#have a good day honeyloves

[a-punk-academic-asexual-poet]

I have so much to say

1.) The first dream I've remembered in ages has presented me with a new book idea. It provided two and a half characters, a vivid setting, and a horse that died. Not how I wanted to wake up Monday morning.

2.) I haven't showered in five days. I feel unclean but am in no mood to get in the shower. I should probably wash my hair.

3.) I absolutely despise JK Rowling. Why? Well, she's a hypocritical, discriminative bitch. Fucking transphobe can leave me the fuck alone.

4.) I love the Harry Potter books. I have started tons of FanFiction, never finished any, and am very excited for the TV show to come out. Because of JK Rowling and myself being genderfluid, I really, really, really wish I could just restrict myself from Harry Potter but I can't. (Please don't come at me with the, "Oh, you're just not trying hard enough." Fuck off, if that's your thought process.)

5.) I desperately want to go to my favorite restaurant, but they're never open when I can go. I grew up there. Daniella, René, and Sabrina are like family to me and Aidan may as well be my brother.

6.) I have to get up early tomorrow morning. I do not want to, but that's how the game is played I guess. Get up early for conditioning, wait, wait, wait until practice in the evening. Then play my tournament this weekend and repeat the process.

7.) My mental health is getting worse. Like, it could be so much worse, but this is probably one of the worst it has been in my lifetime. Though, that isn't really saying too much. I'm either not eating enough healthy and too much unhealthy or more or less not eating at all. I'm dehydrated too and have absolutely not motivation to do anything I don't have to, and even then it is a bit touch and go.

8.) I got my bike tires aired up and have been riding that a lot. Waiting until I can go further than just down the street and back. Riding the bike is freeing. I'm so focused on pedaling and the strokes of my feet that I completely forget to actually think; it's nice.

9.) I got another freedom taken away from me today because I wanted to listen to music outside of the house. It's incredibly frustrating when all I was trying to do was cope with my mental health issues. My mom and dad just don't seem to understand.

10.) I am writing this on borrowed time. Because I had my previous freedom taken away, it's only a matter of time before this disappears too. Wish me luck, I suppose.

11.) I feel very ungrateful for writing this. Like, I know I shouldn't because everyone deserves to vent. But I do feel guilty. I feel ungrateful and guilty and like I should be better than this. Part of the issue I suppose.

12.) I have a new OTP. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. Very sweet, and I love them both. Let's just say that my dirty af mind has come up with some interesting situations. And that's saying the least. I guess it's just writer's brain. I really, really, really wish there was a different ending to Avengers: Endgame because it would've fit his character arch so much better. I mean, come on, going back to see a woman that he saw die and then dated her niece? Pretty sure that doesn't fit Cap at all. But coming back, running up to Bucky and pulling him in for a hug (and a kiss*wink wink*) seems to fit Steven Grant "Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky" Rogers pretty well. Prove me wrong.

13.) I hope everyone has a better day then I am having today!

(yes, I stopped at 13 on purpose)

#i have so much to say #harry potter #jkrowling #mental health problems #have a good day honeyloves #stucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #freedom of riding a bike #leave me alone #please no homophobia/transphobia etc #let me be me

[nburkhardt]

Mainly for my love, @strangersteddierthings ily

An overly sappy and fluffy follow up to this angst piece

“-Christ, I’m coming!”

It’s- Jesus Christ, only eight in the morning on a goddamn Saturday and someone decided to call him now? He roughly picks the phone up, “whoever the fuck this is, you better have a goddamn good reason to be calling!”

“Well, I’m sorry. It’s even earlier for me, nerd” Robin’s voice comes through, and now he’s confused.

If anyone should still be asleep, it should be her. Since she’s ya know, in California, in a different timezone. It’s- “why the fuck are you awake at five? Aren’t you on vacation?”

He can hear the eye roll Robin does, but it’s only fair. She woke him up, she gets to deal with a little bit of bitchy Eddie.

“I am, doesn’t matter. What are your plans again for Christmas?”

Tilting his head, squinting his eyes, he blinks hard before rubbing a hand down his face. “Buckley. You did not fucking just ask me what my plans are. The hell? You’re not even here! Why?”

Robin groans, obnoxious and long. Then a huff, and after that he hears tapping and he can imagine she’s bumping the phone against her head and straighten up with a glare on her face. He gets the look a lot from her to see it clearly.

“Edward Munson. I need to know what your Christmas plans are for very good reasons. Actually, what are you doing for that whole weekend? I need a favor and you’re going to do it, because it’s very very important. So important that if you do not do this and I find out, you will be a dead man and wish the demobats were after you.” She takes a deep breath, “do you understand?”

It must be, if she’s bringing up violence this early.

“Okay, geez I’ll bite. My plans for Christmas is just hanging around with Wayne, we usually just hang around watching Christmas movies and eat together. I got nothing planned the weekend, all of ya and my band are busy with family and shit.” He leaned against the fridge, closing his eyes and hoping whatever Robin is thinking doesn’t involve much.

“You need to kidnap Steve.”

He opened his eyes quick to widen them, straightening up and looking around for his keys. “Can I keep him then?”

Robin groans and he smiles, “if I’m kidnapping Stevie, I get to keep him. Finders keepers, Buck!”

“If you can only promise to love him and care for him.”

“Always, Robin. My Honeylove deserves it and so much more, he doesn’t even know how much,” he sighs, “I’ve agreed, now can you explain why?”

He’s met with silence and he looks at the phone wondering weather it’s not working or Robin hung up; already satisfied with him agreeing. Which would be fucking rude of her.

As he brings the phone back, he hears her sigh and- “i know my platonic soulmate and he doesn’t think I’ve noticed him being withdrawn or sad. He’s determined to make me go grey by suffering in silence, and he doesn’t believe how much I care or how much you care. So, he’s alone, like right now.” She sniffles and he can imagine she’s gripping her hair while also leaning up against whatever wall or surface, “SO, I would appreciate you for the rest of my life, if you help me and make him very, so very happy. Please.”

Taking a step out of his van, Eddie shifts his weight as he looks at the single flower he managed to pluck from his neighbors bush, it’s probably cheesy and maybe a little much but he couldn’t help himself.

Picking it up, he quickly slams his door before marching his way to Steve’s front door and stands straight. Taking a breath before moving his arm behind his back, knocking on the door with the other.

