Hey !! Just wanted to ask is there gonna be an update on the Crimson River fic in ao3?
(IM ACTUALLY SO OBSESSED WITH YOUR WORK 😝😝😝 )
Heyy!! theres gonna be an update soon and im trying to write more since im randomly getting motivated to write, hopefully by the end of this month ill have a chapter for a few of my works done😋💗 AND THANK YOUUU ILYY
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hi! Are you planning to continue the ‘my neglectful lover’ series? no worries if not :) please don’t overwork yourself :):):)
hii!! ive been NEGLECTING everything atp… and im so sorryyyyy ill get back to writing late december/January, i’ll probably do something for my one year anniversary of posting my fics… sooo STAY TUNED PLEASE!!!🥹💗 i have so many fics in my notes but bare with me as i have so much going on irl, thank you everyone for all your kind words and thank you anon for reaching out, ily all smmmm
ps, i js finished my love story with yamada-kun at lvl 999, expect some eita content LOL, ive really been reconnecting with anime, and expect ALOT of tokrev content, i get so much 2022 nostalgia from tokrev and i miss my kisaki (his figure is watching me write this.)
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
summary: tim drake is forced to marry reader for the better of WE, and he doesn’t like it.
chapter: what do you want from me?!. (4/?)
AN: IM SOOOOO SORRY for slow upload/ NO uploads… ive been lowkey depressed asf, and everything is so messed up, but summer blues r gone and now im back in action. please enjoy this short ass fic, i alr have a brief idea for next chapter so it prob won’t take long, i just wanted to get smth out. this will be uploaded on AO3(spoiledcarmen) [read my crimson moon series on there thx,new chapter for that soon xx] tomorrow, tumblr eats first!!
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the next morning is here, you’ve managed to make your way to the bedroom and tidy yourself up. Tim’s already gone so it’s up to you to decide what to spend your day doing. you brush youre teeth while looking at yourself in the mirror, right in the eyes, regretting the day you were born.
breakfast was lazy, bread and cheese. not even toasted. your sighing could be heard from all seven continents, you feel guilty for last night, responsible even. how could you? he was the one who initiated it! you don’t know what to even do today.
you finish your breakfast and toss the plate into the sink, the loud sound it made, made you shriek; hoping it didn’t break. maybe acting non chalant isnt for you. you head to your closet like your in a revenge plot of a 2000s movie, the hangers scrap against the pole holding them up as you sway them away.
you picked a very casual outfit, comfortable flared leggings and a navy blue bodycon shirt. finished changing then you just stare at yourself in the mirror, do you look bad or just too used to your own image?
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after a while, Tim came back “home”, you had already prepared some rice and chicken for yourself but you guess you could lessen your portions for him. when he came in, he just looked at you, taking in a deep breath as if he just found a new life supply; he looked *guilty* as ever. youre concerned, of course you are, who wouldn’t be?! just as you were about to speak, he swallowed his pride and prejudice then walked past you, straight to his. your “our” bedroom.
you stare ahead, not bothering to look back knowing he won’t either, you decide to set the table, hes here, he might as well eat? setting plates, cutlery, and cups on the table, pot of simmering chicken with cream and bowl of rice on the side.
he comes back and immediately sits down, he stares at you and goes “im sorry.” not even waiting for you to have a reaction and stare at him, you freeze and slowly look at his direction, then look up at him. it’s all so rehearsed, it’s so automatic it’s obvious there’s no emotion, no feelings behind his words. he didn’t wait for your reaction.
he plated his while your gaze was still stuck on him, hes already stuffing his face full of food, trying to act like he’s swallowing his nonexistent feelings. “what?…” was all you muttered, your eyebrows furrowed and concerned, this isnt your Tim. he swallowed and left his gaze on the seat infront of him, “for yesterday.” “it’s okay!”
you spluttered out, immediately regretting your words. are you stupid? insane? psychotic? why would you say that? it’s not fine! its not! nothing is fine! it’s never fine! just forgiving him? you swallow all your pride, it’s like you’ve fully submitted yourself to him. you don’t say anything after, just pile whatever’s left in the pot onto your plate and eat in silence, trying not to act like a fool
you watch as he stands up to go to the bedroom, just leaving you alone with your feelings and the mess,you don’t even wanna eat anymore, your appetite is gone. you get up from your seat and start gathering the dishes, reminding yourself; youre nothing now without him, hes your whole personality now. youre nothing. without. him.
