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cringemesstickles · 6 months

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Backfired

(TickleTober Day 30: Caught)

Summary: Instead of Chuck seeing an old lady and a dog, he gets a taste of his own medicine.

Pairing: Implied none

Word Count: 753

A/N: I just watched the movie again and now they’re in my head, so I had a last minute change of plan for todays prompt. Enjoy!

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Auggie prowled through the halls of the Bellows mansion, searching for his mischievous friend who was undoubtedly hiding and waiting to scare him.

Moments prior, Chuck had snuck up behind him and gave him a friendly little jumpscare before scurrying up the stairs with a childish giggle.

"Bet you can't catch me!!" He had called out in a playful voice, Disappearing from Auggie’s view.

"Chuck, if you jump out at me, I'm going to punch you in the throat."

Meanwhile, Chuck ran into one of the many rooms in search of a hiding spot.

"Chuck? You're not gonna scare me.

Upon hearing his friends voice, he jumped into a nearby wardrobe and tried to stifle his giggles.

He tried to calm the butterflies in his stomach, finding it increasingly harder to stay quiet while his friend called his name.

The blonde walked into one of the rooms and scanned his surroundings, only to find no sign of the shorter boy.

Just as he was about to walk away and search elsewhere, he heard a stifled giggle coming from an old wardrobe in the corner of the room.

Typical…

Rolling his eyes, he pretended to walk away, only to sneak back into the room and tip toe up to the beat up furniture.

Chuck felt his heart beating with anticipation, ready to frighten his uptight friend. But before he could burst through the wardrobe doors, Auggie beat him to the punch, flinging them open and grabbing him, causing him to emit a shriek of surprise.

“HA!” Cried Auggie, wrestling the other to the floor with ease. “Told you you weren’t gonna scare me.”

The dark haired boy froze for a second, not exactly expecting to be the victim of the scaring, or to be pinned down, for that matter.

When he snapped out of it, he smiled nervously and squirmed a bit, not quite liking the look in his friend’s eyes.

“Alright, you got me… now let me go.”

Auggie smiled mischievously, something that didn’t happen very often.

“Actually, no, Chuck, I don’t think I will… I’ve !been dealing with your games all night and I think I deserve some payback.”

Any questions that Chuck was about to ask were cut off by a sharp squeal, his friend’s fingers darting to his ribcage and wiggling with vigor.

“EEHE- AUGGIE, WHAT ARE YOU- HAHA!” He began to squirm and cackle, aimlessly grabbing at the taller boy’s swift hands.

The blonde smirked with satisfaction, thoroughly enjoying putting the trouble maker in his place.

“Well, Chuck, how’s it feel being on the receiving end of the joke?” He asked smugly, letting his nimble fingers spider across the boy’s tummy, delighting in the bubbly laughter it elicited.

“NOT BAHAHAD! HOW’S IT F-FEEL BEING A BIG DOHOHORK?!” Snarked the dark haired boy, his smile as playful as ever.

No thought in Auggie’s mind was telling him that Chuck wasn’t enjoying this; the boy just made it too obvious.

“Bold words for someone who’s completely at my mercy.”

“BITE ME, CLOWN- EEK- NONONO, NOT THAHAHAT!”

A high pitched squeal filled the room when Auggie switched his technique from spidering to digging, letting his fingers dig into the soft skin with precision.

“What? This? Can’t handle a little tickling? That’s real unfortunate, man… especially considering I’m not gonna stop until you promise not to mess with me for the rest of the night.” Teased the taller boy. Even in the dark, he was beginning to see a tint of red form on his friend’s cheeks, his usual bravado replaced by uncontrollable laughter.

“NOT A CHAHA- GAH- OKAY, OKAHAHAY, I PROMISE!”

Auggie had to laugh at how quickly Chuck changed his mind when he dipped a finger into the boy’s bellybutton.

True to his word, Auggie stopped his vengeful ministrations and let his friend up, holding out a hand for him to take.

Chuck took the hand he was offered, clumsily standing to his feet, gasping for breath as dramatically as he could.

“Tickling is sohoho not fair, man…” He whined, trying to form a playful pout, but unable to, due to the tickle induced smile that was glued to his face.

Auggie shrugged.

“Drastic times call for drastic measures. Now let’s go find the others and get out. It’s just plain creepy in here…”

“Who ordered the- AH- OKAY OKAY, I’M DOHOHONE!” Chuck giggled frantically, choosing not to finish his remark.

Chuck learned a very important lesson that night: Never push a clown over the edge.

Or do, because it’s fun.

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bearlee-giggling · 10 months

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folks!! here he is!!! the boy!!!!!

i'm very much new to drawing but i'm hoping having some ocs here to post about will motivate me to work harder on improving! this is my main boy adi, i'm developing a storyline for him as well! more of him coming very soon <3

#auggie's ocs #my art #adison lee

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buttercuparry · 6 months

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Every kid haunts Roderick Usher when he tells Auggie their story, but Lenore is there with him throughout, chiming "Nevermore". Never again would the Ushers gather around a fire they lit to burn the world. Never again would another brick be added to their legacy. Never again would they poison this world in a new way. Never again can Roderick break his kid's backs to build his empire. Never again would he behold them without recoiling. Something poetic to have one who is most like Annabel Lee remind him throughout that this is it. That fate has finally come to collect her debt.

