Special Note: I got another flamer! (my first for this sidestories series, but like my third or fourth overall?) This one was actually kinda angry sounding (go figure!) but I think my popularity in the Teen Titan fandom must be growing if more and more Starfire/Robin fans are feeling threatened by my fics. ((pause)) YEY! I'm popular enough to be hated by the other kids! ((jumps around and parties))

In all seriousness, people: If you don't agree with someone I write, then sign in with your account and leave me an intelligent review with any of your valid complaints. I'll address them, I'll write you back and I don't hate because you don't agree with the way I envision something, but if all you hate is the pairing, then why read it? I don't like Terra pairings but you don't see me going and hating on people who write them. I mean, that's ridiculous, and it really adds too much hate to your karma. Too much negativity in your aura, dudes...let it go. Be one with the Buddha...float like the river. Accept others. Even if you don't enjoy the stories, don't read them, but don't bash for no other reason than because you hate them. (I had someone write me once that they liked my stories, but they wished to see what I did with a Starfire/Robin pairing and I felt honored by this review.) I feel very sad when people hate for no reason than because of a pairing choice. Honestly, I feel that's equatable to someone hating just because you're white or black or asian or because you're homosexual.

STOP THE MINDLESS HATE!

A/N: See SideStory #1 for full Notes and explanation.

Based on Kysra's sketch to be found here: www . deviantart . com / deviation / 33685488 / (remove spaces) -- Please remember to drop her a note and make her feel wonderful for having done this amazing thing for me? If you can't get the link to work (even removing the spaces) then just go to my emsscraps or go straight to Kysra's deviantart page. Just have kysra . deviantart . com (without spaces) or, just go to my profile page here and you'll find links to both my deviantart page and my emsscraps journal. But people, don't give up! Look at this picture! It's so worth it. Well, any of her stuff is worth it, but if you haven't seen the picture there might be nuances to what I wrote that you won't get.

It Only Takes A Moment – Sidestory 5 (From Part VIII)
Blue Satin Pjs
by Em

"...the dark blue satin ones..."

It hadn't been the worst idea Star had ever had. Nor, notably, was it the best. Robin could actually understand why the alien would want to experience as much of Earth culture as she could and it was quite logical that she try and experience that with her friends and teammates.

So, really, that she ask them all to have a pajama party shouldn't have come as quite the surprise as it did.

It was only a matter of time that she started watching the high school kid flicks anyway.

And just because they agreed to it, didn't mean they had to like it, Robin mused as he sighed. He gave the pot of mashed potatoes another half-hearted mash.

"Perhaps someone should have explained to Starfire how you don't serve regular food at pajama parties?" Raven's monotone inquired.

Robin turned to the source of the voice and nearly dropped the masher at the sight of her. "Raven!" he exclaimed before he could help it.

She stopped pulling the plates out of the cupboard and glanced at him, eyebrow raised. "What?" she asked.

"You're here!" he replied intelligently. "And wearing..." he looked down at the somewhat familiar dark blue satin of her pajama set, "...pajamas!"

She raised the other brow, "Was I not invited?" she asked.

"No-yes!" he hurriedly contradicted himself. "It's just..."

Raven finished lowering the stack of plates, "I know," she interrupted, helping him to remove the foot he had so easily planted in his mouth, "I couldn't say no to her," she answered. She met his eyes and her expression was one of careful awe, "She was so excited about it, I just couldn't."

Robin smiled at her, "Yeah," he looked down at his own shorts and muscle t-shirt, "I know."

Raven extended a plate to him, "But really...shouldn't we talk to her about the food?"

Robin took the plate and looked at her, smiling, "It could've been worse."

She didn't need him to remind her exactly how much worse it could've been. They all knew and were excrutiatingly familiar with Starfire's thoughts on what made for adequate consumption. Raven barely refrained from making a face, "True," she watched him scoop up the mashed potatoes and gravy onto a plate from the pans on the stove. "Still, I would've preferred s'mores."

Robin grinned at her and held out his hand for another plate, "Mmmm," he confirmed, "Marshmallow-chocolaty goodness."

She looked at him in surprise, "You do not like s'mores."

He chuckled, "I never said I did," he argued, "I said I liked marshmallow and chocolate." He prepared another plate and grinned at her as he took the next one she offered, "It's the graham cracker I don't like."

She took two of the plates he had prepared and shook her head, "Blasphemer," she said seriously, walking out of the kitchen and taking the plates with her.

He watched her go in amusement.

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A/N:: This is, admittedly, the BIGGEST piece of Crack!Fic I think I have ever written. (Yes, Kysra, I think this is even more Crack!Fic-like than the Edna fic, believe it or not.) I just really don't know what I think about the possibility of the thing that is going on ever really happening, but what the hell, right? ((shrug))

So, agree with me? Disagree with me?