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streakyglasses · 29 days ago

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So I have another prompt…well idea. Stris getting a dog - so a Stris friend of mine and I have talked a lot about this lol. We also have their children named 😆 but first, I think they need a dog. I just imagine them talking about the next step in their relationship, adding a member to their family, aka a dog 🥺 thank you for all your amazing little stories, I adore every one of them!

Hello! I’m absolutely in love with the idea of them getting a dog (if that isn’t obvious). thank you for sharing this—it was an absolute joy to write! i feel like I got to stretch writing muscles/explore aspects of their relationship that I hadn’t before. + calling back to some earlier moments & hopefully injecting enough fluff to keep us all warm through winter lol! thank you for all your support & being a part of this lil community 🩵✨

read under the cut (will be on ao3/fun later)

Things are perfect. It took time, sure, but they are. Fulfilling jobs. A small one-bedroom apartment that’s distinctly theirs. Pictures lining the walls and two backpacks hung next to the door. Hiking and food trucks every other Sunday without fail. Boredom and adventure in equal measure that blend into the only thing either of them ever wanted: security with someone else.

On the days they both get the evening off, they usually end up in the kitchen. She teaches him family recipes in exchange for the comfort meals he’s picked up along the way. Her laugh echoes off the cabinets when he wraps his arms around her from the back, taking in a deep breath of the delicious, crispy chicken that’s cooking away on the stove. She finds his cheek without looking, easy after they’ve done this dance so many times, and turns just enough to steal a kiss before clicking the stove off.

“Bowls, please,” she smiles. Making a dramatic show of having to let her go, Street gets them down and carries them to the couch once they’re full.

She brings the drinks and napkins. With an already-queued baking show ready to go, she throws her feet in his lap and they dig in. It’s perfect.

And it’s exactly the situation they find themselves in just after Halloween. Chris’s stomach is full from her burger but alive with excitement as she draws her feet back into her own space, the question that’s been on her mind all day finally about to see the light. A dissatisfied noise escapes Street, pausing the tv without a second thought, and he turns to look at her. He smiles the second he sees her smile, heart jumping at how lucky he is that she chose him.

“You’re up to something,” he comments and narrows his eyes. She rolls hers. Glancing at his hands, she leans forward and grabs one.

“I’ve been thinking,” she starts. “How would you feel about getting a dog?”

Street freezes. He races through every recent memory to figure out where he missed her bringing this up before now, but comes up short. The familiar pressure of her squeezing his hand brings him back to her wide, sparkling eyes. He doesn’t know if she knows that she’s biting her bottom lip, or that she could ask him for anything while making that face and he’d find it for her. So all the questions about when and why and how melt away like ice in July.

“Okay.”

“Really?” Chris lights up brighter than the sun. Thumb running over her knuckles out of habit, he nods with a soft laugh.

“Did you think I was going to say no?”

“I thought you were going to have questions. To want to talk about it.”

“I do,” he says, tugging her back to him, all the way onto his lap. “But I figure the answer is going to be yes, so we might as well start there and now we can do all the logistics.”

Settling into him, she splays her hand over his chest and breathes in his woodsy detergent.

“I love you,” she smiles, features soft. He cuts her off to murmur it back. Pink crawls up her neck and dusts her cheeks. “And, it’s time we got a new family member. I haven’t had a dog since Champ.”

Understanding and admiration swirl in his eyes when he looks down at her and then kisses her forehead. The few memories he has of Champ, and the poignant one of her after he passed, are as vivid now as when it happened. He holds her closer.

“I know how much he meant to you. What breed are you thinking? Another shepherd?”

“Yeah, actually.” She blinks back the tears forming at the thought of her old partner, waving off his concern. “I’m in a group with a bunch of other K9 handlers. Cop named Andrew is looking to home a three year old named Jasper. He was shot during a raid, and the damage is too much to reinstate him, but he’s fully recovered and mobile.”

“Do you have a picture?”

Eyebrows furrowing, Chris reaches for her phone and pulls one up of a dog sitting in the grass, his head cocked to the side and a large bone at his feet.

“Looks like a perfect addition.” Street says, a warmth curling in his stomach that he only feels in moments alone with Chris. “When would we get him?”

“The end of the week. That’ll give us enough time to get everything, and for me to get in touch about any special needs or upcoming shots. If Friday works for you?”

“That it does; twenty’s off on Friday.”

Giddiness up to her ears, she hugs him as tightly as she can, able to feel his heartbeat through her bones. He holds her just as tight.

“What about days were both working?” Street asks, softer, mind spinning with all the new questions and possibilities. She shrugs as if she’s already thought this all through, and he realizes she definitely has.

“He’ll come to the safe house with me. It’ll be good to have an extra set of eyes, he’s already trained, and I hope the girls will feel more secure knowing he’s there, too. Plus, I’m going to teach him some emotional support techniques.”

“That’s amazing. You’re amazing.”

“Remember that when he’s lying on your side of the bed.” She jokes, scratching his neck lightly and feeling his muscles jump under her touch.

“Can’t be much different than you lying on my side all the time.”

“Please, you love it.”

“Never said I didn’t.”

He gives her that cocky grin and she swats at his chest, but he catches her hand. The sun is starting to set, casting them in a golden glow. His eyes trace over their space.

“I see a bed in the corner,” he whispers to her, breath rustling her hair. “Toy basket next to the TV stand. Leash next to our keys. Food bowl…”

“At the end of the island.” Chris joins him, more content than she’s ever been. “And another basket of toys in the bedroom.”

“Did you spoil Champ like that?” He sounds like he doesn’t believe her, and she laughs.

“I did. He took care of me, saved my life. Least I could do was make sure he had a lot of toys and bones. We’d usually end up on the couch together after shift; he loved to watch remodeling shows with me.”

Street’s heart swells at the love in her voice. He sees her through his lashes and savors knowing he’ll have the rest of forever with someone as kind and passionate as her. Feeling his gaze, she glances up, too, and it’s easy to see that it’s mutual.

“I always wanted a dog.” He starts. “Obviously my parents never had one—thank God for that.”

She snuggles closer, pulls a blanket over them to burrow up underneath in a tangle of limbs.

“Did any of your foster homes ever have one?”

“A few. I was never there long enough to really learn how to take care of ‘em, though. Duke was really my first dog, if you can count that.”

“Please, I count Duke as one of mine for how much I see him.”

“And to think of all those times Luca almost walked in on us, you were really just there for Duke.”