#the fall of the house of usher #mike flanagan #lenore usher #roderick usher

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Black Light 12

Warnings: noncon, namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: Thank you for waiting! Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You feel a bit dreamy. Well, you always do. You sit in your bed, freshly made, fragrant with fabric softener, as you cut through the pages of old catalogues. Your fingers are sticky with glue as you arrange the images just so.

You can hear your mom downstairs, the bluetooth speaker playing Hall and Oates to her content. Your dad's outside trying to fix the fence post. You can hear him swearing through the crack of your window.

You hold out the scrapbook. You just need that globe right in that little space. Oh, the leather sofa is perfect.

You leave the book open on your bed to dry so the pages don't stick. You put on your dress with the daisies on white and spin in the mirror. Your yellow beret will go perfect. You put the hat on and a pair of matching clunky maryjanes.

You go downstairs and find your mother scavenging in the tupperware container you left on the counter. You squeal as she quickly closes the lid and covers her mouth guiltily. She backs away and giggles.

“I couldn't resist,” she says through a full mouth.

“Mom!” You stick your tongue out as you snatch up the container of cookies.

“You don't need all those,” she accuses.

“They're not for you.”

“I know, so… who are they for?” She tilts her head coyly.

“Someone,” you roll your eyes.

“A boy.”

You harrumph, “he's too old to be a boy.”

“Oh my gosh! That's so cute! Do we get to meet him?”

“No,” you pout and turn your chin up, “it's new.”

“Well, be safe. Don't get into too much trouble.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you drag your feet and stop in the doorway, “mom, can you not tell dad?”

She laughs again, “sure, sweetie, our little secret.”

You smile, cheeks twitching. You don't need your parents nosing around. You're still figuring this all out.

🍪

You wait outside the club. It's almost seven. You thought he'd be there by now. The other bouncer is. Lee, that's his name.

You're not weird or anything. You've just been watching from across the street for an hour or two. Not your fault he didn't leave his number.

You cross the road as you see Lee come back out. He sees you and smiles. He's so friendly, you wish August would try that.

“Hi,” you hop over the curb, “is Auggy here yet?”

“Auggy? Nah, he's taking his time,” he eyes the container in your hands, “what's this?”

“Oh, just a surprise. You want one?”

“Depends. What's the surprise?”

You balance the container against the scrapbook beneath it and pop the corner of the lid up. You offer him one of the jelly cookies. They took you hours as you baked and waited to cool before adding the layer of jam and custard.

“Wow, you're a big baker,” he muses.

“Sometimes,” you preen.

He takes one and admires your craftsmanship, “my wife ain't so good about it. But she tries, bless her heart.”

“Oh, you have a wife?”

“Sweetest gal in the world,” he grins, “she's at home with the baby.”

“Baby?”

“Ah, just a cat, but she treats him like a child,” he chortles and takes a bite, letting out a hum.

“Ooh, I love kitties! What's his name?”

He swallows, “Hickory. He likes her better'n me.”

“Aw, adorable.”

“Maybe you can come meet em one day. You and Auggy. Like a double date?”

“Really!?” You snap the lid shut, “oh, I'd love that so much.”

You hear grumbles and the tramp of soles as a shadowy figure appears from the alley. Lee turns and throws a hand put derisively, “bout time.”

August stops short as he looks between you and Lee, his expression limned in the early hue of evening. His brows draw together as he coughs. He crosses his arms and glowers.

“What is she doin’ here?”

“Ask her,” Lee says before he tosses back the rest of the cookie and turns on his heel.

He pulls open the front door and disappears as you stand watching August. He drops his arms and marches towards you, past you as he goes to follow his fellow bouncer. You quickly get between him and the door.

“Sweetie, I brought you cookies!”

“What?” He reaches past you as you put your back to the door.

“I haven't heard from you in…. Like three days.”

He glares at you. You open the container and show your wares. He only pulls on the door, jarring you but not dislodging you.

“I got work–”

“And I brought you a surprise! So eat a cookie.”

He narrows his eyes. You stay locked in a stalemate as he tries to pull the door again. You lean into it and plant your heels.

“I'm being real nice here, sweetie, so take a damn cookie,” you feel a surge in your chest.

“Can't you take a hint?”

“Can't you?”

“What– look, I told you, this isn't a relationship or whatever you think it is.”

“I'm not stupid. This is real,” you insist, “get it? Me and you, Auggy Bear, together forever.”

“What are you–”

“Here,” you shove the container at him.

He doesn't move but you jam it into his chest and he finally relents and supports it.

You slide the book from beneath it and open it up, “this is our future. You see? Our home,” you show him the little touches of colour amid the neutral hues, a perfect melding of your personalities, “and our honeymoon. I'm open to change but I was thinking a cottage–”

“Are you insane?” He breathes scratchily.

“Insane?” You repeat and bat your lashes, “don't call me that.”

“We fucked. Once. There's nothing else between us–”

“There is!” You holler and slam the book shut, “and you know it. You would never have followed me home if you didn't mean it–”

“Shhh, shhh,” he waves you down, “hey, lower your voice.”

“That's what you did. You stalked me, sir, so… you want me too. You want me or you wouldn't have done what you did.”

“Please, just… calm down.”

“You won't even eat a cookie!” You accuse.

