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Thank you for the tags @dirty-bosmer (you had an amazing idea with this tag game!), @mareenavee, @blossom-adventures, you guys are the best <3 <3 This tag game is amazing, and while it was hard to pick favourites, I had so much fun, and looking back on my first chapters, I love to see the similarities, but also the differences. ‘Wherever you go, there you are’ is such a fulfilling and fun journey for me! Starting to write and post fanfic was the best decision ever, because not only did it boost my confidence and made me develop my own writing style, but it also lead me to meet some amazing people along the way. Just know that I appreciate every single one of you who reads my work/leaves kudos and comments/tags me in tag games/or interacts with my posts! I love this little community to pieces! But enough sappy ramblings, let’s get to the rules!

Rules:

Revisit an old fic (or earlier chapters of your current WIP) and share a snip from:

* Your first chapter

* Your favorite chapter

* Your most challenging chapter

Alternatively, if you don't write longfic, feel free to share your one-shots. Provide as much or as little commentary as you want.

The snippets under the cut are from my longfic, WYGTYA

*Snippet from my first chapter! These are from chapter two, because chapter one is just a prologue to put readers into context with where the story starts :)

“I think I’d make a good bartender.” Inigo says, finally turning to them from the treasure chest, wearing a cravat and a monocle. Making exaggerated gestures with a golden goblet, decorated with small emeralds and putting on his most fancy accent, “May I take your order, my lord?”

“Ah, yes. Give me some of your most exquisite wine. I am, after all, a mer with expensive taste.” Rumarin responds in the same fashion while Ravonna and Lucien are laughing so hard the boat’s shaking.

“Very well, My lord. Coming right up!” and, to everyone’s surprise, he actually finds a bottle of Gods-know-what and opens it.

“Wait, did you get that out of the chest?” Ravonna asks with a mixture of amazement and concern.

“Yes, my lady. Do not worry. It is very exquisite indeed!”

“We’ll see about that. I’m a wine expert, after all.”

“Rumarin, are you sure that’s drinkable? It’s been there for hundreds of years at least!”

“You know, Lucien, I have a philosophy in life. A few, actually. One, wine would never hurt me. Two, always try to drink something that resembles wine, but you have to smell it first. And three… cheers, mate!” and he quickly downs the so-called wine, much to Lucien’s horror.

“Did he just do that? Did you just do that?”

“I did.” He grins.

“Well how is it?” Ravonna asks.

“It’s… exquisite.”

“I wanna try that!”

“Me too!” Inigo says, already looking for more fancy goblets.

“Guys I don’t think we should – ”

“Luci, the dremora pirate says everything’s fine to use. I guess this includes the wine. Now give me that bottle!” Ravonna grabs the bottle taking a careful sip. “By the Gods!”

“Well I’m not going to drink it, just in case y’all get poisoned and need someone to save the day.”

“Uuh, guys?”

“It’s fine, really. I know a thing or two about brewing. The older the wine, the better, and the more expensive, I tell you. My father had this wine back at the tavern, almost two hundred years old! I used to sneak in and take a few sips.” Ravonna laughs.

“Guys?”

“You know what? You’re right. And it’s definitely wine. I know wine when I tase it, or smell it, believe me. And I’ve got another philosophy for you, Lucien.”

“Guys?!?”

“What?” they all turn to Inigo, in unison.

“Please tell me I’m not the only one seeing masked people all dressed the same waiting for us at shore.”

“Shit, you’re right.”

Fun fact, this first chapter is one of m absolute favourites. I still remember the sheer amounts of excitement I felt while writing it!

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*For the favourite chapter, I chose chapter 9, because the Skaal Village party, as well as all the metaphor of rebirth and the bonding that took place between the characters is so near and dear to my heart <3. Chapter 10 was a very close second, though!

“I’m sorry.” She barely says between giggles. “It’s just so funny to me how life works.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, some nights ago, we were killing each other, and now we’re almost fighting over who is supposed to be apologizing. How did we get here?!”

He laughs along with her, feeling lightheaded from the alcohol. “I have no idea. I'd call it a pleasant surprise.”

“Well then, let’s make most of it! I need another one of those magical shots, and they are a lot more fun to drink with somebody.” She says, getting up and offering her hand.

“There’s magic involved?” He says, taking her hand and trying to get up, but she lets go of his hand, falling on the snow. She was laughing again and she almost dragged him with her.

“Oh, Gods!” she gets up and shakes the dirt and snow off her robes. “I thought a man as well-read as you would be able to spot a figure of speech. I didn’t mean actual magic!”

“Oh, give me a break, vahdin (woman)! It’s been a long night and I haven’t had a drink in five millennia!”

“Whatever. Your fancy dragon words don’t make up for it!” She looks directly in his eyes. They’re close to each other. Just like in Apocrypha when she got up and in his face. The pose so similar, yet so different. Like looking in a mirror and seeing the complete opposite.

“Hi los ful brit. (You are so beautiful)”

“Shut up, s’wit.” She says, not understanding a word from his dovahzul, but her face doesn’t indicate any trace of anger.

“I know what that means.”

“You know everything, don’t you.”

He thinks for a moment. “Not everything, no. I’ve read books, yes, but I don’t know much about you.”

“Okay, alright. Here’s a fun fact about me: I really want to go take that shot.”

“Fiiiiiiine.” He lets himself get dragged to the main area of the party.

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*For the most challenging, I chose chapter 11, because it legit took me two months to write this thing! The battle with Vahlok was someting that I kept putting off because it’s very action and angst filled and that can be tricky for me to write. Also, the Dovahzul language is killing me hahaha!

“Tiid fah hi wa kos nahlot ahrk dir (loosely: time for you to shut up and die)” Vahlok screeched, and shoved Ravonna into a wall as hard as he could with his telekinetic powers. This awakened something in Fenrik. Something he hasn’t felt since he killed his first dragon.

“Fin gein ahraan dii fahdonne (no one hurts my friends)!” Fenrik shouts, breaking free from his grip.

“Fahdonne?(Friends?)” Vahlok tilts his head in bewilderment. “Un fron lost nid fahdonne, sonaak! (Our kind has no friends, dragon priest!)” He says in a mocking tone.

“Tol los ni wo zu'u los! Ni alun aan ziist tiid! (Loosely: That is not who I am! Not anymore and not ever again!)” and with that, he strikes him with a sparks spell and all hell breaks loose.

I’m going to tag @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @thelavenderelf @sheirukitriesfandom with no pressure, of course! And tagging anyone else who would like to share! Consider yourself tagged!

#tag game #wygtya #skyrim fanfiction #miraak x ldb #dragonborn fellowship shenanigans #oc: ravonna

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Quiet

CW: mcyt g/t, fearplay, horror elements

// Hi! This is a new blog of mine (haven’t been on tumblr in years 💀). I’ve been stalking the mcyt g/t tag for awhile and noticed the tag was kinda dying so I’m making an appearance to fan the flames lol. I hope y’all like this story! Feel free to send asks and whatever lol //

The torch in his hand flickered, the flames dancing on the end of the stick as George gingerly made his way through the cavern he’d found himself lost in. He wasn’t planning on even going into any caves today, the original plan being to find some food to stock up on. But while he was wandering in search of animals, the sight of exposed iron tempted him. One thing led to another, and now the brit was lost. A single torch, some wooden tools, and a single piece of chicken to his name.

The sound of guttural groaning startled him, causing him to whip around and pull out his sword, putting away his torch as a result. When he realized that he covered himself in thick darkness, he scrambled to get out his torch once more. His hands shook fearfully as he looked around for his light source, and his attention was taken away from the horrible, inhuman sounds getting closer, and closer. By the time George found his torch, a green, decaying face appeared with the newfound light and charged at him. It’s dead hands grabbed at him, damaging him instantly. George screamed and tried to back up, but failed to realize that there was no passage to safety behind him, but a long drop down into the heart of the cave, right into a burning pool of lava. Before he could realize this, he lost his balance. George was falling, falling, falling… And as his body finally hit the scorching, agonizing heat of the earth’s hottest liquid, he let out one last scream of plea;

“NOOOO!”

George threw his headset across the room as the “You Died” screen appeared on his computer. He grinded his teeth in annoyance as he tossed his head back and facepalmed. That was his fifth attempt at playing Minecraft Hardcore mode today. The british gamer was determined to keep a world running until he could beat the game, but at this rate it seemed that personal challenge would take him weeks.

As he leaned forward to grab his bottle of water, he could hear footsteps sounding from down the hall. A moment later there was a knock on his door. “George? Dude? Are you good in there?”

George rolled his eyes as he stood from his chair, stretching his arms as he walked to the door to let the familiar voice inside. “Yes, Sapnap. I’m fine. Just annoyed at this stupid game.” He huffed as he met his roommate’s gaze. The American who lived with him scrunched up his face as he pushed past George to enter his room. “Uuh.. ok. Yeah, come on in I guess.” He said sarcastically, stifling an annoyed groan.

Sapnap ignored George as he walked up to the Brit’s desk, his hands on his hips as he looked around at the cluttered, trash filled space. George leaned on his wall by the door, waiting on Sapnap to turn around so he could get the hint that he didn’t want him in his room right now. But the man just shook his head as he dared to pick up a crushed can of Sprite. “How long have you been in here?” Sapnap asked, revulsion dripping from his words. George just scoffed. “Why?” He asked. Sapnap turned around to finally face him.

“Dude, me and Karl moved in with you because we thought it’d be cool to, like, hangout all the time. But as soon as that first week was up it’s like we only see you max twice a week.” George crossed his arms over his chest as he looked away from Sapnap. “What is this? Some intervention?” Sapnap shrugged as he tossed the can into the trash. “Maybe… It’s just.. There’s nothing wrong with liking games, I like them too but… you really need to take a break from your computer.”

George looked at him again. Sapnap also crossed his arms over his chest as the two stood at a standstill. Sapnap was waiting on George to say something, while George was waiting on Sapnap to leave him alone. But alas, Sapnap was a stronger man than him.

George sighed, dropping his arms to his sides. “Ok, fine. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m a little chronically online… whatever. But what else is there to do? It’s autumn, and cold, and the fun things are closed.” Sapnap raised an eyebrow and smiled. George didn’t like when he smiled like that. “What if,” Sapnap crowed, “I told you there was?”

…

“A cabin. In the middle of nowhere. In Ohio. THIS IS YOUR IDEA OF SOMETHING FUN TO DO?!?!”

George threw his hands up over his head as Sapnap loaded the last bag into the car. The American laughed as the taller American, Karl, put a comforting hand on George’s back. “Awww come on, George! It’ll be just like camping! But with electricity, and we won’t have to sleep in a tent! And there’s plumbing!” He exclaimed, his face lit up with excitement that even George couldn’t stay mad at. But he could be annoyed with it. The brit crossed his arms as he glared at Sapnap, who was playing with the car keys. The brunette laughed as he shrugged. “Come on, George. It’s only for a week.” He chuckled.

George looked back at their Floridan home with sadness, but Karl’s stupid smile and tight half-hug ultimately had George groaning and walking towards Sapnap’s car. “Fine. But I’m riding shotgun.” He declared. “Nope! Already called it!” Karl giggled as he ran ahead of George and tussled with him for the front seat.

Whatever. Maybe Sapnap and Karl were right. Maybe this little no-internet getaway will be fun.

…

Even after about 14 and a half hours, George couldn’t say he was having the time of his life. Save for a few fun singing moments, pit stops, and funny stories between the men, the road trip was very long, and very tiring. Maybe it was a good thing that George sat in the back for most of the trip, because Karl got so carsick that they had to pull over on a busy highway so he could throw up. Twice.

George was napping in the backseat when he felt the car come to a stop. This wouldn’t normally make him stir, but the sound of a car door opening definitely peaked his interest enough for him to open an eye. “Wake up, George. We’re at the check-in.” Karl reached back and shook George’s shoulder gently. The Brit yawned and sat up, shrugging Karl’s hand off of him. ”Do we have to go in?” He groaned, rubbing his eyes. “Well you don’t have to, but I have to pee.” He snickered. George, not wanting to sit alone in the car, followed Karl into the old, antique-looking check-in cabin. As George looked around the outside, he realized just how isolated this place was. The trees were huge, nearly comically so. The branches and leaves were wild and thick, blocking a lot of the setting sun’s light from getting through. He was half asleep while Sapnap and Karl were talking earlier, but he’s pretty sure he heard Sapnap mention the nearest general store was a half hour drive away from their cabin.

The bell above the door let out a ring as Karl and George entered the room. It was smaller than what he expected. The lighting was dim. It didn’t help that all the windows were shut with the curtains pulled tight. There was a rack with magazines and pamphlets on one side of the room, with some seating on the other. The check-in desk was right in the middle. An elderly lady sat behind it, talking with Sapnap. She couldn’t have been younger than 70. “Hi, ma’am,” Karl began, “I was just looking for-“

“For the bathroom?” She sent him a knowing smile. “You wan’ go down that hall, second door on th’ left. I ain’t cleaned it since last week, so I hope you ain’t no germaphobe.” Karl smiled at her, nodding a thanks before heading down the hall. She turned back to Sapnap and handed him a key. “As I was sayin’, This opens th’ front door, back door, and top floor porch. Y’all got the best cabin I can offer ya. I only hope it suits y’all tropical boys nicely.” Sapnap laughed as he jingled the keys in his hand. “Thank you! I’m sure it will.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a wad of money. Rich bastard. “This should be what I owe you.” The lady reached forward and counted the cash with boney fingers. She hummed after a moment and looked up at Sapnap. “You’re off by twenty.” She said. Sapnap frowned and counted the cash on the counter. Cursing under his breath, he excused himself to look for more in the car. The bell above the door ringed as he jogged to the car.

George, not wanting to initiate conversation, turned to the pamphlets and pretended to browse. A still silence filled the room for a few long moments. “Have you ever been campin’?” The lady’s voice suddenly sounded, mildly startling George. He didn’t turn to her as he replied, “No, I haven’t.” He could hear her shift in her chair. “I could tell.” The southern drawl in her voice was both comforting and odd. George stayed quiet.

Suddenly it was as if a large gust of wind came out of no where, and caused the trees from outside to shift. The sound of branches scraping against each other and leaves rustling was a loud juxtaposition to the calm quietness a mere moment before. It wouldn’t have been strange, if it weren’t for the fact that George couldn’t hear any wind. Just rustling. George turned his head to a closed window and narrowed his eyes. He waited for it to stop but it didn’t. It sounded like it was getting closer, if anything. A weird, sudden wave of overwhelming curiosity came over the brit as he walked closer to the window. The rustling got louder. George reached out to move the curtain, when a cold hand suddenly seized his wrist, and with shocking strength, held him back.

“Don’t.” The lady whispered. When George dared to look at her face he was met with eyes full of terror. The rustling from outside stopped. Her hand shook as she held onto George, her grip never loosening, as if she was holding him for comfort. After a stunned second George pulled his arm away and stood back. “What the heck is wrong with you?” He let out, surprised at his own confrontational tone. The lady just shushed him as she inched closer to the window. “It heard you arrive.”

George felt his heart sink in an impending doom type of feeling. “What are you talking about?” What could be big enough to make those noises? Bears? He didn’t think there were bears in Ohio. And even if there were, would it be such a scary event of one appearing, that the lady who lived here would react in such a way?

Her eyes remained glued to George as the two stood in uncomfortable silence. After a minute, she let out a breath. She must’ve been holding it. When George sighed, he realized he’d been as well.

“It wants me to open th’ curtains.” She stuttered, walking back behind the counter. “It wants to see you.” George’s mouth was open in a silent shock. “Listen to me, boy. No matter how loud the trees talk, no matter how much you feel watched, no matter what you see, you can never, ever go out there alone. Never. Those who go into the woods alone don’t never ever come back home the same. Do you understand me, boy?”

