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lackingspace · 5 months
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happy halloween boos
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have fun and be safe ‹𝟥
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lackingspace · 5 months
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Ch 3 of homecoming rewrite updated 🫠
It jumped almost 2k again.
Hope you guys like it 🥀
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lackingspace · 5 months
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GIRL THE REWRITES OF HOMECOMING?!
I AM HERE FOR IT, IT IS AMAZING. YOU ARE AMAZING.
NO ONE WRITES GHOSTFACE LIKE YOU DO BABES
💕 I'm swooning. I keep telling myself small edits, but then I basically re-write the entire chapter 🫠 Really happy you're liking them though! 😘
I'm like 95% done with ch 3 re-write, wanted to get it out yesterday, but didn't get to write. The spiciness has been increased.
So ch. 3 tonight?
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lackingspace · 5 months
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I couldn't find a knife so I used a frying pan instead.
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lackingspace · 5 months
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2022; ;𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖑
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lackingspace · 5 months
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hey ma, who’s that odd lookin guy around the corner?
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Not so tough without the mask 💀💀💀
Please click this if you wanna see the spicy parts
👁👅👁
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lackingspace · 5 months
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Updated ch 2 of Homecoming.
When I said small edits? Yeah...that was a lie.
Rewrote the whole thing. If you're someone who rereads it, uhhh hope you like the new direction???
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lackingspace · 5 months
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Let’s kill tonight
Show them all you’re not the ordinary type
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I wanted to do one of those "x amount of retweets = lesz clothes" things but I wouldn't have gotten any traction so I jumped the entire gun and did all of the stages anyway.
That RBF at the end got me actin' unwise.
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lackingspace · 5 months
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He stab u @ u@
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lackingspace · 6 months
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So....I updated chapter 1 of homecoming. It went from 5.5k to 8k.
Just some casual edits....re-writing everything.
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lackingspace · 6 months
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Hiya Lovely!
I am an die hard fan of your work, and regularly binge read your fics.
So excited for a potential homecoming update!
Hope you have a lovely day ❤️
Hi my lovely darkling! Thanks so much for sending this in! I'm doing well and hope you're having a wonderful day too!
I've been writing more and it's definitely confirmed homecoming will have an update at some point this month. But I'm also going the extra mile and editing all previously posted chapters because I'm crazy 👻
Nothing major will change, just going to edit them for typos, readability, and probably add a few things here and there.
Danny is back.
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lackingspace · 6 months
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Poly camping boys content??? Instant LOVE 😍
"Aren't You A Little Early?" Buddy Swanson And Sam Wescott X GN! Reader. Poly!Camping Boys. Fluff.
AY! So I know no one asked for this, but it’s been a few days since I have gotten something out. The idea for this hit and it hit HARD at work today, and with everything going on in my life I am taking the inspo when it comes and this felt really needed, was super fun to just let this pour out. Some good ol Poly!Camping Boys fluff. Also yes I fully headcanon that Buddy is Canadian. Centre Stage was filmed in Canada and nothing outright says it isn’t in Canada, so fuck it! Buddy Swanson is Canadian because I and Tina say so! It being my native countries Thanksgiving weekend the idea for this hit and so here we are! We all know fluff is a rare treat from this smut machine so enjoy it!
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Length. 1.7K. Rating. SFW. Buddy Swanson and Sam Wescott X GN! Reader. Poly!Camping Boys. Warnings: Fluff. Domesticness. Established Relationship. Teasing. Buddy Being A Total Sweetheart. Alcohol Consumption.
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You and Sam both had work that day. Sam managed to finish just a little bit before you had and swung by to pick you up, the two of you walked home together, hand in hand, wondering what you were going to get up to that night.
“Is Buddy working?” You asked, glancing over to Sam and he responded, “It’s Monday, so probably, we just might catch him on his way out the door if we speed it up a little.”
“Well let’s pick up the pace and give him a proper goodbye, hmm?”
You and Sam typically worked during the day, Buddy usually working the dinner shift, unless he had the day off it would be hard to coordinate time together, getting to see him off was something you all made a big effort to facilitate. You and Sam knew it meant a lot to him, any time he could squeeze out with you both was immensely important to him, more than he could properly say.
