Happily Ever After

❤ Happily Ever After

Request by @zerocanonlywriteshit on Tumblr: "This is sooooo good well there possibly be a part 3?" Part 1, Part 2

[2500+ words]

[he/him pronouns]

Description: You, George, and Wilbur visit the US. Unsurprisingly, it's hard to keep your feelings for Wilbur and Sapnap lowkey. (Sapnap x M!Reader x Wilbur)

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{《☆》}

The sun was warm against your skin, the soft pink shades of the sky melting into purple and orange and the prettiest shade of yellow you've ever seen. George is tucked into your shoulder, tired from the long flight, sitting with his legs tucked by his side on the bench. Your luggage is pulled in close, close enough for you to keep it all safe.

Wilbur is leaning back against the wall, one of his legs splayed over your lap. He doesn't look too sleepy but he still rests his eyes for a few seconds. His pretty lips puff up at the cold, blowing hot air out before they decide to tug themselves closer to you. As both of their personal heaters, you're also now responsible for their luggage.

The taxi should be getting there soon but you can't find it within yourself to wake up either of your boys, George leaning against your collar bone like he was 7 again and Wilbur slumped into your shoulder, head pressed to yours. His cold arms, bare without the sweater he had given to you, are wrapped loosely around your waist. Even in his sleep, he desires to be closer to you.

You press your cheek closer to him, breathing in the feeling of packed air, warmed by the sun and cooled by the wind. It's nice, you think. Wilbur's sweater pools around your hips and you smile. You weren't able to wear your binder on the plane, as it was longer than 8 hours, so Wilbur offered his sweater to make you more comfortable.

You pick off a piece of lint and another car rolls up to the curb, one of many. This one though has your taxi number on it. You nudge Wilbur up and he blinks away the sleep easily enough. George groans when you try the same thing with him, his bottom lip jutting out into a pout instantly. Wordlessly, you cave and pull him up yourself.

He stumbles into your arms and with practised ease, you pull him towards the taxi. Wilbur's already shoved your luggage in the trunk with the help of the driver, instantly settling into your side as you sit in the middle of both of them again. If you weren't playing the role of responsible adult right now, you'd fall asleep with them.

The ride is a bit bumpy but you manage to avoid potholes and surprisingly quicker than you expected, you appeared at the hotel you'd all be staying at. George had tried getting you to agree to stay with him at Dream's house but although you had a close connection to Sapnap, liking someone and living with them were two different things. Wilbur had agreed to share a room with you, with two beds, while George stayed with Dream and Sapnap. Today though, with the early morning sun leaving you all drowsy, you and George piled into the same bed while Wilbur collapsed on the other fully dressed. Shoes and all.

Pulling your brother's shoes off, tucking them by the door, you also took Wilbur's off. He grumbled something thankful but was still face down in the bed, too muffled for you to fully hear. You took off your shoes and switched to more comfortable pants. After throwing a blanket over Wilbur and tucking your brother under the covers, you wiggled next to him.

George latched onto you, ever a clingy sleeper. He babbled something incoherent in his sleep before twisting to eat a mouthful of pillow. You gave up stopping him, relaxing back. You could still see a bit of sun peeking through the window, now higher and stronger. Not as pretty but still just as warm and cosy.  You closed your eyes with the last image in your head the thought that orange and yellow mixed well together.

{《☆》}

George ends up pushing you off of the bed just a few minutes before it turns 9 am. You take a deep inhale and exhale, contemplating the consequences of sleeping on the floor. Your back aches just at the thought and you sit up when you realized it'd make it another day without a binder if you fell back asleep.

The bathroom in the hotel is big, with clean marble counters and a porcelain bathtub. You take your time brushing your teeth and using the bathroom. You quickly pull a binder out of your suitcase and it takes you barely any time to put it one, relaxing back into the tightness of it. It doesn't hurt, George would kill you if you ever purposefully sized down, but it hides your chest well and honestly, you're convinced whoever made them was a god.

