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silencesscreams · 4 months

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santa doesn’t know you like i do

james potter x f!reader (smut)

summary: you and james had been distant for a month, until you saw him at a christmas reunion. you thought he didn’t see you the way you wanted him, until he couldn’t help but bringing you over to his apartment next door.

a/n: did this in a rush but i needed to do a christmas james fic, also stream fruitcake (i love you sabrina carpenter) happy holidays!! didn’t really check for mistakes so just tell me if you see any (please), also keep in mind english isn’t my first language so sorry about any errors.

warnings: smut with plot, muggle + modern day au, afab!reader, she/her pronouns referring to reader, reader knows how to bake, james is taller than reader, wolfstar, friends to lovers, petnames (love, darling, sugar), casual drinking, use of y/n once, kissing, hickeys, swearing, praise, fingering, oral (f receiving), slight dom!james and sub!reader dynamic, james loves biting, orgasm denial?, a bit of a size kink, unprotected (sorry) penetration

you loved the winter time, specially christmas.

gifts, snow, hot chocolate, good food, what could be top that?

you and your friends had planned a christmas reunion, you were so excited you felt stupid. sirius and remus were hosting the party in their apartment, which was right next to james’, so you assumed he’d be there.

even though you and james were very close friends, since you had developed a crush on him you both had been a bit distant, specially because he was in a situationship with a girl you barely knew and you didn’t want to get in the way. even if you were attracted to him, you wanted what has best for him, though you couldn’t handle being around him while he was obsessing over her.

you told your roommate, lily, about it and she said that you were acting silly distancing yourself from him like that and that you should try and talk to him normally at the party. you guessed she was right, you just wondered if he was going to bring the girl there, you would absolutely hate it.

you and lily went separately, which you realized was a bad idea once you stood in an elevator with a very heavy glass tray filled with chocolate mousse not being able to press the floor buttons without dropping the dessert on the floor or getting your dress dirty. and so you heard him.

shit.

“remus, are you sure she’s not coming?” you heard james say from far away. “no, i just don’t want to-” he saw you. “listen, i’m getting on the elevator, see you soon” he stepped in, cheeks flushed looking at you. you knew he was talking about you in that phone call.

“hi, it been a while” he says, trying to look away from you.

“james, could you press the button please?” you request, signaling to the buttons on the elevator with your head.

“oh, yeah, of course. going to the party?” he asked, already knowing the answer. you nod a yes, hating how awkward the situation felt. the elevator doors close and you feel obliged to say something

“how’s anna?” you question, remembering the girl he had been with for the past month.

“alright, i think” he looks at you. “it didn’t work out between us, you know? we broke up one or two weeks ago”

“sorry to hear that” you weren’t sorry at all.

“it’s whatever, i’m not even sure if i really liked her, just felt like i was trying to get over someone” he stated, the doors open and he held up his arm, holding the door so you could get out before him.

“that sucks. thank you” you step out, staring at him as he got out. he looked pretty like this, his hair looked messy cute, just the way you liked it. he was wearing the black pants you bought him once and a sweater. he was probably freezing outside. sure, you weren’t wearing the best clothes to keep you warm, specially with the length of the dress, but you took an uber, he walked everywhere.

“hey, could you help me out with something?” he asked, opening the door to his apartment.

“sure” you follow him, closing the door behind you with a bump of your left shoulder, gently placing the tray you were holding on his entrance table. he looks at you, blank look on his face, he looked like his mind was fully empty. “so, what is it you want help with?"

“right, hm, could you help me pick out a sweater?” before you distanced yourself from him, he would always call you randomly and ask you to pick out his clothes. you loved it, it felt like playing with dolls again. you nodded a yes and he went to his room, you looked around his living room. it looked the exact same it did a month ago, except it had a small christmas tree in the corner between the tv and the framed mirror. you got on your knees to look at the ornaments. they all had pictures of him and his friends. once you saw a picture of you and him in one, you felt like crying, it was the cutest thing. you were smiling and his face was glued to the side of yours, pretending he was biting your cheek. you quickly took a photo and put your phone back in your cardigan's pocket.

“you like the tree?” he smiled, you turned your head and got up, straightening your dress. he had given you quite the fright.

“it’s cute” you smile back, he was shirtless, holding two options in his hands.

“did you see that photo of us from thanksgiving?”

“yeah, i did” you look away. he holds up two sweaters, a cream colored one with little blue patterns and an awfully ugly one that had christmas lights. you were sure he had worn the ugly one to last years holiday party, it was ugly sweater themed.

“i would go with the one that doesn’t have lights” you were sure he was joking when he brought that one. “also, that has to be some sort of fire risk.” you joke as he put son the cream one.

“good choice, thank you, love” he referred to you like that, you just didn’t expect he would feel okay with doing it now.

“you’re welcome, james” you smile, looking at him, but not directly into his eyes. he goes to the door and picks up the mousse effortlessly.

“i’ll get this for you, don’t worry” he said before you could question him. you follow him and open the door.

once he steps out, you close the door behind him and he looks at you that way again.

“we’re doing okay, right? we’re not fighting or anything like that?” he asked, your brows furrow, feeling bad for not treating him like you usually did this past month.

“of course we’re okay, aren’t we? i’m okay” except you weren’t okay with loving him, you weren’t okay at all, but it was better to love him and him not corresponding than not having him in your life at all.

“good, ‘cause i wouldn’t know what to do without you, darling” he said, smiling.

“i wouldn’t know what to do without you either” you smile back and ring the doorbell to the apartment next to james’. it takes him a while but remus opens the door, looking at you and james in shock.

“hey, guys” he said in an awkward tone, the one that his voice turned into when he was nervous. “come in” he said, opening the door wider and mouthing something to james as he held the door for you.

“i’ll take your dessert to the kitchen” james says to you as you head over to lily, who was talking to mary.

“okay, just put it in the refrigerator, alright?” he nods and sirius follows him as he goes to the kitchen.

“why’d you lie to me?” he interrogates remus as he opens the door of the refrigerator.

“listen, i knew you wouldn’t come if i told you she’d be here. i didn’t want you to spend christmas all alone in your apartment, plus, you guys weren’t even in a fight, you’re just distant” he explains himself nervously moving his hands.

“he saw her?” sirius questions, coming into the kitchen and seeing his boyfriend nervous.

“went up the elevator with her.” james stated and looked at remus again “she could’ve heard what i was telling you on the phone, you know?” james said almost whispering, scared you’d hear that too.

“please, everyone knows that you’re in love with her. don’t torture rem’ over it” sirius jokes, giving the man next to him a kiss on the cheek.

“listen, chill out, drink a bit. it’ll be fine” remus says, looking at james with empathetic eyes.

james was trying to not think about you. he had been trying for the past year. until he met anna a month ago, as time passed and he spent more time around anna, he realized that everything she did reminded him of you. it seemed like he had been falling to someone who was a bad copy of you and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he stayed with her. that month was by far the worst in his year, it was the one without you. you pulled away and he didn’t understand why, so when he saw you that night, he thought you hated him. he didn’t know what to do.

until you talked to him.

that was when he felt like everything good was happening to him, like somehow the universe had brought you back to him. and when he saw you taking a picture of his christmas tree his heart could’ve just melted. he knew you didn’t hate him and that was the biggest relief possible. so he stayed at the party.

“hi” you greeted him, sitting down next to him on the couch. everyone was doing their own thing. james would usually be around the boys joking and drinking, but that night he had spent most of his time sat on the couch across from you eyeing your every move. when mary, who had been talking to you for the past twenty minutes, saw him, she announced that she was going to get a drink and chat with peter for a bit. and so you were left making eye contact with james from across the room. after thirty seconds you got up and sat next to him.

“hey” he smiled, you took his drink from his hand and took a sip, not breaking eye contact once. the heat burned your throat in the best way possible, it was way stronger than what he usually had.

“changing it up for the holidays? you’re usually a beer guy, aren’t you?” you ask, putting his drink on the coffee table in front of you both.

“decided i needed something more for tonight, 'was feeling kind of tired, you know?” you nod in answer, your leg brushed against james’ and you immediately looked away from him, he casually put his right hand on your knee and lead it up to where your dress ended in the middle of your thighs. you were so incredibly close it was driving you insane, what was he even doing?

“have you baked those cookies recently?" he looks at you, like he wasn’t doing nothing at all. was he drunk?

“i haven’t, but i can bake some for you another day, i know you like them. how much did you drink?” you ask, his tolerance was high, the party had been going for about an hour and a half, he didn’t drink much, did he?

“almost nothing. two cups of that you drank” his hand there was driving you crazy, you tried to hide it but your nervousness was pretty noticeable. “i really like the cookies, what do you put in them that’s different?” “hm, usually i put more salt and vanilla extract than what’s recommended by recipes but that’s it” you felt a lump in your throat, he was making you so nervous. he looked so good and you felt like screaming because he had never touched you like that before. sure, very long hugs and sometimes cuddles, but not hands on thighs and whatever it was he was doing to you.

“are you alright, love? you seem a bit pale” he questioned, smiling at you, that damned smile.

“i’m fine. i’m going to the bathroom to freshen up, but i’ll be back soon” you got up and walked quicker than usual to the guest bathroom, locking the door behind you as you walked in. you looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to calm down. no, he wasn’t flirting with you, you were just being delusional, it was all fine. plus, you both were really good friends. it was completely normal for friends to touch each other like that, you were just letting your feelings for him get in the way of some friendly physical touch. that was probably it. you checked your makeup and flushed the empty toilet, to at least fake you were actually in the bathroom.

as you opened the door, you were faced with james potter, in all his glory, staring at the door of the bathroom you were just in.

“sorry, did i take long? i-” he interrupted you.

“listen, y/n, i have been trying to brush this off for about a year now but i can’t. i hope this doesn’t affect our friendship, but im interested in you. as more than a friend and i really like you. i think you’re pretty, funny, i think you smell great and have an amazing taste on basically everything. i want to take you out on dates and treat you better than anyone ever has, this past month i have felt so bad without you around me and when i saw you again today i just felt better. well, that was until i realized about half an hour ago that i hadn’t bought you a christmas gift, but just text me your wishlist and i’ll get you whatever you want because i just want to make you happy. that’s all i want this christmas. also, is this bad timing to point out the mistletoe on the doorframe?”

you couldn’t believe it. you loved everything he had just said, you wanted him more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life. you loved him.

