#platonic sentence starters

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🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  you've been my best friend for years, what made you think it would change now?  ❜ ❛  i'm always here for you if you need me.  ❜ ❛  well, that's what friends are for.  ❜ ❛  remember, i'm always just one call away.  ❜ ❛  how long have we known each other now? i know you better than you know yourself.  ❜ ❛  you're an idiot most of the time, but you're my idiot.  ❜ ❛  do you want to come over and watch movies tonight? i could use some company.  ❜ ❛  you always know how to cheer me up.  ❜ ❛  i made you your favorite food.  ❜ ❛  i know it's 2 a.m. but i really need someone to talk to. are you awake?  ❜ ❛  remember when we used to build blanket forts? let's do it again.  ❜ ❛  please come to this family dinner with me. my family already loves you and i need some neutral person there with me.  ❜ ❛  here, i got you something. i saw it at the shop and it reminded me of you.  ❜ ❛  do you remember that promise we made to each other when we were kids?  ❜ ❛  i'm so grateful to have you in my life. you mean the world to me.  ❜ ❛  i don't need advice right now, just a friend to listen.  ❜ ❛  you're the best friend one could ever ask for.  ❜ ❛  hey, umm ... thank you for being my friend.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to go through this alone. i'm here for you.  ❜ ❛  want to grab a coffee and catch up?  ❜ ❛  we may not talk every day anymore, but i still consider you my friend.  ❜ ❛  i can stay and help you finish this if you want.  ❜ ❛  you've got this. i believe in you!  ❜ ❛  how about we plan a game night this weekend?  ❜ ❛  do you ever wonder what our lives will be like in ten years?  ❜ ❛  no matter what happens, you'll always have me.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to pretend with me. i like you just the way you are.  ❜ ❛  consider it ... a little friendly competition.  ❜ ❛  thank you, you always know how to make me laugh.  ❜ ❛  i can't believe how far we've come together.  ❜ ❛  just stay put, i'll be over in a minute.  ❜ ❛  i've got us tickets for that concert/movies/exhibition you wanted to go to.  ❜ ❛  how about a road trip? just like old times ...  ❜ ❛  i really appreciate you staying in my life all these years.  ❜ ❛  i don't know what i'd do without you.  ❜ ❛  you can tell me if something is bothering you.  ❜ ❛  race you to the end of the street!  ❜ ❛  bet you can't beat me at this game. i'm a pro.  ❜ ❛  i challenge you to a cooking contest. loser has to buy dinner for the next week.  ❜ ❛  you've been such a great friend, and i just wanted to say thanks.  ❜

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Could you do Donald and Della, “Do you think we’re friends in every universe?”

Oooh! This is too good! Perfect duo, great line, let’s do this!!!

On the Edge of the Duckverse!

To say that it was late at the Money Bin would be an understatement. It had been hours since the members of Team Science had decided to take a break from the progress they have made on their own dimensional portal and had retired for the evening. All though the building was not without its occupants, for three members of Clan McDuck were still there; and only two of those members were ready to leave.

A sigh left Donald’s beak letting out the exhaustion he felt while also prepping him for the conversation ahead.

“Della, let’s go! I wanna head to bed!”

“Then go! I’m busy!”

The lab doors behind Donald closed as he went over to his sister. The underwater lab was practically pitch black with all the lights turned off as well as all the lab windows being closed on account of all the fish making their way around the lab.

The only light in the lab came from the portal's monitor. The device was still a work-in-progress, all though it could not be used to bring things in and out of the portal in a stable manner, it did allow the user to view the other multiverses. So Della was doing just that; her eyes glued to the screen as her hands went back and forth between the keyboard and a nearby notepad.

"How did you even get this thing up and running?" Donald inquired as he approached his sister.

"Please," Della scoffed, "it's one of Gyro's devices, the genius has been using the same password since 2003."

"You're joking, it's still GeniusInnovator140?!"

"All one word, the G & the I are capitalized."

Donald snickered before glancing over at Della's notepad. From a quick glance Donald could see various coordinates for different universes, some of which were crossed out. Besides that, the duck also noticed his sister had taken some notes down which didn't surprise him, however one word popped out as he scanned the paper.

"...Hey, why is my name written down by-"

Della quickly went to grab the notepad only for Donald to grab it first.

"It's nothing!" Della answered as she tried to pull her notepad back.

"Then let go!" Donald demanded as he tried to pull the notepad out of his sister's hands.

"No! This is mine, so hands off!"

"Never! What did you see!?"

"Nothing! Don't worry about it!"

"I'll tell Gyro you're messing with his team's machines!"

"I'll tell that scrawny know-it-all to his face myself!"

"I'll tell Uncle Scrooge!"

"Fine!" Della yelled as she let go of the notepad causing Donald to fall flat on his back. Della then grabbed the notepad from Donald and began typing in coordinates.

"You are NOT going to believe this..." Della muttered as she then hit the enter key.

Donald got up from the ground and shook his head before looking over at the monitor.

On the screen was a masked duck sporting a red and blue cape, black and red tights, yellow shoes, black mask and a blue sailor hat.

Donald's beak dropped. "Is that me?!"

"Well duh, it's not like that costume does a good job hiding your identity." Della scoffed.

"I don't believe this!" Donald almost laughed in astonishment.

"Yeah, it's hard to believe that someone who banned Super Snooper comics in his boat because he thought they were 'too violent' would be a superhero." Della joked.

"...The boys told you about that?"

"Yeah. Did you also ban rock-n-roll because it's the devil's music?"

"Ha-ha," Donald rolled his eyes, "do you have any idea what's going on?"

"Barely." Della shrugged. "Everyone in this universe only speaks Italian."

"Ho usato google traduttore per fare questa frase!" The Donald Duck on the monitor exclaimed.

"Oh..." Donald Duck responded sounding a little disappointed.

"...That's not the only universe where I found you, Donnie." Della smirked as she looked into her notepad and went ahead typed in the next coordinates.

Donald glued his eyes to the monitor as it displayed the next multiverse to the two ducks.

In this world Donald was sporting a snazzy purple jacket and blue button up shirt and was at the front door of some sort of club greeting a variety of different guests who looked excited to enter.

"I own a club!?"

"Co-own," Della corrected, "with your old pal, Mickey."

"Really?!" Donald asked facing his sister.

"Yeah, the boys are performers there, Goofy's the head waiter and the rest of your pals work there too." Della explained. "You're honestly with them in a lot of these universes..."

"No fooling!?" Donald asked as he looked back at the monitor. "Can you show me them?!"

