I know "60s housewives who invented slash fanfiction" has taken on a life of its own as a phrase, but Kirk/Spock didn't really exist until the 70s and THOSE WOMEN HAD JOBS. They were teachers and librarians and bookkeepers and scientists and they damn well spent their own money going to conventions, printing zines, buying fanart and making fandom happen. Put some respect on their names.

aliceosemanart: Haven’t been drawing much lately but thought i should check in with them!! Looks like they’re doing okay so i guess i should try drawing something else soon 😮‍💨

two mimir

Legal Beagle: Alex runs a famous pet account called “Legal Beagle” where “David @ Law” gives great tips and tricks for law school/law. David the beagle is always dressed up with spectacles… but who runs it is a mystery ~ 5 times nobody knows who runs the account and 1 time they do

The Kiss List: Alex keeps a “kiss list” of everyone he has ever kissed + their ranking and score, henry finds out and immediately wants to top the list, but Alex is no longer a serial kisser and so Henry must resort to ridiculous measures in order to get his wish

wip wednesday <3 :)

hello friends :) thank you to everyone for the tags over the last few weeks (i will tag back under the cut). <3 appreciate the shouts!

here is a snip from the doc i have affectionately named nolan!alex / murphy!henry fuck around and find out, the actor au...collaborators to friends to lovers to exes to enemies to grudging partners to friends to lovers YEEHAW! pls forgive any editing errors <3

Alex's eyes are hot as he blinks back tears, Henry's profile blurring and distorting. “Tu me manques, remember? You kept saying that and I kept going ‘Oh, he's so hot when he's speaking French’ like the idiot I am. But I looked it up and it's not just ‘I miss you’, is it? It’s fucking ‘you are absent from me’, like a piece of me belongs to you, a part of you that’s mine. Why would you—why the fuck would you whisper this to me so earnestly every time you think I can’t hear you, and then turn around and pull this shit? Are you embarrassed by us, by me? Is the piece of me you have not enough?” Henry stands in front of him, eyes a little distant and haunted, fingers flexing at his sides. His silence cuts Alex to the fucking core, lances through him and gets him square in his traitorous little heart. A fickle thing, love is. Will he ever be enough for someone? Alex steels himself to say the words he’s been holding back, the words that have been pushing up behind his teeth for months, making his gums ache and jaw tingle.  “I don’t want to be your dirty little secret, Henry. I deserve better. And I think you do, too. You just won’t allow yourself to see that, and it’s killing me.”

xoxo roop

+ no pressure tags under the cut and open tag as usual <3

@ninzied @priincebutt @suseagull04 @rmd-writes @leaves-of-laurelin

@eusuntgratie @bigassbowlingballhead @magicandarchery @getmehighonmagic @violetbaudelaire-quagmire

@cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @orchidscript @myheartalivewrites @dumbpeachjuice

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@celeritas2997 @inexplicablymine @affectionatelyrs @happiness-of-the-pursuit @littlemisskittentoes

@14carrotghoul @cultofsappho @alasse9 @nontoxic-writes @kiwiana-writes

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@porcelainmortal @captainjunglegym @itsmaybitheway @tailsbeth-writes @welcometololaland

@adreamareads @duchessdepolignaca03 @sophie1973 @onthewaytosomewhere @theprinceandagcd

thank you all for the tags today! I feel like I'm late, but hopefully this rather long snippet will make up for it. Just some more of my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic (upcoming in September, roughly), the Great War AU I keep teasing and (under the cut) a little Tarlos snippet for all y'all who keep holding out that one day I'll get my shit together.

