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Hi, it's me, user Kidnappingvictim99 on tumblr.com! Formally known as Meatwormcritic/Meatwormfanfics. I am even MORE obsessed with Mistrick & Misfiction than I was in 2022-2023. Scroll down to read more about me and what I'll be using this blog for.
I have no clue how to introduce myself, I will try. I would say English isn't my first language so you can't get mad at me for grammatical & spelling errors but I would be LYING! Fun fact: my parents both speak multiple languages and attempted to make me trilingual as a child but I just never picked up on anything besides English. Tragic. I completely forgot French and Arabic (aswell as any other languages I attempted to learn when I was younger). But enough rambling about that. Just take any grammatical or spelling errors as evidence to my hatred of the English language. <- whatever that means.
Time for some actual introduction. For impersonal names, you can call me Meatworm or Meatwormcritic. You can also call me Kidnappingvictim99 if you realllyyy want to.
You can also call me ↓
Lama (لمی, LEM-ah)
Kazeen / Kazi & Kaziana
Muzia
Fairuza
those are my main names, I go by other ones too. (ദ്ദി ๑>•̀๑)
My pronouns are He & She, he preferred. I was born Muharram 8 (December 25th) and am a minor, be aware of that. Dattebayo!
Evil mixed fag, (W)blasian latino + American, I speak English & I'm Learning Arabic. Queer.
INTERESTS
My interests are ↓
Mistrick & Misfiction
My Hero Academia
Demon Slayer
Nana
The Summer Hikaru Died
Pearl & X (A24)
Ghibli movies (specifically Grave Of The Fireflies)
2000s, 90s and 80s movies and music
Horror in general
Musical theatre
Old internet and Tumblr culture / Heritage
Fanfiction and fandom culture in general
Cultural anthropology
Psychology & Linguistics
Queer history
Japanese history (Yamato period, Heian era, Edo period, Taisho era, Showa era. Mostly the heian era.)
Pre-islamic arabian history
Japanese cinematography
+ way more I'm forgetting and don't have the motivation to write again because TUMBLR. DELETED. MY. EDIT. I'll probably fix this up at a later date. The ones in bold are very special to me.
Tumblr deleted my FUCKING edits to this so I'm gonna keep this brief because I do not want to write everything all over again
WHAT I WRITE
I mainly write headcanons. I don't tend to post any of my writing but that's going to change soon. I write for ↓
Mistrick / Misfiction
My Hero Academia
Demon Slayer
The Summer Hikaru Died
That's it. I might edit this list as I grow up and evolve like a pokémon.
DO I TAKE REQUESTS?
I won't write full fics but I will write headcanons. Shoot me an ask and see if I respond. I might not though considering I am a student and EXTREMELY mentally ill. I may just drop random headcanons and scenarios when I feel like it. Dattebayo!
BYF
As stated above, I am extremely mentally ill. Don't expect me to be online all the time or answer your asks.
I am always flying into an angered frenzy and I am crazy. I am always moving closer to my prophesied demise.
I have unhealthy obsessions and am naturally protective over those obsessions.
I don't expect anybody to really interact with me so I'm not worried about writing an extensive BYF or anything, just ask me questions if you're curious.
DISCLAIMER
I think dni lists are functionally useless but I will block you if you're a NSFW / MDNI account. There is more "criteria" but I am lazy. I block freely and very liberally, I will block you if you annoy or disgust me. Do not reach out to ask why you're blocked/ask if you can be unblocked. I don't care.
MY TAGS (ok, I made this addition hours upon hours after the original post. But I thought it was relevant.)
#Kidnappingvictim99 / Meatwormcritic = general tag encompassing most of my posts
#Meatworm speaks = I give my thoughts on a topic, usually something stupid.
#Lama laments = more personal complaint / slightly more serious topics
↑ possibly more to be added.
