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splendidreads · 1 year

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Open Your Heart, Part 1

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female OC

Word Count: 3,299

This first chapter is so long omg.

This first chapter has no warnings. Future chapters will include the following; Cursing, mentions of abuse, violence, weapons, smut, angst, fluff.. I will add more as needed!

Kind of a summary? Idk. I’m still thinking.

‘Arranged marriages are never easy. This one is no exception. Both sides will have to relearn their ways, and learn to trust each other. Bucky has all the love to give, but Katherine doesn’t know how to accept real love. She’s never been loved by anyone other than her best friend. Will she learn to open her heart, to New Yorks most notorious Mob Boss? Or is she too scared, that he’s just like everyone else?’

A/N; This is my FIRST Bucky story. As well as my first AU story. If this first part does well, I’ll keep on going. I’m incredibly beyond nervous about this. Constructive criticism welcome, but please be nice. Please re-post and comment :)

I do NOT give permission for my work to be copied and posted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. PLEASE just reblog if you want to share my story!!

Will happily start a tag list if anyone is interested!

✨Part 2 here✨

“Yeah, it’s getting pretty chilly out.”

Katherine tossed her keys onto her dresser as she held the phone between her ear and shoulder, flipping through the stack of mail in her hands.

“Perfect night for a book and hot chocolate.”

Katherine chuckled softly, “Sage, do you ever really need an excuse to do that?”

She could hear laughter on the other side of the phone, “Not really. But it’s the aesthetic!”

She rolled her eyes at her friend, humming softly as she sorted a few bills, until her eyes landed on an envelope that stood out. It was a deep, blood red color with a silver wax seal on it. Her name was written on it, so she didn’t hesitate to open it.

“Anything interesting?”

She hummed in response, “Possibly..”

Her fingers gently tugged the paper out from the envelope, her curiosity spiking. She unfolded the paper, and her eyes soon began to go over the words.

“Oh my god,” she gasped softly, a bit breathless, “Its him.. It’s a letter from HIM!”

As soon as she got the words out, her phone began chiming in her ear, signaling that Sage was converting the call to a video call. Katherine answered it, and propped the phone up on her dresser.

“Well, what did he say?” Sage looked at her curiously, “Its about the wedding, right?”

Katherine looked at the letter, and let out a soft breath.

“It says..”

“My Dearest Katherine,

I know that we’ve both been waiting for this moment, at least.. I know that I have. I wanted to give you the space you deserve, and to not rush you. If you’re ready for me, I’m here, and I’d like for you to come stay with me. I’ll take care of anything you need, or want, to make this transition easier and more comfortable. Just let me know when you’re ready.

Sincerely yours,

James Buchanan Barnes

My number: xxx-xxx-xxxx”

Both girls were silent for a moment. Katherine’s thoughts were overwhelmed by excitement, the moment she’d been waiting for was finally here.. While Sages thoughts were quite the opposite.

“The mob boss Bucky Barnes?!” Sage exclaimed, finally processing the words from the letter. “YOU'RE MARRYING A MOB BOSS?”

“Seems so..” Katherine grabbed the phone, and immediately put the number in, sending him a text.

“I don’t know Katie, this is.. Are you sure? You’ve heard all of the stories..”

Katherine rolled her eyes, “I can’t break the deal. It’s not mine to negotiate anyways..” she let out a soft sigh, “I know. I remember them, we’ve all heard the stories..”

Sage let out a long breath, worry written all over her face, “Well.. When do you think you want to go? I’m sure he’d understand if you wanted more time.”

Katherine bit the inside of her cheek, having already received a few text messages from him, “In a few hours.”

Sages face fell, “What?”

“He’s sending a driver over at 3,” She began moving around her room, and began the process of packing, “It’s not like I have much to pack anyways.”

“You already texted him? Katherine-“

Katherine shook her head, cutting her off, “You know how long I’ve been waiting for this. Yes, it’s.. Interesting.. Who he turned out to be.. But this is still my only chance to get out… A chance to be happy.”

As much as Sage wanted to argue, disagree, and try to talk her out of it.. She knew that she was right.

“If he can make you happy..” Sage let out a soft sigh, before a smile spread on her lips, “Make sure to tell me everything! I want to know what he’s like, what his house is like! I’ve heard it’s a huge mansion..”

As Sage began to go on and on about all the different rumors they’ve all heard about him, Katherine’s mind was occupied with other thoughts.

I hope I don’t disappoint him.

If I just keep my head down, and listen, I’m sure it’ll be fine.

I wonder if he’ll like me..

Will we be happy together?

“I bet the arm thing isn’t real. You know how mobs like to spread stories to scare people.”

Sage's last words made Katherine chuckle, “I suppose I’ll be finding out which rumors are true or not, hmm?”

“Yeah, you’ll have to let me know if his eyes are really that blue.” Sage let out a soft dreamy sigh, “I wonder what he really looks like. It seems to depend on who you ask.”

Katherine hummed softly, imagining the man as she packed, “Yeah, if they’re on his good side, or his bad side.”

Both girls chuckled a bit, continuing to talk about all the different possibilities that might happen. Katherine continued packing as they spoke, finding that she really didn’t have much to pack. She didn’t have many clothes, most of it being her work uniforms. A couple pairs of jeans, a few t-shirts (All of which had something to do with music), a single long sleeved shirt, and her oversized nightshirts. She only had three pairs of shoes; A pair of purple converse sneakers (which were on her feet), her black combat boots, and her work shoes. Thankfully, she still had her black dress and heels from when Sage forced her to get them. She could still hear Sages words from that day, ‘This dress would look killer on you, your curves will pop, and drive any man crazy!’ She had only tried the dress on once, never having an occasion to wear it. So, including the heels, she actually had four pairs of shoes.

Great.

A loud knock on the front door made both girls fall silent, but Sage was quick to realize.

“It’s three..”

Katherine sucked in a breath, nodding her head, “Okay… Okay. I’ll talk to you later, I promise!”

Sage sighed, nodding her head, “You’d better.. I’ll send a search party! Don’t forget your art bag!”

The call ended after the both girls said ‘I love you’, and Katherine made a beeline to the front door, bags in hand. She opened it to find a man, a bit older than her, with a nice suit on.

He offered a small smile, “Miss Connors?”

She nodded her head, “Yes sir.” Returning the smile, before realizing..

Dad.

She let out a soft sigh, “I have to do something really quick, then I’m ready.”

The man nodded his head, and reached for her bags, “I’ll take these, and meet you at the car.”

She turned on her heel, walking through the house. Her father was passed out in his recliner in the living room, a beer threatening to fall from his hand and onto the floor. Shaking her head at the sight, she decided to just leave him a note, instead of waking him.

‘Mr. Barnes finally reached out.

I accepted.

That’s where I’ll be when you wake up.’

She placed the note in front of the television, before walking back through the house. Grabbing her leather jacket, and her ‘art’ bag as Sage called it, she went out the front door. The man at the car gave her another smile, opening the back door for her. As she stepped in, she took one last look at the house, before nodding to herself and letting the man close the door.

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The car ride was silent for the most part, the man asking her a few times if she was alright or if she needed anything. New York City seemed to disappear behind them as they went, the drive lasting about 20 minutes. Katherine’s eyes widened as the car rolled to a stop.. He really did have a mansion.

“Alright Miss. Connors.” The man got out of the car, as her eyes observed the large home. It was old, Victorian era old. Equal parts elegant, beautiful, and creepy. The driver, whom she had learned to be Joe, opened her door for her, offering a warm smile. She got out, and was greeted by a crisp breeze. She was glad to have her leather jacket on.

“Thanks for the ride.” She said to him, a small grin on her lips as she grabbed her bags.

“Anytime, ma’am. Mr. Barnes is my favorite client.”

She gave him a small nod before turning to walk towards the house. As she walked up the front steps,, the nerves finally began to break through. She took in a deep breath as she raised her fisted hand to knock, but the door opened in front of her, startling her.

“You must be Katherine!” An older woman, probably in her late 50s or so, gave her a wide grin.

“Yes ma’am, that’s me.” She returned the grin, trying to conceal her nerves.

“Come in, come in…” The woman motioned her inside, and as she stepped in, she closed the door. “I’m Annette, one of Mr. Barnes housekeepers.”

Katherine’s eyes wandered around the entryway, “It’s nice to meet you.”

Annette stood there, silent for a moment. As if she were allowing Katherine to study the home. “Mr. Barnes is currently in a meeting, so I’ll show you to your room!”

Katherine gave her a small smile, nodding her head to the woman. She followed along behind her, looking around as they went. It was pretty modern inside, compared to the old style of the outside. The first room was huge; a long fireplace along the far wall. It seemed to have been set up to hold guests, maybe for meetings or get-togethers. There were staircases on either side of the room, and they started the descent up the left side. Once at the top, she realized that both sides met on the same floor. There didn’t seem to be much personal touch in the home; No family photos in sight.

“Here we are, the last door on the left. The room on the right is an office area that he never uses, the other door on the left is another entrance into your bathroom. I usually keep it locked.”

Katherine blinked a few times, before hesitantly opening the door to the bedroom.. her eyes widened once again, seeing how large it was. It was almost like a suite at a hotel; having a lounge area with a couch, recliner and television. A wall separated that space from an area with a ginormous bed. It must’ve been a California king, she’d never seen a bed so large. As she walked around, Annette came in as well, opening the curtains.

“This door here is your closet,” she said as she turned the knob, revealing a walk in closet. “And over here is your bathroom.”

Katherine was shocked, her eyes trying to take in the massive space, “A-And this room… Is mine?”

Annette let out a soft chuckle, “Yes dear.”

Confusion then came across Katherine’s face, realizing that she and her future husband had separate rooms. Annette must’ve noticed this, because she offered a kind smile.

“Mr. Barnes is a good man, Katherine. He wanted you to have your own space, he didn’t want to pressure you into anything until you were ready.”

Katherine nodded slowly, setting her bags down on the foot of the bed- Her bed. She gave Annette a big grin, when the initial shock had finally subsided. She let out a giggle, doing a twirl as she took one long look at the room. Annette chuckled softly, watching the woman.

“It was overwhelming to me too, back in the day. I’d never seen such spacious rooms.” She shrugged her shoulders.

Katherine let out a long sigh, a smile tugging at her lips, “This is.. It is a lot. This room is half the size of my house!”

Both women chuckled for a moment, until there was a knock at the door. Katherine’s eyes moved to look at who it was, somehow knowing that it wasn’t him. A tall man leaned in the doorway, golden blonde hair that went just past his ears, and a neat beard on his face.

“Mr. Rogers.” Annette nodded her head toward him, giving him a small smile.

“Annette,” he returned the smile, then his eyes landed on Katherine, “So you’re the one who’s marrying my best friend.”

Katherine’s nerves slowly creeped their way back into her mind, nodding her head silently. She wasn’t sure what to say, her eyes flickering between the man and Annette.

He walked towards her, extending a hand, “I’m Steve.” He gave her a warm grin, and it helped settle her silly nerves.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, taking his hand and shaking it.

“I hope you’re finding everything to your liking. Buck sent me to extend his apologies, his meetings running later than expected.” Steve let out a soft sigh as their hands fell, “He wanted to greet you when you arrived.”

Katherine nodded her head, running a hand through her long brown hair, “It’s alright, I understand.” She shrugged, though secretly she was quite anxious and excited to finally set her eyes on him.

Steve’s eyes wandered around the room, before settling on her bags, “Are there more bags downstairs? I can go get them if you’d like.”

Katherine was slightly embarrassed, “Oh, uhm.. No.. That’s all I’ve got.”

Silent words seemed to be exchanged, Steve understanding the expression on her face. Katherine didn’t want to have to explain to anyone that she was dirt poor and didn’t have many possessions. Steve didn’t seem to want to press the issue.

“Well, I’ve got to get back to work. I’ll see you around dear! Steve will take good care of you.” Annette gave them both a smile, before leaving the room.

Katherine let out a breath, before making a clicking sound with her tongue, “Welp,” she moved to start unpacking her bags, “I s’pose I’ll start unpacking while I wait.” She shrugged her shoulders, before letting out a soft chuckle. Her phone was going off in her pocket, and she knew who it was. She pulled the device out, to see text messages from Sage.

‘Everything good?’

‘Are you there yet??’

‘KATIE’

‘…Has he swooped you off your feet yet?’

‘DETAILS WOMAN!’

Katherine laughed, reading the messages. Steve quirked an eyebrow curiously, wondering what was going on. She looked over to him as she texted Sage back.

‘I haven’t met him yet! Just settling into my room. I’ll video call you before bed!’

“Oh, it’s just my best friend chomping at the bit. Sage is a very protective friend, and if I don’t answer, I’m sure she’d manage to find out where I am.”

Steve let out a soft chuckle, nodding his head, “Oh, I understand that.”

Katherine hummed softly, “I’m sure she’d like to see where I’m living now.. Do you think he’d be alright if she came over some time?” She looked at Steve, wondering what he thought. But Steve’s eyes were now on his own phone.

“You can ask him yourself,” he said, sliding the device back into his pocket, “He’s out of his meeting, and would like for me to escort you to his office.”

Katherine nodded her head slowly, “Uhm, then lead the way.”

Steve gave her a smile, before doing just that. He led her down the hallway, and back down the staircase. Her fingers began fumbling with the hem of her shirt, ‘The Andrews Sisters’ logo quite faded on the front of the old clothing. As she followed him through the house, her anxiety came creeping back into her mind. Thoughts of her mysterious suitor flooded her brain, wondering what their first interaction might be like. She was lost in her thoughts as Steve led her into a room, her eyes wandering around as she observed the new area. There were bookcases covering the walls, hundreds of books filling them. She smiled, looking at all the old covers. She could’ve sworn she had spotted an old copy of ‘Great Tales and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe’.

“Katherine?”

Her eyes snapped to where she had heard her name, and the nerves turned into butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Standing before her, leaning against a large wooden desk, was a man. Probably the most attractive man she’d ever laid eyes on. He had dark hair, a quiff of dark locks settled at the top. His eyes were an icy Blue, staring into her hazel brown orbs. He had quite the jawline, a short beard covering it. His arms were crossed against his chest, one of which seemed to reflect the light from the ceiling..

“H-Hi.” Was all she managed to squeak out, her eyes transfixed on him.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he took a few long strides across the room, extending his flesh hand to her, “Bucky.” He flashed a toothy smile, and she felt her heart flutter.

It was him.

She took his hand, hoping he didn’t notice that hers was shaking. He gently clasped both of his hands around her much smaller one, the metal of his fingers sending a chill up her arm.

“You have a really lovely home.” She mentally scolded herself, knowing those weren’t her first choice of words.

He let out a hearty chuckle, holding onto her hand gently, “Thank you. It’s yours now, too, you know.”

She nodded her head, realizing how much closer he was to her now. She could see his dark eyelashes flutter as he watched her. She slowly retracted her hand, suddenly feeling quite self conscious. She wrapped her arms around her middle, wanting to hide herself from his piercing eyes. He seemed to notice her hesitance, taking a step back from her. They were both silent for a moment, Steve watching the awkward interaction. Her eyes began to wander again, fixating on all the books in the room.

“Do you like to read?” He asked, giving her a small smile.

Katherine’s eyes glanced towards him, getting captured by his icy orbs once more, “I do.” She returned the sweet smile.

“You’re more than welcome to any of them. I have more in the basement library.” He hummed softly, “Please feel free to explore. What’s mine, is now yours.”

She gave him a slow nod, the smile still spread across her lips, as she began to walk around the room. She walked up to one of the large bookcases, her fingers lifting to gently brush across the spines of a few books. She hummed softly, her eyes scanning over the different books. Bucky silently followed her, watching as she admired them. He glanced at Steve, who gave him a reassuring smile.

“I’m happy to collect more, if you think of any we should add to the collection.” He said to her, trying to ease her nerves. He didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable, regardless of the odd situation.

“Duly noted.” She turned towards him, a slight blush crawling onto her cheeks as she realized.. While she was studying the books, he was studying her.

“Uh, are you hungry?” He gave her a side grin, “Steve and I usually go to this pizza place out on 6th, every Thursday.”

Katherine let out a soft laugh, “Pizza sounds great.”

Bucky clapped his hands together, “Then it’s settled. Steve, can you pull the car around?”

Steve nodded his head, “Yep.”

Katherine smiled to Bucky, “What are your favorite toppings? I’m a meat lover myself.”

Bucky’s lips spread wide on his face, “Me too. With the garlic sauce on the crust.”

Katherine’s nerves were slowly fading, “Extra cheese?”

Bucky chuckled, motioning for them to leave the room, “Doll, I have a feeling this’ll be much easier than either of us realized.”

“As long as you don’t put anchovies on anything, I think we’ll be set.”

They both began to laugh, all the nerves and awkwardness fading behind them.

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tbb-appreciation-week · 1 year

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Welcome to The Bad Batch Appreciation Week 2023!!!

The time for appreciating Clone Force 99 is near! The prompts have been revealed HERE, so we must set some rules. Seems fair, right? So, here they are:

Event Info & Rules

TBB APPRECIATION WEEK is a week-long, prompt-based creation challenge to celebrate our love for the Batchers and the show. There are 7 groups of prompts—one for each day of the week—, which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. They are meant to be an inspiration without being taken literally (i.e., you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts in your work). Feel free to interpret them at your convenience. For example, if the prompt is “anooba”, you can create either something about the animal, use it as a name/mascot of a sports team in your modern-day/our Earth AU, or as an analogy for someone with a voracious appetite. It’s up to you.

