#its just timezone fuckery
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i'm obsessively checking my email in the hope that a fanfic i'm really obsessed with is finally updated and i think i'm slowly going insane
#im scared because like all of that fic so far has been hurt&very little comfort and i kinda doubt that the author is gonna change that up#any time soon#and im even more scared that it might get a main character death tag added#wich as far as i know would make sense in the canon of the story (i never played cod and i dont think ill start now i just read the wiki)#but i desperately need these characters to get something closesly resembeling a happy ending#a not dead ending is already great enough and also probably the best you can get out of this#i read in his own image and sex at frigid temperature multiple times i should be used to my blorbos not getting anything even#close to happiness#idk how to write that#the english exam tomorrow is gonna be fun#at least i now know the plot of mac beth#anyways idk maybe moth (the author whos writing is currently killing me) is from california and they have like the entire day left and#its just timezone fuckery#it probably is that#but i need that new chapter#desperately#stuff#text#fanfic
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wip wednesday :) <3
hello hello :) thank you for the tags @kiwiana-writes and @orchidscript <3 ate your snippets UP!
here's a wee bit of something new i am affectionately calling "queerano de bergerac" aka a Cyrano AU aka henry is paid to write love letters to alex on behalf of a girl and you can only guess what happens next <3 this is so silly and i kind of adore it. I shared the snippet that comes right before this linked here.
“But somehow you know you are in love with him? I’m not judging you,” He absolutely is. “I’m just trying to understand.”
“I guess…I can’t stop looking at his curls in class. They’re so glossy and bouncy. He keeps gatekeeping his curly hair routine and I’m so mad at him for it! And I love to hear what he has to say whenever he raises his hand. He always has great things to add. I think of him when I wake up and when I go to bed and—”
“I’m not sure if all of this constitutes being in love, though.” Henry rubs harder at his temple. The headache is slowly but surely making its way to his left side, and he’s getting irritated.
“No, it’s definitely love. I think about him all the time! It’s definitely more than a crush. I’ve had crushes before and they’ve all stopped because the guys are so dumb. But Alex…Alex is so different.” Amber has a dreamy expression on her face. Henry doesn’t want to discourage her, not when she’s willing to pay him for something he could do in his sleep. So, he continues.
Henry grabs a pen from his backpack, uncapping the lid with his teeth. “Okay. Okay. There’s some stuff we can work with here…how you want to see only him, how you think he’s interesting and popular…that you think he’s smart and cool…we’ll just have to tweak it a little.” He’s crossing out parts of the letter in red and adding in a few words here and there. He can salvage this.
Amber is quiet, which Henry knows is deeply concerning. “Have you ever been in love, Henry?”
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sorry if i missed any posts already due to timezone and dashboard fuckery! but no pressure tagging @ninzied @inexplicablymine @anincompletelist @myheartalivewrites @suseagull04 @priincebutt @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @onward--upward @nocoastposts @user-anakin @wordsofhoneydew @littlemisskittentoes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @matherines @lizzie-bennetdarcy @celeritas2997 @sherryvalli @gayrootvegetable @ssmtskw @affectionatelyrs @tinyarmedtrex @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @14carrotghoul @orchidscript @rmd-writes @dustratcentral @eusuntgratie @magicandarchery @leaves-of-laurelin @songliili @cricketnationrise @msmarvelouswinchester @leojfitz @whimsymanaged and open tag for anyone else wishing to share (pls tag me so i can see and read and eat it up!) have fun :)
xoxo roops
#wip wednesday#roop writes#rwrb fic#firstprince#fic: queerano#rwrb#fics#my post#the half of it#cyrano#cyrano de bergerac#this is my babygirl i love her so much
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I...finished the Kidnapping Fic a few days earlier than I thought I would and started the new fic (Amnesiac Yuuji, which won this poll) just yesterday. Today? Time is soup, and timezones are worse.
Anyway! Amnesia Wednesdays shall now commence! Help me.
I'm still getting a feel for this fic. This week's excerpt is from the prologue, which is the only part that's Yuuji PoV. Have some fluffy kissing to make up for all the Kidnapping Fic fuckery:
Gojou turns around, cocking his head to the side and giving Yuuji a once-over that’s somehow obvious despite the blackout glasses hiding his eyes.
