#abba is good for any scenario!

[staghunters]

Nothing like writing about grisly murder to the winner takes it all

#abba is good for any scenario! #i blame my abba/judith beheading holofernes essay for this #the seed that this association sprouted from

[starstruckmoony]

wish you were sober.

masterlist

pairing - sirius black x reader

summary - you're drunk and try to kiss sirius. he rejects you 'cause you aren't sober. then the same thing happens again, but the other way around.

trope - friends to lovers (non-magic au!), fluff

word count - 2.9k

warnings - drinking, vomiting, mentions of sex, language

you were pretty drunk, to say the least.

parties were something you would usually regret going to five minutes after arriving, yet you always managed to wind up in them. this time, the biggest one yet was being held at james potter's house. you were pretty sure he invited the whole bloody year over. good thing his parents were away for that week. he just happened to be another one of your and sirius' good mates, so you didn't even have to ask him to know whether he'll be there or not. and where sirius goes, you go too. because for one, you would become bored out of your mind without him at some point in the night, and two, he was your best friend. the best friend you definitely did not have feelings for.

so, there you were, stood on the balcony of what you assumed was one of the guest bedrooms, clutching a plastic cup filled with orange juice and a strong alcohol of some sort. you weren't even sure what was in it, it tasted like absolute shit and it made your throat sting harder than anything you'd ever drunk, but it was enough to get you wasted and that's what mattered. you were leaning maybe a tad bit too close to the railing, one simple push from behind would have you landing straight into the tussle the blokes bellow you appeared to be having.

"don't fall over." sirius warned from behind you. he came back from a quick trip to the bathroom. you scoffed, whining when he tugged at the sleeve of your (his) leather jacket to help you come inside.

you spent most of the party on the second floor, trying to stay away from the bigger crowd. you hadn't seen james for most of the party, and you could only assume what he was getting up to since lily was nowhere to be seen either. you had remus with you for a while, however. he wasn't very fond of parties, so he opted for staying upstairs with the pair of you where it was a little less rowdy for as long as he was able to. at some point in the night mary and peter came looking for him. you were surprised when he actually left you and sirius for them, and you simply could not grasp why it happened. sirius could though, he was guilty of staring at you like a lovesick idiot (that of course flew over your head because you couldn't even walk properly let alone think straight) and remus wasn't about to watch the two of you snog right next to him.

sirius was sober, much to everybody's surprise. you couldn't pinpoint why he wasn't in the mood for drinking, and why he was only on his second bottle of beer four hours into the night. in any other scenario, he'd be stumbling around the house, most likely butchering one of abba's songs despite always putting on a face whenever james and the girls wanted to listen to them. he told you it was the party that bored him.

unbeknownst to you, he decided not to drink much that night after seeing you had different plans. sirius wanted to make sure you would get home safely (after experiencing several train-wrecks trying to walk home with you while both of you were hammered). he also wanted to unsure that nobody else would try to do anything stupid to you in your drunken state. many blokes had their eyes on you, and very obvious to everybody but yourself, sirius despised all of them. he wanted them nowhere near you. he always let his jealousy get the best of him somehow, at least that's what remus liked to say. but they didn't deserve someone as good as you, he'd tell himself, nor were they worthy of your attention. sirius loved you, he really did, but of course, you were too oblivious to realise how much he truly cared for you, even when you weren't intoxicated.

"okay, mum." you rolled your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder the moment you made it to the couch. "is this your fourth one?" he looked down at the cup in your hand with furrowed eyebrows.

"sixth." you giggled, waving the cup around. he managed to catch it before it fell out of your hand and spilled everywhere, and then threw it out the open window.  "you've had enough."

"you twat, i was drinking that." you attempted to reach for your long lost drink, but failed when you felt a jolt of pain shoot through your head and you fell onto sirius' lap. you turned from your side and onto your back, and finally took note of the way he was looking at you. he seemed worried, and even your drunken self could see that. you scrunched your face up and poked at his chest, drawing a laugh from him.

your head was seriously begging to spin, partially because of the alarming amount of what you hoped was only vodka in your system, but partially because of sirius. and his stupid smile, and his stupid hair, and his stupid self that you adored with your whole being.

the alcohol in your body must have truly been messing with your brain, because you suddenly blurted out something you would never, ever, dared to have said while sober;

"i really wanna kiss you." it was almost inaudible, but sirius definitely heard it. he stiffened, sucking in a breath. he wanted more than anything in the world to kiss you, but not while you were in this state.

"y/n, no, you're drunk." sirius shook his head. you sat up with a pout on your face. he let his head fall down with sigh, and then glanced back at you only to be met with your disappointed expression.

"am i not pretty enough?" you took his hands into yours. he didn't pull them away.

"y/n, don't be silly." he massaged your knuckles with his fingers. your face didn't change, and your drunken mind couldn't make any sense of what he was saying. all you understood was the word no, and that was enough to break your heart.

"that's not an answer." you whined, leaning forward in attempt to kiss him. sirius instinctively moved away, causing you both to slide off the couch and straight onto the floor. you fell onto his chest. he huffed, gently pushing you off of himself and standing up. he took your hand and pulled you up, and you collapsed against him.

your face was pressed against his shoulder and his arms were tightly wrapped around you, preventing you from falling and holding you in place. you felt safe in his embrace.

"y/n." he said softly. you looked up at him, lips pouty and eyes glossy. "i knew it. you don't think i'm pretty enough to kiss."

"love, you're not sober enough to kiss." you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. he laughed, helping you stand up properly. you murmured something incoherent, latching onto his arm so that you don't fall over. 

"i'll kiss you when you're sober," he cupped your cheeks and smiled in attempt to reassure you. you so shook your head with a frown. that was not anything near satisfying enough for you. the emotional outburst, along with all of the vodka you consumed that was making your stomach turn, became too much to bear.

you pushed him out of the way, and made a clumsy run out onto the balcony. you caught onto the railing, leaned over it, and everything you had eaten and drank that day came back out. and again. and then again. at least it broke up the silly fight going on down there. amidst all of that, you felt one of sirius' hands patting your back, and the other holding your hair away from your face.

you turned around and stumbled back inside, groaning in pain, feeling completely and utterly humiliated. "are you alright now?" he questioned worriedly as he followed after you.

"think so." you nodded, your face beet red from the shame you were feeling. you two managed to waddle downstairs and out of the house without any additional incidents (other than almost stepping onto a sleeping emmeline on the stairs and then running into marlene and dorcas who were eating each other's faces in the hallway).

"climb onto my back." sirius kneeled down in front of you once you successfully made it out onto the pavement in front of james' house. you obliged, feeling only slightly happier seeing that he will give you a piggyback ride home. it was the easiest solution he could think of, as trying to walk you back to your house with your wobbly legs would be a lot more challenging. yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that, both of you ended up with scraped elbows and bruises on your knees.

"promise." you snuggled your face into the back of his neck, inhaling his scent. it always calmed you, it felt like home. "hm?"

"promise that you'll kiss me."

"i promise." oh how he wished you were sober.

***

about a six days later, you were at it again, at marlene's birthday party. but this time, it was sirius who had too much to drink, not you. after having the worst hangover of your life the week before, you refused to touch any type of alcohol that was offered to you and decided to keep watch of your best friend, just like he kept watch of you. you tried not to leave his side, even in the crowded living room, where the air was so thick you could barely breathe, and where you couldn't even hear yourself think because of all the noise, coming both from the attendees and the record player in the corner.

"is the room spinning for you? it's spinning for me." sirius looked up at the ceiling, a drunken laugh slipping past his lips.

"how about you sit down?" you suggested, laughing when he managed to smack himself in the face.

"nah." he brushed you off, reaching for the cup with some sort of strange cocktail that he left on the windowsill. he took a swig, and then looked at you, smiling like an idiot.

"has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?" he tilted his head to the side. you felt heat rush to your cheeks and you awkwardly squirmed in your spot. "i've heard it once or twice." you swallowed, crossing your arms and looking down at your knees in embarrassment. you cursed inwardly for feeling so affected by his compliments, he wasn't thinking straight at all.

"you should hear it every day." you bit your tongue and glanced over at him. your eyes widened in horror when he began losing his balance. you instinctively reached for his arm, pulling him by the sleeve of his jacket and making him collapse onto the couch next to you.

"ouchie." he giggled, nuzzling his face into your arm. you were as still as a statue, pupils blown wide and face burning red. you didn't have the heart to push him away, so you let him do his thing, as long as it didn't go any further than that.

"y/n." he murmured.

"hm?" you sighed, averting your eyes to pandora and a bloke you didn't know a couple of meters away from you. they looked like they were about to snog any second. you exchanged a knowing glance with regulus who just happened to be passing by the pair of you. he didn't quite stick around though, and you couldn't blame him.

"you're really beautiful." sirius murmured. you inhaled sharply, mumbling a quiet thank you.

"y/n." he said again.

"what, sirius?" you turned your head towards him this time, noticing that his face had scrunched up.

"i think i'm gonna be sick."

of course he was. you almost lost count of how many drinks he downed, so you found yourself waiting outside of the bathroom, leaning against the wall with sirius sitting on the floor next to you.

"y/n." he managed to choke out. "yes?" you groaned, looking over at the bathroom door for the nth time. you gave up on beating the shit out of it when no answer came from the other side, though you were very much annoyed by whoever was in there because why the hell were they taking so bloody long.

"you know what we said at james' party?" he mumbled, his head falling to the side and resting on your legs. yes, you do. though you pretended not to remember anything that morning last week when sirius stayed over at your house after dragging you there. he didn't bring anything up either, so you thought it was safe to assume that he believed you couldn't recall what was said and that he could get away with it.

the truth is, he really did think you forgot and didn't want to make things awkward. he had feelings for you and he never tried to lie to himself about it, but much like yourself, was a bit oblivious. he chalked the whole "kiss me" outburst of yours up to the alcohol and refused to think or talk about it.

but now, his thoughts weren't exactly the clearest. he was too drunk to control what was coming out of his mouth.

"not really. many things were said." you cleared your throat, refusing to look at him. he grunted, struggling to get up onto his feet. when he did, he fell slack against you, throwing his arms around you.

"kiss." he sniffled. you squirmed out of his hold, sighing. "what about it?"

"i said i'll kiss you when you're sober," you nodded slowly, tapping your foot on the floor nervously, "now you're sober."

you laughed, shaking your head, "yes, but you're not."

"doesn't matter." he argued, pulling you into a hug again. the bathroom door opened just as he did.

"oh, for fuck's sake crouch." you cursed as barty walked past you with a satisfied smirk and a blushing evan trailing behind him. you rolled your eyes and quickly dragged sirius inside.

"what was i saying? oh yeah, it does matter." you retorted, leading him over to the toilet bowl. you had a death grip on him, making sure he doesn't fall because that would be simply disastrous, and you could finally breathe normally once you made it there. "how?" he leaned against it, looking up at the ceiling. he just seemed so... sad.

"because you're not sober." you stated the obvious. he whined, flailing his arms around like an angry toddler. "that's not important, i said i'll do it."

"sirius, forget the promise–"

"i don't care about the promise, i just wanna kiss you." he cried and launched himself forward into your arms. you didn't push him away this time, but held him instead, running your hands through his messy hair. "how about we kiss when we're both sober?" you suggested, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat. you were certain that it would never happen, and that you'll just keep making promises you know you can't keep.

"deal. tomorrow." he pulled back, sticking out his pinkie finger.

"tomorrow?"

he nodded. "promise." you locked your pinkie with his, and whispered, "okay, promise."

he was throwing up in the toilet ten seconds later. what a way to end your night.

the morning after, you woke up early, with sirius already awake and lying next to you, wrapped up into the blankets as if he was in a cocoon. only his eyes were peeking out and he smiled when you met his gaze. he looked adorable, you swore it was the best sight you had ever woken up to.

"good morning to you too." you chuckled tiredly, sitting up and rubbing your eyes with a yawn. "how are you feeling?"

"everything hurts and i smell bad, but other than that, i'm feeling fantastic."

"wonderful." you replied sarcastically, lifting up the blankets from your body to get out of bed. sirius tugged at your wrist before you could do that.

"what?" you met his eyes, and you instantly knew what he was thinking. "why didn't you say anything last week?" your lips formed into a thin line.

"figured you said it not to hurt me," you shrugged, looking down at your fingers which were now intertwined with his, "not 'cause, you know, you actually wanted to kiss me."

"i wouldn't have said it if it wasn't what i wanted." the honesty in his voice destroyed you. you didn't even have to look at him to know that he was telling the truth. your vision became blurry, and you fell into his arms.

you held onto each other for a good minute, and then pulled apart, only to collide again, letting your lips meet. you were finally kissing him, kissing your best friend. your best friend who was finally sober.

"ew, morning breath." you pushed him away, letting your head rest on his shoulder and laughing uncontrollably. "this is the worst moment we could have picked to profess our love each other." sirius chuckled along with you.

"you're the one who decided to get all cheesy at the crack of bloody dawn." you lifted your head to look at him, and you couldn't help but smile. he looked so happy, you wanted to kiss every single inch of his face.

"i'm mental about you, you know." he said softly, wrapping his strong arms around you. you buried your face into his neck, sighing in content, "i'm mental about you too."

#sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius black imagine #sirius black drabble #sirius black one shot #sirius black smut #sirius black fanfiction #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #pandora lovegood #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #emmeline vance #marlene x dorcas #dorlene #barty x evan #rosekiller #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #marauders era #marauders #reread atyd the other day and im not okay

[purpleprincessonfyre]

AvengerFan3000: If you could be trapped in any Romantic Comedy movie, which would you choose and why?

Ooh that's a good question! Um if I was able to choose then I would have to say Mamma Mia!

