#anyways ya boy is considering writing babys First smut fic

[withacapitalp]

You know when you stay up too late and it's too late to take your meds so you just lie in bed and your brain is in hyperdrive needing to give a thousand different ideas.....yeah

[vintageshanny]

Officer Presley and the Librarian - Part 10 - The Karate Kid

Content: BDE in fall of 1974, fluff, smut, talk of pregnancy, 18+

I’m quite sure this pales in comparison to @be-my-ally ‘s karate fic, but ever since spotting the torn pants photos, I felt compelled to write about it.

The dates don’t match up perfectly, but the karate part is based on the actual demonstration from September 1974.

As your eyes locked with Elvis’, he gently moved his hand down to your stomach and traced his fingers over your soft skin.  He looked down, as if studying you, taking every detail in, and a slow smile began to spread across his lips.  “We’re gonna have a baby.  I-I-I’m gonna have a son,” he said, his eyes filled with a joy you hadn’t seen before.  “Woah, Elvis, we don’t know that yet.  And even if I am, you don’t know if it will be a boy,” you whispered, feeling stunned and unsure of every emotion coursing through you right now.  “No, I know honey, I have a sense about this, and you’re gonna give me the son I’ve been waitin’ for.  Ain’tcha happy, baby?” he asked, looking back into your eyes.  His own were misty with emotion.

“I am, of course,” you said quickly, not wanting to dampen his spirits again, “I just think we should wait to know for sure.  Plus, um, I mean, aren’t you worried about how it will look?” your voice dropped to a whisper at the end.  “With us not being married, I mean?”  Elvis frowned just a tiny bit as he considered, seemingly for the first time, the optics of the situation.  “W-w-well, we’ll jus’ havta get married right away,” he said, perking right back up with this simple solution.  You swallowed, trying to quell your feelings of disappointment at this very spur-of-the-moment, unromantic proposal.  There was never any point in trying to hide your feelings from Elvis, though, because he could always see right through you.

“Baby,” he said, leaning in to kiss your forehead soothingly, “I was gonna marry ya anyway, ya know that.  A-a-and i-it’s gonna be special, you’ll see.”  He gazed down at you lovingly.  “Ya still wanna be with me, right?” he said, a wave of shyness and nerves suddenly washing over him.  “Elvis, the one thing I’m always sure of is that I want to be with you,” you said reassuringly, stroking his hand that was still pressed gently against your abdomen.  “Why don’t we have a test done and then we can decide what to do next?” you asked, trying to get the conversation back on track.  “‘S a good plan, baby, I’ll call the doctor right away.  He can bring the testing stuff here so we don’t have to go out.  There’s a test now where they can find out in just a couple hours.”  You grinned a little bit at this information.  “How do you know that?” you questioned teasingly.  “I read it in my medical books,” Elvis shrugged with a little smirk.

Two hours later, the doctor had come and collected a sample from you with the promise that he would call as soon as the results were in.  You sat on the couch in the living room trying to decide what you wanted the results to be.  You loved Elvis so deeply and you had always wanted a family.  Elvis made it so easy to be hopeful and believe that all your dreams were within reach.  On the other hand, there would be no turning back after this.  The mood swings, the fears about other women, the pressure of his strange schedule…all of it would be your life now.

Your train of thought was broken by Elvis approaching you with a little boy look on his face and something metal in his hand.    “Sweetheart?  Would you pwease cut my toenails?” he said in his baby voice.  “My yittle sooties are hurting.”  Despite your anxiety, you giggled and pulled him down on the couch next to you, patting your lap for him to put his feet on.  He leaned back and rested his bare feet on your thighs.  You took the nail clipper and set to work, being careful not to cut the skin.  “Baby, this one looks ingrown.  I think you need to have the doctor look at it,” you frowned as he winced in pain when you touched it.  “Okay, mommy,” he said with a little smile.  You finished the other toenails and lifted his foot to your mouth, giving it a soft kiss right as Charlie walked in the room and gave the two of you a look.  You dropped the foot back to your lap, flushing with embarrassment as Elvis let out a loud laugh. 

