#i'll have to go in his tag eventually but i kinda wanted to finish what's up of the story before then

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <333

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Eddeth

Day #30 - Fame & Fortune | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Fake!Eddeth, Steddie | Tags: Modern AU, Stop Trying to Make Eddeth Happen, It's Not Gonna Happen, Eddie & Gareth Are Best Friends, They Are Also: Idiot², Paparazzi, Social Media, Luddite Eddie, Steve Harrington Has To Clean Up All Their Messes, But What Else Is New?

"Did you know they're shipping us?" 

"Shipping us where? I hope they poke holes first," Eddie says, looking over at Gareth as he's scrolling on his phone. Gareth isn't listening to him, doesn't even laugh, which Eddie thinks is rude. That was a great dad joke.

He's picked up dad jokes from Steve, because Steve's corny as fuck. 

"Not like that," Gareth says, "like, shipping us together. We have a name and everything."

"Speak English," Eddie demands.

"You know, like Bennifer? But we're Eddeth," Gareth says.

"Who's Bennifer?"

"Which version?" Gareth asks, "Nevermind. You don't care. It's the ship name for Ben and Jennifer together. Do you never read the tabloids?"

"No. And I don't like that," Eddie says.

"Well, I knew you wouldn't. But now they're thinking about us. Together. Romantically. Enough that we have a mash-up of our names together."

Eddie barks out a laugh, "Well, alright. Whatever floats their boat."

Gareth sits there quietly for a bit, then says, "Maybe we can use this. Drum up some attention for the band. Get our name out there. Be a trending hashtag."

"I don't know what that means," Eddie says. 

"I know you don't. But we could, like, get in the zeitgeist."

"I hate everything you're choosing to be right now," Eddie says.

"Eddie. This could blow us up."

"Well, sure, in that case I'll tell Steve to just step aside."

"Not for real, dummy. Just for the paparazzi. Get our names talked about more. If they see more of the band, they may like the band more."

Eddie says he'll think about it, but he has no intention of doing any of that. They are exactly the right amount of famous. He can walk down the street without being harassed, but they live comfortably. He isn't about to upset that apple cart.

But it persists. There's buzz, apparently. At least according to Gareth, anyway.

So, at the next show, Eddie hops up on the drum riser and covers Bang Dem Sticks, while flirting with Gareth. It is possible to flirt platonically, and he does it very well. 

The next day, Gareth shows him all the chatter. The tiktoks. The commentary. And, well, maybe they could use this to their advantage. Just for a minute.

So, they walk down a dozen different sidewalks, and no paparazzi cameras pop out to snap pictures. Which is normal. He isn't sure why Gareth suddenly thought they'd make TMZ. 

But Gareth persists, and they even go to the Ivy, and still nothing. 

Even LAX is a fucking bust. 

That night, Eddie crawls into bed next to Steve, and sighs.

"What's the matter with you?" Steve asks, tipping down his iPad to look at Eddie.

"Nobody will take my picture with Gareth."

Steve laughs, "What the hell are you talking about?"

So, Eddie tells him their grand plan, and Steve is laughing his fucking ass off before Eddie can even finish. 

"Eddie. You have to call the paps if you want to do a pap walk. They aren't mind-readers. They don't just show up. Do you think all those pictures of celebs you see are actually candid? They definitely aren't."

Well, Eddie never looks at pap pictures. He has no fucking clue. He likes to fly under the radar.

"Really?" Eddie eventually asks. 

"Really. Do you want me to organize a pap walk for you?" Steve asks, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Well. Kinda," he says, "we're Eddeth."

"I know, honey. I've seen all the videos of you flirting with him on stage."

Eddie laughs, "You know that's not real, right?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm not new here," Steve says, "I'll call it in tomorrow. You can be photographed to your heart's content."

And they are. As if it were magic, a handful of photogs are suddenly very aware of where they'll be on various outings. Eddie holds the door for Gareth. Hugs him on the street corner. They get an inordinate amount of coffees that Eddie doesn't even like.

The pictures run, and not a lot of people care, but they are being discussed in some circles. 

So, they keep doing it. Dinners and movies and trips through the airport where they're not really going anywhere. Only going through security, as if they were.

That's a brand new kind of torture. Who goes through TSA when they don't actually have to? 

More coffee. Coffee, coffee, coffee. Eddie's never bought this many drinks in his life. 

And then the bottom falls out. 

Someone makes a video that goes extremely viral, explaining everyone in their Corroded Coffin circle. 

Including Steve. 

In fact, it's almost mourning the breakup of them. Steddie. They're Steddie, apparently, and now the fans, the real fans, those that actually have followed them, are upset. Pointing fingers, assigning blame. Some to Eddie, some to Gareth.

Fuck.

"Uh, we've got a problem," Eddie tells Steve, and Steve just shakes his head, already aware of the situation.

"Do we have to do a pap walk now?" Eddie asks, worrying his hands together. 

He never did anything romantic with Gareth. It can all be explained away, swept under the rug. 

He thinks.

He hopes.

"I really don't want to," Steve says, and that's that. They won't.

Now, Eddie's either a cheater in the eyes of their actual fans, or they think Steve's gone. 

Instead, Gareth does a couple pap walks with his girlfriend, and she's branded a beard, immediately. They really fucked this up, big time. 

"We'll go to dinner. The four of us," Steve says, "I'll call it in."

And Eddie kisses his cheek, over and over.

Just to be safe, Steve has their publicist send TMZ a copy of their marriage certificate, and some boilerplate that Eddie and Gareth are just best friends, and always have been.

As they settle into the booth at the restaurant, pictures still being taken, Steve asks, "Are we done trying to be tabloid fodder? Have we learned our lesson?"

"Yes, Steve," Eddie and Gareth both say in unison.

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[sugar-omi]

im...im so tired omg. 💀 this spiraled so bad it's so LONG!!

DAY SIXTEEN — FACE SITTING/CUNNILINGUS

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : NSFW, fem/afab reader, panty stealing (kinda. yk he took them from u, the bastard), squirting, oral (reader + character receiving), 69, consensual somnophilia

synopsis : multiple scenarios with what type of eater the boys are..

HUNGRY EATER, WILL GIVE YOU HEAD UNTIL YOU FAINT

he's been eating you out for what feels like hours.

you started out sitting on his face just like he begged you, and he held you down even after you finished the first time, his arms wrapped around your thighs.

doesn't stop until you squirt either. and even then he's so excited, he wants you to do it again...

you can't even sit up anymore, you're laying your head on his thigh, weakly stroking his dick as he loudly eats your cunt, a mix of fluids running down his chin..

he's nasty, and a total horn dog, and you can't even pull away with his tongue with his hands holding your hips down, forcing your cunt against his tongue and all your squirming and crawling away just makes your clit grinding against the flat of his tongue...

and that's what pushes you over the edge, your cum suddenly soaking his face and chest.. it shocks him but it thrills him even more and he needs you to do that again.

so now he's back at it with gusto, even slipping his fingers into your drenched, twitching cunt along with his tongue so he can bully your poor cunt into squirting on his face again.

"please! i- i can't! ..." you pant with tears in your eyes, overstimulated and tired.. you slump over, your head on his thigh and your weak hand angles his dick over your face, a string of pre snapping and decorating your hot cheek.

he pinches your thigh, making your hips jump and you whine..

"poor baby... how about this, if you make me cum before you i'll let you go, if not, then i can keep going until you squirt for me again, deal?"

COVE , BAXTER , DEREK

BORED EATER, THINKS GIVING YOU HEAD IS A HOBBY...

you're just trying to take a nap. but he's brimming with energy and you can't decide if it's because you're both young or if he's just a horn dog...

the bed dips and moves, and you feel his bulge against your thigh.. you peek at him just to confirm he's hovering over you, his lust-blown eyes looking down at you with less guilt than you'd like..

but instead of rejecting him, even though you know you could, you push him off you so he's sitting on the end of the bed like a puppy, watching with eager eyes and a wagging tail as you throw off your bottoms.

"i'll let you eat me out until i wake up. but if you wake me up then you'll have to use your hand!"

he nods and agrees, just like an eager puppy, and cuddles you until you fall asleep, his dick throbbing painfully with how close your bare cunt is...

you fall asleep eventually though, and he teases you with his fingers before he rolls you over onto your back and spreads your legs open, shimming down the bed and he's practically making out with your cunt, kissing your clit and slipping his tongue into your weeping entrance.

he tries to be mindful of you and doesn't get move you around like he would if you're awake, keeping your legs on his shoulders and slips his fingers into your convulsing cunt, grinding his fingertips against your g-spot while he runs the flat of his tongue over your clit, your slick running down his fingers...

even though it was a treat for him, especially when you moan his name in your sleep and clench around his fingers and tongue, your slick flooding his mouth when you finish.

the real treat is when you finally wake up you're greeted to your darling partner between your legs, looking up at you through his lashes with his bright, watery eyes...

he pulls off your clit with a pop, his lips swollen and wet.. he sits up, leaning up to kiss you after your nap, happy that you're awake and refreshed. you feel his cock against your cunt, his length hot against your sensitive, soaked cunt.

"i didn't wake you up, just like i promised..."

