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A Boyfriend for Christmas [Klaine Fanfic]
Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel
Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, OC Finchel Child [also includes extremely brief appearances by Rachel Berry, Burt Hummel, Carole Hudson-Hummel, & Finn Hudson]
Chapters: 15/15 [Complete]
Word Count: 9,221
Rating: Teen&Up
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Christmas Fluff
Summary: When Kurt takes his 6-year-old nephew, Caleb, to see Santa, he's mortified when Caleb asks Santa to give his Uncle Kurt a new boyfriend for Christmas; Blaine - who is working as one of Santa's helpers - however, is eager to help Caleb get his Christmas wish.
Author Notes: Written for the December Klaine Fanworks Challenge hosted by @klaineadvent. all 21 daily word prompts were used to complete this story.
Original Post Date: December 2023
READ ON AO3
#december klaine challenge 2023#prompt: all words used#klaine#klaine fanfiction#klaine fic#glee fanfiction#glee#kiwi's writing#dkfwc#december klaine fanworks challenge#klaine advent#fic: abfc
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the best feeling as a writer is when you're in the flow jamming out words and then you write this small piece of detail that seems like it has thematic meaning and you're like woah... but i don't know what theme to connect that to... so you pause for a little bit and go through your plans and ideas and you MAKE A CONNECTION.... and now you're weaving that little throwaway line into a thematic connection throughout your entire story and adding more to your plans and fixing up your outline AND ITS JUST SO SATISFYING TO SEE IT ALL COME TOGETHER.......
#kiwi’s calls#writing#i was having trouble with the themes of this fic but now i think ive got it down <3
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Me writing details in a story:
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when you're too drained to write but writing is how you stop being stressed from the entire week AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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#Cyberpunk Edgerunners#never have I felt so confident making a meme#lmao#Lucy#Rebecca#Kiwi#Dorio#gae-bolg writes shit
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hi hi!! new fic :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/54597775
#bkdk#bakudeku#bkdk fic#ktdk#bakugou katsuki#midoriya izuku#bnha#mha#bnha fic#mha fic#bakudeku fic#katsudeku#deku#kacchan#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#my hero academia fic#boku no hero academia fic#kiwi writes
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What once was mine by kybee1497
“Do you want help?” Enid’s quiet question has Wednesday’s head snapping up. Their eyes lock in the mirror and Wednesday’s surprised to see a lack of pity across Enid’s face, merely an open curiosity.
Wednesday takes a moment to think about it. Would it be worse to leave her hair unbound for the day? Or to let Enid’s hands anywhere near it? She loathes the idea of letting anyone else near her hair but she supposes if it has to be someone, Enid would be preferred.
#wednesday#wednesday netflix#wenclair#wenclair fic#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#wednesday fic#Kyleigh writes stuff#kiwis fic moodboards
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Dec. 11th: You're Not My Girlfriend
Day 11: Playing with their hair/Cute habits
We’ve made it to day eleven of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!
Warnings: Maybe Swearing (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)
Word Counts: 1.1k+ Words
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader
Eddie was very protective of his hair. It was one of the first things you noticed when you became friends. While Steve spent time styling his luscious locks, Eddie spent his time finding ways to keep his hair naturally healthy and that meant that nobody was allowed to put their oily fingers in his hair. “It will fuck with my natural pH,” He once said after smacking Gareth, who tried to give him noogie. Ever since then, everyone stayed away from the hair, fearing Eddie’s wrath.
During movie nights with the group, even before you two started dating, Eddie would run his fingers through your hair, slightly massaging your scalp as he did so. It was comforting and made your heart just sizzle and burn with affection. You quickly noticed that Eddie would do this whenever he wanted to express affection and be close when actual closeness was inappropriate. For instance, during a group dinner with Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and Steve. Eddie, with his arm around your chair, would bring his hand up to run his fingers through your hair, running his fingers through the strands before dragging his fingertips across your scalp. You leaned in to this behavior. Eddie’s love language was physical touch and it was his way of reminding you, ‘Hey, I’m here and I love you.’