“Y’all two are somethin’ else,” Charlie muttered with disgust as Elvis kept laughing.  “What?  I can’t have my baby kiss my feet in my own livin’ room?” Elvis said with mock outrage.  “We’re waitin’ for an important call,” he said, his tone changing to something more serious.  “Oh?  What’s up, boss?”  Charlie asked, concerned.  You looked over at Elvis, trying to silently signal him to stop talking, but it was no use.  He never could keep a secret for longer than ten minutes.  “We might be havin’ a baby,” he confided with glee, his eyes lighting up just from saying the words out loud.  Charlie’s jaw dropped so far to the ground, he looked like a cartoon character.  “Wow,” he finally managed to sputter out.  “Congratulations?  This is good, right?” he asked nervously.  “Of course, man,” Elvis said excitedly.  “My little Yisa will finally get that brother I promised her,” he smiled.  You could see Charlie trying to suppress a grin at Elvis thinking he could control what sex the baby was.  

The phone rang and Elvis nearly leapt off the couch, ignoring the pain in his toe.  You sat nervously, your stomach in knots, waiting to hear the news.  Elvis came back in the room, looking down, but you could see the energy radiating off of him.  You knew what the news was before he looked up and showed you the huge crooked smile that spread across his whole face.  “We’re havin’ a baby!” he yelled excitedly, quite literally sweeping you off the couch and into his arms.  When you saw the genuine happiness rolling off of him as he pulled you in for a big old kiss, you couldn’t imagine ever wanting to be without him, no matter what complications it might bring into your life.  For the first time in your life, you felt that you shared a love with someone that could get you through anything.  

Red and Sonny came running up from the pool room when they heard the commotion, and Charlie filled them in while Elvis was still holding you tight.  “Congrats, man, when’s the wedding?” Red asked.  “As soon as possible,” Elvis said, finally loosening his grip on you.  He reached his arms around you from the back and held your belly gently, nuzzling his chin down into your shoulder.  You smiled blissfully at him, the two of you lost in your own little world for a moment until Red cleared his throat a little bit.  “You have that karate demonstration that’s supposed to be filmed this week, boss.”  “Well, maybe we can have the weddin’ here next weekend then,” Elvis said.  “Yeah, that should work.  Have someone start makin’ plans.  We have to go celebrate,” he said with a wink as he led you upstairs, his hand carefully guiding the small of your back.

“So how did you want to celebrate?” you teased once the two of you were alone in the bedroom.  “Ta be honest, baby, I jus’ wanna hold ya,” Elvis whispered as he helped you onto the bed and laid next to you.  “I’m so happy, I jus’ don’ even have words for it,” he said as he stared into your eyes.  You could feel your heart melting into a puddle as he gazed right into your soul.  “I think God has given me a second chance at having the happy family I always dreamed of,” Elvis spoke in a soft tender tone as his fingers traced over your features, memorizing the feel of them.  “I ain’t gonna waste it, baby, I’m gonna do right by you.  Give ya everything ya deserve.”  Tears filled your eyes at the sweet words you’d always longed to hear.  The two of you fell asleep in a tender embrace, dreaming of the possibilities the future now held.  

The next morning, well maybe early afternoon, you awoke to the sound of Elvis muttering right outside the bedroom door.  “Goddammit, lemme carry it!  I wanted it ta be somethin’ special from me!” you could hear him snapping at whoever was out there with him.  “Baby?”  you called out sleepily.  “Are you okay?”  Elvis came bursting into the room with a big cheesy grin, carrying a tray with french toast, orange juice, a single red rose in a vase, and a small black velvet box.  Your face lit up when you saw what effort he’d put in, or at least had someone help him put in, to make a romantic gesture for you.  “What’s all this?” you smiled as you sat up against the headboard, unable to contain your excitement.  Elvis set the tray on your lap and sat at the edge of the bed next to you, his leg bouncing with nerves.  

“W-w-well, baby, I w-w-wanted ta show ya how special ya are.  Ya wrote me those sweet poems, so I wr-wr-wrote s-s-somethin’ for you,” he said, stuttering so badly he could hardly get all the words out.  He pulled a little paper from his pajama shirt pocket and unfolded it, peering at it through his glasses.  He cleared his throat nervously, and you could see his hand that was holding the paper shaking a little bit.  You reached out and gave it a reassuring squeeze as he started to read.

