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sissylittlefeather · 8 months ago

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Let's Forget About the Stars: Chapter 5

A/N: Sorry this took me so long! Real life is kicking my ass, y'all. Anyway, this is another installment of Elvis and Dove Morningstar. No smut this time, just enough tooth-rotting fluff to give you diabetes. I hope y'all enjoy it!

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Warnings: none really, period-appropriate racial tension/jokes

Word count: ~2.1k

Gladys shoots the Colonel a look. If she has it her way, they'll be married by spring. Little does she know, Elvis has the same plan.

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October comes and goes with a trip to California. November begins with Dove and Elvis in Hawaii. Their love for each other grows with each passing day and Elvis becomes more and more determined to make her his wife. Somehow, they still don't have sex, despite the hotel stays and nights at Graceland in between. For the moment, they're content with her using her hand and him using his mouth. They both become more practiced with time and they fall into a bit of a routine. It's not something they're bored with, by any means. If anything, they're happier together as they get more comfortable with each other.

As Thanksgiving approaches, Elvis has an idea. One night as they lay in bed together he decides to take a chance.

"Hey, Dovey. Are you going home for the holiday?" He asks, his eyes as innocent as he can make them.

"Yeah. My family has a big dinner. I've never missed it."

"What if I... what if I came with you?" She looks at him curiously.

"Wouldn't your parents miss you?"

"Oh, yeah, I guess I didn't think about that. I just don't really wanna be away from ya." He twirls the end of a piece of her hair in his fingers. It's something he does when he's nervous and she recognizes his tell.

"You really wanna come with me, huh?" He looks up at her sincerely.

"I do, baby."

"I s'pose I could ask Daddy if your folks could come along? Would that work?" He brightens instantly.

"Yes! That would be perfect!" She smiles softly and kisses him on the cheek.

"I'm sure he won't mind." He pulls her close to him and kisses her forehead. The next step in his plan is working out nicely.

******

For Thanksgiving, Elvis, Dove, Gladys, and Vernon make their way to Oklahoma for dinner with Dove's family. Vernon is less than pleased with the idea, but Gladys is excited to meet Dove's mother. As they walk up to the door, Elvis chuckles.

"It's going to be a little like the first Thanksgiving, isn't it? All us white folks and your family?" Dove laughs.

"I think you'll be surprised at how civilized we are."

"Oh, honey, I didn't mean to imply-"

"It's fine, Jumbee. I'm kidding." When they get to the door, Dove knocks gently and then takes Elvis's hand in hers. She can tell he's nervous again. Her father opens the door and stands there stoically without smiling.

"Hi Daddy."

"Welcome, white visitors." The Presleys stand on the front porch awkwardly. "I'm joking. Come on in, folks."

He laughs jovially and welcomes them in warmly. Everyone relaxes as he does so and the afternoon begins. Gladys is pleased to see that Dove immediately jumps in to assist her mother and sister with the dinner, and offers to help. Dove's mother, Mary, welcomes her into the kitchen lovingly and the two women bond over food and the raising of children. Gladys compliments her home as Dove's siblings run around them. Vernon sits on the couch awkwardly as Elvis makes conversation first with Dove's father and then jumps into some game with her brothers. Dove is the oldest of five kids with her sister 17 and then her brothers 14, 11, and 9. Before too long, Dove's father, John, is able to engage Vernon in conversation and the two men find it surprisingly easy to talk to each other once they get started.

Overall, the afternoon passes pleasantly and Elvis and Dove exchange a relieved look when everyone sits down to eat. They sit side by side and hold hands under the table while Dove's father blesses the food. As everyone begins to eat, they're able to talk a little.

"I think this is going well." Dove whispers.

"I agree. Daddy even seems to be coming around." He nods toward Vernon who is still conversing with John. Dove smiles warmly.

"I told you it would be okay." Without thinking, Elvis reaches up and pushes a piece of hair behind her ear.

"You were right, as always. I love you, Dovey."

"I love you too, Jumbee." He's dying to lean in and kiss her, but he doesn't want to be disrespectful. Their exchange does not go unnoticed by both mothers, though, who smile first at their children and then at each other.

After dinner, the women begin to clean up and shoo the men into the living room. Elvis knows this is his chance.

"Daddy, I'd like to talk to Mr. Morningstar alone, if it's alright." Vernon nods, not sure what his son might be up to.

"You can call me John, son." Dove's father responds. They walk over to a corner to try to get some privacy, despite the bustling activity in the room. "Now what is it you want to talk to me about?"

Elvis shifts from one foot to the other nervously and bites his nail. Then, he takes a deep breath. There's no time like the present.

"Sir, I'd like your permission to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage."

"I had a feeling that's what this was all about." Elvis smiles a little, not sure what to make of that response.

"So-"

"I give you my permission." Elvis breathes a sigh of relief. "But you have to know this won't be easy with you being who you are and her being what she is."

"I'm not afraid, sir."

"I can see that, son, and it's very noble. I'm just not sure you're aware of what you're getting yourself into. People like us... well, we're not treated the same. Your children will be different than those around them. And your fame-"

"Sir, please don't let my career distract you from the fact that I'm just a man. I'm just a man who is madly in love with your daughter. No marriage is easy, and sure ours might be made a little harder by who I am and the differences between us. But I'm just a man. And I want to marry your daughter more than anything in the world." John smiles warmly.

"That's all I needed to hear, son. You have my permission to marry her if that's what she wants." Elvis beams, the joy rolling off of him in waves. Dove feels the change in his demeanor and looks at him inquisitively. He just nods and smiles. John pulls his attention back to the conversation momentarily.

"You really love her?"

"I do, sir."

"And you promise to take care of her, always?" Elvis nods vehemently.

"To the best of my ability, sir."

"Then you have my blessing." Elvis shakes his hand vigorously.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you so much." Vernon watches the exchange and deduces what must be happening. He knows he's promised the Colonel that he'll be an accomplice to whatever plot he has to keep them apart, but being here with her family has changed his perspective. They're not so different, after all. He smiles despite himself, determined to tell the Colonel whatever he needs to say to make sure his son stays happy.

After dinner, Elvis and his parents leave to go to their hotel because Dove's parents' house isn't quite big enough for everyone to stay. Dove is dying to go with them and stay with Elvis in his room, but she knows her father wouldn't appreciate that. What happens in Memphis is a different story, but here in his home, she has to respect his rules. As they go to leave, Elvis wraps her in his arms and kisses her cheek.

"I'll miss you all night, Dovey."

"I'll miss you too, Jumbee." They embrace one last time and he risks a gentle kiss on her lips. The four parents watch with their hearts warmed, both sets remembering what it was like to be so young and so in love.

******

The next day, Dove and the Presleys head back to Memphis after a warm goodbye and invitation to visit anytime from the Morningstar family.

It's a long drive, but eventually they make it back to Graceland. Elvis turns to Dove and whispers in her ear.

"You wanna stay with me tonight? I missed you so much last night. I wanna hold you like we normally do."

"I want to, Jumbee, but we need to stop by my place first. I need some more clothes." He smiles and kisses her temple. A short stop at her place is nothing.

Elvis drops his parents off at Graceland and then takes Dove back to the boarding house. When they pull up, though, it's obvious something is wrong. Someone's stuff is packed up and set on the porch. Dove gets out of the car nervously and Elvis jumps out too.

"You don't have to come with me."

"Something's going on. I just want to make sure you're okay." She nods and he takes her hand, leading her up the front porch steps. As they approach the pile of belongings, Dove inhales sharply. At the top of the pile is her record player.

"No." She rifles through some more of the stuff and is shocked to discover it's all hers. Grabbing Elvis's hand, she rushes up the stairs to her room. On the door is a paper marked "Eviction Notice."

"Eviction? Dovey?" Elvis looks at her concerned. Dove sighs deeply and puts her head in her hands.

"I might have missed a few months' rent."

"Dovey-!"

"I'm out of my savings and none of the clubs here will hire me to sing." Tears begin to well up in her eyes. "I guess I'll have to go back to Oklahoma."

Elvis tips her chin up to look into his eyes.

"No, baby. I'm not letting you get away." He walks back to the porch and starts to load things in his trunk.

"But where else will I go?" Dove asks, a little panicked.

"You're coming home with me. You practically live there anyway. Now we can just bring the rest of your stuff." She shakes her head vehemently.

"No, I don't think I should do that. We're not married." He stops and cups her chin in his hand.

"We won't do anything more than normal. I just love you and refuse to have you on the streets or lose you because you go back to Oklahoma. You're coming home with me. Please?"

Dove considers her options. She does love staying with Elvis and this would solve the problem of her going back and forth. Still, is she ready to live with a man before she marries him? Then, she looks at Elvis with his ocean-blue eyes, begging her to agree. She can't tell him no.

"Alright then, grab a box."

He beams as they load up the rest of her things into his car.

******

Dove lays with her head on Elvis's chest, looking at the boxes of her belongings in the corner of his room. She's never lived with anyone that wasn't her family before. He feels her swallow deeply.

"Are ya nervous, Dovey?" She looks up at him.

"A little. I've just never lived with anyone else before. What if we start to hate each other?" He chuckles and kisses her forehead.

"Not possible, baby. And even if we did, how would it be different than if we figured it out after we got married?"

"You could kick me out." He looks at her seriously.

"I would never do that. Not before marriage and not after, either. I love you way too much." She looks up at him and says a prayer that he's right.

"I love you too, Jumbee. I just hope we're not making a mistake."

"We're not. Do you trust me?" He smiles with the memory of every time he's asked her that and she relaxes.

"Of course I do." She snuggles into his chest and he squeezes her gently, kissing the top of her hair affectionately.

"Everything will be just fine. You'll see."

******

"She WHAT?!" Vernon holds the phone receiver away from his ear as the Colonel yells. He tries to respond calmly.

"She moved into the house-"

"THAT LITTLE-"

"I'm going to stop you right there, Colonel. It's okay that she moved in. He's planning to marry her soon."

"Do you have any idea what kind of scandal this might cause?!" Vernon takes a deep breath and exhales slowly.

"I don't care. They're happy. I'm not going to take that away from him."

"Then I'm on my own." The Colonel's voice shakes with rage. "You'll regret this, you know."

"I'll never regret seeing my son so happy. Goodbye, Colonel." Vernon hangs up the phone, satisfied with his ability to stand up for Elvis.

What he doesn't know, what no one knows, though, is that the Colonel has decided his next move. And it's a move that will shake the Presley family to its core.

******

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bobohu4eva · 2 years ago

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Good to You - Part 5

Characters: Idol!Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Maid AU, fluff, smut

Warnings for this chapter: Explicit unprotected sex

WC: 4.1k

Tag List: @scentlacigarette @ltamiee @listxn

A/N: Last part y'all! (unless I decide it needs an epilogue lol)

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The bliss of laying there together was rudely uninterrupted by his alarm, and you both groaned at the shrill sound. He quickly turned it off, and sat up, pulling you up out of bed with him. Once standing, his hand brought your face to his one more time, kissing you with a gentleness very different from the rough passion he’d shown you only minutes earlier. He pulled away too quickly, smiling again and then he finally started getting his clothes on for the day.

You too started getting ready, and when you stepped in front of the bathroom mirror you groaned at the state he’d left your neck and chest in. In the past he’d left small marks here and there that were easy enough to cover with clothing or makeup, but this time, he’d left you with large purple splotches reaching from your chest, all the way up to your jaw. There was no way you’d be able to cover that, and it would surely stick around for days.

“What is it?” He must've heard your reaction, and a second later he was standing next to you.

His eyes widened when he saw the purple marks covering so much of your neck and chest, but he also had to fight back a smile.

“Oh shit.” He let out quietly, now shamelessly grinning.

“It's not funny! It'll be days till they're gone, what if someone sees me leaving here and gets the wrong idea?”

His smile vanished, falling into a look of disappointment. You could see how fast his heart dropped.

“The wrong idea? You still want to keep denying it, even now?” It came out sounding pained, confused.

“Denying what?” You knew you were playing dumb at this point, but you felt the confrontation you’d tried so hard to avoid coming at you now at full force.

He sighed, running one hand through his hair. The inner turmoil was clear on his face, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before finally meeting yours again.

“Really, y/n? We have sex, we sleep in the same bed, you let me kiss you and cum inside you but you still think people might get the ‘wrong idea?’”

He was tired, defeated. You couldn’t remember ever seeing him look this upset.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then tell me what’s going on here, please, we can't just keep ignoring everything.”

You could see it clearly in his eyes, he was pleading with you, he needed you to give him some kind of confirmation, before he broke down completely.

