What the fuck has my life come to-

Literally

Here I am at fucking 23 years old, I started Wattpad at like 11, switched accounts, and have writers block after writers block.

Whatever

I know what you're thinking.

"Bitch why the fuck are you writing this whack ass story about two firefighters from a show who may or may not get together and shoving them into a video game universe?"

BECAUSE I FUCKING CAN

There ain't no law telling me I can't do this shit!

And you should all know me by now, I'm not the type to have a story that makes sense.

I'm a fucked up woman with Autism and ADHD whose mind is running like a goddamn NASA computer.

If ya didn't know me now, you're gonna learn so sit down mother fucker and read this shitshow cause like it or not it exists and I literally do not give a fuck.

In fact, word on the web says that Ryan Guzman sends Oliver Stark Buddie fanfics.

WELL THEN

HIYAH RYAN AND OLIVER
WELCOME TO THE FUCKING BOOK
I GOT NO MORE FUCKS TO GIVE SO YOU TWO BETTER BUCKLE UP CAUSE I GUARANTEE YA IM GONNA MAKE YOUR HEADS SPIN LIKE A FUCKING CAROUSEL!!!

This is the shit I gotta do now cause someone's gotta keep this Buddie fire roaring. Yes that was a fucking pun.

Alright here's what to expect:

Gore. Lots of it. What you think this is gonna be some cutesy little story about lovers... BITCH PLEASE.

Drugs. Yep. I said it. Cause I gotta follow the Fallout universe and unfortunately everyone is on some sort of shit and if ya dont ya get killed so it's gonna happen. Sorry Oli and Ry. This is the wasteland not your grandma's nursing home.

Guns and shit. Yeah there's not gonna be a fucking story if NOBODY IS PROTECTING THEMSELVES. You think your bare fists are gonna take down a Deathclaw? Ha! Your funeral!

Nuclear warfare. This is Fallout. Self explanatory.

Deaths.

Also note that like I've gotta fucking life off of Wattpad and I'm only writing this cause I need something to do with my writing skills so like if I don't update for years on end don't come at me.

Alright so if I haven't scared you away, go ahead and get reading.

And Oliver and Ryan, if you're still here...

I'm not fucking paying for any therapy you're gonna need after this.