#the mwdttau

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i have a wip somewhere that's modern webgott where they've been divorced like two or three times and can i just say that past me was a genius

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well i finished outlining the modern webgott divorced two times au. you know what that means.

it's time to start outlining the SECOND installment of the modern webgott divorced two times au

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it’s not in the fic anymore because it was essentially useless to the Plot, but there’s a part in the first draft of the mwdttau where webster and liebgott argue for like a hundred and thirty words about gin which is so real of me honestly

“Yeah.” Joe says, throat rough, and the hotel clerk picks up, her voice cheery and empty.

He orders roughly everything on the little plastic menu, and almost orders the gin, too, when Web rolls over onto his stomach, cheek pressed to his forearm and blue, blue eyes still focused on Joe.

He’d never stoop that low, though.

Gin’s fucking disgusting.

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last line askbox meme

tagged by @malarkgirlypop :)

oh man this came at the perfect time. have you ever been So Very Bored on a roadtrip it's not even my turn to drive

rules: share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words

“I hate you.” Web says. “Hey, you're the one that married me.” Joe retorts. “I want to go home.” Speirs says. He makes even that sound terrifying.

this is, of course, from the modern webgott divorced two times au. istg, i won't even need to post the damn fic because y'all will be able to piece it all together from the amount of shit i've shared asdfjkl

tagging fucking uhh @lamialamia @frstcorinthians @musicalfreak24601 @whollyjoly and whoever else wants to do it

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I’ve just finished obsessively going through your mwdttau tag and I just wanted to say oh my god it’s wonderful and I’ve already teared up multiple times from it. I would love it if you wanted to share a snippet or just anything about it!

this is so so sweet <333

the mwdttau is one of my most insane wips for Sure, lmao. i'm hoping to completely finish little talks by autumn and start posting the mwdttau by winter/late fall, so she's on her way for Certain

might i offer????? a snippet??? for you????

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“How are you still cold?”

“I don’t know.” Web says, and it sounds almost like he’s complaining. “Just… turn up the heat, okay? Please.”

Joe sighs, but does so. “Shoulda grabbed your jacket out of the back at the restaurant.” He mutters, anyways. Web snorts and pushes against his seat. It’s dark out, now, and the occasional light streaks his face in orange.

“God, you sound like my father.” He says, and Joe would point out the incredibly clear connection there if he wasn’t certain that Web’s almost half-asleep. As it is, he just hums.

“Then your dad sounds like a smart guy, ‘cause you shoulda.” He says. Web hits at his arm with the back of his hand, shifting against the seat again, like he’s trying to get comfortable.

“They’re always saying that.” He mutters. “That he’s a smart guy. Smart guy this, smart guy that. Well, fine, he’s a smart guy, doesn’t mean he’s good at anything.” Joe keeps his eyes on the road, but is almost paying more attention to Web.

“Well, he did something right.” He says, gesturing vaguely with the hand not on the wheel. “Not you, per se—” Web snorts a laugh, “—but, you know, business things. I mean, he and your ma have, what, two houses?”

“Four.” Web mutters balefully. “One in New York, one in Maine, one in Florida, one in Washington.” Joe blinks.

“Whoa.” He says.

“Yeah.”

“Christ. Well, they all must be nice. And you must know, since you’re visiting ‘em, and all.”

“Yeah, well. I’m only visiting them for my mother. My dad doesn’t give a shit what I do. He’d probably be happy to never see me again.” Joe huffs. That seems slightly more dramatic than it needs to be. 

“I mean. All parents and kids have differences.” He says, and almost thinks of his own dad. He doesn’t, but it’s a close thing. When he glances over at Webster, mostly out of habit, the other has his cheek pressed to the headrest, eyes watching Joe blearily.

“He…” Web starts, and trails off, waving a hand absently. “Disapproves of my… my ‘choice of lifestyle’.” He makes air quotations, wrinkling his nose. Joe frowns.

“All parents are like that.” He says, almost supposed to be comforting. “When I told my ma I was movin’ out east, you would have thought I’d murdered her dog.” Web huffs.

“Yeah, well.” He says, and is quiet for a beat. “Y’know, he once told me that I would’ve died of AIDS in the eighties, not because of my ‘preferences’—” again with the air quotes, “but because I slept around so much.”

Joe blinks. “Christ.” He says.

“Yeah.” Web says, again. He drops his hands into his lap. “Creative, right? I was almost tempted to actually catch it, just out of spite. Still am.”

Joe snorts, in spite of himself. “You’ve got problems, Web.” He says, and Web huffs.