A full body laugh rolls through her, and it isn’t long before they’re both dissolved into the fit. Only once her breath catches and she feels the imminent threat of a hiccup attack does she rein herself in. They collect the blanket and readjust, but the buzz stays in the air.

“Champ was my first dog, too, you know. Guess that makes Duke my second.”

“Really? I’d’ve thought you had at least one or two growing up.”

“No,” she shakes her head. “Five kids and four adults— we could barely see the floor growing up. And then Sarzo worked full time and Helena had her hands full with me and Tomas.”

“So…”

“A few of my cousins had dogs as kids. And in high school we had to do volunteer work and one of the approved places was a shelter. I loved getting to walk the dogs, train ‘em. I knew I wanted to be a cop but it really solidified my choice to go into K9 right away. Felt like I spoke their language more than all the ‘good old boys.’”

He drops a tender kiss on her forehead, picturing a younger Chris cuddled on her couch with Champ and remembering all the times she’d train Duke when she came over.

“Looks like we’re both taking some big steps then; I’m excited. Who would’ve thought six years ago…”

Narrowing her eyes, the memory dawns on her in a slow vignette, and she lets out a stunted, surprised laugh.

“I can’t believe you remember that.”

“How could I not?” Street counters. “‘I like dogs. Not dawgs.’ How things have changed.”

“Uh, no.” She pats his chest as if to offer her sympathy. “That still stands. You just no longer fit the description. Lucky for me.”

Her voice has barely dropped but he senses the change within it, too. A slight raspiness clouding the sentimental of the past with everything of the present. Who is he to stop them when things are perfect?

“Thank God for that.” He matches her tone. Capturing her mouth in a deeper kiss, her chest rises to meet him. Salt lingers on his lips that she takes her time savoring with her tongue as she maneuvers to straddle his lap.

“Hey. Hey, wait,” he gets out around heavy breaths. She pulls back, supported by his hands on the small of her back, a question on her face. “Is Jasper trained in German?”

“Yes? Why—right now?”

“Looks like I’ll need a teacher then.”

Street smirks something deliciously evil, and Chris has never backed down from a challenge. Her laugh is softer but no less intense, and she murmurs her answer into the corner of his mouth after another kiss.

“Good thing you’ve got me then.”

Hands snaking under his shirt and up his chest, it lands on the coffee table and her voice lands near his ear, low and hot.

“You need a teacher for this, too?”

“This?” He whispers, lust speeding through the barriers in him, spurred on by something primal that puts her shirt on the floor, behind the couch. Her legs wrap around him instinctively when he stands, one arm under her thighs while the other stays square on her back. “No, I’ve got this.” ————————————————————————As it turns out, perfect isn’t a ceiling to reach, it’s a home they build. Friday comes, Chris’s truck bed full of toys and treats and another brand new dog bed—after they came to the conclusion that just having one in the living room wasn’t enough—and she’s practically vibrating as she stops at Andrew’s place.

He’s waiting for them with Jasper firmly at his feet, panting in the California fall. Street’s eyes widen like a little kid’s when he sees the dog; it starts to sink in that they’re taking him home. For good.

“Hello!” Chris jumps into a baby voice to talk to Jasper, after saying hi to Andrew. She takes the leash and Jasper jumps up, ready to go. His tail wags and he happily follows every command she has in exchange for the treats she’s got in her pockets.

“You wanna try, Street? He’s a great dog.” She asks, unwilling to let the wisps of hesitation in his irises keep him from all the good he deserves. For good measure, she bites her lip.

“Sure. Jasper!”

Jasper turns at attention, tail still going.

“Sitz!”

He sits. An odd feeling sparks in Street’s chest—a sense of accomplishment and joy so large it almost seems silly for the situation. But he catches in his periphery all the confidence and pride in Chris’s gaze on him, and he lets it grow. ————————————————————————Perfect is messy. It’s bright ropes and lamb stuffed animals and too many tennis balls strewn across their floor. It’s Chris in the middle of it all, covered in black fur and laughing her heart out as tussles with Jasper. It’s Street throwing his jacket over one of the bar stools so he can join them.

“He’ll get used to it quick,” Chris promises Street when she senses his concern at how Jasper paces the space after they’ve played. They’re still on the floor, backs against the couch. “It just takes time. Doesn’t it, Boy? Yes it does!”

As if she said the magic word, Jasper plops down in front of both of them. His head cocks like in the picture, one paw crossed over the other. Street races for his phone to snap another.

After dinner and a long walk, Chris texts Andrew an update that Jasper is settling well, and they head to bed. Another small bag of treats is on the nightstand if need be, but Jasper takes one look at the lush bed on the floor and the giant one, and promptly goes up the short staircase Chris insisted on buying to protect his hips. Circling a few times, he lands in the center of the foot of the bed.

“Finally, you can’t put your cold feet on me.” Street teases. Chris rolls her eyes but turns out the overhead light and flutters over to join them.

“Night, Jasper!” She whispers as she goes, kissing between his eyes. Slipping under the covers, she finds her usual position with her head on his chest, just at slightly more of a diagonal.

“Good night, Street,” she yawns, and burrows her feet up to Jasper’s side. “I love you.”

“Love you, babe. Good night, Jasper!”

Things are perfect.

#stris #swat cbs #chris alonso #jim street #cbs swat #s.w.a.t cbs #my writing #chris x street #street x chris #lovegreyforever #love u all mwah mwah #fluffy sxhmoopy goodness am I becoming a fluff girlie?

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paintedkinzy-88 · 2 months ago

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Im sorry to bother you. I just wanted to say that I love your COI AU. I love the leo angst in it and the Dragon. I have always loved dragons and this scratches a itch I didn't know I had 😆 I was reading back through the asks and saw where you weren't sure about Leos hoard, and then I saw an ask about how he used to talk with Donnie about getting wings. They would talk about shows like Rio and Gaurdians of Gahool. So maybe his hoard can be birds. Just imagine he has all these bird stuffies and figures because he loves movies with flying because he wants to fly, but his family just assumes he just likes birds. Donnie, of course, knows about the dreams, but leo just always plays it off, so it never clicks for Donnie that the bird hoard is another hint at his need to fly. When his brothers find out the birds make so much more sense to them and the obvious obsession just hits them hard because they never noticed. Just a random thought, lol. Sorry that was really long.

Never a bother to get an ask! I love reading everyone’s thoughts!! I’m glad you enjoy it! (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Ahhhh I really had to think about this for a while, feel how it would fit in the story, and the more I think about it, the more I actually really like that idea, dang it! I hadn’t actually planned on adding hoards, but you guys make it too fun XD

I’m still debating if it’s ooc at all for him... and if I care lmao. So excuse me as I go on a whole ass ramble once again, to get my new thoughts in order, and maybe see if anyone likes it lmaooo.

