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yaymiyas · 1 month

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ISEKAI!YANDERE!CROWN PRINCE INTRODUCTION

warning: female reader, his name is saer…just so you can follow a bit lol, isekai lol

a/n: it’s structured a bit differently than my other introductions, do note that yes this is x reader but you had gotten isekai’d into a novel so….i do say her name but…..you’re also you…..if that makes sense, also he is hardly in it but its like….an introduction to the story bc its…an isekai and i needed to layout how i wanted everything to be

its not like you didn’t realize something was up. bright white lights blind you right when you open your eyes. maids coming in and out, calling you ‘miss’ and telling you not to sit up because ‘it will harm you even more’. granted, you were very thankful for their words because, around ten minutes before they came in, you attempted to sit up and gave yourself a headache. even though nobody was explaining anything, you remained quiet, trying to gather as much information from the surrounding maids as possible. the red-haired one with tight curls and an everlasting smile was amanda. she seemed to like you much, more than the other two, and tended to you more carefully. maybe she was your personal maid,or maybe she was just good at her job, but she never let up and called you your ‘name’.

admittedly, none of the other two maids called you your ‘name’ either. it was all just ma’am or miss from them. you just expected a hint of your identity from amanda, based solely on her care for you. selfish? maybe but you needed more hints. the other maids are named cynthia and tilly. the former of the two had long black hair slicked into a low bun, with a small maids hair on top to finish the look. it was a cute detail, if you must say, since the other two didn’t wear them. cynthia hardly spoke above a shout, coming off as more soft-spoken than the other two. she wasn’t really rude, nor did she have an attitude while tending to you, but she wore an expression of indifference that made you think she would rather do anything else.

tilly, on the other hand, was more bold than the other two. still not outwardly rude, but she tested your patience a few times. the main one that got to you though, was when she was rubbing your face. while she was washing off your face with the washcloth, she rubbed against your cheeks too hard, and upon this ‘realization’ she gave you a malevolent grin. her thin lips formed an o shape, mimicking the action of saying ‘oops’. luckily, it seemed as if amanda and cynthia didn’t really care for this ‘prank’ of hers. they both scoffed in disgust, continuing to pick out outfits for me to wear for the day ahead.

a soft but stern knock was heard at the door, revealing a man with black slick back hair and yellow eyes to put the look all together. he reminded you of those webtoon male leads that were cold but female audiences loved. being a sucker for those types, you raised your neck up, making sure to keep your body in the same supine position. the man standing at the foot of your bed looked down at you with an expression that you couldn’t read. an expression that wasn’t scary but wasnt welcoming. tapping along the footboard of the bed, he let out a low sigh out that resembled a growl and turned around to leave. tilly, amanda, and cynthia didn’t acknowledge the man. neither did he to them. the only thing that could resemble an interaction between the four of them was when tilly and amanda gave small bows and the slight side eye cynthia gave before going back inside your closet to look for something.

“madam,”

thats a new one.

“lord saer would like you to have breakfast with him today.”

lifting your head enough to turn your focus towards amanda, you started to guess your facial expression was a bit too expressive because amanda started to giggle. the pain in your body wasn’t really high; it was more the numbness that bothered you. moving your neck and head didn’t really take much strength, it was attempting to move your legs that was the problem. walking towards you in a shift movement, amanda placed the rich, deep purple hair piece down on top of the dress set she had picked out for you. upon arrival, she softly removed your blanket and shifted your body into a sitting position. you felt like a doll.

“okay now miss, i will be lifting you up to wash you now.”

placing her right arm underneath the backs of your knees and her left arm supporting your neck, she quickly moved you to the area you’re assuming was the bathroom. the door to the large room was already open, since once she had lifted you up, cynthia had pushed the door open and walked in herself. the room was massive, twice the size of a normal person’s kitchen. the walls and floor tiles were both the same shade of pale pink, matching the sleeping set you had on. amanda sat you down in a chair and started to strip you down. while she was doing that, the other was running the bath water and testing if it was safe enough. every time the water was a bit too hot or too cold, you saw cynthia’s eyes squeeze shut.

“alright madam edina,”

cynthia sighed, standing up from the clam shaped tub.

“it’s all set for you. please do not make it hard as you have always done.”

not sparing you even a small look, she and amanda were already picking you up and guiding you into the tub. quietly instructing you to lay back, wet, cold liquid found its way both on your scalp and on your legs. edina? are you sure thats what she said? the only edina you knew of was the villainess from the hit novel “obsession falls”. you never really read the book, but you knew of the characters and the content that surrounded it. it was rather controversial for how obsessive and dangerous the male lead was. he had stalked the female lead for years, and it didn’t stop once he got married. with a wife so dismissive and uninterested, the male lead was given all the time in the world to go hunt his prey.

unfortunately for him, once edina randomly started to care about what her husband was doing during the day he had to slowly stop. losing the love of his life to the second male lead, alastair. due to this very random string of events, saer had grown irritated by the events his wife was clumsily stringing together. he then decided to take care of his wife, edina. the night before he was to go and kill alastair, he had poisoned the dinner he had helped make for his wife. from your memory, this was one of the few times in years he had asked his wife to sit at the table and eat with him. she would usually just take her food into her room separately. this night, edina came into the dining room with her most expensive jewelry and dress. she thought this was the night her husband was going to admit his faults and leave the female lead for her. however, what actually ended up happening was that the moment she took a bite out of her steak, her vision went black and her head banged on the table.

focusing on the soft brushes of your hair, you start to put the pieces together. you don’t remember the faces of any of the characters in the story, you just remember the basic blot and conflict. if what cynthia said was true, that you are in fact edina tudor gwynn then that means the reasoning for your stiff body was because of your ‘husband’ trying to kill you. sharply sucking in some air, you seek strength within your legs. even though the lower half of your body was still partially numbed, the feeling of pins and needles filled the tip of your toes to the back of your knees. not wanting to cause much of a scene, even though you were sure she wouldn’t care much, you looked up to check to see if your maid was paying you any mind. cynthia was too focused on rinsing your body, while amanda stopped brushing your hair to grab towels for you.

“cynthia,”

it was amazing how you could even get that out. due to the affects of the poison, your throat had become overly dry and it hurt you to even swallow. that was mainly one of the reasons as to why you hardly spoke to them this morning. stopping in her tracks, she lazily turned her head into your direction. the woman didn’t have much of any emotion on her face. her eyelids halfway down, making it appear that she was tired or just bored. her lips were in a thin line. you had hardly seen her smile or really speak, so you started to believe this was just how her resting face looked like.

“why did he poison me?”

tilting her head a bit, cynthia’s facial expression changed. it was as if your question intrigued her. her low eyelids raised a bit, along side her eyebrows, as she tried to tame the smile that was creeping on her thin lips. this was the most expressive you have ever seen her. she began to part her lips when amanda came back through the door with the towels.

“perhaps this conversation will need to be revisited, my lady.”

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willgrahamsleftear · 4 months

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Just woke up heyyy!!

Okay so I have a theory that Mark was kinda trying to commit suicide in a really roundabout way via the coffin trap.

He enters the room after Peter with a syringe. Why would he do that if not so that he could get Peter into the coffin by force? Which would then make him be the one to get crushed to death, and frames Peter completely for his crimes, letting Mark die with his dignity as an innocent man in the eyes of others.

He tries to get out of the coffin when he’s shoved into it, though we don’t really know if this is a ruse or not. I feel like it wasn’t, considering we see him struggling to get out of the coffin during the fight and hitting the glass when it locks. Though he does accept it afterwards and takes the opportunity to mock Peter.

Also, he gets extremely self-destructive after Peter’s death. Even before forensics & the audio unscrambling outed him as Jigsaw, he’s got no real reason to keep living and so he just continues killing people in more brutal, showy ways. Then when he is discovered, he goes around killing FBI agents, police and swat teams, and further implicating himself rather than trying to cover it up like he did before the coffin trap.

After Jigsaw’s death, he doesn’t really have a reason to live. In encouraging Amanda to kill Lynn via blackmail, and setting up Peter to kill slowass Jeff, and locking them all in the room together.. and on top of that, with Peter and Perez’ trial (killing Peter and Perez, if it went to plan, which it didn’t), all he’s doing is eliminating any ties he could have to the Jigsaw murders, and anyone who could either figure out he is a Jigsaw apprentice (Peter, Perez) or could name him as Jigsaw (Amanda, John, though we can’t be entirely sure he planned that. I’d say it was more that he got ‘lucky’ that they died?)

Once he finds out Peter survives, he then sets him up to be framed as Jigsaw. Why would he frame Peter if he was just going to kill him? And then further attempt to frame Peter after his death (which I believe was him just trying to cope with the fact that nothing he did went according to plan. He wasn’t as good at ‘predicting the human mind’ as John was.)

He has basically no reason to keep going after John’s death (at least, no outside reason. I personally believe he lost his internal interest in living as soon as his sister died, and would have probably committed suicide after Seth Baxter’s murder if it weren’t for John.) He lost his sister, his work environment isn’t good, he’s been shown to have incredibly self-destructive tendencies.

He just couldn’t predict that Peter would overpower him and shove him in the coffin. That Peter wouldn’t finish the tape.

It’s SUCH a loose kinda “just trust me bro” sorta theory but ARGHGH it adds so much to his character and I hold it very very close to my heart

#this is just for funsies so #ARRGHGH #hes so me (I’d also go insane if I lost my little sister/sisters)#mark hoffman #saw #saw iii #saw iv #saw v #saw vi #saw 3d #saw 3 #saw 4 #saw 5 #saw 6 #saw 7

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queenshelby · 3 months

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Our Little Secret (Part 21)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity

Several months later...

Eventually, just over three months had passed since your first doctors' visit together and you were now officially 32 weeks pregnant and glowing. You had just passed your first lot of law school exams with flying colors and settled into your new home quite nicely.

Being on your own no longer bothered you and, even despite his newfound relationship with Amanda, Cillian was there for you when you needed him.

In fact, he became even more attentive, understanding that your due date was getting closer.

Much to his girlfriend's dislike, he spent several evenings with you after you finished lectures for the day to help you prepare for the arrival of your daughter.

You were extremely grateful for his support and guidance, especially since you lacked support from your family. Your mother had not spoken to you in six months and neither has your father after he learned what you had done.

You had never imagined that you would end up having a child by yourself at such a young age, but you were determined to give birth to your little one and raise her to the best of your abilities. However, despite your strength and determination, you couldn't help but yearn for companionship.

At times, you missed having someone to share your life with, and it saddened you that Cillian had fallen for another woman.

But then again, you knew that a relationship between you and him would be impossible. After all, he was more than twice your age and you were certain that, at times, he considered you to be immature.

As such, you never showed your weaknesses to him nor did you beg for his attention. You weren't clingy at all and wanted to show him that you could do this on your own if you had to, even if it was a struggle.

Being emotionally intelligent though, Cillian knew that you were struggling at times and he respected you for trying to hide those moments.

Unbeknownst to you, he was impressed by your resilience and maturity, even when you felt insecure about your young age and if it wasn't for Amanda, he knew that he would probably keep you company more often.

Amanda, however, made it difficult for him to visit you more than twice a week and, knowing that she didn't particularly like children, you started to worry about whether she would be supportive of the shared custody arrangement you and Cillian had already agreed upon once your daughter was no longer relying on regular breastfeeding.

After sharing those concerns with Cillian once three weeks ago though, he assured you that, despite her initial hesitations, Amanda had gradually warmed up to the idea of you giving birth to his child. According to him, she recognized that there was nothing she could do to prevent it. She had come to terms with the fact that Cillian truly cared for you and that he was dedicated to raising his daughter together with you and yet, she appeared to be uncomfortable whenever he came to visit you at your house.

One evening in particular about two weeks ago, she called him several times when he was with you, making it clear that she wanted him to return home sooner rather than later.

This happened on a weekend where she had decided to stay at his house for a few nights while his son Max was with Danielle and, clearly, she wanted to make the most of the opportunity to spend time with him alone.

She had been particularly vocal during their argument that evening and, although you hadn't heard exactly what had been said, you sensed that she might have used threats to try to manipulate his behavior.

By the time Cillian had returned to his house that night in order to give in to Amanda's demands, he had barely managed to explain himself without upsetting you however. He knew that he owed you an apology for leaving so abruptly that day, but he was also frustrated with Amanda's controlling behavior.

He had tried to tell you that she was merely worried about the relationship they had built together, but you could hear some resentment in his voice that day, making you wonder whether he regretted his recent life choices.

Then, a week after that, a similar incident occurred again. This time, Cillian had invited you over to his place to celebrate passing your exams with a nice dinner he had ordered from your favorite restaurant.

However, Amanda had caught wind of his plans and unexpectedly showed up at his house, pretending to be wanting to surprise him just as you were sitting down to eat.

She had walked in wearing a corporate style dress and immediately started acting flirtatious towards Cillian. You had remained composed, but deep down, you felt uneasy about the situation.

