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@chefgeofframsay
i abandoned this blog years ago, but for the record: fuck abusers and fuck power imbalances and predators
and the fact that “fanfic moments” were something directly said in this whole thing makes me really regret ever writing any of this
if you wrote smut in desperate minds would aaron have a knot?
What if I just...wrote a sequel to Safe and Sound?
A Certain Uncertainty
A/N: What’s this? RJ?? Filling out a prompt from the list they asked for in JANUARY??? I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying! But as you’re about to see, sometimes they just get away from me, lol. Shoutout to @christopherdemarais for this prompt!! I had a lot of fun with it!!! (also guess which character was based off someone in my actual childhood lmao)
Ship: Tyler Coe x Reader
Word count: 8364
Summary: You’ve always led a life of monotony, until someone new shakes things up.
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are your commissions open? i've moved cross country before and i know how how pricey that can get and i'd love to help out!
Tentatively, they’re always open but honestly, I don’t think I’m accepting new commissions at this time. But if you’ve moved, you know how draining/time consuming it is. I don’t really have time to get any writing done at the moment and it’s not fair to someone to take something on that I can’t give a deadline to.
Update!
Hey guys! I promise I haven’t forgotten about this blog or writing but I’m moving cross country (halfway across, technically?) for a new job! It’s just…very stressful and expensive (no one tells you how much it takes to ship a car and like…yikes) and I just need to focus on that before I worry about anything else.
I love y’all lots and I’m sorry for the disappointment I know I caused by being the actual worst.
Update!
Hey guys! I promise I haven’t forgotten about this blog or writing but I’m moving cross country (halfway across, technically?) for a new job! It’s just...very stressful and expensive (no one tells you how much it takes to ship a car and like...yikes) and I just need to focus on that before I worry about anything else.
I love y’all lots and I’m sorry for the disappointment I know I caused by being the actual worst.
Theater Kids (3/3)
Pairing: Trevor Collins/Reader Warnings: Adult language W/C: 1,820 Part One // Part Two
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Valentine
Pairing: Trevor Collins x Reader
Word Count: 2,391
Description: You find yourself alone on Valentine’s Day, working after hours on editing with nothing better to do. That is, until a certain someone walks in. (This was a commission for @trevc0, thank you so much!!)
Warnings: None!
It is… somewhat disheartening to see all your coworkers leaving the office, either with their loved one, with gifts from/for a loved one, or with plans to see their loved one when they get home. Meanwhile, you’re just staying after to catch up on some editing, seeing as you had the time for it. No partner means no plans so, it’s not like you have anything better to do. Work’s better than staying in, watching netflix, and thinking about how nice it’d be to be with someone tonight.
That doesn’t stop those thoughts from lingering in your subconscious.
With a deep breath, you try to keep you entire focus on your work. Balancing the audio levels of six microphones, finding the best footage to switch to at different points in the video, it’s at least an easy thing to get fully absorbed in.
So it startles you when you feel a tap on your shoulder, and you look up to see Trevor standing behind your chair, shooting you a smile as you take your headphones off. “Hey, (y/n), is there, uh, a reason you’re still here? Office hours ended like, ehh two hours ago.” You check your phone to see that it is, in fact, seven o’clock, and it surprises you how fast the time went by. (It’s not surprising, however, when you see your only notifications are from Twitter and Tumblr.)
“I just stopped by to grab my jacket, wound up leaving it since the weather was so nice, and then I saw the light was on and… there you were, editin’ away.”
You laugh under your breath, shaking your head slightly before replying, “I dunno, figured I could get some work done since I have no plans; plus, you dorks aren’t here to interrupt with your ‘shenanigans’ so…” You shoot him a grin, and he rolls his eyes.
“Wow, you walk in on flinchless kickie doo one time—”
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ABBA Week - 4 - Michael Jones x Reader - Voulez-Vous
Name: Voulez-Vous
Pairing: Michael Jones x Reader
Word Count: 617
A/N: And we’re back for day 5 4! Everyone good, everyone hyped? I hope the answer to both of those is yes! I also hope everyone has been enjoying this semi constant stream of content! Lately I’ve been getting some.. negative feedback via anons so it’s been a little hard to keep going with ABBA Week but I’m going to keep trying. But anyways! Time for fic! Hope you enjoy!
He moved through the crowd like he did this all the time. Who knew, maybe he did. You never did this so how would you know? You took a long sip of your fruity cocktail. The loud music of the so-called nerd club (looked like a pretty traditional club to you) started to get to you and your head started to spin. Or maybe it was the alcohol. Either way, maybe it was time for you to go.
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you ever start rereading your WIP to get in the mood and write more and you get so caught up that when you get to the end you’re like “bitch? where’s the rest?” and you realize you’re the bitch and you have to write it
Aaron/Reader + Knocking on the wrong door?
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Theater Kids (2/3)
Pairing: Trevor Collins/Reader Warnings: Adult language W/C: 1,739 Part One
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Me, posting a fic: You had fun writing it, it doesn't matter if no-one reads it
Also me, obsessively refreshing my page: Give me the Validation
Yours, Mine, & Ours
Pairing: Miles Luna x F!Reader Word Count: 5,859 Summary: When a pair of confused young girls and their even more clueless father could use some help in a department store, you are more than happy to help. What you don’t realize right away as you part ways with the little Luna family is that all three of them are walking out of the store and straight into your heart.
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did you forget about the ship for ships?
No, I didn’t, but I also have a commission I’ve been working on for a while. Part of commissioning me is that your fic takes priority. I have the rest of my ship for ships sketched out, but also…I need to finish this.
Man After Midnight - Michael Jones x Reader
Name: Man After Midnight
Pairing: Michael Jones x Reader
Word Count: 1886
A/N: Thank you SO much to the wonderful, understanding, and amazing @chefgeofframsay for commissioning this from me and giving me permission to post it here! I hope it lives up to the hype and I hope Michael isn’t horrifically out of character! Sorry for the super long wait too! <3
“You should go.” Michael ‘Mogar’ Jones looked up from the flute of champagne he was about to drink from. What the fuck? He looked around but all the women present were laughing, not urgently whispering to him. Looking back down, he raised the cups to his lip. “Leave. All of you should go now.” He looked to his left and then his right. No one was close enough to have given him a warning like that, much less whispered in his ear. “Don’t drink any more. Just leave.” Okay, clearly the booze was starting to get to him and he went to set down the champagne but caught Geoff’s eyes. The leader of the infamous Fake AH gang subtly shook his head while smiling at the girl trying to sit on his lap. They needed this deal, he’d made that extremely clear to Michael and the other guys in the gang before they arrived but… “You’ll regret this.” That fucking voice. Without another thought towards the stupid annoying voice in his head, Michael grabbed the champagne flute and drank. Who the fuck had a bad time with champagne after all?
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