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[i-lovethatforme]

Spideychelle Conga Line

@justmattycakes x @awakening5 x @coykoii x @machiavelien x @i-lovethatforme

Premise: one person writes (no more than) 300 words of a fic and then passes it along. No conversing with team mates!

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There's a knock at the door and Peter pads over silently, his heart in his throat. It's only been a few hours since his identity was revealed on freaking national television, and now his Peter tingle is off the charts and every sound sends him into a panic.

He sighs with relief when he gets to the peephole and it’s Ned and MJ outside, each glancing around frantically as they wait for him to open the door.

“I’m so glad you guys are here,” he says when they drop their bags and wrap him in a hug. He knows he’s putting them in danger by bringing them here, but they're his friends, and if he’s learned anything over the last two years, it’s that he can’t do this alone.

“Of course, dude, we’re all in. So what’s the plan?” Ned asks.

“I don’t know. Fury thinks I'll look guilty if I run, he wants me to stay and fight it. Happy and May think I need to leave and lay low until they can take care of it.”

“Whatever you decide, we’re in," MJ says, removing her cap and letting her perfect waves cascade down her back.

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[coykoii]

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@awakening5 fhjdkakshd you know I do love the idea of these two reuniting…and yet—

Peter stays perched in position, making sure to have his web shooters ready the second that MJ’s car comes barreling through the tunnel. His heart is beating a hundred miles a minute, his throat dry as all hell. He just wants to be with his friends, somewhere at peace where nothing is going wrong.

That must be too much to ask for, knowing how the universe loves to fuck him over time and time again. He glances back at Ned, who’s hidden a few feet away and well aware of the plan.

Ned: I’m so nervous and I’m not even the one over there

Peter has to break a smile at the text and replies, saying it’ll probably all be over in a few minutes. Hopefully. This better not be jinxing himself—knock on wood, etc. He looks over at the dark tunnel, his senses picking up on upcoming vehicles. His breath hitches, but he knows what to do.

Except—his spidey sense starts blaring like an alarm, so much that he can’t even concentrate. No, no, no, he thinks, turning around and seeing a man hidden behind some bushes in the far distance. The barrel of a gun is sticking out, some sort of sniping rifle, and Peter realizes that this is one of Fisk’s men.

Shit.

It’s aimed right at him, and the cars are coming and he can’t move. He’ll end up missing the cutoff point and Michelle’s vehicle will most likely get run off the road. He swallows thickly and ignores the man, ignores his sense in order to save her. It’s fine.

Her car speeds past and he webs as much as he can of the tunnel opening before he feels it, the force of impact. It’s not even the same feeling of Michelle knifing him, which had somehow hurt less than this bullet ripping through his chest.

He falls from his perch. His heart is screaming at him, and he can’t really breathe and he’s still falling right for the ground. And when he hits, it’s hard. He blacks out and can’t bring himself to wake up and everything hurts—

Shit.

“What the f—Peter!” Michelle groans, rubbing at the underside of her jaw as he just banged his head against her chin, startled awake.

“I’m so—sorry, sorry,” he manages, catching his breath as he sits up from her lap, rubbing the top of his head. She looks down at him, brows furrowed in concern.

“You were having a nightmare. And you fell asleep right in the middle of the movie, which…I had to pause. Like, right in the middle of this action scene. Spider-Man just got shot. Pretty sure he was gonna die.”

“Wow. Yeah, I just had the most vivid dream,” Peter exhales, glancing at the screen. He sees a tunnel and vehicles and it’s blurred on the paused screen. Weird. “You’re…okay? I mean. Your chin. Obviously you haven’t been stabbed or anything—”

“Are you okay? You’re shaken up,” Michelle murmurs, and his breath hitches as watches her hand hover an inch away from brushing a curl from his forehead. He thinks the worst part of his dream isn’t even the fact that he was living the worst life as Spider-Man, but the fact that he and Michelle were actually together.

And here, they’re nothing more than friends.

@machiavelien romcom time! NEXT

#spideychelle conga line #scl #when will I stop with the plot twists tho?