“kiss me” you said simply like your heart wasn’t pounding crazy quick in your chest.

“what?” “kiss me. isn’t it bad luck not to kiss under mistletoe?” so he did. his lips crashed with yours, his right hand holding you by the back of your neck and his left on your hip, closer to your ass than it normally would be in any kiss. he spent a while like that, lips glued to yours, taking the situation in. he pulled away, looked at you from top to bottom and then went back to the kiss. his tongue entered your mouth smoothly, but the kiss was feral and hungry. he craved your taste, he kissed you like a starved man.

soon enough, the left hand was grabbing your ass for dear life. he pulled away again, leaving you craving the feeling of his mouth on yours.

“you’re not feeling well, can i take you home?” he asked, looking at your lips. it took you a while to understand what he was implying.

“please” you whisper, he takes your hand and leads you to the living room, grabbing your cardigan from the chair it was on.

“wait here” he said to you, going over to sirius and telling him you were feeling a bit sick. sirius waved to you and mouthed a get well soon, it was sweet he believed james, specially since his mouth looked pink from your tinted lipgloss.

as soon as you stepped out of the apartment you looked at james with a big smile on your face.

“this is so weird, i suddenly feel better” you joke.

“really, huh? should take you to my apartment just to be safe” he picked you up, holding you with one arm.

“james!” you shouted, laughing.

“don’t worry, darling. ‘gonna take good care of you” he opened the door to his apartment, closing it with his foot. he took you to his room, throwing you on the bed and jumping to lay down on the spot next to you. he took his shoes off lazily and took off your heels for you.

“you’re so stupid, you know that?” you comment, rolling your eyes at his gesture. you loved it.

“yeah, i am the one who’s stupid” he smiled, crawling over you, his legs between yours and his face right over yours, giving you a sweet smile. he kissed you again, that same starved way, this time he wouldn’t have to stop though.

his hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts through your dress. your hands went over to his hair, tugging on it lightly. he chuckled into your mouth when you did it the first time, but he liked it more than anything. he pulled away from your mouth, now kissing from your cheeks to your neck, biting it lightly, leaving marks. you gasped at the feeling of his teeth nipping on your skin, the wet patch on your underwear becoming absolutely undeniable.

his kisses turned sloppy once they reached your chest, he pulled down your dress to get a good look, you weren’t wearing a bra. your breasts looked absolutely perfect, your nipples perked up because of the cold.

“you look so fucking gorgeous” he whispered “hate to mess you up like this” no he didn’t. he was loving every second of it.

his lips sucked on your right nipple, his hand grabbing your left boob. you moaned at the warm feeling of his mouth on you. his tongue flicking your nipple before moving onto the other.

“james” you gasp, shivering under him. he’s loving the way you react to him. your hand goes down to palm him through his jeans, he can’t help but groan.

“needy, aren’t we?” he teases. he’s been waiting for this moment for so long, at the same time he wants to take it slow, he wants to absolutely wreck you.

“please” you beg, he wants something else first.

“not yet, princess. be patient” he slips his hand under the waistband of your underwear, feeling how wet you were. “all for me?”

“all yours” you tried not to stutter, holding back a moan once he pinched your clit.

“good girl” he says, putting one finger in you, using his thumb to stimulate your sensitive bud. you bring the back of your hand over your mouth to hold in a moan but he stops you.

“nonono, none of that. i wanna hear you, love” he puts another finger in and you moan, lightly arching your back. he smiles and trusts his fingers into you whilst stimulating your bud.

“you’re being so good, sugar. so pretty like this” he praised you, your walls clench around him and you moan loudly at his words. he smirks, already knowing how much you love being praised like that. being told you’re a good girl. he pulls out his fingers and you whine at the empty feeling. he pulls the sweater he was wearing from off of him, discarding the piece of clothing you had picked for him earlier that night. he takes your lacy underwear off and opens your legs, holding apart with his wrists and getting a perfect view of you.

he kisses the inside of your thighs upwards in the direction of your pussy, he was kissing you everywhere except where you most wanted him. until suddenly he kitten licked your hole, his thumb moved in circular motions on your clit. you groaned at the feeling of his mouth on you. he sucked on your clit and put two fingers in again, flicking over your sensitive bud with his tongue.

“fuck!” you moaned once he nipped at your clit with his teeth, you were so close. your hands tug on his hair and you can feel his cocky smile against you. he kept on thrusting his fingers into you, sucking onto your bud harder. you moaned loudly at the feeling, not being able to hold it in.

“shit, james, i’m gonna cum” you say in between moans and groans. you were almost reaching your high but he pulled his fingers out, giving your cunt a peck before pulling away, making you whine.

“not yet” he took off his pants hurriedly, he was wearing white underwear and you could see his hard cock pressed against the fabric. he was bigger than what you thought was. james took himself from out of his underwear, he was on his knees towering over you, not breaking eye contact as he stroked himself before penetrating you. it was probably the hottest thing you had ever seen. he gave you a quick kiss before lining himself up against your entrance, the tip against your aching hole.

“tell me if you want to stop, alright?” he asks, looking into your eyes as you nod. you close your eyes as he begins to put it in.

“no, look at me, love” he demands, you open your eyes and look at him over you. holy shit. once he’s fully in he groans, not moving an inch. “you’re so fucking tight, feels so good” he whispers, pulling out almost fully and then trusting back in. you moaned at the exciting new feeling.

it took him a few thrusts, but once he finally picked up his pace he didn’t hold back, hitting your g-spot perfectly with every thrust. he made you a moaning and shivering mess beneath him, scratching harshly his back. you were sure it would leave marks.

his head was in the crook of your neck, biting the soft skin beneath him. it felt better than anything, it didn’t take long for you to start feel your orgasm coming onto you. he thrusted deeply, hitting the perfect spot even harder.

you moaned loudly, your walls clenched around him, he groaned at the feeling.

“are you alright?” he teased you, voice sounding strained as his thrusts hit deep inside of you. he lifts your hips, thrusting harder and hitting everywhere you needed him to. you threw your head back, completely taken by the pleasure he was causing over you, your eyes fluttering shut.

“shit, james. ‘m gonna cum” you state, scratching his back roughly.

“do it, be a good girl and cum for me” he said, groaning as your walls tightened around him. your climax hits you hard and you're moaning and arching your back as he holds you against him. his thrusts don’t stop once you’ve finished.

“gonna cum in you, is that alright?” you nod in answer, not being able to form a coherent sentence because of how fucked out you were. the sound of his hips slapping against yours filling up the room along with your moans and his swearing. after a few thrusts you felt his cock twitch inside of you, his hot juices mixing with yours.

once he’s finished he collapses over you, not pulling out. he leaves a trail of kisses from your collarbone to your mouth, kissing you firmly once he gets to the end.

“i think i should take you out on a date sometime” he says, grinning. he was so stupid.

“you really should” you kiss him softly and you knew what it was. he was also in love.

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lovefoolholland · 4 months

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santa doesn’t know you like i do

summary: in which matty tells you you are everything he wants.

warnings: angst, but honestly not much.

a/n: felt inspired by sabrina’s fruitcake. hopefully a first of many christmas’ short one shots.

English is not my first language !

The moment Matty had started growing facial hair, everyone knew. They just knew, it was obvious, that you finally had him entranced and with no sign of turning back.

“You would look really good with a beard” and just a man in love would follow through and through to show you how much he listens to you.

But how come— when he looks at you from afar all lovey-dovey, takes you by the waist when talking to other people, and tells everyone he wrote songs about you mid-concert— the two of you hadn’t made it official?

And here you stand, in the middle of a Christmas Eve party at Charli’s and George’s, taking a sip of eggnog while Matty is lively talking to his bandmates, and you’re just there. Alone.

Maybe it’s your boring white Rory Gilmore sweater. Maybe it’s your blurred lipstick from earlier, after you kissed Matty’s tears away from his cheeks right after he told you about Pitchfork naming him Villain of the Year. Or maybe it’s the eggnog that’s making you a little dizzy.

You put the glass down and take a glass of water from the kitchen. That is when you feel a pair of familiar hands around your waist, making you put the glass on the counter and whip your head to the side with a smile.

“Hey gorgeous” Matty says with his usual raspy, (goddamn) sexy voice tone.

“Hi,” you say in response “what’s up?”

“Just wanted to see how my girl was doing,” he tells you, kissing your cheek and making your face grow hot “let’s go talk to the guys, okay?”

“Okay” you answer softly.

He guides you back to his circle and this time around things go more swiftly than before. You have always gotten along with Matty’s friends, but it was just that situationship factor that didn’t make you feel good around them. Like, why was Matty keeping you there if you weren’t, at least officially, his girlfriend? He’d never asked you the question, he’d never hinted at it at least, he just introduced you to new people as ‘Y/N, my friend.’

“Can I go home with you after the party?”

Matty scrunched up his nose at your question.

“Of course. Why are you asking? You always stay at mine, right?”

You gave him a weak smile and nodded.

“Yeah… Just needed to get sure.”

Matty immediately noted the way you weren’t comfortable at all, you saw it in the way his eyes shifted from confused to harshness.

“Come on, let’s just go now.”

“What? No, you’re having a great time now.”

“But clearly you’re not,” Matty says a little louder than expected, and you lift your head from his to look around with a small frown “why do you care if someone hears us?”

“I don’t– Just, come on, let’s go talk somewhere more private.”

Taking his hand on yours, you drag him to one of the empty bedrooms, closing the door behind you with a sigh.

“I’d be making a joke about you wanting to get me alone and shit, but honestly you’re scaring me a bit” Matty commented, furrowing his brow as he took your other hand in his.

“I’m okay just…” you sighed “Matty, what are we?”

There it was, the question that would probably scare him away. For good or for bad, it had to be asked.

“What do you mean?” Matty asked, even more confused.

“I mean… Are we boyfriend and girlfriend? Friends with benefits? Friends that sometimes hook up?”

Matty put his lips in a thin line before answering.

“Y/N, we started this because you wanted just to fuck.”

That makes your heart drop, and you have to fight the urge to sigh in defeat.

