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rizlowwritessortof · 5 months ago

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The Truth

I didn't get this drabble done in time for @artyandink 's Jensen-a-thon, but here it is, anyway 🙂

Just a little soft, tipsy Dean and a moment of truth

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 760

Warnings: None (although soft!Dean is a warning in itself)

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You sink into fragrant, steaming water, a blissful smile on your lips. You slide down to rest your head against the back of the tub, breathing deep of the vanilla and lavender scent, appreciating with every cell of your body the relaxing quiet and the privacy.

The guys are at the bar, celebrating the successful end of another hunt. You had opted for a few hours to yourself, and after Dean finally gave up trying to convince you to change your mind, they had headed out, leaving you to enjoy a little private time. You love them, you really do – Sam is like the brother you never had, and Dean… Well, Dean is basically the bane of your existence, the temptation you won’t give into, the best friend that you won’t allow yourself to have benefits with. And sometimes you just need a break from the constant magnetic pull that exists between the two of you.

You soak to your heart’s content, finally exiting the bathroom and donning a pair of sleep shorts and an old ZZ Top t-shirt so old that you can barely read the printing on it anymore. You are all smooth, soft and completely relaxed, and you settle down into the comfy old sofa, bowl of popcorn in hand, smiling happily. You settle in with a little wiggle, turning the TV on and scrolling through until you find an old mystery movie.

You’re just getting into the plot when the door opens and your solitude ends. You can tell when they walk in that they’ve had plenty to drink, and you watch with amusement as Sam shoots you a crooked smile and heads for the shower and Dean attempts to remove his boots.

He almost falls over a couple of times, then finally plops down on the nearest bed, finally managing to get both boots off. He stands back upright, swaying just a little before he makes a beeline for the popcorn on the coffee table next to your feet. He tosses a few fluffy kernels into his mouth and plops down on the couch beside you. “Whatcha watchin’?”

“Just an old movie. Mystery thriller or something.”

“Black and white – classic.” He stares at the TV with you for a couple of minutes, then suddenly goes horizontal, head in your lap as if he belongs there.

You stare down at him with an amused smile. “Comfy?” He’s always a little extra affectionate when he drinks, but he’s never done this before.

“Mmmm, yeah.” He shuffles around a bit until he’s good and comfortable. “Hey, who’s that?” he asks, pointing at the TV.

“The actress? Barbara Stanwyck.”

“She’s pretty sexy.”

You grin. “Dean, you’d think a baked potato was sexy right now. You’re drunk.”

“Mmmmmm, that sounds good. But hey – I have fucking great taste, even when I’m drunk. Which I am not.” He’s quiet for a moment, then says quietly, “I think you’re sexy. And beautiful.” You let out a soft, derisive snort, and he turns to his back and looks up at you. “Why don’t you ever believe me when I say nice things to you?”

You hesitate for a second, then answer, a teasing tone in your voice. “Another thing you do when you’re drunk is lie to women.” His eyes are heavy-lidded and solemn as he blinks slowly, and your smile fades as he reaches for your hand, gathering it to his chest and holding it close.

“I don’t lie to you.”

The atmosphere has shifted, emotions you refuse to identify swelling in your chest at his words and the look in his eyes, but before you can begin to think of a response, Dean turns back to his side and settles in again, his scruff softer than you would expect against your skin. “You smell good.” He rubs his cheek against your thigh. “And you’re soft.” He lets out a contented little sigh, hugging your forearm snug against his chest.

In a matter of minutes he is breathing slow and steady, obviously asleep, and you stare down at him, the movie forgotten. Sam comes out of the bathroom just then, looking at the two of you on the sofa with a crooked smile.

“Need me to help move him?” he asks, and you smile back, ducking your head a little to hide your blush.

“No, he’s okay.”

“All right – just wake me up if you change your mind,” he says, crawling into one of the beds and shutting off the lamp, leaving the room dark except for the glow of the television.

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#the truth #dean drabble #dean fluff #soft!dean

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911birds · 16 days ago

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buck’s stress bake-a-thon

#911 abc #911birds #911 fanart #evan buckley #evan buckley fanart #the queue tree

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inevitably-johnlocked · 6 months ago

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Hi!! Do you maybe know of any fics that feature touch-starved Sherlock? Thank you so much in advance, and I hope you have an amazing day!

Hey Nonny!!

AHHH I DO, BUT it's in a combined list if that's okay???

And you're in luck, I'm short on a list this week, so I'm gonna also post you the second short list I have as well!! I hope you enjoy, even if it's not EXACTLY what you're looking for!!

As always friends, if you have something, please add them below!

TOUCHING / TOUCH STARVATION Pt 2

See also: Touching / Touch Starvation

Bond, Sherlock Bond! by macgyvershe (T, 631 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Kissing, Couch Cuddles, Sexy Talk with No Explicit Sex, Bond Night, Established Relationship) – John is doing a Bond-a-thon. Sherlock is ready for a night of movies and munchies. Washed down with Devil Mountain coffee. Eventually everything comes together in the best of ways.

The Skin Over My Heart by standbygo (E, 8,849 w., 1 Ch. || Post-Hiatus, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, Dog Tags, Military, Homophobia, Gay Bashing, POV First Person Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Declarations of Love, Undercover, Haircuts, Flashbacks, Touching, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Metaphors, Introspection, Hand Jobs, On the Couch, John’s Past, Angst with Happy Ending) – Sherlock and John are still trying to adjust to Sherlock's return from his hiatus when John's friend Bill Murray brings them a case. Someone is targeting the LGBTQA+ members of Bill's unit. John and Sherlock go undercover at the unit, but when they end up having to flirt to flush out the suspect, Sherlock realizes he's in over his head.

A Comprehensive Taxonomy of Tobacco-Ash by Silvergirl (E, 11,475 w., 2 Ch. || No TRF AU || Cranky Sherlock, Alternating POV’s, Self-Esteem Issues, Jealous John, Pining John, Confessions, First Kiss, Frottage, Bed Sharing, Sensuality, Cuddling, Touching) – A handsome academic approaches Sherlock about publishing his magnum opus on tobacco-ash in a prestigious scientific journal. Sherlock is quite flattered and flustered, and John’s nose is out of joint.In this little AU there is no Fall and no Mary. Instead, there is humor and smut. Truly a disproportionate amount of smut.

Spare Parts by Raina_at (E, 63,497 w., 10 Ch. || 24th Century / Futurism AU || Post TRF, Pre-TRF Relationship, Case Fic, Mutual Pining, Estrangement, Reconciliation, Science Fiction, Reunion, Nightmares, Angry John, Cybernetic John, Emotional Discussions / Heart to Heart, POV John, Scars, Past Drug Use, Forehead Touching, Emotional Lovemaking, Kissing, Apologies, Kidnapping, Rescue Mission, BAMF John, Bed Sharing, Top Sherlock) – Two years ago, Sherlock Holmes jumped off the roof of New London Hospital. Two months ago, he walked into John's clinic as if no time had passed at all. John hasn't seen him since. But then Sherlock knocks on John's door with a case he can't say no to, and while figuring out why the biggest manufacturer or synthetic limbs in the System is going after veterans, they also need to find out whether there's a way to fix what's broken between them. Part 1 of Realigning Gravity

Bakers with Benefits by Raina_at (E, 88,130 w., 14 Ch. || Great British Bake Off AU || Strangers to Lovers, Switchlock, Friends with Benefits, Mentions of Alcoholism / Past Drug Use, Banter, Flirting, Fluff, Light Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Past Sherlock/Victor, Mutual Pining, POV Sherlock, Obsessive Sherlock, John’s Bum) – Sherlock Holmes has a successful YouTube baking channel, but what he really wants is his own bakery. When an old friend sends him a call for the very first Great British Bake Off, he seizes the opportunity to finally win a sponsor for his bakery. Here's the plan: Win Bake Off, get the bakery, don't fall in love with the handsome Army doctor at the neighbouring station. Easy.

