himalayas. Show really wants you to know what kind of character Flim Flam is, with both the name and a Music Man reference. Flim Flam is selling Lotsa Luck Joy Juice. Removes unwanted curse, jinxes, and evil spells (but not the wanted ones I guess). Also great rocket fuel and dandruff remover. The 13 Ghosts cursed this town to turn into werewolves every night. Townsfolk don’t want faux-gang 3.0 to leave with this knowledge? So they try to force the gang to stay. A vampire named Ghoulio sings a song. Daphne drinks a mug of the house special ... freshly squeezed wolf’s bane... (Okay pause. Squeezing a flower for juice? Also... super poisonous. Also ... WHY ARE WEREWOLVES DRINKING IT? BANE! TO CAUSE STRESS, HARM, OR RUIN TO! I don’t know why this has tilted me so much, I need a break) “That’s the stuff that turns people into werewolves” No Scrappy. No it isn’t (I need another break... came back for exactly two sentences) Vampire turns into a werewolf, whole bar turns into werewolf, including Daphne. Flim Flam’s juice cured Daphne of her werewolfness; Shaggy and Daphne hug. (After getting to the temple the sky is blue, but the towns people are still werewolves) Flim Flam juices some townsfolk, even an ox was werewolfed. Years ago, the townsfolk are the ones who locked the 13 ghosts away. B&W puts on a Lets Make Em Squeal show, which is Scooby and Shaggy’s favorite. Trade in a new car for their Mystery Flying Machine, a doggy dreamhouse, or THE BOX! (Lets see whats in the box. Nothing! Stupid! You are so stupid!) 

Episode 2: Scoobra Kadoobra

Monster: Maldor the Malevolent, Trees, Dragon, Rat Guards

Interests: Also forgot that the Mystery Machine is gone and replaced with bland gadgety red van. Chest has a seat belt on. Faux-gang 3.0 is approching Maldor the Malevolent, master of black magic from the Dark Ages, he seeks the Wand of... Zaggraz? to amplify his magic so he can rule the world. Wand looks like a spoon, and is located in the castle of princess Esmerelda. Maldor looks like a warp digivolved version that one He-Man character, (Orko, had to look it up). Scooby and Shaggy decide to have a picnic in the middle of a haunted forest, instead of staying i nthe van. They both eat a chicken leg and fix a sandwich. A wet crystal ball can short circuit. Giant inflatable duck makes a return from last episode. Sing-a-long of Row Row Your Boat in Scooby’s speech pattern. A lot of 4th wall breaks from Vincent. Rabbit transformed into a dragon. Dragon breathes fire and... SPECIAL EDITORIAL FROM THE SCOOBY DOO SHOW. Shaggy is a news anchor. Scrappy is reporting from the Department of Television No Nos, interviewing Loretta Cutitout. She cautions about the fire in the last scene. Scrappy presses her saying she hates dragons. Dragon is crying, Scrappy continues to say she wants to the poor dragon to be out of work. (wait.. is the voice of Maldor Peter Cullen? IT IS!) Zaggraz: “There is no way out of here” Flim Flan “Have you tried the exit?” *camera pans over to a door the two large Exit signs, one flashing saying This Way Out* *Zaggraz takes off and cleans his glasses* “ I never noticed that before” The party gets separated, Scooby and Shaggy land in the kitchen and deside now is a good time to make Scooby-Doo Stew. Scooby sings part of the intro from New Scooby Movies. Scooby uses the want to stir the stew, Causing animals to jump out of the stew, and when Scooby taste test causes his head to change to a bunch of different animals.Daphne gets capture. “Spell of darkness. Trance so deep. Now and forever sleeEEEEEEeeeEEEEP” Scooby and Maldor have a wizard battle. Scooby-Doo Where Are You. The sleep spell can only be broken by a great danish prince “Hey my uncle Scooby is a great dane!” ... What do you think you are Scrappy? Princess Esmerelda was also a great dane, with a speech pattern like Scooby, she chases Scooby as the episode ends. 

Episode 3: Me and My Shadow Demon

Monster: Shadow Demon, Griswold (A giant spider), Queen Morbidia, Monsters of The AFLCIM.