Soon enough you and Sam were coming inside his and Buddy’s shared apartment, the fall chill was easy to forget with how warm it was, but you noticed something else before the warmth, it smelt incredible in here. The lights were still on, Buddy must still be home, before either you or Sam could call out to greet him he was already coming around the corner in full view of the door.
“Oh you’re both home! Perfect timing.” He said as he came forward, one hand on your arm he pressed a kiss to your forehead, a small “Hey.” from you as he did so, and then he leaned down to press one to Sam’s cheek, he also gave a little, “Hi man.”
You noticed what he was wearing, nice navy blue sweater and white collared shirt, slacks, normally if he would be working tonight he’d be in his uniform already, you spoke first. “Not working tonight?”
He pulled back, shook his head and a wide smile, “Nope! Got the day off today, you get to have me all night.”
That made you smile too, “Lucky us! Nice outfit by the way, you got something planned?”
That had Sam following you up in a teasing tone, “Yeah, is it date night? Do we need to hurry up and get ready?”
He gave you both this kind of look, “Uh yeah I’ve got something planned, it’s a special occasion, did you both forget?”
A shared look between you and Sam, both wondering at once if you had forgotten some kind of anniversary, you hadn’t thought that you had. If it was an important day there was no way both you AND Sam would have forgotten it.
“Oh my God you totally forgot.” Buddy teased and you jumped to try and defend yourself, “No, no, of course not!”
Sam had his hands on your shoulders, standing right behind you still as he contributed, “Yeah! I mean psh, us? Forget? As if!”
Buddy had his arms crossed, a fond smile on his face, a hum as he rolled his eyes, “Yeah I am sooooo sure. You two? Forget? Never.”
“Right, never.” Sam confirmed and after a beat of silence you spoke.
“But let’s pretend, just for fun, and say that we DID forget-”
Buddy laughed a little, a hand gesturing out, encouraging you, “Go on.”
You finished your thought, “-what is today exactly?” He scoffed, still clearly playful, he reached out, took a hand each from you and Sam, “C’mon then.”
He tugged you both along, leading you both off to the kitchen. The warmth and smell only increased as you got nearer and then once you were across the threshold you saw what he meant. Table was set for three, very nicely, and there was a large spread of food. You and Sam took in the view, a bowl of what looked like mashed potatoes, green beans and corn, fresh bread you were sure he baked himself, stuffing and a gravy boat-wait.
“Thanksgiving?” You offered up and Buddy and released your hands now.
“There you go! You got it!” He said with a clap, still smiling, and you and Sam shared a look of confusion and Buddy’s smile fell a bit, “What? What’s the matter?”
Sam started, “Umm aren’t you a little bit early Buddy boy?”
You nodded in agreement, “Yeah it’s not for more than another month.”
Buddy’s face scrunched, a little as he said, “What are you talking about? Second Monday in October, that’s Thanksgiving!”
“Uh no, Thanksgiving is in November.” Sam asserted.
Buddy replied, “No way! I know what I am talking about, Thanksgiving is the second Monday of October every year, Cam and I basically cooked it ourselves since we were thirteen-”
That is when it clicked.
“American Thanksgiving is in November.” You said and Buddy had his hands on his hips as he said, “No duh. I’m Canadian. I’m talking about Canadian Thanksgiving.”
Honestly you and Sam should be a bit embarrassed it took you this long to figure it out. Buddy is from Canada, had lived there all his life until coming to America and getting hired at Camp Clear Vista and meeting you and Sam.
“But you live in America now?” You asked as you watched Buddy turn towards the stove, there was a big pot of something on one of the burners he was stirring. His response was one simple word, “And?”
Sam laughed a little at the way he said it, something about the teasingly sarcastic way Buddy would retort like that on occasion would really get to him. Sam decided to jump in, “And since you live in America now shouldn’t you assimilate and celebrate our version of the holiday?”
Buddy turned to look at you both over his shoulder, “Me? Assimilate? Why should I have to?”
He turned around, ladle in hand as he continued, “And another thing! I took the day off to cook a really nice meal for the first Thanksgiving we are all together and I haven’t heard a single ‘Gee thanks Buddy-’ or a ‘That's so thoughtful Buddy-’, I’ve been in the kitchen all day here.”
It was still teasing, still light, but he did have a point. It was really nice, it smelt amazing and looked even better. It was absurdly thoughtful, plus it was very sweet that he seemed so excited to celebrate this holiday with the three of you all together that he did all the work himself, I mean he even got dressed up for the occasion.