Fade To Black by twistedthicket1 (M, 93,389 w., 29 Ch. || Split Personality Disorder / DID, Action, Romance, Violence, Implied Rape/Non-Con, BAMF John, Fluff and Angst, Baskerville, Human Experimentation, PTSD, Implied Self Harm, Trauma Amnesia, Past Child Sexual Abuse, Protective Sherlock, Smoking, Meddling Mycroft, Past Victor/Sherlock, Gay Sherlock, Sherlock’s Past, First Kiss/Time) – John Watson believes one day he'll just fade. That he'll drown in the black spaces of his mind, and that one day he will no longer exist. It's always been like this, the dark spots marking out moments in his life he can't remember. Where for just a moment he's someone else. Having a Dissociative identity disorder, he can't even be entirely sure he's really who he says he is. Then he meets Sherlock Holmes. A brilliant detective who when he looks at you can read your entire life story. John is immediately fascinated and afraid, half-wondering if maybe Sherlock can see the other personalities in him and half terrified of the thought of him finding out. Becoming his flatmate seems at once to be a wonderful and horrible idea. Yet as John's Blackouts become more and more severe and his other personalities begin to truly awaken and show themselves with Sherlock's help, the two soon discover that sometimes even the kindest person can harbour a demon best left untouched inside of them. Because not all of John's other personalities play nicely and some may be hiding secrets best left undisturbed...

Drawn to Stars by Silvergirl (E, 109,272 w., 60 Ch. || S4 Compliant to TLD / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Sherlock’s Italian Adventure, Sherlock/OC and Johnlock, Jealous John, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, First Kiss/Time, Idiots in Love, 3 Part Story, Slow Burn, Inexperienced Sherlock, Bottom Sherlock, Introspection, Multiple Alternating First and Third Person POV, Separation and Reconciliation, Emotional Love Making, Love Confessions via Letters, Angst with Happy Ending) – After the Culverton Smith case Sherlock is clean, working, and looking for a romantic partner—since John has told him that’s what he needs. Shame John didn’t mention he was interested in that role himself, before Sherlock went off to Rome with a gorgeous Italian copper to try to fall in love and become a complete human being. Part 1 of the Drawn to Stars series

Sherlock Holmes Live by emilycare (E, 488,496 w., 73 Ch. || Theatre AU || Immersive Theatre, Romance, Slow Burn, Fake / Pretend Relationship, Fluff, Bisexual John, Demisexual Gay Sherlock, Alternating POV, Falling in Love, Eventual Case Fic, Soft Sherlock, Panic Attacks, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with Happy Ending, Pining John) – Down on his luck John Watson answers an advert for a paid role in an experimental play. Enter William Scott with a most unusual proposition: help him test run a two person immersive experience, oh and by the way there is sex and romance involved.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #touch starvation fics #touching fics

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lickthecowhappy · 1 month ago

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Ineffable Prompt-a-thon - Lingering

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I find hope lingering like summer heat when the cool of autumn is long overdue sweat on my neck instead of fall’s melancholy breeze

wishing for winter’s frigid despair as hope bakes my marrow and burns my flesh a cruel reminder of my optimism

and the sun lingers above me longer than it should this time of year my soul auspicious beneath pale blue skies

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This poem is also available on AO3.

#good omens #good omens poetry #goodomens #poem #poetry #ineffable prompt a thon #ipat #GOetry #this one is kind of about S3 limbo #but also it's been unseasonably warm #and yet I remain hopeful as pumpkin spice wafts in

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pastafossa · 2 years ago

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“And The Holly Cookies Too” (Matt Murdock x F!Reader, Fic)

Right I had to go out to shovel the furnace pipes again so while I’m waiting to warm up and go back to bed, I figured I’d finish editing and drop this little bit of TRT Christmas fluff, too, as a bonus! Summary: Matt is determined to support you in your experimental Christmas cookie bake-a-thon, even if it kills him. Warnings: none really, just Matt and his senses and cookies and humor. Wordcount: 1,481 Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader. This is technically TRT’s reader again, but TRT is not required reading.

“Right.” You put your hands on your hips, narrowing your eyes at the messy sea of ingredients on the counter and the containers stacked high on the kitchen table. “So we’ve done… cranberry shortbread—”

“Mhm,” Matt said behind you, his voice muffled.

“Gingerbread. Italian rainbow cookies. Ciro’s Christmas pizzelles. Your dad’s seven-layer cookies.”

“Mhm.”

“Christmas fudge. Snowball cookies.” You glanced back, then did a double take. “Matt.”

“Mmm?” he said, dusting his fingers off on his shirt.

“Stop eating the snowballs.”

“I wasn’t,” he said around a mouthful of snowball, blinking innocently at you.

“Then why is there powdered sugar on your face?”

“I can’t see them,” he said mournfully, abruptly shifting his argument. He tipped his head, licking the powdered sugar off his lips, and only Matt Murdock could manage a look so tragic after he’d just been caught red-handed… or sugar-handed, rather, with the evidence literally written across his face. “How was I supposed to know these were the snowballs?”

You snatched another snowball out of his hand, and he pulled a sad face until you leaned in and smacked a kiss against his lips. “Don’t eat them until after I pick the ones that we can give away. I want to make sure we have enough.”

At that, he chuckled, leaning in to touch his forehead to yours. “Sweetheart, we’ve been baking all day. We’ve got hundreds of cookies.”

“Some might be bad. I want to make sure I have good ones to give away,” you fretted, turning back around to stare at your latest project: a tray of sticky, marshmallow-y holly cookies. It had amazed you how much food coloring you’d needed to dump in to achieve the bright-green color, but damned if it hadn’t worked. Each little clump of cornflakes, held together by a sticky green mass of melted marshmallow, looked just like a holly leaf, complete with bright red cinnamon candies set in like berries. Or… or did they look like holly leaves? Were they too crooked? “Everyone else has gotten way more practice than me. I’m behind. I don’t want to be…”

“Be what?” He set his head over your shoulder as you morosely nudged at one of the holly cookies.

“Bad at Christmas,” you admitted.

“You can’t be bad at Christmas,” he told you gently. “That’s not how it works, sweetheart.”

“But what if I am!?” you howled, throwing your sticky hands up in the air. “Jesus—”

“Close,” Matt said with a straight face. “He’s on Christmas eve.”

“You know what I mean!” You turned, pulling away to pace wildly in the kitchen, baring your teeth at the holly cookies as if they were an enemy that needed defeating. “They look crooked.”

Matt closed his mouth, turning his head with a furrowed brow to consider the cookies.

“What are you doing?” you asked him curiously.

