#i can’t see myself living in this town for forever

[lunajay33]

Against the Group

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Summary: Klaus was the big bad guy and your friend group wanted to kill him but you had a secret, one that they would forever hate you for, being his soulmate

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x f!reader

•Masterlist•

Klaus came into town as the big bad wolf and since everyone is obsessed with Elena and saw she could do no wrong they despised Klaus but the first time I met him was like magic

•flashback•

Everyone was fighting over how to get rid of Klaus I went in a walk through the forest it always relaxed me, hearing branches snap I turn quickly seeing the most magnificent man I’ve ever seen and my heart was light and something snapped within me

“What’s a little bunny like you doing all alone, you know there’s a big bad wolf running around Mystic Falls” his accent did things to me

“And you must be the infamous Klaus, you don’t seem so scary to me, quite lovely actually” he steps forwards until I’m backed up to a tree as he looms over me

“This town might not be so bad after all, found myself a sweet little mate”

•flashback over•

After that he told me everything about werewolves having mates, they’re like soulmates, tied to eachother and he treated me like I was a goddess but we kept it a secret because I didn’t want to others to hate me

I woke up to a knock on the door and there stood Klaus with a bouquet of my favorite flowers

“Come in! What do I owe the pleasure my bad wolf?” He smirks laying the flowers on the table and speeding both of us to my room where magically there are pedals everywhere and candles

“How did you do this?” I ask smiling as he gently lays me down and crawls ontop of me

“You’re a heavy sleeper” he laughs as he kisses down my neck

“I want you Klaus” I gasp when his fangs lightly graze my shoulder

“And you’ll have me my love, for all of eternity”

That night he shows me all the ways he loves me, showing me exactly what I’ve been missing all this time, gasping he rolls over and pulls me to his chest holding me tight

“I love you Klaus”

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Weeks went by and our secret remained that, a secret except Rebekah and Elijah knew, they took interest in me after they saw how I changed Klaus’s behaviour

Siting on the couch of the Salvatore house with the others scattered about just relaxing for once

“Y/n I have a question?” Tyler asks grabbing the attention of the others

“Yeah what is it Ty?”

“You smell different”

“Excuse me?” My eyes wide

“I just mean, your scent it’s changed like, this is gonna sound weird, but it’s the smell females get when they’re mated” my cheeks become red and I’m a blubbering mess

“OH MY GOD! Y/N WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US WHO IS IT?” Caroline asks super excited knowing i was never with a guys before

“I ummm…..it’s nothing don’t even worry about it” I laugh awkwardly now everyone is crowded around me

“Y/n come on I’ve told you all the details about my first time come on” Elena groans

“I…..I can’t you guys won’t like it” I rub my hands together anxiously as I stand up and try to leave making my way past them and running out the door

“Wait!” Stefan calls out worried but I’m already in my car driving off to the mikaelsons, getting to their door I knock and there my lovely mate stands

“My lovely bunny what’s got your heart littering so fast?” He asks as he takes my hand and brings me inside

“The group were badgering me about who my first time was with, Tyler could smell that I’m “mated” I got flustered and had to get out of there” I sigh plopping down on the couch

“We could always tell them” he smirks as he brushes my hair back

“Let me just try and ease them into it, tell them all the amazing things you do for me, the amazing things you make me feel” I smile laying my head on his chest as he lays us down

“I think I can live with that little bunny now let me take care of you”

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I wake up to Klaus’s arms around me holding my head to his chest and his other hand around my back

“Klaus wake up…..I have to go I have a doctors appointment” he groans sleepy as he rolls over to make me lay ontop of him

“You promise to come back”

“Of course I always do my love”

I got ready and he walks me to the door, opening it but pulling me back for a moment pulling me into a deep kiss

“Drive safe my angel” he whispers

“What….. the….. hell” I turn to see Damon and Caroline

“I…..can explain”

“Are you…..is he the guy you’re sleeping with?” I look back up at Klaus and he’s smirking which settles me a bit

“Maybe”

“Y/n how could you he’s trying to kill Elena, we’ll all of us for that matter” Caroline whines

“I can’t deal with this right now I have to go to the doctors” I walk past them to my car but Damon speeds infront of me and slams me against my car making me cry in pain

“Damon stop” Damon is flung off me as Klaus lifts me to my feet holding me gently

“Are you okay?” I hold the back of my head and nod

“I’m fine I gotta go to the clinic I’m gonna be late”

“I’ll come with you, make sure you’re okay” I nod and he drives me to the clinic, I check in and we sit in the waiting area

“So why are we here again, I didn’t here anything about you being sick before today”

“I just haven’t been feeling normal, thought I’d check just in case”

“I could just give you some of my blood”

“It’s not something blood can fix” then my name is called and I go in alone, after some test the doctor comes back

“Well the results are in, congrats you’re pregnant!” My heart drops I didn’t know whether to me happy or worried how could I be pregnant

I walk out and Klaus is by my side immediately and walking me to the car

“My love you’re as white as a ghost what did the doctor say”

“Let’s just go back to your place and I’ll tell you” we got back quickly and he speed me to the living room where Rebekah and Elijah we sat

“Y/n you don’t look so good” Rebekah says bringing me a glass of water

“How is this possible I’m so confused”

“Please tell me you’re worrying me”

“I’m pregnant” and they all gasp

“You cheated on me” Klaus yells

“No I swear you know I’ve only ever been with you, maybe…..maybe it’s your wolf side right you’re a wolf first” I say panicked

“She’s right Niklaus you can smell your scent and only you’re on her can’t you” Elijah said as Klaus breathed me in his eyes growing wide

“It’s true, so….this baby is mine” I nod as he settles down

“I’m going by to have a niece or nephew!!” Rebekah chimes in excited

“How will it come out, wolf? Vampire? Human?”

“I guess we will have to see my little bunny”

[appalamutte]

spending this sunday morning pondering how the long and convoluted network of decisions we make everyday leads us to the people and places we love now

[cowboy-heart]

'interview with a butch' - a fake interview reflecting on butch-femme dynamics! inspired by the amazing piece by @llovely, which you can read here :)

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[an original, interview-style poem called 'interview with a butch':

when did you know you were butch? I knew by the time I was sixteen, but that’s only when I found the word. I’ve been butch since the day I was born, at least since I was just a few months old and threw an earth-shattering tantrum whenever my mum tried to put me in a dress. (both laugh) your poor mum!

I remember being a little butch knight, chivalrous even before I was double digits. my best friend only lived up the road from school, but her parents were running late and she was scared to do it herself. so I walked her up the hill, her arm linked in mine, pride balancing on my chest. and when I got her to her door, I said that we should kiss like adults do when they say goodbye, and we took it in turns to kiss each other on each cheek. when I walked home I felt something the size of a boulder in my stomach, but I didn’t know what it meant yet, just that there was something about myself that set me apart.

how did you feel with your first femme? oh, man, even for a writer that’s hard to find the words for. (laugh) let’s put it this way: before I had my first femme, I always felt like something was missing in my relationships – not just in the relationship itself, but in me. I felt broken and wrong, unsatisfied and selfish. I thought that maybe I just had too high expectations or something. hell, even with sex I felt like something was missing, like I couldn’t find my own desire.

But then, then I had my first femme. How graphic can I be here? (laugh) as graphic as you want! okay, good!

watching my stomach hang over my harness, long nails in my hips, I felt like I had a second sexual awakening. I felt the most present in my body I’d ever been, and like I could be in them forever. I didn’t feel dissatisfied, or wrong. when their hand held mine and played with my fingers I felt lightning shoot through me. it was like realising I was a lesbian all over again. but even outside of romance, femmes are my friends, my family, my community. talking to femmes, being around femmes, I’ve never felt so seen and loved. I can handle every sharp look, every slur thrown my way, just because my armour was polished by femmes.

do you find your roles restrictive? they’re liberating. I think sometimes people see me and think that I had to fit into this constrictive box, that I disallowed myself to enjoy anything feminine. the reality is that for butches, we find the word we’ve been searching for our whole lives. I can’t even remember finding the word, isn’t that crazy? it felt second nature. it somehow perfectly described everything I’d ever felt, exposed me to a community of people who were just like me outside of my Tory town! (pause)

I think there’s a tendency even in leftist, LGBT spaces to think that masculinity is oppressive, and femininity is liberating and oppressed. but it’s really not like that. we’re punished for deviating from our assigned gender, whether you’re a masculine woman, or a feminine man, or something in between the two. I’ve had gay men try to convince me to let them do my makeup, I’ve had gay women tell me that they’re “so glad” I don’t have ‘toxic masculinity’ like “other butches”. femininity was a cage for me, something I had to imitate to survive the perils of high school, but it was never me. masculinity liberated me, and it’s not inherently toxic. I love to carry the bags, hold open the doors, cry in pride, protect those I love. and there’s nothing like coming home at the end of the day to a sweet femme, ready to rub my tired muscles. man, I’m not good at concise answers, am I? (both laugh) no, but I love it!

what do you think of people who see your relationship as heteronormative? they’re twats! (both laugh) now, that’s a concise answer! no, no that’s not fair. here’s what I’d say to them:

I see it as…a complex gender performance. no, that makes it sound like it’s play pretend. they’re complex gender…expressions, dynamics, play, desire, euphoria. a butch and a femme together is no more heterosexual than a bear and a twink, a top and a bottom. it’s a dance that we know in our bones, like we knew each other in a previous lifetime and we’re just falling back into our favoured rhythm. even every fumble and awkward gesture is a part of it. we fall into sync and into each other, we tenderise each other’s gender, affirm it, and love every minute of it. we’re not two sides of the same coin, you talk to any butch-femme couple and chances are our priori (edit: interviewee meant propositions) are the same but our conclusions are not; we’re the same side of the same coin, just one is the top of the tail and the other is the bottom of it. is that a euphemism? (laugh) take it as you will!

