#her being so shocked that clementine likes her

[lesvianism]

i feel like people wouldn’t have been so shitty in regards to violet if the game was more transparent about the issues within violet and minerva’s relationship before she was taken.

like i’m pretty sure the game developers did mention how vi wasn’t really getting the treatment she should’ve been (??) in the relationship, and you do see it in certain scenes, but those scenes are mostly in the romance violet route, so people who already decided to hate her and only play the louis route didn’t get to see them.

[zvdvdlvr]

Could you pretty please write an imagine being house s/o, only Wilson knows, either being under him in his team or in a different department. You guys have a kid together and get called from her preschool or babysitter and end up having to bring her to work with you and the kid exposes you?

As well as just some dad house

surprise? ✩ gregory house

You had the situation under control until Greg had decided to teach his little ducklings a lesson in thievery. To be more specific, Greg had shown up to Cuddy’s office- hoping to ‘borrow’ some classified documents about the patient Cuddy had forced them to treat- while you were in there- trying to convince Aunt Lisa to babysit for a few hours.

The first two hours had been fine with Clementine, but nearing the end of the third hour you had realized how hungry she had gotten. Clementine had been relatively quiet: playing with her dolls and practicing her spelling words for school and such, but she was slowly getting bored.

Being the head of radiology meant that you were constantly discussing and interacting with patients, staff, or other important individuals. So far, the first five patients you’ve spoken with hadn’t minded Clementine’s quiet chatter or when she tried to strike up a conversation with them. But that didn’t mean you felt comfortable with your own baby girl while you weren’t giving her your full attention.

And of course the moment you decide to see if Cuddy could take some time to watch Clem, Greg emerges.

“Lisa, please. Just thirty-“

“Daddy!” Clementine squeals, point and squirming around in your hold. “Mama! Look, it’s daddy! Hi daddy!”

You turn, expecting to see your husband alone. Instead of one person, you lock eyes with a beyond shocked Cameron, Chase, and Eric. Greg smiles awkwardly at you, trying to ignore the stares of his lackeys. “I have a meeting soon. Take Clem, Greg. Make sure she eats,” you continue on casually, letting Clementine clint happily to her dad. You thrn to Cuddy and then at Celementine again.

“Make sure to keep an eye on daddy, okay my little love?” You coo. Clementine smiles brightly at you.

“Okay, mama.”

“Don’t lose her,” you tell your husband dryly before patting him on the shoulder and walking out the door.

The three ducklings exchanged glances. In front of them, Clementine pokes Greg’s cheeks after inflated like a balloon. “I’m- I’m going to run another blood culture and make sure his calcium levels are normal,” Chase bullshits, fumbling for an excuse to leave.

“Say bye-bye to the blonde man, Clementine,” Greg tells his daughter.

Chase doesn’t know how to feel when his boss’s daughter waves her chubby little hand and says “bye-bye, blonde man”.

🫀- bonus:

When you swing by Greg’s office after work, you feel a smile pull at your tired lips. On Greg’s chair, your husband has his legs kicked up comfortably on the foot rest. Clementine sleeps silently on him with Greg’s arm wrapped protectively around her little back to prevent her from falling. The soothing chords of the piani drift from Greg’s record player, and you already regret having to wake up the two loves of your life.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

The Larks and Being Sick

Cole

Will still try to push themself to perform, but even they have their limits

Conks the hell out when they’re sick, and they’ll sleep for hours (Perrine thought they died once)

Loses their voice. Thinks they’ll never be able to sing again.

Hand tremors won’t let them play their instrument

Gets flustered easily with a lot of affection and care (like if they have to be spoon fed because they’re too weak to hold a bowl themself)

Tries to deter cuddles because they don’t want to get anyone else sick

Emetophobic, and ends up making themself more sick by stressing out over possibly throwing up

Clementine

Super cuddly when they’re sick (usually SOMEONE gets sick after them because they were cuddling)

Mainly because they get really bad chills, so they just want to snuggle up to someone to keep warm

Quiet and mumbly

However, they will ramble deliriously when their fever gets too high

PILED with blankets (which Perrine will have to confiscate so they don’t get overheated, much to their dismay)

Kingsley

A big whiny baby when he’s sick

SUPER overdramatic

“I’M DYING!!!” “You have a cold.”

There’s sometimes a little bit of a “boy who cried wolf” situation with him, where he dramatizes how sick he is, but the others would never leave him to fend for himself, even after all the stuff he pulls for fun

When he has to be spoon fed because he’s too weak from the sickness, he’ll somehow find the strength to make a joke like “chop, chop, peasant!” (Perrine once considered pouring the water she was helping him drink over him)

When he’s really sick, he’s super lethargic, and it’s jarring to see him so worn out when he’s usually the most energetic in the group

Likes to lay his head into the lap of one of the others so they’ll play with his hair, soothing him

Will sometimes force himself into the lap of one of the others (mainly Perrine because she’s the big sibling of the group)

Perrine

Hates being taken care of, so she will act like she’s perfectly fine (she’s not)

Will refuse any and all help until she physically can’t move anymore—and even then, she’ll be stubborn

Pulls out the “but I’m the oldest!” card whenever anyone tries to take care of her

“You’re sick.” “No, I’m not.” “You’re burning up.” “I’m naturally warm.” “You’re shaking.” “It’s just a little cold.” “You literally just threw up.” “I meant to do that.”

She worries about the others when she’s sick in bed. What if something happens? What if they burn the house down while cooking?

Cuddly when she’s ill, but she doesn’t go out of her way to ask for any affection. However, she certainly won’t refuse any…

Easily becomes a little stir crazy from laying in bed. She also gets bored fast. She’s wasting so much time just laying around!

Wears her mask 24/7 to hide how pale and flushed she is from fever (the mask is making her sweat bullets)

Once threw up on stage and then passed out mid-performance because she underestimated how bad she felt (everyone was in a state of shock. she had to be dragged offstage by Cole and Clementine while Kingsley distracted the crowd)

Another time she was making breakfast for the group and fainted, and when she woke up, she was covered in oatmeal from managing to bring the bowl down with her

Would rather starve or die of dehydration than have one of the others spoon feed her

One time, ALL of the kids were sick at once, but Perrine pushed through it to take care of the others (she felt like death after, but anything for her friends)

[child0feden]

OH MY DARLING

peter steele x reader x ( platonic! ) oc daughter

♡ general headcanons for peter as a girl dad!

୨୧ the most adorable request ever, love it and i hope you love this anon! i gave the daughter a name but it isn’t a major thing at all so you could imagine to be something else and the walking dead game brainrot is kind of heavy lol, sweetpea is just such a cute nickname so i ripped it <3

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reading music recommendations: ecstasy by crooked still - apple by cibo matto

♡ i feel like your daughter would be a carbon copy of peter!

୨୧ she has his deep green eye colour, his raven black hair and so on! she probably only inherited very small features from you but peter says he sees them very clearly in her

♡ the only thing she didn’t get from him is his height and build… i mean obviously, because she’s just a baby and all but even still, she’s super small, even for a child

୨୧ she’s the shortest in her daycare and just has the most adorable little features on her face!

♡ her tiny little button nose is your and peters favourite, both of you always place kisses on her nose, ever since she was a newborn

୨୧ maybe it’s just because i’ve been replaying the walking dead and just adore clementine so much but i can see you guys naming your daughter clementine! it’s just such a cute name

♡ peter would sing “ oh my darling clementine ” to her all the time when she woke up crying as a newborn and it just kind of stuck as she grew up

୨୧ whenever she has a bad dream as a toddler and needs help getting back to sleep, he’ll kneel next to her bed and stroke her hair whilst quietly singing the song in his deep voice as you watch lovingly from the doorway

♡ when he’s not singing her to sleep, he’s telling her a custom fairytale!

୨୧ he used to read ones from books for her but she never liked them too much, she’s super creative and original like her father, so she always thought they were just kind of boring and always the same

♡ so now, peter makes his own up as he goes! usually fairytales about vampires and other gothic things but she loves them

୨୧ she’s a total daddy’s girl! the second she was placed in his arms after being born, you could see they would share something special

♡ as a newborn, she’d cry for so long until peter took her into his arms! she would calm down a little with you but she would only fully stop crying when you handed her over to her papa and he rocked her tiny body in his big arms whilst he softly shushed her and leaned his head down to give her eskimo kisses

“ you’re okay, sweetpea… nothings wrong, see? papa’s got you, you’re okay… it’s okay ” ( her crying draws to a stop almost immediately as your mouth drops open in shock, peter simply throwing you a cheeky wink before cooing down at his little girl and giving her his finger to hold )

୨୧ whenever peter holds her in his arms, she almost doesn’t look real! ever since she was a baby, she looks more like a little porcelain doll rather than a real child due to their major difference in size and build

♡ but it’s so so so cute! he loves holding her because she’s just lighter than a feather to him

୨୧ she especially loves being placed on his shoulders because she says it makes her feel like a princess riding a big horse or tamed dragon

♡ taking her to type o negative concerts is always a trip! people backstage will immediately know who she’s related to the second they lay eyes on her, connecting her to the frontman within a split second due to how much she resembles peter

୨୧ you’ll often stand to the side of the stage, backstage and protected, your daughter held on your hip with soundproof headphones placed over her small and sensitive ears and yet she’ll still softly bob her head to the extremely muffled music making it through

♡ peter will usually dedicate a song to her, often her favourite one or one he wrote for her, and blow a kiss to the both of you as she catches it in her small hand and excitedly waves to him with a cheeky smile on her face

୨୧ speaking of a song he wrote for her, he absolutely has at least one song wrote about and for her!

