#beep boop misunderstandings again

[afewproblems]

Prompt 53. "I'm flirting with you!" Part Two

A follow up to This Post

@happymediummm I promise the answer to your ask will be up soon in part three!!

Eddie stews in his room for three days following the incident at Steve's house. 

Wayne attempts to coax him out with food and coffee, even opening up the pack of bacon they'd been saving in the freezer, anything to try and get Eddie to talk to him. 

"I'm just worried s'all," he says softly from Eddie's doorway on the third day, his expression pinched in that way Eddie hates, "you should go out, do something, come on".

Wayne claps his hands together and disappears for a moment only to return with a tape case from the living room.

"Wayne, no--"

"It's overdue Eds, just bring it back for me would ya?"

Eddie groans into his hands at the triumphant expression on his uncle's face as he gets up from his bed and tugs on his leather jacket. 

"Since your friends work there," Wayne says brightly, gesturing with the tape as he hands it over to Eddie, "you should see if they waive the late fee for us". 

"I agreed to take it back, not talk to people," Eddie grumbles under his breath as Wayne shakes his head and gives his shoulder a squeeze.

"At least you won't be growing mold anymore, sitting there in the dark," Wayne says with a wink, ignoring the indignant scoff Eddie makes.

"Store closes in a half hour kid, you better hurry!"

Shit.

Eddie grumbless petulantly as he hurries out the door, ignoring the way Wayne compares his groans to a haunted house door.

He doesn't smile at the jib, and it doesn't make him laugh for the first time in days as he gets into the van, it doesn't!

The parking lot of Family Video is empty, but what did he really expect on a Wednesday at half past eight in the evening. 

The Open sign is still on at least but the low lights in the building and the bright copper glare of the sunset make it so much more difficult to see who is working tonight. 

He could just toss the tape into the return slot and wait out the late fees, he's sure another video store will eventually open up in Hawkins, they can take their business there.

Eddie sighs heavily as he shuts off the van and yanks out the key, "dammit Wayne," he mutters under his breath as he gets out and makes his way to the door. 

Eddie winces at the sharp jingle of the bell above the door and looks around, his head on a swivel, looking for any sign of Steve and his big, stupid, hair.

Robin waves from the counter as Eddie spots her, she's grinning at him with a sly look on her face as she leans against the counter, the multiple buttons and pins on her vest clink against the glass surface.

"There he is," Robin crows, drumming the counter, "I was beginning to think Steve had kidnapped you or something, were you allowed out for good behavior?"

She seems to realize what she had just implied and winces, shaking her head as Eddie snorts mirthlessly. 

"Uh, no, I just came to return this for my uncle," Eddie mumbles, keeping his eyes level with the counter rather than Robin's eyes. 

She frowns at him, taking the tape he slides across the counter and scanning it without dropping her gaze. 

"What's with you?" She says suspiciously. 

Robin drums her fingers lightly against the counter, as the large computer beeps acknowledging the return.

"Nothing, tired," Eddie shrugs, he's not about to tell Robin about what happened, though it is weird that she doesn't already know? 

Maybe she wasn't in on it, he can't imagine that Buckley would approve of a prank like that on another 'friend of Dorothy' but she was Steve's best friend first and foremost.

A song comes on over the small Family Video speakers, humming in the background. 

'All I wanna do when I wake up in the morning is see your eyes

Rosanna, Rosanna…'

Robin wrinkles her nose, her eyes traveling towards one of the large speakers in the corner before looking back to Eddie, a large grin in place.

"God this sappy shit, I told Steve not to put this one on the tape, you must hate Toto".

Eddie shrugs again, glaring at the floor, wishing he could burn a hole into it that he could escape through. 

"He did play it…didn't he?" Robin asks quietly, a small trace of anxiety in her voice as she leans away from the counter.

Eddie stops himself from rolling his eyes; if he was being honest, the tape was a nice touch --really sold the whole prank, honestly.

He looks back up to find Robin staring at him, and sighs heavily, thrusting his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah," he huffs, taking a step back towards the front door, Robin's eyes follow his path in confusion, "I wasn't much of a fan of the choices".

"But it's fine right," Eddie scoffs, "he can use his little tape on someone his shit will actually work on next time".

"What?" Robin says incredulously, her face scrunches into a frown as Eddie laughs.

"You know Buckley, I'm surprised you were on board with this?" 

"Eddie, what the fuck are you talking about?" Robin hisses, shrill and loud, as she finally walks around the counter towards him.

"Oh don't give me that, he's your best friend, you're going to tell me he didn't tell you about his plan?" Eddie shakes his head as a high pitched laugh bubbles up out of his chest.

"I don't know what plan you're talking about Eddie," she says in a low voice, her eyes wide and angry, "the only thing Steve was going to do that night was tell you how he felt about you". 

"Yeah right, Steve Harrington, wants me? And that's not a fucking joke?"

She sucks her teeth, letting her eyes roam over his face, "this was such a mistake, okay, get out". 

Eddie sneers sharply, "a mistake?"

"Yeah, I never should have gotten his hopes up". 

Robin crosses to the window behind the counter and shuts off the second neon open sign before breezing past Eddie to pull the cord on the other sign, nearly hard enough to yank it down. 

No, no, no, no, it's not true, she's just saving face, she has to be…

Robin stands beside the door, a furious glare aimed at Eddie, "we're closed, get out, I need to go check on Steve". 

Unbelievable, Eddie does roll his eyes at this and heads towards her for the door, he takes the push bar in his hands and leans on it to swing the exit open before turning to Robin one last time, he wants so badly to have the last word it hurts.

"Better go check on King-Steve, I'm sure he's devastated," Eddie snarls, the furious fire from before burns bright in his chest as he watches Robin stiffen in the doorway.

"I haven't talked to him since Sunday Munson, until just now, I thought he was with you!"

Robin reaches out to grab both doors in her hands.

"Asshole," she scoffs, her eyes never leaving his as she locks the doors in his face. 

***

1980, Hawkins, Indiana

Eddie sniffles as he walks home, he can feel blood trickle down his chin from the split lip Paul gave him while his knee aches from where he hit the ground. 

He's not even sure what he did.

Paul had been so nice recently, talking with Eddie almost every day, eventually taking him under his wing. Paul was a year above Eddie at their Middle school, and when he had told Eddie to meet him under the bleachers after school, how could Eddie say no? 

It didn't help that Paul had soft blond hair, big hazel eyes that crinkled when he smiled, and the nicest laugh Eddie had ever heard.

What Eddie hadn't been expecting was Randy and David, also in Paul's grade, to be waiting for him. 

He breathes out a wet sob and keeps walking, scrubbing his face harshly as their trailer in Forest Hills comes into view, almost home.

Eddie reaches into his pocket and winces when he realizes his keys are gone, alongside his backpack.

They must have fallen out of his pocket in the scuffle.

The backpack was a different story.

He limps up the steps of their porch, wincing as the fabric of his jeans pulls at the drying blood on his knee, and knocks on the front door.

"Comin," Wayne calls from inside, "coming, wasn't expectin' anyone-- Ed?" 

Wayne's face goes through a series of expressions, from surprise, to anger, before settling on concern. 

He leans down and brings his hands up to Eddie's face, turning it gently to see the damage.

"Who did this," Wayne says quietly, he stands up to his full height, looking around the trailer park behind Eddie while tucking him closer.

"It was at school," Eddie sniffles again, his voice growing tight, "I'm okay". 

Wayne looks down at him for a moment before shaking his head and moving out of the door to pull Eddie inside.

"Hurt anywhere else?" Wayne asks as he walks Eddie to the kitchen, one arm around his shoulder as though afraid the fourteen year old will collapse at any moment.