I’m no man, my femme is no woman, and I’m no less butch when I’m wearing a kiss-the-cook apron and cleaning their kitchen, and they’re no less femme when they’re putting together a shelf or driving me to work. To look at us and see a heteronormative imitation of cisgender predetermination is proof of their own lack of nuance – do you think all dogs are boys and all cats are girls, too? (both laugh)

I think in a lot of ways, butch-femme dynamics are inherently transsexual. or, in the very least, good friends of transgenderism. If you can’t see us for what we are then chances are you’ve got your own internalised gender biases to unlearn.

I’ve always been butch to my bones, but when I’m with my baby I’m on cloud nine. I feel desired, my gender revered and loved.

so, what you’re saying is, you feel seen? I do. we see each other and nurture each other. I’ve never really liked being called ‘beautiful’, but when it falls from the lips of a femme, I know that they’re not seeing me as feminine. I feel most comfortable to explore the depths of both my femininity and masculinity with them; I don’t feel restricted to a role.

maybe that’s what people are missing about it: our homes are temples of gender exploration and devotion.

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[katiascraft]

“26” | CL16 ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ

Parings: charles leclerc x ex!singer!reader

Summary: the world didn’t know you and Charles broke up a few months ago. it was until you haven’t been to any gp people started speculating. he finds some one new. Makes his dream com true. And you write an album about him reveling how you broke up and why.

“If it doesn’t go away by the time I’m 30 then I made a mistake and I’ll tell you I’m sorry”

Now playing: “21” by Gracie Abrams.

warnings: smau and angst. that’s it tbh :)

author’s note: idk if this makes sense but I hope it does lol. Don’t forget to like, comment or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)

MASTERLIST

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yourusername: guess it’s just me, myself and music 🐰 (new tunes coming soon)

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user89: queeennnn can’t wait!!!

charlesmylove: why isn’t charles liking y/n stuff anymore 😭

↳ user976: RIGHT that’s what I’ve noticed

↳ user435: girl don’t start being delusional prob Charles doesn’t use social media

↳ user21: I have the feeling they broke up

sabrinacarpenter: they are not ready for what’s coming 🤓

↳ yourusername: 🤫

shawnmendes: gonna be album of the year

lilyhme: prettiest girl in town now can be mine 💍

↳ yourusername: yours forever my love 💍

↳ charlesstan: WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOW WHAT

↳ user0923: guess she knows things we don’t

↳ y/nxtaylor: spill the tea sis 😭

↳ alexalbon: why you always wanna date your friends???

↳ lilymhe: they’re pretty

↳ alexalbon: and I’m not??? I AM YOUR BOYFRIEND

↳ georgerussel: love watching drama 🍿

↳ y/nstan: WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!

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#charles and #y/n are trending on twitter

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f1gossipofficial: rumors has it that our fave couple on the grid isn’t couple anymore! 💔 Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc was seen out and about with a mistery girl. The source confirmed it wasn’t y/n. Y/n was seen arriving to New York last Monday. The fan that met her told us she said in a conversation she’s been living there since last year! Guess they broken up late last year and kept it a secret! What do we thing about all of this????

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user34: WHAT THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE THEY LOOKED LIKE END GAME 😭😭😭

charlesstan: I’m dead

user975: tbh I didn’t like her for him

y/nstan: I liked Charles sm this is so sad

user0863: now I need y/n new music I NEED TO KNOW

user87: new music coming >>>> new break up song about Charles 😭

usrr12: who is that mistery girl? We need a further investigation

↳ f1gossipofficial: on it baby 🕵️

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yourusername uploaded a story

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charlesleclerc uploaded a story

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charlesleclerc: WE FINALLY MADE IT! I won my home gp for the first time, wow! Thank you everyone, ferrari, the fans. Everyone. This was my dream and I can’t believe this is actually reality. So thrilled! This is for you dad, wish you were here to see it. Let’s celebrate and then focus on the next race! 💪🏻

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user86: he is so proud of you I promise 😭😭😭

charstan: congrats prince!! ✨

y/nstan: why is my woman on the likes ????

↳ user32: THATS WHAT I THOUGHT FIRST INTERACTION IN QLMOST A YEAR

carlossainz55: congrats hermano !!!!

landonorris: what a race mate!

lewishamilton: finally!! 👑

user678: so happy for you charlieeeee

arthurleclerc: ❤️❤️❤️

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you text your producer and best friend

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yourusername: here to finally tell you that my first single “26” for my next album is out!!! Made this album from the deep end of my heart. Hope you like it as much as I love it (and help me get through). link in bio 🧸

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yourbff: the most beautiful and saddest song I’ve ever heard 😭

lilymhe: GIRL I’m sobbing wtf

user256: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

User998: she really said let’s spill the tea

↳ user895: but i never thought it would be LIKE THIS 😭

landonorris: congrats @/yourusername !! On repeat for the rest of the month at least

↳ georgerussel: babygirl

georgerussel: thanks for the tea y/n! Beautiful song from a beautiful soul ❤️ we miss you

↳ yourusername: I miss you too 💔

↳ carlossainz55: wish you could come back some time again :(

shawnmendes: I cried I sobbed I screamed I died

sabrinacarpenter: the best artist of all time iloveu bestie ❤️‍🩹

User673: CHARLES LIKED 😭😭😭😭

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[aheathen-conceivably]

My grandmother was a strange woman. She was the reason I left Ravenwood; but also the reason that no matter how far I ran, I could never stop studying it. It was funny, really. That I almost accidentally dedicated the last eight years of my life trying to proving her wrong. All the while I told myself that I was growing beyond that small town and its superstitions.

It’s not that I don’t believe any of it. Life has been funny enough that I listened to her when she said sometimes the veil between the living and the dead grows thin, and sometimes others are closer to the divide than the people around them.

But certainly we weren’t chased by death. Sure, as a child I thought it sounded just fanciful enough to make me feel special. That was all. Doesn’t every little girl want to think she’s different? Then we grow up, and we learn that life is ordinary. We are ordinary. Stories are stories, myths are myths, and legends are legends. Families aren’t cursed. Even if I could sometimes see shadows wavering halfway across the world, or accidents seemed to happen to me far more than my peers. It was chance. Nothing more.

And as long as I stayed away that’s all it was. A mere myth that death would follow me to the ends of the earth. Nothing more. Only now death finally found her, and here I am. Back in the house she told me would one day be mine when I was ready. When death was ready. Because there are some things you can’t outrun forever.

[hazelira]

when love feels like goodbye

Jake’s flight was in the early morning, a time when everything felt too real. You stood at the airport gate, the weight of your unspoken words hanging heavily between you. There was no grand declaration of love, no desperate pleading. Just the soft hum of the world moving on without you.

“I’ll miss you, you know,” you said, keeping your voice light as you both tried to pretend this was just a temporary goodbye.

Jake smiled, but it was sadder than you remembered. “I’ll miss you, too.”

That was the last time you spoke before he left, the words unsaid choking in your throat. You’d tried to convince yourself that this wasn’t the end, that you would somehow make it work. But deep down, you knew that his dreams lay far beyond the borders of your small town, and you were just a chapter in his life—a chapter he would someday close.

And you did your best to move on, even as every corner of your life felt empty without Jake.

Years passed. Jake lived his life—studied abroad, traveled the world, made new friends. Meanwhile, you stayed behind, growing into someone else, someone you didn’t recognize. But you never stopped thinking about him. Never stopped missing the warmth of his presence, the way his hand fit so perfectly in yours.

When he came back, it was as if no time had passed at all.

But things had changed. You had changed.

You stood in the coffee shop, eyes locked on the man who was now standing right in front of you. But there was a ring on your finger. A promise you had made to someone else. Someone who wasn’t Jake.

“I can’t believe you’re back,” you said, your voice trembling.

Jake smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s been too long. I’ve missed this place.”

The silence between you was thick with things unsaid. Years of history that you both tried to ignore.

“You look different,” Jake said, his eyes tracing the changes in you—the maturity, the way you held yourself, the engagement ring on your finger.

“I’m not the same person I was when you left,” you answered softly, biting your lip to keep it from trembling.

And you weren’t. You had grown, had learned to live without him, to accept that maybe love wasn’t meant for you and Jake.

But Jake’s gaze never wavered. His heart, it seemed, hadn’t moved on.

That night, Jake found you sitting alone by the lake—just like old times, when you used to share secrets and dreams beneath the stars. Only this time, there was a wall between you, a ring on your finger, and the reality that you had moved on from him.

“I don’t know how to do this,” Jake confessed, his voice hoarse. “I’ve been trying to stay away, trying to convince myself that it was better this way. But every time I see you, I remember everything we had. And it’s killing me.”

You looked away, not able to meet his eyes. “Jake... I’m with someone else now. I’m getting married.”

“I know,” he said, his tone strained. “I’ve seen it. And I don’t have the right to ask for anything more. But I can’t help it. I can’t stop thinking about what we could’ve been.”