"I thought it was time for bed."

"That can wait! I wanna see all the universe you found where I'm something really cool!" Donald said as he pulled up a chair and sat by his sister. "Besides, it might be awhile til Uncle Scrooge comes looking for us."

Della rolled her eyes and chuckled to herself as she typed in the next coordinates.

One after another, Donald witnessed the many lives he lived in other universes. Donald saw himself wear many hats such as one of a musketeer with his old pals fighting the Beagle Boys as well as another universe where he wore a helmet and was fighting mythical creatures with José and Panchito as well as some feminine mostly hairless mammal. But most of these universe, Donald saw himself sporting his blue sailor hat and matching suit, but he still found himself off on some sort of adventure with either his friends or his Uncle and Nephews. Some were a bit more different than others.

"Come on!"

"This is it!"

"Take that!"

Donald and Della stared blankly at the monitor as they watched this universe's Donald and Goofy fighting alongside some spikey haired mostly hairless mammal against some shadowy creatures.

"...Okay," Donald spoke up, "I honestly don't know what the hell is going on here."

"I think you guys are fighting the darkness or something?" Della answered. "I don't know, that kid with the key-looking sword might explain things after this fight."

"Well regardless, me being a sorcerer is really cool"

"Yeah, I figured you'd say that."

"Ha..." Donald's laugh trailed off as a thought occurred to him, "Della, why were you hiding all this from me?"

"Whaaaaat, I wasn't hiding anything from you."

"You didn't want to show me these things at first."

"Uhh...it was because you were tired and I just knew that you'd want to stay a-"

"Oh come on!" Donald scoffed as his sister tried to form her excuse. "I know what this is about, you're jealous!"

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah! You were looking for other universes were you were something awesome like a superhero or paranormal investigator or sorcerer! You were jealous that in all these universes I was getting all these amazing roles while you were-...you were..."

Silence had overtaken the lab as the monitor kept displaying the other universe.

"This looks like a great place for ingre-"

Donald muted the monitor. "...Were you able to find yourself at all?"

"...No." Della looked away from her brother. "Every universe had you with practically everyone. My boys, Uncle Scrooge, Gyro, your many pals. And me? Well I just wasn't there..."

"Della, I'm-"

"But why!?" Della sighed as she looked up at the muted monitor. "Am I just a very shitty sister dumping my boys onto you so I can just fuck off somewhere else or am I just dead?!"

"Della."

"You know what I hope it's the latter, because my family doesn't deserve to ha-"

"DELLA!" Donald shouted as he turned off the screen monitor. The duck then clapped his hands together turning on the lab's lights, where he was greeted to the sight of his sister looking right at him.

"...Look, I don't know." Donald began, "I don't know why you're not there with me by side in any of those universes. We're only looking at a snapshot of these other versions of our lives. You might not be there now, but I'm sure you had a good reason."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because you're my sister, you dummy! And there was a time in my life here in this universe when you weren't with me by my side." Donald smiled at Della. "But you are now, and you're still my sister and quite possibly the best friend I've ever had."

"..." Della smiled back at her Donald as she turned the monitor back on and observed the screen. "...Do you think we're friends in every universe?"

"I don't see why not." Donald answered as he looked over at the monitor.

"...Well, I think I'm ready for bed." Della stated as she turned off the machine and headed to the exit with her brother. "Okay fun question time: If you could swap universes with any of the Donalds you've seen tonight, which one would it be?"

"Hmm..." Donald thought as the two stepped into the elevator, "none."

"None!? Why not?"

"I like my life here," Donald shrugged, "at least I know the people I love are okay and not too far away from me."

"Aww...You see if I were you, I would've answered that universe where you, Jose and Panchito were fighting alongside that Amazon chick. I would totally hook up with her."

The elevator door closed and then ascended the two up to their uncle and pretty soon, the bin had no occupants.

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Subtle 'I love you's Prompt list

These have a mix of romantic and platonic. I'm going on a vacation soon and I don't think I'll be able to get the next chapter of my fic done before then so I'm making a lot of these for y'all to enjoy in the meantime. Feel free like always to use these for anything!

Person A cleaning Person B's house/room for them.

Person A cooking Person B's favorite meal.

Kiss to the forehead.

Person A letting Person B rest on them.

"Come on, I got you."

Person A finding a framed photo of them and Person B in Person B's house.

"Well, you're family to me."

"You care. And it shows."

Buying the other a gift because it reminded them of the other.

Flowers.

Checking in when the other is sick.

Making the other a gift by hand.

Being there for the other after they lost someone.

"What do you mean? You have me."

"What did I do to deserve you?"

"You make life better."

"What?" "Nothing, you're just beautiful."

Sitting on a bench together at sunset or sunrise.

Letting the other cry themselves to sleep in their arms.

Person A visiting Person B unannounced to cheer them up.

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The good old "Don't what?" "Tihickle mehee!" "Tickle you? Okay!" For lee Muichiro and ler reader? I feel like he'd definitely get caught with that, and he'd be so mad about it too, hehe.

I think I saw you get an ask for him alr, so I hope this is ok! He's just so baby 🥺

{Puffs are now CLOSED!}

AHH GOD I LOVE MUI!! He's my son- I love him so much! Anon, I've gotcha covered! :D

“Ehehheek, nohohohohoho!”

“Yeehehhes!” You mimicked, grinning from ear to ear at the Muichiro’s squeaks of mirth. “You’re gonna get it now, you little cheat!”

Calling him a cheater might have been a bit much, but what else could explain his flawless record of paper airplane tosses? There was no way he could nail it everytime!

Totally that and not because you’re not very good at making them. Yep. Absolutely that.

“Whohohoh’s chehehahahahting? Ehehehehehaa, (Y/N)! Gehahahahahha, pleahahhahse!” There was no defending himself as you trapped him in a hug, one arm snug around his waist while your other scratched and prodded at his spine. “Nohohohoho, doohohohn’t!”

“Don’t what?”

“Tihihihickle mehehhehehe!”

“Tickle you?” You were delighted at his adorable slipup, watching his face grow red. “Wow, someone’s enjoying himself! Okay then- tickle tickle tickle!”

“Nohohohoo! Thahahht’s nohohoht whahhat I meheahhahant! Aehahhahahah, (Y/N) pleahahhahahse!” The young Hashira flailed and jumped in your arms like a cat avoiding water, half blinded by his hair as he leaned back as far as he could. “I dihihihihdn’t chehehahhahat! I sweahhahahahre!”

