#nick cousins for tw

[zetterbabe]

Panthers Would You Rather? - Episode 1

[c4tth3w]

he’s funny 🥺

[nade2308]

Despite the title this fic is not a Christmas fic, but just something regular that I apparently started in early 2021 and finished it a few weeks ago when a bout of inspiration struck.

Honestly I cannot even tell what inspired this idea to begin with, but I let it lead me where it wanted to go. It ended up being a fic where I explored the possibility of younger Jack going through something horrible and Nick coming to his aide and then sharing some of his own horrible experience.

Heed the tags and warnings, but there is nothing explicitly described.

Huge thanks to @thethistlegirl for all the help with this fic.

Happy holidays!

[sturnslutz]

headcannons about chris and honey...

tw: food issues, family issues

hockeyplayer!chris who got into college with his hockey scholarship.

hockeyplayer!chris who has had a couple relationships, but hasn't really taken any of them seriously.

hockeyplayer!chris who only has a couple people he's close with, nick, matt, nate, baby, a couple guys on his team, and he recently started considering honey to be a friend.

hockeyplayer!chris who isn't good at comforting people who are crying because he grew up learning that crying was considered being a "pussy" from his coaches. his parents tried to tell him that it was okay to cry, but he always disregarded them and listened to his coaches more.

hockeyplayer!chris who is somewhat smart. he's a good A, B student with the occasional C. he doesn't want to do the work, but he would get kicked off the team if he was failing.

hockeyplayer!chris who wears his jersey around all the time. no matter where he's at.

hockeyplayer!chris who goes to the gym or to the rink to get his mind off things he considers "distracting" (which can be something as small as binging a tv show...)

hockeyplayer!chris who has had a troubling relationship with food and keeping up with things that are good for him and would rather fill his body with energy drinks.

hockeyplayer!chris who is a complete different person than he used to be, even from a year ago. matt and nick sometimes tell their parents they barely recognize him at times.

hockeyplayer!chris who will flaunt about hookups but hasn't yet with honey.

hockeyplayer!chris who claims he has never had romantic feelings and never will, mainly because he's scared to have them. (this will affect a lot without him realizing.)

shy!reader who loves pink and being girly, but has always been fascinated with darker colors and people who have different aesthetics.

shy!reader who is bisexual, and her first kiss was a girl.

shy!reader who's closest friends are baby, nate, nick, matt, chris, and a couple of her study buddies.

shy!reader who has a part time job at the college's library.

shy!reader who is really smart and got into the college with a full-ride scholarship!

shy!reader who has talked to chris a couple times before they did anything, mainly asking each other if they had a pen, and chris complimenting her outfit a couple times.

shy!reader who is effortlessly nice to everyone, but does recognize when someone is being mean to her or her friends and will distance herself the best she can without being mean.

shy!reader who is majoring in engineering, same as chris.

shy!reader who vapes, but doesn't make it known to anyone as she doesn't want to seem "dirty" as her parents called people who smoked.

shy!reader who grew up with a messed up home life, being tossed in and out of foster homes, but ended up with her aunt and little cousin named austin when she was 14 when her aunt adopted her.

shy!reader who has never had a boyfriend or girlfriend, but has hooked up with one girl who took her virginity from a girl, who she used to be friends with in highschool, and then finally chris, who took her virginity from a guy.

baby is from @stvrnioloslvt ‘s hockeyplayer!matt au!!! baby and honey are close friends!!!

i love honey with my whole heart <3 and then there's chris. u guys dont gotta worry ab that yet tho for a little bit.

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[evermoresversion]

BETTY, CONRAD FISHER.

A/N Well, in the end my boy Conrad won to do this fic, thanks to everyone who voted on the poll.

y/n/n: your nick name.

PAIRING Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Mentions of cheating, angst, fluff at the end, implicit emotional dependency.

SUMMARY The two had been friends for a long time, but then you fell in love with each other starting a relationship. But he had an affair with another girl in the summer, ruining everything.

SONG Betty by Taylor Swift.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | CONRAD'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

You've been friends with the Fishers for as long as all three of you can remember.

The summers when they go to Cousins you stay in Boston.

You are the only reason Conrad wants to return to Boston as soon as possible.

Although in a couple of summers he managed to convince your parents to go with them to Cousins Beach.

To say that Susannah adored you was an understatement. She loved the idea of you and Conrad ending up together.

While Belly and Jeremiah were closer.

Whereas Jeremiah and Belly were closer, just as you were with Conrad.

You are both the same age so you're both in your twelfth year.

And right at the beginning of the year he confessed his feelings to you.

You, feeling the same as him, decided to start a relationship. Officially as boyfriend and girlfriend.

All went well for the year, at least before summer for him.

He met a girl that summer where you couldn't go with him.

And he had an affair with her.

All summer.

And the funny thing is, the girl's name was Summer.

He didn't know why he had done it, nor why he couldn't stop until he realized that you were waiting for him in Boston.

And he felt like the worst piece of shit in the entire universe. You've always been his best friend, his partner in crime, his everything. And now he was paying you this way.

To say that he felt guilty was an understatement. He felt worse than that. As if he had betrayed you. And in a way he did, he betrayed your trust and what you two had, I mean, you still have.

Because he didn't tell you, at least not at the time.

And the rumors began to fly, reaching the ears of your best friend, Isabelle.

"Hey y/n." she greeted sitting across from you at one of the tables in the cafeteria.

"Hi." you waved, smiling as you waited for your boyfriend.

"There is something I must tell you." her face showed concern and you frowned looking at her.

"Okay, what's up?"

"There's a rumor," she began so that the news would fall on you gently. "but you know that people are so gossipy and they make things up and—"

"Just say it, Belle."

"Conrad had an affair with another girl where he spends the summer." she blurted out quickly with anxiety and nerves invading her body.

"What?" you asked denying with a small smile that gradually faded. "He would never do that to me."

"There's proof of it, sorry I stalked the girl's Instagram a bit and saw pictures she uploaded with him." She took out her phone with the intention of showing you but you denied without looking at the device. "I don't think he knew she was going to upload them."

Your gaze was lost at some fixed point in the cafeteria and when you reacted you took your things.

"I have to do something, see you later, Belle."

"Bye." she said with concern, watching you leave.

At the next recess, he found you in the locker hall. When you noticed his presence, you tried to walk away from him, but he, like the athlete he's always been, managed to catch up with you.

"Hey, are you okay? I didn't see you last break." He looked at you with a small smile, looking for your gaze while you avoided his.

"I already know everything, Conrad." you said just looking at him. The tears you had held back when Isabelle told you began to pool in the corners of your eyes.

"I can explain it." he rushed to say, trying to get closer to you, but you took a step back.

"You betrayed me, Conrad." you pointed it out, a tear coming out of your eye, rolling down your cheek. He denied trying to take you into his arms but once again you got away. "You were the only person who could hurt me and you did."