“They don’t…” He narrowed his eyes in focus. “They don’t… sound crooked? And even if they were, isn’t nature crooked? I’m sure they’re fine.”

You let out a huff, abruptly circling around, soothed a little by the sheer determination Matt had aimed towards your holly cookies. You let out a sigh as you stepped back up beside him, staring down at the cookies silently.

Maybe… maybe they didn’t look… all that bad.

“You think they’re ok?” you asked him nervously.

“I think they sound and feel amazing.” He leaned over to kiss your temple, and—you had a feeling—left some powdered sugar in your hair from the snowballs he’d been stealing. “For obvious reasons, I’m a poor judge of looks, and there’s a lot of sugar and cinnamon in the air from the last batch so I can’t quite separate the taste, but I’m sure they’re perfect.”

“I guess they look alright,” you mumbled, reaching forward to nudge one with another sigh. “Besides, it’s half taste anyway.”

“Let me try one, then.”

You threw him a baffled look. “What, these?”

“Yeah.”

“You hate green.”

He made a noise of protest. “I don’t hate green.”

“The last time you had something with green food coloring, you pulled a level ten stinky cat face. These have way more green food coloring than that.”

“It’s different when it’s a cookie,” he said stubbornly.

“Are you lying?”

“No,” he lied, licking his lips just once.

You narrowed your eyes. “You are lying! Matt—”

But it was too late. Before you could blink he’d snatched up one of the holly cookies and darted out of the kitchen. “They’re fine,” he told you, backing away. “I can smell the green. There’s not too much.”

You quickly came around the corner, pointing a finger as Matt boldly lifted the cookie. “Matt, don’t you dare.”

He got that look in his eye—the one that spelled trouble, the one that ended in gunshot wounds and legal cases best avoided, the one that meant he was about to do something absolutely ridiculous.

He took a confident, massive bite.

And froze.

Silence.

His lips and nose twitched, and you swore you could see the momentary flash of regret sweep through his eyes.

“You’re trying not to make the face, aren’t you?” You stepped in closer, mildly amused now. “The stinky cat face.”

“No,” he said, very, very carefully, his voice hoarse behind a mouthful of green food coloring and processed marshmallow. His nose and mouth wrinkled briefly before he forced it down, struggling with himself as he tried to chew. You swore his eye twitched. “These are… delicious.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you said fondly, your lips curling up into a grin at just how determined he was to carry on the lie for your sake. “Please stop suffering for me.”

“I’m just… enjoying it,” he said roughly, and oh, this time his eyes did twitch as he swallowed with great reluctance. It looked like it went down like acid, his body shivering as if to punish him for what he’d just knowingly ingested. Even so, he twisted his face into an approximation of contentment. “That… was one of the best cookies you’ve ever made. I didn’t… taste the green at all. People will love it.”

You held out a hand for the rest of the cookie. “I appreciate your attempts to lie to me about my terrible holly cookies, but—”

He shot you a look, something like absolute fire in his dark eyes.

Shit.

You shouldn’t have said that.

“Matt, give me the cookie,” you said quickly. He tipped his head and took one slow step back.

“Matt—”

“...No,” he said hotly, clenching his jaw. “I want to eat it. It’s mine.”

You darted after him, and he took off, vaulting over the couch with one hand, your holly cookie in his other. You, unfortunately, had to go around and by the time you circled the couch, he’d already hit the first landing on the stairs, and goddamit, normally you loved his level of athleticism, but not when you were trying to take something back from him like he was a dog who’d run off with the remote.

“Matt!” you shouted from the bottom of the stairs as he spun, now on the second level. “Don’t fucking eat that, I appreciate it, but you don’t—”

Which was when Matt—somehow managing the appearance of direct, aggressive eye contact—promptly shoved the entire goddamn cookie into his mouth.

“Are you serious?” you barked. “Matt—”

Matt stubbornly closed his mouth and chewed, once.

Then abruptly spun around, his back to you.

There was a choked noise, and you snorted as you came up the stairs. “Matt, spit it out.”

Another, more stubborn choked noise, and this time he shuddered. You were pretty sure he was just trying to get it down as fast as possible at this point, and you didn’t blame him.

“You goddamn masochist,” you said affectionately as you reached him, rubbing your hand softly down his shuddering back. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I love you,” he said hoarsely, fervent determination lying beneath, and you managed to spin him just in time to watch him work his throat, forcing down the rest of the holly cookie. He groaned as he did, though he tried to make it sound more like a moan of delight. “It… was amazing, sweetheart.”

And now that you got a better look at him, you slapped a hand over your mouth, holding back your laughter. “Oh God, Matt.”

His lips and tongue were now a bright, vibrant shade of emerald green.

Something he seemed to notice the second you did.

He lurched, his mouth falling open, his hand rising for just a moment as if in instinct to scratch at his tongue. He made a strange, ragged noise, then, one somehow full of both regret and apology.

You caught his chin, leaning in to kiss his cheek in sympathy. “I love you. Thank you for trying. It was a wonderful Christmas gift.”

“I’m sorry,” he grit out, groaning and leaning in to bury his face against your neck, his words garbled as if he hated the taste of his own tongue. “I-I tried. God, I hate green.”

“I know you did.” You kissed his hair beneath the glow of the Christmas tree, and somehow the Christmas lights were even less green than his mouth. And, well, even if your cookies didn’t ever turn out perfect, you’d still come out ahead as long as you had Matt here to try them with you. The reminder made you... a lot less nervous about the whole thing, even if you were hoping to prevent something like this from happening again. “No more holly cookies for either of us.”

“No more holly cookies.”

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eclipian · 22 days ago

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CC Cookie Run Fictive

pt: cc cookie run fictive

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

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Name: Raspberry Mousse Cookie , Raspberry , Mousse , Edmund , Pet , Berry , Harold , Jake

Age: 22

Pronouns: He/Him , Hy/Hym , Hi/Him , Hu/Hum , Ha/Ham , Hx/Hxm , They/Them , Thy/Thym , Thiy/Thim , Thuy/Thum , Thay/Tham , Thxy/Thxm , It/Its , Iz/Izs , Ix/Ixs , Thon/Thons , One/Ones , Xe/Xem , Ze/Zem , Cae/Caer , Ae/Aer , Dae/Daer , Cook/Cookie , Knight/Knights , Fence/Fencing , Rasp/Berry , Mou/Mousse , Ber/Berry

Gender: Holoman , Fox , Strawberry Milk , Gendersource/CRsource , Cookiecharic , Cookiescomfic , Cookiegender , Rasparomic , Gendervaldema , Knighthing

Attraction: Pan , Demirose , Amousse

Other IDs: Baked Faith , Cookierunvesil , Raspberry Scent , Knightdynic

Species: Cookie + Knight Archetrope

Role: Knight , Gatekeeper , Trauma Breaker , Protector

Aesthetics: Adventurecore and Fantasy

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , role , aesthetics

artist credit and artist credit + tag: @bahtive

#build a headmate #build an alter #alter creation #headmate creation #build a system #willogenic #BAH #BAHtive #✦ member #ANTI RQ #ANTI RQ headmate pack

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tdinyomomma · 1 year ago

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The Big Sleep- TDI x Reader story (ch:three)

If you haven’t read: Two

An air horn goes off and Leshawna shoots up, hitting her head. "Ow! It's 7:00 in the morning. Do I look like a farmer to you?" She shouts out the window. I tiredly laugh, yawning. We all get dressed making our way outside.