Each group contains a character plus 5 different prompts (SFW, AU/Trope, Dialogue, NSFW, and a color palette). As it says above, you can use any, some, or all of them. Also there's also a short list of jokers/alternatives that you can use only one time each to replace any of the main prompts. The idea is to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible. The participants can create works in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, art, edits, gifs, videos, playlists, cosplays, etc. The only restriction is that it needs to be focused on The Bad Batch.

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vigilante-izuku · 1 year

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fandom etiquette 101

DON’T SEND ANON HATE!!!

things to do if you don’t like something:

rant about it in your mind.

just click out of the fic or scroll past the post.

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write out a draft about the thing you dislike but DON’T post it. you get to vent without hurting anyone else's feelings.

please do not share your opinion with the creator of the thing you dislike. don’t spread hate.

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be kind towards the writers, the artists, the talented folks who make beautiful gifsets, and video editors of the fandom. they spend so much of their time and effort creating and writing and they do it for free. they don’t deserve to receive hateful and hurtful comments. they don’t deserve to receive unwanted harsh criticism.

they read the tags you leave. they see your comments. they’re human beings with feelings and not just some machine cranking out fics and art and other content for you. be appreciative of the work they put in to create such wonderful fics and art. be appreciative that they’re willing to share their work with us!!!

REBLOG CONTENT!!!!

engage with creators. comment on the stories you love, leave kind words in the tags of tumblr posts you enjoy. send asks!! it makes folks happy for their work to be noticed!

things to keep in mind when you leave comments:

be considerate of what you say. simply demanding them to make more of something without anything else is rude and does the opposite. it drives away any motivation to create.

don’t give criticism when they don’t ask for it. no one likes unwanted criticism. its incredibly rude.

don’t compare creators. don’t pit us against each other.

RESPECT BOUNDARIES!!!

if someone doesn’t feel comfortable creating something you request, they deserve the right to decline.

if a user has some kind of guideline or list on their blog about what they won’t write about, respect it. (if they have an age limit, respect it!!! if they say not to interact if you’re a minor, listen to them!!!)

if you don’t know someone, please don’t overshare and trauma dump on them. they don’t know you and to suddenly get potentially triggering information from strangers is unsettling and uncomfortable. not to mention its emotionally and mentally draining to have to hear that kind of stuff. build a friendship up first before just assuming you can share extremely personal information about yourself to others.

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#eri's posts #idk what to tag this #but ive been wanting to make a post like this for a long time coming #there's so much hate and just ickiness in the pedro fandom #also if there is anything else yall can think of #please add it to the post!!!!!!

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viasbutterflies · 9 months

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My Blog - A Comprehensive Guide

Because yes, it will probably be necessary.

tags of importance:

cats being the only source of joy in my life as the title would suggest, cats. we don’t discriminate, not when it comes to cats

aysteryx art a very good friend of mine making very good art, as usual

rupi kaur poetry by rupi kaur!!!

poetry viasol poetry by me :D poetry by way of sun.

writing you’ll never guess

hozier the ultimate lesbian icon

Vesis and Ahdea Lore™️ just a pair of Baibies doing Baiybye things

poetry all other poetry because it give me life and love and air and soul and heart and courage and reminds me to take a deep breath every once in a while

writing viasol my own writing (a lot of lesbianism and poetry) (so you know what you’re getting into)

blogs:

the idea clerk a silly little blog of some silly little ideas. if you’re a writer, stop by!

aysterskrunkly my very best bestie who has some amazing art and really fun little silly little obsessions :)

The tags are truly mostly for me so feel free to doomscroll aimlessly if you must, just drink some water first <3 🌺🦋

However! If you want to know more about me, here it is! (Below contains my dni list as well)

Hi, I’m Via, she/her pronouns, I write, I read, I reblog silly little memes and I care about a lot. My current obsessions are bnha, Daisy Jones and the Six, The Priory of the Orange Tree, and poets/artists Rupi Kaur and Noor Unnahar.

I take book recs, writing and poetry prompts, and whatever asks you may have. I try to keep my blog clean and upbeat and fun, so if you’re going to interact (which I encourage) please do so in a kind, friendly manner that is inclusive and positive. I am not afraid to Report and block accounts that are rude, crude, or bigoted in any way.

And I suppose on that note… a dni list is in order.

Please DNI if:

Your content is sexual in any manner. (Ie. porn, nsfw, specifically images) Do what you want, just don’t bring it here please!

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You feel the need to comment on my writing. I post my poetry and short stories on here sometimes, and I’m not asking for public feedback or even constructive criticism. If you have something positive to say, thank you! If not, please keep it to yourself and carry on with your day.

Your content is very political. I’m glad you have view and opinions that you feel confident enough to share, I would just rather you not clog my feed with them. Twitter (sorry, X) does that enough lol.

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I think that’s all for now, thank you!! Please make sure you eat something, drink something other than coffee, and put down your phone every once in a while!

Let’s all be kind and we’ll have a good time :)

#is the first thing i did when i got a tumblr acct organize it?#Yes.#do i regret it?#maybe.#will this specific organization system fail?#probably #do i Care?#maybe just a little bit #blog organization

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its-actually-minicika · 1 year

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I’ve never posted my work on tumblr but it is actually awful to post on ao3, the comments got so bad that I just deleted my fics and accounts because I started to dread getting a comment. Even if you have anonymous comments turned off some of them have no issue using their accounts.

The whole thing was really strange because I got hate for not for not following cannon, my title was somehow clickbait, someone didn’t like the direction of the plot and had to insult me over it, I portrayed someone’s favourite character as a villain and they tried to dox me. It’s downright vile how some of them speak to authors, full on death threats and rape threats

I think we will see a real drop in fanfiction because of this new wave of hate and cruelty. Authors write for themselves first and foremost and we can continue to write for ourselves without posting, you shouldn’t have to have a thick skin if you want to show off your work.

Hello, Hawke!!

First of all, I'm so sorry that those cruel people were so hostile with you, that they made you delete your fics.

Being treated so poorly is absolutely terrible, and NO ONE should ever experience this.

I feel like this is becoming to be such a problem on any writing platform online. Because they're shielded behind a screen, anyone can say anything - no matter how hurtful or mean it is.

What everyone needs to realise is that we're all human, with feelings and beliefs, and that it should never be acceptable to put each other down and bully each other like this.

Writers are not lesser people, and we feel harmful comments just as much as everyone else.

It's not called constructive criticism if the message is a death threat.

All fic writers push their content out for free - we don't get paid for this, and we can very well keep our works to ourselves, if the hate we receive gets to be too much.

Exactly as you said, this is very vile and concerning.

Guys, please be kind to your fellow writers. Support them with a nice comment and a reblog from time to time, and remember to be mindful that your words can hurt just as much as any action.

And Hawke, never feel discouraged by the ugly comments that you got on Ao3. If you ever feel like posting again, please tag me so I can support you in whatever way I can!

Let me fight those nasty comments -- let me at 'em --

#fandom stuff #house of the dragon fandom #be kind to your writers #we lost rae already please be nicer with your words

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butchcowboybf · 3 months

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21 | Southern | He/him transmasc butch lesbian

Hey! Welcome to my harder kink blog. Before you keep scrolling, please read my terms + conditions for your safety and mine.

I will block ageless and blank blogs. This blog is welcome to all queer women, genderqueers, and transmen + transwomen. This is a queer blog, and cishet men will be blocked to maintain safety for my community. I expect to reblog knowingly/unknowingly from men, but I won’t cater to men nor will I allow them to jump from my blog to other lesbians.

I am a transmasculine afab he/him butch lesbian. I am a Marxist who is committed to labor organization and socialist democracy. I am autistic. I will not tolerate gender criticism or any invalidation of my identity. I will not pander to racists, grifters, conservatives, terfs, or anyone else who threatens the safety of myself and my community.

I am attracted to both butches and femmes, but I have more experience writing and engaging with kink from a butch4femme perspective. I am t4t.

This is a hard kink blog for posts I am unwilling to put on my milder kink blog. Neither of those blogs are my main. Do not expect me to name or show pictures of myself, and do not pressure me to do so. I will respect your anonymity and I ask that you respect mine.

THINGS TO EXPECT HERE:

“Dad” and “Mom” as titles and incest play. This includes “kid”/“kiddo”/“little ___” language.

Butch patriarchy (incl. using misogynistic language in scene)

Domesticity + Housewife

Sub training (incl. talking about grooming a sub in incest play)

Priest play

Free use

Dub-con, CNC, and rape play

Anal

Size kink

Bondage

Breeding

References to Knives + Guns + Blood

Leather

Choking + Breath play

Impact play

Threesomes + Group sex

I am a service top dom who has never subbed or bottomed before, but is interested in the fantasy of it. I am cataloguing myself as a switch because both domming & subbing and topping & bottoming will appear on this blog. I will use tags to separate these two things, as well as hard or soft domming.

I will not use feminine terms for myself and I ask that you don’t either. Masculine titles such as “Sir” would be fine when talking to me. I plan to get top surgery as soon as I have the time and caretaker to do so, so do not use any word but “chest” to refer to mine. I am not skinny, I grew up on a farm. I will use the words “dick” and “cock” to refer to my strap, packer, and clit. I am considering going on T, but I have no obligation to share that kind of info.

HARD LIMITS

Raceplay, hotwives/cucking, feederism, piss/scat/vomit/bodily fluids, impact play as a bottom, torture, latex, gore, anything involving minors/animals/amab men. If you reblog, comment, or involve these in my posts, I will block you.

While I’ve played a lot of scenes over text + the phone, I am comparatively inexperienced with them in my actual sex life. As I become more familiar with them, please be considerate of the boundaries I communicate. I grew up in an extremely devout individualistic religious community, so I am not always comfortable with some aspects of Christianity used in a kink scenario. Again, please respect those boundaries as they are communicated.

I will try to be considerate about tagging kinks so they can be caught in filters, but please understand that if you are an adult choosing to engage with this blog, I am not responsible for what you see and how you respond. Sending me anon hate or insulting me is pathetic and nonconducive, and it will be deleted instead of responded to.

I would appreciate if you would like this post to indicate that you read it, but I understand if you choose not to as a way to guard your identity. Thank you for reading.

#mine

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tittyblade · 3 years

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tumblr etiquette 101

a list that is nowhere near exhaustive, from yours truly.

First off, welcome! Whether you’re a twitter veteran looking for anything but whatever twitter is, or a new user just done signing up, glad to see you in our ranks beloveds! Welcome home. Refer to this quick tour to make sure your fandom experience (or tumblr experience in general) is a positive one!

Disclaimer: I know it’s long, but please try to read or skim through til the end if you’re new here! This is by no means meant to be a rule book (for the most part lol), only a guide to help you get settled easier!

1) Your blog

This is where people will see and interact with you, so put some effort into it!

Try to choose a name (url) that’s simple. You can see it as your brand, it’s how people will perceive you and remember you. If you’d like to interact with other users here (and not use the site just for the content) it’s better to have something short and sweet, preferably without spaces. (Of course, these are only suggestions.) Rest assured, you can change it literally any time you want.

Have a theme. Utilize the tool that lets you edit your blog’s color or the font of your bio! You can make it match your profile picture, or your blog if it has a theme of its own. Make it feel homey :]

Fill in your bio. People will be checking out your profile probably more often than you think. Don’t leave it empty! Put in any information you’re comfortable with sharing and isn’t too personal (like your age if you’re a minor, or other TMI that can be found on other people’s carrds). It’s always better to add a name/nickname people can use to refer to you by, but feel free to use your blog description to shitpost still.

You can have an intro post. More often than not, you’ll see a blog have a pinned post, a post permanently appearing at the top of a blog until you pin another post or unpin it. You can make one of those, if you’d like to introduce yourself in more length, link any other socials or a carrd, and show others visiting your blog how you tag things so it’ll be easy for them to navigate. Not an obligation.

Keep your anonymity and your safety. It should go without saying, but there’s no harm in repeating it just in case. Your comfort, privacy and safety has the utmost importance. Don’t share any information you don’t want to. Don’t share your age if you’re a minor, or any other incredibly personal info. I’d encourage you to go by a nickname that’s not your real name, (blog name, your brand, remember?) since there’s safety in anonymity, and that’s lowkey one of the big deals of tumblr, but that’s up to you still.

Choose what you want to be visible. Your liked posts and who you follow are all things you can set to keep to yourself and hide from the publics eye, how handy! You should go through all the setting while you’re at it, set it to your comfort.

Side blogs are a thing. You can have multiple blogs that you can use for different things (see: different fandoms, art blog, etc) to keep them organized or away from your followers. Just remember that the replies and off-anon asks you send will be from your main blog, as well as where you follow other blogs from.

2) Interacting with others

You’ve set up your account, now comes the fun part!

Follow to your heart’s desire. If you care about others seeing who you follow, fear not! In tumblr, usually only two types of blogs keep their following visible to others: newbies, and big blogs using it to point people on other good blogs’ direction. Just turn it off, and go ham following people.

Customize your dashboard. Gonna mention just two things here: this is another reason why it’s really important that you follow blogs without sparing, your dash will collect dust otherwise; and you should turn off “best stuff first” in your dashboard settings, to have a better community here and all.

Follow tags. You can set it in your settings that posts with your followed tags appear on your dashboard.

You can check the og post for edits and context. When you see a reblogged post you don’t understand the context of (or don’t recognize the character in case of fanarts), click on the profile so it will take you to the original post. From there you can check the original poster’s tags to get the context, or see if there have been any edits made to the post, since when you edit a post it doesn’t update any past reblogs.

Send people asks... This is how you make mutuals, people! Do it off-anon if you’d like them to know your blog, or anon if you’d rather not! (You can still end your messages with a signature to show you’re the same person, -[name] is one example.) Send them nice messages, ask their opinion on something, discuss things, or just straight up shitpost lol. Go wild. The sky’s your limit and it’s definitely more than 280 characters.

...and let them ask you! You can set your preference in the settings, do it on desktop tumblr to access more settings tho! What you can customize on mobile is limited (like letting people ask you things anonymously, that’s only on desktop settings). In my personal opinion, it’s always better to tag their username (or a nickname you give them, if they’re a friend) on that post, since you wouldn’t want your interactions with your friends to get buried in your blog forever.

Comment on posts. If you have something to say but don’t want the post to appear on your blog you can add a comment. The owner of the post will get a notif for it, but for anyone else you need to tag them.

For the love of god, reblog. People will only see your liked posts if you have it visible to public and they specifically go on your blog to look at them. You like something? You reblog. It’s already hard for posts to circulate properly, if you don’t reblog them literally no one will see them. If not for anything do it for the artists. Just hold and drag on mobile to fast rb.

3) Your Posts

Finally here! Don’t be a lurker, post and engage!

Make use of “read more”. If your post is long, add it. That’s what you clicked on earlier to expand this post. On desktop leave an empty line and you’ll see three dots appear, and on mobile type :readmore: on that empty line.

Draft a post to come back to it later. Pretty self explanatory.

Queue your post. Whether it’s your own post or you’re reblogging, make use of the queue feature to a) not spam reblog and fill up the dashboard of people following you and b) keep your blog active while you’re gone. Mess around in the settings, it’s fairly easy to set up.

Schedule your post. Same as queueing, the only difference is you get to choose the exact time your post will go up. Handy if you want to schedule a post for certain dates like april fools, or 5 years in the future for some reason.

Format your texts. You can do all kinds of fancy stuff here (that’s a link, try pressing on it). Twitter doesn’t have this, make use of it. Changes depending on whether you’re on mobile or desktop. (Desktop has less features.)

Check your stats. If you’re trying to understand the algorithm better or want to look at some pretty graphs you can get your data on that on desktop tumblr.

@ people in comments. You’ll get all the notifs when people comment on your posts but they won’t see your reply unless you tag them in your message.

4) Tags, and tagging a post

This is where my earlier statement “this isn’t a rule book” stops being applicable. It’s not a war crime to go against these, I won’t come chasing you (don’t take my word for this) but you’ll work up a bad rep. Just saying lol.

Do NOT crosstag posts. It’s really tempting to add unrelated tags to increase your posts’ interaction, I know, but that’s not what tumblr is about. Don’t be a dick and make other communities’ experience worse for them.

Always tag your posts with “crit/critical/discourse/etc” if it calls for it. There’s no exceptions to it. This is the reason you see people migrating to tumblr. Let people enjoy things.

Don’t main tag a critical/negative post. If your crit post is about “Thing”, you add the “Thing critical” tag, but not the “Thing” tag. People block crit tags if they don’t want to see it, don’t shove it in their faces by main tagging it.

If you don’t want to see something, just block it. Another reason why people are able to survive on tumblr. You don’t start discourse, you don’t make call-outs, you block. You can find something for every community you can think of if you go looking for it. The worst of the worst probably won’t ever appear on your dash, but if you’re worried or feel the need for it, you know where the block button is.

Feel free to shitpost or ramble. More often than not you’ll see people rb a post with a comment, and their elaboration will be in the tags. The tags are only visible on your profile and the notifications of the owner of the og blog. Just a thing people do.

Reblog artists’ posts with nice comments in the tags! Commenting on a drawing is usually done through the tags (Not an obligation, again, just a thing people do. Feel free to add your comment on the rb itself if you’d want other people to see it tho!) and leave nice messages for the artists! It’s a win-win for everyone involved.

If you have more than a single follower, always use the common tw warning tags. You don’t need to tw everything, but tw’ing some common things is the bare minimum human decency. Keep it safe for others.

Tag a post “long post” if it’s really long. Pretty self explanatory. Don’t make people scroll through all that please lol.