"y/n please, we can work it out, I—"

"No,I had to find out from other people what you did and not from you." You took a deep breath, looking down. "I don't want to hear from you again, I don't want you to look for me again, you liar." And finishing with that, you walked away from him, feeling your heart oppress in your chest. Just like his.

The next day he expected to see you in the first class of the day, since most of your classes shared them. But he was disappointed to see that you would not arrive.

At the end he looked for Isabelle, he knew that she would know something.

"She changed her classes, Conrad."

Those words were like a bucket of cold water on him.

"What?" he asked in disbelief.

He didn't want to assume anything but it was more than obvious that you had changed your classes for him.

He didn't see you once all day, he didn't know if you had missed classes or if you had been avoiding him. Most likely it was the last option.

In the afternoon when walking home, he passed in front of your house and felt like he couldn't breathe.

The worst thing that he ever did was what he did to you.

He, already being in his room, did not leave there for a long time, thinking about how to return to you.

And then he remembered your birthday party coming up. There he would make his next move.

But doubts began to invade his mind: If he showed up at your party, would you have him? Would you want him? Would you tell him to go fuck himself? Or would you lead him into the garden?

"Fuck." he ran his hands through his hair and then ran them over his face in frustration.

The next day he went to the gym, the same gym you went to with him before everything went wrong.

He knew you'd be there, but he didn't know you'd be with a boy. A boy he had seen before there.

He frowned, looking at you carefully. That boy held your hand when your favorite song started playing through the speakers, making you giggle.

He was betting that not even the guy knew it was your favorite song that was playing.

At a party you were also there with the same guy. Conrad was about to leave, he hated crowds, plus he saw you dance with him. And actually that was the real reason he wanted to leave.

There was a time in the summer when he went straight to the summer house, walking through the streets with his gaze on the cobblestones.

He could only think of you.

But then the other girl parked on the side of the sidewalk he was on, reminding him that he really screwed up, a reminder of his worst intentions.

"Conrad, get in, let's drive." She smiled looking at him still inside the car and he without saying anything got into the car.

Those days turned into nights, he slept next to her almost every night but he dreamed of you all summer long.

Back to the present Conrad was finally in front of the porch of your house.

Music and people's voices could be heard from outside. But still with all the noise he could recognize your laugh.

And that was all it took for him to ring the doorbell.

He had planned it for weeks, but his entire plan was distorted by nerves and anxiety.

He could feel in his stomach how really nervous he was.

He had planned it for weeks but it was finally settling down.

That was the last time he could imagine all the scenarios that could happen with his sudden appearance at your party.

It would be the last time he would dream of what will happen when you see his face again.

All he wants to do is make it all up to you.

So he finally rang the doorbell.

Yes, he just rang the doorbell.

When he was about to back out, you opened the door.

"Will she have me? Will she love me?" Those questions were going through his mind when he saw the surprise on your face.

"Connie..." you murmured looking at him, he still not deciphering what you were thinking or feeling.

"Hey, I..."

"What are you doing here?" you asked closing the door behind you, taking a step closer to him.

He swallowed, unable to speak, but forced himself to.

"That was all a summer thing." he started trying to explain himself as best he could, even though the anxiety was eating him alive. "I'm only seventeen, y/n/n, I don't know anything but I know I miss you."

You got even closer to him, being one step away from you.

Would you kiss him? Would you tell him to go fuck himself?

"You're an idiot." you pronounced looking at him, leaving him confused. "I hope I don't regret this."

"Wha—"

You kissed him. In front of the stupid boy of the gym who was just about to come looking for you.

It was just as he had dreamed.

He took your face in his hands, kissing you softly. And in that moment he promised himself never to disappoint you again.

Once again he would kiss you in that cardigan that he loved so much that you wore because it made you look adorable, according to his words.

You would kiss one more time in his car when you were stopped at a traffic light.

Oh, how he had missed you.

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2023.

[snow-way-out]

Yan!Nick Wilde x Bunny!Reader

Words: 2.2k

Tw: Kidnapping, stalking, obsessive/possessive behavior, isolation, soft yandere

[A/n: this is so delusional...but ugh his personality makes for such a fun yan 🤭]

You weren't exactly paranoid per se, but you were experienced with more manipulative types, whether it were seedy salesmen on street corners or exploitative corporate ads, you've almost seen it all, making you slightly suspicious of, well, almost everything.

At the same time, growing up in Zootopia and its more diverse neighborhoods made you of the more open minded kind. You didn't rely on stereotypes like many of your relatives, and you gained the skill of being able to hold off on making judgements of others before they open their mouths.

In other words, you'd like to think of yourself as an analytical type.

So when you met him during a stroll with your cousin from Bunnyburrow, you were neither scared nor charmed. He must have felt it'd be an easy con, what with you two being "naive" rabbits—trying to hit your more emotional sides—and while your cousin was actually getting charmed, you were able to see through it all, rolling your eyes and quickly pulling her away, reading him for filth.

This really got to him.

He grumbled about you all night to Finnick, who tried not to bang his head on the dashboard—until Nick ignored the demand for him to shut up for a fifth time, in which the Fennec fox kicked the taller out of his van with a few colorful words to go with it.

Sooner or later, Nick happens to see you again. Anyone else and he'd try to stay out of sight, but something about you reallyyyyyy bothered him.

He eventually starts to follow you around, annoying you, teasing you, calling you pet names to get under your skin.

You went from wary of him to being annoyed quickly.

He'd often use you as furniture, leaning an elbow on the top of your head, your attempts to get him off of you not deterring him at all.

To him, it sometimes felt like you could see through him.

As if you knew what he'd gone through, as if you got him.

It should have infuriated him.

But you didn't pity him, didn't give him saccharine platitudes.

You never called him “sly fox” or “vicious predator”.

You were a rabbit who didn't treat him like a shifty fox, you treated him like a shifty con man, exactly what he was.

And in a twisted way, he couldn't get enough of it.

He was so lonely, his connections were mostly partners for his schemes or “i owe you one"s.

Now that he found someone who saw through him, who was unfazed by the convictions of the society around them that he's dangerous from birth, who, in his mind, was actually the same as him—a cosmopolitan creature so used to scrambling away from being trampled, jaded by the city—he was enamored. He couldn't lose sight of you…he couldn't lose you.

And he wouldn't let you go.

If he was following you around too much before, he was practically glued to your hips now.

The pet names, “sweetheart”, “darling”, “honey”, started becoming less and less ironic and more genuine, dripping with pure sugar every time he called you by them.

An elbow on your head turned into an arm around your shoulder, pulling you tight against him, laughing in your ears at his own jokes,

Into a paw on your waist,

Into claws lightly swiping down your ears,

Into hunching over you, letting his shadow completely engulf you, so your vision was full of him.

You went from annoyed to…uncomfortable.

You'd swat his hands away, tell him to stop calling you that, that he should go get some friends, to leave you alone.

