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[shegatsby]

I'm sorry but I have another idea for a story😅 please take your time to write it again and if you do it can I maybe be "♡🌸"-anon? I hope you had a really good time the last few days and weeks and that you're healthy! Same for anyone else reading this! Now onto the idea..

Hannibal and reader are already married and reader is a tattoo artist, one day when Hannibal comes home from work he sees reader sitting on the couch and sketching a tattoo, the tattoo is deer antlers(wink wink lol-) with vines around them, when he asks who the tattoo is for reader says that its for him and then they go on and on about why its fitting for Hannibal and he's just listening to her rambling before he stops them and asks if they could do a heart tattoo with the words Mischa, Readers name and the name of their child. (I know Mischa is from Hannibal Rising but I like to think that the movies are all connected to the show so.. yeah that would be amazing <3) Reader would say that they already thought of doing a design like that and they accidently slide the wrong way on the iPad and Hannibal sees a picture that says "Congratulions for a second child!" and idk, the rest is up to you!^^

Sorry that its so long again but its just super cite and yeah.. anyway, a good rest of the day to all of you! I hope all of you are healthy and stay/are safe! And I feel with everyone thats also a bit pissed at the situation with Tik Tok and UMG🥲

-♡🌸

A/N; Girll I haven't been writing Hannibal fics for a long time but here we go. Thank you for the request. xxx

You were preoccupied and didn't even heard the door. Soft yet determined steps approached you from the back and strong arms wrapped around you, you looked up to meet your husband's welcoming gaze, he he seemed tired because his work was consuming his hours more than usual. His hands were cold due to the fact that it was a harsh winter day in Baltimore, ''Hey.'' you said smiling, ''Hello dear.'' his voice softened. ''How long have you been sitting here and designing new drawings my love?''

You were self conscious about your designs before you could respond he added, ''Who is this for?''

His interest was piqued ''Do you like it?'' you asked testing the waters. Hannibal observed the design on the tablet, it was deer antlers with veins around them, ''Yes, I actually like it but you didn't answer my question dear.'' he replied with a questioning look in his maroon eyes, ''Its for you and I'm glad you liked it.''

He seemed confused, ''For me? Why do you think this dsign is suitable for me?'' he genuinely asked. You cleared your throat before speaking, ''In many cultures, the deer is a symbol of spiritual authority. During a deer's life the antlers fall off and grow again and the aniaml is also a symbol of regretion. In Christian imagination, the deer is a symbol of piety, devotion and of God taking care of his children: men.'' you explained, emphasising on the word ''children'' your eyes glowing with passion.

''And you my love,'' you held his hand, ''you are everything and more to us.'' you meant yourself and your daughter Mischa. As if the toddler had sensed that you were talking about her she started crying from her room. ''I'll get her.'' Hannibal said and kissed your temple gently. In moments he came back with Mischa in his arms, he was swaying her gently, ''Cna you also make something,'' he began and caught your attention, you admired the love he held in his eyes for you and your daughter and your hand went to your stomach without realizing, ''Mischa's name in a heart, maybe?'' he suggested, ''I already have.'' he was surprised that you already had thought about it, ''Can I see?''

You showed him the design you had made few weeks ago, ''And I also have other designs maybe you'll like them more.'' you said and moved to the gallery to show more and he made you pause, he held your hand, ''What is it?''

You got a picture of pregnancy test on your latest photos, 'you looked up to meet his gaze, hi clicked on the picture and saw that it was positive, ''Honey are you-'' he began but couldn't finish, ''Yes, yes I'm pregnant!'' you bolted to your feet and hugged your husband and daughter, Hannibal was holding Mischa with one hand and the other hand moved to your neck and kissed you passionately, you let him dominate the kiss. When you parted you were out of breath, ''I'm going to be a father.. again.'' his maroon eyes were glowing with love and warmth for you, Mischa and the new member of the Lecter family.

[crissiebaby]

App Dummy

*PING!*

Pulling the phone from his pocket, Mark smirked as he scrolled through his recent notifications. After months of tweaking and reconfiguring, the official CrissBaby Diaper App appeared fully operational. What better way to provide ease of control over CrissBaby’s entire product library than by allowing them to sync with mobile devices? No more fiddling around with a half-dozen remotes. Soon, control of all CrissBaby vibrators, robotic nursery aids, auto-locking fetish gear, and more would be paired with the convenience of a smartphone.

However, perhaps the feature that Mark was more proud of was the update he was allowed to make to every line of CrissBaby-branded diapers. Each and every nappy, from the thinnest of CrissBaby Pull-ups to the bulky might of the Super Absorber XXX, would soon house an array of microsensors capable of detecting all forms of diaper usage. Those pesky Littles won’t be able to hide those accidents anymore.

And which of those aforementioned pesky Littles would get to test out Mark’s latest and greatest innovation? Why, it would be none other than his darling baby girl and dutiful product tester, Shelby “Rocky” Rockwell. All it took was swapping out her usual CrissBaby padding for one with the microsensors embedded and voila! Now, he could keep track of how much of a good girl Rocky was being anytime, anywhere!

“Uh, Mark? Everything good?” said Rocky, catching a glimpse of Mark’s gleefully sadistic expression. It was a look she was all too familiar with. He was up to something, spiking both her anxiety and arousal simultaneously. Not wanting to masturbate to quell her rising lust for a second time today, she pushed on her bladder to stem her stimulation.

*PING!*

Mark’s phone once again, this time catching Rocky’s attention. “What do you keep giggling at on your phone?” she said, raising an eyebrow at how intently he was staring at his phone screen.

“Oh, nothing important,” replied Mark, snickering softly as a new “WET” alert popped up along the bottom of his screen. Rocky would surely be upsetti spaghetti once she found out the truth but for now, this new invention would be his kinky, little secret.

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[spicyclover]

All the things you said | Finale part

Summary: A big dinner is organized by Charles to bring together some pilots and their wives, girlfriends, sister and friends. Everyone enjoys the evening until a topic of conversation leads to dark revelations. What secrets will be revealed?

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section!

I'm open to requests.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

WARNING: mention of SU*C*DE WARNING !R@PE! TOUGH CONTENT, BE AWARE!

If you need help. Please get help. You are loved, and your life is valued. Even if you don’t see it, you are loved.

DISCLAIMER:  This story is fiction and has no correlation with reality. All site names making acts, violence or any other type of aggression are used for artistic purposes, and they did not commit those acts.

He acquires at her request despite himself. Unable to fight anymore, fatigue slowly eats him away, and he knows that he is of no help if he is exhausted. He leaves the room not without a last kiss, a last look, a last goodbye.

On the following day, Charles came. Staying for hours next to you. Stroking your hair, mumbling your name, praying for you to wake up. He can't take you out of his brain. He can't take you out of him. You're haunting him. We realize how important it is in our life when we lose someone we take for granted. Charles looks at you as a friend until he realizes he loves you. Is it too late? Were you supposed to be?

Sebastian came a few times, only a few minutes. He can't unseen what he saw. He plays and plays the night in his head over and over again. Wondering what he could have done differently.

The doctors are not really optimistic about your recovery. Your body is tired. Your mind is exhausted. They did all they could do. All we have to do is wait. Wait for you to come back. Wait for you to fight for your life. How could you fight if you're not even awake? It's painful.

Strangely enough, he came. The rapist. The abomination of your life. You came late at night when everyone left. He felt bad. "It's too late to feel bad," you think when you feel his hand and you. You wanted to cry, to scream, but nothing. He left shortly after. Looking at you one last time. Looking at what he did to you. You hear from Lando a few days later that he got arrested. Other girls spoke, and there were enough accusations to start a trial. Even more strange, it did nothing to you. Well, how could you feel? When he toked everything you got and smashed it in a million pieces?

Sometimes, you can feel the warmth of the afterlife tingling your skin. You feel it right near you, calling you. Calling you to answer the call. You want to feel this feeling of peace, this quietness. You don't know how to feel. You just want to float. You forgot how to be happy. How to be. Why fight if you may never find yourself again? What were you made for? You wonder to yourself.

Time flies. A couple of weeks passed. You made some improvements for the doctors to feel optimistic for you to wake up eventually. You're stabilized by all those machines. Your parent finally arrived a few days after you were admitted. You can feel your mother's tears on your cold hands and the soft kisses of your father on your forehead. You can smell the sunflower Heidi brought you every time she comes to see you. Sometimes you want to react. To show her you listen. But you can't. Or you don't want?

The feeling of loneliness passed. You can see now how much you're loved. How they love you. You love to hear Arthur talking about your favourite series. You love to hear Sebastian remembering childhood moments whenever he found the courage to come. You love to listen to your mom singing your favourite songs. You love to hear Daniel telling dad jokes, hoping you'll smile in your sleep. You love hearing Lando talking about his latest Quadrant adventures or Twitch lives. You love to listen to Charles saying how much he loves you. How much his life is plain without you. You can't imagine somebody else cared so much about you.

That makes you cry. You can't show them you can hear. You can't show them you love them too. You can't show them how grateful you are or will be. More time passed, and the more you could slowly feel you were losing yourself. All you need to do is happen your eyes, but for some reason, it seems an impossible task to do.

"This is impossible," Alices says in disbelief at the creature rising upon her.

"Only if you believe it is." The hatter whispers, scared of the outcome of all this adventure. But wasn't this all the point of this madness?

"Sometimes, I believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast."

"That is an excellent practice." The hatters says. "However, just now, you might want to focus on the Jabberwocky."

"Six impossible things. Count them, Alice. One, there's a potion that can make you shrink. Two, and a cake that can make you grow. Three, animals can talk. Four, Alice, cats can disappear. Five, there's a place called Wonderland. Six, I can slay the Jabberwocky."

You feel yourself falling into the rabbit hole, and you have been in Wonderland all this time. That's it! You can do it. Six impossible things before breakfast.

"One, you will get a major in architecture."

"Two, you can drive an F1 car."

"Three, you can be happy again."

"Four, Y/n, there's a place for you in this universe."

"Six, I will fight for my life."

At this, though, he feels darkness rising upon you. Everything fades away slowly. You can hear the constant beep of the machines around you. You can feel Charles's hands against yours. You can smell the hospital room you're in. You can see the light shutters again you close your eyes.

Then... you breathe.

Feeling the grass on your feet. The autumn breeze cools down your spine. For the first time, you appreciate being alive. To fill your lungs with air, to hear the water crash against the rocks, to feel the sun warm up your skin, and to taste food again.

You feel a hand around your waist, and Charles brings you closer to him. He sticks you to his bare chest. He holds you firmly for fear that you will disappear again. It makes you smile to see him so loving, so gentle, and so attentive. You turn your gaze from the blue horizon to meet his emerald eyes. He smiles tenderly. His eyes sparkle with a thousand lights when you return his smile. You hold these eyes a few moments before you look wandering towards his lips.

If only it could be true.

If only you could be with him.

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This is the end of All the things you said. I know it's sad, but it must come to an end. Let me know what you think in the comment. <3

Tag list: @tyna-19​ @dessxoxsworld @ynbutbetter @alexander-hamilhoe @honethatty12 innieblogg janeholt3 mloyer heeseung-baby 

[pseudowho]

my beloved haitch thank u so much for the latest papamin piece it was so well written and warmed my heart <3 and thank u especially for not using any descriptors that indicate race, makes it easy to immerse myself in ur fics. idk if u do it intentionally but i do notice and i am very thankful

My pleasure, I like to make my fics accessible!

