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Mom, I am a rich man || Tom Blyth x gf!reader
Summary: Fans have always speculated that Tom was dating someone until he confirmed it in an interview. After digging through Tom’s socials, fans stumble upon you, a Yale law student.
Warnings: fem!reader
Wc: 341
A/n: anyone studying law atm? 🙋♀️ ALSO THANK U SM FOR 6K AHHH THATS INSANE!!!
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“I did it!” You slightly furrow your eyebrows at the text message your boyfriend sent you before clicking onto the link that he sent. It was a 2 minute interview that he did while at one of the premieres for his hunger games movie.
Tom looked insanely good in his tailored suit, exuding confidence as he engages with the interviewer. Cameras flashed around him, capturing the glamour of the event, and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of pride for your boyfriend.
The interviewer, a charismatic host with an air of familiarity, turns his attention to Tom, eager to delve into the behind-the-scenes of the blockbuster. “Tom, how was the filming process for ‘The Hunger Games’?” She’s asks, a glint of curiosity in her eyes.
Tom smiles, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. “Oh, it was fantastic. The whole cast and crew brought so much energy to the project. But what made it truly special was having my family here. They visited during filming, and even my girlfriend, who took some time off uni to be with me. I greatly appreciated that.”
Your heart swells with warmth at his words. Tom, ever the supportive partner, acknowledges your sacrifice and commitment to being by his side during this whirlwind experience.
Your 2 months in Berlin with Tom was a great opportunity to take a break from all your uni work, and of course, spend some much needed time with your boyfriend. The revelation that he has a girlfriend elicits a gasp from the woman interviewing him.
That video goes viral on the internet. With Tom’s fans searching the internet for anything that could lead them to finding out who Tom’s girlfriend is.
With hard digging, fans discover your insta page. Your posts containing photos of your life as a law student at Yale and fans were pleasantly surprised to find never seen before photos of Tom that you’ve posted.
y/n_y/l/n just posted a story!
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yourfriendsusername: 😍😍
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: ily!
yourfriendsusername: uh oh, ur getting famous…. remember me pls!
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: sorry, who are you 😂
user1: omg so this is Tom’s gf? SHES GORGEOUS
user2: damn she’s hella smart huh?
↘️ user3: DUH SHES IN YALE
user4: eh, she’s mid
↘️ user5: studying at one of the ivy league’s is far from being mid lol 😭
user6: she’s been posting him for so long now, how have we only just found this out 😂
user7: so she’s pretty, she’s smart, and she’s bagged Tom Blyth? Damn girl. Teach us ur ways!
user8: THE LAST PICTURE AWEE
user9: the bouquet behind his back- the way she’s looking at him- my single heart cannot 😭✋
user10: studying in Yale is such a flex oml. And studying law too? Imagine being able to say, yeah my mom’s a lawyers. COULD NEVER BE ME. 😃
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y/n_y/l/n: Alexa, play brooklyn baby by Lana Del Rey 😁
↘️ tomblyth: volume up Alexa!
rachelzegler: y/n’s side eye 🙈
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: 👀👀
↘️ tomblyth: side eyed me the whole damn time
user1: HE FINALLY POSTED HER!
user2: can’t wait for more gf appreciation posts 😆
user3: what’s a uni student doing dating an actor like Tom Blyth?
user4: first pic. sleeping on the road tn.
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: pls don’t 🙏
↘️ user5: AHH SHE REPLIED TO YOU
↘️ user6: UR SO LUCKY TO CALL TOM UR MAN.
↘️ user7: nah, he’s actually my man.
user8: crying. screaming. throwing up.
user9: it’s happening 😭 Tom finally posting about his gf
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What qualities do you bring in a relationship?
1 - 2 - 3
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PILE ONE
Right off the bat, you will bring harmony with this relationship. It's like you were the one who will balancing this relationship, I see that you will going to mirror each other most of the time. You maybe bring this possessiveness and jealously towards your partner when they're with others, well that's okay though and that's valid. Your love language is maybe act of service and physical - you were probably like helping them out with their garden or cleaning their house windows. Also, sitting alone in a couch just feeling each other or holding hands while waiting for sun to rise. There's a lot of things can be happening between the two of you when you are alone. As well, with the hermit card here this talks to me that you two prefer to have an alone time, like discussing about your future plans, getting to know each other more and etcetera to build a strong romantic relationship with them.
Your partner probably likes your jokes, you might be a jokester. You were type of individual who is happy as clam, you enjoy every moments you will have with them perhaps that you maybe someone who is likely resist of change? yeah change, you kinda afraid of changes. I see that almost of your all your cards talks about ‘stability and security’, so I'm not quite sure where this insecurities you have for this relationship come from? where your partner make sure to love and give you the best care as they can. It may not be perfect but atleast they're trying their best, maybe from your past? You are like all in one package, you will bring flaws and good points for this relationship to build stronger and longer as you can.
PILE TWO
The first thing I noticed with your traits is that you have this motherly nature, regardless to your gender. You also like to initiate the conversation with your partner, you probably nourish every romantic relationship you have or will going to have. You also like to explore things or other places, it's soothing for you. And maybe you may want to travel with your partner in every places, cities or countries someday. I do see here you like get aways, you and your partner will be like best buddies at the same time lovers.
They will learn many things from you and so they do too from you. While, if you are single currently you are ready to mingle or if not, you are open with any romantic connection. I also feel, you were type of individual and lover where you like to fit-in with your person standards, like you were trying your best to be your person ‘ideal type’ in reality. You will also make your person as whole and complete individual. You will make them the best person on the earth. I do feel here for this pile the first up until the last seconds, you will love your person is about strong and unconditional love. Like a beautiful flower growing, the more it's grows the pretty and blooming it is.
You probably thinking that every person that come on your way is important. You were also a fighter or maybe someone who is ready to fight who everyone that will try to come across with your relationship. You don't give a f*ck about will others people will says about your relationship you have with your partner. You are good at starting conversations, you are not afraid to tell what's in your mind ; someone who can be very honest. You are charismatic and nurturing person that makes your (every) partner to fall in love with you way deeper.
PILE THREE
This is somewhat a heavy spread. Okay, you maybe feeling unlucky when it comes to love and it seems like you are not yet ready to take risk and embrace change, you are waiting for change to come but you aren't taking the first step to continue your journey when it comes your relationship with others. You are not going with the flow as your Guides and Angels wanted you to do so, it seems like you are just sitting there and waiting for change to come. Changes when it comes to love won't come on your way if you are not taking any actions for it, the possibilities of you getting on a relationship keeps delaying and delaying by itself.
You not even trying yourself to keep learning, you are putting boundaries, restricting and trapping yourself in a cell of negativity which is stopping you to start a new beginnings. Well, about the qualities you bring in a relationship? You will be a great partner to them. Someone who is willing to give everything all of they have with their partner. Aside from that, you may have trust issues and lead a relationship like be a dominant. You prefer a partner who is under to you rather than you will be under to them in a good or bad way because that's depend on you. I also do see here that you are finding someone who is sharing the same interest, hobbies and mindset like yours.
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Hey I was wondering if I could ask for Lip Gallagher and the filth alphabet please?
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Warnings;
If you're under 18 this was not written for you. Go find some fluff to read, got it? Minors DNI. body fluids, various kinks not limited to or excluding dom/sub, lingerie+stockings, choking/biting/hairpulling, pain kink, cockwarming and high sex... mentions of drinking / drugs -weed, he's a stoner, cum play/creampie, edging/orgasm control, oral sex, dacryphilia
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
--- he tries not to be, but he's a cuddler. there's a part of him that craves the connection and doesn't want it to end when the sex is over because it feels nice to just lie there and not be alone with his thoughts or whatever else is going on.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
--- tits, legs, lips. Particularly lips. He loves your mouth.
--- His cock is probably what he'd say, tbh.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
--- Will go down on you and make you kiss him to taste yourself. "Don't y' wanna taste how sweet you are, baby girl?"
--- creampie. That is all -we won't get into him getting hard as he sees it leak outta you and fucking it right back into you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
--- This man doesn't do dirty secrets in the sexual sense. He's a bit of a bragger, so he's quite vocal about past exploits. I do believe that he regrets losing his virginity to Karen though. Writer believes Karen was his first, this is why it was so damn hard for him to let her go despite all the shit she did to him.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
--- Oh god, he's experienced. He's constantly sleeping with someone. He's definitely been around because sex is the way he expresses how he feels about a person he cares about and while this is messed up just a little, it also means that when the love isn't returned, he's done and moving on to the next one because he's searching and he yearns.
--- Totally knows what he's doing. Always trying new things too.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
--- doggy style to pull hair and put a hand on your throat or grab your tits, against a wall holding you up, on the table, missionary.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
--- Depends. If he's jealous, pissed or frustrated he's serious. If he's in love or happy or feeling particularly sappy, he's humorous and sweet.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
--- it's a very well cleaned jungle down there. He keeps it clean, he just won't shave. Shit's too itchy for him when it grows back in because he tried it once and hated it.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
--- he tries to be distant when it's a one time thing but there's still a part of him that just can't.. so he's intimate as hell and gentle and sweet unless he's jealous, frustrated or this is angry /hate sex.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
--- you wore some stockings with a costume once for a thing on campus (college) and he couldn't wait until he got back to the dorms, he had to go into the bathroom and jerk off there. He's always edging himself, he likes to see how long he can make himself last.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
--- cockwarming, pain (recieving, give him all the bites / hair pulls / scratches / etc), cum / creampie, mutual masturbation, biting/choking/hairpulling, lowkey breeding kink, dom/sub (slightly less soft than a soft dom but not quite a hard dom either), dacryphilia -he loves to watch you tear up when you gag on his cock, light bondage, food play, temperature play, toys,
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
--- Anywhere. I mean this. As long as it's away from prying eyes, he'll do it anywhere.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
---arguments, thigh high stockings or knee socks, being bitten/having his neck kissed or sucked, getting high because it makes him horny as fuck, his partner in general..