“I-“ George’s voice faltered. “I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, BOY?!” She shouted.

Suddenly, a door opened from down the hall, and Karl walked out. His face was pale, and if George knew Karl, then Karl had definitely been in there puking the whole time. Thanks a lot Karl. The taller man looked at the lady with confusion as he put himself between her and George. A bell ringing caused George to whip his head around to look at the opening door. Deep down he wanted to shout “Close the door!” But, not wanting to seem crazy, he bit his tongue. Sapnap paused at the door, a wad of five dollar bills in his hand as he looked at the scene before him.

“Uhh..I found twenty dollars..”

“Ok… you’re gonna have to start over. What about trees talking, now?”

George frowned at the back of Sapnap’s head as he growled in frustration. “How many times do I have to explain, guys?! The trees started rustling, so I went to open the window and she went crazy! She said there’s was something out there and it wanted to watch us.” His voice was strained as he tried to explain the best he could, but honestly he was still shaken up from the experience. Despite that, here they were, back in the car and driving towards the cabin.

Sapnap shot Karl a look of worry, but the other just looked back at George with sympathy. “Dude she was… old. She’s just some crazy old lady living alone in the woods. There probably wasn’t even any rustling! I didn’t hear-“ George cut him off. “No, no. You can say she’s crazy all you want but I heard the rustling, and I’m not crazy.” He looked at Sapnap once more. “You were literally outside, Sapnap. Tell me you heard it!” Karl looked at Sapnap now, and the driver seemed to zone out in thought for a moment, before shaking his head and replying, “I heard the wind making the leaves shake, George.” To that George fell back in the seat and stared at the top of the car. “George.. dont let some crazy old woman get you superstitious. We’re here to have fun, remember?” Karl looked back at George, waiting for a reply. “Ok. Yeah.” George muttered, clearing his throat. “You guys are probably right.” He sat up again and Karl smiled at him. The boy turned back around and began playing with the radio as he and Sapnap argued over what station to play.

George looked out the window and tuned them out with his own thoughts. He was being too paranoid. That lady lived alone for probably years, in the middle of what could’ve been the creepiest woods in the country. Of course she was out of her mind. Who wouldn’t be? He shouldn’t dwell on it.

But as the car began to lose its connection to the radio, and the silence of the woods began to pour into the car, and what little light there was left of the sunset faded.. George couldn’t help but think about what she said. The woman never said the thing…whatever it was…wasn’t trying to see them…

But that it was trying to see him.

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“Holy moly! Would you look at the size of that!” Karl beamed as he shoved his head out of the window. George leaned up to look at the cabin through the front window as Sapnap rolled up into the driveway. “I told you guys I got us the best of the best.” Sapnap said, pride swelling in his tone. “Don’t get too cocky, we haven’t even seen the inside.” George said. But he had to admit that it was nice. It was a two-story wooden cabin with beautifully elegant architecture. The bright lights already on from inside the building was a comforting sight, especially since it got dark fast. Sapnap just scoffed playfully as he put the car in park and got out.

They grabbed what bags they could carry and headed inside. Sapnap unlocked the door and led them inside. George gasped and Karl all but screamed. Inside was the largest living room ever with the nicest, renovated kitchen George had seen in awhile, all underneath a beautiful glass skylight, that allowed them to see not only the second floor, but the sky as well. He didn’t expect something this nice to be in a place like this, owned by a woman like that. He could see doors that led to different rooms as well as a staircase that led upstairs to what apparently was the game room. Sapnap’s been talking about playing pool since they started this vacation.

“Alright. How about we get the rest of our bags in and head to bed? It’s late.” Karl suggested, wiping a bead of sweat off of his forehead, mumbling briefly about the heat as he dropped his bags where he stood. The other two agreed and dropped their bags as well, heading back to the car to get the rest of their things.

As they walked back to the car, George took a moment to look out into the dark surroundings. He’d never lived anywhere remote before. His whole life, even back in England, he’d lived in the city. The lights never went dark there, and he liked that. It beat going outside at night to take out the trash and not being able to see anything around you.

As he stared into the seemingly endless blackness, he couldn’t stop his mind from thinking back to the old lady. He wanted to believe she was crazy and move on, he really did, but she just seemed so… scared. All of her windows were shut and covered. Not just one, but all of them. As creepy as the woods were, they were also pleasant to look at in the day. Why would she, someone who chose to live in them, cover all the ways of seeing them unless she was truly terrified of something out there. Something watching her. George’s eyes were looking around. He felt like he didn’t have control over his wandering gaze as he scanned the edge of the trees.

He was about to turn his head away when he saw a heap of shadows rapidly retreat into the trees.

George froze. His heart stopped in his chest and his breath hitched. He fixed on the spot where the darkness was and the trees began, his eyes stuck open, fearful that if they were to close that he’d miss something. He stared at the spot with alarming stillness. What was that? Whatever it was, it was big enough to even overshadow the large trees. George gulped as he could faintly hear something. Shifting. Rustling. Like the wind was lightly blowing the branches once more, but George felt no gusts of air hit his sweaty skin. And yet…

“George! Dude! Come on, there’s only a few more bags in there.” The sound of Sapnap’s voice forced George out of his trance, and he dared to turn his head away from the trees to look at him. Sapnap gave George a questioning gaze. George glanced back at the trees momentarily. Nothing. Not even a sound. He turned back and cleared his throat. “Never been in the woods before.” He said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “It’s weird out here.” He said, forcing a smile. Sapnap and Karl already thought he was freaking out, he didn’t need to make them think it was worse. “Well you can daydream all you want after you get the last bags.” Sapnap walked back inside the cabin, following Karl. George heaved a sigh as he buried his face in his palms. He had to get himself together. He was getting too paranoid. She was just a crazy old lady.

There was nothing out there.

…

“Dude! Ow, don’t splash me! That water is hot, what the heck is wrong with you?!” Karl complained as he ducked for cover behind a chair as George and Sapnap laughed, trying to splash the boy with the water from the hot tub. They did invite Karl to get in, but the boy refused, opting to just sit outside and talk with them instead. He claimed it was already warm outside, but the other two called him crazy since it was literally 50°F.

It’s been three days since they arrived at the cabin. And honestly, it has been some of the best fun George has had in awhile. Despite George’s hesitance, they went out and explored the woods the first day. It was so beautiful, that not even George’s paranoia kept him from enjoying himself. And not to mention that they didn’t hear or see anything, and no rustling happened without the wind’s help. The forest was quiet, and tranquil, not even the sounds of birds or other rodents could be heard. The second day they all played pool, which George lost pitifully at. He felt annoyed, but it was all in good fun. They even made chicken (that they brought from home). It was honestly delicious, and at that point George wasn’t even thinking about the occurrence at the check-in cabin. And now here they were, the night of the third day, having the time of their lives on the second floor porch. No rustling, or scary wilderness noises to be heard. Just the comforting laughter of his best friends. George honestly felt embarrassed that he was so worked up the other day. A monster in the woods! How stupid.

“Well, what’d I tell you, George? I told you that we’d have fun!” Sapnap gloated, sitting back in the hot tub, relaxing. George rolled his eyes endearingly. “Fine, okay, you were right. I really needed to get out of my room. Thanks, Sap.” Sapnap over-exaggeratingly placed a hand on his heart and open his mouth in shock. He could hear Karl laughing softly as well. “George? Giving me a compliment? Maybe this place is haunted by the scary woods monster!” George replied by splashing him right in the face. Sapnap laughed as he spit out the water that’d gotten into his mouth.

“How are you guys still in there? It’s so hot out..” George and Sapnap looked over to Karl. He was sitting on one of the stools and was facing the two men in the hot tub. He was wearing a muscle shirt and basketball shorts. And even though the wind wasn’t blowing tonight, it was still freezing. George was about to reply with a snarky response, when Sapnap spoke over him. “Karl? Are you ok?” George glanced at Sapnap before looking back at Karl. Now that he actually took a moment to study his face.. he could tell something was wrong.

Karl’s face was red. And not just a normal red, but red red. Scarlet red. His eyes were drooping, not like he was tired but like he was forcing himself to stay conscious. He was slouching. He looked like he was on the brink of death. “I’m fine, just a little hot.” He said meagerly. At this, Sapnap hopped out of the tub and went to his side, an arm wrapped around him as he felt the boy’s forehead. “Jesus Karl! You’re scorching hot!” He exclaimed. Sapnap moved Karl from the chair, the boy only letting a weak groan of protest but not being able to resist much more by the looks of it. George was out of the tub by then, a towel around his green trunks as he hovered nearby. “George, go get my car keys. I’m taking him to the hospital.” Sapnap ordered. He didn’t have to tell George twice, the Brit was flying down the stairs and to the bar where the car keys were, running outside and starting the car.

Sapnap and Karl walked outside not a minute later, Karl using Sapnap as a support as he walked with shaky knees. As he watched them walk towards the car, he realized that the boy had probably been sick since the start of their trip, and just blamed it on car sickness. George felt a twinge of guilt for not noticing his friend’s true condition.

Sapnap and George helped Karl into the backseat and Sapnap went to get in the driver’s side. As George opened the passenger door, Sapnap stopped him. “No, George. You stay here. We’ll be back before morning.” The Brit froze at his friend’s words. He stared at him dumbfoundedly before shaking his head. “What? No! I’m not staying here alone!” Sapnap’s expression was now that of agitation. “For Christ’s sake, George. I think Karl being a million degrees and nauseous is a little more important than you’re stupid paranoia.” George flinched, and Sapnap’s face softened slightly. “We can’t leave our shit alone out here. Our credit cards are in there and our phones are in there, not to mention our clothes. The hospital is, like, an hour away. We’ll be back by the morning.” His tone was full of reassurance, but was still on edge. George opened his mouth to fire back, but the sound of Karl puking in the back seat shut him up. He shut the passenger door and stood back from the car, his arms crossing over his exposed chest as Sapnap started the car and drove off, leaving George alone.

…

The most logical thing to do is sleep until morning. He’ll wake up to the sound of Sapnap’s car pulling into the driveway, and be greeted by him and a better-looking Karl and he’ll laugh at how scared he was to be alone in the cabin.

And yet, here he lay, three hours later, wide awake.

He took a shower, put on his favorite grey sweatpants and his best blue sweatshirt, and immediately scurried to get into bed. He thought as long as the hall light was on, the doors were locked, and his window curtains were drawn, he’d be able to fall gracefully into sleep. Boy, was he wrong.

George turned over on his side, the blanket hugged tightly in his arms, eyes wide open. All three men had their own room, and they slept alone every night, so it wasn’t like sleeping alone was the thing scaring George. He was scared because if he heard something or, God forbid, saw something, there’d be nobody around for him to run to. The closest person to him was the old lady, and the check-in cabin was at least a 45 minute walk, and anything further than that being more than a two hour walk. He inhaled a shaky breath as his heart pounded in his chest. He was hyper focused on listening to anything that sounded from the outdoors. Thankfully, he could hear nothing.

Eventually George decided to sit up in the bed. He leaned over to the night stand and opened the drawer, looking for a book or magazine to keep him occupied. A disappointed look appeared on his face when all he was met with was a dust ball.

The Brit was going to try and go to sleep again, but thirst nagged at his dry mouth. He usually got water before bed, but tonight he was just too distracted.

As he stood up and walked to his bedroom door, he felt his body hesitate to go any further. The curtains in his room were shut, but the rest of the house had their windows wide open and ready to be looked into by any terrifying monster. He again thought of the old lady. All of her windows were blocked off, and she grew frantic at the idea of opening them, even an inch. George’s breath was shaky as he peered out of his door. It led straight to the kitchen so at least he didn’t have to make a scary walk down a dark hallway. He glanced at all the windows in the big room, and was relieved to see no inhuman monstrosities looking back.

Gingerly, George walked out into the kitchen and began looking for the cabinet with the cups. He checked all the windows again before he found a mug and walked over to the sink. He turned on the water and watched his mug fill up.

It was quiet.

The woods should be full of crickets, toads, and other activity but… it was quiet. Like mother nature was holding her breath. The only sound was the faucet running. George felt weird. Like, he was doing something wrong. Or was somewhere wrong. It was uncanny. And now that he thought of it, it felt this way in the woods the other day. Maybe he was subconsciously distracting himself with banter among his friends, but deep down…he knew something was wrong. The woods were quiet. Not in a peaceful way, but in a wrong way. Yesterday they stayed inside, but what George thought was the feeling of agitation from losing pool over and over, was starting to feel like how he felt now. Yeah, he was annoyed. But he was also ever so slightly keep his eye on the large, open windows surrounding them on every side. It was hard to describe what he was feeling. He could beat out it as something primal in him trying to take over his mind and make him run and hide in a little hole.

He realized his cup was overflowed and turned off the sink, drinking the water down as he leaned against the counter.

George’s brows furrowed. It didn’t make sense. He shouldn’t be so worked up, he shouldn’t have cold chills running down his arms and spine. He shouldn’t be working up a cold sweat, his heart shouldn’t be beating this fast, he had no reason to be scared. She was a crazy old woman. George wasn’t superstitious, he didn’t even believe in ghosts. Why, why was he so worked up? It’s like everywhere he went, something was watching him. But how? He checked every single window. The ones by the front door, the ones beside him, the grand ones to behind him. He checked every single window! There was no way, he was being watched.

George took a drink, and froze, the mug sitting by his lips. His heart stopped, his chills went still on his body, and his mind went numb.

He checked every single window, except one.

George’s body shook with anxiety. That primal feeling of raw fear filled his veins as he tilted his chin up.

The ceiling skylight.

He looked up to the glass ceiling and felt his entire existence shatter. He couldn’t conjure a though, no less a scream.

Looking back at him were two glowing green eyes, empty of light, empty of human emotion, focused on nothing but him, completely centered on every micro movement George was making. He shuddered as the thing seemed to perk up at George finally seeing it, as if it were saying, “Finally, what took you so long?”

Either it was too dark to see the rest of its features, or he didn’t look long enough, but the two green eyes was all he needed to see to get the hell out of that room.

Finally, after days, George let himself scream. He screamed with all his being, screamed so loud that he felt his vocal chords shake. He sprinted as fast as he could back to his room and slammed the door behind him. He heard the monster make a sound, it sounds like a bear growling, as he could literally feel the house shift under its weight, like it was trying to find George from the skylight.

The Brit was hyperventilating, he went for his phone but it had no service. He cursed loudly as he threw it on the bed.

Suddenly he could hear what he feared most, glass shattering. He heard it shatter and fall on the ground, and now he could hear the monster more clearly. It was animalistic sounds like he’d never heard of. Weird growling that he could only affiliate to a large bear or lion, but much deeper, much more evil.

George backed himself against the farthest wall as his body shook, literally shook, with panic. Rummaging could be heard from the other room, and George felt like being sick when he realized that it could only be the monster reaching it’s hand inside to feel around for him.

George looked around his room, trying to come up with a plan. He couldn’t hide in here, it could tear down the wall and grab him and he’d be dead.

His eyes flicked over to the largest window he had. He could run. He walked over to it and opened the curtains, peering out at the eerie darkness with a pit in his chest. It would expect him to stay in the house. If he ran, it wouldn’t expect it.

George opened the window but paused before he jumped out. He looked back at the bed and grabbed his phone, turning on the flashlight. He stared out the window once more, beginning to rethink his spontaneous idea before he heard a loud thump hit against his door, and the monster make a horrible sound of knowing.

He didn’t give it a chance to tear down his wall before jumping out of the window and sprinting full force into the thick dark. Alone.