♡ he probably wrote it when she was a newborn, during one of the many early nights where he had been awoken by her high pitched cries and went to comfort her whilst making sure you got your well deserved rest

୨୧ he wrote it on a notepad whilst sitting in a chair in her nursery after putting her back to sleep, looking up from the notepad every couple of minutes to admire his baby girl as she slept peacefully in her crib

♡ yeah, his perfect little girl was the most deserving of a song in her name

୨୧ he’ll always make sure that the backstage staff have juice boxes and snacks for her too! it’s the thing at the very top of the list for essentials that the band will need for a show

♡ peter will absolutely let your daughter colour in his tattoos if she wanted to!

୨୧ you’ll probably be cuddled up on the couch watching a movie or something and she’ll come running up to you two with a box of coloured markers, speaking in a rushed and excited tone whilst climbing up onto the couch, with a lot of help from her papa

♡ both you and peter give a laugh at how excited she is before peter gently ruffles her hair, letting her take his arm onto her lap and start colouring, admiring her with a loving look in his eyes

�� hm? oh! ‘s looking good, sweetpea! wow, look at that, you’ve stayed in the lines so well! ” ( she really hasn’t but it’s his baby girl, she can do no wrong )

୨୧ to be honest, he’d probably get a tattoo of one of her drawings!

♡ he’d give her a piece of paper and tell her to draw something cool and pretty before giving a piece to you too, asking you to write your name and get her to write her own when she’s done with her drawing

୨୧ within the week, peter has a messy dragon doodle and your and her name tattooed on his body, her name being a mere cute little chicken scrawl

♡ your daughter loves trying to scare her papa, always creeping up behind him whilst he writes some lyrics on a notepad or jumping out from behind a curtain as he walks by

୨୧ but of course, it never actually scares peter… he heard her tiny shoes tapping against the floor as she crept up behind him and her muffled giggles as she tried to hide them behind her hand

♡ and of course, he saw her outline behind the curtain and her fluffy socked feet were completely uncovered

୨୧ but he makes sure she doesn’t know that, he always puts on a spooked face and an over exaggerated gasp before kneeling down slightly and taking her into his arms as she giggles up a storm, proclaiming how she got him

“ you sure did get me, sweetpea! how didn’t i hear you, huh? you must’ve been floating like a ghost! my little ghost, hm? ” ( is lying really all that bad if it makes his baby girl show him that bright, beautiful little smile? )

♡ peter will always let her play with his hair!

୨୧ she wants to decorate it with an assortment of “ girly ” clips? go for it! he has no problem with it at all, he’ll sit on the floor in front of the couch whilst she sits on it behind him, so that there isn’t a major difference in height

♡ you and your daughter both love making his hair “ pretty ” and peter just loves seeing a smile on both of your faces, you’ll help her pick the prettiest clips and share beaming smiles with peter <3

[spacedlexi]

As someone who loves both Kenny and Violet, I feel like I’ve found my calling here 😭😭😭

They’re genuinely so similar, and I do agree that the fandom has male bias, as well as protagonist bias actually

Clementine has the opportunity to befriend/romance Violet and then let her get kidnapped 20 minutes later. And for Violet, that is the most obvious feeling of betrayal! I don’t understand why people in the fandom struggle to realize that their actions have consequences

Lee can basically hate Kenny the entirety of the first season and then the fandom defends Kenny for his actions.

Clearly most of us totally understand Kenny’s response to Lee’s and by extension Clementine’s behavior, so why can’t they understand Violet’s response to Clem’s? Makes no sense to me

honestly i feel like aside from having a male bias the fandom has more of a kenny bias than a protag bias. i see his ass EVERYWHERE. CONSTANTLY. some people act like he raised clem as much as lee did 😭 (and i dont like the way the fandom talks about clem sometimes 😒 ties into the "weird about women" stuff)(and javi? wheres javi? i would like to see more javi. i actually think i see david more than javi)

anyway. i DO find kenny to be a compelling character and understand Why hes popular. its why i initially thought vi would be more popular among those fans! people who like both kenny and vi i can trust to have understood the assignment 💀 because they really do share similarities. but things some people LOVE kenny for they absolutely LOATHE violet for. and its just???? whats not clicking???

i really dont understand why some people act So Shocked by violets reaction in the cells. like hello?? YOU did this to her??? shes done nothing but put herself on the line for clem (even if clem is mean and ungrateful about it), and the One time vi needs clem to have her back, she doesnt (even tho its an impossible choice to make, and deep down vi understands this). and people shock pikachu face when it pushes her back to minnie like no shit??? but i dont think theyre even paying attention to violets character in the first place so 🙄😑 violet settled into that leadership position on her own and not only do you strip her of that role by letting her get taken she also feels discarded by the One Person who was actually influencing her to change for the better in the first place. AND you can do it all 20 minutes after kissing her. of course shes hurt!!! but people act like shes soooo unreasonable for her behavior (and vi would later agree with them! she tries apologizing to clem on the beach actually. thats how quickly she regrets it. but its too late at that point for her i guess 🙄 irredeemable. to the stocks)

kenny will Literally refuse to help lee look for clem if you pissed him off too much like 😭?? if you arent kissing kennys ass 24/7 he is the worlds biggest bitch about it. but endless excuses for kennys behavior for some reason 🤨 him trying to save ben (or christa but its better with ben narratively) is his first Real selfless act and its why its such a compelling conclusion for his S1 arc (only compounded by the fact its BEN of all people hes trying to save, the reason his family is dead). and S2 kenny is all about how his mental health is in sharp decline and hes becoming more violent as he attempts to control what he cannot 💀 kenny defenders out here using up all the oxygen in the room to make excuses for his actions but the minute vi makes One mistake she immediately regrets (after being nothing but loyal), shes an evil bitch deserving of what she got 😐

gee i wonder why 😭😔

[akiiame-blog]

Hey I just wanted to state that you are one of the people who have made me fall in love again with Mareach. Thank you so much.

My question for you is if Peach and Mario would ever renew their vows. They really love eachother and have no problem sharing that love. Maybe they would do the wedding over again because of it being mentioned by Clementine?

The scenario would be thay Clementine comes across her parents wedding photos and asks where she was. Mario and Peach explain that she was not even there yet and she is a bit sad about that. She would have loved to be there and asks them if they can get married again.

Mario and Peach are shocked but are not opposed so they do it again as a celebration of their love and to make their child experience it. Another reason would be because it would be cute to see Clementine as a flowergirl.

I'm honored to have been one of the people to get you back into the ship :)

That is an ADORABLE scenario, and it inspired me to draw out what Flower Girl Clementine would look like

[wildemaven]

Sweet Creature: Chapter Two

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

WC: 5145

Summary: A washed up movie star with a failing career, fresh out of rehab and looking to turn his life around. He moves back to his small hometown to take a break from stardom and help his sister out with his niece— He’s traded the high-life for school runs and crafting. What he doesn’t except is to meet you, his niece’s school teacher who couldn’t care less about his extensive filmography or his dwindling fame.

Warnings: 18+ Blog; talk of drug use (no actual using), absent parents, mention of food and alcohol, slow burn, brown fuzzy coat, self doubt, break-up mention, annoyance towards actors, cursing, 2nd POV, that should be it but if I missed anything please let me know

A/N: It’s here!! I’m really excited for this chapter, lots of little things I love about that I’m so excited for you to read. This chapter is where we meet reader and learn a little bit about her. I wanted to also note, there will be an eventual nickname used, we just haven’t gotten to it being used yet so for now I’m not mentioning it. The response to this series has been so amazing and I’m so grateful for all the wonderful feedback!! Another big thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for taking the time to beta for me!! You’re a champ for putting up with my spelling errors. Update: adding link to mug that is mentioned -> etsy shop

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“Diem, you can’t really be considering this?! Did you forget, he was literally doing drugs off of your toilet!” 

You pour another glass of a sweet sparkling wine you’d picked up before heading to Diem’s for your weekly chat session, then settling back into the array of plush couch cushions— a night to decompress a bit, vent and just catch up on the week’s happenings. 

“Well, I’ve already considered and told him yes.”

“What?” You nearly spit your drink out in shock. “I don’t want to say I told you so, but I kind of called it when you invited him to Wren’s party. I just— I don’t want to see you hurt again.”

“Look, I know you’re just being protective, and I’m so grateful for that, I truly am— but you have to just let me make this decision and trust that he’s going to be clean like he says he is. This is his longest stay in treatment, that’s got to be a good sign, right?” 

The one thing you loved most about Diem was her big heart and her constant need to mother everyone around her. 

She had literally taken you under her wing when you’d decided to uproot your entire life and move to a random city you had zero ties to. 

A chance meeting in the halls of your new employer, Ojai Valley School, while rounding the corner and bumping into each other. Your stack of lesson plans scattering about the concrete floor and her basket of snacks toppling over— a dozen or so clementine oranges rolling around the haphazard mess of papers. 

In sorting out each other’s disarray, you’d learned she was a parent of a kindergartener, to which you shared being the new first grade teacher. 

Somewhere in the midst of an over abundance of apologies for the mishap and swapping mini life stories on the walk together to your classroom, her daughter’s class coincidentally next door, there was an exchanging of phone numbers and a no pressure invitation for drinks and appetizers at her place— she dubbed it as a proper ‘welcome to the neighborhood.’ 

A week later you found yourself in Diem’s living room bonding over similar interests with wooden platters of too expensive crackers, hard to pronounce cheeses, thinly sliced deli meats paired with quickly mixed and shaken cocktails over ice. 

She shared her struggles being a single mom who was embarking on a new business adventure all while co-parenting with her ex-boyfriend. You learned her family didn’t live close, parents usually traveling through some part of the world or staying in one of their many extravagant vacation homes, while her brother was some big name movie star— Dieter Bravo, whom you’d seen plastered on the covers of gossip magazines. 

There was an instant friendship between the two of you that flourished as the months went on— a sisterly bond you’d never had being an only child. 

Weekly chats developed into spending not only more time with Diem, but with Wren as well. Dinners and movie nights became a regular thing, rotating hosting duties while Wren always had the final say in the movie. You shared your love for art with them as much as you could, making sure to invite them both when a new artist had their latest installment showing at one of the many galleries in town, Wren always so captivated with your interpretations of the art on display, encouraging her to seek out her own. If Diem ever found herself in a pinch with the hotel, you were more than excited to spend more time with Wren, especially on the warmer days where you both could take advantage of the pool and soak up the California sun. 

