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This is a little Steddie ficlet that wormed its way into my brain a few days ago and wouldn't leave till I'd written it, so here you go ^_^ I hope you enjoy
Steve had finally agreed to sit in on a session of Dungeons and Dragons while the kids played with Eddie, but only if he got to sit in the big chair at the end of the table. Dustin had readily accepted the condition, the rest of the party less convinced that Eddie would be fine with it.
As soon as they arrived at the Wheeler household, the kids bounced like rubber balls down the stairs and into the basement, Steve following at a leisurely pace after having greeted Mrs Wheeler on the way down.
When he got to the basement and saw the big chair decked out in heavy blankets like a polstered throne, he immediately let out a quiet "fuck yeah" and went to take his place like a king in his castle.
Eddie arrived not too late after, looking like he'd been hurrying to make it on time. As he scanned the room to make sure everyone was present, his eyes slid to Steve on his throne and suddenly he couldn't look away. It was all he could do to let out a short "that's my chair" before his heart combusted at the image of Steve Harrington looking very much at home in the setting most intimately familiar to Eddie.
"Yeah, but Dustin said I could sit here," Steve replied, looking smugly at the kid he'd just thrown under the bus without remorse.
"Yeah, man. You're always up and pacing anyway, I thought maybe it'd be okay? It was the only way to get him to agree to sit in," Dustin defended, looking at Eddie with defiance in his eyes.
Eddie couldn't do anything but nod, still a bit in awe at the display in front of him. But he had a game to run, and run it he would. For the sheep. So he took one last lingering look at Steve before turning his head to look at Dustin.
"He's in my chair, though. How will I sit? On the floor? Not fit for a Dungeon Master," he said.
But before Dustin could come up with something, Steve commented from behind him.
"Well, the chair may be occupied, but there's still a seat, Munson."
Eddie turned his head to look at Steve, who was now patting his own thighs in invitation. And who was Eddie to deny him that, he was just a man after all. So Eddie smirked and walked over to the throne, plopping down on top of Steve before clapping his hands to demand the attention that was already on him.
"Alright, time for some roleplaying. Who's ready?"
The party quickly got over their shock and let out a few short "whoop"s before settling down on the floor and setting up their gear for yet another session of battle against enemies they weren't prepared for. At least it was only pretend this time around.
#steddie#stranger things#steddie ficlet#steve harrington#eddie munson#this is so short#but I had fun writing it#and that's what counts#it is also very silly
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When the guy you’re desperately trying not to crush on even though he refuses to speak to you anymore tears into the homophobic pastor on campus and it is, against all your better judgement, kinda hot
(More modern college au floaty ideas)
#i dunno how necessary this scene actually is#but i had fun writing it#even though neil josten roasts are so hard to write bc im not actually witty#😭#its fine were fine#fan art#my art#aftg#all for the game#neil josten#andrew minyard#modern college au#how did i draw a neil that looks so little like neil#this is the least neil-looking neil ive drawn in so long#what is happening
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I wrote a fanfic!!!
Have some bonus art to go with it
#it is very short#but I had fun writing it#maple’s writing#it's a life smp fanfic#life series#trafficblr#grian minecraft#watcher grian#real life smp#grian#grian fanart#grian fanfic
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Magic Kaito, 名探偵コナン | Detective Conan | Case Closed
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kudou Shinichi | Edogawa Conan & Kuroba Kaito | Kaitou Kid, Kudou Shinichi | Edogawa Conan/Mouri Ran, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Koizumi Akako/Nakamori Aoko, Hakuba Saguru/Kuroba Kaito | Kaitou Kid
Characters: Kuroba Kaito | Kaitou Kid
Additional Tags: Crack, Kudou Shinichi | Edogawa Conan And Kuroba Kaito | Kaitou Kid Are Related, Kudou Shinichi | Edogawa Conan And Kuroba Kaito | Kaitou Kid Are Cousins, Meitantei Conan Movie 27: The Million-dollar Pentagram Didn't Happen, Banter
Summary:
"Oh shit," Kaito says. "I'm the gay cousin."
#this is STUPID#but I had fun writing it#detective conan#magic kaito#kaitou kid#kaito kuroba#kuroba kaito#fanfic#fanfiction#mk1412
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Finished my first Astarion fic (it was just a matter of time, really)
features: angst! Scratch being a good doggo! Astarion being bad at feelings! comfort! Astarion pets the doggo!