The fact that your love language was words of affirmation sometimes threw him off and the conversation about it was frequent. “Do you still love me?” He randomly questioned as you both played on your parents couch, Macy asleep on the floor. You were so confused, how could this boy possibly think your feelings for him have dwindled even slightly?
“Of course I still love you, probably more today than I did yesterday,” You said, reassuring the poor boy as you grabbed his hand. From that moment on, you made it your mission to express your love with physical affection so he would never question the love you had for him.
The first time you purposefully used affection to reassure your boyfriend, you were eating dinner with your Mom, Macy, and your grandparents. Though they knew who Eddie was, they weren’t the most thrilled by your relationship upgrade. “What do you plan to do after you graduate this year then, Eddie?” Your grandpa probed.
Eddie tensed up beside you but before he could respond, Macy interrupted. “Eddie is a rockstar, Papa!”
“How do you expected to do anything with that kind of career, will you be able to financially support a family?” Your grandpa continued asking.
“Grandpa!” You scolded, shooting glares across the table.
“No, it’s okay, babe,” Eddie reassured you before continuing. “I love to think I’m the rockstar that Macy thinks I am but while I wait for those dreams to take off, I got a job working at the record store on Main Street.”
“And we are so proud of you,” Your mom said, smiling at Eddie from across the table. Noticing Eddie’s tight smile, you reached up, placing your hand on the back of his neck before giving him a slight squeeze. Keeping your hand there, you began lightly running your fingers along his nape. Eddie quickly relaxed, looking at you with a soft expression.
“The crazy thing, Grandpa,” You started, continuing the soft touch to Eddie’s neck. “Is that I will support Eddie in any endeavor he wants to do as long as he’s happy and passionate about it. If he becomes the next Ozzy, I’ll be at his show, side-stage, cheering him on. If he decides that he doesn’t want to be a rocker and instead he wants teach music, I’ll be at every recital or performance cheering on the best teacher there is. That’s what it means to support your partner.” You sighed, before looking at Eddie who, in returning his love language with yours, mumbled out a soft, “I love you.”
The next time, Eddie noticed your increased physical touch was during his graduation ceremony. Though it was Eddie’s third time as a senior, it was perfect as you two graduated together. As you sat next to each other on the chairs in the stuffy gymnasium, Jason approached the two of you. “Third time really is a charm, huh, Munson.”
“I’m not doing this with you today, Jason,” Eddie grumbled out. Noticing his normally bubbly personality begin to shrivel into the person that only Jason seemed to change him into, you grabbed his hand before wrapping your other hand around his arm. Finding comfort in your touch, Eddie took a deep breath before responding again, “Enjoy your day, Jason.”
“That was impressive,” You mumbled out, pressing a quick kiss to Eddie’s neck.
With a shudder, his hand found yours on his arm before he squeezed it. Eddie said, ”You made me feel stronger.”
“I’m always here to help you when you need it, Eds,” You whispered. “Let’s go find our families.”
And today, the rest of the party noticed too. Everyone was hanging out at Steve’s house for their weekly movie night. The couches and recliner full of bodies, you and Eddie opted to lay on the floor with you sitting up right, leaning against the side of couch, and Eddie with his head in your lap.
“I’m just saying that I think ‘Halloween’ is probably the best slasher movie ever,” Dustin said, shrugging.
“No way, ‘The Hills Have Eyes’ scared me for months,” Lucas argued. “It’s definitely better.”
“You’re missing Dustin’s point, Sinclair,” Eddie laughed out. “‘The Hills Have Eyes’ is scary but what makes ‘Halloween’ better is how diabolical Michael Myers is with his slow speed.”
“Exactly!” Dustin shouted. You laughed at their childish argument before running your fingers through Eddie’s hair, your fingers massaging his scalp with a practiced touch.
“What are you doing,” Gareth gaped.