"I fell, my knee hurts," Eddie mumbles as he sits at the kitchen table in the corner while Wayne crosses to the cabinets and busies himself with grabbing two clean wash clothes and peroxide from the cupboard above their stove.

It's quiet for a moment while Wayne wets one of the clothes at the sink and makes his way back to Eddie.

He kneels on the floor, balancing his weight on his good knee while the other remains bent at a more comfortable ninety degree angle. His joints creak slightly as he gets comfortable but he still smiles at Eddie all the same.

"Won't you be sore after this?" Eddie sighs, wishing Wayne would just let him go to the washroom now to clean himself up. 

"You let me worry about that," Wayne grumbles as he reaches up to wipe the blood and dirt from Eddie's face with the wet cloth. It's warm from the water and Wayne's gentle hand.

"So, you gonna tell me what happened?" Wayne asks softly, as he reaches for the bottle of peroxide and tips it into the second cloth. He tilts Eddie's face to dab gently at the now dirt free cuts.

Eddie sucks his teeth at the sting and closes his eyes.

He doesn't even know where to really start. 

Paul hadn't been the one to push him off his feet, that had been Randy, but that hadn't stopped Paul from laughing and calling Eddie a fairy. 

David had been the one to take his bag, dumping everything out into the dirt and ripping it until the zipper broke. 

Luckily all of his school books were still in his locker, but all of the campaign notes from his most recent D&D game had been in there, along with the worn copy of the Hobbit his mother had given him. 

All of it was still sitting in the mud and grass by the bleachers, stomped into the ground by David's white sneakers.

Eddie shrugs as Wayne leans back slightly. He takes Eddie's leg and slowly bends the knee at the joint, his eyes search Eddies for any sign of strain. The only sting comes from the way the jean material pulls at the drying blood from his scrapes.

Wayne breathes out and scrubs a hand over his tired face, his fingers catch on the grey stubble as they slide down and drop into Wayne's lap.

"I'll make an appointment on Monday with the principal," Wayne says as he stands up with a stifled groan, turning away from Eddie who shakes his head like a wet dog. 

"Wayne you can't--"

"Edward, what do you expect me to do? You come home lookin' like hell and you won't tell me what happened?" 

Eddie bites his split lip hard enough for the faint taste of copper to stain his tongue once more, how could he tell Wayne just what those boys had yelled at him as he sat in the dirt cradling his head, wishing he'd just gone home.

Wayne sighs loudly as he raises his face towards the ceiling, his lips move slightly but Eddie can't make out what he's saying before he looks back at Eddie, his expression worn.

"Okay, okay," Wayne murmurs, walking back towards Eddie, he pulls one of the other mismatched chairs towards himself and sits down, "I won't call, but you have to meet me halfway, alright?" 

Eddie hesitates, swallowing roughly, maybe there was a way to tell Wayne without telling him everything.

"There were some boys at school, um," Eddie picks at one of the holes in his blue jeans, pulling at the frayed thread absently, "I guess just, one at first but…".

His eyes burn suddenly as the words rip through him once again.

"He told me to come to the bleachers and then," Eddie's voice wobbles this time as his throat tightens, "there were more of them and they…called me--" 

Eddie shakes his head, ducking it down to hide his shining eyes, he doesn't notice Wayne coming closer until he feels a hand in his hair and the dam finally breaks.

Six years later, Eddie can still remember what his uncle told him that day as he cried in his arms.

"People can be cruel, especially when they don't understand, and sometimes that means being careful of who you open yourself up to. But you can tell me anything Ed, and I'll love ya no matter what. You always have home to come back to". 

Eddie knew people like Steve Harrington. He'd been around them his whole life. 

Sometimes they went by Paul, sometimes by Jason, or Billy.

But that didn't make them any less dangerous, any less capable of inflicting hurt on people that were different. 

So, Robin could say that Steve wasn't like that until she was blue in the face, because she was…wrong…

Wasn't she?

Taglist: @ihavekidneys @superchellerific @zerokrox-blog @imhereforthelolzdontyellatme @croatoan-like-its-hot @messrs-weasley @samcoxramblings @warlordess @cinnamon-mushroomabomination @lostonceandneverfound @shunna @fairytalesreality

Part Three now up!

#beep boop misunderstandings again #steddie #unrequited love or is it #mutual pining #steve harrington #eddie munson #afewproblems writes #stranger things #now we are getting into some plot #I can't write anything short im my own worst enemy #sigh #we love a supportive wayne in this house #we love a protective robin in this house #we might need a playlist for this guy #part three will be up soon answering the second prompt: I need you to forgive me #angst with a happy ending I promise

[dragondemoness]

How would Maki react to her s/o dying in the killing game? Or them becoming the blackened?(no yandere)

beep boop borp Warnings: angst, mentions of killing

Maki Harukawa x Dead/Blackened Reader

Death

When Maki found your body, she didn't know what to think

She was frozen with shock, struggling to comprehend the situation

When she does, all she sees is red

How dare someone murder someone as wonderful as you?!

Kaito tries to comfort her, but she smacks his hand away

"When I found out which one of you killed my (Name)... there will be hell to pay."

Tries to help with the investigation, but she just can't do it. She can't bear to look at your body

Shuichi offers to investigate for her

Maki is grateful, though she won't show it

While the others are investigating, she sits alone in her dorm, contemplating

She regrets not being more affectionate with you. She regrets not telling you how much she loved you

The regret and guilt clouded her mind, and the tears began to fall

She begins to punch the wall, so hard to the point where her knuckles bleed

After she runs out of tears, she returns to rage

She will avenge you, no matter what

She's silent during the class trial, she didn't participate in the investigation, so she had nothing to add

When the killer is revealed, she walks up to them and strikes them in the face

No matter what their motive was, they had no right to take you away from her

"You're lucky I won't be the one to kill you."

Watches the execution thoroughly, wants to make sure they're hurt

She wants to be the one to kill them so badly, but holds herself back

She did promise you she would survive, after all

After that, she distances herself from everyone, including Shuichi and Kaito

She doesn't want to risk making friends and falling in love again

She wants to get over you, but at the same time, she never wants to forget you

Sometimes, the guilt gets to her and she has to cry her feelings out

But when she has those moments, she runs out of energy and goes back to being numb after they're over

She follows through on her promise and survives the killing game

Longs for the day when she can find you again

Blackened

Denies that it was you at first

Argues with anyone who accuses you, even if they have solid evidence

But when you admit to it, she just stares at you for a moment

She still tries to deny it, but it's just not working

Then she gets angry

"You idiot! Why would you kill them, knowing what would happen next?! Do you wanna die?!"

She shouts at you with tears in her eyes

You just stare at her blankly, with regret in your eyes

"I'm sorry, Maki."

Don't misunderstand, she's not angry at you

Well, she is, but not because you were the blackened

She's less angry at the fact that you murdered someone, than the fact that you did it, knowing you were going to get executed

She couldn't care less about the victim. She cares that you threw your own life away to take someone else's

She only cared that she was going to lose you

When you head off to your execution, she can't bear to look at you

Her eyes are glued to the ground and her fists are clenched tightly

She can't watch your execution either

After it's all over, she's just numb

She doesn't have the energy to cry or be angry about what you did

She distances herself from everyone else, and spends most of her time locked in her room

She does have moments where she's angry at you for leaving her, before breaking down into a fit of tears

She does miss you though, and she doesn't hold any grudges against you for what you did

But she still wishes you were there with her

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa killing harmony #maki harukawa x reader #maki harukawa angst

[askmerriauthor]

Star Wars Thoughts

After “The Mandalorian” and playing “Star Wars: The Old Republic” served to rekindle a more active interest in Star Wars for me, it occurred to me that I’d never actually seen the original trilogy all in one.  I’d just seen the movies piece mail over several non-consecutive viewings, so I figured I’d sit down and rectify that.  Going through them all in a row brought some observations.