Yes it's cheesy *looks up* Fin's laughing at me, I LIKE CHEESY THINGS!

I'm sorry but being stuck on a gorgeous island Greece as either a mother with three hot ex flames on the way for her daughters wedding or being a bride-to-be with three mystery Dads who all want to be part of my life and a life having grown up on a Greek island in the sun? There is literally no downside!

You feel sad, sing an ABBA song!

Horny? Sing an ABBA song!

Drunk? SING AN ABBA SONG!

Best. Case. Scenario.

And both of those characters get the guy in the end.

So to answer your question...Mamma Mia! Now if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go rewatch the movie and stream the soundtrack via the Tower's speakers.

"Yesssss I've been broken hearted, blueeeee since the day we parted,

Why, why, did I ever let you go?"

But nowwwww it is YOUR turn! Fellow Avengers, if you could be trapped in a Rom Com of your choice, which would you choose?

@askstevella @ask-starrk @ask-missparker @therealdaydreamstark @thechoooooosenone @wizzzardofoz @finlayholmes (ha) @rickb-chaos @luna-d-marsh

@jackiequick @gcthvile @blueboirick @cherrysft @meiramel

#romcom au #au #musical au #liane felton #liane's blog #askliane #marvel roleplay #marvel ask blog #violet pyre #mcu fandom #ask my ocs #ethane #mamma mia #amanda seyfried #sophie sheridan #here i go again

[iiikaruz]

New CH episodes have made me officially decide to stop caring about the actual cast of the show </3 (/hj but i wish it was /j)

Anyway would you like to share some of your headcanons/scenarios for the side/minor characters ? It always makes my day 💚💖(/nf)

dude i feel you on these new episodes. wtf is going on over there. anyways, i’ll gladly dump this 10 ton stack of headcanons on you that i wrote down!! Marie Antoinette: 

loves hyperpop and 90s house music. she’s so slay (i have a playlist lol)

into european weirdo cinema like Gaspar Noe’s but she also likes chick flicks (her fave films are Climax (2018), Daisies (1966), and But I’m A Cheerleader (1999).)

frequents on lolita forums and goes to really shady places just to get cute lolita items.

has absolutely mastered voguing. super into ballroom culture.

has a pet borzoi (those groovy long-nosed dogs.) her name is “Vanille” and Marie loves her dearly.

wants to study fashion. she especially loves Vivienne Westwood and Moschino.

Jesús Cristo:

is a juggalo, and he indoctrinated Van Gogh into it as well.

says “it is what it is” at any minor inconvenience.

had a mental crisis at 13 as a product to the stress of living up to his clone father. similar to joan’s breakdown in s1e3 but 10x worse. he tries to ignore it when people bring it up.

designated driver on any road trip. for some reason.

into bands like The Cure whilst also bopping to Cypress Hill.

his fave video game is Parappa the Rapper.

accidentally punching holes/nails into his hand is a common occurrence. seems like it just keeps happening, so he’s learned to just roll with it. he’s also a pretty good nurse bc of it.

Marilyn Monroe:

is always down for the school play. BUT she usually just does script-writing and tech. 

into conspiracy theories and video essays. (all gorgeous gorgeous girls love video essays).

is a dedicated Britney Spears and Gwen Stefani stan.

SO “COQUETTE LIZZY GRANT DIOR RETRO” in her fashion choice.

she also gives “elle woods from legally blonde” vibes. straight A student right here.

CERTIFIED GIRLBOSS <3

Thomas Edison:

is obsessed with American Psycho (2000). he has a poster in his room and he’s weirdly obsessed with Christian Bale (very 🍎🍉🍊 of him, but he always excuses it with “oh no, i just idolize and worship him. there’s absolutely nothing gay ab it.” he’s lying.)

also he’s SUCH a pretentious film bro. he has a whole library of stupid film facts shoved in the back of his mind (im totally not projecting).

he only listens to: 80s new-wave stuff like New Order, Oingo Boingo, Beastie Boys, & Talking Heads OR Lana del Rey. There is no in between.

he worked (past-tense bc that shit is GONE in 2023) at a blockbuster video store next to the mall and he liked being a total bitch to people about it (example: “you really rented this shit? this movie sucks, dude”)

after getting unfreezed, he was ECSTATIC over how easy pirating movies is nowadays.

Napoleon Bonaparte:

member of the speech/debate club and he is THE WORST TO BE PAIRED WITH. he’s foaming at the mouth the moment someone gives a rebuttal he didn’t think of. some meetings end in him trying to beat up someone. 

into 80s rock like Metallica and Black Sabbath. he has an electric guitar. he also FUCKING LOVES ABBA AND JAMIROQUAI. like… too much.

unlawfully good at Just Dance. he absolutely fucks it up on the dance floor.

adores fantasy films like Conan (1982) and The Never-Ending Story(1984). he’s so lame/ pos.

he bakes really well. that’s all he’s got going for him.

he either found his napoleonic military uniform at party city or at a thrift store with Marie Antoinette; his story changes depending on who he’s talking to.

he cut his own hair when he was 14. the following conversation after he did so was with caesar, and it was just the haircut scene from fleabag . he then continued to keep his stupid haircut to what it is now.

is a hopeless romantic. he can make up entire love poems & sonnets in his head about a girl he’s crushing on, but literally cannot talk to people without sounding like a douchebag unless he’s super comfortable w/ them.

Ivan the Terrible:

is an avid deftones, sewerslvt, & duster listener (i, unfortunately, ALSO have a playlist.)

spends his nights scrolling on 4chan and arguing w/ people. him & topher have accidentally argued w/ each other AT LEAST 5 times.

literally refuses to take off his ushanka in any weather. it doesn’t matter to him if it’s 90 degrees, that thing is staying ON.

kins Travis Bickle and Shinji Ikari. i mean, just look at this dude and how he presents himself. average NGE & Taxi Driver enjoyer/ hj.

fave video games are Postal 2 and osu!. he plays osu! phenomenally, to the point where it’s impressive. (pls put that energy into a job or something).

and yea that’s all the energy i have to write this down :]

#yeah i made ALL OF THIS UP LOL #AND THIS IS JUST A GLIMPSE INTO THE MINI SIDE-UNIVERSE I HAVE #but thx for asking!!! #clone high #clone high marie antoinette #clone high jesus #clone high jesus cristo #clone high marilyn monroe #clone high thomas edison #clone high napoleon #clone high ivan the terrible #clone high season 2 #ch #clone high reboot #clone high headcanons #so many tags

[briefcasejuice]

𝐢𝐢. daredevil headcanons!

a giant list of comic, live action, etc. daredevil headcanons i've been growing in a twitter thread since late august. > part 𝐢. | masterlist

COMIC/LIVE ACTION AMBIGUOUS

matt's the kind of person that speaks through their yawns; like he’d be mid-sentence and yawn, he doesn't wait for it to be over till he starts talking again.

matt has auditory hallucinations of his dad's voice when he's sleep deprived and his dad's is the only face he dreams about.

matt texts with full punctuation proper caps and everything, foggy texts with full punctuation but uses a lot of shortenings and emojis, karen doesn't have auto capitalization on but uses full punctuations and cute emojis; she’s a white heart user.

matt soothes a hand over his beard (or chin if he’s going clean shaven) when he's thinking (the way charlie cox does in interviews).

foggy played the acoustic guitar in college (to get girls of course).

foggy has one those dad phone cases with the flap that goes over the screen. matt would've gotten one but it's annoying to handle as a blind person.

matt talks in his sleep; sometimes it's cases he's working on, sometimes it's random phrases like, “gotta keep you safe”, “he's behind there” and other times it's just stupid stuff related to whatever dream he’s having.

every time matt's ‘dead’ or missing, foggy quotes thurgood marshall to himself whenever he misses him, is in a situation where he would usually ask matt for advice or just needs a little support.

matt picks up a lot of foggy's speech patterns and doesn't even notice it (autism).

even though matt wears his glasses a lot, if you've known him long enough you can tell he'd been crying because his nose goes temporarily red for a day after he has a really good cry.

foggy has an extensive dad joke notebook. matt actually learned to read ink with his fingers by stealing jokes from the book.

matt used to hang out with an older stray cat when he was younger, before he was blinded and after he was blinded, for every cat he met, he pictured them as that childhood cat.

matt takes whatever foggy hands him almost on instinct and it’s lead to some really funny scenarios like matt holding all of foggy's belonging in his arms in the middle of a colombia courtyard because foggy can't find something in his bag. he also gets this ultra serious look on his face whenever he takes the items like foggy's trusting him with the world.

COMIC

matt's definitely the type of guy to stand in the living room listening to news on the television for 40 mins — dad style.

matt, foggy and kirsten listen to abba; they’re huge fans.

matt is a certified dark chocolate guy, karen is a milk chocolate gal, foggy will have any kind.

you tell mike and matt apart by which one has smile lines around his eyes.

the reason matt keeps changing the shape of his glasses is because he keeps losing them. whether it be around the city or just random shenanigans of putting it down and forgetting about it.

mike says, “matt jumpscare” whenever matt enters a room he's in.

before stick found matt, mike taught him how to do spinning tricks with his cane. after stick found him, matt became super good at it and taught mike some new tricks. mike noticed the sudden uptake in skill but didn't comment on it cause matt was already good at everything plus at least he was learning cool new stuff out of it.

matt hates lollipops; it's just sucking on your own saliva to him and he doesn't want to be tasting himself (in this context).

both matt and mike have really distinct laughs; matt's is very sudden, enunciated and his head gets thrown back while mike's is like a snort-giggle before he full of laughs and he bites his lip on a smile at the end of it.

sam's workplace once handed out father's day mugs but he doesn't... y’know so he passed it onto matt. matt didn't know it said ‘happy father's day! best dad ever!’ until mike used it. matt had gotten upset because it's his favourite mug and mike was like, “matt, what the fuck, why's your favourite mug the father's day mug?” and matt goes, “the what mug?”

definitely unrelated but after that, matt started buying things for sam which sam thought was really random but it was usually just items matt came across in stores that reminded him of sam.

both matt and mike mimic/mock people with a whiny voice to make fun of them. foggy hates it ‘cause they do it to him (affectionately) the most.

matt uses mike and (or) foggy as sensory anchors.

mike used to be so annoyed at having to 'drag his brother around' after matt was blinded but soon, he got used to it and was really jealous when matt started gravitating towards foggy and trusting foggy to lead him.

matt dreams about mike sometimes which can get really funny because even as adults, mike still has the same 9 year old face in his dreams.

mike got pretty good as acting for matt early on because they'd switch places a lot; it only got more complicated when matt was blinded and suddenly they had to worry about a lot of things only matt could or would need to do. in soule's run mike (spawns) begins existing with an identical pair of matt's glasses — i like to think it's a product of that. matt buys two lots of pairs of the same glasses for a multitude of reasons but one of them's always set apart for mike, not just only in case he needs to act as him but also because they actually take a weird sort of pride in being twins.

LIVE ACTION

matt and foggy would go to ihop in their pjs after doing unintentional all nighters in college.

foggy’s tackled matt into a hug while he had an injury multiple times before and it hurt but matt dare not say it did ‘cause foggy’ll feel bad then order him to stay home.

matt has a slight lisp.

matt and karen like dark chocolate, foggy likes milk and dark (in that order) but will eat whatever's there.

foggy used to say 'dude' a lot when he was younger; brett and matt still make fun of him for it.

karen goes as rapunzel for halloween every year.

matt obviously didn't know they were getting the nelson and murdock sign in 1.09 so: foggy and karen would whisper in foggy's office about ordering it and where to hide it once it gets here etc., matt knew of course he just couldn't let them know he knew because it would ruin the surprise for them.

emergency ice packs (& other medical supplies, lollipops included) in the office.

foggy mimic/mocks people with a whiny voice to make fun of them.

buying silk sheets was one of those 'when i get my first paycheck!' type promises for matt until he met stick who drilled it into his head that he didn't need nor deserve that kind of comfort and he went for a futon (canon). after elektra, when he started forcibly growing older because of the trauma their relationship left behind and the corrupted closure of his father's death he started dreaming like that again and did indeed buy silk sheets with his first paycheck from landman and zack; granted, it was most of his paycheck.

