#but then do i want to live with my cousin????

[wintfleur]

little blurb of stella and the super bowl please 🤲

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𝓻oro's msgs : hehe this was so cute to write, i missed writing for my favorite family!! ｡｡ 𝔀c 888

“Stink, can you get me a soda?” Quinn asked as he looked away from the large TV for a few seconds, watching as Stella made her way towards the kitchen, slipping through her family members that stood around watching the game. Stella was quick to agree, not wanting her brother to do any extra work with his injuries “Sure” 

“Stella, can you get me a bag of chips?” Jack was quick to call out once he heard Stella say yes to Quinn, hoping that he would get lucky. Stella scoffs playfully and mumbles to herself ‘lazy ass’ she calls out loudly “Get it yourself!” 

Jack rolls his eyes, mumbling to himself about Stella picking favorites again. Jim, who sits next to him, laughs and takes a large gulp of his beer. Quinn smiles triumphantly from his corner spot on the large L couch. Usually, that was Stella’s spot, but she wanted Quinn to be comfortable. 

Stella ruffles her younger cousin's hair as she walks past him, causing him to look up from his tablet with a toothy grin. Stella giggles and walks over to the ice cooler, grabbing Quinn’s favorite soda and her lemonade. Sighing, she quickly grabbed Jack's favorite chips and a cookie before making her way back towards the living room. 

She quickly dropped the bag of chips on Jack's lap before walking around the couch, smiling softly at the grin he sent her. She plopped back down on the couch between her eldest brother and her mom, setting her cookie on her thigh before opening Quinn’s soda for him, causing him to chuckle and mumble out a soft thanks. 

Stella leaned back and got comfortable, bringing her knees up to her chest and resting her head on her mom's shoulder. Ellen looked away from talking with Carmen’s mom to look at her daughter, she lifted her arm up and wrapped it around her, Stella smiling and resting her head on her mom's chest. 

“You okay lovey? Hmm?” Ellen asks her youngest with a small smile, rubbing her shoulder. Stella yawns before taking a bite of her cookie, mumbling “Yeah this game is just boring” 

Ellen nods in understanding. Stella never really was the biggest fan of football, only really interested when she’s watching with friends and family. Ellen smiles and softly fixes her daughter's hair that stopped at her shoulders “Well, Why don’t you go play cornhole with Luke and the others” 

Stella thought about it for a few moments. She didn’t want to leave her mom, but beating Luke’s ass in cornhole and spending time with her friends and boyfriend was very tempting. 

“Mmkay but I’ll come back for halftime” Stella promised as she sat up, there was a TV out in the backyard that was playing the game too but Stella wanted to watch the halftime show with her mom. Ellen smiled and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her daughter's head “Okay hun, have fun” 

“I will momma” Stella promised, handing Quinn the rest of her cookie before getting up and practically skipping towards the back door, flicking the back of Jack's hat as she walked past him. Giggling and rushing away when he brings his hand back to grab her. 

Stella smiled at her older cousin who was holding her baby Emma, the cutest little 7-month-old baby. And seeing the grumpy look on her little face, she was woken up from her nap. The little baby was sleeping peacefully in Stella’s room, but the loud noises from her family members must have woken her up. 

She placed a soft kiss on the top of her head making her smile before walking towards the glass slide back door. Smiling when she sees her friends, brother, and boyfriend having some drinks and playing cornhole. The game and country music playing loudly. 

Stella walked up behind Rutger who was sitting in a lawn chair, a beer in his hand as he chuckled at Dylan and Luke’s petty argument about who won or not. Stella rested her hands on his shoulders, massaging them softly as she leaned down to place a few kisses on his neck “Hi handsome” 

Rutger smiled and tilted his head, Stella cupping his jaw and leaning in for a quick kiss. Rutger smiled and licked his lips once she pulled away, resting her chin on his shoulder. Rutger brought his free hand to touch her short hair, admiring her “Hey baby” 

“Hey lovebirds cut it out” Tyler playfully gagged at the sight, Stella rolled her eyes and chucked while Rut playfully flipped him off. Mark finally caught sight of his best friend and smiled waving her over, chuckling when he spilled his beer, yeah he must be tipsy. “Stell get over here, let’s kick Luke and Ethan’s ass!” 

“Be right back” Stella hummed as she placed a big wet and loud kiss on her boyfriend's cheek making him chuckle and smile big. Rut leaned back in his chair and watched as she started walking away, not before leaning forward to playfully slap her ass. Stella gasped and covered her ass, turning round to playfully glare at him but she couldn’t keep the facade, breaking out into a grin. 

Stella giggled and jogged towards them, giving a cheeky smirk to Luke and Ethan “Ready to get your asses whooped?”  

𝓻oro's note. I LOVE THEM SM!! I wrote this is like 30 minutes so I hope you guys enjoy this!! Feel free to send in some thoughts or ideas for Stella 💗 Stella and Ellen <333

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[intoxfolklorex]

"He was going to take me in. Take me back to my cousin and who knows what might have happened to me then. I don't feel bad for escaping but I do wonder if I could have done it in a less lethal way." But she'd had so much time to think since being in this camp that Sabrina knew that she needed to figure out where her lines in the sand were. "No, I know those lives belong to the man who calls himself king." That she could at least accept. "There was a version of me that once wanted to die. Wondered how hard it would be. But I am not that person and I want to live. And you and everyone else tasked to protect me won't always be around. So if the choice is between their lives and mine, I feel okay with choosing mine."