“Oh, did you? Then how do you explain why you keep winning our airplane battles?”

“Ihihihih’m juhuhuhust gohohohohood! Yoohohohu neehhhed to do behehehehtter- EHEHHEK!” His laughter shot up an octave before dissolving into hiccupy snorts as you doubled your efforts. It wasn’t long before his legs gave out, sending you both tumbling to the ground. “OHohohokay! Oohohohohkay I tahahhke it bahahahahck! Yooohu wihihihin! Yohoohou wihihiihhin!”

‘Hehe, yay!” You cheered, not sure what exactly you won but pleased all the same. Releasing him from your tickly clutches, you poked his cheeks sweetly as he gasped for air. “Victory is mine! Thank you, Lord Tokito. You’re all too kind.”

“Eheheh..hehehe..I dohoohn’t know whahaht I lhohoost, but if yoohohur hahappy.” He nodded, smiling at your victory cheer.

If it meant you kept smiling like that- he’d gladly lose every time.

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Could I please request “here you can borrow my jacket” with Gyro and Selene?

*puts on glasses, straightens them*

Yep, I read that right. Um, sure. Really not sure how this dynamic will turn out, especially since I’ve never written for Selene before, but I’ll give it a shot.

I give you…

It’s Getting Cold in Here

Originated from this post.

“So your uncle really keeps all his money here, in this one building?” Selene asked.

“Yep,” Della replied. “They don’t call it the Money Bin just for kicks.”

Since Selene was in town with Storkules and Zeus, and it had been ages since they’d hung out, especially on Della’s turf, Della thought she’d show Selene around as a bit of a refresher.

Selene had never actually been in the Money Bin before, but she’d heard of the vast amounts of wealth it held. She’d even heard that the vault itself, where Scrooge McDuck’s money actually was, used to be filled to the ceiling with money. Before, well, Della got stuck on the moon. Her moon. Selene was honestly still annoyed at her father for not letting her help.

“Yep. So this is the Money Bin,” Della said. “Lot of money, lot of offices.”

“Ooh, where does this elevator lead?” wondered Selene.

“That leads down to the underwater lab, where Uncle Scrooge’s top scientists work,” Della explained. “Why it has a whole separate elevator from the rest of the building, I don’t know. Why don’t I show you? I’ve been meaning to pay ol’ Gyro a visit, anyway.”

“Sure!” Selene replied. And the two friends made their way down to the lab.

The hum of the elevator caught Gyro’s attention.

“Was anyone expecting any visitors?” he questioned. “Mr. McDuck never mentioned to me that he was coming, so besides him, I have no idea who it could be.”

“I’m on the same page as you, Dr. Gearloose,” admitted Fenton.

At last, the doors opened, and Gyro’s question was answered.

“What’s up, Doc!”

“Hiya, Della!” greeted Fenton.

“Della,” Gyro replied flatly. “I should have known. What business have you being down here today?”

“Well, I brought a visitor,” Della answered back. “All the way from Ithaquack, the Goddess of the Moon herself: Selene!”

“Oh! Well, then. Hello,” Gyro greeted. “It’s certainly not every day that we have a Greek deity in the lab. Dr. Gyro Gearloose.”

“It’s an honor, ma’am,” Fenton piped up, bustling over to shake the goddess’ hand.

“Oh, please, just call me Selene. And you are?”

“Fenton. Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera,” greeted Fenton.

“Fenton works here full-time for Gyro,” Della explained. “Huey and his friend Boyd, who is Gyro’s son, also work as lab assistants in here.”

“Very nice.” Then Selene’s attention was taken elsewhere. “Is that a stone horse?” she asked Gyro, eyebrow raised.

“Oh, that’s Manny,” clarified Gyro. “He works here, too. He communicates by clopping his hooves. And Lil’ Bulb-“ he gestured to the small lightbulb robot on the desk “-communicates in Morse code.”

“.. - … / …- . .-. -.— / -. .. -.-. . / - —- / — . . - / -.— —- ..-,” greeted Lil’ Bulb.

“I don’t know Morse code,” admitted Selene. “What did he say?”

“He said that it’s very nice to meet you,” translated Gyro.

“Ah! Well, that’s very kind,” replied Selene.

“Hey, Della, did your uncle know Samuel Morse?” wondered Fenton.

“You’d probably think that,” chuckled Della. “But no, their lives only briefly overlapped. So, Doctor Gearloose, what are you working on?”

“If you must know,” Gyro shot back, “I am building a climatization ray.”

“A what?”

“It’s a ray designed to change the climate of the immediate environment it is in,” Gyro explained. “For obvious reasons, it works best indoors.”

“Well, Doctor, I’d certainly like to see how it works,” offered Selene.

“Very well then. A test,” Gyro announced. He set the dial to “Arctic”, braced himself, and fired. However, the beam caromed off the corner of a metal cart, and headed towards the wall.

“Oh, blatherskite,” Gyro responded flatly. With a shower of sparks and a quick whiff of ozone, the beam hit the lab’s thermostat.

“That…is not good,” Fenton reacted.

“Did you mean to do that?” Della questioned.

“No,” Gyro replied firmly. “This is what I would consider a near worst-case scenario.”

Suddenly, the temperature started plummeting, and icicles began to form on various objects around the lab.

“I’ll get our jackets!” Fenton exclaimed.

“Thank you, Dr. Intern,” Gyro responded.

“Hey, Selene, do you want mine?” Della offered.

“No, that’s fine,” Selene answered. “You obviously need it; it’s your jacket.”

“Well, okay then…” Della replied hesitantly. She did feel kinda bad about it, though. As she stood there, internally cursing Gyro, she noticed that Selene was shivering a bit.

Della was not the only one to pick up on this, though. Gyro noticed the goddess’ evident discomfort, too. From what he knew, Ithaquack’s climate was nothing like this.

He didn’t normally do something of this nature, but it seemed the logical thing to do.

“Pardon me, Selene.”

Selene turned towards the scientist. “Hm?”

“I’m going to go out on a limb and assume that you’ve never really dealt with weather of this nature before, unnatural as the situation may be.”

“No, not really,” Selene admitted. “Ithaquack isn’t very apt to get snow or ice. Even our winters are usually in the teens, temperature-wise.”

“That doesn’t sound that warm to me, Selene,” Della noted. “Not even seasonably warm.”

“She means on the Celsius scale,” corrected Gyro.

“Oh. Right,” Della replied.

“Anyway,” Gyro continued, removing his own jacket, “here…you can borrow my jacket.”