It was really to no avail, he'd take any opportunity to touch you.

Your personal space was apparently his too, just another one of his swindles.

From the short time you knew him, you figured he was a manipulative yet laid back sort, but you eventually got to see how jealous he could get as well.

Anytime a male spoke with you—coworkers passing by you on the street, a networking connection, the mailman—he inserted himself between you two, getting all up in the other's face, using his sharp tongue to humiliate them in such covert fashion. Most would scurry away as you shot them an apologetic look, some might grumble under their breath about you “needing to put a leash on your boyfriend” (the leash part should've prickled him, but being seen as your boyfriend had him at a high, his tail wagging elatedly—meanwhile you would pull at your ears in frustration, you couldn't get anything done because of this stupid fox).

Some of your friendships were starting to become distant, or even strained, now that you had a territorial fox at your tail (he really, really wanted to mark you as his).

You did all you could to avoid him following you to your house and finding out where you live: catching taxis, constantly rejecting his offers to walk you home.

Regardless, he really did know practically everyone in the city, and with some strings pulled, was able to find out not only where you lived, but your birthday, your favorite desserts, the foods you hated, your dreams and fears, any past crushes, just near everything about you.

So it wasn't long before he showed up at all your favorite spots.

Great, now the guy was stalking you.

He figured your apartment was a little shoddy, and in typical Zootopia fashion, the neighborhood left much to be desired—the only thing your small dead end job could get you to afford.

It's not like he had his own apartment, he did live under a bridge, but he was loaded, rich from all his technically legal schemes and tax evasion.

He never really wanted to get a traditional apartment, he didn't need it and he wasn't one for luxuries or the finer things in life—just concerned with making tons of money, enough to be as secure as he could be in his unpredictable line of “work”, plus, he was able to keep a lot of his money if it didn't go to rent or any household bills.

But if he really wanted you guys together as a family, some necessary sacrifices must be made.

In a combo of using his connections, owed favors, and smooth negotiations, he was able to land a swanky cottage for relatively cheap.

And as a plus point for him, it was in the more suburban parts of the city, almost rural with how isolated it was from the rest of the houses nearby.

And with the news picking up on animals suddenly going berserk and attacking others, well it was near perfect timing. He couldn't just leave you, the frail little bunny you were, alone in that apartment of yours, when any of your neighbors could just turn on you, now could he? You needed his protection.

He tried to convince you—pathos, ethos, logos, whatever—to get you to live willingly with him.

You almost laughed in his face, spitting out a, “Who do you think you are?!”

He clicked his tongue, he figured it wouldn't be that easy

But he kept trying, after all, he had enough facilities to take care of you, give you all the things you'd like, and keep you safe from everything nasty in this cruel, cruel animal world.

But you just wouldn't have any of it, threatening him about getting a restraining order if he wouldn't finally leave you alone (which you probably should've done earlier).

He did flinch at that, and stared at you with a hurt face for a few seconds, saying, “Right. See ya then,” before leaving you alone.

You actually sighed in relief then, with the possibility that this was all done and over with. But you lightly scratched at the back of your neck, the instinctual alarm bells in your head still ringing. He seemed way too acquiescent for a guy who was smart enough to get what he wants via many means.

So you didn't ignore your alarm bells.

You tried to get your neighbors to look out for you, but they were largely dismissive; you were just the standard paranoid rabbit in their eyes, thinking everything was a threat.

You tried to avoid being alone or out longer than absolutely necessary (which you were already doing due to the recent violent outbreaks), even investing in a more potent pepper spray (the Fox Repellent sprays your cousin tried to push at you crossed your mind, but you still found those gross, and a generic pepper spray was just as effective).

As hard as you tried, you would eventually need to make a trip out at night to get an errand done.

It was a late night request from work. You tried to refuse but the tone of your insistent boss implied that you better get it done if you wanted to keep your job. So you headed out anyways, weighing your options.

It was gonna be fast and quick, and you were on high alert.

And really, nothing went wrong on the way to get the task done, or the whole time you were completing said task. All the hard parts were done, and you were going to get home without incident if you sped back.

Or at least you thought you were.

Honestly, it should've been poetic, how much more effective he was at chasing you than you were hiding from him. A tale as old as time.

He had cornered you so fast you let out a yelp.

“Wow, the city is falling apart, and you're just casually out at night,” he leaned slightly over you, hands behind his back. He was kinda pissed that you'd rather risk your safety on the streets than take a completely free opportunity to have your needs taken care of…by him.

You took a few steps back, but he'd close any distance between the two of you quickly.

“G-get away from me. I'll call the cops right now, I mean it!”

It made him so sad that you'd just give your soulmate away to the cops, enough to pout, but duty calls—you needed his protection, especially now that he saw how careless you, even with how cautious you usually were, could be.

He just stood up and circled around you, his tail brushing against your legs as he went. He then laid a paw on one shoulder and leaned over the other, his face only inches away from yours. With his face so close, the combination of his night vision and the reflection of the moonlight made his eyes glow unnervingly. It spooked you, so much so you grabbed at the pepper spray on instinct, only to paw at an empty pocket.

To your horror, Nick held the bottle up, before smirking at you. “Looking for this, dollface?” spinning it in his hand and then tossing it up and down in the air.

You tried to lunge for it but he held it back away from you, his grip on your shoulder limiting your range of motion as well. “After all we've been through, you'd really try to use one of these on me, huh?” His smirk turned into a bitter frown, and his words did nothing but make you fear he might retaliate. But the frown left as quickly as it came, and he peered down at you with his usual half lidded grin, tossing the pepper spray behind his shoulder. “Hey, I forgive you, darling, I get it. You're scared, as you should be, I mean, who knows what crazed animal could be just beyond the corner.”

You wanted to scream that such a statement included him, but your words failed you when his free paw lifted your knees up, the grip of his other paw on your shoulder only getting firmer.

Your heart leapt into your throat at the swift motion, and it took a few seconds to register that he just forced you in his arms, already walking the both of you towards a predetermined destination, before you started kicking and screaming, desperately trying to get out of his bridal carry.

But his grip was so strong, stronger than you thought possible for a guy who made a living off of using his brains over any brawn.

You tried making as much noise as you could, trying to alert your neighborhood, trying to get anyone to come out and help.

But no one did.

You even saw one animal draw their curtains closed tight .

The near sheer hopelessness of it all almost made you go limp.

But no, you were not going to make it any easier for him.

You tried to claw and bite at him, anything to break out of his hold. But he just dodged your attacks, lowly chuckling instead. “Hey, leave the biting for later,” he purred.

A cold shiver did not fail to travel down your spine. And it got worse once you realized he was getting closer and closer to a car.

“It's a rental!” He chirped, lightly bouncing you in his arms, “...from a friend! So it was cheap too, not only that but...”

His words became background noise, drowned out by the sound of your heart drumming in your ears.

