LONG ASSED AUTHOR NOTE:
Okay, so here is the thing: I've been planning to write an epic Taker/OC love story for years now. I have a lot of chunks of the story written pretty much everywhere and anywhere under the sun...even wrote on my own arm once... Note to self: never, ever, forget to bring your story notebook, you fucking idiot. How could you forget it anyway? You always carry it in your purse but that time, nooooo, you had to go and forget it and you ended up writing on your own arm in the bus and people were staring at you like you were crazy and...ahem...anyway...This is not the story you're about to read!
Before I could get into the writing of this epic story, this plot bunny invaded my mind, getting comfy and refusing to leave... I hate bunnies, little fuckers pretend to be all cute and fluffy and end up eating all your furnitures if you let them... Here, my furnitures are actually the parts of my brain I could have focus on the writing of my epic...shit, I don't like repeating myself and I feel like I'm actually showing off by talking about an EPIC story - btw, epic as in fucking long, not pure awesomness, though you'll be the judges of that, if I ever get around to write it... - so there, here's what I'm gonna do: I'm gonna give you the initials of the title of this epic story and we're gonna use it, m'kay? It'll be better than repeating 'epic story' over and over again. So here it is...*Drumrolls*...TTY! Awesome, isn't it?
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Actually... This epic story (shit, I did it again!) has two versions, two sides of the same coin if you will. I suppose it'd be better if I used both tittles (better for me, anyway, cause it's gonna piss me off not to mention half of the story...) So the initials of the other story are BTS! So that's what we're gonna use m'kay? Instead of writing 'epic story', I'll write TTY-BTS and you'll know what I'm talking about, right? RIGHT! So...
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Where was I? Oh, yeah, I hate bunnies.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't ignore It. It was always there, jumping around in my brain...It even talked to me during my sleep... For the briefest moment, I toyed with the idea of playing 'Shoot the bunny' but my sweetheart surprised me as I was about to do so and he wasn't really impressed...so instead I decided to simply give up and listen to It. And this story was born.
It actually is some kind of AU of TTY-BTS. Well, not some kind...It IS an AU of TTY-BTS! I'll be using the same OC. They'll just meet at a different point in time. When this story comes to an end, the sequel will be in the continuation of TTY-BTS, see what I mean? Yeah, me neither. Let me try and give you a better explanation... This story takes place during the Invasion, in 2001, kinda obvious with the crappy title, no? Anyway, the Invasion will be dealt with in the other story as well, but whereas this story will die with the Invasion, TTY-BTS will continue afterward. And this will be the sequel to IOTH. Is that any clearer? I'm not sure, it's late, and I'm tired, and that fucking bunny ate half of my brain, so if you still don't get it, ask me and I'll do my best to clear things up.
So yeah, IOTH is an AU of TTY-BTS so it'll be a running test as well. The thing is, as I've said once or twice (or was it ten times?), TTY-BTS will be fucking long and I guess it's a good thing that I'm actually writing this one first. So I'll see if you guys would be interested in reading TTY-BTS. So you guys have to let me know what you think of it, okay? This story will be finished, I can assure you that. I'll only take it down if I don't get any reaction at all, but I won't spent hours writing in a language that's not my own if no-one's gonna read me. You get my drift? You'll be the one deciding if I post TTY-BTS...
A few other points:
-I swear. A lot. I have a mouth to put a sailor to shame, and I'm not sorry about it. French or English, it doesn't matter, I use a colorful language. And I kiss my sweetheart with that potty mouth. And you know what? He loves it.
-This story is rated M for a reason. Taker's gonna give some five stars lovin' to a lucky bitch. Yeah, she's a bitch. I hate her. And I really really want to be her, as well. But I'm not, so all's left is some good ol' hatred. But my point is...uh...ah, yeah, I remember. *Shakes finger*Don't read if you're not eighteen...
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Yeah, I totally convinced you, right? I'm sure every underaged reader turned back when they saw my shaking finger... Or not. My point is, you really really shouldn't read that if you're not mature enough to grasp all the complexities of a consensual loving relationship... I'm thinking fifteen and under, I guess. If you think you're mature enough but the laws of your country disagree...don't tell me your age (I'd still love to read what you think of my story though)... I can live with a lot of things but not with the knowledge that I've led innocent children astray with tales of hot and sweaty bodies grinding against each other... Yeah, totally realistic right? More importantly though...Don't get caught... I'm sure your parents won't appreciate finding out that their babygirl (I'm assuming most if not all my readers will be female, correct me if I'm wrong!) read smut.
-And on to my last point, I hope, English is not my first language, so I'm sure I could use a beta. If anyone's willing, drop me a PM... Gotta warn you, though, in case you haven't noticed, I'm kinda neurotic, and I have some stuff that need to be discussed before coming to a writer/beta agreement, so yeah, volunteer at your own risks.
Oh, well lookie here, it wasn't my last point after all... One last thing, the WWE/WWF/WWC superstars belong to themselves and to their respective Federation. I just make up stories about them. Don't sue.