#She's just never told them - or anyone really - how much they kept her alive to this point

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♡ + kids, specifically a couple that Aven's about to get his hands bit off trying to pester a certain stormgoat over <3

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Tris had never expected to be a mother, least of all as young as she did. She'd been thrust into being a parent to her siblings just a few years prior to that, and having had to give them up to someone to care for them in her stead... Being a parent was the last thing on her mind, honestly. Not then, not something to think of for the future, and certainly not when she actually got pregnant, making the twins a shock that she had to quickly overcome, considering she was, technically, on her own when she had them - A surprise she had to do like her siblings and pass to someone more capable of caring for them in her stead until she could take them back, utterly breaking her heart all over again.

Even so, she's never stopped loving her and Aventurine's twins, Rei and Ren. Just like with her younger siblings, any money she makes is sent directly to them, split with their aunt and uncles and leaving her with the bare minimum she needs to survive, herself. She writes them whenever she's able, calls, visits... Though she's not able to be there 24/7, Tris does the best she can with the situation she's been given, and is working as hard as she possibly can to make a solid, steady home she can bring the twins home to. Her ultimate goal, especially now that she's an adult and reunited with Kakavasha Aventurine, is to have a stable and loving home - Anything Rei and Ren need and somewhere safe to call home, she wants to provide for them. She hasn't been able to do that until now, and that? That's going to change, just as soon as they're able.

Tris loves her kids with everything she has in her. They're amazing, brilliant kids, and she'll never hesitate to let them know that, responding to every message as soon as she possibly can to remind them she loves them, and just how incredibly proud of them she is. She's there to support and help, back them as much as she can and love unconditionally despite the distance between them, and have never once failed to to remind them she does love them, and fully intends on bringing them home someday - Though now that they're in their teens, that's also a choice she's leaving up to them, too. They've been in the care of family friends since they were toddlers; she's not going to force them to leave what they're comfortable with, but that's a talk for them to have as a family, too.

She would lay her life down for her kids faster than you can blink - You best believe they've been one of the very few things in this universe keeping her going, and she's never about to let them feel ignored or alone if she can possibly help it! <3

[moonagedaydreamsofrhiannon]

IN DEFENSE OF TRAVIS MARTINEZ:

Because I’m sick and tired of seeing travis hate everywhere I go.

“Travis was sexist.”

Did he spout some sexist rhetoric in the beginning of the show? Sure. But it’s important to recognize that: A) he changed, and by season 2 he completely stopped, B) he was a teenage boy in the 1990s, and that kind of rhetoric was normal at the time, C) most of his sexist macho tough guy attitude was a complete act that he likely put on to compensate for his insecurity about his own masculinity, and internalized homophobia. (More on that later.)

(Also let’s be real, Travis is basically one of the girls anyway and I’m tired of pretending he’s not.)

2. “Travis didn’t care about Javi.”

Did we watch the same show??? Granted Travis may have had trouble expressing his feelings (also related to his insecurities about masculinity, likely learned from his father, as well as growing up in a patriarchal and homophobic society), but he cared deeply about Javi. In S1E4, Travis literally DUG UP HIS DAD’S GRAVE, through horror, tears, and vomit, in order to retrieve his ring to give to Javi. When Javi disappeared, Travis kept looking for him every day for months, and never gave up, even when logically it would have seemed impossible for him to still be alive. He comforted and reassured Javi when neither of them drew the card. He cradled Javi’s dead body and ate a bite of his raw heart (which was a metaphor for how much he loved him, and a parallel to Shauna eating Jackie’s raw ear.) Maybe Travis wasn’t always there for Javi in the way he needed, but he absolutely loved him, and it’s important to remember that Travis was also a traumatized, grieving, kid who just lost his dad.

3. “Travis slut-shamed Nat.”

As we are literally shown in the show, Travis was not trying to slut shame her, he asked how many times she had done it because he was embarrassed about the fact that he was a virgin, and worried that she would judge him, or that he wouldn’t measure up because he was more inexperienced than her. When she told him she hooked up with Bobby Farleigh, he did not get mad at her because she slept with another guy (he already knew about that, and was fine with it), he got mad because she hooked up with his bully, and then lied to him about it. I don’t blame Nat for this, she didn’t know about it at the time, and didn’t want him to get mad once she found out, but I also don’t blame Travis for being hurt and embarrassed and upset with her for lying about it.

4. “Travis was just kind of a dick.”

Sure, but so were all of them. He acted like kind of a jerk in the first season. So what? Shauna had an affair with her best friend’s boyfriend, lied to her about it for months, and refused to apologize. Misty tried to drug Coach Ben. Nat faked his brother’s death to him (yeah, she was trying to help him move on, but still not cool). All of them called him “Flex” (y’know, the nickname that was used to bully him for years). None of them are perfect or nice or likable all the time, and that’s ok; that’s the whole point. They’re realistic, complex, flawed, morally gray and sometimes unlikable people. They’ve all done bad things, but nothing Travis did is worse than what anyone else on that show has done. He was a traumatized teen whose dad literally just died. Also, me personally, if everyone around me was constantly calling me the mean nickname that was used to bully me since middle school, I would also probably act like a little bit of a dick.

5. “Travis is a straight man.”

Wrong. (Also not really a valid reason to hate someone… But most importantly, just wrong.)

Travis Martinez is clearly a bisexual.

So many of his issues: the insecurity, the bullying, the macho tough guy act, the whole weird complex about his masculinity, all of it stems (at least partly) from the fact that he’s bisexual and has internalized homophobia. The whole “Flex” thing is just thinly veiled homophobia. The main reason why he got bullied is because Bobby Farleigh spread a rumor about him getting back surgery to better suck his own dick. The unsaid implication there is that he’s a man who sucks dick, which is inherently queer, even if it is his own. If you look even slightly past the most surface level interpretation, it’s pretty obvious that Travis was bullied because of homophobia. His performance of stereotypical toxic masculinity was clearly over compensation for the fact that he doesn’t fit into the box of traditional straight masculinity, and was a reaction to the bullying from his peers, abuse from his dad, and internalized homophobia from growing up in a homophobic and patriarchal society. As the show progresses he starts to unlearn that toxic masculinity and internalized homophobia, and he allows himself to be more vulnerable, emotional, and feminine, and as a result, he becomes stronger, more confident, and more respectful of the people around him.

As for Travis being a man… Is he though???

In season 1, Travis is a man (narratively speaking); there is a clear distinction between Travis/Coach Ben and the girls. However, in season 2, we see a stark shift in how Travis is depicted. The separation between Travis and the girls pretty much ceases to exist. Narratively speaking, there is no distinction made between Travis and the other girls; they are one entity—one hive mind. Instead, the emphasis is now placed on the distinction between Coach Ben and the girls/Travis. When Coach Ben watches the Yellowjackets eat Jackie in horror and disbelief, Travis is right there with them, dressed in ancient greek robes along with the rest of them. In season 2, Coach Ben is the only real Man of the group (Travis has narratively become one of the girls, and Javi is just a boy, not a man) and he is shown staying separate from the rest of the group, and growing more and more uncomfortable with the cultish dynamics, while Travis, on the other hand, becomes more and more integrated with the group, as he falls deeper and deeper into cult beliefs, until he is a full-blown devout Lottie worshipper. Of the three males on the show, he is the only one who actually participates in cannibalism with the other Yellowjackets. Also he lost his virginity to a lesbian.

Whether or not you choose to believe that Travis is transfem (I do) you cannot deny that, at least narratively speaking, Travis is literally just a girl.

6. Travis is a victim.

I don’t know why nobody in this fandom seems to acknowledge this, but Travis is a sexual assault victim and I’m tired of people constantly overlooking and ignoring that fact. In Doomcoming, the girls (excluding Jackie, Nat, Tai, and Van) chased him down, sexually assaulted him, and then tried to kill him. That’s not something that’s up for debate or denial, that is literally canon. Stop pretending it didn’t happen. Stop pretending it wasn’t assault. Stop shaming him and making fun of him for struggling with sex, or not always being able to get it up. That’s a normal trauma response after being assaulted/raped. You guys are literally proving the point. This kind of treatment from society towards masculinity and male victims is just playing into the patriarchy and toxic masculinity, and is exactly what made him act the way he did in season 1 in the first place!

[vikkirosko]

can I request dad! Angel Dust reuniting with his adopted daughter in hell after being apart for years due to his death from a drug overdose basically Angel adopted the reader when she was a baby and secretly raised her far away from his gangster activities as well as from his family including his father and unfortunately Angel died when the reader was still a child that is until during one of his errands from Val, the reader attempts to pickpockets Angel's wallet and gets caught and tries to make run away from him before he eventually catches them when he recognized it was you his adopted daughter who he thought was never going to see again and sees your not a child anymore although maybe slightly older when he last saw you when he was alive, at the hotel Angel ask the reader how did they died and died young as well, reader was hesitant to tell what happened but explain that after Angel died from a drug overdose, the reader was soon brought into an orphanage and forced to fend for herself soon later becoming a thief to survive off the streets but during one of those theft, the reader ends up getting caught and was running from the police that is until they were shot from behind and fell down and dying at 16 and after arriving in hell, she continued to steal and pickpocket to survive while avoiding ruthful sinners as well as the yearly extermination and she didn't thought she would see her dad again while breaking down and Angel making a promise to be there for his daughter again

🕷 Angel Dust x teen fem!Reader platonic headcanons Adopted daughter 💖

There wasn't much good in Angel's life. He had a sister he loved, and then you came into his life. You were the child he adopted, a little girl left without a family. He raised you alone, without even telling his sister that he had become a father. He kept you as far away from crime and from his blood family as possible, realizing that his father and older brother could have a very bad influence on you. He hoped that you would have a happy future, but he couldn't see it, dying of a drug overdose when you were still a child

He didn't know what happened to you after his death, but Angel sincerely hoped that you wouldn't end up in Hell, just like him. Years have passed since his death and he has gained some fame in Hell. He would have continued to think so if, after completing an errand for Valentino, someone had not tried to steal his wallet. Angel felt it perfectly and grabbed the pickpocket by the hand, intending to take out his irritation on him, but he froze as soon as he saw the thief. He saw a teenage girl. He could have bet anything that that teenager was you. When he called your name in an uncertain voice, he saw your reaction and was convinced that it really was you

It only took you a few seconds to recognize the sinner in front of you as your father. You were both ready to cry, but you were outside and couldn't draw attention to yourself. Angel took you to the hotel and before Charlie saw you, he went to his room. It was only there that he asked you how it happened that you ended up in Hell. You finally cried and told him that you were sent to an orphanage shortly after his death. You didn't live there very long, because no one took care of the children there and you ran away from there. You started becoming a thief. It was what you did to survive, but your life didn't last long. You were only sixteen when you died because you were shot in the back while escaping from the police. Once in Hell, you started stealing again, doing what you knew best, as well as hiding from anyone who could harm you

Tears tired you out and you fell asleep in his room, and Angel went to Charlie to ask her for a little favor. He told her about what happened and about you. He wanted to ask if you could stay at the hotel, but Charlie started crying and through her tears told him that of course you could stay at the hotel. She was so touched by the story that Angel told, and she couldn't let father and daughter be separated again

The hotel has become a new home for you. Angel didn't tell you about what was going on in his life and that he had an agreement with Valentino. However, Angel now had a reason to fight. He intended to protect you no matter what. You were one of the most precious people in his life and Angel wasn't going to let anyone hurt you, even if he had to confront Valentino

[axelsagewrites]

Jon Snow x Wildling!reader; were she doesn't trust him at all and she's always going against him, bickering all the time...and it has smut maybe a more bottom!Jon who's at that point still not so experienced??? Lots of teasing on her side during the smut... :)

Jon Snow*MiLady

Pairing: Jon x F!Wilding!Reader

Platonic: reader x Ygritte, daughter!reader x Mance

Summary: Jon Snow found himself sharing a tent with a wilding girl who loved to rile him up

Warnings: swearing, smut, loss of virginity, praise kink, f receiving oral, piv sex think thats it?

Word count: 4800

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If anyone but Ygritte had brought a crow into your camp, you would’ve been right beside your fellow free folk demanding he either be thrown out or killed. However lucky for her Ygritte she was your closest friend and the reason you were still alive. Something she reminded you of as people voted on how to handle the crow.

You found it amusing how he was so quick to bend the knee to a king he never met, especially one who wasn’t even the king. Tormund apparently looked more the king than Mance, something you knew he would brag about for weeks. The crow told Mance he wanted to be free, but you knew it was a lie and so did Mance. Your interest was peaked from the corner of the room as he began to describe Craster leaving his new-born son in the woods and what came for it.

This time when Mance asked him why he was really here Jon, you had learned his name, answer seemed to be sincere. “I want to fight for the side who fights for the living." He spoke.

Murmurs fell over the crowd as your fellow free folk debated whether he could be trusted. The better question was if he was worth the risk. You still didn’t move from your spot in the back corner, but you did look up, meeting Ygritte’s eyes. Her gaze was strong, and you could feel the threat behind it.

Mance debated Jon’s words in a few moments of silence before turning his head to face you, “And what say you (Y/N)?” Mance asked. This time the crows’ eyes fell on you.

They were soft behind the harden gaze. He had obviously seen so much already but you had seen more. You pushed yourself off the wall and walked closer to where the crow stood, his eyes not leaving you, but you now refused to meet his, instead keeping yours on Ygritte. “You brought me a crow?” you asked her.

Ygritte smirked, “I brought you Jon Snow,”

“I already have plenty of snow,” you said causing Tormund and others to snicker, “Do you talk to all the crows to decide if you should shoot them?”

Ygritte glared at you. You glanced at Jon who was now wrapped in even more confusion. Why was the king asking someone else’s opinion? Clearly, he was not a wildling. “You owe me,” Ygritte reminded you, ignoring your question.

Your eyes fell back on Jon Snow who stood up straighter under your gaze. You internally smirked at his actions. There was silence in the room as your eyes roamed the crow. Finally, you glanced at Ygritte one last time before walking back to your corner, “I say he can stay,” you said and Jon nodded at your words, attempting to speak but you cut him off, “For now,” you added.

Mance nodded at your words and turned to his lieutenant, “Get the boy a new cloak,”

The new cloak didn’t help much as no one could forget a face like Jon Snow’s. everywhere he walked in the camp the children would pelt him with snow. You laughed at the irony. Ygritte kept trying to stop them to little avail. She tried to scatter the children as they pelted him again when she spotted you laughing across the camp. Ygritte stalked over to you. “Can’t you help me get them to knock it off?”  

“Why would I do that?” you snorted at her question. You rolled your eyes as Jon rushed to catch up with his protecter. “He’s kind of like a dog,” you mused to her, but she just rolled her eyes.

“If you told them to stop, they’d have to,” she said ignoring your insult.

Jon had been in camp for only a couple of hours and clearly no one had explained anything to him, “So are you like the wildling queen?” he asked.

You grimaced at the suggestion, “Do you assume everyone is a king?”

Jon glared at your words, “That was an honest mistake,”

“Are all southerners so ready to bend the knee?” you asked with a smirk.

“I’m a northerner,” Jon spat.

You laughed as you began to walk away, Jon following behind you and Ygritte behind him, “A northerner who can barely walk in snow,”

“There’s like 9 inches of snow!” he shot back.

You couldn’t stop the laugh that shot out your lips as you turned to face him, “I’ll keep that in mind next time im cold, Snow,” you smirked.

Jon’s face flushed pinker than the cold had already nipped it, “I didn’t mean it like that! And you know it,”

“Are you always so miserable?” you asked, turning back to face where you were walking. You were walking to where some of your men were preparing hot stew, something you needed to help with the admittedly high snow.

