#eva pov

[shayberri789]

Imagine you are a 13 year old over achieving shit head student and one day your favourite science teacher doesn't show up to class for a few days, and when next you see him he looks like he's aged 5 years and hasn't slept that entire time.

And then half way though class he looks sick and leaves and the next time you hear about him (a few years later), he's been sent to fucking SPACE to try and save the world

And you don't hear shit about him until you're in like. Your late 20s. You've long since forgotten about the whole thing except as a vague idea that exists in everyone's minds now as the world steadily gets worse. Everyone has resigned themselves to the fact that they probably won't live past 50.

And then one day, the beetles return and its all over the news that your dorky science teacher from Middle school has:

A) found something to eat the sun-eating algae ge that's been causing the apocalypse for about 17 years now

B) engineered it to survive on venus

C) discovered intelligent alien life

D) sent a TON of information including some of the language back

E) and could have made it home but decided to go BACK and sacrifice his life to save a WHOLE ALIEN PLANET WE DIDNT KNOW HAD LIFE ON UNTIL THIS WEEK

and you just have to go about your life with this knowledge. Your dorky middle school teacher is a world hero. He chose alien life over returning to earth and his own life. Aliens are real. What the fuck

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I’m going to give you ideas for creative projects beyond your skill level

[autumnalfallingleaves]

Based off this particular bit from Search (chapter 12) that always gives me a really funny mental image.

Don't have the book on me right now so I had to do my best to transcribe from the audio book lmao. I apologize for any incorrect paragraph breaks in my transcription.

reblogs are highly appreciated, and please do not repost my art

[fanficbrainrot25]

CAN WE PLEASE GET SOLID SNAKE SMUT PLEASE IM BEGGING LITERALLY ON MY KNEES🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Lonesome Cabin [MDNI]

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Out in the Alaskan snow, you and the legend — and old friend — Solid Snake have a sparring match. You practically begged David to train with you, wanting to show off your improvement since the last time you saw each other. However, the weather has other plans for you, and a snowstorm cuts off the session early. In the cabin, with powdery snow blowing past, you look for warmth in each other's arms.

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TAGS: Solid Snake/Reader, Fem!reader, PRE-MGS1, friends to lovers, smut, snowed in, SNOWSTORMS!!!, oh no whatever will we do, hmmm I guess we could snuggle... just for warmth ofc, a little rushed, not really proof read, i did this in a weekend, my first time writing smut lmao

WORD COUNT: 1,975

A/N: I just wanna say this is heavily inspired by a solid snake bot I saw on c.ai. The creator is @ caetuna ! Although I don't use c.ai anymore, if you do, please support them! Their bots were simply fantastic and made me enjoy the app a little more 

anyways, thanks for being my first request! enjoyyy ��

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You're not sure why Dave agreed to your crazy idea. Afterall he had every reason not to.

Snake and you hadn't been in contact for quite awhile. Granted, you both had your own life's to tend to but, you still should have atleast called. So when you did, and asked if it was okay if you stopped by his place on your journey across Alaska, you most definitely didn't expect him to say yes. 

It was an obligation really, to atleast say hi to him. And show off your new skills in the process.

"Are you sure about this?" Snake grumbles.

"Yes I am."

"You really think you've improved enough to beat me? You?"

"Snake c'mon..."

"I just find it ridiculous is all." With that thought, he gets into stance. "Well, if that's the case, then come on. Show me what you got."

Getting into stance, you face him in the snow. The clothes you two had on were probably not enough for the chill, but who cares about that anyway?  Snake's brown hair danced along with the gentle breeze that came through, obscuring his face for a moment. He seemed to have grown a bit of a stubble since the last time you saw him, though you don't blame him. Who would bother with shaving out here? He's retired anyway, and lives in a lonesome cabin, it's not like he has anyone to look nice for. Not that you know of.

It looked good on him.

"Let me know when you're ready." 

His deep voice brings you back to reality. "Ah, right." You shift in the snow a little more, trying to get into your flow state. 

Fists clenched, you spring towards him, sending a few jabs towards him which he blocks with ease. You try to sweep his leg, which catches him off guard, sending him flying down. He's quick to recover, springing back up and sending a kick in your direction. Somehow he grabs your arm and spins you around until you land against his chest. His breathing is heavy, you could see the mist of it infront of you, coming out unevenly. You just him in the ribs, catching him off guard. With him distracted, you put some distance between you two. Snake however, is quick to chase you down.

He sends punches one after the other. It's relentless, one after the other, and he just screeches to a stop. You take the opening, sending a punch — which ends up being really foolish — since he takes your arm and flips you over on your back. The impact explodes your back with pain, the frosty snow numbing the ache. 

"Ouch..." You groan.

Snake looms over you, the bastard having the audacity to smirk at you. The last golden rays of sunshine fade behind him. "Looks like you haven't learned a thing." He extends his hand out.

"I've learned plenty I'm just... a bit rusty is all." You grab his hand, pulling yourself up. 

"I'm sure you have. Maybe next time." He brushes himself off, "By the way, there's a snowstorm coming through soon. So I'd stay safe out there."

"Really? Hm," You purse your lips in thought. "I could stay here for the night then."

"Oh."

Oh? Why did he say it like that?

"Unless, you don't want me to-"

"No."

"What?"

"No I," He looks away, "I'm just surprised." He coughs. "Uh, you can come inside."

Trudging through, you follow closely behind Snake as he leads you to the cabin door. He pushes it open, the inviting smell of wood and ash flooding your nostrils. You close the door behind you, taking off your jacket and hanging it on the coat hook. The living room was beside you, an ancient woven carpet beneath an even older looking table.  A sofa sat sung behind it, velvet and parts of fabric missing. It sat across from the fireplace, which from what you could tell, looked like it was used earlier.

"Nice place you got here..."

Snake made a noise of approval, but from the tone of your voice he could tell you weren't really, approving of it, to say the least. "You can sit down if you want."

Taking the invite, you kick off your shoes and run towards the sofa, plopping yourself down. It was surprisingly comfy despite it's looks.

"I'll get the fire going. Do you want anything to drink?" He asks as he fiddles with getting the flames to spark.

"A few cups of beer would be nice."

He chuckles at that. "Not surprised." 

"I need to relax, Dave."

"Yeah, after getting your butt kicked from me."

