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brotherblaze · 1 month ago

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doloroso ii —robert "bob" reynolds

—summary: You invite Bob to a makeshift picnic on the building helipad (sometimes makeshift patio) when everyone else is away. He realizes he doesn't know much about you. So, he decides to start somewhere.

—word count: 2,9k

—warnings: n/a

—a/n: bucky gets a b-plot because hey maybe I want to make a spinoff for bucky and reader's previous incarnation

—part 1 | AO3

Bob is improving. Slowly, but progress is progress. He keeps to his schedule and he takes his pills like a champ. He mingles with the team even when they bicker and threaten to throw each other from the top of the building. They have a fascinating dynamic and something inside you stirs every time you see them argue, see them help each other, see them sitting in silence in the same room, doing their own thing.

At times, they work like a well-oiled machine, other times they’re like a trainwreck in action. Try as you might, you cannot look away from them. Hard-headed, all of them, kind of assholes at times, but they make it work. There is so much care between them, so much reassurance buried under retorts with a soft bite to them. They orbit each other like binary stars.

Complete silence in the Watchtower feels foreign. The TV has been on for most of the day to project some artificial life into the place. It has done little to help.

You flip through the channels on the oversized TV (this thing could probably fit inside a movie theater). The collapse of cable TV really is a sight to behold; ads upon ads upon ads shoved down your throat at every turn, every chance. It's almost infuriating how they finesse product placements into shows and movies in a way that’s so incredibly unnatural. You turn it off in a huff.

“Wow, cable really went to shit.” Bob is standing at what should be the doorway if the open kitchen wasn't so open. He has a bowl in his hand. It smells sweet.

“I'm suddenly so glad I don't have a TV at home.”

“Seriously?” He lifts a spoonful to his mouth. Whatever it is, it crunches as he chews. “Bucky said they didn’t have ads back in the day. You paid for a subscription to see the channels.”

“Oh, so they’re double-dipping. You're gonna ruin your appetite, by the way,” you tell him as you stand, smoothing out the wrinkles on your pants. “I ordered takeout. I think it’s for the best.”

“I tried to cook once when they were away,” Bob pauses, scraping the spoon in his hand against the side of the bowl — how is he finishing that bowl already? — “and John almost suplexed me for messing up his spice cabinet.”

You snort and quickly cover your mouth with your hand. “Sorry. Any word on when they’ll be back?”

“Not yet,” Bob says. He shrugs. “It’s normal for them to be gone for several days at a time. Spy stuff, I guess.”

“And you’re alone here?” Your frown slightly, brows furrowed. “Isn’t it lonely?”

“Not — I mean, maybe. Sometimes.” Your eyes meet his from across the room. “But it’s fine, y’know. I’m not ready to go out there and they — they have their job to do.”

You hold his gaze and — he cannot look away. He should look away but there’s something about you that pulls him in like a whirlpool and he’s trapped and he’s trapped and he’s trapped like a rat in a maze. The feeling is all too familiar but he can’t place it. Then again, he remembers very little from after he got jabbed for his blood and waking up in OXE’s vault.

The ping of your phone breaks whatever spell you have on him. You look away first, pull your phone from your pocket and scroll through the notifications. “Food’s here.” You grab the throw blanket from the couch and fold it over your arm. “Can you grab it? They don’t deliver up here, right?”

Bob’s racing thoughts come to a screeching halt and he tries to ground himself back into his body, wiggling his fingers and toes. All in one piece. He wipes the corner of his mouth against his shirt sleeve and immediately cringes. “Sorry. Yeah — yeah, I’ll go grab it.” He leaves his bowl in the sink and rushes over to the elevator.

It takes longer than he would like to get the food. Not only does the delivery driver seem to wilt when Bob shows up, but he doesn’t want to hand over the food. Because the picture in the app is of you and not him. There’s something akin to disbelief that the driver doesn’t recognize Bob, that bubbles in his chest and then immediately this crushing weight pressing against his lungs. Because he’s a nobody next to the team, isn’t he? That’s what the driver was probably hoping for, to see Bucky or John or Yelena and not him. Just Bob.

The driver taps something on his phone and raises it to his ear and Bob fruitlessly tries to get a word in. The man confirms the address on the phone and then — his eyes gloss over. Somewhere in Bob’s mind, it pings as wrong and he simultaneously needs to flee, needs to get out of here right at this second, and grab the man by the shoulders to shake him awake, food be damned. The delivery driver thrusts the paper bag into his chest and turns around, stiff like a puppet on strings, and walks off.

Bob retreats into the elevator, finger spamming the button to the top floor until the doors close and the elevator begins its climb. There’s a jitter in his veins, blood rushing in his ears. He should’ve done something, he should’ve grabbed the man and shaken him awake. That’s what heroes do, right? But he’s Bob, just Bob, not what the rest of his team — his friends — are. Pain pulses behind his eyes and he pinches the bridge of his nose as he tries to will it away.

When the elevator dings and the doors slide open he nearly sprints out of the small confined metal trap. He doesn’t spot you at first glance.

“Patio!”

He scrambles across the room towards the sound of your voice, so alluring and the weight constricting his chest eases.

There’s a large candle on the center of the patio table. He can faintly smell citrus. You’re fussing with the throw blankets from the couch, draping them over the patio chairs and then folding the edges so they don’t touch the floor. You wave him over with a smile and Bob mutters a quiet apology for taking so long. He doesn’t want to go into the details, doesn’t want to go back to spiraling about being just Bob, so he just unpacks the food, trying to make out what’s in each container.

You sit and pull the throw blanket onto your shoulders, reaching for the closest container. Whatever’s in it, seems to be fine and you pop it open.

The sun has set. The city is alight even when the sky's still blue. Could the team get out of the city for the summer solstice? He makes a mental note to ask for their opinion once they get back. The two of you don’t make conversation as you eat but it doesn’t feel empty or awkward. He actually sort of enjoys it. The people below on the street are like small ants, all of them rushing somewhere, organized and disorganized at the same time. Cars honk. The billboards glare reds and greens and whites in flashing advertisements. Despite everything, Bob feels calm.

“I never realized NYC has so much light pollution. And noise pollution." Okay, so you’re not a fan. Bob can’t help but chuckle. When he realizes, he splutters, coughs. Like he’s trying to hide his transgression. You think back to the rooms you’d dragged him through.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he rushes to say, a string of apologies ready on his tongue but you don’t look at him like he’s managed to piss you off. The corner of your mouth is curled upwards, eyebrows raised slightly. He takes a moment to recalibrate. Different environment, different people, he reminds himself. “You’re uh… not from around here, huh?”

“Ha.” It’s something between a laugh and a snide comment and yet there’s no actual malice contorting your features. “No, I have a farm. Well, a sort of farm. Not far from a little seaside town.”

“A farm? Wow.” It dawns on him that he knows very little about you. You’re so proactive in conversations that the topic smoothly gets steered away from you every time. He turns his body towards you slightly. You mirror him. “Like, with cows?”

“Dogs.” You take a sip of your water. Your lipstick smudges against the rim on the glass. It catches Bob's eye. “I rescue them. Mostly from dog fighting rings. I have a whole network set up. Someone discovers it and if a case is bad enough, like, if they can’t get rehomed because they’re continuously aggressive and don’t respond to training, they come to stay with me.”

“So, they have retirement homes for dogs?”

You giggle, a hand covering your mouth. Bob’s ears flush. “Sort of. Yeah, I guess it’s technically retirement. There’s a lot of land for them to roam around. In the summer I usually take them to the sea to swim and in the winter we’ll go sledding on the ice if the ice is thick enough.”

“Oh, so you have seasonal activities,” he jokes and he doesn't even know where it came from but you laugh again and something in his chest flutters. He takes a bite from his kebab before he says anything stupid again. “So,” he starts again when a thought strikes him and immediately places his hand over his mouth. He forces the lump of food down his throat half-chewed because you’re looking at him like that again, with that small smile. He clears his throat once and washes everything down with water. Only then does he dare to speak again. “Is it a… passion? Rehabilitating dogs?”

“More like easy. Dogs are much more susceptible to being dominated than humans are. It’s easy for me to correct their behavior because of what I am. I figured why not give it a shot? Sometimes it’s good to be responsible for someone else; makes you get out of bed in the morning because you need to provide,” you say. “I know pet ownership isn't for everyone but…” you gently jab your elbow against his ribs, “I think it would do you a lot of good.”

“I don’t know,” he says, shaking his head slightly. His curls bounce. “Sometimes it feels like…” his expression fractures for a fleeting moment before he composes himself and gives you a wavering smile. “I can’t even manage myself, y’know?”

You don’t know. There it is again, that feeling in your chest, stirring, slithering, coiling around your organs. Something is missing. Something is wrong with you. So, you steer the conversation.

“Y’know, they make robot dogs now.” There’s a glint in your eye when you say it. He should rebut, refuse, thank you for the food and stand up and go crawl into his soft bed but the way you smile at him… “Those tiny ones with batteries, not the big ones they use for research and in the army — those are kind of creepy.”

“Oh, you mean the small purse robot dogs?”

“Exactly. Walker’s little hat is just the right size to carry one around.”

He laughs. He actually laughs and it feels good. He feels light and warm despite not picking up the throw blanket.

And then it’s silent between you again. A good silence. His nearly-finished kebab tastes better all of a sudden. He reaches for another one. You refill your water glass and then his, too. He mumbles a thank you between chewing.

When the food is gone and he feels full and fulfilled and so warm, sitting there on the patio with you, and you sit up to reach for something on the table, he catches the end of your throw blanket before it slides off your shoulders. He gently tugs it back up. Your fingers brush his as you grasp the two ends together in front of you. His entire face is on fire now. Maybe you won’t notice it in the dim summer night.

