Y/n: Okay girls, I
have something important to show you.
Nat: I’m intrigued?
Wanda: Is it
Wanda: What, girl
has her needs.
Wanda: But you’re
seriously not going to tell me he’s not hot.
Y/N: He’s old.
Wanda: You mean,
he’s hot for an old guy.
Nat: Y/n, Cap and
Bucky are almost hundred but that doesn’t stop you from gushing over them.
Y/N: Nah, he’s
just pretty much old.
Wanda: Y/n stop,
you’re not fooling anyone.
Y/N: About that, I
have something to share with you, as I already mentioned but you girls have a
concentration of a two year old, so.
Nat: Hey don’t assault,
I may have a concertation of a child, but I certainly don’t punch like one.
Wanda: Y/n do you
feel like flying?
Y/N: What do you
Y/N: Not funny Wanda,
LET ME THE FUCK DOWN.
Wanda: Since you
asked so nicely.
Y/N: Damn you,
Y/N: By let me down,
I didn’t mean throw me into wall and almost break all of my bones.
sometimes I think you’re bigger child than Tony.
Y/N: Let’s face
it, you can never be bigger child than Tony.
Nat: Ah, true
Y/N: Will you now
finally let me say what I have to say?
Wanda: Spill your
Y/N: You know I was
telling you about Tumblr and fanfictions, yeah?
Nat: I think I still
quiet don’t get it.
Y/N: Anyways, I found
this amazing fanfiction about Steve and Bucky.
Y/N: It gave me
all kind of different feelings.
Nat has added Bucky and Steve.
Nat: Guys, I think
Y/n wants to tell you something.
Y/N: You better
Steve has added Tony, Sam, Thor, Clint and Vision.
Y/N: Oh thanks
Steve: Now do you
want to explain yourself?
Thor: May I just inquire,
who is this Tumblr you’re speaking of?
Clint: Buddy, you
don’t even wanna know.
Tony: As I wise
man once said, stay away from Tumblr. You don’t wanna get involved.
Sam: It’s not
who, it’s a page on the internet.
Steve: Tony, who
was that “wise man”?
Y/N: I agree with
Clint and Tony, it’s not for innocence people like you, Thor.
sources claim that Tumblr is a microblogging and social networking website
founded by David Karp in 2007, and owned by Yahoo! since 2013. The service
allows users to post multimedia and other content to a short-form blog. Users
can follow other users’ blogs. Bloggers can also make their blogs private. For
bloggers, many of the website’s features are accessed from a
Thor: I am not innocence.
Thor: I’ve killed
many enemies and I fear nothing. One little foolish page can’t do much.
Sam: Yep, definitely
too green for Tumblr.
page where people post stuff about their favourite celebrity.
Tony: Me of
did you take that from Wikipedia?
Clint: Oh you
just console yourself with that, Thor.
sources gave me this information.
Steve: Why did I even
Y/N: You’re our
little innocence puppy.
Bucky: I still
want to know about that fanfiction that you found
Thor: I can
assure you I am not a puppy.
Bucky: Is it
Sam: Bucky, your
gay is showing.
Tony: Oh Thor.
Thor: Mr. Barnes,
I didn’t know you were homosexual.
Bucky: I am not.
Vision has left the chat.
Y/N: Face it
Buck, we all know you got hot’s for our captain America.
Steve: We are
very good friends.
Nat: That’s what
they all say, “JUST FRIENDS”
Wanda: Wait am I the
only one here that’s team Stony?
Clint: No you’re
Thor: What’s team
Sam: No Thor
Sam: You don’t
want to know.
Sam: You should
just leave and never ever mention Tumblr again.
Thor: How dare
you tell son of Odin, god of Thunder to leave?
Bucky: HIT HIM
Y/N: I love you Sam,
but THOR LISTEN TO BUCKY.
Y/N: Just tell me
when you’re about to do it cuz I want to film it.
Y/N: Imagine how
many notes I would get for that.
Sam: O thanks
Y/N, I really appreciate it.
Nat: You know when
love you, but that would be spectacular.
Thor: All right
guys, be right back.
Thor: Or how you
kids write it.
Sam has been disconnected
Thor has left the chat.
Nat: I have to
Nat has left the chat.
Y/N: Film it for
Wanda has left the chat.