But you couldn’t, and he knew that, the desperate way you looked at him told him enough. You were begging him not to take this conversation where you both knew it was headed. He didn’t want to force you to talk about something you weren’t ready to talk about, but his own frustration was becoming too much. If you weren’t going to be the one to finally address it, he would. It had been too much, for too long, and he had to get it off his chest. Now that the last barriers had fallen, barriers meant to convince you both that it wasn't ‘real’, he knew he couldn’t keep acting like this was all normal and fine.

“I care about you, a lot, and I know you care about me too, and not just because you work for me. We both know we like each other too much and not talking about it is making me feel like i'm losing my fucking mind”

The way your lip quivered broke his heart even more. You didn’t have it in you to acknowledge it, you’d been pushing it away for too long, but now you had to, he left you no choice. He had a right to know, you knew it was cruel to do all of this with him without ever talking about what it meant. But that was the only way you’d been able to stay sane, by denying to yourself that he really liked you, or was attainable in any real way. Having him was impossible in your eyes, and you didn’t deserve it anyway, so you lied to yourself, until you were so deep in denial that his sudden admission made you go mute.

“Please, y/n. Just tell me that I’m not crazy, tell me you care about me the same way I care about you.”

You couldn't stay quiet when he looked at you like that, imploring you to give him even the smallest semblance of hope that you might finally validate the undeniable feelings you two shared for each other. But the words were still too hard to form, and the tears came before you could form a proper sentence.

You choked on the first sob, but eventually forced it out. “You’re right”

The intensity of your crying made it clear to him that you weren't able to say any more, so he just wrapped his arms around you, letting your tears stain his shirt as he reassured you that everything was okay, that the two of you would figure it out.

When even after a few minutes your tears showed no signs of slowing down, he started to talk again, saying everything he'd wanted to for so many months, finally admitting everything to you.

“Contacting that company, and them sending you here that day, is the best thing that's happened to me in a really long time. You know you're so much more to me than a housekeeper, and I know I'm not just your boss either. I want you, I don't want you to work for me, I want you to live here and sleep in my bed and have sex with me because there's something real between us and not because I pay you, and you know that. I told you how I feel about you a while ago already, and I know it's asking too much and I could never be a good enough lover to you anyway, but that's what I want. I just want you to be mine.”

His words hit you like a tsunami after all of the months of denial, confirming both your wildest dreams but also greatest fear. The tears had finally slowed down a bit by the time he'd finished his confession, but words were still too difficult. When you were able to pull back enough to meet his eyes, all you could think to do was kiss him.

“I'm sorry if that was too much, you don't have to say anything, if you aren't ready.” He said when your lips eventually parted.

You shook your head, and after a few deep breaths, finally gathered the strength to speak again. “I've been lying to myself so much, I really didn't want to believe that someone like you could fall for someone like me, you're way too good for me, I don't deserve you at all.”

“Whoa, what? Why would you think that?” Of all the reasons to deny what had been going on, he'd never once even considered that. The confused look on his face tugged at your heartstrings.

“I'm just some girl who showed up to help clean one day, and then never really left. But you, I mean, there's a reason millions of people love you so much. You could have anyone you want, and I'm just me.”

Despite having the strength to talk again, you were still crying. The way you looked at him when you said it had a lump forming in his chest. Baekhyun had kept the tears at bay so far, but now, he too felt them spill over.

You could feel his tears wetting your forehead as he held you again, your words bringing on an onslaught of emotions, none being good. To him, hearing you speak of yourself so negatively was gut wrenching.

“You're so fucking wrong, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, even if it's just for a little while, if anything, it's me who doesn't deserve you. I'll never be able to take you out to a movie, or a nice dinner, or even just a fucking walk down the street, you constantly have to worry about crazy people seeing you come in or out of here, my work schedule is an insane mess, I’m only ever going to make your life harder than it has to be, you deserve so much better than that.”

You shook your head as best you could while buried in his chest. “You're crazy.”

“I'm not crazy, I just love you.”

Both of you tensed up, he hadn't meant to let it slip so soon, but taking it back wasn't an option, he knew he meant it.

“You.. love me?” That one word stole your breath and left you wide eyed, staring up at him.

“I- I didn't mean to tell you so soon, and you don't have to say anything back, but yeah. I love you.” This time, those three words were barely above a whisper.

Both hands reached for his face, resting on his red cheeks, swollen from crying, as you took him in. He wouldn't meet your eyes, too embarrassed by his slip up, and too worried that you wouldn't say it back.

“Baekhyun?” You needed him to look at you, and finally, he did. “I love you too.”

The way he perked up at those simple words was devastatingly cute. “Really?”

You nodded, smiling, and he just looked so happy in that moment, you wished you could burn it into the back of your brain for eternity.

Once again, all you could think to do was kiss each other even more, in a feeble attempt to make up for lost time. But one question still plagued the back of your mind.

“What happens now? Being your housekeeper and working for you, it just feels..wrong”

He thought for a second, and then a lightbulb seemed to go off in his mind.

“Marry me.”

He blurted it out without as much as a second thought, but he didn't take it back. Instead, he started getting down on one knee, and the tears were back, trickling down your face even more urgently than before.

“I mean it, no more working for me, what's mine is yours, all that, I just want you here with me. Fuck the household stuff I'll do both of our laundry I'll even learn to cook, and you can hold me to that. I don't have a ring but we can go get one, any ring you want I'll buy it, and then we can go to the courthouse. We can worry about everything else later.”

The look of complete shock still very clear on your face made him swallow, nervous, as he went on.

“Ever since I was a kid I always thought I'd grow up to get married and start a family, but then I debuted and I just kind of learned to deal with the fact that that would never happen. But when I met you, you made it feel like I was finally getting a little taste of that. Whenever I come home and you're here smiling and waiting for me, it just feels so good and right and especially since we started sleeping together it's like that dream I had before debuting is actually possible, just barely out of reach, because you wouldn't let it go quite that far, until this morning. And for a while now, every time I think about that kind of life, coming home to a wife who loves me, maybe a few kids someday, I can only imagine it with you. You're the only one I want that with. You're the one I want to make my wife, if you'll let me.”

He looked up at you, teary eyed, but hopeful, waiting for your response.

You nodded, and eventually, a “yes” passed your lips.

There was a part of you that was screaming to take it back, to say no to him, but deep down, you simply couldn't. You trusted him more than anyone else, and the more it sunk in, really, truly, loved him too. Not only that, but he loved you. Of course marrying so soon was kind of stupid, and everything else was terrifying and uncertain, but if you had him, you knew you'd figure it out. You'd been staying at his place for long enough, you knew him well, and there wasn't a single ounce of doubt within you, that he would be anything less than the best husband a girl could ask for. Baekhyun was the sweetest, loveliest, funniest, warmest person you'd ever met. He felt like home. Of course you would marry him.

It was almost laughable how dramatic it all was in the moment, but the way you both smiled and laughed while he stood up and kissed you just felt right, and you knew that was where you were supposed to be.

“I can't believe I asked you that, and I really can't believe you said yes, what the fuck, that's so cool. I love you so much.”

By now you were smiling so hard it was starting to hurt your face, but you couldn't have cared less. He kept peppering kisses across your face, each one paired with another “I love you”, until he finally pulled away enough to get some air.

“You're gonna be my wife, my lovely, beautiful, caring, super sexy wife.”

You could never get sick of his smile, it lit up the room so effortlessly, banishing any negative feelings to hell, making it impossible for you not to smile back.

“Let's go get a ring.” He said.

“But don't you have-”

Fuck.

You both realized at the same time, that he was already almost an hour late for work, and the ring would have to wait. For a second he considered ditching again, but two days in the row would be hard to forgive.

Luckily he was already dressed and pretty much ready, so all you said was ‘go’ and another ‘I love you’ before basically pushing him out the door, as he kept his hands on you as long as possible, insisting on one more kiss before he left.

Now alone, you played it all over again in your head, and again, and it still almost felt too good to be true, but now you knew that it wasn't. There was no more denying it, hell, you were gonna marry him. And you couldn't have been happier about it.

When Baekhyun finally arrived on set, not even the annoyed faces of the staff and his band mates could bring his mood down. He went right up to his friends and started hugging them, still smiling, as they looked more and more confused.

Junmyeon was the first to speak up. “What took you so long? Where the hell were you yesterday? Why are you so happy? Are you on drugs?”

Once he'd given everyone a hug, he looked back at their baffled faces, still grinning like an idiot.

“I'm engaged.”

“You're what?” Chanyeol was never really the best at keeping quiet in situations like these.

“I'm serious.”

“You don't even have a girlfriend?!”

That was when Sehun connected the dots, eyes going wide before laughing out loud, almost crying from his amusement. “I fucking knew it!”

The rest of the men still stood there stunned and confused as Baekhyun just stood there with a big silly grin on his face, and Sehun had fallen to the floor from how hard he was laughing.

“Knew what??” At least two of the others said, almost in unison.

“He's marrying his maid.”

They looked at Baekhyun, expecting him to argue such a ridiculous claim, but instead he nodded happily.

“Is he serious..?” Chanyeol still didn't buy it.

“She's not working for me anymore now, obviously, that would be super weird, but I asked her to marry me and she said yes!”

“And you're sure that's a good idea?”

“Positive.”

The others were still skeptical, sure, but they hadn't seen their friend look so happy in years, and at the end of the day, that was what mattered. If he thought this was the way to go, they'd support him.

Luckily the shoot went by quickly and they ended up back on schedule by the end of the day, and Baekhyun had never been more ready to get back home in his life.

You too had been waiting anxiously for his return, and when he came back on time rather than an hour late as you'd expected you were overjoyed, running to the door and wrapping yourself around him before he even had the chance to close it again.

“Did someone miss me?”

“Are you kidding, those were the longest 8 hours of my life.”

He chuckled, “mine too, baby, mine too.”

His lips were on yours again in no time, his hands on your thighs keeping your legs wrapped around his waist. Holding onto him like this, he felt so nice and strong, an anchor for you, your biggest source of comfort. You never wanted to let go. His body was warm and firm and his lips tasted like home, so much so that you whined a little when he inevitably pulled away.

“Do you want to go pick out a ring?” His forehead was pressed to your own, still holding you up.

You pouted, “Wanna stay like this.”

“Okay my love, whatever you say.”

He walked you both to the couch, sitting down with you now on his lap. You couldn't get enough, hands feeling up his chest and shoulders, kissing him with greed and urgency, all of which he returned.

You two had had sex before, of course, but this was nothing like those other times. Just getting to kiss you and touch you without any restrictions made everything so much better, and neither of you had even started getting undressed yet. Just the feeling of having you on his lap straddling him, kissing him and touching him for no other reason than that you wanted to, nearly made him cry with joy.

“You're gonna kill me, fuck, you're so perfect.”

“Take me to bed,” you whispered in his ear, and he let out a soft moan before standing up, walking you both to his room.

You were quickly laid down on the bed, hands impatiently tugging at your clothes until they were mostly gone.

Baekhyun had always been… orally fixated, to say the least, and he was almost unreasonably excited to finally get his mouth on you the way he's been craving for months. His hands made quick work of your underwear, sliding them off before he placed his face right between your thighs.

“So pretty.” He mumbled, moreso to himself, as he stared at your most intimate area, making you squirm and whine for him to just get on with it.

Instead, he attached his mouth to your inner thigh, sucking a mark onto the soft skin, before doing the same again, and again.

“You have no idea how many times I've imagined this, how fucking bad I've wanted to do this the last few months.” And then, ever so softly, he pressed his lips to your clit.

Finally, it seemed, he was done teasing you. His tongue slipped its way between your folds, eagerly licking up your wetness, before enveloping you in his mouth completely. And fuck, was it good.

Too good, almost. He didn't hold back one bit, devouring you with unmatched enthusiasm, moaning into your pussy unabashedly. Within mere minutes, he had you teetering on the edge, ready to cum in his mouth. Your hands were tugging on his hair, probably a bit too hard, but he was too busy to give a shit. He'd probably let you scalp him if it meant he got to stay between your legs.

Once he’d figured out what made you whimper and pull his hair the hardest, he didn’t stop, not even when you started to fall.

The first orgasm was like an electric shock, shaking you physically, mentally, hell, probably even spiritually. As he brought you to that first peak you twitched and writhed, broken up versions of his name falling off your lips along with moans and gasps.

Once it was over, your thighs tried to close around his head, willing him to give you a break, but his hands just pulled your legs back open. He pushed you through the over sensitivity, straight into the build up of another earth shattering orgasm.

He didn't want to hear anything coherent from you, and you gave him exactly what he craved. You were a mess, desperate, sweating, completely under his spell. His tongue by itself was enough to have you almost crying, begging for more, so when he pushed two slender fingers into you, you nearly screamed.