"Morning! Hope you slept well!" Chris greets us. "Hi Chris, you look really buff in those shorts." Heather feeds into his already major ego, fluffing him up. "I know." He winks, snapping at her. "Okay, I hope you're all ready because your next challenge begins in exactly one minute." Chris taps his wrist. "Oh, excuse me, I don't know if that's enough time to eat breakfast." Owen speaks up, clearly in distress about it. "Oh, you'll get breakfast Owen, right after you complete your 20 kilometer run around the lake." He announces, pointing to the body of water in front of us.

"Oh, so you're funny now?" Eva raises a brow. "You know what I think would be funny-" Geoff and Duncan hold her back from getting at the host of the show who's completely unbothered. "Eva, try to control your temper." Courtney whispers but gets ignored, "You're enjoying this aren't you?" She raises a fist. "A little." Chris admits.

"You have 30 seconds." He taunts, pointing at his watch. I just start walking to the lake, Cody jogs after me. "What?" I ask and he just grins. "Okay... then..."

We get into a line. "Okay, runners! On your mark, get set, go!" Chris yells, I start off with a slight jog, not completely pushing myself here. Cody of course keeps up with me. "You're good at this." He compliments and at this point I just feel like I'm good at everything with how many compliments I'm getting and I do not need to feed into my ego. "So are you, Cory was it?" i know his name but I like messing with people. "Cody, but you can call me Cory. You can call me anything you'd like." Hey says and I mentally curse then run faster. "Hey, wait up!" He calls.

"Pick it up people! If you're not back in time, you don't eat!" Chris yells into a mega phone just like he did on the cliff. Only this time he's driving past us on a moped.

I roll my eyes, running past plenty of others with a bored expression. I was on my school's track team, this is nothing.

Cody and I make it into the lodge with DJ, we all sit together, catching our breaths and cooling down. All of us sat silently to calm down. I throw my head down, waiting for everyone to fill in the lodge. "Clear the table stat!" Owen bursts through the door, holding a knocked out Noah. "Oh, we made it." Leshawna crawls in as Owen is doing compressions on Noah.

"What took you so long?" Courtney snaps at Harold who's gripping onto his chest trying to breathe in and out. "I think I'm having heart palpitations."

"Hey, wait a minute. If they lost that means we won the challenge!" Gwen says, everyone stops what they're doing to cheer, even Noah wakes up from whatever he was in. "Whoa there! Hold your horses, guys. That wasn't the challenge." Chris says.

"What did he just say?" Gwen squinted her eyes, but disappointment was cut short when curtains I didn't even see were there open to a whole buffet table. "Who's hungry?"

"After a whole week of brown sludge, I almost cried when I saw that buffet." Gwen admits.

"And then I saw it, the buffet table. It was beautiful. There was Turkey and Nanaimo bars and baked beans in maple syrup. Could I have a minute?" He then pretends to cry, holding his head.

Everyone ended up stuffing themselves. I got disgusted by all the chewing. I ended up only eating a tiny bit before leaving the lodge. I sat outside until I heard Chris talk about how it's a two part challenge. Some awake-a-thon and being the last one standing wins invincibility.

We're all sat out by the fire and I just feel bored, not even tired. Maybe because I didn't eat as much as everyone else did.

12 hours in, Owen went on about being up but not even seconds later passed out. I laugh, taking out my MP3 Player and earbuds to listen to music but it was really just to eavesdrop or be peaceful.

"The awake-a-thon was definitely the most brutal thing I've ever done in my life." Gwen tiredly tells the camera.

"This is the most boring thing I've ever done in my life." Gwen says.

"So my strategy is to get two campers to form an alliance with me and take to the final three. The only question is, who can I find that is either desperate or dumb enough to do whatever I say?" Heather shares her idea.

Lindsay's now doing a handstand and one of my earbuds is now out of my ear. Because even seeing this I do not understand what this blonde is doing right now. "What are you doing?" Gwen asks her, I thank her mentally because I didn't want to be the one to ask. "Trying to get the blood to rush to my head. I think it's working." She says simply. "Can I try?" Beth excitedly questions. "Sure."

I turn to Leshawna. "I wonder how they're gonna go out." I chuckle and she snorts. "Heather will definitely take care of that." We both quietly laugh.

Cody looks up at me and waves, I do a peace sign back causing him to tiredly grin. "What's going on between you two?" Leshawna giggles, nudging me and I try not my best not to laugh. "He has some stupid crush on me. It'll pass." I wave it off as nothing.

"I know like 4 people that got some stupid crush on that girl. Wouldn't say I'm surprised though. Did you see the way she effortlessly ran today? Amazing." She perks up but then catches what she's saying and then stammers. "I mean... like she literally ran that without breaking a sweat it seemed. That's crazy."

Eva gets up to go to the bathroom. I turn back to Leshawna. "Do you have your eye on anyone?" I play with the string of my ear buds.

"Nah, we ain't here for all that." She was lying. I could tell by the way she holds herself. I raise my eyebrows and she nervously laughs. "I'm serious." I put my hands up in defense. "Okay, okay." I whisper. "What about you?" She brings it back to me, which I should've known was going to happen. I catch myself glancing over to Gwen then over to Heather but I shake my head. "There's definitely some attractive people here but I don't know about crushing." I hum, leaning back on the wood.

Now hitting the 24 hour mark I sat with Gwen, 9 of us awake and 7 of the Killer Bass. Courtney's running in place.

Tyler screams, jolting a few people up. "Congratulations campers. You've made it to the 24 hour mark. Time to take it up a notch." He uncovers a pile of books as Chef was wearing a pink lamb costume and holding a lyre? "Fairy tales."

"Oh he's not serious." Gen says. "I think he is." I roll my eyes and Chris clears his throat, opening a book. "Once upon a time, there was inside this boring kingdom... a boring village. And inside this boring, sleepy village, filled with very boring children who did very boring things..." Next was Chef spreading glitter in a tu-tu dancing ballet.

Dj tied himself straight onto a tree but knocked it down after instantly falling asleep. "Timber!" Gwen yawned.

Now at the 40 hour mark, 4 Killer bass and 7 of us remained. I'm not lying in front of Gwen. My limbs sprawled out. We're five now as Beth and Lindsay pass out.

"Okay, favorite song?" Gwen asks me, and I think for a minute. "Breaking dishes." I stretched then sat up. "Favorite color?" I ask. "Midnight blue, yours?"

"The rainbow, I couldn't pick any color then the others would be left out." I rant a little bit and Gwen awes at my answer right before yawning. I sprung into slight action, getting onto my knees and ankles shaking her jokingly. "Don't fall asleep. Okay, quick. Favorite movie moment?" I question her.

"You're gonna think it's cheesy." She says and I chuckle. "I might but hey mine's probably stupid." I assure her... kind of. "You might?" She laughs, "I gotta be honest." I smile as we both calm our laughter. "But seriously, no judgment here." I put my pinky up and she links hers with mine. "Okay, the kiss at the end of that road-trip movie. You know the one with the guy and the three girls?" My jaw drops. "Really? I love that movie." I gasp, grabbing onto one of her hands. "No way, people always call that movie stupid." And as I went to say something in response a naked, sleepwalking Owen walked in front of us.