Your heart shattered at his words, the depth of his feelings almost more than you could bear.

“I’ve waited for you,” Jake continued, stepping closer. “I thought maybe I could let go, that I could move on. But I can’t. I don’t want to lose you forever. I thought if I kept my distance, it wouldn’t hurt this much. But I’m here now, and losing you is going to break me either way.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you whispered, “Jake, I’m not the same person I was. I thought I’d be okay, but I’m not. I don’t know how to choose between you and him.”

Jake’s eyes softened, his pain reflected in yours. “You don’t have to choose. I just... I needed you to know. You were always the one who made me feel like I was enough.”

The days that followed were a blur of emotions. You tried to pretend everything was normal, that you could carry on with your life as if Jake’s return hadn’t torn open old wounds you had spent years burying. But every moment with him felt like a reminder of what you could never have.

Jake didn’t push. He didn’t demand an answer. But the more time you spent together, the more you realized how deeply you had loved him, how that love had never truly gone away.

But you had already promised someone else your heart.

One evening, after a long day of pretending everything was fine, you found Jake sitting alone in the park, staring at the stars.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, your voice breaking. “I can’t love you the way you want me to.”

Jake’s shoulders slumped, and he sighed deeply. “I know. I’ve always known.”

“But you’re not the one I’m supposed to be with,” you said, as much to yourself as to him. “You’re the one who got away. The one I couldn’t forget. But the life we were supposed to have is already gone.”

“I understand,” Jake replied softly, his voice steady despite the hurt in his eyes. “I just wanted you to know how much I care. And that I’ll always care. Even if you’re not mine.”

And with that, you both stood in the silence of the night, the weight of love unspoken, of a love that couldn’t be. A love that would remain only in the shadows of your hearts.

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ALL MINE: Hidden Scene (1)

n/a: I will bring another ff that I've been working on soon ☆

NO ONE IS FREE UNTIL EVERYONE IS FREE

Chapter 2: Abby x Reader; Party scene

(…) someone took away the glass and took you somewhere no matter how much you protested. The other person had a strong grip, and no matter how vaguely you were saying to let you go, they didn’t.

It was Abby. You looked around scanning if you saw Ellie, if she saw you with her., she wasn’t near you and you had already entered the room feeling the hands of Abby on your waist while kissing your neck.

“What are you doing?” You said half-heartedly. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy the kisses but you weren’t in the mood, not when Ellie and Dina where downstairs giggling and having a great time but who knew if one of them wanted to go upstairs and suddenly open the door? You had to be careful.

“You don’t like it? Your moans this morning said different things”

“Yeah, you’re right but that was in the morning” You shrugged remembering how rough she was fingering you in the couch of the apartment and you liked it but what really made you reach climax was the furious face of Ellie if she found you two in that position in her house, in the couch she sits everyday. ���Also, I am mad at you, you and I are nothing, stop making scenes after class. I don’t want people to think we are.”

“People or Ellie?” As she said the name of the auburn girl she stopped kissing you and holding you while taking a step back facing you.

“Again, you and I are nothing, why do you care?”

“I don’t get your game, If you want her, why not be with her?” She questioned before start smirking “Or is it because you’re not Ellie’s type? Oh, she is the one that doesn’t want to be with you, that makes sense! But what am I hearing? Ouch, it must be the first time someone rejects, huh?”

“You don’t know shit, Ellie loves me, we are best friends, we will be together forever”

“Yeah, I hear you, but you want more, right? Ellie won’t cross that line because she don’t see you as more than a friend… and for how I’ve seen her look at Dina, you don’t stand a chance” Silence. Your lips are pressed together in a thin line. “I did asked myself multiple time why you were having sex with me and the thought of you doing it to annoy Ellie passed my mind, but I dropped it, now it makes sense, you filthy bitch. Do you even know why me and Ellie don’t get along? Why she hates me? I doubt you do because you would never started something with me if you really did”

Abby was laughing and you? You started to feel humiliated, one, because she could easily read you and two, because it was true that you had no idea what went down with they. Years ago Ellie came to your house, tears on her eyes and her knuckles with blood saying that Abby Anderson ruined something special for her and how much she hated her by then, you only knew Abby from basketball games since she lived in another town and you were there to cheer on your local team.

Ellie made you promised that you would never have any kind of contact with her, which you promised while cleaning the blood of her hands “promise me, promise me, promise me” she repeated frantically and with a hurt voice.

“And what about you? You’re not better than me, you know that I am using you and you let me use you, thinking that I will end up with you in something more than sex, which will never happen, because you’re like a stress ball to me, whenever Ellie makes me mad I go and let take it all in you” You had some tears, more of anger than anything else but you wouldn’t let her talk to you like that “So between you and me, who’s more fucked up? Because at least I can be beside Ellie in every space, maybe not like a couple, but she likes to be around me, but you? I don’t like sharing the same air if it isn’t sexually and you can’t change that because if you open that little mouth of yours Ellie will fuck you up, I will deny everything”

And with that you opened the door and closed it behind you laughing while cleaning the tears until Ellie’s voice startled you. When Abby came out of the room she locked eyes with Ellie for a mini second, she could feel the rage in those green eyes… Oh boy, was she going to open her mouth? She was going to do more than that, after all, Images speak louder than words. You were going to regret that and come back at her.

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[writer-by-the-sea]

hello!! may i request something fluffy where a touch starved elliott is visited by a farmer who can’t sleep and wants to cuddle with him? they’re not yet dating, but there’s EXTREME romantic tension between them

Slightly BARELY NSFT, No beta, no spell check lol

The storm raged outside, the lighting illuminating my cabin, each flash of light shortly accompanied by thunder that roared so loudly it shook my bed. I sighed and stared up at the ceiling, the rain beating down on the roof and providing me with the white noise I would normally crave; but now I laid there disturbed by the storm and sleep continues to evade me.

I let my thoughts slip to the farmer… Weeks ago they told me how they can’t have trouble sleeping through the night, that they were considering pills to help them through the night. I couldn’t help by wonder how they were fairing this night. Were they just as frustrated as I? Tossing and turning under the covers and considering giving up and waiting for the morning?

All I knew was that tomorrow would be a day with many cups of coffee, perhaps even an espresso or two.

I leaned over, reaching for my bedside lamp, flicking the switch with well rehearsed practice— only for the light to ignore me. I blinked at the light, tapping the switching again, and then once more..

“Lovely,” I mumbled and stood. The power was out.

Near my desk sat an oil lamp, one that I preferred to save for emergencies; I suppose this fell into that category. I considered what I would do with my time now, writing coming across my mind. Although, as of late, anything I’ve written has only been conveying my sappy and desperate need for the touch of another.

For far too long I’ve lived in this cabin alone. Something I thought I would enjoy, but I find myself feeling more and more lonely as each day passes. These days it’s gotten to the point where I find myself starved for attention. I wander around town more often than ever, finding excuses to see the others (mostly the farmer,) and I go on to bore them with tales of my unsuccessful writings.

With my lamp lit, I found my way back to my bed, my new plan for the night to reread over my pages and correct any mistakes I come across. Forever I will misspell at minimum ten words per page.

I may be a writer but I am no expert at spelling, ironic as it may be.

Just as I began to settle back in bed, there’s a knock at the door.

Unusual, but it wouldn’t be the first time Willy visited in the dead of the night. He might be in need of some snacks if he saw Sebastian earlier in the day, or asking for help to shovel rain water out of his shop again.

I groaned and slipped out of bed, now giving up on my plans and preparing myself for Willy’s visit. A night of fishermen’s stories and tellings of his childhood. Not that I minded it, but I would rather relax tonight..

The knocking came again, urging me to open it and let them in. Part of me was tempted to ignore it, to pretend to be sleeping and leave Willy on his own — as rude as it may be.

But then—

“Elliott?” A voice called from outside my door, helpless and scared.

I ran to the door, flinging it open to reveal the farmer standing there. Drenched from head to toe, but still smiling as I greeted them. “Oh my goodness!” I cried and stepped back, opening the door even further and ushered them inside. “You must be freezing! Please, come inside!”

The farmer quickly ducked in, wasting no time in kicking off their boots and closing the door behind them. “I’m sorry to drop by so late,” they began and removed their jacket. “I just—“

“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked and took their jacket. I hung it and then offered a towel.

They gave me a sheepish smile, nodding and accepting the towel. “Did I wake you?”

I waved them off. “No worries, I was awake. I couldn’t sleep either.”

“Is it okay if… I stay here a while?”

I could tell they were embarrassed to ask, scared even as they avoided my gaze. If not for the cold weather outside, I would think they were hiding heated cheeked. But that may have just been wishful thinking. “Of course!” I replied. “Stay as long as you like—“ I paused, looking over their drenched clothes and uncertain on how to phrase my next words. “Do you… perhaps need a change of clothes?”

The farmer looked down again, chewing their bottom lip and twisting their hands in front of themselves. “I don’t want to be a burden—“

“Nonsense!” I rushed to my dresser, plucking a few of my clothes out to present them. Mostly oversized clothing, things I haven’t worn in ages but I knew would be comfortable and warm. It would definitely be better than what they wore now, anyway. “Let me know if these are okay,” I said and handed the clothes over. “You can change in the bathroom if—“

“Thank you!” The farmer replied and took the offered clothing….

And then began to strip before me.