In just a few feet, was the loss of your freedom.

[whosdinkleyhenderson]

The Farmhouse - N.G

Reader's Guide:

Word used in this format = the character's thoughts.

Word used in this format = sounds

TW: Swearing, and blood.

WEREWOLF AU!

The scent of hay filled the quiet and dark barn yard. Why had she agreed to meet him here, out in the middle of nowhere in his grandparent's farmhouse. Nick's message suggested that this would be a great weekend trip for them, whilst his grandparents were away visiting his cousins.

Y/N smiled at the thought of spending time with her best friend, yet something in her gut didn't sit right. Sighing she glanced down at the metallic box in her hand; she sat there in silence and began to fiddle with it. Checking that the wrapping was precise, her eyes squinted. Next time I'm going to use a little less sticky tape.

She hoped he'd like his present. Y/N knew he adored her gifts ever since she was able to purchase them with her own money. I probably should have baked him a cake or cookies for his birthday.

The barn door opened and revealed his 6'4 figure. Nick gently closed the barn door, breathing heavily, and his back drenched in sweat. He hadn't noticed her presence waiting in the barn house. As he turned around, the poor bloke jumped in fright, at sight of his best friend. Whose smile deflated the moment their eyes met.

Strange, looks like something is bothering him.

"Y/N?" She noticed his eyes, twitching every few seconds, as droplets of sweat trickled down his jaw. He rubbed his palms against his lite blue jeans, creating a damp stain on each leg. His shoes covered in what looked like dirt and tree sapp? Y/N's eyes squinted at his shoes, watching how he tried his best to hide his white conversers.

Maybe he stepped in something, she thought.

"Hey." She breathed, wanting to break the thick tension in the barn house. It was never like this between them, the air never thick and suffocating. Something was different, or maybe it was nerves. Nerves about what? They told each other everything. Yet he stood there, his aura feeling off, like he was off in the merry old land of Oz.

"What are you doing here?" His hazel eyes, seemed distant, red around the coiners like he had been crying for hours. The bags under his eyes black and sunken.

He probably had been working all weekend long.

Nick felt a tingle across the back of his hand. As if his hair follicles were itching against his skin.

No... not now! Not in front of Y/N.

His attention focused on his hand. In pure fright he watched as thick black hair slithered up his pale skin, as if it were taunting him. Laughing at his fear, knowing damn well what reaction it would cause. He could hear it, that voice.

"I got your message...and um...I brought you something." Breaking his concertation, he clasped his hand behind his back. Praying she had not seen it and to his luck, she did not question it.

The crease in his brows, brought more worry to her core and his answer frighten her. "What message?"

He sensed her nerves skyrocketing, her heartbeat consuming his hearing.

God it's so fucking loud.

His ears could not take the volume anymore; it felt like the sound was increasing with each second. Her movements were smooth and gentle as she made her way towards him.

BA-DUD!

"The one you sent last week."

BA-DUD!

His gums began to ache. Throbbing, pinching, jaw stretching, his canines elongating. Blood seeping into his mouth, devouring his tastes buds. The worst was only beginning.

Oh! FUCK!

BA-DUD!

A tingling sensation vibrated his core; with each step she took. His senses heightening, everything itching at his brain. and most of all the cry of her heart. Beating so loud, so strong, but so fucking loud. The throbbing ache ripped his mind in two.

BA-DUD!

His back began to ache. Muscles tearing, expanding from within. His fingernails, piercing his skin, pushing deep within his palm.

BA-DUD!

"I never sent a message." Her movement ceased; Y/N's eyes fixated on the box now stared straight ahead at her best friend. His figure hunched and turned to the side, hazel irises shut.

BA-DUD!

"Nick? Are you..." Her voice now an echo in the distant. His breathing quickened, his eyes burning, it consumed him. His mind screaming, crying to tear his clothes off. He felt it, his feet pulsing in his tight shoes, skin stretching against his green flannel shirt.

Y/N took cautious steps towards him. The growing fear trembling inside her. "...Nick?" He let out a painful yelp.

BA-DUD!

Her intoxicating scent filled his lungs. Blackberry, vanilla and orange blossom, consuming his being. He wanted to touch her, feel her, take her, but he couldn't. He couldn't let her see him like this. Not this brutal beast he was. "Nick?"

His head snapped forward as the sound of his bones breaking silenced her. Frozen, the metallic box slipped from her fingers. Landing between her feet as eye glued on the sight in front of her.

Blazing orange orbs replaced the warm hazel eyes of Nick. Sharp fangs hung between his pale lips, his clothes ripping with every second that passed.

"Y/N." He howled.

HOWLED...

HOWLED...

HOWLED...

"Nick? Hey, earth to Nick."

Blinking, his hazel eyes met her sweet e/c ones, as she snapped her fingers in his face.

What the hell?

"Gee, I had no clue your hand was so fascinating." She laughed, watching his fingers hover over his hand.

Nick looked panicked but brushed it off and gave her a sweet hug, inhaling her enchanting scent.

"Huh...my wha...oh my arm. Ha, thought I felt something crawling on it." He smiled and scratched the back his neck.

"Well come on, bozo! Can't stay inside here all night. Unless you want to spend your birthday inside your grandparent's barn yard."

She was right they needed to leave before she found their bodies.

Mauled and mangled.

Smiling at her statement, he took a hold of her hand. Cold and clammy clasped warm and soft. "Yeah...Yeah, come on let's go."

He ushered her out. His hazel eyes speared one last glance inside and watched the blood trickle down the timber wall.

Y/N watched with careful eyes as he slammed the barn door shut, placing the lock on.

Strange.

He met her gaze and smiled. "Shall we?"

"We shall."

What was in that barn yard?

Part 2? 

I hope you liked it, as always stay safe, go to school and don't do drugs. 

[makethosenarratorsfight]

UNRELIABLE NARRATORS; SIDE C

Holden Caulfield Propaganda (TW; referenced suicidal thoughts) :

what do you mean "you're having a mental breakdown" or "you're self sabagoting yourself" or "holden you really got to stop talking about killing yourself." phony.

Nick Carraway Propaganda:

Nick describes himself as being “one of the few honest people I have ever known.” His need to describe himself this way makes the reader question how much Nick can actually be trusted. (Not all that much...remember that he has been dating several girls in Minnesota potentially at the same time? And he's also unreliable because of his fondness for Gatsby, which is contrasted by his clear distaste for the other characters in the book. He sees Gatsby as a symbol of hope, which makes his perspective biased.)

Biased in favor of Gatsby (gay)

Minimises Gatsby's shittyness bc he's in love with him. Minimises his own part in events that lead to Gatsby's death. Cheating is fine if you are really really in love??

He starts the book by saying he’s unbiased but is biased throughout the whole thing. He spends the book continually judging his cousins husband Tom but excuses when his friend Gatsby does the exact same things. He describes Gatsby as different from the other rich people around him, but Gatsby does the same stuff everyone else is (to an arguably worse degree).