You can use them to organize your blog. This is more of a pro tip, if you’d like to not miss a post in your blog, cause they will start pilin’ up soon enough.

#Liveblogging is pretty fun. If you’d like to talk to people during streams, don’t forget to add the relevant tags still! Again, you won’t show up on people’s dash otherwise.

Whew! That got out of hand. Hopefully I didn’t bore you too much. Check out blogs like @heritageposts and @hellsite-hall-of-fame to honor our past o7. @mcytblr-hall-of-fame too maybe :eyes:. Anyways, don’t forget the most important rule of them all:

Enjoy your stay! You’re meant to have fun on here while also making friends (if that’s your thing). Just be kind and respectful of others, you’ll get the hang of the rest! <3

#mcyttwt #mcytblr #dream team #dream smp #mcyt #dsmp #tumblr #how to tumblr #gonna tag ppl now so more users will see it lol #dreamwasteken #georgenotfound #karl jacobs #technoblade #sbi #twitter #twitter discourse #sbitwt #sleepytwt #sleepy bois inc #HOLY shit this took so long omg my back literally hurts rn #the fuckin lengths i go to make sure tumblr doesnt get tainted w twt LMAO #anyways if youre seeing this you should follow me look at how sexy i am i spent the last 2+ hours typing this goddamn list out #also: ignore how i literally sound like its 2014 at some parts here lol i tried my best #also ignore how wack the paragraph breaks are tumblrs formatting hates me and its 4 am im too tired for this #third also: some bits here are supposed to be ironic keep that in mind pls #rolan.txt #long post #save #yes im tagging my own post as save what about it

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blueprint-han · 3 years

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Well, this post has been made countless times, but I’m making one too because I’ve seen a lot of people say they’re new to tumblr and don’t know the whole “reblogging is better than liking” rule and other stuff. So without any further ado, here are ways YOU can support the fanfiction authors. Now keep in mind this applies to almost every author out there, not just the stayblr fandom, so if you’re a silent reader (or even if you aren’t), I advise you go through this post. Warning, this is a fairly long post going into detail, so yeah. I still expect you, the readers to read this, and if you’re a writer, feel free to lmk if i’ve written smth wrong or if you want me to add something! ^^

In this post I’ll go into thorough analysis of the pros and cons of each of the methods listed here and how YOU as a reader can show the authors whose fics you read more love and motivate them to produce content.

WARNING; LONG POST! GOES INTO A DECENT AMOUNT OF DETAIL. NOT EDITED, EXCUSE ANY TYPOS.

#1 : LIKING !

I think this is basic common knowledge, and a lot of people tend to do this. When you like the post, the author sees it, you see it, and if the author has their liked posts accessible (which majority of the time they don’t), and if someone deliberately goes to check it, then they see it. See why so many authors say just liking does nothing? Only liking says “Hey, I’m gonna tell you your story is not that good by simply liking it and not sharing it with other people. :D”

♯ PROS:

You’re telling the author that you've read their fic, and either you’ve enjoyed it to a certain extent, or you’re just saving it to read for later.

Likes are seen by you, the author and anyone who has access to your likes (which, most people don’t).

♯ CONS:

If you ONLY like, you’re not really helping the author’s work reach a wide audience because this site isn’t Instagram. Reblogging is the only way people can SEE our works. I’ll cover more on that in the next section.

In a nutshell, liking is good! But you should most likely use it in a combination with the other stuff I’ve listed below, because just the like itself doesn’t really do much in giving the author any feedback or interaction on their fics.

To clear shit up; I’m not talking about those people who don’t read the story or appreciate it in the first place. I’m talking about those who appreciate the fic, like it, but don’t leave any sort of feedback to show that.

#2 : REBLOGGING !

This is SO, SO important. I cannot stress on this enough. Let me explain WHY so many writers stress on reblogging content:

Tumblr’s tag system is inherently fucked up, and has grown more so over the year. I’m not kidding, at first, the fic either used to show up in the tags or it didn’t, but now, sometimes your fic can be REMOVED from the tags because of,,, idk tumblr tag shit. Anyways, as you can see, it’s very demotivating for authors at that point, because the major way for people to find their content and expand their blogs has been blocked.

Due to this reason, tumblr authors need to RELY on you, their followers to help spread their works to a wider audience. Now again, before you get me wrong, I’m not saying you ae forced to rb our works regardless of whether you like them or not. BUT, that being said, if you DO infact like the story, there’s no harm in reblogging, right? By doing this you’re indirectly telling the author — “hey! :D I liked your fic! Which is why I am gonna share it to my followers so they can read it too :D” Trust me, you’re doing nothing but helping the people who produce content for you to read. Seems like a worthy cause to hit the reblog button, right? It’s only a one, or maximum two step procedure.

Leave tags in your reblogs! Trust me, as an author myself and as much as I know from all my author friends, we oft check the tags of your reblogs to see if you found any part amazing or even if you have anything to say about the writing we put so much hard work into. Even a key smash or a “This was so [insert adjective] 🥺” is enough to leave a smile on your authors face.

♯ PROS :

You’re !! Sharing !! Your authors !! Works !! This leads to them getting more recognition, so for the content they’re so graciously providing for free, you’re promoting their blog and helping them expand it.

If the tags are being a shit, which majority of the time they are, then you’re literally making an author’s day by reblogging! You’re showing them that you, a follower and appreciator of their works are willingly sharing their content because it deserves to be seen by more people. Again before any dumb people decide to attack me, i am talking about people who like the fic but don't bother reblogging and are silent/ghost readers. I am not forcing anyone to read anybody’s work.

YOU’RE MAKING YOUR AUTHOR SO HAPPY WHAT MORE REASONS COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT !! 🥺

♯ CONS :

Literally none, because as far as I remember no author is against reblogging of their works. It’s quite literally the way this platform functions. Reblogging is IMPORTANT.

#3 : COMMENTING/SENDING FEEDBACK !

This kind of overlaps with the previous section, but THIS IS SUCH AN IMPORTANT STEP !! When you leave feedback, you are directly giving the author something so much more valuable to them than high follower/note counts or money. Your feedback is literally our serotonin. I kid you not the number of times I’ve received a positive comment and smiled and it has made my day. There’s a reason youtubers (though not the best example, bear with me here because it was the only one I could think of) ask people to subscribe, like and COMMENT. The subscription is like a follow, the like is ofc like a heart, and the comment is equivalent to an rb with comments in the tags.

You might argue and tell me that a comment is basically like an ask so the reblogging step isn’t necessary, but I’m sure 99% of you use YouTube and you know that more comments leads to people’s videos boosted in the stream/trending charts. This is what reblogging does. Reblogging shares the piece with other people like minded, which leads to a boost in reads. You are literally helping your author grow.

It’s quite literally the same thing as youtubers. Youtubers NEED validation to keep their content creation going, so do writers, so do other ccs on this site. This post is however, focused on WRITERS, so keep that in mind.

♯ PROS :

By doing this, you’re giving author valuable feedback! It’s similar to what you do in rbing with tags. Interactivity with their fics boosts their note counts and helps expand their audience, so srsly, now think of it: your one comment is playing such a massive role to help ccs create more content.

Imagine how much of a difference the note counts will be in when every person who simply likes after reading the fic, reblogs, leaves a comment and sends an ask. the note counts would be high on each and every fic, which is validation in itself, but your comments would inspire the writer so much more! Please, don’t skip the commenting part. Even a simple one like: “this is so cute!” is wonderful.

♯ CONS :

Remember, if you’re gonna give constructive criticism (which I’m sure you all are smart enough to know if different from hate), make sure the author is okay with it. Authors need to be in a specific mindset and must be ready to accept criticism, so if you’re gonna give constructive criticism to them when they’re at a low point, it may demotivate them.

Just commenting, instead of reblogging and commenting in the tags/ reblogging and then leaving an ask in their inbox, while it gives validation in plenty, will not lead to the author’s work being spread. Therefore I suggest either reblogging and commenting in the tags or reblog and then leave an ask, or comment under the fic!

!! reminder; I am not saying that if you don’t rb and just leave feedback, your feedback has no value. We authors truly appreciate every bit of feedback, but this post is aimed to help you learn how to interact with and support authors, and make them feel more motivated, because the current scenario of liking and scrolling is taking a toll on their creative abilities. Take it from a person who’s been writing for a year.

#4 : COMMSIONING VIA THEIR KO-FI/OTHER APPS !

Before any of you attack me, let me tell you that this is not a step that is 100% necessary to do. ONLY donate if you can and if you genuinely want to, and if anyone is forcing you to pay for something against your will, you need to get yourself out of there.

Regardless, if an author has a kofi and you’re able to and you want to donate, you definitely should! It’s also a valid form of support.

#5 : ADDING THEM ON REC LISTS/ RECOMMENDING THEM TO REC BLOGS

This is such an underrated option, to be honest. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve seen my fic was recommended onto some rec list and it’s made me smile so hard. If you like some fics, create a rec list! They’re oft very popular amongst the fans too. Making rec posts is such a great way to share your favorite stories with others.

Rec blogs! I’ve seen a couple going around, and needless to say they are a great way to get someone else to read your favorite author’s work whilst also giving them your own feedback. These blogs oft accept recs via a form or ask box, and they leave your feedback along with their own, or else they’ll oft tag the author in the feedback post, so look! You’re basically helping your author share their fic to many more people, because you’ve given them feedback and a reblog.

♯ PROS :

Validation! Feedback! Reblogs! More exposure! Helping a blog grow! Spreading love! basically a run down of the stuff I’ve said before!

♯ CONS :

Literally no con of this. Unless, a one in a million case, this author says they don’t like receiving feedback/being tagged, and I’m sure NO person has said this before, at least none that I’ve heard of.

#6 : FINAL COMMENTS; MISC !

When an author points out about how the interactivity is drastically reducing, don’t just give them blind apologies. Yes, you feel sorry for not interacting as much, we understand, but rather show that you’ll become a better content consumer through your actions. We need to see that we’re not just throwing words into a void and that people are actually trying to be better content consumers.

Understand the fact that authors don’t get paid for this, and 99% of the time, these authors don’t take commissions either. They’re giving you novel worthy writings for free. Take Percy Jackson: You think the author would have felt motivated to write the subsequent parts, let alone two whole series based off of it if literally no one showed that they were interested? Rick Riordan has sales, he is being paid, there are millions of people and big agencies who provide him feedback. Now take that huge amount and simmer it down to an audience of maybe 10000 people This is what fanfic authors want. They don’t want your money, nor are they telling you to risk your lives for them. All they want is, a reblog, some tags, some feedback, some INTERACTIVITY. A sign that they aren’t throwing fics into the void and that people actually like them, some motivation to continue. Seems fairly easy to throw an rb with some tags, right?

Don’t bother to tell me that we do this for ourselves and we shouldn’t ask for likes and reblogs and feedback, because 1) you are consuming the content that we “write for ourselves” and 2) writers post their content here for interactivity and feedback. We could just not post and write and save our fics in our dungeon drafts for years. But we choose to post to entertain the readers, the consumers. And we aren’t even asking that much in return.

Don’t give me the whole “I’m scared that authors feel that comments are annoying” excuse either because seriously this has been DEBUNKED SO MANY TIMES. Istg, in the nicest way possible, if you still think writers are annoyed by interaction and feedback, after so many posts, long rants have been posted as to how we’re not, then you must truly be living under a rock. There, I said it. Please stop thinking this way, I’ll say it again, AUTHORS ARE NOT ANNOYED OF FEEDBACK, COMMENTS, TAGS, REBLOGS. WE LOVE IT. Saying this is like saying that the audience in a theatre play shouldn’t clap when the play ends because the actors would find it noisy. 🤡

I’ve seen some people saying they have anxiety issues and such, so pls note that I’m not invalidating your condition. If you’re trying to be more interactive, I really appreciate it! If you can’t, that’s fine too. You’re trying.

But for the people who have no reason other than feeling lazy to rb and comment, your lack of interactiveness is not excused. Please. Tumblr is a reblogging site. If you’re gonna consume content like authors are some sort of machines, I encourage you to go get some more perspective.

This site is not Instagram or the satan bird app. Your likes are appreciated but frankly speaking, they do nothing to the author except tell them “Hey i read ur fic but i'm not gonna support u :D” and honestly, that is detrimental to their creative capabilities and mental health.

DON’T FOLLOW AN ACC JUST TO MINDLESS RB THEIR SIGNAL BOOST POSTS AND THEIR REBLOGS OF GIFS AND NOT INTERACT WITH THEIR WRITING AT ALL ! Trust me, authors prefer a lower amount of interactive followers than a high count that doesn’t even give them any feedback. Again your follows are appreciated, but when you’re following, you know the type of content the author creates, so the author expects that the more followers, the more interactivity. These days, this is just becoming the opposite. So don’t do it! If you’re gonna follow to read, interact with their works. I promise, this will make both you and the author happy. A win-win situation.

In conclusion: SUPPORT YOUR FUCKING AUTHORS! THEY ARE NOT MACHINES THAT HAVE NO FEELINGS TO PRODUCE CONTENT FOR YOU! FICS TAKE DAYS AND DAYS OF PLANNING, PLOTTING, OUTLINING, WRITING, EDITING, MAKING TEASERS. SO JUST SHOW THEM YOU APPRECIATE THEM WITH AN RB. IT’S THE L E A S T YOU CAN DO.

I will be liking this post here written by the lovely @chaninfused and @scriptura-delirus . Please take time to read it because if you weren’t convinced by my arguments, you will see how much frustration we as writers face on a daily basis. Please, just show support. Here is the post by @stayndays about how to get more people to read your work, because it also has a note on reblogging. Please educate yourself, and put an end to this mindless consuming culutre and bring up some interactivity.

If you’ve read this far, I want you to go to two of your favorite authors and leave some feedback in their inbox, and tag me in it (either tag me yourself or ask the author to do so, they won’t mind). Show your writers that our words are taking effect and you are becoming better consumers. I mean it. I’m serious. I want every single one who reads this post to do this. besides valid reasons, if you’re lazy to do this, you’re a part of the problem. PLEASE get more perspective.

Also, feel free to add to this post! I’d love to read your thoughts too, remember to be kind though. And, if I think your rb is somehow contradicting my points and is bringing down the reason I made this post, I will politely ask you to delete your comment, because this post is about being truthful about the harsh reality of tumblr consumers and how we can change it. I’m sure none of you will let it get to that point, though. <3 love you guys. 💓

And, just a reminder, don’t just blindly like this too. Do what I said before, and while I am not forcing you, I’d appreciate your reblog, because seriously, it took me 3 whole days to write this, plus, I’m sure this will help more of your followers understand the fault in consumer culture. haha, that’s it! This post was way too long uff.

also, this is ur cue to not be stupid in my inbox. You have something to say? Think I worded smth wrongly? I’m sure it wasn’t my intention to do so, point it out with manners.

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toastshark · 2 years

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Special tag list, request rules, all that jazz

Disclaimer: This is just something I like to do in my free time, so the quality is gonna be wonky. If you want a really cool drawing, there’s lots of skilled artists out there doing commissions, and it’s worth to ask them! :D

Constructive criticism is appreciated! (As in, you "could’ve done this and this that way", not "you suck“. That one doesn’t help in any way, so it’s not constructive criticism.

DNI list here! It's for you, not me.

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☆* Request rules *☆

Stuff I‘ll draw:

Any fandoms; Videogames are preferred

1-2 characters

3+ characters only as sketches or chibis

OC‘s (yes that includes the rainbow ones. Especially the rainbow ones)

ships (including OC x canon, OC x OC) as long as it’s not disgusting, you know exactly what I mean

creepy stuff, light blood/gore (if it’s anything more than light I might still draw it but it’ll be posted on another blog)

with lineart by default, can also do lineless (check out some of the Kirbytober drawings if you wanna see what lineless will look like)

I WILL NOT DRAW:

fetishes

kink

incest

illegal ships

NSFW

stuff I just generally feel uncomfortable with

THERE WLL BE NO EXCEPTIONS.

Probably will also not draw furries or mechas. This ain’t on you I just really suck at drawing them lol. Also sometimes I simply know what to draw for requests so it kinda just gets abandoned. Sorry if your request was one of those!

Some additional stuff:

anatomy skills aren’t exactly developed yet

Technically this is a PEGI 12 rated blog, but it’s pretty much PEGI 7 most of the time

my own drawings are heavily leaning into cute and wholesome (I blame Kirby), so if you let me do my own thing it’ll probably have the same vibe

according to tumblr statistics there is a 47% chance I live on the other side of the planet from your location so please keep that in mind

If I don’t finish a request in 2 months I‘ll probs not do it. Sorry

Seriously, don’t demand things. I am putting time in for you FOR FREE. Appreciate it or go away.

And if you get a drawing and like it, please comment or reblog! :D

Your reactions fuel me

(Seriously though, while I personally only really care about reading comments/tags, likes on tumblr don’t work like everywhere else, there is no algorithm, they’re basically just an "eh. It’s cool i guess.“ Especially you want something specific with details and stuff, then a reblog‘s the trade-off. Not just on my blog- this goes for requests in general.)

Thanks for reading!!! (And hey, if you don’t wanna make a request and just read this for fun, the thanks still counts! :D)

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ruthoakenshield · 2 years

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Miss Fay and Richard (Part 3)

*** This tale is for 18+ AGE READERS ONLY!!!

**** This part mentions a drunk driving accident, multiple deaths in Fay’s family as well as Elder neglect, so if this triggers you, proceed with caution!

