#ft. wardo
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TEXTING: WARDO
Louis: Hey, it's Lou. Ivy left her phone at my place, can you let her know? x
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Move. I need to hug your dog before I have a panic attack. Also Happy 2024, or whatever.
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Not a day goes by where I doubt my bisexuality, that’s for sure
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@capfoland: For what it's worth, I don't need to get my lawyers involved when all I'm doing is speaking facts. If @maxhayashi16, @loudenverauthor and @wardowrites wanna bust their asses defending some trailer park trash whore, then so be it.
@capfoland: PS. @ivy.rogers was the one who was bad in bed, let's make no mistake. She cried anytime I spoke fondly of my own father and ran out on my ass after I tried to propose. Pathetic.
@capfoland: PPS. @ripleyluwho Your dad was a hack. Stick to the beauty pageants, sweetheart.
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It was a rare afternoon of sunshine on a November afternoon in New York. Nothing to write home about, necessarily, but still a nice change from all the doom and gloom of rainstorms and threats of snow. With the constant routine of hopping from venue to venue, only ever seeing the inside of tour buses, hotel rooms and arenas, it wasn’t often that Poppy got to see daylight anymore. Lately the only time she got to see the blue sky above was whenever they had to stop off at a service station to top up on coffee and painkillers. So, when she’d woken up that morning to see that the forecast offered up a respectable 16 degrees, a cloudless sky, and no sign of rain, she decided she had to make the most of it.
They were situated in New York for the next few days with back-to-back photoshoots, interviews, and guest appearances lined up, so Poppy had full access to all her favourite outfits (however uninspired Diego found some of them) and wasn’t overly concerned about what the average New Yorker thought about her daily fits. Sure, the occasional paparazzi might be lurking – like that Bradley guy that Diego hated so much – but she didn’t think there was a whole lot pretty or interesting about her to take their interest. Sure, she was a significant part of the band, but past her affiliation with the others, Poppy knew there wasn’t much appeal to her and that a photo of her likely wouldn’t go for much.
Sporting her favourite yellow cropped sweater, and a pair of shorts that had Isabelle from Animal Crossing embroidered onto one pocket, and Celeste onto the other, she’d found a nice spot in the park to settle herself down on the grass with a book. Enjoying the feel of the sun on her face, however light the temperatures, she’d become engrossed in the story unfolding before her eyes. A nice man in a cute little store named A Novel Idea had recommended her the Percy Jackson series, insisting that she just had to read them before the upcoming TV series, and he’d been so right! She was loving it so far and had already firmly decided that her favourite character was Annabeth, internally noting that she must order herself a cute “Camp Halfblood” t-shirt to take out on tour with her.
Just as things were getting juicy – LUKE was the one to steal the lightning bolt?! Poppy was devastated – a shadow fell over Poppy, the pages of her book turning a dark shade as something blotted the words into darkness.
“Aw, jeepers, who the heck planted a tree in my reading spot?” she groaned quietly to herself, curious as to what could’ve caused her sunny day out to take such a sudden turn in the wrong direction.
Setting her book down, Poppy pressed her palms down into the grass and pushed herself up into a seated position, lifting her gaze to see what had disrupted her reading time. Her heart dropped as she realised that standing just a couple feet away from her was a very tall man – not a tree at all. Embarrassment inflamed her cheeks as she wondered if the man had heard her liken him to a tree, guilt washing over her for making such a tactless, ignorant remark. She wondered, quietly, if the man’s height might have saved her from her own blunder – surely his ears were much too far away from the ground for him to have heard her at all?
Just when she thought that perhaps she’d gotten away scot free, the man turned to face her, his eyebrow arched in what she could only assume was fury.
“I’m sorry! I’m really, really sorry I compared you to a tree,” Poppy startled, jumping to her feet so abruptly, her hands flying out in front of her in a half protective, half apologetic stance. “You’re obviously not a tree, but actually a really handsome, lovely man who I’m sure is very lovely and polite and not deserving of my stupid, insensitive comment.”
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@maverickrojas: Hey there, y'all. First of all, Ivy's a good kid. She's an absolute gem and I won't hear another word against her. What I've seen tonight is despicable.
@maverickrojas: Second of all, @capfoland, you really are a dunce. And don't you ever. EVER. speak to @wardowrites that way again, so help me God.
