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proxductions · 11 months

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“My love is only for you.”

summary: Everyone loved Cedric Diggory, and the girls of Hogwarts can't seem to remember that he has a girlfriend.

pairings: Cedric Diggory x Ravenclaw!reader

word count: _

warnings/notes: a tiny bit of angst here and there. some lovely person wanted me to write about cedric so here I am 🖤 I will also be making a new post about someone who you might’ve seen all over your tiktok page. enjoy!

“The green-eyed monster can rear its ugly head in the most unexpected of places. In love, it can be a warning sign of Jealousy.”

"They're at it again," sighed your friend Hannah Abbott. You were both walking to your next class, discussing the fact that the Yule Ball was just tomorrow, when you both caught sight of yet another girl trying to flirt with your boyfriend, Cedric Diggory.

It was clear that Cedric was not interested in the brown-haired girl who was twirling her hair, fluttering her eyes, and pouting her lips.

You sighed at the scene and exclaimed, "How many times do I need to tell them that he's got a girlfriend? Why can't they put that in their stupid brain!"

Cedric immediately caught your voice and saw you. He gently smiled and pushed past the girl, who huffed as she saw who he was walking towards.

"Hi," Cedric said with a charming smile.

"Hello," you said coldly. You didn't know why you were mad at him, you just were.

Cedric knew when you were mad. He recognized that cold voice of yours and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Listen, I keep on telling them that I'm taken, but I don't think they want to accept tha-" He started but before he could finish his sentence, you were off.

It was finally the time.

You walked down the stairs when you were done and saw Hannah, who also looked absolutely stunning.

"Oh! I didn't know what to wear!" Hannah said, not noticing you yet. "There was this black long gown, but I didn't want to wear that. Oh! Did you see Hermione Granger? When I tell you, she looked absolutely--" Hannah stopped blabbering immediately when she saw you.

You were dressed in a large gown with the colors f/cs, and you looked absolutely amazing. The gown reached the floor and had the details of beading and a lace.

Your friend was absolutely flabbergasted.

"Oh, you're gorgeous!" she had finally said.

You gently smiled as you thanked and hugged your friend.

When you released your friend, you saw him.

It was as if he was looking for someone. He was towering over a lot, so it wasn't a trouble when his eyes had met yours.

He gapped at the beauty that he held his eyes with.

He quickly pushed people to get to you, and when he saw you, he immediately kissed your hand.

"You're beautiful," Cedric had said breathily.

Despite the presence of a large crowd and the loud noise, there was an unusual sense of stillness and silence.

Cedric then reminded himself why he was desperately looking for you. "Listen - can we talk?"

You nodded your head as he then gently held your hand away from the loud crowd.

In a deserted corridor, he started to talk.

"I don't know why they keep on talking to me as if I'm not taken. I truly don't know why, believe me. But all I need to say, and what you need to remember is that I'm yours, y/n. My love is only for you."

This had truly given you an opening, and you kissed his cheek softly.

"And I'm yours too. I'm sorry I reacted that way." You Shamelessly said.

"It's fine, really. I understand why."

You both shared a moment where you locked eyes, and in that moment, nothing else seemed to matter.

“can we just.. go back to the ball?”

Cedric then leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your cheek, sending a warm sensation throughout your body. The feeling of his lips on your skin lingered, making your heart race and your cheeks flush.

"Lead the way, my love."

#cedric diggory #harry potter #cedric x reader #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts #harry potter x reader #x reader #fanfic

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halfmoondaze · 1 year

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I was thinking maybe Jack and sweetheart reader are at some event and some random influencer been tryna start beef with reader on the internet. Reader doesn’t know her and hasn’t responded because it’s not her character. Jack would be so protective. 💕

Protective Jack

Trigger warning: mentions of body shaming

“I’ve never met the girl, she seems nice...but I just don’t feel like she’s a good role model”

Hannah Walton, who was the current beloved social media personality, mostly known for her quirky dances on Tik Tok, was being interviewed in the Fresh & Fit podcast.

“How is that?”

“I just…you know, anorexia is a dangerous thing and I think it is disgusting for someone to promote that as the ideal body standard. I’m sorry but looking like a skeleton is not cute”

The interviewer giggled at her response.

Then she quickly added “I’m sorry, but curves are sexy, sticks aren’t”

“You know she’s dating Jack Harlow, right?” the other interviewer commented.

“Is she?” she asked followed by laughing again. “No, I didn’t know. I thought he was more into women who had something to grab onto…..Good for her I guess”

“Well, back to your collab with Fashion Nova…”

It wasn’t long before Y/N found herself tagged in a bunch of posts regarding Hannah Walton’s comments. At first, she was confused, and ultimately, her anxiety was at an all-time high at the thought that she had now become the current laughingstock on social media.

Jack, was set to not be back home until late at night and found himself walking through their shared apartment front door at 1 pm, which took Y/N by surprise.

Y/N and Jack have been dating more a little more than a year now, and even though they were private about their relationship, Jack has made the public and fans know he was in a relationship with Y/N, who was a visual artist. Because of her anxiety, she wasn’t into the idea of being in the public eye, but she wanted to be in a relationship with Jack without feeling he was hiding her. And Jack was supportive of her, which is why since then for the first time he would let it be known he was with Y/N without getting into too many details about her life.

The news of Jack no longer being single came as a shock to everyone, given that to the public, he didn’t seem the type to be in a serious relationship, and with that came a lot of support and some hate.

Jack who was set to not be back from the studio until late at night, found himself walking through the front door of their shared apartment around 1 pm.

“Y/N?” he called out for her.

He could hear in the distance the sound of the tv, and as he approached the living room, he found Y/N wrapped in a throw blanket, lying on the couch scrolling through her phone while the TV played in the distance.

“Hey” he softly said taking a seat by the edge of the couch.

She was currently going through her Tik Tok, attempting to escape all the drama from Twitter, but as soon as she noticed him, she discarded her phone somewhere on the couch smiling at him.

“Hey, I thought you were going to be at the studio for a while”

“I was, but I wanted to check on you” he paused. “Is she the same girl who kept running her mouth about you on Twitter?”

“How did you know about that?”

“Fans kept me posted”

“It’s so embarrassing…” she said looking away.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. None of the things she said were true”

“I know, but I just can't deal with the hate…I just don’t know how you do it sometimes”

“Well, it would surprise you to know not all of the comments are hateful”

Y/N looked at him confused.

“See it for yourself” he said as he handed her his phone.

Upon taking a look, she became overwhelmed by all the supportive comments from fans, and other celebrities standing up to her.

Right in that moment, she felt so grateful for everyone's support, but overall, she felt so loved and appreciated for having Jack by her side and she wouldnt have it any other way.

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sinligh · 10 months

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I’m my mother’s favorite child; I’m full of sacrifices.

Hers and mine, and so many women before us Substituting security and affection with systematized delusions.

I'm falling down the rabbit hole, not because of curiosity, nor distraction. But because of something akin to reality call.

All the rage that belonged to my ancestors before me, spilt ink that I spend my days crying over

And i wonder if I’m the one dragging it along with me, or is it the emotion that keeps weighing me down.

I was raised to be paranoid mother said that will protect me when she’s not around..

Now, I’m just my mother’s child and I only know how to define versions of myself through her.

Always free, never enough.

A mother lullaby can blend into her child's bones, my mother used to lull me to sleep by humming

"I love you madly, enough to embrace you in my eyes and see the world through you as I cover you with my eyelids"

I’m my mother’s daughter, a wound that refuses to heal.

I poke at it every time I question how can i convince someone who spends days and nights writing and rewriting my future that i grew up to be blind to all that is prewritten ?

That l'm building a pathway for a little life In the shadows of dreams that are out of my reach

That silk sutures hold my organs in place and lies dressed in white sew me dreams that my brain didn't dare to conjure.

That i learned to dilute the amount of love I have for everyone in my life. I don't understand the whys and hows of it but I know that I'm at the stage of life where I don't love without guarding myself.

And I refuse to be punished for feeling anymore, even if it meant I'II only ever know rage.

Meaningless and absolute.

I lose my details as i go. Leaving tracks of my soul behind me.

I shed pieces that i don't know how to define, like a snake does its skin. The only difference is that a lot of my potential lay there underneath it.

I think i overlooked discipline in my journey to search for wildness and inspiration,

and it seems like the only consistent in my life is my desire to change.

I know empathy the way I know my father. Should be present; but isn't. And I'll never be my mother, doesn't matter how much of herself she sees in me.

•••

•Quotes:Elana Dykewomon/ Chelsea g. summers/Azra.T/Robert Goolrick/hayan charara/Hannah Green/Sylvia Plath/ Fariha Róisín

•original context: Sinligh

•Art reference:

1. Winged Goddesses. Psyche II - Nudes & Butterflies By Carsten Witte. 2.Winged Goddesses. Psyche Il - Nudes & Butterflies By Carsten Witte. 3.Winged Goddesses. Psyche Il - Nudes & Butterflies By Carsten Witte. 4. 2. Metamorphosis 2 by Giovanni Gestel. 5. My Crisis are Blessing by Andrea Galad. 6. Papillon |I" or "Woman in Wings", by Louis Icart. 7.Art by Will Kim. 8. Art by James Jean.

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slasherscream · 2 years

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Crazy Ass Boys Gang ft. killing the reader’s rapist

warnings: yandere behavior, mentions of rape/sexual assault - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

BILLY LOOMIS:

You tell him quietly in the moments after you pushed him away when you felt the heat of a make out session becoming too much for you.

He played it cool, but you could tell it was starting to get to him, the constant rejection the minute the two of you would inch your way towards sexual intimacy.

You don’t owe him an explanation. “No” is a full sentence, and he listens to you when you tell him to stop. That can be the end all be all of the interaction. But you want to tell him. You’ve been dating for months now and it’s weighing on you. The secret burns like acid in your throat.

It sits between the two of you in the most benign and tender of moments. It’s a bridge you want to cross over. You want to share the pain with him, with anyone.

So you tell him.

You watch him closely as the words fall from your lips. Every awful bit of what happened. Every grim detail. Once you start you can’t stop. You leave no room for questions or judgement. You want to tell it all, you want the truth to cleanse you.

