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My Protector (Part 2)

A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to Part 2 of My Protector. This chapter is a little bit long, I’m sorry😭

Warning: Action, cursing, fighting, shooting, stabbing, killing, hit men, mentions of poison, masturbation, fingering, secrets, toxic gas

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Your POV

We made it to the café where my friend waited. As we rode here, the silence was thick. It was just as thick as the tension between us. I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking of that moment. I would take glances at him every now and then. I took the opportunity to look at his outfit. His pants were black and baggy, his shirt was fitted and his shoes were black and combat boots. All of the leather on his body along with his weapons was an attractive sight I have to say...

He opened the door for me and helped me out. He closed the door behind me and followed behind me. Our car pulled off to park as we walked to the restaurant. “I saw you looking at me.” He said. I cleared my throat. “Really?” I asked a little bit timid. “Like I told you..if you want more... you can just ask..” He said. “I have a husband, you should stop.” I said facing him. He only chuckled and opened the door for me. “Sure you do..” He said. What does that mean?

I spot my friend at a table and I sat down. She smiled at me and gave me a hug. Her smile then dropped when she saw Ten sit down beside me. “Who’s this?” She asked. “This is my bodyguard Ten, Ten this Megan. One of my close friends.” I introduced. She held her hand out. “Hi Ten!” She said. He stared at her hand and slowly looked up at her. He leaned back in the booth. “Hm.” He hummed. She pulled her hand away with an awkward smile. “Sorry, he’s just not used to others.” I said. “It’s okay! Well Ten would you like to eat something? A drink? What would you like-“ “No offense ma’am but I don’t want to talk to you. I’m here to protect Y/n, not to conversate with someone. Especially if that someone is a person I don’t know nor trust.” Ten said bluntly.

I gasped. “Okay Ten, could you go and get me a drink? Please?” I asked. He looked at me and then at Megan. “Sure..” He said, eyeing her. He walked away and went to the bar. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for him to just..” “Y/n it’s alright. He seems like a tough cookie to crack anyways. That’s good.” She said. I smiled. She called a waitress over to order. “Hi! I want an order of red wine and a salad. What would you like, Y/n?” She asked me. “I’ll have the same thing!” I said. “Okay, I’ll get your wine, right away.” The waiter said.

After a bit, our wine came and we clinked our glasses together. Just when I was about to drink it, Ten snatched it out my hand. “What are you doing?” He asked. “About to have drink, why?!” I asked a little furious. He gave me another glass. “This was the one I got you. Drink it.” He said. I was about to take it. “Wait- Y/n you’re really gonna let him tell you what to do?” She asked. “Well maybe it’s for the best, I mean there’s a lot of people around here that’s dangerous and-“ “You think I would order you something dangerous?” She asked.

“N-No! I’m just saying! My wine could have been contaminated with something.” Megan scoffed. “Just drink it! Nothing is wrong with it at all!” She said. I looked at her. “Why do you want me to drink it so bad?” I said. Megan leaned over the table and tried to grab the drink out of my hand. “Just drink the one I ordered for you.” She said. I leaned back. “Megan! What are you doing?!” I asked. She gripped my arm. “Put the damn drink down, Y/n.” She gritted through her teeth.

Ten looked at the drink and seen that had something floating in it. “Poison..” He whispered. Ten noticed her hand gripping your wrist making him go into protect mode. He took the drink in his hand and threw it towards Megan. She screamed out causing a scene. He threw the glass and punched her in her face. “TEN! WHAT THE HELL?!” Y/n yelled. He the spot two men in the corner, ready to pull out their guns.

“Y/n get down.” He said. “No! Why did you-“ “Damn it woman!” Ten pulled Y/n under the table and started to shoot at the two hit men. They both ran to where him and Y/n were. Ten came from underneath the table and dodge the bullet the man shot. He slid under the man’s legs and kicked him in his back. The guy behind aims his gun at Ten. Ten dodges the bullet and took the man behind him by his arm. He cracked it and took his gun from him, shooting him in head. Y/n screamed as the other approached her. Ten ran behind him, putting him in a headlock, kicking the back of his knee so that the man was on the ground and cracked his neck.

Meanwhile, Megan reached for the gun on the floor and shot Ten in his shoulder. “Ten!” Y/n exclaimed. “Bitch!” He yelled. He kicked her in the face, breaking her nose and grabbed her by the shirt. “Where is the woman who gave you the drink?” He gritted. Just as he asked, the girl gasped and ran back into the kitchen. He hit Megan in her head, making her fall unconscious. “Stay right here, I’ll be back.” He said to Y/n. She nod and hid under the table more. He ran back behind the counter jumping over it and finding the woman, trying to load up a gun. He kicked the gun from her hand kicked her on the floor. He aimed the gun at her.

“Who gave you the poison?” He asked. “No one!” She lied. He shot at the floor beside her head making her scream and cry. “I’m gonna ask again, who gave you the poison?” He asked again. She shook her head. He narrowed his eyes and shot her hand. She screamed out. He bent down to her level and gripped her hair, still aiming the gun. “I’d hate for this last bullet to be in your head now tell me who the fuck gave it to you?!” He gripped her hair tighter. “The boss!” She yelled. “Who is that?” He asked. “I can’t say...” She said. He shot her in the head and left her body there.

He came back out the kitchen to see two men aiming at him. He ducked behind the counter and shot from there. He could spot Y/n there, trembling of fear. His mind was only trained on her. He jumped from the counter and landed a kick to the men’s head. They both teamed up to fight him. He took his knife from his pants and stabbed one of the men in the leg while he twisted the other’s man arm. He took out his knife from the man’s leg to stab it in the guy’s chest, then yanking it out. One man down, the other to go.

Y/n watched the scene go down. She watched his moves and the way he moved. The way he fought for her life was somewhat..attractive she thinks? How his face was concentrated on the enemy’s moves and how he would encounter them so fast. She couldn’t lie...the way he shot at people and held a gun was really making her feel things that she shouldn’t.

The guy landed a punch to Ten’s face. He was about to hit him again, but Ten was too fast. He took his other arm and twisted that one as well. He picked up the gun from the floor and shot his neck. The man feel on the floor. Ten approached Y/n, helping her from under the table. She looked at him in astonishment.

“What...was that?” She couldn’t even find the right sentence. “That was me protecting you.” Ten replied. “Thank you..” She said bowing. I came back up and seen the shot wound in his arm. “Oh my god, you’re bleeding!” Y/n exclaimed. “I’m alright, go and get in the car.” Ten said holding his shoulder. Just then, there was smoke coming from vents, spreading quickly. Ten widened his eyes. “Y/n, let’s go!” He said. Y/n then start to cough and become dizzy. “No, No, No...” Ten mumbled.

He picked her up just before she fell and grabbed her things. He ran out the door seeing the car pulled up at the front. He rushed Y/n in before she could die. He closed the door behind him and breathed out. He breathed the clear air. “Y/n.” He called. No response. He turned to her quickly. “Y/n?! Y/n!! Wake up, come on. Y/n?! Drive to her house faster!” Ten yelled. “But, there’s-“ “I don’t give a damn about this car’s supply, she’s needs to be home! NOW!” Ten yelled. The car speed up and ran lights and stop signs.

They finally reached home and everyone in the car helped Y/n out the car. Ten ran into the house and went straight to her bathroom. He found her inhaler and he gave it to her. “Come on..wake up..” He mumbled. He then heard her coughing and breathing. He pulled her up to let her breathe. After she was okay, she fell back asleep. He sighed out in relief as he watched her breathe in her sleep. He got up and took off her shoes and jacket carefully. He placed them down and covered her inside her blankets.

He left the room and he heard her phone ringing in her purse. He picked it up. “Hellwo? Mommy?” He heard on the other side. “Hello?” He responded. “Who are you? Where’s my mommy? I want to talk to mommy.” The little girl said. “M-Mommy’s asleep right now, who are you?” He asked. “Hi, this is Y/n’s mother. Where’s my daughter and who are you?” The woman said. “Well I’m Y/n’s bodyguard and right now Y/n is resting. There was a shoot out at restaurant today that she was involved in and she’s exhausted.” Ten explained.

“Thank you for protecting my daughter, really! Her husband is never around for this stuff.” She exclaimed. “Yeah I see.” Ten said. “I don’t know if you know about kids but I’m dropping off Bailey now and I have to work. I’m sorry if this gives you any trouble.” Her mother explained. “No, it’s completely fine. She’ll be safe with me.” Ten said. “Thank you, so much!” Her mother said. They hung up the call and five minutes later, there was the door opening.

A little girl walked around the corner. “Mommy? Mommyyy?” She called. Ten went downstairs and seen her wondering around. “Are you Bailey?” He asked her. “Hellwo sir, where’s my mommy?” She asked. “Uhhh she’s sleeping. I don’t want you to disturb her okay?” He told her. “Okay..can you pway with me?” She asked. “What?” He replied. “Pway with me, I got some wew dollies and my mommy’s not up to pway, so you have to.” She explained. He looked at her eyes and seen a reflection of Y/n in them. How cute was she? “Okay, I’ll play with you. But only five minutes.” Ten said.

She led him upstairs to her room and seen that it was a typical child’s room. Pink walls, pink bed, pink...everything... “Do you wike my room?” She asked. “Yes, it’s cute. Like you.” Ten said. “Tank you!!” She smiled. She smiled like Y/n. “Wow..you look exactly like your mom.” Ten said sitting on the bed. “I lot of pweople say tat.” She said pulling out more dolls from her toy box. She sat on the floor and handed Ten a doll. “This is my mommy’s favowite dollie. She says it wooks wike me.” Bailey said. “It does, doesn’t it?” Ten responded. He watched her as she played. “How old are you Bailey?” Ten asked. “I’m thwee.” She said holding up two fingers. Ten smiled and held up three fingers. “It’s like this, not this.” He said demonstrating. She looked at her fingers. “Thwee?” She asked holding up three fingers now. “Yes, three.” He smiled.

She giggled and played with her dolls again. “Thwee..” She mumbled while practicing it. He couldn’t help but to giggle at her cuteness. He then felt a slight pain in his shoulder. He forgot that he was shot during the incident. He got up from the bed. “Okay, Bailey you stay right here. I’ll be back.” Ten said. “Otay..” She mumbled still playing. He closed her door and went to Y/n bedroom. He seen that she was still asleep and went into the bathroom.

He seen that there were bandages and medicine for his wound. He took off his shirt and winced as he applied the medicine. After he did, he tore the bandages and wrapped his arm. He then hears someone approaching. “Oh!! T-Ten..” Y/n said.

Your POV

I woke up from the nap I took and heard someone in the bathroom. I thought it was my husband so I went inside. Then I seen that it was Ten. “Oh!! T-Ten..” I said. I seen that he didn’t have on a shirt. A tattoo on his arm showing along with the one on his chest. I blinked while looking at his body. He had it all...handsome face, amazing fighting skills, and now an amazing body. I was finally pulled away from my thoughts when I heard his voice.

“Are you gonna sit there and fuck me with your eyes or are you gonna answer my question?” He asked with arms crossed. “Umm..what did you ask?” I asked. “I said, are you alright?” He repeated. Not with your body out like this. “Y-Yeah! I’m fine..” I said. He hummed and put his shirt back on. “Are you? I mean...” I said. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll always be alright as long as you are.” He said, fixing his shirt now.

“Thank you..for saving me. I would’ve been a dead woman without you.” I said. “Your welcome.” He said. “And your mother called earlier.” He said. I gasped. “Oh my god! My-“ “Calm down, she’s in her room with her dolls. She’s alright.” Ten said. I breathed out. “Thank you!” I said. He nod. “I’ll go and check on her.” He said. I nodded. “Okay..I’ll shower.” I said. He walked out of the room and left me there. I cut on the hot water and undressed myself. I climbed in and let the water hit my body. I sighed of relief. Today was a scary and hard day. I was almost shot at and almost died for breathing in gas.