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
--- no public sex, he does not eat ass and he will absolutely not share you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
--- He's pretty good at it but very messy and loud, very bite-y. He loves to receive though, ugh, if you give this man a good deep throat blowjob he'll be on one knee.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
---Deep, rough and slow. Most of the time. If he's angry, jealous, frustrated or in a hurry, it's fast, deep and rough. You will be bent over the nearest available surface and you will come away with handprints on your tits, throat and hips.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
--- He's taking it any way he can get it. If he wants it and a quickie is his only chance to get laid, he's not turning it down.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
--- Experiment, yes. Risk -esp sex with people watching or walking in, nope.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
--- Multiple rounds, short breaks and maybe an hour or hour and a half each round.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
--- Nope. Now if you want him to use one of your toys on you, he'll happily do it. He just doesn't own any, he's kinda not into it for himself, his own personal use.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
--- He's a huge fucking tease, so much so that you're a mess by the time he FINALLY decides he'll have you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
--- He's loud. Swearing. Praising you, talking dirty to you, telling you how well you take his cock, telling you how tight you are, telling you that he'll fuck a baby into you sometimes, telling you he loves you and he wants to stay inside you forever, grunting, growling, whining -esp if you're going down on him.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
--- Wants to be dominanted in bed but he's so used to being in control that he doesn't know how to go about it. Dominate this man somebody, please.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
---Above average length, average or slightly less so with girth. Cannot remember if he's cut or not, I know they mentioned this on the show. The tip is dark pink, it's slightly curved..
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
--- This fucker is perpetually horny. It's high. Very high.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
--- After cuddling and playing with your hair / talking to you and kissing on you, he's asleep. Likes to fall asleep still inside you too, btw.
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This is the Story
Chapter 6
A/N: I'm super nervous to publish this chapter, for some reason, so if you like it please let me know! And I hope you do love it! This is so fluffy it's the unicorn from Despicable Me.
ICYMI: This is the one with the OC Grace Dubois, author and single mom of Wendy. It's set in 1973 and this chapter happens in November, just after Halloween. Need to catch up? Here are links:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Warnings: None really? Again. It's. So. Fluffy.
Word count: 2.9k
Song that inspired the series:
Both Elvis and Grace get ready for bed and attempt sleeping, trying and failing to think of anything but each other.
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The next day, Grace takes her time getting ready to go to Graceland. She normally arrives around lunchtime, but today it's almost 2pm. When she finally arrives, she knocks on the door and Elvis answers. He gives her an awkward smile and coughs as he gestures for her to come in. They get up to his office and he seems to be having trouble sitting still. He keeps getting up to get a glass of water or an aspirin or to go to the bathroom.
Grace starts to think she imagined everything that she thought was between them last night. He seems to be doing everything in his power to avoid her. Why did he hug her then? And the almost kiss? What was that if he can't stand to be in her presence?
After about an hour of this, Grace is starting to get irritated with him. Eventually, he stops her from asking questions.
"I'm sorry; I think we're going to have to be done for today. I'm not feeling well." He smiles awkwardly and stands up to walk her to the door.
Now she's angry. Yes, maybe it was a little awkward after last night, but if he has to make up a lie about not feeling well just to get out of her presence, she's not going to force him. She nods curtly and heads for the door. When they get there, he acts like he wants to hug her again, but she walks straight past him to her car.
The next day is Friday, so she drops Wendy off at school and is ready to let Elvis know how she's feeling when the phone rings out of nowhere.
"Ms. Dubois? This is Jerry Schilling. Elvis won't be needing you to come to the house today. Thank you." Click.
He didn't even give her a chance to ask why or say anything at all. But if Elvis is that desperate to avoid her, then fine. She'll just wait until the weekly Sunday night call, when they make a schedule for the upcoming week, to let him know what she thinks.
But on Sunday evening, there's no phone call. Grace sits on the side of her bed trying not to cry. What did she do wrong? It felt like maybe she had finally found someone she could trust after all these years. But now he is reminding her of Wendy's father. She had trusted him and then he abandoned her when she needed him the most. Was Elvis doing the same thing? She wasn't exactly in a crisis, but he was already proving that he was untrustworthy.
Frank was right. She should've kept her distance.
"Mama, what's wrong?" Wendy comes into her room and sits next to her on the bed.
"Oh, nothing, I'm fine, sweetie."
"Is this about Daddy?"
"Daddy?"
"Mr. Presley!" Wendy rolls her eyes a little that Grace doesn't remember.
"Honey, no. It has nothing to do with him. And he's not your daddy. You shouldn't call him that."
"Why not? Lisa Marie said I could." Grace puts a hand on her forehead. The pounding behind her eyes is starting to get to her.
"You just... can't, okay?" Wendy nods slowly.
"Sure. I'll stop." She says it quietly, but she has no intention of stopping.
On Monday morning, Grace is ready to go to battle with Elvis. He has now ignored her for three full days. It doesn't matter how awkward it might've been on Halloween. He could at least apologize to her face and let her know he wasn't interested. Instead, he's sneaking around and avoiding her like a child. And he was mad that she disappeared?
She drops Wendy off and goes straight to the house around 9am. It's earlier than she's ever been there and she knows Elvis is probably still asleep, but she is fully prepared to stand in the foyer and yell until he comes down.
She stomps up to the door and knocks loudly. Jerry answers slowly.
"Ms. Dubois, what are you doing here? He's not..." Grace pushes past him into the front hall.
"Elvis! You owe me an explanation!"
"He's not here, Grace." She whips around to Jerry. Did he take off? He's probably back in Vegas.
"Where the FUCK is he, Jerry?!" Jerry shakes his head. He's obviously avoiding telling her. Just then, the phone rings. He walks to it and answers it carefully. Grace stands close by. She can hear Elvis's father, Vernon, on the other end of the line.
"What is it?" Jerry asks.
"He's asking for Grace. Should we call her?" Jerry turns and looks at her. He knows she heard that.
"We don't need to call her. She's here."
"Are you going to tell her?"
"I think I have to. Especially if he's asking for her."
"Well, alright then." Jerry hangs up the phone and looks at her nervously.
"Jerry, you better tell me what's going on right now." He hesitates before he opens his mouth.
"He's in the hospital. He has pneumonia. The doctors are worried..."
Jerry keeps talking but Grace doesn't hear anything else. Her heart sinks to her stomach and feels like it's in a vice. Everything starts to sounds garbled and her heart rate hits the roof. Her hands start shaking and without another thought, she turns on her heel and starts running towards her car. She has to get to him, now. She feels tears stream down her face as she tries to get her key into the car door, but she's shaking too much. Then, she feels Jerry's hand on her shoulder gently.
"Come on. I'll drive you." He takes the keys and guides her around to the passenger side. Once they're headed for the hospital, Grace begins to sob openly.
"This whole time I've been so angry and he's in the hospital."
"Oh, Grace, you had no way of knowing."
"What if he dies?!" She turns to Jerry frantically. "Please. He can't die." She's begging Jerry like he has some control over the situation.
"You really care about him, don't you?" Grace looks down at her hands and continues crying. She didn't even realize how much she cared about him until she knew he was in danger.
"I really do." Jerry smiles softly and looks over at her in the passenger seat. "Please don't tell him. I still don't know how he feels about me."
"Grace, I'm not sure I've ever seen him like this before. Usually between shows, he gets very sulky and spends most of his time in his room. But now? He's always so excited to see you. His mood is better than ever. Even the other guys have noticed. Don't feel bad for caring about him."
She swallows hard and thinks about what this might mean. Just then, Jerry pulls into the hospital parking lot. She can't think about any of that right now. Right now she just needs to see him and make sure he's okay.
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Elvis has been in and out of delirious consciousness for the last two days. His fever is very high and he needs oxygen to keep breathing. Today is the first day he's been able to speak. He pulls the oxygen mask off again and gestures for his father to come close to him.
"Did you call Grace? Is she coming?"
"I'm not sure. We told her, but I don't know if she's coming."
He puts the oxygen mask back on for a bit. Surely, she'll come? If nothing else, she said she wouldn't disappear again. She said they could be friends. This is his last thought before he drifts off to sleep.
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Grace walks carefully into the hospital room and her breath catches in her throat. Her hand goes to her mouth and she feels her eyes fill with tears again.
"No." She whispers. He looks even worse than she imagined, with the oxygen mask on and the IVs hooked up to him.
When Vernon sees her, he gets up out of the chair next to the bed. She goes immediately to the side of the bed, taking Elvis's big, warm hand in her own. Then, she pushes his hair back off his forehead and feels his fever. He's so warm, it's scary. Her hands are cool, so she gently presses one to his cheek. She wants him to wake up, but he doesn't. Finally, she settles in the chair Vernon was sitting in. She lowers her head and presses a kiss on his hand and then holds it up to her face.
Wake up, Elvis. I'm here. Wake up.
She wills him to wake up, and somehow it's like he hears her. His eyes flutter open and she stands up, leaning over him again. He pulls the oxygen mask off his face. Jerry gestures to Vernon that they should give them the room. The two men walk out and leave Grace and Elvis alone.
"You're here."
"Of course I am." She smiles softly. "I promised I wouldn't disappear again."
He smiles weakly and tries to lift his hand to her face, but he can't. She grabs his hand and holds it, bringing it to her cheek for him. Then, she kisses the inside of his palm.
"What do you need? Can I get anything for you?" He shakes his head slightly.
"I just need you." He puts the oxygen mask back on and rubs his thumb over her cheek. She puts his hand back down and he drifts off to sleep again.
As soon as he's asleep, she uses a pay phone to call Paulette and get her on the first plane to Memphis. She'll need her to watch Wendy while she cares for Elvis. Luckily, there's a flight coming in around 2, just in time for her to be at the apartment when Wendy gets off the bus. She arranges with Jerry for a driver to pick her up from the airport and uses her work expense account to pay for the flight. Once Wendy and Paulette are squared away, she goes back to Elvis. She stays by his bedside for the rest of the day, not even leaving to eat lunch. He sleeps for most of the day, but every time he wakes up, he looks for her and she's quick to make sure he knows she's there.
At one point in the afternoon, the Colonel arrives to check on him. He's shocked to find Grace there and he's even more shocked to see how comfortable she seems by his side.
"Ms. Du-boys, surely you're not here collecting information for the book."
She whips her head around to him. Nothing could be further from her mind.
"Absolutely not. I'm just here for him."
"You two seem to have gotten close."
"We're... friends." She hesitates a little and she can tell the Colonel notices.
Evening comes and Grace, Jerry, Vernon, and the Colonel are all still there. A nurse comes in to tell them regular visiting hours are over.
