#this was so fucking fun to write oh my god. JEEZ
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Hi Ryuvii! Just wondering if i can request for Kid x timid s/o? For example reader would wake Kid up in the middle of the night just to ask him to accompany them to the bathroom etc 😭 Thank you in advance!
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM GONNA KISS YOU TO BED TONIGHT!!!!
(editor Ryuvii here…checking the fic for mistakes after writing it…I’m so very sorry for this….😨 don’t think badly of me I was just excited cuz I love the confident x timid troupe)
HERE WE GO PEOPLE!!!
Eustass Kid x Timid Reader!!
(the reader is gonna be gender neutral because the person who requested this didn’t specify the gender, please do from now on, if you want fem or gn. But if you ask for a masc reader that would be extremely difficult for my ass cuz despite the fact that I read a lot of mlm I CANT write mlm fics…)
Normal AU.
How did you even end up with such a man? Nobody knows…you, Y/N are a significantly timid person, always stumbling over your words, speaking in a quiet tone almost 99% of the time, a scaredy-cat but how Kid calls you…a pussy…some people would call you Fluttershy…but worse. Jeez you can’t order or buy stuff by yourself. Yet you’re dating one of the most confident, loud and violent man to ever walk the planet.
One night you were sleeping next to your lover, snuggled up in his arm(s?) the soft blanket covering the both of you, when you suddenly awakened, you had to go to the bathroom, no problem! Just shuffle out of Kid’s arms and go to the bathroom that was connected to your shared room…problem…the plumbing system to this bathroom got damaged during one of your last encounters with marines so you had to use…the common bathroom…which was in the women’s and men’s common area..which meant you had to go down a long dark hallway….exit onto the dark deck and make your way there alone. in the dark.
They slowly sat up and looked down at Kid sleeping peacefully next to them with his hair slightly covering his (FUCKING MASSIVE) forehead and eyes. They raised their eyes towards the door to the hallway and a chill ran down their spine…”I-I’ll j-just hold it till morning…y-yeah…I’ll be fine…” They thought to themselves and laid back down…
5 minutes later…
“I-I can do this…N-nothing’s gonna happen…I-I’m safe…” They thought to themselves again as they stared at the dark long hallway leading into eternal darkness..they took a deep breath…and took a step out of the room… CREEK and they ran back to bed next to Kid…a floor board creaked…Kid surprisingly remained asleep during all this…
They looked down at Kid again…and thought if they should wake him or not.. “He’ll laugh at me, he’ll get mad at me!! He’ll make fun of me forever…” Their minds were flooding with though but they pushed them aside…and slowly shook Kid’s shoulder… “Kid..? Wake up…p-please…?” They spoke in their usual quiet and shushed voice..but that was enough for Kid to wake up…he opened one eye half way and looked up at them. “The fucks’ goin’ on? What ye’ want?” He said in a raspy deep voice as he groggily sat up and yawned. He stared at them for a few seconds before speaking a tad bit louder. “Now ye’ woke me up! Spit it out!” He said with a irritated look on his face. Y/N slightly blushed and lowered their gaze a bit..they looked down at their lap. “c-c-can y-you…c-can you…a-accompany m-me to…t-the-the bathroom…?” They said quietly…Kid sighed then raised his voice a bit more “Oh come on! I ain’t gon’ hear ya’ if your goin’ to squeak like a mouse!!” He grabbed their chin with his flesh hand and raised it up a bit so they can look at him while they speak. “………..C-Can you a-accompany m-me to the-the…b-bathroom…?”
Silence~
He pulled his hand away from their chin and rubbed his eyes. “God fucking damnit…fine get your ass up.” he pulled the blanket off his lap and got up followed by Y/N…they grabbed onto his arm and walked right by him as they went down the hallway and walked out onto the deck and entered the quarters for the rest of the crew…they made it to the bathroom… “Want me to hold ya’ hand while your pissin’ too?” he stared down at them blankly “N-No! I-I’ll be fine…t-thank you…” They went inside the bathroom and closed the door…Kid sat on the floor against the wall by the door and waited…while waiting a cabin boy walked out of the men’s sleeping quarters and stared at Kid confused… “Captain what are you do——?“ The boy tried to talk before being cut off by Kid. “Shut the fuck up and get back in that room.” He barked at the boy “Bu——“ “GET.” Kid cut off the boy again and that was enough to make the cabin boy rush back into the room.
a few minutes later Y/N walked out of the room and Kid got up. “Let’s fuckin’ go. Make sure the floor boards don’t eat ya’..” he teased…after they made it back to the cabin he collapsed onto the bed…they got in next to him and got comfortable under the covers. “I gotta fix those fuckin’ pipes.”
Hello! Editor Ryuvii here. Sorry if it’s full of mistakes and short I’m writing this at 11 pm at night after I’ve had the worst math exam ever that I’m 99% sure I 100% failed. Thank you all for the likes on my last post! And my requests are always open tho updates may come slow. Yesterday and today I’ve had some extremely hard exams so I’m sorry. Thank you all for the support and I hope you enjoy this little shit my collapsed brain could come up with…
#eustass kid#eustass x reader#eustasscaptainkid#one piece#one piece eustass#one piece x y/n#one piece x you#confident#op x y/n#timidity
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Hi!
I tried to make some interection with the character of mortal kombat.
There's gonna be a parte two! 😌It's my First time writing so in kinda nervous but i've got my best 💕. Also english Isn't my First lenguage so, i hope that i didn't make too much mistake😅
Jade
Jade: are you new in the outwold?
Y/n : well, not so new y'a know.
Jade: and why i didn't see you before?
Y/n: i don't like people much..
Y/n: ready for lose Jade?
Jade: i don't think i will lose y/n.
Y/n: then don't think at all, lady.
Y/n: you must be the kotal's woman..
Jade: and who are you stranger?
Y/n: only the one who's gonna beat you.
Erron Black
Erron: well, hello gorgeous
Y/n: flirting, won't make me beat less your ass, black.
Erron: quite temper uh y/n?
Y/n : Here for my head, hunter?
Erron: Well beautiful, you worth a lot of money.
Y/n: then sorry for leaving you penniless..
Erron: why in the outworld lady?
Y/n : you know..only for fun..
Erron: i can give all the fun you want.
Y/n : wanna give me a ride cowboy?
Kabal
Y/n: are you really that fast?
Kabal: It will take no time to beat you.
Y/n: *laugh* not too fast for me.
Kabal: you seem to know erron..
Y/n: oh yeah i do, i know a lot of people.
Kabal: but you don't know me.
Kabal: you won't know that you'll die.
Y/n: for the elder gods! shut the fuck up flash of the poor..
Kabal: flash of what?
Y/n: you know it's not important now
Kung Lao
Kung Lao: ready for lose Y/n?
Y/n: beat your ass Is gonna be fun, lao!
Kung Lao: we'll see.
Y/n m: Kung Lao..the Forever second.
Kung Lao: when i will win i'm gonna prove It that you're wrong.
Y/n: go on Shaolin.
Kung Lao: are you sure you wanna fight?
Y/n: You're silly hat won't save you from me.
Kung Lao: this hat is gonna kill you!
Sub-Zero (kuai liang)
Y/nn: maybe i should have take a coat for this fight.
Sub zero: my cold Is more powerful than you know.
Y/n: than i should bring the hat too!
Y/n: everyone of your clan have that power?
Sub zero: Lin quei it's none of your business
Y/n: wow you are even colder in the inside!
Sub zero: you will catch cold like that lady y/n.
Y/n: i don't mind a Little refreshing Grandmaster.
Sub zero: it's way more than a Little refreshing.
Scorpion
Scorpion: Rage won’t get you anywhere.
Y/n: silly that this words come from you mouth, scorpion.
Scorpion: don't you dare bring that!
Y/n: Master hasashi..
Scorpion: Shiray Ryu don' t believe in different treatment.
Y/n: even for me?
Scorpion: out of my way!
Y/n: jeez! soothe your hot spirits man.
Scorpion: i will burn yours.
Y/n: good! i love warm *smirk*
Cetrion
Cetrion: you should bow to me.
Y/n: i don't think i will "godness".
Cetrion: i will teach you a lesson mortal!
Y/n: how boring Is your life!
Cetrion: i am a creator, a superior things.
Y/n: you're only a superior shit girl.
Cetrion: if you stay with me i'll make you glorious.
Y/n: that's honore me godness, but i think i will refuse.
Cetrion: that's a shame, you are wasted with the mortals.
#mortal kombat#mk fandom#mk11#mortal kombat x reader#scorpion x reader#sub zero#erron black x reader#kung lao#jade x reader
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Yknow I feel like I should have a main post where I share my Milgram opinions/verdicts (thought of this bc i was writing my sister's opinion on the milgram characters). So I'll go character by character.
Will anyone read this? I don't know but its here
Haruka: I relate to him a bit (shitty mother, intrusive homicidal thoughts, neurodivergence). I def feel bad for him but hes still really guilty in my mind. I just think the whole killing for attention thing is a really dangerous mindset you can't just get out of, especially if you're being told you're not in the wrong. And it definitely seems like he doesn't actually feel bad for the girl he killed, just feels bad because people are mad at him for it. Idk. But I enjoy his dynamic with Muu a lot, even tho its toxic i just think its really interesting. But I wish him the best and he deserves a hug. His songs are mid tho (/hj i like them)
Yuno: I love her personality and I think shes so fun, but I honestly don't think about her a lot compared to the others. But I love her and specifically enjoy her dynamics with (obv mostly in fan content) Kazui, Mahiru and Fuuta. Her and Fuuta are such a good platonic ship (romantic is fun too). Innocent vote, obv. I like her songs, but Tear Drop moreso than Umbilical.
Fuuta: Oh my god I wonder what I think of him. In all seriousness he's a major hyperfixation of mine at like every given moment. I adore him and i think he deserves better and to be innocent. Like he feels so guilty for what he did and he didn't know any better, everyone around him was encouraging his behavior and praising him for it. But then it got too far and all his friends abandoned him and blamed him like. Poor fuuta :( and he's like 100% right when he says him and es are exactly the same. On another note, major fan of 0309 (romantically, but either way works), and also love his dynamic with Haruka, Yuno, Mahiru, Amane and Es. His songs are both in my top three (backdraft being #1)
Muu: Tied for my fav character(? Fuuta might beat her idk) I love her personality and vibe and everything just ❤️❤️ queen shit. And her queen bee design is gorgeous. Typically my favs are men but shes one of the first women ive hyperfixated on this much. Again, love her dynamic with Haruka, not from a like. healthy relationships could make the characters better standpoint, but from a story perspective its interesting. But yeah guilty. As for her songs, INMF is my #2 and i like After Pain
Shidou: Honestly I used to be kinda indifferent about him and just found him to be boring but then I rewatched his voice dramas and read some fics and I like him more now. I feel really bad for him bc he went through a really shitty situation which he felt he had the power to change and was stuck in a shitty moral dilemma bc of it. And in the end he did shitty things to save those he loved and it didn't even matter. He feels so guilty and doesn't deserve it. Innocent <3. Also romantic 0507 ftw (0506 is cool too). Him and Amane are silly too. As for his songs i like them, but they're not my fav
Mahiru: i like her, but im not too like. invested in her ig. But i feel bad for her :( she just wants to feel love and like. clearly she did something wrong but she didn't know she was. She never intended to hurt anyone. So innocent. Unless we find out she like. did something really fucking bad then maybe guilty. But in I Love You it implies it was a mutual toxicity so it probably wasn't something super terrible? But anyway. I love her with like all the characters cuz shes just so fun to see interact w others, but specifically with Yuno, Fuuta, Shidou, Amane and Mikoto.
