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theprice-if · 11 months

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Roaring stadiums, filled to the max with screaming fans, as you stand with a microphone in hand. Your heart pounds against your chest as you get ready to perform. Shouts of adoration filter past your ear as the lights finally turn on; the show truly begins. With you in the center of it all.

Except… that isn’t you. You’re to the side, watching it all, with a clipboard pressed to your chest. Making sure that nothing was out of place.

You’re just an assistant, an assistant to the biggest star gracing the stage in the past decade, but still just an assistant.

That is until you woke up alone in a room that was way above your pay grade; with a shiny ring on your finger. Your new spouse? The very star that you have been working for, for the last two years. The same star that many believed would never settle down— until you came along.

These rapid-fire events thrust you into the spotlight. Rocketing you towards the twinkling lights of stardom as you desperately try to figure out how to come to terms with everything.

The media and tabloids are just the tip of the iceberg. The very star you’re married to offers you the deal of a lifetime.

Stay married to them for a year and get a record deal; the biggest reason you moved to L.A.... All of your dreams will come true after twelve months.

If only you had known what the price of stardom truly brought.

The Price is rated 18+ for explicit language, sexual themes, alcohol/drug use, questionable behavior, and more!

★ Features ★

Customizable MC: name, gender, appearance, facets of your personality, hobbies, and more!

Get into the studio and start preparing for what will come when the year is up. Find the voice that you have always wanted to showcase in the industry!

Create your own music! Cultivate your debut album and show the world what it's been missing!

Interact with your fans and the music industry as a whole through social media! Will you become an upcoming star that the media loves or a black sheep that'll keep them returning for more?

Engage in romance with a variety of characters. Will the fake one become real with your pretend spouse? Or perhaps you'll find passion building with the less complicated-- and fun-loving-- photographer?

Discover what truly happened the night of your marriage. Or, if you choose to do so, leave it as the hazy fog in the recesses of your mind.

And much more as the story continues forward!

Are you willing to pay the price for your dream? Will that dream change over time?

★ The ROs ★

Adrian/Ariana Ocean ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 28 ★

Your boss, and also your spouse, the most sought-after star in the entertainment industry. With a reputation as spotty as one would expect with someone at the top. However, with the news of your marriage, people seem to be seeing them in a new light; something that they’ve been wanting for a very long time. Let’s hope it’ll last.

Blake Turner ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 28 ★

A Hollywood starlet that’s coming off their recent Oscar win; who also happens to be your ex from college. An ex that dumped you when they dropped out of college to become a star. A story that you never truly got to hear the entirety of. And suddenly, just like that, they’re back in your life with the same smirk from before. The one that made you fall in love with them, to begin with.

Liam/Leah Shaw ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 29 ★

Your newly assigned bodyguard, you still have to get used to that, who is supposed to protect you whenever your spouse can’t be with you. You just weren’t expecting them to start affecting you the way that they have. Their warm smile is like a beacon in this unfamiliar world.

Isaac/Isabel Carnell ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 27 ★

The photographer who is tasked with taking lovely shots of the newly wed couple. One of the only people, besides management, that actually knows what the hell is actually going on. Their general cheerfulness does wonders to lighten your spirits. Not to mention the pictures they take are absolutely divine.

Carson/Cara Madden ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 33 ★

The lawyer that is making sure everything goes smoothly; while also trying to not get gray hairs throughout. An aloof individual that only cracks a smile around a select few people. However, they’re good at their job and that’s what should matter most to you. Even though you sort of wish they’d smile at you. At least just once.

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thought--bubble · 4 months

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If I had the love I needed Pt 2 (Final Part)

Will (Salad Days) X (Friend Reader)

Warnings after the cut

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Warnings: Smutty Smut. Codependency, Mentions of alcoholism, Mentions of Violence.

"Then why can't you sleep?" He asks his voice teasing.

Your eyes go wide as you slightly shift, but say nothing.

He takes his hand off your stomach and places it on your jaw, turning your face towards his.

"You're beautiful, you know that, right?" He rubs his nose against your cheek, and your heart rate speeds up.

"You're just like me," he whispers into your ear, and you look at him with confusion.

"Unwanted, unloved, forgettable." he nuzzles his nose into your jaw and slowly drags it down your neck.

You swallow as you feel tears start to form in your eyes. He grabs you by your side and turns you so you are flat on your back.

"Don't cry" he runs his finger gently against your cheek.

" I want you," he nuzzles your cheek. "I'll love you," he nibbles on your jaw line. "I'll always remember you." he brings his hand back up to your chin and turns your head so you are looking him directly in the eyes.

"The world ignores people like us." he gently pushes up your jumper and rubs your bare stomach as he pushes his nose to the shell of your ear. "But I see you."

You let out a breathy sigh. "W-what about Leah?" He freezes his movements for a moment

"What about her?" His voice sounds a bit more tense, but the hand he had down on your stomach did not stop its exploration down the side of your body gently gripping as it travels.

"I t-thought you were in -" he cuts you off

"Confused is what i was." his hand travels down to the side of your hip gently gripping at the flesh there.

"Known her a long time. Got a bit confused, is all. " he puts his leg over yours while running his nose along the side of your cheek.

"But she doesn't understand..... not like you do"

You take a deep breath in, every move he makes against your skin, sending electric currents through your veins.

"Don't you feel it? The connection between us?" He pushes himself up against your side "I felt it right away. You're supposed to be mine"

You're weary of how quickly this is escalating, but you can't deny you feel drawn to him. It's like a month to a flame. Like a magnet sliding until the two of you snap together perfectly in place.

You cup his cheek and look into his eyes. His eyes are beautiful, a bright blue swirling with lust, pain, adoration, and just a bit of fear.

You lean forward and gently kiss his lips. He responds with a hunger, grabbing the sides of your face and pressing his lips harshly against yours. You separate as he looks down at you, pressing his forehead to yours.

"I want you," he says in a deep, husky voice. It's clear he understands the power such a simple statement holds for a person like you. Someone rejected all their life. He understands how badly you need to hear that you are wanted because he needs to hear it to.

You reach up and gently stroke his cheek with your fingertip. "I want you too"

"Yeah?" He smiles, showing just a little bit of teeth.

You nod and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face back to yours and begin to kiss him more passionately, your tounges swirling around each other in a show of appreciation and lust.

He moves off of you momentarily and reaches into his bedside drawer. He shuffles around for a minute before he pulls out a condom and slides it under the pillow beneath your head.

He leans over you again and gently nips at the tip of your ear before whispering, "I'm going to make you mine"

Your face flushes red as heat pools in your belly. He moves over you, separating your legs with his knee and settling himself between them.

He slides his arms underneath your shoulders, pulling your body up tight against his as he nuzzles into your neck.

"You're so special," he mumbles into the crook of your neck. You feel warmth travel through your entire being at his praise.

He presses himself hard against your core. The feeling of his hardened cock inside his joggers driving you mad with want.

He starts to move himself against you, breathing heavily, his breath on your neck making you shiver.

He slides an arm out from under you and grabs your thigh, pulling your leg up and rutting against you harder.

"So fuckin pretty" he groans.

"So sweet," he exhales unsteadily, sliding his other hand under your bum and pressing you tighter to him.

He ruts against you again and decends upon your mouth, kissing you sweetly and nibbling your bottom lip.

"And all mine," he pulls back and starts to slide your panties down your legs until he gets them off and returns to his previous position.

He brings a hand to your heat, gently gathering some of the moisture there, and bringing it up to your pearl while he starts rub you in slow circles.

You close your eyes and moan quietly.

"Look at me," he demands. "I want to see your eyes"

You open your eyes and look directly at him, and he speeds up his movements and the pressure against your pearl.

You pant as you and Will maintain eye contact as you hurtle closer and closer to your climax.

He watches you, jaw slack as you pant, face slightly contorted in pleasure.

"Oh god," you whine as you sit on the edge of your pleasure.

"That's it. Cmon. Give it to me, " he growls as he nips at your chin.

You release two broken moans as you are rocked by your climax, clamping your legs around his body.

He continues to rub you gently as you ride out your high until he has you twitching with overstimulation at his touch.

He chuckles as he removes his hand "that was bloody beautiful"

You are still breathing heavily as he nips and kisses along your jaw line.

He pulls his joggers and boxers down and off as he keeps his eyes glued to your face as you are coming down from your high.

He reaches under the pillow and grabs the condom he had placed there earlier and gets it on quickly.

He lays back down on top of you. He kisses and lightly bites your cheek.

"You're perfect." He breathes deep as he begins to press into you "so fuckin perfect" he says through gritted teeth.

He buries himself to the hilt and stops

" You ok?" He looks down at you, pushing some loose hairs from your face.

You reach up and curl your fingers in some of the hair at the base of his head. "Yeah, I'm perfect"

He smiles, and he kisses you gently and starts moving in and out of you slowly as if savoring every inch of your body surrounding his.

"Yeah, ya are." he slightly increases his pace as he grabs your thigh and lifts your leg.

He places his other hand on your stomach as he continues to thrust against you.

You pant in short bursts.

"You're mine now," he growls and tightens his grip on your thigh. You nod and whimper.

"Say it," he demands and stares directly into your eyes as he continues his movements, slamming his hips harder against you.

"Yours, oh god, I'm yours" you say between pants and whimpers

He starts to rub your pearl again while he fucks into you quickly.

"That's right, mine," he grunts and closes his eyes and leans his head back.

You quickly approach your peak a second time.

"Cmon, beautiful one more for me." he grips your thigh so tight you can feel his nails slightly digging into the skin. His movements becoming uneven and sloppy

You grip his arm and dig in with your nails as your entire body shudders with pleasure the tips of your toes curling and a tingling sensation traveling up your legs.

"Fuck yes" he grabs both sides of your hips as he drills into you chasing his own pleasure as he keeps his eyes locked on yours. You revel in the way his face is red, jaw slack with beads of sweat dripping by the end of his eyebrow.

He slams his hips into you once, twice, three more times before he comes undone with a gasp and stills as he grips your hips so tightly you know you will have marks there tomorrow.

After he comes down a bit, he chuckles. "Yeah," he runs his finger from the top of your nose down to your lips, pulling down your bottom lip. "You are definitely mine"

And he absolutely meant it. After that night, the two of you are almost inseparable. You're his girl, and he makes sure that everyone knows it.

When you're together, he is always touching you in some way. Arm around your shoulders, holding your hand or even pulling you down to sit in his lap. The two of you hardly go anywhere without each other except for when Will, Tom, and Matt are out doing God knows what. On one such occasion, you find yourself in the company of Leah, something that has become more and more rare the more time you spend with Will.

"I'm not saying he isn't good for you..... I'm just concerned the two of you seem a bit..... I don't know how to explain it... but it just doesn't seem healthy. " Leah attempts to explain her concerns gently, knowing how close you and Will have become.

You shoot her a sideways glance, trying not to let your annoyance show on your face. "This is probably the best relationship I've ever had. It is healthy. We just like each other a lot. I get him, and he gets me"

Leah just nods and hums.

"Just be careful with him, yeah? Don't let him get you into trouble"

You roll your eyes clearly annoyed by this topic. "He won't. He would never want to get me in trouble. " Your response is quick and confident. You trust Will completely and know that Leah's concerns are unnecessary.

"What he means to do and what he actually does don't always line up. Just be careful"

At this point, you have grown so weary of Leah and her concerns that you just nod your head, hoping she will drop the topic. Which she does after a few more concerned looks at you, which you promptly ignore.

As the two of you move on to other topics. Leah's pregnancy scare and your aunts current state included it gets later and later, and still no word from Will. You continue to check your phone throughout the night and when it is nearly midnight and he still hasn't contacted you, you decide that he must have a good reason why you didn't get your usual good night text or his usual demand for you to stay where you are until he can get there to walk you home.

