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In order to name a specific person as your executor, you need to have a will - otherwise the court will appoint someone, usually a family member, which is exactly what a lot of you don't want. With legal gay marriage, your spouse is the first priority choice for executor unless you choose someone else, and they'll keep their access to joint property, policies and bank accounts. When there isn't a will OR a marriage, shit gets really gray legally.
If you're a grown adult who pays your own bills, has your own bank accounts, has any retirement plans/has ever contributed to social security, and/or have life insurance, you should have a will. I know, I know, there's always time for that.
Spoiler: there is not, in fact, always time for that and it becomes a mess for your loved ones to deal with if you didn't.
You can say you know you partner's wishes, but you will be tied up a lot longer in probate if there's no will even if there are no challenges (probate=the legal process of disposing of an estate). Probate is MUCH shorter when there is a legally sound will - you can't do that shit like on TV where you write "I leave all my worldly possessions to my love, X. Havisham-Goode" on a piece of notebook paper and have a nurse and a janitor date and sign as witnesses - well, you CAN, but it's not like Murder She Wrote, your survivor will probably not find it very useful. Without a will, executor or not, if there's a challenge whoever can afford the most for lawyers will probably end up winning the battle for whatever property/belongings were at issue - like a shared house or bank accounts.
You can buy willmaking software that will do the job for most of us who don't have lots of property, but resign yourself to probably having to spend between $150-300, or more depending on how complicated your situation is/what kind of mutual property you own. If you have a house, significant retirement income in a 401K/IRA/other investments, and/or ESPECIALLY if you have kids, you should probably talk to a lawyer in person - guardianships in particular are nothing to fuck around with on an amateur level. DuckDuckGo "LGBT estate planning (your city/county/state)" to find someone knowledgeable near you, check the Better Business Bureau/Google for reviews, ask your friends who they used. It's not important you LIKE your lawyer, but you should feel like they know what they're doing and are professionally respected.
Look up your state's specific laws and constitution; it's unlikely that the Trump administration will be able to just retroactively ban gay marriages and say none of them ever existed. HOWEVER, what could happen is exactly what happened when Roe was overturned - states that have their own specifically gender neutral or specifically queer marriage friendly laws will continue to allow gay marriage that will need to be honored because of interstate commerce clauses but forbidden to continue in unfriendly states. What would be a whole disaster is if both Obergefell were overturned and the Respect for Marriage Act (2022) had constitutional challenge brought and was overturned - and even then, there would need to be a new federal law passed to forbid gay marriage. This process would not be able to happen on January 21st, 2025 - but be sure they'll be trying for it sometime over the next four years.
What you all need to do is not wait for there to be publicity about it. Hammer your Congressperson, blue or red, male or female, actual phone calls best, second letters, third faxes, fourth emails with YOU LEAVE GAY MARRIAGE THE FUCK HOW IT IS OR YOU'RE GETTING PRIMARIED (maybe a little nicer than that - but ONLY a little)
And fill out your durable power of attorneys, healthcare directives and write your wills in the meantime. They're good things to do even if the fashies don't come for gay marriage; they're a form of tangible help and support you can give your spouse even when you can't do it in person any more. Believe me when I tell you serious illness or death is going to be horrendous for your loved one WITHOUT having to book a seance to figure out what you really wanted, and it'll be invaluable if the worst does happen legally.
Before January 2025:
If you are a USAmerican in a relationship that might be affected by legislation that dissolves same-sex marriages, who may no longer be recognized as next-of-kin, especially if you have children, get your rights in writing!
Your marriage certificate may not be enough to prove you have rights to make medical decisions for non-biological children or for a same-sex spouse or partner.
Go to a lawyer, get it spelled out as clearly as possible that you have a voice in emergency medical and legal situations.
#good advice#stay safe out there#lgbtqia relationships#civil rights#estate planning#healthcare directive#the only way people will know what you wanted is to tell them
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coincidence â rafe cameron x pogue!reader!
part of the short n' sweet x obx collection, found here!
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€includes, pogue!reader. cheating. sad!rafe :(. i promise i love sofia.
â what a surprise - your phone died, and your car drove itself from l.a. to between her thighs! â
you and rafe were a bit tumultuous. he loved you in private, and he loved you so much that it sometimes ached, like the sweetest form of violence.Â
but in public, he could never manage to switch off the part of his brain that rejected every pogue he came across like he did when you two were alone. it was like he was more concerned about what his friends thought of him and his relationship than he did about your feelings.Â
he was pulling back. you could see the signs of it in the ways he started having excuses to keep you from coming over, how his hand would subtly slip from yours when you were out together.Â
and you couldnât just pick apart his brain and fix whatever the problem was, because he didnât talk to you enough anymore to let you in.Â
you didnât know if you were even still together, but he wouldnât just ghost you a year into your relationship. he couldnât.Â
youâd decided the night before that you were just going to show up and demand an answer from him. it would probably be a fight, you knew; but what could hurt more than being with someone that didnât want you any longer?Â
that next morning was cloudy gray and speckled with misty raindrops. it didnât feel like a very good omen about what was coming, but it didnât slow your footsteps up his porch.
your hand raises to knock on the door at the same moment that it pulls open, and out stumbles â a girl. short brown hair, pretty glossed lips, wearing nothing but a pink bikini top and denim shorts.Â
and behind the open door, strong hand wrapped around the edge of it, is rafe. smiling at her like he hadnât smiled at you in weeks.Â
the smile falls the moment his eyes lift to you, and the girl apologizes as she dodges running into you, and it all feels like a big fucking slap in the face.Â
heâd been the best part of your life for so long. this hope that you could be more than the cut. and all of this time, he was waiting for the moment that he could dump you back off on your side of outer banks.