COVE , BAXTER , CLIFF

LOVING EATER, SHOWS HIS LOVE BY WORSHIPING YOU

you always end up sitting on his face or him laying you out among your pillows while he kisses you from your lips down to your neck, chest, belly, and your inner thighs before he finally reaches your cunt..

shushes you when you start fretting because he ends up edging you, slowly pulling you apart with his tongue...

loves to have you sitting on his face so he can watch how you crumble. you're holding onto the headboard, your thighs shaking as his tongue reaches as deep as it can, your slick practically pouring onto his tongue...

holds your hand too, but it's the thought that counts because his other hand finds its way to your clit.

ah, but he loves it even more when you use him... grinding your cunt onto his tongue, your moans music to his ears and he's torn between grabbing a handful of your ass or your tits.

loves your face most of all though... you looking down at him, hooded eyes and moans and whines pouring from your lips in that sweet voice of yours.

CLIFF , DEREK , COVE

DESPERATE EATER, DOESN'T CARE WHERE YOU ARE...

he just can't get enough of you. he says he needs to taste you no matter where you are...

you're trying to spend time with your friends but he pulls you into the bathroom and makes you hold up your skirt while he tugs down your panties, pocketing them and there's a 'slim' possibility he forgets to give them back...

but that just makes it easier for him to eat you out later. for now though, he has to make it quick before your friends notice you're gone a little too long.

you're clinging onto the wall of the stall, your leg thrown over cove's shoulder and your hands tangle in his hair and even your hushed, frantic whispers about how you shouldn't do this hear doesn't deter him.

you cover your mouth, trying not to make noise in case someone walks in and hears you.

but you're fucked anyway because he's not quiet at all...

he's slurping you juices and sucking obscenely on your clit, and there's spit running down his chin as he's fucking you with his tongue, his thumb abusing your swollen, sensitive clit so you keep gushing on his tongue..

at least he's kind enough to hold you by the hips when you come undone on his tongue, you would've been on the floor otherwise.

he's still proud of himself even if there's a blush on his cheeks, and he doesn't have enough shame to not lick his lips and he kisses your lips, wiping up any mess between your thighs.

and when you ask for your panties back?

"oh those? i think i'll keep them... you don't mind, right?"

COVE , BAXTER

[burninface]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

Thank you @jrooc (thx for the game!) @michellemisfit @doshiart @mybrainismelted @gallapiech @sgtmickeyslaughter @spookygingerr @mmmichyyy @lingy910y @pookiebearmick for tagging me! love yall<3

Name and AO3 handle: Face, Burningface

Current Location: in the kitchen heating food before I die starving

Favorite picrew (don’t have one? you can skip this or do this one)? This one and I just did @doshiart 's picrew it soon became my favourite ones!

What’s one thing you want in a picrew? knotted hair (and mole that can be moved anywhere)

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom? I'm gonna borrow Cam's word here: my favorite one is the one I haven't done (always the next one)

ok for the next 2 questions, maybe Mickey The Thug Goose

Why is it your favourite? honk honk hoonk *speaking in goose language*

Did it come easily or was it hard to create? the idea came easily but thinking about how to present it was hard. but thankfully I don't need to decide art style on this one, I just mimicked the style of original game

Last ao3 fic you commented on? Spare Parts by @depressedstressedlemonzest

confession time…… unlike on tumblr, after reading a fic (or a chapter) on ao3, I usually wrote down my feelings and thoughts in my language and kept them in a file(sometimes in bookmark), and thought "one day I'll find time translate this and send it out"……and that day never came. I tried once or twice but… translating is nothing like speaking directly in English and translator only gives me weird results, so I quitted like a loser. then the unsent comments just accumulated day by day. I know these are just my excuses and this question is maybe my turning point, now it's a good time to start the project. and by the time I post this I've already put it on my schedule🗓️

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? there were a lot but time healed all my WIP heartaches eventually... or I just lied to me that I forgot

Favorite trope or head cannon you like included in a fanfic? enemies to lovers. fwb to lovers. EMT! Ian, I'm a big sucker for Ian doing any health-related job, EMT, paramedic, PT/OT/ST/AT, doctor, nurse… even vet

Least favourite? I'm not a fan of Alpha! Ian/Omega! Mickey, erm… just, they don't feel like A/O couple to me. also maybe mpreg

Secret or surprising kink or trope? I'm NOT telling the secret kinks but for surprising part: I kinda love canon that Mickey met Ian while he's on mania/hypomania episode, or Ian had already been diagnosed then he fell in love with Mickey and he was confused if all the crazy feelings had smth to do with his bd (saying this makes me feel like an asshole🥲)

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? …unfinished, incomplete, unsure, then I encourage myself to post it cause I know it's now or never. after posting it becomes to a little proud of myself, and urge to practice more for the next one

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: I made this man up for myself in head for years. but they're created based on the kindness I've received recent, so I guess it's actually all of you guys:)

It’s been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? read fics, eat chocolates, daydreaming about AUs in my head

I'm a little late this week and my blood sugar's too low for thinking now so no tagging this time. but I'm sending invitations to all of you! if you're interested just go ahead :)

[h-c-u]

Hanging on Hangman

Summary: Hangman has a crush on the captain's girl and they love to tease each other, but this time it became a bit uncomfortable, especially for Maverick watching you from the distance.

Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x younger fem!reader

W/C: 2k

Rating: PG | mentions of sex, but nothing descriptive, age gap

TWs: none

A/N: Poor Hangman </3 | What inspired this scene

Masterlist | List of tags

The summer was really hot and if you were totally honest with yourself, you kinda hated it. Well, the sun was nice, but the temperatures... You definitely didn't like that the sundress you were currently wearing was sticking uncomfortably to your skin. But still, you liked spending time with your man and his work squad. You were not 100% sure, but there was a high chance, that you were the youngest of them all, considering all the ranks, medals, and missions that you saw on their uniforms at every official ceremony, because if not - where the hell did they get the time to get all of that....? 

But right now, you observed the volleyball game everyone else was playing; it's not that they didn't invite you, you just hated being so hot with a passion. That's why you were sipping on a cold drink that Jake brought you just a couple of minutes ago; that boy had a crush on you since he saw you for the first time, but he was never inappropriate, just playfully teasing, and it's not like you weren't teasing him right back. 

Like when he brought you a drink, for example. He noticed an unfinished sketch of himself in your notebook and just couldn't help himself and made a sly comment about how he got himself a fan. You instantly shot back that if he wanted a fan so much, you could buy him one in a gift shop. It was all fun and games, and you definitely enjoyed the banter and playful competition that you two had going. But some things were a matter of honor and pride… That's why when he approached you after the finished round and made an offhand comment about your non-exist exercise routine, which was simply not true, you knew you could easily prove him wrong. 

Maybe you weren't visibly jacked like the squad, but when you were a little girl, you wanted to hug a polar bear, and your dad told you that you can't hug a bear, without lifting it first. It was a joke of course, but your three-year-old brain took it as an obvious challenge. Plus you didn't want to be rude to a polar bear if that was some sort of a custom. It didn't matter that you've never seen one in real life, you still started "training" in secret by lifting your teddy bears in the air and it went down from there. After the teddy bears, there were puzzles and books with bears in them, and when your dad finally found out, he just couldn't help but laugh and started taking you with him to the gym. First, as a joke, because he was convinced that you will eventually give up, but you just… never did… And even now, you were still lifting, it just wasn't as visible on you as a full-body exercise routine that apparently the whole squad followed. Or they were severely dehydrated. Or both. You on the other hand… When your muscles were relaxed, which was almost always, they were soft, squishy, and basically invisible, that's why you were sure that Jake will take the bait. 

- Oh, you're so on, Hangman… I bet you'll be the first one to tap out. - you just couldn't help but grin, because your loud words got the attention of the rest of your friends. 

- In your dreams, y/n! - he quickly got up, while the rest of the squad gathered closer to your relaxation station to take a break from playing and see what was going on. - Or maybe there is something else in your dreams…? - he asked with a cocky smile, and you only laughed in reply. 

- Hah! You wish. - you replied. - I'll go easy on you, baby, what do you say…? I'll be doing pullups and all you'll have to do is stand there and look pretty, which is what you do best… - you finally proposed. 

- Did you hear that guys, she called me pretty! - he put his hand on his heart theatrically, and you couldn't help but notice Maverick observing all of you from a bar, where he just ordered a drink. You waved at him and winked, although you doubted he'd be able to see that from that distance. - Challenge accepted. How exactly do you want me…? - he asked, that cocky grin right back on his face, and it didn't quiver when you playfully slapped his biceps. He of course realized that since there was no place for you to actually do pull-ups, you'll most likely be using him as a prop, not that he minded, on the contrary. 

It wasn't the first time you were doing this exercise, so you moved his arms into the right position, making sure that his elbow acted like leverage, so he'd be able to last longer. 

- Anyone wanna count for the history books? - you laughed when you made sure that his stance was indeed secure.

- Kick his ass, y/n! - Phoenix hyped you up, and the whole squad followed. When you put your arms around his forearm, gripped it, and hung yourself from it, he realized something - you were a bit heavier than he expected; more muscles on your body than fat. You only grinned, an evil spark in your eyes and you did a first pull-up, no problem. And then another. and another... and one more... And the whole squad counted, while the great captain Mitchell observed you all a bit more intensely than he maybe should. 