Everyone knows that Leo’s liked birds since he was a little dragonet, specifically because of what you mentioned: movies! Rio, The Aviators, even Angry Birds, he loved them all! But at the end of the day, Guardians of Ga’Hoole is what started everything. With scenes like this, as a kid who never really thought about what it was LIKE to fly beside Raph and Mikey? That little tot was immediately fascinated.

However, he also really liked Happy Feet before that, for the exact opposite reason: the swimming (Though the music was a bonus too). He was familiar with that, and he was good at it too, so seeing these lil penguins swimming in an ocean instead of the little pool Splinter was able to get for them was HUGE.

So when birds became such an important thing that it triggered his hoarding instincts, why would anyone assume anything was wrong? Obviously that’s where his questions about flight came from! Birds birds birds.

Bird toys, bird figurines, bird pokemon cards, pictures, movies, plushies, books, he was collecting it all!

It wasn’t until he got to see HTTYD or Avatar, (both a little after he finally accepted flying wasn’t an option for him and obsessing over it wasn’t helping), that he realized his hoard wasn’t just limited to birds. Dragons (ACTUAL dragons, not drakes or serpents…), bats, insects, frikkin flying squirrels — suddenly he was aching to get items revolving around those too.

But if he let himself hoard stuff like that all willy nilly, his family would certainly piece it together, wouldn’t they??

He’s able to let a few items fly (pun intended), like a plush dragon here and there because “it looks like Mikey,” a cool pinned butterfly because it’s “blue, like me,” a bat diagram because “there’s no medical poster for dragon wings, we need that in the medbay, obviously!” Anything he can come up with an excuse for.

But anything else? Anything that might raise too many eyebrows? Like that dragon onesie or that giant bat Halloween decor or the whole WoF comic book series??? Either resist the temptation, or shove it under his bed.

Meanwhile, he absolutely gets teased for being “SO into birds” as a dragonet, it became his hoard. But that’s fine, they tease each other a lot, it’s not as if all of his family doesn’t constantly bring him more bird stuff as gifts lmao.

#a bonus to this is he and Raph get to share some hoard too #they trade bird plushies back and forth constantly #or cuddle with them together on bad nights #see I can do comfort it’s not JUST angst—#asks #dragon au #coi au #curse of icarus #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #leonardo hamato #rottmnt leo

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zeldaelmo · 2 years ago

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Zelmo! Congrats on 500! I have a story request if your interested!

The shrine of resurrection made Link just a lil bit taller. Link thinks it has to be a huge difference and he's very proud and excited for zelda to notice the change! Link creates all kinds of situations to get zelda to notice, but she just doesn't... 😆

Thank you Rezi and big sorry for the long wait! This one is longer because I wrote it in case we needed a pinch-hitter for a zelink community event. It's obviously a crack fic, we all know that Link is shorter than Zelda.

A little on the short side

Link lifted a rock, peeking at the rectangular object underneath.

"Ze—" he started, but then he frowned at the lettering and wiped the grime away with his palm.

"Short people stink" stood on the withered sign. Why would anyone— oh. Oh!

His skin tingled and the familiar feeling of remembering something crept over his back.

The memory started with… the King. He inspected a display board with technical drawings. Link stood guard, as per usual. There, Zelda joined them, pinning more drawings on the board. She explained and explained, her father nodding along. And then she pinned a sign on the board, directly in front of Link. A wicked grin was shot his way and a blush rose on his face. Short people stink, written in Sheikah, so that her father couldn't read it but he could. Standing on tiptoes, Link grabbed for the sign, but it was just out of reach. The memory faded to black with the King asking if something was wrong and Zelda's shit-eating grin.

"Link? Did you find something?" The real Zelda shouted from the other side of the ruins of the Royal Lab.

He pocketed the sign. "No, no. Just a minor memory."

She hummed. "Tell me later?"

"Sure."

This… wasn't the only time she had teased him for his height, right? He dug deeper into his fractured memories. Didn't she use his shoulder as an armrest and kept asking "How is the weather down there?" He closed his eyes, a familiar weight pressing onto his shoulder. Oh, yes, she did.

But… he glanced over to her, frowning. He stood up and closed the distance.

"Oh, hi!" She greeted him, wiping her hands on her pants. "Anything of interest? I only have a handful of screws."

Chuckling, he shook his head, and rested his hands on her hips. "Just missed my girlfriend."

"Ahhh," she cooed, her lips lifting into the smile he went to the end of the world for.

Her forehead rested against his and… He unmistakably gazed down into her eyes.

Hm. Maybe he had just grown on his quest? But now that he thought about it, his first clothes had been awfully short. Could…the shrine do that?!

He pressed a kiss to her lips to hide the ever-growing grin on his own.

So, short people stink, huh?

***

She just wouldn't notice. He tried everything. Her favorite books went up onto the top of the shelf, and in the kitchen, he offered ingredients from the highest cupboard. He made her stand on a rock when they took selfies. He even lifted her chin up to kiss her!

Nothing!

He was the one with the memory loss! How could she forget about one of the main reasons for teasing him?

He needed a better plan. Luckily, Purah once again making fun of him for believing she would repair the slate for free, and Symin charging horrendous prices for his missing pictures, gave him the right idea…

Purah's lab was a crowded, messy place with thousands of papers scattered around and that suited Link's plan quite nicely. His role had long outgrown the simple task of standing guard; He was part of the team, working alongside Zelda (and Purah and Symin if he couldn't avoid it) to improve the slate.

"Ok…" Zelda stood in front of a giant display board, pointing at a sheet of paper. Link smirked at the parallels. "If we single this code out, we could improve the Magnesis rune so that we can extend the operating distance."

A little absent, Link hummed and fingered the item in his pack just to be sure it was still there. He said, "It's already quite wobbly at its max. I believe that we'll need some kind of stabilizer if we want to expand the distance even further."

"Stabilizer?" Purah cried, throwing her little hands in the air and whirling some papers around in the process. "Do you have any idea how complicated that would be? Or how expensive? Who is going to fund that, you?"

Well, probably yes, since he seemed to be the only one in Hyrule with a disposable income, but Link wasn't in the mood to argue. "I'm just stating facts. Try it yourself if you don't believe me." He handed her the slate, but not without the hint of an eye roll.

"Symin!"

"On my way, director."

Zelda gave Link a look and shrugged. "I wonder why I’ve even written a stack of reports about this problem."

