#thank you I love talking about them and I (rips a sheet of paper)

[selenium77]

What are your thoughts on Chromedome and Brainstorm (their friendship is sooooo !!!!!!!!! to me like two assholes who’ve clung to each other for millions of years and yeah CD calls himself Bstorm’s only friend but he doesn’t seem to have a very extensive social network himself BUT IDK THO…)

yeah!! I think Brainstorm and Chromedome are actually very similar in that regard, there's just a bit more focus on Chromedome and his interactions with others throughout the comic which might give off the impression that he has "friends" when he does not - at least not close ones (see his interactions with Rodimus, Drift, etc; Skids stands out as one of the few people who makes attempts at reaching out to him, but he's very bad about recognizing when his friends need help [see Swerve] and so that doesn't really go anywhere) kind of just shows how important Brainstorm is to him and vice-versa.

another thing they both struggle with is living in the present - it's a bit more obvious with Brainstorm because that is literally the crux of his arc, and it might seem out of character for CD given that his thing is forgetting, but his lack of close relationships is also the result of kinda just watching as things happen rather than making an effort to hold on to people. it's kind of amazing that they've stuck around each other for so long given all of this and everything else, but it's also just because they both feel love so deeply, and they both care about each other so much!!! they've got each other's backs no matter what.

their relationship goes wayyy back to the New Institute, a very dark time in CD's life, where Brainstorm witnessed his friend's suffering firsthand - he can understand and empathize with it because it's similar to what he's felt before himself. this doesn't come to a head until the Overlord arc, which just shows the lengths Brainstorm is willing to go to for the people he loves. I'm not saying anything here that hasn't been said before regarding the Time Case and Chromedome, but the fact that Brainstorm so quickly chooses to jeopardize his own existence and modify his Big Project (one originally intended solely for his own satisfaction) after seeing his only friend fall into such a deep grief that he feels partially responsible for is just... aghhh. his friend is worth all of that and more. it just says a lot that it is Chromedome who caused that change in him. another thing - Brainstorm's not exactly on "friendly" terms with Rewind until after Elegant Chaos, but it's their strong relationships with Chromedome that kind of helps bridge that gap between them. it's so................... there's a lot going on there and the BS/CD/RW dynamic is kind of really fun to think about too, not necessarily in a ship sense but just in general.

but yeah outside of ALL OF THAT... yeah they're both assholes and their dynamic is so fun, they have a lot of great banter going on. there's also that other aspect of their relationship where they do care about each other but also do things that hurt each other - a good example of this is the way Chromedome doesn't even wait until Brainstorm is out of the room to pull his needles out in 16, or the way that it seems Brainstorm has never objected to Chromedome injecting despite presumably being aware of the consequences it has on him and his health. what are friends for ^_^

ship-wise though - it's fun to think about CD being Brainstorm's first kiss or something back at the New Institute. I don't think they could feasibly go anywhere further than that because of what they each have going on, especially during that time, but still. fun!

[ldydeath]

Feels Like I'll Die Without You Part 4 | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: You’re tasked with covering one of Jiyong’s songs. Lots of old memories surface and you have to figure out what you want. Word Count: 2K Warnings: None Author’s Note: Here’s the next part of the series. Thank you to @aizshallnotbefound  for the prompt suggestion on this one. I have no answers for any of the questions you guys seek. Just know that I’m forever sorry. Part 5 will be better, maybe. The rest of the series can be found here.

You hadn’t been surprised when you woke up to find Jiyong and his team were gone. You’d expected it the second you’d invited him to your room. You knew you were being hot and cold with him and it wasn’t fair to him, but you didn’t know what you were supposed to do. You’d always be in love with him, but the truth was you two didn’t know each other anymore. You were both so far from those crazy kids you’d been when you’d met. What if you agreed to try now and he realized you weren’t his type anymore? That would be too embarrassing and now with a child on the way? You couldn’t afford to make it any more complicated than it already was. 

Your phone buzzed and you sighed as you read the text from your boss. They had a new cover they wanted you to perform, something from some super popular artist that fit your sound. They needed you to come in and record it so you could perform it later. You got out of bed, your eyes falling to the empty spot Jiyong had been hours ago and bit your lip as you made your way to the bathroom, rushing through your morning routine. 

You blinked as the song sheet was put in your hands, of fucking course. You couldn’t escape this guy if you tried, could you? You sat down, your hands instantly going to rub your temples as you tried to find a way out of covering this song. You let out a sigh, staring at the title IBELONGIIU staring at you as if mocking you. Your label was new, they didn’t know the history - thank god, and they didn’t know what Jiyong had whispered into your ear back in February, but damn your luck. You looked around, making sure nobody was around before pulling out your phone.

“Hey! You okay?” Jiyong’s face appeared on your phone, his brows furrowed into a frown as he noticed your face.

“They want me to cover your song.” You held up the sheet and Jiyong let out a snort. 

“I’d rather it be you than anyone else, Aein.” His voice was soft as he spoke, his eyes wide with amusement. 

“Are you sure?” You put the paper down letting out a sigh. 

“Yes.” He turned his head, letting out a sigh before facing the screen again. “We’re pulling up to the stadium for rehearsals. Please call me if you need anything, ok?” 

“Okay, good luck.” You ended the call, putting your phone down. 

With a small sigh, you put on the headphones, making yourself comfortable in the chair. Signaling to the team in the booth that you were ready, you took a couple deep breaths. You still weren’t sure how you were going to pull this one off, but you owed it to Jiyong to not fuck up his song the way you’d been fucking with his heart. The music started and you closed your eyes, swaying along to the beat. 

You felt like an imposter, singing this song. Why couldn’t it have been anything else? The lyrics felt too raw for you to be singing them. This is how he’d felt about you and here you were, singing them as if they meant nothing. Your slowed down version bringing back memories, some old, some from the way you’d felt the night before, being held tightly in his arms. He owed you nothing for the way you’d been acting - for the way you’d told him you were pregnant, and he still held you like his life had depended on it. 

He deserved better than how you’d been treating him lately. Tears pricked at your eyes as you continued the song and you took a breath, looking up at the tiny crowd in the booth opposite you. Shaking your head, you ripped the headphones off and grabbed your things. You couldn’t do this. You needed to talk to Jiyong, you needed to apologize, tell him how you really felt, hope there was room in his heart for you. Without saying a word you stormed out of the studio. 

You didn’t even realize where you were going until your butt was on a plane seat and you were staring at an aerial view of your flight path to Korea. You’d be landing just in time for his show and you knew better than to talk to him beforehand. He needed to focus on him and his fans - not you. Flying to Korea in your first trimester might not have been the best idea, the nausea set in shortly after take off and by the time you’d landed you weren’t sure you could trust your wobbly legs to get you from the seat to the exit. 

You managed though, grabbing a bite to eat from your favorite spot in town before heading towards the venue. You were going to have to pull off a miracle to get in, you weren’t exactly on the list of celeb’s coming out that night, nor did you have a ticket. As the car pulled up to the venue you swallowed down the rest of the noodles you’d been holding onto and sent a text to a familiar number. 

Hey YB. Need you to find a way to get me in tonight.

I’m not there tonight but I’ll see what I can do. Sit tight.

A few minutes later he sent a thumbs up and you took a minute, steading yourself as you got out of the car. The sound of Jiyong’s voice filled the air and you silently thanked whatever god would listen that his show had already started. You slipped backstage completely unnoticed, the last thing you needed was someone spotting you and igniting anymore rumors about you and Jiyong. There was no you and Jiyong, you didn’t think there ever would be. That didn’t mean he didn’t deserve an apology for the way you’d been treating him since you’d ran into him. 

Security escorted you to his sitting room and you made yourself at home, watching the show on a small screen, a small smile on your face. For someone who had taken such a long break, he hadn’t missed a beat. It was weird being at a G-Dragon show after all this time, even more weird that he didn’t know you were here. He’d find out soon. You watched as the show came to an end and you exhaled slowly, moving ever so slightly in your seat, bracing yourself for him and his team to enter the room. The door opened and Jiyong walked in, a towel on his head, he froze as he saw you.

“Hi.” You croaked out. Jiyong blinked, stepping into the room and closing the door on his team.

“What are you doing here?” He moved to walk over to you but stopped, grounding himself by the door. 

“I needed to see you.” 

Jiyong smirked at your words and was in front of you in a second, his lips crashing down on yours. You gasped, your arms wrapping around him as he pulled you closer. You let yourself get carried away, parting your lips to deepen the kiss. There was just something about Jiyong that let all common sense go out the window, you couldn’t help yourself when you were around him. But as you felt him walk you backwards to the couch you move your hands from around his neck and to his chest, stopping him. 

“Ji.” You whispered against his lips as you pulled back. “We can’t.” He pulled back instantly, creating as much space as he possibly could. 

“Okay.” He nodded, you could tell he was confused. 

“I’m sorry, Ji. For how I told you I was pregnant, and for making it seem like I didn’t want you involved in our lives. Of course I do. I just, I don’t think it's a good idea for us to get involved as more than just friends.” You bit your lip as you looked up at him.

Jiyong frowned as you spoke. He’d been expecting this, hell he’d been asking for this. Now at least he knew where you stood. He’d be there for you however you needed him to be, but if you really didn’t want to be more than friends with him he wasn’t going to beg anymore. He’d find a way to move on. He blinked a few times, composing himself. 

“You didn’t have to fly here to tell me that.” He smiled but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. “If you just want to be friends, that’s fine with me. Where are you staying tonight?” 

“I uh ...didn't think that far ahead.” Jiyong smirked. 

“You can stay with me, for as long as you need. Come on, I need sleep. Have a big day tomorrow.” 

You blinked, following him out of the room. You hadn’t been expecting him to be so okay with this. Or to invite you to stay at his place. The walk to his awaiting car was silent, as was the drive to his apartment. Both of you were not really sure what to say as you made your way through town. Maybe there was nothing else left to say. 

Jiyong led you through the garage and to the elevator, swiping a card to go directly to the penthouse. You’d heard about his luxury home but had never been here in person, him having bought it well after you’d stopped talking. It was impressive and maybe a little intimidating. He led you through the place, stopping outside one of the guest rooms. 

“I’m just down the hall if you need anything.” He smiled at you, that same fake smile from the venue and opened the door.

Your arm reached out grabbing his arm, pulling him towards you and without thinking you leaned up, kissing him. He responded immediately, pulling you closer, kissing you hungrily.  You walked backwards into the room, Jiyong lowering you carefully onto the bed, his body hovering over yours as he kissed down your jaw, towards your neck. You let your head fall back, catching your breath. His hands roamed up your body, making quick work to remove your shirt. His lips on your collarbone, trailing down to your breasts and you sucked in a breath, moving your hand to his face and pulling him back up as you came to your senses. 

“Ji, we can’t.” You pleaded, pushing yourself to sit up.

“Why not? What are you so scared of?” His voice was laced with sadness, his eyes staring into your eyes so intently you had to look away.

“We’re not good together.” He let out a sigh, his hand under your chin, moving your face so that you were looking at him.

“You’re remembering who we used to be. We’re not those people anymore. The universe keeps throwing us together, I think we should take that as a sign.” 

“I can’t Ji, I’m sorry.”  He nodded and with a sigh moved off the bed, fixing his shirt as he made his way to the door. “Where are you going?”

“I can’t stay here. I can’t hold you like we’re just friends when I’m so in love with you it’s driving me crazy. Ever since that damn night I can’t get you out of my head and if you don’t feel the same way, that’s fine. But I can’t pretend everything is fine when it’s killing me not being with you.” He didn’t give you a chance to respond as he opened the door and walked out. 

Jiyong hadn’t been good about not crossing boundaries with you, but he was going to have to get better at it if he was going to survive this. He’d told you how he felt, the ball was in your court. Jiyong was done trying. If you wanted a friend, a friend you’d have, but he couldn’t toy that line with you anymore. He’d focus all his energy into being the best father for his baby and a good friend for you, until you were ready for him.

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[malk1ns]

march 13 v blues, 5-3 win

this team is so silly.

so geno sure had himself some moments last night, huh? babe are you good?

thank you to everyone who sent me asks with ideas, you guys helped so much <3 i'm not posting any of the asks because i want to keep them for potential future inspo, but i read them all (along with the lovely compliments) and i really appreciate it!!

The proximity curse can’t have come at a worse time, really.

Neither of them noticed at first. Over the years Zhenya and Sid’s pre-game rituals have twined together; they get to the rink in the afternoon and don’t really separate until Sid skates out for the anthems. Even when Sid is out taping his sticks on the bench, Zhenya’s usually fussing with the stick rack back in the tunnel, arranging and re-arranging everything until he’s satisfied with where his extras are.

They’ve been adding to their warmup routines over the years too; between passing the puck back and forth and Zhenya doing his best to distract Sid when he’s at the net practicing tip-ins, they spend most of the time within a few feet of each other. So when Zhenya feels the need to follow Sid around the ice more than normal, to slap at his shins and handle a puck between his skates a few extra times, it’s not really something worth dwelling on.

When the anthems end and Sid skates for center ice and Zhenya feels like there’s a sharp hook in his stomach tugging him along, he starts to pay more attention.

“What the fuck,” he grunts, gripping his stick to stop himself from vaulting over the boards until the ripping ache in his belly eases. 

He manages to stay in place, but it’s a close thing. He shrugs off the coaches who come to check on him, white-knuckling his way through the first period until the horn sounds and he can bodily drag a protesting Sid off the ice and tow him to the practitioner’s office, just down the hall from the locker room.

He doesn’t think about the relief so powerful it’s almost nauseating when he gets his hands on Sid’s jersey.

“Dude,” Sid complains, but Zhenya barges into Mage Novik’s office without so much as a knock.

“We cursed,” he announces, shoving Sid into a chair and dropping into the other one. His hands start stinging the second he lets Sid go. “Not sure when it happens, but it hurts when I’m too far from Sid. You can fix?”

Mage Novik looks at them over their glasses, eyebrows raising. 

Some of the guys don’t like the Mage. Spooky, Karl called them, and Kris gives their office a wide berth unless he’s frog-marched in for his mandated quarterly hex-check. Zhenya likes them, though—they’ve been around since long before Zhenya came to North America, and he’s always found their ambiguously Slavic accent comforting, especially in the early days when he barely understood English and only had Seryozha to talk to.

He spent a lot of time with the Mage getting checked and double-checked for lingering curses and evil eyes from Magnitogorsk. There was one that took almost a full week to untangle embedded in his left heel; the doctors thought it was shin splints at first.

The Mage normally doesn’t tolerate interruptions, or unscheduled visits. Zhenya’s an exception.

“When did you first notice?” they ask, rising and circling their desk to peer down at first Zhenya, then Sid. Zhenya catches Sid tensing up and rolls his eyes. “There’s definitely something here, not on Sidney but on you, Zhenechka.”

Zhenya sighs explosively. “Notice when game starts and Sid goes to center ice. Before that, not sure. I’m at my house for a nap in afternoon, no problems.”

The Mage rests their hand on the top of Zhenya’s head. He holds his breath and stays as still as possible until they slide their palm off, patting his cheek once before returning behind their desk.