“What’s up with you?” he asks Yuuji. “Tired already? You’re the one who wanted to cook, you know.”
“We’ve been eating out all week,” Yuuji says absently. “Gojou-sensei, I want to…”
The silence that follows Yuuji’s clumsy non-demand feels thick and heavy.
But Gojou smiles, a mild upcurve at the corners of his mouth. It’s a familiar expression, both inviting and indulgent. Yuuji’s been on its receiving end a lot the last few weeks, and now he’s trying to remember if it’s the first time he’s wondered how it would taste on his tongue. Gojou’s mouth almost always looks like it could cut someone, and it does, Yuuji knows, but then there are times like this too, more and more frequent, when it looks like it’d be soft and sweet to the touch.
“What is it, Yuuji?” Gojou asks. “What do you want?”
“Can I kiss you?”
Shock splatters on Gojou’s face, bright and graceless.
And then it’s gone, eaten up by a grin that splits his face.
A part of Yuuji wants to back up; most of him wants to catch that smile with his teeth.
“I don’t know, can you?” Gojou’s voice is a low, deadly murmur. “Come and find out.”
It’s a warning and a challenge, Yuuji can tell, and whatever common sense he’s ever had is screaming, but his feet take him forward, closing the scant few feet between them with sure, steady steps until he’s right in front of Gojou. Yuuji stares up at him, and his body feels like it’s braced for battle.
Gojou’s still grinning, but it’s a little less toothy. Yuuji can see a sliver of blue under his glasses, watching and waiting.
He grabs those broad shoulders with both hands and pushes up on tiptoes to press their lips together.
Warm, fleeting pressure.
Yuuji’s soles meet the ground, harder than they should. His heart’s in his throat, too thick to swallow around. He tries anyway, choking a little.
Gojou’s expression hasn’t changed at all.
He asks, “Is that all you wanted?”
Yuuji can’t tell whether it’s disappointment or mockery or some other unholy thing that’s there in his voice. He wants to crawl under a table or maybe split the ground open so he can drop right into its core, but his fingers refuse to let up their death grip on Gojou’s shoulders and his feet are rooted to the ground and his whole damn body’s soaking up the warmth Gojou’s radiating, and Yuuji finds that all he can do is stand and stare.
“No,” he croaks.
Gojou hums, a considering noise Yuuji’s grown to associate with some atrocious movie or a sparring bout that leaves him heaving on the ground. Fresh adrenaline floods him, and his heart beats even faster, a wet roaring in Yuuji’s ears.
“Was that your first kiss?”
Yuuji shakes his head, the motion too jerky.
“Oh?” A knuckle nudges his chin, tilting it up, and Gojou’s there, bending low to exist prettily in suffocating proximity to Yuuji’s face. “Don’t lie now.”
That unties Yuuji’s tongue. “I’m not. It was just one time. Girl in middle school. We didn’t do much.”
“Huh. Cute.”
“Sensei!”
“Don’t get all offended,” Gojou says, and he’s not laughing, but he’s close to it, and Yuuji shifts abruptly from wanting to drop into the abyss to wanting to dropkick Gojou into it.
He tries to back away, face unpleasantly hot, but then Gojou’s whole hand is there on his jaw, and an arm winds around his waist, and Yuuji’s pulled against a hard, unyielding body and his head is tilted further back. Gojou’s face is even closer, mouth hovering over Yuuji’s.
His breath is hot on Yuuji’s face.
Fuck, Yuuji thinks, panicked and reverent.
“Don’t run off either,” Gojou murmurs, and he’s so damn close that Yuuji can feel the words as he hears them. “Kiss me right first. You’re a quick study, aren’t you? Or have you changed your mind already?”
“No,” Yuuji yelps, snapping his jaw shut the next instant. More quietly, and not at all steadily, he says, “I still want to.”
“Go on then.”