…

It was 4 am. The slightest hints of light were beginning to show, and George hadn’t slept a wink. Ever since he jumped out of the window, he’d been on the move. He stayed in the general vicinity of the woods edge, because the last thing he wanted was to get lost in the monster’s territory. He was exhausted,. Physically, mentally, emotionally, instinctively. He wanted to pass out, to let sleep take over, to rest. But he couldn’t.

A few hours ago he dared to look back at the cabin to find that the monster wasn’t leaning over it anymore. And ever since then, George had been making sure to never keep looking in one direction for too long.

Part of him wanted it to turn out that he was crazy, that he hallucinated the whole thing. Because ever since he jumped out of the window, he hadn’t seen it at all. Surely it would’ve been chasing him by now? If it wasn’t, then was it real at all?

But then the silence filled his ears, and that was enough to reassure him that he wasn’t alone.

It was looking for him.

George decided to stay put at the forest edge behind the cabin, where he could see the driveway incase Sapnap decided to make an appearance. He was tired, and was hyper focusing on the sounds around him.

If he just would’ve came out of his room, if he just spent more time with his friends, none of this would’ve happened. Sapnap wouldn’t have done this to try and make George socialize. Was this his punishment for being a bad friend? Was this the price to pay for being an ungrateful prick? George couldn’t help but curl up into himself. Sapnap and Karl won’t be back for hours. They won’t be back until it’s too late, and they’ll come inside and see what happened and think he went crazy. Sapnap will blame himself and Karl will too. Why did it have to turn out this way? Why him? Why?

A car could be heard in the distance.

George lifted his head from his knees and looked bewildered at the driveway. A familiar black car pulled into the long driveway, a comforting yellow light coming off of the headlights. They were home. They were home! He did it! He beat the fucking monster!

George stood, his body shaking as he balanced his exhausted body on the trees beside him. He opened his mouth to yell, but he was cut off.

The trees behind him rustled.

And the air was still.

George had his phone in his hands, and as he turned around he shined the flashlight up, and up, and up….

And two lifeless, inhuman, green eyes met the shine of his light.

George stumbled back, falling over. But what he didn’t know was that the space behind him wasn’t a safe field of open yard, but the hand of the monster, sitting in wait for George to fall right into it.

George gasped and violently writhed as fingers quickly wrapped around his form, he whined in fear as he tried with what little energy he had left to squeeze out of the cold hands that had him trapped.

And as the monster stood up, George let out one last scream of plea;

“NOOOOO!”

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part two? maybe 👀

#mcyt g/t #g/t #g/t au #giant/tiny #g/t author #g/t community #g/t writing #tiny!george #giant!dream #fear play #horror elements #quiet mcyt g/t

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Close Enough for Now

Fandom: Ted Lasso Pairing: Flo “Sassy” Collins & Ted Lasso Word Count: 1955 Rating: Teen Summary: Sassy told Ted she didn't want to date Ted, and that should have been the end of it. Except she couldn't stop thinking about that conversation. So she screamed into a pillow. And then she called Rebecca. Tags: Missing scene, s03ep04, canon-compliant, Aromantic Sassy Collins

Read it on AO3.

Some aromantic!Sassy for @aggressivelyarospec‘s AAW. I love an allosexual aromantic who wants to be friends with benefits. No, I’m not projecting.

“Hey, I was thinking... We have a good time together, yeah?”

“They're called simultaneous orgasms, Ted, yes.” Sassy knew she was being obtuse, of course she did. She just wasn't sure she wanted to encourage Ted down this line of conversation. Not that the man usually needed much encouraging for any kind of conversation he set his mind to.

“What I'm getting at is, uuh... Well I was just thinking, maybe... We could go on an actual date sometime, you know? You and me, together.”

“God, no.”

She could have tried to filter her knee-jerk reaction. She knew people did that. Filter themselves in order to appear nicer. She didn't think there was anything nice about leading people on with half-truths, but maybe that was just her.

“Well, I appreciate you taking the time to consider it,” Ted replied, obviously hurt by her quick response.

“Ted! We can't date.”

“Why not?!”

Once again, she probably should have thought about it for longer, as an act of kindness to Ted if anything. Was it so bad that she didn't want to lie to him? Instead of treating Ted – a grown-ass man – like a fragile crystal bird, she stated the truth clearly. “You're a mess.”

“I'm a mess?”

“Of course you are.” It wasn't such a bad thing to be. Not in the case of this man, sweet and funny, handsome and absolutely lovely to have in her bed. “I'm a mess too,” she admitted, “but I'm a mess three years further on than you, so I'm more of a... slight disarray.”

She meant that, too, in the sense that it had taken her about a year to even admit how much her divorce had affected her life. With more self-awareness had come the realisation that she couldn't imagine a long-term relationship right now that didn't end with someone being hurt. She wasn't ready to let someone in like that. To be so vulnerable. She wasn't willing to make the compromises that such a relationship required, not when she felt like she still had so much to discover about who she could be when she refused to compromise.

“More like a slight disar-ray of sunshine, if you ask me,” Ted replied, infuriatingly.

“Oh god,” Sassy sighed.

Ted immediately apologized. Earnestly. Like he really couldn't keep in all of those dreadful puns or the sweetness that seem to just drip out of him, like he was an ice-cream cone someone had shoved inside an oven. And somehow he still thought it was his fault.

“Ted. On the day my ex got re-married, I drank a bottle of red wine through a straw and told my uber driver I was in love with him. Then,” she continued as she picked up her jacket. “when he dropped me home, I puked so much my mouth was like...” She took a second to find an appropriate simile. She wasn't actively trying to disgust Ted into forgetting about her as a romantic option. She just needed him to realize how gruesome the path has been to lead to her functioning as she did today. “... an elevator from the goddamn Shining. It got my rating down to a 3.9.”

She almost let herself be distracted by Ted's fucking five stars rating, right until he admitted driving the car himself sometimes when getting an Uber.

“You are such a mess,” she couldn't help but re-affirm. She felt truly sorry for this man, for the obvious pain in his eyes at her words. But she could also much too easily imagine the suffering that would come later if she went against her nature and played nice right now.

The thing was, it wasn't that difficult to imagine a relationship with Ted. It wasn't a hardship to imagine herself staying in the morning, letting Ted order them breakfast, learning how he took his coffee. Getting late check-out again so they had time to shower after round too, brushing their teeth while sharing space in the bathroom. Making that a regular thing.

It would be easy to let herself be loved by Ted.

And then she would feel trapped, and she would try to run away, and Ted would redouble his efforts to please her and she would grow to hate him. Or maybe Ted would be the one to run, when he realised that Sassy wasn't what he wanted, or when he came to understand all that he could have by being his own person. And then the poor man would hate himself for failing her, and she would hate herself for knowing all along that this was how it would end.

Sassy wasn't always nice, but she would never be so unkind.

“I like our status. Friends with benefits, like... Natalie Portman and Ashton Kutcher.”

“Oh, no no no, I think you're thinking of 2011's other 'good friends turned casual lovers'-based rom-com. No Strings Attached. Friends with Benefits was Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake.”

“Oh wow. 2011. Friends be fucking.” She made a face as she said that. This was Ted's territory. One where he usually felt confident and free, brilliant in his enthusiasm. But the way he was spouting rom-com facts was cold, detached, and Sassy knew it was a lost cause even as she tried. “So let's keep things 2011. Cool and breezy.”

She left him with a kiss and some encouragement and probably much to think about.

She wished he wouldn't do so much thinking sometimes. For his sake.

That should have been the end of it. Another night of good fun between the two of them, and Sassy could go back to her everyday life with the satisfaction of two nice orgasms.

Except, in totally hypocritical fashion, she couldn't stop thinking about it.

The quiet disappointment in Ted's eyes. The way she had felt so desperate to keep things as they were, to make him understand it truly was the best arrangement possible. The whole conversation kept haunting her until she felt like screaming into a pillow about it.

As soon as she got home, she did just that. It was a very healthy coping mechanism. Worked great for a lot of the kids she worked with.

And then she called Rebecca.

“It is weird that I don't want to date Ted?”

“Good afternoon to you too,” Rebecca answered drily.

Sassy knew her well enough, so she wasn't scared that Rebecca was mad at her for calling her about feelings advice (she refused to call it “relationship advice”. If it had to be something, it was “non-relationship advice”) the day after her father's funeral. She probably appreciated the distraction, as had become clear when they'd discussed Rebecca's own feelings the day before.

“I'm serious, Stinky,” she whined. “Help me out, here.”

There was a few seconds of silence on the other line, probably the time it took Rebecca to weigh her words.

“Well, Ted is a really nice man.” Sassy rolled her eyes, because duh. “And you certainly do seem to enjoy spending time with him.” She groaned dramatically at that. She could tell from her voice that Rebecca was enjoying herself. “Still, that doesn't mean you have to date him if you don't want to.”

“I don't. Want to,” Sassy specified. “I really don't. And I gave him a whole speech about why, but now I'm not exactly sure if that speech holds up.”

“Oh god. He asked you out?”

“Yeah,” Sassy replied with a put-upon sigh. “Of course he did. You've met the man. He practically radiates healthy family values. Of course he would ask me out at some point.”

“I guess I see what you mean. So, what was the reason you gave him for turning him down?”

“I told him he was a mess.” Rebecca sputtered on the other end of the line, so Sassy just kept going. “It's true! It's true, okay? It doesn't mean it's bad. I'm a mess too. I told him that, literally. But he just got divorced and he's trying to find his balance in his new life, and if we start dating he's just gonna use me as a crutch to not do that work, and then one of us will realize we're actually really unhappy in this relationship, and we'll have to start the process of rebuilding ourselves from scratch once again.”

“That does sound like a hassle.”

“Thank you!” Sassy exclaimed. She was fully aware that Rebecca had been sarcastic in the last comment, but she wasn't about to let the other woman get one over her.

“Do you not think you might be projecting some of your anxieties onto Ted?” Rebecca asked diplomatically.

Sassy snorted. “Why do you think I called you, Stinky?”

Rebecca hummed in agreement.

As she waited for her friend, Sassy paced around her apartment. It had felt empty, at first, whenever Nora wasn't here. Nowadays, Sassy enjoyed the opportunity to pace, to leave things lying around and know it wouldn't bother anyone but herself.

“Do you think he deserves it?” Rebecca finally asked, catching Sassy off-guard.

“Mmh?”

“Ted. Do you think he deserves a romantic relationship?”

Sassy floundered. “Yes. I mean, of course, if he wants one. It's not about deserving-”

“What about you? Do you deserve one?”

“I don't want a romantic relationship, Stinky. I don't want to date Ted. I don't want to date anyone.”

“Ah. So this conversation isn't about Ted at all.”

Sassy groaned as she dropped herself onto her couch “It just- it just seems so tedious. I'm already raising a child. I don't want to raise a grown man on top.”

“You've got your hands pretty full with just yourself.”

Sassy let out an offended gasp that quickly turned into a chuckle.

“It doesn't have to be like that, you know. A relationship.

“I know.”

Sassy thought of Darren, her ex-husband. It hadn't always been terrible. There had been comfort to be found in someone knowing you so well. In sharing a life with someone.

Although, now that she'd reconnected with her best friend, Sassy found that Rebecca and Nora were just as good at making her feel this way as Darren had been. And there was a sense of freedom to her life she had only recently allowed herself to explore. It hadn't been there during her marriage.

Yes, she'd been devastated when Darren had started dating again. But not because she'd wanted Darren back. She'd just felt like a failure, re-building her life but never managing to make it complete again. Never managing to find love or even try to.

“But you don't have to want it either,” Rebecca added. “You don't owe anyone anything, Flo Collins. Not anymore. So just follow your heart on this one. Or your cunt, if your heart's not in it.”

“Stinky!”

They both laughed and, yes, there was that lightness. There was the freedom.

“Ted will get over it, eventually,” Rebecca stated as their giggles died down.

“Yeah. He will. It wouldn't have worked anyway. I'm not into the business of filling the holes in other people's lives.”

“Please don't make me contemplate anymore holes being filled while we're discussing my colleague,” Rebecca responded, to Sassy's delight and cackle.

“No promises. He's a great lay even with the sad puppy eyes.”

“Okay, I'm going to hang up now.”

“Thanks, Stinky.” She didn't add a sorry about your dad or sorry about your mom. Not even a sorry about bothering you. These kinds of words were nothing that Rebecca needed.

“You know it,” the other woman said before hanging up.

Sassy stared at her ceiling for a moment, suddenly drained of all energy. She tried to picture the life she wanted, and the life she had.

…

Close enough for now.

#AggressivelyArospecWeek #AAW23 #Meeni writes fics #Ted Lasso #Sassy Collins #Fanfic

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andtheirmoonlight · 9 months

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The new ‘strategy’ is depressing, but I’d have accepted it for lack of anything better — if only the new desktop version wasn't there. The new desktop interface is unusable and anxiety-inducing, and I don’t think we’re getting the old one back. I’d be happy to be wrong about it, but.

For now, I open tumblr and I want to leave right away. It’s unusable for a multitude of reasons. It looks like twitter. So the question is ... is there anywhere left to go? To go, as in, one’s populated social media of choice. People from twitter and reddit did a go to here. Tumblr was the last. Everything else had already succumbed to capitalism and The Algorithm, but even if I looked past The Algorithm for a second; facebook sucks, and the Parents are there and they’re eldritch; I avoid instagram like the plague, among other things I prefer to eat my food asap and I don’t want to share any pictures publicly; twitter is nothing but pointless hatred, one can’t be social there without suicidal thoughts creeping up in minutes; mastodon is a wasteland etc etc. Where do I go where it’s okay, where there’s a lot of people, where I don’t need to show my real face or real name, where an app is not a must, where the things that people share are in chronological order, where there’s no pressure and no clout-chaser-induced crap..?

Popularity is conformity, and I thought that tumblr existed specifically for people who aren’t interested in conforming, yet now there’s this ‘update’ that directly states: psych, lol!

You might say, go be social on discord, but I’m fandomless. I’m fandomless, but I do want to see what my mutuals are obsessing over and be like ‘wohoo! good for you!’ on occasion. I want to have mutuals, so to speak. I want to have the means to find more mutuals. I want to be social. With people who live on the other side of the world, and I can check how they’re doing and how their various niche interests are doing. And I want to be able to poke random strangers with reblogs and ask ‘r u fren?’. I want to post my sad little jokes too. I want to be able to curate my own experiences. I also want to have something to just scroll and read and poke hearts on, yes — when I have no energy and brainpower to read books (although I read at every opportunity). But uuh, do you read books in doctors’ waiting rooms or under IVs? I doubt it. I bet you, too, read through odd tags of odd things. So where do I go?

If your answer is ‘outside lol’ — joke’s on you, I go there every day, and not even/only for vexing things, but just on walks and for game nights and date nights and falafel. We go on aimless walks every day. Atm we live in a very walkable country with a lot of nice touchable grass, and that’s not what I mean. Yes, I get that it’s healthy and all, but I am not exactly a healthy or particularly outgoing person, and outside is definitely not somewhere I can go to poke random people who are happy about being poked, or to potentially befriend someone from the other side of the world— and I want to. So where do I go?

I’m pretty sure that it’s a rhetorical question, and that the only place left for me to go is gooseberry grove (which is code for ‘my head’).

The internet has gotten so lonely.

#we're going to go where everybody knows everybody #tumblr desktop #tumblr update #immigration adjacent #tumblr problems #tumblr changes #atmposts

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arsonist-chicken · 7 months

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For not from the US ask: 2, 5, 6, 15 and 26 please! 💜

Kiki the Snake! Hi! Fair warning ahead because you probably don't know that yet, I always think hehe easy question, short and sweet answer, and then I ramble on forever in the answers and/or the tags because in writing, I'm incapable of shutting the fuck up.

2. do you prefer spending your holidays in your country or travel abroad?

