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[rexismycopilot]

Do you have any plans for fifty shades Anakin to get a day collar now that he has a play collar?

I DO!!!

Oh, dear friend. I absolutely have plans for that. He needs one... 👀

[f1crecs]

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Charles/George/Max

nsfw: Let Me Go Home by anonymous | E | 23.5k

Charles wakes up in a different reality where everyone has a scent and he is something called an omega. Why I liked it: This fic is a perfect description of what I would imagine it being like to wake up in the omegaverse. Charles is understandably confused and seeing it all through his eyes is hilarious at the start but quickly turns more concering when diving in to the struggles Charles faces as the only omega in F1. The relationship between Lewis and Charles, with Lewis acting as the unofficial guide to omegaverse, is very sweet and it is impressive to see the author take a rare pair like charles/max/george and actually make it work.

“Look, I don’t know what Alex or George did to get you this upset, but I’m sure whatever it was, they didn’t really mean it. You know how alphas can get.” “ Alphas?! ” Charles yelled and Lando winced. “No, seriously, did you hit your head? What’s going on, Charles? Do you need me to call Pierre? Lewis? I can call Carlos or, or Yuki too if you need–” “Why would I need you to call any of them!?” Charles snapped, feeling himself start to panic. Why were they all acting like this? Why were George and Alex called alphas and he was called an omega? Why did the idea of that rankle at his nerves? Why did the thought of Lando calling any of those people actually bring him comfort? “Charles– I think– maybe you should sit down–” Lando said, a worried look on his face. “No! I’m fine! Don’t call anyone, just… just be quiet!” Charles yelled and ran his fingers through his hair, scratching at the base of his neck irritably. Lando stayed silent, though his phone was still in his hand, almost like a threat. Okay , Charles thought, this was real, and this was not a prank.

Logan/Oscar

nsfw: I'm talking opposite of soft (I'm talking wild, wild thoughts) by @madlovve | E | 2.1k

Logan is a newly signed alpha F1 driver with money to burn. Oscar is an OnlyFans streamer, omega and dom, who critiques and humilates alpha dick pics in a bored drawl. Logan discovers he really likes being humiliated by Oscar. Oscar's characterisation, at least his online persona as perceived by Logan, is so spot on here. He sounds almost bored as he makes his way through the freely submitted photos, and is far too creative to pick on their size. That understated way Oscar has of expressing himself is perfect for this sort of story.

“Everyone’s favorite, the January dick humiliation stream is also on Friday, and my submissions for it open tonight. For the low, low cost of €150, you can hear me tell you what you already know; That your dick isn’t satisfying and that your knot would leave me looking for someone better.” Oscar’s final pronouncement got Logan’s attention immediately.

Charles/Max

nsfw: we have to keep trying by @drivestraight | E | 12.6k

Max has been taking suppressants for years, to the point where it's become dangerous for him and he must experience a rut. Charles notices and takes care of him. Over the course of the narrative, partially told in flashbacks, we learn the reason why Max has been suppressing his ruts for so long. The mutual respect and affection between Charles and Max, even though they have not been a couple for years, is a shining example of how to write exes. Max is especially miserable, but he always respected Charles's decision and gave him his space. The reason for Charles's decision is revealed late in the story, and the entire perspective shifts. This story really benefits from repeat readings (as I just discovered when I re-read it for this review).

“You were the only one who knew that I was an omega,” Charles says, running a hand through his hair, screwing his eyes shut. “If I was to—get over you. I couldn’t let you have that. I just couldn’t. And the alphas I dated. I couldn’t let you be the only one who— I had to—I had to get over you somehow.”