Flicking the lights off, you pull the curtains apart. The sun, shifting higher in the sky with every minute that passes, shines down on Wilbur's face from where he hangs slightly off the bed. You reach over to pull his head on the bed, smiling down at how he melts into the contact, leaning into your hand with a simple shift of his neck. You can't help yourself from brushing your finger over his cheek, thumbing the blemishes that make him so perfect to you. He looks so pretty, you realize for not the first time. It's a shame that Sapnap's heart also weighs you down.

You like both of them, that much you've managed to realize before you left. it's an odd thing to think about, knowing that both of them hold something delicate to your heart. You know there are solutions, communication would be the best option, but even the thought of talking about your feelings have your brain-twisting.

You shake Wilbur's shoulder to avoid thinking about it more. He grumbles with some curse word or another hissed with it. You shake his shoulder again, "Wil, wake up."

He flips to his side, hand reaching up to grab your own. He tugs your arms closer until you stumble onto the bed too. Wilbur flips the blanket to wrap cover you and wraps his arm over your shoulder, an ineffective way of trapping you if you were fully awake but one that manages to keep you there anyway. "No."

"Wilbur, we should go eat the free breakfast before it's over." You try, still trying to unwrap the blanket. "Otherwise you're going to have to pay for Walmart food."

Wilbur grumbles, digging his nose into the pillow. You smile softly, reaching up to the arm around your shoulder. Gently, your pull away and trace his knuckles. "C'mon, you'll get to see what George looks like half-asleep."

"Fine," Wilbur grumbles, pulling himself up with you. You brush the hair from his face, unable to control the urge, staring into his beautiful brown eyes. He smiles dopily at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your fingertip when your hand drops. "Good morning,"

"Goodmorning, Wil," You stand up, pulling him by his wrists until he stands, using you as his crutch for a second. The floor is cold and you suddenly realize you don't have socks on. It makes sense, who sleeps with socks on, but it's still a jarring sudden realization. "Now, go brush your teeth so that I can start waking him up. Go."

Wilbur walks off and you push yourself forward to get over the way his hips move. George is clutching a pillow close to his chest, blankets kicked off of him in his sleep to lay fitfully on the floor. You, unceremoniously, plop on top of him.

"Oof!" George whines, falling back into a routine you knew so well. "Get off you big oaf!"

"No, I don't think I will," You wiggle more, pushing back as George desperately tries to push you off. "Now get up."

"No," George kicks at you, rolling over and pushing his face into the pillow. He cries out as you scoot over him again, going weightless. "Fine, fine get off!"

You roll off of him, grinning at his unimpressed glare.  Reaching over, you squeeze his nose between your fingers and he swats it away quickly. "Goodmorning, ratface,"

"I'm literally going to kill you," George sways for a second standing, making you lean over to check on him, but then he rights himself in a second and leaps at you. Quickly, you both are tumbling on the bed, George's elbow bitting into your side before you roll him over and kick him softly to the other side of the bed. Your giggle is cut short by George throwing a pillow at your face.

"Really?" Wilbur asks when he walks out of the bathroom, eyebrows raised, ruffling his wet hair that is frizzy and stuck up. He shakes his head with a smile, "C'mon, I thought we were going to go get breakfast."

George frowns up at Wilbur, pouting. "Fine, I'll go get washed up."

"Are we meeting up with Sapnap and Dream today?" Wilbur asks as he sits, throwing a leg over your lap. You shrug, glancing over at your phone that sits on the night table innocently. It doesn't seem to buzz at all but then again, Sapnap usually texts you a late good morning to match with your time.

(The thought that now he doesn't need to buzzes in your brain.)

"I can text and ask if he's open to meeting up for lunch later." Glancing over at the bathroom your brother is washing up in, you frown slightly. "Maybe, George would like to meet up earlier though. We can always have breakfast together, I suppose."

"Well, what about you," Wilbur asks, making you turn back to him. "What do you want to do?"

"I dunno, I guess I'd like to stay and have breakfast with my brother before he leaves."

"So we'll stay and have breakfast here," Wilbur smiles at you, lips smoothed into the prettiest smile you've ever seen. "Glad that's settled now."

You laugh, pushing his leg off your lap gently. George comes out of the bathroom, flopping down forward into your lap, throwing his arms over Wilburs. It's nice to laugh with people you hold so dear, even if something was missing.