You felt like an instant local and less of a transplant after a few months, building your own connections with merchants and finding your own niche outside of teaching within Ojai— you were a welcomed presence. 

“I’m sorry Diem, I just have flashbacks to seeing him slumped over on the bathroom floor, high out of his mind— That look on your face ate me up inside.” You sigh at the recollection of your first meeting of her brother Dieter, all disheveled and extremely inebriated. Diem had cried on your shoulder for hours after everyone had left the party, but you did your best to comfort her as time went on. “I’ll be here for you if you need anything.”

She reaches over to you and gives you a hug, reassurance that she appreciates you always having her back. 

“Thank you. I promise, any little inkling of something being off and he’s out. Just try to be a little nice to him, give him a chance to prove himself. He said he’ll be here in a few weeks and I’d love for you two to get a proper meeting, so let me know what your schedule is looking like.”

“I’ll try to be on my best behavior.” You playfully roll your eyes at her, but you would really try to be as open as you could be, especially for her and Wren. 

“Okay, enough about me and my stuff. What’s new with you?? Any hot dates??”

Your dating life was near nonexistent. Yeah, you dated, but that was as far as things went. 

Your last relationship had ended in a breakup before your move. Both of you wanting different things, you wanting him to move with you and him wanting to stay rooted, while also refusing to try the long distance thing, deciding a clean break was best for the both of you. 

“Ugh. I went on one the other day. One of the teachers cornered me in the break room and insisted on setting me up with her neighbor.”

“And?”

“And, it was a disaster. He was late to the restaurant and then he was excusing himself every fifteen minutes to go to the bar to watch some sport’s playoffs. He also ordered for me off the kid’s menu, said he thought the restaurant was overpriced— he picked it mind you. Safe to say there was nothing ‘hot’ about the date. I literally give up. I’ll live the rest of my life alone— maybe I should get a cat or two.”

Your body slinks back amusingly into the couch cushions. 

“Oh my god. Stop!” She swats jokingly at your limp arm. “You’re so dramatic. Firstly, don’t accept any dates from colleagues— those are always bound to be disastrous! Secondly, you won’t be alone forever. You just have to open yourself up to the possibility of something just happening organically— like fate! Thirdly— no cats! Wren’s allergic and I can’t deal with that mess of meltdowns from her wanting one of her own.”

“Why do you always have to be my voice of reason?!”

“Because that’s what friends are for… Babe!”

“I hate you!” You’re both in a fit of giggles as you toss a pillow across the couch at her. 

“Oh! I do have some good news though! The gallery said they’re holding one last artist showcase before closing the doors and they offered it to me.”

Reverie Studio, a cute little art gallery and workshop space, had become a sanctuary for your creative imagination to live freely. They offered classes throughout the year to varying types of artists, novice to well seasoned, in their workshop space in the back of the gallery. 

The gallery itself was spacious and washed in white, perfect for featuring painted canvases, framed photographs or ceramic sculptures. Giant bright windows facing Main Street, allowed for ample viewing for visitors. 

You’d taken a few classes as a way to submerse yourself into the community, hoping to build some connections with like minded individuals. At one point you’d noticed the bulletin board that held a plethora of business cards, class schedules and other various information about town happenings, had a help wanted flier for the studio itself looking for someone to teach a few classes. You, being a teacher already, as well as an artist, decided to seek out more information. They hired you on the spot and allowed you to decide what classes you wanted to offer. 

The latest flier was informing that the owners decided they would be closing their doors soon. If you had the means, you would have put an offer on the business to keep it open, unfortunately with your salary as a teacher it wouldn’t be feasible. While you were sad you’d be losing Reverie, you were grateful they considered your art to be shown as their last installment. 

“What?! That is amazing! Finally people can see the amazing things you paint— I’ve been dreaming of this moment for you!! Also, I told you my brother’s an artist right?”

“Like, ‘I’m an actor, art is my passion’ while having zero idea how watercolor works…” Air quotes adding emphasis to your mockery.

“I thought you said you were going to be on your best behavior?” She tosses a pillow right back at you, nearly knocking over your empty glass in the process. 

“Sorry, I had to get it out.” Thankfully she could sense your campy tone. 

“I’m going to head out, there’s a stack of papers calling my name that I need to grade.” You state, grabbing your purse and making your way to the front door. “I’ll see you at drop off.” Throwing her a wave as you walk down the path leading to the main sidewalk. 

“Oh! Before I forget, Wren asked if she could come paint sometime. Told her I’d run it by you first and see if there was any space for her.” 

“Of course— Anytime!”

“Perfect. We'll chat more about it later then. Text me when you get home!” Diem leaning into the door frame, practically shouting as you cross the street, knowing you live a less than five minute walk down the block. 

“Oh! And I want to have you over for dinner when Dieter gets here!!”

“Goodnight Diem!” Throwing a lax wave back at her. 

*

Dieter can’t remember a time he’d slept so well. Could be the comfortable pillow top mattress, or it could be due to the fact this is the most relaxed he’s felt in years. 

There’s clanking coming from what he can only assume is the kitchen, followed by the strong aroma of fresh brewed coffee. Diem is awake, still the early bird that she’s always been. 

He begins to extricate himself from the cushy bed, swinging his legs over the edge, his body following suit into a somewhat hunched over sitting position. His fingers pick at the tiny sleep crystals embedded in the corners of his eyes, a few blinks to adjust to the light, his sight still a bit blurry. 

An audible lazy yawn works its way through his mouth, sleep still ruminating within him for the time being. He reaches over to the side table to grab his black framed glasses, a few swipes over the lens glass with the crumpled top sheet before he’s lifting them to the window for a quick smudge inspection— passable and now snug to his face. 

He convinces his body to rise to his full height, joints and muscles adjusting to their proper positions after several hours of a sedentary vacation. A quick roll of the neck and overhead arm stretches ramp up his alertness. 

Stepping over yesterday’s clothes still plopped in the middle of the floor, he digs through his bags in search of something to cover his boxer clad body with the intent to make the trek through the house to a cup of rich amber heaven. 

The air has a slight chill to it, not an uncommon occurrence being tucked in a valley on a California morning. He pulls on his favorite lounge pants, dark stripes pair with a thin cottony fabric worn in from years of wearing— a security blanket of sorts. Throwing his giant fuzzy overcoat over a wrinkled shirt while taking a few deep breaths, schooling his trepidation and the fact that a new life awaits him on the other side of the door. 

*

Sure enough, Diem is busy moving about the kitchen. A mom through and through multitasking her way through the morning— coffee made with mugs set out, breakfast of eggs and toast plated waiting to be eaten,  and a million other little tasks that seem to keep her attention focused. 

“I can’t believe you still have that damn coat, I beg you don’t wear it in public.”

“Good morning to you too!” That first sentence a bit gravelly as he looks down to inspect the coat Diem had just insulted. “What’s wrong with my coat?”

“It makes you look— a little tacky and less ‘I’ve finally got my life together.’” He shakes his head at her remark, deciding he’ll leave out the part that it’s just a house coat these days. 

“How’d you sleep?”

“Good. Best sleep I’ve had in awhile. Gonna need to know where I can get one of those beds for home.” Grabbing one of the mugs and pouring himself a decent amount of coffee, then positioning himself onto one of the barstools in front of his awaiting breakfast. 

“That would be a “we’re so proud of you, here’s a bed” gift from mom and dad.” He can sense her somewhat sore tone as she wipes up the counters. 

“You hear from them lately?” 

“Aside from the gifts they send regularly for Wren and a few emails updating on their whereabouts, they seem to be living up to the absentee status quite well.” 

He doesn’t expect the weight of her response to hit him so fiercely, knowing his own presence had been equally lacking as well. 

“I’m sorry.” It seems like the only adequate answer. 

“For what? It’s not your fault our parent’s decision to be unavailable the majority of our lives. I mean, I love them and I know they love us, but they sure have a weird way of showing it.”

“Yeah— well, I can’t say my track record has been any better over the years.” He wishes he could omit the guilt, but acknowledging and accepting his own absence seems like a more appropriate approach to mending the past. 

“Hey, no! I’m not trying to project any of my thoughts onto you.” Her movements halted, giving her full attention to the conversation. “You made an effort, regardless of your— your situation through the years, you still made time for us. We see them maybe twice if we’re lucky. Sometimes they surprise Wren with a FaceTime call, probably so she doesn’t forget what they look like.”

His fork scrapes through his runny eggs, taking his anger out on them seems like a better alternative to a seething phone call to his parents. He’s not sure they’d even answer if he did call. Communication between him and them was tenuous, having sent them a few emails while in rehab, their only response was “That’s great. We love you!”

“Plus, you’re here now. Look at it as a second chance to make up for lost time.” 

Before he’s able to give much thought to the prospect of a second chance, the trotting of tiny footsteps is heard coming from the hall. 

“Uncle Dude!!! You’re here, you’re here!” Wren’s tiny little body launched into his chest as he tried to squat down to her level. 

Uncle Dude. When Wren was younger, she had trouble with his name when her vocabulary started to expand, certain letter patterns fairing more difficult than others. Dieter joked around with the idea of her calling him ‘The Dude’, The Big Lebowski being one of his comfort films. Diem tried everything in her powers to make it not happen, but it only took an entire weekend of Dieter coaching the then 3 year old and Uncle Dude came to be. 

“Hey Birdie! Gosh, you’ve gotten so big!”

“I know, mama said I hafta eat all my vegetables ‘cause they will make me grow and grow and grow.” She wraps her little arms around his neck, squeezing him tight before pulling back and fully inspecting him. “You brought teddy jacket wiff you!!” Her little hands running through the brown sherpa fabric of his coat, which she claimed felt like a teddy bear— Teddy Jacket. 