Jon just sighed behind you and ignored your question. “So, what are you then? Queen, princess, general?” he asked.

“Why does it matter?” you asked as you got in line for stew, Ygritte cutting in front of you and Jon behind you.

“I want to know who I’m talking to,”

“Are you blind?” you snipped, growing hungrier by the minute. “Or just an idiot?”

“Are you?” Jon said, causing you to stop moving and turn to face him, “Why did Mance need your permission?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes, “He didn’t need my permission, just my opinion. Which by the way is usually right so don’t prove me wrong,”

“And why does your opinion matter to a king?” he asked as Ygritte walked away with her stew.

As you took the bowl from the man you turned to face Jon again. “His daughter,” you smirked, and you could see Jon’s face pale.

“So, you’re a princess?”

“Maybe to the south,” you said, “Here I’m his first man, his council. What you people call a hand,”

“My father was a hand,” he said as he reached for his own bowl of stew.

“I never asked,” you said as you stopped his hand, “Who said you could eat?” you asked, and Jon’s face fell.

His shock was quickly replaced by anger as he stomped to where Ygritte was sitting on a log. You laughed as you picked up his bowl before walking to join them. You held the bowl out to the crow who looked up at you with a cold stare. “I’m not that bad,” you shrugged, holding it out closer for him to take.

“How kind,” he said, rolling his eyes. You smacked the back of his head for that, “Hey!”

“Shut up,” you said as you reached into your pocket and pulled out the fabric you wrapped your spoons in. you passed Jon one without saying anything and he seemed shocked but less angry this time, “Eat,” you told him and finally he did.

After your food Jon stopped being your problem till the sun began to set. That’s when Ygritte approached you with her next problem, “Where’s the crow sleeping?”

“Fuck would I know?” you said. You were just about to go into your own tent when she had caught you. The day had been long, and Jon was far from your only problem. “Ask Mance,”

Jon stood a couple of feet behind Ygritte, “He said to ask you,”

“Ask Tormund,” you said as you rolled your eyes and went to walk into your tent, but she grabbed your arm to stop you.

“He said the same thing,” she smirked.

“You’ve got to be kidding me? How is the crow my problem now?” you asked.

Jon stomped closer to where you debated with Ygritte, “I’m right here you know,”

You held your hand up to him, motioning him to shut up as you continued talking to Ygritte, “Stick him in a spare tent,”

“No ones willing to give him one,”

You sighed knowing you wouldn’t have given him your peoples spare supplies either in their shoes. “Does he have furs?”

“Oh, aye I carried furs all the way from the wall encase I came to camp with yous,” Jon said.

You held back a laugh and kept an annoyed face on as best you could. Snarky Jon was better than formal Jon. “Can’t you keep him?”

“I share a tent with two other folk who’d skin him in his sleep,” she said, and you sighed knowing she was right, “What am I supposed to do with him?”

“Right fine fuck fine okay,” you said, running a hand through your hair, “Just fuck off and I’ll deal with it,”

“Thank you,” Ygritte yelled as she was already running away before she could change her mind.

You sighed and began to walk to go into your tent, “What about me?” Jon asked, rushing to follow.

“You have legs. Keep up,” you said as you entered your tent, holding the flap open for him to get in. “Hurry up im cold,”

“Oh, so wildings do get cold,” Jon smirked as you began to secure the tent entrance shut to block out the harsh wind.

“Do you want to sleep in the snow?” you asked as you turned to face him. He just rolled his eyes in response. You ignored him as you began to light a couple candles to light the dim tent. “You can borrow my spare furs. Don’t ruin them crow,” you warned.

 “Don’t worry your precious furs are fine with me milady,” he said as he looked around the tent.

You grabbed one of your furs and threw it at him, “Don’t call me that,” you said.

“What?” he asked, “Milady? Are you not a princess milady? Do you have another title milady? What would milady like?”

“Milady would like you to shut the fuck up,” you almost yelled as you sat on your own pile of furs that acted as a bed and began to remove your cloak, flinging it into the corner of the tent.

Jon laughed as he internally celebrated his mini win before he looked around the tent awkwardly, “Where am I supposed to take these?”

You looked up at him, eyebrows knitting in confusion as you took off your boots, “You’re sleeping in  here. With me. Unless you’d prefer the snow?”

“I don’t think your father would- “

“I am his daughter not his possession,” you said as you finally got your second shoe off. “and if its my honour your worried about just know us free folk have another definition of honour,”

“And what’s that?” Jon asked.

You stood up from the furs and grinned, “Well part of it is you not killing me in my sleep. At least wake me up first,” Jon just grumbled something under his breath, and you rolled your eyes, “Are you gonna stand there all night? Get ready for bed dumbass,” you said.

“Fuck off,” Jon said; however, he did as he was told as he laid his furs on the ground and began to take his cloak and boots off.

You ignored the crow as you began to fix your hair for bed. You looked down to where Jon was getting under the furs with his clothes still on, “Are you that cold?” you asked.

“What?” Jon asked but a blush fell on his face as you began to remove your outer layers. “Oh,”

You grinned as you stripped down to a lose long shirt you wore under your other clothes. “I forgot you crows didn’t do the whole sex thing,” you said. Jon avoided looking at you as you sat on your furs, deliberately not going under them. The shirt covered your torso and tops of thighs but apparently your legs were too scandalous for him, “Relax, we’re not having sex. I know you crows don’t have it in you,” you laughed.

“I could!” he protested, his eyes flashing to meet yours then quickly moving away, “But I took a vow saying I wouldn’t take a wife,”

“Who said anything about marriage?” you asked.

Jon rolled his eyes as he began to shed his own outer layers. You kept your eyes on him, smirking as he flushed under your gaze, “Can I help you?” he asked as he took his tunic off.

“You already said no to that,” you grinned, and his flush only depend. “Have you ever had sex?” you asked as you decided to retreat under your furs.

Finally, Jon could look at you without going red, “I made a vow- “

“I meant before that,”

“I was just a boy then,” Jon said who was now in just an under shirt and pants. He climbed under his furs you had gave him as you watched, “Why are you staring at me?”

You laughed at him as he scowled, “Never seen a crow without his clothes on,” you said, “Not half bad,” you laughed as you took the under shirt you had on off, puling the furs up to cover yourself, “Not as good as a wilding though,”

Jon rolled his eyes, but his face was red after he noticed you were now naked in the tent, “Of course you’d say that”

“Want me to prove it?” you offered, sitting up more so the furs slipped down slightly.

Jon blushed more, “No I believe you,” he stammered.

“Do yous not sleep naked?” you asked, deciding to give him some mercy.

Jon laid down, turning to face you on his side still a couple of feet apart. “Some do I suppose. Im always scared someone will walk in,”

“No one will walk into this tent,” you assured him.

Jon snorted, “What? Would Mance kill them?” he asked.

You pulled the dagger out from under your furs, “No, I would,” you grinned, and you saw a look of fear and impress fall on his face. “Don’t worry. I don’t want to get blood on my good furs,”

Jon rolled his eyes before turning to face the other wall. You grinned as you settled down to sleep. However, sleep did not come. Despite the furs you had you felt the chill as a storm seemed to be over the camp. The frigid air beat the side of the tents and whistled in the wind. You had decided to not blow out two candles so you could make sure the crow wasn’t planning to kill you, but it now helped you ask you rolled over to see Jon shivering in his furs.

Admittedly you had gave the boy one of the more scraggily ones and he only had one while you had several. You could tell by the cold he would not be asleep and was merely making. You sighed as you sat up, keeping the furs covering your chest, “You cold?” you asked, already knowing the truth.

“Why do you care?” he asked, not opening his eyes.

You sighed as you moved some of the furs around, “Get under,” you told him and this time Jon opened his eyes, “Toss that one on top and come on,”

“What?” Jon asked as he sat up in his own makeshift bed.

“You’re shivering so much your teeth are gonna break. Get under the furs,” you told him. Jon seemed to debate it, “Your southern honour doesn’t apply here. Get under the furs,” you commanded him.

This time Jon seemed to listen. He got up and quickly fling the fur he had on top of the pile you had on you, and shimming in in between your pile of furs, “I’m not a southerner,” he protested as he joined you in the furs, letting out a sigh as the warmth surrounded his body.

He accidentally nudged into you, and you yelped at his cold skin, “Your like ice!” you squealed.

Jon grinned as he rolled over to face you, “More like snow,” he said. You rolled your eyes, telling him to fuck off under your breath and in response Jon pressed one of his icy hands to your waist.

You squirmed under his touch as he laughed at your yelping. His hands were probably colder than the ice outside but despite this you still wanted his hand on your waist. He pressed the back of the other to your cheek, “You’re playing a dangerous game snow,” you warned him, teeth chattering.

“And whys that?” he asked. Gods was that smirk attractive.

You grabbed the wrist by your face and pushed it back while grabbing the other off your waist, forcing him onto his back with his hands pinned by his head, “I’m quicker,” you smirked. You were now straddling the crow’s waist, your chest exposed and only inches from his. The way his breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened made your grin grow. “Crow got your tongue?” you asked.

“You might be quicker but I’m stronger,” Jon stuttered out.

However, he made no attempt to make you move which only made you laugh, “So you’re choosing to have a naked woman on top of you. How dishonourable of you Jon Snow,” you tutted.

Jon scowled up at you, “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said and this time you laughed loudly causing his face to go red.

Your laughter stopped when the bastard flipped you onto your back, your legs now wrapped around his waist as he held himself above you. Jon now had your own wrists pinned above your head, allowing you to look down to see his body above you. The nightswatch did something right you had to admit when you saw how toned he was from what his undershirt revealed.

Your eyes scanned over him deliberately slowly before meeting his eyes. “I could get used to this crow,” you said before wrapping your legs tighter around your waist, you pulled him closer causing you to rub against his crotch which you could feel hard against you. You saw his face flush as you chuckled, “You might have honour but he,” you said, grinding against the crow again, “does not,”

“Shut up,” Jon grumbled as he avoided your gaze, but he made no attempts to remove your legs.

You removed your legs from around his waist, causing him to finally glance down at you, “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop,” you said and once again he looked away like a scared puppy, “but no one but us has to know what happened in this tent,” you finished.

Jon looked down at you, his eyes filled with desperation and longing, “Can I kiss you?” he finally asked.

This time your smile was gentle as you pulled your hand free of his before pulling his head closer to yours and placing your lips onto him. Despite loving to tease you could tell how nervous the boy was, so you started the kiss slow, unsure if he had ever kissed anyone before this. His lips were far gentler than any wildings and his hair was soft in your grip.

You tugged gently on his curls causing him to moan against your mouth. You took the opportunity to slip your tongue into Jon’s mouth who gladly let you. You felt his tense body relax against your touch as he rested more of his weight on you.

His arms rested beside either side of your head to keep him up. Taking on of his hands, you brought it down your body, placing his hand on your breast. You could sense his nerves and pulled back slightly, laughing gently, “You can touch me, I don’t bite,” you said, pressing another small kiss to his lips before adding, “much,”

Jon didn’t argue with your smarminess this time and instead gently squeezed where you had placed his hand before diving back into your lips, desperate for your touch. Your other hand slipped away and began to roam down his chest then down his body, feeling his abs underneath his shirt and causing him to shiver.

Then you moved your hand down lower, playing with the band of his under clothes. You felt his stomach tense again under your touch. “I have an idea,” you told him before flipping him back onto his back before he could protest. With his hips under yours, you grinded down onto his hard member causing Jon to groan and his eyes to flutter shut, “We’ve barely even started and look at you,” you cooed down at him.

Jon tried to argue but you rolled your hips against his again and another moan fell out his pretty lips. “Do it again,” he begged. You complied once more before stopping, moving your hands to pull of his shirt so you could trace his abs, “Please,” Jon begged again.

“You’re cute when you’re desperate,” you told him before your eyes flickered back to his body. You trailed your hands over his chest, and you felt Jon buck his hips into yours. In response you lifted your hips up away from his, “You need to be patient,” you warned the crow, “Im much nicer to boys who listen,”

“I’m not a boy,” Jon argued, and you smirked at his words.

Brushing the hair out his face, you looked down at him as he glared at you, “Prove it,” you told him before pressing your hips down, grinding into him again causing him to moan louder this time, “Men don’t beg for me to do this,” you said as you continued rolling your hips against him, “They beg for much more,”

“Please,” Jon begged, his hands moving to grab your hips which you decided to allow, enjoying how they dug into your flesh, “I want to feel you,”

“But do you deserve it?” you asked, still rolling your hips against him, trying to ignore the wet spot that was growing against him and wetting his underclothes.

Jon let out a whine when your hips met his again, “I’ll listen I promise. I promise I’ll be good,” the way he shamelessly begged to be touched made you want to tease him more, but you were afraid he wouldn’t last long enough for it to be worth it.

You hummed at his words, your fingers trailing down his body before arriving at the hem of his remaining clothes. You leant down to press a kiss to his throat as you slid the clothes down his legs. Jon quickly shimmed them off. Now you could see his hard cock that was already red and dripping with precum.

Jons hips bucked as you took his member into your hand, running your thumb over the top. “If you don’t keep still ill stop,” you warned, and Jon did his best to comply as you slowly began to pump your hand up and down. He began to whimper under your touch, begging under his breath to feel you. You moved up to hover over his cock again, running its tip over your wet folds, “Beg me,” you said.

Jon cursed under his breath, his eyes rolling back at the sensation of you against him, “please,” he whimpered, “please just-fuck,” Jon gasped as you sunk down onto him, his eyes screwing shut.

You gasped yourself as you took him in, he was bigger than you had expected. Giving yourself a moment to adjust, you rested your hands on his abs to keep yourself up. Once you began to feel more comfortable you began to roll your hips again, feeling him move deeper into you as you did. “Fuck you feel so good,” you praised, hands gripping onto him. Jon was still moaning under neath you, but you saw a bashful smile cross his lips when you complimented him. “You like that?” you asked moving faster, “Like when I tell you how good you are?”

“Mhmm,” Jon agreed as he let out a string of shameless moans.

You moved your hand to grab his, pulling it up to grab your chest, “Are you scared to touch me crow?” you asked as you used your hands to move his.

“I’m not scared,” Jon said, his breath shaky.

This just made you grin, “Not scared him?” you said, “What pretty noises you're making for me… am I making you feel good?" you asked, and you felt Jon twitch inside you.

You began to roll your hips slower but deeper, feeling yourself hit off his pubic bone, “Fuck please don’t stop,” Jon moaned.

“Aw is the crow gonna cum?” you asked, grabbing his jaw before leaning down to kiss it all while your hips still rolled against his. “You’re such a mess right now you know that?”

“I don’t care,” he stuttered, his breath beginning to catch in his throat.

You continued to leave kisses along his jaw line and neck. “It’s hot when you talk back to me,” you said, your lips grazing his ear before giving it a quick bite.

“You said you don’t bite,” Jon moaned.

“But you like it don’t you?” you said, biting his jaw gently causing him to moan. “You’re so pretty like this,” you said, sitting back up to allow yourself to move your hips better. You sped up you’re bouncing, and you felt Jon squeeze your tits tighter and his cock twitching more.

“I’m gonna,” Jon started to saw, his hips rutting up against yours. You sped up slightly, wanting to savour your last few pumps, before quickly pulling off him. Jon whined but your hands instantly replaced your cunt and within two strokes he had came all over his stomach as you rested over his thighs. “Fuck,” Jon panted as he tried to catch his breath.

You laughed as you fell over to lay beside him, also out of breath. “Maybe you’re not so bad after all,” you said as Jon whipped his stomach off with a cloth you passed him.