You scoff. "Shut up."

Finally, he got the flames going, the crackles of fire soothing your ears, a stark contrast to the howling winds of outside. As he left to go get drinks, you reminisced on old memories. You missed this. The back and forth banter, the talks that lasted way too damn late into the night, the occasional play fighting, you missed it all. But most of all, you missed him.

A part of you would never admit it, but you've fallen so hopelessly in love for him. It started out platonic, but as you grew closer and closer, you felt your feelings towards him shift. It's horrible, truly, and seeing him again like this? It just made things worse. Thoughts swam and zipped through your mind, the noise becoming a bustling city. A corner store of wholesome thoughts there, a corner store of thoughts-you-would-never-share-aloud-even-for-a-billion-dollars- there. You pinch the bridge of your nose to steady your thinking. 

Footsteps approach, and you notice Snake coming back. It looks like he already changed into something more comfy, wearing a simple white shirt a navy sweatpants. Beers in hand, he sits down next to you, the weight of the coach sinking along with him.

He offers you one. "Here."

"Thanks." You groggily answer, taking it from him. For a moment your fingers brush, and a cackle pops.

The sound of opening cans fill the room, you and Dave chatting with one another. Just like you used to. You drink a few more cans, but not enough for you to be completely drunk. Dave however seemed unbothered, despite already drinking four cans of it.

"So," Alcohol bubbling in your system. "You've meet any pretty ladies as of late."

"How recent are we talking?"

"Mmm like in the past few weeks, months."

"I have."

"Yeah?" A tad bit of jealousy bites at you. "Who's the lucky woman?"

"Well, it's you."

"Oh, stop it."

"I'm being serious."

He looked you dead in the eye, and you couldn't help but laugh. You knew he was being serious, but you just couldn't believe it.

"Haha! Very funny, Snake." 

"What about you, you've met anyone?"

"Hm." You ponder for a bit. "A few, but nothing ever serious. Or, lasting." With the last word, you look away. You could feel him still staring at you. Okay, new topic. 

"Um, anywho, where are your dogs at?"

"They're hanging out in their room. I didn't want them to bother us."

Us.

Not you. Us.

"I guess that's fair," feeling cold you move a bit closer to him, brushing against his thigh. "Wasn't much of a dog person anyway."

"Excatly why I kept them away."

You're not sure what gives you the courage. Maybe it's the alcohol running your adrenaline, or something else entirely, but you decide to push this a little further.

"Is that the only reason?" A little closer now.

"No, I have plenty other reasons why." A glance at your lips.

"Which are?" You drawl out your words.

"It has to do with a certain someone who's in my home."

"Hmm, and what else?" You place your drink on the table.

"And... how they're driving me just about crazy right now." He leans in. "Making my mind go wild."

"Care to explain those thoughts of yours?"

"I'd rather show."

Just like that he's on you. Ravaging every part of your lips, so expertly you can't help but deepen the kiss. His right hand travel to cup your cheek, while the other hold your waist. Gently, you're pushed down against the couch. Fuzzy warmth envelopes you all over, igniting a spark deep inside you.

Eventually, you have to break the kiss to breath, panting breaths mingling with each other. Oh, the way he was looking at you. Like he's been waiting for this for so long.

"Listen-" He panted, "-If if you don't want to do anything more we can just-"

"No."

"Huh?"

"Snake, I wanna spend the night with you."

By his gaze, you knew your words shift something inside of him. The fact that your words held merit, that you could do that to him, made you clench your thighs.

"Then the pleasure is all mine." He's back to kissing you, his hands wandering over your chest, thighs, arms, whatever he could lay his hands on. It's instinct, of course, when you hook your leg around his waist. You needed to be closer, but it wasn't enough.

Thankfully, Snake seems to sense your thinking, lifting up your shirt so he has more skin to access. Making quick work, he unclasps your bra and pulls down your pants, now resting at your calfs. He trails kisses down from your neck to your stomsch, and back again, each one becoming more desperate than the last.

"You're downright gorgeous." He mumured. "Fucking beautiful."

You whine at his praise, Snake smiling at the sound. Taking his fingers, he toys with the band of your underwear, before slipping them under. Two fingers enter you at once and you could hear the lewd sound of how wet you were. 

"Can't believe all this is for me." He breathes, picking up his pace. "How long have you wanted me like this? Huh?"

"Snake-"

He perks up at the name, thinking it sounds better than the one he was born with. "Say that again." He pushes his thumb against your bud, earning a delicious moan from you. You could feel pressure building within you. Rapidly coming closer and closer. What else could you do, but chant his name over and over?

Ripples crash through you, and you let out a silent scream. Snake keeps going in and out, riding your high, before removing his fingers and wiping your juices off. You see him pushing his band down, springing out his hard cock in all it's glory. Slowly, he pushes your panties to the side, lining up his dick to your cilt. Very, very gently he pushes in, letting you get used to the side. 

"That okay?" He asks, sounding like he's barely holding it together. You nod.

That's the only warning you get before he plunges in. And you just feel him around your walls, the lewd slapping of skin on skin filling the room. His grunts were in perfect sync with his rhythm, and you both ascended to nirvana together. Pure bliss.

Snake starts to blabber on, giving you praise and telling you how beautiful you were and what have you, causing your orgasm to build quickly. By the way he was stammering, you could tell he was close too.

"Where- argh fuck - where do you want me to-"

"Inside," You beg. "Please."

That pushes him to the brink. Earth shatters and you can feel him spasm inside you, filling you up with his seed. You're close behind, white starts filling your vision as you cry out. You both take a few beats to relax, taking a break from the high. Snake was still inside, laying his head on your chest, his arms embraced around you. Lazily, you run your fingers through his hair, smiling at how soft they were.

"Looks like we're staying warm tonight." You whisper. Already half asleep he just grunts, "You could say that again."

[synthettes]

ive forever loved swordsmachine since i first got ultrakill a little less than a year ago they are just so Strange and Peculiar!!!!

[omg-hellgirl]

Mick’s mother was quite simply a domestic slave, devoted to looking after the males of the household. She was one of those garrulous women, and Mick was often very irritated by her and very dismissive of her. And his father was very formal and — to me — charmless and rather alarming.

— Chrissie Shrimpton, Mick Jagger's ex-girlfriend.

