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black-rose-writings · 9 months

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Things I have gathered about Danny Phanton without having ever watched the show (from posts and fanfics):

There's ghosts and they're kind of assholes, but they're also all friends and have christmas parties. Their presence is treated as a mild annoyance by everyone except the ghost hunters.

The main character is a dead 14yo. Sometimes. He's also trans.

There are adult professional ghost hunters around. Literally all of them seem like they are just taking out their serial killer urges on ghosts. "Man is the real monster" trope in action. At least some of the ghost hunters are a Men In Black parody.

The dead 14yo actually the most competent at removing ghosts from the mortal plane.

There is another 14yo who is not dead and also hunting ghosts. She's somehow also more competent at it than the adults.

The MC's parents are ghost hunters and want to torture him into perma-death. That is somehow not the biggest problem with their parenting.

(Like, I get that adults in kids' media need to be kinda dumb and immature for the premise of the show/book/movie/whatever to work, but I'm getting the feeling the adults in this show cross the line of 'plot necessary dumbass' into 'fucked up and abusive' territorry.)

One of the ghosts is tiny, piloting a giant mecha suit and dedicated to skinning the MC and hanging his skin on his wall. He somehow also has a cool rocker girlfriend and thinks this will impress her. Jury's out on whether or not that's a good strategy.

There is a ghost called the Box Ghost, who demands to be taken seriously. Nobody takes him seriously.

The MC's nemesis is another dude who is sometimes dead. He looks like a vampire and swears in food. He also wants to kill the MC's dad (for mostly valid reasons) and bang his mom (for no good reason at all) and adopt the MC as his son(mostly because of his hangups around the parents, not because said parents suck at being parents). In a villainous and fucked up way, because he's the main antagonists. He's also a billionaire, has a cat, and is weirdly obsessed with american football (IDK jack shit about american football, but the level of obsession is treated as not normal by the characters so I will assume it is weird and just how americans be like).

There were 3 seasons, but half of the fandom is convinced the third one may have been a fever dream because it's so bad.

There was a finale that everyone pretends didn't happen because it sucked.

There is at least one time travel fix it episode and the time travel ghost wears way too many watches.

The MC has two living friends - Wade from Kim Possible, but thinner and leaves his house, and a jewish goth vegan.

The MC has a clone and she's a baby and a gremlin.

The ships all have the weirdest fucking names.

Somehow half the named characters being dead is not the angstiest part of the show.

I kinda want to know how someone came up with it and what drugs they were taking. IDK if I want to try some or avoid them, but it would be good to know either way.

#danny phantom #if anyone has actually seen the show how close am i?#I'm probably going to find out soon enough myself because I do kinda want to watch it

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thebearer · 2 months

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Carmy making football theme food for the Super Bowl. The girls get super into it cause they love the halftime show and he’s just cooking for them .

everything he makes has a touch of gourmet to it too.

like sliders that have a truffle sauce.

"carm, you didn't have to do this. normal hamburgers are fine."

"no, no, i know, but i just wanted- this makes them taste better." carmen's chin ducked to his chest, plating the burgers and trying to hide his blush. "and i made some vegan ones. syd said they're really fuckin' good. just in case someone doesn't eat meat."

you know he just wants to make a good impression. he already has, your friends love him for many reasons- how he treats you as the number one, but his cooking does help.

he goes over the top with everything he does for events like this because he wants to. he wants to look good yes, but he also loves how proudly you look at him, grinning when your friends rave about the food with a small smile, eyes shining at carmen.

#thebearer #bearblahs #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto fluff

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w1ldthoughts · 3 months

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Top of the Food Chain

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Disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION, the characters are fictionalized versions of real life situations and real people. It’s all based on my imagination.

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This was all a part of the gig. People assumed things about you, people talked. They sometimes even asked you questions that you couldn’t believe you were hearing, especially from the other moms at Remi’s preschool.

Does your husband give you a weekly allowance?

Do you have a credit card exclusively to shop?

Are any of his teammates single?

You hated the politics. The fake smiles and even more fake compliments when you knew that they were probably talking about you behind your back. The school itself was amazing though and gave your daughter the freedom to be a kid without completely invading her privacy. So in turn, if all you had to do was rub elbows with some people who you weren’t the biggest fan of, it was a small sacrifice that you were absolutely willing to make.

Part of those small sacrifices was following rules and guidelines set for school sponsored events. Remi’s school was hosting a bake sale tonight to raise funds for a local family’s medical expenses. Justin really didn’t want to go after you’d been telling him the various drop-off stories about the other parents so he suggested writing a check and skipping the whole thing.

“I did not bake these vegan, gluten-free, peanut free, yet still delicious football brownies for no reason. Plus, I already promised Remi she could have some treats today. Do you really want to explain to her that she’s going to be staying home while all of her friends eat dessert at school? Be my guest.”

He looks at you like he’s really thinking about it, but then he remembers his baby’s sweet face talking about how excited she was this morning and he can’t disappoint her. “You know what? I’m actually ready to go. I’ll go get Remi and we can leave.”

You continue to pack up your brownies in your trays as you laugh to yourself. She really does have him wrapped around her little fingers.

Thing One and Thing Two waltz back into the kitchen as soon as you’re done and Remi’s eyes bulge out of her head.

“Mama, those look yummy. Are you a chef?” She asks, looking amazed. She’s been really big on compliments lately, always calling her dad “handsome” because she heard you say it once.

“I am a chef sometimes, only for you though sweet girl. Are you ready to go back to school?”

She nods excitedly, holding her hands out for Justin to carry her. “We going to the cookie party?”

“We are going to the cookie party,” he coos, “but remember mini, we’re only getting three treats, so you have to choose your favorites and that’s it. Deal?”

“Deal.“ She gives him a kiss on the cheek and he gives you a wink before heading into the garage to get her settled.

The entire car ride consisted of Remi making guesses on what snacks people were going to bring and how she couldn’t wait to see her friends.

Luckily when your husband pulled into the parking lot there weren’t very many people there. Remi insisted on helping you carry in a tray of brownies and was walking very carefully next to you so she wouldn’t drop them.

“I got it mama. I’m strong.”

“Yes you are sugar. Thank you for being such an amazing helper.” You gave her a smile which she happily returns.

Justin walks behind the two of you, smiling to himself at the sweet interaction. Remi was definitely a daddy’s girl but she also worshipped the ground you walked on and it was a funny thing to see. He was definitely her best friend and she wanted to spend every waking moment in life with him but nobody could convince the three year old that you weren’t a Disney princess. And if anyone asked her who her favorite Disney princess was, she’d say her mommy, because no one in this world was more magical to her than you.

The three of you had almost made it inside before a voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Oh hi Herbert family! I’m so glad you all could make it. Wasn’t sure it fit into your busy schedule.” She said the last part not so subtly playing with her hair while staring at Justin.

He gives her a sideways glance before forcing a smile. “Well we promised Remi she could have some special treats tonight and didn’t want to go back on that promise.” On cue, your daughter handed you the other tray of brownies, feeling her arms getting tired and knowing this would be a long conversation.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Mason’s mom, you just couldn’t remember her name and it was too late to ask. She was also the main person always in your business about being an NFL wife like it was some secret society she was dying to be a part of. She batted her eyes through her lash extensions and give your husband another look. “Justin if you don’t mind, could you please help me carry these cupcakes inside? I may have gone overboard and now I can’t carry all of these by myself.”