"That's just the fact of life," he agreed to himself. Feeling like he just turned his pieces into something else to at least function as he needed. "Or maybe not? Had you escaped and he'd been killed for incompetency. Or he'd been killed by a wild boar going after you in the woods. By that logic you and the queen are the blame for all the lives lost already..." He stopped realizing that she might not see it as he intended. "Not what I meant, we all know what we're fighting for. But that's just to say, taking a life is...something to contend with at times, so you're going to need to start worrying about the version of you that will be drawing the sword yourself. "

[allgoodnamesrgoneee]

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Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — After living in Madrid for nearly a year, Jude's gotten the hang of spanish. So he never thought he’d have to learn a new language just to flirt with someone—until he meets you.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Jude Bellingham x Deaf!reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 9.7k

Warnings! FLUFF!! Jude is kind of obsessed with you in the best way, lover boy, you're very adorable in this one, reader speaks but can't hear, reader can read lips,

Preview

********** Being deaf and a chatterbox is a contradiction that most people don’t know how to wrap their heads around.

But it’s who you are.

Since you can remember, you've always loved to talk—loved filling spaces with words, with thoughts, with laughter. Being deaf has never stopped you. If anything, it’s only made you more creative in how you communicate.

People underestimate how much talking you can do with your hands, how much personality you can pour into a single sign, a raised brow, a quick smirk. They think "talking" only means sound, that conversations without voices are somehow lesser, as if the absence of noise makes words any less real. You’ve spent your whole life proving them wrong.

And tonight is no different.

Your little brother practically vibrates with excitement next to you, hands flying as he signs about how insane the game was. He’s been a Real Madrid fan for as long as he’s been able to walk, and your parents had gone all out for his birthday—jerseys, meet&greet tickets, the whole experience.

So far, the night has been going well.

Your family has been cheering and chanting for Real Madrid alongside the thousands of other fans packed into the stadium, their voices blending into the electric hum of excitement that fills the air. The game has been nothing short of exhilarating, each pass, each near goal sending waves of emotion through the crowd.

Your hands ache from the number of times you’ve signed to your brother, asking for updates on what’s happening when the movements on the field become too chaotic to follow. He’s been patient, grinning as he translates key moments for you, his enthusiasm infectious.

When the final whistle blows, confirming Real Madrid’s victory, the stadium erupts into cheers. Your family is ecstatic, jumping to their feet and embracing one another in celebration. You smile, soaking in the energy, but exhaustion is already creeping in. The weight of tomorrow morning sits heavily on your shoulders.

You love nights like this—love the way your father’s face lights up after a good match, love the way your younger cousins beam with pride, shouting the players’ names like they know them personally—but you can’t afford to linger. Not when your boss expects you bright-eyed and fully alert at the crack of dawn.

You sigh, glancing at the time. If you leave now, you’ll get home at a decent hour, and maybe you'll get six hours in tonight. I should go, you sign to your brother.

He frowns. So soon?  

"I have work in the morning."  

He relays this to the rest of your family, and they groan in unison. Your mother reaches out, squeezing your arm in understanding. "Text us when you get home," you read on her lips.

You nod, exchanging quick hugs before making your way toward the exit.

The corridors are still crowded with lingering fans, some of them stopping to take pictures or rewatch highlights on their phones. You weave through them, emerging into the crisp night air just outside the stadium, and pull out your phone to call for an Uber.

Five minutes.

Not too bad.

You exhale, shoving your free hand into the pocket of your jacket as you make your way toward the designated pick-up area near the parking lot. Your feet ache slightly from standing for so long, and the cool breeze is a welcome relief after being surrounded by so much body heat. You scroll through your phone absentmindedly, debating whether to pass the time by answering a few messages or just watching the people around you.

That’s when you feel it.

A presence.

It’s subtle at first—a shift in the atmosphere, a slight prickling at the back of your neck. Then, footsteps. Slow. Unsteady.

You look up just in time to see him stumbling toward you.

The acrid scent of alcohol hits you first. It’s overpowering, the kind of stench that clings to a person’s skin and clothes, the kind that makes your stomach churn. He’s disheveled, his jacket slipping off one shoulder, his eyes unfocused. But there’s something sharp in the way he grins at you, something that immediately puts you on edge.

"Hey," he slurs.

Your grip tightens around your phone. You don't respond. Instead, you take a step back, angling your body away from him. But before you can put more distance between you, his hand shoots out, gripping your wrist with surprising strength.

"I'm talking to you, you little bitch!"

Panic spikes through you like ice water.

Your breath hitches, your heart hammering as you instinctively jerk back, trying to free yourself from his grasp. Your hands move on their own, the motions quick, desperate. Leave me alone.  

The man’s face scrunches in confusion. "What? What are you doin' with your hands?"

You swallow hard, pulse racing. You try again, this time forcing yourself to speak, hoping the sounds come out right. "I can't hear you. I'm deaf."

His expression twists into something cruel. "Deaf?" He laughs, loud and mean. "You serious?" His grip tightens. "C'mon, don’t be like that. Just talk to me.I can show you a good time."

Your throat constricts. You shake your head quickly, signing, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, over and over, even though you know there’s nothing to apologize for. It’s just instinct. A plea for him to stop, to let go.

But he doesn’t. If anything, your silence only makes him angrier.

"Stop doin' that shit!" he snaps. "Just say something!"

Before you can react, before the panic fully settles into terror, a shadow moves behind him. Fast. Deliberate. A hand clamps down on his shoulder, yanking him backward with enough force that he nearly loses his balance.

"That’s enough, mate." The voice is low, firm. Unmistakably authoritative.

The drunk stumbles, blinking in confusion as he turns to face whoever pulled him away. And that’s when you see him.

Jude Bellingham.

He’s taller than you expected, broader too, his frame imposing even in casual clothes. His coils are damp, like he just stepped out of the showers, and there’s an undeniable exhaustion in his features—deep shadows under his eyes, a certain heaviness to the way he holds himself.

But none of that matters right now. Right now, his entire focus is on the man in front of him, his jaw tight with barely contained irritation.