If it wasn’t for Ten, I’d really be dead. I have no knowledge of self protection. Luckily, he’s here to protect me. My thoughts traveled back to Ten at the restaurant. Even though he killed some people because they tried to kill me, I don’t know why I found that attractive. He was very skilled with hands, feet, knifes and guns. His care for me as well...when I was a little bit unconscious, I heard him mumbling my name.

I haven’t anyone care for me in a way like that in a while. Lastly, his body....wow...his body just now was something I couldn’t get out my head. I felt my hand moved to my folds, touching over them and rubbing them. I sighed and bit my lip. I moved my fingers in circles, feeling the pleasure. My mind was clouded with Ten. I moaned out. “Ten...” I whispered. I gripped my breast, remembering the moment where he did the same. “If you want more..all you have to do is ask...” His words echoed through my head. Should I take up on that? “Ten.” I moaned a little louder. “More...I want more...” I whispered to myself, now slipping my fingers in my wet heat.

Ten’s POV

I was playing with Bailey and talking to her. “Ten? I’m hungwry..” She mumbled. “Let me go and talk to your mom. Stay right here.” I said. This child is too cute, sometimes I don’t want to leave her alone. She’s just like Y/n. Even though it’s only been the first day with Y/n, I’ve known her for a while. I didn’t do as much of stalking her, just..watching her from a distance. I was originally supposed to kill Y/n but instead fell in love with her.

I lied and said that I was going to be her bodyguard and to kill her then, but I only did this because I want to be with her. Her husband was a very old friend of mine. He was a just a regular kid until his parents built a company. He then became a rich little shit. He left me alone and went to go hang out with other people that bullied me. I was always an outcast in school, hell I still am. They always thought of me as an easy target and a push over.

I wasn’t really raised by my parents, just my grandmother who passed away a year ago. She was my first love I have to say. Y/n is my second. I then joined classes that involved violence. I graduated from high school and went with these group of guys that trained me to be an assassin. To be honest, I’m surprised that bastard doesn’t even know that it’s me.

I reached the door of Y/n bedroom and enter, just as I was walking I heard her moaning. I crept into the doorway of the bathroom and heard her more. “Ten...More..I want more...” She moaned to herself. I smirked and walked away from the door. I knew she wanted me... “Okay, if you want more, then I’ll give you more...” I said to myself.

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The Commentator’s Secret (Charlotte Flair x Reader)

Anonymous Request:  I was just wondering about any time in the future could you write a charlotte x G!P reader?? Crazily get if its not your thing no bother, I also know you're suuuuper busy so theres no need to answer to this ask! thank you for all the stories though

Now, this fic is going to be a LITTLE different than most gp stories, I went for a more emotional fic for the first time around. 

A part 2 to this is ALREADY planned, and I’m already working on it, so the long won’t be TOO long. 

I just think that a story like this needs to be handled in a way that is of no offense to anyone AND takes a situation that I’ve only ever seen people write as sexual, and change it to something more emotional. 

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. FEEDBACK ON THIS ONE IS REALLY IMPORTANT TO ME! 

Charlotte hums as you strut past her backstage, the woman’s eyes on you as you stare at the paper in your hands, completely enthralled by whatever is written on it.  

She flips around shamelessly ogling you as you walk away.  

“Yer drooling.”  

Charlotte jumps at the sound of her best friend, Becky Lynch’s voice, the blonde rolling her eyes.  

“Shut up.” She growls, turning back towards you, unfortunately realizing that you’re out of sight.  

“She’s gone.”  

Charlotte turns to her best friend with a glare.  

“I can tell.” She grumbles, the Irishwoman snickering as she chases after the blonde.  

“Ya can’t get rid of me dat easy.” Becky catches up with her, the tall blonde throwing her arm around her friend’s shoulders.  

“Yer just mad because ya didn’t get ta ogle Y/N more.”  

Charlotte shrugs.  

“Maybe.”

Becky scoffs.  

“Maybe my arse.”

                                                          ***

Charlotte hadn’t FORMALLY met the newest commentator on Monday Night Raw, but of course, she’d seen you backstage, typically with your attention focused on something that WASN’T your surroundings.  

That was of course until one day, you nearly trampled over Charlotte, a blessing in disguise really considering she’d been wanting to talk to you since she first saw you backstage.  

“I-I-I-I'm so sorry Cha- Ms. Flair.” You clear your throat, Charlotte smiling as she places a hand on your forearm.  

“Call me Charlotte.” She smiles, your cheeks flushing as you rub the back of your neck.  

“Well uhhh, Charlotte, it’s nice to actually meet you, bi-big fan.” You laugh nervously. “I’m Y/N.”  

Charlotte takes your hand, giving it a squeeze.  

“Nice to finally meet Raw’s newest commentator.”  

You click your tongue, shaking your head.  

“Not until tonight.” You wink, the blonde grinning.  

“Well, from what I’ve heard from your Podcast, I’d say you’re going to do just fine.” She grins, your eyes widening.  

“Y-You’ve listened to my Podcast?” You whisper in disbelief, the blonde’s grin widening.  

“Surprised?” She asks and you shrug.  

“Maybe a little.”  

The two of you go silent for a moment, your eyes widening when you realize you’re still holding Charlotte’s hand.  

“S-S-Sorry...” You mumble, pulling your hand away from hers, the blonde shrugging.  

“Don’t be.” She takes a step backwards, her eyes running down your front.  

“It was nice meeting you Y/N...”  

You watch her go, the woman eventually turning around and taking her leave, your mouth agape as you stare down the hallway.  

“Ye-Yeah you too.”  

You clear your throat, the butterflies in your stomach making your eyes widen.  

It was NO doubt that Charlotte Flair was beautiful, and something ELSE was also aware of that, something you’d rather like to keep hidden from any, and everyone.  

                                                          ***

“Noticed ya talkin’ ta Y/N backstage earlier.”  Becky gives Charlotte a nudge, the blonde smirking.  

“Thought I’d introduce myself.” Her smirk stretching across her face, earning an eye roll from the woman beside her.  

“I bet ya did.”  

Just as the words leave Becky’s mouth, your voice comes over the television, the blonde grinning as your velvety, raspy voice sounds through your headset, a complete contrast to you nervous, warbly voice from earlier.  

“She definitely didn’t sound like that when we met.” She snorts, Becky, shaking her head.  

“Yer a Flair, ya make everyone nervous.” She teases, earning an eye roll from the blonde.

“I do not.”  

Just as the words leave her mouth, a tech with a clip board covering his face makes his way towards the two.

“M-M-Ms. Flair, you’re on in 5.” He whispers before basically sprinting away.  

Charlotte turns to Becky, the Irishwoman smirking.  

“Shut up.”  

“Didn’t say a thing.”  

                                                          ***

The moment you realize Charlotte’s match is coming up next you can’t help but smile, eager to see the woman in action, her music hits and the crowd cheers, the woman walking out onto the stage, demanding attention, the woman absolutely glowing as she spins around, showing off one of her MANY decorative robes.  

You watch with a grin as she makes her way down to the ring, discussing with your commentary mates about what they think is next for The Queen.  

“Without a doubt Charlotte Flair belongs in the title picture, not because she’s a Flair, but because she has the talent and skill, she belongs in that picture.” You say, eyes widening when Charlotte moves towards the commentator’s table.  

She ducks down, covering your microphone with one hand, all the while whispering in your ear.  

“You’re doing a great job.”  

The blonde pulls back with a grin, the woman winking before she gets in the ring, the ref OF COURSE, holding the ropes for her.  

“What did she say to you?” Byron Saxton asks and you grin.  

“For me to know Saxton, for me to know.”  

You clear your throat, again feeling the hints of arousal, the woman’s hot breath on your ear making a shiver run down your spine.  

You again clear your throat, gathering yourself.  

You watch intently as Charlotte clasps a microphone, glancing around the arena, demanding silence without saying a word.  

Eventually, she clears her throat, though before she can even speak, Ruby Riott’s music hits.  

“Ohhh, what could this be about?” Byron smirks and you chuckle.  

“Charlotte Flair is the best in the business, what better way to solidify yourself than stepping up to the Queen?” You ask, a brow quirking when Liv Morgan’s music hits.  

“You’re right Y/N, and if The Riott Squad want ANYONE out of the title picture it’s Charlotte Flair, because when she gets a title, she knows how to keep it.”  Samoa Joe adds.

The Riott Squad doesn’t utter a single word, the two women sharing a glance before they make a mad dash for the ring, but Charlotte is ready for them.  

It’s only a matter of seconds later that both Ruby and Liv are on their backs, Charlotte standing over the two of them, arms outstretched.

She ducks down, picking her discarded mic up off the mat.  

“I was only supposed to face Ruby, but since you wanted to interfere Liv, why don’t we make it a handicap match?” Charlotte smirks, everyone cheering as she drops her mic on Ruby.  

“Always cocky, do you think Charlotte’s biting off more than she can chew?” Samoa Joe asks and you shake your head.  

“I think she’ll be just fine.”

                                                          ***

Charlotte was MORE than fine considering she picked up the win, the woman smirking as the ref holds her hand up in the air.  

“So, Y/N, what did you think about seeing The Queen in action live?” Byron asks, just as the blonde turns to you, sending you a stealthy wink.  

“Seeing her live for the first time, I have to say I’m in awe of what she does in the ring, and I can’t wait for next week.” You grin, the blonde grinning as she slips out of the ring, strutting up the ramp.  

“Ohhhh, does Y/N have a favorite?” Samoa Joe nudges you and you grin.  

“I mean, I’m definitely impressed, and I can’t wait to see more.”  

                                                          ***

“So, what did you think?”  

Your brows arch as you turn to face Charlotte, a grin stretching across your face.

“I think everyone is right when they say Charlotte Flair is the best in the business.”  

Charlotte smirks.

“Trying to butter me up?”  

You shrug.  

“Is it working?”  

Charlotte in turn, shrugs back.  

“Maybe.”  

                                                          ***

“Hey, Y/N.”  

You jump, picking your head up from the paper you’re reading, smiling when you see Charlotte making her way towards you, though she’s not alone.  

Your eyes double in size as you stand up straight, as tall as you can.  

“Holy shit you’re Ric Flair.” You say out loud, covering your face with the paper you’re holding.  

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” You ask, cheeks flushing.  

Charlotte giggles and Ric laughs.

“You sure did kiddo.” He smiles.  

You pout when seconds later, Charlotte swipes the paper from you, revealing your flushed red cheeks to the two Flair’s.  

“I-I-It's a real honor to meet you sir.” You hold your hand out, the man giving it a firm shake.  

“You too, it’s nice to see a new face on the commentary team.” He grins, the man’s eyes widening when someone, that someone being Randy Orton, gives him a pat on the back.  

Ric turns, pressing a kiss to Charlotte’s cheek before he again holds his hand out, another firm shake shared between the two of you.  

“It was great meeting you kid, can’t wait to see more of you.” He smiles before he and Randy take their leave, leaving you and Charlotte behind.

“Warn me when a literal LEGEND in the business wants to meet me.” You pout, Charlotte rolling her eyes as she studies the paper you were reading.  

“Who doesn’t want to meet Raw’s newest commentator?” She asks, huffing when you swipe the sheet of paper back from her.  

“I’m not THAT special.” You say as the two of you start making your way down the hallway, Charlotte humming.  

“You are, everybody really likes you.”  

You stop, turning to her with wide eyes.  

“Wait, really?” You grin in disbelief the woman giggling as she places a hand on your shoulder.  

“Yeah, what isn’t there to like about you?” She says, cheeks flushing when she realizes exactly what she said.  

You clear your throat, cheeks flushing.  

“I mean, coming from someone like you who is literal perfection?” You snort, your eyes doubling in size.  

Charlotte glances away bashfully.  

“That’s-

“Excuse me, Y/N, mind if we have a word?”  

You jump at the sound of Triple H’s voice, turning to the man with a smile.  

“S-Sure, of course.” You turn back to Charlotte grinning shyly.  

“See you later?” You rub the back of your neck nervously; a tick Charlotte finds endearing.  

“Of course.”  

