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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Steter_Week_2017, Steter_Week, Smut, PWP, Blowjobs, Underage_Sex,
      Enthusiastic_Consent, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Daddy_Kink, three_way,
      Clubbing, Stiles_Stilinski_is_Seventeen_Years_Old, Grinding, Dirty
      Dancing
  Series:
      Part 3 of Steter_Appreciation_Week_2017
  Collections:
      Steter_Week_2017
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-26 Words: 4759
****** Daddy's Night ******
by lavenderlotion
Summary
     Stiles tries to remain optimistic the first time he goes to a club.
     He goes a town over, wears the best ‘clubbing’ clothes he can think
     of, and really, really tries to keep an open mind. When he finds out
     he stumbled upon ‘Daddy’s Night’ at the Forest, he thought his night
     was ruined.
     His night was not ruined.
     Only his underwear were.
Notes
     November 26: Smut
     Here’s where you can go all-out creating the steamiest, sexiest
     Steter fan work you desire: Daddy kink, BDSM, sex pollen, erotic
     dreams, anything and everything related to Stiles and Peter getting
     it on.
      
      
     Check_out_the_rest_of_the_weeks_prompts,_right_here!
See the end of the work for more notes
Stiles wasn’t usually one for clubbing. Mostly, it was because he was seventeen
and the Sheriff’s son. He at least  knew  about the club scene, knew what was
out there. Danny was an avid club goer and Stiles had heard many a tales from
the other boy. He just - he just didn’t really think it would ever be for him,
and least not yet.
So really, Stiles had no idea why he was here. It probably had a lot to due
with Jackson’s constant taunts, the other boys never ending parade of insults.
And he knew that some of them had truth - which was probably what made them
hurt so much. He  was  spazzy, and too loud, and talked too much. He was
skinny, all long uncoordinated limbs. And he knew just how weird he was, that
even after a handful of students at his school being bit by a rogue Alpha and
coming together to form a pack - he was still the weirdest of them all,
wielding magic he only half knew how to work.
And then beyond that, it seemed as though the whole pack had paired up. Scott
and Allison were already together, though Isaac somehow joined their
relationship that made sense to no one other than the three of them. Jackson
and Lydia obviously stayed together, but then Boyd and Erica got together too -
and it became Stiles constantly third wheeling. Being the only single on in his
friend group was  hard , and it only spurred Jackson, and now Isaac, on.
So after  years , it was easy to believe some of the things people so often
said to him. It wasn’t so much that he honestly thought he would stay alone
forever, that no one could ever love him - it was just. Well, it was simple. He
had simple teenage insecurities caused by the bullying he received from his
peers and he wanted to prove them wrong.
He just, he just wanted to  know  if someone could find him attractive.
So Stiles put on the tightest pair of jeans he owned - a gift from Lydia - and
goddess help him, a fucking  crop top  - a gift from Danny - and loaded himself
into his jeep, desperately trying to ignore the shaking of his fingers. This
should be easy, after everything he had already been through - training up an
entire pack of teenaged werewolves, trying to figure out his own fucked up,
essentially useless magic all while fighting for his life against whatever
monster was currently trying to attack their defenseless town.
This just seemed scarier. Stiles wasn’t sure if it was because it was such a
mundane act, sneaking out of his house - which wasn’t so much sneaking out when
his dad was working the night shift anyway - and illegally going to a club. It
was so, so  human , so different than the dangers he had become accustomed to
that it was completely jarring. He could handle running for his life, and using
his spark to burn apart vampires, but this? This was just so different.
He had to pull over twice on the forty minute drive.
Yes , Stiles was driving out of town for this. No way in hell was he risking
this little adventure getting back to his dad. And there would be no way he
would be let in somewhere in Beacon Hills,  everyone  knowing him as the
Sheriff’s trouble making son. So he drove to the next town and carefully
parking himself outside of  Forest  - and seriously, what was with the names of
these clubs.
The line wasn’t long, but then again the night was still early, just barely
passed eleven. Now, Stiles wasn’t entirely sure what he had been expecting - he
had tried to come into this whole experience with a completely open mind. He
didn’t want to have a bad time due to previous prejudices, so he told himself
to remain cautiously optimistic.
Despite his best efforts - he had not expected the entire line up to be older
men.