[fitzyshusband]

So I recently came home to find a lovely package of bsd Volume 11. It single handedly is my favourite volume of all time, asides from around 3/4 to 10 (aka Guild Arc). The obvious reason is, well Fitzgerald: my name isn't Fitzyshusband for nothing.

To nobody's surprise, this is my Fitzgerald Ramble: (I've decided to add images between like each convo so you don't have to feel overwhelmed with so many words)

(Apologies if there's any spelling errors I've not proof read this...yet)

Were going to name the chapters 'Fitzgerald's rising' collectively because that's the name of the Anime episode (I watched the anime first before reading the manga). One thing the anime fails to accomplish is establish a deep personality and completed story for Fitzgerald. I noticed there was so many more little convosations and scenes in the manga that the anime took out that quite frankly should've stayed in. I know budget wise and from a business stand point nobody really wants to see Fitzgerald they're more focused on the major characters such as Atushi, Aktagawa, Ranpo, Fyodor, tw Dazai, Chuuya because those are the fandom Favourite (not mine personally, asides from Fyodor and ranpo, but I can see why they're liked so much).

What is so good about Fitzgerald rising is that it draws in so much from The Great Gatsby that it stimulates my brain and makes me giggle and kick my feet and feel overwhelmingly happy emotions. I haven't really looked into many of the other characters but I do believe that Fitzgerald is one of the only characters that has his book referenced so much in a way that you have to actually be aware of the plot of the Great Gatsby to know.

To briefly summarise the plot of The Great Gatsby, Nick caraway is the cousin of Daisy who is married to Tom Buchanan. Nick moves in beside a truely amazing house and meets the owner Jay Gatsby. Gatsby and Daisy are past lovers, because Gatsby has to go off Daisy ended up being with Tom. Gatsby got all his wealth and everything he has to win Daisy's love and attention, to which he does before she caves in and decides she should stay with Tom. This all ends in Gatsby dying (murder) and showing that nobody asides from Nick actually cared about him.

I'm bad at explaining so I hope that this somewhat helped.

Now, onto the symbolism with Fitzgeralds Rising.

First of all, T.J Eckleburg is a character in the Great Gatsby. His name is on a billboard with two peeping eyes, owning the 'eyes of god'. In BSD, It's Tom Buchanan who owns Eyes of God and Eckleburg is merely the enjineerer behind it. I like that Tom Buchanan is seen as an asshole and horrible man in bsd because he definitely is in The Greag Gatsby. I'm also glad that Tom Buchanan meets his demise to Fitzgerald (Gatsby) because its the opposite of what happens in the actual book.

I'm not the only one to agree that Fitzgerald is the only character deserving of the book that everyone is like hunting for. Not only is his reasoning family orientated but he shows signs of caring for others, despite John Steinback saying he doesn't care. I think there is a darker side to Fitzgerald, this would be in line with the Authors life as a whole; raging alcoholic with a very messy life, often making a fool of himself and evenchually dying alone. I don't believe this should be an outcome for BSD Fitzgerald because I think I wouldn't be able to recover mentally, but I do enjoy the idea that Fitzgerald is alone.

It sounds twisted but from a character development stand point its such a good concept. This man that is Extroverted, known to be very big and have all this wealth; a lovely wife, so many good things that most people don't have, but deep inside he has this lingering loneliness. This is so apparent because although he is surrounded by so many people his more impactful scenes are one on one or one on two. Francis V Atushi when he walked in on Francis Phone call, it has such a big impact because it gave us his motivation to why he does everything he has.

Fitzgerald rising is very much him one on one with other people, we see more of him and he's such a like cool character. His friendship with Louisa ,though people assume is very One sided, is so much more than what people assume. Fitzgerald recognises Louisa's intelligence, he gives her the space she needs to use it and although she obediently does as he says she's so happy doing it. He knows this, otherwise he would value her so much. One detail I overlooked until I read the manga was Louise's ability. It isn't one that enhances her intelligence, its one that slows down time. Her plans are all based on what she knows and her predictions are always right.

Louisa is on par with Ranpo and because she is so overlooked people fail recognise this.

Fitzgeralds rising is the recognition that Fitzgerald holds people he cares for so highly that you could argue he values others more than himself. Everything he does is for other people, something Gatbsy always did, and to simply call him a character that lacks connections with others is a clear mischaracterisation.

Don't get me wrong, this can be countered with Lucy easily. He dropped her almost instantly and even says that Fitzgerald can discard people easily, yet she still got to stay working for Francis until she betrayed him. Only then does he fully discard her. He knows that everyone has a purpose and he helps them find it, he's had Louisa by his side so it's no doubt that she's been able to research all this and tell Francis what people are good for and he does exactly that.

He gives people purpose.

Fitzgerald rising makes me yearn for more Fitzgerald content, which we do get in the form of Francis vs Nathaniel and Atushi seeking help from Fitzgerald, sure he guild trips Atushi into agreeing to get Yosano to heal Margaret because she's the only person to stop Nathaniel. Yet, his actions comes from a place of protection.

To make me love Fitzgerald and BSD even more would be adding Nick Carraway and Earnest Hemingway because quite frankly I would explode and die and cry and giggle and sob and go absolutely crazy. There's so much to explore with these two potential characters, Nick being someone who admires Francis and can be hired into the new guild and Earnest being a counter to Francis, the potential is endless.

I would expect that if they chose to add Nick, then Fitzgerald would be meeting his end: going off The Great Gatsby.

If they chose to add Hemingway, then I would expect that he would either be just another person wanting him dead. He would probably be teaming up with John Steinbeck to expose Francis. This would introduce us to a darker side of Francis, a side that has only ever been mentioned and not actually seen.

There's so much more I could talk about, like the wedding ring and the possible theory that Zelda has died or divorced Francis and how that links into Author Fitzgerald. The relationship between Fitzgerald and Hemingway that has hints of homosexual feelings: Who would be the Daisy equivalent because Tom Buchanan is a Canon character to BSD, T.J Eckleburgs role beyond just being someone Fitzgerald saved.

However, I have a tenancy to ramble so much nobody can even recognise or remember what I started of saying in the first place. Therefore, I will leave it here.

My final words: Fitzgerald needs more recognition and to be seen beyond funny money man.

[kage-no-sonzai]

Sad shit below the cut (tw: loss of family member)

This is the guy I miss. Before the dementia made you forget me.

I like to think I was still there, in your memories, even if you didn't always know who I was. And I like to think that when I went to see you, you recognised someone you loved, even if you didn't know my name.

You'll always be in my memories. As the man who raised, nurtured, and loved me.