{《☆》}

A few hours later you're dressed up in a casual, but nice, outfit as you all prepare to meet up with Sapnap and Dream (though the man argued that he could just order food in so that you could all eat at his house) they both agreed to a small restaurant that sold private rooms so that they could all keep their appearance lowkey.

"(Y/N)!" Sapnap cries out, face split into the widest grin. He is too close to need to run but he still jogs towards you, arms outstretched wide and inviting.

"Sapnap!" You yell back, leaping forward into your online-- now IRL--- friend. His arms are warm, enveloping you tightly as he pulls you so much more closer. Tears are wetting your eyes and threatening to spill but Sapnap blubbers out odd words as he jumps with you, spinning and almost knocking both of you to the ground.

"(Y/N)!" Sapnap cries, sniffling himself. It makes your eyes water and then a few tears spill. "You're here!"

"So are you!" You pull away, wiping at your eyes with a grin. "Oh my god! Sapnap!"

"(Y/N)!" He chirps again, smiling even wider.

"All right everyone, calm down," Wilbur chuckles as he gives a small clap of his hands, watching you and Sapnap with a curious look in his eyes. (Above/Below) your head, their eyes meet and something sparks. It's only when Wilbur says this do you realize that someone came in behind Sapnap, Dream, and is still holding your brother in his arms. It's not inherently romantic but it makes you smile at how happy your brother is to finally be with his best friends.

"Let's sit," Dream says with a smile, pulled away from your brother but still at his side. You take the seat in the middle, Sapnap and Wilbur on both of your sides. "It's nice to meet you, (Y/N). I kinda can't believe you guys are in America now."

"I know, it's oddly weird to be back," You rest your hand on your palm momentarily before your mother's chiding voice bites back in your head telling you to keep your elbow off the table.

"Oh yeah! You went to school here, didn't you," Wilbur smiles at you when you turn to him, remembering a fact you had forgotten you told him. "I don't remember the name, sorry."

"That's fine, I stayed in Cali studying (major) but I was around another month or two before I came back to bother George." You poked George over the table, laughing when he swatted your hand away. "I haven't gone to see much of Florida."

"Most regular people don't," Sapnap nods, nudging shoulders with you. "Dream's holding me captive though,"

"Oh shut up, Sapnap," Dream scoffed, narrowly missing you as he kicks Sapnap under the table. He rolls his eyes, still smiling fondly at him.

The dinner passes quickly, something warm and gooey bubbled up inside of you with every joke that made you laugh until your insides hurt. This was nice, it was more than nice, it was all of your favourite people in one room. It felt like home.

{《☆》}

Sapnap decided to stay with you and Wilbur and wander the streets, Dream and George going to pick up his bags and take them to the shared house.  You balanced on a car bump in a parking lot of a 7-11. Wilbur was poking around in the store for something to chew on, assuring you he would get something good enough for all of you. 

Sapnap stood in front of you, smiling all amused at you as you teetered. "Having fun?"

"Yes, I--" You shrieked as you fell forward, taking Sapnap down with you. You tumbled into the gravel, giggling like children. 

Wilbur stepped out of the store, leaning over the two of you. "Should I ask?"

You giggle again, reaching up to pull Wilbur down with you. He stumbles and is slightly over you, an arm keeping him up on the side of your head.  "Hi!"

"Hi," Wilbur smiles, moving to get off of you. Still though, in the spirit of all of you on the gravel, he lies down next to you.  Sapnap reaches over you for a handful of whatever Wilbur had gotten.

It comes up suddenly, a burst of affection for both of them. You can't stop yourself from muttering it softly to yourself, not as quiet as you had thought, however. "I love you guys."

"Love you too," Sapnap says, as light as wind. The words freeze you but Wilbur doesn't skip a beat.

He shifts to his side, facing both of you. Quick and easy, he leans forward to kiss your nose. "Love you."

You fluster horribly, hands reaching up to cover the horrible grin you have now. "I didn't mean to say that."

"We still meant it," Wilbur says, eyes so soft and sweet as they look at you. 

"Yeah," Sapnap nods along, staring up at the darkening sky above you all. "You're like, amazing."

You laugh because you don't know what else to do. "I didn't expect today to be like this."

Sapnap shakes his head with a smile, "I wouldn't change a thing."