It was too much, his mouth, and now his fingers, pushing in and out as his tongue stayed flicking your clit, sucking it past his lips every now and again to see how crazy he could make you feel. And before you even had time to fully realize where he was taking you, you were cumming again.

Once again he rode you through it, only pulling away when the overstimulation made you twitch so intensely you nearly kicked him.

His face, when you could finally see it again, was beaming at you, mouth and chin wet with your arousal. “You taste so fucking good.”

His smile grew when you made grabby hands at him, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before moving back up your body, his hips now resting between your own.

You tugged on his clothes, just now realizing how completely dressed he still was while you were only left in your bra. His lips pressed themselves to yours, and his hand snuck behind your back, undoing the clasp until you were fully nude, and finally, he got up to strip himself as well.

When he was finally between your thighs again, he was naked as you, and you felt his hardness between your legs.

“Y/n, baby.” The hand that wasn't propping him up was on your face, and the way he was looking at you stole your breath. “I love you, so, so, much.”

Before you could return his words, his hips were pushing forward, and he was inside you. The whimper you let out was music to his ears, but he needed to hear something else.

“Look at me.” Your eyes met his. “Say it, tell me you love me.”

You tried to get the words out, but they got caught in a moan when he started to move, slowly rolling his hips.

“Fuck, please.”

His words broke the trance, and finally, you said it. “I love you, Baekhyun.”

His lips were on yours again, and now, you didn't ever want them to leave. You just needed him close, as close as humanly possible. Your legs wrapped around him, hands on his back pushing him into you, even when your chests were already completely flush.

You too felt how different it was, having sex, without any holding back, knowing that you loved him and he loved you. With every push into you, a moan fell from your lips, which he swallowed with his own. He somehow felt warmer, heavier, even more irresistible than you could've dreamed of. You wanted to melt into him completely, feel every inch of his body against your own, no matter how impossible that might be. This was heaven, it had to be.

He was just as affected, so much so, that he felt himself start to lose control far too soon.

“Fuck, baby, I'm gonna- I can't-”

You looked at him, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to hold himself back, but when your hand reached his face he opened them again.

“I love you.” You told him, again, and that was all it took. A few more thrusts and he let go, taking you with him as he fell.

You both stayed there, heavy breaths slowly mellowing out as the high faded away. Neither of you wanted to move, but the sweaty stickiness of it all finally had him rolling off of you.

His arm was slung across his eyes, and he was just smiling so big.

“I love you.” He said, and then again, and again, like a mantra, until your head rested itself on his chest, and his lips found your forehead.

His love for you, and your love for him, felt so certain, like something you could almost reach out and touch. It washed over you like a warm blanket, and you layed there, using him as your pillow, with one of his strong arms securing you in place. And just like that, you both drifted to sleep, dreaming of all the wonderful things you'd do together, for many, amazing years to come.

Fin

#baekhyun #baekhyun smut #baekhyun fluff #exo #baekhyun fic #exo fluff #exo fic #exo smut #baekhyun fanfic #exo fanfic

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whoopsyeahokay · 28 days ago

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Final Housekeeping

October Sun

this a collection of all the silly notes i left before and after each installment of October Sun (Wally Clark x fem!reader). since the story is complete, i decided to tidy the posts up by removing the now irrelevant notes.

this post is entirely self-indulgent. a place for me to return and admire the experiences i had throughout writing this story 😊

end note: i'll just leave this here for now :-)

end note: PART THREE will be up this weekend; a glimpse at Wally's POV as he confronts you about being able to see him👻

intro note: love youuu 🙃

end note: next up is Field Day, things happen, oopsies are made, and the plot not only thickens, it gets juicy. i had intended this part to incorporate all of that, but Doordash delivered caffeinated coffee when i'd explicitly ordered decaf 😭 i have ADHD, so real-people coffee slows me dooooown and makes my brain mashed potatoes 🥺 sorry, guys!

intro note: ✨ alright, beauties, this part ended up with a wordcount almost 3x longer the others, so tumblr forced me to split 'er up. 😅 PART FIVE and PART SIX will be posted in tandem with this one, so y'all don't have to wait to read both 😊

intro note: i had some serious technical issues with these parts, so my fingers are crossed that everything worked!

end note: next part is all Wally being about as subtle as a neon sign 💀 he's too cute, i need to give the babe hugs and snugs and dry smacky kisses all over his lil' face 💕 but that's a PART SEVEN problem 😏

intro note: as promised, here's PART SIX, no wait necessary! 🫶😅

end note: i'm gonna do my best to get the next part up in a timely manner, but please bear with! thank you again, my dudes, for sticking with what is becoming a behemoth of a story 💀 i probably should've mentioned that it's a very involved, very dense plot, huh? 🙃

end note: guys. GUUUYYS. THANK YOU!! your response to this story has been incredible and i am deeply grateful for your engagement 😭 like, i cannot even BEGIN to express how much it means to me that y'all are interested in what i've got to share 😭 i intend to have the next part up soon, but i've just started back at school so🤞

end note: they're so good at talking, eh? 😏 anyway, to let y'all in on my little headcanon: Hana is "helpful student" from episode 2, the girl who alerts Mr. Anderson to the deputy at the door when the class is watching Frankenstein (1931).

intro note: at last, the bbys have words! which means this is a long one 🕊️

end note: dun dun dun...i really hope you guys are still with me 😅 the next update might take me a little longer. between schoolwork and work-work and Life Things, i'm kinda swamped, but i'll do my absolute best to getter done!

sidenote: please let me know if the taglist ISN'T working for you. i'm fiddling with it in the hopes that something will work, so i need some feedback 🫥 merci my loves!

intro note: sorry for the delay, beauties! i was so behind on so many things and am still nursing a rather gruesome cold 🪦 made this one longer to make up for it 🫶

end note: i am so sorry to those of you who the taglist isn't working for! i stg, i am trying everything i can think of to fix the links, but nothing has worked so far 💔 thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for sticking with this story despite all the technical difficulties!

if you'd like to be kept up-to-date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS as the taglist isn't currently working ☠️

end note: thank you so much for reading, lovelies! i'm currently working on the next update (which is Reader/Wally-focused) and am hopeful that it'll be ready by the end of this week! so keep an eye out 👀 (@banana-lol no accidents pls 😉)

if you'd like to be kept up to date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS, since the taglist has malfunctioned 🙈 i'm still adding ppl to it, but i can't guarantee that it'll notify you when i update 💀

intro note: 🚨 THIS IS WHEN our plot diverges significantly from the source material. i felt i should alert you since i've stuck pretty close to the canon timeline until the last installment, and you may have come to expect things to follow that rhythm 😅

that being said, this one's shorter as the next one's gonna be a journey.

end note:

fun fact: my Wally Clark headcanon includes him waking up most mornings in his football uniform, cleats and helmet on, a stain of drool on the padded shoulder of his field jersey, just game-ready and nowhere to go 🏈

note: the next part should be out Sunday or Monday 😌 i wanna get into Homecoming Week sooner rather than later as things pick up and move along pretty quickly thereafter. although i know i've mentioned the rather involved plot this beast hatched, i really wanna finish this before June 🙏

(edit 2024-06-09:

🧠: 😏

Me: 😑

we still have so much to cover omg.)

reblog note:

NEW MATERIAL HAS BEEN ADDED TO THIS PART

an additional 1300 words have been tacked on after Wally's POV. a thousand apologies to those of you who've already read it 🙏 nothing else has been touched.

i was going to post the mini-chapter separately, but it didn't feel right as a standalone. it's supposed to be in PART TWELVE. i don't make the rules 😬

PART THIRTEEN will hopefully still be out either Sunday or Monday 👀 god willing 🪬

intro note: sorry for the delay, gorgeous ghouls; school bit me in the booty. like, just took a whole chunk of my 🍑 in its teeth and tore 🦈 but that's done now 🫠 onwards and upwards!

end note: friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears! i'll be traveling about 4 time zones back tomorrow and might not have the opportunity to write again until Monday 😔 i'll get the next part up as soon as i can, though, i promise. definitely before the end of next week 🫶

end note: i'm so sorry for any confusion, my darling dears 🥺 i'm so grateful that y'all are on this journey with me (and what a journey it is), and i wanna make sure i give you good quality content. i needed to weed out the issues and feel that what's now written is a better reflection of what's to come. bless you all, you delicious specimens 😘

intro note: blessings, blessings, everyone. i come bearing new(ish) content! 🫶

end note: hey my beauties!! thank you so so so so so MUCH for bearing with me as i ironed out the kinks in the plot's fabric. i feel a lot more confident about how to move forward. things just make more sense. i hope everyone is cool with the changes made and that you're still willing to ride this through til the end with meee 🫶

intro note: ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ if you haven't read the updated versions of THIRTEEN, FOURTEEN & FIFTEEN, please do so, otherwise this part won't make sense 😅

end note: this was a lot trickier than i thought it would be, but i gotter done 💪 thank you again for your patience and support, fam <3 i'm so lucky to have you guys 😭

if you'd like to be kept up to date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS, since the taglist has malfunctioned 🙈 i'm still adding ppl to it, but i can't guarantee that i'll ever use it since attempting to fix the problem is starting to destroy my sanity 💀

end note:

fun fact: Mathilda Grace would be played by actress Cree Cicchino, for anyone who prefers having a visual reference 🖼️✨

note: alright, 16-17-18 are the thorns in my side; irksome and nit-picky and ruthless in their desire to include more of e4 than necessary. i'm finally happy with this one, though it took the week to smooth out the creases, and am already working on the next part to have out posthaste.

thank you so much for your patience, my doves 🫶

intro note: this one may be difficult to follow as i use omniscient POV in some instances rather than third-person. i hope i managed to make the head-hopping clear 🫶

end note: this chapter was written to Amber Run's I Found (TXME Remix). i have a whole soundtrack for this series that i'd like to present once October Sun is complete, but i couldn't keep this one to myself. it's so intense and perfectly captures the fracturing of Reader's mind as she sits in that classroom with her friend's possible abuser.

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end note:

fun fact: my high school art teacher (who was also my favorite teacher and probably the best human ever) often had wine in her coffee mug during class. I imagine the Split River High art teacher does the same 😎

Ms. Gendron, if you're out there, salut 🍷

note: we had company throughout the process of writing this part. a little rascal-beans who made it very hard to type 🐈 because hands are playthings and cuddles are of the utmost importance, human, what are you thinking doing other things? (WhoopsBro left his kitty with us for a few days to fumigate his apartment and the wee beast is full of shenanigans 🐾💨)

if you'd like to be kept up to date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS, since the taglist has malfunctioned 🙈 i am no longer adding people to is as i can't guarantee it'll ever be used again. attempting to fix the problem destroyed my sanity 💀

19 (new)

end note: firstly, i actually really like Claire. i don't think she's a pick me, but i do think she's hella misguided and very entitled. clever, vicious, and kind of terrifying. many things but not a pick me. but Wally doesn't know anything about her except that she and Xavier had a whole sexuationship behind Maddie's back and our babe is loyal.

anyway, isn't this much better? or maybe you don't think so, i dunno, but i'm a lot happier with this part 😅 i truly love writing the dynamic between our 3 main ghosts and the 3 seat-fillers (Ajay, Bernie and Katelynn), but, sadly, those scenes don't always serve a purpose. i'm considering writing brief Asides. in-universe drabbles of our favorite haunt's day-to-day. legit, i have fanfic for my fanfic at this point...

end note: all i kept picturing is this teeny-tiny madwoman glaring ferociously at the squad car as she drives after it to keep an eye on Simon. a crazy, over-protective witch just yelling profanities out of her window at the cops the whole way to the station. Mathilda is a delight.

end note: not edited, we die like students at Split River High.

anyway, thank you so much for keeping up with this journey, my beloveds! the next part might be out sooner than i thought since i have a few days off this coming week. no promises, just hopeful thinking 😭 expect a comical stage as Ajay tries to keep Wally from giving everything away 👻 we have fun here...

ABOUT THE TAGLIST: i'm afraid i am no longer updating or using the taglist. moving forward, if you'd like to keep up to date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS. that thing took me to Hell and back, and we're no longer on speaking terms...😒

intro note: this one's gonna be long. well, long-er than i'm used to posting in one shot lol

end note: dun dun dun...next part will be out sometime in the end of the week, God willing 🤞

all i imagined during the whole rooftop scene is Ajay just standing there, head in his hands, muttering, "this is why we can't have nice things." that poor, gentle boy needs a raise.

intro note: i lied...it's 5308 words omg

end note: expect the second part to undergo some editing. it unfolded exactly how it was supposed to but i ran outta steam today. we got ourselves a little potato to dogsit for the next three weeks and she's been a handful 🥔🐶

24 (original)

end note: *appears from a cloud of smoke, cloaked and shadowy, Final Countdown blaring* let the games begin!