“Yeah, I know, but it’s been almost a year, and… I mean… I like being with you.” you explain to him, biting your lip slightly before continuing talking “We go on dates and we have clothes at each other’s apartments. We’re close. We’re not just a couple of people that want to fuck anymore!”

Matty was startled by the way your voice had risen and your cheeks were starting to get red from frustration. And so were you, but you didn’t care, this needed to be finally solved.

“Babe, breathe.”

“Breathe? How do you want me to breathe?!” you asked him, slipping your hands off his to put them in your head “I think I have the right to say that out of the people in that room, I know you better than anyone. We’ve been through each other’s good and bad Matty, why… Can’t I be the one to give you everything you want?”

Matty immediately steps up to you and takes your hands off your head, placing them on his chest so you can feel just how warm he is. His eyes pierce into yours and then you feel it. His heartbeat, going a hundred times a minute. It makes you flustered that just like that, he can calm you down, but once more, it perfectly shows how good he knows you.

One or two curls fall onto his forehead as he looks straight into you and starts talking. You curse in your head that even in this time and place he looks freaking gorgeous.

“Y/N, I didn’t make anything official because you never told me you wanted to make it official,” you open your mouth to argue but he doesn’t let you speak “no, don’t argue against that. Communication is the key if we want something formal between the two of us, and God knows I’ve been craving to be with you and brag about you ever since you asked me to be your fuckfriend, but I didn’t do it because I thought you didn’t want to.”

You gulp and frown. It is true, the two of you didn’t communicate clearly with one another.

“Yeah, you are… Right,” you say with a sigh, squeezing his hands in yours for reassurance. He does the same in response and that makes you blush in a soft manner “why didn’t you say anything though?”

Matty raises an eyebrow.

“Did you just see yourself? You were almost breaking this off.”

“What?! No I wasn’t!”

“Yes you were,” Matty said, a small smile on his lips “you’re neurotic sometimes babe.”

“Oh shut up.”

“Make me.”

In a swift and quick move, you land a kiss on his lips, and when you pull back with a smirk, he puts a hand on your neck and pulls you in to devour your lips fervently, but quickly, leaving you dizzy as he pulls back.

“There,” he says, smiling widely now as he watches your eyes blurry with love and happiness “happy?”

“Very much.”

Matty smiles and grabs you in a hug, squeezing your body against his as you huff out a ‘I hate you’ and he murmurs a ‘And I love you’. After pulling back you hook your arms on his neck and he puts his hands on your waist.

“Oh and Y/N?” he asks in a whisper.

“What?”

Matty leans in, kisses your cheek and says to your ear:

“You are the one that can give me everything I want.”

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lisbeth-kk · 4 months

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December moments

Prompts used in this chapter: last night - New Year

Sherlock thinks back on the year that’s soon to be history. Has this been his best year, or was it the year he met John for the first time, or when he got a puppy for his birthday, or when Mycroft read Treasure Island to him for the first time? Let’s find out what he decides.

December 31

Falling asleep in John’s arms, has become Sherlock’s favourite thing. Correction: one of his favourite things. The list is an ongoing project and will most likely never get finished. John’s a source of constant surprise, which leaves Sherlock breathless and excited. Never in his life has anybody made him feel this vibrant, alive, loved and cherished.

Sherlock looks down at John’s hand that rests protectively over Sherlock’s heart. The late morning light makes it possible to see the gold ring on John’s finger. It’s almost glowing, and for the first time since Sherlock put it there, he wishes he had thought of buying himself one too.

Why hadn’t he?

Because he never in his life has worn anything but a watch. A ring seemed to be unnecessary at the time of his purchase. He just needed John to wear one as a proof that he was Sherlock’s.

But what if John feels the same?

Sherlock decides to go out to buy a ring for himself as soon as the jeweller opens after New Year.

***

He doesn’t cook very often but they have planned this for a few days, staying at home on this last day of their first year as lovers, and Sherlock wants it to be a day to remember. They’ve decided on turkey breast served with Hasselback potatoes, haricot verts sauteed with almonds and a cream-based orange sauce. Two bottles of Chenin Blanc from Loire are already placed in the fridge. The fruitcake Sherlock made earlier that month will be a perfect finale to the meal.

John has set the table and comes up behind Sherlock, circling his arms around Sherlock’s waist, resting his head between the shoulder blades, sighing contented.

“Thanks for doing this, love. Making the year’s last night into a feast,” he murmurs.

Sherlock leans back, nudging John to press in closer. All his nerve endings are tingling by the contact.

How is John able to do that with just caressing him like this?

“Witchcraft,” Sherlock mutters under his breath.

John just chuckles and presses an open-mouthed kiss to Sherlock’s exposed neck. A jolt of desire shoots down his spine, stirring his penis.

“Hold that thought,” John whispers against his flushed skin, letting his hands run up Sherlock’s flanks.

When John lets go, Sherlock feels bereft, and his legs feel too weak to carry him. The anticipation of what awaits him once they’ve eaten, makes him lick his dry lips.

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“You should cook more often. That was fantastic!” John exclaims after he’s eaten his fair share of the meal Sherlock’s prepared.

Sherlock just hums, feeling deliciously light-headed after too much wine. Through dinner, he’s pondered if this has been the best year of his life. It should be easy to answer yes, but what about the year he got the puppy, or when he discovered pirate stories from Mycroft’s reading? Sure, those years had been wonderful, but they couldn’t compare to this year. Only one year came close, and he realises he’s nowhere near a conclusion. It has to be a tie between the two most significant years he’s ever experienced; the year he met John and the year they became lovers. They could after all not have existed without the other.

He startles when he feels fingers carding through his hair, and John straddling him. His hands automatically find John’s hips, holding him in place.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart? You’ve been quiet for almost ten minutes,” John says in a soft voice.

Sherlock clasps his hands around the small of John’s back and pulls him closer so he can reach John’s neck and nuzzle into it. John continues to pet his hair, and it’s utter bliss.

“John,” he murmurs, placing a kiss on John’s jaw. “I just pondered a serious question.”

“Okay. Which question?” John inquires, not for a second stopping his ministrations to Sherlock’s head.

“God, John,” Sherlock moans with closed eyes leaning into John’s touch. “I love when you do that.”

“I know. That’s why I do it,” John says fondly and bends down to kiss Sherlock’s forehead.

Sherlock finally answers John, and his blue eyes fill with tears when Sherlock explains that it’s impossible to choose between the year they met and this year.

“How is it possible for me to love you more than I already do?” John asks.

It’s a rhetorical question, which becomes clear when John only seconds later cups Sherlock’s face and kisses him so tenderly it almost hurts.

***

Neither of them wanted to go out to witness the fireworks. It’s after all widely displayed on the telly if they feel the urge to watch it.

The fruitcake turned out just as Sherlock had expected, and John’s praise made him blush slightly, which John for some reason adored.

John had insisted they clean up the kitchen before settling into their chairs by the fireplace. Sherlock had acquiesced, mostly because John did the dishes and Sherlock got to distract him, biting and licking at John’s lovely neck. In the end, John had intervened.

“My darling, Sherlock. I can’t get a thing done when your gorgeous lips are marking me like that. The faster I finish, the faster we can go back to kissing. Light the fire, play for me, or put on some music or the telly, but get out of the kitchen for ten minutes, or…”

Sherlock stopped this ridiculous string of words effectively with his mouth plastered to John’s, pressing John toward the counter. Strong hands gripped his upper arms, pushed him away, turned him to face the sitting room, and one palm swatted his arse teasingly.

“Do as you’re told, soldier,” John snarled.

Sherlock immediately straightened and walked to the fireplace, daring a look over his shoulder before crouching down at the hearth. John was watching him with narrowed eyes, his arms akimbo and his weight equally distributed on both feet.

His captain!

In record time he got the fire burning, not without his hands trembling both from John’s reprimand and his own expectations of what was to come when John had finished in the kitchen.

Sherlock had been so lost in his thoughts and almost jumped up to standing when John called his name beside him. He looked up at John from under his lashes, careful not to be cheeky, but John’s eyes were soft.

“Come here,” John crooned, and Sherlock rose gracefully to his feet.

His heart did something funny in his chest by the tone of John’s voice and the look in his eyes. John took him in his arms, kissed his lips while cupping his face.

***

Outside people were gathering with cheerful and drunken voices, ready to watch the sky being filled with colourful fireworks.

Inside 221B a certain doctor surprised his detective for the last time that year by bringing Sherlock’s left hand to his lips kissing the knuckles before sliding a golden ring onto his ring finger.

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Thank you for all you support through this month and 2023. It means the world! A special thanks to the remarkable @totallysilvergirl for, without knowing it, made me consider writing a story for each day of the month, and now I'm apparently doing the days until Epiphany as well, but that's another story altogether... See you tomorrow! In the mean time, Happy New Year <3

#christmas ficlet prompts #sherlock fandom #sherlock #john watson #johnlock #sherlock fanfic #bbc sherlock #ao3 fanfic #december moments #respite in december

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Ikemen Villains Love Letter Replies: Part 1

— Ellis, Harrison, Liam

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Ellis Twilight

Q. What kind of flower do you like?

Any flower that makes you smile.

... That's not what the question meant? I like... bluebells.

They grew is clusters around the house back where I was born, they were pretty.

Do you have any flowers that brings back memories?

If you do, tell me.

Because... I want to get you some as a gift.

... Can I?

Q. I'm curious to know why you're so physically fit! Did you exercise when you were younger?

Erm... yeah.

Ever since I was born, I loved moving around. I ran around, climbed onto roofs, and raced through town.

There were kids who were better than me, so I was initially desperate to catch up with them.

I got injured a lot doing that...

But thanks to that, I can protect you without getting a single scratch, even if we're ambushed. So perhaps it wasn't a bad thing.

Q. Did anything surprising happen lately?

Yeah, El was drenched in the garden, Victor's magic trick was a success, and William came back soaked in blood which is very rare... that's all, I think?

And, of course, I was surprised and glad to read all the letters you've sent me about how happy you are when you're with me. Let's write to each other a lot from now on!

Harrison Gray

Q. What's the best beverage to have with the dessert you think is the best you've ever had so far?

I can't decide which one is best... all desserts are good, you know?

But the fruitcake I had with Liam at a Tea House recently was superb. I want to eat that again.