"Neither would I," You mutter as Wilbur leans back over to give you a real kiss.

{《☆》}

[Well well well, I'm a little liar. I'm trying to do a few more requests before I do what I actually said I was gonna do. Next will be a part 2 to the BBH fic and I'm going to try to get as many requests out as rn since I have a small Thanksgiving break.]

[Besides that tho, go self care and eat food and drink water and get a full 8 hours of sleep 💪👊🤬]

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Taglist: @creatorofstars

Hello i love your writing especially for eret and im am literaly begging you could you make a part 3 to the my king and connections where eret like asks them out or anything else you wanna write. I'd love it either way. ❤️

Hello this is literally so sweet! I'm going to be posting the part 3 tomorrow (at 1pm est!) and this request has been a long time coming! I hope you have a lovely day anon <333

❤ Darling~

Request by (@) itsnotfire on Wattpad : "Could we get a part two of this where the reader does test Fundy's loyalty please? Also your work is absolutely amazing!" PART 1

[1800 words]

[They/Them pronouns]

Description: Your cute little hero's been homesick. As some quick fun you let him return home for a day :). (Fundy x M!Reader) This is unhealthy. So many things in this relationship are MEANT to be unhealthy. Do not glorify/romanticize these things because they are toxic and illegal.

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{《☆》}

It starts like all good things, with a bang.

Fundy's cooking for you, a hobby he's taken up as weeks with nothing to do have passed by. You can smell it from the study, the lining of cow's blood he mixed in the soup just for you. Fundy's part fox, which means he enjoys raw meat just as much as you, but he's never enjoyed human blood as much as you do. It's sweet for him to add some in, even if it's cows blood.

You're filing down more paperwork, seems some vigilante named Monarch has been raiding your warehouses looking for something or... You chance a glance towards the photo on your desk, a high-quality one of you and Fundy in your background having a picnic. He was laughing when it was taken, beautiful brown eyes pressed closed, cheeks slightly red. You loathed admitting you had gotten a tad attached to the little fox but the thought of someone coming looking for him had your blood boiling.

Then, as you almost snapped your pen in half, a loud bang came from the kitchen alongside a sharp yelp from Fundy. You rushed forward, slightly breathless as you whirled into the kitchen only to find Fundy tearing up, shaking on the floor as boiling soup soaks his clothes.

He looks up at you, shaky lips pressed together to hold sobs in. Without any hesitation he rushes for you, throwing himself into your chest to sob. The soup is a mess on the floor, steam rolling off it and you grimace. You peel him away from you, looking at the mess he's made of himself.

"Oh darling," You coo, reaching up to cup his face. "You're filthy. I bet it hurts, doesn't it."

Fundy nods, sniffling. "I didn't mean to drop it, I swear. It was just so hot and..." he sniffles, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, shh shh, look at me." You wiped tears and soup off his face. "Go run a shower and I'll get someone to pick this up and meet you there."

"Okay," he muttered softly. Glancing back at you, he leaves slowly.

You sigh, turning to the kitchen. It's a burden to pick up yourself so you'll just call someone to do it for you. As you call for a helper, you think back to Fundy's distant behavior. He's been zoning off far more lately and while he's always quick to fix anything he does wrong, today he's... sensitive.

You don't stand around long. After you call them, you're already making quick strides to catch up to Fundy. As you open the door, you catch the sniffling over the pouring of the bath.

Fundy looks over, stripped sown to just his boxers, which miraculously look barely touched. He does brighten up a bit when you enter but it's still diluted in the melancholy.

You strip to your undergarments too, sitting in the large tub with Fundy gladly between your legs, back to your chest. Your little fox greatly enjoys being held, even now that somethings bothering him he's all over you, head tipped back to rest on your shoulder.

"What's wrong darling," You ask gently, pressing soft kisses to his jawline. "You're acting more distant than usual."

"It's nothing just..." He bites his lower lip and looks away with a sigh. "I miss home."

You try to ignore the tension in his body as he asks. It's so off-putting when he gets scared of you. You sigh, thinking back to Monarch's recent break-in to one of your warehouses, trying to find information on Fundy, rightfully assuming you had something to do with it. Maybe... maybe he could visit home.