Someone start playing Science Fiction Double Feature ;)

Henry tilted his head, considering. He pinched his lower lip in his teeth as he thought. Eventually, he shook his head and held it back out to Alex. Alex took it back. “You don't need another bookmark, Hen?” Henry shrugged, then reached for his slate. It doesn’t feel right taking something like that. “Why not?” I don’t believe either. “Well, then it’s no good to either of us.” Alex tucked it into his front shirt pocket. “I don’t even know what she does either.” Alex huffed a laugh, then made a face at Henry. “I should’ve paid better attention to catechism, but in my defense, the incense made me sleepy.” Henry laughed again – a bright, hiccuping sort of sound. It inspired a bubbling feeling in Alex’s chest, giddy and golden. An English rose flush bloomed in the apples of Henry’s cheeks, his freckles glowing to life across his nose. Between the rumpled collar of his shirt, the flop of sandy hair across his forehead, Henry was a far cry from the shivering, vacant man from the night before. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want,” Alex teased. “I don’t know what you know, but I know all of it and en español.” He watched Henry erase the slate with his sleeve. “I’ve seen you reading in French, so maybe that’s not all that impressive.” Henry scribbled for a moment, then showed him. It is impressive, but I only know one thing of her’s. “Oh? What’s that?” Her last words. Henry frowned and erased, then rewrote. I used them in a poem once. Alex blinked. “You write poetry?” I write. Mostly poetry. Sometimes stories. “My sister’s a writer too, but she never shows me anything.” Alex picked his next words carefully, winnowing down the large list of questions to a single most pressing one. He motioned for the chalk, which Henry gave him immediately. Alex wiped the blackboard clean, then wrote as neatly as he could: What were her last words?

And now for the Tarlos Peeps:

“Well, at least there is someone instead of no one, ma’am, because before I got here it was definitely no one,” Carlos snapped, then felt cold with regret. Silence hung on the phone line. Carlos swallowed tightly. “Ma’am, I’m sorry. That was unprofessional and completely uncalled—.” “What’s your name?” Her calmness took Carlos back. A perfect one hundred and eighty shift from her rant moments before.  He took a breath. “Carlos Reyes, ma’am.” “And you’re a detective?” “Yes, ma’am. In missing persons.” Carlos paused, but she seemed to be waiting for more. “I was a patrol cop for four years. I’ve been doing this for the last five months.” Ms. Morgan hummed on the other end of the line, considering. Her file said she was a lawyer. She probably had questions lined up for miles, on stand by for the eventual cross examination she’d give him. “Why do you care about TK’s case?” “Why shouldn’t I?” Carlos answered simply. “He’s someone, same as any other person that comes across my desk.” “Do a lot of people come across your desk, Detective Reyes?” “More than I thought, but less than if I was on murder squad.” It was blunt, but it was the honest truth. “But why him?” She pressed further. “You’ve got other cases to look into? Other people and other families who have cases that are more urgent, more actionable, whatever.” She took a beat, a small breath. “Out of all of them, and everyone else, why TK?” “That’s a fair question, ma’am,” Carlos began.

thank you for the tags @firenati0n @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

@freneticfloetry @cha-melodius @whatsintheboxmh

@three-drink-amy @paperstorm @bonheur-cafe

@kiwiana-writes @heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses.

no pressure tags to @alrightbuckaroo @rmd-writes

@welcometololaland @dumbpeachjuice @clottedcreamfudge

@inexplicablymine @smc-27 @strandnreyes @iboatedhere

@sparklepocalypse @cricketnationrise @14carrotghoul and @seanchaidh7

WIP Wednesday

Many thanks to @jmagnabo92, @three-drink-amy, @theprinceandagcd and @duchessdepolignaca03 for the tags!

I've been primarily working on my neighbours AU for @aroyallybigbangrwrb but I thought I'd feature something a little more spicy today that is a much older WIP that I haven't gotten around to writing properly yet.

Alex takes himself in hand, thinking only about Henry. He finally understands why Henry’s face has been the one to appear in all of his fantasies over the past few months, almost every time he takes a shower and he can no longer resist the urge to touch himself. Now that he’s had the chance to experience the real thing, the taste of him, the weight of him in his mouth - it all finally makes sense. 

The next time they’re together, Alex desperately wants him in the shower.

Also taking the open tag from @kiwiana-writes!

