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montrealmadison · 2 months
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Ship: Parsechowswoops (don't think this ship even has a name) Kent/Chowder/Jeff Romantic Number: 25 Extra details: I adore love confessions, but if you don't have a specific idea for that, then anything's cool anyways! (My ao3 handle is Atlasthemayor, just like here) Congrats on the 400 followers, and here's to a thounsand more!
this was a really fun pairing and SUCH a challenge but what can i say, i love kent parson and i love you, atlas ❤️ thank you for the kind wishes and for this prompt!!
25. Kent/Chowder/Swoops + love confessions + R.E.M by Ariana Grande for @atlasthemayor
"Excuse me, um, I love you" I know that's not the way to start a conversation, trouble I watch them other girls when they come and bug you But I felt like I knew you, so I just wanted to hug you You like? "I love you" Who starts a conversation like that? Nobody but I do But you are not a picture, I can't cut you up and hide you I'll get you out my mind, mhm, I tried to
As a rule, Kent does not believe in miracles.
It feels good to come back to the desert, to leave the snowy Eastern skies behind for dry and bracing winds. Swoops spends the plane ride home with one big hand curved around Kent’s thigh, a gesture meant to soothe as much as to stop his leg from bouncing. He’s not the only one whose pent-up energy is palpable; the air in the cabin is thick with frustration. They sucked hard on the road this time around, and the time before that, and the time before that. 
Kent does not believe in miracles, so he’s already mentally checked out of the pep talk they’re going to get when they land. His homecoming routine involves no false promises. He wants to eat something bad for him, take a scalding shower, enjoy himself a goddamn nap, and get railed. Not necessarily in that order.
They pile their bags into Swoops’ nice new car and peel through the In-N-Out off West Sahara for shit that definitely doesn’t belong within a mile of their meal plan. Kathleen would own their asses if she found out. Still, licking grease off his fingers takes some of the sting out of the string of losses that keep playing in the back of Kent’s mind.
Some, but not all.
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ohyoufool · 2 months
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hello my love! parsechowswoops for the bingo? 👉👈😌
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only. AND I MEAN ONLY. @montrealmadison could make me such a strong believer in Parsechowswoops. They had to take the "Rare Pair" crown because well. I was in the room while we had to figure out how to make an all new character tag. DESPITE IT ALL I fucking believe in it. It's kinda real. And if you want to read more, and also be converted to the Cult Of Believers ™ , read excuse me (I love you) by @montrealmadison
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