“Brought it just for you.” He shoots a sarcastic smile over to Diem, who is doing her best to not make her eye rolling obvious, then plants a kiss to Wren’s tiny forehead.

“Okay Miss Wren, you’ve got to eat breakfast and get dressed for school.” Diem pulling out the mom voice, making both him and Wren exchange a brief scrunched expression. 

Wren climbs the legs of the barstool and settles into its seat. “But I wanna stay wiff Uncle Dude! He always gets me donuts for breakfast!” Her little voice floats through the air and wraps itself around his heart, clenching over how much he’s missed her. 

“Uncle Dude is actually taking you to school today, so you’ll have plenty of time before school to hang out. And we can do donuts a different time, eat your eggs then go get yourself dressed.” 

“Are you gonna be here when I get home too?!” Looking at Dieter with pleading eyes. 

“Heck yeah! I’ll be here for a while!” Dieter leans in close enough so only Wren can hear. “If you hurry up, we can get donuts before school, our secret!”

“YAY!!!” 

Diem looks over her shoulder at the two of them, an eyebrow cocked at Wren’s abrupt excitement, then looking at Dieter and only getting an innocent shoulder shrug from him. 

“I’m going to head out then if you’ve got this under control.” Dieter nods in agreement, finishing off the remainder of his coffee. “Perfect! I already left a message with the school you’d be dropping her off. No need to worry about picking her up, she has a wellness check with her doctor, so I’ll take her to that before we head home.” Diem scurrying around, grabbing items from different areas of the room and tossing into her oversized tote, before giving a kiss to Wren and quick hug to Dieter. “I’ll see you both later. Love you, bye!!” The door shutting quickly behind her. 

There’s a beat of silence as Wren and Dieter exchange looks, as if they know what each other is thinking. 

“DONUTS!!” Both announce in unison, high fives and uncoordinated movements as they both flail about. 

“Alright Birdie, let’s get dressed and go!”

“Let’s go!!”

*

As promised, donuts were a designated stop on the way to school. Wren’s excitement was written all over her face as she peered through the bakery case deliberating on her choice. Dieter missed this, moments spent with her as she explored the world around her. Thinking back to his conversation with Diem, this instance is proof second chances exist. 

“Thanks Uncle Dude for the donut!” He glances back at Wren in the rear view mirror, buckled securely into her booster seat, flakes of pink donut frosting smeared around her mouth, curls slightly bouncing as she bobs her head to the music she requested as Dieter buckled her in. 

“No problem Birdie. Here, why don’t you wipe your face— hide the evidence.” He hands her a napkin, hoping she can manage on her own— she seems to do a good enough job of it. 

“Donuts make me happy.” 

“They do, do they?”

“Yeah! They make me smile. Mama says being a movie star makes you happy.”

“She did?” 

“Yep! Does it?”

He thinks it does, or it used to at least. There was a time when the love he had for acting was limitless— he would eat, sleep and breathe acting. Getting sought after roles, memorizing pages worth of lines, stepping into character the instant the director said action. Acting filled a void in him that had been vacant for years. 

“It used to make me really happy.”

“But it doesn’t anymore?” 

“I don’t know, still trying to figure that out.”

“Mama says your heart knows when it’s happy, so just listen to your heart Uncle Dude!”

“I’ll do that, thanks Birdie.”

*

Most of your school mornings ran the same way. You tend to wake before your alarm ever has a chance to alert you, you’ve made such a habit of it you’re not sure why you bother setting one. You read somewhere about how cold showers at the start of the day help wake your mind, could be total bullshit but for some reason you believe it works— they’re the longest 2 minutes of your day. Being a private school teacher, the attire on school grounds tends to lean more conservative than your ‘normal life uniform’ of sundresses, distressed jeans and comfy band tees, but it makes for a quick selection of dark slacks and a comfortable top. 

The coffee machine has already run through its cycle by the time shoes are on and your school tote is securely placed on your shoulder. Grabbing your favorite coffee mug that reads “Let It Gogh”, a gift from a student last year, you fill it with an adequate amount of coffee and a splash of cream before you're out the door. 

The local bakery is your only stop before work, offering a good selection of breakfast sandwiches, bagels, and an enticing selection of donuts— you may or may not add one to your order of an egg and cheese sandwich some mornings. 

You tend to breeze through your class preparation before the bells ring for the start of school. 

The day's lesson plan already looked over, worksheets separated and ready for the students, and the whiteboard cleaned and daily tasks written out— you find it helps deter your students from having to ask “what are we doing today?” more than necessary. 

There’s usually a good 30 minutes of quiet before the first student arrives, and if there’s no need for you elsewhere on campus, you take the time to read your latest book you picked up from Bart’s Books and hope you can get through a good amount of it the short time you have. 

Like clockwork, your students trickle in with their ‘good mornings’ and vibrant stories about their world. 

Some parents opt for a quick ‘drop and go’, while others linger a bit in the back of the class until you’re ushering them out when the bell rings. You enjoy the parent interaction. It’s usually spent answering homework questions or sharing upcoming events happening in the class, with the occasional non-school related discussions when Diem swings by with Wren— you both getting caught up in some story that is not really relevant to anything school related. 

There’s a quick flash of a familiar little face, Wren placing her purple backpack on its assigned hook, then running back to where you’re standing at your desk. 

“My Uncle Dude brought me today!”

“Your Uncle Dude?” Diem hadn’t mentioned not being able to bring Wren this morning, and you’ve never heard of this “Dude” person before. 

“Yeah! He’s a movie star!!” Her little frame is buzzing with excitement, not able to stand still as she bounces on the balls of her feet. Before you’re able to question her further, she zips off towards her table, waving to someone over your shoulder. “Byyyyye Uncle Dude!!! See you later!!” 

You’d been so wrapped up in your brief conversation with Wren, you hadn’t noticed the man standing at the door to your classroom. 

He doesn’t seem to notice you staring as he leans against the door, watching Wren getting herself situated with her fellow classmates. 

Dieter Bravo. Or at least you think it is. No it definitely is.

The images of your first encounter with him flood your mind. You’re not really sure what you expected when Diem said he was clean and sober now, but you definitely didn’t expect to find him attractive on any level. 

He looks healthy and like he might actually sleep regularly, his eyes seemingly less sunken in from what you can see with his glasses perched perfectly on his face. His hair slightly shorter and still a little bit of a mess but purposefully, it seems to suit him though. 

Your eyes roam a bit further down, noticing he seemed to have traded his disheveled clothes for a more put together yet laid back style. A white t-shirt under a black blazer that seems far too formal for school drop off and a snug pair of dark wash jeans. 

You shouldn’t be ogling him like this, but your brain is having a hard time controlling itself. 

“Hello?”

You must have zoned out pretty hard because you didn’t realize he was standing so close now, and attempting to get your attention. 

“Oh— H-hi! Sorry, I was lost in thought there for a second.” You can feel your face heating up, trying to get your thoughts together. 

“Hi, I’m Wren’s teacher—“

“I’m Dieter, Wren’s Uncle—“

You both attempt to introduce yourselves, speaking at the same time, hands knocking into each other awkwardly before properly situating for a shake. 

Heat begins to rise in your body, you’re completely flustered by his subdued energy and the way he’s looking at you with his soft brown eyes. 

“Sorry— you first, please.” 

“I’m Dieter, Wren’s Uncle. Diem asked if I could drop her off, said she already had it called into the front office.” 

“Yes— yes! Sorry, I must have not looked over my notes thoroughly this morning and missed that message.”

“I like your mug.” Pointing to your Van Gogh mug you forgot you were holding, he laughs as he reads the message on the front. 

As if you didn’t know what was already on it, you instinctively lift the mug to view it, like it was your first time seeing it. 

“T-thanks, a student gave it to me last year and it’s kind of become my favorite one to use for school, I’ll be sad if something ever happens to it.” You internally cringe at your tendency to over share, words just aimlessly falling from your mouth, trying to mask your nervousness. 

“Keep it safe then. Anyways— I’m an actor, as Wren so kindly informed you. I normally live down in LA when I’m not shooting movies, but I’m—I’m taking some time off, no movies or anything at the moment, going to spend a few months with my sister and Wren, help out however I can.” 

Ah! There it is, the “I’m an actor” spiel making the attraction you felt towards him flee instantly. While he may be a new cleaned up version of the Dieter Bravo you met a year ago, he’s still just a typical Hollywood actor who likes to talk about himself at any chance he can get. Having had your fair share of run-ins with actors before, they’re all the same as far as you’re concerned— his career holds zero significance to you in any way. 

Releasing a heavy sigh as you remember Diem’s plea to be on your best behavior, you school your annoyance at his mentioning of it.

But unbeknownst to you, he can sense your lack of interest in what he’s saying and decides his introduction is over. 

Thankfully, you’re literally and figuratively saved by the bell. 

“Well, I better let you get to your class then.”

“Yeah— I’m sure I’ll see you around Mr. Bravo. Have a great day.” 

You turn towards your desk hastily placing your mug down in exchange for a stack of worksheets, then making your way to the front of the class to get your lesson started. 

“1-2-3, eyes on me! Good morning everyone! Please get a pencil while I pass these papers out.” 

Dieter stands in the doorway, observing your interactions with your students, a stark contrast to the coldness you’d given him at the end of your conversation. 

*

The rest of the day flew by once it started, the short interaction with Dieter unfortunately flitted through your mind more than you'd have liked it to. But you didn’t let your aversion towards him have any effect on your day. 

After closing up your class and dropping off attendance sheets in the front office, you made your way home, looking forward to an evening of drinks and gossip. 

A quick change out of your school clothes into some jeans, T-shirt and flip-flops, you filled your canvas tote with a chilled bottle of white wine and the cheeses you’d told Diem you’d bring over. 

Being that it’s roughly a 5 minute walk from your house to Diem’s. The neighborhood is quiet most days, giving you a chance to really enjoy the ambiance of everyone’s front gardens and a few neighborly ‘Hello’s’ as you stroll down the sidewalk.