You bid your goodbyes to Leah and head home through the dark, cold streets of Derby. Hood up, keeping your eyes glued to the sidewalk. Luckily, your aunts flat isn't too far from Leah's house, so you get home without incident.

You enter the flat as quietly as possible. Peering around the corner of the entryway into the living room. Your aunt is face down on the sofa, snoring and drooling into the cushions, a few empty bottles scattered around the floor.

"Brilliant," you sigh and start collecting the bottles, dropping them quietly into the bin before beginning the daunting task of getting your aunt from the couch and into her bedroom.

You gently shake her shoulder. " Auntie cmon," you say, barely above a whisper. She grunts and groans while slurring some incoherent noises. "Cmon auntie," you finally coax her off the couch and gently lead her to her room and guide her to her bed where she plops down and rolls over, falling directly into a drunken slumber.

You gently close her bedroom door and sigh.

"Fuck me" you rub your temple and head into your bedroom packing your mini backpack knowing in a day or two you will inevitably be kicked from the flat once again.

Once packed, you fall back on your bed exhausted. The second you close your eyes, your phone chirps. You quickly roll over and grab your phone and smile when you see the text is from will.

"Come outside," is all the text says. So you quickly get up and run to the front door to find him standing on your stoop. Jumper hood over his head and backpack on his back.

"Hey," you say, smiling, opening your arms for a hug.

He wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck. He's shuddering and his breathing seems choppy.

You pull your head back and try to get a better look at his face. It's red like he has been crying.

You touch his cheek. "What's happened?" Your voice is laced with concern.

"We have to go." He says abruptly. "Pack a bag, quick"

"What are you talking about?" You say confused."Where are we going?"

"I can't explain right now, but please just get a bag, and let's go." He goes around you and into your flat heading into your bedroom.

"Will" you whisper yell while following him.

"What is going on?" You ask as he opens your closet and starts grabbing at random clothing items.

You put your hand on his arm. "Will stop! What is going on?"

He sighs and looks at you frustrated "that thing. The thing I told you went sideways the other day? Well, it went way more than sideways, and I need to leave, and I ain't leaving without you, so pack"

You sigh, and when you turn your head to look at what he is pulling from your closet, you spot his knuckles torn up and bloody.

Your breath catches. "Will..... what did you do?"

He rubs his fingers against his forehead. "I beat the hell out of Matt." He avoids eye contact as he digs around the floor of your closet looking for a bag to pack.

"What? Why?" Your heart is beating incredibly fast and your stomach is turning.

"There is only enough money for two people to disappear....." he looks up at you. "Don't look at me like that. Not you."

"What are -" he cuts you off as he grabs your hands

" I'm sorry. I'm not a great man. Hell, I don't think I'm even a good or decent man, and maybe if I had the love I needed, I'd be a better man, but I'm not. But now. Now I do have the love I need, and damn it, I can't leave it behind. No, I won't leave it behind, so please, please, I'm begging you. Pack a bag"

You look into his eyes, and you know, there is no chance he is leaving without you.

"I'm already packed." You grab your mini backpack and throw it over your shoulder.

"Yeah?" He asks voice full of hope.

You grab his hand and shoot him a small smile. "Let's go"

He pulls you toward the door of the flat as you spare one last glance at your aunts bedroom door before you quietly close the front door.

This is crazy and you have no idea how this is going to work out, but you do know one thing. You, just like him, finally have the love you always needed, and you'd be damned if you let it just leave without you.

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felicitysmoaksx · 2 months

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Hi everyone! Thanks so much for sticking with this story! This chapter while on the shorter side took a while to find its voice because I had an idea that wasn't going the way I wanted it to. So I scraped part of it and kept some of it. And this is my Frankenstein chapter. Hopefully, there won't be such a long gap between this chapter and the next. Thanks so much for reading! Hope you enjoy it!

Rating: Mature

Summary: Her eyes squeezed shut before she dropped her head. Borrowed time. It was meant to be her…It was meant to be-

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Complications with a birth that end in death are mentioned, but don't go into great detail, and heavy survivor's guilt.

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“I loved the stories you and Sarah shared about Justin,” Natalie said with a laugh to Tucker while they were both in the kitchen getting a drink. If he hadn’t already said that he spent almost every day here, how easily he navigated this kitchen would’ve said that for him. The man nodded, laughing along with her.

“I still can’t believe Hank knew about the concert in New York and didn’t bust us for it,” Tucker shook his head, grabbing a beer out of the fridge while handing Natalie another water.

Usually, he’d stop drinking after one beer, so he could drive home. But he wasn’t driving home because he was staying here. Olive was having trouble sleeping alone in Justin’s room by herself, so Tuck offered to blow up the air mattress and shove it in between the foot of the bed and the desk like he used to when he slept over so she could have some company. If the roles had been reversed, Justin would’ve done the same for Leah. He even thought he heard Annie say she and Erin were spending the night too and with Travis and Autumn taking Sarah and Erin’s old room…Maybe he should offer the air mattress to one of them and he just tough it out with a pillow and blanket on the floor. It was carpeted…

“I’m probably being nosy but I have a question that’s just been bugging me for a while,” Nat told him in an almost guilty tone.

“Okay,” Tucker said feeling curious.

“Autumn, I’m wondering why she follows Sarah like-”

“Like a little duckling following behind its Momma?” He finished for her and the female doctor nodded, “I asked Sarah about it…Actually, I assumed she was Autumn’s mother before I remembered that wasn’t possible because she would’ve had to be born right around the time Owen was…but she gave me a vague answer about it taking a village.”

“When Leah gave birth to Autumn, it was like Murphy’s law. Anything that could go wrong, did. Preeclampsia but we already knew that it developed at the same time as her gestational diabetes. The doctors were slightly concerned but they said they’d monitor it and everything should’ve been fine.” Tucker's face twisted, while he watched his daughter clammer up into the brunette’s lap, “But we weren’t counting on there being a placenta abruption too.”

“Oh god,” Natalie breathed, second-hand dread filling up her stomach. Tucker swallowed. “Leah passed away due to labor complications and the doctors said Autumn almost went with her. They said my little girl was lucky to be alive,”

“I-I am so sorry,” Natalie said, her heart breaking for both the man in front of her and the little girl.

“So flash forward to two hours later? I’m not sure about the time. Most of that day is a blur, but I texted Sarah to let her know Autumn was here because Leah and I had decided we wanted it to be just us in the delivery room.”

He paused, shaking his head. “Justin was serving his year in jail, so we hadn’t seen each other as much because he was our bridge. Up until Autumn’s birth, Leah saw Sarah more than I did. Because I wasn’t sure if we were friends just because we were both Justin’s friends.”

“What made you realize you were friends and not just because of Justin?”

“She showed up at Lakeshore Memorial. Now I remember this part perfectly, and I think it’s because of how surreal the situation felt. I told her, ‘Leah’s gone, and not only do I have to raise a baby by myself, which I have no clue how to do by myself, but I also have to bury my wife.’”

Natalie didn’t know who she felt worse for, because she had been in Tucker’s shoes with Jeff. But also for Sarah to hear something so jarring. Tucker smiled now, even if it trembled a little at the edges.

“And my best friend, the one who claims to have no maternal instincts, took it all in stride, squared her shoulders in a very Camillie Voight way, and I know you don’t know Ms. Camillie but trust me, I got chills. She said we’d figure it out together and we did.” Tucker shrugged, “She was with me every step of the way and yeah, I had a village between Hank, Erin, Annie, Justin when he got out, and Olive when she came along. Leah’s parents. Even my parents, but they’re older because they had me late in life so Sarah was…is…”

“You’re main support system,” the woman finished for him. He nodded, not even mentioning that the brunette practically lived at his house the first year of Autumn’s life. Because that’s how long it took him to get the hang of the whole parenting thing. That Sarah had to give him a crash course in everything baby. That Sarah changed her whole schedule around in her last year as a medical student, so that he could work at night and when he tried to thank her for it, she waved him off. Because that’s what best friend’s did.

“She’s never tried to be Leah, and Autumn has other women in her life, but Sarah is her mother figure. The one she looks to first after me…Sometimes before me. I’m probably not explaining it right…”

“No,” she reassured him because she got it, understood it. Will had been that for her, never replacing Jeff, but offering a support system all the same. “I understand what you’re trying to say.”

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“Can we talk?” Hank asked later that night after almost everyone had left. He had found Sarah in the backyard, staring at her tree with Connor’s suit jacket wrapped around her frame. The stark white gauze stuck out to him in the dead of the night. Like a reminder of what they had lost and what was almost lost. He turned and sat down next to where Sarah was sitting with her knees tucked in tight. It had been Camille’s idea to plant two trees; one for each girl so they knew they had roots with the Voight family, when Erin and Sarah came to live with them.

For a second, he wondered if his youngest daughter heard him as she continued to stare ahead. Then she glanced sideways at him as she spoke quietly, “I hate when you say it like that. Quiet. Gentle. Like you’re trying to approach a deer without scaring it. Reminds me of when I used to get in trouble as a kid.”

“I was more stern than that,” Hank disagreed, with a shake of his head as he took a seat beside her. Sarah’s lips twitched as if she wanted to smile. But she hadn’t smiled since earlier when Tucker had made her laugh. He sighed, burying his hands in his coat pockets. “I’m worried about you, kid.”

“Isn’t it a little late for that?” She asked in a dry voice. When her joke missed its mark, Sarah shook her head. “I’m not your responsibility anymore, Hank.”

(Sarah didn’t know that Hank refrained from commenting on her calling him Dad all day and now it was suddenly Hank?)

“You’re my kid,” her pseudo-father disagreed quietly, looking at the young woman he had known since she was eight years old and took into his home at eleven, “It’s always going to be my responsibility to worry about you.”

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“He’s worried about her,” Erin said quietly to Alvin as she started filling up the sink to wash the dishes. Most of everybody was gone after the emotionally draining day. The ones to linger were family, Tucker with Autumn, and Annie with Travis, Connor, their unit, Trudy, and Sarah’s co-workers from Med.

“I think he has a right to. Doesn’t he? You probably remember it clearer than I do because you actually saw it while I only heard about it secondhand. You remember how hard Sarah took it after Camille died.”

Erin’s eyes widened as she turned to stare at the older cop. Because she did remember it. When everything with Sarah and Justin being shot, she didn’t even think about Sarah spiraling like she had with Camille’s death.

Because there wasn’t a version of the world where Sarah and Justin both didn’t make it through this. And yet, here they were in a world post-Justin Voight.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen, Al,” her voice broke, tears threatening to spill over.

“I know. But it did. And now Hank is doing what he can to make sure she doesn’t disappear again.”

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“I think you need to talk to someone,” Hank wasn’t sure how else to say it. How did he explain how much his youngest daughter was scaring him because he wasn’t even sure she was allowing herself to grieve. How could he ask her to see someone when she was a physiatrist? When she could probably see the signs, but was more than likely actively ignoring them in favor of anger? When Sarah remained silent, he continued. “Sarah, I know you’re angry-”

“Of course I’m angry!” Sarah exploded, standing up. She paced a few steps forward before she whirled around to face her pseudo-father. Her arms flailed out in anger while tears welled up in her eyes. “Because no one understands that I’m the reason Justin is dead! If he hadn’t been protecting me…he’d still be here! No, instead they’re comforting me and checking on me when I don’t deserve that because the truth is I got your son killed, Hank.”

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lola-andheruniverse · 6 months

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Fix It Wednesday - Caryl Fanfiction Rec

Dear fellow caryler, I'm over the moon to have Melissa and Carol back! I can't even describe how much I missed them both. My hope for caryl canon is reborn! But..can you imagine if we didn't have to go through any of this? No S11 finale with Daryl leaving, no France, no shipbaiting with French nuns? What if S11A had happened according to the plans outlined in s9 and s10 with caryl getting together by the end of the Reapers/Leah arc? Hum..what if?