#bg3#astarion#scratch the dog#bg3 scratch#fanfic#this was inspired by the lines Astarion says if Scratch is gone and he throws the ball#he just sounds like he's crying the entire time#so i wanted to write about him bonding w Scratch#its really short#but i had fun writing it
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{ in the wilderness, close to the beginning of night }
Noah fidgeted with a stick. It was a fairly long one, but he figured that it would make a better torch than the tinier ones he had found. He broke off a piece of it to make it a more preferable length for a torch.
Noah: [ of course I get lost right before the sun goes down, typical, I didn’t even want to be o it, but someone used up all of the peppermint leaves and OF COURSE they send me out to get more instead of waiting until morning ] *he quickly ignited the wraps at the end of the stick and it lit into a small fire that draw to consume the end of the stick*
He shuffled to his feet, glancing around with the new light of his makeshift torch. The sun had started to set, casting the world in fleeting light as it slowly disappeared over the horizon.
Noah looked back at the way he had gone and walked. He shouldn't be too far. He had only gone about 4 miles in until he had found what he needed. It would likely be an hour and a half walk, but he was always a fast walker.
Noah: [ why did these plants have to grow this far out? I swear I have the worst luck ]
He continued walking, passing a gnarled tree. It had a strange knot in its trunk as if someone had purposely twisted that section and left it to there like some kind of lump at the tree's core.
He gave it a passing glance before turning back towards the trail he was on.
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{ 20 minutes later }
Noah: [ at least its not raining, that would make this walk feel even longer ]
The sounds of the night were a slight comfort, made him less alone. Crickets played their songs and frogs croaked from the streams. Owls hooted from the branches, adding their voices to the chorus of the night. There were even a few fireflies that occasionally glowed in the darkness. It was a lot better than still, empty silence. It was almost relaxing, how peaceful everything seemed.
He came to a point where he walked by a tree, stopping he looked up at the tree. It was... the same one he had passed at the beginning. The same twisted knot at the midsection of the tree's trunk. The same bent stature like the tree was struggling to stand upright.
Noah: [ didn't I... pass this tree already? ] *he thought for a moment, surely he hadn't gone in a circle* *maybe it was a different tree, there were a lot of trees in the forest and there were bound to be some with knots and bends to them* [ it's fine, I'll just make sure to walk straight this time ]
He shook off the uneasy feeling that was being to rest on him like an unwanted layer of snow. He walked passed the tree, trying to think of something to keep him calm.
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{ 40 minutes later }
He must be making progress by now. He had passed by a small river that he hadn't the first time, so he felt confident that he hadn't looped around like he did the first time.
Noah: [ I'll see the lights of home in the distance soon, I hope that some dinner is still left over, hopefully Arnold didn't eat my portion agian ]
It was darker by this point. The sun setting completely about 10 minutes ago, leaving the world in total darkness.
He wasn't too scared, though he couldn't help glancing over his shoulder every time he heard a sound. This feeling of being watched hadn't stopped since the sun went down, but he couldn't see anything in the darkness.
Luckily, he had a torch to light his way and he felt assured that the light would keep the wild animals away.
Noah: *he took a shaky breathe to try and calm his nerves* [ don't worry, you've been walking for a while and you've covered good ground by now, everything is fi— ]
There at least ten feet away, faintly illuminated by the light of the torch, was the same tree.
The center of the knot looked at him as if it was an eye. Almost like it was taunting him.
Noah: [ that's not possible! I was sure that I walked straight that time! I couldn't have gone in a circle again, I was making progress! ]
A sudden snap of branches pulled his attention from his thoughts as he whirled around towards the direction of the sound.
Nervous sweat rolling down his neck as his eyes scanned the darkness, almost like he was waiting for something to jump out at him.
It was then that he noticed how the other sounds of the night seemed to have stopped. He was about to excuse it as just being his fear playing a trick on him. His mind playing tricks on him.
A louder snap, this time closer, made him jump.
Fear creeped up his body like a thousand tiny spiders. Goosebumps spread across his arms and legs. Even the hair on the back of his neck was standing on end.
More snaps came from in front of him, but also around him on the sides. It sounded like multiple people were moving around at once, but they didn't sound human.