Y/N: Thanks to Wanda I can’t go now.
Tony: Well I will
film it for you Y/N.
Tony has left the chat.
Bucky: So the
fanfiction, what was it about?
Y/N: Oh you know,
Clint: Wait Y/N,
is it that one that you showed me like a week ago?
Y/N: Yep that
would be the one.
Steve: I am
curios now, what was it about? Beside me and Bucky.
Clint: That is
peace of art.
fanfiction is a piece of art.
Thor has joined the chat.
Bucky: I can
agree on that one.
because I read them.
because people put effort in it, you know.
Steve: Just stop
Bucky, you’re embarrassing yourself.
Thor: I’ve got
him lady Y/n, just like you said.
Thor: Oh no, that
was Mr. Barnes.
Thor: Anyhow, he
was lightning like a Christmas tree.
Y/N: Man I wish I
could’ve see that.
Clint: I will go
check on him.
Clint: And don’t
worry, I will take photos.
Clint has left the chat.
Steve: maybe I would
pay him a visit too.
Thor: Oh it’s
Steve has left the chat.
Thor: I didn’t
hurt him that badly.
Bucky: I still
want to know about that fanfiction.
Y/N: God damn it,
it was about you and Steve Fucking, will you shut up now?
Thor: So you are
homosexual, Mr. Barnes?
Bucky: No, I am
Bucky: But would
you mind sending me link tho?
Thor: I want to
read it too.
Y/N: No Thor, I will
find you some fanfiction about Jane and you.
don’t hit me with no thunder.
Y/N: Bucky come
to my room and I will show you.
Thor: I would never hurt you, Lady Y/N.
Thor: Only because you would hurt me
ten times more.
Bucky has left the chat.
Y/N: Ah my child.
Thor: You have a
child, Lady Y/N?
Y/N: No Thor, I don’t,
but I may adopt you.
Thor: I don’t
think that will be quiet possible, considering my age.
Y/N: Yeah but
your mental age is three so it’s fine.
Y/N has left the chat
Thor: I do not
have a mental age of a three year old.
A/N: Yes, the final part is here! I want to thank @hamiltrashy1776 for this request, it’s seriously been one of the most fun to write stories I’ve ever done. Thank you everyone who commented and reblogged and liked all the parts so far, you guys make my heart leap and I’m so thankful for each and every one of you. Alright, enjoy y’all!
You refused to look over at Lin, he’d no doubt notice how flustered you had become and possibly (not so) subtly hint at, “Oh (Y/N), do you need some air? Is it too hot in here?” Yeah. No.
“I’m, I’m going to go back and check the prop room, I think I uh dropped some candles.” You said, quickly standing and smoothing out your sweater, trying not to take into account how both boys stared. Alexander has preobably never seen a woman in pants just out in the public. Right. A part of you hoped for that to not be the only reason he was staring.
“We’ll be here.” Lin called as you walked through the rows of seats. “Need help?”
“Nope! Show him indoor plumbing or something.” You half-joked, pushing through the door, quickly closing and slumping against it.
A frustrated groan escaped your lips as you rested your head against your knees. Come on (Y/N), keep it together. Remember; he’s a guy- scratch that- DEAD guy who you’re still not even sure how the hell he got here.
Now you could definitely see why Angelica couldn’t stop whatever her and Alexander had. She must’ve known it wrong, must’ve felt it deep down, but those eyes of his and such eloquent speech, it was no wonder she didn’t give it up until the Reynolds Affair.
Your heart panged. Right, this was pre-Reynolds Alexander. Pretty much pre-everything Alexander. The bags under his eyes were only light lines, only noticable if you took the time to stare at them and take note. Kind of like how Lin’s got if you finally forced him to-
You scrambled to your feet and began nervously pacing, your hand reaching up to rub at your lips while you contemplated.
Everything about Alexander, you were comparing to Lin. His speech, his posture, even his damn height. Maybe you weren’t “falling” for Alexander at all. Maybe you were just…
Falling deeper for Lin.
You didn’t want to admit it, because then it’d be real. Then that would make whatever you felt for Lin hurt even more because, well, he was Lin Manuel Miranda. And you were you. You thought with a bitter smile. Only a temporary ensemble member who he’d probably never remember ten or even five years from now.