At some point it doesn’t even feel like you’re talking to him. Or talking at all. You feel like you’re in a trance.

By the end of it you’re out of breath, chest tight and wound up.

You stare at one another. The truth sitting between you. Then you start to cry. The reality of your tears breaks Billy from the spell of immobility your words had on him.

He holds you for the rest of the night. Promises that nothing like this will ever happen to you again. Not as long as he’s breathing.

You fall asleep feeling safer than you did since the night it happened to you. You cling to him like a child clings to their safety blanket. As if the warmth of it will block out all the big bad things that go bump in the night.

Billy sneaks out while you’re sleeping. You told him everything. He knows exactly who hurt you and he knows exactly how to hurt them back.

The sound of the shower running is what wakes you up. You roll over to check your phone and see that’s it four in the morning. You walk numbly to the bathroom wondering why the hell Billy is even awake at this hour.

He’s peeling off a costume you’ve seen on the news. The Ghostface mask lays on the bathroom counter, it’s screaming white face smeared with blood.

“What the hell is going on, Billy?”

He crowds you against the door. Your heart is racing but you’re not scared. Even though he’s covered in blood and there’s only one explanation for it, you’re not scared. There’s a look on his face that’s so tender. Without a word you know where he’s been tonight and you know what he’s done.

He kisses you so gently it makes you start to cry.

“You told me a secret. It’s time I tell you mine.”

JOSH WASHINGTON:

Believe it or not Josh isn’t a violent person. What he is, is a protective one. He’s driven by love. Not by hate. Everything he’s ever done, no matter how wrong or misguided, or angry. It’s all been love.

Nothing can drive you to the edge faster.

When you call him sobbing in the middle of the night it makes his world go still. He’s back on the mountain, waiting for his sisters to walk out of the woods and laugh at him for being so worried. He’s at their funeral, staring at their “friends” who had the audacity to show their faces.

He’s stuck in the mountains, claws where his fingernails used to be and teeth cutting an inhuman, permanent grin into his face. He’s eating the rotting, cold meat of his own friends brought to him by his sister turned monster.

He wonders what else life could take from him. From you.

He runs all the way to your apartment.

You’re bruised and bloody when you come to the door. Voice high and keening. Sobbing from so many different types of pain he doesn’t know how you’re still conscious. He holds you through it all.

He cries with you. He sings to you, the way he used to sing Hannah back to sleep after nightmares. Nothing helps. You fall asleep body still shaking and jerking from the force of your helpless sobbing.

Josh isn’t a monster.

But that night he hunts like one. He uses his claws like one. His teeth like one. He doesn’t swallow any of their disgusting, putrid flesh. Even the taste of their blood on his tongue makes him feel unclean. But the pain he’s inflicting is worth it all.

He would make himself into a monster a hundred times over if it would make you safe. If it would keep you happy.

It’s all over campus by the time you can bring yourself to pretend to be human instead of a walking, grieving wound. The only thing anyone can talk about. The murder of your rapist. Mauled beyond recognition, the killing seems more like the work of an animal than a person.

You and Josh don’t talk about it. You don’t need to.

All you know is that you’re safe, and as long as Josh is around, you always will be.

STU MACHER:

He feels sick to his stomach. He actually asks if you’re fucking with him, it makes him so sick. But of course you’re not joking, you’re crying your eyes out. Holding yourself like if you just squeeze tight enough it might make the pain go away.

Stu wraps you in his arms so tight you can’t breathe.

He’s so overcome with anger he’s shaking. He can’t imagine how anyone could think they could hurt you and get away with it. Harm you and live. He wishes he’d written it on your skin. That there’d be hell to pay if anyone put so much as a finger on you.

Now he’s stuck with the aftermath of not being there for you. Of not protecting you the moment you needed him most.

And he’s sorry. Sorrier then he’s ever been for anything. And he wonders if he’s being punished through you. Because what can hurt him, truly, except hurting you?

When he kills them he’s not sure if it’s for you or him. It doesn’t bring him any pleasure. No matter how many hours he drags it out. No matter how much he makes them scream. No matter how many times he makes them say they’re sorry.

There’s still a sickness under his skin. Maybe there always will be now. He crawls into bed with you and forces himself not to cry as you sob against his chest.

JASON DEAN/JD:

From the moment he met you he knew that something awful had happened to you. Some people live with their pain written across their face. Their whole life story, plastered there for anyone to see.

You hide it well enough. You smile and you laugh. You have friends. You have hobbies. You have it all together.

But JD can see what everyone else can’t. What everyone else doesn’t want to see, maybe. You’re the pillar in so many people’s lives. People depend on you. Who do you depend on?

Before JD you didn’t think there was anyone strong enough to take all the weight of your suffering, and misery, and hate.

Every day you wake up so angry you don’t know how to breathe. But life goes on and no one has time for you to break down. You don’t have time for it. You’re so afraid of your life always centering around that one awful thing that you’d decided to ignore it the moment it happened to you.

You didn’t want anything to change. So nothing has. But there’s a hole in you that grows every day and it’s eating you alive.

When you tell JD you try and admit to it casually. But JD is like a black hole. There can be no insincerity in his presence. No pretense or acting. He demands honesty just by the way he looks at you. It makes you snap, and you cry for yourself for the first time in a long time.

The whole time you feel weak. You feel like nothing.

“Would you like to make them feel as small as you do?”

You don’t know what you’re agreeing to until you’re standing over them. They’re tied up, beaten within an inch of their life. They’re gagged, but you can hear their muffled begging. They want forgiveness. They have the nerve to ask for it.

JD puts a gun into your hands and lovingly helps you pull the trigger.

KEVIN KHATCHADOURIAN:

He stares at you for a long moment. His expression as blank as it always is when it’s just the two of you. It makes you squirm. You don’t know what you wanted from Kevin, of all people.

Now you just want him to say something.

“Kevin? Did you-”

“I heard you.”

He keeps watching you. There’s something about the look in his eyes that can’t be placed. You can never read him unless he allows you to, but there’s something about his expression that’s raw. Despite the apathy forever painted there. Something trying to break through that’s being ruthlessly crushed.

“What do you want me to do about it?”

“I don’t want you to do anything.” You’re at a loss.

“Are you sure about that?” He moves, slow and elegant as always. Until he’s kneeling before you. Peering up at you, eyes sharp as ever. He’s searching your face for something and you don’t know what.

You’ve never seen him from this angle before. Beneath you. You don’t think you ever will again. You drink him in, the sight of him on his knees for you.

“I just wanted to tell you. I think I just wanted you to know.” Kevin stares up at you before he stands, never breaking eye contact.

When he presses a kiss to your forehead, soft, nearly loving, you think you’ve gone crazy and imagined the entire conversation.

You turn on the news a week later and see your rapist’s face plastered across the screen. Murdered, apparently.

You search the internet for more details and they’re brutal. Eyes gouged out. Hands cut off. Tongue ripped from their mouth. Ears sliced open.

It’s horrible. And you know who did it.

When you knock on Kevin’s door you’re unsure of yourself. From the look on your face alone Kevin knows what you’ve guessed.

“Why?” You ask.

He kisses you instead of answering and you’re not arrogant enough to assume you know why Kevin does anything. But when he silently wipes away your tears you allow yourself to pretend for just a moment that you know exactly why.

NATHAN PRESCOTT:

Nathan just knows this is his punishment. For every girl he’d ever hand delivered to Jefferson. For every drink he’s spiked. For every body he’s dragged. For every girl who’s cried themselves to sleep afterwards. If they’d been lucky enough to survive.

Nathan fell for you and allowed himself to think that the worst was over. That even people who don’t deserve a happily ever after can get it. Even him.

He’d stayed home from one party and that was all it took.

You barely go to class. Your apartment is a mess. You don’t eat. You don’t sleep. You walk around like a walking corpse that isn’t rotting yet.

You won’t tell him who did it, at first. He begs for months. He’ll do anything. He’ll hold your hands at the hospital. He’ll sue. He’ll go to the police. He’ll be with you through every questioning. He’ll sit with you in every courtroom.

You tell him you just want to forget.

But he knows that forgetting isn’t easy. Maybe even impossible. So he begs you just to let him help.

Eventually you can’t take it anymore and you tell him everything you can remember. You don’t even cry when you tell him. You haven’t cried since that very first night you stumbled home. Drugged, and bruised, and delirious.

You tell him there’s no point. That no one will believe you. That no one will care. And you’re right, if anyone knows what type of horrible things you can get away with it’s Nathan.

So he’ll take matters into his own hands. He buys a cheap gun a few towns away from some low life criminal. He comes back into town and throws a party. An absolute rager.

He gets your rapists so drunk and high he’s sure they barely feel the beating he gives them. When he shoots them he makes sure to at least stumble away from the scene of the crime before he throws up.

It’s all over campus the next day but somehow he’s never questioned even though he’s the one who threw the party.

It’s just one more thing that Nathan will have to live with.

When you hear the news you start to cry, then laugh. It’s the first time you’ve done either in months.

Some things are worth more than whatever soul he might have left.

DAVID MCCALL:

He actually cries. He can count on one hand all the times he’s cried before. It’s a few tears of pure pain for you as you lay in his arms, limp and helpless.

It’s hours before you calm down. Before the grief falls away like the tide pulling back. His tears are long gone by then. He holds you to his chest like a baby, shushing you and cooing at you.

When he asks for a name the room stops spinning for a moment. His tone is unlike anything you’ve ever heard from him.

“Baby? What’s their name, huh?” He asks again. His voice is honey sweet but there’s something chilling about it. He’s not asking, he’s demanding.

You’ve seen glimpses of this dangerous side of David. He tries to hide it from you but you’re not stupid. There’s a part of him that is just anger, and it waits snarling beneath a very thin surface.

But he’d never hurt you. He’s told you that. While he holds you. While he’s kissed you. While he makes love to you. “I’ll always be here, alright? I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”

You wish you’d known him back then. Wish you’d had his devotion, his protection, his anger, when you needed it most. But you have him now, and you want him to take the pain away. To make everything feel safe and simple again, the way it was before anyone ever hurt you. You tell him all this and he pulls you tighter to him.

