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Yay my lesbians got a single kudos. 🦀

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Oh post of origin

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Having an AO3 is so fun. I could make them do anything down there.

Cons: Writing. :)

Pros: I can hoard comments like chicken eggs. :D

Cons: The ever present threat of being percieved. :)

Pros: I could toss boys and girls into Situations. :D

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I know sometimes my memes are annoying and weird but you should see the ones I don't post lol.

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Tits out. Color of lust. Westernwear influence. Religious symbology. Tight jeans. Leather Jacket. Pretty curls. Earring. Cologne. It's all there.

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Knock knock!! Reverse trick or treat 🍫

I’m handing out Billy’s candy cigarettes this year :)

Happy spooky season! 🖤🎃👻

Oh joyous day for me! Look at him, he looks so happy!!!

In return uh-

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Chrissy kicks down the door, a grin on her face. "Heather look what we got!"

Heather blinks, looking up from her spiced tea. The door, bless it, flies through the air and disappears into the distance, never to be seen again. She barely gets a chance to speak when Chrissy slams down a box of what looks to be cigarettes on the table.

"... Is that. Is that Billy's face on the box?" Heather squints at the smiling face on the front of the box. It was kind of cute, in a way.

Chrissy nods, then opens the box and pulls out a white stick out from the container and showing it off to Heather. It was completely white from tip to tip, no tobacco to be seen.

"They're fake cigarettes. Someone shoved them in our mailbox this morning!"

"Huh." Heather takes the candy stick from Chrissy. She takes a sniff, but it doesn't smell like anything.

So, she takes a bite out of it.

Yep, chalky. That's a candy cigarette alright.

Chrissy had taken another stick from the box, puffing her chest out and sticking the stick between her lips. She marches back and forth with her shoulders puffed up and face set into a 'serious' face, although on Chrissy it looked ridiculous on her, Heather snickering.

"He does not walk like that-!"

Chrissy giggles as well, shrinking back down. "Aww, doesn't he? He gets all big and macho and looks like he's trying to remember if he locked the door."

Heather rolls her eyes. "Billy triple checks doors if he's got nothing urgent going on. Also you make it look like he needs to poop really bad."

Chrissy giggles again. "Oh no!"

"Oh no is right, now never make me imagine him making that face. I have to see him daily and I can not make promises I won't laugh."

Chrissy smiles, crunching down on the candy still in her mouth. "Okay! You can have the rest by the way."

"I figured. Taste any good?"

Chrissy only shrugs. "I ate like four of these already."

"Chrissy. You were outside maybe five minutes." Heather holds up a hand.

"If it makes you feel any better, I just liked hearing it snap. And I left the rest for you, out of the kindness of my heart." Chrissy holds up her hands over her heart, forming the shape with a smile.

Heather just rolls her eyes at her, eating the rest of the stick still pinched between her fingers.

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The bus driver in question:

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The end of shift

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"excuse me? she asked for no pickles. 🤨"

she:

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Chrissy's stealing more animals in my brain and honestly I'm just letting her do it. Go girl, get that past your girlfriend.

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Chrissy's stealing more animals in my brain and honestly I'm just letting her do it. Go girl, get that past your girlfriend.

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Steve Harrington collects strays. Everyone in town can tell. From the gaggle of barely pubescent kids following him around, to the stray cat he rescued from a tree in the parking lot of Family Video (her name is Pickle and people actually clapped when he lured her to safety.) Once Billy even saw a crow fly up and give him a gift in the middle of a conversation.

So at first, this is what he thinks Steve is doing and it’s pissing him off. Inviting Billy for sleepovers and acting all concerned when bruises bloom on Billy’s ribs and face.

“I’m not your charity case, Harrington.” He says on several occasions.

But Harrington is persistent. And so fucking pretty. And nice, nicer than Billy’d thought after that night in the fall.

Finally Billy gives up because it’s better to be a stray in Harrington’s collection than nothing at all to him.

Until one night when Steve drags him home after he (yes, a little stupidly, get off his back!) had been sleeping in his car for a few nights.

“God, I’m so… you know you can come here, Billy, so just come here,” Harrington flings off his jacket with that huff that makes Billy fall more in love with him every time. “Why do you have to fight me all the time?”

“I was fine, god, maybe sometimes I like sleeping in my car.”

“Bullshit, you do not. You told me you get all jumpy someone’s going to attack you and there’s no room in your backseat.” Harrington slams the front door, his tone dripping with condescension.

“That’s not what you said last night, Princess.” Billy jokes trying to diffuse some tension.

Harrington reacts so strongly, shoving himself up in Billy’s face. “Don’t.”

“Chill out, it’s just a joke.”

“No it’s not,” Harrington paces in a circle before putting his hands on his hips. “Why don’t you just… you piss me off so much sometimes.”

“So then leave me alone, Harrington.”

“I can’t!”

“Why?” Billy’s throat is suddenly desperately tight. Why did he say to leave him alone? What if Steve actually does? Fuck, he doesn’t want that.

Harrington runs a hand through his hair. “Because I went and fell in love with you, and now you can go punch me in the face or whatever you want but I’m not letting the man I love sleep in a car.”

Billy’s wires get all crossed, anger and desperation surging as he tries to comprehend what Steve even said. “Fuck you! You don’t get to say that to me and dangle hope in front of me just because you feel sorry for me.”

Harrington’s face gets pinched and mean. “It’s fucking true!”

Billy falters, stumbling on solid ground. “But I love you?!”

It comes out like half statement half question.

“We’ll, alright then,” Harrington throws his hands up. “We love each other. It’s settled!”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

“Perfect. I’ll get you something for bed.” Harrington huffs, spinning on his heel.

And just when Billy’s starting to second guess what just happened, Harrington spins back around. He buries a hand in Billy’s hair and kisses him hungrily. He kisses him like he’s going to bring down his crow army if Billy doesn’t kiss him back, so Billy does, weak kneed, sagging against the pretty decorative table in the Harrington foyer.

When they part, Harrington makes a strangled noise like he can’t bear to do it. Like he wants Billy, not for a collection. For real.

When they head up to bed together, Pickle makes herself scarce.

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Eddie's thrilled that due to Billy's demeanor, he is the himbo.

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This is pocketverse and this is an instruction of how to make pocket demogorgons at home

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Questions for fanfic Authors

I was tagged by @thatgirlwithasquid :D

How many works do you have on AO3?

On my ST account, just 20! In general? A lot more, but this isn't the place for them. This is for my ST account.

What's your total AO3 word count?

... What, like 182,706? A whole lot, hoo. (On my ST account)

What fandoms do you write for?

SoupLeg is just for my ST writing! But I do on occasion write other fandoms when the taste comes to me, though there either aren't too many or attached to the void where they can sit safe and sound.

Do you respond to comments?

Sometimes. I mostly hoard them in my inbox to stare at them, untouched. I read them! Just... hoard them like a dragon.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Gosh, I hope not. :( If I had, I have been left blissfully unaware.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

One time. It was never finished. It's with my lover. Different fandom.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

Good question. I don't know. I have favourite ships, but all time? Tough choice.

What are your writing strengths?

Real good at getting weirdly dramatic at random times. What are they called, metaphors?

At least I hope so.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Remembering what the hell I just wrote. My brain is here right now not 1k words before. I'm scrolling up and down this doc trying to remember.

First fandom you wrote for?

Hetalia. I know, scandalous. Never published, I was a literal child going ham on their tablet and look what's happened. I'm still making guys and gals hold hands with guys and gals.

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ive been so busy lately and i needed to do at least one billy doodle