Our eyes widen sharply before following over to see his clothes laid out on the ground.

"Did I mention that I ate the entire dish of baked beans and maple syrup? Funny thing about baked beans, they make me sleepwalk." He awkwardly informs the audience.

Gwen was now laying on her stomach as I stayed sitting up. "Wow, they sleep together too." I laugh and she tiredly smiles. "Even though this is to go all the way to just one person I hope we make it to the end together." Gwen yawns, I stare up at the sky humming in agreement. But if I'm being truly honest I know I can't get too attached to anyone. At the end of the day this is 100,000 dollars on the line.

Now we're both watching the stars, laying flat on the ground, her pinky linked with mine. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah, it's weird but I think I'm so tired that I'm not tired anymore. Does that make sense?" She explains, I yawn once again causing her to yawn too. "Definitely, but we can get through this. Think of how good not being eliminated will feel." I remind her. "True."

We then look for constellations again and really I'm just listening to her talk. It was quite soothing but as I'm listening I look around at the others. I notice Heather alone and staring at me. Since she's so tired her reflexes were slow so I caught it before she looked away. I smile to myself. "You still there, [Name]?" Gwen wiggles her pinky and I chuckle. "I'm right here." I assure her.

At 51 hours Gwen and I are now standing and watching Justin not moving, in some weird pose. "Look at him, he's like a statue. He hasn't moved in over 50 hours." Gwen points out and we both yell at him, making random noises but he doesn't even falter. "Amazing, look at the concentration." She compliments but I stare at him closely, rubbing the back of my neck once I realize his eyes are painted. "Aren't his eyes blue? Like menacingly blue?" I quiz, waving a hand in his face but Gwen actually pokes him in the cheek. His head shakes and his real eyes open. We both gasp. "

"His eyelids are painted, I saw it!" Eva calls. "Shut up! Oh, I've got to see this." Chris laughs, sprinting to Justin who smiles nervously, knowing he's just been caught. "That is so freaking cool," Chris admits. "But you're still out, dude." He walks away, the model slumps sadly.

Hours pass, hitting 84 and I don't even understand how we're making it this far. It's all worth it though to see Noah spooning Cody, kissing his ear. The two wake up screaming.

Now it's up to Gwen, Heather, Trent and I. "i'd kill for a coffee right now." Gwen tells us, I nod bringing my knees to my chest. I sat in front of Heather, besides Gwen. "What is the matter with you people?" Chris comes up to us with a coffee in hand, sipping it quite loudly. "Come on, fall asleep already," He whines.

Gwen crawls to his knees. "You gotta hook me up man. I'll even eat the grinds." She pleads with the annoying host. "All right, you six stay with me. The rest of you go and get a shower, for heaven's sake you stink!" He orders the losers and I sigh wishing I was them right about now.

"I didn't want it to come to this. I said that to Chef Hatchet last night. I said, "Chef, I don't want it to come to this." But darn it, these campers are tough. And so I've come up with the most boring, sleep inducing activity I can find." Chris announces to the camera or the audience- whatever. I'm too tired to think.

"Oh, Come on. What now? Okay, you know what? Bring it on." Gwen places her hands on her hips.

"The history of Canada." The red covered book pops open. "A pop up book." It was a beaver. "Chapter on: The Beaver, national symbol and a "dam" fine hat." He reads, we all groan but I can feel my sleepiness really kick in. Eva fell asleep and so did Heather.

Trent starts to fall back, Gwen and I try to save him but it is too late. "Damn." I shake my head.

"Time for a bathroom break. Any takers?" He asks us three.

"I've held it this long, Mouse and Sweetheart." I wince as he holds himself. "I can go all day." He tells us. "Yeah but can you hold it for ten more chapters?" Gwen Crosses her arms. That gets him to get up and make his way to the bathroom. "You've got 5 minutes." Chris tells the bad teen. "Long as you don't mind a little company." Chris adds the last part. "Fine but stay out of the stall." Duncan snaps at the camera man who nods his head.

Gwen and I sit down and she sighs. "I don't know how much longer I can do this." She groans. "Keep it up, Gwenny. You got this." I rub her arm and her face turns pink. "You too."

A cameraman gives Chris a paper. "We have news! It looks like Duncan's taken a dive on the can, which means the official winners of the awake-a-thon are Gwen-" She goes to fall face first to the ground but I catch her, bringing her up into my arms. "And [Name]!"

"The Screaming Gophers win!" Chris holds up our weak hands.

I stand up, throwing Gwen over my shoulder and carrying her to our cabin with as much strength as I can muster. Gripping onto the railing to steady myself up the stairs as she's knocked out cold. I whimper up the final stair, bursting in through the door and lying her down on her bunk before I end up collapsing on the ground, instantly falling asleep on the hardwood floor.

Four

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mostlysignssomeportents · 4 months ago

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This day in history

Support me this summer on the Clarion Write-A-Thon and help raise money for the Clarion Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers' Workshop!

#20yrsago Doonesbury to be dropped for being “too controversial” https://web.archive.org/web/20040723071326/https://www.editorandpublisher.com/eandp/news/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1000581723

#20yrsago Secret Swing visit report https://web.archive.org/web/20040725050428/http://candycritic.bravejournal.com/entry/4178

#20yrsago Game developer: the real pirates are my publishers http://draginol.joeuser.com/article/21895

#20yrsago Imagineering head on Tiki Room rehab https://web.archive.org/web/20040806155355/http://www.laughingplace.com/default.asp?WCI=MsgBoard&WCE=T-51032-P-1&Refresh=0721171722

#20yrsago In-game product placement’s dystopian future https://terranova.blogs.com/terra_nova/2004/07/oh_great.html

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#15yrsago Last Galapagos Pinta turtle finally knocks up a mate’s eggs https://web.archive.org/web/20090725192130/http://scienceray.com/earth-sciences/paleontology/lonesome-george-to-finally-be-a-father/

#15yrsago Photographer who shot demolition of flyover arrested for terrorism https://web.archive.org/web/20090713000304/http://monaxle.com/2009/07/08/section-44-in-chatham-high-street/

#15yrsago New ebook publisher from publishing veterans with novel ideas https://web.archive.org/web/20090715095849/http://www.crainsnewyork.com/article/20090712/SMALLBIZ/307129981

#10yrsago Ocala, FL criminalizes sagging pants https://web.archive.org/web/20140723182151/https://www.wftv.com/news/news/local/ocala-bans-sagging-pants-city-owned-property/nghFj/

#10yrsago Infamous SF “eviction” lawfirm abuses DMCA to censor video of protest https://web.archive.org/web/20140723193431/http://sfappeal.com/2014/07/infamous-sf-eviction-lawyers-use-dmca-claim-to-silence-protest-video/

#10yrsago UOregon police kept a “Eat a Bowl of Dicks List” for their enemies https://www.techdirt.com/2014/07/21/cops-wrong-firing-lawsuit-leads-to-public-release-vulgarly-titled-enemies-list/

#10yrsago California Highway Patrol seize medical records of woman beaten by cop https://www.techdirt.com/2014/07/21/california-highway-patrol-seizes-medical-records-woman-officer-was-caught-tape-beating/