The drunk sneers. "Who the fuck—"

"Walk away," Jude says flatly.

The man wobbles slightly, his mind struggling to catch up as he starts recognizes Jude. His eyes widen. "I was just—"

"I don’t care." Jude’s voice is sharper now, cutting through the drunken haze like a blade. "She’s not interested. Walk away."

There’s a moment of hesitation. A beat where the drunk seems to consider whether or not this is a fight worth picking. He glances between you and Jude, his lip curling in annoyance, before finally, begrudgingly, releasing a scoff.

"Whatever," he mutters, stumbling back. "Wasn’t even worth it."

You don’t breathe until he’s gone.

The moment he disappears into the crowd, your entire body sags, tension draining so quickly that your knees feel weak. You swallow, pressing a hand to your chest in an attempt to steady yourself.

Jude turns to you then, his brows knitting together in concern. "You alright?"

You nod automatically, even though you’re not entirely sure it’s true. Your hands tremble slightly as you sign, Thank you.

Jude watches your hands carefully, and your gaze shifts to his lips expecting him to say something next—to offer words you wouldn't be able to hear. Instead, he hesitates, then lifts his hands.

You… okay? The sign is clumsy, the movements stiff, but the effort makes your heart stop.

He had recognized what you were signing before. He had understood. you think.

You nodded, your throat tight with gratitude. He relaxed a little at your response, but still glanced around, protective. "You waiting on someone?" His lips move slower this time, giving you a chance to read them.

You nod again, holding up your phone. "Uber." The words come out in a bit of a slur but he understands them.

Jude frowns, looking at your screen. "Two minutes?"

He must have seen the time displayed on your phone because there’s no way he could’ve understood the tone of your nod. "Yeah."

The way he scowls in response makes you think that’s not an acceptable answer. His eyes shift, scanning the parking lot, and you can practically see the wheels turning in his mind. "Look, you want to wait inside? The security team can keep an eye on you till your Uber arrives."

His concern is sweet, and you find yourself nodding before you can think. "Okay. Thank you."

You let him lead you back to the main building, where there’s a security team waiting by the entrance. He explains your situation, and they offer you a smile. They won't let you stay inside the stadium since the game has already ended, but they’re willing to stand outside with you until your car arrives.

You nod in gratitude and wave a goodbye as Jude makes to leave. You expect him to keep going, to be on his way, but instead, he hesitates. For a second, he just looks at you, as if deciding something, but he shakes his head, offering a quick smile as he slips away into the night.

The security team stays with you the whole time. They make sure you’re safe and wave down your Uber when it arrives. You thank them and climb into your car, making your way home.

That’s it, you think. That’s where the story ends.

But it’s only the beginning.

**********

-Bianca🌻

[kezdispenser]

Breaking Character pt13/13

Summary: You are the new cast member of 'The Boys' and you play Butcher's cousin and Soldier Boy's new love interest 'Solene'. You're introduced to the cast by the director at a dinner and you're seated next to Karl and Jensen to "bond".

Jensen had spent weeks trying to figure out the perfect way to propose. It had to be big because this woman had changed his entire life, turned it inside out, and made him better—but it also had to feel like them. He didn’t want a flashy, red-carpet moment with paparazzi. He didn’t want to do it at some fancy event with a million eyes watching.

This was about her, him, and the kids.

So, he planned. And over-planned. He ran through every possible scenario, debated for hours with Jared and Misha, even called his mom for advice.

And in the end, it came down to one question:

"What would make her laugh, cry, and call me an idiot all at once?"

The answer?

A freaking treasure hunt.

It was supposed to be a normal night. A simple, quiet evening at home.

At least, that’s what Y/N thought.

She was curled up on the couch in one of Jensen’s hoodies, flipping through a book while the kids played a game on the floor. The air smelled like popcorn and chocolate, leftovers from their earlier movie night.

And then, out of nowhere, JJ climbed onto the couch and plopped directly onto Y/N’s stomach.

Y/N groaned. “Kid, I love you, but you weigh more than you think.”

JJ just grinned and shoved a folded piece of paper into her hands. “You need to read this. Now.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What is this? Your report card? Am I supposed to be proud or concerned?”

Zeppelin giggled. “It’s a clue.”

Y/N’s eyes flickered to Jensen, who sat on the opposite couch with a smug as hell expression. Arms crossed, looking way too pleased with himself.

“Oh no.” Y/N groaned. “What did you do?”

Jensen smirked. “Read it and find out, sweetheart.”

She narrowed her eyes at him but unfolded the note anyway.

"For someone who stole my heart, it’s only fair you find the missing pieces. Clue #1: Where Zeppelin always hides when it’s bath time."

Y/N barked out a laugh. “Under the stairs? Seriously?”

Zeppelin gasped dramatically. “HOW DID YOU KNOW?”

Y/N ruffled his hair. “Because I see you, little dude.”

The kids shrieked and took off running toward the hiding spot under the stairs, practically dragging Y/N along.

Jensen stayed behind for a second, just watching. Watching her. Watching the way she fit so seamlessly into their lives, the way the kids clung to her, the way her laughter filled every corner of the house.

He exhaled slowly.

"This is it," he thought. "This is everything."

And then, shaking himself out of his thoughts, he followed after them.

Each clue led her through different parts of the house—each one tied to a moment in their relationship.

The kitchen, where they had their first real argument because Jensen used the wrong kind of cheese in the mac and cheese (she still hadn’t let him live that down).

The living room couch, where the kids had first told Y/N they loved her.

The porch swing, where they had shared countless late-night talks, their hands intertwined, the world quiet around them.

Every single stop was a memory. A reminder. A piece of their story.

By the time she reached the final clue, her fingers were trembling slightly as she unfolded it.