[troublebrew666]

please make more eva x ikuko fanfics

waaah thank you for thinking of them 😭❤️ i really want to!! there's been one in progress for months that i was hoping to finally finish for umitober, it's just that this year just hasn't been too kind to my free time for creativity ;_; but don't worry, you definitely will see them again one day

[gcholdtrops]

     𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐠𝐮𝐤  𝐏𝐎𝐕  :  𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦  you  should  𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛  𝚖𝚢  𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚜  more.

@fadinglights

[quintanamateo]

𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐢 — 𝑒𝓋𝒶 𝓁𝓊𝓃𝒶

Mateo adentrou seu quarto na mansão de verão dos Quintana com a expressão mal humorada, como sempre ficava após discutir com os pais. Era raro que aquilo ocorresse simplesmente porque ele sempre se esforçava muito para agradá-los... mas naquele almoço em específico, não conseguiu conter a curiosidade e a língua. Pouco tempo após o jantar na casa dos Borbón, ao navegar pela internet, Mateo se deparou com uma manchete que o intrigou.

Ele não fazia ideia de quem era Eva Luna, mas o fato dela ter morrido em circunstâncias muitíssimo semelhantes às de Linnet fez nascer um pequeno calafrio em sua espinha. Não que ele atribuísse o acontecido a qualquer fenômeno sobrenatural, mas... Eva Luna, depois Linnet, e Angelina ter enfrentado uma situação potencialmente fatal há algumas noites naquela mesma mansão... Mateo começava a acreditar que esses fatos não eram apenas tristes coincidências.

Naquele almoço, então, decidiu perguntar sobre Eva para seus pais... apenas para encontrar decepção. As respostas do casal foram evasivas, claramente evitando falar do assunto sob o pretexto de "não mexer com a memória dos mortos." E ele até poderia acreditar que a relação entre os Quintana e Eva Luna não passasse da casualidade, se não soubesse do nível de proximidade do casal com os Borbón. Era óbvio que eles sabiam mais do que queriam revelar, mas quando Mateo os pressionou, o pai perdeu a paciência, rapidamente direcionando a conversa aos afazeres que ele esperava do filho na empresa... e o rapaz, para não se alterar, pediu licença para se retirar e se recolheu ao seu quarto.

Uma vez sozinho, começou a repassar a conversa com os pais em sua mente, na esperança de extrair qualquer fragmento de informação das frases evasivas dele. Estava convicto de que as mortes de Eva e Linnet estavam conectadas de alguma forma... quantas pessoas morriam no mesmo local, pela exata mesma causa? De repente, lembrou-se das câmeras de segurança instaladas pela propriedade dos Borbón... será que eles também desconfiavam de que havia algo errado? Acreditavam que mais alguém morreria ali? A coisa toda fazia nascer pergunta atrás de pergunta na cabeça de Mateo, e ele se frustrava por não obter todas as respostas. Por ora, deixaria o assunto para lá, mas tinha certeza absoluta de que, mais cedo ou mais tarde, ele voltaria à tona novamente.

[minomadamu]

Ah shit pls don’t let the lovers this cycle be Rudolph and Kyrie I want to hear more of what she has to say

[queenboimler]

its crazy that i keep seeing all this promo about the great gatsby musical on broadway and nick is NOWHERE TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THE PROMOS

[st4rry-fruitz]

listening to it rn kom susser tod is such a qsmp song omg. like. especially right Now

[sadistpet]

@cybrvce:

"You're an idiot," Eva says, her words slurred a bit, but she's joking. She wouldn't say something like this normally, she knows how deadly, vicious, Raikov can be, and she isn't in the habit of putting her life at more risk than it already is. Not that she can't handle herself, but that isn't the point. He knows her as Tanya, or Tatyana, but he doesn't know her well enough to know that she isn't actually drunk. She can hold her liquor very well, but sometimes it's easier to pretend to be drunk, if only to get some people to lower their guards, even a bit. "Of course Volgin cares about you. More than he cares about anyone else."

upturned nose wrinkles in anticipation of the stench of alcohol. who let HER at the liquor ? it doesn’t come, and yet his expression doesn’t change from its disgusted sneer. instead, it deepens with her words, dark brows pulling together as she labels him an idiot. he’s used to the insult. just not from tatyana.

what he should do is wrench her arm behind her back and pin her to the ground for disrespecting him ; maybe drive his fist into that dainty face - so like his own - until his knuckles split and cracked and bled almost as much as she would and make her spit her teeth out onto the cold floor. and yet, he doesn’t. he watches, face still contorted into a snarl but made far less intimidating by the drying streaks of tears on his cheeks, and waits, and listens. truly listens.

tense muscles release, and raikov’s expression falters and falls. of course volgin cares about you. he swallows, hard, snaps his head to look away from her. hands afire with the barest trembles occupy themselves quickly with fixing his cap, haphazardly shoving silk hair beneath. it’s what he wants — no, needs to hear. he’d fallen into another of his cycles, a brutal toss and tumble of feeling worthless and boring and uninteresting and losing his novelty and oh, zhenya was going to leave him, abandon him, throw him to the wolves and let him be ripped apart, because he had someone new, someone more interesting, someone better, fucking TATYANA —

more than he cares about anyone else.

“ more than you, anyway. ” ivan bites with an indignant snort. he allows himself to face her again — she’s pissed, wouldn’t remember any of this. what was the harm ? — with a smug look beginning to curve his lips. “ he cares about me. he trusts me. he loves me. ME. not you. ” one leg swings over the other, his arms folded tight to his chest.

“ that’s why i know where the legacy is and you don’t. jealous, tanka ? ”

[leclercsixteen]

𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒂’𝒔 (𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒙’𝒔) 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 ! ᶜˡ¹⁶

let me be the one to hold you ⋆˙⟡

𝓬harles leclerc x 𝒔ingle dad!reader synopsis: evora is the daughter of famous formula one driver y/n l/n. she is tired of the secret glances shared between her dad and charles leclerc, so she recruits her dad’s teammate and does something about it. aka the 2 times evora and max try to get y/n and charles together, and the 1 time it (kind of) works.

genre: fluff, humor warnings: lowercase intended

author’s note: in evora’s (reader’s daughter) pov cause its funny. also, strap in, this is going to be long. max and evora world domination???

masterlist. navigation.