A part of him wondered if it was those strange shape-changing people that he had heard about. That didn't ease his fear at all though, as his mind went through the several stories he had heard of those strange non-humans carrying people off and leaving their bodies to rot, either dangling them from trees or mauling them beyond recognition.
Then, a sound right at the edge of the torch's light snapped his terrified gaze towards the direction of it.
In what felt like an instant, hundreds of glowing eyes appeared from the darkness in front of him as if they had just spawned out of nowhere.
Somewhere in his mind, a primal instinct yelled one simple word: RUN.
He turned and ran.
He heard what sounded like thousands of footsteps following behind him, but he just kept running. He nearly tripped on several tree roots and rocks as he went, but he didn't slow down.
Even as his lungs burned and his legs begged him to stop, his mind screamed at him to keep running and somehow, he did.
After what felt like forever, he tripped on a tree root as he looked to the side after seeing something illuminated by the fire from the corner of his eye.
He unceremoniously fell to the ground, somehow not dropping the torch and narrowly missing setting his hair on fire.
Noah: *groans from the pain* *sitting up and wiping the dirt from his face* *he had scraped his knees when he tripped, but the adrenaline caused him to not feel it yet*
He glanced up and was surprised to hear that the sounds had seemingly... stopped.
He slowly looked around him, moving the torch to try and see around him.
Noah: [ maybe whatever it was left? ] *he held off on feeling any sort of relief*
Just then, a voice, sounding as if it was being spoken from numerous people at once, came from all around him from within the darkness.
“You don’t belong here. Do you?”
He looked around frantically, scrambling back up to his feet in case he needed to run again. Trying to see who or what was speaking, but all he saw was pitch black.
Then a sound of footsteps came from right in front of him. A figure slowly came into view as it stepped into the proximity of the torch's light.
It was a... deer?
By the torch’s light, he could see that it was a young buck. A set of long, curled antlers atop its head. It stared at him with empty eyes that were illuminated by the light of the fire.
It made its eyes look as if they were glowing bright red.
“A little creature so far from home.”
The same voice that he had heard prefer emitted from the deer. It didn’t look like it was moving its mouth to speak the words, more just lazily opening and closing its mouth as the words spilled from it.
Then, hundreds of footsteps sounded from all around them. Hoofed feet crunching the leaves and dirt of the forest floor as they circled around, just outside of the fire’s small light.
The buck remained unfazed by the sounds, creeping closer to him. It was unafraid of the fire, as if it had seen it many times and was simply not put off by its presence.
“So small and frail. In such a big forest.”
The buck made a face as if it was trying to smile, its head tilted to the side in an unnatural way.
“Even you know that you shouldn’t be out here.”
Noah couldn’t take his eyes off of the buck. Its eyes were so… hauntingly beautiful.
The other deer crept closer to him, but he didn't acknowledge them or even move an inch. He just kept looking at the buck in front of him, staring into its shining eyes.
The eyes of the other deer began to glow from the fire as they walked closer. They walked in unison, as if they were a synchronized unit who had practiced these steps before.
"You don't need to worry though."
The buck smiled at him again, that same unnatural smile.
"We'll keep you safe."
Then an unnatural wind blew from behind Noah, snuffing the flame of the torch within a single gust.
Leaving Noah and the deer to be engulfed by the darkness of the night.
#woodnote#woodnote short story#Noah#A Million Bucks#Arnold the random friend of Noah's#entity#horror#horror writing#horror short#writing#cw: death mention#first woodnote short story >:3#idk how scary this is to read#but I had fun writing it#this takes place hundreds of years prior to the world's current day btw
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Humanity and Immortality
Hi lol, have a braindump involving some Dottore and Pantalone headcanons. And shipping.
Also before I go in, just known I gave Pantalone the true name of "Lixin". Cool? Cool. Enjoy.
“There is something I want to ask you. Just to satiate my own curiosity.”
“Ask then. And I’ll decide if your question is worth answering.”
“You’re making quite a gamble with your tone, my dear. You know I could kill you with no effort.”
“And I could make you have to scrounge for your own funds, darling. But I concede the point. Please. Go on.”
“How did you obtain your immortality…while still believing you are human?”
“Ah. In that case let answer your question with one of my own. Do you know what a magician is?”
