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icyharrington · 1 year

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Hayyyy prompt 13 & 18 with Stevie ??

Yesss OKAY ill do them as 2 separate ones if that’s ok?? Also I’m sorry this turned out way longer than I intended, I think it’s around 2k words so not exactly a blurb lmfao but ohhh well ^_^

Contains: vaginal sex, car sex, bratty reader, daddy kink (sorry to those who aren’t into that lmaoo i just feel like steve has a daddy kink)

13. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

It’s just about sundown, and Steve pulls down the visor of his car with a grimace as he’s hit head-on by a potent ray of orangey light. “Jesus, that’s fucking blinding!”

The situation isn’t much better on the passenger side, where you’re seated in your denim shorts and crop top, thigh bouncing with excess energy from hours of remaining still. You dip your head down to avoid the beams of sun, sighing impatiently. “How close are we to the motel?”

“You’re the one with the goddamn map, (y/n)!” he snaps irritably, clearly struggling to maneuver his head between you and the sunbathed road. “Shit! It’s like someone’s shining a flashlight right in my eyes!”

It’s been approximately twelve hours since your road trip to California with your boyfriend had commenced, and Steve had gotten it in his head to take some of the backroads during rush hour in order to avoid the traffic. He turned out to be right about that theory, with the roads being sparsely populated for miles on end, but neither of you have any clue where you are anymore. “Just fucking pull over at this point.”

Steve complies with your suggestion, forearm flexing deliciously as he shifts his beloved BMW into park, choosing a shady spot out of the way of the street. He’s visibly stressed, with his hair starting to go limp due to an extended period without a Vera Fawcett touch-up. “Let me see the map. I marked where the motel is, so we just need to figure out where we are right now.”

He retrieves the pen he has tucked behind his ear, clicking the back down with his mouth as he swipes the gigantic map from your hands. Resting it up against the dashboard, he scans the tiny dots and letters with knit brows until he finally turns back to you with a solemn expression. “Yeah, I have no fucking clue where we are.”

“Well, this sucks,” you gripe, sliding down in your seat until your butt is hanging off, like you’re melting into a puddle right there on the floor of Steve’s car. “I’m so fucking bored.”

“Well, damn! Sorry that you don’t like playing I Spy with me!” Steve says, appearing genuinely offended. “Just give me a few minutes and I can figure this out, okay? We can’t be more than an hour away from the place.”

“Oh, fantastic. Only an hour?” you groan, not attempting to hide your sarcasm in the slightest.

Steve shoots you a pointed glare, opening his mouth to speak before apparently deciding against it, instead giving you an incredulous shake of his head. Then he goes back to studying the map, leaning forward as he rests his elbows on his denim-clad knees.

You stare at him from where you still sit slumped, pushing yourself back up onto the seat so you can stretch your bare legs out in front of you. Your shorts are impossibly short and high-waisted, to the point where the pockets stick out the back; they’re Steve’s favorite, not that he’s paying you any attention in them right now. Your sneakers have been discarded into the backseat, leaving your lower half bare save for a pair of calf-length tube socks.

Resting one leg onto the dashboard, you use the other to nudge Steve with your foot. “Steve.”

He keeps his eyes fixed on the map, rubbing the underside of his chin pensively. “I’m kinda in the middle of something, (y/n).”

Rolling your eyes, you give him another poke, kicking your legs up into the air once his focus is back on you. You can see the way his hazel eyes linger on the smooth expanse of your thighs and calves, jaw just barely clenching at the sight.

You just can’t stop yourself from distracting him; after all this time staying put, you’re in desperate need for some action.

“No,” he says sternly, as you return your foot to his leg, rubbing him playfully. “Do you want to get to the motel by the end of the night or not?”

“But I’m so horny,” you whine, a pout evident on your painted lips. You dance your legs back and forth in front of you, using one hand to idly pull at the front of your top. “I can’t stop thinking of your big dick filling me up.”

You hear his breath catch in his throat, a rosy flush rising to prominence in his angular cheeks. He glances down to your cleavage, which you show off to him proudly, stretching the fabric down even further until your lacy pink bra is on full display. “Fuck. Babe, please- you know I want you, but we need to figure this out before it starts to get dark. I’ll give it to you good when we get to the motel, yeah? I promise.”

He draws a cross over his heart with his fingertips, but you aren’t satisfied with the declaration. The more you look at him, the more you crave him- the smell of his shampoo and musky deodorant, and his aftershave, buried in the crook of your neck and sinking into your skin, pressed as closely as your atoms will allow. The thought makes your head spin, a burning urge making itself known in the pit of your stomach.

You center your vision on him, with his plump lips and cutting jaw, fixing your eyes into wide, deceptively sweet pools of longing; your mouth is slightly parted as you take sharp gulps of oxygen into your lungs, your heart racing at the prospect of getting what you want. He can’t resist you when you’re like this, all faux-innocent and needy, which is exactly the reason why you’re putting this show on for him.

“But Steve…” you purr, tits heaving with each quickened breath. “I need you.”

You can sense that he’s trying not to fall into your trap, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he shakes his head slowly. “If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to a bed.”

“So?” you counter, lashes fluttering. Unbuttoning your shorts with a quirk of your eyebrow, you test him, bringing the fabric down just low enough that he can see the lace of your panties peeking out.

“Ah, shit. Fuck it. Get over here.”

You’re unable to contain your excitement, squealing out gleefully as Steve undoes his jeans, wiggling his hips in order to pull them lower. He scowls at you resentfully, but the edges of his lips twitch as he fights back a smirk.

“What’re you waiting for, huh? You were the one begging me for my big dick- now hurry up and strip for me.” He licks his lips, pulling his boxers down with his jeans to reveal his semi-hard cock, the view of which makes your mouth water.

You follow through with Steve’s commands, figuring they’re only fair. There’s a sense of pride that washes over you when you witness Steve grow fully hard, seemingly in perfect time with you removing your skimpy top and even-skimpier shorts. You don’t take off your matching bra and panty set from Victoria’s Secret, seeing that you would rather not be seen butt naked in the middle of who-knows-where by some pervy truck driver, and also because it’s cute and you spent a lot of money on it.