I'm talking about Off The Map, written by our dear @my-mt-heart, who decided to reimagine and fix the most polemic caryl story line ever to this date nervous laugh, while 1) giving Carol her deserved spotlight as a main character and 2) juggling all the others story lines we were given by TPTB on those 8 episodes. It's an ambitious story posted on 9Lives, and deserves every little bit of your love.

Summary: Imagine Maggie has no history with the Reapers at all, and it’s actually Carol’s idea to venture out into the D.C. area while Alexandria faces possible extinction. With tensions still running high between her and Daryl, they do their best to lead the mission together, but their search for more food quickly turns into the fight of their lives after a chance encounter on the road forcibly separates them. Now that Carol has a target on her back and Daryl is trapped in a dark past, what lengths will they go to in order to keep each other safe? Rating: M/Mature Chapters: 10 Word count: 55115 Published: April 16, 2022 - COMPLETE

I'm still a busy bee here, so I'll leave you with a little excerpt of this fic to get my point across:

"Open it?” Considering he had sounded so sure of himself before, it’s weird to hear his request come out as a question, like he’s suddenly shy and nervous. After a perplexed glance up at him, she unfolds the map, her eyes instantly pulled to something scribbled off to the side, something she doesn’t remember being there before. Her breath catches in her throat. I’m supposed to be with you. Never letting go.

Go on, give it a try! You won't regret it. I will never get tired of saying that feedback is love, so don't forget to leave a nice review to our author, okay? Caryl on, dear, caryl on!

#caryl #caryl positivity #caryl fic recs #caryl on #caryl fanfiction #caryl fandom #fix it wednesday #my fic recs

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hummingbird-of-light · 19 days

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Round 2: Eighteenth story for @badthingshappenbingo ~

We have a Bingo!

Title: His Weakness

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Character(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott, Leah McCoy, Chris Scott

Relationship(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott/Leah McCoy

Rating: ?

Words: 570

Prompt: Lured into a Trap

Warnings: Betrayal, ???

(You can also find this story on AO3)

~ His Weakness ~

His heart was racing as Robert "Robbie" Scott ran through the dark complex of halls, using every cover he was able to find on his way. With shaking hands, he kept the phaser close to his chest and tried to breathe as calmly and quietly as possible.

He swore silently. It had been a bad idea to come to this place. The Scotsman should have known it right from the start!

But Robbie had been stupid. And that was the reason why he was fighting for his life now, eliminating one foe after the other.

Not much longer and he would be able to escape the building. He glanced at his watch. He only needed to survive five more minutes.

He let his eyes wander around. There! A good hiding spot! If he stayed hidden behind that corner, Robbie would be sure to make it out alive. He quickly, but carefully crossed the short distance.

A weak smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax. Only five more minutes until it was over. He'd just have to wait.

However, Robbie's blood froze in his veins when he suddenly heard a familar voice screaming for help. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized to whom it belonged.

Leah!

It was his girlfriend's voice! Robbie's eyes widened in shock. She was in trouble!

He hesitated for the shortest amount of time, a bad feeling spreading inside his stomach, but eventually decided that he couldn't just stand there and wait when the love of his life was obviously in danger!

Taking one deep breath, Robbie got out of his hiding place and started running into the direction the voice had come from.

What awaited him was a horrible sight to the Scotsman.

Leah. Lying motionless on the ground.

Robbie shook his head in disbelief. No... that couldn't be.

As fast as he could, he got to Leah's side and dropped to his knees next to her body.

"Leah! Lass!"

His breathing fastened and he slowly reached for his girlfriend's shoulder to touch it.

But he didn't get that far.

A loud noise and the green light on his vest turning red settled Robbie's end and he couldn't help but frown when Leah's shoulders suddenly started to shake and she turned around, laughing maliciously.

"Gotcha!"

Robbie looked over his shoulder to see his son's head emerge from behind an obstacle. He was grinning widely.

He... he had shot at him! Chris had actually taken him out of the game!

But...

Robbie's head whirled back to Leah and he saw that the light on her vest was blue instead of green.

"Wha-... when did ye switch sides?!"

Leah slowly sat up, brushing a strain of hair out of Robbie's face. She gave him a pitying look.

"When Chris offered me the chance to do so," she returned with a shrug of her shoulders.

Robbie couldn't believe it! His girlfriend and son had actually lured him into a trap! Just to win!

"Ye tricked me."

"We sure did, sweetie, we sure did," Leah chuckled before she pulled Robbie closer to her to whisper into his ear. "But thank you for coming to my rescue, my handsome knight."

Robbie just sighed. They just knew about his weakness too well.

But one thing was for sure. He'd never play laser tag with Leah and Chris ever again.

#bad things happen bingo #prompt: lured into a trap #fandom: star trek aos #fanfiction #robbie scott #leah mccoy #chris scott #robbeah #whump #betrayal

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silkendandelion · 10 months

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Pomegranates, A Stardew Valley fanfiction

Pairing: Lance (SVE) x Farmer (male)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Farmer Max didn't listen to the wizard's warning and encounters a spell that shows him a version of his life where he married Elliot, instead of Lance. Hurt/Comfort, happy ending.

AN: Spoilers for Lance's 10-heart event and several late game quest lines, references to the outcome of these quests or rewards. Player is an OC with established characteristics, story, mannerisms. It's fine, we have fun anyway.

Rated Teen and Up Audiences for sexually suggestive content, unsafe situations, characters worried about infidelity (No actual cheating). One-shot. Cross-posted to Ao3 here. Send me a DM: yell at me, send flowers. Cheers.

He always saved the best pomegranates for Elliot.

The shiniest fruits of the batch, so heavy with juice they nearly jumped off the branch and redder than wine-stained, kiss-swollen lips. They always got washed separately, scrubbed twice, and packed in a box that had become known as “Elliot’s box” because of the blocky, handwritten label that declared it.

“That time of the year again?” Lance smiled as he set his satchel on the kitchen floor, mindful of the farmhouse’s stone counter-tops ever since they discovered that life elixir is surprisingly acidic. Luckily, the microwave now hides his shame.

“Just in time for his birthday too, since the summer was so cool,” Max said, clicking the crate shut.

“Well, I’m off to the Highlands.” Lance glanced in the fridge while the farmer tugged on his boots. The sticky rice he made the night before was untouched, a cursive note that read ‘goodnight, my love’ still attached to the top.

Poor farmer, he works so hard, he thought. “Actually. There’s not much to do the first week of the season, besides observations. If I only do a half day, I could make it back by say… 8 o’clock? What do you think, love, want to quit early with me?”

His mushy thoughts of hiking up to the bath house and splitting a pot of cider on the couch were dispersed by Max reaching for his coat with a wince. “I’m sorry, honey, probably not. Leah wants to do a brunch thing tomorrow for Elliot’s birthday and I gotta turn in early if I’m gonna finish the chores before I go.”

Lance opened his mouth to point out the flaw in his plan, but settled for a frown as he slung his satchel over his shoulder. “No worries, love, just a thought.”

They parted ways with a kiss, soft and sweet: the farmer’s preferred choice of apology when he knew Lance wasn’t actually looking for one.

“Stay safe up there. And say hi to Marlon for me if you see him,” Max said.

“Of course. Safe travels, farmer,” Lance teased him with a smirk.

He watched Lance leave their homestead and down the road, the smell of freshly-tilled soil washing away the scent of his husband’s soap before he even turned the corner. By the fifth day of the season, the crops were all settled into their neat little rows, the promise of pumpkins already in curly little saplings, and colorful mushrooms peeking up from plush, sleepy grass. The trestles by the fence would have grapes on them soon enough—best to keep an eye out for Petunia then, lest his horse be tempted out of her stall and he find her foundered in her sin.

Elliot loved the fall.

And Max almost slapped himself as he started the rest of his chores.

The wizard had warned him, “you can peruse my library at your leisure, but don’t touch any of the books behind that altar. It’s for your own safety,” and gestured to a menacing golden creature atop a spell circle, the statue’s ruby eyes seeming to follow him around the candlelit room.

It was one book.

A simple spell, just a single, short paragraph among the hundreds of others, found by parting the book to a random number and beginning in the middle of the page. The spell explained itself to have no ingredients, casted only by reading, though Max couldn’t have guessed how literal the instructions were.

“Spirits alive, spirits alike, spirit made flesh. The mind is a shallow cup, cursed to overflow with too many memories, but the soul remembers. Never forget, dear spirit. Recall your journeys, dear spirit… allow us to enter your mind, spirit. And look with us.”

Even Max knew not to speak aloud from spell books, but just reading the words left him breathless, his wheeze condensing in front of his face. He slammed the book shut, quick and careful to replace it on the shelf exactly as it had been found before fleeing back to the warp hall, his fumbling hands yanking at his coat’s zipper.

“Too creepy… Never again,” he said, believing now that Magnus wasn’t exaggerating when he placed the shelf off limits.

But the spell was already cast, brought to life by being read, and Max found himself visited by the most vivid dream he’s ever had—and hasn’t had one like it since.

A farm, what must have been his farmhouse, and an autumn day like today. A striped cat rushed to the kitchen under his feet while the writer hummed at the stove, his ginger hair pulled back to the nape of his neck.

“Good morning! Come eat, darling, I made your favorite.”

He never cared for pancakes but his stomach growled regardless, heart squeezing unbidden when the writer fluttered over to greet him with a milk coffee kiss.

Lance drank his coffee black.

It wasn’t his farm, not his cat, not his husband, so why did it feel so warm?

Why did he wake up missing the rosy lens of that other place? With syrup on his tongue and a pain in his chest for a man he’s never looked at before with anything other than friendship? His heart sank, belly cold as he rolled over to seek the warm back of his sleeping husband, minding the pomegranate hair draped over his pillow.

“Mm—hello,” Lance rumbled with fondness, awoken by the way the farmer squeezed around his middle.

“Go back to sleep, Lance,” he said against his hair. The smell of magic never did manage to wash out, like lightning in a forest. A happy huff was his only reply, though Max would stay awake for the rest of that night, and for days after.

He never should have read from that damn book.

The dream wasn’t anything more than a glimpse. He didn’t know the farmer’s story, who raised him, but he knew why his belly twinged when the writer kissed him. And if this flash of a feeling could haunt his thoughts in broad daylight, he knew he would die if he ever knew the truth about their entire life together, killed gloriously by the knowledge of one single lifetime, out of the thousands this other valley might know.

And he would never recover if Lance knew.

How could he ever say that in another life, some other place just like their valley, he was married to Elliot? And that they were so happy?

He couldn’t, he would rather jump naked into a bath tub of lava slimes than hurt Lance.

Lance, who when he was contemplating giving up farming to be a full-time adventurer declared with that self-assured grin that Max was the only one who could help him with his research.

Lance of the First Slash Clan, seasoned adventurer, who becomes as red as his hair, suddenly shy when Max reminds him that on his first visit to the First Slash Guild Hall, he took off his clothes and suggested they squeeze into the single bed.

The same man who when Max came to him with the insane idea to turn their cellar into a guild hall, didn’t poke holes in his dream or complain about how much the construction would cost, instead swelling with pride to say “My farmer, always thinking of others.”

Lance, whom without the world would have no spring.

Max looked at the crate in his hands, having walked all the way to the beach after his chores, and knocked on Elliot’s door with his boot. What am I doing?

“Max, hello there!” He opened the door with a gasp. “Are those for me?”

“What—yes. Fresh from Haddenfield,” he said reflexively, pulled from his thoughts to follow Elliot inside and put the crate on the piano bench for unpacking.