You held back the tears threatening to spill and made some noise of frustration. Where the hell was the damn rain? You looked to the small window to your right and saw only dim flashes of lightning and heard the occassion grumble of thunder. Must be a lightning storm then.
Great, just when you could use some calming. Whatever. Now that you had made this revelation (that wasn’t really a revelation at all), it was time to face the music. After all, you couldn’t really hide and pretend to be looking for candles that you didn’t need forever.
Taking a deep breath, you turned around and grabbed the door, swinging it open and taking a step into the dimly lit auditorium.
Alexander and Lin looked like mirror-images of each other, cross-legged and hunched over the laptop that sat between them. A small smile took hold as you leaned against a seat in the back, watching them work together on something. Alexander was pointing to the screen, and each time he did this he looked to be making a suggestion or correction, and Lin would enthusiatically fix it, a giddy smile on his own face. You chuckled quietly, shaking your head. Of course he would have Alexander look over his writing.
“What’re you having him look over Lin?” you stepped onstage and Lin shut the laptop. Weird.
“Oh-uh, nothing. Just showing him Google.” He put on a strained smile.
“But the electricity’s out, how’re you getting wifi?” The only thing that worked on his “entire life” without wifi was Microsoft Word, how the hell was he getting on Google?
Alexander stood and beamed, striding towards you. “I don’t know of this wifi, but your friend has shown me Google, it’s a beautiful place, one of which I’ve never had the pleasure of taking a trip to but I do hope to someday. Maybe I shall take my Eliza once I return to New York.” He grandly exclaimed.
Your heart grew, as did your smile. Alex was trying to cover for Lin, thinking Google was a physical place to be shown. Not wanting to ruin what he thought to be a clever cover uo, you nodded, sending a knowing glance over his shoulder at Lin who seemed to have taken a particular interest in the lint on his jeans.
“You should. It’s quite the place, right Lin?”
He hummed in agreement, not lifting his eyes from his legs while his hand picked non-existent pieces of lint. You didn’t give it much thought, you knew you’d get it out of him sooner or later. Most likely sooner.
“Oh, Lin?” Alexander turned back around to an alert LIn. “Do you mind telling me where the facilities are located?
Lin furrowed his brows. “Facili- Ohhh,” he chuckled, standing, “You’re gonna love indoor plumming. Come on it’s this w-”
Suddenly, a great boom of thunder erupted throughout the theatre, nearly shaking it, all the while the lights shut off once more. This time, you were sure you squealed.
“Lin? Are you in front of me or behind me because I really don’t want to acciedentally punch you.” You bluntly stated.
“I’m right here next to you, to your left. Here-” You felt a warm hand interwine with yours and were suddenly glad for the mask of darkness.
“(Y/N), do you have those candles?” Lin whispered. You tried to ignore how his breath tickled your cheek and the way your heart was beating loud enough to where Lin probably heard it.
“They were right next to your laptop, besides I think I lost the matches. Hey, why’d you run up next to me when the power went out?”
“You yelled, I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He gave your hand a soft squeaze. Yeah, definitely glad for the dark.
“Yeah, I was just surprised.” You mumbled. “Where’s Alexander? Is he still here?”
“Maybe he ran off when the lights-” As if on cue, the spotlight came on once more, “Went out.” He finished, looking up at the light.
You looked around, no sight of Alexander. You cleared your throat, stepping away from Lin if only to put some distance between you and his comforting touch. “I didn’t hear him run anywhere, did you?” You turned back to face Lin.
He shook his head, raising his brows. “Maybe he dissappeared just like he came.”
You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Well considering Alexander Hamilton just stood on our stage and talked with us for a good,” You checked your phone, “thirty minutes or so, I don’t think anything’s out of the ordinary about his entrance or exit.”
Lin bit his lip, nodding. Then, an evil grin spread across his face. “Hey, would you say that’s kind of like the Weird sisters’ entrance and exit in,” he paused for dramatic effect, “Macbeth?”
You gasped, looking around the empty stage. “Lin! How dare you bring up he-who-shall-not-be-named?”
He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Isn’t that Voldemort?”
“Well M-, he, is basically the Voldemort of theatre.” You playfully shook your head. “Talks to Alexander Hamilton once and thinks he’s unstoppable.” You tsked.