Ok bye that's all I'M STILL SO MAD THAT TUMBLR DELETED THE EDIT I MADE HERE AUGHHHHHHHH IF IT DELETES IT AGAIN I'M GOING TO EXPLODE AND KILL PEOPLE
proofread:yup
wc:222
WARNINGS:just short cute fluff!
Sleepyhead!Matt who walks around tiredly all day long.mumbling and grumbling about how he can’t wait to go to sleep or till they get home to his only slightly annoyed girlfriend.on days out he would try and not complain as much in order to keep her happy with whatever they were doing but his tiredness was only apparent to everyone.he most definitely has anemia.
Cuddlelover!reader who will take any possible chance she can get to cuddle with Matt.the way their bodies fit together when he spoons her is like two puzzle pieces.it doesn’t matter if it’s in the couch, his bed, a longer chair, she will take whatever opportunity she can to snuggle up to him.the prickly feeling in his stumble nipping at his forehead lightly.
Although you would think this would make bout of their needs be met easily there’s on issue, Matt is hot sleeper.so on those fateful nights where y/n wants nothing more then to snuggle up close to her tired boyfriend, she unfortunately wakes up across the bed with all the blankets and pillows practically shoved onto her.a small smile can’t help but creep onto her face as she looks to her left to see a tranquil Matt, fast asleep comfortably, it’s just unfortunate it’s not with her.
𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘉𝘺 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘶𝘷𝘴𝘹™
welcome to my blog! here are the links to whatever you might be looking for
┊About me ┊Rules┊ M.list
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I'd like to say i'm pretty lenient and don't have a lot of rules but that being said there obviously some things i'm just not comfortable writing!
fluff
smut
angst
long stories
multi part
platonic
headcannons
blurbs
reader specific descriptions; my writing is for everyone no matter what they may look like
nick x fem!reader, thats just weird...
triplets x oc, i'm just not a fan of oc fics
anything sacrilegious
triplets x their friends
incest; thats a crime!
piss, shit, vomit kinks, just gross plus I have emetophobia and coprophobia so no ty
stockholm syndrome
teen anything
I just reada really good fic but halfway through I realized "oh shit this is really familiar.... didn't I write something like this once?" And as I kept reading I kept predicting what happened next and the further I went the more convinced I was that they'd ripped off my story-
like, copied the ENTIRE plot and re-written it, just better than I had? The characters were more fleshed-out than mine were, and the POV was more interesting, and the pace made more sense- but it was MY STORY?
So close to the end I was like "holy shit.. do I message them? Ask if my story inspired theirs? Should I be angry? Flattered?" Cause their tags and description didn't mention me AT ALL, which, sure, it's fanfiction to begin with, but if you're using my work than at least credit me as inspo, right? Just to be courteous?
But I get to the end of the final chapter, and it's not finished, and I'm kind of disappointed cause I never finished my story and I was really immersed in their version now and had been looking forwards to seeing how they tied up my loose ends- so I scroll to the bottom to leave a comment, and.
It's MY URL.
IT WAS MY STORY THE WHOLE TIME.
THE ONE *I WROTE*.
In *2013*.
And FORGOT ABOUT
BECAUSE I WAS SO INSECURE ABOUT MY SLOPPY, SHALLOW, AMETEUR WRITING
And I'm just sitting here now staring into space thinking about every shitty story I've ever written now like
IT WAS ALL GOOD?
IT WAS GOOD THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME??