With that, you and Triple H take your leave, the two of you speaking in hushed tones as you make your way down the hallway.  

Charlotte crosses her arms across her chest, watching you until you round the corner and move out of sight.  

“Whathca lookin at?” Becky asks, coming out of nowhere and Charlotte smirks, shaking her head.  

“Nothing.”  

                                                          ***

The way your voice husks through your microphone makes Charlotte feel even more attracted to you than she already was.  

She couldn’t deny what she was feeling for you, but she KNEW it went well beyond coworkers and FAR beyond friendship.  

Watching you cockily smirk at the commentary table, the way you’d laugh when Samoa Joe cracked jokes at the expense of some WWE Superstars, mainly Seth Rollins, and Byron Saxton himself, BUT you at times would stick up for the man, considering before you joined the team, he’d been your favorite.  

Charlotte couldn’t get enough of your smoky voice sounding throughout the backstage area, the way it would demand attention, contrasting from the way Byron and Samoa Joe would talk.  

The woman had a habit of going back on the WWE Network to listen to your commentary during her match, each and every time you sung her praises.

Unbeknownst to her, you’re currently standing behind her, the woman smiling when the camera snaps to you at the commentary table.  

“What are you watching there?” You ask, the blonde letting out a squeak that makes you snort, your arms wrapping around your middle as you double over in laughter.  

Charlotte growls, giving you a half-hearted shove.  

“Shut up.”  

You gasp, attempting to catch your breath as you wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes.  

“I’m sorry, that was just TOO good.”  

Charlotte huffs, leaning against a nearby wall, the woman sending you a mock glare as you lean against the wall beside her.  

“I WAS watching my favorite commentator, not sure now.”  

You pout, putting your best puppy dog eyes on display.

It only takes a millisecond for the woman to cave.

“Alright, stop with the puppy dog eyes.” She demands, nudging you playfully with her shoulder.  

“Wow, that was easy, I’ll have to remember that.”  

Charlotte sends you a mock glare and you grin, the woman chuckling.  

“I was listening to a certain someone’s commentary on my match.” She smiles, a smile you mime.  

“Anyone I know?” You ask innocently.  

“No, you don’t know them.”  

You gasp, sighing loudly.  

“AND HERE I thought I was your favorite.”  

Charlotte smiles, her head lolling to the side as she turns to you, she examines your profile for a moment, tracing your sharp jawline, the woman’s smile widening when she sees how tiny your ears are.  

During her perusing, she completely misses the fact that you’d turned towards her, your eyes wide and cheeks flushing bright red.

Charlotte blinks rapidly, the woman biting her bottom lip as her eyes lock with yours.  

“You are.” She whispers and your brows furrow.  

“What?”  

Your eyes widen when Charlotte reaches for you, the woman fixing the collar of your shirt and adjusting your tie.  

Charlotte simply stares at you for a moment, her green orbs darting from your eyes, to your lips and back before she grins.  

“You are my favorite.”  

You swallow hard, taking a deep breath as the woman takes her leave, attempting to rein your emotions in, but it’s to no avail, your forehead resting against a nearby wall.  

“Thank fuck for compression shorts.” You mumble under your breath, wiggling for a second before you push off the wall and head down the hallway as if nothing had ever happened.  

                                                          ***

After your last interaction, you knew what you felt for Charlotte was more than friendship.  

You wanted her, in a less than friendship kind of way, but what you wanted wasn’t just driven by lust, you really, really liked her, her smile made your heart skip a beat, her green orbs sent a warmth spreading through your chest that filled you with complete and utter delight.  

You were falling for the woman, but there was NO WAY she could possibly feel the same, she was a Flair, she had men dropping at her feet, why would she fall for the WWE’s new commentator that she’d only known for around 6 months?  

AND a woman no less.  

You shake your head.  

“Not a chance.” You mumble under your breath.  

“Not a chance of what?”  

You jump, turning on your heels to find Lana, the woman smirking as she makes her way towards you.  

“Uhh, nothing.” You shrug, the woman grinning as she places a hand on your forearm.  

“Didn’t seem like nothing...” She caresses your arm and your brows furrow in confusion, the thing you’re trying to hide twitching slightly.  

You swallow hard.

“Uhhh, what are you-

The clearing of someone’s throat makes you turn away from the woman and to the newly appeared Charlotte Flair, the blonde making a smile stretch across your face.  

“Hey.” You say as you move away from Lana, and towards Charlotte, the taller woman smirking as she sends her a glare.  

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Charlotte snarks, the blonde huffing before she stomps away, heels clicking on the backstage floor.  

You sigh, swiping the back of your hand across your forehead.  

“Dodged a bullet there.” You say, placing a hand on your heart.  

Charlotte meanwhile isn’t looking at you, she’s glaring over your shoulder at Lana’s retreating form.  

“Hey, you there?” You ask, Charlotte glancing from Lana, to you and back, the muscle in her jaw jumping.  

“Are you alright?” You ask, the woman taking a deep breath before she abruptly turns away, leaving you to watch her go with a sad frown.  

Your shoulders hunch as you too walk away, in the opposite direction, away from Charlotte.  

                                                          ***

Charlotte growls angrily.  

“Bitch.” She snarls angrily, stomping through the backstage area, wanting nothing more than to literally snap Lana in half, in fact that was what she MAY end up doing.  

“Whoa, where’s da fire?” Becky asks as she round the corner, stopping Charlotte in her tracks.  

“Why do ya look so pissed?” She asks and Charlotte huffs.  

“Y/N...” Charlotte starts, Becky’s brows knitting together in confusion.  

“Wat about Y/N?” She asks and Charlotte growls.  

“Lana was hitting on her.” She grumbles and Becky smirks, a brow arched.  

“Ahh, so ya were jealous?” She teases and Charlotte sends her a deadly glare.  

“I was NOT jealous.” She says, her nose crinkling and Becky snorts.  

“Sorry ta break it to ya, but ya were jealous.”  

Charlotte’s lips part to AGAIN deny the accusation, but slam shut seconds later, the woman knowing she can no longer deny what she was feeling for you.  

“Figure it out?” Becky smirks and Charlotte groans.  

“Shut up.”  

                                                          ***

You weren’t sure why, but Charlotte had avoided you for the entire day.  

Unfortunately for you though, Lana hadn’t, she’d cornered you, multiple times, but thankfully for you, you always had a way out, by luck, techs needed you, legends, superstars.  

Though unfortunately for you, you had nowhere to run when Lana caught you again.  

“Lucky for me you’re not busy this time.” Lana smiles seductively as she walks your way, hips swaying.  

“Ummm, actually I was-”

“She was just leaving.”  

Your eyes widen when Charlotte Flair appears from basically nowhere, the woman’s green eyes full of fire as she glares Lana down.  

Lana lets out a lengthy sigh, turning your way.  

“When the two of you are done, how about you come find me?” She winks before again, taking her leave, Charlotte glaring daggers into her as she goes.  

Charlotte, without even glancing over her shoulder at you, again goes to make a hasty retreat, but unlike the last time, you catch her wrist.  

“Charlotte, what’s wrong? Why do you keep running away from me?” You ask, confused as to why the woman is again, trying to leave.  

Your questions are answered when in one swift motion, Charlotte turns on her heels, shoving you back into a dark corner, her lips slamming against yours.  

Your eyes widen, hands finding purchase on the woman’s waist.  

Charlotte’s lips are soft, insistent, it’s then you realize you aren’t kissing back.  

Charlotte’s heart lightens in her chest when your lips start moving, your hands sliding around to the small of her back, pulling her closer, your bodies flush.  

You get lost in the kiss, lips meeting again and again until Charlotte’s tongue probes at your bottom lip, your lips immediately parting, allowing the woman’s tongue to invade, the two of you moaning when your tongues meet.  

Your tongues tangle in a tantalizing dance, your hands slipping from the small of Charlotte’s back, to her tight covered ass, giving the firm flesh a squeeze.  

You’re so lost in kissing that you don’t realize what’s happening until Charlotte grinds against you, her and your eyes flashing open.

Bile rises into your throat, your heart slamming hard, your ears ringing as you stand stock still for a moment, Charlotte’s green orbs falling to the noticeable bulge in your pants.  

Charlotte’s eyes dart to yours as your cover the bulge with your hands, tears streaming down your face.  

“Don’t tell.” You whisper before sprinting away, leaving the bewildered blonde behind.  

                                                          ***

Charlotte was confused, completely and UTTERLY confused.  

What she saw was what she thought it was, right?  

She’d seen it, felt it, and still she couldn’t believe it.  

Though the thing that stood out to her MOST was the look of utter fear on your face, the tears streaming down your cheeks as you spoke.  

“Don’t tell.”

The look on your face had completely broken her heart, the utter terror, the way your throat bobbed as you swallow, the way your chest heaved as you breathed heavily, your fight or flight response kicking in, and in this case, you had fled.  

Charlotte leans back against the wall you just were leaning against, her own chest heaving as she thinks about what you’d been doing BEFORE you’d retreated.  

What mattered now though, what mattered most was that she find you, because right now, you needed her.  

Yes, she still COULDN’T believe what had happened, but right now, all that mattered was finding you, because you needed her.  

                                                          ***

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

NO.  

You couldn’t believe it.  

You couldn’t BELIEVE it.  

After all this time, after all these YEARS of keeping your secret hidden, your secret had been revealed to none other than Charlotte Flair.  

Everyone watched as you sprinted, you passed a number of your co-workers, superstars, techs and security alike, all looking at you in worry, but you didn’t stop, you didn’t stop because Charlotte was the ONLY one who was going to find out about your secret.  

You sprint towards the room where you’d placed your suitcase and snatch it up completely ignoring when someone calls your name in favor of sprinting to your rental, refusing to look back.  

                                                          ***

Luckily for Charlotte, the two of you were staying in the same hotel, your rooms not far from one another since the two of you had rode together to the venue.  

Charlotte takes a deep breath as she stops in front of your hotel room’s door, the woman eyeing the door’s surface intently.  

You’d come to mean a lot to her, the woman wanting to be around you more than anything, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy what was happening before you’d made a hasty escape.  

Charlotte’s cheeks flush as she thinks about how large the-

She shakes her head, clearing her throat.  

After taking another deep breath, the woman reining in her courage.  

A beat.  

Another.  

A third.  

Then, she knocks.  

                                                          ***

You let out a groan from where you’re lying face down in your bed, knowing that the knock on your hotel room’s door must be the pizza you ordered considering the hotel’s desk was sending up the delivery boy.  

You roll out of bed, glancing down at the front of your sweats, JUST to make sure what happened earlier didn’t happen again.  

You shuffle towards the door, tugging the door open without looking through the peephole.  

“How much do I-

You stiffen, eyes widening when you realize the person at the door ISN’T the pizza delivery boy, but it was Charlotte Flair.  

“Ch-Char... Charlotte... I was...” You stammer, the blonde taking a deep breath.  

“Can I come in?” She asks, voice below a whisper and you swallow hard.  

You debate for a few seconds before you take a step to the side, allowing the woman inside.  

Just before you go to close the door, the pizza delivery boy makes his appearance.  

“Ms. Y/L/N?” He asks, his eyes widening when he sees who you are.  

“That’s me.” You smile. “How much...?”

“Uhhh... O-O-On the house, I-I'm a huge fan.” He beams, his smile contagious.  

You move into the room, grabbing your wallet before making your way back to the door.  

“Nonsense.” You smile, fishing $100 out of your wallet.  

“Keep the change.” You smile, the boy’s smile widening.  

“Tha-Thanks so much! W-Would you mind a picture?” He asks. “My friends will NEVER believe me if I say I met Y/N, you’re the greatest commentator on Raw!” He says excitedly and you grin.  

“Yeah, of course.”  

You take a few selfies with the boy before he giddily slips your pizza out of the bag he’d brought and hands you the pizza box.  

“Thank you so much Y/N!” He smiles, the man grinning further when you hand him a slip of paper, your autograph scrawled across the paper.  

“No problem. Have a good one bud.”  

“You too!”  

