#i realized i never drew tango before and felt a big need

[sculkshrieking]

redstone guys!

[thehermitcraftqueen]

Angst, Tango x Vampire!Etho - Vampiric Glitches

There's been a glitch in the server. Not even Xisuma knows what it is, until a night attack reveals a vampire in their midst. Tango takes the job of confronting said vampire, even if the vampire turns out to be his love.

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I'm sorry not sorry for this one. It's mostly angst and kind of creepy, but there's some fluff at the end. Another Hermitcraft AU and mostly self indulgent, but I had a lot of fun writing it.

Obviously a warning for vampire stuff, it doesn't get too crazy but it's there.

For those of you ready for more fluff, I've got some cute requests coming, so just hold tight ;)

“We have an issue.”

Xisuma’s gaze swept over the assembled Hermits. Tango shifted uncomfortably in his spot, wondering what was going on. The admin had randomly told them to gather at the Town Hall a little while ago. He gave no context, and his voice was as calm as ever, but Xisuma didn’t normally call meetings with no warning, and every Hermit could sense something was up.

“There’s been a glitch,” Xisuma went on. “But this time, I can’t tell what it is to fix it. It’s either minor or hiding somehow. Although I hope it’s the former, I’m thinking it’s more the latter...either way, you all need to keep an eye out for anything strange. It could be anything, including potentially harmful things, so we have to be careful until we know what it is.”

Uneasy murmurs passed through the crowd of Hermits. Tango glanced at Impulse and Etho next to him. Impulse had a mixture of curiosity and concern in his gaze, and Etho seemed a bit uneasy but calm at the same time.

"I know no one has any real idea, but what do you guys think it is?" Tango asked them.

"It could be anything if Xisuma doesn't even know..." Impulse murmured. "I have no idea."

"Hopefully it's not anything too bad, but we'll see I guess," Etho said.

"Yeah," Tango sighed.

After more fruitless discussion about what it could be, the Hermits returned to their bases. By then the sun was beginning to sink, and Tango was more than ready to curl up in bed. He put the last few blocks away from finishing a build, then slipped into the sheets, sighing as he let himself relax. Still, no one had found the glitch Xisuma had talked about, but nothing had been affected either. Everyone was beginning to think it was just a minor issue.

Beeping from Tango's communicator woke him up not long after he'd fallen asleep. Letting out a yawn, shortly followed by a growl of annoyance when the communicator wouldn't shut up, he snatched it off the table and began reading the chat to see what was going on.

Impulse: WE HAVE A PROBLEM Ren: What's up my dude? Grian: Why are we being woken up before it's even midnight, come on guys Impulse: I THINK I FOUND THE GLITCH Impulse: OR SOMETHING

That piqued Tango's curiosity, all sleepiness fading. If Impulse was as scared as he seemed, it didn't sound like the glitch was something minor either.

Tango: What is it?!? Impulse: ETHO TRIED TO BITE ME

Tango had to do a double-take, and still the sentence made zero sense.

Tango: What?! Ren: Dude what? Impulse: He jumped out of nowhere and started attacking me, then while we were fighting he tried to bite me with like vampire fangs or something?? Mumbo: :0 Impulse: OH COD HE'S STILL HERE HELP Xisuma: Meet at Impulse's base everyone.

His heart beginning to pound, Tango shot out of bed. He spread his wings and jumped into the sky, beginning to fly to Impulse's base. He was worried about both of his friends--Impulse, who seemed to be in trouble; and Etho, who for some reason was attacking Impulse. His communicator fell silent halfway there, increasing Tango's worry, and he couldn't get to Impulse's base soon enough.

Most of the Hermits had gathered in the base or were heading to it when Tango arrived. Xisuma was questioning Impulse, who looked a bit shaken, while the others looked on and listened intently. Tango landed and made his way over, straining to hear Impulse and Xisuma as he neared.

“Tell me exactly what happened,” Xisuma was saying.

“I was just sleeping, like normal, when suddenly I woke up feeling unusually cold and uneasy for seemingly no reason. I didn’t see anything right away, so I started to go back to sleep. Then something shot out of the shadows and hit me with a sword, and I realized it was Etho. We started fighting, and he pulled down his mask during it. He had fangs and started trying to bite me. I got a pretty good hit on him and he disappeared long enough for me to chat with you guys. And then obviously we were fighting again when you guys started showing up,” Impulse replied.

“Bdubs and I were working on something in Aqua Town and we got here first. We started to help Impulse fight but then Etho vanished into the shadows,” Scar said.

“I guess he didn’t like being outnumbered,” Bdubs added.

Etho was a vampire? What? Tango was struggling to process the information. He couldn't imagine Etho with fangs and a taste for blood. Besides, he'd been fine earlier. Hoping Xisuma would have answers, Tango turned his gaze to the admin, who was currently silent, looking thoughtful.

“Well...assuming Etho being a vampire is the glitch...that makes it a lot harder to fix,” Xisuma said after a moment.

“It can be done, though, right?” Tango asked.

“I’m not sure,” Xisuma admitted. “I can code the server, but I can’t code a player. Etho has to fix himself, in a sense. We might be able to help him along, but ultimately he has to fix himself. And if he can’t...” Xisuma trailed off, and Tango’s heart twisted as he realized what the admin was going to say. “If he can’t, we’ll have to kill him. We can't have a vampire to worry about all the time."

In all honesty, Tango knew Xisuma was right. But the thought hurt a lot more than he wanted to admit. He’d never told anyone, and somehow no one had found out, but Tango had a pretty significant crush on Etho. He was a lot more than a friend by this point, and Tango didn’t know if he could deal with losing him.

“We need to talk to him, then,” Scar said. “Maybe we could talk some sense into him.”

“He’s not going to come out if it’s a big group, though,” Impulse pointed out.

“Maybe someone needs to go alone to somewhere Etho would be able to easily find them, while the rest of us stay here on stand by if they need help,” Bdubs said.

“I’ll go.” Tango didn’t even realize what he was saying at first. His heart spoke before his mind, needing to know that Etho was okay. But he didn’t correct himself once it was out. It could be fun, right? Exciting? Maybe?

"I don't like the idea of someone going alone in such a dangerous situation, but I guess we don't have a choice," Xisuma sighed. He glanced at Tango, the seriousness in his eyes making the demon hybrid shiver. "Are you sure you're okay with doing this, Tango?"

"Yeah. If I can build decked out and survive the ravagers, I can deal with Etho," Tango assured, with much more confidence than he felt.

"Oh, I don't doubt you'll survive him," Xisuma replied. "What I'm worried about is what will happen if you can't convince him. If he doesn't change, whoever goes will have to kill him, and I'm honestly not sure you can do that, Tango."

Tango swallowed hard. That wasn't something he'd considered at all, nor did he think it was something he could do. But...something told him he would be even worse off if he wasn't the one to go. This was something he had to do. He could only hope that death would be an unnecessary measure.

"I can," Tango replied, just barely managing to keep his voice firm.

Xisuma gave him a long stare, then sighed. "Okay, fine. Just please, be careful."

"I will," Tango promised. "Should I go now?"

"I guess so, while there's still plenty of night left," Xisuma agreed. "If you need help, we'll be a message away. Check Etho's base first."

Tango gave one last nod to Xisuma before taking off again. As he flew, he was painfully aware of his sword resting in its sheath against his side. He desperately hoped he wouldn't have to use it against Etho. On second thought, maybe he wasn't the right person for this job. But he wasn't going to turn back now.

The base that was normally so friendly and cheerful-looking now gave Tango chills as he landed. Structures of varying looks and heights cast eerie shadows throughout Etho's base, and the fact that it was dead silent didn't help at all. Tango struggled to stay calm as he slowly made his way through the base, his gaze flicking nervously from shadow to shadow as he watched and waited for Etho.

"So they sent you to kill me, huh?"

The whisper about gave Tango a heart attack. He spun around, frantically searching for the source of the sound, but he didn't see anything.

"Funny. I was wondering what your blood tasted like~"

Tango's heart was pounding as he continued to spin in circles, unable to find Etho. "E-Etho, stop, please..." he said, hating how his voice trembled slightly. It scared him, how much Etho had changed. "This isn't you."

"No. It's better." Etho's voice was a slight snarl, putting Tango even more on edge.

"At least come out!" Tango said desperately. He was terrified, drenched in sweat. This was by far the most exciting night he'd had in a long time, but he hated it with every rapid breath he took.

Something dropped down behind Tango. He whipped around, his heart skipping a beat as he met Etho's mismatched eyes, practically glowing with the menace they held. The temperature seemed to drop significantly, while Tango's heart rate spiked. He gulped, trembling with either cold or fear, he didn't know.

"Etho..." Tango whispered, not knowing what else to say. The now-vampire's stare didn't waver, but Tango noticed his hand slipping to his sword. "Please, Etho. Listen to me. Come back to me. I don't want to have to fight you," he begged.

Etho drew his sword. "Too bad," he said coldly as he raised the blade.

Instinctively, Tango pulled his sword out to block it. The weapons clashed, the sound breaking the quiet. Etho pulled his back to attack again, but Tango blocked. The cycle continued, neither of them giving nor taking hits. Soon, Tango's moves began to slow as he grew tired. He couldn't take this much longer.

"Etho, just stop. You're stronger than this. You can fight it," Tango said, praying Etho would listen.

"Why should I? I'm fine like this. No one can convince me otherwise," Etho hissed.

"I will!" Tango growled. "I'm not losing you, Etho!"

Fueled by his new determination, Tango began to overpower Etho. After a few more blocks and attempted hits, Tango tried a disarming move. Etho's sword flew out of his hand, leaving him defenseless.

"Now you have to listen to me," Tango said.

"I won't," Etho growled. He spread his arms, leaving his chest and ultimately his heart vulnerable. "Just finish the job, Tango. You can't change me back, and I know Xisuma gave you one other option if I didn't listen. Now do it."

"I..." Tango glanced at his sword, then at Etho. Tears pricked at his eyes and a sob escaped his throat. "I can't. I can't kill you, Etho. It would destroy me."

"Guess you're mine then." In a flash, Etho had pulled his mask down and lunged. Pain stabbed through Tango's neck as Etho's fangs sank in, and he let out a choked cry. He pulled away from Etho and pressed a hand against the wound. Etho stared at him, licking his bloody lips and fangs. Tango's stomach twisted at the sight, and his mind drifted to his communicator. Should he call for help? He was definitely in need of it. But if the others saw this, Tango had a feeling Etho wouldn't last long. Something told him there was still hope for Etho, he just had to keep trying.

"What's on your mind?"

Etho's voice, twisted into a demonic whisper, jolted Tango back to reality. He had an idea. Love confessions worked for this sort of thing in the movies, right? It was by no means sensible, but Tango was getting very desperate.

"You," Tango admitted. "I like you, Etho. A lot. And it hurts me to see you like this. I want to help you, but you need to cooperate with me."

"That's sweet. But I already told you, there's nothing to be helped. This is fine," Etho said.

"Is it?" Tango asked softly. "Are you truly okay with what you've become?"

"I-" To Tango's surprise, Etho faltered. "No. I'm not. But it's too strong for me..."

Tango's heart clenched, but he continued with new confidence. "Etho, I may not know how strong whatever this thing is, but I know for a fact you're stronger. You can beat it. I know you can."

Etho dropped to his knees, his fingers curling into fists. He whimpered softly, trembling. "It's...too strong..."

Tango sat in front of Etho and hesitantly placed a hand on his cheek, causing him to look up. "You can do it, Etho. Don't let it win."

Etho's eyes flickered and he closed them, releasing a low hiss. Tango watched anxiously as Etho battled unseen demons, mentally cheering him on. He slipped a hand into one of Etho's, and Etho's grip tightened as if it were for dear life.