[justmattycakes]

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Thanks for the hand-off @i-lovethatforme! Let's see if I can nudge this along...

"Or no? If you don't want to?" he offers. MJ's eyes narrow and Peter stumbles over his words. "Since you probably remember him when he was a kid in like fifth grade. It would feel like me asking Ms. Warren to prom."

MJ smirks. "Ms. Warren, huh? And why was she your first choice?"

Peter feels a blush creep up the back of his neck that threatens to turn his whole face crimson. "It seemed like an appropriate comparison? Given the age difference. The point is that it would definitely be weird."

"If you asked Ms. Warren to go, you mean?"

"No! I mean, that would be really weird, and she wouldn't say yes because it was weird, and--"

"She might say yes," MJ teases, her eyes filled with mirth. "If she knew it was Spider-Man asking her. Can you imagine? Swinging over the rooftops with--"

"MJ--" Peter groans, covering his face.

"Hell, Peter, I'm sure you could even pull Principal Morita if you tell him you're Spider-Man, wouldn't you love to go with--"

"I just want to go with you, okay?" he says, only realizing what he's said the moment it leaves his mouth.

Peter isn't sure if it was his dream earlier or if he finally found the courage somewhere deep inside, but it's true, he does want to go with MJ. He just doesn't know if that's what she wants, and judging by the way she's opened and closed her mouth a few times, he's beginning to worry that he just screwed up.

"If you wanted to go with me, that is. As, um, friends?" he adds, the panic beginning to take hold. "Friends, or…"

"Or…?" MJ repeats, her lips parting slightly as she watches him, and his stomach nearly flips when their eyes meet.

Your turn @awakening5, is he going to say it?!?

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#spideychelle conga line #scl #spideychelle #petermj

[awakening5]

Spideychelle Conga Line Part 2

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Thanks for the easy start, @justmattycakes! Can’t wait for this thing to get way out of hand. In the meantime, here’s Part Two

"Ned, can I ask you a hypothetical?" Peter asks while Ned plays with some ethernet port that has somehow made its way into the weird dungeon-y hide-out Fury directed him to the moment his identity broke. 

"Hypothetically," Ned answers, and pulls a 50 foot cable out of his backpack. Of all the things Ned could pack with him... 

Peter looks away from his best friend, and his eyes drift back to where they've been drifting since they got here. MJ has found a desk, and is looking for a chair to pair it with. "If you and a girl told each other you liked each other. And then you kissed, in a pretty intense situation, mind you." 

Ned sighs, "Peter..." 

But Peter presses on, not willing to hear Ned's eye-rolls. "And you fell asleep on her shoulder, and you held her hand, and you told her you'd take her on a date..." 

"Come on, Peter," Ned says again, but Peter isn't cowed by the annoyance in Ned's voice. 

"But here's the kicker, Ned—you never actually asked the girl to be your girlfriend. You just....kind of assumed that would be a natural step." 

"Peter, please tell me that hours after your identity is released to the world, you main concern isn't—" 

"Ned what do you think MJ thinks she and I are, and will it be enough to survive whatever is coming?"

Next Part @coykoii!!

#spideychelle conga line #scl #spideychelle #fos #petermj #of all the people in this conga line #I think I fear Jill the most #don't hurt our babies JILL

[i-lovethatforme]

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thanks, machi 🥰

“You know you’re Spider-Man, right?” Michelle asks and he’s 98% sure she’s mocking him. 

“I know that! But he’s your dad, and I dunno, I want to impress him –“

“You think he’s never seen people kissing before?” She smirks.

“You’re messing with me,” he replies with a pout if only to make her laugh. He smiles back at her and catches Fury’s gaze – he’s pretty sure he won’t kill him in front of his daughter… but if Peter practically pulls Michelle onto the jet. Well. 

“You sure you don’t need help?” MJ asks, Fury – her Dad. 

“If you don’t get your seatbelt on and stop looking for ways to stab someone in the eye with a pencil – I’m going to tell your friends about your Spider-Man bear…” 

“Dad!” She groans, shoving him in the arm. Fury leaves with a flurry – though taking his time to kiss MJ on the forehead as she begrudgingly says she loves him or whatever. 