It’s been a few days since Robin’s call and his plan couldn’t take any shape until this morning. Wayne had noticed he was off the rest of that day and a complete word-for-word retelling happened and he ended with Wayne telling him, “Jesus kid, ya didn’t need to ask. That boy of yours is welcomed here”

And that was that.

He holds his fist up again as the door swings open and he’s met with an adorable sight, Steve wearing his glasses a little askew and his favorite yellow sweater along with some plaid sweats.

“Eddie?”

Smiling, Eddie pulls the flower out and brings it in front of their faces. Twirling the flower around before lightly bumping it on Steve’s nose, “My dear, Stevie Honeylove Harrington, I am here on this lovely December twenty third to officially kidnap you.” He watched as Steve pulls the door open more looking even more confused, it makes him smile at him.

“Eds, what the hell? Please don’t tell me you’re high right now?”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie shakes his head. “I am very sober, and come on, get things together. You’re coming home with me”

They move into the kitchen and Steve looked at him before shaking his head.

“Can my kidnapper explain one more time, because he deserves to know why he’s being kidnapped- two days before Christmas” Steve asks and grabs the flower from him, putting it in a cup before leaning up against the counter to look at him.

He doesn’t bother sitting anywhere, instead comes right up to Steve and tapping his temple. “Because, my heart, you selfless dummy. You will be spending the rest of this holiday, with me and Wayne.”

Steve’s eyes widen, before darting around to avoid looking at him. It pulls a frown on Eddie’s face and he steps back just a bit, just to let Steve avoid his gaze more. He knows when it’s necessary to give more space, especially this lovely boy.

“I don’t want to impose on you both, I’m fine here. My parents called and said they’ll be her-”

“Nuh uh. Nope, I will not accept that. Even if they were coming, I’d still be kidnapping you, sweet boy.” He interrupts, crossing his arms and glances around the room before settling his eyes back on the important thing, Steve.

Steve who is still looking anywhere but at him, his own arms crossed but looking much more like he’s hugging himself, his fingers drumming along his arm.

“Sweetheart, Steve, I would truly and utterly love if you come along with me to your first official Munson Christmas.”

A smile pulling at his lips, as the words process in Steve’s head. A light blush is slowly creeping up. It makes his own cheeks start to burn, his own blush coming up from seeing Steve looking soft and confused.

Eddie moves closer to him again, arms no longer crossed and instead coming up around Steve. Enjoying how he instantly shifts to wrap his arms around Eddie, it makes his heart happy.

“Yeah okay, Teddy. I’ll go”

It’s the smell of bacon that makes him stir and the light sound of Christmas music playing.

Steve blinks a few times to get the sleep out of his eyes, his vision getting as clear as they can without his glasses. Along with that his other senses also kicks up and he can feel the weight of an arm around his waist and legs tangled with his.

He shifts just enough to see Eddie behind him, face still relaxed as he lightly snores. Clearly still asleep. It’s only then that he relaxes back down and looking away with a blush and tiny smile.

For once happy to wake up on Christmas morning in years.

“Merry Christmas, Love” Eddie’s arm tightens around his waist as he spoke, pulling him closer.

His face completely breaking out into a smile now. “Yeah?”

Eddie hums and squeezes his waist again, “yeah course, it’s Christmas”

Steve shakes his head, “no, well, yeah it’s Christmas but um, the love thing.” He squeezes his eyes shut and mentally counts to five before turning around to face Eddie, “are you serious? Because I’m, um, starting to think that you’re-”

There’s a smile tugging on Eddie’s lips and he moves his arms to settle back snug around Steve, “In love with you? Yeah, Honeylove. I am, I love you Steve and I would be the happiest man alive if you let me keep you”

Steve’s eyes are watering as he nods and breaks into a breathless laugh, the words bouncing around in his head over and over.

“Yeah, yeah. Please. I love you too”

It brings a bright smile to Eddie’s face that Steve matches, Eddie presses a kiss to his forehead and promises that they’ll share their first kiss once they lose the morning breath and Steve holds him to it.

They’ll get up, brush their teeth and share a soft kiss before walking out to see Wayne busy finishing off some pancakes. They’ll wish him a merry Christmas, enjoy their breakfast together before settling in the living room to watch Christmas movies and unwrap the presents under the tree.

There’s not much; only a few gifts for each of them.

Steve doesn’t even pay much attention to his, he’s really truly happy because his favorite present is currently sitting on the floor in a Santa hat obnoxiously shaking a gift next to his head with a big smile on his face.

It’s the best Christmas he’s had in a long time.

One of my all time favorite tropes is “they’re not dating” and guess what, they weren’t dating at all in this until Christmas 🥰 Eddie was very obviously in love with Steve from the start though, Steve was just a little slow on catching the very point-blank flirting :D

Anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed this sappy piece and it made up for the angst I put you through in the first part. ☺️

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#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #platonic stobin #wayne munson #stranger things #fic #nburkhardt writes #casual possessive Eddie Munson #lol he was calling Steve his from the start and Steve never caught on #Steve gets more than a hug #he gets a BOYFRIEND AND KISSES

[amara-among-the-stars]

Here's day five! Read on AO3 or below! Or both! Both is good!

Dewdrop was ready to shave his hair. Even though he liked his long silvery locks, he was tired of the up keep with them.

Grunting he threw the hair brush on his … not vanity dresser. (It was a vanity. Mist gifted it to him even if its “girly.” Him and Ifrit painted it black with light blues and reds)

Fucking hair. He mused to himself.

He rumbled and sent a text to the group chat asking if someone could come to his room and help with his hair.

Rain was the first to answer and before Dew could reply, his bedroom door was thrown open.

…. Dewdrop totally didn’t jump at that. Shut up.

He sighed when he saw Rain silently approach him, wet hair still sticking to him.

“What’s up honeylove?” Rain asked, pressing himself

against Dew’s chair, moving his hair out of his face.

“Need help brushing my hair. It’s.. tangled to pieces again. I'm about ready to shave it short again.” Dewdrop huffed. He shuddered at the thought. While the stint with him having short hair was cool, never again will Dewdrop have his hair that length.

Rain chuckled and grabbed the hair brush from Dew’s desk and nudged him to lean forward. Rain rummaged through the drawers, pulling out leave in conditioner. Rain sprayed some of the conditioner and worked it through the knots in Dew’s hair, cautiously working the brush through.