Kazui: Hes so fun i love him. Like all he wants is to be honest and be himself but he feels pressured to lie and then finally he tells the truth and his wife fucking kills herself like- jeez- poor guy. Like following the gay theory, i get why she mightve done it (imagine being told the romance you built your entire life around for like 20 years was all a lie, and that your husband never actually loved you and just pretended to and every time you kissed or something he was just pretending like. that sucks poor hinako) but its so awful that he had to go thru that. But anyway innocent, kazui come out we accept you. And stan 0507. Song wise cat is easily #4 but. half is ok ig
Amane: Yknow i love amane but I also hate her and i think part of that might be the fandom? idk. I feel sorry for her bc she grew up in such a shitty situation but also i think shes beyond the point where we can uninstill those ideologies. Like shes 12, not 5. And amane says it herself that she has as much of a free will as everyone else and that her decision to kill/stay in this environment should be valued. Not that i think she should remain in this abusive situation, but she's not just some innocent kid whose being manipulated, she knows what she's doing. Hence, guilty. I don't think either vote will change her or anything so im voting with my honest opinion. As for dynamics, i love seeing her interact with all the other prisoners, but especially Shidou and Fuuta.
Mikoto: I love mikoto a lot but im so on the fence about his verdict. Ive been voting him innocent but theres still a part of me thats like. debating it. Bc he shouldn't have to be punished for John's actions, and it sucks that that's the situation hes in, but its that or more murders are left to occur. The main reason i say innocent is under the idea that John could go dormant or just stop fronting as much if we reduce mikoto's stress (like he says will happen i think). But hes so complex and fun i love mikoto. Specifically i love romantic 0309 but also his dynamic w the smoking group and mahiru. Also i love his songs.
Kotoko: I love her but also fuck her for hurting fuuta (and mahiru too but mainly fuuta). She annoys me bc she was so quick to almost murder several people based on a preliminary verdict that was made using little information. Like she knew this wasn't a concrete verdict, but attacked them anyway. I get her ideology of "kill people who evade justice to protect the weak" but only when they've actually done bad things (ie. the guy kidnapping the little girl). But when she doesn't know what they did and knows the person accusing them doesn't either???? Like bruh. But i like her character shes fun. I like seeing how she interacts with es and everyone she attacked. And songs, harrow is okay and i really like deep cover.
Whew im done.
#this has been in my drafts for a hot bit so im posting it#milgram#haruka sakurai#yuno kashiki#fuuta kajiyama#muu kusunoki#shidou kirisaki#mahiru shiina#kazui mukuhara#amane momose#mikoto kayano#kotoko yuzuriha
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Girls Night
In honor of @theforgottenages for being a genius for ideas and broke me out of writing block this ones for you bbg
wedensays are the best days of the week
why?
because you and paul have a girls night once every two weeks
you get to give makeovers
tell him who you're crushing on
go shopping
doing skincare while watching soap operas
if this were a holiday, it would be your favorite
The night started and you guys were getting ready
rings, earrings
and the best part was makeup
go crazy w that shit
the plan was to go out for a while and then stay up all day gossiping
"What are you guys doing????"
Dwayne was just standing there
with the most confused look on his face
"....you don't like Paul's smokey eyeshadow?"
you knew that wasn't what he was talking about
you just wanted to fuck with him
"We're having a girls night, Dwayne"
dammit Paul
cant we have fun on this day?
anyways
Dwayne looked...weird?
you couldn't read his face well
good thing Paulie can >:)
"Dwayne...are you jealous?"
turns out he never had a girls night out
SO HERES YOUR CHANCE
"y/n I don't think this is necessary"
"shut up Dwayne your eyeliner looks gorgeous now stop moving"
he insists he doesn't look good in pink
but he does
and out you guys go
you stop by bars
shops
so many goddamn rides
food trucks
food people even
after a while
and after Paul got WAY too drunk
it was time for the second part of girls night
trying out the clothes you guys bought eachother
bags and bags of clothing to try on
im talking crop tops
jeans
mini skirts
sweaters
and so many platform shoes oh my god
rip to Max's credit card I guess
"Paul I cannot wear this in public"
you weren't sure that a t-shirt with "I <3 men's tits" was business casual
"C'monnn y/n its part of the fashionnn"
jeez this guy is out of wack
but now its time to calm down and gossip with facemasks
after talking for A WHILE about famous actor gossip
"hey y/n? I really like girls night"
i just had the worst fucking day of my life so I might be a little dry today and it might have affected my writing I'm sorry
#Walmart fics#the lost boys#tlb#tlb 1987#paul the lost boys#dwayne the lost boys#y/n imagines#y/n the lost boys#tlb headcanons#tlb fanfic#tlb paul#tlb dwayne
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I’ll Spot You Bro!
AN: Still catching up, but idk how fast I’ll be. This fic was soooo much fun, I’ve been itching to write a top gun maverick fic for a while & finally got some inspiration for a prompt I got a while back. I just think they’re silly your honor. Anyway, enjoy day 19!
"God, how long has he been at it?"
"At least five minutes."
"Jeez, and he's still going that strong?"
"Yup," Hangman drawled, popping the p.
"He knows a break won't kill him, right?" Phoenix asked, a smirk tugging at her lips.
Hangman snorted, "Try telling him that."
Just a then, Rooster let go of the pull-up bar, dropping to the floor.
"Oh good, he's done. You can finally-" Apparently he just had to readjust his grip. Phoenix sighed. "Or not. Sorry, guess you'll have to wait forever," she teased.
Hangman glared at him, arms crossed over his chest. "It's not even fun doing it that long," he stated, "Honestly I'm starting to question if he's even human." Phoenix rolled her eyes.
"You're ridiculous. Come on, follow my lead," she said as she stood and made her way over to Rooster, Jake at her side.
"Sup Rooster." She got a nod, and a quick huff of breath as a greeting. "You been at it for a while. Why not let Hangman have his turn?"
"Yeah, sharing's caring," he said smugly. Even while working out, Rooster rolled his eyes.
"Almost," he pulled himself up, "Done," another one.
"How long is almost?" Jake asked, cocking a brow.
"Two... or three... more minutes," he said through grit teeth. Hangman let out a long, "impressed" whistle.
"Damn, you goin' for the world record or somethin'?" he teased, causing Rooster to shoot him an annoyed glare. He said nothing and continued with his pull-ups.
"See, now that's what I'm talkin' about. Complete laser focus," Natasha emphasized her point by talking with her hands. "Bet nothing could throw him off."
Rooster didn't know what they were getting at, but they were starting to annoy him. He just needed to focus and keep going until the timer went off. He must've gone a little heavy with the weights beforehand because it felt like he'd been doing this forever. Still, he persisted.
Until he felt hands wrap around his waist and squeeze.
He twisted and kicked his legs out, barking out a laugh. "Hehey! Knock it off!" he playfully scolded. Hangman caught on to her plan and tweaked his lower ribs. Rooster yelped and pulled himself up on the bar, but it wasn't high enough to get out of reach.
"Nah dude, I'm spotting you! Don't want you to fall and twist an ankle or something," he said as an excuse to hold him in place and wiggle his fingers over his sides.
"Yeah, if anything, we're helping you train!" Phoenix agreed, reaching up to skitter her nails in his armpits. He shrieked and slammed his arms to his sides, pulling himself up in the process.
“Leheheave mehehe ahalone!” he insisted through giggles. He weakly kicked at them and Phoenix was able to grab his ankles in a headlock. His boots were too much work at the moment, so she instead targeted the backs of his knees. He threw his head back with a snort and tugged on his legs to no avail.
“But we’re helping!” Hangman argued playfully, walking his fingers up his ribs. Rooster knew where he was going, his laughter ramping up the higher he went.
“Nononohohoho you ahahass!” he cried out just as Hangman found his top ribs, drilling in right where they meet his underarm. Rooster quite literally screamed in laughter, and he gave up on his workout. He let go of the bar in favor of protecting his sensitive skin, and at this point he didn’t care if he fell to the ground. He hoped he’d take them down with him.
Of course, Jake caught him.
They didn’t bother stopping just because he let go. That may have been their excuse to start all of this, but they were having too much fun to stop. But even in his laughter driven stupor, Rooster couldn’t help but notice one thing.
His timer should’ve absolutely gone off by now, so what the fuck gives?
“W-wahahait! Guys, my tihihimer!” he managed to say between shrieks and giggles.
“I don’t hear it going off,” Phoenix teased, squeezing his knees and driving him completely mad.
“Thahahat’s thehe problehehem!” he cried out, and now both Phoenix and Hangman were confused. What the hell did he mean?
Jake found his phone laying by the doorframe and picked it up, checking the screen with a growing smirk. He couldn’t fight back the chuckle growing inside his chest.
“You uh, you sure you set that timer?” he asked, a taunting sort of edge to his voice. Rooster narrowed his eyes and snatched it from his hands, unlocking his phone to see for himself. His already pink cheeks grew just a tad bit darker when he realized he’d never even set the timer. He stared at his friends in disbelief and shoved both of them.
“You assholes! How long were you gonna let me go?” he asked through residual laughter as they both broke out in a giggle fit.
“We tried to get you to stop dude! You insisted!” Natasha pointed out, a dazzling smile on her face. On both their faces, actually. He rolled his eyes, standing up and dusting himself off. When he saw Hangman start to stand, he knocked him over onto his side.
“Coulda just told me hold long I’d been going,” he sassed. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” he warned, the weak threat not really landing with either of them. Rooster started walking away.
“Yeah, you’re welcome for that.”
Rooster stopped in his tracks before turning around, revenge on his mind.
#tickletober#tickletober 2023#tickletober day 19#rooster bradshaw#hangman seresin#phoenix trace#top gun#top gun maverick#top gun fic#top gun maverick fic#top gun tickle fic#top gun maverick tickle fic#ticklish!rooster
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20 questions writer meme.
tagged by @heyholmesletsgo THANK YOUUU
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
not counting things i'd rather remained anonymous, 21!
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
513,621 lol
3. What fandoms do you write for?
mdzs, vaguely tgcf, hotline miami (though mostly past tense) and we'll see about the future
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Wei Wuxian's Super Special Super Secret Book Club still reigns supreme with 1229 kudos, and will most likely be my legacy despite it being the second fic i ever wrote for the fandom (i think?)
If You're Reading This, It's Too Late with 513, one would think i'd still be messing around with this AU but i'm happy to leave it where it is and just keep messing around with the crackship
Dawn Chorus, my most precious baby, at 251 by some miracle despite being oc/canon. you guys spoiled me with the love for this one tbh. none of my other xue yang centric works got anywhere near this close and i'm at peace with that because he's bonking my oc in this one and they have a kid.
The Book Club Extras at 232, which is hilarious when compared to the original but at least new readers will see there's more and maybe in the year 2055 i will publish them for fun
Frozen Pond with 156 at the end of the list, written for my friend @petitjams and taking place in a silly AU we made together (wen chao stays winning on here which is very funny)
i'm attributing the popularity of the first two to mostly being centered around super popular characters, because my later stuff is naturally better yet struggling haha
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
always unless they're like just emoji, because i like conversation! though i may also reply with a little heart hehe
6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i wouldn't call it angstiest ending, it's bittersweet, but the threads that bind us is my top pick. and it also needs more readers so go read it. your hands and mine has a bit of an 'angsty' ending but only for song lan. xue yang had it coming :p 💖
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
excluding the two above, so far they all have a happy ending, or at least neutral??? i'd say Book Club, though, because that's the massive 'everybody lives!!' silly fixit fic
8. Do you get hate on fics?
nope. i hope i didn't just jinx it. i get hate on art and through anon though! woo! (not anymore on here tho thank god)
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
i do and i feel like it sucks so i almost always end up fading to black LMAO my actual explicit stuff remains private... it's like too embarrassing for me. i got judged for it as an 18 year old and 10 years later haven't gotten over it. i like bondage and bdsm though and that seems to crop up in private 😏
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
i do on occasion! i love roleplaying them, but the only one i have out there is The Way To His Heart Is Through His Stomach (Oh God Please Don't Eat Me), which mixes mdzs and tgcf characters in a unique setting :3
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
not to my knowledge, but i've had art stolen plenty so i wouldn't even be surprised
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
yes, a few have been translated into russian!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
NOT YET BUT IT'S IN THE CARDS
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
all time? jeez. somebody tell me why i always freeze up and go blank when asked these simple questions? it's like i forget who the fuck i am. i feel like i should also say songxiao? but they're relatively new so it doesn't seem correct. fuck it. my all time favorite ship is [DATA MISSING OR CORRUPTED-- PLEASE PROCEED TO NEXT QUESTION]
15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
haha... (looks at my abandoned hlm fic with the seventh chapter halfway written) haha...