I never realized Luke can’t (or at least couldn’t) understand R2-D2.  I assumed he knew how to speak Binary, but C-3PO spends the entire first movie translating for Luke.  After Luke and R2 pair up to head to Dagobah, Luke only understands R2 when his ship visibly translates the beep-boops into written text for him.  All the time Luke spends talking to R2 on Dagobah itself is just him bouncing a monologue off R2 without ever having an actual conversation.

Holy shit are these movies efficiently written.  The pacing is tight as a drum, you get exactly as much screen time as you need for each concept to play out, and everything moves briskly without feeling rushed.  The stories each movie tells are as simple as can be, but that really works to their strengths.  I’d say the only real exception is “Return of the Jedi”, as pretty much the entirety of Endor felt like filler to just occupy the rest of the cast with while Luke and Vader did the actual heavy lifting.

The effects are really impressive and hold up remarkably well for the time they were made in.  That said, the additional CGI extras re-cut into the movies are glaringly out of place and frankly lessen the quality with their presence.  I don’t mind the notion behind them - Lucas wanting to flesh out the scenes in ways that he couldn’t originally - but the janky quality of the CGI and juvenile, out-of-place humor doesn’t do the movies any favors.  I’d actually like to see the OT redone again with the additions kept in, but re-rendered to actually composite better with the original footage.

To that same measure, the added scene with Han meeting Jabba in “A New Hope” should be cut.  It serves no purpose, looks bad, and literally repeats dialogue line for line said in the previous scene with Greedo.  Bad Lucas.  Bad.  No cookie.

Han shot first.  Fight me.

After being captured by the Ewoks, C-3PO is mistaken for some kind of golden god by the little guys.  Han demands the Droid use their misunderstanding to get the party out of trouble, but C-3PO refuses by saying that “his programming forbids him from impersonating a deity”.  I am aching to know what happened that would demand such a limitation exists as standard issue in a protocol droid’s programming.

Man does that Yoda puppet hold up to the test of time.  It still looks good and delivers a great performance.  “The Mandalorian” really made the right call in keeping Grogu as a CG-enhanced puppet rather than a full CG character.

I always knew C-3PO was meant to be comic relief, but I didn’t realize that Chewie was as well.  I’ve always had it in my head that he’s some kind of badass warrior as advertised, but the movies play him up as being a fuzzy oaf who doesn’t really do much of anything.

Emperor Palpatine walks using a cane.  Why did I never notice that?

What the hell why didn’t I ever realize that young Mark Hamill was jacked?  Everyone always goes on about Carrie Fisher in the golden bikini but was Sleeveless Training Montage Luke a thing for fans back then too?

Boba Fett still goes down like a punk-ass bitch without doing anything useful the entire trilogy, just as I remembered.

#star wars #the mandalorian #luke skywalker #grogu #original trilogy

[sgt-nerd-plays]

Week 6: Of Blood and Boyz

Week 6 brings us two new thrilling battles on the verdant fields of Herosand V!

Game Setup:

As with last week's battle, we're at 600 points, letting me field the following lads:

Our Heroes

We have Captain Incusator in Grav Armor. Three squads of five intercessors each, including the capable Sergeant Caminus. Reginald is our stalwart Dreadnought. Finally, there's Lieutenant Marculus, wielding a master-crafted stalker bolt rifle. Two CP have been spent to make Incusator a Chapter Master.

The one change this week was that we were now doing Maelstrom of War missions with tactical objectives.

The mission type was Cleanse and Capture.

My Narrative:

Having gently corrected the Imperial Guard and defeated the metal scourge of the Necrons, Chapter Master Incusator was now ready to continue his campaign. However, with the sheer number of Imperial Forces, he was beginning to wonder if the glory of this war might not be slightly diluted. He knew that the Iron Council would be upset if Medusa did not receive sufficient honor in this most noble fight for the Imperium! Little did he know how he would be tested in the battles to come.

Match 1:

Blood Angels

Their Forces:

Sanguinary Priest, Chaplain, Death Company with Jet Packs, Primaris Ancient, two squads of Intercessors, and one of Scouts.

quote:

"Sir!" Lieutenant Marculus said, snapping to attention. "The envoys from the Blood Angels are here." "Ah, splendid," Chapter Master Incusator said. "Send them in, lad. It will be nice to speak to someone reasonable for once." A furious man in red armor strode into the tent. "What's this about you badmouthing our successors?" he demanded. "I beg your pardon?" Incusator's brows knit up in confusion. "You should! Going around saying that the Flesh Tearers are weak, you should be ashamed of yourself!" "Ah!" Comprehension began to dawn. "I think you misunderstand." "Beep boop, yes," said Reginald from inside the dreadnought. "It is the flesh that is weak. The Blood Angels are made of flesh. Ipso beep facto, the Blood Angels are weak."

”Reginald! Stop helping!” "That insult won't stand! The cheek of it all!" The man pulled off his power armor's glove and slapped it across Incusator's face. "I challenge you and your tin soldiers to combat!"

But do they sparkle?

We had some fairly basic terrain. A nice set of ruins, some craters, and a nice block in the middle. He set his intercessors and ancient in the crater on his side of the map, and placed the scouts in the middle block.

Look! Up in the sky!

Meanwhile, his HQs and his death company were set up in the sky for deep strike fun later on.

I kept my units fairly close together, with one off to the side to head for the ruins. My memory of the tactical objectives is a little fuzzy at this point, but I know two were to grab the objectives closest to me, so that worked out nicely.

The first turn was basically just some shooting around. I got a goodly number of his intercessors and all of his scouts, scoring first blood. Since a goodly portion of his army was in deep strike, he couldn't quite match me for volume of fire, and only did a little bit of damage to my troops.

Falcon in the Dive

He brought his death company and chaplain out of deep strike behind me, and then put the sanguinary priest down where he could go for my dreadnought. The chaplains and death company charged one of my intercessor squads, but then caught a heroic intervention from the Chapter Master. They took out the intercessors, but they didn't do so well against the chapter master. Imperium's Sword is a really good way to punish backline charges. Then he charged my dreadnought with the sanguinary priest.

Oh, right in the hubris!

Sadly, the charge didn't go off. This left him open to take the full ride of my dread's shooting followed by a counter charge on my turn, giving me another point for taking his warlord. In desperation, he charged my dread with his remaining intercessor and the ancient.

Never charge a dreadnought who's been eating garlic.

Overwatch was not kind.

I had also charged my remaining intercessor squad into the melee in the crater.

Fancy a scrap, lads?

The intercessors were largely killed in the fighting, but between them and the chapter master, the chaplain and death company were finally defeated, leading to victory!

I think the heavy reliance on deep strike helped me out a lot here. If he hadn't had so much of his army off the board to start with, I probably wouldn't have been able to punish him so heavily to start things off. That said, I also got really lucky on some key rolls. My first round of shooting went really well, and then his failed charge with his sanguinary priest allowed me to pour more shooting out before getting into melee.

Match 2:

Orks

Their Forces:

Weirdboy, 12 Burnas, 29 Slugga/Choppa Boyz with boss nob, 10 Shoota Boyz, three deff koptas, with Goff kultur.

quote:

"Well, looks like the blood is also weak!" Chapter Master Incusator said. "Hmm. Seems a bit forced, to be honest," said Sergeant Caminus. "Oh, do you really think so?" "Just a bit. The basic wordplay is sound, though. Just needs a little workshopping." "Thank you, sergeant." Incusator frowned. "I say, do you hear something?" There was a rumbling, and then a ramshackle vehicle and some greenskinned bodies appeared over the horizon. "Orks, sir," Sergeant Caminus said, unnecessarily. "We'll show them! After all, the flesh is weak!" the chapter master shouted. "Da flesh is Waaaagh!" came the response from the orks.