EVORA WAS A MASTERMIND. y/n claims that she gets it from her dad, but everyone knew that she took after her mother in that aspect. she got mostly everything else from her dad; his nose, his hair, his goofy personality, and his love for formula one. she was only 7 years old, but she knew that she loved those italian cars her dad and her dad’s best friend drove.

speaking of her dad and her dad’s best friend, she was currently at lunch with them. it was supposed to be a special day for her, as she just turned 7 years old and graduated kindergarten, but her eyes were narrowed at her dad and his friend as they made conversation with each other and not with her.

if she could throw a fork at them, she would, but she knew it would just end up with her getting scolded. she was a smart kid—or preteen, if you asked her. evora sighed and she looked around at the restaurant that surrounded her, her dad and his friend—might as well be her two dads at this point.

while—for now—evora knew charles leclerc as uncle charlie, y/n knew him as something more, and it was so obvious to everyone except charles that even evora, a seven year old, picked it up. y/n knew him as just charles, the man who helped him with evora and focusing on formula one, even if he didn’t want to know him as more.

it was a two way street as charles looked at evora’s dad like he hung the moon and stars. it was disgusting and somewhat annoying to evora. her mom hadn’t been in her life since she was born, so all she knew was her dad and charles. it’s been 7 years and they haven’t done anything on making the first move. evora was determind to make that happen.

EVORA’S GUIDE TO LOVE:

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬: ❪ valentines day ❫

THE FIRST STEP to evora’s guide to love needed reinforcements. it was the first of february and she sat in her room with her ipad in her hands as she planned out her plan, which consisted of weird and poor drawings in her notes app that were supposed to resemble her dad and charles. she tapped on the pink case of her ipad as she thought about who should she reach out to.

suddenly—after a notification popped up from her dad letting her know that he was on his way home with dinner—she had an aha moment and she quickly got to work. she put her ipad down and slid off of her bed and walked into the living room where max verstappen, her designated babysitter when charles wasn’t available, sat on the couch on his phone.

“uncle max,” she said as serious as she could. he looked up from his phone with furrowed brows. a smile took over his face as he noticed the very serious look on the young girls face. her hands were on her hips and her lips were pursed as she awaited for a response from max.

“yes, eva?” he asked as he put his phone off to the side. his arms were crossed, but his posture straightened slightly.

“i need your help with something,” evora said as she walked closer to the couch where he sat. “i’m trying to get my dad and charles together, but i can’t do it without any help,” she said as he climbed up onto the couch and sat next to max, her legs crossed as she faced him.

max wasn’t the least bit surprised, and was actually pretty excited. he knew that there had to be something going on between y/n and charles and he wanted to be there when the two realized it. “alright, what do you need from me, eva?” he asked as he turned his body and uncrossed his arms.

“valentines day,” she started, “i will be busy with my red bull valentines box for school so i need your help. you need to get my dad or uncle charlie to get the other chocolate or flowers.” she was only 7 yet she knew the stereotypical gifts for valentines day.

max should be surprised, yet, once again, he wasn’t. every driver on the grid knew how smart evora was and were convinced that she was going to harvard or mit for something, or at least become a formula one driver or engineer.

“sounds like a plan,” max nodded in determination. “how about this, i get charles to get your dad stuff and you get your dad to get charles stuff.”

“hmm,” evora hummed and she looked away in thought, her pointer finger coming up to tap on her chin. “i might be able to fit time into my schedule for that,” she nods as she looks back at max. her face was covered with determination. she needed these two to fall in love or else she would run away and live with max so she didn’t have to deal with their annoying behavior.

“lock it in, eva,” max held up his pinkie and she quickly wrapped her own pinkie around his, locking in the plan. pinkie’s aren’t only used for prinkie promises, they’re also used to finalize plans in the f1 grid; thanks to evora, of course.

y/n walked in the door soon after they locked in phase one of get y/n and charles together. his hands were filled with grocery bags, which was the main reason why max had to sit in the luxurious living room of y/n and evora’s house. “hey max, hey evora,” y/n huffed as he heaved all of the bags onto the island counter top in the kitchen. he came from a one trip family and he will continue his legacy.

“hi dad!” evora smiled as she slipped off the couch and made her way over to the kitchen. max followed suit and began to slide his shoes on that were sitting by the front door that y/n just flung open.

“you need me for anything else, y/n?” max asked even though both of his shoes were fully on and he was reaching into the cup by the front door that held car keys and sticks of chapstick that y/n has found over the past couple of months.

y/n looked over his shoulder as he handed evora a couple of things to slide onto the bottom shelf of the fridge. “nah, you’re all good, max. thanks for hanging with evora,” he smiled as he was plenty grateful for his fellow driver. y/n then looked over at evora who shut the fridge door after putting everything she had in there, “what do you say to uncle max?”

evora smiled and ran to max, running straight into his legs. he laughed and he crouched so they could have a comfortable hug.

“i’m counting on you,” she whispered in his ear. he figured it was supposed to be a threatening message, but it was hard for evora to be seen as threatening as she was the embodiment of everything good in the world.

so, max just laughed and nodded. “you can count of me, superstar,” he smiled and waved at evora as he stood and stepped out of the front door. he quickly closed it behind him as he started to make his way out to his car.

“evora, wanna help more?” y/n asked from the kitchen as he pulled everything out of the bags so it was easier to pick things up and bring them to their designated spot in the kitchen. he didn’t get a verbal answer, but the rapid footsteps running towards the kitchen was his answer that he took as a ‘yes’.

once evora was at his side, he handed her a box of cheez-it’s and scooby snacks. “bottom of the pantry, thank you, eva,” he smiled as she quickly grabbed the boxed and made her way over to the pantry, which was like a small closet that they turned into their own pantry. she put the boxes on the bottom shelf and quickly made her way back to her dad.

time to initiate phase one.

“dad?” evora asks as she climbs onto one of the bar stools that sat at their island, y/n held the other side so she wouldn’t fall backward from causing the stool to lean her way.

“yes?” he asked. y/n started to move around the kitchen as he put the groceries where they belonged. he left out some ingredients that he was going to use for dinner, but other than that, everything went to their specific spot.

