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Can I tempt you with a Nico Hischier Baker!AU ?!?!

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anon when i tell you i've been losing my mind over these images since yun sent me them yesterday, i mean it wholeheartedly... i had to go unearth the old cooking au i had buried in my drafts because of this new development... it's more of a celebrity chef nico and celebrity NOT chef jack au than a baker nico au specifically, but there is baking in there, i promise!! so no tempting needed haha :)

excerpts under the cut!

“This is a bad idea,” Cole says for the third time.

“Fuck you, this is a fantastic idea!” Trevor points a pinkie at him, the rest of the fingers on his hand preoccupied with holding his beer. “It’s like Worst Cooks In America but for celebrities!”

Jack’s smile drops. “It’s like what?”

“It’s one of the shows Jimmy likes to watch—“

“He’s not even American, Z, what the fuck?”

Quinn pinches the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, the fact that Jamie’s not American is the problem you have with this concept?”

“But I can cook!” Jack protests. Silence and four flat stares greet him. “I can! Guys, come on!”

“That,” Quinn starts, leaning back in his seat, “Is one thing I think we all can disagree with you on.”

Jack throws a wadded up napkin across the table at him, but it misses when Quinn ducks. Whatever.

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“I don’t like how this started as cooking lessons but has slowly devolved into me being the fire safety marshal while you try and look at an egg without setting the smoke alarms off,” Nico muses, clearly trying to keep the smile off his face for the sake of Jack’s already fragile pride as he peeks over Jack’s shoulder.

“This is exactly how it was before you showed up… just minus the precautions,” Jack comments, looking forlornly at the egg that’s no more than a smoldering pile of crisp stuck to the bottom of the frying pan. He pokes at it sadly with a spatula, a pout making its way onto his lips. “There’s no hope for me.”

“And I’m beginning to think you might be right about that,” Nico mutters, shaking his head as he rolls up his sleeves. Before Jack can protest, he pats Jack's hip gently and says, “Move over and I’ll show you again, yeah? Try and pay attention this time.”

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Jack heaves the door open, not thinking as he kicks off his shoes and they land next to a pair of sneakers that fit much larger feet than his own. He doesn’t notice the familiar, worn brown leather jacket hung up on the usually-empty hook as he shucks his suit jacket and loops it over his arm as he shuffles down the hallway into the kitchen. Frowning, he loosens his tie. He’d swear he turned these lights off before he left. It also smells really good, which is weird, because he hasn’t even ordered his takeout yet, and—

“There you are.”

Jack jumps, turning to see Nico standing in his kitchen, a towel tossed over his shoulder, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, smiling. “Nico?”

“It’s Wednesday,” Nico says, tilting his head to the pan on the stove that’s simmering with something thick and red-brown. That’s what smells so amazing.

“Oh, fuck, sorry, I—” Jack feels so frazzled all of a sudden, his days jumbling up in his head. How could he forget that it’s Wednesday? “I had a work thing and it ran late… I didn’t mean to leave you waiting, sorry.”

Nico shrugs. “No worries, things happen,” he says, turning back to the stove to stir the sauce. “You look nice, though.”

Jack feels his face heat through eight increasingly deep shades of red. He has to duck his head hastily, grateful that Nico’s back is still turned. “Uh— Thanks? You too?”

Nico just chuckles. It sounds so good, all warm and deep. Jack kind of wants to roll over and die.

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Nico peeks up at Jack from his position between his legs, making deliberate eye contact as he bends one of Jack’s knees until it touches his chest, leaning forward to lick the line of honey from his sensitive inner thigh. Jack has to choke back an incredibly embarrassing sound when Nico stops to nibble a bruise at the juncture of his hip. He feels so deliciously stretched out and exposed, wrists still obediently pressed to the mattress above his head, and it doesn’t help that Nico’s looking at him like he wants to eat Jack alive.