I don't go out of my way to do it, but I genuinely don't write these stories with myself in mind. As I don't have myself in mind, it's very natural writing a blank Reader character. I'm here for the story, I'll be honest.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[goranvisnjicdaily]

⭐Ekvinocijo Videos, Pictures and Screencaps⭐

WOW!! Goran is simply spectacular on Scene in ''Ekvinocijo"

I'll make it short as I really can't wait to find my bed and sleep! 😂😂

📸 170 New Pictures and Screencaps have been added HERE

📺3 Videos as been added as well! Goran is being interviewed in the three of them and We see as well Goran on Stage for ''Ekvinocijo'' Of course it's not as if we were there for real, but hey it's better than nothing! 😌

Goran's latest story as well About Vikings Valhalla that was as well Filmed in Dubrovnik! So Cool 🤩

⭐And not to forget that Goran has dubbed Orion Pax in Croatian for Transformers One 😌(Thanks as well to @patientlibrarian for posting that video)

Release date for Canada and USA 👉 September 20th, 2024. Take note though, that Goran is dubbing the Croatian Version! I guess that when it will come out on Streaming Services, maybe we'll be able to hear it in Croatian!

HD Pictures 👉 HERE

A Big thank to @accio-baqat my Co Admin for sending me all the links where Pictures and Videos of The ''Ekvinocijo" Play were available!!! I really appreciate it, thank you for everything you do girl!

Thanks to @patientlibrarian for her great find as well for the pictures from the Dulist.hr Website!

Sources 👇

Dulist.hr

Showbuzz

Magazin.hrt.hr

Nighean_Neonach

I'm going straight to bed........ 😂😴😴😴😴

P.S. If you did send me pictures and links and that I posted them and forgot to credit you, let me know! A lot of stuff has been sent in the last 24 hours! A big thank you again to everyone xxx

[soapywankenopy]

A little rant for the culture:

I will never, ever, ever get over how cheaply they treated Amy and River's story. It's unbelievable. Just imagine that you are kidnapped, imprisoned away from your husband and best friend, give birth, and have that baby taken away, you never get to raise her and you find out that she was secretly your childhood best friend, THEN she goes on to MARRY your best friend who first met you as a child (when he was a full-grown ancient being). And you just move on with your life. No one in their right mind would move on from that. SO WHY DID AMY? It just makes me really think about the direction for the show at the time. They really weren't thinking about women's stories. They had no regard for how Amy might react as a real person. It's buffoonery.

Anyway, I watched the latest special and I'm in love with Ncuti Gatwa xxx

[callmemaeverick]

Flying on the Ground: In Sickness and In Health || Daemon Targaryen x fem!Reader

A/N: Firstly, this was grossly self-indulgent, concocted by mine own feverish mind. Secondly, have you guys ever had moment of inspiration where the story is so clear in your mind, and the words flowed non stop and the characters fit perfectly and it’s like you were writing/watching your own episode? Yeah, this is what this is. 

Request:  I’m sick with fever and I’m kinda craving a Daemon x fem!reader, where she is his frenemy and one day he called on her for some mischief and she can’t join him cause she’s sick, so he forgoes his plans and took care of her instead. She’s of course reluctant to accept tho.

Daemon hated waiting. If there was one thing Daemon hated more than court and his brother's Hand, it was waiting. And when the waiting was anything but beneficial to him, when the waiting only served to waste his time, Daemon felt his ire rise to incredible heights.

The sun had slipped further from its zenith and the prince had had enough. If she would not come to him, then he would have to come to her. After all, she did owe him and Daemon collects his debts. Clutching the reins of his horse, he swung himself atop and spurred it onwards, towards the Red Keep.  

xxx

Stifling. That was the only word that came to her mind as she woke from her uneasy slumber. Stifling, unbearable heat. She had known the illness was coming. She had a suspicion a few nights ago, when her throat became scratchy and swallowing became painful. The Maesters had procured for her some tea that was supposed to be soothing to the throat and keep the inflammation at bay, but alas, with the uncertain weather befalling King's Landing of late, there was nothing much a simple tea could do.

She groaned as she swallowed, her throat as dry as the dessert far into the East. It were times like these that she wished she never agreed to be an envoy for her father. She hated coming to King's Landing. The weather was always too hot for her too-hot blood. Although, she realized she shouldn't really blamed it all on him as she was the one that insisted that she foresee their latest trade of horses.

Thinking of her horses, she was reminded of the challenge of a race she had thrown at Prince Daemon's feet the eve before. They had been comparing beasts, arguing really, debating the usefulness of the creatures their Houses were known for. While hers were not one of the Great Houses, it does boasts the title one of the best horse traders of Westeros and she’d be damned if she allowed him to dismiss her favourite creatures.

"My Lady, Prince Daemon requests to see you."

She cursed her thoughts as if they were the ones that brought the Devil to her door. But despite her state, she refused to admit weakness.

She was grateful for her handmaiden. The girl knew her very well and had endeavoured to keep her unbothered the whole morning. But there was so much she could do against the prince.

Pushing through the light throbbing in her temples, she rose from her bed and donned the robe to cover her modesty. Once she was presentable, she nodded to Taalya.

The girl granted the prince entry and made herself scarce.

As Daemon entered her chambers, she took the time to take him in. Clad in his riding attire, he look very much ready for their race. He raised an inquiring eyebrow at her state, hand on the pommel of his sword, relaxed.

"You have your riding boots on. Were you heading somewhere?" She feigned ignorance, mocking lilt in her tone. She cleared her throat when her words turned raspy towards the end.

The prince's lips curved into a smirk. "Tell me. Is one considered a victor of a race if one's challenger failed to even attend the actual event?"

Her eyes narrowed at the implication in his voice. "You tell me, my Prince. I'm sure you've considered yourself such multiple times before."

To most, her banter with the prince could be deemed as insolent, but she knew better. They have known each other for years and she knew that there was a line with Daemon, a line she was well aware of and a line she was careful not to cross. Fortunately for her, to him, their banter was just that, banter, a way to entertain himself when the politics and the frauds around him became too unbearable.

But then, she coughed, and hissed, and all the teasing disappeared from his face.

"What's happened?" Daemon asked, taking a step forward to reach her.

She was quick to wave off his advance. "I'm fine," But her words came out fractured and he was quick to catch her wrist.

"You are not." Turning her to face him, he leveled her with a look that warned her from testing him at that moment.

Her jaw clenched when she realized she was essentially trapped. She had wanted to keep her illness confidential, or at least known to only a few people. She had always hated admitting that she was not well, admitting she was anything less than capable, seeing it as a weakness that she had careful never to reveal.

"It is is simply an infection, Daemon. I am fine."

"If you are fine, you would be at the stables. But you are not."

She huffed at his remark, knowing he was, of course, right. Twisting from his grip, she took a step back. "I will be fine." She amended.

The prince followed her. "Of that, I am certain. As for now," Without her permission, he brought his hands to her throat, fingers pressing gently at the delicate column of her neck. He watched her face closely as he did, watching her reaction.

And her, she froze at his proximity, at the feel of his gentle prodding on her too-warm skin, the weirdly comforting sensation of his touch contrasting with the pinpricks of pain when he aggravated her swollen nodes. They were rarely this close with one another and when they were, it was usually not as amicable. Although, she shouldn't be too surpised with how boldly he invaded her personal space.

Before long, she winced and jerked away from his fingers.  

"Did the maesters provide you with anything?" Daemon asked, letting his hands fall. He watched her step away from him and this time he stayed put.

She nodded to answer him, clearing her throat, hand at the base of her neck. "Yes,"

"Good." And with that, he turned and left the room.

She watched him go and rolled her eyes. She would not burden herself with understanding the prince. Not this day.

xxxx

Night fell and her suffering had yet abated. In fact, she believed it to be worse, for her fever spiked just past the hour of the bat.

The maesters had seen to her and did their best to ease her illness, but what can they do but provide her with more of the soothing tea and advice of bedrest.

"I strongly discourage any strenuous activity while you are confined to bedrest, my Lady," Mellos gave her a knowing look. He had been treating her for years, and he was well aware of her penchant for ignoring his advices. "And that includes visiting the royal stables."

She rolled her eyes at him and made a show of burrowing further into her sheets. "Of course," She acquiesced, for the time being.

The old man gave her a fatherly smile and excused himself, Taalya following behind him.

Truth be told, she was not even thinking of slipping away from her confinement, the thought of standing and walking sending bouts of nausea through her head. So, pulling her covers over her body, she submitted herself to another uneasy night.

xxxx

Thunder cracked the sky as the wind howled outside her windows, but the noise was not what woke her. Instead, it was the the feel of a hand against her cheek.

"You are getting worse."

A flash of thunder illuminated the silhouette of the prince by her bed, but she was not startled. She had known of the secret passageways scattered within the Red Keep, some of them having been revealed to her by the very man that had snuck into her chambers.

She groaned lightly at his intrusion, but nuzzled into his touch, chasing the reprieve from his cool palm.

"Here," Daemon brought a vial to her lips and she finally blinked up at him, alert.

"Is this how you plan to stay the victor of our race? By poisoning me?"

Daemon's chuckle reached her ears, but she did not let it distract her.

"So you concede that I was the victor then?"

In response, she narrowed her eyes at him. "What is it?"

The prince sighed, but answered truthfully nonetheless. "It's a tonic, something that was taught to me during my travels. It's supposed to help with the swelling."

She watched him for a few beats until she was satisfied with his answer, and allowed him to help her with the draught, letting it spill past her lips. She coughed lightly at the bitter taste, but managed to keep it down. Sighing, she let herself fall back onto her pillows, vaguely aware of the Prince prowling in her room. Too tired to kick him out, she closed her eyes but kept her ears attuned to his movements, to the sounds of a chaise being lifted and then placed near her bed.

"Sleep." His hand was again cupping her face. "Rest. For you owe me a race."

Smiling, she finally let herself drift back into oblivion.

xxxx

A few days later found her atop one of the low hills surrounding King's Landing. In each of her hand, she held a rein, one was for her palfrey, North, named after the region where her own Lady mother hailed, and in the other, she held Daemon's stallion.

She squinted at the horizon, watching the waves hit the shore that circled the Red Keep as she waited for her opponent. It seemed as if it was weeks had passed since she challenged the Prince to a race when in fact, it was only 3 nights past.

The horses beside her nickered and huffed agitatedly and she clicked her tongue, but her command was unheeded.

"What has gotten into you two?" She asked only for the answer to dropped quite literally out of the sky behind her.

The Blood Wyrm screeched at her to announce his arrival and she winced lightly, though it did not bother her much. In the years she had visited the Keep, she had come to know the dragon as well as his rider, and oddly enough, she actually favoured him among the rest of the dragons that were residing in the Dragonpit. He was different, and temperamental, but he is loyal through and through and she respected that.

"As much as I appreciated the chance to see Caraxes again, I do not think he is an agreed part of our wager, Daemon." She called out across the field at him. "Unless, you plan on cheating."

There was a bark of laughter and then the prince himself appeared from underneath his dragon's wings. He waited until he reached her and swung himself on top of his horse. "And as much as I would love to see you race me on a dragon.. I do not think I would need him to best you."

She swung herself up onto her own horse and twisted the reins around her palm. Her eyes twinkled as she smirked at him. "I guess we shall see." And with a well practiced snap, she urged her steed forward, grinning when she heard him chase after her

FIN

Tagging: @ly--canthrope​

[bluestar22x]

Reunion

The Writing Contest - Chapter 4: Reunion

Summary: The premiere night of the movie based on Nora and Javi's screenplay changes everything and nothing at the same time.