“The file Bucky sent on you,” you say. Bob’s thoughts screech to a halt and start racing, all at the same time. If the weight in his chest weren’t so crushing, he’d laugh at how you manage to make his thoughts mimic an episode of Looney Tunes. You read his file? There was enough for Bucky to put together a file on him and send it to someone? Wait, of course there was. He recounts his juvenile record, his involvement in OXE’s Project Sentry, his psychological evaluations pre-OXE and those more recent — that file must be thick. He swallows around the lump in his throat. “You traveled South-East Asia?”

That’s probably the last question he expected from you. There it is again; his need to recalibrate his thoughts and his presence and his existence in his own body. He rubs his palms together, taps the fingers on his right hand to his left to count them.

“Uh — yeah. Mostly looking for drugs.”

“Were the constellations really that different?”

“A little. The big ones are the same, just flipped.” He glances at the sky, and this is probably the darkest it’ll get. Not enough to reveal the stars. “Too bad you can’t see most of them in the city.”

“North Star,” you say, pointing to a star in the distance.

“That’s…” he considers if he wants to correct you (he really doesn’t) but you turn to look at him, head cocked to the side slightly. Like a curious dog. Maybe it is true that owners take after their pets but he wouldn’t know. “That’s actually Dubhe. Second brightest in the Ursa Major. That,” He reaches his finger out and attempts to draw the constellation, “is the North Star”. Your eyes follow his movements and then trace the sky again in that pattern, as if you’re actually able to see the stars that aren’t there in this light.

“North Star is the brightest one in the sky, right?”

“It’s the brightest star in the Ursa Major, but there are brighter stars out there.”

Your eyes meet his and there it is again, a crushing weight on his chest and his blood roaring in his ears. And then you blink once, twice, and the feeling eases, not as oppressive but still present and he can hear the sounds of the city again. You smile at him, tightening the blanket around your shoulders.

“Do you know any other constellations?”

Bucky stares at the locker. The steel is faded and scratched, the door bent. Someone has tried to put their fist through it. He pulls off his glove, traces his fingertips across the dumps and dents on the door. The padlock on it is rusted. It crumbles in his hand with ease.

The hinges on the door creak.

He never came in here with a specific plan. But he saw the sign next to the door and his body moved on its own accord. And now he’s here and he’s looting through a dead woman’s belongings. Truly, how low can he go?

There’s a half-empty bottle of perfume on the top shelf. He picks it up and lifts it to his nose. The rational part of him knows it’s gone stale and disgusting but the irrational part, the part that longs for a soft and warm hand of the very worst and simultaneously very best Handler he’s ever had, overrides it. He scrunches his nose when the smell does not jog a memory, does not bring comfort. Of course it doesn’t and his own thoughts jeer at his actions. Of a dog, pitiful and weak and utterly loyal.

He caps the bottle and places it back on the shelf. His fingers bump against something small and round. He reaches further into the locker, feels around the dust and cobwebs until he finds it. Small, cylindrical. Lipstick, he realizes. He stares at it, debates, wars with himself. He should leave it where he found it, not keep mementos like some sort of psychopath. He should burn this place to the ground and scrub his skin clean, shove his head back into that machine to powerwash his brain and scramble the lingering sentiment towards his Handler. Instead, he slides the tube of lipstick into his left chest pocket.

Her coat is still there. It’s not the one she was wearing when he… Bucky grits his teeth. Her mouth was always so warm. Even with his metal and flesh fingers prying her jaw apart.

He feels the softness of the fur coat between his fingertips. He recalls how much she loved velvet. She always wore velvet coats, no matter how impractical. Fur coats, though, were reserved for special occasions. Maybe she had plans that day he ripped her into pieces.

He takes care to fold the dusty coat over his flesh arm, turns and leaves.

He makes it out before the others. The summer air is stuffy this far inland and the heat of the day lingers. Still, it's better than the stale air of rot and death inside the bunker. The sky is littered with stars. Bucky traces the constellations with his eyes. Ursa Minor. Ursa Major. It feels like they’re laughing at him, at the way he clings to his goddamn Handler.

“Hey.”

Yelena stops next to him. She looks into the sky like he does, squints at the stars. If she notices the coat slung over his arm (of course hse notices, he chastises his thoughts), she doesn’t say anything.

“All done?” He asks.

“We should leave before Alexei loots someone’s skull to display on the fake fireplace at home.”

“What, you not a fan of his interior decorating choices?”

Yelena snorts.

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misterbenzadrine · 23 days ago

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where the ck kids actually were/could've fit in kk: legends

!! possibly minor spoilers for karate kid: legends !! and a reminder that kk: legends takes place three years after the ck finale :) also would like to emphasize these are my personal theories with no canon standing lmao, i'm just delusional about cobra kai

miguel diaz

pretend this is sam lmao

where he was: finishing his junior year at stanford, likely with a great engineering internship and a job lined up for post-grad (again, not entirely sure why he chose stanford but i saw someone say he could be studying engineering so for sure ! engineer miguel !) OH AND he's started saving up for an engagement ring for sam :33

how he could've helped: this will be the obvious answer for most of them BUT he for sure could've helped to train li fong, champ to champ, and also could've served as a mentor for li, much like daniel, bc he knows what it's like to move to a new place, fight over a girl, and have ptsd over seeing a kid stabbed to death

robby keene and tory nichols

where they were: definitely off in some other country (i'm gonna say somewhere in latin america) in a karate tournament. even though they've slowed down how many tournaments they do a year, since they're getting older, they still compete and do masterclasses and meet and greets internationally

how they could've helped: love miguel down but robby and tory (and sam) likely would be better coaches for li since they're still actively practicing karate and havent stopped for school, so they're less rusty and likely picked up new techniques and moves in their travels to help li gain an edge on conor

sam larusso

where she was: her study abroad in okinawa was only a year long, but she loved okinawa so much and wanted to study more japanese culture and karate history that she ended up staying there for two more years. she got an apprenticeship under a local sensei and her japanese, while far from perfect, is coming along. chozen and kim occasionally visit her (the first time they visited, chozen didn't expect to see sam there and was all flustered trying to come up with a lie why he hasn't been in okinawa for a bit but after she finds out about their relationship, they become a frequent comfort for her when she gets homesick)

how she could've helped: mr. han, though knowing mr. miyagi had moved to california, had heard from friends of friends that his granddaughter was living and studying in okinawa. he visited okinawa in sam's first few months and was surprised to meet her, engaging in a long conversation and a fun exchange of martial arts concepts. when he makes the plan to train li, he asks both sam and daniel to fly into new york and train him (through movie magic, she has both the time and money). she's a lot more patient and technical with li and acts as a referee between daniel and mr. han, plus li appreciates her refusal to beat him up

binary bros (demetri + eli)

where they were: likely graduating early and already moving up the ladder at a great tech company (they had a higher position but the cfo wanted them to compete for who got the position, to which demetri responded "we're a package deal. it's all or nothing." and when the cfo happily sent them away, eli said, "screw that asshole. we'll start our own fucking company." they didn't but their joint projects and matching resumes impressed another company that offered them low-paying jobs and the promise they could move up if they worked hard. "sounds like capitalist bullshit but at least we'll work together, right?")

how they could've helped: obvious answer but a more advanced version of their FIGHT program, recalculated to emulate conor's karate style, could've helped li

kenny payne/devon lee/anthony larusso

where they were: finishing their senior year of high school, getting ready for college, AND winding down from the 2024 sekai taikai

how they could've helped: kenny would help just like miguel and even though shawn is very much alive, he could still connect with li over what it's like to need your brother when he cant be there. devon would be a lot like mr. han and daniel as a coach (embodying a lot of johnny's style) and be tough on li, though it's done with care. anthony would be a great sparring partner for li and could even just be someone who could understand how stressful and frustrating everything is, a lot like alan. mature anthony is my fav anthony <3

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wyrmguardsecrets · 3 months ago

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Going to say something that pisses quite a lot of people off, You can be non-binary, gay, trans, lesbian, the list goes on.. and thats good for you! Go get em champ, live your life. But for fucks sake, let me live mine too. Free of worrying whos gonna cancel me for not kneeling down and kissing their fucking feet, Making people fear you isn't fighting for your rights. It's actively making people feel like they have to fight back, you cause your own issues. STFU and grow the fuck up honestly.

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tricitymonsters · 5 months ago

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how would the ro's react to a transfemme mc coming out during the course of the game?

Supportive across the board but in their own distinct ways. All the ROs are bi and don't have strong body type/ or loadout preferences so while there might need to be some time to adjust the relationship is definitely not negatively affected!

Akello knows that coming out can come with a lot of taxing tasks that are stupid and arbitrarily annoying. He'll help you keep a list of what official docs you need to update and be your moral support when you have to go to the DMV and update your license. If your general look is changing to match your transfemme identity, he'll text you outfits that he thinks you'd look cute in. Also if medical or surgical procedures are part of this, Akello is your #1 support team and he'll make sure you're healing properly + following a sound diagnosis. Amir honestly might be a champ at this. He's never let Gender tell him what to do so he's very excited to be a part of you exploring your identity. Have princess fantasies? Amir will get you a custom designer outfit that would look right at home at any red carpet even and will even lean a little more masc in his own outfit choices to complement. Amir- being a very obviously genderqueer- is also extremely protective of those who are doing their best to live as true to themselves as possible and will be on HIGH alert for any microaggressions or shitty attitudes.

Mori will definitely have a period where he might be bad at pronouns or names but he won't make it about himself and will eventually get it right. He'll ask a million questions about what kinds of petnames he can call you, both goofy (please is sugartits on the table) and cute (baby, sweetheart, sweet cheese, hot stuff, chica etc etc etc). Some Karen makes a comment about you in the coffee shop? He'll slap the frappucino directly out of her hands without blinking.

Raath doesn't have a strong concept of "binary" identity to be totally honest so I'm not sure this would warrant a strong reaction in him. He takes what you say at face value and with no pushback. If you say this is your new name and pronouns, he's accepted that as the new reality. Of all the ROs, Raath won't make a single pronoun mistake believe it or not. He hasn't spent a lot of time living in normal society so as far as he's concerned your truth will never come with an asterisk or argument.