#i started this fic like three years ago #for the most part it's just been sitting happily in my drafts #but occasionally the idea wakes me up out of nowhere and haunts me for a month until i write like 5k of it #only to put it away again and have the cycle repeat #this WILL be finished one day though i promise #too much fodder (these images... nico and jack in the same building... nico in his sommelier era this summer... etc) for it not to be #celeb chef au #lil.snippets

[wymgreenteam]

good luck on your projects and exams!!!! loved the wips you posted!! <33

good news: passed all my classes

bad news: i have to do this all again next semester

better news: more wip content for you under the cut, lovely kind anon <3

honor amongst thieves — posted a little of this on my cohost earlier but i'm obsessed with this scene!! little heist-adjacent au about the consequences of living as a thief and then trying to re-assimilate back into society as a normal, well-adjusted person while very much Not being at all normal or well-adjusted... also cannot get jack/nico/jonas out of my head!!! particularly whatever misunderstood enemies to lovers but also mutual pining thing they all have going on here!!

time loop au — this one gets a little existential and a little a lot ouchie hurtie... it is very dear to my heart :)

natural causes — i am still actively trying to delude myself that i can finish this fic by the end of the year

#i am writing a lot after the little exam-induced hiatus i imposed upon myself #but i am working on Quite A Few different projects so... #i need to focus my energy more narrowly or NONE of this shit will ever see the light of day #but i have so many ideas that i'm so excited about! my only limiting factor is TIME right now :/ #fingers crossed that i decide to buckle down and focus on something so i can post again before the end of the year!!! #lil.snippets

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wip wtuesday

as the worst season of academia befalls us (finals) and i have to hide in my cave (the studio) for the next couple weeks in order to make it through, here's a little wip update :) these are short excerpts from the five fics currently filed under my "working" folder, in no particular order:

second hand heart — girldad nico au (or: recently put on ltir captain of the new jersey devils jack hughes accidentally gets roped into babysitting au)

hallmark au — currently untitled holiday vacation resort au where jack is the owner of this cute little cabin getaway and nico's an exec who's in desperate need of some r&r... this is basically just a quest to see how many hallmark tropes i can smush into one fic (answer? a lot.)

time loop au — currently untitled twist on a time loop au... :)

certain as the sun — beauty and the beast/swan lake fusion au... fantasy and magic and stuck in close quarters with rising tensions (and stakes)! oh my!

natural causes — you know how jack and nico both went on ir at the same time for a bit? yeah. i have nothing else to say for myself here.

#the number and selection of fics in my 'working' folder changes on a bi-weekly basis depending on mood #i have like 50+ ideas hanging around my docs and what i'm actively working on changes frequently #HOWEVER. i've become very emotionally attached to three of these and they're likely to be the next fics i post (likely in the new year) #bc the other two need extensive work/rework and are a little frustrating for me at the moment so they're on the back burner #also i refuse to ever celebrate wip wednesday and i know it's still tuesday somewhere rn so that's what we're going with #anyway yeah #don't expect much from me for a few weeks as i trudge through the trenches (finish final projects) and fight on the front lines (take exams #lil.snippets

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slightly delirious wip wmonday

hello it’s like 1:30am rn and i’m feverish and achy from the two vaccines i got today but i swear i just blinked and then this whole scene was on the page in front of me. no clue how it got there, so here’s an excerpt. hasn’t been proofread; apologies in advance for any godawful errors and goodnight.

Nico shuffles into the kitchen later, yawning, and Jack has to physically turn away just to keep himself from doing something stupid. He looks cozy, suit traded for grey sweatpants, a SC Bern sweatshirt, and plaid-patterned slippers. Jack wants to— He doesn’t even know what he wants to do, so he instead focuses on pulling the pizza out without burning himself or dropping it.

“Just in time, I see,” Nico says, settling himself on one of the stools at the counter.

“Perfect timing,” Jack agrees.

Over pizza and a good bottle of cabernet filched from Jonas’ stash, Nico fills Jack in on all the things that the news didn’t cover: either things that aren’t public yet or just the ridiculous things that Nico witnessed by nature of being around a bunch of politicians all week. Jack has a stitch in his side from laughing by the end of it.

