i heard it was a special boy’s wriggling day, so i wrote some fluffy popstar AU nonsense. set in this fic’s universe, but you don’t really need much context.
sfw, about 600 words
You prefer Dave’s apartment to your own. No big fucking surprise there, seeing as he lives in an uptown penthouse and your dingy little two-room walk-up barely has enough space for you and the roaches. But it’s not just because Casa del Strider (as he insists on calling it) is bigger and glitzier than yours. It actually feels like a place people are living, instead of just using to park their meat sack overnight.
You stub every toe on a blocky chunk of machinery as soon as you walk in the door. You’re a little too tipsy for it to hurt much, but it made a really loud noise.
Fuck Louis C.K. for tainting by association people and shows I love and admire. I hope this puts an end to ignoring things you don’t like about someone because you think being “edgy” excuses assholery.
And if by chance that I should hold her Let me hold her for a time And if allowed just one possession I would pick her from the garden to be mine - Lyrics from the song “Wildflower” performed by Skylark. It’s from a poem written by
Dave “the Cop” Richardson a Canadian police officer for his girlfriend.