Interests: Shadow demon breaks a cystal ball in Vincent’s house. Faux-gang 3.0 have a specter detector, Coal Mine is loaded with ectoplasm. Shadow Demon steals the chest, which is bad because tonight the powers of darkness will be at their strongest ever, strong enough to destroy the chest. They must travel to the foot of Bald Mountain to Befuddle Manor. Scooby, Shaggy sing Me and My sHadow Demon. AFLCIM: Associated Federation of Crazy and Irresponsible Monster, so irresponsible and crazy they throw in an L that doesn’t stand for anything. Queen Morbidia looks like a cross between Lily Munster and Elvira (.. actually Elvira wouldn’t have been a thing yet? It is only 85 and think that was a late 80′s thing?) Shadow Demon isn’t with Queen Morbidia. Jail cell with massive space between the bars. Shadow Demon saves Scooby. Faux-gang sing Goodnight Ghoulies in an effort to delay for the sun to rise (I can’t quiet figure out what melody this is, I am a dumb. Kinda sounds like Oh Susana?) Scooby holds final note till the sun rises and Queen Morbida turns into just a pile of her clothes, that is put in the chest. 

Episode 4: Reflections in a Ghoulish Eye

Monster: B&W, Mirror Demon

Interests: Vincent sent a telegram, instead of just normal crystal ball. Scooby-Doo is famous. Paranormal Convention. Oh the telegram was faked by B&W. A mirror eats a maid. Scooby-Doo Where Are You. Faux-gang 3.0 must find the Amulet of... Ishkabibble? Flim Flam sings a song. Two more people get sucked into the mirror. Faux-gang 3.0 sing Auld Lang Syne to trick someone into thinking it is New Years, while in reality it is June. Daphne, Shaggy, and Scooby are sucked into the mirror, it is very M.C. Escher. The Amulet opens a portal that spits everyone back out. Unnamed Mirror Demon gets suck into a vacuumed and the mirror melts. Reprise of the earlier Flim Flam song. 

Episode 5: That's Monstertainment

Monster: Zomba, Frankenstein’s Monster

Interests: It is 2am, Daphne decends from the stairs in a robe, rest of faux-gang 3.0 are up watching a scary movie. Tonight’s move on Spine Tingling Movies is The Son of the Bride of the Ghost of Frankenstein. Scrappy’s favorite movie, Flim Flam’s too. Everyone gets zapped into the movie. Zomba eats some popcorn. Frankenstein and Egad pass their roles over to Scooby and Scrappy because they are sick of doing this over and over. Gotta heat up the crystal ball. Daphne is the bride of Frankenstein’s monster, but also the fiance of Frankenstein? Shaggy is the lawman. Dog version of Frankenstein’s Monster. They overheat the crystal ball’s mystical fluid, causing massive explosions, trapping the Monster. Monster asks for help and Scooby eats some Scooby Snacks (again spelled Scooby Snax) and the Popeye theme plays and a spinaches effect happens. Monster now calls Scooby momma. Zomba’s spell was broken when she got boxed. The Monster follows them into the real world. 

[franeridart]

hi. hello. this is a bit embarrassing but i'm trying to buy my bf a tablet sort of thing so he can draw his arts. he's been wanting one forever but hasn't rly shown me which one he wants. i want to surprise him n buy a good one worth the money n was just curious if you had any suggestions. i've looked into wacom products, but i'm just such a noob to these things n was hoping you can help... i understand if this is silly, you don't have to reply! ur just so amazing, ur opinion is trustworthy 😅☺️

Okay, so, this is just my opinion and since it’s based completely on personal experiences it’s gonna possibly be incredibly different from other people’s opinions, so I just wanna make clear from the start that this is a personal preference and isn’t in any way meant as an absolute truth

Anyway, as far as I’m concerned when you’re just starting out you don’t need anything fancy at all. As an aspiring digital artist your bf might have looked up tablets and cried tears of blood over how much he’d like a cintiq or anything similar, but my very personal opinion is that fancy stuff is gonna be pretty much useless to you and be generally a waste of money? You’re just learning, you don’t need anything more than the basics. My suggestion is that you pick something simple and easy to use - I own this wacom intuos, had it for a long while and I like it a lot, but there’s also less expensive options you can go for too that people seem to like just as much! I’ve lately read on my dash about the Huion H610, they say it doesn’t cost much at all but it’s just as good as the Intuos, that could be a good option for you~

Anon said:  Hey!!! I was wondering if its ok to rb your oc art? I realized a lot less people rb those and i get anxious easily so... also i really don't want to disrespect either! But i always thought of rebloging as a way of saying "i appreciate your art" and i really really (really ) like yours (both the style and itself in general). (I hope you dont mind my bad english ha ha) i hope you don't mind this stupid ask! Im still kind of new to tumblr

It’s 100% okay!!!! *O* Thank you for liking them enough to want to reblog them ;A; !!!!