#can you tell ive been hyperfixed on mike for like a month LOL #anyway time to start a new thread #daredevil #daredevil comics #marvel's daredevil #netflix daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #karen page #kirsten mcduffie #blindspot #sam chung #mike murdock #mattfoggy #nelson and murdock #murdocks #stick my head down the canon

[margaret-the-duck]

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"Writers aren't exactly people... they're a whole bunch of people trying to be one person" - F. Scott Fitzgerald

hello I'm Maggie :)

basic infos: she/her, scorpio, minor, bi and ace, goblin/hobbit core, wanna be writer, chaotic, has far too many projects at the same time, anxious mess, always confused, lost in fantasy worlds, gets really emotional when a long fanfiction updates the last chapter, tea enjoyer, member of the moss cult, wants new friends but is too socially awkward :,)

bands and artists I like: queen, ABBA, david bowie, red hot chili pepper, conan gray, nirvana, bon jovi, movie music in general

"Someone will always be prettier. Someone will always be smarter. Someone will always be younger. But they will never be you" - Freddie Mercury

Food I like: Strawberries, Cereals <3, any dessert, pasta and pizza, chicken nuggets, ananas (but not on pizza), cheese, chocolate, croquettes, anything with chicken

things that make me happy: my friends/family/girlfriend, music, my fandoms, my OTPs, raccoons, cats, my comfort characters, crocheting, creative things in general, braids, the netherlands, acorns, flowers, books, greek mythology, hugs, rainbows, character inspired playlists, owls, goats, frogs, lotr ambience playlists, walking through a forest (especially in spring and autumn)

my fandoms: lord of the rings, the hobbit, percy jackson, marauders, gravity falls, mcu/marvel, night at the museum, star wars, carry on

"I've never been so wrong in all my life" - Thorin Oakenshield

currently reading: the silmarillion, circe, percy jackson and the chalice of the gods, rereading the song of achilles

comfort books: percy jackson, the song of achilles, carry on

"Being a hero doesn't mean you're invincible. It just means that you're brave enough to stand up and do what's needed." - Piper McLean

comfort movies and series: lord of the rings, the hobbit, anything from marvel but especially the guardians of the galaxy and ant man, night at the museum, gravity falls, monk

"There's some good in this world Mr Frodo, and it's worth living for" - Samwise Gamgee

languages I speak (more or less) : luxemburgish (don't ask what it is. barely anybody knows that language lol), german, french, english, currently learning spanish

things I do when I'm not just starring at my bedroom wall: baking for my friends, crocheting, designing clothes based on fictional characters, daydreaming about writing, wasting my time on pinterest and ao3, writing, reading, thinking of fake scenarios, listening to music, writing bad poetry

"I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind the process" - Vincent van Gogh

#intro post #blog intro

[algebraicvarietyshow]

Hamas is an idea: the idea that Jews must be permanently removed from the Middle East through violence. This idea will appeal to many Palestinians as long as there is no real peace option to which they can attach their hopes. It is an idea that will never be defeated with guns. There must emerge a better idea, a more attractive idea—an idea that does not assume Jews and Arabs are locked in a zero-sum game in the Middle East but offers a win-win scenario to people on both sides. Israel must provide that idea. Israeli leaders must offer the Palestinians, including those who live in Gaza, a real horizon for peace that affords them national dignity. Netanyahu’s defenders claim that he never had other policy options because he had no good Palestinian negotiating partner. This is simply not true. Although Hamas has always positioned itself against any compromise, the PA has long supported a two-state solution. Its leader, Mahmoud Abbas, could have been—and could still be, despite his weaknesses—a partner committed to peaceful partition.

[erixyin]

Fall Into Tune

Summary: It's Robin's birthday which means she gets whatever she wants. Including, dancing and singing at The Hideout on karaoke night.

Eddie x Reader

Words: 3925 Tags: fluff, funny, Steve Harrington drunk and singing ABBA because i can't help myself, Robin Buckley being adorable, Eddie being cute, Jonathan and Nancy are there too, just a good time, one-shot, you and Eddie in first stages of dating, like super early days, flirty, steve x reader if you squint, but the same could be said about reader x Robin, underage drinking by american standards.

I edited and fixed all the mistakes, changed one or two sentences but nothing too masssive. Hope you enjoy it!

AO3 updated version here

Do not copy and post elsewhere! I will be posting to my AO3 account and linking in due time. Any feedback is greatly appreciated! Hope you enjoy!

You had all promised that for her birthday Robin could have whatever she wanted, and with the shitty week at school she had had, you knew that this Friday night had to be all out.

The idea had sprung on you when you had caught Steve jamming out to 'Billie Jean' in the back room during his break. You and Robin peeked your head round the corner when Steve still hadn't returned to the front desk. You both watched as he was very confidently singing, "billie jean is not my lover" and did a little fancy footwork on a "woo!" Robin wishing she could somehow record the sight with her eyes. You hands clamped over your mouth to not interrupt the absolute amazing performance that was in front of your eyes.

If the stack of tapes Steve had been haphazardly stacking hadn't crashed onto his face from the shelf, you might have managed to keep it together. Robin was the one whose laughter erupted the whole store. Steve had twisted his body around to see the both of you absolutely crying with laughter at the entire scenario. The tapes all across the floor, the organizing system long lost. One hand on Steve's hip looking at both of you disapprovingly and the other gently checking his hair to make sure that it was still styled.

It was only as the bell dinged that all three of you snapped out of it all and headed back into work mode. Unfortunately for Steve, you and Robin stealing glances at each other throughout the rest of your shift.

Robin's finished earlier than yours so it was just you and Steve closing up shop. As you were locking up, turning to Steve, "Do you know of any place that has a karaoke machine?" a twinkle in your eye. You already knew the answer but seeing the look on Steve's face go from confused to complete horror was too good to pass up.

"No" Steve said instantly and shook his head rigorously, "I know you caught me today, which by the way, don't watch people without their knowledge it's rude" You rolled your eyes at his lecturing. "And I know... of a place that has karaoke and alcohol" At your raised eyebrows he quickly added, "that's not my house."

"You know that Robin would love you" you grin as you headed over to your car. Unlocking it you opened the door and gently leaned against it. You know I would too you wanted to say but Steve didn't need any extra ego boosting. You're eyes looking up at mother Steve big and wide. He sighed so you turned up the charm. "Pretty, pretty please?" batting your eyelashes, giving Steve your best puppy dog eyes.

"Ugh, fine. And she already loves me, thank you" Steve grumbled looking away from you as you punched the air, delighted with your victory. "But you owe me" He pointed at you.

"Thanks Stevie, glad you're gonna arrange everything, byeee" You sang as you got in your car and drove out of the car park. Steve continued to grumble as he got into his car and drove back home. Having forgotten your birthday he was sorta already in your debt but he would never admit it. And he would die a horrible death if he forgot, or didn't do anything for Robin's. So you hadn't really twisted his arm.

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"Are you coming tonight?" you asked tentatively, stepping closer to him, closing the space between the two of you. He had been busy with school since he was actually trying to graduate this year so you hadn't had a chance to go on a proper outing together. Eddie still hadn't properly hung out with them yet, and you knew that you were throwing him in the deep end with it being Robin's birthday but you really wanted him to come along.

"I've got hellfire until 6, but if you're still there I'll join for a bit." You knew he didn't really want to go tonight, he would much rather curl up with you on the sofa and rent a silly scary film. But he was trying, and you commended him for that. His usual cheeky grin returning to his face as he watched your face light up with excitement. You wiggled in happiness and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and you did not miss the way that his hands were about to go around your waist.

But then he remembered where he was. The English corridor was not the place to give his new girlfriend, [OMG you were his girlfriend!], a proper show of affection. He was trying to be good and not get any more detentions. He didn't feel the need to tell you of his reputation regarding PDA with those who were before you. "You really want me there, sweetheart?" He marveled in the way that you refused to look him in the eye and keep the wide grin off your face.

Instead of answering, you just checked your watch, "Oh shit, I gotta go and get ready, I'll see you at 8!" you dashed off. Eddie watched as you ran down the corridor and practically bulldozed Robin Buckley with a hug chanting happy birthday wishes. His eyebrows furrowed slightly when Steve had to separate the two of you by picking you up, saying something to make you calm down. All three of you headed towards the exit, with you turning back to wave at him.

It was early days, demonstrating your relationship in school, you both were in new territory. The guy you had dated before had very much been a short term thing and never liked to be seen with you in public. The people that Eddie had been with before, there were usually friends with benefits or one night stands. So being in a real relationship was very new and scary to him. But he knew he had to try because you wouldn't have it any other way. The new girl in school. From the big city. And yet, you slotted in so well, that it was like you had been here all your life. You had bonded with Robin Buckley on the first day of school and then of course with Steve Harrington, and then it developed from there.

He was jealous of how close you were with Steve after only knowing that group for just under a year. Still, you had chosen Eddie as your partner, not Steve, so clearly he was doing something right.

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Entering The Hideout without his band, was very much a new experience. But entering the bar when it was just a handful of teenagers, happy birthday decorations all over the place and a karaoke machine on stage - now that was a first time experience. As he walked in, internally cursing himself for getting carried away with Hellfire making him half an hour later than he promised, he was so taken aback by the performance on stage he missed you walking towards him.

On stage there was Steve Harrington, a very drunk Steve Harrington, singing ABBA... Eddie knew he was sober but it didn't feel like it with what he was seeing. Steve was, microphone in one hand, hips swaying and pointing at Robin who was in the middle of the room behind a wall of presents. She looked like she was stuck between laughing her ass off and being scared for her life.

"Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight!" Steve shimmied on each 'gimme', running his hands through his hair and winking at Robin, who looked like she wanted to die. By no means, was he a singer but the performance Eddie was kind of impressed by. He wondered how drunk he was.

He dragged his eyes away from the stage to see you right before him waving your hand in front of his face. He remained silent as he scanned your body, trying very hard to keep his face straight and excitement levels down. You were wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt with a black leather skirt and fishnet tights. Paired with black docs, a black velvet choker and fishnet gloves. Smokey eye, red and black with black eyeliner and a dark vampire red lip tint. Eddie felt like he was going to die.

He felt like he was going to die even more so when you hugged him tightly, giggling madly. You slipped your hand into his and dragged him over to the birthday girl's table. Your ears temporarily having a break while Steve on stage was doing a dance break. He noticed Nancy Wheeler behind the wall of presents face in her hands and her boyfriend Jonathan shouting for Steve, "Do a spin!" "Give us a shimmy!" "Go Stevie go!" There was a lot going on and Eddie felt like he didn't have time to ask all the questions.

"I told you he would come!" you yelled at Robin, Steve back on the mic and sounding like a dying cat. You leaned over to grab your drink and Eddie had to focus his eyes very hard on Robin's face as he gave her a small wave and not look anywhere else. "Whose on after Stevie?" Ah so they all called him Stevie, interesting Eddie thought to himself.

"I don't think Nancy can beat him, even after her rendition of that Cyndi Lauper song." Nancy lifted her head, looking at Robin sternly.

"Hey look" Robin held up her hands in protest, "you sang that to Jonathan, I'm getting serenaded here!" She gestured to the man on stage who was badly dad-dancing to the last chorus of the song. His hair a floppy mess and sweat visible on his face. He really had gone all out. "You haven't demonstrated your undying love for me through song yet" she booped you on the nose and grinned evilly.

You downed your drink, whatever it was, in one gulp, slamming it down, "Challenge accepted!" Striding over with confidence you climbed on stage, from the front. Your skirt hiking up as you stepped up, Steve lending a hand to pull you up. Eddie turning immediately to the bar when he had realized he had been caught looking by Robin, getting himself something strong. "This one is for you!" you shouted while pointing at Robin, then you shooed Steve off stage. "Though, it will be tough after such an incredible performance" you laughed as Steve playfully bowed as he made his way to the bar.

Eddie helped himself to a strong rum and coke whilst the bartender was outside having a cigarette. Steve pulled up a stool and sat there bouncing, expecting one too. Eyebrow raised, Eddie slid over his glass, and began doing another one. He let out a small smirk as he heard you curse into the microphone that they 'didn't have this song what the fuck'.

"Oh god, here we go" He muttered under his breath, sharing a look with Steve. The music blaring way too loud. The 80's synth and bass merging together. You were going to sing a popular pop song, Eddie figured that there probably wasn't many alternative songs on this karaoke box. He watched as Steve chuckled at Nancy going from embarrassed to standing up and giving the most uncoordinated little boogie, with Jonathan helping her stand.

"Does she love singing?" He found himself asking Steve, trying to stand straight and make himself match Steve's height. Thankfully Steve was too drunk to notice or didn't act like he had noticed. He watched as he took his time with his drink, he was surprised but of course Steve Harrington could even hold his drink perfectly. His eyes returned to you on stage, taking off your leather jacket and placing it by one of the speakers. He moved to sit down on the bar stool next to Steve, to get a better look at the stage... yeah definitely the stage.

"Yeah man, she sings in the car on the way to school. She turns off my Madonna for her silly rock bands." Steve scoffed as he drank more. Eddie coughed trying to hold in a laugh. Of course Steve listens to Madonna, Eddie thought. And to admit it with such confidence? Admirable. His eyebrows then furrowing when he just realized that she went to school everyday with Steve. Steve looked over at him, then slapped him on the back, "Hey don't worry dude, she's crazy about you. Won't shut up about you. It's kinda annoying."

Eddie looked down, allowing his hair to fall in front of his face to hide the redness forming on his face. "Well in my van, she can listen to all the silly rock bands." His eyes not meeting Steve's but the gentle slap on his back, he knew Steve understood what he was saying.

"Don't you want me baby!" You practically screeched down the mic. Singing gone out the window to instead opt for belting out the chorus to your best friend. "Don't you want me? Oh!"

Robin almost falling off her chair because she was laughing so hard. Nancy barely keeping her chair up, and Jonathan supporting all three. Physically for Nancy and Robin, and for you by wooing and shouting words of encouragement.

Steve smiled while looking down at his drink, the last remaining gulp of alcohol and mixer swirling around in the glass. Without looking at Eddie he said, "I know you Munson, I know your reputation at school." Eddie inhaled sharply. Was he getting the talk with Steve Harrington? "I know that this is your first proper thing" Steve downed the last of his drink and placed it on the bar behind him. "If you hurt her, or cheat on her, or do anything that isn't cool-" he stood up and stretched before turning to look at Eddie dead in the eyes, "I'll fucking kill you, understood?" Eddie just nodded. Which seemed to be enough for Steve who headed back over to the gang.

Eddie didn't really now what he was doing agreeing to be a dating kinda guy with you, but he knew that he had to try. He couldn't simply let you go, in that regard he had always had his way with the people that he chose to get with. Eddie didn't know what he was doing in truth, but he knew from films what he was supposed to do. So he was massively winging it. And he hoped that his confident air hid it well from most people. Clearly it didn't work on Steve but as long as it fooled you, he counted himself lucky.

He watched as you finished your song. Shooting a middle finger at Steve when he exclaimed that he had clearly done a better performance. You wobbled a bit as you headed to the front of the stage again, to get down. Eddie downed the rest of his drink, wincing slightly as he had made it slightly too strong for his liking, and strode to the front of the stage. You paused, mid-crouch, looking at him confused. He hand gently brushing over your ankle. Normally, he would be asking if you wanted to go home with him and share body warmth but he knew how much tonight meant to you and your friends. Which is why he said, "Stay on stage, we're doing a duet."