"Let her see it with her own eyes." Link waited until Zelda had turned toward the door and pinned his little secret at the top of the display board.

It was hard to keep his giggles at bay outside. Purah went through several objects and distances, all while Symin took notes and Zelda tapped her foot.

Finally, Purah had enough and grumbled an affirmation at him, but Link's thoughts were at the display board. Not without smugness, he suggested, "Tea?" and they all went back inside.

It took two minutes and twenty-five seconds (he checked the slate) until Purah screamed, "Symin! What’s this?!"

She hopped up and down in front of the display board, trying and failing to reach an old sign saying, 'Short people stink.'

One final, failed attempt and she spun, screamed, and pointed her finger at Symin, before she chased him all the way down to Hateno. It was hard to keep a straight face at the sight, but Link hadn’t been called Silent Knight for nothing. It was only when Zelda narrowed her eyes at him and then also fruitlessly reached for the sign, that his struggle exploded into a snort. Arm up in the air, she grazed the edge of the sign with her fingertips, but couldn’t tear it down.

“Hero!”

Uh, oh, he was in trouble. Link grinned lopsidedly and sweeped her up in her arms so that she could take it off. She slid back down and finally, finally a realization dawned in her —uplooking— eyes. “When did that happen?” she hissed.

Link shrugged, grin growing. “In the shrine, I guess.”

“And I thought memory loss was the most severe side effect.”

“Ah, come on, it’s not that bad.”

She sighed and nudged her nose against his cheek. “Guess not. But you always had the perfect height for forehead kisses and now that opportunity is gone.”

Link tugged her closer and kissed her hairline. “But now you are the perfect height for a forehead kiss. Is that nothing?”

She hummed. “But now I stink.”

Link shook with suppressed laughter. “Well. Sometimes you can’t win, tiny Princess.”

On his run to their house he wasn’t sure what was worse — the kick she gave him against his kneecap or his stomach ache from doubling over with laughter.

#zelink #zeldaelmo writes #legend of zelda #botw #loz #I apologize to all short people #you're awesome #I'm a little on the short side too #That's how I know #😆

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goldendoodlerlockerlove · 11 months ago

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4, 10, 11, 27!! (took you this long to reblog the thing >:/ but hell yessss ♥️)

Yesss!! Thank you so much for invading my ask box, DT!!❣️

4.) How many different styles/mediums (e.g., digital art, traditional art, comics, sculptures, paper craft, etc.) did you try this year?

Actually, quite a bit!! At least, more than I initially thought I did. I, of course, did mostly digital art near the end of this year, and ended up producing a lot more pieces than I've done before!! It was honestly kind of crazy how much art I began producing at the end of this year. It was like I was a driver in a race, pffffffft. But, at the beginning of this year, I dabbled a lot in traditional art, because I enjoy the feeling of putting a pencil to paper, and whilst it takes more time, sometimes it can give you more freedom to experiment with designs or expressions. I also began making a long-form Bob's Burgers comic for the first time, which was inspired by @bluebirbbs and their long-form Bob's Burgers comic, which everyone should read if they haven't already. When I was younger and in art class, I actually used even more mediums for creating art, like sewing an actual Christmas ornament, and sketching stuff using a lightbox, which is super fun. But I haven't done those two things in years. I kind of want to try doing them again someday.

10.) What inspired/motivated you this year?

DT, you know I'm going to say you as my first (and biggest :3) inspiration. I mean, come on, you're the reason I have this blog in the first place. I know I've said it before, but seeing your amazing, lovely BB art inspired me to begin making my own and get back into drawing, and it caused me to create my blog and expand it into territories I didn't even think were possible. And now I'm running Geneuary, an event celebrating my favorite baby boy, and that would never have happened if it hadn't been for you, and that initial Boblin ask I somehow worked up the courage to give you (and am so glad I did)! It doesn't show it anymore, but do you remember how I didn't even have an image for my account?? 😆

Yes, I'm getting super sappy, but all of this is true!! Now, of course, you weren't my only inspiration. There are too many blogs to name, but @br1ghtestlight has been super sweet and my Gene Belcher buddy!! He's the one person who loves the baby boy as much as I do. We may or may not do a collab for Geneuary based on an idea she had about Gene and Tina working on a lil' puzzle together, which is just too adorable 😭

I also must shout out @babsvibes too. She was also, in a way, the reason I even have this blog. I used to be content enjoying this silly Burger show on my own, watching the episodes and having fun, and reading the occasional fanfic (@thisaliennerd and their Boblin fanfic Falling For You is Easy [Like Sunday Morning]) was one of my first forays into the BB fanfic community, and it wonderful) when I suddenly stumbled upon this Tinimmy fic by Babs one fateful day called Honeycombed Hair, I believe: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44413795

This fic led me to you, DT, and your amazing art!! And I joined this incredible Muppet community, and nothing's been the same for me ever since. Now I don't have to enjoy this show alone!! Of course, I have my BF @cryptidchrome now, who watches the show, but I digress. Babs also invited me to the Louigan server, which has been an absolute blast. And she's just an excellent writer in general, which is very inspiring as someone who also writes.

I must also shoutout @theangrypomeranian for being so sweet and Commissioning me, and also being an excellent writer (she called me the #1 Gene person in this fandom and that made me so 🥺). And @devilh0rnsinc for having such lovely art that it makes me squee every time. And @jimmypesto for making the best Boblin fics and just being the ultimate Boblin connoisseur. Shoutout to her new nephew for being the most adorable bambino on the entire planet. Welcome to the world, lil' bean!! @jimmyjrsmusoems is another fantastic writer and is hilarious, and is the other Tinimmy connoisseur in this fandom, besides you, DT, of course. Also, @koko-raccoon has some of the cutest art ever and listened to me ramble about my OCs, which I definitely want to thank them for. Their art is very inspiring to me. But the person whose art is the most inspiring to me, besides yours, DT, is probably @dianadeadwing. Her art is wonderful, and I'll never get enough of it. I also get so excited whenever I see it.

Okay, now for more of a speed round so I can mention more people!! @ratguy-nico has adorable art as well, and I love his style so much. It's wonderful. And @ltwharfy is such a good writer and I didn't even know until I read his Roudise Week fic about Bob and Rudy getting Louise a new hat when she outgrows her bunny ears. @keepyourhornson-spyro is another fantastic writer and is the certified Tedmort Monarch. There are just so many more people I want to name, but I'll just mention one more person: @carnivaldemon, who gave me the most adorable art of Gene and my OC, Alexis. His art is truly inspiring to me.