Nico insists upon doing the few dishes after, so Jack’s left to perch himself on the counter next to him, sipping away at the last of the way-too-expensive wine, drying the plates as Nico hands them off.

“How was your week, by the way? I never asked,” Nico says, rinsing off the last of the soap bubbles from the pizza cutter.

“Oh, just the usual.” He neglects to mention the worldview-altering realization he had on his feelings last Tuesday. He takes the last sip of his wine and hands the glass to Nico. “Couldn’t kick the Prime Minister in the balls when he came through, but I can’t say I wasn’t tempted.”

Nico laughs. “I’m sad I missed it.”

Jack smiles, knocking his knee into Nico’s hip. “Me, too.”

They go up to their rooms together, and just as Jack builds up the confidence to open his mouth, Nico bids him goodnight and slips through his door. There’s no chance for Jack to say a word, so he slinks back to his own room and gets ready for bed. He throws on an old university T-shirt and sweatpants and lies down in the dark, hands folded on his stomach. He thinks about Trevor’s words, about baby steps, about taking things slow and letting it unfold at its own pace.

And then he thinks, fuck that.

current wc: 30,006 (christ on a bike this is gonna be a long one, fellas)

#yes this is the arranged marriage fic #progress report! #out of 19 scenes there are 8.9 done #but the others are at least outlined so there's that ig #i need to get this done and out of my head asap #it's been driving me nuts #anyway bedsharing makes me want to set something on fire so i put it in the fic #bc coincidentally jack/nico makes me want to set myself on fire #lil.snippets

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this blog is now my own personal writing journal sorry

found out via the last few wip wmondays that a good way to hold myself accountable and just, like, keep track of my writing progress is to shove it into the void of tumblr and hope for the best. so, now that the arranged marriage au is done and handed off to my beta, here are snippets of the next few fics up in the queue for me to work on: (as usual, read at your own risk)

1. undead jack/witch nico — this is one of two spooky-themed fics i’m hoping to get out before halloween this year. i workshopped this idea a couple of times and after a couple :/ misses on my part, my beta helped me come up with this. it’s a little more serious than my writing style has been lately, but it’s still fun.

Somehow, waking up to an unfamiliar naked body in his bed isn’t the concern for Nico, nor is it that they have the prettiest face Nico’s ever seen.

No, the concern is that the body has no heartbeat, yet is somehow very much alive and very much looks about to suck Nico’s dick.

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2. demon trevor/college student jamie —  the second one of my spooky fics for this season and this one is pure shenanigans and chaos, as any fic featuring these two should be. 

So here’s the thing: Jamie doesn’t mean to summon a demon. He was really just trying to pass OChem, and now he’s suddenly soulbonded to the most annoying floppy-haired, bright-eyed demon he’s ever seen. 

Well, not that he’s seen many demons, but his point still stands.

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3. matthew/leon in the starbright universe — two people left comments on the quinn/thatcher asking about the little tease of the matty/leon i put in there and, consequently, made me think about them a little too hard. i don’t have anything written out that’s not in bullet points so no excerpt for this one yet :/

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4. jonas/nico/jack — there is now never a time when i’m not thinking about them. i just think they’re so neat. here’s a little bit of what i have but i don’t wanna say too much.

Once the door closes, Jack turns to face Jonas, his arms crossed over his chest, defensive. “So...?”

“So,” Jonas echoes, “Do you want to talk about why you ran out the other day?”

“I mean…” Jack shifts on his feet, looking to the side. He looks uncomfortable. Nervous, even. “Not really.”

“Too bad. Talk to me.”

Jack kind of looks like he wants to stomp his feet. Jonas tries really hard not to find it as adorable as he does.

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5. jack/nico time loop au — this one’s been on the brain for a hot second. it’s taken a while because i’m trying out something new with my style and i keep being unhappy with it, so we’ll see how it goes from here. might need another overhaul.

Nico swings by the box after Jack’s been shoved in, shaking his head as he hands Jack his gloves, stick, and bucket. 