“Sure,” he sighs, leaning into her car and grabbing three trays. Mason and Remi were already starting to walk inside so you hesitantly followed them, not wanting to leave Justin alone.

“Ugh, you are an absolute lifesaver.” She runs a hand down his arm before grabbing the rest of the cupcakes and heads inside, keeping the distance between them minimal.

With the evening the full swing, you were at your wit’s end. It was like watching a pack of hyenas fighting each other for a piece of meat. Every time you looked someone was pulling him away to offer him their dessert or to ask him questions in a flirty tone. One mom even went as far as asking him when she’d be invited to a game. You couldn’t roll your eyes anymore or they might get stuck in the back of your head. So you tried to drown your sour feelings in a root beer float while watching your daughter play with her classmates.

You sat alone at one of the tables and Remi came to find you to give you her three treats she was taking home. Before you could say anything, she was gone and back to playing tag. A warm hand on your shoulder eased your annoyance, only slightly. “Are you clocking out for the night?” You giggle at his look of exhaustion. His social meter probably ran out 30 minutes ago.

Giving you a pointed look, he grabs your drink off the table and starts digging in as you rub his back. “I don’t think I’ve ever had to fake laugh this much in my entire life. Not even during interviews. Those women can talk.”

“Definitely that, they love Justin Herbert. Especially Mason’s mom.” You tried to keep the bite out of your tone, you really did. His shoulders perked up at your comment but the ice cream was really taking up a lot of his attention.

“Isabel?” Oh…that was her name. “Yeah she was laying it on pretty thick but she’s harmless.”

“Harmless?” You scoff, “I saw her carry two 15 pound boxes last week and now that you’re here suddenly she’s a damsel in distress? I’m not buying it.”

“Easy tiger I’m on your side here.” He jokes, clearly amused, even if you weren’t. “You know…it’s really cute when you’re jealous.” Justin scoots his chair closer and puts a hand on your thigh.

“I’m not jealous I just don’t like that she keeps staring at you like she’s trying to picture you naked.” It wasn’t the first time she’d acted this way and it was just really…gross to watch.

He looks over at where Isabel is standing and she gives him a wave before he turns his back to her, whispering in your ear, “well you don’t have to picture it…you’ve seen it.”

“You’re right, I should tell her that.”

“Babe,” he shakes his head with a small laugh. “You remember Remington right? About 3 feet tall, blonde hair, green eyes, adorable little voice? We made an actual child together. I think she knows we’ve seen each other naked. A few times.”

Taking a deep breath, you allow your husband to bring you back down to Earth. You place your hand on top of his and hold on tight. Sometimes it felt like his hands were made to hold yours. The look you give each other is enough to discourage any other woman from coming up to him the rest of the night. It was a look of love in its purest form, like two souls that had worked tirelessly to find each other. And now that they had, there was no letting go.

A few minutes later Remi found her way into Justin’s arms. ”Mama, I need my bed.” You can tell how serious she is by the way she’s rubbing her eyes with her fist.

“I hear you sister, I need my bed too. Maybe it’s time for us to go home?”

She nods slowly and the three of you stand up, with one of Justin’s arms holding Remi and one hand wrapped in yours. He was definitely ready to get his girls home.

#Justin Herbert #Justin Herbert imagine #Justin Herbert x reader #Justin Herbert fanfic #dad!Justin

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anonymousewrites · 25 days

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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Four

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Four: In the Discussion

Summary: Harrow tries to get (Y/N) and Steven onto his side. They don't want much to do with him.

Harrow guided Steven and (Y/N) farther into his neighborhood, gesturing around them proudly.

“See, this neighborhood used to have the highest crime rate in all the city,” said Harrow. “There was so much suffering, so much pain…” He waved to the people playing music happily. “Good evening. Good evening, everyone.” He turned back to Steven and (Y/N). “It was truly heartbreaking. Now people don’t lock their doors at night. They feel safe.”

(Y/N) resisted the urge to point out that Harrow had likely judged and killed all those who weren’t part of this “slice of utopia.”

“Oh, Chase, are those the tomatoes?” said Harrow, smiling at a worker. “You have a green thumb. Beautiful. Thank you.” His attention switched back. “But you don’t tell anyone, no. People don’t want to hear good news. They’d rather cling to their fear, their pain.”

“Goat…” said Steven, perplexed as one bleated beside him.

“What? Oh, yes.” Harrow chuckled. “Ah, hello, how are we this evening?” He switched to Mandarin as the girl from before kicked the football to him.

“Still waiting for you to play me,” she replied in Mandarin as he kicked the ball back.

“You all speak Chinese?” said Steven.

“Mandarin,” said (Y/N), truth slipping out.

Harrow smiled. “(Y/N)’s correct. We all aspire to learn three languages.” He glanced at (Y/N). “How many do you speak?”

(Y/N) was silent.

Harrow chuckled. “Come now, it really doesn’t make a difference. It’s not a secret you’re an Avatar.”

“I speak them all,” said (Y/N).

Steven stared at them in surprise, and Harrow nodded. Being the Avatar of the Goddess of Truth had some benefits, and speaking/understanding languages was one.

Harrow guided (Y/N) and Steven into a building where tables of food were set up, a movie was playing, and various people stood around and chatted. It was very warm and comfortable, like a home.

But beneath it, (Y/N) knew every one of these seemingly peaceful people had allowed others to be judged and killed without a second thought. This heaven was nothing but a sham.

“You two hungry?” said Harrow. “The food’s free. Steven, you’re a vegan, right?”

“Yeah…” said Steven, still looking around himself in awe.

“(Y/N), any dietary restrictions?” asked Harrow.

“I don’t want to eat.” Yes, (Y/N) was hungry, but they didn’t want to eat what was prepared here.

“Are you sure? You might want to try the lentil soup. I made it this morning,” said Harrow. “It’s Victor’s recipe.” He gestured to a man on the landing of the stairs on the other side of the room. “Gracias, Victor.” Victor waved back.

“He’s from the Yucatan,” said Harrow. “He’s…No, he’s very funny.” He handed Steven a tray. “Here.” (Y/N) refused to take anything. That didn’t stop Harrow from speaking to them and Steven, though. “I know being on the right side of things is important to you. Khonshu always tries to ensnare those with a strong moral conscience. I don’t have experience with Ma’at, but as she is also supposed to uphold justice, I suspect it is the same.”

“You have no conscience,” said Khonshu’s voice angrily.

“Your sense of right and wrong has been twisted beyond repair,” said Ma’at.

Steven jumped at Khonshu’s voice, and (Y/N) let out a breath. They weren’t used to Ma’at being upset.

“You don’t have to listen to them,” assured Harrow benevolently. “Khonshu often throws temper-tantrums, like a two-year-old. None of the gods respect him.” Steven was handed lentil soup. “What is Ma’at like?”

“She is fair,” said (Y/N).

“Is she? Strange, then, that she took such a young Avatar. It hardly seems fair to you,” remarked Harrow.

(Y/N) frowned.

“Do not listen to him,” said Ma’at.

“Do you not know? Avatars are supposed to be adults,” continued Harrow. “But you must not have met others. Ah, well, it can’t be too bad, of course. She hasn’t been banished, unlike Khonshu.”

“I only punish those who have already done harm,” said Khonshu. “I am real justice!”

“I have done nothing but uphold justice,” said Ma’at.

(Y/N) was left wondering what other Avatars were like. It was clear Khonshu and Ma’at’s choices were…singular. Was there more to being an Avatar that they didn’t know about? Were there rules? Did deities have a culture and rules? (Y/N)’s mind whirled with questions.