âwhy didnât you call?â he asks, like thatâs the first thing anyone should say when theyâre caught cheating.Â
you canât tell if youâre more angry or hurt. both emotions feel like a hot, heavy weight sat right on your sternum. âyou donât answer anymore.âÂ
âbecause iâm busy.âÂ
thereâs no remorse in his eyes. actually, you canât even tell if there is, because heâs looking away from you like heâs already cut you from the picture of his life.Â
âwhat, screwing other girls?â you snap, your voice biting and raw.Â
his jaw flexes, tongue pressing into his cheek. âitâs complicated.âÂ
âi donât think it is, rafe.â you shake your head, your lips pressed into a tight line. âyou were cheating, and youâre mad youâre caught.âÂ
âoh, you think itâs that simple, huh?â he takes a step closer, his frame taking up the entirety of the doorway. âyâthink overnight i just started thinking about wanting to fuck someone else?âÂ
you falter. no, heâs not going to get away with flipping this on its head and blaming you. making you apologize.Â
âyou canât just blame me because you donât want to take responsibilityââÂ
his fist slams against the wooden doorframe, and you flinch, because this really was going to be as volatile as you thought. youâd hoped that you were wrong, but you were right, and he was angry that you werenât just some stupid little pogue he could manipulate.Â
âi am taking responsibility. yeah, i fucked sofia,â he seethes through his clenched teeth, âyeah, iâve been sneakinâ around, what the fuck else do you want to hear?âÂ
your arms wrap around your chest, and you have to resist the urge to stumble backwards. sofia, sofia, sofia. it plays in your head on a loop, the girl he deemed worth ruining what you had for.Â
âwhy?â is all that you can manage to say.Â
his eyes finally drop down to look at you. theyâre so blue in the dawning sunrise that you wish, wish, things were different right now, so you could smooth the creases in the corners of his eyes. âmânot good for you.âÂ
âbullshit.â you spit it out before heâd even finished speaking. âif i thought that, i wouldnât have stuck around as long as i have. i wouldnât be sticking around now.âÂ
âyou shouldnât,â he says just as violently serious as the last, âiâmâ iâm trying to push you away, sweetheartââÂ
sweetheart.Â
it shouldnât affect you like it does, after how heâd just hurt you like this. but it does, of course it does, because you loved him like the sun loved the moon, and even when he was trying to break this, youâd always be in his orbit.Â
âyou canât,â your voice is small as it leaves your lips, but your words arenât, âiâm not goinâ anywhere. this is one good thing you canât ruin. not on my watch.âÂ
he stares at you with that intense blue gaze of his for a long minute. the seconds tick by like hours while you wait for him to say anything.Â
and he doesnât â not with his words, anyway. his arms move from the doorway and encircle your waist, tugging you into a tight embrace.Â
youâd known about how much he struggled with wanting acceptance, craving validation that he never got. youâd never expected him to be so used to rejection that he tried to cause it himself, just to be in that familiar place again.Â
âmâsorry, sweetheart,â he whispers into your hair, pressing his lips to the crown of your head and leaving them there. âdonât deserve you. i donât.âÂ
âyou will, and you do,â you push, your fingers curling tightly against his spine. âwhen you go wash her perfume off of you.âÂ
his laugh cracks, but itâs a laugh, so you feel better about this. about him. about where heâs at in his head. âof course.âÂ
âand delete her number.âÂ
his hands raise to your face, framing it between his large palms. âalready did it, baby. but youâre real cute when youâre jealous.â
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Ëđ short n' sweet!#divider by ianrkives#rafe cameron#rafe cameron one shot#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x you#outer banks#obx#outer banks one shot#obx one shot#obx season 4
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I can imagine Peter being extremely clingy to the people he loves. People always say heâs the opposite. That he believes its best that he stays away. Nah. Give me Peter âclinging to the sides of people he loveâ Parker
Tony walking into the Avengers meeting with Peter who is gripping onto his arm. The older man simply isnât bothered and just continues looking through his Starkpad: Hey everyone
Peter waves excitedly and he pulls Tony to sit beside Stephen. He sits beside Tony and scoots his chair closer, looking at whatever Tony is looking
Imagine this was the first time the Avengers are meeting Peter. As Spiderman. They know Peter is Tonyâs intern yet they donât know his identity. Theyâre all immediately staring at Tony weirdly, wondering why is Tony with Spider-Man. Tony seems to notice the stares and he looks at the kid with a look and the kid seems to nod at a sudden realisation. He pulls off his mask and a fluffy mop of brown hair pops out as big puppy eyes look back at them. They were surprised but they quickly relaxed when they realised that it was Peter.
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Another thing he does is he follows people around a lot. When he was young, he always clung to Uncle Ben or Aunt May. He never dared to approach anyone unless one of the two says he should or to someone interesting like when he first met Harry Osborn. Aunt May still notices that whenever Peter and her are out, heâs still always clinging to her. Heâs hooking her arm with his and she laughs when she realises heâs still the clingy baby all those years ago. (Peter is glaring at everyone who is staring at his aunt for a little too long. Another reason heâs clings to her but he is also clingy)
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Wade walks into the penthouse one day and the team immediately tenses up. Despite his relationship with Peter, he shouldnât have direct access to the area unless someone lets him in. The Avengers arenât exactly welcoming when itâs Wade. Wade holds up both his hands and sighs.
Wade: Calm down folks! I got the package
He announces and turn his back to them to see Peter clinging onto him the way he would stick to a skyscraperâs window. His back pressed against Wadeâs as he pulled his legs up to hide too. The Avengers are stunned to see Peter like that. (Heâs definitely going to make that one of his hide and seek spots in the future)
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Peter hugs all of the Avengers/his friends every time he sees them. If Peter sees someone not moving and not busy, heâll hug them. Sometimes for a fun and surprise factor, he leaps onto the person and basically tackles them with a hug
For Wade, he simply stares at the man when he spots him, walks up and kisses his cheek whether through masks or directly. Heâs surprisingly not so affectionate around Wade but Wade knows Peter loves him. Despite the voices saying otherwise. Peter pays extra attention to Wade. Always noticing details about Wadeâs actions or feelings, always observing his lover. Heâs not physically clingy but heâs clingy in a way that Wade finds him adorable like a puppy. Heâs always checking up on him and giving him a kiss on the cheek whenever Peter thinks he needs or wants one.
