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[misplacedforeverpartners]

A little Andreil!au webweave for my fic I made instead of writing it !

[peter-griffin-mpreg]

Thanks but no Thanks alternate ending leak

[hermitreunited]

🎉🎉Happy Anniversary to me!! 🎉🎉A year ago today, I posted my fic tua fic, which started off a really productive creative year, and helped me make a bunch of super amazing friends. I wanted to post a new fic today in celebration, but I just don’t have anything ready for that yet (it was a really productive year, by which I mean 5 fics. I am quite a slow writer).

BUT I thought I could still share a bit from a multichapter fic I am currently working on - my stab at a prospective season 2 fic, that I’ve been referring to as the 1963 fic because it takes place then, after they hop back in time at the end of season 1.

Hopefully I can get it written before an actual season 2 comes along and makes the whole thing moot, but for now, here’s a piece from the first chapter, wherein 23-year-old Dave is working as a rookie bartender when two weird looking guys come into the bar late at night. One is covered in knives and the other is wearing dog tags and his big green eyes are looking at Dave like he really does think that this drink will change his life...

It flows off his tongue so easily. Calling this other man ‘dear.’ It makes Dave notice how the collar of the shirt underneath Klaus’ vest swoops so low, so revealing. His loose posture, the thick dark lines bringing out his eyes. The spark shining in those eyes when they slip slowly from the whiskey swirling in his glass up to meet Dave’s gaze.

Dave flushes. Suddenly his palms are sweaty and his mouth is dry. He grabs a towel to wipe down the already clean counter, needing it more as a prop than anything else.

Klaus takes another sip. He takes an expectant inhale, but hesitates, just blows the air out in a sigh. The Penguins are doing a poor job of filling up the otherwise empty bar.

A good bartender is a good listener, can team up with the alcohol to get a heavy story out of a burdened man and send him on his way lighter than before. But Dave hasn’t even been here for four whole months. He’s not that good.

Klaus picks up the slack. “Nice fellow like you, probably you’ve got a girlfriend.”

Dave nods. “Annie.”

Klaus nods too, like he was expecting this. “But you’re planning to propose to her soon.”

Yes. Dave doesn’t know how something like that can be obvious to an outside observer. There’s no rings, no actual proposals have happened yet. But it’s true, what Klaus is saying.

“That’s what you do when the girl you took to prom stays with your sorry ass for this long, right?” he says.

Klaus looks thoughtful. “You’ve really got to be sure that it’s the right thing to do, when you do that.” His gaze cuts to Dave, much more piercing and clear-eyed than he’s used to seeing in this place.

No one could accuse Dave of not devoting enough thought to popping this particular question. Most of his classmates didn’t wait near as long as this to get married, actually. A couple of the guys from marching band are fathers already.

Annie is nice. She’s lovely. She’s got a beautiful singing voice, and she’s kind to everyone. Kind enough to go to prom with Dave, and to stay waiting for him for this long. There’s being a gentleman, and then there’s whatever Dave is doing.

What he’s doing is nothing. He’s pretty sure he doesn’t deserve the credit he gets for being ‘such a respectful young man,’ since it’s not like he is responsibly overcoming his baser desires. He just hasn’t felt like that about Annie. Not yet. So he hasn’t proposed yet, either.

He knows he’s supposed to - he’s known that, for a while, but it’s been weighing on his mind even more lately. Since his dad’s accident. Life is short, and his mom could really use some good news now, and Annie is nice, and somewhere buried in all of that must be the reason why it’s the right thing to do.

He really is the worst bartender. This conversation is all turned around. He tries to get things back on track. Be conventional. “Do you have a girlfriend, then?” His voice comes out sounding odd, for some reason Dave can’t place.

He’d be shocked if this guy was single. Not with a smile like that.

“No, I’m - ” Klaus’ voice is strangled and strange, too. “I was close with someone. But he - we couldn’t make it work.” He’s looking at Dave like he’s wishing for an answer, but it’s not even a question. Then he blinks the suspended moment away, and grumbles off to his side, “I get that.”

Dave didn’t miss the pronoun. He shouldn’t focus on it, Klaus was quick to correct it. But he can’t stop hearing it. There’s only the three of them in whole bar, but something about the close weight of the air makes it seem like they are enclosed in the same small space.

“She made me want to be a better person,” Diego says into his empty glass, “because she was just a good person. Now I’ll never see her again.”

Klaus smiles wryly. “You never know, it’s 1963. Depends how long you stay alive.”

[hudgensefronlover]

When it’s not alright

When it’s not okay

Will you try to make me feel better?

Missin’ this duo!

Still remember when this came out? It was lit!

[nanifvckswityou]

Issa God.

[iamreneewatkins]

I'll be the student start teaching 📸: @ezratheprofessional 🙋🏽‍♂️💁🏽: @kevonr_photography2 @iamreneewatkins #tbnt issa #humpday

[hermitreunited]

For the wip game thing! Maybe 'Honey'? And if that's too specific, how about 'love'?

‘Honey’ is such a specific word! Specific enough that it’s not in any of my wips right now. I’ve got some love for you, though.

(I don’t think @sunriseseance will mind about me sharing from something we are co-writing? But let me know if you don’t want me to!) Been calling it the road trip fic:

He hates to move, but he would love to see. He needs to see.

And you kind of hit the jackpot on what I’ve been thinking of as my 1963 fic! I’ll give you the whole paragraph, because three out of four of the sentences have the word ‘love’ in them.

This bright new togetherness, whatever it’s called, is not even a month old yet, so it’s entirely too soon for declarations of love. But Sam Cooke is crooning out from Kreb’s radio just inside, singing about how he’s given away his heart to the person he loves, and it’s sappy and  beautiful and nostalgic and true. Klaus loves Dave. It’s too soon to say it out loud, but it’s not too soon to know that it’s right.

[librariansnook]

I’ve put off reading for a week and then I picked up this book. Lo and behold, on page 45, we have an unexpected queer character. Whoopee!