Kazu is supportive in his own quiet way and is very good at adapting to new information or preferences regarding coming out and will go out of his way to make the transition as smooth as possible. He'll be slightly embarrassed to ask but he'd want to know if his weird penchant for chivalry stuff (opening doors, walking on the outside, punching people who look at you weird) is too overbearing or if he's allowed to lean into that a little more. #2 behind Akello if you have surgery or medical procedures going on!

Marcel is sweet and enthusiastic about it. Loudly makes announcements about it (with your approval), loudly and jovially corrects people who say incorrect names or pronouns, will cut in and divert if anyone asks invasive or rude questions. Basically he's playing your personal interceptor and will not let the Bullshit get to you.

#the ROs just want you to be happy!#your identity is something only you can know for sure but theyre there to support you every step of the way #thank you for asking!#mori #amir #marcel #raath #kazu #akello

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bipedalpossum · 2 years ago

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instead of “good boy,” here’s some gender neutral things to dirty talk your non-binary partner in bed

good human

upstanding citizen

old sport

champ

abomination beyond comprehension

biblical plague

arcane trickster

nugget

GAU-8/A 30mm gattling autocannon

#196 #nonbinary #queer #lgbtq #shitpost

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zoieru · 18 days ago

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heylo cuties

when I suffer with the saddies, I have a very bad habit of feeling like withdrawing. so !! I make myself do the opposite ☝🏻😌

SEND THE ASK TO @kavehshairfeather it's my side you don't have to follow to play

LEAGUE MATCHMAKING GAME !!

Send me a 🍑 and I will send you a league of legends (m!) character that I'd match you with :3 (romantic)

IN ADDITION / ALTERNATIVELY

You can send me a 🍓 for an (f!) match (romantic)

And a 🍉 for a platonic match (bestie style) (send pronoun if you have a pref)

You can send a mix of any of the emojis but ONLY SEND ME TWO EMOJIS !!!!!!! Don't send all three 🔫 :3 or else

This is loosely inspired by zebra's game where she assigned people skins n champs :3 𖹭

I'm using f! And m! Because there are no confirmed enby or otherwise characters in the league roster other than the monsters which are still usually assigned the gender binary (rude !) or referred to as 'it'. And while I support your monster fucking antics, I do not feel familiar enough with your preferences to assign you a big spiky purple guy, or a ghostly horse man >:3c Ty for your understanding.

I will take into account their sexualities too! <-

It's all funsies and sillies okai !!

#ask games~

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anotherwvba · 2 months ago

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Finding Your Place, pt. 6

Trays clicked and clacked like machine gun fire. Laughter and shouts echoed. The occasional plate breaking on the floor like a grenade scattering shrapnel. To say the WVBA Cafeteria during the peak lunchtime rush was akin to a battlefield would not be an understatement.

This Thursday was no exception. It was just a little past noon and there was scarcely an empty seat to be found. Support staff were in scattered pockets, either catching up or conducting business at working lunches. Boxers and coaches alike were scarfing down meals to keep their energy up for their afternoon workouts.

Amidst all of this chaos was Razor Sharp. Still dressed in her workout gear, an orange sports bra and green shorts, she surveyed the room, looking for an empty seat. Any empty seat.

As she weaved her way through the tables and patrons, she picked up bits and pieces of the scenes unfolding around her.

Von Kaiser was sitting at a corner table, soup on the table, looking over a bunch of paperwork with Niki Binary and Luna Doll. Razor made a quick mental note.

Studying with Von Kaiser, huh? This could be more fun than I thought.

Glass Joe and King Hippo were engaged in some conversation that had them both quite excited. Joe was quite animated as Hippo was in the process of demolishing a literal mountain of grilled chicken.

Skye Ivy and Star Mika seemed to be watching some cartoon on a tablet as they ate their lunches. Mika was pointing out something on screen as Skye nodded studiously.

The loudest table saw Aran Ryan holding court with a crew of rookies. While most of the newbies were joining in with Aran as he laughed a little too loud at his own jokes, two men, a young blonde that clearly had money and a blue-collar looking guy with reddish-brown hair were carrying on their own conversation, occasionally side-eyeing Aran and shaking their heads.

Jazzy Jamboree, the WVBA’s lead announcer, was sitting with Mr. Sandman. They both had laptops on the table, Razor catching a glimpse of voice over copy on her dad’s screen. He caught a glimpse of his baby girl, smiled, and shot her a quick wink.

Her legendary father would be ringside for her WVBA debut a week from Saturday, calling the action. It was a fact, and a pressure, that wasn’t lost on her.

After wading through tables and chairs, seemingly all of them full to capacity, Razor spotted an empty seat. Sitting alone at a table near the center of the cafeteria, decked out in a Kamen Rider Ryuki t-shirt and simple black leggings was Cutie Hondo.

She was studying a tablet on a stand in front of her on the table, scribbling notes with one hand and picking through her bento box with the other. Razor could see on the tablet King Hippo’s latest match. It had been an exhibition against the RBC’s Tank Thrasher. Thrasher, a former crocodile wrestler, gave it his all, easily faster than the sluggish Minor Circuit Champ, but he’d underestimated Hippo. It was a mistake that led to Thrasher on the canvas before long.

Cutie paused the video, her eyes narrowing. “He likes to load up a hook when he ducks. Leaves him open on one side. I bet nii-san can bait that and then…” Quickly, she started scribbling notes in Japanese on her pad.

“Yo, you mind if I sit here?” Razor’s voice was confident, but kind, as she drew Cutie’s attention. “Ain’t a single empty seat in here don’t smell like barbeque sauce and bruised egos.”

A quick laugh nearly made Cutie do a spit take. She smiled and gestured to the chair across from her. “You’re Razor Sharp? Right? Please, sit! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Appreciate that, but do me a favor?” Razor slid her tray down and pull out the chair, “Unless we set the throw hands soon, it’s Sahara.”

“Hai, Sahara it is.” Cutie giggled and took a sip of her tea. “Niki’s the same way. If she’s got her lanyard on, it’s Nicole. And she’s serious about it, too. She threatened to throw a cinnamon bun at me the last time I called her ‘Binary’ outside of the ring or the gym.”

Razor, or Sahara, stabbing her fork into her grilled chicken and chuckled. “Aight, seriously girl, how does anybody keep names straight ‘round here? Most of us got names that makes us sound like a toy commercial.”

“Right?” Cutie smiled in agreement, “I mean, I get merchandising and stuff, Cutie Hondo is a more marketable name than Kyoko Kobayashi, but man. It took me a month to remember everyone’s real name and ring name.”

Sahara took a few bites as Cutie continued on with her studies before Sahara’s curiosity got the better of her. “I saw you’re watchin’ King Hippo fights. Don’t really see whatcha gon’ learn from him that’s gonna help you. You two ain’t exactly the same style, ya’ know?”

“Oh, no. This isn’t for me,” Cutie rubbed her eyes for a moment. “I’m scouting to help my brother Koji. He’s got a title shot next week and I wanted to help. So, Coach ‘Cane asked me to look for holes in Hippo’s game.”

“Koji is Piston, right?” Sahara leaned forward, eyes focusing on the fight playing out on Cutie’s tablet.

Cutie nodded as she paused the video and scribbled another note, “Yep. Coach ‘Cane passed the name down to him. Nii-san puts a lot on himself, carrying Piston Hurricane’s name into the ring. But, he knows what it means and tries to live up to it.”

Sahara was silent for a moment as Cutie continued writing. “Hippo always looks so slow, but he’s not. He tries to catch you with a real sudden shot, short and strong, to stun you. Then, he can just lay in with power punches. Nii-san’s got to be careful. If he gets carried away…”

“He’ll get carried out,” Sahara nodded, finishing the thought, then her voice softened. “Really cool of you. Doing recon for your bro.”

Cutie looked down with a bashful smile. “He’s my brother… and I like helping. I can’t be in his corner during his fights anymore, being on the roster myself and all, but I still want to be there for him, you know?”

“I…” Sahara leaned back, fiddling with her fork. Her eyes searched the room absently, focused on nothing in particular. “I wish I did.”

An awkward moment passed, Sahara taking a deep, steadying breath as Cutie tried to read her expression.

Sahara exhaled and looked at Cutie with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Must be nice. Having your brother’s back. Knowing he’s got yours.”

Cutie blinked in confusion, Sahara’s change in tone obvious. “Sahara? Is there…”

“Don’t sweat it,” Sahara half-laughed. It was a humorless, sad sound. “Just some family drama. Nevermind it.”

“Sahara, um,” Cutie set down her pen, meeting Sahara’s eyes with a warm look. “If you need to talk, I’ve got some experience with brother problems?”

That caught Sahara off guard, “What the hell makes you think…”

A calm, friendly smile formed on Cutie’s face as she shrugged. “Lucky guess? Look. We’re the only two little sisters in the league. No judgement, but I know that vibe.”

Exhaling a deep breath, Sahara nodded slowly. “Aight, that checks out. But, girl, I don’t know you like that. This ain’t the kinda talk you have with a chick you just met.”

“Fair enough,” Cutie chuckled. “But, we’ve both got big brothers in the WVBA. Maybe we could form some sort of… I don’t know… support group? Book club? Biker gang?”

Sahara’s eyes narrowed. “How do you go from book club to…”

“I don’t know, but you get the idea,” Cutie waved dismissively.

Their table went quiet for another moment.

Sahara’s muttering broke the silence, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

The silence stretched for a few moments, both girls eating bits of their lunches. Eventually, Sahara glanced up, “You and, uh, Koji ever get into it?” Her tone was casual, the question was a probing one.

Cutie’s genuine laughter startled a few neighboring tables. “Gomen! Gomen!” She quickly apologized and nodded in the direction of those she’d disturbed before looking back to Sahara. “God, yes. All siblings do! We’ve yelled and argued and fought. One time, he hid my Kamen Rider Black CD and I didn’t talk to him for a month! But… but, we always pull it back, talk it out, and that’s that.”

