the wedding of morons

Best Served Cold

If Obito were even ten seconds slower, he’d have been too late.

It all happens in a blur; the moment he swings himself up onto the edge of the balcony, his eye catches on a slim figure in dark clothes, just approaching the wide glass doors with their covering of steel grills. In the same moment, there’s a spark of red across black cloth, all but invisible in the night. Across the busy street, on one of the top floors of an office building, light dances across cold metal, and Obito doesn’t even try to shout a warning. He hurls himself across the balcony with every ounce of speed he has and tackles the figure just as they reach for the lock.

In the same instant, there’s a muffled pop, and a bullet slams through the thick glass.

“God damn it!” Obito’s captive hisses, but Obito wraps an arm around her waist and leaps for the far edge of the terrace. Another pop, another bullet, and this one is even closer as it slams into stone, showering them with chips of stone. With a snarl of warning, Obito shoves his target around the corner, pushing her down, and whirls to bring his own gun up. There’s no time to aim, no chance to actually hit the bastard when Obito doesn’t have a rifle and scope with him, but he eyeballs it, squeezes the trigger, and dives after the woman as another shot cracks the stone where he’s been standing. At the same moment, glass cracks with a shattering crash across the street, and Obito pushes the target hard, trying to get her moving towards the far side of the building.

“Go!” he urges, and with an irritated huff she scampers along the narrow ledge, grabs a zip line between gloved hands, and vaults over the side of the museum. Obito shoves his gun back into its holster and follows her, landing lightly in the statuary garden behind the building. The woman is nowhere to be seen, but a maintenance gate is standing just a little ajar, and Obito wriggles through the gap, emerging into the lush darkness of the botanical garden that abuts the museum.

“You know,” he says into the darkness, more than a little annoyed, “thank you is generally what people say in this kind of situation.”

“My diamonds,” the woman says instead, a mournful lament, and Obito rolls his eyes as he steps into the small pagoda that overlooks a decorative pond.

Sniper, Rin,” he reminds her, exasperated. “Aiming for your head. Priorities, please.”

Rin drags her ski mask off to pout at him, brushing her bobbed hair out of her face. “Diamonds,” she insists. “Obito, we’ve been casing that building for weeks, and now it’s ruined.”

“But your head isn’t!”

Of course, Rin just waves that off. “Now security’s going to be insane,” she complains, folding her arms over her chest.

Obito is so done with this. “Someone just tried to kill you, and you’re worried about rocks?”

“Pretty rocks. Valuable rocks. Rocks that I spent a very long time planning to steal, Obito,” Rin insists, casting a dark look back at the museum. She heaves a sigh that’s overly thick with regret. “I bet every silent alarm in the place is going off right now.”

“Except the one for a dead would-be intruder,” Obito reminds her, because it can’t be overstated. “If I hadn’t gotten to you in time—”

That at least gets him a laugh, and Rin reaches up to cup his scarred cheek. “Yes, yes, you rode to my rescue like always, dashing hero, et cetera, et cetera. And here I thought you’d heard about our heist and were coming to join us again.”

Obito rolls his eye, though he doesn’t bat her hand away. It’s Rin, after all. “I don’t think assassin falls under the necessary skills to be a white knight, Rin. I’m not a thief anymore. You shouldn’t hold your breath that I will be again.”

Rin rolls her eyes right back, stepping a little away to prop her hands on her hip. “But we were good thieves,” she wheedles, though Obito can see the mischief in her expression. “Remember the casino in Kiri? The bank in Suna? The hotel in Ame?”

Making a face at her, Obito looks away, checking their surrounding so he doesn’t have to face the full force of Rin’s puppy dog eyes. “You know I make as much in one contract as you do in three heists,” he reminds her. “And this is a family business. If you have a problem with me killing people—”

Rin smacks him over the head.

(Obito probably should have seen that coming.)

With a yelp, he leaps back to get out of range, because Rin never stops at just one hit. At the same time, hands close around his elbows from behind, dragging him up against a hard chest, and it’s only a very vivid burst of sense-memory that keeps Obito from flipping the bastard over his shoulder and stabbing him.

“What are we talking about?” Kakashi asks, almost directly against Obito’s skin. It would take a stronger man then Obito not to shiver at the feeling.

“Assassinations,” Rin says cheerfully, stepping forward to tap her fingers against Obito’s chest.