You kick the door shut behind you and head back into the room, turning to Charlotte who’s sitting on the bed.

You nod to the box.  

“Want a slice?” You ask the woman humming.  

“I probably shouldn’t...”  

You shrug.  

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”  

Charlotte smirks.  

“Maybe just a slice.”  

                                                          ***

A slice turned into the two of you knocking out the entire pizza, but with the food gone, you have to talk about the elephant in the room.  

Charlotte clears her throat, turning to you.  

“I-I’m sorry about earlier.” She whispers and you frown, shaking your head.  

“You have nothing to be sorry for...” You shrug, fidgeting nervously in the chair you’re currently sitting in.  

“If I hadn’t...” Charlotte clears her throat, cheeks flushing.  

“If I hadn’t have kissed you, we wouldn’t have...” You swallow hard, finding the courage to stand, making your way towards the end of the bed and sitting down. 

Charlotte follows suite taking a seat beside you.  

“I’m uhhh...” You blush, shrugging.  

“I’m glad you kissed me.” You bite your bottom lip, seeing Charlotte smile out of the corner of your eye.  

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now .” You confess in a whisper, Charlotte turning your way with a blush.  

“You have?” She asks and you nod.  

“Ye-Yeah...”  

The two of you go silent, simply staring at one another before you clear your throat.  

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you...” You frown.  

Charlotte shakes her head, scooting closer.  

“No, don’t be sorry...”  

“I have to be, I doubt you uhhh...” You glance away, the tips of your ears burning. “Wanted to, feel that...”  

The bed shifts slightly and you quickly realize Charlotte has scooted closer, the woman resting her hand on the bed between you, palm up.

An invitation.  

You look at her hand for a moment before taking it, interlacing your fingers, Charlotte giving your hand a squeeze.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She says, the woman stroking the back of your hand.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” She says softly and you shake your head. ‘

“I want to.”  

Your eyes widen, surprised the words had come out of your mouth.  

You didn’t want to tell ANYONE your secret, at least, you didn’t before, but with Charlotte sitting in front of you, your hand in hers, you find the courage to say something to someone that you’ve never said to ANYONE.  

“I’m intersex.” You mumble, Charlotte nodding, though her brow knits in confusion.  

“I was uhhh, born a female but uhh, have different uhh, parts.” You say, swallowing hard, watching as Charlotte’s facial expression changes into one of understanding.  

“You realize that doesn’t change who you are, right?”  

Your eyes widen as you let out a humorless laugh.  

“You’re kidding, right? By normal world standards, I’m a fre-

“Don’t call yourself that.” Charlotte bites, your brows furrowing in confusion at the look in the woman’s green orbs.  

“I-

“No, Y/N, you’re as normal as I am, as anyone, there is nothing wrong with you, and you are NOT a freak.”

You blink once, twice, a third time, before your eyes fill with tears, tears leaking from your Y/E/C orbs and streaming down your face.  

Charlotte tentatively cups your cheeks, the woman ridding them of tears with the pads of her thumbs. She leans forwards, resting her forehead against yours.  

“There’s NOTHING wrong with you Y/N. Nothing at all.” She whispers, bumping her nose against yours. “Do you hear me?” She asks, earning the slightest of nods.  

Charlotte tilts her head back, pressing a kiss to your forehead, something that makes your eyes widen and your cheeks flush.  

Your eyes flutter shut, as you exhale loudly through your nose, Charlotte pulling back with a small smile.  

Your face scrunches up as you let out a long, loud, yawn.  

“You need to rest Y/N.” She whispers, brushing strands of hair out of your face. “You had a rough day.” She whispers.  

You take a deep breath, your eyes locking with Charlotte’s green orbs.  

“Could you...” You pause, clearing your throat, shaking your head. “N-N-Never mind.”  

Charlotte chuckles.  

“Tell me.”  

“Y-You could stay if you wanted.” You shrug, your cheeks blood red as you look at any and everything but the woman in front of you.

Charlotte smiles, glancing around the room, quickly realizing there’s only a single bed.  

You quickly realize that in the same moment, jumping to your feet, your heart in your throat.  

“U-Uh, I forgot it was ju-just one bed.” You stammer, shuffling from foot to foot.  

“I’m sorry.”  

You’re about to make an escape to the bathroom, but before you can Charlotte catches your wrist.  

“Hey, breathe, it’s okay.” She whispers, moving to her feet. “I never said I didn’t want to.” She smiles, your eyes widening as you turn to look at her, your cheeks blood red.  

“Wh-What...?” You ask in disbelief, the blonde’s smile splitting into a grin.  

“You heard me...  Just let me go get my things.” She smiles, your eyes widening when she takes the key to your hotel room, sending you a wink before she heads out the door.  

You stay stock still, staring at the door the woman had just disappeared behind, your jaw slack.  

“W-Well then.” You clear your throat, sprinting around the room to clean it up, even though it was in no way a mess.  

Charlotte comes back not long after, the woman smiling when she sees you in the bathroom brushing your teeth, toothbrush hanging out of your mouth as you turn to her.  

“Hmmmph...” You say, grimacing, pulling the tooth brush out of your mouth and spitting into the sink.  

“Hey.” You snort, the blonde shaking her head.  

“Hey to you too.”  

Charlotte makes her way further into the room and you take a deep breath, rinsing your mouth out before you head back into the room.  

“Comfy?” You ask Charlotte, who’s currently lounging on the bed, the woman shrugging.  

“I am.”  

You take a deep breath, shuffling towards the bed, your eyes on your feet as you stand beside it, nervous to get into the bed.

“Hey.” Charlotte whispers, reaching for and taking your wrist, giving it a tug. “Trust me.” She whispers, giving your wrist a squeeze.  

“I-I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” You whisper, Charlotte giving your wrist another tug.  

“I won’t be.” She whispers and you swallow hard.  

It takes a few more tugs on your wrist for the blonde to get you into the bed, your eyes locked with hers as you slowly sit down beside her.  

“Y-You’re su-

Your eyes widen when Charlotte cups your cheeks, pressing the softest of kisses to your lips.  

Charlotte’s green orbs dart around your face, the woman smiling when a smile stretches across your face.  

“I’m sure.” She says, her fingertips tracing your jawline.  

It takes a moment for the both of you to get situated, the two of you sliding beneath the covers, a noticeable distance between the two of you.  

Charlotte shakes her head, shutting the lights off before she shuffles closer to you, your eyes widening as she drapes an arm over your waist.  

“Relax.” She whispers, smiling when you roll on your side and shuffle backwards, your back resting against her chest.  

You let out a deep sigh, the blonde smiling as she buries her face in your neck.  

“As horrible as you thought it would be?” She asks and you chuckle.  

“Not even remotely.”  

You let out a lengthy sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as Charlotte nuzzles into the space behind your ear, your cheeks flushing when Charlotte presses a kiss to your earlobe.  

“Goodnight Y/N.” She whispers and you grin, all earlier nervousness fading away in the blonde’s arms.  

“Goodnight Charlotte.”  

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FFT: slow roasted; roman reigns

Notes:

This one was sent to my main’s ask by @vonschweetz​ and I knew I had to post it on here on it’s own post because quite honestly, I really enjoyed writing this out when I wrote it.

Summary:

Trina’s got herself a crush on Roman. And she gets a little tipsy. And proceeds to confess that crush. Roman wakes her up the next morning with coffee and plenty of questions about her confession from the night before. Fluffy af.

Pairing:

Roman Reigns x OFC, Trina

Warnings:

uhhh... alcohol / drinking and hangover fluff.

“Girl. If you order one more drink, you are not walking outta here on your own.”

“I told ‘er ‘at about ten minutes ago. She snuck off from me, came back with the bottle of rum.” Nikki’s eyes settled on her best friend Trina and Trina eyed both women and boldly raised the bottle to her lips. Alicia grimaced and shook her head. “You gonna have more than a hangover in the morning. Your hair is gonna hurt. That’s how bad you’re gonna feel.”

“I-I’m fiiiiiine. Speaking of fine.. Roman when he speared Shane tonight. Unf.” Trina mockingly fanned herself and from the opposite side of her, Naomi burst into laughter and asked, “Did you just..”

“This is a constant thing with ‘er. Bit of a crush on Roman, she’s got ‘erself.” Nikki explained, making Naomi burst into laughter even harder. “Now you clamming up whenever he walks into a room makes perfect sense. Girl.”

“What?” Trina eyed Naomi as she took a few more long sips from the nearly empty rum bottle and then, she let out a long burp, promptly going red in the face and remembering at least part of her manners. After a few minutes, Trina continued, a heavy sigh preceding her words as she shook her head. “Too bad I-I’m not this brave  normally.”

“Oh yeah?” Naomi eyed her friend, beyond intrigued. Until a few minutes ago, she hadn’t thought Trina had a thing for her cousin in law, she’d simply thought bigger men intimidated Trina for whatever reason.

Trina sighed dreamily and gave a little giggle and nod. “Yeah. Definitely. T-the things I would say to that man.. Or do, whichever. Either one is fine with me.” Trina trailed off under the intent and curious stares of her friends and went silent but Naomi wasn’t having it.

“Uh uh. I want details, woman.”

Trina waved her empty bottle and nodded to the bartender. “Oh no.. N-nooope. Gonna take more than t-that to get me talking.”

And that’s where the night went slightly off route…

Around 1 am, Alicia and Nikki and Naomi were escorting Trina out of the bar and Trina was.. Giggling and going on and on about Roman.  Maybe that’s why when Naomi and her husband finally got Trina heading towards the actual hotel lobby and not the hot tub and pool patio to the side of  the building, Naomi half joked that it’d be interesting to just.. Leave her at Roman’s door.

Since apparently, neither party was going to say a single damn word about how they felt to each other’s actual faces…When Jimmy gave her a look and a shrug, she eyed Trina who was leaning against both of them, giggling and humming along to whatever she was listening to on her phone.

“No. We just need to get her in her room.”

“You just said, baby girl.. Ain’t no way either one is gonna actually say or act on how they feel. You know Trina won’t, hell, she clams up whenever he walks in the room and Roman.. Roman wants to make a move but Trina yeets herself right outta the room whenever he enters. My boy kinda thinks she is either scared to death of him or strongly dislikes him. So he’s not gonna say anything anytime soon either..”

“Jimmy.. Are you suggesting what I think you are?”

“Maybe I am, baby girl. Maybe we guide her to Roman’s door, leave and let everything play out?”

“ You know this is opposite what friends would do, right?” Naomi’s brow raised as she cast her husband a glance, waiting on him to explain his reasoning. It wasnt a bad idea, Naomi just… Felt protective over the girl. She had since Trina signed.

“Actually, it ain’t. Desperate times and desperate measures. Worst case, Roman will help her up to her own room. Either way, baby girl.. It gets ‘em talkin. That is what you want, right?”

“Yeah…”

“So, we about to be on his floor. We doin this or are we takin Trina on up to the fifth floor where her room is?”

Naomi mulled it over and nodded. “Fuck it. Worst that’ll happen is like you said. Roman’s a nice guy, he’ll take her up to her room if she asks…”

Trina seemed to perk up.

“Hey, we’re on R-Roman’s floor.. I-I think I wanna get off here. I have.. A lot to s-say.”

“Oh good lord.” Naomi gave a gentle laugh but smiled and nodded. “Okay, we’ll get off here. If you back out, just get Roman to take you back up, right?”

“Oh.. I’m not gonna b-back out.”

Trina marched boldly up to Roman’s hotel room door and started banging on it, looking back at Naomi and Jimmy and bursting into a fit of giggles as she waved goodbye and gave  them the thumbs up.

“I’ll call ya tomorrow, Naomi!”

“Good. Please do.” Naomi told her friend as she and Jimmy stepped back onto the elevator…

Roman’s brow raised as he glanced at the door to his hotel room and then the time. He sat down the controller to the XBox and stood. Seth nodded to the paused screen and then asked, “You order pizza?”

“Nah, uce. I’m gonna see who’s out there.”