I always go for a sweet drink when I'm having dessert. Strawberry milk, or tea with lots of sugar. Just remember that I don't drink coffee.

Q. If Arthur Conan Doyle held a fan signing event, would you attend it?

You mean, meeting the writer of the Sherlock book in person?

How could I miss out on such an opportunity?

He's a new writer now, but I think his works will make history. You'd want to meet someone like that too, right?

Hey, you should come with me.

I rarely get nervous, but I will be when I meet him.

Q. What is a lie you've seen through that left a big impression on you?

When Victor was skipping down the hallway, he got too carried away and hit his pinky finger against a pillar. He laughed it off, saying "it doesn't hurt!". I could tell that he lied, because tears were welling up in his eyes...

Why do I remember such a small matter? Because it mitigates the memories of unpleasant lies I've seen through, so it helps me in some way.

Liam Evans

Q. If you could go on a vacation, where would you want to go?

Come to think of it, I've never been on a vacation. I don't remember doing that as a child either...

Therefore, I don't really care about the destination. Instead... I'd rather spend the time hanging out with you. It's good to have lots of fun so that you won't get lonely, right?

Alright then, from now on, I'll study about travelling.

Q. Do you have any habits or things you pay attention to when it comes to beauty?

This is a little embarrassing, but it's OK since it's you who asked!

I drink plenty of water every day. And I perspire a lot during rehearsals, so that keeps me in good shape.

It's to be expected of me because I'm a stage actor. I do my best to make myself as likeable as possible. And if it's possible... I want you to like me even more.

Q. Do you have a bedtime routine, or something you do to help yourself sleep better?

Oh, I want to know this too! This isn't really answering your question, huh.

I don't sleep very well, so I've been trying different methods to help myself fall asleep.

Something I often do before sleeping is stretching. My body gets stiff because of rehearsals, so I just relax and unwind. It's quite effective, I guess?

I'll try lots of other ways, and I hope I can help you someday.

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majorbaby · 1 year

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There is no reason why I shouldn't believe that Trapper had at least an inkling of how much his leaving suddenly would affect Hawkeye, regardless of the fact that Trapper had no reasonable means to do anything about how had to leave. And I could get even more meta about that because the line between actor and character is so blurry wrt Trapper's departure because it was Wayne's decision that became, for many, the final word on the Trapper character. Unfairly so imo, because Trapper cannot speak for himself on the matter. I think it was a decision influenced primarily by the reality of production and not what made sense for the Trapper character or the Trapper-Hawkeye relationship.

By narrative requirement (and interpretation, if you're like me and you fancy that), Trapper and Hawkeye had a near-psychic connection which ensured that Trapper could finish Hawkeye's sentences and always be on board with his schemes no matter how "silly" or "pointless" they appeared to be to everyone else.

In Dr. Pierce and Mr. Hyde, Henry asks "McIntyre, why does he do these things?" and even tho Trapper has been at his wit's end with Hawkeye and even told him he was turning into a fruitcake, the narrative knows there's a reason for Hawkeye's mania and backs it up constantly as being the only sane reaction to an insane situation - and because Hawkeye is incapacitated, it's Trapper who has to do the talking for him, which is the practical reason he answers Henry's question without skipping a beat. But we are also still meant to believe that Trapper gets Hawkeye.

So although Hawkeye's whole deal about goodbyes isn't addressed, I think Trapper knew, and he has to shoulder the burden of that knowledge while also having just lost his other half, and having been without him for a week, right after Henry's just died, under Frank and Margaret's heel. The "us against him" Frank and Margaret gleefully fantasize about in WtK 2? That's been Trapper's reality just before he gets his discharge. I have to imagine it was an intensely lonely time for him, and then he's denied any kind of closure with Hawkeye. Hawkeye receives the kiss at least.

We get a onesided look at how Trapper's abrupt exit lands with the character closest to him, but I don't think it's plausible that there wasn't some lasting damage for Trapper too. And tbf, it's true that at least he's home now - I'm not faulting anyone for not wondering about him beyond that because the show isn't concerned with it either. I just don't think we can conclusively say that he never thought about the war or the relationships he built there after he left, and even something like "who knows if he did" seems implausible to me as a read of Trapper.

#re: mash #trapper meta #mash #trapper john mcintyre #my bias here is that i absolutely hate when people are expected to read minds in relationships #if you have needs - express them #this conflicts greatly with my die-hard belief that trapper and hawkeye really were so close they could read each others minds #trapper is also very observant though #and hawkeye very open #so it's also not implausible to me that they DID discuss their needs #it went like this:#hawkeye: trapper i need you to support me and be receptive to me sharing my emotions #trapper: i need a kissy on the forehead when i am sick #they also had very enthusiastic and communicative sex <3

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Hi. I have some OC asks from the game you reblogged. :] Big list incoming lol.

Kani: What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

Gordon: If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

Sparky: If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

Darby: If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

Zeta: What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

Wormie: What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

Cassidy: Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

Phillip: Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

okieee sorry took me 40000000 yrs to do these

Kani: To find her I'd probably have to yell out something about romance novels LOLLLL. She loves to read them and collect them even though they're all trashy and terrible a lot of the time jahswjsjbwisb. And her friend would probably yell something about being hurt because she'd come RUNNING if she thought any of them were hurt, intent on healing them. That or she would be summoned by the mention of a really cute animal or someone saying they had ice cream sandwiches lol.

Gordon: The one way to tell who the real Gordon would be is asking him where Mary is since he almost always has Mary on his person and if the imposter didn't have a Mary that answered the question "What's your opinion on grapes?" correctly, then you'd know that Gordon was a fake lol.

Sparky: Either accidentally electrocuting someone (non-fatally) or stealing something expensive but she gets away with it because she's oitty.

Darby: She'd probably be able to infodump about giraffes or the history of skateboarding and its cultural connections.

Zeta: As the king of the castle he's probably gotten many odd gifts from residents of the castle. I think a gift that he hated would probably be a food that he cannot stand, like a fruitcake or something lmaoooo. He'd probably try his very best to be polite in their presence and then as soon as they're gone either dispose of it or ask someone else to.

Wormie: She will always be excited to tell people about her pet worm on the string, Specimen, and his ever growing and changing elaborate backstory. She'll also probably be able to infodump a whole bunch about her own little ocs or stories that she enjoys. I imagine that she's sometimes gone to other locations in the game and watched some shows on the TVs and probably seen some of the birds' movies. She'd literally talk for a solid hour straight about nothing, so starved to talk to someone willing to listen.

Cassidy: Of course since she is his best friend, he likes Nicole for who she is despite not being the biggest fan of her work. He just doesn't find the genre of her movies to be that engaging to him and suggests her to add some more horror elements to her work lol. In terms of the vice versa, he used to be big a fan of both DJ Grooves and Conductor's work but after meeting them he thinks a little bit less of their work. He also used to like them as public figures before he met them and saw how arrogant they can be. He doesn't really hate them per say but he definitely wants to knock them down a few pegs and can get rather annoyed by them and their rivalry. They're not on friendly terms but he will tolerate them in his presence.

Phillip: Phillip's probably done this before LMAO. I can see him being given something AWFUL and being one of the few Express Owls who actually gives the food a fair try while the others spit it out. He'd be like ".... It's deli-- (nearly throws up) delicious..!" and then aside he'd probably say "... This is so gross-"

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louwhose · 1 year

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Forbid

For @zelinkcommunity's weekly prompt Forbid

No one had ever expressly forbid it.

But it was so obviously ludicrous an idea that no one needed to.

She was the princess. And he was her guard.

When Zelda first met Link as her assigned guard for the day, she paused a moment longer than usual to take in the sight of him. He was far younger than most of her guards were, around the same age as her. There was more to appreciate in that youthful face than the wrinkles of the veterans whose care she was normally entrusted to. His long hair might be considered unscrupulous by some, but he managed it well and it suited him, and Zelda would be lying if she didn’t appreciate the sight of it almost as much as his vivid blue eyes.

And then she turned away and went about her day. Because it didn’t matter if she appreciated how he looked. He was her guard. And she was the princess.

That’s how things went for quite some time. Perfectly proper. Beyond a few mutually lingering looks, absolutely nothing was out of the ordinary.

And then they became friends.

There was nothing big that happened. It started out when Zelda had made a fascinating discovery that she just had to tell someone, and Link was the only one around. But then he listened, and prompted her with a few questions about it. And then a few days later, when they were alone, he cracked a joke about it, and she laughed.

And it continued, small comments or compliments or jokes, always when they were alone. Nothing scandalous, always proper in public, and nothing unheard of, even if it were a bit unusual.

But she never guessed how easy it would be to go from being friends to falling in love.

How much she loved his smile and wanted to do anything to see it again, to see those blue eyes wrinkle in amusement or simply because he was content, it didn’t matter which. The more she got to know him, the more insatiable she became to know it all. Wondering, perhaps hoping, that he felt the same.

Zelda kissed Link first. On the cheek, but it was still a bold move. Still completely inappropriate. Still something she knew that, if someone else had seen it, he would have been reassigned immediately.

Nothing happened at first. For a moment she was afraid that she had overstepped. Done more than was fine with their friendship.

But then Link caught her hand, and in a move that there was technically nothing improper about it but felt like there was absolutely everything improper about it, brought her hand to his mouth and placed a lingering, tender kiss there, eyes locked on hers the entire time.

That was answer enough. Zelda held onto his hand and he didn’t try to pull it away.

When they finally did kiss they were hidden away in a nook, with the taste of fruitcake stolen from the kitchen dancing on their tongues.

And so it continued. Stolen moments. Hands brushing against each other, laughing together, sharing dreams for a life they could never spend together.

It was almost too easy to hide. Or perhaps the court didn’t have the sharp eyes for spotting affaires that they thought they did.

They were never discovered, but it all came crashing down anyhow.

Zelda was a princess. She had a duty to carry on her royal line for her kingdom. And that royal line couldn’t be sired by a guard, no matter how much she may love him.

“What if we elope?” Link asked in a whisper, rubbing her arms consoling as she sobbed over the events of the day.

And oh, how she wanted to. “But I have a duty to my kingdom.”

“It doesn’t need to be forever,” he promised. “But… if we elope, and return with the next in line to the throne, can they really deny that?”