“Be quiet,” he hisses.

“Eat a cookie!”

“Would you listen, girl?”

“No! No, you will eat a cookie. I spent all day making them and– and– I'm not crazy. I'm not,” you clutch the book tight.

He sighs, his blue eyes gleaming as he slowly lifts the lid. He takes out a cookie, showing it to you before he takes a nibble. He swallows without chewing.

“There, happy? Now go home.”

You scrunch your nose at him, frustrated, “you could at least tell me you love me.”

“Love you?!?” He chokes and nearly drops the cookie.

“Yes, I know you do, because I would never give my virginity to someone who doesn't love me.”

He blanches and glimpses down at the cookie. His throat bobs. He raises his eyes and takes another deep breath, “I didn't realise…”

“That you love me, right?” You sneer as you step closer, “say it.”

“If I do, will you go?” He growls.

You nod and smile up at him, “I'll do whatever you want, pookie.”

‘Pookie… jesus, alright, I love you. Go home.” He nudges you out of his way and grabs the door with his free hand.

“Don't eat those all at once,” you call as you turn to peek inside the club, “oh, and you have crumbs in your mustache–”

The door slams between you and you pout, “love ya too…” you trail off. It's okay, it seems like it's new for him too.

#august walker #dark august walker #dark!august walker #august walker x reader #au #the club #series #drabble #mission impossible: fallout #black light

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beepfuckingbeeprichie · 6 months

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I’ve got some questions/critiques for The Fall of the House of Usher. I loved it! But some parts had me confused

Everyone who died with Perry. Perry’s death is the only death that takes people with them (except Victorine, but she only took one person down with her). Verna tells all the security guards AND Morrella to leave, which implies she’s sparing the people who are not the offspring of Roderick Usher, but then the sprinklers go off on ALL of the party guests

Furthermore, if the stuff in the tanks was so damn corrosive, why was it only the people who were burned/melted. Like shouldn’t have everything else started to melt, like the bar and the security camera we get a clear shot of, unmelted? This is very pedantic tho

Madeline is going to see death in their old house, she’s taking off her wig, the gloves are about to come off and the facade is ab to drop and show us the real toll that this life has taken on Madeline… only for her to have similarly gorgeous hair underneath? She essentially took off her clip on bangs lol. Like “time to tussle with death let me take off my bangs”

It felt like we got served the most horrific deaths first and almost everything else after was anti climactic in comparison. Perry’s death was a showstopper and it was the first we saw

Verna’s different levels of involvement in each Usher’s death. She gave warnings to Perry, Camille, and Leo, but she didn’t orchestrate what happened, she was just kinda there, an observer in what they had already decided to do. Sort of the same thing with Froderick, he decided to go into the building himself, although it was her who made him switch up the powders and she imitated his voice to give the wrecking ball the all clear. But she was a straight up instigator in Tammy’s and Vic’s deaths by appearing to them as real people in their lives and, arguably, driving them mad. You could even say it’s the madness that killed them

Ah yes, Napoleon usher, the famous playboy, who we see cheat on his loving partner one time. Like that just makes him a douchebag, a playboy would never have someone moving in

I was confused on Roderick’s characterization at some points. In the house with Augustine he seems like a real badass, an industry Titan indeed, especially with the lemon monologue. And then sometimes it would reveal that the powerful speeches he gave to the children and the way he commanded the family was directly lifted from things other powerful men had said to him to make him feel small, and a lot of times I was like “oh this man is just a loser in a nice suit”

Okay but what was Auggie’s long term plan with the informant lie? Like how was that going to pan out? I get he was trying to get them to turn on each other, and it worked, but he said in the courtroom that his informant was how he was going to get it to stick but there was no informant so like ???

Madeline just tried to snap Verna’s neck. And apparently was successful?

This is a little nit picky but you can’t tell me that “the bastards” like Perry and Napoleon and even Victorine who came to Roderick almost grown just so happened to have ridiculous rich people names. No minimum wage worker is naming their child Napoleon. “Can you cover my shift? I have to take little Prospero to the doctor, his tummy hurts.”

You expect me to believe Roderick Usher wrote Annabel Lee? That he was spitting original fire poetry at Auggie as he died?

#me #mine #fall of the house of usher #mike flanagan #fothou #fothou spoilers #verna #the raven #edgar allen poe #carla gugino #roderick usher #madeline usher #frederick usher #camille l'espanaye #kate siegel #victorine lafourcade #napoleon usher #prospero usher #Tammy usher

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askblog-cvesocs · 1 month

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General OC Information…

Mostly about names

Today, I’ve been figuring out my character’s last names. I often, instead of writing, work more on my characters. I would love to write, but I just like.. don’t for some reason.

I have PLENTY of OCs, and background for almost all of them.

One I wanna talk about (the first topic before my sidetrack starts) is Aiden. The last name I gave him is Barkesly (It’s pronounced “barks-lee”). His name is Aiden Barkesly. At school, ya know when you have a sub and there’s always someone whose name gets butchered? Often times more than one person? Aiden is one of those people.

The ways his last name gets pronounced are like

-(“Bark-eh-sly”)

-(“Bar-kez-lee”)

There’s also Anque, (her name is pronounced “on-kay”). Some people say:

-(“Ann-kyoo”)

-(“Ann-keh”)

-something like those and other ways that people might pronounce it wrong

A few of my OCs have pretty unique names.