“Is that so?” Jon asked, throwing the cloth to the side, “What about you?” Jon asked as he rolled over to face you.

“What about me?” you asked.

Jons hand trailed over your thighs, his fingers mere inches away from your wet cunt, “You didn’t, you know,” he said, his cheeks flushing.

“It’s okay I don’t mind,” you told him as you went to push his hand away.

Jon gripped your thigh to stop you, “But I wanted you to,” he pouted.

You raised an eyebrow at the man, “What did you have in mind?” you asked.

Jon trailed his fingers closer to your core which was beginning to feel so empty without him in it, “My watch brothers told me about this thing you do to women to make them,” Jon began to stammer out his words. “You know,”

“You want to make me cum,” you confirmed, and Jon gave you a sheepish nod. You laid back into your furs, settling yourself in. “Show me what how the crows do it,” you told him.

Jon hesitated for a second before he began to shuffle down, his head disappearing under the furs. Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, but a moan ripped through your throat as Jon placed a kiss to your cunt. The wildings didn’t do it like this. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he had to be smirking as he began to lick a stripe up your cunt. He began soft at first before he began to lap up your juices, his tongue massaging your core. You didn’t stop the moans as he continued to kiss and lick you.

Then you felt his fingers tease your hole and you felt a knot tighten in your stomach as they slipped into you. Jons tongue trailed up to focus on placing sloppy kisses to your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. You moaned his name when you felt his fingers curl inside you. Your skin felt hot as his face was buried in your cunt, his spare hand gripping your thighs.

Your hands were knotted in his curls, keeping his face where you needed him. The knot in your stomach tightened with every curl and pump of his fingers. The pressure continued to build as he kissed your clit before taking it in his mouth and lightly sucking it. the feeling sent you over the edge. You gripped his hair even tighter as you rode out your orgasm on his tongue which never stopped till you let go of his hair as you began to come down from your peak.

“Why so quiet now?” Jon teased as he came out from under the furs, his face soaked with your juices.

You were almost gasping for breath as you pulled the furs to cover you, “Is that how the lords please their lady’s?” you asked him.

Jon grinned at you, placing a kiss to your cheek, “I’m not sure,” he confessed, “I just wanted to kiss you there,”

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Puppet Master

Percabeth x Vampie!Reader

-♡ this took a long while!! Sorry for the wait. I will not be making a part two to this, or at this moment.

-♡ words: 1k

-♡ warnings: short, vampire reader, blood, things vampires do, proof reading on this is ass, (we are batman)

@asexualaromosafezone requested this.

you barely left the shack in the forest. Most campers stayed away from you whenever you came around. from the aura around you, or that you kept a stone cold face always, everything about you kept them away. uou had no cabin, no godly parent so that was the cause of gossip and many questions between the campers.

annabeth heard a story about you when she first arrived at camp, a girl around her age came a year just before her. and she was the cause of spooky night stories used to scared the little ones like her. she was curious to say the least but had many problems to deal with, and no one was allowed near you. she saw you from time to time, you’d find yourself to the big house, stay around the camp alone and stiffen if anyone tried to talk to you. then, you’d leave as soon as the night came and she couldn’t figure where you went.

tt was like you disappeared.

percy on the other hand. as soon as he heard about you it sent a chilling shiver down his spine. luke told him a story, they had made up, that you take the souls of half bloods in the night. so he never wanted to find you and he was glad you stayed away. So naturally he found himself in front of you when you came down into camp.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized and ripped out the arrow from a tree that nearly hit you, “I can’t get ahold of this thing.” he had been there a year and this was his first time seeing you. he noticed something about you that was different from him. your skin didn’t look right and like it was a few shades lighter then it should be, and he couldn’t see your eyes hidden behind your sunglasses.

his body started to nervously sweat as you stare at him without moving and had no facial expression. then he heard the slightest hum from you before you continue to walk back on the path and unfazed by anything.

it’s been a few years and they grew. many quest, getting together, almost many deaths, tears, blood & sweat. you only came to mind a few times when their mind wonders. or when they saw you once a few months, if they could find you at least. it seemed the shadows favored you.

“Find the old shack in camp,” percy was told by the oracle, “you will face the lifeless inhabitant.” it always had to be something dangerous and never, “go get some ice cream.” or anything good.

he brought annabeth…not because he was scared or anything. but they had no idea what it really met, but they brought everything incase. because in every quest it seemed to go the opposite of what they thought.

three knocks was all it took for Percy’s body to run cold and almost tremble. you lived here, or so they say but the words the oracle spoke made no since to him. “face the lifeless inhabitant.” and last time he checked you were alive. Annabeth didn’t waste much time before banging onto the door to call for you of anyone who would listen.

“Go away half bloods.” that voice sounded smooth and it drawled them in. like a angel’s voice with how warm it sounded. “You’re not welcome here.” no one ever heard you speak before so they didn’t know if was you.

“Umm…I’m afraid we can’t. You see we were told to come here from the oracle, and last I checked this is the only shack in camp.” annabeth gave him a side glance before crossing her arms.

there was a minute of silence and the sound of footsteps disappearing away from the door. they were preparing to knock again or force the door open but it creaked open slowly. they slowly stepped inside with their hands ready to reach for their weapons at any moment.

the shack was well lived in and nothing like they expected. books, and a area for a small kitchen, almost victorian decor, but the only light was one candle lit in the corner. “Hello?” the girl called out for the voice they heard earlier.

a sound above them made them snap their attention upwards and nothing was seen, all the light in the room was kept way from that place. percy grabbed ahold of annabeths arm, he didn’t feel right at all. and few seconds later they had a reason to stop. a pair of glowing eyes appeared from the pitch black, and then next a pair of pointy white teeth along with it.

“You should know, bronze doesn’t hurt me.” you glanced toward Percy’s sword.

“What are you?” the boy asked but annabeth already had it figured out when she tugged at his shirt. her eyes stared at a few blood stains on the counter, a pile of bones next to it.

“No one has ever come in here, I guess you should pat yourselves on the back for that too.” your tone now amused. hooking your legs on the plank of wood and swing yourself down and they could see you better now from the light. it was in fact the girl they had seen before.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. half-bloods taste the worst to be honest. Sad tho, I heard gods taste delicious.” the wicked smirk at your lips that had your sharp teeth poking out mad the feel weird.

“Your eyes are beautiful,” percy lowered his weapon and found himself staring heavily into them.

“And your voice…” annabeth followed along side him. the couple wanted to walk closer but something was stopping them like puppets on a string.

“Oh, right,” you sighed and reached for your sunglasses to put over your eyes and you could see the pair coming back to themselves. “Sorry about that.” the power to control you never really tested out on humans or half humans, except once. ever since then you hated their taste and them to be honest.

“You can listen to my voice and it might have some effect but it wouldn’t do anything without my eyes.” you dropped down and landed perfectly before them.

“The stories are true, vampires are beautiful.” Percy spoke still somehow entranced by you.

“Maybe I should have payed more attention to you, I would have seen it from the books I’ve read.” Annabeth hated that she didn’t see it coming.

Only months will tell if they will be your puppets.

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Luck Runs Out |Part 10|

Pairing: Mabel x Reader

Summary: When your luck runs out you unknowingly drag Mabel back into the life, she's so desperate to escape.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 2.4k+

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Mabel paced around her apartment. You had just left not too long ago, left to go meet a bunch of drug dealers who would put a bullet in the back of your head the second they got what they wanted. She hated you; you were a selfless self-sacrificing asshole. She didn’t know what to do with herself, she would never know for sure if you were alive or dead, she’d never know if you suffered. You almost kissed her, she wanted nothing more than to close the gap, but you pulled away, going that extra distance would have meant something, she didn’t think she could handle it meaning something if you were just going to go off and die.

She kept glancing at the clock, every minute felt like hours. You might not have even been on the boat yet, you had to walk, so there was a chance you were just getting to the dock. Mabel kept glancing at her keys, it would be so easy for her to hop in her car, drive down there and pull you into the safety of her vehicle. Doing that would just mean, she, you, Charlie, and anyone else connected to any of you would be in danger.

Unable to take the unbearable silence Mabel grabbed her keys and jumped in her car. She turned the key and just sat there, the sun had just begun to rise, the rest of the world still wasn’t awake yet. She smacked her steering wheel until the palm of her hand began to sting. She really hated you for what you were making her do. She let out a scream that turned into more of a groan and let her head flop onto the steering wheel. Mabel lifted her head, putting on the familiar emotionless expression she used to always use before flipping on her turn signal and pulling out of her parking space.

Mabel drove, her surroundings a blur as she passed them. She didn’t even bother turning on the radio, her thoughts were solely filled with you. God, she really hated you, she hadn’t known you for very long and yet you had effortlessly worked your way into her heart. Part of her really wished she had met you before, then maybe the two of you could have been something, maybe the two of you could have lived out each of your dreams. Part of her felt that way, the other part of her was glad she met you when she did. If she had met you before, she probably wouldn’t have given you a chance. She would have written you off like every other dealer she’d known, like she almost did.

She glanced out the window at the condo complex and she parked her beat up red car on the street. She sighed, looking up at the tall building, even if she got her dream job, she still wouldn’t have even been able to dream about living some place so nice. The doorman glanced at her, wrinkling his nose as she yanked open the door to the lobby but didn’t otherwise so much as attempt to stop her. Mabel glanced around the fancy lobby as she waited for the elevator, seeing the leather couch and chairs by the window that didn’t look like they had ever been sat in.

Even the elevator was fancy, soft music playing as it lightly hummed, as it took her to the floor she wanted. A robotic female voice lightly crackled through the speaker, informing her when she arrived at the floor, then told her to have a nice day. When she stepped out, she looked from side to side, seeing a handful of doors stretched out on each side. As Mabel made her way to the correct door, she noted how the space from one door to the next was bigger than her entire apartment.

Mabel let out a sigh, shaking her hands as she put her game face on. She raised her hand and knocked on the door, her knock sounding louder than ever as it echoed through the quiet hallway. Mabel looked down the hall as she waited for an answer, the amount of people living in the building, and she doubted any of them knew each other. She wasn’t friends with her neighbors, but they all knew each other, these people probably couldn’t pick their doorman out of a line up let alone tell someone his name.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes when she finally heard the click of the lock being slid out of place. She knew the condo had to be big but that didn’t mean it had to take three minutes to answer the door. Mabel had a snarky remark at the ready, but the words quickly died in her mouth when the door opened.

“What are you doing here?” The doctor asked, glaring at Mabel. He stood in his doorway, using his body and the door to block her from seeing into his place.

Mabel stared up at the doctor, her mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. “What the hell happened to you?” Finally left her mouth.

The doctor’s face looked like it had been beaten in. There were dark bruises around his eyes and cheeks, his nose was smashed, he had a split lip and more bruising. He somehow looked even worse than you. Mabel might not have spent much time with the doctor, but she had never seen so much as a scratch on him. People begged to work with him, they bent over backwards to please him, he wasn’t some lackey on a random gang's payroll.

“Come to get an up-close look at what your little friend did?” he sneered.

Mabel furrowed her brow, she didn’t have any friends, she definitely didn’t have any that knew the doctor, besides Charlie, but she knew there was no way he had done that. “Y/N?” Mabel’s eyes widened.

“Nearly broke my fucking hand,” he said through gritted teeth.

He held out the hand he had originally hidden on the side of the door. Mabel’s mouth dropped open. The doctor was a surgeon, his hands were basically everything. His right hand wasn’t in a cast or even wrapped up, but Mabel could still see the impression of a boot. There was bruising all across the back of his hand, if whoever stepped on it had pressed down just a bit harder then surely, they would have smashed his hand completely.

He pushed off the doorway, leaving the door open as he walked back into his apartment. “Or did you come to finish the job?” he called out.

Mabel slid her foot forward, almost crossing the threshold into his apartment. In the hallway she was safe but if she crossed into the apartment anything could happen. Before she could think through her decision and why it was a bad idea, she stepped into the apartment.

“What happened?” she asked again. She looked the doctor up and down, he was favoring his left leg as he made his way to the kitchen island to poor himself a drink, despite it not even being eight in the morning yet.

The doctor spun around, drink still in his hand, tilting his head as he watched Mabel. “You don’t know?” he asked, letting out a humorless chuckle.

Mabel could only shake her head. You visited the doctor, but you had barely even met him, she didn’t know how you could possibly know where he lived or worked. You beat the shit out of him, Mabel hadn’t even seen people who were late on payments suffer such a beating. Maybe you knew the doctor from before, because clearly this was personal for you. Mabel didn’t think you were much of a fighter, not in that way, but she hadn’t known you very long, so many the truth was she didn’t know you at all, maybe this was exactly who you were.

“Your friend,” the doctor spit, Mabel could hear the disgust in his voice. “Paid your debt.” He chuckled loudly, sloshing his drink as he waved his arms around.

“What?” Mabel whispered, her eyes widening at the implication of those words.

“Your debt,” he said bitterly. “Paid off!” he threw his hands in the air, sloshing more of his drink, not that he seemed to notice. “Warned me to stay away from you,” he pointed at her. “Completely paid everything,” he pointed across the room. Mabel followed his finger to a duffel bag next to his couch. “Said if I ever contacted you again, they’d kill me.” He threw his head back, downing the rest of his glass.

Mabel ignored him as she walked to the duffel back. She held her breath as she slowly unzipped it. She pushed the bag apart, her eyes landing on stacks upon stacks of money. She brought a hand to her mouth, the only way you could get access to that much money that quickly would be if you used your savings, the money you had been saving to get a sailboat so you could follow your dream.

“When?” Mabel asked, turning back to the doctor.

“Yesterday,” he said, shrugging. “Had to use my vacation time. Now, get out,” he pointed towards the door.

Mabel didn’t need to be told twice; she was out the door before the doctor could pull himself away from the kitchen island. On her way down to her car she kept trying to figure out how you knew about the doctor. Mabel had never told you about her debt to him let alone mentioned how much she owed him. She didn’t tell you because though you were the one he was helping it wasn’t your problem, she was the one who called him.

Based on the timeline you had visited him before going to see your boss. You grabbed your life savings and paid Mabel’s debt before you went to try and save the life of her ex and his friends. You really were selfless, god she really hated you. When she got in her car, she turned her key and sped down the road, already knowing where she was going. If you thought you could just go off and secretly pay her debt and then go get yourself killed, you were wrong.

Mabel sped down the street, ignoring most traffic laws, she didn’t have time to stop at things like red lights and stop signs. She slammed on her breaks when she got in front of her destination. She got out of her car, slamming the door before she started her march up the walkway, to the house she had become very familiar with in the last year.

“What are you doing here?” Charlie asked, coming out the front door before Mabel even got to the first step. “Did something happen? Are you okay?” He rushed down the steps, reaching his arms out as if he were going to touch her but stopped before he could.

“We’re going to rescue Y/N,” Mabel said.

“What?” Charlie took a step back, his eyes widening.

“Call Tommy,” Mabel gestured impatiently. “We don’t have a lot of time, they’re probably already on the water.”

“Are you insane?” Charlie held out his arms, his eyes darting all around Mabel’s face.

“They paid my debt.” Charlie scrunched his eyebrows before his shoulders relaxed, his mouth dropping open at the reveal. “I can’t just let them die.”

“What do you expect to do?” Charlie asked softly. Mabel clenched her jaw, it took everything in her to not snap at Charlie, she knew he was just looking out for her. “These guys are bad news, you said that yourself. What’s the plan?”

“I don’t know!” Mabel ran her hands across her face and through her hair. “But I can’t just do nothing! Please,” she begged, looking up into Charlie’s eyes.