“It’s a proximity curse,” they say, drawing out a sheet of paper. Sid swears colorfully, and the Mage quirks a tiny smile. “Indeed. It was cast just a few hours ago, either on your way to the arena or right when you arrived. The signature is unfamiliar to me.” They bend down and begin to scribble. “I do not have a solution for you right now. It’s still new enough that you won’t feel the worst of it for a while, but no more than two more hours. Hopefully by then I will be able to dismantle it, but if not, be prepared to spend the evening as close as possible in order to avoid unnecessary distress.” They lean forward and yank a strand of hair from first Zhenya, then Sid. “Go now. You may play as long as it doesn’t hurt too badly. Return after the game.”

Sid scowls, rubbing at his scalp. “Is there anything you can give him so he’s not in pain?” he asks, glancing over at Zhenya. “He said it hurts already.”

Mage Novik glances up from their paper, now covered in arcane symbols. Zhenya and Sid’s strands of hair have been woven together into a circle, centered on the parchment. “I am not a doctor, Sidney,” they say, with the patient tone of someone who’s explained the same thing many, many times. “I can unwind curses and provide protection. For pain relief, I believe the staff has a full stock of Toradol.” They turn back to their work.

Sid looks inclined to argue, but Zhenya knows when he’s been dismissed from a practitioner’s presence, so he hauls Sid to his feet and out the door, letting go and forcing himself to step a few inches away once they’re back in the hall.

“What the hell??” Sid demands, crossing his arms. “We haven’t gotten hit with anything all season, who did you piss off?”

“Me?” Zhenya says, outraged. “Who say I do something? Maybe someone misses, like, they aim for you, bad shot.” He and Sid had arrived at the same time, after all, and walked in from the garage together. “Nobody cares enough to curse me, you’re big shot with fancy record soon.” He manages to mostly keep his sulky resentment out of his voice; he’s Sid’s biggest supporter, always has been, and he thinks he’s doing a remarkably good job of tamping down his own competitive spirit to cheer Sid on even as his own play starts to flag.

Sid huffs as they round the corner to the locker room. “It doesn’t matter,” he says, which is how Zhenya knows Sid thinks he might be right. “We need to figure out how we’re going to get through this game. I think you should sit.”

“What!” Zhenya cries, throwing out his arm to stop Sid from barrelling into the room. “I sit, like, stay even further away, hurt worse? No. If I sit, you do too.”

“I need to get a point this game,” Sid says evenly, shoving at Zhenya’s arm until he moves out of the way. “And the trainers could give you something, some of the strong stuff. Then we’ll go see the Mage after the game and I’ll drive you home and everything will be fine.”

“Who’s getting the good stuff?” Rusty asks from where he’s digging through the tape bin at the front of the room, sounding far too interested. “G, you hurt?”

“No,” Zhenya snaps, at the same time Sid says “He’s cursed.” They glare at each other.

Rusty looks between them, then grabs a tape roll at random and retreats back to his stall.

“A curse?” Sully says, casually inserting himself between them. “Have you been to the Mage?”

“We just go,” Zhenya jumps to answer before Sid can try and pretend his stupid idea came from the Mage. “They say, I play as long as it’s not too bad, think I have a few hours before it pulls me too close and I can’t. They’re work on something and we go back after the game.”

Sully eyes him, and Zhenya does his best to look earnest and trustworthy and exactly like a guy who would never, ever minimize the extent of an injury in order to stay in a game.

Sid hastily covers a laugh with a cough, so Zhenya thinks he’s probably not doing a great job.

“Fine,” Sully says, shaking his head and looking upward. “Christ, it’s been one thing after another this season. G, the second you feel like it’s too bad you get yourself off the ice, understand? I don’t want you fucking around with this, it’s not something you can grit your teeth and force your way through. No matter what happens, you’re off the ice for practice tomorrow.”

Zhenya’s a grown man who’s far too mature to stick his tongue out at Sid for getting his way. He does it anyway as soon as Sully’s turned back to address the rest of the team.

Sid rolls his eyes. “You’re a moron,” he mutters, but he sounds fond—he’s never able to stay upset with Zhenya for too long, even when he deserves it. “I’m gonna be watching you, and I’ll pull you out myself if I think you’re pushing it. So, don’t.”

“Yes, Captain,” Zhenya simpers, and Sid aims a kick at him before waddling back to his stall.

Zhenya does take a detour to beg a shot of Toradol off the staff. The pain had been more unexpected than anything else, but it’s better to be prepared. If the Mage is right, he’ll be feeling a lot worse by the end of the game.

—

It’s worse than Zhenya could ever have imagined. He spent the last two periods totally distracted, gritting his teeth against the urge to trail after Sid like a dog on a leash and instead limiting himself to shoving guys out of the way to sit pressed against Sid’s side when they’re both on the bench. By the time the final buzzer sounds Zhenya’s sweating and he’s getting a headache, and he can’t get off the ice fast enough.

Sid hustles down the tunnel after him, and Zhenya can practically feel the worry radiating off him.

It’s a relief when they get to the Mage’s office and Zhenya can scoot their chairs as close as possible. It would probably be even better if they were out of their gear, but neither of them wanted to wait.

Mage Novik has a line between their eyebrows. “Unfortunately,” they start, and Zhenya’s heart sinks.

He barely registers the rest—Sid’s there, he’ll remember everything important. Instead, Zhenya closes his eyes and lets himself indulge in a moment of self-pity.

First his wrist, then his knee, now this. What an absolute clusterfuck of a season.

He zones out until he feels Sid’s hand on his arm, then gets to his feet, smiles wanly at the Mage, and follows Sid out of the office.

“Okay,” Sid says, taking a deep breath. “They said that they need more time. Something about the intent of the curse? I didn’t really understand, they got really technical, but they said that there was something about the why they needed to look into. They said we both should stay home tomorrow because you’re only gonna get worse…and, we probably are going to have to share a bed tonight. They’ll have someone come get us when they’re ready to break it.”

Zhenya shrugs. “Okay,” he says. What else is there to say?

“So, I guess we should just…shower and go home. Do you want to go to yours, or…” Sid trails off, looking unsure. 

“Alexei in town,” Zhenya says. “Don’t think it’s good idea, share bed when he’s here. Even if we say it’s curse, he’s maybe…” Zhenya’s mouth twists. It’s so hard to explain the backwards way many of his Russian friends think about things, and it feels doubly shameful to try and do so tonight, when the arena was decked out in rainbows and half the signs at warmups were about Pride.

Zhenya likes to think he’s more enlightened these days, far more sophisticated than the knee-jerk defensive idiocy of his youth, but he has the benefit of living in the West most of the time. His childhood friends are still steeped in traditional media. And, right or wrong, Zhenya doesn’t want the boys he used to play pond hockey with looking at him differently.

“Then we’ll stay at mine,” Sid says, seizing onto the beginnings of a plan with the desperate gratitude of a drowning man. “We’ll eat, we’ll go to bed, and hopefully the Mage will call us right away in the morning and all of this will be over.”

The shower is weird. Zhenya is intensely aware of how close Sid is, taking the shower next to him instead of leaving the courtesy space. He’s seen Sid naked thousands of times, but it feels different now; the curse makes Zhenya want to touch, and Sid’s skin looks smooth and warm as he scrubs himself off.

He’d mostly trained himself out of looking at his teammates like this. The last thing he needs is for this curse to bring back confused teenaged desires he’s long outgrown.

Zhenya shakes his head and tilts back into the spray, letting his shampoo rinse out. He keeps his eyes on the wall in front of him and showers as quickly as he can, drying himself so roughly his skin stings and tripping into his clothes once they’re in the change room.

Sid sticks close to his side as they walk to the garage, an awful parody of the way they’d bumped into each other companionably on the way in this afternoon. As they walk, Zhenya keeps turning his head, looking for where someone might have been hiding away, ready to aim a curse at them and fuck up his entire night.

He doesn’t even put up a token protest when Sid guides them to his Range Rover. He’s in no state to drive; he spends the entire ride back to Sid’s house focusing on keeping his hands in his lap.

Every single light is on in Sid’s house when they pull up, and Zhenya shakes his head—Sid is the worst at turning lights off, can’t stand a room being even a little dim. Zhenya’s parents are always appalled when they come over, murmuring about the waste of electricity.

“Don’t start,” Sid warns, and Zhenya has to admit that it’s nice to walk into a kitchen that’s well-lit  and warm-feeling, even though the entire house is empty. Sid doesn’t like having company like Zhenya, doesn’t host his hometown friends for weeks on end to stave off the loneliness, but there’s a difference between a quiet house and a quiet, dark house.

They eat pressed together at Sid’s island. Zhenya picks at his food, and for once Sid doesn’t push it, although he does insist Zhenya finish the horrifying green shake Sid forces on him.

Normally they’d watch a late game, or maybe review some tape if either of them had something they wanted to review before video tomorrow, but Zhenya can barely remember anything that happened in tonight’s game, and neither of them are really in the mood to watch a West Coast game, so they head upstairs.

Sid produces a pair of basketball shorts that Zhenya has to tighten an absurd amount to keep from falling off his waist, and they take turns in the bathroom. Sid waits just outside the door as Zhenya brushes his teeth, but even that’s starting to feel like too much, and by the time they slide into bed Zhenya’s practically frantic until he can pull Sid flush to him.

“Sorry,” he mutters, flushed and miserable with shame, but Sid shakes his head and burrows into Zhenya’s arms. 

“Not your fault,” he says, voice muffled by Zhenya’s chest. “Not like I’m gonna let you sleep somewhere else if you’re hurtin’, bud. You’d do the same for me.”

Zhenya’s chest swells with fondness. Sid is annoying, sure, and stubborn and sometimes selfish and a know-it-all, but he’s the best person Zhenya’s ever known.

It’s strange, falling asleep with someone in his arms. It’s been a very long time. Still, Zhenya manages to drift off to the sound of Sid’s quiet, whuffling snores.

—

Zhenya’s torn out of a warm, very pleasant dream by a voice calling his name, louder and more urgent with each repetition. As he swims back to wakefulness, he’s aware of a body in his arms, skin under his hands, and his morning wood pressing against…

Sid. Oh fuck.

“G,” Sid says, voice strangled. “Are you awake? Are you…” Zhenya can hear him swallow. He’s hard too, dick nestled up against Zhenya’s thigh where Zhenya must have tangled them together and started rutting forward in his sleep.

“Oh god,” Zhenya groans, which transitions into a moan when he shifts and drags his dick over Sid’s torso. “Sorry, Sid, I’m not mean…”

“Yeah,” Sid says, half-laughing. “I mean, I figured. Been a while, huh? It’s not like you could have mistaken me for one of your girls, I’m not exactly…you know.”

Zhenya’s silence goes on for far too long to be anything but damning.

Sid feels good in his arms, feels right. His skin is somehow just as soft as it looked in the showers last night, and he’s warm, and he’s really making no effort to get out of Zhenya’s embrace.

Zhenya hesitantly moves his hips, gasping when Sid rubs back against him.

“Take the edge off,” Sid pants in his ear, and Zhenya throws away his good sense and holds Sid even closer, rutting them together until they’ve both come in their shorts, sweaty and out of breath.

Zhenya’s content to lie there and pretend the world doesn’t exist as long as possible, but Sid wiggles back far sooner than he’d like, forcing eye contact.

“Are you okay?” he asks, keeping one hand on Zhenya’s bicep and their feet tangled together. “I didn’t…you were awake, right?” He looks genuinely worried, as if he’s somehow pushed Zhenya into doing something he didn’t want to do.

It’s sweet. It’s thoughtful. It’s very Sid.

“Very awake,” Zhenya says, looking down between them and then back at Sid, waggling his eyebrows. He supposes he should be freaking out more—it turns out Alexei would have been right about what they’d be getting up to while sharing a bed—but Sid’s touch is still enough of a soporific against the curse that Zhenya just feels giddy, like he’s gotten away with something.

That will probably wear off once the curse is lifted. Sue him for enjoying it while it lasts.

“Okay, fine,” Sid says impatiently, flushing pink. “Just, I didn’t think that would be something you’d be into. Like, ever. I mean, I’ve met your friends, and I know that things are…”

Zhenya cuts him off. “Calm down,” he orders, reeling Sid back in and squeezing him until he squeaks. “It’s not big deal, like, we friends, it’s curse, things weird for now. Doesn’t have to mean anything.” Even as he says it, his chest hurts a little.

He loves Sid. Of course he does, Sid is his best friend. Zhenya’s ruthlessly crushed anything non-platonic for a man for 25 years, but Sid’s always been special.

Sid doesn’t answer for a bit. “Do you want it to not mean anything?” he finally asks, and Zhenya’s heart stops.

“Sid, I’m cursed,” he says, in lieu of actually providing a real answer. He doesn’t know what to say.

His digs his fingers into Sid’s back, though, and ducks down to press his lips to the top of Sid’s head.

“Okay,” Sid says soothingly. His fingers feel like they’re leaving sparks where they trail over Zhenya’s skin, and Zhenya’s not sure how much of that isthe curse pushing them together. “Alright, we’re just…it’s clearing out the pipes, yeah? Since you can’t be alone right now.” It’s practical, matter-of-fact. Nobody will ever know but them, but this is the sensible way to look at things. Trust Sid to come up with a neat solution they can both explain away and put behind them. Things are tidier this way.

Suddenly, Zhenya wants to make it messy. “Maybe…” he whispers, afraid to speak too loudly. “Maybe we try again. After curse.”

[french-unknown]

Hiii!!!

Can you please write something about a reader who wants to get self-improved?

What I am trying to say is, the reader is kinda of lazy and all they do is sleep, eat, and read. Neglecting studies and being unproductive.

But they want to change. They tried so many times, but they became their previous self again after 2 or 3 days.

Can you please write something like Law, Shanks, Mihawk, and Ace to help them to become their best self?

Like you know motivational and inspiring thing...

I don't know if you can understand this. English is not my mother language. So it's so hard to explain. Sorry about that.

Thank you so much for writing.

With lots of love...❤️❤️❤️

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: law, shanks, mihawk, ace 𝐂/𝐖: fluff 𝐀/𝐍: Hi! Thank you very much for appreciating what I wrote and don't worry about your request, I understood. I hope you will like it and have a nice day! (｡◝‿◜｡) 𝐖/𝐂: 1.2k +

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𝐋𝐀𝐖

✧ You had been locked in your room for several weeks and you didn't want to come out. You didn't want to see people. You didn't want to listen to them. You didn't want to talk to them.

✧ You just wanted to spend your days alone in your blankets reading quietly with Law visiting in the evening to sleep.

✧ Everyone outside, even your friends, bored you: their conversations didn't interest you and their reactions annoyed you. Besides, you didn't see what you could talk to them about and, even when you tried, you were cut off. this invisibilization irritated you so much that you ended up not saying a word, plunging yourself even deeper into your boredom, and no longer coming.

✧ You had tried several times to come back to them but your interactions turned on you more and more until the arrival of the Straw Hats who had finished isolating you for good.

Their captain who shouted everywhere and ruined your peace. Their swordsman who turned on his heel in the middle of your sentence when you tried to talk to him. Or their navigator who had cut you off to call out to Shachi who was passing behind you with his winnings from his bets with the crew.

✧ You hadn't left your room since.

✧ Law didn't see your isolation in a good light so, given that you were only reading and your reading stock was dwindling, he mentioned the very well-stocked library of the Straw Hats. Innocently, of course.