11.) What pairing/character/subject did you create the most for this year?

You probably already know the answer to this ☠️

It's definitely a tie between Boblin and Gene/Alexis, which is definitely my newest ship and obsession. But I have to give Boblin a special shoutout because I began work on an entire Pre-Canon Boblin series (which I'm still working on to this day) and a "Linda is Deaf" AU, both of which are super close to my heart now. Thank you for giving me the push I needed to work on my "Linda is Deaf" AU when I sent that ask about it to you, pfffffft.

Gene is definitely the character I've created the most for in terms of just singular characters. I could talk about him all day. I love this lil' guy so much. Hopefully, y'all don't get bored of hearing me ramble about him, because I'll certainly never get bored of rambling about him.

27.) Biggest surprise while creating art this year?

Honestly, the biggest surprise was just how sweet, supportive, and welcoming the Bob's Burgers community ended up being. Y'all welcomed me with open arms and supported all of my creative endeavors (and long analyses about Gene) and for that, I'll always be grateful. This community really does feel like one big family, and it's so lovely to see. Everyone is just so nice to each other, it warms my heart 🥹 And one of my biggest surprises was learning about the Ship Weeks/Character Events, and how fun they are. They're truly a testament to how sweet and talented this community is. I'm definitely looking forward to them all next year if they happen again.

#asks #doodler’s daydreams #bobs burgers #thank you so much for asking this dt❣️#i know i got super sappy but everything i said was true #joining this community was the best decision i ever made #i'm not planning on leaving anytime soon. not willingly anyway #who knew them burger muppets could create one of the sweetest and most supportive online communities ever?? i certainly didn't #and i've never been the same since (in the best way possible)

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littedidyouknow · 17 days ago

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Ho ho ho!

I hope your week is off to an excellent start! It looks like you've had a busy Feysand week. Hopefully I can keep the fun going!

- angst, fluff, or somewhere in between?

A few more questions:

-if you had to apply one cheesy hallmark-style trope to Feysand, what would it be?

- apart from our favorite lovebirds, who are your other favorite characters?

- any tropes, genres, etc that you do not enjoy?

♥️🎅

Hi Santa !! This week is kicking off… I’ll say intensely 💀 Let’s hope things are less and less hectic as we go. Busy feysand week indeed! I still have to catch up with all the amazing things that have been done though 🙌

* Okay, look, my answer is going to be so far from helpful, but I love angst, I love fluff, I love the in between. I’ll admit I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort, I love the aftermath of an angsty angsty moment, but also adore fluffiness.

If you’re looking for a more forward answer, I think whatever you’re more comfortable with and whatever you get the inspo for is the way to go. That’s usually where writing comes the easiest and it shows 🫶

* Ahaha this is a fun one! I think for Feysand I’d choose the : we used to be friends / something more but it didn’t work out at the time, we’re seeing each other for the Holidays. And of course we don’t think the other one is interested!

Either this OR new neighbor in town 👀

* Apart from our Feysand, I love. love. *love* Cassian and his relationship with Feyre. They’re platonic soulmates to each other and I love that so much. As for ships I also adore Nessian and Elucien as well.

Love the idea of Rhys having his little sister around (🥺) or talking about her and love our girl Feyre being surrounded like she should.

* I’m not a big fan of love triangles (though i’m not against some jealousy). Same thing with miscommunication if it goes on for too long or is a little too ‘obvious’ / ‘ridiculous’ / unrelatable’. (Funny coming from me since one of my fics is literally based on a lil miscommunication trope so don’t mind me too much 😆)

I usually like the characters to have some flaws and struggle like any of us would. (Don’t worry though I’m not asking for a full character development i just mean in general 😂)

Other than that I think I’m really open to anything! I love AU but also canonverse equally, modern or any other setting you might have in mind. Also, it’s not because I’m not writing something (a genre/trope) that I don’t like reading it!!

Hope that helps! (this has gotten way too long i am sorry for rambling lol)

Bye Santa 🫶💗

#acotargiftexchange

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destinyc1020 · 9 months ago

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Have you watched the Jimmy Kimmel interview yet? What did you think? Some people said it was a bit awkward + the questions were awful 😬

I enjoyed the interview! 😃👍🏾

I learned so much lol 😆

Had no idea that Florence's mom got high with Snoop Dog, of all people rofl 😂 Her mom sounds cool asl haha

I CRACKED UP when Zendaya said that Timmy's NYC apartment was "very teenage boy" before she and Darnell went to go help him find a more "adult aesthetic" for his NYC apt at Bed Bath and Beyond lol 🤭 One thing about Z is she is gonna tell the truth rofl 🤣

Austin has a very good Christopher Walken impression! Lol 😆 I had no idea the entire Dune cast (even grown men lol) was so afraid of him! 🤭 (CW)

I had no idea that Timmy's rap name is Lil' Timmy Tim rofl 😂

I had no idea that Zendaya fell in an airport getting her bags and that Timmy saw that lol...poor thing 🤭

So yea, I learned a few things....

I don't see this "awkwardness" you all are seeing? 🥴 To me, it seemed like a normal interview with an ensemble cast? 🤷🏾‍♀️

The questions were okay/fine to me? At least Kimmel doesn't interrupt his guests mid-sentence all the time like ADD Fallon does lol. 👀 (Love you Jimmy F, but you do NOT let your guests just TALK!! 😤) It's sooo frustrating watching his show sometimes, coz I'm trying to hear the guest talk, and he's just interrupting them all the time smh. 🤦🏾‍♀️ it's so rude! He does have some great and unique games though!

Re: Kimmel...

I mean, it's different trying to interview 4 ppl at the same time, vs only 1 person. Ykwim? On late night talk shows, the goal isn't really to be all deep and whatnot.... it's just to have fun, put the guests at ease, and get a few laughs from the audience and generate hype for the movie. 🤷🏾‍♀️ It's really just supposed to be lighthearted. ☺️

The cast obviously gets along great! 🙂

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kindahoping4forever · 2 years ago

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For some reason I really love ask games and I get super excited when I see one happening 😆 I have no idea why though! 😂

Okay, question time:

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

🕯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

Hope you have a good day!!!