Some names I made up myself were

[Pyrus], [Vaunne], [Hille] (literally just hill with an e at the end), [Anque] (as I said, pronounced “on-kay”), [Vydd] (pronounced “vid”. Everyone calls her Vee. Some people don’t even know her real name is Vydd), and [Jack]. [Jack]’s nickname is [Gheej], Hille calls him that sometimes, only family and close friends call him “Gheej” (pronounced like the nickname “deej”, but with a “g” instead of a “d”).

Hille’s last name, Wyvernn, I came up with when I first made him.

(I made most of my OCs in like.. beginning or middle-ish of 2023? like around June or July maybe. ((note from like 10 minutes after writing this: actually only a few, including: Reed, Auggie, Hille and Vee)) Though, Reed, Auggie, and Hille were all kind of.. established? might be the word? in September of 2022. I know that because the draft I wrote that insipired literally their whole story—even though it was not even a chapter long and was only like five or six paragraphs long—was written or last saved in September 2022. I was looking through the few drafts I had on Wattpad, this was around June or July in 2023, I found the draft with the start of their story, and immediately I was like “OH MY GOD I was GOING somewhere with this!!!” I was extremely happy. THAT was when I started to kick writer’s block in the ass. Writer’s block is now not even existent to me. It’s both awesome and somewhat not awesome at the same time.)

For a bit, last year, I wanted to know where the heck I got “Wyvernn” from. Then someday I logged back onto Discord for The First Time In Forever™, and on the loading screen, for a BRIEF second, I saw it said (something like) “Discord used to be called Wyvern at some point. Not too proud of that one”. So I was like “OHH”.

I don’t know where the hell I got “Anque” “Pyrus” “Vaunne” and “Gheej” from, but I’m pretty proud that I made ‘em up myself. (for some reason, very proud).

that concludes this post. ★

#oc info #writing #original characters #general oc info

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tealeefzz · 9 months

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Cuties,, i am very normal about them

Characters: Augustus (mine) , Lee (dm’s)

#lee and auggie #leegustus #smh get a room #dnd #dungeons and dragons #artists on tumblr #dnd campaign #character art #artists of tumblr #dnd5e #traveling sammies #dnd characters

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breaniebree · 4 months

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Kismet Characters & Family Trees Part Eleven:

George Weasley (1 April 1978) GRYFFINDOR m. Angelina Johnson (24 October 1977) GRYFFINDOR (1999): 1. Gideon Aaron Weasley (19 August 2004) GRYFFINDOR m. Ava Longbottom (1 July 2008) GRYFFINDOR (2029): a) August “Auggie” Gideon Weasley (5 July 2033) HUFFLEPUFF b) Caleb Neville Weasley (11 June 2035) RAVENCLAW c) Reed Jacob Weasley (15 March 2037) GRYFFINDOR 2. Roxanne “Roxie” Angelica Weasley (4 September 2007) GRYFFINDOR m. Cass Winchester (2004) GRYFFINDOR (2032): a) Ryder Cassidy Winchester (7 February 2034) GRYFFINDOR b) Foster Arthur Winchester (2 April 2036) GRYFFINDOR c) Topher Zachary Winchester (9 January 2039) RAVENCLAW d) Cole Gideon Winchester (18 January 2042) GRYFFINDOR 3. Asher Lee Weasley (17 November 2009) GRYFFINDOR m. Jia Zhao (2010) RAVENCLAW (2034): a) Bridger Asher Weasley (28 February 2038) RAVENCLAW b) Dalton Nicholas Weasley (23 April 2040) SLYTHERIN c) Saria Jia Weasley (3 October 2042) HUFFLEPUFF 4. Knox Logan Weasley (21 January 2012) GRYFFINDOR m. Layla Rivers (2012) GRYFFINDOR (2035): a) Rafe George Weasley (1 January 2039) GRYFFINDOR b) Gage Knox Weasley (19 February 2042) SLYTHERIN c) Miles Aaron Weasley (21 March 2044) RAVENCLAW d) Cade Asher Weasley (13 April 2047) GRYFFINDOR

Thanks to @ellieoryan7447 for taking the time and effort to create these.

#harry potter fanfiction #breanie #the world of asc #the kismet trilogy #the kismet trilogy by breanie #characters and family trees

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orangepeelshortbreadcookies · 5 months

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Curtain Story: The super serious, dark, dramatic and heroic rivalry of Miles Bridgerton and Charles Bridgerton

by @orangepeelshortbreadcookies

Chapter 5 - 5.6 / 4.11 & Edmund

Ratings: General

Word count: 2,993

Chapter summary: Our heroes consult their Minister of Defense and form a tentative ally with the Opposition regarding a possible assassination plot.

The purpose of having an older brother, Miles decides, is to be given a loyal and free lackey for your entire life.

Miles is especially lucky that his brother is Edmund. He is seven years old and is twice as big as other kids his age. Miles believes Edmund must be at least 10 metres tall. He can reach all the highest shelves. He gives Miles piggyback when their Dad is not available to. Any kid who dares bully him, and by extension, Charlie (who is not his best friend), retreats immediately when they see Edmund coming. It is the best.