“Of course angel. I’ll make it go away. I promise.“

His knuckles are bruised and bloody the next day but there’s not another scratch on him.

“David? Are you okay?” You ask, unsure of what he’s done and unsure of asking the question at all.

He stares at you for a long time before he kisses you. And it’s in that look that you know he means it when he tells you nothing will ever hurt you again. A wave of calm washes over you. He holds your hands and kisses the unbruised knuckles with a reverence that makes you cry.

“I’m perfect, angel.”

SPARROW!BEN HARGREEVES:

Has dealt with a lot of victims of violent crimes. Has even had to talk a few of them down from ledges and bridges. It’s all part of being a superhero.

It’s never been so personal before.

It was so easy to say the right things. Or snatch someone from the jaws of death mid jump. All of that was easy. He’d never been there for the after. He’d never been the family, or the friend, or the boyfriend.

Well, now he is.

He holds you because what else can he do? He’s never felt more helpless. More worthless.

You needed him and he wasn’t there for you. Some hero he is. Able to save everyone in the world but the person who matters most. The only person who matters, in fact. He realizes he’d trade everything to be able to go back in time and just protect you.

His team. His fame. His powers. He’d give it all.

But all he can do is hold you while you sob yourself into a shaking mess on his lap. He wraps his arms around you and hopes you don’t notice that he’s shaking too.

He takes a few days of focusing just on you. He can’t do anything else. Whenever he’s out of sight you panic, scared and frantic.

He got up early one morning just to make you breakfast and when you woke up without him the way you called for him was bone chilling. He thought someone was hurting you, the way you screamed.

He brings you to the Academy and assures you that nothing can happen to you in a house full of the most dangerous people in the world. He orders his siblings to watch you and even Marcus doesn’t say anything at the look on his face.

He’s a hero but he’s a killer too.

The kill is a perfect mixture of brutality and efficiency. He uses everything he’s ever learned to make the last few moments of your rapist’s life hell on earth. He stretches it out for as long as their body can take the blood loss.

He finds you asleep in his room with Sloane watching over you. You nearly start crying at the sight of him when he wakes you up. You cry so easily lately.

“It’s okay, I took care of everything, okay?” His heart aches as you stare up at him, helpless and needing him. “Y/N?”

“Okay, Ben.”

He holds you and pretends it makes up for not saving you in the first place.

SEBASTIAN VALMONT:

“Sebastian? Sebastian say something.” He forces himself to blink away the flood of emotions he feels.

The only thing that matters is you. You, sitting in front of him. Needing him. Trusting him. You put up a brave front, blinking back tears, keeping your voice steady. You say something ridiculous, like you should be “over it” by now. Trying to get ahead of any judgement he might deliver on you.

He wonders who else you told and if they threw your vulnerability back in your face.

“I’m sorry.” Because what else can he say? He can’t change the past. He can’t fix you. He can’t make it go away.

“It’s okay.” You say, but it isn’t.

Days go by with it sitting on his mind. You both pretend everything is the same but it’s different. Not worse, just different. He tries not to tiptoe around you. He tries to just be the same, but he hates that there’s someone out there who changed you forever just going about their life unpunished.

Sebastian isn’t a fighter.

But with money you don’t have to be.

He hires some run of the mill thug and gives them enough money to buy a mini mansion. “Make it painful,” the only instruction.

He gets pictures sent in the mail and studies each one closely. He doesn’t feel guilt. He doesn’t feel sick. He doesn’t feel anything he should. Just the satisfaction that a problem was dealt with.

It’s you who tells him the good news. He pretends to be shocked and asks how you feel about it. ‘Good riddance,’ you spit. He has to agree.

As time goes by it feels more and more like a dream, what he did for you. The only proof laying in a shoe-box at the top of a closet, collecting dust.

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natureismynature · 4 months

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Ok ok ok wack theory time, bare with me here-

So, we all know that the Lords in Black are children coded. They act immature, they baby-talk, they use childish nicknames, they throw tantrums, they have their favorite toys, etc etc

Maybe it's just an eldritch god trait that they all share. Maybe it's because they don't function like humans do. Maybe they've just always been Like That. Maybe that's just how they are. But what if... what if they're not? What if they're ACTUAL children? Ever think of that?

And I'm not talking about young eldritch beings new to this world and are just learning how to walk, no. I mean, what if they are actual. Human. Children. Stuck in an eldritch being's body? What if this was like an FNAF sort of situation?

And I'm not saying that they are children that transformed into eldritch gods, I'm saying the eldritch gods ALWAYS existed, but they didn't use to be Like That. They were not Wiggly, Pokey, Tinky, Blinky, and Nibbly. They were only Wiggog Y'Wrath, Pokotho, T'noy Keraxis, Bliklotep, and Nibblenephim. That is, until the souls of five children were merged with these entities.

Gonna go into more detail under the cut

Now, you might be wondering HOW this could have possibly happened then. Well, look no further than Willabella Muckwab herself. The witch in the web. Otherwise known as Wiggly's first devoted disciple.

We know that Willabella had the touch of the Gift. We know that she was the one who wrote the Black Book. We also know that she's batshit insane. That she's hungry for power. We also know that she's killed children before. How? Listen to the song 'Witch in the Web', there's a lyric there that said "Many children she has buried, their memories are mine" which very obviously means she HAS killed a lot of children.

Now circling on the fact that Willabella wrote the Black Book, if Willabella was Wiggly's first devoted disciple, then where the fuck did she learn about the Black and White in the first place? Welllll, this is where we point our fingers to none other than Webby the spider. Why, you ask? Well, what do we know about Webby?

Webby is the one who's been keeping Willabella in a web. Webby can talk to Hannah because Hannah has the touch of the Gift. Webby was the one who taught Hannah the song, the same song that implied Willabella has killed children. That means Webby was the one 'talking' in that song, meaning SHE feels responsible for the death of those children because she said, "Their memories are mine".

For all we know, Webby could have been Willabella's "imaginary friend" too, much like she is for Hannah. Because it makes sense, doesn't it? Willabella could have been just like Hannah, just a weird kid with a weird friend. But unlike Hannah, the promise of power got to Willabella's head. And once Webby stopped being useful to her, she would turn to the book filled with knowledge she gathered from Webby. She would turn to the Lords in Black.

And we know that the LiB wants to take over the world. To cross over from the Black and White and into our reality. What better way to do that than to offer them bodies to possess? Like how the Church of the Stary Children offers Nibbly pig corpses to possess during the Honey festival?

What if Willabella offered them the bodies of children? To ensure that they are young and healthy when they make their way to the land of the living.

But, since she was the first one to attempt it, what if something went wrong with the ritual? What if, in the mistake, the souls of the five children merged with the Lords in Black and transformed them into... what they are now?

What if THAT'S the reason that the LiB are so childish? Because they ARE children. They were merged with souls of innocent children who just wanted to go back home. What if the pain and the sadness and the anger that those children held against Willabella got twisted and corrupted by the darkness of the LiB that it turned into immature loathing towards the entirety of the whole world?

And maybe that's also the reason the LiB can interact with the land of the living but Webby cannot. Where the Lords in Black were given human souls, an anchor to the human world... Webby was not. Webby will forever be stuck in the mind of her chosen, but her brothers were given the power to wreck havoc wherever they want. And no matter how hard she tries, she'll never be able to stop them. No matter how hard she tries to forget, it will always be her fault.

#hatchetfield #lords in black #hatchetfield theory #wiggog y'wrath #willabella muckwab #webby hatchetfield #hannah foster #timb talks #long post #black friday starkid #witch in the web

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bfiaflbox · 5 months

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So this is how it starts - Chapter 1

Pairing: Matty x original female character Warnings: drinking, smoking, swearing; mentions of: misoginy, cancer (in the past), infertility Disclaimer: some of what the ofc is experiencing is rooted in my lived reality, however I lie for plot purposes a lot. I draw inspiration from things that I read somewhere or that actually happened to me or my friends. It's not proof read and English is my second language so there's either too many commas or not enough commas.

The line connects.

"Hey, are you still at the restaurant?"

"Yes, we just ordered. Is your date already over??" Carly is on the other line.

I let out a breath "yes..." I'm a tad annoyed.

"That bad?"

"Worse"

"Come over, I'll text you the address, then you can have a few drinks with me and the boys and tell the whole story"

"Fuck, are the boys there as well? I really don't want to ruin your guys' night with my moping"

"you're not allowed to mope, just recount the story of your horrible date in great detail, maybe someone will offer to break his legs or something and we'll all laugh about it. Ross' girl and Charlie are here as well. I'm sure nobody will mind, right?" Carly raises her voice a bit as to ask her company rather than me and adds "See, no objections."

We hang up, my phone chimes with the address of a restaurant in Soho and I'm on my way. Great, now I have time to overthink. Until a few minutes ago I was under the impression that Carly was offering me to crash the end of her date night with Adam. The thought of having to socialize with a whole group of people makes me slightly nervous.

When I arrive I spot the group at the back of the restaurant. The fact that there's an empty chair right next to Carly reserved for me doesn't go unnoticed and I make my way over there.

"Hi everybodyyyyyyy, I'm Hannah" I awkwardly greet the group. I don't know why I find it awkward. Sure, I'm friends with Carly (and Adam for that matter), I have met the rest of them at some point or another, and on the few occasions I met Adam's bandmates they've been nothing but nice and welcoming. I'm greeted with a round of smiley hello's, Carly is the only one who gets up to hug me and I'm grateful for that. I can really use the hug but I'm happy the rest stay seated and don't make a massive commotion. I plop down on the chair next to me and let out a breath. What a fucking nightmare of an evening.

It doesn't take long for a waitress to arrive. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Yes, I don't know..." I'm momentarily overwhelmed and kind of tired. I look around at what the others are having and just choose the first thing I see "I'll have a glass of wine just like that one, thanks". The waitress nods and leaves.

