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Hello! I read your parvill fic, and I wanted to tell you that I think it's very good. I really like the way you ended it! However, there were a few punctuation errors, so just make sure to check for that in the future. Have a good day! :)

Thanks for the critique! I’m glad you enjoyed my story. 

I’ll try to keep an eye on punctuation in the future!

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hI I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU I REALLY LOVED YOUR PARVILL FIC IT WAS REALLY CUTE AND SWEET AND AAAAAA I JUST REALLY LOVED IT A LOT. PARVILL FLUFF GIVES ME LIFE. YOUR WRITING GIVES ME LIFE. IF YOU EVER FEEL THE DESIRE TO, PLEASE WRITE MORE. THE WORLD NEEDS MORE PARVILL. <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Ahhhh you have no idea how happy both this and the tags you used made me!

I’m really glad you liked it! This is my first time publishing a fic so I was kind of nervous, but I’m really excited people like it!

Parvill is one of my favorite ships, there will definitely be more of it haha.

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Fandom: Yogscast Pairing: William Strife / Alex Parvis Rating: SFW Warnings: none Words: 300 Summary: Strife had never met a problem quite like Parvis.

Authors note: This is my first fic so I’d love some feedback

William Strife was the solutions man, but he had never met a problem quite like Alex Parvis.   It was bizarre how one man could cause so much, well, strife for Strife. Since the moment Lewis sent him with the instructions 'Teach this mess how to take care of himself' safety-pinned to the front of his shirt, the dark haired disaster machine was following him around like a duckling.   Despite having a second pair of hands around the tower, progress was slowed down to less than half.   No more sleepless nights pouring over blueprints or tinkering with machines   "But Will there's monsters out there!"   No more week-long mining stints underground   "Strife I feel claustrophobic down here!"   "We've been down here for ages, we should go home."   Every single tool or item had to be crafted twice   Except for the bed... it was just too much of a hassle he told Parv when he asked. "If you want one so bad go make one yourself, but you'll have to find the wool and I don't know if there are any sheep nearby." Strife said with crossed arms, sitting on a chest with nearly a stack of string he knew was inside.   It was just too much of a hassle he told himself in the middle of the hot jungle night, as a sweaty nearly-naked Parv clung to him, mumbling in his sleep.   But Strife had a business to run and he wasn't going to let his unexpected house guest hinder him. He was the one and only CEO of Strife Solutions. Parv was certainly not his 'partner' and he was sure to correct him whenever he said so.   He doesn't remember when he started using we/us/ours instead of I/me/mine.   He also doesn't remember when he stopped correcting himself.