Kakashi hums in acknowledgement, though he doesn’t lift his head. His flyaway hair brushes Obito’s cheek, and Obito can feel the sound more than he hears it. “Is that what that was? Rin, did you get into a death feud with someone and not tell me?

“It was Madara,” Obito says before she can answer. “And—can you let go of me? Hands to yourself, Bakashi!”

Kakashi, of course, does not let go. “Madara?” he asks, and there’s the faintest edge of darkness to his voice. “Your partner Madara?”

Rin is starting to frown as well, and Obito waves his hands as much as he can while still in Kakashi’s grip, trying to get them off this track. “No, no, not like that. He was an asshole so I left to work on my own, and he’s pissy because I’m better than him and he’s only making half as much money now. This was him trying to get revenge against me.”

“By coming after us?” This makes Rin beam. “Obito, you really do care!” she says cheerfully.

“Of course I care,” Obito grouses, huffing and slumping back into Kakashi’s hold. “It’s been the three of us since we were, what, six? You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Not even by getting married.”

Kakashi chuckles, his fingers tightening just a little. “I would have thought the way we fought over who got you as best man was convincing enough.”

And we offered to let you join in on our wedding night,” Rin points out, her smile far too bright to be saying things like—like that. Obito flushes, on the verge of spluttering, but before he can she adds, “So how many times has Madara tried to kill you since you left?”

Behind him, Kakashi goes stiff, but Obito ignores the overprotective idiot. “Ten times?” he hazards, though he can’t quite remember clearly. “It’s fine, he’s a moron who can’t use a gun. All of his stuff is arranged accidents or poisonings. I’m fine.”

“I don’t know,” Kakashi says mildly. “That sort of looked like a gun to me just now.”

Obito snorts rudely. “Yeah, and no offense to Rin, but if I was behind the trigger she would have been dead six times over before she even got to the balcony. Madara’s an overly dramatic moron.”

“Says the man who cried at our wedding.” But there’s tension easing out of Kakashi’s fingers, and when Obito glances back and up at him, he crinkles his eyes in a smile about his half-mask.

Emotional is not the same as dramatic,” Obito insists hotly. “And would you let me go, please?”

Kakashi hums low in his throat like he’s considering it, gaze slipping away from Obito to land on Rin. He lifts a brow in silent question, and Rin’s grin slides back onto her face, her delight clear. Apparently that’s answer enough, because Kakashi chuckles a little and leans down again, pressing his mouth to the curve of Obito’s neck.

Obito stiffens, jerks, and squawks, “What are you doing, Bakashi!?”

“If you’ve forgotten,” Kakashi says, still perfectly mild, “I think it’s about time we remind you.”

“Like a thank you for saving my life!” Rin agrees cheerfully, trailing her fingers down the center of Obito’s chest. “Think of it as a Hallmark card, but with more orgasms.”

One of the hands holding Obito’s elbow vanishes for a moment, and there’s a rustle of cloth. This time when Kakashi nips at his skin, his mouth is entirely uncovered, and Obito jolts and gasps. “But,” he manages as Rin leans up to kiss him, and for half a minute that’s far more interesting than words. Especially when Kakashi’s hands settle on his hips and drag him back even more firmly. When Rin finally surrenders his mouth, dragging her teeth across his lower lip, he groans and tries desperately, “But—revenge, I have to get revenge on Madara because he’s an asshole—”

Rin pouts at him in the way she knows he’s weak to, the witch. “Really, Obito? You’re thinking about revenge at a time like this? It’s been so long since we were all in bed together. Don’t you want to have some fun?”

“You just want to see Kakashi fuck me again,” Obito accuses, and from behind him Kakashi makes a very interested sound and scrapes his teeth over the spot on Obito’s jaw that always makes him lose control of his knees. Obito sucks in a hard breath, eye closing automatically, and Rin laughs.

“This is true,” she says without an ounce of shame, fingers ghosting over his belt. “Can you blame me? It’s been four years. Besides, I want a piece of you too.”

Her light touch turns into a definite grope, and it takes effort for Obito not to whine through his teeth. “But—plan. I have a plan and I need to go—”

Kakashi makes an intent sound against the curve of his shoulder. “Oh? For your revenge? You’re not just going to shoot him?”

