National Cupcake Day
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brainofckA little ficlet inspired by zats_clear. First cut, no beta. Just a little birthday treat.
Title: National Cupcake Day
Author:muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: MS/RDA
Rating: PG
Summary: It's National Cupcake Day.
Content/warnings: RPS
Words: 265
Disclaimer: Slash is fiction. So while we may all be demented, slash is basically the author's ownporno script, populated by the individuals she feels would be ideal to fill the various roles if she ruled the universe if she were ever fortunate enough have the opportunity to bring her vision to the screen. *snortle*
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.muck_a_luck and brainofck
The Matrix: Birthday. The Matrix is located here.
Rick stood at the door with a stack of bakery boxes.
"Happy National Cupcake Day!" Rick yelled, plowing up the trailer steps. Michael backpedaled to keep from crushing the boxes.
"Are those all cupcakes?" Michael demanded, flabbergasted. "There must be fifty!"
Rick unstacked them onto the small table, the four containers covering the entire surface and hanging over the edges.
"An even hundred! Twenty-five per box!"
"You're kidding me? Who the fuck is going to eat them all?! You do realize I still have to work for a living. I can eat just about one of those things a week." Michael glared at the boxes, then at Rick.
"You and me, my friend, just you and me." Rick plucked out one with white icing. There were no cupcake papers. They were each individual little cakes, fully frosted (or not), decorated, some simply, some beautifully. The white icing of the one in Rick's hand was soft, smooshing over his fingers. He took a huge bite, leaving icing on his nose and chin. He moaned.
"Red Velvet with cream cheese frosting. My favorite."
Rick smirked around the crumbs, watching Michael's pupils dilate. Michael's hand shot out, catching Rick's wrist in an iron grip. He reached over and turned the lock on the trailer door with his other hand.
"Mine, too," he growled, "Which you know perfectly well." Then he was lipping and licking the frosting off Rick's chin and lips.
"Happy Birthday," Rick tried to say, but he was pretty sure it was lost on the birthday boy. And there were still 99 cupcakes left to go.
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zats_clear. First cut, no beta. Just a little birthday treat.Title: National Cupcake Day
Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: MS/RDA
Rating: PG
Summary: It's National Cupcake Day.
Content/warnings: RPS
Words: 265
Disclaimer: Slash is fiction. So while we may all be demented, slash is basically the author's own
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.
muck_a_luck and brainofckThe Matrix: Birthday. The Matrix is located here.
Rick stood at the door with a stack of bakery boxes.
"Happy National Cupcake Day!" Rick yelled, plowing up the trailer steps. Michael backpedaled to keep from crushing the boxes.
"Are those all cupcakes?" Michael demanded, flabbergasted. "There must be fifty!"
Rick unstacked them onto the small table, the four containers covering the entire surface and hanging over the edges.
"An even hundred! Twenty-five per box!"
"You're kidding me? Who the fuck is going to eat them all?! You do realize I still have to work for a living. I can eat just about one of those things a week." Michael glared at the boxes, then at Rick.
"You and me, my friend, just you and me." Rick plucked out one with white icing. There were no cupcake papers. They were each individual little cakes, fully frosted (or not), decorated, some simply, some beautifully. The white icing of the one in Rick's hand was soft, smooshing over his fingers. He took a huge bite, leaving icing on his nose and chin. He moaned.
"Red Velvet with cream cheese frosting. My favorite."
Rick smirked around the crumbs, watching Michael's pupils dilate. Michael's hand shot out, catching Rick's wrist in an iron grip. He reached over and turned the lock on the trailer door with his other hand.
"Mine, too," he growled, "Which you know perfectly well." Then he was lipping and licking the frosting off Rick's chin and lips.
"Happy Birthday," Rick tried to say, but he was pretty sure it was lost on the birthday boy. And there were still 99 cupcakes left to go.
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
Let them eat CAKE!
Date: 2010-12-15 08:11 pm (UTC)you are so the best!
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Date: 2010-12-15 08:43 pm (UTC)*puts cupcakes on shopping list*
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Date: 2010-12-16 02:08 am (UTC)(And Happy Day-Before-Birthday to you, too!)
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Date: 2010-12-16 08:29 am (UTC)Deeds xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Date: 2010-12-16 09:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-14 04:03 pm (UTC)Loved it!