Thereâs the occasional kiss on the lips too when heâs alone with Wade. Heâll hug Wade when theyâre alone and Wade immediately hugs back, holding him tightly to his chest before inevitably walking around with a spider koala wrapped around him when Peter feels like clinging onto him longer
#he definitely would do this if he wasnât so afraid of his Parker luck#would be canon if marvel hates making him suffer#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#marvel universe#marvel headcanons#mcu#peter parker#spiderman#tony stark#iron man#irondad and spiderson#wade wilson#deadpool#spideypool#the avengers
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Rhysand & Cassian & Azriel X OC
Hello, here is the prologue of a fanfiction on the world of Acotar where our three favorite Batboys are the mates of a single woman.
I hope you like it! Don't hesitate to let me know if you prefer the OC to become y/n and/or gender neutral.
Also, I apologize for any mistakes you might find, I'm just a French girl doing her best with Google Translate and her average score of 5 in English classe.
Happy reading!
Summary : We are just after Feyre became Fae and was able to get out from under the mountain. She tries to forget what happened by trying to live happily with Tamlin. Their wedding is also in preparation. Tamlin's spies let him know that Hybern possessed the cauldron and wanted to destroy the wall and that Rhysand was looking for the Book of Breathings to nullify the Cauldron's power. When Feyre learned it, she asked Tamlin and Rhysand to form an alliance. Then, they all find themselves heading to the Archerons' manor to organize a meeting with the human queens.
But Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel would never have thought to meet their mate in Archerons' manor and to share her with their brothers.
Luxiana is Feyre's best friend. She taught her everything, including how to hunt and survive. Luxiana has a complicated past. She seems fragile at first glance but is in fact extremely badass. She live in the Archerons' home.
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Prologue
Luxiana would have done anything for Feyre. She reminded her of what she was like as a child. How fragile she'd been and how much she'd needed help. Someone had helped Luxiana and saved her, but no one had been there for Feyre. So Luxiana had taken on that role. Feyre was only nine and Luxiana was thirteen, but they had become best friends.Â
Feyre thought of Luxiana as her big sister, as the one Nesta doesnât want to be, as the one Elain should be. Luxiana had taught Feyre everything. She had taught her to hunt, to cook, to fish, to make money, to save, to hold on. She'd taught her absolutely everything, without ever asking for anything in return. Sometimes, causing herself troubles, she even gave Feyre all her money so that she and her family could live a little longer. If Feyre had achieved everything she had done, it was thanks to her best friend.Â
She knew that Luxiana would do anything for her. In fact, she had crossed the wall to rescue her after Tamlin had kidnapped her. When Luxiana had arrived at the high lord's house, she had expected to find her best friend tortured and bloodied, but Feyre had never looked so alive. She assured Luxiana that she had to pay her debt for killing a fae and that she needed to stay with Tamlin. She had even sworn that she wasn't unhappy. So Luxiana believed her and left her there. She regretted it at the moment Feyre returned home, saddened by the fact that Tamlin had sent her away.Â
Feyre loved this high lord, or so she thought. When Feyre had left to find him, she had made Luxiana promise not to come looking for her and to live happily ever after.Â
Feyre had thanked her for all the things she had taught her and all she had done for her. For the coins Luxiana gave her to please herself and her sisters. For the hours she'd wasted trying to teach a ten-year-old girl to hunt and butcher beasts. For the bow and arrows she'd given her, including the one she'd used to kill the wolf fae. Without Luxiana, Feyre would never have met Tamlin.
Luxiana had cried a lot. She had accompanied Feyre to the wall that day but hadn't stopped sobbing all the way. Not only because she knew she'd probably never see Feyre again, but also out of guilt. Because without Luxiana, Feyre would never have met Tamlin. Without what she'd learned from her, she wouldn't want to leave her family for a fae and a world full of danger. Luxiana had cried because she knew she would no longer be able to protect the one she considered as her little sister.Â
âI'll take care of your family for you,â Luxiana had promised as she gave Feyre one last hug, knowing fullyl well that this was the only thing her best friend was worried about.
Feyre had laughed, relieved. She couldn't ask this of anyone, not like her mother had, and especially not of a girl who had already sacrificed so much for her, but she knew that Luxiana would take care of her sisters for her, no matter what she said.
Feyre had thanked Luxiana and then she had crossed the wall towards a high lord and a life she knew nothing about.Â
Luxiana had stayed, waiting in the bitter winter cold. Fighting vehemently against the irrational urge to grab Feyre by the scruff of the neck and lock her away somewhere safe. She was even ready to go and live with her, to make sure she was happy.Â
But in the end, she had turned back, reassuring herself as best she could with the idea that Tamlin, the high lord, would take care of her just as he seemed to have done during those few weeks and just as he had done with Feyreâs family. She hated this fae because he had stolen her best friend, but she liked him for the caring man he seemed to be with her.Â
Luxiana also hated Elain and Nesta. She hated them for all the things they should have done for Feyre and their family but chose not to. Luxiana understood that everyone reacted differently to their own unfortunate experiences, but she couldn't help feeling irritated by the two older sisters. But when Feyre left, she began to spend more time with them. She began to understand them. She needed to know them and to be close to them to protect them if needed.Â
The Archeron sisters had even offered Luxiana the chance to move into the family home, given the constant presence of their sister's best friend nearby. So, against all odds, Nesta, Elain and Luxiana ended up becoming friends, living in the same house.Â
But no friendship could replace the void Feyre's absence had created in Luxiana's heart. Not even Josher, her best friend. And the increasingly difficult missions Kaden entrusted her with didn't keep her busy long enough to keep her sadness at bay, only replacing it with exhaustion.Â
After all the horrible things that happened to Luxiana, she finally had found a family in Josher, Kaden and Feyre. She could see herself finishing the rest of her life with them by her side. So when Feyre left, it was as if a part of her heart had been ripped out. The hardest thing was not knowing what had become of her best friend. If she was happy and healthy.Â
But Feyre hadn't been. Feyre had been trapped under the mountain for three months and had even died there. She had suffered and almost regretted not bringing her best friend with her and forbidding her to come. She was convinced that Luxiana would have got her out of there with a few genius ideas, and the only thing that kept Feyre from fully regretting that decision was the knowledge that Luxiana was safe and happy away from everything she was going through.Â
Fortunately, Feyre had received help from certain people, including Rhysand, the high lord of the night court. She hated him, but Rhysand had saved her life against Amarantha. Feyre knew he'd only done it because it was in his interest to kill Amarantha, but he'd nursed her back to health and helped her through her trials. Feyre lived in constant fear that Rhysant would come to claim his due.Â
âA favor.â He had asked her in exchange for his help. âOne day I'll come and ask you to do something and you'll have to do it without question.â Feyre was dying, so she'd agreed.Â
Rhysand, for his part, had only asked for this because he didn't want anything from Feyre. He simply wanted her to think he was helping her in exchange for something, not because he knew Feyre could put an end to Amarantha's curse and, consequently, to his nightmare. He certainly didn't want to show his weaknesses or entrust his hopes to the wrong people, least of all to the girlfriend of his sworn enemy: Tamlin.Â
That said, and Rhysand didn't know why, Feyre looked familiar to him. As if he'd seen her in a dream. He felt an irritating need to protect the human as if she were someone who meant a lot to someone he cared about. As if Feyre were some kind of sister or best friend.Â
But Feyre was Luxiana's best friend. She missed her sisters, but she missed Luxiana the most. So when Tamlin learned that Hybern was planning to destroy the wall to attack the humans, and when Feyre found out, she wanted to defend her family and her best friend more than anything.Â
Feyre had asked Tamlin and Rysand to put their grudges aside to save the humans. To become allies in battle. Having the same common enemy, they agreed. Rhysand needed Feyre and a place to contact the human queens, and Tamlin wanted to please Feyre. Â
So Tamlin, Feyre, Lucien, Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel went to the Archerons with moderate animosity.