Your eyes widened and twinkled with delight. "Robbie you're getting another one!" You tried to help pull Eddie up on stage, both of you disregarding the clear stairs to the left for getting on the stage. You wobbled as the weight of him took you off guard, only to have him steady you by holding your frame firmly.

"But Johnny and I wanted to do another duet!" Steve whined, arm around Jonathan, and his arm around Nancy. It was so funny seeing her tipsy, her prim and poised personality gone and was replace by a silly, blunt and daredevil lady.

"Oh my god, get your own boyfriend!" Nancy grasped a hold of Jonathan tightly, causing him to domino effect into Steve. All of them ending up on the floor.

"I, for one, don't wanna hear another song of you two screeching like a parrot down the mic. Besides, I wanna hear Eddie sing with his new girlfriend!" Robin winked, causing you to give her the middle finger but with a strong smile.

You looked at Eddie as you flicked through the list of songs. "What song's do you know?" You whispered. You knew he didn't know most of the pop songs just by looking at his face when you looked at a handful of them. None of them were rock n roll. "Can you do this one?" Your finger paused on one song. It was old but you loved singing it in the car with Robin, one of your first memories after moving to Hawkins High.

"Yeah, my uncle likes this song." He said, and that's all you needed to know that this would be a fun karaoke. In truth, Eddie didn't really sing. He really just did a Mark Knophler and spoke into the mic when he did his Corroded Coffin gigs.

When the song started, Steve on the floor rolled his eyes dramatically and started snapping his fingers. The amount of times you and Robin had put this on in his car, he knew the whole thing by heart. Robin immediately struggled to her feet ready to boogie. Nancy just lifted her head to look at Jonathan who was snapping off rhythm with Steve.

"Hit the road Jack! And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more!" You sang. You're voice softer than before, much better suited to this tempo. You swayed your head from side to side with your hips between every 'no more'. Eddie was beaming. Who would have thought the girl wearing an Iron Maiden tee also knew of Ray Charles and loved this song in particular.

"What you say?!" He belted into his own mic. Getting on one knee and dramatically gesturing. He knew he was making an idiot of himself but he didn't care.

Robin bouncing along to the beat, her hair falling in front of her face. Steve, in a way only Steve could, flopping his messed up hair from side to side. Jonathan and Nancy in sync swaying from the waist up side to side, until eventually Steve joined in. Robin then climbed up on the table sending some of the presents to fall off onto the ground. She started dancing, really badly. But that just made you sing harder, with more power.

"Oh woman, oh woman. Don't treat me so mean" Eddie now on both of his knees in front of you, staring up into your eyes. "You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen" he winked, putting his hand over his heart as if he had been hit.

You playfully pushed him away so he 'fell' down and put on a pained face. He got up on his feet, "I guess if you say so" on the trumpet toot he bopped his head with a single head bang, causing his hair to fly everywhere and become even messier than it was before. "I'll have to pack my things and go!"

"That's right!" You winked shyly back at him before continuing onto the chorus again. Matching the same floppy style of dancing that Robin was doing on the table. Just bouncing around. Dancing around the stage with Eddie, you were laughing between your words, messing up some of the notes. He shimmied towards you, and you thought you were going to collapse with laughter but you held on.

"Don't you come back no more" you put your hand on his chest, gently pushing him away from you.

"Oh now baby please" his eyes glinting with mischief. He stopped walking backwards and now stood firm, so your hand was now pressed tightly against his chest.

"Don't you come back no more" You blushed at this gesture and tried to pull your hand away, but his other hand that was free placed itself on top, trapping it.

"Oh, don't treat me like that" No longer singing, more of a purr into the microphone.

If you were able to comprehend your surroundings, you would have heard Steve "Excuse me?" in his mother tone. Followed by Nancy shushing him loudly and Robin and Jonathan screaming and wooing in the background.

"Don't you come back no more" You smiled as you sang the last line, looking at Eddie with a wide smile. Your legs were wobbling, but it wasn't just because of the alcohol. Eddie dropped the mic and took your hand that had been previously trapped, taking down the stairs off the stage.

"I think I better go home" You said, dragging your eyes away from Eddie's. Looking at how drunk Nancy and Jonathan had gotten. The song had slightly sobered you up along with Eddie being... Eddie.

"I'll take you" Eddie said quickly. Steve gave him a maternal death glare. "Don't worry big boy, I'll get her home safe." He patted Steve on the head. An action in which, if Steve had been sober and not on the floor, Eddie wouldn't exist anymore.

"Thank you, for the absolute best birthday everrrrrr!" Robin slurred her words slightly. She burped as she hugged you tightly.

After a second glance towards Eddie after being released from the death grip hug Robbie had inflicted upon you. You both decided that Eddie was in a better shape to drive everyone home rather than get back into Steve's car. Eddie didn't say anything, since he secretly wanted to take you home by himself but it was still early days.

You almost kicked Steve into the back of Eddie's van when he said, "don't forget to use protection" to both you and Eddie causing Eddie to raise his eyebrow and stare back at Steve.

You shoved Steve into the back, making him fall on top of Jonathan, "Yes, thank you Stevie!" Your face bright red.

Helping Robin and Nancy into the van, being more careful with Nancy since she looked like she was about to throw up. Nancy seeing Steve on top of Jonathan blurting out, "Oh so you're a bottom with him? Mister Floppy hair?" Making you and Eddie look at each other before shutting the van door. Robin yelling at Nancy for saying that and the boys blabbering nonsense.

Eddie ran round to the passenger side, opened the door for you and kissed your hand, "The chariot awaits for you, my lady" keeping his eye contact with you the hold time, grinning widely when your face went even redder.

You continue blushing all the way home, after everyone else had been dropped off. Getting out the van and walking to your door, Eddie stood still lie he was going to ask you something but couldn't find the words.

You gently leaned forward and gave him a gentle but quick kiss on the lips, making him match the shade of red you were. "See you tomorrow at 3" You whispered into his ear.

"Tomorrow?" Eddie breathed. You were fairly sure that his mind had stopped working by the look of complete blankness on his face.

"You're picking me up for our first official date" You grinned and turned to go inside and shut the door behind you.

Eddie drove back with a huge grin on his face. Maybe this relationship could work out with you after all.

If you liked this, please like and reblog, give feedback if you can. It really means a lot. I really appreciate it.

#Eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #stranger things season four #stranger things s4 #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #nancy and jonathan #fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #karoake #karaoke #steve harrington singing abba #can you tell I don't know how to write endings

[coochellati]

I have the bestest friend ever who drops amazing ideas!

So she showed me a fanart tiktok (I don't have tiktok, I only see tiktoks she sends me, or from compilations, but the latter is rare) of a canon x OC in an AU where the character was a designer and the OC a model. The OC reminded us so much of short haired Abba but with elf ears lol. And we began to fantasise about both Abba AND Bruno being models, and then she dropped the most amazing idea ever.

Lingerie model!Bruno

Such a galaxy brain thought!

I could imagine myself being a lingerie designer and I would work with Bruno so many times that we became good friends. He would pose in a lot of the male lingeres I designed for men or just unisex. But as time goes and we spend time together (not just modelling but also hang out) I would develop a crush on him, but being a shy idiot who overthinks everything I wouldn't tell him. And this sly man would totally would notice this and he would wink and smirk at me whenever he catches me watching his perfectly sculptured body in that material. I'm pretty sure that he would initiate some sort of plan when it's only the two of us and somehow will make me admit my love for him and he will confess that the feeling is mutual.

Oh this became waaay too long I'm so sorry 🙈 Just you know, I'm so feral over lingere model Bruno right now 😩

-PBS anon

it’s SUCH a galaxy brain thought. Ugh, Bruno would make such a good model—that beautiful, toned man would make everyone drool over his photos. I would go so feral that the doctors would probably try to give me a rabies vaccine. Also, yes. Abbacchio too. I would LOVE to see him model.

THAT’S SO CUUUUUTE!! That’s a dream romantic fantasy right there. If I was in your scenario, the crush would get so intense that I’d get so flustered over him any time I saw him, and I’d fumble my words and just be a mess and he’d probably think it’s really cute. Ugh I’d love to write something like this one day if I get the time for it 😭

No worries, no need to apologize! I love getting to read long asks, and I can tell you’ve put a lot of effort into thinking about this <3 Good to hear from you again!

(lol I know I still have one more ask to answer and I shall get to that momentarily)

#coochellati asks #HI PBS GOOD TO HEAR FROM YOU!!!! ❤️

[lucywrites02]

Lu Creative Time Challenge

I thought it would be fun to host another challenge! It's not like the challenge I did before because this one isn't limited to writing :3 Although my blog is mostly about Loki and Stephen Strange from Marvel all fandoms are welcome and everyone can participate!

You can choose from 4 cathegories (You can choose more than one!):

Writing

Drawing

Moodboard

Playlist

Deadline: no deadline! Take your time and don't feel pressured. You can join the challenge any time you want. I will make a masterlist of all the things you guys will create on August 7th, but if you post your work after that I will simply update the masterlist and add your posts!

Rules:

Pick one of the songs from the list under the cut and a character/s of your choice. (all fandoms are welcome! You can use any characters and ships as your muses)

Send me an ask with your song and the character/s.

Use a part of the song ( one line, a paragraph) and insert it into the story.

There's no limit to the word count or the format of the story- headcanons, drabbles, one shots, chat scenarios; all are welcome :)

OCs, ships, reader inserts, platonic or romantic - everything is on board

It can be any genre, but if you write or draw smut it will be rebloged on my smut blog to keep my main one minor friendly.

Remember to write down potential warnings and tag your work correctly.

Create a doodle or a sketch to recreate a scene from the song with character/s of your choice.

Choose one song to be the beginning of your story.

Create a playlist by adding more songs to continue your storyline. (you can choose other songs and you are not limited to the songs on my list)

Write a description or a summary of your playlist (Basically just tell us your story with different songs and briefly explain the plot)

Team up with a writer or a playlist creator and make a moodboard for their story.

If you don't want to work with anyone else simply create your own moodboard and if needed write a short summary of the story behind it.

Tag me in your creation/s or use the tag #lucreatives02

If you change your mind and want to switch your song or your cathegory just tell me so that I can keep the list updated.

More than one person can choose the same song.

If you want, try and challenge yourself by choosing a song you haven't heard before!

And most importantly: Have fun.

I hope I explained everything well, but if you have any questions feel free to ask!

And now to the songs! (some of them are not in English, but you can easily find translations on youtube or somewhere on the internet. I also added links)

So Good- Halsey (@lucywrites02 )

Coraline- Måneskin (@whatafuckingdumbass )

Powerless- Linkin Park

Chilldspot- Monster

People watching- Conan Gray

All too well (10 min ver.)- Taylor Swift

Someone new- Hozier

As it was- Harry Styles (@funsized-mimi )

群青 - YOASOBI

Iris- The Goo Goo Dolls (@kimoralov3 )

Midnight Love- Girl in Red

三文小説 - King Gnu

Ophelia- The Lumineers (@goldencherriess )

Is there somewhere- Halsey (@bakerstreethound )

Burning in the skies- Linkin Park (@celerrie )

Tourner Dans Le Vide- Indila (@french-vanilla-in-the-clouds )

Nobody- Mitski

Fire on Fire- Sam Smith

Santé- Stromae

Come back ...be here- Taylor Swift

1121- Halsey (@nekoannie-chan )

Red- Survive said the prophet (@wrenhyperfixates )

Niemożliwe- Kwiat Jabłoni

Lay all your ove on me- ABBA

Maniac- Conan Gray (@gaitwae )

#lucreatives02 #creative challenge #sleepover 2.0 #fandom fun #fanfiction #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #stephen strange x reader #loki x reader #music #writing challenge #art challenge

[petruchio]

answer!

Mamma Mia is likely inspired by a film named Buona Sera, Mrs. Campbell, which is set in Italy, and the location was changed to Greece to make the two seem more disconnected (despite the title Mamma Mia still being traditionally Italian)

i mean that makes sense on why it isn’t set in italy and there’s this nymag article that says the same thing but they never actually argue *for* greece, only against italy. so i guess im still curious why they chose greece specifically over any other particular country? like idk i feel like it must be relevant to the story for some reason that isn’t just “greece is pretty so it would look good if we ever eventually made a movie of this random abba jukebox musical in a decade”

like, idk it has to be purposeful. is it symbolic? ofc my mind goes straight to mythology but like — is it an inversion of the helen/paris myth and the dads are supposed to represent the three goddesses or something? but that doesn’t make any sense. are the three dads meant to be stand ins for zeus/poseidon/hades? the fates? there’s tons of threes in greek mythology but i cant think of anything that connects to the story of mamma mia specifically. or it could be symbolic in some way that doesn’t connect to ancient greece at all, but i don’t know why that would be either.

so then, is it somehow crucial to the plot? is it set in greece because they could then conceivably construct a scenario in which donna lives on a remote island and hasn’t seen these men in 20 years? is it so that donna can run a hotel so she can be broke so that she can have a reason to sing the abba hit “money money money”? (that seems pretty specific, and like, there are hotels in lots of places)

so then is it somehow connected to the writers? did abba have a special connection with greece? did the person who wrote the story live in greece for a period or something? (doesn’t seem like it from my cursory googling) is it because it’s one of the few european countries that *couldn’t* be connected to an existing abba song? (again, mamma mia = italian, waterloo/our last summer = france, chiquitita = spain, abba the band = sweden, there are so many other countries they could have picked that seem more relevant to the lyrics so maybe they were intentionally trying *not* to do that?)

idk i am just still stuck on why it’s in greece specifically ljke there just has to be a reason they chose it!! but i don’t know why lol

#answered #anonymous #like i get that reason for why it isn’t set in italy #but why *greece* #mamma mia

[unravellingsilencehq]

Any prompts for Mary? I need help thinking of a scenario for my sample piece.