I will always remember you taking me to McDonalds on Wednesdays, and nicking my chips. I will remember how me and my cousin used to pop our heads out the sunroof of your car when you were driving down country roads. I will remember you taking me swimming every Tuesday, rewarding us with a chip butty after. I will remember you picking me up from school when my Dad didn't. I will remember yours was the house I got my first set of keys to. I will remember how you were the one to nurture me in my speech therapy, but never weaponised it. I will remember walking around town with you, going to Wilko, and fixing the weight of the pick and mix so it was cheaper. I will remember you teaching me army songs, I still remember them.

I will remember that you always used to call me your 'diamond'.

And I will never forgive the disease that got you, and took you away from us before we were ready to let you go.

I love you to pieces and always will 💕 I love you grandad. Rest in Peace 💕 I hope you're not confused and in pain anymore.

[lavendcrhazed]

[ taylor zakhar perez, cis man, he/him ] — spotted in the streets of brooklyn, it's ELIAS TORRES. they have lived in the city for TEN YEARS, working as a BARTENDER/DOG WALKER. the 32 year old will probably be seen around BUSHWICK a lot, seeing as that’s where they live. people say they can be a bit IMPULSIVE and FORGETFUL, but friends know them to be CHARISMATIC and IMAGINATIVE. you know for sure you’ve found them when you’ve come across HALF FINISHED PROJECTS LITTERING EVERY SURFACE, LOUD LAUGHTER AND WARM SMILES, AND A SENSE OF CONSTANTLY NEEDING TO PROVE YOURSELF. welcome to brooklyn, it’s been waiting for you!

STATS !

birth name : elias gabriel torres nick name : eli birth date : december 24th sexuality: bisexual biromantic currently residing : apartment in bushwick occupation : dog walker & bartender @ rainbow rhythm

family : gabriel torres (father), alejandra torres (mother), pj torres (older sister), mariela torres (younger sister), yasmine torres (cousin) pets : black schnauzer named cooper relationship status: single :( notable past relationships: n/a

hair color : dark brown eye color : brown height : 6'1" noticeable scars: appendix removal scar, various scars and scrapes from being a dumbass piercings : none :( tattoos: dog ears on left forearm for old doggo

HISTORY !

tw for medicated drug use mention

elias torres is born on an unusually cold christmas eve in texas, the best present his mother is ever going to receive if you ask him, to a family that is already struggling to make ends meet. between his father's constant switching of jobs to his mother's inability to find a steady job (and an older sister already in the mix), the torres family isn't expecting a second child.

with his mother at home all the time, eli learns pretty quickly that the more he acts up, the more likely he is to get what he wants. it's easy, a temper tantrum when you don't get your way to blaming your sibling for everything to get out of trouble. this continues well into the time that eli goes to elementary school and his teacher points out that it isn't "normal" behavior. it's this that makes alejandra question if there isn't something more going on.

eli quickly gets an adhd diagnosis, meds pushed on the young boy before he even knows what's going on. but the temper tantrums have stopped, and he's behaving more and more so nobody questions it too much.

years pass and eli floats through them without feeling too much and his grades start slipping, but his p.e. teacher mentions the soccer team and he joins. there he thrives, relying less and less on the meds his parents pushed and more on healthier ways to get rid of excess energy.

he continues soccer into high school, getting the attention of college scouts that come to try to get him to go their college, but that dream is shattered when his knee does. so he stops playing and decides to go to college for business since it seems the easiest.

college is nothing but partying and hooking up, so it's not a bring surprise to eli's family when he drops out. what does surprise them is that he moves to new york on whim.

his first few years are met with sleeping on people's couches and doing odd jobs, but eventually he gets a job at rainbow rhythm. he also found a roommate, adopted a dog, and got a second job to help cover rent.

WANTED CONNECTIONS !

a best friend! give this man someone that calms the chaos, mellows him out and helps him sort through the mess that is his brain.

a roommate (or two): eli cannot live on his own, he's physically unable. i'd love for him to have a roommate or two who are either just as chaotic as he is or are an actual adult and keeps him in line.

exes of all kinds: one night stands turned friends, former one night stands, exes that ends on bad terms, exes that eli just straight up ghosted with no warning, all of it.

people who he lived with before his current apartment: eli slept on people's couches (or in their bed if they were close enough) so i'd love someone that knew him from that time period.

neighbors: does your muse live in an apartment in bushwick and need food delivered straight to their door? eli is your man. does your muse need something fixed? eli is your man. basically if you need something done around your muses' apartment, eli is your man!

others: enemies? give me anything and everything okay thank you bye.

[a-poets-victim]

I'm Gonna Be Famous - K R-P

(TW: Suicidal Ideation, Past SA, Past COCSA, Mention of Addiction, Mention of Self-Harm)

I’m gonna be famous

That’s what I always told myself as a child. I used to want to be famous. I thought it would be just like the actors in the movies I watched growing up. Now that I’m 15, I couldn’t think of anything worse. Being the centre of attention. It scared me. More than life. More than death. I’ve become compliant with being a shadow. I suppose I sort of just lost my spark. I don’t feel it anymore. I don’t feel much of anything anymore.

I’m gonna be famous

I’m turning 16 in a few months. When I was 12, I told myself that if I wasn’t dead before 16, I’d be a failure. A pathetic wannabe. A fake. Fake because I didn’t have the guts to kill myself. Fake because I couldn’t go deep enough. Fake because no matter how many times I sobbed about wanting to die and saying I’d kill myself, I never did it. I’m not strong enough. I’m too pathetic to kill myself. How ironic.

I’m gonna be famous

I was 10 when I first cut myself. I don’t remember why. But I remember sitting in bed, crying about something. Probably about him. 10 was one of the hardest ages for me. I was only just starting to realize what happened with my dad. I was 9 when he died, and 10 when I died. But I remember staring in such shock and astonishment at the thin line of red on my right wrist. It was barely anything. Almost a nick. But somehow, I felt proud. Like I found myself for the first time in months. Like cutting was a sport and my first one was a gold medal. The first step up an endless staircase.

I’m gonna be famous

I was 8 when I realized not all kids were touched how I was. When I realized that maybe what was happening wasn’t normal. That I was different. I hated that feeling. The feeling of not being the same as my best friends. He was only a few years older. Grade 4, I think. What I didn’t realize until recently was that he was hurt, too. I blamed him for years. But he didn’t know what he was doing. He was a kid. Like I was.

I’m gonna be famous

I remember I would always talk about how I’m gonna be on TV when I grew up. How I’d be a star. An actor or a singer or whatever I wanted to be. Because I could. Because I was told to dream big. My dreams were crushed when I was 13. Crying in bed about how ugly I was. Then and there I decided no director would hire an ugly boy. A girl. An ugly girl. I was only just becoming a teenager, and I had already felt the pain of heartbreak. Because what I dreamed about for years came crashing down the first time someone called me fat and ugly.