i'm new to tumblr, but as i've found myself returning to my roots of obsessing over fandoms, i figured this is the place to be! i honestly know little to nothing about tumblr-etiquette, but i figured i'd just start out by introducing myself! my username is ✨🎃will-o-whiisper🌿✨ y'all can call me whiisp/willow (honestly whatever) though. pronouns: she/they age: 18 otp: supercorp (i have an unhealthy attachment, someone save me) fandoms: supergirl, killing eve, taylor swift, atla, lok, six of crows, heartstopper, stranger things, stardew valley, rick and morty, disenchantment, the dragon prince, carole & tuesday, wakfu, arcane fav ships: supercorp, villaneve, brittana, elmax (lumax too tbh), bubbline, korrasami, are we sensing a pattern?, percabeth hobbies: ✨drawing✨, ✨writing✨, singing, songwriting, acting i created this account to immerse myself in my fandoms haha, but also to post fanart, headcanons, document my fanfic writing, etc. i usually create original art and writing, so i'm getting used to (specifically writing) more fandom oriented content. i'm currently working on a supercorp fanfiction alongside an original sapphic superhero comic and an original book series. i'd like to use fanart as a way to motivate myself to get back into drawing, as i've been feeling a disconnect from my need to create art as of late. i'd like to specifically work on expressions and character interaction. if anyone has any requests for a drawing (of characters i know) feel free to let me know! it might inspire me (though i can't guarantee i'll end up drawing it). the image attached is a fairly recent piece of fanart of mine! i look forward to posting more soon :)
new fandom as of April 2024. Art: Prowlastator Fanart 1. TF1 Megatron. Other: Sixshot.
Optimus Prime/Megatron [ complete, 3600 words ]
The conception had been intentional. He had intended the offspring to be used as a tool. A new and very powerful tool by which to torment Optimus Prime.
The one thing Megatron had not correctly anticipated was the effect the sparkling would have upon himself.
Optimus Prime/Megatron [ incomplete, ongoing ]
Perhaps, in time, with this being before him, Optimus could learn to forgive himself for his failure to save the other one.
Optimus Prime finally kills Megatron and ends the war. Decades later, while leading a rebuilt and now prosperous Cybertron, the Prime takes a young lover to whom he feels a strong and unexpected attraction.
At their spark bonding, the mech that Optimus thought was his spouse becomes someone else entirely. Someone he used to know.
Prowl/Scavenger [ complete, 2850 words ]
Scavenger is a simpering, stupid mech, and so ugly Prowl has to dim the lights to their lowest setting. However, Scavy’s sweet nature means that he’ll never gloat or brag about secretly spiking his superior in a supply closet every day.
Rakul [ incomplete, ongoing ] Content Warning: Non-consent & dark themes. Mind the tags. The Demon King claims his latest virgin sacrifice. And begins a path to atonement. Male/Female demon/human. 6 of 11 chapters, 24579 words with art by author & fanart. Ch.6 art.
Simshian [ incomplete, ongoing ] Pursued by a demon of the castle, the elven Counselor must decide just how much of himself he’s willing to give his unexpected new lover. Male/Male demon/elf. 3 of 6 chapters, 7795 words with smut.
Follow me on Twitter and Instagram [ @ foreverforty2 ]
[ Star Trek Fanfiction ] Vulcans.
Explicit male/female Vulcan/human
His Eyes Speak [ complete ] Vulcans control Earth. A human woman, convicted as a criminal, agrees to endure a sentence of three years punishment as a sex provider for Vulcan males during their pon farr. Not long after the completion of her sentence while on Vulcan, she is abducted by an anonymous former client, taken to his home and used thoroughly… but finds herself submitting willingly to the needs of her intense and possessive captor. 14.6k words with art by author: Art 1, Art 2, Art 3.
[ Star Wars Fanfiction ] Grand Admiral Thrawn.
(all with explicit content)
Facilitation [complete > but more to come… ] A hot Rukh dominates Thrawn and directs Eli in their threesome. 6626 words with art by author.
Miithrawn [complete] A conventional romance with Thrawn x female OC. 21269 words with fanart.
Vun’kebah [complete] Thrawn x female OC, unconventional relationship. 15237 words with fanart.
Embur [complete] Thrawn, Kallus, Zeb x female OC. Crack pwp with random plot. 15688 words with fanart.
Thrawn Fanart: - Introspective - Bowie -
DISCLAIMER. Reading and writing non-consensual sexual fiction is an exploration of fantasy, and is not at all an endorsement of, nor invitation to, non-consent in real life.
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i started a new story on Wattpad! You should check it out!!! the link to my profile is in a previous post :)
Ciao!