Dewdrop closed his eyes and starting purring as Rain’s lithe fingers work their way way through, lightly pulling Dewdrop’s hair into two fishtail braids.

“There you go honeybee. All done. Now, do you want me to sleep in here tonight or do you want to join me and Swiss in our nest?” Rain asked, pointed chin resting on Dew’s shoulder, lightly nosing at his neck, careful to avoid the scarred over gills, to inhale Dewdrop’s cinnamon and clove scent.

Sometimes Rain could also smell a faint scent of salt water on Dewdrop as well and he reveled in it; even if Dew was semi self conscious.

“Uhm. Can. Can I sleep with you and Swiss? Mountain and Aether are still with Copia. And I'm lonely.” Dewdrop confessed. Rain let out a small trill, stepping back to pull Dew towards him. Dew let out a confused chirp, standing up from his stool and looked up at Rain.

Rain grinned and scooped Dew up, earning a surprised yelp as the fire ghoul clung to the water ghoul.

“Cmon baby. Swiss is still in the bath, we can do his hair too.” Rain announced and carried Dewdrop to his and Swiss’ room for more grooming activities, along with other activities

And in the morning, when Dew woke up nice and sore squished between his other partners, he smiled and purred happily

#the band ghost #chi speaks #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #mushy may day 5

[sanguineterrain]

Everytime I see u on my dash I go to re-read (at least) the last chapter of No Such Thing. I miss thoes two knuckleheads ♥

you know what! i miss them too. have a self indulgent drabble babes

~~

“Goddamnsonofabitchmotherfucker--”

Bucky poked his head in the doorway. 

“Problem?”

You shut your laptop, forehead creasing.

“Essays suck. How did you get in here?”

“Hello, Bucky. It’s so good to see you, Bucky. You’re the hottest boyfriend I’ve ever had and I can’t believe I didn’t realize that sooner, Bucky. Just suggestions.”

“How did you get in, smartass?”

He grinned, strolling into your room.

“Tasha just left, said she’s going to Sam’s.” He waggled his brows. “You know what that means.”

“It means they’re not invited on New Year’s for the rest of our lives.”

He tossed his jacket over your desk chair and flopped onto the bed, closing his eyes. You raised a brow. 

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m resting, sweetheart. See how my eyes are closed?”

“And why couldn’t you rest in your own dorm?”

You knew why. Bucky, as you had quickly come to learn over the past month, enjoyed coming over for a very specific reason. 

“Steve’s there. He’s grumpy over his history project.”

“Oh, I see. You poor dear.”

You opened your laptop, returning to the essay from hell, the bane of your existence. Aside from your boyfriend that was too cute for his own damn good, of course. Truthfully, you needed a break too. Somehow, Bucky was always able to sense that, dropping into the library after practice or slipping you donuts from the good café during a school paper meeting.

A few minutes ticked by. You click-clacked on the keyboard, ignoring Bucky’s restlessness. You pursed your lips to keep your smile away; no doubt he was watching every movement, waiting for you to give in.

“Y/N?”

“Hmmm?”

“The essay’ll be there in an hour.”

“Mm, yes, I realize that, Bucky. I have used a computer before, you know.”

“I had a long practice today. It was hard.”

“Oh?” you humored. “Even for the superstar running back?”

“Well,” he sighed dramatically. “‘M still recovering from my injuries. Fury said to rest up.”

“Resting is important. Good thing you’re already doing that.”

“Baby.”

You squared your shoulders. Once Bucky started in with the sweet names, you were done for.

“Work ain’t goin’ anywhere, honeylove.” 

“Your charms don’t work on me, Barnesy. I thought we established that from day one.”

“You should take a break,” Bucky continued, softer, painfully genuine. 

His arm snaked around your ribcage, hand splaying across your hip. 

“That’s interference,” you accused, glancing down at him, which was your first mistake, because apparently every guy in your life had perfected the puppy eyes.

“Ref says... overruled, on account of you not sleeping enough this week and as your amazing heartthrob boyfriend, it’s my duty to get you to take breaks.”

“Heartthrob? Remind me why I put up with you?”

“‘Cause ya love me,” he grinned, all too proud. 

“I have an essay, Bucky.”

“I’ll write it for you.”

“That is a brazen falsity.”

“My little English major,” he cooed, closing your screen and coaxing the computer out of your hands. “Gonna write your big bestsellers and dedicate ‘em to me?”

“Not little,” you grumbled, all but melting when Bucky eased you down next to him, somehow folding his tree-trunk physique around you. “And there won’t be any bestsellers to dedicate if I don’t submit assignments.”

See, Bucky Barnes, as you’d come to learn, was a cuddler. The poster boy for it, really. It wasn’t uncommon for him to show up at your dorm after a practice to crash. Some days, like today, it took a little cajoling on his part.

“Sweetheart, you’ve been working yourself to the bone. I promise a little catnap won’t hurt ya. C’mon, tell me you ain’t sleepy.”

“I’m not--” you yawned, “--sleepy.”

“I’ll wake you up, promise. Don’t I always?”

Bucky kissed the inside of your neck, nose tracing up to your jaw as he snuggled you further into his chest. You sighed, finally releasing the tension you’d been holding today. 

“Thank you,” you murmured, turning to blindly press a kiss on his lips but landing on his chin. “Think I might keep you ‘round.”

Bucky chuckled, nodding into your head.

“Good to hear, doll.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #no such thing #drabble #me projecting and writing nst bucky cuddling reader? it's more likely than u think

[noctumbra]

yes hi i want beefy bucky to fuck me stupid while someone else is watching (maybe even several people lol why not) and to remind me that they can watch all they want but i am only his and only he can touch me and only he can make me feel this good and also after he fills me up, he'll spread my legs to show the other how his cum spills out of me HAVE A NICE DAY HEHEHE

I'M 😩 FUCK YOU HOENNIE 😩😩😩 HOW ARE YOU OMG 😩

it's my exhibitionism kink showing ssssh

OOF imagine beefy!bucky fucking you in front of your ex.