“In what sense do you…of course. A century of tireless study, and a body that’s frail even by the standards of humanity-”
“In exchange for becoming entirely ageless.”
“And you didn’t mind making that trade?”
“Not at all. While I respect your desire to become something greater than the gods, I wish to retain my humanity.”
“For what reason?”
“A rather simple one really. I want to show this cruel and unbalanced world that you don’t need power to have power. That a ‘lowly human’ can take the lifeblood of our society, control it, and then destroy it.”
“…Well, magician. I would say you’ve earned my respect.”
“Oh?”
“It’s fascinating, truly. Our goals in direct opposition to each other. I desire to push life to its very limits, to make it evolve into something greater than ever thought possible. And then there’s you. You’re are choosing to have life become something great as it is, to spite the inherent cruelties this world.”
“Then what makes me worthy of your respect, oh monstrous deity?”
“Because despite our goals never aligning you, share my desire. To control something you were always told you never could.”
“Of course. But life and balance go hand in hand, do they not?”
“I won’t argue with that.”
“So now I believe it’s time to ask a question, now. When you make life itself entirely yours, will you share your world with me?”
“I see no reason not to. After all, what is a balanced world…without something on the other side of the scale? But that means you can’t die until I’ve crafted that world, Lixin.”
“I will be by your side when that time comes. And that’s a promise, Zandik.”
#genshin#genshin impact#genshin fanfic#genshin fanfiction#dottore#il dottore#pantalone#dottolone#idk what this is#but i had fun writing it
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Monster Hunter au thingy
Robin has been stressed out and let’s put a boof and/or a woof maybe both and Chrissy responds back with one as well. Then you have Vickie and Nancy watching them bark at each other wondering what is happening.
Please, this is so goofy and I love it. <33
Rainy days were some of Chrissy’s favorites. It meant her little found family was all staying in and relaxing around her, filling the home with a warm and comforting presence.
Well, usually.
A crackle of thunder shook the apartment building, surprising all but one of the residents. Chrissy was unfazed, but a strange noise she could best describe as a ‘boof’ or perhaps a ‘woof’ echoed from Robin’s room. She covered her mouth to try to keep from laughing.
Turns out, werewolves and storms didn’t mix so well. At least maybe she could lighten the mood.
Chrissy twisted to face Robin’s door, much to Vickie’s complaint, as she was laying in the redhead’s lap. She stuck her tongue out at her girlfriend, then paused. When another rumble of thunder echoed, Chrissy followed it with an experimental bark of her own. It was surprisingly accurate for a non werewolf.
Vickie startled, staring down at Chrissy with bewilderment. Chrissy just grinned at her when Robin’s responding yip could be heard.
Chrissy chuckled and barked again. This continued for several minutes, while Vickie looked utterly confused.
“What the hell is going on?” Nancy huffed, catching Chrissy’s attention. The girl came around the corner of the kitchen, where she was trying (and failing) to bake cookies. Vickie shrugged, and Chrissy just grinned. She gestured to Robin’s door. Nancy looked just as lost.
The door creaking open surprised all three as Robin peeked out, wrapped tightly in a blanket and pouting.
“Where’d you go? We were having a conversation,” she complained, frowning deeply. Chrissy giggled.
“Your girlfriend interrupted,” she replied smoothly.
Robin brightened at this, looking over at Nancy. She shuffled over in her blanket burrito, and Nancy wrapped her in her arms, holding her close to her chest. Vickie made a gagging motion.
“What were you talking about?” the redhead asked, looking down at Chrissy. Chrissy shrugged.
“Beats me. I wasn’t aware anything I said actually meant something,” she admitted with amusement. Robin laughed across the room.
“I was wondering why you were going on about broccoli,” she teased. Chrissy stuck her tongue out at her, earning a growl in return.
Nancy rolled her eyes at their antics and lead Robin to her room. Chrissy snuggled in closer to Vickie now that Robin was being taken care of. The rain continued and the thunder faded to a dull rumble in the distance. Vickie leaned down to kiss her girlfriend.
It would seem all was well—until Chrissy and Vickie heard that goddamned saxophone.
#this is such crack#but I had fun writing it#the sapphic senate#sapphic senate monster hunter au#Lo drabbles#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#vickie stranger things#chrissy cunningham#chrickie#the George Michael effect#werewolf robin buckley
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sometimes i want to type stuff on my laptop just because i like typing on its keyboard. I just never know what to type
the quick brown fox jumps over ther lazy dog.