“Baby, I never thought I would find someone who’d understand me completely and accept me for everything that I am.  You never make me feel bad about my interests or my spiritual search, you only lift me up and encourage me.  I want us to take care of each other forever.  Wh-wh-what I’m tryin’ to say is, Roses are red, Violets are blue, I can’t imagine my life without you.”  With that, Elvis turned and gave you a little lopsided smile and opened the black velvet box from the tray.  Inside was a giant sparkling sapphire and diamond ring.  “Honey, will ya marry me?”  he whispered.  Tears spilled out of your eyes and rolled down your cheeks as you responded.  “Elvis, it would be a dream come true.  Thank you for making this such a special moment.”  “Of course,” he said, slipping the ring on your finger and brushing your tears away with his thumbs.  “I gotta take care of my baby.  Babies,” he added with a smile, patting your belly.  “Now honey, you just enjoy your breakfast and rest.  Charlie’s gonna take me to have my toe looked at so I’m ready for the karate demonstration tomorrah.”  He kissed your forehead and went to get dressed.

You couldn’t stop staring at the ring as you leaned against Elvis in the car the next day.  You were on your way to the karate demonstration, Elvis’ toe freshly bandaged after having the ingrown nail removed.  “Are you sure you’re okay to do this demonstration?” you asked with concern.  “Of course, baby, I ain’t gonna let a sore toe stop me from doin’ somethin’ this important.”  “I am excited to see you do your karate,” you admitted with a sheepish grin.  You could feel yourself blushing as Elvis looked down at you with a knowing smile.  “Oh, yeah?  How excited are ya?” he whispered in your ear as he leaned in close.  “I’ll let you know after I see all your moves,” you teased.  

Your excitement only grew once you saw Elvis in action.  They were filming the demonstration for a karate documentary he was working on, and you could see how confident and passionate he was about it.  He looked so handsome in his special white karate uniform trimmed with red satin.  Unfortunately, the uniform could not quite hold up to his passion.  Or his muscular thighs.  A few minutes into a kicking demonstration, a loup rip could be heard, and Elvis quickly moved his legs together.  He laughed nervously as the audience looked at him, confused, wondering what had happened.  “Um, i-i-it seems I just split ma pants,” he announced to Kang Rhee and the entire room.  “I’m not wearin’ underwear,” he continued, a slight flush rising in his face, “so we’re gonna have ta change the demonstration a little bit.”  

The audience chuckled and Elvis seemed to take the whole situation in stride, but your heart started racing.  Little Elvis was just hanging there under some ripped fabric, waiting for you to take care of him.  He was hidden from view, but just knowing what easy access you’d have to him made your heartbeat throb in your chest and down below.  Now you couldn’t wait until the demonstration was over. 

Elvis showed some self-defense moves, including what to do when the attacker has a gun.  In one situation, he got down on his knees and told the audience that their only recourse now would be to pray, which caused some more laughter.  You were proud of what a great job he was doing, but you also couldn’t wait to get him alone.  Elvis looked back at you and smiled, waiting for a look of approval on how he was doing.  You looked him up and down and winked, which made his face turn almost the same color as the satin trim on his uniform.  He shook his head slightly and looked away, but you could see a smirk on his face.

After the demonstration was finally over and everyone was clearing out, Elvis came back and leaned in close to you.  “Baby,” he whispered, “ya can’t be lookin’ at me all hungry like that when I ain’t got nothin’ to keep myself…constrained.  Ya don’ want everyone here to see him pokin’ out, ready to play, do ya?” His hand roughly squeezed your thigh as he spoke.  “No, but I’m ready to play,” you whispered back, creeping your hand in between his legs, searching for the rip in the fabric.  Elvis glanced over his shoulder and saw the room was now empty.  He turned back to look at you right as your hand found what it was looking for.  “Uuuhh,” Elvis groaned as your fingers reached through the hole in the crotch of his pants and traced over the soft chubbiness hanging there.  You could feel him start to firm up right away, twitching under your fingertips.  His hand found its way up your thigh and under your skirt.  “A-a-anyone could walk back in, baby,” he whispered even as he slipped his fingers through the side of your panties and felt the wet heat waiting there for him.  “I can see the door,” you whispered as you wrapped your whole hand around him, stroking his now hard length.  “I’ll stop if someone comes in.”  Your soft panting filled the room as you both worked on pleasuring each other, his long fingers deftly dipping through your soaking folds and rubbing the wetness over your clit as you tugged gently on him and rubbed your thumb over the weepy slit on his head.