He chuckled when a glimpse through the crack in the door revealed a very tipsy and giggly Trina standing in the hallway, shuffling her feet, mouth opening and closing. He shut the door and Seth hissed, “Was that Trina?”

“Yeah.”

“Say no more, man. I’ma go find Becks. TELL HER. For the love of God and all that’s holy, man.. Tell her how you feel.”

“I don’t know that right now is exactly a good time.” Roman’s back pressed into the door a little more and Trina called his name from the hallway. He answered her, “Hang on a second baby girl. Just getting rid of Rollins ass.”

“Hey S-Seth! Wish m-me luck A-also, I’m gonna… N-need you t-to get l-lost! No o-offense!”

Seth snickered and shook his head and Roman eyed the door. Seth asked Trina, “Why’s that, midget?”

“I’m about to tell your best f-friend Roman I-I’m crazy i-in l-love  with his ass.” Trina replied, stumbling over her words a little, saying them in a rush before she could stop herself or chicken out. Maybe if she just got it all out in the open she could finally stop hiding / avoiding the guy like an actual child.

… or, maybe it’s gonna make everything awkward and weird…. Either way, I can’t hold back much longer… Trina thought to herself, starting the attempt to sober up. It wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have completely drunk off her ass.

Seth snickered a little more and Roman gave a bit of a goofy grin and with a slightly shocked expression, he opened the door to his hotel room, picking her up and stepping into the room again when he realized just how tipsy she actually was.

“Y-you heard t-that…” Trina bit her lip as she tilted her head up to stare at Roman, shuffling her feet and going all quiet.

This had been so much easier, she thought to herself, when it was just an idea in her head…

“Mhmm.. and as soon as you’re all nice and sober, baby girl, bet your ass.. We’re gonna talk about it.. But first, let’s get you sittin down, okay?” he chuckled, restraining a groan as her lips brushed right against the  side of his neck. He sat down on the couch and he figured she’d move to sit next to him.

He considered himself surprised when she just kept sitting in his lap. Taking a deep breath, he asked as calmly as possible, “Did you mean what you were sayin to Seth? Answer me, baby girl..”

“Y-yeah..” Trina said it and took a shaky breath. “Yeah. I-It’s true.”

“Is that why you’re always leavin the room when I come in?”

“K-kinda?” Trina tilted her head slightly and Roman tucked his fingers beneath her chin to hold her gaze. He couldn’t help the smile because it felt like a major weight lifted. He’d been wanting to say the same.. Or corner her and ask her if she just strongly disliked him for whatever reason for months now. Now that he knew what she’d say, it did make things a lot easier for Roman to make the next big step.

He leaned in a little; Trina mirrored it, their foreheads bumping a little, sending her into a quiet fit of giggles which was cut short when his hand came to rest on the back of her neck and his lips crashed against her lips as she scooted closer to him, pressing her body right against his, a leg on either side of his body so that she straddled his lap. Roman gave a quiet groan and his fingertips dug into her ass, pulling her even closer. Her teeth tugged at his lip and her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging right around the time his fingers also curled in her hair, tugging and using the grip he had on her hair to pull her mouth into the kiss even deeper.

When the kiss broke, she was breathing heavily and so was Roman, licking his lips and giving a playful grin at her flushed face and swollen lips. Trina leaned in again, one hand at his cheek, the other resting on his shoulder, pulling his mouth back to her own.

X

The phone was going crazy on the nightstand and Roman kept waiting on Trina to roll over and grab it and answer, but she continued to loudly snore, her head beneath a pillow. Roman reached over and grabbed the phone. She didn’t have any kind of passcode or anything and given the sheer volume of alcohol Naomi informed him Trina managed to consume the night before, he was willing to bet the entire farm that she had a hangover.. Or she would when she finally woke up.

← Girl, you alive?

← Well? How did it go last night? Did you finally tell him?

Roman chuckled quietly and put the phone down, untangling her body from his body to throw on a pair of sweats and a tank top.

They had a coffee shop  down in the lobby, he’d seen her going in and out of it a lot. If he went down now, he reasoned, he could make it back up before she was up and about, have coffee and something  to eat waiting on her.

Because now that she was sober he was definitely in a mood to actually discuss  what her showing up at his hotel room at 2 am and drunkenly confessing her feelings meant to him and how he felt in return.

He bumped into Seth and Becky in the hallway, waiting on the elevator and Seth couldn’t resist chuckling as he asked, “Well? Did you finally say somethin?”

“Not exactly..”

“Goddamn it, Ro.”

“If y’ don’t tell ‘er, ah’m goin to lock th’ both of y’ into a closet, ah swear.” Becky spoke up, tapping her foot and Roman chuckled and then answered calmly, “ I did kiss her though. And she did tell me.. But I dunno if she’s gonna remember anything but the splitting headache I’m thinkin she’s gonna have.”

“Hangover?” Seth chuckled and Roman did the same, nodding.  “Goin down to get her coffee. She’s still sleepin it off in my room, as much as I wanted to get up and leave her there by herself. Kinda figured I’d do this and surprise her.”

Seth gave his friend a gentle shove and nodded  with an amused grin. “Good idea. Well, Becks and I were about to come down and see if you wanted to hit the gym but no one answered.. Maybe we didn’t wake her up.”

“Yeah, maybe I’ll catch you guys later or something. All I know right now is we are definitely having a serious talk about what she said and what I did after she  said it last night.”

“Lemme know how it goes man. I got my fingers crossed for ya. I know how much you love the midget.” Seth teased as he and Becky walked away, opting to take the stairs instead of the elevator. Roman got on and went down to the coffee shop in the lobby and got the coffee and two pastries and made his way back up to his room, going over what he planned to say as he did.

X

The phone buzzed against the nightstand and Trina reached out an arm, sending the phone to the floor. “The fuck did I do? Did I drink the bar?” she muttered to herself as she slowly slipped her head out from beneath the pillow and rose to a sitting position.

“I’m not in my room? What the hell?” Trina’s eyes darted around and when she heard his throat clear from the doorway followed by Roman saying “Good, you’re awake. How you feelin, baby girl?”

Trina rubbed at her forehead and yawned then as it clicked into place for her, she palmed her face and laughed sheepishly, keeping her eyes fixed on the bed. There was no way in hell she could look at Roman right now, not given what she distinctly remembered ‘boldly’ announcing through a door at almost 2 am.

“You’re not laughing…” she started, her mouth opened and closed and Roman chuckled, moving closer, holding out the coffee he’d gotten  her. “More milk  and sugar than actual coffee, right?”

“Yeah.” and then it hit her… He knew exactly how she took her coffee. She eyed him and started to ask how he knew, but Roman shrugged and spoke up. “ I know  a lot about  you. Lot more than you realize. Okay, whoa.. That sounded creepy as hell, let me start over.” he laughed and Trina took the coffee, sipping as she looked at him through a curtain of hair.

Roman reached out, smoothing her hair back behind her ear. “That’s better.”

He couldn’t help but notice that yeah, she was blushing a little bit and it was cute. “That blushing thing you’re doin right now  is cute.”

“I’m not..” Trina started but she trailed off, taking a few more sips as she fumbled around for words -or alternately, waiting on him to say anything, even if it was him, laughing his ass off.

“You are. Your whole face is turnin almost as pink as that shirt you were  wearin last night.” Roman was teasing gently, he cupped her chin to hold her eyes on him because he noticed that she kept trying to look away.

“About last night..”

“You’re not gonna  back out now, are ya?”

“No, I just.. If you  don’t feel.. That.. too.. It’s okay.” Trina managed to get it out and quickly busied herself with unwrapping one of the pastries that Roman held out to her, groaning quietly as soon as the smell of cherry hit her nose. “Ugh, I fucking love  these.”

“I thought so. You get one every time you go past that coffee  shop in the lobby.”

He took a few bites of his own pastry, an apple one,  and then, he got back to the discussion at hand.  “Me kissin you wasn’t clear enough I guess.”

“To be fair, I kissed you first.”

“Oh no, no baby girl, you did not.”

“Yes. I did.”

Roman chuckled and then reached out, pulling her into his lap, cupping her jaw and mumbling against her mouth, “Well, lemme fix that. Can’t have it goin down anywhere that you made all the first moves, can I?”

[punchmedanny]

Chicago II July 25, 2018

Alright strap yourselves in cuz this is gonna be a long ass post WITH SPOILERS for Interactive Introverts. I will mark where spoilers begin if you want to read about pre show stuff. If you don't want any spoilers whatsoever, don't feel obligated to read this even if we're buddies! Feel free to send me an ask/dm instead 😅

Alright folks, let's go!

Playing the Waiting Game

I was supposed to get to the venue at 4 for m&g, but I got there before 3 because a) i'm terrified of being late and b) my uber driver made excellent time.

The venue was not open yet, so my bf and I walked to a nearby mall. We passed by the tour buses (presumably dnp's plus other performers'). There was a group of people hanging around them looking v stalkerish (please don't hang around the buses before the show)

We got back to venue around 3:50 and waited in line outside till 4 when the venue let us in. We were near the middle of the line, so if you want to be closer to the front, get there sooner lol

Turns out I was behind the lovely @noodlephil in line (although I didn’t know till after!)

Two internet friends were meeting for the first time and crying (it was adorable)

Inside, there was a table with staff that checked and marked our tickets then gave us silver paper wristbands

We got in a second line where we had a bag check (our venue allowed sealed water bottles, but that might vary) and were scanned by a wand metal detector. After that, staff scanned our tickets 

We went to a third line which was the actual line for m&g and were told the m&g itself would start around 4:30

Marianne came by and said we would be waiting a bit longer for "latecomers" (im p sure dnp were the latecomers because most people were there at that point haha)

Marianne walked like a frickin goddess and her voice was beautiful

She made a speech giving us a rundown of how m&g would work, which I recorded

The m&g area was set up in the lobby to the side of the theatre doors

Dan and Phil entered from our left (towards the back of the theate)

They jogged across the m&g backdrop where we could see them better and waved. Dan did the cutest bouncy jump ever while waving. He stayed out longer than Phil

There was a table to set your bag on as you approached the backdrop

The music was loud af and there was NO WAY to see or hear other people's m&g - it was v private even though there were tons of people

Marianne was at the very front of the line and asked what she could do to help. I was like uhhh (because I'm eloquent like that) and she asked if we had anything for them to sign. My bf had golf balls lmao and gave them to her. I said I wanted to take a Polaroid for them to sign. She had me turn the camera on because apparently they’d had issues with Polaroid cameras in the past

I thanked her for the way everything was being run and joked a bit while we waited

When it was our turn, the people in front of us were completely gone (I repeat: v private). Marianne gestured and verbally told us to go on in

Meeting Dan and Phil

Phil was wearing his red jacket and good vibes t-shirt just like the beginning of "week in the life" He welcomed us with open arms and I went in for the Phil Hug. Wow. Phil is an excellent hugger and his arms felt a lot stronger than I imagined. And, yes, he waited for me to let go first

As soon as I let go of Phil, I stepped to the side and and looked at Dan. He was wearing his II denim jacket over a white t-shirt. He also had his arms wide for a hug. And lemme tell you, that boi has a fuckin wingspan. Dan gave a more gentle hug than Phil and we let go at like the same time

I am not a hugger and wasnt even 100% sure before I went in that I would hug them tbh

After the hugs, I stepped back and took them both in that's what she said. My initial impression was confidence and class. Literally, the most confident people I've ever encountered irl

Everyone says they're tall, but they are, as my bf said, taller than advertised. He's 6'2 and still looked up to both of them. I feel like they're both close to the next inch up honestly

They are wide. Like we've all noticed the Phil is wide, but Dan is too! They are literal giants

The cameras do NOT do them justice. Phil looks his age irl and I mean that in the sexiest way possible. He does actually have pores and tiny wrinkles (gasp), but I think they only make him more attractive. He oozes understated masculinity. But he also has serious nerd energy and idgaf attitude. Basically, he seems kind of badass

Dan looked flawless. Like I know every so often people wonder about if he wears makeup and all imma say is either he does OR he has the best damn skin care routine and/or genetics ever. He looks like someone after they use a filter

I'd say dan is suave and phil has swagger

(I'm about to sound real fucking weird) They both had such strong auras or energy or whatever you want to call it. It was palpable and BIG - like it extended off of them a couple feet. Dan's felt more static-y, while phil's felt more like balloon about to burst. It merged together between them to where I couldn't tell where one stopped and the other started

Marianne handed Phil the golf balls and he and Dan just stared at them in his hand in confusion for a second then Phil said "golf balls?" before my bf explained it was because they were the caddy lads. They chuckled and Dan said it was "the only series that has any value"

I am now the proud (?) owner of photos and video of phil holding two balls in his hand and I feel really weird about it

Dan asked if I had anything for them to sign, so I told him I wanted to take a Polaroid to which Dan replied, "D'ya want me to attempt the rare Polaroid selfie?"