Seconds turned to minutes as Etho continued to fight the glitch, urged on by Tango's words of encouragement now and then. Tango lost track of time, completely focused on Etho. It was painful watching Etho suffer, but all he could do was offer support.

Finally, Etho began to relax. His fangs began to disappear, and when his eyes fluttered open Tango noticed the normal sparkle was returning to them.

"I think...I did it..." Etho gasped.

"I think you did too!" Tango grinned. "I knew you could!"

Etho cast Tango a tired smile. "Thank you. I couldn't have done it without you, Tango."

Holding back tears, Tango wrapped his arms around Etho and pulled him close for a hug. Etho snuggled into Tango's arms in response. "I love you, Etho," Tango whispered.

"I love you too, Tango," Etho replied.

Both gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment. Then, both leaned in to meet the other's lips, letting their worries fade away as they kissed passionately.

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"It's been over an hour." Impulse turned to Xisuma, biting his lip anxiously. "You'd think if everything was fine they'd be back by now. I think we should look for them."

"I'm not sure. These things can sometimes take a while. I don't want to disturb the process," Xisuma responded.

"I'll be careful, I promise," Impulse said.

Xisuma sighed. "Okay. But try not to be seen, and don't engage unless it's absolutely necessary."

"Understood." With that, Impulse was off.

He flew over to Etho's base and landed on one of the upper areas. It was oddly quiet, and Impulse began to get worried until he looked down. Tango and Etho were curled up together, both sleeping soundly. Impulse smiled, reassured, and happy to see them both sleeping well.

As he made his way back to Xisuma, though, Impulse made a mental note to tease them about it later, like the amazing friend he was.

[mwolf0epsilon]

Silly prompt Idea for if you feel like it: BATIM but the monsters are chill to humans but are still unnerving; Sammy doesn't care about sacrificing people and is instead constantly trying to commit theophagy, Alice just covers the ruined half of her face with a mask instead of seeking perfection but sings songs about dismembering people anyway, the projectionist is tame and comes when you 'Pspspspspsps' at him but he also plays with corpses. etc.

Summary: Sometimes Joey liked to shake things up a bit to keep Henry on his toes, but this particular loop was probably the weirdest of them all...

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Joey Drew was a creature of positively maddening habit. He'd demonstrated this since he was but a little child, eager to run from the church service and get grass stains on his Sunday best, ready to go on imaginary adventures with his one best friend in the whole wide world. Indeed, a day could not go by where Joey and Henry didn't play pretend in the latter's backyard.

Now as an old and bitter man in a wheelchair, the same still proved to be unfortunately true, although the setting was much different. He'd drag himself out of bed every day, completed his routine, then off he went to put his "toys" and supposed best friend through the same nightmare over and over again.

Surely doing the same old charade had to grow stale even for him, right? Well... That's why once in a blue moon, Joey tried to get a little... Creative.

Henry found that he hated those times more than being a prisoner to a never-ending loop, because the unpredictable nature of Joey's creativity was truly something out of his nightmares. Such was his dilemma now.

The first sign that all was not as it should be was the fact the pedestals that allowed the Ink Machine to be turned on, were already prepared and ready to go. Items placed in their rightful positions awaiting the flick of a switch. The second sign was the apprehensive behaviour of the demon, upon Henry triggering its first appearence in this loop. It didn't jump out at him, instead merely pulled itself out of the ink with something akin to frustration.

"You too uh?" Henry felt for the wretched creature, knowing that it was as unwilling a participant in this show as he was. He also knew that it disliked when Joey shook up the plot a bit because it often ended with it finding a more painful demise.

The Ink Demon said nothing in return, but motioned for him to go with it's uneven limbs. Different or not, the path was a linear one and Henry had to go about everything as if it were a normal run... Except it was anything but. The Music Department was proof enough of that.

He fell through the floor, had the usual visions, acquired a fire axe, and was ready to find the music director creeping about as usual. Instead, the old veteran came face to face with a religious service in full swing.

Searchers and Lost Ones, gurgling and reciting along to whatever "words of god" Sammy Lawrence was currently preaching, were sitting in makeshift booths.

Several alters set up for the Ink Demon were brimming with offerings of dolls, trinkets and cans of bacon soup. So many, many, cans of bacon soup. Brought in by the members in attendance.

Henry paused, completely taken by surprise by this... Arrangement. If anyone noticed his presence, no one seemed bothered about it. If anything, Sammy glanced once at him and merely continued his sermons, giving Henry ample time to accomplish his tasks in the music department.

As he collected the abandoned pressure valve (because Jack had apparently also gone to the "Sunday service"), Henry wondered if the mad maestro would just let him leave peacefully.

When no blow came from behind, he felt pretty satisfied with the outcome. Until he had to pass by the large gathering of ink people again, that is...

The sermons had apparently come to a close, and it was about the time church goers were to perform their theophagy ritual. Henry expected them to just eat the soup as their "body and blood of god", but of course why would any sane man think that these people who followed the ramblings of a mad Prophet, would do so much as dare a glance at an offering to their Lord?

No, Henry should have honestly known better, and he came to a complete stop as he watched the once-respectable composer push a cage full of live rats, and a bowl full of ink, into the center of the room.

"Feast now brothers and sisters, for one day this flesh will allow us to regain our own physical bodies. But let us not forget our Lord's blessings. May drinking his blood infuse us with the courage we need to commit to such ritualistic prayer."

Henry didn't stick around to watch the "feasting", but the shrill screeching of rats and wet crunching of bones followed him all the way to Buddy's safehouse, where the poor cartoon wolf looked just as disgusted and horrified as him. Fur standing on end just as Henry's own skin got goosebumps.

Thoroughly disturbed by what he'd witnessed, the old cartoonist knew to be on guard for whatever came next. While the Ink Demon seemed to just linger and let them pass, Alice Angel was still a supposed threat he needed to contend with. Joey didn't do much with her, as far as petty resentment towards Susie went, so he expected a struggle. He didn't expect a cabaret show.

There, in a room fixed up to look like a stage with Butcher Gang clones working as some sort of bar staff, stood the malicious lady herself, performing with a mask fashioned from an Alice Angel cutout's head.

The left side serving to hide her deformities, while she seductively swung her hips to the beat of a song that was certainly less cartoony and more sensual. A tango of some sort, or perhaps even jazz. Henry had a bit of a tin ear, so he couldn't really tell...

She was pretty content just singing and dancing, although her words were ones that put both he and Buddy on edge.

Sweet words that romanticized death and dismemberment, because nothing spelled angelic mercy like hearing about your innards getting torn out and used in ways he dare not speak of.

At least the whiskey was nice, likely pillaged from a couple of employees's offices.

Wherever Henry went, he found no real danger. This loop was just weird. Of course before moving onto Bendyhell to see what in God's name Joey might have done to subdue Bertrum, Alice did ask him to check up on Norman.

He'd at least hoped the Projectionist was behaving as intended... Except he wasn't. Of course he wasn't. Henry nearly backed off into the lift as soon as he realized the hulking beast was playing with the remains of its dead prey, and then nearly straight up pissed himself when that blazing light fell upon him and his lupine companion.

But then the large beast did something unexpected. It lumbered slowly towards them rather than rushing them, and then gently head-butted Henry's arm, purring like a big twisted cat of some kind.

Buddy shrugged at him when he looked over with a raised brow, before the old cartoonist sighed and gave the object-headed beast a few scratches on the "chin" and left it to its... Morbid activities. Playing with its mangled food like an actual cat...

Bendyhell in contrast, was quite pleasant. Abuzz with the cheers of Lost Ones having fun with the games and rides. Bertrum looked annoyed, but entertained his guests nonetheless. Henry Eve caught sight and waved at the dancing animatronic that ran about checking in on the Lost Ones that were having a blast. Hopefully none belonged to Sammy's church, lest poor Bertrum ended up dealing with upchucked rat remains... Best not think of that.

The encounter with Allison and Tom was postponed to the giant Ink Machine itself. They were in the Ink Demon's throne room, playing card games with it. The absolute look of boredom twisting its grin into a grimace.

"You know what, I don't even care enough to ask..." He threw up his hands in surrender and simply say down with them. "What are we playing?"

"Go fish. At the best of three, then you can end this nightmare..." Allison sighed.

"Amen to that..." He took the hand the Ink Demon shuffled for him, then joined in their game, allowing Buddy to sit down besides him to doodle away in his notebook.

If Joey was going to weird him out with his freaky jokes, at least Henry would get back at him by leaving him waiting in his stuffy old apartment.

[not-laracroft]

Hopelessly Devoted To You - David Dobrik

Part One. Part Two.

Quickest summary: (Y/N) is so in love with her best friend that she can’t take it anymore and tries to get over him at some random USC party, but sincerely fails.

Warnings: There isn’t much interactions between David and the reader in this one but it does have a lot of the readers thoughts. 

I don't how many times I could possibly smile in his direction without breaking apart into a complete and utter mess. He is my everything. He doesn't know that but it’s true. I know the feeling is definitely not a mutual one, but he brought me clarity. Friends that’s all we’ll ever be and I could care less if he didn’t care for me as more than a friend. His companionship was all that I needed; it was my warmth during the rare, cool breezes of the arid Los Angeles air. I’d die for him and I wouldn't even blink to saying it if asked. 

I know it sounds stupid and cheesy, but I am hopeless, irrevocably devoted to David Julian Dobrik.

He’d always seen me as nothing more than a kid sister and although the thought made me sad it was understandable. He and Liza had been together for two years only up until about a year ago, and I was definitely not trying to shoot my shot. Who was I to tell one of my best friends that I had the hots for them for the past fifteen plus years? I’d seen him grow from Vine and into this huge YouTube personality with over ten million subscribers. The shy little boy who’d come over to play was now a man grown into his own persona and maybe it was the ambition that I had seen early on that drew me in to stay or his toothy grin that made the butterflies in my stomach flip since I was about five. But, I knew where our relationship stood.

I hear someone snapping their fingers to get me out of my lovesick tunnel vision thoughts to be face to face with a handsome guy that was definitely not David. This guy had a certain charm to him the kind that gave of a very ‘bad-boy’ vibe and it intrigued me. His eyes were a sharp contrast from David’s soft chocolate orbs as they were a very true forest green with golden specks in them. His face was also contrasting as David’s sweet round face drastically was compared to this chiseled dimpled Greek god-like being. He looked straight out of a GQ magazine cover with his smoldering features and killer grin, if I was any other girl I would have swooned.

“What’s a beauty like yourself doing out here all alone?” His accented voice even made me think of the slight Slovak twang in David’s as this green-eyed god had a very pronounced hot Aussie accent. Maybe this was fate finally taking my obsession with my best friend away and it kind of hurt, “You mean me?” I questioned obviously knowing he was talking to me as I coyly focused my attention on him, “Of course, darling. The name’s Gregor.” He extended a very, muscular rough hand in my direction and I cautiously placed my clammy hand in his, “(Y/N), uhm, hi, I guess.” I nervously answer with a giggle thrown in. He pulled my hand to his plump lips to place a brief kiss on my knuckles, “Again, what are you doing here alone? If I had a bird like you I’d never let you leave my side.”

God he was charming and something in the pits I’d hidden from all my years of a one-sided romance came to use and that something was courage. Courage to date or be dated. “I don’t know, but I know I’m not alone anymore.” He smiled at me as I answered feeling like I was betraying my very core principals. But, what the hell? It’s not like David would ever feel the same about me. Maybe this was the push I needed to move on. To forget him and simply be a friend, but even then I didn’t want something I’ve built and ingrained into me to die. Plus I’ve only known this guy for literally a short two minute and my mind is immediately jumping at a million miles a millisecond.

