#🍒 » a bell through the night (rhiannon)

[graveyardmuse]

FOURTEEN DAYS OF CUPID’S ARROW DAY ONE: FLOWERS

ship: kenny mccormick/rhiannon moore word count: one hundred rating: teen and up audiences warnings: implied character death (he’s fine now, though) summary: a dialogue-only drabble in which kenny seeks forgiveness after ghosting rhiannon.

“Ken, it’s the middle of the night, what do you even want?”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry for waking you up. But I feel really bad about flaking out on our date yesterday, so, I… I, uh, brought you flowers?”

“You pretty much disappeared off of the face of the planet.”

“…yeah, I know. Sorry.”

“You’re forgiven. C’mon, get your ass inside. I’m not letting you walk home in the dark— it can wait ‘til morning.”

“You’re the best. You know that, right?”

“Oh, I’m fully aware. Here, lemme put these in water, and then I’ll make some tea.”

[graveyardmuse]

FOURTEEN DAYS OF CUPID’S ARROW DAY TWO: À LA MODE

ship: leo stotch/rhiannon moore word count: three hundred rating: general audiences warnings: n/a summary: rhiannon bakes a pie for one of her closest friends. this is totally a display of uncomplicated platonic affection. (spoiler alert: no, it isn't.)

“You made this for me?” Leo asks, faint pink dusting his cheeks and a smile tugging on his dimples as he looks away and taps his knuckles together— an infuriatingly adorable nervous tic he’s had for as long as Rhi has known him and then some.

She’s glad he’s not looking at her; she doesn��t want to have to come up with an excuse or justification for her own blush.

“Who else is in this room to take it, buttercup? Of course I made it for you.”

Bitterly cold days are always made better with a sweet treat and a friend to share it with, she reckons. And he’s always been a good friend.

That’s it, that’s the only reason she wanted him to come over. Because he’s her friend. Her best friend, even. One of her dearest friends, at the very least.

(It definitely wasn’t to impress him, after all— the pie almost certainly tastes better than it looks, with lumpy, broken latticework and nearly burnt apple filling oozing through the gaps. Not her finest work, not by a long shot.)

“Aw, you’re the sweetest, you know that?”

“Probably not sweeter than the pie— I think I used way too much sugar,” she grumbles. It’s a deflection, and not a very good one, because she can feel the heat creeping up her neck.

She really had no idea how to take a compliment, and whether he realized it or not, Leo was constantly testing her limits in that regard. One of these days, she’d learn to just say thank you.

Not today, though.

Today, she busies herself with cutting him a slice and digging the ice cream out of the freezer, and resolves not to think about it too much.

There’s always tomorrow to get her feelings in order.

[graveyardmuse]

To take my mind off of my frustrations, I went ahead and made Kenny, Leo, and Rhi in this cool picrew— it’s inspired by the spiderverse movies, which I find extremely fitting because their superhero personas are my favorite sandbox to play in!

I’d put them around their early twenties here, since Ken’s working on the beard and failing miserably so far, whereas the thought of growing that stupid mustache (affectionate) has yet to cross Leo’s mind. They’re balancing growing into their own as young adults with living and working in the most fucked up place on earth, and it is going… questionably.

But they make it work. They’ll always make it work, no matter what.

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