I'd love to travel abroad more to go visit friends and acquaintances and have them just show me their towns and countries and point at stuff at every corner and go "and this is where we hid after pre-school when we didn't want to go home, and this house has five cats, and here used to be grass only but now they've built houses there, and this is where I thought trying [x stupid thing] would be a good idea". Austria definitely also has it's nice sides and spots; two summers ago, I joined my sister and her friend for a few days when they travelled around Austria and that was really nice, and visiting friends who moved to Vienna is great too 🥰 but otherwise, I'm going to try to find a job and save up money to use to travel around a bit next summer, visit friends across Europe and whatnot, get out of my eventually-it-gets-boring area and the rather small town I study in. If you want to look at castles and go hiking though, by all means, come to Austria, you'll love it here.

5. favourite song in your native language?

well another fair warning, I'm an indecisive bitch tm so.

Currently I love Kommst du mit? ("Are you coming along?") by Liedfett a lot, especially the line "Hauptsache du hast Spaß und schenkst anderen Menschen Licht" ("what's most important is that you're having fun and making other people's lives brighter"). I saw them live recently and knew that song and one other one, and it was still really fun, they're very entertaining, they talk a lot of weird stuff and just go with it, and they're very explicitly anti-right-wing parties and people and bands and routinely make fun of such bands and their fans and make it clear that they're not welcome at their concerts.

And as I said, indecisive, so Anständige Frau ("Proper Woman/Lady") by Mandelkokainschnaps also has to go here. It's basically them quoting shitty stuff people and especially men say about how women should dress and behave and make fun of it and tell them to fuck off. It also features a rapper with whom the singer (amazing voice btw, I'm love) has a duett in which he first sings "your body, my rules" at her and then it morphes into her singing "my body, my rules" and I was absolutely in love with how they did that from the first time I heard that. Other songs by MKS that I love: almost all of them, they don't have many yet. Bunt ("colourful", a Pride song); Janüscht (uuh.. basically the only thing you have to do in life is live your life the way you want to); Taub ("Deaf", telling right-wingers and racists to fuck off).

Honorable mentions: Deutsche Bahn ("German Railway company") by Wise Guys just because it's so fucking funny to see them make fun of everything that's wrong with the DB while knowing at least one person for each of the things (cow on tracks, heating broken, many many hours late etc pp and so on and so forth).

6. most hated song in your native language?

It's almost 3a.m. and I have to travel tomorrow, let me save this as a draft and come back tomorrow, aka after I've heard the radio in my parents' kitchen and will have many many suggestions for this one.

Oh I forgot this was in my drafts, oops. I'm back now.

Anyway. There's probably lots of songs I can't stand, especially if the moderators of every radio station ever think ohohooooo time to play the same boring songs with questionable or don't-say-anything lyrics five hundred thousand times an hour!! So, one of them has to be Atemlos by Helene Fischer. Really fucking annoying and for a while, every dj at any kind of event ever thought it'd be fun to play. Also, not on the radio I think but a friend showed it to me some time ago (to complain) - Liebe Leben by Andreas Gabalier. That guy is generally questionable at best and this song is so fucking stupid because suddenly he's pretending to care about queer people which He Does Not and then says "whether it is a man and a woman, or a man and a man, or two girls" like ?????? Call adult women women or call adult men boys, too, take your pick.

15. a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get?

Uuuh I thought about this for a bit but I can't really come up with anything, sorry.

There are two words that are pretty unique to the area I'm from - "gsi" ("was" like "I was outside"; Gsiberger = people that live in my area) and "ghörig" (I.... it's like. A ghörige Portion is a large serving of food, an ghöriga Funka is a good, nice bonfire-to-kick-out-winter that was well built and burnt down well, "wenn scho, denn ghörig" = if you bother to do something, you have to do it well/properly.

26. does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal?

Uuh.. I'm not really sure. I mean there's Sound of Silence but I've never seen that, and otherwise I guess we're not really portrayed that much? I think usually they just use Germany and make them villains.

#aja laura said it Die Ärzte are also a good german band #also russkaja if you want russian-austrian-spanish #christina stürmer and eav too. haven't listened to silbermond in ages but i loved them as a young teenager #asks #goth-automaton #there's definitely a german song i hate more than atemlos but I don't remember any of them right now luckily #there's a song called ghörig actually that's pretty good #there's also a greeting from my area but i won't put it here because it sounds too close to something else and especially people from #vienna look at you like you threatened to stab their child when you say it #anyway thanks for asking! maybe someone else knows more than me about austria portrayed in hollywood oops

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timetohop · 1 year

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Hello @aerica13, it's me, your secret santa! I apologise for making you wait so long but I hope the end result is worth it! If you (or anyone else) prefers reading it on tumblr, you'll find the fic under the cut.

Thank you @dcmkkaishinevents for hosting this event, it was a lot of fun!

Title: Trouble Comes in Black and White

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Detective Conan, Magic Kaito

Relationships: Kudou Shinichi/Kuroba Kaito

Characters: Kudou Shinichi, Kuroba Kaito

Rating: General Audiences

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Fluff and Humor, Cats, Christmas

Words: 5329

Summary: There's a cat in their house. Or to be more precise, there's a kitten in their house. And then there wasn't just one. There were more.

Trouble Comes in Black and White

“Uuh, Shinichi? Since when do we have a cat?"

Shinichi paused his dinner preparations at the hesitant call of his boyfriend wafting over from the living room. A cat? Walking over to the door, he stuck his head out to look at Kaito, who was kneeling on the floor and looking under the sofa, bum in the air.

It was a bit distracting.

“What? We don’t have a cat,” he finally said, and if it took him a second longer to tear his eyes away from Kaito’s backside than normal… well, he was wriggling it around quite lot. “… Are you trying to seduce me here?”

Kaito sat up and blinked owlishly at him, slightly taken aback. “What? No! … Though that wouldn’t be a bad idea. But no. There was,” he was back to crawling under the sofa, his voice becoming a little strained, “something under here, I felt it swipe at my ankles just now!”

“Must be the monster from under our bed rehousing itself,” Shinichi deadpanned. Kaito snorted.

“You spend too much time with those Detective Brats. Come here and give me that watch of yours for a sec.”

Shinichi sighed but complied. “I swear, if this is some trick of yours…”

“It’s not, I promise. There really was something.”

Shinichi got on his knees and, after activating the flashlight in his watch, looked under the sofa too.

There was nothing.

Well, there was some dust and crumbs, and was that the pen Shinichi had been looking for two nights ago? But no cat, and no other animal for that matter either. He sat up again, silently swearing to any godly entity that might be listening that if Kaito had set something up while Shinichi was distracted or had done it just to get Shinichi on his knees…

But nothing awaited him when he got up except for a boyfriend who looked at him pleadingly with the saddest puppy eyes Shinichi had ever seen. “I’m not lying, Shinichi.”

I’m not breaking our promise.

Well now he felt bad. “Alright,” he said quietly, and Kaito’s anxious expression instantly relaxed into something akin to relief and hope. Cute. Tearing himself away from his boyfriend before he could give in to the urge to kiss him, he stood up and looked around, eyeing the living room for other hiding spaces. Maybe behind the shelf? Or under the Christmas tree Kaito (and his mother) had insisted on? “You sure it was a cat?”

Kaito stood up as well, dusting off his knees and looking around too. “I just caught a glimpse of it, but it looked small and had sharp claws. My ankle can attest to that.”

“Poor cripple. You’ll live.”

“Not the point. God, you’re awful, you’re supposed to console me and maybe be a little romantic,” Kaito complained.

“I’d say it was very pointy, actually,” Shinichi deadpanned, hiding his smirk by turning away and pretending to check beneath the TV. He could feel Kaito staring at him in disbelief and barely suppressed a snicker.

“You didn’t just– AH!”

“What?” Shinichi’s head shot up, just barely missing the TV stand. He whirled around to see what had Kaito crying out like that, but his boyfriend was already running out of the room. Shinichi just barely saw him vanish around the corner. Supressing a cursing, Shinichi jumped up to follow him, but it turned out Kaito hadn’t run far when Shinichi almost crashed into him just outside the living room.

“Kaito, what in the world–” he started but was interrupted by an emphatic Shhh from his boyfriend. He threw Kaito a mildly irritated glare, but snapped his mouth shut anyway and instead mirrored Kaito’s position. Head slightly cocked, eyes unfocused… listening to or for something?

After a minute of tense silence, Kaito exhaled, his shoulders slumping. “Looks like it got aw–”

Thump

Shinichi and Kaito exchanged a glance, then ran forward in the same motion until they reached the library. The lights were off but when Shinichi flicked the switch, he both saw and didn’t see what he expected.

For starters, there was indeed a cat, just like Kaito had said.

Except it was a tiny black-and-white kitten.

And it was eating his book.

“No!” he shouted, starting forward to save his book and catch the kitten, but that was entirely the wrong move. The kitten, startled, scampered off quicker than Shinichi could follow and climbed into the nearest bookshelf, its tiny tail vanishing behind a wall of books.

“You’re better at catching criminals, Tantei-kun,” Kaito noted, his voice somewhere between amused and resigned.

“Cats are just small criminals,” Shinichi muttered darkly, crouching over his copy of The Sign of Four lying on the ground. Where it had fallen open when it fell off the armchair, multiple pages showed signs of abuse and one was almost torn out completely. “Ran gifted me this one.”

Kaito, who’d strolled over to the bookshelf to look for the kitten, looked back and winced when he saw the state of the book and Shinichi mourning over its mutilated body. “Ouch. Talk about emotional crime scenes,” he said under his breath, then called Shinichi over. “Come on, Tantei-kun, let’s arrest your murderer and then get on with dinner, I’m starving.”

“You weren’t even helping,” Shinichi pointed out, but he lifted his book – cradled it, more like, Kaito thought amused – and carefully placed it on the heavy desk on the other side of the room before coming over and shining his light into the shelf.

“You lost the bet,” Kaito said cheerfully while taking out some of the books Shinichi pointed out to him so he could crawl deeper into the shelf.

“You cheated!” Shinichi’s voice was slightly muffled but still distinctly annoyed. Kaito just grinned, totally unrepentant.

“You fell for it,” he sing-songed and hmm, that was quite a view Shinichi was giving him there with his nice suit trousers pulled taunt over his bum like that. It took every ounce of Kaito’s self-control not to feel it up.

“Ack!” Bonk. “Kaito!”

“Sorry.” He’d never had much self-control when it came to Shinichi.

Shinichi grumbled something under his breath before he stilled. “Kaito? The kitten is on the other end of the shelf. See if you can corner it.”

“Alright.” Kaito got up and crept over to where he’d been directed, his steps as silent as a cat’s in an effort not to startle the kitten any more than necessary. Once arrived, he carefully removed the books… and was met with loud hissing. “Ooh, found you~”

“Careful,” Shinichi warned, but Kaito clucked his tongue.

“Who do you think you’re talking to? Careful is my middle name. Now, come here little one, come to papa,” he cooed at the kitten, making calming noises while he stretched his hand into the shelf.

The kitten scratched him.

“Ow!” Rearing back, he reflexively licked at the three bleeding lines on his hand. The kitten, seeing an escape route, shot past Kaito and he almost overturned himself in an attempt to stop it, but the kitten was faster. Like lightning it ran out from under him and streaked past Shinichi, who’d just crawled out of the shelf. “Catch it!” Kaito yelled, but too late. Shinichi could only blink and the kitten was already gone in a black-and-white blur of motion, out of the library and presumably into one of the other many, many rooms of the Kudou mansion.

Shinichi cursed and ran after the kitten, Kaito hot on his heels. They skidded into the hallway, desperately looking left and right for any sign of the cat. “There!” Kaito hissed and pointed right, where indeed a dark shape cowered on the carpet and tried to blend in with its surroundings. It bolted the second Shinichi took a step towards it.

He groaned but gave chase anyway.

The next ten minutes were hell incarnate.

“Shinichi, watch out!”

Crash

“Fuck, that was mom’s favourite vase, she’s going to kill me–”

“Over there!”

“Woah!”

“Oops, that was a trap I put up for the Detective Boys when they were treasure hunting. Sorry.”

“That was two weeks ago.”

“I forgot to take it down, okay?! Ah, it’s there!”

Wwffft

“Kaito, I swear to God, get me down or I will personally burn all the chocolate in this house!”

“No need to get grumpy just because your hanging upside down from the ceiling, sheesh.”

“Down.”

Whump

“… Owww…”

“You’re heavy, Shin-chan,” Kaito groaned, blinking up at where Shinichi had landed on top of him. Shinichi glared back but rolled off him, back on his feet. He shook off the rest of the rope around his ankle and then looked around. The kitten sat five feet away from him in the corner of the music room, staring at him with wide blue eyes, mouth open in a silent hiss.

“Give me your jumper,” he whispered to Kaito, who still lay sprawled on the floor in a pitiful heap. Shinichi couldn’t say he felt much pity right now, not while he still left a trail of glitter behind wherever he went and would likely continue to do so for days to come.

“What, why? And why mine?”

“Because I’d like to keep my hands and don’t want to ruin mine any further. Now give it to me.”

“So bossy. Will that extend to the bedroom tonight?”

“You’re sleeping on the couch.”

“So harsh. Here.” Kaito had shrugged off his jumper, leaving him in only a snug blue t-shirt the colour of his eyes. He handed it to Shinichi, who accepted the garment with a mumbled “thank you” and then slowly advanced towards the cowering kitten. He felt more than saw Kaito mirror his movements behind him, cutting off any possible escape routes.

The kitten hissed rather threateningly for such a small creature, but Shinichi didn’t let that deter him. Once he was close enough, he dived forward, jumper outstretched, and threw it over the kitten, bundling it up into his arms quickly and carefully before it could wriggle out again. The jumper in his arms meowed pitifully, but stopped struggling eventually.

“You did it!” Kaito whooped behind him and plopped his chin onto Shinichi’s shoulder to look over it at the cat – well, cloth – in his hands. “… What now?”

Kaito’s hair tickled Shinichi’s cheek when he shook his head. “I don’t know. Put it in a box and take it to a shelter tomorrow?”

“It looks pretty small,” Kaito commented. “You think the mother is still around?”

“Maybe.” Shinichi frowned. They’d have to put up food to lure her out, if that was the case. Also ask around the neighbourhood if this kitten belonged to someone, even if it had acted pretty feral. “I think I saw some boxes at Agasa’s earlier, let’s start with that.”

“I’ll get one,” Kaito offered and the warmth on Shinichi’s shoulder and pressed against his back vanished in a flash – not literally, thankfully, – leaving behind only the cool air of the mostly unused music room and the slightly shifting bundle in his arms. Shinichi carefully tucked on the jumper until the kitten’s head popped out, blinking at him with big blue eyes.

“Let’s get you something to eat, hm?” he said and started towards the kitchen.

The kitten hissed.

When Kaito returned a couple of minutes later, balancing a big box in one hand and some cat food (curtesy of the little scientist who kept some at hand for the local strays) in the other, he found Shinichi in the living room, bundled up kitten still in his arms, staring blankly at their Christmas tree. He didn’t even react to Kaito manoeuvring his way into the room (the box was unwieldy, in his defence), which was unusual. Shinichi could get absorbed in his thoughts easily and tended to ignore everything around him in that state, yes, but unless he was reading a really good book, years of hiding had made Shinichi too paranoid to not at least glance at anyone entering his vicinity.

So what was wrong?

Kaito found his answer when he followed Shinichi’s gaze and looked at the Christmas tree, which looked back with luminous blue eyes.

Wait, what?

Kaito blinked.

The tree blinked too.

Kaito blinked again and finally his brain deciphered that what he was seeing was not, in fact, a fir tree with eyes but instead another kitten hiding in the bushy green. This one was pitch black, making it almost invisible in the shadows near the stem.

