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puppy-byun · 22 minutes ago
No Catching Feelings | Masterlist
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pairing: Hyunjin x Reader
rating: 18+
word count: 48.8k 
genre: smut / enemies to lovers / fake dating / semi social media au
summary: Even though Hyunjin and you would rather kill each other than be civil, somehow you end up being the person forced to help him with his peculiar girl troubles. Secretly you’re sure Jisung forced you to fake-date just to watch the chaos ensue.
disclaimer: English is not my native language, you know the drill. 
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maandarinee · an hour ago
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James, Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Peter Lukas, Not-Them Danny Stoker Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Location: Somewhere Else (The Magnus Archives), Time Travel, Not A Fix-It, Light Angst, Canon-Typical Worms (The Magnus Archives), Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, Codependency, Loyalty, Devotion, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Monsters in love, Dark Martin Blackwood, Monster Martin Blackwood, Archivist Martin Blackwood, Beholding Avatar Martin Blackwood, Lonely Avatar Martin Blackwood, Spiral Avatar Martin Blackwood, Web Avatar Martin Blackwood, Desolation Avatar Martin Blackwood, Dark Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Monster Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Entity!Jon Summary:
"There was a man in the tunnels. He was able to move through the worms unhindered, untouched. The man rounded the corner to where a circular doorway made of worms was writhing into existence. Gently, unbothered by the busy squirming around him, the man put his hand on the softly pulsing surface inside the circle. For a brief moment, it looked as if there was a hand pressing against his from the other side. “Soon, love,” the man breathed." - Jon promised they'd be together, but when Martin arrives Somewhere Else, he is alone. He doesn't intend to keep it that way. He will get Jon back, no matter what.
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arcanedusk · 2 hours ago
[ Metroid ]
It is is a blessing she cannot speak.
What would words do, anyway? Nobody was there when she screamed for help.
Why would anybody listen now?
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little-piece-of-tamlin · 2 hours ago
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eskel/Jaskier | Dandelion, Triss Merigold/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Eskel (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Triss Merigold, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Lambert (The Witcher), Vesemir (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Get Together, bakery/flower shop au, baker Eskel, flowershop employee jaskier, minor trissefer, they’re himbos ur honour Summary:
“The garden surrounding the small house is in terrible shape, the stone-lined path leading to the porch almost invisible from the tall grass. He knows the clean-up will be messy, but the house itself is in good condition, and the plot was relatively cheap. It’s a dream come true that he was able to finally move out of his mousehole of a flat in the city centre.” Renovating the garden of his new house is a task Eskel is happy to take on. Even moreso, since Jaskier, the terribly handsome worker at the plant nursery is happy to help out.
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murderride · 3 hours ago
An Exercise in Patience (437 words) by cutterjohns Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Karl Heisenberg & Salvatore Moreau Characters: Karl Heisenberg, Salvatore Moreau Additional Tags: Character Study, Drabble, Swearing, Brotherly Bonding, Friendship, Headcanon, Complicated Relationships Summary:
The only thing creepier than his brother’s mommy issues, Karl thinks, are his moments of lucidity. Because for someone who prides himself on showmanship as much as Heisenberg does, he’s never really liked feeling seen.
Or, Heisenberg and Moreau go fishing.
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deerntheheadlights · 10 hours ago
do you have a beta for your work?
Nope! I'm putting my English Literature degree to good use writing fanfic lmao.
I can usually catch any glaring issues myself, but I do have a friend who I'll occasion send things to just to make sure that what I thought made sense in my head actually makes sense to someone else. But no, not any sort of official beta who reads everything I write before I post it.
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athenasdragon · 12 hours ago
I haven’t written any fic at all since October and less than 1k words of fic total in the last year due to awful writer’s block and academic burnout, so I’m really enjoying these crisp 400 words of Uprooted fic I just wrote
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faintingcouchguy · 12 hours ago
last night in a dream I got shaken to my core by an art installation that began with the artist’s voiceover (possibly just in my head??) saying “when we find out that God looks like Hell art starts to ask something different of us” and it carried the exact weight of those tumblr posts where Barack Obama says intense shit in people’s dreams
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toomanycharacterselects · 13 hours ago
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Fizzarolli randomly pops his head around the corner, “You ̹a͙͎lm͓o̟̘s̭̗t̳̫ sai͍͖d̥͚ ̟̠̹yo̼͓͉u̼̘ lo̬̣̗v͙ed ͇̘m͚̤e.͙̣̘”
Mammon suppresses a groan, “Correction. I almost said I loathe you, but I can see where you might have misinterpret.”