Sahara’s gaze went distant. She looked like a weight had settled on her shoulders as she slumped in her chair ever so slightly.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Cutie��s eyes brightened, a mischievous smirk slowly forming.

“I’m listening,” Sahara leaned forward, interest piqued.

“Alright,” Cutie nodded, “I’ll tell you about the biggest, dumbest fight I ever had with Piston if you tell me what’s going on with you and Sand…”

Sahara’s hand slammed into the table with a resounding bang. Cutie’s tablet fell flat, plates and silverware rattled, and every eye in the cafeteria turned their way.

“That ain’t his name!” Sahara’s body was drawn tighter than a kite string in a hurricane.Her eyes flashed, sharp and raw. And everyone that looked toward them slowly looked away.

Cutie’s eyes went wide at the sudden shift, but Sahara held up an apologetic hand, “Yo, we’re good. That ain’t on you. I just… Andre ain’t earned that name. Sandman is our dad.”

“I understand,” Cutie nodded, her voice quiet, “Andre it is. I’m sorry I…”

“Nothin’ to apologize for,” Sahara straightened her now disheveled tray. “But… that deal… still stand?”

“Of course, it does.” Cutie smiled warmly.

It took a moment. A long moment. “Ya know,” Sahara finally allowed the slightest of smiles, “I might be down with talkin’ to another little sister ‘round here.”

Star Mike is an OC belonging to @cyrah-is-cool101 and is used with permission.

Jazzy Jamboree is an OC belonging to @sukipershipper and is used with permission.

#punch out #super punch out #punch out wii #punch-out!!#super punch-out!!#punch-out!! wii #wvba #punch out oc #punch out fanfic #razor sharp #cutie hondo

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ghostcat96 · 2 months ago

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It's so hard to explain my gender I think

Because if we seperate it into categories like, how I feel, how I express, and how I want to be perceived

There are so many contradictions!

How I feel: non-binary fully gender neutral, maybe even agender to a point. Sometimes I get this overwhelming feeling of maleness once every year and an overwhelming feeling of girlness every 10 years (years are estimation it's not literally on a schedule)

How I express: both masculinly and femininly. I like wearing dresses and makeup sometimes, I like wearing flannels and things that feel very masc to me as well. I like masculine or gender neutral words only (they, he, handsome, pretty, king, bro, dude, guy, etc.) Feminine words make me feel weird

How I want to be perceived: I want to be perceived as a guy by my friends sometimes. I want my family to view me as gender neutral as possible. I don't want strangers to perceive me by gender unless they're going to call me "my dude", "bud/buddy", or "champ" (all three have happened :D (technically champ was by my uncle but he's transphobic and I don't like him so he isn't in the family category)). I want to be viewed femininly if it's to prove a point to sexist assholes.

I prefer if people use they/them more than he/him for me because too much he/him feels kinda weird (unless you're cheeseindeed (I miss you man) she can use he/him as much as she wants)

#i wasnt really going anywhere with this post #It feels kinda like a vent #but more like stuff I've thought for a while but never put to words #and I wanted to put it in words #transgender #trans #non-binary #transmasc

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kimberlyannharts · 4 months ago

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You say that PR is kicking sentais ass when it comes to female red Rangers, but that's not true. Sentai did a female red ranger first, and Kakuramger had the first female leader. Sentai has also had more plus sized rangers than PR, had a male Pink Ranger in DonBrothers, and a non-binary ranger in King Ohger.

First of all I want to make it clear that there's no "winner" in regards to representation between Power Rangers and Super Sentai. Both have their failings and should be doing more with representation, especially given how long both franchises have been around.

But that being said....no, Power Rangers has absolutely kicked Sentai's ass in regards to female Reds lol Power Rangers actually had the first female Red ever with A-Squad Red Charlie in SPD, which predates Kaoru in Shinkenger by four years. Kaoru is also the ONLY female Red Sentai has, while Power Rangers the show has had three (Charlie, Lauren, and Amelia) and the modern comics have had at least seven (Britt, Grace, Rhian, Putty Rita, Trini, Tula, Lauren - with two of those girls have two separate sets of Red powers.)

As for the others -

= Yes, Kakuranger had a female leader before Power Rangers - but I do think it's worth noting that she debuted twenty years after Super Sentai began, versus how Power Rangers adapted her as Delphine three years after Power Rangers began.

= I'm.....legitimately failing to think of any plus-sized Rangers in Sentai besides Champ in Kyuranger. Who was a robot bull. So should we really count that. Power Rangers also failed with plus-sized representation in the show, and the only examples it has are Jack from Hyperforce and Tigan from the comics. But at least Jack was...a person kdjfk

= Sentai does have a male Pink and a non-binary Ranger, which is great! We should have seen that kind of rep in the actual Power Rangers show, but we do have a decent number of both in the comics - Zack, Daniel, Casey, Kartyr, and Orion as male Pinks, and Mathis, Ori, and Death Ranger as non-binary Rangers.

So overall, while Sentai might have been the "first" to do a lot of this, Power Rangers has the advantage of quantity, thanks especially to the modern comics. But again, both sides can do better, and have barely scratched the surface of other aspects of representation.

#transmission #anonymous

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queerwritersingerdramaqueen · 9 months ago

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TUMBLR, I WILL MAKE YOU POST THIS

PREVIEW:

AKA-NO-KEN YOU ACTUAL PHSCHIC HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GUESS ALL MY GOD CASTINGS CORRECTLY???

AGAIN, WISDOM SAGA SPOILERS SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ALSO MAYBE A TRIGGER WARNING FOR LOVE IN PARADISE CAUSE THAT WAS MORE THAN I WAS FUCKING EXPECTING.

THIS IS SHERLOCK AND BILL'S FUCKING SAGA NOW BITCHES BROS AND NON-BINARY HOES. AND AGAIN, I'M FANGIRLING AS I GO.

So, with where we left off, William's having a minor relapse in his mental state but it won't become too much of a plot point/serious thing. He and Moran are on funky terms but if there is no "reconciliation" in later sagas then We'll figure that out when we get there. Anyway, this saga ain't about him.

(ALSO, I MISSED A FUCKING OPPOURTUNITY

VON HERDER AS TIRESIAS, IM A FOOL)

Anyway, lets get started.

The Wisdom Saga:

Legendary - BILL IS HERE FUCKERS. SHERLIAM'S ADPOTED SON IS GONNA BE LEGENDARY. I really like how this parallels with Canon when Bill only knew William as a genius professor and Sherlock's actually the one who introduces them in a way. It'll set up nicely for when we get to "I can't help but wonder" and Telemachus/Bill has to toss up with the fact that his Dad just removed the twenty year problem but he did also kill a bunch of people (you know, like in canon.). So this starts out with the lights slowly coming in and Bill's "room" has a chair and a few other easily moveable props. This is a very dancey number I'm finding so these props are probably gonna get taken off stage so there can be actors milling around for Telemachus to interact with, I think he'd be mostly weaving between them trying to avoid them while they keep swiping at him. The majority of suitors can be off the stage but Antinous and a few others are up there ready for the "Whatcha gonna do about it, champ?" The lights would change on Boy to a red colour. It would be so cute seeing Billy fight for Sherlock's Honour. I think something really cool that could happen is when Telemachus sings "somebody help me" the lights flash blue for a second like Athena has heard his plea. and at the very end of the song, he punches Milverton square on the nose (in the fake way of course).

Little Wolf - My big idea for this that would absolutely not transfer over to a regular production of Epic the musical would be that Antinous/Milverton is not the one fighting Telemachus/Bill. I cannot really see Milverton fighting for himself and would definitely have lackey's doing it for him; but outside of this AU Antinous absolutely fights for himself. But yeah, Milverton mocks the shit out of Bill while he's fighting somebody. The lights stay red while the suitors and Milverton are doing their thing. When Athena appears the lights turn blue like fighting of the panic of being in a fight. I think this is one of those moments where its so fun having Sherlock as Athena and Penelope cause it's like "Don't worry baby, Mama's here to help." But, onto the super cool crossover intertexuality talk I can't seem to do right now, Sherlock as Athena fits very nicely cause he, alongside William, helps Bill get into the university; so Sherlock being the one helping in this fight reminds me of that. And Athena's "I've no respect for bullies" reminds me of his disdain for Milverton and his methods of blackmail. ALSO, HER PIANO IN THAT PART IS SO FUCKING GOOD I FUCKING ASCENDED. PAIRING IT WITHT HE DRUMS THAT WAY, WHO DOES JORGE THINK HE IS. In a way, this is like showing how Penelope would like to react to her suitors beating up her son (it just popped into my head but kind of like a batman meme, Penelope dressing up as the goddess of wisdom to fuck up her son's bullies). Athena's whole solo there sounds a lot like Sherlock when he was talking to Irene. And when the fight ends and Antinous says Penelope needs to pick a suitor, Athena/Sherlock is very disturbed before he helps Bill up.

We'll be Fine - The thing I love the absolute most about this musical is exploring Sherlock's side of this whole fiasco they were in and giving him a chance to vent some of this frustrations. Because it wasn't easy on him either and he might blame himself a little bit for not being able to help more. Bill knows a little bit about it from gossip and rumour and being a part of the Epic cast for a little while, not too much but between the two of them, Bill understands that Sherlock is letting out a bit of his frustration with the previous problem and the repeat that seems to be occurring, because he's super smart like that (I say seems because in real life, it won't last that long and William is probably gonna be ok and reconciled with Moran by the time we get there. It'll hopefully make sense once we get to the next saga but I just can't keep knocking this dude over he needs to start healing and giving him a less self-jeopardising problem to fight). Even though he and William have worked through a fair bit of what happened and their still going really strong, Sherlock is still worried. Sherlock's super soft on Bill because he's so similar to William. Bill, while sticking to the script, is just subtly reassuring him that it's ok, they'll get through this rough patch and they'll be fine. Sherlock doesn't need to be the first responder. A little bit of it probably comes out as Bill saying "William wouldn't want you to beat yourself up over this," especially when he mentions Athena's friend (William and Bill are also probably really close friends at this point, don't tell me William wouldn't take him under his wing immediately after they're introduced). When Athena calls him a good kid, Sherlock ruffles his hair and then Bill makes a move like someone's calling him and runs off, leaving him for the next part.

