I keep this posted for shits and giggles. This entire story is a trauma block.

eventual smut

/straight up smut

(fluff and eventual smut) Friendship usually has a line but to two nancy retards that line is almost always blurred especially when intoxicated. It takes one loud mouthed Australian to get it through to their heads, which creates an anomaly of things for the two individuals to question and answer.

//SMUT Nothing like the taste of Iron.

*purely fluff

Sex in plane sex in car in some other places and some romantic cute shit

You just met Joji but, you knew you'd be with him till the day you die

>In heavy editing since I wrote it when I was 15. Three years later & I'm back to writing it< "why are you calling me max?" you roll your eyes even though you know that max can't see you do it. "well for one you're my girlfriend..." max trails off sounding slightly hurt at your question. "and I kind of have no where to stay since the house I was renting got burnt down." he trips over his words as if he was scared that you'd hang up before he finished his sentence. "so you're asking-" "if I can stay over at your house. you did live at mine for about two months so.." max cuts you off and chuckles slightly at the end. "you're lucky I love you, Max Stanley" you mutter through the phone, pushing yourself out of bed so you can clean up the trail of destruction you've left in your house. I