I gasped and spun around, heat flooding my cheeks from what I’d saw so little of. Soft, supple skin… A few minor scars across their body, no doubt from the farm and the mines… How I wished to turn back around and take them into my arms, to kiss every scar, to lick every curve, to worship and adore their body just as they deserved.

I held myself back, taking a breath and moving to my bed to readjust the blankets and pillows. I wasn’t sure what tonight would bring, I wanted to keep my hopes low but—

“You can turn back around.”

They stood there, my sweater hanging off one shoulder and my old pajama pants hanging low on their waist. “Sorry about that,” the farmer mumbled. “I was actually really cold and started changing without thinking.”

“It’s no problem.” I chuckled and took their wet clothes from them, moving to hang them in my bathroom. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

Once in the bathroom, I closed the door behind me. How could they look so adorable in my clothing….

I slowly hung their clothing, willing down the urge to run back out and pull the farmer into my arms. To compliment them on how cute they looked, to kiss across their exposed skin and slip my hands under the sweater they wore. To lead them into my bed and remove their borrowed clothing piece by piece—

“Fuck,” I whispered and stared down at the shirt I held. I forced myself to hang it up with everything else.

Tonight, the farmer came to me for a place to relax. For a place to hide out the storm. For a place they knew they could trust without a starving writers wandering hands all over their body. Their perfect, gorgeous, sexy, strong body.

I shook my head and stepped out of the bathroom, ready to chat with the farmer about the weather, about the night sky, about everything but my cravings to just touch them. But all of the words fell out of my mouth.

They laid in my bed, under the covers and flipping through one of my books from the library. The light of my lantern dancing across them, their beauty freezing me in place. A fantasy I’ve dreamt of a million times, only now I could do nothing. My breathing unsteady, the palms now sweaty, my throat dry and all words failing me as I let my eyes trail over them.

The farmer noticed me and scooted to the side of my bed, pushing themselves into the wall before patting the empty side. “It’ll be warmer under the covers,” was all they said before they looked back down at the book. A book that only detailed the secret to ‘writing an award willing novel.’ Something I knew they wouldn’t actually be interested in but…

I climbed into the bed and slid under the covers, biting my tongue when my leg brushed against their own. This couldn’t actually be happening, right? There was no storm outside and I was simply in a very deep sleep. If not for the warmth coming from the farmer, I may have actually believed I was dreaming…

The farmer leaned towards me, their head coming to rest on my shoulder, their book now closed and forgotten in their lap. I kept my eyes forward, my hands turning to fists as I let the weight of their head settle upon me. “This is nice,” they whispered and snuggled in a little further, one of their hands going to lap on my arm. “Do you mind?”

“No,” I muttered back, gulping as they shifted even closer, their arm now laying across my chest as they got more comfortable. “I— I don’t mind.”

My body felt like it was being doused in flames, feeling more aware than ever of everything around me. The rain coming back to my mind, softer than before as it fell across the roof, the thunder still rumbling outside but now miles away, the farmers hair as it brushed against my cheek, their arm as it laid over my fast beating heart, their thumb as it caressed my arm.

“I really appreciate you letting me come in tonight…” I could feel their breath across my neck, my body shivering as I let the feeling wash over me.

I took a breath, attempting to form the words. Their legs were on my own now, the farmer pulling me further into the bed and encouraging me to relax and our combined warmth made my eyes grow heavy.

“I’ve dreamt of this so many times,” I said, my voice a whisper as I finally gave me.

The farmer giggled, their laugh light and adorable… and bringing what I’d just said to light. “And? Is it everything you imagined?”

I sighed and wrapped one of my arms around them. “Even better.”

In the morning I would wake with the farmer still in my arms, their nose tucked into my neck and snoring softly. Our first night together that would become one of many.

[heavenbloom]

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❆ — 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

song: the night — lovewave

summary: a letter addressed to abby anderson, twenty years after the two of you parted.

warnings: 18+ mdni, literally straight up angst, letter format, from reader’s pov, set in the future, not proofread.

a/n: this is entirely inspired by moonlit winter (2019). this’ll probably be boring af but i love love that goes beyond time and the physical and i love mundane yet emotional movies <3

The icy air nipped at your fingertips, the chill tracing unforgiving trails from them to the bottom of your soles.

The snowfall was thick this time of year and it painted the small town in hushed tones. The only thing heard in the white noonday was the laboured crunch of your boots and the heave of your breath against your thick woollen scarf.

The cold barely registered, though, as you dipped your hand into your coat pocket. The thin, glossy edge of an envelope crinkled at the contact.

How could something so small and hidden conceal a whole lifetime within it? It felt like it was burning a hole where it sat, yearning to reunite with your being, to settle there and remain a secret.

The sound of your footfalls ceased, and you let out a slow exhale. A plume of air swelled in front of your vision, softening the edges of everything.

The post office box was rimmed with ice. It stood as lonesome as you did, on this drowsy street, in a town you knew so well now, yet not nearly enough as you should have. It was hard to be a part of something when you always had one eye gazing back at the past.

This would hopefully change that. A parting gift. A farewell to somebody you had said goodbye to long ago.

You reached for the letter.

⋆⁺₊❅.

Dear Abby,

It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?

I don’t know if I will send this letter, but I can imagine the look on your face if you ever do receive it. Bushy, furrowed brows and downcast eyes… you never looked up when you were puzzled about something. It was if you had to retreat into yourself in order to make sense of the world around you.

The woman that I see receiving this is youthful and vibrant, forever frozen in the sands of my memory. Lines have begun to etch my features, and with each year that passes by, they deepen. It must be the same for you. It has to be, right? But the image of you, aged, eludes me.

I often imagine what kind of person you are now. Did you ever marry? Have children? Do you live in a house with a garden bursting with the smells of overripe berries and fresh herbs, like the one we fantasised about owning all those years ago? These are the reveries that have teeth, that sink and gnaw at something unspoken within me.

I did know you, once, but I’m unsure I do now. Does the soul change over time, or just the meat and bone that surrounds it?

I’ve experienced more of my life with your absence as opposed to your presence. I moved to a quiet corner of the world and made a life for myself. The summers here are mild and the winters are the never-ending and silent kind that we never saw back home. It’s somewhere that you would despise.

Maybe that’s why you plague my mind so often. This town is a place where I know you’d never find yourself in. Back then, I was running away from you and in a way, I still am. Like visiting an attic that one knows is haunted, I think of you.

I dream of you, too. Mundane, meaningless. Nothing happens in these dreams, but you’re there, shining. A wisp of blonde hair, the starlight of a freckled shoulder… the same.

I guess this sameness is what compelled me to write this. I’ve been walking through my life with my head craned back towards the past, so much so that I couldn’t see where I was headed. Now I’ve stopped, in the middle of it, in this purgatory. It can’t go on, Abby. At some point, I have to turn to face the future. I should have long ago.

I’m made up of regrets, but what good will they do now? Instead of listing the should-haves, I’ll tell you the truth;

This is not the first letter I’ve written that’s dedicated to you, but it will be the first I’ve ever had the courage to send. Let it be the last.

I’m sorry if what we shared has also left you with scars and an endlessness of seeking. I’m sorry that I was cowardly, and that I still am.

Thank you for the sliver of sweetness that you gave to me. Thank you for loving me like you meant it. I hope you know that I meant it, too. Everything I did, every word and every touch, was honest.

But I have lived with its death. Now I must let it rot.

Goodbye, Abby. Be braver than I am.

[cameronspecial]

Drew x girlfriend. He’s famous, lives in a big town, she lives in a village far away (which he stays at all the time) and doesn’t have any socials.

Drew has posted pictures of them holding hands (nothing more just to keep privacy) and his fans are getting crazy cause they don’t know who she is. One day they notice a ring on her finger in one of the pictures and they get even more crazy and he’s just like “they’ll never guess who you are, it’s like i can keep you to myself forever and I love it” and she says something like “you already get to keep me to yourself forever silly” and wiggle her newly wed finger in his face lol.

His Forever

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.3K

A/N: I hope you don't mind me testing out social media au with this because I thought it was perfect for this.

Masterlist

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drewstarkey put your hand in mine. you know i want to be with you all the time

Comments:

madelyncline I want her to be mine 😍

     → madisonbaileybabe nah, she’s mine!

obxobsessedgirl OMG who is she???

drewsnumber1love It is so clear he is smitten with her.

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drewstarkey 📚

Comments:

bringmedrew Why does he never tag her????

     → drewmybae ikr, I can’t find her in his following

     → drewbear Let her have her privacy, guys

carlaciagrant Mother is so smart. We stan. 

rudeth You are so in love, it’s gross

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drewstarkey ♥️

Comments:

brooke_starkey love my new sil 😘

     → drewstarkey she says she loves you too

     → detectivedrew yo!!!! Maybe she doesn’t have insta.

drewsmyman No! He’s off the market now 🙁

hichasestokes congrats man

Drew laughs at the comments on his current post. His fans love Y/N, yet they have no idea who she is and he truly does enjoy the anonymity of who she is. It means he gets to keep his slice of heaven to himself. When he started acting, he moved out to LA because it just made sense job-wise, but he found himself constantly coming back to Asheville, North Carolina. Of course, he missed his home state; however, the real reason to go back to NC is Y/N Y/L/N. The love of his life. She is the most down-to-earth and in-the-moment person he has ever met. At a concert, she is the only one singing along without her phone in the air, recording the show. During dates, she isn’t buried in her phone or obsessed with taking pictures of everything because she has no social media to post them on. She lets him be their photographer because she knows he will keep their private moments, private. He found love and that is with her.