Knowing the court, they’d likely try to find a way, anyhow. But she certainly liked to entertain the notion.

“Besides, don’t you ever want to escape here and just live for a while?”

“With you? Always.”

And so she agreed to it. She wasn’t sure if she would ever actually come back, no matter how much she cared for the wellbeing of her subjects.

But as she held onto Link’s hand as he led her out of the castle, she thought that as long as she held onto his hand, it wasn’t so bad.

Perhaps it had been forbidden. But the forbidden fruit was tantalizing.

And she was glad that she had picked this one because it was oh so sweet.

#only on tumblr for now because... uh. I feel too lazy to post it to AO3 at the moment.#why did this turn out longer than I meant it was just supposed to be a short little thing #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #zelink #loz #botw #somewhat au-ish?#idk in my mind it is a bit of a regency romance but idk it works in the normal time #minus the impending calamity that is #lou writes

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Tea Time || Luci and Alistair

TIMING: December LOCATION: The Sugar Pot PARTIES: Luci (@luci-in-the-stars) & Alistair @deathsplaything SUMMARY: Luci goes to find a new place to study. Alistair and Melody meet another spellcaster CONTENT WARNINGS: None!

It was another slow day for The Sugar Pot. He could hear Melody sorting the inventory around the shop, facing some items and restocking low products. It was the middle of the day, so now was a good time to get things done. “Mail, 217 unread emails.” The voiceover on his phone informed him as he opened it. “Instagram, double tap to open.” No, not that one, either. “News. Double tap to open,” the phone informed him. Alistair double-tapped the screen, and it began reading news headlines from local news. Something about hand turkeys from Thanksgiving began to read, talking about how they had violent tendencies. Yikes. He tapped to the following article, discussing statues with googly eyes. Yep, nothing in this town was ever expected. He turned off the voiceover on his phone, then shoved said phone back into his pocket.

As soon as the phone was tucked away, the bell attached to the door jingled, signifying a customer. “Welcome to the Sugar Pot!” Alistair spoke in a customer-service voice, complete with a smile. He didn’t bother turning to look in the direction of the noise, hearing the footsteps of the person moving in his direction. They were light, which led him to believe that it was someone smaller in stature. “What can I do for you?” As he finished his question, Brutus, the ever-faithful guide dog, walked over to his side, ready to help him move around.

He heard the familiar footfalls of Melody, his business partner, walking in his direction, the steps reaching his direction until they stopped when they reached the side unoccupied by his dog. Alistair got around well enough between Brutus as his eyes and Melody as his glasses.

Luci loved her brother, and even liked Felix a lot - but she knew that sitting in the apartment all day with them would probably end up with her annoying them. After all, she was at once too much and not structured enough to actually be able to not be odd at any one point. Surely that had to be annoying. So, she had taken to continuing her exploration of the small town writing down what she found as well as generally getting work done. Parts were actual school work or things Vera gave her, but mostly it was her own research.

It was what led her to the tea shop - her curiosity of the place noting it as a place she should explore. Her arms holding two notebooks and a book she’d just rented from the library her fingers tapping across the edge of them out of habit . At the greeting she startled for a second, settling down when she realized it must be the owner going closer and said, “ Hello. Nice to meet you, Sir. Oh - I don’t actually know what to get yet. Do you have a favorite tea or I guess one that you wish more people would try?” She was, after all, going to get a cup or pot if she was going to hide out here for most of the day. “Also is it free seating?”

Alistair’s head went skyward as he thought for a moment about what he would recommend. “Well, we just brought back our seasonal flavors.” He spoke, gesturing to the menu that featured holiday hits such as Sleigh Ride: Fruity and lightly spiced, with a hint of naturally sweet beetroot and toasty popped rice. Candy Cane Dream: Rich and creamy, with a sweet white chocolate flavor and an icy-cool peppermint finish. Latke Love: Delicate notes of warm cinnamon and not-too-sweet apples. Elf-Help: Smooth citrus, festive cranberry, and creamy coconut that tastes like a fruitcake that doesn’t suck.

“If you’re not into any of those, I’m partial to the lavender earl grey.” He then added on, leaning against the counter with a friendly smile. “Seating’s free, feel free to make yourself at home.” He answered with a nod of his head. There were people scattered around the shop typing away at laptops and working on paperwork. He’d decided long ago that if he wanted to compete with Latte to Love at all, he’d need to let people stay around as long as they wanted. And it had worked, he’d gained a lot of loyal customers that way.

At the gesture Luci got closer to the menu looking carefully at all the interesting names, and descriptions. Most of her wanted to ask questions about how a tea could get chocolate flavoring in it - if it was actually a hot chocolate. She also briefly wondered if she could change bits of it if she didn’t like the flavor after a while. Sometimes she found tastes overwhelming, especially when she was trying to concentrate. She never really messed around with food - cooking already being a process within itself - but it would be interesting to start on teas.

Still, she thought that might be rude.After all, the people here had made them specifically and her magically changing it would probably be seen as a slight. Still at the idea of lavender earl grey - that did sound perfect. “Awesome. Thank you, Mister. I think I’d go with your recommendation if that’s okay. I really like lavender,” She said with a smile looking back at the other.

Alistair nodded to the girl with a smile. “Of course! It’s my favorite for a reason, it smells and tastes great.” He turned his head in the direction of Melody, who had already begun to prepare the drink. Since that was covered, he turned his attention back to the register in front of him and entered in the total. “Anything else or will that be all for you today?” He asked, that same customer service-friendly smile plastered on his face.

“I’m guessing your a student at the local university?” He asked, referring to her asking if she’d be able to spend time in the shop today. Alistair got his fair share of university students that came in to study. It had nothing on Latte to Love, but he’d done his best to try and keep up with the local youth. Alistair tilted his head to the side as he listened to the plunk of a cup next to him, Melody had delivered the drink onto the counter for the girl. “That’ll be 4.60.” He spoke with a nod of his head.

Luci nodded excited at the prospect and then realized - rather suddenly he couldn’t see. It had taken her a moment, and her face flushed. “Okay, thank you. Oh no I don’t think I need anything else.”

There was something odd though now that she was looking at the glasses. Something curious in the way they gleaned that made her step closer examining them. He probably wouldn’t notice if she did right? Getting closer she looked at the rims, wondering if it was similar to what Vera would have done. “Oh - Yeah I’m a student at the university,” she said distractedly as she glanced over to the pup she’d excitedly noticed. A flash going through her brain as she realized something.

Taking the drink from Melody she gave the woman a smile and pushed over a ten intending the rest to be a tip before glancing back at the man. “Say - Mister, can I ask you a question?” Luci said softly not wanting others to hear her as dots were connecting hands holding her drink. “I don’t want to be rude, so I won’t ask if you don’t want me too.”

Taking the bill, Alistair entered it into a machine that told him what denomination it was, then slid it into the cash register and began to make out the change. “Good for you, education is important.” He spoke with a polite smile before closing the register and placing the change back onto the counter and sliding it toward her. Melody smiled back, but kept silent as Alistair went about the transaction. She opened her mouth to speak, but then thought better of it and went to cleaning up the mess she had made in the process of making the tea.

It was silent for a moment, and then the girl spoke up again. Alistair had an idea of what she was going to ask, it didn’t take a lot to figure out. He was blind, it was going to be something of that vein. It always was. He raised his brows and quirked his head to the side. “We cannot learn if we do not ask.” He spoke simply, shrugging his shoulders. At this point, he’d be surprised if it wasn’t related to his vision.

Luci put the change into the tip jar still curious about the man looking between him and the dog for a moment wanting to figure out how to phrase this in a way she could backtrack if she needed too. Taking out her notebook and carefully placing the tea on the counter she wrote the words carefully showing the page to the dog while looking at the man.

Can you see this then? Through the dog's eyes? Pretty cool enchantment if so. I’ve never seen anything quite like that.

Her eyes flickered back to the man trying to see if his face changed as she did it. “Your glasses are pretty cool. Where’d you get them?” Luci was trying to get him to speak, to either notice that she did, or if she was wrong to be able to walk away from this without too much trouble.

Brutus was a smart dog, always had been. That’s why he had been chosen to be the one to guide the necromancer around. Not just any dog would have worked. No, Alistair had been terribly picky upon choosing. Upon the note being put in the dog’s face, Brutus thumped his tail on the ground, an alert that called Alistair’s attention immediately, causing the spell caster to peer through his familiar’s eyes.

After reading the note, a slow smile crept up onto Alistair’s face. “You can speak freely about it, Melody and I are both spellcasters.” He said plainly, putting both his hands onto the countertop. “And it’s not…” he trailed off, trying to formulate the correct words. “The glasses are an enchantment, but not for that.” He decided to say. “The enchantment is covering up something unsightly, where my ability to see through Brutus’s eyes is a channeling spell.” He shrugged his shoulders, as if admitting the purpose of his glasses didn’t bother him. Young spellcasters should know how things work, he thought.

“Name’s Alistair,” he introduced with the dip of his head in greeting. “Don’t tell me that the university has a secret spellcasting major.” He suddenly spoke, face twisting in distaste at the idea of a hidden sect within the school.

Luci tilted her head trying to figure it out, her eyes going to the dog again trying to figure out how it worked. She didn’t know what the enchantment was - she had assumed incorrectly on that it seemed.

Still she pulled her notebook back to herself writing down what she did think it did. “Nodding a little she didn’t bother hiding it anymore. I thought I could be wrong, about 45% chance,” she said softly. “I just noticed the rim of your glasses. Vera’s got a pair for sale that have something like that on them. I haven’t gotten to touch them yet - I didn’t know what those did. I figured it might be something - but I’m sorry for just guessing.” She flickered back to Brutus knowing that spell. It had just been odd luck that she’d been right. She frowned at that. She hated that honestly.

At his name Luci blinked wondering if that meant she should give hers. “I’m Luci. I don’t think there’s anything like that.” Well if she was honest she wouldn’t be a biochemistry major if she didn’t need to be to learn alchemy better. It was helpful for her anyway, if she was honest. “I just happen to be in university is all.” She moved to get her cup back and sipped at it. “The enchantment you have is good though. If I hadn’t been looking I wouldn’t have noticed.”