Steve doesn’t complain, though; his teeth sink into his lower lip as his eyes drink in your figure, draped all in lingerie that you purchased specifically with him in mind.

“You like it, Steve?” you ask, although the dumbfounded look on his face already gives away the answer to your question. “I got it just for you.”

“You are so goddamn sexy,” he mutters, taking a greedy hold of your backside with both hands as you climb into his lap. “Fuck the underwear. It’s all you.”

“Oh, please,” you giggle, flustered by his complimentary nature, though you should probably be used to it at this point. “You’re just saying that.”

Steve reaches between your legs, a low groan escaping his throat when he discovers how aroused you are, petting you experimentally through the brightly colored lace that veils your pussy. “Mhm. Don’t try and play modest, baby. You know you always drive me crazy. Now c’mon and ride me.”

He tugs your panties to one side, holding them in place for you while you position yourself to straddle him. Once your narrow, slick entrance is lined up with the wide tip of his cock, he brings his hands to support your hips, hissing as he guides you down into his lap.

His length stretches you wide, just like every other time he fucks you- he isn’t just being delusional when he claims to be packing, like most of the other college-age boys are. It hurts a little in the beginning, but he peppers your throat with open-mouthed kisses until your thoughts are incoherent, and you hardly notice the burning pain anymore. “Steve…”

“That’s my girl,” he praises lowly, his fingertips digging possessively into the padded flesh of your upper thighs; his face is hidden in your neck, words vibrating against your jugular, and you’re so overwhelmed with arousal that all you can do is whimper. “Won’t stop whining until daddy splits her on his cock, will she?”

You shake your head deviously, rocking your hips in a slow, easy rhythm; you tilt your head back, eyes blurred and vacant as Steve trails his veined hands up and down your body, cupping your breasts through your bra before traveling one down to rub circles on your clit. “Yeah. My babygirl’s being so nice and quiet for me now, finally.”

His voice is raspy, shaking; he thrusts his hips up underneath you, causing you to cry out, moving up and down on him faster. Steve slides the straps of your bra down your shoulders in preparation to free your breasts from their obscuring garment, attaching his lips to the space in between your breasts and collarbone and leaving bruises in his wake. “That’s it, baby. Take my cock like a- fuck- good girl.”

There’s sweat beading on your forehead, and you wrap your arms around him, needing his scent to envelope you entirely. You’re both moaning, immersed in your shared state of lustful bliss as he fucks you open, so hard and deep that you can practically feel him in your throat.

He continues circling your clit with his fingers, pushing in hard to make you squirm. His teeth scrape alongside your nipple, breaking several blood vessels in the process, which he takes obvious delight in. “If I make you cum on my dick, will you be a good girl for the rest of our trip? Hm?”

You pretend like you’re thinking about it, though at the moment you’re not exactly able to form a cohesive idea. “Maybe if you make me cum r-really hard…” you choke out, shocked by how much you’re struggling with the simple task of speaking.

He takes your face in his hand, eyes narrowing sternly. “No. It’s either yes or no, or you get nothing at all, ‘kay?”

“Fine! I’ll be a good girl, Steve, I swear. Just make me cum,” you beg, boosting your momentum so that you’re bouncing on him, your pussy taking his massive length with obscene, wet sounds. “Please?”

He chuckles at the panicked tilt of your voice, rolling his body underneath your own as he massages your clit in fervent, nonsensical shapes. “S’what I thought. Go on and cum for me, baby.”

As if he’s just recited some type of spell, your body obeys him without hesitation; an unabashedly loud cry escapes you as the orgasm ripples throughout your body, your walls clamping tightly around him.

Steve’s lips curve into a smirk as he observes you coming undone in his lap, stroking your hair affectionately when you eventually collapse into his chest, gasping with exhaustion.

“Good girl,” he whispers, tracing his right hand back and forth up your spine. “Now will you stop whining and distracting me?”

You let out a puff of air, your voice muffled by the fabric of Steve’s old band t-shirt. “Fine. As long as I can make you cum now, too.”

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fairycosmos · 5 months

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What are your fave books you've read this year? or ever?

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i'll do this year bc i will just keep rambling if i go with ever lol! hope you find one that sounds like your kinda thing <3 also if you do decide to read any of these please google the trigger warnings beforehand bc a lot of them deal with potentially triggering topics x

bunny by mona awad, circe by madeleine miller, the kind worth killing by peter swanson, the sundown motel by simone st james, the house in the cerulean sea by tj klune, the silence of the girls by pat baker, nothing to see here by kevil wilson, you exist too much by zaina arafat, crying in h mart by michelle zauner, sharp objects by gillian flynn, in other lands by sarah rees brennan, sorrow and bliss by meg mason, the glass castle by jeannette walls. x

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haveyouseenthishorrormovie · 1 month

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Stats from Movies 701-800

Top 10 Movies - Highest Number of Votes

Ringu (1998) had the most votes with 1,327 votes. Chillerama (2011) had the least votes with 360 votes.

The 10 Most Watched Films by Percentage

Beetlejuice (1988) was the most watched film with 80.9% of voters out of 780 saying they had seen it. Demonic Christmas Tree (2022) had the least "Yes" votes with 0.4% of voters out of 491.

The 10 Least Watched Films by Percentage

The Nun 2 (2023) was the least watched film with 70.6% of voters out of 633 saying they hadn’t seen it. Demonic Christmas Tree (2022) had the least "No" votes with 9.2% of voters out of 491.

The 10 Most Known Films by Percentage

Beetlejuice (1988) was the best known film, only 0.4% of voters out of 780 saying they’d never heard of it.

The 10 Least Known Films by Percentage

Demonic Christmas Tree (2022) was the least known film, 90,4% of voters out of 491 saying they’d never heard of it.

The movies part of the statistic count and their polls below the cut.