ALRIGHT I'M HAVING FUCKING ISSUES WITH TUMBLR RIGHT NOW SO STAY TUNED FOR PART TWO BECAUSE ANYTHING LONGER THAN THIS WONT FUCKING POST OR SAVE AS A DRAFT.

@aka-no-ken I'M COMING SWEETIE AND I'M BRINGING MY WORK WITH ME JUST BEAR WITH ME

#yuumori #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #sherliam #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes #billy the kid #bill hunting #he doesn't have a tag :'(#john watson #mary morstan #miss hudson #george lestrade #HE DOESN'T HAVE ONE EITHER???#might come back and clean up at a later date #epic the musical #epic the wisdom saga #Epic X Yuumori AU #look! I made a tag for it!

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writerblue275 · 2 years ago

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Welcome! (And Masterlist)

-A little about me and this blog:

Sup! I’m LadyBlue275 and this is my writing blog where I’ll post headcanons, drabbles, one shots, or anything else that catches my fancy. You can call me LadyBlue or Blue. I’m 27, queer (Omni if we’re being specific), and non-binary (She/They). I love love LOVE romance novels, especially historical romance, so that’s where the inspiration for all this comes from. I can’t promise posts will be regular as I have a full-time career completely unrelated to writing. Not to mention the ADHD and depression which will do depression things. But I will do my best to update as I’m inspired. (If you know me irl, lmao look away you’ve seen nothing.) Works are my own. Do not steal, reproduce, or sell them. And fuck AI.

-Requests are currently: CLOSED! (Feel free to read rules for requesting HERE for when requests are open!)

-Fandoms I’m currently writing for (subject to change):

Arcane: Specifically Viktor (my fucking beloved), Jayce, Caitlyn, or Vi

Heartsteel: Lmao all of them I love Heartsteel. (Also will write about these champs in their non-Heartsteel versions)

Other fantasy/romance novel inspired drabbles or something unrelated to a specific fandom

Current Works in Progress: HERE

-Masterlist ( After the "Keep Reading" will do my very best to keep this updated): 💖-Fluff, 💔-Angst, 😏-NSFW

Heartsteel

Whole Group-

Headcanons:

-Catch you singing/dancing/lip syncing to "Paranoia" -💖

-Pet names - 💖+ very very slight😏

-Heartsteel with an insecure plus-size partner - 💖😏A little bit💔[based on the premise] (18+ ONLY)

-Love languages (giving and receiving) - 💖

-Taking by care of a sick/injured S/O - 💖

-Valentine's Day Plans - 💖

-Behavior while tipsy - 💖

-Heartsteel members as pies (for Pi Day) - 💖

-First Kisses with Heartsteel - 💖

-How Heartsteel would comfort an upset/irritated partner - 💔💖

-Heartsteel members as photos of my cat (no explanations, just vibes) - 💖

-Heartsteel members reacting to compliments - 💖

-Random Heartsteel boyfriend Headcanons - 💖

-Heartsteel kiss headcanons - 💖

Rankings (with some bullet explanations):

Least to most romantic - 💖

Least to most dominant - 😏😏😏😏 (18+ ONLY)

Least to most “scary boyfriend privilege” - 💖

Mood music/music inspiration(idk what to call this:

-Songs that make me think of the Heartsteel members (+ Alune!) - 💖? (Some songs referenced are 😏, but nothing on the actual post is 😏.)

Individual Members-

Aphelios

Nothing yet!

Ezreal

Headcanons:

Heartsteel!Ezreal NSFW Alphabet - 😏😏😏 (18+ ONLY)

Kayn

Heartsteel!Kayn NSFW Alphabet - 😏😏😏(18+ ONLY)

Heartsteel!Kayn becoming a dad - 💖

Collaborating with Heartsteel!Kayn - 💖(some plot points minor 💔)

K'Sante

Nothing yet!

Sett

Heartsteel!Sett becoming a dad - 💖💖💖

Yone

Heartsteel!Yone becoming a dad - 💖

Arcane

Jayce

Headcanons:

- Pet names - 💖

Viktor

Headcanons:

- Pet names - 💖

- Jayce finding out about your relationship with Viktor (based on the pet names headcanon) - 💖

Other League Champs -

(Non-Heartsteel) Ezreal-

Headcanons:

- FWB!Ezreal - 💖😏very slight💔 (18+ ONLY)

Song-inspired fic:

- The One That Could Break My Heart (set in FWB!Ezreal universe.) - 💖😏💔 (18+ ONLY) - CHs. 1, 2, 3 (FINISHED)

One-Shot:

- Mask of the Black Rose! Ezreal One-Shot - (technically set in FWB!Ezreal universe but can be read separately). - 💖, very slight 😏(at end), slight slight 💔.

(Non-Heartsteel) Kayn-

Headcanons:

-A secret relationship with Kayn - 💖

#about myself #about my blog #about my writing #masterlist #welcome #arcane #heartsteel #league of legends #let’s do this

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caelantorena · 4 months ago

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OC introduction and lore: Caelan Torena

THIS POST IS AN INTRODUCTION TO MY POKEMON OC CAELAN. NOTE THAT THIS POST MAY CONTAIN SEVERAL TRIGGERING ELEMENTS SUCH AS MENTIONS OF PARENTAL ISSUES, SEVERE PHYSICAL INJURIES AND SCARRING, MENTAL ISSUES AND POKEMON RELATED VIOLENCE. PLEASE HAVE THIS IN MIND WHILE PROCEEDING!!

the timeline for this is completly headcanoned and ages of characters might differ from canon to fit the narrative.

i spent a lot of time working on this so i hope you all will like it!!

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General informations:

Full name: Caelan Daiya Torena.

Nickname: Cae, Golden Girl.

Titles: Champion ranked trainer (Paldea), 1st Champion (Alola), Golden Champion (Galar).

╰┈➤ "Golden Champion", a title one might obtain by winning the "Pokemon Battle World Cup" set up in Galar every four years.

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Ethnicity: Paldean (mother's side), Kantonese (father's side).

╰┈➤ speaks english, spanish and japanese.

Birthday: March 29th, 2005.

Gender: Genderfluid (AFAB), she/they.

╰┈➤ uses mostly feminine or gender neutral adjectives.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Astrology sign: Aries.

MBTI: ISTP.

Physical Appearance:

Height: 170cm (5'5).

Weight: 57kg (125lbs).

Skin tone: Pale.

Hair: Wavy, Shoulder length, Black + grey dyed strands.

Eyes: Heterochromia (right blue and left brown).

Other distinctive traits: Freckles, eye scar, tongue and ear piercings.

Relationships:

Parents: Caliya Torena (mother), Dashin Muramoto (father).

Siblings: Shawn Muramoto (step brother on father's side).

Friends: Gladion, Hau, Kieran, Arven, Carmine, Penny, Nemona.

Romantic interest: Nemona (current), Kieran (past).

╰┈➤ she fell in love with Nemona since they met, but she was too young to realize it at the time, and it took several years for them to understand theur feelings. they used to have a childhood crush on Kieran too, and were each other's first kiss, but their romantic feelings for each other's eventually died down as they grew up.

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Age differences (how old they are compared to Caelan):

- Gladion: same age (two months younger).

- Hau: same age (six months younger).

- Kieran: same age (seven months younger).

- Arven: five years older.

- Carmine: six years older.

- Penny: one year older.

- Nemona: two years older.

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Sexuality and gender headcanons:

- Gladion: transmasc, gay, he/him.

- Hau: demi-boy, aroace, he/they.

- Kieran: transmasc, bisexual, he/him.

- Arven: unlabeled, aromantic, they/he.

- Carmine: cisgender, lesbian, she/her.

- Penny: non-binary, panromantic and asexual, she/they.

- Nemona: demi-girl, lesbian, she/they.

╰┈➤ they consider their friends like family, and has a very specific relationship with each of them that ressembles different family dynamics: Arven and Carmine are like her older siblings, even parental figures sometimes, Penny is like a favorite cousin, she sees Gladion and Kieran as brothers and treats Hau like a little brother or even a son. and of course, Nemona is her girlfriend.

Pokemon teams:

Main team (strongest members from all her other teams):

- Jolteon (Volt)

- Lucario (Luck)

- Ceruledge (Shanight)

- Lycanroc (Alpha)

- Breloom (Champ)

- Flygon (Hexon)

1st team (first ever pokemon team she had, at age 10).

- Skeledirge (Blaise)

- Jolteon (Volt)

- Tinkaton (Rose)

- Flygon (Hexon)

- Garganacl (Rocky)

- Ogerpon

2nd team (team built in Alola, from age 11 to 16).

- Inceneroar (Fuego)

- Toucannon (Heol)

- Lucario (Luck)

- Lycanroc (Alpha)

- Tsareena (Reina)

- Alolan Raichu (Ampter)

3rd team (built once back in Paldea, at age 17).

- Ceruledge (Shanight)

- Azumarill (Azur)

- Espeon (Syka)

- Luxray (Gold)

- Breloom (Champ)

- Krookodile (Craken)

Other pokemons (that she doesn't usually use for battles but still keep close to her):

- Miraidon

- Shiny Silvally

- Shiny Nihilego

╰┈➤ they usually use their main team most of the time now, but sometimes they'll switch some of her pokemons, especially in offical battles and tournaments, to have more open options for strategies.

╰┈➤ she's very affectionate and caring with her pokemons, especially those of her main team. she's often seen walking with one of them at her side, whether it'd be her Jolteon on her shoulder or her Lucario walking alongside her.