“What’s Khonshu saying now? ‘I am real justice?’ ” said Harrow.

“Can you hear him?” asked Steven quietly.

“Not anymore.” Harrow smiled. “Though I suspect (Y/N) can.”

(Y/N) didn’t see a reason to hide what he knew. “I can.”

“Another ‘truth,’ ” chuckled Harrow.

“How do you know what he says, then?” asked Steven.

“I was his former Avatar,” said Harrow. “Before you, I was the fist of vengeance.”

What a title, thought (Y/N).

“That’s the little American man living inside of me,” said Steven quietly.

“And that’s, uh, that’s Marc?” said Harrow carefully.

Steven looked down at his plate and avoided the question. “Soup’s…Yeah, that’s very good. It’s ace. Yeah, it’s lovely.”

“Khonshu punishes those who have already walked an evil path,” said Harrow, looking at Steven intently. “His retribution comes too late.” He looked at (Y/N). “As does any action Ma’at takes. By the time any fist of vengeance or defender of truth arrives, people have already suffered. Ammit knows this too well. She tears up evil from the root, casting her judgement before any evil’s done. That’s why we must resurrect her.”

“Right…but isn’t that a bit dodgy?” said Steven. “Like, trusting the judgement of a weird crocodile lady?”

“You don’t need to doubt her judgement,” said Harrow, smiling. “Ammit will light the path to good by eradicating the choice of evil, which brings us to the scarab.”

(Y/N)’s pocket felt all the heavier. Around the room, people got up and began to circle from different vantage points, ready for a fight.

“That scarab functions as a kind of compass, leading us to Ammit’s tomb,” explained Harrow. His people began to converge. “She’s out there, waiting, longing to be freed. While the cruel masses deserve to face her punishment. And in the wake of their screams, evil eradicated. Steven, (Y/N)…to exist at that moment? Heaven on Earth.” He leaned back. “So, the scarab.”

“Oh, I don’t have it,” said Steven. He wasn’t going to give up (Y/N), a kid, so that was all he said.

“No?” Harrow raised a brow.

“Honestly, I don’t have it,” said Steven.

Harrow looked at (Y/N), and they cursed their inability to lie. Still, they had to say something.

“Marc took it from me in the Alps. I came to Steven’s flat to find it,” said (Y/N). Hopefully, that would be enough for Harrow to not directly ask “do you have it?” At some point, they wouldn’t be able to dance around the answer “yes.”

“Well, maybe you know someone who does?” said Harrow, looking between (Y/N) and Steven. “Maybe Marc hid it and you know where?”

“Don’t you do it.” Marc spoke from Steven’s reflection in the bowl. “Don’t you give it up. He’ll kill you and the kid.”

(Y/N) blinked. They were unused to having people consider their safety. Ma’at couldn’t due to their job, so this was…new. Since their parents, no adults had looked twice at them. Steven and Marc weren’t exactly people (Y/N) knew or could be sure they could trust, but they at least didn’t want to throw (Y/N) to the wolves. That was…nice.

“Just give me the body,” said Marc.

“No, I don’t know who could have it or where,” lied Steven.

Harrow looked at (Y/N).

“Marc hid it somewhere. It wasn’t in the flat when I got there.” Two truths. Marc had hidden the scarab, and Steven had brought the duffel bag into the flat after (Y/N) got there.

“May I speak with Marc?” asked Harrow.

“Um…uh,” Steven shifted uncomfortably.

“Marc, what has Khonshu promised you?” said Harrow. “That this is your last mission? Then you’ll be free?” He looked at Steven. “Trust me when I tell you Khonshu is a liar, as are all the gods.” He glanced pointedly at (Y/N). “There is always one last thing.”

(Y/N) decided to intercede to save Steven from the interrogation. They owed him. “If Ammit judges people before they do anything, isn’t she judging an innocent person?”

Harrow’s eyes flicked to them, and they continued.

“It goes against the idea we have the ability to make choices. It says that there’s only one path for us and we have no self-determination,” said (Y/N). Everyone was staring at them, but now that their thoughts were in the air, they weren’t stopping. “And what counts as ‘evil’ to her? If it’s action, she’s admitting to judging someone for what they might do. But if it’s thought, then that makes no sense, since thoughts becoming actions is what is harmful. The thought in itself could be ignored.”

Harrow sighed. “(Y/N), you’re a child. You may be an Avatar, but you do not understand the scope—”

“Oh, what about children?” said (Y/N), eyes widening. “Would Ammit kill a child for something they might think or do in thirty years?”

Steven’s eyes widened in horror at the idea.

Harrow sighed and collected himself. “I’m glad you mentioned that. Sometimes…the cure is a little taste of the disease. The difference between medicine and poison sometimes is only dosage. Considered a diseased limb. Amputation, horrific and grotesque, is necessary for the overall health.”

“A child isn’t a diseased limb,” said (Y/N). They looked around at everyone. “Is that what everyone here thinks? That killing—a terrible thing—a child is fine because that child might do something bad in the future? You’re just as bad as the child’s hypothetical future.”

Steven nodded emphatically. “Sorry, yeah, but…I kind of draw the line there at child murder.”

Harrow looked away from them in disappointment. Then, he lifted up his cane. “Do you know what this is?”

“Yep, it’s a cane, yeah,” said Steven.

“This is—” Harrow stood and held out the cane “—Ammit’s gift to her first Avatar.”

“Alright…” said Steven.

(Y/N) eyed it warily as it glowed purple. The followers of Ammit took steps back as Harrow held it up.

“It contains in it a tiny sliver of her power,” continued Harrow.

Not good, thought (Y/N). They and Steven stood up from the table and took a careful step back.

“I don’t want to use it,” said Harrow. That was the truth, but that wouldn’t stop him from indeed using it. “I don’t.”

“Then don’t,” said Steven, laughing nervously. He and (Y/N) continued to back away. “We can’t help you.”

“Yes, you can,” said Harrow. “I need to know, where is the scarab?” Steven and (Y/N) were silent. “Where is the scarab?” repeated Harrow, raising the cane towards Steven. “Where is the scarab?”

“No,” said Steven, shaking his head.

“Where’s the scarab?” Harrow lifted the cane.

“Don’t hurt him.” (Y/N) pulled the scarab from their pocket and held it above their head.

All eyes snapped to them, and (Y/N)’s body went hot with anxiety at the attention. They knew this was stupid and risky, but they couldn’t just stand by while someone was threatened. It wasn’t who they were.

Harrow stared at it. “You have no idea the value of what you’re holding.” He held out his hand. “Give it to me.”

(Y/N) shook their head. “I can’t let you release Ammit.”

Harrow sighed. “I’d really prefer to do this the easy way, but I have to make sacrifices for a better world.”

Steven’s eyes widened in alarm, and (Y/N)’s grip on the scarab tightened. They needed a way out.

“There is no deal in this, Marc. Fix this! Fix this!” shouted Khonshu.

“Do not give it to him, (Y/N). Get out of there!” said Ma’at.

“Don’t touch them.”

A woman pushed out of the crowd and stood by Steven and (Y/N)’s side. Layla. She, too, wanted to keep the scarab safe, and seeing Steven (who she still thought was Marc) and (Y/N) threatened was unacceptable.

Layla glanced at Steven. “Summon the suit.”

“Sorry, what?” said Steven.

“Summon the suit,” urged Layla.

Oh, boy, thought (Y/N), still looking around themself warily.

