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Sami
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I’ll try to keep the chaos to a minimum.

DyadSqueal on Birb and Ao3
that’s the neat part, i have no idea, jk jk

I want to make some pot holders since I came across some fall like craft fabric at the dollar tree
September 8, 2025 at 5:45 AM
Inaaaaayaaaaa. 🫠
September 8, 2025 at 5:40 AM
do NOT stop ok
August 27, 2025 at 3:38 AM
the spooky side of me is like, “mm.. go onnn..” 👀
August 26, 2025 at 5:38 AM
she’s feral in every setting huh 🤨
August 26, 2025 at 4:00 AM
and before anyone asks.. yes he thrifted it, he’s conscious about consuming..
August 26, 2025 at 2:28 AM
I know Ben went home and cried and his mother had to collect herself in a different room so Ben didn’t see her laugh..
August 25, 2025 at 11:27 PM
he will “elevate” himself to the highest and most personal position available of course
August 25, 2025 at 11:26 PM
did she trim a lock of his hair as a (keepsake) punishment??
August 25, 2025 at 7:02 AM
also rey: are you like, a flatmate, roommate??

ben, shifting up his glasses: husband, ofc since i possess a strong legal standing

rey: ah ofc
August 25, 2025 at 7:01 AM
mm, but now I want the Books edition (tho this little prompt pleasantly fed me as well!)
August 25, 2025 at 7:00 AM
does she inherit a tall posh well dressed (handsome) man??
August 24, 2025 at 6:41 AM
YES. (fran being one of them)
August 23, 2025 at 9:14 AM
I guess it’s not so much as fic as it’s been on my social media and this is usually why I stay off the gram but the reels.. they have me
August 23, 2025 at 5:57 AM
don’t get me wrong, I love a good domestic fic but s’cuse me if I don’t want to see glamorized household tasks that never end 🥲
August 23, 2025 at 5:53 AM
he’s really just supposed to be there for castle defense against other arcane enemies buuut

“tower wizard, enchant my pillow to stay cool”

and ben watches as all his desk papers fly everywhere by the way the door bursts open and she stands there holding her pillow.. he barely manages an eye roll
August 21, 2025 at 7:25 PM
With more force than necessary, as he heard the satisfying grunt forced from her throat. “The only thing you’re allowed to be,” he murmured in her ear, “is mine.”

His thumb slid down to her inner wrist feeling that traitorous flutter.

“And I’m not keen on sharing.”
August 19, 2025 at 1:15 AM