Alistair couldn’t knock the girl’s curiosity. He had it himself when he was her age, in fact. “Very perceptive of you.” He responded with a knowing nod. “It hides the cause of my vision impairment,” he explained with a shrug of his shoulder. “There’s no fault for guessing, it was a good one, and I understand curiosity. I encourage any and all questions, especially regarding things of that nature.” He tapped a finger to his sunglasses with a smirk.

“Oh, good.” He then spoke before letting out a puff of breath. “The last thing we need is a college with secrets. Everything else in this bloody town is full of secrets.” The redhead rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “I’ve had the enchantment for eight years now, you’re the first person to look close enough to notice it. It’s impressive, really. Most people don’t go around looking for those sorts of things.”

Melody took that moment to turn around and look at the girl curiously. “What branch of magic do you specialize in?” She asked, grey eyes searching the young girl. Alistair turned his head toward Melody, shooting her a look. “What, we just go around asking people that now?” He asked her with a raised brow. “Color me equally curious,” she shot back with a simple shrug of her shoulders.

Luci nodded thinking it made sense. After all, she hadn’t realized he couldn’t see partially because of the glasses. Still there was a bit of a frown on her face. “It’s not good to guess. I could have been wrong and offended you a lot.” That, and she normally was good at picking up things. Maybe truly, that only was because she so rarely interacted with the things she was studying. It was a bit of a startling idea, but she didn’t let that show much. She was curious of the two now, but she also felt a little embarrassed.

It didn’t seem to last long as she looked curiously between them. “I mean the town is fascinating, but I don’t think there’s all that many secrets. At least not so many. Well, I mean I think if you look hard enough at them they wouldn’t stick you know?.” She tapped at her notebook with her finger at that idea that she had noticed and other people didn’t. “I’m always looking for things like that. I like those types of things.” She wanted to ask if she could look closer, but she was pretty sure that was very rude.

It was in her nature though, to look closely at things and try to understand it. There were rules and as soon as you learned them you could understand it. Now that she knew it was an enchantment she knew the limitations of it, and she could guess much of what it was.

At the question Luci was a little startled, most people in her life had never asked her. Then again she didn’t know many other spellcasters outside of her family. “Oh - uh I’m an alchemist. I mean I’m not quite one of those yet, but I study alchemy,” she said simply figuring that the two might now know all the information that they needed to about why she had figured it out. She didn’t know if she could ask the same question to the two looking between them. After all, Alistair had seemed like he didn’t particularly like the question.

Alistair tilted his head to the side, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I suppose so, but what’s done is done, and you were right.” He removed his glasses, revealing the burn scar that covered the top half of his face. “No harm done.” He shrugged his shoulders and put his sunglasses back on, and the scarring disappeared. “That’s what my sunglasses do.” He explained, not feeling embarrassed about showing off the scar. Scars happened, and he had learned to accept it, even if it did bring up painful memories from time to time.

“Really? The town isn’t as fascinating as the sky literally screaming? Alistair quirked a brow that rose from atop his glasses. “Though I quite draw the line at magic schools.” He decided with a harrumph. “Though you’re right, some of the secrets are more lackluster than others.” He waved a hand, as if dismissing the thought.

His disinterest suddenly turned to interest as the girl mentioned alchemy. Out of all the branches of magic, Alistair wished that could of been what he studied. But no, individuality among the McKenzie family was strongly discouraged. “Always been fascinated by alchemy.” He found himself admitting with a grin. “Good on you for studying it, you’ll have to show me what you learn.” He looked over to Melody’s direction. “She’s a master at mental magic, and I… well.” He frowned, rubbing his face and then sighing. “Necromancer.” He finally said, a look of apprehension on his face.

Luci didn’t startle seeing the scars the older man had. If anything part of her wanted to go closer to see what they looked like - but figured that was a bit too rude. Instead she nodded and said softly, “Thank you for letting me see. The charm is really quite good. Whoever you got it from should be proud of it.”

Luci shrugged at the question and said, “ I never said it wasn’t fascinating, just everything is pretty explainable.” It was something that she held pretty close to herself that even magic could be explained. Maybe she wouldn’t understand it personally - but that was hardly a fault of magic. “I also don’t think there are any secret magic schools. Who would want to go to one of those.” Well, maybe when she was little she hoped that she could have friends who were spellcasters - but she did in the form of her siblings. That had always been enough for her.

Luci tilted her head a little and said, “Really? Most people don’t find it particularly fascinating. I haven’t heard anyone wanting to be an alchemist.” She had plenty of people wanting her to help them - either strengthening or amplifying objects mostly - but with the same interest people gave IT. Still she laughed and said, “Sure I’d be happy too. I can’t say it always works though - experimentation and such.” There was a hesitancy there as she knew her magic was probably broken. She didn’t really know if she could show either of them anything. Luz did listen carefully however when they decided to tell their own and she nodded writing them down. “Fascinating. I don’t know anyone who does either of those - or at least that I know of.” She wanted to ask questions about both fields but she bit her lip instead knowing that would be overwhelming.

“I got it from someone in New York City. Real big shot, I’m sure they know their work is good.” Alistair waved a hand, not thinking much of the person who gave it to him. It was so long ago, that the name was all but a faded smudge on a paper long forgotten. She thanked him for letting her see, and that struck him. “You’re welcome,” he grumbled before grabbing the wash rag and wiping down the counter for an excuse for something to occupy his hands.

Alistair smirked, a girl who spoke like a true scientist. He could respect it. “Everything can be explained, just that sometimes the answers don’t match our initial hypothesis.” He responded with a sage nod of his head. He remembered all the times he had to write those lab reports, all the countless hours spent in labs, older than everyone else in the class. He didn’t regret it. He loved pharmacy and prepharmacy school. He loved helping people in a way that he could, even if it wasn’t as impressive as being a medical doctor, he was still a doctor. “Haven’t done a scientific study in a while, I’ll be honest with you.”

“Of course it’s fascinating! Transmuting objects? That’s far cooler than what I do. Very mad scientist of you, I think.” A half smile appeared on his face as he stopped wiping the counter. “You should be proud of what you do. You’re a spellcaster who’s trying to master their craft, that’s something to be proud of. Even if you’re not quite there yet. You’re young. You have time.”

“Well if you ever have questions, we’re two resources that you can certainly use.” He answered as she expressed her own interest in their respective fields. “Necromancy is seen as a very taboo area of practice. It’s not something I talk about much. But for the sake of scientific discovery,” he quirked a smile, “I’d be happy to.”

“It is fascinating,” Luci said, deciding that she probably shouldn’t ask a lot of questions. After all, if there was alchemist in New York City she wondered if they knew her Tia. She also wondered if they would want to help her, and while she wasn’t sure about it she wanted to learn from as many people as she could.

Luci nodded, and then remembering the other couldn’t see said, “Yes. Exactly - just because it’s different doesn’t mean it’s not correct. Magic to regular humans is just science that isn’t explained yet. Our type of magic is just - a different set of rules.” Rules she thought she knew, and rules it turns out she might not know very well.

Luz chuckled at the idea, “I mean I don’t know if I’m a mad scientist but - I guess yes I want to be an alchemist.” It really was the only thing that she knew she wanted to be, everything else seemed nebulous outside of her control and often frightening. “Thank you. I know it’ll take a lot of years before I get really good, but I’m willing to work on it.”

Her eyes gleamed at the idea looking between Melody and Alistair “Oh! I’d love to pick your brains on things if you two don’t mind. I’ve always been interested in magic, and that’s okay. If you don’t want to answer a question I’m very good about not pushing the issue. I just find that alchemy ends up touching every other magic in some way and - well I’m a naturally curious person.” It wasn’t a secret after all as Luz looked a little more excited. “It was really nice to meet you two.”

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Alistair couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, nodding his head. “I’d be happy to answer anything you have questions on.” He told her, not wanting to speak for Melody, who simply nodded her head with a soft smile. Alistair felt a kindred spirit in the young girl, and wanted to do whatever she needed to thrive, to be a better spellcaster. Do something that he never got to do, which was follow a field of magic that he actually liked. “Nice to meet you as well, please don’t be a stranger.” He insisted, thrusting a finger in Luz’s direction. “I want to hear what you’re up to, what you’re studying. I’m sure I can help in my own way.” He shrugged his shoulders, unsure of what help he could really be to an alchemist.

“Take care of yourself, okay?” He urged, feeling a need to protect the young girl. “Don’t transmute something you can’t explain away, et cetera, et cetera.” He waved a hand dismissively, an impish grin crawling across his features. A curious mind that wanted to know for the sake of knowing, and not judge someone based on the cards they were dealt. Yes, he had much he could teach the girl.

#Para: Alistair #a dangerous disposition; para

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 27 days

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Polite and smart and punctual, It once was good to be. You answered for your actions And a woman was a she. You'd stand up for your people, If needs be even fight. But now if you uphold such values, Then you are far right.

Oh... we're all far right now, We're all far right now, Peterson, Rogan, Shapiro, Ee-aye, Ee-aye, Ee-aye-oh. We worship Mussolini, His portrait's in the loft. Musk saved Twitter. Heil Hitler! We're all far right now.

Oh, you say you're in the middle. A moderate individual. A Gladstonian liberal. You once laughed at Donald Trump. You're probably a fascist too.

There once was a great speaker Called Martin Luther King Said character's what matters Not the colour of your skin. But conduct doesn't count now, Just your identity. If you should ever question this, You're racist obviously.

Oh... we're all racist now, We're all racist now, Off to the gallows we must go, Ee-aye, Ee-aye, Ee-aye-oh. Worse than Winston Churchill, Worse than Enoch Powell, Ku Klux Klan and Jimmy Fallon. We're all racist now.

Oh, the countryside is racist, Dogs and cats are racist, Eating meat is racist. Black Lives Matter's even racist. Do you know what's also racist? You.

Found out I am dyslexic, I thought I was just thick. My son he is dyspraxic I'd presumed he was a dick. My mother is bulimic, My mate's got OCD, My girlfriend is bipolar. That gives me anxiety.

Oh... we're all mental now, We're all mental now, Off to the madhouse we must go, Luh-luh, luh-luh, luh-luh, luh. Nutty as a fruitcake, Demented and deranged. Cuckoo, Psycho, Wacko, Loco, We're all mental now.