The Uninvited (1944) The Crazies (1973) Witchfinder General (1968) The Conspiracy (2012) When a Stranger Calls (1979) The Evictors (1979) The Birds (1963) Ice Spiders (2007) Rubber (2010) Eyes of Laura Mars (1978)

Daughters of Darkness (1971) Akira (1988) The End of Evangelion (1997) The Woman in Black (2012) Milfs vs. Zombies (2015) Knife + Heart (2018) It's a Wonderful Knife (2023) Attachment (2022) Gothic (1986) Jakob's Wife (2021)

Stranger by the Lake (2013) The Fog (2005) The Greasy Strangler (2016) Angel Heart (1987) Tumbbad (2018) The Snow Woman (1968) Sugar Hill (1974) Saloum (2021) WNUF Halloween Special (2013)

Sound of Violence (2021) Nosferatu the Vampyre (1979) The Haunting of Molly Hartley (2008) Death Laid an Egg (1968) Baskin (2015) The Last Will and Testament of Rosalind Leigh (2012) The Fearless Vampire Killers (1967) The Haunting of Julia (1977) The House That Dripped Blood (1971) Megan Is Missing (2011)

Ringu (1998) Three... Extremes (2004) Trench 11 (2017) Out There Halloween Mega Tape (2022) Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer (1986) The Driller Killer (1979) Berberian Sound Studio (2012) One Cut of the Dead (2017) Demonic Christmas Tree (2022) Butcher, Baker, Nightmare Maker (1981)

Urban Legends: Bloody Mary (2005) Motel Hell (1980) Shallow Ground (2004) Annabelle: Creation (2017) Annabelle Comes Home (2019) The Conjuring 2 (2016) The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It (2021) Morgan (2016) Sputnik (2020) Devil's Pass (2013)

Dracula's Daughter (1936) Dagon (2001) We Are Still Here (2015) We Are What We Are (2013) Somos lo que hay (2010) The Serpent and the Rainbow (1988) Midori (1992) The Believers (1987) Troll 2 (1990) Chillerama (2011)

The Town That Dreaded Sundown (1976) The Mortuary Collection (2019) The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane (1976) The Pit and the Pendulum (1991) House (1985) Flatliners (1990) The Town That Dreaded Sundown (2014) Crimson Peak (2015) Frailty (2001) Hell Night (1981)

Eyes of Fire (1983) Sister Death (2023) Tonight She Comes (2016) Bad Dreams (1988) Dead Snow (2009) Dead Snow 2: Red vs. Dead (2014) Veronica (2017) The Nun II (2023) Brotherhood of the Wolf (2001) Maniac (1980)

Man's Best Friend (1993) M.O.M. Mothers of Monsters (2020) The Reptile (1966) She Creature (2001) Beetlejuice (1988) The Incredible Melting Man (1977) Kandisha (2020) So Vam (2021) Bit (2019) Death Proof (2007)

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xspeter · 11 months

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𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

𝟎𝟎𝟐: “the lucky one.”

reminder that this fic is written like the book, ‘daisy jones and the six’, so it is written in interview format.

m.list ⇦ previous chapter next chapter ⇨

Y/N L/N (lead singer of, "Silver Springs"): Talent isn't always something that comes naturally. Lots of times there's years of hard work that's put into it- but not for me. I was born talented. Everyone knew it too.

This isn't just me having a big head, either. I could fucking sing. Why do you think I was as successful as I was?

Jessie Biles (biographer, author of "Y/N L/N: Wildflower"): You've got a rich, beautiful, teenage girl living in LA in the 70's. She's gorgeous- even as a child, and once you get to know her, you find out she's talented too.

She's born with all the money in the world and access to whatever she wants- artists, drugs, clubs- anything and everything at the tips of her fingers.

But she's alone. She's got no siblings, no extended family. Her parents are so focused on whatever bullshit they've got going on that they hardly notice she exists.

So, she acts out. She starts going to clubs, getting high with older men, starts doing some real illegal shit.

We love broken, beautiful people. And it doesn't get much more obviously broken and classically beautiful as Y/N L/N.

Y/N: I think the first time i went to a club I was thirteen. My parents were having some bullshit business party and locked me in my room.

I was done with their bullshit, so I opened up my window, pushed out the screen, and left.

I was barefoot, cold, and the only place I could think to go was downtown.

Johnny Marcum (owner of 'The Golden Fleece'): The first time that girl walked into my bar, I thought she was the most beautiful thing i'd ever seen.

Now, I didn't know she was thirteen when she walked in there! On my life, I thought she was at least 23. She just had this mature aura about her.

Y/N: The first thing I hear when I step into that dingy bar, is, "Hey, where are your shoes?" *laughs*, like, that's your biggest concern? Everyone can say that I looked so much older than i really was, but they knew.

Anyway, so I sit down at this booth with a couple older men. They're all strung out, and they're buying me drinks, and at some point, one of the men pulls out a baggy full of pills.

I don't remember which one of them offered, but i was in such a bad place that I- I took it, and it just exploded from there. I mean, that was just the start. I started going out at least six times a week after that, and if my parents noticed they sure as hell didn't care.

Johnny: Y/N was at The Golden Fleece pretty much from sunrise to sundown. She'd be singing, dancing, talking, hell some days she'd just come and sit in silence.

A lot of the girls who came walking around town back then were always trying to be something they weren't. skinny, pretty, funny- you name it, they wanted to be it.

Y/N was never like that though. She was never anything except for herself, and I imagine that's why people were drawn to her like they were.

Y/N: Being involved in that kind of life like I was, and at the age that I was, well it taught me about sex and love the hard way.

I remember there was this one night, there was this older guy there. I don't even remember his name but... he took my virginity. We were at the golden fleece and he led me across the street to some random motel to do some lines. Said I was, "The girl of his dreams."

I was drawn to him because he was interested in me. I wanted someone to actually look at me, y'know? I had just wanted someone to see me, and I thought he did.

When he was done he got up, told me to get dressed, and did another line. Then he says, "If you wanna go back down to The Golden Fleece, that'd be fine." I knew he meant he wanted me to leave, and so I did.

I never even saw him again.

Shyla Rode (R&B star): The first time me and Y/N met, we were at a party that some rich old guy was hosting at his house.