Oh dear.

“Shinichi, that’s…”

“… Yeah.”

“How many are there?”

“More than we thought,” Shinichi said grimly and then turned his attention towards Kaito. He motioned for the box with one hand, cradling the already caught kitten in the other. “I’ll take care of this one first while you keep an eye on the one in the tree, and then we’ll do… something.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Kaito agreed, only a little sarcastic because really, Shinichi? That was the plan, ‘do something’? But since he didn’t exactly have a different idea (except rinse and repeat of the previous debacle), he just handed Shinichi both the box and the cat food (the latter balanced precariously on the former) and then made sure to keep his eyes trained on the eyes glowing in the Christmas lights on the tree while Shinichi vanished into the kitchen.

The kitten stared back.

“What are you looking at, hu?” he complained to it but, unsurprisingly, he didn’t get an answer. It just kept staring.

… This was kind of ridiculous, wasn’t it.

“Has it moved?” Shinichi asked, returning from the kitchen. When Kaito tore his eyes from the tree (why was he feeling like he was admitting defeat to the cat?) he noticed that Shinichi had left the big box behind and held Kaito’s jumper in his hands instead, which he threw towards Kaito once he was close enough. He caught it but didn’t put it back on again. There was cat hair everywhere. Wasn’t that its entire fur??

“No,” he answered, picking off a few hairs but it was futile. It was like trying to clean a shelf by picking up individual dust motes. Giving up, he threw his jumper onto the couch and instead looked at Shinichi, who was mustering the kitten with the same scowl he usually reserved for particularly baffling murders or KID when he outwitted Shinichi during heists. Kaito just barely suppressed a snicker at the sight; who’d have thought that a tiny cat could get Shinichi so riled up? It was quite adorable.

Fighting hard to not let Shinichi see his amusement, he asked, “So, any idea yet what ‘do something’ is?”

“… We could try luring it down with food? I’m not sure if they’re eating solid food yet though, that other kitten can’t have been older than five or six weeks at most.”

“We’ll be here all evening…”

“Got a better idea?”

“… No.”

And so Shinichi went back into the kitchen to get a can of tuna (“Why do we even have that?!” “Because I like f–” “Don’t say it.”) and set it up under the Christmas tree like some weird early Christmas present.

And then they waited.

And waited.

The kitten stared back, unmoving.

“… Do you think we should leave the room or something?”

“I’d really rather not take my eyes off it…”

“Maybe I could grab it out of the tree? It’s not that deep in.”

“Remember what happened last time you tried grabbing a kitten?”

“… Good point.”

That didn’t help the fact that there was currently a cat in their Christmas tree (would that make it a Catmas tree? Or maybe a Kittmas tree? Puns weren’t his area of expertise) that seemed entirely unwilling to move and was instead winning every round of their little staring contests. It was more than a little unnerving, to be honest.

It was Shinichi who broke first and crept forward, eyes still fixed on the kitten to gauge its reaction. Luckily, it only gave a slight hiss but otherwise stayed put, content on its branch, so Shinichi kept moving forward until he could grab the can of tuna.

“Shinichi? What are you doing?”

“Trying to lure it out, now shhh,” Shinichi whispered, slowly standing back up and stretching the tuna towards the kitten. It was as if Kaito was watching the scene unfold both in slow motion and fast forward at once; even before it happened, Kaito just knew it would, but there was nothing he could do but watch es the kitten skittered away further up the tree. Kaito couldn’t help himself; he burst out laughing at the sight his boyfriend made. The way he was standing there all frozen, he looked like some artist’s rendition of an extremely bewildered Greek statue, hand outstretched and tuna can in hand like an offering to the gods.

Except said catly god was now perched on the star that crowned their Christmas tree, looking down at Shinichi like a tiny overlord.

“Well, that didn’t work,” Kaito commented helpfully as soon as he could talk again. Shinichi glared at him.

“I can see that,” he snapped, irritation radiating off him until he took a deep breath and composed himself again. “At least it’s got nowhere to run now. Can you bring me a chair?”

“Sure, sure. Let’s just hope it doesn’t jump.”

“Don’t jinx it.”

After Kaito organised a chair from another room, Shinichi climbed up and slowly stretched towards the kitten, mindful to not jostle any of the branches and various Christmas ornaments he and Kaito had hung up three days ago on Kaito’s insistence.

“Shinichi, we don’t have any Christmas decorations up yet!”

“That’s because we haven’t been home in two weeks, what did you expect?”

“Let’s put up something now!”

A short, heated discussion later and Kaito had dragged Shinichi off to get a real Christmas tree because apparently, the small storebought plastic tree in the attic from who-knows-when didn’t count. Now they had a cat in their tree, one that did indeed look poised to jump if Shinichi came any closer to it. He swallowed but leaned forward anyway; all or nothing!

It jumped.

Shinichi lunged, grabbing it around the middle but overbalanced in the process. He could hear Kaito cry out his name but he was already tipping towards the tree, the green needles rushing closer–

Strong arms grabbed him around the hip and pulled him back, stopping him from falling into the tree. His face was only inches away from smashing into a sparkling fairy light and he blinked, taking a second to comprehend what had happened.

“Shinichi, are you alright?” Kaito asked, sounding slightly strained.

“Y-yeah. Thanks for the rescue.”

“Awesome. Then could you please straighten up? As much as I enjoy smushing my face against your ass, you’re heavy and unwieldy like this.”

“S-sorry…” Shinichi leaned back with Kaito’s help until he could stand on his own again, then he looked at the kitten in his hands. It glowered at him like a black ball of suppressed rage (actually, it didn’t look unlike Haibara whenever he pissed her off, Shinichi mused), but at least it wasn’t struggling terribly much. Carefully cradling it in his arms to avoid injuring it, he climbed down again.

Kaito leaned forward to examine the kitten once they were of the same height again, bobbing it on the nose with one finger. “Cute~ Think that was the last one? OW!” He flinched back and stuck his finger into his mouth, sucking on it lightly. “It bit me!”

For the extremely intelligent person that he was, Kaito could be astonishingly dumb sometimes. Shinichi didn’t even grace Kaito’s complaint with more than an exasperated glare before he went to reunite this kitten with its sibling. Kaito trailed after him, pouting silently. What Shinichi didn’t see with his back turned to his boyfriend was the silent gleam of an idea in Kaito’s eyes.

As it turned out, it was not the last one.

They didn’t find any more that night but the next morning, there was a pure white kitten with just a single black spot around its right eye licking enthusiastically at a plate with soft food they had left out overnight.

An hour later, Kaito almost stumbled over the fourth kitten on his way to the library and around noon, Shinichi found the fifth trying to climb the stairs to the first floor.

“Shinichi, I think your house has been infested.”

Shinichi looked up warily from where he was trying to read over a case file in the library – strictly against everyone’s orders because he was supposed to relax during his holidays, but this was relaxing, damnit! – to find Kaito standing in front of his desk, holding up a sixth kitten by the scruff. This one was black with a white spot over its nose.

Shinichi sighed and suppressed the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Put it with the others, I guess.” Meaning, into an unused guest room they had designated as “The Kitten Room” when the box got too cramped after the third kitten. “Any idea where they’re coming from?”

Kaito repositioned the kitten into his arms and the kitten, no longer held up by its scruff, immediately unfroze and looked around curiously with wide eyes. Shinichi noted with interest that this one’s had a green tint; maybe the litter was older than he’d thought. “Nope. I just came back from the store and I caught this little fellow trying to climb into your shoes.”

“So probably from somewhere on the ground floor, since that’s where we found all of them…” Shinichi pondered, leaning back in his desk chair.

Kaito lifted the kitten with both hands like a little Simba, looking at it with an expression Shinichi couldn’t quite read, too many emotions in it at once. “I wonder where your mother is, hm?” he mumbled, and the tone of his voice was just as difficult to pinpoint; wistful, maybe? “Is she off gallivanting too?”

“… Kaito…”

A pause, then, “Ne, Shinichi, can we keep them?”

“… Ha?!”

“Look at them, aren’t they cute?” Kaito said, growing more excited by the second and holding the kitten under Shinichi’s nose like particularly damning evidence on a crime scene. The kitten yawned, unfazed. “I bet your mother would love them too!”

“Kaito, we just came home after two weeks of touring Japan for your show and you’re scheduled to leave again after New Year’s, and I’m barely home as it is! We can’t take care of a clowder of kittens!” Shinichi protested, even though he knew full-well how difficult it was to change his lovers mind once he was set on an idea. Kaito pouted.

“I’m sure the little miss won’t mind looking after them if we can’t.”

“At that point, wouldn’t they just be her cats?” Shinichi said drily and Kaito frowned.

“They’d live with us.”

“We’re not home half of the year, they’d live in an empty house.”

“You’re home, you just work too much. Actually…” A gleam entered Kaito’s eyes and in this moment, he looked akin to a cat ready to pounce on her prey. Shinichi swallowed nervously, years of knowing Kaito making him lean back even further in his chair. This look rarely bode well for anyone involved. “Maybe having a cat waiting for you would make you come home at more reasonable hours! Don’t think I don’t know you slept at the police station again last time I left you alone.”

“How did you–?!” Shinichi spluttered, cats momentarily forgotten. Who had told on him this time? Satou? Or Takagi, the traitor? Kaito could play the man like a fiddle, but that was no reason for him to blab about everything!

“Saa, who knows?” Kaito sing-songed, lips twitching, before he grew serious again. “Shinichi, you need to rest from time to time, not just when I force you to.”

“Look who’s talking,” Shinichi muttered rebelliously, thinking of all the times he had to drag Kaito to bed because the other man got lost in preparing his next heist or magic show or had to cram a week’s worth of homework into one evening back when they were still in college.

Kaito waved his hand dismissively. “Semantics. My point still stands.”

“Neither of us has any idea how to take care of a cat, much less six kittens we don’t even know if they are weaned yet.”

“The internet and a trip to the vet should clear that right up. And don’t even start with having no space or not enough money because neither of those are true and you know it.”

Running out of arguments, Shinichi dropped his head into his arms. “But… six?”

With his head buried in his arms, he missed the triumphant smirk that flit across Kaito’s face. “Just one then, or maybe two so they have company while we’re not home. Ai-chan already agreed to feed them by the way, she just wants the money from us and a favour every now and then.”

Shinichi lifted his head and stared, realisation dawning that Kaito’s unusually long trip to the store hadn’t been just because of traffic or long lines at the checkout. “You planned this.”

“They’re cute. And feisty, not unlike you. And I do think it would do you good to have someone to take care of. Someone you can’t just text ‘Get takeout I’ll be late’.”

Shinichi groaned. “You’re not going to give up, are you?”

Kaito grinned. “Nope.”

“What if they eat your birds?”

The look Kaito threw him was so offended, he didn’t need to say a word. Shinichi silently conceded the point. Those were Kaitou KID’s doves – whatever Kaito fed those birds, it made them the most intelligent pigeons Shinichi had ever seen. Some days Shinichi could swear they liked to play tag with the taskforce just as much as their master did.

And all protests aside, it wasn’t as if Shinichi minded the thought of keeping one (or two) of the kittens, per se. It would be… nice, he thought, to have the house not be quite so empty whenever Kaito was touring with his show and Shinichi was unable to go with him. He’d always fancied himself as more of a dog person, but it wasn’t as if he didn’t like cats, too. It was a bit sudden, and more extra work than he appreciated, but maybe they could keep them for a while as a sort of trial period until they were old enough to give away and decide then if they wanted to keep any of the kittens. And if it made Kaito happy…

“… Alright.”

Kaito’s face lit up. “Shinichi!”

“For now,” he added sternly, ignoring the warmth in his chest he always felt whenever he saw Kaito genuinely happy. If possible, Kaito’s grin just broadened, absolutely undeterred by Shinichi’s caveat.

“Sure, sure. I’ll just put this one with the others, and I think there’s a vet two blocks over, I’ll see if they have time today, and maybe I can clean out one of the bird cages as a temporary means of transport…”

Skipping away to put his plans into motion, he missed the soft smile that stole itself on Shinichi’s face. Kaito’s excitement was almost palpable, so much so that Shinichi wondered if Kaito had told him the whole truth about his motivations. Not that it really mattered, but it was something to think about later, maybe.

Idly he wondered if Kaito would find a way to train the cats to do his bidding.

He also wondered why that thought didn’t worry him more.

Putting his case files aside for now, he got up from his desk to follow Kaito out of the library and up the stairs, intending to offer his help. He expected Kaito to already be in the kitten room, possibly covered in tiny furballs who wanted food from this strange but not unwelcome surrogate mother. What he found instead was Kaito standing in front of the door in a staring competition with a big, black-and-white cat whose unimpressed and accusatory glare could have put Haibara to shame.

Looks like they’d found the mother.

It took another day of searching until they finally found the open window in the far back of the manor through which the mother had come in. Why it was open or who’d left it that way, no one could tell anymore.

“Be glad it was only a cat that broke in.”

“Would have been rather ironic otherwise, hu?”

They left it open for the mother to come and go as she pleased. After all, it wasn’t as if a few more weeks could ruin the carpet beneath the window any further.

Several months later, Shinichi’s tired “I’m home” was met with a distant thump and the quick patter of small feet hurrying towards him. Shinichi chuckled when Kaitou skittered around the corner and ran up to him, straight between his legs like the little lovable nuisance he was, a trait he and his namesake shared although they hadn’t discovered that fact until after Kaitou had earned his name by continuously stealing their food. Now, Shinichi went to his knees to pet the small white cat between the ears, which was met with loud purrs. Shinichi smiled softly. “Just a moment, then I’ll get you and me something to eat, okay?” Kaitou meowed as if in answer and bounded away, full of energy and evidently eager to get his dinner even though it wasn’t even that late yet. Standing up and toeing off his shoes, Shinichi looked around if he could see the last resident of the Kudou manor who wasn’t currently out of the country, but either Moriarty was hiding away somewhere or he’d escaped the house again. Since Shinichi was almost certain that he’d locked everything up before leaving this morning, it was probably the former.

God help him if he was murdering one of Shinichi’s books again.

He made his way slowly into the kitchen, dropping off his laptop and the missing persons reports he’d gotten from Satou earlier that day in the library before continuing on – though not before surreptitiously glancing around if he could spot any torn pages flying around but no, his books seemed to be safe for now. Small blessings.

In the kitchen, he threw some leftovers Haibara had brought over yesterday into the microwave, then opened a can of wet food each for Kaitou and Moriarty (though he would have to make sure that Kaitou didn’t eat his brother’s share, little glutton that he was). He chuckled softly as the white cat pounced on the food, devouring it in big chunks as if it was the best meal he’d ever had and he a cat on the brink of starvation.

Shinichi snorted. “Little drama queen. I know it’s your favourite but slow down, will you? Savour it, as soon as Kaito comes back you’re back to beef and chicken instead of fish.”

Kaitou, of course, didn’t listen and Shinichi shook his head in amusement as he sat down for his own meal of chicken curry with rice. It wasn’t quite the same as having dinner with Kaito, but Kaitou’s happy noises in the background and Moriarty suddenly jumping into his lap out of nowhere and making eating ten times harder than it had any right to be were by far better than eating alone in an empty house with only loud thoughts but silent air as company.

Later, as he sat in the library with a book in his hands and Moriarty curled up in his lap while Kaitou sprawled across the backrest, purring softly, he couldn’t deny that Kaito had been right all those months ago. This wasn’t the same as leaning against Kaito while he read, wasn’t the same as feeling the other man breathe against his side or feel his arm around him in silent comfort and reassurance that he was there, but for now, this was enough.