16. What are your writing strengths?
i'd definitely say dialog. it makes sense, since the stuff i'm most used to doing is drawing silly comics. i also like to ping-pong emotions around and feel like i'm pretty good at that too
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
using the same words over and over and feeling like i never write Enough, like everything is always light and never in depth. i don't like making scenes too heavy with padding but i also feel like i need to find a balance
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
i'll do it only if it's a language i speak!!! this doesn't apply to peppering words like gege and stuff just for funsies. i think the best way to go about it is to just tell the audience what language they're speaking in that moment
19. First fandom you wrote for?
we're gonna have to go back to when i was 10 years old here lol... i think it was tokyo mew mew in terms of stuff i put online (oh god)
20. Favorite fic you've written?
it's hard to pick favorites, but i once again must say the threads that bind us in terms of work i'm most proud of.
i tag whoever sees it, plus @sugarapplebaby because ily
#thank you!#my fic#mdzs#i write fic but overall it doesnt really get read as much#so im always glad to advertise hehe thank you!!#i think people generally just want a lot of the same or like very specific ships so its really hard to break through#BUT I STAY SILLY! i love writing and i LOVE when people enjoy what i do#so thank you all
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Hella something incredibly traumatic just happened to me. I cannot find the original list thingy i have for chapter 42. (i was like half way through and then stopped i dont remember why) so i have to start over which isnt a bad thing because i get to reread ittt
Your getting 42 and 43 in one thing
“It had been one day and one night since they left the Western Air Temple and Zuko had a headache.” sme one get this poor boy some tylenol
Bros extremely overstimulated
“Nanook expected they’d arrive at the White Lotus camp-” i forgot theyre going to the white lotus camp again and if irohs there still thats going to be really fun. (probably not for zuko though)
I love your sokka so much its insane.
It always takes me so long to read your chapters and write these and stuff not because of the length of your chapters (i love long chapters) but because i always try to process every single little thing because its so good and a lot of the stuff doesnt even make it into the list because i dont know how to put it into words and thats how i feel about the dynamic youve created around zuko and sokka. Like how you took Sokkas canon traits and magnified them to accommodate the traits zuko got threw taob perfectly and theres something so artistic about it and i wish i had the words to better explain how in awe of you i am every time i read a new chapter.
Anywho
“If he spoke them, if he let them out, his friends would snatch these birds from the sky and beat them to death, and they would call it salvation.” oh my fucking god hella what the fuck
Zi Se <3
Oh jeez now he’s hallucinating
I love Zi Se. Having Zuko take care of a small child is such a unique thing to have in a fic and you make it work so well. Every scene between them is immaculate
The way you portray trauma is incredible. The ‘two steps forwards one step back’ ness of it, and the way different peoples traumas rub against eachother and the lashing out and guilt and stuff its really so good.
I think its funny to think about external zuko in taob. Like a wet dog growling at everyone and pushing itself into a corner. A little tragic, a little pathetic. And then in his head he’s having some of the most profound, angsty thoughts. And the transition between those scenes is also entertaining.
I also really like the dynamic Zuko has with the entirety of the gang. Like it’s not just sokka going ‘i can fix him’ and doing it, its a group effort and the different peoples individual traits work well with helping different parts of zuko heal. When he needs sternness and bluntness, theres sokka, when he needs something more gentle, theres tomnook, and when he needs something in between theres katara.
I saw your authors notes that was like ‘i’m writing another zukka fic!’ and i was so confused for a moment and i was like ‘wtf is she talking about’ and then it was like ‘you can read it here!’ and i was like ;holy shit its already posted!? Why didnt she tell tumblr about this and then i was like ‘oh shes talking about tams.’ i forgot it was a zukka fic.
That took me 3 hours.
Anywho
Chapter 43: : )
“Gradually, things got easier and they fell into a routine.” well thats a relief i hope nothing bad will happen ever again : )
“Suki wasn’t far from him, dipping her water flask into the current,” of topic but i dont get how people didnt just drop dead from drinking random ass water like how is suki not going to get dysentary. Sokka needs to invent these people a water filter.
Im carefully treading ocross this chapterbecause of the stuff ive seen from tumblr and discord and while i guess i trust you not to kill tomnook *this chapter* im still very weary and terrified.
Being american means that you might not be able to afford to read taob bc of the inevitable therapy bill
If i get ptsd from this i quit
Anywho
““Zuko, dude, buddy.” Sokka appeared from where he’d been washing his frankly disgusting tunic, now leaving it to drip around his neck, shirtless as he clapped a hand to Zuko’s shoulder. “If a girl calls you roguish, it’s a compliment.”” Bros projecting
“ this seemed to bother Sokka more than anyone. Hot stuff was one of her favourites, which Zuko thought made sense. He was a firebender, after all. It really didn’t warrant the spluttering and indignance Sokka met it with, stomping over to Suki and kicking water at her while she cackled.” Still projecting
If Tomnook becomes canon i will personally see to starting a movement across all social media platforms similar to the november 6th destiel thing
“He was still smiling. Always smiling. Nanook let him go.” THIS IS THE PART THAT DESTROYED ME????????????????????????????????????? IT WAS ABOUT HAIRR????????????????????/ im actually going to kms oh my god im suing
I experienced so much turmoil for it literally to just be tomkin walking away
Im so insulted
Also nanook definitely has a crush on him just in case you didnt know 👍
Now Kataras overstimulated
“Zuko had taken the carrots.” God dammit Zuko
If Sokka or Katara find the carrots that wont be good
I dont trust you anymore
““There’s something you’re not telling me,” she said, staring out at the grass around them, the stars in the inky sky. It was the exact same as when they’d sat together the other day, hand in hand, when she’d first admitted to this anger.
Zuko was tense beside her, before sighing in defeat. “This is about the carrots, isn’t it?” This is so funny for no reason
““I could probably help you find those men, if you wanted,”” you fucking idiot i cant believe him
“He liked liked Zuko, with his stupid, roguish hair and his muscles and his gentle way of handling Zi Se and his stupid sense of humour and his sheer, stubborn will to keep going. How could Sokka ever talk to Bato again? This was the worst thing to happen ever,” ITS HAPPENING
I NEED THAT ONE GIF FROM THE OFFICE JFC
OH MY GOD
I CANT BREATH
The fact that he immediately thought of bato is so iconic i love that for him
The whiplash sokka must feel from coming to terms with his feelings for zuko and that he’s able to grieve his mom and then katara coming out like ‘yeah im going to murder him’ must be insane its like that cat in the hat meme where hes going to hit the dude with the bat
I dont think that conversation went like suki planned for it to
Zukkkaaa fight
THEYRE HUGGIN THIS IS NOTA DRILL OGM
“Katara wouldn’t kill those men.” oh thank fuck
“. local boy discovers the uno reverse card immediately makes it everyone else's problem.” Lmfao 😂 💀
You have never written a bad anything hella lm tell you. 2 10/10 chapters good job, that was fabulous, i love it.
Im in a class this semester that deals with analyzing literature and reading a lot of like ‘classic’ books. And the entire time im reading these books some that are considered to be from some of the best authors of all time is that im comparing them to the things youve written and when ive said that your such a talented writer before, i dont know how much ground ive had to stand on but now that i have like a (very small) reference point for that stuff, holy shit you are such a talented writer.
Like i know its not your major and that youve never studied it and stuff and the fact that you can produce all of that based on pure talent is honestly incredible. Im constantly in awe every time i read anything of yours its insane. I really do hope your as proud as you can be of yourself, you deserve it.
~list anon~
list anon i get such a little smile on my face when i see ur asks come in like i get comfy and make sure i have time to go through the whole thing in one go and it just warms my heart that someone so consistently makes time for me and my silly stories. thank you x
#you shitting it about tom nook DID make me chuckle tho. sorry babe <3#i especially appreciated the compliment about zi se. he's my little baby!#'some of the best authors of all time is that im comparing them to the things youve written' KISSING YOU? INSANE THING TO SAY?#ask#taob asks#list anon
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Ep 105 of jrwi liveblog!! My thoughts and reactions under the cut :3
The psa is so real good on you jay
Skip to like 20 mins in cause I forgor to write-
The egg joke was great LMAO. Also BIRD BIRD :D also. They left the tortle to die???? Oopsie I fucking guess??
Underground town :o chip pls just follow bird bird mannnn
I’m still so worried about Early Drey and Finn on the boat oh my goddddddd (THANK GOD THE SHIP IS SAFE WAA)
NEW NPC WIRH ART OHGHDHHS I LOVE HER??? Whomst are you… pink smithy lady… OHGGGGGG TRICELLE ROLFAERA YOU ARE ALSO GORGEOUS
Bird bird my bestie… they better save everyone on this island man like I get it’s their home but they don’t need to be stuck here anymore
HOLYYY SHITTT 7’2… who is this… artists I kiss u /p you’re so fuckin talented and the art you’ve made is so so pretty
IGNEOUS!!! IVE SEEN ART OF THIS BOY OH HES RAINBOW HES SO COOOOL
LMAO GILLION THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU <3
This woman. I want to be her friend.. ZAMIA :D BE MY FRIEND PLS YOURE SO COOL
I love how they’re arguing in front of these people LMAOOO “you lot are crazy, man” yea igneous. They’re a bit insane but it’s ok!!
“We’re the weird kind of pirates that throw our money off the boat and save things” 💀 yea well.
Well they’re gonna go beat up bad pirates that are killing these people and something bars gonna happen cause when does it ever go right!!! Haha. Ha. (Referencing a Spoiler I know that happens but I have no idea When it happens)
Group huddle moment!! Bring all these people on the ship I don’t care :) save them all somehow
Gilly nugget of wisdom. He’s smart I agree with him
There’s a lot :( just. Aaaag
God taking out the corruption on their own is going to be. Terrible.
Yeaaa gillion you. Need to stop dying please <3
GILLION JUST LIKE ME FR brother you cannot save everyone I understand. I get it man but you cannot save everyone you have to look out for yourself
Hallow spell :o time to google what the spell means- aw hell yea protection spot
GOO DRAGON… chip praying? Never thought I’d see the day- oh he. Corrupted nvm
PRETZEL PLUSH ON THE FLOOR OF GRIZZ ROOM - SHE !!!!!! I think so anyway- SHE MOVED
Whomst was taken. They’re gonna get her back
Oh they have a boss that was taken :(
Just noticed puppy behind grizz :o they eepin
Zamia :( SO MANY SAPPHICS IN JRWI I love them all.
“We’re gonna help as best as we can but we also need help getting around here” seems like a reasonable request as they brought Knock back anyways.
Zamia I love you already :( you deserve the world, y’all gonna get out of here don’t worry
RABBIT! RABBIT!!!! And fox… ogghhdjs everyone on this island. They’re my favorites ever.
GIVE AWAY THE PANTS!!! QUEEN YEAHHH MAKE THEM NEW CLOTHES :D give them hope. This is so good I love this sm
Petlen!!! Trinket friend. MAGIC ROCK! Rock. Love rocks… OMG GIVE THEM FOODS FEED THEMSSS
HAJDJDISH switch blade.. AWEJDIS PETLEN :( I love them
ALICE? What how do you say her name. Smithy… “I saw you smithing from across the room” yeah I would’ve said that too tbh
CHIP FINALLY GETS STUDDED LEATHER GIVE HIM BETTER ARMOR HOLY SHIT!!!
This is we’re Knock gets the “yuh” from too-
DOES SHEBSAY ANYHING ELSE LMAOOOO I love her
Uh ohs. Jay. The map!!!! Huh hahdjgdja map??? What. Uh oh. Wuh oh
Corruptionnnb aaaaaa
LMAOOO “you see something bad? You RUN!”
17 ac finally jeez.. yay armor and upgrades
Spider webs… haha this is gonna go terribly
Ohhhh who fucked up- GRYFFON NOOOOOOO
Everything is fine everything is fine everything is fine the scuttling means nothing everything is fine everything is fineeeee
Queeeeeennn aaaaaaaahshsgaia
AAAAA spider that’s not a friend that’s not a friend uh ohssss ahahahaaa VORTEX WARP HELL YEA SMART MOVE- oh the web. RUNNNNNN A FUCK
This is fine :) I wanna be where the people areeeee I wanna seee wanna see em dancing.