Anon said:i miss ur bokuroteru so much 😭💕 i love ur art but whenever i see ur header, i just remember ur bokuroteru comic and my heart cries storms for them to be seen again.

Aw anon I’m super happy you like my stuff for those three but as of now inspiration in that department is... super low... and tbh the haikyuu fandom is being incredibly unresponsive and non-vocal about their appreciation of fanworks in this period so even when I do have ideas for that fandom I sort of. Let them go. Or just sketch them out and never finish them.

Like, you know the whole deal about having to draw for yourself and not for others? That’s what I do 100% of the times when I’m starting a drawing, but to draw for myself I don’t exactly need to finish a drawing, you know? Sometimes there’s a scene I wanna see and I sketch it out in a super rough way and as far as my personal desire to see it goes I’m satisfied with that, and everything after that - the cleaning and lining and maybe even coloring - I put the effort in it because I want to share it with people. And the deal with the Hq!! fandom lately is that they don’t share my excitement for it. They either only like it, or don’t comment on it, or comment only to complain about this or that thing. In the worst case posting hq!! only ends up with people asking me to draw something else (ie I feel like drawing Karasuno so I draw it and post it and no one comments/rb/says anything about it but there’s 20 asks in my inbox asking me why I haven’t drawn any bok*ro lately)

When I think about posting stuff for hq lately I automatically compare it to posting stuff for bnha where I could draw a background character that appeared once 120 chapters ago and there’s still gonna be people that go “yes! that character!! I love that character!!! can’t believe there’s actual art for it oh my god!!!!” - that’s... that’s the sort of reaction that makes you wanna share stuff

I dunno, maybe I’m just expecting too much out of the hq fandom. But anyway, sharing for bnha makes me way happier and glad I decided to finish a drawing lately, so I guess that’s what’s happening there.

Anon said:Every time your soft doods art shows up on my dash I have to pause and take a deep breath and just thank god for all the good in the world because I'm blown away every single time

This is s o s w e e t oh my god ;A; thank you so much!!!!

Anon said:Johnny is a fucking angel dammit. Have you read the new DGM already?? I'm in tears. I love this manga so much. The frequency of the releases are killing me... it has such a great story and great characters. It needs more love

I did read it!!!! And yeah the fandom used to be way bigger, but honestly I’m glad it’s just the couple dozens people it is. Like a small town where everyone knows everyone else. No drama, no discourse. Everyone ships what they want and we all pass each other tissues to dry the tears. The only argument that happens regularly is people complaining about the relase schedule and the old fans telling them to let Hoshino live. A good place, this fandom’s a good place.

DGM was my playground for most of my experimenting as far as creating art goes, I really did reach in all directions with it through the years and it helped me shape myself a lot, so I really want it to stay quiet and nice and peaceful, that’s my dream for it haha smaller fandoms have a better chance to keep that freedom

Anon said: Oh man, I live for that Togata x Amajiki interaction

You talking about the color spread cause yes that was adorable!!! ;A;

Anon said:I look a little, and do you still draw Bakugo x Kirishima x Kaminari?

Sure, it’s still my main ship for Kaminari and my main ot3! Just wait for Denki to start being relevant in the manga again, I’ll probably fall headfirst into it all over again haha

Anon said:Your art is so wonderful you're wonderful everything's so wonderful i'm crying omg

SOB no anon you’re wonderful!!!!

Anon said:Due to my brain not wanting to cooperate with me (ever), Bakugou Katsuki is now Batsuki Katsuki in my head.

This is the funniest thing I’ve read today and I’m in t e a r s hahaha

Anon said:Artistic!Mina making pop art and colorful paintings :o what are ur thoughts

HELL YES that’s my main headcanon for Mina, she’s definitely an artsy girl!!! I like the idea of her sharing it with Bakugou t b h

Anon said:I'm still just repeatedly looking at your newest KiriBaku because hot damn.

I’m super glad you liked it!!!!!!! oh my gOD!!!!!!!

Anon said:Heyy please rec Kami comics please! I'm in a Kami art shortage and I currently can't find art as awesome as yours...