Charlie held her gaze, his eyes searching for something before they widened slightly as if realizing something. Charlie nodded but there was a small frown on his face. “Okay,” he sighed. “Okay.”

Charlie called Tommy from the car. Mabel didn’t waste time as she sped her way down to the docks. She caught Charlie out of the side of her eye as he argued back and forth with Tommy until he tossed his phone onto the dashboard when the conversation was over. Charlie had his elbow resting on the door and his head propped up in his hand. He looked focused, his eyes never leaving the road.

“Tommy letting us take the boat?” Mabel asked, she quickly flicked a glance at Charlie, trying to gauge his reaction.

“Yeah,” Charlie sighed. “He’s already there, we’ll be ready to go as soon as we arrive.”

Mabel nodded, opting not to say anything else. Charlie called Tommy and he was willing to come with her and help try and save you. Charlie’s mood was close to how it was after they broke up. Mabel couldn’t be sure what Charlie saw when he looked into her eyes but whatever it was it seemed that he finally accepted that they were truly over and that she was ready to start moving on.

Mabel whipped into a parking spot, slamming on the breaks as soon as she could. She didn’t even look to see if she was between the lines before she jumped out of the car and ran down the ramp to the docks. She heard Charlie right behind her as they rushed to the boat, seeing Tommy on the deck, Nunes, and Costa beside him. Costa grabbed her hand, helping her onto the boat.

“This is stupid,” Tommy said, locking eyes with Charlie.

Charlie shrugged. “We can’t just do nothing.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, adjusting his hat before flicking a glance at Mabel then back at his brother. “You better have a plan,” he shook his head.

“Figured we’d gameplan on the way.”

Tommy grumbled something incoherent before making his way to the helm. Charlie tapped Mabel’s arm, nodding at her to follow along. Mabel joined Charlie, Costa, and Nunes around a table behind Tommy and began planning out exactly how they thought they could save you while also taking on a bunch of drug dealers.

Tommy put in the location they found originally and used weather patterns to determine where and how far you drifted from, giving them a solid area to start heading towards. With Tommy at the wheel, they began making their way to your location, Mabel was just hoping she had moved fast enough and that you wouldn’t already be on the ocean floor by the time they got to you.

[playbucky]

Speak of the Dead.

You manage to escape from your attempted kidnapping, an unexpected person shows up when the doctors call your emergency contact.  Characters – Reader, Reacher, Neagley, Chris, Karla Word Count - 1k.

��Neagley -,’ you stopped when the larger person stepped into the room, ‘what’s he doing here?’  ‘He was with me when I got the call.’ She told you, you moved in your bed.  ‘Coulda dropped him off somewhere.’ You grumbled.  ‘I would’ve but you know he’s like a stray, always finds you.’ Neagley replied, you arched an eyebrow.  ‘What happened?’ Reacher quizzed.  ‘Pretty sure you’ve already asked the nurse.’ You told him.  ‘Y/N.’ He warned, you glared at him.  ‘Three busted ribs, fractured eye socket, broken nose, serve blood loss and a brand-new scar. It’s like Christmas.’ You replied sarcastically, you lifted your arms and shook them.  ‘Well at least they never took away your best quality.’ Neagley commented, you arched your brow the best you could with the swelling.  ‘Oh wow, tryna piss off the injured, real nice.’ You joked, she smiled and glanced to Reacher.  ‘You know who did it?’ Reacher quizzed, his brows were drawn together, you shook your head.  ‘Wore masks, generic height and build.’ You listed off your attackers.  You watched Neagley and Reacher share a look, you moved in your bed, a hiss escaped your lips. Reacher moved quickly, the space he had kept between you vanished, you raised a hand for him to stop which he did and glared down at you.  ‘I know how to draw them out.’ You breathed out as you got comfy.  ‘We’re not using you as bait.’ Reacher said quickly, you dropped your hand onto his forearm, his warmth spread over your palm.   ‘Good to know that’s where your brain goes but we are, or rather my body.’ You patted his arm.  ‘They’re after the team, so let’s give them the team.’ You suggested, you looked at Neagley who hadn’t moved from the bottom of the bed.  ‘Y/N.’ She said, head tilted as she had a rough idea as to where your thoughts were going.  ‘Pretty sure I was pronounced dead, so someone can work their magic and I can stay dead.’ You suggested.  ‘You’d want to be dead?’ Reacher asked, you sighed.  ‘Being alive hasn’t really lived up to what people have told me is should.’ You leaned back into the pillows to look up at him.    ‘You look like shit.’ Karla commented as she entered the motel room, you chuckled and moved from the bathroom to the chair. Reacher's arm moved at his side, Karla’s brows pinched slightly as she looked at him.  ‘Yeah, nice to see you guys again.’ You grumbled, a hand wrapped around your chest to try and ease the ache.   ‘Been up too much?’ Karla asked, you scoffed and shook your head.  ‘Just dying.’ You commented, you lowered yourself into the chair, she chuckled.  ‘Heard the pair of your got married?’ You said, Reacher looked to her and O’Donnell, his brows furrowed deeply as Neagley chuckled at his shook.  ‘Yeah, he’s had two kids as well.’ Karla commented.  ‘Oft, I'm surprised she’s put up with you for so long, two kids and an adult one?’ You said, an eyebrow arched as you looked at him.  ‘One on the way as well.’ He added happily, you smiled widely.  ‘Well congrats, boy or girl?’  ‘Don’t know.’ O’Donnell commented, he shrugged.  ‘Are they safe?’ You asked.  ‘Yeah, she knows what to do.’ He said, you nodded.  ‘Good, your husband?’ You asked Karla, she nodded which eased you slightly.  ‘He’s safe as well.’  ‘Looks like we’re set.’ You said, they all nodded, ‘Anyone fancy dinner?’ You asked and moved to get out the chair, Reacher held a hand out to stop you.  ‘Reacher and I will get it, you need to rest.’ Karla said, you looked at her annoyed, ‘Still the same toppings?’ She quizzed, you nodded.  ‘Keep -,’  ‘The door locked, we know.’ You, Neagley and O’Donnell said, Reacher looked defeated before he followed Karla out and shut the door behind him. Both their silhouettes walked past the window, Neagley slid the lock over.  ‘They’re the reason we never worked out, right?’ Karla turned to Reacher, who arched an eyebrow, ‘Y/N, you’ve always been focused on them.’ She continued, he didn’t reply.  ‘I don’t blame you, I guess I was naive for thinking anything would show between us.’ She added, Reacher focused ahead of him. 

‘What you doing back?’ You quizzed as he marched into the room, he set the carrier bag onto the small chair that sat at the window, he continued to walk towards you.  ‘I think I might stay awhile.’ He stated, you watched as he lowered himself into the bed next to you, his hand landed next to your knee, his finger twitched slightly.  ‘Reacher settle down? We must be at the end of the world.’ You joked, he looked at you over his shoulder.  ‘Not the end, just until you’re healed up.’ He said, your eyebrows jumped up.  ‘You’re staying for me?’ You asked, your hands moved from your crossed legs to your chest, he nodded.  ‘Shoulda stayed a long time ago.’ He admitted, you shook your head.  ‘I’m capable of looking after myself.’ You replied, his hand landed on your knee before he squeezed it.  ‘You shouldn’t have to be, I’m gonna be here.’ He told you, he didn’t break eye contact with you.  ‘Reacher.’ You breathed, you placed your hand on top of his, your thumb stroked across the back.  ‘Don’t try and convince me, I’m staying.’ He said, his gaze dropped to your joined hands.  ‘I was going to say thank you.’ You informed him, he looked up to you before you both smiled at each other. 

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Apple of My Eye — xmh

summary: minghao’s arrival to auradon changes your life as you know it, and not just because he’s the son of the woman who poisoned your mother

tags: fluff, descendants au, child of snow white reader, reader is shorter than minghao wc: 2.4k an: happy birthday mika @toruro :333 i love you so much pls enjoy bc i think i rewrote this maybe 7 times no joke an 2: this fic takes place in the same universe as “good to be bad” which features gyu, wonu, and child of hades reader. you don’t really have to read it to read this one, but it would be cool if you did!

From the moment you were born, it was made clear that you were always going to be second. Whether in your parents’ eyes or the citizens or even other kids. Nothing you could do would amount to your brother.

Joshua was athletic, charismatic, handsome, the future King of Charmington. Every kid in Auradon was drawn to him. You were just the little sister.

Joshua could never do wrong, or at least your parents thought so. You on the other hand, had everything about you nitpicked. You had to be the perfect daughter so you could one day find a suitor for you to marry. That led to long days of you in lessons about etiquette while Joshua would run around the castle with Seungcheol and Seokmin, not caring about what kind of disturbances they caused. At the time it didn’t bother you, you wanted to do anything to please your parents.

After you started school, it was hard for you to make friends, and eventually you just gave up, submitting to being the outcast of the class. It didn’t help that your brother would go around and pick on you to all of his friends just for a few laughs.

Years went by and you were still doing your best just to be a good daughter. In class you were still an outcast, with people either whispering behind your back or scoffing at you when you walked past. It wasn’t until you started to attend Auradon Prep that you realized how useless it all was. 

No matter how prim and proper and perfect you are, you’ll never be anything in anyone’s eyes as long as Joshua is alive. You think about all those years you tried to make everyone happy, to be the best you could be, only for it to amount to nothing.

Maybe that’s why you were so drawn to Minghao. His subtle kindness and gruff but charming presence. It makes you laugh to know that if you told the little girl you used to be that later in life she’s going to fall in love with the son of her parents’ sworn enemy, she’d probably cry.

Right now though, you’re completely sure you’d follow Minghao to the end of the world. 

When you were little, your parents used to sit in your living room in front of the fireplace and tell you and Joshua the great story of their love. You’ve heard it a million times, not just from your parents but also your seven uncles.

When the proclamation was made that the villain kids would be coming to Auradon, your parents were scandalized. When they found out that one of them was the child of the Evil Queen, they were outraged. They were fearful for what would happen to you and (mostly) Joshua. 

They told you to steer clear of any of the VKs as their parents will have raised them to be just like them. That they will be cruel and ill-mannered and up to no good. That nothing could come off the isle without it being tainted by the evil kept within.

When you were little, you were always told that the Evil Queen is a jealous old woman and vile of heart. Though that may be the case, you’re not sure you should view her son as the same. Not everyone is their parents. When you think about the first time you and Minghao met, you know there’s no doubt about it.

You were walking down the hallway when you caught sight of him a few feet ahead of you. You recognized him from the press release about the proclamation. Minghao, son of the Evil Queen. Your eyes were drawn to his dark blue hair and thick leather jacket. You were completely stopped in your tracks, too entranced by the deep scowl on his face. Unfortunately because you stopped walking, you were easily run over.

“Get out of the way,” the person growled as they shoved you, causing you to drop your books.

“S-sorry,” you squeaked out. You bent down to pick up your books, only to hear a new voice.

“Why don’t you watch where you’re walking?” You looked up to see Minghao looming over the person who ran into you. They cowered away. “No need to be a dick. Pick the fucking books up.”

They nodded and scrambled to grab your books, hastily passing them back to you before they ran off. You stared down at the book before redirecting your gaze to the tall boy in front of you. You bowed to him.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that, I’m uh…used to it,” you trailed off at the end, unsure of why you were explaining that to him.

He also looked slightly uncomfortable at the fact. Or maybe it was because you bowed to him. “You didn’t do anything wrong. No reason to pick on innocent people.” With that he stalked off and your sudden interest in him ignited tenfold.

Ever since that day you and Minghao kept having small run-ins. Almost like fate was pulling you two together. Before you knew it you two were spending all your time together. You were easily captured by his outlook on the world. You’ve never met someone so fair and level headed as Minghao. You’ve learned so much from him.

You finally had a friend. He helped you discover who you really are, and he did everything in his power to protect you. Slowly your friendship developed into more until you found yourself with butterflies in your stomach every time he talked to you.

You remember the day he finally made the first move. You weren’t even sure that Minghao liked you like that until you were sitting in his dorm, helping him with his math homework, when he leaned over and kissed you. You swear your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. After that things were a little clunky, but you two figured it out. 

Dating Minghao opened up a whole new realm of possibilities. You feel strong with him. You feel like you can do anything. Maybe that’s why you put so much faith in him when he comes to you with his plan.

“Snowflake,” Minghao starts, his nickname for you still flustering you slightly, “I need you to trust me, okay?”

“Hao…what’s this about?” You two are sitting in his dorm room, sitting on his bed. He asked you earlier if you would meet him, as there was something important he needed to talk to you about.

There’s a grim look on Minghao’s face as he looks at you. He struggles with his words for a moment before finding what he wants to say. “You know I care about you a lot and that I would do anything to make you happy and protected.”

Minghao stops for a moment and you nod at him. He takes another deep breath.

“You and I, we don’t belong here. Nobody here will ever respect us or any of the other VKs, and something needs to be done about it. I want to do something about it.” There’s a fire in Minghao’s words as he talks. “Everything that I’ve seen and heard and experienced since I stepped foot in Auradon is bullshit and it was fine when it was just me, but they way they treat you as well? It’s unacceptable.”

“Hao,” you interject, “just tell me what you’re talking about. I promise, I trust you more than anyone else.”

Minghao reaches forward and grabs your hands in his. He squeezes tight. “They need to be taught a lesson. Nothing will change if we don’t make the change.” You squeeze his hands back, encouraging him to continue. “I’ve been talking with some of the other VKs…we’re thinking about overthrowing the crown.” You suck in a breath. “I know it’s a lot and that it’s a risk but-”

You cut Minghao off, letting go of his hands to cup his face. You lean in and kiss him gently. When you pull away you rest your forehead against his. “I trust you Hao, and I will stand by you through anything. If this is the path you decide to take, I’m right here with you.”

“Are you sure? Your parents and-”

“No one has ever treated me the way you do. You’re the best thing to happen to me, Minghao.”

“I love you,” Minghao whispers, just loud enough to hear. Your heart does a skip.

“I love you too,” you tell him back, the first time either of you have said it. “I believe what you’re doing is what has to be done.”

You think of every wrongdoing of the citizens of Auradon, about how unfair they have been all these years. You think about the new world you can make. You know this is the right choice.

Minghao wants you to stay out of the planning process, as to not incriminate you in case anything happens. That unfortunately leaves you with quite a bit of free time on your hands. You’re walking back to your dorm from the library when you’re suddenly stopped by someone grabbing you. You yelp in surprise as you’re whipped around to come face to face with your brother. 

Joshua grips onto your arm tightly and you try to break free but he just holds on tighter. If you’re being honest you’re shocked he’s even interacting with you, as he gave up on that years ago.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but you need to stop,” Joshua hisses. 

“Joshua, let me go!”

“I know you’re up to something with the son of the Evil Queen. Do you know what Mom and Dad would think if they found out? If you keep it up you’re going to get in trouble, either with him, or them.”

“You’re hurting me!”

“Well maybe you should listen.”

“She said let go.” Joshua’s grip loosens slightly at the intrusion and you’re able to break free. 

You and your brother both look to the side to see Minghao standing there. Though Joshua and Minghao are the same height, it seems like Minghao looms over him. There’s a dark look on his face as he glares daggers into your brother. Relief washes over you at the sight of your boyfriend coming to your rescue.

“You,” Joshua hisses. “Stay away from my little sister.”

“No, I think you should stay away.” Minghao steps forward, subtly putting his body between yours and Joshua��s. 

“I don’t know who you think you are, but I know that you’re no good. If you hurt her I swear I’ll-”

“It seems like you’re the only one here who’s hurt her.” Minghao gestures to where you’re rubbing your arm from where Joshua gripped you too tight. “You’re selfish and pathetic. You don’t really care about her and you never have, don’t try to act all high and mighty now.”