Y/N: These men, they'd invite me to these random parties they were having and of course i'd say yes. most the time I just went for the drugs.

Shyla: Y/N was just a baby. She's a baby at a grown up party, and she's got herself involved in some shit she shouldn't even know exists. The men that I saw her with when we met? They were pigs.

Y/N: When I met Shyla, she practically rescued me from this dude who was trying to get me in bed. He was practically dragging me away and I was so high I just let him.

Shyla: The guy had to be at least twenty years older than her. So I walk up to them and i'm like, "Hey, babes, you ready to go?" and she stares at me and her eyes... it was like they were staring through you. Like- like she couldn't even actually see you.

Y/N: I was confused, but I was high, so I shook my head and I said I wasn't ready to leave, but Shyla was having none of it.

Shyla: I grabbed her hand and I said, "I think you are." But she kept trying to push me off her while we were walking and she just kept saying, "No i'm fine! I don't wanna go!"

Y/N: I know I was being difficult.

Shyla: The guy she was with was following us, trying to get me to let her go, and get this- he says, "You can't make her do anything she doesn't wanna do!"

Like, what!? He was literally about to have sex with a minor who was high out of her mind! What does he know about consent? Like, come on. It's laughable.

Y/N: Shyla forced me to leave, and once we got in her car she asked me for my address, but I refused. I said, "Why should I tell you?"

Shyla: When she said that, it took everything in me to not kick her out of my car. But, no matter how hot headed she made me, she needed help.

Y/N: Since I wouldn't tell her where I lived, she just took me back to her place.

Shyla: What else was i supposed to do? She was high, she was barefoot, and she was refusing to let me take her back to her house.

Y/N: The next morning when I woke up, I was sober. I hated being sober. So I get up off the couch and start looking around the apartment for... well anything I could get my hands on. Pills, alcohol, weed- anything.

Shyla: I woke up because someone kept slamming my cabinets, and I walk out and of my room, and there's Y/N, walking around my place like she owned it.

Y/N: I didn't even notice she was up until she yelled, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

My first instinct was to run, but I didn't. I closed the cabinet, cleared my throat, and said, "I'm hungry."

Shyla: I knew she was lying, but I went with it anyway.

Y/N: She made me some of best pancakes i've ever had. After that I knew this woman was about to be my best friend.

Shyla: I think I became like, almost her mother. I was basically her guardian. She stayed the night at my house for like, weeks at a time.

Y/N: My parents never even noticed I was gone. I mean i'd come back to get some clothes or for whatever I needed, they'd glance at me, watch me leave, and never say anything.

Shyla: During the week, I would be at the studio working on my debut album, so I couldn't watch her, and a lot of the times when i'd get home she'd be higher than a kite.

Y/N: I don't know if I remember a time where I wasn't either high or thinking about getting high. Whenever shyla was gone, i'd go up to The Golden Fleece, do some pills, maybe do some weed or do some coke if anyone had any, and then i'd go back home.

Shyla: Honestly, it was starting to get... exhausting.

Y/N: So, one day shyla comes home and i'm obviously high out of my mind, and she'd obviously had enough of my bullshit.

Shyla: I said to her, "You need to get your fucking act together. If you wanna live here, you're gonna get your ass in school."

Y/N: I was never... good at school, and my parents never paid enough attention to me to know if I was going or not, so when shyla started making me go, I almost moved out.

Shyla: Her grades were always right on the cusp of failing and passing, but I did my best to help her out whenever i could.

It wasn't like she didn't try, either. There were a lot of nights she would be sitting at the kitchen table until the late hours of the night, doing her homework or studying for exams.

Y/N: When I graduated, the only person who showed up was shyla. She was the only person who cheered for me, yet she was louder than all the other families.

Shyla: After Y/N graduated I released my first album and... it was a flop. The record label dropped me, and since that was our only source of income, Y/N was forced to get a job at some roundabout diner.

Y/N: The job at the diner didn't pay enough to keep paying for the apartment we were at though, so we were forced to downsize.

Shyla: Sometimes, when Y/N did the dishes or she was showering, she'd sing this little tune to herself. Sometimes they were songs i'd heard, but usually they were songs she'd made up

on her own.

Y/N: I started to really get into writing my own music. Usually it just a chorus or a bridge. I never really finished a song start to finish.

Shyla: I was determined to get Y/N to do something with that voice of hers, but one thing about Y/N, you can't force her to do something she doesn't wanna do.

She'd really come into herself back then too. s

Stopped letting these men do whatever they wanted with her.

Y/N: I was seeing this guy named Aiden Bower. He was some upcoming solo singer or some shit. But, he definitely loved me more than I loved him.

This one night we're lying in bed and he says, "I don't understand why you don't love me as much as I love you." And I just layed there in silence. I mean, what the fuck do you say to that?

So, once he finally falls asleep, I get this idea for a song. I take out my journal and I write down some lyrics for a few hours, and then I finally fall asleep.

When I wake up he's got the journal in front of him and his guitar in his lap, and he's reading over my songs. More specifically, the one I had written the night before.

He says to me, "You know, you can go professional with a lot of this shit." But I just shrugged him off.

A couple weeks later, I hear my song on the radio. But get this, it's not me singing it.

Shyla: That bastard took her song and never even fucking credited her for it.

Aiden Bower: Look, that never fucking happened. this is why i cant stand Y/N L/N. She spreads all these lies about me. I wrote that song, end of story.

Y/N: It was starting to become a pattern. This one time, i'm having breakfast at this little rundown diner with this director guy. Now, back then I would always order a glass of champagne with my breakfast. But, I was also always tired because i didn't get enough sleep. So I needed coffee, but obviously I couldn't just order coffee cause I was already amped up from the pills I was taking. And drinking the champagne would put me to sleep- you see my problem? So I used to order champagne and coffee together, and at the places servers knew me, i'd just call it an 'Up and Down.' And this guy i was with thought it was hilarious. He says, "I'm gonna use that in something some day." and he wrote it down on a napkin and put it in his pocket.