25 (original)

intro note: sorry for the delay, loves, work was overwhelming (it's busy season) and i'm sick and it was a lot 😩⚰️ ilyg 🫶

end note: Waiting for Godot is so stripped down that I disliked it immensely. also, please remember that time moves differently between the worlds of the living and the dead. so the 2 seconds it takes Xavier to lose his shit is, like, enough minutes in the metaphysical world for our ghost friends to find the forged receipt. like Narnia...it's been a thousand years O.o (iykyk)

26 (original)

end note: fun fact: i'd toyed with the "ppl can see Wally when Reader touches him" reveal for some time, initially thinking i'd do it at the Homecoming Dance. but. plot happened so...yeah no, it didn't work anymore 🤷‍♀️ also, i would've had to account for Nicole, Claire, Mathilda, Hana, Eli...everyone. possibly teachers. all the ghosts. i love writing ensemble scenes, but that is too many moving pieces.

24 (final version)

intro note: 🚨💀⚠️thank you for bearing with me, guys. this is entirely new material. PART 24/25/26 have been combined here to create a massive fluffing installment (6509 words 😮‍💨). i'd suggest rereading at least the latter half of PART 23 beforehand if you need a refresh of the point in time we're returning to. please pretend that the old parts never happened. erase them from your memories 🕰️👁️‍🗨️💤🌀

end note: i am of the belief that Mr. South is spooky in his own right and doesn't need Reader to expose him to the supernatural. agree with me or not, his ominous words to Simon at the beginning of the season set me on a path that i can't ignore 🤭

i really hope you guys are okay with how i'm reworking this. i know i gave away a pretty major spoiler, and i regret that so much because i dearly want you all to enjoy this, but it had to be done. otherwise i was more than likely going to throw in the towel. rest assured, there is SO MUCH more to unfold.

ABOUT THE TAGLIST: y'all know, it ain't a thing around here anymore due to the overuse of ritual magic, some demon-summoning, and an unfortunate sacrifice that resulted in more technical issues than tumblr could handle 🔮🗡️ if you'd like to be kept up-to-date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS. we have fun here (•¯ ∀ ¯•)

intro note: 📜🪶🧡 guess who's baaAAAAaaack~ 👁️👅👁️ thank you everyone for being patient. it was your support that motivated me to write through brain fog and fatigue and the various other symptoms i'm experiencing rn. big ups, bbs 😘 this is the slipperiest of slopes as we close October Sun and step into October Moon. i hope it's everything you've been waiting for (*serenely dodges tomatoes and accusations of clickbaiting smut*). tysm my dearest loves 💘

intro note: ⏰we continue...🐾 we clocked in at 6818 words. for anyone triggered by violence or murder, especially involving children, the plot will still make sense if you choose to SKIP that scene. it begins in Act 3 when we return to Wally's POV. i have indicated that act with "‗‗‗‗🚩‗‗‗‗" to avoid confusion. if you wish to back-arrow out but would like a summary of events, please DM me and i'll happily catch you up in a gentler way 🧡

end note: unedited. written at midnight. you know the drill: i will most likely come back to tinker at the bits i think need fixing 😅

this chapter was written to Daylight (Cinematic) by David Kushner (Act 3). parts of Act 3 had also been inspired by Devil Devil by Milck, specifically the violence that unfolds when Christopher Nears attacks Living Man. the last act was written to Outta My Head by The Eagle Rock Gospel Singers. if anyone is interested in an October Sun playlist, it will be released upon completion of the story (i.e.: after PART 27)🥲🥀

end note: i will definitely be tinkering away here tomorrow 💀

Act 1 was written to The Night We Met (Slowed & Thunder Storm) by Lord Huron. Act 5 was written to You're Somebody Else by Flora Cash. finally, Act 6 was written to Willow Tree March by The Paper Kites.

i can't believe it, guys. we made it. (ignoring that i now have less that 3 weeks to accomplish Series 2 before the second season airs...) thank you everyone who's still clinging for their lives on the sides of this chaos canoe. you're all legends and i love each and every one of you to the moon and beyond 😭

#housekeeping #Milo Manheim #Wally Clark #Wally Clark x Reader #fem!reader #Wally Clark smut #Wally Clark fanfiction #Milo Manheim fanfiction #School Spirits #October Sun

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kiwichaeng · 16 days ago

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Favourite Lone Star Fandom Memories

Thank you @carlos-in-glasses for tagging me and thank you @thisbuildinghasfeelings for starting this <3 I am sorry it took me a while to get to this but this week has been simply put A Lot.

In no particular order:

The Gif Set that changed it all.

April 2023, I am swamped with work and exhausted all the time when I come across a gif set of the Lou 2 scene and I am simply a goner. I see the love, the communication and the CARE in that one gif set and am immediately hooked. I needed to know more about those two men Immediately but I am busy af so I consume all the fic and gifsets instead for now. And well here I still am! I binged the show like insane finally in May just a week before the wedding episode aired. I still remember so clearly where I was when I first saw it and I wish I could find that one again just so I could tell the gif maker how much it means to me.

My friendship with the wonderful @fallout-mars

From comment boxes to asks to dms, getting to know Millie has been just amazing. I was so scared the first time I posted a comment on their fic (wits my beloved) and I could never believe that the author I admired so much wanted to talk to me. When I got the first ask I proceeded to freak out to my best friend about it and sent her a draft of my reply. Millie, I am so glad we got to talking and that you were nice enough to send me little snippets when I was too busy to read. They were and still are the absolute highlight on nights when things get a lot. The wits universe that you have created is something that I will carry with me for a very long time. I am so grateful for every reply, ask, snippet, message, your crochet creations and precious Buzz pics and I'm so glad you exist <3 (may I have more Buzz pics pls 😔😔)

Reconnecting with my now best friend through this show.

@vkookslays and I got talking again because we had Lone Star in common. I posted about the finale on my Instagram story and the next thing I knew I was getting a dm from the girl who I talked to every single day years ago but then drifted apart. I have no idea what I would have done without you, especially in 2023. You have been my absolute rock and support and I love you so much <3 and you WILL wake up with me at 5 am on Tuesday to watch the finale whether you like it or not 🔪 :)

My first time streaming an episode

Holy shit what a rush that was. The live blogs, the commentary, the posts, the community! I am going to hold that feeling with me forever it was absolutely amazing

First time sensitivity reading a fic

I saw @lemonlyman-dotcom mention she needed one and I was So Nervous but I texted anyway and oh my god it was kind of amazing. For the first time I felt like I was part of something bigger and it made me so happy to be able to share insights from my religion and help. It was amazing

The love I got on my fic

Y'all were the sweetest and kindest people ever I swear!! Not even just the published work but any time I posted a snippet (rip autopsy fic) or anything like that I was so overwhelmed with the support. My anxiety kinda hates me a lot so I was so surprised at all the love and it was the best thing ever. Thank you <3

OPEN TAG <3

#evie's random shit #911 lone star

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mafiasliege · 10 months ago

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I dare you to let me go

(This is part 7 of my fic. Enjoy reading!)

Part 6 ↓

AVERY

The next two months may have been the worst time of Avery's life. Poverty, attempts on her life, pressure of the world, nothing compared to this. She threw herself even more into her work, tried not to be in the house that suddenly felt so lonely. Jameson and her didn't spend every waking moment together, even before everything went to hell, but he'd always be there. Making mischief, speeding cars on the track, sunbathing in the solarium or jumping off of his beloved climbing wall. She could feel him being there, and that was a great comfort. Now it felt so empty.

Jameson was still in the UK. He had come home for Christmas and New Year's, though. But the Hawthorne House was big enough for him to never see her.

She had to do something. Just because he told her to go away doesn't mean she'd just obey.

The next day, Alisa was in her office with Gray.

"Alisa. I need you to research every loophole on this."

The next few hours, the for of them discussed every possible outcome regarding her… proposition.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Avery?" Grayson asked her, even though he jumped on board with the idea.

"Yes."

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"Hey, Priscilla."

"Oh dear! Get inside, you all."

"That's okay. Is Jameson not home?" That was Xander, peeking in.

"Oh no, sweetie. He's in London. He had been since his mot was here two weeks ago."

Avery frowned. "A mot?"

"The blonde one."

"What's her name?"

"Don't know, girl. Mario tells me she's the Countess of Caithness. Real charmer."

Mario was the security at the front gate. No doubt they'd talked around. Even the media had gotten the hint they weren't together anymore. Their theories only made her feel worse.

Avery tried to mask her disappointment. He was flying around the globe like it was a ball, but he'd only come home for the sake of holidays. Just when she'd tracked him down, he was in London.

She was nervous on the flight there, and Xander tried using his distraction skills to it's best.

"What do you think he's doing in London? You know, other than getting into trouble."

Avery ignored that and voiced her fears thoughts instead, "do you think he's dating someone?"

"Probably." Said Lyra, casually sipping on her Manhattan. "What? It could happen. He's single and a Hawthorne. It could even be that blonde." She shrugged when Grayson glared at her.

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Jameson was not in his apartment, not at the mercy, and not with Simon. Max had stumbled into a famous bookstore. After Avery started panicking again, Lyra tried to redeem herself for her previous taunting, and dragged them to her favourite bar place in the city.

"You need to chill. Come on, the Manhattan on the flight has started losing its effect, anyway."

Inside the club, called The Onyx, Avery realised how fucked up a sense of humour life had, when she saw Jameson… with a girl.

"We did not go through so much trouble with Sheffield Grayson just for you to commit murder yourself," Grayson said, warning Avery, her dagger eyes on Jameson and the pretty blonde sitting together. He proceeded to say something that made them both laugh a lot and she touched his arm. It was his real laugh, which only made her more jealous.

"Gray's right. Max says it's harder to hide bodies in winter." Why Max knew that, no one knew. "Besides, don't you need to, you know, be married to be Countess?"

"Caithness is in Scotland, Xan. Some women there can just inherit the title. As a matter of fact, she's on google. Unmarried." She showed him a Wikipedia page.

While Lyra and Xan kept chattering, Jameson had spotted them. She waved at him. They got up and came toward them.

The blonde put out her hand, "Bridget. Nice to meet you." Avery put aside the most vivid fantasies she had sitting there of pulling the hand that touched him and burn it, and shook it instead. "Avery."

After initial introductions, avery excused herself to the bathroom.

Stay cool, calm, and collected.

"Heiress."

Avery turned around to see Jameson standing there. She turned around slowly to face him. He looked so beautiful, it hurt. His eyes seemed brighter, somehow. And his face and posture looked more relaxed, like when you water a drying plant. She felt equal parts guilty and ashamed that it took him leaving her to feel like himself again.

"I have to tell you something." He just nodded. Her heart was thumping rapidly in her chest.

"I gave up the Hawthorne foundation. It officially belongs to Grayson now." Jameson was shocked. He blinked twice, as if it wasn't real and all in his head.

"How? I thought you couldn't-"

"I told you, I'm not letting you go. Not now, not ever. But i had too many expectations from too many people. I had to release some of it. So, I researched every loophole the past couple of months, and made it official, it can't be undone now. And i wouldn't have it any other way." She always knew the Hawthorne foundation was what Grayson really missed about losing the inheritance, and she had her own foundation, her own purpose.

She kept talking, if he wasn't going to.

"So, your girlfriend's nice." The best way to cut out the awkward parts, according to her, was to rip off the bandaid asap.

“I'm not here on a date. Bridget's just a friend,” Jameson said in a small voice.

“Then why…”

"Why did Priscilla say-" his eyes glittered with emotion.

“Because I knew you'd ask her. Because I'm afraid of getting too attached again. I've been fighting against my still-consistent longing for you, and I almost gave in. I don’t…” He inhaled a shuddering breath.

“I’m scared I’ll go back and lose myself again. I’m scared you’ll get comfortable and take back you're words. I can’t go through that a second time, Avery. I can’t.” Avery put her hands on his neck.

"I won't, Jameson. I'll never take us back to that time." She pressed her forehead against his.

“Give us another chance,” she said. “One last chance. I promise I won’t hurt you. I know my promises don’t mean much to you anymore, and that's entirely my own doing, but tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.”

This time, it was her who waited. Waited for so long, she wasn't sure he'd even heard her. When it became clear he wasn't going to say anything, she turned around.

"Heiress."

She hadn't even turned around halfway before Jameson grabbed her hand to gently pulled her toward him…

And kissed her.