"Look to the sky. Your last clue is waiting."

Y/N frowned. “Look to the—”

And then she heard it.

A loud, whooshing sound.

She turned around—her eyes widening as she took in the giant hot air balloon in the backyard, glowing softly under the fairy lights that Jensen had strung up in the trees.

Y/N froze. “You have GOT to be kidding me.”

Jensen, standing next to it with his hands in his pockets, just grinned. “What, you scared?”

She turned to the kids. “Are you guys going in this?”

JJ nodded, bouncing on her feet. “DUH! It’s gonna be so fun!”

Arrow beamed. “Dad said it’s safe.”

Y/N shot Jensen a glare. “You trust him?”

“Hey,” Jensen scoffed, holding a hand over his heart. “I take great care of you guys.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “You almost cut your damn eye out trying to open a bottle of wine last week.”

“…Okay, but—”

“I had to drive us to the ER.”

“Technicalities, sweetheart.”

Y/N sighed, shaking her head, but she still let Jensen take her hand and lead her toward the balloon. “If we die, I’m haunting you.”

Jensen smirked. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The view from above was breathtaking.

The town below looked so small, the sky was painted in streaks of orange, pink, and deep purple. The air was crisp, the world quiet except for the occasional gasp from the kids as they looked out over the edge.

Jensen turned to her, his heart hammering.

This was it.

“Y/N,” he started, pulling her attention back to him.

She blinked. “Yeah?”

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before pulling a small velvet box from his pocket. “Look—I’ve thought about doing this a million different ways. Something big, something crazy, something quiet. But at the end of the day, the only thing that really matters is you, me, and these little monsters.”

Arrow gasped. “Did you just call us monsters?”

Jensen smirked. “Affectionately.”

Y/N let out a breathless laugh.

“The truth is,” Jensen continued, “I didn’t think I’d ever do this again. I thought love like this wasn’t in the cards for me. And then you came along, and you made everything easy. Even the hard shit. Even the fights, even the chaos—you made it all worth it. You made me worth it.”

Y/N’s eyes were already glossy with unshed tears.

“So,” he said, finally flipping open the box, revealing the ring. “Here I am, in a fucking hot air balloon, with my heart in my hands, asking you to marry me.”

JJ nearly screamed. “SAY YES!”

Y/N covered her face, laughing and crying at the same time. Then she dropped her hands, shaking her head.

“You absolute idiot,” she muttered.

Jensen swallowed. “…Is that a yes or—”

She lunged forward and kissed him, hard.

The kids cheered. Jensen was grinning into the kiss. And when she finally pulled back, pressing her forehead against his, she whispered, “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Jensen slipped the ring onto her finger, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles.

And as the hot air balloon floated higher into the sky, carrying them into forever, he whispered, “Good, ‘cause you’re stuck with me now.”

Jensen had never been the kind of guy to dream about his wedding day. Not really.

But this? This felt right. No over-the-top, Hollywood-style spectacle. No paparazzi swarming the venue. Just their closest friends, family, and the people who had been part of their journey from the very start. It was grand, because loving her deserved something grand. But it was also intimate, because this was theirs.

And today, she would become his wife.

The wedding was held at a private ranch in Texas—wide open fields, towering oak trees, and the sky stretching endlessly above them. Fairy lights wrapped around the wooden beams of the barn, candles flickered on every table, and wildflowers lined the aisle leading to the altar. It was rustic but elegant. Warm and inviting.

Just like them.

The sun was beginning to set, casting golden light over everything, and Jensen stood at the altar, hands clasped together, heart pounding in his chest.

Jared, his best man, leaned in and muttered, “You look like you’re gonna puke, man.”

Jensen let out a breathless chuckle. “Not helping.”

Misha, standing on the other side, smirked. “You cry, I cry. That’s how this works.”

Jensen rolled his eyes, but his grip on the inside of his jacket tightened. He hadn’t seen Y/N all day, hadn’t even spoken to her since last night.

And then, suddenly—

The music started.

A soft, acoustic version of “Iris” played through the air.

And there she was.

Jensen felt his breath hitch the second she stepped into view.

Y/N was stunning.

Her dress was everything he imagined it would be—timeless, effortless, breathtaking. The fabric hugged her in all the right places before flowing out, delicate lace trailing behind her. The setting sun bathed her in golden light, making her look almost unreal.

But it wasn’t just the dress.

It was her.

The way she looked at him like he was the only person in the world. The way her lips curved into a soft, knowing smile. The way her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

Jensen swallowed hard.

Jared nudged him. “Dude.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re crying.”

Jensen blinked rapidly, clearing his throat. “Shut up.”

When Y/N finally reached him, Jensen exhaled deeply, taking both of her hands in his.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered.

She grinned. “Hey, husband-to-be.”

The officiant started speaking, but Jensen barely heard him. His world had shrunk down to just her—the feeling of her fingers interlaced with his, the way her chest rose and fell with every nervous breath.

And then, it was time for the vows.

Jensen cleared his throat, pulling out a small piece of paper.

“I tried to write something short,” he started, voice rough with emotion. “But you know me. I suck at keeping things simple.”

A soft chuckle rippled through the crowd.

“I’ve been in love before,” he started, voice thick. “I thought I knew what it meant. I thought I understood what love was. But I was wrong. Because love isn’t just the easy parts. It’s not just the good mornings, the kisses, the date nights. Love is the days when nothing makes sense. When everything is falling apart. When you feel like you’re standing in the middle of a storm, and you don’t know which way is forward.

And Y/N—" He exhaled shakily, tightening his grip on her hands. “You were my way forward. You are my way forward.”

A tear slipped down her cheek, and Jensen reached up, brushing it away with his thumb.