Nearing Diem’s house, noticing her car in the driveway, a sense of relief washes over you at the thought of Dieter being out and the chance of running into him would be slim. You were ready to unwind for the evening. 

Front door unlocked, you let yourself in— both of you exchanging keys early on in your friendship in the off chance there was an emergency or one of you showed up to a locked door. 

Hearing Diem rustling around in her pantry, not hearing your arrival, you decide to start unpacking your tote and announce your presence. 

“You have no idea how much I need this tonight Diem!”

Not hearing a response from her, you continue placing things on her counter and continue to spill to her. 

“Also! Would have been nice to have a heads up that your brother would be dropping Wren off— was not prepared for that. But what a difference a year makes, he looks good, definitely was attracted to him for a split second— sorry I know you don’t want to hear that, but honestly such a difference from my first interaction with him being when I was yelling at him for being strung out in your bathroom.”

Still no word from her as you open the bottle of wine and unwrap the cheeses in preparation for the evening. 

“You’d be so proud of me too! I was on my best behavior despite how much I was annoyed with listening to him talk about himself— Hey, did you happen to get those crackers with the figs and olives?? I grabbed that honey goat cheese that we like to eat with them.”

The silence carries on from the pantry. No more movement. No sign of Diem. 

“Diem? You okay? Hey, I’m sorry— I shouldn’t have mentioned your brother being attractive— and I honestly was really nice to him. I mean, at least I think I was.”

You can hear Diem finally making her way to join you in the kitchen. 

Only when you look up, prepared to give her a big welcoming smile, your face immediately fades into a look of surprise when you realize it’s not Diem at all— it’s her brother, Dieter. 

“Diem’s not home.”

“Oh fuck—”

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[thecrusadercomrade]

How do you think the final two episodes of Season Two would've went if Sarah actually survived and not died because the writers left her on standby like and NPC? Would she have made it to The Final Season?

(Bonus if you can squeeze Luke or Nick into the equation) because they didn't deserve what they were given.

Okay! For the sake of fulfilling your bonus request, I'll say that Nick survived the trailer park. He wasn't shot, or bitten, or whatever it was that actually resulted in his death. Working together with Jane, they're able to lift the debris off of Sarah and save her life during the big walker attack.

Sarah isn't going to be doing much for the rest of episode four, since she's still basically in shock. Nick sides with Luke during the argument about whether to let Rebecca rest or set out immediately, and so the group hunkers down for a few days at the observation tower.

Wow, this is REALLY long. Adding a Read More here so that it's not taking up your entire dashboard if you don't want to read it.

During the fight with the Russians, Nick tackles Sarah to the ground to get her out of the line of fire, saving both of their lives. Due to their similar circumstances of having lost their dad/father figure and being seen as a liability by others, Nick has a soft spot for Sarah and focuses on looking out for her.

Over the course of episode five as they travel towards the half-built house, Sarah slowly starts to come out of her shell a little bit, though she only really talks with Clementine and Nick. She spends time bonding with them even as the rest of the group is falling apart, a little bit of peace even as the rest of the group falls apart. Seeing how injured everyone is, Sarah starts to express interest in learning medical skills like her dad, though of course they don't have any supplies for her to start learning at the moment.

Nick is on Luke's side for all the arguments that take place in episode five, but when Luke dies at the lake, Nick blames himself for not being able to keep the walkers at bay well enough. Nick is so angry in the aftermath, that when Kenny starts beating on Arvo, accidentally hitting Clementine and terrifying Sarah, Nick gets into a physical altercation with Kenny to make him stop. It only ends when Jane comes into the room with the duffel bags.

Skipping forward a bit, things mostly go the same with Bonnie, Mike, and Arvo stealing the supplies, though Nick also grows increasingly tense with Kenny due to their earlier fight. Nick doesn't have a much higher opinion of Jane due to her thinking Sarah is a liability.

When the fight at the rest stop happens, Sarah pretty much shuts down with fear. Nick keeps Clementine back, and he's the one to interfere in the fight instead. Rather than try to physically break things up, he fires a gun between them, forcing them to stop. The sound of the gunshot causes AJ to start crying, revealing his survival.

With Kenny having shown how dangerous he can be, and Jane's deception revealed, Nick is finally fed up. He decides that he and Sarah are leaving on their own before either of the two can get them killed, and he invites Clementine to come along as well. For the purposes of this ask, I'll say that Clementine accepts.

Jane protests, but Kenny agrees that he's no longer safe, telling them to take AJ as well and raise him right. So Nick, Sarah, Clementine, and AJ depart the rest stop together, leaving Kenny and Jane behind.

I don't want to write out all of ANF, but I'll say that Sarah learns some medical skills in the New Frontier, and when they're kicked out she apprentices under Eleanor to keep learning, earning their little group a permanent spot in Prescott. She'll be very disappointed when Eleanor betrays them all.

I'd say they have a decent chance of making it to the Final Season. Maybe Nick would die in season three, but overall ANF wasn't quite as bad about wiping out the entire cast as previous seasons, and since Clementine and her group aren't the main focus of the season, they stand a good chance of making it through. Sarah will never be some epic walker killer, but she knows how to defend herself by this point, and she's a really good medic, not to mention still really friendly. I think she'd be alright.

Sorry if this was really rambly. It ended up way longer than I expected XD.

[wwwritererm]

CLEMENTINE —

— color it gray, until i forget you,

like i never met you, my dearest clementine

IN WHICH, after a few years of dating, Izuku wants to test his boyfriend for no particular reason—he just wants to see if his love is true!

Midoriya Izuku, also known as the Pro-Hero Deku of Japan, has been dating Bakugo Katsuki, Pro-Hero Dynamight, for approximately 4 years now.

It felt like a dream. Just a few years ago, Bakugo had been bullying Midoriya for not having a quirk. A little while after that, the blonde had been helping him use his quirk better. Then when they grew up and started working as adults, Bakugo had given him a gift, which was undeniably the best one he’d ever received in his entire life.

The green haired boy had just finished his work for the week, resting on the couch and scrolling through his phone. He was looking at TikTok videos of girls testing their boyfriends’s love and loyalty for them.

He snickered at a video where the boy got dumped for calling his girlfriend by the wrong name, “Who even does that?” he asked, scrolling down to the next videos below.

After a few more scrolling, his finger paused at a particular video. In it, the girl was sitting on the couch as she called for her boyfriend. A few seconds later, the boy appeared, a big smile on his face. The girl asked him to get her an orange, and the boy nodded his head, leaving off to what Izuku presumed was the kitchen.

Later on, the boy came back with a plate filled with peeled slices of the fruit, arranged into a circular shape. Then the video ended.

Midoriya was confused. He quickly went over to the comments to look for an explanation—until he found one.

@milkandcookies

for context, this person wanted to test her boyfriend’s thoughtfulness. if he gets the orange and gives it to you unpeeled, then supposedly he doesn’t think of your well-being and preferences. however, if he does peel it for you beforehand, then you’re one lucky person.

“Kacchan!” The green haired boy called for his lover, looking at the hallway that led to their bedroom. A few seconds later, the blonde boy’s head popped out from the side, as he leaned his body against the wall, “Hm?” he grunted, rubbing his sleepy eyes lazily.

Izuku smiled at his boyfriend, before remembering what he called him for, “Can you please get me an orange?”

Katsuki paused, before blinking at the boy, “Just an orange?” he asked, his brows knitting together.

“Just an orange.”

To say Katsuki was confused would be an understatement. He positioned himself properly, standing straight, “Are you sure you don’t want a full meal..?” he said slowly, trying to make sure that he got what his lover truly wanted.

The green haired boy let out a small laugh, “No Kacchan, just an orange,” he said. His boyfriend nodded, his brows still furrowed, “Alright then…” he muttered, moving towards the countertop.

Before he even reached the table, he whipped his head to Izuku with his lips pursued, “Just an orange?” he said once more. The other boy let out a playful sigh, “Orange.”

The blonde nodded once and disappeared behind the countertop.

After a few minutes, Katsuki finally finished. He was holding the plate with one hand, as he trudged over to Izuku with a frown, “Here’s your damn orange,” he said, as he placed the plate down.

Izuku didn’t really expect much. Maybe just a still orange which was just unpeeled. But oh no, Katsuki did so much more.

The green haired boy gawked at the sight of the plate before him. There was in fact, an unpeeled orange, but it was decorated nicely, arranged like a flower. That wasn’t all—there were grapes and blueberries surrounding it, and a small piece of lettuce sticking out under the whole masterpiece, serving as a leaf.

Beside him, Katsuki coughed awkwardly, “What’s wrong?”

Izuku turned to him slowly, his face filled with shock, “I just wanted an orange.. this is too much,” he said.

His boyfriend clicked his tongue in annoyance, “Did you seriously think I’d give you an orange by itself?” he spat out, crossing his arms as he situated himself on the spot of the couch beside Izuku.

“You deserve the best—and although I could do much more, this is what you wanted so…” he trailed off, turning his face away slightly to hide the pinkish hue on his cheeks.

Izuku didn’t need to see his face to know he was a bright red. He looked back at the plate on the low table in front of him, before picking up a slice of orange. He raised it to Katsuki’s mouth and smiled sheepishly, “Want one?”

The blonde looked at the piece of fruit in front of his face and looked at his boyfriend, “No, it’s for you.” He said simply, which left Izuku deadpanning at him.

The green haired boy sighed and plopped the slice into his mouth, and Katsuki smiled in triumph—before he was suddenly pushed deeper into the couch by a hand. It didn’t take him to realize the sourness of the orange on his tongue—along with Izuku’s mouth on his.

His eyes were blown wide, his hands clutching on the sheets below him. But the warmth of his boyfriend’s lips helped him relax. He closed his eyes and positioned his hands comfortably around Izuku’s waist, pulling him flush to his chest.