#idytlmg #the inheritance games #the grandest game #tig #tig fanfic #the brothers hawthorne #the hawthorne brothers #avery grambs #jameson hawthorne #javery #jameson x avery #averyjameson #grayson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne

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memberment · 6 months ago

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GOOD MORNING EVERYONE

So the Trinitarians brain worm is back and Morning Glory is now longer and biting the dust as far as my focus goes.

But like, I genuinely want to talk to anyone who's invested in what's to come as far as part two goes. SO PLEASE. I IMPLORE THE FOUR OF YOU WHO PERPETUALLY TAKE NOTICE OF MY SCREAMS INTO THE VOID.

We're all aware that Trin is a time loop fic. That is confirmed.

BUT THE PROBLEM IS HOW I'M GOING ABOUT DOING THAT. AND I NEED INPUT FROM PEOPLE THAT ARE NOT ME AS FAR AS PLEASES AND SPARKLES GO, YES?

Because like sure I'm writing it and like fuck everything else, let me tell my story. But it's the how of it all like if I'm gonna throw another 200 give or take hours into this I would at least like one person to be having a wonderful time drinking and driving (I have since remembered this is not a common phrase, I do not mean this in a literal sense, it's an expression) with me right?

Part two is going to be 50 chapters, give or take. (Part one is about 37 for reference.)

So the plan for part 2 rn is (ROGUHLY):

(1-10) is the second timeline. There are a lot of importants and I cannot just glaze over it all more than that. But we're also working in a bit of a shorter time period than the original events of the story and introductions do not need to happen again, right?

(11-40)ish would be me running through the next timelines in a set up structure -> what changes -> the results of said changes and then inevitably what sends our looper backwards. It wouldn't be running through all the timelines but the more notable ones in kind of a four chapter structure, I am not fully sold on four, but rough estimate yk.

And then 41-50 would be the finale of part two. It's literally the last timeline in its glory and then the epilogue which kicks off part three.

COULD AT LEAST ONE OF Y'ALL SIT THROUGH THAT OR DO YOU GUYS HAVE ANY NOTES AT ALL BECAUSE LIKE

I personally kinda like it but if not a soul is reading this I am throwing myself on the curb with the rest of the garbage LMFAOOO.

I NEED THOUGHTS. OPINIONS. COMMENTS. CONCERNS. ANYTHING.

Anyways, I'm going to work. I have off tomorrow and I broke the ff investment seal for today so insanity and updates will be here tonight and homework will be tomorrow.

HOPE EVERYONE HAS A GOOD DAY <3

(9:30) I am literally falling asleep as I lazily write this angel based on Danse Macabre. Expect all of maybe one more update tonight if the tacos I am abt to receive don't wake me up LMFAO.

Also, I am almost saddened by not having something to post tm. Anyone want an early chapter of something that isn't Genesis/Desolation bc they're both on Monday?????? (I am feeling like a menace rn)

(10:19) tacos and the absolute yap session I just had did wake me up a bit. MAAAYBE might write some more. Idk I slept like three hours last night and went to work I'm kinda dead. But we're at 98.2k!!!!!!🥳

(11:06) okay we made it to 99.6k everything besides the flashback for 31 is done. I'm about to relax and watch something and figure out mechanics of some of this because god this series is A BEAST. Like, I still have six planned chapters left.

Pure insanity. I love it here. I hate it here.

Holy shit wait I just came to the realization that I started this fic exactly one month ago. I have belted out 99.6k for THIS FIC ALONE. (Moreso if we're including future shit that hasn't happened yet)

IN ONE MONTH.

THAT IS FUCKING CRAZY WHAT HTE FUCK LMFAOOOO

I may or may not be cooking we’ll find out in 6-26 business hours

(5:28) So I just had a very interesting past few business hours. I read a fic I've been waiting ever so patiently to finish. That's cool, right. I go for a walk at 4 in the morning because I'm insane. Fantastic. I get home at five and I'm like ohhhh well what do I do now it's not sleep time yet. Oh write I'm supposed to be drawing.

Nope I reread the epilogue of morning glory and realized Tweek's first address is for my morning glory and Craig's last sign off is your morning glory and now I'm ready to throw myself on the curb with the garbage as I sob. Someone call a trusted adult for me thanks.

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strawberryfairi · 11 months ago

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“I loved you then…back when I knew you”

Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words…will you take your man back or nah?)

♕Pairings: Kazutora X Black Fem Reader 🤎 (ANYONE CAN READ)��Content: 18+ Eventual smut, Some grief, Some angst ~Crossposted On: Wattpad ONLY ~Updating WEEKLY

w.c. 2.1k💠 Released April 5, 2024

NOTE🧚🏾‍♀️: So like lmk if you'd like to be a part of a taglist for this story to keep up with updates! That's all for this note🥰 Also omg y'all this chapter's like so short 'cause I split it from chapter 10. Next chapter will be longer I SWEAAARRRR!!!!

Previous | Next Chapter: Pending…. Chapters Masterlist

CHAPTER 11; JUST A KISS

It's been five hours since Kazutora showed up at your doorstep earlier this morning. At this point you've taken your hair out and styled it as a braid out, and completed the rest of your usual morning routine. Since it's the weekend and you're officially staying inside all day, you kept on your pajamas. They're cute so why not, and the whole vibe is giving sleepover anyways. The two of you did nothing but talk and laugh, catching one another up on life. You learned he's been working at a pet shop with one of his old friends since he's been out of jail. He's always thought cats were cute so it made sense to you as soon as he brought the news.

When you weren't chatting, the two of you would just lie near each other on your bed in a tranquil silence until another conversation naturally sparked up, just like right now. "So..." Kazutora started, laying on his back looking up at the ceiling. "So?" You furrow your brows a bit, turning to rest your head on your palm as your elbow lifted you up to look at him. "Don't take this the wrong way but...I've kinda been assuming you must have a boyfriend or fiancée now, right? Do you two live together?"

You sighed, wincing a little at his innocent questions. "Yeaaaah...actually, I'm single now." You clarify a bit awkwardly. "Now?" He questions, rolling over on his side to face you. "Yup, now. We broke up a while ago, and we didn't really last all that long. Just a bit over a year." You huff, recalling the memories of the unnecessarily dramatic breakup. "Was he your only boyfriend?" He asks curiously. "No, I've had four since high school." You share plainly. Kazutora's heart drops to his feet. Four?! Since high school?! What did that mean?! You were with someone all the way back in high school?! It had to have been after he left!

"I guess that makes sense. You've always been...pretty." He murmurs, looking to the side in attempt to hide the disappointment behind his eyes. You really went and outlived him experience-wise. You've had so many boyfriends while he hasn't even had one single girlfriend. You're the only girl he's ever kissed and even that was just a one-time thing.

"They were trash, honestly. It seems the older I get the worse I pick. Only one was ever genuinely good to me, he just...wasn't right for me if that makes sense. We weren't even actually together, but-you know what? You don't need to be bothered by my sorry ass love life." You sigh, falling backwards onto your back. "No no, I don't mind." He shakes his head.

He actually minded a lot. He was extremely jealous of every single one of these guys even though he firstly had zero clue who they were and second you had clearly stated they weren't great guys. You roll back onto your side, eyes fixed on Kazutora's long hair. "Ehhh, it's whatever. I'm glad at least I have you again! Had I still been with my ex right now I would've never been able to do this with you." You smile softly, fingers gently running through his soft hair.

"Perfect timing I guess." He shrugs.

"I think you've always had perfect timing actually. Like the night we met and you came and beat the crap outta that college dude." You murmur, becoming fully entranced in playing with his hair at this point.

Kazutora hums in response, eyes slightly closing as he feels you play with his hair. He grabs your hand and pulls it directly on top of his head, signaling that he wanted you to massage his scalp. You let out a breathy chuckle, giving him what he wants. The corners of his lips slightly tug upwards as he lets out a satisfied sigh, leaning over and pushing you down onto your back on the bed by your chest. A noise of shock leaves your lips as you look up at him with wide eyes. Then, he lays his head down on your chest, right by your heart as he places your hand back on top of his head. Gosh, you thought he was gonna do something else. You shake your head, going back to massaging his scalp the way he likes. Something about this felt extremely different from when the two of you were younger.

"Would you really think of me all this time?" He mumbles, his tone soft yet somber. You furrow your brows at the random question. "Yeah. I already told you I'd think about you." You chuckle a little, figuring he must have wanted to just hear it again. "What would you think about me; specifically?" He asks cautiously. "Specifically? I mean, I'd think of all kinds of things. The haunted house, when you'd take me out riding on your motorcycle at night, the night we met, everything." You shrug, unable to really think of anything else.

He sighs deeply, seeming to not really like your answer, making you furrow your brows again in a mix of confusion and slight concern.

"What?" You ask.

"...Nothing." He murmurs shortly.

"Kazi..." You say in a warning tone.

"It's just...when we were at the haunted house that one night, do you remember...when we kissed?" He asks cautiously, keeping his eyes closed. Your hand involuntarily freezes in his hair, your heart doing the same as you replay his words over and over again. "Uhhh, yeah I do. It was my first kiss actually." You reply with a bashful chuckle, trying to maintain your calm tone.

"Mine too. Did you-..did you like it? When I kissed you?" He asks, lifting his head and leaning up over you to look at you. "...Mhm." You respond with a nod, feeling your face rapidly starting to heat up. You had a slight sense based off of earlier that he might have some romantic feelings somewhere in there for you but you weren't expecting him to do something like this so fast. His eyes light up like a Christmas tree at your response as he looks to the side deep in thought. "Why are you askin' me this?" You question softly, cupping his face with a hand and turning his head back towards you. Silence falls right between you two, your gesture unintentionally causing you both to become lost in each others eyes. You both knew that you knew exactly why he asked you that. It's the same reason you brought up the haunted house earlier in the first place.

Hesitantly, you start to pull him closer, forcing him to move himself further on top of you in order to follow your movements. He swallows nervously, eyes catching the way yours shift down to his lips. His face quickly shades deep pink, catching on to what you were wanting to do. His mouth opens and closes, trying to form some sort of coherent sentence.

"I-I-..I was just-I-

Your soft laughter cuts off his random stuttering, making him shut his mouth. In one swift movement you let yourself fall onto your back, suddenly bringing him fully on top of you. Kazutora uses his hands to stop himself, each one on either side of your head. Nervously, he chews on his bottom lip, eyes darting all over the place. "Did you ask because you want to do it again?" You question, your tone soft and flirty as you wrap your arms around his neck. You send an intense shiver down his spine, his heart feels like it's about to explode. All he could muster was a slight nod. His bashfulness was doing something to you right now. The way he could barely look at you, but once he does he's completely entranced. It's the sweetest thing.

"Is that a yes?" You raise a brow slightly in amusement. He gives you a choked out "yes", unconsciously leaning down closer. You take that as the perfect opportunity, using your arms around his neck to gently pull him closer, enough to where your lips were just barely touching. His hair creates a curtain around the two of you, some strands lightly tickling your cheeks. "Then kiss me." You urge, eyes filled with desire. Without a second thought, he closes the thin gap, pressing his lips against yours desperately. Instantly you let out a soft sigh, placing a hand in his hair as the other cups his face, kissing him back with just as much need. Your lips move together slowly, as if they were recognizing each other after all this time. His lips feel perfect, so soft and smooth, even better than back then. He's addictive.

Slowly the two of you pull away, catching your breath. Kazutora's blushing up to his ears, yet his eyes look at you with a hunger you've never seen. "Can we do it again?" He asks in a low tone.

"You don't have to ask, K." You chuckle, eyes already fixed on his lips as you pull him into another kiss. This one is much more intense than the first. Both hands cup his face as you move your lips against his a bit faster. Your body temperature was rising quickly, and your breathing became slightly heavier. You needed more. Taking full control of the kiss you coax his mouth open, letting your tongue explore him a bit further. He lets out a little noise of surprise, struggling to keep up. Abruptly you pull away once again, looking up at him with a frown.

"You don't wanna touch me?" You tilt your head to the side. This whole time it was just you touching him, his hands just stayed put right on either side of your head.

"I-I didn't know if you wanted me to." He says nervously.

"If I wanted you to, would you?" You ask playfully, running your hands down his sides then pulling him against you by his waist. A short gasp leaves his lips at your boldness, your bodies were touching now, touching in places he's never felt before. You smile softly, bringing him into another kiss. He was eager this time to feel your tongue again, so instantly he opens his mouth, brushing his tongue against your bottom lip gently. Your tongues dance with one another in a passionate kiss, your hand slowly reaching for his arm. Taking his hand, you place it on your cheek to start.