“Oh, they’re beautiful,” he said, holding one up to the window to admire it’s ruby glitter. “Won’t you let me pay you this time?”

“No no, of course not,” Max waved his hands. “I brought it to you without asking, it’s a gift. Happy birthday.”

“Well, thank you.” Elliot bowed his head, but was struck by a thought. “Wait. This is heavy, too big for Petunia. Did you walk all the way here? Let me make you a cup of tea before you go.”

Max remembered the smell of green tea from his dream, knowing what he would offer even before Elliot opened the metal canister. “I’ve got green tea, do you mind a travel cup?”

This life is enough. No memory, intangible and false, will come between him and his valley.

“I’ve actually gotta get going. Somewhere to be. Thank you, Elliot, and happy birthday!”

“Thank you, Max, please be careful. Say hi to Lance for me!” He called as Max was already marching his way up the beach with a wave. ____ ___ __ _

Good, Marlon didn’t take the boat, he thought as he found the dinghy by the mountain dock, tied and ready. The trek to the Highlands always managed to be twice as long when you were in a hurry, and Max prayed the clouds gathering overhead would hold off on their rain until he made it to the outpost.

A distant crackle of thunder caught Lance’s attention, and he paused his note-taking where he was crouched beside a sleeping mushroom sprite.

“That’s enough for today, I guess,” he said, accidentally startling the creature awake and having to cast a recall spell to avoid its tiny rage.

On the river, Max struggled with the frantic sail of Marlon’s little boat, holding his own against the wind despite the way the waves slapped against its fragile sides.

“I can hear the conversation now—Sorry Marlon, I took your boat out into the storm without your permission but it was all for love! No no, it’s in pieces but I’ll buy you a new one, I promise.” Max yelled to no one as the little boat bobbed and thrashed around the last bend before the dock.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Inside the outpost, Lance closed the line on his emergency phone when no one answered.

“He must be on his way home… oh, I hope he’s all right,” he said, going to pilfer his satchel for supper.

“Oh no,” he groaned, realizing his packed dinner was still in the fridge at home, probably next to the forsaken sticky pudding.

“Crumbs,” he said with a huff. Rain on the stone roof meant it was too late to try to fish, too far to try to go home.

A loud thud came from the direction of the dock, heard clearly even through the heavy wooden door, and the hair on his arms stood up.

Debris from the storm? No, it sounded like a person. Marlon? But why? It could also be a monster.

“The warding should keep them away…” Unless the storm fractured my spell circle.

The lumbering came again, closer now, until both Lance and the mysterious noise stood on opposite sides of the door.

His fingertips sparked with a welling of magic. “Aureus lux—“

The door flew open to crash against the opposite wall. “DAMN it all—”

“Max!” Magic leapt from his hand to scorch across the stone wall, but at least the attack hadn’t landed on his soaked husband, frozen in the doorway.

“Did you just try to zap me?!”

“Of course I did! How am I meant to know you’re the one stomping around like a Golem in the middle of a storm? What are you doing here?” He helped the farmer inside, setting him down at his workbench to begin taking off his boots. His fingers shook on the dripping laces, but not with magic.

“You’re soaked—what were you thinking?! What if the boat crashed, how would I ever even know what happened to you? Drowned, or, or—” Max hushed him with the hand that wasn’t holding his bag.

He pulled him close, uncaring he was likely dampening Lance’s shirt, he needed to feel him before he floated away. “You forgot your dinner.”

Lance blinked at him, watching the farmer open his bag to take out two portions of curry and a bottle of wine. Blue Moon, his favorite. “No hard feelings that it’s not from Haddenfield,” Max said, like every time he gifts it to him with the same cheeky grin.

“Have dinner with me? Maybe?” He tries again when Lance is quiet.

“That was an incredibly foolish thing you did,” Lance finally says, flat, but his eyes are soft when he pulls him into a long kiss. They can hardly tell which one of them deepens the kiss first, lips sliding and tasting of petrichor by the time they part to breathe.

“… So you’re not mad?” Max says, dazed and a little warmer where his jacket collar bows away from his skin.

“Of course I’m angry. But I’m also helplessly in love with you, farmer.” He shakes his head and reaches for the bottle.

“I’ll open the wine if you’d like to change your clothes.”

“You have extra clothes here?”

“No,” he says, flat again, and punctuated by both the pop of the cork and his affectionate smirk.

Well, at least the bed is dry, he thinks as he sits in his underwear. Lance never stayed mad for long, and by the time they finish supper he’s coaxing the farmer under the duvet and into his arms. For body heat, he insists, not because the outpost bed, while bigger than the one at the guild hall, is still a squeeze for two grown men.

“It reminds me of that first night at the First Slash,” Max said, accepting the wine bottle when Lance passed it to him.

“Oh Yoba, hasn’t my heart been through enough tonight?” Lance rubbed his tired eyes, albeit smiling behind his hand.

“Don’t be embarrassed, you were very charming,” Max grinned and passed the last sip back to him.

“How long had we been dating? Not long at all, and I threw myself at you.”

Max grabbed his hand to invite his gaze. “I caught you, didn’t I?”

Lance waited a beat, eyes softening as he squeezed their hands. “Yes, you did. Handsome farmer, I couldn’t help but need to know how you felt.”

“I promise, the fact that you were pressed up against me with your abs out had no influence on my answer.” Lance’s chuckle made his stomach flip, a familiar feeling he wanted to happen over and over for him alone.

He drifted easily into a useless dream about keeping Petunia away from the grapes, deeper than he’s slept in weeks, and wondered if pomegranates would be important in his next life too.

#stardew valley #stardew valley expanded #lance sve #lance stardew valley #lance x reader #lance x player #original character #do player fics count as x reader?#stardew oc #stardew farmer #oc fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #hurt/comfort #pomegranates #x reader #x oc

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frostcorpsclub · 1 year

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Aaaaa I apologize if this isn't a good prompt since I'm not great at making prompts in general lol. But I definitely wanna at least try.

You've insinuated before Suzy can remove her skin. Does she do this often/when does she do it? (Mainly inspired by the concept of "degloving", if you know you know)

Chapter 1, Forest For The Trees

Story under the cut, chapter two containing the meat of your request in progress.

All Leah wanted was to take in the natural beauty of the forest.

Unable to sleep late into the night she donned a coat and made her way into the beckoning woods, a sketchbook under her arm and a pencil tucked into an inner pocket. She had done this many sleepless nights before and could normally find a flat rock to sit on.

The moonlight hitting just between the barren tree branches lit her work.

Leah spent her whole life in the cold, she felt prepared. She didn't intend on exploring so far it would be impossible to find her way home and the crunch of the snow beneath her boots was a familiar, joyful feeling. Gently whispered memories were stronger than the winds blistering howls.

The way the wind blew her long blonde hair felt more like her mother's loving fingers than a warning.

So she pushed forward.

Finding her favored spot o nce again she groaned, the dirt freshly moist from the fallen snow. This didn't deter her much. It was always much more cozy in her bed after these outings. She would drift away like her bed was being rocked by a gentle sea.

Tonight her dreams were the closest thing to inspiration she could find.

She sucked her teeth as she looked around, finding no humor in making it all this way only to find herself more tired than she knew. Leah reached into her jacket to grab her pencil anyway, the wool reminiscent of her big fluffy comforter.

Perhaps, she pondered, if she rested her eyes, even just for a moment, she could replenish some of her energy and the ideas would start flowing.

These woods were a friend, open armed and willing to share their secrets.

A rock in front of a tree wasn't an ideal resting spot, but it proved dangerously comfortable this time. The silence was enveloping and warm, and within minutes, she had drifted off to sleep. As hours passed, Leah's rosy red cheeks became a more irritating crimson. If she sat there much longer she would be a popsicle by morning.

Leah was finally awoken by the snapping of a tree branch. Her symptoms hit her within seconds of regaining consciousness.

"Oh what did I do to myself…"

She mused out loud, rubbing her face with her hands like she might start a fire. It felt like someone was squeezing her head. Short naps always tended to give her headaches but it was clear this was from the cold.

Leah was even more exhausted than she was before she fell asleep. Working off her few hours of sleep she stumbled up straight and began to wander aimlessly.

Even in this state, she was confident her feet would take her the right way home. Even as the concentration of trees became more dense. Even when the terrain was the exact same in every direction.

In her mind's eye the trees grew upwards into an all encompassing cage.

A crisp, grassy scent was replaced with stale dampness. Mold and mud that crunched with each step, crumbling animal bones under foot. It wafted upwards and replaced her breath with the stench of death.

Another twig snapped, and then three more.

Her heart rate slowly climbed and nausea began to bubble up in her stomach, not only was she utterly lost, but she clearly wasn’t alone.

As quickly as this thought entered her mind there was a tug on her jacket.

Leah let out a loud groan. Her head hit the rocky soil just soft enough to leave her alive. Only for her face to be targeted next.

One, two, three, four.

The pain was thin and searing.

Her head was swimming from her trip to the ground, everything was a slur of brown and black with a foggy blue veneer. The first thing she saw clearly was blood-red, drawn to touch her wound.

Hidden behind her hand stood a being she couldn’t quite describe. Too close to her face to be tall, wide and soft like hills of snow.

Ginger curls wriggling like maggots hid skin so pale it was nearly translucent. It looked as though its hands were consumed by a deep purple infection. Leah was left to lay there, paralyzed, observing the rusted box-cutter it held.

“Who are you?” Leah croaked.

It had just been standing there. Watching her like it had all the time in the world.

Her warm body had been there so long the snow bit and seethed every moment it touched bare flesh.

Being mere inches away it was clear that this thing had been there much longer.

With bones chilled to the marrow the cold was drawn to it, radiating back towards anyone helpless enough to have warm blood.

It took a step forward causing Leah to struggle up onto her elbows.

Peaking in a shriek it swung forward once more. It left her sweater torn from the neck to her chest, barely nicking the skin underneath. Quarters were so tight it had to have been missing on purpose.

The puny weapon it held was no match for the filthy claws at the ends of its frost-bitten fingers.

This was a sick, frustrating game. There was nothing behind those eyes, no concern if Leah died slow. In fact, it was what it wanted.

It tangled Leah’s hair in her fingers and pulled back, her long neck fully exposed, pressure causing the bones of her spine to push against her skin.

“I’m Suzy Snowflake.”

It- she finally spoke.

A voice as thin and sharp as the blade held to Leah’s neck, the words bouncing from the monstress’ stretched lips like a song. Leah looked straight up to see her flesh inches away from the ugliest smile there ever was. Two big gapped teeth flanked by a gaping cave of stalactites.

Leah’s body spasmed against all of its survival instinct.

Suzy’s breath was peeling skin from her face, the hot tears that welled up burning before vaporizing in the cold. Her sinuses felt like fly paper. She’d give anything to grab that blade from Suzy and scrape out the stench of rotten strawberry jam. Roadkill so sweet it’d put you off chocolate.

Leah’s fingers dug into her sides in a bid for heat. The freeze numbed her skin yet she felt for a moment that she was going to die warm, only to realize that blood trickling down your neck could be balmy and light.

Time slowed and so did the already tortuous movement of her murderess’ hand.

“Look at me!”

Suzy’s shrill voice echoed through the forest.

Girlish frustration made her arm shake, stuttering her sharp line. It wasn’t going to kill Leah, the positioning was just right, but it did dig under the flesh. Through teeth gritted to sand Leah squeezed her body tighter, feeling another poke on her right hand.

In her final moments she had forgotten.

As her hand enclosed around her pencil Leah’s head swam with visions of how close the end of the forest truly was, even if she would die of hypothermia before she made it there. She had to try.

Determination buzzed red hot in her ears, shocking her system awake.