“Mmm.” Obito breaks the kiss that Rin pulls him into, trying to drag his wayward thoughts back under control. They all seem to be taking a nosedive and heading south. “I—yes. Yes, I have the perfect plan. There’s this—this outstanding contract Madara has—oh.”

“Outstanding contract,” Kakashi prompts cheerfully, as if he didn’t just stick his hands up Obito’s shirt.

“On a businessman,” Obito forges on doggedly. “Madara was gleeful for days after he got it, because they have history. So I’m going to get there first.”

“And kill him before Madara can?” Rin asks, though her attention seems to mostly be on Obito’s abs as she follows the path of Kakashi’s fingers.

With an aggravated huff, Obito turns, getting ahold of Kakashi’s turtleneck and pulling him in for a hard kiss that’s full of teeth. “No,” he insists, pulling back. “I’m going to save the bastard and keep him alive no matter what, just to spite Madara.”

Rin laughs, pulling back a little. “That sounds like a good plan,” she agrees, and when Obito makes the mistake of looking at her she makes that one face, halfway between sultry and a pout, that always does terrible things to Obito’s willpower. “But it can wait until tomorrow, can’t it, Obito? Or…maybe the day after?” She traces her fingers down his chest, looking up at him through her lashes, and Kakashi pulls him in even tighter, halfway to a hug but with a very prominent bulge in his jeans.

“Oh god I hate you both,” Obito says, and Rin laughs because she knows that’s his surrender.

“You brought your bike, didn’t you?” she asks coyly. “I’ll take the car back to the hotel. Kakashi, why don’t you make sure he doesn’t change his mind?”

“I can do that,” Kakashi agrees cheerfully, nipping lightly at Obito’s ear. “You can tell me more about your revenge on the way. There’s no way that’s all of it, knowing you.”

“Keep implying that I’m a tricky bastard and I’ll prove you right,” Obito threatens as Rin leans up for another kiss. “I just—ah, Rin, god—I can only stay one night, okay?”

“We’ll revisit the discussion at a later time,” Rin decides, and her bright, sunny smile returns. “After we’ve wrecked you the second time, maybe?”

It’s vaguely sort of possible that Obito whimpers.

Maybe revenge is overrated.

What’s really incredibly hilarious is when certain pansexuals try to spoon-feed me the dictionary definitions of bisexuality and pansexuality as a way to imply that because I identify as bi instead of pan, I’m inherently transphobic and NB-phobic

like lmao okay sure honey tell that to the transmasculine non-binary person wearing my ring I’ll make sure to include a big fuck you in our wedding vows you pretentious fucking moron

Let Me Love You - Part 3

Pairing: Jensen x Reader 

Word Count: 1,055

Summary: The reader has not heard from Jensen in over two years, he randomly calls one day and it completely turns her world upside down.

Part 1 Part 2 


Well shit. 

You look down and notice his wedding ring is gone. How the hell did you miss that?! 

“You…wait a minute.” You stutter out.

Jensen pulls the ring out of his pocket and drops it on the table.

“I still have to wear this in public until the divorce is announced. I don’t want to deal with any rumors. But we are officially separated.” 

You study his face and realize he doesn’t seem that upset.

“You don’t appear to be that unhappy about it. Should I be saying congratulations?” You say annoyed.

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On Iwaizumi's wedding day
  • Iwaizumi: What's this?
  • Oikawa: Your old Seijoh uniform. You know the saying, something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.
  • Iwaizumi: This is TEAL! And you can't give me a wedding gift if it's OUR wedding, moron!

abbessolute  asked:

How old are you that you randomly got carded in the bar? I haven't got carded in so long...I feel old.

I’m frickin 33 years old!! I have a multitude of silver glitter growing from my head. I mean… I haven’t been carded honestly since… well, funny story… my wedding night 11 years ago. lol. 

So… our reception hall was this awesome place that I love on Staten Island, and behind the building was this old like, biker bar. So when the old pple went home, those of us cool cats that was hanging out decided to go to the bar. Now, I decide that since it’s my big day, I’m gonna NOT EVER take off my wedding dress. So here I go bouncing like a moron into a biker bar in my WEDDING GOWN and VEIL and they asked for i.d.!! I mean, at the time I was 22, so I can appreciate that I looked young, cause I did. But I didn’t have my bag with me because… WEDDING GOWN. so the bartender yells at the bouncer, “let her in! She’s the princess tonight!” And I was equal parts excited and terrified. lol. Good Times… 

anonymous asked:

What non-'reverse' fic are you currently working on right now? Any hints you'd like to give us that would leave us chomping at the bit for more?