"Only one of you can stay with him overnight." Jerry and Vernon both look at Grace. Again, the Colonel is surprised.
"I'll stay." She tries to say it with some authority since she's not his next of kin or anything, but the nurse doesn't seem to care.
She spends the night sitting in the chair leaned over asleep on the side of his bed.
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At one point in the night, Elvis wakes up. Again he looks for Grace first. He's comforted to find her there, breathing softly, peacefully sleeping on the side of his bed. He lifts his hand and strokes her hair, which she's taken down to be more comfortable.
The moonlight streams in through the window, illuminating her features. She's so beautiful. His heart feels full and he prays that she never leaves. He's never felt this way about any woman in his life.
Before he goes back to sleep, he runs his fingers down her face gently, tracing her high cheekbones and the outline of her soft lips. Then, he drifts off more content than he's been in years.
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Grace stays by Elvis's bedside for the next three days as he slowly comes back to health. She leaves only to check on Wendy and shower.
On the third day, the doctor comes in and tells them he can go home.
"It was touch and go for a bit, but he hit a real turning point on Monday. He'll be fine. He just needs to continue to rest for the next week or so. Does he have someone who can look after him at home?" Again, Vernon and Jerry look at Grace. This time Elvis does too. She had already planned on taking care of him, so she nods.
Wendy is safe with Paulette and when Grace tells her why she is going to be gone, Wendy smiles widely.
"Daddy needs you. It's okay." Grace rolls her eyes but doesn't correct her this time. She packs a suitcase and kisses Wendy on the head.
"I'll be back to check on you everyday."
"Take good care of Daddy." Grace shakes her head as she walks out the door. Where does that girl get her spunk?
******
Once Elvis is settled in his bed in pajamas that evening, Grace comes in to check on him. Part of him is shocked she agreed to stay with him while he recovers. He's starting to wonder if maybe she is feeling something close to what he's feeling.
"Do you need anything?" She says as she collects his dinner tray.
"Maybe some more water? Thank you, honey." When she comes back with the water, she sets it on the bedside table and starts to walk away. He grabs her hand.
"Hey, sit with me for a bit." He pats on the bedspread for her to sit down next to him. She positions herself on the edge of the bed, facing him.
"Did you need something else?" She's smiling softly.
"No I just wanted to talk to you." She relaxes a bit. He can tell she's a little nervous caring for him in his house.
"What should we talk about?" She laughs quietly. He looks over her T-shirt and jeans, searching for something to say. In reality, he just wants her to stay close to him.
"Would you like me to read to you?" He looks back up into her face, thankful for her suggestion.
"Yes, I would like that very much." He points her to a stack of books. She chooses one that happens to be a favorite of his and settles herself back onto the bed. As she begins to read, he watches her carefully. He loves the way she licks her lips as she turns the page and the piece of hair that's fallen out of her loose bun. If he had any kind of strength at all, he would reach out and touch her, but he's still weak from sickness. But if being sick is what it takes to keep her here, he hopes he's sick forever.
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Grace does everything in her power not to lay down next to him on the bed as she reads. She wants to feel his closeness, not in a sexual way, but in a comforting way. The moment feels deeply intimate, but there's so much separation between them. And she still doesn't even know for sure if he would want that. She considers just asking him, straight out, but the thought that he might say no kills her. Better to just not know.
She reads for an hour or two with him listening intently before he finally gives in and goes to sleep. Or, at least, she thinks he's asleep, but when she closes the book and gets up to leave, she hears his voice softly behind her.
"Please stay."
"Elvis, it's late. I need to go to bed."
"Sleep here. Please." She looks at the bed skeptically. "It's a big bed. You don't even have to touch me. You know I'm too sick to try anything. Please?" She turns to leave. "Grace?"
"I'm getting my pajamas." She gives him a small smile and goes to the room where her suitcase is. Her heart is racing and she knows this is probably a bad idea, but she grabs her things and changes quickly. She's spent the last few nights with her head on the bed next to him anyway. How much different is this really?
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When Grace comes back into the room in her pajamas, Elvis's heart skips a beat. He can't believe he asked her to sleep in the bed with him. He's not the kind of man to sleep in a bed with a woman before he spends time doing other things in the bed. But this is different. She's different.
She gets in the bed on the opposite side and lays down with a good bit of space between them.
"Thank you. For everything." He looks over at her. She scoots over closer to him until their arms are touching.
"Well the last thing I need is for Elvis Presley to stop breathing on my watch." He laughs and starts to cough. Instinctively, she rolls over and puts her hand on his chest. He stops coughing and puts his hand over hers. Then, he presses his lips to her forehead and whispers.
"Thank you."
They sleep this way for the next week and a half. And no matter how hard they try, they always wake up in the morning cuddled together in the middle of the bed.
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There Are Monsters Nearby [Chapter 2]
🏜 Pairing: Grian/Scar
🧟♂️ Tags: zombie AU, zombie apocalypse, lovers to exes, slow burn, eventual reconciliation
📖 Summary: The day after Scar breaks up with Grian, the dead come back to life.
Or: Desert Duo's desert road trip. 🚗💨
Chatper 2 - Scar and Grian take a pit stop in the midst of the zombie apocalypse. It goes about as well as you'd expect.
📝 Words: 5,334
🔗 Link: Read Chapter 2 on AO3
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“Do you think…” Scar interrupts, still in somewhat of a daze. “Do you think there are more of those things out here?”
The expression on Grian’s face flickers, changing from annoyance to something milder and more human.
“I don’t know,” he admits at last, casting his attention uneasily towards the too-quiet gas station sitting across from them. “While you were asleep we passed a police barrier about an hour outside the city, but no one was at it. The traffic seemed normal, but…” Uncertainty flickers in his eyes, lasting for a moment before it’s replaced by something more focused and determined. “The best thing we can do right now is take stock and get gas, and then keep going.”
“Keep going where?” Scar can’t help but ask.
“Well I don’t know, Scar,” Grian snaps, exasperation returning in an instant. “It’s bad enough with the—with those googlies running around. I don’t have answers, alright? We’re going to get gas, and we’re going to keep going until we find someone that can tell us what���s going on. That’s all.”
The buckle of his seatbelt clicks as he unfastens it. Grian moves with determined confidence, opening the door and stepping out onto the asphalt. There’s a moment of stillness as they both take a breath, waiting for the world to dissolve into bloodlust around them, but nothing reacts—nothing lurches at them out of nowhere—and with it Grian’s confidence grows even higher.
“Come out and help me,” he instructs, and obediently, Scar follows.
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It's Friday, so here's chapter 2 of our zombie au Scarian fic! The post-breakup wounds are still fresh (heh) as Scar and Grian attempt to raid a gas station.
You can read the whole fic linked below!
You may not rest now, There Are Monsters Nearby (on ao3!)
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A new life?
Part 4! I want to deeply apologize for making you all wait almost 4 days for the next part, time goes by faster than i thought. I swear, i blinked and it was suddenly Thursday. Oops i guess?😆
If you havent read part one, click here. There are links to each consecutive part at the end of each piece. enjoy! <3
Contains: Angst, Hurt/comfort
Overview: Travel-worn and tired, you arrive at Liyue Harbor only to realize you've arrived in time for a festival? Is this the city's way of greeting you? Telling you you're welcome here?
Gn reader, "You/Your" pronouns used
All across the golden fields and high mountain peaks, traces of evening had started to show.
Around this time of day, most travelers would seek a place to make camp to rest and await a new day before continuing on.
But the scent of salt on the breeze spurred you on, telling you to follow the whispered promises of the ocean ahead.
With the sun having dipped out of sight behind the mountains to the west, the oppressive heat of the day began to dwindle, making a coolness settle over your travel-weary body.
Liyue Harbor was farther than you first thought, having walked every day for almost a week.
You were exhausted.
When you had first left the City of Wind you had no idea as to where you would go, spending your first night in a small roadside inn just southwest of Springvale on the outskirts of Dragonspine's icy landscape.
You were sorely unprepared to travel at all, having on hand only the few things you had brought with you from home, but you felt uneasy about purchasing anything from merchants in Mondstadt. These merchants always had a tendency to go to taverns after a long day and drunkenly gossip about recent happenings and findings on their recent travels.
What if they were to recognize you and let slip to someone you knew where you were headed? What if they heard the talk about your disappearance and recalled seeing you headed to the next nation over? You couldn't risk that. Not so soon.
Not before you could even try.
You promised yourself a new life. Nothing from the past should follow you into it. Otherwise it wouldn't be new, it would just be different.
You promised yourself a new life, and a new life you will have.
It will just take a lot more effort than it first seemed.
Earlier that day, after walking for what felt like an eternity, you had found yourself walking alongside many other travelers who were chatting among each other. You had caught bits and pieces of conversation, hearing talk about some festival, but being too tired to join in on the discussions, opting to just listen.
A festival?
No wonder there were so many people heading to the city at once. Most seemed to be locals, living in the villages scattered around the land, likely heading to the main city to reunite with family and friends. Some others looked to be travelers from other nations, seeming excited to take part in the promises of merriment.
The cobblestone road you walked on gently sloped upward until it evened out, letting all the people see what awaited them. Standing at the apex of the path, the air in your lungs escaped you in a gasp at the sight before you.
There was the ocean you had been smelling on the breeze for the last mile, surface choppy with waves cresting with the push and pull of the tide. Cradled between the mountains and sea like water in your hands was the city in all its glory.
There could have never been a better time to travel to Liyue, for what you didn't know, was that you had arrived in time for the nation's largest festival, The Lantern Rite.
Shining more brightly than the setting sun itself, the city was studded with countless glowing lanterns, seemingly more numerous than even the stars. With the darkening sky as a backdrop for the golden lights as they floated out of the Harbor and over the ocean, the spectacular sight had many a traveler stop in their tracks to admire the view alongside you.
So many lanterns...
You heard from someone once that Liyue's Lantern Rite had a tradition to send off lanterns, each carrying its owners wish off to the heavens...
Your heart ached.
If only Diluc could be standing here with you...
You would have wanted to share this sight with him...
Letting a lantern be carried by the breeze, holding your wishes for a long and joy filled life...
If only...
After the last traces of daylight faded, evening had given way to night, but from within the city one could hardly tell.
Brightly colored streamers hung from the roofs of every stall and building, and the walkways were glowing with warm orange light from the many the lanterns strung from post to post. Your ears rang with the clamor of cheerful voices and laughter.