She looks up from her notebook with a questioning look. “What’s so funny, Baby?” she inquires, getting up to look over his shoulder at his phone. He shows her the comments questioning who she is, “They’ll never guess who you are. It’s awesome. It’s like I can keep you to myself forever and I love it. My secret slice of heaven.” He brings her to his side by her waist, kissing her as she giggles at his words. “You already get to keep me to yourself forever, Silly. So I certainly hope you are keeping my forever because I don’t plan on giving you back,” she teases. His heart does a flip every time he sees the new ring on her finger, “God, I love that ring. You are so right. We can be each other’s forever. I love you.” “I love you too. Do you want to head to the beach?” she asks, heading to get her bathing suit out of her luggage. It’s their honeymoon, so of course, he is going to go swimming with his amazing wife.

[lunajay33]

Precious🩵

Summary: Reader gets separated from Daryl at the start and finds a farm with a wonderful family, she finds out she’s pregnant and one thing leads to another and a new group settles onto the farm

•Masterlist•

I waited for Daryl at our little house in the small town we grew up in, I had been gone to the city for the day when everything happened, I was able to find a car and drive back home praying that Daryl would be there waiting for me but I knew it would be a long shot, I waited for a few days until the food ran out and decided if I was ever going to find him again then I’ll have to go find him myself

So I pack up my bag with essentials, clothes, water, snacks that were left over and weapons for Daryl’s hunting collection, I drove for what felt like forever no signs of human life only blood and rotting corpses who some how took over the earth

I came to the interstate seeing the cars upon cars piled up blocking my way so I turned around hoping to find a back road to get around when I spotted a sign “Greene’s Farm” if the farm was still standing maybe it could have some food or more water, as I pulled up the drive way to a large white farm house people filtered out, it felt surreal to see people, live people

I got out of the car as the came down the stairs, it was an older man a girl around my age and a younger blonde, then what seemed to be an older couple and a younger boy

“How’d you find this place?” The man with the white hair asked

“I’ve been on the road looking for my husband, I got turned around in the road and saw your farm sign, I just need some rest” I say as I run my hand down my belly

When I went to the city when everything happened I found out I was pregnant and I was over the moon about finally starting a family with Daryl but now I’m scared, scared about delivery, this baby never meeting their wonderful father

The man noticed my movement and his harsher demeanor changed to one of pity

“Come dear we’ll get something set up for you”

They let me settle in the spare room after feeding me some eggs and fresh fruit, the house was cozy and they are lovely people but I can’t help that feeling in the pit of my stomach, the feeling I always got when Daryl would be gone too long, he always soothed me even if he didn’t talk much he showed me comfort with actions of love and care

Whenever he scrounged up enough money he’d buy me little gifts, he got me a silver necklace with a bow on it which I never take off, I never got a wedding ring because I refused and said we should keep the money for the future and that I don’t need some diamond to show my love for him

“Knock knock” I look up to the doorway and see Maggie standing there with a wide smile

“Daddy wanted me to check on you, well both of you”

“Oh yes I think we’re okay, I only found out about two weeks ago”

“That’s when you first had symptoms?” She asked as she sat next to me on the bed

“Yeah, the nausea and a little bump”

“I’d say you’re about two months pregnant then, signs only show up later, does the father know?” I shock my head feeling my heart clench in pain

“I never got the chance, I don’t even know where he is but somehow in my heart I believe we will find our ways back to each other” she ran a comforting hand up my back and smiled

“You’ll find him sweetheart you never know what might happen!” She said before she left the room giving me space to finally rest

It’s been 2 months now on the farm and it was peaceful for some reason this farm has gone untouched from the world that’s filled with death, I haven’t stopped looking for Daryl, every other day I’d search farther and farther out but there was no sign, as I was walking back to the farm I saw two men and Otis running through the field, I got back to the house and Maggie told me of everything that was happening, Otis accidentally shot the boy who Hershel was working on now

I sat outside on the steps as the young boys father came out obviously in shock covered in blood, he sat next to me completely disheveled, I took a rag I had in my pocket and wiped some blood he smeared on his face

“Hershel is a good surgeon and a great man, your son is in good hands” my words seemed to calm him down and what he needed right now was a distraction it seems

“I remember when my wife found out she was pregnant with Carl, we were young but I was excited this little life was gonna be born, so how far along are you?”

“About 4 months now, I’m not sure if it’s a boy or girl, I got separated from the father when I found out but I’ve kept looking, I know he’s out there, he’s a stubborn man but god is he strong and pretty smart too”

“Yeah I know the type, got a man like that back in our group, we lost a little girl and he’s been looking for her day and night”

“Maggie should be back soon she must have found your group by now, it’ll be okay” almost as if she heard me I see her horse ride up the field with cars following, then I hear the rumble of a motorcycle and it brought back so many memories I had with Daryl, when he’d work on his bike I’d sit with him, when we’d go for a drive at night together, moments I kept dear to my heart, zoned out in nostalgic thought I didn’t notice the group coming to the steps

“Y/n?” The grumble to the voice that I fell in love with, I look up to see him standing there just as the day I last saw him still as handsome, I couldn’t stand up fast enough before I was pulled off the stairs and into his arms

“I can’t believe it’s you, I looked everywhere, I missed you so much Daryl” I cried into his shoulder as his group was most likely watching this moment unwind

“It’s me sunshine, I found ya” he pulled back and we just looked into each others eyes for some time before he looked me over stopping abruptly on my belly

He opened his mouth but he seemed to be at a lose for words

“It’s yours if that’s what you’re wondering?”

“My baby?” He asked placing his hands on either side of my bump

“Yeah our lil baby Dixon”

After everything settled down and people set up tents I decided to stay with Daryl since they were using my room for Carl, I was sitting across from him on my sleeping bag and he couldn’t take his eyes off my bump

“Do you want to feel?” He thought for a moment before he nodded, I lifted my ivory dress just above my belly feeling his warm hands caress my bare skin

“How did this happen?”

“Well remember that night you came back from the bar with Merle and I was wearing my pink sundress you love” realization dawned as a blush crossed his face

“Yeah that’s how it happened” I laugh missing how easily it is to embarrass him

“Where have you been?” I asked as we laid next to each other

“Found a camp outside of Atlanta with Merle, idiot went and got himself stuck on a roof don’t know where he is now, then we went to the CDC and that was a bust then that leads to now finally some sanity with ya”

“I’m just glad you didn’t get bite, the farms been secure so I haven’t had any troubles”

“And ya never have to with me ‘round”

It’s been 6 months and Daryl and I had a beautiful 1 month old baby girl, it was painful giving birth but with Daryl by my side it made it a bit easier, hopeful

She was a wonderful little thing, barely fussy, brown hair light blue eyes just like Daryl, and he was over the moon about her he praised me over and over for giving him such a gift he treasured

We were able to move into the house to make it more comfortable for the three of us, we named her Lily because Carl thought it suited her perfectly so we just went with it

I walked into the room seeing Daryl sat on the bed with her in his arms her little hands reaching to pull on his now grown out hair, I sat beside them curling up to Daryl’s side

“She loves you so much D”

“Not as much as I love her”

“You know I think she’s your favourite”

“Nah she loves us both sunshine, I love ya”

“I love you too Daryl, forever”

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

🧚‍♀️ Anon

Yandere Drider Risotto/Johnathan 🕷️🕸️

Darling was a child when she found a small blue/black spider, rather than kill it she brought it home with her to be her friend (She gave him his own terrain to live in, collected bugs to feed him and even talked to him everyday)

She even gives him the name Johnathan/Risotto

Darling has a fondness for Arachnids, which made her a target for bullying

She saw a shooting star and made a wish for her little spider friend to become ‘Big and Strong’ so no one could hurt him and they could be ‘Together Forever’ (Not realizing how much she’ll regret it in the future) but as friends

The next day she was shocked to find out her relatives threw him out in the stormy rain last night (She proceeds to cry for the loss of her friend)

As the years went by, strange things have been happening to the village, cattle have been taken or turned into puddles of gore, Hunters have gone missing, equipment broken and destroyed and predators in the forest also turned into puddles of flesh, bones and gore (Like Wolves, Foxes and once even a full grown Bear!)

If it’s Johnathan he’s a Goliath Birdeater (Venomous but not lethal)

If it’s Risotto he’s a Giant Huntsman Spider (Very Venomous)

However because they’re bigger their venom is highly lethal

Fun Fact: Neither species make webs to hunt, rather they stalk, hide, wait and then pounce their prey! (They use their weaving skills for their burrow)

I myself have a mild fear of spiders, yet I can’t help but be amazed and fascinated with their biology, anatomy and behavior (I feel like a cursed human 😭)

I kinda got the idea from Charlottes Web but with my own spin to it

Ooh another drider idea, I'll do Risotto now since we covered Jonathan before.

Darling was always a strange one. When she saw a huntsman spider on her way home she caught the creature in her bag before bringing it home and placed it in a large glass tank that she'd made a terrarium.

It'd take a while for the huntsman to warm up to her, but after realizing she was providing it food it would start to let her pick it up. So she's ecstatic when it warms up to her.

She names it Risotto, strange name but what do you expect for a kid who likes spiders and one late night night she sees a shooting star. And makes a wish while Risotto is on her shoulder. That he'll grow big and strong and that they'll be together forever.