Selene was surprised by the gesture. “Are you sure about this?”

“Why not? You’re not as used to the cold; you could use it more. I can find another.”

“Well then,” Selene smiled. “Thank you very much, Dr. Gearloose; that’s rather nice of you.”

“Don’t mention it.” He turned to Della. “That goes for you too, Duck.”

Della feigned offense. “What? I wouldn’t tell a soul! Okay, fine.”

Selene looked a little confused by the banter between the pilot and the scientist. Gyro just headed to the back to find another coat.

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Late for the Meeting

Lore on my Project Sekai Magical Girl au Rp

Kanade knew she should have went to the bed last night instead of staying up late guarding the entrance.She’d been awake for two days straight, and her mind was going absolutely crazy from it and now the Foundation was calling all the Rings for a emergency meeting.

Kanade yawned, and rubbed at her face with one hand as she stepped out from the in-between. She closed her eyes tight, and when she opened them again she was in her room.

Her bedroom, which had become more of a sanctuary than anything else over the past three months. The walls and ceiling were lined with shelves filled with music , books, clothes, and even a few framed pictures, each one labeled carefully with words like “family” or “friends” and ‘home’. They looked so innocent, but they held so much truth, and sometimes Kanade just wanted nothing more than to grab a handful of those pictures and bury herself under them.

She looked the time and frowned. She should probably get dressed if she was going to be on time. It wouldn't hurt to eat something first before meeting, though. "Maybe...just a quick nap," she murmured.

There was no sense in stressing herself when she hadn't slept properly in days. It'd be best to try and get some rest while there was still time, since it would only be another half hour or so until the meeting started.

She stretched lazily, and turned towards the wall of windows overlooking space. There, among all of the other art that adorned the walls of the bedroom, was her most favorite painting ever. A picture of her mother, standing tall and proud next to his dad who wore a suit much too big for him, both of them smiling happily.

"Miku set time for 1 hour..." Kanade mumbled to her AI companion as she moved towards the windows. "That gives me enough time to get ready.

"Kanade moved to her bed, flopped onto her back and sighed into her pillow. She took a moment to gather her thoughts and then sat upright, pulling her legs under her body and stretching once more.

Her muscles ached in protest against the sudden action, but she ignored them with practiced ease. After all, she'd done this countless times before, after all.

"Just a quick nap...just a little...." she muttered again as she laid down and curled up. It wasn't long before her eyes slipped shut as well, and soon she was fast asleep.

Kanade felt shaking and the sound of someone calling her name.....

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The angstiest masterpost

angsty.

Angsty family/platonic dialogue

Angsty question prompts #1

Angsty question prompts #2

Angsty question prompts #3

Angsty/fighting dialogue

Concerned/angsty question prompts 

Angsty starters

Angst prompts

Angsty sentence starters #1

Angsty sentence starters #2

Angsty sentence starters #3

Angsty sentence starters #4

Leaving dialogue

Reunion dialogue reactions

Unwilling goodbye + love confession prompts

Trying to make them stay dialogue

Sacrificing dialogue

Sacrificing prompts

Amnesia prompts

Amnesia dialogue

Bad luck prompts

Lover being hurt prompts

Break-up dialogue #1

Break-up dialogue #2

Unwanted attention dialogue

Unrequited love dialogue

Drama starting points

Conflict for couples #1

Conflict for couples #2

Conflict for couples #3

Betrayal dialogue

Hiding from horror dialogue

Finding out the truth dialogue

"I'm sorry…" apology starters

Saying I'm sorry…

Apologizing for emotional neglect

Talking it out ideas

Keeping loved ones apart

Ending an argument

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@steddiemas Day 16: Angst-Themed (Saturday Sentence Starters)

wc: 1k | Rated: T | cw: Steve’s parents are arguing (he is overhearing it briefly but there are some descriptions of yelling), toxic family dynamics, unstable marriage, cheating

Tags: Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unstable Marriage, Toxic Family Dynamics, Cheating

“I don’t want to fight with you, Caroline,” Steve hears his father bellow from downstairs, “Not tonight.”

He snaps his comic closed and tosses it on the floor.

Steve has no idea what his parents are arguing about. Hell, they don’t even need an excuse these days, he thinks. Someone can so much as fart and it will start a goddamn screaming match.

He guesses he shouldn’t be surprised. It’s the holidays and his parents are both off work until the beginning of the New Year. It’s snowing heavy out so they can’t go down to the Martens’ house – their best friends-come-buffer zones.

“Oh, John!” his mother chides before there is a lower muffle that he can’t quite make out.

While being hard of hearing allows him not to hear anything below a shout, the broken argument is still frustrating.

His parents might not need an excuse to fight, but he’d still like to know what it’s about. Gain intel for the inevitable coming days of being stuck in the middle.

Steve has a few guesses as to what it could be.

His mother bought a new car with her Christmas bonus finally topping up her bank account and thus justifying an indulgent and expensive purchase. His father always hates that.

Steve smirks.

If his father didn’t like that kind of independence, why did he marry a high-paid lawyer?

But, the more likely scenario considering his father’s apparent insistence he ‘doesn’t want to fight’ is that he is cheating again.

Cindy, his secretary, or someone new – take your pick.

The telltale signs have been there for a month or two. A renewed cheery attitude, longer office hours, a fresh haircut and new clothes.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, it might be a little bit of a motivator behind his mother’s car purchase too – 

“ – Cindy!” his mother shrieks.

Yep, there it is.

Steve rolls off the bed, planting his feet on the carpet right by his shoes.

“Fuck this,” he mutters, scooping up his keys and wallet from the nightstand.

He’s just about halfway to Forest Hills, driving at a snail’s pace because he can’t see for snow, when he begins to regret his decision to leave the house.

Maybe he shouldn’t just barge in on the Munsons unannounced. Like sure, his friendship with Eddie is… teetering on not being entirely platonic. But this might be too much.

He always thought it was too much when he’d walk down to stay at Carol Perkins’ house for an impromptu sleepover. And there was always this awkward, knowing going on with the Wheeler’s when he was dating Nancy and spending a lot of time just hanging about.

Lingering for too long in the kitchen chatting to Karen or watching a game with Ted until the guy started snoring too loud to hear the commentators.

It was all there but largely unspoken.

Only Robin knows the details. And even then, he’s sure that her father’s friendliness towards him was partly due to his daughter telling him all about the trouble at the ‘ol Harrington house. He doesn’t blame his best friend for likely doing so. And he doesn’t consider it blabbing, either. Robin’s parents – her whole family – are amazing.