Then I actually gently teased Dan (!?!?) because I'm a little shit lol I said, "I successfully did one this morning, so I hope you can"

They both seemed mildly amused and he did the thing where he touched his chest lightly in mock offense and said, "Well, let's see"

Tbh I think this was why I got genuine smiles in my pic

Dan said, "Beautiful" and Phil said "Amazing" lol (it really was tho)

Dan described the signature he'd be doing as "the tiniest little dan" and he used the highest voice ever

Phil's signature was so bad im pretty sure dan laughed at it lmao

Dan offered another selfie with my phone (i love him)

I shook their hands before I left and they seemed surprised, but appreciative. They both had excellent handshakes: firm, but not too hard. They both had soft, warm hands with Phil's being about average and Dan's being warmer than average

Overall, they were incredibly kind and professional. The vibe to be was sort of like talking to a boss who isn't your direct boss at a work party: fun, but still guarded

The saying goes "Never meet your heroes," but whoever said that obviously never met dan and phil. This was one of my happiest memories of all time

1500+ word description of the meeting including a sommelier worthy account of how the boys smell

And here’s the (real shit) video of my m&g

The Pre-Show

After meeting the bois, we were immediately given our goodie bags (one of them was double stuffed, lucky me)

Staff asked if we’d be staying in the theatre or not. Upon telling them we’d be leaving, they let us know we’d need to scan out so we could re-enter later

We bought merch (tie-dye/marbled look tee, long sleeved tee, and denim jacket). The line was basically non-existant, so if you have VIP 100% get your merch at this time

We scanned out and were told we could re-enter at 6 along with general admittance ticket holders

We had dinner then got back around 6:10. There was no line this time and we went through security and ticket scanning again

There were so many people everywhere and everyone was so cute! Why are we such a good looking fandom??? The line for merch was EXTREMELY long. RIP those folks

So was the line for the restrooms (and multiple men’s rooms were turned into ladydoors women’s restrooms)

We got 2 drinks (both for me) then went to our seats. We were front and center - I could literally touch the stage with my shoe from my seat. At this time I met @phandommom and @crunchytoasted1

The pre-show music was loud af where I was seated (I actually put in ear plugs lol). Lots of people were dancing and I got to witness crunchytoast dance to “Ladydoor” live which was a treat. At one point various people were running across the theatre with various LGBT+ flags to plenty of cheers. ‘Twas glorious. People did the whole waving the phone flashlights thing and sang along during “Welcome to the Black Parade”

My bf got me 2 more drinks

Showtime! 

THIS IS WHERE THE SPOILERS START!!!

It was so, so weird to see them onstage after having the m&g. I legit wanted to climb onstage and like be close again, but, ya know, I didn’t cuz I know what’s socially acceptable

We were called Susan. Classic

Phil was wearing waffle socks. As in socks with tiny waffles all over them

We sacrificed Phil to Satan and Dan died in a furry nightclub

None of mine or my bf’s answers got chosen and I’m a bit salty lol

We sacrificed Dan (the only correct choice fite me)

At intermission the line for the bathrooms was sooooo long omg. I got myself 2 more drinks at this point and called @h-owllslide to gush about the show. I spilled one of my drinks on my bf a little when I sat back down.

Danny was 3 centimeters away from loosing his dick and he got paint on his shoe. He seemed legit irked lol

Nick Jonas was in Dan’s box, but I don’t recall the other two cuz that was the only one that mattered imo

I got a piece of the sign and when they threw it into the audience it was a bit disturbing how everyone tore into it like a swarm of pirahnas

They wore Cubs baseball shirts over their usual shirts during the rap/song finale which was absolutely precious. I LOVED the finale so fucking much - it was magnificent

END SPOILERS!!!

Closing Thoughts

I wish I hadn’t drank so much (6 wines for those of you keeping track at home). I was getting real embarrassing by the end (as in screaming excitedly too much/ too often) and I don’t remember it as clearly as I wish I did. I was just freaking tf out and my anti-anxiety meds weren’t cutting it

I was struggling incredibly hard not to disassociate the entire time

I wish I could go to another show. It was so fun!

The following day, I had a major mood drop. If you’re prone to this, maybe have a plan to hang with someone and do something nice, but lowkey the next day

This was literally the most fun thing I’ve done in at least two years and was one of my happiest memories ever. We’re talking patronus conjuring levels of happy

If you can go, go. If you can’t, don’t feel too bad. It was EXTREMELY intense and not for everyone (especially m&g). Plus they are putting it up later, which I’m looking forward to because I think I’ll be able to better absorb it

Please feel free to ask me anything about the show! I’d love to go on about it lol

[angelicteeth]

hi our boys are disgusting

god fuck yeah they are 

Aristotle: He/Him - Leo - 18 - 6′4

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? blueee!!!!!!!2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? he loves art books! his mom used to show them to him and he’s collected them ever since. would also like to collect daggers/knives/swords bc he thinks they’re neat 3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? nothing 4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? ohhhh this guys 100% a metal head. leather jackets, spikes, ripped jeans, chains- necklaces and wallet, vans or boots, lots n lots of patches/pins- the whole ordeal! typically only wears reds, blacks, whites, and dark shades. muted colors. 5. What is your OC’s first memory? he was around 4 or 5 and his mother asked him to bake a cake with her, and he agreed, of course. they made a giant 5 layer red velvet cake with chocolate, caramel, and peanut butter chips in between and chocolate fudge drizzled on top/off the sides. they made a HUGE mess in the kitchen and all over themselves and he cherishes this memory so sooo much. 6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? black panthers!!!!! he also loves dogs a lot… he? HATES?? butterflies ???7. What element would your OC be? oh boy fire 8. What is your OC’s theme song? uhhh anything Heavy Metal9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? noooooo, i dont rlly like doing this edrfghu but! he has a deep voice, its warm and deep and kinda ? sultry? idk 10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? wrath. 11. What are your OC’s hobbies? painting!!! learning about history/going to museums, annnnnnd does his bf count? LOL12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? uhhh relatively patient? definitely depends. he’s VERY hot-headed but doesn’t ‘explode’ often 13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? male, gay, and latino! he’s also human wsedrftg14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? fucking LOVES cheese??? and big warm pretzels… CINNAMON ROLLS! hates olives ??? and most fish 15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? he’d really want a big cat, doesn’t matter what… just a Big Boy16. What does your OC smell like? warm, cinnamon maybe but also musky and woodsy… but he sometimes just likes smelling Clean and like semi typical guy cologne ??? or just Expensive smelling cologne,,, idk he always smells really fucking good sedfgh17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? uhhh right Now he’s just graduated high school and issss looking for work… doesn’t really know what he wants to be, honestly. he’s still trying to figure everything out 18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? he fears losing completely everything he loves, specifically his boyfriend and his brother. a weakness is how hard he is on himself, and how much he isolates/pushes people away when he’s low. a strength is just how warm and caring he is. how much he loves. even if he doesn’t always see himself as strong, he is. he really, really is19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? h e a v y  m e t a l  h e ‘ s  a  f u c k i n g  m e t a l h e a d i havent looked too into it so i don’t know about songs, i WILL look into it at some point20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? he live on this hell planet, sadly 21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? the death of his mom… and his anger… he blames himself for her death and hes struggling hard with it, since his father doesn’t help at all and blames him, too. a pet peeve he has is people leaving doors or cabinets open, it makes him so mad dftgyhu just fucking close them 22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? heee was a good one ? hardest subject for him was english :/ mainly got A’s! except for english 23. What is a random fact about your OC? he cannot bake or cook anything EXCEPT breakfast foods 24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? he… didnt see a future until he met his boyfriend, nathan… after his mom died, so did everything else 25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? amber wanted to play the sims and she told me to create 2 characters but i said hey! i do one, you do one! and then we were fucking idiots and turned them into ocs dfyudfhjkl; its soooo recent that nothings changed LOL im still developing him, as i am with all of my ocs 26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? nathan… he gave him a second chance at life, he gave him a reason to want to stay alive, a future. also jordan is super super important to him they bffs xoxo (edit: dan n ty also mean the world to him) at his current age… his dad. their relationship does eventually get better but right now, hes the least important but has such a big impact on him it hurts27. What kind of childhood did your character have? A GOOD GOOD GOOOOOOD ASS CHILDHOOD up until 16 it was soooo good… his moms his best friend, he n his brother hung out all the time, and his dad wasn’t so angry or drunk28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? he picks at his nails when hes nervous, but it doesnt happen very often so its nothing he tends to worry about. heee doesn’t stim but fucking loves paint mixing videos those are his shit uhhh no, no addictions… unless you literally count his bf wertyui29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? “If You Sit On My Grave I WILL Haunt You” or “Long Live The King” because he’s a stupid fucking leo30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? yesssssssss he wants to marry nathan So Bad sedrftyui he’s unsure about kids, though… kinda just wants a couple pets 31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? his mom died on his 16th birthday driving to come pick him up. anything involving nathan… doesn’t even matter what it is, he just loves him so much32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? his mom back33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? uhhh probablyyyyy not… he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he actually killed someone,,,34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? uh he likes concerts n shit but its not like,,, a social group thing… he doesnt do that shit…35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? very vivid imagination, is often found daydreaming when hes not painting or with his bf. not really worried, honestly, kinda just lives in the moment and doesnt give a single god damn shit about a thing except on the bad days36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? he wants nathan the most, out of everything- and he has him… but if he didn’t he would do anything for him. anything37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? pees with the door open esdrtyuio38. What would your character do with a million dollars? ooohhhh spoil the shit out of nathan, get a tattoo or 2, and buy art stuff!39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? eggs, leftovers, milk, orange juice, bacon, butter, and syrup. a couple of canvases, paint brushes, the shirt he slept in the night before. a couple of single issue comics, the graphic novel hes reading, a bottle of water, and a tiny art canvas. random plastic, paper, maybe an empty water bottle or 240. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? out with nathan, probably on a date. ripped jeans, dark red sweater, black shirt, boots, wallet chain, necklace chain, and a single dangly earring in his left ear 41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? yell, scream, get super physical. he’s burning, he’s burning, he’s burning. make it stop, better yet, let him thrive 42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? nope! he’s clean for now43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? oooooh uh he says some Shit when he’s pissed, especially to his dad44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? fine? doesn’t really care about it unless its from nathan. oooor if youre just being a shithead hell tell you off45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? he enjoys it, wouldn’t mind it at all tbh46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? fuck, yeah. he’d do something stupid to it to see if it works and then display it in his room or give it to his bf47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? hellllll yeaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. everything, anything48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? his mom was his best friend and the reason why he is the way he is. his dad was a good man, but now hes a stupid angry drunk who blames ari for his mothers death. its affected him positively and negatively, hes loving and passionate like his mother but insecure and doubtful because of his father49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? d o  n o t  l e t  h i m  h a v e  a  l o t  o f  c a n d y  p l e a s e 50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? would probably elope with nathan, do some crazy shit, and hope to god he doesn’t actually fucking die 