More tags for anyone else who might like to share: @noahreids, @cha-melodius, @orchidscript, @myheartalivewrites, @cricketnationrise

@ships-to-sail, @rmd-writes, @indestructibleheart, @nontoxic-writes, @sparklepocalypse,

@magicandarchery @fullsunsets, @priincebutt, @onthewaytosomewhere, @dragonflylady77,

@suseagull04, @agame-writes, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @anchoredarchangel, @tinyarmedtrex

@henryspearl, @inexplicablymine, @nocoastposts

OK-so it's Wednesday and WIPs and all that

ok so i meant to get back to hockey and books 'cuz that's where i wanna be right now but my brain was in a not so creative place until someone broke me out of it last night

so for wirp wednesday i got bits of a new thing that is gonna be part of a series NOT-SO-MUCH ONE NIGHT STANDS (cuz well they don't necessarily stay that way) that i've already got 2 fics going for - one firstprince and one liam/pez cuz well that's apparently really becoming a thing for me

so first thanks @suseagull04 for the out of context lines tag - i have something for that too (not one of those other ones) throwing this on here too cuz i can lol

He kisses Henry on the cheek, whispers, “Get me whatever you wanna share,” and sneaks up to the office when everyone is finalizing the breakfast order

thank you so much for the wip wed tags @jmagnabo92 @theprinceandagcd @suseagull04 @firenati0n @adreamareads

@piratefalls @duchessdepolignaca03 @thesleepyskipper oh! and stealing @kiwiana-writes and @cha-melodius open tags cuz that's what they're for :)

nsfw words & tags (it's the words nsfw not the tags lol)beneath the tag

Now, it’s moments like right now, where he’s biting his way across Alex’s thighs, thighs sprinkled with just the right amount of hair, hairy in the way that Henry likes, not just a dusting but actual hair that catches on his tongue as he lavishes the spots he’s sucked bruises into. These moments are the ones that make him so glad he got away from everything else. He can have this anonymous moment with someone so hot he doesn’t want to kick him out the way he has the others eventually. It’s halfway through the morning after, and they’ve yet to get out of bed for more than bathroom trips – one of those with some spectacular moments in the shower – and some quick trips to the kitchen for drinks and some quick snacks when Alex lures him into turning on the tv and watching a movie after round three. They barely make it through the movie when Henry is orgasming for the fourth time that night. Henry is no stranger to multiple orgasms; he’s in his low 20s and knows that brings with it a quicker refractory period. But Alex, the stranger who’s fast working on filling Henry in on every aspect of his life so it no longer feels that way, is doing things for that quick refractory period he’s never experienced before.  Henry doesn’t know how he got so lucky last night when he accompanied Pez and Liam to the club, but he is beyond happy that Liam decided to bring his friend, and that said friend was agreeable to finding his way into Henry’s bed.

if ya already did this and i missed it i'm sure i'll find it - consider me a top gun pilot doing a fly-by lolz

tagging: @agame-writes @agostobuwan @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites

@dragonflylady77 @england-would-fall @firstsprinces @forever-fixating

@getmehighonmagic @heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine

@itsmaybitheway @jellibuns @junebugclaremontdiaz @littlemisskittentoes

@lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @mikibwrites @msmarvelouswinchester

@nocoastposts @priincebutt @sophie1973 @stellarm

@tailsbeth-writes @thedramasummer @thinkof-england @cricketnationrise

@tinyarmedtrex @typicalopposite @wordsofhoneydew @yrsacdfox

@captainjunglegym @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @violetbaudelaire-quagmire

WIP Wednesday

No words this week, I still hate everything oh well. Have some flowers instead.

Thanks for the tags @kiwiana-writes and @three-drink-amy. Open tag for those who want it, and a bunch of others below the cut.

@clottedcreamfudge, @rmd-writes, @celeritas2997, @14carrotghoul, @sherryvalli

@bigassbowlingballhead, @getmehighonmagic, @magicandarchery, @violetbaudelaire-quagmire, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

@iboatedhere, @nontoxic-writes, @tintagel-or-cockleshells, @leaves-of-laurelin, @dumbpeachjuice

@firenati0n, @wordsofhoneydew, @sparklepocalypse, @indestructibleheart, @inexplicablymine

@oxfordslutphase, @ninzied, @cactusdragon517, @adreamareads, @welcometololaland

@loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @nicijones, @justabigoldnerd, @bighandsforabigheart, @wolfpup026

@natendo-art, @mirilyawrites, @orchidscript, @eusuntgratie, @cricketnationrise

YOU’RE GONNA GO FAR

by: @inexplicablymine

Fandom: Red White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

Blurb: An introspective character study on Alex’s destructive tendencies post canon, and how he copes.