“ ‘Summon the soup?’ What are you saying?” asked Steven.

“The suit. Summon it,” repeated Layla urgently.

“The suit?” said Steven.

Layla groaned. “So be it.”

She grabbed Steven and (Y/N)’s wrists and pulled them after her. A man grabbed for them, but Steven shoved him back.

“Up!” shouted (Y/N), racing towards the stairs with Layla and Steven on their heels.

Harrow sighed. It seemed he’d have to use the cane. He slammed it against the ground. The building shook, and purple light erupted from cracks spiderwebbing through the floor and walls.

(Y/N) paused in front of Victor as he emerged from a side hall, knife in hand. They pushed the scarab into Steven’s hands. It seemed they were going to have to fight.

Fine.

To protect innocents, (Y/N) would.

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melanieph321 · 9 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - My Brother's Best Friend Part 1/4

I wrote this one at like 4 am 😅

Summary - Reader rencounters her brother's best friend and the two of them hit it off quite well.

Enjoy!

Five years at university. Non stop studying, no coming home for Christmas, Easter or any other holiday. Despite all of this no one in your family had the courtesy of picking you up from the airport. Instead they sent for somone else, a stranger, your brothers best friend, Ruben.

"Y/N, you grew!" He exclaimed, when he finally pulled up to the sidewalk where you stood. He hadn't recognized you the first time he past you with his car. You had to shout his name the second time.

"I did and one day I'm gonna grow old and die."

He chuckled.

You threw your bags into the backseat of his car, settling down in the passenger seat beside him.

He was practically like family, Ruben. He and your brother had been inseprable friends since they were kids, making you the annoying third wheel.

"Only two bags?" He frowned.

You shrugged. "I'm only staying for the weekend."

"For the game?"

You nodded.

It was the first time Ruben and your brother had been allowed to represent their country in a international game. Although it was only a friendly your mother begged you to take a break from school to come down and watch it. Everyone else in your family was coming, your aunties, uncles and cousins. All coming to support your brother. You were a bit bitter that none of them had come to visit you at school before, although it had been five years since you moved.

"You hungry?" Ruben asked, once you got on the highway.

"Does your family still own a restaurant?"

"They do."

"Then I'm very hungry. A broke student who usually lives off cooked ramen can never say no to free food."

Ruben chuckled. "I would have paid for your meal even if it wasn't from my family's restaurant."

"Well thanks." You blushed.

Pulling up to Ruben's family restaurant, they all greeted you with open arms and painful pinches of your cheeks.

"Look at you!" Ruben's mother gasped. "How skinny you've become. Pãi, make her something to eat, fast!" She took a second look at you. "With a lot of meat in it!"

"I'm actually a vegan."

"You are?"

"You are?" Ruben repeated.

"Is that okay?"

His mother's expression mellowed. "Of course sweetie. I'll inform Ruben's father, see what he can do. We don't have alot of vegan opinions on the menu though."

"I'm sure anything will be fine Mrs Dias, thank you."

"I didn't know you went vegan?" Ruben said, the two of you sliding into your dining booth, sitting on the opposite side of each other.

"Sometimes I think it's the reason my family doesn't invite me to family gatherings anymore."

"That's horrible."

"I'm sure it's not the case." You protested, seeing the expression that came across his face. But in reality you had no idea.

"A plant based diet is good. I do it all the time." Ruben said.

"Eat vegan food?"

"Yes. Especially before a game. It's hard to run an average of 12k a game with a giant steak digesting in your stomach."

"Huh?" You muttered.

"What?"

"Defenders run 12k a game, you sure about that?"

Ruben threw his napkin at you but missed.

"I'm just saying." You chuckled. "I don't remember you as very agile to run."

"Or jump, or sprint..." His sister came by to take your drink orders. "Don't you remember Y/N, Ruben was a very chubby kid when he first started playing football. He would either play defense or goalie, those were his only options." She laughed.

You held your tounge seeing the deadly stare Ruben was giving his sister.

"Can we order our drinks now?" He grunted.

"Yes, of course." She brought out a pen and paper. "A water for you brother and what will you be having Y/N?"

"A coke?"

"A coke it is. See brother, get yourself a girl that isn't afraid of a few calories."

Ruben rolled his eyes as she left you to it.

"So... you only date girls with diet only in their bio's?" You teased.

"It makes things easier." He shrugged.

"Easier how?"

"Well, she won't complain over my strict diet, will she? Or force me to eat carbs two days a week?"

"Ohhh, poor Ruben is scared of getting little chub back on his cheeks?"

Another napkin was thrown your way, forcing you to duck this time.

"What about you?"

"What about me?" You said, throwing back his crumbled up napkin.

"Don't you think you'd be doing guys a favor by mentioning that you're vegan in your social media bio?"

"Nah, I like to see the look on their faces when I surprise them. My ex boyfriend thought my reason for going vegan was because I hadn't tried meat before, which resulted in him taking me on food truck spree. His idea of a good date."

"It would've been a great idea." Ruben objected. "I know alot of great food trucks with amazing vegan options. In fact my friend drives one. I could take you there if you're ever up to it this weekend?"

"That would fulfill your dreams, wouldn't it Ruby?" His sister said, making her stop with your drinks.

Ruben's silence was evident that he didn't enjoy the sudden interruption of your conversation.

"Do you remember that time he and your brother forced you into that shopping cart and pushed you down the hill?"

"One of my fondest memories." You said. You ended up breaking your arm that day.

"Well you should have seen the look on his face when he ran to tell our parents what happened. They were furious, but Ruben was inconsolable, which made all of us feel bad for him."

"Inconsolable how?"

You didn't rembering beeing told Ruben's side of the story before. Your brother on the other hand, told you how he had been by your side until the ambulance came, terrified of what your parents would say once he told them that he's killed you.

"Hasn't Ruben told you?" His sister frowned.

"Carolina, please " He sighed.

"He cried all night, begging our parents to take him to the hospital to go see you."

"Really?" Your eyes widened.

"Yes. He even cried at the hospital seeing your little body all patched up in the hospital bed. I thought it was cute." She said, patting Ruben's shoulders.

He ran a anxious hand through his hair, probably praying that his sister would leave.

"He gave you his favorite teddy though." She shrugged. "That must count for something."

Somewhere a costumer waved for her attention. "Coming!" She groaned and left you two to it.

The relief on Ruben's face was hilarious. "I'm sorry about that." He sighed. "Carolina can be...well Carolina."

"It's okay. " You giggled. " I had no idea that Rosie the whale was from you. I thought my parents brought her to me from the hospital gift shop."

He shook his head. "No, Eddie the whale..." He corrected. "...was all mine. I hope you took good care of him."

"Eddie?" You frowned. "My Rosie is a she."

Ruben snorted. "I don't think so. My Eddie identifies as He/Him he told me so himself."

"Is that so?"

"Ask him yourself."

"I will. As soon as I fly back home."

Somthing came across Ruben's face.

"What?"

"You brought Eddie with you to university?"

You blushed, but was quick to collect yourself. "I did."

Ruben looked to his hands, hiding his smile.

The food arrived just in time to mend the longing pain in your belly. You enjoyed it so much that Rubens family promised to make the selection of vegan food a part of the menu from now on.

"I had fun today." Ruben parked his car alongside the driveway to your parents house.

"Me too Ruben. Goodluck during the game tomorrow."

"See you after?"

"The game?" You frowned.

"Most of the team are going clubbing after, depending on the finally score of course. Either way, your brother and I are celebrating making the national team, you down?"