Io sono interessato a scorprire le amicizia italiani per parlare con mentre imparo la lingua! Il mio blog è in inglese ma io parlo di scrivere e l’anime (sopratutto my hero academia).
Mi mandi un messaggio se interessa o se hai una raccomanda italiana per i film/le serie, musica, o i libri :)
interested in writing a second part to a short togachako fic i wrote?
i dont really plan on doing anything with this piece so i think it'd be really fun to see people's takes on how to continue it! like a super low pressure writing game
if you do participate, pls tag me or reblog so i can see your contribution!! even if its just a few lines!
the fic is a loose play on frankenstein with some adam & eve elements thrown in (and the unnamed girl is ochako)
have at it! :)
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Toga was a bloodied thing, she knew.
She was born with cold metal kissing her bare skin and electricity shrieking down her spine. Her first breath- a choking, cut-off scream- was not even her own, the memory too tightly braided with the boom of Dr. Garaki's laughter in his small laboratory.
I made you, he had explained, pain still ringing oddly in her skull.
She had been made, not born, and no one loved to remind her of this fact more than Dr. Garaki himself.
Pet, he called her, grinning indulgently in his tall, wingback office chair. The reflection of his glasses shone like fire. Like the spark that had jolted her alive.
I made you, he’d say. I made you.
But what am I? Toga would ask, twin pinpricks of too-sharp teeth digging into her too-wide lips while she fumbled out the words, warmth dribbling from her rosy smile.
Dr. Garaki did not like this image, nor the question.
You are my creation, he’d snap, the floor rumbling with the force of his rise from the wingback chair. Do you not trust me, pet?
Toga would watch the sky flash outside the dark windows of the laboratory and nod, nod, nod because she did not know what she was but she knew punishment well.
All Toga knew was punishment and Inside.
The Inside of the laboratory, which smelled faintly of the coins that slipped between uneven couch cushions, and the Inside of Toga- drawn from her own disordered lips- red as plush velvet and twice as sweet.
Good, Dr. Garaki would say from behind his wide, unbreachable desk. Now behave.
Behave, behave, behave.
This word buzzed around Toga’s head like the constant drone of heavy machinery in the lab. It followed her when she closed her fists around home-smelling coins, retrieved from their hiding places late at night, and when she draped her goose-bumped body in the off-limits, grass-green curtains, and, louder still, when she peered out of small, dirt-smeared windows, asking after the word for grass.
Red had leaked from her cheek, then, bursting forth from the skin by the rings adorning Dr. Garaki’s punishing hand. But the word had slipped out as he’d shouted.
Toga’s tongue had darted to the corner of her mouth and she’d imagined the word blooming over her tongue- swallowed and safe within herself.
Yes, Toga knew of Inside well. She craved the taste of Outside, now.
Outside she saw a girl with red flowers in her hand, picked from the border of Dr. Garaki’s property, and high on her cheeks laid a dusting of soft-petalled blush.
Toga had never known the color red could be so gentle.
Toga longed to be picked from the laboratory like the thorned stems in the girl’s steady hands. To be lifted up. To be held.
“You’re not supposed to be looking through there,” Twice whispered from over Toga’s shoulder. “It’s bad.”
Toga gnawed on her bottom lip, drawing red to the surface until she matched the roses being carried further and further from the laboratory.
“Why?” she asked.
Toga didn’t know who she was asking- Twice, the disappearing girl, or the flowers?
Twice was the only one to respond.
“Because Dr. Garaki said it’s bad,” he reminded her nervously.
Toga watched the girl’s form begin to blur on the horizon.
Twice shook her shoulder and Toga’s gaze slipped to the touch, observing the firm boundary between Toga and Twice. His fingers held the same shape as Dr. Garaki’s- more same than Toga’s- yet held none of the anger. Only urgency.
“How come Dr. Garaki gets to make all the rules?” Toga asked.