#kaishin #my fic #ksss22

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I was tagged by @writingpotato07 and my words are: STRAY, SHATTER, HEART, DRIFT, RING

So I didn't understand if it was for only one WIP or all my WIPs so uuh I went with the latter:

STRAY

Cat's in the Cradle, Chapter 16

Dean wanted to scream. Instead, he pulled up the sleeves of the hoodie he was wearing and observed the scars and burn marks on his arm. Alastair had given them to him as he taught him different methods of torture. Many more were on his back, and on his thighs. He had taken the pain and, at first, he didn’t want to become like Alastair. Didn’t want to torture for fun. In the end, he had done it, mostly to please his ba’al.

“Fucking idiot,” he muttered to himself. A stray tear rolled down his cheek, and he let it fall. He didn’t care anymore. He had fallen for Alastair, had let him convince him he loved him.

What a fucking joke, he tightened his jaw and sniffled, closing his eyes. It was all a fucking lie. Adonai, am I so unworthy? How could I fall for his lies?

Love and Gunpowder, Chapter 1 (Coming Soon)

“Yes?” Worry colored his adopted uncle’s voice, and Dean sighed in relief. If there was anyone he could trust with this, it was Bobby.

“I have something to tell you. But please, don’t laugh.” He gulped, playing with a stray strand of hair.

“This sounds serious. I’m all ears, son.” There was some noise on Bobby’s end, voices, and Dean heard him walk away and close a door.

SHATTER

Nothing with exactly "Shatter"

HEART

Of Prophecies and Love, Part 2 (and many more parts but uh, we're keeping it simple)

As saliva dripped down from the hellhound’s mouth, it corroded the ground it fell on, ruining the marble.

“Fuck,” Dean said, eyeing Gabriel. The witch’s gaze was fixed on the shield, his hands closed into parallel fists.

Is he keeping the shield up that way? He wondered, his heart beating faster.

“Dean,” Gabriel turned slightly towards him, “you have to kill it.”

“How?” The prince’s blood pumped in his veins, his temples, his heart; Gabriel’s voice sounded far away. Still, courage traveled through his body, his muscles tense and ready to strike. He was ready to fight.

“Your sword is made of holy silver, right?”

Dean nodded.

Ama e Cambia il Mondo, Chapter 1 (Coming soon-ish)

“I made Lucifer human. I want you to teach him about Humanity, and how to love it,” God smirked at Dean’s incredulous look and chuckled. “I’ve come to see you as more than Michael’s Sword, Dean. You’re so very human, so very… Perfect, in your imperfections.”

“How do you know I won’t just kill him?” Dean took a long breath to calm his furious heart, his mind urging him to run.

“You can’t. I’ll protect him,” God tilted his head, much like Dean had seen Castiel do a thousand times now. “You will learn from one another, and you’ll save my son from his own destruction.”

Beauty and Rage, Chapter 1 (Coming soon)

“You said you saw me with Mr. Crowley and Mr. Ketch.”

“I did,” Lucifer made a small laugh. “And I enjoyed every single moment of it. You… You’ve got spirit. And from what I learned about you from the gossip going around, I do think we would be a nice pair.”

“Oh.” Dean’s foot slid on the pavement, and he lost his balance, but Lucifer was there to grab him. Now chest to chest, Dean felt the beating of the Alpha’s heart. “I, uh,” he gulped, “I swear I’m usually more eloquent than this.”

Cat's in the Cradle, Chapter 4

“Dean…” Gabriel started, but the Hunter interrupted him.

“I can’t betray him,” he said, resolute. “He sees me. Loves me. Cares about me...”

It sounded like a mantra the young man was repeating to try and convince the other. Or himself. It made Gabriel’s heart ache.

“I have my doubts,” the Angel started, gently, “but you do. And I guess that’s what matters now.”

“I guess…” A tear ran down Dean’s face. Gabriel wanted to wipe it away, but it felt too much like overstepping.

Why is he getting so much under my skin? He internally punched himself, then decided it was time to go.

Family Seder, Chapter 2

Gabriel grabbed onto Dean’s shirt, pulling him closer, and the heaviness Dean felt before was gone, together with the doubt and the fear. Instead, his heart hammered in his chest, and he could only think marry me, marry me, marry me.

He must have said it out loud, because Gabriel smirked into the kiss and parted from him just to wink and say: “With pleasure, Dean Winchester.”

Love and Gunpowder, Chapter 1 (Coming soon)

Dean stormed inside his apartment, slamming the door shut.

His heart hammered in his chest and, as he closed his eyes, images of the dark-haired Alpha he just met flashed in front of his mind. Dean had observed him closely and had seen grey hair in-between the jet black. That made him even sexier.

Tell me to stay, Chapter 1

Dean observed the professor write down the physics formulas on the board. There was no reason for him to copy them in his notebook: a few days and they’d move once again, this school forgotten and a new hunt for his father. Still, he decided to be a good student. After all, he enjoyed school – not that he’d tell that to Sammy, but the fact they moved constantly had put a halt to Dean’s will to bother.

Sighing, he let his gaze wander around the classroom. When it stopped on Gabriel Novak, Dean’s heart skipped a beat and he gulped, unable to look away.

The boy was drawing something in his sketchbook; a focused frown adorned his endearing features as the pencil slid with careful strokes on the paper. The long earring he wore on his left ear shone brightly against the light of the sun.

Your Soul Sang to Me, Part 1

As Dean’s green eyes sparkled in amusement, they took a light hue, almost like jade. Gabriel thought he could write a song on that alone. His heart raced for a moment. What? C’mon, it’s a guy you just met!

“Nah,” the blonde laughed, “I’m here alone. And- Er, well, I am alone,” shaking his head, Dean lowered his gaze. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “Sorry. What about you?”

Gabriel shook his head.

DRIFT

Nothing with exactly "Drift"!

RING

Cat's in the Cradle, Chapter 7

Lilith picked up the phone at the third ring, smirking when she saw the name on the screen.

“Lucifer!” She beamed, turning the key in the lock. “How are you? We haven’t heard from you in a long while…”

The Demon entered her house and took off her heels. She put them tidily next to the door, humming happily.

“Yes, it’s been too long, it seems,” the serious tone of the man put her on guard, her back straightening. “See, I may have to fix the problem you and Alastair caused.”

No pressure tags: @fpwoper @fictional-affairs @callalilycas @mansplainmanipulatemalewife and anyone who wants to do it!

MY WORDS ARE: ANIMAL, LOVE, FAMILY, HATE, DEMON, RARE

#writing game #wip game #my fanfics #my wips #thanks for the tag!!!

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the-pessimistic-cupcake · 2 years

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About me

Thanks @adhdgoblingirl for tagging me!! I love tagging games!

💎 why did you choose your url?

I was. 15 when I started this blog and Very Bad at coming up with usernames. I think I messed around with some username generator websites, customised the names I got a bit, and I haven’t changed it since!

💎 any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

i have one for reblogging art tutorials more as a place to store them, one that I’ve abandoned for photography, one for lovely poetry and art I see around here, and a couple other miscellaneous ones. But this is definitely my main blog and I use the others rarely

💎 how long have you been on tumblr?

pretty long!! Since 2016

💎 do you have a queue tag?

nooope, to be honest I’m a little confused about queue tagging anyway

💎 why did you start your blog in the first place?

ah yes.. you see........percy jackson and uuh voltron and mystic messenger and just a whole bunch of other fandoms because I needed to actually find people who were interested in these things!

💎 why did you choose your icon/pfp?

i like pidge!! And the glasses sort of match mine and I thought the art style had good vibes :)

💎 why did you choose your header?

it’s a photo i took that i’m super proud of!! and the green matched my icon!!

💎 what’s your post with the most notes?

i think it’s one linking Christina Perri’s ‘A Thousand Years’ to Simon and Baz from Carry On and it got quite a bit of engagement from the carry on fandom!! The first time I’d ever engaged with fandom actively :)

💎 how many mutuals do you have?

28 i think!! wow, that’s more than i expected

💎 how many followers do you have?

60!

💎 how many people do you follow?

don’t call me out on this. please. (it’s 1180) i just never do any maintenance

💎 have you ever made a shitpost?

hmmm maybe yes, but a few years back not so much now

💎 how often do you use tumblr each day?

about 1 hour? i don’t usually use any other social media so it’s my go-to

💎 did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

nopeee and i hope that never happens ;-;

💎 how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

well now i’m not doing it

but really, i think it just makes people feel bad, no matter how good the post actually is. why guilt people?

💎 do you like tag games?

yeah!!!

💎 do you like ask games?

yeah!!!!!!!!

💎 which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

@ghostjesse i think!! she makes amazing shadowhunter chronicles fanart!

💎 do you have a crush on a mutual?

:0 not really, but every time i see a note from them i go heheeh yees i did good

💎 tags?

@sleepyselkiesiren @sainboard @prince-of-places @ti-bae-rius @pennybxnce @dashing-hyphen and anyone else that wants to do it!

#tag game #thanks for tagging meee :)

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lilolilyr · 1 year

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Tagged ages ago by I don't know who for Ao3 stats!

How many fandoms have you written for?

Uuh. Um. So many that it only barely fits in two screenshots even on my new bigger phone? XD

I'm on 517 fics btw, 526 counting stuff that's been posted on anon (you can find that number if you're member of a collection and click 'people' on said collection)

What's your favorite fic on your Ao3?

Would still have to be my Andromaquynh longfic In Your Stead <3 though I'm currently working on a Mirandy podfic project that might take its place! Still, not my own fic, but I already love the voice acting I get to do there :)

Have you posted elsewhere? If yes, which of those fics is your favorite?

Uhh most is cross-posted to Ao3 anyway? I think some ficlets on @floreleine might not be... (Btw if you haven't yet, watch Gunpowder Milkshake it's awesome!)

How many bookmarks do you have on Ao3?

1574 bookmarks! Lots of them probably on private tho, check out my account and tell me how many you see there, I'm too lazy to log off and in again xD I tend to bookmark as, well, actual page marker bookmarks as well as use it as a 'read later' function as well as marking fics I've already read and writing me notes on what I liked or didn't like about them or whether they might be triggering for me in ways not tagged, warning me to only re-read with with caution, that kind of thing... I also bookmark a lot of external works so I have them saved all in one place, bc while I have a livejournal and I think also ffnet account I don't rly use them and I wouldn't even know how to bookmark stuff there...

Plus as recommendations for others! I love the rec function, I've got 175 public recs at the moment, so check it out if you're looking for new reading material :)

...so all in all, my bookmarks are steadily growing xD

How many unread comments do you have?

253 🙈🙈🙈 I'm sorryy!!! In my defence there are always some where I'm like 'ill reply when the sequel's up' and then I never write that xD probably half are still unread bc of that... Rest is some I just love looking at, some so long I love getting them but I don't have the energy to respond in kind and feel like just replying 'thanks' would be cheap idk, and some recent ones just uhh laziness

(they're of course all read though!!! It's just the function called unread bc they're unanswered and I haven't marked them read without answering, I only do that for replies, but I have read every single one <3 thank you commenters I love you!)

Any subscriptions?

6 pages full of author and series subs from way back 2014-2016 🙈 I'm not doing it anymore and I'm Trying to get rid of them but it's so much work adsfghjkl (I still want to keep them somewhere so I click the series/a fic of the author and bookmark it with the tag 'subscription tag' to know I formerly had subscribed/would have subscribed if I still used that function - I just want to get rid of the email spam because that damn thing already completely murdered one email address, and I've switched my ao3 account to another email and that's slowly dying as well now lmfao and I Never check those emails I just check my bookmarks anyway so it's all very useless to me)

Any favorite tags?

I clicked favorite on a bunch of ship tags, whenever I was reading basically just that one ship and wanted it close on hand I added one and never removed them, they're McDanno, Milippa Prime, ClintCoulson, Ineffable Spouses and Andromaquynh

@poemsingreenink @glassbearclock @falyakonmp3 @incloudines @kla1991 @viharistenno @pers-books @xvnot15 @kaorimaxwell-blog @startrekgeorgiouery @danisnotmyname @lavendelhummel & any other mutuals and friends, feel free to do this if you want to, and you can also have a look at the other tagging memes I did lately, feel tagged in any you want to do!

Questions for easy copying: How many fandoms have you written for? What's your favorite fic on your Ao3? Have you posted elsewhere?If yes, which of those fics is your favorite? How many bookmarks do you have on Ao3? How many unread comments do you have? Any subscriptions? Any favorite tags?

#tagging meme #ao3 tag #fanfic tag #mine #may'23 #tagging meme may #11.05.23 #12.05.23 #x #lilo writes #lilo writes behind the scenes #my post #ao3 stats #my ao3 stats

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yary-t · 1 year

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get to know me(me)

tag 9 people you want to get to know better

tagged by @hardly-an-escape (thank you for tagging me!!!)

three ships: Dreamling has consumed my soul. A couple long standing ones: River Song/The Doctor (mostly 10, 11 and 13, tho I have read the occasional fic with 12) and Adelle Dewitt/Laurence Dominic.

first ever ship: That I actively looked up fic for was probably Janeway/Chakotay. That I shipped in my own mind uuh the evil fairy and the fairy queen from Neopets (I don’t remember their names or even if those were their titles) or Sailor Moon/Tuxedo Mask maybe (Sailor Moon was on once per week and it was after my bedtime so I only got to watch it very rarely lmao)

last song: When Daisies Pied, the version that plays at the end of the RSC version of Love's Labour's Lost. It finally occurred to me to download subs for the proshot to have the complete lyrics (since spotify doesn't have them), so now, years after seeing this performed live, I FINALLY know the word I couldn't understand in the chorus (which isn’t part of the lyrics I found just googling the song title) is "powers".

last movie: Netflix's Matilda

currently reading: I've been buried deep in a pile of Dreamling fic. The last original fiction I finished reading was Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson. I'd intended to start Nevermore by Neil Gaiman next but I'm unlikely to get to that any time soon now

currently consuming: The tv series I've been actively watching is Black Books, tho I am in the middle of several I fully intend to finish eventually, just none that consume me with a need to binge. As for comics, I'm reading Flying Witch in Japanese (which is going. Slowly); just finished Sandman Overture and intend to start one of the Sandman spinoffs by Gaiman maybe

currently craving: I ALWAYS crave brigadeiro. it's a constant exercise in self-control

I tag... uuh trying to find some people who haven’t done it yet

@smhc

@chrysanthemumskies

@cozcat

@mantarayyoon

#aaand I stopped there because I am getting my ass kicked trying to tag people #Idk I think I'm typing the name correctly but the person I want doesn't show #personal #tag meme

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guessillcallitart · 2 years

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Incorrect Quotes Tag

Thank you for tagging me @italiangothicwriteblr :)

Rain: I owe you one.

Tobias: That's ok. You can just date me and we'll call it even.

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Skai: Did Mike just tell me he loved me for the first time?

Cassie: Yeah, he did.

Skai: And did I just do finger guns back?

Cassie: Yeah, you did.

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Piper: So, are you two dating now?

Skai and Mike: Yes.

Piper: Why?

Mike: I happen to find Skai very appealing.

Piper: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Skai.

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Percy: Cassie is playing hard to get.

Percy: Little does she know, I'm a master at hard to get rid of.

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Hazel: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don't like them. That's not true... My partner is a bitch and I love her so much!

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Skai: Pros and cons of dating me.

Skai: Pros. You'll be the cute one.

Skai: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

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Skai: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... Have fun figuring out which one.

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Mike: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Skai: I know. Whenever I'm near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Mike: But you're always acting stupid?

Skai: ...

Skai: Yeah, don't think about that too hard.

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Skai: Relationships should be 50/50. Mike cooks us dinner while I sit on the counter looking pretty.

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Rosa: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

Callie: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

Rosa: I said within reason, Callie. How about I murder that guy?