✧ He arranged for the Straw Hats to start a party before you could get out. Not wanting to get stuck in the hubbub on your way back to your room, you decided to stay reading in the Sunny Library until the crowd dispersed. Law sent Robin to the library to read her book.

✧ You came home the next morning to talk to Law about the archaeologist who was nice and whose invitation you thought you would accept to meet up to read together. He just calmy replied: “Cool” even though he was very satisfied inside to see you regaining confidence in socialization.

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒

✧ You didn't have the motivation to do anything to advance your goals. You always pushed everything aside with an "I'll do it later" to continue reading until you found yourself in the evening and said to yourself "It's too late to start, I'll do it tomorrow".

✧ It was like this every day.

✧ One morning, Shanks came into your room humming after you went back. He approached you under your suspicious gaze and took your book from your hands before going to the window and casually throwing your book into the water over his shoulder.

You could have ripped him alive just for that.

✧ However, he took out an old crumpled sheet of paper from his pocket with a quill already inked on it and wrote your objective in large letters at the top of the page. Then he spent the rest of the morning with you on the bed figuring out all the steps to take before reaching your goal. He embellished the page with little drawings here and there to make it more “cool”.

✧ He called himself "the Emperor of the to-do list" throughout.

✧ The next day, you did one of the tasks on the list because it didn't take much time / effort and you could do it from your bed. You simply checked it off and, when Shanks came back in the evening, you showed him.

✧ Every time you checked a box, he showered you with a shower of congratulations as well as special drinking parties to celebrate your accomplishment.

✧ The whole crew also ended up getting involved and they all encouraged you in their own way.

𝐌𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊

✧ He was genuinely starting to worry about you: you didn't want to go out anymore and it had been weeks since you had seen the light of day.

No matter what he does, you always return to your bed after stocking up on food in the middle of the night in the castle kitchen. You stay all day under your covers. You would refuse his invitations every time he offered to accompany him outside the castle or during his missions outside Kuraigana. You always justified that you were more comfortable in your bed and that you didn't see the point in going out.

✧ He ironically thought that he was the one called a vampire.

✧ Finally, he got fed up. He waited for you in the kitchen during the night and started talking to you for a long time. You find his behavior quite strange but you keep talking, hoping that he will make fewer remarks to you later about the fact that you always stay locked in your bedroom.

However, when you opened the door to your room to finally snuggle into your soft pillows and blankets, you noticed that your bed was gone. Your bed was missing. You tried all the rooms in the castle but all the beds had disappeared. As well as all the pillows and blankets. There were none left in the entire castle.

✧ He then guided you towards Hitsugibune where his usual seat had been replaced by your blankets and pillows. You were shocked while he gave you the choice between staying on the island and sleeping on the cold stone floor or boarding with him and sleeping in comfortable bedding.

After toying with the idea of sleeping on the cold castle floor just to annoy him, you finally agree to go on his boat.

✧ After a few weeks of traveling, you realize that getting out of bed was the best solution because your days were no longer an endless blur. They no longer paraded at full speed without your having the slightest memory of them.

𝐀𝐂𝐄

✧ You wanted to start sport but you couldn't stay regular.

✧ You could tell yourself all the benefits it would give you (post-session well-being with endorphins, being more active in everyday life, more energy etc.) but you couldn't do it. Even motivational phrases like “the hardest part is to begin!” only made you feel even more depressed when you found yourself hopelessly in sportswear in your bed.

✧ You motivated yourself to do a week then you missed a session because you had aches. And another because you were tired. Then another one because you were lazy and, at rhis point, it wouldn't make a difference.

And you always ended up stopping.

✧ But Ace wanted to help you so he offered to accompany him on his next mission. You never refused to spend more time with him so you agreed.

✧ However, this trip as a couple was very different from the previous ones where you made all your trips at sea with his striker and those on land with the island's transport.

✧ This time, you did everything by yourself.

You paddled on the Grand Line while Ace helped you while telling you about his fights with Sea Kings. You hiked from one town to another while arguing with your idiot lover who had forgotten to take money for transportation. You climbed mountains hand in hand with him as you chatted happily.

✧ Finally, you got a taste for these privileged private moments with your boyfriend. They provided you with enough physical exercises to satisfy you without constraining you and you no longer felt the duty to do these sessions alone.

Congratulations, you found my 3rd Easter Egg Here a ʚ 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 ɞ as a token of my admiration

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @iheartamora @bontensh0e @opchara @lys-ada @xomingyu @dozcan123 @kai-wifey

[envies-writing-corner]

do you accept requests right now? if so, i'd like a cater diamond and rollo flamme version of this fic. i really loved the previous one.

feel free to disregard this if you don't write fir those characters or not taking reqs. thank you.

What if I Left? (Pt. 2)

Synopsis: With a previously "Gifted Child" partner who's burnt out and questions of NRC would be better off without them.

Genre: Angst

Contains: Cater Diamond, Riddle Rosehearts

CW: panic attacks, thoughts of not being good enough, overthinking, talk of sewerslide, etc.

Word Count: 1k

Part 1, Part 2

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You sighed shakily as you stepped out of the classroom and into the crowded hallways, clutching your folders to your chest as you tried to force down the lump in your throat. How did it come to this? You were the 'gifted kid' in your world, had excelled in these new classes during your first few months, and even helped tutor Ace when he was failing. Now, you had forgotten your assignment for Professor Crewel, been late to nearly every class today, and had gotten failing marks on two tests. What happened...?

It didn't matter at this point, all you knew was the tears were coming and fast, you couldn't cry, not here, not in front of everyone. You just had to breathe, right...? When did It become so difficult to breathe? Your mind was running miles a minute as you pushed through the crowd, not caring who you accidentally ran into, mumbling quiet apologies as you tried to run, not expecting your partner to find you.

Cater Diamond

The redheaded boy looked up as a body pushed past him, his phone dropped from his hand as he processed your form getting further and further away. It took him a moment to realize the situation before he chased after you. Quickly picking up his device and breaking into a full sprint, he called after you desperately trying to catch up despite the head start you had gained.

"Yo! Babe?! Slow down, please?" Cater's voice carried through the quickly emptying hallways, panting as he keeled over. He placed his hands on his knees as he found your curled-up form. He watched as your hands crumpled and ripped apart various note sheets and poor scoring tests. Your harsh sobbing grew as you threw the balls of paper away from yourself, not noticing your boyfriend's presence only mere feet away.

"(Y/N)," He mumbled out once he caught his breath. He quietly kneeled to your height, gently cupped your cheek, and lifted your head to look into your misty eyes. Softly rubbing the tear stains from your cheeks, he sighed and pulled you into his arms. "Hey, doll... What's going on? What's got you in such a state?"

Cater stumbled back as your sobs grew louder. You pushed your face against his neck and practically groveled in his arms, your voice no louder than a whimper against his skin. " Do you want me to be honest?" you said sobbing even harder. "Yes of course I do doll" Cater replied with a gentle yet concerned voice. "I can't anymore, Cater... I was made a fool today, no matter how hard I studied I couldn't do any better than a 'D'... I'm not meant for this school, I'm not good enough for anyone," The redhead frowned, about to argue back that you were worthy of good things and worthy of being here. "I'm not even good enough...for you..."

Cater's face burned red at the insinuation, not taking a second before pulling your lips together. As he tightened his arm around your waist, he attempted to tell you exactly how much you mean to him in a single kiss. He knew it would never be enough to show or tell you all the love he held for you, but it was a start. He took short breaths as you parted, hoping you had no reason to continue with the self-deprecating thoughts as your foreheads rested against each other. Cater silently promised to protect you, even if it was from yourself.

"I love you, doll... Never think that you're not enough. Even when things get rough, please try to remember there's at least one person who will miss you and will mourn."

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was studying when he heard it, the soft cries coming from a secluded corner of the library. At first, the housewarden had ignored it, trying to focus back in on his own notes. The harder he tried to block out the world, the harder it was to not hear the sobbing grow louder. Quickly standing from his seat, the redhead searched nearly every aisle, every nook and cranny, every corner. The sound didn't stop but continued to grow louder, your breath catching in your throat once you saw Riddle appear at the end of the bookshelves, his eyes softening at the sight of you.

"Rose?" He softly called out, eyebrows furrowed in worry as he looked over your tear-stained face, taking note of the trembling in your fingers that gripped the edges of your papers. Guilt began to plague Riddle, seeing a younger version of himself in your eyes, a scared child who wishes to prove themself. Sighing, he knelt down and gently took the papers from your hands, eyes tracing over the red marks and comments.

"I know what you're thinking, for I too felt that way once," Riddle whispered, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and beginning to wipe away your tears, his heart aching at the thought of you experiencing the same thing he did as a child. Remembering the same pain you are feeling right now, the desperation to be enough for someone. "this isn't how it has to be... You've helped me during my worst, it's only right that I return the favor."

The soft cloth was dabbed against your cheeks, carefully drying the wet streaks along your skin as Riddle smiled softly, leaning forward and pressing a gentle but love-filled kiss to your forehead. "You're not alone in this and you never will be."

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Authors Note: Thank you for requesting! I currently don't write for Rollo Flamme and don't have current plans too soon. I have taken down and changed the original draft to include another student so I hope this is to your liking! If there's anything else you'd like to see, please feel free to request! My inbox is always open!

[luvfy0dor]

Hey! I just found your fics and love your writing. I was wondering if you could do a fluff fic of bsd characters x a gender neutral reader who has lost their voice or is mute. I don’t know who you write, but maybe atsushi or sigma? Thanks :DDD

BSD W/ Mute GN!Reader !! ༉‧₊˚.

╰┈➤ Sigma, Atsushi ♡

Description; As the title says!! I'm not really sure what else to add lol

Warnings/Disclaimers; Sigmas is a little longer than Atsushis, so apologies for that! They are both pretty similar, but I did my best!! ♡

A/N; Ahhh this is so cute!!! Absolutely!! I'm going to post like...a master list of characters I will write for soon, but I will absolutely write for them!! I really hope I fulfilled this request respectfully!!

Sigma !! ༉‧₊˚.

Sigma spends all of his free time obsessing over his customers at the Sky Casino. Any medical issue or detail, he'll know about it and do his very best to accommodate you. He's very aware of your inability or unwillingness to speak, but that would not stop him from trying to communicate with you.

Scenario ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Mid-poker game, you started to feel a bit parched, and that feeling is what led you to the bar. You weren't exactly in the mood for anything else on the menu, so you settled on water. While the bartender catered to other customers, you grabbed one of the napkins and a pen, jotting down the letters. While you wrote it down, you could almost feel someone staring holes into the back of your head. You turned around, only to see no one in particular looking at you. You twisted back around, feeling a bit unsettled.

A couple seconds later, you're surprised to see someone appear next to you, completely disregarding all of the open seats. The man sits down, his long hair falling gracefully over his shoulders. He smiles before grabbing a napkin and a pen, scribbling onto the thin paper.

"I don't mean to be creepy or rude, but you look lovely. You're very good at poker, too." You read on the note. You smile a bit and nod, scribbling down a reply. "Thanks, I like your hair. It's a pretty color." You pass the paper back. The bartender brings you your water and you hesitate to get up, noticing the man scribbling down something else. "My name is Sigma, yours?"

You think for a minute, deciding whether or not you wanted to give your real name. This guy claims his name is Sigma, you've never heard such a ridiculous thing, but he was dressed nicely and seemed sweet. You grabbed the pen.

"Y/n. Do you talk? Sorry if that's rude lol" The paper is now back in his hands. You can see a smile appear on his face. Instead of grabbing the pen again, he nods. "Yes, I do. Would it make you more comfortable if I verbally talked to you?" He said with the tilt of his head. "I just know you don't, so I thought maybe you'd feel a little less alarmed by me, but I guess it makes me seem weirder." He says with a quiet and embarrassed chuckle, his deep voice throwing you off a little.

You had a lot of questions. How does this man know you can't/don't talk? Who gave him that whack ass haircut? Why was he so interested in you? Not that you really minded his company, but why? You decided to quickly sum up your thoughts, unfolding the napkin and writing gently, hoping the thin sheet wouldn't rip.

"Either is fine. Your voice is nice. How'd you know I don't speak? And what made you wanna come up to me?" He read it over and you could tell he was grateful for the compliment.

"Oh, thank you. I just know my customers very well and do my best to accommodate them. I feel like that's something a good manager should do. And I don't know, I just noticed you stepping away from the table and thought I should take the chance to voice my thoughts." He says, his voice firm as he makes continuous eye contact with you. He rests his head in one of his hands. You grab a new napkin, the original being filled up with conversation. The sound of the ink transferring from the ballpoint to the the napkin going unheard because of the noisy surrounding.

"That is, be careful though, some people might think you're a stalker. You seem like a good person to run this place. And that's very sweet of you, thank you." You slide the paper back over to him, taking a sip of your water. A couple of minutes ago, you were slightly off put by Sigmas presence, but you didn't mind it one bit now. You actually enjoyed it a little, it didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable like most conversations strangers strike up with you in public. Sigma let out a quiet chuckle, nodding.

"You're right, you're right. You're also very interesting. I would really love to talk to you more, do you think you'll return to the Sky Casino soon?" Sigma asks, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he bites down on the inside of his cheek. He nervously watches you pick the pen up and scribble down a couple words.

"We've barley talked, but I absolutely plan on coming back. Do you want my number?" He reads the paper, nodding. Not too enthusiastically, but making sure he doesn't seem disinterested. You smile and write the numbers down clearly.

"###-###-####, if you message me I'll reply before I go to sleep, left my phone in my suite." With that, you continue sipping your water as you walk away from the bar. If you said you weren't feeling a little giddy you would be a big fat liar. You look around the casino, trying to decide what you wanted to do or play next, your heart a little warmer and your throat a little less dry.

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When returning to your casino suite, you were greeted with a dry and message-less phone. You thought perhaps Sigma had either blew you off or he was busy with his manager-ly duties. You brushed it off and practically fell asleep the second your head hit the pillow, drifting off into a dreamless rest.

The next morning, however, you received the message you were anticipating so highly.

"Hey, so sorry I didn't message until late. Would you like to go to get something to eat in the morning, maybe?" You smiled, typing out you're reply.

"Sounds good, when and where?"

Atsushi Nakajima !! ༉‧₊˚.

Atsushi is unaware at first, thinking you were just quiet and reserved, but once he's informed by Ranpo that you're infact mute, he actually tries to communicate with you more.

Scenario ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

The sun shines through the windows of the ADA, hitting your back warmly. You filled out the papers you were given, neatly writing down words on a mission report. The soft singing of birds occasionally served as distractions, pulling your attention away and out the window. You're pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of the door opening, light footsteps walking through the open space.

Atsushi and Kyouka were in the middle of eating some donuts that they presumably bought for everyone in the ADA, considering the large quantity. They had two dozen donuts, including the ones in their hands.

"Hey, Y/N! Uhm, we have some donuts if you want some! There's a bunch of different kinds." Atsushi says, walking towards your desk with the donuts. This time around, Atsushi seemed far more confident when speaking to you. He proudly set the donuts on your desk with a few napkins, letting you have your pick. You picked out your two favorites of the flavors, setting them on the napkin and smiling up at him, giving him a small, appreciative nod.

Atsushi smiled back, his cheeks slightly pink. You both can hear the door open and turn back to see Ranpo and Yosano walking in, mid-conversation with each other. Ranpo almost immediately spots the boxes of donuts and double takes, making his way over.