"I don't know?" The thought of going clubbing with your brother was not a appealing one.

"Or we could do somthing just the two of us?"

"Oh." You stuttured, a reaction to Ruben's eyes staring back at you.

You can't remember the last time they'd stayed on you for as long as they had done tonight during dinner. You thought that to Ruben you were just his best friends annoying little sister, but after hearing the story of how he had worried about you the day you broke your arm, somthing changed within you. Your feelings for Ruben changed.

"Ruben I didn't..."

Cleary somthing had changed within him too, because as you sat with one hand gripping the passenger door, ready to jank it open and jump out, Ruben had leaned forward, catching you off guard by pressing his lips against yours.

"Ruben."

You spoke into the kiss, his breath warm against your face. He let himself enjoy it for a second, before his body stiffend and he pulled back, a terrified expression on his face.

"Don't tell your brother."

"But...I...you kissed me?"

"I know." Ruben was quick to try his lips with the back of his hand. His gaze facing the road ahead. "It was a mistake. Just don't tell your brother."

You got out of the car, confused to what just happened. You watched Ruben disappear down the street along with your stolen kiss.

"That was odd." You muttured. You had barely gotten a chance to react to his lips pressing against yours. Surely the feeling had been pleasant, but how could you know for sure when it all went down so fast?

Somthing else that came at you fast was the realization that your parents house stood empty. However a note was pinned to the inside of the door, saying: "Staying at your brothers tonight, calming his nerves ahead of tomorrow's game. Kisses, Pãi e Mamãe!"

Well who's gonna calm your nerves, you thought. Because they were all over the place for the moment.

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 11 months

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Hi Fen!!! Popping in to ask what you think the moon boys’ hobbies would be (if they weren’t so busy moon knighting). (For Steven, I feel like studying ancient Egypt is more like a passion, so like what else do you think he’d be into?)

K. Love you! Byeeeee.

IDJIDHVDHFH Oh my gosh, I love this ask so much! Thank you so, so, SO much for sending it! ❤️(ILY!) Did I think about this at work for a good 1 and 30 mins instead of working on a spreadsheet? No, of course not, I would never do that… 👀

I have narrowed it down to one each to save everyone from seeing my absolute madness.

Moon Knight Boys Headcanons & Hobbies

Rating: PG Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: Swearing

Steven: Cooking

Okay, here me out. So, I’ve seen opposite ends of opinion on this one (both are valid) but I’m going with Steven is a very good cook, and he likes cooking.

He’s been vegan for a while and it’s only in the last couple of years that food places have really been trying with vegan and vegetarian options that aren’t salad… bread… (chips if you’re lucky) So, I think he enjoys making lots of different recipes.

It started out with him just making vegan ones and then, over time, became him changing other recipes to make them vegan and coming up with his own.

Absolute master at vegan cakes, no one can ever tell the difference, and, in fact, a lot of people compliment him on ‘the best cake they’ve ever had’, ‘so light and fluffy? How do you do it?’ “Well, that’s the secret, innit?” (whisk the aquafaba like your life depends on it and sweet potato)

Steven is absolutely horrified by the food Marc makes himself. (Plain chicken, rice, spinach)

“Where are the flavours Marc? At least some herbs? Spices for fuck’s sake? I can’t believe you’re eating plain steamed chicken?” (He doesn’t even care that it’s meat, it's just the lack of flavour.)

“It’s boiled chicken actually.”

Steven loses his goddamn mind.

“I don’t care what bloody macronutrient you are monitoring, you are not eating that.”

It’s not that Marc can’t cook, he just doesn’t see the reason to put the effort in when it’s just for himself (doesn’t feel like he deserves it.)

Steven grumbles to himself and refuses to let Marc cook his own dinner if he can help it. “If you’re going to eat meat, at least treat it with respect, yeah? Bring out the flavour?” He usually preps something for Marc, so he can cook it quickly when he’s hungry.

Makes so many cakes and pastries for Jake. Leaves them in boxes with ‘Jake :)’ written on a post stick note on the top. Jake is always so touched and surprised when he does. They have taken to playing a little game where sometimes the food is vegan and sometimes it’s not and Jake has to guess. He’s more accurate than most people, but it still only averages around 70% right. (69% if we’re being exact, and Marc is sure Jake’s messing with the correct statistics on purpose.)

Marc: Fantasy Baseball and Fantasy Football

Literally takes it so seriously. Has spreadsheets filled with information and pours over every single statistic like it holds the answers to the universe. It only got more intense when he found a forum for people with the same interest and he literally will spend hours talking online about it.

“It’s not about getting the best players, it’s about making the best team.”

Jake has joked that he puts Steven and his love for history to shame and if those spreadsheets weren’t saved on the computer Marc would have boxes and boxes and folders upon folders of printed out info and then there would be zero space in the flat.

When Marc annoys Steven, Steven tells him to “go play with your pretend american cricket and american rugby” to piss him off.

(Marc retaliates by incorrectly pronouncing UK places.

“Steven, maybe we should take a trip to Ed-in-b-row”

“It’s Ed-in-bruh.”

“How about Sus-SEX or Es-SEX?”

“It’s Sus-SIX and Es-SIX.”

“I do love Green-WITCH at this time of year.”

“IT’S GREN-ITCH! Jake, you're from New York, how is Greenwich pronounced?”

“I’m not getting involved.”

“Ha! That’s because he agrees with me!”

When things get really heated, Marc threatens to make a cup of tea in the microwave. Steven says he doesn’t care because he makes coffee in the microwave all the time and it’s fine. Jake puts an end to it by saying hot chocolate tastes best with water and then laughing when both Marc and Steven gang up on him.

“I cannot believe you think that mate.”

“You know how many different types of milk there are?”

“Absolutely disgusting.”

“Cow, goat, soya, almond, coconut, literally any of them instead.”)

Jake: Knitting

Wanted something to keep his hands busy, that he could pick up and put down, and that he could take in his cab when he was stationary and waiting for fares.

Took to it a lot quicker than he thought it would, and can just zone out and knit. It helps keep him grounded.

He feels like he has spent a lot of his time destroying and there is something so satisfying about being able to create.

Once he mastered the stitch he quickly moved onto making clothes. Before Marc and Steven knew about him he used to knit jumpers for Steven and hide them in the wardrobe.

Jake makes Marc a cartoony style baseball jumper that he also loves, and a thick cardigan for Steven that is covered in hieroglyphics (he spends months researching the language to get it to make some sense, and works in a dig at Khonshu in there and has Steven crying with laughter.)

When they know about him Steven excitedly requests the “most garish and over the top Hanukkah jumper anyone has ever seen!” Jake does his best, presenting it to Steven (and trying to hide how nervous he feels) Steven loves it and refuses to take it off all winter.

Most people think Jake has a stern glare when he wants, but you can never be sure if he’s planning your destruction or trying to work out how many balls of wool it would take to make someone your size a jumper.

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Mushroom Tartine

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deliciousangelfestival · 9 months

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Switched Sides 2 - Lloyd Hansen Series

Character: Lloyd Hansen x former Hitman!FemaleReader

Summary: Y/N L/N quit her job as a hitman to take care of her nephew after her stepbrother died. It’s been a year since she became a good aunt to her nephews, and she wants to keep it that way. But her quiet life got disturbed when her former boss asked for her help.

Warning: Nothing.

A/N: Reblog and any feedback are much appreciated. I love reading all your comments and funny GIF.

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Disaster.