Electric tingles transformed her arm into a machine. A machine with the strength to push the pencil past each layer of her attacker’s skin, fight or flight mode making Leah oblivious to the flesh’s spongy resistance.

The rest of Suzy’s body was covered with a peanut brown sweater dress and a white fur coat. The only place she could target were those thick purple cankles.

Suzy’s top layer of skin cracked and flaked when it was broken open. The hole the pencil filled bulged and bubbled, whatever this thing was full of was trying to push it out.

Leah knew it wasn’t going to put her down forever but Suzy was distracted for a moment, leaning down to try and jimmy it out of her. The way the pencil dug in just right to practically write on her bones was an irritating feeling that tickled her stomach every time she moved. It was annoying and this thing clearly wasn’t very bright.

Leah flipped onto her stomach and crawled forward a few paces. The moment of clarity she was blessed with was quickly smothered as her body succumbed to the conditions.

Each inch felt like a mile. The cold dulled her senses in a way that ultimately worked against her. Leah’s burden was to carry around this bag of heavy loose bones.

Her assailant had seemingly given up on removing the pencil, the last thing Leah stayed to watch were her hands coated in thick dark blood, little oblong clumps spurting onto the ground.

Leah didn’t risk looking back but she sensed two cold eyes burning holes in the back of her head.

Suzy stood there and watched as Leah pulled herself onto a patch of ground littered with rocks. Both women knew she wasn’t going to get far, this forest was wide and vast.

Leah was finally making some distance despite each pebble digging into her skin.

Any second now that thing was going to pounce and tear her limb from limb. That thing was breathing as hard as she was. And then-

By G-d Suzy was laughing at her.

Leah was normally very shy, if a bit irritated by human interaction. Even so, something about Suzy was able to bring out a primal rage within her.

A cackle here, a snortle there. It made her think of a bully not a slasher, gaining on her like the tortoise and the hare.

“I don’t mind, get all your energy out now.”

Maybe it was petty, maybe it was justified, but in her thinning mind Leah began to hate her in a schoolyard way. The ground was rubbing dirt into each open wound that the gravel opened up but that nails on a chalkboard sound only made her grip harder.

“I do not intend on serving my children dirty meat. The more you struggle the more I have to clean and I am a very devoted mother.”

As Leah heard Suzy’s voice directly behind her she froze and folded. The way she rolled her arms under her torso reminded Suzy of roadkill.She popped her boxcutter in her mouth and sat hovering above Leah’s legs.

If she wanted to play dead like a possum then Suzy would treat her like one.

And she’d need her hands.

In her eyes, Leah needed to pay for keeping her from her babies for longer than necessary. Not to mention the new calf piercing.

She dug her claws into Leah’s shoulder with a little pinch and flipped her onto her back. All she got to see were the two big cheeks that came from Leah keeping sounds of pain trapped behind her lips.

That’s when she brought down the biggest rock she could get her hands on right into the center of Suzy’s porcelain dome. Suzy had taken a punch before but this left a decent sized dent in her skull, like the crater a meteor leaves when it hits the moon.

Leah had no reason to believe it would work. She missed her family and just wanted to make Suzy hurt again.

That’s why she stayed on the ground and watched her mini ginger goliath topple to the side and then just out of her sight. All at once Leah was left alone. The crunch of Suzy’s body falling onto the rocks and leaves faded long ago even though each second felt like an hour.

Leah slowly rose to her feet and saw that the ground to her left between the trees dipped down decently far. Suzy was face down in the dirt.

She was still running on adrenaline, which slowly filled her with a sense of paranoia. Suzy wasn’t a person, clearly, but Leah did not have a name for what she was. Nevertheless, the woman creature’s humanoid qualities made her think she might get in trouble.

Completely forgetting that her body was slowly shutting down from the cold anyway. They would both be corpses neither was going to get arrested.

She began using her numb hands as a shovel to push any loose dirt she could find on top of Suzy’s body.

She wasn’t going to be able to bury her but she got a decent pile going before busting off in the other direction as fast as her body would take her.

Leah had to rely on her body's internal navigation system once more and this time it actually worked.

The oppressive trees lessened in number and soon she could clearly see the sky, a deep blue with indigo and pink lapping at the horizon.

Leah hoped that the warm rising sun would take care of her if she couldn't make it.

Realistically, even if she wouldn't live to make the choice, she never wanted to go out into the woods again. She wanted to move out of this g-dforsaken state.

She was only a few feet away from the back door of her home before she collapsed.

As it all faded to black she could only think.

"Fuck, I left my work sketchbook in there. What am I gonna tell my professor?"

#Forest For The Trees #suzysnowflake #suzy frost #suzy snowflake #suzette frost #suzetteschneeflocke #suzette schneeflocke #request #writing prompt #writing requests #stabbing #body horror

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themosleyreview · 1 year

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The Mosley Review: Violent Night

Its that wonderful time of the year again and you know what that means. It is time for all the holiday music to truly be listened to at right time and definitely time to get your annual viewing of Christmas films marathon started. Every year I watch "It’s a Wonderful Life", "Christmas with the Joker" episode from the Batman: Animated Series and my favorite the first Die Hard film. Every year there is a film about Christmas that is always cheerful and features old Saint Nick himself. Some are fun and heartwarming like "The Christmas Chronicles" or sometimes a little more funny, crood and dark like "Bad Santa". What I haven't seen is an action film featuring Santa Claus in a situation where he is vulnerable and out of his element. Something that acknowledges his legend and maybe shows a more jaded hero. This film delivered that in spades and I loved every second of it. Now it wasn't only about the amazing amount of creative violence and hilariously well timed usage of classic holiday phrases, it actually was a heartwarming tale of how adults have forgotten how to believe in good and how powerful a child's belief can reinvigorate ones belief. It was a surprisingly smart action film that is of this generation, but also fun for the older crowd as well. I mean who doesn't want to see Santa save a family from armed goons comitting a heist on Christmas?!

David Harbour was absolutely perfect as a modern grumpy and heavily intoxicated Santa Claus. He is truly in his element as the every man that has almost lost his faith in humanity and I loved watching him fumble around while delivering presents. I liked that he wasn't jolly and his commentary on the state of gifts was hilarious and true. Once he gets involved with the action in the film, he was wild, funny and just awesome. He explores Santa's past and then quickly brings back the heart of the character in so many heartwarming moments. You can't help but love David as he takes Santa on a rollercoaster of emotion and creative action. Alex Hassell was good as Jason Lightstone as he tries his best to reconnect with his family. Alexis Louder was great as his estranged wife Linda and their chemistry was excellent. Leah Brady was outstanding as Gertrude "Trudy" Lightstone and she steals your heart in the best way the moment she's on screen. Most child actors can go too over the top or completely undercook the innocence of childhood, but she perfectly balanced. She really reignites the heart of Santa and I loved that she got in on the action as well. She pretty much is almost the R rated version of Kevin McCallister. Beverly D'Angelo was perfectly savage as Jason's mother and Trudy's grandmother Gertrude Lightstone. I always enjoy her on screen presence as she nails that "take no crap from anyone" attitude. Brendan Fletcher was fun as one of the henchman in the heist codenamed Krampus. He was such a good sociopath and I think he is truly an underrated actor. John Leguizamo is the head of the operation as codename Scrooge and my god was he amazing. I loved his dark sense of humor and relentless brutality. Once we get into his backstory, he really embodies his codename. I loved his dialogue with Santa the most and especially their fight scene. It was personal and sad. I'm so happy to see him back in the spotlight.

The score by Dominic Lewis was great and cheery in the right moments and then fantastically joyful and bombastic during the action scenes. I liked his subtle twist on the classic Christmas tunes like Silent Night and Carol of the Bells. They're in there and well hidden. The action in the film was expertly shot and I loved that you could see that most of it was David Harbour really doing it. All the fight scenes were creative and used their environments in the best way. I cheered so many times as a few ornaments were used in brutal ways. Like I said before, this film was exactly what you expect in terms of action, but it will definitely surprise you on how heartwarming the story truly is. This is definitely a new favorite Christmas film that I will add to my annual rotation. Let me know what you thought of the film or my review in the comments below. Thanks for reading!

#violent night #david harbour #john leguizamo #alex hassell #alexis louder #leah brady #beverly d'angelo #brendan fletcher

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FAWY Minis | Ch. 2 (Abigail POV)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Notes: TW for brief description of a suicide attempt.

This one takes place during chapters 2 and 3 of FAWY. There’s also a reference to Sophia, a Stardew Valley Expanded character who’s discussed briefly in chapter 13 of FAWY.

Abby’s a petty brat. But not really. She lies to herself as a defense mechanism or whatever and is clearly Not Okay. Hopefully I did a good job conveying that, if I didn’t do it enough in the main story :’)

Falling Away With You (main story)

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So, our squad ran into the new bitch on our way to our weekly Stardrop hangout, and it’s going just as poorly as I expected it to. The moment Sam excitedly ran up to her, I knew my night would be ruined.

I eye up the girl as she gets to know my friends, and cling to Sebastian’s arm when she addresses him. Gotta show her what’s mine… can’t let her get any ideas. Her cheeks redden a bit as they talk, and I smirk to myself. She looks so pathetic that it’s almost kinda cute. I wonder if she thinks she has a chance with Sebby…

After Sam teases me a bit for being “overprotective” or whatever, I notice that he seems totally smitten by this lady. That sucks, I suppose, but it would be cool if they become a thing. It’s not that I want her to get cozy with Sam, but he’s the more preferable option if she’s gonna try something with anyone in my friend group.

I ditch them to head to the saloon, using the rain as an excuse. Hoping that the alleged farmer will change her mind about crashing our hang out while I’m gone... I know it won’t work, but, y’know. Out of sight, out of mind. I hoped Sebby would come with, but as I slowly detached myself and walked away, he stayed put.

He has a weird look on his face…

He’s probably just as disgusted by her as I am. For sure.

When I enter the Stardrop, I wave to Gus over the crowded bar, hang my hooded denim jacket up, and lean against the wall near the coat hanger, people-watching while waiting on Sam and Seb to arrive.

A few old ladies from out of town are mingling in the booths over there with Evelyn. Cute, I guess. Clint is crying over a beer, over Emily, as he does. I wonder if he knows that it’s really not hard to find a quirky vegan yoga enthusiast with dyed hair.

My eyes shift left, and I see Marnie and Lewis pretending to conduct some kinda town business. Psh. The only business they’re doing is… yuck. I’m not even gonna finish that sentence. A bit further, and I catch that girl Leah and her boy toy staring at me. I wonder if they’re doing any “business.” I hate to admit it, but they’d probably be a cute couple.

Not as cute as Seb and I would be, though.

I poke my head out the door, curious what’s taking so long, just as Sam approaches. Nice! “It’s about time,” I snark.

Noticing that Sebastian and that thing are not only walking here together, but talking, I don’t even hear Sam’s response. So shocked that my ears temporarily stopped working. Since when has he been such a people person? It took me forever to get anything out of him, and now he’s just laughing along to anything she says?

I look up at Sam to see if he’s seeing this shit, and he gives me a look. “Abby.”

“Yes, I am Abby.”

He sighs. “Dude, you’re doing it again.”

“Doing what again?“ I furrow my brows. “You don’t think it’s fuckin’ weird that–”

“Dude!” he quietly snaps.

My eyes widen. He’s always gotten a bit snippy when I talk shit, but never… so quickly. Who shoved a stick up his ass today?

“Seb and I both hoped you would be done with your weird… thing with him after dating Soph.” Sebby thinks… what? “Just because there's a new girl in town it doesn’t mean you should revert back to being so–”

My heart sinks a bit, and I feel my eyes well up.