"Oooo, these looks real good, Atsushi! Did ya get them from that new place down the street?* He asks, taking a bite of one of the donuts. "Oh, yeah. Kyouka wanted to try it." Kyouka nods in confirmation, humming in satisfaction with her strawberry-frosted donut. "Ohhh, and I see you worked up the courage to talk to y/n, too!" Ranpo giggles, pointing over at your donuts. Atsushi started to blush a bit more, his eyes averting to you at your desk.

You tilt your head curiously. Ranpo notices, deciding to answer the question he (correctly) assumed you had.

"Atsushi was all nervous to talk with you because he thought you didn't like interacting with everyone." You nod in understanding, softly laughing. Atsushi scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Sorry, I hope that's not weird or nothin'." Atsushi mumbles.

You just shake your head, reassuring him that it's alright. You took a post-it from your desk and started scribbling down some writing before peeling it from the stack and passing it to him. He softly whispers the sentence aloud to himself.

"You can talk to me anytime, I don't bite. I think you're very cool." A smile appears on his face. "Thank you! That's very nice of you. I would compliment something about you, but I really don't know all that much. You look very nice, though. Maybe we could...y'know, set something up and get to know each other? Hang out?" He says, blushing as he looks anywhere but into your eyes.

You smile and nod, grabbing the post-it gently from his hands. You write down your phone number and put a little heart next to it, also writing down specific times you're going to be free within the next week. You hand back the paper to him and he smiled, nodding.

"Alright, I'm free friday night, too. Is there any other day you'd prefer more or..?" He asks, trying to ensure that friday night is the best option. You just shake you're head and mouth "No, Friday." He smiles "Alright, then it's...it's a date." He grins and makes his way back over to his desk, giggling and grinning like an idiot.

[v3nusxsky]

I'm ill at the moment so I was wondering if you could do a lesso or larissa (your choice) where r is sick and tries to hide it by still teaching but the other notices and looks after them

Let me look after you| h&c

*Authors note~ I hope this provides some comfort for anyone who needs it, it's providing me comfort by writing it. Dt ~ rip ems🥺🤭*

Trigger warnings~ sick r mentions of being sick

Prompt~see ask.^^^^^

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You hate being sick, that's a fact. But this time it was even worse because you couldn't find your special bear. You normally kept him on the shelf by your bed but you'd not been able to find him for the last week. It didn't bother you so much when you were feeling okay. But now you were sick you would be lying to say you didn't want to curl up into bed with him and sleep the aches and pains away.

Instead you decided to push through the pain, you woke up after Larissa left for her office, with coughs that were wrecking your lungs so much so you thought they'd collapse. Your nose running like a facet and your head pounding as if it was being beaten with a spiked bat. You tried to shift into a sitting position as your aching muscles protested your vision started to blur. How on earth did you think you'd get through the rest of the day?

You knew if Larissa knew you were sick she'd excuse you and herself from classes and work and she'd take care of you. But you don't like being sick and inconveniencing people especially Larissa. She loves her job and she is amazing at it, you know of the stress it brings so why would you bother her with a silly little cold?

You somehow dragged yourself from the sheets sipped on water and took some medicine for the symptoms, stuffing your pockets off tissues you set off for your class. Thankfully most had mid exams so you'd not have to worry about your scratchy throat being overused too much. You'd only got through one period and you felt like death warmed up. You were pretty sure you'd have no voice at the end of the day even with the minimal talking you were doing.

Your dry crackly cough was screwing with Wednesdays concentration, a quick glance around the room showed many other students shooting you concerned looks. So of course Wednesday had to be the one to abruptly leave the classroom before you could even finish your fit of coughing.

Larissa knew you were stubborn but to think of you struggling to work in your condition made her heart constrict at Wednesdays words. Despite her monotone voice and lack of facial expression, Larissa knew Wednesday was also concerned for your health. The young Addams seem to have a soft spot for you so she thanked her and went on her way to find you.

The class ended and students left before you collapsed taking in the papers, the sickness now raging on with a fever that was borderline dangerous. That's how Larissa found you. "Darling? Oh god my love you have to stop being so stubborn"she murmured scooping up your collapsed body. She gently carried you to your joint bedroom before sending a quick email to others letting them know you needed covering and Larissa would be working from "home."

You began to stir moaning in pain as you felt the uncomfortable heat of your fever raging on. "Ris" you whimpered before your eyes were even open. "I'm here darling can I take your temperature?" You whimpered allowing her to touch your forehead. "Darling, it's much to high let's go cool you off, get some medicine for you and you can sleep all cuddled up with me. How does that sound love?"  Larissa didn't even wait for your sleepy hum of approval before getting you a cool bath and some medicine to fight the illness.

She was careful but quick and it wasn't long before you were cuddled up on her chest in one of her big t shirts that she would always deny owning if asked. "Mmm sorry mm sick" you whimpered only to be hushed by the blonde. "Hush sweetheart, sleep now okay?" You immediately clung to her in your feverish haze, "stay." Larissa couldn't help but chuckle, "of course darling, I'm here now rest."

Word count~ 739

[kennyvparse]

What if Kent kept a chart of how many penalties/what kind of penalties the Aces got throughout the season?

(Minor spoilers from my “Up-and-Down and Barely Made” series)

Although Kent had mostly retired his binder from his rookie season, he still liked to look at it from time to time. He had to admire his organization and color coordination when it came to creating spreadsheets for players and teams.

He did love a good spreadsheet.

Since he had been out with an upper body for two weeks and was out for at least two more, he was bored out of his mind. He’d go to practices and get rehabbed. He would go to games and watch his team as calmly as he could, which usually lasted a whole 4 minutes into a period before he had to get up and take a lap around the concourse.

He started paying attention to the team’s penalties his second game in the box because A) it was a dumb penalty to take at a bad time in the game and 2) that would have never happened if he were on the ice. Or at least closer.

By the fourth game in the box he had gone through all of the team’s penalties during the season so far and catalogued them. After doing some calculations and determining which penalties weighed what on his specific scale, he put all of the information together in a nice, colorful, spreadsheet.

He really did love a good spreadsheet.

Especially if it was printed out on some nice card stock with some colorful ink with a good font.

This one needed to be seen.

When the team arrived in the locker room they all noticed something new on the whiteboard that Garrett had dutifully kept track of all the team fines. There was a sheet of paper that was laminated and taped to the bottom left corner. It was a table with everyone’s names, their penalty minutes, and some other statistics. The most eye-catching part of the spreadsheet was the color coded bar to the left of their game that was some shade of red, yellow, or green.

“What the shit is this?” Pierre-Louis asked, the color next to his name obviously red.

“What’s what?” Jeff asked, walking up and seeing the color next to his name some sort of yellow-green. Or green-yellow. “What the shit is this?” he asked.

This brought the entire team to the board one by one.

“Am I in trouble?” Pierre-Louis asked. “Does red mean I’m in trouble?”

“I don’t think so?” Payton said. “Coach never said anything, right?” Not that he had anything to worry about. The color next to his name was green.

“So what the hell is this?”

“Just ignore it,” Garrett replied.

“Easy for you to say. Your name is green. Like very green.”

Garrett walked over and pulled the laminated sheet off and tossed it on the floor. “There. It’s fine. Go shower. You all smell.”

Pierre-Louis went to grab it and brought it to his stall. “Why would someone make this if we weren’t supposed to learn something from it?” he asked.

“If Coach wants to tell us something, he’ll tell us,” Jeff said.

“Yeah. You’re right,” Pierre-Louis said, but he kept the card with him, looking it over. He really had been taking way too many dumb penalties lately. He’d need to change that.

Two games later, after returning from a short roadie, another sheet showed up.

“Red-orange!” Pierre-Louis said. “Not deep red! Let’s fucking go!”

“What?” Jeff said, walking over to the board. He looked at it and frowned. “What the hell?” His color changed from yellow-green to a yellow-orange. Sure he took a dumb penalty against the Sharks, but dumb penalties were to be taken because it was against the Sharks. “Who is doing this?”

Jeff looked around at his teammates who were all stripping down to shower after practice. Kent was in the corner talking to their coaches. He knew Kent was trying to negotiate getting on the ice sooner than his expected timeline.

Thank goodness the coaches were shaking their heads. They were going to let him take as much time as he needed to heal.

Jeff ripped the sheet off and tossed it into Pierre-Louis’s stall. He angrily took off his jersey with the thought that he was going to show whoever it was that was making these dumb spreadsheets that he was going to be better behaved for the next few games.

No one was expecting a sheet to show up after their next home game so seeing a new one put up was a surprise to almost everyone.

Pierre-Louis was the first to the board. “Orange! Fuck yeah!”

“Just take it down,” Jeff said.

“Hey, no. I want to see,” Payton said. “There’s someone more re…” His voice trailed off and he looked up at his brother.

“What?” Jeff asked.

“Nothing,” Payton said, handing it to Pierre-Louis.

“No, not nothing. Give me the thing, Sycs.”

Pierre-Louis held it out to him, but Payton grabbed it and tried to rip it in half. It did not go well. “Stupid. Fucking. Lamination,” he said as he struggled.

Jeff grabbed it and saw it. “Okay, who the fuck is doing this? These colors don’t even make sense!” he yelled as he saw his stats change and the color next to his name go more toward red. He stomped out of the locker room. “Darren!”

Garrett walked up to Kent who was sitting in his stall with his phone. He kicked Kent in the shin. “What are you doing?”

“Ow,” Kent said, looking up. “I’m ordering something to eat.”

“Not that. What are you doing with those spreadsheets?”

Kent looked up and smirked. “How did you know it was me?”

“Because no one has the time to do this. And no one likes making spreadsheets as much as you do. So, why are you doing this?”

Kent shrugged. “I’m bored.”

“Bored.”

“I haven’t made a good spreadsheet in a while.”

Garrett rolled his eyes. “You better be careful before you drive your team crazy with this.”

Kent’s smirk changed into a smile as Garrett walked away.

Kent really, really did love a good spreadsheet.

[tarisilmarwen]

RobStar Week 2023, Day 2 - Carnival/Amusement Park

(Shhh, I know I'm late.)

---

Kory glanced aside at Dick knowingly as he switched the turn signal on, moving them towards the right lane of the highway.

He took his eyes off the road briefly, sending her a conspiratorial wink.

Grinning, Kory waited until they were about half a mile away from their exit, before calling back to the two children in the backseat, both slumped over and staring glumly out their windows, disappointed over the end of their trip.

"Mar'i? Jake? Can you look out the window to your right and tell me what you see?" she asked them, failing to hide the mischievous sparkle in her green eyes.

Mar'i was on the right side, and lifted her head from her chin curiously, sending a puzzled squint out the window as the sign for the exit came up.

They knew the moment she'd realized because an ear-splitting excited squeal at an unholy decible shook the car.

"IT'S WETZLEYWOOOOOORLD!" Mar'i shouted, fists clenched, bouncing in her seat.

"What's Wetzleyworld?" asked Jake, leaning over and straining to see.

"Oh my gosh, Jake, it's so fun! We came once when you and I were little, I think you were two, it's the most awesomest, funnest, coolest place ever!" She squealed again, the seatbelt straining to contain her as she floated a half-inch above her seat. "It's got bumper cars and rock climbing and rollercoasters and a Ferris wheel and-"

Dick and Kory smiled at each other from the front seats, pleased at having kept the impromptu visit a surprise for their little ones.

"Hope they still have the Whirl-a-Gig Tower," Dick commented, sliding the car neatly into the exit lane.

"Oh yes, that one was one of my favorites as well," Kory agreed, nodding. Her eyes pinched suddenly, skin wrinkling between her brows. "Did you hear they tore down the Sonic Splashdown?"

He glanced askance at her. "No!" he said, dismayed and in disbelief. "Aww man, we loved that one. It was the perfect cooldown ride for summer."

"I hear they have revamped it with a newer style. It will still be a water ride just... not as big," she hastened to inform him, not quite able to hide her own disappointment.

Dick gave a grumbling sigh. "Guess it can't be helped." He checked over with her, pulling them up to a stoplight. "You've got all our passes?"

She nodded, slipping her hand into the canvas bag in her lap and producing them, four slightly folded sheets of paper. "Indeed. We need to present these at the front gates, which will gain us admittance, and then we must report to the Customer Service booth to gain the laminated badges."

He reached over and squeezed her hand, warmly affectionate. "Thanks for handling that, Star," he told her gratefully. "I know it was a lot to handle on short notice."

Kory flipped a bit of her hair back proudly. "It was nothing," she declared. "I rather enjoyed talking to the service representative; she was very nice and helpful and is expecting a third child in May."

Dick chuckled. Leave it to his Starfire to make friends with a total stranger.

The light flipped to green and he released the brake, taking the turn into the drive that led to the main entrance.

***

The crowds were impressive, several groups of students, families, and youth groups in matching shirts scattered here and there, and dozens of individual families milling around as well. The noise of their talking was matched only by the noise of the amenities, roaring coasters rattling on their tracks, vendors hawking for players at the prize booths, popcorn and cotton candy machines going full steam. The park's kindly mascot, Wetzley the Walrus, twinkled round black eyes out from plushies, billboards, and signage.

Mar'i was already begging for a giant pink flamingo prize hanging above the baseball toss. Dick paid the extra fee and let Kory have the honors, watching her wind up and let a rip with just a touch of her alien strength.

Just a touch was all it took, toppling the whole stack of weighted bottles with a magnificent clatter. Kory beamed as the attendant handed her the flamingo, and Dick felt a rush of nostalgia and adoration; His wife had wanted the same stuffed prize years and years ago when they'd first come here, on what was technically their first date. Technically because they had still been in that weird awkward stage of, "We're just friends, we don't totally like each other at all, but I still really care about impressing you."

The asshole who had prevented him from even taking a turn at the game was no longer working that particular booth, he was satisfied to see.

Mar'i was making grabby hands with her fingers. "Can I hold it? Can I? Can I?"

Kory frowned. "I do not believe that is a good idea, Mar'i. It it much larger than you are, and we do not want to attract attention."

"Awwww!" Mar'i groaned in disappointment, dropping her hands.

"Besides," Dick said, coming up closer, "we're going to have them reserve it at the front for us. That way it won't get wet or dirty before we take it home."

Mar'i mumbled but accepted that logic. Jake, meanwhile, had spotted the carousel.

"MOMMY!" he squealed, pointed excitedly. "DADDY! THEY HAVE A SEAHORSE!"

"Yeah?" Dick responded, leaning down with hands on his knees, matching his son's excitement.

"Yes, see!"

"Well we'd better go ride it then," he urged, taking the flamingo as Kory passed it to him, handing it in turn to the park runner who had just been summoned to fetch the large prize to the front for safekeeping.

Jake was off like a rocket, his sister three steps behind him.

"Do not get too far ahead!" Kory called in worried warning, trying to keep up.

***

When all the coasters had been ridden at least once—and some of them twice—multiple snacks consumed, both children's faces painted with bright designs—Mar'i had gotten a swirling gold and silver configuration called Azure Princess and Jake had gotten the tusks and beady eyes of the ever-ubiquitous Wetzley—and everyone's calves and feet were thoroughly exhausted Dick finally called an end to the day.

Mar'i trudged along sleepily at his side, while Kory held a dozing Jake, his little arms draped around her shoulders.