Your hands travel up and down his torso, taking your time as you finally get to touch him. He's always been muscular, but now he's much more filled out. You trail from his shoulders down his back, feeling the way he shivers in response, then make your way to his stomach. The feeling of his abs under your fingertips excited you an indecent amount. You were doing younger you such a huge favor, as she'd always fantasize about what he'd feel like. Just then, you feel him start to harden up underneath his pants, a tent pressing against you making your heart, and admittedly, your pussy flutter.

Abruptly, Kazutora pulls away, eyes fearful and wide. His random movement making you jump a little. "I'm so sorry!" He says frantically, attempting to get off of you but you grab his arms, keeping him still. "No no, it's ok! I don't mind at all." You assure with a light chuckle. He's so innocent and nervous, it's adorable, looking at you all unsure and embarrassed. "We're just kissing. You don't have to be so jumpy." You cup his face in your hands. "But-..but-

You cut him off, pulling him down again and bringing your lips to his ear. "I mean...I like that I can get you like this from just a kiss. It's really cute." You purr sensually, moving back so you could see his reaction. His entire face had gone red, innocent eyes wide as his mind malfunctions while trying to process your words.

"I-..I wanna take you out!" He blurts out abruptly, catching you completely off guard. "On a date; together." He finishes awkwardly, blushing his head off. "Well I mean I figured it'd be together" You chuckle softly, "What's making you say this all of a sudden?"

"It's not all of a sudden. I've wanted to go on a date with you for the longest time. I think-..shouldn't I take you out on a date first before we do things like this? That's how I'm supposed to do it right?" He asks innocently. He's just too adorable, ughh gosh. You didn't want to say no since honestly you like his more traditional way of thinking when it comes to this.

"You're right. I'd love to go on a date with you." You smile softly, leaning up and giving him a small peck on the cheek. For a moment he looks surprised, shocked that you'd agreed so easily, then a wide smile spreads across his lips.

"Really?!" He beams cutely.

"Yes, Kazutora." You chuckle, shaking your head at his excitement.

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Stop it's literally disrespectful how short this chapter is I feel terrible😭 BUT, if you want, comment and let me know if I should double post and have chapter 12 out tomorrow.

#strawberryfairi🧚🏾‍♀️#back when i knew you #kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya x black fem reader #black fem reader #tokyo rev #kazutora #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora smut #kazutora x you #tokyo revengers #black female writer #kazutora hanemiya x reader #fem reader #tokyo revengers x black reader

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araminthe · 6 months ago

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Saturday, 10th of August / Samedi 10 août 2024

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Sleep: still bad, from 4am to 12am

Health: Ate healthy food, very very little sugar. But I was busy so I couldn't eat when I wanted, I was so hungry (thanks cousin for giving me a meal at 11pm)

Work / Focus: only 30mins today, revised for my driving license before being interrupted by people

Today's description: Had peace and took care of my own matters until 4pm. Had to eat with family and the guests. Then my family is going to a store so I go with them. I buy a puzzle of a 1000 pieces there. I'm so excited for the puzzle.

I also buy a notebook but why does it smell so damn bad. It smells so bad, I threw some deodorant and perfume on it but the good smell was canceled by the bad smell. It smells this bad. Dammit.

Then, I spend some time at home, too much family is at home (includes the guests) so I can't work.

Then, 9pm, my sister is going away, so I go out to say goodbye, then take a walk outside my neighborhood with my cousin who lives a minute away.

Night comes quickly and we're still outside talking (we're right in front of our houses si it's safe).

Then to keep talking, I go to her home, and she says let's go eat, so we eat in the kitchen while talking, (it's my second actual meal of the day, thanks for feeding me (╥﹏╥) )

At midnight my bro comes to walk me home, even though we live a few minutes away, we never know, better be safe (that's a typical women's life, the world can be scary sometimes).

He also just got back from spending the night at my other cousin's place.

Then we just talk to one another and laugh until 1am.

I go to my room and my 12y old sis is still awake.

I wanted to journal for just a bit but then it's 3am and I just finished the journal I had been using for 5 months.

So now its 3:35 and I'll go to sleep very quickly.

(I swear I want to sleep early, but why am I always so busy until very late. I definitely need to make some changes 😭)

At least I don't overuse my phone, I improved on that and I can focus on my work when I want to, so it's a big positive point

(I only use it to talk with friends and write on Tumblr, I stopped scrolling, thus stopped destroying my brain, I feel my brain capacities coming back, but for that to definitely work, I need to sleep correctly)

I also eat healthily and do not overeat.

I guess I can't change eveything at once, it will have to be one thing at a time.

So next is, making more time for work through the day and improving my sleeping habits

Anyway, good night, sleep well and on time (don't take my example)

Bisou bisou, peace and love for y'all.

#improvement #keep trying #bad sleep #daily life #summer break

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dramallamasdraws · 2 months ago

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We're talking Ruins!!!

Ruins of a Fantasy is my largest project. Currently it is planed as a 5 book series. (And actually more; a sequel series, continuation, a few novellas) This world is pretty big and the part we see in the series is just a fraction of the world.

The general premise of the story is Dorian learns he's a from a war torn fantasy world, that is on the brink of ruins. He has to return home to the kingdom of Tlatena (Tuh-la-ten-ah), to stop King Rhygen Remixolo of Xutechma (Zoo-te-k-ma) from destroying the kingdom.

The first book "The Trident Tournament" is already written and now I'm working on the second "The Flight of the Fearless". Most of the art I have right now is from the first book but I shall present them in waves so I do not overwhelm.

I'm in the process of getting book one published, and polishing it to be the best it can. I REALLY want it to be traditionally published which is going to be an uphill battle but I get to share my silly little guys with y'all in the mean time so!!

Let me introduce you to the characters! From top to bottom in this drawing: Dorian Del Mar, Kaden Caldera, and Delilah Aleteo

Dorian is our main character. He starts the book at age 13, and was blessed by the Goddess of water, Agora. Which gives him multiple water abilities.

He's an anxious, self doubting kid and I love him. The story is only told through his perspective but have debated adding other character's pov but I'm not entirely sure. We'll see.

Next is Kaden! My fire poor fire boy. He was blessed by the God of rock, mineral and natural disasters, Primus.

Kaden is Dorian's half brother. Their father is King Alistair (who I do not have a drawing of :"D) I love Kaden so friken much, he's been through so much. He was ostracized from Tlatena because he comes from a nearly extinct dragon race.

His relationship with Dorian is really rocky not because any beef they have, they are both just insanely awkward and trying their best. They haven't seen each other in years, neither have very good social skills so it's quite a time. But they love each other and I love them

Last but definitely not least beloved Delilah! She is the Queen's right hand lady and protector of the Royals.

If you think she is very young to be doing this job you are absolutely correct! She is!

However she is also the only person alive left to do it. So the duty fell on her. The Aleteo family has been protectors of the Royal fairies for generations, basically since they created a kingdom. So it has deep roots, and it's not something you can turn down just because of age.

The good news is because of this Delilah was quite literally born and bred for this sort of thing and had been training since basically day one.

She is childhood friends with Kaden and they have been together for a long time which causes som conflict with her position but she tries.

So that's Ruins!! The first bit of it anyway.

Next time I'll talk about Nolan (it's criminal that I am talking about Dorian and not him)

I also wanna share the different covers for the book I designed. I have so much I need to share, oh dear. TILL NEXT TIME!!

#ruinsofafantasy #artists on tumblr #booklr #books #character design #digital art #authors #writers on tumblr #writing #fantasy #lgbtq #people of color #original character #oc art #my art #my ocs

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dumb-gemini · 10 months ago

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Y'all are getting a face reveal today for anime STL pics :)

Anyway I had SO much fun!!! I just posted about it over on my writing account but this one I'm gonna post more pictures on, I trust all of you my lovely mutuals :)

Ok ranting time!!! (Im gonna try and keep it short but god do I have a lot of fun stories)

OKAY SO ACTUALLY THAT ONE WITH THE CHILDE COSPLAYER IS LIKE MY FAVORITE BC OF WHY I GOT IT

I went to a genshin panel that got done early, so the host/Neuvillette decided to do a mad libs with everyone. They said to try and keep the words genshin related so the first word I thought of was "tartagalicious" and after much debate with me and my friend decided that word would fall under adjective. So when they say they need an adjective I raise my hand and say it, and holy shit the Neuvillette took one look at me and was like "of course you of all people would say that." Anyway the Tartaglia thought that was funny too and they blew me a kiss and when I tell you I was FREAKING OUT- It's actually embarrassing how my friend had to calm me down. Anyway once the panel/mad libs was over I went and asked them for a picture, they said yes and now I have that silly little thing to remember :)

(also once again ranted about this on my writing blog but I'm still honestly processing it so uh yeah I'm talking about it here too) Anyway, I got to meet Alejandro Saab!! I paid $10 to get Jing Yuans quote with it but it was sooo worth it. That poster is like my favorite ever so I'm happy I could get him to sign it :) we also talked a little about the book "a court of thorns and roses" bc he was talking about it on stream the other day, which I sadly had to stop watching bc I didn't want spoilers. He said it's really good so far so I'm super excited to keep reading it!!

Also the second picture was another favorite of mine, I won't say who they are but they were actually so sweet and did a whole presentation on decora fashion after the j fashion show we watched. Plus I made some candi while we listened so I do also have a new bracelet!!

Another super exciting person to meet was cyber girl!!! (I don't remember her exact user sorry I swear I'm a real fan 😔) anyway they were so nice and I bought the cutest sticker for my laptop from their brand candy☆trap!

Most of the other pictures are just other amazing cosplayers I met some I chatted with others I just thought they looked cool so I asked for a picture

I was pleasantly surprised at the amount of people that wanted to take a picture with me! I had 5-6 come up when I was dressed up as Zhongli, and 3 as Cirrus. To know people liked my cosplay so much that they want to take a picture that they'll keep makes me so happy. Like those people seriously made my day.

Okay I think rant is over, all in all I had a great time and I'm excited to go again next year, and (hopefully) not spend so much money there. (I currently have 11 dollars to my name but I'm working again soon so we're good >:D)

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theatrekidstatus · 7 months ago

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Dominique x Anthony

☔︎Cast☔︎

Dom

Anthony

Stacy

Dom's pov: It was my first day of college and I sat in class "Hey can I sit here" a freckled boy asked "Sure" "hi I'm Anthony Ramos" "Dom" "Watcha writing" "Um nothing" "sum" "I'm writing a play um never mind" "can I read please" "no it's stupid" "not if it's written by you" I did a stupid girly giggle it was so embarrassing "can I see your play now" "sure, it's not finished and -um" "hey it's great I'd act in it" "thanks" "can I have your number" "sure" we exchange phones "what's your last name" "fishback" "different.... BUT IN A GOOD WAY" "thanks" "OK class I'm Ms.smith ill be teaching Shakespeare and plays,first assignment write a play or poem with a Partner "can I be your partner" he whispers "sure" he smiled at me I tried hiding my smile -1hr later-(I don't know how long college classes are) "hey what's your next class" "uh uh boy it's down time for me" "Same what's your hallway" "A" "what room" "A3" "cool I got A4" "yay we're neighbors" "we'll see ya" "hey Dom" "hey Stacy" "how was you theatre class or whatever" "good" "you're smiling mad hard" "it's nothing" "tell meeeeee" "fine we'll there was this cute boy in my class and he's awesome" "awww you're crushingggg" "shut up he's next door" "ooooooo,I wanna meet him" Stacy ran out the door "Stacy come here" she knocks aggressively and ant came out in a towel on his waist wet hair and bulging abs "hey Kevin what's up-AHHHHHHHH" "AHHHHH" "we're so sorry" he slammed the door "WHAT DID I TELL YOU" I whisper scream "I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyyy I just wanted to meet him" a knock at the door "come in" "hey I'm really sorry for slamming the door" "we're sorry for just coming up to your door" "not to be rude but what did you need?" "I wanted to meet doms lil friend" "Well hi, oh Dom wanna work on our play" "Sure" "I'll leave y'all alone" "🖕🏾" "😘" "So you wanna make any tweaks" "I think it's too cute we need some humor" "I got you" 30 minutes later "wow we're finished " "good now I can nap" "you only have-" "20 minutes i know and don't care" I think he left while he was gone I had a dream we took a nice long walk and just talked and made it to a beach in L. A and he sat me down and said "Dom I love you" and leaned in for a kiss and right when we were going to kiss I felt myself being shaken "Dom Dom Dom Dom" "What" "You have your next class now" "ugh" "what's your class" "tap" (idk if she dances just go wit it) "same" "you can tap?" "Nope" we laughed "Do you wanna brush your hair" "How bad" "15 strokes?" "Gimme" -in class- "I placed in level 3, you?" "Same" "I just can't escape you can I" "Nope" "AYE you two this is not high school stop your yapping and Get to tapping" We shared a look rolled our eyes and got to tapping 5 classes later (Google was so unclear) "I'm so glad my day is OVER" he grabbed me by the arm and started running fast and went to my dorm