#10yrsago Florida principal broke rules by cancelling summer read of Little Brother https://www.pnj.com/story/news/education/2014/07/21/thomas-policy-followed-little-brother-dispute/12957445/

#5yrsago Podcast: Adversarial Interoperability is Judo for Network Effects https://ia903006.us.archive.org/6/items/Cory_Doctorow_Podcast_304/Cory_Doctorow_Podcast_304_-_Adversarial_Interoperability_is_Judo_for_Network_Effects.mp3

#5yrsago Violent mobs of alleged Triad gangsters dole out savage beatings to Hong Kong democracy protesters, cops nowhere to be found https://globalvoices.org/2019/07/22/armed-mobs-attack-anti-extradition-protesters-in-a-suburban-hong-kong-subway-station/

#5yrsago FBI agent describes finding “Frankensteins” and a “cooler full of penises” at an unregulated Arizona body-donation center https://www.azcentral.com/story/news/local/arizona-health/2019/07/19/cooler-penises-frankenstein-head-found-phoenix-body-donation-company/1720254001/

#5yrsago Nebraska Weather Service commemorates climate emergency by baking biscuits inside a hot car https://twitter.com/NWSOmaha/status/1151879325257535488

#5yrsago Louvre purges every mention of the Sackler opioid family after artist’s protest https://www.france24.com/en/20190721-sackler-name-removed-louvre-opioid-crisis-france?ref=tw_i

#5yrsago Elizabeth Warren’s banking proposals are designed to demolish the private equity sector and force finance to serve the people https://thereformedbroker.com/2019/07/21/elizabeth-warrens-banking-sector-napalm/

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witchyfashion · 10 days ago

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merryfortune · 3 months ago

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Sweet Sixteen (and never been kissed)

Written for the Rarest of Rare Pairs Fic-a-Thon on Dreamwidth

Prompt: Any: Any/Any - Milestone birthday

Title: Sweet Sixteen (and never been kissed)

Ship: Genny/Mae

Fandom: Fire Emblem Shadow of Valentia

Word Count: 2,356

Rating: T

Warning: None

Tags: Post-Canon, First Kiss, Sexual Experimentation, Established Alm/Celica

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Genny, happy birthday to you.”

Genny blushed brightly, red as a sunset, as she was made the centre of attention of her friends. She couldn't believe it. Her, little old Genny, was being made this big a fuss of… It warmed her heart even if she was practically incandescent with disbelief.

She wasn't expecting much, honestly. Her life had become so humdrum since after the war that she didn't think much of it when her birthday rolled around on the calendar but now. She was thrilled. She couldn’t have been happier with this surprise that Mae and Boey had in store for her.

What an honour it was to have Celica and Alm travel all this way just to see her. Truly, Genny could not think of a greater present than the presence of all her friends, near and far. None of them ever strayed from her thoughts or her prayers. The camaraderie fostered during the war, oh, it did not fade even though it had now been twelve months (and a bit, to account for Genny’s birthday, haha) since the conclusion of it.

Genny couldn’t have wanted for anything. Perhaps a small meal which was especially delicious, like with extra herbs and spices followed by a course of the sweetest dessert but this was even better.

“Thank you,” she said, heart overwhelmed and her eyes filled with grateful tears, “thank you all.”

“Our pleasure, Genny.” Celica said, consoling her and stroking her shoulder.

“Yeah, happy birthday, Gen.” Alm added, beaming.

Genny nodded vigorously.

“C’mon, let’s eat cake!” Mae cheered.

“That sounds delicious.” Genny agreed.

She got lost in the atmosphere. She didn’t believe that the Novis Priory had ever been so happy than right now. She certainly didn’t think she had been as she was made the centre of attention. Celica cut her a piece of cake and Alm assisted in handing out more slices amongst himself and their friends.

The cake was vanilla with buttercream frosting, it was decorated with the zest from citrus fruits. It was baked to perfection and got only praise as people happily chowed down on it, not even leaving crumbs.

Genny observed from her throne as the birthday girl. She felt she had grown up a lot since last year. So much had changed but this was easily her most favourite as it was so joyous to be celebrated amid such wonderful company. Alm and Celica, ever a pair of lovebirds, teased and fed each other. Mae and Boey engaged in open-ended conversation, allowing anyone to jump in or out of the topic of banter. It was easy-going until… It wasn’t.

“So?” Mae piped up. “Sweet sixteen an’ all that, have you ever been kissed, Mae?”

“Huh? Me?” Genny chirped as Mae elbowed her playfully in the ribs.

When? Where? With who? Genny blushed at her own expense as Mae laughed. Her teeth chattered as she managed to muster a reply for Mae.

“N-No, never.” Genny confessed.

“Aw, that makes sense.” Mae jeered, without a shred of malice in her heart nor her voice. “Genny is sweet sixteen and never been kissed!”

“Oh, don’t be mean, Mae.” Celica scolded her. “It’ll happen when Genny is ready.

“Y-Yeah, exactly.” Genny agreed but…

She wished otherwise.

Genny had her head in the clouds and her nose in the pages of all sorts of books. Some romantic and some racy, a lot of them including some kind of true love’s kiss between adventurers, whether it was on the high seas or in the rollicking plains. Genny loved all things wilder than her curly hair.

So of course she had wondered when she would be ready. When it would be. Who it would be with and why. She had dozens upon dozens of ideas and fantasies but that’s all they were. Fleeting flights of fancy with imaginary figures and other figments of her whims. She wished it wasn’t so but look at her.

Even after her time abroad, she had developed much in character and yet, she blushed ever so virginally at being teased that she was sixteen and had never been kissed.

Celica hummed, “It didn’t happen for Alm or I until we were seventeen, so cheer up, dear.”

“Thank you, Celica.” Genny murmured.

It was so easy to mistake the two year age difference between them as a gulf much wider. Genny felt ever so immature next to the mature, graceful elegance of a princess.

“Ah, sorry, Genny, I, uh, didn’t mean to touch a nerve.” Mae piped up awkwardly.

“Oh, you didn’t, don’t worry.” Genny tried to assure her but the damage had been done. It was too late now.

The party’s rhythm was turned off kilter but that little remark. The conversation moseyed elsewhere and yet, the atmosphere never quite recovered from the din caused by that little moment in between them. They caught up, shared new stories and reminisced over old ones until it was time for Alm and Celica to retire for the night.

Though Novis Priory was Celica’s old haunt, she and Alm preferred the idea of being coupled up and to share a bed at an inn rather than sleep together somewhere it would be technically taboo. Even kings and queens were not exempt from the nannying of priests and nuns who thought any contact between anyone would result in an illegitimate pregnancy.

“See you later, sweet dreams!” Mae farewelled Alm and Celica boisterously.

“Uroo.” Boey piped up lazily, waving them goodbye as well.

“Thank you for coming!” Genny added. “I really, really appreciate your company for my birthday.”

“Our pleasure, sweet dreams to all of you as well.” Celica said. “Let’s catch up some more before Alm and I have to return to the mainland.”

“Sounds great.” Mae agreed.

“See you then.” Alm said as the finale of their looping goodbyes.

They could have gone around and around in circles, not yet ready to say goodbye but all getting on with how weary they were. It was late, still enough to see by starlight but the moon seemed to want to lull them to sleep. Though the clean-up of plates and cutlery loomed at the back of their minds.