“Hm?” You questioned, your fingers continuing their movements. “What do you mean?”
“You’re touching Eddie’s hair,” Gareth said, loudly with fear in his eyes. Eddie, who had fallen under the trance of your fingers popped up at the mention of his name.
“I did not know that was against the rules,” I said, glancing down at Eddie before looking at the rest of the group, who all decided to stop their discussion and look at you two.
“It’s not against the rules for you, baby,” Eddie said, grabbing your hand and putting it back into his hair. “It’s against the rules for those assholes who liked to fuck with me.”
“Hey!” Gareth argued. “You quite literally punched me in the shoulder last time I even came new your hair.”
“Yeah, and you’re not my girlfriend,” Eddie retorted. “Besides, when she does it, it feels like love and comfort. I’m not worried about what she might be doing or a punchline she might be making.”
Eddie loved physical touch and the innocent touches that you could provide, whether that was rubbing his back or massaging his scalp, provided him with the sense of safety and comfort. And you were more than willing and happy to provide that.
#Eddie Munson#Eddie Munson x Reader#Eddie Munson Fluff#Eddie Munson x Reader fluff#Stranger Things#Stranger Things AU#Stranger Things FLuff#fckinwild kiwi#fckinwild kiwi writing#comp lady domestic december#domestic december
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hi what up I haven’t posted in a while but I’d like to share my favorite opening line of anything I’ve written recently (it is about my silly Fallout NV courier🤨)
“Old, dirty concrete tastes a lot like chalk.
A thick, grainy sort of chalk, sure. Bordering on inaccurate? Maybe. But by all name and fucking account, the thick layer of rubble across his tongue permeates an area of sensation that is distinctly and undeniably similar to chalk.
In times like these, Hank falls under the belief that it’s best to consider a taste carefully. Can’t get too picky. Can’t go off and eat shit, either. That’s why, face down in a growing pool of his own blood, he makes the educated, palette-expanded decision to factor out the underlying hint of copper mixed into his chalk.
At best, it’s a seasoning. Not a good one, mind you, but a seasoning. At worst, it’s brain damage. Horrible, major brain damage.”
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A Season of New Developments [Klaine Fanfiction]
Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel
Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Isabelle Wright
Chapters: 1/1 [Complete]
Word Count: 10,618
Rating: Teen&Up
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Different First Meeting, Christmas Fluff, Neighbors!Klaine, Coworkers!Klaine, Photographer!Blaine, Vogue!Kurt, Stylist!Kurt
Summary: Shortly after Kurt moves into a new apartment building and meets his hot new neighbor, Blaine, he hires Blaine to photograph a huge fashion spread that he's organizing for the January issue of Vogue. In the meantime, the two men spend their free time getting to know one another better.
Author Notes: Written for the Klaine Secret Santa Gift Exchange as a gift for @jayne89 ❤️️ Merry Christmas, Kay! 🎄 Hope you enjoy your gift! 🎁 :)
Original Post Date: December 2023
READ ON AO3
#klainesecretsanta2023#klaine#klaine fanfiction#klaine fic#glee fanfiction#kurt hummel#blaine anderson#glee#kiwi's writing#klaine secret santa#fic: asond
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I WAS SEARCHING FOR THIS LINE FOR SO LONG I CANT BELIEVE AROMANTIC/AROACE EDGEWORTH IS LITERALLY CANON
there’s literally so little rep of us anywhere ever and a character rejecting marriage is commonly a shorthand for showing their lack of interest in romantic/sexual affairs (especially sexual since it’s a teen game without talk of those subjects) (and because as much as the dev team loves wrightworth they’re never making it canon) so i’m attacking these crumbs pleaseeeeee PLEASEEEEEEEE
OBVIOUSLY PEOPLE CAN HEADCANON WHATEVER THEY WANT (aa people can definitely be in relationships like im a huge wrightworth enjoyer too) BUT OH MY GOD. aspec rep is literally so hard to find in popular media please just let us have this
#ace attorney#miles edgeworth#i KNEW this bitch was aroace before i even really knew his character and i was RIGHT#also quick rant my main issue w people shipping aroace characters isn’t that they’re aroace#it’s because they’re never written correctly and just treated like another allo person#we are a spectrum! we are different! it’s not gonna be the same writing us!#wish people could at least do research or ask an aspec person when writing aspec characters 😭#kiwi’s aspec posting
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Ways to demonstrate the level of exhaustion a character has
in the format of ‘Thing (example)’
Injures self doing something mundane (sprains ankle walking up or down small flight of stairs ir on flat surface, pricks finger chopping veggies, etc)
Says one thing, means something else (*holding a potato* *says with full confidence* this is a tomato.)