It was dizzying. Everything was new and strange. You felt so lost, but for the first time in weeks, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling.
But it felt...
Lonely...
If only you could share these sights with...
...
Walking through the bustling streets and down stone steps, you find yourself on the docks, where people were releasing lanterns. Everyone was so happy...
You could see families and friends laughing together and couples walking hand in hand, pointing out the beautiful decorations.
But the happiness of the people surrounding you was not shared by you.
You were alone.
You had no one to share the joy a festival brought with.
Was this really going to help you feel better?
A mother and two children approached you, having noticed you looking dejectedly at everything around you. Longing for something.
"Everyone should make a wish tonight, Traveler, may your wish be granted and bring you happiness," the mother told you, handing you a lantern before taking her children's hands and disappearing into the crowd before you could refuse it.
Surprised at the sudden arrival and departure of the woman, you stare after her before turning to look at the waxed paper structure you now hold, still feeling alone despite the countless amount of people around you on the dock.
A wish?
'What would I even wish for?'
...Would it even come true?
With a lantern in hand, you walk further down the dock, thinking about the kind woman that gifted you the handmade lantern.
Why would she give you, a stranger, a gift?
She didn't know you. And why you in particular?
There were hundreds of people in the city. Why did she approach you?
As you walked, lost in thought, the clamor of the crowds slowly dissipated until it was almost completely quiet. There were very few people this far down the docks, all silently looking at the gold-specked night sky, likely wanting some rest from the bustling streets.
Everyone was so kind to you here...
Despite not knowing who you were, nor where you were from, they were kind.
No one looked at you harshly, or spoke to you unkindly.
You were welcome here.
...is this the place where you should be?
Lighting the candle inside the paper dome, you walk to the edge of the pier holding the now glowing lantern over the water.
Taking a deep breath, you let go of the lantern, watching it steadily climb to join the rest.
You wish that you will be able to mix in with the other people here, just as your lantern mixes in with other's lanterns, each carrying their owners wishes. You silently thank the kind mother that gifted you this chance.
You hope her and her children's wishes come true too.
You hope the Archons bless her family for the kindness she showed a stranger.
'maybe...'
You watch your lantern until you can no longer keep track of it, as it truly blends in with so many others.
'...maybe this is the right place for me.'
Brilliant lights fly around you as you spin, your movements as graceful as a scarlet ribbon flowing through air. Joyful laughter and music mixing together beautifully.
For the first time in weeks, you were happy.
When you first entered Liyue Harbor, you were nervous.
Would someone here recognize you? With so many travelers, there was bound to be one from Mondstadt right? Someone who would have heard about you, someone who knew your family?
You were afraid that word of your disappearance had spread so far. Would you not be welcome anywhere anymore?
Would you be destined to always be unwanted?
But after entering Liyue, you were proved your worry was truly for nothing.
You were welcomed by everyone, and you didn't feel as lost as you thought you would. You weren't the only outlander there, many others having been attracted by the promises of beauty and wonder, also looking to feel the warmth only friends can bring, all being only a fraction of what this jewel of a nation can give. Such is the way of Liyue.
You had somehow ended up dancing with the people, the music drawing you to the city center filled with singing, laughter and dancing. Your grace making every move you made look effortless, and your laughter like pure music, your happiness was contagious, making everyone around join you in dance.
It had been less than 2 weeks since you left Mondstadt, but at that very moment, being surrounded by new people who did not have a single care for who you previously were yet danced with you all the same...
Even now, multiple days into the festival, after you had met new people and there they were, dancing with you as though you had known each other for years.
It felt as though this truly was the nation you were meant to be in.
Your wish just might have come true.
Because this truly was the right place for you.
Maybe a new life isnt as far away from your reach as you first thought...
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Still Loving You
Pairing: past Santiago Garcia x gn!reader
Word Count: ~350
Summary: You get a mysterious text from someone you haven’t spoken to in years.
Prompts: A text from someone you haven’t spoken to in too long; a wordless text with a link to a song
Content: Little bit of angst
A/N: Just a quick little blurb based on this prompt list. Feel free to send me a character and a prompt! Enjoy! :)
Song: “Still Loving You” by Scorpions
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The text comes at 2:03am. You don’t see it until your alarm goes off several hours later. It’s from a number that you’ve had saved for years, not brave enough to reach out but not strong enough to let it go.
There are no words, just what looks to be a link to a YouTube video. Normally, you’d be hesitant to click on random links texted to you, but it’s him; you know it’s safe.
So, while you’re waiting for your ancient coffee maker to finish brewing, you open it.
You hear the gentle guitar pour out of your speakers, and then the lyrics come in:
“Time, it needs time,
To win back your love again.
I will be there,
I will be there.”
You sink to the floor, back against the kitchen cabinets, coffee long forgotten.
You sit in shocked silence as the song continues to play. The last chorus, in particular, catches your attention:
“If we'd go again,
All the way from the start,
I would try to change
The things that killed our love.
Yes, I’ve hurt your pride,
And I know what you’ve been through.
You should give me a chance,
This can’t be the end.
I’m still loving you.”
The song ends, and then it’s just you, alone in your kitchen again.
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. You stare down at your phone, at the innocuous video that has totally upended your day. You go back to your messages app, trying to figure out how the hell you’re supposed to respond to something like this. You don’t even know where in the world he is; last you heard, he was somewhere in South America..
You want to be mad at him, for pulling this shit after years of radio silence. You want to delete the text and block his number and maybe throw your phone in the nearest body of water for good measure.
You can’t, though.
You can’t, because you feel exactly the same way.
With trembling hands, you type out a reply:
Can we talk?
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please feel free to let me know what you think! I know the ending is a little abrupt, but I just wanted to leave this as a little blurb. Maybe I’ll do a part 2 at some point? Let me know if you’d be interested in that.
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a little season 4 vol 2 "missing scene" but angst warning, it's canon compliant!
Eddie opens his eyes.
It shouldn't be a surprise, really, everyone opens their eyes thousand-million-billions of times, probably—Eddie's not very good a math. But still, he opens them, looks out into the world in front of him, and a stray thought flitters through his conscious that goes Wait, what? He can't really remember why, though, suddenly. Because—
Eddie opens his eyes. And Steve smiles at him.
"Hey," Steve says, easy as a breeze, no urgency, no brave-face. None of that fear hidden in his eyes when Eddie had asked him to make Vecna pay for him, to do something Eddie couldn't.
"Hey," Eddie says back, breathless.
Behind them, there's a noise, and Eddie almost turns around to look.
"Eddie," Steve says before Eddie moves. He holds out his hand, long fingers and trimmed nails and soft palms. He almost glows in the grey dark of the forest. "Come with me."
"Okay," Eddie says. And takes his hand.
Steve's smile grows, a flash of white teeth, and he laces their fingers together tightly as he begins to lead Eddie through the trees. There's another sound behind them, Eddie doesn't quite know what it is, but Steve pulls him away gently before Eddie can turn his head to look.
It sounded almost like someone crying.
They walk leisurely, like they don't have anywhere to be, and Eddie stares down at their hands linked together. Something squirms inside of him, almost a feeling of wrongness. He feels off balanced, but he doesn't feel scared. He feels like he should feel scared.
Steve squeezes his hand comfortingly. They can't hear the crying anymore.
"It's okay," Steve says, like he's reading Eddie's mind. "I don't ever want you to be scared. Not anymore."
It clicks then.
"You're not Steve," Eddie says. He comes to a stop.
Steve stops with him, doesn't try to pull him along, to force him to go. He turns back to Eddie, that sweet smile on his face. His thumb brushes against Eddie's, his touch warm and gentle.
"No," Steve admits.
"Are you Vecna?" Eddie feels like he should be shaking with fear, but he's not. Steve's hand in his makes him brave.
"No, no," Steve rushes to say. "I'm not here to hurt you Eddie, I promise. I'm only here to take care of you."
"Oh," Eddie swallows. He thinks about the person crying in the woods and he remembers Dustin leaning over him— "What, are you like, God or something?"
Steve shrugs. "Sometimes I am," he says, thoughtfully. He leans in close as he does, his other hand coming up to their joined hands. "Sometimes I'm Jesus Christ, sometimes I'm an angel. Sometimes I'm deities of other faiths. Most of the time I'm mothers."
"I—" Eddie starts and stops, suddenly overwhelmed. "I don't understand."
"That's okay," Steve says. He presses the back of Eddie's hand to his chest, and he can feel his heartbeat under his shirt. It's comforting, the steady rhythm, the warmth against his skin. "Take your time. We don't have to rush."
Eddie drags his other hand over his face, twitching when something tickles his cheek. There, on his left hand, tied to his ring finger, is a red string tied in a bow, with one long end hanging to the ground near his knees, the end of it frayed.
He tries to remember why he tied it there, what the reason was. But when he looks at Steve again, sees the sadness in his eyes, the sympathy, Eddie knows its something else. He doesn't want to ask.
"Why—" He croaks and clears his throat. Steve watches him patiently. "Why Steve then? If not my mom— If not an angel, or whatever."
"You know why," Steve says, indulgent. "At least part of that, you know exactly why."
Eddie clutches Steve's hand, fingers going tight in that gentle hold, knuckles white, his nails digging into flesh. Steve doesn't wince or shake him off, just gently tugs Eddie closer until they're standing toe to toe, heads bowing into each other. The short ends of Steve's hair brushes Eddie's cheek.
Eddie does know. Knows if it were his mom or his dad, angels or demons or gods, if they'd asked Eddie come with them, he wouldn't have. But he doesn't know why this, why Steve.
"He makes you brave," Steve says. He whispers it like a secret, says it into their joined hands, into Eddie's knuckles, into the breath between them. "He makes you feel safe." He reaches down and plucks the frayed end of the red string between two fingers, runs his thumb along the length of it, holds it like something precious in his palm. "He makes you hope."
A sob erupts out of Eddie then, and Steve releases Eddie's clinging hand to wrap him up in a hug, holds him as he cries. They stand there in the middle of this weird, other dimension as Eddie weeps harder than he ever has in his life, as Steve runs his fingers through his hair, humming a song that Eddie doesn't know the words to, doesn't recognize. Eddie lets himself hold him back, crushing Steve to him, just to feel a little more of that warmth, that steady heartbeat and gentle kindness. He gets it now, and he cries all the harder for it.