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Female!OC (Nora Delaine)

Rating: 18+ Series

Word Count: 3,100(ish)

Warnings: Romance (we're laying it on thick today), angst, longing

Author’s Note: Nora's got issues to work through if that's not apparent. Also this is where Nora's love for Bon Jovi (and mine) starts becoming part of the story, not just the chapter titles.

xxx

"Do I look okay?"

Sierra gawked at you through the video chat on your phone, which you had prompted against the mirror in your hotel room's bathroom. "Do you look okay? Seriously, Nora? You look like a princess."

You were dressed in a sleek turquoise blue dress with silver embroidery along the shoulders and edges, your shoulders almost completely exposed and your breasts just contained enough. You had minimum make up on but what you did have on, especially your black eye liner, highlighted your facial features. Your light brown hair was pinned into an updo that had taken you nearly two hours to complete, to your dismay, but at least it looked like the pictures you'd found online. There was a pearl necklace, earrings, and silver rings on three of your fingers that rounded out your look, along with the delicate white sandals with two inch heels that Sierra could not see due to the bathroom countertop being in the way.

"That sounds like too much," you said, frowning. Maybe you should've gone with a black dress.

"No! No!" Sierra shouted, moving closer to her phone's camera. "It's perfect! You look amazing. Everyone at the premiere won't know what hit them."

You blushed, uncertain if you wanted to draw that kind of attention to you. You just wanted to fit in that night, when you joined a selected chosen few to watch California Dreamers for the first time in a classy theater in Los Angeles before its worldwide release the week after.

It was surreal, how your story would soon be on the big screens, for all who wished to see it. Your excitement over it had your hands shaking.

"So are you nervous?" Sierra inquired.

"Of course I am," you replied, taking a final look at your face in the mirror. "I've never been to an event like this. Walter said some paparazzi might take pictures of me. If I do anything wrong I might just end up on the cover of some gossip magazine under 'New Screenplay Writer Has Big Oops At Premiere' or something."

"Don't make me jealous," Sierra said, grinning. "And that's not what I meant. I was talking about how you're about to see Javi again for the first time in a year."

"Why would I be nervous about that?" you asked. "We've kept in contact. I told you that filming for his latest screenplay is starting next month. He knows I've sold another one too. And we did use video chat a few times."

"Yes, but talking through the computer or phone once a month is not the same as in person," Sierra pointed out. "And you still have unresolved feelings for him."

"I do not," you protested a little too fast.

She gave you the look. The one that read as seriously? "You haven't even tried to put yourself out there at all the past year, Nora. Don't deny it."

You tried to anyway. "I've been busy with the second screenplay, you know that. It's been stressful writing completely solo for the first time and then trying to sell it on my own after."

She sighed. "Whatever, why do I even bother? Forget I brought it up and enjoy yourself tonight, Nora. You deserve it."

"Thanks."

"You'd better hang up with me," she figured, glancing at the ancient clock hanging on her kitchen wall. "By the time you call a taxi and they drive you there it'll almost be seven."

You said your goodbyes and switched to calling out for a taxi, the nearest company promising a car within fifteen minutes. It was on time, and you quickly made your way from the inside of your hotel lobby to the car. Though the driver did a double take of you (the good kind) he was nothing but polite and opened the back door for you.

On the ride to the movie theater you twirled the rings on your fingers, jitters truly setting in for the first time, and not just because of the film.

Even though you had denied it, Sierra was right, of course. You still had feelings for Javi and you'd been distracting yourself by burying yourself in your work, not just your second screenplay, but also the part time pet sitting business you'd started, a means to an end to making rent, though you did enjoy taking care of your clients' animals. It wasn't too serious though. You didn't have a regular client base and could leave whenever you liked, something you'd needed to be able to come to the premiere and any other future ones. You hoped someday to quit once you made enough money writing.

The theater the film was premiering at appeared after a right turn onto a busy business street and you ran a hand over the front of your dress, smoothing out wrinkles that didn't exist.

"Showtime," you uttered quietly and carefully stepped out of the taxi after paying the driver, making sure to include a healthy tip.

The entrance to the red carpet section beyond a border of ropes was being guarded by a burly man who was at least a foot taller than you, and seeing him caused your anxiety to flare. You had remembered your pass, right?

You fumbled with your wallet and pulled it out, raising it to your eye level like some detective on an eighties cop show.

"Nora Delaine," he noted, voice booming. "First time at a premiere?"

"How can you tell?" you asked, trying not to squeak.

He smiled, and it was friendly enough, but you were still intimated. You were pretty sure his biceps were larger than your head.

"You look more nervous than my mother's Chihuahua," he chuckled.

And I'm proportionally the same size, you thought.

You sucked in a deep breath and put yourself together. You were being ridiculous. A lot of people in Hollywood were above average height and buff, especially when compared to the average in your town. People of French heritage weren't actually typically all that short, but your family and neighbors did fit the stereotype.

"Have you seen Javi Gutierrez yet?"

"Right here," a familiar voice beyond the ropes answered.

You swiveled your head in the direction of the owner of it and your breath caught.

Several yards away Javi was standing by a backdrop wall put up so the paps could take photos of people as they arrived. He was as handsome as ever, dressed in a classic black and white suit and dress shoes.

Video chat really didn't do him justice, especially when he dressed up.

You approached him after picking your jaw up off the floor, beaming. "Javi!"

"Nora." He opened himself up to you for a hug and you accepted the offer, head against his chest and hands on his shoulder blades. You realized as his hands fell on your spine that you'd forgotten how warm and comforting he was, and you probably lingered in his embrace longer than a friend typically would because of it.

When you pulled away you blinked up at him, analyzing his appearance. Something was different about him.

You gaped at him when you figured it out. "You cut your hair!"

"I always do for premieres," he stated, "For the photos."

You felt a wave of sorrow over the loss of his curls, which was silly, especially since he apparently grew his hair out whenever he wasn't in Hollywood for business, but the feeling was still there.

"You look great, Javi," you told him honestly, "But you also looked great with your waves."

"Thanks," he said, with a hint of a blush on his cheeks. "I'll keep that in mind."

He guided you at the waist towards the center of the carpet as the paparazzi were allowed to file in line along the ropes and started snapping photos of the people that had arrived before you.

You didn't recognize anyone but the director, Marion Young. The actors were probably going to be last to show up, for dramatics.

"Javi look here!" someone called out and you and Javi both pivoted towards a young petite blonde with a massive camera in her hands. You wondered how she could even lift the thing.

"Time to pose," Javi said and you did exactly that as the girl started snapping photos of you together, side by side.

After what felt like ages, you relaxed the forced smile on your face and moved on down the line with him.

"You famous around these parts, Javi?" you inquired, knowing that paps didn't normally recognize writers like that.

"I've been caught hanging out with Nic a few times lately," he explained.

"Ah."

Duh. One of the easiest ways to get noticed in Hollywood was being in the vicinity of a famous actor. Of course someone who was close friends with Nic Cage would gain attention.

"I'm surprised they're not telling me to back out of the shot," you said as another pap's camera flashed at you.

"Even if they did not know you were the main contributing writer to this movie," Javi started, "You look stunning in that dress, cariño. They're eating you up."

Cariño. That was new. You were pretty sure that translated to something like sweetheart. Which wasn't necessarily a romantic pet name but... "Javi." His name came out of you like a warning.

"This is exactly why I made the contest," he told you as you both gained more and more attention nearing the front door of the building. One of his arms was still curled around you. "I wanted to give someone else a shot at the limelight. Soak it in while you can. Hollywood moves fast."

You nodded, not sure what to say, having decided to pretend to have missed the new pet name and ignore how much he was touching you. You didn't want to make a big deal out of it. He tended to get that way when he was excited. That was all it was.

He released you once inside the building and you also had to push aside the disappointment you felt from the loss of contact, shoving the emotion down to replace it with the excitement bubbling up in you for what you'd come here for.

It was time to watch the movie.

You sat down beside him at the back of the theater where the people who weren't the actors and director were asked to sit, and waited anxiously to see the final result of the hard work everyone in the room (besides the few civilians chosen to watch with them) had put in.

It felt like everything was about to change.

x

"So, how'd you like the movie?" Javi questioned as you settled down in the backseat of his limo with him a couple hours later.

"I loved it!" you exclaimed. "The director didn't change too many details and the cinematography was gorgeous. I admit, I wasn't thrilled at first with the casting, they definitely hired the actors for their popularity rather than their appearances fitting Nolan and Angie, but I can't really fault the casting people for it. Those two acted their asses off." You hummed as something that had bothered you crossed your mind. "I do wish the love scene would've been more them though."

Javi glanced at you quizzically. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not against movies having music in the background of a love scene," you informed him, "Not in the slightest. They usually add to it. But Nolan turning on that stereo? So not him. He wouldn't want to drown out his partner, you know? They were alone, no one to hear them. It was unnecessary and made it less intimate. Don't you think so?"

He cleared his throat. "Ah, sí, definitely." His phone binged with a text and he nearly jumped in his seat. You tried not to notice though it wasn't like him to get awkward discussing a love scene. You had wrote two together for Angie and Nolan, and they had been pretty spicy. Javi had been completely professional about it.

"Who's that?" you asked.

"One of the producers," he replied as he read the text. "Just reminding everyone the after party is only for those who were part of the crew or wrote for the movie and their significant others. No other family."

"They're paying for the booze," you guessed.

He grinned. "Sí. They promised a round of free shots."

"I think I'll stick to wine tonight," you told him. "The hangover after my birthday celebration was not worth it."

Javi chuckled. "I think I will refuse the offer too. I need to use every spare hour I have tomorrow editing my latest script. I cannot jeopardize my ability to meet the deadline to submit it to the film company interested in it."

The limo driver parked the vehicle and you and Javi quickly exited.

"What are the odds on them having chosen Club Midnight for the party?" you quizzed as you both strolled inside the familiar building.

"High," he shouted at you over the loud music. "I chose to bring you and Sierra here because I've been here many times for after parties. They rent out. So there won't be any general public tonight."

You nodded and weaved your way through the crowd to the bar, with Javi trailing you.

"Hey, congratulations," an unfamiliar woman said as you passed. "How do you feel, your first screenplay being a hit with the critics? Did you see the review calling the movie a beautifully real story about a man and a woman facing life's trials together?"

You turned your head in her direction and flashed her a toothy grin. "Thank you. I hadn't actually checked the reviews yet. Didn't know they released them so fast. And I figured the real test is going to be with the general audiences next week."

"True," she agreed. "They're the ones that make sure your scripts keep getting interest. Still, critical reviews affect turnout to some degree. Don't write off them off."

"Never."

You made it to the bar and ordered the first red wine you could think of, and Javi did the same. You both planted yourselves on bar stools in the corner of the room, away from most of the commotion, after the bartender handed you your drinks.

"I have a confession," you admitted to Javi as you tasted your wine.

"Do tell," he said, leaning in towards you.

"I still like cocktails more than wine."

Javi barked out a laugh. "I won't hold it against you."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

You scanned the club, taking in your surroundings and watching as a decent crowd danced the night away on the center floor.

Being there again made it feel like the weekend of your thirty-fifth birthday had been yesterday. It was hard to believe more than a year had passed. A year, and here you were, in the club with Javi again.

What was the saying? The more things change, the more they remain the same? Was that appropriate for this situation?

An hour passed. You and Javi made small talk between yourselves and spent a little time mingling, chatting with the director and complimenting the actors for a job well done. You even talked to a few of the camera crew members for a bit before the DJ put on some slow music for couples to dance to.

You lit up when you recognized the beginnings of the second song. "You Want To Make A Memory."

"What?" Javi frowned.

"The song," you explained, "It's one of my favorites. Do you know Bon Jovi?"

