CinnamonGingerSnaps
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I’ll swim down with you (is that what you want?) by CinnamonGingerSnaps
Fandoms: Beloved bouquet
30 Nov 2025
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Okay. This was fine.
Totally fine.
Anti told herself that as she stood under the sweltering sun, sweating through her tank top, watching her hat fly away in the most dramatic possible way.
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Would Sheldon even want flowers? Leonard does it anyway.
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“It’s just that I p-practically live at his place half the time now. Which is great! But most of my room is there, and- and I don’t know what…I don’t know what that means. He’s never said…never s-said what this is.” He slumped over again, the side of his face lay wet and defeated on the bar. “It’s stupid. Right? I’m stupid?”
He could hear the exasperation on her face, a short, frustrated exhale through the nose before she spoke again.
“Damn Herm, the fuck? Have you even asked him what he wants from all this? Like at all? Ever?”
He hesitated, feeling the reprimand coming before he even opened his mouth.
“No?”
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After multiple hook ups, Herman is left to wonder what exactly his relationship is with his dispatcher.
(Part of a series, but can be read on its own.)
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- Part 2 of Vinyls
Bookmarked by CinnamonGingerSnaps
05 Mar 2026
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When it Rains, I'll invite you upstairs by Purrsly
Fandoms: Dead Plate (RachelDrawsThis Video Game)
04 Dec 2023
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Sometimes Rody forgets his umbrella,
And Vincent will invite him upstairs.
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noelle thinks she doesn't like parties. diya feels the same. min and akarsha prove them wrong.
(AKA the one where the squad goes to a party and they all figure out Important Stuff!!!)
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19 Jun 2026
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"Sit down," Blu says. He's up on his toes reaching for a plastic bin above the stove, and his vest rides up, and there's a strip of blue skin at his waistband, and Rhett stares hard at a grout line between the kitchen tiles. The cut hasn't stopped stinging since the cafeteria. It throbs in time with his heartbeat, low and persistent, a metronome he can't shut off.
"Where."
"My room. Light's better there."