"he can't fuck you like i can. that's why you broke up with him, haven't ya honey?" his hips are slapping against yours aggressively, but all of the assaults feel like a soft caress against your skin because he's in so deep. he's been fucking for so long and so damn good—

"lookit her," you hear him talking but you don't care about to who. "she's cockdrunk. does it hurt," he cuts himself off to moan throatily because you are getting close and your walls are tightening around him dangerously tight. "fuck, kitten," bucky chuckles, amused. "does it hurt to see her getting pleasure drunk on someone else's cock? hm? does it make you jealous that i have her now? that i make her feel this good? and only me?"

bucky's near snarling, his cock is stroking your walls so perfectly, making you tremble in his arms, under his huge body—

"god," bucky groans loud and long. "shit, fuck, honeylove." he chuckles again but into your ear this time. "you love it don't you," he says, it comes out as a statement more than a question. "you love it that he's watching you losing your mind on my cock. not his. mine."

you whimper and nod vigorously. "yes, yes, yeah— oh fuck!" with a harsh bite on your shoulder, you come around his cock. your walls close around his hard shaft, making him curse and grunt and buck his hips for a couple times uncontrollably.

after only ten seconds, bucky laughs. it sounds dark, you note. "she's mine, don't you see?" you whimper and barely manage to open your eyes. you see your ex's angry eyes snapping at yours. you can see the jealousy burning in those green eyes and you smile.

"and he's mine," you say all the looking at his eyes. then, you turn your head to bucky. "aren't you, daddy?"

with a dangerous growl, he approved and you are being carried out of the room to a private room.

"i'm not letting that prick see my princess drool because her daddy makes her feel a good."

your only response is a delighted giggle before your daddy pounces on you.

#answered asks #beefy bucky #beefy bucky barnes x reader

[satan-was-a-writer]

Good morning, honeylove!

After my most recent writing piece I have lost motivation to do anything. (I know this happens too often I'm sorry)

So I'll be taking a break for a little bit.

Whether that be a day or the rest of the year, I don't know.

- Salem

#salem says words

[carloswilliamcarlos]

Good morning honey, did you enjoy last night? I hope I made up for Saturday. You seemed to be enjoying yourself, the way you called me a good boy when you were all slumped over me gripping the headboard after the 3rd time I made you cum on my tongue made my heart feel like it was going to burst. I hope you have a good day today, I know for a fact that “you’re such a good boy, Pat” is going to be the only thing getting me through my route today.

You are a good boy, Pat. The best, in fact.

You always make me feel like my heart is going to burst. Just when I think there’s no way you can make me feel any better than you already have, you send me through the fucking roof. I would apologize for swearing, but after the absolute filth you had me rambling last night, I don’t think you’ll mind 👀

And just in case that wasn’t enough to get you through your route today, just imagine the way I’ll be dropping to my knees for you as soon as you walk through the door to say thank you and I love you and to remind you just what a sweet boy you are for me 😇

I’ll be thinking about you all day until then. Have a great Monday, honeylove xo

#pat anon #when i tell you u got me FUCKED up #pat anon cinematic universe

[rosesisupposes]

24 and 49 with sleepality (patton/remy)?

24“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”  and49 “Safety first.” “What are you? FIVE?”

word count: 859

warnings: alcohol

Every kindergartner knows one fact very well: teachers don’t exist outside of school. They definitely live there, all the time. And there is nothing they do that their students’ tiny minds can’t picture.

Remy Sanders has lost track of how many times he’s thanked the stars above that Patton’s kiddos are wrong. Particularly when he and his husband take advantage of summer vacation and jet off to new locations, every year.

This year was the beach on a Caribbean island, with white sands and blue seas and a private guesthouse that was secluded from the rest of the resort by a rippling brook and dark green palm trees.

It was the third day of vacation, so Patton had yet to adjust from teacher hours. Remy woke with a small groan as Patton wriggled his way out bed to throw open the outside doors. The horizon greeted them both, a perfectly balanced view of sand and sea and sky.

“G’morning, daydream,” Patton said as he saw Remy stretching. “Did I wake you up?”

“Yes,” Remy said grumpily.

“I’m sorry, honeylove,” his husband said, returning to the mess of white linen to kiss him on the cheek. “I didn’t mean to.” He kissed him on the forehead, and nose, and finally placed a soft peck right on Remy’s lips.

“It’s okay,” Remy mumbled, melting into Patton’s touch like always. “I just love my beauty sleep.”

“Then clearly it’s time to wake you up! If you get any prettier I may just explode!” Patton said, grinning as he pulled down the covers and scooped up his lanky husband into his arms. He may have been a full foot shorter than the elegant fashionista, but he was all muscles and soft skin and could easily dance around their room carrying the taller man. Which he didn’t, of course. Because that would mean that Remy was a softie. Which he most certainly was not. He had a reputation as Demanding-But-Brilliant Bitch to keep up.

And so Remy was definitely not half-naked and blushing as Patton carried him through their hotel room to the table by the window. “Hmmm, mimosas or spritzers?” he asked as he deposited Remy in a chair, moving behind him to rub his neck.

“Isn’t it a bit early to start drinking, my lovely?” Remy drawled, looking up at the bouncing curls that fanned out around Pat’s face.

“It’s vacation! Happy hour is always. Because I’m always happy when I’m with you!” Patton cooed. “What can I get you?”

“Hun, I’m not drinking before the sun’s fully up.”

“Okay then, what can I get me! Spritzer, I think!”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka,” Remy said, pulling Patton into his lap.

But then Patton looked up at him with huge, warm brown eyes and said, “Just one?”

And one spritzer had turned into two, and a teasing liquor-soaked raspberry popped into Remy’s mouth had convinced him to have “maybe half” of another…

Someday, if they were married 50 years, Patton might finally remember that he was both a) tiny and b) had about a third of Remy’s tolerance. And someday, Remy might finally remember that he was utterly and entirely unable to deny his husband anything, particularly when he smiled and kissed his cheek softly.

And the ocean was so beautiful and sparkling, and Patton had started bouncing around remembering boogie-boards of his childhood until Remy called the resort and asked for two to be sent to their guest house. The resort was adults-only, so it took them a while, but anything for Remy, designed of the R●E●M label, VIP Guest and notoriously difficult to please.

And now they were ankle-deep in glistening waters with brightly-colored boards in tow. Remy paused a moment to take in the view, and so had all of a second’s warning as Patton grinned and splashed him.

“Hey!”