"Ah, the Malbec, good choice" the man I know to be Matty comments. I laugh and shrug. I have met him a few times, once at Carly and Adam's wedding, a few times when I was visiting baby Hann but I never really had a full conversation with him. I know he's fun, I know he's a bit weird in a good way, I know he's been to rehab and I know he travels a lot.

"I know shit all about wine so I hope you don't let me down!" I jokingly reply before Carly interrupts.

"So tell me everything. Why is this date over after just an hour?"

"Urghh I had to leave before the main course arrived because that guy was being outright rude and disrespectful. I'm never doing online dating ever again! He seemed so nice in his profile but the real him was a total let-down. I mean, at the beginning the conversation was okay-ish, first date-ish, smalltalk, you know? But then after we ordered our food he asked me: 'so how many kids do you want to have?'" I try to imitate a typical gym-bro while saying that "Like, not *if* I want to have children, no, he asks *how many* as if it's out of the question that I want to have kids. Well, I then told him that I can't have kids because of the whole cancer situation and do you know what he says???" anger is rising in my chest and I'm probably talking too loud but I don't care. "He just asks me 'Well then why are you dating men?' and I'm just sitting there like..." I'm temporarily out of words.

"Oh wow, are you serious? What an absolute asshole!" it's the reaction I expected from Carly but to my surprise it's Matty who chimes in.

"Right?!?" I reply.

"As if the only reason to seek human connection is to reproduce." he scoffs

"EXACTLY?! He then continued to tell me that he's a 'high value man' - whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean- and that he has to spread his DNA or some bullshit and that if I don't plan on having kids I shouldn't try to snatch a fertile man off the market or some shit. The whole experience was uncomfortable, misogynistic and probably homophobic"

"Fucking hell, I'm sorry you had to go through that" I just look at him and bam, I'm in love. Wait, no, I'm not in love with Matty, I'm just impressed by his emotional intelligence that I'm not used to in men. At least that's what I tell myself.

The waiter appears with my glass of red wine and I take a huge gulp. I don't really want to process what's happening right now.

"Yeah, dating in your 30ies isn't fun. I'm probably gonna die alone. And I'd actually hugely prefer dying alone to spending my time with an idiot like that." I continue. That earns me a light chuckle from Matty and a stern "you're not going to die alone! I won't let you!" from Carly.

The wine in combination with no dinner goes straight into my bloodstream and takes some of the anger and agitation away. I'm calming down and I find myself enjoying the company. The conversations flow easily.

"Right, smoke break. Anyone?" Matty asks the group around the table.

"I'm still good, mate, nobody can smoke as much as you" George laughs and nobody seems in the mood for a cigarette.

He gets up and I suddenly decide that I do indeed need a smoke break. Do I smoke? no. Do I want to stand in the slightly chilly evening air and watch a handsome stranger give himself lung cancer? absolutely yes.

"I'll join you!" I grab my coat and follow him out of the restaurant.

In front of the restaurant he fishes a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his coat pocket. He takes one out and goes on to offer me one. I wave my hand in decline and add "thanks, I don't actually smoke". He looks at me confused, almost offended and then just chuckles.

He lights the cigarette "why did you join me for a smoke if you don't actually smoke?"

"I just felt like I needed some fresh air"

"If you want some time alone with me, you could just ask me on a date, you know?"

"haha, very funny" I retort

"I think it's kind of cool that you came here, and that you're angry at that twat and not yourself"

"What d'you mean by that?" is what I say and internally I'm like what a weird fucking thing to say.

"I don't know how to explain that but often people go on a shitty date and afterwards think there's something wrong with *them* and not with the other person who was being a dick. It's kind of cool that you're kind of pissed at that asshole and not drowning in self pity"

"Rrrright. Thanks, I guess?" I laugh and he starts laughing as well.

"Sorry I sometimes have thoughts that make total sense in my head and when I try to say them out loud I sound like a total loser."

"Don't worry, I get it!"

We stand in silence for a few moments after that. I enjoy the fresh air which just emphasizes the buzz from the wine. I feel warm in my coat and relaxed.

"So what's the cancer situation?" he asks

"'xcuse me, the what?" I'm a bit confused

"You said earlier that you were unable to have kids because of 'the cancer situation'" he makes air quotes with the cigarette between his fingers and I can't help but find that really cool. "but I just realized it's not really any of my business, I'm just curious, you obviously don't have to tell me"

"Oh... Oh yeah, I had ovarian cancer when I was 14, they had to take everything out. Turns out that I have a gene mutation thing that had me at a very high risk of getting breast cancer, so I got a preventative boob job out of that as well"

He looks at me for a few seconds and then just drily says "Oh fuck!"

That's a new reaction, it's refreshing. Usually the reaction I get from people is pity, which I hate because I don't really mind my situation. I'm fine. I‘m healthy, I have a good job, great friends, fun hobbies and most importantly: I'm alive!

I'm a bit tipsy, my mood has significantly improved and so I add "I mean I'm happy the doctors were brave enough to do all that because as I learned today I have a lot less value as a woman if I can't produce babies" I roll my eyes and chuckle. He smiles but apparently doesn't find me particularly funny in this moment.

"I hope you don't really believe that"

"Of course I don't actually believe that. I was trying to make a joke. But I guess I don't have to tell you about jokes that don't land, Mr. Meta"

"Mr. Meta, oooooh I like that nickname, please never use it again" he laughes and infectious.

I love this. I find myself craving... him. I wonder how warm his hugs feel but before I can get lost in that train of thought he stubs out his cigarette and holds the door open for me.

The rest of the evening is spent getting to know everybody a bit better, getting even tipsier and hearing funny stories from the band's latest leg of the tour. After the bill is paid and everybody makes their way out of the restaurant the group gathers on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant to say their goodbyes. I hug Carly and Adam, enthusiastically wave to the rest. Before I have a chance to turn around and be on my marry way, Matty asks "Which way are you going?"

"Just down the street to the tube station"

"Mind if I walk with you? I'm headed roughly in the same direction"

He seems like a guy who has the funds to take a cab but I guess he's a grown man who can make his own decisions, so I just say "sure" and can't help but smile.

We say goodbye to the group and head towards the tube station.

Chapter 2

#matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty fic #Matty x female! character #i don't know what this is #matty Healy fanfic #matty healy x oc #adam hann #the 1975

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Dark Farfadream Royalty AU

So the Dark Farfadream Royalty AU won by a landslide so I will be talking about that. Be warned this will contain some dark themes like non/con, torture, miscarriage mentions, and just Dream going through the wringer for this idea

TW mentions of rape, miscarriage, and torture in graphic detail read at your own risk

Farfadox is the Demon King who came out victorious in a war against the kingdom of Essempi. To not have the kingdom destroyed, the nobles agree to a list of demands the Demon King has given them, one of the demands being they give him a bride because his previous spouse died and he has no heirs to his throne.

On the final day before departure, Farfadox is handed his bride who he notices is dressed in a wedding dress too big that covers the bride completely. The bride has a veil covering their face but Farfadox can see that his bride-to-be is trembling in fear as they are pushed into the Demon King's arms, ignoring the snide remarks from the soldiers who brought him his bride, he lifts the veil covering their face to see beautiful emerald green eyes filled with tears staring back at him. His bride's face is heavily scarred but to Farfadox, his bride is one of the most beautiful people in the world he has seen

Dream, Essempi's princess turned prince has been locked away in prison after his family was overthrown and executed by the NotFound family with him only being alive due to the NotFound family's son who took an interest in him. After an incident, Dream was tortured and assaulted for many years until he was given to Farfadox being told he wouldn't even survive the first night

Side Notes:

Dream is trans but he was misgendered during his imprisonment and when he is offered to Farfadox he doesn't bother trying to correct him whenever Farfadox addresses him as a 'she'

The reason why Farfadox wasn't enraged when Dream was given to him as his bride after being told Dream was a prisoner is that in demon culture it's not uncommon for their people to sometimes marry slaves; Farfadox's father was a gladiator slave before his mother married him

During his time imprisoned, Dream was impregnated against his will and had multiple kids which are Ranboo (kicked out of the house at a young age due to how 'different' he looked and now lives in the forest at the edge of a village), Connor (living in fear with his dad who is a raging alcoholic), Hannah and Tina (half-sisters who are constantly abused by their stepmother but their half-sister Sylvee tries her best to keep them safe even if it means taking the brunt of her mother's abuse) and Yogurt (who was actually the only consensual pregnancy Dream had with Fundy after Fundy was forced by his dad Wilbur to sleep with Dream)

The reason why Dream was saved from being executed was because George had seen Dream once as a kid and wanted him as his wife, so another kid was executed in Dream's place. Over the course of a year after the rebellion he gets close to Dream and when he tries to initiate sex Dream gets scared, lashes out and on accident breaks George's nose; this then leads to Dream getting raped by George, beaten by some knights who then are given permission to use him as they see fit

Before Dream is sent off to Farfadox, he is gang-raped for hours and was told he was sent off because he couldn't produce any more kids so Dream doesn't say a word to Farfadox about the assault until a couple months later he wakes up feeling nauseous and finds out he is pregnant (it's George's kid) but loses the baby a couple weeks later

Techno is Dream's Godfather and emperor of the Antartic Empire, a small kingdom. He was devastated when he heard of the rebellion and execution but he couldn't declare war as his kingdom was smaller and not as powerful compared to Essempi

Farfadox and Dream eventually work things out and Dream gets all the help he needs to fully heal and a couple years later the two have sex and eventually Dream gets pregnant with twins

My inbox is open for asks so feel free to ask me anything about this au as this is one that I've been fleshing out for a while and will publish after Wither Roses is done

#farfadream #nethersmile #c!dream #dreblr #farfadox #morgue's writing #dark farfadream royalty au

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With you until the end of the world Chapter 4

Chapter 3

*Angel POV*

I've become Jake's connection to the outside. It doesn't bother me since that way I can find out if there is news that my parents might be looking for me. It's been a month and there's still no one talking about a girl who ran off with a mystery guy. I walk the streets to go to the studio. From time to time I stop by so they can see that I use it, I stay for a few minutes and I leave. I haven't told Jake that I sent a letter to my parents, saying that I'm fine. Of course, I don’t put the address where we stayed. I have thought that every end of the month I will write to them and put different addresses. I don't want them to worry about me and look for me. I also don't go into details about who I'm with. Maybe the only one who knows is my mother? She always knew what was wrong with me and I told her but I didn't say many things. I didn't want to talk about Jake, just say that there was a boy I liked.

