#spike-gelato

[the-mascot-5]

my friend @momkai reminded me that I should probably post my ship kids and their headcanons, here they are!!

Starting with the 3 I’ve designed so far: Mera & Spirit, Spike-Gelato and Dragonfruit

Mera is the eldest daughter of Sumi and Miga at 8 years old. She loves being a little trouble maker and watching winter sports. She often gets into trouble due to her chaos. (Her name comes from the word “chimera”, which is what Sumi is described to be as he’s a mix and mash of different mythological creatures)

Meanwhile, Spirit is the younger brother of the two. He’s only 3 years old, but doesn’t really like to speak to many people. He’s more calm than his older sister. Despite having an orca tail, he can’t turn into one like his sister and his mother. (Spirit’s name comes from the species of bear he and Miga are based on, the spirit bear)

Dragonfruit is the robot 16 year old daughter of Millie and Someity. While the robot itself was designed by Someity, it was encoded by Millie. Dragonfruit enjoys programming and helping others with tech. Also Dragonfruit goes by any pronouns, but preferably she/her (they are named after the fruit, as Someity is based on a plant/tree)

Finally, we have Spike-Gelato (or Spike-Gelato Torino, don’t mind the last name I don’t do those anymore). Spike is the 15 year old and enjoys snowboarding and skateboarding. You can often find them out with friends (who I’ll design someday🫡). She’s referred to as Gelato by their parents, but is nicknamed “Spike” for their spikey-ice whiskers (the Gelato part of their name comes from the Italian word for ice cream)

ok buhbye

[zoe-oneesama]

I finished "Kira Kira Pre Cure A La Mode" like a month ago, and I have brain rot that makes a Miraculous Ladybug AU out of anything with an animal theme so here we go. I would label this more as a crossover tbh and even thought of my own rules to make it coexist in the Miraculous Ladybug Universe.

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To start, they break a few Miraculous Rules: the Miraculouses themselves have no resemblance to the animal they're imitating, and their powers are closer to their Pre Cure ones, which are baking/cooking based. And the reason I have for this is that these are technically not Miraculouses and technically not kwamis.

They aren't the "Miraculous of [x]" representing a concept, they're actually fairies who desire to be heroes. As such, they're actually at odds with Kwamis and there's a bit of a feud between them - the Kwamis have always worked alongside humans and see the Fairies as reckless and violating nature's laws, while the Fairies see the Kwamis as hording all the fun and not even trying to bridge the gap between them.

I imagine akumas would start showing up in Japan in Ichigozaka, bringing out the six PreCure Miraculouses, and they'd eventually follow them back to Paris to have a showdown with Hawkmoth AND the existing heroes. While the kwamis and fairies are having it out, the humans are meeting in the middle.

Ichika uses Whipp to become Crème Fouettée (Whipped Cream), a Bunny Hero with the ability "Batter Up", which captures the enemy in a giant cake. It has the side effect of being able to extract an akuma, but it can't purify it.

Himari uses Flann to become Swirl Caramel, a Squirrel Hero with modified clacker/rope darts as a weapon and the ability "Cherry Bomb", which is pretty self explanatory.

Aoi uses Aisuu to become Glace Bleue (Blue Ice), a Lion Hero with the ability "Gelato Shake", which encases her fist in a block of ice for even more painful punchs.

Yukari uses Cookie to become Kitty Macaron, a Cat Hero with a spiked yoyo and the ability "Cat Scratch" which inflates the size of the yoyo and increases their strength, making them able to scratch through anything.

Akira uses Chocco to Chien Rouge (Red Dog), a Dog Hero with the ability "Chocolate Armose" which creates a chocolate shield.

Ciel "uses" RinRin to become Blande Volante (Flying Bands), a Pegasus Hero with the ability "Kiracle Rainbow", which fully purifies the enemy and all of the damage caused during a fight. (If you know you know)

[bellysoupset]

Vince and Wendy going out on a dinner date and one of them ends up getting food poisoning

Hi anon! I removed the "out" part, because everyone ignores that Vin is the best cook out of my boys and I'm personally offended. Cook!Vince for the win.

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"Stop," Vince said in a measured manner, when he felt Wendy press a kiss between his shoulder blades and wrap her arms around his torso, "you're gonna make me spill, little miss."

Wendy's cheeks caught on fire as she heard the nickname and she pressed another kiss on his shoulder, tiptoeing as much as she could to kiss his cheek, "I can't help it, you cooking is sexy."

"Everything I do is sexy," Vince scoffed, bumping his hip with her tummy so she'd stop interfering in his plating of the lasagna, "move out of the way, Wendy."

She let go of him, moving to the opposite side of the kitchen and jumping so she could sit on the counter, reaching for the wine bottle Vince had been using to season the food. She took a sip, noticing he too had been occasionally sipping from it by the way his cheeks were rosy.

"Alright, baby, in the oven you go..." Vince whispered, crouching down to put the large glass tray in the oven and then shutting it gently. Wendy pressed her lips not to laugh.

"I'm jealous, you never call me baby."

He scoffed, moving closer and slotting himself right between her legs, "you're so not 'baby', honey," Vin chuckled, nibbling at her bottom lip and bumping her nose with his, "did you..." he pulled back, "did you have cherry today?"

"Uhm?" Wendy wrapped her legs around him, ankles locking around his ass and pulling Vince closer, "no, a raspberry cupcake earlier when I was out with Bella."

Vince made a small appreciative noise as he could still taste the berries in her mouth, going in for a kiss.

She was excited about him cooking. Wendy had heard the guys talk about Vin's cooking before and she had been told by his sister that he was good at it, but somehow she had never had the chance to actually prove it. Something always got in the way, so much so it was a running joke between them that his chef apron was cursed. Every time he had put it on, something else had happened and forced their attention.

Her stomach growled with hunger and Vin pulled back, all smug, "right on time for dinner."

He had outdone himself. Wendy's mouth watered as Vince served her a large piece of spinach lasagna, pressing a kiss to her temple, "enjoy."

For dessert, it was strawberry gelato and Wendy could've sworn she died and went to heaven, "so they weren't exaggerating about your cooking," she moaned, digging on the bottom of the serving dish, her third serving of dessert, while Vince chuckled, eating his fourth serving.

"Oh yeah?" He said, tipping her chair and causing Wendy to scramble and glare at him. She licked off her lips.

"You want praise? Yeah, this is the best food ever, I'm never cooking again. You can take over the kitchen forever," she sighed happily, setting the dish down and then groaning, pulling on the elastic of her skirt, "I may have had a plate too many."

"No such thing," Vince rolled his eyes, pulling her chair closer with his foot and the movement caused a little burp to slip past her lips. Wendy's whole face turned red as she pressed her fist to her mouth and mumbled "excuse me."

Despite her kink, or maybe because of it, she was hyper aware of every little noise her body made. Tummy growls that she found the hottest thing when they came from Vince, made spikes of embarrassment run down her spine when they came from her. Little burps that turned her on when they were her boyfriend's, made her cringe and want to run when they were hers.