Peter feels calmness spread over him with they finally take off. Ned’s already conked out in the seat opposite him – and Michelle’s hand hasn’t left his at all. 

“What a day,” she says, yawning slightly as her head rests on his shoulder. It’s an understatement given the situation – but he feels like maybe this won’t be the worst thing that ever happens to them considering he’s a superhero and she’s wildly cooler than that.

“Yeah, an adventure for sure,” he replies, squeezing her hand in his.

“I wouldn’t mind another.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mmmm, another adventure with you sounds fun,” she replies, and he feels when her breathing levels out as she falls asleep. He follows suit soon after, dreaming of a life that’s calm and carefree, but he’s still with her. 

Always with her.

AND SCENE.

well done, team! @awakening5, @justmattycakes, @machiavelien & @coykoii

#spideychelle #spideychelle conga line #scl #what a fun little game

[coykoii]

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Well well well, @awakening5 trying to kill me off with a plot line I do SEE. You’re to blame for what happens here then 😌

“Because they know I’m your weakness.”

Peter inhales sharply, a feeling of pain blossoming in his gut, his Spidey-sense not giving him one ounce of warning. But in hindsight, he should’ve known it was too easy. He should’ve known that despite how much he hoped everyone and everything was okay—even for just a minute—it couldn’t be that way. Not with how many people out there are out to get him.

“I’m sorry,” Michelle tells him, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she extracts a familiar kitchen knife from his abdomen—the one she’d stabbed him clean through with. Though, conveniently missing any major organs.

“Mi—Michelle?” Peter chokes, one hand gripping his stomach while the other keeps him upright on the couch. He’s going to bleed out, though his heart is already doing that right on the floor. Betrayal seeps through his skin, and he can’t even look at her.

“Shh, shh, I’m so sorry,” she whispers, tugging his head down so that it’s resting against her collarbone, and he can feel her hot tears dripping onto his skin. She lowers her voice even more, pressing her lips to his head. “I’m sorry, it has to look real. They have to think you’re dead—that I killed you.”

“W—who—”

“Keep pressure. We’re being watched,” Michelle tells him under her breath, and he’s getting blood on her. She doesn’t seem to care.

“Our safe house—?”

“Not this. Not here. When I disappeared, they told me…” She raises her voice, just loud enough to be heard by everyone besides him. “They told me that you were dangerous and that I was the only one who’d be able to…” Her voice falters.

“And you believed them?” he whispers through clenched teeth, playing along.

“I didn’t have any other choice.”

Upstairs, the toilet flushes, and Peter feels like he’s just about to pass out.

Pls fix this @machiavelien! Next

#spideychelle conga line #scl #would u believe me if I said this is one step closer to fluff x

[coykoii]

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Thanks, @awakening5. Dunno why you’d possibly think I’m the one to fear when I’ve turned a corner and am a fluff fanatic now!

Ned never gives him an answer, but his pitiful expression is enough for Peter to turn away and pretend like it’s all good. When he turns is when he sees her on the far side of the room, lit up by the only natural light their dungeon-esque hideout has to offer.

Michelle is sitting by the window with a sketchbook in her lap, but she’s not drawing anything when he tentatively approaches her. Her pencil is just tapping against the tablet, making these smacking noises that aren’t exactly helping with his senses—which have only spiked in sensitivity since the start of this chaos. But he knows it’s an anxiety tick of hers, so he wants to help.

He approaches her with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, unsure what to do. She isn’t looking at him, gaze caught on the wind blowing outside, so he sits down next to her. He wars with himself for a good ten seconds before thinking fuck it and places his hand over hers, thumb brushing her knuckles for good measure.

She twists her head to look at him, finally, and the tapping comes to a stop. Her expression is steady, eyes flicking down to their hands, before her lips curl into a small smile, tinted with the same sadness her eyes emanate.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey, you,” he replies softly, his free hand trembling a bit as he tucks a loose curl behind her ear. He wants to be gentle with her, and he wants this to last.