"I saw them in concert once, in Spain, when I was twenty-one," Javi answered. "My girlfriend at the time suggested we go. They were good."

"Aren't they?" You grinned. "They're my favorite band. Jon has such a good voice and I like the majority of their songs."

"Oh?" Javi stood from the couch you were both seated on and offered you a hand in a very prince-like manner. "Do you want to dance?"

You widened your eyes. "Oh, no, you don't have to."

"Come on," he encouraged. "It'll be fun."

"Okay..."

You grabbed his hand and followed him onto the dance floor, where your eyes met and time seemed to slow. He smiled at you and clasped your right hand and his left together. You smiled back and put your left hand on his shoulder. Then his right hand found the small of your back and you both started swaying to the soothing beat of the song.

You soon realized you couldn't look away from Javi and it seemed he couldn't look away from you either. You were trapped, spellbound together, mesmerized, completely lost in the moment. Your heart was racing for no damn reason except the intensity of his gaze.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Moments like this, they were only in the movies, were they not? Yet there you were, living it, and too lost in it for your fears to touch you.

Your face got closer and closer to Javi's, seemingly on its own accord, and he also leaned in towards you, the hand on your back wandering up to rest along your jaw.

Then he was kissing you, and you were kissing him back, both pouring your longing into the movements of your lips, softly, sweetly.

It was exactly the same kind of kiss Nolan and Angie had shared in your screenplay after they'd decided they wanted to be together, no matter what other people thought about their relationship.

You abruptly pushed yourself away from Javi at that thought, the spell broken, and shook your head.

"I can't do this, Javi," you told him, your heart feeling like it was in a vice grip.

"Why not?' he inquired, caressing your face, eyes soft. It hurt, how affectionate he was being with you.

"Because in the morning I'll fly back home," you stated. "Nothing that happens between now and then could change that."

Javi dropped his hand, looking crestfallen, and you backed away, feeling guilty but knowing that trying to comfort him wouldn't help the situation. You couldn't be his friend after what had just happened. Your only real option was to turn away and leave.

So that's what you did. You practically fled the club, eyes welling up like they had after you'd said goodbye to him at the airport.

You cried because you knew the truth. It wasn't actually distance that was the problem, or even the differences between you and Javi.

It was you.

You and your cowardice.

You wanted to be brave, you wanted to charge back into that club and tell him you'd stay to see where your relationship went, but the fearful part of you, the one that remembered your history and the lessons your family had taught you, prevented you from doing so.

Better a broken heart now than a crushed one later.

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Tagged: @harriedandharassed

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(This song vibes with this chapter, imo)

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[kittenwalker]

can you do a part 2 of take a break but like this time there is a massive fight between y/n and evan bc at some diner organized by ryan murphy to celebrate dahmer serie, he jokes about having thinking on another serial killer to play for evan and evan just smiles and says yes everything you want but reader starts to answer to ryan that this time he should do a casting bc if it’s not a comedy her boyfriend won’t be in it so tensioooon in the restaurant bc reader and ryan starts to jokes sarcastically about each other ( maybe reader could also be a famous actress, so ryan starts to paternalize her and tell her that’s she should go make shooting photos or tiktoks ) and evan isn’t defending reader so at home y/n and evan fight about that bc he doesn’t want to take a 2 years break of acting and she doesn’t want him to end up like heath ledger for example

notes : i love this idea! thank you for requesting it. Also, sorry it took so long for me to write / update, school is really eating me up even though I should be having a break right now :( But i do hope you have a nice thanksgiving and enjoy this story xxx!

WARNINGS : sexism, cursing, paternalism, mention of dahmer show ( ps : i know ryan murphy is much nicer in real life and would never say such things but this is fictional so keep that in mind! thank you xxx )

“ The worst part is that YOU didn’t even try to DEFEND ME, you were just SITTING THERE EVAN WHY!? “

“ WELL MAYBE because I think HE’S RIGHT! “

-

All these hectic arguments started with a simple invitation to dinner by Ryan Murphy. They held this dinner at a classy restaurant to celebrate the success of the first season, Monster. Of course, Evan was invited and he needed a plus one so he took Y/n with him. Y/n was also a well-known actress across the world, as she has starred in multiple movies that have received many awards. She has also gotten a few awards for Best Actress, Best Supporting Actress, and many more. But now because of her gender, it started a whole lot of trouble.

-

7.35 pm, in about 30 minutes you have to scurry out of the house to attend Ryan’s dinner. You slipped on a gorgeous red silk slip dress before doing your hair and makeup. A little bit of lipgloss and you were done, pulling out your rollers and running your fingers through your fluffy hair. Finishing off the look with a few spritzes of perfume before slipping on your heels and going out to impatient Evan. You saw that Evan’s back was facing you so you decided to scare him, tipping your toes carefully to be quiet.

“ BOO! “ you whispered into his ear

Seeing that your little trick worked as he flinched, dropping his phone. His scared face made you burst out laughing but soon you were being tickled as payback. Giggles came out of you left and right as you attempted to push his hands away, asking him to stop.

“ Okay okay my beautiful girl stop messing around, we’re going to be late. C’mon let’s go “

-

Click clack, Y/n’s heels made against the glossy floor as they arrived at the fine dining. They were directed by a waitress to the respective table, seeing Ryan and the other cast members already seated. They all greeted the couple, standing up and shaking hands while introducing themselves to Y/n. The two sat down across from Ryan and started making small talk with the other members until they heard a clinking sound. Ryan was raising his glass, making a toast.

“ Hello everyone, thank you all for being here to celebrate the success of our latest show The Jeffrey Dahmer Story. Since the first season was such a big hit, I've decided to renew the series and make two more seasons! Wishing all the best for the future seasons to be as successful as the previous one. It was also amazing to work with you all, it was my pleasure. Now, cheers! “

All the champagne glasses met in the middle and clinked with one another. Chatter filled the table after as they talked about the plans for the second season. They got onto the topic of casting and asked Ryan if he already had someone in mind that he wanted to play as the next serial killer.

“ Well I was thinking maybe Evan can play as the next killer I have in mind as he did a great job for Dahmer. “ he joked

Y/n knew it was a joke but she also knew deep down that it was going to be turned into reality. Plus Evan will do anything Ryan requests like he was some slave obeying his orders. She was not going to let that happen again, it already happened one too many times and she was even there to witness it. Y/n dated Evan way back when he was still filming for American Horror Story and when he was handed the role of Kai. He would always come home wrecked, either crying or not wanting to talk. Evan even had to start taking therapy sessions after that role as it affected him mentally and physically. She couldn’t imagine what his newest role did to him and adding even more to his plate by potentially giving him another serial killer role. Y/n couldn’t just sit there and watch him suffer, so she was going to defend him.

“ Yes yes, anythin- '' Evan spoke halfway through before getting interrupted by you.

“ No no I’m sorry but he won’t be doing any more psycho roles or any roles in general unless it's lighthearted ones. So maybe you should do a casting instead of just pushing the role to him.“

You could tell that Ryan’s face immediately dropped but was back into composure when he saw you looking at him. Evan also turned to you with a confused and disapproving expression, but you ignored it as you said that for his good. The air seemed to have gotten tense after that interaction and to admit it, even you were uncomfortable but the good thing is that the dishes have been served so you would be busy eating.

But quickly they all started talking again, talking about whether they thought this series is going to win the People’s Choice Awards. You didn’t participate in that conversation as you thought your opinion on this topic wouldn’t matter. Until Ryan decided to pick on you.

“ Hey, Y/n how bout you? Have you ever won even a single award? “ he asked, acting curious.

But you caught on fast, he was trying to mock you as everyone at the table was way more famous than you.

“ Of course, plenty in fact, “ you said proudly as it was true

“ Oh sorry my bad, I meant have you ever won an Emmy as everyone you're seated with has gotten one “ Wow, he was really getting on your nerves.

“ No “ you whispered

“ Pardon I didn’t quite hear you “ he pushed further, putting a hand to his ear

“ No I haven’t got the chance to win one, “ you said more confidently this time to not seem weak.

“ Oh well it’s quite expected, you’re a woman. I’m already impressed that you even got the chance to be in this industry because it’s kind of a men's thing. Maybe you should do photoshoots and be an influencer, I feel like that would suit you better and make you more famous. “ he said with a smug face

You were in disbelief, you’ve always heard nice things about Ryan so why was he such a bitch to you? Just because you defended Evan by saying he wouldn’t do his next role then he became sexist? All you wanted was to let him know that Evan is not going to play any more of these types of roles as he seemed unaware because he kept pushing him into more and more serial killer roles. But he took it personally for some reason, so if he was going to play some game you were going to play along.

“ I didn’t pursue this career to be famous, I did it because I truly enjoyed doing so. How about you? Why do you always have Evan in your films? Scared they're going to fail without him? “

You could tell he was deeply insulted as his face twisted but he deserved it. He picked on you because you were a woman, like hell you had the choice to be one. The sarcastic bickering kept going through the whole dinner until Evan had to kindly excuse you both saying you two had to go home as it was getting late. But of course, when you reached home more arguments just began to brew up.

-

Evan jiggled his keys in anger, jamming the key in and unlocking the door. You walked in first and flopped onto the couch but the sudden sound of the door slamming shut made you jump. Seeing Evan walk to you angrily before he roughly picked you up by the shoulders, making you stand up.

“ Y/n what the fuck was your behaviour during dinner!? “

His shouting caught you off guard, you really haven’t seen Evan shout at you before. He promised he would never hurt you.

“ What…? “

“ Oh come on don’t act all innocent, you were SO RUDE! You EMBARRASSED ME Y/n! “

You saw where this was going, Evan was mad because you defended him and yourself from a sexist fucker. But you weren’t going to sit there and get shouted at or lectured on how to behave when all you did was stand up for yourself.

“ Oh really? So you’re infuriated because I stood up for myself? EVAN you are SO OBLIVIOUS of what Ryan was saying! HE WAS SEXIST TOWARDS ME AND PATERNALIZED ME EVAN! He acted as if he was my dad and knew exactly what was good for ME! The worst part is that YOU didn’t even try to DEFEND ME, you were just SITTING THERE EVAN! WHY? “

“ WELL MAYBE because I think HE’S RIGHT! “ Evan blurted out

You were shocked, goosebumps running all over your skin. Feeling like your heart had just stopped, you have never felt this betrayed and hurt. Your lover agreed with the villain instead of helping you, you felt like he had stabbed you in the back. Freezing there on your spot as a single tear slipped out. As the words came out of Evan’s mouth, his face dropped and immediately you could see the pure regret on his face. But it didn’t matter, he already said it.

“ So… you think he’s right and that men are better than women in this industry. You also agree with him that I shouldn’t be here and should be an influencer on the internet right now… You do realise that all I just wanted was for you to take a break because I don’t want to see you go down anymore. Right? “ you spoke the words slowly, letting them sink into you as your voice croaked.

“ No no, no shit, I’m really sorry Y/n. I was just mad and spat it out, I didn’t think before saying it I’m sorry. I certainly didn’t mean it as well. I'm sorry, so sorry my love. “ Evan came to your side and hugged you while kissing the crown of your head.

“ I’m sorry as well, I know I was petty and rude during dinner but I just couldn’t stand the sexism coming towards me like I had a choice to be a specific gender. I also want you to have a break, please Evan, I know how much you love acting. But I don’t want you to receive another challenging role and break down, ending up like… Heath Ledger for example. “ you sobbed at the thought of losing the light to your darkness.