We started conversing as the music and the moving of sweaty, inebriated bodies flowed behind us. I’d learned that he was born in Perth and lived there all his life until getting a scholarship to USC, which happened to be where this party was, and I told him about Vernon Hills and my life. I greatly avoided the elephant that seemed to be looming in the back of my head and that I noticed was focused completely on Zane and his usual drunken shenanigans--David. We had decided to move to the backyard to be able to hear the other and he was a decent enough guy, but I was thinking back to my one-sided true love. And, I guess Greg noticed and I generally felt bad.

“So, which one is it?” He suddenly asked with a sullen tone, “Was it the guy drunk off his ass or the guy filming him? Because I’m definitely not trying to compete with your boyfriend or whatever.” He chuckled as I sighed looking at the stars above us and it made me realize that whatever I tried to do wouldn’t make me forget David. I smile as I look into Greg’s beautiful sad eyes, “Have you ever been in love with someone you’ve known your whole life?” He shakes his head with a small smile as if to encourage me to go on, “Well, that’s me and that guy,” I state tirelessly, “the one filming, his name’s David. For as long as I can remember I’ve held the biggest, fiery torch for this dufus. He’s funny and such a big caring baby that has such a big heart, too. I honestly can’t understand how such a person like that even exists it even scares me at times how selfless he is. I hope he never hears this because I’d probably die of embarrassment.” The wind must’ve moved a piece of my hair because I felt his hand putting it behind my ear. He looked so handsome and it hurt that I couldn’t love someone like him, “I know you barely know me and you’re like in love with this guy. It’s also a weird question to ask someone but can I kiss you?” He asks tenderly and sincere melting my heart a tad bit. The first time I got kissed was definitely not my choice it was also the worst experience of my life as David was watching me kiss some slimy preteen in our middle school that slipped my tongue. I nod leaning in and planting my lips onto his and began to tango.

His kiss was rough and a bit sloppy, but generally not that bad. His hand that had moved my hair behind my ear was now entangled in my hair as one of my hands was set placed on his knee while the other held me firmly to the ground and his other hand was pulling me towards him. It was hot. Hotter than even then anything random kiss I’d felt before. He tasted like tobacco and coconuts with a hint of weed lingering in the background with hot breath and gods did he like to be dominant.

As I felt his hand creep slightly into the underneath of the hem of my shirt, we were rudely but thankfully interrupted by the sound of the sliding door of the frat house. “Yo, David come look it’s (Y/N) and some rando getting it, dog.” I hear the sound of Dom’s obnoxious voice scream into the crowd of people in search of said person. Because, I’m a stupid hoe I keep going at it for a hot minute because why not I haven’t been kissed by anyone in a while that’s until I feel a hand pulling me from Greg. It’s David.

[carrietrekkie]

Crossroads

Part I - I never wanted to do that.

Hello!

This one starts with a difficult decision and a little less Chris in it(Sorry for that, but he has his big moment in the next one.) Its three parts long, here is the first. Belongs to my Pike x Cathrin(OC) Story.

Warnings: Blood, violence, death,…

Tags: @bold-brave-courageous @allthetrek

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Tyler’s eyes had something of a teacher who didn´t know what to do with his student. Like me, he stupidly had no choice.

The whole thing had started as kind of flight lesson, but then we had received a weak emergency call and since the shuttle was already on the move, Pike had decided that we could take a look at it. We all counted on a false alarm, but were instantly better informed when our shuttle exited Warp. The small cargo ship in front of us drove impulsively in the room, didn´t respond to our calls and the scans indicated that his crew, apart from a few, irregular signs of life, was no longer available. Tyler had dropped the shuttle in the hangar and continued to direct me into my first field mission. “Okay, I don´t like it, but I cannot look around in it all by myself.” He pulled out a gear belt, put it over me and closed it in front. “Too tight?” “I don´t know?” I watched him, a mixture of excitement and naked fear dancing tango in my stomach. “What should happen with it?” “Communicator.” He held out the box to me, I put it away. “Tricorder.” I reached for the device. He sighed, then slipped something into my belt, dropped slightly to his knees, and fastened a strap around my thigh. “Phaser.” He turned and picked up one of the weapons from the wall.

“Great.” I joined his sigh. “Must that be?” “It’s regulation. You will not need it.” “Your word in God’s ear canal.” I grinned at him, then I looked at the black weapon in my hand. “It’s set for stun.” Ash just put his own gun away, then leaned in to me. “So you change the attitude, well as I said, we don´t need that.” “But good to know.” Then I grabbed the phaser and looked at it. “And now?” He activated the opener for the ramp on the small spaceship, lifted his phaser lightly and we watched as it lowered and dulled on the ground. Slowly we left the ship and entered the freighter. Tyler threw a small ball in the air, which immediately began to collect data. “I’m not a pro, but it’s pretty quiet here.” I turned briefly around my axis, it was dark and cold. “Which would made our theory that the com system just has failed, for the ton.” Ash nodded towards the exit. “Let’s start on the bridge.” “What’s that thing?” I looked at our companion. “An observation drone. It tracks our movements and can help us if we lose our bearings. ” “That would be my part then.” I smiled at him, he returned it, then we moved on. Also out here it was very quiet. The lights flashed and some sparks flew through the area. “What happened here?” “It looks like an overvoltage has damaged the wires.” Ash glanced at one of the displays, which, too, flickered only lightly. He typed something in. “But the computer doesn´t give anything.” “So in the old-fashioned way.” “I allow myself to claim that we both understand two completely different things about that.” “That could be quite possible.” I glanced back over my shoulder. “How big is such a cargo ship?” “That depends on the class.” Tyler pointed to the left. “There are some that are just big enough for a few containers, some so huge that they can transport all the equipment needed to rebuild a colony.”

“Wow, like a ship of the galaxy class?” I took a quick look into the corridor that went off to the right, this was empty too. “What’s a galaxy class ship?” Tyler raised an eyebrow. “Well, the Enterprise.” I looked at him. “Um no.” Now he came up to me. “The Enterprise belongs to the Constitution class.” “Oh.” I pulled my eyebrows together. “Are you alright?” “Yes.” I didn´t take my smile off myself. “Yeah, all right, that just happened to me somehow like that.” I kept pointing, then I started walking and he followed me. “Do you have that more often?”

“This was the first time since Talos.” I thought for a moment. “And the first time it relates to anything other than the people I met here.” “What do you make of it?” “I don´t know.” I squinted at him. “Above all, I don´t know if I should tell you.” He laughed briefly. “It was enough for me Prescot missed a hell of a trip, I don´t want to know what Leland comes up with.” “Captain Leland is a lot less bad.” Tyler shook his head for a moment. “You know how that sounded?” “Yes, but it was already out of my mouth.”

We turned a corner and both stopped dead in our tracks. In front of us, a trail of blood spread, which quickly ended in a pool of blood. “Oh, bad.” I glanced at him. “Okay, you need the phaser.” “I was afraid you would say that.” I did, however, comply with his order. Slowly we moved on.

“Carefully.” Tyler made me understand that I should stay behind him, then we started. As we passed the bloodstain, I lit it with the Phaser’s faint lamp. "Is that pink?” Again my brain threw a rag and I answered myself. “Klingons have pink blood.” “How do you know that?” I raised an eyebrow, he did it to me. “Yes, right, sorry. However, that does not make our situation any better. ” “I thought there was peace between the Klingon Empire and the Federation?” I had to see that I got on with my research. “That’s the way it is, but not everyone sees it and there are always black sheep´s. Even in the Federation. ” “Ohh, that I know.”

“Stop.” He stretched out his arm and I ran into it, then saw what alarmed him. A few feet away, a body lay on the ground. “I hate to say it, could be your responsibility.” “My responsibility?” “Medicine and so on? I’m not up to it.” “Mmh.” I followed him to the body, then dropped the phaser. “I don´t think I’m comfortable with it.” Slowly, I went to my knees and pulled the tricorder anyway. Tyler had been so far-sighted as to give me a medical one. “And I don´t think this thing is familiar with it either.” I tried to get out of the confusing data that the device showed me. “Okay, he seems to be dead.”

Tyler didn´t say anything, instead he stood behind me, his weapon at the ready and alerted to the tips of his hair. “Do you see why?” “I cannot see any big injuries.” I knelt down and leaned over the dead man. “Or something that looks like the hit of a weapon.” “But?” He looked over my shoulder. “He looks sick. He has bled from the body orifices I can see. "I refrained from pulling up his eyelids, but I was sure they would be bloodshot. "His skin looks swollen and sore.” I raised the phaser and lit it up. “Apparently he has also bleed out of his digestive system.” Now I lit Tyler. “I suppose Klingons have such organs?” His answer was another slate look. “Hey, I’ve never seen a real Klingon, so apart from you and I think that doesn´t count.” He started walking up and down a few steps. “Maybe 50 percent.”

“Do you know what a hemorrhagic fever is?” Now he looked at me questioningly. “It is a virus form on   Earth, maybe something exists on other planets, unfortunately I don´t know that.” I got up again. “It’s a cruel way to die, the organs liquefy, you bleed from all orifices in the body, and if you don´t burn till high fever, you’ll suffocate your own blood or bleed inside.” “Get out!” “I didn´t touch him.” I stared at Tyler as he came to me wide-eyed, grabbing my arm and starting to pull me away. “Ash, what’s up?” “This is not a good sign.” He pointed to the corpse. “It’s contagious and far more dangerous than what you’ve just told me.” When I finally adjusted to his pace, he let go of me. “He was certainly not alone.” “If you wanted to scare me.”

Then something crashed into Ash with unimaginable force, knocking him off his feet, flinging him against the nearest wall, before twisting with a gruesome growl.

“Oh, great God.”

I backed away as my brain caught what was building up in front of me. So that was a Klingon, alive and apparently angry. “Ash!” I looked around frantically, then my eyes fell on the phaser in my hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tyler wobbly on his legs, shaking his head, then running and leaping with all his might against the attacker in front of me.

The Klingon swung a kind of sword. Tyler bent down and the blade missed him very sharply, but she caught me by the arm. I shouted for a moment, rolling over and falling to the ground. The phaser slipped out of my hand and down the hall a few yards away. A scream made me drive around and I could just see the Klingon twisted Tylers arm and slammed him against the door frame, dazed, he fell to the ground and remained lying. “Ash!”

Panic crept up in me as the Klingon now turned back to me. Growling, he came slowly closer. I felt like a prey he had chosen to play with. I pushed away and crawled toward the phaser on the ground more than I ran, but something caught my boot and pulled me back just as my fingers tips reached the gun’s handle. Helplessly I had to watch as it slipped away and the Klingon dragged me back. I reached out with my free leg and kicked him as hard as I could against his nose. He hissed and released me. Blood spurted from it, but I paid no attention to it, came to my feet, stumbled to my gun, tore it up and squeezed. Horrified, I watched him stumble for a moment, shaking himself as if the stun beam were an annoying insect, then he relented.

“Cathrin!” Tyler came slowly to himself, so I slowed down and was lucky that the beefy Klingon had not expected that and took a moment to realize that I ran past him to Tyler. “Ash, come on, we have to get out of here!” I grabbed him under hia arm and was surprised to find that despite his slender figure, he was surprisingly heavy. Behind us our attacker roared, drew another weapon and rushed towards us. “Shoot ‘em.” Ash could hardly speak in pain, but somehow managed to shove his phaser into my hand. I raised the gun and squeezed again. Again no effect. Ash rolled his eyes and began to slide out of my arms again. “Shit.”

I hesitated a moment, then turned the phaser fully open and pointed it forward again. But then I couldn´t do it. I couldn´t shoot. Tyler tore me down with him again, again he had to fight for his consciousness, but I with very different things. When the Klingon screamed again, he stood directly in front of us, his sword raised and his gaze fixed on Tyler. But before he could deliver the fatal blow, something inside me burned and I pulled the trigger. The strong beam hit him right on the head and I could see right away that this time it didn´t missed his effect. A terrible grunt slipped from his throat as he folded over me and fell to my feet.

