#in case you're worried about overlap--what i'm currently working on hasn't gone that far and is mostly just narinder getting a mansion tour

[i-eat-deodorant]

so sorry so sorry it's the crackfic anon again........ Like it's so STUPID i'm at my goddamn 9-5 and all I ponder is greasy ass cat. I don't know why making them 50 year old men has consumed my mind so much.

I've been writing my own crackfic of the crackfic............... and like....... I'm just gonna barf this on you, so sorry.

In my like, fic of the fic???? Narinder gets home one day to see a red letter shoved into the doorframe of his apartment. He's EVICTED for ignoring the multitude of warnings he was given to not smoke inside. Staring at the red envelope, sends him back to an earlier time for a couple moments. Red branding, red stationary, red logos, red suits,

now a red eviction letter.... how far he's fallen.

Then so of COURSE, panic packing all his shit while spiraling, homelessness? Live in the gas station storage room?? He barely has enough for a damage deposit. While shoving jeans into a backpack, he finds the crumpled business card.... with Lambert's address...

LIKE I swear to you I've thought about this far too much. (The $1,000 he blew through, has none, or barely any of left of it. This is probably a week-ish after.)

So he goes to Lambert's place, pathetically asks for a place to stay.

After some bickering and taunting, Lambert eventually caves, letting Narinder stay until his next paycheque in <five days>.

So there's like an opposite power imbalance to like the BEFORE where he was the Big Dick Business Guy and Lambert was the one given a chance. Lambert is now the Big Dick Business Guy giving him a chance, in his own H O M E. Then of course, things evolve, stuff happens.

I just needed to like get this OUT because you are literally the only person who would understand. I am POSSESSED I am supposed to be a functioning member of society.

anon are you in my google docs

i'm cackling at this whole thing because this has been plot beat for plot beat one of the endings i've rambled about when i first sketched out the initial idea. i've never felt read like a book this much before, oh my goodness. reading every word of this ask has been wonderful. thank you for sharing pathetic 50 year old men brainrot with me.

this is so good, you have it all thought out. the steady downward spiral of his own making. the growing desperation. then, when he hits rock bottom, he finds salvation in the one person he screwed over, returning the favour.

please, if you're okay with sharing, i'd love to read it. i know it's a crack au i made up but i'm so invested on where you're going with this anon you have no idea.