Does mundane, simple task Very Wrong (places sword with the clothes and tries to stuff scarf in the scabbard)
Switches the order of two words in a sentence (the waterproof says it’s bandaid)
Zoning out. Especially mid sentence. (“As i was saying, we should, um, *zones out*)
Says things that literally dont make sense [taking an example from my dear friend Tellie this time— “two stone birds.” (<instead of two birds one stone)]
Brain goes blank/shuts down when they try to do something mildly complicated (‘quick whats 2+5?’ ‘Um. Uh. 8.’)
No inhibitions or restraint (*is not one to show much affection* *walks in, sits down next to friend/crush/lover/etc, and immediately cuddles with them and/or falls asleep*
Cant think of any more, feel free to add on! This list is mostly for my own purposes, but i figured some of y’all might find my it entertaining or useful (or give me even more ideas/ways)
#kiwi rambles#writing save#kiwi talks about writing#and who me I totally didnt thing the one about waterproof bandaids that’s definitely just me being creative in thinking up an example-#*think not thing
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me, thinking about my WIP: yey, new idea for it!
me, trying to open up my WIP: ARGHHHHHHH! THIS IS PAIN! THIS IS MISERY! I AM GOING TO BE CONSUMED BY THIS DAMNING HELLFIRE!
me, writing my WIP: *kicks legs cutely* hehe can't wait to ruin this characters life! writing is so fun and easy once you get in the flow!
*takes break, closes WIP*
the next day...
me, trying to open up my WIP: ARGHHHHHHH! THIS IS PAIN! THIS IS-
#writing#writing memes#writer stuff#writeblr#writer#writers on tumblr#writerslife#im making this while trying to open up my WIP#wip wednesday#wip#now watch me wip#kiwi speaks
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happy valentine’s day! here’s some pro hero bkdk vday fluff :)
http://archiveofourown.org/works/53450914
#bkdk fic#bakudeku fic#bkdk#bnha#mha#bakudeku#ktdk fic#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#katsudeku#kiwi writes
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Never Again by kybee1497
There’s an uncomfortable twist in her gut at the Deja Vu of a dark haired young woman sitting in front of her calmly reporting a stalker. It’s what Mr. Thorpe is clearly working his way towards whether he realizes it or not. It’s something Larissa can not, will not, sit by and let happen again. Not to any of her students but especially not to Morticia’s daughter.
Or
Xavier Thorpe never did learn how to quit while he’s ahead. Enid Sinclair may have gotten there first but Larissa sat by and watched while Morticia’s stalker nearly killed her and she’ll be damned if she does it again. Xavier Thorpe has no idea what’s about to hit him.
#wednesday#wednesday fic#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#larissa weems#Larissa Weems pov#wenclair fic#wenclair#anti Xavier thorpe#Kyleigh writes stuff#kiwis fic moodboards#fic: never again
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Dec. 9th: Sitting on Santa's Lap
Day 9: Staycation/Day at the Fair
Day nine of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!
Warnings: Maybe Swearing (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)
Word Counts: 1.4k+ Words
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader
“You’re joking,” You said, wide-eyed and shocked. “You have never sat on Santa’s lap, ever?”
“Why are you surprised, Y/n,” Dustin said, laughing at your surprise. “Can you really picture Eddie, the most metal person ever, sitting on Santa’s lap?”