He grinned. “Actually, I prefer the title Non-Stop thank you very much.”
You rolled your eyes and smiled, picking up his laptop and handing it to him. “Come on you dork, we’re going to your dressing room. It’s too weird being up here now.” You looked at the spot where Alexander stood only minutes before. Lin nodded, grabbing your hand once again and leading you off stage. “Uh, Lin, I’m good now. You don’t have to hold my hand anymore if you don’t wan-”
“I do.” He confidently stated, not looking back at you.
“Oh. Okay.” You smiled, your blush only growing. But you had a feeling if Lin turned around right now, you wouldn’t be the only flushed one. “Lin?” You asked as you neared the dressing room.
“Why won’t you tell me what you were working on?”
He stopped at the door, sighing. “Am I really that obvious?” His voice was quiet, small. Not like usual Lin at all.
“Hey,” You turned him around gently, resting your hands on his shoulders, “You can share anything with me. We’ve been good friends for a few months now, you know I won’t judge.” You softly said, moving a hand to cup his cheek.
His breath hitched at the contact. “Okay. Inside.” He reached up and took the hand on his cheek, holding it in his and breaking your gaze. Your heart beat a thousand miles per minute, you prayed you wouldn’t have a heart attack before he could show you.
He led you into the dressing room and you took note of all the Hamilton fan-art which he proudly displayed, the letters from fans and fellow stars hung all over the walls, his Hamilton costume, but there was something new your eye couldn’t help but catch. You stopped, forcing Lin to stop next to you. You pointed to a plaque above his mirror. “Did you get a new plaque?”
“No…” He let go of your hand, walking closer to read the small engraving;
“A legacy is important, but remember that the mark you make will never go away. It may fade and be forgotten, but it will stain whatever it touches forever. Be cautious, try to live in the moment. -Alexander Hamilton.”
“That’s the advice I gave him less than half an hour ago.” You said in utter disbelief. “Damn bastard stole my words and put his name next to it.” You grumbled.
Lin chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “To be fair, we did tell him we were figments of his own mind, so he probably thought he was subconciously giving himself a word of warning. So technically,” He smiled at you, “It’s his quote.”
You rolled your eyes. “Well you liked it enough to buy a plaque with it on it so,” You let him him you to his worn couch and sat down, “it had to be one of your favorites.’ You couldn’t hide the smugness in your tone nor smile.
Now it was his turn to roll his eyes, but he didn’t deny it. Opting instead to boot up the laptop. Right, top-secret-writing-project-reveal time.
“Okay, so uh, I worked on this on like six hours of sleep and almost no coffee and I only had Alexander go over the first part so if it doesn’t make sense I completely understand actually I don’t even know why I didn’t look this over before I decided to share it so-”
“Lin,” You scooted closer to him so that you were curled up, laying on his chest with a perfect view of the screen on his lap, “What ever you wrote will be perfect. I promise.” And you meant it. Even on Lin’s “bad” writing days he still left you breathless with mere words.
“Okay.” He breathed, clicking on a document and moving the computer up on his lap. “Here you go.”
You focused on the screen, beginning to read.
“My dearest, (Y/N),”
“I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase, ‘falling in love’,
But when I think about what I’m doing,
That never comes to mind.
Falling implies that after you start,
You’ll eventually end up landing, but it’s unclear whether they’ll actually be someone there to break your fall.
With you however,
I see no uncertainty.
When I look into your eyes, I don’t get lost in them like many claim,
I find myself home.”
“Lin…” you breathed, tears springing to your eyes.
“Keep reading.” His soft voice spoke, once again his breath brushed your cheek, which you were sure were on fire.
“When you speak,
I don’t hear a chorus of angels.
I hear someone who’s kind, who’s smart, who’s geniune,
I hear the possible next twenty years or more of my life.
Your touch isn’t light and soft,
It’s strong, yet gentle.
I long to forever slip into your embrace, so that I may not only find myself home,
But feel home as well.
Your lips aren’t rose petals,
They’re a far rarer flower,
One that only exits in the breathtaking sight that is your face.
Everything about you is rare,
Your entire being, your persona, your light.
Which makes you the most valuable living thing,
The most sought after.
I long to be the richest man alive,
But only because of you.”
When you finished, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. How could Lin say this was bad? This was…beautiful. Amazing. Incredibly sweet and romantic.