"I am glad we could share this with them again," Kory said, as they made their way through the exit gate, picking up their flamingo on the way. She smiled in a way that made his heart flip inside him. "This is still my favorite place to come with you," she said, voice soft.

His cheeks heated and like that he was mentally fifteen again, gaping in awe at how pretty she was, how vibrant and full of life and endless enthusiasm.

"Yeah," was all he could say to agree.

Their hands found each other's as they walked across the parking lot, son and daughter and flamingo in tow, the orange light of sunset splashing across the sky.

[qwnelisa]

HIIIIIIIII HOW ARE U DOING

I wanted to ask for a pound cake with Mafuyu having an older sister that her mom told her about BUT Mafuyu's mom Oly talked shit about her to Mafuyu like "I don't want you to end up like your older sister" but one day Mafuyu's sister comes home just hang out when she sees that Mafuyu you know Mafuyu when alone like u know emotionless Mafuyu and she (the sister) realizes that she ended up just like her , so when they went to Mafuyu's room and you can decide what happens from here (could also please add reader smacking the living shit out of Mafuyu's Mom Ty 😋😘)

You are free to ignore this obviously But make sure to drink alot of water eat something and get some sleep HAVE A NICE DAY/NIGHT

yay

YOU AND I ARE NOT SO DIFFRENT - mafuyu x reader (platonic)

im so pleased that my pound cake requests have been booming! sorry for all those who have been waiting! i was just getting ready to post them all together!

Mafuyu was the perfect girl.

She was lovely, she was kind. She helped students around the school, her grades were on top, she was the honour student.

Being jealous of her was not un-common, but today, she was feeling a bit upset and jealous of her peers instead.

Mafuyu had gotten a 85% on her maths test while her classmates had gotten 90%.

"What would I tell mother?" She whispered.

"You'll be fine, Asahina!" Her classmates laughed at her, "it's only 85%!"

"Its only 85%..." Mafuyu looked at her pencil, gripping it tightly.

The bell rung, it was time to go home.

"Bye, Asahina!" Mafuyus' classmates said to her, waving while she stood in the class alone.

The silence in the room was loud, it was just Mafuyu and her mind.

"What would I tell mother...I didn't study hard enough..." Mafuyu tightened her stare at the pencil.

"Mafuyu?"

"Huh?"

[name] stood at the door, watching her little sister intently, "you ready to go home? Or do you want to sleep here?"

Mafuyu plastered a smile on her face, "Sorry, I'm ready to go home. Could you wait outside of the campus? I've left my stuff in my homeroom."

"Of course, Mafuyu." [name] said, walking down the stairs.

You were tired, it had been a long day and you just wanted to go somewhere nice and quiet, you hoped that mom wasn't home.

You hoped for both Mafuyu and you.

A ping came from your phone, picking it up gingerly, it was from mother.

'Hello, how was school? Pick up the tofu from the convenience store would you? I brought some. Thank you.'

It was an awkward text, so awkward you would mistake it for two employees working together.

'School was good, thank you. I'll pick it up and buy some snacks.' You texted back, putting your bitterness towards her into the text.

"I'm here," Mafuyu came down the stairs.

"Mafuyu, I'll walk you to the bus stop but I have to go to the convenience store, for mom."

Mafuyu smiled, "Alright. Stay safe."

The pair went to the bus stop, going their separate ways.

Mafuyu made it home, regretting telling her mother she was getting her maths test results back.

"I'm home!" Mafuyu took off her shoes.

"Oh, hello Mafuyu."

Mafuyus mother looked at Mafuyu carefully, looking for a small crack in her persona.

"How was school?"

"Good, mother."

"I'm making [name]s' childhood food, it's congee."

"That sounds great."

Mafuyu's mother looked at her, "say...how was your test?'

Mafuyu gripped her bag tightly, "mother..."

"Yes?"

"I'm-"

Mafuyus mother grabbed her bag gently, practically ripping the bag open. She rummaged through her daughters bag, looking for a sheet of paper with 100% circled.

Instead, she had a 85% in her hand.

"Mafuyu..."

"I'm really sorry-"

Mafuyus mother walked towards her, making Mafuyu stress.

'What is she going to do?'

'Is she going to hit me? Is she going to-'

Instead, Mafuyu's mother hugged her.

"Its okay Mafuyu, just not your fault."

What?

"Mom..?"

"Its okay, mommy's here, don't be sad."

Mafuyu looked at her mother, her eyes wide.

"Its not your fault Mafuyu. It's not yours."

"What do you mean?"

"Its not your fault..." Mafuyus mother looking icily at her.

"Oh its your sisters."

Mafuyu looked wildly at her mother, breaking her persona.

"[name]? What do you mean mom? It's not [name]s fault!"

"That little bug, she's been influencing you."

"Mom?!"

"I refuse to let you end up like your older sister! Not focusing on your studies, huh? Are you too busy playing games?"

Mafuyu took a step back, "No...what?"

"I took her to the expensive tutoring night, I worked hard for you and your sister. [name] was never greatful." Mafuyu's mother looking at her, taking a step forward. "Oh how she begged me to go play with her friends, I wouldn't let her. Studying for a better future is all that she needs.”

Mafuyus mother grabbed onto her shoulders, “You need that too….it’s for you, Mafuyu. Oh dear, you don’t understand…”

Silent was echoed into the room, making Mafuyu's heart break.

"Now...lets eat."

Mafuyu’s heart was stopped at the awkward silence in the room, with her hair falling in front of her face, see seemed more concerned about it than her congee.

Mafuyu’s mother smiled gently at her.

“Darling, stop picking at your food.”

“Yes…I’m sorry.”

She set down her spoon just in time to hear the door open.

“I’m home!” [name] yelled.

Mafuyu’s eyes widened, look at the doorway for your face to come in.

[name] entered the room to be met with Mafuyu’s frantic head shakes and her mother smiling thinly at her, her eyes were cold.

“Hello, darling. Did you pick up what I asked you to?”

[name] ignored Mafuyu’s head shakes to not answer and threw on the table a bag that smelled of soybeans.

“There. Now, I’ll make my own-”

“There’s congee on the stove-“

“…okay.”

[name] did everything to try not and bite at her with words and bit her lip, Mafuyu avoided your gaze, still not speaking.

Soon, it was over. Mafuyu sighs in relief, going back into her room.

“I’ll wash the dishes.” You slapped your hand on the table, grabbing the dishes while not looking at her mother.

“Good girl…” She whispered, not looking at you but at your hand.

[name] washed the dishes while her mother was sitting on the couch.

“I’m going to leave for something. Goodbye.” [name]’s mother grabbed her keys and left, making Mafuyu come out.

Mafuyu sat on the couch, holding a book but not reading it.

You soon came out, taking your gloves off and throwing them into the bin.

“Why the long face?” [name] sneered.

Mafuyu jumped and looked at you, her eyes were dull and she looked…emotionless.

“…how did you deal with it?”

“Huh?”

“…”

[name]’s eyes looked at her emotionless ones. They looked familiar. Too familiar.

‘It’s gotten to her too…’

“What’s gotten to me? Your speaking out loud.” Mafuyu’s voice interrupted you.

“I was speaking…?”

“Yes.”

You looked at her softly, your smile sad.

“You and I…we are not so different.”

[name] sits next to her, her eyes sad.

“The pressure…huh?”

“It’s not the pressure! I’ve told myself that and I believe it! I just…I just don’t know! Do i have to keep up to the standards she sets for me?! Why…?! It’s always the papers…it’s always about something I did! It’s never about me…she doesn’t care…”

You listen, looking straight ahead while she begins to sob.

“I-I’m so tired! I hate this! Why…?!?! Why was I born?!?”

“It’s what she wants…she did that to me too…there really is no escape is there…?”

Mafuyu looks at you, her eyes still watery.

“H-huh?”

Smiling at her with dull eyes, you speak quietly.

“She did that to me too…I was locked in my room at one point…it was before you were born…she was a monster at heart. I didn’t want you. Not because I was jealous, because I didn’t want you to go through what I went through.”

“I was only used for her personal gain, she saw me as a trophy, not as a daughter. As long as she got what i want, I would be…happy.”

“I lost it. I almost ended it. But I needed to make sure you were okay…I couldn’t let her win.” [name] looks at her little sister, putting an arm around her.

“Ahh…sweet sweet mother, hm?”

Mafuyu let’s her tears fall and buries her head into your shoulder, crying.

Wrapping your arms around her, you pat her head. Mother did the same too, when you got a bad test result, she would scold you and make you beg for forgiveness. But only…it was coming from sympathy.

“Don’t let her win, Mafuyu.”

She nods her head into your shoulder, gripping your jacket.

“Promise me…please. Promise me you’ll never, ever, let her win. Live your own life. You can’t let someone who doesn’t even love you control you.”

Mafuyu lifts her head up and tries for a smile.

“…I will. I won’t let her win….!”

“Good.” You smile at her, feeling your chest become more heavy.

[name] gets up and begins walking to her bedroom door, but turns around.

“We could run away.”

“…what?”

Shaking her head, [name] turns around and walks, making Mafuyu confused.

“Nevermind.”

Im so sorry if this is not what you wanted, modyuki, but thank you for your order!!!

POUND CAKE

- any type of sibling love

[g3nd3rflu1db1tch]

My girlfriend doesn’t remember this but the way we started dating is quite literally an enamies to friend to lovers pipeline.

Said pipeline goes as follows

In 6th grade math class we had to do an assignment with a partner and my favorite person happened to be in that class so obviously I was gonna pair up with her, but she had decided to do it with somebody else instead. My autistic 11 year old self thought of this as a rejection and so I didn’t bother trying to find somebody else to partner up with.

Well doing the assignment myself wasn’t an option for some reason so the teacher tried to pair me up with the only other kid that didn’t have a partner. But because this person wasn’t me favorite person I couldn’t work with them. So I threw a fit and was sent to the little side room that the classroom had to fill out a “green sheet” (basically a behavior sheet).

So I did that and then sulked under the table because what else was I to do. About half way through the class the teacher being the kid in with the paper and leaves us to it. Despite how much I hated it I worked with my now mortal enemy (at least in my mind) to complete the paper. At the end of class we leave and go about our lives (and the teacher ripped up the green sheet so like what was even the point of having me do it wtf miss Gardner)

I ignore the kid in the halls because I am incapable of letting go of anything and for some reason I saw the fact that the teacher forced us to work together as their fault. Covid hits, school closes, Covid more or less ends, school reopens and the kid is in my choir class.

Time has passed so I’m more or less Indifferent to their existence in my space. My friends become friends with them tho so over the course of a month or so I become friends with them. Then in November my boyfriend at the time tells me that my now girlfriend has a crush on me. My bf was poly and so our relationship was kind of an open deal so after class I decided to ask the person about it.

WELL APPARENTLY WHILE I HAD MY HEADPHONES IN BEFORE TALKING TO THEM ABOUT IT THEY STRAIGHT CONFESSED TO ME AND I JUST DIDNT HEAR IT. SO HERE I AM LIKE AN ASSHOLE LIKE A MINUTE AFTERWARDS GOING “hey so, Kodi said you have a crush on me. Is that true?” AND THIS ABSOLUTE SAINT JUST GOES “yeah. I just told you that”

So anyways like the idiot who didn’t know I was aromantic yet I was at the time I asked them if they wanted to date. They say yes, we start dating, a year later she tells me she’s trans, nada bing bada boom I have a girlfriend with a gorgeous flower name (Dahlia), she has a fucking idiot as a partner and life’s all good.

Then I decided to tell my best friend (the favorite person from 6th grade the worked with somebody else forcing me to work with my now gf [thanks Janie couldn’t have done it without you]) about the whole story and this mf says “oh so like real life enemies to lovers. Your love story is a fanfic trope”.

And oh my god.

I both hate and love that fact with all my heart

(Dahlia my love if you see this I’m sorry I was such a cunt in 6th grade)

[have-some-heals]

Ardent-2 & Nova on the future

⚠️ Spoilers ⚠️

A ring of light circled the small ghost as it flexed in and out adjusting to the new shell the titan had found for them.

“This feels a bit plain” Nova said after a moment. The ghost’s titan was laid out on the ground surrounded by old magazines that had been collected. A large sheet of paper laid in front of them. Gently the titan flipped through pages and every now and again ripped one out.

“The idea is to blend in while standing out… it’s called peacocking” the titan pointed at an article in the magazine. “You said you want Veles to notice you so maybe this new shell will do the trick” ripping another page out of the old magazine Ardent-2 added it to a pile of other photos.

“And what is it you are doing again” the ghost asked after expanding in anger but biting back the argument and instead changing the subject to the odd behavior of the titan.

“After the mask incident last week I went to Eris to talk and she said something about this being one of the methods her therapist recommended for trauma… it’s called a seeing sheet.” The titan sat up a bit and looked at the ghost. “ I’m supposed to take pictures from these old printings and cut them out. Then I stick them in this bigger paper and I hang it somewhere to remind me what I’m aiming for…”

“Isn’t that why you guardians have that Bray site where you press the little add button and things get added to a digital folder?” The ghost moved over to the computer and pulled the screen up navigating to the built in app. The message icon in the corner flashed as the ghost looked through what the titan had already added. “Are you planning a togetherness ceremony?” The ghost asked as the images were mostly stills of other events. Every few adds there would be some image of a dress or suit, or a food arrangement, a table setting, and even some rings”

“No, that’s just in case one day they ever do get to talking” the titan said standing up after a few moments. He moved to the screen and skimmed the messages deleting a few from a particular warlock.

One message caught his eye though and he quickly opened it.

Ardent-2,

Come see me when you can,

Crow

The message was short but had been sent recently. Ardent-2 waived his hand sending the screen away and set course for the helm. “Wonder what he could want with us”

———

The Helm looked the same as ever as Ardent-2 made his way to where he had been told crow was. The newer guardian rarely called on him so he figured it must be important.

Crow was standing in the hall where he normally stood, only Ardent was noticing some odd details. More books, more furniture… more stuff. ‘I wonder if they moved him into the hall’ the titan thought as he looked around.

“Guardian, thank you for joining me” Crow spoke softly and steadily as ever. “I hope I didn’t panic you with my message but glint insisted we see you in person to get a report on the headless ones.” Crow gestured to a small bench and indicted the titan to sit.

“Oh I’m not much of a researcher” The titan sat on the bench cautiously- Not putting all his weight on it. “And to be honest I’ve been out of sorts recently…” he looked over the other guardian a pang of guilt washing over him. Who was he to miss Amanda and pity himself when Amanda and Crow had- his thoughts were cut off.

“I understand. I know what it feels like to learn something shocking about yourself.” Crow offered the titan a smile and sat next to him. “When I found out I had caused, no had planned Caydes death…” Crow took a breath and then rested a hand in the titans back. “If you find you can’t keep looking back then I suggest you find something to look forward to.” He stood slowly and gave a nod to the titan before moving to a bookshelf to straighten a few of the books. “If you learn anything Glint would love to know… and here this was in Amanda’s things” Crow handed a photo of the titan and pilot working on his ship. The expo was covered in oil and Amanda was clearly laughing at him.

Ardent-2 took a moment to look over the photo before pocketing it. He then nodded at Crow as he stood. “I know it’s not my place but Amanda would give me a lashing if I didn’t say anything to ya while I was here… she’d be okay with you falling again. In fact, the Amanda I knew would be pretty upset with us both…” The titan didn’t hang about to talk more about the sensitive matter.