But some of his parent’s shit is stupid at best, hard to take at worst.

And he is scared to let Eddie in on it.

It’s too much.

He’s too much.

Being a Harrington is too much.

Wayne answers the door with a cup of cocoa that seems glued to his left hand in winter.

“Steve,” he says, voice gruff as ever despite a warm smile.

“Hi,” he replies, looking down at his snow-covered boots, “Eddie in?”

Of course, he’s in, his van is parked outside.

Steve can feel the warmth from inside the trailer. See the twinkle of lights from the Munson’s small, but heavily-decorated, Christmas tree. The smell of cocoa overpowering the ever-present hint of cigarettes.

“Eddie!” Wayne calls over his shoulder, “Steve’s here.”

In a flash, Eddie runs to the front door and practically bumps into his uncle.

“Come in!” he insists, wide-eyed as he looks past his shoulder at the falling snow.

And before Steve can even step in, Eddie is pulling him by his parka sleeve. He only just manages to scrape off his boots on the ‘Home Sweet Home’ adorned welcome mat.

“What some cocoa?” Eddie offers, eliciting a grumble from Wayne.

“I asked if you wanted some,” he chides.

“But Steve might want some,” Eddie grins.

“How about I heat up a pot now, and whoever wants some’s got it?” Wayne suggests, pursing his lips at Eddie and moving to the stove before his nephew can make any more requests.

“Follow me,” Eddie says, grabbing his hand, “I made cookies.”

He wiggles his brows and begins leading Steve to the kitchen.

As he is pulled along, Steve tries not to think about the fact that they are holding hands. Or how he wishes his fifteen-minute-ago Self had thought to bring an overnight bag and allowed himself to assume the Munsons would allow him to stay the night.

But it might be even harder to stop himself from squeezing his friend’s hand and lacing his fingers with Eddie’s.

Eddie lets go of his hand to gesture to the tray of Christmas-themed shapes, all looking a little too dark for gingerbread as they rest on the kitchen island.

“Pick one, Big Boy,” Eddie beams.

Steve reaches for a reindeer, flexing his fingers as he goes and commits the feeling of Eddie’s rings to memory.

“No!” Eddie shrieks, lightly smacking his hand enough that he drops it, leaving the cookie to snap in half as it falls back onto the tray, “His antlers are broken.”

“Christ, boy!” Wayne curses, stirring the pot on the stovetop.

Okay, a tree then…

“The star is missing!”

A bell?

“That was already snapped in half when I got them out of the oven”, Eddie admits with a tight-lipped smile.

Steve places his hands on his hips and rolls his eyes. To him, they all look at least a little crumbly – some he would even describe as lightly charred.

“How about you pick one for me then, Betty Crocker?” he chuckles.

Eddie giggles, twirling a lock of his hair as he carefully considers the tray of mostly broken, dry cookies.

He watches Eddie for a long enough time that Wayne pushes a mug into his hand, the warmth of Eddie’s hand remaining in place due to the heat of the cocoa. It’s a Chicago Cubs mug, one that he finds himself holding at some point each time he is here as if Wayne considers it Steve’s own.

He smiles for the first time in three days.

[justanotherrpmeme]

Anguished Declaration of Love starters

"I can't keep pretending anymore. I love you." "Please don't hate me after I say this, but… I'm in love with you." "I've been carrying this around for so long, but I can't stay silent anymore. I love you, and I'm sorry if that makes things weird." "I never thought I'd say this, but… I'm in love with you, and it's tearing me apart." "I've been trying to find the right words for weeks, but they all seem inadequate. I love you." "I know this might ruin everything, but I have to tell you… I've fallen for you, hard." "I'm terrified of what you'll say, but I can't keep this to myself any longer. I love you." "I'm not sure if you feel the same way, but… I need to tell you that I love you." "I wish I could go back to the way things were, but I can't deny how I feel. I love you, and I hate myself for it." "I've never been more scared in my life, but I can't hold it in any longer. I'm in love with you, and I don't care who knows." "I've tried to bury these feelings, but they keep resurfacing. I love you, and I'm sorry if that complicates things." "You deserve to know how I feel, even if it's painful. I love you, and I can't pretend otherwise." "I don't know if you'll ever forgive me for saying this, but… I love you." "I never wanted to burden you with this, but I can't keep it inside any longer. I love you, and I'm terrified of what that means." "I know we agreed to keep things platonic, but I can't ignore how I feel anymore. I love you, and I understand if you don't feel the same way." "I've spent so long convincing myself that I didn't feel this way, but it's impossible to deny now. I love you, and I'm sorry if that changes things between us." "I've been rehearsing this moment in my head for weeks, but now that it's here, I don't know what to say… except that I love you." "I don't expect you to feel the same way, but I need you to know that I'm in love with you."

[AVERT] The sender avoids eye contact, their gaze flickering nervously around the room as they struggle to find the right words. [TREMBLE] The sender's hands shake uncontrollably as they try to steady themselves, betraying the depth of their emotional turmoil. [STUMBLE] The sender's words falter mid-sentence, stumbling over their confession. [QUIVER] The sender's voice quivers with emotion as they bare their heart to the receiver. [SWALLOW] The sender visibly swallows, before finally mustering the courage to speak. [FLINCH] The sender flinches slightly as they anticipate the receiver's reaction, bracing themselves for possible rejection. [SWALLOW] The receiver visibly swallows nervously as they process the sender's words. [STARE] The sender stares intently at the receiver, searching their eyes for any hint of reciprocation or rejection. [FLUSH] The sender's cheeks flush with embarrassment as they lay bare their feelings. [STEP BACK] The sender takes a hesitant step back, as if preparing to retreat in the face of potential rejection.

[ghostmemesource]

👻୧‿︵‿︵ sweet nothings sentence starters

send in one of the prompts below for my muse’s response. it’s a mixture of platonic, shippy, and smutty. you may specify intentions if you’d like.