If Obito were even ten seconds slower, he’d have been too late.

It all happens in a blur; the moment he swings himself up onto the edge of the balcony, his eye catches on a slim figure in dark clothes, just approaching the wide glass doors with their covering of steel grills. In the same moment, there’s a spark of red across black cloth, all but invisible in the night. Across the busy street, on one of the top floors of an office building, light dances across cold metal, and Obito doesn’t even try to shout a warning. He hurls himself across the balcony with every ounce of speed he has and tackles the figure just as they reach for the lock.

In the same instant, there’s a muffled pop, and a bullet slams through the thick glass.

“God damn it!” Obito’s captive hisses, but Obito wraps an arm around her waist and leaps for the far edge of the terrace. Another pop, another bullet, and this one is even closer as it slams into stone, showering them with chips of stone. With a snarl of warning, Obito shoves his target around the corner, pushing her down, and whirls to bring his own gun up. There’s no time to aim, no chance to actually hit the bastard when Obito doesn’t have a rifle and scope with him, but he eyeballs it, squeezes the trigger, and dives after the woman as another shot cracks the stone where he’s been standing. At the same moment, glass cracks with a shattering crash across the street, and Obito pushes the target hard, trying to get her moving towards the far side of the building.

“Go!” he urges, and with an irritated huff she scampers along the narrow ledge, grabs a zip line between gloved hands, and vaults over the side of the museum. Obito shoves his gun back into its holster and follows her, landing lightly in the statuary garden behind the building. The woman is nowhere to be seen, but a maintenance gate is standing just a little ajar, and Obito wriggles through the gap, emerging into the lush darkness of the botanical garden that abuts the museum.

“You know,” he says into the darkness, more than a little annoyed, “thank you is generally what people say in this kind of situation.”

“My diamonds,” the woman says instead, a mournful lament, and Obito rolls his eyes as he steps into the small pagoda that overlooks a decorative pond.

Sniper, Rin,” he reminds her, exasperated. “Aiming for your head. Priorities, please.”

Rin drags her ski mask off to pout at him, brushing her bobbed hair out of her face. “Diamonds,” she insists. “Obito, we’ve been casing that building for weeks, and now it’s ruined.”

“But your head isn’t!”

Of course, Rin just waves that off. “Now security’s going to be insane,” she complains, folding her arms over her chest.

Obito is so done with this. “Someone just tried to kill you, and you’re worried about rocks?”

“Pretty rocks. Valuable rocks. Rocks that I spent a very long time planning to steal, Obito,” Rin insists, casting a dark look back at the museum. She heaves a sigh that’s overly thick with regret. “I bet every silent alarm in the place is going off right now.”

“Except the one for a dead would-be intruder,” Obito reminds her, because it can’t be overstated. “If I hadn’t gotten to you in time—”

That at least gets him a laugh, and Rin reaches up to cup his scarred cheek. “Yes, yes, you rode to my rescue like always, dashing hero, et cetera, et cetera. And here I thought you’d heard about our heist and were coming to join us again.”

Obito rolls his eye, though he doesn’t bat her hand away. It’s Rin, after all. “I don’t think assassin falls under the necessary skills to be a white knight, Rin. I’m not a thief anymore. You shouldn’t hold your breath that I will be again.”

Rin rolls her eyes right back, stepping a little away to prop her hands on her hip. “But we were good thieves,” she wheedles, though Obito can see the mischief in her expression. “Remember the casino in Kiri? The bank in Suna? The hotel in Ame?”

Making a face at her, Obito looks away, checking their surrounding so he doesn’t have to face the full force of Rin’s puppy dog eyes. “You know I make as much in one contract as you do in three heists,” he reminds her. “And this is a family business. If you have a problem with me killing people—”

Rin smacks him over the head.

(Obito probably should have seen that coming.)

With a yelp, he leaps back to get out of range, because Rin never stops at just one hit. At the same time, hands close around his elbows from behind, dragging him up against a hard chest, and it’s only a very vivid burst of sense-memory that keeps Obito from flipping the bastard over his shoulder and stabbing him.