Just as you felt your legs about to start shaking around Elvis’ hand, footsteps sounded outside the door.  You quickly pulled your hand out of his pants and smoothed your skirt down.  “Oh, Master Rhee, it was a great demonstration,” you said, hoping your voice didn’t sound strained.  You stepped in front of Elvis to hide the giant erection he was still sporting.  He stood so close behind you, you could feel him pulsing against your back.  After you were alone again, you turned to Elvis and smiled.  “Let’s finish what we started, baby,” you said breathily, needing to find some release.  Elvis nodded, grabbing your hand needily and putting it back on his cock.  “Honey, you don’ know whachya do ta me,” he groaned.  This time he got you to the finish line without interruption, and after your legs stopped shaking, you knelt down before him so he could finish without leaving a mess anywhere but your mouth. “That was definitely a satisfying demonstration,” you teased, licking your lips as he helped you to your feet.  “Mmm, ‘m glad ya enjoyed it, baby,” he winked.

As the two of you drove back home, you leaned against Elvis and let out a contented sigh, tracing your hand over his belly how you always loved to do.  “What is it, sweetheart?” he asked, rubbing your leg soothingly.  “I’m just excited to see if our baby is as good a kicker as his daddy,” you said with a big grin.  “See, you think it’s a boy too, don’t ya?” Elvis exclaimed.  “I can’t wait to find that out too, baby.”  He kissed the top of your head and nuzzled his cheek sweetly against it.

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[warcats-cat]

human interaction!!

what's your favorite thing to write? what's your favorite part of the writing process? your least favorite?

what other fandoms, besides the ones you've written, would you want to write for in the future? If you were forced to write something about a fandom you knew very little about (let's say you get a summary of the plot and characters, plus whatever you might've absorbed via fandom posts from your mutuals), what fandom do you think you'd have the most luck with and why?

if you create OCs, what's your favorite OC that you've created? have you created any villain OCs? do you prefer Gen fics or romantic fics (both to read and to write)? who's your favorite comfort character? who's a character that probably shouldn't be comforting, but is anyway? who's a character that other people seem to love, but you just don't get the hype?

I hope this helps a little!! I'm always down to chat and trade asks!

20 questions 🤣🤣🤣 ok:

1) my favorite thing to write is also my favorite thing to read! Hurt/Comfort!!!!!

2) Most favorite part - Daydreaming about the characters/storyline while pretending to be mentally present at work!

3) Least favorite part - Making the words go 😢

4) I usually write what I know best at any moment - I've been eyeing some of the art/fic in the FNAF fandom lately but just kinda dipping my hands in, not really ready to dive in. I just love my Sanders Boys, ya know?

5) I think I could BS something from one of the classic animes, like Death Note or Naruto. I did watch Ouran Highschool Host Club and a few other sillier animes but my fandom experiences with those ended at looking at fanart. ((Wait, can Pokemon count? Can I do Pokemon? I know some Pokemon 👀👀👀))

6) my OC's are my DND characters and by far my favorite is Ink of Dreams, my cat-person thief 😍😍. Also Thistle, who isn't really an OC so much as my OC's pet 😅😅😅 If anything I guess HE would be my "favorite" because I talk about him all the time and he's in three dnd campaigns and I had a plushie made and I'm trying to have a movable puppet made...

7) RN I have a villain OC for a WIP I'm working on (read: poking with a stick like a dead animal) and I do enjoy writing her very much. She is an agent of chaos and I hate her so much, it's great 💜 I don't have a lot of experience doing the just straight up ridiculously depraved, but writing her is also giving me practice for writing future LRH adjacent fics involving Gabriel 👀👀👀

8) uuuuhhhhhh I like cuddles 😅😅😅😅 I'm fine with both, just not big on smut. I think I'm a little bit romantically starved tbh because sometimes I pull up a comfort fic that I know is gonna make me cry because I just kinda *need* to cry if that makes sense? I'm asexual and finding a romantic partner is hard 🥲 But anyway yeah I'm fine with both! RN I'm on a baby fic kick so send me babies 💜💜