“I love you,” he said. “Not just for the person you are, but for the person you make me want to be. I love the way you laugh too loudly, the way you steal my coffee even though you have your own, the way you take care of everyone around you. I love every little piece of you, and I promise you—” His voice cracked. “I promise to choose you. Over and over. Every single day. For the rest of my life.”

Y/N let out a soft, choked laugh, wiping at her eyes.

She sniffled, blinking up at him with so much love it nearly knocked the breath out of his lungs.

Her voice was shaky when she started, full of emotion. “Jensen… I spent so much of my life thinking love had to be complicated. That it had to be a battle, something to fight for, to prove. And then I met you. And you taught me that love doesn’t have to be a war.”

She squeezed his hands, her lips trembling.

“You showed me that love can be safe. That it can be warm, and steady, and something I never have to second-guess. You have been my best friend, my partner, the person I trust with every part of me. And today, I get to call you my husband.”

A single tear rolled down her cheek, but she was smiling.

“I promise to love you,” she said softly. “In the big moments and the small ones. In the quiet mornings and the stormy nights. I promise to stand beside you, to fight for you, to be the person who reminds you every single day that you are so, so loved.”

Her voice broke on the last words, and Jensen felt a tear slip down his own cheek.

There was silence—just for a second. Just long enough for the moment to settle deep in his bones.

Then, the officiant spoke.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

And Jensen—he didn’t waste a second.

He cupped her face, pulled her in, and kissed her like it was the first time, the last time, and every time in between.

The world melted away.

It was just them.

It had always been just them.

And now, forever, it would be.

They had fought for this, for each other, for the family they had built together. From the chaos of their early days, the ups and downs, the moments of doubt and confusion, they had weathered every storm. The kids, their laughter, the fights, the makeups—each part of their life together was like a piece of a puzzle, finally fitting into place.

As they stood there, exchanging vows, Jensen’s voice cracked with emotion. He wasn’t just making a promise to Y/N in that moment; he was sealing everything they had been through together—every single sacrifice, every shared moment of joy. And Y/N, with her heart full of everything she had ever hoped for, knew they had finally found their way home.

Later, in the quiet of their home, as the world outside settled into peaceful slumber, they curled up together on the couch, their fingers intertwined. Their hearts beat in sync, the weight of their journey no longer a burden but a testament to their love.

They had been through hell and back, but now, they were ready to face whatever came next. Together.

And as Y/N rested her head against Jensen’s chest, she knew that no matter where life took them, they had found something unbreakable. They had found each other.

THE END

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A/N: so yes, i did cry. im so sorry if this wasnt what you guys were expecting but this is all i could do, i've got finals in three days but here it is! This is the end of Breaking Character, and i'm so proud of how this entire series turned out, I didn't expect so much love from you guys. Thank you all <3

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[athenam]

super cliché hockey/ice-skating hermitcraft scarian au thingyy that I thought of and needed to write down somewhere

the team is scar, etho, impulse, skizz, joel, mumbo (goalie) and then also bdubs, ren, martyn, and tango as backups (they play a lot tho), X as coach

honorable mentions of Joe Hills, who is the local cheerleader who doesn't do hockey or ice-skating but instead commentates/films games and competitions on the ice and Cub who does the same but way more calm

G is an ice skater, cliché bad coach is watcher, Pearl used to do skating but decided not to do comps cause it was too much, but G kept going and is now trapped in a very toxic spot (skyblings, cousin jimmy, that's it tho)

ALSO ALSO!! lady's (plus cleo) get their own hockey team, gem is coach, false, cleo, shelby (goalie), katherine, lizzie, pearl (still wanted to do something on ice and found the team when gem moved from player to coach)

everybody is very intertwined, Evo crew of course but also Scott and Jim become quick friends (or more), zed and Tim become friends so suddenly Tim is friends with the whole team, dragging Scott with him one he finds out that's the team Martyn joined (also flower ranchers cause I said so), papa K and X are a thing, Scar and cub are brothers so Joe is also friends, Joe and cleo friends so the teams are tight, also pearlie pop and gemmy live together. AND AND mumbo and grian are childhood best friends!! they would skate on the frozen lake together, haven't seen eachother in a while, but that changes when pearl brings g around again

Other Ice-skaters: zed, (frequently seen distracting half the team when he drops in on practices), Scott, Big B, Jim (Evo crew all used to skate together, split off, G was the only one who stayed with watcher cause he was competitive like that), doc (coaches for scott and big b), and Keralis does coaching for timmy and zed (eventually for G too but that's later)

now realistically this whole plot would probably never happen but bare with me, skating comp is coming to hermitville and it's happening on the same ice as both teams play on, big championship thing is happening like a week before, G and watcher get to town early to train and G also gets to see Pearl and the game shes in with the very little free time he's got, pearl drags him out after and he meets everyone, K and X get a vibe and decide to keep an eye on the guy, Evo reunion, it's all very sweet

blah blah things happen, Evo realizes just how messed up G got, they try to get him out more, team gets very attached very quickly, they help g be human and stuff, G goes to their game too, wat her doesn't like it, Grian tells no one, 3rd act grian not talking to anyone cause he has to practice, Scar and him are crushing hard at this point so scar knows how G practices and goes out really late at night to find G practicing alone, things happen, feelings are said, G talks about how bad watcher is, scar brings him to his house and sleep over happens, competition is that day so G leaves but not without a hockey player or two, plus doc who is scary enough that watcher let's them sit in on practice of they are quiet, competition happens, G does good cause he sees his people watching and cheering watcher gets in major trouble from K and X while everyone celebrates with G happily ever after

thank you for coming to my Ted Talk, if you can write and want to write this pleaseee do!! credit would be nice tho, and a notification to when it exists would be better cause I needddd to read this so bad

[lillaydee]

Naiveté - My Pompous Sister-Cousin Ruined My Life

Joel Miller (AU) / F Reader

Someone went online to rant about her bad luck.