Esteban/Fernando

nsfw: Ambiramus by @estiebestieban | E | 91.5k (wip)

AU, historical fantasy setting. Omega Esteban's father has sent him off to be married to an alpha he has never met (Max Verstappen). His escort on the long journey is an alpha named Fernando Alonso. What I liked about it: This fic hits a lot of my favourite romance tropes including bodyguard trope, and it also really interrogates the social position of omegas, especially high society ones like Esteban and the stifling constraints on their freedom, including reproductive freedom. The supporting cast of other drivers is fantastic, including secondary pairings Yuki/Pierre and Valtteri/Guanyu (that last pairing has turned out to be a runaway favourite among fans of the fic.

The liquid inside these is coloured green. Green, like the shade of moss in autumn. It does not bubble when Yuki shakes them, but the light hitting them through the cracks of the carriage makes it seem as if the potion inside is crafted from jewels themselves. “What purpose have these?” Esteban asks, and he takes them from Yuki’s hands with a soft smile. Yuki once more stares out of the window, as if he is done with the conversation, as if he has no more words to speak between the pair of them. “They are made for Omegas to take, especially Omegas such as yourself. A sip before you lay with any Alpha, just a sip, do not be greedy, and you will not fall pregnant with his pup.” Yuki said. There’s a smile which seems to tug on the corners of Yuki's mouth, even when his eyes are still fixated on the world passing them by. “What you would ask for is strength, but you do not need such a thing, for you have that enough. What you need is the ability to control your own faith. Even the most powerful witch cannot re-write the stars, but this should suffice for you.” Esteban is silent. Stunned as he looks at the vials in his hands one final time before he tucks them away in the satchel he had borrowed from Fernando. “Thank you.” he whispers finally, taking no note of the breaking of his own voice. Yuki shrugs, a mischievous smile now blooming on his features. “It was what you needed, and that is exactly what I provided.”

thank you to @lydia-petze and @frickinsweet for compiling this week's list 🤍

[callieshipman]

I'm going to talk about Dewey in your ask because it seems like you need something fun in your ask! I feel like Dewey is the most disaster sibling possible because like What even are people to him anymore? He's basically mole at this point and he just craves human contact so whenever he finds it he gets a little over excited like a puppy meeting new people (Unless he is undercover) and both Frank and Ernest are face palming and pulling him by the proverbial collar and hissing for him to cool it.

you know what?? thank you for the dewey content, you’re the only valid person in my inbox today

you’re completely right- dewey is a sweetheart but he’s got no idea how to talk to anyone other than his brothers so he’s just bouncing off the walls and trying to say about fifty different things at once which is very endearing but also impossible to follow

often he’ll be talking and frank or ernest will be gently kicking him under the desk until he gets the memo which is never

[aseriesofunfortunatetexts]

Okay but I started tonight considering writing a fic about Dewey Doming Kit and now here I am about to write a pegging fic for these two.

I’m just out here changing hearts and minds, it’s my job.

[madlovve]

madlovve is now sara-bi-lance

Same weirdo behind the scenes though, I just needed a new title, It was time. 

[stolligaseptember]

I was tagged by the wonderful @somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds!!

Rules: answer these 30 questions about yourself, then tag 20 blogs you’d like to get to know.

1)  Nicknames - Sep

2.) Gender - Cis female

3.) Star sign - Virgo

4.) Height - 5′7

5.) Time – 3:56 pm

6.) Birthday - September 3rd!

7.) Favourite band – Florence + The Machine

8.) Favourite solo artist – Erik Hassle

9.) Song stuck in my head – Flip by Glass Animals

10.) Last movie you watched – About time

11.) Last show you watched – Justice League Action

12.) When did I create my blog – The summer of 2013

13.) What do I post – A lot of different crap welcome to Creating Chaos

14) Last thing I googled – "nja 1992 s 474″ I can’t access Karnov outside of campus anymore and I’m so mad

15.) Do you have other blogs –  I run @notesofseptember!