I mean, when I think of Sophia, I can’t remember the happy stuff. I just imagine her lashing out on me and telling me I was “too much.” Our weird, unspoken competition over who was more mentally ill in our relationship. I don’t think I’ll ever not be able to remember her pale face and swollen eyes and bloodied, gauze-wrapped wrists, and seeing her surrounded by glass and pill bottles and then being rolled into the ambulance and– fuck.

I have to stop.

I can’t do this here.

When I think of Sebastian… everything feels better. All the noise and intrusive images that constantly raid my thoughts seem to fade away. He was my first real friend. The first person to ever openly like- like me. Plus, he gets me, I think. And I’d like to think that I get him, too.

I poke at the corners of my eyes, trying to prevent any falling tears from fucking with my eyeliner. God, I look so weak. I fucking hate crying around other people. Why did Sam have to bring Sophia up?

Sam puts a hand on my shoulder and softly reassures me. “Sorry, I just… nevermind. I’m sorry I said that.” I nod. I don’t wanna talk. Too worried that I’ll actually cry. “Let’s just have fun tonight, okay?”

I nod again, and take a few deep breaths. Few seconds in – hold it for a little – then slooowly out. Just like Dr. Haywood taught me. I’m good. We’re fine. This is fine.

When I hear footsteps outside, I pester Seb like nothing happened, pulling him in so we can get some booze. Yoba knows I need it.

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After we all get situated, I challenge (y/n) – interesting name, I suppose – to a game of 20 questions. What better way to figure out my new nemesis than to probe her?

I ask her what type of people she’s into, hoping she’s gay or some shit. I feel like a fuckin’ narc trying to get any info out of her. Lady’s stubborn. She keeps dancing around the question, but I keep trying anyway, until suddenly–

“Are you hitting on me, Abigail?” she purrs through a sip of beer.

Her (e/c) eyes bore into mine. They’re intense. They’re… really fucking pretty actually oh god damnit all.

My face heats up and I start chugging my own drink, knowing that I would never think these things while intoxicated. Drunken words are sober thoughts, yadda yadda… I do not soberly think (y/n) is actually pretty. She’s a stupid slut probably. And I hate her. Yeah. There we go.

Finally she answers, basically giving me as little information as she’s been giving. “They were all taller than me,” she announces.

I’m like, 5ish feet tall, probably. And she’s practically the same height as me.

It’s not fucking hard for us to find people who are taller than us to date.

I give up and prompt (y/n) to take her turn. She asks about my hair. How original. I tell her it’s my favorite color, amethysts are delicious, all the obvious… then, I make up some shit about how it just stopped growing in my natural color at some point, because of magic or some shit. I’ve got to liven the conversation up somehow. Plus, it’s not like she’ll ever know that I actually have a cabinet in my closet that’s filled with purple dye for touch-ups.

If she doesn’t believe me, she doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t even challenge me. She just accepts my words at face-value. Won’t look me in the eyes though, so who knows what’s going through that pretty ol’ head of hers…

“The first thing that came to mind when I first saw you outside,” she tells me, finally looking at my face, “was that your hair reminds me of amethysts.”

“Oh!” I respond, flattered by her reaction.

…Well ain’t SHE JUST A DOLL?

I can’t stop the smile that plasters my big dumb face as I reply to her, “That’s really cool actually. Thanks!”

Abigail Renée Parrish, get your shit together! You’re not supposed to smile! Have some respect for yourself!

Snapping back into gear, I move on. “I have more questions for you, lady.” Perfect. Let’s just get back to business.

“Sure,” (y/n) says with a mouthful of pizza. “Hit me.”

Oh, how I’d love to.

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By the time Sebby and Sam are done with their game, I learn the following about (y/n) and take mental notes of it all:

She’s not really a vegetarian, but tries to avoid meat. How nice of her.

She’s, like, bi or something, but doesn’t want a label. Just settled on “queer,” for now. Why does that kind of excite me? Why should I give a crap?

She’s a gamer. I wonder how good she is at Prairie King…

She studied psych in college. And yet, she’s trying to be a farmer, all of the sudden? Whatever. Weirdo.

All that, amongst other things. Nothing too fun or exciting. She got so tipsy that she eventually stopped asking me questions back, which was fine by me. The less she knows, the better. I’m a little tipsy myself, but at least I can hold my fucking drinks.

“You two having fun?” Sam asks, making himself cozy next to (y/n) while Seb slinks down into the cushion next to mine. (Y/n) looks so small, cozied up next to Sam like that. Is that how small I look?

Is that how cute me and Sebby look right now?

She nods at Sam, and thanks him for inviting her to hang with us. “I’m not usually social,” she claims. “It feels weird, but I like it!”

Look at her, being all cute and shit… Wait, no.

I roll my eyes at her response to him, but I smile.

What the fuck? Why am I doing that?

I gotta get away from this… this wench . Quickly!

“Yo,” I nudge Seb, standing up and tugging at his sleeve. “I wanna dance.”

“No.”

“Why?” I whine.

“You know why.”

I mean, yeah, he hates dancing, but he does it with me every year for the Flower Dance. Why can’t he just, y’know, work with me a little here? I pout out a hmph before turning to face Sam and (y/n).

“Let’s go, bitch.” I tug at Sam’s hands, trying to pull him out of the seat.

He glances sideways at (y/n), then at me, and his big, shiny eyes tell me he’d rather hang out with her. Too bad, I think to myself. “I don’t feel like it. I just wanna chill out for now.”

“C’monnn,” I pry. I pull again, raising his arm and spinning under it before continuing to shimmy along to the beat from the jukebox. “You know you wanna!”

He looks me dead in the eyes, as if he’s trying to seem grumpy. Then, a smile curls onto his lips and he starts shimming too. “Alright, alright.” Perfect.

I glance at (y/n). Hmm. Asking her defeats the purpose of my plan, but like, I feel as if I can’t not ask her. She seems kinda zooted, though.

…Look, I’m just doing this for Sam, okay?

“What about you?” She tilts her head. Was she even listening? “Come dance with us.”

“No,” she shakes her head, wide eyed, waving her hands in front of her. Her sleeves look like paws, clutched around her fists like that. “I-I’m not much of a dancer,” she nervously laughs. “It’s not my thing.”

“Boooringgg,” I sing at her, before pulling Sam across the room with me.

As we groove, Sam and I just have our usual banter about games and the band and shit. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything about Sebby or the new girl. Every once in a while, though, I can’t help but glance over at the two of them. Her and Seb were on separate couches originally, both just lazily watching the people around the saloon in their natural habitats. Now, they’re practically draped over each other.

I can’t even try to blame her for being a dumb slut or something, because Seb’s the one who went to her couch. What gives?

Feeling a little cranky about the situation, I don’t notice the stink-eye I’m shooting at (y/n).

Why does Seb seem to tolerate her so much? Why did it take so long for us to become friends, but they seem to be hitting it off instantly? What does that cretin have that I don’t?

And if she thinks my hair is so pretty, and that I’m so cool, and whatever the fuck else she said earlier to flatter me and woo me and whatever, then why the fuck is she making such googly moogly lovey dovey shitty little eyes at his ass?!

“You good, Abby?” Sam asks, noticing the angry, and probably confused, expression on my profile. I turn his way, nod, and then resume my grumping. He follows my eyes, and gleams at the sight of the emo man and farmer girl getting so… buddy-buddy over there.

“Holy shit,” he mutters. “You go, dude,” he cheers on Seb from afar.

My eyes widen at Sam and my brows furrow, before I turn back and see Seb glaring at me. He’s gnawing at his lip, which would be totally fucking hot if he didn’t look angry.

Is he mad at me? Or did she do something to piss him off?

He silently answers my question, standing up and reaching out a hand to help (y/n) up too. Then, they head outside.

Together.

Alone.

#FAWY #sdv #stardew valley #sdv fan fiction #stardew fanfic #sve #stardew valley expanded #sebastian x reader #stardew sebastian #stardew valley fanfic #sebastian #sdv sebastian #sdv abigail #stardew valley abigail #sdv abby #jealousy #possibly triggering

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Love Mike

by fangirlingtoclosetothesun (dsmp_fangirl)

LOVE, SIMON + STRANGER THINGS BECAUSE WHY NOT I love both of these things with all my heart and at 3 am God herself whispered in my ear "hey. make it Byler." and who am i to argue so here we are

(the symbolism in naming this love, Mike 🤭 im so funny)

pls ignore all of my unfinished projects please im sorry

mostly based off of the movie, but im adding in some things from the book and original stuff to make the story flow a lil better

Characters:

Mike Wheeler: Simon Spier Will Byers: Bram Greenfeld El Hopper: Leah Burke Lucas Sinclair: Nick Eisner Max Mayfield: Abby Suso Dustin Henderson: Garrett Laughlin Holly Wheeler: Nora Spier Nancy Wheeler: Alice Spier Robin Buckley: Ms. Albright Steve Harrington: Some random new teacher haha Jonathan Byers: guess what Bram has an older brother now wow so cool Troy Walsh: Martin Addison shutting the fuck up now please enjoy my first Byler fanfic that ive been manifesting for like 2 yrs

Words: 2422, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), Love Simon (2018)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Troy Walsh (Stranger Things), Mentioned Joyce Byers - Character, Mentioned Jim Hopper

Relationships: Will Byers & Eleven | Jane & Dustin Henderson & Maxine Mayfield & Lucas Sinclair & Mike Wheeler, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper

Additional Tags: Inspired by Love Simon, Alternate Universe - Love Simon Fusion, ST but make it the best move to ever exist, Gay Will Byers, will and el are siblings, adding some things in bc i can, mostly based off the movie, but with some "blue" povs, basically thought what if i made my 2 favorite things, and did this, Siblings Will Byers & Eleven | Jane Hopper, Will Byers Loves Mike Wheeler, Mike Wheeler Loves Will Byers, Bisexual Mike Wheeler, Mike is Simon Spier, Artistic Liberties, trusting the process, Implied Sexual Content, Lesbian Robin Buckley, Robin is a teacher

from AO3 works tagged 'Will Byers/Mike Wheeler' https://ift.tt/mRCUk1O

#byler #michael wheeler #will byers

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emyslavenderlibrary · 2 years

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Simon vs The Homosapiens Agenda

Title: Simon vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda Author: Becky Albertalli Pages: 312 pages Genre: LGBT YA Romance Rating: ★★★★★

Synopsis:

Straight people should have to come out too. The more awkward it is, the better. Simon Spier is sixteen and trying to work out who he is - and what he's looking for. But when one of his emails to the very distracting Blue falls into the wrong hands, things get all kinds of complicated. Because, for Simon, falling for Blue is a big deal... It's a holy freaking awesome huge deal.

"Why is straight the default?"

My thoughts:

This was the first LGBT book I think I ever read. I don't really remember how I heard about it, but I remember getting it from Waterstones and devouring it in a day. I loved the mystery behind it and how it related to teenagers. That was something I think Albertalli did really well here, making the writing relatable to the teenagers who were reading it.

My favourite part of the book was definitely the ending. I know that sounds bad, but I actually liked it because the sheer amount of serotonin that was released by my brain when I read it. I loved their conversation on the Ferris wheel, and the kiss they shared. It was written so beautifully and it's a first kiss that I am envious of.

It was a very light-hearted read and I loved all the interactions between Simon and his friends, and Simon and Blue. I did feel sorry of Leah at times though because she was Simon's best friend but she was one of the last to find out that he was gay. The first person to find out was Abbie, who he had known the shortest, which was quite heartbreaking for Leah considering she probably felt like Simon thought of her as untrustworthy.

Simon and Blue are honestly one of my favourite book couples and I just love reading their story over and over again. This book is one of my comfort reads and is something I can read as many times as I want without getting bored.