Oh, my, what is coming next? What is coming next? What is coming next? Oh, my, what is coming next? We're probably all paedos too.

Dirty little paedo, Hanging around the lido, In your little Speedos, Far right!

#Dominic Frisby #far right #We Are All Far Right Now #comedy #religion is a mental illness

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walkawaytall · 2 months

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For the mix and match asks, 5d or 7j?

5d was answered here and 7j was answered here!

But, I was debating between two fics for 5d, so I'll give my secondary answer here:

5d - Which of your fics is the funniest? What is your favorite line or excerpt from it?

I personally find Confirmed by Sources Close to the Subject and Just Tauntauns the funniest, but they both have mushy moments in them, while Nemesis is objectively humorous the whole way through. Anyway, this exchange is probably my favorite, just because it becomes clear that so much of Tarkin's paranoia might just have some validity to it:

Her smile was patient, demure, almost pained, but Wilhuff detected near-laughter underneath her cool facade. Princess Leia opened the door. “I’m sure Emperor Palpatine has better things to do on his birthday than wait by the comm to hear about my debriefing. Though,” She glanced at her chrono dramatically, “I suppose it’s not his birthday any longer, is it?” Wilhuff’s stomach dropped. The birthday holo for the Emperor. He had completely forgotten to send it. If he sent it now, it would seem like an afterthought, as if he didn’t care enough to send a message on time. Wilhuff swallowed his panic, attempting to recapture the calm, cool expression he had maintained for much of the meeting. “Is it midnight already?” he asked, glancing casually at his chrono. “Quarter past, and on that note, I’m going to head home. We have an early vote in the Senate tomorrow and I need to be able to do my duty.” Princess Leia took a step and turned around in the doorway. “Say, Governor Tarkin? What did they end up serving for dessert at lunch today? We took the jogan fruitcake for the refugees at the last minute, so I’m afraid it’s likely filling the bellies of pirates.” Wilhuff narrowed his eyes, wishing not for the first time that looks could kill or at least seriously injure. “Bread pudding.” “Oh, you hate bread pudding, don’t you?” she asked, tone so sympathetic that one might mistake it for condescending mockery. “Shame.” Princess Leia smiled once more before turning and walking out of his office. Wilhuff’s eye twitched.

Thanks for the questions!

mix-and-match fanfic writer asks

#fanfic writer ask game #fanfic writer asks #writer ask game #writer asks #xmas-pterodactyl

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noteworthyao3 · 5 months

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Hello! So I really like your story, Neutral. However, I do have a question.

Who will be the first to find out Messer grew up in the ghost zone as ClockWork ward?

In order to avoid spoiling it for everyone, you can be cryptic by doing an initial of their first name or a riddle.

Instead of answering this myself (because let's be honest a hint or a riddle may give you a brief moment of gratification but ultimately will suck the joy out of the experience when the time comes), I let local die-hard Neutral fan @innerenigma answer this with some of her musings/theories. Here are her words verbatim:

"Who will be the first to find out Messer grew up in the Ghost Zone as ClockWork’s ward? (I see errors, I fix, moving on to an enigmatic response) To begin delving into this question, we need to break it up to two sections. Finding out Messer comes from/used to reside in the Ghost Zone and then being Clockwork’s ward are two completely entirely different topics. I personally feel like Messer would never let out (AKA she��d rather go to her grave) that she has any involvement or connection with Clockwork. Reason being? Cause she’s aware of what an ultimate OP motherfucker he is and she doesn’t want that knowledge of their connection to be used for any ulterior motives or to be used against her in any way (y’all gotta remember despite her concerns and reservations at times, I still feel like Clockwork has Messer’s absolute trust). The only way anyone would ever find out about that involvement is if said person has very good inner-connections within the Ghost Zone (or if they have general access to the Ghost Zone, without repercussions due to powers or tech, I’ll get to that in a bit). The only person/fruitcake that comes to mind that would find out about Messer’s involvement with Clockwork and therefore her origins from the Ghost Zone would probably be Vlad. AND the only reason I say probably is cause I really doubt Skulker would give that information to just anyone, he’s not stupid (I believe he wouldn’t ever mention it to Vlad, but who knows he’d probably say something carelessly without meaning to around him and then it would pique Vlad’s interest, who knows???) (Also if anyone’s confused by this, Imma have to refer y’all back to Ch. 2, and now that I think about it technically speaking there is already one ghost/person? that already knows of Messer’s origins and that would be Skulker kiddos!~).

On with my next point, the one I mentioned I’d get back to later, is that Danny and the Gang would find out. Probably not until The Ultimate Enemy though, cause Clockwork being introduced to that whole cast of characters early on would possibly be wrong to him and he wouldn’t let that happen (y’all gotta remember, he didn’t show up even when Messer was having her hand crushed and even when she was blown off a moving train. He’s saving his appearance for when the time is right). In regards to Messer’s involvement with the Ghost Zone, Imma just have to say that the only way anyone would find out about that is if Messer confessed to it (more than likely to one of the adults she trusts like Mrs. Haru or Mr. Lancer) but even then it’d probably take a lot of convincing cause to Messer she probably sees her origins from the Ghost Zone and with Clockwork to be the same thing (so if she comes out with one, the other would have to as well). Hmm or maybe I should give Messer more credit here and just say that she has the fool proof idea of feigning ignorance, it’s not like anyone would actually know she’s from the Ghost Zone without hearing it directly from Clockwork unless she slips up her knowledge here and there. As to how others would possibly find out the slight hint of her connection someone would have to see that the Ghost Zone has zero effects on her person unlike most other people (it’d have to be people with the knowledge of Ghosts to figure this one out). Then again, Messer would probably just write the above off by saying some few well calculated words here and there. But to ultimately end this discussion before I pass out, my answer is just Skulker.

Skulker knows, he’s the first person mic drop

I also personally headcanon that Wes saw Messer walk through one of the natural portals into Amity Park (in Ch. 5) cause I’m evil, and YET AGAIN nobody believes him. If y’all wanna hear spoiler free stuff, come join us at the Notepad Discord. Me and Kristie would love to go off on our tangents, discussions and theories. 👀"

-@innerenigma

#mail box #neutral #enigma and kristie have many mannnny thoughts #collectively between them i think they've written over 100 pages worth in theories and discussions #and that is not an exaggeration

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husbandomail · 5 months

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December 6: seasonal starbucks [kinda]

“I wouldn’t call it a punishment,” Joshua’s voice drifts from behind the counter, easily heard despite the noise of the coffee grinder. “It’s more like— the consequences of my actions.”

After the most recent Reaper’s Game, the enigmatic Yoshia Kiryu had made a quiet reappearance behind the counter of WildKat cafe— as always, he refused to explain himself, but the equally-enigmatic cafe owner had called it “Joshua’s just desserts.”

You snort and set your mug down. “That’s the same thing, Josh. Even you can’t talk your way outta this one.”

“There is a difference!” He argues. Although his human form is still fairly petite, Joshua’s movements give away his inhumanity— he doesn’t blink as often as he should, and his eyes never stray from yours even as he perfectly flips switches on machines. He’s too perfect. Sometimes the coffee maker turns on before he can even touch it. “Now, enough of that— try this.”

He sets another mug in front of you, nudging your previous one aside. When you take a sip, your eyes flicker over the rim of the cup and towards his typical smug grin. As soon as the drink hits your tastebuds, you wince at the odd flavor that blossoms over your tongue. “What the hell did you put in this?”

Joshua rests his chin in his hands and bats his eyes at you. “I’m working on the holiday menu for Mr. H. What, is it not good?”

You stare into the mug, almost convinced that you can see flecks of something drifting between the latte foam. “That doesn’t answer the question, Joshua.”

He shrugs, his smile so fake and bright that you’re sure he’s sparkling. “So the fruitcake latte doesn’t go on the menu?”

#twewy #yoshiya kiryu #scenarios #imagines #christmas list #x reader

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honey-fickle · 6 months

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what kind of tree again?

he used to hold me between two palms

broad fingers in the divots of my heaving ribs

i used to trace the lines on his face

and ask all the questions the church couldn't answer

and he called me fruitcake and read me to sleep.

mercy on the radio and sawdust stuck to my sweat

balling up bread in a bowl of milk

the day before his birthday

ice blocks i had to wrap in tissue,

paints and paper plates and

being 10 years old and alone in my nursery hall.

now nothing is as gentle

his hands are not so broad

and mine are not so small

and he cannot look me in the eyes

or say my name to my face.

last night i dreamt i slashed the door

to his downstairs bathroom with a kitchen knife

that fit perfectly in my hand

it sliced easily, willingly,

through soft rotting wood

opening up for me like a pitless plum

and i lied to him instantly

i did it on purpose

i did not pay.

#2023 #poetry #original poem #creative writing #short and sweet #this one's for all the kids raised by their grandparents

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thetravelingymleader · 10 months

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[A small package with lots and lots of packing peanuts and wrapping paper arrives. In the middle of all that trash is a vial with a colorless, viscous liquid. There are multiple purple and red droplets suspended in the liquid, drifting slowly. When shaken, they clump together, but stay separate. The vial has been decorated with a single black rose petal. You can make out a few faint scratches on the stopper that could be two letters: one is a T or a weird L, the second could be an R or maybe a K. There is also a piece of fruitcake, wrapped in parchment paper]

"Huh... what's this supposed to be?" Nox scratches his head, but brings the package inside the house. He opens it hoping for answers, but only receives more questions.

He examines the items, before finally picking up the strange vial and holds it up to the light curiously. The black petal is pretty, he admits to himself but... what's with the weird colored droplets floating inside the vial? He turns it in between his fingers and takes note of the initials on the stopper.

"T...K...? No maybe L, R? Weird..." -Team Rocket maybe?? Nah. This doesn't really seem like something they would do...

What the hell is going on???

#answered asks #pkmn irl #pkmn rp #//mun: I actually am puzzled #//no idea whats going on #//im interested though

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giggleeclown · 2 years

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Happy 45th, CEC! (TK FIC)

(Hey everyone! This is my first animatronic and first CEC tk fic! since it’s CEC’s 45th anniversary today, I wanted to make something cute and special to celebrate. I hope you enjoy!)