The greatness of Edmund’s stature, however, is not appreciated by everybody. To be more specific, Auggie, their eldest cousin, is so very jealous. He finds it deeply unfair, as despite being two years older than Edmund, Auggie is one head shorter than him.

“I am going to catch up with you,” he argues. “Our dads are the same height so we’ll be at the same height too. My Mum said we just grow at different speeds. I am what they call a “rate broomer.”

“Yes but Aunt Daff is shorter than our Amma.” Miles chimes in. “And children are supposed to grow as tall as Moms put on top of Dads.”

“That’s not how that works.” Auggie glares at him.

“Yes it is.” He sticks his tongue out at Auggie. “You will never be as tall as my Edmund.” Smart boy that he is, Miles quickly retreats behind his brother’s back while dropping this devastating “fact”, before Auggie can have the chance to jump on him.

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Despite Miles’ very obvious dislike of Charlie Bridgerton, he is fascinated by Charlie’s younger brother, The Baby, Alex.

Known to their Mother as Seong-Gi, Alex is at the exciting age when babies start speaking. Sophie and Benedict, on occasions, find Miles and Charlie completely abandoning their toys and hanging around Alex for hours to teach him their favourite words, giggling at The Baby’s babbling. Miles can barely wait until the moment his sister reaches such a milestone herself, so he can play the role of teacher all over again.

“Charlie.” Charlie points at himself. “That my name. Chaar. Leee.”

“Cha-Lee.” Alex repeats enthusiastically.

“My turn.” Miles shoves Charlie aside. “Miles. Miilless.” He voices his name slowly and clearly. Alex blinks at him, a fist in his mouth, bemused. “Now you try it.”

The Baby throws his hands in the sky, grinning as if he has just won a prize. He exclaims happily.

“Meow!”

The education is a work-in-progress.

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Sometimes Edmund can be such a poohead.

Such as right now, as his left hand holds one of Miles’s trucks so far above his head, while his right stretches out and ruffles Miles’s hair, preventing him from getting in range of the toy, revelling in his younger, much shorter brother’s frustrations.

From his place on the mat, Alex watches their scuffles, laughing and clapping his hands together in utter delight. Charlie, however, seems to ignore them completely. Priorities. He is rather content with getting the most of his time around Miles’s exorbitant amount of Lego Duplos, before the older boy gets into one of his moods and demands them back.

“Give it back, Edmund!” Miles demands.

“Sorry,” Edmund smirks. “Can’t hear you from all the way down there.”

“Edmund!!” Miles yells, near tears.

“Mun!” The Baby’s high-pitched voice draws all heads toward him. Unburdened by the attention, he keeps clapping and smiling as before. “Mun-Mun!”

“What– what did he call me?” Edmund is caught off-guard just enough so Miles can yank the toy from him and skips toward Alex and Charlie.

“Very good, Alex.” Charlie nods. “That is Mun-Mun.”

“Mun-Mun!” Alex repeats excitedly.

“Hey– that’s not…” Edmund, or Mun-Mun stutters, growing redder by the seconds, knowing he’s being duped but unsure how to respond.

“That’s right, Alex.” Miles wants to cry again, but this time from relief and gratitude. “His name is Mun-Mun.”

“Mun-Mun!” Alex declares, while Mun-Mun flushes and runs out of the room in tears.

Edmund’s new nickname makes the rounds among the other cousins, and the boy’s annoyance with it only helps cement its popularity. Later, as the name reaches the ears of the adults, it is game over for Edmund. The second Kate hears her eldest being addressed as Mun-Mun, she has found the name so adorable and endearing, it sticks.

See? Having an older brother is so great for so many things.

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“Mun-Mun? Are you here?” Miles’s dark curls and hazel eyes peek into the room, hoping to find his brother where he has last seen him. On the contrary with his usual loud, carefree sprint/scream, the boy is putting extra effort into being as quiet as possible. Charlie and he are currently on a top secret, covert, dangerous, self-appointed (has he mentioned secret?) mission, so naturally, Miles does not want their nosy Bassett cousins to find out about it. Especially not Belinda.

Edmund still occupies the seat where Miles has seen him five minutes ago, completely immersed in Mario Kart. Looking around to make sure the coast is clear, Miles tiptoes toward his brother, before shaking his shoulder as hard as he can.

“Mun-Mun! Mun-Mun! We need your help!” Startled, Edmund’s cart takes a hard left off the lane.

“Do not call me that!” The older boy scowls, but pauses his game anyway. He is only begrudgingly resigned to his fate after all. One must still protest against such a ridiculous name as ‘Mun-Mun’ on the basis of principles. “What do you want?”

“There’s a cake in the kitchen!” Miles says, barely able to contain his excitement.

Edmund is unimpressed.

“So? We won’t be allowed any until after dinner anyway.”

“You don’t understand! There’s a cake in the kitchen and there’s nobody around!”

“Nobody around? What do you mean? Where’s Cook?” Edmund is still hesitant.

Impatient, Miles pulls on his big brother’s arm as hard as he can (which doesn’t do much), straining as he does.

“I don’t know. Who cares? Mun-Mun, there’s cake . It’s big . And they put it up so high. You’re the only one who can reach it.”

“You already had two biscuits just now.” Edmund reminds him. “Both you and Charlie.”