“I gotchuuu,” Patton giggled. “Gotchu good!”

Remy tried to grab his husband’s wrist, but Patton was splashing away, laughing at Remy’s indignant, dripping face.

“That’s it!” Remy yelled, chasing after him and trying to splash back. Running through shallow water was difficult, and within a few steps Patton was on his boogie board swimming through the deeper water.

Remy finally caught up, still tipsy and soaking in sun and salt water, but no longer bent on revenge.

“Pat, you don’t have your board’s cuff on!” he admonished.

“Mmmm, don’ need it,” Patton mumbled, relaxing as he floated. “‘M such a good swimmer, you don’ even know.”

“Safety first, Pat,” Remy said, straight-faced.

“What are you, five?” his husband snorted back.

“Course not, I’m a ten, and you’re even more perfect, which is why I’m not letting your cute butt fall off your board,” he responded, swimming over to attach the velcro cuff  around Patton’s wrist himself.

Patton rolled his eyes and kissed Remy on the forehead. “Mmmm, you’re salty!” he said, licking the saltwater off his lips.

“It’s not just a personality trait, it’s a lifestyle, babes,” Remy replied, grinning. He kissed Patton’s cheek, then his forehead, then his lips, all hot sun and seawater and lingering fruitiness.

It was going to be another amazing vacation.

[Prompts closed!] [Prompt from this list]

#sleepality #remy sanders #patton sanders #remy x patton #prompt fill #do it for dani #notveryglittery #my smol sass son #my smol soft son #sanders sides fanfiction

[killinbills]

Briar’s makeup routine (and yours) products pls

this is my favourite question ever i love makeup!!!!!!!!!! also pls bear in mind briar’s is gonna be partly based off of mine lol (also im talking about clueless!briar bc that’s who im writing now xo)

right ok so

briar:

wouldn’t wear foundation (maybe for special occasions) bc she has lots of freckles and also fairly good skin,, she’d probably use concealer for the little stuff but she wouldn’t wear foundation on a daily basis

would only really wear eyeshadow for special occasions?? on a normal day she would normally just wear mascara (bc her grandparents are well off im guessing she’s got some expensive mascara that would’ve been super popular in the nineties, or like idk one that’s popular in the wizarding world)

it’s the nineties so no eyebrows but idk maybe she uses like an eyebrow gel just to keep them in place

she’d have a creme sheen sort of lipstick that’s pink and glossy, sort of just to give herself a little bit of colour to her lips

maybe bronzer but sparingly

i think the thing is,,,, briar would wear a lot of makeup but on a daily basis she wouldn’t really bother??

right ok so for me:

i don’t wear foundation bc i have a lot of freckles (this is where im coming from w briar lol) (also her original face claim freya was super freckly and i imagine for clueless lily with lots of freckles) but i use the wet n wild megaglo makeup stick concealer bc it’s literally £2 and it works just as good as the benefit one tbh but it lasts so much longer (i use a brush and bc of that i don’t use that much product??)

for eyebrows i use the benefit goofproof pencil (think in shade 2) and when i bought it last it came in this set with the other pencil (precisely my brow??) and an eyebrow gel (basically the pencil itself is around £19 and the set was £30 so like for an extra ten pounds you got two more products so i got it to try them out) and sometimes i use them, like the precisely my brow pencil is thinner so sometimes i use to define my eyebrows a lil bit more.

i have…. a lot of eyeshadow palettes lol. the one i use the most is the blood sugar palette from jeffree star and like,,, it’s a fuckin god send it’s so good. on a normal basis though i use one of the contour shades from my contour palette as eyeshadow bc they’re more neutral and it’s a little quicker. normally what i do is that i’ll use the contour palette as the main colour, then the shade ‘glucose’ from blood sugar for the inner part of my eyelid (not inner corner) and if im feeling fancy the shade ‘sweetener’ in the middle part of my eyelid for some glitter. if im going fancy fancy i’ll use the mac dazzleshadow liquid glitter in the shade ‘blinking brilliant’ sort of as if it’s a winged eyeliner?? only it doesn’t wing out, it sort of just lifts on the outer part of my eye (the glitter’s literally ginger i love it lol) OH and also i have the veronica mac archie’s girls palette and sometimes i use that bc it’s all purple and it looks pretty with my brown eyes

for contour i use the anastasia contour palette (the powder one) and i tend to use the middle contour shade, which is the cool toned one. pls use cool tones for your contour it looks more natural lol

mascara!!!!!!!!! right ok SO you NEED to curl your eyelashes i swear to god any mascara can be a good one if you curl your eyelashes!! for mascara i use the too faced better than sex mascara (it’s expensive but so worth it!!!) and for lower lashes i use the benefit bad gal mascara (i got a tester ages ago so it doesn’t have much product in anymore,, so basically i use it so my lower lashes aren’t as full on as my top ones)

INNER CORNER!!! this is a staple!!!!! so i use the wet n wild white eyeliner, put it in my inner corner and smudge it a little bit with my finger to blend it, and then i use the jeffree star highlighter in ice cold to make it super super super white. sometimes i don’t put eyeshadow on and just do this and like,, you still look good

i don’t wear eyeliner but i do use it in the waterline. on the bottom i use the wet n wild one and one the top waterline (if that’s what it’s called) i sometimes use an urban decay pencil in this dark purple colour?? you can’t really tell it’s purple but i know it’s there lol

for highlighter i use the jeffree star one i mentioned (i’ve had it for literally three years and it’s still going strong it’s so worth the money) also i’ve got the liquid frost in the bone white colour and i don’t use it on my face but if i’m going out i’ll use it on my shoulders and my collar bone and ugh it looks Good pls put highlighter on your shoulders it looks so pretty in the light

lipstick!!! i don’t really suit much so i just get lipsticks that are similar to my natural lip colour??? so i always always use this lil pot of vaseline with cocoa butter before putting on lipstick and i recommend that one specifically 100%. for lipsticks i use: mac peach blossom (sheer pink but it’s v cute and my favourite one ever), jeffree star liquid lip in birthday suit, mac honeylove (literally it’s the same colour the jeffree star one is before it oxidises and ugh i love it), too faced lip injection gloss, and also i’ve got one of the mac cinderella lipsticks

i think that’s everything??? can i just say rn i really love makeup and like i buy more expensive stuff because i want to spend my money on it?? a lot of it i’ve had for a while now like i bought a lot over the past couple years and now i’m at a point where i have everything i need so i don’t buy that much anymore. but yeah!!!!!!!!

ask me questions!!