Jordan: He/Him - Sagittarius - 19 - 6′2

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? light green2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? stamps, stickers, beanies, anything aquatic-themed, and tarot cards/witchy stuff!3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? bananas…4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? lazy type clothes, very sluggish. lots of oversized cardigans, hoodies, and sweaters. baggy shirts, but he religiously wears jeans. likes chains but preferably small ones, and usually only wallet chains. likes wearing a ring on each thumb and if hes Feelin it a couple more! punkish basically 5. What is your OC’s first memory? spying on his brother and dad training outside in the barn6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? he has a giant soft spot for cows but his favorite is whale sharks!!! he doesn’t really like frogs 7. What element would your OC be? water! but with Slight fire8. What is your OC’s theme song? something slow and sad, probably 9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? no! his voice is soft and low, like a lullaby. very warm and comforting, but also a lil husky10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? envy/lust/greed wsedfg11. What are your OC’s hobbies? reading, using tarot cards, organizing his stamps/stickers, watching documentaries, and making sure aristotle doesn’t do anything Stupid12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? he’s pretty patient but he’s also pretty hot headed. he Will lash out when angry :/13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? male, bisexual, white (russian/american) also a human sedryui14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? loooovvveeessss chocolate chip waffles! and breakfast foods in general. hates peas and green beans 15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? a cowwwww… they remind him of his mom dfghj16. What does your OC smell like? clean but ? kinda minty!17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? he currently works at a little bookshop/coffeeshop! he likes it but he wants to do something more when he’s graduated from college. 18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? his father and crickets. how emotionally attached he gets to people. how warm and soft he is, he never stops caring for others 19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? goth, heavy metal, sad/emo shit20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? he live here Binch21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? his whole family besides his father is dead and he’s all alone with nobody to turn to. he h a t e s crunching noises. so much. also fucking HATES when people poke holes in shit just STop. 22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? actually really really good, even though he looks like a fucking slacker esdrftgyhu probably got all A’s23. What is a random fact about your OC? he always has his fingernails and toenails painted black or dark red/purple24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? fuck man he doesn’t wanna live hes so fucking Tired his dark circles are permanent but ari makes life worth living sdfg25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? …once upon a time amber and i made a gang au with ari n nathan and promptly made jordan for the Shits and Giggles but it turns out i fell in love and way too deep making his character, thanks!26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? aristotle, probably, because he assumes his mom is dead. least is his dad whos a fucking asshole murdering cuck27. What kind of childhood did your character have? uhhhh Not Good ill tell you that. his father only married and brought his mom to russia so she could give him kids, preferably boys. first was nikolai, second was kazimir jordan, and lastly was feliks. they were all 2 years apart, making nikolai and feliks 4, so they were all close in age and played together often. his father was most proud of nikolai but feliks had been showing signs of possibly exceeding all of their expectations. kazimir was last in everything, but he was his mothers favorite. he’ll never forgive his father for torturing him and killing everyone he loved. 28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? he often picks at his nail polish, or the skin around his nails. definitely fidgets with his hands often. doesn’t stim but follows a lot of soap carving and squishy videos, also likes bread/cooking ones. he’s kind of addicted to red bulls but he’s cutting back and resorting to coffee, which he drinks black29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? “hell’s waiting for me so watch your back”30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? maybe married but almost Definitely no kids. no thanks. xoxo31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? his father dragged him into the barns once after he accidentally spilled something over an ‘important’ paper so his father branded him with a cross on his side. his mother used to braid his hair with baby’s breath in it when theyd play out in the field, just her and the 3 boys running around, having fun. it was peaceful, bliss32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? to tell his mother he was sorry and that he’ll never stop loving her33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? no, he’s seen what killing someone does to people34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? i dont really like this question edrtyu35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? hes so tired all the time hes often in the clouds, never really focusing. daydreams a lot to make it through each day, pretending hes someone hes not. hoping that his mother is actually still alive, and that he doesnt have to keep reliving memories. they wont stop fading, he keeps getting them jumbled. he just wants to make more with her, be with her one last time36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? his moooooooooom, he’d do anything for her37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? he has to turn door knobs twice before actually opening a door 38. What would your character do with a million dollars? that’s so overwhelming to him but probably pay off college shit sdfghj debt is So Scary 39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? yogurt, water bottles, red bull, orange soda, and some strawberries. a pair of jeans and boxers and random books hes checked out from the library. a half empty can of red bull, the book hes currentl reading, a beanie, and a cute little jar of jelly beans ari got him. garbage can has crumbled up balls of paper, empty red bull cans, empty bottle of soda, and an old textbook.40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? probably aristotle and nathan to a concert/out to eat. wears black jeans, a baggy red and black striped sweater with a black shirt underneath, boots or vans, and prolly a wallet chain + his thumb rings41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? he screams and yanks on his hair fgyuhlj;k42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? heee has a cross on his side, and a few Light scars on his face- over his bottom lip, on his forehead and on the left side of his cheek/jaw. a couple on his back and arms as well most of them are from his father…43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? he’s never said anything Out Loud but in his head he says shit all the time dxgfhgjhjlio hes a snarky son of a gun44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? he will go home and Cry about it later 45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? eh its Ok46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? hes pretty paranoid about it and probably shows it to ari like ‘bitch what the FUCK’47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? he doodles mindlessly when hes bored in class 48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? uhhhh his dad is a big Cuck but his mom is an Angel and the best person he’s ever met. this has fucked him over hard bc hes father took her away from him and now he has nothing left so hes an anxious, paranoid Mess49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? he l o v e s candy pls50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? Kill Him Now

Tyler: He/Him - Pisces - 22 - 5′7

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? baby blue and pink!2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? nail polish, lamb stuffed animals, comics, seashells, and washi tapes 3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? nothin4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? he likes soft colors, pastel. sweaters are his favorite but he also likes long sleeved shirts. dresses pretty feminine, isn’t a fan of dark colors on himself unless its his boyfriends clothes5. What is your OC’s first memory? when he was around 4 or 5 he was riding his bike when he hit a rock and went flying forward, causing him to scrape his knees and his nose to bleed 6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? l o v e s  l a m b s and snails, doesn’t really like salamanders 7. What element would your OC be? w a t e r 8. What is your OC’s theme song? something soft and not too upbeat 9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? he has a very smooth and kind of feminine voice ? but its masculine enough to not misgender him,,,10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? envy???11. What are your OC’s hobbies? painting his nails, drawing/sketching, reading comics and graphic novels, watching documentaries, and journaling!12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? very patient and rarely hot headed, gets more agitated or annoyed 13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? male, gay, white human boy14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? would Die for milkshakes he loves them so fucking much, isnt a big fan of hamburgers/beef in general 15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? a lamb or sheep he is so infatuated with them. they are so so soooo cute 16. What does your OC smell like? strawberries and cream!17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? heee currently works odd hours at a gas station, it’s definitely not his dream job but its not super awful… most of the time. he wants to go to art school, actually, to learn to make jewelry and to learn how to do more with his art18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? abandonment and ultimate loneliness. he’s really self conscious but he loves with all hes got and he loves so much, and so hard19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? bubblegum pop, kpop, jpop, and some indie music!20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? he here 21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? he’s self conscious and in recovery for self harm/an eating disorder but he’s doing really well! its still hard but he’s pushing through… he hates having chipped nails drftugyihuo as soon as one chips, even a little, he repaints them as soon as he can22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? he was a nerd he got straight A’s and actually enjoyed school kinda erdtfyuio but only because he loves to learn, not the actual people or atmosphere 23. What is a random fact about your OC? is really interested in astrology and loves reading his horoscope 24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? he’s honestly trying to still figure that out but the more time he spends with his boyfriend, the more he wants to live and have a happy future with him25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? amber made dan, dan needed a love interest, tada!26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? daaaaaannnn, his boyfriend, nathan his best friend (+ari)  annnnnnd uh ? nobody really ??? 27. What kind of childhood did your character have? he had a pretty alright childhood, kind of lonely…28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? plays with his ears if he’s super nervous, really fucking loves slime to stim and help him calm down- or chews on something29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? something gay, probably 30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? yes and yes!!! he wants to get married and have a family with dan :331. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? dan got into a bad bar fight once, he was having a shitty day and the guy was being an absolute douchebag asshole and tyler wasn’t there to help him or stop him and it was just… bad… once dan took him to a petting zoo to meet and pet some sheep and he cried because it was quite possibly the nicest thing anyones ever done for him and then the dumbass also set up a picnic for afterwards and he fucking bawled again stupid gay saps32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? the funds for college esdrtf33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? nope he is a soft crybaby 34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? i dont LIKE this fucking q smfh35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? he daydreams a lot, yeah, and hes almost always worried because his anxiety is an absolute bitch but hes working on it36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? he just wants dan and to go to art school37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? he has to say goodnight to all of his stuffed animals before bed every night sdfgfgghj38. What would your character do with a million dollars? a r t  s c h o o l39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? strawberries, mangos, chocolate almond milk, leftover food from a restaurant he went to with dan, and some chocolate syrup. nothing, he has to keep his room clean always. nightstand has a graphic novel and book hes currently reading, a note/poem from dan with a small lamb he got him, and a bottle of peach tea. 40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? somewhere really really fancy with dan! he’d wear a cute suit, a white one with a pastel yellow button up shirt and a black tie. wears the necklace dan got him and probably a few dainty rings that match well together/when layered 41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? he cries. a lot. he gets really overwhelmed when he’s angry, and tends to scream or yell42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? on his arms from self harm, his hips as well… 43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? he doesn’t like saying rude things44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? uhhh if he asks he’ll probably take what the person says into consideration but if he hasnt asked, he’ll get mad/sad 45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? he like it46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? he gives it to dan rdyftugyhio47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? s e n d  h i m  t o  a r t  s c h o o l  p l e a s e48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? err his parents were kind of absent a lot, they traveled so much for business that he was often alone, only himself for company. his mom was loving, for the most part, when she was home. she got drunk quite often, though, but that just made her more giggly and unfocused. his dad… was hard on him, kinda abusive. often ignored him, honestly, unless it came to school and ‘being a man.’ he can be very distant at times, and self isolates often… yet he’s afraid of being alone, he doesn’t want to be abandoned, so he loves the wrong people, stays with the wrong people, because it seems right. if they stay, ill be okay, even if im still crying. even if it still hurts 49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? he does like candy! gets sugar rushes sometimes sdrftugyu dan finds it so fucking cute bc he’s so hyper and giggly 50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? oh please don’t stress him out like that…