Not so much old, like his dad, but definitely older than what Stiles had always
assumed to be clubbing ages. These men looked like they should be at home with
their young children, not lining up outside a gay club. He walked up to the
line slowly, hand stuffed into his pockets to hide their shaking. The air was
cold against his midriff, the loose fit of his shirt blowing in the wind.
“Yo kid!” A guy in front of him said, the two others he was standing with
turning as well, “What the hell are you doing here?”
Stiles blushed at that, eyes going wide as he tried to come up with an
appropriate answer. He shifted his feet, arms wrapping around himself - Danny
had assured Stiles that the crop top looked good, but he had never felt more
uncomfortable than he did right now - and he took a half step back.
“Layoff, Rick, you’re gonna scare the boy,” Said one of the others, punching
‘Rick’ in the arm. He then turned to Stiles with a bright, genuine looking
smile, “Ignore him, he’s always pissy. I’m James, and what Rick meant was that
tonight is Daddy’s night”
Stiles looked back down the line then, and yeah - yeah that made a lot of
sense. It also only caused Stiles to blush harder, because of course the one
night he went out would be the night catering to - well, not to Stiles. His
cheeks may have also been burning because the man was  gorgeous . Taller than
Stiles though similar in build, dark, dark skin and hair in long braids. He had
a gold piercing in his eyebrow and it moved when he smiled.
“Look, you should come in anyway. It might be good for some of these old hounds
to see what fresh meat looks like,” The third guy said, a smirk on his face as
he gave Stiles a long once over, ending it with a lick of his lips and a wink.
This man - holy goddess this man. Taller than James, he was also twice as
thick, his tank top barely containing veined muscles. They were completely
ridiculous, darkly tanned and Stiles kinda wanted to like,  lick them.  The man
also had long hair, though it was dark and curly, his beard thick around his
face. His eyes though - jesus his ears were a thousand colours.
Stiles blushed  harder  at the obvious approval of the mans once over, but he
couldn’t quite stop his smile.
===============================================================================
It turned out, James and Ares - the third man's name - were both good dancers.
Stiles was currently sandwiched between the two - which he had  not  been
expecting. Ares had so obviously checked him out, then declared his interest,
that Stiles assumed he were single. When they first got into the club the two
men had stayed close, though Rick had wandered off near immediately. They had
brought him over the bar right away, buying him a series of  virgin  drinks,
neither man believing he was actually of age
They had then begun to make out with each other, Stiles awkwardly sitting on
the bar stool next to them. It did allow him time to look around, though.
Despite the age of majority tonight, it was obviously still a club. There was a
heighten alcove for the DJ and lights were already flashing along the
dancefloor. The floor itself was large, filling with bodies the longer he sat
there. Along the furthest wall were booths, and Stiles could see a few groups
of older men sitting around, drinking. The music was loud, even at the bar and
it pulsed under Stiles’ skin.
He finally turned back to the couple to see them watching him, James leaning
heavily into Ares bulk. He flushed under the gaze, twirling his straw around
his drink, something bright blue that tasted like pineapples. It was good, and
Stiles was enjoying it - and enjoying not being addled my alcohol. He knew if
the two men hadn’t brought him with them, he very well could be on his way to
drunk trying to quell his nerves, and he enjoyed staying sober.
“I didn’t realize you were together?” Stiles had asked trying desperately to
come up with  anything  to say.
“Been with this man for seven years,” Ares replied smugly, grabbing a handful
of James’s ass, the slighter man just smiling at his boyfriend.
Then the song had changed and James had smiled wide, looking at Ares with big
pleading eyes and the taller man just nodded before plastering himself to
Stiles’ back. The boy had sucked in a breath, heartbeat rocketing and not
helped one bit by the man's breath against his ear, beard scraping his skin.
“Dance with us?” He had asked, and Stiles could do nothing but nod.
So here he was, between the couple as they both grinded into him, Stiles
twisting and thrusting his hips in turn. His left arm was thrown behind him,
fingers tangled in Ares’ hair, pulling and fisting the curls, his other wrapped
tight around James and holding the man close. Ares was mouthing at the back of
his neck and he’d already traded a series of hot kisses with James, body lost
in the heavy bass of the song.