#i fuckin love makeup you guys #this is such a ramble but like i have too many thoughts about this #pls curl your eyelashes and put lots of highlighter in your inner corner #also peach blossom by mac is my favourite lipstick of all time #also better than sex mascara!!!!!! i would sell my soul for it #also!!!! eyebrow pencils are better than powder u dont realise until u make the change #asks

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[quentinsquill]

Fic: “Sweet Like a Peach” (The Magicians)

Sweet Like a Peach

Author: Lexalicious70

Fandom: The Magicians

Pairing: Quentin/Eliot

Warnings: NSFW for graphic sexual content. Canon character death 

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2,262

Summary: During the mosaic quest, Quentin and Eliot reexamine their relationship as they face an uncertain future after the death of Quentin’s wife.

A/N: I don’t own The Magicians, it owns me. Heart and soul. This is just for fun. Comments and kudos are magic and as always, enjoy!

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15292065

 Sweet Like a Peach

By Lexalicious70

 Eliot woke up all at once, the jangling, discordant noise outside the small cottage pulling him out of his dreams. He sat up in the darkness and then heard it again—the sound of mosaic tiles breaking.

 “Shit . . .” Eliot tossed on the soft cotton robe Arielle had made for him the year before and padded barefoot across the floor before opening the front door, ignoring the blast of night air that gusted against his face. About twenty feet away, Quentin was kicking down stacks of tiles they’d made a few hours earlier, the first day they’d done any work on the mosaic since Arielle’s death two months earlier. She’d died during childbirth, and the little daughter she and Quentin had looked so forward to welcoming had been stillborn as well. The loss had devastated Quentin, and with four-year-old Rupert to look after in his mother’s absence, Eliot had put the mosaic quest aside. He and Quentin had made some sorting headway that afternoon, but now the tiles were skidding across the finished areas like curling stones. One rose into the air, glittering in the moonlight, and landed with a muted thump near the tool shed they’d built together a few years earlier. Eliot ran barefoot across the yard and grabbed Quentin’s arm.

 “Q, stop it! What are you doing?”

 Quentin yanked his arm away and continued to kick at any tiles he could find.

 “It’s all shit! This is all shit, it doesn’t mean anything, it’s fucking shit and I’m done with it!” He slammed one of the tiles into the side of the shed. Orange fragments flew like porcelain shrapnel and Eliot shielded his face.

 “Quentin, stop it!” Eliot grabbed the shorter man’s arm and turned him. Quentin’s expression was a mad whirl of fury, grief and confusion. Tear tracks cut through a fine layer of dirt, and his hands and the knees of his linen pants were dark with soil as well—the same they’d used to bury Arielle and the baby. “What are you doing?” Eliot asked, and Quentin glared up at him.

 “I’m putting an end to this bullshit! It’s all for nothing! I’m not letting magic or time or whatever it is that’s leading us down this pointless path control us anymore!”

 “We’re doing it to bring back magic—”

 “Fuck magic! I wish I’d never heard of magic or Fillory or Brakebills or any of it!” Quentin pushed him hard and Eliot stumbled back, more out of surprise than anything else. “Fuck all of it! Fuck, fuck!” Quentin turned to aim another kick at a stack of blue tiles, and Eliot marched forward. He wrapped both arms around Quentin and lifted him off his feet. Quentin shrieked and cursed and kicked, but Eliot’s size and strength won out. He barely ducked as Quentin kicked over the tall observation chair they’d built to look at the mosaic from a bird’s-eye view and it struck the ground with flat thump. Knowing he’d wake Rupert if he took Quentin inside, he carried the younger man over to the other side of the mosaic and sat them down on a patterned blanket that Arielle had woven in much happier times. Quentin continued to struggle and Eliot didn’t try to stop him. He sat with Quentin practically in his lap, taking blows to his hips and legs until the younger magician was spent and his curses dissolved into deep, gasping sobs. Eliot rested his chin on Quentin’s left shoulder and rocked him.

 “I know, Q. It’s all right. Shhhhh . . .”

 Quentin sobbed for nearly ten minutes and when they finally tapered off, he mopped his face with his shirtsleeve like a tired child and shifted off Eliot’s lap to face his friend.

 “I’m sorry,” He said, his voice hoarse. “I shouldn’t have hit you.”

 “You were angry. I understand.” Eliot conjured a bowl of cool, fresh water and a soft cloth. Quentin sniffled, his fury spent, and sat still as Eliot wet the cloth, wrung it out, and wiped Quentin’s face with the same gentle strokes he used on Rupert after the boy was done eating.

 “And I didn’t mean what I said. About magic, or Brakebills.”

 “I know.”

 “Because then I wouldn’t have met you,” Quentin said as Eliot finger combed the tangles from his hair and smoothed it back. “And I can’t imagine what my life would be like without you. This life or the one we lived before.”

 “The several dozen we lived before,” Eliot smiled. Quentin nodded.

 “I’m so sorry. I just—I went to visit the gravesite thinking I’d be okay, that I could finally look at it but thinking about Arielle and Grace . . . and how Grace never even got to draw a breath—it just all seems to fucking unfair, El. And I know that you’ve always said life isn’t fair, but . . . I just have to wonder how much this quest is going to take out of us before it’s all over. You cared about Arielle too; God, you dug their graves because I couldn’t. You must be so tired of cleaning up after me.”

 Eliot reached out with the cloth and wiped the last of the dirt from Quentin’s chin.

 “Oh, Q. Who else is going to follow you around the multiverse to try and keep you out of trouble? Although I may have done it for the wide array of fabulous outfits.”

 Quentin stared at his friend for a few moments and then Eliot was catching him in his arms, gasping in surprise, as Quentin kissed him hard on the mouth. Eliot’s hands plunged into Quentin’s hair as the younger man claimed his mouth over and over, the kisses eager and messy and full of feeling. When Quentin pulled away, Eliot started to speak but Quentin shook his head.