“Stop being reckless,” he says. He leans a little closer. “You never know when the loop’s going to end, Jack.”

“I’m fine, cap,” Jack replies, grinning. There’s certainly blood in his mouth,  staining his smile. He should probably take stock of his teeth. Something uncontainably feral sinks its claws into his chest. “Go score for me, cap.”

Nico shakes his head again and skates away. To his credit, though, Nico does score while Jack looks on from the penalty box, whooping and proud.

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6. quinn/brock/elias racing au — a second installment into the racing au that i started with the jack/nico take the wheel fic i posted because apparently i have many thoughts and feelings on quinn hughes that simply have no other outlet. anyway this has been so much fun worldbuilding-wise and there’s definitely another fic ft last year’s umich boys that i’m incredibly stoked to get a start on for this universe as well.

“I don’t trust you,” Brock says, point blank.

Quinn pales. “What?”

“No, as in—” Brock gestures vaguely, searching for his next words. “I don’t know you enough to trust you yet. That’s why I’m still doubting your calls, and the hesitation time is killing me. Anyone can see that.”

And he’s right. Those precious fractions of a second that Brock waits to punch it before a jump, before sliding into a different lane, wastes grinding on the edge of the track—they all add up. Quinn glances over at Elias, who’s just standing at the edge of the garage, hip cocked against the wall and arms crossed, just watching. His expression is unreadable.

Quinn looks back to Brock, nervous. “Okay? I’m— I’m sorry?”

Brock sighs. “We gotta fix this. Come on.” He tosses his helmet onto one of the workbenches and walks out, swinging his keys around his finger.

“Wait, what?” Quinn’s lost, looking between Brock and Elias, whose lips have curled up into the barest hint of a smile.

“Let’s go, Huggy Bear,” Brock calls over his shoulder.

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in conclusion — this is very different from the fic-preview-update-thing i posted last time because what my brain decides it wants to work on is completely unpredictable and i’m simply subject to its whims. also i keep coming up with new ideas, so that’s been screwing with the order rather substantially. anyway, if you made it to here, i’m impressed. thank you. the semester’s picking up rather substantially so i’m white-knuckling it through midterms over these next couple weeks, then i’ll hopefully have a little more time to write again. but we’ll see. 

hope you all have a wonderful day :)

#back on my bullshit i'm so sorry #publicly holding myself accountable here #super stoked for these fics though! #a lot of them are on the brain DAILY #will i actually end up getting two spooky month fics out before halloween?? #who knows! probably not! #gotta try anyway though #lil.snippets

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it’s wip wednesday (not clickbait)

i have so many ongoing wips (read: 25) it’s a goddamn crime so here’s a little dump of a handful of excerpts just so i can personally feel like i’m making actual progress and not just opening a doc once every other day and immediately calling it quits. everything’s unedited so... continue below at your own risk

jack/nico street racer au (i am so close to finishing this it physically hurts)

the fucking jack/nico/nolan monstrosity (currently 27k, projected 45k if i don’t completely go off the rails) of a fashion industry au that i’ve been chipping away at slowly for upwards of six months and will be lucky to have done by the end of 2022. i love her so much anyway though <3

the quinn/thatcher addition to the starbright series that i’m 12k into and that I AM OBSESSED WITH BUT FOR THE LIFE OF ME I CANNOT FINISH IT AND I DO NOT KNOW WHY

jamie/trevor modern royalty au aka my (not-so-)cleverly disguised excuse to write spoiled prince trevor and long-suffering tutor jamie getting into a bunch of shenanigans i just think they’re neat

jack/nico arranged marriage au that i’m 17k into and constantly losing my MIND over!!!! the feels!!!!!! they’re so!!!!!!!! aaaaaaa!!!!!!!!

that’s it for now. i have (so many) more wips but i will save them for another day, perhaps. it’s only now as i’m reading back over these that i notice literally all of the excerpts that i took from fics that have jack in the main pairing are from jack’s pov, which is incredibly misleading and a terrible representation of the general state of my fic folder. my bad?

anyway if you made it this far, you’re cool and i appreciate your time. have a very lovely rest of your day.