SONGS ON MARY MACDONALD'S MIXTAPE COULD BE...

"Whatever happened to our love? I wish I understood. It used to be so nice, it used to be so good." - SOS, Abba (1975) [x]

In your sample you could explore Mary's relationship with none other than infamous death eater LARKIN MULCIBER [former partner/adversary]. A turbulent relationship like Hades and Persphone themselves, explore the early years of their relationship and Mary's developing feelings. Were they ever hesitant? Or on the flip side, explore the fall out. The betrayal, the terror they faced during Larkin's torment. You could write about how they were perceived after they came out of the hospital. Did they ever tell their mother about what happened?

"After my picture fades and darkness has turned to gray watching through windows you're wondering if I'm okay.” Time After Time. - Cyndi Lauper (1983) [x]

Mary has a close knit group of friends. Explore a time where they were all spending time together and voice an inner monologue. How do they see themselves within the friendship group? Have Lily and Mary ever had a conversation about their blood status? Do Doe and Marlene ever try and wrap them in bubblewrap? How do they feel about that? A party person at heart with the love of gigglewater, you could explore a night on the town. Or an evening after work for them. Are they still using distractions to help with their mental health?

"Look at me, there has to be. Something more than what they see. Wholesome and pure. Oh so scared and unsure..". - Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee (Reprise) Grease (1978) [x]

A romantic at heart, how does Mary now feel about love whether that be platonic or more? Are they hesitant to form connections now? From the frilly human who doodled hearts with pink pens, do they still believe in happily ever afters? Do they scorn themselves for being naive or do they still hold hope in the good?

#mary MacDonald rp #p mary MacDonald #marauders rp #marauders rpg #bio rpg #prompts

[jojolovenotes]

[Uwaaaa please forgive the sudden influx of asks but I wanted to write a love note from Lavanda to Abba and Bruno based on the hurt/comfort scenario I just shared, tysm -Zeta]

My True Loves,

I hope this letter finds you both in good spirits. I wanted to write to take a moment to address and thank you both for the love and communication we’ve shared in recent events. It truly means the world to me, and I wanted to express my appreciation. After all, fluid communication, through the good moments to the hardships, is the strongest foundation for a healthy relationship, in any manner. Please don’t mind me receding back to my ways of explaining these things therapeutically; I’ve realized recently that I have a habit of giving advice to those I care about (or in the past those I’ve taken upon being a therapist for), and ignoring this advice in my own life. I think it stemmed from a place of feeling as though I wasn’t worth taking the advice I gave out. My self esteem had always been incredibly low, but I’m proud to say it’s getting better.

Leone,

I apologize for letting my trauma get in the way of addressing you as my partner by name. My trauma is valid, I understand this well. I also understand that I do not reserve the right to project my trauma onto my romantic relationship; moreover, it simply isn’t healthy. I hope you understand, and I hope you know that I love you more than mere words can express. I want to make a promise to you now that I will always express my love for you in manner that lets you know you’re loved, and that you deserve love. Anything that helps you understand my love for you, I will not hesitate to provide. I understand that I cannot force you to think more highly of yourself, as long as you know that Bruno and I don’t love you any less. In the moments that you get down on yourself, I will provide you with company. We are allowed to have our low moments, but that never means we have to be alone to sit through them. You are so incredibly strong. I love you.

Bruno,

Words cannot express the gratitude I hold in my heart for your love and faith in myself and Leone. It is not just for the sake of all of us, but for mine as well that I want to dedicate my efforts to genuinely loving myself so that I may love you both more fully. Your compassion for me from the very beginning has sparked a newfound hope for myself. Your dedication to those you care for has always inspired me, and helped me realize that I deserve to give the same compassion to myself that I give to my loved ones. I want to be strong and self-compassionate; for you, for Leone, and most importantly for myself. I realize now that I’m worth it. I love you.

Lavanda, 

Hey it’s alright. I get it. It happens. I love you too... I just know sometimes when things get a bit heated it’s time for us to step away until we can cool off again. It’s not good to say something we might not mean... So it’s better for me not to say anything at all during those heated moments. Thanks for saying that. I know I’ve got some work to do on myself and that won’t change right away, but I appreciate you being patient with me. I love you too. I hope you never doubt that.

Love,

Leone

--- 

Lavanda,

You are the sweetest. Truly. I see your gratitude in everything you do, but I hope you know that Leone and I are both grateful to you too even if we have different ways of expressing this. I am so flattered and happy that I’ve made such a positive impact on your life. You’ve made a positive impact on mine too as well as Leone’s even if he has a different way of showing it. I hope you’ll always see your worth. Whenever you’re feeling down or fail to see your self-worth, I’ll always be there to remind you and to try and help to lift your spirits. I love you too. Always.

Love,

Bruno 

#received transmission ✨ #love notes 💕 #ships: Abbacchio #ships: Bruno #lavbruabba #zetavendetta

[frenchpuppycormier]

HI ZOË!!! angst #16 for that sentence starter post if you're still up for some writing. i love getting my feelings hurt 🤡

"Are you hurt?"

"No."

"Then why are there bruises all over your face?"

—

Kara doesn't have a mean bone in her body.

She waves at every animal she sees on her daily walks and patrols at night. She gives and gives to people without expecting anything in return. When someone is having a bad day or just really needs to talk, she listens, even criminals. Most of them aren't any different than the average person, they simply were dealt the wrong hand. She's extremely loyal and doesn't take anything personally. One time, Kara saved a fly that was trapped in a spider's web.

So yeah, Kara doesn't have a mean bone in her body. Which is why today is such an anomaly.

She's in the kitchen still dressed in her navy chinos and baby pink button up with palm trees from when she came home from work. Andrea made her rewrite an article thrice, Jeremy from accounting had broken the copier machine and politely asked for her help in fixing it, she stopped a bank robbery a few blocks down from CatCo when she realized the police wouldn't get there in time, and to top it all off she unwillingly skipped lunch after someone stole her sandwich from the staff fridge.

To say she was exhausted and starving was an understatement. Changing into her pajamas meant she had to walk all the way to the bedroom and Kara was too lazy, even for superspeed.

As she stirs her homemade tomato sauce she taps her phone screen and checks the time. 6:35 pm. Frowning, Kara doesn't see any missed messages or calls from Lena letting her know she's going to be late.

She shrugs to herself and thinks Lena must've gotten caught up in her lab and lost track of time. It happens more often than not, and Kara doesn't think it'll ever change, much to her chagrin. It's bad enough Lena forgets to eat lunch most days, but to continuously forget her phone and watch in her office? Kara knows her wife's a workaholic, but she wasn't aware until now, the fourth night this week, that it was getting this bad.

Kara strains the pasta and cuts the garlic bread while periodically stirring the sauce and checking her phone. She decides to finally turn on some music when the silence of the penthouse becomes too stifling and daunting.

She's in the middle of dancing to ABBA and plating the food when she hears a familiar heartbeat walking down the hall. Kara tries not to listen to it too often—she doesn't want Lena to feel like her privacy has been invaded—but sometimes she can't help it. Her wife's heartbeat is one of the most soothing sounds she's ever heard, and ever since she heard it for the first time, she's just been naturally drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.

Kara smiles as she hears it get closer until Lena's opening the door and walking through. "Hey, babe! I'm in the kitchen!" she yells, her energetic voice reverberating throughout the house.

There's no verbal response like there usually is, which is the first warning sign. The second is when Lena walks by—she has to in order to go to their room—it's with quick steps and careful avoidance. But Kara's been able to read her like a book since they've known each other, and she knows something's amiss by the way Lena doesn't even greet her with a kiss. She always does.

"Lena?"

Her wife stops frozen in her tracks, head angled down, hair covering her face like a curtain. Lena's heart ticks up a beat, leaving Kara wildly concerned.

"Lena?" she steps around the island and stands in front of her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she mumbles.

Kara tilts her head to make eye contact, but Lena moves her head so she can't. "Then why won't you let me look at you?"

"It's nothing, I-I'm fine."

"And why does that not convince me?" Kara sighs. Lena doesn't move a muscle and she keeps quiet. "Are you hurt?"

"No." She still shows no signs of moving. It's like she's decided her next career move is becoming one of those marble sculptures at the museum people love to gawk at.

"Lena...you're scaring me." She tentatively reaches out and grasps Lena's fingers, tremendously thankful when she doesn't pull away. If there's one thing her wife is bad at, it's letting people in. But she also knows when she's feeling stressed or overwhelmed that holding her hand relaxes and grounds her. "Please..."

Finally, after standing there in an awkward and probably painful way with the way Lena's neck is positioned, she slowly looks up. Kara audibly gasps when she sees her, and what she sees ignites a fire in her chest and a fury in her eyes. "If you're not hurt, then why are there bruises all over your face?"

"Kara.."

"Lena," she breathes and lifts her hands to gently cup her face, tears pooling in her eyes. Her breathing is significantly more ragged than before, and she mentally takes note of why that is. "What happened?"

"It's nothing," she repeats.

Kara frowns and backs away, crossing her arms. "Who did this to you?"

"Please, Kara. I don't want to make a big deal—"

"Who?" her voice is lower and angrier, sending chills down Lena's back. She grits her teeth, "Lena, tell me who did this to you now, so I can kill them."

"Kara, this isn't you," she reaches forward to calm her down, but Kara starts pacing.

"The hell it isn't!" Kara exclaims, fists clenching at her sides. "My wife was beaten for all I know, and she's acting like it's just another day at the office!" she gestures at Lena, exasperatedly. "How would you expect me to act?"

Lena flinches at her tone.

Kara notices, because she always notices when Lena's in distress, and she deflates. "Lena, you're the love of my life, my person, and when you're hurt I can't help how I act. I'm sorry if I seem like I'm overreacting or if I'm yelling, but it's you." She walks back into her space and places her hands over Lena's face, thumbs lightly grazing her cheekbones, careful not to bump her wounds. "It's you," she whispers.

Lena swallows thickly, and when she speaks her voice is soft and afraid. "It was an accident."

"Did someone do this to you?" Kara's jaw clenches as she lets go. She doesn't stray far though, crossing her arms in front of her chest to try and calm down.

"Kara, no," Lena sighs, tears pooling in her eyes. "I...I did it to myself."

"What?" Kara's arms drop to her sides. "What are you talking about?"

"I was in a board meeting," she clears her throat. "Um...I was presenting a new prototype for...for," Lena shakes her head and frowns tensely. She rubs her eyes with tight fists and with a shaky breath, she cries, "Kara, I—I can't remember!"

Kara steps forward and grasps her hands. "Hey, it's okay. Take your time." She rubs soothing circles over her knuckles with her thumbs.

Lena takes a deep breath and tries again. "I was in a board meeting, and I vaguely recall getting a terrible migraine. Everything after that is fuzzy," she sniffles and takes her hands back to wipe her eyes. "Jess said I fell and hit my head on the table on the way down."

Kara inhales shakily, "What?"

"I had a seizure, I guess," she says it with a slight lilt at the end like it's a question she doesn't want answered. "Uh, it lasted about five minutes until the paramedics arrived. They said I was lucky I wasn't doing something else, like driving. It could've been a lot worse."

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't anyone call me?," Kara looks at her with pleading but sorrowful eyes.

"I didn't want you to worry."

"We promised each other, remember?" squeezes her hands. "For better or worse," she says with all the conviction she has. Kara kisses her knuckles and asks, "What did the doctors say?"

Lena sniffles and bows her head. "They ran all these tests on me, but couldn't find anything serious as to why I had a seizure. It could be any number of things, but they can't really do anything for me until I have another one," she looks up at her wife, lips wobbling.

"Kara, I'm scared," she whispers. "This is—" her words catch in her throat, and it's hard for her to breathe. "This is—my mom," she cries hysterically, covering her mouth with her hands, "This is how my mom died, she—she had a seizure while she was in the lake and she drowned. I can't—I can't believe this is—this is happening," she hiccups into another sob.

"Shhh," Kara envelops her in a hug and rubs soothing hands along her back. Lena bawls uncontrollably into her neck, hands gripped tightly to the back of Kara's shirt. "I'm so sorry, Lena," she kisses her on the head and murmurs into her hair, "We're gonna figure this out, I promise."

"What if I have what she had?" Lena questions, voice muffled and watery. "Kara...I don't wanna die," her mind begins to fill with thousands of different scenarios and she spirals into a panic, her whole body shaking, "I don't wanna die, Kara!"

"Honey, no," Kara hugs her tighter, as much as she can without harming her, then pulls back and kisses her on the forehead. She pointedly looks into her eyes when she says, "You're not dying. Okay? Not today, not anytime soon, alright?" Lena's face is red and splotchy. She tries to reign in control of her emotions, and she exhales a shaky breath while managing to give a slight nod. "Good. We'll figure out what's wrong with you, and if we can't do that here, then...we'll go to Argo. Their advances in science are way ahead of Earth's, and if that's not enough then I'll personally travel to other earths or other planets until I find a solution. You're not going anywhere if I have anything to say about it."

"Promise?"

Kara palms the underside of her jaw and rests their foreheads together, Lena's puffs of breath hitting her lips. "I promise," she presses their lips together in a chaste kiss and mumbles, "I love you." Kara kisses her again, "More than anything."

"I love you, too," Lena replies and buries her face in Kara's chest, her arms wrapped around her waist tight and what would be restricting if not for Kara’s invulnerable body. A calming minute passes for them in the aftermath of Lena's breakdown, when Lena quietly asks, "Is something burning?"