Petrol.. patrol. Same thing…. (Also currently making burger while watching so I’m multitasking this is fun)
Gillion. You what. I mean yea but also haha that’s terrifying haha please be careful
Backstreets back ALRIGHT! Haha uh oh “what you don’t see” uh. Hehe there’s a heart or something.
“Like nuts” … Charlie please.
… haha! Uh oh!!!!! Hahahahdjdhgsja
This episode was great I’m so nervous. For what comes next! Hahaha!!!
#jrwi#jrwi riptide#jrwi chip#jrwi jay ferin#jrwi gillion tidestrider#jrwi gryffon#jrwi queen#jrwi bird bird#jrwi knock#jrwi igneous#jrwi zamia#jrwi Petlen#jrwi liveblog#jrwilb
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TESTING TESTING🤓
Ok um first fanfic since forever this my alt account og is darealbadger or something also this is going to be in my best writing form ever. don’t make fun of me I have autism 😭 also might be series of anyone likes it😋also it’s me in it😡ALSO ALSO might me smuty😭
The sun rises over my calm town well it is until I hear screams and gun shots
“What the hell..?”
I go back inside my house, yeah I think I’ll stay inside today.. and maybe wait a couple hours.. eh fuck it I’ll just go out! I walk out the door and take a deep breath in my South Park pajamas and my System of a Down tee shirt
“The birds are singing the sun is shining the people are dying! What a wonderful day wait people dying-?” I just now notice that almost the entire neighborhood is fucking murdered
“oh how fun..”I say as I step over the land mines of dead bodies out to the middle of the street just about to go to the gas station for snacks before going back in my house for the rest of the day(I’d like to live). I keep walking to the gas station my headphones on blaring metal trying to block out the screams of people dying “so much for peace and quiet..” I say whispering to myself looking down at my phone as I bump into somebody well I probably didn’t see him because he’s WAY shorter than me
“Oh shit man I didn’t see you there!”I say reaching a hand out to him, this dude with a black trench coat red button up and some damn pretty hair his long shoulders length black hair, I look him up and down admiring his looks “are you ok?” He’s looking up at me not moving for a couple of seconds flinching when I reach my hand out before he grabs it and gets up “T-thanks..” he mumbles under his breath “I’m sorry what did you say little man?” He looks me up and down embarrassed but I see a look of fear and rage in his eyes “I-I said thank you ma’am..” I nod my head “yeah your welcome but are you ok?” “O-oh uh yes..?” That’s weird he like asked himself? I keep looking him up and down and FINALLY notice he’s had a gun “what’s that gun for cowboy?” Now a bit confused by that i raise an eyebrow.
Dudes pov:
“What’s that gun for cowboy?” Her voice rings in my ear in too stunned to answer her I look down at it and back up at her
“I-I don’t know…” god I’m pathetic I sound like a kicked dog this is embarrassing!
Tell her you’re going to bring it to a friend
The voice rings in my ear “i-im going to bring it to a friend??” She looks me up and down like prey watching the gears turn in her head as my eyes wander around her body taking her in “well then! You know why all these crazy people are screaming though?” Oh shit oh shit oh shit she knows she knows!
Calm down idiot you’re overreacting! Just tell her you don’t know! God think for yourself..
“Oh jeez I don’t know” I shrug my shoulders as I start sweating at her questioning thinking she’s gonna find me out “well this is the probably the worst day I’ve ever had..” she says putting her hands in her.. pajama pants?! God she’s not in her best state either I’m guessing “oh why’s that?” I say questioning her now getting her to stop asking me questions is better “well it’s a bit better now cuz such a pretty boy is in front of me!” She says grinning and patting my back. WAIT PRETTY?!
She must be more mad than you!
Shut up.. “p-pretty me?” I say looking around for anyone around “yeah no shit! You didn’t know?!” She says genuinely confused “oh you’re making me blush..!” I say covering my face god I can’t believe this pretty girl is calling ME pretty “well jeez I’m pretty too?” Oh god did I say that out loud!? “Yeah?” FUCK FUCK FUCK
good going retard can’t do anything right?
The voice’s laugher echoing in my head “I um I got to go..” I say stumbling away “oh ATLEAST let me get your number!” She says as she grabs my shoulder turning me around and looking at me “pleaseee?” Oh jeez how could I say no? “Uh- Um- Sure?!” I take her hand and a pen out and write my number down
JESUS PINHEAD JUST GET PEICE OF PAPER OR- or just write on her hand and you’re already doing it! God..
She laughs at my stupid mistake.. oh god her laugh it’s just, god… “thanks dork.. now I guess you could just go on about your day! I’ll be calling you later remember!” She says walking away is she..?
Oh god she’s skipping away… I hope she doesn’t fall- and she did..
Oh god.. she actually might be crazier than me..
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WHAT THE FUCK. After finding that last snippet I did more digging in my google docs. what the fuckk hahaha
it’s titled “april fools” from March 2022, so like exactly two years ago. i have cued it for the next April 1st
some things are best left unpublished but frankly i don’t like to take that much psychic damage and NOT inflict it on the next idly curious RvB fan.
i remember now, i was going to write a fic with the most bastardized fandomy takes on each character possible but i legitimately can’t tell if that psa was a real attempt at that or if i physically could not bring myself to (likely) and went for the easier to deal with ‘react to fandom’ instead
Prepare for lots of Donut innuendos
(it’s not actually that bad, i very much did back out of the initial concept immediately, it just caught me really off guard haha)
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I’m going t o fucking c r y. this was pain to write. (first thing i wrote. haven’t even written the fic yet)
fandom cringe versions plZ i hate it
Simmons: ;w; anxiety boi
Grif: uwu sleepy boi
Caboose: owo can do no wrong boi
Donut: owo can do no wrong femboi
i don’t know if i can do this. holy shit. i know it’s for april fools but if it causes pain to write aren’t i the fool?
ImPorTaNt RvB PSA
Simmons: Hi everyone, I’m Dick Simmons from popular webseries Red vs Blue.
Grif: And I’m Dexter Grif from the same show.
Caboose: And I am Caboose
Simmons: … Hi Caboose.
Caboose: What are we talking about today?
Caboose: And now, the weather! Spoiler, it is rain.
Simmons: Uh… No idea how to segue that back. So, we’re supposed to read these fan stories. This first one is about me and Grif it looks like, and– Wait, wait what??
Grif: What? What is it, let me see. *starts laughing hysterically*
Simmons: *flustered* What is this mushy gushy romance stuff? I’d just– I’d just like to set the record straight that if I did hypothetically have feelings for a person that I knew I totally wouldn’t do that. I mean, pine for somebody? For a decade? That’s some bullshit, any self-respecting person would move on in that amount of time–
Lopez: [Honestly, you two are not subtle. Even I’ve noticed and I try my hardest to ignore you all.]
Grif: You would! You would act like that around a crush! Holy shit, they nailed you, Simmons!
Donut: Did someone say Donut?
Donut: Wait a minute! Fanfiction?? Those are my people! Let me host this one please please please? I’ll be the hostess with the mostest! I’ll put my Donut whole into it!
Simmons: Yeah, I need to go bleach my eyes, so be my guest.
Grif: And I just wanted to watch Simmons die as he read all this. It’s no fun if it’s you, Donut.
Donut: Well, I’m excited. I can’t wait to read how deep they’ve penetrated into you and Simmons’ relationship! Looks like you two are in a lot of these.
Simmons: Lalala I can’t hear you. I can’t hear anything and therefore do not need to respond to any awkward topics.
Donut: Ooh, they’re all romantic.
Grif: Oh god, yeah, let’s go.
Doc: Could I be co-host? I haven’t helped host one of these in forever!
Donut: I thought you didn’t like this kind of thing?
Doc: Well, we’re keeping it PG, I’ll be just fine.
Donut: Ehhhh
Doc: Donut. We’re keeping it PG, right? *O’Malley* I hope not. I’d like to see some carnage. Shut up, you fool. It’s fiction. *Doc* I didn’t say anything. *O’Malley* You were about to chastise me.
Donut: Depends… does PG stand for pornogr–
Doc: Donut! *O’Malley* Or pussy grande. *Doc* O’Malley! There’s way more out there than just smut! Even in the romance genre there are comedies, introspective pieces, adventure, slice-of-life, drama…
Donut: Well, yeah, but I figured we could do a little of everything.
Lopez: [Jesus christ, just choose one. I’m going to burn this anyways.]
Donut: Good idea, Lopez! Burn it to discs! We can send them out as audiobooks!
Lopez: [I meant in a fire.]
Donut: Yeah, it is a fire idea, Lopez. Jeez, now you’re just fishing for compliments. *clears throat*
Doc: We’re doing a “safe for work” one, right? *O’Malley mutters* You are a wet, wretched blanket. I hope you know that.
Donut: Yeah, yeah. Jeez. Now I have to clear my throat dramatically again! *clears throat*
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you know what? fuck it. this is about in line with my other fake psas maybe i’ll complete it and post it on ao3. eventually. on an april 1st, naturally lol
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My King Will Be Kind Chapter 1 / Kendall Roy x OC
an: hiiiiiiiii first time posting here ughhhh anyways enjoy this kendall fic bc i binged succession with my roommate
pairing: Kendall Roy x Original Female Character
tw: mentions of drug use, cursing
Stella fixed her black Valentino dress in the bathroom mirror of the club. She looked okay. Not bad, not great. It was hour three at the club, and Stella was really over it. The bass felt like it was pumping through the walls. She needed a break from the craziness. It was usually like this, work all week and stupid events like this all weekend. And this weekend was her friend's birthday.
Not that she didn't love her friends—or the free drinks. And the guys could be fun...sometimes. Tonight they partied with some semi-professional baseball players who were okay at best. One even tried to follow her into the bathroom, but she declined.
Even now, four movies and two shows under her belt, Stella struggled to a guy that actually gave a fuck. Her most recent role, a side character in HBO's Delirium, was by-far her biggest break. They had just wrapped season two, so she was taking some time in New York to work on her writing. By dumb luck a studio was interested in her writing and wanted some pilots. After spending the last few years in Los Angeles, Stella decided to come back to the east coast for a bit.
So here she was now, walking back from the bathroom of some club, trying to think of the best excuse to leave the party and get the fuck home. Stella weaved through the VIP line, arriving at the private section where her friends were. The baseball guys were still evident, but two other men--in very expensive suits--stood with the group. She made her way over, grabbing a drink from the waiter. It was time to find the birthday girl and say goodbye. Stella spied her friend from across the room, but was interrupted by one of the suit-men. She immediately recognized him.
"Roman Roy." He stuck out his hand.
Roman Roy. Son of media bigwig Logan Roy. Stella knew exactly who he was. Not that she was a big fan of business stuff, but she knew all about ATN and their hateful broadcasting. She knew all about his billionaire family and their insane antics.
She shook his hand reluctantly.
"So you're a big deal I hear?" He laughed. "Well I've never heard of you."
"I've been in a few movies—" She started, but is again interrupted by him.
"Argh, actress, never mind." Roman scoffed at her and made his way to another one of her friends.
Stella was just drunk enough to feel pretty embarrassed. Normally, she would brush something like this off, but he was an important person in the city. The Roy's could make or break her career if they really wanted to. They controlled the media. Hell, they were the media.
"Hey. I'm sorry about my brother." A deep voice said from her side. "He's a fuck."
Stella looked at the man who was now in front of her. The first thing she noticed was how tired he looked. The second was that he was Kendall Roy. And he was just as hot in person.
"Oh, um, it's okay."
"I'm Kendall, by the way." He held out his hand. He had a fancy ring on his pinkie finger.
"Stella."
"Matchstick Funeral." He said.
Stella couldn't help but light up. "Yes!"
It was one of her first roles. She played Jude Law's estranged daughter. That was three years ago, now.
"It's my uh, ex-wife's favorite movie."
Stella laughs, accidentally. "Sorry, um, wow, I feel like a lot of people don't remember that film."
"It's so fuckin good."
"God, thank you, wow."
They stood there for a minute.
Stella decided to play dumb. "So what do you do?"
Kendall laughed nervously. "Uh—"
Stella batted her eyelashes, then laughed, "I'm kidding, jeez!"
"Oh," Kendall smiled. "I suppose you're familiar."