“O͔̫̙ooo̩͔oh̖̗̯ ͓̤yo͈u̗̳̲’̠̫r̟e̖̳̮ ͍͙̤a̬͔ ̳h̳̱͙o̥̤̲r̟r̪ible l͔i̜̻̱a̮r͎̮,̠̺̹ ̞B̝̫̳ig͉ ͉͕M͉̺̰.̮̭̥ ̮̜A̳̯ͅr̗e̜n͚̣’t y̯̪͔a̖͚ a̯̜̙lw̝ays ̩̟te̤l̗̱l̩in’̫ ̦m͓e ̘i̠t͕ ̮pa͇̰̪ys̮͕ ͖͉̝t̯̫̱o ̬̦͉be̱̝ ̮͓̥h̙̼on͙͉̞es̫͎͚t rath̦̱e͖̥r ͕li̟̹e?̭̳͖ Just͙ ̟͓adm͈it̹ i̭t̙̺. Y͍̠̻ou͓̫͕ ̙̞were ͎almoṣ̘͍t ̼go̜̞nn̠a̳̰ s͍͖̠a̪y͉ lov̹e.̞̝”
“I wasn’t. End of story. Continue to bother me and see where it gets you.”
“Alrig͕̺ht͙̺, al̲̝ri̘̯gḥ͕͔t͍̤̣,͎ ̱͔͇a͓͙̮l̦rig̝h̭̖t̩̳̲.̼̭ You ͇̙ca̠̘n ̮̯s̗ay̟͕ ͓͙͎th͙̯ḁ͖t ̖̣̦a͙͇l̞̱l̮̹̭lͅl͕̤̖l̞͖l̪l͖̩ͅ y̗͈̱o̯u wa̹n͉t,̦ ̣bu̫̠t I̳̘ ̙̲k͍n̦o̝̬w̝̖ ̗s̠̪̖om͖̹e͖͈th̞i̪n’ ͈͎̺ar͚oun̳̼ḓ͍ͅ h̹e̱͔re̦̺͈ ̘was̥̖̖n’̜t̮̦ ͔ly̯i͈̪̺n’̲͍.̖” He pulls the collar of his shirt down some and taps the heart device on his chest as he sticks his tongue out in a joking manner. The Ruler squints in his direction for a moment, before he’s getting to his feet and making his way over, yanking Fizzarolli upwards forcefully by his arm.
“Is that how you wish to play this? Fine. Let me demonstrate how much I love you then.”
The Jester squeals softly as he paws at the hand clutching at his arm, trying to wiggle it free, “B̳i̹̼͎g̭ M. ̖̺͉M̗ạ̙̺mm̲on-- ̲̻̤Cooo̫̱ome o̟n.̫̯̗ I̜̠ ̺w̖͙̝as̝̫͓ ̘on̘̝̳ly̙͚ kiddi̳̠̮n’̱.̲̬̬ ̻̝͕Le͉t̤̜̭ g̲̙oͅoo?̳” Yellow hues glare down at him, slowly raising Fizzarolli higher till he’s about face level, “No, no. I can’t allow this. You’re right. I’m not entirely fond of lying, so I can’t go back on my word, now can I? I have to correct my error. Now. Hold. Still.”
Fizzarolli shuts his eyes as the sound of crunching metal and the snapping of wires fills his processor. He’s heard this sound numerous times, but somehow it manages to both faze and unnerve him as it always comes without pain, yet leaves him feeling strangely hollow afterwards. When the dull thud of his crumpled arm hits the floor, his neons flutter open and peek over to scan the ruins before a pair of lips press against his cheek.
“There. Am I a liar still?” Mammon questions, single finger redirecting the Jester to face forward and look at him.