It was supposed to be his year.
"I know, honey," Steve murmurs, voice thick like he's crying, too, for the life Eddie doesn't get to live anymore. "I know, I'm so sorry."
Steve holds him until the tears stop, until Eddie's breathing evens out and he pulls himself away to scrub his hands over his wet face. He swallows a few times, trying to find his voice before he looks at him again.
He's still there when Eddie looks at him, that same gentle smile, the kindness of his eyes.
"What now?" Eddie asks, voice ragged.
Taking his hand again, his touch warm and soft, Steve says, "Come with me."
And Eddie goes.
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Linked Universe Big Bang 2023 Sing-up Sheet
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Muir: Part 1 - Warehouse
A bit of a treat for ya here! A two parter about how Muir became a vampire. The second one will be up as soon as I have it edited. Enjoy!
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Part 2
Content: human police whumpee, gun violence, mentions of cults and what happened to Joseph, hidden injury vibes
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Muir spun his chair back and forth impatiently, watching Granger work her way through her paperwork for the week. She kept eyeing him, annoyed.
“Isn’t there something you should be doing?” she asked, typing away at her keyboard.
Muir clicked his tongue. “No.”
“Paperwork?”
“You know how I am about paperwork,” he replied. “It’s all done.”
“How do you even manage that? I know how many cases you take at a time, on top of your bondmate.”
Muir gave her a side eyed look when she said bondmate. She always said it with disappointment, like he’d made a bad decision in bonding with Joseph as a human. He personally was fine with it. He was pretty sure that it gave him some sort of extra energy somehow, and it was comforting knowing someone would always know where he was. “Maybe I sold my soul for paperwork powers.”
She didn’t even roll her eyes at his terrible joke and just gave a long, long sigh.
“I don’t know, Granger. I just work on it when I have a spare minute here and there,” he said with a shrug.
“Isn’t there research you can do?”
“I’m out of leads till my warrant goes through.”
“You could help someone else get their work done. I wouldn’t mind help with my paperwork.”
“Nah,” Muir said, going back to spinning. “I’m enjoying watching you do it.”
Granger flashed her fangs at him, but there was no real fire behind it. “Okay, whatever. But if the chief sees you sitting on your hands she’ll find something for you to do.”
“Oh, I know,” Muir replied. “But she’s in a meeting with the Fire Inspector right now.”
Granger groaned at Muir’s grin. “Yeah, and he comes in and wastes her time. What could he possibly need to talk to her about that oft-” She spotted the look on Muir’s face and her eyebrows shot up in a rare show of surprise. “No. No!”
“Yes,” Muir said, deeply amused. “They’re being responsible and making sure they have their work done just so they have time for little meetings.”
Granger put her face in her hands with a groan. “That is so wrong.”
“I think it’s cute,” Muir said, spinning a full circle before he pulled up a screen on his computer and started typing so smoothly that Granger almost didn’t notice as the chief’s door opened and the Fire Inspector backed out, holding up a hand in goodbye.
Muir waited till the man had left and the door to the chief’s office was fully closed before he went back to spinning his chair back and forth, practically taunting Granger.
She sighed, shaking her head and going back to her paperwork.
Muir scrolled through his computer, occasionally refreshing his emails and chatting with a couple of friends.
Then, he refreshed his email again and he rushed to click on the link and print out the warrant. “I’ve got it. I’ll call the guys together. Be at the cars in 10 minutes, Granger.”
With that, Muir was off with his fresh warrant to let the chief know where he was going and how many officers he needed to take with him.
Granger sighed one more time as she worked to finish what she was working on. This should at least be fun. Until it gave her more paperwork afterwards.
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The warehouse the warrant was for was attached to the new cult formed out of the ashes of the previous one that have been involved in killing David and causing harm to Joseph. Muir had been investigating it, reopening the case. He had quickly discovered that the previous case had actually been connected to a lot of missing person’s reports. It seemed that on the same night of the ritual,every single cult member had completely vanished, and the only living witness to the incident was buried in a box in the ground and unable to know what happened.
Muir had been worried that would be the end of it, chasing dead end after dead end, looking for unclaimed bodies to see if they had performed a mass suicide somewhere else, but he had found nothing.
Nothing except for a record of a new cult starting soon after, using the same name and locations with different people involved, though some of them were friends and family of the missing cult members.
This warehouse would hold even more information. Muir had worked his tail off to get enough evidence that something shady was going on here to get himself a warrant. If they could just get inside, they might actually find out what has been going on here. Even if he couldn’t put the original group in jail for what they did, he could keep this group from doing any more harm.
And they had already done plenty of harm. There had been some vampire disappearances in the area since they had established themselves again. Muir had got the warrant based on some illicit potion deliveries he managed to confirm at this address, though he was fairly certain they would be finding some vampire ash inside, if not the whole cult all high on it.
Muir got his gun ready, flashlight in the other hand as he and the group of officers approached the door, Granger at his shoulder ready to intercept any attack thrown his way. He had to admit he envied her abilities as a vampire. He would love to intercept attacks for the others without too much concern for his own life.
He looked around and nodded at Officer Blaire. He had the loudest voice and was the best at kicking down doors. His eyes lit up at the chance as he made his way to the front of the group. He banged on the door and shouted, “Police! Open up!”
There was a long long moment of silence, counting out the seconds legally required before continuing, before Officer Blaire smiled like a kid on Christmas as he stepped back and slammed the door in.
It opened easily enough and officers moved in quickly, flashlight beams swinging around in the darkness beyond.
The place was fairly dusty, and smelled of drugs and potions.
Muir carefully made his way forward, clearing spaces and calling out to the others, listening to the others shout out ‘Clear!’ to make sure no one went down without his noticing.
There didn’t seem to be anyone here. There were old style coffins lined along the walls, some of them nailed shut, others with free swinging lids. The old warehouse was filled to the brim with crates and boxes and a quick peek in a couple of them assured Muir that his warrant had certainly paid off.
“We’ve got Vampire Ash here!”
Muir made his way through the crates over to a set of long tables where there were boxes of vampire ash along with the equipment to make it into a potent drug. The process had been discovered fairly recently and the drug was beginning to spread like wildfire through the streets of most major cities because of its addictive and healing effects while the authorities tried to figure out where all the vampires were that were being mutilated, mistreated, and killed to make the stuff.
“Alright, the Icky guys should be here soon to deal with this,” he said, referring to the Illicit Substance division that would come through to help them clear the place out safely. “Let’s just make sure this place is empty.”
“Yes sir.”
Muir continued on into the dark, searching for more leads. He had to have another lead. This was a lot, but he wanted to find where the cult kept some of their files, maybe even see where they got the vampire ash from and bust a few drug rings.
He found an office space towards the back of the warehouse and whistled sharply to let Granger know where he was. He found the door to be unlocked and quickly swung his flashlight around the office. It was empty besides a couple of computers and some files piled haphazardly around the room.
Delighted by this, he stepped into the room, looking around at the files and picking one up to see what was on it.
Before he could really see what it was, he heard movement behind him, though he wasn’t that concerned. That would be Granger catching up to him and keeping an eye out while he poked through all of these papers and computers and happily picked out lead after lead like he was foraging cheerfully through a forest for mushrooms like he did with his dad when he was younger.
He was abruptly jolted from his satisfaction as a terrifyingly loud sound lit through the room and he felt something impact his body.
He managed to keep from falling forward into the papers and turned to find a pale, wide-eyed human staring at him, a gun in their hand and long greasy hair in their eyes.
Muir jumped forward, his blood rushing in his ears as he pushed the gun to the side and shouted as he fought with the person. The attacker scratched at him and screeched like a wild thing, struggling to get away no matter the damage to their person.
Grager shot out of the darkness, grabbing the human and forcing them to the ground on their stomach and cuffed their hands behind their back, kicking the gun away.
“Are you alright? I heard two shots. Were they yours?”
“Two?” he asked, still jittery from the surprise. He must not have processed the other one in his shock. “Yeah, no, I’m fine. My armor caught it, I think.”
“You’re sure.”
“Yeah. I’m alright.
More agents and officers hurried over to see what had happened and Muir was quick to explain the situation. Afterwards, he said, “Officer Blair, if you could get the suspect out to the…. To the car that would be… be… ummm.”
Muir started to sway, the blood draining from his face. What was going on? He should probably sit down. He slowly took a step back towards a crate, leaning against it as Officer Blair stepped forward. “Sir? Are you alright?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” he said weakly. “I’ll be alright. Just the shock of being shot at, I think. Here, Granger, you take over. I’m going to get some air and water really quick.”
Granger nodded, giving a bit of a side look as he made his way out of the warehouse. The pain where he’d been shot started to register and he groaned. The armor kept you alive but it still hurt like nothing else. He’d have a bruise for a week. He felt something wet drip down his arm and realized the suspect had scratched him with their long jagged nails where they’d untucked his sleeve from his glove. He’d have to remember to get it cleaned. He hoped it didn’t get infected. He wondered how long that person had been here. Long enough to go pale and hollow and…. And…..
Muir stumbled, and then he fell, pain blazing out through his stomach and back. He tried to take a breath to shout for help, but all he could do was lay there in the dust as it gradually dawned on him that something was very, very wrong.
Part 2
From Dust to Ashes: @honeycollectswhump @writereleaserepeat @tragedyinblue @hyrules-sleepiest-knight @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @thecyrulik @gt-daboss @currentlyinthesprial @pigeonwhumps @not-a-space-alien
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Reader feels lots of regrets, and Bokuto helps comfort them
Genre comfort, established relationship, domestic, gn reader
Wc 2164
Contents: hard on self, difficulty eating when stressed, food positivity/neutrality (intuitive eating/nonjudgemental eating), and of course comfort
a/n back at it again i 2023 lmfao bet you thought you’d seen the last of me etc etc lmfao haven’t uploaded in so long that i forgot my format whoops also i made a discord server hopefully the link works otherwise that would be embarrassing thanks
requested by @heart-an0n hope you like it and that it’s somewhat relevant to what you had in mind/wanted!
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The future is uncertain, and the past is a mistake, and the present is shit, so where are you supposed to be?
You can’t seem to shut down everything at once. If it’s not turmoil in your brain, then it’s in your tummy or chest. No wonder you hate being in the present moment, if the only time you’re ever in it is when you’re in pain.