And he’d written it just for you.
“(Y/N)?” Nervousness had crept back into his tone, and you were sure that if his arms weren’t wrapped around you he’d be messing with his hair.
You shut the laptop, sliding it gently on the floor before turning to face him, positioning yourself once more on his ches, only this time you were facing him. His eyes studied you as if trying to gauge your reaction.
“Shit, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He reached up and brushed a tear from your cheek, his hand lingering on your cheek.
“Lin…” You breathed.
“How was that?” He whispered, biting his lip.
“I think Eliza said it best, you and your words have left me defenseless,” You leaned up, looking at him through your lashes, “And boy,” Before you could overthink it, you pressed your lips against his, a mini-fireworks show exploding at the tension left your body and his arms tightened around you, you were sure you’d never forget the feel or taste of his lips in this moment, “You’ve got me helpless.” You breathed, resting your forehead against his.
“Give me a chance, I promise you you won’t regret it.” This time, he kissed you. The ghost of his lips etched on yours, even when he pulled away for breath.
A relaxed smile spread across your lips.
“How could I say no to this?”
(A/N: My name isn’t Phillip, I am most definitely not a poet.)
Random HCs for Chris and his Super Hot Boyfriend for no good reason
he’s Chris’ choreographer (well, he has to be that or someone else on chris’ team, he was in the kiss and cry and he had a badge so…)
but seriously, who else would put ‘grab your ass ten times’ in the choreography EXCEPT the guy most familiar with that ass?
he’s chris’ coach’s son
chris’ coach totally supports them and kinda wonders why they aren’t living together or married yet because he already thinks of chris as his own son so…?
c’mon boys, what are you waiting for?
actually, they’re waiting for chris to retire. chris suggested it and he agreed. they didn’t want to start their married life while chris was competing, because chris gives his full attention to the competition
he and chris are within a few years the same age, and they started skating together, too
he wanted to be a competitive figure skater, and he was for a while, but an injury early sidelined him. he started ice dancing, but his partner quit early and rather than work with a new partner, he took up choreography instead
it actually took chris a LONG time to convince him to be chris’ choreographer. he wasn’t sure he was good enough until he had a few years of experience
now, though, he would HATE IT if chris used anyone else’s choreography
it’s not like he’s the REASON chris’ skating is so sexual, but he sure as hell does NOTHING to discourage him, so
he also consults with chris on chris’ costume designs, though obviously they work with a designer. but chris considers his input to be as important as chris’ own
he and chris are both best friends and lovers, so he trusts chris 10000% and never gets jealous, but he does feel like chris is living in a Different, Better World, a world he’d wanted so long to be a part of and wasn’t able to, so he does, at times, feel insecure
however, he never feels insecure with chris’ feelings toward victor because he knows all too well that they’re Not Like That, and he looks up to victor, too
but he totally thinks chris can beat victor someday… if only…
he gave chris his kitty. he wanted a kitty, too, but he lives with his family, and his parents don’t want pets in the house. so, knowing chris loves cats, he got chris a cat
when chris travels and he doesn’t go with him, he’s the one to take care of chris’ bae
but when they travel together (like to barcelona) chris has his landlady look in on her
he and chris are… as to be expected… VERY adventurous in bed. they are also champion cuddlers, and can spend an entire weekend naked, playing, cuddling, and making love
i could probably go on, but the guy had ONE LINE, i need to stop…
ALRIGHT YA’LL HERE’S THE DEAL OK. YOU SEE THIS MAN? THIS HANDSOME EXCUSE OF A HOT HUNK?! YOU WONDER WHO HE IS THEN WORRY NO MORE; THIS IS CLAUDIUS, THE OC OF @ramparts-retreat!! His blog is right here >>> @carnifex-citadel <<<
Also A LITTLE NOTICE: Claudius’ mun DID make the original piece, which is >>> this one <<< and the reason my piece is so similar is because he challenged me to draw him in my own painting style, and he taught me how to paint a little. The idea of the look and all was all his and this piece is just a practice/tribute for him. So honestly, this is posted as a huge shoutout to him. He’s a great guy. Please add notes to the original pic pleASE DO
I swear to fucking God. Tom Holland gives me heart palpitations. I mean I can literally be that old man from ICarly who has Angina. Like for reals. He can go from being this cute innocent boy next door and then BAM he’s a fucking 60’s icon of hotness and make us fucking melt. Like seriously, everytime he fucking breathes “ Candyman” by Christina Aguilera plays. You guys know the song right? “He got those lips like sugar cane. Good things come for boys who wait. He’s a one stop shop with a real big uh. He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar coated candyman x3” I can’t even process his adorableness. Not just because he’s gonna be Spidey. But because watching him grow from being hella adorable in the Impossible to kicking ass in Civil War. I just UUUGGGGHHHHHHHHH.