Okay, this might be the second thing I've kept from Jake. I also enter my mail, but disconnected. I have read the messages that my friends have sent me, wondering why I don’t answer my phone. Because I haven't told them anything. Lian asked me the day I left why I hadn't gone to work, later she found out from my parents that I had left, she wrote to me asking why I didn't tell her anything, since she was my best friend. The more I go up, the more messages I see that from when they found out. Most of the messages are from Jessy, Dan and Lilly. Jessy who has been writing more as if she were telling me how her day to day is going and that in the end she has decided to move, she’s looking for a apartment in Colville. It seems that texting me serves as therapy for her. Lilly texts me disappointed that I didn't tell her I was running away with Jake. Rather, she's mad at both of us for not telling her what we were planning to do. Dan writes to me worried that something might happen to me as I run away, if I might get in trouble with the law for being with Jake or if they might want to kill me because of him. I'd love to write back and tell them I'm fine, but they've already risked too much because of us. I decide to archive the emails so I can read them later.

I stand looking at the televisions in a store. They still talk about what happened in Duskwood and how the FBI showed up looking for a criminal. I see that they also name me quickly and I cover myself better. I want them to forget about this topic once and for all. "Isn't Hannah Donfort the sister of that girl who made that video accusing two people of kidnapping her?" I hear a girl ask another. "Yeah, what happened to her?" the other asks. I walk away from there, continuing my way to the study. There are still “I am Jake” graffiti on some streets or some Nymos eyes. Where I lived, they gave my father and the other policemen headaches. Teenagers were the ones who painted the most. Then, after my article, it got a little worse. More overtime for my father.

I enter the building and go up to the studio, inserting the key to gain access. I lower my hood as I look inside. It's sparsely furnished and the blinds are down, it's only lit by the light from the computer. I check that everything is working fine and take out my phone to text Jake. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Angel

The computer is in perfect condition

Function correctly, as always

-----Jake has connected-----

Jake

Perfect.

Any problem upon arrival?

Angel

All good

No one following me, sir!

Jake

Do not call me sir.

I feel older.

Angel

Well, you're older than me 😝

Jake

Fine.

Well, being older than I am, you know that you must obey me, right?

Maybe tonight I can find a place for you to obey.

Angel 😳

Jake ;)

Be careful when you come back.

Make sure no one follows you.

Angel

Something special to eat?

Jake

Hmm… Choose you today.

Angel

Well…

You? 😏

Jake

Ha ha.

Sorry to disappoint you, but I will be with the computer for a bit.

Angel

I know

I fancy something Italian

How about?

Jake

Of course:)

Angel

So, see you 😊

Jake

I will be waiting, angel.

-----Jake has disconnected----- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I put my phone away and pull up my hood. I'm not disappointed not to have intimate moments with Jake, honestly. Maybe at first we were a little…needy of each other, but now we just joke about these things on the phone. Also, it's not just about us having sex, for me, the fact that he caresses my hair when he is working on the computer or that we talk about the things we like being in the same room, without interruptions, is what I like the most. When I go to sleep, he stays next to me with his laptop, stroking my cheek gently, whispering how much he loves me as I drift off to sleep. I feel so complete with him.

I want that the day he is free; I can present him to my parents, that they see that he is someone special to me. Maybe at first my father wouldn't like it, but when he saw that they have the same taste in movies or a strong sense of justice, perhaps he likes him better, or also, the one who sees that he respects his daughter like no one has ever done before. I want that future for both of us.

Even though Jake hasn't told me anything about his past yet, it's like he's still afraid to tell me anything about his life for fear someone might take it from me by force. I hope that some day he will tell me something about his life, some detail. No one would ever get information out of Jake from me. I choose death rather than betray him.

*Jake POV*

I keep an eye on the data from the rental agency to know when people will come to look at the apartment. We have been here for a month with no problems and that relieves me, but I am sure we will have to leave eventually. You can never stay in one place for too long, so I have made a plan in case we have to leave.

I avoid thinking that I use her to monitor the computer. I think I like it better think that I do not keep her in here bored while I work on the computer. And according to her, she wants to know if there is talk of her disappearance, if her parents have caused a scandal to look for her. I do not know whether to care about jer words, I do not want to look like a kidnapper again. She told me not to worry about it, that she had made it very clear in writing that it was her decision.

While I am creating another surveillance program to detect any suspicious activity around me, I receive a notification that I have been named in his social network, again, posting a picture of me. I hacked his account to delete the post. I know he is been looking for me for a long time, but he does not know that he could risk being hunted down. “Sorry buddy, but I can not let you put yourself in danger.” I mutter, heading back to the computer. I make a small noise, complaining. I get a message. It is assumed that he would not have to send me one again if it was not that I did it. And I was not thinking about doing it again either, he already risked enough when I asked him to put the Nymos sticker on. But there have been so many messages that I have had enough. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Comet

Hey

Uh…

I know that I have sent you many messages

That I risk getting in touch with you again, but…

I don't know anything about you Jake 😔 and that worries me ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I just hope he is talking meanwhile diverting his IP to another. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Nymos

Comet, do not text me again.

Comet

Jake!

Do you know how many messages I have sent you?!

When I found out that the FBI was in Duskwood, I was worried!

Nymos

You risk writing to me.

Stop doing it or we will both be in trouble.

Comet I don’t care

Nymos

You can get your father in trouble.

Comet

He don't know nothing, he's busy keeping tabs on the people you messed with 😑

And enough of both of you treating me like a child when I'm an adult!

Just tell me if you're in trouble and I'll deflect any signals

Nymos I already have it under control. Do not worry.

And I do not treat you like a child, I just do not want to get my little brother in trouble. :)

Comet

Always with that habit of not worrying others when we already are 😠

And what about her? Don't worry about how I am for you?

Nymos

Angel is fine, do not worry about her.

Comet

Angel?

Who is Angel?

Wait… 😱 OH!

YOU ARE

SHE

WHAT?!

SHE RUN AWAY WITH YOU?!

Nymos

It was her decision.

Comet

I see that friends don’t enter the sack of the privileged 😒

Nymos

I could not make her see reason.

But I take good care of her.

I will not let anything bad happen to her.

Comet

Hmm…

If you trust her…

Nymos

I trust her.

Comet

Alright, alright

Just be careful…

Nymos

Henry, she is trustworthy.

Comet

But do you know that her father is a cop?

I wouldn’t trust her 😐

Nymos

She has always shown me that I can trust her.

She would have given me away long ago.

Comet

But this time you’re with her, it’s different 😰

Don’t let it give you away

-----Comet has disconnected----- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I pinch the bridge of my nose as I sigh. I have known Henry since he was a child, I myself helped him find a home and a father, we taught him everything we knew about security and hacking. He admired me and continues to admire me, to the point that when I contacted him again for help, he would not stop talking and asking me where I had been. Very persistent, if I dare say. I told him about her and he was even glad that I cared for someone as much as I ever had before. Now his attitude towards her has changed, as if she is dangerous. I have to assume it was the FBI news that made him change his mind. It is not yet known who warned them.

But I know my angel was not.

I hear the door and let out a small laugh. She still has trouble using the lock picks. I get up from the ground and go to open the door, then lean against the frame with a smile. She looks at me with a frown, picks in hand. "I almost had it." she replies, putting them in his pants pocket. “You have to avoid leaving marks on the lock” I lean forward, approaching her face “, if you see that you cannot, leave it.” “ 'If you see that you can't, leave it' “ she imitates me entering the house. I stop her by placing a hand on her waist, turning her around. I place my hand on her chin and approach her lips. "Are not you forgetting something?" I ask, whispering. I go to kiss her and she places a bag in front of me. "The food." She replies with a mischievous smile. I roll my eyes and pick up the bag. It is she who kisses me, to later let out a laugh. "I told you, I was hungry for you." She chuckles, wrapping her arms around my neck. "You are going to drive me crazy, angel." I caress her lips, seeing a shy smile. Her cheeks turn red and I feel her skin warm. I kiss her forehead and hear her sigh. She hugs me resting her head on my body. “I'm home.” she says, and I hear happiness in her voice. "Yes, you are." I reply, kissing her head.

We sit on the ground. I take care of the program and she eats, watching what I do. "Here." She tells me, approaching the pasta. I open my mouth and let him feed me. If it weren't for her, I would forget the most important needs in a human being. She then gets upset that she does not deserve to be called an angel. "Any news of your escape?" I ask after finishing swallowing the food. “No, it seems that my parents have understood the letter I left them correctly” she answers after she has finished swallowing “, besides, I told them that it wouldn't be forever.” I nod understanding her words. She can come back without problems whenever she wants, I do not keep her by my side. “What are you doing now?” she asks, dragging herself over to me, setting the food container aside. "I am trying to create a better surveillance program around us" I answer without taking my eyes off the screen “, I want to collect the information of the people around us and know if any of them could be an undercover agent if I look at their messages.” "Won't it be dangerous?" She does not sound worried, more curious. I look at her raising an eyebrow. "Do not you know who you are talking to?" She looks me up and down, cocking her head. She raises her hand to her face and dabs with her finger. “Well, no, I don't know” I take her by the wrist and attract her to me, beginning to tickle her “No! Stop!” She exclaimed between laughs. “I am going to make you remember who you are talking to, angel.” I tell her, laying her down. "Wasn't it that you had to work?" She smiled as she caressed my face. "I can take a break." She bites her lip and pulls her to me. Before I can kiss her, I hear the notification that he is put up another post again. I quickly part ways, deleting all information and photo from that post. Just about, if I am a second later… I raise my hands to my head, taking a deep breath. When will he give up? "What's wrong, Jake?" She asks me worried. "It is nothing" I reply, taking her hand and kissing it “. Do not worry, why do not you listen to some music while I work?” I move a little and let her settle in with me. I start stroking her hair slowly, trying to make her forget what happened. But she did not make it. “Are you sure you're okay?” I lower my head to look at her and smile. “Yes angel, I'm fine.” I kiss her forehead and she nods. The less information she know about my past, the better. It would be risking too much.