I’m so sorry I wish I could help you with this but I don’t know anyone who draws lotsa Kaminari either ;---;

[theoddcatlady]

Under The Back Porch

As a kid I lived with neglectful parents at best. At worst dad would turn his screams and fists on me but I learned quickly how to dodge the worst of it. Mom wasn’t much help, she’d just smoke in the kitchen and bitch at him for staying out so late.

At the time we lived basically in the middle of nowhere, our nearest neighbors were a long walk away for a six year old and we had trees between us. No one to run to for help. But I was pretty small for a kid my age. I learned I could fit pretty much anywhere. The closet. Dryer. I think even once I tucked myself under my futon in such a way I could still get some air but no one could see me.

I was a master at hiding. But it wasn’t for a good reason.

One night though, one night I chose to do something different.

I could hear it in dad’s yells, he was pissed and was about to get violent. Mom wasn’t helping either, just piling fuel onto an inferno of a flame. So I knew I had to find a good hiding spot. I’d gotten the idea a few days before, when I realized the lattice covering the bottom half of the back porch had a hole in it. Not big enough to fit a full grown man, most likely, but it could fit a skinny six year old no problem.

So wrapping myself up in my blanket and grabbing my hippo stuffie, I snuck out my window and ran into the backyard. In the middle of autumn. When it was forty degrees out and the temperature was steadily dropping.

I crawled under the porch, scraping my elbows and getting splinters in my palms but I fit inside. It was actually quite spacious compared to most my hiding spots, I couldn’t sit up all the way but I had plenty of room to spread out my limbs.

Of course I was also getting covered in dirt. It’d rained a few days ago so the mud was still a little wet. I wrapped myself in my blankie the best I could and settled in for the night.

But soon, even with my blankie and my hippo, my teeth were chattering so hard I could barely breathe. I didn’t want to go back inside though, knowing if my dad caught me I’d be in for the whipping of my life. So I had to tough it out.

“Honey, are you cold?”

That voice was not the voice of my mother, scratchy from all the smoking and screeching she did. It was sweet, like honey. I turned over to see the dim outline of a woman, lying on her stomach next to me. She had a pretty butterfly necklace and was just as dirty as I was.

I nodded, not wondering how she’d been down there without me noticing.

The woman belly crawled forward and wrapped her arms around me and suddenly I became warm. Like I was sitting next to a campfire. I snuggled into her arms, not minding the mud, after all we were both dirty.

“You’ve gotten so big,” the woman said, examining my face. “How old are you now, Alex?”

“Six.” How did I know this woman again? I didn’t think I did.

“Six!” The woman gasped. “You’re all grown up then. I’m so happy.” She sighed pleasantly and stroked my hair. I’d never felt so cozy in my life.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

She smiled, I could hear it in her voice. “I’m Lily. What’s your favorite thing to do?”

I had to think for a second. “I like board games. And coloring.”

Lily chuckled. “Just like me then. Could never get enough of Scrabble. But I guess you’re still too young to play that, huh?”

I nodded. “Lotsa words. I wanna play it though. I like the tiles. Would you play with me?”

I heard Lily sharply inhale. “I… I don’t think I can. Your daddy put me under here, and I can’t leave… but…” She thought for a second. “Alex, could you do me a favor?”

“Of course!” This lady was oh so nice. Why wouldn’t I do her a favor?

“When you wake up in the morning, go to the police station. Ask for an officer by the name of Lowell Joyce. Tell him where to find Lily, okay? Under your back porch. He’ll come and he’ll get me, okay? And… and then maybe we can play Scrabble.”

Yippee! I was too excited about the possibility of playing Scrabble to notice how Lily’s voice caught at the end. I nodded vigorously. “I’ll do it! We can be on the same team, right?”

Lily softly laughed.

“I’ll help you understand the rules. Goodnight, Alex.”

When I woke up the next morning, I heard Lily’s voice.

“Go now. Your dad’s gone to work. I’ll tell you how to get to the station.”

Rubbing my eyes, I crawled out from under the porch and went into the house to grab my shoes and a coat. I shivered in the frosty cold. But I thought Lily was right behind me.

After my shoes and coat were on I started walking. It was long enough to get to the neighbor’s house. I really can’t remember how long it took to get to the police station, although I have no idea why no one pulled over to see what the hell a six year old in dirty pajamas was doing walking alongside the road. Lily kept guiding me onward.