"You're in your head, doll," Vince said, getting up from his chair and kissing the top of her head, "you ate a little too much, so what."

"It's gross," Wendy pouted, extremely self conscious of how her stomach was pressing against her skirt and how she wanted to change in her pajamas, how her body would look. She wanted to be hot and cute and... Attractive. This didn't feel attractive.

"Nothing about you is gross," Vince said, returning to the dining area and starting to load the dishes in the dishwasher. Wendy frowned, getting up and biting down another burp. Her stomach gurgled and she fought the urge to touch it, walking to the kitchen and leaning against the doorway, grimacing as the wall pressed on her upset belly.

"It's not exactly dainty," she said and Vince frowned, as if the thought hadn't ever occurred him.

"Dainty?"

"Yeah, cute. Girly," Wendy grimaced, another burp gurgling up her throat and being swallowed back down, causing her stomach to bubble uncomfortably.

He raised his eyebrows, "eating isn't girly?" Vince closed the dishwasher with his hip, twisting the dishcloth in his hand.

"Being a slob isn't," Wendy scoffed, "cute girls don't overdo it and get upset bellyaches and all burpy and bloated and-"

"Honey," Vince chuckled, "you're the sweetest looking thing I've ever seen and you burp. Big deal," he rolled his eyes, "how come stomachaches are only hot when I'm the one suffering?"

"Because you are hot," Wendy wrinkled her nose as he used the dishcloth as a lasso and looped it around her back, pulling her closer, "but I'm-"

"Shut it," Vince scoffed, cupping her face and stopping Wendy's hurtful following words, "don't you dare say that about my girlfriend."

She let out an unhappy noise, mouth snapped shut by his hand cupping her chin, "it's not pretty-" Wendy mumbled and Vince glared at her.

"You're not a barbie doll, Wen. I don't want you to be one," he pressed a kiss on her mouth, muffling the next words, "stop with this nonsense, honey."

Wendy let out a frustrated sigh, but she nodded, knowing there was no hope for him to change her mind with just a couple of words or for her to change his. Vince wrapped his arms around her, steering them back to her bedroom and she unhappily changed into her pajamas, purposefully picking to pair one of his shirts with her little shorts, since it easily dwarfed her and didn't stick to her belly.

If Vince noticed, he said nothing. She sat down on the bed, muffling a string of wet belches as she heard him move around in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, taking a leak and tying up his hair in a little bun. He had the worst habit of stealing her scrunchies, at this point she was sure he had more scrunchies in his dorm than she did in her apartment.

"No skincare tonight?" Vince asked, throwing himself on the bed with a satisfied groan and kicking off the blankets. Wendy grimaced as a cramp squeezed her belly.

"No, I can make up for it in the morning," she groaned, getting up and going to brush her teeth. As she was doing so, the toothbrush triggered her gag reflex and suddenly all the food rushed up, causing her to brace against the sink, squeezing it as she tried to gulp down the awful burning in her throat.

She vaguely heard Vince say something, as she washed her mouth and face, now with sweat prickling her upper lip. The urge to gag lessened, but the nausea stayed, sitting heavy in her belly.

"What did you say?" Wendy mumbled, coming back to the room and turning off the lights on her way in, so he couldn't get a good look of her face.

"I asked if you want to continue Outlander," Vince hadn't gotten the memo she didn't feel like being touched, because he reached in the dark, illuminated solely by the red Netflix logo on her TV screen, and grabbed her thighs, pulling her to lie on top of him.

"You hate Outlander," Wendy said, hiding her face against his chest and cringing when the position put even more pressure on her stomach. She hoped he couldn't feel her belly gurgling something awful through the two layers of fabric.

"Well yeah, it's historical hot garbage," Vin scoffed, twirling one piece of her hair in his fingers, "but you like the little ginger fella."

"There's nothing little about Jamie," Wendy chuckled, but shook her head, exhaustion hitting her, "I think I just wanna sleep this tummy ache off."

"Do you want me to rub your stomach?"

It was an offer she should have predicted, seeing as she did that to him every time he had even a minor bellyache, but she hadn't. Both desire and mortification flooded her. The idea of a belly rub when it was feeling this upset was hot in theory, but the mortification of Vin being so aware of how gross and bloated her belly felt overrode her kink.

"No, don't touch it," Wendy said and he hummed in agreement, wrapping both arms around her and settling for rubbing her back until he lulled her into an unease sleep.

She tossed on the bed as soon as she was asleep, freeing herself from his grasp and curling on her side. Vince was still awake, watching Modern Family on a very low volume. He could vaguely hear Wendy wasn't feeling well, from the little whines coming from her tummy, but she was asleep, so he didn't think of waking her up.

He should've thought of it.

Vince was chuckling at Gloria's remark on the TV when suddenly Wendy lurched up. In her sleepy daze and nausea, she couldn't make out which way was where, so she turned to him. He heard a soft, delicate belch and then suddenly a flood of liquid covered the blankets.

"Dio-Jesus fucking christ, Wendy!" He jumped out of the bed, not angry but surprised, it took a second before concern had him circling the mattress and sitting behind her. There was no salvation for the blankets, not after that massive heave and so all he could do was hold the hair away from her mouth and rub her back, "oh honey, you really overdid it..."

She hiccupped, then let out a sob and Vince frowned, turning on the bedside table lamp since the tv light was hardly enough. It was a gruesome sight. All beige and sticky, the bits of spinach hadn't digested at all. He couldn't help but gag softly against his hand, quickly pushing the queasiness away as he heard yet another pitiful sob.

"I'm so sorry," Wendy whimpered, "I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean-"

"Shhh, I know you didn't mean to puke on my lap," he teased lightly, rubbing her back with a little more force and causing her to gag again, another mouthful of vomit joining the mess, "get it up, honey, you'll feel better..."

Wendy gagged, harshly and then attempted to wrap her arms around her stomach, something he quickly stopped her from doing since she had covered the front of her top with puke, "hurts Vince..."

"Take a deep breath, amore, your tummy should settle now it got the excess off," he patted her back, "it was just too full..."

"No," Wendy shook her head, "I'm still feeling really sick."

He frowned, but said nothing as she gagged again and even more puke joined the mess. It was frankly impressive the amount she could fit inside of her.

She let out a whimper and he bunched up all the hair in one hand, reaching in to wipe her tears, "shhh, you're alright, honey..."

"This is such a mess," Wendy hiccupped, "and my stomach is still hurting..."

"Are you done for now? Can we move to the bathroom?" Vince couldn't believe there was anything left for her to bring up after those massive gushes, but Wendy looked unsure.

"Help me," she said in a tiny voice and he held her arms, carefully removing her from under the ruined duvet and helping her hurriedly walk to the suite's bathroom. Wendy groaned as she caught a glimpse of her ruined pajama shirt, "that's so gross- I'm so gross-"

"I'm gonna get you a new top, honey," Vince promised, lowering her in front of the toilet, "hold on a second."

He rushed back in the room, grabbing a new pj top for her and folding the ruined blanket, running to stuff it in the washing machine.