Chapter 5

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fanfic #duskwood everbyte #everbyte #everbyte studio

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blueteller · 1 year

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I was reading through your posts earlier and saw the one about LSH CJS & KRS' abilities, and it made me want to share my personal headcanon for another Ability of KRS. As a disclaimer, I think this is very unlikely to be canon, but I found it such an interesting idea that I have pretty much integrated it into my headcanons and just wanted to share since you were also guessing about potential other abilities for him. Basically, I think an interesting third ability for KRS would be: being in the right place at the right time. I know it sounds pretty lackluster, but hear me out. Over the course of canon, there have been a LOT of lucky coincidences for Cale. He is constantly stumbling into people who desperately need his help at exactly the right moment to provide it (and earn their undying loyalty.) Hannah and Jack are just one of many examples of this. It's like his random encounter chance is at 100% at all times. Now, I do understand this is run of the mill for fiction, and in order to have a good and interesting story you need to maintain a certain suspension of disbelief for the lucky/unlucky coincidences the protagonist runs into, and I have no issues with that, which is why I say I doubt this is a canon ability. BUT, I do think it would be both interesting and reasonable within the setting for KRS to have that sort of ability. To explain my imagined details, it is basically an intuition of "if you go to this place at this time, then something you want/need to do will be there". No hints or anything about what will happen, just "go here and figure the rest out on your own." For the guy who can never leave anyone to suffer, even as he insists he wants to be a slacker, I think it would be something he couldn't ignore. Basically, it is a useless and even confusing ability for anyone but Cale, who has maxed out observation and strategy skills allowing him to notice the Random Encounters in his vicinity. It would also explain all the times he just so happens to run into exactly the person he needs to solve either a current or future problem. Honestly, what inspired me to think about this was the idea that a lot of Cale's dear friends and family members would straight up be dead if he hadn't coincidentally been there to give them the opportunity to save themselves, and it made me really sad so I came up with an Ability to fix it. I basically overthought things so much the power of Cale's protagonist halo leading him to story-relevant events was unable to soothe me, lol.

That's truly, really interesting! I don't think you overthought this at all – because it matches quite well with a certain theory of mine! …Well, not 100%, but hear me out.

Personally, I don't believe that Cale has a "luck" ability.

It's still a solid theory, of course – because if he had such an ability, there's a high possibility that he wouldn't realize it (having lived an extremely difficult life, on the top of being emotionally dense). In his previous life as Kim Rok Soo, he was under the Curse of the God of Death, which caused him constant misfortune and suffering. However, a "luck" ability would alleviate the symptoms a bit. Meaning: despite the odds, KRS still survived. He still made friends. He still experienced joy. Perhaps it was just because the Curse was weakened for KRS in comparison to the White Star, but perhaps he also had a natural affinity for good fortune, which helped him out.

I don't believe that's the case, though. Because you forget another important factor in TCF which hadn't been explained in detail yet: and that is Karma.

Now, according too google, Karma (in Hinduism and Buddhism) is "the sum of a person's actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences." In TCF, it seems Karma is some form of energy, which can be obtained in three ways:

being naturally born with it

saving a lot of people by sacrificing yourself

stealing from other people by killing them

While we know that Karma can be used for transportation between universes ("I dedicate my Karma", a method used by the Hunters), and also having a lot of it means ascention into a divine being like a God or a Wanderer… I believe that Karma is also tied to fate, in a way. Good fate, to be specific.

Someone like KRS, who bore the Curse by no fault of his own, his Karma would remain unaffected. He would have earned a lot of it by saving people through-out his life and sacrificing himself constantly. Remember the incident where Choi Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk died? KRS decided to stay and sacrifice himself, too. Just because he didn't die doesn't mean his sacrifice didn't count.

My point is: I think KRS got a lot of Karma. Which means there was a lot of good fortune in store for him. However, due to the Curse blocking all of it (or most of it, who knows), it was bottled up and unavailable… until the moment he transmigrated as Cale.

As Cale, he suddenly had a huge untapped reserves of good fortune on his side. And I think that was the reason why he was so lucky. He was guided to all the allies he would need by this force of Karma, which is directly tied to Fate. He was even able to alter the fate of the Black Dragon's – Raon's – death. The narrative stated that it was such an important event, that even Nature took notice of it and had to "accept" Raon as living in the world. Cale's earned Karma was so powerful he was able to implement such a huge change.

To sum it up, I don't think Cale is lucky because he's a protagonist written that way, or because it's an ability of his. I really think it's because of Karma, and that we will find out more about it in the future.

Thank you very much for sharing your thoughts with me! I hope my reply did not disappoint 😊

#tcf #trash of the count's family #lcf #lout of the count’s family #cale henituse #karma #analysis #tcf meta #tcf predictions #tcf theory #q&a #replies

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wlwcatalogue · 1 year

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A Gay Girl's Guide to Korean Musicals (with English subtitles!)

People often associate musicals with male gayness (both onstage and off) but there's stuff out there for female-oriented queers too! It's just harder to find, which is why I put this video together despite not knowing Korean.

This list isn't comprehensive and I deliberately chose musicals with either queer female characters or gender-free casting (i.e. female actors playing male roles), except for Bernarda Alba, which is special as it’s by far the largest-scale all-female production with 10 characters. Obviously there are many Korean musicals out there which don't meet these criteria and are still of interest to the queers, but I wanted to highlight these in particular as they are, apart from Rebecca, not as well-known. I highly recommend checking out @koreanmusicals for more information on Korean musicals generally!

Note: Again, I don’t understand Korean and relied heavily on machine translation and the original lyrics for licenced productions, so any errors in the subtitles or explanations are mine. Corrections are very welcome!

At-a-glance list:

1. Lizze (리지)

2. Midnight (미드나잇)

3. Rebecca (레베카)

4. Pirate (해적)

5. V Ever After (V 에버 애프터)

6. Frida (프리다)

7. Red Cliff (적벽)

8. Bernarda Alba (베르나르다 알바)

More details, including links to the sources, under the cut!

1. LIZZIE (리지)

Photo source: NewsCulture

A. “If You Knew” (네가 안다면)

Actor: J-Min/제이민 (Alice) Video source: Oh! J-Min 오! 제이민

B. “Will You Stay?” (있어줄래?)

Actors: J-Min/제이민 (Alice – main vocal), Yuria/유리아 (Lizzie) Video sources: 서울문화투데이TV, OSEN TV, 톱데일리 Top Daily, 더인터 (clip 1, clip 2), PlayDB, TongTongCulture

C. “Sweet Little Sister” (소중한 내 동생)

Actors: Kim Ryeowon/김려원 (Emma – main vocal), Jeon Sung-min/전성민 (Lizzie), Lee Youngmi/이영미 (Bridget), Kim Suyeon/김수연 (Alice) Video sources: PlayDB, TongTongCulture

2. MIDNIGHT (미드나잇)

Photo source: 666PICTURE

A. “The Future Comes A-Knocking” (그날이 찾아왔어)

Actor: Yuria/유리아 (Visitor) Video source: 정숲

B. “Everyone’s A Devil, Now and Then” (누구나 악마죠 때로는)

Actors: Jang Bo-ram/장보람 (Visitor), Ju Da-on/주다온 (Woman), Jang Yoo-sang/장유상 (Man), Park Seon-young/박선영 (Player 1), Jina Esther Baek/백지나에스더 (Player 2), Kang Daewoon/강대운 (Player 3), Hwang Ji-sung/황지성 (Player 4) Video sources: 빚, 라디우스, 탄수화물 섭취량과 행복도의 상관관계

3. REBECCA (레베카)

Photo source: EMK Musical’s official Facebook page

“Rebecca” (레베카)

Actors: Ock Joo Hyun/옥주현 (Mrs. Danvers - main vocal), Lee Ji Hye/이지혜(Protagonist) Video source: EMK MUSICAL

4. PIRATE (해적)

Photo source: comet7423_PIC

A. “I Won't Let You Go” (가만 안 둬)

Actors: Kim Ee-hoo/김이후 (Anne Bonny), Kim Ryeowon/김려원 (Mary Read) Video source: KONTENTZ PLANNING

B. “All of us and the dreams we don’t remember” (우리 모두의, 기억나지 않는 꿈)

Actors: Kim Ee-hoo/김이후 (Anne Bonny), Kim Ryeowon/김려원 (Mary Read) Video source: MN CAM

5. V EVER AFTER (V 에버 애프터)

Photo source: Amor_pic

“Hunt” (사냥)

Actors: Kim Ee-hoo/김이후 (Lehwig – main vocal), Hwang Hannah/황한나 (Frantzschez) Video source: 컷콜 찍는 먼지

6. FRIDA (프리다)

Photo source: NewsCulture

“Hummingbird” (허밍버드)

Actors: Jeon Su-mi/전수미 (Diego/Reflejar), Kim So-hyang/김소향 (Frida) Video source: PlayDB

7. RED CLIFF (적벽)

Photo source: L0VE_pearl

“Southeastern Wind” (동남풍)

Actors: Lim Ji-soo (Kong Ming, aka. Zhuge Liang), Lee Geum-mi/이금미 (Zhou Yu), Kim Su-in 김수인 (Lu Su), Choi Ha-neul/최하늘 (Xu Sheng), Lee Yongjeong/이용전 (Zhao Yun, aka. Zhao Zilong), others Video source: KBS 11’s 국악 한마당, episode 1256 (aired 27 Apr 2019)

8. BERNARDA ALBA (베르나르다 알바)

Photo source: Screencap from livestream

“Prologue” (프롤로그)

Actors: Jung Young-joo/정영주 (Bernarda Alba), Lee Youngmi/이영미 (Foncia – main vocal), Hwang Seok-jeong/황석정 (Maria Josefa), Jung In-ji/정인지 (Angustias), Kim Hwan-Hee/김국희 (Amelia), Oh So-yeon/오소연 (Adela), Baek Eun-hye/백은혜 (Magdalena), Jeong Sung-min/전성민 (Martirio), Kim Hieora/김히어라 (Young Handmaid), Kim Koo-hee/김환희 (Handmaid, Prudence) Video source: THE MUSICAL

OTHERS

Amadeus (아마데우스)

El crítico (비평가)

Unchain (언체인)

Jane (제인)

Orphans (오펀스)

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can you touch a bit more on the rumors of louis getting in trouble at auditions/bootcamp? 💙💚

I don’t really have much on that, to be honest. A couple of years ago I went down this rabbit hole to try to gather more information about xfactor larry and understand timelines and how things played out back then (I wasn’t around until many many years later, but og larries were on full FBI mode back then).