Inspired by @jolapeno's epistolary dear-uary challenge.

WARNINGS: Angst, Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel is a Fucking Idiot. Joel is a Clueless Idiot

Divider by the fabulous @saradika

WORD COUNT: 3510

MASTER LIST

1. Dear Aunt Prue

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Section: Rant

Posted by: ScornedSister1234

My Pompous Sister-Cousin Ruined My Life.

I need to get this out. I literally have no one to talk to about this. I have suffered in silence for 30 years. Well, no more. Strap in people, this will be a long one.

I (F35) grew up with my cousin L (F35). Her parents died and mine took her in. The day before they brought her home, my Mom sat me down and told me I needed to be nice to L. She has no one but us. Being 5, I was just excited to have a sister. She moved in, and we became best friends. Practically sisters. We even introduced ourselves as sisters. We did everything together. Literally inseparable.

School started, and as we grew older it became clearer L was nothing like me. She didn’t like to play or have fun. All she wanted to do was read and study. My friends made fun of her, called her all sorts of names, and when they found out we lived together, they made fun of me too. I had to bear the shame of having such a nerdy sister for so long. I tried to get her to join my friends and I, but she was never interested.

One good thing I’ll say about L is that she knows her place. She helped my Mom around the house and was very quick to offer her services whenever needed. I had no problems with this, until my Mom started saying I should be more helpful too, like L. I got in trouble just because I didn’t do the things she did. My Mom started a household chore chart, but I hated doing them. L didn’t want me to get in trouble, so she did them for me. She was found out, and I got in trouble anyway. You would be hard-pressed to believe she wasn’t the golden child.

I remember when I got my first make up set, we put some on each other’s faces for fun, but she quickly wiped it off hers. She said they made her face itchy. By dinnertime, her face had swollen up like a balloon and was red raw from her scratching. My parents panicked and took her to the hospital. The doctor kept asking her what she put on her face and she kept saying she didn’t put anything on it. They kept her in the hospital that night, doing tests on her, trying to find out what she was allergic to. When the results came out, I got in trouble for putting make-up on her. How was I supposed to know she was allergic? I was 12! And hello, she put some on my face too!

Every time there was a test, she would ace hers. I managed to scrape by, but whenever my parents saw her results they would hug her and treat her to something special. Of course, I didn’t get anything, but Miss Prissy Goody Two Shoes would always beg my parents to get something for me too. And my parents loved her for it. Golden hearted L. What a good girl. I should be more like her.

When she got a full scholarship to Harvard, my Dad acted like she was about to discover the cure for cancer or something. My Mom burst into tears and told her how much her parents would have been proud of her. God. It’s been years. Give it up already. They died years ago. Still dead, last I checked - no matter how many times you mention them. Newsflash Mom, dead people can’t be proud. They don’t feel anything! See? You don’t need to be a doctor to know that! It’s so frustrating! She was put on a pedestal. And I was sick and tired of it.

Do I say any of these things to her? No! Cause she’s an orphan, we mustn’t be mean to her. Cause she’s perfect, but poor her, she’s got no one. We should treat her nice. I did it all, even if my heart was screaming.

She went off to college and came home every few weeks – we lived an hour away. I have to say, I loved not having her around. I thought it was finally peaceful around the house. No perfect Miss L to show me up. But then, my parents made me get a job. I had to get the first job I could get, making pennies. My parents refused to help me buy anything anymore. I’m a grown up now, they told me. I had to find my own way.

When Nell came home for a break, she brought shiny new gadgets with her. She even had the latest iPhone, an iPad and even a MacBook. I was seething. How could my parents buy her those things and not me? Turns out, they didn’t.

It was then I found out. She had a generous trust fund. Her paternal Grandparents were very wealthy, and they set up a trust for her before they died. She never had to worry about starting her life once she graduated. She had money at the ready for a house, a car, tuition - which she did not need to use, living expenses, while I had to work 9 hours a day at a dead end job, scraping by, even while still living with my parents. Why don’t I have access to the same generous trust, you ask? Ah... we’re maternal cousins, and unfortunately, our shared Grandparents didn’t have two pennies to rub together.  

I tried to reason with my parents that she should give us some of the money, since they took her in. Apparently, the trust had been paying for her expenses since her parents passed. No wonder she had every opportunity at her feet. I could be where she is too if I had the money. My parents told me that the trust doesn’t give her the money, they get sent a receipt or something, I don’t really understand, and they reimburse her. You would think she would share the wealth, but no… she kept it all to herself, the self-important bitch. It would break the rules of the trust, my Mom said, and Prissy Miss L could never break the rule. Never mind that the person who had to give up her life as a single child was taking the bus to work and counting pennies every month.

It was humiliating. I was left alone, looking like a loser with no prospects, while she was flying high, well on her way to be a doctor. She was all everyone could talk about. My friends from high school, the very ones who used to make fun of her, began looking up to her. Suddenly this nerd they used to laugh at was an admirable person. People began telling their children to look to L. Be like L.

L, L, L, L, L.

But… she’s still my sister. So I kept it all bottled up inside. I had to accept the truth. She is the kindest, most sincere, most empathetic person I know. And despite my annoyance of her perfection, she is my best friend in the whole wide world, and I love her. She is perfect, even I had to admit that. In all areas, save for one.

Just because she’s smart and kind, doesn’t mean she’s very… socially aware. She seems to be very confused when it comes to men. She couldn’t seem to grasp that she, as a woman, is lacking. She’s too career oriented, too bookish, too proper.

Too boring.

