Super Smash Bros One Shots

Little Mac - New Years

Hastily written because I have to go to church. Sorry!

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You finished the last touches of your elegant garb (dress or suit). The clock above you read 23:00; A hour until midnight. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror.

Good enough.

Most of you felt like staying in your room, lounging, maybe forcing some of your friends to visit. But the other half of you knew how cunning Peach and Daisy could be, they'd sense your disappearance if you even entertained the thought of ditching the elaborate party they had planned for New Years. You sighed and entered the hallway. One hour.

You slumped against your door. What to do with an hour to kill?

You stumbled, heels sinking into the carpeted floor, as you walked to another door. You pressed your face into the door. Silence. You guessed Mac was probably asleep. You pound your fists against the door. "Mac!" You yelled. "Mac, you up?" No respond. Instead of the usual treatment you'd give your best friend's door, you simply let yourself in. Empty. You huffed. Where'd he run off to? You let left the room and looked around the hallway. At the end of the hall was the balcony, with one pot that had been knocked over.

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Mac lay against the blanket on the chilly rooftop. His shorts and hoodie were barely doing anything to shield him from the cold, not that he minded it. Lost in his thoughts, he dismissed the springy sound coming the ground far below him. A rock was gently tossed by his feet, and he cautiously opened his eyes to find no one there. Quiet murmurs came from the ground. Mac cautiously approached the edge of the roof. The spring sound returned and suddenly you were in front of him, luxurious coat (that you borrowed) and soft locks floating in the breeze. Before he could react, you fell back to earth. As soon as you came down, you were back up again and Mac held out his arms to catch you. You landed safely bridal style and you looked over the edge of the slated roof. "Thank you Rock!" You called over to the robot and his dog. They waved at you before retreating inside. You turned back to Mac, one hand on his chest and the other arm around his broad shoulders. "Hey there."

"Hey yourself." He took a couple steps back towards his blanket. "How'd you find me?"

"You knocked over a plant climbing up here." You carefully crawled out of his arms. "What are you doing up here? The princesses are gonna kill you if you don't show up."

"Maybe." He lay back against the blanket, smoothing some out so you had space to sit on it too.

"I'm not into those kinds of parties." You sat on the blanket, legs tucked under you to dodge the cold.

"Aren't you cold?" You ask him, pulling your coat closer to your body. "I'm cold."

"You get worse weather where I'm from." He sighed and rest his head on his arm.

"New Pork?"

He started to laugh, "New York." He corrected. "It's New York."

"It sounds weird."

"Maybe."

"Definitely." You hit his side. "So you won't be joining us tonight?"

"Maybe."

"Did all those punches get to you yet?"

"I think I still have a bit before I go insane." Mac jokingly knocked on his head. "I still have some brain cells in there."

You chuckled and moved to lay down. The two of you enjoyed the silence for a couple minutes before you chimed in again. "Do you miss your home?"

Mac shifted a bit. "Depends," He said. "Home world or just home?"

"Both, I guess." You hummed. "Why does it depend?"

"I miss my home world." He sighed. "But home is always with me." You didn't realize his eyes had been closed until he opened them again. "I've told you I'm emancipated right? I don't have a home, my home is with myself and with Doc." He turned to you. "And here, sometimes."

"You don't have parents?" You asked him as you rolled onto your side.

"I do, but I haven't seen them since I met Doc and started training in New York." Mac lay on his side to face you. "That's what being emancipated means, I'm not required to be with them, and they're not required to take care of me."

"Do you miss them?" He nodded but didn't say anything else, so you decided not to press the matter. "What do you do for New Years in New York?"

He smiled, "It's a real shit show." You hit his shoulder playfully. "I'm serious. People from all over come to watch a giant ball drop at midnight, with mediocre entertainment of course. Some of them come hours in advance."

You cocked an eyebrow. "Why would they do that?"

"I honestly have no clue."

"Did you ever go?"

"Once." He raised one finger. "It was the worst."

"Really?"

He hummed. "Doc took me for a bit after my first title bout with Mr. Sandman and I swear my brain started bleeding."

You scoffed. "It couldn't have been that bad."

He grabbed your hands. "It was that bad! It was so loud and crowded, I lost Doc five times in the hour we were there." You laughed at his antics. He smiled and continued, "I got my ass kicked so hard that day and just being there absolutely made my brain bleed."

You rolled over laughing, pulling your hands from his and covering your face. He chuckled and returned to his spot on his back. As soon as you stopped laughing, you checked the time.

Ten minutes.

"We should head back, Mac." You sat up. "It's ten to midnight." He hummed. Before you could stand, you felt Mac hold your hand. He played with your fingers before taking a deep breath.

"We're friends right?" He asked, avoiding your gaze and squeezing your hand. You nodded eagerly.

"Of course," You tangled your fingers together. "Always."

He nodded his head and emptied his lungs. Taking another breath, he whispered, "I really like you." He sat up to face you, giving you a pitiful smile and letting go of your hand. "I understand if you don't feel the same way." He started to stand up but you were quick to take it back.

"I never said that." You stood up to be eye level with him. You leaned on his chest and softly kissed his cheek. You moved back and smiled at him. "I like you too."

His face was rosy with a blush and he broke out in a smile. He rushed to hug you, nearly knocking you back onto the blanket. "Thank you, (Y/N)." You wrapped your arms around him.

"Do you want to go back now?" You asked him, even if you already knew the answer.

"Can we stay here? Just for a bit." You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder. Maybe you'd get an earful tomorrow, but the moment was more than perfect.