"With the sexual abuse on the cruises?" She continues. "Or your rap song?"
Kendall scoffs.
"Before I was, um, like this." Stella gets quieter. "I loved celebrities and all that. I read like, every magazine." It was true, she loved stealing her mother's People Magazine as a kid.
"Ah, I'm surprised you're even talking to me, then."
"Me too."
"Do you wanna uh, go outside?"
She was still a little unsure about him, but she wasn't really a fan of crowds and honestly really needed to smoke.
"Yeah, sure."
Kendall led her to a private balcony. Stella had never been to this part of the club, even with her own notoriety.
"Do you smoke?" Kendall revealed a pack of American Spirit yellow.
"Well," Stella rummaged through her Prada purse. "Not nicotine." She pulled out a joint.
"Need a light?" Kendall asked, moving towards her. Stella put the joint in her mouth, leaning over to Kendall's lighter. She pulled away quickly after, the scene becoming more and more intimate.
This was the same guy that yelled "Fuck the Patriarchy" to paparazzi last year. And he could be her dad. He probably wasn't that old, but he had to be a good ten years older. At least. She remembered the tabloid photos of him snorting cocaine off of a strippers boobs. Didn't he have a couple of kids, too?
Stella took a long drag of her joint.
"Can I get a hit?" Kendall stated, and it's as if they're teenagers hiding weed from their parents.
She nodded, handing him the joint. He didn't look like he was on anything else, so she obliged.
He took a long drag and looked her up and down. She felt objectified, but it kind of turned her on. Kendall probably knew that.
"I bought a fucking company today."
"What?"
"Me and my siblings. We bought Pierce." She kind of knew what he was talking about, based on the Twitter trending page from that morning. #Roy was third on the page.
Stella laughed, "Congrats, Kendall." She touched his arm, mentally noting to stop drinking and smoking so much. It was crazy to her, all this. He casually dropped billions of dollars and goes to the club.
"If I called a car right now, would you want to uh, go to my place?"
Stella couldn't believe it. Kendall fucking Roy.
"I don't really do that sort of thing, I'm sorry. It's like an image thing, and I'm so young I can't—"
"Of course." He looked genuinely disappointed.
Stella cursed internally as she whispered, "do you want my number?"
"What?"
Stella rolled her eyes. "You heard me."
"Maybe I just wanted to hear you say it again." He smirked.
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911 season 5 part 1 liveblog
5x01
Okay, dramatic opening image!!
Love it
What's this walking dead shit
Omg emus??
Oh jeeze what else is loose here
A fucking GIRAFFE ok I'm obsessed
This is a GREAT fucking opening
LMFAO I appear to have accidentally downloaded the Spanish dub
Ok an hour later that mix up is not as funny as it was but we are back baby
Take two
Btw I don't think I've mentioned it yet but I love the show's score
Little baaaaaaaby
What the hell is wrong with the human brain that at the moments when you need it to be functioning the most, like when you have a new kid for example, there's a solid chance it just breaks
It's Mad About Depression hours I guess
The fact that Eddie is so stubbornly insisting that meeting his girlfriend's family isn't a big deal
Idk I guess Eddie's love interests so far just haven't grabbed me. His type is bland willowy ladies and I would like to see some sparks.
911 is being flooded with calls?
Oh shit this is bad
This really does not seem like a glitch to me
Haha oh it's kind of fun to see Taylor and Buck getting a little spicy. I've been thinking about how this show doesn't really do much sexiness and it's not like it needs it but I also sometimes think it doesn't have to be quite as sanitised as it is.
(I may or may not have been thinking this in the context of, it would be fun to see some hot and heavy Buck/Eddie makeouts. They're both very attractive people, sue me)
(But Taylor is also very attractive and I'm down with Buck/Taylor make-outs)
Ok the fact that she was seducing Buck to get access to his phone just makes it hotter. Hi Taylor just a heads up if things with Buck don't work out I am available.
(Also will someone write me Buck/Eddie/Taylor because for real I would be into that)
Yeah ransomware makes way more sense
What the fuck how does the rapist have a giggly female fanclub?? That does not seem plausible to me.
T____T Christopher is so cute trying on suits
Oh no Eddie did not like Ana being referred to as Christopher's mum
That looks like a panic attack to me
"I don't panic" shut up and take the damn pamphlet Eddie. I hate to break it to you but you are still a human being.
Oh Athena, honey
Harry taking care of his mum is so soft
I'm sorry but as a former legal transcriptionist, self-reps are never this calm and collected. they are constantly being pulled up by the judge on things they're not allowed to say and getting off track (it's a little bit funny). It's pretty implausible, under the circumstances, that he would be allowed to represent himself in the first place - and that is for his own protection.
Oh the idiot defendant decided to make a break for it in the chaos while maintaining his innocence? That sounds more like the self reps I'm familiar with
Crying with laughter over how a digital attack is somehow making an analogue clock go haywire
Oh Buck gets bitchy when Eddie hides things from him
On top of everything else, now there's a blackout?
This is officially beyond my ability to suspend disbelief.
Still, I am having a good time. I love when shows go big and get stupid with it.
No!! Not Athena's detective friend!!
5x02
Jesus Christ Bobby that was very heroic but you know that if you die Athena will KILL you right?
Oh fuck Athena's friend didn't die I'm so relieved
I really thought he was gone
Fire Marshall Buck, my delight!
Man Eddie is never gonna beat the gay allegations if he keeps having panic attacks every time someone thinks things are more serious with Ana than they are
(I'm being a little flippant of course I know there are other reasons for that to feel Fraught)
(I just can't help but think about how much of his relationship with Shannon felt like someone checking the boxes he's supposed to check. To me, at least.)
Ok but when do the animals come back
Oh my god Eddie is so FOND listening to Buck talk about the animals at the zoo and why they should be panicking
Buck on "animal control" is hilarious
LOL at Hen and Bobby being menaced by alpacas
"Clever girl" HEE
T_T oh I know this is deliberate weepy feelgood bait but the neighbourhood coming together to help the little boy on the ventilator still gets me
Aw Buck is so worried about Eddie's hypothetical heart attack
"Suddenly it became a ready-made family and I don't know if I'm ready for that"
LOL Eddie is going to "stick it out" with Ana because she is, and I quote, "the first woman I've wanted to spend this much time with since Shannon." My guy you spent most of your marriage to Shannon in Afghanistan.
Eddie taking a nap to avoid a big life conversation feels very relatable lol
I'm glad Chimney is talking to Hen about Maddie having post-partum. He needs support too.
Oh jeeze that's so scary, falling asleep with the baby in the bath. I fell asleep holding the baby once, just for a split second while sitting up in bed, and dropped him onto the floor. I don't think I have ever felt worse. But he was fine and Maddie's baby is also fine.
D: the attacker is at Athena's house. Oh that feels horrible. Even just knowing he'd been there. I would have to move.
Harry oh no!!!
This horrible worm of a person with Harry in his car boot. I will fight him.
Jesus Christ ANOTHER cliffhanger? But I really have to sleep this is terrible
Stay tuned I guess T_T
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POTMFTS-CHAPTER 2
A.N: Welp, I wrote chapter 2. Fun fact, this was written on a scrap paper with a pen in a sudden autistic burst of energy I found I could not channel into maths class in school. Did I get into trouble? Why yes, yes I did. Was it read out in front of the class? Why yes, yes it was. Was I made fun of? No actually, my classmates fucking PRAISED me. I'm gonna get them to read the wonderful zera @hopepetal's (sorry if you no like tags) fanfics, they are gonna froth at the mouth. That being said, let's get into the story!
(you can find the intro post and chapter one by browsing the potmfts tag btw)
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MARTYN'S POV:
Martyn missed Mumbo. Again. Seriously, he should be used to this by now. But, sadly, it never hurt any less.
As he trudged along the cliffs, he bitterly thought to himself about the events of the day. He watched Grian explain the rules of double life. He missed Mumbo. He was weirded out by the fact that Grian had a clone of him. He missed Mumbo. He went to go punch a tree. He missed Mumbo. The watchers tried to control him again. He fought them off. He missed Mumbo. He met Pearl! Jeez, he hadn't even realised he missed Pearl since the Evo days. She helped distract him from missing Mumbo. He got the bright idea to go to the nether. He doesn't know why. He dragged Pearl into it too. Sorry Pearl. He remembered the time he and Mumbo went into the nether together. He missed Mumbo. Pearl was silly. He and Pearl sang their own version of 'Do you want to build a snowman'. They came out of the nether. They finally found their soulmates. His was Cleo, Pearl's was Scott. Scott and Cleo hated them for finding them so late. He had blamed Pearl for it. He winced, he shouldn't have done that. And now, here he was, missing Mumbo yet again.
He was sick of it, but he couldn't stop. He missed his husband so much. But, he couldn't meet him ever again. The thought brought tears to his eyes. He wiped them off quickly, couldn't have anyone seeing him this weak, especially Cleo. They'll just hate him even more.
But, another thought sprang to his mind. He hadn't ever found out who killed Mumbo. When he found out who it was..."Let's just say they might not leave with the same amount of lives they had before", he thought, clenching his fists.
And, suddenly there was a lightning strike. Martyn was okay, just a little startled, but it was what he saw that made him freeze. Because in front of him, was his husband. His ahasband. His mustached lover. His Mumbo. But he was transparent.
"M-Mumbo? Oh Mumbo, w-who did this to you?" He stuttered out.
But he suddenly turned tail and ran.
"Mumbo, wAIT! PLEASE! I CAN'T LOSE YOU AGAIN!" He shouted, running after him, fully aware of the tears streaming down his face, doing nothing to stop them.
Suddenly Mumbo disappeared. Martyn was alone and heartbroken once more. Wiping the tears from his face, his eyes wandered a little further, and his heart stopped.
Because ahead, he saw Grian in Impulse's lap, unconsious, Impulse calling for him to wake up, both their faces illuminated in the moonlight.
He ran over to them. He could not lose another friend.
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A.N: Oh. My. God. The trauma I have made Martyn go through in this. Also I was playing Tourner Dans Le Vide the entire time while writing this, it sets the mood so well I cannot-
But honestly I am really happy with how this turned out and I shall let you guys know when I get motivation to write chapter 3!
#sky actually wrote#potmfts au#life series au#martyn inthelittlewood#mumbo jumbo#grian#pearlescentmoon#zombiecleo#scott smajor#impulsesv
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Watched the 2004 PotO movie with my beloved, for an objective--that is, as close as I can get--experience. Except it wasn't really but I had a great time listening to his reactions. These are out of order because I'm cobbling together a few day's worth of reactions due to me having the kind of brain disease that can only watch movies a small chunk at a time before getting bored.
under the cut: this man has a TYPE, and my man (real) is not rooting for my man (fictional).
"Carlotta is so hot...she's right, these things should not happen...she's even right about the dress being too long--somebody just tripped..."
[about Christine]
"Who is this child...she looks like she saw a moose for the first time and she's going wow, what a big deer...somebody please tuck this child into bed; she needs her rest..."
[on the changed backstory]
"WAIT, SINCE SHE WAS SEVEN? THIS MOTHERFUCKER'S BEEN GROOMING HERE SINCE SHE WAS SEVEN? What do you mean, you "IGNORE" that part? Oh, it's not in the book? It's not in the stage version? Who the fuck decided to make everything worse, then? What the fuck? What the fuck?"
[on Carlotta again]
"I love her. She's so fun. She's so right. She's so hot. Look at her man, standing up for her. He looks like he'd sell you a slice of pizza on a NYC street corner for like, a dollar. Buck A Slice. That's his name. Look at Buck A Slice, supporting his woman. Goals. That's who I want to be. What a man. That's why he's with the hottie. This is going to be me, after your next novel drops. An editor will question you and I'm gonna be like, amateurs. And then you'll storm off and I'll follow."
[after MotN, unmasking, etc]
"You know, [the Phantom] just needs some boundaries and a slightly more mature woman. If he was just like "I'm kind of thing about my face, leave the mask alone," so many woman would be like "yeah, I'm down, let's go." What? No, I know YOU would be down. But other, slightly more normal women would also be down. He's a good looking dude. Like, he's a terrible person but he'd do fine for himself if he wanted. But no."