Because you were more than familiar with this specific position, you were extra careful not to rub Hangman's torso with your abdomen when you were coming down, which required a bit more core engagement than usual, and yet you still started to see a panic setting in his eyes after the 10th one, because he realized what such close proximity did to his body. You saw him swallowing more than usual and pressing his lips into a thin white line, so he wouldn't lose focus. You on the other hand got to 15th without any issues, still being very mindful of the way you were positioning your body; you also couldn't help but get a bit closer to his face when you were in the upper position. You grinned again, the evil spark never leaving your eyes. 

- Thinking about tapping out, Bagman? - Phoenix shouted, misunderstanding his facial expression for exhaustion. Sure, his arms started to get tired and he noticed that his muscles were slowly starting to twitch, but that's not what he was afraid of right now. He looked down at the sand because he just knew what would happen if he continue to focus on your face and he definitely didn't want that. He didn't reply to any more provocations from the rest of the squad; he just stood there silently while you were on your 20th pull-up. He was visibly uncomfortable and you noticed... It was all fun and games until both of you were enjoying that, but now... 

On the 23rd, you pretended that your hand slipped and you released his forearm to a choir of disappointed groans from the squad. You've landed with your knees on the soft sand and he finally looked you in the eyes... He knew what you did and why, especially when you gave him a soft smile, right before you threw yourself theatrically on the ground giving a performance of a lifetime. 

- Bagman wins again!!! Nooooo!!! How will I live now...? - everyone laughed again, seeing how into your defeat you were, and Jake played into it as well, throwing his fists in the air and doing a giant victory lap around all of you, and finally sprinting towards the water to cool off in more ways than one, a cacophony of laughter following him until he reached the shore. Phoenix finally helped you get up and shook some of the sand from your hair. and you did the same with your dress. 

- Well, that was fun. - you've laughed and walked back to your chair, but it was currently occupied. You smiled and sat unceremoniously on Maverick's lap reaching for the drink you'd abandoned before this playful competition; fortunately, it was still cold. - Hi... - you smiled, and leaned a bit more into the body below you, while Pete put his hand on your hip and pulled you even closer. 

- Hi... - he did his best to return your smile, but there was something dark pooling behind his eyes, and you immediately noticed, 

- So guys, now that Bagman is finally out of a game due to his cowardly escape and obvious fear of a possible rematch, are you up for another round? That might be your only chance to play without him, cause he's like a very annoying boomerang. - you joked, but they actually got up and went back to a makeshift volleyball field. You weren't sure if they actually wanted to play more, or if they wanted to give you and Mav some breathing room. 

- Spill it... - you said when everyone else was out of earshot. 

- I'm... - he started, but one warning look from you and he immediately stopped the white lie from reaching the light of day. Instead, he sighed heavily and slumped a bit in the chair. Your whole relationship was based on communicating and addressing any issue as soon as it came to the surface because you both knew that with this unusual dynamic you shared, you wouldn't survive otherwise. - I'm jealous, ok...? - he finally exhaled, as if the word burned on his tongue from embarrassment, and you couldn't help but smile, only a little though. 

- Oh, Pete... - you said gently, your expression immediately softening. You crooked your head, so you could catch his gaze, and when your eyes met, he exhaled loudly. 

- I really didn't like how close you were to his body, that you were touching him in the same way you were touching me... And y/n... I know that you could have done more pull-ups, so that means you ended it on purpose... Did he get hard...? - he gritted through his teeth and you just knew today's evening will be amazing; all that pent-up jealousy finding a release in marking you in any and every way possible. 

- Honestly...? - it was dangerous to tease him when he was like that, but still, you drew the silence for a few more seconds. - I wouldn't know. - confusion was clearly visible on his face. - Core strength... I only touched his forearm. - you covered his hand that was resting on your hip, with your own, and he immediately intertwined your fingers together. - And when I noticed that he realized he went too far, I just let him have the victory, cause you boys and your pride. - you sighed quietly and rest your head on his chest, feeling him finally relax a bit. - And I reserve all my special moves just for you. - you added, and he couldn't help but laugh, his body vibrating under you. 

- Ehhh... Sorry I got like that... I guess I'm still afraid you're gonna exchange me for a younger model. - it wasn't hard to understand where that came from due to the age gap between you two, that's why the communication in your relationship was much more important than anything else; if those feelings were left to fester under his skin, stronger and stronger every day, he finally could have exploded and that was the last thing he wanted. 

- I am not going to do that exercise with anyone else. - you smiled, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart mixed with a gentle hum of the waves crashing into the shore. - Beside... I choose you every day. I choose to wake up next to you every day, to live with you, and to invite you into my world. And not to mention - it's your name I'm screaming every night. - Mav hummed in contentment like a cat that drank the creamiest of creams, because in a way - he did. What he did to deserve this divine creature, curled up in his arms despite her open hatred of today's weather - he didn't know. But he was ready to do it every day for the rest of his life. 

[midnightstay-blog]

🌙🌹 Stranger from that night. 🌙🌹

Romance🌹 | Scenario✨ | Cliffhanger☄️

Here's a little something for Valentine's Day. I wrote this sometime last year. Maybe I'll make this into a longer story later.But idk 🤷🏿‍♀️

Happy Valentine’s Day! 🤍 🥰

Rating : G

Words total: 606.

Sitting off to the side she watches as everyone dances in the middle of the ballroom. One by one. Person by person everyone finds themselves on the dance floor. Eventually, it is just her and a few other people near the set of tables. That is until the person of the hour finally makes an appearance. Walking into the room they slowly look around until their eyes land on her. Making their way over to her they take a deep breath before extending their hand out to hers. She takes a moment to examine the hand before reluctantly taking it. They make their way to the center of the dance floor as everyone begins to stare in their direction. As the two come together and begin their dance she leans in and whispers. " I'm sorry if I step on your feet " "Admittedly I'm not much of a slow dancer" she confesses. They smile at her words and lean in placing their hand on her waist and pulling her closer in the same motion before responding. " don't worry about it too much" "Besides you could always stand on my feet" She smiles to herself before she is lifted into the air briefly and set on top of their feet. The music begins to play and the two move swiftly around the room. Eventually, they are so wrapped up in their dance that they don't notice that everyone else has stopped and pulled out their phones to record the moment. After some time the song comes to an end and the two part. Not wanting the moment to end they grab her hand and make their way out of the building to the courtyard. "Thank you for the dance," she says as she smiles glancing at the ground. "No Thank you" he replied. "For what?" she asked confused. " That was the first time in a while I've danced with someone and just felt like myself" they reply grinning a little. "Felt..." "Seen" she finished. "Yeah.. exactly". Their grin widened a little. They walked for a while in a comfortable silence before they broke it. " I never did get your name," they asked her But before she could reply they were interrupted by who she could only assume was one of the mystery person's friends. "Yo there you are everyone is looking for you" They look at their friend with a grimace before replying. "Hey I'm kinda in the middle of something can it wait" The friend looked between the two before continuing. " Sorry but the head of the brand is looking for you and your manager asked me to come find you" The mystery person's grimace grew deeper before turning back to her and apologizing. "I'm so sorry but I have to go but I would love to see you again" Before she could reply they were dragged back into the party. Not too long after that day, she was in the local bookstore and her phone began to bing repeatedly. Checking it she noticed an influx of notifications. Clicking on her social media she noticed that she had been tagged in a post with the mystery person from the previous night. However, they wear not just a regular person but an international celebrity. Seeing the name across her screen she stood in the middle of the store in shock until her phone began to ring. Answering it a voice came through from the other end. The same voice she had heard that night. "Hi" She paused for a moment examining the screen before placing the phone back to her ear. "Hi..."

[asksebs]

They nod, glancing up at him when they sense the slight movement. So far, he's put together about half of the metal boning of what will eventually be two feet.

They quickly look away again, not one for eye contact and certainly not wanting to read Sebastian's face and risk seeing disappointment. "The majority call me 'Lucky'. My last name was Summers, and that's all I really know. I don't associate with the first name I was born with, and nobody cared to use it once I got to prison anyway."

"Sounds kinda funny when you put it all together, right? Like some kind of username. Just using one or the other works, though. Perferably the nickname. You've kind of.. fueled me, in a way. I have nothing to go home to, no reason to escape, so I haven't been trying. But maybe someday after I finish building this, I'll get back on track. We could work together, I could supply you with things, if you even need my help by then."

- "Smiley" anon / [The Engineer], a 'fraction' from @luckyisgirlfailing !!! (OOC: I'll probably stay on anon even tho I'm technically not anonymous anymore just bc it feels comfy,, or I'll switch to just using my main blog to send asks, but for now I'll just keep tagging the end with smiley anon / the engineer ^^)

“Lucky..”

Sebastian murmured to himself, allowing the other’s name to roll off of his tongue.

“Well, Lucky,”

He began, offering the other a smile.

“You’re welcome to escape with P.AI.nter and myself once we manage our way outta here, if you’d like. Even if there really isn’t anything for us to ‘return’ to, per se, at least we would have one another, or.. uh, whatever sappy shit people say..”

|| whatever you feel most comfortable doing is all cool ! ^^

[angelbambisworld]

Alcohol-Induced Buffoonery

A Gene Simmons(Specifically current Gene because yall know i love that silly old man) x Reader fic

Summary: Y/N returns home to Gene from a party, having gotten a little drunker than intended. Shenanigans ensue. Gets very crackfic-y at times.