"I did not realize you have company," she lied after giving him a rather sickening kiss and, without even bothering to acknowledge you, she glanced at her watch.

"Isn't it past your bedtime Y/N?" Amanda then sneered sarcastically, her eyes narrowing at you in a mockery of friendliness.

"Funny," you retorted coolly, refusing to let her jibe throw you off kilter while Cillian glared at her somewhat angrily as if to put her into her place.

"Yeah, I thought it was a good joke. No harm intended," she explained herself, feigning innocence as she slid into the chair opposite to you, crossing her legs seductively. Her gaze traveled provocatively up and down your body before landing back on Cillian. She wore a smug smirk on her lips and your jaw tensed involuntarily in response.

"So, what are you celebrating?" she then wanted to know., her tone dripping with sweetness. "If I may ask," she added, casting a mischievous grin at Cillian whose gaze seemed to grow cold as ice.

"I passed my exam and Cillian was nice enough to invite me over for dinner," you explained calmly, hoping to diffuse the mounting tension.

"Oh great, which subjects?" Amanda asked, feigning interest. "I remember studying law back when you actually had to work hard for good grades," she joked, casting a sidelong glance at Cillian. "Nowadays, there seems to be an influx of law school graduates which indicates to me that, clearly, obtaining a bachelor's degree isn't so hard anymore," she snarked, looking pointedly at you.

"Well," Cillian interjected, growing increasingly irritated with Amanda's provocative banter. "You can say whatever you want but Y/N studied hard and got 92% which I think is a pretty decent achievement," he defended you, his gaze locking onto Amanda's with fire.

"Oh, of course. I am sorry. It is a great achievement, especially in her condition," Amanda conceded grudgingly, her gaze flicking briefly towards your protruding belly before returning to Cillian.

"My condition?" you repeated incredulously, your gaze darting between Amanda and Cillian. "What does my pregancy have to do with my academic success?" you demanded, your voice rising with indignation.

"Oh, I meant no offense," Amanda apologized nonchalantly, her tone belying her true intentions. "After all, you are still quite young and it must be tough balancing studies while going through pregnancy and all," she shrugged, casting a sympathetic glance at you.

"It is impressive that you manage to juggle so much responsibility," she continued to patronize you, her tone implying that she believed the feat unlikely.

"Yeah, you know what, I think I should go," you finally stood up, unable to stand the insinuations anymore.

"You haven't even touched your food?" Amanda asked suddenly, gesturing to the untouched plate in front of you.

"I guess my condition made me nauseous now, so I shall give dinner a miss tonight," you responded with a tight smile, gathering your belongings swiftly.

"I'll see you later, Cillian," you added, shooting him a meaningful glance before stepping out of the house.

Outside, the cold winter air hit you like a slap in the face, sending a sharp chill down your spine. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to hold them back, but you refused to break down. You needed to prove to everyone, including yourself, that you could handle this situation gracefully.

With a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and marched down the driveway, ignoring the painful throbbing in your lower back but, just as you reached Cillian's car, sitting idly in the driveway, you heard a familiar voice from behind.

"Wait Y/N," Cillian called out, his footsteps echoing loudly against the frost-covered pavement.

"Don't," you mumbled, fighting back tears as you spun around to face him even though you hoped that he wouldn't see you like this. Weak and crying.

The sight of Cillian rushing towards you, lips pinched tightly, filled you with a strange mix of relief and apprehension. "I'm okay," you insisted weakly, wiping away the stray tear that escaped your eye.

"No, you are not," Cillian countered firmly, reaching out to cup your cheeks tenderly. "And you don't have to pretend that everything is alright," he whispered hoarsely, his eyes brimming with concern.

"Let me walk you home at least," he offered, taking your hand into his, his touch comforting.

"You don't have to. It's just a short distance Cillian. I will be fine," you reassured him, noting how close your new house was to his.

"I know," he argued, his grip tightening around your hand. "But I insist on walking you home," he declared adamantly, his gaze holding yours firmly.

"Okay," you relented softly, allowing him to lead you through the crisp, snow-kissed streets.

As you walked side by side, the silence between you grew deafening until Cillian broke it.

"Amanda can be incredibly manipulative," he admitted, his voice quivering with frustration. "But I assure you that she means well," he added hastily, as if sensing your skepticism.

"Is that why she constantly belittles me?" you challenged quietly, your gaze fixated on the icy path beneath your feet. "Because she means well?" you repeated, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

"There might be some jealousy at play here," Cillian sighed ruefully, his grip tightening around your hand. "I don't think Amanda is coping well with the fact that you are having my child," he confided, his gaze boring into yours. "She says that she is okay with it and has accepted it, but I don't necessarily think that this is true," he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.

"Well, she has to learn how to live with it and I think that it will become difficult for all of us, including our daughter, if she cannot cope with this kind of situation," you reasoned pragmatically, trying to distract yourself from the hurtful exchanges earlier.

"I agree," Cillian concurred somberly, his grip tightening around your hand. "But I think that she will come around eventually once she realizes that you are no threat to her," he surmised, his gaze drifting towards the twinkling stars overhead.

"I hope so," you sighed wistfully, your gaze trailing along the icy path. "I only wish for us to get along," you affirmed, your voice laced with sadness.

"I think that you should focus on preparing for Baby Mara's arrival instead of worrying about that," Cillian reassured you, his voice softening. "We will find a way to make things work and I can assure you that Mara will always come first for me. Her and Max, of course," he promised, his gaze meeting yours tenderly.

"I promise I won't leave either of you hanging for a woman," he added earnestly, pulling you into his arms gently.

"I know," you whispered, your heart swelling with gratitude.

"Thank you, Cillian," you murmured, your voice shaking slightly. "Thank you for being there for me," you reiterated, your fingers entwining in his.

"You don't need to thank me, Y/N," he replied sincerely, his embrace tightening around you as you approached your house.

"I am the one who should be thankful that you decided to carry my child," he emphasized, his voice cracking slightly. "Despite everything going on in our lives, you still chose to trust me and I am forever grateful for that," he confessed, his gaze holding yours intensely as you unlocked the door.

"Will you come inside?" you invited him tentatively, hoping that he would accept your offer.

"Not tonight," he declined gently, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. "But. I will be there on Monday night to put together this ridiculous Ikea Cot you bought," he chuckled you, his gaze holding yours tenderly. "I promise," he added, stepping back to allow you to enter.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he whispered huskily, leaving you standing in the doorway, gazing longingly at your retreat. "Sleep well," he murmured, disappearing into the darkness.

To be continued...

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narrans · 2 months

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My Borrowed Son | 5 | Secret and Safe

It was the sound of her phone that awoke her a few hours later. The annoying ring was like a blaring siren, nearly jump scaring Amanda straight out of bed. She thankfully remembered that the little boy was asleep on her chest last time she was conscious and didn’t sit bolt upright as soon as she heard her phone.

She swiped her finger over the phone and answered the call, which she saw was from Mel.

“Hey,” said Amanda quietly. She glanced down and saw the little boy was still fast asleep nuzzled into her hand and laying limp against her fingers as she kept her hand pressed against her chest.

“Hey! I’m here,” said Mel. Amanda could hear her voice muffled on the other side of my door in the living room, a further testament to the size difference of this apartment to her old house. Her chest clenched uncomfortably, but Amanda knew she would have a chance to really talk once Mel was settled in.

One last thing.

She hated to leave the little boy on his own, but Mel’s thunderous voice might scare him. Amanda remembered noise complaints from other college dorms simply because Mel would get so excited and start talking louder and louder. Amanda never minded. It added to her friend’s charm.

Still, it wasn’t worth the risk.

Amanda carefully pulled the boy away from her chest and laid him on his bed in the little box she set up for him. He stirred but did not wake.

Perfect.

Amanda tiptoed out of her room and closed the door right behind her before scurrying to the door and opening it. Mel was a welcome sight. Instantly, Amanda felt completely overwhelmed.

Not only did seeing her friend bring back a rush of memories from her wedding and countless hours talking late at night about dreams and the future, but also seeing the massive basket of goodies Mel brought with her to lift Amanda’s spirits was completely overwhelming.

“Sorry for the delay. Traffic. I hate traffic. I hate people, specifically driving people. Now! Am I just going to be out here like the vampire I am? Or are you going to let me in?” asked Mel. Amanda let out a choked laugh at their long-running joke and stepped aside.

“I give you permission to enter,” Amanda stated. She was barely keeping everything together as her friend hurried in and whisked herself into the kitchen with her basket of goodies, medical bag on her hip.

One look around and Amanda could see Mel was piecing together what was going on in her personal life.

Oh, if she only knew there was something – someone – even more interesting in the other room.

“Sweetie, your place is… boxy,” said Mel, trying to make a pun out of the ordeal. Tears began spilling over Amanda’s eyes and, immediately, Mel’s features softened, and she rushed to her friend’s side. “Hey. Hey… I… sorry… I was just trying to make light of all this. I… well… I’d say let’s sit down, but there’s not a great place to do that.”

Amanda let out a wet chuckle as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and tried to smile through it. The embrace of her friend was making her feel a smidge better, but it was far from a cure. Like a leach, everything had suctioned onto her and was draining Amanda.

With Mel here, she would get a chance to let off some of that long pent-up steam and let one of her best friends in on everything that had happened.

“No, it’s fine,” Amanda sniffled. “I like it. It’s making me feel better.”

“Great! Then I’m going to keep going. Um…” Mel guided Amanda over to the counter of the kitchen and gestured for her to sit. “Well, at least with me around, you won’t be very card-bored. Um… why are boxes bad at poker? They’re too good at folding.”

“Oh gosh,” Amanda muttered as she rolled her eyes. “Did you come up with those yourselves?”

“Hey, I work with kids all day every day. Some of those little comedians have good stuff,” huffed Mel before sighing heavily. “I’m afraid they’re rubbing off on me.”

“No, it’s fine,” mumbled Amanda as she let Mel guide her into the kitchen.

Mel looked around and only now noticed there were no chairs in the kitchen, or anywhere else for that matter. So, just like they used to, Amanda and Mel hopped up onto the kitchen counters and sat there as Amanda collected herself.

“Okay, so… I don’t want to ask anything too insensitive yet,” started Mel, which made Amanda laugh.

“But you’re going to.”

“Well, if you wanted a soft shoulder to cry on instead of my bony butt, you would’ve called Susan or Cheril; but no, you have me. So, what happened? Why the call? What are all of these boxes for? Did you and Brandyn move? Or…”

This sent Amanda into another round of choked sobs, which silenced Mel. That response alone told her more than words could describe. Amanda didn’t need to say anything, which was the great thing.

“Ah… so… this is… your…new place,” Mel concluded. Amanda nodded as she hid her face in her hands. Heat radiated off of the pediatrician as she ramped up her signature fury. “That scumbag! When? Mandy, when did this happen?”

Amanda curled in on herself and leaned into Mel as she spilled everything.

Amanda talked about Brandyn’s “seven year itch” and how the two of them had tried to go to therapy to sort everything out. She confessed that Brandyn had been talking to a few different women, talking about how the two of them were married so young and that he didn’t really get a chance to “live,” whatever that meant.

He wanted to go and be young, something he said Amanda robbed from him because, in all reality, the two of them had never been with someone other than each other.

Mel listened quietly, but her body tension and facial expressions said everything about how she felt about the situation. Amanda could feel Mel’s frustration and sympathy radiating off of her, each new statement or piece of the story making her huff or grumble something under her breath.

When Amanda finished, Mel was physically biting her tongue to keep from flying off the handle. It was obvious she wanted to go and give Brandyn a piece of her mind, but she abstained for the time being. Seeing Amanda so upset and comforting her was Mel’s top priority.

“Well, it’s a good thing I brought my little goodie basket. Come on. I’m rearranging these boxes, grabbing your mattress, and dragging it out here so we can watch some chick-flicks or something with violence so I don’t commit violence and we’re just going to have a great night,” said Mel as she moved to hop off of the counter.

At the mention of the mattress, Amanda’s heartrate shot through the roof as she remembered the boy. She hadn’t even broached the subject about finding the little boy, which was the real reason Amanda contacted Mel. Mel was maybe five steps away from the counter when Amanda snapped out of her mental spiral.

“Wait!” Amanda said as she leapt off of the counter and grasped Mel’s hand. Mel whipped around, alarmed, and stared blankly at her friend.

“Don’t scare me like that!” she scolded. “What? What’s wrong? Sweetie, if you’re worried about me seeing your messy room, I think we’re a bit past th-”

“There’s something else… that I didn’t tell you about. It’s… the main reason I called,” said Amanda. Her head was throbbing ever so slightly from the crying headache she put herself through and her mind was drawing a blank in how to explain everything to Mel. She had been so distracted in filling Mel in to recent events that telling her about the boy she found was the farthest thing from her priorities.

Mel’s body rotated to face her friend as she faced her, concern plastered all over her face.

“So, what is it? Are you pregnant? Well, you already said no to that one so nix that,” muttered Mel. “I’m stumped. What’s all the secret stuff about? What’s got you all in a twist? If it’s not the whole Brandyn thing.”