OMG. OMG SERIOUSLY. I apologize to Jumin for ever thinking he wouldn’t be thrilling! It was a long climb to get on your route, man, but I kept on because of the rumors you were going to go overprotective on me and you’re SO WORTH IT. I’m only on day 8 but hot damn it’s been a long time since I’ve been so flustered by a pixel guy! I’M COMBUSTING ON MY BED. GOD.
For those who didn’t play him yet - and without spoiling anything too much - dear Juju toes the line of yandereness extremely close and it’s such a delight to play a guy who’s jusssst about to fall into the abyss of obsession but not quite yet *_* It’s so painful to keep picking the options to keep him sane when all I want is to embrace his madness XD
Anyhow, the only reason I stopped to write this is because my phone needs to recharge. Apologies for not being more on Tumblr, but I can’t stop now. Seriously buy a phone just to play this, it’s that addicting. *********__________****** See you all later!!!
SUGAAA!!! YOU’RE SO CUTE!! —I decided to draw it cuz it’s how I found him So I’ve had this photo for a while and I always wanted to know who was the hot guy in the photo I never found out…Later I found a channel on youtube AurieeTV bless her seriously then I got stuck to Agust D and then I was like man that guy is so cute and BAM!! I am a BTS fan now, and mostly THANKS TO SUGA like seriously I have a hard crush on him, he’s just aaaaahhhh SO CUTE I wanna hug him so bad he looks so woobly and squirmy idk hahaha fan girl time is over
so i was talking with my friend and discovered that if Law was 15 and a sophomore in highschool, Kidd, who’s 3 years younger, would be 12 and in middle school and Luffy, who’s 4 years younger then Kidd, would be 8 and in elementary school
Kidd would totally be that one kid who goes through a goth/punk phase in middle school (that never, ever ends, but he gets better at it later in life) and he probably shops only at hot topic and dyes some of his hair black because it looks cool and also robots are awesome he probably loves transformers
and Law would totally be a hipster that always wears plaid and is always on his phone or something. and he’d also be the guy who draws his logos on EVERYTHING. especially his backpack. and he’d have personally designed clothing with his logos. because seriously all of Law’s clothes and den den mushi and crewmates and his submarine and his CHEST AND BACK and EVERYTHING HE OWNS IN CANON has his jolly roger on it, except his Dressrosa outfit, which has Corazon on the back, which is a reference to both the person and the fact that he’s the captain of he heart pirates so that one also counts. also that Bepo plush was a gift to him from his adopted dad Rocinante/Corazon and he takes it with him everywhere
and Luffy is that dumb kid that Law probably has to babysit and Kidd hangs around because why not. Luffy only has meat in his backpack. nothing else. his teacher (who my friend and i decided was a 35 year old Crocodile) is very very annoyed by this
Decibels: (WIP) Liam’s pretty sure that at this rate, he’s going to run out of music recommendations for the hot guy that keeps coming in on his shift. And seriously, how is it that he always turns up when no one else is in there?
(Liam is a very dense college student who has a lot of cute boys caring about him. He doesn’t notice. Everyone around him does.)
This fic is written by the incredible @lol-briams and I’m not sure I have the words to express just how much I love reading this. Briam is one of my favorite ships because I love how complicated their interactions can be, but this author has such an amazing handle on these characters as well as the other canon characters in their fic. I love every single update and honestly, I end up reading and re-reading their fics so much because they’re so well written, so incredibly thought out, and each chapter and update literally makes my day, because I love this fic so much. If you’re at all interested in Briam, or even in really well written characters, then I’d definitely recommend this fic. The author is fantastic and the fics are freaking amazing, basically, I can’t say enough good things about both the author and the fic!!!!! <3 xD