Playlist:

Lay It On Me by Kasbo Counting Stars by OneRepublic I Don't Want To Be by Gavin DeGraw ILYSB by Lany Girls/Girls/Boys by Panic! At The Disco Boyfriend by Teagan and Sara Waltz #2 by Elliott Smith Born This Way by Lady Gaga Daydream by Leo Kalyan Colour by MNEK Be Yourself by Audioslave Wake Me by Bleachers It Was Always You by Maroon 5 Thinking About You by Radiohead Down by Marian Hill You Found Me by The Fray I Know A Place by MUNA Dance To This by Troye Sivan ft. Ariana Grande Heart Out by The 1975 Fall Over by Banks Can I Sit Next To You by Spoon Wicked Game by Chris Isaak I Will Wait by Mumford and Sons Brave by Tawgs Salter Yet by Switchfoot Close by Nick Jonas ft. Tove Lo Ooh by John Bellion All You Need Is Love by The Beatles Bloom by Troye Sivan

#book review #books #romance books #lgbtq #books and reading #ya books #becky albertalli #simon vs the homo sapiens agenda #love simon

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Jane Eyre 18/38 -Charlotte Bronte

Jane wished to see Rochester again but dared to meet his eye, she didn’t see him that morning but heard the servants talk about how he burnt his bed. She was about to talk to Leah who was scrubbing the windows when she saw Grace and didn’t see in her face one that would attempt murder. (do you expect everyone to look like Charles Manson) She decided to test Grace and ask about it, Rochester told them he fell asleep with a candle and says the laugh Jane heard must have been a dream. Grace seemed to cross question her asking if she checked and why she didn't bolt her door before sleeping every night. She cautions Jane, it’s wise to bolt the door to be on the safe side. “A deal of people, Miss, are for trusting all to Providence, but I say Providence will not dispense with means, though he often blesses them when they are used discreetly.”p.156 (so she’s knows something but won’t say anything)

During dinner, Jane thought of Grace’s character, why she wasn’t given into custody or dismissed. Why didn’t Rochester say anything about it and swear her to secrecy. Did Grace somehow have him in her power, could it be former tenderness, she probably wasn’t pretty years ago but neither is she. “you are not beautiful either, and perhaps Mr. Rochester approves you: at any rate, you have often felt as if he did; and last night-remember his words; remember his look; remember his voice!”p.157 (oh girl you got it bad) She quickly cast those thoughts and compassions to the grave, after all Bessie called her a lady and she is one now because of hopes and joys.

Jane believes she’d see Rochester before nightfall, she planned to ask him about Grace. She waited and Leah called her for tea worrying about her health since she ate so little today and tells Jane Rochester had left early that morning for a party and will be gone for a week. Jane asks about the ladies there, they’re beautiful and Blanche was at the last Christmas party, they sang together, there is a fifteen-year age difference. (Rochester is a creep)

Jane drinks more tea and thinks about asking on the possible union of Rochester and Blanche when Adele comes in. When she was alone again, she thought about it, “I reviewed the information I had got; looked into my heart, examined thoughts and feelings,”- “and endeavored to bring back with strict hand such as had been staying through imagination’s boundless and trackless waste, into the safe fold of common sense.”p.161 Called herself a fool for thinking she could please Rochester and be a favorite. Draw a line, draw Rochester and Blanche and next time she thinks Rochester fancies her, compare the pictures, would he waste his time on a plebian.

After ten days and no word of Rochester’s return and Fairfax wouldn’t be surprised for him to be gone a year. Jane started to feel disappointment but recollected her principles and humbled herself for ever thinking she had Rochester’s interest. Having nothing to do with him other than what she was hired for, don’t make him an object of her feelings. (damn she needs a friend to talk sense for her) She went about her day with vague notions she should quit Thornfield. “these thoughts I did not think it necessary to check; they might germinate and bear fruit if they could.”p.163 (is she subconsciously realizing how this is messed up)

After two weeks he sent a letter, he’ll return in three days and he’ll have guests with him. Those three days were busy cleaning and getting temporary staff getting rooms ready Adele was ecstatic and free from school duties, Fairfax pressed Jane into helping in the kitchen. Jane was so busy she almost didn’t have time to think of the third story unless she saw Grace come down for food before retreating. “all the rest of her time was spent in the same low-ceiled, oaken chambers of the third story: there she sat and sewed,-and probably laughed drearily to herself, -as companionless as a prisoner in his dungeon.”p.165 No one but Jane took notice of her isolation or discussed her position. Jane overhears Leah say she receives five times the pay and when noticing Jane told her companion Jane doesn’t know. (what doesn’t Jane know pretty much everything)

Everything was done the night before the party by afternoon they all dressed their best for the guests. At six John came up the road to tell all they’re coming in ten minutes, Rochester, two gentlemen and a lady on horseback with two carriages. Jane warned Adele not to get in view of the ladies as the party picked up in the hall and after they went to their rooms Jane went to get Adele food. When she had a full plate two guests came out and go downstairs and Jane was in awe of their elegance. (this could be read as Jane being blinded by their gild hiding their true nature of their high class but we don’t get anything on that) By ten the party was still going on and Jane told Adele stories to distract her and they listened to them from the drawing room. At eleven Jane carried Adele to bed as the guests didn’t retire until one.

The next day some left to see the town and Rochester and Blanche rode together, Jane and Fairfax talked about he favored her. Fairfax tells Jane she’ll meet Blanche after dinner since she mentioned to Rochester how Adele wanted to see the ladies. He rather insisted Jane be there too, Jane doesn’t like it but she’ll be there and Fairfax gives her advice on how to conduct herself. Jane prepared the excited Adele for the evening and found a nook in the drawing room to wait.

The eight, loud guests entered and Jane curtseyed them, some bent their heads in return. The tallest guests were the Lady Ingram and her daughters, Blanche and Mary, she regarded Blanche with special interest if it resembled the picture suiting Rochester’s taste. She didn’t know if Blanche was Rochester’s taste or what his taste was but most would admire her, he did. “I already seemed to have obtained proof: to remove the last shade of doubt, it remained but to see them together.”p.174

When the ladies entered Adele greeted them and spoke in French and English and she absorbed the attention. When coffee is served Rochester is the last to enter and Jane tried to concentrate on her knitting. He held her hand and heart full eyes. “What had occurred since, calculated to change his and my relative positions?”p.175 They were distant and she didn’t expect him to talk to her as he sat across the room to talk to the ladies. She couldn't help but look at him and feel pleasure and agony. “I had not intended to love him:”p.176 (oh honey you’re so young) The reader knows how she tried not to. She compared him to the attractive guests, it was nothing to Rochester and thinks he is of her kind not theirs. She knew she must conceal (Don’t Feel~) and he cannot care much for her, they are akin only in feelings and taste. “I must; then, repeat continually that we are for ever sundered:-and yet, while I breathe and think I must love him.”p.177 (he’s literally the only guy you’ve met)

The ladies were lively around the gentlemen except for Blanche who stood alone with Rochester at the mantlepiece. She asks him since he isn't fond of children why does he have Adele; she was left to him and he can't afford school. She points out Jane, the costly governess, more so for both of them, he didn’t think of it. Of course men don’t and Blanche says the dozen of hers were detestable, ridiculous and incubi. (so none of these teachers were effective and were trying to sleep around I’m thinking it was really you who was the problem) Lady Ingram loudly claims to see all the faults of Jane’s class and will tell Rochester privately, Blanche just says they are a nuisance. She and her brother recount those days distractions neglect etcetera.

They change the subject to music and at the piano Blanche complained of men these days and resolved her future husband to be her foil. She calls for Rochester to sing as she plays Jane thought to sneak away then but the tones froze her, Rochester had a nice voice. When the talk resumes she slips away but as she stops to tie a sandal, Rochester catches her and asks why she didn’t talk to him, it would disturb him. He notices she’s paler, she’s fine and he tries to get her to go back but she says she’s tired not depressed. He believes she is and is close to crying but excuses her and still expects her in the drawing room every night. “Good-night, my--”He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.”p.183

All sad and gloomy feelings were gone from the house with the merriment and liveliness of everyone. On rainy days, they played games and Jane was too self-conscious to join, Blanche called her stupid. (stupid is as stupid does) Rochester played in a pantomime of marriage, Eliezer and Rebecca, and Bridewell. Jane was too busy watching Rochester and Blanche to watch Dent’s (why can’t you be Harvey Dent this would make the book so much more enjoyable) turn and their closeness and glances, she couldn’t unlove Rochester but he stopped noticing her. His attention was now on Blanche, who’d scorn even her hems to touch Jane and avoid looking at her. (yeah she’s one of those how dare those peasants touch me people) She watched their courtship, “There was nothing to cool or banish love in those circumstances; though much to create despair.”p.187

You couldn’t call her pain jealousy and Blanche was beneath it, too inferior, she wasn’t genuine in her feelings. “she had a fine person, many brilliant attainments; but her mind was poor, her heart barren by nature: nothing bloomed spontaneously on that soil,”-”She was not good; she was no original: she used to repeat sounding phrases from books: she never offered, nor had, an opinion of her own. She advocated a high tone of sentiment; but she did not have the sensations of sympathy and pity: tenderness and truth were not in her.”p.187 (so she’s a cold heartless basic bitch) She slipped on her act, she treated Adele coldly, others saw too, even Rochester was conscious of it, Jane felt pain from it.

He was going to marry her without his love and she wouldn’t win it, “she could not claim him.”p.188 If Blanche had been good and kind Jane wouldn’t have felt jealousy and despair. Blanche failed to fascinate Rochester and fail to notice it. Jane saw the arrows miss and saw how they could not hit. (she’s talking about Cupid’s arrows) Jane thought Blanche could not truly like him, if she did, she wouldn’t need manufactured airs, if she just said less and looked less. She hadn't said anything to condemn the marriage but watching blamed them for conforming to the principles instilled in them but supposed they had reasons. If she was a gentleman, she would take a wife she could love but the advantages convinced her there’s arguments against it. “otherwise, I felt sure all the world would act as I wished to act.”p.189 (in some ways she’s ahead of her time)

She was growing lenient to Rochester and forgetting his, now she saw no bad. (oh girl girl he’s just a bag of red flags) She thought Blanche was happy to look and explore the abyss of his eyes and analyze their nature. For now, she only paid attention to the couple and not the rest of the party. Whenever Rochester left the room, his absence was felt and reentry gave vivacity.

One day he was gone for business some guests were playing quiet games listlessly until it was announced someone was coming. The guests rushed up and Blanche wondered why he returned ion a carriage when he left on a horse. It was a stranger who introduced himself as Richard Mason an old friend, the party dispersed until dinner and Jane watched him survey everyone. (hmm) The ladies gossiped about him until Henry called them over, Jane learned he was from a hot country the West Indies, where he was acquainted with Rochester.

The conversation turned towards the Romani (the book uses Gypsy) camp that was nearby one of the is in the servant's hall insisting on giving fortunes. Dent asks the ladies if they want to, Blanche wants the old woman dismissed, she refuses to leave until she tells their fortunes. The men want some fun, to Lady Ingram’s horror Blanche wants her fortune told. They call her in but she won't come for a vulgar herd and they must come to her one by one, Blanche orders her to the library.

She won't see the gentlemen just the single ladies, Blanche goes first despite her mother's protests. Fifteen minutes later she returned and met all their eyes with coldness and sat in silence. They asked how it went but she brushes them off and doesn’t really give an answer and thinks it would be better to put the woman in the stocks. Jane watches and assumes she was affected by what was said to her.

The other ladies didn’t want to go alone so permission was granted. Their time was the opposite of Blanche’s, they could hear giggling and shrieks. They returned half scared that she knew things from their childhoods, descried their homes and relations what they wished for. They wouldn’t tell the men what they were. While the others talked the footman told Jane the woman waited for her and Jane left silently and unnoticed.