#cassian x reader#cassian#cass x reader#azriel x y/n#azriel x reader#azriel#acowar#acomaf#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#rhysand#rhys acotar#high lord rhysand#feyre archeron#rhysand x you#rhysand x reader#rhysand x oc#rhysand x y/n#azriel x oc#cassian x oc#rhys x reader#cassian x y/n#batboys x y/n#batboys x reader#batboys
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In my silence I adored you
*Avenger's Tower Fanfic*
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Hey girl, what-cha doing down there? Dancing alone while I live right above you; I can hear your music playing; I can feel your body swaying
It didn't take a super soldier to hear the music that came out of your apartment. However, the one above you did understand the lyrics, not like most of the others that lived in the tower. He didn't mind it, sometimes, it became a soothing thing when the nightmares woke him up. The vibrations of the music and lyrics gave him was a micro-confirmation that he was no longer in the Soviet Union. No longer trapped under any ice.
"Okay, but how come you can't go one day without it?" Sam asked about your music during breakfast. You shrugged, "I have my space. It mostly stays in my space. Just like Redwing." Bucky snickered. Sam slightly aggressively turned towards his best friend-enemy man. "You live above her! What are your thoughts?" Bucky was slightly started by the question. "I-I don't mind it." You stuck your tongue out at Sam, putting your dishes in sink, and walked away. "You said you only like forties music." Sam accused as soon as you were out of ear shot. Bucky avoided eye contact before he cleared his throat, "I have to train with Steve."
One floor below me, you don't even know me, I love you
When that and a combination of other things didn't work, keep falling back into night terrors, Bucky would sit in front of his glass windows, curtains pulled back. At first, his eyes would wander the city lights. Eventually, his eyes would shift down below and see your shadow swaying and dancing to the music that was nearly never ending. It was a constant, consistency made reality easier to believe in. You were starting to become that in Bucky's word, even though you never would've known. He never mentioned it.
If you look out your window tonight, pulling the string with the note that's attached to my heart; Read how many times I saw you, how in my silence I adored you.
Sure, Bucky and you met occasionally during missions and Avengers' (aka Tony Stark's) parties. However, neither of you ever got beyond glances, brief introductions, and the incredibly rare argument-- sorry polite conversation-- that Steve, Sam, or Nat would drag the pair of you into. Both of you would roll your eyes at the dragger and their "opponent." Plus, the pair of you would almost always be against whatever Sam was arguing. Bucky appreciated the team effort from you. You were also a bit of a history buff which sometimes led to his ears pricking up to some type of familiarity that he could confidently nod along with or it would help him connect the dots with events that didn't include the Winter Soldier.
It took one of these little rantings of knowledge you had, Steve and Sam saw the captivated look that Bucky distantly gave you. They both also knew it wasn't just the words coming out of your mouth that Bucky was interested in, either. The pair of men shared an look. They knew their mission.
"Alright boys, it's been fun." You said getting up, heading towards your apartment. "Don't have too much fun without me." You waved as you hit the stairs.
The duo of men encircled Bucky. "You have a problem." Same stated as if it was obvious and something much worse than actuality. "Sam-" Steve tried to soften the blow. "No, he is in love with that girl and he hasn't said more than five words to her." Sam insisted. Bucky gave them both a confused stare. "Y/n, Buck, we can tell." Steve cleared up. Bucky's face went to complete denial. "No, I don't."
"Those eyes you gave her earlier tell a different story, Buck." Steve softly argued. Bucky groaned and put his hands in his face. "So what if I do? She's living a happy life...why.....why should I enter it more just to ruin it?" Sam and Steve gave each other soft looks. However, both of them were not going to give up that easily. "You're different now. You've said it yourself, you're not the Winter Soldier anymore." Sam stated. "Even if that's true...who said that she's going to....want me back." Doubt filled Bucky's entire body and mind. The pair of men were not going to change his mind in one night.
Only in my dreams did that wall between us come apart
Another night, Bucky added to looking down at your shadow. He wanted to go down and dance with you. Over seventy years ago, Bucky wouldn't waste another second to do. He would've swept you off your feet, literally. He would hold you close during the slower songs, inhaling your scent. Softly kissing your forehead, cheeks, lips... Bucky heavily sighed out loud, walking away from the window.
Oh my darlin', knock three times on the ceiling if you want me; twice on the pipe if the answer is no.
