I am trying to finally write the tiny Falsettos fic that I drafted in...November?! And have been intending to actually write every day since /o\
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"What did you make?” Marvin says by way of greeting as he moves into the kitchen, coming up behind Whizzer and pulling him roughly back against him. He presses a hot, dry kiss to Whizzer’s neck but Whizzer wriggles away, reaching for the pan on the stove and busying himself stirring.
“Linguine with salmon and lemon,” Whizzer says. It’s a recipe he’s made alongside Trina several times, but it doesn’t look quite the same tonight. The salmon’s too limp, the sauce too thin. And he didn’t remember that they didn’t have any dill until it was too late to make it to the store and back in time, so it won’t taste quite the same either.
“Doesn’t smell right,” Marvin says.
“It smells perfect,” Whizzer lies, and hopes Jason won’t notice it isn’t like his mom’s version.
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"What did you make?” Marvin says by way of greeting as he moves into the kitchen, coming up behind Whizzer and pulling him roughly back against him. He presses a hot, dry kiss to Whizzer’s neck but Whizzer wriggles away, reaching for the pan on the stove and busying himself stirring.
“Linguine with salmon and lemon,” Whizzer says. It’s a recipe he’s made alongside Trina several times, but it doesn’t look quite the same tonight. The salmon’s too limp, the sauce too thin. And he didn’t remember that they didn’t have any dill until it was too late to make it to the store and back in time, so it won’t taste quite the same either.
“Doesn’t smell right,” Marvin says.
“It smells perfect,” Whizzer lies, and hopes Jason won’t notice it isn’t like his mom’s version.