“What are we talking about?” Kakashi asks, almost directly against Obito’s skin. It would take a stronger man then Obito not to shiver at the feeling.

“Assassinations,” Rin says cheerfully, stepping forward to tap her fingers against Obito’s chest.

Kakashi hums in acknowledgement, though he doesn’t lift his head. His flyaway hair brushes Obito’s cheek, and Obito can feel the sound more than he hears it. “Is that what that was? Rin, did you get into a death feud with someone and not tell me?

“It was Madara,” Obito says before she can answer. “And—can you let go of me? Hands to yourself, Bakashi!”

Kakashi, of course, does not let go. “Madara?” he asks, and there’s the faintest edge of darkness to his voice. “Your partner Madara?”

Rin is starting to frown as well, and Obito waves his hands as much as he can while still in Kakashi’s grip, trying to get them off this track. “No, no, not like that. He was an asshole so I left to work on my own, and he’s pissy because I’m better than him and he’s only making half as much money now. This was him trying to get revenge against me.”

“By coming after us?” This makes Rin beam. “Obito, you really do care!” she says cheerfully.

“Of course I care,” Obito grouses, huffing and slumping back into Kakashi’s hold. “It’s been the three of us since we were, what, six? You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Not even by getting married.”

Kakashi chuckles, his fingers tightening just a little. “I would have thought the way we fought over who got you as best man was convincing enough.”

And we offered to let you join in on our wedding night,” Rin points out, her smile far too bright to be saying things like—like that. Obito flushes, on the verge of spluttering, but before he can she adds, “So how many times has Madara tried to kill you since you left?”

Behind him, Kakashi goes stiff, but Obito ignores the overprotective idiot. “Ten times?” he hazards, though he can’t quite remember clearly. “It’s fine, he’s a moron who can’t use a gun. All of his stuff is arranged accidents or poisonings. I’m fine.”

“I don’t know,” Kakashi says mildly. “That sort of looked like a gun to me just now.”

Obito snorts rudely. “Yeah, and no offense to Rin, but if I was behind the trigger she would have been dead six times over before she even got to the balcony. Madara’s an overly dramatic moron.”

“Says the man who cried at our wedding.” But there’s tension easing out of Kakashi’s fingers, and when Obito glances back and up at him, he crinkles his eyes in a smile about his half-mask.

Emotional is not the same as dramatic,” Obito insists hotly. “And would you let me go, please?”

Kakashi hums low in his throat like he’s considering it, gaze slipping away from Obito to land on Rin. He lifts a brow in silent question, and Rin’s grin slides back onto her face, her delight clear. Apparently that’s answer enough, because Kakashi chuckles a little and leans down again, pressing his mouth to the curve of Obito’s neck.

Obito stiffens, jerks, and squawks, “What are you doing, Bakashi!?”

“If you’ve forgotten,” Kakashi says, still perfectly mild, “I think it’s about time we remind you.”

“Like a thank you for saving my life!” Rin agrees cheerfully, trailing her fingers down the center of Obito’s chest. “Think of it as a Hallmark card, but with more orgasms.”

Imagine if at Puck’s wedding when Grimalkin boredly says, “If there is anyone here who does not believe these two should be wed in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.” Glitch jumps up from his seat, faces the congregation and says, “If anyone of you goddamn morons says a word to stop this wedding, I am personally coming to murder you myself. This is the only way we’re going to get rid of him!”

anonymous asked:

are you still taking those 10/rose prompts? if so, could you do an arranged marriage au where they're gonna get married??

Here you go, hope you like it :D


“There is no way in hell that I’m having an arranged marriage, Donna!” Lord John Smith, the youngest son of Lord Rassilon told his older sister Donna, for the umpteenth time that day.


Donna rolled her eyes. This was The Doctor Saga all over again, when he had run away from home and studied sciences in the university, instead of history and political science, as demanded by their father. “Ever the rebellious son. What are you gonna do?”


John thought for a moment. Maybe this woman was Lady Cassandra part two, an ambitious creature who wanted to use his title to gain social status. Or maybe she was just another poor soul being forced into marriage with a stranger, just like he was. He wanted to give her the benefit of doubt. “I’m going to meet her in person and tell her politely that I’m not going to marry her in a million years.”