“We’re not going to eat it.” Miles argues. “We just want to know what it looks like. Where it comes from. Please , Edmund, it’s So. Big.” He pleads, making one more attempt at yanking his brother away from the chair and ends up sitting on the ground. “Hurry. Charlie is keeping watch in the kitchen. We must get there before the Bassets find out!”

The mention of the Bassets in a competitive context piques Edmund’s interest. His own curiosity seals the deal. How big is this cake?

“Just a peek, okay?” He says to Miles. “One peek, and then we’ll put it back where it belongs.”

“Promise!” Miles breaks out into a brilliant smile. “One peek. The quickest, tiniest peek in the entire world!”

---***---

It is neither a quick peek nor is it tiny.

In their defence, first and foremost, it is a big cake. An enormous cake. A gorgeous cake. Two-tiered, elegantly and decadently frosted, luxuriated with a generous pour of chocolate ganache. It is the kind of cake that, to their knowledge, must be what heaven looks like, made even more enchanting by the fact that they cannot have it. It is the kind of cake that demands one take time to take in all its beauty.

Secondly, as Edmund is just about to close the lid of the cake box and return the pastry to where they have found it, the Basset children storm into the kitchen and demand to know what it was they were doing. Then big-mouthed Belinda threatens to tell the adults unless the Bridgerton boys let them see the cake as well. So Edmund has no choice but to open up the cake again.

Really, it is not their fault.

“Who do you think it’s for?” asks Auggie.

“Perhaps there are some clues around…” Belinda, the aspiring detective, ponders. “Did you see any card attached to it?”

“No.” says Edmund.

“Interesting.” she rubs her fingers against her chin in contemplation. “Very interesting.” Then an idea pops in her head. “Maybe it was an assassin! Maybe the cake is poisoned!”

“Shut up, Belinda.” Miles contradicts her, purely on impulse. “It’s not poison.”

“How do you know that?” She questions him, in the most annoying tone she can muster, knowing he hates it.

“It just isn’t.” Miles responds, using an equally grating voice. “So shut up.”

“No, you shut up.”

“Both of you shut up!” Auggie reprimands them.

“Belinda might have a point, actually.” Charlie speaks up. Miles turns to his partner-in-crime with a look of utmost betrayal, while the youngest child in the kitchen offers his scientific insights “We don’t know where it was. The cake could be poisoned. It a plausible hippothis. We need to prove it though.”

“How do we do that?” asks Miles.

“I can do it!” Caroline, who believes she has superpowers, exclaims. “I have “tellycandysis”!” Without waiting for permission, she presses her face closer to the cake. “I’ll smell out the poison!”

Her big brother Auggie pulls her back by the collar when Caroline’s face is buried in the frosting.

“Ah! Let me go!” she flails. “I’m smelling it!”

“No, you’re not!” Miles accuses her, pointing at the creamy evidence all over her mouth. “You’re eating it.”

“No, I’m just smelling.” She denies. “I smell it with my mouth!”

“Look what you did!” Miles complains. “You ruined it.” He gestures at the Caroline-shaped indentation on the frosting.

“She didn’t mean to.” Loyally, Belinda comes to her sister’s defence. “Besides, she proved it, didn’t she? Now we know the cake is not poisoned, thanks to Caroline.”

Auggie comes to their aid.

“It doesn’t look so bad. Just move the other bits around to cover that spot she made and no one will notice it.”

“That’s true,” agrees Belinda.

“Right.” says Edmund.

“I guess.” Miles reluctantly concedes.

…

Nobody moves. All of their eyes are still trained on the delicious looking cake.

“What if–” Miles suggests conspiratorially. “What if the poison is inside the sponge?”

Belinda agrees immediately.

“Possibly. Assassins are sneaky.”

Charlie encourages him.

“Good hippothis, Miles.”

“But then–” Auggie questions. “How do we find that out? Without anyone noticing?”

For a few seconds there is silence. Then Charlie, ever living up to his name as the son of a scientist, speaks up.

“We can–” He starts hesitantly. “We can cut four pieces off the bottom and turn it into a square cake?”

“Yeah, that would work.”

“Good idea, Charlie.”

“Square cakes are better than round cakes anyway.”

“Cut it.”

Being the tallest and strongest of the bunch, Edmund proclaims himself the cake-cutter. Clutching the child-friendly cake knife with both hands, the boy tentatively approaches the giant pastry.

“Oh right, I’m doing it. Everybody stay back!” He warns the other children with the utmost seriousness of a specialised expert about to diffuse a bomb.

Four pieces are removed cleanly and divided among six children under Edmund’s careful incisions, explosion-free.

“Well, we know that the cake is not poisoned now.” muses Auggie, licking frosting off his fingers.

“Agree.” says Belinda absent-mindedly, taking a huge messy bite off the piece between her hands.

“That's because I smell out all the poison first.” exclaims Caroline with a mouthful.

“I guess I can put the cake away now.” says Edmund.

His suggestion is only met with dead silence, including his own. All six faces, smeared with frosting, are still directed at the cake, unspoken longing tangible in their eyes.

“It–” whispers Miles. “It doesn’t look as good as before, does it?”

“No. Now it looks all uneven.”

“Yeah, it’s supposed to be the same shape all the way around.”

“So what do we do?”

“What if–” Edmund speaks up. He supposes, as the cake cutter, he ought to take charge in this matter, “what if I cut all the edges off and make it like a big round column?”