The men she fell for has been, so far, way out of her league. Not to be mean, but she’s plain and dowdy. No way they would want her. I tried to warn her, get her to take better care of herself, so she would have a chance. But she never listens. Men after men after men. I tried to talk her up to these men, but they always ended up falling for me instead. It broke my heart to break it to her, but the heart wants what it wants, and before you guys go for me, let me tell you this - she always seemed to be okay with it.

How do I know she was okay with it? Because she introduced me to my husband, E (M38). He’s a heart surgeon at the hospital she works at. He’s very sweet, treated me well and took very good care of me. He proposed after only a year of dating, and we had an amazing marriage. He took me places I’d never even dreamed of, I finally got to the places, he bought me nice things, moved me into his amazing house, it was a dream. I didn’t even have to lift a finger. He hired someone to do it all, just so I could rest and be pampered the way I deserve. He called me his princess and showered me with gifts and basically gave me the world.

A few months ago, I decided to visit L. She’s a successful surgeon now, always working. I don’t get to see her as often as I’d like. When I arrived, her neighbour, J (M36), was fixing her faucet. He was a very good looking man. And I could tell immediately she’s into him. I can’t believe it. She’s doing it again. She’s going after a man who is way out of her league. This man is a man’s man… a manly man. He should be worshipped and treated like the king that he is. And L? She was far too busy and career-oriented to give him what he needed. I could only shake my head at her blindness. Poor L. Always wanting something she couldn’t have. But what could I do? She never learns.

A month later, I caught my husband kissing the widower next door. It was disgusting. I filed for divorce and immediately left the house. I had nowhere to go, so I went to L’s. She had the space, and it wasn’t as if she was always home anyway. We had moved a few hours flight away from our parents by then. She listened to me as I cried and told me I could stay for as long as I needed.

Because she was so busy, I spent a lot of time with J. He’s a good listener and was always willing to help. We fell for each other. It was inevitable. But my husband was delaying the divorce. He refused to even sign the papers. So J and I kept our love for each other quiet. Guys he’s the perfect man. He never hesitated to come lend a hand and ear, and most important of all, a shoulder to cry on. He’s so understanding, so empathetic, he’s just… perfect. I don’t think I have ever been in love like that before. I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life with J.  

About a month ago, after 2 months of being in denial and fighting the divorce, E finally signed the papers. I was so happy. It means J and I could make our relationship public. We could finally be a real couple. I saw him get some flowers delivered, I knew he was planning something for us that night. So I got all dressed up for a night out and just before we left for the date, J finally kissed me. It was the perfect kiss. I felt like I was soaring on cloud nine.

Here’s where everything went wrong. L saw the kiss and suddenly got all heartbroken about it. She went inside, packed a bag and left, and no one has heard from her since. And the sad thing? She was all dressed up! For some odd reason, she thought J was taking HER out! And then had the audacity to get all butthurt when she misunderstood?

It wouldn’t have been a problem – it’s not my fault she had deluded herself into an imaginary date with J. Except, J, the sweet, soft, kind-hearted soul that he is, felt sorry for her, and tried to coax her instead. He went into her house and followed her around as she packed her bag, telling her that we just fell in love. It just happened, that he didn’t do it to hurt her. L kept quiet and just left. He then told me he shouldn’t have kissed me in L’s presence, that he had always known that L had an unrequited crush on him, and that he needed time to figure out what to do about L, to let her down gently. He needed to, they live next door to each other. It would be weird for me to move in with him with her being all heartbroken next door. So we have put everything on pause since then, so that L could come to terms with reality better.

But ever since L left, J changed. To this day, he mopes around, waiting on his porch for her to come back, calling and texting her over and over. He went to all the neighbours asking if they had heard from her, even going so far as going to the hospital she works at and waited for her there in his free time, leaving me hanging.

And I don’t know how, but E and my parents found out about what happened, and shockingly, they took L’s side. I tried to explain that whatever they had heard were lies, but they hung up on me. They refused to take my calls, and J was a shell of the person that he was. He refused to pick up where we left off, too worried about what L would do if we did.

So now, I am still living at L’s, and I have nothing. E cut off any access I had to his accounts, and because of the prenup, I would be getting nothing in the divorce. My parents had blocked me, and I have no money to go home. My friends have deserted me, too worried about betraying E despite what he did. L has, so far, still granted me access to her delivery account, so I will at least be able to eat, but I don’t know how long I have before she cuts me off too.

I cannot believe she would do this to me. I cannot believe she would make this about her. I cannot believe she would paint herself as the victim, when it was her delusions that made her all heartbroken, taking everyone I care about with her. After 30 years living as sisters. My parents took her in when she had no one, and I was always nice to her. And this is how she repays me?

I don’t know where I will go from here, I don’t know how I am going to survive. I begged E to help me, but he kept blocking me everywhere. God knows how long I will have access to this phone, he might take my name out of his plan too. I don’t know what to do. I feel so alone.

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Top Comments:

User08356

Waah waah waah… me… me… me… God, do you even hear yourself woman?

DandyLion

Oh My God. I don’t have to meet this woman to know I don’t like her. She just happens to end up with all the guys L liked? And just happened to find her husband kissing the widower next door after meeting J? Sure, ScornedSister1234, the stupidest of us believe you.

KittyLady

I have never had the urge to hammer some common sense into someone’s head so much. Except the common sense might come in the shape of hot, molten lava.

User28574

Lady, go sell your stupid somewhere else. We’re all stocked up here.

UnmentionedDaughter

To all the commenters, listen up. I am J’s daughter. That’s right. J has a daughter. Did ScornedSister1234 forget to mention me? Oh, that’s right. She doesn’t even know my actual name, despite being told so many times. She claimed to be so in love with my Dad, who by the way, is not into her AT ALL, yet, forgot to mention that he has a teenage daughter. Also, she had not so subtly suggested for my Dad to send me to live on my uncle’s ranch so that he didn’t have to worry about taking care of me. Subtle, NELL. As if he would ever. He didn’t dump me when my egg-donor left, he would never do that now. He’s a father first, and if you had actually tried to get your vapid head out of your ass, you would realize that.