Green Tide of Flesh

He put the deffkoptas into deep strike, then put as much of his forces behind cover as possible.

Catch a Ride!

The burna boyz were embarked quite literally onto the trukk. I felt this was the most immediate threat, since he was almost certain to take advantage of the open top of the trukk to torch me with the burnas. I decided I didn't really like that, so poured a decent amount of firepower into the trukk.

"Oi, where'd da trukk go?"

The trukk went kerblooey, and also took out a good portion of his burnas in the process. Some stalker bolt fire took out a few more, as well as much of the shoota squad.

Greenskins Defiant

By the end of my turn, the burnas and the shootas were gone, and I managed to take out a few of the slugga/choppa boyz. Once his turn came up, he used his weirdboy to Da Jump his main squad behind my troops.

"No one expects da orkish inquisition!"

This was his main strategy. I knew it was coming, but sometimes you have to deal with threats one at a time. However, luck was with me again.

He rolled his charge, needing a nine. A five and a three. Thanks to 'Ere We Go, he had the ability to reroll one or either of the dice. He chose the three. And rolled... another three. This is the drawback to playing Goffs as orks. They deal serious damage in a fight once they get into melee, but they have trouble getting there. With Evil Sunz, he would have made it.

He now had the biggest part of his force stuck behind me as my turn came up. I turned basically all of my firepower on them, and then charged in with the chapter master and the dreadnought.

Sad Waaagh Noises

With only his weirdboy left on the table and his deffkoptas still in deepstrike, we called it there.

He was really unlucky in that my army was mostly tuned for anti-horde. He was also starved for CP by the lack of a battalion. What CP he had he was saving up to use Unstoppable Green Tide to bounce his squad back to full models, but that required him to have at least one boy alive at the end of my turn, which just didn't happen. We talked a bit about how the game had gone, and he'll retune his list for the next games. I look forward to facing him again when he's made those changes.

quote:

Incusator sat among the wreckage of the orkish conveyance reading a data slate. "Great scott!" "Is something the matter, sir?" asked Lieutenant Marculus. "Quite the opposite! We're getting reinforcements. "More troops?" the young man asked. "More iron, lad, more iron. For after all..." "Yes sir. Flesh sir. Weak sir." "Your delivery needs some work, but you've got the gist of it, and that's what matters," Incusator said. "And we'll have a chance to show it soon!"

And those were my games for Week 6! Next, I jump up in points to 800. I've already painted up those models, and also most of the models I'll be adding for 1000 points, barring Iron Father Feirros (who's getting the full two weeks of work done on him). Wish me luck!

#warhammer 40k #wargaming #WH40K #40k #space marines #iron hands #plastic space barbies #adeptes astartes #Battle Report #batrep #orks #orks40k #space orks #goffs #blood angels

[stillhvrny]

H O R N D (O) G

*   VALENTINE’S   DAY   ALPHABET   /   not accepting   !

HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

answered ! 

ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

she’s shit with words, in literally EVERY way this question could be angling towards. it’s a mixture of so many different things, but nikki really says things… so simply, and that’s both GOOD and bad. she’s blunt, and she’s not always blunt in a horrible way ; but she also has huge issue in finding words to express herself in most ways, and that has led to misunderstandings and her just… giving up, really. 

ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

mostly a cynic, but she would love to be the opposite. i don’t even say that sarcastically. there’s a part of nikki ( buried pretty deep ) that really would LOVE to be a different woman to the one she is, and in the sense this q is going for, would love to be able to… take things at face value. to get out of her own head and let go of her instincts and allow herself to be wooed. unfortunately, she just… never will.

NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

i’m gonna open with a given : nikki LOVES sex. even if she never really got the romance part down, she has always been good in bed, and has always… used that, in a sense, in place of EXPRESSING herself. when she cared for someone, she could never find the words to say it : so she used sex. of course, when she didn’t care for someone she also used it in place of words, but… that’s neither here nor there. like cris, she likes it rough ; but at least as a human, she was MUCH more submissive. sure, she could take charge, and being submissive didn’t stop her from being a brat - but she liked her partner to take control. now she’s a newborn with all the tumultuous feels and strong emotions that comes with that, i think she’d be much more assertive from the get go. much, much more dominant just… in gen. 

DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

she’s a simple girl. take her to the movies, bring her anywhere she can get cheesy fries, hav the place to yourself when the date’s done. once again, it goes back to who she is versus who she’d love to be : nikki never really dated anyone who would have been the type to bring her to a fancy restaurant or even shower her with gifts ( even a BOUQUET of flowers ), so she doesn’t know if that’s more her speed. maybe it is ! 

ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

beep boop beep.

GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

she’s… not good. very not good. horrible, even. nikki has very literally NEVER had to give gifts, so she’s never had to be good at it. she’d try ! she’d try and work out what people liked ( hard when she pays very little attention to anyone’s special interests ) and she’d try work that way, but… she’d miss the mark more often than not. 

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[tricksheart]

What’s your muse’s strongest talent?

To surprise of many people, Akira’s strongest talent is to write poetry. Being alone and lost in his own thoughts for the start of his journey has given him time to reflect. Are the poems happy? God no. There the type where he’s pondering about if saving the woman was worth it. And other times are him questioning himself if he should interfere with things that are technically none of his business. There’s also poems about him being mad at the police force for being owned by men with power and influence. How people tend to throw away someone who is deemed to be ‘garbage’ by society even though he was falsely accused. Few unfinished scribbled clips can also be found in his writing about friendship and bonds with how the bonds can be broken by misunderstandings. Things about lying, a core theme in persona five, also appear within his notes. It’s not just something he was forced to do like with the probation journal. After the thieves enter his life, it’s more colorful. There’s also a little bit of pining for both the emperor and empress too but it’s more coded than the rest in case someone was somehow able to obtain the papers. His love of poetry comes down to him being taught early on by his mother. Maya Amano is known in the persona universe to be really great at poems. Even surpassing Marie’s in depth. And I personally believe when Akira was younger, about 5-6 years old, the best way to connect with his mom was learning the poems along with her. He just didn’t inherit the ‘whoopass time!, he learned a lot of valuable things that have stuck with him even with his perception of her not caring for him during the home expulsion.

What topics of conversation does your muse enjoy the most?

Akira’s very interested in memes and trending things on the internet. Memes are his life and a good way to cope with all the negativity that has been forced upon him during his journey. He can become too invested in them sometimes so he will try and engage in what other people are currently talking about. But he will get bored and go back to what he wants to talk about. He’s not going to change his personality too much. If he wants to say ‘beep boop’, he will say ‘beep boop’. He’s not going to seal himself away. It’s not healthy and Akira knows it. Of course, the topics wouldn’t get too mean or ‘dickish’ as Ryuji says Akira is at times. If he meets someone who is really good at poetry, ( see the above post ) and are questioning what would make it better or requesting feedback, Akira would most definitely add to the conversation. Whether he comes up with something that helps them or not is up to the other person. Meeting and talking to Marie would end up in him probably getting yelled at but who knows about the rest he comes in contact with.

How creative is your muse?

He’s creative but not as much as Yusuke is. He knows there’s more to life than just art or hobbies. He knows that a good balance of social and personal life if more healthy to have. Does he really just want to sleep the day away or play video games? Hell yes! But he also wants to hang out with his friends, his social links, and also the hobo guy that makes no sense that lives behind Le Blanc. He was prone more to write poems during his first days but stopped after he had some type of purpose again. He becomes a little more creative while buying armor and SP accessories but that’s just for the Metaverse. Actually, it’s to make sure his friends don’t die on him or keel over. Akira would had never thought about those things as being creative if he had never went there in the first place. There’s little doodles on napkins when he’s bored but that’s just him doing something to get his mind away from his absentmindedness and thoughts.  

Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty. Do you think the Phantom Thieves are honestly doing good?

A very heavy question given the circumstances. Would he actually answer honestly here? Giving away too much here couldn’t be wise since it’s coming from a complete stranger. Who knew if this was a trap or not? Akira’s not as energetic or proud like Ryuji is about being the phantom thieves but he knows the weight of the group as a whole.

He’s more like Yusuke in that respect. Yes, they are doing a good thing. Helping those in need but Akira also knows about the other side. How their actions to the general public don’t always seem to think in their ways. Akechi and Sae Nijima don’t approve of the actions, even call it brainwashing. Both sides has their share of opinions. Neither was in the right.

Akira still has his doubts about the whole thing but he doesn’t want to let the others know. He’s just as inexperienced in this even with his ‘joker’ code-name. He has to act strong for the rest. Like an older brother in a sense. Akira knows some of the team are older than him but he still thinks as himself like this. He doesn’t know why or how. Maybe because of his own mother being more of an older sister rather than a parent is what makes him think this way.

“What I think is relevant in the long run. There are many people who have both benefited and took away something from everything that has happened. I have keep repeating to myself that you can’t save everyone. It’s painful yeah. It even sucks sometimes but you gotta keep positive. They are making change in the world and some people don’t care for change. Even try to run away from it but sometimes you got to stand up, even if you get punished for it. The right way is sometimes the hard way”.  

Battle Tactics.

Mainly based off my gameplay, Akira spams tekaran and makaran spells or has Haru give them to the main team. He also buys the gel items that can make physical and magical barriers at Tae’s shop as well. It’s just as important as SP recovery items to him. His teammates look at him and wonder why he has bought so many. Akira tends to ignore those looks because he knows of Ann’s cake buying habits or Yusuke buying paint supplies instead of food so he figures, this will help the team in the long run so hell with all the looks he’s been given.

This will work against him when the enemy uses almighty attacks or is smart enough to figure out what he’s doing but Akira is still going to try to figure that out at a later date. 

what “Dere” type you think my muse is most like/would be! DANDERE - refers to a character who is often silent and to themselves. It may be due to shyness or just because they’re the quiet type. However, when alone with the person they are attracted to, they usually come out of their shell and become more loving.

KUUDERE -  refers to a character who is often cold, blunt, and cynical. They may seem very emotionless on the outside, but on the inside they’re very caring — at least when it comes to the ones they love.

More Kuudere than Dandere but yeah both could work here. He’s not that shy, he’s just a little cynical on the outside for showing his heart a little too much. Like doing the right thing but then getting punished makes him shrink a little each day. The two steps forward three steps back makes him seem distant if that makes sense. It’s not until he makes friends that makes him open up more with the jokes and constant hovering and giving two fucks.

On a side note; I know I shouldn’t compare characters but I see a lot of similarities with him and Maya Amano ( not to mention that in a certain verse, she is his mother ), doing nothing wrong but are constantly told to die and give up. For instance, how the phantom thieves practically run up to him just like the p2 group practically ran to Maya. Not to mention the similar reaction to their ‘death’. Similar but not the same though. Akira’s not used to being treated as older sibling to each of them, even the ones who are older than him however. A sounding board if you will. But deep down he realizes that’s what he wants. To have someone who is willing to listen to what he says because his voice has been not heard in so long.  

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A♣️ - What’s your muse’s strongest talent?

To surprise of many people, Akira’s strongest talent is to write poetry. Being alone and lost in his own thoughts for the start of his journey has given him time to reflect. Are the poems happy? God no. There the type where he’s pondering about if saving the woman was worth it. And other times are him questioning himself if he should interfere with things that are technically none of his business. There’s also poems about him being mad at the police force for being owned by men with power and influence. How people tend to throw away someone who is deemed to be ‘garbage’ by society even though he was falsely accused. Few unfinished scribbled clips can also be found in his writing about friendship and bonds with how the bonds can be broken by misunderstandings. Things about lying, a core theme in persona five, also appear within his notes. It’s not just something he was forced to do like with the probation journal. After the thieves enter his life, it’s more colorful. There’s also a little bit of pining for both the emperor and empress too but it’s more coded than the rest in case someone was somehow able to obtain the papers. His love of poetry comes down to him being taught early on by his mother. Maya Amano is known in the persona universe to be really great at poems. Even surpassing Marie’s in depth. And I personally believe when Akira was younger, about 5-6 years old, the best way to connect with his mom was learning the poems along with her. He just didn’t inherit the ‘whoopass time!, he learned a lot of valuable things that have stuck with him even with his perception of her not caring for him during the home expulsion.

2♣️ - What topics of conversation does your muse enjoy the most?

Akira’s very interested in memes and trending things on the internet. Memes are his life and a good way to cope with all the negativity that has been forced upon him during his journey. He can become too invested in them sometimes so he will try and engage in what other people are currently talking about. But he will get bored and go back to what he wants to talk about. He’s not going to change his personality too much. If he wants to say ‘beep boop’, he will say ‘beep boop’. He’s not going to seal himself away. It’s not healthy and Akira knows it. Of course, the topics wouldn’t get too mean or ‘dickish’ as Ryuji says Akira is at times. If he meets someone who is really good at poetry, ( see the above post ) and are questioning what would make it better or requesting feedback, Akira would most definitely add to the conversation. Whether he comes up with something that helps them or not is up to the other person. Meeting and talking to Marie would end up in him probably getting yelled at but who knows about the rest he comes in contact with.

3♣️ - How creative is your muse?

He’s creative but not as much as Yusuke is. He knows there’s more to life than just art or hobbies. He knows that a good balance of social and personal life if more healthy to have. Does he really just want to sleep the day away or play video games? Hell yes! But he also wants to hang out with his friends, his social links, and also the hobo guy that makes no sense that lives behind Le Blanc. He was prone more to write poems during his first days but stopped after he had some type of purpose again. He becomes a little more creative while buying armor and SP accessories but that’s just for the Metaverse. Actually, it’s to make sure his friends don’t die on him or keel over. Akira would had never thought about those things as being creative if he had never went there in the first place. There’s little doodles on napkins when he’s bored but that’s just him doing something to get his mind away from his absentmindedness and thoughts.

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[wrathofthestag]

Hot Young Thing

Summary: Through a series of misunderstandings, Bitty gets hit on and asked out during a family outing. Future fic where Jack and Bitty are parents. An installment of the Parenthood, Please! series. This jumps forward in the future where Beep Boop is six, and they now have a son. Also on AO3...

Jack had planned on meeting Bitty, Giselle, and Vincent at the Alex and Ani City Center after skate. Jack generally avoided going to such a crowded rink and preferred small, out-of-the-way rinks to afford his husband and children some quiet, quality family time, but it was Baani’s 6th birthday and she was one of Beep Boop’s closest friends.

“You don’t have to go,” Bitty said. “It’s totally fine, We’ll be okay.”

“Aw, papa. We’ll miss you if you don’t! You won’t be able to see V try to play shinny.”

“Papa, I’m going to shimmy! BB’s showing me!”

Jack swooped down and picked up their son, “It’s shinny. And you watch out for her, she’s the Checking Queen.”

Beep Boop nodded enthusiastically, “I can’t help it.”

“Lord, your daughter is going to grow up to be a goon,” Bitty said with a laugh.

“Daddy, I am a goon!” Beep Boop yelled out as she jumped toward Bitty leading with her shoulders.

“This girl,” Bitty said catching her in his arms and swinging her up.