❝ you're the most beautiful thing in the world. ❞

❝ let me look at you. ❞

❝ don't hide from me. ❞

❝ tell me that i'm yours. ❞

❝ i want you to be all mine. ❞

❝ all i want is you. ❞

❝ i love you. ❞

❝ you deserve the world. ❞

❝ i'm nothing without you. ❞

❝ i'll do everything to keep you safe and warm. ❞

❝ i can't take my eyes off of you. ❞

❝ in every lifetime i'm yours. ❞

❝ they can try to hurt you but they'll have to get through me first. ❞

❝ i don't care about what you've done. i only care about you. ❞

❝ i don't want to see another day without telling you that i love you. ❞

❝ if i die tomorrow i hope it's in your arms. ❞

❝ i like being this close to you. ❞

❝ you make me feel safe with you. ❞

❝ do you feel the way you make my heart race? ❞

❝ all of my choices led me here to you. ❞

❝ you'll always be safe with me. ❞

❝ i love the way you laugh. ❞

❝ i always smile when i'm around you. ❞

[calliesmemes]

LOVE IN ITS MANY FORMS

SENTENCE STARTERS FROM VARIOUS SOURCES FOR PLATONIC DYNAMICS, ROMANTIC DYNAMICS, AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

“   If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.   ”

“   You are my fate. ”

“   I'm not whole without you. You are life itself to me ”

“   You mean so much to me that sometimes I don’t know how to handle it.   ”

“   Even before I was touched, I belonged to you.   ”

“   We are more than friends; we are family. ”

“   We’ll protect each other. ”

“   Blood makes you related. Loyalty makes you family. You’re my family. ”

“   I want so badly to protect you from the world because I know how bad it can be. ”

“   I promise I will find you in every universe.   ”

“   I’ve always wanted to live a fairytale, and you have written one for me. ”

“   When I fall in love, I fall to pieces.   ”

“   I love you. I’m not just here for the pretty parts — I’m here for you no matter what. ”

“   Something about you makes me feel alive. ”

“   You will never be unloved by me; you are too well tangled in my soul. ”

“   We’re in this together. ”

“   It’s you. It’s always been you. ”

“   I have loved you since we were children. ”

“   I don’t want to have the world’s attention. Yours is enough. ”

“   I broke my rules for you. ”

“   What I have with you, I don’t want with anyone else. ”

“   You have a place in my heart that no one else can claim. ”

“   I’ve been dreaming about you my entire life! ”

“   I’d choose you. Every single time. ”

“   You and me? It’s a forever kind of thing. ”

“   My soul will always find yours. ”

“   If only you knew just how completely and devoutly I worship you. ”

“   I love you with all the broken, blood-stained pieces of me. ”

“   I am your sword, your shield, and your lovesick protector. ”

“   For you, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do. ”

“   Your subconscious seeks me. ”

“   Sleep. I’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you. ”

“   I don’t think you understand the effect that you have on me. ”

“   You saved me in every way a person could be saved. ”

“   Come back. Come back to me. ”

“   You would not believe me if you knew how often you are in my heart and mind. ”

“   Everywhere I go leads me back to you. ”

“   You are so adorable when you’re angry. ”

“   No, I am not angry. I know your thoughts. Your heart is better than your head. ”

“   I condemn you. Yet my heart yearns for you. ”

“   Whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine are the same. ”

“   My heart is, and always will be, yours. ”

“   I’m obsessed. I’m addicted. I will gladly cross every single line if it means making you mine. ”

“   I am so proud of you. You’ve been so brave. ”

“   The love you have in you is the kind of love that will vigorously shake the world. It is also the kind love that heals all wounds and save souls. And I am tremendously in need of it. ”

“   If I know what love is, it is because of you. ”

“   I will look for you in every lifetime, until we finally stay. ”

“   You will find me when you return, even if you're a thousand years late. ”

“   When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me. ”

“   Having a soulmate is not always about love. You can find your soulmate in a friendship too. ”

“   I have loved you in every life, I think. ”

“   The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack - and then gently pour your love into that crack. ”

“   I still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesn't know when to stop giving. ”

“   You are dear to me. I don't want to let you go, and I won't give you up. ”

“   I'll tell every one in the world that you are the only one that matters. ”

“   The world was made so that we could find each other in it. ”

“   Friends are the family you choose. ”

“   You and only you, can make the rest of my life peaceful. ”

“   I don't want soft or subtle. I want rough, wild, heartache, I want sins, I want you. ”

“   I think I wished for you all my life. ”

“   How could I ever hate you, when all I know is you? ”

“   It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was. ”

“   You did something for me I couldn’t do for myself. You loved me for who I am. ”

“   I long for you. I really, utterly long for every bit of you. ”

“   You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line that I have ever read. ”

“   You are beyond all the worlds that I have ever known. ”

“   I will forget my name before I forget you. ”

“   No human being has ever stood so close to my soul as where you stand. ”

“   I always have such need to merely talk to you. ”

“   I waited for you my entire life, and you are worth every minute. ”

“   Family means that no one gets left behind or forgotten. ”

“   We both know that he means the world to you. Why are you afraid to tell him that?   ”

“   You can become homesick for people, too. ”

“   The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is to love and be loved in turn. ”

“   She’s my sister; she needs me. ”

“   Never sacrifice your family, your heart, or your dignity. ”

“   Whatever you do, you’re still my brother. ”

“   My identity rests solely and firmly on this: I am my mother’s daughter. ”

“   Family is supposed to be our safe place. ”

“   The warmest light is your body. ”

“   Forgive me for my love — for ruining you with my love. ”

“   "Family" isn't defined only by last names or by blood; it's defined by commitment and by love. ”

“   I beg of you — let us aside our differences, and see each other as our family. ”

“   You are my treasure, my pale gold, the heart of my heart. ”

“   It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives here. ”

“   I don’t care; I love you anyhow. ”

“   I shall do one thing in this life — one thing certain — this is, love you, and long for you, and keep wanting you till I die. ”

“   I think I missed you all my life until you finally showed up. ”

“   Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in things we do for each other every day. ”

“   You bring me peace that I haven’t found anywhere else. ”

“   Remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still. ”

“   This morning I’m ambitious, proud, energetic and very madly in love with you. ”

“   You give me joy that few men know. ”

“   I suppose that I am too enamored by you anyway. Every time I see you I get more so if it is possible. ”

“   I just want to relax in your arms. ”

“   I never stopped looking for you. I never gave up hope that you were alive. ”

“   I wish I could be as strong as you. ”

“   It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay. I promise. ”

“   The ones that love us never truly leave us. ”

“   The right people fight for you. ”

“   When we heal ourselves, we heal the next generation that follows. Pain is passed through the family line until someone is ready to feel it, heal it, and let it go. ”

“   Even if you fall or falter, I will be with you. ”

“   I’ll always want you more than anyone. You’ll always matter to me more than anyone. ”

“   Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. ”

“   Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are. ”

“   I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby. ”

“   I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. ”

“   You didn’t break me. You helped fix me. ”

“   It’s nice when someone remembers the smallest of details about you. ”

“   Ever since I met you I want you by my side. ”

“   There's no better feeling than to be here with you. ”

“   When we work together, we are unstoppable. ”

“   Whatever I need, I have when I'm with you. ”

“   I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. ”

[thepalerimitation]

Let Me See Some Hands:

Why SydCarmy is the most controversial dish served on the Bear

When the Bear came out, I didn’t watch it. The most I heard, it was a show about line cooks and it had the guy from Shameless. I wasn’t interested, I’m a self proclaimed cooking snob and wanted to see a tv show that had a little more flair in cooking.