Twice’s hand slipped away like the question had bitten him, and, Toga thought to herself, maybe it had. With Twice’s same-enough hands he could cradle lessons from Dr. Garaki on how to name the objects in the laboratory. His scratching fingers could be gently pulled away from his seams. He could hold close the smiling shape of son on Dr. Garaki’s lips.
Twice held the honor of being made same-enough while Toga’s hands and heart and smile were wrong, wrong, wrong.
Pet, Dr. Garaki said, teeth glistening behind a simper. Filthy-
“Mr. Garaki wants what’s best for us,” Twice said, twitching on the last syllable and scratching the ragged line carved down his forehead.
“Does he?” Toga questioned.
How do you know? she wanted to ask. She craved his certainty with a desperation that left her Inside chest pounding hard against the firm line of her Outside body.
Twice twitched.
“I trust him.”
The dull roar of the laboratory seemed loud today, and Toga felt restless.
“Do you trust?” Twice asked.
Toga’s mouth quivered and she turned her gaze back to the small window. The girl was gone now but she would be back tomorrow.
Toga flinched as the door slammed open and Dr. Garaki appeared a moment later.
Pet or-
“Filthy woman,” Dr. Garaki muttered, striding forward to yank the green curtain from Toga’s body. The view of Outside disappeared.
Toga shivered.
“Don’t you know your shame dirties you?” Dr. Garaki continued, staring at the Outside of her body.
Could he see the Inside?
Toga desperately hoped that he couldn’t.
“It’s unbecoming of my creations,” he stated before spinning on his covered foot to stride through his office door, a box of rattling machine parts held in his arms.
Toga’s trust in Dr. Garaki was as brittle as the vase she had tipped over the other day, fascinated by the sound it made when it hit the floor. Left in a puddle of red after Dr. Garaki had found her.
Inside herself, Toga said, I do not trust Dr. Garaki, and shame bloomed hot and heavy in her chest.
She felt like the vase, one breathless moment before it shattered.
“Toga?” Twice whispered, eyes drooping with concern.
“It’s cold,” Toga whispered.
Twice fidgeted for a moment, his nails hesitating a few inches from his sewn-together face. After a furtive glance towards Dr. Garaki’s closed office door, he gave into the urge to scratch, leaving raking, red lines across his Outside.
“I know,” he murmured. “Do I? I…yes. I know.”
Toga blinked away the blurry heat gathering in her eyes and reached out with her not-same-enough hand until it rested on Twice’s knee.
Slowly, she ran her hand up and down one length of his leg. Then faster.
Twice stared.
“See?” she whispered. “It makes warmth.”
“I…” Twice peeked over his shoulder, towards the door Dr. Garaki had disappeared behind. “…see. I see. I do.”
Toga removed her hand and watched Twice repeat the action for himself.
Toga turned back to the green curtain, looking in the place she knew the window lived, and began rubbing warmth back into her arms as she imagined the girl.
I trust her, Toga decided.
And how lovely was it for there to be a her that wasn’t Toga? A her that Toga might be same-enough for.
Dr. Garaki cursed the Outside people but Toga bit her lip and danced with the idea that the girl from Outside might see Toga- red as the roses she always returned to- and pluck her, instead.
And then maybe Toga could live how she wanted to. Cursed or not.
Experiencing writers block please give me prompts for a pjo, hoo, totk/botw/eow or Arcane fanfic (if you see this don't just like and repost please give me a prompt)
P.S No smut, furthest I'll go is a makeout or 2 but I can write fluff, angst or action. I write for literally any character, please just request something (might not be great at eow fanfics cus I only got it yesterday and I'm stuck on the fight with Jabu Jabu)
I have had an incredibly long day and just got home from a karaoke night with friends.
But chapter five and six of my fanfic The One And Only Ouroboros are out on Wattpad!!! Please check it out it would mean the world to me!!!
Chapter three of my fanfic titled The One and Only Ouroboros on Wattpad is now out at 06:08
Yay!!!
Also I recently read The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton and for fun I wrote a fic of a part of the book in Johnny’s perspective
If you don’t want spoilers scroll!
