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Okay last call for tumblr users wererotter, ren-walker and kierenwvlkers to get back to me about their secret santa presents! (This means telling me if i'm an actual fish and have already been told the status please) 

(I've hit my freaking ask limit for the 3901829839 time this weekend sorry for doing it like this) 

In the mean time, we may still need some new creators to join the 4 amazing angels who've volunteered so far! 

[intheflesh-art]

So, I took part in the "In the flesh secret santa!"

Sadly I couldn't submit this before today cause of family, christmas, the christmas projects on this blog,...basically because of a let lot of stress.

Plus, I am not one of those superb writers who can do magic with their words, so don't expect to much!

Anyway, here is my little Siren fic for wererotter! Enjoy!

"Dystmas"

Simon woke up by someone hastily pulling away his the bedsheets, followed by a muffled „Shit, shit, shit!“ and a clonk.

He opened his eyes just quickly enough to see a blonde thatch of hair poping up from the floor at the other side of the double bed. Kieren must have been getting caught on something while trying to stand up, and, grabbing Simon’s sheets in a half-hearted attempt to rescue himself, had tripped.

But now Kieren was standing up again, out of habit dusting of his jeans, looking around the room to see if someone had witnessed his clumsiness, and his eyes met Simon’s. He was caught.

His boyfriend’s legendary Bambi-eyes became even bigger as he looked at Simon apologetically.

“That was so not supposed to happen.”, he said.

“Stripping the beds while someone is still sleeping in there hasn’t been your best idea so far, Kieren.”, Simon teased.

Kieren grinned. “Dick!”

“I thought I could get up a bit earlier and make us all breakfast, maybe even start decorating the house a bit, I couldn’t really sleep anyways.”, he grabbed the sheets from the floor, folded them neatly, “Amy will sleep till noon anyways, and I hoped, uhm,…”, he looked at Simon, “I hope you would too. Would have been a surprise for you all.”

‘A bit earlier’ was understated, Simon noticed as he looked out of the window. The sun had only just started to rise and a warm, colourful light highlighted the fluffly snowflakes that were falling. It was 8am, at most.

Kieren was right though, Amy surely wouldn’t be awake till noon. It wasn’t that she was naturally a late sleeper, quite the opposite, she had been the one to wake up Simon at 7am every day when he was staying at her bungalow, ‘Mr. Disciple, sleep is for the living, now get your morgeous ass out of bed, we have to go do things’.

But getting back to be living costs energy, and Amy was just in the heart of getting her heart to beat again.

  “So you wanted to cook breakfast? Well, I’m awake now anyways, I’ll help you then.”, Simon said.  Kieren looked conflicted.

“It won’t be a surprise for you then though.”

“Apart from the fact that it would be only half a surprise now that I know about it, and apart from the fact that just because you and Amy are switching sides to the living side I still don’t and I still can’t eat, I am not so sure a surprise meal would be…the best surprise.”, Simon concluded.

Kieren furrowed his brows. Simon could literally see the typical just-because-you-are-the-city’s-poet-doesn’t-mean-i-can-understand-your-ambigous-monstrosities-of-a-sentence. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Oups, be careful Simon. Dangerous terrain.

“Well…let’s put it like this, uhm, I’m inclined to say Amy spending an hour in the bathroom trying to wash out her mouth last time you baked cookies, is, uhm, isn’t exactly a coincidence.”

  “They were not so bad. I just put a little too much flour in them, that’s all. It was all tolerable.”, Kieren defended himself.

“Two pounds instead of one is not exactly what people call tolerable these days. It’s a miracle you even managed to cut out shapes out of the dough. Just let me help. I’ll cook, you’ll taste and season.”

“Fine then.”

While Simon was browning the roast potatoes, Kieren was decorating the room with tinsel he found in Amy’s storage. It had taken him a while to find the stuff, Amy had apparently tucked it away in the most dusty area of her bungalow.

Understandable, Christmas was over now, and she was probably trying to block out that she hadn’t been able to celebrate it in Roarton with her loved ones this year, but had to visit a hospital in the South to be tested by Doctors who wanted to know all about why she was coming back to the living, and most important, why she was the first to do so.

But Kieren and Simon had decided to stay overnight in her bungalow the day she came back to town. If she couldn’t have Christmas at Christmas, she would have it when she was back, no problem. Amy got more than excited when her friends told her about their plan to re-celebrate Christmas. She declared the next day an official Dyer-holiday, Dystmas she had called it, and Simon almost had to force her to go to sleep. The only argument she was accepting was that she would not be of much use on her own Christmas day if she didn’t sleep at all the night before.

  “Si, where do we got the bag with the presents?”, Kieren was asking, his head peering through the door to the corridor.

“Is up in our room.” Kieren murmured a ‘thankyou’ and was already halfway up the stairs.

“Kieren! Wait a second now, need your help here first!”

“What is it?”, Kieren was asking, embracing Simon from behind and, probably standing on his tiptoes, peeping over the taller man’s shoulder.

“You’re the one in this house with taste buds, right?” Simon turned around, really to feed his boyfriend with a spoon of golden brown, hot roasted potatoes.

  “Mmmmh.”, Kieren approved, “ouh, kinda hot. I guess a bit more salt would be good though.”

Simon stepped back as Kieren was reaching for the door of the cupboard above the cooker and took out a small pot. He was about to put teaspoons of it into the pan.