“I’d pay to see it happen,” Steve snorted, nudging Robin.
“You can pay me, Stevie,” Macy, your younger sister said, jumping from Eddie’s lap. “Eddie, I can go with you to see Santa if you’re scared. He’s a really nice guy, he smells like gingerbread!”
“You should make Steve pay all the time, love bug. Especially when he’s being mean,” Eddie mumbled, glaring at Steve before sticking his tongue out at him. “I’ll go with you to see Santa, though.”
“You’re too sweet to her,” You whispered, watching your sister’s face light up before she turned to run from Dustin as he tried to tickle her.
“Nah, it’s just how she should be treated,” Eddie responded before putting a kiss on your head. “We better get dressed to go to the Christmas fair, guys!”
“Yay!” Macy shouted, running around the room to find her shoes and coat. “I wanna sit in the car with Dusty and Will!”
Once everyone decided which car they would be riding in, everyone quickly got into their ride and took off towards the fair.
“What are you most excited to do, Macy Mace?” Will asked Macy, as she squealed in the back with excitement.
“I want to see Santa, duh,” Macy giggled, before continuing her list of must-sees. “Then we have to try the hot cocoa, ice skating, eat homemade popcorn, decorate the sugar cookies, race the elves-“
You quickly interrupted the five-year-old, “Mace, remember we have to take it slow, there are lots of other people with us and we have to take turns letting other people pick too.”
She released a giant sigh. “Okay.”
Before long, everyone had pulled into the parking spaces at the Christmas fair, and with your hand wrapped tightly around your sister’s and your other wrapped around Eddie’s, you guys braced yourself for the mayhem that was bound to ensue with a manic five-year-old.
“Let’s get some hot cocoa first, Mace,” Dustin said, reaching out for her hand.
“Yay,” She cheered for the second time today, as she let go of your hand to find Dustin’s.
“Are you really going to sit on Santa’s lap?” You questioned up at the metal head.
“Oh yeah, he is,” Robin said, giggling. “I’m going to make sure of it.”
“If you guys want to make fun of me for finally taking a piece of my childhood back with a five-year-old who is full of Christmas spirit, that’s fine,” Eddie said, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m going to enjoy it and not regret a thing. I intend to make this a day that Macy remembers.”
“It will certainly be one that I never forget,” Steve retorts, grabbing Eddie’s shoulders as Macy and Dustin return with their hot cocoas.
“How’s that hot chocolate, sweet pea,” You question, noticing the amount of chocolate around Macy’s mouth.
“So yummy,” she mumbled back, busy drinking the warm drink.
“I’m sorry, Y/n,” Dustin said, sheepishly. “We made a bit of a mess."
“Don’t worry about it, Dusty,” You said back, ruffling his hair. “I expected her to get messy today, it’s the way that I can prove she’s had a great day.”
“Santaaaaa!” Macy screamed out, quickly giving you her hot chocolate as she ran.
“Eds,” You quickly grumbled. “Please follow with her, I can’t run with the hot chocolate.”
Eddie quickly jogged over to where Macy was standing, wide-eyed and mesmerized by the giant man sitting on a chair surrounded by elves. “You ready to get in line? We have to wait our turn,” Eddie said, touching Macy’s head to get her attention.
“Let’s go, let’s go!”
Twenty minutes later, Eddie and Macy were next up in line. The excitement was radiating off of Macy in contagious waves. For the first time Eddie could remember, he was nervous in a little kid's way.
“Mr. Santa!” Macy cheered, approaching the man in a red suit.
“Well, hello dear,” Santa said. “What is your name?”
“My name is Macy, and this is my sister’s boyfriend, Eddie. He has never met you before so I wanted to introduce you guys!”
“Nice to meet you Eddie,” Santa said, smiling at Macy’s excitement. “Macy, what would you like for Christmas.”
“Eddie has to sit on your lap too,” Macy said, ignoring his question. “It’s tradition.”