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hií 💗 for the ask game, what's your favourite fanfic of all time?
oh god i read in so many fandoms this feels like an impossible question dhjfjfdg i'm gonna cheat. is that okay? can i cheat? there's no way you're getting just one. sorry not sorry djbkndkjgbd
i guess if i'm answering 100% honestly, it would prob. be not easily conquered which, for those who don't know is a stucky fic and one of the most beautiful pieces of writing i've ever read. some of the quotes from this fic are seared into my brain and i fear will never leave me.
in the 1d fandom tbh it's still tif. i think to me tif is a perfect romcom. i've never read a better one. it's funny, its heartwarming, it's genuine, the miscommunication is handled very well and that quote that describes trying to explain something traumatic that happened to you young as 'like a fish trying to explain what water is' stayed with me for over a decade. it's exactly that. that's exactly what it feels like... i love this fic sm. it's just as good as everyone says and i think its criminal that some newer fandom peeps haven't read it. i can only aspire to be that kind of writer.
i recently went on a spuffy binge read ad discovered summerfrost's works and i have been in absolute awe of their characterization ever since. their writing knocked me the fuck out. nothing safe is worth the drive (follow you home) is prob. my fav but everything i've read from them has been a masterclass in character study.
the poet dean fic is another work that i think is a game changer. if you're remotely interested in deancas/spn this fic is stunning and it features original poetry by the writer that is just.... gorgeous. it makes me want to write poetry and god knows i am not good at that rip.
cinderwings is another spn fic that's ..... incredible. it's such a creative au that perfectly mixes elements from canon and from fairy tales to create something totally new that feels fresh and different. not to mention i've never read a character pov of a quote unquote creature that actually felt like i wasnt reading a human character. it's done so well.
four letter word for intercourse . its the best smut heavy fic i've ever it. its deancas. end of.
i recently started reading good omens fics and Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach ??? w o w. just.... w ow. if you've read the book/watched the show and loved crowley just a little bit... read this. it's an outsider pov and it is so compelling, it's almost impossible to put down. which is a pretty herculean feat imo considering it's all through the eyes of a stranger. its basically crowley in therapy through the eyes of his therapist. incredible.
back in the old days i read a lot of merlin fics and the student prince still has SUCH a special place in my heart as a comfort fav... it's so funny and heartwarming. the perfect magical uni au. it also has an amazing podfic read by the author.
wastelands is probably my favourite star wars fic i've ever read. it's only 9k and ft just before the sequel trilogy leia crash landing on some abandoned world and getting help from a force ghost to repair her ship only to realise it's anakin. it's just.... a beautiful beautiful character study and a look into their relationship and it ties in with some kylo stuff.
you could dress this wound is a tsn fic where mark starts seeing pain as light on people and develops some empathy/starts seeing the world (and his relationship to eduardo) differently as a result.
best practices in workplace relationships is nothing special. except its heartfelt and funny and i've read it countless times over the past ten years. so many times. it's the assistant wardo fic. it's fun. i love her.
also anything that @helloamhere writes but ESP the anakin/padme/obi fic she wrote partly because of me.
i think thats it... like... off the top of my head today right now.
oh and i guess.... if it's not arrogant to say it ? maybe tts ? just... i'm very very proud of it and it's very special to me. i dont think its better than any fic ive listed here but it is one of my all time favs because it was a big labour of love from me.
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the social network cracks I:I ft. tyler/mark, mardo, dustin, cameron, sean
a.k.a. tsn x mean girls david fincher gonna kill me
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00:37:21 the winklevii/dyvia (ft. t/m, mardo)
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01:25:11 mark/dustin
01:41:01 mark solo
01:44:11 tyler/mark
01:53:04 sean/mark
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TEXTING: WARDO
Ivy: LOUIS AND MAX HAVE NEVER FUCKED BTW
Ivy: ANSWERS AT LAST. JSYK.
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A sea of faceless people clapped Louis on the back, congratulated him, pressed their hands into his and gave it a firm shake as he made his way out of the building. He tried his best to plant a smile on his face, to exude grace and appear grateful. Things had gone well, Ivy-related disasters aside. Louis hadn't anticipated how god-fucking-awful it would be to stand in front of a camera and plaster on a fake smile for someone who hated your guts. Louis doubted there was a single good picture in the bunch, but that was really the least of his problems. All he wanted to do was go home, drink beer in front of the television and fall asleep there, ruminating in everything that had happened today.
He scanned the crowd for his single saving grace, who appeared to him in the form of a five-foot something brunette in a tight dress and chunky boots, holding a phone that seemed permenantly fused to her hand. Ava was the person who got Louis from point A to point B most days, told Louis his writing was actually worth something when he doubted everything. He didn't know what he'd do without her. When she saw Louis approach her face broke into the widest smile he had ever seen, throwing her arms around his neck.
"That was amazing! Oh my fucking God, Lou." she squealed, disentangling himself from Louis' wiry frame. She put a hand either side of his face, cupping his cheeks as pride beamed from her face. It wasn't until she saw the look on Louis' own that her brows furrowed together, fierce, protective concern washing over her features.
"What happened, hotshot?" she lowered her voice, her body providing a protective shield between Louis and the rest of the crowd. God, he loved her for that.
"I uh," Louis' voice shook, gnawing on his bottom lip. "The photographer, she's my ex's... my ex's best friend."