A few nights later some extended relatives babysit darling and discover the huntsman after she goes to bed and chuck him out. When darling finds out she's mortified and immediately starts looking for days but doesn't find him. During this time darlings wish manifests and he does get bigger but he also develops some human characteristics.

Timeskip and darling is now a biologist and is on an expedition in the dense forest surrounding town she grew up in. There's been reports on strange animal deaths in the area and they've been sent to figure out what creature is doing this.

They get their lead but shortly one of the members goes missing. It's only a matter of time before the body is found and the team panics but it's far too late, they're getting picked off one by one that night til only darling remains.

Eventually she's attacked by the creature. A creature with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a spider. Of course she's afraid but touches one of his legs.

Risotto is initially confused until he gets a better look at his prey and realizes who she is.

"(Y/n)?" He asks.

"How do you know my name?" She asks back.

"It's me, Risotto" he tells her and she's confused. After all he was vastly different to the pet she'd had as a kid. She refuses to believe him as it's just not possible. It's only when he's able to recount a few thing that she does believe.

"But why are you like this right now?" She asks, he doesn't have an answer. She eventually asks if she can study him, which he was open to until she mentioned going back to a lab or something relating to leaving for a bit.

No he's not letting humans separate her and him again so he's quick to grab darling and take her back to his borrow. (Now she's the one being fed and tended to)

[yan-writings-y]

Chasing Shadows

This is yandere content, read at your own discretion. (English is not my first language, I apologize if there are any mistakes.) Mentions of stalking

It wasn’t always like this. In the beginning, everything felt perfect. We met at a party, and he was the center of attention, making everyone want to talk to him, but the moment we saw each other, no one else mattered. We talked for hours that night, and I found myself thinking Maybe this is it. He was thoughtful, funny and so easy to be around.

It felt natural, like we'd known each other forever.

The first red flag came a few months into our relationship.

We were at a concert, and I went to grab a drink.

When I came back, Alex was standing with his arms crossed, watching a guy talk to me from across the room. I smiled at the guy, but Alex’s face was tight, his jaw clenched.

At first, I shrugged it off. But the signs started stacking up. I’d get three or four texts from him if I didn’t respond within five minutes. He’d show up at my favorite coffee shop unannounced, even if we weren’t meeting.

It was sweet at first, I told myself. He wanted to see me.

But the more it happened, the more I started to feel trapped.

Then came the long messages, detailing how much he missed me even when I was just in the other room. I felt suffocated, like he was keeping me on a leash I didn’t even know I was wearing. And the worst part was the guilt. Whenever I tried to pull back, to ask for space, he’d break down. “I just don’t know how to live without you,” he’d say. I hated seeing him like that, but I hated feeling like I couldn’t breathe even more.

It all came to a head one evening when I finally decided to end things.

He showed up at my door the next morning, pleading with me not to go. I told him, “Alex, this isn’t healthy for either of us. You need to let me go.” But instead of walking away, he cried, asked if he’d done something wrong, begged for a second chance.

But even then, he didn’t leave.

The next day, I had at least 20 messages begging me to reconsider. And when I blocked him, he started showing up at my apartment uninvited, texting me from different numbers, even sending me flowers with handwritten notes. It was like he couldn’t understand why this was happening.

At first, I tried to be patient.

I tried to reason with him. But it didn’t help.

It only made it worse. I realized that if I didn’t take a stand, I might never feel safe or free again.

I had to go to extremes to protect myself—changing my number, blocking him on everything, telling my friends and family to be aware. It felt like I was fighting a war, but I couldn’t just let him control my life like this.

The final breaking point came one night when I saw him sitting across from me at a restaurant, staring at me like I was the only person in the world.

I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, and I realized just how much power he had over my life for the past few months. But no more.

I walked up to him, as calmly as I could and said, “You need to stop. I’ve moved on, and I need you to do the same.” His face crumbled, and for a second I almost felt sorry for him. And that was the moment I realized: I wasn’t the person who was hurting him. He was hurting himself by refusing to let go.

It didn’t stop. The messages kept flooding in. Every few hours, sometimes more frequently, Even though i knew i didn't have to I would check. Some of them were angry, others were pleading. He started to get creative, too, finding new ways to make me see him. He would leave notes on my car. Sometimes, I’d find flowers in my mailbox, with a message that seemed more like a warning. “You can’t hide from me forever. I’m always here.”

I stopped responding. I thought maybe if I ignored him long enough, he’d get the message. But that was naive.

It only made things worse. He began to follow me everywhere. The corner store. The coffee shop on the other side of town where I’d gone to get away from him. It was like he was always lurking, always watching.

The worst part? He always seemed so casual about it, like nothing was wrong.

One day, I walked out of a bookstore, feeling the cold wind against my face, when I saw him leaning against the wall, looking down at his phone.

His head snapped up when he saw me, and I felt my stomach drop. He smiled at me like nothing had changed, like it wasn’t terrifying that he had tracked me down.

“Love, I’ve been thinking. I don’t want to lose you. You know that, right?” he said, stepping closer, too close. I could smell the faint scent of his cologne.

“I’m not interested, Alex,” I said, my voice flat, trying to remain calm, trying to seem unaffected.

His smile faltered, but he quickly covered it up. “I know it’s hard. I just… I just need you to understand. We’re meant to be together. This is just a phase. It’ll pass. You’ll see.”

I stepped back, my hands trembling.

I had to get away from him. “No, Alex.

Please, just leave me alone.” But he didn’t budge.

He just stood there, staring at me, like he didn’t understand what I was saying.

It felt like the world was closing in on me. I couldn’t escape him. I couldn’t even go to the grocery store without feeling like he might be there, watching me from a distance.

Each time I thought I was safe, each time I found a quiet corner of my life where I could breathe, he would show up again.

One night, after a long day at work, I came home to find a bouquet of roses on my doorstep. There was no note this time—just the flowers.

But I knew it was him. I didn’t even want to touch them.

I threw them in the trash.

I couldn’t sleep that night. The feeling of being constantly watched gnawed at me. I kept the blinds closed tight, the lights off, sitting in the dark with my thoughts racing.

Every time I heard a car pass by or a knock at the door, my heart would race. Was it him? Was he standing out there, waiting for me to answer?

I started changing my routine, hoping it would throw him off.

I would take different routes to work, but it never seemed to make a difference. He always found me.

And the more I changed, the more frantic I became. I couldn’t even enjoy a quiet moment by myself without feeling the pressure of his presence hanging over me.

One afternoon, I ran into him in the park. I didn’t see him at first.

I was walking along the path, just trying to clear my head, when I heard someone calling my name.

I turned, and there he was—sitting on a bench, his eyes fixed on me, that same obsessive gaze.

“Love” he said, his voice low and almost too calm. “I’ve been waiting for you. I knew you’d come here eventually. I’ve been thinking about everything… about how we can work this out.”

I froze.

My feet felt like lead, and for a second, all I could do was stare at him. I felt the panic rising in my chest. “You need to stop, Alex.

Please, just leave me alone.”

His face hardened, and I could see the anger simmering just beneath the surface. “I’ve been patient. I’ve been waiting for you to come around. But I can’t keep waiting forever. We’re not done.”

I turned and walked away, my breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps. I didn’t look back. But I could hear him following me, his footsteps too close, too persistent.

When I finally reached my apartment, I slammed the door behind me, locking it. I could hear him outside, still there, his presence lingering.

I stood there, my back against the door, listening to the silence. I didn’t know what to do anymore. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep this up.

But I didn’t reach out to anyone. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I thought that if I ignored him long enough, if I kept pretending like I had control, maybe he would just leave.

But the longer it went on, the more I realized that I was losing. I wasn’t safe.

It was like I was living in a world where everything was normal except for the one thing that wasn’t.

I was constantly looking over my shoulder, constantly wondering when Alex would pop up again, when he would show up at my door or in the background of my life. I couldn’t escape it. I couldn’t escape him.

And for the first time, I realized just how deeply afraid I was—not just for my physical safety, but for my peace of mind. I felt like I was suffocating, slowly being pulled under by the weight of his obsession.

Thank you for reading Comments and feedback are appreciated

[sparks-polls]

The results of round 1 are in!