Callie: So murder is within reason but proper self care isn't?

Rosa: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

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Skai: How much did you spend on this date?

Mike: 1400 euros. But all of it is on credit cards, so it's like 5 euros a month for the next 2,000 years.

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Skai: Mike is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?

Rosa: Punch him in the stomach. Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.

Percy: Tackle him!

Callie: Dump him.

Sadie: Kick him in the shin!

Mike: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!

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Tobias: So... I've seen you've been spending a lot of time with Lise recently.

Michael: No, Tobias, it's not what it looks like, I swear.

Tobias: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous?

Michael: No! You're the only one for me.

Tobias: Is that so?

Michael: I promise! Lise and I are just dating, okay? She's my girlfriend.

Tobias: So there are no best-friend-feelings involved?

Michael: You are still my one and only best friend! She's just the love of my life, nothing more!

Tobias: But I'm still the platonic love of your life, right?

Michael: Of course, bro!

Tobias: Bro...

Lise: What the-

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Mike: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.

Lise: Did Skai say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'?

Mike: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL-

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Percy: It's pretty cold outside... wanna hold hands? We should stay close.

Cassie, blushing: Okay.

Hestia: It's fucking summer.

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Mike: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Lise: Aren't you forgetting something?

Mike: Uuh... *hesitantly kisses Lise's forehead before running out*

Lise: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

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Callie: Why don't you go talk to them?

Cassie, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure.

Callie: What? So you go tell him he's cute, what's the worst that could happen?

Cassie: He could hear me.

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Mike: Did it hurt when you fell-

Skai: From heaven? Wow, I didn't think you were such a flirt-

Mike: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Skai: ...

Mike: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

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Mike: Fine! Judge all you want but...

Mike, points at Luke: Married a lesbian.

Mike, points at Piper: Left a man at the altar.

Mike, points at Rain: Fell in love with a gay ice dancer.

Mike, points at Tobias: Threw a girl's wooden leg in a fire.

Mike, points at Nicholas: Lives in a box!

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Callie: I think I'm falling for you.

Rosa: Then get up.

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Luna: Do you want to know your gay name?

Hazel: My... my gay name?

Luna: Yeah, it's your first name-

Hazel: Haha. Very funny, Luna-

Luna: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Hazel: Oh- oh my God.

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Mike: I asked Skai out.

Piper: Oh, I'm sorry.

Mike: Why?

Piper: Well, I assume she said no.

Mike: No, she said yes.

Piper: Really? Then I'm sorry for her.

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Skai: Two years ago, I married my best friend.

Skai: Mike is still mad about it, but me and Ellie were drunk and thought it was funny.

I'm tagging anyone who would like to do this :)

#incorrect quotes #tag game #original story #original character #victorianshannon #fantasy #fiction #original characters #wattpadstories #ocs #wattpad #writerblr

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fablecoingolf · 4 years

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I am very bad at drawing people I am not bad at drawing people but I am bad at drawing people to look like people and I joke about I shouldn’t worry about making the characters look too accurate coz the art in fable is inconsistent with how characters look so it’s ok but then I just wanna try to combine the styles to something that is right but it’s very hard to draw people and have them look like the people that they are!!!!

#practicing fable 2 heros coz i feel like drawing people and theyre just my art go to sometimes if im in the fable brain space and want to dr #draw people but lack of clear reference images makes it hard and also hammers face hates me which makes me sad c #coz i love her and her face and i would like to be able to make art thst is good because there isnt enough art of her that exists and there #should be more because shes great and i love her and its very late im not sure where my brain is go oh my ds needs to charge #ok ok its charging now its saved i saved it #i dont know where my brain is going but im very frusted garth garth also needs more art and i can do that i have the power to make art #everyone has thepower to make art but i do it a lot and i can and do i can do that he deserves it coz hes so great and cool and i could #do that make art i do make art and i love him and its hard with the lack of screenshots i want to make sure its Right and good because its w #what they deserve!!!#drawing people is a different kind of pressure coz #if its of a semi-realistic art style in origin then like. to make them look like them is tough its easier to translate from a simpler style #to mine i find. and like people see people better than like #if i get the proportions on a lions face a little different then the exact lion im drawing people probably wont notice coz we arent lions #and we notice different things? but so much goes into making a human face look like a specific human like someone can look totally different #depending on lighting and angle its so much subtle things that go into it? yknow? and i knoooooow that if i draw purple nerd man #i forgot what i just said and i cant see my last tag uuh #if i drew logan with like. basic key features even if its not Right i say its logan and tag it fable and get the basics down people will #recognise him coz like. i mean. logan is in fact 4 people pretending to be logan to cover up the fact that real logan is #on holiday on a cruise ship because he decided being a king sucks actually. probably reading like. a book or something. what a nerd #what was i saying #uuuuuuh #i know that what im saying isnt..how it works in this context but its still. i have the way they look in my head and i have the game models #and i have the official art and trying to blend those is. hard? but its how i want it to be so that the images in my head can be real and no #not made of brains #i dont know why im saying all of this. im still working on the animal crossing art too ive just had other stuff going on so ive been too bus #busy to do much art this is the first time i have in a couple of weeks maybe? and i still dont have much time i just felt like drawing peopl #people right now so i am! yeah!! ill get it eventually ill get it eventually

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peterpandiedtoday · 2 years

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hellooo the lord wanted to do some shock therapy on me today i think bc apart from the messy ticket buying they still had yesterday’s cast sheet up and i was v oh no not noticing the date but then i got treated to a (for me) surprise barbara obermeier griz and a luyben lonzo? <33 and. over the past few weeks, before too a little sometimes but especially recently i had noticed some performances feeling a bit empty? i don’t have a word for it bc they were never bad or just okay just.. like they were not..... radiating.... ? ..... anything??? but today everyone was so fresh? potentially bc of the rehearsal but they’ve done those before and it didn’t change this much. v happy abt it either way

#personal Davy #ok now more shocking because why th not lord. why. not.#i might have mentioned it before but munk would always come to tugger's side at the beginning of skimble and they would wriggle their hips?#idk how to describe it but they'd stand there at least one having their arm around the other and it was nice. they did this even if someone #else was interacting with them first but today munk side hugged jelly (if anything tugger would do that) and i was like oh. alright. new #but it was okay (except when tugger had to go around them looking a bit aimless bc he lost his hip wriggle buddy 😔)#i thought oh well i still have the tire (aka tugger with his hand on munk's thigh) let's let him have this jelly big but oh no no no don't #go thinking we're ok. no. tugger went to sit on the tire. where munk usually sits. and munk sat on the step. and. they did nothing #i was 😰 to say the least. it's become such a comfort bit to me just them being comfortable together and enjoying the song and it get RIPPED #from my arms :( now there Is a chance this was a one time thing because today it was munk's turn to catch skimble's mouse but oof #did find a lil comfort tho in tugger squeezing out of the over past munk looking at him and keeping his hand on munk's chest but yea..#we were getting two tugoffelees snacks too one where tugger slowly walked up to misto and rubbed his mane on his bib and misto was 😳#and he kept his arm around him and squeezed him for a long while during growltiger #apropos growltiger lol he accidentally looped one corner of the sail around the mast while aggressively checking it #which came shortly after the sail not unfurling right away and tugger already standing at attention to come and fix it #uuh tugger and skimble collided during jellicle song lol #he also seemingly randomly slapped tanto's butt when she walked away??#and i have no idea what that was about but munk gave mungo a Look while he put on the cockroach costume idk how to describe it..#omg but the way munk grabbed and held carbucketty's arm So tight when he reached out to him before the release the kittens part 😳😳#tumblr is being mean and lagging from all the tags so one last funny bit #yk when old deut reappears under the sheet there's like a horn sound thing? yea. today the sound was like a clown honk. people laughted lol #rly thinking i need to write a card to old lil munk showing him his interactions with tugger are appreciated.. h m #ok reading this back i should maybe add that i'm not actually mad abt the skimble changes 😅 i love cats and every action and interaction is #valid and good and i really mean it. maybe shook would be a better word than shocked haha

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buttsmasher · 3 years

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Annoying Roommates

@one-inch-chick submitted a very hot photo to go along with this post. If you'd like to see that photo you'll have to go to NewTumbl to see it. Thanks again @one-inch-chick who's been a fantastic friend and fan! You photo submissions have been getting me through this whole situation.

This is a complete rewrite and reimagining of a story I've written before.

Warnings/Tags: Face Farting, Willing Victim, Gay Farting, Gay Face Farting, Roommates

You’re playing Fallout 4 in your bed when a shirtless Kian busts into your room. “Ever heard of knocking?”

“No.” He says sarcastically. “Do you have a second?” He makes himself comfortable by laying on his stomach next to you. He’s a little closer than you’d like but you give him your attention.

“What’s up?” You put your controller down and give him your full attention, trying not to stare at his boxer clad ass.

“I know I’m supposed to do the dishes today, but… Do you think you could do them for me?” He gives you a slight pout and bats his eyes. You roll your eyes and start to shake your head no. “I’ll make it worth it for you.”

“How could you-what are you doing?” Kian gets onto his knees and bends downward so his ass is sticking up in the air towards you.

PFFFFFFFFFBRBRFFFFFFFTTTTT

“What the fuck man?” You shake your head in disbelief. “I’m not doing your fucking dishes.” He wiggles his ass in what you believe he thinks is seductive. “Seriously, don't you have something better to do? Like, I don’t know, the dishes?”

“Nope,” He pops the p. “Not really.” He goes back to laying down on his stomach and focuses his attention back towards the TV even though you aren’t doing anything. The fart finally hits your nose, and it’s awful.

“Jesus, what did you eat?” You pinch your nose.

“Oh you know,” He pretends to be in deep thought. “Beans, broccoli, oh and a bowl of ice cream.”

“Fucking hell dude, get out before you stink my whole room up.” You unpinch your nose, the faint smell of his last fart lingering.

“Why? I thought you were a fart loving bitch?” You cringe at the joke that constantly gets brought up.

“I literally watched that weird porn once. Stop calling me a fart loving bitch!” You throw his right leg off the bed making him hang off the bed partially. You do your best again to not stare at his ass, but the way his boxers are framing his nice ass is making it hard.

“Oh come on, don’t deny it. I see how you look at my ass.” He shakes his ass again and you can’t stop yourself from staring.

“I do not-” You begin but get cut off by Kian’s ass.

PFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

“Uuh,” He groans as the fart escapes from his ass. “And it’s okay to like what you like, I ain’t judging.” The scent is as bad as the first one. “I’m just trying to make a deal that’s, you know, mutually beneficial.” You use your hand to fan in front of your face.

“That’s just rank man.” The smell is honestly equatable to a skunk, it’s terrible.

“And it’s all for you. You just have to wash the dishes.” Your eyes linger to his ass again and back to your face.

“That’s all? I get to huff on yer stink and all you want in return is me to do your dishes?” You ask somewhat in disbelief.

“Yup, you can even stroke that small cock of yours if you want.” You both stare at each other in silence for a moment, both of you waiting for each other to make the first move.

“I’m good.” You finally say turning your attention back to your TV. “I can find any guy I’d like to fart in my face and not have to do dishes.” He glares at you. “Not that I would want that anyway, that’s just groaty.” Kian gets back onto the bed and puts his legs to frame your body, and angles his ass so it’s facing right at you.

“Last chance bud, you know I got that gassiest ass here. This tank is full and is waiting for you.” He slaps his ass hard making it jiggle in front of you.

“Uh-uhm. What?”

PFFFFFFFFTT PFFBRBRBFFFFTT PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

He lets out several blasts of air that get blown right at your face.

“Jesus fucking fuck!” You yell out as you get subjected to his ass bombs. It smells like raw sewage and you don’t think anyone would be able to withstand that. For some reason though, your cock is hard as rock. You do your best to cover up your crotch with a pillow so he doesn’t notice.

“See you do like it.” Kian points at the pillow you just moved.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFBBBRRRFFFTTTTTTT

“See, I think we can come to an arrangement.” You take a large inhale of his butt fumes before you shamefully nod your head.

“Fine, fine.” You shake your head. “Just pull yer undies down and I’ll do the dishes.”

“And clean the toilet.” He quickly adds trying to take advantage of the situation.

“Fine, and clean the toilet.” He laughs as he pulls his boxers down revealing his hairy ass. He backs his ass against your face and get’s comfortable.

“Gimme the controller.” You hand him the controller as his hole presses snuggly against your nose.

PSSSSSSSSS

You grimace as a warm fart gets shot right up your nose and it burns it’s way to your lungs. It’s awful and has one of the worst scents you’ve had to endure close up. “God, you're disgusting.” You manage to say as you keep sniffing.

“Not as disgusting as you, fart lover.”

PFFFFFF PFFFFF PFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFF

“I mean, you’re down there getting off on my ass bombs.” He pulls the pillow away that was covering your crotch. “I mean look at your tiny dick straining in your shorts.”

“Shut up.” Your voice gets muffled under his ass.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

“Sorry, couldn't hear you over the sound of my manly farts. Oh shit deathclaw.”

“What?” You try to get him to move but he doesn’t budge.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFBBFFFFFF

He sighs in relief as the last fart hits your nose. You take another deep breath in and you feel your eyes go cross. The scent is absolutely horrid but it doesn’t stop you from sniffing like a dog. You swear you can almost smell the beans that he said he ate earlier.

“Shit, I died.” Kian lifts off your face and looks back at you. “Alright, well I expect the dishes and toilet cleaned by eight. That gives you enough time to jack off right?”

“Fuck you.”

“I think you meant to say thank you. And you’re welcome.” You roll your eyes as he slams your door shut. But he’s not wrong, as soon as the doors closed your hand is in your pants stroking your dick until you’re shooting your load inside of your shorts.

You feel a little ashamed, but at least you’ve got a working deal now with Kian. Whenever he wants out of chores he makes a stop at your bedroom and you get to plant your face into his sizable ass and inhale the most toxic fumes of your life and get off all at the same time. Guess he was right; it was a good deal.

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Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. E for a little UST?. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 51 - A Little France and Little Italy

[ DS ]

"You're baaaaaack!" I'm not even halfway across the front hall of our school on my way to the classroom, books in one, tumbler of tea in the other, when a flash of brown hair and bright green backpack zooms towards me, almost knocking me over with the force of his hug.

"Good morning, Felix. I heard you missed me, huh?" Nodding vigorously, he takes my tumbler from my hand to slip his into mine, holding on so tight as if he's afraid I'll disappear again.

"Yes!! You’ve been gone forever! I’ve got sooo many things to tell you, did you know that Marie Antoinette never actually said 'Let them eat cake'? It was a big conspiracy to get her killed!” He whispers the last part in awe following me into my classroom, conspiracy theories seem to be a big hit with the Mulder boys.

“That’s true. You know, some say that what she said was 'Let them eat brioche' but no one actually knows if that’s accurate either.”

“Brioche?” Head tilted, Felix tries to wrap his mouth around the foreign word with a curious expression on his face.

I sigh at the chaos that’s my classroom, their teacher being out sick really makes the kids test the boundaries of the poor substitute teacher, so I start to tidy up my desk first. “Yeah, it’s a French pastry, really good and easy to make!”

“Ooh maybe you can come to my house one day and we can make it together! Dad’s a really good cook but sadly for me, he can’t bake.” If he only knew that this is not only a maybe-scenario if things continue to go as well as they are right now.

“Mh-hm maybe. You better get to class, if you don’t want to listen to me telling off my kids for the mess they left yesterday!”

“Uuh no thanks, I’d rather not! I’ll tell you about the Guillotine at recess okay?” Backpack bouncing, he hurries off to his own classroom, whistling the Marseillaise under his breath. Man, he’s cute, and incredibly smart for his age too.