I was really going to keep quiet, but she smeared my favourite person apart from my Dad, uncle and aunt to the world. So I am not holding back.

FYI, you can listen to L’s version of the story here – skip to 32:44, the Dear Aunt Prue section.

This woman is straight up lying. My Dad is not into her. He’s just a kind man who doesn’t know how to say NO (I know, I gave him a hard time about it, don't worry). This man will help just about anyone, even a deranged woman like Nell. And that day he had flowers delivered? He was taking L out for dinner. It was her birthday. Not this deranged woman. L.

L is the woman my Dad is crazy about. He’s been in love with her ever since the day we moved in. And that kiss she mentioned? He didn’t kiss her. She attacked him – just surged and kissed him. He pushed her away immediately by the way, and I swear I could see him almost gag. How do I know this? Because my Dad was standing not even two steps in front of me, all ready to take L out, and this shameless woman came over all dressed up, asking my Dad to take her out to celebrate her divorce instead.

If you listen to L’s version, you will find out that Nell has been stealing men from under L all their lives (seriously, go listen to it). And reading this, I now know why. She’s just a bitter nobody who is angry the little girl her family took in, the one who supposedly had nothing and no one is doing so much better in life than she is. And here she is, badmouthing L (who is the loveliest, coolest person EVER by the way) while still LIVING IN HER HOUSE, feeding herself with L’s delivery account! Oh, and you’d think she’d be eating on the cheap, right? Nope. I saw a man deliver from a freaking steakhouse last night! Shameless much, Nell?

Oh, and if you’re worried about money, how about you come out of L’s house, live in the real world and get a job!

L, if you read this, please call Dad. He’s miserable without you. I miss you. Dad misses you. Please, L, come back. Give him a chance to explain. Please. I’m begging you.

Edit: Oh my God ladies! Stop asking for my Dad’s number! He wants L! No one else! Sheesh!

MrsDrJr

NELL, it’s me, your neighbour? Your ex-friend? I’m here to set things straight about E and the widower next door.

That widower is an 83 year old woman with dementia. She gets confused sometimes and thinks every kind man around her is her late husband. These men, most of whom are doctors, give her a small peck on the cheek sometimes when she gets confused to appease her, hold her hand and take her on walks around her garden every now and again. Nell knows this. Everyone knows this. So no, she didn’t leave her husband because he was cheating. After listening to the section at the link UnmentionedDaughter provided, coupled with the fact that she couldn’t stop yapping about her sister’s hot contractor neighbour since that day she visited, I am convinced she just left dear, kind, hardworking E for J just because she could see L liked him, and that it was reciprocated.

By the way, I also know L, I met her at some work/charity events a few times, as well as the hospital's Christmas parties. UnmentionedDaughter is right, L really is everything she mentioned and oh-so-badass. She’s the woman I want my daughters to grow up to be. She saved my daughter’s life, so I and all of my family and friends would go scorched earth to defend L. So yeah, stop with the lies, and lay on the bed you made, NELL.

User94587

Hey, I saw this post going viral, but there’s nothing here? Can someone tell me where I can get the content?

User17345

She deleted it. Got so much flak and hatred. Dumbo thought people would actually side with her. SMH.

User08966

God, I came back here to see if there’s an update. What a mess. Did UnmentionedDaughter ever update? Did J and L get together?

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3. ?????

[fazcinatingblog]

My cat saw me singing to the Carlton song tonight (well, just me saying the Fasolo and bianco parts) and will report back to my parents and I'll never be allowed to set foot in their house again

[pseudophan]

what if the special guests at the la show are mcr and fob

it won't be because if it was fate would give me the money to go to that show <3 that being said anyone want to pay for me to got to the la show cause i will

[thebirdandhersong]

lads it is mostly my fault (was sick, didn't tell healthcare until it was Dire, was sentenced to bed rest for the rest of my time at camp) that I literally can't say goodbye to these 100+ people I've come to love properly before I leave. I'm not permitted to participate in any singing, dancing, communal joy, any event that's remotely fun (that's nearly word for word what they said) here at camp. and I'm leaving EARLY, am still miserably sick, and have a four hour commute back home on top of that, because there's no one available to drive. literally cried my eyes out over everything just now and am This Close to crying my eyes out againnnnn

[widowshill]

— But it's almost midnight. — Oh, that's the point! At the stroke of twelve, he turns into Dracula. C'mon, Vicki – he won't bite.

pose ref.

[yippie-madness]

force myself to live through new years or kill myself. that is the question.

[sugaroto]

Made this meme some months ago but forgot about it, yesterday some kids at work told me I looked 30 and thought I was talking about my daughter (I'm 18 and I was talking about my cousin)

[trevination]

my relationship with the places ive lived and where i wanna go is. very strange

[rowanhoney]

made the mistake of looking at recommended insta accounts. From people i went to school with

[stripesysheaven]

going to throw up my cousin just texted me. we haven’t talked since i was like 8

[water-gazer]

I love you so much. For trying. For struggling through it. I'm so proud of you for surviving everything life has been throwing at you.

It's not easy. But you're doing it. I believe in you, and that if you keep going, you're going to get better and better. Handling problems is a learned skill that is honed and sharpened with each passing day.

The next time you think to yourself that you're stuck in a rut, just remember the things you've done in spite of it.

Have you fed yourself? Have you cleaned yourself? Have you done the dishes? Gone for a walk? All points! And if you haven't, that's okay! Take it one task a day.

There is no shame in taking your time to get things done. You just have to *keep going*

Promise me?