When Izuku pulled away, he was breathing heavily and his face was flushed—so was Katsuki. They stared at each other’s eyes for a moment, their breaths intertwining with each other.

“Keugh-“ Then Katsuki coughed.

Izuku’s eyes widened, “Kacchan!” he worriedly exclaimed, as the said boy coughed into his fist. It seems like the orange’s zest went the wrong way down his throat.

“I’m fine,” the blonde managed to wheeze out.

It took a while, but Katsuki finally recovered, and now they’re stuck staring at each other eyes once more. Izuku cracked a smile and giggled, “You’re so cute Kacchan,” he said with adoration, cupping his boyfriend’s cheek with his hand.

The blonde boy stammered, as his face flushed once more, “W-whatever nerd,” he muttered, pushing his face in the crook of Izuku’s neck, hiding his face.

The green haired boy grinned, placing his hand on his boyfriend’s hair, combing through it gently. He closed his eyes as Katsuki leaned into his touch, and Izuku whispered into his ear, “I love you.”

Katsuki didn’t answer right away, but then after a while, he let out a small flustered grumble,

“I love you too.”

END.

Afterthoughts:

What the sigma was that. I actually wrote that? Woah okay, okay…

I was actually supposed to post this tomorrow but i have school by then so… yeah early post.

I hope you enjoyed it!

@detectivekirigirislays told me to post this

[yourivy-grows]

So, i'm currently experiencing artblock and have been kinda busy with college, and since I've seen a lot of twdg AUs lately, I'd love to share some headcanons for my Tenn lives! AU :)

Note: Most of this AU follows the original plot and includes some scrapped content from The Final Season (Yes, Tenn was supposed to live)

(This time, I'll only focus on Violentine's route since I chose Violet, but I can make a Clouis version later)

And feel free to ask if you would like to know more :)

• If Clem chose to trust AJ, he won't shot Tenn like he actually does in the game

• During the bridge scene, Tennessee doesn't die. Neither does Louis or Violet (except if Clem didn't trust AJ, ofc)

• Instead, AJ purposely shoots Louis/Violet in their right shoulder so the bullet could hit a walker behind them, saving their lifes.

• After being shot, Violet reacts immediately. She throws Tenn across the bridge so he can reach safely to the other side, while AJ keeps shooting at the walkers behind her

• Then, she jumps too. She barely makes it to the other side, so Clem rushes to help her climb up

• Once they are all together, the four friends hug each other thigly, tears streaming down their faces while Minerva keeps screaming in anger and pain. They are all hurting, bleeding, scared

• But safe

• And most important: alive

• Violet was bleeding, and so was Clementine. Tenn, in the other hand, was completely in shock

• AJ tried to make him react. The gunshots caught the attention of a large horde in the woods, and this time, they were almost behind them. They needed to go, and fast

• Just like in the original game, they got separated by the fence. Violet climbed up first since she was bleeding the most. Once they were surrounded by the herd, Clem insisted that she needed to go

• Violet insisted, but she could barely stay on her feet. She needed to go back to Ericson and find help as soon as possible

• So Clementine stayed with the kids

• When they tried to climb up the rocks, Tenn didn't move

• AJ went first, so he could shoot at the herd from above while Clementine and Tenn followed his way. However, Tenn was still in shock, and no matter how hard Clementine and AJ insisted or how desesperate they were, he didn't move or say a word

• When the walkers were almost touching their backs, Clementine pushed Tenn and forced him to climb as fast as he could. Once he made it to the top, Clementine began to climb up as well, but her leg got caught by a walker and we know what happened then

• She got bitten

• After realizing what had just happened, AJ started crying

• He was devasted, but also furious

• He knew Clem was gonna die

• But not because of bad luck or an accident

• He knew it was Tenn's fault

• So, if Clem stopped AJ from shooting Lilly, AJ won't react this time. They kept moving forward until they make it to the barn. But once they got surrounded by the walkers, Tenn will desperately run into the woods to escape, leaving Clementine and AJ behind

• Just like in the original game, AJ found him a few weeks later wandering by the river

• But sadly, it was too late. He had already turned

• On the other hand, if AJ shot Lilly, he slaps Tenn. Even though he was furious and wanted to kill him right there, Tenn immediately reacts after the hit and apologize for what happened

• He's still in shock after witnessing his sister literally died in fron of his eyes

• Just a few weeks after finding out she wasn't actually death like Marlon and Brody made him believe

• One year mourning over a living person

• Even though she wasn't the same Minerva he knew and loved

• When they walked into the woods and got surrounded, Tenn insisted on going to Ericson and find some help

• Clementine didn't feel right about this idea, but before she could even respond, Tenn was already running towards the school

• Or at least, he tried

• He got lost. He was so shocked and disoriented that he didn't recognize the way back home. He wandered in the woods until James found him

• But his effort wasn’t in vain. Tenn dropped one of his crayons while running, so Ruby and Aasim could follow the trail towards the barn and find Clementine before it was too late

• Yes, AJ carried her on a wheelbarrow, but he's only 5 so I don't think he got too far away

• Tenn was so ashamed and felt so sorry for what happened that he didn't want to go back to Ericson or face AJ again. He genuinely thought Clementine was dead because of him, and he couldn't bare with that guilt

• James took care of him for the next weeks. At Ericson, everyone thought Tenn was dead and stopped looking after a few days

• Except for Violet. She kept looking every single day

• She was so mad at Clementine she didn't even speak to her after she woke up. She was relieved because her girlfriend was alive, of course, but she was also grieving the kid she raised for almost eight years

• She didn't speak to AJ either. He missed her, so much

• AJ found Tenn wandering by the river, just like in the original game. Tenn explained him what happened and that he lived with James in the woods for a few weeks, because he was not ready to face him after putting their lives at risk and almost killing Clem

• AJ was relieved. Now, he knew Tenn was alive, and James was also okay

• He forgave him and went back to Ericson together

• After all, Clem was alive

• And they both were best friends. But not like Clem, cause she was old.

• Like real best friends

• Cause they were only kids

• They didn't deserved to die just because they "weren't made for that world"

[meekmedea]

IDEA - Clemmie is stuck going through the days of the 10th games over and over again. And once a victor is declared, the next day, she always ends up waking up on the day of the Reaping for the 10th games again. She's not sure what triggers the loop yet but she's going a bit stir-crazy from this.

From the time loops - she's been bitten by the snakes in her first time through, committed a murder or two in a few time loops, saved Arachne in some, befriended Reaper in a few, tried to ally with others.

In her current loop - she goes straight for befriending Reaper (he died in the last one and she almost committed a murder) and suggests a strategy that's a pretty out there.

Her idea: let's fake a romance. (Reaper's too shocked to realize he agreed)

~

Sort of see the Dovecotes being known for their love matches. Their stories well known (even if some are scandalous). Especially in the recent generations.

Ludius ran off to the Districts to be with Anise

Nobody denies that Hector adored Cleopatra.

Aelia being the reason that the Dovecote clementines exist, courtesy of Endymion

So as shocking as it seems, there are some who are like - this checks out. She is a Dovecote after all.

~

Her classmates have thoughts about a lovestruck Clemmie - Panem, she's lost it - and some try to make her see 'reason'. "Clem, it's just a silly crush/phase... that boy is NOT the love of your life."

A Clemmie that is in love is a bit 'unreasonable', in that she:

Brings food/water/medication to the tributes, with help from Sejanus. And later other mentors begin to do this, because from her head-over-heels ramblings, she manages to convince them to spend more time with their own tributes.

This bonding helps in the long run, because now they're becoming attached too.

Also because Fates forbid, Clemensia Dovecote charm ALL the tributes. Some of the tributes are already like - you wanna get my cooperation, take some notes from her. She's not even my mentor yet she brought us [insert requested item].

Reaper is a bit baffled by it all, because while Clemmie did say she'd do the heavy work in this, he did NOT expect her to commit to the bit so well.

He's not very good at reciprocating due to how flustered he gets.

'Move aside, lover boy. If you're not going to fall in love with her, let us have a chance.' - some tribute, probably. Mainly because it's obvious that he gets special treatment from her.

'Back off, that's MY mentor,' - Reaper. This does lead into him putting effort into pulling his weight in this strategy of theirs.

It also leads to increased attention on them, rather than the games. Maybe even more than the games. The Capitol has become invested in their relationship.

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

if dorian didn't show up, do you think louis would have shot minnie?

I do. I know some people think either he wouldn't have or he would've missed so that's why the writers had him shoot Dorian instead, but mmmmmm no, I don't personally think so. I like to think that if he had taken the shot, his shaky hands would've caused him to shoot her fatally.

Mostly because I'm already so normal about the fact that of the Ericson crew, Marlon and Louis are the only ones with a body count. Well, that we know of, but shown to us in the game, at least. Plus, we know it's Louis' first kill.

Like yeah, Clementine and AJ become part of the crew and they have bigger body counts, and if we're counting indirect kills caused by actions, then Tenn has a count... and I guess everyone has blood on their hands for blowing up the boat... but I'm talking about killed directly with a weapon like....... I lied, I'm not normal about that at all, Louis and Marlon are the ones who have killed someone in Louis' route. I'm also not normal about the fact that Louis kills Dorian and then even as he's clearly in shock, he tries to go with Clementine to get AJ, and then later on when they talk about it, he says it feels like bile but not quite and he's glad he has it in him to do it.... listen, listen, listen... I'm obsessed with that.

Anyway, so if Louis shot Minerva, I think he would've accidentally killed her and can you imagine? He's already enough of a mess after killing the woman who pinned him down and tried to cut his finger off [or succeeded] but he knew Minerva, they were friends before the twins were taken. Even Violet couldn't kill her even though that would've been the smarter thing to do, and we know thanks to meta knowledge that killing her would've saved lives, but Violet couldn't, and I don't think Louis would intentionally either.