* I do not claim any rights to the businesses or products mentioned by name. The Squeaky Peanut Bar and Grille are of my own invention as is Miss Fay. The other actors mentioned I have no claims to and this is a work of FICTION. No disrespect is intended to any of them. Fluff and smut to come later on. ;)

Feel free to share on this site only and reblog or tag others who might enjoy it, but please give credit where it is due. thanks guys and gals!

As always, constructive criticism, comments, and praise is always welcome. I’ve been in a bit of a writer’s slump, so if it is shit, I’m sorry. You’ve been warned! LOL!!! ;)

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Need to catch up with the first few chapters? (Read Part 1, Chapters 1-5 HERE) (Part 2, Chapters 6-10 HERE)

Chapter 11

Heading home, you sigh and stop at the pharmacy to stock up on facial tissues and more Listerine mouth wash to gargle with. You also pick up a couple more of the gel facial masks to keep in the fridge and some Nyquil and Dayquil, knowing you’d need it and wander through the aisles looking to see if there was anything else you’d need. You find a diffuser to use with essential oils and decide to get it and a jug of distilled water. You already had your essential oils you used from a medical grade company, so you put the diffuser in your basket as well.

Not finding anything else, you head for the check out and pay for your purchases, then head home after stopping for some groceries. You get your purchases brought in and put away, then sigh and go to see what the options were for supper at the hotel. Not liking the option for the continental meal, you head over to the hotel’s diner. You settle on an individual chicken pot pie with a side of fries with ranch dressing.

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Aiden had told Rich about meeting you while they were up in his suite visiting and getting caught up on life since they last saw one another. Rich had mentioned that he wondered what family members had passed away that you had to have a joint service for them and wondered how close together they had passed time-wise, and wondered what they had passed away from.

“I dunno what they passed away from, Rich, she didn’t say. She said it was her two parents, her sister and her Grandmum. I guess her Parents and Sister were cremated and her Grandmum wanted a casket burial. She said her Parents were placed in a mausoleum, and her Sister was buried with the Grandmum in her plot. It sounded like her Dad was some kind of veteran though, she said the government covered everything for the funeral except the urn.” He tells Richard.

“Hmmm.” He replies, rubbing his beard. Guess I’ll have to ask her about it one of these times.” He says, curious. “She said she had been living off the inheritance for a year and a half now and had mentioned she was trying to be careful to make what was left last as long as possible. I’m not sure how much she has left though if she is hesitant to buy a raincoat and rainboots. I wish I knew what size boots and coat she wears. I’d just have my PA find her one and I’d get them for her.” he says.

Aiden shrugs. “I dunno what to tell you, Rich.” He replies. “How about we head out to go see how she’s doing and if she needs anything for tonight?” he suggests. Rich nods, so they head down to the Lobby.

You were sitting with your back to the lobby and didn’t notice Aiden and Rich coming down from Aiden’s room. They were heading out to check on you when your red hair caught Rich’s eye. He grins and was going to sneak up on you, but Aiden stopped him, realizing what he was intending to do.

“No, don’t scare her like that. It’ll make her upset with you, Richard. She told me when we visited in the laundry room that she didn’t like being scared. It’s why she won’t watch or read horror stories or movies like that.” He explains. “I think something from her past traumatized and scared her badly and now she hates being scared and sad.” He explains quietly

Rich frowns but nods. They come over and flank you on either side. “Mind if we join you, Little Red?” Aiden teases. You grin at his nickname for you and nod to the seats. You had just taken a swig of your tea and he grins. “Sorry, I guess we caught you with your mouthful.” He teases and you nod, then swallow.

“How are you feeling?” Rich asks. “Eh. It’s going to get worse before it gets better. Always does. I’m just hoping the coughing won’t bother filming. If it gets too bad, I’ll just have to go sit outside and if someone needs something they’ll just have to poke their head out to tell me.” you say with a sigh and look down at your hands.

“You said you get this often?” Aiden asks. You shrug. “I get it, for some reason, when I have wet hair and go outside when it’s cooler weather. Usually, it’s in the fall, or winter. If I take a shower and have to go out somewhere and don’t put a hat on and don’t have time to let my hair fully dry, then I get this. It’s miserable and sucks, which is why I don’t do it now that I realize what keeps causing it. But I didn’t realize that it rains that hard here and that the wind gets as bad as it does. I’ve never seen it rain horizontally from wind before.” You explain.

“Oh. Yeah, it does that here occasionally.” Aiden remarks. You sigh and shrug. “So, what are you going to do tonight?” Rich asks. “I dunno. Probably eat, and take my meds, then either watch a movie, or just go to bed. These head colds always zap my energy and leave me feeling just exhausted when I have them.” you say with a sigh. “Its hard to sleep cuz my head gets so congested, then as it progresses, I can’t sleep cuz I’m coughing so much and have to sit up more. I can’t sleep sitting up, for some reason, I have to lie down when I sleep.” You explain.

The server brings your food and asks Richard and Aiden if they wanted anything, they both place orders and tell you to go ahead and eat. “We’ll catch up when our food arrives.” They tell you.

Nodding, you start eating and groan at how good it tastes. “Oh, this is absolutely wonderful!!!” you tell them. “Ooh, I might have to give it a try tomorrow then!” Aiden says. You grin and nod.

The three of you sit there visiting for a bit, then their food arrives and they enjoy their meals too. “So, Leanna, you said your family passed away recently, what did they die from?” Aiden asks.

You sigh. “My Sister was killed by a drunk driver going the wrong way on the highway. She had been back home to visit my Grandma, who was in her late 90’s and my Sister had stayed too late and it was dark when she left. She hated driving at night as she was legally blind in one eye, although she could see well enough to drive and function as long as she was using corrective lenses.

The drunk driver hit her car and several others before a semi-truck driver saw what was happening and purposefully jack-knifed his semi to stop the idiot before he killed more people. The drunk driver was driving down the middle of the highway, going the wrong direction and clipping the vehicles in both lanes, which made them roll, and go into the ditches.” You explain. “He died when he slammed into the side of the semi’s wheels and cab.

My family used to be close knit when I was younger, but something changed and as I got older, things just kind of began falling apart. My sister lived an hour and a half from where we were born, and my Uncle lived with my Grandma. He was supposed to be taking care of her, but wasn’t and was neglecting her care. He only took her to her Dr. appointments and got her groceries. He did nothing to help her with housework, or yardwork, or snow removal, and didn’t make sure she was bathing properly and didn’t make sure she was changing clothes not taking her meds. She often just lived in her housecoat and night gown.

It infuriated me and I often got mad at him and threatened to report him for elder neglect, which is a felony here. He just laughed me off, not taking it seriously. I worked doing elder care for many years. It’s not like I was pulling the knowledge out of my ass. I knew what was acceptable care and what wasn’t. The shit he pulled would never have been accepted if an inspector would have come to check on things.” You explain.

“Anyway, when she and my Parents were told of the death of my Sister, my Dad had a massive heart attack and didn’t make it. Mum couldn’t handle life without him and died a few days later in her sleep. My Grandma, too had a heart attack when she was told of my Sister’s and Dad’s death and she didn’t make it. I found my Uncle dead when I went to talk with him about estate stuff.

His pacemaker was keeping his heart going, but he was brain dead. The Paramedics and Doc said he had had another massive heart attack probably from all the stress and it kicked out a blood clot that lodged in his noggin and caused the stroke, which killed him. My other Uncle handled his funeral and estate stuff and we both handled Dad’s and Grandma’s estate at first, but we were constantly at odds with each other.

I finally had to get Grandma’s lawyer involved though. The Uncle kept wanting to just throw out everything and ignore Grandma’s list of things she had set aside for certain family members. It had been notarized and so it was considered part of the will, which he was required to follow. It pissed him off so he said I could handle the estate stuff for Grandma then. He got snippy with me after that and refused to help.

So, I got stuck trying to deal with cleaning and emptying out three estates at the same time. Two in my hometown, and one an hour and a half from home. Luckily, my Sister rented a place, so I picked out what I wanted to keep and put it in my vehicle, brought it home and put it in storage. Then had her friends and church family come and take everything else to give to folks in the community who needed it. They had a huge rummage sale with the stuff and then gave me the money from it to help me with the moving expenses and gas driving back and forth from my home to hers.

I finally had gotten the last of the estate stuff dealt with about three months ago now.” you explain and sigh.

Both Rich and Aiden look at you in shock. “You had to deal with it all by yourself?” Richard asks. You nod. “Yeah, aside from the lawyer helping me with the legalities of it all. I’m just grateful that the government paid for all of Dad’s funeral and cremation stuff and the mausoleum vault, and that Mum’s urn could be put in it with his. He had a full military service, graveside, when we went to put him and mum in the vault.” You say. “I have his flag in the RV, it’s up by the TV.” You say.

“Wow, I’m sorry, Leanna, that you had to go through all of that alone and that your Uncle was being such a pain in the ass.” Aiden says. Rich nods, “It’s hard enough doing one family member’s death and estate stuff, I can’t imagine having to deal with five people’s deaths in the family all at once and three estates.” Rich tells you.

You shrug and sip on your tea. “I had to explain to the city officials why nothing was being done with the two properties in town, because they wouldn’t get off my back about it. Once I spoke to them and explained what I was having to deal with all by myself, they were more understanding and cooperative.

I had to deal with my sister’s estate first because she rented the main floor of a house and lived an hour and a half from me, and it had to be cleaned out and emptied by the end of the month or I’d have to pay for another month’s rent on it. The owner was nice though and understood my dilemma when I explained what was going on.

He apologized for my losses and offered to give me the security deposit back once I got the apartment cleaned and emptied. He told me who to use to have the carpets cleaned and when they heard what had happened to me, with the five family members passing away because of the drunk driver, they did the carpet cleaning for free!” you tell them.

“Once I got the estate out of town dealt with and settled, then I could work on my Grandma’s estate. I was able to contact my cousins and informed them what Grandma had left them. They asked me to send them pictures of the items, so I did. They told me what all they wanted and asked me to mail the items to them, so I did. The rest they told me to donate or auction off as they did not want them. I had them put it in writing and mail it to the lawyer what they wanted to keep from the items Grandma left them and what they wanted done with the items they didn’t want.

They wrote him the letters and once I picked out what I wanted to keep, we put everything else up for auction, and made it abundantly clear with the auctioneer that antique dealers and collectors were not allowed at the auction. Between the two estates in town, plus what I was left as inheritances from them and the life insurance policy balances I had a nice little nest egg to live off of.

I’m just being careful not to spend it unwisely and am trying to not live beyond my means. I have limited space available in the RV and have to be careful what I buy and get for gifts from people I meet. Its easier for me when people give gifts of things that will be used up, like food and gift cards, or flowers. But if it can’t be used up, I have to be careful what I keep so I don’t end up living in a bunch of mathoms and clutter.” You explain and yawn.

“Oh! Sorry, I’m getting sleepy.” You say.

They chuckle. “It’s alright, Leanna. You’ve had a long day. Go get some rest, Sweetheart.” Aiden says. Rich nods. “Did you take your meds, Leanna?” he asks. “No, not yet. They’re 12 hour ones, so I can’t take them until 8pm. I usually overlap them by a half hour, since it takes about that long to kick in. So, by the time the first dose wears off, the second one is kicking in. I’ll probably take them at 7:30 or so.” You explain.

Rich nods as they both stand up. You stand as well and grab your coat and mug. The three of you go to pay for your food and Rich insists on paying for yours. “Rich, you don’t have to pay for mine, I can pay for it this time. It’s not that much.” you say. “Please, Sweetheart, let me pay for it. Money isn’t that much of a concern for me. I know you are trying to be careful with what you spend. Please, let me pay for it.” he pleads.

You sigh, “Alright.” You say, caving into his pleading puppy eyes. He grins and happily pays for your food and his. Aiden just chuckles as you roll your eyes.

They insist on walking you back to your RV and you give Aiden a mini tour of the inside. While he distracts you, Rich quick looks to see what size your jackets are that you have thrown in the overhead bin. He sees your boot from yesterday and grabs it to look and see what size it is. Quickly he texts the sizes to his Assistant, so she knows what sizes to look for.

“Wow, this is nice! I see what Rich meant though that the designers went kind of overboard with sleeping spaces, and skimped on decent storage. All you seem to have are these little narrow cubbies.” Aiden says looking around in your room. You head back towards the sitting area and nod.

“Yeah, I’m thinking about putting these two mattresses into storage under the RV and perhaps seeing if I can figure out how to dismantle the upper frame for the top bunk. I like having the drawers on this section here of the bottom bunk and could just put the storage above them. Perhaps I can fiddle with it on my next day off. I’ll have to go look at closet storage options and write down the measurements of the space I’d have available to work with. I’ll have to figure out what to do with the little tv’s too. I don’t need them in here. They are brand new and never been used.

It’s kind of stupid to have four tv’s in one RV. Personally, I don’t like having a TV in the bedroom. I only use the one in mine for YouTube, when I have wi-fi available, I’ll pull up a fireplace video and have it on that until I’m ready to go to sleep.” You say.

Aiden laughs and nods. “Bedrooms are for sleeping and having sex in, not for watching tv. That’s what the den or family room or living room is for!” He says. You grin and nod, so does Rich. “Well, if you want help with the remodeling, let me and Rich know. We’ll help if we have time off from filming.” Aiden says. Rich nods. You grin and nod, thanking them both. They head over to the door and tell you that they hope you feel better soon. Then head out.

Chapter 12

Rich gets to his vehicle and grabs the basket he had his agent create with the alcohol and stuff for making hot toddies and buttered rum drinks. He carries it back over to the RV and knocks on the door.

You answer it looking confused. “Oh, hi Rich. How come you’re back so soon?” you ask. He smiles and pulls the basket out from behind his back. “Here. I remembered you mentioning you were out of these for making your hot drinks. Thought I’d get them for you as a ‘Get well soon’ gift.” He explains.

“Oh! Sweet! Thanks!” you exclaim and reach down to take the heavy basket. Rich lifts it up so you don’t have to bend down so far. “OOOhhh, it’s heavy!” you say and carry it up the steps to put it on the counter. Then you come back down the steps. “Thanks again for the meal and the alcohol gift basket.” You tell him and smile sweetly.

Rich grins and nods. “Is it okay if I give you a hug, from one friend to another?” he asks shyly. You think for a moment, then nod. It makes you smile seeing his eyes light up and he steps closer, as you come down a few steps and let him hug you. He stands there, wraps his arms gently around you and hugs you for a few minutes giving you an amazing, warm, comforting hug. You just bask in it and enjoy how it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy, and how wonderful he smells. Rich lowers his head to rest on yours as he breathes in the peppermint and lavender scent of your shampoo.

You can hear his heart racing as he hugs you and feel him sigh, then lets you go. “I hope you start to feel better soon, Leanna. I know it’s no fun being sick and having to work. I got the flu when we were finishing up with filming the Hobbit and worked through it. I was miserable and achy and way too warm.” He tells you. “Rest as much as you can, okay?” he coos as he caresses your head and face.

Looking up at him, you nod, a little dazed by his amazing hug and wishing you could have another one, preferably all night long to keep you nice and warm. He leans down, cups the side of your face in his warm hand, then kisses your forehead then tells you he’ll see you tomorrow. “Night Rich.” You murmur. He smiles, nods and heads out to his car. You close the door and squeal quietly, then make sure the door is locked, and that the two front doors of the cab are locked, then go to unpack the gift basket.

He had gotten you the biggest bottles of Jameson and the Sassenach whiskeys, and a huge bottle of Captain Morgan spiced Rum that he could find, apparently. There was also a bag of brown sugar, one of cinnamon sticks, a jar of whole cloves and a bag of lemons as well as a tub of Irish butter. The butter and lemons you put in the fridge, the three bottles of alcohol, go into the freezer, and the spices and sugar all go into the cabinet.

You open the card and say, “Awwweee!” as it was a green background with a hedgehog standing on its hind feet, holding a banner that says, ‘GET WELL SOON’ and it’s wearing a white nurse’s hat with a red cross on it. Under the hedgehog it says, ‘Here’s a giant hedge-hug’. When you open it, the inside says, “Get well soon, Sweetheart. Can’t wait to see you healthy, happy, and cheerful again. Get some rest and we’ll make sure to take care of you. ~ Richard” in what you assume is Richard’s penmanship. You like how he writes and smile. The card you set on the counter next to your Smaug statue.

Quickly, you pull the Yeti containers from your messenger bag and the travel silverware. You get them washed up and set them on the collapsible drying tray to drip dry overnight. You pull out a can of tomato soup to make tomorrow morning for lunch tomorrow and pull the package of Goldfish crackers to put into it. You still have one of the bananas and an orange left, so you decide to have those tomorrow for a mid-morning snack with a muffin from the hotel.

Looking at the now empty basket from Richard’s gift, you wonder what to do with it. You walk around the RV with it, looking to see where it could be utilized.

It was a pretty grey one with a silver bow tied to the handles on either side. You decide to put it in the bathroom on the counter to put things in.

Taking a pair of Velcro style command strips you attach them to the underside of the basket then attach it to the counter in the corner of the bathroom. It looked pretty there with the bows on it. You put a spare roll of toilet paper wrapped in plastic wrap in the basket, along with a bottle of Jasmine hand lotion, a tube of jasmine body cream, and a pack of lavender shampoo and conditioner bars for when your old ones run out in the shower.

Tiredly, you get ready for bed, put your hair up in 1/2” braids all over your head, then take your meds, and crawl into bed with your phone. Making sure it was plugged in, and the alarm was set, you quickly fall asleep.

