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excellent. bust out the handcuffs.

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A quick knock at Midge’s dressing room door had her on her feet instantly. She’d been watching the clock, waiting for Fangs to arrive, and she’d started to think that he might not be coming, but she knew that knock, his knock, and she could feel her thighs clenching in anticipation of what was to come.

Midge quickly opened the door and yanked him in by the wrist, shutting the it quickly behind them and clicking the lock shut. Fangs almost instantly reversed the pair’s position, backing Midge up against the door, one of his hands planted firmly against the thin wood, and the other coming to her waist, pinching at the skin before pulling her flush against him. 

“You’re late,” Midge pouted, drawing her hands up his chest and setting them firmly across his shoulders, her fingers dancing in the hairs at the nape of his neck. “You left me all alone. I was waiting.”

“Sorry for the wait, angel, Moose was patrolling the area so I couldn’t get here any quicker- I think he’s looking for you.” Fangs whispered lowly, nipping at her earlobe before planting a kiss on her shoulder “But I can certainly think of a few ways I can make up for leaving you all alone.”

Midge sucked in a breath and looked up at him from under her eyelashes with her brown doe eyes. That look was Fangs’ weakness- the one where the looked so innocent and angelic, when he knew all too well that she was a little freak behind closed doors. 

“Oh really?” She asked, feigning ignorance as Fangs pushed her harder up against the door, the cool wood against the low back of her Carrie dress raising goosebumps up her arms. “What did you have in mind?”

Fangs’ hands dipped down, one cupping her breast with a squeeze and the other finding its way up and under her dress to the silky yellow fabric beneath. “Well,” he kissed her hungrily, the hand that was on her breast moving behind her to messily unbutton the back of her dress and pull it down, exposing her bare chest, whilst his other hand slipped beneath her panties, the tips of his fingers circling in ways that made her feel dizzy. “It’s going to start with some of this, and it’s gonna finish with me taking you against that dressing room table in the mirror.”

Midge let out a raspy moan, her head falling back against the door with a soft thud, eyes shut and lips slightly parted in bliss. Instinctively, she pushed herself against his fingers and her hands dropped from his shoulders downwards, fumbling with his belt buckle. 

Fangs lowered his head, his hand kneading her breast as his tongue flicked over the taut nipple. 

“Holy shit, Fangs,” she whined breathlessly, finally taking hold of his erection underneath his boxers and beginning to stoke it at a steady pace, her thumb rolling over the head. He groaned against her chest, the vibrations sending a warmth straight between her legs. “This was worth the wait.”

The was a knock at the door, and Midge’s eyes flew open, her hand stilling momentarily before continuing to stoke Fangs, her pace quickening. “Midge?” Moose called out. “You in there?”

Fangs dipped two fingers into her, his thumb taking the place of where his fingers were before, drawing circles on her clit as he planted wet kisses to her collarbones and neck, his teeth nipping at the soft skin. “Keep quiet, sweetheart,” he grinned as she let out a breathy moan into his shoulder and dug her nails into his back with her free hand. “This is just the beginning of what I have in store for you before the curtains go up.”

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HI BECCA! I’m terrible at summarizing and I don’t want to give to much away. First and foremost, I really hope to have part one done for the showcase! but honestly it’ll probably just be a moodboard whoops. 

Okay so! I plan on having it be a five part thing. It’s called Life Goes On. Sweets and my OC have been best friends since they were little kids and their mothers almost literally threw them outside to entertain themselves and play and throw rocks at each others head and whatnot (I have very fond visuals of this in my head). They grew up together obviously and they are both peasants in the village. Then Sweets kinda gets torn away for an apprenticeship as a blacksmith (HELLO THIS, THIS IS KINDA WHAT STARTED THIS FIC) and Keva has to go work in the kitchens for Lord Lodge and Lady Veronica hahah. However, they still get together when they can, but it is less frequent. And mutual pining happens. And there is this peasant party where like Sweets really realizes he loves her and that she is his future. He feels it in his soul and he knows it, it’s set in stone. However, something angsty happens and that future become very blurry and grim (and dark). 

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Aww thank you so much!!

1.) Legends - I love Sara so much, it was so liberating to write her because of how much she's like me. My Hebrew/Israeli heritage is something I didn't really talk about online much bc I believed my mom when she said people would hate me if they knew. But I wrote Sara as an Israeli immigrant in Germany, with ties to the Holocaust, despite how terrified I was. The reception was baffling because it was incredibly positive. Not one aesthetic or edit for her was made by fans without a Star of David somewhere on it and it's the best feeling.

2.) Sea of Glass / Blue Moon - Sydney's original story was my favorite. I like writing tough issues/topics that aren't used often and it covered a lot of them. But the idea of writing a Siren into Teen Wolf was really exciting because she's murderous by nature but she wants to be good, so the conflict made for a really interesting storyline.

3.) A Different Breed - This was one of my first 'popular' fics. I put everything I had into book one and it paid off, and in some ways I think this fic is what made me 'popular' as a writer because it threw my name around into different circles. I haven't written a lot like it lately, but Harper is still one of my favorites to write.

4.) Serpent's Bite - River's Edge was really nerve wracking for me because it was a completely new fandom and I originally didn't write Diana as a Serpent. But I was comfortable with it by the time I got to Serpent's Bite, so the writing was overall better and Diana's character was a little more solid. It's my favorite to write because I've written Diana through a lot of hardships and it's helped me continue to write through blocks and setbacks, so Diana and I have grown a lot together and I just love her so much.

5.) Cape Coral - (idk if this counts bc it's original, but the ask said 'stories' so I put this one in lol) Cape Coral is very special to me bc it's completely original, and all of the characters are totally mine, so I've been able to really dive in and submerse myself into Shelley's world and the world of the Mermaids. Mermaids and the ocean have been my passion since I was super little, so writing a book about those things brings a certain level of emotion to it I haven't had with others. It has a very unique (unique for me, anyway) writing style I haven't used before that was inspired by the piles of antique books I've been reading, which makes it really hard not to hear all the words in a British accent.

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Sugawara 70% bastard. mom friend, but would stab a bitch. the sweet smile can only mask the bastard within. i see you suga.

Asahi 0% bastard. a good boy. no bastard found. pls he’s too sensitive to be bastard.