17.) Why did you choose your url – I’m September and I’m stollig

18.) Following - 148

19.) Followers – A whole bunch

20.) Favourite colours – Blue

21.) Average hours of sleep – 8

22.) Lucky number –  11

23.) Instruments I played – The flute and very poor piano

24.) What am I wearing – A black dress

25.) How many blankets I sleep with – 1

26.) Dream job – Screenwriter

27.) Dream trip – Right now I’m really feeling a hiking trip to Iceland

28.) Favourite food - Mom’s stews. Although, my sister’s lasagna is slowly working its way up there

29.) Nationality – Swedish

30.) Favourite song – This is a cruel question. But right now, right this second, it’s Leave the light on by Huntar

I tag: @netfllixruinedmysociallife, @bugrightsactivist, @snowywhofadesinthechaos, @madlovve, @gracethejollyblogger, @smarmyanarchist, @norwegian-unicorn, @friendlyneighbourhoodlucifer, @romanoffsrage, @snapbuttonsonadenimshirt, @badass-lady, @mixedfandxms, @ky--lauren, @perhaps-we-fly, @alternativesky, @j0midnight, @anamazingistaken, @sorryimnotafictionalcharacter, @fangirl00193 and @avengerssherlocknerd!

[noctilucentclouds]

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[keepingupwithfundies]

Baby Balka #1 Poll Results #2

For Part 1, Click Here

Willow Kristy Balka arrived on July 19, 2019.  

One anon correctly guessed the birthday. 

Willow weighed 6 lbs, 10 oz at birth. We had 12 correct guesses of the weight: @yourradioon, @frickingfundies, @madlovve, @thewickedwitchofstageleft, @duggar237 and 7 anons. 

Willow was 19 inches long at birth. We had 36 correct guesses of the length. The correct guesses who submitted their names were @fundiereadallaboutit, @fundiebible, @mail-order-duggar, @duggarnames, @tyrannosaurusfundie, @frickingfundies, @tatertotcasseroles, @ffundie, @csaka, @dishingontheduggarsandbates, @tigercraze22, @carolinewood, and @beckym2001. 

@frickingfundies got both the weight and length correct!

Great guessing everyone. For our remaining polls, please click here! 

-T

[huffleporg]

Anon: Kit/Dewey/Olaf have a sleepover. 

I accidentally deleted the original message along with my first pass at this prompt, but I’ve recreated it. 

@madlovve @sweet-bun-love @saurix5

Occasional Insomniacs [T]

The mattress shifted. With three in a bed, it was hardly a rare occurrence, and Kit had been about to go back to trying to fall asleep when she heard it - the slide of plastic over metal punctuated by a faint pop. She rolled onto her side and pushed herself up to peer into the night. Even without her glasses, she couldn’t have mistook Olaf in the darkness, sitting up so he could lean over Dewey’s sleeping form between them. He held the tube of lipstick like a pen, poised over Dewey’s forehead. 

“What are you doing?” It was an unnecessary question, she knew, but at two in the morning she allowed herself a few wrong questions. 

Olaf’s stare dared Kit to stop him, but when she didn’t chide him for such childishness, he whispered, “Pay back,” and pressed the red stick to his boyfriend’s forehead.

A quick mental replay of the evenings events yielded nothing Kit could think of that any reasonable person would be upset over. But, Olaf was very rarely a completely reasonable person. 

Her eyes followed the outline of a penis and testicles that Olaf traced across Dewey’s face. “And you’ll pay me back for ruining my lipstick.” It wasn’t a question.

Without any hesitation and not looking up from his work, Olaf said, “It’s mine.”

A part of Kit wished that she could actually be surprised by such a statement, but mostly, she was amused. Whatever antics had necessitated Olaf to wear make-up had to be a good story, one that that Dewey would most definitely want to hear as well. 

It would have to wait until the morning.

For the moment, Kit could only chuckle and murmur, “That’s really not your color, O.” 

Hope that was what you were looking for. I’m actually really tempted to turn this into a series of oneshot/drabbles. XD There’s so much potential. Happy Valentine’s Day!