I think ask games are so fun too! It's a fun excuse for us all to interact with each other and it's so interesting seeing different people's viewpoints on the same topics! I wish they went around more often tbh, it's a good time. 😁

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

In retrospect, I wish I would've spaced those last two Encore fics out a bit more because I feel like the Halloween chapter, Wild Horses Couldn't Drag Me Away, got overshadowed. And I get it! It's on me, releasing two 12k fics a day apart was asking a lot of people lmao and it makes sense that the Christmas one generated more interaction because it was the finale of sorts, holiday fic generally does pretty well, and (spoiler) it had the "I love you" scene everyone had been waiting a year for. But I wished Wild Horses would've had a little bit more of a moment - I think it's really fun and funny, shows some interesting growth within their relationship and I worked really hard to give the smut the right balance between unhinged filth and loving exploration. (Somehow I'd never written bondage before! I did research! 😂) It found a bit more of an audience on AO3 than on here but I still haven't heard much feedback about it on either platform.

🕯️How do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

It's interesting because I am really not a people person at all but I joined Tumblr primarily to engage with fellow fans. I was enjoying fangirl life on my own but I knew it'd be so much more fun to experience that with other people, whether it was through direct correspondence or just scrolling my dash, reading everyone screaming about the same things and relating to the different reactions. And it took a while for me to engage with other people! To be honest, the Tumblr fandom wasn't quite as tight-knit or welcoming back then as it is now (we all kind of have our own lil zones we hang out in but I feel like we kind of recognize or are generally familiar with most people?) and I lowkey got brushed off by the first few people I tried to befriend but somehow I stuck it out and I couldn't be more happy that I did because I can say wholeheartedly that some of the best, most gratifying friendships I've had in my whole life have been in this fandom on Tumblr. As for the broader "fandom experience", I think engaging with each other and having discussions, whether it be about our art or just our opinions is a key component. Being a part of a fandom is to be a part of the community and it's always encouraging to feel seen and understood by a peer. To seek out and be found by kindred spirits is why I'm here and everyday I'm thankful I made that choice. 🙂

Let’s chat! Writer Asks

#thank you for the questions!#like i said i love these - i'm glad to hear you do too!!#ask #justreblogginfics #real writer asks #kh4f writing

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prolix-yuy · 2 years ago

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Request for your celebration:

🤗💞 Congrats againnnn!! 💞🎉😘

Ok so I have two, I'm not asking for both whatsoever.. I just wanted to throw them out there cause they came to me when I was reading through the stuff to choose from.. 😆🤗

Immortality: I was thinking Max Phillips. Since ya know he's a vampire and such.. I figured I'd suggest him since you haven't done anything for him yet, unless you got something planned.. If so completely ignore me asking for him.. 😆

The idea: I don't really know.. Only reason is, is because you do so so amazing with everyone and I've loved your iron Chef lil stories.. And I think you'd do awesome with him. A loose idea that just came to me, lol- he moves into a new town and stumbles into reader/oc and they click right away. And he is cute but cocky as always about wanting to change her cause he's already so in love with her.. Idk, you don't have to use that idea or Max, lol. 💞

Reunion: maybe Whiskey or ooo the thief from the wine commercial.. 🤔 ( don't mind the ooo part, it just came to me as I was thinking.. 😆🙈 )

With Jack, he has a childhood friend or love that they loose touch because he has to move away to go to training for statesmen. Then he comes back and sees how amazing she looks and falls in love and all that cuteness.

With the thief, he's had a partner in crime for the first few years of his thieving career, then one of them has to move or is forced to go away.. And they come back all these years later, and see how great the other is doing.. Wants to reconnect and they do, then fall in love & such.

You can use whatever you want from this. Can change around whatever or whoever goes with what idea. This is just some idea crumbs I'm gifting you, lol. 💞😆 I trust you completely, lol. 💞

Lotus these are fantastic asks! I went back and forth on what to do, but then I got a little inkling of an interesting story. Maybe not exactly what you asked for, but something I thought you'd enjoy. Plus I just watched Bloodsucking Bastards (which was SO MUCH FUN I had a blast!) and the inspiration vampire bit hard.

Negotiations

Pairing: Max Phillips x F!Reader

Summary: Max Phillips never found marketing to be all that helpful. Hell, running an ad on Facebook was easy enough. But then you walked in the door and he knew he had to have you, in all the ways he could.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: T, descriptions of male and female bodies, some fantasizing and suggestive themes. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Notes: I got a crazy idea thinking about Max in an office setting that set off a chain reaction and now we're here. Thank you to the Discord besties for helping me flesh out some of the details. Enjoy!

He’s due for a drink when he first meets you, and that’s why, he tells himself, he smiled so widely, shook your hand a little longer than he meant to, and shamelessly let his eyes roam your blazer and matching skirt.

Because you smell absolutely delicious.

The HR rep droning next to him is talking, something something “marketing” something else “strategist,” he couldn’t care less but he nods like he’s listening. You smile, eyes darting between them, and he can almost feel your pulse hammering away next to your sensible neckline. He excuses himself to his office to get a quick sip in, blanching at turning the mailroom clerk who always smells faintly of onions when your hot blood is so close, so tantalizing.

Max Phillips has to have you, even just the tiniest taste. He isn’t sure what it is - do you have a rare blood type? Some exotic heritage? The perfect cocktail of supplements that makes you mouthwatering? He doesn’t know, but definitely intends to find out.

At first that's all it is, inter-office flirtations that never go further than a comment or a carefully worded question. He’ll catch you in the hall - “Marketing,” he’ll say with a nod and overly-serious voice, to which you'll roll your eyes and answer, “Sales,” in much the same way - and try to get you to stop for a moment. Most times you have places to go, strategy meetings and the like, but he's planting the seeds. As enjoyable as getting high off your scent is, he basks in the hunt just as much.

He syncs up your lunch breaks to catch you off guard, encroaching on the safe zone of the break room. The first few times people tried to come in and interrupt his careful courtship he glared at them so hard they almost swallowed their own tongues. Lunches had been uninterrupted since then.

You most likely suspect his intentions to woo you, keeping your distance for a time, but the lunch breaks are an innocent way for him to creep closer. Like a panther stalking through the underbrush, Max compliments your outfits, asks you about your work, and tries his damnedest to make you feel like the only person he sees when you walk in a room.

“Of course you’d think we’re just a cost center, your heads are so inflated I’m surprised they haven’t widened the doors,” you say over your eighth (ninth?) lunch break together while Max pretends to pick at a salad. Neither of you ever seem to eat much, preferring the pace of conversation you set - fast, ricocheting, frenetic. Plus Max has tastier things on his mind, like the soft swell of your breast peeking through the button of your blouse. He normally prefers the quick and easy method of the neck, but if he could sample you from there…well, he’d have other problems to take care of in that case.

“Well once you can tie any of your little ‘campaigns’ to some real dollars I’ll admit marketing is worth keeping around.” His tone is playful but Max studies your reaction. You smile ruefully, lacquered fingernails scraping along the shiny red skin of your apple, otherwise untouched.