"Here," Vince ran back to the bathroom, then cringed as he found Wendy draped over the toilet, the bowl already dirty with vomit, "arms up, doll-" he instructed, carefully peeling off the messy shirt. Wendy let out another humiliated groan, eyes tearing up all over again.

"I don't think the food was right," she mumbled, looking beyond nauseated as Vince manhandled her arms in the correct arm holes. He frowned, feeling a little offended.

"...I- But I ate more than you did and I feel fine..." Vince pouted and Wendy let out a little hiccup, turning back to the bowl and spitting the excess saliva.

"Not yours..." her voice was thick with the nausea, "the lunch-" more vomit rushed up and Vince had to scramble to hold her forehead, so she wouldn't hit it against the toilet seat with the force of her heaves. He felt an odd sense of relief that it wasn't his food making her sick.

"Oh no," Vince sighed, grabbing a handful of toilet paper and wiping her mouth when it seemed she was done for the time being. He pressed the back of his hand to her cheeks and forehead, but indeed she was cool to the touch, "you and Bell had the same thing?"

"Yeah..." Wendy leaned heavily on his touch, wincing, "I need... Fuck, I need some privacy," she pushed his arm and Vince raised his eyebrows in confusion, only to be answered by her tummy growling loudly. He flinched in sympathy, having been in that position too many times to count.

"Take your time, I'm gonna go out to call Lucas, make sure Bells is fine," Vince said, reassuring her he'd be nowhere near to hear any noise, knowing his girlfriend would definitely feel better that way, "shout if you need me."

"Uhummm," was all Wendy replied, squeezing her eyes shut as a cramp hit her.

It worried him to leave her alone, but true to his word he did get out of the bedroom, opening the windows to get rid of the smell of vomit and walking to the laundry room, phone pressed between his cheek and ear.

It rang only twice before Lucas picked it up, despite the fact it was late at a night. A bad sign in itself.

"Hey," Lucas said, voice alert, "I'm guessing you're calling because of Wen?"

"Bella also got it, then," Vince sighed, "how is she?"

"Bella, you wanna answer Vince how you're feeling?" Luke's playful voice travelled through the phone and then a loud whine, causing Vince to let out a snort.

"That great, uh?"

"Amazing," Lucas scoffed, "but I think it's just food poisoning, she's already holding down liquid. I'm not worried... How's Wendy?"

"Sick as hell," Vince cringed, turning on the washing machine and leaning against it, "I'm a little worried, she's tiny..."

"She'll be fine, it's just food poisoning, Vin," Lucas reassured him, voice getting deep as he yawned mid sentence, "look, give her sometime, if she's still sick in the morning then call up Jonah."

Vince bit the inside of his cheek, nodding before he realized his friend couldn't see him, "yeah alright. Tell Bells I hope she feels better soon..."

"I will," Lucas yawned again and then hung up with a sleepy "bye", Bella echoing him in the background.

Vince walked back inside the common area of the apartment, walking back to the bedroom. The bathroom door was still shut, so he knocked, "Wendy? Are you okay?"

"Yes, go away!" she exclaimed immediately and he pulled back from the door, frowning.

"Do you need anything?"

"For you to go away!"

"Ah, okay..." he pouted, "I'll be in the living room."

True to his word, he walked out once again, but couldn't bring himself to sit in the living room when she was this sick. Instead he sat down in the hallway, battling sleep and mentally counting. If she wasn't out soon, he'd go and knock again.

Ten minutes passed with no noise, no nothing and Vince inched closer to the door, poking his head back inside the room, "Wendy, I'm worried-"

"I'm fine!" she exclaimed again, although he was pretty sure she was crying. Vince's heart squeezed.

"Honey, please let..."

Finally the door opened and Wendy stumbled out. Her face was waxy pale and she had pulled her hair back with the pink wool headband she used when doing her skincare. It looked comically out of place.

Vince rushed up crossing the room in two steps and reaching to hold her, a good thing he did because it looked like she could barely stand.

"It hurts, Vin..." Wendy choked up, allowing him to pull her to the bed. Vince let out a whimper of his own in sympathy, helping her get comfortable.

"I need you to drink some water, Wen," he said, sitting next to her and planting a hand on her back as Wendy curled up around him as if he was a teddy bear.

"No," she groaned, "it's just gonna come back up... Or worse."

"Maybe, but you still have to drink," he reached to grab his own water bottle and held it to her mouth, "just one sip," Vince bargained when she wrinkled her nose and tried to pull back.

With some ushering he managed to get her to drink a full gulp, Wendy immediately curling up even more and muffling a sick belch against the pillow.

"I don't want you to see me like this," she moaned, face buried in the soft pillow case and Vince rolled his eyes.

"You're delirious," he joked, leaning in to press a kiss on her forehead, "move, let me rub your belly."

"I'm not feverish," Wendy scoffed and refused to move, her pale and clammy cheeks gaining a pink flush at his offer, "don't touc-"

She never finished that sentence, because Vince scooped her up easily, sliding under her and lifting up the pajamas top so he could plant his hand against her turbulent tummy.

"Excuse me?" Wendy scoffed, but all annoyance melted on her face as she pressed her head to his lap and Vince gently started to knead her belly, "god, this feels horrible..."

"Luke said Bella is already keeping down liquid, you'll be out of the woods soon," Vince said, frowning as he could feel all the angry bubbles under his hand. Wendy had a soft, squishy tummy most days, but now it was bloated so much that it felt hard to the touch, "you should sue."

"I should," Wendy planted a hand to her mouth, muffling a sick belch and mumbling "excuse me."

He patted her ass with a frustrated groan, "there's no point in the belly rub if you don't let the gas out, Wendy," he moved his hand back to where it was, "I'm never grossed out by you, I love you."

She sighed, turning so she could press her face to his stomach instead of being facing away, "I know, it's just... It's just hard... I don't want to be disgusting, I want to be beautiful and I don't think... I don't like you seeing me like this."

Vince slid down the bed a little, running his free hand through her hair, "you are beautiful, Wen. I'm serious, you're gorgeous... Being sick doesn't change that."

She let out a groan, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye and Vince frowned, he knew this was an emotional talk, but it was clearly harder for her to say this out loud than he was taking into account.

"I'm scared that you'll find me repulsive and not want to be with me anymore," Wendy mumbled, as if the words physically hurt her to say and Vince's heart broke in a million pieces.

"I don't like the guy I am in your head," he chastised, cupping her face, and she widened her eyes, scrambling to interrupt him, but Vince pressed a finger over her lips, "I love you. Do you understand that? It means so much more than how you look, honey."

She seemed ready to cry, so she ducked her head, pressing her cheek to his chest, "I love you too," Wendy said in a little voice and Vince sighed, kissing the top of her head, not feeling one bit reassured. He wondered who had convinced her she'd be unlovable if she was ugly.

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

Pride Parade

Gabriel isn't one to attend big events, but with Nohealani by his side, things seem a lot easier.

Pua belongs to: @ha-ule-nalu

taglist: @cerasus--flores

“I don’t really go to these sorts of things.”