What I remember is reading a bit about how Louis was kind of a mess backstage and that bothered a lot of people. Especially by being so loud and not following any sort of rules and doing whatever he wanted. It really adds up with Savan Kotecha having issues with his "ego" and also Liam not getting along with Louis at first.

I think there's a post by @sexatoxbridge last week that mentioned something about Louis being kicked out of bootcamp for his behaviour along with some other people, but they brought him back. And that’s certainly something familiar to me but I’m not sure where I’ve seen this before or any details.

A bit later, after the band was formed, there was also the blind item saying about some same-sex action between two contestants followed by an article saying Louis went missing.

This was on week 5. When Louis was sitting on the top of the stairs on the video diaries looking very very tired and Harry looking proper pissed at him (legend has it that Harry mouths “fucking prick” to the camera at some point but LOL I’m not sure about that). I think this is around the same time Harry’s ~allegedly~ nude picture came up. But it’s unclear whether Louis was sent home for the night on that week and then they brought him back very quickly about something to do with Harry or if that’s just some sort of confusion with the fact he was sent home but that was way back during bootcamp. I’m inclined to think it was in fact just a misunderstanding because there’s another version of the story that says they all got a few hours off and Louis ran away to Doncaster without really telling anyone, but came back on the next day. That would explain why he looked so tired and why Harry was upset.

Please be aware this is all pure speculation and not facts, but there was also a lot of people back then talking about the fact Louis wasn't very sure about his sexuality quite yet when he started the program and finding Harry truly made everything messier for him. And IMO this is a good guess because he came from a small town and he was away from his family for the first time and was not all that confident about his voice in the first place, and when we add on top of that a full meltdown about his sexuality and the things going on with Hannah and Harry... I mean, no wonder he was a mess. Anyway, as I said, all rumours but it's interesting to wonder what was going on with Louis back then.

#anyway this is some really old stuff #but it feels better talking about this than about the mess that DM created lol #xfactor #ask

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herehavesomeheadcanons · 1 year

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On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… 1 Statistical Outlier!

In case you didn't see the announcement, Claude Faustus unexpectedly pulled a landslide victory out of thin air with one (1) vote, and will be featured as our Statistical Outlier for both today and December 24th!

Now, without further ado, I present:

Claude Faustus Christmas Headcanons!

Image that I nabbed off Pinterest-

🕷️😈 Claude never really celebrated Christmas (why the fuck would a DEMON celebrate Christ's birthday???), Until Aloise formed a contract with him. Now, he is obligated to celebrate Christmas every year with the whole Trancy gang. Their Christmases are really… something.

🕷️😈 Claude leaves all the hard labor to Hannah and the triplets, meaning he only helps by supervising the decorations. No amount of pleading and begging will get him to change his mind. Occasionally he'll use his demon magic or whatever to just change one odd detail or another of the decorations, but for the most part he wants nothing to do with actually hanging decorations.

🕷️😈 Claude despises Christmas music with a passion that rivals the fires of hell. It doesn't help that Aloise loves singing all of the dumbest carols at top volume.

🕷️😈 Aloise forces Hannah and the triplets to put on a Christmas play for him every year. Claude writes and directs it. Let me tell you, you haven't seen anything until you've witnessed four disgruntled demons reenacting the Nativity story!

🕷️😈 Aloise forces Claude to do Christmas traditions every year, so Claude just invites you along for the ride. He needs you there to keep him sane so he doesn't murder Aloise before the plot requires it. Aloise makes such a big fucking mess out of the gingerbread houses. It's sincerely awful. Frosting and sprinkles are all over everything, including you and poor Claude. You honestly probably got into an all-out food war with Aloise and both of you lost badly. Now Claude is going to have to bathe the both of you!

🕷️😈 Christmas morning rolls around, and Aloise is up at the ass-crack of dawn demanding breakfast and his presents. You can probably sleep in while Claude tends to Mr. Fancy-Pants. He'll come get you when it's time for presents.

🕷️😈 Speaking of presents, there are several neatly-wrapped gifts addressed to you under the tree. Not nearly as many as Aloise got, but yours certainly have a lot more thought put into them!

🕷️😈 Claude is thrilled to receive a gift from you! He will express his gratitude with a polite "thank you" and maybe a kiss on the cheek. To which Aloise will respond with loud retching noises and telling you two to "get a room!"

🕷️😈 Claude can't deny that having you around makes the holiday season much more bearable than it was before! You really keep him grounded and focused on the things that matter, like not murdering Aloise!

#sc's twelve days of christmas event #christmas event #black butler claude x reader #black butler x you #black butler x reader #claude faustus #claude faustus x reader

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abybweisse · 1 year

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I'm not understanding the queen finding out that Claudia being romantically involved with Undertaker AKA Cedric K. Ross was a bad thing. Were they not in the same society class?

Undertaker's social status

They were not in the same class at all, since Undertaker is a reaper and therefore completely outside the Victorian class system. If he tried to fake being in the upper class, let alone a noble, he would have to dress as he does for the Weston arc.

You'd think that undertakers would be respected in Victorian society, considering how much people typically paid for their services, but they were not. Quite the opposite. Undertakers were considered one of the lowest positions, simply because they were dealing with dead bodies, which was considered somewhat dignified but extremely gross and dangerous. Many resented undertakers because of the high costs of funeral services, but that wasn't really the undertakers' fault. People had come to expect lavish services because it was fashionable... and that is a demand for expensive goods and services, not price gouging.

If you want to point a finger at the person who made lavish funerals so darn fashionable? Point at Queen Victoria. She set the goal, other affluent people made it trend, and the lower classes tried their best to achieve similar results.

Anyway, Undertaker wasn't truly in the same class as the Phantomhives, even if he put on a nice suit and fashionable hat and fancy tie.

But that's not the main reason why the queen wouldn't approve of them being together. John Brown (if no one else) would have informed her that Undertaker is a grim reaper, and the queen wouldn't have approved of that. If you ever watched s2 of the anime, notice that Claude convinces Alois that Sebastian was the one to destroy his village (when it was really Hannah). A possible parallel in manga canon would be that John Brown has Queen Victoria convinced that Undertaker had something to do with Prince Albert's death... or any other number of scenarios that the queen has accepted as fact. Maybe the queen thinks Undertaker collected Albert's soul (even though he wasn't an active reaper by then). Or perhaps she blames Undertaker for what another reaper has done simply because she thinks of him as a representative of the entire reaper organization, and he was unable to retrieve Albert's soul/revive him. Ok, this is getting into major crack theory territory now.

But I do believe that Queen Victoria knows Undertaker is a grim reaper, and that she specifically doesn't want her watchdog to get involved with such entities. Let alone to have children with one. And I believe that it has something to do with whatever John Brown has made her believe. I just don't have the details about that... yet.

I also don't know for sure what Cedric's last name is, but considering Cedric of Rotherwood from Ivanhoe, I tend to think it'll turn out to be more like Rosewood or Rosedale, not Ross. And, based on William T. Spears' "T" coming from a staff nickname for him -- Takaeda, meaning "high branches", a reference to his death scythe -- I think Cedric's "K" might come from an un-divulged (for obvious reasons) staff nickname for Undertaker -- Kama, simply meaning "scythe".

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AI, the Bachelor, and Basic Critical Reasoning

Reading about the importance of friction in AI (or the need for chutes to occasionally become ladders) reminded me, of course, of my favorite category of thing to talk about: reality dating shows, and specifically The Bachelor franchise. Could I make a comparison to healthcare and doctor’s Rx decision making processes and patients are deeply unaware of the factors at play behind what treatment they are prescribed (something which I have spent my whole career on)? Yes, I could, but this is my true passion so I’m writing about the bachelor. Healthcare and patient autonomy will just have to wait.

The Bachelor franchise appears to be an innocent dating show where people may or may not find true love, but it’s actually a carefully orchestrated production. The cast members are real people having authentic reactions, but the producers are the engineers behind the whole scenario. They put the cast members into scenarios they know are designed to provoke certain reactions, fulfilling the character beats that get hit every season: the early 1-1 recipient jealous that her boyfriend is talking to other girls, the girl asking if she can steal him for a second, the third contestant (and the bachelor’s actual favorite) in fantasy suite week telling the bachelor that she will leave if he has been intimate with the other contestants. In order to serve these story lines and the creation of easily recognizable characters -the mean girl, the girl-next-door, the “strong woman” - the contestants sentences are chopped up and remixed, scenes are shown out of order and without context, and music cues play a huge role to serve the audience something digestible out of thousands and thousands of hours of footage. Much like AI, this is in a lot of ways helpful. It smooths out the edges and allows us to simply sit on the chute and slide instead of awkwardly navigating a ladder.

However, much like a subscription that auto-renews without any comprehensible form of cancellation, these patterns in The Bachelor can be grating and offend our most basic critical reasoning skills. It’s physically painful to watch people being set up to fail over and over and being asked to simply suggest that it was a natural part of the process. Why was Madi Prewett made to stay in the same house during fantasy suite week (for the first time ever in the franchise) as Hannah Ann and Victoria? Were we expected to believe there were simply no other Airbnbs in the country of Australia? Why was Arie forced up to break up with Becca in excruciating detail on camera? Is Thomas actually so evil that he came on Katie’s season just to become the next Bachelor (he is not and that is one of the greatest off-screen redemption arcs of the modern era)? These moments of highly manufactured drama (lord spare us all from another shrimpgate) actually lessen the strength of the nicely packaged show and pull us out of the action, reminding us that what we are seeing is just a highly produced product, not a real-life human interaction. That is why, in many ways, the fourth wall breaking moments are actually critical to the show. A great example of this is in Joey’s recent season, where he obediently recites the standard footage about how Malta is the perfect place to fall in love. Instead of the camera cutting away, it stays, and we see Joey burst out laughing at how cheesy the lines are, and tell the producers jokingly to do better with the lines they are feeding him. By acknowledging the fact that this is a highly produced environment, the viewer is able to trust that the rest of what they are seeing is real because we get to see these powerful moments where the characters on the show are exactly what they are: human.