Lena feels her wife stiffen in her arms. "Shit!"

She pulls back and raises her eyebrows curiously, an amused glint in her eyes as she asks, "Did you just swear?"

Kara extracts herself from Lena's hold and stutters, "N-no, I said sh-sheet," she fumbles over to the stove and turns off the burner. Kara leans over the pot and frowns at the wreckage.

Lena chuckles with such fondness it's almost like their previous conversation has been forgotten. Kara beams at the sound, one of the reasons she fell in love with Lena in the first place; that girl can make laughter sound like music. Even her out-of-control snort laughs are adorable. At least to Kara's ears.

"There's no point in denying it, love, I heard you loud and clear," Lena smirks and joins her in the kitchen, poking her in the side. Kara squeals and feigns hurting by falling to the floor dramatically.

Lena playfully rolls her eyes and holds out her hand. "Baby, get up, the floor is a mess." Kara easily obeys and jumps to her feet with barely any help from Lena. "I married a weirdo," she shakes her head.

"Do you regret it?"

"Never," Lena states firmly. "You're my weirdo, forever."

"I like the sound of that," Kara blushes. Even after being married for five years, and knowing each other even longer, Lena still possesses the ability to fluster Kara on a daily basis.

"C'mon, let's order Chinese."

"You're speaking my language!" Kara kisses Lena on the nose and watches with pure affection as it scrunches. She grabs the takeout menu from the junk drawer before twining her fingers through Lena's and snuggling with her on the couch.

No matter her diagnosis, not matter the outcome, Lena will be more than okay with Kara by her side.

#half of this was written with an edible in my system #so i apologize if it doesn't make sense #lasdkjfldskjf #prompt ask #supercorp #supercorp fic #a lot of angst #but also PURE FLUFF

[honeysorwell]

all your tears and your troubles can wait (and we don’t need to let them win)

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x fem!Reader x Wilhemina Venable

Word Count: 3,2k

Tag list: @paulsonix​​ @d14n4ol​​ @babypocahontas​​ and if any of you want to be added just let me know!

Summary: When Cordelia starts to faid, Y/N thinks about their life togheter as she sees how distant Wilhemina starts to get, and she feels that it's just a matter of time for the world she knows becomes opaque and unhappy when both the women in her life leave her.

A/N: Hello @marilynroselleprentiss​ !! I'm your Secret SP Anon that you nicknamed w a really cute lil emoji! I'm sorry I only managed to post your gift now, I really feel horrible for missing the right day and a big I’m sorry to @supremeinlilac​ too, who created this for us all. I feel incredibly irresponsible, but unfortunately, I was stuck in a family emergency for 2 weeks without my computer and consequently unable to post... I worked the best I could with what you wanted and I'm honestly proud of how it turned out. I promise I did my best to fulfill your wishes, and I honestly hope you like it!! Stay safe, and if you ever need a friend and feel comfortable with me, I'm here!

Warnings: Cordelia is fading, so dead I guess (but no one REALLY DIES BECAUS I’M NOT A MONSTER). Wilhemina likes to keep things for herself and when she gets pushed around she ends up saying things that hurt.

It's like a fluff HURT/comfort situation.

and the title is inspired by Neon Blue, performed by the group Steps but you can call them "ABBA's talented children"

Enjoy!

As a child, all three women learned that after pain comes something that can be described as healing, but it's so much more.  

Y/N understood this when she was betrayed by her own family. Her parents knew she was a witch and trained her so that she could live hiding her true self from society. She was always locked in her room and having contact with other people only under supervision, but even with so many people in her life all the time, her adult life couldn't be less lonely. And so, when Y/N got out of control defending a friend from an injury her uncle had committed against him, it was almost unbelievable to her to be thrown out of her own house. But even amid such an unfortunate scenario, selling the few things she had to have enough money to buy a ticket and go to Miss Robichaux's Academy, Y/N appreciated more than anything the possibility to have a future with people who appreciated who she really was, as well as her company and abilities.  

Wilhemina learned this when she was pushed by her sister in the pool at her grandparents' house. The pain in her back after the fall was unnatural compared to what it was before, forcing the Venable family to take her to a specialist. And when that doctor injected the medicine into her vein, after diagnosing her with the reason for all her pain all those years, Wilhemina finally felt the twinge in her spine that left her so tormented all day long going away. Even if only momentarily, she appreciated the potential of a future where she felt less pain.  

Cordelia already fully understood this feeling when she was left by her mother at the Academy. She felt abandoned and confused, entering doors she didn't know yet would be forced to call home. But when Myrtle appeared, just like a red-haired angel sent from heaven, sweetly answering the question that had escaped her tongue without the blonde one even noticing, Cordelia felt her heart flutter with happiness for the first time. And it was as if there she felt what it was like to be alive.  

It always heals, in that special way, but first, it needs the pain.  

Y/N was the one she saw it first. Between moans, sweaty bodies, and warm touches as she kissed the skin of Cordelia's hip, who was kissing the lips of the trembling redhead woman you both loved so much.  

A mark.    

It looked like a very well-healed hurt. But Y/N knew that there was never anything there to heal. And like the missing piece of a forgotten puzzle, it all came back to her mind.    

When Y/N arrived at Miss Robichaux's Academy, she remembers exploring the garden before even entering the front door. She felt a strange energy, something unhappy and regretful, and she followed it. As she walked through the garden, Y/N came to understand where this energy was coming from and from whom this source of power was exuding. The Supreme Witch was there, in a greenhouse.  

Sitting on a chair in front of a wooden table full of plants and broken pots, her head between her knees, her hair in a high ponytail, and her hands trembling in front of her.  

Maybe it was her magic or just the perception of space, but Cordelia quickly looked up and focused on the face of the woman in front of her.    

"Who are you and what are you doing here?", her voice was broken and with quick movements, she wiped the dry tears on her cheeks.  

Y/N approached her carefully and calmly, still with her eyes fixed to the woman in front of her, and introduced herself as best she could.  

"I’m Y/N. A witch. I'm looking for safety.”  

"None of the girls in my Council should have sent you here... We should have discussed your accommodations in my office..."  

"No, no... No one sent me here, Supreme Witch.", Y/N interrupts the older witch's nervous thoughts and decides to be honest when she sees her brows furrowing in confusion, "I felt someone sad... and I wanted to know if I could help..."  

And a weird silence follows.  

The blonde woman looks guilty and a little embarrassed that her breakdown has been discovered and bites the inside of her cheek as she tries to formulate some response to the witch in front of her, but quickly it's as if a second facet of herself has taken over her features, a more serious and respectable.  

"Why do you need safety, Y/N?"  

Contrary to what Y/N thought, the woman's voice didn't carry any judgment, just curiosity amid the respectful voice, and so she decided to just be honest with the powerful woman in front of her, even with a vague answer.  

"I lost control defending a friend... So I'm not welcome in my family anymore."  

“Our Coven will appreciate your loyalty.” is the response Y/N receives, along with a smile that is quickly returned.  

And they do. Time passes and everyone likes Y/N. It sounds absurd, but that group of girls from all over the world become much more than a family for her, or rather, personify the real meaning of that word.  

The first week was complicated. Codependency was speaking louder than her sense of rationality and Y/N was making herself a shadow of the other girls, just waiting for a moment when her help was solicitaded.  

It took a few weeks until Y/N felt again the same anguish and unhappiness from the first day they arrived in their new home. This time she was making tea while taking advantage of vacant space between classes and instigated by the desire to be helpful, Y/N made a second cup and followed the feeling with her eyes closed.  

When she arrived at the Supreme's office door, Y/N tapped one of the cups gently on the wooden door and waited. After a few seconds, the door opened by telekinesis, and when Y/N walked in there, Cordelia was the clear vision of perfection. With a straight back, luxuous hair, and hands resting in front of the computer, however when she sees Y/N, her first reaction is a weird smile.

“You felt it again. Didn't you?”, is a silly question, because the answer is more than clear when Y/N sits innocently in the chair across from Cordelia and pushes in her direction one of the cups of tea while nodding affirmatively, “I'm sorry for disturb you... And...thanks...for the tea."  

"No need to apologize... And I was already making some tea for myself anyway."

They stayed in silence for a fell second. It was comfortable and felt right, but still, something was missing, until Cordelia manifests.    

"The world ended."  

The Supreme can't say exactly what she saw in Y/N's eyes that made her finally release that anguish inside her chest, but she just did. And it feels natural when words start to jump out of her tongue, so she talks about everything.  

About the apocalypse. About the Antichrist. About Misty. About the deaths.  

She tells Y/N about everything she heard from Mallory – the next Supreme – in that afternoon that Y/N arrived at the Coven.  

And Y/N listens. Silently and paying attention to every word.  

"I know she wouldn't lie because... Well, after all, there's no way a girl could create that... But at the same time, I can't believe it..."  

“Do you want to believe in it?” is the only question that slips between Y/N's lips, cautious and honest.  

“I believe I do. I have to. To prepare myself better for my imminent end.”  

The silence follows them again, less dense than they both imagined while they're both caught up in thoughts until Y/N's eyes light up and her voice sounds confused as she tries to put her idea into a sentence too quickly to even her own mind.  

“You see, Miss. Cordelia... You said that in this security place there weren't just witches, and that you just altered the memory of whoever was in the Coven. So now, finding someone who was on that timeline is, in addition to a concrete evidence, something relatively simple, right?” as she speaks, Y/N sees a shy and honest smile appearing on the Supreme's face, until it becomes too bright for her to looks at herself without feeling her cheeks blush as she finishes her thought, "After all, it shouldn't be so hard if these people were using their real names and personalities."  

And so they begin an exhausting and severe search.  

Every single day for 7 months, Y/N would go to Cordelia's office and they would work together on this research. They didn't want to ask Mallory, at least not without being sure of anything, fearing that search people who had lived with her locked away for months might trigger some trauma. And even in the midst of the tension of such a complicated and important job, they both ended up trapped in a feeling that neither of them saw coming, but when they become aware that it is there, it becomes pleasing and convenient.  

It was impossible for Y/N not to fall in love with Cordelia, such a beautiful woman who appreciated all the effort Y/N was putting into this research. When Y/N thought of a leader or an authority figure, her mind could never quite picture how gracious and loving Cordelia is. With simple touches, warm smiles, and kind eyes. It would be foolish not to fall in love with her.  

And Cordelia, for her part, was a little surprised when she fell in love with Y/N. Having someone who listened to her, respected her, and showed interest in her, regardless of what she's willing to share about her old self – from her ruined marriage, to her self-confidence issues – or about her supremacy, was so wonderful that she found herself addicted to the kindness and trust that Y/N planted in her. Never for being the Supreme, but for being her own self.  

Every day was a new dance, albeit well-choreographed, around their feelings. Shy enough that neither woman was exposed to the idea of stepping forward, but clear enough that no passion was really a secret between Cordelia and Y/N.

In the end, it took hiring 3 detectives to find the company that created outposts for nuclear disasters, but they finally had a name.  

Wilhemina Venable, HR at Kineros Robotics.  

Which, from the photos delivered by the last detective, was a beautiful red-haired woman, who lived with her forehead tense in unhappiness, who had a passion for the color purple, and walked with a rigid back for leaning her body on a cane.  

And when Cordelia asks Mallory, behind closed doors, if this Wilhemina was there, getting an affirmative nod, everything changes.  

Contrary to what makes sense, Cordelia's mind finds the peace she barely knew could exist, and instigated by this new and transformative feeling, she locks herself in the greenhouse with Y/N to share their research's success. She hugs Y/N tightly, delighted to hear a worried whisper asking how she feels, and not knowing how to respond, the blonde does a thoughtless act grabbing Y/N's face in a kiss.  

It is sweeter than expected. Calm and passionate, as if, even with all the anticipation for that moment, feeling each other's touch was enough to relax both hearts.  

When they go to Kineros Robotics, with no real plan or reason for it other than seeing the redheaded woman with their own eyes, Cordelia and Y/N don't have a proper relationship. They are in love and eventually kiss, but no enlightening conversation has taken place, so they find themselves in a gray but happy area.

It feels like heavy rain before the summer sun, and it really is. Especially when they meet Wilhemina.  

In a thoughtless act, before traveling to the redhead, Y/N buys her a present. It's a silk blouse with puffy sleeves, with a floral print in various shades of purple, and ironically that's why they manage to talk to Wilhemina.  

The redhead is surprised and curious when the man responsible for the building security warns that two women want to give her a present. Her first impulse is to send them away with whatever the object is, but curiosity speaks louder and she asks the man to bring only the gift himself. But as soon as she disconnects her telephone from the security guard's one, Wilhemina regrets and contacts him again, wondering who are the people who send her such a thing and asking them to come to her office too.  

Y/N can see that the redhead acts like she doesn't care, but curiosity and confusion shine together in her dark eyes as she touches the cold fabric of her new blouse.  

"Oh... That's... something."  

Cordelia finds out later that it's a compliment.  

Both witches are surprised when Wilhemina agrees to go out on a dinner with the two, even if proposed without extra details by Cordelia, and even more so when the redhead continues to see them. Dinner turns into dates, which turn into something more when Y/N is brave enough to kiss the redhead while she holds Cordelia's hand. It's a rationally confusing and emotionally absurd arrangement but makes sense to all three of them. At least until the elephant in the room is pointed out.  

Wilhemina goes three months without talking to Cordelia and Y/N when they tell her about the Apocalypse and how they actually discovered her existence, but fate eventually surprised the witches with a tearful-eyed redhead at the door of Miss Robichaux's Academy questioning if the feeling of two towards her was only temporary or a joke. It wasn't.