Chapter 13

Over the course of the next three days, your symptoms progress like you said they’d do and you are miserable. You end up coughing a lot and tell the director that you’ll sit outside the door so your coughing doesn’t disrupt the filming and ask him to tell everyone that if they need something to poke their head out to tell you. Luckily the weather cooperated for you and you were able to sit in the fresh air.

It worried you, though, that you were coughing up crud and it was getting more yellowish green in color. Your chest ached something fierce from the constant coughing and your entire body ached from it. You were still battling chills and were hot then cold off and on constantly. You were also more tired and not very hungry as well. The only reason you ate was because your friends made you and would get on your case when you didn’t.

They were all worried when your cough started getting worse. But you just assured them it always did this and that you’d probably end up having to go to the doctor by the end of the week to get meds for it since it was probably the start of pneumonia.

It was Friday and you were miserable. Your coughing was now a deep, rumbling cough that often left you short of breath and you could feel it popping and crackling as you’d breathe in. You spent the week sitting outside on your bench from Gus and would run and get things as the cast and crew needed. Always, you were careful to use hand sanitizer whenever you picked up things for them and were careful to cover your mouth and nose when coughing.

Rich and Blythe often came to check on you in the evenings and would make sure you ate something for supper and to check to see if you needed anything for the night.

Towards the end of the day on Friday, you were feeling incredibly warm and headed home. Your coughing was exhausting you and draining your energy. You had gone into the RV, taken a cool shower, then gotten changed into your purple and dark grey camo pants and your dark grey shirt that says, ‘I can bend steel, what’s your superpower?’

Feeling dizzy, you padded back to the kitchen area in bare feet and was going to get your phone to text Blythe, but a wave of dizziness hit you and you blacked out and collapsed onto the floor and started to have seizures from the high fever you had been battling.

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Blythe, Richard and Bernard all climbed into Bernard’s vehicle to go see how you were doing. They arrive and park in the lot, then go and knock on your door. They could see the lights were on in the RV, but no one answers. Frowning, Blythe tries to call you. They could hear your phone ringing inside, and it sounded like it was close by the door. “Hmmm. She’s not answering.” She says, after hanging up.

“Maybe she left her phone in the RV and went to have some supper in the hotel, let’s go look.” Bernard suggests. They all head to the hotel and enter the lobby. Rich looks around and doesn’t see you. Going over to the front desk, he asks if you’ve been in at all this evening. “No, Sir, Miss Fay hasn’t been in since this morning when she had breakfast.” the front desk clerk tells him.

Rich is getting worried now. He goes back over to Blythe and Bernard. “They said she hasn’t been in since this morning.” He tells them. Blythe frowns, “I have the key for the RV door with me, we had better go check and make sure she is in there and is alright.” She says.

They hurry back over, and Blythe unlocks the door. Richard, enters first, then Bernard, then Blythe. When Rich gets to the top of the stairs he looks over and sees you on the floor, seizing. “Blythe, go call 911, she’s collapsed and is having a seizure!” he tells her. She nods and quickly dials the emergency number and talks with the dispatcher. “Rich turn her on her side so if she pukes, she won’t breathe it in.” she tells him, relaying what the dispatcher says.

Bernard comes over and feels your forehead. “She’s burning up, we gotta get her cooled down.” He tells Rich, who’s holding your head steady as you continue to seize. Bernard digs in the fridge and freezer and grabs the cool gel masks and tosses them to Rich. He puts one on your face and the other on the back of your neck.

Bernard finds your two huge gel packs in the freezer and wraps them in a hand towel and holds one on your back and the other on your chest, keeping you steady as you seize. Slowly, your body stops shaking from the seizure as the coolness from the packs drop your body temperature. Luckily you hadn’t puked.

Blythe waits for the paramedics to arrive and directs them to the RV. “She’s been sick all week after getting soaked to the bone and chilled from the rain on Monday.” She tells them. “Her cough has gotten worse as the week progressed. We came to check on her and found her on the floor having a seizure.” She explains.

A crowd now is gathering at the door of the hotel, having heard the sirens get close then stop right outside the hotel. Some staff from the Squeaky Peanut peek out their door too to see what is going on.

The paramedics nod and enter the RV with a stretcher and their gear. A gurney from the ambulance waits ready outside the RV. Coming over, they see Rich and Bernard holding cool packs on your head and torso. Kneeling down, they begin to check your vitals and frown, hearing how labored your breathing is and how much it’s popping and crackling as you breathe in. Your heart rate is fast too.

“I take it she was burning up?” the EMT asks. Rich nods. “Not sure what her temp was, but she was having a seizure and her hair was wet and cold. I assume she took a cool shower after work trying to cool off. She’s a runner for the studios we’re filming at and she’s been running for us all week while battling what she said was a headcold. She had a sore throat and head congestion the morning after that heavy deluge on Monday and she’s got no tonsils nor adenoids, she said.

She also told us that this often happens when her head gets wet and cold, and that the sore throat goes up into her sinuses and gets them all congested since there’s no adenoids to stop it, then it drips down her throat and she ends up with either bronchitis or walking pneumonia.” He explains as he holds your head of copper tresses.

“How long have you been here with her and how long have these been on her?” the EMT asks, indicating the cool packs.

Bernard looks up at the microwave’s clock, “Been here maybe 5 minutes or so. Got the cool packs on her shortly after we found her. She just stopped seizing before you came in.” he replies with a worried expression. The EMT nods.

They check you for any head injuries, but other than a goose egg where your head hit the floor when you fell, they don’t find any injuries from the seizure. Your eyes dilate properly when the EMT checks them, so he doesn’t think you got a concussion when you fell. They put an oxygen mask on you after Rich takes the gel mask off your face. They get you transferred onto a stretcher and get you strapped down. While they do that, Bernard puts the cool packs back where he got them from.

The EMT checks your temp and it’s at 103.5 he frowns and checks it again on the other temple and it comes out the same temp. “We need to get her to the hospital, her fever is too high. It’s probably what caused the seizure.

“How come she isn’t waking up?” Bernard asks. “Some people go unconscious when they have seizures. Hopefully she’ll wake up when we can get this fever down.” He says and they lift you up to carry you carefully down the narrow steps of the RV. Richard and Bernard follow, both worried for you. Rich grabs your messenger bag, phone, wallet, and your keys. He shuts off all the lights and closes the door, locking it.

“What hospital are you going to take her to?” he asks.

“Are you family?” The EMT asks.

“Sir, we’re as close as she has to family. Her birth family died recently, leaving her by herself now. We’re her coworkers, and have been very concerned about her since she started working with us. We’ve been coming and checking on her all week.” Blythe tells them.

They nod and tell the three actors where they are taking you. “One of you can ride with us, but you’ll have to wait in the ‘family room’ once we get her there.” the EMT says.

Blythe and Bernard look at Rich. “Go with her and we’ll meet you there, Rich. I’ll let the director know what’s going on.” Blythe says. Rich nods and climbs up into the Ambulance with your stuff. The doors are shut, and you’re whisked off to the hospital.

Blythe and Bernard sigh, “I hope she’s going to be okay.” Bernard says. “I suppose she’s gotten worn down having to deal with the stress of dealing with her family passing away and all the estate stuff, then moving here and adjusting to working again doing all the running for the studios.” He says rubbing his chin.

“Probably. Let’s go let the Hotel know what is going on and ask them to keep an eye on the RV and the SUV for her so they know why she hasn’t come in after a few days.” Blythe says. Bernard nods.

They head into the lobby of the hotel and ask for the manager. He comes out and they explain who they are and tell him about what just happened. “Oh no! Oh, I hope she will be alright! We were wondering why the ambulance arrived here.” the manager says, worriedly.

“We hope she’s okay too. Could your employees keep an eye on her RV and the SUV parked at the nose of it for her? We aren’t sure how long she will be in the hospital. We’ll cover any bills coming due that she has with you.” Blythe asks.

“Oh, yes, we can keep an eye on the RV and the SUV for her. She pays us an amount we agreed on at the end of each month for her to ‘rent’ the spot out in the parking lot and we let her use the amenities and the continental meals as well as the electricity and water hookup.” He says.

Blythe and Bernard nod. “I have a key for the RV, so I’ll probably be seen coming and going from it.” Blythe tells the manager, “Just so you know and aren’t alarmed seeing me going in and out from it.” she says. He nods and tells them to let you know that they all wish you a speedy recovery. “I’ll make sure to tell her when she wakes up.” she says.

They head out and get in Bernard’s vehicle. He drives them to the hospital while Blythe contacts the Director and the studio, to let him know what is going on. “Okay, thanks for letting me know. Keep me posted on her condition.” The Director says. “I will.” She tells him and hangs up.

Chapter 14

Bernard and Blythe arrive to find Richard pacing in the waiting room for the ER. “Any news?” Bernard asks. Rich pauses and shakes his head as he chews on a fingernail. “God, I hope she’s alright!” he mumbles.

“Come here, Richard.” Blythe says and he comes over. She reaches up and pulls him down for a hug. “She’ll be alright, Rich. Try to think positive.” She coos and he sighs and nods, hugging her back.

They all sit down and wait for any news on you. Rich messages Aiden letting him know what happened and soon he is joining them, waiting to hear how you are.

~~~~~

You are rushed into the ER and put in an exam room. The nurses get you out of your clothing and into an exam gown, then check all your vitals and frown hearing your lungs struggling.

The Doc comes in reads through your chart, frowns, then examines you. His frown deepens when he hears the popping and crackling sound in your lungs and how you’re struggling to breathe. He orders blood tests, chest x-rays and a CT scan of your lungs to see what is going on. You are taken to Radiology to get them done, then are brought back to the ER room. A port is placed in your chest, and you are hooked up to heart monitors, an O2 sensor and an oxygen mask is placed on you.

The doctor orders that the nurses give you something via IV to get the high fever down, then give you some bronchodilator meds to help get the inflammation down in your lungs. They also put you on antibiotics to get the infection down once they know what is causing it. You are also given IV fluids to keep you hydrated.

A couple hours after being brought in, you finally wake and are confused as to where you are. Looking around, you realize you are in a hospital room. A nurse comes over and greets you. Lifting off the oxygen mask, she hooks up the oxygen hose and puts it on you so you can talk and still get the oxygen. “What happened? How did I get here?” you ask.

“You blacked out in your RV due to having a high fever and your friends came to check on you. When you didn’t answer, they came in and found you having a seizure on the floor.” She tells you.

“Oh. How high was my fever?” you ask. “Well, when the paramedics arrived, your friends had put cool packs on you, which dropped your temp enough to stop the seizure. When they went to load you into the Ambulance they checked it and it was at 103.5°F.” She tells you.

Your eyes open wide. “But my normal body temp is 97.6°F!!! For me, a temp like that is like a normal person having a 104.5°F temp!!!” you tell her worriedly and start coughing. You hold your chest and groan as you cough.

“I’ll make a note in your chart that your normal body temp is 97.6° instead of the normal 98.6°F. She says and goes over to the computer to do so.

“Just try to breathe slowly and try to relax.” She says.

“You have a very severe case of Pneumonia, Sweetheart. We’re waiting for a room to get prepared, and we’ll be bringing you up once it is ready. I believe your friends who found you are all in the waiting room.” She says. “Did you want the Doctor to let them know what is going on?” she asks.

You nod. “Yes, he or she can let them know what is going on. They are probably worried sick about me. They are about as close as I’m going to get to having family now. My birth family are all dead.” You tell her.

“Alright, I’ll make a note of it in the chart so those treating you will know.” She says. You sigh, cough, and nod. I’m just going to go back to sleep if it’s alright. I’m so exhausted.” You tell her. “That’s fine. How about we put the mask back on you though, it looks like your O2 levels are going down again.” She says with a frown.

You shrug, so she puts the oxygen mask back on you and you go back to sleep, coughing occasionally.

~~~~~

After a couple of hours, the Doctor comes out to the waiting room and asks for the family of Miss Leanna Fay. Blythe and the other actors get up and come over to him. “Miss Fay’s family are all dead, but we are her coworkers and are about all the family she has left now.” she tells him. “Oh, okay. Well, she woke up a little bit and okay’d me to let you all know what is going on.” He explains.

Miss Fay had been getting treated for several autoimmune diseases prior to coming here, so I had to get her medical files transferred. It seems she was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis, Lupus and also Hypothyroidism, which means her body’s thyroid is not working properly and is not producing enough of certain crucial hormones. The lupus causes all kinds of problems in the body, but for her, it is causing the hypothyroidism as well as inflammation in her joints, and her lungs, among other things.

This inflammation weakens her lung function and her immune system, which is why she gets sick so easily when she gets wet and chilled. I went back through her chart, and it seems that this time, she was battling both an RA flare up and a lupus flare up on top of the head cold, which made the pneumonia more severe than it normally does. I’m assuming the move here was causing stress for her which often can trigger Lupus flareups.” He explains.

“Actually, Sir, it was probably her having to deal with the death of her entire family due to a drunk driver. It happened about a year and a half ago and he killed her Sister. When the Parents and Grandparent found out, they all had either heart attacks or strokes and did not survive. Her Uncle who was taking care of her Grandmother, was also found dead from a massive heart attack and stroke.” Aiden explains.

“Yeah, she had 5 family members die within a few days of each other and an Uncle who was making it difficult for her to deal with the three estates, one of them being out of town by an hour and a half.” Richard tells him. “She said she just finished up dealing with the last of the estate stuff a few months ago.” He adds.

“OH! Yes, that would do it then!” the Doctor explains. “Due to all the stress, it weakened her immune system, triggered the Lupus, and all that plus this head cold, just kind of sent her body in a downward spiral, unable to handle everything. She now has a very severe case of pneumonia that we are treating her for. I’m concerned, though, about her lungs. They were VERY congested, and her Oxygen levels were very low. The nurse said Miss Fay told her that she feels just exhausted, so I think I’m going to keep her here for a week to 10 days, depending on how well and how fast she recovers. She needs to just rest and get the infection and mucous worked out of her lungs.” He tells them.

They all frown and nod. “Can we see her?” Blythe asks. “We’re waiting for a room to open up and be cleaned. Once we have a room for her, we’ll let you know when we are bringing her up to it and you may join her. Understand though, Pneumonia is contagious. Make sure you wash your hands frequently and it wouldn’t be a bad idea to wear masks when visiting her. We’ll have a box of them at the door to her room that you may take one to use while there as well as hand sanitizer both inside the room’s door and outside it.” he tells them.

The actors all nod. “Thanks for letting us know Doc.” Aiden tells him. He nods and tells them a nurse will come get them when the room is ready. Then he heads back to continue helping other patients.

Blythe goes and sits down and sighs, looking down at her hands and rubbing them gently. Aiden looks puzzled and comes over to her. “You alright, Mrs. Danner?” he asks. “I didn’t realize how much pain she must’ve been in. I know people who have Lupus and I know people who have RA. Both are incredibly painful when flareups happen.” She says quietly. “I know that hypothyroidism also makes one very tired all the time and that it causes a lot of health problems too. It amazes me how well she hid it. She was always such a quiet little ray of sunshine.” She says.

“Well, some people just choose to suffer in silence, I guess.” Aiden says. “I suppose they feel like they don’t want to be a bother to others and don’t want them worrying for the person with it.” he tells her. “Apparently Miss Fay is one of those people. Remember, she kept telling us not to worry about her?” he asks. Blythe nods. “I just feel so bad for her, Aiden. Her life must have been just miserable having to deal with all her health issues, plus the estate stuff, the funeral stuff, the deaths. I wonder if she’s even taken the time to mourn those she lost.” She says.

“Well it seemed her family used to be close knit. She said that as she got older, things started to just fall apart with her family. She didn’t say how or why, but I get the feeling that they weren’t all that close anymore for one reason or another.” Rich says, sitting beside Blythe and rubbing her back gently. “All we can do is be there for her when she needs the help, Blythe. We just have to keep reminding her that it is okay to need and ask for help and that it is not a bother for us to do so.” Rich reminds them.

“She’s going to be pretty tired. Severe Pneumonia takes 6-8 weeks to recuperate from before you’re finally feeling back to ‘normal’ again. I know, I had it in NZ near the ending of production for the Hobbit.” Rich tells her. “I got the flu, then it turned into pneumonia. It took me quite a while and a lot of naps to get the rest I needed between all the post production and promos.” He says. “Oh yeah! I remember that. You were really sick when we were filming the Ravenhill scenes with the green screen Azog!” Aiden says.

Rich nods. “Yup. It sucked. I was exhausted, and shouldn’t have been working, but we had no choice. If I didn’t film those scenes sick or no, we’d have had to push back the release date. We were cutting it close as it was. I think PJ, me and someone else all ended up sick at the same time.” Rich says. Aiden nods.

Just then a nurse comes out and tells them to follow her. “Here is the bag with her clothing in it.” she says, and Blythe takes it; then they all follow the nurse down the halls to where the other nurses were waiting with the gurney. You were laying on your left side with the oxygen mask on and all kinds of IV’s hooked into the port on your chest. You were sound asleep and quite pale. Occasionally, you’d cough, but kept your eyes closed. They had several warm blankets over you and tucked in around you. Rich chuckled at all the braids you had in your hair as he caressed your head gently.

They followed the nurses, who pushed the hospital gurney into the elevator. Everyone piled in and it took them up to the third floor and the nurses rolled you out of the lift and down the hall with the actors following. They get to your room and the nurses have the actors wait in the hall while they get you settled. A few minutes later, the door opens, and the nurse hands them all a mask to wear and tells them to use the hand sanitizer when entering and when they leave the room. Everyone nods and does so, then enters the room.