4.2K | M | One Shot

He would let the rich pavement and wide open highways take him home. Texas bluebonnet wild, cicada strong, sideways pampas grass floating freeways situated between wildfire season and the inevitable downpour of hail that tramples Mother Nature's roadside finger paintings.

But he fucking can’t.

Because New York City doesn’t have cicadas; it has cockroaches.

He can’t take the key around his neck and let it be a homing device—protective shield across his heart when he’s run out of air and the gas tank goes low.

Or, After the dust settles and the Brownstone becomes home, it should all be okay. So why does it all still feel so hard?

READ NOW ON AO3

Thank you @carlos-in-glasses for the tag!

The next time he starts to wake up, his eyes feel a bit more likely to stay open, his body is a bit more receptive to being awake. Slowly, he opens his eyes, one and then the other. It’s still bright in the room. But, when Alex glances over, Henry isn’t asleep any longer.

“Alex?” Henry gasps, leaning forward. “Oh my god, you’re awake.” His eyes close, his expression somewhere between happy and broken. “Thank god.”

“Are you okay?” Alex asks, his voice raspy.

Henry lets out a wet laugh. “Me? You’re insane. Yes, I’m okay. I mean, physically at least. I’ve been a bit of a mess emotionally.”

Alex finally squeezes Henry’s hand. “Baby,” he murmurs. Henry doesn’t push him to talk more, doesn’t fill him in on anything. Instead, he sits there and watches Alex as he runs his fingers through Alex’s hair. It’s immediately comforting. Alex sinks further into the pillow, turning his head toward Henry with a lazy smile.

For quite a while, it’s just that: Henry’s fingers in his hair and the pleasant knowledge that they’re both still alive.

Tagging: @everwitch-magiks @indomitable-love @clottedcreamfudge @rmd-writes @welcometololaland

@thesleepyskipper @liminalmemories21 @strandnreyes @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @inexplicablymine

@indestructibleheart @dumbpeachjuice @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @orchidscript

WIP Wednesday

First of all, thank you so much to everyone who's already submitted a prompt for my subscriber shindig! I'm having a fucking blast reading them all; some of you really understood the 'go buckwild' assignment and I'm obsessed with it, haha. There's still plenty of time to get a prompt in—I'm not going to close it off early—but I'll likely fill prompts more or less in the order I get them, if that affects when you want to drop into my ask box. Also I've had a couple of people submit anon without including their AO3 username: please make sure you include that if you're submitting anonymously, otherwise I won't be able to fill the prompt.

Anyway, today I'm back with more Doctor Who AU. I promise you won't need to be familiar with DW to follow this fic (I've roped multiple non-DW folks in to read it through to make sure, bless them) but there are definitely some easter eggs for the fans, including in this snippet:

Alex looks at him for a long moment, a sadness in his eyes that tells Henry he, too, has had to learn how to say goodbye. “He must be someone really special, to be worth all that.” It’s kind, and understanding, and there’s an undercurrent of something Henry can’t quite puzzle out—but it also makes him flinch away from sharing anything further. The thing is, the rest of the universe gets the full Time Lord of it all. They get the Last Child of Gallifrey, the Oncoming Storm, Ka Faraq Gatri the Destroyer of Worlds, the Lonely God, the Imp of the Pandorica, the Timeless Child. They pass down stories of how they were saved once, by a mysterious man in a blue box, the tales passed from parent to child until the hero of them is more myth than history. But Alex? Henry’s Alex, not this stranger who bears his name? The Alex who kisses Henry like he needs him to breathe, who calls Henry baby with a reverence he offers nothing and no one else, who only truly settles when his shoulders are bracketed with Henry’s own? That Alex is Henry’s, and Henry’s alone. “He’s no one.” Alex’s gaze flickers as Henry returns the diary to his bag, and Henry grits his teeth through the rest of the lie. “Just someone I travel with sometimes.”

