I'm writing this in one emotional night because I can't believe I hit 100k reads!
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"If you were stuck on a desert island, and you could only bring one book, what book would you bring?"

"Why do I bring a book? Am I like going to this island voluntarily? Who's bringing me there? Why am I going? Why don't I bring like a house or something?"

"Micheal it's not supposed to be taken so literally. Just pick a book dumbass" Jeremy says as he spins a pair of scissors around his finger.

Micheal furrows his brows, which looks very funny since he's upside down, swinging off his bed.
"Harry Potter and The Cursed Child"

Jeremy's face rumples with disgust.
"Cursed child? Really?"

"Okay, one: shut the fuck up its a great book. Two: its a script, right? So I could like preform it. Learn off monologues. Keep me busy while I'm stuck on the desert island"

Jeremy rolls his eyes. He can't think of a single reason why anyone would want to be in a hundred yards of that book. Behind him on the desk, Micheals Darth Vadar alarm clock flashes 3:47 am. Damn. The nights still young.

"Okay your turn" Jeremy says to his boyfriend.

Micheals eyes trace the room, like he's in some sort of trance.
"Uhh.......if you had 100,000 dollars, what would you do with it?"

"100,000 . . . daaaaamn"

"100,000? Dollars holler!" Micheal joins in.

"100,000. Yo somebody won!" Jeremy sings in glee.

"Okay okay stop distracting me with songs okay" Micheal tumbles gracefully off the bed. After recovering from his head rush, he asks again, "100,000. What do you do with it?"

Jeremy thinks for a moment.
"I mean, there's not a lot you can do with 100,000. I'd say that I'd invest it, but I know Jack shit about that whole investing business. Probably save it for college or something"

"Psshhhh laaaaaame"

Jeremy hurls Micheals toy tiger at his head, smacking his boyfriend in the face.
"What would you do with the money then, Mr Genius?"

"Well, since you asked," Micheal props himself up.

"I would invest about 75,000 of those dollars into some small business that's on the brink of getting big so I'm hitting the sweet spot, ya know? 15,000 will go to a charity of my choice and the rest can go to my moms cause they're awesome"
Micheal shakes his sex hair head, getting himself back on track.
"Without getting into the nitty-gritty details, the revenue and compensation from the profits, I'll have double that money in a year"

Jeremy's wide, sleep deprived eyes bore into Micheals soul.
"What does any of that even m e a n"

Micheal shrugs, standing up. He stretches, revealing a little bit of belly. Jeremy grins at it because he's constantly horny for a cuddle.
"I made up all those business words to impress you. But im still a kid dude, I don't need 100,000 of anything"

"You could use 100,000 condoms" Jeremy says without missing a beat.

Micheal raises an eyebrow.
"Dude how much sex do you think we have?"

Jeremy gets to his feet, shrugging over-dramatically.
"We have soooooo much sex dude it's a part of my life"

Micheal chuckles at his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around his waist.
"If you could have 100,000 if anything" he asks softly. "What would you have?"

Jeremy looks directly up to the ceiling. The ceiling isn't particularly interesting, since the room is basically pitch black, Jeremy can't really see the ceiling. But, he looks at it anyways.

"I want"
Jeremy pouts his lips.
"I want to be a modern dancer"

Micheal chuckles in confusion. 
"What a super weird thing to say that cane out of nowhere"

Jeremy snaps his fingers, looking back to Micheal.
"No. I got it. I want 100,000 stars"

Micheal blinks.
"Fuckin' pardon?"

"You know those things that twinkle twinkle in the sky?"

"I know what a star is, baby"

"I want 100,000 of those. Because, okay- the sun is a star, right? So each star comes with its own solar system around it. Imagine having 100,000 solar systems. That's insane"

"But why not just wish for 100,000 solar systems?" Micheal asks, as Jeremy wraps his arms around Micheals neck.

"Because when you look at the sky, you don't see solar systems. You see the hearts of the solar systems. The stars. The things that everything revolves around. Being able to look up and see thousands of those stars- your stars, and being able to know that they're yours no matter where in this galaxy you are . . . . Just sounds nice"

Micheal kisses his forehead with a smile.
"Wow. You are poetic"

"I'm also really fucking stoned" Jeremy admits.

"Heh yeah"

Micheal decides its time for the boyfs to turn in for the night. They wrap themselves in each other's arms, Jeremy quickly falling asleep since he's a sleep deprivation lightweight. Micheal doesn't sleep. He just looks up through his skylight at the 100,000 stars that belong to Jeremy. He smiles to himself, deeply loving every single one.

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11 months. 74 published one shots. Over 30 drafts. 8 thousand comments. Enough inside jokes and references to crash tumblr.
I can't believe it.

I'm writing this in a very emotional state so I won't be able to word this very well, but I can't express how much this means to me. I know it's just a number, but the fact that that number is so big means that people are liking what I'm making. That maybe I've brought some people together or made peoples days a little better.
I honestly can't write another sentence without having a breakdown I'm so happy.

I love you all so much oh my god

Stay safe and stay happy :)

- a very emotional Avery