This decision is met with unanimous support.

In his peripheral vision, Miles notices Charlie carefully break off a piece of his second serving and put it away.

“Are you saving that for later?” Miles turns his gaze to the younger boy’s pant pocket, where the piece has just disappeared. Finding Charlie’s shirt has risen up over his belly, Miles pulls the hem back down for him. Don’t let your belly be cold , he remembers Amma said to him, whenever his shirt rolls up like Charlie’s has, before she kisses his belly and fixes his shirt so it covers him up again. Miles does not want to kiss Charlie’s belly. Belly kisses are for Mums and Dads only, he thinks. But the other thing Miles can do, unintentionally leaving a sticky handprint on the front of Charlie’s shirt while he is at it.

“No,” Charlie shakes his head. “This for Alex. He wants cake too I think.”

Miles considers it. Babies eat cake too?? He never thought about it like that. But if they do, won’t it be unfair for his Charlotte not to have cake, just because she cannot walk and ask for it like older children? Poor Charlotte, don’t be sad. I’ll bring you cake . He thinks this, then shoves a fistful of cake into his pocket as well, before finishing his share.

The second they take another sweet, spongy bite, both Miles and Charlie completely forget that they have cake in their pants.

“I’ll put the cake away now. Everybody get out.” Edmund shoos the rest of them out of the kitchen, and they comply happily. Their cherubic cheeks glisten with chocolate and cream, our children are content in a haze of sugary bliss, completely oblivious to the very visible evidence of their crime. For at least 30 minutes, the five get along swimmingly, synchronised in their energetic, glucose-fueled giddiness.

Until they start fighting again and realise that their usual, Edmund-sized mediator is nowhere around to mediate among them.

Without having to utter a word, all five rush back to the kitchen.

The cake that should have been returned to where it belongs in the fridge is still where they last saw it, Edmund has not yet moved it. In fact, he is still standing over it. The pastry now bears more resemblance toward an upside down bell than a column.

“Mun-Mun. What the heck?!” Miles yells, breaking his older brother out of his trance.

Realising what he has done, Edmund repacks and puts away the evidence in a flash of panicky blur. “Nobody tells my Dad!! Especially you , Miles!” he throws back a warning, before disappearing in a metaphorical, and even possibly literal, dust cloud, taking great advantage of the fact that none of the others can catch up with him.

Edmund’s original plan has been to excuse himself immediately after dinner, scurry off to his bed and pretend to be fast asleep. Unfortunately for him, however, their deeds are uncovered almost right away.

If the remnants of frosting and chocolate on the corners of their mouths have not already posed a line of questioning, the agonised cry of Charlie and Miles bursting into tears in discovering their thoughtful gifts melted into a mushy, sticky mess certainly would.

The ensuing chaos results in uproarious laughter among the adults. Even young Edmund’s and Miles’s Dad and Uncle Simon cannot hold back their chuckles. Grandma Violet doubles herself over in fits of giggles, her laugh lines crinkle. She sits the oldest four children down around her and recalls the story of how she meets Grandpa Edmund, a meeting that involves a blueberry pie heist.

Meanwhile, Kate and Benedict busy themselves with consoling their respective desolate child. Kate assures Miles that Charlotte is still too small for cake as she rocks him back and forth in her arms, as the boy grabs a fistful of her raven hair in his palm and sniffles into it.

Charlie needs a little bit more convincing.

“I– I really wanted to get Alex cake.” He manages to say between wet sobs into his Dad’s shoulder. “I really did!”

“I know, love.” Benedict strokes his hair and tucks the hem of his shirt back into his waistband. Another piece of clothing becomes too small. “That is so very kind of you. Alex knows that.”

“No he doesn’t!” Charlie shakes his head vehemently. “He a baby. He just knows if you give him things or not. He doesn’t know if you tried.” He clutches his Dad tighter. “He’ll think I hate him if everybody has cake and he doesn’t. And I don’t. I don’t hate him at all!”

What a smart, perceptive little thing his son is. Benedict wonders which one of them he gets that from.

“I assure you, mon petit loup , your brother knows you love him.” He wipes the tears off the boy’s face. They grow up so fast. Too fast . “He loves you too. And it’s not too late, you know? You can still give him cake now.”

Charlie pauses his sobbings to mull over that option. Oh right, he can do that. There is still cake left. The original piece he intended to reserve for Alex was better, or course, for obvious yet undecipherable reasons. But he supposes he can make up for it if his Dad helps him cut an even bigger slice.

Charlie gets to feed his some cake after all. Alex bounces giddily in Sophie’s lap, the taste of cake further strengthens Charlie’s idol position in his little heart.

As for Edmund, he never forgets the date of his birthday ever again.

And for all of them, their little group, the legend of The Cake on that fateful day would go on to feature in the toast at each of their subsequent weddings. It is implicitly agreed upon that none of them would let the others live it down.

#miles bridgerton #charles bridgerton #edmund bridgerton #alexander bridgerton #saphne #kathony #benophie #kanthony #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #violet bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton #my writing

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bitchinbarzal · 7 days

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august thomas lee named after his dad 🥺🥺🥺

-linkedin anon

such a cute name

AUGGIE

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bearlee-giggling · 10 months

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Do You Want To See A Magic Trick?