Is tagging still fuckerooed? Who's to say? Tagging:

@agame-writes @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @celeritas2997 @cha-melodius

@clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @dumbpeachjuice @everwitch-magiks @firenati0n

@getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart

@inexplicablymine @jellibuns @junebugclaremontdiaz @leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes

@lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @matherines @myheartalivewrites @ninzied

@nocoastposts @nontoxic-writes @notspecialbabe @orchidscript @piratefalls

@read-and-write- @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @ships-to-sail @smc-27

@sparklepocalypse @stereopticons @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged

and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

Kiwiana's Subscriber Shindig

I hit an absolutely wild (to me, anyway) AO3 subscriber milestone overnight, and after lying on the floor for a while about it, I want to CELEBRATE with a ficlet fest for all y'all who are so kind and supportive and just fucking awesome.

So! Feel free to send me:

A location: I absolutely encourage you to go buckwild here, because y'all know I love a challenge. You can also include a (vague) time period as well as a location if you want to, but you absolutely do not have to. (And there's no guarantee that if you don't send a time period it will be modern-day!)

A ship or focus character of your choice

Your username on AO3, if it differs from your tumblr username, so I can gift it to you there once it's written!

A maximum rating if you're not happy for it to go to E. I'm not saying all of them will, but... well, y'all know me, it's always a risk. So if you wouldn't want to read something E-rated, let me know what the highest rating you'd be happy with is.

And in return you get... a ficlet. Honestly, could be anywhere from 300 to 3000 words, depending on where the mood so takes me. 1-3 are required, though; I need something more than "IDK whatever you feel like" (that's what my normal WIP list is for 😅)

Important note the first: the idea here is a jumping-off point rather than a detailed prompt. So something like "FirstPrince at the barbershop" is awesome! "FirstPrince meet-cute at the barbershop where Alex accidentally comes onto Henry and then they hook up" is more detailed than I'm looking for for these (also I already wrote that one, so it'd be a waste of your time.)

Important note the second: if you're submitting your request on anon, you will still need to give me an AO3 username, please—I can only accept one submission per person, to keep it fair and ensure that I can in fact still write other stuff as well. If you don't have an AO3 account, I still have a few kicking around which will get you signed up faster than the current waitlist: you'll just need to DM me your email address :)

Slide on into my ask box with your request! Requests will be open until April 30th 11:59pm UTC and I'll start filling once requests are closed.

Love y'all, thanks for being awesome and really forcing me to confront my imposter syndrome lmao ❤️

Several Sentence Sunday

Hiiiiii I am very late today (it is still Sunday here) but I promised some people I would share a snippet from my Fire Island WIP. You can also see a moodboard for this here. Because of that I am blatantly ignoring all rules about number of sentences.

Be warned, smut ahead:

That’s when he sees him. He’s seated at the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the warm water of the shallow end. There’s another man standing in the pool, with his face pressed to the spot where long limbs meet tiny waist. Honestly though, that’s not what gets Alex’s attention—he’s far from the only person in Alex’s line of sight having his cock sucked. But he’s certainly the prettiest. His whole body looks like it’s been chiseled from stone, like he’s a stolen Michelangelo that’s been brought to life solely for the purpose of luxuriating in the modern day equivalent of an exorbitant Renaissance portrait scene. Eyelids shutter over bright blue eyes as the man in the pool slips his mouth lower. Blond waves soak in the sun’s rays as he throws his head back, unknowingly teasing Alex with the sharp lines of his jaw and the long curve of his neck. Alex is vaguely aware that his swimsuit’s doing nothing to hide how hard he is right now. He’s not sure he can find it in himself to care. The man in the pool moves one of his muscular legs over his shoulder, taking the other man even deeper. A shudder runs through Alex’s body as he imagines what those strong thighs might feel like on either side of his own head. The man’s hand winds its way around the back of the giver’s head, lithe fingers tangling in the damp strands. Alex bites his lip. He wonders if the man might give them a tug if it was Alex’s curls under his fingertips.  Maybe if he asked nicely.

Tags below the cut, because tumblr is maybe still being weird and this is already long!