“Wait. Okay, cross the street now.”

“Turn right here.”

“Keep going! You’ve almost made it!”

I nearly collapsed with exhaustion by the time I walked into the station. The guys out front chatting and having a good time didn’t see me until I almost made it to the front desk.

“Whoa! Kid! You okay?” One of the officers knelt down to my level, eyes wide.

I nodded. “I’m okay. Can I speak to Lowell Joyce?” I asked.

One of the other officers picked me up. “Sure kid, sure, let’s just get you someplace warm, holy shit your lips are blue…”

I remembered quietly scolding the man about watching his language. ‘Shit’ was a bad word.

I was given some warm cocoa and wrapped up in a blanket by the time an old man with a graying mustache sat by me.

“Hey kid. I’m Sheriff Joyce. What’s your name?” He asked.

“Alex.” I set down my cup and looked him straight in the eye. “I was told to tell you that Lily is under the back porch.  You need to go let her out so we can play Scrabble.”

I had never seen a grown man turn pale before.

Lots of things blurred together at this point. I remember being taken back to my house and there were a lot of police cars and people around. The back porch was surrounded by yellow tape, and someone was taking a black bag away while my dad was in handcuffs.

After that, I lived with my grandparents. Sheriff Joyce and his wife.

I tried to ask about what happened and who was Lily but I always got shut down. I was too young to know.

But life got better. A lot better.

Grandpa was the best man I could’ve hoped for in my life. We went out on weekends to the movies where he let me have the giant soda even though I’d have to pee in the middle of the movie. When I asked if I could drink when I was thirteen he let me try a beer. I spat it out and didn’t touch it again. He never judged me for my love of art, letting me paint my own bedroom multiple times over the years. I felt safe around him. He never laid a hand on me. My grandmother was amazing too, over the week she’d homeschool me along with teaching me things that you wouldn’t learn in a school, such as how to respect others but not take their crap. And cooking. Lots of cooking. I could make my own birthday cake by the time I was twelve. But I usually just made them for my friends. I got a lot of those, after I was free from my dad.

When I turned sixteen, Grandpa took me back to my dad’s house.

The whole thing had been bulldozed over. But I could still see the yellow tape wound around a few trees, faded and torn.

We sat together on the back of his truck. He opened a beer and drank half of it before setting it down and grabbing me an orange soda.

After I’d drank it he told me.

“Lily was your mother.”

Good thing he didn’t tell me as I was swallowing, I likely would’ve had it coming out of my nose. “My mom?” I questioned, confused.

“Your actual mom. The woman who lived with your dad was not your mother.” My granddad grabbed another beer. “Lily was my daughter. I loved her so much… but when you were around six months old, she vanished.”

My stomach dropped. “My dad just imprisoned her under the porch?” I asked, starting to feel sick.

Grandpa took a deep breath before setting his unopened beer down. “That’s…. something I’ve never been able to understand. Lily told you to find me? And that she loved Scrabble?”

“Yeah. She kept me warm that night. I probably would’ve frozen to death if she hadn’t been there.” I was a stupid kid, even I knew that.

Grandpa went dead quiet before he opened that beer and slammed the whole thing. “… Alex, Lily had been dead the whole time she was gone. When we dug her up she was bones. Experts confirmed it, and your dad confessed to what happened. They’d gotten into a fight and he threw her down the stairs. She… broke her neck.” He clenched his fists. “I knew he had something to do with her disappearance, but I never had proof until you walk into my station, covered in dirt and telling me she was under the porch.”

I was floored. I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was shake my head.

“But- I saw her! She was alive! She had this butterfly necklace…” I trailed off when Grandpa pulled an evidence baggie from his pocket.

There was that butterfly necklace all right. Rusty, and parts of the paint had chipped off, but I remembered it as clearly as I remembered Lily’s voice.

Grandpa took a shaky breath as he pressed the bag into my hands. “… Lily loved you so much. ‘ts why she stuck around that bastard. You were her whole world. She was constantly taking pictures and sendin’ them to us in the mail. Sometimes a mother’s love can accomplish things that no human can do.”

My eyes overflowed with tears as I clutched the necklace to my chest. Choking on sobs, I leaned against Grandpa. He held me tight and I swear I felt a few of his tears land on the top of my head.

And for just a brief moment, I swear I felt that warm love I felt that night under the porch.