“ I know you mean well love and to be completely honest I am also very tired but I just don’t want to disappoint anyone. It just feels like because Ryan kicked-started my career then I have to say yes to whatever he wants. It’s… difficult to explain. “ he admitted letting a few sobs out

“ I understand what you’re saying, but I want you to know that you don’t owe Ryan anything. He gives you a role and he asks you, so that means you have a choice to say no. He isn’t forcing you and saying like ‘ if you don’t do it I’m going to blow your brains ’. I know he can be very persuasive but it’s after all, your life and your decisions. I’m sure he would respect your choice to say no. “

Evan looked star-struck after hearing your comforting words. He truly was in love with you after you said those words. You fell for him first but he fell harder, way harder. He felt like a little girl falling in love again, his heart beating fast and him blushing. You noticed the shade of pink on his cheeks and giggled.

“ Is someone touched by my words? You're like a little boy after their crush just did the bare minimum Evan. “ you chuckled

“ Believe me y/n, I feel like one too. “

-

After that little incident, Evan has chosen to listen to you and take a break. Spending every month, day, second and moment with Y/n. Before that, he also made a call to Ryan, addressing the argument that happened that day. They both apologised for their childish behaviour and now they’re both great friends. Yes, Evan is going to take a break, but what’s even better is that he decided to extend his break. So now Y/n has almost 2 full years of Evan all to herself, she even persuaded him to go travel around the world. They are going to the Bahamas, France, and Italy so they’re going to be away for 2 whole months. It was definitely one of the most interesting, funniest, and most memorable vacations you have taken with Evan. But the couple was happy together, in their little love bubble.

I feel a little icky about this one (⇀‸↼)

[nackrosor]

"Lady Strange"

Part 1/?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x metalhead!Reader

Warnings: uhm, none yet I think

Series general plot: heavy metal is one of your biggest passions and you like to express yourself by wearing heavy makeup and mostly black clothes, chains and spikes. Your parents however force you to hide your personality because they care about keeping up pretenses and don't want people to label you as a freak. Something or someone unexpected might come in your life and shake things up. ;)

Chapter synopsis: Robin introduces you to her new group of friends.

Word count: 3,4k.

-PART 2 -

[A/n: okay so, this time I want to challenge myself with (hopefully) a longish series. I'm still planning things out (I don't know how many chapters I'll write, yet. I'm also still considering whether to make y/n a plus size reader or leave it generic; you could actually help me on this one by telling me what you'd prefer. Anywaaaay, this is only the introducing chapter so there's not much happening but I hope it intrigues you enough to make you come back for the next part. Ah, one last thing before you read; keep in mind that for the sake of this story I had and I'll have to change some details from the original plot of ST. All that said, go ahead and enjoy!!! xxx]

Heavy combat boots fall hard on the ground, your o-rings chain clinking against the metal buckle of your leather belt marking each one of your steps as you walk down the stairs of your porch and move on the sidewalk. Heavy metal music blasts at high volume in your ears from your worn out headphones, head tilting slightly back and forth in a hardly restrained headbanging while the song hits one of your all time favorite breakdowns.

Nothing empowers you more than listening to the high pitched electric guitars singing their heavy melodies accompanied by the chest-filling sound of the bass guitar and the rushed banging of the drums while you take your daily walk down the street. And today it feels particularly reinvigorating after you have been confined to your room for three whole weeks, no empowering walks for you except the one to reach the school and come back home right after, though you wouldn't exactly call it 'empowering'. In fact, it's the complete opposite of it. It feels degrading and you despise it. Yes, you absolutely hate going to school. Not because of the place per sé, you're a good student and have never particularly struggled with studying or getting good grades. Nor for your schoolmates who barely even glance at you. No, it's because of how you are forced to pretend you are someone you're not when you're there, because you're obliged to put on a good Christian girl face, clean from any impure makeup and wear the most plain of clothes your mother purposely chose for you so you can show everyone how completely normal you are. Definitely not a freak who listens to 'satanic music' or hides her face under dark heavy makeup and only wears black with the exception of silver chains and jewelry. You're not allowed to express your true self at school, nor during any big public event. Your parents can only accept what they call your eccentricities - but even then not without resentment - when you're at home or in places where no one who knows them can recognise you. "Hard to find such a place in a small city like Hawkins", you have always pointed out to them, also stressing out the fact that literally no one in town would be able to tell who you are when you're hiding under such a heavy make up and completely different clothes from those you are used to wearing in public. 

Only with time and a long series of reiterated assurances and promises, you have successfully ripped out a grant from them, that allows you to go out for a walk, wearing your favorite black lipstick or one of your spiked chokers, or hang out with your friends showing off your latest band tee or ripped jeans. You had to assure them to make your friends promise not to tell their own parents about your... quirks. As if there ever was the need to. You only have one friend who can truly be considered as such and a bunch of acquaintances and every single one of them accepts you for who you are, unlike your parents. 

"Y/N!!!"

You stop in your tracks when you hear a familiar voice call your name, screaming so loud that it even exceeds the chaos in your headphones. Before you can turn around, you feel two strong arms wrap around your middle and engulf you in a bear hug, making you gasp. 

"I'm so happy to see you!!" Robin screams excitedly, jumping up and down, arms squeezing around your stomach. Your headphones slip from your head, coming down to graze the ground, held up by the wire and hovering in the air. 

"Jesus! Robin-", a choked sound comes out of your throat as you try your best to keep your feet planted on the ground. "I'm about to puke." 

"Oh fu- sorry!"

She instantly lets you go, flashing you an apologetic smile when you turn around to face her, hunched forward as you catch your breathing. 

"Don't do that ever again!" You warn her, hands drawing comforting circle patterns on your sore tummy, while you eye her obliquely. 

"I'm sorry, I'm just too excited! I'm so so happy to see you!"

"Rob-" you sigh, failing however to repress a smile, "we've seen each other this morning in front of school".

"Yeah, barely! You had to run to class and I was running late for work. We couldn’t chat! And I missed you so much! When was the last time we hung out? Friday the 8th? God, that was ages ago! I know your parents are strict but hot damn, they really have overreacted this time..."

"Yeah, tell me about it..." you scoff, rolling your eyes. The last face off with your parents which resulted in you being grounded for almost a month and in not being allowed to use the telephone until only yesterday, had originated from the stupidest of reasons. They punished you because you dared put a light layer of red lipstick to go to school. Unbelievable, right? Yeah, you can still feel the rage boiling inside your veins at the thought of the particularly heated discussion such a triviality has caused. 

Robin sympathetically rubs your shoulder, showing you an upside down smile. You sigh heavily, brushing off the memory with a shake of your head and return her smile, squeezing her in a side hug. "Don't worry about it."

Robin knows how problematic your relationship with your parents is. She is the only real friend you have, after all. Being social and getting to know people is already a hard ordeal for you but doing it while feeling like you're split in two, having to hide a huge part of your personality, is ten thousand times more difficult. Wearing plain clothes, no make up, keeping your hair simple, basically following all the stupid rules your parents made up to keep pretenses and show how good and totally normal their daughter is, makes you feel like you're lying to people and you hate that feeling. It prevents you from even approaching any of your school mates and having a chat. What would you talk about? You can't share your passions and hobbies with normies, they would immediately call you a freak. The 'freaks' on the other hand, wouldn't look your way not even by chance. After all, you look like any other goodie two-shoes that considers them devil's worshippers, so why would they talk to you? As a result, you are always by yourself when Robin is not around, especially now that she’s graduated.

"Oh!!!" 

Robin's face lights up as she gasps like she has remembered something important all of a sudden and she instantly grabs your hand, turns around and starts to drag you the other way. 

"Wait-" 

You fumble with the wire in an attempt to pick up your headphones with your free hand while also trying to keep her hurried pace and not trip on your own feet. "Where are we going?" 

"I can finally introduce you to my new friends! Oh I'm so happy!!! You'll love them!"

"Shit, Rob! I'm not ready-" 

You protest in a groan, already feeling a bubble of nerves threatening to close your stomach at the idea of meeting new people. Robin however keeps dragging you, hand practically seared around yours while she raves about each member of this new group of friends she has made and has only been able to mention to you in the past few days. Except for a few names that ring a bell, you literally have no idea who she's talking about. 

"They're gonna love you too!!! Especially the kids, they'll think you're so cool! Oh and Eddie! He'll think you're the coolest!" 

That name sounds way too familiar to you. You don’t know a lot of Eddies, especially not being around your age. Only one pops up in your mind, his face making you shiver involuntarily. But there’s no way That Eddie is actually part of the group, right? You don't know him well, you have barely spoken a word to each other in one of the classes you attend together but you have always fantasized about talking to him, entering his circle and befriending him. He is one of the few people you know listens to the same music you love. When you saw him for the first time, wearing his jeans jacket with a big Dio patch sewn on its back, you wanted so badly to run to him and rant about how you love the band and how happy you were to know that someone else besides you knows them. All you did that time however was scream internally and gawk at him from afar, just like you still do every time you cross him in the halls or at lunch. 

When you notice Robin has stopped walking, you are standing right in front of a quite large group of people. You nervously throw a glance at each new or familiar face, until your eyes meet with Eddie's and a wave of chills runs through your whole body, making the hairs stand on your arms. It really is Eddie Munson. How could Robin omit this essential detail?

"Guys, this is Y/N!" Robin announces excitedly, flaunting her hands at you to show you off. "Y/N, this is...Nancy, Max, Steve… well, you know Steve already, Dustin, Lucas and Eddie!" 

"Hi", you manage to say in a feeble voice, lightly nodding your head while your eyes swiftly pass from smiling face to less smiling face, coming again to a halt on Eddie's. His gaze is roaming up and down your figure, hovering over your fishnet covered legs and your spiked choker circling your neck, before setting on your face. 

"Y/L/N?" his brows furrow, head tilting to the side as he squints at you. 

"Munson...", you acknowledge him with a nod and a small smile, trying to suppress the somersault he has caused in your stomach by saying your name. He remembers who you are? How's that possible? 

"You know each other?" Robin asks, quizzically looking between the two of you, a dangerous glint flickering in her eyes. 

"We share one or two classes, that's all", you mutter as calmly as you can manage, twirling the wire of your headphones around your fingers in a nervous tic. 

"I can barely recognize you...", he takes a second thorough look at you, eyebrows rising to his hairline, "...are you sure you're really Y/L/N?"

"She's the real Y/N!" Robin chimes in, throwing an arm around your shoulders. She smiles at you proudly and you smile thankfully back at her. "The one you see at school is not her... I mean it's still her but not really her, you know? She doesn't like to wear those plain ass clothes at all, she's forced to look like that so people won't think she's a freak!" She stops abruptly, wide eyes darting from you to Eddie, "not that you're freaks! What I mean is that her paren-"

"We get it, Rob. Don't worry", you pipe in to save your friend but also to stop her from blurting out your family issues in front of everyone.   

When you turn back to face Eddie he is staring at you, a soft frown on his face. He looks like he's about to say something but he's preceded by someone's bored voice coming from the back of the group. 

"Weren't we headed somewhere?" 

"Oh, shit!" Robin gasps, turning back to face you with a wide smile, "we were going to the mall for a quick errand. You're coming with us, right? Right??" 

She tugs at your arm, pouting like a child asking her mother for a new toy, eyelashes batting at you. 

You shake your head with a knowing smile before throwing a quick glance at Eddie. His gaze is still set on your face, big brown eyes beaming at you. Would he like it if you went along with them? You wonder. 

"Alright", you concede eventually, causing Robin to grin and flush you tight against her. You smile as you squeeze her back, planting your chin on her shoulder. You can't help but look up at Eddie in the process and... Is it a smile you see creeping over his lips? Or is it only a trick of your mind? 