It’s about Johnnys death, it’s short, only around two thousand words but should I post it on Wattpad?
I’ve updated chapter two of my book The One and only Ouroboros!
This is the cover! The books on wattpad!
I post a new chapter every Wednesday!
Once in a blue moon, but every day in my head I just never transfer it into words
Doesn’t matter if you write in a frequent basis, or once in a blue moon, just how many of us are there?
FOLLOW POOKIE PLSSSS!!!
My bbg makes the best fanfics ever I promise. I was obsessed, and still am, with this one Overtime fanfic they made. She is amazing!!! Please support Inky by following and reblogging any of their works she’ll post on here.
Me when you follow:
Hello my name is inky and welcome to my tumblr page!! Plz read this post it has a lot of info i don’t know how to use tumblr yet so please bear with me!!
☆- I will be writing fanfics here of overtime and eltingville club ^^ (and maybe more)
☆- plz do be patient with me!! i don’t wanna rush and accidentally misspell or anything
☆- I write fluff and smut and i can do oneshots as well but i wont be writing smut of the eltingville club but maybe i will if people want me too (the epilogue ver of them)
☆- My fanfics are mostly character x female reader but i can do male too but im not used to writing male reader but just lmk if you want me to write that
☆- I would appreciate advice :) Like any misspellings or suggestions! Sometimes I accidentally write the character out of character so please dm me about them and lmk anytime
☆-I wont accept hate comments i just delete them tbh LMAO 😭
☆- thats pretty much all for my intro :D
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"Ao3 should allow multiple kudos" "I want to be able to leave more than one kudos"
COMMENT ON THE FUCKING FIC
I SWEAR TO GOD NO ONE COMMENTS MUCH NOW WHEN THE ONLY WAY TO SHOW APPRECIATION FOR A SINGLE CHAPTER IS COMMENTING AND I AM NOT HAVING THIS BULLSHIT BE LIKE TIKTOK WHERE NO ONE EVER COMMENTS POSITIVITY
FOR FUCKS SAKE JUST COMMENT ON THE FUCKING FIC YOU DON'T NEED A MULTIPLE KUDOS BUTTON YOU NEED ACTUAL WORDS
TRUST ME ON ANY WEBSITE OR APP I POST COMMENTS AND WORDS ARE 10X BETTER THAN ANY PLAIN LIKE AND WORDLESS REBLOG IF YOU LIKE SOMETHING LEAVE WORDS
COMMENT
ON
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FUCKING
FICS
I found the strikethrough feature! :D
To my followers who maybe followed me for my fanfic and to anybody else who wants to vote:
When it comes to the way Dazai and Chuuya defeat Rimbaud, should I follow the anime or the novel? I am torn between using the cloth versus them holding hands. I have both parts written but I am still torn between which one I should do. The cloth has red string of fate symbolism but holding hands is intimate and means they touch. Pick for me?
So I am almost done with the entirety of fifteen. The battle with Rimbaud is a lot shorter than I thought so I have room for some extra moments! Yay! At least three more chapters of somewhat copied content to go than I can have creative license again. Can't wait to write about [Redacted] and Chuuya eating a meal together.
Under the Winter Moon
My contribution to the Frozen x Beauty & the Beast Yuletide Gift Exchange 2024 created for @true--north.
Christmas can be a wonderful time of celebration and giving, but sometimes gifts aren’t the only things that come unwrapped. Will Elsa and Anna get their hearts’ true Christmas wishes? Rated T.
Shout out! The dividers in the work were created by the amazing @strangergraphics! Thank you 🩵
Please do not post or use my work for any purpose without express permission.
That little ♥️ means so much to creators! It takes a lot of effort to create something and share it with you. We are real people, not AI. When you read a fic or enjoy an artwork, please take a moment to tap that little kudos/like button and you might just impact someone in a positive way more than you could imagine. Spread the love!
Something I've noticed on AO3 in the last two years is the lack of kudos and comments left on fanfics.