Sam and Steve showed up at your door. You gave them both a confused. "Come in...stop lurking at my door." You responded, letting them in. "So, how long have you liked Bucky?" Sam got straight to the point. You scoffed and slouched in one of your chairs. "Who said-" "Y/n, you never mentioned your knowledge about your so-called fascination with the 1930s before your first mission with him." Steve confronted you. You shrugged, "A girl can learn new things." Sam rolled his eyes. "They're both impossible, Steve." You sat up a little. "What do you mean by both of us?" For the third time that night, Sam and Steve shared a smirk and an idea.
Oh my sweetness *knock, knock, knock* means you'll meet me in the hallway; twice on the pipe *clang, clang* means you ain't gonna show*
You hummed the song you left playing in your room as you approached Bucky's door. You took a deep breath before knocked with the beat that Bucky could perfectly hear from your apartment below. He hesitantly answered. Then saw you, a small smile etched across his face. "It means that I want you, and that I want to meet you in the hallway-- granted next time it'll be on the ceiling but-" Your breath of words was stopped short by Bucky pulling you into his apartment.
~~ Sam looked at Steve, stifling a laugh, "There isn't really a pipe for her to say no to."
#Spotify#bucky imagine#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes au#bucky barnes x reader#james bucky buchanan barnes#bucky x reader#bucky barnes#bucky x you#bucky fanfic#catws#the winter soldier#winter soldier#captian america#captain america first avenger#sam wilson#steven grant#steve rogers#steven rogers#winterfalcon#captain america#tfatws#tfatws bucky#the avengers#avengers tower#avengers assemble#avengers infinity war#avengers endgame
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best friend atsumu! naturally feels protective of you, but when his feelings deepen, this protectiveness turns more intense. Heâll walk on the side closest to the street, stand closer than necessary when someone unfamiliar is around, and always check in after youâve had a bad day. If anyone tries to hurt you emotionally or physically, his expression shifts to something darker, a silent warning that he wonât tolerate anyone mistreating you.
best friend atsumu! will always be in contact with your body. his touches linger a little longer than they should. A hand on your shoulder stays just a few seconds more, his fingers brush against yours âaccidentallyâ when he hands you something, and his hugs feel warmer and more intimate. Heâll make excuses like âJust making sure youâre realâ to cover up how much he actually wants to stay close.
best friend atsumu! teases you constantly, knowing exactly how to get under your skin in the most endearing way. But heâs also incredibly quick to switch gears and say something sweet to make you smile. His teasing is often his way of masking how much he actually cares, and he finds himself laughing along with you, addicted to the sound of your happiness.
best friend atsumu! always seems to know exactly what you need, sometimes even before you do. If youâre stressed, heâll show up with your favorite food, saying, âI was just in the area.â If youâre upset, heâll sit with you quietly until youâre ready to talk, never pushing you to open up but always ready to listen when you do. His way of caring is subtle, always making sure youâre comfortable and happy, even if heâs sacrificing his own time or energy.
best friend atsumu! finds himself staring at you without realizing it, studying your face when youâre lost in thought or laughing with friends. His gaze is soft, filled with something more profound than simple friendship, and he sometimes gets lost in how much he feels for you. When you catch him looking, heâll just smile and shrug, playing it off casually, but inside, his heart is racing.
best friend atsumu! has memorized all the little things that make you, you. He knows your favorite way to drink your coffee, the songs you hum when youâre happy, and the way you scrunch your nose when youâre thinking. He even remembers your birthmark on your right shoulder, and sometimes heâll surprise you by mentioning them. âOh, I figured youâd like this; itâs just your style,â heâll say with a grin, secretly pleased that he knows you so well.
best friend atsumu! gets a little possessive whenever he sees you getting close to someone else. If you mention someone whoâs been paying attention to you, heâll go quiet or change the subject, his jaw tensing just a bit. He tries to play it off as indifference, but anyone who knows him can see the flash of jealousy in his eyes. If anyone actually flirts with you in front of him, his responses become just a little sharper, as if heâs subtly marking his territory.
best friend atsumu! is the first person you think to call when things go wrong, and he makes sure it stays that way. If youâre ever upset, heâll drop everything to be there, giving you a space to vent, cry, or just sit in silence without judgment. He loves knowing that you feel safe with him and would do anything to keep that trust, secretly hoping you see him as someone irreplaceable.
best friend atsumu! compliments you in ways that sound like heâs joking or teasing. âYou know, if I werenât me, Iâd probably have a huge crush on you,â heâll say with a smirk, but thereâs always a trace of sincerity in his voice. Heâll drop little hints like that, wondering if youâll ever pick up on them, and his eyes always linger on your reaction, searching for signs that you might feel the same way.
best friend atsumu! would never abandon you, no matter what. Heâll stand by you in every high and low, never hesitating to defend you or support you. Whether you need someone to help you study, move apartments, or just listen to you ramble, heâs there without question. Itâs his way of showing how much he values you, hoping one day you might realize that his loyalty isnât just because youâre his best friend but because youâre the person he wants to be with.
#anime#fanfic#haikyuu#haikyuu x you#atsumu x reader#haikyuu atsumu#haikyu x reader#miya atsumu#atsumu x you
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Im on my knees as i typing this, I NEED REQUEST THIS TO SOMEONE https://www.tiktok.com/@alecio.sun/photo/7432648182913355014?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7417049009333863944 fic where one day reader mischievously dailing random numbers on phone planning to be prankcall and it connected to blu sniper, they started off small talk and it turned become daily activites calling eachother talking random stuff, how their days been and turned into friends and more idk? I NEED HIM -đââŹ
a/n: PLEASE I'VE SEEN THIS I WAS IN SHAMBLES MY POOR BABY- So yes I will write this because oh my god ;-;
I Just Called to Say, I love you. (BLU! Sniper x Reader)
based on this song (I used to play it all the time in my music class on piano-)
It all started with a random number.
You were bored, and decided to start randomly calling numbers, dialing them just for fun.
You got a lot of no answers, a few people wanting to hold a conversation, pranking a few, a few angry people, but never more than that.
That was until one day, you called him.
At first you were just going prank him and tell him some shitty ass joke, until you heard him actually speak.
âHey..can ya..maybe stay on the line wit me?â
You were confused at first, but you shrugged, whatâs the harm in talking to the fellow? You could tell he had an accent, it was kinda cute. He sounded shy almost, surprised that someone else actually answered him.