“do you have a valentine this year?” evora asks innocently as she smiled to herself. to her, the plan was moving flawlessly already, even if there wasn’t much for her to go off on as she just asked one question.

y/n furrowed his brows as he was confused where that question was coming from, especially from his daughter who was never particularly interested in love or anything like that. he leaned against the island across from evora, “i don’t. why do you ask?” his head was tilted slightly, which made evora think of leo, charles’s dog.

“i think that you should ask uncle charlie to be your valentine,” she smiled as she leaned against the island as well. the plan was moving smoothly, she thought. evora had y/n wrapped around her finger and she knew that, so he would probably do anything for her.

y/n laughed in surprise. “what..what—why do you say that?” he stumbled over his words as he shifted his weight to his left leg from his right. he had a smile, but it was nervous. evora couldn’t tell that, but she knew there was something suspicious about it.

“you and uncle charlie both don’t have valentines yet, i think, so you should be each other’s valentine!” she bounced in her seat and smiled brightly like it was the best idea that she ever came up with—and to her, it was.

y/n laughed and shook off the idea, but a pink blush rose to his cheeks. he shook his head, “you have a good imagination, eva. but, i don’t think that’s going to happen.” he turned and evora’s smile dropped. her brows furrowed and she crossed her arms.

𝑴𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑴𝑨𝑿…

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑶: ❪ bahrain ❫

EVORA WAS DECKED out head to toe in Red Bull gear; from her blue socks to her hat that was embroidered with her last name. she sat happily on her dad’s shoulders as they walked through the busy paddock and towards the red bull garage. it was thursday, so she and max had a couple of days to pursue their plan.

when they arrived to the red bull garage. evora smiled when she spotted the ferrari garage to the left of red bull's. she waved excitedly when she noticed charles stepping out out of the red garage; the ferrari driver smiled and waved back.

he has no idea, she thought to herself when y/n slid her off of his shoulders so they could walk through the garage door without her getting a concussion from the low door height. she ran in before her dad and greeted all of the engineers that she recognized from last season and introduced herself to the ones that she didn't.

y/n shook his head and laughed as he followed closely behind his daughter. it was hard to not have a smile on his face whenever he was around evore; her happiness and excitement rubbed off on him.

later, while y/n was driving through his first free practice, y/n sat in the corner of the red bull garage next to max. his race suit was sitting at his waist as evora sat on his lap with a ziploc bag filled with scooby snacks. he held the bag while she continuously dug her hand in the bag and pulled out a bone that she quickly shoved into her mouth.

"i think we should do it after qualifying tomorrow," max muttered as he pulled out his phone and looked at the times for qualifying tomorrow. "or we can do it before the third practice," he said as he scrolled through the timesheet. "that's at 15:30," evora turned around and looked at max with narrowed eyes (she had yet to master the 24 hour time, despite everybody around her using the 24 hour time and not the 12 hour time) and he sighed, "sorry. it's at...i think that's 3:30 pm? so we could do it in the morning?"

evora turned back around and her eyes scanned the red bull garage. she nodded, "that sounds good. we could plan something in the morning with my dad, you, me, and charles and then force them into a room or just leave them alone."

max chuckled and shook his head. the mastermind that evora was always made him proud, no matter what she put her mind to or what she was planning.

"we could go out for brunch and then you could say you need the bathroom and for me to come help or something and then we just leave them at the table," max laughed as evora immediately nodded. he got to work and started to search for brunch places nearby. "sounds like a plan, then. we can talk to your dad and charles when they're done with their first practice session."

turns out, it was a good idea, as y/n and charles quickly agreed to it. so, the next morning at 10 am, the four of them found themselves at a local brunch place that was mostly empty. y/n and evora sat on the same side of the table while charles and max sat on the other; charles and y/n sitting right across from each other.

"what can i get for you?" the waitress smiled softly as she glanced around the group of 4.

y/n nudged evora's arm and nodded toward the kids menu she held. she smiled up at the waitress, "i'm going to do the sprinkled pancakes please." the waitress smiled and nodded, writing it down on her note pad before moving onto y/n.

the three drivers all order their food after evora did. when the waitress left, y/n and charles quickly busied themselves with a conversation about practices and what they think is going to happen at qualifying. evora rolled her eyes and glanced at max who was doing the same thing.

while y/n and charles yapped to their sides, evora and max laughed over the drawings that they were adding to the back of evora's paper menu with the colorful crayons she was given. she drew a mix of a red bull and ferrari car while max added a yellow trophy and sun in the corner of the paper with blue sunglasses.

their food was delivered soon and their plates were devoured almost as fast. evora had a small plate of 2 small pancakes while different proteins and sugary pastries decorated the plates of the 3 drivers.

once their food was finished and their plates were cleaned, evora and max made eye contact and they nodded as if they were visually planning a heist.

"uncle max?" evora asked, smiling as y/n glanced over at her. max hummed in question. evora believed they should be actors. "can you take me to the bathroom?" max hummed again, but this time in agreement. he stood and placed the napkin that was on his lap on his empy plate and evora did the same. "we'll be back," she smiled at her dad and charles as they made their way to the entrance of the restaurant, which was conveniently next to the bathrooms.

the two looked over their shoulders and when they realized y/n and charles weren't looking over at them, they quickly snuck out of the restaurant. while they drove over in the morning, max noticed a park, so they started to make their way over there to wait until y/n and charles realized they were gone.

after a couple of minutes had passed, y/n looked down at his watch. his brows furrowed.

"what's wrong?" charles asked, his brows furrowing as well as his eyes fell to y/n's watch. he guessed he hadn't realized how much time has passed since max and evora left.

"it's been more than a couple of minutes since max and evora left for the bathroom..." y/n trailed off as he glanced over towards the bathroom, but he had no view of max or evora anywhere. he hummed and pulled out his phone from his pocket. he opened up max's text messages.

y/n sighed and shook his head. he looked up and raised his hand toward their waitress, motioning for the bill.

"what did he say?" charles asked, tilting his head.

"evora saw a cat outside and he said she ran out and they go caught up with some fans that wanted some pictures," y/n rolled his eyes. he smiled when the waitress came up to them with the bill. he just handed her his card and smiled as she walked away with it. "those two have been weird lately. been interacting too much to be normal," y/n shook his head.

"i think you're reading into it," charles laughed. "just be happy that you are getting some quiet time," charles smiled and his hand reached forward, taking y/n's hand in his.

"you're annoying," y/n chuckled and took his hand away when the waitress came back with his receipt.