“Just wait, you’re going to get it,” Joshua growls before stalking off.

Minghao doesn’t bother responding, instead he turns towards you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

“Hurry up with the plans, okay?” You stare up and Minghao and he just nods, ready to set the world on fire for you if he has to.

“Are you scared?” You ask Minghao as you two lay in your bed one night. Your roommate is visiting her parents and you take the opportunity to spend the night with your boyfriend without having to worry about Jun on the other side of the room.

“Petrified,” Minghao whispers. “But you can’t tell anyone.”

“I promise,” you giggle, pressing a soft peck to his cheek.

“I’m scared, but then I think about you and why I’m doing this to begin with, and I know everything will work out.”

“Everyone says you’re so scary,” you tell him, “but I think you’re just a giant sap.”

“Only for you, Snowflake.”

“I really hope this works,” you whisper, changing the tone of the conversation.

“It will. I’ll make sure of it, even if it’s the last thing I do.”

“It won’t be. We’re going to change the world and then you and I will be able to live in peace.”

“We’ll have our happily ever after?” There's a teasing grin on Minghao’s face and you roll your eyes playfully.

“Yes. We will.” Minghao just giggles and leans in to kiss you. You kiss him back, putting all of your unsaid words behind it. 

Minghao has changed your life, and you could never repay him for what he’s done for you, what he’s going to do for you. You know you don’t have to pay him back though, because loving him is enough. You don’t want to think about what your life would have become if Minghao didn’t come to Auradon. When you were little your parents told you about fate and how the right people will always come into your life. Laying here with Minghao, you think they may have gotten at least one thing right.

“Are you ready?” Minghao asks as he reaches down to hold your hand tight. You nod and squeeze his hand back.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

The two of you stand outside of the Museum of Cultural History, about to enact your plan to change the rest of your lives.

“You’ll be able to go back after this,” Minghao tells you. You look up at him and smile.

“Good.”

Around you stands the other VKs, and for some reason the son of Hercules, Mingyu (you’ll have plenty of time to question that later). The sight warms your heart. You don’t think you’ve ever felt more safe with a group of people before. A few months ago you never had friends, and now here you are, ready to change the world with a group of villain kids. Your parents would have a heart attack if they could see you now.

“Whatever happens,” Minghao tells you, “I love you.”

You pull him down for a final kiss before you enter the museum. “I love you too.”

You take a moment to just stare at him. His soft blue hair falling over his eyes as he’s wrapped up in his jacket. He looks just like he did the first day you met him, yet everything has changed so much. You smile when you think about how you wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

No one has ever loved you as much as Minghao has. Not your parents or your brother or anyone else. Minghao is willing to risk everything, just make you happy. You will always be his number one priority. The thought makes your heart swell, and you know there will never be someone who means as much to as you as Minghao does.

“Okay,” you tell him, “let’s do this.”

Minghao nods and signals to the others and just like that you’re all in action. Your heart beats hard in your chest as you follow behind Minghao, ready for him to lead you to whatever good thing is next to come.

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[ekanatsume]

Keeping these here bc istg finding doksoo people is like seeing kdj not sacrificing himself

I dont really ship ship them but like the potential they have as a couple i-

If youre a doksoo person, please lemme know bc like i can n o t for the love of god find people who ship them. I just wanna cry about them like 😭🙏

[ID: Tiktok screenshots of Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint fanart of Han Sooyoung and Kim Dokja overlaid with captions about their relationship. The art featured is by more than one artist, but predominantly by BlackBox. The captions read:

1. han sooyoung once said "me, waiting for someone for decades and decades... you think such a thing is even possible? you crazy fool,"

and then we are told about her endless waiting in kaizenix arc, and how she was fighting her best to stay awake for 13 years in the epilogue, for one person, for someone she thought she never waited for, and then it was revealed that she, again, waited for 4 years for certain someone to wake up from his sleep. she diligently visited him every day during his time in the hospital, making sure he's still alive and well even though his soul has scattered away.

2. orv ebook spoiler?

during kaizenix arc kim dokja wrote a love letter to han sooyoung where he told her "write a'story that's for me andme "alone." little did he know that han sooyoung Would do anything, LITERALLY anything to write a story for him alone. why aren't you by her side when she writes a story for you?

3. kaizenix arc shows how much kim dokja means to han sooyoung. she spent 50 years, literally a lifetime, waiting for him. she hold onto the promise kdj told her, where he said he would find her as soon as possible before they got thrown to kaizenix.

she fought her hardest not to forget him. fighting for 50 years, ALONE. for 50 years, she believed kdj would save her. and she believed kdj would one day read her book to save her. and she never blamed kdj for the 50 years she spent. God. it's a pity we don't talk enough about her struggle in kaizenix.

4. This has to be one of the saddest passages in the entire novel.

I will never shut up about doksoo and their captivating interactions. and how astoundingly excellent Sing Shong's writing is: the emotions, permeated the text, and picturing that particular moment visually came with it naturally.

I was moved to tears by her assumption that it was her fault that he started crying and her quick actions to comfort him because she didn't want to keep seeing him cry

Not to mention how Kim Dokja expressed his emotions, which is as uncommon as him not sacrificing his life for KimCom.

All he wanted was some reassurance; to be told, that he's done the best he could the whole time through

Hsy mghtve comforted him for the wrong reasons, but that completed the job nevertheless.

5. when you realize kim dokja's ■■ is "epilogue" and "eternity" while han sooyoung's ■■ is "neverending story". and towards the end we find out about hsy making a promise to kdj that she will write the epilogue, a story, for kdj until the end of time, for eternity, if that's the only way she could save him…

6. how did you read orv epilogue and think han sooyoung and kim dokja are platonic bc i genuinely thought they were canon after hsy's sacrifices for 13 years, and kdj openly saying he loves her story more than anyone else.

orv theme is basically your story = you

7. the fact that kim dokja had actually fulfilled his promise to read han Sooyoung's "boring" novel that has over 3000 chapters even before they both made promise with each other.. he kept his promise for over than 13 years, without both realizing that fact until hsy regained her memories as tls123, and kdj as od.

8. han sooyoung had seen kim dokja's life at its lowest when she first saw him almost lifeless at the hospital she held his hand, feeling the warmth of the hands that had given up of his life, and she cried. and the first thing. she thought of was how to save him. in mere minutes she decided to damn the whole world for him to live and survive she would never let kim dokja to be in that state ever again, not when she is there for him.

9. the whole twsa is a love letter from han sooyoung to kim dokja. she told him to never give up (ch533), encouraged him to find companions (ch75). described so many disgusting foods as delicious so that he could eat them with ease, and not to mention the whole reason why twsa existed was for him to have a reason to live and survive for another day. she wrote all of this for 13 years, so that he could live BEFORE and AFTER apocalypse. she saved him before anyone else could do it. her love is eternal. End ID]

Thenks to @princess-of-purple-prose I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO ALT TEXT AAAAAA. Thenks for doing this ^^

[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

Miracle

Word count: 1.6K

Summary: you were in a tragic car accident, you were supposedly dead… until you weren’t.

Warnings: tiny bit of angst

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

This Idea came to mind last night! I hope you like it 🤍✨

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It was all so quick. The premiere, then the Car, the truck, the crash. Luckily you and your girlfriend Jenna were in different cars when it happened, this was probably the only thing you were grateful for… and maybe the last, too. When you got to the hospital you were already half dead. Head trauma, broken bones, paralyzed from the waist down and brain damaged. You were too far gone to be saved. When Jenna heard about the accident she was the first to come to the hospital and her heart immediately shattered at the sight of you like that. You didn’t even look like yourself and she was on the ground in tears, with the rest if the Wednesday cast by her side to support her. It wasn’t fair, nothing was fair about this.

Jenna came everyday to visit you at the hospital and each day she’d talk to you, hold your hand, take care of you but you had already slipped away. Then the day everyone dreaded came. She had to pull the plug. You were in pain and only kept alive by the machines. She didn’t want you to live like this, she had to do it for you, as much as that hurt. She wanted to be alone with you that day, she wanted that the last thing you felt was her presence, so she laid in bed with you hugging your lifeless body as the nurse pulled the plug. “I’m so sorry baby. But you won’t be in pain anymore. You’ll be at peace” Jenna whispered as she cried and held your hand tightly. “Please watch over me” she cried out and sobbed as she heard you take your last breaths.

She left right after time of death was announced and went home, to her family. They had also grown to love you so it was a great loss for them too. She didn’t plan a funeral for you because she knew you didn’t want it so she just let you be at peace. Little did Jenna know that you hadn’t died that day. You woke up just as she left. Brain damaged and paralyzed you definitely needed rehab but you were alive. God only knows how many times doctors tried calling Jenna, but she had shut off everything and never called back. Being convinced that you were dead, she went on with her life. Sure it was hard. She wasn’t the girl everybody knew anymore. Usually you would see her smile during interviews or even in the bloopers of her works but now she was as serious as her new character, Wednesday. Sure she tried smiling for the sake of her fans, but everyone knew she was hurting and that it was the greatest pain of her life.

Dealing with grief has always been hard for everyone. Everyone was so sensitive on it, but not the journalists and interviewer. At times Jenna would find herself being asked questions about you, and at first she’d refuse to reply but slowly it became easier. After two years she had recovered. She had recently been going out for more interviews and today happened to be the second anniversary of your “death”. Sure she was alright, but this day will always haunt her, and it didn’t help her that she had to do an interview. Everything was doing okay so far. “So, Jenna how are you holding up?” The woman interviewing her asked. “Well, today’s the second anniversary of (Y/N)’s death so my mind is somewhere else. But I’m fine, considering” she gave an uncomfortable smile to her and the public. “How are you dealing with it?” Of course Jenna had expected intrusive questions “it’s hard. But I’m dealing with it and my friends are helping me, it’s really nice”

Little did Jenna know that you were slowly recovering in the hospital. You now might be wondering “how did people not find out that you were alive?” Easy. Your doctors never told anyone anything, knowing that if they did, journalists could come and stress you out even more then you could handle. You had to learn how to talk again, how to move your body, well your upper body, at the start. Luckily the damaged part of your brain wasn’t the one with the memories, so you still remembered everything, luckily. Your team of doctors was just amazing, they did whatever they could to keep you happy and the work they did on you was constant. You would have periodical visits to see if there was any chance you could get the use of your legs again, but nothing ever came up, until one day.

You felt something tickle your feet, and you immediately called the doctors who visited you once again and what came out was that with a very expensive surgery and a lot of rehab, you would finally get to walk again. Maybe someday act again, too. Luckily you had the money so you paid for it and got it the next day. The first period walking was complete torture. You weren’t used to it anymore. Your body from the waist down hurt like hell because your bones weren’t used anymore to the weight. At first doctors would help you up and with another year of rehab, you were finally out of the hospital, even if with crutches and a wheelchair, but those won’t last much longer.

It was now almost Christmas and you couldn’t stop thinking of Jenna. You had seen her interviews and noticed how hurt she was. You could tell just from her eyes. You had both grown and she looked even prettier than the last time you saw her, at the premiere. So you decided to surprise her and go pay her a visit, at her family house on Christmas day. You lived in another state so you had to fly to California. Luckily no one had recognized you (it had been three years after all, no one thought of you anymore). When you arrived you called a taxi that would take you to her house. You had brought your crutches because traveling with a wheelchair was uncomfortable, luckily the crutches were enough.

You walked up at her doorstep and rang the bell. You heard chattering inside. “Did we forget about someone?” You heard Jenna’s mother say, as she got up and went to open the door. When she saw you she gasped and smiled at you, tears coming up in her eyes as you smiled brightly at her. “Hi, is Jenna there?” You asked whispering, not wanting Jen to hear you. The woman tried to suppress the tears as she called for her daughter and you leaned your weight on the crutches. “Jenna honey there’s someone at the door for you!” You heard Jenna groan in annoyance in the other room, which made you smile brightly. “Mom if it’s fans just send them away! It’s Christmas after all” “it’s not fans, come here and hurry up” the woman insisted and invited you in the meanwhile.

Jenna soon came at the door and when she saw you she froze in her spot. Tears making their way up to her eyes “H-how is it possible? I-I watched you die, I was there-“ she said as she began sobbing and you made your way over to her. “Hi my love” you told her as you helped yourself with the crutches. “Are you real?” She said as she brought a hand up to your cheek, you could feel how she was shaking as she hesitantly began rubbing your cheek. “Yes I am. It took me three years to recover but I’m here, skin and bones” you smiled and then she broke, hugging you tightly as she cried. You wanted to hug her back but at the moment you couldn’t because you needed to hold yourself up with the crutches, so you moved to the couch. Once you were both sitting down you hugged her back tightly, and she only cried more. She couldn’t believe you were there in her arms again when she watched you die, it felt like a dream.

“I-I’m not dreaming right?” She said in between sobs when she pulled back from the hug, looking at you with tears in her eyes as you moved up your hand to her cheek to caress it and wipe her tears. “You’re not. I’m actually here, you’re actually hugging me and I didn’t die” you said as you moved some hair out of her face. “But I was there when they pulled the plug, how-“ she couldn’t understand. “I woke up shortly after you left. Doctors tried calling you on your phone but you had shut off everything. I don’t blame you for that, I want to make that clear. These years I asked them not to call you, because I didn’t want to worry you, I didn’t want you to focus on me” you said and watched as she continued on crying, while you kept on wiping her tears. “I had to learn how to talk again and I was supposedly paralyzed until I wasn’t and here I am”

Her whole family had listened too and everything clicked, they all understood why you did it. “I’m sorry if I hurt you” you whispered to Jenna as tears came to your eyes too. She shook her head and she leaned in to kiss you, god had both of you missed that feeling.

[edna-the-traveler]

Im craving for more custard cookie iii content so I decide to make my own:

Custard cookie iii being Pure vanilla cookie and White Lilly cookie !!!

Remember when White lily cookie and pure vanilla cookie tried to make cookies in episode 7 well after pure vanilla cookie come to the conclusion that the experiment was never going to work he tried to discourage White lily from trying but she was determined so she begged  to try one last thing and if it failed white lily cookie promised to stop, and that was to use some of their own magic and combine it with the dough (Since we really don’t know how cookie I wont write how they).

Pure vanilla cookie agreed but really didn’t expect to work and just agreed to get white lily to stop trying so imagine his and white Lily surprise that it actually worked and inside the cookie cutter there lied, sleeping peaceful was a baby cookie 

Both Pure vanilla and White lily cookie were shocked that it actually worked after the shock after the shock wore off they were in awe at this adorable baby cookie they created 

Time skip to right before the white lily cookie fell in the ultimate dough, I would like to mention that  almost no one knew that pure vanilla and white lily had a child only the ancient five knew and primer custard cookie their intentions was to keep custard hidden until he was at least 1 year old he was living mostly in the vanilla kingdom

Then the flour war happened :) 

Pure vanilla having no idea where pure Lilly cookie disappeared kept custard close and then dark enchantress cookie shows up in the vanilla kingdom to steal the soul gems 

Pure vanilla desperate to keep custard save puts him in his crib and place a shield around him that protect from all that harm him and also acts like a time capsule where time doesn’t move inside the shield 

And then BAM the ancient heroes disappeared and the kingdom fell 

But thankfully custard remains safe thanks to the shield but is stuck in time capsule for nearly 50 years

How did custard get out of the shield ?