We have mainly concluded that nobody's having fun.

this is it #this poll is finally going to end me #we're starting with a 'would you rather shoot your grandma or your dog' kind of choice #fffffaaaaacckkkkk #TWO BAD BITCHES STAND BEFORE YOU #this is devastating truly #OH FUCK NO #THIS IS THE HARDEST ONE YET OH MY GODD #CRUEL #I voted but this was brutal #i am very sad about this matchup #WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA #THIS ONE IS EVIL #aw come on #THIS IS TORTUREEEE #you can't #noooooo i love both of these songs so much #why oh why #ah shit. #oh NO!! #ah damn #this one is MEAN #ouchhhhh #cries #ooooh fuck. #this is so sad #oofffff #this hurts 😭 #oh noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #😭😭😭😭😭😭 #noooooo #😭 #wtf why #oh bloody hell #YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME #oh I see we are choosing violence #aw man #this isnt fair #oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no #someone please tell me which is winning so I can vote for the underdog #seething at these being pit against each other #how very DARE #asdlkjfldsafsdag #I DON'T WANT TO. #I DON'T WANT TO AHGGHGH #HAVE WE NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH #YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME (VOL 2) #grrrrrr #I'm growling at this poll #how can I choose 😫 #okay well this one was difficult for ME. leave me alone #ahhhhhh #this is evil #noooooooooooooooo #aughhhhhhh #akhf;ldsfdsaf #😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #shit. #this is literally impossible. #this is just hurtful #this is not funny #ffs #STOP THIS IS TORTURE #damn this is difficult #ooooooofffffff #ouch #my vote's gonna haunt me #maybe i'll come back to vote when i'm done sobbing #today we are suffering #damn you and damn this poll. DAMN I SAY #THIS POLL IS AN ATTACK DIRECTED AT ME SPECIFICALLY #PAIN!!!!!!! #oh no. #this is really hard #no no no no no no no #oh fuuuuuuck #noooooo #I #I'm very surprised and that's rare… #oh no #aa ouch #:o #oh no oh no #afhjdfh tough #my day is ruined now thanks #awful pairing 0 out of 10 very painful do not recommend #I can’t believe it #this is cruel #i am so shaken by this #first poll where i actually can't bring myself to vote for either option. painnnnnnn #this one is just cruel though #oh no another difficult one #ooffffffffff #HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME 😭 #oh. oh no can I have both 🥲 #oof here we go again. what the actual hell #oohohhhh shittt#this is impossible 😭😭😭 #This is truly the cruelest choice for me personally. #why would you do this to us? #i give up

Anywho. 32 songs are still in the running so let's do all of this again! :) The polls for round 2 start dropping tomorrow.

The songs that have been ruthlessly eliminated: High C, Fletcher Honorama, (No More) Mr. Nice Guys, The Louvre, Hasta Mañana, Monsieur, Talent Is An Asset, Hospitality On Parade, Get In The Swing, Under The Table With Her, Pineapple, Looks, Looks, Looks, Big Boy, I Want To Be Like Everybody Else, I Bought The Mississippi River, Occupation, I’m Not, Forever Young, La Dolce Vita, My Other Voice, Stereo, The Greatest Show On Earth, Where’s My Girl, Upstairs, I Married A Martian, Wacky Woman, Popularity, Please, Baby, Please, I Wish I Looked A Little Better, Dance Godammit, With All My Might, Rosebud, Love-O-Rama, The Toughest Girl In Town, Let’s Make Love, Let’s Go Surfing, Pulling Rabbits Out Of A Hat [Plagiarism, Amateur Hour (feat. Erasure), Propaganda [Plagiarism], The No. 1 Song In Heaven (with Jimmy Somerville), More Than A Sex Machine, Scheherazade, Aeroflot, The Calm Before The Storm, (Baby, Baby) Can I Invade Your Country, Waterproof, I Can't Believe That You Would Fall For All The Crap In This Song, Likeable, Limo Driver (Welcome To Hollywood), The Studio Commissary, "We've Got To Turn Him 'Round", Garbo Sings, Sherlock Holmes [THOM live version], The Number One Song In Heaven [THOM live version], Collaborations Don't Work, Life With The Macbeths, All That, Lawnmower, Stravinsky's Only Hit, Left Out In The Cold, Self-Effacing, Nothing Is As Good As They Say It Is, Escalator, The Mona Lisa's Packing, Leaving Late Tonight, You Were Meant For Me.

The songs that are still in the running: Slowboat, Girl From Germany, Beaver O'Lindy, Moon Over Kentucky, Amateur Hour, Falling In Love With Myself Again, Here In Heaven, At Home, At Work, At Play, Don't Leave Me Alone With Her, Never Turn Your Back On Mother Earth, Something For The Girl With Everything, Achoo, In The Future, Everybody’s Stupid, I Like Girls, Goofing Off, Those Mysteries, Tryouts For The Human Race, The Number One Song In Heaven, When I’m With You, Tips For Teens, Funny Face, Angst In My Pants, Sherlock Holmes, Moustache, The Decline And Fall Of Me, Eaten By The Monster Of Love, All You Ever Think About Is Sex, Pulling Rabbits Out Of A Hat, Pretending To Be Drunk, Progess, A Song That Sings Itself, Music That You Can Dance To, Change, So Important, When Do I Get To Sing "My Way", (When I Kiss You) I Hear Charlie Parker Playing, Now That I Own The BBC, Never Turn Your Back One Mother Earth [Plagiarism], Balls, The Rhythm Thief, Ride 'Em Cowboy, My Baby's Taking Me Home, Suburban Homeboy, Dick Around, Rock, Rock, Rock, As I Sit Down To Play The Organ At The Notre Dame Cathedral, Good Morning, I've Never Been High, (She Got Me) Pregnant, "Mr. Bergman, How Are You?", Two Hands One Mouth [THOM live version], Johnny Delusional, Police Encounters, So Desu Ne, Missionary Position, Edith Piaf (Said It Better Than Me), What The Hell Is It This Time?, I Wish You Were Fun, Onomato Pia, The Existential Threat, Veronica Lake, Take Me For A Ride, It Doesn't Have To Be That Way. (Congratulations to Propaganda, Angst In My Pants and Lil' Beethoven for not losing a single song in this round!)

[cloudyskiiees]

ok i cant control myself here’s me infodumping about my stardew valley x tdi fic idea:

-first few chapters are all noah’s perspective. he lives in a small run down town called stardew valley, working at the library with their shitty museum attached. he has a couple old books of his on display, but nothing more. rumors of a new farmer coming to town arise, he doesn’t think much of it.

-until he sees the farmer after he’s moved there. he’s pretty, sure, but he’s… weird.

-the farmer waits around like he knows where people are gonna be at a certain time. he’s scarily good at collecting new gems and minerals for the museum, he’s even better at fighting in the mines, where most people don’t dare to go.

-he knows what everyone likes without even asking.

-this all gets annoying because noah hasn’t learned anything about the farmer, other than his name. alejandro.

-he can’t shake the feeling something is wrong with the new farmer.

-so he starts being a bit meaner. refusing gifts he loves, even if it almost seems to pain him to do so. he’s gotten to the point he can outright refuse to let alejandro donate to the museum! it brings him satisfaction to see the looked on the farmers face, but he can’t deny something inside him feels horribly wrong whenever he… acts out.

-eventually we get an alejandro pov. and the entirety of “stardew valley” is a video game. none of the characters we’ve been following or learning about are real, not even the farmer noah knows. he’s simply a made up character.

-alejandro is pissseddd because something is wrong with his newest save! he had made a brand new one to attempt and speed run it, having the summer off from college and finally being miles and miles away from his family breathing down his neck.

-so what is this characters deal all the sudden?

-the new dialogue noah says, he can’t find it anywhere online. he didn’t know characters could refuse gifts they loved, or even in general!

-when the librarian refuses to let him donate his recent finds to the museum, he makes it his mission to figure out how this is happening.

-he gets his local tech “friend” Sierra to take a look and observe the game, hoping she can figure out what’s wrong. he doesn’t exactly like the girl but…. she’s really smart when it comes to certain things. especially her favorite video game.

-noah continues to question the other townsfolk, but starts realizing that… they all kind of act the same. have the same responses. routines.

-he realizes he does too.

-izzy is the only other self aware character inside of the game, noah nearly strangled her when she told him she’s known for a long time.

rest of the story is sierra and alejandro realizing the characters are becoming self aware, and being like WTFFFF especially since they all start having distinct reactions and dialogues once sierra takes over alejandro’s farmer for a bit, seeing as they act very different.

this story would likely not have a super happy ending since ya know, most of the characters aren’t real. but i love fucking around with grey idea things like knowing ur trapped inside a game forever, but also loving the people and life you have in there! as well as ofc the eventual angst involved once feelings become a thing noah has for alejandro, seeing as he knows he’s real, and the farmer he plays as will never actually be him.

[whispering-radiance]

| Diary entry: A difficult morning |

Chapter: [1]

Word Count: [~2048]

Character count: [~9244]

|Generator Rex: OC story|

You know what people say: Artists work hard but artists with ocs work even harder— I wrote this short story to kinda try and explain the backstory of Kate. What she did pre-event and how she is now. While most of the chapter is written as a diary entry, one part is presented as a memory. I hope that maybe one person decides to check it out (^^’)

| This is happening between the episodes of “What lies beneath” and “Payback”|

My name is Kathryn Skowrońska, born and raised in Poland. The last few years of my life were spent in Abyssus as a member of a scientific group commissioned to create life-changing, microscopical machines. I was a risk manager– I created mutations using Nanites, taking a closer look at how they worked inside living organisms. It wasn’t as exciting as it sounds. I never made anything grander than a differently colored rose, or a slightly fluffier rat… but nonetheless, it was important.

Why am I writing this? Uh– I was asked to keep a journal as a way of “evaluating the state of my mental health”. You see– I wasn’t exactly myself for quite some time.

It seems that I was gone for five… maybe six years… and the world isn’t what I remember it to be anymore. Monsters? Special forces? Highly advanced technology…

No no… I have to pull myself together… put my thoughts on one track– I can’t write about everything at the same time…

Right– RIght–... I’ll start from the last things I remember…

Abyssus: A week before the explosion |

“I need to leave the town for few days.”

Kathryn stood in front of the stove. She was stirring soup in a small pot. Although the last few weeks of work didn’t require her to work extremely hard, her mind was flooded by project related thoughts. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get rid of them. Kate hoped that maybe the mundane housework would help her silence them for the moment. Today she tried to make a dish from her family recipe, although she wasn’t a very good cook.