“Doesn’t everyone.” He mutters, maybe to the headrest. “Still love him, though. That’s the problem. I still want him to be proud of me.”

Joe sighs. He doesn't think he signed up for this. 

“Yeah, well.” He ends up saying, after a beat. Web’s cheek is still pressed to the headrest. “Plenty of time to get back at him, if you want. I guess.” He tightens his grip on the steering wheel and loosens it just as quickly. “Going down to… to Florida, or whatever. Rich people revenge.” 

Web hums, and it's like a laugh. “He likes Henry. I think that's probably part of my problem.” Joe snorts.

“Oh, that's definitely part of your problem.” He says, and Web waves him off.

“But it doesn't matter, anyways.” He says. “I'm only going down there for the ocean.”

And he says it in a way that's such pure, unadulterated Web that Joe can't help but smile. “Of course you'd be an ocean freak.” He says, amused, and Web sighs at him.

“I just like it.” He says, as if in defence. “The colours, the way it moves, the tide…” He trails off, and Joe’s tempted to laugh. 

“I grew up next to the ocean.” He says, and thinks of California. “It’s not all that great, believe me.”

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shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3

what would any of us do without bel im so serious rn. literally WHAT. chosen from the modern webgott divorced two times au playlist <33

1 - never love an anchor by the crane wives

2 - landslide by fleetwood mac

3 - sick of losing soulmates by dodie

4 - the keeper by the pretty reckless

5 - the silence by of monsters and men

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if youre still taking drabble requests, I would love anything from the mwdttau. I’ve just read your whole tag. I’m obsessed

nonnie my darling! the modern webgott divorced two times au, truly my first love <3

i have all sorts of things compiled for this mess, but have a snippet :)

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Joe’s not in the business of giving out relationship advice. Or any advice, whatsoever.

“It sounds like you just don’t like him.” He says, anyways, because he never listens to himself, apparently. Joe glances over just long enough to see Web’s brow furrow.

“I like him perfectly fine.” Web says. “It’s not that.”

“No, I mean—” Joe starts, and then stops. He sifts through his words, trying to find the right ones. “You don’t have anything with him, you know? There’s no… no spark.” Web wrinkles his nose.

“There’s no such thing as a spark.” He says, and Joe snorts, aghast.

“Oh, hell yes there is.” He says, and Web laughs.

“That’s bullshit.” He says, seemingly intent on driving his point home. “You don’t — you don’t just meet someone and have this spark—”

“Well, what did we have?” Joe challenges, and refuses to regret saying it, even when Web’s mouth shuts with a quiet click. “What did we have, then?”

Web huffs, hands coming back up to gesticulate, some more. “That was two shots of tequila, too much whiskey, and a high of breaking up with an asshole boyfriend.” He says. “There was no… no spark.” He sounds unsure, though, so Joe presses his point.

“Oh, there must have been some sort of spark, because you were certainly fucking hitting on me, Webster, and I know that—”

“Well, if you were so certain that there was a spark, why did you turn me down?” Web interrupts him, sounding frustrated. Joe can’t tell if it’s from the fact that he’s losing his argument or from when they met, a little over two months ago.

“Because you were hurting!” Joe says, like it’s obvious, because, well. It is. “And I’m an asshole, okay, but I’m not about to take advantage of you—”

“Oh, bullshit—” Web says over him. “You couldn’t afford the harness it would take to rein me in.”

Joe wrinkles his nose.

“Ugh.” He says. “What the hell does that mean? You’ve been watching too many westerns, Web, that’s just — that’s just awful.” Web just huffs. He slumps further in the passenger's seat, arms thrown over his midsection, almost pouting.

It’s quiet, for a few seconds, and a laugh bubbles up from Joe’s chest, unbidden, and escapes in the form of a snort. He refuses to look at Web, out of principle, but can feel his eyes on the side of his face. Something warm sparks in the pit of his stomach when Web starts laughing, too, quiet and muffled as he throws his hand over his face.

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9, 13, 19, 29 for the ao3 wrapped game! If you already answered any, swap em out for a number of your choice.

hi how are you!!!

9. favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

god i haven't posted a lot with them but. luztoye my beloved. in Any terms whatsoever i just love Them

13. what’s your longest work of the year?

for band of brothers the baberoe secret santa fic, at 23k words :). overall, a harringrove birthday present for a darling friend, at 104k, lmao

19. what’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

hmm, let's see. i want to delve more into ships in the pacific, but also want to actually like. finish and most the modern webgott divorced two times au, lmao

29. favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

it is, Of Course, from the modern webgott divorced two times au :)

“Take me home.” Web murmurs to the aquarium glass. The blue light shines through his hair and turns it purple. “Just. Please take me home.” Joe’s mouth tastes like sawdust. He suppresses the urge to drop a kiss down to Web’s hair as he leans against him. “Yeah.” He says, voice hoarse. “Yeah, of course.”

ao3 wrapped questions :)

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i talk about cds and vcrs in the modern webgott divorced two times au like they are the normal ground because they Are that's just how it is. also webster would be a cd bitch i know it in my heart. he'd have one of those fucking books with all of the stuff in it for Easy browsing. don't talk to me

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webgott divorce!!!

oh yes….. the mwdttau…… because sometimes, it’s important to be soooooo fucking unhinged <33. you can find the tag for it in my nav/below if you’re curious but idk what else to say about her honestly lmfao

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Web doesn't laugh.

“Do you ever think we fucked up?” He asks, softly, and it's quiet enough that Joe almost doesn't hear him over the muted water. Joe knows what he's talking about, and it makes his ring finger want to twitch.

“Well, yeah, Web.” He says. If anyone thinks that they'd fucked up, it would be Joe. Webster knows that. “I – I mean, that's why they call it fucked up. You get fucked up and you do stupid shit.”

Web finally pulls his face away from the glass, shifting so his back is to the tunnel. There's a red mark on his cheek, where he'd been pressed up to it, and Joe stares at it for longer than he should.

“No,” He says, and seems so utterly, terribly, exhausted that Joe almost wants to join him on the floor, wants to run his fingers through his hair and kiss under his eyes. The thought burns him, and he flinches away from it. “No, I mean. Do you think we fucked up, not sticking it out.”

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i'm experimenting with tags for the modern webgott divorced two times au

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ok going in with lucky number 5! ! ! ! !

afhdsajk!!! how in the world did you know that 5 is the modern webgott divorced two times au!!! (at this rate this whole fic is gonna be fed to tumblr piece by piece aadhfjsk)

anyways you can also find THIS which is yet another snippet i posted from this monstrosity lmao

5. burn for all i care (modern webgott divorced two times au)

 “Of course you’re not used to it.” He tells Webster. “You’re sixty percent eyeballs and forty percent daddy issues.” Web swings his legs over the mattress, huffing, but doesn’t seem offended.

“And I — I mean, Henry’s sweet, but he’s just… I don’t know.” He pushes himself off the bed with a little bounce, and wanders over to stand next to Joe in front of the mirror. His eyes are bright, almost overwrought, where they meet Joe’s in the glass before flitting away.

Joe runs a careful hand through his hair again before stepping back. "Yeah, well.” He says. “Maybe this’ll help.” He waves absently as he walks back over to the foot of Web’s bed. “Space to think, and all that.” Web huffs, leaning towards the mirror by bracing his hands on the lip of the dresser.

“Do you think my hair’s getting too long?” He asks, veering subjects, and Joe looks up briefly from where he’s rummaging through the night stand before going back to poking through the contents of the drawers.

“Yeah.” He says. “You look like a damn hippie, Web.”

(from this. distract me from the world ending terrible thing that is Work)

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webster would have those booty shorts that say 'yummy' on the ass i just know it

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it's coming.......

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Hello darling!! *kissing you on forehead * I hope you're having a lovely day🥰💗💜💗💜💗 for fanfic writer ask, 1,18, 29, 30 please! Thank you!! Love you, you amazing, wonderful girl🧡🤗

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HI BABE HOW ARE YA

my day's been great! the week from hell is over for two days, finally a reprieve.....

lets fucking kill this!!

1. share a song that makes you think of [fic title]

ok so i don't want to keep talking about the one (1) fic i've finally put up like. a week ago after being in the fandom for TWO YEARS but i'm stupid proud of it even though i think it's not my best writing. anyways that got away from me the baberoe fic reminds me of le festin by camille because i'm. trash

18. what’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

oh nooooooooo i don't like any of them asdfjda.... ok it would probably have to be (through process of elimination) this one (which is technically three lines but whatever):

which is from the modern webgott divorced two times au (yes that's right i made it a tag. a whole lot goes on over there for no fic yet but who cares. i have a lot of thoughts and i don't care how fucking stupid all of them are)

29. share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.

ohoho this is my JAM right here have some pulp fiction webgott au wip shit

ok that's enough of me rambling kisses!! i'm gonna go make some fucking soup

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hey guys serious question should i make a tag list for the webgott-divorced-two-times wip