I gasped and slipped back a bit, but before I could bang through, a pained sound from Tyler’s direction stopped me. “Ash!” I slipped over to him. He was bleeding from a cut on his cheek, his lip was slightly torn and he held his arm. “Can you get up?” “Yeah, just get out of here.” He scrambled to his feet and this time I somehow managed to get him on his feet. “This way.” “Okay.” I put his good arm over my shoulders and hoped he would have the strength to get through to the shuttle. Surprised by myself, we found the way back to the hangar faster than expected. I dragged him into the shuttle, slid down to the floor, and closed the ramp with a quick handshake. Nobody would get through that for now. Completely exhausted, I slapped myself on the floor, my muscles burned, my heart beat so hard it was almost blowing, and every breath burned like crazy. The fabric of my uniform was sticking to me and my hands were shaking.

“Ahhh.” Tyler rolled away when the attempt to get up failed. “Wait.” I pulled myself together, grabbed the first aid kit and crawled to him. I pulled out a tricorder, then crossed his arm. “He dislocated your shoulder.” “What you don´t say.” He squinted hard. “Do you have painkillers in there?” “If we don´t fix that, you might lose your arm.” I started looking for a hypospray. “Muscle Relaxation.”

Annoyed, I dumped the case and searched for an ampoule of the drug. “Ah.” I put it in the spray and pressed it to Tyler’s neck. “Do you want to tell me what this is going to be?” “I don´t think so.” I smiled weakly at him. “Sit up.” With a groan, he responded to the request. I loaded an ampoule of the strongest painkiller I found into the spray, then I inject it. “It should be better now.” “Okay and what’s that for?” “You´ll notice.” I grabbed his arm, knelt in front of him and looked at him. “Sorry.” “What?”

I pressed his upper body against the wall and then his arm back until I heard it crack loudly. It even hurt me. That he was screaming so much didn´t really make it any better. “Are you crazy !?” He glared at me evilly. “It would have been even worse if I had warned you.” I let go of his arm and dropped back onto my feet. “I’m sorry, but now it should be better immediately.” He took a breath, apparently he wanted to scold another round, but just when he opened his mouth, he apparently decided otherwise.

“I’m right.” I raised my eyebrows. “You are.” Carefully, he began to move his injured arm. “What was that?” I got up from the floor and looked out the window of the shuttle. “I guess, pirates, looters. Will you help me? ” “Sure.” I went back and helped him get up. “Slowly.” “Whoa, what did you give me?” He held his head. “Not that it doesn´t feel good.” “A relaxant and painkiller.” I brought him forward and just wanted to put him in the pilot’s seat as he waved off.

“No, this place.” He swung himself into the co-pilot’s. “If I lose consciousness, you have to fly the ship.” “Sure.” I grinned at him. “Any other wishes?” “You’re fine.” Now he grinned. “Can you still pull yourself together a little bit?” I started to ran up the shuttle’s systems. “I have no idea what I have to do.” Somehow I managed to get the engines started. “Oh, look at that.” Tyler sank back into the seat. “Something stuck. Now this switch. ” “Okay.” I followed his finger, then accelerated and left this inhospitable place. “How did I set a course?” I looked to the right, but instead of answering, Tyler’s head rolled backwards. “Ash!” I yelled at him, which made him start up again. “Don´t leave me alone now.” “Trying to connect Discovery, maybe they could pick us up.” “Yeah, that sounds good.” I looked out the window. “Could they shoot us?” “I think that’s unlikely.”

Tyler’s breathing was heavy, he fought the medications and the stuff that his own body was spilling out, but he wouldn´t be able to last forever. “What these Klingons had, also attacks the logical thinking. They only act, react. ” “Yeah well, save your energy, it’ll take a while before we get home.” I tried to remember Kelya’s flying lesson and carried out the necessary orders to reach Discovery.

“Shuttle three to Discovery, come in, please.” I listened to the silence that followed. “Shuttle three, here Discovery, we’ll hear you.” Pike’s voice came from the Con, shortly thereafter the screen came on and we saw the bridge. “Everything OK?” “Um, no, not really.” I smiled quickly. “We were attacked when we entered the damaged ship.” “Who attacked you?” “Klingon.” I was aware that my voice sounded a bit shrill. “And they were huge and incredibly bad. Well, actually it was only one. ” “Cathrin.” Ash muttered softly. “Oh, right. Tyler is injured and busy not totally losing consciousness. ”

“Where are you?” Pike signaled to Owo and I could see her fingers flying over the console. “I don´t know.” My eyes darted over the displays of the shuttle. “How…” “Quiet, we’ll help you through.” Pike turned to Burnham. “Can we find them?” “As long as they keep the frequency open, that should not be a problem.” “See,” he turned back to us. “All good.” I smiled crooked, then something else caught my attention. “There are a lot of colorful lights here all at once.” I squinted. “I think the cargo ship explodes!” “Start the impulse engines!” Pikes voice let me twitch briefly. “Left from you. Fingers on the control and slowly push forward. ” It took me a second to find the control panel, then I put my fingers on it and executed Pike’s instructions.

“Good.” He tried to smile encouragingly, well, as far as I could see, then I felt the blast of the collapsing freighter hit our hull and before I knew it, Tyler and I flung it out of the seats and threw ourselves through the small spaceship. Tyler slapped the floor, lay there and I rolled to my back. “Cathrin! Do you hear us? "That was Michael’s voice. "Ash, get in touch!” “Detmer set course, max Warp.” I opened my eyes, rolling over and cursing softly. “I clearly spend too much time on the ground of those things.” I scrambled up from them and looked ahead. The shuttle had turned and I could see the still smoldering remains of the freighter. “Shuttle three please respond!”

“Yeah, here Zimmer, we’re still alive, just shaken up a bit.” I went to Tyler and turned him carefully on the back. “Right now you are really to be envied.” Then it flashed again. A blue beam covered the ship and I felt something pull us backwards. “Discovery here, we have you.” “Understood.” I slumped against the wall next to Tyler, then closed my eyes briefly and didn´t open them until I felt the shuttle touched down and opened from the outside.

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Stray Kids Maknae Line Reaction To You Being An Amazing Dancer

Hey! This is my first responce to an ask. I get asked to write a lot, but I usually don’t, so here’s a treat for @neobts !!!!

Ask: I know you don't usually do asks but could you do stray kids maknae line reaction to you their girlfriend being a rly good dancer? Thanks so much!!!!

Jisung

You had mentioned to Jisung that you had danced at a studio when you were in middle school, and that it was a hobby of yours, but he has neglected to remember your habbit of understating your abilities in almost everything you were actually good at. Now, as he watched you memorize choreography like it was second nature with Minho, who was also very impressed, he felt like he really needed to learn more about you. What couldn't you do? You crushed him in piano tiles, you drew anime characters like a professional, you were far more skilled at guitar than him, you could memorise tons of raps and rap them well, and now you could dance? Jisung was seriously considering forcing you to sing for him just to see if you could be a powerhouse in that department too.

"You need to sing for me."

"Why?"

".......science."

Hyunjin

Hyunjin hadn't known what to expect when he had asked you to dance for him. The other members were there too, and now, as you execute the entirety of the My Pace choreography like it's no big deal, he realizes that he should have expected a lot more. Or, just like expected J. Lo to jump out of your body. Which, when he thinks about it, it's almost like she did. You, his tall, skinny, gangly, and clumsy space shot of a girlfriend who likes to sit in her room cuddled up in a fuzzy blanket reading books and drinking tea, was in no way the person he was watching hit sharp moves like they were second nature.

“Y/N-ah! Where are you! I don’t know this dancing macine!”

"What are you talking about, I'm right here!"

"No, that's J. Lo!"

Seungmin

"C'mon Y/N! Just try to dance, it doesn't matter if you're good or not!"

Seungmin was dead set on getting you to dance. It didn't matter what he needed to do, he was going to get you to do something. Anything. He had seen a couples tango contest online and he wanted you two to record a video and enter. You were hesitant, considering you hadn't danced in years, but your boyfriend was just so cute that you couldn't resist.

"Fine, but only because you are so adorable."

"Yay!"

The two of you danced, and wow, if Seungmin didn't love you before, he certainly did now.

"My tango princess!"

"Omg Seungmin STOP!!"

Felix

Now this boy was prepared to beat you in a dance battle. 110% ready to take you down. He had challenged you to a b-boying fight with every intention of winning, but when you popped out a head spin and got all up in his face with some footwork, well, Mr. Deep Voice was FLOORED. He knew he liked you, heck, you two were dating, but suddenly you were so much more attractive.

"Geez. Why did you never tell me you could dance like this??!"

"Idk it's just a passtime."

"JuSt a paSsTiME hUh."

Jeongin

Jeongin was having an internal crisis. This, he knew quite well. You, his beautiful girlfriend, was showing him the choreography to My Pace (he had been needing help) and since WHEN could you move like that! Jeongin could feel his face flush red.

"One sec, I,,,,,uh,,,,gotta go get a drink of water."

"Are you ok? You look red I can get you anything you need."

"No,,,,it's ok."

And then you're all like "uwuuuuu" when he leaves because ofc you know why he went to get water you aren't blind lmfao what a shy baby bean.

Thank you so much for reading! I'll make more in the future. Then you can expect a master list! ;)

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Raw recap & reactions: The Hurt Business, New Day go to war