Amanda swallowed dryly. How was she going to do this?

Should she just show her the boy?

Did she need to warn the little child before introducing him to Mel?

Could Amanda simply convince Mel of what – who – was in the other room?

Or was that little boy a fever dream and some kind of hallucination? Would he vanish the moment Mel saw him?

Amanda wiped her eyes and made her decision.

“Okay, first… this is going to sound crazy, but I need you to just listen, okay?” Amanda stated. Her hands were starting to shake. Her heart was pounding and fluttering at the same time.

Mel nodded slowly in compliance, prompting Amanda to keep going.

“Second, I need you to swear you won’t tell another living soul. I’m still trying to figure everything out myself,” said Amanda. Mel’s eyes narrowed.

“Sweetie,” she said cautiously. “You’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

This was it.

Amanda sent a silent prayer she was doing the right thing as she clasped her friend’s hand, treating it like an anchor keeping her grounded in all of this confusion.

“I was at the park yesterday, the one right down the road, and… I found a kid,” said Amanda. Mel gawked and looked genuinely disturbed, but stayed quiet. “He was all alone and in really bad shape, and I didn’t see any parents nearby… so…”

Mel bristled immediately. “Amanda, you didn’t abduct a kid, did you?”

“What? No. Well… a bit. It’s complicated,” sputtered Amanda. Mel pulled her hand free from Amanda’s grasp and clasped Amanda’s face in her hands.

“Amanda, this is what crazy people do when they go off of the deep end!” Mel scolded in a hushed voice. “You’re supposed to call the police. You are supposed to contact social serviced. You’re not supposed to…”

“It’s… more complicated than that. He’s young… and small… and,” interrupted Amanda. She pried her friend’s hands away from her face as she took another deep breath. “It’s simpler if I just show you. Just… wait here – and don’t scream and just speak softly. He… he’s really timid.”

Mel looked absolutely mortified. She backed away from her friend and leaned against the kitchen counter. Amanda heard Mel muttering something that sounded like a prayer for strength and the right things to say as Amanda retreated to her bedroom.

The darkness of the room almost felt ominous. Amanda could only imagine what was going on in Mel’s head as Amanda vanished into the darkness and approached the little box. She listened hard and, immediately, felt her heart ache.

She could hear little whimpers and the shuffling of blankets.

It was the little boy, and he sounded scared.

Rightfully so. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep on Amanda’s chest only to wake up in the little box all alone. It was heart wrenching, but Amanda couldn’t hesitate now. She needed to act.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she said softly. Immediately, the sniffling stopped. “Did you sleep so good? I’m sorry I left. I’m here now.” Amanda flicked on her side lamp and watched as the little boy was illuminated. Sure enough, he had huddled under the blanket and looked up at her with his big, soft brown eyes. Seeing her made his eyes glossy as he sniffled again.

She wasn’t sure what prompted her to do it, but Amanda felt compelled to reach into the box and rest her fingers on top of the blanket by the boy. It was a pleasant shock when the little boy leaned forward and threw his arms around her middle finger, clutching it tightly as if he were hanging on for dear life.

It was a heartwarming sight.

“Shhh… you’re okay,” soothed Amanda. She carefully reached over her other hand and rubbed his back with her index finger, pressing tenderly to not disturb the bruises and scratches on the boy’s body. It took a minute, but he calmed down and pulled away to look up at Amanda, smiling sweetly as he did.

Amanda wanted to leave the boy be, but she knew he needed looking at by a professional. It would baffle poor Mel who was waiting in the other room, and she would probably have some kind of mental freakout.

It needed to be done though.

Amanda braced herself and crouched to not loom over the boy.

“Okay, sweetheart. Here’s the thing, okay? I have a friend who came over and who is going to help you, okay? She’s very nice and gentle. I won’t let her hurt you,” reassured Amanda. The boy seemed a little confused and continued clutching onto Amanda’s finger. “We’re going to go meet her now, and I’ll be there the whole time.”

Amanda wanted him to have a place to hide and elected to take the whole box, leaving her hand inside with him, as she stood and headed out toward her friend.

Amanda rounded the corner, taking cautiously small steps to not jostle the box, and noticed Mel standing with her back to the kitchen counter. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted Amanda with the box. It didn’t take much to know Mel’s mind was off to the races.

She would be feeling the same thing if Mel were the one walking out of her bedroom with her hand in a box, especially after the spiel about finding a boy in the park.

“Okay, Mel, like I said, don’t freak out,” said Amanda as she approached and set the box on the counter. The little boy squirmed and leaned away from Amanda’s finger while still clutching onto either side of it, obviously taking in his surroundings. Amanda wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but she could have sworn she felt the infinitesimal boy’s hands shaking as he held onto her.

Mel eyed her friend skeptically and approached the box. The moment she peered over the edge, Amanda felt the little boy shudder and pull behind her fingers. The small child’s eyes were wide as he mouth hung agape, and Mel was doing the same thing.

She backed away instantly, covering her mouth and biting onto the inside of her middle finger as she did so many times in the past. It was her coping technique to prevent a scream or gasp. Amanda was caught between a rock and a hard place. While the little boy whimpered and pulled the blanket over his body, Mel looked mildly faint.

“Mel, just take a breath. Please,” Amanda said as knelt and rubbed where she thought the boy’s back might be in an effort to comfort him. “Sweetie? It’s okay. This is Mel. She’s a friend.”

Mel took a few deep breaths and blinked hard, wiping her eyes with the heel of her palm before approaching the box again. She stared blankly at the little lump under the blankets. Amanda continued to encourage the little boy and he peaked out just enough to catch a glimpse of Mel. His light sandy brown hair barely poked out from under the blanket before ducking back under.

“Mandy, what the ever loving cuss is that?” breathed Mel. Amanda knew Mel was trying to speak as calmly and as quietly as she was able, but her nerves were starting to get the better of her. “Amanda?”

“Who… who is that… and I don’t know, Mel,” Amanda said as she continued to rub the boy’s back. “I found him in the park scared and alone. He’s in a bad way, but he’s been eating and drinking an-”

“Amanda… it… is… the… size… of… your… thumb,” said Mel harshly. “When you said you wanted my help, I thought this would be a fun girls night, not an acid trip down the rabbit hole. Like… it’s alive. Actually alive. What even is it?”

“He, Mel. He’s a little boy. Trust me. I found that out when I gave him a bath last night,” Amanda explained. “And I don’t know what or who he is. He seems to understand but hasn’t said anything. I did a little bit of research and didn’t find anything except for some kids fiction books and some kind of community for writing about small humans.”

“So… you think i… he… is some kind of human? A variant or something?” asked Mel, keeping her voice low.

“I have no idea, Mel, but I do know he’s hurt and probably hasn’t been taken care of for a few days. Please, could you just check him out for me and see if there’s anything I missed? Or, I don’t know, look through your medical files and case studies or whatever to see if anything like this has ever happened before?” Amanda’s request was an earnest one, and Mel couldn’t refuse her.

“I might be able to do something, but my equipment is definitely normal human sized,” mumbled Mel. She walked back to the front door where she dropped her things and pulled out her equipment. Amanda didn’t need to look at her friend to see her shaking her head repeatedly, as if that would wake her from this weird dream.

Amanda smiled as relief crept into her mind.

At least she wasn’t the only one seeing the little boy.

Once again, Amanda rubbed the child’s back and tried to coax him out.

“Come on, sweetie. It’s okay. Mel is not going to hurt you. She is just going to make sure you are not hurt. I’ll protect you. You can trust me,” Amanda encouraged. Something about her words once again made him squeeze her finger and peek out from under the blanket. His frightened gaze still wide and filled with concern. “She’s a friend, and she just wants to say hi. Can you say hi to her?”

Mel was back at Amanda’s side, stethoscope and other gear in her hands. She set them on the counter and, following Amanda’s lead, knelt beside her so she could barely peer into the box. Mel’s voice instantly changed from the fun and good time tone to her work voice.

“Hey there, I’m Dr. Melissa Hargrove. How are you?” It was obvious that Mel worked with children frequently because of the singsong tone she adopted to speak to the boy clutching onto Amanda’s finger. She was obviously still freaked out by the situation and by the little boy. Still, Amanda could hear her friend trying hard to keep calm and just treat the boy like any other child

“You’re pediatrician is showing,” Amanda teased.

“Shut up,” hissed Mel back, obviously teasing and trying to keep a level head. Amanda smiled down at the boy and looked back to Mel.

“Can you say hi? Just a little wave?” asked Amanda as she imitated the motion for the boy. He stared at Amanda, brow furrowed and still shaking. Then, after a moment, the little boy mimicked the motion, his miniscule hand poking out and waving at Amanda and Mel.

“Oh, now. We don’t get to be shy. We’re friends now, right? Amanda seems a bit worried about you. Could you show me your arms and legs? Just like this?” said Mel as she followed Amanda’s lead, just as the boy had, and showed her forearms and rotated them.

The boy looked to Amanda, who nodded in encouragement. He looked very uncomfortable with the suggestions, but proceeded to comply by holding out his shaking arms and rotating them quickly before pulling them back under the blanket and wrapping himself around Amanda’s finger once again.

“Good job!” Amanda encouraged. “Good! You’re doing so good. See? Dr. Mel didn’t hurt you. You’re safe.”

The boy looked uncertainly from Mel back to Amanda, but then his little lips turned upward into a charming little smile that was filled with uncertainty and a thread of trust. It was like he was saying that he was alright and that Amanda was right in that he was okay.

“Yes, safe,” she smiled. “Now, could you come out just a little? Dr. Mel needs to make sure the rest of you is okay.” The boy looked timid once again and withdrew ever so slightly, which made Amanda think of a good compromise. She carefully rotated her hand to reveal her palm. “Here. Climb onto my hand sweetheart. If you feel scared, I’ll pull the blanket over you. Okay?”

It took a minute, but the boy once again complied, his whole body shaking as he relinquished his grasp on Amanda’s finger and curled into her palm. The same tingling sensation ran up Amanda’s arm as the nearly imperceptible weight rested in her hand.

Such a beautiful, fragile life.

It was a long, slow process, but Amanda and Mel gave the little boy a full once-over. He had some trouble trusting the stethoscope and didn’t like lifting his shirt to show Mel his scrapes and scratches, but every time he felt uncomfortable, he pulled at Amanda’s fingers for her to make a tent until he was ready to come out again.

After an hour or so, they were done. The reward was some more jelly bread and a better tent for the boy to hide under while Mel and Amanda went over the results.

“So? How is he?” asked Amanda.

Mel exhaled a puff of air as she folded her arms across her chest. She spoke quietly to keep from scaring the boy, who was eating quietly nearby.

“He’s absolutely alive, which is astounding. He’s malnourished, for sure. If you fed him yesterday, it was probably the first food he’d had in two or three days. He’s dehydrated too. Those scratches could be anything from prickly briars to animals. I know you don’t like that idea, but he might’ve been attacked by some kind of critter at some point or another.

“I am also absolutely guessing because I’ve never seen anything or anyone like this before. No case studies. No out there one-offs. He seems exactly like any other patient except for him being an inch and a half tall, and that’s me being generous,” said Mel.

“So, you have no idea what he could be?” asked Amanda. Her insides sank when Mel shook her head. Amanda hid her face in her hands for a moment, collecting herself, as she exhaled slowly and glanced back at the box. “So, if he was out there for a little while, he probably doesn’t have anyone to take care of him?”

Mel shrugged tensely and shook her head. “I doubt it. I’m surprised anything that small could live in the elements on its own without natural defenses. Like, mice have claws and extra senses. Who knows what this kid is capable of.”

So, Mel doesn’t think he has any natural defenses and no one to take care of him.

Amanda’s insides churned and she hid her face again.

“Then what am I going to do? Do I take him back where I found him and see if his parents come back? Or do I just keep him? Heavens above, that last one sounds so illegal, but what choice do I have?” muttered Amanda, more to herself than to Mel.

When her friend didn’t answer, Amanda felt compelled to look at her, pulling her hands away from her face to read Mel’s expression, and it wasn’t a good one.

“Mel?”

The pediatrician exhaled and kept her arms folded across her chest.

“Look, Mandy, I can’t tell you what to do, but I want you to really think about this. This… kid… can’t be more than four years old. He’s small, which could mean it’s some kind of birth defect and he was abandoned or again, because of his size, something might’ve happened to his parents and they’re not coming back for him,” breathed Mel. “At any rate, how is he going to live? How are you going to live? Keep him in this little box? Use one of those creepy air tags to keep track of him if he runs off?”

Amanda looked at the box. Everything in her felt heavy. She knew the boy couldn’t survive on his own. All at once, she was in charge of another life that was just as precious as her life, if not more.

“You also have to think about if you’re going to tell anyone about him, which I almost think you should. I almost think you should go to the police and social services, like a normal person, but I have no idea what will happen to him if they get involved,” Mel muttered. Hearing this made Amanda’s heart clench.