But then it was 9 pm, and I was bored.

BAM!

I watched both seasons in a week.

I was obsessed, I was absorbed, and I was deeply and truly in love. The show captured everything gritty and everything beautiful with both hands and threw them into a pan to sear at high heat. It was sexy, it was hideous, and it was mind blowing.

Then the age old question.

What’s going on with those two?

Sydney Adamu, the raw ambition and talent to Carmy Berzatto’s genius and finesse. They’re well matched in the nonstop heat of the kitchen, with an easy dynamic that snags on their jagged edges like fabric on a nail.

In the first season, they’re awkward and magnetic, drifting together and falling apart, shattering and putting the pieces back together. By the second season, they’re starting to click. They dress the same, they finish each other’s sentences, and they argue like people who have known each other for twenty years.

So yes, I did pose that particularly debase question.

Can men and women be friends?

It’s a question that gets thrown in front of the runaway train. It’s the conversation-ender and argument-starter. It’s dynamite. It’s catnip.

The warning signs were there. Shots that focused for a beat too long on him looking at her, or her looking at him. Her embarrassingly admitting he made her favorite dish of all time. Their sign language communication. The season two conflict as a girlfriend was thrown in the mix with Sydney flatly saying “I need your focus, I can’t share, I’m sorry.” I’ll admit, I’ve made more out of less.

But what’s the counter argument?

Well, for one, the girlfriend. Claire (no last name), a nurse and childhood friend who approaches him at a grocery store. She asks for his number, he gives her a fake one. She finds his number anyways and calls him.

Yeah…

There’s some moral arguments. As coworkers, a romantic relationship would be inappropriate. As partners in the restaurants, a romantic relationship could fracture the Bear. Then there’s the purist argument. It’s a cooking show about found family! Let it be that. Romance doesn’t have to be in everything.

“Well gee, which do you think people are pro or anti SydCarmy?”

Well I can tell you why I’m pro.

To me, romance doesn’t demand satisfaction. There’s no need for boyfriend/girlfriend hand holding and playful arguments about doing the dishes. I’d like a kiss, but I’ll take a heated conversation in the walk-in and longing glance.

They’re young and crazy, and HR violations can shove it.

But I also think romance has killed some excellent plots.

Platonic representation is important, especially male-female relationships. I think a lot of platonic relationships are fetishized in media or misinterpreted to add intrigue or interest to audiences.

But can Syd and Carmy be friends?

The short answer?

Who Cares?

The long answer?

Whatever Storer’s design for the show, whether he moves forward in the unclear relationship between Syd and Carmy or buckles down on either platonic or romantic, he’s definitely won.

The show has buzz. It’s got attention and heat.

You hate the romance, so you watch it to prove it’s not there. You love the romance, so you watch it to prove it IS there. You’re curious because every news site talks about it, so you just have to watch it.

Even I’ll admit, I’ve rewatched it and stayed hooked to prove my little delusion. (And because it’s beautifully acted, but who cares about that).

So whether you’re pro or against, just remember:

There is no controversy that wasn’t first stirred up by a clever strategist.

[ogdoadfates]

Fanfic Prompts: Best friends

Just best friends being absolutely awesome, hilarious, and loyal to each other

Whispering a joke to them causing them to laugh loudly at a boring event or inappropriate time.

Helping the other pop their back

Letting the other ramble for hours about their favorite thing

Purposely causing chaos to get two other friends to stop fighting with the power of confusion.

Doing purposely bad impressions of a person who was mean to the other in order to cheer them up.

Telling a family member off for being mean to their best friend.

Reading the other a story after a rough day.

Taking the other to prom when they got lied too.

“If we’re to be lonely, we’ll be lonely together.”

Two best friends sending chaotic and absurd little videos and pictures of themselves/each other to the group chat.

“You know what? You’re it. You’re it. You’re my other half.” (platonic)

“I know you ask for bagels but they were out of bagels, so enjoy your freakin donut!”

Best friends at the bar with the rest of the group, too which the two start a impromptu drinking contest between the two of them. 

Making cosplay together

“If I’m robbing a store, you’re robbing it with me!”

Accidently making something explode together.

“If you’re a bad person, then so am I”

Telling off another friend for being rude to them.

Playfully slapping the other on the face

Being each others wingman

Getting mistaken as siblings and not noticing till someone else brings it up.

Saving the other from a house fire.

Egging a enemies house together.

“So you know that thing you told me not to do?”

Almost vomiting/being disgusted when ask if they are dating each other.

Getting kicked out of walmart.

Making the arcade regret their decisions

“No YOU can not call them a dipshit” “I earned that right”

Making a pizza box robot

“Why am I friends with you?”

Text/chat au @ 3am “So I need some help” “OMG WHAT DID YOU DO?”

“Why are you still awake”

“I need you to call me crying saying your boyfriend cheated on you, I don’t care that your gay just do it.”

Driving through and getting way too much fast food.

[giggly-squiggily]

Woke up in the middle of the night, and was like,' this is perfect!' Todoroki x reader. Sentence starters 'what was that?', 'What do you mean?',and 'not there!'. If you can't do all three it's fine. Hope you can do it. Luv you friend!😊

{Puffs are now CLOSED!}

Friend! :D Those midnight thoughts are always the ones that get us! I love it :3 Todoroki is a precious baby- especially when he gets tickled! I've gotcha covered, friend! (Luv you too!)

“Heeh!”

“What was that?” You sat up, brows raised at the soft sound your boyfriend made.

“What do you mean? I didn’t make any sounds.” Todoroki averted his gaze, a blush raising up his collar the longer you stared at him. “Come back down- it’s too cold without you.”

“Says Mr. IcyHot- no, you totally giggled!” You pressed your hands into his belly once more, feeling him twitch. “Are you ticklish?”

“...Maybe?” He finally caught your eye, blushing near scarlet at your growing grin. “(Y/N)...”