Admittedly, he wants a lot of things he isn’t sure are possible anymore, but he can hope.

@machiavelien your turn! Next

#spideychelle conga line #scl #angst idk her #fluff ONLY #just don’t look at the backlog…

[awakening5]

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Oh sweet tender Peter, last I wrote you, you were in a desperate battle for MJ’s life, and now your battle is whether to tell her your feelings or not. So soft, @justmattycakes I love it! Still...

Peter wakes with a start. His first thought is pain, terrible pain. It screams from his chest where he'd been shot, but also his arm is probably broken, too. Maybe after he'd been shot, he fell on it awkwardly and it snapped. 

But he's alive. 

He's in a vehicle. He can tell because of the jerky movements of the hard surface he lies on. An ambulance maybe? You'd think they would at least have a softer gurney. Or maybe...the van MJ had been driving? Did that mean... 

"Oh Peter," she says with a sobbing laugh when he opens her eyes. She's kneeling over him in the back of the van. Lining the walls is a full arsenal of weapons. She'd stolen one of Fisk's vans. What a badass. 

"MJ," he breathes out, managing a smile. "What..." 

"Peter!" Ned shouts from the front seat. MJ must have saved Peter's sorry ass, picked up Ned from his hiding spot, and gotten them all to safety. She probably took out the sniper, too. Badass. 

"I think we escaped them," MJ says. She looks up, and Peter is awed by her. She's so beautiful and brilliant, and now a badass on top of it all? 

Why had his dream been so mundane? What could his subconscious possibly have been trying to tell him? That he was missing out on a simpler Spider-life where MJ was just the normal but awesome girl he was afraid to confess his feelings to? No. After seeing his MJ in action, that couldn't possibly be the reason. 

Or maybe that there was no room for doubts in any world. 

"MJ," he says, with much more strength than he has any right to have. She looks back at him, worry in her eyes. He smiles at her. "You and me...we're..." 

"What?" she asks, and her eyes betray doubt. What could she be doubtful of?

Peter takes a deep breath. His chest blooms with pain starting from the bullet wound. But he doesn't care. There's no time for hesitation. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

Next up @coykoii!!

#spideychelle conga line #spideychelle #oops Jill I undid your undoing! #have fun!! #*runs away

[coykoii]

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Thanks @awakening5 for that humorous reprieve! Although here I am to ruin it, thank you.

“I can’t… believe they took over our dungeon,” Ned huffs, out of breath after they’d run practically a mile away to let them fight it out in their so-called safe house. Yeah, false advertising, Fury, thanks for that.

“They can have that shit hole,” Michelle wheezes, supporting her hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath. “But now we don’t have any of our stuff. Or food. Water. We can’t even go back to May’s.”

“Well,” Peter says matter-of-factly, wringing his hands and feeling an undeniable knot of anxiety in his chest. He doesn’t really know what to do because yet again, they’re out of luck when it comes to running and hiding. “Maybe we can return when they leave?”

“Oh, you mean when they leave through the gaping hole in the ceiling?” Michelle deadpans, crossing her arms before turning away. She might be mad at the whole situation, guilt churning in his gut at the fact, but he really didn’t know he was being tracked by some crazed Raven hunter—or whatever his name was.

“You guys really don’t have to stick with me if it’s too much. I’m serious, I don’t want you guys endangered by whoever the hell else is part of my Spidey Hate Club,” Peter says with a weak chuckle, dropping his head. “I understand—”

“You understand that we’re not going anywhere because we’re your best friends, right? Your only friends, really, but best friends nonetheless,” Ned interrupts, placing his hands on his shoulders. And okay, despite his ego falling off a ten foot cliff, he feels a little more reassured.

“Thanks, man,” he exhales with a small smile, turning around and expecting to see Michelle there too. But she’s not. “Wait—where...where did MJ go?”

“She was literally right there…”

“MJ?! Michelle—!” Peter calls out, anxiety spiking while his voice echoes loudly through the trees. Ned grabs his arm, saying he’s gonna draw attention, but he doesn’t really care all too much when his girlfriend has just disappeared out of nowhere.