That's how it was back then. I was always gonna be the inspiration for some man's great idea. But you know what? Fuck that.

That's why I decided to start putting my own shit out there.

Shyla: I was the only one who wanted her to do something with herself- do something with her talent. Everyone else would just make something of themselves with what she had.

Y/N: I had absolutely no interest in being anybody else's muse.

I am not the muse.

I am the somebody.

End of fucking story.

Shyla: Next thing we know and it's 1982 and Y/N's started wearing these big hoop earrings. She never wore shoes either.

Y/N started seeing this guy, he was just like everyone else in LA- trying to make a name for himself, and he drags me and Y/N down to this karaoke bar.

Y/N: He practically begged me that entire night to get up on stage with him. Eventually, I gave in.

It's pretty nerve-wracking. The first time you get on stage in front of all those people, and they're all looking at you like they're expecting you to amaze them.

And it feels so good when you do.

Shyla: She was a fucking natural on that stage. took all the attention away from whatever shit head she was seeing at the time. Around the second chorus, she just let it rip.

Marcus Jennings (lead singer of Amor): When I went up there with Y/N, I had no idea that her voice was that powerful. I’d heard her in the shower before but- on that stage? she was fucking amazing.

She had this incredible voice. Gritty, but never scratchy. It made everything she sang complex and a little unpredictable. You know, i’ve never had much of a voice myself, but you don’t need a voice to be a singer if your songs are good enough- but Y/N? She had the whole fucking thing.

She had the talent of someone who had been practicing for years- decades even- and it was just natural. I was always trying to get her to sing with me, and that was the first night she actually agreed.

I told Y/N, “The biggest thing your songs have going for them is that you might sing them.” But she always hated when people tried to help her.

She yelled at me for a while, and then eventually, she asked me where she should try and play some gigs.

Y/N: I wanted- no I needed to get my songs heard. So I started going around to different karaoke bars, I even did some backup vocals on Shyla’s album that she was working on.

Suddenly, it was like there was so many people trying to convince me to do a demo. All these men wanted to be my manager but I knew what they really wanted. All they saw was this naïve girl that would believe anything they said- but I wasn’t that girl anymore.

There was this dude named Martin Brenner, and he was the only one I could tolerate. Mostly because he was the only one actually interested in my music.

Shyla: Something Martin hadn’t put into account though, was that Y/N couldn’t stand when people tried to tell her what to do.

Y/N: Brenner gave me this song by some song writer I had never even heard of, and he asked me to record a demo of it.

I show up to the studio, I read over the song, I sing it how I wanna sing it, Brenner asks me, “Can you sing it a little smoother?” I said, “Nope.” And I left.

Shyla: She got signed to Upside-Down Records right after that.

Y/N: I didn’t care about the singing. It was the songwriting that I loved. So when Brenner started to try and dictate what I sang and what I didn’t sing- it made me mad.

So, Brenner shows up to my house and he asks for a compromise. I say, “I either sing my own songs- or i’m not signing your contract.”

Shyla: I wish I could’ve seen Brenner face when she said that.

Y/N: He barely even argued with me. I told him what I wanted, and I wasn’t letting up. So eventually, he told me I needed to write some real songs. Not just the half-assed songs I was writing at the time.

So that’s what i did.

ppl should honestly write more books in this format. it’s easy to write and easy to read.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #daisy jones au #band au #daisy jones and the six #eddie munson #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler x steve harrington

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wastemanjohn · 5 months

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look back into the sun

been talking with @deanwinchesterpregnant, about, well, dean winchester being pregnant. or deanna. here's a short extract from a fic i wrote several thousand words of in one day last year and haven't touched since bc it's just rotting in my drafts 🥲

Deanna found out in a gas station bathroom. She’d been carrying the test around with her for a week. Praying her period would surprise her in the meantime, knowing in her heart that - and she couldn’t stand it anymore. It was hot outside, Sammy had been whining about it for the last hundred miles, and she’d been nauseous the whole drive, terrified to mention it. The two pink lines showed up right away.

The bathroom smelled terrible. She wiped off the test, stuck it in her pocket and threw up in the toilet, like her body was waiting for confirmation. She didn’t feel any better afterwards.

They settled in a motel after sundown, on the outskirts of Bumfuck, Pennsylvania. Everything had felt so normal, in a dreamlike way. Sam had been complaining about them staying in one room, about the privacy he was so obsessed with; John had snapped that he could start making demands when he was bringing some money in himself. Deanna sat next to Sam on the end of their bed, knees touching, as John ran down what he thought they were hunting. They didn’t really need a rundown, though. Missing hearts, pathologist notes John somehow managed to get hold of, query animal attack. It was pretty fucking obvious, and werewolves are straightforward enough.

Sam said as much, then went for a run. John rolled his eyes and let him go, even though it was late, because his resolve to fight with Sam was always in pieces at the end of a long day like that.

Deanna remembers touching the back of her father’s arm and saying, voice all tight, “Daddy, can I talk to you?”

John looked at the test for what felt like a full minute. A full minute for him to say, “Oh.”

Deanna stood in front of him, arms coiled around her waist like ropes. Quietly, she said, “Yeah.”

John blinked at her. Then stared, like he was seeing her for the first time. “Is it mine?”

“How could you ask me something like that?” Her voice came out all hoarse.

Deanna’s eyes misted over. She felt like she’d been punched in the gut.

John may have had his little bar skanks, his flings when he was states away. He never hid them from Deanna, which made her feel like crap. But Deanna had been faithful. There hadn’t been anyone else since she was seventeen years old. It almost hurt her more that John would think otherwise, than the fact that he wasn’t faithful himself.

He didn’t apologize. He rubbed his hand across his forehead. It was shaking a little. “How did this happen?”

“I don’t know.” Deanna’s hands were shaking too.

“You’re on the pill.”

She nodded. “I-”

“And you take it every single day?” "

There were days when Deanna would forget. Days when it was impossible. She couldn’t just hold the rocksalt and ask a vengeful spirit to wait while she took her contraceptive. John should understand that. He had to understand that.