"Why'd you do that?", mumbled the lazy dog, irritated by this sudden interruption of an otherwise very good nap.
The quick brown fox halted for a moment. "What? You were in the way. I jumped over you. That's it."
"In the way of what?", the dog before the fox could run away. "Of me going over there, silly!"
"And you couldn't even be bothered to go around me instead of waking me up? What's so important over there?"
"I don't know, that's what i'm excited about!"
"I don't think I understand."
"You know, I've lived in this area for quite a while now. Every day, I keep walking around, always looking for new areas to scout, new smells and new things to chew on. And maybe even some friends to play with!" While talking, the quick brown fox got more and more excited and the lazy dog got more and more annoyed.
"I still don't get it. What's there to search for? I've got everything here, and you must have too, doun't you? I have my spot here, my home. I know where to hunt for food and where to look for water and I know exactly where the sun will warm the soil just right to nap. Every day I know what will happen, because it's the same as yesterday and the day before and so on. Except for today, I must admit. Your appearance disturbed my routine quite a lot."
The fox thought for a moment, then answered to what it just heard. "That sounds very... (it struggled to find the right word) ...depressing..."
"What? No! I like it that way. A lot. Life is easy like that, and it gives me a sense of security."
"I'd die of boredom if I had to live like that.", the fox shouted impatiently.
"But you don't. You're free to go wherever you want as long as you don't keep me away from my naptime. This isn't a mere suggestion, please go now. Leave me and my sunny spot in peace."
So the quick brown fox went away and the lazy dog tried to fall back asleep, both thinking about the weirdness of the other's way of life.
#this post is an example of that#shitpost#I know the ending is kinda diisappointing and the whole story is quite pointless#but i had fun writing it#so i don't care
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Sapphic religious poetry rant cuz my last exam is tomorrow🥲
My whole life, I've been told
Lying is a sin to God
But He can see right through your soul
Something you cannot control
So why should I not lie
When what happens once I die
Is He judges and proclaims
Who will burn in Hell's flames
And the Judgement he gives out
Is fair and just, that I don't doubt
But anything I've left unsaid
Be it bad, or harsh, or well
Before Him all will spread
And I'll have nothing left to mell
So, if He sees all that untold
All restrained lies now unfold
Will it matter I kept it in
That I caged it all within?
Pastors answer me with no
Parents claim they do not know
Friends toy around the issue
Strangers often hand me a tissue
Wiping the shame right off my face
I adopt an even pace
Trying hard to hide the truth
Of mistakes in my long lost youth
Made in spontaneous reaction
Once I felt my first attraction
She was like the sun's first rays
And as if I was blind for days
She enlightened me a path
And that's when I met Cath
Short for Catherine, her name
Sounded too holy for this plane
She blessed my days with light and grace
She took me in her sweet embrace
And that is when the lying started
As I answered when prompted
That we were only ever friends
And that's as long as our relationship extends.
But Cath was tired of lying
And one day, when she was crying
She drew a line between us two
She flew away for someplace new
I lost her
I lost myself
I lost my faith
I lost my light
I lost my truth
I lost my lies
I lost myself within my lies
And I lost her within my truth
But how could I hold onto all
When my body's so small
All the feelings, thoughts contained
Day by day all that I reined
Would sometime all combust
And that would've been the worst
But that day had come
It was gone and left me numb
To the feelings of regret
That I blunted with a cigarette
And now I lay awake at night
Trying to discern what is right
And I come to the same conclusion
That only births in me confusion
Why did I hurt the one I love
How could I hunt down a dove
Why hide such a common action
As the one that's called attraction
Beneath a veil of lies
That God himself despises?
#sapphic#sapphism#religous trauma#religion#i actually fell for a Catherine once#She’s my bff now#So that story ended up pretty okay#lgbtq#lgbtq poem#lgbtq poetry#pride#lesbian#mostly#but you can take it however you want#idk what this is#but i had fun writing it#So yolo#hope you guys enjoy#Maybe#internal monologue#idk rlly
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I wrote a sort of spicy-ish, (probably very mild. I feel like my definition of spicy is vastly different than everyone else’s 😂) Halloween fic for Alden Parker with a vampire reader. But I didn’t post it because I feel like I’m the only weirdo who would find that shit entertaining. Should I post it? Lmao
#alden parker#ncis#it’s kind of satire I guess? like it’s not to be taken seriously#but i had fun writing it
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I have a sudden urge to dig up all my old cringy AoT self insert fics.
