seen from China
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So . . . Cooking Crush is winning.
I don't know exactly what it is winning besides my whole heart, but it's winning something with it's PSAs about sex workers' rights, consent, and the importance of friendship and communication.
It's also winning the "most OffGun have touched each other in a series" competition, by a mile, which is wild because they had sex in a tent in Not Me, but I'm not complaining. Keep touching each other.
make me feel something
chapters: 6/7
tags: infidelity, toxic hollanov
Luca looks like a cornered prey animal, with those big blue eyes. Shane can see why Ilya likes him. “Um,” Luca says. But Shane holds up a hand and he goes quiet. Shane has all the skill required to pull off shots like the one he stole from Ilya, feints and tricks to fool the goaltender into diving one way when you plan to go the other. But he’s always secretly liked the slapshot. When you’re as good as he is, can target it almost as precisely as tapping the puck home, it has a certain honesty, direct and brutal. “Did Ilya tell you?” he asks. His voice is conversational and mild. “Sorry,” Luca says. “What?”
Shane and Ilya had a plan. Ilya being outed by pictures of him getting a blowjob in an alleyway behind a club from Luca Haas was not part of the plan.
The penultimate chapter (!!) of my not-very-nice Hollanov infidelity fic.
He made some friends
Edit: I fixed it- forgot one of the layers wasn't on--
me and my biggest enemy ( metal wire in bra that has come loose and is trying to escape but digs into my skin)
Feeling Inadequate
I’m trying to write a diner party filled with very smart, clever and witty people, But I’m the person writing their dialogue and I’m feeling singularly slow, dense and dull right now. I really wish all these people had a smarter more amusing person on the keyboard. My inability to make this scene sparkle is slowing down the arrival of this next chapter of “We Regret”.