Speaking of Violet, if Louis killed Minerva, I hate to think about what that would've done to Vi. I think she might've actually left at that point, like what was planned before it got changed to her being burned. I don't think she would've attacked Louis over it, though, like yeah she attacked Clementine in the cell but Louis? I don't know, but I don't think so just because it's Louis and he'd be a mess about it anyway.

Though if he did kill her, it would be a neat parallel to draw... y'know, because Louis forgave AJ for killing Marlon even though he was pissed and heartbroken, and Violet was annoyed with him the entire time... but could she ever forgive Louis for killing Minerva? Y'know? We already have a similar parallel with AJ shooting Tenn, but still.

If Clementine killed Minerva in that moment, though, then I could see Violet attacking her since in her eyes, Clem proved her right.

So yeah, I get why they added the Dorian kill to his route. It adds another compelling element to Louis as a character, but we also need Minerva alive for episode 4; Louis can't kill her, he can't miss, and he's not going to stay with her because we need Violet to stay on the boat and him to be on shore for all routes.

[kanencrow]

Heyo! Can I request a twdg clem, ruby and vi separate x reader who is very blunt and sarcastic without meaning to or trying to be rude? Like when someone is doing something they're like "You look like a fucking idiot-" and ruby, clem or vi just like cover their mouth, shocked but trying to not burst out laughing, how they react and how they delt with it at first? Cause reader doesn't mean to and feels bad so they try and help her with that 😅

Blunt S/O - The Walking Dead | Headcanon

A/N: Hah! This is golden. Thanks for the request!

SUMMARY: How would Clementine, Violet, and Ruby (Separated) react to an S/O who's unintentionally blunt and sarcastic?

WARNINGS: Guns, swearing, crude behavior.

WORD COUNT: 1116

CLEMENTINE

It happened when you were scavenging an old clothing store one day. Ever since Marlon had been confronted about the safe zone, and the Delta had been taken care of, it allowed you and everyone else to progress further across the land, which gave you the ability to gather more supplies. After a lot of walking, you, Clementine, Louis, and Mitch found an old town. It was small, and it seemed like it was untouched. It almost emitted an eerie aura to it, but your girlfriend made the executive decision to explore it anyways. Each of you had your own personal weapons ready, like pistols and rifles you had stolen from Lilly and her people, so it wasn’t like you and the rest of the group were unprepared.

What you were unprepared for, was the fashion show that would ensue between Mitch and Louis. Stepping into that dreaded clothing store, the two young men went haywire. It was as though you and Clementine were the chaperones for a field trip with a bunch of second graders. You often had a habit of just saying things without a second thought, a slip of the tongue, if you will. So, when you saw the two boys come out from the dressing rooms in a frilly hat meant for women, and some mismatched suit outfit, you couldn’t hold yourself back from voicing your unwarranted opinion.

“What the fuck are you two wearing?” you asked, without any sort of hesitation. You even heard Clementine let out a snort from beside you, clearly amused by your lack of hesitancy in being honest, and that only seemed to root you on. Especially when both Mitch and Louis stopped to stare at you as if you had killed their family. “Did you guys run from a circus? None of your shit even matches together.” 

“Jeez, you’re fucking mean,” Mitch muttered, but you simply shrugged, while Clementine continued to silently laugh from beside you. Louis looked like a kicked puppy, and when you saw his dejected expression, the realization that you actually seemed to hurt their feelings hit you. And your bluntness vanished, as you glanced over at your girlfriend, who still seemed entirely amused. 

“That was too harsh.” It was a statement, more than it was a question, but Clementine still nodded her head as she raised her hand up to pat your shoulder. 

“Just a bit,” she told you. 

You turned your focus back over to the two young men and grimaced. “Oh, sorry.” 

“We’ll take it as constructive criticism,” Louis replied, before lowering his voice in a mutter, “even though you’ve shattered our egos a little…” He wasn’t truly offended, though you still felt a little guilty.

Clementine didn’t, though. She was entirely too amused by your bluntness.

VIOLET

You were fishing one morning. Some new members came to the school, and so with the added manpower, it provided more proactivity. Marlon came along with you, Violet, and one of the new kids of the school, and you could immediately tell that the former leader wanted to try and impress the newbie. While you and your partner were stabbing any fish you saw with the tip of your spears, you could hear a certain blond boy trying his hardest to make conversation with his new muse. Granted, you could hear them laughing just down the way, but as you lifted your staff up to grab the aquatic creature you killed, you couldn’t help but glance to your right, which just so happened to be where the two lovebirds were. 

You also were able to watch as Marlon fell into the stream, after trying to impress the person he was crushing on. You heard gasps ring out from around you as his body splashed into the water, but the only sound you could let out was a loud cackle. You swore you were going to attract some walkers with all of your laughing, but your mind was too focused on the drenched form of the blond to truly care. Violet, on the other hand, was the opposite of your emotions, when she buried her face in her hands and let out a tired sigh, like that of an exhausted parent. Although, some amusement did come back to her when you started speaking your mind without a second thought.

“What a fuckin’ idiot,” you giggled. “How the hell do you lose your balance from that?” The question was rhetorical, but it still caused your girlfriend to let out a quiet huff through her nose, as she lifted her face from her hands and looked at you with an endeared glint in her eyes. 

“It’s what happens when you try too hard to impress someone,” she jokingly replied, which earned a lighthearted scoff from you, as your gaze moved over to watch Marlon, who desperately struggled to get out of the stream. The blonde glanced over in that direction shortly after, and she felt a pang of guilt fill her chest when she saw the new member shake their head in embarrassment. 

RUBY

As much as Ruby wishes for it, you have no filter. Sometimes you just say things without a second thought, and only after the fact do you realize you’ve accidentally said something out of pocket. In those situations, she acts like a mother scolding her child, but you would be one of those kids who either shrugs or feels immensely bad, depending on what you said. There was a day where she was in the music room, and Louis had been spending his time in there, playing the piano, while she busied herself with cleaning up the area. It was dirty and untidy, and since the school was her home, she wanted it to look nice.

You were doing other things around the school, but you did eventually come into the music room. And the moment you did, Ruby glanced over to meet your eyes, and all she saw in response was a sour expression on your face, as you stopped at the entrance and spoke to Louis. He was minding his business, though the melody he played slowly died out when you critiqued the state of his grand piano. 

“You need to tune that thing. It sounds like shit.” 

“Y/n!” 

You weren’t deaf to Ruby’s scold, but you did just shrug your shoulders, as your gaze moved over to her. “What? I’m not lying.” All she could do in response was roll her eyes at your lack of guilt. Although you weren’t wrong, she knew it would have been better if you just kept your loose lips closed. But… she also knew that you couldn’t help it sometimes.

Kinda off topic, but...

I refuse to believe that Mitch dying was a good plot decision.

Even though he's not my personal favorite, him getting shanked in the neck after running out into the open like a dummy just seemed out of character. I kinda assumed that he was a smart dude when it came to picking fights, but then again, we never got much development from him in the game, which is a little unfortunate.

Anyways, enough of that. My sickly brain is getting the best of me at the moment.

Hope you guys enjoyed!

[powdermelonkeg]

Assorted headcanons about my current Team Dragonborn:

Lydia Iron-Forged:

Former Companion, left after being invited into the Circle

Serious to a fault—a fan of deadpan humor, to the point where you often can’t tell if she’s actually joking

Older sister ran off to join the Stormcloaks, carries an amulet of Talos that was sent home shortly after

Can lift a werewolf if she really tries

Likes her mead with snowberries

The kind of drunk that laughs at everyone and everything. Tally thinks it’s an unsettling change

Practices, either with sparring or with forms, her swordplay just before dawn

Has a soft spot for horses, uses them as a litmus test—good people always take care of their animals

Can cook, mostly hunts for her own meals. Makes a good hearty stew

Sword is named “Stormblight,” enchanted with shocks. Was a gift from her father, bought off a Khajiit caravan

Has a scar on the back of her neck from a fight with a troll

Mikael used to pick on her when she was a little girl. Her sister taught her how to punch to break noses, and Mikael’s nose hasn’t been straight since. She’s the one woman he won’t flirt with

Bisexual, with a preference for Ysolda women

Kaidan (of Northwind):

Once had an affair with a young noblewoman named Isabel. She got engaged to the count of Bravil, so he tried stealing her away and was thrown in the dungeon for it. Paid the fine, was going to serve sentence (40 lashes), but Isabel got in the way of one and stopped the whole thing. She didn’t say anything else except to tell him to leave. She still has a scar on her cheek

A thrill-seeker, though won’t admit it. Takes vampire contracts for the rush of adrenaline

The tattoo on his face marks him as blood-kin to the Orcs

Has a faded lightning-pattern scar spread across his back, beneath the newer interrogation lashes. Rosalind gave it to him

Could learn a shout if he really, really tried for it. Not as easily as the LDB, but in a vastly shorter time than the Greybeards (as per the Akaviri Dossier). Would learn Aura Whisper (Laas Yah Nir) if given the chance

Can follow being read to much more easily than reading. Not that he can’t read, just prefers a voice—pages blend together after awhile

Very much a “hold my beer” kind of drunk. Don’t tell him he can’t do anything or try to show off in front of him

Does scrimshaw to burn extra stress, especially after a nightmare. Tries to make his work useful in some way (ie a horn, some cups, a knife, etc)

Sells his scrimshaw in between contracts

Gets tense and snappy from moon sugar withdrawal

Caryalind Thallery:

Wears gold lipstick when in town. It’s very subtle and usually only noticeable to fellow Altmer

Is a slow morning person—the kind to wake up early, but spend the next hour basking in morning sunlight in a silk robe with a coffee

Skyrim’s air is NOT good for his curly hair. Whenever he can manage it, he scrounges up some septims and stops by the caravans to see if there’s any orange oil in stock. He always smells faintly of oranges

Whenever Cary senses magicka, he immediately goes on high alert, even if it’s just Restoration

Cary got a handful of threatening/hateful letters as prince, and kept them, feeling terrible and not as if he should be allowed to throw them away. His friend back home (Termia) found them one day and convinced him to burn them with her

His hair is soft. Very soft. Feather-down soft. Yes, it’s natural

His calian (sphere of aetherquartz that denotes his place in Altmer society) is clear magicka blue, the size of a clementine, and has translucent etchings of his birthsign’s stars set in it. Sometimes he almost laughs at the irony

Taliesin (alias):

He used to write up letters on the field about things he’d seen to send to his sisters. Couriers were sparse, so sometimes he’d wind up sending 5 at once because he’d been holding on to them. He keeps them in his robe, next to his chest

He had a packet of letters on his person when the Talos Shrine incident happened. They got bled through

He still writes sometimes, even though he might never be able to send them

He once swiped the head Justiciar’s hood and pretended to be him to amuse his colleagues. Said justiciar walked in on it

He will judge you SO HARD if you eat dog meat. No it’s not the same as when he eats slaughterfish, slaughterfish at least have the decency not to slobber everywhere!