Ava's eyebrows shot up so high, they almost disappeared into her hairline.
"The ex?"
Louis nodded, not trusting himself to speak any further. For once, he was at a loss for words. He always knew how to conduct himself on paper, but the surprise meeting with Ivy had left him wrung out, vulnerable.
"Listen, Ava, can you find me a cigarette?" he asked, trying to ignore the way her rouged lips pressed into a thin line, the unspoken disapproval there.
"You don't smoke anymore."
Technically true, but Louis thought there should be a fucking clause in there for something like this. The 'your first love's best friend is the photographer at the launch of your career as an author' clause. Perhaps less clunkily worded. He fixed Ava with a stare, his dark brown eyes softening on her. With a haughty sigh, she reached into her bag of tricks and pulled out a pack, pressing it into Louis' palm.
"I love you." he insisted, pressing a hasty kiss to the corner of her mouth. He thought he heard her shout something along the lines of, 'just one, Lou!' before he was disappearing out the front door, into the crisp, New York air.
Pressing his back firm against the wall, Louis forced himself to take a deep breath, cold air filling his lungs as he counted, one, two, inhale, exhale. Visualised a fucking sand timer or whatever shit Emilia had him doing. He hated that it actually worked.
Soothed in the knowledge he wasn't about to have a panic attack on the clock, Louis uncurled his fingers from around the packet of cigarettes Ava had handed over. He plucked one from the pack, fingers scrabbling around for the lighter that was sure to be tucked inside. Alas, no fucking dice.
"Goddamn it." Louis hissed, his breath clouding the air. Glancing around, Louis decided to put to the test just how friendly New Yorkers were. Forcing a smile he didn't feel, Louis' boots flattened the perfectly mowed grass as he crossed the small courtyard in front of the overly impressive building, approaching a figure with his back turned to him.
"Excuse me, darlin'. Do you have a light?"
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“Mother fucker,” Ivy muttered to herself, the rough denim of her jeans dragging along her skin as she rifled through her pocket. It was an endless fucking struggle for women everywhere that their jeans had the shittiest, most useless pockets – when they had them at all – and Ivy wasn’t in the mood to fuck around. She wasn’t about to go out and start buying Men’s Jeans for the biggest pocket space when her skinny jeans fit her shape so well. She had a great ass and she needed the world to know it, even if it meant wedging her keys into those tiny, useless pockets when she couldn’t be bothered bringing a bag with her.
Finally, she pulled the piece of metal free, and held it up in triumph. Admittedly, it wasn’t actually her key, but was a key to Wardo’s apartment. A key she’d had made about four years ago, without his permission, and used to let herself into her best friend’s home whenever took her fancy. He knew by now, obviously, but she didn’t really feel the need to announce her arrival, or tell him when she was stopping by, since she couldn’t really imagine why Wardo wouldn’t want her around all day every day.
“Hey shithead, you home?” Ivy called out as she shoved the door open, having finally gotten the key to cooperate with the crummy lock on Wardo’s front door.
Glancing around the empty space, she could only assume he wasn’t around. In fact, neither was Capote, so she figured maybe he was out walking the pup. That suited Ivy just fine, allowing her some time to snoop. As much as she loved torturing Wardo, and as playful and taunting as their friendship was, she was also ridiculously grateful for her best friend. He was the best part of her life, with no competition in sight, and he’d been her absolute rock for the majority of her life now. She couldn’t imagine much of a life without him, really. So, with Christmas approaching fast, she wanted to find a gift that accurately expressed just how much she loved the moron without telling him that... with her words.
So, there she stood, rummaging through his drawers, riffling through his bookshelves, desperately trying to determine who the hell Herbert Huncke was and whether she could find something relating to him to buy Wardo for Christmas, when her hands landed on something she had not expected to find.
Just then, she heard the telltale scratch of a key in a lock behind her and spun on the spot, grip tight around the object, as her best friend stepped over the threshold and into his apartment, Capote at his feet.
“Uh, hey bestie,” she greeted him, an awkward grimace on her face at having been caught. Not only caught but caught with her hands on what seemed to be a very personal item of Wardo’s. In what could only be described as panic induced mania, Ivy launched the object through the air, without warning, hitting Wardo square in the face with it. “So, uh, was that your dildo, or are dog toys getting a whole lot more creative?”
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↳INSTAGRAM: @ivy.rogers uploaded a photo:
wardo²
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@christopherstreetdotmp3: lowkey feeling secondhand embarrassment rn
@christopherstreetdotmp3: like boy @loudenverauthor is NOT into you take a hint ??????
@louwardo2023: @christopherstreetdotmp3 have you ever considered eating glass
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@wardoswifts: URL CHANGE BC WARDO MARTINELLI SWIFTIE CONFIRMATION
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↳INSTAGRAM: @ivy.rogers uploaded a photo:
quality time with @wardowrites lmao
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