Together, hand in hand, Alm and Celica walked off. Once out of earshot, Boey let out the yawn he had clearly been holding in.

“See you two tomorrow, yeah?” he said. “I wanna hit the hay.” His voice was distorted by how sleepy he sounded.

“Yes, of course, see you tomorrow.” Genny said.

“And leave us with the clean up?” Mae exclaimed. “On Genny’s birthday?!”

Boey laughed deviously as he walked away, towards the men’s dormitory. He didn’t have a care in the world. He was tired. Mae pouted and stamped her foot.

“I don’t mind, Mae.” Genny said. “We can have our own special, secret after-party before we go to bed as well. We should at least put things away to soak.”

“Hm…” Mae didn’t sound convinced but she wasn’t going to leave Genny alone on her birthday to do chores. Especially this late at night.

Though Mae’s remarks from earlier lingered in the backs of both their minds. Even though Genny was being friendly, they couldn’t find a topic of conversation without their other three friends around. They hurried to stack plates, to place them in the sink overnight. It wasn’t that hard and yet, they overlapped and trod on toes.

“Ugh, I’m sorry.” Mae groaned.

“For what?” Genny asked, blinking owlishly.

She was caught in a moonbeam, she could feel its shaft of soft light in her eyes. The window was over the sink and they stepped away, back into the den which was still lit by one oil lamp.

“For being a pain.” Mae confessed.

They sat down together. The room once host to their celebration, seemed a whole lot more empty without everyone else. The shadows turned the room gooey in the corners as night descended. Even the mice had gone to bed at this hour.

“What?” Genny gasped. “You're not a pain at all.”

“Yeah I am.” Mae sighed. “I get in the way, I say things I don’t mean. Like earlier.” Oh. They were finally addressing it. Genny’s heart throbbed in her chest. “If I hurt your feelings, you can say so, Genny, I won’t get mad.”

“Really, Mae, I wasn’t hurt by your words. It's true. I’m sweet sixteen and have never been kissed. It's an accurate statement.” Genny said.

“You're a good sport, Genny.” Mae smiled.

“Though, um, I would like to be kissed one day but Celica’s right. It’ll happen when it happens but I do wish fate would hurry up because I’m ready.”

“You are? But you seemed so embarrassed earlier.” Mae exclaimed.

Genny fidgetted guiltily, “Embarassed by how much I want to be kissed.”

“Oh.” Mae murmured and neither had anything to say to that.

Not immediately anyway. Together, they sat with Genny’s statement and digested it. The room swirled with a draught as the silence settled between them. Genny couldn’t believe she had admitted it but it was true. Even if she and Mae weren’t having this deep and meaningful so late at night, she would be pondering her various fantasies of the who, what, when, where, and why of the story of her hypothetical first kiss.

As for Mae…

She came to a different conclusion. A derisive action, something she could say as compared to Genny who stewed with all her wanting with very little more than bluster to go with it.

Mae swallowed thickly, “Would…” she piped up.

Genny glanced at her, “Would… what?” she echoed.

“Would you ever consider me for your first kiss?” Mae blurted out. She straightened her back and couldn’t meet Genny in the eye but.

Genny could feel how curious she was pouring off herself in response to Mae’s question. Her heart began to race, she could hear her blood drone in her ears as she got ever so excited by the proposition.

“You know, like, just to try it. To get it over and done with. I know we already got you a couple presents, like Celica and Alm visiting, the cake, but y’know, it's the least I can do since I was teasing you and you really wanna be kissed but maybe not by me-”

“I’d love to.” Genny cut through Mae’s increasingly manic rambling.

“Eh?” Mae stopped in her tracks. Completely and utterly abruptly.

“Thank you for offering.” Genny said. “N-No one has ever asked to kiss me before so I would love to.”

Mae thawed out from her previous pause, she smiled a most relieved smile. Only for her lips to twitch with nervousness. She swallowed.

“I, um, didn’t expect you to say yes.” Mae murmured.

Genny tilted her head slightly, “Mae…” she began, inquisitive. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

“Uh, yeah, duh, of course.” Mae replied but her voice was taut and unconvincing.

“You haven’t, have you?” Genny giggled.

“No… I’ve come close but it just didn’t feel right to do it with, um, Boey.” Mae confessed.

“But it feels right to do so with me?” Genny asked.

“Amazingly, yeah.” Mae shrugged. “I don’t know why but it does.”

“Okay.” Genny replied.

She scooted in closer to Mae, the heels of the wooden chair she was sitting on screeched against the cobblestone floor. Mae nodded and she did the same. The noises seemed so much louder than during the day, when they weren’t trying to wake or disturb anyone. The nervousness between them continued to build. It was sweet yet electrifying.

“Are you ready?” Genny whispered.

“Yes, are you?” Mae asked in reply.

“Mmhm.” Genny mumbled.

Well. That was that. Now or never. To get it over and done with for both of them. It was nerve-wracking but exciting. They adjusted to one another, maybe too much sometimes then not enough. They got closer and closer, Genny closed her eyes and she became so much more heightened to the physicality of Mae. From the scent of her, the warmth of her breath, she was so lovely.

Their lips connected and Genny heard a slightly whistle from Mae’s mouth as they eased into the kiss. The pressure of both how much was too much versus not enough, the sensation of skin to skin, it was soft and vaguely tasting of the vanilla and orange cake they had shared over dessert. There was so much for Genny to savour as she had her breath stolen away in awe of how much she enjoyed the pleasure of her first kiss.

She hoped it was much the same for Mae. A small worry of her own performance niggled in the back of Genny’s mind as they kissed. Then kissed some more. No tongue, of course, that seemed too much too soon, a mutual understanding which had come to the conclusion through near imperceptible body language.

Their first kiss could have lasted all of eternity but there was a subtle change. Okay, that was enough, I need to breathe. The way they disjointed from one another left yearning in the wake as they ended their first kiss.

Genny reared back and placed her hands in her lap. She bunched up the fabric of her dress as she smiled, glowing with appreciation in the dim light of the flickering lamp and the minimal moonlight. She glanced at Mae who had raised her hands to her lips and to her chest, over her heart as though to quell its beating.

“That was… wow.” Genny murmured. “Thank you.”

“Ah, you're welcome.” Mae replied. “Happy birthday, once again, by the way.”

The grandfather clock down the hall struck midnight just in time for Mae to have gotten in one well last well-wishing before Genny could reply. The noise all but boomed across the rocky floors and wooden walls of the priory. Genny shivered but recovered with a smile.

“Thank you, Mae, it’s… it's nice, to be sweet sixteen and finally kissed.” Genny remarked.

“I can say the same thing about being eighteen and finally kissed.” Mae replied.

#femslash #rarest of rare pairs ficathon #fire emblem shadows of valentia #mae (fire emblem)#genny (fire emblem)#mae x genny #genny x mae #writing tag #sweet sixteen (and never been kissed)#oops was meant to queue/schedule this but oh well

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ask-kaufmotheclown · 1 year ago

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can we have someeee jokes about snakes?

What do you call a snake that can bake?

A PIE-thon!!!

*smiling, proud of his joke*

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Double Chocolate Chip Peanut Butter Cookies

Made a double-batch, enough to give neighbors a dozen each and have a pile left for us, and for kiddo & mom.

