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@barbwritesstuff

how can you tell

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when you remember you're an adult and can buy yourself a birthday gift @barbwritesstuff

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so, uh....yeah

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IT'S OUT!

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Steam

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can we talk about bff M tho

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Thinkin about how if the detective hadn't gotten out of bed they would've been crushed to death by a bathtub and how fucking embarrassing that would've been

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So much to my complete surprise, someone actually commissioned me! They have very generously agreed to let me share their story, so without further ado:

Characters: Tony, Claudia, and MC

Word count: 1100

Antonio Version

“Are you sure?” Tony asks.

You stifle a yawn. “Never been more sure.”

“Usually the sitter’s really good about getting a replacement, or at least a heads up, and G’s working until—”

You cut him off. “You don’t have to explain. You’re in a pinch, you need help. I’ll be there.”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

Your voice takes on a teasing lilt. “Oh, I’m sure you will.” You can’t hear his eye roll through the phone, but you can hear the accompanying chuckle.

“See you soon then?”

“You betcha!” You press end, and then you’re shoving clothes into an overnight bag, trying not to forget anything as you hurry out the door.

You’ve never spent the night at Tony’s before. You had both decided it would be better not to confuse Claudia, in case things didn’t... Well. Anyway, this will be your first overnight visit.

And he won’t even be there! He’ll be downstairs flirting good tips out of the revelers in his bar instead. A half chuckle-half sigh escapes your lips, and you shoot off a quick text to Alex before you’re on your way.

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You slip into the bar, and a few familiar faces holler a hello your way, trying to pull you into their drunken conversations. Behind the bar, Tony throws you a harried look, which you take as a cue to extricate yourself.

Barely squeezing into an open space near the end of the counter, Tony scurries over to you.

“Hey!” an annoyed patron shouts. “I was here first!”

Tony rolls his eyes, slips you the key, and a quick kiss on the cheek. “You’re a godsend. She should be asleep. Make yourself comfortable, don’t piss on the furniture, you know the drill.”

You roll your eyes, which elicits a grin. “There goes my entertainment for the night.”

Impatient customers cut your interaction short, and you find yourself slipping up the stairs and into Tony’s apartment with a departing glance over your shoulder. Pressing the door shut behind you, the din of raucous laughter and chattering dwindles to a low buzz.

You peek into Claudia’s room. The round lump in the middle of her bed doesn’t stir. So you plant yourself on the couch in the living room. And… then everything fades away.

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“Urgh,” you groan as your eyes flutter open. Your muscles are stiff, sore, and your mouth dry. When you pull out your phone, the bright screen reads 4:17. Tony should be closing up by now, shooing the last stubborn customers out the door before cleaning and closing up shop. An hour, you figure, before you see him.

Unfolding your arms, you stretch your limbs and shake out the stiffness, your brain waking up as much as the rest of your body. And that’s when you hatch your brilliant scheme.

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“Claudia,” you call out softly to the sleeping bulge in the bed. When it wiggles, you call her name again, and her face peeks out from under the purple comforter. She blinks at you and rubs her eyes.

“Where’s Marianne?”

“She got sick and couldn’t come.”

“Oh.”

“Wanna do something special?”

The last vestiges of sleep crumble away as excitement snaps her eyes open.

“Like what?”

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The two of you scour the kitchen, collecting bits and pieces as you go. A carton of eggs here, a bunch of bananas there. You hand Claudia a spoon and put her on stirring duty as you pour sugar and flour into the only mixing bowl Tony seems to own.

You crack an egg into a separate bowl with one hand, tossing the shell into the sink as you reach for another. A tug at your sleeve demands that you pause.

“How’d you do that?”

“What? Crack the egg?”

“You did it with only one hand! Only Aunt Gabby can do that.”

“Do you-do you want me to teach you?”

Her face lights up with unabashed joy and reverence, and it’s all you can do not to giggle.

“Okay, like this,” you say, grabbing a second egg. “You hit it against the counter, not too hard, and then--”

Claudia watches you like a hawk as the second egg slides into the bowl with a satisfying plop. Wisely, you pour the two prepared eggs into your mixing bowl before letting Claudia take a crack at it.

When she frowns at the pieces of shell that follow the unfortunate egg into the bowl, you decide to turn it into yet another lesson.

“Never fear,” you insist with exaggerated cheerfulness before your voice descends into a conspiratorial whisper. “That happens to me sometimes, too. Some eggs are more cooperative than others, but we’re gonna show it who’s boss.”

You turn the faucet on and get the tip of your finger wet, motioning for Claudia to do the same. Then you dip it into the gooey egg and begin to fish out the pieces of shell. “The shell is easier to chase around when your finger’s wet,” you explain.

When the two of you finally extract the last piece of shell, you pour the third egg into the mixing bowl and let Claudia whisk the batter, only a few splatters escaping the bowl, while you fish out a skillet and some butter.

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The last of the batter hits the pan with a sizzle, forming a smaller and slightly misshapen pancake for the top of the stack, when Tony finally slips in through the front door, bone tired and barely upright.

Claudia bounds off the counter she had been sitting as you taught her the art of flipping pancakes to greet her brother.

“Tony!” she shouts.

Eyes wide and surprised, he doesn’t skip a beat before he scoops her up into a hug.

“What are you doing awake, missy?”

“Making pancakes!”

Lowering her to the ground, Tony allows her to drag him by the wrist into the increasingly smaller kitchen.

You sit the plate of pancakes in the middle of the table and take a seat, Claudia quickly following suit. After pulling a couple of pancakes onto your plate, you look up at Tony, standing there, watching.

“Not a fan of pancakes?” you tease.

The corner of his lips quirk upward, but he continues to stand there. Just as you’re beginning to feel awkward, a blush creeping up the back of your neck, he marches over to you and kisses the top of your head, holding you close before finally settling into the chair between you and his sister, who shoots him a dirty look when he ruffles her hair.

Below the table, his hand finds your knee and squeezes it.

“Bon appétit,” you say through a mouthful of pancake, and the three of you dig in.

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11 P.M. - A Short Snippet

Based on the commissioned prompt “I can’t give you what they can. But I can give you my all.” Davy x MC x Eli, because we love a good love triangle. 

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Wow, a theraputic drawing--

of Xiao. Who I wasn’t able to pull for;; I may still be trying to learn some of the lore, but ughhhh I love him so much. It’s therapeutic because my brain is sabotaging meeeee-

It’s amazing how much a difference another style makes, huh? I’m quite happy with it- although I think I did the beads to his necklace wrong…

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when your favourite author shares a snippet on patreon and it's great but also bittersweet with emphasis on painful

Orion my love.......

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the entire mario party cast shows up at my funeral

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i never thought i would get into the bachelorette but this was the single best thing ive ever seen on television

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someone who lives in post-communist or communist country: communist authorities committed genocide/purges/deportations/mass executions in my country against those who they considered to be “enemies of the state”

tumblr: are you sure it happened?

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imagine stranger things but will isn’t terrorized by any shadow monsters and it’s just everyone having a good time and joyce gets to take as many well earned naps as she wants and snacks are provided