I’m gonna be famous

I was 10 when I had my first cigarette. I threw up. I coughed until the food I ate rose in my throat and shot out. I cried for so long. I cried until I couldn’t. When I was 12, I tried my first drink. Sips from my aunties drink while she wasn’t looking. Stolen shots from my cousins. I don’t drink anymore. I was 13 when I started smoking. The first week, I developed a bad cough. But I couldn’t stop. Because it was cool. Cool to smoke. I developed a bad addiction. Yet, somehow, my mom still doesn’t know. I was 13 when I actually smoked weed for the first time. Just tiny hits from a pen maybe once a month. Now I can’t be sober. I was 14 when I tried psychedelics. I felt euphoric. Like I could do anything. It made me happy. It made me laugh. I didn’t feel all the pain and anguish I usually did. I still do them the minute I get money. 15 years old. I can’t stay sober. I have backups in case I run out because being sober hurts.

I’m gonna be famous

From 10 to 15, I had countless achievements. If I went deeper, I’d just stare in adoration. The more cuts I did in one day, the better I felt. Like maybe I was actually sick and not just pretending. The more days I went without eating, I felt that maybe. Just maybe. I had a real eating disorder. Because no fat person could have an eating disorder. Just disordered eating. My self worth quickly came from how much I could do. How deep I could go. How little food I ate in a day.

I’m gonna be famous

I’m 15. I’m turning 16 in a few months. That’s supposed to be an important age, right? Sweet 16. The age he promised to start accepting me. The age I promised myself I’d be dead by. 4 Months. I turn 16 in 4 months. I used to tell my mom how I’d be on TV. How I was gong to be famous. She seemed so proud. So proud that her little girl had such a beautiful spark. Where did it go. When I see her now, she looks at me with disappointment. Disgust. Embarrassment. Betrayal.

I’m gonna be famous, mom. I hope you see me on TV.

[renegadefearstreet1966]

Twenty Four

credit to gif owner.

Cindy comes to as she slowly sits up, breathing heavily as she looks around. The possessed killers are gone as the bodies of her girlfriend and sister capture her attention.

That was July 19, 1978. Five thousand, nine hundred and thirty-seven days ago.

My best friend was dead and so was I.

A panicked Cindy gets on her knees and begins chest compressions on Bunny as Ziggy layed there lifeless, bleeding out the rest of the way...

...Dead.

"Come on, come... on." She huffs. "You...can't...leave...me. You have a daughter. If you won't live for me, live for her. She...needs...her...mother."

Nick ran up to Ziggy as he ignored Cindy and performed compressions on her but there was no use, considering that she died. He curses to himself as he hung his head low. Bunny, however, started breathing although it was faint.

Most days I wish I'd stay dead.

Suddenly Bunny begin coughing and gasping for air before panicking. Blood soaked her white tank top as well as her blue jean shorts. Cindy holds her hands over Bunny's wounds, trying to stop the blood from pouring out.

...

"Wait. Wait, you're Bunny?"

An expressionless Amelia stared at a wall, almost as if she were about to break down. She continued telling the story of how she survived.

...

The female laid atop gurney, tired and weak from the night she had. She looked up and saw Cindy and Nick, but not Ziggy as Bunny feared something bad happened to the red head.

"Z--Ziggy, where is she?" Bunny croaked out weakly before looking toward the body next to her.

"She's... She's dead, Bunny." Cindy speaks, tears pouring from her eyes as she gazes into hers.

"Cin.. Cindy, that can't be! She was fine, and now you're telling me she's suddenly dead?"

Cindy nodded, lowering her head and sobbed. Bunny didn't know what to feel at the moment, knowing she is bleeding between the packaged wounds. Tears forced their way out making you wail in the process before a sheriff approached the tw females. Bunny leaned her head against the headrest, staring at the sky above. The officer snapped his fingers, exhaling before grabbing ahold of his belt.

"Hey, what's your name? Look at me. What's your name?"

Bunny gasps, barely keeping eye contact with the male.

"Bunny," She replies in a weak tone.

"It's Amelia. Her real name Amelia Slater."

"Where's Zig... Chris... Where's Christine?" You asked.

The offer stepped to the side as you got the view of your deceased friend lying lifeless on a stretcher as well. A coroner covers her face with a sheet before wheeling her towards a vehicle while you watched on helplessly, wishing she would have gone back and saved her.

Ziggy... my best friend she died for nothing. She should still be here with us, however, she isn't.

I told everyone the story of how she died. The story I just told you.

And no one believed me.

...

Deena and Josh looked at each other, Angelica had tears welling up in her eyes, taking a glance at the Johnson siblings.

"And Nick?" Deena asked.

"Besides being Angelica's father, he..." Amelia trailed off.

...

"It was her. Sarah Fier, the witch. The curse, it's... it's real."

Nick peered down at Amelia, his face blank with a serious stare as it almost made the Slater sister uncomfortable.

I thought he was different. I thought he would believe me for the sake of our daughter.

But Nick had a destiny a destiny in this town. And you don't become sheriff talking about ghost stories.

I couldn't see him again. Not after that.

And Cindy? Well, we had trauma to live with, however, she became a legal guardian for Angelica. We got married in 1988, and built a life even though we both were terrified those monsters... my brother would come after us.

My cousin, Caroline, was amongst the victims killed in Camp Nightwing. She was only nineteen-years-old at the time of her death, and she never believed me.

And I never got to say goodbye.

The paramedics loaded Bunny into the ambulance as Cindy followed, lying and stating that they were cousins.

The witch... The town curse...

For one night, Cindy and Ziggy believed that there was a way to end it. So I thought there was too. But I know... there is no end.

Once at the hospital, Amelia had to get surgery since her knee was broken and the bone was sticking straight out, she was stabbed four times by Ruby Lane and three times by glass shards -- one in her hand, leg and side, and had her leg broken by so she's pretty messed up. The doctors put Amelia on strong pain meds so she is comfortable as she later regained consciousness, looking around and began to panic.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here." A voice spoke.

Amelia glanced over at Cindy, making eye contact with her. "Cindy?"

"You're okay."

"Where am I?"

"The hospital. We did it. We survived."

"Holy shit, we did?"

"Yeah,"

Amelia looked at her body, a brace secured around her knee as multiple bandages sealed her stab wounds including her palm. She weakly extended her arm out as Cindy grabbed her hand firmly, limping toward the bed.

"I love you,"

"I love you too,"

Cindy had a bandage on her chin where the ax had cut her, and had a slight limp from falling but other than that, she was okay. Bunny brought her onto her bed and began sobbing. She joined, crying into Amelia's gown. There wasn't much said, staying in the same spot before Cindy remembered something. She sat up and wiped the tears away, her big blue eyes stared back at her.

"Your daughter will be here soon. I called your aunt while you were in surgery, and although she wasn't too thrilled, although she decided on bringing Angelica here, so you can see her again."