Big Poppa I love an overarching thread with multiple twists, turns, and a logical conclusion. Monday Night Raw set it off this week with a match pitting WWE Champion Big E vs Bobby Lashley. Lashley truly believes E can’t beat him, which explains all the rationalization he’s done since the All Mighty added “former WWE Champion” to his resume. Their opening match, which was ill in all the right ways, showcased a dominant Lashley and the reinstatement of the Hurt Business. Yes, ladies and gents, the Hurt Business is apparently back in business. Once Shelton Benjamin and Cedric Alexander made their presence known, Xavier Woods and Kofi Kington stepped in. A brawl ensued, a DQ was handed out, and it was the best kind of chaos. Adam Pearce, clearly not a fan of anything he saw, said the match would continue later tonight in a steel cage. No Hurt Business, no New Day. Just Lashley x E trapped in twisted steel. These two cats didn’t disappoint. Besides the brutality of the match, it was the clear desperation both men showed. Bobby Lashley needed to beat E to prove his point. Before the bell rang, got all of the upper hands on the champ. Lashley didn’t want to leave anything to chance and wanted every advantage he could muster. If that meant tossing E around the floor before the match officially started, then so be it. If that meant calling the Hurt Business down to do business, that’s cool too. E needed to beat the All Mighty to shut him and anyone else up who believes he’s not a legitimate champion. Despite the pre-match ass whooping, E lit Lashley up like a pinball machine once the bell rang. He used the cage to his advantage every now and then, but he wanted to overpower the man. It wasn’t just about proving he was the better man; E needed to prove he was the stronger man. In every good or great wrestling match, a character flaw is shown and exploited. Early in the match, we got ours from Lashley. Rather than continue to go for pin attempts, Lashley tried climbing out. Corey Graves, a man who should make it his business to be Flava Flav to Lashley’s Chuck D, said Bobby wants to win the title in dramatic fashion. Bobby’s ego didn’t allow him to just take the W when it was right there; he had to showboat and continue his pattern of habitual line stepping. E stopped him from getting out and tried to do a Big Ending from the top rope, but alas, it wasn’t meant to be. Not yet anyway. We even got a tease of a Hurt Business x New Day feud I’m dying to see. When Shelton and Cedric interfered to stop the champ from climbing out, Woods and Kofi represented as they should. Woods, in particular, looked like a man who needs a belt around his waist when he slammed the cage door on Bobby Lashley’s head, and superkicked Cedric back to Main Event. No diss to the man or Main Event, but yeah, you get the point. Once the four men were finally in the locker room, E and Lashley continued their war. That desperation I mentioned showed up again as both men had chances to walk out of the gate. When Lashley tried to walk out, E grabbed his arm as many times as possible. When E looked ready to saunter out, Lashley grabbed his ankle. They were literally holding on for dear life because the title, and beating each other, means that much to them. Neither man wanted to stay down and neither could stay down. E survived a spear and a spine buster, while Lashley survived multiple suplexes and a Big Ending. But when the challenger had the champion in a precarious position, his fatal flaw reared its ugly head again. Rather than walk out the gate or go for a pinfall, he once again decided to climb out of the ring, apparently learning nothing from earlier. E caught him again and this time, he nailed the Big Ending from the top rope. 1-2-3. While basking in the moment, a familiar tune blasted out of the arena speakers and Drew McIntyre, sword in hand, made his intentions known to the champ. We didn’t get a fight—and still no swordplay—but it’s clear Drew Mac wants a fight and E is ready to give it to him. I hope this isn’t the last tango the Hurt Business and New Day do, but this was a fantastic story and match. In just a few weeks, E and Bobby told a succinct story with a logical conclusion. Well done, boys. Priest x Sheamus Get Extreme I didn’t think they’d get me. After seeing Sheamus and Damian Priest go blow for blow over the United States Championship for several weeks, I got it. Priest is better than Sheamus right now. How many times can they tell the same story? Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t put money on that because the extreme rules stipulation was the proper escalation of a feud built on physicality. As usual with most matches like this in WWE these days, they start out wrestling until one guy realizes they can use kendo sticks, chairs, and whatever plunder they can find. Chekov’s table made an early appearance thanks to the champ, and he suffered a White Noise for his troubles. In fact, with Sheamus’ history as a brawler, one might think this was the perfect match for him to finally best the Infamous one and snatch back the gold. Right? Yeah, about that. We’ve seen Priest outsmart Sheamus in their previous matches. Even last night, he was just quicker to the draw than the Celtic Warrior. This week, Priest showed he’s the better man physically as well. He survived Sheamus’ best shots, and, in my favorite spot of the night, threw a chair at the man’s face to counter a Brogue Kick. Ultimately, Sheamus met his...reckoning...after going through a table in the corner of the ring, and then taking a Reckoning. This should be the last gasp in this feud. The draft is Friday, and these two have fought each other enough. Damian needs more challengers, and Sheamus might benefit from a change of scenery. Good ending to a story that went a long way in making Damian a legit tough cat and not someone you want to mess with. Extracurriculars Words from Goldberg’s Garage Goldberg doesn’t know what kind of a papa Bobby Lashley is. Clearly, Lashley isn’t the type to have a painting of his arm and his baby clinging to said arm on his wall. But that aside, Goldberg wants to fulfill a promise he made to his wife and his son to always protect the latter, at all costs. If he’s lucky, he’ll get to kill Lashley. This is a good story because its relatable and understandable. Lashley hurt Goldberg’s son, Goldberg wants his pound of flesh. And you know what? I hope he gets it. Goldberg’s never been the best promo but that worked because it felt real and I’m riding with the old man. Finally Phenomenal AJ Styles can pretty much do anything he wants in a wrestling ring with anyone he chooses to do it with. Styles and Riddle put on a dope television match that, at times, looked like someone was legitimately hurt. From a story standpoint, he needed this W. AJ’s racked up several Ls over several weeks, and looked anything but phenomenal. That changed this week and it was beautiful to watch. Charlotte Has no Time for This Either Charlotte Flair wasted an open challenge on Doudrop because, duh, Eva Marie isn’t finished with her former “friend” yet. Anyone who knows wrestling saw this coming from 25 miles away, so it’s not shocking. However, it is disappointing because there’s no end in sight to this thing between Doudrop and Eva plus it ruins her first title match. No one was served well here, so consider it a swing and a miss. And yet.. Raw moves fast. Remember when I said it looks like we’re still doing this thing with Eva and Doudrop? Like I just said it? Scratch that. Eva got on the mic and said she should be Raw’s champion of women. What’s more, she believes she can beat any woman in locker room. This brought out an angry Shayna Baszler, who did to Eva the same thing she did to Nia Jax last week. I guess WWE thought Shayna would get booed for this? Handsome Finish Angel Garza x Erik danced for a bit as a breather after the hot opening segment. It was a glorified squash as Garza got the W. Reggie Lives to Fight Another Day Silly me for thinking Richochet was getting a real chance to get some gold around his waist. Instead of a match filled with cats getting higher than a giraffe, we only got a taste of that until R-Truth, Drake Maverick, and friends interfered. Wherever this ride is going, I want off. That’s no Bear, That’s a BearCAT Tozawa, fresh off another 24-7 embarrassment, demanded a match with anyone. Out came the newly minted Keith “Bearcat” Lee. This is obviously a reboot for the former limitless one. And he looks good. He looks like someone I need to take seriously. But Bearcat? Really? I guess if you’re going to debut that nickname, Cincinnati is the right place. If only Lee wasn’t from Texas. Matching Capes Nikki A.S.H. wants matching capes for Super Brutality. Rhea Ripley isn’t convinced. Six Man Chaos Jeff Hardy, Mansoor, & Mustafa Ali vs. Jinder Mahal, Shanky, & Veer battled in the ongoing saga of Jeff Hardy wandering from position to position on Monday nights. This was a quick hitter that didn’t last long enough to get good or bad. Jinder and the boys got the W as the holding pattern before the draft continues. He’s the Commanding Officer Now Another squash/holding pattern match between Karrion Kross and Jaxson Ryker. They’re building Kross as a dominant super shredder, one who even poked fun at Ryker’s military service. It was a nice touch and added personality to a guy who needs as much as he can to overcome that look. Raw was good this week. The show moved at a good clip, was bookended by two dope matches that told one long story, and was mostly entertaining in the middle. While a lot of it was a holding pattern because things change Friday and next Monday, it was a good sendoff for Raw as we know it. Grade: A- That’s my grade and I’m sticking to it. Your turn. Read the full article

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Baby Daddy Part 1 - Tyler Seguin series

Pairing: Tyler Seguin x Reader

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Word count: 1871

A/N: I mention the All Stars Game of 2015, idk why. It was easy. I have been postponing on posting this series because I wasn’t so happy about it, I even have a couple of versions of the series, maybe I will use another NHL player for the other versions. I’m sorry I haven’t been uploading, I had exams and other problems and wanted to stop writing for a while. I hope you will like the imagine! Please check out my masterlist. Feel free to request, posting will be slow because I’m starting school soon.

Chapter One

“Can’t Masterson do it this time?”, you asked your boss on the phone. “No, I want the best to go there and you are the best, Y/N. You know what to do.”, your boss said. You sighed, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?”, you whispered under your breath. “What was that? I’d love to go, boss?”, she said. You sighed. “Alright, alright, Rachel, I’ll go. Don’t expect a full paragraph on him though.”, you said agitated. You were a sports journalist for the Toronto Sun and the All-Stars Draft and Game were coming up soon and you were chosen to do it. You were actually chosen to do it ever since you were hired there, but this year you definitely didn’t want to do it. “I know you have been avoiding him to see him in person but it has to happen sometime, it’s been a year and a half, Y/N.”, Rachel said.

The person you have been dreading to see is Tyler Seguin. You ‘dated’ him when you were doing an internship in Boston. Correction you had a sexual relationship with him because you weren’t into commitment at the time – a party girl yourself even though your feelings for him changed over time. At the beginning you thought it was weird he was into it, since he was a good friend of yours, from back in Toronto where you were born, and definitely not his type – or so you thought. Not everyone knew about the relationship – most people thought you were good friends going out and about. That all changed when you found out you were pregnant. That made your brothers – Patrick, Dylan and Michael [made up names] - mad, they’re all hockey players and one of them – your twin brother, Patrick -  was a teammate of Tyler at the time.

This happened three years ago, they didn’t make it easy for him on the ice during your pregnancy. Yes, you kept the baby, you would’ve felt bad if you would’ve done an abortion. At the start Tyler didn’t help you much with preparing or supporting you but you thought that was bound to happen. But his mother knocked some sense into him and he started going to the appointments with you and helped you buy some baby clothes and furniture. He even started developing feeling for you and he pursued a relationship with you. You really appreciated it that Jackie did that for you even though she didn’t approve your pregnancy, since you were only twenty years old. You actually felt bad you got pregnant but two people swung this tango.

It happened before the rumors about him sleeping with his teammate’s wife surfaced. You knew you weren’t exclusive with him but that drew the straw for you and ended things with him. He was allowed to see his son but you never wanted to be near him. When Tristan was born you announced it on social media – people talked about it, wondering who the father could be – knowing you were familiar with a lot of hockey players. You never announced who it was, only people close to you knew about it – your families, friends, your co-workers and his teammates from the Bruins and now also the Dallas Stars.

“… And then you’re going to the All Stars Red Carpet to interview them… Y/N? Are you even listening?”, Rachel asked you. You were pretty close with Rachel, she knew about your situation, allowing you to work from home if Tristan got sick. She was your mentor, she saw potential in you and she was right. “Yeah, it just has been awhile since I have really talked to him face to face.”, you said. “Yes, I know. I’m sorry about that but I want you. The players like you, they know you better than our other reporters.” There was a silence. “Well, I’ll send everything you need to know tonight and I’ll see you tomorrow?”, she said ending the call. Even though you haven’t seen him about a year and a half, you talked to him on the phone or Face Timed him but every call was for your son. In the beginning he would always try to talk about something else but you would shut him out. If he wanted to see his son, you would always find someone else where Tyler had to pick him up. He just couldn’t let go of his player ways.

 “Mommy, I want a cookie.”, you heard Tristan say, pulling you from your thoughts. “How do you say it nicely?”, you asked. “Can I have a cookie, please?”, he said cutely with a big smile on his face. “Okay, little guy.”, you said smiling at him, standing up from your desk you sat at. You walked to the kitchen following the little brunette three-years-old.

Anyone knowing the two of you were together would know in an instant that Tristan is Tyler’s. He had the same mesmerizing brown eyes and soft brown hair, he’s like a mini-me of Tyler. He loved it that he had a mini-me. Every time he would make that remark you would roll your eyes, even though he wouldn’t see it because you talked over the phone then.

You walked to the cupboard, grabbed the cookie jar and took one cookie out. “There you go, baby.”, you said, giving the cookie to Tristan. “Thank you!”, he said before munching on the cookie. You looked at the clock and saw that Tyler would call any minute. You had a scheduled time where he would call, to keep the routine up for Tristan. “Are you ready? Daddy’s going to call any minute now!”, you said feigning excitement for the little boy. You grabbed your iPad and set it up at Tristan’s spot at the dinner table. Tristan jumped up and down from excitement and climbed in his seat. Just in time for Tyler calling. The little boy tapped his finger on the green phone and Tyler’s face popped up. “Hey Tyler.”, you said before walking away, going to fold and iron some laundry in the connected living room. “Hey Y/N, can we talk later?”, he asked quickly. You turned around and nodded to the boy sitting in front of the iPad. “Mommy says yes.”, Tristan smiles. “So how are you doing, buddy?”, you heard Tyler ask. “Mommy just gave me a cookie so my stomach is happy now.”, you heard the little one answer. You smiled at the answer, the little one could become a comedian later. Tyler chuckled, “How’s kindergarten? Are you making friends?”, he asked, really interested. “It’s good, Mommy how many friends do I have?”, he asked you. You tapped your chin with your pointer finger, really thinking about it and counting the kids he talks about. “You made ten friends, Tristan.”, you smiled at him. “Did you hear that?! Ten is a lot!”, you heard him say. “Woah buddy, yes that is a lot!”, you heard Tyler say excitingly. They talked for a little while more, with the dogs and all that. “Hey Tris, can I talk to Mommy now?”, “Okay, I’m going to get her. Bye Daddy.”, you heard them say. “Mommy, he wants to talk! Can I watch TV now?”, Tristan says. “Yes of course.”, you said, putting the TV on and changed it to his favorite channel after you were done ironing.