Gabriel admitted as he held his girlfriend’s hand tightly, he’d hide behind her if it weren’t for the fact she was much shorter than him. The woman laughed, orange eyes lighting up with joy. 

“You act like we’re going to war or something!”

The man sputtered, violet eyes widening behind his glasses. “N-No!” He quickly cleared his voice. He went to scratch his cheek with his free hand, a nervous habit of his. But he stopped quickly upon remembering the painted flowers on his cheek. He didn’t want to mess up Nohealani’s work.

“Come on!” She tugged his hand, moving forward quickly. “Achlys said he’d meet up with us near the ice cream booth.” Somehow, that didn’t surprise the quiet librarian. He didn’t have the heart to tell the older man there probably wasn’t any gelato at that booth though.

“Do you know if my brother is coming? He didn’t get back to me.” Gabriel followed her though, long legs easily able to keep up with her hurried pace. The woman made a face without looking at him, but he could see the side of her expression, a soft chuckle escaping him.

“Achlys didn’t say.”

Gabriel shrugged, oh well. 

“Do you think we look too hetero to be here? I always worry about that.”

Noheleani stopped in her tracks, letting go of his hand to turn and look him up and down. Gabriel blinked, head tilting to the side, brown bangs falling over his glasses as he looked back at her.

“You’re wearing a turtleneck.”

He tugged at his turtleneck, looking down at it. He liked his turtlenecks..

“Is it really-”

“Turtlenecks are gay, baby. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this.”

Gabriel brought his turtleneck up, unfolding it so it covered part of his face. His pale cheeks were dusted a dark red, almost immediately flustered. “It’s okay, you look good in them!” She reached up, pulling his turtleneck back down and folding it once like he liked. 

Her eyes glanced at the ducky earrings he was wearing as well. Those certainly added to his image, but she was sure he knew that bit. Gabriel pouted at her, and from how close she was, she could see his blush spreading down his neck.

“Come on! I want to check out the booths before everything sells out.” She stepped away from him, turning back towards the path. But Gabriel was quick to slip his hand back into hers, fingers interlacing once more.

Nohealani doubted anybody would say anything at a pride event of all places, but she was more than ready if they did say anything. The spikes on her boots would do wonders if they did. Now she kind of wanted somebody to say something. Then she could bea-

“Nohealani, Gabriel.”

“Achlys!”

“They didn’t have gelato..”

The man’s form solidified in front of the two, his disappointment clear even with the mask and bandage hiding a substantial portion of his face. “But I found these trinkets.” He held up his hand and then opened it, two keychains hung from his fingers.

Once was a golden retriever painted in the demisexual flag colours and the other was a bunny painted in pansexual colours. Nohealani beamed when she saw them, taking the bunny from him to inspect it closer. “For you.” Achlys handed the dog one over to Gabriel.

Gabriel let go of Nohealani’s hand for only a moment, quickly attaching the trinket to one of his belt chains. Or rather, one of the chains he’d borrowed from her closet. “Thank you.” Gabriel smiled, turning his head to watch Noheleani affix it to her own outfit.

“Find one for yourself?”

Achlys nodded, hair bouncing slightly as he pulled a third trinket from his pocket.

She immediately looked away to try and hide her laugh.

A turtle painted with the bisexual flag colours.

“That’s cute, Lys!” 

“Don’t tease! I like turtles.”

Gabriel couldn’t help his soft snicker, partially hiding in his turtleneck again. 

“Ugh you two-”

Achlys had to give them credit, they were perfect for each other. Even if it was to tease him over his choice of funky trinkets.

[theoriginalmarke]

THROUGH THICK AND THIN THURSDAY

More kudos to yesterday’s phlebotomist who wasn’t just poking people but playing receptionist too. She even managed to get out my test results late in the day, usually I don’t get them for a day or two.

Everything was good except my hemoglobins and glucose levels inched up. With my diet I’m surprised. I had a Nutrigrain bar the night before, maybe that was late enough to throw things off. 

Earlier in the week I had to try Trader Joe’s Celebration Cake Gelato, maybe that was enough to spike my blood. It was a week moment, but I couldn’t resist. By the way, it’s delicious. Cake and ice cream. Yum.

I’m not normally a sweet tooth guy. I prefer savory. But once in a while something catches my eye and I gotta try it. Not saying I won’t eat sweets. If there were Reeses Cups in the house I’d eat every single one of them. 

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a Thursday to do.

I love you, baby. You’re the only sweet I crave. MWAH!

Y’all have a great day, and come down to the Elks and play some bingo tonight.

[rickchung]

Monzo Burger x Vancouver House x Granville Street.

"Almost Tiramisu" milkshake paninaro (16-oz.) with soft-serve gelato, whole milk, and spiked with Twist, Kahlua, and Baileys Irish Cream.

Chicken strips with chili aioli sauce and onion rings.

Bacon double cheeseburger with diced onions, sour pickles, and American cheese.

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you know I gotta do it babes: #69 for HellCheer

50 years later I've finally finished this!! the ending probably sucks I'm sorry slfjeslf

Out there Strolling by the Seine Taste a morning out there Like ordinary men Out There from The Hunchback of Notre Dame soundtrack

Chrissy takes aim, biting the tip of her tongue in concentration. If she waits for just the right moment, the river boat will pass into frame after it comes out from under the bridge.

She snaps the photo with a press of a finger against her phone screen, and she's satisfied enough with the end result. It's nowhere near Jonathan quality, but she's not Jonathan, and she doesn't have one of his giant fancy cameras.

She taps away at her phone as she descends the sloping road down to the river side, preparing a text alongside the photo to send off to their friends in Hawkins. She can just imagine what Nancy is going to say - something like, "Ugh, I hate you". Jonathan's going to ask about the art and Steve and Marshall are probably going to ask about the food, and that wasn't even taking into account the girls from cheer she'd stayed in touch with…

"Babe, over here!"

Chrissy looks up from her phone at the familiar voice. Even if Eddie hadn't been waving at her from a nearby picnic table, he'd still be impossible to miss. She'll never understand how he manages to wear all black in the summer heat. But the ice cream he's got in front of him probably helps.

"Oooh, why're you smiling at your phone, huh?" he asks as she sits beside him. He leans in close, his hair brushing against her cheek as he makes a show of looking at her screen. "You gotta cute boy in there? Do ya, do ya?"

"No," Chrissy giggles, and grabs him underneath the chin, squishing his cheeks inward. "Unfortunately he escaped the other day. Say cheese!"

She holds her phone out, taps the button to turn the camera screen-facing and snaps a picture of them both, Eddie blowing a raspberry from his puckered up fish lips.

"I got you some, too," Eddie says as she prepares to send the second picture off. He slides the second paper cup of ice cream towards her. "And if you don't feel like having it I guess I'll just have to," he heaves a dramatic sigh, "eat it myself."

"Mine." Chrissy snatches up the cup and the little plastic spoon that goes with it. Blueberry, and it looks like it came straight out of the page of a magazine. She could dive right in but something gives her pause.