[rexismycopilot]

REX! How dare you end on such a cliffhanger!

I’m joking, obviously, mostly but I audibly gasped not once but twice in this chapter. I can not wait for the next update.

On a personal note thanks for publishing as soon as I went for my work break lol made for an excellent break time.

Hahaha the Force was with you as far as that publishing time lol!

I’ve got a couple busy days but I’m still hoping I get that chapter out sooner rather than later ❤️

Thank you, friend!!

[f1crecs]

Dear f1 fic gurus, I was wondering if you could help me find a fic, it was loscar where logan was still an f1 driver but oscar was a streamer and he had a segment where he made fun of dick pics his subscribers sent to him (so obvs logan sends one in) I think it might also have been omegaverse? Anyway it was a masterwork and if anyone can find it I would be very grateful thank you so much!

hello anonymous! 💕

thank you for your ask. we can absolutely help you with that! in fact, it's a fic we've rec'ed before.

nsfw: I'm talking opposite of soft (I'm talking wild, wild thoughts) by @madlovve | E | 2.1k

you can read our full thoughts, including our favourite quote and why we loved this fic here ❤️

[vfds-smollest-fox]

This fandom

Is a godsend and I just gotta take this moment to be grateful for the following blogs who inspire/encourage this obsession with me:

@arsonisin

@count-on-me-tonight

@al-funk-oot

@alfunccot

@madlovve

@sweet-bun-love

@huffleporg

You all are truly fantastic.

[aseriesofunfortunatetexts]

Dewey is high key a Dom, a very gentle Dom but a Dom nonetheless. Everything must be exactly how he likes it and I can see him planning out crazy complex kinbaku scenes and such. Also if we are talking about who has gotten dicked down by all three brothers it's clearly Kit.

I am bound by sacred user-ask’ee privilege to respond even though I disagree vehemently about Dewey being a Dom. However, if I were to accept this reality, it would be as you described.

Also Kit having been with all three is pretty much canon in my mind.

[virtualfindingsdocumented]

The first #1

Aaah this was risky. So, people I would like being friends with ... @eegor-not-aigor, @beatricebidelaire, @huffleporg, @vitriolictea, @madlovve, @unfortunate-stranger-losers, @heartsick-teen-ink @gellavonhamster @p07a70-queen-gamer @vinaigretteofconfusion-conflict @lemonysnocket and I am probably forgetting others. These are all people that I have interacted with a few (or many in some cases) times and it was always positive, I had fun. I would love to have the chance to talk more with them someday ;)

[stolligaseptember]

Tagged by the wonderful @jimmy-sarraf!!

Rules: Set your entire music library to shuffle and then report the first 10 tracks that pop up! Then choose 10 more people. 

***Flawless - Beyoncé

The girl - City and Colour

Sun hands - Local Natives

Undercover martyn - Two Door Cinema Club

Jack Sparrow - Hans Zimmer

What the water gave me - Florence + The Machine

Hey girl - Lady Gaga feat. Florence Welch

Lies - CHVRCHES

The heroic weather-conditions of the universe, part 1 - Veiled Mist - Alexandre Desplat

Waste a moment - Kings of Leon

I tag: @drownmythoughtsintea, @viva--la--revolution, @savingpeopleslayingthings, @madlovve, @tony--stank, @greeneyedpaperwitch, @towalkinyourlight, @flamingbooty, @tomyhiddy and @wethemoondaisies!

[chocosweetbun]

ASOUE FIC 2.5K Words, Kitlafey

(I don’t write often, especially not fluff, so please forgive me =v=. Happy Valentine’s Day!!)

@huffleporg @madlovve and anyone else who enjoys this OT3!