Tagging some of my mutuals here: @elrohare @eatinaborgerwitnohoneymustard @starry-eyed-never-satisfied @namelessbutters-doodles

I'm sorry if I forgot anybody. It's hard to keep track of all yall

You wave goodbye to your friend, who was nice enough to drop you off at your house after she noticed you had had one too many drinks at the party you both had attended.

After her car has driven from your line of sight, you make your way up the steps to the front door. You dig around in your coat pockets for your house key and when you do eventually find it, the front door already opens. Standing in the doorway was your boyfriend, Gene.

You give him a big dopey smile and squeal out "GENE!" at the top of your lungs as you wrap your arms around him, squeezing him tightly. Gene immediately shushes you and covers his ears. "Don't yell so loud, I can hear you just fine!"

You stop smiling and look down at your shoes, apologetically. "Shit, my bad."

Gene returns the hug and then asks "So, did you have fun at the party?"

Your wide smile returned again. "Yeah, I had fun." The wind picks up and blows in your general direction as you shudder from the cold. Gene takes you by the hand and leads you into the house.

The world around you is spinning a little as you and Gene sit down on the couch in the living room together. Kinda like clothes in a washing machine. You laugh out loud at the thought of it. Gene raises an eyebrow. "What's funny?"

You shake your head. "Nothing!"

Then you let out a hiccup. Then another. Then another. Then another. Then another. Your face turns red as you cover your face with your hands, utterly embarrassed. Gene can't help but chuckle at your cuteness, which only made your face go redder. "D- *hic* Don't laugh at *hic* me! I *hic* can't help it!"

*I know, sweetheart, I know." Gene says as he cards his fingers through your hair. "Do you want me to get you some water?"

You shake your head and try to get up to go get yourself some water. Only to bang your leg on the coffee table and fall back on the couch, thanks to your shitty balance. " *hic* Ow! *hic* ".

You try to get up again but Gene stops you. "Let me get you something to drink."

"I'm *hic* fine!" you protest. "It didn't even *hic* hurt that bad!"

"It sure looked like it did." Gene said as he walked into the kitchen.

Pouting, you stumble into the kitchen where Gene has finished pouring you a glass of water. He handed it to you and said"Go sit back down on the couch."

"No!" you whined, stomping your foot a little for emphasis. Gene rolled his eyes, slightly amused by your childish behavior. "Do you want me to fix you (Favorite Food) while I'm in the kitchen?"

You paused at the mention of (Favorite Food). A small little smile crept up on your lips as you said "Maaaaaybeeeee."

Gene nodded. "Go sit down on the couch and I'll bring it to you."

You shook your head. "No, I wanna stay *hic* here with you."

Gene didn't feel like arguing with you, so he pulled a chair for you to sit in while you watched him cook. You looked at your leg on where you banged it on the coffee table. There was a dark blue splotchy bruise there, which you stupidly poked. "OW!"

Gene turned to look at you, startled by your sudden yelp. He noticed the bruise on your leg and bent down to your level to inspect it. ((LOL Dr Love to the rescue!))

"Hmmmm...I think we're gonna have to amputate your leg."

You let out a horrified wail that was quickly broken up by more drunken hiccups. Gene immediately burst out laughing at your reaction. "I'm just messing with you, you're fine!"

"You can't cut off my *hic* leg, how am I gonna walk?!"

"Y/N, I was joking."

"How *hic* am I gonna live?!"

"It was a joke!"

"How are we gonna *hic* fuck?!"

That last sentence sent Gene into another fit of laughter. "Y/N, you are gonna be just fine. Don't worry about it."

Gene went back to cooking (Your favorite food) as you shook your head. How dare your beloved boyfriend fool you like that!

At least your hiccups were slowly coming to an end. Anyways, now that you had mentioned fucking, you were starting to feel a little...naughty, to say the very least.

Your eyes wandered all the way down to Gene's backside. You always joked that out of all the members of KISS, Gene's ass was definitely the fattest(and it was). That's when you got an idea.

You got up from your chair and raised your hand as high in the air as you get it and-

SMACK!

Gene immediately flinched once your hand made contact with his bottom. He turned around to look at you, blushing and eyes wide with surprise. "Did you just hit me?"

"It jiggled when I hit it."

You gave Gene's asscheek a squeeze and then another smack, this time a little softer. You look up at the stove top. "Is the (favorite food) done yet?"

Gene turned his attention back to the food. "Almost."

"Why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food?"

Gene looked at you and pondered if perhaps he was having a stroke. "What did you just say?"

You laughed. "It's a meme, you wouldn't get it."

"I guess not."

You wrapped your arms around Gene and slipped a hand under his shirt as he continued cooking. You started groping his plump man tits™️ .

"Goddamn, grandpa," you said out loud. "You got a nice pair of tits for an old man."

At this point, Gene was getting rather fed up with your shenanigans. "Go sit down on the couch and I'll bring you your food."

"Why are your boobs so big anyway?"

"They're not boobs!"

"Do you have to wear a bra when you go on stage?"

"Y/N, go sit the fuck down!"

Annoyed, you sat back down in your chair. "No, I meant in the living room."

You looked at the distance between where you sat and the couch in the living room. You decided that it wasn't worth the energy. "Noooo, I don't really feel like it."

You tried to scoot yourself into the living room while you were still sitting in your chair but you didn't get very far. "Get off your lazy ass and go sit in the living room."

You let out an overdramatic groan and stood up. "FIIIIIIIINE!"

You set up a tray in front of yourself as you waited for Gene to come back. Gene walked in with (Your favorite food) which you immediately devoured.

After that, you decided to take a shower. Gene insisted on taking one with you. "God only knows what would happen if I left you unattended in the bathroom."

In fact,Gene had to help you wash yourself since you were too busy staring at his glorious man tits™️ again

"Did you think I took you to a doctor and asked them to give you bigger boobs, they'd do it?" you pondered as Gene washed your hair.

Gene stuck you under the shower head as the shampoo ran down your hair, body, and into the drain. "I think they would lock you up in an insane asylum and leave you there."

You laughed. "That's fair."

After you both showered, you got dressed for bed and turned in for the night. Gene kissed you on the forehead. "Goodnight, Y/N. You're clearly insane and a pain in the ass, but you're my pain in the ass. I love you."

You tried to kiss him on the forehead back but missed and ended up kissing him on his left eyeball. "I love you, pookie bear."

The next day you woke up with the mother of all hangovers. But luckily Dr Love was there to tend to you until you were well again.

[diospore]

MHA 430, no real spoilers to the ending but I'm also discussing my au ideas under the break too so that's why I tagged spoilers and added the bar, because there's a variety of spoilers.

That was fine I guess, could've been worse... Sad no dfo but I kinda gave up on that being good 10 chapters ago. Insert Thanos I'll do it myself gif.

5.5-6/10.

I'm gonna start my analysis + reread on Saturday I think?

Here's thoughts I already have:

- Reduce amount of students in 1-A. I realized that I can't handle 20+ main characters lol. My original idea was 5, but I've got it down to 10 by fusing characters. Izuku, Aoyama, Uraraka, Shoto, and Bakugo remain the same. I'm going to review the fusions and draw them later...

Fusions:

Sero/Kaminari/Kirishima (Reason: I get them mixed up a lot.)

Iida/Momo/Ojiro (Rich kid + I like Ojiro)

Jiro/Tokoyami/Shoji (Characters with a "dark vibe" ((emo lol)))

Mina/Tsu (I'd feel bad having one and not the other)

Koda/Sato (Honestly they're here because they're the ones I think of when I think "they got shoved aside" as well as Ojiro but I like him more.) ((... Also combine their names and you get Soda....))

Most likely to be cut: Ojiro, Sato, Koda, Sero

Cut: Mineta (Obvious reasons), Hagakure (I couldn't think of anything)

I swear there's logic here but I'm unable to explain it better lol. I'm eepy.

- Bakugo will be expelled from UA in the first arc, perhaps that'll be the conclusion of it. Possibly return in a later arc, I'm thinking the vigilante arc? Minor character. Basically a starter antagonist before the stakes ramp up.

(Results in the same amount of students as OFA users! Which I think is a nice parallel.)

- First arc will be about the class bonding since I really wanted more 1-A bonding scenes. Mainly about them helping each other. (I. E. Izuku opening up about being bullied, the class helping Shoto with the Endeavor situation, etc.) Bakugo's role will be getting in the way of this. Minor antagonist.

- LOV shouldn't be introduced until after a bond is established. Sorry Shiggy my beloved, you must wait.

- All for One dies in Kamino equivalent. (Unsure of how to set this up w/o Bakugo, maybe Midoriya's the one kidnapped?) Sorry AFO I love you so so much, but I'm killing you off. You're op as hell and the kill should be All Might's. You can come back and possess people later if you're good.

- DFO will be there as well as reducing the role AFO played in Shigaraki's backstory. Increase the role in Midoriya's life (negative).

- Aizawa will have a bit of a tweak, he'll be less physically violent with the students. (Less scarf grabby, only in extreme circumstances) Also I think having a lasting injury from the Oboro incident would be a nice touch. Give him a House MD vibe with a cane??? God I fucking loved House. Gay and homophobic, what an icon.