She didn’t answer him. But John didn’t really seem to be listening anyway.

His hand was in his hair now. Running through it manically. “I don’t believe this.”

“You think I do?”

She was in tears. It was the hormones. The hormones, that wanted so badly for her father to give her a hug. Hold her, reassure her. Make everything feel less horrifying, turn down the volume on it.

“Dad, look at me.”

It was only when the words left her mouth that she realized John wasn’t. He was looking anywhere but. “Fuck,” he muttered.

“I know.”

“Fuck.”

He handed her back the test, still not looking at her. Thrust it at her, really. When he left, with this awful look on his face, Deanna knew better than to follow.

Sam went to bed soon after he got back. Deanna stayed up on the couch, the TV on with the volume down to nothing, picking at the fraying threads on her jeans and gritting her teeth so tight her skull vibrated. The longer she talked herself out of saying fuck it all and having a drink (just one wouldn’t hurt, right?), the longer she wondered how the hell some people go through life never drinking at all. She’d never felt hurt like this, alone like this, afraid like this. Afraid John wouldn’t come home, afraid of what would happen if and when he did.

There was a night, six weeks ago, a hot July night when John had come to her. They’d left Sam alone in the shitty apartment they were renting at the time to go take care of a quick salt and burn, nothing big, done in two days. And John hadn’t been coming to her much during that stretch of time, Deanna remembered that; so it must have been that night. They smelled of lighter fluid and corpse, and there was dirt on their clothes, under their fingernails, and Deanna’s shirt had been off and the night air through the Impala windows felt refreshing against her clammy skin, and John was gentle with her like he nearly always was; and whether it was the adrenaline of the hunt, or John was just feeling lonely, Deanna couldn’t know, but she sat in his lap in the backseat and he tangled his fingers up in her hair and told her he needed her, he needed her right by his side, always, sweet words like that, sweet words that Deanna loved, because John could be really sweet, when he was inside her and they were both flushed and breathless. He had his hands on her face when he came, inside her like always, and Deanna felt the rush of it, and thought nothing about it.

#johndeanna #my writing #fic #unedited unfinished etc

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xenon-demon · 9 months

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also. tell me more about your Kas!Eddie please 🙏

ohhhhh Lui gravity is the AU that has just. grabbed me in its jaws and will not let go. I think about it CONSTANTLY and I don't think that will stop anytime soon. I've got a few asks about this one though so I'll START with talking about What's Going On In Hawkins circa the start of the fic. If you would like to know more about The Boy, Kas!Steve, then may I direct your attention to this post :D

So Eddie and Steve swap places right before the final fight, because Steve is injured at that point and Eddie isn't (and they figure staying at Eddie's trailer will be less dangerous that going to the Creel House). Everything else from that point proceeds as in canon; the bats get in, Steve dies, Max dies temporarily and the four gates connect and drive a massive rift through Hawkins.

From there, Hawkins basically descends into a semi-apocalyptic nightmare. The rift from the end of season 4 has caused major structural damage all over town, many buildings have been destroyed and lots of people have either evacuated or had to move into a local motel that's been converted into emergency housing for the people of Hawkins (that's where the Munsons are now staying). On top of that, the rift has basically destroyed the structural integrity between the Upside Down and our world; while the rift itself is not really a functional gate, there are a bunch of smaller gates randomly opening up around town now. More and more of them show up as time goes on. Some are small (think like the tree Nancy goes through in S1), some are much bigger (think bigger than Eddie's trailer roof gate), and most of them tend to fluctuate a bit in size/fade in and out of existence. This means that some creatures from the Upside Down are starting to bleed through these gates and end up in Hawkins looking for food.

The government, realizing everything went to shit the moment the rift opened up, rolls into Hawkins about 3-4 days after the "earthquake" saying they're here to "help with the relief efforts". (For those keeping score at home, yes this is after Team Russia & Team Cali have arrived back in Hawkins.) The official government cover story is along the lines of "hey, remember when HNL got shut down a few years back after that tragic chemical leak incident? Well, we've just discovered that a Rogue Individual (Brenner) was secretly dumping toxic chemicals and experimental materials into the local wilderness/burying them underground instead of disposing of them properly. This is the cause of the geological weirdness and mutated wildlife that some people are reporting. Everyone should leave Hawkins immediately if they can, and comply with any and all government orders if they can't". Not everyone believes this, of course, but the truth is so much more insane that most of town is at least willing to go along with it - and that's not counting the people who just up and leave because Hawkins is so super duper cursed at this point.

The main things the government is doing are:

regular patrols around the border of town and known gate hotspots, to catch and kill any UD creatures before they're spotted by civilians

nighttime curfew; you shouldn't be out after sundown unless you are going Directly from wherever you were during the day (i.e. your job) back to your home. you're not gonna get ARRESTED but the military will absolutely Escort You back to your house lmao

urging citizens to stay the fuck away from any weird sightings and report them to the armed forces as soon as possible, so the military can handle it

and yeah, they kind of are helping with the relief efforts in that they're making sure food and other important supplies are still getting into hawkins and making sure the recently-homeless have somewhere to stay, but they're doing the bare minimum really asfjknjvkdan

Essentially, as of the start of the fic (approx. a month after the rift opens up/the end of S4) the situation is this: Eleven and the Party know that in order to fix this, they have to defeat Vecna first and THEN close up any existing gates/the rift. (They also have a strong hunch that the Upside Down is Like That due to Vecna's influence.) The government officials in charge of the Hawkins occupation Do Not Believe That Is The Solution, and instead spend a lot of time wasting Eleven's time and energy by forcing her to close up gates as they appear. Between that and the fact the Party can't just storm into the Upside Down to get Vecna without a solid plan and probably armed back up, they're all feeling kind of hopeless about how to actually fix this. Especially since tensions are rising in Hawkins by the day, and the gate/monster sightings are only getting more and more frequent...

Send me an ask about my WIPs!