(childhood friends/neighbors, there’s not enough au’s in this fandom that don’t follow canon, SLOW BURN god so slow- Theyre just friends for the first 2k words im so sorry)

Behind the school yard, a ways into the evergreen woods that stretch off into places no student ever dared to go, sits a strange sight. A patch a trees with branches low enough for the smallest of kids to climb, a clearing of light that cuts though tall soft grass and weeds, and a group of rocks that formed a throne fit for a forest king. No one ever saw it, no one ever went. It was the perfect spot for exactly 3 old friends to visit after years of absence, and yet they never did- at least, no one knew they did.

Kit Snicket was an adventurer. She fought off monsters under her bed, under her school desk, under- and over- teachers and other kids. You would think being 4’3 at age 10 would be a hindrance, but to her, and her wild red-brown hair that seemed to shift to blond in the sunlight, it was an advantage. She was popular to pick for every PE class, every recess, and every time someone needed defending on the playground. But that was only her at half power, for when she was with her two best friends, she was unstoppable. A wild-child in every sense of the word. Dewey Denouement didn’t exist. His brothers overshadowed him despite not meaning too and often the 11 year old was left in the back of the class to read whatever book he fancied that day. He wasn’t shy, but he had this quiet-politeness about him that made people think he faked his responses and conversations. Almost as though he just recited what he read somewhere. He just didn’t talk like a kid his age would, and it threw the others off. However, when he was with his two best friends his dazzling smile was present on his face no matter what. A calm boy who found where he belonged. Olaf (he dared tell no one his last name) was the kid everyone avoided. Due to unfortunate events and an odd placing birthday he was the oldest in his class at 13. Being 13 he had hit his “I hate everyone and everything” phase that all young teens go though, which meant he would often upset his younger classmates with harsh words and unpleasant actions passed off as pranks. His thin red-orange hair never seemed to be quite clean, his clothes were obviously expensive but never tidy, his fingers covered in small burns which he never would explain. The two classmates that would interact with him were the only reason he didn’t go insane being surrounded by people who refused to look his way. A strange teen who needed to let off smoke. Behind the school yard, a ways into the evergreen woods that stretched off into places no student ever dared to go, sat a strange sight. A patch a trees with branches low enough for the smallest of kids to climb, a clearing of light that cut though tall soft grass and weeds, and a group of rocks that formed a throne fit for a forest king. The group of friends found this when the schoolhouse’s kitchen caught fire and their class had to stand outside for the fire department to arrive. Olaf had snuck off, Kit behind him, and, when noticing his friends disappear into the trees, Dewey cocked a smile at the idea of a mini adventure and ran off to join them. “Holy shit- that’s a big snake-“ The eldest said, reaching out as though he was about to grab it. “What are you DOING?!” Kit pulled Olaf back with a surprising amount of strength. “It could kill you!” “Oh no it wouldn’t, I would kill it first before it even had the chance!” “Yeah right! Tell ‘em he would D I E Dewey!” “Ah-“ the middle child said, stuffing his book that he brought out to read in his backpack as the group walked further into the woods. ”That snake isn’t venomous so- He would probably be okay if it bit him-” “Dewey that didn’t help!” “Hey kit-kat mind letting go of me?” With that, Kit huffed as she pushed Olaf forward. “Fine but don’t go grabbing anything that Dewey doesn’t know the name of!” The child took hold of Dewey’s hand as she spoke- the innocent gesture was returned. “Fine fine- I won’t do anything pretty boy wouldn’t do.” And he continued the walk ahead. It wasn’t long before they found those trees, that clearing, and those rocks. They spent some time there playing- the faint sirens of firetrucks blaring in the distance telling them they were not missed- and as I’m sure you could imagine the three each found the best spot to be. Kit climbing the trees, Dewey lying in the grass, and Olaf perched on the rocks. They laughed, talked, threw leaves and grass, picked flowers (Dewey and Kit did- Olaf just watched) and overall had a good 30 minutes of time together before they heard the large red trucks drive away. “We should go back.” Dewey said. “Yeah, you’re right.” Kit replied, hopping down from a branch. Olaf came down from his throne and stood over the two, his face showing that he was deep in thought. “Are you guys doing anything after school tomorrow?” He said. ________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________ The next day, and the day after that, and the day after that, the