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬: ❪ summer break, monaco ❫

IT HAD BEEN a couple of months since evora and max’s last (and failed) attempt at getting y/n and charles together. it was grueling work and their lives became busy as the formula 1 season started to kick into gear. the silverstone grand prix weekend just ended with a beautiful win by lewis hamilton and podium finish by max. oh and lando was there too.

but, now all 20 formula 1 drivers took advantage of the break they had between silverstone and hungary. y/n, charles, max, and evora all celebrated theirs in monaco, much like most of the other drivers on the grid.

the first couple of days of their break, though, was spent apart from each other. y/n and evora relaxed in their home and did not talk one lick about formula 1.

that wednesday is when they got together again with the rest of their infamous quartet (max and charles). they all relaxed on the monaco native’s boat (honestly, yacht would be a better descriptor). max and evora lounged on the front of the boat while y/n and charles spoke further back on the boat. they whispered.

“i think they’ve been trying to get us together,” y/n whispered to charles with a laugh. he covered his mouth with his drink as he chuckled.

“really?” charles asked with a smile. y/n and charles had gotten together last year but didn’t know how to break it to evora or their fellow drivers. it was a hard conversation as they still had to come out about their sexualities as well.

y/n pulled out his phone from his trunks pocket. he opened up photos and turned his phone around and handed it to charles, “i found this text message chain between max and eva.” he chuckles as he watches charles laugh to himself as he read the messages.

“they’re funny,” charles hands y/n his phone back and shakes his head. he looks over to max and evora as they talk quietly to themselves as well, most likely planning their next scheme. “we should play along,” he looks back to y/n with a smile. “next time they do something, we should go along and then tell them we’re dating.”

y/n smiles and nods, “okay. if you’re ready.”

“i am,” charles smiled and nods as well. his hand reached forward and his pointer finger touched y/n’s briefly. a secret and vulnerable smile was shared between the two.

evora looked over her shoulder to make sure y/n and charles weren’t looking over at her and max before turning back to max. “okay, we need to plan something good this time,” she grumbles. usually, her plans worked out very well, so this was different for her.

max nodded, “i agree.” he looked out to the water and hummed. “i don’t think leaving them out in the sea would be a good idea…” he trailed off, but smiled when evora started to giggle at the idea. “okay, really. should we plan a romantic dinner for the two of them but we just…don’t show up?”

“what about a blind date!” evora grinned and max’s brows furrowed.

“how do you know what a blind date is?” he asked as he tilted his head.

“my dad watches a lot of trashy reality tv,” evora giggled. “you can tell them separately that you think they should find somebody and that you know someone and set them up on a blind date and they show up to each other!”

max smiled, “you are too smart ms. evora.” he poked her nose and he pulled his phone out after. he startsd to research romantic and expensive restaurants in monaco he could put in a reservation at.

“what do you think they’re planning?” charles whispered to y/n as they watched evora excitedly nod and max point at his phone screen, which was too dark for them to read in the sun.

y/n shrugged and chuckled. “who knows with those two?”

it was only a couple of nights later when y/n was getting dressed in a nice button down and slacks while max and evora hung out in his living room. he knew he was meeting up with charles, despite max saying it was a blind date, because he and charles immediately texted each other after max texted them separately.

he readjusted his collar before stepping out of his room and into the living room. max immediately wolf whistled when y/n walked into the room, causing a blush to rise up his neck.

“look at you!” max chuckled. “guess you dress up nice, huh?”

“shut up, verstappen,” y/n shook his head as he slid on his dress shoes. “you already sent me the address, right?” y/n looked over to max, to which he received a nod. evora was smiling right next to max. “alright, i’ll see you two later!”

“bye dad!”

“see you later, y/n!”

the two masterminds on the couch shouted before y/n shut the door. they grinned at each other before high fiving. if any of their plans worked, it was going to be this one.

y/n arrived to the restaurant before charles did. he asked for the reservation in max’s name and was quickly brought to a two person table. he didn’t have to wait long before the host was bringing charles over. he smiled and stood to greet charles, and even went as far as pulling charles’s chair out and pushing it back in for him.

“i can’t believe max planned this,” charles chuckled and looked around the restaurant. “perks of being a 3 time world champion, i guess.”

“for sure,” y/n nodded along. “at least we don’t have to pay for a thing.”

“most expensive wine, then, mr. y/l/n?”

“i like your style, mr. leclerc.”

the night passed by quickly with max and evora playing on y/n’s racing sim and y/n and charles eating the most expensive food on the menu. y/n slid out max’s card when it was time to pay for the bill, and he didn’t even dare glance at the price of the meal as charles looked at him over his glass of wine.

evora laid impatiently on the couch, “ugh when are they going to be done?”

max looked at his phone once he got a notification. he was expecting a text from y/n cursing him out or saying he was on his way back home, but no. it was a bank notification.

“oh those cheeky,” max laughed and cut himself off. he shook his head and rolled his eyes. he should’ve known those cheeky fucks would spend his entire bank account. “your dad is a gold digger, eva,” max shook his head.

“i’m not surprised,” evora mumbled from her spot on the couch. they were clueless to the exchange that was currently happening charles’s car as he drove y/n back home.

y/n looked over at charles from his spot in the passenger seat. “would you want to come in? and we can tell them now?” he asked, a soft smile on his face. charles smiled as well and his hand reached out and took y/n’s in his.

“i would love to.”

it’s safe to say that evora and max were surprised when the two broke the news to them. they sat next to each other on the couch while charles and y/n sat next to each other on the coffee table. max and evora’s jaws were dropped.

“you were dating the whole time?” max asked as he looked between charles, y/n, and their intertwined hands.

“yes, we were,” charles smiled and nodded as he looked over to y/n. y/n smiled back softly. “are you okay with this, evora?” charles asked as he looked to y/n daughter. she wore the same expression as max.

“are you kidding?” she exclaimed. “i made this whole elaborate plan to get you two together, but you were already together? oh my—“ she covered her face with her hands and groaned. but then, she laughed. evora uncovered her face, “of course i’m okay with it!” she jumped forward and hugged charles and y/n.

even if their efforts were unneeded, it is still safe to say that evora is a mastermind. with later asked questions from y/n, she came to the conclusion that something needed to happen after she watched the parent trap one night that max came over to babysit.

a/n: this was so much fun to write and i hope you guys enjoyed it! i put a lot of work into this haha. i actually started this before valentines day and just now finished it.

maybe i’ll bring evora back for a later fic if you guys love this 🤍

[emphasisonthehomo]

Fic Snippet!