You were still asleep and were propped on your left side, facing the windows. The actors stand there gazing at you for a few minutes, then shift around and get settled. Aiden and Bernard go to the gift shop, but find that it’s closed now, so they go to a grocery store to find some nice flowers for you and a balloon.

Rich and Blythe sit flanking your bed and hold your hand or rub your back gently as you sleep. They talk quietly about this upcoming week’s filming schedule and frown realizing that they all will be filming during the day and have evenings off. “Hopefully she can get rest during the day. I know it’s hard to get it at night since they are constantly coming in to check on patients.” Blythe says. Richard nods.

After a while, Bernard and Aiden return with a ‘get well’ card, balloon, and a pretty bouquet of flowers.

The balloon was tied to the vase of flowers and had a couple of emojis on it and word bubbles saying things like: hang in there… get well! Hugs! Sorry you are sick! Then in the center of the balloon it says, ‘feel better soon!’ Each thought bubble is in a different color and the background is a yellow.

Ironically, the balloon matches the bouquet of flowers almost perfectly.

The card they got you said, ‘You’re a tough cookie…” on the outside with a gingerbread person under the words. Then on the inside, it has another gingerbread person standing on a box with the words, ‘hope you recover soon!’ inside the box. Both Bernard and Aiden signed the card.

They placed the flowers on the window ledge and put the card on the bedside tray. The group of actors let you sleep for as long as you needed. A few hours later, around 10 PM, you finally wake as a coughing fit hits as your lungs try to get rid of the mucous that had built up in them.

Richard hurries over and helps you to sit up, gently patting your back, so you can get the mucous worked out. He tells you to spit it out if you can get any loosened enough to do so. You continue to cough and nod in reply to his statement. Blythe grabs the shallow kidney shaped bowl from off the counter beside the sink, and hands it to you as you sit and cough into the O2 mask. Finally, you are able to work some of the phlegm out and tilt the mask up long enough to spit it out into the bowl, then replace the mask.

They could see the phlegm was a dark green color indicating infection, and Blythe takes the bowl and rinses it out dumping it down the sink drain. She dries it off and sets it on the bedside table for you. You sit there feeling absolutely miserable as you lean against Richard, and he gently rubs and pats your back.

“It’s alright, Sweetheart.” Bernard coos. “We’re here for you. Just rest now. Here, have something to drink. The nurse brought you some warm water with lemon and honey in it to soothe your throat.” He tells you and hands you the mug with the bendy straw in it.

You take it and tilt the mask down to your chin so you can slowly drink some of the warm water. It soothes your sore throat and feels good. After drinking your fill. You hand it back to him and put the mask back on, as it was easier to breathe with it on, than when it was off.

Leaning against Richard you sigh and wince as it hurts your chest. You feel like you just want to cry and be held, but are too exhausted to even do that. Rich’s warm, large hand just continues to gently rub your back in comforting circles and you feel your eyes getting heavy again.

“It’s alright, Leanna, go back to sleep. Get all the rest you can, Sweetheart.” Aiden tells you and reaches over to your face and gently puts his fingers over your eyes, silently telling you to close them and rest. You do and soon, you’re sound asleep again. He caresses your head and looks at Richard. He nods and gently scoots out from behind you, helping you to lie back on the bed. The moment you are lowered, though, you start to cough and wake up again.

Again, they help you to sit up and work out more of the phlegm. By now, tears trickle down your cheeks as it hurts your chest to cough and you cling to Rich’s arm that was wrapped around your front as he leans you forward and gently pats your upper back. You cough and cough and struggle to breathe, finally, you get enough of the phlegm worked out that you can quit coughing for a little bit.

Again, Blythe rinses out the bowl and dries it, then places it on the table. She takes a clean washcloth, wets it with cool water, then comes over and gently caresses your face and eyes with it, then replaces the Oxygen mask.

You’re so exhausted that you just pass out as Rich holds you and sighs. He adjusts the hospital bed to a reclined position and gently leans you back against it. Blythe helps him prop pillows around you to keep you still and they let you sleep. She slips out letting the nurses know that you woke and had a pair of coughing fits. “Was she able to cough up anything?” the charge nurse asks.

Blythe nods, telling them it was dark green in color. They frown and nod. “Let us know if she coughs up anything more. The Doc wants us to collect some of it for testing.” She says and hands Blythe a sterilized collection cup with a lid. “Have her spit it into this and then seal it up. Bring it out to one of us and we’ll mark it with her name and send it off for testing.” She instructs.

Blythe nods. “We won’t be able to be with her during the day, as we’re filming. Is there someone who can sit with her and help her. She is struggling to breathe from these coughing fits and it seems to help if someone can pat her back to help get the gunk out. She passed out in our arms after this last one.” Blythe asks.

The charge nurse nods. “Yes, we have ‘sitters’ who can sit with her during the day and evening when no one is available from your group. Just let us know when you are heading out and we’ll have one go and be with her.” the charge nurse instructs. “Alright, thank you.” Blythe replies and then goes back in with the collection cup.

She tells them the nurse’s instructions and they nod, setting the cup on the bedside table. They let you sleep as needed and they doze as well. Richard and Blythe staying at your bedside and resting their heads on the bed, while Bernard sits in the recliner and Aiden in another side chair by the window.

Whenever you wake, Rich and Blythe help you sit up and help you to work the phlegm out of your lungs. Rich alternating between patting your upper back gently to loosen the phlegm more, and rubbing it in gentle circles between coughing fits. You spit out the phlegm into the collection cup and cry as your chest aches. Blythe seals the cup with the lid, setting it on the counter for now, then again, bathes your face with a cool washcloth and replaces the oxygen mask. Once she does, you pass out, exhausted, and Rich gently leans you back onto the bed and your little nest of pillows.

It's hard on them all, seeing you struggling to breathe and get rest. Every hour it seems, you are waking to cough and cry. By morning, they are all tired, having rotated halfway through the night. Bernard would hold you and pat your back as you’d cough while Aiden would rinse out the bowl after each coughing fit and would bathe your face with the cool washcloth. Meanwhile, Rich and Blythe slept.

You lay there clinging to Bernard’s arm after this last round of coughing. Aiden had cleaned up your face and tears, and sat rubbing your back gently. “Sweetheart, we gotta get going now and get ready to film for the day, alright? We’ll let you rest, and we’ll come see you when we are done for the day, Okay?” he coos. You just nod tiredly. “Someone will sit with you to help you with the coughing fits and get you whatever you need, Sweetheart.” Bernard tells you as he eases you back onto the reclined bed. You just nod, exhausted. “Get some rest, Sweetheart. We’ll see you later on.” He coos.

They step aside and wake Blythe and Richard. “Come on, you two. Time to wake up and go get ready to film.” Bernard tells them. They both wake and yawn. “How is she?” Rich asks as he stands and stretches. “Exhausted.” Bernard says quietly. “These coughing fits are really zapping her strength.” He tells Richard.

Richard sighs and nods, wishing he could’ve kept you from getting so sick. He goes over to you and caresses your copper hair. You open your eyes a little and gaze up at his masked face. You can see the concern in his eyes and the worry. “Get some rest, Sweetheart. We’ll be thinking about you all day today.” He murmurs as he leans down and places a soft kiss to your forehead after shifting his mask out of the way. Then replaces it after he kisses your forehead. “Sleep now, Luv.” He coos and puts a hand over your eyes.

Rich feels your eyelashes caress his hand as you close your eyes. He caresses your face then they quietly head out and let you be to rest. Blythe lets the nurse know they are heading out for the day and a ‘sitter’ comes to be with you.

Chapter 15

You spend most of the day sleeping, waking only to eat meals, which they make you do to keep your strength up, and when the Doctor comes to check on you, or the nurses come to make sure you are drinking and doing the breathing tube exercise thingy that measures lung output.

You’re coughing more now and spitting up more phlegm with the help of the nurses or the sitter patting your back to help loosen it so you can get the mucous worked out. It’s exhausting and leaves you in tears as it makes your chest ache. The nurses give you meds for the pain and you go back to sleep.

Each evening your friends come to see you, and occasionally will call up to the wing during the day on their breaks to talk to the nurses to see how you are doing.

Everyone is concerned at how exhausted you are with this. Then your period arrives, and you just lie there and cry, curled up in pain from the excruciating cramps. The nurses frown, that the pain meds aren’t even phasing you and you just lay there and ball. The nurses notify the Doctor, and he orders an ultrasound of your womb and ovaries to see what is going on.

You are taken down for the procedure and they get it completed and get you cleaned up, then you are wheeled back to the room where you pass out and sleep for much of the morning.

The Doctor frowns seeing the results of the ultrasound.

You have uterine fibroids that are taking up much of your womb’s space. He orders that your hormone levels be checked and discovers your estrogen levels are off the charts they are so high. Frowning, he looks into what would cause this imbalance. All kinds of tests are run checking all your mineral and vitamin levels. He talks with several medical doctors, and they all have the same conclusion… that you have either a D&C, or lazer removal of the fibroids, which will damage the uterine lining, increasing risk of a miscarriage and regrowth of the fibroids, or a hysterectomy to permanently eliminate the problem.

You are livid and adamantly refuse all three options. “If it can grow, it can shrink!” you demand. “I want another opinion!!! You are NOT removing or damaging my womb!” you growl through the mask. Despite the Doctor’s insistence that the fibroid cannot shrink, you call bullshit on him. “GET ME A NATUROPATHIC DOCTOR IMMEDIATELY!!!” you demand and start coughing and cry. He sighs and heads out to make calls to see if there is one nearby who can come and see what he can do for you.

You’re crabby and miserable when Rich comes to see you, having finished his scenes for the day. When he enters with a bouquet of flowers and a few balloons, he frowns seeing you curled up tight in a ball, crying. Rich quickly sets the flowers on the windowsill and comes over to you, scoops you up in his arms and sits on the bed with you in his lap.

“Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” he asks, drying your tears. “I got my monthly and it’s hurting SO incredibly bad!!! Nothing is making the pain go away! They did an ultrasound and found out I have fibroids in my womb. They want me to have a hysterectomy or a surgery that will remove the fibroids, but damage my womb! I don’t want to do those options! I want to be a mom someday and get pregnant and have my own babies!!!” you bawl as he holds you and rocks you gently. “So, what are they going to do to help you then?” he asks.

“They just kept insisting on the surgery and told me that the fibroids will keep growing and will never shrink. I called bullshit on them. If tumors and cancer can grow and shrink, then so can fibroids, they just don’t want to admit it because they make their money damaging or eliminating our wombs so we can’t have babies!” you say and cry some more.

“I demanded they get me a Naturopathic Doctor to treat this. My friend has the same problem and had the same thing happen to her. She found a great Naturopathic Doc and he treated her for the issues that caused the fibroids, and they went away. As long as she follows the regimen that he suggested, she doesn’t have any problems from them anymore and they shrank and disappeared!” you tell him still crying.

“So, fibroids are like a tumor?” Rich asks. You nod. “Kind of. They supposedly are not cancerous though. Something made them grow, and if the Doc would take the time to figure out what is making them grow, then we eliminate whatever it is and it eliminates the means for the fibroid to continue growing. If that happens, it starts to shrink and go away.” You explain.

Richard nods. “Well, I’m here for you, Sweet Leanna. If you need help paying for the treatment, I am willing to help with it.” he coos as he dries your tears. “Why?” you ask sniffling as he caresses your head. “Because that is what friends do, Leanna. They help however they are able to. We love you and care about you, Hunny. We want to see you back at 100% again. I wish I could take all this pain you’re experiencing away from you, but unfortunately, I can’t.

Hopefully, they can find you a Naturopathic Doc who can help you get rid of these fibroids and the pain.” He coos. You sniffle and nod. “Now, what do you need for now?” he asks quietly.

“Will you just keep holding me like this?” you ask. Rich nods and holds you as he sits on the bed, leaning against the reclined back of it. He hums softly as he holds you, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of you in his arms. Eventually, you fall asleep, and he feels you go dead weight. Rich sighs and can tell your scent has changed with the arrival of your period. You smell sweeter now. He sighs and lays you down in the bed, slipping out from under you.

Quietly he covers you back up and kisses your forehead, then puts his mask back on. Slipping out of the room, he sanitizes his hands and goes to talk with the nurse. “We don’t have any Naturopathic Doctors working here. They’re a bunch of hooey and do more harm than good, as far as I’m concerned.” She says.

“The Doc is making calls to see if there are any nearby who are willing to come and see what they can do for her, but he is not convinced it will work. She might as well accept it and have the surgery. She’ll never be able to have children of her own. Not with fibroids the size of cookies growing in her womb!” she tells him.

Rich growls, annoyed with her lack of compassion and caring. “I’m not so sure I agree with you. I do not want her having that surgery unless all other options are exhausted first. Surgery should be a last resort, not the first. Something caused these to grow. It is the Doctor’s job to find out what it is and correct it, not destroy her only means of conceiving children. It’s inhumane and greedy.” he growls at her.

“I am doing just that, trying to find out why these grew in the first place and correct the problem, but modern medicine tells us that unlike tumors or cancer, fibroids cannot shrink. There’s no evidence of it happening, as far as we know.” The Doctor says, coming up behind Richard.

Richard turns to face him and growls, “I disagree, Doc. I’m positive that there ARE evidence of it happening, it’s just that modern medicine refuses to acknowledge it because it means you have another option that eliminates the need for expensive and money making surgeries that cause damage to women and strip them of their ability to bear children safely after that if at all.” Rich rumbles.

The Doctor sighs, “There’s an imbalance of her hormones that is causing the fibroids. Her estrogen levels are off the charts and I’m not sure why. I called around and consulted my colleagues, but they all insist on this surgery and seem unwilling to try to find the root cause of the problem, and just insist on eliminating it instead.

I informed Leanna of this, but she continues to refuse, and has now demanded a Naturopathic Doctor. We have none here, so it would be out of network and her insurance will not cover any out of network treatments. I highly doubt that any Naturopathic Doctor will be able to do anything for her, Sir. Uterine Fibroids cannot shrink from what I have been taught.” He tells Richard.

“Then perhaps you need to be reeducated.” Rich growls. “If your way is not working, then it is best we seek alternatives to it. I’ll not have you damaging or removing the one thing that allows her to conceive, if there are ways to clear up the fibroids without causing damage to the womb and it’s lining.

Surgery should ALWAYS be a last resort. Isn’t that part of the doctor’s creed??? DO NO HARM???” Rich growls.

The Doctor sighs and nods. “I have contacted the Naturopathic Doctors near here and am waiting for a reply from them. I need her to sign this release of information sheet so I can share with the Naturopathic Doctor what is going on, our tests and results and so he can share information with me. I want to monitor things and what he is doing to see if it is going to work or not. I do not expect it to, but you never know.” He says.

Rich nods and looks at the ROI paperwork. “Are these the businesses that have the Naturopathic doctors?” he asks. The Doc nods. “As soon as I get a response saying they’re willing to take her case, I will need the one for that Doctor’s business signed.” The Doc explains.

“Contact them again and let them know that she is my close friend and that I wish to pay for any treatments they recommend for her to get this situation fixed. I want to see her back at 100% and I don’t care how long it takes to do so as long as she gets there.” Rich says.

The Doctor nods and goes to make calls back to the businesses he had contacted. An hour later one responds and says he’ll come up to the hospital to review the chart with both the patient and the Doctor. A half hour later the Naturopathic Doctor arrives at the hospital and is directed up to the floor to speak with you and the regular medical Doctor.

You are woken up and have a coughing fit for several minutes, then once it calms down, you sign the ROI paperwork so the two Doctors can share information and work together to monitor and treat your problems. The Medical Doctor pulls up your medical history on the hospital’s computer and the Naturopathic Doctor reads through it all. It takes him nearly an hour to read through everything and he is making detailed notes about things. Once he finishes, the Medical Doctor is called back, and the Naturopathic Doctor discusses his opinions about everything going on. He asks why the Medical Doctor didn’t run these specific tests and hands him a separate list of tests that need to be run.

When the Medical Doctor inquires why they should be run, the Naturopathic Doctor explains why, and the Medical Doctor’s eyes widen in surprise. “OH! I never thought about that being one of the main problems!” he exclaims. “I’ll have the tests run right away.” He says and goes to order them be done. Soon, a phlebotomist arrives and does the blood draws and finger pricks to run the tests.

While you four wait for the results, the Naturopathic Doctor explains his plans for treating you if the tests come back like he thinks they will, judging by all your symptoms and medical history.

He explains that this took time for your body to get like this and that in order to correct the imbalances and problems, it will take time, dedication, and patience to reverse the trigger that is causing them. You sigh and nod. “I just want to get better, I don’t care how it is done as long as it doesn’t damage my womb and doesn’t increase the risk of miscarriages or requires the removal of my womb. I want to have my own babies and be pregnant and have a family someday. I’m not willing to give up on that dream yet.” You say.

Rich grins hearing that. “We’re in this for the long haul, Sweetheart. If this is what you want to do, then I’m willing to help you out paying for it. Money is not an issue for me, I will do what I can to help you recover and get back to 100%. No matter how long it takes, Leanna. I’m here for you, if you want me to walk this path of healing with you.” He tells you. Your eyes get glassy, and you look down at your hands. “Why? Why would you do that for me?” you ask quietly.