group kept visiting the hidden place in the trees. August turned to September, then October, then November. When it got too cold to go walking the trio would visit Olaf’s empty house and attempt to build forts and bake holiday cookies. But on New Year’s Eve the three agreed to hop out of their bedroom windows, run though the snow with flashlights in their small hands, and meet in the forest where they would all climb up the biggest tree and watch the fireworks from the very top. They neglected to think about the ice on the branches, and after the 5th time Kit slipped and fell- they gave up. “I’m telling you I CAN DO IT-“ Kit struggled in the grasp of Olaf’s arms, who was desperately trying to keep her from breaking her own neck. “You’ll break your neck!” Dewey said, standing in front of the tree with his arms spread- as if that would block the young girl from wanting to climb. “When has Dew ever been wrong, huh? Gah- stop it!” “AHH-!” Kit shouted as Olaf tackled her to the ground. You may be thinking ‘That boy is double her size! Surely he hurt her-‘ and you would be completely wrong. Olaf was a thin, weak child, and Kit was more durable then one might think. He pinned her down in the snow, sitting with his legs across her stomach, as though she were a pillow under his knees. “Get off of me! Uuuugh!!!” And with that last sigh, she was defeated. Olaf then plopped back, legs still over Kit, to lie in the cold snow. Dewey soon joined them, using Olaf’s stomach as a headrest. As the sound of fireworks began on the horizon, the three were all thinking the very same thing. “I really could have got up that tree-“ “We can die if we stay in the snow-” “I’m happy you guys are here with me-“ Well, not exactly the same thing. “I’m happy too! I really love you guys!” Kit said, using her arms to make a torso-only snow angel. The snow was not nearly deep enough though, so her jacket got stained with mud. “I love you both too!” Dewey said, using a foot to kick around some dead twigs in the ground. “Like a couple of kids like you could know what love is.” Olaf scoffed, his teen drama act rearing its head. “I’m hardly a kid anymore! I’m 11 now!” “No, Kit, you’re still a kid.” “Well Dewey is almost 13 like you!” When the sound of the fireworks ended, the three prepared to part ways. Dewey brushed off the mud on Kit’s coat with his gloves and did his best to fix her hair while she bickered more with Olaf on how old someone must be to not be a ‘kid’ anymore. Kit says 11, Olaf says 13, and Dewey thinks to himself that whenever that age may be, they all would remain childish like this forever. ________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________ February 14th rushed though fast, and after school the three once again met up behind the schoolyard. Dewey brought handwritten letters detailing how important the other two were to him, Kit gave them handmade pottery that she had made in art class, and Olaf said “Happy Valentine’s Day” while giving them necklaces crudely made, the pendants being a small crow feather on each. He also wore one and said he had just happened to make extras. This evening was not spent separate, instead all three of them sat in the thawing grass, side by side by side. They were just finishing up a conversation on the best kind of chocolate when Dewey (who has been silently listening) asked a question. “What is it like to have a crush on someone?” “It means you want to get married, right?” Kit said, her childish innocence causing Olaf to snicker. “Nah, It means you want to make out with them.” Olaf leaned back on his hands, obviously trying to appear cool. “Ew-“ Kit scrunched up her nose “That’s gross, don’t people only do that on T.V.?” “No I don’t think so.” Dewey pulled his knees to his chest. “That’s just like…kissing and stuff- right?” “Yeah sure, basically.” “Have- you kissed anyone before Olaf?” Dewey asked with his usual soft tone, but a bit of nervousness peaked though his posture. On the other side of the taller boy, Kit’s eyes grew wide with curiosity. “Oh he probably has! Right? Was it gross?” Kit leaned in close to Olaf, pushing said boy closer to Dewey. The eldest stayed silent, opting to ignore his friend’s questions by standing straight up, causing Kit to crash into Dewey’s legs. “wal ha wahs meen” Which roughly translates too “Well that was mean” when said by a girl who is face first in a pair of knees. Olaf walked away as the other two were left sitting. “Was I too blunt…?” Dewey helped Kit lean back off his legs. “I think he’s just in one of his moods.” Rubbing her nose, she stood, reaching her hand out to help Dewey stand. He took hold without a second thought, and soon the both of them were caught up with Olaf. The three of them went back to talking as though nothing had ever even happened. The next day, in class, Olaf pulled Dewey aside. “Is it Kit?” The teen said. “Maybe, I’m not sure.” The short boy paused and tried for a moment to read Olaf’s expression. “Would you be upset if it was?” “Yes.” ________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________