That's the perfect way to describe the situation. Today is supposed to be the first day of the school's anniversary celebration.

Every participant for the bazaar was scattering around to pick up all their stuff and set up their tent back to the correct position because a strong force of wind flew all their property, including Y/N vegan brownies cake.

A helicopter suddenly landed in the middle of the football field near the food bazaar.

Every parent, teacher and student was shocked by what happened, and they were even more surprised when people that came out wearing black suits like a secret service approached Y/N.

"Y/N L/N, we need your help." The person standing in front of her is her former colleague Bruno. His code name is 'Poison'.

She knows the only person who will use this method is Lloyd Hansen.

"Y/N, you're not in trouble, right?" A trembling voice came from Jenny, who stood behind Y/N, along with others who were confused with the situation in front of them.

–Flashback Starts–

Everyone was busy setting up their tent, including Y/N until a strong wind and loud sound approached the school.

"Is that a helicopter?

"What happened?"

"Oh my god, are there terrorists at school?"

"No, the decoration is ruined because of the wind!!!"

"Catch the flower buckets!!! That flowers are imported!!!"

–Flashback Ends–

"No, ma'am, the country needs her help." Bruno fixes his aviator, acting friendly towards Jenny. She would never believe this man is dangerous because he uses hazardous chemicals to finish his target.

Jenny grabs Y/N's hand. "If you ever need help, call me. My father knew a few senators."

Lloyd knew a few senators too, and he kept them like figure dolls. He's far more powerful than senators.

"Thank you." Y/N tapped Jenny's hand to assure her that she was okay.

"Give me your car keys; my subordinate will drive your car back to your home."

Y/N gave him the car keys. She doesn't need to tell her address. They have known it beforehand.

"You could bring your…" Bruno pointed at the little human underneath him. "Nephew's with you."

With Kendall in her arms, and her other hand holding Mark, she entered the helicopter quickly so they could leave the school as soon as possible.

"Wow, this is so cool, Aunty."

The helicopter starts to go up, and everyone is in their seat. From the window, Mark saw his classmate look jealous. He lifted his middle finger towards them, but his aunt lowered his hand. "That's rude."

Mark felt embarrassed and lowered his head. "Sorry, Aunty." Y/N shook her head and then checked on the little one who sat on her lap and wore a cancelling headphone noise.

She thought Kendall would be scared, but he's enjoying it. His short legs keep moving up and down.

Bruno sat near her, surprised to see her being gentle, "You've changed, Y/N."

Y/N looked at Bruno, not amused; the way he picked her up would ruin her cover as a regular aunt, and people at the school will ask questions.

"Was it necessary to make an entrance like this?"

Bruno chuckled. "If you didn't ignore him, today wouldn't have happened. Every cause has consequences."

She scoffed, "He must be desperately asking me for help."

"Oh, he is. And we need old Y/N to come back."

Mark clenched her shirt, and she felt it. He must be scared thinking about her old job. Her fingers gently brushed his hair, and she said, "It's gonna be alright."

They have arrived at the top of the building. Y/N knew this place was one of their headquarters, and the location was in the same city. It's better this way than their usual hideout place inside the forest; kids will get scared.

"Wait here", said Bruno and left them.

After waiting for 5 minutes, the owner of the building appeared. He was standing tall with a well-built body. He'd wearing a black shirt, a leader jacket, beige pants and black shoes.

Lloyd smiled. "Hi, pumpkin, did you miss me?"

Y/N does not answer because she is pissed. Lloyd understands her anger. So he wants to mess with the tiny little guest by saying, "I'm your father."

Kendall, who was silent this whole time, suddenly cried, "Waaa…not daddy."

Y/N clicked her tongue; she rubbed his back to calm him down. "Thanks, Lloyd. It took half an hour to stop his crying."

"Uupss." Lloyd chuckled; he didn't feel sorry even one bit.

"What do you want?"

"I need your help since you are the best tracker in the team."

"You said my method is old-fashioned."

"Here's a thing, since I ruined a tourist attraction in some European country, the Big Boss boss banned me from doing any damage."

When Y/N is still working with him, they always argue about how to get their target. She preferred quiet but deadly, while Lloyd chose loud and messy.

"Who do you need to catch?"

"You agree to help?" Lloyd raised his eyebrows, and he was surprised she quickly agreed.

"If I don't do it, you will bother me again until I say yes. What will I get if I do you a favour?"

"A medicine for him." Lloyd looks at Kendall.

"I know you have the money for his oral medicine, but you must wait a year. If you help me, I will give you the medicine tomorrow."

"How?"

"Let's just say there's a patient that doesn't deserve it."

That's a sign she should stop asking.

"Aunty." Y/N looked down at Mark, who wanted to cry.

"I'll be alright. Could you watch Kendall for a while?"

"Nooo." He shook his head and stomped his foot.

Lloyd doesn't want to hear a kid crying in his place. "Bring him, he won't understand anything."

They moved to another floor. On their way to the control room, Mark saw a sports car inside the building. How did they get the sports car into the skyscraper?

He looked up at Lloyd with adoring eyes. Lloyd felt this kid was watching him, so he just smiled back.

*****

"So, who is this?"

"An accountant of the drug cartel."

"He picked the wrong enemy?"

"Yup, and the CIA want to use him to put the drug cartel to jail. But the problem is, he's good at hiding."

"Give me his profile."

Y/N read the profiles thoroughly and picked maps. Her fingers traced the map, then picked a red marker to make an 'X' sign "He's here."

"How did you know?"

"He's a loner, and doesn't have many friends, so I saw his GPS history, sometimes he always visits the area around his university. He felt safe in a place that was nostalgic to him. So that means…"

Y/N pointed at the 'X' sign on the map. "He's here."

"You heard her; send the team around that area." Lloyd gave an order to his subordinates.

"Can we go home now?"

"No, stay here until we find him. I don't want to go back and forth to pick you up. The gas for the helicopter is expensive."

"Ugh, fine."

******

While waiting for the result, Lloyd ensured three of them got comfortable. He notices Y/N's nephew doesn't feel scared, perhaps because they know her aunt is there to protect them.

"You haven't put him down since you got here. Your arms don't get numb?"

Kendall rested his head on her chest, sleeping while his mouth opened. For Y/N, looking at Kendall is this calm, and her tiredness is gone. "No, he's not heavy."

"Hmm, I understand why he loves being in your arms."

Lloyd leaned his head on her shoulder and hugged her left side. "Because I felt home every time I rested my head on your chest." He winked at her. She pushed him away, but he won't budge.

He wants to move away from her, but because of the little kid, she smells like a baby, and he likes her new smell.

Mark looked at this man acting close to Y/N. He whispered in her ear, "Aunty, is he your boyfriend?"

Lloyd smiled at the innocent question. "Yes, yes, I am." He has this proud look on his face and gives a peck on Y/N's cheek.

His moustache tickled her, so she pushed him away. "Don't give him any ideas."

"Mister, why did you call aunty Y/N pumpkin?"

"Because that's her favourite food."

"Really?" He doesn't know his aunt's favourite food, while she knows their likes and dislikes.

Mark's eyes sparkled, this man had a helicopter, and cars, owned many computers, and he knew Y/N's favourite food. He's cool.

*****

After 4 hours, she finally got the news.

Lloyd wears a big smile on his face. "They caught him. I knew I could count on you."

Y/N, while carrying Kendall and Mark, they immediately stand up from their seat. "Great. So send us back home."

"Eh, I want to invite you to have dinner together."

"Lloyd, you don't like kids."