Life history and lore:

Childhood (before age 10).

Caelan Torena, born as Caelan Muramoto is the second child of Caliya Muramoto, née Torena and Dashin Muramoto. She was born in Kanto, in Celadon City.

Caelan's father, Dashin, is a renowed scientific, whose main course of work is studying the potential existence of alternative dimension and creatures existing in said dimensions. He worked in close collaboration with professor Turo in Paldea, hence why him and his family moved to the town of Medali, in order for him to work alongside Turo on the time machine and studying the future dimension. Caelan was two years old at the time.

During the next three years, Dashin dropped from the studies with professor Turo to recenter his work around other alternative dimension discovered: the Ultra Dimensions. He worked closely with Lusamine and Mohn, going back and forth between Alola and Paldea. He had apparently contributed to a lot of discoveries regarding Ultra Beast and their biology, but also to the functioning of Ultra portals and dimensions. Though after one of his travels to Alola, something happened and Dashin never went back, him and his family moving from Medali to Cabo Poco. Caelan was five years old.

While he was a devoted scientist, Dashin barely had any impact in his children's education, which leaded to several fights between him and his wife Caliya. For years he continued his work from Paldea, though still highly interested in Ultra Dimension. He got so ingrossed in his work that he completly neglected his family life, sometimes getting in huge fights with his wife. When Caelan was ten years old, the fights got so intense that they settled on a divorce. Caliya, not wanting her young daughter to get in the crossfire, sent her to Uva Academy, knowing she could live in dorms.

2015, first year at Uva.

Caelan never had many friends before going to Uva, as she was homeschooled. Nemona was the very first friend she met, followed by Arven and Penny.

The events follows the game plotline, starting in September. Caelan became Champion ranked in late October, while the Area Zero events took place at the start of November.

2016, end of first year at Uva, first year in Alola.

The Kitakami events took place in February. Caelan had turned 11 when they went to Blueberry Academy, in April.

Caelan's parents eventually divorced, and to make sure to never cross path with Dashin ever again, Caliya decided to move to Alola with her daughter.

In June, Caliya and Caelan move to Mele-Mele Island, in Alola.

Caelan took their mother's last name, Torena.

They start the Island Trial, meeting two other friends, Hau and Gladion.

In late July, Caelan became Alola's first Champion.

2018, third year in Alola.

Caelan is thirteen years old, and is still Alola's Champion.

Around October, a high activity of the Ultra Dimension is detected, with portals opening at several places through Alola, unleashing ferocious Ultra Beasts.

As the Champion, Caelan was tasked to deal with the Ultra Beast and capture them.

However, an accident happened with one of the operations. While battling a group of Nihilego on Poni Island with Hau and Gladion, they got outnumbered and overwhelmed by the creatures.

An attacked striked by one of the creatures hit Caelan, not only breaking some of her bones from the shock, but also landing sharp bits of rock into her right eye.

Caelan was put into an artificial coma for a year and a half.

2020, fifth year in Alola.

In April, Caelan woke up from their coma, at fifteen.

Their body's wounds were mostly superficial and healed through the coma. However, the attack through her eye impaled it definitly, leaving a large scar and making her completly blind from this eye.

The attack pierced her skull, giving her heavy brain damage. They struggled to generate and regulate emotions correctly, often shifting between states of emotional numbness and violent bursts of emotions. Her mental condition from the age of fifteen was similar to a bipolar disorder.

She also has strong ptsd regarding U.B's, mention or sight of it can trigger a huge violent response from her.

They sometimes has episodes, when feeling too much emotions that their brain cannot regulate at once, they can faint and black out from it.

She stayed six months at the hospital after waking up, getting out in early October. They still had a heavy medical routine and a bunch of operations coming up afterwards.

2021, last year in Alola.

After several months of medical treatment, Caelan started get to emotionally better. Though she didn't have regular emotional outbursts anymore, she was still in a general state of numbness, though they could regulate themselves better and feel normally more often.

Alola still had to deal with UB apparitions, and Caelan being the only one strong enough to beat most of them, had to confront them again

To help them fight and prevent another incident, two pokemons were confide to them by Æther Foundation: a shiny Nihilego and a shiny Silvally, that were both conditionned to annihilate Ultra Beasts.

Caelan took more time to get used to the Nihilego, mostly because at first the sight of it would trigger an episode, but she eventually managed to train it.

They spent several months doing missions to fight U.Bs, and gained a rutheless character to their reputation because of the savage behaviours of her Silvally and Nihilego in these fights. They were said to leave the Ultra Beasts in such poor states it was impossible to capture them after fights.

Around May, the U.B apparitions stopped, and Caelan never used her Silvally or Nihilego again, though still keeping them close to her, just in case.

It's around July that Caelan decided she needed a break from everything. She took a pause from her Champion duties to take a month of vacation in the place she hadn't realized she missed the most: Paldea.

After six years, they returned to Paldea. They reunited with Arven, Penny, Miraidon which stayed under Arven's watch, and Nemona. It was after seeing them again that Caelan understood that she wanted, and needed, to come back.

2022, first year back in Paldea.

Caelan officially gave away her Alolan Champion title and moved back to her childhood house in Cabo Poco with her mother in February. She celebrated her seventeenth birthday with her friends.

They decided to enroll back in Uva Academy, in order to get a diploma in Expert Pokemon Battles and Advanced Pokemon Biology.

Her mental state gradually improved after moving back, she started to feel emotions in a more stable way, progressively finding a cheerfulness and determination she hadn't had since she was a kid.

Building a new pokemon team during the year's Treasure Hunt, she claimed her Champion rank once again, and was even offered to be Top Champion of Paldea's League, which she refused.

2023, second year back in Paldea.

At eighteen, Caelan graduated alongside Penny. While her friend officially became an engineer for Paldea's League, Caelan wanted to pursue her forgotten childhood dream of becoming the strongest trainer alive.

In April, she went for a month as an exchange student at Blueberry Academy again, where she reconnected with Kieran and Carmine. Kieran had become Unova's Champion, and they regularly battled together.

In July, there was the official announcement for the 1st edition if the Pokemon Battle World Cup, which would take place in Galar the next year. All Champions and Elite Four trainers were invited to participate in the tournament in order to design the strongest trainer in the world. Of course, Caelan wanted to participate.

2024, Galar's tournament.

A few days after her nineteenth birthday, Caelan went to Galar with Nemona in order to spend several months training for the championship. It was the greatest battling event of the decade, and she wanted to be ready.

It's during these months that they established their main team.

The tournament took place in June, in Wydon's Stadium. The battles were casted on tv worldwide everyday for three weeks.

Caelan really started to make a name for herself while facing the other Champions. She faced Champion Cynthia in quarter-final, Champion Red in semi-final and Champion Leon in final.

To them, those three battles were the most exhilirating fights of their whole life, and they loved every seconds of it.

And, finally, Caelan defeated Leon in final, making her the 'Golden Champion' of this year.

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[Going to say something that pisses quite a lot of people off, You can be non-binary, gay, trans, lesbian, the list goes on.. and thats good for you! Go get em champ, live your life. But for fucks sake, let me live mine too. Free of worrying whos gonna cancel me for not kneeling down and kissing their fucking feet, Making people fear you isn't fighting for your rights. It's actively making people feel like they have to fight back, you cause your own issues. STFU and grow the fuck up honestly.]

I'm not responding to the OP of this post. I'm responding to everyone in the comments of this post. You proved their point. Congratulations on using your perceived status as a shield to be shitty. Once again, you leapfrogged over their point, thus proving it, to make what they said a billion times worse than what it actually is. You have the right to exist. But so do we. I'm SORRY the world isn't kinder to you. But don't be shit asses to those of us who literally didn't do anything to you but aren't gay/trans/whatever. We don't care what you do or who you love. But we deserve to exist, too. Do we have privilege? Yeah. I never had to wonder what my folks might think when I brought home a new flame cause we are a straight couple. I never had to worry for my safety because of who I dated/married/loved. I never had people tell me I was wrong for existing and it SUCKS that you have people doing that to you. BUT telling us the same things that got told to you isn't the right move. Not every straight person needs to "learn a lesson" about being a shit person because we're not all shit people.

You're supposed to be breaking the cycle, not egging it on. Be better for your cause. Be better for your future. Be better for humanity.

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(Cross posted on Wattpad and AO3)

~I waited for a girl like you to come and save my life~

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"So you might be wondering what the team does after winning a championship." Aisha said, talking into her phone. "The answer. Victory nachos." Everyone at the table cheered. Sitting at the table was Aisha, Demetri, Hawk and Moon. "It was supposed to be a round of drinks but the waitress was not feeling Hawk's fake id."

Hawk leaned across the table towards her, talking in a whispered voice. "Hey don't talk about that. My parents follow you."

“Sorry, Mr and Mrs. Moskowitz. But guess who's ID worked!?” Aisha turned the camera over to Trixie, who held out her drink with a smile. Aisha turned back to the phone. "Anyways, until next time, no mercy bitches." Aisha ended the video and sat down by Demetri who was holding a nacho.

"I have to say it feels good to be at a victory party." He said, right as he was going to put it in his mouth.

Hawk swooped in and stole it. "Yeah except you had nothing to do with the victory." He said as he ate the chip.

"Then I take it as a belated party for the coding competition we won at computer camp. Remember?" Demetri was looking across at his friend. "Demetri and Hawk. Binary brothers." He sang in a robotic voice, making them laugh.

"Hey, cool it with the nerd shit." Hawk whispered to him, Demetri's smile fading from his face.

"Hey where's Miguel? He's wings are getting cold." Moon asked.

Miguel was sitting alone, away from the team. Hawk, Trixie, and Aisha walking over. "There you are." Hawk smiled as he sat on one side, Aisha on the other, and Trixie behind him.

"This is how you celebrate a first place trophy?" Aisha asked with a small laugh.

"She blocked me." Miguel's voice was sad as he stared down at the table. Trixie placed her hand on his shoulder with a frown.