âYou know, I didnât expect someone to ever call me.â âHuh? What do you mean?â You asked him, and he went silent for a bit before finally answering.
âSometimes..I stand at the phone, waiting for hours, for someone to call..and you were the first to ever do so.â
You could feel your heart twist. You didnât know why, but you felt drawn to this guy, feeling awful. Everyone should have someone to call home to.
And you wanted to be that person for him.
âHey..Whatâs your name?â âMe?â âYea you. Youâre the only person on the other side of the line.â You joked, and that pulled a short chuckle from him.
âMundy.â âMundy? WellâŠIâll be here whenever you need to call, Iâm Y/n.â
He goes silent on the other side for a bit.
âSame time tomorrow?â âOf course.â
â
This started a steady routine between the two of you, like clockwork you would call, and it didnât take him that long to pick up.
You learned he was a mercenary, a Sniper to be exact. You would sometimes hear his teammates in the background, asking him who he was talking to, trying to be nosey and interrupt to which heâd yell at them for.
You explained what you did for work to him, and you sighed. âItâs not as fun compared to your job, I bet you get to travel all the time.â
He chuckles at you, âMaybe, I do have my own camper, I drive alot. Tend to be sent on longer assignments. Thats why iâm late sometimes..â
âOh no itâs okay! I can understand, sniping must be an interesting job though!â âHmm. I guess so.â
He would ask you about your day all the time, excited to hear from you, even if you did something so mundane like laundry.
In reality, he just loved to hear your voice.
It felt so nice to actually have someone on the other end to listen to. He could listen to you read the most boring book in the world and heâd still be there, eagerly waiting for your call.
Thatâs when he realized, you were no longer just a friend that he would call everyday.
He was falling in love with you. And he didnât know how in the world to say it. Hell he was just a stranger that you so happened to call one day! The two of you had just figured out how each other looked after sending letters when he couldnât call one day.
You were beautiful, and he still felt like he didnât deserve you at all.
âMundy? You still there?â
Fuck. He didnât realize he had zoned out, âY-yea..I-âm still âere sheila..Just thinking.â âThinking about what?â You asked and he didnât process his words before they just came spilling out of his mouth.
âHow lucky I am..to get to hear your voice everyday.â
The phone went silent for a while and Sniper got worried as he tried to fumble to find the words to try and reign back the conversation when he heard you begin to giggle.
âWell..Iâm glad to know..you feel the same way I feel about you..â
Sniper could feel the blush trail up on his face and he just knew his ears were bright pink, he hid his face as he leaned closer to the phone as if that would put him closer to you.
âWa-wait? Really?..â he managed to get out. His heart felt like it was doing several backflips at once. He gripped his chest as he waited with bated breath for you next words.
âMhm..I love talking to youâŠJust like..I love you.â
Sniper feels a grin slowly creeps on his face, he starts chuckling as he blushes. You said it. You said it..You loved him. Just as he did you.
âI hope you know, That i have to see you now.â âWell, You have the letter i sent right?â âYea.â âIll be waiting then.â
The call dropped and Sniper felt his lanky body move faster that it ever had before, he quickly went out to his camper and grabbed the letter, he then pulled out his map, seeing that you truly did not live that far, a 2 hour drive was nothing, heâd driven farther for missions. He could use the next cease fire day to go and see-
âYO SNIPES! PHONE!â
Sniper was confused, as he quickly ran back to the phone, snatching it from Scout who only rolled his eyes at him.
â..âello?â âJust calling back to say, I love you~â
I LOVED WRITING THIS SO MUCH MY HEART-
#đâ⏠anonnie <3#nova's anonnies â#tf2 fanfiction#tf2 fandom#tf2 x reader#tf2 fanfic#team fortress 2#team fortress 2 x reader#tf2#team fortress 2 imagines#sniper x reader#tf2 sniper#tf2 sniper x reader#sniper tf2#sniper tf2 x reader#nova's writingsđ»
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Thess vs Last Straws
You know that feeling when one of your friends is a self-absorbed little shit and you know theyâre a self-absorbed little shit but their self-absorption and little shit-ness just hit one button too many and you just want to slap them? Itâs the weirdest damn feeling because it can be the smallest thing to set it off after years of arguably bigger issues.
This is concerning an old RP friend, who I still follow on Facebook. Now, he was an issue generator for quite awhile when I used to see him in person. I honestly have zero recollection of how we met, but he joined my Mage group when I ran in meatspace, and a few other games as well. He was problematic in all of them, frankly, with a bit of Main Character Syndrome and that thing that goes, âI have to be a hero in this game because I need validation of the type I donât get in real lifeâ. Also ... okay, yâall know I have zero issue with anyone on the spectrum, but I do have issues when someone doesnât try. Fucking hell, I try - every day I try, and itâs not easy, so I am totally understanding when people slip up. But I tripped over a post of his that basically went, âHey, I think Iâm going to write up a guide to how to communicate with me and hand it to everyone I knowâ, and he was not joking. Not sure he ever actually did it, but his answer to, âI have communication issuesâ was not âI should work harder at ensuring that we all understand each other as best we canâ, but âI will tell everyone how to talk to me so that I donât melt down, and thus put the entire responsibility for the success of our communication into their hands because I canât be bothered to moderate my own behaviourâ.
I largely stopped engaging him after that, at least in part because I was a little disturbed at his overriding need for a girlfriend. I swear, it was all he talked about for quite some time. Of course, see above re: his communication skills, so that probably wasnât happening. But he said something today that I just wanted to slap him over. He was whining about âI canât buy the Toby Daye series or the InCryptid books because theyâre not out on Kindle! Why are they not out on Kindle? WOE!â At which point I looked at my two shelves of paperback involving both those series and went, âHang on; what now?!?â Then I engaged.
I should not have engaged. I mean, my first thing was flagging up that honestly, I donât know if the author asked for there to be a gap between those books getting published and those books hitting Kindle, but I wouldnât blame her if she had. McGuire is hugely outspoken about how book piracy can destroy an authorâs career, particularly when dealing with a series. Book 1 sells well, but if Book 2 (or 3, or 4, or whatever) gets pirated more than it gets purchased, the publisher will decide that the series isnât worth it and bin the whole thing. Now, I imagine you can pirate a book that hasnât made it to ereader yet, but itâs a lot harder and a lot messier, and it still might not end up legible. So I started with the first bit of that - I mean, theyâre her biggest and longest-running series and I wouldnât blame her for not wanting the Kindle versions to float around for a good long while.