9) My current comfort character is Patton from Sanders Sides, and no one is surprised. 😅 I just vibe with him a lot because in also a very emotionally-open and emotionally-invested person, I tend to be a caretaker and I like to be prepared in case someone around me needs help. And RN with fandom drama especially, I just feel connected with Patton. I also experienced a period of my life where I tried to help but made some mistakes and then was demonized and called an abuser, manipulative, gaslighter, horrible person and then I found out I was autistic so the things I was doing (like leaving a party to sit outside and decompress when I was overwhelmed and crying) weren't as common-sense and understood as I thought (aka said behavior was called me going off and crying to isolate people and make them come take care of me) ANYWAY. It's kinda funny because I've always bounced between Patton and Virgil for TS; it was mostly Virgil at first and then I had a gap where Good Omens took over, and then it was back to TS but now more vibing with Patton

10) I can't really think of a comfort character that would be considered "not good" besides like. The characters I call my "Anime Boyfriends", Jake English and Dirk Strider from Homestuck, but that's more because like,,, the creator of Homestuck kinda uses a *lot* of slurs,,,, but also I only read like 1/4 of the whole comic,,,, and I go off of fanon interpretations,,,, from ask blogs c2012,,, so.........

11) I do not understand the obsession with Janus and Remus. I'm gonna admit - I don't like them in canon. At all. I am ok with most fanon interpretations, but I just don't like them. I like the "Core Four" (Logan, Virgil, Patton, Roman) and that's it. And I do NOT look forward to the "orange side". And to be 100%, I get frustrated because I want to read poly fic of just the core four and so many people are tossing Janus and Remus in the mix and I just want to find the ones that don't and it takes *forever* to filter out all of the different variants of ships. 🥲 obv I'm not going to tell anyone else to stop enjoying their ships and characters, but I'm not gonna go searching for the stuff that I don't enjoy, either.

Thank you for the ask friend!! 💜💜 it's very much appreciated lol, and a lot of your questions really made me think 😅😅

[suga-kookiemonster]

Ok Ashley, first of all when I saw the gif you used, I know you were about to FUCK ME UPPPP. Alright bubs, buckle up this is gon be a RIDE cus phew I am the biggest hoe for ego. I’ve literally re-read the whole series MULTIPLE TIMES and it’s never NOT funny, like I still cackle at the same jokes every damn time. Anyways, yes let’s get it. I love how you’ve used common tropes like fuckboy!jk, fratboy!jk, college au, F2L, and onebed, but have completely made it your own. Like I feel like even if

you posted your work under some other pen name, I’d still recognize your style and work. You have a very specific voice? Very “YOU” BRAND of writing and that’s probably one of the HARDEST things to achieve as a writer. Mc is a delight and the way she be low key losing her cool over sleepin in the same bed as kook has me cryin cus girl I FEEL YA. “just a t-shirt advertising your university’s Segway club that you had swiped off a table for free during freshman orientation” HAHAHA mc and I are the

same fuckin people is2g cus free is for me. ALSO DUDE, “Jungkook softly, but audibly inhaled, like he was gearing up to say something of importance” BUT WHAT WAS HE GOING TO SAY?! I need to know, it’s for science. Also, high key endeared that he calls he “noona” cus I’m a pervy old lady and a lady could dream ok. Yes, now we get to the good stuffs, cus motherfucker would I love to wake up to kook’s morning wood wow he really be like a man buffet- he’s both cute and dashingly sexy. “attempting to

smooth your expression into one of ignorant unconsciousness as adrenaline pounded through you. Your eyes were closed, but that didn’t stop you from feeling his close proximity as he gingerly leaned over you to scope out your face” OMFG THE WAY MY BLOOD PRESSURE SKYROCKETED. Ngl been there and it’s SO uncomfortable like can he NOT feel my heart falling right outta my ass??? Kudos to mc for keeping composure (cus I wasn’t able to oops) kinda interested in what the situation woulda looked like had

he known she was awake tho?? “really? … fucking really gonna do this now?” HAHAH OMG “the way he was using the clothes he had apparently grabbed from his bag to hide his crotch from your view” the consistency in your writing is SO IMPRESSIVE like… when I read ego I see it as a move in my head bc of all these small, but important, details. They both migrated towards each other uwu that is SO CUTE, esp with kook as the big spoon wrapped all around her ughhh my heart. And the way she grabbed a