“T-tell someone? Mel, you don’t understand. It took everything I had to tell you. I… don’t think I could tell anyone about him and it end up well. I mean… worst case scenario is that he gets taken away to some lab and tested and experimented on. I… I can’t put him through that…” Just the thought broke Amanda’s heart.

“So, what? You’re going to keep him? Raise him?” asked Mel. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it was what felt right. Really, it was the only option.

Amanda’s lips pressed together to form a thin line as she forced herself to nod.

“Yes. I mean… I can’t do anything else. There’s no other option.” Her mind was made up. Her demeanor alone told Mel all she needed to know, which was terrifying.

“Amanda, you’re being serious? Are you going to send him to school? Take him to work? Open his first bank account? He doesn’t even have a birth certificate. You’d need to file for a delayed birth certificate for some kind of home birth and then you’d have to essentially forge documents saying he is yours, which is a crime if you weren’t aware,” reminded Mel as she stepped closer to Amanda. “I’m not trying to convince you out of it, I’m just waying there are some things you have to consider.”

Amanda sighed and looked back at the box.

She knew there were going to be risks.

There was a chance this could all blow up in her face if something went wrong. With her divorce so recent, would it look suspicious if she suddenly had a child.

Amanda had to think about all of this carefully and plan out a good story if she was going to cover all of her bases.

She was certain about this though – and she wanted to help raise this boy.

“I know, and he’s worth the risks. You know some doulas and midwives, right?”

“Mandy!”

“I’m not asking you to be in on this. I’m asking you to put me in contact with people who might be willing to help me out with this,” said Amanda. “Please, Mel? He… he has no one else.”

It obviously made her uncomfortable. This entire evening was not going in any direction that Mel could have predicted. Ultimately, however, Mandy was her friend. Biting her lip and huffing slightly, she nodded.

“If this gets back to me, I’m coming at you with my full vampiric powers. I’ll send over the stuff you’ll need and some of the numbers to get in touch with others who might be willing to help,” muttered Mel. Amanda dropped to her knees as tears she didn’t know were in her eyes spilled over onto her cheeks.

“Thank you.”

“Oh, don’t thank me yet. This is just the beginning. I don’t know how you always manage to get into this situations, Mandy. I hope you know what you’re doing,” said Mel. “Until then, we’ll keep him secret and safe.”

Deep down, Amanda hoped she was doing the right thing too.

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sensei-venus · 10 months

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Some fluff for Anthony I’m literally in love with him maybe Lawrence reader and everyone finds out about their secret relationship including Daniel Johnny and Amanda

(Unedited) (Support The Writer🌺) (Anthony & Reader are in Highschool because I said so because they go to school with the others, Lawrence!Chubby!Reader,Soft Kissing, Secret Dating,Fluff & Angst, Sneaking Out, Sam is a Snitch,Robby Probably Knew, Johnny trying to be a supportive Dad.)

Reader couldn’t help but giggle a little, her cheeks felt all flushed and warm. Getting into Anthony’s room was a bit of a task. Scaling the LaRusso house and getting up to the roof could be pretty, hard especially at night. There was barely any light other then from the windows.

But sneaking out late at night was the only way for her and Anthony could meet up that week.

Between her father and Anthony’s parents it was hard to meet up in person or face time. Their secret texting only got them so far. The urge to see each other was constant. The only time they got to see each other was at school or when they got to glaze at each other from afar at the dojo. On the rare occasion they meet up for secret dates around town.

It didn’t help that their siblings where also constantly on them. Both Robby and Sam would periodically check in on them. Better known as snoop around to keep a eye on the two of them. The teens knew that their older siblings would sneak into their rooms and look around time to time. So far after months of dating in secret, neither of them seemed to have found out about the secret relationship.

Anthony rolled his eyes as he helped pull his girlfriend in into his room from his bedroom window. He couldn’t help the small smirk that pulled on his lips as she finally climbed all the way in. He helped her stand up and shut his window again. He whispered out “You really have to stop doing that. One day Sam or my parents are going to hear you.” Reader groaned as she flopped onto his soft bed. Her eyes looking over at him as he just sighed and sat down next to her

There was a long pause as they just sat on the bed together thinking. They both had such a hard time keeping the relationship they had a secret, especially for so long. It was madness trying to keep it hidden away from everyone to see.

But it always came down to one simple thing that caused them to not want to come out about their romantic feelings towards each other.

Reader was a Lawrence.

Anthony was a LaRusso.

It was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode if they where to tell everyone they where dating.

“I wish we didn’t have to do all this, sneaking around and stuff. I thought sneaking around was supposed to be fun and exhilarating. This just sucks…” Reader said as she scooted over on the bed to lay her head in his lap. Anthony slowly blinked as he looked down at her. Eyes half lidded as he watched her face fall. He picked at her hair, twirling a lock of her hair between his fingers.

“I don’t like it either but you saw how my parents and your parents acted the last time our families got romantic with each other. Maybe we can wait another year or two or-“

“I don’t want to wait, I want everyone to know that I have a hot boyfriend named Anthony LaRusso, gaming badass and karate dude. I can’t keep acting like I’m single when I’m not. It’s so hard acting l-like we aren’t a thing.” This was one of the only times that Anthony had seen his girlfriend act like this. In the months of meeting her and dating her, he had never seen her this upset.

He had never seen Reader Lawrence on the verge of crying. It made his stomach flip and his heart hurt. His usually strong headed tough girlfriend has tears welling in her eyes. Her hand slowly moved to grasp his. Her soft lips kissing his fingertips.

“I want to be able to hold my girlfriends hand in public. I want to be able to throw a arm over her when I’m sitting during a break at training. I want to kiss her in front of everyone when ever I want to.” He felt this chest start to tighten just a little “Just give me a little more time to think of a way to tell them ok? Please.” Reader clenched her eyes shut trying to magically suck up her tears. He didn’t let her do that for long as he whipped them away with his thumb. She gave a soft smile before pulling him closer.

Their lips meet in a sweet and soft kiss. It was simple and passionate. Light and airy almost. His thumb rubbed over her soft cheek, her hand laced gently though his dark curls. Lips moving together in a sweet rhythm. They where fully embraced into each other.

They didn’t even hear the door to Anthony’s room open.

All they heard was the loud gasp that had them separating in a split second. Eyes going wide as they stared at the open door.

Sam LaRusso stud in the door way with a shocked expression, mouth open and eyes wide as she looked at the two teens. What ever words they had in their minds where lost on their tongues. Both of them in complete shock of being caught by the boys older sister.

“Anthony!! Mom! Dad!”

Anthony didn’t even have time to shove Reader off of his lap by the time his parents showed up.

With a unexpected newcomer.

“Dad why are you here!!”

“You don’t get to ask that! Why the hell are you here Reader?! Your supposed to be at the apartment with Robby!”

Johnny yelled as he pushed past Daniel and Amanda. Reader shoot up and pushed herself away from Anthony on the bed. She was quick to try and lock her knee’s together to look more prepared. Taking a deep breath she looked up at her dad who was basically fuming now. His blue eyes digging holes into hers. Looking like he was about not snap.

Daniel doesn’t look as mad but Amanda is close to the same point as Johnny. Daniel has a eyebrow raised and Amanda is tapping her foot, Sam is still a bit in shock at what she just found going on in Anthony’s room.

“We have been gone for less then two hours and you decided to sneak in a girl- Reader at that.” Daniel says in a questioning tone. Amanda looks at her son in a box of anger and sadness. Clearly seeing what was about to go down now that the two teens had been caught.

Johnny whips back around and points a finger at Daniel and then to Anthony “Hey that’s my kid! I bet your mcjunior son tricked my daughter into coming here. Trying to pick a fight? Reader did he do anything to you?! Did that little prick put a hand on you!”

“Dad no stop!”

“That’s definitely not what was happening when I walked in.” Sam snorted making everyone look at her. She put her hands up In defense.

“Anthony what where you two doing in here when Sam walked in.” Amanda said with her arms crossed.

“I was… I was kissing my girlfriend when Sam walked in.” Anthony exclaims as he looks up to his mom with a small frown. He really didn’t expect to be telling his parents about this tonight. he thought that they could get away with it for just a little while longer. Clearly they couldn’t with the turn of events.

Reader quickly takes his hand in hers and gives it a soft squeeze. Looking over he finds her smiling over at him, relief starts to flood over him. Maybe this wasn’t the worst timing after all.

They both look up to their parents.

“Sam did you know about this??”

“I had no idea! And I admit to going though his stuff before and I didn’t find anything. I can’t believe he’s even dating anyone in the first place.”

Johnny is pacing the room at this point as he try’s to cope with the new information. He scratches at the back of his head “How long has this been going on? Does Robby know about this?” Reader sighs saying “ We’ve been going out for a few months now, and from my knowledge, Robby has no idea about us going out together. We didn’t want anybody to know in the first place because of this exact reaction.” She huffs at her father.

The room was silent after that for a while.

No one dare make a sound.

“Are you guys actually that made over this? That I’m dating a Lawrence?”

Amanda was the first one to reply back, quickly sitting next to Anthony. She took his free and hand patted it in hers.

“You really thought we would be upset just because your dating Johnny’s daughter? Is that why you two where hiding?”

Reader nods “We thought all of you would be upset about us dating each other because of what happened after Robby and Sam where together. Half of the time you guys couldn’t stand be near each other when the topic came up. We thought it would be the same with us so we just kept it a secret.”

Johnny groaned as he sat down next to his daughter.

“Maybe I’m a little pissed that your dating a LaRusso but still, you shouldn’t have felt like that. I just want to know your safe. If dating a shitty LaRusso makes you happy then so be it.” He tries his best in his own way to comfort his daughter. He puts a hand on the back of her head and gives her a quick kiss to the temple before pulling away. He ruffles her hair, she tears up a little as she goes and hugs her dad.

“It’s ok…I’m not mad.” He rubs her back harshly for a few seconds.

“Sam you suck by the way.”

“What!? What did I do!?”

The rest of the night was filled with chaos as they talked everything out.

The whole time Reader and Anthony held each others hands.

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thepilotanon · 11 months

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Headcanons for Connor comforting a traumatized reader after they witnessed one of his deaths? (Maybe reader doesn't know he can come back)

Oh, ouch.

I think it would depend on what was made public about Androids being "fixed" and how much time you would have spent with Connor originally, outside of his mission (considering how we saw that Kara had to be re-introduced to Alice at the beginning of the game). Probably depending on money, I guess, but, from where you stand in this universe, you probably didn't know Connor-Connor would be back? Either way, I think Connor gets in his subconscious that he wants you to know that he's alright.

Hank probably tells him how you reacted to one of his deaths, and he attempted to explain that majority of Connor's memories prior to would still be intact - but how could anyone know that for sure? You probably ask Connor a lot of questions about yourself, some "easy and basic" or others that not everyone would know - or cheat by looking up on the internet or evidence collected on the spot. Also, depending on Connor's deviancy, you have your own worries and doubts about Your Connor.

With Connor's independence and deviancy, I can imagine if Amanda were to try and tamper and question him about you and why he's adamant on keeping close for your comfort and not die, based on your reaction. Connor has to be careful not to let anything slip and your importance on succeeding his mission. I can see it being a point in Connor that he realizes what he wants and desires as an individual and seeing your reaction to his death just breaks him.

Even after the main story, you probably talk to Hank a lot about it. How Connor is more than just an Android, and how you really thought you lost him. Someone attempts to correct you that Androids are an "easy fix" and it sets you off, and Hank helps to do his best to remind you that Connor would do whatever it takes to keep himself together for you. It's the effort of Connor taking care of himself on jobs - for you - that helps you to realize how much you really matter to him.

#headcanon #detroit become human connor x reader #connor anderson x reader #rk800 connor x reader #dbh connor x reader #pilotanonwrites

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hayleythesugarbowl · 6 months

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can you do a one shot for courtney where the reader sees an edit of shane and courtney on her phone, and gets jealous/insecure but doesn't say anything. And courtney being able to see that there's something bothering r, but decides to wait till she comes to them. She doesn't, but Court mentions something about like a live with Shane and R makes a snarky comment and then it all just clicks and Courtney is quick to tell reader there's nothing she should be jealous of and they only love her.

Only You || Courtney Miller x reader

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summary: when you begin to get jealous of courtney and shayne’s relationship, courtney assures you that you’re the one they love

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none

a/n: hope you enjoy this love!! i actually love this idea sm and it works perfectly for a short little fic <3💋🎀

edit: well this didn’t age well 🤭🩰 congratulations to shayne + courtney on their marriage!!

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“Try Not To Laugh is starting in 30 minutes,” you heard one of the directors call. You were done with your makeup a little early, but that was ok. It would give you a second to relax before the shoot started.

You looked at all of your coworkers around you passing the time and you did the same thing, sitting down to wait and pulling out your phone to begin to endlessly scroll while you waited. That was as good a way to pass the time as any, right?