@machiavelien when you fix this! :> next!

#spideychelle conga line #scl #anytime someone makes any move for a plot line i might end up offing someone

[justmattycakes]

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Thanks @i-lovethatforme for the first truly chaotic move of the Conga Line! My addition under the cut...

As the dust clears, a man dressed in green armor steps over the rubble, a strange metal tail extending behind him. He removes his helmet, and for a moment, Peter struggles to recognize him.

“Oh no,” Peter says when realization dawns, trying to keep MJ behind him.

“How did you find me?”

“I find everyone,” comes another voice, and a man wearing a large animal skin follows behind Gargan, though he appears unarmed. “Little Spider, not so hard for Kraven to track. I follow webs.”

“What do you want, Gargan? How are you even out of prison?”

“You do remember me!” Gargan cackles, banging a gauntlet against the wall, causing even more rubble to fall. “Would you believe I’m out on good behavior, Parker?”

“No,” Peter says, backing MJ away toward the corner of the room where Ned is cowering. The other man, Kraven, circled the opposite direction, cornering them. “Did you break out of a psych ward?”

“I didn’t even have to break out, they came to get me. You’ve made quite a few enemies, little Spider, and now you don’t have Iron Man around to save the day. Now, who do you want to watch die first?”

Have fun with that one @awakening5!!! >NEXT PART>

#spideychelle conga line #scl #spideychelle #petermj #YES SCORPION QUOTED THE KOOL-AID MAN #what of it #alright wake #your chance to choose violence now

[i-lovethatforme]

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Tysm @machiavelien for some spideychelle are they aren't they fluff 🥺 continuing the tradition under the cut x

It turns out shoddy journalism and pricks on the internet bought them exactly eight hours and thirty seven minutes. 

Eight hours of Peter attempting to ask Michelle if she's his girlfriend. Or if she wanted to be. If the thought had ever even crossed her mind. 

Her fingers had been linked with his for at least 67% of the time they were all attempting to chill out, so he guessed there was a chance that she wanted to see where this went. That them being locked in a damp room the day after their date hadn't completely wiped out the idea that she wanted to kiss him again. 

Ned for his part had at least appeared to appear oblivious but MJ isn't stupid and even if she was and happened to go blind she'd have had trouble missing the side glances and the winks at their hand holding. 

Peter spent a solid forty seconds not listening to Michelle's heartbeat trying to figure out if shifting his body a smidge would get her head to fall on his shoulder or if she'd wake up with a jolt. Whether they'd fall asleep together in a less than perfect place but it'd be fine because they'd be together. With their fingers intertwined and Ned's feet touching Peter's thigh with every heavy exhale.

It didn't matter of course. 

His senses gave him barely enough time to cover MJ and throw Ned to the floor before the ceiling caved in with an ear splitting crash.

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Come fix this @justmattycakes

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[coykoii]

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@awakening5 sir—

When Peter manages to open his eyes, all he sees is darkness. His lungs feel like they’re about to collapse, like he can’t breathe from lack of oxygen. Wherever he is, it’s pitch black and cramped, arms and legs almost pinned down.

He swallows thickly, the burning sensation in his gut having almost faded completely due to his enhanced healing and the fact that Michelle hadn’t stabbed him anywhere fatal. But there’s so much blood coating his sweatshirt that it looks like he had bled out from an outsider's perspective.

Peter squeezes his eyes closed, feeling a little lightheaded, though whether that’s from the blood loss or the fact that he’s trapped somewhere with no air, he has no idea. He presses his hands against the lid of what feels like a wooden box that he’s stuck inside.

But despite his strength, his muscles are straining against whatever heavy weight is pushing against the box, and he can’t break it open.

“Hello?!” he calls out, but his voice only bounces around the box, not echoing any further than the confines of those four walls. He should probably save his breath, especially if no one can hear him.

He thinks about Michelle and hopes that she’s safe, that being a double agent for whomever is sparing her from any sort of torture. When he closes his eyes, he sees the unbearable guilt in her own as the knife had gone through him.

