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this is trouble, yeah, this is trouble
Aug. 25th, 2020 11:01 amhad a prompt for an indirect kiss on curiouscat which has been sitting around since last november and i just had an idea for it based on thoughts from this morning. firebrands 'verse, reuben/kari, kari/marlowe, probably future reuben/marlowe, and reuben being a disaster twink. too long for curiouscat so y'all get it instead.
when reuben stumbled down the stairs that morning, following coffee by only their nose, it was to find that no one had done the dishes again.
"shit fuck motherfucker," they muttered, nearly tripping over one of jo's shoes (again) and catching themself on the counter. "goddamnit jo, kari can't be the only competent adult in this relationship." or, you know, whatever. reuben kicked at the kitchen island and hissed as pain lanced up their ankle.
the cabinets yielded no mugs left and one very lonely bowl, which would have to do. not like this day was gonna be worth much anyway, if the pain lancing up reuben's leg was anything to go by; but the coffee would help it not be a wash. and besides, reuben knew kari had a little routine, and they would never admit it aloud, but they hated to interrupt it.
"let him sleep in," reuben muttered, trying to make their coffee machine work without making any noise. "give him a break, i say, and what do i get for it? a janked coffeemaker with no other alternative but to bang the pieces back into place."
"have you tried plugging it in?" asked a pleasant voice, and reuben whirled around.
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when reuben stumbled down the stairs that morning, following coffee by only their nose, it was to find that no one had done the dishes again.
"shit fuck motherfucker," they muttered, nearly tripping over one of jo's shoes (again) and catching themself on the counter. "goddamnit jo, kari can't be the only competent adult in this relationship." or, you know, whatever. reuben kicked at the kitchen island and hissed as pain lanced up their ankle.
the cabinets yielded no mugs left and one very lonely bowl, which would have to do. not like this day was gonna be worth much anyway, if the pain lancing up reuben's leg was anything to go by; but the coffee would help it not be a wash. and besides, reuben knew kari had a little routine, and they would never admit it aloud, but they hated to interrupt it.
"let him sleep in," reuben muttered, trying to make their coffee machine work without making any noise. "give him a break, i say, and what do i get for it? a janked coffeemaker with no other alternative but to bang the pieces back into place."
"have you tried plugging it in?" asked a pleasant voice, and reuben whirled around.
( keep reading )