He was having  fun , his body light as he rolled his hips, James’ hands
wandering high under his crop top. His eyes were closed as he tossed his head
back, sweat heavy on the small of his back as he danced. The heat of the club
was only furthered by the that of the men bracketing him but he couldn’t find
it in himself to care - especially as Ares didn't seem to mind. He let himself
get lost in it, his heart beating fast though he could hardly hear it over the
music.
He felt free, in a way he hadn’t since he was little. He didn't - he didn’t
have worries here, wasn’t anything more than the song playing and the bodies
moving around him, didn’t  have  to be anything more. Stiles could easily see
himself becoming addicted to it, though thinking too hard was difficult right
now, with how everything felt floaty and far away. His endorphin’s were running
high, drunk on the excitement and sex in the air.
“Someone’s been watching you,” Ares mumbled low in his ear and Stiles blinked
his eyes open, looking up at James who was staring across the room.
“Huh?” Stiles asked, pulling James back when the man leaned away, causing the
older man to chuckle.
“Over there,” James said, nudging his head to the left. Stiles followed the
other man's eyes and his own widened, “He’s been watching you dance with us.”
The man -  fuck , the man was hot. He had broad shoulders, thick biceps that
pulled at his low v neck, the shirt pulling tight against the man's chest.
Trimmed chest hair was peeking out of his neck line, as were the lines of the
mans pectorals. The man's jeans were also painted on, the hard line of his cock
visible even to Stiles across the floor. He clearly had no shame - and Stiles
didn’t think he had any need to. His eyes were bright, and Stiles could tell
they were blue from here. His hair was dark in the low lighting and the mans
stubble just accentuated the sharp lines of his jaw.
And he was staring straight at Stiles.
There could be no question as to where the man's gaze was directed, especially
as he didn’t once look elsewhere. He made eye contact and held it, refusing to
look away. Stiles himself was drawn in, found he couldn't stop staring even as
he continued to dance, his body moving on its own. He moaned low when Ares
thrust particularly hard against his ass, arching his back into James.
The man watching frowned slightly at that, and his eyes brightened in the dim
lighting. Stiles sucked in a breath and knew his own had flashed right back.
The man's lips twisted up into a smile and he flashed a bit of fang, Stiles’
cock throbbing at the sight.
Okay, new kink, apparently.
The man took a step forward and Stiles watched with bated breath, a pout
pulling at his lips when the man didn’t move any further.
“You should go to him,” Ares said against the skin of his ear, Stiles shivering
at the sensation.
“Go, dance, have fun,” James agreed.
“But, but you guys?” Stiles said, more of a whine than he wanted it to be. He
was comfortable, and yes the man watching him was intriguing, but he didn’t
want to move. His cock was straining in his jeans, sure, but he was enjoying
the lazy thrusting the three of them had going on, plus Ares felt incredible
pressed against his back, body curled around Stiles’. James was pretty infront
of him, mouth kissed pink by Stiles’ own.
“This is my number,” James said with a wide smile, placing another long kiss to
Stiles’ lips, “Call us the  minute  you’re legal.”
“We really want to see you again. Let Hale know we get at least one go with
you,” Ares added, squeezing Stiles’ ass before sending him off with a slap, the
two men moving together to fill the space Stiles left.
So Stiles walked forward, trying not to fidget. His body still feels loose and
free, still riding the high of the dance. The man walks towards him as well and
Stiles is only a step away when the man moves to the side. Stiles heart stops
but then a hand settles wide over his belly, the man pulling Stiles to meld
against him, back to chest.
Stiles breathes deep, already pushing down the anxiety that had immediately
began to bloom. The wolf - at least that what he felt like from the brief look
Stiles got with his magic - growls low, the rumble fighting with the bass of
the club inside Stiles’ chest. A second hand settles high on Stiles chest,
fingers stroking across his collarbone. The man sucks on Stiles’ skin, covering
the spots Ares had been working on and Stiles’ laugh devolves into a moan when
the man bites down.
He knows he’s going to have a bruise there, especially as the man doesn’t stop,
just moves ever so slightly to the left, obviously expanding his mark. Stiles
can’t find it in himself to care at all, not with the way Peter’s dick is
grinding into his ass, Stiles himself pushing back into the contact.
“I’m Peter,” Is said with more growl than words and fangs scrape across the
back of his neck, Stiles moaning low and hard at the feel.