As time went the shield grew weaker and weaker and around the time it was at it weakest custard cookie ii and custard “dad” were investigating the fallen kingdom why you may ask?  IDK they just were

Both of them were shocked to find a baby in the fallen city custard “dad” breaks the Shield to the baby out and take him back to their kingdom 

When they get back custard cookie ii looks at their father old records to see if the baby was related to anyone alive while this happens custard “dad” grows attached to the baby , and then custard cookie ii finds the records relating custard to pure vanilla cookie he immediately becomes power hungry because he thinks this tiny baby has great power was related to a great hero 

Custard “dad” not liking his brother way of thinking especially with the way he treats his adopted son, custard “dad” flees the republic with baby custard and raises him as his own never telling of custard his true origins  

Now where getting close to the actual timeline custard “dad” wrote a letter to a now 9 old custard that he told him to open either when he was much older or if he would ever to disappear 

Then one day custard “dad” went into the forest near their home and disappeared , and custard cookie iii not any better tries to find him and gets lost in said woods

He wanders around for months before he meets the rest of the gang

Now here the plot moves the same till the part where the gang splits, after ginger brave, wizard , and strawberry cookie leave and custard and chili remain in the kingdom 

Chili has always been somewhat curios about custard past because why was a kid just wandering  alone for months so she ask custard what his life like he meet them

Custard trust chili the most so he tells her everything including the part that he gave up trying to find his “dad” and doesn’t know how to return to his home.(Angst you know for flavor :D)

Chili becomes even more protective after that.

Custard later mentioned that he has the letter but hasn’t even opened it yet but wants to now chili Offers to be there with him but not read the letter he takes her up on the offer

y’all can guess what the letter contained :)

Custard was essentially having a break down by the time he finished reading the letter and chili was freaking the fuck out because she saw custard reaction and read the letter very quickly she had no idea what to do and eventually just decided to hug him and comfort till custard cried himself to sleep 

Chili then decide that she simply couldn’t tell the others what they found out until they come back or until custard himself is ready

Also custard looks a bit different in this au Ill post what I Thought he would look like 

[wizardfrog69]

May I request Platonic!Yandere!Fyodor with a younger sister reader who’s dating/being courted by Dazai. Reader was in the DOA but faked their death during a dangerous mission and ended up joining the ADA after Dazai found them

(Sorry if this was too specific, feel free to ignore)

Have a good day/night! :)

Thank you for your request!

'•.¸♡ stop controlling my life! ♡¸.•'

(Platonic) yandere!Fyodor/Dazai x gn!reader

Angst

Warning! Controlling behaviour, mentions of gore, stabing, mentions of suicide but none being committed

Masterlist

Enjoy!

You have had lived with your older brother, Fyodor, your entire life and never really realised how controlling he is, not until you ran away, but you knew you wouldn't be able to ran far, you never were able to, not from Fyodor at least.

Your brother always made sure you would be his and no one would ever steal you away from him. One could argue he was like this because you were the only family he had left but even before when he did have a place he could call home he was like that, you don't know why and can't remember much before moving away.

You had to be with your brother all the time, you even worked with him. Whilst growing up you always told him you never wanted to take a life away yet he didn't listen and forced you to murder.

You can still remember the first time you had to kill someone, it never was a pleasant memory and if you could you would erase it from your mind entirely, but you couldn't, it continues to haunt you to this day.

That day was meek, clouds which indicated rain covered that skies. You were holding a knife in the both of your hands, standing front of a helpless woman, tied up, screaming through the tape indesparation. Your heart was pounding, your mind focused on the horrid screaming of the person in front of you. You never wanted to stab her! Fyodor was standing behind you, telling you to stab the woman in front of you, you knew that if you didn't stab her Fyodor would find some way for you to feel his disappointment in you and it wasn't going to be fun. You moved closer and closer to the person in front of you, holding the knife in your dominant hand, you knelt down and stabbed it in the chest. Blood, there was blood everywhere once you pulled out the knife, it kept pouring from the thing all over you and it. You could feel Fyodor kneeling down behind you and whispering you to stab it again. 'No, I can't!' You shouted but instead of listening to your cries Fyodor took the hand which still held the knife, he lifted up your hand and proceeded to stab it once more with your own hand. You quickly let go of the knife, it was dead, you didn't have to continue killing it! Fyodor knew every single thought you ever thought and took your hand to check if it was still alive. She was. She was still alive, barely but her heartbeat was still faintly still beating. You wanted to save her, you wanted to run away and save her but you couldn't, you never could and you never will be able to run away, not now, not ever.

The only way to save her was the only way you feared of saving yourself. You lifted the knife once more and with tears streaming down your face you continued to stab her, and stab her and stab her and stab it and stab it. The body in front of you was now a corpse. But what did that make you? Were you now a murderer? Did the only person who vowed to protect you and love you really just turn you into one of the worst monsters there could ever be? But it was for her own sake was it not? If you didn't stab her to death she would have suffered in pain for who knows how long, Fyodor was never one to take mercy on anyone.

Now everything was different because you were in love, in love with Dazai. Fyodor has told you countless times not to talk to him as he is dangerous and he'll only use you to his own advantage. That was never the case, you had never revealed the fact that you were related to Fyodor or that you were a part of the decay of angel. You had told Dazai that your older brother was controlling but that was all you had told him.

It was hard, trying to hid your relationship from Fyodor, he never let you have any friendships and he certainly never let you date anyone. So you had to sneak out of the house late at night and meet Dazai only for an hour or so, there wasn't much you could do in that time either, just share a couple of words and exchange a kiss or two.

Fyodor had quickly caught wind of this but didn't interfere, letting you live out the fantasy of freedom for sometime atleast, just until it was the perfect time for your heart to shatter. Fyodor had stopped checking the mail to further your relationship with Dazai. You caught wind of Fyodor's avoidance of the mail and without thinking you decided to send Dazai letters of your love. The letters you received and sent out were always checked by Fyodor, without your knowledge of course.

It all was like a dream, you were in love with the seemingly perfect man, the man of your dreams, but you were still in the hell Fyodor calls home, and the only way to drown is to swim. You soon came up with a plan, you would fake your own death which wouldn't be easy. At first you thought you were going to throw a corps which would look similarly enough like you to fool Fyodor but that would never work. You planned and planned until the perfect plan came to mind.

It was the day of your plan to escape Fyodor. You left for work with Fyodor and said goodbye to him as he left for his office. He would check on you hourly and you knew there were cameras everywhere you went. There was a mission you were to go on, it wasn't anything special, you just had to get something from someone and there was a really high chance you were going to be killed, so nothing special. You arrived at the designated area with a couple of other people surrounding you to protect you, it wasn't anything knew to you but the person clearly felt threatened and called upon someone behind them. They whispered something to each other and the guy nodded, stepping backwards and whispering something to the other ones ear. The two people soon charged at you, stabbing you in the stomach, just where you asked them too. A fight broke out between the two, to which many more soon joined, and the five people who swore to protect you. You were out numbered and so everyone was whipped out, you being the only one standing. You paid the leader generously and left without the item you had to pick up.

Once everyone had left it was your time to do your part. You took a corpse you had obtained which looked close enough to you. You took the corpse and placed I down how you would have been lying down, you switched out the clothes you were wearing, and, most importantly, you took the necklace which was a gift from Fyodor and hanged it around the corpses neck. The necklace was given to you as a gift, never to be taken off, you saw it more as a way for Fyodor to brand you as his and less as a present.

You were free, you were finally free to leave! You laughed to yourself and started tearing up from the joy you felt, the joy you wished to experience forever. It was such a wonderful feeling, although it didn't last long, nothing did and nothing ever will, the only thing that would last forever was hell and the people or things that were ruling it.

You left straight for your boyfriend's apartment. It was still a bit early so you hopped he would be home. Once you knock to your fortune Dazai opened the door, he looked as if he had just awoken but his mood significantly improved upon seeing you. His sleepy face turned into an exited and happy one. He gave you a big hug, asking you how you it was possible for you to stand infront of him. You simply explained that you ran away, nothing more. Dazai was so exited that he could spend more time with you. He welcomed you into his home and let you stay there for however long you needed.

Once Fyodor got news of your untimely death he got extremely pissed off, he shouted and screamed at the messenger of the news till they were shaking from fright. Fyodor stormed out of the building and ran to the sight of your death as fast as he could. Once he got there he slowed down and slowly walked up to the corpse in front of him. He knelt down to caress your face but he stopped himself as he continued to stare at the corpse, this wasn't you. He gentle took the necklace from the corpse and without bothering to whip the blood off of it he placed it gently in his pocket. He left as quickly as he had gotten to the sight and started figuring out where you had ran off to.

It didn't take Fyodor to find out where you were, ir never did, he knew ever single thought you ever had in that brain of yours. But Fyodor didn't act yet, first he wanted you to get used to a life without him, just so he could traumatise you all over again.

Some months had passed, you now worked with the ADA with Dazai by your side, you still felt paranoid about Fyodor and what he might do to you or Dazai but you tried to focus on the future and not the past.

It was a day off for both you and Dazai and you decided to spend the day together. You woke up to a lovely morning, but, Dazai wasn't in bed anymore. You quickly became worried until the smell of pancakes focused your mind again, Dazai is just making pancakes you thought to yourself. You stood up and left for the kitchen to meet your lover.

When you walked into the kitchen you could feel your body freeze up, you couldn't move, your heart started beating faster and faster you felt as if you were about to pass out from the fear eating you from the inside. Fyodor was standing in front of the cooker making your favourite pancakes with Dazai's headless body thrown carelessly onto the floor. Tears began to pour down your cheeks as the gasped in horror at the sight as you continued to look around you. Dazai's head was placed neatly on the table as if to feast on. 'What have you done!' You screamed with the sounds of true horror and overwhelming sadness infecting every note which left your mouth.

'Good morning to you to dear.' Fyodor looked up at you with a genuine smile which made you feel sick. You were trapped, you were always trapped in this hell, even if you were to escape Fyodor he would still haunt you in your dreams, he would find you no matter where you are you will always be his and he'll know where you are there is no hiding from him not now not ever he has you and he will never let go. You are trapped.

You collapsed onto the floor and started crying, you curled up into a ball and cried and cried. You didn't even notice Fyodor turning off the stove and kneeling in front of you until he placed his hand on your back as to comfort you. 'Don't cry now, there is no reason for you to cry, after all this is all your fault.' After saying those heartbreaking words Fyodor stood up and commanded you to do the same, you did as told.

Fyodor took you by the hand and moved you to stand in front of a mirror, facing yourself. Fyodor took your necklace, still covered in blood, out of his pocket and placed it around your neck. 'Remember you are mine and you will always be mine, I don't want to have to force it on to you.' Fyodor remarked and left to the table. 'Would you like to keep his head or should I throw it away?' Fyodor spat. 'No! Please don't touch him!' You cried out running to his severed head, grabbing it and holding it close you your heart. This action angered Fyodor greatly and he ripped the head out of your arms. 'I'm the only one you belong to, no one else.' He moved his head centimetres aways from yours. The threw the head into the bin, leaving you to cry once more. Before coming back he picked up a knife on his way.

You took no mind to Fyodor, until you realised he was standing there, not wanting to move. You looked up and saw the knife he held in his hand. 'You belong to me.' His voice was terrifyingly dark as he leaned closer to you. Without a warning Fyodor pinned your arms in one place and pinned your legs down with his own, it was hard to keep you down but he tried he lifted your shirt to reveal your abdomen. A sharp pain hit your abdomen and soon you felt something wet run down from the place where the pain was coming from. 'Fyodor stop. You're hurting me! Stop!' You continued to shout but to no avail. Once Fyodor stopped doing what he was doing he sharply grabbed your arms and dragged you painfully to the mirror and lifted up your shirt once more. It was more difficult to see it but Fyodor's name was clearly carved into your skin, you were his and no one else's.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

This one is a bit longer, I didn't really like the middle to end part though :(

Hopefully it isn't too long.

Have a wonderful day/night and sleep well!

-love, Az

[suzukiblu]

WIP Wednesday Game

Taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

file names:

Kon is too trans for this pregnancy shit

the one where Clark is trans and Kon is not

transfemme Kon and her Amazon soulmoms

Cassie has a sexuality crisis, Kon has a gender one, and Circe makes everything worse

the one where Kryptonians have omegaverse genders, but nobody told Match

( why yes this week is WIP Wednesday: Sex And Gender Is Weird And Complicated Edition™ )

snippet from "Kon is too trans for this pregnancy shit":

Kon slams his bedroom door just shy of hard enough to crack the doorframe, melts the pregnancy test in his hand into slag with his heat vision, and then throws its remnants into his trash can and hides in his bed. Because he’s pregnant. Because he’s an idiot. An idiot who is pregnant. Pregnantly. 

Fucking Christ alive, how could he be this fucking stupid?! 

Just–Kon has fucked up a whole lot of times in his life. This time is probably the worst time that didn't get somebody else hurt, though. Well, like. Not hurt-hurt. 

Somebody is definitely getting hurt here. 

Kon kind of just . . . doesn't tell people that he's . . . that he isn't technically . . . 

He flirts? A lot? Like, a lot more than he really should. But he flirts with girls a lot. And he is very, very careful about how close he lets those girls get. And he . . . and he . . . 

Just–when he actually wants laid, when he really gets the itch, he doesn't go out as Superboy.

There's a reason he never got anywhere with Cassie, after all. Or with Tana or Knockout. Or with . . . anyone he ever actually, like . . . gave an actual fuck about the opinion of or was gonna see again. 

He’s not a real guy, after all, so . . . so how could he have? He’s not . . . 

When Cadmus was still a thing, he didn't have to worry so much. It wasn't hard to get treatment and whatever, and his files were all very firmly locked down. And when Cadmus went underground, Serling deleted all those files and hooked him up with a little machine that replicates hybrid-appropriate T before she cleared out, because Serling is the fucking best like that and literally the one true ally, as far as Kon's concerned, so . . . yeah. And the replicator has mercifully kept working for him, at least so far, so all he's ever had to do was hide the thing in the back of his closet and make sure the Kents never catch him pulling any of the blue K needles out of their little lead-lined case or injecting himself with said needles. Fuck knows what they'd think if they ever did. 

Probably that he was a drug addict or something. That seems like the most logical conclusion for them to jump to. They sure as shit know he's not diabetic or anything like that, so . . . yeah. 

They'd definitely think he was a drug addict. 

He's sure Clark would, if nothing else. 

Although that'd probably be less of a disaster than this, really. At least if he was an addict, he could go to rehab or something. For this . . . 

What is he supposed to do about this?

[fullmetal-angelgrace]

oooo i love me some unreliable narrator shit!!!!! mr. martin is the one who's been giving all the new ghosts the welcome speech, so everything they told maddie about them not being able to possess people or interact with the living is all bullshit

i thought it was really weird how mr. martin kept saying that specific phrase about ghosts not being able to interact with the land of the living, the way he worded it was strange and he always got weirdly angry about it, so I'm thinking he made everyone think that they can't do anything so no one would try to leave him

from what I've gathered from the short snippets wally and charley read in mr. martin's journals, it seems like he doesn't want any of the students to "cross over" i think he has been studying them so thoroughly to find out exactly what they need to cross over - so he can avoid it all costs

he doesn't want anyone dwelling on their living life and just wants to run his little fake school where he has all the power, he's no better than the other ghosts that think they're still alive, he's doing the same thing as the marching band kids and the theater girl, clinging to something he loved from life and doing that over and over and over again - he's acting as a teacher and running school events

so even though he constantly talks about trying to get everyone to cross over, really he's just making them a part of his teaching fantasy while he distracts them from their lives so they never resolve their unfinished business and stay with him in his fantasy. he started getting angry only when he lost control of the group and the ghosts started listening and hanging out with maddie more than him, he suddenly didn't have the same power over them that he used to

i definitely think there's something else to his motivations, i doubt it's just him wanting to play teacher for eternity, we have no idea why he started the fire and what his whole deal with janet is, why did they both lie for so long? was janet just too intimidated by an authority figure to tell the truth? how much can the ghosts actually interact with the living world? is there something special about the bunker because im pretty sure maddie saw mr. martin and janet when she was alive?? and mr. martin didnt seem surprised at all when he saw maddie there and immediately knew janet was going to possess her?? and what was mr. martin's big emotional speech about wanting to protect them??? from what???? so many questions!!! i love this show!!