Shanae, about to embark on a 3 episode arc on Clayton's season where the contestants fought over who ate the shrimp. Seriously.

Joey laughing at the producer fed lines in Malta

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So this is how it starts - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Pairing: Matty x original female character

Warnings: drinking, smoking, swearing; mentions of: misoginy, cancer (in the past), infertility

Disclaimer: some of what the ofc is experiencing is rooted in my lived reality, however I lie for plot purposes a lot. I draw inspiration from things that I read somewhere or that actually happened to me or my friends. It's not proof read and English is my second languageso there's either too many commas or not enough commas.

Further disclaimer: yes I know it's not *that* hard to wrap a pan, it's very hard however to make it look nice...

"So you and Matty hit it off last night" it's not a question.

I'm on the phone with Carly after a "call me when you get this" message she sent me at 7am the following Saturday.

"Why would you think that??"

"Adam literally showed me the group chat where Matty called you "fit"" she laughs.

"Fucking hell, that sounds like we're back in year 9" I roll my eyes although she can't see it.

"Don't avoid the subject. What happened after you guys left for the tube station" she makes it sound like a conspiracy.

"We did just that. We went to the tube station and then home"

"I feel like you're leaving out *a lot* of details and one to three major plot points"

"fiiiine" i groan but have to laugh as well "it's ridiculous. Halfway down the road we decided to get another drink. We sat in a bar and talked until we were thrown out and then we went home"

"Liar"

"Not a lie" technically.

"Come oooon, I haven't been on a date in *ages*! I live vicariously through you" I hear Adam saying something in the background that I can't quite make out and they both giggle at something.

"I have to insist that this definitely wasn't a date and it really wasn't that exciting. Anyway, like I said, halfway down the road to the tube station Matty asked if I really wanted to go home or if I was up to get a drink with him. I said yes and so we went to a pub that was kind of crowded but we managed to get a seat at the bar. We talked about ... anything really. He thought it was kind of unfair that I had a pretty much clear Idea of what he does for a living and asked about being a tattoo artist and running a shop and all that. He told me about BJJ, I told him about growing up with five siblings. We got a bit drunk and I think at some point I kind of insulted him as "the queen of juxtaposition" or something, it was good fun...I think. Did I mention that we both were quite drunk? Fuck, I swear I made a proper fool out of myself."

"Yeah, you do that when you're drunk" Carly laughs.

"Thanks, I'm mortified... Well at some point he had to go to the toilet and some bloke thought he could take Matty's seat and chat me up. Next thing I know Matty's having a row with that guy and the bartender threw us out to prevent a pub fight."

"And there I was thinking you were thrown out because they were closing and you stayed that long because the conversation was just sooooo good" Carly interjects in a slightly mocking tone.

"Yeah, well, no. We had a laugh about it and went on to the tube station. Turned out he wasn't planning on taking the tube and just wanted to bring me. But yeah, that was it."

"Have you talked since?

"It's literally been nine hours and nope. I don't even have his number" fucking idiot not getting his number.

"Well that can be arranged, wait a sec"

My phone chimes with a message from Carly who just sent me Matty's contact info.

"Excuse you? You can't just give out personal information like that?!" I'm kind of glad she did though.

"Make it a good story at your guys' wedding and we're even"

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Do I text or call? Text or call, text or call? I kind of want to hear his voice but I don't want to disturb hin in case he's in the middle of something. But calling is more personal, however, he doesn't even know I have his number and that's super creepy. Fuck, why is this so agonizing. Fuck it, I'll text him.

Me: Hey Matty, this is Hannah from last night. You know, the tall and pretty one :P Carly gave me your number in an act of rebellion against data security, hope you don't mind. Did you get home safe?

His answer comes in a matter of minutes.

Matty: Hello! Tall and pretty indeed. I did get home safe, although I feel like I should be the one asking you this.

Me: We're both alive and well it seems.

Matty: Good. Will you go on another date with me?

Me: What do you mean "another"?

Matty: Avoiding the question!

Me: Not avoiding, clarifying! but yes, I will go on a date with you.

Matty: Another! :)

Me: Seriously, is drunk shit talking and almost getting punched by some bloke your Idea of a date? That wasn't a proper date, my friend.

Matty: Who made you the Master of Proper Dates?

Me: Not you apparently

Matty: Also I would like to clarify that I do martial arts for self defense not to get into fights with random strangers.

Me: yeah keep telling yourself that

Matty: You're sassy, you know that?

Me: yeah, I do sometimes hang out with myself.

Matty: About that date... You free Friday?

Almost one whole week? My heart sinks a tiny little bit.

Me: yes, I'm free Friday.

Matty: Then it's a date. The second one.

Me: Serisously, that's such a weird hill to die on

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On Sunday he sends me a picture of him in a park with Adam and Baby Hann and captions it: "Is it possible we have a favorite person in common?". I know he's referring to the child but I can't help but reply "I don't like Adam *that* much??" which earns me a bunch of laughing emojis.

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On Monday I send him a photo of my super messy kitchen after trying to cook a halfway decent meal and caption it with "if one of your future date ideas involves cooking, I'm out" to which he replies: "A woman who doesn't love to cook? you will never make a man happy :P"

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He calls me on Tuesday evening just as I'm in the middle of wrapping Christmas presents. "What are you up to at the moment?" he asks innocently enough.

"I'm trying to not lose my mind while gift wrapping?"

"For Christmas?? It's only the beginning of December!"

"And I hate Christmas shopping so each year I make one day at the beginning of December designated Christmas-present-day where I get all the gifts I need to get so I can relax for a whole year after that. Except for the part where I need to figure out how to wrap a pan"

"A pan?"

"Yeah you know the cooking thing. It's almost like a pot but..."

"I know what a pan is, woman" he laughs.

"It sounded like you wanted an explanation. I'm not judging, there are a lot of complicated words."

"you're such a menace. I meant why are you giving away pans for Christmas? that's a bit of a... weird gift?" he's still laughing.

„Hey, it's a nice pan and my sister-in-law asked for one, I’m not weird, I promise“

"I can't believe I'm asking this but do you want help wrapping gifts?"

"You mean now?"

"Yeah, I'm still at the studio but that's not too far from where you said you lived"

"Honestly, Matty, that would save my sanity and my evening"

"Cool, then I'm coming over"

"The place is a mess and tiny so don't expect much"

"Seriously, Hannah, you don't cook, you don't clean, what ever are you doing with your time??" his tone is obviously mocking.

"Be nice, I have a pan to hit you with if you get too cheeky"

"Uuuh, maybe I'm into that??"

"Please, don't be?"

We both laugh, I give him my address and we hang up.

An hour later I open the door to an overly excited Matty holding a bottle of red wine and grinning from ear to ear.

He hands me the bottle and adds "It sounded like you could use the moral support"

"Matty, I have to confess something to you" I say in a serious tone.

His expression changes and he furrows his brow. "What is it? Is everything ok?"

"I'm afraid I'm more of a white wine girly" I say with a mocking sad expression and a pout

"Pffffff, I thought you liked that Malbec the other day just fine"

"And I felt like a proper French philosopher drinking it"

"Fucking French philosopher" he laughs.

I lead him into the living room where the epitome of the gift wrapping mess is located and get two glasses from the kitchen. He pours the wine, takes a glass and looks around.

"Cosy" he nods

"Messy" I sigh

"Did you manage to wrap the pan?"

"Not yet"

"Why don't you just put it in a box and wrap that?"

"Thought of that, but I don't have a box that fits the fucking thing"

"Ok teamwork then" He takes a sip of the wine, puts his glass down on the coffee table, claps his hands and goes "what do you need me to hold?"

And that is how Matty and I end up on my living room floor, me giving instructions and cutting tape, him holding the paper in place, until it is finally done and the fucking pan is wrapped in paper.

"You could turn it upside down, draw a face on it and sell it as a duck"

"No more experiments, I'm just happy the fucking thing is wrapped in something"

We drink some more wine and wrap some more gifts although none of them prove to be as challenging as the pan.

"Hey will you help me wrap my gifts... later in December... when I actually manage to get something?" he asks and for a second he seems kind of shy

"Only if there's wine again"

"Just tell me which wine you like"

"Pinot Grigio"

"Whatever that is"

"You're the wine nerd??"

"I never said that!" he laughs.

His phone he had placed on the coffee table, before making himself comfortable on the floor, rings. I instinctively look and see the caller ID says "Denise".

"Oh sorry, I have to get that" he takes the phone and goes to my tiny kitchen.

I try not to follow the conversation which is kind of impossible in my rather small flat. He doesn't say much but I can make out a "looking forward to seeing you tomorrow" and that he ends the call with "love you".

My heart sinks. He has a girlfriend? Of course he has. That was to be expected when I think about it. He's handsome, successful, fills arenas with girls who love him... and on top of that he's funny and lovely. What a fool am I to believe he could ever be interested in me...

Matty comes back in the living room and just says "Sorry 'bout that"

"'s alright" I mumble. Yeah good job hiding your disappointment.

"Actually I probably should get going, it's getting late and you most likely have work tomorrow?"

"I do, yeah... Thanks so much for your help and the wine" I try my best at a fake smile.

"See you Friday?" he asks and I almost answer that no we won't see each other on Friday and that the date is off since he's obviously not single and I don't date men who aren't single, but I also don't want to explain to him that I kind of listened to a private conversation of his so I just choke out a "hmm yeah, see you Friday" before closing the door behind him.

Chapter 3

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