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Last line challenge:
Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you'd like)
@gwenllian-in-the-abbey tagged me, thanks!
I finished writing that Malta thing recently and haven't done anything since. Not exactly sure which lines I wrote last, so I'll just put the last sentence of the story. Spoilers, I suppose, but I'm not sure who cares to read it in the first place!
"And with that she leapt forward into the tender arms of her merciful father."
I always seem to end things on a bit of a bummer. :/
Tagging: none with the usual excuses, sorry!
#tag game#malta vestrit#<- i suppose#i still have no real sense of if this story is successful#i think i captured the characters well enough but i don't know that it's actually entertaining#but i had fun writing it#it was hard!
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The Inflatable Bed Situation
I had no idea what to title is...but I might post it on ao3 later or something.
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After Mac and Dennis had sold the idea to Frank, they drove back to their apartment. As usual, Dennis was driving and Mac in the passenger side. "That went well, didn't it?" Mac exclaimed excitedly.
"Yeah, I actually think it went alright," Dennis said and glances over to him. "We do have some more inflatables back at the apartment." Mac looks up and has an idea, unsure of what Dennis might think of it.
"Hey, man, we have some inflatable sofa beds at home. We could blow those up and test them." Mac hurriedly looks over at him and cannot read the other man's expression at all. The car stops as Dennis pulls into a parking spot.
"Yes, I know, but you'll be the one blowing it up, I'm not doing it. Also why would we need a sofa bed, we have our own beds, don't we?" Dennis raises his eyebrow and takes a look at Mac. Mac rubs his hand across his arm, trying to build up the courage, but it dawns on him he forgot something.
"Shit, Den I forgot my nuts in the car," Mac runs over to the car waiting for Dennis to unlock it. He puts the key into the car and turns the lock, the nuts still sitting perfectly in the passenger side.
"Goddamn it, you made a whole mess in my car. Can you at least eat them cleanly?" Dennis locks his car and looks back to Mac.
As the two men start walking to the apartment, Mac grabs a nut from the can. "Alright I will try, anyway, the thing I wanted to suggest was that we could sleep in the sofa bed together. I sort of have nightmares and haven't really told anyone." Dennis rolls his eyes where Mac can't see it. This was obviously some sort of ploy for him to get into bed with Mac. It definitely was an interesting plan, but they had two more of those beds so why not sleep in one each.
"We have more than one though," he eventually said as they entered their apartment.
"I know but if I have to keep blowing these up, it's going to take forever. And my lips will be all busted because of them," Mac takes another nut into his mouth.
"Fine, one night only, okay? And don't try anything funny, we will just lay there and sleep in the bed, alright?" Dennis remarks making sure that Mac understands.
"Okay thank you Dennis, I'll get to blowing it now."
"Yeah, you do that."
Mac walks over to where there is a deflated sofa bed and blows it up. It takes a good thirty minutes, before it's completely blown up and eventually he closes the small hole and puts the bed down. Without saying anything, Dennis walks into his room and grabs a comforter which he can put on the bed.
"Alright, well I think that solved it. I am almost ready for b--," Dennis stops his sentence as he's taking off his jeans and putting it at the end of the bed. "Alright, remember Mac, we're just laying here."
Mac nods and moves his arm to his side, maybe hoping that during the night Dennis will reach out to him. Dennis tries to sleep, but as Mac keeps snacking on nuts and wheezing, it is driving him insane. It's as if there is a squirrel in their bed.
"You know what, man, I can't do this."
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I would say that's where I would end it. I haven't written anything like fanfic etc. in literal ages and haven't written an essay in English for like two years. I am hoping it was alright, but this is what I imagined for them to have ended up in the living room in that bed.
#i absolutely don't know how to write well#but i had fun writing it#it might be ooc#i don't care too much though#i wasn't really focused on it#just wanted to convey this cute moment#macdennis#mac mcdonald#dennis reynolds#the gang inflates#s16e1#iasip#it's always sunny in philadelphia#macden#i wrote this at 12:15am#because i don't know what else to do#enjoy
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In the beginning, everything had started out okay.