"So what do you do when you get blocked? You counterpunch. Maybe just don't hit her this time." Hawk said with a laugh, Aisha sent him a glare. "What too soon?" Hawk asked innocently. "Look, all I'm saying is don't give up."

Miguel sat up, finally raising his eyes but still not looking at his friends. "It's not use, I blew any chance I had with her." His voice sounded defeated.

"Just give Sam some time, she'll come around." Aisha said in a soft and comforting voice.

"Yeah, don't worry. And, you can always hold a boombox under her window." Trixie joked, making Miguel chuckle slightly. "She'll forgive you, I'm positive about that."

"Or she won't." Hawk had cut in. The three looked over at him. "You’re the champ now. Every girl in the valley will want you. You're like Drake. Enjoy it." Hawk said with a chuckle, lightly hitting his arm as he stood up and walked back to the table.

Aisha patted his arm. "I'm not sure I want to be Drake." Miguel murmured.

"Don't worry. You're not." Was Aisha's response, making the boy laugh. Trixie chuckled.

“I’m convinced something’s fishy with that guy. In a few years he’ll become a pedophile or something.” Trixie scoffed, her hands crossed with a slight smile.

Miguel laughed with her, “Drake? He’s a popular singer. Not all celebs are weird and creepy.” He countered.

“Are you defending Drake?” Trixie asked, “I’ll remember that and when he does turn out like a weirdo, I’ll tell you I told you so.”

Miguel fake-pouted with an eye roll as he sat down next to her. “Hey, I thought Hawk’s ID didn’t work?” He pointed to her drink.

“Yep! But my brother’s did.” Trixie grinned as she offered her drink, “Want some?” She asked and Miguel nodded, taking a sip before coughing harshly.

“What the hell is that?!” He exclaimed.

“Vodka.” Trixie laughed at his outburst before taking a long drink from her cup.

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Miguel, Trixie, and Hawk got to the dojo and were talking till they noticed the new students in front of the place. Smirking, Hawk approached. "Hey, mouth breathers, move it." He said in a demanding voice.

Two boys quickly moved aside. "Sorry." Mitch, a chubby boy with curly brown hair, said.

"I'll get the door." Chris said. This guy had shaved black hair and dark skin.

"So you want to be Cobra Kai, huh?" He asked the two. After asking Hawk raised his fists and made a move at them, making them flinch. He chuckled. "You got and long road ahead." He walked into the building, Miguel following him.

“Sorry.” Trixie shot them a guilty smile before following them in. Just because Cobra Kai was an All Valley Winner, doesn’t mean they got to be assholes.

Mitch hit his arm. "Why'd you do that?" He asked.

Chris looked confused. "I didn't do anything." Mitch just rolled his eyes and walked inside, leaving the confused boy outside.

Miguel looked around at the fire mark and the broken mirror. "What happened here?" He asked.

Aisha looked over and shrugged. "Sensei must of had a party." She replied, a small smile on her face.

"Must have been pretty wild if fire got involved." Hawk pointed out. Miguel was still looking around. "Look how much glass there is." Him and Hawk had started walking again. "I wonder why he didn't invite us." Hawk chuckled some.

“I dunno, if it was a victory party, I think Sensei would probably invite us.” Trixie crossed her arms.

The new students had walked in, talking among themselves. "Quiet!" Johnny yelled, silence instantly following. "The dojo is closed today to new students."

Chris gave him a look. "We just wanted to sigh up after we saw the tournament," Johnny turned his blue eyes to him.

"Do I need to say it again? Get out."

Mitch nods his head, backing up some. "Yes, Sensei, come on." He nods his head towards the door. All the new students started to walk out.

"Let's go. Come back tomorrow and bring your checkbooks." He then turned to his students. "Fall in!" He called. The group instantly moved as he instructed.

"Must have been a rager Sensei." Hawk commented with a smirk.

"What did you do? Party all weekend?" Miguel asked.

"Party for what? My students are a bunch of pussies." Johnny said, making the smiles fall away from their faces. "Diaz, Hawk up front." He called. The two boys moved towards the front, a bit confused. The two faced the other students. "Hawk, did you attack your opponent when their back was turned?" He asked, starting to circle, slowly.

"Yes Sensei." Hawk nods, casting a confused glance at Miguel.

"Diaz, did you purposefully attack your opponent's injury?" Miguel gave a slight nod of his head.

"Yes Sensei." Johnny stopped walking when he was in front of the two. "Do you think that makes you more of a badass?" The two looked at each other. "What, question too tough? Do you need some help?" Johnny asked before he started pacing again. "Ms. Wong!" He called on Trixie.

"Yes Sensei?" She watched him as he walked.

"Two cobras in the jungle. One kills the strongest lion and the other kills a crippled monkey, which cobra do you want to be?" He asked as he turned and started walking back the other way.

"The one that kills the lion, Sensei." Trixie replied, her voice edging on confusion.

"Why is that?" Johnny looked over at her.

"Because it killed a stronger animal."

"Correct! Cobra Kai is about being badass. And the baddest badass takes down his opponent when he's at his strongest. " Johnny said in a loud, clear voice. "Not when his back is turned! Not when he's injured!"

As he said those two he got into Miguel and Hawk's faces. "Is that understood?!" He turned back to pacing in front of the class.

"Yes Sensei!" Everyone said together, a voice of union.

"That means no more cheating. No more fighting dirty. Those are pussy moves now. You don't want to be pussies do you?" Johnny asked.

"No Sensei!" Again in perfect harmony.

"Good. That's why I had you wear your white belts. You're starting over. Hawk, Diaz, 50 push-ups on your knuckles. Ms. Robinson, warm them up." He looked over at the two boys.

"Yes Sensei." Aisha said. She moved to the front. "Fighting positions. Jab punch." As the students warmed up. Miguel and Hawk were doing perfect push-ups.

Trixie felt an uneasy feeling in her gut, even though the dojo looked roughened up, there wasn’t any rager party going on during the weekend. So, what actually happened that fire needed to get involved?

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Trixie stood in front of the punching bag, her eyes focused and intense. With a deep breath, she shifted her weight onto the balls of her feet, muscles coiling with anticipation. With a swift, powerful motion, she launched her fist forward, striking the bag with a force that sent it swinging violently.

‘Every success is a mistake. We don’t deserve all of this.’

‘But we do, you’re being negative because you want attention. You’re fine, everythings fine.’

‘No, it’s not fine. Everything we’ve done, we’ve never done it for ourselves. We don’t feel fulfilled because everyone’s always stepped on us. We let everyone run ahead.’

‘But we were always faster, what do you mean?’

Each strike that followed was faster and harder, her fists blurring in a flurry of movement. She gritted her teeth, pouring all her energy and frustration into every punch, each one more powerful than the last.

‘You love him, you have to admit it.’

‘Love is a strong word.’

‘A word that you feel. A word that you correlate with him.’

‘He’s your friend’s ex. You shouldn’t put your feelings before her, and even if you did confess, you know that you’d be a rebound.’

‘I won’t be. He’s not like that.’

‘But what if he is?’

Her breath came in quick bursts, her body moving in perfect rhythm—left hook, right jab, uppercut. Sweat dripped down her face, her ponytail whipping with each sharp twist of her torso as she attacked the bag relentlessly.

‘We don’t deserve this. This life isn’t ours. Everything we’ve done has been easy, we’ve never worked hard before. We deserve to feel this way.’

‘We deserve to have friends, stop being so dramatic and suck it up! Just because you feel this way doesn’t mean you have to be an attention seeker and go around looking for validation.’

Sweat dripped from her brow, but she didn't pause, didn't falter. Each strike was harder than the last, fueled by something deep inside- anger. A need to push her limits, to channel her strength, to use that anger and take it out on everyone else.

'We both know that we haven't done anything useful in our life.'

She winced as the punching bag swung above the ground, she hissed as she saw her red, raw, and bleeding knuckles. ‘Should’ve worn that tape…’ She thought as she wiped her forehead with a towel and took a drink of water.

“Woah, you seem pretty upset.” Patrick crossed his arms as he surveyed his sister's disheveled body.

“Why would I be upset?” Trixie asked absentmindedly as she accidentally grazed her knuckle with the towel and winced. “It’s the start of summer.”

“You’ve been at it for a while, hm? When’d you come down here?” Patrick pointed to her raw knuckles.

“Since seven.” She said vaguely as she brushed past her brother to bandage her knuckles. “I’ll be fine, Trick. I’m going out later though.”

“Alright, but make sure that you eat something!” Patrick called after her.

Trixie shrugged with a sigh as she went up to her room, closing and locking the door behind her. She opened her bathroom door and dug through the cabinet before finding some bandages.

After finishing wrapping her knuckles and taking her medication, she got into the shower, washing her hair and drying it.

As she finished changing into a simple white shirt and jeans, her phone blew up with multiple texts. She grimaced before checking them.

Aisha: Hey, karate just started where r u???

RAGHHH🦅: Karate just started wth

Miguel: Where are you?

She widened her eyes before grabbing her karate uniform and bolting down the stairs, what time was it??? How long had she been training for? She groaned as she grabbed the keys and started the car, hopefully she wasn’t going to miss anything.

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Johnny stood in front of his students. "Today we have a visitor. This is Mr. Kreese. He's just an observer, pretend like he isn't even here." Johnny told them, casting the man a side glance. "Mr. Diaz, warm them up." He moved to stand by Kreese as Miguel moved to the front. He bowed to the others and they bowed back.

Just as he was about to speak, Trixie burst through the dojo with a sigh. “Sorry I’m late, I lost track of time.” She said and Johnny noticed her bandaged hands. Trixie set down her bag to see Kreese looking at her. She bowed down to Johnny with a slight smile, “Sorry, sensei. I was busy, I won’t be late again.” She said.

Johnny stayed silent, his eyes flickering to Kreese. “Get in line, Ms. Wong.” He said and Trixie let out a shaky sigh before getting in line.

