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really just came here and exposed me huh????!

🚬 i've been here since 2012. i started writing fanfic on fanfic.net for destiel and then the purge wiped them all...I WAS THERE GANDALF I WAS THERE 3000 YEARS AGO

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Okay so I made the mistake of doing an ask game where I didn't fully understand the rules, so I don't think I'm supposed to be actually writing a snippet but HERE YOU GO ANYWAY. This fic would be about Alex and Henry having a dispute over which fruit is the best on a fruit platter, Alex accidentally knocking all the blueberries on the floor, the blueberries going missing and turning up in days to come (inspired by @celeritas2997 real life, lmao sorry for slander).

The problem with knocking a pile of blueberries off a platter is that the exact amount of tiny, dark coloured and squash-able fruit isn't easily ascertained. In fact, Alex spends the next day and a half tip toeing around the brownstone, fearful of accidentally stepping on one of them.

After two days have passed, he starts to let his guard down. Which, in hindsight, is a mistake. The blueberries are out for vengeance and have been lying in wait, patiently biding their time.

The first one is discovered at the bottom of his gym bag, squashed perfectly between a workout top and a pair of shorts, effectively dirtying both. Alex has no idea how the damn fruit even got in the bag in the first place, it must have flown high off the counter and gone for gold, unless Henry has been fucking with him and sneaking blueberries into his belongings in order to teach Alex a lesson.

The second blueberry is found when Henry is literally fucking with Alex. He's spread out on their sheets, ass in the air and absolutely desperate for it, when - instead of pressing into Alex - Henry yelps and leaps off the bed, clutching his knee.

"Alex, I think a blueberry got me," he says, a little breathless as he wipes something dark coloured from his leg.

Alex whips his head around and whimpers helplessly. Henry is slick with sweat, hard and has his hand curled around himself. Notwithstanding that the situation gives a new meaning to the term 'fruity', Alex does not want to be waylaid by nature's candy right now.

"The bed is gonna get real messy anyway, sweetheart," he replies, sounding very strung out. "Forget the blueberry."

"It's sticky," Henry protests, licking his clean hand and wiping it across his kneecap. "Why did you let them in here?"

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Alex protests. "Those fuckers got out and- Anyway, can you hurry up and make me sticky instead?"

The third blueberry turns up at the end of one of Alex's trainers, making a horrible squishing sound when he shoves his foot in it too quickly. When he pulls his foot out, the end of his sock is completely wet.

By the time the fourth blueberry reveals itself, Alex has had enough.

"Is that-" Henry asks, arching an eyebrow and evidently trying very hard not to laugh as Alex stops still in the middle of the living room.

He groans, lifting his foot off the rug to reveal a decimated blueberry on the bottom of his sock, now destined for the laundry hamper. He's also going to have to wipe the rug, which is his least favourite task, mostly because he begged Henry to stick with the hardwood floors. Alex hates carpet for a reason. It never cleans properly and it's harder to get things out of. Including wayward blueberries.

"You know what?" he grits out, hopping on one foot as he removes his socks. "You were right."

"That's new," Henry muses, folding his book in his lap. "What was I right about?"

"Pineapple," Alex says tightly. "It's definitely the best fruit on the fruit platter."

always love an excuse to write another David POV - that beagle has my whole heart. enjoy!

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brooklyn streets, 8:50am

Sometimes David misses the grass and steady pace Kensington. Misses the squirrels and birds and the wide expanse of the sky he could see from the grounds. Misses ThankYouShaan and Bea and Mr. Wobbles something fierce. (Mr. Wobbles must miss him too, despite all his outward hostility.)

plate: sokka got this special (ahem, plastic) pokemon plate when he was a kid and he treated it so carefully (hand wash only, no microwave, etc) and took it with him to college and everything. when katara sees that zuko is eating something off of it even though she was barely allowed to breathe in the same room as it she connects the dots about sokka's feelings for his roommate

echo: whenever presented with an opportunity to create an echo (they're in a large room with the right acoustics, they're sight seeing and end up touring a cave, etc) they take the opportunity to shout stupid things to hear echoed back to them but eventually it devolves into saying shit like "sokka has a great ass!"

standing: for one of his last classes in college, zuko had to write and put on a production of a one-act play and sokka was in the audience and as soon as the play ended he shot to his feet to give a standing ovation but he was so enthusiastic about it that he ended up launching himself onto the row of people seated in front of him and pretended like he didn't almost break his nose so he wouldn't take the spotlight away from zuko

Are you named after anyone? nope, pretty sure rachel was just a random name my parents liked. When was the last time you cried? a couple of days ago. work has been super stressful the last couple of weeks and i’m not getting much sleep so it was one of those ‘sitting at my work desk trying to pretend like i’m not crying just because i’m exhausted af’ things. Do you have kids? nope. i have five nieces and nephews whom i love and adore and that’s enough for me. Do you use sarcasm a lot? indeed i do. What sports do you play/have you played? i payed tennis as a kid. i liked playing it when we had training sessions but didn’t enjoy the competitions, mostly because i wasn’t really that fit lol. What’s the first thing you notice about people? i don’t know? i don’t think there’s anything in particular? What’s your eye color? green. i actually really love my eye colour, one of the few things about my physical appearance i like. Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings. scary movies are okay, but once i moved out of home and started living alone i had to be more judicious about what i watch and when lol. Any special talents? nope. Where were you born? in the hospital of a country town in eastern victoria, australia. (sidebar: i just googled this birth town and somehow for some reason it’s actually a city not a town (with a population of 15k) when the place i currently live is a suburb with a population of 50k wtf) What are your hobbies? i mean, just the usual: watching tv/films, reading, going to the theatre... Do you have pets? nope. i don’t trust myself to be responsible for them, it wouldn’t be fair to keep them outside all the time but i wouldn’t want them inside messing up my house. How tall are you? i don’t know? it always baffles me how everyone just knows this. i don’t recall ever having a reason to measure my height? am i just weird? Favorite subject in school? english i guess, but not by a lot. Dream job? whatever is gonna pay the highest amount for doing the littlest amount of work lol.

These were. Incredibly hard to think of gkdhdkd