"I could tolerate them as long as I'm with you."

"My patience has its limits." Not just her but the kids too. She could sense her nephew getting bored and exhausted. If they don't go home, both boys will start their tantrums.

"Alright." He offered a handshake when she wanted to shake his hand. Lloyd suddenly pulled her into his arm and kissed her cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Lloyd wasn't kidding. The next day he visited her at her house to deliver medicine for Kendall.

She doesn't know I'd the medicine worked well or not, but it made Kendall sleepy. At least this time, he's not crying in pain.

Since Kendall fell asleep, she couldn't pick Mark up at school. That means she needs to ask a favour. "Lloyd, could you get my nephew at school?"

"Am I a chauffeur now?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she gave him a killer gaze at him, which made Lloyd nod. "Alright, but I want to have dinner with you tonight."

******

Never in a million years would Lloyd think he would step into school again.

While he walks around looking for Mark, every mother and nanny who waited for their kids is looking at Lloyd. It's easy to spot him since he's the tallest person in the area. His style is also modest and stylish.

Then he heard a bunch of kids surrounding one kid; he knew who it was.

Mark is standing alone while his classmates are in the group. His cheeks were red because he was frustrated. "Why can't I join the marathon tomorrow?"

"That's because you don't have a father. It's a father-son marathon."

"What if you team up with our gym teacher? Everyone knows he likes your aunty."

Mark stomped his foot. "No!!!" He doesn't want his gym teacher as his running partner, that would be cheating, and Mark doesn't want his teacher to get close to Y/N.

Then he felt a shadow covering him, and he saw his friend stepping back while their eyes looked up.

He raised his head and saw the person he met yesterday, Mister Lloyd.

Suddenly he got an idea; with his little body, he clung to Lloyd's leg like a koala and looked at his friend. "He is my aunt's boyfriend, and I will join the marathon tomorrow with him!!!"

It's not just Mark's friends who were shocked but also Lloyd. This will be the first time an 8-year-old kid dumbfounded Lloyd.

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Okay so this is what I thought of while reading the interactions with the kids.

I just remembered that Vince is lactose intolerant, right? So how would you feel about lactose intolerant Vince with (reluctant) caretaker Max for a change?

I mean I can imagine maybe a class party or something with a kid wanting to make sure that Mr. Monacelli (or Mr. Mo because that is freaking cute) is having fun too, so they keep bringing him snacks.

I can totally see Vin accepting anything and everything from a kid with doe eyes and not having any way to refuse because the kid is watching him and wants to see Vin eat it. (Let's be honest, Vince would never even speak up because he wouldn't want to hurt their feelings).

After that Vin is feeling gradually sicker and sicker until Max can't keep ignoring him anymore, so Vin has to spill the tea.

Then Max is like "why did you even accept?" While Vin, slightly offended, is like "did you really expect me to say no to that kid?"

I know it's really detailed, feel free to ignore it, I just couldn't get this little scenario out of my head.

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💜! I hope you like this one, I slightly twisted it and it's a little different from my usual... So let me know what you think!

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Max frowned, leaning on the doorway of the kindergarten. His hands were full with a large tupperware with baking soda, food coloring and vinegar, the usual science fair volcano mix.

What caused him to pause, though, was the sight inside the classroom. Mr. Monacelli, or Mr. Mo to the little ones, was standing, with a kid on his hip, a little girl… Livia, judging by how comfortable he seemed to be as he held her.

Liv’s dark wavy hair was up pigtails and she had face paint on, the tip of her nose painted black and whiskers on her cheek, a matching look that was mirrored on the other children. Cats, the Musical, kindergarten version? Max thought with a snort.

Vince also had face paint on and he was chewing something Livia had just pushed inside his mouth, out of a box. Across the room Max noticed a tall chocolate cake, with a glittery candle that said 7 on top.

That explained it.

Birthday parties were always the bane of his existence, so he was incredibly glad he barely taught kindergarten and the older kids would rather die than celebrate in class. As far as he could remember it, he had bad experiences under his belt. From his mom trying to throw him a fully vegan party that had been a flop with him and his friends, to his father getting drunk and forgetting about his birthday altogether, to the fact once he turned eighteen his birthday all but disappeared as celebratory day.

“Mr. Mo,” a kid ran across the room, with glitter face paint all the way to his scalp. Max snorted at the sight, the parents surely would be over the moon about that, “tell Jess she can’t play with my toy.”

Vince frowned, crouching down to look at the little boy and Max frowned, staring at the scene. He couldn’t figure out this dude. Monacelli gave off military vibes. Football star, with his little homophobic fit the other day, driving that ridiculous motorcycle everywhere… And there he was, covered in glittery paint, scolding a boy for not sharing his toys and being fed cake pops by his little sister and her group of friends.

It just didn’t make any sense.

“Daniels, do you need anything?”

Max’s cheeks burned as he realized he had been caught staring and he shook his head, as five little heads looked at him, as well as Vince.

“No, just passing by.”

“Alright,” Vince waved him off, taking the boy’s hand and dragging him across the room to apologize.

It was a couple hours later when they met again. Max was smelling like bleach, after finishing up a biology class with the 10th graders, and ready to head home as he entered the staff’s lounge to retrieve his bag. He raised his eyebrows as he found Monacelli sitting on one of the couches, in the furthest corner, with his arms crossed to his chest and his head tipped back, as if he was asleep.

“Hey,” Max kicked Vince’s foot to wake him in case he was asleep, “day’s over.”

Vince wasn’t asleep — or maybe he was a really quiet sleeper? — because he sat up straight with a groan, moving his arms to wrap around his stomach, “what do you want?”

Max frowned at the lackluster response, so unlike the man who always seemed to have his energy up, “school’s over, are you planning on crashing here? Maurice is gonna be locking this room soon.”

Vince let out a sigh, using the couch to push himself up and the other man realized he was a horrible shade of white… Damn near green.

“You look horrible,” Max said, taking a step back as he noticed Vince swaying slightly on his feet. Instead of denying, Vince simply nodded, bringing up a shaky hand to wipe the sweat off his brow.

“Yeah, I know-” he interrupted himself with a soft, sickly burp. He didn’t bother finishing his sentence, ceasing every movement as he gulped down, only to let out another little burp and a groan.

“What’s wrong with you?” Max eyed him suspiciously. There was no way this man had caught another stomach bug after measly five weeks of having one, right?

Vince pressed his forehead to the metal locker in the teacher’s lounge, seemingly devoid of any energy to put in his combination and retrieve his bag. Most teachers didn’t even put in a combination, everyone used the standard 0000.

“Monacelli,” he stepped closer, despite wanting nothing to do with illness or this guy. It was just unnerving.

“I’m fine,” Vince breathed out, but it would have been a lot more convincing if he wasn’t swallowing in convulsively and clutching his stomach. Stomach, which by the way, was pressing against his work polo. The guy wasn’t small by any means and Max could’ve told he had a tummy to begin with, but now it was nearly poking out.

“Yeah, you look terrific,” Max rolled his eyes, walking to retrieve his own bag and deciding he was done with the whole scene, “feel better-”

He never quite finished his sentence, before Vince let out a little strangled noise and then rushed across the room, to the teacher’s bathroom. He slammed the door behind him and Max cringed in sympathy as he heard a muffled groan.

Now he couldn’t just leave the idiot, right? Not after he had driven him home?

Max carefully walked closer, tapping his knuckles against the door, “Monacelli, do you need anything? Meds? The nurse? Your mom?”