She has to know that he had forgiven her immediately after learning what was going on.

And if only he could get out of this fucking box, he would tell her. But the next thing he hears are footsteps, but not coming from nearby or next to him. They’re coming from above him, and that’s when realization hits.

Whoever Michelle is being forced to work with had really, truly thought he was dead, and the only thing to come of it is the fact that he’s now six feet under—buried alive.

@machiavelien i trust you to fix this :> NEXT

#spideychelle conga line #scl #i love doing weird plot twists bc I’m not the one who has to deal w the consequences 😇

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Ooooh we in romcom mode, ty @machiavelien ❤

Peter would much rather be back in his dream - with a bullet screaming through his body. Because with every second he doesn't answer MJ's question, her brows get more furrowed. 

Maybe she's trying to figure out why he's taking so long to get to an answer. Probably thinks he's being a right weirdo. But in his defence - he did think he was being buried alive about five minutes ago. 

But he's not. His best friend is standing in front of him asking if she should say yes to Brad Davis. Ugh.

He wants to say no - tell her that he's been plotting a way to ask her to prom ever since he caught her sleepy smiling at him across the classroom. 

But then he remembers the way she chewed him out when he missed the AcaDec competition because he was out too late saving cats from trees. And that's one thing. But leaving MJ alone at prom? Not picking her up at all? He can barely think about it.

"Erm, well - do you want to go with him?" He asks, shoving his beating heart back down his throat.

"I dunno. I mean, he asked me. It's not like there's a queue of people wanting to go with me."

And he's angry because there should be. She's the greatest person he's ever met. And he's deliriously excited to see her in whatever she decides to wear. Maybe she'll pin the front of her hair back like she did when she had to go to her cousin's wedding. 

"Well, if you want you can say yes… or -"

"Or?"

Yeah, @justmattycakes, or????

#spideychelle conga line #scl #petermj

[justmattycakes]

Spideychelle Conga Line Pt. 11

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@i-lovethatforme I hope you enjoy the direction I took with your setup lol!

"And who is that?" Ned asks.

"Look, nerds, we don't have much time. This isn't the reunion you're hoping for. I'm not your Michelle."

Michelle? But she's been MJ to him for years, ever since they became friends. "That's obvious," Peter says, body tense. "Where is she?"

"Bullshit," says Ned. "What the hell is 'not your Michelle' supposed to mean? What are you?"

"I'm her from a different dimension -- one where you don't follow me and you both die. Now get moving before I have to live with--" she says, but a gunshot rings out and she slumps to her knees, blue blood blooming from her chest.

Behind her stands another Michelle, wounded and worn, but wearing MJ's clothes and a familiar look in her eyes. She's his MJ.

"Damn Skrull assassin," she says, putting pressure on a gash near her rib cage.

"Are you alright?" Peter asks on instinct.

She'd nods. "For now. I'll need help sewing it up. I took out two more at their camp on the ridge, we can spend the night there." She gestures to the body before her, it's face morphing to some alien species. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"How… who…" Ned mumbles in shock.

"I… haven't been entirely honest with you guys," MJ admits, slipping the pistol into the back of her jeans. "I told you how my dad moved out before he and my mom split, but I never told you who he is -- Nick Fury."

Have fun with this one @awakening5!!! > NEXT PART >

#spideychelle conga line #scl #spideychelle #petermj #i know you like some fury's daughter MJ wake!

[i-lovethatforme]

Congaline

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no but this ask sends me every time i see it.. rip your space bar

fluffy!

lemme remind you whomst i am working with (we are not allowed to chat about what we are writing/ planning so these are just random conversations to remind you they're all angst grems)

@coykoii: I am going to MURDER someone

@machiavelien: I am totally fine w angst (as long as it's ok in the end)

@justmattycakes: It's funny bc your comments reminded me that I did in fact hurt everyone quite a bit throughout... oops

@awakening5: well tbf he likes to say he isn't angsty but we all saw the penultimate chap to AYC & TCWTA

I, naturally, have never done anything wrong in my life x

#spideychelle conga line #scl #part six out now!