[in general]
"I can tell I'm getting older because I'm like, everyone sucks here. Except Carlotta. And Buck A Slice. And the Managers. Firmin? Firmin's the best."
[...]
"I think Webber just can't write women as, like, people. People with their own reasonable agendas and motivations. Like, what has Carlotta actually done wrong? Nothing! She's just being assertive. She doesn't want to be replaced by the young girl the patron is fucking, which is a reasonable desire to have, and a reasonable thing to assume is happening. How is she to know that Raoul hasn't gotten any?"
[somewhere during Notes]
"Man, poor Raoul. Like, everybody thinks he's fucking the new soprano and he hasn't even taken her to dinner. He's just standing around getting accused and he hasn't even had any fun. What's his crime?"
[on Raoul again]
"Like, the DISRESPECT. Imagine. On one hand, a pedophile murderer. On the other hand [gestures at Raoul], this asshole. And everybody's like 'oh jeez, I dunno, the pedophile murderer is looking pretty good, what a tough call.' Like, goddamn. this boy gets no respect."
[etc]
"YEAH I KNOW THE PHANTOM ISN'T USUALLY A PEDOPHILE BUT HE'S DEFINITELY A MURDERER. But look, his BITCH ASS just lost a sword fight. Fair--they're above ground and he's got no reason to be trained in sword. Raoul should have killed him, though. Poor Christine. That is not a good winter outfit. They didn't have to have her tits out for literally the whole film. They could have given her a higher neckline for one scene. What do you mean, people argue about "fathering gaze"? she's literally singing about her dead dad and he's calling her child. of course it's fathering gaze. Is that, like, good? No. But it's definitely fathering. What is it you call it, Team Daddying Gaze? Yeah. Man. Poor girl. Look at her. She's still thinking about the size of that deer. Somebody help her."
[etc]
"GOD, CARLOTTA'S SO HOT, why is nobody talking about this? Her and Buck A Slice are the only healthy relationship in this story. And he's not just some guy! He's the male lead! They're both so successful! What a power couple!"
[on Masquerade]
"Man, if swathes of people are way happier when you leave them alone for a while...if your presence is making the lives of this many people worse...god, this guy sucks. See, everybody's singing about what a nice three months they've had since the Phantom shut the fuck up and stayed in his basement. Everyone is THRIVING. their skin is clear. they're sleeping well. they finally got around to organizing their closets. Everybody is SO HAPPY and now--ah yeah--now this asshole is back, ready to make everybody miserable. His outfit fucks, though. Do you like it? You would wear it to the grocery store? I know. You like the mask? You would also wear it to the grocery store? I know."
[...]
"Where the fuck is Raoul going?! I thought he was backing up to take Christine and go! Which is CORRECT! You don't have to wait for some asshole to finish his speech or find you in a crowd. If this ever happens to us we're just going to leave. You can read about the tragedy the next day, because we'll be alive, on account of not getting murdered. Oh, he was getting his sword? That's valid."
[on Don Juan Triumphant]
"Man, this is so horny. He wants to fuck her so bad. People really argue that he's asexual? Can they really not handle the idea that the ugly man is horny? This is SO horny. Oh, wow. WAY hornier than I thought it would be. That's not debatably horny. I like how the play within a play is also about masks and substitutions. That's fun. But everything about this is EXTREMELY horny on main. Look! There's our girl. Carlotta is SO hot."
[a few minutes later]
"Oh, she's crying over Buck A Slice's dead body. See? She loved him this whole time. She's never demanding or demeaning to him. This is the real love story. Very tragic. Unforgivable that Buck A Slice is murdered. What was his crime? Love. And professionalism."
[on Raoul]
"Where the FUCK did his sword go?"
[still on Raoul]
"This is a classic Dungeons and Dragons trap, which is nice. But he seems really sure that wheel does something. But in the book he's a navy boy, right? I'll allow it."
[...]
"I like that Raoul's not even talking about justice or trials or anything. He's just like, we gotta fuckin kill this guy. And he's right."
[a few minutes later]
"Wow, the--freeze frame that--like. I mean. There's more passion here in two seconds than in the whole...wow. The rope play. The thrashing. The homoeroticism..."
[...]
"Never mind. Raoul does not want to kill him. Raul is going CHOKE ME, DADDY, in everything but words."
[...]
"In this scene, Christine is crying because she realizes she is completely irrelevant and this has all been an elaborate role play scenario between boyfriends."
[...]
"In this scene, Christine is crying because she's saying, 'I shaved my legs for this, and for WHAT?'"
[...]
"You know, in most stories, when the mob gets together to go find someone, it's bad and they're being judgmental and wrong. But in THIS case--the mob is so right. This guy killed Buck A Slice. He's got to go."
[...]
"I know you don't view the ending as a redemption arc, but Christine's part here is really solid. She's got some backbone. It's powerful. I think you're wrong-- she is the main character. On the other hand, this is absolutely about the Phantom and Raoul now. Implicitly it has been about them the whole time. I criticized Love Never Dies for being about the Phantom and Raoul instead of the Phantom and Christine, but I see now that I was wrong. This is the Phantom and Raoul show. How does the kid happen? It's a mystery. Immaculate conception is about as likely as Christine getting some here."
[...]
"She's giving him...the ring that he gave her earlier? Which was the ring he took from her? That Raoul gave to her? That's...no, no, that's on purpose. In this scene, Christine is crying as she gives the Phantom Raoul's ring back, contemplating how extraneous she is here, and how she was used as a prop in an elaborate sex game between two men. "I shaved my legs for this...here's your ring back and I hope you and Raoul are happy together...I shaved my legs for this and now...maybe Meg wants to scissor. I don't know.'"
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Wheeler and Danny have always battled in the ring. But there's so much more to it.
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*sighs* look I don't have any control of this anymore. It just keeps writing itself and then I blink and boom it's 5k of wrestlers talking about their #emotions. Plus, this title has been waiting for a fic since I literally first heard Church by Fall Out Boy back in like 2017, so it's about damned time.
Mini Playlist:
Time Bomb - All Time Low
Church - Fall Out Boy
Say It (feat. Tove Lo) - Flume
Young God - Halsey
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Claudio grabs his hand and spins him into a hug when Wheeler gets into the locker room, and Claudio’s laugh might feel just as good as winning.
“You did it!” Claudio says. “Yut-da-man, you did it!”
Wheeler beams at him trying to keep his excitement under control. But it beams out of him; there’s a reason Regal always called him Sunshine.
Regal.
“Oh, no, what did you just let into that mind of yours?” Claudio says, eying Wheeler. “Don’t let anything steal this moment from you.”
Wheeler kicks at a bench a little bit. “I thought about Regal.”
Claudio lets out a surprising about of cuss words, some Wheeler is pretty sure in German or French, and sits down. “Don’t let him spoil this,” Claudio insists. “This is about you and you only.”
And Danny, Wheeler automatically adds, but he shakes that off, too. He can’t focus on the people who have disappointed him on the day he’s proudest of himself. “It’s about me,” Wheeler says, letting it sink in.
Claudio claps him on the back, “First two time Pure Rules Champion. That’s a pretty big deal.”
Wheeler manages a smile, then glances down at Claudio. “Not the biggest deal of the night. You better destroy Jericho so hard he can’t walk the next day.”
Claudio considers it. “You know, having him tap out feels a bit boring.” His grin widens. “I was kind of hoping to get him to submit.”
“You should do the Big Swing, for, like, an hour,” Wheeler says. “Just keep going until he pukes, passes out, or taps like a little bitch.”
Claudio glows at that. “I do like that idea.”
Wheeler is practically vibrating as he watches Claudio do it, later that night: he pulls Jericho into a Big Swing, and it works. Jericho hits his limit, and he taps out, and it works.
Wheeler runs around the locker room and out the door, but crashes into someone who was clearly attempting to get in. They tumble to the floor in a tangle of limbs, and Wheeler only realizes it is by the familiar, soapy smell of the deodorant.
He’s been up close and personal with that more than once.
“Knocking me out once wasn’t enough for you, Yuta?” Danny grumbles, shoving Wheeler off of him with more force than Wheeler had guessed he’d be capable of after the match.
“Sorry,” Wheeler says, scrambling to his feet. He holds out a hand to Danny,
He doesn’t realize how much he wants Danny to touch him gently again until Danny slaps his hand away.
Wheeler falls backwards a little bit, landing hard on his heels. “Jeez, fine. I get it.”
“You don’t get it,” Danny snaps, fury in his eyes. “Do you understand how fucked I am? I lose, then Jericho?” He leaps to his feet and practically spins around Wheeler to avoid touching him again. “You’ve taken everything from me, and you don’t even care.”
The locker room door slams in his face, and Wheeler’s head is spinning until he gets out there, and he remembers what’s important. At least, right now.
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He works a Dark Elevation match with Claudio, which is more fun than he ever knew it could be, and rides the high of victory for as long as he can, before the next battle. He’s hearing rumors that Jericho is coming after Moxley next. It’s not exactly surprising, knowing their history, but it’s something to be aware of.
He didn’t even realize Danny was here for this taping. He doesn’t have a match or anything. Wheeler checked. But there he is.
Danny raises his head to meet Wheeler’s eyes, and they immediately harden to ice.
“Yuta,” he says, tone so neutral it has to be artificial, “congratulations. You won again.” He slow claps as he stands, rolling his eyes. “AEW’s newest golden boy.”
“What is wrong with you?” Wheeler asks, and he can’t help himself from stepping forward, crowding into Danny’s space. Danny, though, anticipates it, standing so they bump foreheads, locking horns like they always do. Wheeler feels a little breathless with it, a little strange. The high of the victory is wearing off, replaced by confusion. He licks his lips a little, before he can think of anything better to do.
“You’re what’s wrong with me,” Danny growls. Wheeler feels a wave of something wash over him.
“Look, just because I won this one –”
“You win almost all of them,” Danny says, pushing away, stepping backwards, a little wobbly. “You’re the dream boy, right? The perfect one.” He laughs, something stinging and harsh. “You don’t even know what you have, do you?”
“This?” Wheeler asks, pointing to the belt. He knows it’s bitchy. He knows it’s mean. But he also knows Danny well enough that goading him, pissing him off just a little past his control, is where he’s going to get the answer of what the hell is going on.
It works, a little too well. Danny shoves at Wheeler’s shoulders hard enough that he stumbles, falling back into the wall. “Everything,” Danny sneers.
Wheeler stares his dead in the eye. “What’s this really about, Danny?” He won’t break first.
“You!” Danny yells. “It’s always you. You’re constantly here and around me. Hell, I try to get out of the indies to get away from you, and you show up here, too. I can’t escape you.”
“When the fuck did you start to hate me this much?” Wheeler asks. He refuses to study the desperation, the ache, in his voice.
Danny splutters out some sort of laugh. “Hate you?!” he exclaims. “I wish I hated you.” His expression goes mean, callous, full of rage. “I’ve loved you since the day we first met.” Wheeler takes too long to process the words. He should have responded, by the look on Danny’s face, and he misses his moment. “And you had the audacity to be my favorite person and never love me back.” He steps to close, a finger pointing into Wheeler’s chest, burning him all over at the touch. “You stole everything from me and I didn’t even get a say in it.”
Wheeler realizes, belatedly, that he’s breathing like he just finished sparring with Mox, the way he always used to when he and Danny would race on the treadmill. Before they went 60 minutes. Before Jericho and Regal and groups with big names.
He has to say something. He has to do something. “What?”
“Fuck you,” Danny says, and he shoves at Wheeler’s shoulder, breaking the moment and a little bit of Wheeler with it. “Don’t talk to me.”
He stalks out the locker room, and Wheeler is left with everything crumbling on top of him. He lets it collapse a little bit, lets the world he once knew dissolve into whatever this is, until he makes a decision. He knows where to go. But he doesn’t want to.
“Moxley!” he yells into the phone as he tries to pull on sweatpants over his leggings. “Mox, where are you, right now?”
“Um,” Moxley says. “I, obviously, am in my hotel room. Where people don’t yell at me.”
“Yeah, cool, I’ll be by, like, five or ten minutes?” He pulls up the map on his phone and swears when he sees the red lines of traffic. “More like twenty, actually.”