For a second, she just watches as Eddie eats his ice cream, the dusky sunlight glinting off the silver spikes and studs of his leather bracelets. He catches her out of the corner of his eye and smiles. "What? Having second thoughts?" he asks.

"Not for a second," she says automatically. "I just…" She rolls the words around in her head, wondering if she should say them, then remembers it's Eddie she's talking to. He's heard everything she's had to say about it and more. "I haven't had trouble eating for a long time now. But you still ask."

Eddie's smile turns almost shy as he glances away, pretending to watch another boat making its way under the nearby bridge. "Well, yeah. I mean, you never know when you might have a bad day, right? Maybe you're not having an ice cream day. Maybe you're having something more like a… sorbet day. Or a gelato day."

"Isn't gelato basically the same thing as ice cream?"

"Hell if I can remember the difference. Maybe it's made differently? I don't know," Eddie says, and just watches as she laughs. "But it just takes two seconds to ask."

"Still." Chrissy leans in against him, kissing his lips still cold from his first bite of the ice cream. "I appreciate it."

"Hey, any time," Eddie mumbles, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Chrissy's phone vibrates in her hand and she glances at the screen. Word for word, she had predicted Nancy's message. "Called it."

[unikittybigbrightworldau]

Location "Wiki Pages": Ice Cream Land

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Debut: Broken and Frozen

Location Influences: Castle of the Crystal (The Dark Crystal) (for the Ice Cream Bowl Palace)

Ruler(s): Dairycone (king), Snowcorn (queen), Crystalline† (former crown princess), Germafrost (crown prince), Neapolitan (prince)

Inhabitants: Germafrost, Piano, Sgt. Wolf, Neapolitan, Floela, Crystalline, Bananilla, Marshscotch, Olivia, Mintfoot, ice unicorns, ice creams, snow cones, popsicles, living desserts and confections

Sublocations: Ice Cream Bowl Palace, Gelato Village, Sorbet Fields, Milkshake Lake, Mt. Dairy

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Ice Cream Land is a location in Unikitty: Big Bright World. It is currently ruled by King Dairycone and Queen Snowcorn. As the name suggests, it's a land filled with sweets, primarily frozen desserts.

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Geography: Ice Cream Land is located across the sea and in the far north. It's situated in a frigid tundra next to a range of mountains.

The many hills and slopes there are gigantic ice cream scoops. They're even topped with things such as chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and giant sprinkles. Milk flows through streams, rivers and brooks throughout the kingdom. In one area, there are ice floes floating on a lake of milk. Sorbet Fields is a warmer area of Ice Cream Land; even though there's lots of shaved ice, it's the kingdom's grassiest area. Even though trees don't often grow, grass and flowers can be found around Ice Cream Land, such as crocuses.

Architecture: Buildings in Ice Cream Land are typically made of snow, ice, or a type of dessert. The Ice Cream Bowl Palace, which the royal family and others live in, is a humongous ice cream sundae. The same is true for its streets and roads, being paved with sweets such as ganaches. Bridges appear to be made of ice cream sandwiches, like the Ice Cream Bowl Palace's drawbridge. Beams are also popularly used in Ice Cream Land's construction. In Gelato Village, most of the buildings are timber-framed houses. Other places, like Judge Fudge's courthouse, are built with pillars. Wafers and cookies are considered to be durable materials because most other ones are softer, so they are also used for building.

Clothing: Because of the cold climate, Gelatarians wear their clothes in layers. Even the living frozen desserts do it so that they won't stiffen up and be unable to move. It's shown that the animals in the kingdom don't need to wear clothes because their fur keeps them warm. Clothes are often made with wafer batter or cookie batter to ensure durability.

At funerals, Gelatarians wear long coats that extend to the floor to symbolize melting. They generally associate death with melting.

Gelatarian wedding attire is very layered and tends to cover the entire body.

Currency: Ice Cream Land uses flakes as its form of currency. Flakes come in the form of squarish copper-like coins and oval-shaped bills. When someone puts corn flakes on their desserts as a topping, Gelatarians call it a loan from the bank.

Defense: The kingdom is served by the Ice Cream Bowl Palace Guard. Their armor is made mostly of wafers, cookies and solid ice, and the blades on their swords are waffle cones or ice spikes. Some sporting clothes take influence from their armor.

Education: Children in Ice Cream Land go to primary school and then secondary school (or a Parlor, as it's called here). Younger kids in Ice Cream Land might go to preschools beforehand. There are also universities, but they call it going to a university and not going to college.

Culture: Gelatarian is the demonym for Ice Cream Land, in reference to gelato. People from Ice Cream Land can be called Gelatarians or Ice Cream Landers. However, Gelatarian is what should be said when referring to things related to Ice Cream Land.

The citizens are known for being calm and quiet, and so is the kingdom itself. They don't like a lot of noise and aren't known to shout or yell.

Most citizens in Ice Cream Land are named after what flavor they are, or what kind of sweet they are. The citizens who aren’t living desserts aren't usually named after their species.

Much of Ice Cream Land's terminology comes from toppings, snacks, or other sweets. As examples, soccer is called chip-ball, and french fries are called sticks (like pretzel sticks). Their secondary schools are called Parlors, in reference to ice cream parlors.

In the spring, Ice Cream Land celebrates a holiday called Berenstia. It falls on the hottest day of the year, which is in the spring for Ice Cream Land, and observes the time when the weather warms up. It is celebrated by hanging up flower garlands, wearing berries on your clothes, eating fruit-flavored desserts, and dancing around with berry branches and ribbons.

Ice Cream Landers celebrate the New Year around the same time as the Unikingdom. They observe the New Year by exchanging presents, which symbolizes filling someone’s bowl with treats for the coming year.

In the winter, there’s a patriotic holiday called Three Flavors Day. The people dress in the colors of chocolate, vanilla and strawberry ice cream, and the bands of the Ice Cream Bowl Palace Guard perform on the roads.

Ice Cream Land's idea of being wealthy stems from your amount of sophistication. Money also comes to mind, but when the idea of being rich is brought up, they mainly think about being fancy and owning luxurious items.

Instead of a stork, Ice Cream Landers believe that a legendary moose delivers the pieces to build children with. 

Birthday celebrations in Ice Cream Land tend to be small and quiet. A common birthday tradition is putting spoons in a bowl to eat sweets with, one spoon representing each year of the birthday person’s life.

People propose to their fiancés in Ice Cream Land by delivering a pair of white satin mittens to their doorstep, in a similar fashion to deliveries.

Before a wedding ceremony, there’s often a Shiver Night, where the marrying people express their pre-wedding jitters to their families. Ice Cream Land is noted for holding weddings in its courtrooms. The marrying people walk down the aisle together rather than separately with their parents. Like birthdays, weddings also tend to be calmer. 

When someone dies in Ice Cream Land, their pieces are usually melted in a similar way to cremation, though all of the royals are buried. Their remains are also winterized so they won’t solidify or freeze, and their resting pieces are always being heated. The entire funeral happens beside their resting place. Mourners eat bitter meals for as long as they’re in mourning, and they eat them together off the same plate. Instead of honoring their deceased with flowers, they place a puppet version of them on their tomb/gravestone.