Not great, not amazing, but not terribly bleak either—it was somewhere in the middle of love and tolerance. The bleary nature of the two would often bleed together as each day passed with a sunrise and a sunset. By the time night fell, it was impossible to predict how the next day would treat them.
Whether the wind would be in his favor, or if he would be subjected to her hauteur scorn; it was impossible to tell.
He loved her dearly in every way that he could possibly love. He loved her with poetry and songs on the tips of his lips. He loved her with water and a gentle hand to pluck the weeds at the base of her stem. He loved her with a glass dome to keep her safe from the wind and the butterflies. But they were young, and would not grow to learn what love was until much later.
She tried to love him back, but could never understand what real love was. Roses were not born with the same feelings of tender care and kindness as a young boy. She never would be able to reciprocate his love with sweet words and nectar-flavored kisses.
She could not care for him when the wind would fill his sickly lungs with stardust and sickness. She could not care for him when a nebulous cloud of sadness would make it hard for him to look at her in the morning and he would withdraw. And she could not care for him when her apathetic words caused him harm.
A rose and a prince: too young to understand what it meant to be together.
And yet, they loved each other in the only way possible for their youth while on an asteroid too small to house them both.
For an indeterminate amount of time, they waltzed in an ever-wistful dance of miscommunication and strife. Neither could tell what the other truly wanted until there was an air of dissatisfaction settling in the spaces between.
The lines between them were incoherent and blurred as they groped blindly for a ground on which both could stand without overtaking the other. When one tried to speak up, the other got drowned out and pushed to the side. If he bent to her wishes, he would wilt underneath the setting sun. But if he did not, she would wither against the wind.
Her truculent words were always full of honey-rich sarcasm, waiting for him to respond in the juvenile way that he always would. They would argue. She would cough dramatically as if the mere conversation made her ill. And he would sulk off to tend to his asteroid. But there was never enough space for the air to really clear the acrid tension.
They were too young to understand each other, too different, too ignorant of everything going on around them; stuck together as denizens on a tiny asteroid.
Every night, he covered her with a glass dome carefully constructed to protect her from the incessant wind; in turn, she would complain about the stuffiness of the wretched object every morning.
With her florid complexion, she used it as a testament to her vanity, obsessed with her delicate petals and three pathetic-looking thorns. All day it would be all she would talk about: her petals, her stem, her leaves, her thorns.
Of course, she was beautiful, as all roses were, but the Prince had never seen a rose before. So to him, she was the most laudable thing he had ever seen. Even with the way that she would close up her petals, turn away from him contemptuously, and pretend to wither just to make him feel bad.
He listened to her talk on and on, in return she would merely cast him a glance and stick her vinous petals up into the air. He protected her from weeds and insects, and she complained about him not doing it well enough. He tried to offer a different solution and she would cough and choke up, refusing to say anything for the rest of the night.
Every day went on the same, an endless back and forth of wishing to understand the other a bit better. She couldn’t begin to understand the love that he showed through his actions and words. And he was unable to recognize her fondness of him since it was so well hidden behind every peremptory complaint.
Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. And months turned into a disconcerting year. Sunrise after sunset. They were still too young to come up with that perfect balance between love and tolerance.
Soon, and with little warning, the Prince’s asteroid had become too small for him. Too small for him to continue to tend to in the way that he had done previously. His volcanoes seemed like massive pits that he could scarcely hide behind. His chair was too small for him to recline in and watch the sunset as he once did (even now the sunsets didn’t bring him the same solace as before).
And because they were too young to understand each other, the Little Prince could not come up with a better escape than to leave. No words were spoken as he took advantage of a flock of migrating birds to take his leave. The Rose watched him apathetically and turned her petals away from the sight, trembling in the wind that she would soon have no protection against.
With no destination in mind and suddenly feeling unfortunately small in the ineffably large galaxies, the Little Prince allowed rivulets of tears to carve lines down the delicate skin of his cheeks. He loved his rose dearly, and yet the pain of staying was too overwhelming for him.
They were both too young to know how to properly love. So the Little Prince left his rose alone on his asteroid with the uncertainty of when he would return, if at all.