You have no one to blame but yourself. As usual.
Your shame spiral swirls around you, thoughts smeared all over your brain, viscous and gluttonous. There’s nothing you can do when the overstimulation comes from within yourself.
Right?
That's how you feel, at least.
You wait.
That’s all you can do.
You wait.
You won’t be comforted. Not on your own. No comfort tv, no coloring books, no pets, no music.
You want someone to do it for you. Is that so wrong?
You shame yourself for being too dependent and lazy while you wait for Bokuto to come home, which is taking a bit longer than expected, since he stopped on the grocery store on the way home.
See? He’s doing something for you again. You can’t do anything! Leech leech leech!, you chant at yourself, just in case being mean to yourself was going to fix all your problems.
It hasn’t in the past, but what if it works this time? Don’t know until you try.
The front door clicks open and you hear rustling as Bokuto shuffles around, entering your shared abode.
“I’m home!” he announces.
“Welcome home,” you say. You’re not sure he heard you. But you know he trusts that you said it, and so even if he can’t hear it, you have to say it.
He kisses the top of your head on the way to taking the groceries to the kitchen. You want to get up and follow him but you don’t have the energy. You thought seeing him would magically blast you with the superpower to get up but alas. Some things not even Bokuto can fix.
You can’t unthink the thought. You wish you could. You wish you didn’t like scaring yourself with worst case scenarios.
He starts dinner and comes in to check on you.
“Have you eaten?” he asks.
You shake your head.
Bokuto never judgmentally sighs at you because he’s too nice. But if he was one to do that, the long pause in the air would have been the time to do it.
“Do you want a snack before dinner?”
How can you eat at a time like this?
“Chips?” he asks.
It’s so funny because you’re an adult! You can do whatever you want! You can have ice cream for dinner! Or chips as an appetizer! You can ruin your appetite however much you want!
But there’s still a nagging thought in your head before you do it like some judgmental parents are going to get you in trouble if you do.
But you can’t ruin an appetite you don't have.
Bokuto goes back into the kitchen and rummages around.
He returns with a bag of chips and eats one in front of you, then waves the bag over to you.
You sigh at yourself. You take a chip.
You see Bokuto move like he’s almost going to do a fist pump but then he stops himself. He’s not going to throw chips all over the floor. Again.
“Do you want to hang out with me while I cook?” he asks.
You really can’t say no. It is all you want. You wrap the blanket around yourself and follow him.
He smiles at you in amusement.
“What?” you ask. “Don’t say I look like a penguin,” you say, at the same time he says,” you look like a penguin.”
You level him with a look. He knows you don’t mean anything by it, so he blinks innocently.
Bokuto really is content to have you watch him cook. He doesn’t ask you to help at all. But if you didn’t think you’d get in the way with your blanket, you would.
But.
You need the blanket more than you need to feel useful.
You’re already at rock bottom, so who cares?
“How was your day?” you ask, cutting Bokuto off succinctly.
He knows how you are. He lets you distract them both with his day first. He tells you about his workout, media appearances, meetings, whatever funny stuff happened with his teammates, travel agents, room assignments, reality shows.
He chops and steams and stirs.
He washes his hands and holds your face carefully.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks.
“It’s the same old stuff,” you mumble.
He squishes your face.
“It’s okay, I can listen again,” he says. “I love listening to you talk, and also supporting you.”
“Okay,” you said, but it sounds like “waaauuuuu” because he is still squishing your face.
You and he set the table and sit down to eat.
You serve yourself the portion size you think you can stomach while you hate yourself and feel awful, and Bokuto doesn’t say anything, because maybe you’ll feel better later, and you’ll be ready to have a snack at this point. It’s more important that you eat whatever you’re comfortable with now, than eat nothing at all, and he would never shame you for your eating habits. You’re allowed to make your own choices.
You start your story with “you know ______” and you’re always amazed at what he does remember (the most intricate tiny details) and what he doesn’t remember (stuff that you think is really obvious, but it’s not because he doesn’t listen, or anything. Honestly it’s just funny at this point.)
And you explain the situation and what the trigger was as to why you are thinking about past regrets now.
And you know he wants to stop you because you are going into a spiral and it doesn’t really help to spiral. You don't think you’re really learning new information at this point.
But you just want him to know all the facts and details and how wrong and bad you are so he can make an accurate assessment of the situation.
He looks at you and listens attentively throughout your story.
You sigh. “Okay. I’m done,” you say.
He opens his mouth and you burst out, “oh also,” and finish up some last details.
He listens.
“I’m done for real this time,” you say.
“If you have more to share, that’s okay, too, and I want to listen,” he says. “But I’m going to respond now, if that’s what you want?”
You nod.
He sighs.
“The most important thing is that you learn,” he says.
Shame bubbles in you. Of course he’s going to think you’re wrong and bad. You also think that. You weren’t telling him so that he would absolve you of guilt.
But it still feels bad to have your worst fears confirmed (that you already believe about yourself.)
“And you already have,” he says. “Numerous times.”
You know this. You know that this is the only thing someone can say to you. You wished it helped.
“What would help?” he asks.
You sigh. You’ve never thought about it in that way. You don’t know.
“I wish it never happened,” you say.
“Other than that,” he says.
You look at your plate. You look at a scuff on the wallpaper. You look at the line where Bokuto’s eyebrow hairs shift from pointing up to pointing to the side. “I just wish I wasn’t wrong.”
“It’s okay to be wrong,” he says. “It’s actually super okay and normal. People are wrong all the time. And some people don't even care! Some people are horribly wrong and just keep being that way, forever.”
You know this. If everyone cared ten percent as much as you care about being wrong then maybe the world would be less…like this.
“Even if you’re the villain in someone else’s story, you don’t have to be the villain in your own story. And just because that other person doesn’t forgive you, doesn’t mean you can’t move on. And even if you’re the villain in your own story, you can make different decisions next time. You learned. You grew. You want to do better. That’s all that matters.”
You feel tears peeking out. He swiftly moves to your side and hands you a tissue.
You rest your head in his chest and a sob bursts forth. You always cry the most (the best?) with Bokuto. He’s the only person you feel safe enough to be like this with.
Except now you're crying so you can’t intellectually remember all that because your ears are filled with the sound of your own crying. Your brain is filled only with that audio, and the sensation of cold tears on your hot cheeks, and the heaviness of your nose running, and the solidness of Bokuto as he lets you press yourself against him. He will not let you go until you are ready.
He pats your head and back and hands you more tissues.
You look at him, watery and poised for another outburst.
“I don’t want to be a bad person,” you sob. “I’m sorry I’m a bad person.”
He says your name softly and presses soft kisses to your head. He hugs you.
You breath through all the fluids and your chest feels emptier. Your head feels clearer. You’re afraid to feel shame again. You’re afraid to let this go in case you make another mistake again.
You don't want to make another mistake again.
It’s always hanging over your head, all the mistakes.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” you say.
“Do you want to talk some more?” he asks. “Do you want some water?”
You nod.
“Water?” he asks.
You nod again.
He goes and grabs your water bottle (how he knows where it is when you didn’t even know will remain a mystery) and opens it for you. You take a small sip. The coldness in your throat and tummy feels like a wall between you crying and you now.
“I love you so much, no matter what,” he says.
“I love you, too.”
“Seriously,” he says. “I know you know, but I am telling you.”
You nod.
“Even if you do stuff that makes you think you’re a bad person,” he says.
You shake your head.
“Don’t shake your head at me,” he says.
You’re working on the part of you that thinks you don’t deserve him, that he’s too good for you, that you’re not good enough for him. You’re working on that part. But it makes its presence known, during your lowest moments.
But Bokuto loves all parts of you. Even the parts of you that are painful for him. He loves all of you and knows that you are a person with a whole past and habits and attitudes and beliefs. And he knows that you love him and are trying your best every day, just like how he loves you and is trying his best every day.
“I love you no matter what you dom” he says. “Being a good person and a bad person doesn’t matter, anyway. It’s not real. We’re all just people. I love you so much because you’re you.”
You’re learning to accept that, but even if there’s a part of you that doesn’t believe it, Bokuto loves that part of you, too. And you love all of him, so if logic decides to ever work one day, you’ll be set.
“You’re beautiful and amazing, but that’s not all there is to you. It's okay that you’re not perfect. That’s not why I love you. That’s not why I started loving you, and that’s not why I love you now. I think you’re perfect for me, but that’s because I know that we’re both choosing this life together every day. I’m so grateful and think you’re perfect and amazing because you’re my partner. We’re in this together.”
You nod. You hug him and he hugs you back.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“Okay,” you say quietly, because a part of you still feels like if you’re too loud about your happiness, it might get taken away.
“I’m glad,” he says. “I’m proud of you and love you.”
“I love you, too,” you say. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” he says. “Thanks for letting me be there for you.”
He makes you drink some more water and you help him put away the leftovers (which you’re probably going to dip back into in a few hours when you’re feeling snackish—and when you do, a little part of Bokuto will relax with relief, because even though he never judges you or pressures you, he wants you to be healthy, happy, and nourished. He loves you so much and wants the best for you. And he feels so lucky because he knows you would do the same for him.)
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Tumblr Post Compilation: A Masterpost
First of all, let me tell you what you're about to see.
This is a list of 118 "funny tumblr posts" taken from YouTube compilations in 2016. I tracked down all these posts on tumblr myself in Nov 2021. The post is broken up into two parts, and is available under the cut. Each of the links is named after a snippet from the actual post (effectively the "punchline"), and clicking on it brings up the full post, which you can reblog and interact with.
These posts are nostalgic to me because I watched these YouTube compilations before I came to tumblr. I recommend you scroll through these posts, as they bring up a form of humor that's rarely seen today which, I think, has almost been lost to time. Also, if you want to learn how to do this, there's some insight as to how I did this at the end of the post.
(This masterpost is a revision of this post, necessitated because the hyperlinks don't work anymore.)
1. outrageously angry man returning a lawnmower and it was our dad
2. Italian exchange student said “Look, the compressed horse.”
3. “im eminem!” “and I’m skittles?”
4. I JUST MISTOOK ANOTHER STUDENT FOR A TRASH CAN
5. he ate the reeses cup then stabbed himself with the epipen
6. “GODDAMMIT, MR. NOODLE.”