“N̯-̭̣͔N̦̜o̭͙..̞͉ ̫̜̠No̠, ̼y̪̪ͅo̗̞u’͔͎re͕̺͎ ̻͙͇n̞o̜̜̼tͅ ̮̟a̘̰ ͓̙l̬iar̪̤̳,̗ ̠͓̫M̠̟a̖m͖m͓̰oͅn̲͇.̤̙”
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planet-backpack · 14 hours ago
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Video Blogging RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alexis | Quackity & Karl Jacobs & Sapnap, Clay | Dream/GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF) Characters: Karl Jacobs, Alexis | Quackity, Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: First Meetings, Alternate Universe - College/University, Karl Jacobs-centric, JUST GUYS BEIN DUDES, just dudes bein bros, Underage Drinking, My First Fanfic, Dialogue Heavy, Party Games Summary:
Honestly, it was the most fun Karl had ever had at a party. Usually, the only way that he would even consider the experience tolerable was by getting drunk and probably making a fool of himself in front of a bunch of other drunk people, before eventually getting dragged home by one of his friends. With these guys, though, it felt so much easier to just goof around and have a good time. He hoped they’d invite him to hang out more, they seemed like cool people.
Or: Karl gets ditched at a party and makes some unexpected friends.
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driftbending · 16 hours ago
today i wrote:
1715 words of fanfic. i had a hard time picking up where i left off, bc i couldn’t decide how the story was going to go. this is a scene of almost endless violence which needed to be broken up with other scenes. the problem was i didn’t know what scene to break up the main sequence with! then i thought, wait, what if i had the big puppeteers meet each other? and i was able to get them together and got another tidbit that’s supposed to lead to one of the big reveals that is going to start once this big action sequence is over. and i’m all !!! about it. and now HS and HK have turned the tables on each other and i’m all !!! about that, too. there’s just a lot going on in this particular chapter that is thrilling to write and pretty soon i’m going to be starting the second arc of the story which may cause me to introduce yet another character in order to make it work so i hope i’m able to pick a good character, or create an interesting one. anyway, this fic is turning out to be even more delightful than i first imagined.
2127 words of my original story. okay, this was a little slower than i wanted for this scene, but H seemed to need me to do this and considering how much more important his play is going to be, i can’t get to upset about this sequence. i was also able to write another scene with S and humanize him a bit (he felt a little too evil villain like up to now which is not something i want to do with any character). anyway, the research for this story i did today did include reading local newspapers and learning about insurance people would buy in case they lost limbs or died at the fair and i managed to find one of the original official photography books of the fair which i’ll be going through soon enough. i still have yet to make a map, but i have found more pictures of what chicago looked like in the 1890s which will help me figure out visually how things looked back then. now if only i could figure out everyone’s wardrobes...
additional notes: i had once been in the habit of writing almost first thing in the morning and i miss it because it stopped me from being distracted. i console myself now because i spend that time doing research that helps me world build better, but at the same time i know that it’s an excuse. i could write and then spend my day doing research i need for my next writing session. so i’m planning on getting back into the habit starting tomorrow.
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jedihafren · 16 hours ago
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Loki (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Mobius M. Mobius Characters: Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius Additional Tags: It could be platonic but I prefer to call it UST, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst Summary:
"You strike me as a eucalyptus sort of guy. Or maybe," Mobius was looking between jars of what appeared to be bath salts. "Cedar and amber. Yeah, let's go with that."
"You don't have to…" Loki started, and then trailed off. He'd been about to say that Mobius didn't have to draw the whole bath for him, but the man was already a good half of the way there. And Loki was caught between feeling ashamed, touched, and the edge of cynicism that he couldn't quite pack away that Mobius was just seeking something from him. But the idea of sinking into hot water and letting the tension ease out of his muscles was overwhelming enough that the probability of being used by Mobius didn't even seem so terrible really. Because he would use him too. He'd been offered a life vest, he would fight tooth and claw to keep it.
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1st off hi! I just found ur account like 5 seconds ago and I’m in luv w ur writing already especially the ur EMH and TT stuff! 💕 I recently saw ur nsfw HC for observer and it was awesome! 😂💕 but like I have to ask do u have any nsfw HCs for him if his s/o had some sort of health problem/disorder like do u think that would change how he takes care of his s/o in that situation or no? (Also I know it’s an odd request I apologize but I can never find HCs or fanfics for any of my fandoms where the s/o or reader has any sort of disability like myself so the searches r never ending 😅)
Thank uuuu and this is like hella short because I don't know how to write stuff like that considering you didn't like specify which health disorder/disability or the like description of what it causes, stuff like that.
The Observer
He'd actually be a lot gentler with you during sex
Like ofc he'd still be rough but like.... Carefully rough?
He absolutely changes the way he fucks you after you tell him about your health thing
He won't be as mean anymore
He cares about you enough to change how he does everything which is absolutely merciless and hella vicious.