Fanfics have an increasing number of hits, but their kudos and comments remain minimal.
I understand that leaving comments is daunting, but kudos is the easiest thing you can do to show support and appreciation for an author.
Part of me wants to blame BookTok and the commercialized consumption of books.
Readers are more demanding and impatient for content, but they're quick to move on once a book is published. It's a constant demand for 'More, more, more' without appreciating and/or supporting authors. And these readers are now getting into fanfic.
I don't want to complain because it's not productive. But if you're new and getting into fanfic: Support writers.
Support means leaving kudos on AO3, and if you're able, leaving a comment. It's simple courtesy.
I won't lie to you, as a fanfic author I've gone through the most traumatic moments of my life thinking "ah, this is gonna make really good fic material"
pros and cons of becoming an ao3 author
pros
1. can share fanfics
2. reach wider audience
3. fun little community
cons
1. will have terrible events befall you
2. posting on that website is an immediate curse
3. you cant escape
one: alright let’s go i’m so inspired!!
two: where tf did the inspiration go to.
three: shit is this ooc?? oh god????????
four: distractions are everywhere and my brain keeps focusing on the random fly that is on the other side of them room instead of actually writing this- did i use the right “you’re”????????? too many things going on what the fuuuuuciejhuihrwjgwrbejhfnjhest
five: started making it. had a breakdown. bon appetit.
Literally me, That's why I always end up commenting something like: please update but if you don't want to update that's okay too, but an update would be greatly appreciated
Sometimes I feel guilty for saying "please update soon" or such that'll *probably* make the author rush to write the fic, it makes me feel like a manipulator, I am really sorry if I ever commented as such on your fic or your prompt or your dm, that was so selfish of me 🙏
Valentine’s Day with the boys
PAIRING(S) — Eltingville Club Boys
WARNINGS — None
SUMMARY — Spending valentines day with these losers (i hope they explode/pos)
A/N — I know I posted yesterday but I just realized it's valentines day and I got this request so perfect timing!!
♡ Bill Dickey most likely forgot all about the holiday and bluntly told you so. He does the bare minimum, getting you candy (most likely melted/expired), a balloon that's slowly deflating, and a single flower that is slowly dying from lack of water. (At least he tried). He doesn't put in a lot (any) of effort but you still try to enjoy the small things he did for you.
"Thanks bill."
"Yeah, yeah. Happy Valentines day or whatever."
♡ Jerry Strokes has no idea what to give you. (He's not around any girls, cut him some slack.) He may have his mom help him get stuff for you (She's probably convinced that you're not real or you're dating him out of pity but she keeps that to herself.) He (his mom) gets you a small scented candle, some candy, and a balloon. He tries to act calmly giving you your gifts. (You already know his mom helped him.)
"Sorry I took so long my mo- I mean I was getting your stuff."
"Thanks Jer, this was really sweet of you."
♡ Pete Dinunzio got you one of those cheesy horror Valentine's Day cards, instantly regretted buying you it, and just ended up getting you a DVD of a horror movie he had planned to watch with you. He also got you a (knock off, which in his defense he didn't know was a knock off until he got home and really looked at it) plushie from a movie he had made you watch, which you said you enjoyed.
"I also got you a card but I uh..I lost it." (liar)
"That's okay I'm surprised you actually bought me something, thanks Pete."
♡ Josh Levy got you a tee-shirt from one of your fav movies or shows (or one of your interests). He also took you out to Burger Moat. However, you guys ended up leaving immediately without paying because the rest of the club just so happened to also be there while you guys were there. Not because of you he just feels insecure standing next to you because you could do so much better and they wouldn't have helped how he was feeling. You guys ended up going back to his house and watching a movie of his/your choice and ended up falling asleep during it.
"Zzz..."
"Zzzz..."
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ME SOME ELTINGVILLE CLUB SUGGESTIONS PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏
I am taking suggestions please feel free to ask or leave in the comments!!
- k1ttef1a