You walked to the kitchen taking the iPad in your hand and walked over to your little office. “What’s wrong?”, you asked, a little agitated. “It’s just, I know you reported the All-Stars Draft and Game of the previous years – are you doing this year’s too?”, he asked with a concerned look on his face. “Yeah... Do you want me to bring Tristan with me?”, you asked. “If you want too, well we can do some activities together but... Only if you want too of course. I get that you don’t want too.”, he asked hesitantly. “I would like that Tyler, I know I have been distant to you the past year but you know why.”, you said with a serious look.

That statement hurt him, you could see it in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”, you said quickly. “No, it’s true. I’m still sorry about that but I’m changed now. You know I’ve been trying to be a dad for Tristan. What I did when I was in the Bruins was wrong. The coaches even say I have changed.”, he said honestly. “I know Ty. I appreciate everything you do, you know that too, right?”, you said, unconsciously using his nickname you used. He looked surprised, while you looked wide-eyed when you realize. “Oh, sorry. Must’ve slipped too soon.”, you said recovering. “Y/N, I never said you had to stop using it. I like it when you say it.”, he said smiling at you. “I guess it could make the situation more normal for the both of us, like we’re friends again. Before you had that internship back in Boston.”, he added.

You knew each other before you moved with your family to Toronto. Your dad used to be a hockey goalie with the Toronto Maple Leafs. You were good friends, occasionally playing hockey together – the boys not being rough on  you of course. In the off-season you would see each other back again – in the beginning though, after a while he had his own guy friends and he really didn’t want to hang out with you anymore. You saw each other again when your brother and Tyler got drafted to the Bruins. When you saw him, he was shocked to see you. You didn’t notice it but he looked at you in a different way – seeing you had grown up in a beautiful way. He always had this crush on you but he didn’t want to admit it, denying it even because he thought he would never see you again.

 You blushed a little and looked at the time. Oh, you had to start preparing dinner. “Well, Tyler. It was nice to talk to you but I have to start preparing dinner or there someone won’t be happy about it.”, you said chuckling and being honest with him. “Okay, I’ll talk to you in two days, same time?”, he said beaming at you. You liked his smile so much and it was weird you could still make him smile like that. “Yeah, good for me. See you then.”, you said ending the call.

You walked out your office with a wide smile on your face – a faint pink blush on your cheeks. You couldn’t believe Tyler made you blush or smile like that again. You did still had feelings for him. “Did Daddy tell when the next call is going to be?”, the little lookalike asked you, still watching TV. “Yeah, the day after the tomorrow.”, you answered smiling at him. “I’m going to start preparing dinner, okay. So can you stay in the living room so I can keep an eye on you?”, you said sternly. “Okay, okay, Mommy.”, he said with his hands in the air. The little one had an attitude, you thought to yourself while you chuckled at the sight.

[poorlilbeans]

Keep Fighting (Part 2!)

gonna put a big fat warning right here: there are some bodily fluids in this one. also more doctor/hospital mentions. and a brief tango with anxiety.

ready? rad. <3

“I’m calling a doctor.” Victor tapped his foot nervously, rinsing the saliva off of the thermometer. 

“Vityaaa,” Yuuri whined, “I was just at the hospital. If something was wrong they would’ve said something.”

“That was three days ago, which means you’ve been sick for an entire week now. You should be getting better, not worse.”

“But-”

“Not to mention we were in the fracture clinic. All they looked at was your foot. We never got a chance to discuss this weird mega flu you seem to have.” Yuuri pulled his blanket over his head, hiding his face.

“I don’t want to go to the doctor.” Victor drew in a deep breath, trying not to get frustrated. The fever had been manageable before the competition; the doctors said it had only lasted so long since he’d been working so hard, and it would get better now that he had time to rest. That, needless to say, had not happened. He was sicker than before, now with a broken ankle on top of it all, and the last three days had been nothing but an uphill battle to keep him under 39 degrees. Just today, Yuuri’s exhaustion had started translating into grumpiness. This did not make things any easier.

“You can fight me if you want, but you don’t have a choice in the matter,” Victor said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Yuuri tried to whine again, only to choke and cough harshly into the blanket.

~

“The doctor can see you four days from now. If you get better before then, I’ll cancel the appointment. Deal?” There was a brief pause, and the lump under the blanket nodded. Careful not to jostle Yuuri’s leg, Victor crawled under the blanket too. He poked Yuuri’s nose, causing him to make an adorable little scrunch-face.

“Do you need anything?” Another nod. “Okay,” Victor prompted, “What do you need?” Yuuri made a tiny noise and held out his arms. Victor forced himself not to coo in adoration as he wiggled closer and hugged Yuuri. Just like always, he was amazed with just how in love he was with this man. 

A few minutes passed, and Yuuri’s feverish shivering abruptly changed into silent little sobs. 

“Are you okay, love? Do you feel sick?” Victor asked, pulling the blanket down so he could properly see Yuuri’s face. Yuuri shook his head, allowing himself one single sob out loud.

“Hurts.”

“Your ankle?”

“Knees.” He clawed at his scalp, shaking with silent tears. Shit. He’d already had prescription-grade acetaminophen less than two hours ago for his ankle. It freaked Victor out that it hadn’t done anything for his fever, let alone this apparently apocalyptic knee pain. 

“I’ll see if I have any hot packs.” Victor was somewhat reluctant to add even more heat to Yuuri’s body, but after this morning, when he’d vomited and then refused more than two sips of water, he really didn’t want him losing any more fluids by crying. 

However, lo and behold, while he had way more ice packs than necessary, there didn’t appear to be a single one that doubled as a hot pack. He returned to the bedroom, defeated, and faced his still-sobbing fiance.

“Will you be okay alone for a few minutes if I run out and buy a heating pad?” Yuuri nodded quickly, desperately.

“Please,” he cried.

~

Victor was pretty relieved not to hear any crying when he arrived home from the pharmacy. He ate that feeling pretty fast, though, when he found Yuuri asleep, curled up in the middle of the floor instead of on the bed.

“Yuuri?” There was a pause as Yuuri stirred.

“Hmm?”

“Why are you on the floor?” 

He scrunched up his eyebrows in thought before responding, “Tried to go somewhere. I don’t know.”

“You forgot your crutches.” Yuuri nodded sleepily.

“And my eyes.” Okay, that was a little concerning. Maybe he meant his glasses? Victor laid a hand on his forehead, but it was hard to tell if he’d heated up again. He moved his hand down to Yuuri’s shoulder, and it was only then that he noticed something odd. He tried not to laugh as he observed the younger man’s hands pressed firmly between his thighs.

“Do you think maybe you were trying to get to the bathroom?” He seemed to think about that for a moment.

“Mmm... yeah... yeah.” Victor chuckled and scooped him up, heading for the bathroom. He’d only made it two steps when Yuuri whined loudly in protest. He wondered if his knees were troubling again, until he felt moisture rapidly spreading down his body, dribbling onto the floor.

“Oh. Oh,” Victor yelped, breaking into a run. He plopped Yuuri (who was crying again) onto the toilet, made sure he was stable, and rushed out again, partially closing the door in a last ditch effort to give him some level of privacy. He made himself busy cleaning up the urine that had escaped onto the floor before returning to the bathroom to check on Yuuri. Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t doing great. He’d returned to full on panicked sobbing, and his ill lungs didn’t appreciate it. He hacked and coughed and cried, not noticing Victor until he planted a kiss on top of his head. Then, he looked up, his eyes bright with fever and wild with panic.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I-”

“It’s okay, love. I promise.” That didn’t really seem to convince him. He started rocking, tugging at his hair, whispering,

“Gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen...” Realizing words would probably just go in one ear and out the other, Victor opted to turn on the shower, first undressing himself, and then his trembling fiance. Thankfully, they’d thought to place a pile of plastic bags under the sink, and he grabbed one, wrapping it around Yuuri’s cast before carrying him into the shower. It turned out to be tricky business, washing oneself as well as a panicking, semi-delirious man with a broken ankle. Go figure. 

Thankfully, the shower seemed to calm down both the anxiety and the fever. As Victor got them both dressed and back into bed, he noted how Yuuri’s eyes actually seemed to be focusing on things, unlike before. His breathing had calmed down as well, save for the occasional coughing fit. They’d just settled in- he’d placed the heating pads on Yuuri’s knees, eliciting a sigh of relief, and snuggled comfortable into bed, when Yuuri groaned in frustration.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” Victor restrained himself from stating the obvious that’s where we just were! and carried him right back to the bathroom, hurrying to avoid another accident. In the doorway Yuuri squirmed, planting his good leg on the floor and wiggling until Victor let him go. He braced himself on the counter and shooed Victor away, closing the door behind him.

Victor’s concerns for Yuuri’s kidney were quickly silenced when he heard that he was in fact not peeing again, but what he was doing sounded painful. It was loud and definitely not solid, and Victor heard the occasional gasp of pain from behind the closed door. This went on for several minutes before he gently knocked on the door.

“Are you doing okay?”

“Don’t listen! Go away!” Victor sighed, frustrated and worried. A few more long minutes passed before he heard the toilet flush and the sink running, and Yuuri emerged, looking pale and scared, and tumbled forth into his arms.

“Wanna go to bed,” he whispered shakily. Victor nodded and helped him back into bed, elevating the broken leg and taking his hot little body in a hug. They stayed like that for maybe ten minutes, before Yuuri started squirming and tearfully whispered,

“Bathroom.”

It sounded just as awful as before, and Victor made a point this time of not speaking until things sounded like they had calmed down.

“Do you think you want to camp out in there tonight?” Victor waited for an answer, and didn’t get one, other than a noncommittal “mmm.” More time passed, and a weak voice behind the door squeaked,

“Vitya?”

“Yes?”

“I- I’m bleeding.” Victor drew in a sharp breath, panic bubbling in his throat.

“What happened?” he demanded, leaning against the door.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you know where you’re bleeding from?”

“I... um... inside.” Fuck. Fuck. 

“Can I come in please?”

“No, I-” Victor heard some shuffling, then a little burp, and then vomiting. Victor waited a moment before he spoke again.

“Did you get it in the toilet?”

“Trashcan. I... There’s blood.”

“Yuuri. Please let me in. I’m really worried.” Once again, he heard the toilet flush and the taps run before the door clicked. Yuuri was sitting on the floor this time, hugging his knees.

“I’m scared, Vitya,” he whispered.

“I know. We’re going to go to the hospital, okay?” Yuuri nodded, his bottom lip trembling.

Lacing up his shoes, Victor was pretty sure things couldn’t get worse. So, naturally, they did. Yuuri had been holding the trash can, occasionally spitting up mouthfuls of blood-streaked bile, when his eyes suddenly glazed over. Victor didn’t notice for a moment; he’d been too busy stretching a warm sock over the exposed toes sticking out of Yuuri’s cast. Yuuri started mumbling quietly in Japanese, and Victor wondered if his fever had spiked again. He felt warm, for sure, but definitely not as hot as he’d been before. Then, out of the blue, Yuuri’s eyes rolled back and he toppled over, convulsing violently. Victor yelped and immediately burst into tears as he fumbled to call an ambulance and watched the love of his life have a violent seizure on the floor of their front hallway.

uh oh, a cliff hanger! i’m sorry i’m being so mean to yuuri >.< yurio will be in the next one, i promise!