You were barely focusing on what you were seeing. Book recommendations, the newest makeup hack, out of context clips from some reality show.

You sat up straight. The video currently on your screen caught your attention. It was a fan made edit of Shayne, one of your coworkers, and Courtney, another one of your coworkers who also happened to be your partner of nearly a month.

You watched in the video as a bunch of shots of Shayne and Courtney hugging and glancing at each other—and even one of them kissing—were put together while the words to a Taylor Swift song ran across the screen.

You gripped your phone tighter. You couldn’t look away.

“Oh, I’ve seen that video,” you turned around to find Amanda watching over your shoulder. “Isn’t it amazing? Some of these fans are crazy talented. I almost believe they’re dating.”

“Almost,” you managed through closed teeth. You knew Amanda didn’t know that you and Courtney were dating. How could she know when you’d been sure to keep it private? You hadn’t told any of your coworkers yet. But the comment still stung.

You shut off your phone and took a deep breath. The worst part was, this wasn’t the first one of these you’d seen. Sure, the most convincing maybe. But you had seen a number of edits centering around their relationship. Add that to the constant slew of comments shipping them, the infamous fanfiction you’d heard about, and everyone at Smosh’s comments about Shayne and Courtney being ‘work spouses’ and you could almost believe they were together too.

When you’d first joined Smosh (and started dating Courtney not long after) you’d recognized how close them and Shayne seemed. You’d been ready to dismiss it as merely a friendship but lately you weren’t so sure. Did you have something to be worried about?

“Hey guys, what’s up?” Courtney walked over to where you and Amanda were sitting. They smiled at you and you managed a weak smile back.

“We were just—” Amanda started, but you interrupted her.

“Nothing,” you told them. You did not want to have this conversation now. Because then you’d have to tell Courtney the truth and you definitely didn’t want to do that. How would they react if they realized you were that jealous and insecure?

Courtney furrowed their brow, “Oh ok. I was just going to ask if (Y/n) wanted to run to get coffee with me before we start shooting.”

You knew what they meant. Whenever you could, you and Courtney tried to sneak away to have a little alone time without everyone’s eyes on you. They now smiled at you expectantly but you honestly didn’t have it in you to pretend like everything was fine and that you weren’t questioning your relationship.

“I just had some coffee, actually,” you said smiling, “You go ahead.”

Courtney looked at you like you’d slapped them in the face and you felt bad, you really did. “Oh ok, I’ll ask Shayne or someone if they want to come with.”

As they started to walk away you suddenly didn’t feel bad anymore. You were sure they’d rather go with Shayne anyway. You were just helping them by getting out of the way, you thought bitterly.

By the end of the week—a week filled with watching Shayne and Courtney talking and laughing and how had you never noticed this before?—you were ready to go home for the weekend.

You were headed out the door when you heard, “You ready to go?”

You turned around to find Courtney standing there with their keys in their hand. You had forgotten that Courtney was your ride that day.

You nodded and waited until they caught up to you before falling into step beside them.

“It feels like this week went faster than usual,” they said, “Doesn’t it?”

You nodded, thinking that actually it drug on and on and you couldn’t wait to be away from work, but you didn’t say anything of the sort and you saw Courtney turn to look at you while you kept your eyes firmly on the ground.

“(Y/n), are you ok?” They asked you.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked back, attempting a smile.

You assumed they had probably noticed you acting differently that week even though you had done your best to act normal. But it was hard when you had to pretend everything was normal and fine when it wasn’t.

You kept walking. Courtney chattered on about their day and your coworkers throughout the whole long walk to their car.

“So, are you here on Monday?” They asked you.

“I am,” you answered, “But only for a couple of hours. I have a few things to do and then I’ll be out. You?”

“Same, but I have to be here early. I have a live with Shayne that I’m doing in the morning.”

You kept walking but you clenched your fist tight. Of course.

“Oh?” Was all you could manage.

“We’re giving dating advice and stuff like that. Should be fun!”

“Yeah, well I’m sure you and Shayne would just love talking about dating together,” you bit out. You couldn’t help it. You didn’t mean to say anything to Courtney. To let them know what you were feeling. But it just came out. You couldn’t take it anymore.

Courtney looked at you for a moment before realization dawned on their face.

“Is that why you’ve been acting strange lately? Because of Shayne and me?” Courtney asked.

“It just seems like you two are a lot more than friends,” you mumbled, embarrassed.

Courtney closed the distance between you and pulled you into an embrace.

“(Y/n), you don’t have to worry about that. Ever,” they said leaning back a little to look at you. “Shayne and I are good friends, but that’s it. I promise. Ok?”

You nodded, “I know and I’m sorry, I was being stupid. It’s just—I don’t want to lose you.”

Courtney rubbed your back. “You never have to worry about that. I love you. It’s you, (Y/n). It’s only you. I’m yours forever.”

Tears spring to your eyes as you realized how foolish you’d been and how lucky you were to have Courtney. You loved them and they loved you.

You hugged them tighter as you said, “I love you, Court.”

“I just wish you’d come to me,” Courtney said, “If you’ve been feeling this way for a while.”

“I just didn’t want you to think I was a pathetic and jealous girlfriend all the time,” you said quietly.

“Well, you have no reason to be jealous and you could never be pathetic,” they said, “and you can always talk to me. About anything.”

“And I will,” you said, “from now on.”

You both stood there in the silence for a moment before you they it.

“So what do you say we get some coffee now?” They asked you. “Not with Shayne. Just me and you.”

“I would love that,” you said, taking their hand, “I would love that a lot.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ I hope you enjoyed this, I adore writing for courtney!! have a lovely week <3

#courtney miller x reader #courtney miller #smosh #smosh imagine #smosh fanfiction #smoshblr #smosh pit #smosh squad #shayne topp #fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #x reader

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Okay, but thinking about this, if DC were to hire me to plot a new direction for Amanda Waller, I think this would be how I would try and fix her:

First, after her latest villain moment, there's a big media scandal and we send to her prison.

While she's in prison, we have a 48 page Amanda Waller special issue.

In this issue we are introduced to Amanda Waller, reflecting on how she got there. We hit the highlights of her original origin from Secret Origins #14--the family members who died, her working to get her surviving children through school and then working her way up politically.

While she's in prison, she's visited by her daughter, Coretta (whose existence we've just been reminded of). They have a tense exchange where we can see that they're relationship has become strained over the years, but they still love each other, and Coretta still comes to her mother to ask for help.

See Coretta's daughter (Amanda's grandaughter) has been kidnapped for reasons we won't get into in this post.

Amanda says she'll take care of it. We get some internal monologue-ing about her and her relationship to her family.

She makes a call to uhhh (well I want to say Oracle, and if I was stretching this out to a whole mini's worth of plot, I would.) Rick Flag Jr. (Is he still alive? I'm going to assume he's still alive. If not, we'll say Bronze Tiger.)

He comes to visit her and they have a discussion about their history and family and duty and all that jazz. The end result is that Amanda sends him out to gather more of her contacts/the people who owe her favors/ex-suicide squad members to put together a rescuse squad to get back her granddaughter.

Probably a chance for more reflection on what the suicide squad was at the begining versus what it is now as she waits. We intercut with scenes of Rick Flag and probably a selection of old Suicide Squad members (Bronze Tiger, Nightshade, idk, Deadshot?) staging the rescue mission.

It's a success. Corretta comes back to thank her.

We close on a note of Amanda thinking that things have gotten out of hand and she needs to bring it back to the basics.

From there, we spin out into a new suicide squad ongoing which takes more a cue from the back half of the original 80's Suicide Squad run where the Squad is more of a mercenary type group rather than having bombs in people's heads where we stick closer to Amanda's original characterization (she is ruthless yes, but she also cares in her own way. She wants to get the squad through alive even if she knows it doesn't always work out and she has her own sense of honor) and keep the plots on a smaller scale than she's trying to take over the whole DC universe or whatever's going on now.

#dc #amanda waller #the wall #suicide squad #carthago delenda est

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justplainmels · 2 years

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Sam reacts to the things Jack says aka watching Sam fall in love one head duck and smile at a time | season five

#jack x sam #sam/jack #stargate sg1 #sg1edit #stargateedit #every time she ducks her head and smiles #she’s falling in love just a little more #also amanda just trying to keep it together #ok but really S5 has my favorite looks #there's so much amanda in these #they’re so married #samantha carter #jack o’neill #amanda tapping #rda #jack + sam = endgame #just mels edits #*sam/jack

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i totally agree with the vast majority of what you posted about shayne and courtney and fans entitlement to their private lives. i dislike that the fandom so heavily sees things through a 'shipping' lens - angela and damien look at each other for more than three seconds, so here's fourteen fics about them fucking. like it's so deranged and so so strange and fundamentally unfair for everyone involved.

it is the same when people want them all to be best friends irl so bad it causes them genuine distress when they say 'we're just co-workers who have a good time'. i understand parasocial relationships and am aware that some are closer than others (some are married i've heard lol) but if it makes you want to keel over and die to hear arasha call courtney her co-worker...genuinely seek help, that's not good for you.

as someone who came back in the buy-back era and who was a fan at the height of the defy shourtney shipping era, i think it's okay to be like 'aww in videos i always thought they had chemistry!' but the stalking, obsessive stuff is unhealthy at best and wrong at worst.

i worry now about the hyper-focus that will be put on shayne and courtney in videos, both together and apart. i think it's super brave of them to go public (also something they may have felt they had to do, given public records) and i hope that people will be able to dial in to respect them and their relationship!!

Thank you, I feel like I’m going crazy, I’m glad others agree!

Bro I can’t even IMAGINE what the “fans” are going to act now. I mean, I can, and it doesn’t look good.

Im calling it now, if the “fans” will keep an even closer look on Courtney’s body now. They will try to prove a pregnancy and I think that will be worse than what it has already been. If there’s an actual pregnancy that somehow gets announced this year, how much you wanna bet that they will use the time Amanda mentioned a smosh baby to prove they were right and knew all along?

If this weren’t Shayne and Courtney, who had to endure stalkers, harassment, unwanted sexual advances from fans, fanfics written about them, people speculate their relationship by every single interaction they had at work, I would have just gone “omg, so cool! Good for them”, but this poor couple had to hide their relationship, hide an engagement! Courtney wasn’t able to wear a goddamn engagement ring, all to protect their privacy.

Im happy for them but again, heartbroken by the fandom once again.

Anyway, all these posts, fights and interactions made me resent the channel I’ve watched for more than a decade so quickly it was actually shocking. Which fucking sucks cause smosh has never been about romantic relationships and this news shouldn’t have affected the fandom for better or for worse.

Im gonna take a step back from the company, at least for now. I’ve unsubscribed to all the channels and unfollowed everyone. I hope I can get back to watching them but for now I legit feel icky, as stupid as it sounds.

I also learned my lesson for good, never ever interact with the rest of the smosh fans, it’s almost never worth it.

#sorry for the long response love #I still have a lot to say lol #God imagine what the comment section of todays culinary crimes is like yikes.#fans really can ruin an experience #ask #Smosh #courtney miller #shayne topp #shortney #shartney #shourtney #lety rambles

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The DC/Marvel Crossover server is proud to present our summer Pool Noodle Party! Celebrating the rarest crossover pairs, both platonic and romantic. Courtesy of this post about ships that are too small to count as ships:

For our purposes, a “pool noodle” is a relationship tag that comes up with less than 30 hits on Ao3. Platonic (&) relationships count! Any and all crossover pairings with under 30 existing fics are welcome.

We have six themes. Each theme will have a week for posting creations and a week for celebrating — giving feedback and leaving comments. We’ll share everything that was created the previous week and try to spread the love, but also post rec lists of our favorite older fics that fit the theme.

For anybody who's interested in creating fanworks for existing fic, we'll be posting a list (soon) of fics whose authors have given permission for podfic, moodboards, art, and playlists inspired by their work!

Themes are relatively loose, so your ship might fit multiple themes — that’s fine! Entirely up to you when you post.

Check out the prompt lists! Keep in mind that fics do not have to fit a particular prompt, only the general theme for the week they're posted. These are just for inspiration.

Hackers, Paleolithic weapons, interplanetary romance, etc.

Robin Hood AU

Mia Dearden & Kate Bishop

Eddie and Venom work at the Daily Planet

Tony and Roy in rehab

Venom finds a new host

Kree identity shenanigans

“I’m a doctor, not a _”

Oracle & Jarvis

Clint and Dick knew each other in the circus

Starfire meets the Marvels

Not necessarily femslash, but woman-centric!

Natasha Romanoff/Talia Al Ghul

Birds of Prey crossover

Genderswap

Amanda Waller puts together an all-female team

Captain Britain Peggy Carter

Powerpuff Girls AU

Diana Prince in SHIELD

Selina Kyle as a Widow

Coulson recruits Cassandra Cain

Blorbos who have been resurrected, who live in Daredevil territory, who deal with demonic shit, etc.

Lazarus Pit side effects

Priest!Jason

"I think they came back wrong."