Thank you for tags @suseagull04 @affectionatelyrs @jelliebuns @anincompletelist @cricketnationrise

and @bigassbowlingballhead @14carrotghoul @firenati0n @magicandarchery @kiwiana-writes!!

I know it's late, but still tagging friends who wanted to see more of this, or who may still want to post (or who I'm just tagging to say hey): @rmd-writes @run-for-chamo-miles @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged @everwitch-magiks

and @inexplicablymine @eusuntgratie @tintagel-or-cockleshells @dumbpeachjuice @galitzine-nick

and @gayrootvegetable @leojfitz @songliili @read-and-write- (I know you posted already)

and @gay-flyboys @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @jackzimmermemes @junebugclaremontdiaz @msmarvelouswinchester :)))

Thanks for the tags, @kiwiana-writes @myheartalivewrites @indestructibleheart and everyone else who has tagged me in these writing things lately. I promise I’m still here but things have been rough and the writing is going really, really slowly. So this is, in fact, four sentences, not seven. But it’s something!

“And what are you going to do?”

Henry cups Alex’s cheek in his palm and leans in for a kiss that’s part check-in, part promise of what’s to come and Alex is so fucking turned on already that he might die.

When he breaks the kiss, Henry leans back against the counter and picks up his mug again.

“I’m going to finish my tea.”

@hippolotamus @lizzie-bennetdarcy @smblmn @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @ninzied

@magicandarchery @rmd-writes @inexplicablymine @welcometololaland @jamilas-pen

@nontoxic-writes @ships-to-sail @jettestar @beaiola @tyfinn

@filet-o-feelings @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 @celeritas2997 @wordthieve

some sentence sunday <3

and if i use this to plug my new fic about best friends fake proposing bc i literally just posted it... then what

hehe ty @jmagnabo92 @thesleepyskipper @porcelainmortal @anincompletelist @lfg1986-2

& @suseagull04 for the tags!

here are six seven eight sentences to the fic that is posted HERE :)

Henry smiles at their waitress and reaches over to hold Alex’s chin gently between his thumb and forefinger. He fixes Alex with a fond gaze and says, “I’m the luckiest man all around.”  And then he leans in and presses a soft kiss to Alex’s cheek, his lips lingering. It makes Alex’s skin tingle, all of his attention zeroed in on those few small points of contact. He can’t help but melt into that touch, the warmth and tenderness spreading through his entire body until it’s all that he can feel—just Henry, his Henry.  That comfort is a steady heat in his body, sparking embers that make the world seem much less cold.  And then Henry nuzzles, his nose pressing into the skin of Alex’s cheek before he pulls away and— Oh.

tagging @dragonflylady77 @fckngyrs @firenati0n @henryspearl @heysweetheart-writes

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @kiwiana-writes

@magicandarchery @ninzied @nocoastposts @nontoxic-writes @priincebutt

@read-and-write- @stellarm @tinyarmedtrex

Thank you @orchidscript @jmagnabo92 @cha-melodius @lemonlyman-dotcom @maxbegone @magicandarchery @porcelainmortal @piratefalls @anincompletelist & @suseagull04 for the tags ♥️

—

His laptop is still next door, his phone is still somewhere on the floor, Senator Luna’s name is still being dragged through the mud, and this is just the start. It’s only going to get worse the close they get to the election and the further Luna pulls ahead of Richards in the polls.

Alex knew all that last night when Henry kissed him but all he could think about was Henry’s lips and body moving against his own. His hands on Henry’s waist and the soft sound of his laugh when Alex hooked his leg around Henry’s hip and flipped them over.

He wants to bottle the sound and carry it with him from city to city. He wants to quit his job and follow Henry back to London because Henry will be going back to London, because this isn’t serious.

Because Alex isn’t looking for a boyfriend, and he’s definitely not about to fall in love, but if he’s being honest—.

—

Tagging:

@oxfordslutphase @fullsunsets @sunshinestrand @cricketnationrise @liminalmemories21 @luainthewild @youcancallmekathyp @bitbybitwrites @accol-fics @henryspearl @inexplicablymine