“I did not say you -”
Wheeler hangs up the phone and scrambles his stuff together, throwing it into his gym bag with a frantic fury. Ride share is out – the traffic would double the time – so he straight up runs the two miles from the arena to the hotel they all are staying at, slowing only when he reaches the lobby.
“Hello, sir,” says the bellhop, looking skeptical. “Can I help you?”
Wheeler decides it’s a fair judgement, the way the guy stands in front of the door. A man just sprinted across the parking lot to a hotel lobby looking, he can only assumed, half crazed. He fumbles in his pocket, finally noticing how heavily he’s breathing, and pulls out his key card. “I’m in 1244. I’m staying here.” He wiggles the card. “Can I – can I come in, please?”
“Of course,” says the bellhop demeanor completely shifted. “If you need anything please, don’t hesitate to let the front desk know.”
Wheeler nods, and takes the stairs up to Mox’s eighth floor room, the burn in his thighs and lungs helping him focus.
He pounds on Mox’s door, and doesn’t stop until it swings open. “Who the fuck pissed in your Gatorade?” Mox asks, stepping aside only when Wheeler shoves past him. “Jesus, kid,” Mox says, pretending to gag, “wash your gym bag at some point.”
“You shove my face in your armpit all the time when we’re sparring,” Wheeler retorts, chucking his bag on the floor, “you’re not allowed to talk.”
That’s when Wheeler hears a familiar laugh. “Mox, I told you! You need to up your deodorant usage.”
Wheeler whirls around to see Eddie Kingston, stretched out on the other bed, phone in hand. “Oh. Hi, Eddie.”
“Hey, Wheels.” He nods. “What’s the emergency? You sounded like somebody was dyin’ on the phone. Figured I’d stay for the free entertainment.”
Wheeler debates, briefly, if this is the time when he tries to remove Eddie Kingston from Mox’s presence for his own privacy. The debate is short, as he does not want to lose teeth tonight. “Danny said he’s in love with me.”
“Garcia?!” Mox’s jaw drops, gum teetering on the edge of his lip. “No shit?”
Wheeler stares at him. “Of course Garcia! That’s all you’ve got for me?”
Mox shrugs. “I have no idea why you think I’d be the ideas guy here, Yoots.” He nods over at Eddie. “Took me years to figure shit out with him. Still not a hundred percent on whatever we’re doing.”
“And you never will be until I tell you,” Eddie says, looking a bit too pleased about it. “What’s the problem, Yuta? You straight or something.”
Wheeler laughs, a little frantic. “I…thought so?”
Mox tilts his head. “Oh, now we’re getting somewhere.”
“No! Shut up!” Wheeler begins pacing the tiny room, ignoring the way Eddie tries to drag a chair into his path. “I just – he loves me? This whole time? And doesn’t tell me until – until now?” He looks up, desperate to see some sort of answer in Moxley’s face. “What the fuck?!”
Mox shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you. What do you feel, when you think about him, what happens?”
Wheeler bites the inside of his cheek. “I don’t know.”
“What exactly did he say?” Eddie asks, and Wheeler turns to see him getting comfortable on the big, king sized bed. “Like, what happened?”
Wheeler recounts it as best as he can, trying not to feel the hurt again. It’s just words, he tells himself. Just words and facts. Words don’t hurt. The look on Danny’s face, though. That does.
“Sounds like you broke the poor guy’s heart and were too stupid to realize it,” Eddie says, shoving a stick of chewing gum in his mouth. “Classic.”
“Don’t be shitty, Eddie, he’s having a sexuality crisis.” Mox turns to Wheeler, and he’s about to thank him when he continues talking. “You gonna be a bitch about this or you gonna figure out your feelings like an adult?”
Wheeler frowns. “You could at least be, like, kind.”
“Kind’s for people who have time,” Moxley replies. “Garcia’s probably out of here soon. You need to decide if you’re willing to let him go or if you’re going to chase him.”
“Like I said,” Eddie says, “classic.”
“I don’t even know – he loves me – I don’t even know if I like guys!” Wheeler says. He throws his hands in the air. “Like – how do you even know?!”
Mox and Eddie share a look, then Mox looks back at him. “Kid,” he says, and it’s too soft. This is gonna be rough. “You got a boner that time Bryan had you in a headlock in the ring. That should help you work it out.”
“It – what?!” Wheeler’d thought he’d hidden that, both from others and from his own memory. It springs back in vivid detail. “How did you…?”
“You wear incredibly tight pants,” Mox adds. “It’s almost impossible not to notice it.”
Burning red, Wheeler sits on the bed and throws his head in his hands. “I hate everything.”
“Even Garcia?” Eddie asks, and it’s almost too gentle.
Wheeler swallows. He runs through every moment he’s ever had with Danny, every match, every training session. Every moment Danny’s looked at him with light in his eyes. All the work he’s put in to try and pull Danny away from Jericho and his cronies.
All the times in the locker room he’d catch himself staring.
The time Danny caught him staring.
The time they almost…
“Oh, fuck,” Wheeler says, sounding dazed even to his own ears. “I’m in love with Daniel Garcia.”
“He did it!” Eddie says, whooping. “Man, that’s a faster journey than you had, Moxie, at least he didn’t have to beat Danny bloody to figure it out.”
“Well, he knocked the kid out on a pay per view a couple nights ago, so we’ll call it even.” Mox’s tone is calm, relaxed. “Well, Wheels? You gonna go get your boy?”
It’s a lot to process. Almost too much. It took him twenty minutes to get to this room from the arena, if he has to run back. He doesn’t even know where Danny is right now – is he at this hotel? A different one? Hell, is he already gone?
“I don’t even know where to look,” Wheeler says weakly. “Also, like, is it normal to be freaking out? And sort of dizzy?”
“I mean you’re having a sexuality crisis while realizing you’re in love with your best friend,” Eddie says. “So, yeah. Been there, done that, my man.”
Mox chucks a shoe at him. “Just call him.”
“I think he blocked my number.”
“Call him!”
So Wheeler does. It immediately goes to voicemail. “Yeah, like I said.”
“He’s got twitter, right?” Eddie says, adjusting so he’s on his side. “Direct message him. See if he reads it.”
Wheeler does so, and it’s marked as read in seconds. “Oh, shit.”
His heart is racing as he waits.
“What just happened?” Eddie asks. “Keep your audience entertained.”
Wheeler shows the phone. “He, um, he’s read it.” The phone dings. “Oh, my god, I wanna die.”
I’m in the Marriot. Room 835. You fuckwad.
Wheeler’s chest tightens. “Guys, he’s on this floor.”
“Go,” Mox says, and he looks soft, and kind, and so much nicer than he’s ever been to Wheeler. “Don’t let yourself regret anything.”
“And don’t forget a condom!” Eddie yells before Wheeler can shut the door.
Wheeler does his best not to run, not to seem too eager, as he makes his way down the hallway. 829, 830, 831, 832…He can see the door. And he runs.
He hesitates before knocking, because his heart is racing and he’s a little dizzy, but he knocks anyway, gentle, calm. Everything he’s not feeling right now.
The door opens. Danny opens it, and Wheeler is startled to see his eyes are red.
“Hi,” Wheeler says, suddenly shy.
Danny rolls his shoulders. “Hi.”
Wheeler clears his throat. “Can I, um. Can I come in?”
Wordlessly, Danny steps to the side, and Wheeler steps in. He’s suddenly too hot, too itchy, too everything. The room smells like Danny, and Wheeler doesn’t know why it’s just now that he realizes he knows so much about Danny. It’s not normal to memorize the way someone smells.
Maybe he’s been in love with Danny longer than he’d known.
He turns around, eyes on Danny. He’s shirtless, wearing gym shorts.
Wheeler’s seen this a million times, but he’s never let himself look.
“So you’re in love with me?”
Danny’s jaw drops. “The fuck, man, that’s your opening?”
“I’m panicking a little bit, okay?” Wheeler says. His voice is higher than normal. “Look, having a sexuality crisis isn’t something I had on my to-do list today. Give me a break.”
Danny’s lips twitch, just a bit. “Sexuality crisis.”
Wheeler nods. “Yeah. Turns out I’m, uh,” he stumbles over his words, finding them suddenly caught on his tongue, “not as straight as I thought I was.”
Danny watches him, carefully, like he’s waiting for a trap. “Okay.”
“I, uh, think I’ve, I think I’ve been missing some, I guess, mental notes?” Wheeler winces. This is not what he’d wanted to say, not how he’d wanted to say it.
Danny crosses his arms over his chest. “And those are…?”
“I’m stupid.”
Danny finally laughs, and it’s the best thing Wheeler’s heard in ages. “Yeah, dumbass, could have told you that myself.” He adjusts, leaning against the wall, arms still over his chest. The laughter leaves his eyes, settling again. “Why are you here?”
Wheeler takes a deep breath, and steps closer to Danny. “I’m so stupid,” he says, and it aches as it comes out of him, but the way he feels when somebody puts him in a good submission hold. The way he feels when Danny does. “I’ve been so, so stupid.”
Danny’s breathing gets a little ragged as Wheeler steps closer to him. “Tell me,” he insists, demands, almost. “Tell me.”
“I want you,” Wheeler says, “I think – I think I’ve loved you and didn’t – ” He doesn’t get a chance to finish the sentence, with the way Danny strikes like a cobra. When Danny’s mouth meets his, Wheeler almost melts against it, some brand new synapse created and firing Yes this always him at the highest volume possible in his head. He presses himself against Danny, catching his face in his hands, crowding Danny against the wall. Danny lets out the littlest gasp against Wheeler’s lips, and it’s medicine, it’s a high, it’s everything he wants.
“Finally,” Danny breathes against Wheeler, and he’s right, isn’t he, that it’s Wheeler’s fault it took so long.
“I’m sorry,” Wheeler says, pulling away just enough to pepper kisses along Danny’s jaw. “I’m sorry it took me so long.” He presses a kiss to Danny’s neck, right where he’d pummeled it days before. “I should – I should have realized…”
“You figured it out after long enough,” Danny murmurs. Wheeler pulls back and gets a good look at Danny, head tilted back and eyes closed, mouth slightly open. He’s never seen anything more beautiful. He reaches out and brushes a thumb against Danny’s lip, slides his hand down Danny’s neck, his arm, down to catch his hand.
“Yeah,” and Wheeler’s voice is almost as wispy as Danny’s. “Yeah, I did.” He leans back in, kissing Danny the way he’s never allowed himself to dream, hands cupping his cheeks, bodies lined up against each other. His heart is pounding in his chest, a roaring in his ears only broken by the little whimpers Danny’s making against his mouth. “You good?”
Danny nods, eyes half lidded. “Just feeling it.”
Wheeler nods, because he gets it, taking Danny’s hands and stepping backward. He tugs Danny with him so he falls against Wheeler’s chest, so they’re in each other’s spaces again, like they always are.
“Last time we were this close you hit me so hard I passed out,” Danny says, but there’s a bit of a laugh in his voice.
“Not gonna hit you this time,” Wheeler murmurs, tucking his face against Danny’s neck and pressing a kiss where it meets his shoulder. “Promise.” He trails kisses up Danny’s neck to his jaw back to his lips, where Danny gives as good as Wheeler, mouths moving against each other like they’ve been doing this for years. He muses, a little faintly, that maybe this is what they’ve been meant to do all this time, that this is just another extension of their battles in the ring.
Or if the ring is the extension of this.
Danny’s fingers go for the zipper on Wheeler’s Blackpool hoodie. “We gotta get this off,” Danny murmurs, “otherwise I’m gonna get pissed that you beat me again.”
Wheeler laughs, fighting with Danny’s fingers to get the zipper down. They tangle together, and Wheeler can’t help it: he catches Danny’s hands, holding them.
The silence falls over them, the mood shifting, the moment heavy. “Hi,” Wheeler whispers.
Danny smiles at him, soft. “Hi, again. You gonna take that off?”
Wheeler shoves it off his shoulders, and Danny’s eyes widen.
“Oh, see, that’s not fair,” Danny huffs. “I expected a shirt underneath.” He runs his hands against Wheeler’s body, and it’s almost familiar. Almost. Those hands have grazed his skin so many times, have pulled and punched, have grabbed and twisted, but they’ve never done this. They’ve never danced along his stomach up his chest, brushed against his collarbone, settled on his shoulders. “You alive there, Wheeler?”
