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how would you guys feel about a fic about:
NEW YEARS — ALBY/BEN
PANCAKE DAY — NEWT/THOMAS
ST PATRICKS DAY — GALLY/MINHO
EASTER — HARRIET/SONYA
SUMMER — JEFF/WINSTON
HALLOWEEN — BRENDA/FRYPAN
BONFIRE NIGHT — JORGE/VINCE
CHRISTMAS — CLINT/ZART
just a few cute oneshots!!!
thomas, gally, and brenda are siblings.
thomas and brenda are Jorge's kids, while Gally is Vince's. i dont make the rules.
In the Time We Have
While Brenda isn't sure she trusts Vince, Jorge's swinging in the opposite direction.
Submission for @flufftober 2025 - 4 Set in Another Time
maze runner rarepair bingo — save the last dance for me
“Laugh and sing, but while we’re apart, Please, don’t give your heart to anyone.”
Present time. Vince and Jorge, age 45, meet in the library of a small town by the sea.
28 years ago. Vinge and Jorge, age 17, meet in the high school of that same town by the sea.
Or how the past will have to be (carefully) unfolded to finally understand the present.
@mazerunner-rarepairs
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
hear me out love,,, 18 with vinge
HI LOVE I LOVE THIS?? i knew you’d pick vinge,,
word count: 250
“these are vintage!" jorge holds up a few vests, heavily dusted with age. vince scrunches his nose up in disgust. the clothes were clearly ancient. the house they’re raiding in the supply run has been abandoned for many years, according to the ivy on the walls and the shattered windows.
“those are ugly.” vince says, his lips in a straight line, showing his disapproval of the old vests in jorge’s hands.
“you have no style,” jorge says, tucking them into a bag he’s carrying. vince shrugs, shining his flashlight around the room as he looks for supplies.
“no.. these people that left their things have no style, you too,” he teases. jorge gasps, placing a hand over his heart as if he’s hurt by the rebuke.
“i’m offended by that, i have more style than you,” vince looks down at his clothing, then at jorge’s. he shrugs, apparently agreeing with his husband’s remark about his clothing choices.
“we dress similar, you know. i just don’t wear ‘vintage’ vests.. let’s get out of here, this place is creepy,” jorge laughs in response, following him.
once they're outside, jorge slides a vest on, admiring the checkered pattern printed on it. vince looks at it, his eyes skeptical.
“it’s not terrible, you make it look good,” jorge smiles triumphantly, placing a kiss to vince’s lips.
“i’m glad you finally agree on my clothing style, maybe you’ll wear it,” vince scoffs, smiling.
“in your dreams,” jorge hears him say as he brushes past him.
How it started: if we can build something slightly smarter than a human, it will build something even smarter, which will build something smarter, and then...!
How it's going: if we can build something significantly dumber than a human, but good enough to fake it sometimes, by training it on the entirety of public discourse, we can flood all available public discourse with its output, so the next iteration is slightly dumber, and then....!
RIP Vernor Vinge (1944-2024)
Do yourself a favor and read some works by this 'singular' dude.