When Dewey turned 13, Olaf 14, they shared a moment behind one of the rocks during a game of ‘Hide from Kit so she doesn’t make you stick fight with her’. “Why did you-“ “Because I wanted too.” In the moment neither was really sure who said what, or who kissed who. Kit found them, and all three were forced to avoid getting beat with a stick-sword for nearly an hour. ________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________ When Kit turned 12 she told Olaf that she was in love with him. He asked her why she thought so when she was obviously closer to Dewey. She couldn’t answer- and argued that she was equally close with them both. “So why DO you think you love me and not him then?” He had asked. She begun to cry in frustration and left with a “Whatever- Forget it. I guess I don’t know my own feelings.” Olaf thought to himself that she was beginning her ‘I hate everyone and everything’ phase a little sooner than he expected. ________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________ The kids were growing up, Dewey thought to himself, and he saw it in the way Kit hugged his arm whenever she was avoiding whatever harsh words Olaf said. He also saw it in how Olaf refused to let Dewey lean against him anymore. But as the three of them quietly walked to their normal place- he realized that they weren’t growing UP, but APART. The thought made him want to cry. That day Olaf told them that his parent’s were sending him to a boarding school, and that he was leaving right away. Dewey started crying, realizing that there was no way to salvage the relationship that was breaking- He started crying more when Kit let go of his arm, marched over to Olaf, and hugged him for the first time in a month of silence, arms linked around his neck. Dewey watched as Olaf hugged her in return, the image of her small form surrounded by his tall lanky one was out of place in the summer sky. “You can’t go-“ Dewey heard Kit say as he slowly walked over to the pair. “I can’t stay, I’ve tried-“ Dewey reached the couple and hesitated for a moment- watching the two of them embrace in their last ever meeting. He felt like he was intruding- but his urge to say goodbye to Olaf and comfort Kit was too overwhelming. He was not alone in this, for Kit and Olaf both pulled him into their hug before he had a chance to try and worm his way in himself. “I- I really love you guys-“ Kit’s words were laced with sorrow and the sound of cicadas.

“I love you both two-“ Dewey replied, dropping his book to the hard ground as he buried his face into Olaf’s chest and Kit’s hair. “I- I’m going to miss you.” Olaf said to them both. Neither of them brought up how that was the first nice thing Olaf had ever said to either of them in the years of knowing each other, unless you count the hundreds of tears that puddled up on the ground.

________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________ A decade later and some change later, a young woman with red-brown hair stepped into the sunny spot on the soft grass and weeds, the feather necklace being blown by the wind. A young man with a dazzling smile was holding her hand, adorned with a ring, and he, too, modeled a similar necklace. However it was tied around his wrist for he had grown out of it. They wave to a figure appearing from behind the too-small to climb trees, the feathered neck-piece lengthened to fit his adult form. No one ever saw them, no one ever will. It was the perfect spot for exactly 3 old friends to visit after years of absence and talk about never forgotten feelings, muddy coats, growing families, and how to spend the rest of Valentine’s day. They didn’t go though with their plans, and instead rested together in the thawing grass until dusk.