“That would be the sugar.”, Simon commented just before Kieren could empty his spoon, and gently gripping his boyfriends wrists, moved them away from the pan.

“Oh, damn it, I’m sorry.”, Kieren said and put the jar and spoon down.

  He was a bit confused on account of Simon still holding his hands, but the irish man suddenly just couldn’t cease of admiring his boyfriend’s beauty, the way the rhythm of Kieren’s breast lifting and lowering quickened every time he got alarmed, the way the now brighter sun was reflected in his deep brown eyes…

Kieren stared at Simon, inquiring, a bit alert maybe, his eyes so big and beautiful. Kieren was the only one who could make him feel as if his heart missed a beat. Which, of course, it was, it was missing every beat, it didn’t beat at all, but if it was working, it would have missed one in exactly this moment.

“I’m sorry”, Simon murmured and forced himself to look away, “I just noticed I haven’t kissed you yet this morning.”

“Oh yeah?”, Simon could feel Kieren’s muscles relax instantely. “Well, what a shame. That we can change.”, he said and Simon suddenly felt his boyfriends lips pressed against his own. He could rather feel than see Kieren’s smile, and although he didn’t need to, he breathed in calmly. Kieren’s and his fingers almost automatically intertwined, and Kieren leaned into the kiss so much that he pressed Simon against the counter.

And that was when cocoon exploded and Simon’s stomach filled with thousands of wonderful, colourful butterflies that made Simon feel dizzy and jazzed and…alive.

  And when he could suddenly clearly feel his heart beat, he opened his eyes wide, alarmed.

“What is it?”, Kieren asked concerned, and when he broke the kiss, Simon’s sudden sparkle of life had already vanished again.

Kieren turned around. “Oh.”

Facing the two men, standing in the doorway to the room was Amy, her hair still all messy, but already in her favourite dress and her typical petticoat, carrying a sleepy grin on her face.

  “Merry Christmas to you too”, she said.

[theserpentgirl]

Harvesting the Investment

Title: Harvesting the Investment  

Pairing: Peter/Chris

For: wererotter

Warning: AU; Language, brief bondage/dominance, brief angry (marital) sex, and angst. Happy ending.

Rating: NC17

Written For: petophersecretsanta2014, Prompt #15: Peter thinks he’s the one in control of their relationship – if you could even term it as such. Chris shows him how wrong he is. Bonus points if Chris has Peter admit he’s a slut.

Author’s Note: I think I met most of the requirements of the original prompt, but there’s also a lot of story with the porn (damn it, Peter, stop internal monologue-ing every scene!). LOL!

Summary: Peter has the perfect life, the perfect partner in Chris, and everything is exactly the way that he wants it – and then, one day out of the blue, Chris leaves him. 

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I was tagged by this random stranger kitren idek who u r man 

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basics:


name: maisie

birthday: november fourth

favourite colour: yellow!

lucky number: I used to think 3, but 11 genuinely makes me feel calmer, so

height: 5'8" or thereabouts

talents: I am really really good at putting off doing stuff until it makes me so stressed out I get sick.  also at wasting obscene amounts of time on tumblr

last dream you remember: okay this isn't a dream so much as that I woke up the other day with a fic idea in mind where it's a bit like the fuck-or-die trope but with peter going into heat and only stiles being with him so stiles has to fuck him and peter keeps asking for chris so they phone him and he talks them both through everything on loudspeaker until he gets there and fun, sexy times are had by all.  don't judge me.

can you juggle: I can do like a one-handed juggle of two balls...

art/sports/both: I enjoy both

do you like writing: I do in fact love writing!

do you like dancing: yes, though I am not good at it

do you like singing: yes, though I am not good at it

fantasies
:

dream vacation: I really really want to do a roadtrip across america tbh I will forever be sad that I like in the uk so it's not ever gonna be a real possibility unless I get randomly rich

dream guy/gal:  hot.  rich.  holds my hand. 

dream wedding: never really thought about it - just normal, I guess?  the only thing I've ever really 'dreamed' wrt to my wedding is that both sides of my family will be there, for the first time in my life we'll all be together and everyone can meet each other and then I always hope that afterwards everyone will be friendly and it won't be as awkward and split in half like it is now??

dream pet: my two cats!

dream job: I honestly don't even know


favourite song: I never really have a favourite song but one that's never really gotten old for me and that I will still always sing along to is she's so mean by matchbox twenty

last song you heard on the radio: noo idea I can't even remember the last time I listened to the radio

least favourite song:  probably blurred lines lbr


Least favourite album: don't have one

preferences:


guys/girls/both:  guys.  mostly.  I think.  idk.  

hair colour: dark


eye colour: I like briiight blue eyes but tbh I usually only notice eye colour like five years after meeting someone so

humorous/serious: laugh with me at murder and the horrors of adult life

taller/shorter: tall!

biggest turn-off: probably making fun of the fact that I care about feminism?  like those people who are like 'oooh here she goes again' just yeah no get out of my face I fucking hate that so goddamn much

biggest turn-on: I love being able to have a way long conversation with someone without realising?  like you're just suddenly all 'oh shit we've been talking for four hours wtf' and you keep jumping from topic to topic and never get bored.  physically though, it's peoples' hands.  I have such a thing for hands it's weird and I have a very specific type of hand that I like and if I notice that somebody has those hands I'm like 'oh shit I'm gonna end up liking you fml'  

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