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When the wrestling ends, the victor asserts his control 🤼♂️💪🍑🍆💦🔥
got into another fight (same chair)
(See all the other memes I’ve made..)
Lost Again Chapter 9 is up!!
The wait is over. Chapter 9 is up, and Chapter 10 is going to be up in a few days as well. Yep, you are reading well. It's a 2x1 miracle!
Well... it s short chap, that's the real reason why. I didn't want it to be so long, so I decided to do a short one and a long one.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Small Glimpse:
“I'm trying to protect you.” She insisted.
Your eyes snapped to hers. “From who?" You snarled, and her features contorted in hurt. It was unfair to ask that. There was no right answer to that question. But you wanted to know. You needed to know.
"From anyone that is not me."
After a long wait, here it is, finally. I hope you all enjoy this chapter as we FINALLY go forward in the plot. Like I said, the next chaps are going to be intense, but well, this is the Scream fandom we are talking about.
In another happy news, Wait For Me now has 33 kudos. Wuhuuu! Happy reading for you'll!
Current mood: Zoro stuck in a chimney
No I will not provide one single crumb of context.
one sentence changed everything. I didn’t see it coming, but some buried part of me recognized it on impact. the stomach drop was like a confirmation of something i didn’t know i was considering. it’s sinking, but at the same time resigns you to the truth in a way that almost feels like relief, like remembering divine knowledge.