And so they start... something. It's real, just among the three ladies, but it's not named or discussed. They kiss, touch, love each other, but there is no label. Wilhemina moves into the academy too and she starts working with Y/N, looking for new and confusing witches while Cordelia conducts classes and initiates contact with other groups of witches around the world.  

After a few months, Wilhemina shows them two the accommodations for an apocalypse that didn't happen, and Cordelia reminds her that it just didn't happen in that timeline. It's forbidden and could cost her life, but Wilhemina kept the keys with her even after quitting her job. At first, it was to have a palpable memory of the two witches who turned her head upside down. But then it became some forbidden place to enjoy hidden moments with the two women that she loves.

And it felt like everything was healed, not even without the pain.

Until now.  

This is a clear sign that even without the Apocalypse, Mallory continues to progress and instigate the magic needed to be the new Supreme. Even slower and Cordelia explains that it's not up to the girl's choice, but it's significant enough that there are physical traces of it.  

Cordelia is just a little dizzy. Eventually, she grabs a chair or someone close to her, and even though none of the students notice, Y/N and Wilhemina can't let this little fact slip through their eyes.  

Ignoring this becomes even more impossible when Cordelia passes out for the first time in their library, and Wilhemina walks away towards their suite room only when the blonde finally wakes up.  

Y/N knows maybe she shouldn't, but going after the woman she loves is her first impulse when she leaves Cordelia sitting on the couch downstairs.  

“I'm in pain, Y/N…”, Wilhemina doesn't even look at the door as she speaks as if just hearing the sound of the lock was enough for her to know exactly who has there.  

"Do you want me to get your medicine... Or I can... ”, but even before Y/N finishes her sentence, Wilhemina's voice sounds strong and irritated, as if she was giving stupid instructions to an animal.  

"No, you can not. Just leave me alone! Now!"  

And maybe she shouldn't, but it's impossible. After all, Y/N just wants to please everyone around her. And that's why they don't speak for five days.  

Wilhemina starts working late, sometimes going to sleep after Cordelia and Y/N are already asleep and waking up before they wake up. The redhead also starts working in the isolated student room instead of the room designed with three tables that the three women used previously.  

When the fifth day is about to end, Y/N feels like she can't take it anymore and breaks into Wilhemina's temporary office, locking herself in there with the red-haired woman, before the words explode out of her mouth.  

"I love you too much to spend what could be our last year of memories with Delia regretting...or worrying...or avoiding...or whatever we're doing right now."  

Wilhemina's face creases. First in disbelief and then in insecurity, until she finally and calmly nods her head affirmatively.  

"We need to make this year the best... for her."  

"And the next ones too... For us!"  

Wilhemina knows what these words mean, she knows the strength of it. She also knows she's pulling herself away, maybe not as unconsciously as she wanted to, but the idea of losing Cordelia scares her like hell and she can't help but react badly to it, but looking at the pain in Y/N's eyes, something else is clear in Wilhemina's mind.  

"I'm not a job that deserves you.", her voice sounds broken, so close to tears and yet fighting bravely against the imminent fate.  

“But you're a job that I want.” Y/N's voice is now also bathed in tears, caught between despair and sadness in trying to make the woman next to her understand the veracity of her feelings.  

They are silent for a moment, enjoying the lack of noise and chaos that the night presents them, even though the inside of each one's mind is pumping out thoughts that are nothing but chaotic. Cordelia is already asleep, or at least ready for it in their room, and the mere thought of the blond woman's strong figure fading makes Wilhemina lose the last bit of composure she's been clinging so uselessly to.  

“I'm going to cry a lot.”, comes out in a whisper between her lips, and there's no contextualization needed for Y/N to understand exactly what Wilhemina means.  

“And I'll wipe away your tears while I cry mine.”, and as if on cue, Y/N reaches out her arm until she was able to touch the wet cheeks of the woman she loves and guides her to touch their foreheads, “I love you. You know that, don't you?”  

And so she smiles, her cheeks streaked with tears, and nods her head in the affirmative before replying, "I love you too."  

Eventually, they make their way in silence towards the bedroom, and while Wilhemina changes, Y/N ends up slamming the door too hard, disturbing the sleeping blonde's sleep. But only when they both lie down, one on either side of the Supreme Witch, is a question heard.  

“Sick of being away from us?” Cordelia's voice sounds husky and sleepy, like she's barely awake and a part of Y/N feels bad for not being more careful with the door.  

But Wilhemina didn't. She smiles and strokes gently her blond hair before whispering.  

"Just a little..."    

“Good.” is the only word Y/N utters, being met by giggles before a yawn from Cordelia.  

Silence fills the night again, and Wilhemina believes neither of the two women is awake as she tries to control the tears that flood her soul.  

"Don't cry. We are fine. We'll be fine."  

The sentences are said carefully by Cordelia, as if she's afraid that talking about it would upset the redheaded woman even more, so she lifts her face in the darkness and kisses each of Wilhemina's cheeks before lying back down again.

“Yes, we will.”, Wilhemina's answer rings out, and everything inside the redhead really believes in the veracity of the Supreme's words.  

And when they sleep, cuddled and trapped in each other's warmth, it sounds like the beginning of a different kind of a healing process.

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What would happen if the La Squadra kid met team bucciarati?. Like maybe they meet up with Abbacchio but team bucciarati followed him since they noticed that something was off about him for the past few days.

La Squadra Kid/Pomo meeting Team Bucciarati 

sfw // Pomo // CW: food (just in case)

Yay ok so i totally forgot to actually put in the setup of the scenario 😳but i imagined it kind of like anon said, Bruno notices Abba acting a bit strange and decides to ask him about it during their usual visit to Libeccio. Had a lot of fun writing this and it turned out quite long :o (4.4K) it honestly felt like a nice little slice of life episode of an anime! pls i would love to see this so bad :(( enjoy and my apologies for the long wait🥺! 💖✨

“Leone-” Bruno paused, his brows creased in soft concern while his hand rested on the stark haired man’s shoulder. His grip was gentle, encouraging his colleague to continue opening up. “You can tell us these things, you know? We’re here for you, through the good and the bad.” His capo’s kind eyes were so hard to ignore, the way they bore into his violet stare intently. Abbacchio grimaced in discomfort, he knew he was right. Just like always. Damn it. 

“Of course I know, Bruno. It’s just… this-” Leone sighed deeply, slouching into his seat, trying to find a gentle way to put his thoughts into words. He couldn’t really think at the moment though, a few seats further Narancia, Mista and Giorno’s conversations had been starting to heat up. They had been seated at their usual favourite spot, Libeccio’s, at their usual table, discussing their usual lives. Although a lot had changed; Giorno becoming the Don of Passione and enacting his reforms, this ritual had remained. 

“Well no, Narancia! I told her to take her ice cream and shove it!!” Mista yelled even louder now, his hand gesturing in an animated wave to drive the climax of his story even deeper, Narancia doubling over in laughter while Giorno’s lips curled into a faint smile. Abbacchio groaned. This wasn’t going to be easy, was it? 

Bruno saw his friend struggle, he’s always had a hard time opening up. Since the big changes and succeeding in their mission, he had improved a lot though. The young capo’s pride soared thinking of Abbacchio’s positive steps forward. “Guys, please! Leone is trying to tell us something important.” Bruno’s hand had returned to himself, letting his other arm rest behind his colleague’s chair to offer some much needed support. As soon as the words left him, the rest of the men straightened up. Dissolving their conversation and turning towards the nervous form they weren’t used to seeing so uneasy. 

“We’re listening, Leone.” Giorno spoke up in his usual soft manner, urging him to continue. Abbacchio’s brows creased at his Don’s words but was aware he had started something he needed to finish. With another deep sigh, he began again. “The reason I’ve been acting weird is… Is because of this kid.” he paused, a ghost of a smile gracing his lips as he remembers them fondly. “A kid! Abbacchio are you a baby daddy?!” Narancia whisper-shouted in shock. The entire table groaned, Bruno surprisingly the loudest. Abbacchio felt his patience grow even thinner at the teen’s comment. Why was it so disgustingly hard to just say it?

“Well… are you?” Mista chimed in, his careful tone not indicating any hint of mockery. He knew when to pipe down and offer genuine support to his teammates, noticing the tall man’s fidgeting fingers. “It’s… it’s my sister's kid. They- She gave them away when things got too complicated.” Abbacchio’s voice was low, his gruff tone carrying less of an edge than usual. With every word that left him, he’d struck a deeper chord in his teammates. Bruno gripped the chair’s back, the creaking of his skin against the wood barely audible as he braced for what could come next. 

Abbacchio explained to his best ability, telling them about Pomo’s upbringing and current situation. That they’d been residing with their adjacent squad of assassins and were actually doing a lot better than before. Giorno’s face had twisted further and further into a frown, deep in thought and having not yet reacted like the rest of the men. They’d all quietly offered their support to their usually more closed off comrade in their own ways. Letting him know he isn’t alone in this predicament. Not anymore. 

“What is it Giorno?” his silence had only made Abbacchio more anxious, the annoying brat always had his two cents to put in, so he’d better start talking too. “I would like to apologise to you, Leone.” he directed his piercing blue gaze directly at his target. His expression was hard to read, his jaw clenched, clearly defining his chiseled jawline, that strong look in his eyes looked like it could bend metal with a mere glance. It was strange to see his resolve in a moment like this. 

Everyone remained quiet. An apology? Why would Giorno even apologise? “I should have noticed this sooner. There was only a small addition to their squad’s file and I never really bothered to check up on that name. Truly Abbacchio, I won’t let them continue in our organisation if that’s what you want.” His expression hardened even further as Abbacchio’s only continued into confusion. “That’s not up to me. Or you.” Abbacchio let out flatly, toying with the hem of the tablecloth that dangled off the edge of the table before them. He knew he should thank Giorno for his concern and understanding but he just couldn’t bring himself to. Not after how much he struggled to even tell them all about this situation. 

“Would you like to introduce us to Pomo- was it?” Bruno asked carefully, the tension already having settled onto their corner of Libeccio. Their group wasn’t sure how to feel about a kid in a gang of assassins, let alone Abbacchio’s family member. “I think they’d like that.” He sat back up straighter now, reaching over for his glass and gulping down the rest of his water. He badly wished for it to be another substance but knew it would be better to hold on a little longer. “Never let your resolve falter, ever.” Pomo’s little voice echoed through his thoughts. 

It hadn’t felt as relieving as he’d hoped; confessing a part of his life that had remained hidden to his closest friends. But the heavy weight that Abbacchio carried, his guilt and pain, was now being distributed, his colleagues glad to help carry that burden. Somehow knowing that it wrung at Giorno’s soul comforted a sadistic inclination of the silverette’s thoughts. But he won’t let him know that. 

--

The walk was short and brisk, the sweet smell of early spring being carried by swift winds that crashed carelessly onto reddened cheeks. Pomo followed their uncle through the winding streets in their silent and calculated manner, avoiding any passersby and tactfully gliding past traffic. As they arrived at their destination, a safehouse at the edge of bumbling Napoli, Abbacchio stopped in his tracks before the large door that kept his teammates contained. Nervous as he was he lit up a cigarette, something only preserved for his most anxious moments. Something Pomo still remembered from their short time together. They’d watch as he’d let out deep sighs with every drag, the window of his sister’s tiny apartment opened to its limit, Leone leaning his elbows on the windowsill, stare boring into the drab buildings across the street. 

But Pomo knew how bad the habit was, and even though it only appeared on seldom occasions, their uncle's health was dear to them. So in an effort to ease the tension, a foggy tentacle quickly jabbed at the smoldering stick that rested between his index and middle finger, reducing it to mere powder that joined the spring wind in its travels. Abbacchio huffed out a single laugh. “Tch, brat.” Pomo’s eyes glinted with amusement as they looked up at their tall uncle, glad to see him ease up a little without the need for a smoke. 

“Come on then, let’s go see these assholes.” Leone mumbled, sighing loudly while opening the door, guiding their tiny comrade inside. There was little noise or clattering, suspiciously so. It only raised the poor man’s heartbeat to a worrying degree, he just needed to know his teammates would behave. They had promised it, but seeing no sign of them yet just dizzied him. 

“We’re here!” His deep timbre rumbled through the house, resulting in whispers and scuttling that echoed through the arch of the entryway that led to the heart of the house; an adjoined kitchen and living space. “We’re in the kitchen! Come!” Mista yelled gleefully. He seemed so energised and chipper. The tall goth could only let out another nervous sigh and rolled his eyes as the two began walking to their doomed destination. 

Pomo remained calm throughout. They had no qualms meeting new people, most of them lost interest pretty quickly in the child anyway. It did make them happy though, to finally meet their uncle’s team. Whenever he was in a talkative mood, which happened a lot more often recently, he told them weird and amusing stories about the rowdy bunch. Of course some details were redacted, no matter Pomo’s occupation, Leone still tried to shield them from his side of Passione business. 

They arrived in the kitchen, Leone’s shoulders tense and jaw locked. They were met with a row of ardent men, standing evenly spaced and perfectly in line, some biting back laughs and smiles as they saw the two enter. Abbacchio wasn’t sure why they were being so weird but it brought him some peace to know they were putting in the effort to make this first meeting less awkward. 

Giorno stood at the head, closest to the entryway, followed by Bruno, Mista and Narancia in that order. A small smile played on the corners of his lips, the Don looked pleased to see the tiny form next to his colleague. “Ah, our guest has arrived. Was the trip over nice?” He sounded so polite, the voice he often used to greet guests at parties and other social gatherings he organised. But this time he’d put it on for genuine matters, he actually cared about said little assassin. 