Dumpster bros

Buffy crossover

Nelson & Murdock in Gotham

Orpheus and Eurydice retelling

Angels and demons AU

Clint Barton/John Constantine

-powers, -heroes, -villains, -boys, -girls, and/or -soldiers!

Clark Kent/Steve Rogers

Conner Kent gets adopted

Powers/serum are sexually transmitted

Loki joins the Legion of Doom

“Wait, I have powers in this universe?”

Power swap

Kryptonian biology quirks

Marvel character gets a Lantern ring

Supernatural crossover

Murder as a love language, or at least as a career.

John Wick AU

Ronin!Clint / RedHood!Jason

Outlaws team-up

Gun/knife play

Wade & Slade Wilson are related

Marvel character trains Jason during Lost Days

Someone kills the Joker

The other Winter Soldier

Frank adopts Jason

Alternately, found family! Anything to do with relationships involving more than one person.

Band AU

Team as family (or team as relationship)

Midnighter/Apollo/someone

Werewolf AU

Biker gang AU

“God help us if they ever join forces.”

Teen Titans meet the Young Avengers

Accidental alien planet multi-marriage

"Everybody lives in Clint's apartment building" civilian AU

#dc #marvel #dc marvel crossover #crossover #dcu #mcu #event #pool noodle party #dc fandom events #marvel fandom events #writing prompt

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Ka-Chaow (Charles Leclerc x female!reader)

Chapter one

Words: 3310 Warnings: mentions of alcohol and being drunk (guys, please, don't drink alcohol), some anxiety thrown in there, a couple of bad words, google-translated italian A/N: it's lights out and away we go! welcome to my crazy world in which i got into f1 right when the season was ending and now i can't wait to see every race. also, cause I'm still kinda new and I'm not Italian, any mistakes that i make in regards of *everything*, feel free to correct me, and be nice about it ;) A/N (II): italics are thoughts and phone calls and the email, bold and italics are messages, just bold is the location ;)

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Chapter one

London, November 18th, 2022

The weight of my bag was the only thing preventing me from sprinting to my desk. Several manuscripts I had yet to finish, together with my laptop, and all my personal items, hung from my shoulder as I made my way into Mr. Williamson’s wing. I cringed at the sound of my heels over the polished floors, making various heads turn my way as I sprinted by as fast as I could.

Eventually, I got to my desk, conveniently placed just outside Mr. Williamson’s office. The slight clutter was hastily thrown away with a flick of my wrist, making space for my bag, and turning my computer on at sprint time. A quick glance at the office before me told me Mr. Williamson hadn’t arrived yet. Thankfully.

Checking my wristwatch, I sighed in relief at the time.

9:32 am. New record.

Now relaxed, I took a seat in my uncomfortable chair and started typing away on the keyboard, going over all the emails and meetings I had to schedule for the day.

Half an hour later, Mr. Williamson showed up.

‘Good morning,’ he said in his usual hoarse morning voice.

‘Good morning, Mr. Williamson, would you like your usual coffee order?’ I asked in rehearsed practice.

‘Yes, please,’ he responded, struggling to open his office's glass door.

‘You gotta push,’ I noted while I grabbed my coat and my wallet, trying not to laugh.

‘Right,’ he grumbled, finally opening the door and leaving it open.

He stumbled a bit over the expensive rug, looking around before taking a seat on his bigger and far more luxurious desk. His briefcase fell over when he placed it on it, dangling over the edge, and only once he was fully seated, I left my post.

That’s how every morning went for the past year. I would arrive in time –usually–, be ready at my desk until Mr. Williamson came in late –usually–, make sure he got to his seat in one piece, and go down to the ground floor where the company’s private Starbucks had its own space.

One Americano, and one iced vanilla latte to go, please. Once again, those words were deeply burned in my memory.

‘How is he doing this morning?’ Jeremy, the morning barista, asked as he took the order.

I shrugged, swiping the company card over the payment terminal. ‘Still pissed off drunk.’

‘So, the usual?’ he chuckled, motioning me to the end of the bar while Amanda, his workmate, made the drinks.

We both leaned over the counter separating us, talking in hushed voices, so the other customers wouldn’t listen to our conversation.

‘Honestly, I don’t know how much he can go on like this. I’m starting to feel bad for the guy.’

‘Girl, he cheated on his wife, and she rightfully left him. If he deals with his own mistakes by getting wasted every night, it’s up to him,’ Jeremy sent me a pointed look.

I bit my lip. ‘I know, but you should see him. It stopped being funny eight months ago. Do you know how many meetings I had to reschedule because he wouldn’t even pick up his phone? And I don’t mean his personal phone, I mean the company phone in his office. All he has to do is press a single button and talk,’ I winced at the memory.

‘Here you go, have a nice day!’ Amanda gave me the drinks, and I smiled gratefully at her.

‘Well, as soon as he keeps ordering Americanos, I’m not complaining. I’ve doubled my hours here solely based on his caffeine ingest. And you know how much I need the money, so he better keep those orders coming,’ Jeremy winked.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. ‘If he ends up in rehab, I’ll blame you.’

He shrugged. ‘Fine by me. He’s an asshole.’

I laughed with a small shake of my head. ‘Bye, Jeremy! See you in a couple of hours!’

Getting back into the elevator, I made a mental note of everything that had to be done that morning. Meetings, meetings, and more meetings, until either Mr. Williamson got fed up and left, or I dropped in exhaustion for a quick nap.

The walk back to my desk felt longer than usual, the hefty workload of the week finally catching up to me as it normally did every Friday. I left my own coffee on my desk and quickly gave my boss his Americano, to which he merely responded with a grunt. He had his sunglasses on and was massaging his temples as if his life depended on it.

Making a face at his state, I bent down and took off my heels, knowing the constant clicking would be painful in his hungover head, and went back to my desk, making sure the door to his office was closed. Grabbing the phone, I was quick to cancel the first meeting he had in ten minutes.

With a sigh, I grabbed one of the manuscripts and resumed my reading, reading every page twice and making sure no typo was missed.

It was both a blessing and a curse, working at Ink’n’Paper. We were one of the world’s leading publishing houses on all sorts of literature, and consequently, the huge workload that we bore was overwhelming. Ink’n’Paper had been my first and only real job in the publishing industry, starting as an inexperienced intern and working my way up until I became the assistant of a household name in Historical Non-Fiction. It hadn’t exactly been my first option, non-fiction, but the pay was good, and I was desperate to prove myself. Next thing I knew, it had been three years since I’d started, and I was pretty much the only one making sure the whole department didn’t burn down due to my boss’ sudden neglect.

It was a few hours later, still sometime before the end of my workday, that I –or rather, Mr. Williamson– received the email. I had been managing all his accounts ever since the very first day he stumbled into the office completely drunk, Vodka bottle in hand, and screamed how much of a cunt everybody was on that floor, and then passed out on his rug, not before puking all over himself. After the embarrassment and degrading task of cleaning, not only him, but his rug too, I had taken over his entire life, managing even his dental care appointments for him, knowing he wouldn’t even be showing up to half of them.

I was surprised at the sender, for the name was oddly familiar. Maurizio Arrivabene.

Frowning, I quietly opened the message.

‘Buonasera, Stephen. I know it’s been a while, but as you’ll understand, these past few years have been a rollercoaster here. I was actually thinking about your past offer, and I know I’m a year too late, but I would love to look into it more. I’ll be in London next week after the season’s over, maybe you’d like to have some coffee (or tea, whichever you prefer), and talk about the book? I know here at Ferrari we need some push, whatever results we get this weekend. I look forward to hearing from you soon. Take care, Stephen. Sincerely, Maurizio.’

I widened my eyes at the email. Maurizio Arrivabene. Ferrari’s old team principal. I quickly gathered my planner and a pen and pushed open Mr. Williamson’s office door. Thankfully for me, he now seemed much better.

‘Sorry, Mr. Williamson?’ I took a few tentative steps toward him.

‘Yes?’ he lowered his spectacles, halting his typing on his keyboard.

‘You’ve received an email from one Maurizio Arrivabene,’ I pronounced his name in a heavy accent, the same way my dad would whenever he talked about his homeland. ‘Something about a book offer, maybe?’

His face broke into a smile. ‘Oh, Maurizio!’ he stood up from his seat. ‘I haven’t spoken to him in a while! How is he?’ he asked me. He still reeked of cheap alcohol.

‘I don’t know, sir, but he wants to meet with you next week.’

He clapped. ‘Fantastic, schedule a meeting with him.’

I coughed. ‘Well, the thing is, he sent an email to you, directly. I believe he’d like something more casual,’ I said, yet I opened my planner to check his schedule.

‘Well, then, I shall phone him immediately!’ he grabbed the phone on his desk, and rapidly frowned. ‘What’s his number again?’

I pursed my lips. ‘He didn’t write any, sir. I think you shall write to him directly.’

‘Of course! Let me just…’ he sat back down and typed something on his computer. ‘What was my email again?’

I groaned soundlessly, quietly making my way to him and fastly typing his correct credentials. Standing closer to him, I noticed the many wrinkles in his suit and the many hair strands that fell on the wrong side of his side part. Shaking my head, I pointed at the email.

‘There it is.’

‘Okay, when am I free for tea?’ he responded after a few seconds, his eyes reading over the words.

‘Well, you did cancel three meetings with the entire Editorial Department so… I rescheduled them for next week, but you should be free Friday afternoon after work,’ I checked all the time slots available, scribbling down the possible dates.

‘Why couldn’t we meet on a weekend? We don’t work on weekends,’ he said.

I paused. ‘You don’t work on weekends. I do. And I’m guessing this is a possible job offer, therefore counting it as part of the workweek at least allows you a free meal covered as company’s expenses,’ I recited off my head. Too many times I have said that.

Mr. Williamson widened his eyes. ‘That’s brilliant! You’re right, let’s schedule for next Thursday.’

‘Friday.’

‘Friday. Wow, who taught you that?’

‘You did, sir.’

‘Well, I’m a genius, then.’

‘If only you were sober enough to realize that,’ I muttered as I finished writing on my planner. Louder, I replied. ‘Remember to save the day and respond to the man. Don’t keep him waiting.’

I walked back to the door. Mr. Williamson nodded his head. ‘Will do!’

With another sigh, I sat back on my chair, cracking my fingers before typing in the response to Maurizio Arrivabene on behalf of Mr. Williamson, and making sure to set reminders in his calendar for every day of the week until his tea date.

The pay is good, at least.

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‘You should have seen him. I mean, he’s like a toddler!’ I complained from my spot on the couch.

‘I don’t know how you keep working like that, you’re basically a babysitter at this point,’ my mother said from the other side of the phone.

I hummed in agreement, looking up at my feet. They dangled from the other end of the couch, as I took up the entire space by laying down. ‘Honestly, I don’t know what to do. I told Rosanna from Human Resources to notify me whenever there was a new vacancy, but it’s been months.’

‘Honey, I can’t tell you what to do, but do you think head editor is the right job for you?’ she asked.

I stopped. ‘I think so. I mean, I’m good at it.’

‘Yes, but do you like it?’

I paused again.

That question had been roaming in my mind for months. At first, the job had been nice. Reading manuscripts for a living, correcting the mistakes, meeting with the authors, and getting to know them first-hand… Again, maybe historical non-fiction wasn’t what I originally envisioned my future like, but the pay was good enough to get me my own apartment and to live independently. At the rate the economy was going, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

But then Mr. Williamson had suddenly neglected his own job when his life started spiraling down, and I had been the unfortunate soul to try and collect the pieces of his broken person. I was suddenly managing, not only my life, but his, and needless to say, he wasn’t an easy person to handle. Despite the many conversations to get him to sober up, every morning was a complete wild card, not knowing whether he would even show up, and if he did, would he be conscious enough to work.

On the bright side, thanks to his many absences, I had learned how to manage the editorial department pretty much completely on my own. I knew the names of every single worker, even the janitors and the night guards working late shifts. I had written, rewritten, corrected, presented, contacted, hired, fired, and despite knowing I was perfect for said role, my heart still longed for something different. The reason why I even had studied Creative Writing all along.

‘But only writing doesn’t pay the bills’, Mr. Williamson had said one morning, a month into my newly appointed role as his assistant. And ever since then, I had almost forgotten about my own dream of becoming a novelist.

‘What do you think I should do, then?’ I asked her.

‘Honey, you’re old enough to make your own decisions,’ she laughed.

‘Mom, I need your advice! I know I’m old enough but right now I’m at a crossroads!’ I complained, lifting my arm and covering my eyes with it.

‘You know what I think about writing for a living,’ she mused.

I groaned. ‘Yeah, I know it’s not your cup of tea, but I promise, I’m good. Great, even.’

‘I wouldn’t know, you never let me read anything.’

‘Well, yeah, it’s embarrassing.’

‘You need to get over that eventually, honey.’

‘It’s easier said than done,’ I sighed. ‘Besides, everything I have written so far was just reports and boring commercial synopsis for historical books, unless you really wanna read that…’

‘Honey, whatever you choose to do, just make sure it makes you happy. And that at least you’re getting money out of it.’