Puppetry is Ice Cream Land's most popular performing art. Students may take puppetry classes in school, and even major in puppetry at universities. The Ice Cream Bowl Palace Guard has their own bands.

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Trivia:

The way the Ice Cream Bowl Palace is structured is influenced by the Castle of the Crystal from The Dark Crystal.

Ice Cream Land is working to send their citizens into space and have launched some test rockets before. They've discovered the technique of freeze-drying, too.

Ice Cream Land is isolated from the rest of the world, and its inhabitants don’t know about any of the other lands. This begins to change when Germafrost goes to the Unikingdom in Broken and Frozen, and when Sgt. Wolf and her brigade are hired to work in Ice Cream Land.

In earlier versions of Broken and Frozen, Ice Cream Land became a desolate and barely inhabitable wasteland after Germafrost left. Neapolitan cared for it as best he could because Germafrost froze their parents.

It was also going to have a “Pit of Deep Freezes” that people were sacrificed in.

Once Germafrost redeemed himself, he was going to relocate Ice Cream Land to where it would be neighbors with the Unikingdom.

This was all changed because Jezabat wanted Germafrost to have never been a villain, and she wanted Ice Cream Land to exist where it was.

It was also originally going to have a forested area before Jezabat decided to make it a dessert tundra.

Kira and the fairies’ tree were going to be in Ice Cream Land, but Jezabat thought it would make more sense if they were from Botania instead.

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In Other Languages

Arabic: أرض الآيس كريم / “'Ard Alayas Karim” (Ice Cream Land)

Spanish: El Reino de Helado

German: Eisland

Swedish: Glasslandet

Italian: Il Regno del Gelato

Swahili: Ufalme wa Ice Cream

Portuguese: Reino do Sorvete

Korean: 겨울왕국 간식 랜드 / “Gyeoul-wang-gug Gansig Laendeu” (Frozen Treat Land)

Japanese: アイスクリームランド / “Aisukurīmurando”

Chinese: 冰冻甜点王国 / “Bīngdòng Tiándiǎn Wángguó” (Frozen Dessert Kingdom)

Polish: Królestwo Lodów (Kingdom of Ice Cream)

Greek: Παγωτό Βασίλειο / "Pagotó Vasíleio" (Ice Cream Kingdom)

French: Royaume de la Crème Glacée

Russian: Мороженые Земли / “Morozhenyye Zemli” (Ice Cream Lands)

Hindi: मीठा टुण्ड्रा / “Meetha Tundra” (Sweet Tundra)

Thai: ราชอาณาจัก ไอศกรีม / “Rajanachak Iscream” (Ice Cream Kingdom)

Turkish: Dondurma Diyarı

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The Week Ahead 8/19-8/25

Tick tock, the summer clock is running down! This week, it's all hands on deck to squeeze the most out of the last few weeks of the season. The streets are buzzing with energy, and there's a lot to do, see, eat, and drink. Let's go, New York City!

$19 Ticket: Rooftop Boozy Ice Cream Social with Mini Golf

It's time for some sky-high sweets & shenanigans! At Rory's Rooftop, you'll glide up to a perfectly perched paradise for an ice cream social where every scoop comes with gorgeous Meatpacking views! Atop mini golf haven, Puttery, you'll enter into the Tipsy Scoop Boozy Ice Cream Social, complete with eats, views, and vibes galore - THIS SATURDAY!

An Annual Celebration of NYC’s Streets

Summer Streets takes place on select Saturdays between 7am and 3pm. Miles of NYC’s streets are open in both directions for people to play, walk, and bike. Take a break along the route at one of their rest stops to enjoy free activities.

$29 Summer Spritz Series: Rooftop 3 Hour Open Bar With Food

Ascend up and away to Simona, a retreat perched at the peak of the Vogue & New York Times-praised Royalton Park Avenue. Here, you'll channel Amalfi vibes as you take advantage of free-flowing Italiana Spritzes (house-infused lemon Grey Goose vodka, fresh squeezed lemon, prosecco), ‘06 Spritzes (St. Germain, Prosecco, mint, lime), and more, taking a break to crunch into Mixed Fritto Misto with meyer lemon aioli, calamari shrimp, and veggies, marveling at the enchanting city views as you cool off with velvety Pistachio Gelato. It's all bella!

Free New World Wines Tasting

Astor Wines & Spirits hosts a free New World wines tasting, drawing locals and tourists alike. A sommelier guides guests through their finest assortment of New World wines. Join them for a night of laughter and clinking glasses.

$59 Rooftop Moroccan Nights Dinner For Two with Food & Drinks

At Elsie Rooftop's Moroccan Nights, soak in incredible views as you dine, drink, and dance! You'll devour delish appetizers and mains, all the while sipping from Spiked Teapots filled with tea-infused cocktails - think Jasmine Petal Tea Cocktail, Tamayokucha Green Tea Cocktail, and more infused with a premium tipple! Think Angus Beef Kefta Kebabs, Tandoori Spiced Chicken Skewers, Sundried Tomato Hummus With Pita, and Couscous Salad, among other tasty dishes. Add in live bellydancers, singers, and bewitching scenes - it's a dream for the senses.

Join SummerStage for Performances From Multiple Hip-Hop Artists

Perhaps best known for their role as house band on The Tonight Show With Jimmy Fallon, The Roots have been “hip-hop’s first legitimate band” (ThoughtCo) for decades. Formed in the late 80s as friends from the Philadelphia High School for the Performing Arts, the band has won multiple GRAMMY and NAACP Image awards.

[royalgroove]

Looking Back at 2023

From acid jazz to hypnotic world grooves and beyond, Royal Groove presenter DeLuca (that's me 🤓) brings a personal selection of tracks from his favourite releases of 2023.

🎧 Listen to Royal Groove's Looking Back at 2023 over at Mixcloud.

The list is also available on Spotify.

Playlist

Joy Guerrilla - Golden Gate

Azamiah - Night Woman

Tommaso Cappellato - The Flow Must Go On

Melodiesinfonie - Seaside (feat. OG Florin)

Golden Mean - The Breaks

Brian Nasty - Loso Na Madesu (feat. Natanya)

Robohands - Individuation

Sven Wunder - Ultramarine

Adja - Sambafassa

Yoni Mayraz - 1999

Mestizo - Arroyo

Surprise Chef - Spike Boy

The Lahaar - Chase Scene, pt. 1

Il Mago del Gelato - Maledetta Quella Notte

The Kanpai Quartet - Rick James Dwells In The Abyss

Huw Marc Benett - Red Valley

Qwalia - Electric Highway

Erobique - Acquamarina

Lorenzo Moressi - Pop Flop

Espen Horne - Bakeren

Psyché - Kuma

Last Nubian & Sweet Fruity Brunch - og outro

Gotts Street Park - Got To Be Good

Move 78 - Hal Wandered Off

Greg Foat & Ayo Salawu - Stasis Loop

John Roseboro - How To Cope (feat. Mei Semones)

Jasual Cazz - Mèches

Isobella Burnham - Roam The World

13th Ward Social Club - Chariots of The God

Bibio - Sorry Won’t Cut It

Mama Terra - A Mind Supreme

Don Leisure & Amanda Whiting - Walk With Us

Cujo - Early For Clink Street

Menagerie - Earthrise

Kutiman - Darkness In My Light

The Offline - Cap Camarat

JJ Whitefield - Parmigiano

Pedro Ricardo & Damián Botigue - Sem Dizer

Sholto - The Pearl That Glitters

John Haycock - Reunify

Me And My Friends - Witness

Flaer - Follow

Mocky - Just A Litte Lovin’

Cheers!

