Do you want to know how I actually hurt my wrist?
I was hula hooping. Kevin and I attend a class for fitness and for fun.
Oh my god.
I’ve mastered all the moves. The Pizza Toss, the Tornado, the Scorpion, the Oopsie Doodle.
Why are you telling me this?
Because no one… will ever believe you.
You sick son of a bitch.
“I don’t know what to say to you,” the girl said. “Um, thanks, I guess.”
“Thanks is good,” I replied.
Silence stretched, punctuated only by the scuffle of a Sharpie on a page.
We were in the same boat, the girl and I — both at a book festival, both at the end of a long day full of people, both in a signing line that had been going on for an hour already. There was only one big difference between us: she was on one side of the table, and I was on the other. Sometimes that difference seems to matter more than others.
Before I was published, I read a lot of accounts of what it was like to have your work out there, but I never read anything about what it was like to have yourself out there. I suppose I never really thought about it, to tell you the truth. I thought you wrote a book and hopefully people liked it and if I thought about book tours at all, I figured they involved standing on a stage for a bit before disappearing into a rental car. The truth, however, is that now — ten years and fifteen novels in to my career — most of my hours in front of people are spent in a signing line. Forty minutes on a stage or behind a table for a panel, and then two or three hours meeting a few hundred strangers. I had no idea what it would be like.
Someone please sit this man down and make him rest. I feel like every other time I’m drawing him he’s spewing blood
(Random AU Note: About halfway to Recovery Girl’s, Toshinori had to carry Izuku on his back and continue the journey because Izuku tired out quickly. When they got there, they both looked half-dead and Recovery Girl couldn’t help but note that they had the same appearance. She added, “and that’s not a good thing” when she sensed Toshinori’s Happy Dad aura. She didn’t exactly appreciate the fact that they were both half-dead in her office, but she sat them down in chairs and threw a blanket over them anyway.)
There was going to be another panel but my wrist started to hurt. I will never stop though. You can pry this Dad-Might & Mini-Deku friendship/headcanon/AU from my cold dead fingers
if requests are still open, you you think you could do a prequel to the “guess who’s back” fic?? Like with the reader and Harry on the isle before they went to Auradon and maybe a fic about the stuff they’d do together, etc, maybe how they became a couple/how they acted when they were together ? thank you so much if you can !! <333
Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants
Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader
Summary – The prequel to Guess Who’s Back and It’s Our Turn.
Warning(s) - abuse, swearing, implied smut but no descriptions