“I’ve gotcha now!” You cried in glee, drilling your fingers into his belly and watching him full body spasm. “Tickle tickle tickle, Shoto~”

“Gehahahhahaha! Ehehahaha! Nohohoohoho pleahhahase! (Y/N)-Aheahhahaha!” Todoroki was halfway lost in the sheets, hands grabbing at your wrists as he twisted and turned beneath you. “Nohohoho nhoohoht thehehehre!”

“Not here? Why, does it tickle that bad?” You teased, shoving your hands up his sweater to really get him. “Huh- one side of you is really warm while the other is cold! That’s so cool!”

“Nohohoho, it reahhahally ihiihsn’t-Ehehehehek dohohohon’t!” He squealed when you pinched along his ribs, nearly flying out of the bed. “Yoohohhour hahahands are coohohohld!”

“You can feel it even over here?” You pressed into the colder side of his body, laughing when he squeaked. “Wow! I’m learning so much about your quirk everyday!”

“Glahahhad to heahehahhar I’m soohohoho inteheehheresting! Nohoohow stahhahap tihihihickling mehehehehe!” He tapped out against your leg, making you finally stop. Gasping for air, Todoroki loosely brought his arms around himself, blinking away tears of mirth. “Geheha..hahaha..thahhank you.”

“Hehe, you’re welcome!” You leaned down, kissing his cheek before getting comfortable once more. “I’m gonna tickle you way more often now, you know that right?”

“Sure- say, since we’re talking about it.” He nudged you until you were looking in his eyes. “Are you ticklish?”

Your face grew hot, your smile freezing some. Todoroki smiled. “Is it too late to say I’m sorry?”

“Yes.” He gathered you up in his arms, tickling as he twisted. You squealed with laughter as your positions were reversed, unable to fight off his vengeful fingers.

So be it; you couldn’t deny how happy it made you.

[tokuvivor]

May I please request “alright, who am i beating up?” for Donald & LP?

You certainly may! Alright, let’s do it.

I give you…

Splitting Time

Originated from this post.

Donald couldn’t sleep.

It was unseasonably hot for this time of year. Heck, it was September; it was supposed to feel more like fall by this point!

He glanced at the clock. 4:30.

“Well,” he figured, “I went to bed fairly early last night. Might as well get up now. As they say, early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.” He chuckled, remembering the first time he ever tried to turn in early. It ended with his alarm clock (the old-fashioned kind) broken, his mattress destroyed, and Donald himself somehow ending up looking like a snake charmer.

He made himself some coffee, and then went outside to enjoy it. After a couple sips, he heard a loud noise coming from inside the mansion.

“What the heck was that?” he shouted. He out down his coffee, and picked up an oar, ready to attack whoever might be intruding in the mansion at this hour.

The noise got louder as he approached the mansion. “Alright, you son of a gun!” he shouted. “Come get a taste of my oar!”

Except it wasn’t an intruder. It turns out that Donald wasn’t the only one in the house that decided to get an early start.

“Launchpad?”

The pilot looked up from his cereal. “Oh. Hey, Mr. D.”

“What the heck are you doing up so early?” questioned the sailor.

“Night patrol with DW,” replied Launchpad. “Then gotta bring Mr. McD to a big meeting at the Bin later today.”

“Wow,” chuckled Donald. “Anyway, why don’t we take this outside? Everyone else is probably still asleep.”

“Sure,” Launchpad answered. “Do you want anything?”

Then Donald realized he had left his coffee on the houseboat. “Oh, phooey, I forgot my coffee,” he grumbled. “I’ll get myself some OJ, I guess.”

After Donald poured himself a glass of juice, he and Launchpad made their way out onto the patio, sitting on the edge of it.

“Not too bad, I guess,” commented Launchpad. “Certainly compared to in there.”

Donald nodded in agreement. There was at least a light breeze rolling by in the pitch black of the early morning.

There were several moments of silence. Then Launchpad spoke. “Hey, Mr. D?”

Donald turned towards Launchpad. “Mmm?”

“Am I a good pilot?”

Donald was shocked by the question. “I mean, you’re a bit unorthodox, but I would say yes, you are. Why?”

Launchpad sighed.

“Did anyone say that you weren’t? Alright, who am I beating up?”

“Whoa, whoa! Mr. D,” exclaimed Launchpad, holding his arm out in front of the smaller man. “No one has. It’s not like that. I guess it’s just that sometimes, I doubt myself.”

Donald looked at Launchpad curiously and intently. “And why do you doubt yourself?”

“I mean, look at me,” Launchpad commented. “I crash.”

“Well, yes,” Donald responded. “But you know how to do it right. I, along with the rest of the family, sorta expect it from you by this point.”

“Okay, okay, you’ve got a point there,” admitted Launchpad. “But beyond that, like, since your sister came back, we’ve kinda split duties on the Sunchaser. But she’s way better than me at this whole piloting thing. And I feel like Mr. McD prefers her to me. And ever since I started doing Darkwing and Pilot stuff in St. Canard, well, I haven’t been needed as much here, anyway. It feels like I’m looking over my shoulder.”

“Look, buddy,” began Donald, putting his hand on the pilot’s arm, “just because you have more responsibilities to attend to, it does not mean you’re any less important here. With Uncle Scrooge’s elevated push to find the Missing Mysteries, he needs all the help he can get. And as for whether he favors Della over you, that’s baloney. He appreciates both of you as his pilots. And Della is not perfect as a pilot, herself. She would likely be the first to tell you that. As long as you both get people where they’re going, as long as you get back up, dust yourselves off, that’s all that matters at the end of the day.”

Launchpad nodded.

“And hey,” continued Donald, “we understand that Drake and Gosalyn need you more now, too. You don’t have to keep rushing back and forth between Duckburg and St. Canard. You can absolutely find a way to be both Darkwing Duck’s sidekick and Scrooge McDuck’s pilot.”

Launchpad continued nodding, taking a gradual sip of juice. “What would that mean?” he wondered.

“Well, for one,” explained Donald, “you could try staying over at Drake’s apartment more often, instead of wearing yourself out getting back here. If you’re not in the best shape to get Uncle Scrooge to that meeting later today, Della could always do it. How about you sleep on it, and figure it out when you wake up?”

“Alright. I will,” Launchpad replied. “Thanks, Mr. D.”

“You’re welcome, Launchpad. Have a good sleep.”

The two put their dishes in the sink, and then Launchpad headed off to the garage to sleep off his patrol.

Donald headed back outside, returning to the houseboat to get back to his coffee. Sure, it was probably cold by now, but he didn’t care. It was worth it being able to help his friend out with his present situation.