#charlie writes things #steddie #steddie au #gravity (kas!steve au)#vampire steve harrington #also idk if the government stuff is good/realistic at all #because while i think col sullivan would be forced to admit at this point that the upside down Is a thing and this isn't all just eleven #idk how willing he'd be to just work with her and the party #i'm leaning towards 'sullivan has been forced to play nice with owens under threat of punishment due to his mismanagement of the situation'#'and he is now leading the occupation of hawkins under guidance from owens. but he is NOT happy about it'#'and while owens will work with the party/eleven sullivan is completely disregarding their (correct) thoughts on how to fix this'#sullivan's like 'if eleven isn't responsible for this then she should close these gates/the rift and fix this for us'#and eleven is like 'you're treating the symptoms and not the cause in order to truly fix this we must kill vecna'#and sullivan's like 'vecna schmecna i still think this is your fault but i believe you're playing nice atm and also if i kill you now #i'll be dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders from my higher ups'#idk if anyone has thoughts about this feel free to let me know #i'm very open to ideas/soundboarding for how to make this feel realistic #because i want the 'borderline post-apocalyptic/a lot more people Know now but hawkins as a whole is at least pretending to be normal' vibe #the secret is not Out In The Open but it's definitely much less hidden than it used to be.

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witchofthesouls · 1 year

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Guys, we needs some more horror-fantasy in Transformers on Earth:

The Nemesis, deep down below, is nestled in the rib-cage of a slumbering oceanic deity -its name is lost to time but it dreams of its above world of Before and unknowingly snares its occupants. Such things can’t be helped, the heart yearns for so much.

Strange paper towns that do not exist on any map. The folks are kind and friendly, yet are very adamant that any travelers must either leave before sundown or stay inside the motel until the morning. It’s not safe after dark.

At the Ark’s open entrance, there’s a creature that sits nearby it. A dark shadow of a canine, its gaze beckons them, the humans and Cybertronians, to follow into the wild expanse of the desert.

The town of Jasper is a quiet, desert community. People mind their business there. There’s a certain kind of breed that lives and thrives in such a place. The mechanical giants battling off a busy section isn’t the weirdest thing that happened. Not even the top twenty.

Flight-frames, regardless of faction, avoid certain areas. Inexplicable weather phenomenon occurs. There’s something in the eye of the storm, calling out, waiting.

There were persistent rumors that they were Neutrals hiding among humans: tales of riderless cars racing on empty highways, strange automatons in forests, submarines hunting in the abyss with no identification and disappearing without a trace.

Old gods and whispering fragments of power are drawn to call of the Matrix, so then Others follow their gaze...

#transformers #Magic #creature #horror #maccadam #my thoughts

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deadmotelsusa · 4 months

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You wouldn't know it if you drove by but the former Sundowner Motel of Houston, Texas still exists. It's closed, abandoned and hidden away by a plywood wall. This motel was originally part of the Houston-based National Motel chain.

#sundowner motel #houston #texas #abandoned motel #national motel #deadmotelsusa

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exhuastedpigeon · 7 months

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Top 9 Books

thanks for the tag @thewolvesof1998 - I hope your move is going well!!

According to my StoryGraph I read 97 books last year and my Goodreads says I read 121 in 2021, and who knows how many more before I started counting so I've got a lot of books to choose from.

In no particular order

1. The Raven Cycle series by Maggie Stiefvater

2. One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

3. The Sleepwalker's Guide to Dancing by Mira Jacobs

4. The Sundown Motel by Simone St. James

5. The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune

6. Magic for Liars by Sarah Gailey

7. The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

8. The Once and Future Witches by Alix E. Harrow

9. Beartown by Fredrik Backman

Bonus #10 - Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sanez

This is literally just nine random books from my 'books to rec' list. They're all pretty different, but I love them for so many different reasons.

Tagging (no pressure) @monsterrae1 @spotsandsocks @acountrygirlsfun @loserdiaz @loserchildhotpants @rosieposiepuddingnpie @generatorcat @forthewolves @ladiekatie @eddiebabygirldiaz and anyone else who wants to share their book recs!

#books!#tagged

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kendsleyauthor · 8 months

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Cordially Invited

Shot in the Dark (Canon)

~700 words

A fun little plot bunny about how Sylvia would be invited to a magical girls' night by Delilah! (And in first-person POV 👀!)

I have vague ideas about the actual girls' night scenes that I don't know when I'll get to, but for now, enjoy Sylv's excitement (and the boys' lack of enthusiasm) over receiving Delilah's invitation 🥰

@marydublinauthor

We were enjoying dinner at the motel room when a glittery pink plume of smoke erupted from the center of the table. All three of us drew back in alarm, certain we were about to be attacked. Jon and Cliff pulled guns, and I had ice at my fingertips.

“What the fuck?” Cliff breathed.

The smoke faded to reveal a folded piece of yellowed parchment on the table. It was closed with a white wax seal. Glitter lingered in the air, some of it shimmering on my fries.

A heavy moment of silence surrounded us as we tried to make sense of what had happened.

“I don’t feel anything malicious,” I announced after a moment, thoroughly confused.

Jon approached the table cautiously all the same. His frown deepened as he picked up the parchment and turned it over. He lifted his eyes to me. “It’s addressed to you.”

“What?” Sure enough, my name was written in loopy cursive on the other side of the paper. “Open it!” I perched on Jon’s shoulder as he tore the paper around the wax seal.

“It’s blank,” Cliff said, crowding in beside us to see.

“No, it’s not!” I exclaimed. The page was thoroughly inked with the same elegant text as the outside. “It must be enchanted for my eyes only.” I looked the page up and down in growing puzzlement. This didn’t feel real, yet here it was.

“What does it say?” Jon asked, his tone guarded as though I’d received a death threat.

I cleared my throat. “You are cordially invited to… girls’ night. Hosted by Delilah Fairchild.” My mouth fell all the way open, my heart thrumming with tentative excitement. There was a stamped illustration in the middle of the page that showed a group of women dancing wildly around a bonfire.

“You’re kidding,” Cliff said flatly.

I shook my head and started reading off bullet points listed beneath the picture:

Arrive after sundown.

Disclose any allergies or substance aversions ASAP. (i.e. iron, silver, saltwater etc.)