- Eventually I want Endeavor to go to prison or face some form of consequence. Maybe death. I was also thinking about him being tricked into helping AFO out of desperation for that number one spot. Bakugo takes his place for redemption arc?

- I don't really want to kill Midnight off... Or Twice... Or like. Any of the LOV. Need to think about that... But I know Twice's death was very important, so I might have to get over it somehow.

Not saying there won't be death, it just has to make more sense to me.

-

Wrote most of this at 2 am lol so this is probably incoherent. It's not a critique of the series, it's just my idea for the au. Like I get that classes have like 20 people in them. And that characters die. That villains die even if they're children.

I think if I plan this in arcs, I'll have the best chance of finishing it.

[wellbelesbian]

Six Sentence Sunday

thanks for tagging me @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @shrekgogurt and @artsyunderstudy!

i have two snippets to share! but this post is kinda long, so i'll put them under a cut.

so, the first is from the last chapter of Shoulder To Shoulder, which i'll be posting on wednesday:

“Fuck you Thatcher, or screw you Thatcher?” Agatha asks, propping up the sign she’s working on for us all to see.

“Oh, they’re both so good.” Shepard says wistfully, pinning the fabric for his new dress to a mannequin. I’m impressed by his ability to talk with such emotion with half a dozen pins held between his teeth. We’re on the top floor of the bookshop, which doubles as Niamh’s home, paint and glitter strewn all about the place.

the song for this scene:

and if you didn't see, yesterday i posted the bonus kerixie fic set in the same AU! here's the link to that.

then i also have a snippet from what i'll be working on after this fic is done, my nanowrimo project from last year that i didn't finish. in case you weren't here or missed me talking about it last year, it's a retelling of the aftermath of the Trojan War, following Astyanax, the son of Hector and Andromache, who died as a baby in some myths but survived in others. he bounces around Greece looking for his mother, who was taken after the war, and along the way runs into Briseis and Hermione, who both met Andromache and tell him what they experienced during that time. so there are a three stories in one!

here's a bit of Hermione's POV. i adore writing her, she's a bit like the way i write Agatha, judgemental and yet dissatisfied with the expectations put on her. it's very fun to write bitchy characters who eventually meet someone they can let their guard down around, and who then turn out to be quite nice.

I stood at the balcony, looking out over the courtyard, but there was still no sign of my husband. Looking straight across I could see the men’s half of the palace, but every window was dark. My mother’s rope was coiled in the corner, mocking me. Her words echoed in my mind and I couldn’t help but laugh dismissively. What did it matter if it was sturdy, when Neoptolemus was so small? He would be light as a feather.

and here's a song from around this part of my corresponding Hermione playlist:

if you want to see more snippets from this fic, i've already posted plenty on my main blog @nausikaaa last year under the tag 'my writing' and will keep posting more this year.

i tag @j-nipper-95 @ileadacharmedlife @prettygoododds @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @imagineacoolusername @confused-bi-queer @ic3-que3n @forabeatofadrum @bazzybelle @theearlgreymage @aristocratic-otter @larkral @hushed-chorus @martsonmars @ivelovedhimthroughworse @blackberrysummerblog @fatalfangirl @ebbpettier @cutestkilla @alleycat0306 @alexalexinii @shemakesmeforget and @bookish-bogwitch

[s4pphic-sh3nan1gans]

WIP Weekend

thank you so much for the tag, @mint-ty <3 I didn't think I had that many wips to share but after looking through my notes app, there are actually quite a few things there gathering dust that I mostly forgot about 😭 sooooo here is my list, starting with the earliest:

Zame, si čisti dopamin - this is a bojere fic I started nearly a year ago now, based around the infamous tavastia 1.0 gig and Bojan both discovering and navigating his feelings for Jere. as I remember, I had one more chapter planned that I unfortunately lost motivation for, buuuut as it stands now, I guess it's kinda left on a cliffhanger? sorry 😅 but it holds a special place in my heart as I was just beginning to get very deep into my joker out hyperfixation when I started writing it hehehe

This ship of love is loaded - another bojere fic that I never finished and didn't post, this one was inspired by the release of Huhhahhei by Käärijä 😌 y'know the song's implications of fucking someone on a boat? yeah, I took that and ran with it whilst wearing my tin-foil hat and made it about bojere 😭 it's set on the 2023 eurovision pre-party boat and includes the scene of what is now the first snus proposal. ultimately, I abandoned it because I wanted to include smut but wasn't yet ready to (properly) write mlm smut for the first time back then

untitled jance fic - this is the only time thus far I've written jance (which is actually criminal tbh). it's a very short wip so I'm not entirely sure where I was going with it, but it appears to include Nace attempting to flirt... 👀

it's better if we remain a memory - now, this one is a little more obscure. it's based on the film Bojan is in (Kaj pa Ester?) that I unfortunately haven't watched (c'mon, slovenian film industry, make it available internationally, I beg of you 🙏). basically, I watched the trailer, made up a plot, and made it very very very gay. and then posted all but the final chapter before succumbing to lack of motivation again 😭

Immortalised - .......okay, I just realised I was wrong about only writing jance once, this is another time I tried to write it! this one is all about the incredible jance photoshoot by Damon Baker, exploring their relationship behind the lens. not sure why I never finished this one, if I'm honest 😅

Forgotten Nights - here, we have a bokris wip. this one was going to be a classic friends-to-lovers fic, littered with flashbacks and snippets from the past that both of them were repressing. I found that I didn't properly plan out the sequence of flashbacks though, or where I was going with it so it ended up a little messy as I was writing it and eventually I moved onto other things

a bunch of bokris "5+1 things" fic ideas I never got round to writing properly - specifically, I have 8 fics that I planned for 😭 if you want to know more about one, send me a number between 1 and 8 and I'll tell you what the 5+1 idea was :)

untitled damkris fic - finally, this is what I started most recently. it's inspired by Kris and Damon's recent trip to Ljubljana Castle, and basically they flirt and gay panic all day whilst being idiots and not realising they're both actually crushing hard on each other 😭

if you want to know more about any of these, or read a snippet from one, go ahead and drop into my ask box!!! I shall be more than happy to provide 😌

no pressure tagging (and apologies if you've already been tagged): @trips-around-the-sun @graysantimony @paperphilia @electron-road-suspect :D

[jichanxo]

hiii jichan, long time no senseific asks from me... am kinda interested why you’ve thought the first kiss scene you wrote several says ago will have such, uh, destructive impact to the other plot points. i mean, it suddenly felt natural for them to kiss earlier than you planned them to, or 👀 (sry i’m awkward, can’t think of another way to convey that i. really appreciate your work)

(context for everyone else. my complaining was in the tags)

hi againnnnn :D well the short answer is that i'm probably being over-dramatic, but since a kiss is a big deal i gotta look over the stuff after that scene with new eyes and make sure all of it checks out with the new context

(more under the cut + general senseific updates for the curious)

it's their second kiss (so far), and i threw it in around the middle after shuffling around some plot points (the plot point shuffling is definitely going to be more, uh, destructive than the kiss is anyway, so i am just being over-dramatic), but uhhh... well it's an early release of tension and expression of yagami's frustration towards kitakata than i originally intended so... that's gonna change how their dynamic is going to feel afterwards until the tension is resolved completely (i.e. they sort their shit out)

i'd just placed those plot points in their new spots and saw a gap in the middle of my fic and was Struck By An Urge so now this kiss scene exists with only a vague idea of what the context behind it will be. ...well, i'll write it when i get to it, i suppose. but it was a lot of fun writing something exciting and new for senseific!

but now i gotta get back to the stuff i actually have to do 😔 which is mostly dance club stuff right now. i am thankfully actually making progress on that front. and later i also gotta check some stuff with the robotics club for a short part in chp 1 and 2. and just give everything a general look for cohesiveness.

chp 1 is, by my judgement, very close to its finished form (i just need to do that short robotics club part and general tweaking)

chp 2 still has quite a ways to go, but i've got big chunks of dance club where i want them now, alongside the existing kuwagami stuff (which is the other focus of that chapter). i also need robotics club stuff here but it's pretty minimal rn

chp 3 is.... well the front half has a direction (resolving the dance club), and then it gets a bit lost. (on a related note, those re-homed plot points start to get placed around here). my focus right now is to get the dance club stuff done and leave this problem to be solved later. when i move onto the robotics club, i'm hoping to see what comes up naturally. for now, i gotta focus on the immediate tasks and all that.

[tenuous separation between chapters 3/4 depending on where 3 ends naturally when i finish writing it]

chp 4 is where the new kiss scene is. and a bit of old writing of where i am generally expecting kuwagami stuff to go. around this point is where things get even further away from a readable state, so i won't go on. ....if their second kiss is in this chapter, feel free to take a guess at when their first will be. hehe.

senseific currently has a working title. chapters 1-3 have titles that i think are not gonna get changed, cause i'm attached to em (but you never know, right?)

general senseific update aside, since that kiss is around (what is currently) chp 4, i am eventually going to have to go over the older writing around that point and make sure it all matches the vibe

[imagination-overreaction]

I haven't done an official intro post, and I have no idea what to write here, so...

Hello!

I'm Shrub! I'm an adult, and I use it/he pronouns, no particular preference

Here's some stuff about me!