A decent cook, if only because he got tired of having to special request everything

Very intelligent. Not in the sense of book smarts (though he does have those), but he has an uncanny knack for reading the room and gauging reactions—part of it is to be of service to whatever his current task is (knowing when someone is about to run, playing good cop/bad cop with other agents) but the majority is because he had to learn how to read his father’s bad moods

Pays extremely close attention to how his friends react to others’ mistakes. Especially mistakes he has in common with them. What’s the difference between his past and Paarthurnax’s? Kaidan’s? Caryalind’s? Bonus points, this means you can gain his trust more effectively by treating people besides him well

His jokes and wit double as a litmus test. When he meets someone, it’s to test how much of a pain they are to get along with. Past that, it’s his subtle way of checking in; if someone who normally laughs at him is annoyed, or someone who’s usually annoyed doesn’t react, something’s wrong

Complains because it’s cathartic and misery loves company

Has a few dragon scales in his pocket once he starts traveling with the LDB. It’s to show his sisters if he ever sees them again

Accidentally acquired a taste for firebrand wine—Summerset cuisine is notoriously delicate, so drinking firebrand was the “cinnamon challenge” in the Solitude Thalmor ranks. Naturally he wanted to show off and one-up everyone

Like Kaidan, is a “hold my beer” kind of drunk. If the two get drunk together, they’ll keep one-upping each other until they either black out or are physically separated

Never learned how to swim because when he was little, his father deadpan-joked about maormer in the water kidnapping altmer that didn’t behave. He avoided deep water like the plague, then never remedied it when he got older

Calian is milky-rose quartz, big as a gooseberry. It got chipped once on the field; after repairing it, he’s padded its box with as much cotton as he can get

An absolute ace at card games, and decent at dice. Won his horse in a game of cards. Loves her to death and spoils her

Has a lovely voice but makes you earn it. Favorite song to sing is “Star-Eyed Bride of Alinor”

Very much an “I told you so” kind of person, takes it to the point of “Oh, I was right? What was I right about? Speak up, my pointy ears can’t detect your whispers of shame.”

[bitchyfoxymama]

Clementine - Joel Miller x F!Reader

Warnings: held at gun point and pinned to a wall, fluff, cute nickname, no use of y/n, reader has a nickname tho

A/n: ahhhhh my first Joel fic!!!!

...

"Hey, how come Joel calls you clementine?" You were walking Ellie to school. 

The three of you had settled down in Jackson after Joel had saved Ellie. 

"Hmm, he hasn't told you that story yet?" You reply while holding your hand above your brow blocking the sun from your eyes, "well it's a really funny story, but I won't tell you about it until you get back from school," you smirk down at her. 

"Aw, come on, man! I wanna know, please. If you tell me right now, I'll do your dishes for weeks," Ellie pleads with you.

You think for a moment. "Tempting, but no, you will just have to wait until dinner tonight. That is when I'll tell you the story of why Joel calls me clementine. Besides, we're already here at your school, now go on before you get in trouble for being late….again," you kiss the top of Ellie's head and watch as she follows the other kids into the school. 

You smile at the memory of why Joel calls you that name. Hell, he hasn't used your real name in years, always using the name of the citrus fruit instead. 

The use of clementine had started nearly a decade prior, back at the Boston QZ. 

Finally, you were able to sneak back into the QZ. It was a hard day's work but you managed to get a good enough haul that would bring you in a decent amount of ration cards and keep the FEDRA off your back especially if you bring in fresh fruit just like you have been for the past few years. clementines and strawberries. The only 2 fruits you were able to grow. 

You were so close making it back until you bumped into a man and woman both a good bit older than you, the gray in their hair making you sure they were older. 

"I-" you squeaked out before the man had you pinned against the wall, gun pressed against your temple. 

"Who the fuck are you and where the fuck did you come from?" He yelled in your face, spit landed on your cheek. 

"I-I um, I have a garden on the other side of the wall, FEDRA looks the other way if I give them twenty-five percent of my haul!" You said as you tried to raise your hands. 

"Don't fuckin' move!" The man said as he pulls your backpack off of you, tossing it to the woman, "if we find out you are lyin' I'm gonna kill you," he threatens.

After some ruffling through your backpack and clementines and strawberries scattered. 

"She's telling the truth," the woman glared at you, "how long have you been doing this?" 

"Only a f-few months, I found some clementine trees and a nearby patch of strawberries," you stuttered out as the man still holds you tight, "I-I-if you let me join you, I can get you ration cards,"

"We don't need yer help," he replied, finally pulling the gun away from your head and holstering it once again. 

"Now, wait, Joel, we could use her, we didn't know about the fresh fruit nearby. She could be useful." 

That is how you met Joel and Tess and helped them around the QZ with their smuggling. You were the reason Bill and Frank had strawberries

"Wait, so you're telling me that Joel held you at gunpoint?" Ellie looks at him shocked, "not fucking cool man!" 

"In his defense, he did think I was moving in on his already claimed territory," you laugh, placing a hand on top of his as you sip your coffee. 

"I still can't believe you were able to find such a delicious score," Ellie says as she finishes up her plate, taking it over to the sink. 

You follow her and gently place your plate in the sink. 

"I think I'm gonna go enjoy the air in the backyard, Ellie feel free to join me after you finish the dishes," you say gently hugging her. 

You walk out the backdoor and go to sit on the porch swing Joel installed. 

"I can't believe you told her that story," Joel says as he sits next to you with a hand on your waist as you admire your new clementine tree. A smile graces your face as he places a kiss on the top of your head. He gently places his free hand on your pregnant belly. 

"Yeah, well, she was curious as to why you always called me clementine." You say as you lean your head on his shoulder. 

[thegothingtons]

In the early morning she woke up alone in the forest. Her whole body hurt. She had scratches, lacerations and bite wounds.

She dimly remembered the monster.

With difficulty, she scrambled to her feet and the world around her began a roller coaster ride.

Fuck.

Her face felt numb and she was foaming at the mouth.

She staggered through the woods until she finally came to a red-brick building where ledges went in and out. It appeared to be a public building. Moonwood Mill Library was written on the sign at the entrance.

Taking a deep breath, she walked on, just following the other Sims.

No one took notice of her.

Thanks to the watcher, she found a toilet with a shower.

Freshly showered and the clock struck 8. Since she lived in a simulation, she was teleported to high school.

The other teenagers seemed to know her, they greeted her kindly and called her Grace.

Was that her name? Grace.

Somehow, the name felt familiar.

During the lunch break there was this brown-haired girl, the others called her Anne. She looked at Grace stunned.

Anne: "Where have you been? We were worried."

Grace didn't know what to answer. Her memories mixed with her nightmares and so reality could no longer distinguish from the dream. "Moonwood Mill Library", she murmured softly. "I should learn."

Shaking her head, Anne got up and walked away.

*******

A short time later, a cell phone rang in Ciudad Enamorada.

Bishop: "Anne, what's going on?"

Anne: "Dad, Grace is here at school. She's hurt and I don't think she recognizes me. She mumbled something about a library called Moonwood Mill."

Bishop: "Thank you, Anne. Stay tuned to her. I let Aunt Clementine and Katharina know. Get in touch as soon as she leaves school."

Anne: "I'll do it. Dad, she's so confused and disoriented. I'm afraid."

Bishop: "I understand you, but everything will be fine."

********

After Bishop informing Clementine of Anne's call, she immediately teleported with Kolamano to the Moonwood Mill library.

Kolamano: "Do you feel that?"

She looked at him questioningly.

He smiled. "Every occult being leaves a kind of aura in the atmosphere. Werewolves are driven by anger and when they leave, they leave behind a tiny part of this anger. The atmosphere in this small, abandoned place in the middle of nowhere is charged, the tension almost tangible."

Clementine: "Werewolves!? Here?!"

He nodded.

Clementine: "But that's the solution to the vampire problem."

Kolamano: "Maybe. It's a hope." He looked at her and felt his unconditional love for her again. It overwhelmed him. "I love you." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. For a moment he was allowed to show the love he felt for her. He kissed her. A kiss that should never end.

*******

A little later ...

Katharina arrived and Kolamano left.

Katharina: "Hello, do you really think she's coming here?"

Clementine: "We'll see soon."

In fact, it didn't take long for Grace to teleport in front of the library.

Clementine: "Thanks to the Watcher."

Grace looked at the two women in shock. What did they want from her? How did these women know her? Friend or foe? Her instinct told her she had to disappear immediately.

Escape the danger!

Clementine immediately saw the panic in Grace's eyes and knew that she didn't recognize her family. It was like the two Sages, a while ago. A piercing pain ran through her heart. "It's all right, Grace. We will wait for you here every day until you are ready."

Grace lost no more time and ran away.

Katharina wanted to run after her, but Clementine held her back. "But she is injured. We can't just ..."

Clementine: "Katharina, we have to, no matter how difficult it is. Grace was stripped of any memory of us and of herself. Her body is healing, let's hope her soul and spirit will heal as well."