Those words made Amelia feel good, knowing that she'll be able to hold her daughter had tears streaming down her face once again but Cindy helped wipe then away, sitting on the bed and making sure she wasn't crushing her broken leg. Amelia told her she was fine, but deep down was scared the killers -- her brother would come back to haunt you once again. But Amelia's racing thoughts stopped when there was a knock on the door, expecting a fist to break through the window and enter to hurt her once again.

However, it was her aunt and daughter. A smile crept up on her, unaware that Cindy had gotten up and laced her fingers together. Amelia's aunt raised a brow, but ignored it and approached the recovering female giving her a hug before handing Angelica to her. She had just turned four months a couple days prior, without her knowledge.

Amelia held her baby in her arms as emotions filled her body, talking to her. She embraced her gently and knew that she was home and had a destiny... to protect her daughter with Cindy Berman.

Later, Cindy had a chance to hold Angelica again as Amelia was asleep. In her dream, Amelia went back the few hours from this morning, running away from her brother as he chased her. Chasing Amelia so much and being stabbed by ruby made her squirm in her sleep as tears began running down Amelia's cheeks. She was scared, fighting back as her body began to hurt. She was stabbed again before dying.

Amelia woke, panicked and gasped for air and looked around her whilst grabbing her side, checking for blood when all she felt was a bandage. She began to sweat profusely as Cindy rushed over, kneeling beside her. She held Angelica in one arm as her other hand grabbed Amelia's, making her look at the Berman sister. Breathing heavily and groaning, she breathed calmly as Amelia started doing the same, eventually calming down from her nightmare.

"Hey, you're alright. It's okay. I got you. I'm not letting you go anytime soon, especially this little one."

Amelia weakly smiled at her, knowing she lived for this and that's what you plan on doing.

[the-thresher-shark]

Meet my fallout ocs!

This is Woliri, from vault 116. Their name is from a language I made and might share more of in the future, but anyways- their name means wealth. Woliri is the oldest of the 3 and the only one who does chems, they generally travel with John Hancock and Nick Valentine as well as a rottweiler named Radio. They are also the one who name Woliwi. Woliri is generally laid back, however when anyone (*cough cough* those cunts in the brotherhood of steel *cough cough*) says anything bad about synths and ghouls they become 110% ready to THROW HANDS. Woliri tends to help others when they can, however it's never really the constant forefront of their mind, unless they are helping ghouls and synths, they see helping those two groups as more important then devoting themselves to helping humans, as, those groups generally are the victims of (*COUGH COUGH* BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL *COUGH COUGH*) needless violence.

This is Wolixi (this name means Wish), the younger sibling of Woliri and a starry eyed hero type. They are the general of the minutemen (in my playthrough of fallout I have been absolutely LOVING the minutemen), and overall a total sweetie. They go out of their way to help anyone they can and often travel with Preston Garvey and a Chocolate Labrador Retriever named Lotus. In all honesty not a lot of writing has gone into Wolixi yet as I've been more focused on the other two, but worry not! They will get their story soon enough.

VAULT 116

Vault 116 was a vault that intended to improve the immune system of humans through selective breeding, regularly, the vault would get a new epidemic, those who recovered quickly would be most likely to be selected to be bred for the next generations, all was going as planned until an ailment spread to the crops, killing them off and leaving the vault without food. Panic set in and Woliwi's parents suggested leaving the vault, as, going to the wastelands sounded better than starving in a hole. They were promptly banished, using what stored supplies they had the vault continued, the residents getting weaker until they saw fit that they cannibalise eachother, seeing this the overseer gave in and the vault was left. Woliri and wolixi mere children, thrown from their homes to an unforgiving hell scape.

Bonus fact: there was a very high german population in the vault so all the people in the vault spoke both german and english!

And here we come to the last of the three, the weird cousin. Woliwi is the youngest of the three, being 8 years younger than Woliri and 6 years younger than Wolixi. Woliwi is only 19 in the events of fallout 4, and in the events of the fallout series they are 28, most descriptions of them will be from the time of the fallout series, but lets get into their history first.

TW, CSA, trafficking, abuse, torture (I have put a note when the trigger warning is over)

Woliwi was born in the wastelands, to vaultie parents. A target was on them from the start. At the age of 5 their parents were slaughtered and the small child was tossed into sex trafficking, or the wasteland equivalent. They escaped at the age of 8 and were taken in by a gang of drifters, at some point during this Woliwi had developed D.I.D, something they didnt realise wasn't normal. The drifters held concerns about the child talking to the people in their head, but it was overall ignored. At the age of 9, Woliwi would meet their cousins, aunt and uncle, through telling stories the group would quickly realise they were related, Woliri then named Woliwi, the name meaning wolf. Woliwi spoke a broken version of german, due to only being taught until the age of 5, so the group taught them to speak more fluently in German. When Woliwi was 11 their family parted from the drifters, offering to bring Woliwi along, which they declined. They would come to regret this. The gang of drifters was killed when they were 12, which they narrowly escaped. They wandered until they came across a church. They would spend the next 3 months being told their D.I.D was nothing more than the devil speaking to them, and they just needed to pray harder. When they acted 'out of line' they were hit and yelled at. They eventually ran away, only to be caught by a group of gunners, who heated scrap metal over a fire and burned their shoulder, the only reason this didnt continue was due to a pack of wolf-dogs and mutts getting involved and saving them. Woliwi would take to traveling alongside the hounds the most constant and loving home they had ever gotten to enjoy.

~end of trigger warning~

Woliwi tends to travel with a colourful bunch, 23 canines most often, however they have been known to travel with Cooper Howard on several occasions, they also tend to bring their doberman Indus along during these times. He puts up with them because they are very useful. When traveling with Cooper, They've grown to like others being there, namely Lucy and Dogmeat.

(Please note, Woliwi's experiences with D.I.D are very heavily based on my own struggle with having it)

Though they consider their alters also travelling partners, so in their eyes, their travelling party is usually a bit bigger.

ALSO EVERYTHING IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE AS THESE ARE BRAND NEW OCS

[easthavenconnections]

JOHNNY WAGNER IS LOOKING FOR HIS OLDER SISTER!

tw: death, illness and alcoholism

OOC: K

Character: Johnny Wagner

Type of Connection: Older Sister

WC Name: UTP Wagner (unless married)

Age Range: 36+

FC Options: Katie McGrath, Alexandra Daddario, UTP

Would you like to be contacted?: Yes

Triggers: death, illness, alcoholism

Connection Description: This is Johnny's older sister. She would be related not only to Johnny Wagner, but Neena Wagner (younger, adopted sister), Nick Wagner (father), Verity Wagner (cousin), Alec Kincaide (cousin), Waverly Erickson (cousin). She was born and raised in East Haven, Vermont. Their father was was professional football player and they had a close knit family. However, in October of 2021 their mother passed away and they weren't told she was sick. Their father became an alcoholic after their mother's death and is now several months sober. A lot of the other background information and current history of the sister is UTP.

[st-louis]

tor @ mtl, 02.08.20 | joel is too large for the camera frame