[thenewsart]

Optimism holds strong, price spikes more than 50% this week

Optimism (OP) witnessed a 10% price increase and an over 50% rise on the daily and weekly timeframes, respectively. The spike is underscored by growth in user activity, plus strategic collaborations with Lisk and Gelato, as well as a solid position as the second-largest Ethereum layer-2 network.  According to recent data compiled by IntoTheBlock, the Optimism L2 blockchain now boasts over 5.9…

[nerdako]

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[rickchung]

Monzo Burger x Vancouver House x Granville Street.

"Almost Tiramisu" milkshake paninaro (16-oz.) with soft-serve gelato, whole milk, and spiked with Twist, Kahlua, and Baileys Irish Cream.

Chicken strips with chili aioli sauce and onion rings.

Bacon double cheeseburger with diced onions, sour pickles, and American cheese.

[ask-squadra-di-narcotici]

✍ Massimo

✍ - … My muse’s boss [Read the Rest Here]

[I wasn’t sure whether or not to go with Kocaqi or Diavolo, but I chose Diavolo because it’s his special day]

It’s not as if I wanted to send Massimo to Sicily. It was safer for him there. Things were getting dangerous. Those damn assassins! I should just sick Cioccolata on the lot of them, I’m sure he would be happy to receive new test subjects, that sick wretch of a man. Until my secrecy is secured, I cannot risk Massimo being targeted. I already know Nero is after the drug trade. He must think I’m an idiot. As if I didn’t keep tabs on him.

I don’t know what Cioccolata did to those two, but it seemed to scare Nero and his squad straight. Good. The needed to remember their place. But I’m no fool. Nero is waiting for another opportunity. It did not look as if he was making any moves on the drug trade, but the risk was still there. I really should just have him killed, but that would risk unrest. In addition, I know he is a stand user but I have no idea what his ability is. As much as I loathed Cioccolata, he was too useful to send to his death, as much as I would rejoice disposing of him.

I didn’t think it would be so lonely here. This was one of many safehouses I owned, a villa off the Napolitan coast. I figured Massimo would like it here, the familiarity of it seeing as he was raised in Amalfi, but he was indifferent, as he was with most things.

He would be safe in Sicily. Vladimir Kocaqi had been a gangster long before Passione existed. He knew Sicily like the back of his hand, including every other drug peddling gang. Massimo would be a needle in a needle stack. His drugs were unique, but there were so many coming out of Sicily, he would never be pinned down.

Not to mention Kocaqi had two young, incredibly volatile stand users under his wing. They would guard Massimo with their lives. He was safe. The drug trade was safe. I had no reason to worry.

I was eager for this all to be over and to bring Massimo back. This was supposed to be temporary. It was better I kept a close eye on him. His loyalty was unwavering, but it made me uneasy knowing I was not the one keeping him safe. Sicily was far and Passione’s only connection there was with Kocaqi. Should something happen, I may not find out until it was too late. 

With a deep breath, I calmed myself. I would have Massimo back soon enough.

[inyourfantasyfanfics]

hii, can i please get headcanons of la squadra reacting to reader hiding a baby cow inside of their room? cows are basically big puppies and i haven’t been able to get the thought out of my head

SJHGSKHGKJSHG PLEASE THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME

i L O V E these types of requests they are so cute to me

La Squadra reacting to (gn)Reader hiding a baby cow

I'm sorry some of these are really short.

Risotto

this could go one of two ways and if you play your cards right everything will be fine

everything will be good until that baby cow give an inevitable loud ass moo

he will track down the noise and probably won't be the only one who wants to see what is going on.

he would look at the cow like: ._.

"Why?" is what he would say without breaking his neutral expression.

he probably will not let you keep it.

something along the lines of "we don't have room for it." and "Once we get out of the mafia maybe we can get some land..."

ah yes domestic farm life in Italy, he's hooked on the thought now.

Prosciutto

immediately no

he will walk into your room see the cow and walk right back out to go smoke before he deals with this.

you cannot convince this man to keep a cow.

he will help you find a nice place for it if you give him pleading eyes

in the duration of finding a place he does love on the cow a bit

"I never knew they could be cute up close"

Illuso

Like pros,, he won't want to deal with it but doesn't care what you do.

like if you wanna hide a cow from the capo.... go ahead and try.

if you beg him to help you he MIGHT let the cow into the mirrors to avoid suspicion.

(side note do ya'll think illuso ever gets confused about which world thing is real and which is a mirror? just me? cool)

not much to say for him tbh, he also won't help you take care of the calf

Formaggio

All for this

he can easily shrink the cow to hide it (if I recall correctly IDK if he can shrink living things but shh)

will want to use the little one to make the others think they are crazy for seeing a cow

he will try to help with caring for the cow. and accidentally becomes attached

he considers himself the best caretaker. he is not

he has no idea what to do once the cow grows but that's a problem for tomorrow

Ghiaccio

he does a full-body double-take when he walks into your room

doesn't yell... at first...

he basically goes 'ur dumb and didn't think this through huh'

let's be honest, did you?

he gets more agitated when he asks you questions like

"where will it use the bathroom?" "How are you gonna afford to feed it" "where the hell did you even get a cow?!?!"

the talking will cause the calf to moo at him and thus goes an argument between Ghia and a whole baby cow..

Pesci

was not prepared to get moo'ed at by a cow when he went to see his s/o

his anxiety is spiking

kinda scared to touch it. but once you help him pet a baby cow he won't stop.

he gets attached too

starts asking you if you can keep your own cow?? like a kid who sees a stray on the street

is COMMITTED to helping you with this cow

Melone

immediately yes

he's all for this?? kinda surprising but also kinda not

"it's our first kid together y/n" cue kissy faces

will paint the calf's hooves

but will not help clean after it. will do anything to avoid Ris telling you you can't keep it (if you are in the same line of work)

Sorbet and Gelato

I really don't know how they would react.. like honest to god

Sorbet is happier about this than Gelato I feel.

I feel like they may just wait for an explanation as to what the actual fuck is happening?

ultimately it's your choice and with an extreme amount of coaxing they will interact with the cow.