Crow waited till he was sure he was alone before opening the book where the photo had been inside there were a few other photos. The one in top now that of Amanda and a hunter who had taken over Caydes ship. The pair were working on the inside and it seemed like both were unaware of the photo being taken. He flipped the card over and traced the names with a finger.

Amanda & Ace, finally fixing Caydes comms

Crow closed the book and slid it back into its place. He hesitated a moment before pulling up his messages and entering the hunters information. He typed on word.

Ramen?

His finger hovered over the send button, his hand trembling slightly as he looked over the one word message. The words the titan had spoke rang true and Crow knew that like his dark past he had to move forward with this loss as well.

With a breath he pulled his hand back having sent the message before he could chicken out. Behind him the sound of sliding doors echoed down the hall. Soon the sound of Eris talking reached his ear.

“Don’t make me call yours”

[frankieking]

Oscar's Chatter

A/N: Frankie dishes some Oscars opinions and talks about two small blind items.

"Hello, hello. It's the Monday after the Oscar's so we all know what that means? It's time for some chatter!" Frankie chuckled as the sound byte went off.

A couple of people in the studio howled and whistled and Frankie bowed. "Thank you, thank you." "You look amazing last night!" One of the producers shouted and Frankie grinned.

"Thank you! Those pearls were everywhere by the end of the night." They chuckled and gestured towards the green screen. "Oppenheimer swept the floor, Emma Stone gave us an adorable, teary speech, Robert Downey Junior won as well and Billie Eilish made us all cry. Did ya'll see John Cena half naked?? Frankie chuckled and then added. "Well, fully naked, actually. It was a drama-free night with lots of laughs, Ryan Gosling being a gem, and can we talk about the host and his fits? My God!" Frankie fanned themselves and then winked at the camera. "Babe, if you're watching this I know you agree Xavier looked fine." Frankie gestured toward the camera to follow them to their desk and they sat down, twirling in their seat. "We had some amazing red carpet looks. Florence Pugh looked amazing as always, America Ferrara shined in pink and Ryan Gosling's look was gorgeous. What was that?" Frankie asked their production team who kept tossing them commentary. "Who's dating who? What do I look like here? Gossip royalty?"

"Look, Vanessa Hudgens announcing her pregnancy at the Oscar's was a chef's kiss. I have been under a rock but I had no idea Emma had a toddler and now that I know this information she is definitely a favorite of mine. C'mon! She's adorable. I honestly didn't see anything surprising. What's that?" Frankie smirked. "I'm not pregnant. I just had a sprite and I bloat like a blimpie." They patted their tummy and laughed.

"Overall, I was glad to see everyone happy and content, people got to go home early which meant earlier after party celebrations and everyone looked pretty good."

Another sound byte came on and Frankie shook their head. "Not this." They chuckled and took the paper from their producer, waving it for the audience to see. "It's time for a blind item."

"BLIND ITEM." The sound byte played in slow motion which made Frankie laugh. "We received a blind item that Jeremy Faulkes of Ship-wrecked fame has asked for a truce with Oscar's host Xavier Mitchell. The annoucement as made after receving a congratulations from the Mitchell team. He states he's dying to work together with Xavier again and put their bad blood behind them." The audience boo'd and Frankie joined. "Not buying it, Jeremy. I hope you're ready to grovel but I'd love to have you on the Real Sheet. I have some unresolved matters to discuss." They grinned and wiggled their brows before moving on to the next blind item.

"Ah I love my production team. It's obvious we're team Xavier here or as Lisa calls him, Fancy Pants Hottie. We received a blind item of Xavier leaving the Vanity Fair after-party holding hands with a handsome man whom I have never seen in my entire life." They winked at the camera. "There isn't much information on that front. When questioned who he was with, Xavier responded with a sheepish, boyish smile and said "someone important. AWW!" Frankie slammed the paper on their desk. "As you all know, I met Xavier on Ship-Wrecked and he is the nicest peson. I suggest you leave him and this delivlish specimen he's canoodling with alone. We gave him enough strife last year and he deserves some peace and quiet and most of all, he deserves his privacy. Let's do better, people!" Frankie ripped up the paper on their desk and looked into the camera. "And Jeremy Faulkes, if you do not leave my friend alone, I will give you a bad review on the Bachelor." Their team laughed in the background and Frankie shrugged. "It's time for a commercial break. When we come back, I have Timothee Chalamet in the hot seat and we're going to see how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop!"

"ANNNNDD cut!" Lisa ran up to Frankie with their makeup team and Frankie sighed. "I don't like surprises. I won't rat out my friends."

"You handled it well. I'll see how that even got on your desk." Lisa smiled at Frankie. "So do you know the guy or not?"

"I have never seen this tall person in my life." Frankie pouted their lips for gloss and then grinned.

"So sad Fancy Pants Hottie is off the market." Lisa pouted.

"Lisa, gurrll you are married!"

"It's okay. My husband knows." Lisa chortled and Frankie joined.

"You're all troublemakers." Frankie looked over their material for the next segment and their smiled widened when their special guest walked in. "Welcome. Hope you're ready for some tough questions!"

Timothee kissed both of their cheeks and sat down. "Bring it, King."

"We're coming back to the air in 5,4,3,2..." Lisa pointed at them and Frankie batted their lashes.

"Welcome to the Real Sheet where we pretend we know what we're talking about and google to make sure we're not wrong during commercials breaks..."

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𝒱ℴ𝒾𝒹 || helluva boss & hazbin hotel : chapter 0

000|pilot

Ok so a little warning some of the characters in this will be ooc

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The scene opens with a shot of Imp City that slowly zooms in on the I.M.P building. The sound of the busy streets can be heard in the background. The scene transitions to a closed door

labeled "IMP Headquarters", with a crude sign made from a sheet of notebook paper that reads, "Meeting in progress" with a smiley face drawn next to it. The light flickers as the camera

zooms in on the door. Inside, Blitzo is walking in front a whiteboard on the wall as he lectures his employees

Blitzo starts off by saying Alright. Now, I know business has been... a bit slow lately, yes. It's no one's fault, okay? I'm not naming any names here... he looks at Moxxie then says Moxxie.

Moxxie then gives him a wtf look

Blitzo then asks Now, does anyone have... any bright ideas on how we can get business drummin' up again?

Millie who is an employee at the company and is moxxie's wife suggests a car wash to which blitzo says that no one cares about cars being washed as they live in hell.

Blitzo then suggests a billboard to which moxxie shuts down as they don't have money for a billboard to which blitzo replies

Helpful, Moxxie. Really glad you're in the room right now. He then pushes moxxie and asks them Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?

He then turns on the tv to which the tv starts playing a recording of the whole crew brutally murdering people from the overworld as they are paid to do.

Blitzo is then shown whacking a man with a mallet like a whack a mole moxxie is then seen blown away by shooting a shotgun though the mouth of a man that was tied to a chair

Loona swings a man back in forth in her mouth while Millie decapitates someone with a harpoon and laughs the video then focuses on Helena who is tearing a man up limb from limb

getting all her anger out  the camera then zooms in on the man's face only for everyone to see that the man's eyes were ripped out

The recording then ends as the setting goes back to the office where the crew is sitting watching the recording while eating popcorn

Blitzo then says that those were the good times to which moxxie replies to how he doesn't need any reminding as blitzo blow almost all of the crew's salary on a add that plays on tv on a channel that nobody watches

Blitzo offended then asks Uh, hey. Excuse me? What's "obnoxious" about a super-fun jingle, alright? It's a fun distraction when an advertisement's spittin' bullshit!

Millie then says that people love musicals to which blitzo says exactly and that they're basically making a musical he then turns to moxxie and asks him if he's trying to ruin his dreams like his dad did

Moxxie then tries to speak but blitzo interrupt's him by saying that all he sees is his dad's ass hole talking to him crushing his dreams

Millie then turns to her husband and asks him if he's trying to crush their bosses dreams to which he stutters Millie then flirtatiously says that she thought she knew him

She then sticks her tongue out playfully at her husband as he blushes and rolls his eyes affectionately

Blitzo then says to moxxie how he can't believe him he then tearfully holds up a employee of the month plaque with a picture of moxxie on it

Blitzo then continues his sentence and says after I made you employee of the month !

Moxxie feeling defeated then says that he's sorry and that commercial jingle is not comparable to musical theatre and that no one actually likes the jingle's to which Helena agrees and says something about how her favorite musical's don't even have jingle's

To which moxxie looks at her with a thank you look to which she nods to him and goes back to doing what she was doing

Millie then says that she liked the jingle to which moxxie says do not he then points to Millie and continues Do not agree with him in front of me!

The scene then cuts to the commercial of imp blitzo in the commercial starts off by saying his name and saying that the o is silent he then says how he's the founder of I m p as he jesters to the logo as it appears on the screen then disappears

Two pictures of Blitzo in different scenarios show while he speaks. The first shows him wearing two top hats through his horns, a monocle, and twiddling a fake mustache, 

while standing outside of a burning building with a sign that reads "Orphanage for Elderly Blind Newborn Dogs" appears. The second shows Blitzo wearing an angel costume at a

coffeehouse happily throwing an empty coffee cup in a trash can, instead of the recycling bin right next to it

Blitzo then asks Are you a piece of shit that got yourself sent to Hell, or are you an innocent soul who got FUCKED over by someone else?!

The commercial then cuts to a demon guy wearing an Ohio sports jersey, giving a testimonial, while Blitzo holds a cardboard sign in frame that reads "Some guy who hired us!!"

The demon wearing the Ohio jersey then says that after he lovingly killed his wife for sleeping with a delivery man he was surprised when he found out he ended up in hell after he died because a jogger saw him hiding the body

Blitzo is speaking to the camera and holding a grimoire, while Moxxie and Millie are arranging lit candles on the floor in a pentagram. While he speaks,

his eyes narrow as he does a magical gesture with his hand and a flaming portal appears on the floor. Moxxie and Millie run off in surprise. He tosses the grimoire aways as he walks up to the portal

Blitzo then talks to the camera saying Well, luckily for you. Thanks to our company's special access to the living world, we can help you take care of your unfinished business by taking out anyone who screwed you over when you were alive! He then falls backwards into the portal

The scene transitions to a person with their arms crossed and a thought bubble appears depicting another person being crossed out as the commercial jingle plays in the background

♫ When you want somebody gone, ♫

A dead body falls near the person as they notice and look up

♫ and you don't want to wait too long ♫

Moxxie, Blitzo, and Millie are shown in a circle logo. Blitzo holds his arms out as Moxxie holds up his rifle and Millie holds up her spear. A letter "I" appears to the left of them, while a letter "P" appears on the right of them. The trio together form a letter "M", thus spelling the initials I.M.P

♫ call the Immediate Murder Professionals! ♫

Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie are inside of their building and Moxxie throws a grenade out the window. The trio cover where their ears would be as an explosion goes off. A severed arm goes flying

♫ Hand grenade or cyanide, ♫

Blitzo is shown hanging someone with a rope as Millie finishes writing a suicide note

♫ We'll make it look like suicide ♫

Blitzo is shown electrocuting someone, Millie is shown hitting someone on the head with a mace, and Moxxie is shown strangling someone

♫ The Immediate Murder Professionals! ♫

The I.M.P. logo spins around quickly as the scene transitions to Blitzo creating a portal to the living world in a wall, then jumping through it. He is followed by Millie and then Moxxie, who trips over the grimoire and falls into the portal

♫ We do our job so well, ♫

The trio come up through the other end of the portal and adjust themselves

♫ Because, we come straight out from Hell! ♫

The I.M.P. trio suddenly look shocked as it appears they have accidentally teleported to a church in the middle of a service. A female preacher and the congregation look back at the demons in confusion and/or fear. One bearded man, however, has his head laid back as he sleeps with earbuds in.

Millie is shown struggling to remove a knife from a naked couple who are in 69 position, while Moxxie tries to look away, and Blitzo examines a pair of panties.

♫ We'll kill your husband or your wife ♫

Blitzo stabs someone toed to a chair repeatedly in the head while sporting a goofy expression

♫ We'll even let you keep the knife ♫

A quick sequence then shows the trio assassinating their targets in numerous horrific ways, such as with a medieval torture chamber, riding a shark,

burning someone alive, suffocating someone with a pillow, playing on a grand piano after it crushed someone,

and using an electric chair. In the final scene, the trio are hiding in a bush in a park and Moxxie is about to shoot a blonde woman looking at her phone from behind

♫ We're the Immediaaaaate... Murderrrrrr... Profession-- ♫

Moxxie accidentally shoots a boy passing by, eating an ice cream cone.

The boy then shouts AUUUGH!

The boy then collapses as Moxxie looks on in shock. Blitzo and Millie turn their eyes to Moxxie in surprise.

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The scene then cuts to a hospital operating room where the boy is wheeled in on a hospital bed by a doctor with a pink haired nurse and a blue haired nurse

The pink haired nurse then talks in a masculine voice telling the doctor that the boy is not responding

The blue haired nurse then says to get cool water stat

The pink haired nurse then whacks the boy in the face with a bucket of of water that does nothing but leave a large welt on his face

The blue haired nurse then points out that it didn't do anything

The boys tongue then flops down from his mouth

As the doctor gets frustrated and and says that he's not losing another one Everyone has their defibrillator paddles over the boy

The doctor then yells clear! They then all zap the boy and he then wakes up the boy then gasps and the doctor shocked says Holy shit! It actually worked.

Millie,moxxie and blitzo are then shown waiting outside of the room on chairs blitzo is shown reading a magazine while Millie is comforting her husband who looks absolutely devastated the doctor then walks out of the room with a clip board and says

That the boy is in stable condition but needs surgery he then asks them what insurance provider they have to which blitzo asks what insurance is

The scene then cuts to the imp gang along with the boy on the bed getting thrown out of the window while blitzo,Millie and moxxie all holding on to the bed for dear life

as they plummet screaming to the ground. The bed is stopped by a rope that has become tangled around Blitzo's foot. Blitzo slams his face into the bed, the rope snaps, and they all continue to fall.

A still shot of the I.M.P. logo is shown.

♫ Kids die for freeeeeee! ♫

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The scene then cuts back to the boardroom Millie and moxxie are sitting across from Loona who is sitting beside Helena who is showing Loona a video on her phone

Moxxie then says that the incident with the boy being Loona's fault as she is the one who gets the information on the targets

Loona who doesn't look up from Helena's phone says to moxxie to sit on a dick to which he says YOU sit! Sit on... a... and the... d-- DO YOUR JOB!!

Blitzo then says Hey, now. We don't blame our screwups on Loona or Helena okay?!

Blitzo hugs and nuzzles both Loona Helena as they are both sitting together as loona snarls at him in response as Helena just embraces the hug.

Blitzo then says that Loona didn't do anything wrong to which moxxie says that she's awful while saying that Helena is a sweetheart with to much trauma

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The scene then cuts to a flash back of Loona and Helena at their desks Loona is reading a magazine while Helena at her desk is reading a good girls guide to murder loona's desk phone then rings and she answers

Not looking up from her magazine she says Hello, I.M.P. Millie is heard on the other end of the phone saying to call moxxie and that she got stabbed while Loona suddenly hangs up disinterested

Helena goes to a different room and calls moxxie to tell him what she heard

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In The second flashback Loona and Helena are in blitzo's office as he gives them both gifts

Blitzo gives loona her gift first saying Happy Adoption Anniversary, Loonie! I got you a little somethin'.