That should be enough
He loves you but won't really admit it
Only because he doesn't recognize the feeling of love
He wasnt created to be able to feel shit like that so it's confusing to him
Doesn't get why he cares so much about you
If anyone even tries to touch you too hard, they'll be dead within seconds.
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ref-writes-stuff · 20 hours ago
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this december, ricky montgomery // i want to be with you, chloe moriondo // watch you sleep, girl in red // feelings are fatal, mxmtoon // wrath, sir chloe // too close, sir chloe // good girls (don't get used), beach bunny // i eat boys, chloe moriondo // easy on you, sir chloe // devil town, cavetown // this is home, cavetown // silly girl, chloe moriondo // why do you love me, charlotte lawrence // it's alright, mother mother // if i killed someone for you, alec benjamin
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solomon-tozer · 20 hours ago
No Greater Gift (Gore/Le Vesconte)
A hastily written something for Dundy's birthday. Gore/Dundy, non-explicit smut, and just... god I don't know, but I finished it in time!
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inkykeiji · 21 hours ago
Oh to be Professor Keigo's star pupil. Sending an upskirt photo of your different, increasingly scanty, panties each day on your lunch break. Until one day there's panties at all n.n
tw: student professor relationship, implied cheating
the first time it happens, he laughs it off, thinking you’re just being a little playful, just being a little tease, just having a little fun. that he can handle—he has a sense of humour, too, of course, and he thinks it’s cute, thinks it’s sweet, thinks it’s almost precious in a way, the photo holding a paradoxical sense of naughty innocence, as though they’re subtly imbued with an essence of voyeurism, even though he knows they aren’t—and he likes it, texting back a photo of those smooth, large hands you love so much, a pen lazily perched between his nimble fingers along with a caption that reads two can play this game, never expecting it to go further than this.
except it continues to happen, phone vibrating with a new photo every afternoon: those cute cotton panties with the pretty lace trim that he had gifted you, clinging delicately to your flesh; sheer black and red lace that sticks to you like a second skin and leave little to the imagination—touya’s doing, no doubt; expensive satins and silks in ivory and blush, lavish and extravagant and absurdly costly for underwear—definitely from tenko; day after day after day, accelerating from cheeky bikini cuts to teasing tulle to strappy thongs to absolutely nothing at all.
and he can’t help but wonder, are you sending these to the other two men, too? the question sears through his mind, chased by a flash of scalding anger while sharp envy corrodes his chest, consuming flesh and bone as it gnaws away, breathe escaping his lips in little wheezes.
and you—well, you think you’re getting away with it, giggles bubbling up in your throat with each of your professors increasingly irritated responses—a certain type of giddiness that makes you feel heady and powerful buzzing through your veins; a sensation that comes packaged with the knowledge that you have such an intense effect on him—until finally he shatters, phone buzzing with a threat almost immediately after the pantyless photo, reading: that’s enough. you better be outside my fucking office the moment class ends—an order not to be disobeyed.
author note: ooooh he is so done fucking around!!! no more games reader ur really gonna get it now!!! hahaha sorry to leave you high and dry but i’m a tease just like the reader <333 ehehehe no it’s actually because i’m writing something in his office right now so!!!!!! oh my god you know he’d be so fucking furious tho lmao and he’s definitely worked himself into a frenzied panic draped in hazy jealousy for no reason at all (or is it? 😈)!!! but he’s so cruel and stern and he absolutely hates being played with :( unless he gets his revenge, of course :) then it’s fun; then it’s worth it <3
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sunshinemage · 21 hours ago
A great raven brought a letter to the head of Clan Haurasha this evening. Owerin hand’t seen a raven that size since he was a child, and they usually brought ‘official communications’, as his elders often called them.
But this one bore the sigil of the very human Inquisition, recently resurfaced. He wasted no time on opening it. The very first word wasn’t at all what he expected, but then again, he had quite the big surprise already a few days prior, so what was one more? He started to slowly pace around his tent while reading.
Many years have passed since I last saw you, and I wish nothing more than the ability to come visit you. The opportunity may present itself soon enough, this letter would most likely precede me by a couple of weeks.
I am unsure if your clan heard news of what transpired recently, but surely you must have noticed the apparition of strange rifts that seem to let the Fade pour through them. Well, this was cause by what looked like an explosion which happened during a Conclave arranged between (...)
Olwerin skimmed through the letter, not bothering with details he had already heard about. After finding and reading through the most relevant phrases, he skipped to the end of it.