[mcspirkholidayfest]

Tumblr: @klmeri Nickname: KLMeri What is the story behind your tumblr username? In the very late '90s, long before Facebook and social media took over the world, the Internet was relatively unexplored territory for young kids who were fascinated by the idea of reaching out to an audience beyond their neighborhoods and were further encouraged by the anonymity that came with "being online". I created my username by combining two initials from my real name with the nickname of a fictional character from one of my favorite romance novels at the time. The only thing that continues to be significant about "KLMeri" is that this username has been my online persona for almost two decades. It may be more of the true me than the in-person me.

In general... What is your favorite color? I am naturally attracted to red but enjoy other warm colors as well. What are your hobbies outside of fandom? I tend to spend my free time in the arts. I like to design graphics, paint, scrapbook, knit, or tackle any project that requires a modicum of creativity. I also love to dance. I like freestyle but my favorite traditional dance is the Argentine tango. What is your favorite holiday? Hands-down, Thanksgiving. It caters to the two big F's in my life - family and food. My real-life family is very small so that makes this holiday extra special because of the memories which come from it. Coffee or tea? Sweet or savory? Coffee is my life's blood. Savory because I love a variety of flavors. Do you speak multiple languages? If so, what are they? My biggest regret is that I do not fluently speak languages other than my native English. I am proficient in French reading and writing, however. Whenever asked if I could have one superpower, I answer that it would be the ability to understand and communicate in every human language.

Concerning Star Trek... What drew you initially to the Star Trek fandom? Boredom. No, seriously. I was bored one day and had an opportunity to watch STXI. Then boredom became curiosity, and curiosity became obsession. In thinking back, if there's one particular thing that sunk its claws into me after I started researching Star Trek, it was realizing The Original Series was a rebel in its time, challenging cultural and social norms with ideology that we sometimes take for granted today. TOS did this through its stories and characters. I caught on early that Kirk, Spock, and McCoy represent what motivates us humans, and I fell head over heels in love with not only the franchise but the Triumvirate as well. Why has the fandom stayed with you? The people. Sure there are squabbles and strong opinions, but if you're a true fan of Star Trek, you are a believer of IDIC. In other words, Star Trek fans are my kind of people. It doesn't matter that I am sometimes a tiny voice in a small corner of the fandom due to my obsession with McSpirk. Because this is the fandom who accepts people regardless of race, gender, color, and beliefs, I know I am part of the family and have always felt welcomed as such. How do you contribute to the fandom? Oh dear. Let me count the ways. I previously mentioned I am obsessed with McSpirk. Over the years, my contributions have basically narrowed down to championing this pairing. I started by writing stories of the Triumvirate because I had perused every scrap of material available online at the time and was desperate for more. Then I started bookmarking all the McSpirk stories into a public collection. THEN I created a Tumblr to collect even more McSpirk content. And then I agreed to co-host the challenge blog @mcspirkholidayfest where we regularly prompt fans to exchange McSpirk works. Suffice to say, just when I thought there couldn't be more for me to do, I came up with the idea to build a membership website dedicated to fans of Kirk, Spock, and McCoy. Thus SpaceTrio.com was born. By now, you probably understand why I describe my love for these characters as an obsession. For that matter, why do you ship McSpirk? Take three individually beautiful relationships and combine them. What would you expect to get? A perfect love story? Wrong. Two people in love can be messy, so imagine what happens when you have three people in love. But that's what makes this pairing more appealing to me than any other. Knowing all the ways that a multi-faceted love could go wrong and yet why, if properly balanced, it works is... fascinating. Since Roddenberry created Kirk, Spock, and McCoy to be three parts of a whole, who better then to exemplify an OT3 at its best, worst, and everything in between. Above is one of the hundred reasons why I love McSpirk. I would say what matters most is that I believe in Kirk, Spock, and McCoy as a unit. Whether friends, brothers, or lovers, they are made to help and support each other. They are their own little family. I adore that. Which member of the Triumvirate do you most identify with? Why? I love McCoy to pieces but I identify with Spock. I follow my head more than my heart. I often feel like an outsider even among friends. I don't try to fit in if it doesn't make sense to me. I can be cool-headed in the most upsetting situations. Are those enough examples? Okay, maybe it is fair to say we all have a little Spock in us... But I can claim this: if I'm a Spock, I would certainly appreciate having a little Kirk and McCoy in me too! Who would want to be the rational one all the time? Who is your favorite non-Triumvirate Trek character? Scotty. He's the underdog - always creating miracles yet under-credited and often relegated to the sidelines. Despite this, he is extremely self-sufficient and self-aware. He enjoys his work, is good at it, and isn't fazed by having responsibility for the most dangerous parts of the ship. I would even go so far as to say if anyone in the Enterprise crew knew what he/she wanted out of life, it would be this man, Montgomery Scott. You just have to admire that. What advice do you have for other Trek creators or just fans in general? I have never expected other fans to do what I do for my love of the Triumvirate (or to the extent that I do it), but I am always hopeful that I will continue to meet others who share my interests. The catch is, the only way to meet them is if they speak up. Therefore my advice is to take advantage of the fact that a community of fans exists. Figure out your place in it. Be bold if you can. And never forget that at its core Star Trek is about family - families who are willing to give as much as take. People tend to forget that contributions do not need to be content. A contribution can be support, praise, or simply sincerity. A contribution is gratitude for the existence of the fandom. I strongly believe that we all should take part.

[crushingonrazz]

Dancing to the Beat of my Heart

Ao3

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Tango (Dance x Lust)

A series of blips with a pairing that so far, I think I might be the only one to have ever written about. (If I’m wrong PLEASE link me this other mysterious fic)

Lust had a problem. And it wasn't the usual problem, mind you, although that seemed to be a thing so often that it hardly classified as a problem anymore. No, this was a real problem, in the form of this other version of himself. Yeah, most of the other versions of him were entertaining in some form or another, especially that little Blueberry from UnderSwap but this...this was just excessive. Lust loved to dance. It was something he made a lot of use of in his world, and while his usual style of dancing wouldn't really go over well with this crowd, he wasn't permanently stuck in sex mode. He could fucking dance like a "normal" monster, thank you very much. And hey, here he was, in a multidimensional Sans party, music blasting, a mostly empty dance floor thanks to the fact that the majority of Sanses were lazy assholes. In other words, the perfect opportunity to show off, impress some people possibly, maybe get laid, if he decided to go with that. If it wasn't for this problem. No, Lust didn't care that he came from a place called DanceTale. Last he heard, DanceTale was not StealTheFuckingSpotlightTale. He huffed quietly and chugged the remainder of his drink, watching the smug asshole as a new song started. He seemed to be happy with this new song, and he flipped his hood up and tugged his fingerless gloves up on his hands before starting in with the new rhythm. Screw it. Lust could take the spotlight from anybody. Completely screw it. He slammed his empty glass back down on the counter, much to the annoyance of whichever Sans was bartending, and made a motion like he was cracking his knuckles. He walked straight out to the dance floor, neatly sidestepping Sci and Red who were talking quietly about something or another. As he drew close enough to catch his attention, the other paused for a moment, seeming to take in his outfit and demeanor. Then the little shit made some very judgemental eye contact and fucking smirked. Well. Lust had long since grown to enjoy proving first impressions wrong.

X-X-X-X

"Like this?" Lust asked, beginning to raise his arms above his head and rock his hips in a way that was very much not the way Dance had just shown him. Dance snickered. "No, you dork. You're doing it on purpose now. It's like this" As Dance demonstrated the move again, Lust let his arms drop and his eyes soften into a real smile. He let his gaze wander over the other for a moment, but for some reason, he kept getting drawn back up to the other's face. It was so much like his own, but when the other was in the middle of a dance, he would get this look in his eyes of intense concentration, as though the most important thing in the multiverse in that moment was the way he was moving his hips. Privately, Lust agreed.

X-X-X-X

"I still don't entirely understand why these two got married" Dance muttered under his breath to Lust. Lust snorted in response and said "Hey, I mean it makes some kind of sense. The angriest of us and the most logical of us. The marital debates will be lively for sure" Dance made a face at him, as though questioning his logic, but Lust ignored him completely, instead letting himself sway slightly with the slow song that had just started playing. He turned to Dance, who now also seemed a bit caught up in the song. He was tapping his fingers on the table and shifting his feet as though imagining the kind of choreography he could be planning for this. Lust just stared for a moment, taking the entirety of his friend in, and then he found himself asking "Hey, do you wanna dance?" "I always want to dance, but I don't really have anything planned for this one" the other murmured distractedly, still nodding his head and tapping. Lust smiled at that, then elaborated. "I meant with me, you fucking loser" Well that certainly got his attention. Dance was starting at him open-mouthed, and Lust felt his soul sinking in his ribcage. "Hey don't worry about it, I was just--" "Yeah, sure let's do it!" the other said, jumping up and offering Lust his hand. Lust just sat frozen for a moment, staring at the other in surprise, until Dance got impatient and just dragged him to his feet. They made their way together to the crowded dance floor, and there was a split second of awkward unsurety before Lust pulled Dance closer to him and took the lead, spinning them around and through the other couples. Dance's face lit up as he laughed in surprise, and Lust smiled at the open expression. "Why are you the one leading here?" Dance asked, somewhat breathlessly. "I'm supposed to be the expert!" "Because I take charge in every sort of situation" joked Lust, shooting the other the sauciest of his winks. Dance broke out in laughter again, his deep blue blush darkening his face. Almost unconsciously, Lust pulled him closer, and then, as the chorus swelled, he gripped Dance by the hips and lifted him into the air as he spun. Dance, as a result of years of practice, instinctively pushed himself up with his hands on Lust's shoulders, blushing even more deeply when he seemed to realize they were doing this in public. Lust laughed again, placing him back onto the ground and effortlessly moving back into their previous position. "You've been practicing!" Dance managed to gasp out through his giggling. "Of course I have! You never know when you might have an opportunity to dance with someone pretty" Dance snorted at that. "I'm not pretty" "Aw, come on, don't say that, you've got a great face, at least" "We have the same face, asshole. Besides, that's not my point. I'm not pretty, I'm totally badass." At the increased volume of Lust's laughter, Dance attempted to frown, failing miserably as immersed as he was in Lust's contagious laugh. "I'm serious! Come on, I breakdance, and I wear leather gloves and stuff!" "You're a dancer! Dancers aren't badass!" "Try ballet then tell me that again with a straight face!" Lust snorted, then lifted Dance again. This time, the other performed some sort of kicking maneuver that took advantage of Lust's inexperience and ended with Dance leading. As the song ended, Dance dipped him, grinning and winking. "That was pretty badass, if I do say so myself!" "Just drop me right here, man. Then I can live out my humiliation in peace"

X-X-X-X

"Lust, I will never understand your world" "You physically fight through dance battles in yours!" "Name ten people in this room you haven't slept with" "...You should count as like five people because your ego is just that big." "Exactly. Tell me again how my world is strange?" "The question that actually matters here is 'name a single person in this room you've actually loved' because sex is kinda casual here." "Is it me again?" "Oh yeah. I just can't get enough of your dance-related puns" "Lust, you giggle like a small child every time you use the word 'hard' normally in a sentence" "You say that like it's a bad thing!" "It's become a bad thing!" "What, is it getting hard to listen to?" "...I will destroy you without pity" "Too bad you have to dance battle me to do that. I think I'm the better dancer out of the two of us" "I think you can go suck a dick" "That's a viable option here, in fact I think I see one right over there" "Hey, that guy has a bigger dick than me, what the hell?" "Hey, I mean, that's not very har--hey, stop hitting me!"