Rich smiles and tilts your face up to his. “Because you are my friend, and I love and care about you, Leanna. You are a tough little coppertop cookie and you have been through so much heartache and constant pain. I’d take it from you if I could, but I can’t, and this is as much as I can do for you right now. You need this to get better, Leanna, if this is the path you wish to explore and take to see if it can help get you back to 100%, then I am willing to take it with you and support you as you take this journey.” He murmurs, caressing your hands with his. “Now, is this what you want to do? Are you willing to stick to his regime and follow it to see if it gets you back on track with your health?” Richard asks.

You look up at his face and his gorgeous sapphire eyes with gratitude and nod. “Very well. Once we get the results, we’ll take this path together, alright?” he coos. You nod. “Your regular Doc here will monitor the progress since he wants to see if it is going to work for you or not.” Richard tells you. “Okay.” You reply and lean against Richard, feeling grateful that you don’t have to go through this alone.

The two Doctors talk through the Naturopathic Doctor’s plans, and he continues to explain each part and walk the three of you through it all. You agree to do his program and so he has you and Richard sign the paperwork for the program and payment for it and the supplements, and gets things in order. By evening, the results came back, just as he thought they would. The Medical Doctor and the Naturopathic one sit and discuss the results and work out more of the details now that they know what all you are dealing with.

The Naturopathic Doctor heads back to his business to get all the supplements ready for you and writes the dosages on the caps of each bottle or affixes a label with them on it. When he has it all ready and rung up on the computer, he calls Rich’s cell and Rich pays for it over the phone with his credit card. Once the payment processes, the Naturopathic Doctor says he’ll bring the supplements back up to you and go through them, so you understand when to take each one and what each one does to help you start to recover your health. He calls to let the Medical Doctor know as well, and they both meet back at your room.

Each supplement is explained to you, Rich, the Medical Doctor, and the Nurse who enters each one into the computer with the directions for taking each one and the specific purpose for taking them. They get you started on them, and the supplements are given to the nurse for now, to be kept by the hospital until you are released.

“It’ll take a month or two of taking these regularly before you’ll start to notice a difference, Leanna. But be patient and keep taking them as directed. Many of your hormones, vitamin and mineral levels are too low, while others are way too high, and your liver isn’t filtering things properly because it is too clogged up. These will help to detox your liver gently and get it functioning again and the other ones will help to stabilize your different hormone, vitamin and mineral levels.

As they begin to stabilize, you’ll notice that you feel better, have more energy, the pain and inflammation should start to go down. As your hormone levels even out, many of these female problems will start to go away and slowly get better.” He tells you.

“Here is the folder I promised you with all the results for the testings, as well as explanations of everything we discussed and my plan for your recovery. The supplements will automatically ship to your PO box each month and Rich’s card will be automatically billed for them as per the agreement he signed.

I will want to see you once a week for the first month to monitor things and track the progress and make sure you’re taking the supplements as directed. Set a reminder on your phone if you need to, in order to remember to take them.” he suggests. “After the first month, then we can space out the visits more and go from there. Okay?” he asks.

You nod and thank him for doing this for you. “Happy to help, Miss Fay. You are not the first one I’ve had to treat for this. With the change in diet and the supplements, I’m sure we can get you back on track. I’ve been doing this treatment for over 20 years now, and many women have been able to save their wombs and gone on to have successful pregnancies and given birth to healthy children thanks to this plan we’ve used for a very long time. I know it works, the fibroids WILL SHRINK and eventually disappear, and eventually, we’ll get you back on track and healthy once more.” He says with a smile. “It will just take time and dedication on your part to stick to the plan.” He assures you.

Nodding tiredly, you rest against Richard as the three of them talk a little more, then the two Doctors head out leaving you with Rich for the night.

You lie there resting against Richard’s side as he gently rubs your back. You were glad to no longer need the Oxygen mask, as the antibiotics and other meds worked their magic on you. You were thankful for this wonderful man holding you, who has stayed right by your side as often as he could. Blythe, Bernard, and Aiden too, all visited you when they weren’t recording. Some of the other cast and crew came to visit you throughout the week and wished you a speedy recovery as well.

Looking up at the huge collection of ‘Get well’ and ‘Feel better soon’ balloons, you giggle. Rich looks down at you and asks what’s so funny. “I think I have nearly every get well balloon and ‘feel better’ balloon ever made!” you say, and he chuckles. “Probably. You have many who miss you at work, and are hoping you are able to fully recover and come back to run errands for us. We’ve missed you a lot, Leanna.” Rich says as he kisses the top of your head and plays with a curl.

You sigh and play with his fingers on his free hand. “Thank you for being so good to me, Rich. Ever since you scared the living daylights out of me that first day you came into the sound stage, you’ve been kind and respectful.” You say quietly.

Rich smiles. “You’re welcome, Leanna. You’ve captured my attention since I first held you in my arms to steady you after I startled you. You’re like a delicious little enigma that the more I get to know you, the more layers of you I discover. It’s like a never ending Christmas gift. Each day I learn something new about you or see something new that I love or appreciate in you.” He purrs in his low, silky tone.

“I enjoy being around you and seeing you smiling and being so happy despite the pain it sounds like you are always in.” he murmurs.

You nod. “I’m always in some degree of pain. It’s tiring and difficult to hide. I guess I just got tired of everyone saying, ‘You can’t be in that much pain!’ or ‘You’re too young to be hurting like that!’ Or ‘Just you wait till you’re old, then you’ll know what real pain is.’.” you tell Richard. “I was tired of being disbelieved, rebuked and torn down for saying that I was in pain, so I stopped telling people that, and learned to hide it so no one knew.” You say quietly.

It makes Richard’s chest ache to hear you say that you are always in pain. He wants desperately to take the pain from you, but knows that he can’t other than by helping to pay for the Naturopathic Doctor. “Sweetheart, will you do something for me?” he asks quietly.

You look up at his face and those gorgeous blue eyes, “What do you want me to do, Rich?” you ask. He gazes down at you and gently caresses your face, hoping he has earned enough of your trust not to send you running at his request. “Will you be my girlfriend and let me take care of you from now on? I don’t want you to have to go through this anymore, being alone. I love you and care deeply about you. I want to walk this path of life alongside you, holding your hand and giving you support and encouragement when you need it and doting on you and pampering you if you’ll let me. I want to grow old with you if you’ll have me.” he murmurs in a quiet, warm tone as he caresses your face while you gaze up at him.

Closing your eyes, you focus on him and how he makes you feel as he holds you and caresses your head and back. You consider his request and realize you feel safe with him and feel incredibly loved and cherished when he holds you. His big, warm hands with those lovely, long fingers caress your face with such gentleness and love that you’re sure it would turn you to a pile of goo if you let him touch the rest of your bare skin like this.

His warm voice calms and soothes your frazzled nerves and makes you just want to cuddle him all the time. Those gorgeous sapphire eyes you love to gaze at make you feel so incredibly loved and wanted. You feel like you could drown in the depths of those blues for all eternity and die a happy woman.

You take his free hand in yours and caress his fingers gently, then bring them to your lips and kiss each one. “I’m not sure why you want such a broken thing as me, Rich, I’m not pretty, nor am I healthy, nor am I anything much important. But if you want me then I will be your girlfriend. You have treated me with kindness and respect and never pressured me for anything. You’ve sought out my happiness and have taken care of me and gotten me the help I needed when I couldn’t do it for myself.” You reply and see his face light up with happiness and relief.

Richard gets a huge grin on his face and peppers your face with soft, whiskery kisses and he hugs you tight. “I love you, Leanna, thank you for giving me a chance to get to know you and appreciate all that you are. Thank you for not pushing me away like you did with the other men who asked to date you.” Rich murmurs into your hair, “Thank you for lowering the walls you had put up enough, to give me the gift of your presence, your friendship, and for agreeing to be my girlfriend. I promise, Love, we’ll walk the paths of life together if you’ll have me, and grow old with me together as a couple.” He purrs in your ear, still cuddling you tight.

Giggling, you hug his arms and nod. “I feel safe in your arms. I know I can trust you and that you won’t hurt me. Thank you for wanting me, Rich.” You reply and the two of you sit there, cuddling and Rich peppering your neck and shoulder with soft, whiskery kisses, little licks of his tongue and little love nips. He revels in how sweet your skin tastes and smells. It’s delectable and he basks in the heady scent of your sweet musk and the peppermint shampoo that was used to wash your hair her at the hospital.

Soon the two of you fall asleep, cuddled tight in warm embraces.

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Immature

Oneshot

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Talk of sexual activities and stuff but no smut

Y/N joined the Avengers shortly after the big fight between Tony and Steve. Stark recruited her due to Fury's orders, she used to be under control of Hydra, like Barnes.. All of the Avengers had no problem with her, only one..

''Stupid Rogers!" Y/N shriek as she stares into her bathroom mirror..

Once again, Rogers benched her, because and she quote

'She used to be just like them!'

They were supposed to raid a Hydra facility, and something snapped at Steve's brain when he saw that Y/N was going too.

Y/N sighs, she just gripped the porcelain sink and steadied herself, she was ready to kill Steve, she was so angry.. Y/N just washed her face with the cold water from the faucet, hoping that it'll help ease the anger in her blood.

She exits the bathroom and was greeted by Bucky, he was sitting in her bed.

"Hello Tinman.." Y/N gave Bucky a smile.

"I want to apologize for--"

"You don't need to apologize in behalf of Steve.. I'm cool.."

"Are you really?"

"Yepp!No word of Captain Ass can get to me.."

Bucky crossed his arms, he knew she was lying.. Y/N just awkwardly smiled at him, she walks to her bed and dived in her bed..

"You can leave now, your boyfriend's might be missing you now.."

And in queue Sam and Steve popped up in her door, Steve was furious.. His eyes were fixed to Bucky, while Sam was just smiling slyly..

"Speak of the devils.." Y/N mutters as she gave Steve a deadly glare.

Bucky stood up from her bed and gave the two men a small nod.. Steve was still looking at Bucky but it soon averted to Y/N, she just raised her eyebrow at him.

"Have a fun mission, you two.."

"Will do, Y/N" Sam answered and gave Y/N a smile which she gladly gave back.

"Oh, Bucky!Pouvez-vous s'il vous plaît pousser le capitaine hors de l'avion pour moi?" Y/N spoke in french knowing that Bucky will understand.

Can you please push Captain out of the plane for me?

Bucky just laughs and shakes his head as Sam grabs him and drag him out of Y/N's sight. However, someone still hasn't left and it made her anger bubbled up even more.

"I swear to God if you don't leave, I'll squeeze your kneecaps.." Y/N said jokingly? She was not sure, she might just do that if Steve won't stop his douche ways..

"Cut it out, Y/N.." Steve ordered..

Y/N rolled her eyes, she sashay her way to Steve and move her face closer to his.

"You're not my Captain, you don't get to order me around.."

Y/N was supposed to walk away but was stopped by Rogers hand in her arms.. However, his hands didn't hurt her, his touch was soft and gentle.. Typical Steve..

Always a gentleman..

"I'm the Captain, you'll obliged to me.."

Y/N scoffs as she takes her arm away from him, she looked him deeply in his and saw that there were anger filling his blue eyes.. This guy really hates her..

"And what if I don't?What would you do?Fire me?Spank me?" She sassed but Steve eyes soften and his eyes wander to her body..

Y/N brows furrowed, what was Steve doing? He just stared at her and his cheeks suddenly got flushed.. Di-Did he just imagine what Y/N has said??

"What?" Y/N was weirded out, she hated the eerie silence between them and to top that up he might be imagining sexual things or so she thought..

"Capsicle, let's go!" Stark voice boomed out through the whole tower, it made Steve snap back to reality and he just walks away.

This made Y/N flabbergasted, he walked away just like that.. After the awkward silence and him being flustered, he just walked away with no explanation or whatsoever. Y/N just huffed in annoyance and flops back down to her comfortable messy bed..

What is wrong with Steve?

Days passed and it seems that Y/N is finally at peace, there were no longer eyes watching her.. Yes, Steve has given up.. How does she know? Simple, Steve is now avoiding and pretending she doesn't exist.. Which is fine by her, but there's this small pain in her heart.. She missed Steve acting like a douche..

Y/N mentally slaps herself, she used to complain about Steve always criticizing and annoying her but why is she missing it now? Y/N sighs as she slams her head in the table infront of her. A piercing pain welcomed her as her head hit the table but she ignored it.

"Umm, can I go on with my briefing?" Tony was standing in the middle of the big briefing room..

Y/N put her hands up and gestures an 'okay', she completely forgot that she was sitting with the Avengers in the middle of a meeting..

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Wanda was the first to ask her that, Y/N just let out a groan.. All of them just shared knowing looks and Tony fakes a cough.

"If you want to rest, you can go.." Tony chided..

"Alright.."

Y/N stood up and was almost to the door when Steve's phone suddenly rang, he answered it..

"Sharon?"

This name made Y/N stop, are they together? They look nice together, she hope that they'll break up soon.

"I'll be there.." Steve endes his call and stands up..

"Sorry everyone, I have a date with someone.." He push passed Y/N leaving her heart on the floor..

He has a date? Why is she even concerned about that? She doesn't care, Steve's stupid anyway!

"Wow, Capsicle is going on a date, I'll be damned.."

"And with Sharon?She's nice.." Wanda chirps in..

Meanwhile, Natasha notices Y/N who was dumbfounded and hurt by all the recent events..

"Aren't you gonna go, Y/N?" Nat asked with mischievous eyes wandering to her face..

Y/N put out a fake smile and left, how is she feeling this way? Does she like Steve? She groans as those thoughts eat her alive, maybe she just need a fresh air..

Yes, fresh air..

That's exactly what Y/N needs, she has been cooped up in the tower for weeks now.. She sped up to her room and grab her keys, jackets and Tony's credit card.. He won't mind it, that man is richer than the whole US goverment..

Y/N jogs to the elevator, turns out she's not going to be waiting for the elevator alone.. Steve is right there, also waiting for an elevator so he can go to his fancy date with someone else..

"Fuck.."

Y/N was deep in her thoughts that she didn't realize that Steve was looking at her.. She cleared her throat and walked up to the elevator doors..

"Up or down?" Steve asks making Y/N look at his stupid handsome face.

"Can't you figure it out Sherlock?" She's grumpy and she doesn't care.

"What?" Steve questioned.

"Down!"

"Could've just said that.."

"We're on the fuckin--"

"Language!" The infamous 'language', he's being dramatic as hell.

"Fine!We're on the freaking top floor and your asking me if I'm going up or down?"

"I didn't notice."

"You're just stupid.."

The elevator was taking forever, normally it would be up in a minute but she's been standing her for almost five minutes and the elevator is still a no show.

"This is taking forever, I'm going to take the stairs.." She was going to the staircase when the elevator doors opened..

"You're impatient.." Steve mumbles.

"Asshole.." Y/N mumbles back..

And before she knew it, she's pinned to the floor.. It happend so fast, Steve has pinned her down to the floor.. Their face were only inches apart, it made Y/N blush but she somehow hid it..

"Let me go, Steve.."

"Not until you beg for forgiveness.."

"Beg?Didn't know you had a kinky side, old man.."

Steve got flustered by her words, still he didn't let Y/N go.. She started to fight back by getting the upper hand and overpowering Steve.. Now she's on top, she smirks and inch her face closer to Steve's face.

"Dominant, I like that Cap.."

"Although, next time ask for a girls permission before you go and pin her to the floor.."

Without thinking Steve kissed Y/N, her eyes widen but soon she melted to the kiss. It started out soft but it became rough within seconds.. All of the unsaid feelings were mashed into the kiss.. She was out of breath but she didn't want it to stop.. Steve pulled back and smiled sweetly at Y/N, she was confused but she smiled back..

"You like me back?"

"No shit, Sherlock.." Y/N smiled but instead of Steve saying language he smiles back..

"You're so immature.."

They both laugh as Y/N got up and offered her hand to Steve, he gladly accepted..

"Go, you'll be late for your date..Wouldn't want to keep her waiting.." Y/N shooed Steve away but he just stands there..

"You are my date.."

"Well powder me in sugar and call me a donut.. Was all this planned?" Steve nods and Y/N just shakes her head in disappointment, she interlock her arm to Steve's arm.

"Let's go eat some ribs and steaks, Cap.."

On the briefing room with all the remaining Avengers, they were cheering and celebrating as they watch the two from a surveillance camera.

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Ravadhi (Part 9)

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationship: Female Human x Male Half-Orc Additional Tags: Exophilia, Half-Orc, Monster Boyfriend, Interspecies Romance,Angst, Slow Burn Content Warning: Domestic Violence, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Alcoholism, Drug Abuse Words: 4148

Holly finds out what her mother left for her in the deposit boxes. Afterward, she and Ravadhi settle into a comfortable routine until it's suddenly shattered. Please reblog and leave feedback!

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Holly arrived at the bank only ten minutes after leaving, which was not at all enough time to mentally prepare her for what she was about to find in the deposit boxes, left for her by her dead mother.

She waited in the line anxiously, her fist clenched around the keys that Tonri had given her and her chest tight.

“I can help the next guest,” The teller called. Holly knew him distantly from school, he was a Ratfolk man name was Auro. The two of them hadn’t been friends or really even spoke to each other, but like everyone at school, he knew who she and her dad was, and speculated along with everyone else. Despite that, he hadn’t ever bullied her or ignored her existence out of guilt.

“Hello, what can I help you with today?” He asked as she approached

“Hi, I inherited the keys to safety deposit boxes--” She checked the paperwork she’d received from Tonri. “F152, F153, F154, and F155.”

“Okay, I’ll just need the keys, a photo ID, the death certificate of the decedent, and inheritance letter?”

“Uh, yes, right here.”