“If I ever got the Max Phillips to admit marketing is useful, I’d faint.” Max tries to slide his eyes to you coyly but they dart up instead, a smile widening on his face.

“Oh yeah? Let’s up the stakes then. If you make us a sale, any amount of money, with one of your tactics in the next month, I will admit marketing is useful. But if you fail, I get to take you out to Dorne’s for dinner. And you’ll accept.” He knows he’s showing his hand too soon, rookie mistake, you gotta bring the catch in slowly, drag it out longer, tease it…

“Okay Max, that’s a deal. Shake on it?” you say, holding out your hand. Max notices a tiny tremor in it, a sparkle of excitement in your eyes. He takes your hand into his larger one, your grip firm, grounding.

It doesn’t matter to Max whether or not you win, just that he's all the closer to getting his mouth, and teeth, on you.

He pays more attention to what’s going on in your department that month. Between the lunch visits where he tries to ascertain how it’s going (you’re tight-lipped) and his casual check-ins with sales leads (they don’t get why he cares about marketing and not sales numbers), he’s driving himself insane. He gets a few bites in before the end of the month to even out his mood, but none of them spark in his belly the way you do.

As the deadline nears, Max notices you staying a little later, blue light illuminating your face in the darkness of your office. He watches in shadow, the office empty except for the two of you. Your chin in your hand as your eyes skim the screen. The way the light spills between your breasts and dances along your collarbone. The attractive curve of your arms and legs, twisted or tapping against something as he sees the fatigue setting in. Only a thin pane of glass and darkness separates you, and the overwhelming urge to take and feed and breed surges through Max’s body. He palms his cock and finds it achingly hard, a thin choked gasp escaping his mouth.

At that moment your eyes flick up, and Max swears they land on him. It’s not possible, he’s shrouded in darkness deeper than a human eye can perceive, yet you hold your gaze and it’s eerily close. Your lips quirk up into a smile, and mouth, “Hello Max.”

He flees.

He’s not proud of it, but even the notion that you, a mortal, insignificant in any way could catch him even when he’s employed his very unique skills casts doubt over him. Has he lost his touch? Is this strange obsession making him careless? When he’s out of the building he chastises himself. You couldn’t have seen him, must have been a lucky (or unlucky) coincidence that you mouthed his name.

The tightness in his pants worsens thinking of your lips parting over the short syllables.

The next day Max walks in with a bounce in his step, however feigned it might be, and is met with an abundance of excitement. Cocking his brow and sauntering into the break room, the noise seems to be centered around you.

“I don’t think that's happened since we started!”

“Just some targeted ads, plus Marketo gathering some good leads, and of course our partnership with sales.” Max hears your voice, light and happy, as he works his way into the gaggle of warm-bloods.

“What are we celebrating?” he asks innocently, half the room shrinking away and shushing at his presence. You’re seated at the break table, a folder open in front of you. When Max makes his way closer you tap your manicured finger against the printout.

“Paid social ad with a link to a free trial led to an unsolicited call and, wouldn’t you know it, they made a decision on the spot. First marketing-led sale in company history,” you reply smugly. There on the page is a dollar amount, and it’s not insignificant. One look into your eyes, bright with accomplishment, makes everyone else fade around him. In that moment he wants nothing more than to tell you he’s impressed, proud even. Then he wants to capture your lips, smear your lipstick against his greedy mouth, and spread you out on the table. To feast or to fuck, he’s not sure which, but if his blood could still pump it would be roaring in his ears.

“Boss? We were going to go out for a drink after work to celebrate, you’re…more than welcome,” a timid voice says behind Max, but he’s still trying to pull himself back and away from the triumph in your eyes. He finally does one of those little coughs and straightens back up.

“No, that’s all right, I’ve got other plans,” he says, a knowing look cast in your direction. Your smirk softens, a slight nod sent in his direction. “Good work Marketing, I’ll have to admit…you’ve proven yourself useful.”

As the words leave his lips a strange sort of shiver runs up his back, a tickle along his tongue reminiscent of spice lingering. His head lightens for a moment before coming back to himself, blinking quickly and checking to see if anyone noticed. They’re all filing out or preoccupied with chatting. Only you are still watching him, and with a flutter of your lashes you take in a deep breath.

And Max watches you change.

It’s subtle, nothing the warm-bloods notice, but the glow in your cheeks heightens, your hair gaining additional luster and something flashes in your eyes triumphant. It’s gone in a breath, you standing and gathering your folder and passing Max with a nod and a wink.

“Feels nice to get a big win,” you murmur as you pass, and Max is left contemplating who won what here, because it seems like you gained a much greater prize.

Max tries to occupy himself during the day, but his eyes keep sliding to the clock, waiting for the 5pm bailout as everyone heads to the bar. He counts five extra minutes and exits, and it’s no surprise that you’re still at your desk while everyone else is celebrating. A few strides have him at your office door, pushing through and shutting it behind him as you look up from your work.

“Yes?” you ask, maybe a little too innocently as Max scrutinizes your office. You put down your pen and lean back in your chair, waiting patiently until he meets your gaze.

“Are you going to be a sore loser about this? A deal’s a deal. And I’ve already cashed in.” You smile at him, a fondness he didn’t expect crinkling the corners of your eyes. But Max studied more than just business management in Romania, and he has a suspicion of what he’s looking at now. And why he’s been so drawn to you for weeks.

“You took something I didn’t know I was giving up,” he says calmly, smoothly. Hot-headedness doesn’t benefit him here. Not when he understands his opponent now. Your face is schooled into careful contemplation, twisting in your swivel chair to regard him.

“Doesn’t violate our deal, and I didn’t think you’d miss it. You have plenty, after all,” you chuckle, and the band in Max’s chest snaps as his assumption is confirmed.

“I didn’t know I was making a deal with a Fae, which some could argue is a rather large omission,” Max shoots back. He expects some anger, or surprise, but instead you laugh. You goddamn laugh and Max bunches his hands into fists at his side.

“Oh Max, don’t pretend. This has nothing to do with the deal and everything to do with being deceived,” you purr, standing to stalk over to him. “After all, I was already operating at less than a full hand. Marketing can be a challenge, but I do like the glamor of it.”