Things I like, in no particular order:

Team Fortress 2, drawing, Undertale, Deltarune, Blue Eye Samurai, Faith: The Unholy Trinity, FNaF (to some extent), embroidery, Buckshot Roulette, The Arcana (I love to hate it), Will Wood, plant symbolism, SCP (kinda) (mostly just the idea of it), Gravity Falls, Stardew Valley, Empress Theresa (I love to hate it)

How many OCs do I have?

143 147. If you ever wanna know about one, just give me a number and I'll be more than happy to share about that one (or the one after that if that one is boring). I have been coming up with fake guys for about 5 years now, and with all my works-in progress there is going to be more.

Characters are tagged as #oc-name

What am I working on?

The biggest ones are tagged on this post, but if you want more detailed descriptions...

A short story based on "Cabinet Man" by Lemon Demon, from the perspective of the maintenence man that looked inside that thing.

My longest official project that I'm still not 100% sure what format I'll be publishing in: A choose-your-own adventure set in the realm of the fae where you play as Mina, who just tripped into this world and has to get out alive.

Another longer project: A (hopefully) novel titled The Faceless King. It's lower priority, but I have a lot of characters crafted and a lot of setting made, so I might show off some of it.

Short stories (or a long one? Haven't decided) about my OC Chase, a bold and stubborn idiot that bought a really, really cheap house. The house is a demon. Near-death shenanigans ensue, but he is too bull-headed to let some peeling paint get the best of him.

An AU about the same stubborn idiot becoming a Fazbear franchisee. Near-death shenanigans ensue, but with enough duct tape and common sense, anything is possible.

A shorter, personal, sorta-vent-y project utilising the Software Automatic Mouth, as well as a couple of other projects using SAM.

A series of short stories about my OC Abe, an android created by a deity, and how he interacts with himself and the world around him.

The longest silly goofy project that can and will never be finished, where I take my OC Xavier, toss him head-first into whatever media I like at the moment, and make his celestial partners go find him in a sadistic game of cat-and-mouse. Might post some of this if I have parts I really like.

Any questions about the above things are welcome, and I have so many more characters that I'll probably talk about eventually too! I'm still getting the hang of actually posting to tumblr instead of watching and spam-reblogging from the sidelines, but I do plan on posting at least semi-regularly once I can properly wrangly my executive dysfunction.

If you read this far, thank you! I hope you have a good day :]

[clotpolesonly]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @wellhalesbells!! ❤️

How many works do you have on ao3?

213

What's your total ao3 word count?

1,201,156

What fandoms do you write for?

the fics i have on my AO3 are overwhelmingly Teen Wolf (174) 😂 with Merlin as the distant second (32), and then 5 for TRC, 1 for Captive Prince, and 1 for Dark Rise. 1 of TW's is also a crossover with Supernatural, which is not something that i would ever write for independently lol. currently i'm not doing much writing at all because writing is HARD and i've been low on writer juice for a very long time now, but when i do, it's TRC/TDT. that's what i want to be writing and what all the stories living in my head are for.

Top five fics by kudos:

Metamorphose (Merthur, Merlin) - 8278 kudos

Happiness is Effortless (Sterek, TW) - 8113 kudos

Much Ado About You Two (Sterek, TW) - 7632 kudos

I'll Dissolve When The Rain Pours In... (Stackson, TW) - 6549 kudos

We Duel At Dawn (Merthur, Merlin) - 5140 kudos

Do you respond to comments?

i respond to almost every comment i get, though i've taken to letting them pile up a bit before i get up the energy to do so 😅 just yesterday i busted through my backlog of comments, which had gotten up to like 50+ lol, i had just been ignoring it for 3 months. but it's been a point of pride for me since i was like 13 and yelling into the void on FFN to respond to every comment and review on my stories, and i've stuck to it reasonably well over the years. the only ones i don't reply to are the ones that make me anxious adkfjgh ones that ask questions i don't know how to answer yet - primarily, "will you/when will you finish this?" on fics that i INTEND, IN THEORY, to finish someday but don't have hope of doing so any time soon. i don't want to tell them no when i really do mean to finish someday, but i don't want to claim that i will and then fail to actually follow through. so i just. leave those comments in my inbox to haunt me like a heart beating under my floorboards. so i've got 22 of those lmao.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

probably either 1) These Gordian Knots We Tie (Sterek), which is a sort of an open-ended tragic self-sabotage the-journey-isn't-over-this-is-just-the-low-point kind of thing. i'd originally intended to keep writing, but frankly, i like it as it is. i've gotten several comments complaining about it, which i soundly ignore. or 2) An Empty Glass Is An Ugly Mirror (Dydia), which is an AU fic of Lydia trying to get Derek to leave his abusive wife Kate, but it ends with Derek going back to her. the A/N is optimistic about him leaving eventually 😂 but the story itself leaves off on a very unhappy note.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

a LOT of my fics are just pure unremitting fluff adlkfjgh, there's no way to answer this question

Do you get hate on fics?

i don't, really, which i'm grateful for. i've gotten a handful of kinda shittyish comments over the years, disagreeing with my authorial choices or characterization or arguing about the choices characters made, but i don't THINK i've ever gotten anything that was really aggressive or outright hateful. which, proportionally, with how much i've written and how many comments i've gotten overall, i find rather astounding. maybe i'm not writing controversial enough stuff 😂 i need to step up my game.

Do you write smut?

i have on occasion, but not very much, lol. gotta run the numbers again....... 6% of my catalog is actually E rated and E+M makes up a little under 10% haha. i can write smut, it's just a lot of work, and i don't usually care enough to bother.

Craziest crossover:

the only true crossover i've written is my SuperWolf one, One For The Road, One For Me (Stiles/Dean Winchester), which i had a great time writing and of which i'm quite fond 😂😂😂 i've got a crossover that lives in my HEAD, though, of TRC and the Hunger Games, where the main TRC cast takes the place of all the main characters in the games but where Snow and Coin remain themselves because there's just no one in birdverse that can really fulfill those roles, and if that fic ever makes it to the page, then it's OVER for you bitches alkjfdhg

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i did have someone steal To Be A King (gen, Merlin) and post it on wattpad with some name changes, but like......not the right names?? like they changed some of the regular character names but not any of the names of the OCs that made the fic unique to me personally, it was really weird, anyway i had to make a WP account so i could message them to take it down and it immediately disappeared without them actually responding to me directly lol. if anything else has been reposted elsewhere, it hasn't been brought to my attention.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

i've had 15 fics translated and linked back to me on ao3, which is super duper cool!!! 8 of them are by the same very dedicated russian fan ❤️

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

people have asked to co-author with me before and i always tell them the same thing: bad idea alkjdfhg 😅 i'm a very opinionated perfectionist control freak of a writer, i would be a TERRIBLE person to co-write with. i would either steamroll the hell out of my partner or end up stewing in quiet nagging resentment forevermore that noooooo it should've gone like THIS it's so WRONG it would be better if THISSSSS on everything from narrative structure to word choice 😂😂😂 if you've ever asked to co-write something with me, TRUST me, i turned you down for everybody's sake ...........that being said, me and my best friend cami do collaboratively generate stories together on a regular basis, a kind of Yes, And-ing spiral that can end up thousands and thousands of words long and include details down to verbatim dialogue and body language. but!! the loosey-goosey nature of those chats doesn't quite trigger the same possessive instinct that real actual prose that will be posted and have my name attached to it does. those stories are BANGERS btw, if i could beam them directly into your brain, i would do so 😂 i hesitate to try and write them, though, cuz then it would take them out of our hands and into mineminemine and we'd end up in ^^^ the above situation.

All time favorite ship?

illegal question, impossible to answer, i am too much of a multshipper

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

For Shell And Safety (love this fic DEARLY, an OC i'm actually proud of, stalled out 7 years ago in the middle of the climactic fight scene and just......couldn't find my way out of it)

REM-DAC (soooo proud of the worldbuilding in this fic, got so close to the end until i realized i couldn't finish it because what it really needed was a sequel and i couldn't set up for a sequel until i planned out the sequel, and i could never find anybody willing to read 45k of WIP to help me brainstorm the sequel, so it's just been languishing for 6 years)

Thinking About Blue Skies (a Laura/Allison fic i started writing for the very first LHAW 7 years ago and couldn't finish before posting time. i weep for this one. never had an ending in mind, couldn't figure one out, gave up)

In The Absence Of Scars (i hurried this one out for posting before it was finished specifically so that i could be one of the first 20 fics posted to AO3 for the Dark Rise fandom 😂😂😂 i succeeded!!! but i stalled out, and by now the second book has come out with more info that jossed some of my speculation, and there will undoubtedly be more in the 3rd, and i just, hmm, idk if i'm ever gonna end up writing any more of it. it never really had an endgame to it anyway, i guess)

Merlin Ambrosius, King of Carthis series (the fics already posted in the series are finished, but i promised a threequel 8 years ago and even started planning it out, but then i switched fandoms and never wrote it. rip to the epic Merthian lovestory featuring baby dragons and dragonrider!Raime that may or may not ever come to be, idk, maybe someday i'll circle back around to it)

What are your writing strengths?

i've been told that i have very strong dialogue, and that i capture characters' voices/language patterns well. i'm rather pleased with my ability to convey emotion implicitly through action, body language, and expression rather than having to state it outright. i think my descriptions are good and i'm getting better at balancing description and dialogue. i've got a few action sequences that readers really seemed to like, so i think i've more or less gotten the hang of those 😂

What are your writing weaknesses?

structuring longer narratives is a struggle. knowing when to back off and let tension unwind instead of continuing to winch it higher. i can get stubborn about what i WANT even though it's not working well lol. and in line with that, i'm not the best at taking criticism. not in the sense of getting upset about it, but in the sense of just ignoring it alkdjfgh. like, sometimes i'll ask for critique, get it, and be like mmmmm suddenly i can't read sorry i'm jared 19, and then leave everything exactly as i wrote it the first time 😅 to the detriment of my story. working on that, lmao.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

depends on what you're trying to achieve with it. i wouldn't usually bother with it, cuz it's obtuse and confusing for your reader if you leave it untranslated and if you do translate it then what was the point of writing it out in the other language in the first place instead of just indicating that [the thing it means] was said in [language]?