[sealz888]

I saw your fallout headcanon post! So i gotta know ur thoughts on Dean Domino! (<- loves that bastard too much)

Thank you for the asks @porcelain-animatronic and anon! Apologises this took really long. I have two other asks (involving Hancock and Ahzrukahl) which'll hopefully be out soon. I've had a lot going on lately, so I appreciate your patience! A heads-up, I haven't personally played Dead Money, so I hope you can forgive me if it's canon conflicting. My dumbass wrote Christina, instead of Christine.

Dean Domino

I really like the head canon that Dean has beef with pre-war singers, I feel like he’s got major beef with Frank Sinatra.

He was a childhood prodigy. His talent was discovered at a young age by his mother, who made him sign up to a childhood talent TV show. He won and only skyrocketed from there, hence his ego.

At some point when he turned 14, he lost his fame and became, for lack of a better term, “washed out” and he fell into the background. His mother wasn’t too happy about this, so he ran away to Vegas, and he’d get by busking and later performing at mid-end clubs. 

That was until he got into hot water at 17 after he was caught with chems. This actually skyrocketed him to fame again. Everyone was booking him in.

A playboy for sure, he flirted with anyone to get his way. Especially when he met Vera Keys again to lure her into joining his heist. However, he actually didn’t sleep around unless he was in a relationship with them. His spark and skill in flirting died down, but he's trying to get it back.

Really pissed off about his hair loss, but is glad about how he kept his moustache. Once he got out of the Sierra Madre, he left and immediately went to find a wig. 

After which, he immediately went to the Tops to find a job. It was hard at first to get on the strip considering ghouls aren’t allowed in without humans, but assuming Mr House is still alive and recognises him or the NCR allows ghouls onto the strip, he eventually manages. Convincing people he is Dean Domino was the harder part. Tommy eventually relented and let him perform. Now exclusively performs there.

Christine Royce

Perfect childhood friends with Veronica. They’re friends to lovers. Romanced her by bringing her all sorts of junk she could disassemble and reassemble. 

Got along with Elijah, but Christine parents thought that they were just “”really, *really* close gal-pals.” Eventually they couldn’t deny it that their daughter was a lesbian was sort of came to terms of it. 

They did push the two to at least surrogate, at least were the most polite about it.

Christine would watch and listen to Veronica talk and talk about historical texts and engineering for hours and hours on end, falling in love with her more. 

She was always slightly suspicious of Elijah, despite Elijah’s politeness, he was always trying to drive the two apart once everything came out. 

When she was first assigned to track him down, she’d write letters to Veronica, but she never got them, unfortunately. Upon encountering the courier, the courier put two and two together and told her about Veronica. 

Veronica, upon hearing about Christine broke down into tears on the strip, a few steps away into the Lucky 38. Veronica was hysterical and getting comforted by Arcade and Lily. They had a chat that lasted for hours explaining everything. She found about Elijah (I hc to personally have him trapped in the vault.)

Unsure of what to do, Veronica wanted to track her down and get her to become a member of the Followers. At some point, Veronica figured out to radio communicate with her. While Christina had to use Morse code to communicate, she was over the moon. Eventually, with the help of Raul over the radio, she managed to get the Autodoc to her reconstruct her vocal cords. However, she is absolutely terrified of Autodocs still and claustrophobic.

A year later, they decided to get married over the radio, and it was a big event, being broadcasted in a few places in Freeside and throughout the Sierra Madre, even Dean Domino and Dog/God dropped by to send her a message congratulating them. As the courier knew the King, he performed “love me tender” at their wedding and Lily, along with help from Cass and other followers, made them wedding garments. I can see Veronica in a pretty dress while Christina is in a suit, however, she could also wear a dress too.

Veronica also informed the BOS of what happened to Elijah and Christina. Christina's parents were overjoyed that she was alive, but still sent their reluctant congratulations to the newly-weds. Some of their old comrades also sent them well wishes.

Dog/God

I don't have a whole lot, but they're one of my favourite mutants.

Dog often mistakes the courier as the Master due to the look in their eyes, their tone of voice is similar to the master too.

Dog/God managed to become one personality again thanks to the couriers help. While the group leaves, they discuss names, but doesn’t like any of those. The courier encourages the newly reborn mutant to think for himself and choose his own name.

He tries to settle down at various settlements, Novac, Freeside, Westside eventually hearing about Utobitha. After arriving, Neil, recognised him by the scar on his chest and confused that the two personalities became one. After a long convo and explanation, Neil recognised the courier and redirected him to Jacobstown. 

While at Jacobstown, many supermutants and nightkin remembered him, but he did not remember himself. It was a *long* week explaining what happened.  With the help of others, he names himself Alexander. 

Alexander, decided to help Jacobstown by supporting his fellow Nightkin and became a wandering trade. He reached out to other settlements and offered to exchange goods and open up trades

He never really saw or heard from the courier again after stopping by to wish Veronica and Christine well wishes.

[spacesapphi]

"Moving Forward, Spiraling Downward Chapter 6- Swallow Your Pride"

THE BIG ONE...

Want to start off with content warnings again

CW for brief mentions of addiction and death, suicidal ideation, and warning for emetophobia

ALSO IMPORTANT!!! Since g as a currency is REALLY weird in game, I decided to come up with a basic format that will be used through the fic. Every 100g is equivalent to 1 USD. So 100g is a dollar, 1000 is ten, 10,000 is a hundred (so on and so forth). I mention this bc there's a number mentioned here that seems CRAZY high, but is actually equivalent to around 2,000 dollars.

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Years back in college, it had been tradition for Shane and his friends to spend the last Friday of each month to ditch all plans and responsibilities, using it instead to hang out with each other. They often got incredibly busy as the semesters progressed, leaving little time for each other outside of gridball practice and classes. But that day was something to look forward to, a day with no other worries than their little group. Even though they weren’t here anymore, Shane had been making an effort to keep the tradition alive in the only way he could. 

Right after getting Jas from school, he drove right over to the cemetery where they rested, laying down a blanket and sitting with her by their headstones. Jas would just talk about her day, about what she got up to at school that morning, what she and her friends would talk about. Sometimes the two of them would have a snack, sit there for a while and just think. On most occasions, it put Shane at ease. Not today, though. 

He barely paid attention to Jas’ story of the day, he couldn’t. His mind was somewhere entirely different, unable to focus on anything other than the headstones in front of him, and the photo plaque sitting beneath the etched names. Looking at the two of them, looking into their eyes, he just felt shame. He wanted so badly to tell them he was sorry, for everything. He desperately wanted to hear them say they forgave him, that they understood the circumstances. Shane wasn’t the same man he was when they asked him to be Jas’ godfather, and he was sure he’d never be that man again. Back then he was so naive, so full of joy. But time had turned him into a bitter, tired man, and he could only hope they’d understand.

He remembered what he promised at their funeral. “I’m gonna do right by you.”. If they could see him today, would they have thought he kept that promise? Was he doing right by them? He hoped he was, but deep down he knew they’d be so deeply disappointed in him. If Jas wasn’t here with him, he’d be groveling at the site, pleading for their forgiveness for just how much he’d fucked up this past year alone. Every word he wanted to say to them ran through his head, every fiber of his being begging for them to be able to hear it, wherever they were now.

“Uncle Shane?”

He snapped out of his daze, looking to see Jas tugging at his sleeve, “What’s up, Jas?”

“Did you hear my question?” 

“No… no sorry, my head’s been funny today,” he sighed, looking apologetic, “I’m listening now though, what’s wrong?”

“Umm…” she suddenly looked nervous to ask.

She looked towards the photo plaque Shane had been staring at, “Today, teacher told me they’re with Yoba… is it true?” she asked, a genuine curiosity in her voice. 

Shane frowned, confused as to why her teacher would be talking about that with her. It sounded like he needed to have a chat with them next time he dropped her off, “How’d that come up?”

“I told her we were visitin’ them..’” Jas shrugged, “And she told me that…. Are they?”

“They…. Of course they are, Jassy,” Shane held her close to his side, “They were good people, great people. Where they are now, no one’s ever sad, nothing bad happens to anyone. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Are you gonna go be with Yoba?” Jas’ voice cracked just a bit, “So you won’t be sad anymore?”

“No, no… Not for a long, long time, kiddo,” he hugged her tight, giving her a smile, “I’m not goin’ anywhere,”

He caught a glimpse of the time on his watch, seeing the hour was starting to grow late. He didn’t have much more time before Rich’s deadline, and he still needed to grab his paycheck. Giving an exaggerated huff, he motioned his head towards the car, “Time to go, we have to stop at work,”

“Aww it’s borin’ there…” Jas whined, “And it smells funny.”

“Yeahhh I don’t like it either. Uncle Shane’s gotta get his paycheck though.” he stood, motioning for her to follow, “Won’t be too long, I promise.”

Jas gave him a pouty expression and continued to sit, still not interested in going. Shane sighed in frustration. Why must she be difficult when they were under a time crunch?, “I’ll give you a quarter for the candy machine if you get in the car, okay?”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Jas immediately hopped up, running off to the car even faster than him. Shane just shook his head, getting the two of them settled in and driving off.

The moment he walked into the store, Shane’s coworkers got hush, giving him awkward glances and whispering to each other as he walked back towards the boss’ office. It was completely surreal. They looked like they had just seen someone die, like there was a ghost in their midst. It made him feel uneasy, a sick feeling creeping up his throat. He couldn’t explain it, he didn’t even know why they were giving him that look, but he knew it couldn’t be from anything good. 

Jas caught wind of it too, whispering softly, “Why are they lookin’ at you like that?”

“I dunno…” Shane whispered back, trying to shake the growing feeling of unease from his mind.

He sat Jas down at the chairs in front of the office, pulling a 25g coin from his pocket and placing it in her palm, “Go get somethin’ while you wait, okay? I’ll be right back,”

“Okay!” Jas was about to run off before Shane snapped his fingers to get her attention. Giving her a knowing look, he spoke sternly, “No gum, Jas,” the two of them remembered well what had happened last time she got it, and the last thing Shane or Jas wanted to do was spend another 3 hours trying to get it out of her hair again. She gave him a quick nod and ran off once again.

Once she was off to the machines, Shane knocked on the office door, getting greeted by the store owner instead of his boss. It took him aback for a minute. He was rarely here, only on special occasions… or when someone was in trouble. Based on the look on his face, Shane had a gut feeling he was in trouble. 

“You’re Tom, right?” he asked sheepishly, earning a less than impressed look by the older man, “It’s Mr. Lidle to you.” he snipped, giving Shane the dirtiest look he’d gotten in a long while.

“Sorry.. I’m just here to get my paycheck, can I see Andy?” He stood on tip-toe to look for his boss in the office, feeling uneasy when he got a glimpse of the scene inside. Andy was indeed in his office, sitting nervously at his desk, staring down at a hefty stack of papers. Nothing too out of the usual there besides the expression. But next to him was an officer. He was in full uniform, and he looked terrifying. What the hell was going on?

“Let’s talk about that paycheck, actually,” Lidle grumbled, motioning for Shane to follow. Reluctantly, he stepped into the office, feeling himself grow more anxious by the second. Lidle pointed to an empty chair in front of the desk, “Sit.” he demanded. 

He did as he was told, sitting up straight and folding his hands neatly on the desk to show he was listening. Lidle stood behind the desk, folding his arms, “Andy, do you want to tell him what’s going on?”

The younger man couldn’t look Shane in the eye, obviously nervous and reluctant to be a part of this conversation. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t form the words. He shook his head, earning a frustrated groan from Lidle. 

“I have to do every damn thing around here…” he grumbled, shooing Andy from the seat and taking his place, looming over the table, “Let’s keep this short and sweet, shall we? For starters, you’re fired. Effective immediately.”

Shane opened his mouth to protest, immediately getting a hand shoved in his face, “I’m still talking,” Lidle barked, “Take a look at these for me, will you?”

He passed over the stack of papers,  which Shane could now see was written in a very confusing format. Each page was covered in a list of seemingly random inventory items, all with varying quantities that didn’t quite make sense to Shane. He furrowed his brow, looking back up to his bosses in confusion, “Wh… what is this?”

“That, Shane, is an itemized list of everything you’ve shoplifted since you’ve begun working here. You do know we check the cameras, right?”

“I-I didn’t-”

“Andy here finally decided to get me involved in this, handed over the tapes so we could get these receipts together. There was a frankly abysmal amount to pour over. Do you want to explain yourself?” 

Shane took a deep breath, trying to collect himself before speaking. He was obviously shaking, his skin pale and clammy, “It’s been h-hard to afford groceries… I have a kid and I need to make sure she’s eatin’, so I’ve been takin’ things from the back for her,”

“And what exactly does she need from the beer counter, Shane? Hmm?” Lidle asked, tone dripping with sarcasm.

Shane froze, unable to look Lidle in the eye. Even still, he could tell that his expression was full of anger, just from hearing his tone of voice alone. Lidle huffed, “I asked you a question.”

“I.. I don’t have an explanation.” he warbled, feeling faint. It was already embarrassing enough being caught, talking about his problem too would’ve killed him. He felt ready to pass out from the anxiety he felt right then and there, his chest tightening with each passing moment. 

Andy finally spoke, using a much softer, understanding tone, “Shane, we’ve discussed the situation for some time now, and we’re giving you two choices here.”

“What…?”

“The first option is using this paycheck to pay for the damages,” Andy explained, “We’ll forget any of this happened, and you just go home today without it, clean slate.”

He took a moment to pause, reluctantly looking toward the officer in the corner. He closed his eyes tight, feeling so pained. Andy thought Shane was a good guy. Yeah, he could be a bit of a slacker somedays, and his work sometimes needed a do-over, but he was always a good guy to be around. He had tried for so long to ignore the theft, knowing that most of it was necessary, but he couldn’t protect him anymore. Yoba, he hated doing this. 

“If… If not, Mr. Lidle has decided to press charges. I-I’m gonna be honest, it doesn’t look good for you, Shane. This is over 200 thousand g worth of damages. That’s five years jail time…” Andy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I don’t want that for you. I don’t want that for your kid.”

“You have until 5 to make your decision,” Lidle stated flatly, “And if you don’t decide, I’ll do it for you... I don’t think you want me to do that,”

“There’s nothing else I can do…?”

“Shane, it was hard enough to fight to even give you a choice,” Andy sighed, “I did all I could, this is the best we can offer.”

Shane took shaky, shallow breaths, staring down at his lap while his mind raced. If he let them take the check, he’d be evicted by tomorrow. If he didn’t, he would go to jail, and Yoba knew what would happen with Jas. He already couldn’t bring himself to talk to Marnie, how the hell would he handle calling her to tell her about this, to ask her to take Jas in while he was in prison? No matter what he chose, no matter what he did, his life was about to change for the worst. Only one option didn’t result in the worst case scenario. Closing his eyes tight, he reluctantly made his choice. 

“Keep the check.” he mumbled, his voice hoarse and defeated. Lidle nodded slowly, breathing out through his nose, “Good choice. Now get the hell out.”