"If you miss them that badly, you could visit." You suggest casually, though you know the suggestion is anything but to him.

"Really!" Fundy turns, water sloshing out of the tub. He throws his arms around you, "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!"

{《☆》}

"You're not coming along," Fundy asks again, biting his lip.

"I'll be there the entire time, just not by your side." You assure him, reaching up to brush hair from his eyes. He smiles widely at you, relaxing back at your words. He offers his arm to you one more time before you leave. "Not right now, darling. Can't have you looking less than perfect for your family."

Fundy pouts but obeys as obediently as always. You fix his shirt, making sure the hem isn't too roughed up. It's an old shirt but you can't just dress a missing person in a suit and send him back. He has to look somewhat hazardous. As you hold your hand at his collarbone, pressing against it lightly, he tries to smile. "I'll miss you."

"I know you will, darling." You smile, pulling your hand away. Fundy chases it for a second before swaying back in place, stock still just for you. "Now, I can't drop you off but if you ever need me just say the word. I have people ready to teleport us out."

"Y/N..." Fundy hesitates. "How long do I have with them?"

"All day if you're good." You smiled as Fundy squared his shoulders. "Now, let's go before someone wakes up."

You walk Fundy down an empty road, face covered with an cracked obsidian mask, molten gold filling the cracks. He seems anxious as you walk, hand curled into yours. You stop a few blocks before Fundy's previous residence as a precaution, bringing his hand up for a brief kiss before disappearing into the shadows.

The fox turns toward the street that will guide him home, firey red eyes glimmering in the artificial street light. He takes a step forward, and then another. He starts running, hair mused by the wind, feet carrying him faster as his neglected powers crackle with eagerness. As eager to be used again as Fundy was.

You follow behind casually because you already know where he's running. When you catch up, Fundys gasping lightly, hands on his knees as he stares at his old home with wonder. When he gets his breathe back he reaches forward, hands brushing the redwood door adoringly.

After a seconds hesitation and a glance back for you, he knocks. And then knocks faster. There is a distant voice you can hear yelling but Fundy doesn't stop.

"What!" They yell before the sight in front of their eyes catches up to their brain. They reel backwards, hands reaching to hold their mouth. "Fundy...?"

"Dad," he answers back, voice just as wet. He reaches forward and Wilbur wraps his arms around him and lifts him up, breathless. "Dad! Dad, put me down!"

"Where were you," Wilbur says when he puts him down, voice still shocked as he holds Fundy's face between his hands. He can't quite seem to help himself from pulling Fundy back into his arms.

"Nowhere important, Dad," Fundy mumbles into his father's shoulder. You feel something twist uncomfortably in your stomach as you stare at the reunion but it's easy to ignore. "I don't really want to talk about it. Can we just... watch a few movies? We could have that pizza from down the block?"

"Fundy you hate that place," Wilbur says with a small frown, he smoothes it out easily when Fundy just tilts forward with a sigh. "Alright. I'll call them and we can watch Treasure Planet. How'd that feel bud?"

"I'd love that," Fundy says, more relaxed than you've ever seen him. "I really, really would."

The night goes off without a hitch. Wilbur seemed tense but he always let Fundy lie to him and pretend it was nothing. They sit around and eat really cheesy pizza and watch the same movie twice before just talking for another 3 hours. They eat the leftovers of the pizza and Wilbur makes sure to remind Fundy every 5 minutes that he loves him.

When Fundy took a step out the front door, face nostalgic and sad, Wilbur took it in stride. He sweeps Fundy into one last hug, shoulders shaking with repressed tears. When he pulls away, he sets a gentle kiss on Fundy's forehead and says one last time, "I love you."

And Fundy smiles, that sweet and gentle one you had grown to adore, "I know, Dad. I love you too."

He steps away, pausing for a moment like he's rethinking something. With a small shake of his head, he lets go of the hesitation and leaves. You wait, staring right at Wilbur- Willow, you realize now, and his face splits into a soft sob as he falls to his knees.

You turn to follow after Fundy and don't looks back.