I took a deep breath. ‘I think I need to sleep this one over.’

‘It’s probably for the best. Let me know, whatever you do,’ my mother said. ‘I gotta go now, book club starts in fifteen minutes and I still gotta walk by Linda’s house to return her copy. Will you be fine?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Good. Wait, your dad wants to talk.’

‘Great.’

‘Hey, chicken pie!’ I chuckled at my dad’s voice.

‘Hi, dad,’ I smiled.

His tone was excited. ‘You’re seeing the practice?’

I nodded before answering, my eyes glancing at the TV, where the first day of race weekend was airing from the Yas Marina circuit. ‘Of course, I am. Not paying much attention, though.’

‘Well, nothing interesting so far. You wanna FaceTime tomorrow for quali?’

‘Yes, please,’ I groaned in delight. ‘I wish I could be there to watch it with you, though.’

I could hear his smile through the phone. ‘It’s alright, chicken pie, I know you’re busy lately. Everything alright with your boss?’

I could hear my mom yelling at him in the background of the call.

I bit my lip. ‘Ask mom, she got all the details. Shouldn’t you be leaving for book club too?’

It was his turn to groan. ‘Don’t remind me.’

I laughed. ‘What was it?’

‘To Kill a Mockingbird. No bird in it.’

I audibly laughed at him. ‘Please, don’t say that out loud, you’ll be banished from the club.’

‘Oh, what a pity would that be,’ he said in his most mischievous voice possible. ‘Wish me luck, Principessa.’

‘Ciao, Papà!’ I laughed, finally ending the call in a fit of giggles.

Shaking my head, I leaned my head back on the pillow and continued watching the practice, remembering the puzzling email addressed to Mr. Williamson.

Multiple explanations littered my head as to how on earth Mr. Williamson knew someone as Maurizio Arrivabene, both from such different spheres, but then again, Stephen Williamson had always been a renowned author and an even bigger editor. It was possible that both men had coincided at some point in history, but I tried not to dwell much on it. I had a week until I found out what the fuzz was about.

Groaning again once the free practice was over, I finally stood up from my couch and walked towards the small kitchen, opening the fridge in hopes to find something available to eat. Some leftovers caught my eye, and with a shrug, I took them out, threw them in the microwave, and sat down back on the couch once the food was warm enough to eat.

Browsing through HBO for something to see, I settled on my annual rewatch of Parks and Recreation, anything to get my mind off the horrible week I just had.

My phone pinging broke me out of my daze. Wiping my hand clean on my dirty pajamas, I quickly read over my friend Angela’s message.

‘You shouldn’t check Alec’s Instagram story, but I also think you should.’

With a frown I opened the app, seeing the familiar purple-ish circle around my ex-boyfriend’s face. The video was enough to bring a few tears to my eyes. His arm was around some other girl, and her crimson-painted lips left stains all over his cheek. His smile was wide, and he looked quite happy, wherever he was.

I rapidly closed the app off, throwing my phone to the other end of the couch, now in desperate need of a glass of wine just to forget what I had just seen.

Breaking up with Alec had been hard, but seeing him off with someone else was even harder. Not only two months ago we were talking about living together, and now it felt like I was seeing a stranger through my screen. My job had been slowly taking over every aspect of my personal life too, and while I couldn’t blame Alec for feeling neglected all of a sudden, especially after three years together, it still hurt. I still missed him every night, morning, and any other time in between. He had been my best friend for so long, and one of my main pillars ever since I stumbled out of college, completely lost, and in frantic need of guidance in the adult world. We were both still kids that had become adults together, and I was having a harder time than I wanted to admit to trying to forget about him.

Taking a big breath, I closed my eyes, touching the soft couch in an attempt to ground myself.

Big breath in, big breath out.

After a few minutes, I felt myself calm enough, resuming my dinner and my binge-watching, now more than ever desperate for sleep after the intense day. Technically I had every weekend off, but I still had many manuscripts and emails to send the next day, thankfully from the comfort of my own home.

It was only in bed that I allowed myself to relax, turning off my phone, and grabbing my crochet set. It was a habit I had picked up lately, something so far out of my field of expertise, yet so relaxing once I got the hang of things. Working on my silly bucket hat every night before sleep was pretty much the highlight of my existence. And I was so invested in it, that only after I was finally done with it I realized I had been sitting for three hours in the same position, my eyelids dropping and my back hurting. Getting the needles out of the way, I finally laid in bed, and it only took a few minutes to fall soundlessly asleep.

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A week later I found myself in the same position, crocheting a summer top in my bed, late in the evening after yet another exhausting week, when I received Mr. Williamson’s message.

‘Book a flight to Italy. We’re going to Maranello.’

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I dare you to.

Pairings: Casey Novak x Alex Cabot, Olivia Benson x Amanda Rollins.

Summary: The return of Casey Novak and Alexandra Cabot was definitely a surprise to everyone, but it also brought back that light that the squad needed. Olivia, Amanda, Casey and Alex became pretty close to the point where they started having girls night. Is a dare enough to bring Casey and Alex together?

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The return of Casey Novak and Alexandra Cabot was definitely a surprise to everyone, even more after the whole ordeal of finding a new permanent ADA and ending up with people that didn’t stick to the team for long. There had been so many changes that at some point they felt a bit lost on what was going on in the precinct. New detectives joined, another ADA stopped by every single new case, it was a mess. So when both Casey and Alex came back, there was a light that was brought back to the squad, hearing the great news that they’d be sharing cases and helping each other out. Soon enough, the squad became close, both Casey and Alex now joined them for drinks after tough cases or after they won a case, either way, the squad was stronger than ever.

After the new of Olivia and Amanda dating, they became really close with Casey and Alex, being the only women that were part of the squad, somehow they became closer and at some point, girls night became a thing. It was a bit silly for Casey and Alex, even for Olivia, but Amanda encouraged them to keep it going, saying that it was a way to distract themselves from the daily workload and the cases they had to endure every single day, and she was not wrong, it helped as a distraction, it was fun, though they hated to admit it out loud. At some point they started not only meeting for drinks, but also for dinner and at some point they ended up going to Amanda’s house for dinners, board games and drinks; yes, they all had fun the first time, so they kept it going.

Olivia and Elliot were questioning a possible suspect, while Casey and Amanda stood in front of the window watching them work. The suspect was known for having flirting with every possible woman that stood in front of him, which of course Olivia had offered to go inside to play his games and try to get something, any possible information that could help them with the case. Amanda only laughed whenever he seemed to think he was being smart and he was getting all the attention, but in reality Olivia was getting him where she wanted.

“I bet you that Elliot is going to lose his mind in the next 3 minutes.” Amanda grinned as she looked at Casey.

Casey chuckled. “Elliot can last a bit longer. Liv is getting him to talk. Just a little more, and we have what we need.”

“C’mon, Case. You know Elliot. He’ll lose it.” Amanda looked back at them and shook her head.

“What do you bet?” Casey raised her brow and looked at Amanda.

Amanda looked back at Casey and grinned. “If he pins him against the wall in the next 5 minutes, tomorrow’s movie is gonna be a scary one. And not only a horror…but a horror that involves dolls.”

Casey rolled her eyes playfully. “Could you be any more childish, Rollins?” She smiled.

“Afraid to lose, Novak?”

Casey sighed as she nodded, looking back at them. “Fine.”

They both stared back at them, not even 2 minutes later, the suspect tried to touch Olivia and Elliot stopped him by grabbing him by his collar and pinning him against the wall, soon enough being pulled away by Amaro and Fin, trying to get Elliot out of the room. Amanda looked at Casey with a playful smirk and shrugged. Casey rolled her eyes again and grabbed her briefcase, walking out of the room followed by Amanda.

Olivia walked to her desk as she sighed and looked back at Casey and Amanda. “Is that enough?”

Casey nodded. “I could build a case with what he said, there is no way he’s getting out of this.”

Olivia nodded. “Good.” She then looked at her girlfriend and furrowed her brows. “What you smirking at?”

Amanda shrugged. “We’re watching a horror movie, tomorrow.” She grinned. “With scary dolls in it.” She looked back at Casey.

Olivia looked back at Casey. “I thought you hated-“

“Don’t even.” Casey sighed as she looked back at Amanda. “Guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” She offered a fake smile and then started to walk away.

“Don’t forget to tell Cabot!” Amanda yelled as she laughed.

“You really like to get on their nerves, don’t you?” Olivia grinned as she looked at Amanda.

“Oh, c’mon Liv. We need an excuse to get these together. What better than a horror movie?” Amanda winked.

“You do know that Alex is gonna come for you.”

“She’ll come to thank me.” Amanda smiled.

Olivia sighed as she kissed her forehead. “You’re going down yourself.” She chuckled as she sat on her desk.

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Alex groaned as she took off her glasses, putting them in front of her and rubbing her face softly, feeling the stress getting to her. She had been working on this case for a while now, she was still going over notes and evidence, but if she didn’t make a deal, she was afraid that she’d lose this case. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed, putting back her glasses on and diving into the file again. But just in time, Casey knocked on her door and suddenly all that stress was vanishing away. She had never said it out loud, and she didn’t think she’d ever say it, but Alex had had the biggest crush on Casey ever since she came back for her own case, sitting in Casey’s office and talking to her had been the highlight of her day -if not her whole year-. Even if Alex was nervous and stressed about being back in courtroom and not exactly doing the questions but answering them, Casey definitely knew how to make her feel relaxed and got a laugh or two, making Alex feel less like a victim. After that day, she wished to see Casey again, but she had to leave again so she never saw her again. Until she decided to come back to SVU and not long after, Casey came back too. Now with the two back, they more time together, working on cases together, helping each other out and then they started hanging out at bars and going for lunch and that’s where their friendship became stronger, and even if Alex wanted to be more than friends, she’d accept having Casey in her life no matter what.

“Case, thought you’d be with the squad.” Alex smiled.

Casey scoffed as she sat down and stretched her legs, groaning softly. “Yeah, well. I’m done over there, we got what we needed.” She sighed. “We have girls night tomorrow. Movie night.”

Alex chuckled. “You look so excited about it.” She raised her brow.

“Kinda lost a bet to Rollins. We’re watching a horror movie.” Casey shrugged.

“A horror movie doesn’t sound so bad.”

“It does when it involves dolls. You know I hate them.”

Alex raised her brow but this time, a serious look on her face. “Oh. Well…you don’t have to watch it, Casey. We can just agree on another movie.”

“I’m not a sore loser, I can do it.”

“Casey…you’ll have nightmares.” Alex chuckled softly.

“I’ll be fine, Cabot. I got this.” Casey smiled. “So, should we leave together after work?”

Alex cleared her throat as she nodded. “Yes, sure.” She smiled.

“Remember to bring comfy clothes.” Casey winked at her as she stood up. “Lunch?” She said as she walked to the door and turned to confirm with Alex.

“I-I’ll be done in 20.”

“Good, meet you in the elevator.” Casey smiled softly and then left the office.

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“Casey, you cannot close your eyes at all, understood?” Amanda raised her brow as she looked at Casey, turning off the lights.

Casey raised her hands. “That wasn’t part of the deal!”

“You gotta watch the whole movie, or there’ll a punishment!” Amanda sat between Olivia’s legs and chuckled softly, Olivia wrapping her arms around her.

Casey rolled her eyes as she moved back on the couch, crossing her arms and shrugging. “Fine.”

Alex looked at Amanda and Olivia and raised her brow. “Do we really have to watch this?” She grabbed the bowl of popcorn and handed it to Casey, sitting down beside her.

“Alex, it’s fine. A bet is a bet. I’m no loser.” Casey offered a small smile as she grabbed some popcorn.

Alex nodded softly as she smiled, looking at Casey. “Got it.” She then turned to look at Amanda and Olivia and shook her head before looking at the TV.

Olivia leaned down and whispered in Amanda’s ear. “Told you Alex would come for you.” Amanda shrugged and pressed play.

The movie started off calmly, the four of them getting into the movie. About half way through the movie, a room full of toys was shown, and in some parts of the room, there were those dolls that Casey hated so much. She knew it was a silly fear, it was even childish if she thought about it, but her whole life she had been so scared of those dolls who seemed to have real eyes, it was like they were staring into her soul whenever she saw one. What was the point of making a doll look so real? It was a toy after all. Casey took a deep breath and tried to hold onto the popcorn bowl, trying so hard not to put it in front of her face to over her eyes, she felt herself starting to feel a bit anxious as the camera focused more on the dolls, but before she could do anything else or even think of doing something, she suddenly felt a pair of hands covering her eyes. She jumped slightly but then turned to look at Alex who offered a soft smile.

Alex leaned in and whispered in Casey’s ear. “Amanda never said anything about someone else covering your eyes. You didn’t ask for me to do so.” She grinned as she moved back to her spot but still stayed close to Casey.