Loona then asks if it's a cut for syphilis to which blitzo says I... Oh... Loona snatches the present and angrily slams it on the floor. And yells THEN, I DON'T WANT IT!

A large swarm of spiders suddenly emerge from the present box and swarm Loona up to her neck.

Blitzo suddenly hiding outside of the office window says that he's sorry that it's spiders Loona then shouts goddammit

While after that blitzo give's Helena a gift wrapped up in wrapping paper she opens it and sees it's a vinyl of Taylor swift's 1989 to which she shouts in happiness and hugs her adoptive father in pure happiness

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In the third flashback Loona is shown at her desk watching a video of Charlie Morningstar performing inside of every demon is a rainbow while Helena is at her desk reading a book while having her 1989 vinyl playing in the background as moxxie walks up to loona's desk

With a flyer that says Chub B Gone he then asks Loona if she just faxed him a add for weight loss to which Loona says no and moxxie asks why anyone would send him this to which Loona says that he knows why

And Helena says that he looks perfectly fine the way he is right now

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The next flashback starts with Loona rummaging through the break room fridge

Loona then yells that whoever left the avocado salad in the fridge she's taking it because she has a hangover

She then turns around to face Millie with a red box in her hand as she shuts the fridge door with her foot. She rips off the lid and drinks the salad

Millie then asks Loona why she would drink on a work night to which Loona says that she's hungover from the morning

Moxxie then enters the room and notices Loona with his box of avocado salad and asks Isn't that my lunch? To which Loona drops the box on the floor and says that she can't take the assault this morning and that she needs to blow off some steam

She kicks the box at moxxie knocking him out of the room and surprising Millie

Loona then runs out of the break room and out into the street she then screams out in anger

She then runs up to a succubus lady passing by on the other side of the street, pushing her baby in a stroller. Loona then kicks the stroller high into the air and storms off, while the demon lady stands there in disbelief. The scene transitions to Helena at her desk, telling Blitzo about a caller.

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Helena shouts to blitzo that stolas is on the phone saying Bliiiitzo! That nice, rich owl is on the phone! Says it's urgent and wants to talk to you! Sounds a little horny.

The scene then cuts to blitzo and moxxie at the water cooler

Blitzo then throw's his cup on the floor and yells Oh, GOD, it was one time! He crosses his arms then says that if he hadn't slept with stolas none of them would have access to the living world to which moxxie asks you what?

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The scene then cuts to a flashback of Stolas sleeping naked in bed. He is hooting like an owl and there are feathers everywhere. Blitzo, who is partially nude, walks away quietly with the grimoire in hand

Blitzo starts to talk to him self in a singing voice about how he has this heavy book

Blitzo then reaches Stolas' balcony and lays the grimoire on the ledge. Grunting, he then attempts to step up on the ledge using the grimoire. Instead, the combined weight sends both him and the grimoire falling forward off of the balcony

He then shout oh shit he then  lands on the cake that Stolas' wife stella and her friends were having, splattering pieces of it all over them

Blitzo then says off he turns to Stella then yells Sorry, I fucked your husband. The scene cuts back to Helena at her desk playing Taylor swift she then nicely yells for her adoptive father again to which he quietly shouts that he heard her

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The scene then cuts to blitzo in his office on the phone talking to stolas as he plays with a bobble head of moxxie

He asks stolas what he can do for him this time stolas is shown on his phone in his fancy mansion he then starts talking to blitzo saying that There's a political candidate causing trouble up on Earth for a few of his associates. And that He's trying to convince people global warming exists!

Blitzo then asks Doesn't it? To which stolas says yes but that more people die if nothing happens about it he then says that it gets lonely in his palace to which blitzo says that it makes sense

Stolas then asks blitzo You know what happens when I'm lonely, Blitzy? Blitzo then pulls his phone away and talks to himself blitzo under his breath saying God-fuckin'-dammit.

Stolas then says When I'm lonely, I become hungry. And when I become hungry, I want to choke on that red {bleeped) of yours... {bleeped) your {bleeped) and lick all of your (bleeped), before taking out your (bleeped), and (bleeped) with more teeth until you're screaming (bleeped) like a FUCKING baby--!

Blitzo, who's visibly disturbed, scene pans to his with Stolas name listed as "creepy mouth (aka one night stand bird dick) with a call total of 48

seconds. as he hangs up, a knock out noise plays. He snaps his cellphone in half, smashes it with his desk phone, tosses said desk phone away, pulls out a blender, puts the cellphone pieces in it, and blends them. Blitzo turns and hands the blender to Loona, who was standing nearby.

Blitzo then tells loona to eat the blended up phone to which she does blitzo then asks her if she knows the bridge over the freeway to which she says yeah and blitzo says shit off it

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The flashback ends and blitzo is seen standing in the middle between the two chairs Helena and Loona are on to which blitzo says that Loona and Helena are important and valued members of their family and that they don't get rid of family

Loona is seen looking up from her phone and smiles briefly while Helena is shown with tearful eyes at what her adoptive father just said

To what blitzo said moxxie says that they are not a family and that blitzo is the boss they are the employees and that blitzo treats Loona like a meth addicted homeless woman they let man the phones

As Moxxie rants, Loona continues looking at her phone, slowly flipping Moxxie off

Blitzo then says how that's offensive and that without homeless people he wouldn't have half the joy and laughter he does in his life

Blitzo then puts his face up against the window cracking the glass, and sees a homeless demon, looking sad and holding up a sign that reads "Monee helps. Satan bless." A succubus is on her cellphone and turns away from the hobo. Blitzo smugly waves at him, before lowering the window blinds.

Moxxie then starts talking again saying that while their on the subject of "family" if blitzo can please stop finding him and Millie outside of work to which Millie says it's not a big deal and he shouts excuse me what ?

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The scene cuts to a flashback of Moxxie and Millie preparing dinner in their kitchen

Moxxie asks Millie if she could get the butter to which she says sure she then goes and opens the fridge and finds Blitzo inside as he hands her the gross, viscous butter

Blitzo then says Spoiler alert: the butter's spoiled! To which Millie giggles to which moxxie who throws some diced carrots into a soup asks his wife what's so funny

Blitzo then says Really impressive wordplay which moxxie shouts WHAT THE--?! WHY ARE YOU IN OUR FRIDGE?!?!

Later that evening, shows a building, Inside their Moxxie and Millie are asleep in bed. The former is tossing and turning as the sound of a cat purring can be heard. Moxxie opens his eyes and sees Blitzo standing on him, looking him right in the eyes.

Blitzo then asks moxxie Whatcha dreamin' about? To which moxxie replies that he was dreaming of his parents being murdered and how now he would like to go back to that

In the next scene, Moxxie is singing the end of "Oh, Millie", as Millie joins in on some parts.

Moxxie sings ♫ Of all the imps in Hell, it's for her that I fell ♫ and Millie harmonizing sings ♫ It's for him that I fell ♫ and moxxie continues singing ♫ Oh, Millie~ ♫

The couple close their eyes to kiss, but Moxxie notices Blitzo outside the window holding a camcorder.

He then shouts angrily Are you fucking filming us right now?!

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The flashback ends as the scene cuts back to the board room in the present.

Moxxie then says Just... stop... doing that! To which blitzo shrugs and says that he doesn't see what the issue is then asks if there's something moxxie doesn't want him to see to which moxxie's eye twitches in anger as he shouts NO!

Loona snicker's and Helena looks upset at the same time as blitzo talks to moxxie saying You a baby-wiener-haver? To which moxxie says to his boss that what he says and how he acts is totally INAPPROPRIATE! He yells the last part as he stands up from his chair

Millie lays a hand on her husband's shoulder and says Calm down, Mox! You're gonna have another panic attack!

To which moxxie yells I AM CALM! He then starts whimpering angrily while looking back at blitzo Millie comforting her husband says Shh-shh-shh. There, there.

Blitzo then says Look, I don't judge the boring couple stuff ( he makes a sexual gesture with his hands) you do outside work hours. So, don't... judge me! To which moxxie tells his boss that he does judge him a lot

To which Millie says Mox, he's our boss! And blitzo says No-no-no, it's fine Mills, your husband is just... how do I say this without being offensive? He then smiles smugly and says retarded.

To which moxxie asks his boss if insulting him makes him feel better about his sad single life to which blitzo replies that it actually does the camera then zooms out to Loona and Helena

Loona then says The only reason you have a wife she looks up from her phone to glare at moxxie and continues her sentence is because you're easy to manage!

Millie then slams her hands against the table, looking at Loona with anger and says No, he's not, you she then in deeper tone says BITCH! She then flips Loona off

Loona then growls at Millie while Helena grabs one of her hands trying to calm down her adoptive sister

Blitzo then tell Millie to not talk to one of his receptionist's that way and that both of them Helena more then Loona are sensitive Loona then snaps at Millie being reminded of Helena's trauma saying Yes, we are!

The kid from earlier is heard offscreen saying all of you guys except for that traumatized dog are all fucking assholes.

Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie,Loona & Helena's eye all widen in surprise. They look at the kid, Eddie is lying on a table with three wires from a heart monitor attached to his stomach

Blitzo then tells the kid to shut up and that he's lucky to even witness this moxxie pinches the bridge of his nose then says Ugh, this company is such a mess!

Blitzo then says Alright, let's get back to talking about my outfit. To which Helena confused tilts her head and asks what? To which Loona says Nobody was talking about that!

To which blitzo says Which is why I'm tryin' to get that ball rolling. So, how does it look? It's good, right? And Helena says that it looks okay and asks if next time she goes shopping she can get a new suit for him to which he nods

The kid then points to blitzo and tells him that it's been literal hell having to pretend to be paralyzed so that they wouldn't kill him But, now he wants that. That he wants death he again points to blitzo and tells him

You are a selfish, greedy clown. And I'm a kid! We're supposed to like clowns! Even the creepy ones! Moxxie then says how that's not nice then gets cut off by the kid saying If I wanted to hear from a spineless jackass, I'd rip out your spine and ask you some shit.

Which makes Millie slams one hand on the table in anger while on the other hand she points to moxxie and says That's my husband you're talkin' to!

The kid laughs and asks her That's your husband?! Moxxie and Millie then snarl at the kid as he then says I figured you for a slut. But, I didn't know you needed dick that bad he then points to Loona and Helena and says and you two!

To which Loona protectively asks what about us ? The kid then says nothing I don't talk to dogs I'm a cat person to which Loona gives the kid a wide eyed glare she whines at the kid with anger then goes back to looking at her phone and showing Helena cool stuff

Blitzo then says Wow. Ah, y'know, kid, you kind of are a piece of shit. Everyone in unison softly agree loona's eyes then widen as she receives a text message to which Helena looks at her phone in curiosity Loona then says Oh, fuck! Guys, I just got a text from our client! Guess he was the right target after all.

Blitzo then asks who? To which Helena says and points at the kid him! The kid in disbelief asks me? Loona smugly says yup without looking up from her phone blitzo then asks they wanted us to kill an actual child to which Loona says that's what they're saying

Blitzo then says Well, Christ on a stick. I guess there is a God blitzo then draws a flintlock pistol and fires it at Eddie, killing him instantly the kid says OWWWW! he then crashes into the wall as he gets shot, covers a spot with blood as he says this, landing on the table while his eyes turn to Xs

Then blood covers the screen, then reveals Blitzo and Moxxie kicking Eddie's corpse, Millie stabbing him, Helena cutting out his vocal cords and eyes and Loona recording everything on her phone

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Blitzo is then heard voicing over saying Y'know, folks? With this company, I really wanted to prove that we're capable of doing the same things anyone else can. Like killing people!

Blitzo and Moxxie are shown wearing full hazard gear, dismembering Eddie's body with a hacksaw and chainsaw respectively. Blood splats on the screen again, then shows the group by a dumpster putting Eddie's body parts in a garbage bag.

Blitzo still voicing over says So, from us here at the Immediate Murder Professionals group, we promise to settle your unfinished business or your money... is gone and you're never getting it back, and you can write us a bad review but we'll play dumb to it, because it's Hell and no one fuckin' cares.

As Blitzo does the voiceover, he hugs Moxxie, Millie, Helena and Loona, the latter's phone flying out of her hands

Blitzo then tells them Y'know, even though this kid was a target... he's still a child. And it's important that he then wraps his tail lovingly around the group we handle this going forward respectfully.

___________________________

The group all smile as the scene cuts to a newscast, showing Eddie's mother tearfully holding up a bad drawing of her son. A male news reporter holds a microphone up to her, looking disinterested. The headline on screen says, "Mom sucks at drawing own kid", while the ticker bar constantly reads "There is a missing boy! Yet another missing kid!"

The kid's mother sobbing says that if anyone has seen her son to call her the kids dead body in a body bag then falls into her arms she then terrified shouts OHHH!

The kid's mother and the news reporter look up in shock as the camera follows their gaze. Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie are shown looking down on them through a portal.

Blitzo then smiles,waves and shouts to them you're welcome!

The trio then disappear into the portal as it closes

[lady-strange0]

astrantia, blue star and aster

By: Lady_Strange0

Words: 2470

Rating: General Audiences

Published on AO3: 30/05/2023

Relationships: America Chavez & Stephen Strange, America Chavez & Wong, Stephen Strange & Wong

Summary:

“You know, in Hindi faith, hibiscus is associated with the goddess Kali who embodies nothing less than the force of life itself. I think that’s you, and your lively energy in my life,” Stephen said after a moment.

The young girl pulls back out of the hug and looks at him, and smirks before saying “you know you info dump fun facts when you are nervous or in an emotionally charged situation.”

-or-

America loves drawing and painting flowers, and Stephen is a supportive dad who likes seeing his daughter happy.

Inspired by this post

https://www.tumblr.com/changes-fandoms-too-much/717769219089006593?source=share

It started off with doodles in the margins of her notebooks. Stephen and Wong had decided early on after America moved to the sanctum that she should be attending a normal high school to make up for the years of teaching she’s missed. And Stephen was enjoying being a tutor in both magic homework as well as her normal maths and physics homework.

He had just been explaining quadratic equations to America when he noticed the little images at the sides of her notes and homework. Simple doodles of flowers and stars, as well as some of a small familiar basset hound, Bats. They were all done in blue pen and often half-minded. He couldn’t help but notice though, that among the messy pictures there was also a drawing of a flower with large round petals and intricate lines in the middle for the seeds. Almost like a poppy, but he couldn’t tell for certain, his botany knowledge went as far as magical remedies that used flowers required, but nothing outside of that really. Stephen also didn’t know much about art aside of the artworks he bought for his house back when he had money to throw around, but he could still tell that America had real talent if she chose to channel it there.

America could tell that Stephen had zoned out while talking and asked, “what? Maths now even too boring for you to bother explaining? Cause then at least we are in agreement.”

“No, no. I was just thinking about something. Those little doodles are very nice. Do you enjoy drawing or was this just from being bored in classes?”

The girl blushed and ducked her head, “thanks, I don’t know, I liked it when I was young, but then the bee incident happened, and I just never had the time or interest to pick it up again.”

“Well, I think it would be lovely to see some more of your art, we could hang it on the fridge.” America just giggled in response, and they went back to doing her homework together.