Some Ryan POV of the comedy of errors where he doesn't realize that Tommy's gay. Related to Misperception.

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“How’d you meet your partner?” Ryan asks politely when he and Tommy are sitting around at Harbor.  

Ryan’s just finished re-making fake flight plans for the umpteenth time under Tommy’s watchful eye, and he’d like to talk about something not work related. Now that they’re on a break of sorts Tommy keeps distractedly smiling at his phone. It’s not difficult to guess why. Apparently their anniversary is coming up and they’ve been planning a big trip.

“We met on a call, actually,” Tommy says, looking a little bashful.

“Ooh, a dramatic rescue?” Ryan knows this probably isn’t what happened, but he’s imagining Tommy carrying a beautiful, faceless woman out of a burning building.

“It’s not what you’re thinking,” Tommy says with a laugh, as if he’s read Ryan’s mind, “So, actually Ev-"

The alarms go off, and Tommy stops midsentence, shoving his phone into one of the pockets on his flight suit as he stands. Ryan wonders for a second what Tommy’s girlfriend’s name is. Evalyn? Eva? But then he has no time to wonder, because they’re prepping to take off.

•

“The 118 is in the news again,” Sylvia says later on, pointing in the direction of the TV. She sounds simultaneously bored and amused.  

Ryan’s in the middle of watering his flowers in Animal Crossing and he glances up at the TV. The breaking news declares LAFD LEFT STRANDED DUE TO EQUIPMENT MALFUNCTION almost gleefully. Sylvia’s statement must have also caught Tommy’s attention, because he wanders closer and squints at the screen. 

“–sources say ladder fully extended during a routine rescue of a cat in a tree–” Tommy says, slowly reading the closed captioning.

Sure enough, at that point the footage swings upwards to show two figures in the basket, the ladder stretched up into a cloudless sky. The camera zooms in shakily, before focusing on a pair of unamused men holding an even more unamused orange cat.

“Oh my god, it’s Eddie and Evan” Tommy starts to laugh, and pulls his phone out and snaps a picture of the TV screen.

“I’m gonna text Lucy and tell her to get her ass over here,” Sylvia says, before turning to Ryan and saying sotto voce, “They both used to work out of that station.”

“I can’t believe it was an actual tree rescue,” Ryan complains, “I never got to rescue any cats from trees.”

All of his pet rescue experiences have been fire related which tends to be… fraught, to say the least. Carrying a terrified and wriggling goldendoodle out of a burning building and almost getting bit for his trouble, for example. The news footage keeps cutting between the scowling firefighters and, thankfully in this case, a very unhappy but very unharmed orange tabby. A cute trio, Ryan will admit. The cat visibly hisses at the white guy holding it. In response the man proceeds to, by all appearances, start lecturing the cat while the other firefighter bursts into laughter.

“It looks like that’s for the best,” Sylvia says, putting her phone down, “When the universe throws you a stereotype, it throws you trouble as well.”

Lucy chooses that moment to arrive and she starts cackling. Tommy’s just standing in front of the TV now, watching as another ladder truck pulls up along side the malfunctioning one. Ryan gets distracted by his video game again. Lucy and Sylvia start talking about their off-shift plans, half paying attention. When Ryan glances up, Tommy’s eyes are still fixed on the screen intently. His arms are crossed. It reminds Ryan of how he looks in the air sometimes. The second ladder basket raises up, and comes to a stop next to the two men. It isn’t until they’ve stepped into it and are slowly lowered back down, that Tommy’s shoulders relax.

“I’m going to give them so much shit for this,” Tommy says, taking his phone back out, and beginning to type away.   

[shoujo-wizard]

Bewitched by Yuletide p.2 🫖

[Hallmark movie AU steddie A/B/O ft kitchen witch Steve & former rockstar Eddie, O!Steve/A!Eddie]

[some O!Steve pov & backstory as well as A!Robin backstory too]

🎸p.1

when Steve was 13 he went through his very first heat. when Steve was 13 his alpha father left him in the care of his grandpa for an entire summer that turned into an entire school year that turned into his father signing away his parental rights to Steve to his own parent in Steve's freshman year at Hawkins High.

the adults never told him, but Steve deduced it was because he'd begun coming into his Talent. in the days after his first heat, before his father had driven him to Hawkins Indiana he would be completing his chores faster than he'd begun them. he'd know exactly who was about to ring the doorbell without ever looking out the window. Steve remembered the disgust on his father's face when Steve had correctly guessed what Richard Harrington had enjoyed eating most growing up without the topic ever being brought up. so Steve ended up raised by his remaining grandparent.

his omega grandpa Peter Harrington explained to him what was happening. he'd entered his 13th year, and that meant he began to be capable of things others weren't. apparently his grandpa's family, the Frumps, were a proud line of kitchen witches. Steve had evidently inherited the Talent. so as he grew into his Talents, Peter taught him everything he knew. Steve learned recipes & spells at his grandpa's elbow in the beautiful house his alpha grandma, the late Amelia Harrington, had bought just for her mate.

Steve learned how to start the autumn with a perpetual stew that would seemingly have no end till spring using the talents his grandpa helped him develop. his simmer pots only grew more fragrant as years went by. in the spring & summers he learned how to use his Talents in a way tht helped the vegetable garden flourish, even though neither were a green witch. his grandpa had beamed with pride telling him tht he was an even more powerful kitchen witch than his great-grandma Eva. as he got older, he was given more responsibilities in the kitchen. the different holidays became times for his grandpa to test his Talent as he neared high school graduation.

then the summer after he graduated, as he prepared to attend classes at the Roane County Community College, his grandpa Peter had a heart attack in his sleep. as the executor of estate Steve was in charge of too much concerning the death. he buried his grandpa five days later, many people who'd known Peter Harrington came to help Steve celebrate a life well lived, many people brought him casseroles, many people gave their condolences, many people told Steve stories he'd never heard.