Great, now I've got the French national anthem stuck in my head for the rest of the day, it's a really catchy tune and at times, the kids tumbling into the classroom in the morning certainly feels like the storming of the Bastille.

Aux armes, citoyens!

The only upside to being out sick is the way the kids's faces light up when they see that you're back, falling over themselves to tell you how much they've missed you and how awful it was with anyone who volunteered to take over the classroom in your absence. "They just don't get us like you do, Miss Scully, you know?," is Kyle's wry comment, accompanied with a nonchalant shrug, on the whole situation.

"It's nice to be missed, guys. Now sit down, we need to talk."

"And then, whoosh, the blade comes down and off comes the head, drops right into a basket, ugh, isn't that the most disgusting thing you've ever heard, Miss Scully?"

I'm treated to the history segment of The Felix Show at recess today, grinning at his flailing arms and obvious excitement about the French Revolution.

"It's pretty disgusting, yes." I don't tell him that the last beheading in the United States took place not as long ago as the French Revolution, it was in the 1930's. I also don't tell him that there's still a death penalty in several states to this day, I'm sure he'll find that out on his own some day. "How do you know all this, Felix?"

"Oh, I found a book on it in my mom's library and after hours of convincing her that I'm not too young to read about it, she finally gave in! She even let me keep it! Isn't that so nice of her?" 'After what she did to you at Christmas, giving you a book is the least she can do…' is what I think to myself, to Felix I agree with his statement, yes, that's very nice of her.

Going from Little Felix's France at noon to Little Italy in the afternoon, Mulder and I head up to Boston to have a bite to eat at a cute place, with its red and white checkered tablecloths and Italian music playing quietly in the background. The owner is a short, portly, loud man so quintessentially Italian, it adds a lot of authenticity to his restaurant and he greets us at the door with open arms.

When he notices the hand that rests protectively on the small of my back, he rightly deduces we're here for a date. I'm only glad he can't notice the familiar shiver that runs up my back from that spot.

"Aaah lovebirds. I have-a the perrrfect table for-a you!," he exclaims in his adorably exuberant way, ushering us to a corner booth along the glass front that runs along the length of the restaurant, giving us a little privacy away from the late lunch / early bird crowd, the curve of the booth also allows us to not sit across from each other awkwardly, but much closer together.

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[ FM ]

In my head, I pretend that the slight sway of her hips Scully adds to her walk over to the table is there just for me, to draw my attention to the snug fit of her jeans and I also pretend not to notice the heads turning when we walk by the many booths. Pick your jaws off the floor fellas, before I make you.

We slide into the booth, going through our little routine of her picking the wine while I stare at her awestruck, taking in the perfect arch of her eyebrow, the scrunching of her nose in concentration and the slow tongue-tracing of her lips that seems to help her think while it only helps my own thoughts to fly right out of my head.

Adding one more step to our routine, I read out the dishes from the menu I think she'd find most disgusting out loud, just to make her laugh.

"You know, the Italians will have your head for using a spoon to do this.” Following her teasing gaze to my hands twisting spaghetti around my fork with a spoon, I shrug sheepishly.

“I’m sure I’d be a big hit over there, I also love to put pineapple on my pizza!”

“Ugh, no! Why did you have to tell me that??” With a chuckle at her wrinkled nose, I point my fork at her accusingly.

“Don’t go all culinary high-and-mighty on me Miss Scully, I’ve seen you eat a burger, with a fork and a knife. That’s un-American, you eat that with your hands!”

Testing the waters during dessert, I point out the gentleman having lunch at the bar, the one that's been turning his head for the entirety of our meal from antipasti to tiramisu, to stare at her with unveiled interest. My statement earns me a playful little shove to my arm and an incredulous look.

"He does not gaze at me, Mulder!"

"Does too! It's like I'm invisible!" I insist peevishly.

With a flirty smile on her lips, she leans over, bringing her face so close to mine I forget to breathe and think for a fleeting moment. "Good thing I'm too distracted by you being decidedly non-invisible to notice, hm?" Mh-hm, good answer.

The innocence and matter-of-factness with which she states the obvious paired with the sweet kiss she presses to my lips raises the hairs on my arms and before I get past wondering if she has even the faintest idea what she's doing to me, she's back on her side of the table, scooping up another forkful of tiramisu.

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[ DS ]

“That was absolutely delicious!” Sitting back giving a contented sigh, Mulder spreads out his arms over the back of the booth and his knee bumps into mine almost as if on accident when he spreads out his legs too. I’d pass it off as an accident if it didn’t happen again and this time, he keeps his knee exactly where it landed.

"So, the gas-stove-dishtowel story had me thinking. Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire. After saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be and why?"

The casually placed knee stays right where it is, even with his upper body angled towards me posing that odd question and now I’m not only distracted by the way his shirt stretches deliciously over his broad chest but also by the excited tingle that spreads from the small spot where our legs touch.

A million things come to mind, the three coffee cups I've kept from our Starbuck's dates, the ticket on its lanyard from our trip to the chocolate factory, the giant teddy from the Carnival that has taken over the armchair in my office… all of them prized possessions, but there's one thing that's of even more significance to me.

"When I was about six or seven, my dad had to leave for an extended period of time and we were so sad to see him go, he built us each a replica of the ship he was going to be stationed on. What would you save?"

He trails his fingers along his sharp, afternoon-stubbled jawline, taking a minute to ponder his answer and I find myself subconsciously mimicking his motion, desperately wishing it was his fingers trailing down my neck instead of mine. The thought burns in the tips of my cheeks with a deep blush and I have to take a deep calming breath with a small shake of my head to clear the image of his wandering fingers out of my mind. I'm so distracted, I don't even hear his answer to the fire-saving-thing.

“Ma’am?”

The concerened waiter I hadn’t noticed appearing at my side that has interrupted our conversation to ask if we'd like to order a digestif and an amused Mulder are both staring at me, waiting for the answer to the question I seem to have missed staring at my date.

"Uuh.. yes?" I have absolutely no idea what I just agreed to to cover up my embarrassment. Lucky for me, it's just one last refill of our wine-glasses.

Needing something to do with my hands, I fidget with the watch on my left wrist, sliding my thumb back and forth under the band in an attempt at a soothing motion, trying to come up with a question of my own to find out more about what makes him tick.

“What’s something about yourself that you really like?”

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[ FM ]

The smile that has been stuck on my face ever since catching her staring at me and the flustered attempt at a cover-up fades just a little, that's a pretty hard question to answer. Usually, we're too focused on the things we'd like to change about ourselves. Rubbing a hand across my neck I rack my brain for an answer.

"I'm…huh… I think I'm a pretty decent Dad to Felix. A lot more present than my own Dad while I was growing up. What about you? What do you really like about yourself?"

Judging by the way she scrunches up her nose and twists her hair around her fingers self-consciously, she's having a much harder time coming up with things she likes about herself. I on the other hand could easily fill a notebook or two with the things I like about her.

"I think… I like taking care of people. I don't know, I guess it makes me feel good if the people around me feel good?" I nod in agreement, she certainly makes me feel good and cared for, especially but not only last weekend while I was sick.

“What’s something about yourself that you would change, if you could?”

At my question, she turns her head to look out the window without actually seeing the people passing by, her thumb pressed into her lips thoughtfully. Deciding how honest she wants to be with her answer.

She turns back to me with an unreadable expression on her face, her hands now toying with the salt-shaker, nudging it around on the table. “I wish I was as confident and sure of myself in my personal life as I am at work.”

“What would it take, to change that?” My hand reaches out to cover hers as if on it’s own will, my mind’s busy puzzling out how I could help her with this. Looking down at her salt-shaker friend as if it held all the answers, she finally scoffs with a wry smile and a lift of her shoulder. “More therapy? I don’t know…”

“To be honest, I like the fact that you’re a little softer around the edges outside of school, also more … giggly and fun. But you are a badass at school… and a bit scary.” I add a smile to my comment and a gentle squeeze of her hand before I pull mine back, to convey that it’s meant as a compliment.

“What about you?” Now it's my turn to ponder how honest I really want to be, about how much of my insecurities are safe to reveal on date 3. But she opened up about hers, showing me her vulnerable side, so I decide to do the same. The thought pops into my head that it's very promising that we've carved out a safe space to open up about doubts and fears, hopes and dreams so early on.

“I wish I was more… manly, you know?” She’s barely suppressing a giggle biting her lip in that distracting way of hers, thinking I'm kidding. “What’s so funny?”

My narrowed eyes tell her I’m actually not joking and the grin disappears. She places a kind hand on my arm, sliding it down a few inches to give my biceps a tiny placating squeeze.

“I’m sorry. But I don’t understand, you’re pretty… manly already…?” To emphasize her point, her hand slides over to give my chest an appreciative pat that gives the heart underneath her hand a jolt so it misses a few beats and I swallow around the lump in my throat.

“That’s not what I mean.”

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[ DS ]

“Then what do you mean?” With a start, I realize that my hand has been resting on his chest far too long to be passed off as a casual gesture, so I yank it away, hiding my embarrassment in a sip of wine.

He takes his own sip for courage, swirling the liquid around the glass thoughtfully.

"I mean… that I don't exactly match the textbook description of what a man should be like. You know…" He trails off, leaving the textbook definition to my interpretation but I've been with enough toxic masculinity riddled a-holes to know how exactly he doesn't meet it. I've seen him cry, on the phone over Christmas break.

Something tugs on my heart when I imagine the teasing and humiliation he must have had to endure growing up to make this the only thing he'd change about himself. When in reality, it's one of the character traits that I cherish most about him, the way he wears his heart on his sleeve and is not afraid to show his emotions. Which is why I tell him exactly that, that I appreciate that side of him more than he seems to realize and the bashful smile I get in return spreads an affectionate warmth through my chest, from my heart outward. A feeling that increases ten-fold at his shy and reluctant admission of "I haven't told anyone that before…" .

"What’s the best thing someone has ever said to you?" I'm really enjoying the game of 20 questions we're playing right now and I realize I have no idea what time it is, I haven't checked my watch or my phone once, too enthralled by our conversation.

"Whenever a kid slips up and calls me Mom. It shows that they really trust you and feel close enough to you to make that honest mistake." The words are out of my mouth faster than my brain working out the thought that this could get really uncomfortable really quickly should he ask if Felix ever… but he doesn’t, thank God, and I hurry to volley the question back at him.

"Kids are incredibly honest sometimes. It's not always what you want to hear though…" At that, I laugh and nod my agreement, I've been on the receiving end of honest comments such as 'Miss Scully, did you get a haircut? Your hair looks funny today!'.

"Anyway, I've got something along the same lines: One day, during dinner, Felix suddenly looks up at me and says 'Dad. Do you know what I love most about you? That I can talk to you about anything!' That was the best compliment I've ever gotten, to be honest."

I wonder if he knows how much I love the way his face lights up with love and adoration whenever he talks about his son, or how rare their special relationship really is.

"What’s the most mischievous thing you did as a kid? I bet there's a few good stories from your childhood that you would never share with Felix.."

"Oh God, where do I start?"

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[ FM ]

There's actually a wide array of stories I would never tell my son, my poor mother was gifted with a son who was never short of stupid ideas and mischievous plans, carried out with precision until the very end, when I would either barely get away with it or I'd get into a lot of trouble. Both of which didn't deter me from doing more stupid things.

"Weeeell, let me tell you about the Fox and the Chicken Coop." I recount the story my mom told Felix at Christmas, getting more of that beautiful laugh here and there, and just as I'm getting to the good part, I pause for effect, thinking myself a very clever storyteller.

She leans forward, interested to hear the end of the story, but my train of thought is effectively derailed when my eyes are drawn downwards to her slender fingers sliding her cross back and forth on its chain absent-mindedly.

The words I was about to say wiped off my mind, all I can get out is an embarrassed stutter of “Uuh … I uhm… lost my train of thought, sorry.”

Her head tilts to the side with a curious little smile and she mercifully lets go of her cross that comes to rest oh so innocently between the soft curves revealed by the unusually deep V of her shirt. My collar feels much too tight to breathe and my mouth is so dry, I have to reach out for my glass to take a sip of water and pick up the pieces of my scattered brain.

“The farmer and his wife were looking for…” she adds helpfully, setting down her own water glass gingerly, her tongue darting out to catch a stray drop on her lips.

“Aah, yeah… they were looking for the fox that did it, but they had no idea that he was right under their noses, pretending to help them look.”

She laughs at that and leans closer, placing a warm hand on my knee, giving it an almost imperceptible squeeze.

“You’re funny…I like that in a guy!” I’m taking every chance I get to bring out the crinkles around her eyes, and it’s nice the effort is appreciated.

Leaning even closer, the dryness in my mouth is back despite the gulp of water a few minutes ago and once she’s so close I can see each and every freckle across her nose, I close my eyes and tilt my head to the side in tingly anticipation of a kiss.

“Hold still, you got something…” Instead of the brush of her soft lips I was desperately expecting, there’s a gentle brush of a thumb across my cheek instead and when I open my eyes, I see she’s presenting me with an eyelash to blow away.

“Make a wish!,” she says airily, much lighter than I would be able to with my collar still so tight it’s almost strangling me.

There's only one moment I desperately wish for that comes to mind when I blow off the eyelash, the moment when she finally tells me she's ready, not only because she's driving me way too far out of my mind with her lips and eyes and fingers and legs and her everything. Mostly, it's because I can't imagine anything better than to be her last good-night and her first good-day.

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[ DS ]

The end of our date approaches far too quickly but I do get one last moment of 'What the heck are you doing?' when he excuses himself to go to the bathroom and I can't help myself, I trail his retreating form with my eyes and end up marveling inappropriately long at the way his jeans don't leave much to the imagination.

My breath hitches and a crimson blush creeps onto my cheeks when he turns just before disappearing into the bathroom, catches my glossed-over eyes and the dreamy look on my face from across the room. And then he winks. Oh sweet Jesus.

Signing my name onto the credit card receipt to pay for our meal, still a little mortified, realization slowly dawns on me that the culminations of feelings, emotions and reactions he elicits are it. The Zsa Zsa Zsu. The feeling most people chase after their whole lives, that butterflies-in-your stomach feeling you get when you realize you not only like a person, but you've got to have them.

My mind has finally caught up with my body in the knowledge that I have got to have him, in all ways possible.

Not today. But when the time is right, I'm ready.

Maybe after our movie date we've agreed to, on Saturday.

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[ Felix ]

Wednesday, after my baseball practice with Principal Skinner, we always do laundry and since I can't work the machines too well, I'm on pre-sorting by colors and folding duty afterwards. I can hardly wait to share what I find in-between the white shirts and towels with Suzie on Thursday, I'm bursting with the news all through the day, wriggling in my seat impatiently for recess to arrive.

I'm out of my seat grabbing Suzie's hand the second the bell rings, tugging her to our office on the stone wall to show her the piece of fabric I've found breathlessly. She just stares at it confused.

"What is that?"

"I think people use it to blow their noses? I don't know, I think I read about it somewhere, they used it before tissues! Look, maybe it's a clue!" There's a gagging sound from my best friend and a disgusted scowl when I shove the handkerchief into her face.

"EW get that away from me, that's gross!"

"It's clean, silly, I got it out of the laundry yesterday. What's interesting is that I've never seen it before. What do you think it means? Do you think it belongs to Squirrel?" We look down at the newfound clue curiously.

"Uhm, Felix?"

"Ya?"

"That's… not a guy's handkerchief. There's daisies on it, see?" My frown of confusion only deepens when she adds "Have you ever considered the fact that the Squirrel guy might actually be a girl?"

"You mean my dad might have a friend who is a girl, just like you and me? Huh… that's kind of neat, isn't it?"

#xf #xf fanfic #msr #felix felicis

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