Lee!Adison × Ler!Honee (platonic)

Adison is my oc! Honee belongs to @altheadajoysoul!

Synopsis: Adi is curious about what kind of magic Honee performs in his sets, but becomes suspicious when hypnosis is mentioned.

Word Count: 889

Warnings: This is a tickle fic! (Both characters are 18+ but the fic is entirely sfw)

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Adi stepped out onto his porch as he saw his good friend Honee strolling up with his suitcase. Honee would be in town for a couple of days for a short stint of his standup/magic show at a nearby theater, and where better to stay than a good friend's place?

"Bunny Boy! Good to see ya!" Adi exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Honee in a friendly hug.

"Hey, kid! Didn't know they let middle schoolers rent town houses in the city, but things have changed since I was your age, I suppose..." the older rabbit teased, plopping his hat on Adi's head.

Adi let out an indignant huff as he took Honee's suitcase and led him inside. "I'm just gonna ignore that-"

Honee laughed as the two of them crossed the threshold into the small but comfortable residence. Adi set the suitcase and hat down next to the pullout bed in the livingroom, on which he plopped himself down and invited Honee to do the same. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, before Adi broke it.

"So, what's your set like?"

"Oh! I'm doing a mix of standup and magic. A lot of basic sleight of hand type of stuff to really level up the jokes with a couple fancier things thrown in here and there." Adi nodded, clearly curious. "Speaking of- do you mind if I test something out on you? I'm integrating it into my set for the first time- I just wanna practice it one more time before doing it for the show-"

"Sure, what is it-?"

"Hypnotism. It's all over the place online, magicians everywhere are going viral for it."

Adi snorted. "Dude, seriously? Everybody knows that hypnotism shit isn't real! It's all faked for views!"

Honee smirked. "Are you a betting man, Adison?"

He paused for a moment. "Not usually, but I'm so confident that I'm right that I will bet you on this."

Honee's grin grew playfully sinister, and Adi felt a pit growing in his stomach. "If I successfully hypnotise you, I can have my fun- and- I get to record what happens and do with it what I see fit."

Adi groaned. "Fine. But if you fail- you still have to keep hypnotism in your set. And I get to come to your show and watch you fail again in front of a live audience."

Honee stuck out his hand with an unsettling amount of confidence. "Deal."

Adi swallowed hard. How was he so sure about this? Nevertheless, Adi took his hand and shook it. "Deal."

Honee grinned as Adi looked up at him, their eyes finally meeting. "Now Adi..." The rabbit's irises flashed and began to spiral. Adi stared deeply into them, immediately entranced, and after a few moments, his expression went completely blank. "Do you want to see a magic trick?~"

Adi smiled and nodded, lying down on the pullout bed as Honee smirked and positioned himself over the human. "I think you deserve a bit of payback after doubting me~"

Adi nodded, tugging up the hem of his shirt to reveal his toned belly up to his lower ribs. Honee chuckled, straddling the boy's waist. "My favorite part of hypnosis~" Honee began with a sinister grin, "is that you can't lie to me~" He pulled out his phone, setting it to the side so it was ready to record when he decided it was a good time. "So with that in mind, Adison~"

Adi eagarly nodded his head. "Do it!"

Honee huffed out a surprised laugh. He knew that Adi wouldn't have been able to lie, but he hadn't even needed to ask. "You asked for it!~"

Honee flexed his hands into claws, hovering them teasingly over Adi's tummy as the younger boy squirmed through flustered giggles beneath him. Finally, the claws touched down, skittering up and down Adi's sides as he squealed with glee. Loud, bubbly giggles poured from his mouth. "wehEHE-!! honehEHEhe-!!"

Honee smiled, pushing up Adi's shirt a bit further to gently scritch at his ribs. "What's so funny? I haven't even started testing my standup on you yet-"

"FUHUHUHUCK-!!! NAHAHAHAHAAHA-!!!" Adi's laughter intensified in volume and grew more frantic by the second, so Honee only spent a few moments teasing at his ribs before tracing his blunt claws all over Adi's tummy.

Adi melted into a fit of squealy giggles, squirming and batting at Honee's hands out of instinct.

"Ah, ah, ah~ Keep those hands up will you, bud~?"

Adi nodded and dragged his hands up behind his head, after which Honee immediately spidered his claws into the hollows of Adi's underarms. "WEHEHEHAHAHA!!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!!"

"Please what? Keep tickling you?~" Honee giggled, tracing a claw right around the rim of Adi's navel.

"SHIHIT- FUHUHUHUCK-!!!" Adi was cackling loudly and happily now, arching his back into the ticklish madness. That is- until Honee dipped his claw into Adi's navel and began scritching. "NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!!!! FAHAHAHAHACK STAHAHAHAHAHAAP-!!!!"

Knowing that Adi was unable to lie about what he wanted, Honee stopped immediately. He climbed off of Adi, off of the pullout bed, and scooped the still-giggling boy into his arms.

"Did you have fun, Adi?"

"Sohoho... sohoho muhuch fuhuhun-"

"Tired?" Adi nodded, nestling himself into Honee's arms. "Let's get you to bed."

Honee carried Adi to his room, and there his phone sat, long forgotten on the pullout bed.

#auggie's ocs #my fic #lee!adison #ler!honee

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