Richard Harrington never picked up the phone or answered the voicemail Steve left him. Richard Harrington never responded to the second voicemail Steve left him informing him that Peter Harrington had written him out of his will, that Steve was now the sole inheritor of the entire Harrington fortune his grandma had worked so hard to build, and his grandpa had worked so hard to preserve.

his grandpa Peter taught him many things as a witch. that his Talent was his to manifest, his to explore, his to expand. that his heart was bursting with love, and that wasn't a weakness. he taught him that life continues on, time does not stop, the seasons will always change, and that the dead will never forget the living.

at his grandpa's funeral Steve met someone who told him stories about his grandpa when he was a Home Economics teacher at Hawkins High. Wayne Munson was a gruff alpha who looked stoic, but his manner of speaking was gentle. Steve could see the genuine kindness Wayne radiated, and he was grateful when Wayne came by the house that was now Steve's with ingredients for a sweet corn and cucumber salad. Steve sipped cold water with crushed mint while Wayne cooked. Grandpa Peter's favorite vinyl was playing in the living room, Cass Elliot's 1973 album titled Mama's Big Ones.

time went on, seasons changed, Steve started a weekly tradition of having Wayne over for Sunday dinner. he started classes at the community college, got very invested in a history class about textiles, and in the community college's library he always sat silently at the same table as another student. she was a trans feminine alpha who'd chosen the name Robin, she had moved to Hawkins for community college after graduating from high school a year early. they ended up locked in the libraries gender-neutral bathroom when the door got stuck, it was during finals and the library was open two hours longer. as they waited for the night janitor they bonded about grandparents, about parents that weren't equipped to accept them in their entirety, and Robin even confessed she only found other alpha women attractive.

Afterward they became two halves of a whole. Robin joined Sunday dinners. She spent more time sleeping over at Steve's home than she did at the apartment above her grandparent's bookstore. Robin told him that her family had owned the only bookstore in Hawkins since 1810, making it the oldest bookstore in the state of Indiana. when Steve told her he's a kitchen witch she lit up with questions after a moment of disbelief. Robin eagerly joined him in all the pagan holiday traditions his grandpa had taught him. they agreed their mutual favorite was Yuletide with Samhain as a close second. then when they learned they shared a birthday June 13th became a joint birthday celebration from then on.

when Robin's grandma died in hospice their final year at community college, Steve was the person she leaned on. she moved in with him, unable to enter the apartment without being overcome with paralyzing grief but determined to keep the bookstore going. when her insensitive beta mother came to town for the funeral Steve stood by her, helped her keep her ground against her mother's attempts to take control of the business and building left to Robin in the will. Robin's alpha father ended up being the one to silence Beatrice Buckley nee Smith by laying it out that Robin had legally inherited the building including the store as well as the majority of the contents of the apartment, that Robin might be young, but she had a good head on her shoulders. that they had no right to demand anything of her after how they'd reacted to her transition. George Buckley didn't chase after his wife when she stormed out, he apologized to his daughter for the way he shut down when she came out to them, he watched as his wife drove off back to their hotel, and after asking to rebuild their relationship he confessed he was going to serve Beatrice divorce papers. Robin cried as she hugged her dad, sobbed harder when he told her how beautiful self-love looked on her.

Wayne came by after the funeral, joined the three of them for dinner. he and George shared stories from high school. Wayne told Robin stories about the many times her grandparents had taken one look at him, a kid with two working parents, a kid who'd been charged with caring for his rambunctious rebellious little brother, and they'd given him books for half the price they were worth.

George Buckley moved back to Hawkins following the divorce. back into the apartment he'd grown up in, he worked in the store as assistant manager, he joined their Sunday dinners, and he made efforts to implement the vision Robin had of the bookstore being a safe space.

then one day while Steve was perusing the shelves of the bookstore even though it was his day off from the store. he looked out the store windows at the sound of Wayne's truck pulling up to the bank across the street. when he saw Wayne fall he let out a yell, and while Robin called for an ambulance he was running across the main street to sit with Wayne till the ambulance arrived. at the hospital he listened carefully to everything the doctor said about caring for the concussion Wayne had ended up with. Robin helped him take Wayne home to his tree farm filled with fir trees, the majority being douglas fir.

the day after he'd been home for a full day Wayne called to let Steve know his nephew had come to stay with him. Steve laughed when Wayne relayed the message to make sure he made enough for four for dinner that night.

Steve drove Robin and him to Wayne's after they locked up the bookstore for the night. George had to give their inventory orders a final review so he'd declined to join them. they pulled up, and Steve noticed the shiny red car that was left running with the driver's door open. as he cradled the ancient dutch oven in his hands, Robin turned the car, and shut the door. before they went inside Steve made a come hither motion with his hand at the car thinking how nice it'd be for the nephew's many bags to b unloaded.

upon entering Steve spared not a single glance for the nephew standing to greet them, determined to begin cooking because they'd stayed later at the bookstore than usual. he pulled off his scarf and coat. then pulled the canvas bags of ingredients out of the dutch oven. he heard Robin starting a conversation with Wayne. Steve was unpacking the ingredients when suddenly the smell of cedar and tobacco filled his nose. he looked up from pulling out the bread he'd made to go with the pumpkin soup he had planned, and standing in the doorway was Wayne's nephew.

Steve knew, he knew as soon as his nose had registered cedar and tobacco. Grandpa Peter told him that all witches would have one great love in their lifetime. Steve always assumed his platonic love for Robin was his, but he knew then he'd been wrong.

because as soon as the nephew introduced himself as Eddie Munson, Steve knew that this alpha was the man who would either cherish his heart or break it.

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@lexirosewrites this is part 2 that i've written special for slick sunday this month. it was a wonderful distraction from, well, Everything TM. I'm thinking i'll keep adding to this every month on slick sunday till i feel this little ficlet series has reached a satifying conclusion. i think i'll even open myself up to creating a tag list for this series, spaces will b limited as my adhd can only handle so many details at once.

@manda-panda-monium @awkwardgravity1

yall get to b the first two of this tag list. write in the replies if you'd like me to tag you when i post part 3 next month. i will let the tag list get to 20 accounts & no more

don't let despair rule your life, going forward we have a lot of work to do, and we need a means to recharge as we fight to maintain our freedoms. idk what the future of fic in this country will b if project 2025 gets to censor queer media by banning ao3, but if it comes to it we can do as the fans before us did: mailing lists, zines, and more now that we have the internet.