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Cabo Wabo

I love weddings. Especially ones where there's a vacation in it for me. Even skeptic's have to admit it's emotional when two people forge their bond as husband and wife. I'm not sure what sentiment is being felt, but it's emotional none the less. I always look for that sparkle in the newlywed's eyes. You know, the one where they still want to rip eachother's close off every time they're in the same room! This trip is about THAT couple. If I didn't believe in romantic destiny before them, I certainly do now. Some people are absolutely meant to be together and I'm so glad Adam and Jill figured that out. AND it got me to Cabo! I do, however, have to give you a little pretext so you can become as enamored of this couple as the rest of us that ventured to Cabo for their nuptials. It definitely added to the mystique of The Baja and the charm of it's most southern point. I met the bride, Jill, through a mutual best friend almost a decade ago and we all instantly knew that the rest of our lives would be filled with girl's weekends and spa adventures! We've

Cabo never had to worry about if walls could talk because they could never get a word in edge wise with us! On one of our ladies nights (that turned into a weekend as usual) we ended up at Jill's alma mater. Although we didn't start out with a plan, somehow we drove for hours down The Great River Road, along side the Mississippi River, stopped at a Strawberry Festival (where you could NOT get strawberry shots by the way--how stupid), and ended up at Augustana College. It is my understanding that you can drive this Byway from Canada to the Mississippi Delta. What a fabulous trip that would be. As it was, we only made it to Rock Island from Galena. Just our luck, this is where our friend went to college so we stopped and got a hotel room. Of course I was too old to be in those college bars but acted like I just got my first fake i.d. After much dancing, lotsa' alcohol, and I seem to remember one of us peeing in a garbage can in the upper level of a bar, we awoke the next morning knowing that Rock Island would never

One big happy family! be the same. Needless to say (but I will anyhow) some regurgitation had to take place before we could begin the trek home. All great nights must end with a purge! It was a headache induced quiet for most of the trip back but at one point Jill began to talk about her good old college days and some guy she dated...but not really. They were only friends...with benefits, but totally not like your thinking (whatever). "It would have never worked out," she said, but there was a strange little smirk on her face that I hadn't seen before. When was the last time she talked to this guy? "A loooong time ago," she seemed to reminisce. So a few weeks later I'm having my 15 year high school reunion and my friends decided to crash it. Guess who Jill shows up with??? The guy from college that she hadn't talked to in years! AND he wore a cowboy hat, AND he was totally hot, AND he wasn't a dork at all like she said. JUST KIDDING! She never said he was a dork, but I did see that strange little smirk again. I have to tell

Centennial Bridge

Where the magic happened you they were about the cutest damn couple I ever did see. Adam quickly became like a brother to all of us and soon we were planning family dinners, nights out, and even weekend vacations. After a while it seemed like there was only one thing left to do...yep...you guessed it...GO TO JAMAICA! And we did! But that's another blog. It was on an early winter's night in 2007 that Jill was asked about her plans for the weekend. "Oh, I'm getting my hair done and then Adam wants to go to Augustana to meet up with some old friends." WHAT? Without us? Didn't she know she would never have any fun without her girls? It so happened that she ran a little late from her appointment. Adam was allegedly preturbed about her tardiness. A little tiff ensued and Jill said there was some strange tension on their trip down to the college. See what she gets for not taking us with? Anyhow, a little after dusk they pulled into what was apparently a ghost town. There had been a couple inches of snow and Adam told Jill that he wanted to go look off The Centennial Bridge like

Girls in the Lobby!

How's the stain Jill? they had done so many times during college (and incidentally where they first kissed). What a sweetheart! Jill said she was cold and a little irritated at that point but once they walked onto the pristine snow and looked out over the water...it was calmingly beautiful. The lights were dancing on the river and the crystal snowflakes were gently falling to the ground. At that moment Adam got down on one knee and proposed. They weren't meeting up with anyone. This was his plan all along (and no wonder he was slightly tweaked out!). After years of being friends and a long absence in between, they found their way back to each other forever. I guess she said yes because we ended up in Cabo for one helluva' party! So begins the tale of the most beautiful wedding ever! Okay! Okay! Okay! So fast forward to the end of February 2009 and we're off to the southern tip of the Baja California peninsula to Cabo San Lucas. I've heard so many wonderful tales of Cabo being a playground for the rich and famous. Of course I was going to play the part...not that my girl Jill isn't way hotter