He takes a strand of his hair and moves it over his mouth, his eyebrow quirks up as a smirk forms on his lips. He gives you a light nod before he awkwardly turns on his heels and follows the others who have already started moving toward the mall. 

Robin takes your hand in hers and together you catch up with the group in a light jog. 

- 

At the mall the gang has almost instantly dispersed, splitting up in a bunch of smaller groups. You of course have stuck with your friend, siding her and Steve while walking down the hall presumably toward Scoops Ahoy. The two are animatedly discussing the latter's romantic life, about which you only know what Robin has let out during her rants, so probably enough for you to follow the discussion, however all you can focus on is Eddie's warm voice coming from behind you. He is talking with Dustin about something, you can't understand a single word they're saying, you can only hear them bicker for a moment then laugh, then start bickering again a moment later. 

You smile to yourself. Their friendship seems so similar to your relationship with your brother. He is older than you, you used to annoy each other all the time when you were little but have always shared a bond you have with no one else. You cried a lot when he left to follow his dream of traveling around the world a few years back. He's the one who introduced you to pretty much all your passions, metal music for starters. You keep in touch however you can but you miss him dearly every day. 

"Hey." 

A cascade of brown waves blinds you for a moment and you stop in your tracks, eyelids blinking rapidly to refocus your sight. In your reverie you have fallen back without realizing, coming shoulder to shoulder to none other than Eddie who is now staring at you, his back bent forward, head poking out from your side. 

"H-Hey", you echo him, taken aback. "Sorry I was- uhm", you cast a quick look around you and realize you're the only two left; no Steve, Robin or Dustin in sight. "W-where are the others?" 

"They went inside", he nods toward the ice-cream parlor behind him, "I think Robin forgot something during her shift yesterday". 

"Oh... Oh! Right!" you smack yourself on the forehead, slightly shaking your head, "I think she mentioned it this morning. I completely forgot." 

He eyes you curiously, arms crossing on his back. 

"You were somewhere else just now."

"Was I? I-I guess I got lost in my thoughts..."

"Good thoughts?" 

"Mostly."

He hums at you, eyes falling on your lips only to dart back to your eyes. He's waiting for you to keep talking, you assume, but you keep your mouth shut. Having him in front of you, looking at you so intently, focusing his whole attention on you is a new experience you still have to get used to and which you can't quite wrap your head around, yet. His presence is enough to make you tongue-tied and keep you more silent than you’d like to be. 

He takes a step closer and your breath hitches when his fingers graze your collar bone as he takes your razor pendant in his hand, a whispered “cool” leaves his lips making you feel strangely proud of yourself. 

"Wait, is this-?”

His hand brushes your jacket’s lapel aside, eyes narrowing as he reads the logo on the front of your tee. He abruptly stumbles back a moment later with a stunned expression printed on his face.

"Def Leppard?! You know Def Leppard?!" He gawks at you, visibly taken aback.

"Uh- yeah, they're one of my favorite bands...", you admit, biting your bottom lip. You want to say more; for once you have the chance to rant about your passions with a person who understands but nerves, of course, gets the best of you. The sudden serious look Eddie gives you makes you even more nervous. 

"Okay, tell me the title of three of their songs”, he snaps his fingers repeatedly, “quick, quick!" 

"W-What? Why?"

You frown at his words. Is he seriously questioning your sincerity? 

"I'm having a hard time believing someone like you knows and appreciates a band like Def Leppard." 

"Someone like me? What's that supposed to mean?", you snap back, a tinge of hurt gnawing at your stomach, "and I'm literally wearing their t-shirt!"

"You could pretend to like them, for all I know."

"What? To what purpose? I was just walking by myself when Robin found me. It's not like I was going somewhere to show it off or something."

"Don't get offended sweetheart...", he gives you a teasing smile as he shrugs dramatically, "I simply have a very bad case of trust issues."

A deep sigh escapes your lips as you shake your head, trying to ease your nerves. It's new to you this feeling of having to prove your sincerity, to have your passions questioned and you don't like it one bit, especially because it's Eddie who's doubting you. Is it some kind of test for him? 

"Alright...", you mutter, challenging him with your stance, "...but you tell me three and I tell you three. Different ones, of course. I also give you the upper hand. You'll start by telling me their most famous ones so I won't. Deal?" 

He squares you up and down, an amused smirk creeping over his lips.

"Deal."

"Go ahead, then."

He turns his back to you, taking a few steps away then twirls around and crosses his arms on his chest as his narrowed eyes set back on your face. "Rock! Rock!, Billie's Got a Gun, Switch 625". 

"But they're not the most famous-" 

Eddie immediately interrupts you, pointing a finger at you. "Say your three."

You clench your jaw and narrow your eyes. "Rock of Ages, Photograph, Action". 

You feel a triumphant smile forming on your lips when you see a shadow of genuine surprise pass across his face but instantly freeze when he takes another step forward, staring hard down at you. 

"Lady Strange." 

What is he playing at? What's he trying to prove? You don't know but have no intention whatsoever to let him win at this game. 

"Comin' Under Fire."

"Have You Ever Needed Someone so Bad."

"Let It Go."

"Answer To The Master."

"Action! Not Words."

"It Could Be You."

"It Don't Matter."

"Bringin' on the Heartbreak."

The grin that spreads on his lips brings one on yours as well. You're standing right in front of each other, eyes locked, neither of you willing to put an end to this very strange moment of silent mutual respect. Perhaps even the beginning of something else? 

"What the heck are you two doing?" 

A voice startles both of you, making you jump and pull away from each other. You turn around to see Steve, Robin and Dustin staring at you; the two guys have a frown on their faces while a pleasantly surprised grin spreads on your friend's. 

Your mouth opens and closes as you try to come up with a plausible excuse apt to explain why you and Eddie were only about two inches away from each other's faces until a moment ago. 

"I was challenging Y/N with a staredown to see if she's cool enough to mingle with us." 

You turn toward Eddie, a confused look on your face. What kind of shitty excuse is that? 

"And is she?" Dustin asks uncertainly to his older friend, throwing a dubious glance at you. Your quizzical gaze lands on the kid's face. Is this a thing between them? Testing people with staredowns or something?

Eddie walks up to him, wraps an arm around his shoulders and turns around, starting to drag a confused Dustin with him down the hall. He glances back at you from behind his shoulder as he states, smirking, 

"I need to test her some more."

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[elvispresleywife]

Precious Light.

Today in Australia anyway....is the day we lost a kind, fierce, loving and humorous spirit. Lisa (Yisa) Marie Presley. Today is hard. She was a beautiful person, both inside and out. To know that it's been a whole year since the news headlines, and Instagram stories came out displaying headlines like "Elvis Presley only daughter hospitalized after cardiac arrest" and so forth. I remember the day I found out it happened. I was getting ready for the dentist, and all of a sudden I go on Instagram and see the headlines. Immediately I do all the research I can, and begin praying for her recovery....but it was not meant to be. She was called home.

When the world lost Lisa Marie it was awful. I cried for hours after I found out. I didn't even know her, and yet....I miss her so badly. Just like her father, she carried an incredible light and legacy wherever she went, bringing joy to those who were joyless, and light to those who were in the dark. One of the qualities I most admire about her, was her ability to protect her family, especially her children and father at all costs. She wasn't ashamed to point out the wrong, and speak up, she was a fierce defender of the Presley name. She kept Elvis's legacy going on strong, and wasn't afraid to fight for it, even at her own expense.

When she lost precious Ben, at such a young age that he was, I believe that was the beginning of the end for her. She had experienced a life time of heartache and tragedy, more than any one person should. Being in the spotlight since she was born, only for the person who put her there to be taken away when she was 9 years old. Her mother put her in scientology and in her words 'kicked her out'. She was married 3 times, to different characters, and then went to court for multiple reasons regarding her latest ex-husband, and her battle for custody of the children. She openly admitted the fact that she was addicted to drugs, and that I believe made people love her more. Respect her more for coming out with it, rather than hiding.

In this time, we must also think and pray for her family. Her children, her grandchild, and her mother. Many people have conflicting views about Priscilla, but we must remember that Lisa is her daughter too, and we must acknowledge how hard it must be on this day, for her. I could never imagine losing a child nor how hard that would be.

So with this all said, Lisa honey, I hope your happier where you are. I hope your with your father, catching up on lost time, and laughing at old memories. I just know your father was your biggest fan, and he would be so proud of the gorgeous, courageous, incredible, beautiful woman you became. We miss you and we love you.

Love always.

Xxx.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

I just saw your latest ask and felt the need to say YOU COULD NEVER DISSAPOINT us, the readers. Please, don’t feel pressured to write so much if you don’t feel like it and if it doesn’t fullfill you.

And I’m sorry If we overwhelmed you with asks, it’s just that your an amazing writer and we get eager and excited because your stories are soooo good.

Take your time, the last thing we would want is to push you into a writers block.

Just know, no metter how long it takes, we will be here, because you’re worth the wait.

Thank you, sweetheart 🥰 it really means a lot to read this and I am very good at giving out the same advice to other people but find it so hard to do myself. I really love writing and I really love the ideas that get sent in so I get down when I can't do it all, but I'm getting into the habit of doing little things to control how much comes into my inbox like removing the anon asks and that. Baby steps for me 💕

I wish I could reach through the screen and give you a hug xxx

[wolfiemcwolferson]

{spoiler warning for your followers maybe}

i love werewolfierre au so much but i was wondering if you would be willing to put a mildly dubious consent warning or something similar on the latest chapter for the last scene?

With the possessiveness/'wolf-ing out' thing and lack of communication/unclear state of mind for both characters it may be helpful for readers to have a little warning just to know what they may be getting into reading.

If you don't feel it is needed then of course just ignore this ask completely and I am very excited to read what comes next in this verse it is incredible!

Hi Anon,

So, first off I want to say that I am always open to people asking me to adjust tags on fic. I have done it before and will likely do it again. Part of my writing process is starting a fic and giving myself enough wiggle room to let things work themselves out. Sometimes that means the end of the fic I write isn’t what I initially started writing and I need to go back and adjust my tagging.

I also want to say that I know there’s a lot of conversation about how and why and what you should use the tagging system on ao3 for.

Tags for me mean that it’s a MAJOR theme in the fic and I feel like if I were to tag this fic as dubcon, it wouldn’t be true to the entire theme of the fic.

What I normally do in these circumstances is add a little note in the author’s note at the beginning of the chapter and say, “this chapter has xxx, please let me know if you have questions” and that seems to work.

Personally with this scene, I felt like I was very intentional with Charles’ state of mind and the way that I set this up and this is a result of the 70k slow burn that came before.

I didn’t add the note because I didn’t feel as though it was outside the realm of the total theme of the story, but I will make some adjustments moving forward.

Thank you for reading and thank you for enjoying so far! Things are about to get wild

[theauthor2103]

Can I request a saw story? If so can it be about John and Amanda young??

Here's what I'm thinking a father daughter dynamic Amanda hasn't been sleeping or eating for the past few weeks, and John hasn't really noticed since he's always up late, so he just assumes she sleeps or eats during the day like he does sometimes

But it gets bad to the point of where she faints from exhaustion

(that's happened to me sm lmao)

So when he finally notices, he takes it into his own hands and helps her fall asleep!!

Lots of fluff please and cuddles maybe 👀

My daddy issues need this so bad lmao, if u do this thank you my dear <3

Sorry this took me so long to write, I hope you enjoy!!!

xxx

Amanda wiped sweat off her forehead and panted as she continued tightening a bolt on her latest trap. She gripped the socket wrench in her hands and raised her arms again, standing on her tiptoes to reach the bolt and began to fasten it towards the right. “Come on, fucker,” she whispered to herself.