She handed the documents to Auro, who took them and scanned them briefly, stopping on the name and glancing up uncomfortably. It was a well known fact that Holly’s mother had disappeared when she was young, but she guessed the news that she was dead hadn’t made the gossip rounds yet.

Auro cleared his throat. “Of course, right this way.” He left his desk and led Holly to a private room. “Wait here a moment and the boxes will be brought to you,” He said.

“Okay, thanks.”

She waited tensely for about five minutes. Then, Auro returned with the four boxes, setting them on the table in front of Holly. He also left a large bank bag on the table.

“Would you like privacy?” Auro asked.

“Yes, please,” Holly replied in a small voice.

He nodded and smile sympathetically, then left and closed the door.

Feeling tears prick her eyes, she sat in front of the four boxes, steeling herself to look inside. She picked the one on the right and pulled it toward her. With shaking hands, she turned the key and slowly opened the lid.

The first thing she saw were the pictures. Hundred of them. Pictures of her, of Holly as a baby, of the two of them smiling and happy and together.

Holly cried softly. She thought all the pictures had been destroyed. She spend a long time looking at the photographs of her and her mother. As she shuffled through them, and envelope fell out from the pile. She picked it up and examined it, and on the front, in her mother’s handwriting, was the word, “Holly.”

Sniffling and attempting to stem the flow of her tears, she carefully slit open the envelope and took out the contents. It was a letter. It was dated seven months before Holly’s mother disappeared.

My baby girl, I’m so, so sorry. If you’re reading this, it means that son of a bitch actually killed me and my attempt to escape with you has failed. I’m sorry. I tried. I tried so hard, but he was always one step ahead of me, no matter what I did. You once asked me, when you were very little, why I was with your father if he made me so sad. I couldn’t answer you then, because you were too young to understand. I was hoping to tell you this story in person one day when we were free of him, but it looks like that day will never come. Abusive relationships never start out that way, you know. Your father started out sweet and kind and affectionate, and I was fooled. By God, was I fooled. He spent the first year of our relationship waiting on me hand and foot, doing anything I asked, lavishing me with gifts and attention. I was so struck by his attentiveness and loving nature that I fell for him very quickly. Looking back, I realize it was too quickly. I didn’t realize that his attention was manipulation, or that a pattern of dependence was beginning to develop. The change was so slow that I didn’t even see it. It started with comments, off-handed observations. “Your mom was kind of rude to me today and your brother doesn’t like me. We shouldn’t go over there as much. Your friends talk about you behind your back. You should dump them and get better friends.” He began to drive a wedge between me and all of my relationships, until he was the only one left. He’d convinced me that my family hated me, that my friends were jealous of me. I started cutting ties with people who I loved dearly, and when no one was left, all I had was him. Which is exactly what he wanted. Then there were sudden negative criticisms about my appearance or how I cooked or cleaned. I was gaining too much weight and wasn’t as pretty as I had been when we first started dating. I was spending too much time at school or work and not enough time with him. He began questioning where I went, how much money I spent, who I was with, why I was out so long. Whenever I protested, he simply said he was worried about me and that he didn’t want anything bad to happen to me, that I was careless, even reckless sometimes, and that I could get myself in trouble. I started questioning myself and actively avoiding things that would upset him. I thought he got angry with me was because he loved me. I didn’t realize he was trying to control me. Before we got married, he had been pressuring me to leave school, saying that it was too expensive and he couldn’t afford it. I told him I could apply for grants and scholarships, but he wouldn’t hear a word of it. His temper was getting shorter and shorter by the day, and before I knew it, it seemed like he was always angry. He started drinking not long after we were engaged. But I loved him, and I figured it was just stress because of money. It was easy to dismiss the emotional and psychological abuse as stress or concern, but now I know it was never any of those things. The physical abuse started shortly after we got married. By then, I wasn’t speaking to my family or friends anymore and we had moved to Willowridge for his work, so I was completely isolated. We had another argument about school, and it was the first time he laid a hand on me. He slapped me so hard that he knocked me to the floor, and I was shocked. Looking back now, it’s almost comically obvious that the relationship was heading in that direction, but at the time, I was terrified and so very confused. I was a smart person; smart people didn’t get into abusive relationships, it wasn’t possible. And now that I had alienated all of the people who could have helped me, I felt powerless. My mother died, and I wanted to go to her funeral and patch things up with my family, but your father convinced me that my family didn’t want me there. They hadn’t called me, after all. There had been no invitation to attend. So I didn’t go. Then my father died, and shortly afterward, my brother took his own life. Suddenly, I was without family and it was now too late to reconnect with them. I dropped out of college due to a mental breakdown, which was what your father wanted. It was then that the abuse became extreme. He would beat me for any small thing. I had no money, no friends, no resources, and I was now living in a town of which I wasn’t familiar. I felt trapped, but I also felt like it was my fault for falling for it, so perhaps it was what I deserved. I developed an eating disorder, lost a lot of weight, stopped leaving the house, and fell into a deep depression. I always felt anxious and sick. I didn’t even realize I was pregnant with you until I went into labor. You were a month early, and so tiny. I hadn’t been to the doctor since before our wedding and the eating disorder made my period stop for months at a time, so I had no reason to believe I could have been pregnant. When you were born, everything changed. I may not have been able to get out for myself, but for you, I would move mountains. I made a deal with your father; you know what it was. He wouldn’t let me work, so I had to scrounge and save any way I could. I was the weirdo who took all the coins from the “take a penny, leave a penny” tray. I dived into wishing fountains and scooped up handfuls of quarters. I’d lie to your father and say I lost the receipt when I went to buy groceries and couldn’t remember what the total was. It always earned me a beating, but it was worth it if I could manage to squirrel away even five dollars. I even sold my wedding and engagement rings. I expected to tell him I had lost them and get a beating, but he never asked about them. Someone who controlled every aspect of my life for years didn’t care that the proof of our marriage was missing. Fitting, I suppose. I’m not sure how much I’ve managed to save; I’ve never had the chance to count it. I’ve also put away all of my jewelry, collectables, and any small thing I thought might be valuable sentimental or otherwise. I hope beyond hope that you’re free from him as you read this, but if you’re not, I hope I’ve saved enough to give you a chance to get away and live a better life. If there’s only enough for you to buy a bus ticket and get out of this godforsaken town, it’ll have been worth it. I love you, Holly. I love you so much. If any good thing came out of that miserable bastard, it was you. You were a surprise, but once I saw your little face and your tiny hands gripped my finger, I’d have done anything to keep you safe. I’m sorry I fell short. If you hate me, I understand. But please, never doubt that I loved you. I only wish I could have been a better mother and protected you, and I hope you’re not too disappointed in me. Forgive me. Forgive me. Mommy

There were tear stains on the paper, old ones from when it was written, and new ones as Holly read it. Holly held the letter to her chest and wept bitterly.

“I don’t hate you,” Holly sobbed. “I don’t.”

It took several minutes to compose herself. When she’d sniffled to a stop, she turned her attention to the other boxes. In the first, she found jewelry, coins, stock certificates, and the proof of purchase on the house. In the second, there were trinkets she’d saved from Holly’s childhood, like her footprint, her hospital bracelet, and the blanket in which she’d been wrapped in. In the third was a single item: a bank account card.

Holly took all of the items in the boxes and stepped out of the room, walking back up to the teller’s desk.

“There was this account card in the box,” She told Auro. “Do I have access to this?”

“Yes,” Auro said. “Your name is on the account.”

“Oh,” Holly said, surprised. “Can I check the balance?”

“Of course,” Auro said, entering the number into the computer. His hands stilled and he stared at the screen.

“Well?”

“Right,” He said, clearing his throat. “At present, you have $53,640.35 available in your account.”

“Fifty-three…” Holly trailed off. “That’s… mine?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Auro said. “You can use it whenever you like. I can give you a checkbook before you leave, and have a debit card mailed to you within the week.”

“Yes, please,” She replied faintly.

She rode home in a numb fog. When she arrived, Ravadhi and Sarah were sitting on the front porch as if waiting.

“Are you okay?” Ravadhi asked, immediately pulling her into a hug. You accepted it gladly. As soon as he wrapped her up in his arms, she started sobbing again, unable to stop, and started to collapse, her legs crumpling underneath her.

“Hey, it’s okay,” He said softly, moving to sit her down on the porch. Sarah sat on your other side and rubbed her arm.

“What happened?” Sarah asked.

“She left me some things,” Holly managed to gulp out, pulling some of the things from her bag to show Sarah

“Are these you when you were little?” Sarah said. “I’ve never seen pictures of you as a kid.”

“Dad got rid of them all,” Holly replied, shuffling through them to show her. “Or, I thought he had. Mom managed to save some.”

“You were really small,” Sarah said wonderingly. “Even smaller than me.”

“Mom said I was a month premature. I didn’t know that before,” Holly whispered.

“You’re mom said?” Ravadhi asked.

“Oh, she wrote me a letter,” Holly replied, pulling it from her pocket. She began to read the letter out loud to Sarah and Ravadhi. As private and emotionally charged as the letter was, Ravadhi and Sarah were the only two people in the world who Holly felt she could share it with, and because she could, she did. Not only that, she knew they would understand it in a way that no one else would.

“Do you hate her, like she said?” Sarah asked.

“No,” Holly told Sarah. “No, I couldn’t hate her if I wanted to. I wish she had been your mom, Sarah, she was such a good mom. The best.”

“Dad tricked her,” Sarah said, looking up at Holly sympathetically.

Holly nodded. “Yeah.”

“He didn’t trick my mom,” Sarah said bitterly. “All he had to do was pay for her drugs and vodka.”

“I’m sorry, Sarah,” Holly said. Sarah shrugged.

“So you own our house?” Sarah asked, changing the subject. “Are you going to kick mom out?”

“No,” Holly said. “It doesn’t matter what my feelings are for your mom, I will always make sure you have a home to go to, no matter what. But I think it’s best if she doesn’t know I own it, so maybe keep it under your hat.”

Sarah nodded knowingly.

Holly sighed heavily, wiped her face, and stood up abruptly. “Well, I am absolutely starving. Do you guys want breakfast?”

That night, Holly lay in bed, unable to quiet her mind. She had decided to keep the news about the money to herself until she knew what she wanted to do with it. There were a million possibilities bouncing around in her head, and she couldn’t pin one down. She could fix up the house for Sarah, put it away for Sarah’s college, put a down-payment on her own house, go back to school, anything. But deep down, Holly was worried.

Ravadhi had said at the beginning that she was to stay with him until she got back on her feet, but now they were dating. Would he want her to to find her own place since, she had the money to do it? She liked living with Ravadhi. It was the healthiest environment she’d ever lived in and she didn’t want to have to start all over again on her own. Was that co-dependent? Maybe, but healthy co-dependence was better than depressed, anxious solitude, as far as she was concerned. She didn’t want to leave, and she didn’t think he would just kick her out. But, as her mother’s letter had taught her, you could never be truly certain of a person’s motives or intentions. Ravadhi had been nothing but kind and caring toward her, but… people can change.

What if she could get custody of Sarah? That would be amazing. If she could prove Diane was an unfit mother, would they even let Holly get custody? She knew that they wouldn’t let Sarah live with a convicted felon, though, so if she could get custody, the matter of continuing to live with Ravadhi in his house would decide itself. As much as she cared for Ravadhi, Sarah was her first priority.

What if she lost the custody case and they put Sarah in some kind of group home? Ravadhi’s tale of being in a group terrified her and she’d never subject Sarah to it. Was it best to leave her in a neglectful environment where at least Holly knew she could take care of herself and be safe? Or try for custody and run the risk of losing her in the system?

Maybe she could ask Sarah. She had a good head on her shoulders and could make good decisions for herself. A lifetime of neglect from her own parents as well as having to take care of her beaten and bloodied sister on a regular basis had aged her prematurely, so she was used to it. Unfortunately.

There had been another thing that had been weighing heavily on her lately as well, even before learning about her inheritance: she and Ravadhi had been officially dating for about a month, but they had both cared about each other longer than that. Would… he be expecting sex? Even if he did, she didn’t think he would be the type to pressure her into it, especially given his history.

Eventually, she fell asleep, wondering if she should ask him about it. A few days later, when they were alone with each other and just sitting down to dinner, she broached the topic.

“Ravadhi?” She piped up shyly. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, anything,” He said, picking up his fork and getting ready to tuck in to his pork stirfry and rice.

“Do… do you want to have sex with me?” She asked.

He immediately began to choke on the first bite of his food, and Holly rushed to get him some water in alarm.

When he was able to speak again, he asked, “Before I answer, is that an inquiry or a request?”

“An inquiry,” She replied.

“Okay,” He said, taking a deep breath and bracing his hands on the table. “Okay.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Holly said, wincing.

“No, no, it’s okay,” He replied, clearing his throat and taking another sip of water. “I’m glad you feel comfortable enough with me to ask. That’s really important to me, that you feel safe and comfortable.” He knitted his fingers and took a second before answering, pondering the question over in his head.

“The short answer is: yes, I do, because I care about you in both a emotional and a physical way, and part of that is wanting to be intimate and sexual. The long answer is: yes, I do, but.”

“But?”

“Yes, I do, but… I know that it scares you and that you’re not ready. Yes, but I never want to do anything to hurt you or make you feel unsafe. Yes, but I’m willing to wait as long as it takes until you feel the time is right, even if that never comes. I’m here for you because I love you, not because I want to have sex with you. Your happiness and well-being is more important to me than that.”

Holly blinked and her mouth fell open. She stared at Ravadhi in silent shock.

His brow furrowed. “What?”

“You said you loved me.”

His cheeks darkened. “Oh. I… well… yeah. I do. Love you, I mean. It’s okay if you don’t or don’t want to say it.”

Holly’s heart raced and she felt confused. “Give me some time?”

He nodded. “Yeah, absolutely.”

She nodded in return, relieved. “Thanks. And… I appreciate you being cool with everything. It may not seem like a big deal to you, but it means a lot to me.”

He smiled fondly at her and continued eating.

The school semester came to an end, and Ravadhi passed all his exams, despite working two jobs and having taken Holly in during the month when he needed to study the most. Now that school was over for the summer, he took some more time to work on the house, which he hadn’t been able to do for a long time. Holly was happy to help him, and it became a new bonding activity for them both. Sarah slept over often since it was summer break, and the three of them were happy.

It was becoming easier for her to be physically affectionate with him, holding his hand and giving him hugs and kisses more casually, which was a huge step for her. He never brought up sex or being more intimate, and Holly appreciated it.

Ravadhi still had the plumbing and overnight security job, but now that school was out, he was able to take more shifts. Holly would stay up and text him until at least his lunch break at eleven P.M. to help him stay awake.

On a warm Thursday evening as the sun was going down, Holly sat on the back porch overlooking the closed-in backyard and watched some videos on her phone while texting Ravadhi back and forth. He was bored, like he always was during his shifts at the power plant. He worked alone at the front lobby and watched the cameras, which Holly was sure was nothing short of riveting. At least he was allowed to listen to music.

>What have you got playing? She asked.

>Sevendust. It’s my go-to band. Very effective at keeping me awake.

>I bet. Do you listen to any female fronted metal bands? I think you’d really like Epica and Otep. Epica has got a great opera vibe. Oh, and Sister Sin is a really good hard rock band. Great vocalist.

>I haven’t heard those bands. They sound awesome.

>I’ll make you a playlist.

>Nice. What are you up to?

>Enjoying the nice evening. I was going to clean up the kitchen before I went to bed, but I was tired. I’ll do it tomorrow after work.

>Going on rounds. I’ll text you back in a minute.

Holly switched back over to watching true crime videos on YouTube. She blinked, and when she opened her eyes, suddenly the sun was completely down. She looked at her phone and realize she must have fallen asleep: two hours had gone by. She went over to messages and texted Ravadhi. He hadn’t texted back yet, which was weird.

>Sorry, I fell asleep. Find anything?

Holly decided to go inside and actually clean the kitchen. By the time she was done, Ravadhi still hadn’t texted back.

>Everything okay?

Ten minutes passed and there was no response. Holly began to feel uneasy. With a pit in her stomach, she dialed the power plant’s main line. Ravadhi had to answer that phone, it was part of his job. The phone rang and rang and rang. Ravadhi never picked up.

Holly’s breath stalled in her chest with panic and she called the sheriff’s department.

“Sheriff’s department,” Holly heard.

“Hi, um, look, my boyfriend is at work and he’s not answering the phone, which is part of his job, and I’m worried something may have happened to him,” Holly said in a rush.

“I’m sure he’s fine, ma’am,” The deputy said dismissively. “He’s probably in the bathroom or something. I’m not sure this warrants a welfare visit.”

“I’m telling you, something is wrong,” Holly insisted. “I haven’t heard from him in hours. That’s not something that happens.”

“You’re probably overreacting,” He said. “Just calm down--”

“Who am I speaking to?” Holly asked, getting angry.

“Deputy Reynolds.”

“Well, Deputy Reynolds, my name is Holly Stevenson. Do you know that name?”

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end. “Yes, ma’am, I know who you are.”

“Then you know you owe me. You owe me.”

The deputy didn’t respond.

“The least, the very least, you can do is make sure the person who saved my life is okay. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, ma’am,” The deputy replied. “I’ll send an officer right away.”

“You do that,” Holly said. “And I expect a call when you get there.”

“Yes, ma’am,” The deputy said.

Holly hung up the phone and waited anxiously, biting her nails and pacing. A full thirty tense minutes later, she saw red and blue lights outside. She rushed to the door and threw it open. The sheriff himself stepped out of the car.

“What happened?” Holly asked.

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