As you sweep your hand at the word glamor the facade shimmers for a brief moment. The shine of your eyes is now iridescent like the surface of a soap bubble, pupiless and radiant. Shiny translucent wings flutter so quickly in the corner of his eye that Max can barely see them, the low buzz of their vibration now reaching his ears. You reach up to smooth his lapel and the overwhelming scent of forest rot, new growth, decay and rebirth assault his senses. Shaking his head, he attempts to step back but his legs lock up. He knows before he sees the ring of mushrooms, hidden from a mortal's view, surrounding your desk.

Fairy circle.

He’s so fucked.

“I don’t suppose we can part ways and let each other be? You go forth creating your little army of vamp sales reps and I continue charming customers through the door? It seems like a perfect partnership, Max, one I hoped for from the first day.” The fresh scent of spring permeates the room, your face turned up to him. He shakes his head to clear it.

“Thought the Fae liked contracts,” he shoots back, struggling for even footing in your home turf. You shrug, leaning back against the edge of your desk.

“Some do. I have lots of family in legal, a few in sales like you. Me, I found that all boring. A quick and dirty deal over a handshake - now that's my kind of magic. Plus pride is such an intoxicating emotion, and oh so many deals are won and lost over it.” The stimulation of being in your presence causes Max to lash out, fangs baring as he reaches to capture your wrists. One hand held up to his chest stops him cold. The fairy circle is working against him.

“Now there’s no need to get rude, I thought we were having a nice time? All of our talks, our lunches together. I could tell you wanted me,” you tease, dragging a finger down the solid line of his broad chest, fingers dipping over the shirt buttons. “I imagine my glamored form smells delicious. Something about the secret always makes it sweeter.” You trail your fingers back up his chest and lightly stroke along his jawline. The muscles bulge and twist below.

“Thought about ripping your throat out and gorging myself,” Max spits out, fighting against your restraints. He wants to run, he’s been outmatched and outplayed, but his inability to think beyond his bottom line made him miss yours, and now he’s paying for it.

“Well we won’t be doing any of that. But I know you want me in other ways. Could practically smell your arousal last night, when you were watching me.” Max’s face heats up - you did see him, of course you did - as you guide his head down to meet yours. You brush your nose against his beautifully curved on. “Let’s put this little outburst aside and taste each other in a different way.” Your lips graze his earlobe, a light drag against his cheek. But his pride, what’s left of it since you fed, can’t let him have this.

“And what’s the deal for that, Fae? What do you need to take on while you deprive me? While you deceive me.”

You step back, your face falling visibly. Max’s win is short lived, and nowhere near triumphant.

“Is that what you think this is about?” you murmur. Then anger, hot as sun-baked stone glows beneath your glamor. “Did I ask for your memories? For a promise of fealty, or an impossible task? My brethren would not have been so kind. I took a sip from an overflowing cup, your limitless pride, and you call it deception.” Max feels his invisible bonds loosen as you move to the side of the desk, leaning against it and massaging your temples. As fast as the anger came it dissipates, and all Max can smell is the electricity of a storm before the first strike.

“You fooled me,” he admits, as much as it tears into his chest to say it. “I don’t like being the last to know when a deal's rigged.”

Your smile is rueful, and a physical push against his chest. Max stumbles out of the fairy ring, strength and agency returning to him. He waits for the fury to build again, but your profile is lined with aching exhaustion, and sadness. It sucks the wind from his sails.

“You were the first one to know, Max, not the last. I had no machinations in place after the deal we made.” You pause, a hitch in your breath. “I thought…” Another breath, steadier now. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t think this was the right fit for me after all.” You turn your head to look at Max, and that desire to be close to you, to make you his, the need for you that existed behind the feeding pulls to the front.

“Wait, let’s just…” Max starts to say, but the regretful look you give him is the last thing he sees before a crackle of static and light sweeps you from your office.

The freak lightning storm fades into the background of Max’s employees’ minds, as well as their memory of you. HR sends a memo that you had to leave suddenly for a family emergency, but Max knows he drove you away.

He tries not to dwell on it, on you. You, with the smile that makes his heart flutter. You, who challenged him with your quips and banter. You, who were so much more than he anticipated and now…he misses.

He shouldn’t. He should chalk himself up as lucky that he didn’t make a more dangerous deal, that you only took something small and that he had plenty of. All he’d ever been told about the Fae was how cunning they were, that their mouth always spoke two languages at once and what you should never say or do.

Never make a deal.

Never desire to hold one, especially not against its wishes.

Never call upon one, even in your darkest times.

And never let one see what you desire most of all.

It takes three weeks for Max to pull down the blue dish from his top shelf. He slowly drizzles honey into opaque milk, setting it on an open windowsill in his apartment. He then lays on his couch, back to the plate, and thinks of you.

It takes less time than he thought. That makes him smile.

“I didn’t expect you for several hours.”

The slow sip of the milk and honey lasts a moment before he hears the dish placed back on the sill.

“Maybe I was thinking of you.”

The tightening in his chest elicits a cough, a return to composure, but he was always going to be at a disadvantage with you.

“Nice to know I still have that effect even on non-humans,” he tries to chuckle. Silence meets him.

“What do you want, Max? Your pride back? It’s practically overflowing again, you’re like a never-ending buffet of self-confidence.” He does laugh at that, letting his head thump against the couch armrest. Your shadow slinks across his floor, shimmering ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry. I was angry. Not just about the deal, but that I didn’t win.” Max shifts uncomfortably on the couch, feeling your eyes on him. This is a level of vulnerability he gives no one, and he’s showing you his belly in the most humiliating way. “I was planning to taste you, I’m not gonna lie about that, but I was also looking forward to…ah, well, to taking you out to Dorne’s. I thought you’d look nice in candlelight. And they have a killer tres leches cake. And…maybe if I played my cards right, you’d let me kiss you.” Max’s mouth finally stops. And waits. When you don’t say anything he closes his eyes and scrubs his hand over his forehead.

“Yeah, I’ve fucked this up, you can just…” he starts to say, then two cool hands wrap around his wrists, pressing them down beside his head. His eyes fly open to find you sliding down to straddle his waist, eyes locked onto his mouth as his lips part. You're in something lighter, a flowing dress that drapes over his lap and slides over your curves as you settle on him.

“You called me and I came to hear you out,” you say, leaning down to brush your lips over his softly. “Now, you did piss me off something fierce, but I’m willing to let it go in return for something you can offer me.” The warmth of your body against his and the loosening of your fingers lets him envelope you in his arms.

“Are you looking to make another deal?” he whispers against your skin.

“More like a challenge. I do know how much you like those.”

He surges up to devour your lips, palming your lower back and crushing you against him. The delightful moan you plant in his mouth has him rocking against your heat recklessly.

“What is it then?”

“Make it up to me.”

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