“Bits, I’ll totally be there. I might be a little late if skate runs over but I’ll be there.”

“Well if you insist, handsome,” Bitty said putting Beep Boop down and snuggling up to Jack and then added, “Good! We don’t want to get any rumors started. People will say you didn’t show up because you left me for some hot young thing.”

“Bits!” Jack laughed, as he wrapped his arms around Bitty’s waist, “You know there’s no one hotter than you.”

Jack nibbled on Bitty’s neck as he threw his head back and began to laugh as well.

“Okay, Zimmermann. Scoot! I don’t want you to be tardy for the party.”

Jack smiled, kissed his family goodbye, and headed to Fruit of the Loom Arena.

+++

Bitty and the children arrived at the Alex and Ani City Center rink, and quickly found Baani’s family by the dozen balloons they had tied to a green railing.

“Hi, Reena! Hi, Sanjeet!” Bitty said as he put V down and watched Beep Boop and Baani run toward each other and begin hugging.

“Hey, Eric. You can leave your stuff over there, and that giant Thermos has hot cocoa.”

“Yum!” Bitty said as he put down the duffle bag, and took out everyone’s skates.

“And we have a little extra something for the grown ups to add to their cocoa,” Reena winked.

“Double yum!” Bitty said.

“Daddy, can I have cocoa?” V asked as he took his skates from Bitty.

“Sure, but how about in a little bit? Let’s get all settled first. Beep Boop!”

Bitty called out to Beep Boop again, her skates in his hands. She continued to chat excitedly with Baani.

“Giselle Bittle-Zimmermann!”

She quickly whipped her head toward her father, “Oh! Coming, daddy!”

Beep Boop and V worked on getting their skates on; Beep Boop slowly but surely knotting the laces for her brother.

More families came in, and Bitty knew most of them from school, but Reena and Sanjeet made some introductions for those outside of their Montessori school group.

“Edward. Hey, man, you made it!” Sanjeet called out. Bitty looked over as a man with a little girl walked toward Sanjeet.

“Yep, didn’t think we’d be able to-- but I worked it out with Frank. Even though it wasn’t my weekend, he let me bring Sarah.”

Sanjeet frowned slightly then smiled and said, “Sorry it’s been difficult, but I’m glad you two were able to make it.”

The little girl with Edward ran to see Baani, as Edward and Sanjeet walked closer to Bitty.

Bitty grinned and said, “Looks like you’ve been abandoned.”

Edward smiled, then took a good look at Bitty and his smile grew even broader.

“Guess so,” he said.

“Edward, this is Eric,” Sanjeet said, “Eric, Edward. If you’ll excuse me -- hosting duties call.”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Bitty said flashing a friendly smile.

Edward quickly looked Bitty up and down, and smiled warmly, “Likewise.”

The two men stood awkwardly for a moment and Bitty, being Bitty, wanted to make Edward feel at ease, so he put his hand on Edward’s forearm and said, “Would you like come cocoa? I hear they have a secret ingredient just for grown ups.” Bitty gave him a quick wink.

“Oh,” Edward said then leaned into Bitty’s touch ever so slightly, “Sure. Let me just check on Sarah.”

Just then V came up to Bitty, “Daddy! I wanna skate with BB, but she went on the ice.”

“Did she leave you, sweet boy?”

V nodded mournfully.

“Will you be my skate partner, sweet pea?”

V nodded again.

“Okay! Let me put on my skates, and I’ll be right with you. You stay here, okay?”

Bitty walked down to get his bag, when Edward returned.

“Who are you?” Vincent asked.

“I’m Edward, and what’s your name, little guy?”

“My daddy said I shouldn’t tell strangers my name,” he said pointing toward Bitty who was a couple feet away pulling his skates from the duffle bag.

“Oh, I know your daddy. His name is Eric, right?”

V nodded. “I hope my papa comes, but who knows.”

“Who knows?” Edward asked looking at Bitty.

V nodded yet again, “Who knows because he left us for a hot young thing.”

“Excuse me?” Edward said, eyes wide, just as Bitty returned.

“I see you’ve met Mr. Vincent, here.”

“Uh...yes, sort of. Hi, Vincent.”

V looked up at Edward and gave him a quick salute.

“I think our adult beverage will have to wait, Edward. I promised V here that I’d be his skating partner.”

Edward looked Eric up and down again, this time with way more interest. He was friendly, appeared to be a good dad and holy smokes, hot as hell. Edward’s day was definitely starting to improve. It had been a year since his divorce, and all his friends thought it was time for him to start dating again. Why not?

And Jesus Christ, if Eric got dumped for a “hot young thing” what did that other guy look like?!

“I’ll join you, if you don’t mind. I don’t think Sarah wants me tagging along,” Edward said blushing slightly.

“Of course!” Bitty called out as Vincent began dragging him toward the rink.

+++

“Daddy, do some jumps,” V called out.

“No, baby. There are too many people here. Too dangerous.”

“Jumps?” Edward asked.

They had been skating around the rink for about 20 minutes and by then Edward was completely charmed by Eric. He knew Eric owned his own bakery, was originally from Georgia, had two children, and played hockey when he was in college.

“I used to figure skate when I was a kid,” Bitty said blushing.

“Were you good?” Edward asked with complete heart eyes.

“The best in Madison!” Bitty said with a smirk.

“Spins?” Vincent asked.

“Oh, all right!” Bitty said as he began a camel spin which morphed into a donut spin, then dropped to a sit spin. Vincent clapped while the people around him stopped to watch.

Beep Boop approached quickly and snowed the ice to stop right in front of her daddy as he finished his spin. She whooped and hollered.

“You go, daddy!” Beep Boop called out.

Bitty bowed to the small crowd who applauded, “Thanks, y’all.”

Edward skated toward Bitty, “Wow! You’re amazing.”

Bitty shrugged, “Now, now…”

“Wanna come with me, Fives?” Beep Boop asked.

Vincent nodded enthusiastically, and looked at Bitty.

“Daddy, can I go with BB?”

“That’s fine, just don’t go any further than that marker. I’ll be standing right there,” Bitty said and pointed. Beep Boop held out her hand for V who skated toward her.

Sarah came up, face flushed from skating, smiling. “Daddy! I’m having so much fun!”

“That’s great, cutie. Do you want me to skate with you?”

“Naw, I’m okay,” and she quickly made off once again.

Edward’s face fell slightly and Bitty noticed.

“Well, at least she’s having fun,” he offered and patted Edward’s arm.

“I guess,” he replied.

“How about we get that hot cocoa now?” Bitty said.

They stood off to the side, and watched the kids skate. About two minutes in, V came up to Bitty on the verge of crying.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“BB said I was too slow and couldn’t skate with her no more.”

“Giselle!”

Bitty caught her eye, but she quickly looked away pretending not to notice her dad’s wild gesticulations.

“GISELLE!”

She skated up toward them and said, “Yes, daddy?”

“Your brother wants to skate with you. Can you please take him with you?”

“He’s too slow!”

Bitty took a deep breath, “Well, if he skates more he’ll get better, and if he gets better he’ll be faster, so…”

Beep Boop sighed, and was about to roll her eyes until she saw Bitty’s glare.

“Come on, Fives.”

“And stop calling him Fives,” Bitty called out. He rolled his eyes and knew if Jack were here, there wouldn’t be any nonsense from Ms. Beep Boop.

“It’s hard being alone sometimes with these two!” he said to himself, glad that Jack was on his way. He was already imagining the game of Crack the Whip they’d play once he got there.

Edward said, “I know it is. But you’re doing a great job on your own.”

“Huh?”

“So, Fives?”

“Oh,” Bitty laughed. “It’s a long story!”