[algesalges]

Vers Moi: Part 4

Chamber x Reader

Intro, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Warnings: Angst no fluff at the end, self doubt, maybe some suggestive touching? dm me if there are some I should add

P.S

HAHHAHAHAHA, yeah I did say i would post this a long time ago but with medical issues and work, I decided in the time i could've posted the original work, I just erased it all and started back to square one and change the entire original plot. BUT, thank you so much for the support, I will try to stay back on track! pls ENJOY

It was not praised upon agents to engage in relationships, due to work conflict. Morning light glimmered onto your skin, it was about past the time you would usually wake up. The warmth that was with you was absent from the bed. Stirred awake to your surprise at a missing Chamber. Which only meant that his duty called before your wake. It was a bit of a shame to wake up without him but work needs to be done which was understandable.

Slipping up in casual day clothes you walked to the kitchen full knowing you probably missed breakfast as well. A Jett and Phoenix were messing around in the kitchen; it seems that the rotation must’ve been early in the morning.

“Slept in, aren’t you greedy”, a cheeky grin was on Phoenix’s face until Jett smacked him behind the head.

“Seems you weren’t alone”. Definitely were caught, this could not go out, if so you might be out of a job or maybe out of your mingle. The expression on your face and fumbling made Jett realize she had caught you in a bad moment, obviously you were not expecting to have a sort of not established relationship inside the protocol with one of the agents.

“Please”..

“HA, don’t, do not worry y/n I’m definitely not telling Brim”

“Yeah we already assumed, but Chamber kind’ve spoiled it when we watched him walk out of your chambers”. Jett gave Phoenix another smack behind his head, he fully knew he deserved it too.

The situation was a bit awkward for all of you, to break the ice Jett and Phoenix offered to prepare you a meal since you had missed breakfast.

“How was the rotation?”. You shuffled some eggs onto your fork, The two seemed a bit exhausted to talk about work, but otherwise there were no suspicions, the Rogues (it's what I call them) haven’t made any attempts due to losing the spike out of their possession. This meant you and the team could finally head back to headquarters.

Phoenix was stretching his neck until an idea popped up into his head.

“Hey guys”!

You and Jett raised you from your current conversation to see a chiseled smile on Grant’s face.

“Since we're already here, and me and Jett have the time off, lets go enjoy a little vacation”!

The idea seemed excellent, you were craving gelato, and Jett flashed to change her wardrobe.

As soon as you parked the rental car, you went to a Gelato stand, Jett hopped over the front of the car to head over and Phoenix, being a classic gentleman, opened the car door for you. The weather was beautiful, the best part is that you were near the sea. There was a slight breeze in the air but accompanied with a warm Sun.

Jett has no patience for your admiration for the environment, she rushed you to the stand. The yummy looking frozen dessert looked so refreshing and delicious, you couldn’t decide what flavor but stayed with a classic vanilla, while Jett went for a banana and Phoenix passion fruit. The cool custard treat was rich and dense. You all sat on a bench admiring the beauty of Italy. The basking sun, no work calls, no work, period. Vacationing with friends was always this nice and warming feeling. You wished they were more off the field to relax since they deserved it, but there is a responsibility on their shoulders.

The sun was slowly setting, meaning it was time to head back to the villa and start packing. Phoenix sighed and sank into the bench, you pulled him out of his seat and drove them back

Everyone was heading to the jett with all their luggage. Viper and Sova took another plane with the spike making it less of a hazard to the other agents. You sat down expecting to get some rest, low and behold the man with glasses decided to take the seat next to you.

You smiled at him, he took the risk of giving you a small peck when no one was looking.

“Where were you? I could not find you in your room this afternoon”. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

You explained the small trip you had with Jett and Phoenix, Chamber felt a bit sad that he missed that opportunity. He doesn’t get a lot of personal vacation due to keeping up with the protocol and his own business. You started with small talk with Chamber, then to just the silent hum of the jett. You rest your head onto Chamber’s shoulder.

“I missed you in the morning”.

He raised an eyebrow, he did not seem to be proud of his sudden absence. “I know, duty calls, I just wish I had you still in bed”.

Chamber reached for our hand and rested his head on top of yours. No one was around to witness the rule breaking, you just wanted the silence in his presence. He is nice and lovely and seems to fancy you in many ways. But the terrifying thought of jeopardizing your career for a man was something you did not want to unveil.

I’m going to have to move seats before someone sees.

But the weight of his body on yours was a comfortable feeling and kept you warm. Slowly you nudge Chamber’s head off yours, and swifted your hand away from him. He was peacefully sleeping, his glasses were laying on the top of his head, you decide to remove them and put them safely beside him. You couldn’t help but to stare at him, he has this perfect symmetrical face and looks so handsome. It probably came to realization why a successful man would ever take interest in you, just some secretary working for an agency.

You may as well just be his muse. Something to entertain while working with the protocol.

You cannot help but feel already attached to him, being the only man to please you in a certain way, and meeting higher than your minimum standards for dating.

Wait, are you even dating?

Is there someone else waiting for him at his home?

It may or may not be true but the sudden interest in you was when he first saw you, it was obvious that it was just lust and he is toying with you until you have no use.

It may be overthinking but it would not be your first time someone wanted you purely for their own pleasure.

You left the sleeping angel going to head to the back of the plane, you may need to restrict your urges of wanting his attention, maybe it was better he did not stay in the morning.

You fall next to Raze who is listening to music while Killjoy sits in front of you. KJ is of course working on her laptop, it seems she cannot get a break. You can’t blame her though, it is her passion. Raze nudges off her headphones, seeming bored of listening to the same playlist.

“Ready to head back into your little office”. Raze smiles at you.

“So ready to get back into work, vacation was nice, but I like my bedroom at headquarters”.

Raze agrees she does enjoy her personal time at home. It must be interesting to be on offence and thrilling yet terrifying.

“Your job must be more exhilarating”.

She pats your shoulder, “Sometimes it is nice not having to worry about our life on the line”.

You nodded in agreement, that was well at least but you haven’t told Raze about the Yoru who managed to smuggle in. Maybe learning self defense would be necessary. Good thing the mirror Chamber was there in time, though you never seemed to receive an answer from Vincent why he made an agreement with him. Maybe they had a plan, but it also seemed illegal. It would be embarrassing to tell this to Brim now, but it would also trouble Chamber. At this point you did not know whose side to pick at this point.

You shook away your thoughts, KJ wanted to play UNO (card game) with you and Raze. You pulled the game table out and spent the game playing until the jett was ready to land.

You carried your luggage into your room, making of course no contact with Vincent. Quickly unpacked and changed in some pjs. It was quite dark out, it might’ve been late but you wanted a snack before going to bed.

You looked both ways in the hallway, everyone seemed to be settled into their rooms. The kitchen was empty, you were going to reach for your favorite night time snack, till you felt a hand placed on your waist and reached the snack before you. You pulled away to see Vincent there. He must’ve snuck up onto you, granted this situation was quite awkward. You moved away from the hand placed on your waist. He did not seem pleased at that at all.

“You were gone when I woke up”. He held the side of your face gently.

“Maybe we should keep it that way”.

It took all of you might to say that, but you weren’t going to let him be your downfall, especially when you do not know his pure motive. You walked away with the sensation of being stared as you walked back into your room. You turned back to look at Chamber.

“Goodnight”.

You see he is not looking specifically in your direction, you nodded off.

This is going to hurt.