Lord have mercy

Put a leash on that girl! than Jennifer Aniston (she is like 10 times hotter!!!!!), I was still going to party like a rock star! It's easy to do in Cabo. The entire wedding party stayed at the all-inslusive RIU on the beach so there was no shortage of cocktails flowing at the swim up infinity bar. The view was spectacular, the temperature was perfect, and the resort was emaculate. There was a multitude of restaurants and bars with a ton of stuff to do on site. I gave myself an enema standing over one of the fountains in front of the resort. Just because the rendezvous was classy didn't mean I was any less deranged! There were free water sports and of course you could rent any of the motorized ones. Anything you could imagine doing on vacation was right there. The most important part of being on the water was that it was the easiest way to get into town (Cabo) because the water taxis come right up to the resorts. It's much quicker than trying to catch a land bound cab. There are always water taxis in town that will bring you back also. Once everyone had arrived the bride and groom

Catamaran sunset

Jill's dad had a private catamaran cruise planned for all of their guests. What a wonderful way to start off the festivities and get to know the crew that had gathered for some R&R and wedded bliss. It was a superb evening and the company matched the climate. I have to say it's rare that I've seen such a large group of people traveling together with no sign of drama anywhere. This was definitely a testiment to everyone's love for Jill and Adam (and I'd like to think the company they keep also😊 As we sailed around the famous de Arco San Lucas we mingled, toasted, and prepared for an amazing week as the sun glazed the horizon with twilight. After the cruise we hit downtown Cabo with all the rank and rigor of drunken sailers but alas we made it back safely to our resort without any new tatoos (I think?!). As I awoke the next morning in my hungover fog I realized it wasn't a dream. There is nothing better than waking up to a sunrise over the ocean...NOTHING! I know my husband would disagree. He wakes up to something else rising every day, but for me I'll take the

Pool view from RIU waves over a silver speedo any time. During the day different groups took off in different directions. Some hit the beach, others went in to town, but we all had the same goal. The southern point of the Baja is just calm enough to exhale, yet breathtaking in so many ways. There are plenty of places to shop and hang out but it's much more relaxed than some of the full-throttle tourist ports throughout the Caribbean and Mexico. There are some tours you can take but we took a pass on those with the intention of returning for another trip. I heard Old San Jose is a quant, rustic little town rich with historic landmarks. I have also been advised that many of the golf courses in the area are kick-ass. I've yet to golf on a coastline and it is definitely on the bucket list. It's another great reason to go back but I enjoyed my time immensely as it was. So after a few glorious days of vacation the big day had finally arrived. Although some of Los Cabos is vaguely fuzzy almost every detail of this specacular wedding has been etched into my memory. The

Together ceremony and reception were held at the most exquisite location in the Baja. The Sunset De Mona Lisa is nestled atop cliffs that hang over the brilliant turqoise waters of the Sea of Cortez. A beautiful open mezzanine descends to the beach below through several levels of terraces, fountains, and sparkling pools. The famous arch and shimmering lights of Cabo rest in the distance for an added evening aura. It may be the only wedding reception I have been to in the Baja but I can't imagine a more beautiful backdrop for any matrimony. I've honestly never seen anything more stunning than the sun setting behind the bride and groom as the ocean below waved in accordance to their "I do's." It was the most regal ceremony I have ever attended. The entire event was magnificent in the most laid back, enchanting sort of way. Although I had been a little anxious anticipating this moment for my dear friends there was something so tranquil about this venue. The instant we arrived there was a calming allure. I must confess that amidst it all the most amazing moment of the whole evening was when I saw the bride before she

Forever! walked down the aisle. There was that quiet confidence I had noticed in her eyes just a few years before. When I first heard her speak of her unbeknownst future husband. It was that strange little smirk on her face that I now recognized...it was peaceful and she was beautiful.

As charming as the ambiance of the Mona Lisa could be, as glamourous as the reception was, and as wonderful as the entire trip will be remembered. The single most beautiful thing I saw in Cabo San Lucas was two of my favorite people deciding that they wanted to share the rest of their lives together. It was awesome and I can't thank them enough for letting me be a part of it. Adam and Jill have been at the end of my rainbow before and I'm so grateful that they will be there many more times in my life! Thank you, thank you, thank you. Second honeymoon anyone? Wait a second...I still have to take the first one!!