Casey blushed softly as she looked at Alex, smiling as she grabbed a handful of popcorn and moved her head back to look at the TV once Alex’s hand moved away, signaling that there were no more dolls for now. Amanda noticed this and looked back at Olvia, and then back at Casey and Alex. She then cleared her throat and said out loud that she’d get more snacks and drinks and for Olivia to help her out, literally dragging her to the kitchen.

“That’s so unfair!” Amanda whispered yelled as she looked at Olivia. “Can’t you say something about it?”

Olivia chuckled as she shook her head. “Oh, no way. I’d like to stay on Alex’s good side, thank you very much.”

“I hate you.”

Olivia chuckled as she kissed her forehead. “No, you don’t. You love me.” She smiled. “And I’ve told you before, dare Casey to confess her feelings for Alex. That’s what you get for not listening.”

“Are you kidding? Casey would kill me, I can’t do that!” Amanda sighed as she looked at the living room.

“Then you’ll just have to accept that this is happening and in no way you’re gonna tell Alex to stop.” Olivia chuckled. “You’re afraid of Alex.”

“I’m not, she’s really nice but…I know she’d definitely kill me if I say something to her, so I guess I’ll just accept this.” Amanda sighed as she walked to the fridge to grab some drinks for the four of them.

Once they walked back to the living room, they noticed that Casey had fallen asleep and not only that, but she had fallen asleep against Alex who now had her arms wrapped around her and her hand holding Casey’s head against her chest. Alex looked up at both women and if stares could kill, they were sure they’d be dead by now. Alex’s stare was always so intimidating, they’d literally do anything that Alex said just so they were safe. They sat back down in silence and continued watching the movie, until it was actually over. Amanda looked back at Alex and cleared her throat, trying to talk as quietly as possible.

“Well…movie is done.” Amanda offered a shy smile.

Alex sighed softly. “I cannot believe both of you thought it was a good idea. Knowing perfectly Casey hates those dolls. She could have nightmares.” She whispered softly, making sure Casey was still asleep.

“Hey, it wasn’t my idea. It was all Amanda.” Olivia said in her defense, getting a slap on her arm.

“Traitor.” Amanda furrowed her brows as she looked at Olivia.

Olivia looked back at Alex and sighed. “Plus, you should be thanking her because you have Casey in your arms.” She grinned softly.

Alex blushed and tried to look away, but her eyes landed back on Casey. “I…I’m not sure what you mean, I-“

“Alex. We know you have feelings for Casey. You have heart eyes whenever she’s around. Why would you try to deny it? Just tell her already.” Amanda shrugged as she smiled.

Alex stared at her with a deadly look in her eyes. “Shut up.” She whispered/yelled.

“All we’re saying, Alex, is that you should tell her, that’s it.” Olivia grinned as she got up to turn the lights back on.

Casey took a deep breath and stretched, groaning softly as she opened her eyes. She looked up to figure out she was leaning over Alex and blushed slightly, sitting back down. “Sorry.” She whispered as she smiled.

Alex cleared her throat, suddenly feeling warm at the sound of Casey’s sleepy voice, it was raspier than her actual voice. “No worries, slept well?”

“I did.” Casey smiled as she looked back at Amanda and Olivia. “Movie’s over?” She grinned.

Amanda rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, glad you got through it. Not doing that again.”

Casey chuckled softly, looking down at her watch. “We should probably go. I have arraignments in the morning.”

Alex nodded. “Agree.”

After helping them clean up a bit, grabbing their stuff and saying their goodbyes, both women left the building and got into Casey’s car. Alex loved whenever she got into Casey’s car and she just watched her drive, she felt so at ease and she enjoyed the silence between them, just the two of them. They finally got to Alex’s building and even if Alex insisted for Casey to stay in the car, Casey insisted on walking her to her apartment. They both shared some laughs while in the elevator as Alex told her Amanda’s face when she figured out that Alex was covering her eyes, Casey fascinated as she watched Alex laughing.

“Did she say anything to you?” Casey chuckled as she looked at Alex, walking down the hall to Alex’s apartment.

“No, she wouldn’t dare.” Alex raised her brow as she looked back at Casey once they were in front of her door.

Casey sighed as she smiled. “Thank you, for protecting me from evil dolls.” She chuckled.

“My pleasure.” Alex smiled.

Casey nibbled on her lip as she looked into Alex’s blue eyes, a faint smiling showing on her face. “How about dinner tomorrow?” She smiled. “Just the two of us.”

Alex’s heart fluttered as she stared into green eyes, a shy smile on her face. “I’d like that, actually.”

Casey nodded. “We can leave after work. My treat by the way, I’m the one inviting you.” She smirked.

“Fair enough. Looking forward to it.”

Casey smiled. “Me too.”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, neither of them wanting to move, and then Casey wetted her lips before she leaned in and kissed Alex’s lips softly. Alex gasped softly against her lips, her hands slowly moving to Casey’s neck to pull her closer. The kiss didn’t last long, but it was enough for both of them to feel their bodies getting warm and the usual butterflies they felt whenever they were together. Both smiled against each other’s lips and pulled away slowly. Alex smiled softly as she stroked Casey’s cheeks, a faint blush on her cheeks.

“See you at work.” Alex whispered softly.

Casey only nodded before she grabbed Alex’s hand and kissed the back of it, making her way back to the elevator. “Oh, by the way.” She turned to look at Alex and smirked. “I have feelings for you too, if…that wasn’t clear by now.” She winked at her before she disappeared.

Alex stood there at her door, mouth gaped in surprise. She huffed a chuckle as she shook her head, getting her keys to open the door. “She was awake.” She whispered softly as she chuckled again and walked into her apartment.

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My Borrowed Son | 9 | ABCs and Wearable Things

Chapter Nine | ABCs and Wearable Things

If Amanda was being honest, this wasn’t the craziest thing she had done. Threading a needle to make her adopted two-inch tall child clothes definitely wasn’t the craziest thing she had done. She bit her lower lip in concentration as the thread slipped through the needle’s eye.

Amanda thought gluing the fabric might be easier, but her trials proved less fruitful than she wanted. The edges tore away too easily and absorbed into the fabric if she didn’t coat a certain amount; and at that point, she might as well glue the whole thing together. So, Amanda thought – knew – he was worth it. He couldn’t wear togas forever.

After hours of scouring the internet, Amanda could find nothing easily accessible too buy to clothe parker. She had found someone on Etsy who would custom make doll clothes for any size, but even he was surprised when Amanda asked for a one inch shirt and one inch pants.

In all reality, this was easier than trying to explain to a stranger the dimensions she needed for Parker’s clothes. Hours of work produced a dozen shirts and about the same amount of pants which Amanda had stitched together.

She found folding the cloth and cutting the pattern was the easiest. Making things a little bigger not only helped make the clothes, but it also made Parker look that much cuter. It also gave her safety pin harness more room when he wanted to explore.

Ever since the park incident, Amanda tried keeping Parker safety pinned when he was just out and about without her watching. It wasn’t all of the time. It was just when they went outside or if Amanda had to step away from the couch or the kitchen counter. He was becoming more adventurous by the day, and Amanda already had a few close calls with him nearly falling off of extremely tall heights that might injure him.

It felt like those parents who put the monkey backpack leash on their kids, which made Amanda feel absolutely sick, but she had few other choices if she wanted to step away and not leave him in his box or unsupervised.

She didn’t use it frequently, but she did use it for safety when she couldn’t always have her eyes on her adopted son. After all, what kind of life would it be if he had to stay in his box for the rest of his life.

His box, at least, was something Amanda was quite proud of now.

Parker’s room, as Amanda was now referring it, had push lights Parker could control as well as a proper bed, comforter, and pillow Amanda sewed. No more washcloth beds for the tiny boy. There was even an old matchbox she used as a bedframe, and she started folding paper clips to hold his clothes up on the string she put in there.

Parker had a bell to signal when he wanted something until Amanda installed a baby monitor so she could hear him. Amanda was enjoying setting up Parker’s room. She even gave him a chance to pick out his own “trim,” which was just colorful duct tape, and the colors of his walls, which he wanted to be a light blue with cloud themed tape.

It was precious and reminded Amanda of Andy’s room from Toy Story. A few toys and even a soft crochet blanket and rug later made Parker’s room actually feel like the room of a little boy.

Seven months and he finally had a proper room.

Seven months and he finally had a relatively decent wardrobe with a change of clothes.

Amanda let her hands rest in her lap as she glanced over into Parker’s box. He was playing with some miniature Tinker Toys Amanda had found online, and he was loving them. Amanda chuckled as she watched him play, amused by his nearly imperceptible babblings.

Had time really gone so fast?

She gazed down at him and noticed how long his hair had gotten and how he seemed just a little bit taller when he stood. His mind absorbed all of the information she gave him, and still he wanted more, which she happily provided.

He was growing up so fast, and everything felt normal. Despite their differences in size, Amanda felt as though there were no true difference between her and Parker. Seven months had taught her that much.

Amanda decided, after another twenty or so minutes, that she should get lunch started. Rather than just pick up Parker in his room and bring him with her, she decided to ask and offer him a choice. He was old enough to make choices after all.

“Parker? I’m sorry to interrupt but are you ready for lunch?” asked Amanda. Parker turned his soft brown eyes toward Amanda and nodded eagerly, the Tinker Toys in his hands as he continued to put the pieces together.

“Yes, momma,” he said as he finished fitting the pieces together and then standing up expectantly, raising his hands for her to pick him up. “Up?” It made Amanda’s heart melt.

“You want to come with me?” she asked. Parker nodded and grabbed with his fingers. “Use your words.”

“Could… yes momma. Could I go… um… go with you to… um… make lunch?” Parker’s adorable little “ums” as he pieces the words together quickly into fully coherent sentences was absolutely astounding. He was learning so fast every single day. She wanted to pat herself on the back for guiding him to use manners and proper words, but that wasn’t what parenting was about.

It was about teaching Parker to be a polite young man. He was her son after all.

“Yes, you may,” said Amanda as she lowered her hand into his room and he stepped on, grabbing one of his toys before he did. The two of them went to the kitchen where Amanda placed Parker on the counter next to the bread box. He knew where he was and was not supposed to go, but Amanda insisted on strapping the safety pin harness to the back of his shirt and pants

“Mom? Momma? Why… why do I need to wear this?” asked Parker. It was a question he had asked a million times as Amanda finished attaching the safety pin.

“Remember Parker?” asked Amanda. “It’s for safety. The countertop is very high, and if you fell you would get hurt. I don’t want you to get hurt.” It wasn’t the first time Amanda needed to explain this to Parker. He knew the reason. Still, he always seemed a little anxious when Amanda attached him to the line.

“Oh, okay!” Parker said as he sat down and began singing the alphabet song while Amanda crunched up some chips and made them both sandwiches. He was on his third time through when his little voice piped up. “Momma? Could… um… could we pway the afabet game?”

The alphabet game was something Amanda had seen online for young children. It was when you asked what sounds the letters made or what letter made what sound. The game also proposed, for advanced children, what words had the letter in them.

It wasn’t something that Amanda didn’t think a young child would be particularly interested in, and she only started integrating it to educate Parker; however, the more he learned and the more she read to him, the more he wanted to play the game.

The question made her heart swell with pride.

“Of course, Parker. Are you ready?” asked Amanda.

“Yes, momma,” said Parker. He placed his toy on the ground and looked up at her eagerly.

“Okay, what letter makes the ‘mmm’ sound?” Amanda asked.

“M!” replied the small child without hesitation.

“Good job! What about the ‘p’ sound?” asked Amanda, making it sound like a little puff of air.

“P!”

“Good job, Parker. You’re so smart.”

The two of them continued all the way through the alphabet, pausing only when Parker had trouble with some of the letters that had the same sounding letters like “i” and “e” and “c/k”. Amanda rewarded Parker with a little piece of chocolate and a promise they would continue the game once Parker finished his food and washed his hands.

True to her word, they continued playing when Parker finished his meal and insisted on washing his hands immediately. He asked when they could read and when they could play Sneak and Peak again, to which Amanda promised they would while she did some chores around the house.

At one point, Amanda began asking how to spell different words. They were simple, like door and cat, but he was sharp enough to sound out the letters. They sat and colored and drew out the letters for hours until dinner. It took everything in Amanda to tell him they needed to get ready for bed at the end of the night.

It almost resorted in tears, but Amanda reasoned with Parker that they could keep playing during bathtime and until they fell asleep, to which the toddler agreed.

Never before did Amanda know a toddler who was so adamant about playing learning games. He was hungry for knowledge, and Amanda would not deny him.

As Amanda laid down and drifted off to sleep with Parker learning how to spell “bed,” she knew what she wanted to get him. He needed some little books and pencils to write with as well as some workbooks. It would take some ingenuity, but ideas were forming in Amanda’s head.

She also needed some ideas for his birthday; or, rather, the day she found him. In the blink of an eye, she knew it would be upon her. The mother’s last thought before she drifted off to sleep was how time was moving way too fast and that, very soon, Parker would be five. When was his birthday? And had it really almost been a year?

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