Miguel shot Trixie a reassuring smile and she nodded before he yelled. "Front kick!" He called and everyone followed suit. "Front strike!" The group moved in perfect sync. "Side jab!" Miguel called, everyone dabbing then breaking into laughter. (GET OUT!)

Trixie looked around before rolling her eyes with a slight smile. Kreese looked at Trixie before nodding slightly and turning to Johnny, staring intensely at him. "What the hell was that?" Johnny demanded.

Miguel looked back at him. "We're just messing around. We have 11 and a half months until the next All Valley." He seemed slightly confused as to why Johnny seemed different, on edge.

"Yeah and we already know how to kick ass." Hawk said, the group around him laughing.

"Oh, really, so you're done huh? Nothing left to learn?" Johnny's eyes were fierce. Aisha giggled some, Johnny looked over and approached, standing in front of her. "What's so funny, Ms. Robinson?"

Aisha tried to hold back her laughter. "Sorry, Sensei. You wouldn't understand."

He narrowed his eyes on her. "Try me."

Aisha leaned a bit closer to him. "It's a snake-do." She told him. Johnny didn't understand.

"What's a 'Snake-do'?" He questioned and everyone put an elbow on the arm, holding the other hand up like a snake head, making a hissing sound. Kreese looked disappointed.

"Quiet!" Johnny yelled, everyone instantly stopped. "5:00 am tomorrow morning. Corner of Fulton and Raymer. You don't show and you're off the team. Class dismissed." Johnny was angry as he walked into the back room, Kreese following him.

“You, Ms. Wong.” Kreese pointed to Trixie. She looked and followed quickly, shrugging at Miguel, who gave her a confused expression.

“Yes, sir?” Trixie asked as she was pulled into Johnny’s office.

“Your knuckles, what exactly happened?” Kreese asked. Trixie felt like she was walking on glass, as if if she said the wrong thing she'll hurt herself.

“I was punching too hard.” Trixie said vaguely. Kreese looked before nodding.

“You’re very strong for someone as small as you.” Kreese crossed his arms and Trixie copied his stature, looking at him with pursed lips.

“I’m 5’7, sir.” Trixie said and Kreese nodded.

“Right.” Kreese said, “You’ve got a lot of potential, Ms. Wong. If you ever need extra training, just tell one of us.”

Trixie contemplated her answer before nodding, “Currently, I’m not looking for anything private. I’m here for a teacher, nothing personal.” She said before adding, “I do appreciate the offer, I’ll take it into consideration.”

Kreese nodded, “A good answer for someone like you. You’re dismissed.”

Trixie left the office, sweating more than any exercise she’d ever done in the dojo as she saw Miguel waiting for her. “You didn’t have to wait for me.” She said as she grabbed her bag.

“I wanted to.” He smiled as they walked out of the dojo.

“Did you want to get ice cream? I mean, I promise I’ve got more money this time.” Trixie grinned and Miguel chuckled.

“Sure, that’d be fun.”

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“I still don’t know how you can eat that. It’s still nasty.” Miguel grimaced at the bubblegum pink ice cream that Trixie ate happily.

“Hey, you’re eating chocolate?” Trixie pointed before smiling, “So I was right, you’re a chocolate muncher.”

“I didn’t really have a favorite ice cream until you chose chocolate to be honest.” Miguel shrugged. Trixie’s heart swelled with…? She wasn’t sure what she felt, but she knew that she liked him a lot.

“So, what happened at practice? That random guy seemed to put Johnny on edge.” Trixie frowned and Miguel shrugged once again.

“His name’s Kreese. He’s sort of Sensei Lawrence’s friend? I’m not sure though.” Miguel admitted, taking a scoop of his ice cream.

“Kreese makes me sort of uneasy, don’t you think?” Trixie asked and Miguel nodded.

“He’s sort of… Weird.” Miguel said as he took another scoop of his ice cream.

“Yeah, but I’m pretty paranoid about him. Which is weird because he didn’t seem threatening except for his outward exterior.” Trixie frowned. Miguel placed his hand on hers.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s nothing. He’s probably just creepy.” Miguel said with a smile. Again, there was that electric shock that got her heart pounding once he placed his hand on hers.

She pulled away slowly, taking a scoop of her soon-to-be melted ice cream into her mouth with a smile. “Thanks, Miguel.” She said quietly.

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It was 5:00 am, the Cobra Kai students were mixing cement. Some were passing bags down the line. Aisha was stirring it with a shovel.

"Don't add too much water, you want it nice and thick." Johnny said, watching from the side.

"Sensei, why are we mixing cement?" Miguel asked, out of breath, stirring in a different wheelbarrow then Aisha.

“Yeah, what he said.” Trixie added. Thankfully, she was wearing shorts so the start of the summer heat wave didn’t bother her. Of course, she’d regret not wearing longer pants soon.

"No questions." Johnny said sternly.

"All right." Miguel groaned as he went back to stirring.

“I feel like a witch.” Trixie added and Miguel chuckled, at least she could stay positive during the rough training.

"Keep stirring!" Johnny was walking away from them. He walked to stand by Kreese.

"Their muscles are gonna ache, sure, but if you want to make them tough you have to give them something to be afraid of. No one's afraid of a little cement." The older man said.

"They will be." Johnny said.

A honking horn caught their attention. A cement mixing truck was pulling into the area. Kreese glanced over at Johnny. Johnny walked up to the truck driver, talking and shaking hands with him, it was obvious that they knew each other. He handed Johnny the keys before walking off. The students shared confused looks.

Johnny stood in front of the truck, his students surrounding him. "You think winning the All Valley has given you the right to goof off?" He asked, hands on his hips. "Well I got news for you. Winning a championship doesn't mean squat." He started to pace in front of them.

"A true champion never stops training. You keep moving or you get stuck exactly where you are. It's just like the cement in this truck. If that drum doesn't start moving the cement will harden and get stuck. Is that what you want to happen to you?" He stopped walking.

"No Sensei!" Everyone said together.

"Good. Then climb up, get inside and make it spin." Everyone shared looks.

"Sensei, we're sorry for messing around." Aisha said.

"We've learned our lesson." Hawk threw in.

Johnny pulled the ladder down, making a loud clunk noise. "Get in!" He said in a more demanding voice.

"Sensei, this seems kinda dangerous. I mean the fumes alone..." Miguel started before being cut off.

"Quiet!" Kreese yelled, everyone looking over at him, even Johnny. "This man led you to the mountain and you question him? Look at you. Look at all of you. I can't believe this pathetic pack of pussies made it to the All Valley."

Kreese was now standing in front of them all. "And won. It's an absolute miracle. And who made that miracle?" He asked before gesturing to Johnny. "Johnny Lawrence. The best student in the history of Cobra Kai. My student."

Hawk looked at him. "You were Sensei's Sensei?" He asked in a amazed voice.

"You better believe it. And I'll tell ya, I've never trained a tougher student in my whole life." He glanced over at Johnny. "So if you know what's good for you, you better listen to every goddamn word he says."

Trixie raised her hand with a slight smile, “Sounds fun, I’ll do it.” She grinned.

Miguel took a step forward. "I'll do it too, Sensei." He said, head held high. Miguel walked towards the ladder, Johnny patting his back as he passed.

He was followed by Hawk, Trixie, then Aisha. Miguel looked into the drum. "Holy shit." He said in a small, awed chuckle. He lowered himself down into the left over cement, slipping and falling.

Hawk followed, slipping but he regained his balance. "This is weird." Miguel said, others have joined them. Johnny looked in.

"Don't just stand there, you want to get stuck? Move!" Miguel nods. "All right, come on." He moved towards the curving wall, the others following suit.

They started pushing at the wall. Nothing was happening. "Come on, push!" Johnny called from outside.

Kreese turned his head to the side, looking at Johnny. "Have you ever done this before?" He asked.

"Don't worry, I got this." Johnny never looked over at him.

"Come on, don't just stand there." Hawk said in a strained voice as he put his whole body weight on the wall. It started moving.

"There we go! There we go! A little bit faster!" Johnny called to them. The drum started turning faster. "That's it! There you go!" Johnny yelled with a smile on his face. The students outside cheered them on, even Kreese smiled.

As they got out, Trixie slipped, almost falling before Miguel grabbed her arm. “Woah! Can’t have you falling, can I?” He asked teasingly and Trixie pulled him down with her.

The two laughed before getting out of the cement drum with smiles. As they got to the ground, Johnny sprayed them off with a hose. "You should all be proud of yourselves. I know I'm proud. Your parents would be proud, too, if you told them what we did here today, which we won't." He gazed at his students.

"You pushed forward like champions. Never stopping, never satisfied, never giving up. And if you keep going and keep pushing them you're going to go places you've never even dreamed of." He was looking directly at Miguel and Trixie.

Miguel smiled and Trixie gave him a small nod which Johnny returned.

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“TRICK!” Trixie yelled from her room as she held an empty pill container.

“Yeah?!”

“I need more meds! I ran out.” Trixie yelled as she threw the pill container into the trash.

“Alright! I’ll put it on the list!” Patrick shouted from downstairs.

Trixie rubbed her face as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was supposed to go to the beach today with her friends and they were leaving in about an hour and a half.

She traced the scars on her arms, biting her lip as she saw the scars. Some from her father, some from herself. Trixie breathed in a shaky sigh before deciding to wear her swimsuit, but covered her arms with a black beach shawl. She slid on some shorts before going downstairs.

“Are you ready to go?” Patrick asked and Trixie nodded, slinging her bag of sunscreen, snacks, and a towel. “Alright, I’ll see you in a bit.”

Trixie waved before meeting up with Miguel, “Hey, we ready to go?” She asked and Miguel nodded.

“Yep.” He smiled and noticed her shawl, “It’s like a hundred degrees out. You sure you’re not hot?”

“I am hot.” Trixie grinned cheekily, making Miguel roll his eyes as they entered her car. “But no. I’ll be fine.”

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