He’s barely able to gasp out his own name before he’s turning, all but climbing
the thigh the man offers. He buries his face in the man's neck, panting heavily
against the skin and licking out to taste. The man smells like musk, masculine
and dirty and  so  good. Stiles sucks on the skin, as he whines, Peter’s hands
grabbing his entire ass and pushing Stiles’ harder into his leg, supporting
both their weights completely.
His dick is pushing sharply against his zipper, the metal teeth digging into
his flesh even through the thin material of his briefs. He can’t stop though,
the meat of Peter’s thigh providing too-good friction and he can feel his balls
draw up, the familiar pressure low in his gut. He bites down on the skin
between his lips as he comes, gasping for breath as his orgasm punches out of
him, his mind going white and fuzzy.
The music is still loud around him and Peter is now rubbing soft circles into
his back with one hand, the other carding softly through his hair. He blinks
his eyes open slowly and the man is smiling down at him softly, eyes crinkling.
It’s stupidly attractive and Stiles just pushes his face into the man's chest,
wrapping his own arms around the man's waist in a hug.
“What about you?” He asks when the mans dick throbs against his hip, still hard
in Peter’s jeans.
“That’s up to you, sweetheart,”
“Oh,” Stiles says, leaning back to stare at the man. He really - he’s serious
about that. Stiles has always been good at telling when people are lying and
since his spark had began glowing bright inside his chest, he’s always been
able to  know . It really is up to Stiles, and if he offered nothing he knows
the man would take that and leave if Stiles wanted him to.
That’s exactly what gives him the courage to say, “I want to blow you.”
===============================================================================
" Is this your first time?"
After he had muttered his request into Peter’s skin, the man made him repeat
it, forcing him to say it clearly. And that Stiles could understand, consent
was sexy - it had been what gave Stiles the courage to offer, after all. Once
he had, Peter led him off the floor, Stiles entirely too excited to be bothered
by the cooling wetness in his pants. By the feel of things he had came  a lot,
and he knew there would be a huge mess when he finally peeled himself out of
his underwear.
The wolf had led the to the bathroom, Stiles looking over his shoulder to see
Ares and James staring with wide, heated eyes. They had clearly watched Stiles’
little show, and he had to wonder how many other people had just seen him cum.
The washroom was dark, the lighting only slightly brighter than what it had
been in the club and Stiles appreciated that his eyes didn’t have to painfully
adjust.
Peter had pulled him close, brushing a soft kiss against Stiles’ mouth before
gently pushing him backwards, Stiles’ back hitting the stall door. He would
have fallen if Peter hadn’t still been holding him, walking with him and
closing the door behind himself. Peter kissed him again, and it was enough to
make Stiles forget that there was a toilet behind him, enough to ignore the
crude writing along the walls around him
Peter pulled back, eyes shining bright blue and staring at Stiles, the full
weight of the man's attention a heady feeling. Peter’s voice came out a deep
rumble when he asked, “Is this your first time?”
Stiles nodded shyly, ducking his head under the man's gaze.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, take your time,” The man's smile was gentle,
reassuring. Peter opened his jeans and pushed down both the denim and his
underwear, his cock flopping out and hanging thick and heavy between them,
already straining upwards.
Stiles dropped to his knees, the man's hands settling firmly on his shoulders
and rubbing, kneading the muscles under his fingers as Stiles relaxed. Peter
guided him forward, resting Stiles’ against the warm skin of the man’s thigh,
the hairs there tickling his forehead. He arched his neck and turned his face
to the side, breathing deep against the man's crotch.
Peter’s dick was hard right infront of him but he took a moment to just inhale
the man. The scent of him was even heavier down here and Stiles wasn’t ashamed
to admit how much he loved it. It was heady and made his head rush, his dick
starting to fatten in his jeans from this alone.
“That’s it, you look so pretty on your knees,” The words just spurred Stiles on
and he leaned forward, mouthing at the base of the mans cock.
He - he needed a minute, needed to ready himself. Even this was a lot, the feel
of the man's cock against his lips, the taste of it against his tongue. It was
sexy, too, long and thick and uncut, the head beginning to peak out of the
foreskin as precum beaded there. Peter ran his hands through Stiles’ hair and
the boy looked up, Peter smiling down at him. Stiles smiled in turn, butting
his head against the man's hip before resuming his action, the man's laugh
making his heart swell.
