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Day 10
Create a fanwork. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
I knew this would be coming at some point in the challenge, but I was hoping it would be on a day I wasn't busy. Alas, that wasn't to be.
However, I can still post my response and the loss of picfor1000 this year means I've a counting words space empty in my life, so -- give me a pairing or character and prompt and I'll write you a drabble. By which I mean the old meaning of a drabble which is something exactly 100 words long.
Any fandom as long as I actually know it.
Because I am busy responses won't be immediate, but I will get to them asap.
Create a fanwork. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
I knew this would be coming at some point in the challenge, but I was hoping it would be on a day I wasn't busy. Alas, that wasn't to be.
However, I can still post my response and the loss of picfor1000 this year means I've a counting words space empty in my life, so -- give me a pairing or character and prompt and I'll write you a drabble. By which I mean the old meaning of a drabble which is something exactly 100 words long.
Any fandom as long as I actually know it.
Because I am busy responses won't be immediate, but I will get to them asap.
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Carefully, Mikey sidesteps a puddle and says, “When you said we were going out I didn’t think you meant the shelter.”
“I said we were doing something exciting,” Frank says, grinning as he kneels at the side of a bathtub, uncaring that the knees of his pants are soaked through in moments as he croons at the brown dog in the water. “And helping the dogs get adopted is exciting, isn’t it, cutie?”
“She doesn’t look excited,” and no wonder, Mikey wouldn’t be excited either if he’d been plunged into a bathtub in public. “I wouldn’t want a bath outside.”
“You don’t want a bath inside,” Frank points out. “Now get your skinny ass down here and help.”
“I bathe,” and Mikey does, sometimes, on occasions even twice a month.
Frank pointedly sniffs. “Evidence suggests otherwise, even Bella smells better and she’s been rolling in trash.”
“If you say so,” Mikey says, and casually takes a sniff of his pits as he kneels. “Hey, Bella.”
“Hi Mikey,” Frank says, his voice squeaky as he waves Bella’s front-paw in response. “She likes you.”
Mikey stares at Bella, tiny and soaked through, coasted in bubbles, and feels his heart melt.
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Yes. Love this ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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I'm glad you like, thank you for such a lovely prompt.
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Although knowing you I guess you'd have written some beautiful Lush-ingrediences into the dog-bath to cover the stink, am I right?
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If I ever revisit their roomie days in fic I could have Frank oh-so subtley woo Mikey via Lush products. I mean, who needs to eat when you can buy bubble bath bars that both potentially mask smells and also make a point *g*
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Thank you!