I will stop this before it gets too long, the Nightingale’s birds tend to get a bit grumpy when there is too much parchment to carry.
Should clan Haurasha grant us their hospitality, I will gladly tell you more about anything and everything in person.
Stars guide you until we speak.
- N.
Olwerin chuckled. Ever the diplomat, that one.
“Was it a funny letter then?”
He turned to the corner of the tent, letter still in hand. There sat his other grandchild, Rinnariel. The very fresh vallaslin newly adorning her face was still a bit bloody in some places, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“I’ll give you one guess as to whom is sending me this letter,” he said. “You little mongrels really have a peculiar sense of timing.”
“No.” Rinna whispered, eyes wide. “How... what the... wha-  ow ow ow.”
“Calm down, starling. You need to relax the muscles in your face, otherwise you’re in for a bad day.” 
“Still can’t believe one of our people’s traditions is to inflict this on children who typically like to run around yelling and laughing.”
“Perhaps ‘inflicting’ is too strong a word. I’d rather see this as a choice. After all, you didn’t want it at first, but chose to partake now.”
“It ultimately was a choice, I’ll give you that. But, well. You know.” Rinna sighed. “I’d rather not discuss it again just now, if you don’t mind.”
Her grandfather hummed in agreement, still holding the letter.
“What does he say, then?” Rinna asked as she started to fidget with a strand of her long, red hair.
“He doesn’t say anything about Clan Lavellan or you, if it can put you at ease. He speaks of his current occupations and asks if he can come visit me.”
Rinna’s shoulder sagged a bit and she kept playing with her hair, avoiding Olwerin’s eyes.
“I wasn’t expecting him to say anything about me, I’m not that narcissistic,” she said quietly. “Everyone there must have mourned me already, whether they branded me as a traitor or not. You even said Mother never believed I would come back.”
Olwerin placed the letter on a small wooden table and stepped closer to her.
“You can still go back, you know.” He gently took her hand as she scoffed. “You can still write them. You can also stay away. The past is great and all, but it’s still, and it will stay the past. The choice is yours to make.”
“I know, I know all that!” She looked her grandfather in the eye and took a deep breath. “I know. But not now. I have family, I know. Not now. Please.”
Olwerin nodded and let go of her hand.
“You should go get some proper rest. We’ll do the final vallaslin cleanup tomorrow, it will feel better, I promise.”
Rinna stood up, murmuring a small ‘thank you’ before leaving the tent.
Olwerin sighed and went back to the small table. He picked up the letter again, letting his eyes go to a particular passage for the second time.
Now this... This may sound a bit out of the blue, but I would like to ask before seeing you in person. Do you have any idea of what happened to Rinnariel? Could you maybe have seen her? Could she have travelled to you? I know it has been so long, and there are countless times I could have written you to ask this, but now that I am not with the clan, it feels a bit less awkward (for lack of a better term). With everything that happened lately, even after all these years, I think maybe she could be alive somewhere. I know Mother told you once that she didn’t dare to hope but I do. I dare.
“Stars help you both.” He whispered as he retrieved a piece of parchement and a quill. With a flick of his wrist, several motes of light rose above his head and illuminated the tent. Olwerin sat down and started to write his reply.
My dear Nindarhmen,
I am delighted to have news from you, I was beginning to think you had forgotten your old grandfather!
Forgive me the short response, but a lot of what you wrote is better discussed in person, I should think.
Evidently, you and your party (should you bring one) will be more than welcome here. In a couple of weeks, one of us will be at the beginning of the desert to meet you and be your guide.
Creators be with you, starling.
With love, Grandfather Olwerin.
Satisfied with it, he rolled the letter and tied it with a golden ribbon. He then went outside of the tent, where he found the raven perched on top of the nearest rock.
“Got my reply right there!” He said, gently approaching the bird. “You can bring it to him, thank you for your service.”
The raven shifted so Olwerin could fasten the letter to one of its legs. When it was done, it flew away without ceremony.
Olwerin watched the raven until it disappeared into the night sky above the canyon.
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maiden-of-asgard · 21 hours ago
I’m rereading Fallen Knight as I work on future chapters of it today, and heck I just… really love it. I was nervous to post Reylo, back when I started it over 3 years ago, and to branch into other fandoms at all, and I still get a little anxious when I’m updating it, but I love this fic a lot 😭
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