I kinda winged it on the recipe, which I think I’ve posted a variation of somewhere this past year or two Secret is in the right combo of different fats, sugars and the VANILLA EXTRACT, and using the correct amount of baking soda for the end product I wanted, which this time was softly chewy, spread out evenly, with a mouthful of chocolate chips in every bite.

I will have to sit and think now how much of what I put in this batch, but I think I hit the soft-chewy spot I was aimin’ for.

Even my “baker’s son” roommate says they’re addictive.

So here is how I made ‘em:

Oven @ 375º

In your stand mixer bowl, toss, softened to room temp, the following: 3/4 cup salted butter 3/4 cup worth of a regular Crisco Baking Stick 2 cups brown sugar 2 cups granulated sugar 4 teaspoons Baking Soda 3 teaspoons high-quality organic Vanilla Extract. Don’t scrimp; get the best you can. 1 teaspoon kosher salt

4 eggs

Put your paddle attachment on and let all that get nice and creamed-together.

Now leave the mixer running, and add 4 eggs, 1 at a time, allowing about 20 seconds between.

Once it has started to look like it has incorporated the eggs, dump in 1 1/2 cups Laura Scudder’s Chunky stir-up peanut butter, into which you’ve stirred an extra half teaspoon or so of kosher salt.

Once the peanut butter has been incorporated, now it’s simply down to adding (a cup at a time while the mixer runs) just enough flour to make a good, stout dough. With these proportions, I’d say between 4 and 5 cups, maybe. It depends on your individual ingredients as to whether or not you’ll need more or less flour. Don’t use too much!

Now that you’ve got a righteous cookie dough in that mixer, dump in one whole bag of MILK Chocolate Chips, and one whole bag of WHITE chocolate (I know, I know…stfu) Chips. It’s this combo that delivers this insane signal to your brain’s foodgasm center.

I thought about it, and that’s due to using really good vanilla, and also the “white chocolate” chips helped give an added vanilla-ish twist. If you wanna go dark, go dark…that’s up to you, but the combo of the milk/white hits the right buttons hard.

Now, here comes the hard part: once you’ve got the chips incorporated (and it will look ridiculous so goddamn many chips), cover it with plastic, seal it from the fridge smells, and LEAVE IT IN THE FRIDGE OVER FUCKING NIGHT.

Yes. Now, the next day when you’re ready to do a bake-a-thon relay with your two prized half-sheet pans, you’ll be whipping out probably between 6 and 7 dozen of these puppies, a dozen per tray. One pan out, the other in. And use This One Cool Trick: Once you take the baked cookies off the sheet pan, wipe the pan down to get any sugar left on it, and toss it in your freezer for 5 minutes. Take it out and get your balls made/tossed and crisscrossed.

SO: Oven at Tree Fiddy.

Form that dough into about 1 to 1 1/2 inch balls, and toss ‘em in a wide, flat, bowl of granulated sugar until they are thoroughly coated with sugar. Place three wide x four long, a dozen at a time, on your pan, and criss-cross ‘em with a fork, for old time’s sake.

Now, bake for EXACTLY TWELVE MINUTES.

You will make the next pan up while this one bakes.

Let the baked cookies sit in the sheet pan for about four minutes, and they should deflate and become their soft and chewy, lumpy selves. Grab your thinnest spatula to get the cookies from sheet pan to the wire cooling racks.

These should be flattened nicely, and chewy…like the picture!

Y’all enjoy!

ptsd

#baking #cookies #chocolate #peanute butter chocolate chip #double chocolate

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danpuff-ao3 · 2 years ago

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Magnificent Maddy, beautiful @thebooktopus, sweet special someone...here's to you!

Maddy started this excellent month last year, so it seems only right I start with her this year! All the effort and LOVE Maddy put into her posts last year? Incredible. I checked every day, so excited to see who she would talk about. I ended up following several new people last year thanks to her, and checking out many new stories (even for ships and tropes I don't normally read!) And I walked away with many new friends!

Following March last year, I was deep in Snarry-a-Thon hell, having actual meltdowns trying to write Contempt. Listen, I'm a mess on a good day, especially when writing, but never more so than writing Contempt! And when I was sobbing and second-guessing myself, Maddy was one of the lovely humans who offered to look at my draft for me and who encouraged me to keep going. Truly, I have no idea what I would have done without her and others' help! My poor precious fic would have ended up in the trash, if not my whole laptop on fire! Her time and care meant so much to me then and is still so special to me now, knowing how important her help was in finishing a work I love so much.

There is such goodness in Maddy's heart, and her generosity and kindness are so inspiring and incredible. She has been an absolute sweetheart! Of course, Maddy is more than just the love she gives. She is a creator in her own right! So many goodies she's made, a variety of ships and stories! I've specially selected FIVE to recommend to you! And if you can, please be sure to leave Maddy some love!

Galaxies in Their Eyes

Ginny/Luna. Rated: T. Words: 350. Trans Luna. Self-acceptance. Love. Affection.

This moment exists for Luna and Ginny together, here and now, and across all of the galaxies.

I Fell Heavy Into Your Arms

James Sirius/Teddy. Rated: E. Words: 15,638. Secret relationship. Falling in love. Minor Scorbus. Fluff & smut. Next Gen Fest 2022.

James has moved home, and he's all grown up. Teddy takes notice.

Or: how James and Teddy tried to keep their hands off each other in the lead-up to Albus and Scorpius' wedding and didn't exactly succeed.

I Wanna Be On You

Draco/Harry. Rated: E. Words: 6,565. Roommates. Friends to lovers. Fluff & smut. H/D Wireless 2022.

What is it about Draco singing off-key in their kitchen that pushes Harry to admit his feelings? One thoughtful act between roommates that leads to so much more.

Life After Quidditch

Marcus/Oliver. Rated: E. Words: 11,000. Enemies to lovers. Injuries. Minor Drarry. Minor Ginsy. Charity auctions. Fluff and smut. Wood You Rather 2022.

After a career-ending injury, Oliver Wood is forced to take an early retirement. And what does early retirement look like for famous Quidditch players? The charity circuit. Galas, bake sales, auctions—you name it, Oliver’s agent had signed him up for it.

Oliver didn’t know what to expect from this new life, but it certainly wasn’t Marcus Flint popping up at every turn. Or for him to be friendly and welcoming, unwilling to let Oliver stew in his self-loathing. Or for him to look so good in yoga pants. Or to fall for the git.

Space Girl

Ginny/Luna. Rated: M. Words: 350. Love-letters. Kinkuary 2022. Face-sitting.

You, my love, my moon. I worry sometimes that you are just an interloper here, destined again someday for the stars. People comment that your head is in the clouds, but I know the truth: it’s the whole of you up there, floating around, unbothered and ungoverned by the laws of this world.

Oh, also, can't forget last year's Mutuals March Masterlist!

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

#mutuals march #maddy #booktopus #drarry #linny #flintwood #jeddy #fic recs

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inevitably-johnlocked · 1 year ago

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Hi, I love love love cuddling, hand holding and kissing before being in a relationship, got any more, please 🙏

Hi Lovely!!

Ah, I don't have a lot of new fics to add, but I need a list for this weekend, so here you are!! Not EXACTLY what you're looking for but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway :)

HUGS, CUDDLES AND KISSES Pt 7