He expected to hear Vince telling him to go fuck himself, but instead there was a noise of liquid hitting liquid, followed by retching and more liquid.

Shit. Perhaps, even, literally.

Max chewed on his lip, looking around the room helplessly as if an older adult would appear and take over the situation, but he sadly was the only adult. He looked at his watch. 3:40 PM. Office hours were over, the janitor and the security would soon be finishing their rounds and closing up the school.

“Dude,” he sighed, knocking again, “you kinda need to leave, they’re gonna lock us here.”

“Go away…” Vince groaned, his voice raspy and choked up.

Max scoffed, “are you crying?” really? “Mona-”

“I said, go away,” Vince repeated, much harsher now and Max’s mouth snapped shut, his cheeks heating up as his temper got the best of him.

“Fine,” he said bitterly,loudly walking away, “drown there, see if I care.”

Sadly, much to Max’s displeasure, he had a guilty conscience and couldn’t make it even to the parking lot. He let out a sigh and glared at the now empty parking lot. Only four vehicles left, one of them being Vince’s stupid motorcycle.

There was no way the man could go home in a fucking bike.

“Moron,” Max groaned, walking back inside. He fully expected to find Vince back in the teacher’s lounge, so it was much to his surprise when they ran into each other in the hallway. Or rather, he ran, because Vince was frozen in place, an arm wrapped tightly around his belly and breathing through the nausea carefully.

“Oh there you are-”

“Thought I told you to leave,” Vince groaned, not looking up from the spot in the linoleum he was staring at, trying to keep his stomach in check, “careful, or I’ll believe you give a shit.”

“Fever must be through the roof, you’re delusional,” Max snarked, curiosity getting the best of him as he stepped closer and raised a hand to touch Vince’s forehead.

Monacelli was much taller, and bigger, so when he pushed Max’s hand away with an impatient huff, the other teacher stumbled on his feet.

“I don’t have a fever,” Vince scoffed, straightening up. He looked worse, more green and more drenched in sweat, “I’m lactose intolerant and I ate- I ate half a chocolate cake…” his gut let out an upset, whiny gurgle that was loud enough for Max to hear.

The blonde stared at him for a second, before cackling “are you fucking with me!?”

When he didn’t get an answer, except for Vince’s cheek ballooning with yet another burp that he muffled with a fist, Max’s laughter lessened down to a chuckle, his shoulders shaking, “oh… You’re serious? You’re in this shape because of some chocolate?”

He really was the one to judge, Max thought with a snort, remembering he’d be hurling much sooner if he ate half a chocolate cake. But then again, he wouldn’t be stumbling around cradling his tummy and whining.

“What do you want, Daniels?” Vince groaned, rubbing a hand over his face, “I don’t fucking get you. I helped you, not once, not twice, but three times by now, and you’re still a dick.”

Max’s chuckle died immediately, his cheeks burning, “sorry, should I’ve been bowing and kissing your feet? What do you want, cuddles and kisses because your tummy hurts?”

Vince raised an unimpressed eyebrow, “I’m really sorry you weren’t hugged enough as a child,” he said coldly, “but yeah, actually, I do have people who take care of me when I feel ill, because I’m not a fucking jackass.”

“Says you,” Max snorted, rolling his eyes and gesturing to the empty hallway, “where’s the queue to cuddle you? I don’t see it.”

“I know what your problem with me is,” Vince scoffed, pressing his back to the wall behind him and huffing. He was shaking, which was not a good sign and Max bit down the urge to ask if the guy was okay.

“Enlighten me,” he said instead and Vince folded in half, planting his hands on his knees and breathing through a cramp.

“You’re jealous,” he said through his teeth and Max glared daggers at him, his stomach dropping to his feet.

He wasn’t jealous, he was… He just didn’t think Vince was anything special. Surely he was allowed this opinion?

For example, if Vince was so great, why was he about to hurl all over the floor that Maurice had probably already cleaned? That was asshole behavior.

Max mentally patted himself on the back, before saying loudly, “here, Mr. Moron, don’t hurl all over the floor,” and pushing a garbage bin in front of the guy. He didn’t expect Vince to make immediate use of it, falling to his knees and grabbing the metal bin with his hands, hugging it to his chest as a huge gush of projectile vomit fell inside of it.

He jumped back, startled, then tip-toed closer, feeling a new shade of shitty as he heard Vince let out a whimper and bury his head in, burping wetly once more and continuing to convulse and cough.

“If you’re such hot shit, why didn’t you not eat the thing you’re aware makes you super ill?” Max asked, mostly to himself, hesitantly moving closer to plant a hand in the middle of the guy’s back. Even down on his knees, Vince was still pretty freaking tall.

Max patted his back in a hesitant manner, then cringed as he heard footsteps down the hallway. Curse both their lucks, Vince’s because he was about to be caught hurling his brains out, and Max’s because now he’d have to look out for the prick.

He braced for Fernanda, the principal, or Maurice, the janitor, but raised his brows as the person who rounded the corner was no one he knew. The man was well into his mid fifties or early sixties, with wavy light brown hair and blue eyes… And he was really tall.

Max cringed as suddenly he realized he knew Mr. Monacelli from parent-teacher meetings and that the old guy would be expecting him to act like a lovable guy, the same lovable teacher he was when talking about Sophia or Livia. Fuck.

“Mr. Mona-”

“Dad,” Vince croaked, lifting his head for a slight second, “fuck- Fuck, it hurts.”

Mr. Monacelli all but ignored Max as he crouched down next to his son, planting a wrinkly hand on his back and rubbing in wide circles, “I got you, I got you. Get it up and then I’m taking you home.”

Max bit the inside of his cheek so as not to chuckle at that, “Uh- Hi…?”

“Mr. Daniels,” Giuseppe zeroed him, opening a small smile, “thank you for keeping him company.”

Sure. That was what he was doing.

“Yeah, uhm- Of course,” Max scratched at his beard, as Vince let out another sickly belch, bringing up a bit more watery vomit, and then leaned back, his head hitting the lockers, chest heaving, drenched in sweat.

“Babbo, I’m dying.”

“You should be,” Giuseppe glared at him, “what a stupida idea was that?” he softly thumped on his son’s forehead, “I couldn’t believe my ears when Livia told me. Cazzo, you’re an adult, Vincenzo!”

Vince frowned, looking pathetically close to tears, “babbo,” he breathed out, wiping at his mouth and clutching his bloated belly, “later?”

“Idiota,” his father scoffed, grabbing his arm and helping him get up, “Non pensi?”

“Dad,” Vince said a little harsher and his father stopped scolding him continuously, glaring at his son.

“Let’s go home- Thank you for helping him, Mr. Daniels,” Giuseppe said, still oblivious to the role, or lack of one, Max had played.

“Of course,” Max said cheekily, following them out, “any time, Vince. I hope your tummy feels better.”

“Go fuck yourself, Danie- Babbo!” Vince cried out, as his father slapped the back of his hand, dragging him out of the school and towards his car.

“Don’t swear at the boy, he helped you,” Mr. Monacelli glared at Vince, “get in the car.”

“What am I, five?” Vince groaned, stumbling to the car and bracing against it, breathing deeply through the nausea.

Max bit down a smirk, “Bye Mr. Monacelli,” he said happily, “bye Vinny.”

Behind his father’s back, Vince raised a middle finger at him.

#sickfic #mywriting #vince monacelli #lactose intolerance #emeto #emetophilia #nausea #stomach ache #loads of bantering in this one

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