Thursday - crack!day

[charlies_dragon]

Hey y'all, it's my last day here as your guest hostess - thanks fr making it such a pleasurable time ;)

Today's theme is crackNot the drug, crack-cocaine, but things in fic where the only way to explain how something so silly got written to someone out of fandom, is that you must've been in something to think of it. (Anyone got a better explantion

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[badfalcon]

It's the morning after the night before and Steve's parents are due home in a couple of hours. The house is still a total mess after last nights party and ok, so his parents knew he was throwing a party for his 18th, gave permission for it. Hell, they even went away for the weekend to give him space. But they had told him that the place had better be damn spotless when they get home.

Right now, it's not spotless. It's the polar opposite of spotless; cans, bottles, glasses, cups, plates, empty pizza boxes, spilled drinks, stepped on food, silly string, confetti all litter every surface.

Everyone's gone home. Except for Christian. Who, naturally, is stretched out half on top of Steve and fast asleep, tail twitching as he dreams.

Steve jerks awake with a start, bolting upright. He dislodges Christian, knocking him off the couch and sending him to the floor where he lands and wakes up with a yelp. "What the..." He pushes himself to all fours and stretches out. "Stevie?"

Steve giggles. "Thought cats landed on all fours?"

Christian growls playfully and pounces on Steve. "I'm not a cat," he points out, nuzzling at Steve's jaw before kissing him.

"You're my cat," Steve tells him, running his fingers through Christian's hair to make him purr. He brushes his lips over Christian's. "My mom's gonna kill us," he says softly, looking at the mess surrounding them.

Christian tipped his head to the side, whiskers twitching as he looked around. He chirped softly and sat up, pulling Steve to his feet. "We got a couple hours still?" He asks and Steve nods. "So lets get started." He grabs a roll of bin bags from the kitchen and throws it at Steve. "You get the stuff that needs cleanin and i'll get the trash." He starts picking up pizza crusts and boxes, cans and bottles, throwing them into a bag as Steve treks back and forth to the kitchen with glasses and plates. Slowly, order is regained.

That is until when Christian picks up a can of silly string and accidentally presses the trigger. And sprays the string at Steve. They both still, and then laugh. And Steve picks up another can of the stuff, shakes it and sprays Christian back.

All hell breaks loose then; the two boys chasing each other around the room, spraying silly string at each other. They collapse in a pile in the middle of the room, covered in the stuff, laughing and kissing which is how they are moments later when Steve's parents come home.

[elebridith]

*giggles and loves*
*hides them both from Steve's parents*

[honeyjojames]

Awwwwwwwwwwww! Best birthday party ever! ♥

[entropynchaos]

Aw, they're so cute! *snuggles 'em both*

[havenward]

Awwwww

[shannonrita]

*giggles* Wonder what Mom has to say about this!