“Would you like to skate some more?” Edward asked.

Bitty polished off the rest of his bourbon hot cocoa and said, “Sure.”

The two made their way to the ice and skated around pleasantly chatting and laughing, talking about music, food, and movies. And Bitty realized he really liked Edward, and found the possibility of a friendship with someone outside of hockey and baking to be exciting. He knew Jack would like him as well. He had an easiness about him that he felt would be compatible with his gorgeous Canadian.

“So, Eric. Are you busy Friday night?”

“I don’t think so, why?”

“Well, I...that is… ” Edward stammered, as he reached out his hand and stroked Bitty’s arm. “If you’d like to… Can I give you my number?”

And in that instant, it hit Bitty.

“Oh… OH!”

Bitty’s face burned as he realized that Edward was about to ask him out. Didn’t he know Bitty was married? Well, he guessed it officially didn’t come up. And Bitty forgot his ring next to the sink that morning. And then he said it was hard doing it alone. Ugh! OH LORD! Oh, this poor guy. Oh...WHERE WAS JACK?!

“I...uh...I should go look for Vincent,” Bitty stammered.

“I’m okay, daddy!” he called out as he skated past Bitty.

“Wait!” Bitty called out in vain. Beep Boop did a small waltz jump as she glided past her father.

“So, Eric. What kind of food do you like? That is...do you ever--- ”

“Will you excuse me? I have to… uh. I’ll be right back!”

Bitty practically sprinted off the ice, and pulled out his phone.

Bits: Where are you?!

Jack: I just parked. How come?

Bits: I just got asked out on a date, that’s how come! D: D: D:

Jack: Wait, what?

Bits: Darn my southern charm! Some dad here just asked me out on a date. I don’t think he realizes I’m married.

Jack: Haha.

Jack: Wait! he’s not cute is he????

Bits: Oh lord yes! I am thinking about leaving you for him. My new American beau.

Jack: Bitty?

Bits: You ding dong, I don’t care what he looks like. Come save meeeee!

Jack: Is he being handsy or rough?

Bits: No! I just hate that I’m about to break his poor little heart.

Jack: Really Bits? Break his heart? Someone thinks highly of themselves.

Bits: Don’t chirp me!!! If I do it’s your fault, Zimmermann! You’re always feeding me that "no one is hotter than you" nonsense. Hurry Jack! Hurrrrrrry!

Bitty put his phone in his back pocket, sighed, and made his way back to the ice. One, he should check on his children -- you know, those two lovable moppets that depended on him for love, food, and shelter -- and two, he had to let Edward down gently. Darn his southern charm and boyish good looks!

Just as Bitty pushed off onto the ice, a small child zipped in front of him causing him to instinctively fall back to avoid a collision. Losing his balance, his feet went out from under him. Edward came out of nowhere and caught Bitty in his arms.

Bitty froze momentarily and looked up and saw Edward smiling down at him.

“Lord! I am sorry!” Bitty gasped.

“I’m glad I was here to help,” Edward said with a soft smile, as he dipped his face closer to Bitty’s and squeezed his arms gently.

“Uh...hi, Bits.”

Jack’s face loomed over Bitty, and Bitty felt his face grow hot and red.

Edward helped Bitty up, and looked at Jack.

“Jesus Christ, you’re Jack Zimmermann,” Edward said flabbergasted.

“Yeah. Hello,” Jack said extending his hand.

Edward shook it, confused, then looked at Bitty, “You know Jack Zimmermann?”

“I’m Eric’s husband,” Jack said folding his arms across his chest, suddenly appearing much larger and taller.

Edward looked at Bitty, then back at Jack, then Bitty, “Your… husband?”

Bitty nodded.

Just then Beep Boop and Vincent skated to Jack.

“Papa!” they called out in unison.

“Bonjour, BB! Bonjour, Cinq!” he called out as they each took hold of one leg.

“S'il te plait n'appeles pas notre fils Cinq!” Bitty said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Edward looked at Bitty and said, “I thought… I...”

Bitty bit his lip, and then looked at Jack who nodded and took the kids off to the side.

“I’m sorry, Edward. There seems to have been a misunderstanding,” Bitty said.

“God, I’m such an asshole,” Edward sighed, throwing his hands up in the air. “Flirting with a married man! And when you made the comment about doing it alone-- I just thought, and then Vincent had said earlier…”

Bitty’s eyebrows flew up, “What did Vincent say?”

Edward shook his head, “No, nothing. Clearly, I misunderstood.”

“I’m flattered. Really! You seem like a great guy.”

“Oh, not the great guy line,” Edward groaned. “Anything but that.”

“You’re very sweet,” Bitty said with a smile, and squeezed Edward’s shoulder. He then skated away toward Jack and the kids.

Edward watched as Jack held out a hand for Bitty, he then pulled him in and kissed his forehead.

+++

Later at dinner, Beep Boop excitedly relayed the story how she skated around the rink, “I was faster than the boy! And he was bigger than me, and I still skated faster!”

“Who runs the world?” Bitty called out.

“Girls!” Vincent and Beep Boop yelled out.

“Who wants more spaghetti?” Jack asked.

Vincent raised his hand, “Meeee!”

Jack got up and served V another helping, putting his hand on Bitty’s shoulder as he walked by. Celly wagged his tail hoping to get a few table scraps.

“So, Mr. Vincent?”

“Yes, daddy?” he asked with a mouth full of pasta.

“Did you say anything to Edward today about papa?”

“Who’s Edward?”

“You know, that man you were talking to and I was skating with at the party.”

“Yup. I said that papa left us for a hot young thing.”

Bitty practically did a spit take while Jack laughed.

“Vincent Bittle-Zimmermann!”

“Oh my god, Bits. That’s pretty hilarious,” Jack said.

“What’s a hot young thing?” Beep Boop asked. “Should I just ask Uncle Poopy?”

“Okay,” Jack said, getting up from the table. “Oh, boy. I think it’s time for some mini pies. Who wants a mini pie?!”

+++

Jack reclined in bed and watched Bitty undress, while Goon licked her paws at the foot of the bed. Bitty yawned and walked over to the bathroom where he tossed his clothes into the hamper. He then climbed into the bed, and put his head on Jack’s chest; Jack immediately wrapped his arm around Bitty.

“Bits?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you get hit on a lot?”

Bitty chuckled, “Jack Laurent Zimmermann, are you jealous?”

“No. Never. I know I have no reason to be.”

“Well then?”

“I mean it, Bits. You’re kind, you’re smart, you’re gorgeous. Who wouldn’t want to be with you?”

“Keep talking like that mister, and you might get lucky tonight.”

Jack kissed the top of Bitty’s head and said, “I am lucky. Every day and every night. I have you.”

Bitty looked up and smiled at Jack and then pushed up to kiss him-- a sweet slow thing, until it wasn’t. Jack happily deepened the kiss, as Bitty climbed on top of him.

“I love you,” Bitty said into Jack’s mouth.

“And I love you, my hot young thing.”

The two laughed, until their hot kisses silenced their laughter well into the night.