X-X-X-X

"Why won't you ever listen to me?" Lust screamed at the other. "Why won't you ever take my opinions into account?" Dance was just as angry as he was, if not more so. "I listen to you more than anyone else other than Papyrus! This is different!" "How the hell is it--" "You're more than a little biased when it comes to sex! For fuck's sake, your name is Lust!" Lust wanted to punch something. He wanted to fire up his blasters and blow up a tree so that he wouldn't try to dust the monster in front of him. "I didn't chose the damn name!" "Well whoever did really found something that fits you, since all you ever fucking do is sleep with anything that moves!" "Are you fucking kidding me?" "No, I think you're kidding yourself! You can't just waltz into my world and start telling my brother it's okay to lose his virginity to someone he's been dating for two months!" "He asked! I answered with my honest opinion!" "I don't fucking want or need your honest opinion! I need you to realize that maybe you're kind of a whore!" "Oh, no, I'm so hurt, it's not like that's a mainstream occupation in my world or anything. Stop being such a bigot and realize that your brother is almost 21 years old. He's old enough to ask advice from whoever he wants and get an honest answer from it, and he is mostly certainly old enough to have sex!" "You don't get to say that, you were probably like 12 when you lost yours, and you probably don't even remember who you lost it to!" "First of all, what the fuck? Second, I was 19 and I most certainly remember it. Just because sex is common doesn't mean it's meaningless!" Dance threw his hands up in the air and looked at the ground. "None of this is even the point!" "Exactly. Maybe you should talk to your brother about this stuff instead of leaving him ignorant and easily influenced" Dance sighed at that, his shoulders slumped. "I have no idea where to even start that conversation" Despite the still-simmering anger in his soul, Lust reached out and put a hand his friend's shoulder. "All I had to do was ask him how his relationship was going. I get the feeling he really wants to be talking with you" Dance looked up for a split second, then rubbed at his eye sockets. "I know. I'm just not ready for him to grow up" "He kinda did that without your consent" Lust said, chucking. He could feel his anger fading, replaced by the calm contentment that usually accompanied being with Dance. Dance groaned loudly, not responding. "Also," started Lust casually "please don't ever insult me for things that my world considers to be normal. I'm not ashamed, and I don't need someone trying to make me feel like I should be. Especially not you, Dance" He looked up, holding the eye contact this time. "I'm really sorry, Lust" he said firmly. "I won't do it again" There was a long pause as Lust regarded him. "Thank you"

X-X-X-X

"Truth or dare?" "Truth" Lust and Dance were laying in the soft grass of a clearing somewhere in Waterfall, looking up at the crystals that decorated the ceiling. Everything was vaguely wet, but neither of them particularly cared. Dance had let Lust borrow one of his many thick sweatshirts, so they were both plenty warm. "Biggest fear?" Lust scooted closer to the other innocently, so that their sides were pressed up against one another. "Ending up alone" he said dryly. "Cliché as hell, I know" "Hey, if it helps any, I'm afraid of spiders" "Yeah, I knew that, actually. Truth or dare?" "Ehhh...truth" "Did you actually like the pie I made yesterday?" "...I plead the fifth" Lust's laughter rang unbridled over the clearing as Dance grinned and held out his hand for the other to take. Lust looked at him, surprised, but Dance just kept his hand out. Lust smiled softly, taking the other's hand and lacing his fingers with the other's. "Truth or Dare?"

[thehermitcraftqueen]

Nobody - Angst, Scott x Jimmy

Another angst songfic, and despite the angst, I really enjoyed writing this one. This one is the hobbit husbands, for @/jubilee__line_ on Twitter.

The song is 'Nobody' by Mitski.

My God, I'm so lonely

So I open the window

To hear sounds of people

To hear sounds of people

Arrows were flying from both sides as the battle raged. One particular Red Army member drew his bow and let an arrow fly. It sped through the air and into the bunker, hitting Jimmy. He collapsed, vanishing as the death message appeared. The fight continued, but Scott could feel himself breaking.

That scene kept repeating itself in Scott's head ever since the event. It haunted him, sending him into a mindset of grief, regret, and hate. Scott constantly asked himself if there was some way he could've changed the outcome, put his yellow life before Jimmy's red somehow, but he didn't know. Either way, he felt guilty, as if it was his fault. Every moment he spent at the base he used to share with Jimmy hurt, but at the same time, he couldn't bear to be away from it. It was all he had left of Jimmy, and he'd miss it too much if he tried to leave.

And Jimmy he missed with every breath. His soft brown eyes always sparkling with excitement or mischief. His wide smile, usually accompanied by the laugh that Scott adored. His touch, that on its own could make Scott feel reassured. His lips and the world of new feelings when they kissed. Even his eye for trouble. Scott missed everything.

Maybe it was just him being too hopeful, or even being lonely, but at times Scott could almost feel Jimmy's presence. He couldn't see him, but it was like he could feel his touch again, sense Jimmy standing next to him, even catch what he thought was an almost inaudible whisper. But he was never sure, and he didn't want to give himself false hope.

Scott sighed, turning his tear-stained face to the window. It was a nice day, but he hadn't been outside in a while. Maybe some fresh air would do him some good. He pushed open the window and leaned against it as cool air rushed inside. It felt good, but it didn't cure the deep feelings of grief and loneliness.

Suddenly, Scott realized he could hear people shouting in the distance. He had a sneaking suspicion as to what was going on, but he headed outside to investigate anyway.

Venus, planet of love

Was destroyed by global warming

Did its people want too much too?

Did its people want too much?

Scott climbed up the hill over his house and gazed over at the Crastle. A battle between Team Crastle and the Red Army seemed to be going on. The Red Army had the castle surrounded, while arrows rained down on them from the people in the castle above.

What was the point of all this? To kill each other? Scott didn't even know how he thought the idea sounded fun at first, but now he hated it. He lost Jimmy because of this war. Part of him knew that he'd see his love again, but at the same time, a deeper part of him couldn't help but worry how true that was. Death wasn't something to be taken lightly. What if Grian had messed something up with the server, and those dead would be dead forever?

Scott didn't want to win anymore. He didn't know why anyone else would either. If this was what he'd have to go through, it was too much.

And I don't want your pity

I just want somebody near me

Guess I'm a coward

I just want to feel alright

Even so, Scott couldn't help but feel slightly guilty as he watched his allies fighting. He should be over there, helping them. But he didn't want to fight anymore, not if Jimmy wasn't next to him. He wanted to go back in time, back to when everything was peaceful and Jimmy was alive. Back when he felt alright.

Scott clenched and unclenched his fists as he watched the battle. The Crastle people kept taking hits from the Red Army below, and even from afar it was clear they were getting worried. Guilt and anger made Scott's blood boil, and when a death message flashed that was the last straw.

"I'll see you soon, Jimmy," Scott whispered, before pulling out his bow and charging down the hill.

And I know no one will save me

I just need someone to kiss

Give me one good honest kiss

And I'll be alright

Scott began sniping the Red Army members, focusing on Ren. At first, the so-called king didn't turn, but after a moment he seemed to realize he was being shot at from a different side and whipped around. Scott's heart leaped into his throat as Ren began sprinting over to him, but he pulled out his sword and faced his enemy bravely.

Their swords clashed. Scott struggled to hold on, but his skills lied in a bow more than a sword. In little time, Ren had overpowered him. Scott tried to run, but he wasn't fast enough.

Pain flooded through his body as Ren hit him repeatedly. Rapidly, his hearts drained to nothing, and his death message flashed as his world went black.

He opened his eyes to find himself in the air above where he'd died. It was like he was viewing it through a red filter, and the 'respawn' button floated in front of him. He went to hit it, but something stopped him. Without even thinking why he turned around to see Jimmy standing behind him. He was partly transparent, but it was Jimmy.

"Jimmy..." Scott whispered.

Jimmy smiled softly and offered his hands. Hesitantly, Scott placed his hands in Jimmy's. Jimmy's hands phased through his, but Scott could feel them as if their hands were really touching. His eyes pricked with tears, and he glanced back up to look into Jimmy's eyes. They were sad, but he had a reassuring smile.

"The war's not over yet, Scott. But we'll see each other soon, I promise..." Jimmy whispered.

Scott opened his mouth to reply, but he blinked and Jimmy was gone. He bit his lip, struggling to hold back tears as he pressed the 'respawn' button.

Nobody, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody

Ooh, nobody, nobody, nobody

It took Scott several minutes to collect himself after he respawned. When his tears had ceased enough for him to think, he made his way back to the Crastle. The battle had ended. The Red Army was gone, and Team Crastle was outside, picking up the items of those who had died. Impulse was now red, Scott noticed, but miraculously the other reds, Tango, Bdubs, and Scar, had managed to survive.

“Oh, Scott, you’re back,” Bdubs said. “Your stuff is in a chest over there,” he added, pointing to a chest near the spot Ren had killed him.

“Thanks,” Scott replied, heading over there and opening the chest. He collected his gear then turned back to his allies. “Well, I’ll be heading back home now...”

“Actually, we were wondering if you’d like to stay with us in the Crastle?” Tango asked. “Y’know, so that you don’t have to run here next time Ren attacks, and you might be safer.”

Scott paused and thought about that for a moment. It would be a good idea, but he didn’t want to leave his base. He felt closest to Jimmy there, and he would rather be there than the Crastle, despite all the memories and pain.

“It’s a nice offer, but I think I’m going to stay at my base,” Scott said.

“Memories?” Scar asked, surprisingly softly.

“Um—yeah,” Scott nodded.

“That’s understandable. Just be careful,” Scar said.

Scott nodded, deciding not to question Scar’s gentleness. It was Scar after all, and he was a mystery to anyone. “I will.”

Casting one last glance at the others, Scott turned and began walking back home.

I've been big and small

And big and small

And big and small again

And still nobody wants me

Still nobody wants me

A few days passed with no fighting. Scott stayed in his hobbit hole mostly, occasionally going outside to get some fresh air, but he didn't see anyone. He did, however, feel Jimmy's presence more and more as time went on. Scott wasn't sure how he felt about this. Being able to feel that Jimmy was there but never see him caused almost more pain than when he'd lost him, but at the same time, Scott preferred that over losing Jimmy completely.

Scott remembered what Jimmy had said about them being together soon and wondered if that meant his time was coming. He knew the final battle was close; would he die then? Honestly, he didn’t mind if he did. He’d go down fighting, an honorable death, and any end to his constant grief and pain would be a welcome one.

Finally, the time came. Impulse showed up at Scott’s door, injured and breathing heavily as he informed Scott that the Red Army was attacking again.

And I know no one will save me

I'm just asking for a kiss

Give me one good movie kiss

And I'll be alright

The next events happened in a blur.

Scott returned to the Crastle with Impulse, raining arrows on the Red Army. He got several hits, maybe even a death or two. He didn't know. He didn't keep track. His mind was a mess the entire battle, and several times he thought he saw Jimmy's ghost fighting beside him.

Etho's sword came out of nowhere.

Scott gasped as the blade stabbed into his stomach and he stared into the wild, mismatched eyes of his attacker. Etho said nothing aloud, but Scott knew what he was thinking:  This is revenge.

Scott understood that completely; he wanted it too.

Pain surged through Scott’s body as Etho stabbed him again. Scott raised his sword to fight back, and he did decent damage to Etho. However, his attacks weakened as his energy depleted. His life flashed before his eyes as Etho landed the final hit. Letting out his last, ragged breath, Scott closed his eyes and let himself fall into darkness.

Nobody, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody

Ooh, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody, nobody

He floated into the air a moment later as a ghost. A sigh escaped him as he stared down at his corpse. He lifted his head and turned as he felt a familiar presence.

"I've missed you."

A smile spread across Scott's face as he turned to embrace his husband.

Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody

Nobody, nobody, no