First fandom you wrote in?

Harry Potter, i think, with early forays also into Wizards of Waverly Place, iCarly, Newsies, and Little Mermaid II 😂😂😂 but by bulk, primarily HP

Favorite fic you've written?

how could you ask someone with 213 fics that question??? that's rude and uncalled for and also impossible to answer. i feel like i'm contractually obligated to say To Be A King, my magnum opus of a fic, longest thing i've ever written and also the single most satisfying ending i've ever managed. that's my default answer for this kind of question, but seriously, it's rUDE, I LIKE MANY OF MY FICS FOR MANY DIFFERENT REASONS!!!

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tagginggggg @adamprrishcycle @flightspathfic @cheeeryos and as always, i KNOW i know more writers, but i can only ever think of so many at a time, consider yourself tagged if you wanna do it

[peppermintstarsonamintyway]

This, is definitely overdue.

Alright, hi, hello. Let's talk- as my shittily drawn comic says-

First off, I'm Kaz, I also go by Wolfy, Fifty (from my old tumblr user/tag/whatever), and any variation of Peppermint. One friend who has tumblr as well calls me Pepsi on discord for shits and giggle and another knows my real name. Well, both know, it's just a 50/50 on what they use-

I am a sexuality questioning neurodivergent genderfluid creature, I don't care what pronouns are used for me as long as the person talking to me is comfortable with me.

On here I'll be most commonly showing myself as a kitsune with just, a chalk board on hand. Or, well, paw.

Okay, general blog rules and things to know.

No explicit nsfw. You can send asks being curious about certain habits of my ocs and draw whatever kinda art of them you want (do not touch ANY little ones I will block you so fast), but anything in regards to me myself, absolutely the fuck not.

Oc shipping is perfectly okay with me! Just don't ask about children and keep your fan children to yourself, please and thank you. I do not want asks about my ocs having children in my askbox.

I am VERY much a multishipper, if you see me shipping my ocs with my other ocs, do not assume you can't come in and make an offer of one of your own ocs. Do not be afraid to talk to me about shipping ocs or oc interactions in general.

As long as I'm credited, anyone is more than welcome to use my art for whatever the fuck they want. If it's something questionable, I'd prefer you keep it to yourself, but otherwise, go ahead. Although I'd be surprised if anyone wanted to use my art for anything-

I do NOT. I repeat, do NOT. Take commissions. I'll take requests to draw ocs and other such things, alongside canon characters, but I do NOT take commissions. Requests will really only be sketches, occasionally colored and sometimes legitimately finished because I had the energy for it.

I feel as though this should be obvious, but I'll say it anyways, pro-shippers, racists, lgbtq+phobics, assholes of generally any kind, especially those obsessed with politics, aren't fucking welcome here. This blog is here for me to look at content from people I like and affectionately blast my mutuals with whatever cracked up shit I come up with. If you can't help but be a piece of shit in my safe space, you can go fuck yourself.

Be kind. I don't care who you are, I don't care what you came here for, but if you can't bare to spare a shred of kindness when you talk to me, I don't want you interacting with my blog. You can criticize my art, the way I write, the way I talk, just how much I ramble, but if you can't be nice about it, I'd rather you say nothing at all.

Alright, that should be that.

If you wanna contact me, you can contact me on here through tumblr's messaging system, but you can also contact me on discord at .peppermintstars! If you're gonna friend me on discord, please warn me before you do. I don't have the best experience with randomly being friended and I may end up blocking you on instinct- I do have a twitter although I don't use it so I won't bother linking it until I start using it.

I hope to eventually start streaming sometime this year, be it with or without a 2d or 3d model, so if you wanna support me, you can find me on twitch and youtube!

I'll also give a list of the media I'm into and what you can expect me to be reblogging! Or at least looking at-

Cookie Run! Primarily ocs. (I don't know what the fuck is going on in the story rn and I need to get caught up-)

Persona 5 Royal and in subsequent, the Persona series in general.

Demon Slayer! (Or Kimetsu No Yaiba if you prefer to call it that.)

Pokemon. I like to watch the animes and if I can I'll get whatever new game comes out, even if I get it a bit late-

How To Train Your Dragon! Yes I'm still into HTTYD even years after the first movie came out. That shit ain't going no where.

Honkai: Star Rail and Genshin Impact! Although the interest for these has diminished and isn't ever really consistent, I may as well list them because I either do play them or have played them.

Cult of The Lamb! I like Narilamb. I like Narinder. I've a thing for powerful higher beings in general okay-

Dungeons and Dragons! If you need a dm or an extra player for whatever reason, I am more than open to joining a campaign.

Dark Souls! And other souls-like games from FromSoftware- ties into the D&D thing because I get way too many ideas watching playthroughs of those games.

God of War! Again, the liking of powerful higher beings- also ties into D&D.

The Resident Evil series! Leon Kennedy is hot and Ethan Winters was a good dad.

FNAF! Alongside other such mascot horror games- Poppy Playtime included (mostly just for Dogday.)

Mythology and folklore! Hopefully evident by the fact I chose a kitsune as my persona on here- also connects into D&D again to no one's surprise.

That should be everything I can remember off the top of my head!

That's all, thank you for reading, have a good day, and here's a sleepy kitsune for your troubles!

[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us; chapter eighteen

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

wc: 1.7k

my masterlist

series masterlist

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After we realized we literally, actually found the gold, our first move, was of course, to celebrate. We fly back to the Chateau, and we were high before we even made it back, all piling into the house and still chanting.

"Full Kook, Full Kook, Full Kook!" Everyone is yelling, dancing around as John B holds up the gold like it's a trophy. We can't believe it.

I feel my phone buzzing and I pull it out, seeing it's Rafe. I guess I have a tell, because Pope points over at me and calls me out. "Snowy, got your boyfriend on the line?"

"Yeah it's Rafe." I smile, taking the drink Kie hands me. "But he's not my boyfriend and you know it, Pope." I laugh.

"Hey, woah, woah, woah, don't tell him, okay? He can't know." JJ reminds me and I nod.

"Okay I won't tell him- shh.." I say, going to pick up the phone. Five high teenagers being told to be quiet only can have one result: laughter.

"Hi Rafe!" I giggle as I look at my friends, holding my finger to my lips as I step out the door and close it behind me.

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I hang up and lean back against the side of the house. I think he believed me- and it's not like I'll never tell him, he'll find out when the time is right. I pull my vape out of my pocket and take a hit while I text him.

S: Rafeeee

I don't get a response right away, but I wasn't expecting one. He said he was busy anyways. I go back inside while I wait, catching John B pulling his shirt off, since he's entirely covered in mud.

"Oh my god, ew, go take a shower." Kie laughs, throwing her now empty can at him.

"Yeah, will do.." He chuckles. "Sarah, care to join?"

"Gross, man.." Pope says.

"Boo..." I laugh, as the two of them head off down the hall. Just as I finish downing my drink and going to grab another one, I feel my phone vibrate in my hand.

I grab my drink and decide I should step back outside for some fresh air- it just feels so much better when you're high. I wander out to the hammock and lay down, deciding now to answer his text before I forget.

R: yeah?

S: hi :)

R: Hi

S: what doing

R: what doing?

S: i'm laying in the hammock

R: were you asking what i was doing?

S: o, yeah i was

R: i just got home from the club

S: ooo fun, was it bumpin tn?

R: ... the island club? never

S: ohhhhh the ISLAND xlub

R: are you with anyone?

S: not right this second S: eveeyone is inside

R: you should go back in R: you shouldn't be alone if you're drunk

S: nooooo S: i'd rather talk to you :))) S: also john b and sarah are in the shower together and i'd rather not be a witness to that lol

R: gross. thanks for sharing

S: welc

At this point, after a minute or so, I realize he's done talking to me so I put my phone down and close my eyes. I'm using my one leg to rock myself back and forth on the hammock, just relishing in the butterflies in my stomach until my phone starts ringing.

"Hello?" I answer, eyes still closed.

"Hey." I can hear the smile in Rafe's voice.

"Hi Rafe." I giggle. "I missed you."

"That weed is really peaking right now, huh?" He laughs.

"Yeah, kinda."

"Yeah I could tell, since I just texted you and you already said you miss me." He says, making me laugh more.