 “No talking now. Talking makes me think and I don’t want to think right now, I just want to feel, I want to feel something other than grief and fear and—and I love you, El . . .” He lifted his linen shirt over his head and tossed it aside before lightly tackling Eliot back onto the blanket as Eliot’s head spun with awe and Quentin’s scent, so familiar, filled his senses. The young magician’s clever hands slid under Eliot’s nightshirt, the skin of his palms slightly rough from months of handling the mosaic tiles, and rasped against Eliot’s nipples. Eliot’s breath caught on sensation.

 “Q!”

 Emboldened, Quentin tugged the nightshirt up and traced the pattern of Eliot’s dark chest hair with both hands while his full lips did devastating things to his neck. A muttered spell had them both nude a moment later and they rolled and tussled on the blanket, hands exploring, stroking, delighting in what they found. Eliot felt the press of Quentin’s erection against his upper left leg, the head leaving wet pearls of fluid there and he reached for it, but it slid away. Quentin’s long hair tickled the sensitive skin there a moment later, falling forward in two tawny curtains as he leaned over Eliot’s lap. Eliot’s hips twisted and thrust upward as Quentin’s warm breath wafted over the head of his cock.

 “Q, are you sure—”

 “Shut up, El,” Quentin murmured and negated further discussion by sucking the head of Eliot’s erection into his mouth. Eliot’s amber eyes widened and his own mouth dropped open.

 “Fuck! Jesus fuck, Q!” He plunged his hands into Quentin’s hair and checked the thrust of his hips, knowing the younger man wasn’t experienced enough to take too much too fast. Sense memory flickered through him—something he barely remembered but had longed for ever since. But there were no spells between them now, no veiled curtain of booze and magic. It was just the two of them, wrapped in nothing but the night air, and it filled Eliot with a kind of giddy joy. He tugged on Quentin’s hair, who responded by taking as much cock as he could into his mouth, making a wet seal with his lips. He began to suck on Eliot’s cock as if enjoying a particularly delicious popsicle on a summer day, his right hand, palming what he couldn’t fit in his mouth. The long muscles in Eliot’s thighs quivered and tensed as Quentin made wet, needy sounds around his erection.

 “Fuck, fuck . . . Q, I’m going to come . . .” Eliot moaned, wanting to give his less experienced lover a warning, but it only seemed to spur Quentin on. His fingers sheathed the shaft of Eliot’s cock and gave it firm, quick tugs that made Eliot’s balls throb and tighten. His hips rolled and Quentin pulled off him with a slurp, his dark eyes shiny with arousal, the pupils blown wide. He licked his lips.

 “I—I want—” He stammered, his former boldness failing him, and Eliot nodded.

 “Yes, me too. But here, let me show you.” He pulled Quentin forward and rolled him over onto his back. His own cock wept continuously and he used the slick to coat himself before giving Quentin’s cock a few wet tugs as well. Eliot straddled his lover, rose up, and positioned himself before sinking down on Quentin’s erection. Quentin’s mouth dropped open as Eliot’s velvet heat settled around him.

 “Oh—”

 Eliot smiled and reveled at the feel of being filled. Despite whatever sexual shortcomings Quentin thought he had, Eliot didn’t recognize any, especially with the delicious way the head of Quentin’s cock was grinding against his prostate as he slid down to the shaft. He arched his back and began to ride Quentin’s hardon as he guided the younger man’s right hand to his cock.

 “Find the rhythm, Q . . . good, that’s it, oh, just like that, honeylove . . .” Eliot moaned as Quentin began to move his hand, stroking up as Eliot thrusted downward in a blood-boiling contrast of sensation. He squeezed Quentin as he impaled himself over and over and watched Quentin jack him, which sent pulses of arousal through his groin. Quentin writhed beneath him, tiny mewling sounds escaping his throat, and then his eyes rolled and closed as he shuddered and spent himself deep inside Eliot’s tight heat.

 “God, Q—fuck!” Eliot gasped at the hot flood and he ground himself against Quentin until the tension in his lower abdomen and the shaft of his cock unwound all at once in a dizzying release. He shot up onto his trembling belly and coated Quentin’s hand as well, and the mingled scent of their fluids created something Eliot wanted to wrap around them like one of Arielle’s blankets. He rode out the waves of pleasure until the pulses faded and rose up, letting Quentin slide free. Quentin looked up at him, and Eliot’s heart skipped a beat when he saw tears in his lover’s eyes.

 “Q, what is it?” He rolled to one side and sat up. “Is it because of what we just did?”

 Quentin shook his head and wiped at his eyes.

 “No . . . I wanted to, El. Arielle and I—we used to talk about it. Inviting you into the marriage, I mean. We just never knew how to approach it.” He sighed. “She liked you a lot and always said how were a second dad to Rupert.”

 “I liked her too, Q. Very much.” He slid an arm around Quentin. “Now tell me why you’re crying.”

 “I—I guess it’s a lot of things? I still miss Arielle, I’m worried how I’m going to raise Rupert without her, and relief that you didn’t reject me.”

 “Q, why the hell would you expect me to reject you?”

 “Because that’s what I did to you. You know—before. And I thought maybe I’d fucked up badly enough that you might not give me a second chance. Because that’s what I want, El. I meant what I said before. You—you’re my family and I love you.”

 Eliot flashed the younger man a grin and drew him down onto the blankets.

 “I love you too, you silly, wonderful creature!” He pushed Quentin’s hair from his eyes. “I suppose I have from the moment you stared up at me at the entrance to Brakebills in that awful shirt and tie, looking like the world’s cutest lost puppy.”

 “They weren’t that awful.”

 “They were from Ross, Q!”

 Quentin shifted over until he could rest his head on Eliot’s chest.

 “I’m sorry I fucked up the tiles,” he said, and Eliot shook his head.

 “We’ll tackle it together in the morning.”

 “Together,” Quentin murmured, giving himself over to sleep. Eliot stroked his hair until Quentin’s breathing evened out and rolled him into his arms to spoon him instead. His fair skin was soft against Eliot’s bare arms, his long hair soft and sweet smelling.

 We’re a family, Eliot thought to himself as he dropped off to sleep.

 He never felt the whisper of a kiss on his forehead, but Quentin smiled in his sleep as a breeze that smelled like peaches wafted over them both.

 End

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21 - HRisco, please.