Stephen didn’t think about it again, until a week later. He was returning some books to the library in Kamer-Taj that America had borrowed and had asked him to bring back for her as she was going for pizza with her school friends. As Wong was now the Sorcerer Supreme, he no longer worked in the library and the new librarian was even stricter on the ‘no portals in the library’ rule then he had been, and had set up some wards to prevent them. Stephen could get around them but he just didn’t couldn’t be bothered.

Just as he was about to walk up to Mirou, the new librarian, he saw the corner of a sheet of paper sticking out the side of the old book, he opened it to find a beautifully sketched drawing of what he thought to be a Gerbera flower inside, this time done in pencil and shaded to look soft and realistic. He moved to sit down at one of the tables to study the drawing further, it was on a A4 sheet that had evidently been ripped from a school notebook, the printed lines still visible in the back. He removed the drawing from the book and closed it. Sling ring in hand, he opened a portal to his bedroom and placed the drawing on his desk.

Over the next few weeks, he keeps spotting drawings and sketches on loose sheets and starts collecting them in a pile in his study. Soon after he starts to leave blank white printer paper around, the drawings start appearing on them instead. America doesn’t mention the missing drawings, but Stephen is certain she knows he has them.

He wasn’t even the one who bought the coloring pencils and watercolours, they weren’t there one day and then they were the next day. He spots America in their living room sitting on the floor in front of the low table with Bats on the sofa behind her, using them. She was sketching small flowers and attempting different techniques to fill them. He also sees that she is watching a YouTube video on her laptop explaining different types of brushstrokes and how to implement them.

America presents him with a stunning watercolour drawing of a collection of small yellow, pink and purple hibiscus’ with a small smile two days later. “Stephen, I think it’s time for me to actually give you a drawing of mine, instead of you stealing and hiding them like troll.”

“Trolls actually aren’t kleptomaniacs, they usually just take things when their homes are in danger and the stolen things are part of the danger. So,-“

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” America said exasperatedly, and Stephen just grinned at her. “Anyways, I want you to have this, yellow hibiscus represents happinesses and sunshine, because you helped me find happiness in a universe that isn’t my own, the pink hibiscus represents love of all kinds but especially familiar and platonic love, and the purple hibiscus shows mystery and knowledge. They remind me of you.”

Had someone asked Stephen ten years ago if he ever wanted kids, let alone a mulitversal traveling, pizza obsessed, and slightly disaster-prone teenage girl, he would have sent them to the psychiatric ward of the hospital. Yet, here he was in the kitchen of their haunted mansion, with a sentient red cloak around his shoulders and a ghostly dog floating into the room, and America starring at him expectedly as she held out one of the best gift he has ever been given, and Stephens eyes start watering.

“Th-thank you, America, they are beautiful,” he was really trying to not cry, with the love and happiness filling him from deep within, “I know the perfect place for it.”

With that he magiced up a small dark wooden photo frame with small carved swirls and curves on it, and placed the painting behind the glass with shaky hands. As he lifted his eyes from the picture frame, he was surprised to see tears in her eyes too, and a quivering lip.

“Hey, hey are you okay, Star?” They were both equally surprised at the nickname, but America looked into Stephens eyes as if looking for something before she threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

“Yes, I am. I really, really am.”

Stephen hugged her back one trembling hand going to her head as the other moved up and down her back.

“You know, in Hindi faith, hibiscus is associated with the goddess Kali who embodies nothing less than the force of life itself. I think that’s you, and your lively energy in my life,” Stephen said after a moment.

The young girl pulls back out of the hug and looks at him, and smirks before saying “you know you info dump fun facts when you are nervous or in an emotionally charged situation.”

Stephen rolled his eyes fondly, carefully picked up the frame and moved out of the room, before he’d start getting ‘emotionally charged’ again.

The frame now sits on his bedside table.

In hindsight, the acrylic paint may have been a mistake on Stephens side. Actually the paint wasn’t the problem, it was the movie that was. She had used the paint to draw on virtually everything. The cardboard boxes from the attic were covered in stars and galaxies and planets, her sketchbooks were filled with paintings and still life’s and kinda off looking portraits, as well as the floor and table, but they didn’t look intentional. So, he forgives her and cleans up the mess with a quick flick of his wrist.

See again, the paint wasn’t the problem, the movie was. They had set up weekly movie nights for her to catch up on movies and tv shows she had missed while traveling across the multiverse. Their current favorites list included ‘Star Wars’, ‘The Greatest Showman’, and Disney’s ‘Tangled’. And ‘Tangled’ was the problem.

A girl who loves to paint and draw watching a movie about a girl who paints her entire room and ceiling in stars and flowers? Yeah, it was bound to happen.

So, it comes as no surprise when he comes home from Kamer-Taj to a home cooked dinner as a begging strategy. Actually the dinner was a surprise, he had expected puppy eyes, from both her and Bats.

Yes, he says yes, when she asks about painting the walls of her bedroom. Stephen helps her pick out some more paints and brushes at the shops, and then assists in moving the furniture from her room.

It’s a large room with big windows on one wall and window seats below them. Random colourful pillows are spread across the seats and the bed. The walls are a soft blue colour matched by the large wooden bed with a blue canopy from which glow in the dark stars are hanging. The thick curtains danced as they moved through the air and out of the room, the soft white carpet rolled itself up and walked out and the furniture shrunk until they could be picked up like doll house pieces. Leaving an empty room for her to paint and decorate as she pleases.

It starts with the wall opposite to where her bed was, she paints a green field with flowers of all kinds, roses, lily’s, yellow coneflowers, pink and white daisies, poppies of every colour as well as flowers which Stephen did not recognize. Upon asking she told him stories of the plants from her home planet, the way some smelt like chocolate, while others would bloom to be blue and purple and pink, how some would be used for special medicines or in her moms food. Stephen loved listing to her talk about her home, and see that despite everything she has been through she still has so much love to share.

The next day, he wakes up to his room with a key being missing, the Cloak, and Bats, but he has started sleeping in Americas bed rather than his. But the Cloak missing was bizarre, so he pulled himself from the bed, and wandered down the hallway in just his pyjama pants and an old T-shirt. It’s the sounds of quiet music that leads him to the ajar door of Americas bedroom. Stephen knocks and upon getting a quick “come in” enters.

What he was expecting when he walked into the room, he didn’t know, but he was surprised to see America sitting on top of the Cloak floating quite high to the ceiling as she is painting fluffy white clouds to above her.

“You know, Michelangelo almost went blind after spending four years painting the ‘Sistine Chapel’, because paint kept dripping in his eyes, so can you please wear some goggles or something,” is all Stephen said once he understood the situation.

“Apparently the info dumping is not exclusive to emotionally charged moments, but also when you are still half-asleep,” America giggled from where she was lounging on the Cloak with a paint brush in one hand and a plastic cup of white paint in the other. “Also, I have no idea how a turtle would have painted a ceiling.”

“A turtle?”

“You know, that movie we watched with the crime fighting turtles, one of them was called Michelangelo.”

“I’m gonna have this conversation after I’ve had coffee,” said Stephen as moved to turn around. “Come get some breakfast in the kitchen with me.”

It was only minutes later when they both sat on the wooden chairs of the kitchen table with a mug of coffee for Stephen and a cup of orange juice for America, as well as some toast with honey, that Stephen saw what America was wearing.

“Is there a reason you’ve gone through my wardrobe and are wearing my old college shirts?”

The girl looked down herself, looking at the grey shirt that was so large on her it reached below her shorts to look almost like a dress, before she looked up and simply said, “it’s not like you wear them anyway.”

That was the end of that conversation, but Stephen did leave a pile of them with her, so she could use them when she moved on to paint the rest of her walls, until they where covered in beautiful fields of flowers on one side which transitioned into a blue sky with clouds that looked like they were moving (maybe they were, Stephen would never say) as the painting continued to the ceiling until it evolved into a dark galaxy filled with stars and planets and pinks and blues and purples over and behind her bed.

After America moved all the furniture back into the room with Stephen help, it looked like a cozy place for America to come and sleep, and read, study, watch movies, and relax. He was so proud of his girl, and after she added the glow in the dark stars to the back wall to match her canopy, he added a light spell that allowed the stars in her paintings to twinkle and slightly sway.

It was after she had also painted her wardrobe and night stands as well as the inside and outside of her bedroom door to match her room, that she ran out of space to paint on.

It’s now been a few weeks and somehow Wong is yet to notice the way the living room walls have small flowers all along the bottom edge in different colours and shapes and sizes. Stephen thinks Wong is just pretending to not see them, as he seen plenty of her other drawings and paintings. Stephen also knows that he has a framed painting of a portal opening to a calming landscape hanging above the desk in his office in Kamer-Taj. America had given it to him as a gift for Luner New Year.

But in Stephens eyes nothing will ever top the colour pencil drawing that hangs in the Sanctums living room, directly above the stone chimney in a place of honour. It depicts a bouquet made out of three flowers held together by a large ribbon.

The left most flower is a light pink star-shaped ‘Astrantia’, which is a soft and elegant flower that represents strength, courage and most of all protection.

The middle flower is a ‘Blue Star’ which is a dainty and delicate little flower that symbolizes endurance, strength and determination.

And the last flower is a purple ‘Aster’, a flower that is named after the Greek word for ‘Star’ and symbolizes love, wisdom, and faith.

The flowers each represent one part of their little star shaped family and Stephen is filled with love and happiness whenever he looks over to see it on the wall.

[ladykailitha]

The People That See You Part 3

The next week saw Eddie carrying a white paper bag to D&D. He tossed it at Brian with a wink. “Just a thank you from Steve,” he said with a grin.

He had talked to the guys about his friendship with Steve and how even though he couldn’t say why or how, Steve had saved his life. So Jeff and Gareth had grudgingly agreed not to make fun of the former king of Hawkins High.

Brian reared his head back in confusion until the smell hit his nose. “Holy shit.” He ripped into the bag. “He didn’t.” He pulled out a soft cookie dusted in cinnamon sugar and took a large bite.

Gareth and Jeff looked at each other in confusion.

“What are those?” Jeff asked.

“Snickerdoodles,” Brian mumbled around a mouth full of cookie. “Like only the best cookies on the planet.”

He dug another one out and broke it in half for Jeff and Gareth to share. He offered one to Eddie but he declined.

“I’ve been eating them nonstop for days...” he said with a grin.

“Official taste tester?” Brian asked with a wink.

Eddie blushed and shoved a large strand of hair into his mouth.

“Holy shit!” Jeff said. “It’s soft and buttery, but not too sweet.”

“Yeah,” Gareth agreed. “You say Steve made these?”

“Yup!” Eddie said, popping the ‘P’.

Jeff looked down at the table. “Do you think he’d be willing to make brownies for the next session?”

Eddie grinned. “I don’t know, I’ll have to ask.”

Jeff looked up. “But you’ll ask?”

Eddie just winked at him.

*

Steve came thundering down the stairs. “Hey, guys, I hear you requested brownies?”

The entire Hellfire Club was there including Steve’s nuggets.

“Steve!” came the chorus from the party and Corroded Coffin. The three that were strictly Hellfire just looked at him in amazement.

“Sorry, I’m late,” Steve said with a grin. “I was trying out something fun with walnuts and caramel.”

There was another chorus this time of oohs and awws. All but one.

The other girl of the club other than Erica, folded her arms and glared at him. “I’m allergic to nuts.”

“Tiffany, right?” Steve asked and she nodded tersely. “I gotcha. I’ll be right back.”

Steve set the two large plates he was carrying on the table with the other goodies (no food food near the character sheets) and turned back around to hop back up the stairs.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow at Eddie who just shrugged. A moment later Steve was back down the stairs another plate in his hands.

“I made these for Robin,” Steve explained, handing the plate to her, “but I can always make more for her later and I would hate to see you left out.”

Tiffany lifted the tin foil and gasped. Underneath was a plateful of the most delectable chocolate chip cookies.

“Did you make these first?” Tiffany asked.

Steve smiled. “Sure did. It should be all safe and if it’s not, bill my dad.” He winked at her.

She laughed as did everyone else.

Steve looked around at the cramped space and winced. “Not a lot of room in here, is there?”

Gareth frowned. “We make do.”

Steve waved his hands. “Oh absolutely. I’m just saying you don’t have to.” He half shrugged.

Eddie tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I have a large finished basement, no parents, and full kitchen,” Steve said. “You guys could have it at my place. At least it would see some fucking use.”

Everyone turned to look at Eddie.

Eddie smiled. “Let’s vote. All in favor of having D&D at Steve’s?” Eddie laughed when all of the junior members raised their hands as well as all the Corroded Coffin bandmates, thereby absolutely killing the majority.

“The ayes have it,” he said turning back to Steve. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal. When can we invade your home?”

Steve thought for a moment. “Not next week, Robin’s got a band thing, so the week after?”

Everyone nodded.

“Great!” Steve said and then waved goodbye.

Gareth turned to everyone else. “What just happened?”

Dustin sighed. “You accidentally activated mom mode. He loves taking care of people. And his house is huge. And it has a swimming pool out back, too.”

Even the ones that would have voted against it were starting to see the benefits of having it over at Steve’s.

Eddie smiled and if he went a little easier on them as a result, well that was his secret to keep.

*

Their first session at Steve’s they were greeted by the smells of something warm and hearty coming from the kitchen.

He ushered them into the front room. “Hey, Dustin, can you show them where they can set up? Eddie’s already down there fussing with his throne.”

“Will do!” Dustin said and motioned for everyone to follow him.

Tables were laid out for the to sit as well as for snacks. And everyone who could contributed to the snacks and drinks. So the table for treats started to fill up and then the main table where Eddie was waiting at the head.

Just as everyone was getting settled Steve came down to check on them.

“I’m glad everyone made it okay,” he said in lieu of greeting.

“Aren’t you worried the neighbors are going to call the cops?” Gareth asked.

Steve shrugged. “I’ve had full on ragers without a peep from the cops, so...no?”

Everyone shared impressed glances.

Steve walked up to Eddie. “When do you guys usually break?”

Eddie shrugged. “Depends on how far they get in the story.”

“Do you think you could give me a heads up of about twenty minutes?”

Eddie pursed his lips. “Could do, I suppose. Why?”

“I’ve got a lasagna in the oven and will need to pop it back in for twenty minutes so it’ll be warm for whenever you guys are ready.”

“Like Stoffer’s?” Tiffany asked.

Steve blinked. “What’s that?”

Even Dustin raised an eyebrow. “You know, the pre-made stuff from the store?”

“Oh, I’ve never had that,” Steve said looking uncomfortable. “I used my grandma’s recipe.”

Brian turned to Eddie. “If you don’t marry him, I will.”

Eddie turned bright pink and hid his face behind his hair.

Steve leaned over and whispered in Eddie’s ear. “You’ll have to ask me out first.”

Eddie dropped the hair and looked up into Steve’s eyes. Yeah, he knew that Steve liked boys. Even had a crush on him, if Brian was to be believed. But it was quite another to be on the receiving end of the Harrington charm.

So before he could answer, Steve was already back up the stairs.

“Did Steve just hit on you?” Will asked.

Eddie cleared his throat. “Previously our intrepid party was traveling down a treacherous mountain pass, with large rocks on either side, towering above them like stone giants, silent and stern.”

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