Pomo nodded, a light hum accompanying the answer. The whole squad had been informed about Pomo, that they don’t really like being touched except for the odd handshake here and there and that they’d prefer to keep answers short and simple. “Oh I’m so glad. Well, let me introduce you to our team. You already know your uncle, I presume.” The blond youth jested lightly, letting his blue eyes fall on Leone briefly before returning to Pomo’s, who’s gaze held a similar gradient to their uncle’s. Another nod from the kid, their eyes holding an pleased curiosity at the strange formality of the introduction. 

“I’m Giorno Giovanna, but you can call me Giorno. Nice to finally meet you Pomo.” To Giorno’s surprise the child stepped closer with their hand extended, awaiting a handshake from their Don. The kid had decided to play along with their endearing charade, no one besides their current team had ever put such effort into entertaining them. Abbacchio’s shoulders tensed back up in surprise, he’d remained behind Pomo to look on with utter perplexity at their family member playing along with his team’s effort. 

It did ease some of his stress, his heart swelling with relief as he saw Giorno shake their hand carefully with a satisfied smile. “I’m Bruno Bucciarati, but you may call me Bruno. You look so much like your uncle, Pomo.” Bruno was barely holding it together. He didn’t let it show but his heart melted the instant he saw Pomo walk in, they eerily resembled a smaller Abbacchio. Stark hair and that serious harsh gaze, a compact package holding much strength and power. His heart only ached, knowing the hardships they’ve had to endure so far. 

Their tiny hand met Bruno’s, offering a firm grip that pleasantly surprised him. All eyes followed Pomo as they made their way further down the line, standing in front of Mista who was practically buzzing out of his mind. He wanted nothing more but to hug dear Pomo, squeeze them tight and throw them around in the air the way his own father used to when he was young. “Guido Mista! Nice to meet you Pomo!” He shook poor Pomo’s arm with vigour as their hands met for a shake, causing Abbacchio to hiss quietly, not sure if Pomo liked that. 

Much to their astonishment, Bruno ready to offer a smack to the back of Mista’s head for his brazen move, Pomo breathed out a single chuckle. The group let out a collective sigh of relief, begging whatever God willed to listen that Mista could contain himself as the day would progress.

Finally it was time for Narancia to greet Pomo. He seemed a bit nervous, shifting his weight around on his feet the entire time that it made his shoes squeak under his movements. “Narancia Ghirga, nice to meet you.” His naturally cheery tone seemed nowhere to be found. Instead he seemed fretful and anxious to meet the tiny assassin. “Narancia.” Pomo repeated, their bright eyes peering up at the teen who reluctantly met them. A ghost of a smile swept across their lips, silently offering reassurance to the boy in front of them. 

It puzzled Narnacia for a moment, mouth lingering slightly open and his hand falling slack to his side when they released it. But the small gesture worked, it put him at a smidge more at ease. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to meet Pomo, it was quite the opposite; the poor teen just really didn’t want to mess up his first impression. Or worse, do anything wrong and end up hurting the kid. 

To get things moving, Bruno announced they had prepared a light lunch to enjoy in the garden of their lavish safehouse. The air felt intertwined with a soft tension, everyone still not too certain what to talk about, what subjects were even deemed fit to discuss. Pomo did seem to enjoy their approach, going along with it but they had an atmosphere of maturity around them, too. One that didn’t need these semi-adults to talk down or simplify like they would for any other child. This fact stung Don Giovanna’s team; they were a tiny adult, already too grown and developed, mourning the childhood they couldn’t enjoy. This being the very reason Giorno felt a compelling empathy towards the child, a need to help them create a healthy environment to grow up in. One they both hadn’t had but were starting to create themselves.

“We weren’t sure what you liked so we prepared a little bit of everything!” Mista grinned as he proudly presented the spread displayed on the sturdy wooden outdoor table. The entire middle section was filled with plates and platters containing savory delicacies. Mixed salads, neat slices of delicious fresh mozzarella and tomatoes with a generous sprinkle olive oil and flakes of salt and pepper, small grilled fish with their grill marks still smouldering. Abbacchio wasn’t even sure how they even got this amazing set up ready, but his colleagues had duly impressed him. 

They all waited for Pomo to react, anxiously moving their eyes between the child and the table. Their eyes travelled past all dishes, inspecting them with a keen eye when a dull grunt was heard in their stomach. Pomo’s stare fixated on their favourite, a wooden plank with skilfully placed slivers of cured meats. They felt their mouth start to water, their feet bringing them closer to the table while the others felt satisfied with the way the kid’s eyes grew even bigger at the sight.

“Come, you can sit next to your uncle.” Bruno stretched out his arm, gently leading Pomo to the foot of the table, ushering their seat closer as they sat down. Bruno could move the chair with ease with Pomo seated on it, a few strategic pillows placed underneath so they could sit at equal height to the other guests. 

With Pomo at the foot, the others followed suit. Giorno sat at the head, directly across from the kid, Mista sat to his right with Naranica across, to Giorno’s left. Bruno and Leone flanked Pomo’s side happily, filling everyone’s glasses with their preferred drinks while the sun shone lazily from its highpoint. “Let’s dig in!” Giorno announced with an excited grin, breaking the easy silence that had settled among them, the chirping birds and rustling of the Don’s blooming hydrangeas offering a gentle ambience. 

Pomo sat there for a moment, admiring the men as they started passing along plates, telling each other what they’d like or to hand over some freshly baked bread that smelled heavenly. It reminded Pomo of home, their teammates, albeit a little less hectic without Ghiaccio yelling at Formaggio to “Hurry up already!”, the homely familiarity felt warm. A sense of comfort settling onto their tiny frame, glad to know that their beloved uncle also had people to call home. 

Abbacchio picked up their plate without a single word, letting their gaze follow him as he started by placing a few slices of focaccia on the white tableware, followed up with a small helping of some mixed tomato salad and finally some assorted slices of the meats Pomo had been eyeing earlier. “Buon appetito.” The beginning of a smirk toyed at Leone’s lips as he sat down the plate before them, noticed by the rest of the guests as they had almost started digging in. “Buon appetito, everyone!” the men repeated (almost) in unison, Narancia already having started on his helping of bread, crumbs coating his cheek as he spoke with his mouth full. 

The conversation was kept light and pleasant as they ate in peace, enjoying the beautiful weather that jostled their hair slightly, much to the men’s chagrin at some point when a heavy gust almost blew away Mista’s hat. “So Pomo, is your team doing alright?” Bruno inquired while the head of the table halted their conversation to listen in on their answer. Pomo quietly took a sip of their juice, swallowing their tasty food before choosing their reply. A lot had been going on but mostly, things had been going quite well for once. 

“Mhh, good. Papa Ris got new Hello Kitty socks from papa Melone.” The statement was let out in their usual flat tone, a hint of mischief twinkling behind their eyes as they glinted up at Bruno’s. Like it had been planned Mista and Abbacchio both choked back a laugh while sipping from their drinks while Bruno bit back a smile. “Hello Kitty as in...that cute cat? With the bow?” The dark haired capo questioned further, barely believing what had just come out of the child’s mouth. The image of the large and burly captain of their hitman team wearing pink socks with an even cuter cat on it brought their entire team so much unbridled joy. “With the bow…” Narancia echoed as he started wondering if they sold those in his preferred colour palette. “Uhu.” Pomo replied with a polite nod, turning to their uncle whose cheeks had reddened from coughing past the laugh he desperately tried to hide. Mista hid his snickers as best as he could, earning a soft nudge to his knee from Giorno who kept his poker face eerily stoney. 

“So he’s a fan?” The Don spoke up, his bright blue eyes shining with delight, the only hint indicating how much he was enjoying this. “Yes.” Pomo answered again, noticing how their statement had perked up everyone at the table with their little charade. The blond pondered for a few seconds, ideas swirling around his equally mischievous brain. “This information will come handy around Christmas time. Thank you for letting us know.” The amusement was far from hidden in his statement, the others grinning widely as they continued their lunch. “We never celebrate Christmas with those guys!” Narancia noted loudly. “Well, we do now.” Abbacchio answered before anyone else could, his smirk now in full effect as he looked back at Pomo. A small dimple appearing as their smirk that looked eerily similar to their uncle’s crept up their cheek. 

--

“Lunch was delicious guys, well done! Now, Pomo. Could we have a little meeting in my office? Say, in 5 minutes?” Giorno was barely audible above the clattering of dishes and Mista shouting at Narancia to be careful with their fancy new glasses as they cleared the table. But his request was heard and answered with a curt nod from the child, earning a raised eyebrow from their uncle who couldn’t help but wonder what his Don was up to. 

Giorno quietly excused himself and swiftly left for his office. Mista gladly offered to lead Pomo to their destination, proudly letting them know he was their Don’s personal bodyguard and knew the layout of their newest safehouse the best. The others rolled their eyes with a sigh at the gunslinger's statement meant to impress Pomo. Although they didn't mind. Living with Illuso can and will condition you to self brags that may or may not be all too humble. 

The wait was short, Pomo was safely dropped off by Mista, who’s curious ears couldn’t help but linger at the door to Giorno’s office as he closed it. Not that there was much to hear anyway, Giorno being more soft spoken and Pomo not the most audible type, he chose to retreat back to the rest of his team who were chatting in their living room. 

“They’re a great kid, Leone. Really.” Bruno assured, a gentle smile played on his cheeks as he gave his upper arm a slight squeeze. Abbacchio had been splayed out on the couch, his neck resting on the back and his eyes trained on the ceiling. Lunch went so well, better than expected even, it hadn’t even felt awkward or uncomfortable. Pomo even seemed to have fun, joking around in their own way which brought a certain sense of relief to the nervous man. But he still felt tense, his guilt still creeping up and clutching his heart in its bitter claw.

“Yeah! They don’t even need a babysit! How cool is that!” Narancia chimed in from the kitchen, snacking on leftovers since his hunger never seems to fade. “Besides, whatever they’re discussing is probably Passione business. The kid’s a pro. Both of them.” Mista joked, chuckling at his own choice of words. 

“Do you want us to walk back with you when you drop them off?” It was like every statement from his team softened the blows of mental anguish for the tall goth. It didn’t halt them, but they sure helped to put up a worthy fight. For a moment there, he truly felt like he could cry. The stress, the relief, the heaviness of being reminded of his sister he hadn’t seen in so long. Just, everything. 

“How long are those two going to talk for? We need to get going.” He sighed deeply, it had only been half an hour but every minute dragged on for eternity. As if they heard his pleas, Giorno’s curls appeared from the archway and a little ways down, Pomo and their stark mop of hair in tow. 

“What are those?” Clutched in between their arms were two folders they obviously didn’t have before they entered Giorno’s office. So they really were discussing business, Leone thought to himself after airing his question to his family member. 

“Documents.”

“About?”

“Business.”

“And?”

“A raise.”

“Oh. Oh.”

As if it were an intense match of ping pong, their audience moved their heads accordingly. From one light haired mafioso to the other. Pomo’s final answer causing Mista to let out a small gasp in surprise. That sly kid! 

“They made some compelling arguments.” Giorno added with a smug smile. “You said we should leave, Leone? Let’s go then!” The blond was on a roll, teetering on the edge of thoroughly pushing Abbacchio’s buttons, knowing full and well he probably wouldn’t get yelled at with Pomo near. 

--

Their walk was short but sweet, the evening sun settling slowly on the horizon and coating Napoli in a soft orange hue. It looked a bit silly, five men escorting a single kid back to their home where seven equally dangerous men awaited their return. Nothing they weren’t used to at this point, life in an Italian mob was never dull. 

As they arrived they saw the familiar faces of their now colleagues and ex enemies become clearer. Prosciutto and Formaggio stood just outside the front door of their respective safehouse that resided in a much nicer part of Napoli since their move. Prosciutto put out the cigarette he had been smoking and quickly straightened his suit, adjusting his collar and buttons and urging Formaggio to stop slouching in place. “Hey! Look who’s back! Pomo, we missed ya!” The elated grey haired hitman cried out when they reached the entrance, their uncle’s team in tow. 

The men greeted each other with a distant politeness, nods of acknowledgement were passed around but nothing was said. As if on queue, Risotto had appeared to welcome his teammate back, Melone popping out from behind the tall man’s frame to offer a quick excited wave to his favourite little teammate. Pomo couldn’t help but feel a tinge embarrassed, their haggle of caregivers were a lot more animated than the others at the moment. 

“Risotto.” Abbacchio greeted flatly. 

“Abbacchio. Did you have fun?” Risotto asked, his voice not an inch more intoned. 

“Yes!” Narancia exclaimed, before swiftly letting out a quiet “Auwch stop that!” when Mista elbowed him in the ribs for answering the question clearly not aimed at him.

“Yes. Here.” Pomo handed one of the folders to their capo, keeping the other file at their side. 

“A bonus.” Giorno smiled politely at the four assassins that curiously stared at the folder Risotto held, hiding its contents for now. His lips remained in a straight line, eyeing up the men before him. He didn’t hate them, but “adoration” seemed too strong of a term to address the relationship their two teams had. 

“Bye Pomo, we’ll talk later.” Leone quietly told them while poking one cheek lightly, a thing only he was allowed to do. Smiling down at them, seeing the satisfied twinkle in Pomo’s eyes. They really did have fun hanging out. That nagging guilt finally settling to the back of his mind, getting pushed out of place by the very look they’re giving him right now. 

“See you at Christmas, Hitman Team!” Mista waved as the rest of their group quickly offered their goodbyes to Pomo, a smug grin pulling his smile up to his ears. “Yeah see ya… Wait? Christmas? What?” Formaggio and Prosciutto stared in confusion at the others, not sure what that meant and not really sure they liked the implications just yet. 

“Pomo what did you tell them?” Prosciutto asked sternly while they made their way inside back inside, glad to have their Pomo back where they liked them: home. But curious to what they divulged to their colleagues. 

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