She turned her head towards the man sitting at the table. In one hand he was holding loose sheets of paper with notes on nanite research, while the other hand was working on the keyboard of his laptop. However, the clicking and rustling stopped the moment she told him about her plans.

“Now?” He tore his eyes away from the documents.

“Yes, exactly in this moment.” She banged the spoon on the pot and sighed.”I know you're tired, but don't be ridiculous”

She walked over to him and sat down on a chair.

“I didn’t mean to ask “when you’re planning to go” but rather…that you’re planning to leave me in this… certainly difficult lab situation.” He sighed. “Everyone does what they want and no one trusts each other anymore.” He waved his hand. “I’m supposed to be alone, surrounded by those lunatics?”

“It won’t be forever.” She laughed. “And besides– I need to make a few consultations with my doctor. Then I need to share the news with my family!”

Kate removed her apron and hung it on the back of the chair, revealing a pregnant belly. It still was something she couldn’t get used to, especially with how quickly it seemed to have grown. Last five months passed in a blink of an eye. Her mind was constantly preoccupied by work: arguments, data corruption, contradicting results of experiments, and life threatening accidents. Despite all this, she didn’t quit.

He put all of his papers down and looked at Kate.

They both had enough of the current state of the project. What started as a simple idea of improving quality of living, now turned into something far more ambitious that divided the whole team, and caused everything to spiral into chaos. But through all this, they always had each other, and it was enough to make this time “tolerable”. It was much better to have someone you could easily gossip with on the side, rather than actively expressing your frustration straight in the face of the person you couldn’t deal with.

“I’m guessing that you want to check its gender?” He said with a much softer voice, realizing that he might have come as annoyed with his previous comments.

“It’s not that my life depends on it– but I’m just curious. Plus I want to surprise my family with a little something.”

He chuckled. “Well, this will certainly be more than just a little something.”

“You’re always the first one to comment on things, Kleiss” She grinned. “But it wouldn’t be you if you didn’t…

Van Kleiss moved his hair back and readjusted his tie.

“And you always have to point out that I do things in a certain way.” Kleiss said with a cocky smile. “I just don’t understand, why do you have to travel all the way to Poland only for a few medical assessments. Abyssus has hospitals. Even our team has a medical department.”

She put her hand on her belly.

“Believe me, I need some fresh air, and nothing will do me better than visiting my home for a couple of days. Additionally, a doctor’s note will look much better than just a bare excuse of needing a break.”

“You do realize that you don’t have to make excuses? Everyone around can see and understand your condition… Only you can’t go easy on yourself.”

“I’ve already told you, I’ll work until it becomes too much for me to handle. I still feel quite good, just this atmosphere is suffocating.” She replied and shook her head. “You should be a little more supportive of my choices.”

The man frowned. “I do support you, but I want you to see that you don’t need to tear yourself apart for the sake of this project.”

Kate stood up, her face angered slightly. “We both agreed to keep this child and raise it in the “new and improved” world. I want to make sure that nothing spirals out of control. Nanites bring many new possibilities, but I’ve proven time and time again that if we make even the tiniest slip, the whole ecosystem can fall apart!”

She exclaimed. “Once Nanites enter the world, they will find their way into everything. Altered animals will pass the traits onto their offsprings, nanites included. Trees will produce fruits with, you guessed it, nanites. Not even water sources will be clean…!”

“One mistake in code is all it takes for the whole life to crumble.” She pointed her finger at her partner

“Okey, Okey.” He tried to calm her down with a hand gesture. “No one will stop you from doing the final checks before the project’s launch. But it’s this time that matters now. You’ve already said that you don’t need to work as much as you used to, you did what you have to, and there’s nothing more that can be added to it.” Kleiss stood up and put his hand on Kate’s shoulder. “Let others handle data checks and pointless discussions, slow down until the last days of the research.”

She glanced at his hand massaging her shoulder.

“There’s…” She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “…There’s still the matter of meta nanites and Consortium…”

Kleiss looked away.

“But then again, it’s a dilemma that one person alone can’t solve.” His grip on her shoulder tightened.”Even an overthinker like you.”

She smiled at his comment. “Sure kwiatuszku…” Kate stopped for a moment and started sniffing. “Umm— do you also smell smoke in the air?”

“Did you turn off the gas?” He said with no ounce of panic in his voice.

Kate rushed to the stove. “Ah, Jesus! I didn’t think it would burn so quickly…!” She stirred the soup. “It’s alright… it’s still salvageable.”

He walked towards her and put a lid on the pot.

“You’re exhausted… and it shows.” His right hand turned off the gas. “Relax for the rest of the day, go to sleep early. I’m not letting you inside the car in such a state.”

She rested her head on his shoulder. “Fine… I’ll listen to you this time…” She smirked. “Just tell our team that I didn’t pull a Meechum on them.”

“Umm— “Pull a Meechum”?”

“You know, to leave in the middle of the project without any warning.” She spinned her hand in the air.

“Alright.” He nodded.

I got into my car and made my way to Poland. It wasn’t a long journey, just around six hours, if you count additional stops. These countries are practically neighbors.

It was a smooth visit as far as I remember. I received the news I wanted. My father bursted into tears when he heard that he would soon be a grandpa. Everything was … fine, just how I wanted it to be. I couldn’t wait to get back to Abyssus, tell everything to Kleiss and to a few of my colleagues.

I arrived at the border and stopped at the line to passport control. The queue was longer than usual. There were more trucks coming in and security always checked them thoroughly. There wasn’t much to do except to leave your car for a moment and enjoy the scenery. That was exactly what I did.

I came closer to the railing to look at the green plains beneath us.

The next thing I remember was a bright flash that blinded me for a short moment… then the shock wave… I could hear other people screaming… cars’ engines starting, horns… It was pure chaos— But it was not the explosion that terrified me— but rather… the thing behind it.

It was no doubt the laboratory. The disaster I feared the most: unfinished and unstable nanites speeding around.

I remember being too shocked to run. Thoughts about all my friends being reduced to ashes… I felt helpless, and I was well aware of the fact that I was already infected with nanites… it was just a matter of time for mutation to start.

There was nothing I could do. I took my backpack and started walking towards the woods. Depression and helplessness set in. I could feel my skin itching, but that was just anxiety and paranoia taking over my senses.

I needed to sit down. I took that moment to go through the stuff I had on me: Wallet, documents, laptop, pen drives, and emergency radio. Nothing that would have helped me calm my nerves.

My legs had their rest and it was time for me to continue my miserable journey. However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t move an inch. I was scared to look down, but I needed to.

Roots. My lower body started turning into a tree… and it was slowly coming up. I recall that I was a terrible sensation— my body was no longer under my control.

In a brief moment I had, I set up a distress signal. Was I expecting someone to come and save me? Maybe…

Providence.

This is where I woke up. The kind people here told me how they found me and how they brought me back.

They asked me if I remember anything from my time as an “evo”. Ugh… to be fair, everything from that time feels like a bad dream, and memories are hidden behind a mist.

Doctor Holiday tried to catch me up with the events, what a wonderful soul she is. Rebecca is very interested in my research and time spent on the Nanite project. I hope that I still have some of the data with me.

I still need to understand the whole “evo” ordeal. The mutations are chaotic and unpredictable.

There were two pleasant surprises. First one being Rex. I remember him from when he was still a little boy. It’s amazing how he grew… unfortunately it seems he’s suffering from amnesia, he doesn’t remember me— and neither his parents. But he seems to be doing fine.

The other one… my child was actually alive! And thriving! Although I don’t remember how it happened, she explained that her father got my distress signal, and tried to find me. I must have given her to Kleiss somehow… I prefer not to think too much about it.

I’m just happy that she actually had a chance to come to this world. However, she did inherit my mutation and nanites inside her body are basically merged with her DNA. She has to live the rest of her life as a “human-plant”. Removing such deeply imbedded nanites could be a huge threat to her life.

I can tell that she’s a healthy little girl, yet, I don’t know how she ended up in this institution. It’s not like Kleiss gave her away.

Her name is Sprout… I must admit— it’s not a very creative name. But that’s what happens when you leave Van Kleiss to do anything creative. That man is all about facts and technical thinking.

People confirmed that he’s alive— they warned me, however, that he is no longer a man I know.

Well— nothing is as I remember… but I hope I’ll manage to see him again.

That’s all for today’s entry. I’m getting hungry…

Hello! Thank you for reading!

If you managed to scroll all the way here, you deserve a golden star.

English is not my first language, so I blame any punctuational mistakes on the Polish grammar that’s burned into my brain.

Here’s some trivia:

1) Where’s Abyssus? — As we all know, this is a fictional country. But I headcannon it as a country in Eastern Europe. I can’t really pinpoint it on the map but I usually think that it’s placed somewhere near Czech Republic or somewhere near Baltic Sea.

2) Kwiatuszek/ Kwiatuszku — Polish word meaning “little flower”. Commonly used as a pet name for a loved one.

3) What is Sprout doing in Providence? Did Van Kleiss give up on whole dad thing? — After the events of “Dark Passage” Abyssus became unstable and too dangerous to keep such a fragile thing around. Throwing her to Providence was part of an emergency plan that was prepared by Kleiss for the Pack. — Sprout’s mission was simply to talk Rex into curing Kate.

4) How old is Kate? — Probably nearing 37 years

5) How do you write Kate’s name in Polish?— It’s Katarzyna Skowrońska | A short version is Kasia

6) Will there be more? — I’ll try my best (^^)