7. school on lockdown because someone put weed in the vents
8. Can’t cheat with those big ass galaxy phones
9. weirdly self-conscious about wiper blade speed
10. My brother told me not to slam the door and yell “Guess who’s home, motherfuckers”
11. drove by traffic camera 6 times thinking it was funny
12. drill sergeant made kid carry around potted plant to replace the oxygen he wasted
13. A list of things that do not offend people:
14. kid grabbed seagull out of air, all his friends were like “again tyrone?? really??”
15. “LOWERCASE LETTERS ARE FOR THE LOWER CLASS”
16. drunk man proposes to tree, gets rejected
17. “i’m on my way, the traffic is just slow, i’m coming” “mom i called the house phone”
18. a kid’s phone started siri, TEACHER STARTED EXPLAINING IT AGAIN
19. “watch my stuff” what if someone comes and actually tries to steal it
20. our goats think that now whenever they pee they get a treat
21. “it’s for your own good”, mom deleted the internet explorer icon from my desktop
22. a girl called me a lying slut because I was with her bf a lot. we’re siblings
23. I watched an old couple set off their car alarm and drive away… now that i think about it-
24. Rules to learning English: their our know rules
25. a kid got expelled for pretending to be russian for 8 months
26. a girl said she had two moms and a boy started crying, he said it wasn’t fair she had two
27. when a girl changes her clothes in front of you, she hasn’t spotted you in the tree yet
28. my mom is telling me “get a good job” but my heart is telling me “marry rich”
29. my parents split after they made me. i am a volcano. follow for more geological humour
30. I’m saying “excuse me” but I really mean “why the fu-”
31. nun goes “I’m allowed to look at the menu I just can’t order”
32. Hospitals are so weird
33. handed their BLIND SON a menu and he’s like “ah… thank you… I’ll just… read this”
34. on April Fool’s his mom called to say she was in labour, dad laughed and hung up on her
35. “why do I fear bears? because Chester Zoo is 30 miles away and bears can smell fear”
36. dropped her ipad but held tight to her pizza
37. her parents faked a british accent in front of her until she was 7
38. really religious girl who told people off if they swore, gets sworn at
39. he took her to the supermarket to watch the lobsters fighting in the lobster tank
40. so i was the official shia labeouf myspace but i was in fact a 12 yr old canadian kid
41. subway thief told suitcase has “a bunch of laptops” ends up stealing a dead dog
42. “I guess working in fast food just wasn’t my cup of tea”
43. I waited until the professor handed back the papers and angrily asked where mine was
44. so i started trying to kill classmates with my mind
45. my favorite thing is ask 14/15 year old kids on dates if they want a kids menu
46. I blacked out in Disney World, woke up with Mickey Mouse putting a cold towel on me
47. “wanna date me? yes: smile no: backflip” and she did a backflip
48. “do you wanna kiss” “excuse me” he pulled out a bag of hershey’s kisses
49. when beyoncé asked all the single ladies to put their hands up I looked at my bf and
50. 7th grade, his world of warcraft friends threw him a virtual birthday party
51. “she’s the bro and y’all bitches are the hoes”
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I'm not happy Bob, Not. Happy.
TLDR; TFsource needs to get there shit sorted, or I am going to the better business bureau.
Pardon me while I set up, I generally don't like conflict but I was engaging in good faith for about a month until I realized that it was not being returned on the other end and I want to make clear exactly what happened.
My most recent irresponsible hobby is transformers model kits. I've been doing them for about two years now and its great fun putting them together. Sadly one of my favorites, IDW Drift, came out in 2019, before I got into the hobby, and is sold out everywhere. Occasionally I'll poke around for him but I've been unsuccessful. (I was able to get a interesting metal kit that you fold into shape but it was miserable to put together and the motherfucker fell off of its self once and stabbed me in the back with its sword.)
Until this January. I happened to see one in-stock on TFsource, perfect, mint-in-box, ready for assembly. I excitedly clicked the buy button and waited with bated breath. Its important at this moment I point out the collection of links at the bottom of the order received email I got. It's a surprise tool that will help us later.
I also think its notable that this is my first order I have ever made with TFsource. Spoilers: there will not be more after this.
I waited a few days. There is no 'your order has shipped' email in my inbox. I check the order. Everything seems fine, but weirdly its listed as a preorder? Did I buy the wrong model kit? I assumed this was a resale.
I double check.
Its the right model kit. It came out in 2019. This should not be a preorder. (Important to note at this point that there is no longer a clickable order or preorder button, despite this item now being falsely labeled as a preorder. Not to mention the estimated arrival is a price and not a date.) I check the forums for the average amount of time it takes them to ship. Its about a week. I shake off my misgivings and wait a week. I wait another. Still no shipping notification.
I hate sending in tickets or calling or generally being a nuisance in any way but its been two weeks on an item they had in-stock and the order has it listed incorrectly. Its time to talk to someone.
I send an email. I made my order on January 30th. My first email goes out February 16th.
I get a ticket received notification. It says I should get a response in a day or Monday to Tuesday if I sent it Friday.
I don't get a response until the next Wednesday, but whatever. That's still totally in the bounds of reasonable. But the response itself is very weird. Starting with the fact that I get two responses at the same time from the same person outside of their business hours.
This reeks of automated response, which, honestly fine, I expect the first round of a ticket to probably be a bot simply to weed out the people who didn't just check the QA page. BUT if its an automated system why did it take so long to answer me? And if its not a bot why did I receive two emails, each feeling like an automatic response to a keyword found in my email?
Okay whatever, they still aren't answering my question and are under the impression that this is a preorder, which again. Its not. I respond.
At this point I'm a little disappointed, I reaaaally wanted that kit, but I mostly just want answers. If someone else got it that's fine. I'll just cancel my order. But I want to be sure that I'm not missing out on my chance to snag this kit.
This time it does take a full, proper week for the response.
"Most Probably"?! Its your job to find out and I figure the second round of a ticket should be a human, but this still feels vaguely bottish. Why are you just regurgitating the order details at me? I would have at the least expected them to ask me directly if I wanted to cancel.
Okay so its time to be a big girl and call them, just to be absolutely sure I'm not missing out on the model before I cancel, but I want to have all my ducks in a row and make sure everything is in front of me for the call. This is where shit hits the fan for me because of several facts I had hither to been unaware of.
I checked my credit card. They had already charged me for the kit. The kit, that according to them they did not have in stock and according to their system, was a preorder. This is where I learn that unlike the other sites I have used, they charge you for a preorder before they ever even get it in stock. What the Fuck.
okay well, I want to make sure before I call I know how to cancel the order myself.
Okay, that's weird, no way to cancel. Maybe the view details?
Huh, that's fucking weird. You have literally no way to guarantee I get my product and you already took my $80, and there's no way to cancel the order. (I feel its important to note the other site I use does let you cancel preorders and does not charge you until they come in, you know, like a respectable fucking site.)
I am fucking livid at this point. How am I not able to cancel my order. You labeled this a preorder and your email tells me I can cancel those anytime.
Funny that. In fact, if you go to their front page, they have all those same little link badges...except for one very important one. Can you guess which one?
Something sure seems to be missing there sport. If you click the link in the email it takes to you a page that also says you can cancel preorders at anytime. However. I checked the QA page.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T CANCEL A PREORDER. YOU SAID YOU COULD IN TWO SEPARATE PLACES.
I call. I call with the flames of Hell in my heart. I was so excited to get this model kit. If I had simply missed my chance I would have accepted it. But their system has blocked me from getting real answers. Lied to me about my options and stopped me from solving the problem myself.
I am answered by a robo voice cuts out every other word and I select the option that takes me to customer service. I am briefly put on hold and then told nobody is home would I like to leave a message. I wait a while and call back again in an hour. Its the same thing. I leave a message with my number.
I just wanted to spend my money on a silly little robot.
If they don't call back by Friday. I'm contacting my credit card company for a charge back and the better business bureau for their misleading preorder policy (WHICH SHOULD NOT EVEN APPLY SINCE THIS WAS NOT A PREORDER).
Eat my Shorts TFsource.
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I got scammed for the first time and this was what happened: 😭
On a random weekend as I enjoy scrolling twitter around December 2022, I came across of someone shared this post of beautiful delicate floral rings which are limited edition. And this someone said it was back in stock, so I take a full glance right after I clicked their website. The website, images of products and reviews seems pretty normal, I even read their reviews as well. Seems normal to me....so without thinking further, I just looked for the floral rings instead. (I love the design because it was really beautiful.) If you looked at the photos shown above, it shows real stuff. Yes, like fucking real.
On the website, they had 4 full sets of rings to choose; Morning Blossom, Diamond Dust, Dainty Daisies and Wildberries. Each sets has 4 rings with different unique peculiar designs. My favourite is the one with snowflake under Diamond Dust Full Set. Because it represents my nickname in my childhood so I choose that one. But here's the thing...I do like other limited editions as well so I was thinking to buy all of it, so I can wear it on any occasions that can match well with my attire. Hence, my first vision is to wear on up-coming CNY 2023 and then Raya 2023 soon...However...Shit just happened:
Still in December 2022...I waited nearly 2 weeks for their updates after I paid my purchases and realise they are no progressions on their side after I viewed my order in the website. Immediately I dropped 2 emails to follow-up my orders and looked forward for their feedback as soon as possible, to ensure that this was probably just late due to international customs process or something. In January 2023, I realised that they yet to reply me a feedback or updates on what's going on on their side.
I looked back at my email and clicked their view orders website to see if everything is ok and seems like it's ok, just that there's no update to post out my orders. WEIRD. I WONDER WHY. No idea if they are still processing their orders. I decided to keep myself busy with errands and work like a normal human being.
In early February 2023, I decided to checked again and until now still no reply. So I started to feel fishy with this online shop. I then without hesitate just give one fucking last chance to see if they will really update. (I was super patience, calm and well-prepared if I am going to be played by this shop. You probably think I'm dumb here...)
And now on 7th February 2023, I was just resting after a badminton game for 1 hour plus, sitting at the corner of my bed on the floor while scrolling through my email to checked on them again. And here it goes.... 😱
And BAM!
I GOT SCAMMED.
HOLY COW. THIS IS WHAT YOU DID TO ME HUH? VLOR DESIGNS!!!