Alexander: He/They - Virgo - 24 - 6′0

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? dark purple2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? swords, dragons, and bookmarks3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? dairy and bees4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? what he actually has to wear differs from what he personally likes. his father is the king so because of that, he often has to wear a lot of suits/prince attire. but personally, when he doesnt have to be Prince, he likes to wear dark and comfy clothes, a lazy emo5. What is your OC’s first memory? he vaguely remembers aster being born and wanting to help his mom take care of her 6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? dragons!!! doesnt have a least favorite??? maybe mosquitos 7. What element would your OC be? hhhhh water 8. What is your OC’s theme song? something heavy and dark9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? he has a charming n husky kinda voice !10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? greed or envy11. What are your OC’s hobbies? fighting, taking care of dragons, making rings, and reading historical books12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? he’s been trained to be patient, for the most part, but when he’s passionate about something he tends to get hot-headed sometimes 13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? non-binary, bisexual, he’s an alien so he’s kinda pinkish… same color as aster but a little lighter 14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? loves seafood… isn’t really into eggs 15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? he Has his dream pet, a dragon, so he’s Good16. What does your OC smell like? woodsy and clean 17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? he’s a prince but he works with dragons a lot!!! it’s his Dream… or to sell his rings 18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? commitment, losing his family, and sharks. he gets too lost in his head at times, distances himself from everyone. he’s physically very strong and a charming/calm guy by nature 19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? he’s not the biggest music guy but enjoys rock/alternative/emo stuff20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? curious about everything, goes into almost every shop he can find and tries out so many different foods…21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? his last relationship was Bad and he’s still very much affected by it… he hates wearing socks to bed dfyguh it annoys him so much22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? excellent, top of his class23. What is a random fact about your OC? he loves tattoos and would love to be covered in them one day 24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? currently, his outlook is very bleak dxfyuibj he’s really sad,,,25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? i gave aster siblings and then slowly developed him in my head!26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? his family, specifically his siblings, anddd his ex boyfriend still haunts his almost every thought and action :/27. What kind of childhood did your character have? good!!! he and his siblings did so much stuff together dxfghjkl; i Love them28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? twists his rings a lot or shakes his leg when he’s nervous. doesn’t stim 29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? fuck, man, i have no fucking clue and neither does he30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? currently, no31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? his ex boyfriend tried to kill him once. he relives that memory almost everyday, and hates himself for not telling anybody about it. his siblings always know how to cheer him up, which he’s soooo grateful for. the 3 of them went to an amusement park once and just had so much fun, eating waaaay too much and going on all of the rides 32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? happiness33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? er probably wouldn’t but if it was his ex… he would reconsider 34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? his dads the king, hes a prince, so he often finds himself at balls or parties and pretends to be super charming and openly available for marriage, even though he doesn’t want it and his younger brother will most likely take the throne instead35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? he never stops living in daydreams or memories and would like it all to just. stop. let him b r e a t h e36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? peace. he wants everything to stop, he wants his head to stop convincing him somethings wrong when hes fine and he wants his thoughts to stop wants the voices gone.37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? he sucks skittles and starbursts for a long ass time before actually eating them…38. What would your character do with a million dollars? donate it all 39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? nothing dfhgjk he hasn’t restocked it yet,,, probably some clothes and random books lying around. uhhh probably some alcohol, candy, and a map. crumpled up paper and wrappers in his garbage can40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? uh probably alone and to get wasted or high,,, doesnt matter where :/41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? self isolates and simmers in his anger, throws shit and screams because hes so mad/frustrated 42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? theres some cigarette burns on his thighs from his ex, a couple on his back and arms/legs from either fighting or his ex… there’s probably more but id have to think a lot more on his ex and stuff, which i will do eventually!43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? towards the end of his relationship he probably said some harsh things to his ex44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? fine unless its super personal to him, then it reminds him of his ex and he cant focus on anything, he shuts down45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? inhales it. please feed him46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? stares at it for so long.. would probably carry it with him always dsfgjkl;47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? he things drawing buildings is super relaxing…48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? very loving! hes very grateful for them and how supportive they are, even if its unconventional to being next in line for the throne. they just want him happy more than anything49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? he loves candy, shoves it in his mouth so fast estrytuyul he only gets sugar rushes if he binges on candy around others??? never when hes just munching on it alone50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? i cant say he’d be entirely mad at his current state… would probably say his goodbyes and then just wait, or wander around waiting 

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SERVERTALE Chapter 19: Training

Frisk got a letter from Undyne and the task to deliver it to Alphys. Since, she didn’t want to walk all the way to Alphys’ lab, Frisk decided to ask the Riverperson to help her. She finds them with their boat, waiting. Frisk greets them. Riverperson: Tra la la. Care for a ride? Frisk: Yes, that would be helpful. Riverperson: Where will we go? Frisk: Hotland. Riverperson: Then we’re off... The boat suddenly rises, revealing its... legs. It starts running along the river. After some time of silence, the Riverperson speaks. Riverperson: Tra la la. A second chance at life. Last two times, it ended in tragedy. Let us hope it shall not happen again. Frisk is more surprised than Chara, since Chara already knew that the Riverperson has many secrets. Frisk: I don’t know what you are talking about? Riverperson: There is a big difference between not knowing and not wanting to. You will find your difference when your soul lets you to. Frisk: How do you even know about that? Without turning around, Riverperson responds, as two small yellow flames exit their hood. Riverperson: How would I not know. After all... I was there. The remaining part of the travel is quiet, since Riverperson said everything they wanted to and Frisk doesn’t feel like asking any more questions. The boat reaches the destination and it lowers down to the water level. Frisk exits the boat. Riverperson calls Frisk in a calm voice. Riverperson: Come again some time. Tra la la. Frisk walks up the stairs, before looking back once again to the Riverperson. They are standing still on their boat like a statue. Frisk continues and reaches the same save point from the time she first met Alphys. She overwrites the save, before reaching the door of the lab. After a closer look, Frisk notices that there isn’t a mail slot anywhere. Chara: Just slide it in so we can be done with this. Frisk listens to Chara and slides the letter under the door and slightly knocks. After a few seconds, she hears footsteps from inside, and then, Alphys’ voice. Alphys: O-oh n-no, is that another letter...? I don’t want to open it... C-can’t I just slide it back out...? N... no... I can’t keep doing this. I’ll read this one. ...Um... I-it’s shut k-kind of strongly, isn’t it? Chara: Who is she talking to? Alphys: Wait a second... Alphys opens the door, with the letter in her hands. Alphys: Oh My God? Did you write this letter? Frisk: Actually, Undyne gave it to me and told me to deliver it to you. Alphys: WHAT? S-s-she wrote it? Are you joking? Frisk: No, it’s her letter. Why wouldn’t it be? Alphys: Oh no. I’m not ready for this. I can’t do it. Frisk: I don’t even know what’s in the letter. Alphys: Oh... y-yeah, I forgot to say... She said she likes me. Frisk: Well that’s nice. Alphys: IT’S GREAT. But it’s not. Uh... I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Frisk: Well, do you like her? Alphys: Yeah, but... I’m gonna mess it up. I’m not good at talking with people. I-I don’t e-even know why she likes me. I d-don’t know w-w-what am I supposed to say. Frisk: I could help. Alphys: What? Chara: Frisk, our work here is done. Don’t waste more time on her. Frisk ignores Chara and goes on. Frisk: You’re gonna have to talk with her sooner or later, right? I could pretend that I’m Undyne and you will pretend that you are confessing your feelings. Alphys: That... That could work. Frisk: Great, get dressed. You’re gonna have to look good. Alphys: Okay. just give me a minute. Alphys closes the door and goes to change her clothes.  Chara: Why did you do that? Frisk: Sans said that we need everyone’s full support, didn’t he? Chara: He did, but that doesn’t mean that we need to help everyone out of their daily problems just to get that help. We don’t know when will Flowey decide to attack again. Frisk: You’re just being paranoid. Chara: BECAUSE WE DIED. Frisk: But we’re not dead. Calm down, everything will work out fine, just stay focused. Chara: There’s nothing I can do to change your mind? Frisk: Nope. Chara sighs, defeated. Chara: As you wish. I can’t do anything on my own anyways. Alphys comes back, wearing a spotty dress.  Alphys: H-how do I look? My friend helped me pick out this dress. She’s got a great sense of... Um, anyway! Let’s do this thing! Alphys gets ready to act like she is talking to Undyne. She still isn’t confident, but it is easier to talk with Frisk. Alphys: H-hi Undyne... H-how are you doing today? Frisk: I’m fine. Alphys: Ha! Ha! Glad to hear it!! Uhhh, so I’d like to, um, talk to you about something. Frisk: What is it? Alphys: Umm, you see... I... I... I... I h-haven’t been exactly truthful w-w-with you... Y... you see, I... I... Oh, forget it! Undyne!!! I... I want to tell you how I feel! Y-you’re so brave, a-and s-strong...  A-and nice... Y-you always listen t-to me   when I talk about n-n-nerdy stuff... Y-you always d-d-do your best to m-make me f-f-feel special... L-like t-telling me that y-you’ll b-beat up anyone that g-gets in my way... Chara: Well, doesn’t that sound familiar. Alphys: UNDYNE!!! I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANY LONGER!!! I’M MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU!!! Chara: Should we stop her? Alphys: HOLD ME, UNDYNE!! HOLD ME!!! Just as Alphys says that, Undyne walks in, equally surprising everyone. Undyne: What did you just say? Alphys takes a step back. Alphys: U... Undyne! I... was... just... Undyne: Hey, woah, wait a second! Your outfit’s really cute! What’s the occasion? Alphys tries to think of a good excuse, but Frisk interrupts her. Frisk: We were roleplaying. Undyne: What? Alphys: Undyne... I... I’ve been lying to you! Undyne: About what? Alphys: About... well... Everything! Alphys walks closer to Undyne. Alphys: I told you that seaweed was like... scientifically important... Really, I just... I just use it to make ice cream! And those human history books i keep reading... Those are just dorky comic books! And the history movies... those... Those are just, uh, anime! They aren’t real! Alphys gets even closer to Undyne. Alphys: And that time I told you I was busy with work on the phone... Was just eating frozen yogurt in my pajamas! That time I- Undyne interrupts her. Undyne: Alphys... Alphys: I... I just wanted to impress you! I just wanted you to think I was smart and cool. That I wasn’t some... nerdy loser. Undyne puts her hand on Alphys’ head. Alphys: Undyne, I... I really think you’re neat, ok... Undyne crouches down and hugs Alphys, calming her down, before she suddenly picks her up and throws her into a nearby trash can. Chara laughs uncontrollably.  Undyne: Alphys! I... think you’re neat, too, I guess. But, you’ve gotta realize... Most of what you said really doesn’t matter to me. I don’t care if you’re watching kid cartoons or reading history books. To me, all of that stuff is just nerdy crap! What I like about you is that you’re passionate! You’re analytical!! It doesn’t matter what it is! You care about it!! 100-percent!! At maximum power!!! ...so, you don’t have to lie to me. I don’t want you  to have to lie to anyone anymore. Alphys... I want to help you become happy with who you are! And I know just the training you need to do that! Alphys slightly raises the top of the trash can and looks through. Alphys; Undyne... you... Y-you’re gonna train me...? Undyne: Pffft, what? ME?  Papyrus suddenly poops out, wearing his training clothes. Undyne: Nah, I’m gonna get Papyrus to do it. Papyrus: GET THOSE BONES SHAKIN!!! IT’S TIME TO JOG 100 LAPS, HOOTING ABOUT HOW GREAT WE ARE!!! Undyne: Ready? I’m about to start the timer! Alphys: U-undyne... I’ll do my best...! Papyrus and Alphys start running. Undyne: OH MY GOD!!! She was kidding, right!? Those cartoons... those comics... those are still real, right!? ANIME’S REAL, RIGHT?!?! Frisk: Yeah... about that... Slasher wrote a list of all of the weapons he will be using when they will be defending the portal, while Amy checked all of the cameras and Ne set up the training room. He invited Slasher to train with him. Slasher gladly accepted. Both of them went into the training room and Slasher replaced his normal gear with the non lethal one. so that he wouldn’t damage the training room. They both got into their positions, ready to fight. Ne: Don’t hold back. Slasher: I never do. Slasher takes his airsoft pistols and starts firing. Ne doesn’t have a problem with dodging all of them, since they are noticeably slower than the real ones. Slasher grapples to the ceiling and swings closer to Ne. Using the close range, Slasher activates his gauntlet blade and swings towards Ne. Predicting the attack, Ne phase shifts behind Slasher, but before he has a chance to hit him, Slasher already moved out of the way. Ne switches to offense and starts attempting to punch him. Slasher has gotten pretty skilled at hand to hand combat, so he was able to block all of the attacks, and even counter them. Using the opening, Slasher sweep kicks Ne, making him fall down. Before he has time to point his gun, Ne jumps back up and phase shifts above slasher, before kicking him down. Slasher quickly recovers and starts firing at Ne again, forcing him to move back. Ne: You’re gonna have to try better than that. Slasher: Your wish is my command. Slasher fires his grapple, hitting Ne and pulling him closer, before kicking him. While he is stunned, Slasher swipes the grapple like a chain a few times, before Ne catches it and pulls slasher closer. Slasher attempts to hit Ne with his blade, But Ne doges the attacks, before grabbing his arm and flipping him to the ground. Ne creates a neon bullet, while Slasher takes out his pistols and aims them at Ne. Ne: A draw? Slasher: Good enough for me. Ne absorbs back his bullet before helping Slasher up. They head back up to the living room. Amy: Done already? Ne: You know how it is. Ne goes into the kitchen. Amy looks at Slasher. Amy: He’s still giving you that free draw huh? Slasher: Yup. Prologue Chapter 18 Chapter 20