Yuuji’s not sure when his hands shifted from Gojou’s shoulders to his hair, but when he clenches his hands in nervous anticipation, it’s soft, snowy strands that bunch up in his fists, and it’s easier than it has any right to be to pull Gojou down that last burning centimeter, forcing his mouth against Yuuji’s.
It’s still a knife-life curve, and Yuuji doesn’t bleed in any way that hurts, but it feels like Gojou’s cutting him open anyway.
His first kiss was soft and sweet and short. A few tight, thrilling seconds of sensation. He remembers licking his lips afterward, tasting something plastic and fruity and wondering if it’d have tasted any different on her mouth.
Gojou’s the answer. The glossy gleam that never leaves his lips is sticky on Yuuji’s lips and thick on his tongue, with a dull, fruity punch that feels like it should be sweet to the taste but isn’t, and then he sucks one into his mouth, more hungry than curious, and he learns that Gojou’s soft, yielding flesh tastes a hell of a lot better than any product.
The aftertaste lingers.
Apples, Yuuji thinks dazedly.
Gojou breaks the kiss, leaning back when Yuuji tries to chase him and keeping him at bay with the hand still cupping his jaw.
“Easy, tiger,” he murmurs. His lips are wet, but his skin is unflushed and his breathing calm.
Yuuji feels like he’s run a marathon in the summer sun.
“Sensei,” he gasps. There are a thousand things he wants to say, but nothing comes out, except another weak, raspy, “Sensei.”
“Yuuji,” Gojou returns. “Still want more?”
“I—yes, please—”
“Sleep on it.”
Yuuji shuts his mouth, blinking up at Gojou. “What?”
“Sleep on it,” Gojou repeats, “and tell me again in the morning. I’d hate for you to regret me, Yuuji.”
There’s something about the way Gojou says it that makes it sound like a promise.
Yuuji closes his eyes, swallowing thickly. The unsweet flavor of Gojou’s lip balm is gone already, but under that, there’s another taste—sharper and hotter and a lot more damning.
I won’t, Yuuji doesn’t say, but he knows it with the same fervor he felt when he said, I won’t regret the way I lived.
“Okay,” he says, opening his eyes. “Just one night.”
“The impatience of youth,” Gojou says, amused but also so fond, and Yuuji’s burning again, from face to gut, and when he frowns up at Gojou, he’s greeted to a crooked grin that burrows into his chest. “Don’t pout. You’ll survive the night, I promise.”
Yuuji pulls on his hair.
Gojou shuts right up, shuddering hard enough that Yuuji can feel it all over.
He stares at his fists in Gojou’s hair, then at parted lips still wet from their kiss.
Gojou tries to straighten back up; Yuuji doesn’t let go.
Gojou doesn’t make him.
He says, “Yuuji.”
“One more,” Yuuji breathes, tugging a little at Gojou’s hair, and there’s no shudder this time, but Gojou leans back in like he can’t help himself, and even through his glasses, his eyes glow. “Just one more, sensei.”
Gojou groans, right into Yuuji’s mouth.
They burn dinner.
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funniest internet glitch is when im using ma’s card to buy band merch/brian molko-esque tshirts and she panics like who bought a thing yesterday??? and its like no ma, its an usa Webbed Site, it just has the date as yesterday bc time zone fuckery, your card hasn’t been hacked, calm the fuck down!!!!
LMAO that's actually really funny. timezone scams you fr
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gnfs bday is nov 1 and ranboos is nov 2 i think?
they swapped countries so j was rly confused bc they were both posting about it LMFAO its just timezone fuckery
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i havent touched the crown tundra yet and i didnt play sword so this is like 30% vibes-based. may update this after ive played ct
#pokemon#swsh#pokemon sword and shield#the implication i was going for is melony and piers Would say fuck if they didnt have young relatives#also hop could technically say fuck but leon would probably have a stroke so he doesnt#and the red and blue bastards cant swear because its part of their punishment for whatever fuckery they did in the postgame#averys just a fop who thinks hes better than saying the f-word or something#theres too many people here to tag :(#eh this isnt gonna get far anyway im posting this at like 4:30 in my timezone#internal monologue
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I only now just fucking realized its 10pm. what fuckery is time-
-Kinon
timezones are scary it's noon for me
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