A Prince and a Rose, loving in nature and yet incapable of understanding what that was supposed to mean.
#i wrote this for english class lol#my writing#writing#phantom does a thing#the little prince#rambling#phever dreams with phantom#a small little thing of the little prince's relationship with his rose#yeah this is not very representative of their relationship#BUT I had fun writing it#it's a little short so I hope that it's long enough#my teacher did say it was to be about two pages#longer if we were into it#and mine is just two pages#it does meet all the requirements but it is really stylistic#so im worried that im gonna get a bad grade on it#fearful that my english teacher will hate it
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Phil’s Bird Problem
Phil has a problem in his kitchen and when he calls for backup it backfires slightly.
TWs/CWs: None that I can think of :)
This is strictly about the characters, not content creators - I will never write about any cc!s and if I accidentally break any of their boundaries (or forget to include/tag a tw/cw) please let me know. Also please don’t send this to any cc!s or mention it in any of their chats.
This is just a fun short story I wrote about five months ago that I forgot to post :))
Hope you enjoy!
-Petrichor 🌧️
“There’s a crow on my worktop, mate. … No, I didn’t let it in! I’m not that bad! … Ok that was uncalled for, Techno. … Just please come over and help? There’s been crows following me and flocking around my house for almost a month now and I’m getting freaked out. … Ok. … Thanks, mate. See you in a bit.”
Hanging up his phone, Phil continued his staring contest with the bird pecking at his kettle. He narrowed his eyes as he watched it, questioning how exactly it had got into his home and when. He had been at work all day and double-checked that all the windows and doors were firmly shut and locked before he left – besides, it hadn’t left any feathers or broken anything, so it couldn’t have been in the house too long. The bird hopped around the worktop as it curiously poked at the appliances around the kitchen.
“No don’t put your head in the toaster, idiot, you’re not bread.” He chastised the bird as it stuck its beak into the toast slot. People say corvids are some of the most intelligent birds on the planet, but Phil was having a hard time believing that based on this bird’s behaviour. It was a miracle that it hadn’t flown into a window or knocked any mugs onto the floor.
The tell-tale noise of the front door opening announced the arrival of Phil’s oldest and dearest friend, Technoblade.
“OI PRICK WHERE’S THE BIRD?!”
The yelling announced the arrival of Phil’s eccentric nephew, Tommy.
“In the kitchen! It hasn’t broken anything or taken a shit yet, but I want to get it out before it does.” Phil informs Techno as he enters the room, Tommy bounding in on his heels.
“Well, hello there little bird! Aren’t you lovely? Want to shit in the old man’s cereal, huh? Yeah, the wrong’un deserves it doesn’t he?” Tommy cooed at the bird as he slowly crept towards it. To the surprise of everyone in the room, the crow didn’t start flapping its wings in fear or causing a commotion, but instead, it hopped closer to the edge of the worktop and towards Tommy as if to investigate this loud blonde boy. Tommy grabbed a loose biscuit from a packet near his arm and broke a small piece off for the crow.
“You want some food little one? Here you go, eat up.” He spoke softly as he held out the biscuit for the crow. The bird took a second to scrutinise the food before hopping even closer and pecking the food from Tommy’s outstretched hand. The boy gasped with delight as the crow placed one foot on his hand. Phil watched on in awe as his nephew bonded with the unusual bird while Techno just looked on with his usual unimpressed expression.
Tommy was almost vibrating with excitement as he fed the crow more of the biscuit and got it to fully stand on his hand. He looked the bird in the eye and tilted his head, which caused it to tilt its head. He let out yet another excited gasp and Phil knew if he didn’t get the crow out of the house now Tommy would either begin screaming with happiness or try and convince Phil to adopt the bird for him.
“Mate, start walking slowly towards the door. Techno, go clear a path for him and I’ll close any doors behind so it can’t fly back in.”
Techno opened the front door again and held it open for Tommy who crept through the house cautiously, Phil shutting the kitchen door behind him as he went. When Tommy got outside the three expected the bird to realise it was outside and fly off, but it happily remained on the boy’s hand.
“Phil, I think it likes me! Can I keep it?!”
He should’ve expected this in all honesty.
#c!tommy#c!techno#c!philza#dsmp#dream smp#modern au#i cant remember where i got this idea from#but i had fun writing it
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