#lil.snippets

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just another manic wip wmonday

it’s been a week to the hour since i last posted an update on this. in that time, i’ve written over 10k words in this fic and it’s still not fucking done. when will it end? will it end, perhaps, is the question i should be asking myself. anyway, two entire scenes to write still, plus a few missing puzzle pieces in the middle. we’re getting close. again, unbeta’d excerpt (shorter this time, i promise), read at your own risk, etc etc etc

Nico nods, satisfied, and pops the box open. Jack doesn’t have to look in it because he already knows what it is—he spent way too much time picking it out to not know what it is—so he watches Nico’s face instead as he pulls out the delicate silver ring.

“I— um,” Jack starts when the silence gets to be too much. “I wanted to give you a ring on my own terms. I just— It’s something that represents what we’ve gone through, I guess? There’s an engraving…”

“February seventh?” Nico holds up the ring, examining. “What’s the significance?”

“It’s kind of, um…” Jack’s nervous all of a sudden, palms sweaty on his thighs. “When we had our first movie night. The first day we— That was the first time we really talked. Became friends.” He doesn’t want to say that he almost put the date of the day before their wedding instead, the date of the day they first kissed. “I don’t know, I wasn’t really thinking, but I wanted—”

Nico cuts him off by throwing his arms around Jack and pulling him in. Jack nearly tumbles out of his seat and onto Nico’s lap. Carefully, he wraps his arms around Nico and presses his face into his shoulder, breathing in deep. He smells like his usual cologne, spicy and woodsy, but he also just smells like Nico. He smells like home.

“Thank you,” Nico murmurs, his breath tickling the side of Jack’s neck. Jack shivers a little and holds Nico tighter. “This means a lot.”

A short laugh bubbles up from Jack’s throat. How can Nico not know all the things Jack feels for him at this point? How can Nico not understand that Jack’s in love? “You mean a lot.”

Nico’s lips brush Jack’s skin. Jack feels he’s been doused in gasoline, ready to be set ablaze and Nico’s holding the lighter right next to him as Nico whispers, “So do you.”

anyway. if you read this, thank you. it’s actually almost done i swear, so expect it in the next week or two, depending on my beta’s workload (always respect the beta’s workload). likely that this’ll be split up into two parts, but i’m not sure yet. we’ll see how i feel once i get the first half all set and done.

current wc: 41,512

#i can't even tell if this is more or less unhinged than my usual wip wmondays #if i had to rank it out of ten it would be a solid 6.3 #it's not crazy or anything but it's also jack pining over nico so of course it's going to be dramatic #yes this is still the arranged marriage fic #and frankly the whole second half of this fic is just jack pining over nico #there's a lot of yearning and angst in this one ngl #but it's jack so idk what you expect me to do other than simply write him as he should be #lil.snippets

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feeling: unhinged. happy wip wmonday

warning: this is long-ish for a wip post (~900 words). it’s nearly half a scene of this stupid fic (fbofw, as i refer to it w/ my beta) and it’s absolutely atrociously unedited. the fic itself is about 24k and like 3/4 of the way done.

for context: jack/nico, arranged marriage au, their wedding was six months ago and they’re just figuring out how to communicate because they’re stupid (affectionate)

continue reading at your own peril but it feels good to just toss this out for rn.

Jack throws on an old university T-shirt and sweatpants and lies down on the bed in the dark, hands folded on his stomach. He thinks about Trevor’s words, about baby steps, about taking things slow and letting it unfold at its own pace.

And then he thinks, fuck that.

Before he can even think about stopping himself, he traipses out of his room and down the hall to knock at Nico’s door. In the silence following it, Jack almost lets himself regret it, almost lets himself back out and retreat back into his own room again. Then Nico responds.

“Come in,” he calls, muffled. Jack takes a deep breath and slips inside to see Nico sitting in bed—shirtless, because he’s a psychopath who doesn’t get cold in the middle of Swiss winters—the sheets pooled at his waist as he puts a book down on the bedside table. “Jack, hey, what’s up?” He sounds surprised, which is valid.