Donna grinned. “Good luck with that, dumbo. Let me know how many teeth she knocks out.”


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Mary and I are having way too much fun kicking around theme wedding ideas.

Me: PACIFIC RIM WEDDING.

Her: Okay but you will have to build drive suits for both of us.

Me: Naw fuck that I’ll dress up like Hannibal Chau and the officiant will be all ‘Do you, Nicki, take Mary to be your lawfully wedded god-damned moron?’ and I’ll be all 'ARE YOU FUNNING ME, SON?.’

Her: You may now exchange god-damned shoes.

Submit: Dear Ben, on "privacy"

oh my good lord fucking christ! if i hear benedict mentionPRIVACY ONE. MORE. TIME. Imma be mean hear. Benedict to total moron, we knew EVERT DETAIL of your fucking wedding. Down to the FUCKING POEMS. the location, the vendors, the dresses, the decor, the fireworks and the fucking company that was doing the fireworks was ALL LEAKED. Goddamn the local PAPER was real time publishing about it!

When you and SH were “dating” you had tourism tweeting about you! FOR THE LAST TIME KNUCKLE HEAD IF this were a REAL relationship, you had been keeping it PROPERLY SECRET for apparently MONTHS to YEARS (depending on the publication. IF you had wanted PRIVACY. You would have continued doing %100 what you HAD BEEN DOING TO KEEP IS SUCCESSFULLY PRIVATE FOR MONTHS. Then you would have quietly married AFTER THE INTERNATIONAL MEDIA CAMPAIGN WAS OVER! HOLY SHIT YOU SOUND STUPID. 

benny baby, i have been WITH you until now. ive been shrugging it all off and just watching the show. YOU. SOUND. LIKE. A. FUCKING. MORON. when you WHINE about PRIVACY after TAKING AN AD OUT IN AN NATIONAL NEWSPAPER TO ANNOUNCE YOUR WEDDING WHEN ABOUT TO DO A MEDIA TOUR. after doing PRINT INTERVIEWS in INTERNATIONAL MEDIA where the lead in is ABOUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP. when you do INTERVIEWS on INTERNATIONAL TV STATIONS where the specific plug is about you OPENING UP ABOUT YOUR PRIVATE LIFE oscar campaigns are some of the MOST watched camps out there. the whole world watches. you had a wedding on VDAY DAYS before oscar cut off and had EVERY DETAIL leaked.

I don’t care who you marry, what you do in your private life, but for the love of all things INTELLIGENT, STFU about being PRIVATE when you have done NOTHING to keep ANYTHING PRIVATE! AND YES I KNOW HE WON’T READ THIS LOL. ugh ugh ugh he sounds so STUPID it pisses me off! nothing about this has pissed me off but this.

Ballsy:  Feel better now?  I did.  ;)

What if Fate let it be?

What would have happened if Conrad Green decided not be extremely out of the box and did his more traditional pairing and put Maks with Nene and Meryl with Mark? We would have gotten a whole lot of other kind of drama, but it’s more stereotypical drama but no magic, Maks built a reputation, you honestly think he would find a girl that he could marry on his own or who he just continue to date those like Kate or even J-Lo… There would be none of this interest none of this would exist, had Conrad Green just been traditional, instead maybe it was Fate that told him to put these 2 together, by tradition no way was Meryl supposed to end up with Maks, SWDOI may have been just another cheesy production put in a venue of 7-10k like all the other Disson Events, like Skating and Gymnastics or Love on Ice but its not, SWDOI is different they are putting it real event venue this time as if they were anticipating a crowd for it.

Have you all thought about this what would your life be like if Fate just let it be?

For me if Fate just let it be:

1. Probably would have never joined Tumblr

2. Never bothered getting into Russian

3. Probably would have watched The Voice a lot more

4. Probably would be watching AGT videos

5. Still would have never cried cause of a dance

6. Never would have discovered my passion for wedding planning

7. Never realized Lizzie is a moron

8. Never had an OTP

9. Never shipped a real couple

10. Never joined a Fandom

11. Never wrote a Fanfic, wrote poems before but never fanfics

12. Never felt like a melting pile of goo, Maksyl made me feel more comfortable being me real self as well, its okay to cry, to be emotional, most importantly be who I truly am

What has Maksyl done for you? And what would your life be had Fate just let it be?