Shane nodded, slowly rising from his seat and stumbling towards the door. Jas was sitting patiently on the chair outside, swinging her legs as she ate a handful of fruit candies she had gotten from the machine. She smiled when she saw her godfather emerge, hopping up from her seat and following alongside him, “Did you get the money?”

When Shane didn’t respond, Jas immediately got the feeling something was wrong. He looked so sad, so upset. She held out her hand with the candies in it, offering one to him. Having a little treat always made her feel better when she was sad, maybe it would help him! He slowly shook his head, swallowing back a sob, “Nah, it’s… it’s okay Jas, thank you,” 

The drive back home was incredibly tense. He kept looking at the clock, seeing the time creep up. It was well past 5:00 pm, the final deadline Rich had given him, and he was empty handed. It was the best decision he could’ve made, the only one he could’ve made, but in no way would any of this be okay. He looked in the rearview mirror, watching Jas sit in her carseat, playing quietly and contentedly with two of her dolls. How was he supposed to explain to her that they were going to need to leave the apartment? That they had nowhere to go? He desperately tried to think of a story to tell her in his head, something that wouldn’t be scary for the little girl.

“Maybe I’ll just say we’re camping… yeah, that’s it…. Or that we’re going on a road trip… but where the hell would we go?” his head was spinning, his thoughts jumbling up with each other. He could barely grasp the situation himself, how the hell was he going to help Jas grasp it? 

Getting back to the apartment building, Shane saw the dreaded red paper taped on his door. Seeing it in person finally sealed the deal for him. This was real, not just some nightmare scenario that made him anxious. He’d been evicted. Ripping the paper from the door, he scanned it over and over, as if he was hoping the next read-over would somehow change what it said. The words remained, though. He had until tomorrow morning to be out. Jas tugged on his sleeve, looking deeply concerned, “What’s wrong?”

Shane crumpled the paper in his hands, taking a deep breath before kneeling to her eye level, forcing a smile, “It’s fine, Jassy, I’m fine… I’m gonna need your help with somethin’ though, okay?”

“What is it?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. Shane breathed out, clasping his hands together as he spoke, “Well… we’re gonna go on a trip! A long one, so we have to get eeeeverything together that we can fit in the car.”

“Really?!” Jas instantly sounded excited, bouncing up and down at the thought of a trip, “To where?!” 

Shane let out a short laugh, “You’ll see! It’s gonna be a surprise.” 

He opened the door, watching Jas excitedly run in and take a look around the room, thinking long and well, “Can I take anythin’ I want?”

“Anythin’ you want!” Shane confirmed, ‘As long as it fits in the car,”

Jas immediately ran to grab her plushies off her bed, piling them up to start a ‘take’ pile. She fluttered around the room, grabbing her dress up accessories, craft supplies, and her most favorite outfits of all. The pile was growing to be almost as tall as her now, just about every single one of her belongings sitting in it, not that she had that much to begin with. Shane focused on more practical items, grabbing his clothes, medicine, documents, and a few sentimental items he hated to part with. The box of old memories and VHS tapes was among one of the first things he grabbed. If there was anything he needed to take most, it was that. 

He looked back to Jas, seeing how giddy she looked as she packed her items into bags, stuffing each one tight with her belongings. He felt ready to break down, like he was going to be sick, but at least she looked happy. She wasn’t scared, wasn’t struck with the same worry that made him want to throw up. He was worried the trip story wouldn’t be believable, and he feared it would be less believable as time went on. Where the two of them would go he still had no idea, but he would figure it out. He always did.

The car was stuffed as much as it could be with their belongings, leaving the inside quite cramped and overfilled, though there was still much more inside the apartment. Furniture, dishes, and many personal belongings from both of them would need to be left behind. Shane silently cursed himself for choosing such a small car all those years ago. Getting into the driver's seat, he looked at the apartment building for the last time, huffing as he turned the key. 

“Alright back there, Jas?” he asked, getting a nod from the girl. She looked out the window as they drove away, leaning her head against the glass. Part of her knew this wasn’t just a fun trip, as much as she wanted to believe it was. They weren’t going back, and that was clear enough. They’d never taken this much for a trip before, no one did. Where they’d end up, she had no clue, and it scared her a little. She wanted to cry, but she knew Uncle Shane was already upset, and she didn’t want to make it worse. Using all her strength, she stopped herself from crying, squeezing a plush close to her as Shane sped through the city streets. 

She could see it in his face, just how dire all this was. They’d been on many trips before, and not once did he look distraught like this. Normally he’d be excited, blasting music, cracking jokes, talking with her. But the ride was silent, the only sounds coming from the city life outside their car, and the soft hum of the engine. Not a word was spoken by either of them, a silent understanding between the two that this was awful.

It was getting dark now, the sun starting to set over the city, and Jas could feel herself slowly lulling into sleep. As scared as she was, she trusted that Uncle Shane had it figured out, that when she woke up he’d have them somewhere safe and sound. It would be okay, it always was in the end. Her eyes slowly fluttered shut, sleep taking her for the night. 

Shane was trembling in the driver's seat at this point. He’d been in a state of shock earlier, so much happening at once that he wasn’t able to emotionally register it all and act accordingly. But now, it was all beginning to sink in. Everything was sinking in. Yoba, his life was so fucked up, and the only thing he could blame was himself. He had so many chances to receive help, and pushed them away every single time. If he had just let go of his pride, if he had just stopped being such a stubborn ass, everything would be okay. 

But here he was now. He was sick, growing sicker by the day, and starving. Looking in the mirror he looked like a dead man walking, scruffy, face sunken, clothes dirty and loose. He was in so much debt to just about everyone in the damn world at this point, an amount he’d never be able to pay off. He’d be in debt for the rest of his life at this point, the payments and looming anxiety of it all following him to his grave. And now, he was evicted, the only shelter he and Jas had being the car they sat in. No house, not a dollar in his pocket, nothing. The thought just about knocked the wind out of him. They were homeless. They were fucking homeless.

White-knuckle gripping the steering wheel, he began to feel himself panic. He couldn’t get enough air into his lungs, no matter how deep he breathed. It felt like his throat was closing up, like a hand was squeezing tight at his neck, digging it’s fingers in so deep that he’d bleed. He knew they weren’t safe living in the car,  but there was nowhere for them to go either. It was his fault too, all his fucking fault. He had destroyed every connection he had left, cutting off those who loved him, and for what? For his pride? He was letting the situation get this bad, a situation that also affected Jas, all because he was too prideful to accept any help? Christ, what a selfish man he was. 

He wanted to die, genuinely wished for death. He saw no way out of this situation, no way to get better. This was rock bottom. He’d dug himself into this pit willingly, destroying his life for no reason at all. Why was he like this? What was his fucking problem?! He just wanted to steer into oncoming traffic, get this shit over with and just stop feeling so damn miserable already. He’d let death take him, accepting that fate with open arms. The only thing stopping him from going through with it was little Jas in the backseat of the car. 

Looking back at her he just felt his heart break. He felt like a failure. Jas would be better off without him as a guardian, he was sure. He wasn’t fit to raise her, he didn’t think he ever was. Yoba, why did he say yes when Jason asked him to be her godfather? He never thought he’d actually have to live up to the title, no one ever does! It was supposed to be honorary, why did it have to end up like this? Why did Jason decide to take the route they did that night, going down a busy road on one of the craziest nights of the year? If he had just taken the one Amelia suggested, the one that actually made sense, they would’ve been fine.

Deep in his heart he believed he should’ve been the one to go all those years ago. Yoba, or whatever sick fuck was in charge of fate, made a horrible mistake that night. They took two amazing people, people who should be witnessing their daughter’s achievements and milestones, raising her in a proper home. But they weren’t. They couldn’t.

Tonight he could make things right. Shane had always felt too small and stupid to take control of his life, like a useless piece of soiled garbage flittering in the wind. But tonight, he had an opportunity to finally take control of it, if only he had the guts to do it.

But what about Jas? If he did this, where would that leave her? Was he really going to take away another guardian in her life, leave her alone, confused and scared? The thought wouldn’t leave his mind, making him more distressed by the moment. Images of how he’d do it kept flashing in his mind, playing over and over again. He didn’t actually want that. He didn’t want to end this, he truly didn’t. Why did his mind insist on making him think about it? Why couldn’t he just get a hold of himself already?

He was crying so hard at this point that he could barely see the road in front of him, a sick feeling creeping up his throat and into his mouth. He couldn’t do this, he just couldn’t. It was a miracle that his sobs weren’t waking Jas up. Finally gaining some semblance of control over himself, he swerved the car to the shoulder of the road, parking abysmally. He quickly stumbled out of the front seat and into the grassy patch just next to the road, shaking with each step.

The grief of it all pulled him to his knees, throwing Shane to the ground as he vomited into the grass below. His body trembled like a leaf as he let sobs wrack him, his cries verging on inhuman screaming. He didn’t know he was capable of making sounds like that. His throat burned, his voice hoarse and warbling. Years worth of pent up mourning and rage, at life and himself, forced its way to the surface. Curled up on the ground, gripping his hair so tight it felt like it would rip from his scalp, he let the grief take him. What was he going to do? How was he supposed to get back on his feet? There were few supports in place for people in his position, and the ones that did exist were a struggle to get into. He was completely, utterly fucked. He had nothing.

He lay like that for some time, until the smell of the vomit below him became too much to bear. Lifting himself up pathetically, he sat hunched over on his knees, trying to take in deep breaths of the air around him. He still couldn’t stop the sobs, trembling and hicc-ing as he tried everything to calm himself down. Oh, he felt like such a child right now. Part of him wished he was, longing for the simpler, happier days of his youth.

He remembered how Marnie used to comfort him when he was little, getting him wrapped in a blanket, sitting in front of the fireplace and hugging him close, letting him cry it out until he felt ready to talk. He would give anything to hear her tell him it was going to be okay, for her to hold him tight and sing to him just like she did when he was young. Leaning against the side of the car, he closed his eyes, trying to ground himself. He wished he never cut her out of his life, wished he could go back in time, prevent himself from ever saying those awful things and leaving without another word. She had been right since day one. He should’ve gone home, he should’ve been at the ranch this entire time.

What a mess he had made of things. He was absolutely certain she hated him now. Even if he tried to go home, would she let him? Would she accept him with open arms, or just slam the door in his face? He deserved it for his behavior this past year, the childish silent treatment he had given her. His self esteem was non-existent, he felt too terrible to ever forgive, not worthy of a second chance. The thought that someone could care for him unconditionally, that his family loved him, it felt like fantasy. He would never forgive someone like himself, why would anyone else? 

Furrowing his brows together, he rested his head on the cool metal of the car door, sighing with a shudder, “Yoba if you’re real, give me some kind of sign, please. Any sign, I don’t even care anymore…. I don’t know what to do…” he whispered in a shaky tone,”Anything… just tell me what to do…”

Opening his eyes he looked around at his surroundings, taking them in fully for the first time. He had been so panicked, so worked up during the drive, that he didn’t even notice where he was at first. He was on the bypass, the entry to the city’s main highway mere yards away from him. Cars whizzed by loudly on the left, folks traveling by without giving him a second glance. The streetlights slowly began to turn on as the sun fully set behind the mountains, the night beginning.

A bright yellow light came into view in front of him, piercing his red, swollen eyes with its intensity. He squinted and held up his hand to block it out. It took a moment for his vision to adjust, the light’s source coming into clear view. It was a floodlight mounted atop a bright green highway sign, illuminating it for all the nighttime travelers to see. It’s text was plain and simple, written in bold white letters:

“Stardew Valley- 10 Miles.”

His breath hitched as he read it, feeling something click in his mind. When he had asked for a sign, he didn’t mean something so… literal. But, a sign was a sign. Maybe he was meant to go home…  Maybe he was meant to do so a long, long while ago. Maybe getting thrown to the street was some force in the universe finally forcing him to stop delaying the inevitable, if it existed that is. He was feeling his stubbornness slowly break down, his prideful spirit turning humble. Thinking about going home made him feel… hopeful. The voice in his head that told him to do it on his own had finally shut itself up, sitting in silent agreement with Shane for once.

The glow of the floodlight touched his face, its warmth beckoning him. If he closed his eyes he could practically imagine himself sitting in front of the fireplace at Marnie’s, wrapped in that warm blanket. He could almost feel it. Whether or not she’d accept him coming back, he had no clue. But he would never know unless he tried. He felt the last bit of resistance crumble away, the voice of reason finally speaking in his ear.

Wiping the tears from his face, he took one last deep breath to fully ground himself. He was ready. Getting back into the car, he took another look back at Jas, who still lay asleep in her carseat, head lulled to the side. His decision was only cemented from there. He had to do what was best for her, not his ego. He would do right by Jason and Amelia like he promised to do years ago. Jas would thrive in the valley. She could actually have a life, a proper home surrounded by kind people in a safe environment. Why had he waited so long? For once he was going to listen to that voice of reason, take the advice of those much wiser than him. Turning the key in the ignition, he started the car up once again, merging right back onto the bypass, homeward bound. 

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Town square was still quite lively through the evening, vendors for the Stardew Valley Fair still having their booths up, allowing tourists to play games and enjoy the festivities provided. Many villagers were out and about too, the younger folk trying to see how many points they could wrack up at the games before the stands closed for the night, the elders of town preferring to spend their time talking amongst each other. It was a chorus of laughter and celebration, and regrettably, Marnie would not be joining them tonight. Between getting her grange display taken down and bringing the petting zoo animals back home, she was exhausted. Her entire body ached, begging to settle down for the first time in the day. 

Laying back on the living room couch in her robe and nightgown, listening to an old vinyl to unwind, she was living the life. She found herself feeling more at peace today. Maybe it was because of her conversation with Pam, maybe from a general sense of acceptance of her life. Maybe it was both. For the first time in a long while, Marnie rested easy. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt such peace, but it had to have been before Winter Star. Her fear for the wellbeing of her nephew and grand-niece had subsided, her mind suddenly feeling much calmer about it. Perhaps it was her intuition letting her know all was well wherever they may be. Even still, she missed them dearly, and that would never stop being the case.

Just as she was about to drift to sleep, a horrid noise was heard outside, the grumbling of an engine and the squeak of brakes. She groaned in frustration, fully expecting yet another tourist to pull up in front of the ranch in their loud vehicle. Plenty of them had been using the space in front of her home to park, sending the chickens into a tizzy each and every time. Didn’t they know that scared the animals? With a grumble she sat up, slipping on a pair of shoes and stomping towards the door. Oh she had half a mind to give whoever this was an earful, to scold them for the intrusion. What was a tourist doing coming so late, anyways?

A loud knock rang out at the door, stopping her in her tracks. That, she didn’t expect. The folks visiting tended to walk straight to town square for the festivities. What did they want from her? 

The knock came again, jolting Marnie back into action. She muttered under her breath about the inconvenience, grabbing the broom next to the door so she could use it to ward them off if need be. Grabbing the handle tight, she flung the door open, her expression grumpy and exhausted.

“What do you wa-” her annoyed tone of voice immediately softened, her voice cutting out as she took in the sight before her. It took her just a moment to recognize the man at the door. He looked so unkempt, the sweater and pants he wore far too large on him, his hair uneven and wild. But when she looked at his face and saw those green eyes, wide with both fear and hope, she knew who it was.

Shane cradled a sleeping Jas in his arms, looking at Marnie with a nervous expression. His chest felt tight again, he didn’t know what to expect. Marnie felt the broom slip from her hands, the rod falling to the dirt path with a loud thud.Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill over. Was she dreaming?

The two of them just stared at each other, neither knowing what to say, where to begin after an entire year of no contact. Finally, Shane broke the silence, warbling out one simple sentence. 

“I’m home, aendi,”