#hayclif

but also like: let’s also write one shot hollanov smut at their cottage, and cliff and ilya swap their sex tapes.

but also like: but what if cliff finds luca on grindr and took him to poundtown. another hassleau smut won’t hurt.

but also like: what if the heat of 4th of July makes them want each other’s hot dog real bad? debating between Boston for america realness or Ptown for gay realness.

one long hot shower later i already drafted four chapters.

originally wanted to write a oneshot of clayden/haycliff/hayleau taking mdma at an underground techno rave and felt in love, the bad kind of love that left them traumatized when their brain burned up all the serotonin and depression kicked in.

i thought my obsession for callan potter’s eyes and franco’s stubble would fizzle out by february. nope!

now i am almost 30 something chapters deep with so much angst, fluff and smut ready to terrorize my readers at a whim. like i can’t stop whumping these two boys at this point i might end the story around 400k words wheeeeee. still can’t believe people are enjoying the very heavy taboo premise of my word vomit fic despite it’s my first longfic ever.