Stiles took a deep breath before leaning back ever so slightly. Peter’s dick
was so close, the head still leaking where it sat against Peter’s stomach.
Stiles leaned in, letting his tongue dart out and licking quick, scooping the
drop of liquid into his mouth before leaning back. He considered the taste,
rubbing his tongue against the roof of his mouth. It wasn’t awful - saltier
than Stiles would have liked. Not disgusting by any means, though sharper than
his own semen.
He leaned forward once again, this time opening his mouth wide and settling it
over the mans dick. He smells stronger this way, and maybe it’s because Peter’s
tip is still leaking fresh precome but it makes his mind a little fuzzy, not
helped by the weight of a cock in his mouth. The head is large, though it isn’t
a ridiculous size and Stiles finds keeping his teeth tucked behind his lips
isn’t incredibly difficult.
He doesn’t try to move forward yet, instead settles his weight on his heels.
Peter’s hand is now on the back of his neck, holding him there but not pushing
forward. Stiles continues to breath through his nose, getting used to it,
familiarizing himself with the action. He wants to be prepared for when he
starts to move, and he figures getting his breathing down is a good first step.
Peter is being incredibly patient with him, letting Stiles take his time and
the boy is thankful for it, knows this could have gone much worse. He brings
his tongue into play, pushing at the man's slit with the muscle and digging for
more of the bitterness, already craving the taste. The man hisses above him,
hand flexing against his neck and he looks up with wide eyes, staring at the
man above him.
“You’re doing so well baby, such a good boy for daddy,” Peter rumbles above him
and Stiles whines high in the back of his throat, the name making his cock
twitch against his zipper. He’s hard again, and it’s almost distracting how it
hurts, the way the metal digs into his flesh. But then Peter’s fingers are
tapping against his jaw and Stiles is looking up once again, staring at Peter’s
too-bright eyes as the man smiles down at him.
“So good sweetheart, your mouth looks so good around daddy’s dick,” Peter’s
voice has turned more into a growl than anything and Stiles could feel the
vibrations on his tongue, the weight of Peter’s dick keeping his mind feeling
floaty. The man continues to cradle his jaw with one hand, the other still
resting against the back of his neck.
“I’m going to fuck your pretty, pretty mouth now, alright?” His  daddy  asks,
and his asshole fucking twitches at the thought even as he whines again.
Peter does just as he says, slowly moving his hips forward and keeping Stiles’
head firmly in place. It’s a little harder to keep his teeth away, but Stiles
lays his tongue flat, feeling the heavy ridge running along the bottom of
Peter’s dick. The head bumps the roof of his mouth, dragging against the
dampness there and it’s unbelievably weird, the feeling of it.
Stiles rests his hands on the man's thighs, keeping himself steady and making a
sound of protest as the man begins to pull out. He doesn’t go far though, and
instead thrusts shallowly back in, feeding Stiles what the boy thinks to be
half his dick. It’s a fairly smooth glide with how wet his mouth is, and Stiles
swallows down his salvia, little drips spilling from his lips. He tries to
apply more suction then, hollowing out his lips and Peter moans above him, the
sound spurring Stiles on. He sucks harder when the man pulls out, licking and
flicking his tongue over the exposed skin, drawing another breathy moan from
Peter.
He feels powerful, even though Peter still has a firm hold on him as he does
the work, the man doing all the thrusting. It makes Stiles feel a little bad,
especially with how nice Peter has been through the whole time, so he hallows
his cheeks again, doing his best to apply as much pressure as he can. He seems
to pull Peter a little deeper and the man's cock bumps at the back of his
throat, gagging him. He just breathes through it and the next time Peter
thrusts he swallows around the head, letting it push past where is comfortable.
There’s far mar saliva now and Stiles is aware of it running down his chin,
sticking to his neck. It’s messy and a little gross, and there may even be a
little bit of snot as he continues to gag slightly, trying his best to work
past his reflex. There  is  still a cock down his throat, and it’s hard, but
Peter’s hand has settled around his neck and a thumb is stroking over his
adam's apple, and it helps.