{《☆》}

Fundy has been in a higher spirits after his visit home. He seems lighter now that he's been reassured they're okay. It's not really insulting that he thinks you'd hurt them, you've had far worse assumptions made about you. Your mother had thought you the antichrist and tried murdering you as a young toddler, so at least this one was believeable and didn't result in a lifelong scar.

He seemed normal, pressing kisses to your bloody hands when you returned from work, bleeding for you, tracing your claims on his body like he wanted to brand them into his skin. But you never quite managed to get rid of the memory of his willing departure. You had started this with adrenaline coursing your veins, joyful at how much work Fundy was to break, ravishing yourself in his unique blood. Now though, it felt different. There was no game to play now that you knew he was loyal to you, utterly and completely yours.

You flicked through papers from your henchmen who were only reporting minor issues, homeless people breaking into warehouses or vigilantes sniffing around. Ugh, even they had started producing higher numbers. You were undoubtedly the strongest villain in the city and yet— You were incomplete.

"Darling," You call out, lips quirked up as eager footsteps come racing. Fundy waits patiently by the door for you to say something, anything at all. You rack your finger against the desk, nodding him over. As he settles on your lap, hands on your shoulder silently, something feels wrong.

You look back at your desk, staring at the picture of a homeless kid. Their thin white hair is disheveled as they struggled against two of your workers. Their pale blue eyes glare up at the camera, mouth foaming as he likely screams at the worker holding it. He was apparently a homeless kid with an unusually strong superpower who had broken in for a night's rest. You tilt your head at the photo for a second.

Maybe...

You look into Fundy's eyes, a sharp-toothed grin on your face. "How'd you feel about adopting a kid?"

{《☆》}

[Bro this request is from like 3 months ago ;-; I'm so behind on requests. FYI, the next request is for a third (and final part) of the King Eret works and then after that is another Eret request for a sequel to Sweet Summer Sun. If you're a first time reader who doesn't know what the fuck those are, go to the Eret section and have fun!]

[Anyways I'm going to go start that and then I'm going to rewatch Doukyuusei (this really cute mxm story and it's just ahfkahgk!!!) Take care of yourself, you are loved and appreciated and there are things and people and stories waiting for you that you don't even know exist yet so hold on until you get to meet them and then let them help pull you up.]

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April Fools 🖤

Description: April Fools with MCYT's

Dream, Tommy, Grian, and Wilbur

Dream

This mean little teletubby is absoloutely spending/doing whatever he needs to ruin your day (in a totally fixable and not cruel way).

He's the type to put a bucket of water on your door and record you being soaked

He'll also put salt

All over your food

Like enough salt to fill an ocean (not really but it's a lot of salt)

He'll definitely be a good sport if you decide to prank him back but if you dont

He'll feel a tad bad and spend the next week spoiling you to make up for it

Tommy

Okay so

Tommy doesn't really strike me as an all out pranker unless it's in like minecraft

He might do some stupid shit like the salt thing or maybe hiding your things

All really easy things that don't take much time

And he'll tell you where everything is if you don't find it by dinner

He'd definitely play up any reaction to a prank but it'd all just be show and he won't actually stab you with his "many many knives"

Grian

Okay so Grian would love to prank you either in person or minecraft

All small things and he'd help fix any damage he caused cause he's nice

He's also going to rope you into pranking someone with him

Probably scar

And Mumbo

If you prank him, he'd be absoloutely delighted. He's better than a good sport about it, he wants to learn how you did it and spend a while laughing with you about it.

He'll be back to normal the next day but let it be known he took notes

Next April Fools will be chaos

Wilbur

Wilburs the weird type of pranker

He won't do conventional pranks

Like you may not even be aware he's pranking you until you spot him laughing maniaclly

He'd put all your furniture like an inch to the left and laugh when you bump into it

And hide my little ponies toys around your room

You didn't notice until Twilight Sparkles horn stabbed your butt when you sat on your bed

He won't explain where he got them or why

You think he's a bronie and now he's the one suffering

Thanks for the tag :D!!!

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Currently Reading?  Rereading Harry Potter Series (Fuck you JK)

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Cravings? Crisps, it’s always crisps. You want to know the way to my heart, it’s freaking crisps

Currently working on? Alot of unfinished fanfics

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I need something to distract me from finals

fanfic end of the year asks

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