“Mace, I think I’m too old and too big,” Eddie said, softly smiling at the little girl.
“No,” Macy argued. “Santa, he has to!”
“You can sit on my knee too, Eddie,” Santa said, trying to de-escalate the situation.
Eddie released a sigh before lowering himself onto Santa’s thigh, careful not to put too much weight on the gentleman. “I already sent you my Christmas list,” Macy rambled. “The highlights are a new easy bake oven and a bike. Eddie, what did you want to ask Santa for?”
“Uhm,” Eddie started. After having never been asked this question, he could not think of any materialistic things that would make him happier than the people surrounding him right now. But to please Macy he said, “I would love a new guitar strap or an amp.”
“Well you two, from my list I can see that you have both been very good this year. I will see what my elves and I can do for you,” Santa said, patting each of their backs.
“Thank you, Santa,” Macy cheered, climbing off the man’s lap and grabbing Eddie’s hand.
“Yeah, thank you Santa,” Eddie echoed. Santa shot him a wink in response. The rest of the crew, who were watching from beyond the line, called out as Macy ran up to them.
“Stevie, you have to pay me money now! I love the Christmas fair!” She cheered pointing a finger at Steve before she turned and started babbling away to Jonathan and Argyle about how they needed to decorate sugar cookies, now.
“How was Santa’s lap?” Mike joked out, causing you to lightly smack the back of his head. “Ow, what was that for?”
“Being a little jerk,” Nancy responded before you. “Come on guys, the show is over, let’s go get the homemade popcorn.”
Eddie, hanging behind the group a big, gently pulled your hand to get you to slow your pace. “How was that, Eds?”
“Felt weird,” He responded quietly. Realizing how he must be feeling, you didn’t push, instead, you stopped walking and pulled him into you.
“You deserve some cookies and hot cocoa, mister,” You mumbled wrapping your arms around his waist, tightly.
“Please,” Eddie sighed, his body melting into yours. Hand-in-hand, you walked with Eddie towards the others to check on Macy before getting Eddie hot chocolate. “Thank you,” Eddie said, smiling down at you as you handed him the warm drink.
“Anything for you my love,” You responded. “Now let’s go get find the sugar-crazed Macy and see if she’s ready to go home!”
After hours of playing at the Christmas fair, and Macy being so tired that Eddie had to carry her, everyone decided it was time to head home. Jonathan drove El, Argyle, Will, and Lucas home and Steve took Nancy, Robin, Mike, and Lucas. Dustin and Max rode back with you, Eddie, and Macy. After dropping everyone off at their houses, Eddie pulled your car into the driveway.
“I think my mom is inside, Eds,” You whispered to the boy as he was getting your sister out of her car seat. “If you want to put her in her bed and meet me in the living room, we can watch a movie?”
“Sounds perfect,” He whispered back. You closed the car doors behind him before racing around to get the front door too. Your mom greeted the three of you before ushering Eddie upstairs to tuck Macy in after him. You walked into the living room, turned on the TV, and got some blankets out before sitting on the couch.
“I think a piece of my childhood was given back to me today,” Eddie said to you as he walked back into the living room where you were sitting. “I can’t thank you or your sister enough for allowing me that space to feel that.”
“Oh, baby, come here,” You choked out, making grabby hands towards Eddie. As he found his space beside you, you pulled his body into yours, dragging your nails along his scalp. “I feel so lucky that you feel safe enough with us to let yourself have these moments.”
“Can we go back to the fair next year too? Make it a tradition?” He asked, looking up at you with a child-like twinkle in his eyes.
“Our own traditions,” You whispered, mostly to yourself. “I would like that.”
#Eddie Munson#Eddie Munson Fluff#Eddie Munson x Reader#Eddie Munson x Reader Fluff#Stranger Things Au#Stranger Things#Stranger Things Fluff#stranger things fic#comp lady domestic december#domestic december#fckinwild kiwi#fckinwild kiwi writing
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