#jane eyre #charlotte bronte #books #book summaries #romance #gothic fiction #social criticism #fictional autobiography #bildungsroman

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hii Becca! do you have a fic rec post for ceo harry? or rich harry? i couldn’t find it, so in case you don’t have it can you rec me some? thanksss

Hi, darling. I don't have any rec post, so I'm making this one for you. I hope you like it!

All I Want For Christmas Is You (And Your Children) by @CobaltVelvet (11k) | Mature

Harry finds himself at Tesco on December 24th for a quick grocery shopping with his daughter Leah. He thought he’d come back home with a few things for dinner (and probably a few that Leah slipped through the cart without him noticing). He absolutely did not think about the possibility of meeting a gorgeous single father of two children. And inviting him to his Christmas Eve dinner at home.

[Christmas Fic with single parents Harry and Louis, they meet at Tesco, Louis is struggling with money but no fear because Harry is there and it’s just really cute]

heart born out of fire by @bloody_blade0 (31k) | Mature

au where louis is a sad, sad omega in hiding who hides from everyone and trusts no one. until he does.

Manhattan From The Sky by @sincewewereeighteen (47k) | Explicit

Harry’s been raised to know that successful men do not fall in love. Louis believes that love is all you need to be successful in life. They meet.

And I’ll judge the cover by the book by @harrystylesandstuff (73k) | Mature

At twenty years old Harry has his life figured out. He’ll graduate from the private University of Buckingham and move to Oxford to study journalism. He’ll meet someone who shares his values and accepts who he is, and apply everything his successful parents have taught him.

At twenty-two years old Louis has no clue what he wants in life. He’s not sure he’ll pass the year and doesn’t know where he’ll go after that. He spends his time smoking away his doubts about himself with his friends and all he cares about is making sure his family doesn’t fall apart.

They don’t belong together.

Or a Private University AU where Harry is a queer posh prince, Louis is a closeted troublemaker, and neither expect to understand each other the way they will.

Strawberries & Cigarettes by @dimpled_halo (76k) | Explicit

Harry looks up and immediately freezes. Next to Ms. Archie stands the boy from just the other day. The boy with the leather jacket and chipped black nails, that might or might not be sketched in the very book Harry has just placed on the table in front of him. The leather jacket is missing today, probably because they aren’t allowed as part of their required uniform attire, but Harry can still see the fading black nail polish on his nails, and eyeliner around his eyes. Harry’s mouth goes a little dry. This boy is so intriguing to him.

“Ye-yes, Ms. Archie?” Harry tries to play it cool, but he’s almost positive that his cheeks are burning red, and he’s relieved neither of them can tell how fast his heart is beating in his chest.

The boy seems to also recognize Harry, because his lips curve into a knowing smirk.

“Harry is at the top of his class. He’s your best bet at getting familiar with things around here.” She explains.

Louis nods, his smirk still very prominent on his face. “Thank you Ms. Archie. I’ll be sure to take advantage of young Harold here.”

Summary: Two stories, eleven years, and the two boys that never stopped loving each other.

Consequences by @allwaswell16 (78k) | Explicit Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time. An amnesia au

satellite by @suspendrs-fics / suspendrs (99K) | Not Rated

“It’s been three years since I’ve had a proper hot meal,” Louis says finally. “I have no idea where my family is, or if any of them are even still alive. The only reason I’ve been able to keep myself alive for as long as I have is because I keep to myself, stay guarded, stay hidden. It’s the only way I know how to live,” he says.

Harry wants to cry, but he tries to put on a brave face when Louis finally meets his eyes. “You’re safe here. You don’t have to be so guarded around me,” Harry says quietly, earnestly.

“That’s very sweet of you,” Louis says, putting his fork down. “But yes I do. Especially around you.”

Or, Harry finds out that someone’s been living in his house without him knowing, but instead of kicking him out, he falls in love with him.

To Be Loved To Be In Love by @Angel_Dust (129k) | Mature

At 18, every Sub must take a Match Test to find their Dom.

Poor, Farm kid Louis Tomlinson is matched with Rich, Businessman Harry Styles.

Or, where Harry thinks giving Money, expensive presents and luxuries proves how much you love someone, but Louis is about to turn his world upside down.

Have Faith In Me by @stylinsoncity (183k) | Mature

As the son of Anne Styles, millionaire owner of one of the world's most luxurious fashion labels, Harry has spent his last seventeen years living in carefree extravagance. And now he's grown tired of it, along with the pressure from his mum to follow in her footsteps and the constant care given to him by her past assistants.

When his mum's newest assistant, Louis, moves into the guesthouse, Harry determines to be treated differently. To be treated like an adult. Except Louis is not at all what Harry was expecting...

This is a story about growing up, growing in love and having the faith to make it last.

#fic rec #ceo harry #rich harry

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Rating Stardew Valley Marriage Candidates Again but I’m at 8 hearts this time

Ok so it's been like 6 months, I've dedicated the past yearish of my life to this game (mostly just doing projects on the farm). I officially got all 8 heart events so this time I know the characters.

Alex: 8/10 - I don’t see why the fandom doesn’t like him. He’s sweet and he has a heartfelt storyline and he’s a himbo who plays whatever gridball is with me.

Abigail: 20/10 - she still eats rocks and i would still die for this alt bi gamer girl with cool hair.

Elliott: 7/10 - huge chaotic/flamboyant bi energy. He wrote a romance novel dedicated to me. He’s fun. I still like him.

Emily: 6/10 - she still can’t see the Juminos, who are the real MVPs of this game. But she has bird friends, which is pretty cool. She’s cute but just not my type I’m sorry. Unrelated can someone keep Clint away from her?

Harvey: 3/10 - He’s still too old for me and still kind of boring. This is my rating so I make the rules.

Haley: 10/10 - why do you guys not like her? She’s no more mean than Sebastian and Shane. She’s so cute and takes photos and has such high femme sapphic energy. I want to give her flowers and hold her hand.

Leah: 9/10 - huge sapphic energy I love her. She made me a statue! We don’t stan her ex. They suck.

Maru: 12/10 - i love a sapphic black woman in STEM.

Sam: 8/10 - He’s nice!

Sebastian: 7/10 - He’s fine. I see why you all like him. And I totally relate to the “you’re not my dad thing” but it still feels weird that he hates the only black guy in town. I can’t be too mean to a fellow emo programmer though.

Shane: 6/10 - Ok I agree he has a good story-line but that same story-line was also kind of triggering so I really can’t bring myself to rate him any higher than this. He’s the second most popular character on ao3 so you just have to deal.

Penny: 6/10 - she’s sweet but in a kind of boring way? Her two heart event felt... weird. Pam is a kind of shitty mom.

Krobus: 42301/10 - I would die for him. How do I get a void pendant? I want to be in a QPR with him and give him void eggs in the morning.

co-op players: 1000/10 - we go mining together and give each other flowers and it’s just nice.

#stardew valley #stardew valley bachelors #stardew valley bachellorettes #sdv #stardew valley abigail #stardew valley alex #stardew valley elliot #stardew valley emily #stardew valley harvey #stardew valley haley #stardew valley leah #stardew valley maru #stardew valley sam #stardew valley shane #stardew valley penny #krobus #stardew valley krobus #unded rambles

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Round 2: Fifteenth story for @badthingshappenbingo ~

Title: The Truth

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Character(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott, Chris Scott, Leah McCoy, Female Alien OC (mentioned)

Relationship(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott & Chris Scott, Robert "Robbie" Scott/Leah McCoy

Rating: M

Words: 775

Prompt: Hidden Scar

Warnings: Mentions of Violence and Slaughter, Mentions of Kidnapping, Major Character Injury, Disgusting Themes, Angst

A/N: Sequel to "Getting To Know Each Other",

"All That She Wants" and "My Dearest Robbie"

(You can also find this story on AO3)

~ The Truth ~

Robert "Robbie" Scott let out a trembling sigh as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. His hands held on tightly to the sink and he felt like he was about to throw up.

His stomach was turning and twisting as he thought about the events of the past few days.

His son being taken, the kidnappers trying to blackmail Robbie into committing a horrible crime, Chris being saved by the one person Robbie had hoped to never hear from again.

He closed his eyes and the image of a familiar alien woman appeared in front of them.

Nomira.

She had left him a message, saying that she was still watching him. Even though she had promised to stay away from Robbie and his family, the restaurant owner apparently kept her eyes on the Scotsman who had saved her life some time ago.

Mixed feelings filled Robbie's heart as he thought about everything the woman had done. One the one hand, he was grateful that Nomira had saved Chris. On the other...

He opened his eyes and let them wander down to his bare hip. A shiver ran down the Scotsman's spine as he remembered a cold knife touching the skin, cutting out a piece of flesh.

A little piece of him. It had been everything Nomira had wanted. And he had agreed to the deal to protect his loved ones.

"Dad?"

His son's voice echoed through the hallway that was leading to the bathroom, but it didn't quite reach Robbie's ears.

He was too focused on the scar, remembering all the blood that had streamed out of the cut. His breathing fastened at the horrible memories.

Nomira's restaurant. The revelation what kind of meat she was serving to her customers. The longing look in her eyes as she watched the butcher cut out the piece she wanted to try the most.

"Dad, are ye —"

The door to the bathroom opened and Robbie's head jerked up as he was pulled out of his thoughts.

The horrified eyes of Chris met his own shocked ones and at first both Scotsmen didn't know what to say.

Only slowly did Chris step into the bathroom where his father had obviously just gotten ready to take a shower. His eyes moved from Robbie's face back down to the hip. A... a piece of it... was just... just gone.

"What the —"

"Chris, I... this... it's nothing."

Robbie's words seemed to pull Chris out of his initial shock. His face twisted in anger and disbelief.

"That's not nothing! What the hell happened to ye!"

Robbie slowly shook his head, tears starting to fill his eyes as he bit his lower lip. No... no, no, no. Chris shouldn't have known! He never should have seen it!

"Dad!"

Hands grabbed Robbie by his shoulders and he could only stare at his son's begging eyes. Chris wanted an answer. He wanted to know the truth.

And... he deserved the truth. But Robbie couldn't tell him. He couldn't tell his son about the horrors he had endured without someone at his side to help him.

So he did the only thing he could.

"L-let me g-get dressed quickly and... and then I'll tell ye everything."

When he opened the door to his apartment and stared at his counterpart, Robbie couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?"

Arms wrapped around him in no time and Robbie leaned into the hug his girlfriend was offering him.

"It's... it's Chris," he whispered, barely audible, but Leah heard it.

"Chris? What's —"

Leah stopped as she looked over Robbie's shoulder and saw the young Scotsman standing in the living room's doorway.

He looked better than two days ago when Robbie had brought him to the hospital, however, something was definitely wrong. His face was stern as if something had happened.

"I w-was in the... bathroom. He... he saw what... what Nomi-" Robbie muttered, but his voice broke. Leah's eyes widened as she counted one and one together.

Robbie had told her what had happened. About Romulans having kidnapped Chris and about Nomira having been the one who had saved him. Robbie had insisted on his son moving in with him for some time.

A deep sigh escaped Leah's mouth and she slowly guided Robbie towards where Chris was standing.

"I suppose... it's time for you to know the truth."

They needed to tell him about who his savior was. They needed to tell him what Nomira had done and how Robbie knew her. And then... then they'd need to keep the impulsive young Scotsman from making a mistake. For Nomira Farie was no one to mess with.

#bad things happen bingo #prompt: hidden scar #fandom: star trek aos #fanfiction #robbie scott #chris scott #leah mccoy #robbeah #alien oc #whump #mentions of violence and slaughter #mentions of kidnapping #major character injury #disgusting themes #angst

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