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

—••—

They’d been driving for days, they had to. There were rumors California had the cure. Aytch had been scratched and Cisco hadn’t stopped driving since. His condition hadn't changed, not that he'd shown anyway. The only difference was that he was quieter, didn't talk as much, didn't point out the green in the trees. Cisco gave half-hearted grunts in response. His eyes were ahead on the road but it was clear that wasn't where Cisco's head was at, HR could point that out miles away, way before this mess.

"Francisco." HR's voice was soft, never cutting, never stabbing through silence, always gently easing into it. Cisco arched a brow but didn't look away from the road. "California has the cure. They have good doctors there. I made a promise I intend to keep."

"If you wanted to keep that promise, you wouldn't have been scr-" Cisco's voice caught and he swallowed it down, talking through gritted teeth. "I told you to get out of there. I had it under control."

"Please Francisco, I know you're angry. If I hadn't done that, you wouldn't be here." Cisco's grip tightened on the steering wheel.

"We don't know that."

HR shifted, looking out the window, it had just turned dusk but Cisco flicked the beams on the headlights to see. "Where do you suppose we are, San Francisco?" HR gently set his hand on Cisco's thigh, just a reminder. Whether painful or loveable, HR wasn't sure, but a reminder he was there nevertheless.

"Somewhere in Montana. We're still getting the seasons, we haven't hit California yet. Looks like rain."

"We loved the rain."

"That was when we had an apartment. And jobs. Lives, friends, dates, a reason to......No one to fight." Cisco sighed out to focus his anger, there wasn't time for it now. They could drive a few more miles before needing to siphon gas from abandoned vehicles.

——

Light tapping started hitting the roof of their new car; they siphoned only to discover a crack in the engine. Instead they stole and hotwired a full tank while keeping their spare gallons of gas in the trunk. Stealing didn't bother Cisco anymore, it'd become survival, survival was key to helping a new future.

HR stirred from the back seat where he was stretched, a crack of light following by a smack of thunder woke him fully. "Honey, pull the car over."

HR sat up, rubbing his face that had gotten pale and sweaty. He wasn't sure if that was the scratch, or the heater of the car. Either way, he chose to ignore it.

"No, we're making good distance." Cisco glanced back at him, just to give him a fast once over.

"Please, Francisco." HR just watched him, moving to rub the back of his neck. "It'll feel good."

"We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” Cisco flicked his hair to get HR's hand off. It worked.

"Yes." He nodded, moving to roll the window down.

Cisco watched him stick his head out, despite himself he smiled. It reminded him of why he fell in love. HR didn't care, he wanted something and he's find a way to get it. It's how he woo'd Cisco. Constant persistence, flowers delivered, sweets dropped off, lunches, coffees, surprises. All at Cisco's work. Cisco said yes the forty-third time HR asked. He hated it took forty-two times. He should have accepted on the first.

The car slowed and pulled over on the highway, Cisco shut the lights off and grabbed his gun; after checking the ammo he opened the door and stepped out, HR doing the same.

HR kept his hat and scarf in the car, moving to pull his shirt and jacket off, letting the rain bathe him.

Cisco pulled his hair down but squeezed it together to hold behind his hand with the water.  He watched as HR dropped his head back and run his hands through his hair; his eyes closed as he smiles and laughs, as if he's not about to die, rot, force Cisco to say goodbye and live alone.

HR stood straight and looked at Cisco, stepping forward to hold his face, the rain still washing as the sky flashed and lit with electric streaks. Somehow, HR's voice eased through all the noise of mother nature.

"I may never feel this again." HR sniffed, Cisco just noticed his eyes were red from crying. "Not just the rain. But you, my Francisco. The one and only person for me." His thumbs stroked his cheekbones, he could feel Cisco's jaw shaking.

"I'm going to find a doctor. Make a cure." Cisco was determined, he didn't want to hear this. He heard this from his brother, Barry, Caitlin. He lost them all. HR was supposed to be different. Dumb, stupid, a handful, but different.

HR nodded, fingertips gently pushing in as if to hold him tighter. "I know you are, my love. Of course you are." HR just smiled, exhaling a laugh. "Let's just....feel the rain, together. One more time before California." His voice was desperate, he tried to not let it be.

Cisco smacked his head into HR's chest, arms around him as he held him, he couldn't do it, not here. He broke down, crying hard against his already wet skin, the sound drowned out by the thunder. "I'm going to save you."

"Oh, my honeylove. You have saved me more times than I could count." HR kissed his head, arms staying around him.

He stood there as long as time allowed, memorizing the feel of Cisco, his height, weight against him, the feel of his breathing until they couldn't anymore. When the sounds of former humanity grew louder than mother nature, they loaded back in the car and Cisco hit the gas.

He was going to save him. That was a fact in his head, HR was going to see the return of humankind. He was going to help teach newborns and children and help them grow up in a world without fear, Cisco couldn't live in a world without that future.

#bet you didn't expect post apocalyptic au when to sent that ask #and tbh neither did I till I wrote the first line #also this was written at work and during dinner on my phone #I'm ignoring packing for my trip #Anyway I hope you liked this #you can make up the rest of what happens to HR but I have an idea #I just didn't want to write it out it would have taken too long #hrisco #drumsticks #engineer #hrisco au #purplecyborgnewt #thank you so much for this!!!!! #answers #my writing

[babyyhoneyydarling]

You seem so shaken up, honeylove. You poor thing, you worry me. Do you need a hug, angel? ♥️

i’m sorry i don’t mean to worry you 🥺 yes please, i’d love a hug. i’m sorry to make you worried, especially since you didn’t have such a good day today.

#♥️ nonnie

[glossedchaos]

hi honeylove, how are you? i've missed popping in but i just wanted to say i hope you're having a good day and staying hydrated. you are so beautiful and my favourite type of angel, happy international womens day 🤍 - 🧚🏽‍♀️

omggggg i’m so sorry i was late to this but omg ilysm thank you bby🥺🥺

[satan-was-a-writer]

thank you so much for making my request the not enough for bela one, i really liked it alot and made me happier, i'm a sucker for things like angst and such, i hope you won't mind me sending in more of those kind of request, anyway have a good day honeylove <33

I'm glad you liked it! Since you're going to be around...You need a nickname! So I can differentiate you from the other anons!

How does Assez sound?

Assez is Enough in French. (Pronounced As-Aye)

You're Assez now. Too late. That's what your requests will be labelled with.

Have a good day as well!

- Salem

#salem says words #Assez