Safe event. All pending duels and active death bounties are null for the duration. (NO fighting—unless it’s sexy.)

Dress code: Just kidding, wear whatever you want. Or nothing, if you prefer.

Child-free event. NO exceptions.

“Okay, you made half of that up… right?” Jon said slowly.

“I didn’t!” Flitting off his shoulder, I lifted the corner of page and found another underneath. It listed the date of the party—one week from now—and further instructions.

“Delilah’s out of her mind,” Cliff said, rolling his eyes as a he returned to his seat. “As if you’d actually go to this thing.”

I pursed my lips. As though sensing my thoughts, Jon set the invitation on the table and gingerly nudged my arm.

“Sylv…”

“I’m going,” I declared, looking between the hunters. When Cliff opened his mouth to protest, I flew right in front of his face. “Don’t you see? This is… this is like a revel! I haven’t been to one in over a year!”

“Sounds more like a trap than anything,” Jon muttered.

I whirled toward him. “It’s not! The invitation says it’s safe.”

“Well, if the invitation says it’s safe,” Cliff mimicked derisively. He shook his head. “Anyway, Delilah lives across the country. How do you expect to get there?” He raised his eyebrows as if to say, ‘Cause I’m sure as shit not driving you.

Landing on the table, I pushed aside the first paper and pointed triumphantly at the one underneath. “There’s a rune that’ll get me there. It’s only active during the event. It’ll take me there and back, and Delilah’s supplying the magic for it. She must have put a lot of thought and care into this…”

My grin faded slightly when I looked up to see Jon and Cliff sharing an intense stare, like they were telepathically trying to come up with a way to convince me not to go.

“I’m going,” I said again.

And judging by the peeved, though concerned, expressions on their faces, they understood that I wasn’t seeking their permission to begin with.

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eightysix-baby · 9 months

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thank you everyone who tagged me : @dearscone , @santacarlahorrorshow , @oddbunny , @emmythespacecowgirl , @punkgeekcryptid , @libramooon , @liebgotts-lovergirl 💖

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Last song: crocodile rock - elton john

Last show: finally caught up on the boys

Currently reading: I read several books at once just finished hollywood eden by joel selvin, also reading sundown motel simone st james , before the coffee gets cold toshikazu kawaguchi , the unhoneymooners christina lauren , the apollo murders chris hadfield, my best friend's exorcism grady hendrix, jaws - peter benchley , and hide - Kiersten white

Current obsession: I also have several at once ; Barbie, The lost boys, Scream , The boys ,mission impossible , Indiana jones , the kinks, the beach boys and other surf rock music , and a bunch of others

tagging ( if you want ) @honey-im-hotdog @pleasedontlookatmeokay @mobanjaree @annuary , @almost-a-class-act , @wallywastaken , @canofpeaches , @kaaaaaaarf + anyone else who wants to do this !!! 💕

#i was tagged #saras tag games

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scorpiongrassfield · 10 months

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Hold Your Tongue

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You stay silent, hoping that if you wait Pat out they will elaborate.

It doesn’t take long.

“You know, I’ve been called a white knight, which I take offense to on several levels, I mean, I’m not even white,” Pat says, gesturing to themself.

“But I can’t deny that I am at times a sucker for helping people that seem like they need it. And you and Theo, you just have this air about you. It’s like…” They trail off like they’re trying to find the right word.

They toss a rock into the pond, not bothering to skip it.

You see the moon reflected in the ripples of the splash, and so you look up to see the moon. It’s there, bright and round.

There are fireflies lighting up in the distance, all around the park.

“The best way I can put it, is that you’re haunted,” Pat says, drawing your attention back to them.

“This whole time?” you ask. You thought the haunting was a new development.

Pat sighs. “See that’s why it’s not quite the right word. It’s not in a ghost way, though you have added that to your issues, too. No. It’s like. You’re both haunted by yourselves. I’m not sure how to explain it.”

They yawn and stretch a bit. “In any case, that wasn’t the question you asked. You can always use your third if you want to know more, though.”

As tempting as that is, you already had a question in mind, and you intend to ask it.

Before you get a chance to bring it up, Pat says: “Either way, we should head back to the Motel. I’m pretty sure this park was supposed to close at sundown. I can answer your last question on the way.”

That seems reasonable.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

You glance back at the pond one last time to see it now lacks the reflection of the moon.

“So. Last question of the night, and then tomorrow we get to discuss what you were doing at Theo’s place,” Pat says. They seem a little less upbeat than usual, but you suppose these questions haven’t been easy on them.

“Can a ghost be possessed?”

“What do you mean?” Pat sounds perplexed.

“I mean like. If there’s a ghost haunting a place, could that ghost be possessed by a different ghost?”

The scenery blurs by as the two of you walk, darkness eating up all the details.

“Hm… Well, it’s not uncommon for particularly strong angry ghosts to pose as other people or ghosts in an attempt to trick or otherwise hurt people. Same goes for spirits as far as I know, but those aren’t my area of expertise,” Pat muses.

You frown. Whoever has been possessing Theo has only ever tried to warn you about Ametrine, so you figure they have your best interests at heart. You’ll have to be a little more wary from now on, just in case.

Still, that doesn’t actually answer your question. Because you’ve seen the change in Theo. Unless someone has been impersonating him this whole time, what Pat’s talking about isn’t the case.

“That’s not possession though, is it?”

“No, it isn’t. If you want an answer for that question specifically… I’ve never heard of it. That doesn’t mean it’s impossible, but I wouldn’t count on it being possible either. We'll have to do some research," they say. Then, after a pause that spans a few strides, "Why do you ask?”

You’re asking because if the answer is no, you’ll need a new theory for what’s going on with Not-Theo. But you haven’t told Pat about that whole situation yet.

You’re not sure you want to, though you can’t put your finger on why.

Pat’s been nothing but trustworthy, it doesn’t make sense to hide something like this.

But when you think about telling them panic flutters in your stomach.

Will you tell them?

#choose your own adventure #interactive fiction #writeblr #original writing

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