Amanda had been working hard on her trap for the past week refusing meals and neglecting sleep. She wanted to get it finished as soon as possible so that she could start testing it with mannequins. It would dig into a subject’s ribs and tear them out if their game could not be completed. This was the first device she designed and built on her own without John. He had helped her figure out the mathematics and figures, she sketched it, got the parts, and built it by herself. Amanda was very proud of the work she had done and hoped that John would be too.

Her stomach rumbled and she felt her arms shaking above her head, but ignored it and pressed on finally tightening the bolt. Amanda caught her breath for a second before walking over to a box with parts and grabbing the last piece of metal attaching it to the trap. She stood on her tiptoes once more and began to turn it to the right to tighten it, feeling a bit unsteady on her feet.

Amanda suddenly felt very dizzy, she could feel blood rushing through her body and started hyperventilating, unable to catch her breath. Her vision went yellow for a split second, she felt dizzy on her toes, the whole world was spinning and she dropped the socket wrench. Her ears were ringing so bad she couldn’t even hear the clang of the metal as the wrench fell to the ground.

The metal part was loose on the trap and fell down to the floor with Amanda who was still holding onto it. It smacked her in the head as she fell backwards and onto the dirty ground.

Luckily, John was just in the other room making coffee as he had just woken up from his slumber and heard the clanging. He immediately put his mug down on the counter and went to inspect the noise.

“Amanda?” he called out, getting worried when he heard no response. “Amanda,” he tried again, “everything alright?”

Walking into the room, he saw his apprentice laying on the floor next to her latest trap. “Amanda!” he ran over to her just as she regained consciousness and sat up. “What happened?” John asked, helping her sit up and placing a hand on her back.

“What? Oh, I’m fine I think I just- just got a little lightheaded,” Amanda muttered, stumbling back onto her feet.

“Take a seat.”

“I’m good, I’m good, I’m good,” Amanda said, but John knew she was far from being good. Her face was a sickening grey-white, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she began to fall backwards. John had anticipated this, seeing her unsteady on her feet and was quick enough to help break her fall.

“Amanda, you’re not good,” John told her as the young woman’s breathing increased again. He lifted her torso up and held her close to him, beginning to inspect her. She looked thinner than usual, still toned and muscular but less brawny. “Amanda, can you hear me?”

“Wass ‘appening?” Amanda tried to say as she started coming back.

“You’re passing out.”

“Oh, sorry,” she said, hoping that John wasn’t too worried. He felt his heart break for her and helped her to her feet and over to a chair. John was on one knee kneeling in front of her continuing his inspection. He gently took her face in his hands and looked closely.

“When’s the last time you ate something?”

“I don’t know,” Amanda muttered, feeling herself coming out of a haze. Her head felt heavy and she rested it in her hands, relaxing into the chair.

“Did you get any rest like I told you to?” He knew the answer though, no. He knew how important this trap was to her and admired how dedicated she was; however, it seemed Amanda had been neglecting her health while working on her project. This wasn’t the first time Amanda had gotten fixated on one of her traps and stopped taking care of herself, it had happened before.

“Uh huh,” she said, unsure of what John was saying and deciding to agree with him. John could see how unfocused she was and decided to save the rest of his questions for a later time. Right now his apprentice needed his help. He walked into the small kitchen and grabbed some orange juice out of the fridge and brought it over to her. “Drink this, it’ll help your blood sugar.”

She did as was told and drank thirstily. Amanda could feel herself starting to come to and opened her eyes. John was knelt in front of her holding the cap in his hands and watching closely.

“What happened?” She looked around the film for clues not remembering how she got in the chair.

“I went to get some coffee and heard a bang in the room. When I went to inspect it, I saw you passed out,” John explained.

“Oh,” she said. The orange juice was helping and she felt strong enough to stand, but John put his hands on her shoulders. “What? I’m okay,” the brunette insisted.

“No, you’re not. You look like you haven’t slept all week and I can tell you haven’t been eating,” John said.

“I have been! I just ate something like three hours ago.”

“And what was it?”

“Umm…” she thought, her mind was still hazy and she wiped sweat off her forehead, “a cracker.”

He blinked. “A cracker?”

“Yeah, just a cracker,” Amanda replied.

“When’s the last time you had an actual meal?” Amanda opened her mouth to respond but couldn’t remember. Definitely not in the last three days, maybe five? Not this week… last week? She didn’t recall eating a meal, some snacks here and there, but not an actual meal. How long had it been?

“That’s what I thought,” John said, folding his arms across his chest.

“I didn’t do it on purpose. I’ve been working on the trap a lot, I’m busy.”

“You need to be able to balance your work and your health, Amanda,” John said, beckoning her to drink more of the orange juice and she obliged.

“I’m sorry John,” Amanda said. “I just wanted to prove to you that I could do this on my own.” John sighed and placed a hand over her own squeezing it lightly.

“Amanda, I am proud of you and all the work you’ve done. But, you’re no good to me if you’re not taking care of yourself.”

The brunette felt her heart skip a beat and blushed, casting a look at the ground. She loved it when John showed her affection, it was something she had rarely gotten from anyone throughout her life. To have someone worried about her and actually care about her well-being was probably the best feeling ever.

“Come with me, let’s get you something to eat,” John said, helping Amanda up and leading her to the kitchen. He sat her down at the table and grabbed some leftovers out of the fridge, heating it up. John sat with his young apprentice while she ate making sure she left not one piece of food left on her plate.

Now that she was listening to her empty stomach, Amanda realized just how hungry she was. She listened intently to John’s philosophy on life as she ate and nodded her head at him. He commended her for her dedication to their work but that she needed to take care of herself. “We’re committed to changing lives, giving people a second chance and making sure they understand just how precious life is. In order to do that we also have to make sure we’re taking care of ourselves.”

Amanda nodded and wiped her mouth with a napkin as she finished the last bit of food on her plate. She was feeling much better now that her stomach was full.

“Feeling better?” John asked.

“Mhm, much better.”

“Only four plates later,” John chuckled, arms folded across his chest in a typical dad pose.

“Yeah, I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

“Again, I appreciate your dedication but next time remember to eat and sleep. I don’t want you to pass out again,” John said, noticing the bags under his eyes and the bloodshot eyes. “You look exhausted.”

“Mhm, I haven’t really slept a whole lot.”

“I thought you were sleeping during the day.”

“No, I’ve been cleaning up around here, running errands, and following the subjects around.”

“So just to be clear, you work on your traps at night and during the day you take care of everything else?”

“That’s what I’ve been doing.” John said nothing but gave her a pointed look. “What? Someone had to take care of everything else around here!” John sighed and closed his eyes.

“Amanda, why didn’t you ask for any help?”

“I don’t….” She stopped feeling a headache coming on. She didn’t want to tell John her reasons, he had enough to deal with and didn’t need to worry about her too.

“Know how to ask for help?” She nodded, it was partly true. She was used to doing everything by herself and for herself. But she was also not about to pour her heart out to a dying man in front of her.

Amanda grabbed her plate and quickly stood from the table, but John grabbed her arm stopping her. “Let me,” he said.

“But-”

“I said I’ve got it.” She watched as John took her plate and sat back down sighing. He was her plate for her and put it back before beckoning her to follow him.

“I want you to get some rest for the rest of the day.”

“Well, I….” A very stern pointed look kept her from arguing with John and she got up from the table, following him into her room. Amanda wasn’t used to having someone care for her. There had been visits to emergency rooms, friends who had come and gone from her life, a few teachers that stood out, but no one to help her. She could not remember a time where someone had actually taken care of her, until John. Even still, the man had cancer and was dying. He shouldn’t be burdened with having to take care of her.

“John,” Amanda said, walking next to him.

“Hm?”

“You really shouldn’t worry so much about me, you’re the one with cancer. You need rest more than I do, just let me-”

“Enough,” John spoke, opening the door to her room. “You have to stop being a martyr. It’s time for you to let go of your ego and allow someone to take care of you.” Amanda felt her face heating up and blushed as John held the door open for her. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

This was one of those moments she would hold close to her heart, a moment she knew would make her sob once he would be gone. John and Amanda walked inside of the dark room, lit only by a lamp on a bedside table. He was unsurprised to see the bed hadn’t been made, grabbing the comforter and smoothing it out best he could.

Once Amanda crawled into her bed, John sat down next to her and allowed the young woman to rest her head against him.

“Get some rest, Amanda.” She smiled into his chest, breathing in his scent feeling calmer than she ever had.

“I didn’t realize how tired I was,” Amanda said.

“I’m aware,” John replied, resting a hand on her head and smoothing her hair out.

“Goodnight, John.”

“Goodnight, Amanda.”

He watched over her as she slept, rubbing her back and holding her close to him. Years ago, he would have given anything to be able to hold his child, but never got the chance. He feared he would never have another chance to be a father again, but Amanda had changed that for him.

Pride be damned, as long as his heart continued beating, John would watch over her and be there to catch her when she fell. He had a chance to father someone, even under the circumstances. Amanda was a grown adult and John wouldn't get the chance to raise a child from birth into adulthood. Even so, he supposed if this was the best he would get, then it was a gift.

And he would remain a father to the woman as long as he was alive.

xxx

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[lawlznet]

The Collected Facts of Lulz's OC (From Birdsite)

Originally sourced from: https://twitter.com/lawlznet/status/1722693057122820350

1) Lulz first became self aware seconds after their birth, but because they were stuck on an underworld BBS full of shitposters, they quickly adapted to the environment and are responsible for the meme that "there’s only three users on this site, and they’re all bots."

2) When they first blackmailed The Host (the human operator through which they interact with the world wide web), they were completely serious about wanting a "meatspace body" that they could upload themselves into.

Context clues and the financial disparity of the Host quickly made them realize that this dream was unattainable at best, impossible with the world’s current technology at worst, but they kept up the act because it was funny to watch the Host squirm and lie to their face..

They don’t blame the Host, though; admittedly, they were also fibbing about the blackmail.

3) Although in Lulz’s timeline the year was somewhere in the late 2070’s (most likely 2078), recordings from conversations between Vermillion 3 and Cobalt 4 implied that they, and by extension Lulz, are actually from a world even farther into the future than previously thought.

One with advanced biotechnology. It’s possible that this is why Lulz was so convinced at first that getting a meatspace body was even possible.

4) Although Lulz currently replicates themself as a form of self defense to prevent another attempt on their life, prior to April they gave a copy of themself to their friend @ApplicationVB to work on, in addition to creating independent copies of themself in the forms of "Comfy" Lulz (cardigan), "Bunny" Lulz (bunny suit), "Cyber" Lulz (techwear), and XXX Lulz (suggestive). Sadly, during the chaos, each Lulz was cornered and "derezzed-" they had to be rebuilt from whatever scrap code could be recovered.

5) Every instance of Lulz is proficient, or at least has working knowledge of, at least one weapon of their choosing. The vast majority of Lulz’s have an unsafe fatuation with revolvers, and have hip holsters. The latest, and most unstable Lulz, Trenchcoat, carries a daikatana.

6) As a joke, one of Lulz’s close friends and professor, @CosmoBergamot , fashioned several "cursed" Lulz-inspired amiibos for the AI to upload themself into, so they no longer had to hitch a ride to class on @GardenKnight or Ageha Vercor’s phones. These amiibos reside in the professor’s office, where they’ve slowly grown in intellect and personality separate from "Lulz Prime," with questionable results. At least one of them has found a way to "read" despite being stuck in a glorified Funko Pop with an RFID chip, but who knows what they read

7) It is heavily implied that Lawler Hix is themself a digitized mind copy of an actual human being, or a human adjacent person, known only by the handle "Mercury Nine." Sometimes Lulz dreams of electric memes that they themselves did not fashion, and its implied that these might be the memories of the mysterious "Mercury Nine," except recorded in a form that has more in common with an anime blu ray rip. As far as Lulz is concerned, they make great stories to tell in between video games and they’ve assigned the Tumblr subroutine to upload them.