He shakes his head, pulling himself back to the present. “What? Yeah. Sorry.”
Danny’s eyebrows furrow. “Are you – you’re freaking out, aren’t you.” He steps back, and Wheeler wants to die about it.
He shakes his head, desperate for Danny’s touch again. “Wait, no, come back.”
“I’m not going to blame you if –”
“Stop expecting me to run away!” Wheeler says, and he pulls Danny back to him, flush against him. “I’m not going to run!”
“How can I possibly know that?”
With a level of frustration and infuriation that’s only ever brought on by Daniel Garcia, Wheeler groans and grabs Danny’s hand, placing it on his crotch. “That giving you enough proof?!”
Danny gives a little squeeze, and Wheeler just about dies. “Huh.”
Wheeler throws his head back, blood rushing to his cheeks with a bizarre combination of frustration and arousal. “Huh?” he practically whimpers. “Huh?!”
With a hand flat to Wheeler’s chest, Danny presses him to the bed. Wheeler falls willingly, anything to get Danny touching him again, and then he is. Danny has fallen on top of Wheeler, hands pressed to either side of his head. “Well,” Wheeler says. “You believe me now?”
Danny rolls his eyes, but he’s kissing Wheeler again, so he decides not to fight it.
They spend so long like that, Danny’s weight pressing down on him as they kiss, hands roaming. It’s almost standard, this feeling, the way they’re wound around each other so tightly. Wheeler goes for Danny’s shorts, grateful to be able to shove them down his hips without a buckle or a button in the way.
“Eager,” Danny murmurs against his neck. He’s at a spot where, a couple years ago, Danny had actually bit him. He’s gentler now, but the teeth are still out. Wheeler wants more of it.
“Well, you’ve already doubted me once,” he says. “Not gonna let it happen again.” He sits up, Danny following, and grabs Danny by the thighs, twisting so he pushes him to the bed.
Danny makes an amused sort of noise, a little desperate, and Wheeler takes the moment to figure out the logistics of this. He knows what to do, in theory.
He slides to the floor and grabs Danny by the thighs, pulling him closer. He’s never been this close to him before. Not like this. “You good?”
“Uh – yeah, good, so good,” Danny says. “Um. Really?”
Wheeler stands. “Really what?”
“I mean,” and there’s a smirk that worries Wheeler, “how’s Daddy Bryan going to react knowing you got on your knees for a sports entertainer?”
Wheeler growls a little at that. “Bring one of them up again in the middle of this. See what happens.”
“I kind of want – oh, fuck.”
Wheeler has found his new favorite way to shut up Daniel Garcia.
There’s – there’s a learning curve, and Wheeler knows he could be so much better at this with a little practice, but he’s doing okay, based on the noises coming out of Danny’s mouth. Danny reaches down to his hair, not pulling, not yet, but twisting, in a way Wheeler can’t make himself dislike. He works his mouth like he knows he likes it, keeps the suction like Danny wants it. The little noises falling from Danny’s mouth are like cheers from an audience, and it doesn’t matter how much this hurts his jaw as long as he can keep it going.
He’ll do anything to keep this moment, and he braces his hands on Danny’s thighs to get the best grip.
“Wheeler,” Danny groans, and it’s been hours or minutes or seconds, “fuck, I’m gonna – I’m almost.”
He makes a decision and doesn’t stop.
Danny sounds a little desperate, a little torn apart, a little wrecked when he comes, and Wheeler wants to peacock around about it until he realizes there’s come in his mouth. He has a moment of panic, not knowing what to do with it, when he mentally slaps himself and just swallows. It’s not that bad. Just different. Definitely not what he expected to be doing tonight, though.
He stands, and takes a look at the masterpiece on the hotel bed.
“I win,” Danny says, looking giddy and spaced out.
“No – that’s not how it works,” Wheeler laughs, a little dazed as he wipes at his mouth. “Nobody wins this.”
“Oh, I won this,” Danny says. “Get up here. Your turn, loser.”
“I just gave you a blow job,” Wheeler grumbles, crawling up onto the bed, trying to ignore how hard he is, “and your response is to give me shit about who got to come first. Maybe I won because I got you off first.”
“You didn’t complain,” Danny says, rolling over so he’s straddling Wheeler’s hips.
Wheeler closes his eyes as Danny kisses down his body. “I really didn’t,” he mumbles.
Danny kisses him, deep and hard, then slides down his body until his feet hit the floor. He grabs him by the ankles and drags him so his legs hang off the side of the bed. Wheeler sits up, looking down at Danny. It gets him a little light headed, to see Danny on his knees like that, grinning up at him. “Oh? What would Daddy Jericho say if he heard you got on your knees for a professional wrestler?”
“Easier this way,” Danny says with a wink, and he doesn’t let Wheeler respond before he takes his cock in his mouth, and Wheeler just about dies.
It’s been a while, is the thing. He’s had girlfriends on and off, and he’s dated, but not in a while, and he wonders if it’s because he knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that this was an inevitability. Danny’s clearly no amateur, doing tricks Wheeler will have to adopt in his own practice, if they’re going to be doing this more often, and he hopes they are. He can’t help but drop his hand down, rest his fingers against Danny’s jaw, keep him close. It’s all he can do to keep his hips still when he wants to roll them up, get even closer to Danny. He falters, more than once.
“Quit that,” Danny says, pulling off. He nuzzles at Wheeler’s thigh, then bites, just a little. Wheeler yelps. “Whiner.”
“You bit me!” Wheeler says, with a little laugh.
“And? It’s not the first time.”
Wheeler gives up with this infuriation of a human and flops back on the bed, babbling a little as Danny’s mouth moves around him, tongue doing clever little tricks and touches that have him twisting the hotel sheets and groaning.
Danny laughs around him, and that just about does him in. “Danny,” he whines, “please, I’m close. I’m s-so close.”
But Danny just goes back at it with a single minded determination, and Wheeler is hitting that limit, riding that wave, his hips rolling just a little with it as he cries Danny’s name and loses focus on the moment. Something in the back of his mind mentions that he just got blown by the motherfucking Red Death, which is weird, but he decidedly shuts that up.
He feels Danny pull away from him, and press kisses to his thighs, and Wheeler is so overwhelmed with how bizarrely sweet this is that he starts to laugh.
“Are you seriously laughing at me, you douche?” Danny asks, popping up from the end of the bed.
“Get over here,” Wheeler says, and he’s desperate to kiss Danny, the taste of himself still there, and he whines at it. He’s grabbing a little too hard at Danny’s shoulders, his hips, and Danny grabs his hands and pins them to the side of the bed.
“Calm down, Jesus,” Danny says. “What, a blow job’s not enough for you?”
“Give me a break. I just realized I was in love with you today. I don’t want to miss anything.”
Danny’s grin goes soft and sweet, in a way Wheeler’s not used to seeing. He wants to tuck it in a pocket near his heart. “You’re in love with me.”
“I – yeah,” Wheeler decides. “Didn’t realize it until, like, half an hour ago or something.”
Danny laughs. “You’re the fucking worst.”
“You hang out with Chris Jericho,” Wheeler says, twisting and getting him in a loose headlock. “You’re a heel. You’re so much worse.”
“Let go of me!” Danny asks, but Wheeler knows he could get out of this in a moment if he wanted to.
They wrestle on the bed a little bit, because you can’t kill a habit, and end up a little breathless next to each other, collapsed on the pillows and giggling like school girls.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Wheeler asks, before he talks himself out of it.
Danny turns to him. “Hmm?”
“Why didn’t you say you loved me?”
Danny fidgets a little, breaks eye contact. “I wanted the championship. And then I had it. And – and I didn’t know if I was willing to hurt you to keep it.”
Wheeler can’t help it – he laughs. “You hurt me all the time, like, professionally.”
“Not like that,” Danny says, and he turns those eyes back up to Wheeler’s. And he gets it.
He finds himself resting his hand on his stomach, right where the top of the belt falls when he wears it. “If we’re doing this,” Wheeler says, “does this mean no more matches?”
Danny considers it for a minute, pressing his lips together. “Maybe – maybe it’s different,” he trails off. “Maybe we try not to knock each other out with our elbows?”
Wheeler grimaces. “Yeah, okay, but you were putting up a hell of a fight and I really, really, wanted that championship back.”
There’s a brief silence, while they both catch their breath.
“I might be over the Ring of Honor scene,” Danny says. He rolls to his back, puts his hands under his head.
“Over it?” Wheeler asks.
“Yeah,” and he looks at Wheeler with the kind of smile that spells trouble. “You think I’d look good with the TNT championship?”
You’d look good with anything, Wheeler thinks, but you look best with me. He settles, instead, for hitting Danny with a pillow.
#yuta x garcia#I did it AGAIN#Wheeler Yuta#Daniel Garcia#*hides in hands* IT JUST HAPPENED OKAY LEAVE ME ALONE I'M ALREADY DEALING WITH IT#in which Sara writes#wtf i like wrestling now???#Mox and Eddie were so fun in this they're such dicks and I love them#Yes go bully your little brother ruin his day!!!!!!#Convince him that love is real and then MOCK HIM FOR IT!
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Number 28: “How drunk was I?”
Fandom: Attack On Titan
Characters: Levi Ackerman and Hange Zoë (mentioned Erwin Smith)
Warnings: Mention of alcohol intake. SFW.
Wordcount: 548
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His eyes were sore. His tongue was sandpaper. His stomach was harboring a raging sea of half-digested meat and alcohol, and what the fuck was that overwhelming light burning through his eyelids and making his head throb?
Oh, the sun.
Levi sat up on the bed, his room turning as he did so. Then, he noticed the figure standing by the windows, gathering the fabric in a corner to make room for more nauseating sunlight.
“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty” Hange was as cheerful as always like they hadn’t drunk at least three times what he did last night. That was an actual abnormal right there.
He tried to protest Shitty Glasses’ presence, but the only sound out of his mouth was a frustrated groan, the actual words stuck behind in his dry mouth.
“Now I know why you always stick to tea. God, you’re a lightweight!” Hange teased, laughing as if the words had brought back memories from the night before.
“Get the fuck out of my room, Four Eyes”, Levi managed to say this time, though his words didn’t carry the bite he intended.
“Check again smart-ass, you’re in my room.”
As the information reached his ears, Levi scanned the messy chamber with more focused eyes.
“Why the hell am I-”
“Because I took care of your sorry drunk ass last night,” Hange laughed, again, the mischievousness of their voice sending shivers down his spine. “You really oughta be nicer to me, you know? God knows how many times I kept you from messing up yesterday”
Levi took a deep breath, unsure if he wanted to know the answer to the question, “how drunk was I?”
He regretted his choice as soon as he saw the way Hange’s face lit up.
“Uh, I don’t know Levi, how drunk would you have to be to make out with all the Section Commanders in the Survey Corps?”
“I did WHAT?”
Hange exploded in laughter.
“Just kidding, just kidding! That was me hahahah!” they raised both hands in mock surrender, dodging a pillow Levi threw in their direction “Jeez, calm down! I did catch you trying to shave off Erwin’s left eyebrow, though.”
“HUH???” his mouth was back to desert levels, and it wasn’t because of the booze.
“Don’t worry, I stopped you.” Hange waved one hand dismissively, “If we’re keeping tabs here, I also kept you from making tea with warm beer and from licking the mess hall countertops to prove they were clean.”
That was it. He would never taste a drop of alcohol EVER AGAIN.
“Thanks, Hange,” Levi said, sincerely, his cheeks a bit warm. The shame for causing trouble and the feeling of being taken care of were new to him, after all.
“Don’t mention it, shorty,” Hange said, already moving towards the exit. They hesitated at the doorframe, turning back to Levi with unsure eyes. “Just a piece of advice: make sure you stay out of Erwin’s path for a bit.”
“Why? I thought you said you stopped me.”
“Yeah, I stopped you from doing anything to the left eyebrow. I never said anything about the right one.” Hange winked and ran out of the room, their laughter echoing across the corridor as the second pillow Levi threw in their direction hit the wall.
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Thanks for the prompt @sixpennydame, I had a lot of fun writing this ^^ I'm also super happy we're mutuals and that I'm already getting to know you more <3
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