"I forgot about that!" I laugh, sitting up.

"Are you going back to Tannyhill tonight?" He asks.

"Uhm... yeah I don't think so. Unless you can come get me?" I ask hopefully. I want nothing more than to see him right now.

"Uh.. well, no, I mean yes. I mean, no I probably shouldn't..." He says and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Why not?" I pout. "I want to see you."

"Fuck- yeah, I know." He sighs, and I can practically hear the gears turning in his head. "I want to see you too, I really do, but I can't pick you up right now."

I sigh. I know what that means now. "You're high."

"Just a little- just a little bit and I don't want to make you feel unsafe but when I come down I'll come get you, okay? How does that sound?"

"No, no, don't do that." I insist, I don't want him to put himself in that spot. "Let's just talk, yeah? I wanna talk to you." I smile.

"Yeah, okay, that sounds good." He agrees. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know." I giggle. "Maybe... could we talk about us?" I suggest, biting my lip. I swear, the best thing about being high is that consequences don't exist anymore.

"Sure." Rafe responds.

"So..." I can hardly get one word out without giggling. "Yeah. That's all I got." I can hear him laughing slightly on the other side.

"So... yeah." He repeats mockingly.

"I'm just nervous, okay?" I laugh. "Leave me alone!"

"Don't be nervous." He says softly, and somehow that makes my heart flutter.

"So..." I start again. "I hear you're not one for relationships."

"Typically? It's not really my thing." He says and I frown. "But since I've met the right girl, why not?"

"Fair enough." I nod a little. "I'm not either, but to be fair that's only because I've never had the chance, I mean, yeah I just don't think I'm a super likeable person overall. That's what Kegs told me once anyway-" He interrupts my rambling.

"Snowy." He chuckles. "That was me asking you." He laughs, but I'm floored.

"Wait, actually?" I ask.

"Yeah." I can see his smile in my mind as he replies. "I've been meaning to ask you that for a little while."

He actually wants me to be his girlfriend? I guess if he's looking past where I live and who I hangout with he does really care. I don't think I have any reason to believe that this is all an elaborate prank meant to embarrass me.

"Uh, then yeah! Yeah of course." I giggle, answering before my mind gets the better of me. "My friends already call you that anyways so we'll continue business as usual."

"Business as usual." He agrees. "But maybe not actually, maybe a little different."

"Snowyyy!" I hear JJ yelling from the porch.

I go to say something to Rafe but he speaks first.

"Go hangout with your friends, okay? I'll talk to you in a bit. Call me before you go to bed." He tells me.

"Yeah, I will. Bye Rafe!" I say into the phone.

"You're so funny when you're high." I can hear him laugh before he hangs up.

"JJ!" I grin as I stumble out of the hammock, immediately face planting on the lawn.

"Oh, shit Snowy you are on fire." JJ jokes as I make it up onto the porch.

"Thank you." I laugh and he wraps his arm around my shoulder, guiding me back in.

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The next morning, we decide our move is to melt down the gold bar and try and sell it, so we can buy supplies to go get the rest of it out of the well.

Kie and JJ work on melting it down, as I lay in bed in recovery mode until we have to go in probably the early afternoon.

I get the summoning that we'll be leaving in ten minutes, and take that as my cue to get up and get dressed. I put on some of my jeans that I find on the floor of John B's room, and a tank top I had laying in a drawer. I quickly grab my bag, and we're out the door.

When we pull up to the pawn shop, we elect JJ to do the talking, since he is probably the best liar.

"Fuck you guys- I think Snowy is better." JJ groans, and I give him a pat on the back as we walk in. Showtime.

The older woman working does every test on our gold in the book, skeptical that it's real since a bunch of derelict kids brought in a gold bar worth over 140k. She was more skeptical after JJ says it's made of his moms melted down jewellery. I make eye contact with Sarah as we try not to laugh, going back to looking around.

The woman excuses herself into the back for a moment to talk to her boss, and we wait around quietly. We're all so nervous, and so excited. We're just all smiling at each other like a bunch of idiots.

"I can do fifty for it." She tells us and we all kind of look at each other, giving disapproving looks.

"No, no ma'am. This is worth one-forty at least, you didn't think I'd walk in knowing the spot price?" JJ insists as I walk up next to him.

"Honey you're in a pawn shop- this ain't Zurich." The old woman chuckles. "So I look Swiss to you?"

"Ninety- or I walk." JJ replies, and I give him a subtle pat on the back, resting my arm on the back of his shoulder.

"Seventy, that's half price," She says, leaning in a little. "And I don't ask questions about where y'all got this..."

JJ and I look at each other, and then to John B, who gives a nod of approval.  "I'd like that in large denominations please." JJ says, nodding at her.

Unfortunately, because nothing for us can be easy, we have to go to some busted warehouse in the middle of fuck all nowhere to pick up the money ourselves.

We're on our way out, when Sarah and I start to give each other looks portraying how we just aren't feeling right about this.

"There's nothing but weeds out here, guys, somethings not right!" Kie insists to them and Sarah nods in agreement, just as we hear sirens and see lights behind us.

"Cops? Out here?" I say, as John B pulls over.

"We didn't even do anything!" Sarah adds.

"Guys, chill, hide the gold." John B says as we throw everything under the seat. "JJ, you didn't bring the gun right?"

"No, dude I didn't bring the gun." JJ sighs.

John B rolls down the window and we all stop talking when we see a gun pointed right at his head.

"Get out of the car." The man holding the gun says. He's got a bandana covering his face, so only his eyes are visible. "Get out of the car and let your friends out." He says, keeping the gun pointed right at John B as he slowly gets out, arms raised until he opens the back door for us. We all climb out, raising our arms as well. My hands are shaking so bad- I feel like I could throw up.

"Don't worry, beautiful.." He chuckles, pressing the gun to the side of my head. "Don't run, and I won't shoot." He tells me and I nod a little, a tear falling down my cheek.

The man directs us to lay down by the ditch on the side of the road, telling us to kiss the ground and if he sees any of us move, he'll blow our brains out. Great. Just great. The man then climbs into the van, no way he's not looking for the gold. That old bitch set us up.

While I'm focussing on not bursting into tears and panic running down the road, I see some movement to my left and slowly look up. John B is slowly getting up- eyes trained on the Twinkie. "John B, don't be a hero man." JJ whispers as John B gets up and runs over to the man's car, climbing in the back seat and ducking down just before the man steps out of the Twinkie, gold bar in hand.

"Fuck, man.." Pope mumbles, just as the gun is pointed back on us.

"If I see any of you move, I will run you over- understand?" He shouts. None of us move. He walks backward toward his car, and as soon as he climbs in, John B is on him.

"Guys I've got his keys!" He yells, throwing them out of the car in our general direction as we all run up to help, and they fall out of the car fighting. John B somehow takes his gun, and when the man is back up, JJ shoved him into the side of the car. He puts up more of a fight until Sarah slams his head with the car door, and we all just stand looking at him.

JJ goes up and pulls down the man's bandana, and sighs. "Man, I know this guy. Sells drugs to my dad."

"He probably knows my brother.." Sarah mumbles, and we look at each other. We're in deep shit now for sure.

JJ takes his wallet, and John B grabs his car keys and throws them out into the woods to buy us some time to run. We get the gold back, and quickly climb into the Twinkie and take off.

Begrudgingly for all of us but JJ, our next stop, is Barry's house. We arrive, and JJ gets out and runs in.

"Guys, this is such a bad idea I feel sick." I tell everyone. "We've got the gold, let's just get out of here."

"I'll go talk to JJ." John B agrees, running inside after the blonde.

"Sarah, we're so fucked." I whisper, for no other reason than my body still being in full fight or flight mode.

"Yep." She sighs, running her hand through her hair.

"Guys, seriously, Rafe can't know about the gold." Pope says, extremely unhelpfully.

"Pope, I swear to god.." I say, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. "Do you think Barry isn't already on the phone with him right now telling him what happened? It's completely out of our hands now."

Kie shakes her head as I drop my head into my hands. Just then, JJ and John B burst out of the door, arguing by the looks of it. We all quickly climb out of the van.

"Here we go everyone, about 5k each for reparations.." JJ smiles, holding a huge wad of cash.

"JJ.. JJ no.." I say quietly, shaking my head at him.

"Do you know what happens when you steal from a drug dealer man? They come after you, Bro." John B says, trying to shake him out of it.

"Listen, did you like looking down the barrel of a gun? He had it right between your eyes!" He shouts, putting his fingers against John B's forehead to prove his point. "You and Snowy both!"

"Dude- obviously not, I just-" John B says, pushing his hand away.

JJ just shakes his head and turns his attention to Pope. "Look, man, this will pay for my restitution."

"I didn't ask you to do that."

"Well I did it." JJ snaps. "And I'm paying it back, right here, right now, by myself." He says, getting right up in Popes face before turning around.

"You know, I'm probably better off on my own anyways." JJ says, starting to walk off.

"JJ? JJ wait!" Kie calls after him but he ignores us.

"We need to seriously let him cool off." Sarah says and I nod in agreement.

"We also seriously need to get out of here before Barry comes back." I say, and everyone agrees as we get back in the Twinkie and take off, leaving JJ to fend for himself.

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A/N; I bit the bullet and finally had them get together slayyyy -R

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