“So, I’m not going to lie,” Jack starts, conversational. He leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms to keep from fidgeting. “I tuned into one of your press conferences.”

Approximately fifteen different emotions flick over Nico’s face in real time before he settles on mildly mortified. “Oh, no,” he groans, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Was this the bedroom one?”

Jack grins at the reaction. “Didn’t take you to be one to air out our marital problems at an international political convention, but I suppose you learn something new every day.”

Nico peeks at him through his fingers. “Sorry if anything I said upset you.”

“No, no, that’s not— I’m not mad or anything,” Jack assures. Nico seems to relax at that, hands falling back to his sides as he awaits the rest of Jack’s reply curiously. “I just— You got something wrong, when you were talking about that.”

“Oh?” Nico scratches his chin, thoughtful. “What is it?”

“I don’t—” Jack clears his throat, shooing away the uncertainty creeping into his voice that he didn’t appreciate. “I don’t like space.”

Nico stares at him. “What?”

“I actually do really terrible when I’m alone and all my friends used to make fun of me for how clingy I am—hell my brothers still make fun of me for that, and I’ve just been having a maybe not-so-great time recently? Because I haven’t been able to—”

“Jack,” Nico says, patient but firm.

“Yes?” Jack breaths, thankful to have been cut off before he digs himself into a hole he can’t climb out of. 

“Are you asking to sleep with me?”

Jack smiles, sly at the implication. “Well, I mean if you’re offering…”

“Jack…” Nico draws out his name this time, but there’s so much fondness under the irritation that Jack isn’t worried. “Just get over here.”

Jack barely resists the urge to pump his fist in delight as he closes the door behind him. If he’s being honest, he didn’t think this would be the outcome. He figured maybe Nico would agree to Jack being more touchy, even away from the cameras. Maybe a hug here, a hand hold there. Just more physical contact in their daily lives. But Nico seems to entirely miss this memo and skips straight to the part where he holds up the duvet as an invitation, and Jack’s not masochistic enough to decline.

He pads over to the right side of the bed—Jack’s usual side, the side that Nico’s left open and untouched, even the bedside table is empty there—and slips under the covers. Without waiting, he scoots all the way over and tucks himself into Nico’s side, hand on Nico’s chest and leg slung over his thighs. He had the open offer; he’s going to take it as far as Nico will let him.

This doesn’t seem to be pushing the envelope, at least not too much, because Nico just reaches over to flick off the lamp before settling down. Jack forgot that Nico’s like a human space heater, running deliciously warm and making Jack curl into him a little more, trying to forget the frigid weather that seems to permeate the walls of the palace.

Nico tilts his head so they’re facing each other, heads sharing one pillow. There’s no sign of him being at all displeased by Jack’s forwardness. “Doing better?” he asks. Jack can’t see the smile too well in the darkness, but he can hear it in Nico’s voice.

“Tons,” he admits, snuggling in a little more.

“I’m sorry if you felt like you couldn’t ask for this sooner,” Nico says. “I want you to be comfortable and happy and safe.”

“I didn’t want to break any of your boundaries,” Jack replies, suddenly very aware of how he’s stroking the soft skin across Nico’s ribs absently. Nico doesn’t object, so he doesn’t stop.

“Break my— What? By cuddling with you?” Nico snorts, wrapping an arm around Jack’s shoulders to pull him closer. “I think my boundaries can take the hit.”

Jack laughs a little and kisses the inside of Nico’s bicep before he thinks better of it. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For this.”

There’s a soft press of lips to his forehead. “Any time. I mean it.”

Jack drifts off like that: smile on his face, husband in his arms, heartbeat steady next to his.

if you made it this far, thanks for reading. you are appreciated and i hope you have a wonderful day <3

#this fic has been setting my brain on fire for a solid two months and i'm in love with every part of it #just gotta actually write it now #which sucks #other things are awaiting the completion of this though #so i gotta get it done asap #lil.snippets