cecile the cupcake

Hey, so you remeber this post you made (“Oh my god, can you imagine if when Cecil revealed that he wrote Jaws fanfiction to Carlos, the scientist looked incredibly uncomfortable, and Cecil flushed, babbling on about how he only wrote them because he was inspired by another fanfic author, oh what’s their name now, was it…something like ThrillingExistence- and then when he sees Carlos hide under a cushion he understands and shouts, “IT WAS YOUUU!””). Yeah, I wrote a fanfic of it. I hope you like it! *flies away*

“I’m home!”, Cecil heard Carlos shout cheerfully from the door. “And I brought you a little surprise!”
Cecil continued to type the sentence he was writing.
“Where are you?”, he heard Carlos ask.
“I’m in the office!”, he replied.
Cecil heard some footsteps, a little knock on the door, and saw Carlos come in. He quickly closed the laptop and turned around to Carlos.
“What are you doing here?”, Carlos asked, curious.
“Just doing some work.”
“Uh huh. Well, look what I brought you…”, Carlos said happily, taking a box out of his backpack, and shaking it in front of Cecil. “Cupcakes!”, he said excitedly.
“Cupcakes?”, Cecil asked, his eyes widening in delight.
“Made with no wheat or wheat by-products?”
“Give me one.”, Cecil pleaded.
Carlos gave one to Cecil, and looked at the computer.
“So, what exactly were you doing?”, he asked.
“Oh, just writing tomorrow’s radio show”, Cecil said, while eating the cupcake.
“You usually never do that in advance.”
“Uh… It’s a big one tomorrow.” Cecil explained, nervously.
“Really? Oh, let me read!”, Carlos said happily. He loved Cecil’s radio shows, and he liked helping him write them.
“No, no, you don’t need to…”, Cecil said, but it was too late, as Carlos had already opened up the computer and started reading. After a while, Carlos turned around to Cecil.
“Hmmm… sweetie, this… this isn’t your radio show, is it?”, Carlos asked, carefully.
“No…”, Cecil answered, ashamed of himself.
“This… this is a Jaws slash fic, isn’t it?”, Carlos asked, afraid of the answer.
“Yes…”, Cecil blushed.
Carlos made a concerned face and looked at Cecil, who looked like he was panicking.
“Carlos, let me explain!”
“No, Cecil, really, it’s okay, I don’t mind at all…”, Carlos started, but Cecil interrupted.
“No, no, no. I want to explain. I… One day, I was bored, and I started searching about Jaws on Google, and then appeared something called fanfiction. So, I read the first one, and I liked it, and I decided to search more.” Cecil paused, and thought for a while, trying to remember the details. “Yes… And then, I found one, a really, really amazing fanfiction, really really well written, and I just loved it. Really, you should’ve read it Carlos. So, I started looking for more fanfictions of that author… What was his name?”, Cecil thought for a second. “It was something like… ThrillingExistence or something like that? Anyways… Uh… Carlos? Carlos, are you alright?” , Cecil looked at his boyfriend, who was blushing uncontrollably, his cheeks bright red. Carlos gave a little nod to Cecil, and the radio host continued. “As I was saying, I started writing because of that author. Really Carlos, you should read his fanfictions, they are amazing.”
Carlos blushed even more, and laid down slowly on the sofa, burying his face on the cushion.
“Carlos, are you alright? Why are you acting so strange today? Unless…” Cecil thought for a moment, and suddenly it all clicked.
“You!”, he said, rather loudly, pointing to Carlos. “You are the author! You are ThrillingExistence!”
Carlos gave a slow nod, and breathed in slowly, trying to calm himself down.
“Yes…”, Carlos said, getting mentally prepared to be ridiculed.
“Why haven’t you written more? I want more of your fics. They were beautiful.”, Cecil said, in the most innocent tone possible.
Carlos seemed surprised with his reaction. Usually, when people found out, they would make fun of him and his hobbie. He sat up on the couch, scratching his head, and after a moment said:
“Well, I’ve been thinking about something… But I’m not sure if it would work.”
“Tell me!”
“Okay, so, how about… Time traveling sharks?”
“Oh. My. God. Yes!”, Cecil said, eager to start writing fanfiction with his boyfriend.

Time travelling sharks- eee! Thank you- this was lovely :)

anonymous asked:

"Let's find an isolated corner where we can make out." ~Earl

Cecil put down the cupcake he was eating and grinned. “You must have been reading my mind!” He took Earl’s arm. “Lead on, you know this place better than I do…”