plate of food for baby boy has me SO ENDEARED, it’s so sweet the way she’s thinking of him and his favorite food. Ok, BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT NAMJOON AND LISA, cus Namjesus they totally boned that night didn’t they?! The whole breakfast scene had me ROLLING “jungkookie lost his hands in a tragic paragliding accident” and “…like he was sitting there smiling at you, eyes sparkling like he was a big titty anime girl?” honestly, I gotta hand it to you, there has been no fic that makes me laugh the way

ego does. The dialogue, the pop culture references (re: pimp my ride, fear factor, “Squidward”, etc), the humor KILLS ME. You seem like the funny af friend in the group. Like “baby wine doesn’t exist because that illegal. and, frankly, immoral.” “But I would just like to state for the record that I’m the one who passed through her vagina.” “Tore it too, from what I hear” HAHA OMFG THEIR BANTER IS A+ bff shitting on each other and I’m living for it!!! The whole laser tag scene was pure gold.

The way lisa started opening up, jk’s cocky ass, mc/joon’s mess of team work, the way jungkook calls mc “babe” instead of “noona” (what’s with that anyways? He wanna be seen as manlier or something??), the return of the god of destruction, “Yeah, well you also have no upper lip” HAHAHAHA ok but I actually love jk’s sparce upper lip and buck teeth, it’s just so SWEET &ENDEARING. “You watched his tongue roll in his cheek as he considered you. It was sexy” HELL MFING YES IT’S SO SEXY!! I love this

characterization of jk- he’s very layered. He’s sweet, charming, sexy, dumb af, and annoying all at the same time which makes him feel vvv real to me. And now the smut. The fact that they’re in the same position as the other morning, but unlike last time, she’s ready to do something about it. The mouth on that boy omg reminds me of “do you kiss your mom with that mouth?” from an earlier chapter phew. I love that he’s focused on prepping her with all the grinding and fingering. While v sexy, also

shows he cares about her pleasure in that he wants her to enjoy penetration. The bit when he’s just dazed when she’s urging him to get a condom has me chuckling- is he THAT shook that it’s actually happening?? “He slid the rubber on with shaky hands.” Makes me think that he’s both nervous and excited and it’s more than just one time fucking to him. And the way she asks to ride him phew, she really be LIVIN THE DREAM that’s my ultimate fantasy let’s be real until he opens his dumb mouth “Hop on.

Please remember to fasten your seatbelt and for your safety keep all items stowed beneath the seat in front of you until after takeoff” OMFG HE’S SO ANNOYING HAHAHA “You placed another kiss on a pebbled nipple, intrigued when you heard him swallow a moan. Emboldened, you circled it with your tongue, scratched it lightly with your teeth. Jungkook whined, and the sound shot straight to your clit” FUCK THAT’S HOT. I am 10/10 a hoe for nipple play. Holy shit, and the way he pulled outta her cus he

knew he wasn’t going to make it in time for her to cum too, so he opts to eat her out first. We LOVE a man who prioritizes female pleasure!! Hnng and the way she agrees to continue fucking even after she’s already came and the way kook just GOES TO FUCKING TOWN ON THAT PUSS had my vag ROLLINGGGG damn I really feel bad for whoever is sharing a wall with them rn cus that headboard RIP my heart “I win” wtf dude his pillow talk SUCKS ASS. Just when she thinks she’s not just a game to him, he pulls

this shit. It’s probably just a dumb af joke cus we know my bby be competitive as all hell and also ain’t that smart, but damn. Not. The. Time. UGHHHH I just want to squish their faces together and be like "TALK TO EACH OTHER PLS- this is all a terrible misunderstanding" TL;DR my panties are wet, my heart is broken, and I kinda wanna knee kook in the balls. Thank you for this update!! Masterpieces are ALWAYS worth the wait!! It's bitter sweet that ego is comin to the end. Sending all my love

PHEWWWWW, THIS REVIEW!! 😭😭💕we still have one part left, so i’m not gonna confirm or deny any of your assumptions. but OMG, i’m so touched that my work left this big of an impression on you! your commentary made me smile so big 😩😩😩 truly, thank you so much for enjoying my wacky fic and my wacky characters. it really means a lot to know that people love my babies as much as i do, and that they’re actually as invested in the storyline as i am. ego was my first fic for the bts fandom, so she’s really special to me and it makes me happy that others enjoy her 🤧💕 and that you enjoy my writing style 😭😭😭pls 😭😭😭

thank you again for your sweet words. hopefully i can finish ch 8 sooner than later!