He said, âBut if I canât buy it, wouldnât that make me more liable to pirate it? Which I donât want to do because I do want to support her, but...â Like he had no choice - like it was either Kindle or nothing.
I looked at my two shelves of paperback again at that point and decided I wanted to throttle him, not slap him. So I flagged up the second part of that statement above - how a pirated copy of a book that hasnât come out for ereader is likely to be messy and barely legible and there are other ways to buy a book than getting the Kindle version - like the local library, or ... you know, buying the paperback. I asked him to at least please not be disingenuous; to acknowledge that it wasnât that he couldnât buy it but that he couldnât have it in his desired format.
Apparently he doesnât have a local library, but he did at least subside a bit with, âBut I see your point. I guess Iâll just waitâ. Given the earlier replies, I canât help but read that with a tinge of sulk.
Maybe itâs just the one straw that broke the camelâs back. But after awhile, you get tired of someone insisting they should have things entirely their own way without having to compromise or consider the situations or feelings of others, and then sulking when they have it proven that the world doesnât work that way. I distanced him when he whined to me that he had to be the hero in my game because it gave him the kind of validation he lacked in his real life; I distanced him further when he whined about not being able to get a girlfriend. Iâm about ready to just block him entirely over this one. Not because this is that bad - although it is that bad, since Iâve read time and time again how pirating books can destroy a series and an authorâs career - but because itâs one more bit of proof that he has to have everything entirely his own way and will sulk if he doesnât get it. My life is too short and too stressful to deal with people like this.
I mean, I donât have anything against people who prefer Kindle to dead tree. But someone whining that they canât buy it at all when what they mean is, âI canât have my preferenceâ? Miss me with that. If I want to support my favourite author and read the continuation of the story Iâve invested so much time and feels in over the years, and I canât have it on Kindle? Just put down the paperback and back away slowly. Gods, heâs even whingeing about Be The Serpent and thatâs not even out in paperback yet.
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i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.
i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.
anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.
#[isabeau voice] am i insane or does sometimes loop talk like they might have killed their whole family. is that just me? just checking.#nille design highly inspired by @kiwibrain's since its the one that imprinted in my mind. liberties taken since i didnt look @ reference#anyway i have a lot more thoughts on this? i guess ill hide them in the tags...? scroll down i suppose.#isat#in stars and time#isat spoilers#in stars and time spoilers#isat act 6 spoilers#isat loop#isat siffrin#isat bonnie#isat nille#isat fanart#in stars and time fanart#doodlebyte#----------------------------------------------------------------------#anyway the extra thoughts. are literally just my general thoughts on postcanon. (and thus are the context for all of my postcanon doodles!)#which is i think nille joins the party before loop reappears for a start (either from a period of nonexistence or just wandering around)#and that like. i think the party should be able to integrate loop as a completely new person. because they are! the secrecy isn't great but#They and Siffrin shuffle into different ecological niches in the party (eg. i think sif is more squeamish after it all but loop isnt)#and while it's not *exactly* what Loop wanted they get that beggars can't be choosers. and its pretty good#(i am glossing over how i think loop's reappearence drags both them and siffrin into a massive behavioural backslide and is likely a bit#distressing to watch go down. cycle of argument -> lovebombing -> normalcy -> repeat. etc etc. but since they are no longer literally#stewing in the worst pressure cooker of all time they do resolve it via productive conversation on their own time. its fine)#the party well-meaningly tries to deduce things from loop's vagueries and are able to pin down the DEAD FAMILY vibe pretty quickly.#but eventually the question of their prior identity falls by the wayside because well! they're just their friend loop! (also change belief)#as for how The Truth Come Out... this is what i mean by The Isabeau Torment Nexus(tm). which is that i think... isiloop should almost occur#BEFORE isabeau knows who loop is. he's just genuinely charmed by them eventually and tries to close the open end of the polycule#which FREAKS LOOP THE FUCK OUT because thats just too genuinely sick and wrong. and obviously w emotions high its not a great confrontation#ANYWAY told u i had more thoughts. if i were normal itd be a text post but.
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sometimes its really obvious how much people dont actually believe presentation=/=gender when they see their nonbinary friend go from extremely masculine to relaxing back into femininity once theyre comfortable with their gender and every time they call it detransitioning with zero indication thats what their friend is calling it. i dont know how to tell you this but sometimes you present a certain way for social reasons and not because thats how you actually feel. sometimes you experience dysphoria about your body that is actually related to how people view you and not how you feel about your body. i really dont think its that uncommon for trans people to swing really hard in one direction for the affirmation and then relax back into a different presentation once they are more comfortable in their gender
#txt#gekkering#idk how to word this but genuinely if you see your friend growing more comfortable in their body and presentation and assume theyre detransi#tioning without them telling you that you should be ashamed and i hope your friend finds someone who is more accepting of experiences they d#dont personally relate to#butch trans women exist femme trans men exist and very masculine AND very feminine nonbinary people exist#i hated my body most of all when i focused on how other people view me. and before anyone accuses me of anything not that you need to but i#do have other dysphoria but its not NEARLY as severe as when i was younger and was obsessed with how other people gendered me#and if that does still bother you thats okay im not saying people who arent bothered by being misgendered are unreasonable or should get ove#r it or anything#but THATS why sometimes your dysphoria from when you first came out can drastically contradict the way you present later in life#such as transmasc people no longer wanting to bind or transfem people no longer wanting to tuck
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johtoâs champion and chronicler for the deity of the ilex shrine, itâs lyra!đż
this one took me a while due to trying out different techniques (studying a Lot of art nouveau) and making a couple changes to her outfit (the details help), but Iâd like to think sheâs learned a lot in her journey and wanted to reflect her experience more in her champion fit
her specialty would be in fairy types and her meganiumâs divergent evolution is grass/fairy đ§đȘ·
and a bonus w/ the johto gang after the photoshoot!