"What the hell" "I'm sorry but the night class kids were coming and they have a REAL problem with being late" "How big" "15 inches" "Ew" "But they will beat up anyone in the hall after they're late" "ain't we a lil old for bullying" "you wanna get trampled or beat to a pulp" "nah nah" "exactly, so can I crash here for a few" "sure lover boy" "wow lil fish" "lil fish?" "Yep" "I should kick your ass out right now" "Well why am I lover boy" "I see how you look at Nataliaaa" Yeah sure it hurt that ant had a crush on another girl, but what can ya do? "shut up" "hahaha lover boy" "🙄" "are you gonna ask her out or just look at her like a dork" "shut up" "ok ok I'm done but are youuuu" "maybe I don't know" "you should" "do you like someone" "what no?!" "Oh my god you do spilllll" "no" "pleaseeee" "no" "whyyyyyy" "you'd laugh" "is it that ONE dude who in Shakespeare class" "ew no" "then I won't judgeeeeeeeeeeee" "nooooo,anyway we should practice our play" we here a knock "umm is Dominique fishbacks Room" "yeah" "can I come in" "ant go get the door" "ok" ant opens the door "oh hi ant" natlia greeted "h-i nat oh I'm sorry can I call you nat" "yeah is Dom here" "ye-ah ba-ck he-re" "hi nat what's up" "oh you dropped this in class and I wanted to give it to you" "oh my god I've been looking for that everywhere thank you" "no problem bye Dom bye ant" "bye" ant says weakly "see ya" i replied "ant I know we've been friends for a day and I can't be too rude but what the hell" "I know" "hey I'm sure someone has worse skills" "doesn't feel like it" "DOM" "STACY" "DO NOT GO OUT THERE WITH THOSE NIGHT COLLEGE KIDS THEY DO NOT PLAY" "ARE YOU OK" "yeah barley THEY'RE LIKE ZOMBIES" "lay down" "ok what's up ant" "hey" "are we ever going get to practice" "I don't know" we just laughed "I guess I should head out" ant left "CANT YALL JUST DATE" Stacy screamed "shut up he doesn't even like me" "yes he dose" "he likes- never mind" "OUHH TELL ME" "no I don't gossip" "it's me" "yeah anthor reason I can't trust you" "🖕" "😘"

Next DaY

"Hey lover boy" "Hi lil fish" "Is your girl here yet" "Shut up" he was so red "Haha" "is your man here yet" "Maybe" "Just tell me" "Can you keep a secret" "yeah" "good so can I" "🙄" "DUDE SHES HERE SHES RIGHT THERE" "oh my god shut up" "HI NAT" "hi Dom ant can I sit wit y'all" "sure" "so how's the play going" "amazing we worked so hard on it and we're proud RIGHT ANT" "mhm" "ok class we're gonna present because everyone seems comfortable and ready "Anthony gimme your book" "why" "just gimme" I highlighted his lines "thank you?" "No problem" "AND ANTHONY Dominique CAN GO FIRST" "Can we borrow someone from the class" "ILL DO IT" some kid yelled "OK Well get up here" We acted The thing out he wasn't that bad of an actor we finished up "wow you can act what else can you do" "a lot" "like what" "sing and play baseball" "sing?" "Yeah" "Can I hear" "No we're in class!" "After?" "Sure" AFTER CLASS

"LOVER BOY" "LIL FISH" "sing" "right here right now?" "YESSSSSS" "NOOOOOOOO" "Please" "Fine what song" "The beginning song to In the Heights" "UGHH lights up on Washington hights" "WOAH YOU CAN SING, "Stacy says while cutting In the middle of us "Yeah kinda," he says while stroking his hair" "don't be shy now lover boy" "lover boy?" "It's an inside joke" "Well I got class See ya two" "BYE" "Now back to your song" -aFtEr SoNg- (a/n AND NO I WILL NOT BE WRITING THE WHOLE THING)

"Wow" "Thanks?" "Oh no the night kids are coming RUN!" We crashed In my dorm "Why is your side of the room so underdecorted" "I dont care about how it looks only if I get work done" "Be for real" "Fine I'm broke" he Chuckled a little "um hey dom I have a question for you" "yeah" "should I ask nat out" wow that kinda hurt but I want him to be happy "of course" "what if she says no" "she probably not your a great guy but if she does you'll find some one else" I say while sitting next to him and placing my hand on his "thanks dom" "should I text her or ask in class" "in class" "cool can I practice on you sure" "so I've liked you for a while and I was wondering if you want to go out some time" "perfect now are you actually going to say that" "shut up" he said while we both laughed "I hope so" "oh it's time to clock out see you tomorrow" "y'all are so cute" "shush stace"

-next day-

I went to class I was always first but today I was second "Lover boy" "lil fish" "What are you doing here" "Sweating" "nerves?" "Yeah" "Don't worry it's okay remember no is just a word that can't hurt you but she shouldn't have to tell you repeatedly" "Hey guys I didn't expect you to be here so early" "hey nat can I ask you a question" "Sure" "So I've liked you for a while and I was wondering if you want to go out sometime" she just burst out a laugh "you'd think I go out WITH YOU" she just started laughing hard and ant just slumped down red-faced tears forming "you good" "no" "wanna say you're sick and skip" "mhm" "hey professor ants a little sick can I take him to a nurse or his dorm" "you can just borrow the notes from someone else" "thank you"

-in the dorm-

"Anthony you know if you wanna cry it's ok too" "How could I be so stupid to think she loves ME" "It's not stupid it is stupider that she doesn't" "Is there something wrong with m-" I cut him off with a kiss he looks at me "I'm sorry" and ran off I ran out the whole building I get a called from Stacy "where the fuck are you" I explain everything "stay right there I am going to get you" "hey" "ant."

#anthony ramos #musical theater #musical theatre #theater #theatre #21 chump street #broadway #hamilton musical #dominique fishback

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tessatales · 2 years ago

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The Ressurection of Love: Chapter Three (Spencer Reid x Original Female Character)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Original Female Character

Themes: Case is over and the team just want to let loose before their day off

Warnings: Alcohol is consumed. Apart from that no other warnings

A/N: Hey Y'all, how's it going? please let me know what you think of this fic! any feedback is appreciated honestly. there will be two cases that you'll actually get to see during this fic, but they're not till later. So stay tuned! anyway, enjoy :)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

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“To Alyssa’s first successful case!” Emily shouted, raising her glass for the rest of the team to toast with her. Spencer raised his beer in the air. The case had been a relatively quick one, with the child being returned to the family and the Unsub arrested within two days of the team touching down in the city.

“So how do you feel now you’ve been out in the field with us.” JJ asked, turning to Alyssa with her drink poised at her lips. She shrugged.

“I’ve been out on the field before, just never like this, so I guess I feel the same kind of triumph as I would when i was back in New York, but there’s something else that I can't quite put my finger on” she explained, looking at the team as they all nodded in agreement.

“Why are we talking about work? We’ve got the next 24 hours off!” Garcia said, pointing an accusing finger at everyone as she returned from the bar with more drinks.

“Baby girl, you’re always the voice of reason” Derek replied, smirking as he took the fresh bottle from Penelope's tray.

“So Alyssa, what’s your story?” Emily said, bumping her shoulder against the newbies.

“What do you mean?" Alyssa asked, looking embarrassed to be put on the spot as each teammate turned in her direction.

“Well apart from being Spencers neighbour, we don’t know anything about you!” Penelope said, pointing the umbrella in her drink towards the boy genius.

Spencer made a point to stay quiet during this conversation, wanting more than anything to get information about his new neighbour and teammate.

“And don’t try telling us what’s on your file, cause I’ve read that cover to cover” JJ said, smiling as she swirled her drink.

Alyssa laughed. “Well I grew up in Brooklyn, did all the usual stuff.” she said, seeming to think for things to say.

“I applied for the academy a month before my 23rd birthday and I got my acceptance letter the day after said birthday” Alyssa continued.

“Wow, someone was eager” Derek commented. Alyssa shrugged.

“I’d needed a change and i didn’t want to wait to see if i would get accepted later” She explained, dipping her head slightly as she seemed to think back. Spencer caught the expression, but quickly filed it away for later.

“Family?” Aaron asked, his posture so much more relaxed than when he's in the office.

“Only child. My parents moved out to the country after I graduated college as part of an early retirement plan” Alyssa explained between sips of her drink.

"So you've got no one here?" Penelope said, her expression dropping slightly. Alyssa shook her head.

"Oh no its not like that! I talk to them all the time via text and video call, as well as we take it in turns visiting each other during the holidays." she continued, placing her hand over Penelopes in a reassuring gesture. "A few of my friends from high school are spread out between here and California too." Alyssa replied, draining the remains of her drink. Spencer watched Penelope relax hearing this, her protective sisterly instincts clearly waging a war inside her as she'd listened to Alyssa.

"Plus a few people from the academy I still talk to." Alyssa added with a shrug.

"Oh the academy, the storys I came out of that place with" Emily said, laughing to herself.

"Well don't leave us hanging, spill!" Alyssa said, turning to face Emily.

Spencer decided not to mention the subject change Alyssa has so skillfully orchestrated and instead sat back and listened to Emily's story. He'd heard it several times before and remembered every detail of it, but he wasn't going to ruin the experience for Alyssa by ruining the punchline.

"Whos up for Karaoke?" Alyssa asked once Emily had finished, her voice breathy from laughing and a playful glint in her eye as she scanned the teams faces. The girls were practically vibrating with excitement.

"SSA Andrews where have you been my whole life?" Penelope squealed, grabbing Alyssa's hand from across the table. Spencer reached over and pick up his now empty bottle.

"That's my que to get the next round of drinks" Spencer said, taking the teams orders and weaving his way to the bar.

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"I love you guys" Penelope slurred, wobbling out the doorway with Derek in tow. They'd stayed longer than they usually did, the team seeming to get caught up in the music as they all took turns on the karaoke machine.

Although Spencer wouldn't of minded joining in, something held him back, his feet unable to move him towards the stage as he watched his friends sing out of key.

"We love you too, let's get you home Baby Girl" Derek said, a smile on his lips. Penelope purred.

"Hmmm, you know your my favorite right?" Penelope said, leaning heavily into Derek as he hailed a cab.

"We'll pretend we didn't hear that Garcia" Aaron said with a laugh. when a cab arrived, Aaron got the door, opening it wide before helping Derek get Penelope inside.

"Are we cab sharing or shall we hail another?" Emily asked, her head lolling against JJ shoulders in a sleepy nature. Hotchner thought for a moment before talking to the driver.

"He says we can try and squeeze in if we want" Hotch said, looking between the group and the taxi driver.

"I was gonna walk back" Spencer said, slipping his hands into his pockets. Aaron nodded.

"I'll walk with you then, if that's alright with you" Alyssa said, turning towards Spencer.

" Sure, but just a warning, it's a 10 block walk." Spencer commented, watching as his new neighbours face change multiple times before replying.

"I don't mind, I'm not drunk enough for the walk to be a struggle. Plus I've got plans tomorrow so the walk gives me chance to sober up a bit" Alyssa replied, buttoning her jacket against the cooling night air.

"We'll see you guys in 24 hours then," Hotch said, squeezing himself into the remaining space of the cab before telling the driver the individual addresses. Spencer waved as he watched the taxi peel away from the sidewalk.

"Shall we?" Spencer said, gesturing in the direction of their complex.

"We shall" Alyssa replied as she fell into step beside him.

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Spencer could feel the ringing in his ears begin to subside as they moved further away from the bar. Nether of them seeming to know what to say.

"How are you finding the change?" Spencer asked finally, deciding that the semi awkward silence had stretched on long enough.

"Do you mean the job or the move to the city?" Allysa replied, glancing up at Spencer as they walked. The boy genius shrugged.

"I guess both really, let's go with the move to the city first" Spencer said after a pause, deciding which one he was more curious about.

"This will sound clique, but it's so loud! I don't understand how people can live in such a disruptive place without begging for some silence once in a while" Alysa said, releasing a breath after her mini rant.

"You get used to it. Although I grew up in Las Vegas so I don't think I get a say in the loud thing" Spencer said as he kicked the toe of his white converse into the weeds that grew between the cracks in the sidewalk.