" Fuck ,” Peter swears loudly, his hips now moving a bit faster, “Fuck you’re
so hot. Doing so well, such a good boy.  My  good boy,”
The words spur Stiles on and his own cock twitches along side Peter’s. He
thinks he could cum like this, if Peter doesn’t stop -  never stops  - what
he’s doing. He makes a noise, wanting,  needing  more and he rocks his own hips
forward, flexing in the air as he strains for something. Peter’s foot comes up,
the arch of his shoe resting against Stiles’ crotch.
It’s not nearly as comfortable as Peter’s thigh was but it’ll do, and Stiles
thrusts sharply as he continues to suck as hard he can, tears leaking from his
eyes as Peter really starts to fuck into his mouth. It’s loud, his gagging and
the slurping sounds he’s making as he sucks. He can hear his own whining too,
louder the closer he gets to cuming a second time. Peter - who has been
growling nearly this whole time - gets louder himself, his hips moving faster.
A claw grazes the skin at the back of his neck right before Peter pulls at the
hair there and Stiles cums right then, his throat convulsing around where
Peter’s buried himself there. He can feel the warmth of Peter’s cum shoot down
his throat and the man pulls back slightly, a few ropes shooting onto the flat
of his tongue.
He sucks harder at the head, trying to pull as much cum as he can and gets
rewarded by another sharp burst, his mouth filling nicely. He toys at the mans
slit, eyes closed as he hums his own pleasure, still rocking from his orgasm.
Peter lets his cock rest in Stiles mouth, the boy not complaining one bit as it
softens there.
When Peter finally pulled his cock out he also pulled Stiles up and into a
kiss, leaning back against the door and letting Stiles lean on him. The boy
pushes his tongue out, offering the wad of cum there to the older man. He moans
as Peter takes it readily, growling around his mouthful. He leans back only
enough to stare, a small smile on his lips at the look on Peter’s face. He
moves back in, letting his head rest in the crock of Peter's’ neck, much the
same way it did when he came earlier.
“Daddy is  so  proud of you,” He praises and Stiles preens a little, arching
his back the slightest bit and sighing contently when the man begins to rub
circles along the bare skin there. He doesn’t want to move, though he is a
little worried that he may fall asleep. He doesn’t want that to happen, would
much rather go back out.
He doesn’t want to stay, not with how his pants are soaked through with both of
his loads, the denim sticking to his skin uncomfortably. He does at least want
to see Ares and James one last time, thank them for the drinks and the dancing,
and assuring them that he will call, even if it’s just to see them again.
He leans back and Peter stoops down for a light kiss, the flush the never
really left Stiles’ skin heating up once again. He’s not entirely sure what to
say now, but his chest feels warm and content and he’s incredibly satisfied -
not just from the two orgasms but the entirety of his first experience in a
club.
He really can’t say he was disappointed - and he has a story to tell Danny.
End Notes
     big thanks to my lovely_friend for letting me borrow Ares from this
     amazing fic!!
     WHAT IN THE FLYING FUCKITY FUCKING FUCK
     this was supposed to be a short, pwp fic, that was maybe going to be
     2k. I honestly have no idea how this happened what so ever, and I am
     genuinely confused about it. This fic ended up taking me multiple
     hours to complete, and I am so so happy with it. LOL, not what I was
     expecting either. My smut for Stetopher week did not end up this
     good, no sir it did not (it was also like, 900 words, like this one
     was supposed to be). This story is insane, and I am so pleased with
     it.
     Usually, porn is not my thing. Frankly, it still isn't my thing, and
     I really can't guarantee how much I will actually write in the
     future. I don't necessarily enjoy it, and don't think it is the best
     of my work at all. I would much rather write what I feel good about
     writing, and not deal with pushing myself - though this was an
     incredibly fun experience. All in all, Steter week is already getting
     long and we're only on day three. Jesus. I have no idea if it'll end
     up being longer than Stetopher week, but I'm sure it'll at least be
     the same length, LOL
     As for nanowrimo, that is still going well. It is currently day 12,
     and my word count is not exactly what I want it to be. I was really,
     really bad the last two days, but am going to be working hard this
     week to catch back up. I have personal goals that I am trying to
     achieve, and I want to get over the 50k mark by the time I am done.
     also, I am ridiculously proud of this fic
     All for now, check me out tumblr. Not only do I occasionly post
     snippets of fics and chapter updates, I complain about boys! Fun
     times!!
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