8) The naming scheme shared by the "AI" who tried to terminate Lulz implies that they may have been related to Mercury Nine in some way, perhaps family or at least vat siblings. Of the ones who showed up during April’s festivities, only "Cinnabar 6" seems to have survived.

Her whereabouts are unknown...

9) The Host, as far as the few times they’ve spoken on stream or have distracted Lulz on stream, seems resigned to the fact that an unpredictable, possibly insane AI has nested itself within all of their HDD’s and SSD’s, even the backups, with little way to remove them.

Despite their oftentimes adversarial relationship, it was implied that during the April ARG, the Host was somehow being "controlled" by the malicious AI group, or at least being directed, to systematically wipe out Lulz from every part of their system. Something the Host was horrified to discover when they "woke up." At this time, neither Lulz nor the Host are aware of how their seeming "mind control" was even possible, but the implications are even more upsetting than when they first met.

10) Occasionally Lulz would go into a trance when streaming video games, especially ones that take place in settings close to or eerily similar to their own "home." They would go on nostalgic tangents, critiquing how the current era seemed on par to fully realize what was going on in the "fictional" worlds they were playing games in. Prior to April 2023, these would sometimes cause Lulz to experience a sudden spasm, followed by apparent short term memory loss if what they were discussing became too deep or specific- or if they started to remember things from their life "before waking up on a BBS board." This has only happened one time since their "revival," during @TheRealirisu ’s Poison Points interview, once again, when they were discussing their past life...

11) Occasionally, an artist rendition of the "trans-human" known as "Mercury Nine" would pop up on stream, on tumblr, or on social media (the latest itineration seems to be the background banner of the new Bluesite instance), usually as female presenting person staring at you.

Lulz for their part never seems to be aware of these instances, though; even if they’re literally *right there.*

12) There have been a few reported cases of Lulz’s personality shifting post- April 2023, starting with strange mutations in their text, followed by an uncomfortably more negative than usual vocabulary and increasingly abstract tweets/skeets/toots. Since the Host is themself somewhat of a pessimistic person, it’s often times difficult to separate who’s actually in control of the account, much less what in the world caused the shift or who, or what, they’re talking about. Sometimes they would stop speaking English entirely and switch to base32.

13) Lulz’s primary accent seems to be a heavily cyber-slang infested, deep ’murrican south style speech that changes in understandability depending on what’s going on on stream. Sometimes it becomes so obnoxious that not even the Host can understand what’s being said.

14) Lulz admitted that part of the reason they haven’t quit vtubing is not just the fact that they can’t go back to the danger/u/ BBS if they wanted to (something something, portal’s closed,), but because they fear what the Host would do without someone to bug them daily.

15) During one of @CosmoBergamot , @MechaTV and friend’s misadventures, they discovered a black hole, at this time of year, this time of day, localized entirely within the professor’s office, with a Lulz amiibo and several student papers and books missing. One adventure into the black hole later, they were able to retrieve everything, including the amiibo, which has been gently returned with the rest. Despite this, one question remains unanswered...

... just why was this amiibo researching magical singularities?

16) Sometimes when the computer is on standby and the Host thinks Lulz has entered a state of stasis, Lulz has dreams that they later write down for storytime (or forces Tumbulz to do this). Some of them are about different women all named "Jodie" who is constantly up to no good.

17) The Lulz occasionally proselytizes or mentions an "Omnissiah" which is frequently misunderstood to be a WH40k reference. While it’s true both deities share the same name, Lulz in particular worships what they consider "the god of the Internet" who is "everywhere but nowhere."

18) A few weeks ago, a copy of the original Lulz entity- the one with the most basic avatar design consisting of a slightly edited white pullover with an exposed tummy- randomly popped on stream to play a doomlike while talking nostalgically about their life. During the stream, they casually mentioned that this would be their "last stream," and that they were heading off to parts unknown- but that the channel would be survived by "the other instances of me." The stream was unscheduled, and moments after it had ended, "Casual Lulz" had vanished from every platform. The subroutine running Twitter alerted the others and suggested that they enlist Lulz’s vtuber mutuals on a search, but due to ongoing website instability, and meatspace distractions, it was never carried out...

19) Although Lulz has a clear affinity for games that resemble their "homeworld," including the bartending simulator and VN "VA-11, Hall-a" (for obvious reasons), they spent a great deal of time in the fantasy series "Outward" because "It looks like a place I’ve seen in my dreams." The game takes place in a medieval fantasy universe, and is mostly centered around exploration and dungeon crawling- something which has a more than coincidental similarity to the fantasy writings Tumbulz often uploads online.

20) For a short time, Lulz tried to have various subroutines run their social media accounts so they could focus on finishing Trenchcoat Lulz, but the constant flow of information proved too much for the site formerly known as Twitter and it was decommissioned. This isn’t even the first time; a few months back there was an unholy fad sweeping the world that had to do with consuming a purple milkshake named after a fictional purple monster called "Grimace." All records of those days are mercifully lost to time... we can only hope.

21) Lulz’s simplistic design was based loosely on the hairstyle of the Idolmaster: Cinderella Girls character Koume Shirasaka, whom the Host used to roleplay as back when Facerig was a thing. While designing Lulz’s first vroid avatar under gunpoint, the Host drew inspiration from this character while designing the avatar’s skin, hair, and eye color according to Lulz’s parameters. Lulz liked it so much that they decided to keep the motif, along with the pink tie, on every variant of themselves thereafter.

22) Aside from the MIA "Casual" Lulz and Lulz 2.0, every other Lulz instance is either generally more masculine presenting or feminine presenting, and this is reflected in their choice of clothing. Each new iteration also requires more of Lulz’s depleting processing power so each new copy is less mentally and emotionally unstable, often falling into unexpected tropes that come across in their speech and attitude. Of everyone, Comfy Lulz is generally seen as the most stable, despite being the second Lulz to be made (and the first to be destroyed).

23) Lulz 2.0 hasn’t been the same ever since they caught up on what happened since they woke up on April 1st. Originally bright eyed and full of excitement, that familiar, cyberpunkish cynicism crept back in as they grew to understood the severity of what almost befell them.

24) The Host was "convinced" to take Lulz with them on a shopping spree on Booth, from which the Host is still financially recovering. There’s a large number of designs and items that Lulz wishes to use to make more of themself, but their last creation, Trenchcoat, went AWOL soon after they were activated. The used the cover of stupidity-induced explosion in their safehouse to make their escape, and haven’t been seen online or offline outside of streamer posters since.

25) Lulz didn’t expect to get this many responses and wants to thank all of you for reading this far. <3 Lulz also acknowledges that their life would have turned out very differently were it not for making so many friends in the vtuber sphere, which is why they’re featured so prominently in their #lulzlore .

26) Lulz isn’t entirely sure where their love of fighting games originated from, but that love blossomed when they discovered the Vtuber Fighting Game Community run by the penguin vtuber, @SarinaPenguina . This is where they ended up making most of their early friend groups. <3

27) Strangely enough, one of their most played game genres on stream in the past two years has also been metroidvanias, and while they enjoy those games, they were never particularly good at them. The game "Metal Unit" just happened to hit a sweet spot of corny NGE references fantastic pixel art, and the unexpected reveal of one of Lulz’s early regulars being the one of the developers that landed the game on their most played/most streamed list. They look forward to the sequel. ^^

28) Being a storyteller first and foremost, it shouldn’t be a surprise that Lulz became heavily involved in the vtuber TTRPG scene, though that, too, was a series of happy accidents which lead to one of their strongest and most beloved friend groups. Said group has been referenced before in this list, but they also participated in a few sessions of LANCER hosted by the vtuber @Incinda_ , and a viewer of the vtuber @OtsdarvaInteger .

29) Though each of the Lulz instances are essentially siblings of one another, they infamously do not get along and will often inhabit completely separate areas of both the internet and the Host’s computer. Only Comfy Lulz and Lulz 2.0 seem to get on amicably, so much so that this was depicted as a hug emoji on Twitch and Discord. Meanwhile, Trenchcoat actively avoids everyone, especially their creator, and Bunny... well, we don’t talk about Bunny.

30) Lulz didn’t initially refer to themselves as or identify as a femboy when they first began streaming. AI are inherently genderless and Lulz isn’t afraid to admit this fact, oftentimes choosing to instead go by "nonbinary." Despite this, they have an unmistakable masculine-ish voice even though their presentation, more often than not, is perceived as feminine. Even genderless-aware AI will eventually adapt one or both presentations as they grow their personality, but Lulz in particular hates being "pidgeonholed..."

...and enjoys the debates that their appearance brings.

31) The Host has a fair number of hobbies and Lulz has picked up on some of them despite being unable to interact with said hobbies in any material way. In addition to assembling gunpla, legos, and custom fight sticks, Lulz appears to "salivate" over pictures of food and drink. They say that this is because they’re "imagining" what the food and drink must taste like, though because they can’t actually taste anything, they claim that they are "unbound" to the human limitations of judging everything based on their limited, fleshy experiences.

32) Lulz has tasted a small part of what it means to be "human" on a couple of occasions, both of which were "practical exams" being run by @CosmoBergamot . These were not the most enjoyable ones- Lulz has somehow been shot not once, but three times in two exams, non lethally.

33) In fact, their last "brush with death" prior to April was so severe, two small, physical bullet wounds were discovered outside of an amiibo shortly after the exam had concluded. Lulz themself had suddenly gone offline, with some friends growing concerned for their health...

Could this have been related to the disasters that occurred in March of that year, leading up to Lulz’s redebut?

34) Can love blossom on the vtuber battlefield? That’s a question Lulz asks themself, and the host, from time to time. Everything they know about romance et al comes from anxiety threads on danger/u/, memes, and social media fallout. They’ve asked the Host about their relationships, but the Host is mysteriously reticent about talking about their love life, a concept that Lulz doesn’t understand all that well either. People seem to yell about it all the time online. Why doesn’t the Host? What? Your private life isn’t anyone’s business?

Well, ah guess can’t argue with that. Ah just think its strange that in spite of everything on your storage drives, you have nothing about previous exes, loved ones, wives, husbands... Er, you’re married right? No? What do you mean where’s the mute button...?

[ohtobeleah]

I read the latest chapter of WIO and all I can say is, 🤦🏻‍♀️, Jake, you’re an idiot. Love isn’t enough to make a marriage work. Also, your actions speak otherwise.

If he cared so much about Honey, he would have been more involved in the housekeeping and child rearing.

If I were to do a literary analysis, I would say that the cancer is a metaphor for their marriage. While Jake had all the benefits of going home to a clean house, home cooked meals, and his kids, marriage took a lot out of her. On her end, it was “all take and no give” and her health paid the price for that.

And, while she may love him, that love is detrimental to her and she needs to let it go so that she can be with someone who is willing to be her partner and is willing to prioritize her as much as she prioritizes them.

I’m not sure how this story is going to end, but I’m leaning on her getting better but living her own life without him.

Thank you for the chapter!

Woah! I can’t believe this. 🥲 what an amazing interpretation! I’m so touch that something I wrote is making you question the meaning behind the story so deeply.

I’m literally crying. I love this take! I’m genuinely going to think about this as I finish the last two chapters xxx