"Las Vegas? Wow, I bet here's quiet for you then" Alyssa said with a laugh.

"What about work then? I hope you're a little more settled there. Even if you've only been on one case" Spencer asked, steering the conversation away from his childhood and back to her.

"Oh I'm loving it. I was just a simple field agent before. It was all, stop this and argue that. Protect this person." Alyssa said, and Spencer took her distraction as an opportunity to watch her closely as they walked. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he felt his shoulders relax when he didn't see it in her face as she spoke.

They walked in a more comfortable silence for a while after that, nether one seeming to know what else to say until Spencer remembered what he'd seen in the bar.

"Hey, now you can tell me to shut up if you like; but what was up in the bar when you were talking about needing a change?" Spencer asked

"What do you mean?" Alyssa asked, her voice changing as she seemed to guard herself.

"When you talked about needing a change, your body language showed calm but your micro expressions told me there was something else" Spencer admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, I forgot about us profilers and out perseptiness." Alyssa said with a sigh, her shoulders dropping back into their more relaxed position.

"My ex. He was a textbook narcissist, with a whole host of other issues I decided to ignore because I was young and naive and I thought I could change him." Alyssa confessed, keeping her eyes fixed on the sidewalk as she spoke.

"So you applied for the academy to get away from him?" Spencer continued, trying to keep his tone light.

"Yeah, if I hadn't gotten in, we'd of been going to the same law school for another 3 years. I needed out. So I applied for the FBI and never looked back."

"From what I've seen so far, the FBI would of been fools not to let you in" Spencer said, as he tried to lighten the mood. Alyssa laughed

Turning the corner, the pair arrived at their building. They chatted some more as they rode the elevator up to their floor.

"I guess I'll see you around tomorrow then" Spencer said as he approached his apartment door, turning to lean against it as he faced Alyssa's door.

"Maybe, I'm meant to be meeting friends from home. They're here for a work event and we said we'd try to meet up." Alyssa said, mimicking Spencers posture as she leant against her own door.

"Well then, see you at work I guess, enjoy your day out" Spencer replied.

"Hey Spencer"

"Hmm?" Spencer replied, stopping mid turn.

" Because of their work event, the plans with my friends might fall through tomorrow, if they do would you fancy hanging out?" Alyssa suggested. Spencer hesitated for a moment.

When was the last time someone offered to spend time with me outside of work that isn't part of a therapy plan?

Spencer thought to himself, the idea sitting uncomfortably in his gut as it began to churn.

"Sure, I have a phone meeting tomorrow at 9 but apart from that I'm not busy." He finally replied, squashing the uncomfortable feeling as it continued to flip flop in his body. Alyssa smiled.

"Fantastic! Sarah's an early riser so i'll know by 8 if we can meet or not. Shall I knock around 10 or would you like me to text for just in case you're still on the phone?"

"It's not a long call, I'll be off the phone by 9:30 if you want to stop by after then" Spencer confirmed, using his idyllic memory to figure out his average time on the phone to his therapist.

"Great, so I'll maybe see you tomorrow then, Night Spencer" Alyssa said, giving a slight wave before slipping into her apartment.

"Night..." Spencer replied, his voice quiet in the silent hallway. Slipping into his apartment, Spencer made sure to write down his concerns in the jornal he kept ready to discuss with Dr Whiting before dragging himself to bed.

#criminal minds fandom #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x original female character #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #emily prentiss #jennifer jj jareau #jennifer jareau #david rossi #jason gideon #derek morgan #penelope garcia #ao3fic

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allylikethecat · 10 months ago

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i had to do an errand that required me to drive into the rural part of my city and i saw horses in a field and immediately started thinking about atkh… i’m suffering from the worst brainrot..(in the best way possible ;))

anyway talk shop tuesday!!

when you dont ask us which fic we want in a poll, how do you decide which fic you post?? i assume some fics are just farther along in your notes but do you update multiple fics at once or do you choose ahead of time which one you’re gonna post and then just focus on writing for that one??

-🥤

Hello My Dear Smoothie Anon!!

If it makes you feel any better, I am twenty eight years old, I own a horse, I typically see him 5-6 days a week, most of my friends also own horses, some who have them in their back yards, and I also live in a very "horsie" area so I see them literally all the time I spent SO MUCH TIME with horses its ridiculous. HOWEVER without fail, I do excitedly announce / shout HORSIE whenever I'm driving and see one out in the world, which is always extremely jarring to whoever is with me when they aren't expecting it lol So like, I get it 😂 I hope you enjoy Friday's update! I know I am excited about it!

Happy Talk Shop Tuesday! Now onto your question now that I got my horse fan-girling out of the way lol

It's kind of a mix, I usually try to work on each fic a little bit here and there (that way I don't get burnt out on any of them) but obviously sometimes I pull further ahead in one. When I don't do a poll it's usually because I've realized I haven't updated one in a while, and I have an update either ready or almost ready. For example, before today the most recent update to Ducklings had been March 26th so I was like shit- I should probably update that one it's been a month lol Now that today's Ducklings chapter has been posted, I'm pretty much in the same spot with all the fics in the poll (other than All the King's Horses that one is actually nearly completed, I however have two different possible endings mapped out for that one and I need to decide which one to follow - and I'm planning on using the feedback on the next few chapters to make that decision so it's extra important for y'all to tell me what you think lol!) SO I figured I would open it up and see which one y'all were interested in next because as much as I love writing and do it for myself, it is fun when people read it and enjoy it, and I do like to take that into consideration. If I hadn't done a poll, it would have been the next chapter of The Birthday fic purely because that one was updated the longest ago now (other than You Know Where the City Is but that one is currently hurting me so an update will be slower lol) I hope this makes sense!!

Thank you so much for being so wonderful and sending this ask and reading and being so supportive! I always get a smile when I see that Smoothie Anon has appeared in my inbox! Thank you so much! I hope your Tuesday was lovely and that you have a wonderful week!

❤️Ally

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #keep it kind #fanfiction #matty fic #gatty #fanfic #smoothie anon #🥤#🥤 anon #talk shop tuesday #this question was so cool #thank you so much for sending it!#i promise there is kind of a method to my madness #or at least i feel like its a method lol #thank you again!#also sorry for such a long response!

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izzy-b-hands · 1 year ago

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I'm gonna ask a weird question but:

Is there anything you guys (aka y'all following me lol) want to see more of from me, in terms of a potential item(s)/service(s) to purchase?

Better explanation of what the fuck I'm waxing on abt below the cut. TW for talk of money/work/the overall state of things economically for me and my plans/goals/potential options to keep making things better.

I need to bring in more money. I'm getting more stable, trying to save on top of the generous donations I've been given while using them as needed for things we absolutely need (food, basic supplies/necessities.) But we're still so tight, and I know nearly everyone is dealing with some form of this right now bc Everything Sucks Economically on like. a level of how it felt in 2008 (extra terrifying feeling now) but. It's killing me. I can't take feeling like a burden like this. I have to do more.

I have been applying elsewhere, for FT, PT, and contract jobs that pay better, though I am hoping more for the FT positions of course. Thus far, I have not had any bites back that amounted to anything, but intend to continue my efforts regardless (because what else can I do there anyway?)

I've been trying to figure out other options, w/things I know I can do somewhat well to very well. All would be cheap, but hopefully would add up over time until I can get a FT job again and while I grind away at the current PT job (which I am hoping to add more hours to for the next semester, when they have us make our scheduling choices again and allow us to potentially add at least one more shift to our schedule.)

So, a poll. To gauge interest, and see if y'all have any opinions/would even potentially purchase anything like the below things from me. I'll try and detail each option below, but first, the options:

1. Photo Prints: I've done photography since high school, though I only have my current Pixel phone available for it right now. That said, they would be as cheap as I can get away with, and my Pixel actually doesn't do too badly, plus I would be editing these to make them as good looking as possible. Ideally, I'd have a Pay What You Want option instead, so ppl can just give whatever they think the print is worth since these will be smaller, amateur prints, but I'm not sure if all the platforms that usually handle photo print sales for smaller creators allow that. So, in that case, a range of probably $1-$5 at most for each print. They would be of things out here; I have access to and experience already with taking city and nature themed pictures (it was literally all I did in hs and since then bc of where I've lived.) So general city life/scenery, plus local wildlife like the birds, squirrels, and nature surrounding us in all seasons, plus any extra pictures I can take elsewhere whenever Housemate and I are out and about (aka probably lots of mountain and ocean shots.) My speciality when I had my other camera was micro/detailed photography, and I'd like to explore this with my current setup and see how they turn out and potentially offer those as well.

If it would help to see some current pictures that I am considering as the first set I would put up for sale, please reply on this post letting me know and I can post a couple as examples 🙌

2. Poetry Commissions: I have done these on and off since middle school, usually for friends/family. Nothing wild, but usually shorter, some rhyming, some free verse, poems on varying topics. I've done them for birthdays, holidays like Mother's Day and Father's Day, as well as with obits or for weddings, and even a baby shower, to go on the invites. I haven't posted much of what I've written in recent years, but as with the pictures, I would be happy to post some of the ones I've written before as examples. Poetry is where I have no fear and will work myself to the bone to provide the best work possible; if you can get me just the bare basic details (ex. You want a poem for your brother's bday. Give me his name, a couple of hobbies/likes of his, and two of your favourite memories with him and I'll write you something beautiful, to celebrate him and his place in your life and take the piss out of him too, depending on your relationship with your brother lol), I can get you a poem in a 2-4 day turnaround time for as low as 5¢/word. Electronic only, but you would get a PDF of the poem that you can do whatever you want with afterwards (I would require my name remain credited on any other posting/usage elsewhere, but you wouldn't have to pay me again if you want to reuse it for another brother, to harken back to our example.)

3. Data Entry/Transcription Assistance: This one is a pretty wide range of what I can offer. I have experience working with medical documents (neurology, ophthalmology, and optometry for specific specialities both in data entry and transcription) via two of my last jobs, technical documents from two prior jobs (public library and medical staff training specifically), and historical documents including both handwritten (including print and cursive) and typed documents and charts via my volunteer work with Zooniverse. This is my bread and butter in terms of general job skills, and one I genuinely enjoy. That means that I come into each job, regardless of field or exact task, with excitement and an open mind, ready to prioritise and organise everything to the requested system and/or standard, with the goal to go above and beyond that however possible. Usually I achieve this by completing projects as ahead of deadline as possible, as well as by taking on any additional related tasks as needed (example: you hired me on to type up all of Grandma's lifelong journal entries for archiving and easy reading at an upcoming family reunion, but now you've found that Grandpa has one too. For minimal to no additional cost, I will happily take that on and endeavour to have both sets of data typed up in an easy to send/print word doc and/or PDF well before the reunion deadline.) I am more than willing to take on contract/NDA required work for this option as well, and have done so in the past with a prior job (aka why I'm not allowed to share any of the clinic training docs I made.) Cost might depend some on project size and deadline, but a general estimate would be, to stick with our above example: $5 per 250/pg journal, with a small additional charge of $5 if a rush is requested (aka say the reunion gets moved up to three days from now vs three months or weeks.) I would endeavour to charge no higher than $25 with $5 rush fee if rush requested for bigger projects.

4. Research Assistance: More or less what it says on the tin. Can be for work, home related things, whatever (though if requested for school/in regards to homework, I only go as far as providing resource links because unfortunately, usually doing the research yourself is a part of the learning process. However, if you're struggling to find primary or secondary sources, I am happy to help find those for you so that you can peruse them to see if they'll have the information you're looking for. If they do, great! If they don't, then I would keep looking for more.) While research hasn't been my main task at any of my prior jobs, it has always been a feature in much of the day to day work regardless, and is a skill I have kept up in my volunteer work with Zooniverse on projects which requested it. Looking for sources for anything, from work projects to recipes can be a slog. Let me do it for you. Pricing on this I'm putting at $5. That's it. Pay me $5, and I'll find as much as I can in regards to whatever you have that needs researching. Turnaround might depend on project, but I'm leaning 1-4 days at the very most.

So. There we are! Vote on the poll if you'd like, reply with any opinions/feelings/ideas you have for me about these, and thank you if you read this whole thing ❤️🫂

#text post #long post #even if you don't have any interest in any of this yourself but happen to know someone who might be interested #please pass along my info to them or mention my name as potential option to assist them #like if u want professional contact info lemme know and i can pass that along to whoever wants/needs it #anyway my brain is mush after typing this and i have a stomach ache and a double shift starting in half an hour to deal w/now #so. just thank u to y'all even if u only read a line of this and pls know i appreciate any ideas/opinions y'all might share re:all of this #tumblr polls

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