You came forward first, hands out and coming to rest on his shoulders. “You are right, we should be thanking you.”
Sam was coming up behind you, “Yeah Buddy, really, it looks fantastic, I didn’t realize how hungry I was till I smelt it.”
Once you got started it was hard to stop. So you didn’t.
“Seriously, how sweet are you? Cooking something so special on your day off just for us.” You were sliding close, arms wrapping around his neck and Sam was agreeing, “He spoils us far too much.”
“Truly we are not worthy.” And you saying that had Buddy laughing, “Alright, alright, enough. Save the rest of your compliments till after you eat the damn meal, okay?”
“Okay, whatever the chef wants.” You gave him a quick peck and unwrapped yourself from around him then asked, “So what time is dinner then?”
“Half an hour it will all be good to go. You two can go have a shower and change if you want.”
Buddy was facing the stove again, stirring something, whatever it was it smelled amazing.
He knew you too well because before you, or Sam, could ask he was saying, “It’s mulled apple cider. Old thing Cam and I used to do together every Thanksgiving. Even if she isn’t around anymore-” He paused, a small shrug before saying, “I figured it would be nice to share it with you two.”
That got to you. Made something in your chest heavy, a warm kind of ache, he could be so damn sweet sometimes.
“Well I dunno about Sam but I think showering can wait. I wanna know what I can help with and am dying for a cup of cider.”
“Yeah I can hold off on a shower. What can we do?” Sam asked with a smile, and Buddy was getting mugs out for all of you, “Get your aprons on first off and then I’m gonna show you the best way to carve a turkey.”
It was a half hour later. Wine opened and all sitting down, candles lit and eating, both you and Sam gushing on and off about how good it all was, “Fuck, you know if the food is THIS good, maybe Canadian Thanksgiving is the one we should celebrate from now on.”
“Or. Or! Hear me out here, we celebrate both so we get another meal like this in November.” Sam said and Buddy laughed into his wine glass, leaning back into his chair, “Oh you volun-telling me, huh? Not even gonna ask, just assuming I would be down for that Sammy?”
“As if you don’t live for this kind of thing.” You said it very casually which got another small laugh from your curly haired boyfriend seated across from you.
“She makes a great point, Swanson.” Sam teased and Buddy retorted, a little mocking as he fired back, emphasis on the last name just as Sam had done, “Not the point, Wescott.”
“You’re right though, I should ask, formally-” so Sam cleared his throat in a way that had you fondly rolling your eyes for once as he took Buddy’s hand that wasn’t holding his wine glass. “-would you, do us the honor, of considering making us an equally amazing feast on our inferior American holiday?”
Buddy hummed, thumb stroked over the back of Sam’s hand, making a big show like he was thinking it over very seriously, “Hmmm. Welllll I suppose I could be swayed. Do the dishes tonight and we can talk.”
“You are too kind.” You said and Sam dropped Buddy’s hand, “The kindest. What’s on the menu for dessert?”
“Apple pie, homemade vanilla ice cream.” Buddy said easily and Sam asked, aghast, “Not pumpkin?”
Buddy shook his head as he said, “Nope. Apple.” Sam asking, still sounding offended, “Thanksgiving with no pumpkin pie?”
“Pumpkin is overrated. Apple is superior.” Buddy said it as if it was as clear as day, it made Sam exclaim, “Overrated?!”
You picked up the bottle of wine and poured yourself another glass as you listened to your boyfriend bicker over holiday desserts.
Thanksgiving, Canadian or American was pretty damn great with the two of them.
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lackingspace · 6 months
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I am begging, BEGGING. B E G G I N G! Please say you have another chapter of homecoming on the horizon for this spooky month?
I am on my knees for this fic, I swear I come back and read every couple of weeks it’s just *chefs kiss*
Maybe? Possibly? It very tentative, but uh there's a high probability. So...it might happen.
A crumb to build anticipation because I'm nothing if not charitable:
His cock was so thick and when he'd shifted to drag the knife up, intent on splitting your heart in two, he hit a spot inside that had you seeing white. Metal bit into rib as a strangled moan left you– more pleasure than previous pained whimpers, "I'm going to carve my name inside."
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