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[kintsugi-sheep]

B0tn4rd’5 Pr0gr4mm1ng

The Jameson leaked from the corners of Rory's mouth as he downed twenty ounces from the forty-ounce bottle. He spun the revolver's chamber and placed the gun to his head. Click. Rory sighed in relief, dropping the gun onto the table like it had tried to bite him. Tyson picked it up next. He didn't drink or panic or posture. He picked it up, spun the chamber, and put the trigger against his head. Click. He chuckled and handed it off the Bernard. Bernard took the revolver in both hands. His hands carried it the way a grandmother would carry a fallen baby bird, but his eyes held the terror one would expect from a small child holding a two-headed snake. He gave it the hardest spin he could and quickly put the barrel against his head. Then it stopped. The mechanical sound of the barrel spinning stopped. It didn't slow down like it had before; it stopped spinning abruptly. Like a sprinter colliding with a brick wall, the rotation stopped. Like leaping from a diving board to perform a belly flop, the rotation stopped. Like Bernard's heart when he walked in on his girlfriend in bed wit his brother, the rotation stopped. Bernard's eyes darted quickly between his friends. He could feel the barrel of the gun shaking against his head as his hand trembled. Then, he got an idea. "Apologies. It is against my programming to self-terminate." Rory and Tyson looked at each other skeptically before turning back to their friend. "Your what?" Rory asked, belching up the last word. Bernard dropped the gun like it was hot. "Yeah. Beep. Can't self-terminate. It's against my programming." Tyson spoke next. "So you can't kill yourself?" "Bleepity boop. No. I literally can not; I'm not alive." "Right. So you can't self-terminate?" "That's correct." "Ah!" Rory said, pointing at one of the three Bernard's he was seeing. "That's a contraction!" "What?" "I don't know much about robots, but I do know they don't use contractions." "Sorry. Boop. It was included in my vernacular download. I haven't cleared that cache yet." "Alright, Mr. Robot." Tyson leaned in and grabbed his shot of vodka. "Who's your programmer?" "That is classified. Beep." "Got a serial number?" "That is classified. Beep boop." "What are Asimov's three laws of robotics?" "Bloop. That is classified." There was lingering silence for a moment. Rory and Tyson exchanged a series of facial expressions before facing their robot friend again. "Everybody knows the three laws of robotics." "They do? Bleep. This new information must be stored." Rory counted on his fingers. "Don't hurt humans. Obey orders. And protect yourself. In that order." "That sounds reasonable. However, I am allowed to avoid performing activities that I believe to be threatening to my health." "Health?" Rory choked out. "Programming. Bleepity bloop. Zero-one-zero-zero-one." Tyson pulled the gun up and pointed it at Rory's head. "I order you to let me shoot Rory." "What?" two voices asked, one following up with a "beep" sound. "Yeah. You think that this round is a dangerous one. So clearly there's a bullet in here." "Beep, that is ill-advised." "Don't worry about it. It doesn't endanger you and you aren't guilty of pulling the trigger. All you have to do is obey orders in this case." Bernard's eyes hopped between his two friends. "Error. Error. Do not go through with this. Beep." "No man, it's fine," Rory slurred. "Just follow your programming and we'll believe you." Bernard's eyes grew wider. "Beep! I'm trying to save you asshole! Boop!" Tyson raised his hand in a soothing manner. "Hey, Bernard, relax. You can tell your machine overlords that it was all a misunderstanding. Just a bunch of guys, two got too drunk, and one died. That doesn't compromise you, so you won't be recalled. Or whatever happens to you robots." "Beep. Hold on." "I'm gonna do it." Tyson cocked the hammer. "Three." "Boop. Wait!" "Two." Rory raised his Jameson bottle in a salute. "It's been nice knowing you, Botnard." He threw his head and the bottle back, chugging. "One." "Stop!" Bernard leapt across the table, knocking ever glass and bottle off. His fist knocked into Tyson's hand, pushing it up. The surprising reaction made his hand twitch. And he pulled the trigger. The gun fired, the Jameson bottle shattered. Sand-sized shards of glass and the sixteen remaining ounces of liquor rained onto Rory, who, for his part, stared dumbfounded at the ceiling. No one moved for a full minute, partially out of shock, partially out of waiting for their hearing to return. Rory was the first to speak. "So, you're like one of those omnipotent, big brother type AIs right?"

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[afewproblems]

Prompts!

50. “I need you to forgive me.”

OR

53. “I’m flirting with you.”

Whichever vibe you’re feeling ☺️ -steddierthings

Ahhh! Thank you for this @steddierthings this one got sad, even though I ended up going with 53. "I'm flirting with you."

"Eddie! Eddie, wait!" Steve calls after him, tearing down the hallway as Eddie makes a beeline for the front door, an angry flush staining his cheeks and neck.

Eddie ignores the urgency in Steve's voice as he grabs the door handle only to stumble as a pair of hands grasp his shoulders.

"Eddie please--"

"Just fuck off," Eddie snarls, whirling around to face him. Who the hell did he think he was, that Steve could say these things, do these things, without any consequences?

Steve flinches, raising his hands in surrender, but he holds his ground as he steps closer, expression determined.

"If you would just let me explain--"

Eddie laughs over Steve's words, a harsh mirthless sound, "explain what exactly?" 

It was one thing for Eddie to quietly pine from afar, to know in his heart of hearts that his feelings could never be returned. 

It was another to have them thrown in his face like this. 

"I know you told me a little about Ozzy that day, you know in the woods?" Steve says softly as he replaces the Tears for Fears cassette with another tape -this one with a handmade label on both sides. 

"And I know you like, uh, Metal and rock music," Steve continues, ignoring the pained snort Eddie makes from his position on the couch. 

It's another night, just the two of them. 

Robin left them about an hour ago to finish their movie, 'alone,' though why she said it that way, Eddie has no idea. 

"So I made this for you," Steve says, pressing play on the cassette player in the Harrington living room.

A mixture of synth and guitar pour out from the speakers as drums soon join them, snapping out a heavy rhythm as the singer starts, his voice a little higher than Eddie was expecting for the music.

'We are secrets to each other

Each one's life a novel

No-one else has read

"It's uh, Rush, do you know them?" Steve says in a near whisper as he walks back to where Eddie is sitting on the couch. He's playing with his fingers, picking at his thumbnail in the same way Robin does when she's nervous, but what the hell would Steve have to be nervous about right now, Eddie thinks to himself as Steve sits down with a shy smile. 

'Even joined in bonds of love

We're linked to one another

By such slender threads'

"I uh, thought you might like the guitar in it, it's not as like, present as some of their other songs though," Steve mumbles with a shrug as he continues looking at Eddie with soft eyes.

He's moving closer now, close enough that Eddie can feel the warmth of Steve's breath on his face, what the hell is he doing?

"Yeah, I've heard of them, they aren't really my thing," Eddie says nervously, inching backward, his eyes widen as Steve follows him, his eyes drop down to Eddie's mouth so quickly he nearly misses it.

'I think it's time for us to realize

The spaces in between

Leave room

For you and I to grow'

"Eddie," Steve whispers, his eyes flutter nearly closed, "can I, I really like you--"

No. He can't think about it again.

He can't think about the freckles he counted, dusting Steve's nose, the flecks of green and gold in his eyes just before they closed to reveal long brown lashes. 

The way his nose felt as it brushed Eddie's own just before he scrambled away across the couch, leaving Steve there with confusion and alarm painted across his face.

It would have been so easy to let himself have this, to go along with whatever prank Steve had obviously concocted. Even if it meant letting him shatter Eddie's heart, just so he could have the chance to feel those lips against his own just once.

"You got me King-Steve, let's all make fun of the freak right?" He scoffs and reaches behind himself for the door handle again.

"I'm flirting with you, Eds, I promise," Steve insists, moving closer into Eddie's space, he reaches for his shoulders again only for Eddie to turn the handle and evade Steve's hands as he steps over the threshold.

"Asshole," Eddie huffs as he makes his way back to his van, leaving Steve standing on his front step, watching mournfully as Eddie gets into the van and peels out of the driveway.

Part Two and Part Three

#beep boop misunderstandings again #steddie #unrequited love or is it #mutual pining #steve harrington #eddie munson #short and sweet or rather short and sad #afewproblems writes #afewproblems answers #I was considering following this up with the second prompt in this ask #I need you to forgive me #because that could absolutely work #I hope you enjoy!