No longer able to view my order. 😭😭😭
And that's how it ended here. Ok...I know if you guys read this you're probably gonna think I'm dumb or something. But yes, we actually had no idea how we are scammed or not aware at all. Scammers are everywhere and they do whatever it takes to get your funds. To be honest, this is my lesson learnt of February 2023 story and it was from an online jewelry shop. After the incident, I decided to let it go.
Since I lost RM308.00 from this
SCAMMER VLOR DESIGN (This fake link)
I'm gonna dedicate this post to you, SCAMMER.
😏YES. LET THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW WHO VLOR DESIGN IS.
That's all.
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hi emma <3 i hope this doesn’t come off as me presuming that you need validation (and much less from an internet rando), but i wanted to say i really appreciated your coming out post yesterday. for me personally, coming out as ace has also been…something to navigate carefully, and something that is often misunderstood by others. i was lucky to have a queer sibling who listened and validated me at every step of the way, but outside of that safe little bubble, until i’ve vibe-checked who i’m with or where i am, my go-to (if i’m in a safe place to come out at all) is usually “queer.” just because — fewer questions? generally more understanding? on the rare occasion i do tell someone i’m ace and receive no questions, i overthink the interaction for days. “why didn’t they ask anything? maybe i should’ve explained it to them anyway. maybe they don’t know what it means, and now they think [insert incorrect ace stereotype/generalization here] about me. should i have told them my other microlabels? do i need to prove to them that i AM queer?” (i am i am i am.)(i know we are queer. i know we don’t have to prove ourselves to anyone. and yet!!) in my in-person life, i really only come out as ace to other ace people. now, i think i’m also aro-spec. i think i’m not attracted to men at all, probably. (idk, maybe i’ll always be figuring shit out.) but i wouldn’t have understood any of that without first realizing that i’m ace. it was like this…key that unlocked an understanding of myself and my experiences? like you said, about the understanding. and then the layers of everything else. and this is maybe a little silly and sentimental but i feel so much love and gratitude toward ace-ness and all the beautiful, wonderful ace people sharing their experiences on tumblr. because asexuality was the first step to explaining myself to myself. because when i was in the throes of “wait…IS this me?” and deep diving into all the resources i could get my hands on, ace people on tumblr did more for me than any other site. anyway. i feel all soft and 🥺🥹 when i read fic that destroys me and then click the little tumblr link in the end notes and go to the author’s tumblr and see that the author is ALSO ace. (“omg they’re just like me!!!” my little brain screams.) your fics and online presence in general bring me great joy. <3 thank you for being here. (and i’m so sorry there aren’t any paragraph breaks, this ended up being horrifically long and the ask box wouldn’t let me separate the text.)
hi! first of all i’m so glad my post resonated with you 💕 being ace is something that can be so (personal, the antoni voice in my head whispers) confusing to navigate when you first start figuring it out, but when you do figure it out it things just make so much sense. and they make sense in a way that i don’t think non-ace people can fully understand—just like eg i can’t fully understand what it’s like to be a gay man. i think your key metaphor is perfect—it’s one of those things that functions like a building block of identity, like the foundation that you have to get right before you can start building on it.
the harder part, then, once you make sense to yourself, is making sense to others. and unfortunately idk if that’s ever fully going to happen ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ for any kind of queer people, or for us. but i do think that it’s making more and more sense as time goes by! all we can do is live our lives the best we can. sometimes that means explaining asexuality, and maybe sometimes it doesn’t.
idk if i’m making a lot of sense honestly i’m just—really glad you sent this, and really glad you’ve been able to find supportive community online, and thank you for what you said about my fic 🥹
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The Eye of the World, Chapter 39 - Weaving of the Web
(THIS PROJECT IS SPOILER FREE! No spoilers past the chapter you click on. Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index and a primer on The Wheel of Time, read this one!)
(White Lion of Andor icon) In which hey, that guy looks familiar...
Rand looked down on the crowds from the high window of his room in The Queen’s Blessing. They ran shouting along the street, all streaming in the same direction, waving pennants and banners, the white lion standing guard on a thousand fields of red. Caemlyners and outlanders, they ran together, and for a change no one appeared to want to bash anyone else’s head. Today, maybe, there was only one faction.
He turned from the window grinning. Next to the day when Egwene and Perrin walked in, alive and laughing over what they had seen, this was the day he had been waiting for most.(1)
Rand tries to convince Mat to come with him, but Mat hasn't left the room since they arrived, and he keeps calling Loial a Trolloc, refusing to believe that Ogier look so much like them. Rand considers seeking out a healer nearby that Gill told him about, but healers are all laying low these days, with so many people confusing magic for Dark power.
As he's leaving, Gill says that a beggar has been asking after Rand and all his friends. Rand asks if it could be a Darkfriend, and Gill dismisses the thought. Not everyone is a Darkfriend. There's a rumour that there are strange shapes creeping in the shadows at night, too, how ridiculous. Anyway, Rand had better leave by the alley, two of those traitors are watching the door.
As he leaves, the guard on the alley, Lamgwin, tells him to watch himself. When trouble hits, it would be handy to have Rand in the fighting here at the inn. He's not the only one of Gill's men who thinks Rand will be good in a fight, though Rand can't think why.(2) As he goes, he spots the two men Gill referred to. White-wrapped swords, with armbands AND cockades on their hats, all in white.
Rand learned not long after arriving that the red wrappings indicate loyalty to the Queen and her decisions. White indicates that someone blames the Queen and her association with Aes Sedai for everything that's gone wrong, the weather, the failed crops, maybe even the false Dragon. Rand has no interest in local politics, but he'd chosen, by accident but he chose, and it's too late now.(3)
For today, though, all of that might be set aside. Might. There are ten in white for every one in red. There's some antagonism, as in the excitement some people do things they'd never think of any other day.
Rand gets swept along with the crowd until they round a last bend and see the Palace. The main streets all spiral in toward it, making it hard to miss. Unfortunately, he won't get any closer than this, but he tries to find a place where he can use his height to advantage, as almost everyone is shorter than him. Eventually he finds a place with a good view of the road, three people in front of him who he can see over.
On the other side of the road, there's a disturbance in the crowd. Eventually it parts and a ragged figure gets spat out of it. Rand knows at once that it's the beggar who's been asking after him,(4) and that he wants nothing to do with him, especially here, with so many people on the edge of violence. He makes his way back through the crowd, away from the road, and when he's free of the crowd, he runs, as much to get away as to be out of sight before a group of white-clad folk take the chance to chase someone with red on his sword.
He has no idea where he is when he stops, but he can tell he's still in the inner city. He spends an hour trying to find another place to watch the road. Eventually, he finds a slope, free of buildings. Nearby, he sees some of the palace spires. It's not meant to be climbed, but he scrambles up the slope with some effort, as he heard trumpet blasts so close he knows Logain must be in sight just beyond, and he finds that it's not a hill, but a wall, built to look like a natural slope.
As he gets to the top, he can see down to the road, and the expectant crowd. He made it, before Logain passed by. Trumpets peal victory, as the procession starts. First the soldiers pass, and then comes a huge wagon, pulled by sixteen horses. In the center is a huge cage of iron, with two Aes Sedai at each corner, watching the cage as if the crowd doesn't exist. Outside of them stand twelve Warders, watching the crowd as if they're the only ones guarding the wagon.
With all of that, it was the man in the cage who caught and held Rand’s eyes.(5) He was not close enough to see Logain’s face, as he had wanted to, but suddenly he thought he was as close as he cared for. The false Dragon was a tall man, with long, dark hair curling around his broad shoulders. He held himself upright against the sway of the wagon with one hand on the bars over his head. His clothes seemed ordinary, a cloak and coat and breeches that would not have caused comment in any farming village. But the way he wore them. The way he held himself. Logain was a king in every inch of him. The cage might as well not have been there. He held himself erect, head high, and looked over the crowd as if they had come to do him honor. And wherever his gaze swept, there the people fell silent, staring back in awe. When Logain’s eyes left them, they screamed with redoubled fury as if to make up for their silence, but it made no difference in the way the man stood, or in the silence that passed along with him. As the wagon rolled through the Palace gates, he turned to look back at the assembled masses. They howled at him, beyond words, a wave of sheer animal hate and fear, and Logain threw back his head and laughed as the Palace swallowed him.
Other contingents pass after Logain, but they're all anticlimactic. Rand leans out over the wall a little further, trying to catch another glimpse of the false Dragon.
Overbalanced, he slipped and grabbed at the top of the wall, pulled himself back to a somewhat safer seat. With Logain gone, he became aware of the burning in his hands, where the stone had scraped his palms and fingers. Yet he could not shake free of the images. The cage and the Aes Sedai. Logain, undefeated. No matter the cage, that had not been a defeated man. He shivered and rubbed his stinging hands on his thighs.
“Why were the Aes Sedai watching him?” he wondered aloud.
“They’re keeping him from touching the True Source, silly.”
He jerked to look up, toward the girl’s voice,(6) and suddenly his precarious seat was gone. He had only time to realize that he was toppling backward, falling, when something struck his head and a laughing Logain chased him into spinning darkness.
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(1) Awkwardly phrased, but this isn't more timeline shenanigans. Rand's thoughts are still perhaps a little jumbled, but Perrin and Egwene's arrival obviously hasn't happened yet, he's just looking forward to it even more than he's been looking forward to potentially seeing this false Dragon Logain.
(2) Even if they haven't seen the herons on his sword, because it's been wrapped up since he got to the city, Rand is our ta'veren hero. Chances are, he's carrying himself with a warrior's confidence because it'll keep him safer.
(3) So, ta'veren at work again, leading Rand to choose red instead of white wrappings for his sword, and by trading the heron-marks for red, he's just drawn a different kind of attention to himself.
(4) The beggar… wonder who that could be. Rand didn't recognize him but he was across a crowded city street. But it must be someone who knows them all, and the only beggar we've seen was Fain, who disappeared from Baerlon… If Fain has fallen so far as to this, would Rand recognize him at all? Or is this someone else, some Darkfriend like those who met him and Mat on the road?
(5) And of course, Logain himself. I couldn't try to summarize that paragraph, the only things I would've cut are his clothes, but even that goes to emphasize how Rand sees that he's made to be a King, somehow.
(6) And then of course, ta'veren at work again, bringing him up to that slope-wall. He saw palace spires nearby. I wonder where on earth he could be, and who that is startling him into that fall.
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