#kagarts#trainer lyra#meganium#pokemon hgss#get ready for a bigass tag wall again HYAH#her team picks are meganium (grass/fairy + shiny!) azumarill togekiss alola ninetales gardevoir and clefable (mega evolves for fairy/steel)#terrains and high sp atk + statuses galore + her dino can cause a stronger confusion (like toxic w badly poisoned but its w/ Bad headaches)#i'll probably make changes as i go design wise for meganium but colors were inspo from sampaguita flowers#the flower's associated with true friendship and utilized in medicines or given as good gestures in various traditions and celebrations#and also bc she's đ”đ babey!!!!!!!! i'm slapping all my favs w the pinoy beam and not even the dinos are safe >:]#since her dino is shiny a lot of the colors are just a few color diffs where the little orbs are + warmer tones. gotta make a ref sometime#not sure if I should tag the others bc the focus is on her. but the quartet always pulls thru for each other#i like thinking silver gets comfortable enough to be the friend that's âs'cuse you my Friend asked for No picklesâ#silver in line picking up her food like âyeah yeah i know her and btw thatâs CHAMPION lyra to you. YES she ordered a strawberry shakeâ#both of their meganiums are Best friends and silver likely uses his dino when you rematch him (and his would beee grass/dragon)#calling this piece Done though oh my god this semester has been nuts. don't wanna take any longer on a single piece or i'm eating tree bark#tumblr's gonna kill the quality on it but idgaf im Done. i need to tidy up my sheezy now
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What do the iterators do in their freetime? do they have any hobbies, like drawing or singing? -star anon!!
part (1/2) - suns & moon
yes! they have multiple hobbies they enjoy to pass the time :]
#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK#father suns <3#suns literally loves their cat so much#they wishes cars were real#ofc suns loves making matching ANYTHING with their cat child#and of course suns knits/sews stuff for their friends#nsh got suns' first ugly ass quilt#he treasures how much effort suns put into the idea od why they chose every color#(it was the nerdiest reasons ever)#aka: i chose this umber brown bc it theoretically should compliment this lapis blue#<- an absolutely horrendous color combination#ok moving on to moon#moon loves LOVES going back to her submerged superstructure bc a lot of sea creatures reside there from shoreline being dried up#sometimes if shes in the area she will visit the drainage system but not find TOO much there to record#she also loves collecting mushrooms and trading info about flora with siggy#since she no longer has access to her medical facility shes trying to find ways to treat creatures that are sick#aka hunter but shhh#SHES SO SWEET WAAH#rain world#looks to the moon#seven red suns#rw dried au#dried asks
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@illmetkismet so i know you already got some long haired outsiders however you could always have more, and he has a ponytail
#my art#dishonored#the outsider#i think he should keep the fringe but like. a little longer#i also tried to draw him with his hair down but that was Not working so you get just one image#he needs his jaw exposed for it to properly read like the outsider to me... like how sometimes my friends tell me that they can't possibly#imagine me with long hair. i'm having that with this guy#also i think his hair would irritate the back of his neck and he'd get annoyed. just because that happened to me constantly when my hair#was long and i could not stand it#i need to put him through mundane everyday life experiences
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Summer camps and similar very intense for 2 weeks and then suddenly finished activities are so tragic because you'll form one of the deepest connections of your life and then you never see those people again
#like sometimes you get lucky and manage to keep in touch with a few of those people#sometimes you get VERY lucky especially when its something you do every year and you manage to keep most of the group#but generally its just you spend a week or two 100% of the time with the same people#you feel like its impossible you just met them a week ago#you promise you will keep in touch!! we have to keep meeting#and you do a couple times you manage to get 4-5 people together#but it will never be the same theres so many people missing#then slowly this stops#the groupchat hasnt been active for a while so i ended up not doing anything for my birthday.#well now its exam season so we will do something after that! sure!! ........silence#seeing groupchats where the last thing we talked about was this theoretical meeting is heartbreaking#and slowly the groupchat goes lower and lower on the list and you dont want to be weird and say smth#and slowly when you no longer see it because its so far down you stop thinking about it so often#and then those friends who meant the world to you for a couple weeks are just a distant memory#you dont think about them that much sometimes someone will go on one and you'll be like oh i used to love those!!#and you'll think about your friends who you don't even know if youll recognise if you met them in the street#and think we should really meet again and dont even pretend like you're going to text them#because no one has said anything in that groupchat for years and you dont even know if some of them have forgotten you#sorry im just getting emotional lol#anyways candela see u tomorrooow this wont happen to at least uusđđđđđđ#mine
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I was able to work on ch 6 of More Than Friends! I have words to share! Somehow I have yet to touch on anything from my loose chapter outline, but oh well.
BAZ
I roll over onto my stomach, pulling at one of the discarded pillows and burying my face. I donât know what I feel. A lot, I guess. Once again, there are too many emotions to sort. Some are good, for once, but the dreamâs tainted them.
Even if itâs now a struggle to recall the nightmareâI still know I had one. I know it was about Simon.Â
With a pressed-out exhale, I push myself up and out of bed.Â
This really isn't much, is it? But pulling sentences from the nightmare will probably be confusing out of context. Hopefully I'll have something more sexy next time đ„°.
Tagging @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @moodandmist, @cutestkilla, @bookish-bogwitch, @facewithoutheart, @creepyspice, @shrekgogurt, @whogaveyoupermission, @captain-aralias, @hushed-chorus, @palimpsessed, @artsyunderstudy, @shemakesmeforget, @letraspal, @martsonmars, @ic3-que3n, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, and @blackberrysummerblog.
#my fic#more than friends#this chapter might be on the longer side#which is still not that long really#but I'm going to give it my best shot to finish sometime in June#After July my schedule should (hopefully) ease up and I can write more
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why is my social battery SO drained after hanging out with a friend for a couple hours yesterday đ please recharge fast
#personal#i have my school friends coming over tonight#and my bestie and her bf will even sleep over#so please brain RECHARGE#tbf yesterday was by far longer than I wanted and that friend can be a bit draining sometimes#but I was at home sick for almost two weeks I should be glad I can meet people againnnn
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