(HEADS UP. THIS IS A PIZZA TIME THEATRE FANFIC, NOT THE CHUCK E CHEESE YOU MIGHT BE THINKING OF. PTT CHUCK WAS THE OLDEST VARIANT OF CHUCK, BEING MORE ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES, INSULTING AND SNAPPY. Jasper t jowls is also not himself, being the oldest variant of himself as well. He was much slower paced and dumber back then with a tendency to laugh loud and annoy PTT Chuck.)

(ALSO! This fic has implied romantic tension between Jasper and Chuck. It’s not light but it’s noticable, if that’s not your thing that’s okay!)

Fic description: It’s the 45th anniversary celebration of the first CEC PTT opening, but Chuck E. Is nowhere to be found. When he stumbles into the party completely intoxicated and fashionably late, Jasper finds out the hard way that Chuck gets touchy when he’s drunk.

The Pizza Time Theatre has always buzzed with noise and excitement. Children happily playing, workers and customers bustling back and forth, the kitchen exploding with the smells of pizza, syrupy soda and cake. Still, even with all of the excitement, nothing could take away the excitement of the Pizza Time Players. Those animals, quite literally, kept the whole show going.

Tonight, however, was a different kind of excitement for the Pizza Time Players. The doors to the store were locked up tight, yet music blasted louder than ever. The smell of pizza wafted through the room as Pasqually opened up the kitchen doors, setting a giant pizza down on one of the tables. The players whooped and cheered when they saw that the pizza had been heavily topped and flooded with cheese. In the center, pepperoni slices spelled out ‘Happy Anniversary!’. It was the Pizza Time Theatre’s anniversary today.

“That looks… better than ever…” Mr. Munch whispered, his mouth watering as he piled up a stack of slices. Jasper began to laugh. “Well save some fer me and the others, Munch!” As everyone grabbed a slice, Pasqually noticed a couple slices left behind. Everyone should have gotten enough to make it all run out, who didn’t get some?

“Heya, guys, have you seen the Boss?” Pasqually piped up, realizing who was missing from their gathering.

“Haven’t seen ‘m!” The others chirped, mouths full of pizza.

Jasper found that quite strange. If anyone should be here, it should be Chuck E. Cheese.

By the time everyone had finished eating, everyone was looking for Chuck. Still, not a single person could find him. Jasper began to worry. A lot. Where could Chuck be on the anniversary of his own founding?!

That question was soon answered when Chuck burst out of the custodian’s closet, stumbling back and forth and hiccuping inconsistently. Suddenly, everyone began to laugh out loud. Poor Chuck had gotten completely wasted and fallen asleep in the closet.

“HhiYa, fOLkssszzhs! Hhhappy annivoisary!” Chuck slurred, running into a table. He began wheezing and laughing, trying to compose himself. Everyone laughed harder as Pasqually rolled his eyes affectionately.

“Good to see you’re okay, Boss.” Pasqually chuckled as Chuck threw his arms around the chef, messily kissing him on both sides of his face. This made Jasper turn a bright red color as he looked down at the floor, tugging at his collar.

Chuck made his way around the entire scene, attempting to talk to everyone. He occasionally tripped into someone or forgot what he was saying, but he eventually made his way around to Jasper.

“Jaspaaah!” Chuck grinned loopily, throwing an arm around his friend and holding him close. “Aaaand howszzzh my favorite fruitcake?”

Jasper choked, smiling dopily. “Ouuuh boss I’m doin’… just fineee…”

Chuck didn’t seem very convinced. For once in Jasper’s sorry life, he wasn’t laughing one bit. Everyone else seemed to be laughing, (Chuck couldn’t tell why) but Jasper wasn’t at all.

“Whazzhza matta wit yyyou.. Jaspah? Yyou ain’t so much as giggled ssince I got here…!” He cooed, nuzzling his face into his neck from behind. Jasper could barely hold back a snort.

“B-but boss!! I’m happy, I swea-swear!” Jasper whined nervously, feeling Chuck get an idea. Sure enough, Jasper felt his stomach sink when Chuck called out what he feared would happen.

“Hheyyy everyone! Wanna see my fffaaavorite act, thhhe gigglin hound?” Suddenly, everyone’s eyes were on Jasper.

“N-now hold it bOSS!”

Chuck smirked mischievously, leaning into Jasper’s ear. “Wwwhazza matta, FFfFfruitcake? I thought’cha liked to laugh…” With a small giggle, he began to play with the fur around his sides. Jasper held back, not giving into the tickly feeling he knew was coming from the beginning. The others began to catch on, snickering to themselves.

“Oh, poor Jasper!” Cooed the Warblettes, gazing from their brightly curtained stand.

“O-oooh! You lot aren’t h-hehelping much with all’a thaahahat!” Jasper whined, squirming in Chuck’s grasp. When he felt Jasper try to escape, Chuck sat down and pulled Jasper onto him. That really got a rise out of poor Jasper.

“Ffer someone ssso painfully stupid, you sure are sickeningly cccute…” That was almost the breaking point for Jasper. Almost. Did this mean that Chuck actually enjoyed Jasper’s laugh and thought it was endearing? Jasper couldn’t believe it.

The real breaking point came when Chuck decided to switch his attention to Jasper’s belly. One hand tickled his tummy through his shirt, the other creeped up his ribcage.

“HUHUHAHAHAHAAAH! EHEHEHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA- CCCHHHHAAHAHHAA!” Jasper wailed, thrashing to get free. His arms weakly pounded at Chuck’s upper back. “NooohoHOOHOHOO- AHAAAAHAHAHAAA!”

His rodent friend winced weakly. That was one loud laugh. Some of Chuck’s friends blushed, others laughed too. Still, the ultimate conclusion was that nobody wanted to try to help out of fear that they’d be next.

“H-Hey, Boss, go easy on poor Jasper! He’s much too sensitive for his own good! He’ll pop his side and pop our eardrums!” Pasqually shouted, giggling a little at his semi-serious joke. That old ‘ler wasn’t listening though, slowly taking Jasper to the ground and eliciting more laughter from those who were watching.

Suddenly, Chuck dragged a finger under Jasper’s knee. Jasper squeaked, and Chuck continued his onslaught on his knees. Jasper went completely limp, whooping and cackling restlessly.

“Whooozz’s the good puppyyy? Huh? Huh?”

Jasper, somehow, was more red than before.

“Honey, I’ll tell you what.” Dolli Dimples whispered to Helen Henny upon walking in from the other room. “That rat sure does know his own strength.” Now Jasper wasn’t the only red one in the room!

Meanwhile, Munch worked up what little courage he had to yell. “C’mon, Jasper! You’re just gonna let him do that to ya?! Take him on like a man!” Despite his harsh pep talk, Munch stepped back and cowered quickly after.

Jasper thought for a moment. If he didn’t act soon, he’d lose his voice. Suddenly, a thought came to mind.

“Is Chuck E. ticklish? Would he insult me if I tickled him? Would he even remember when he woke up tomorrow?” Jasper monologued to himself.

Without thinking another second, Jasper shot his hands under Chuck’s arms and wiggled his fingers fast. The reaction he got was certainly not the one he expected! Chuck E. immediately froze up, letting out a yelp. He started to giggle and squeal. Jasper’s grin was up to his ears. “I didn’t know you were so ticklish, Chuck. E! Tickle tickle! Hahaha!”

Chuck immediately started to squirm as Jasper turned the tables, gently directing Chuck to the ground. “C-cHahahHAHA! J-jjjahahaHAHASPAAAH!” Chuck squealed, fidgeting on the ground. To keep him from getting away, Jasper blew a loud raspberry on Chuck’s stomach. The high pitched squeaking noises from Chuck were so strangely adorable.

“P-Plehehease JaahahaHASPAAAH! It- iHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!”

“Oh, I know it tickles, Big C! GITCHY GITCHY!”

The others whooped for Jasper, being much braver (and maybe more stupid) than any of the others.

Jasper grabbed one of Chuck’s feet, tickling profusely. Chuck SCREAMED with laughter, covering his face with his hands.

“Why do ya keep these in plain sight if they’re so ticklish, huh Big C? What I really wanna see in plain sight is your face!” Chuck, worn out and inebriated, couldn’t keep him from moving his hands away. Jasper moved his hands and began to tickle his neck.

“Ggchehehe… p-pleheheeassee, Jahasper…”

“Ohhh, sorry, Boss.” Jasper grinned. He stopped his onslaught, leaving a giggling Chuck. E Cheese on the ground. Chuck attempted to get up, but stumbled into a table. Others got up to help him, setting him down and pouring him some much needed WATER.

Munch walked over to Jasper, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You… I don’t know how you did that.” Munch laughed, Jasper laughing along with him. “I don’t think I could have withstood that, Jasper.” Pasqually chimed in. “Ohh, it was nothin! The only reason I could stand it is cause I like it and I like Big C!” Jasper covered his mouth as Munch and Pasqually gasped loud. A moment of awkward silence and blushing passed by before Jasper yelled.

“UhhhPASQUALLYITHINKYOURCAKEISDONE!”

“Cake?” Mr. Munch inquired.

Pasqually yelped, rushing to get his anniversary cake out before it burned.

Waiting for Pasqually to come back with the cake iced, Chuck sobered a little after drinking the water. The party continued as normal, with a little more playfulness than usual.

“Uh… h… hey, JJassper?” Chuck slurred, feeling his consciousness and headache come back a little more sternly.

Jasper walked over to him, both exchanging a red blush.

“L-llesszzs not being this up again... t-the whole… me liking-uhhh… bein’ ticklish thinggg…”

“S-Sure thing, Big C! Don’t have to tell me twice.”

Before Chuck could open his mouth to say another word, Pasqually walked out of the kitchen with a blue and white iced anniversary cake with sprinkles. In the icing, it said “happy anniversary,” mirroring Pasqually’s pizza.

“How old is the Pizza Time Theatre turning, Chuck. E?” Pasqually asked. Jasper and Chuck tried to quickly count on their fingers, but Pasqually piped up before they could answer.

“Because I think that we need to give our own Big C. one second of tickles per year we’ve been open!”

Poor Chuck went bright red, Jasper snickering and blushing a little himself.

That night, everyone at Chuck’s place certainly had a fun and playful party.

Happy 45th, Chuck E. Cheese’s.

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