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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 7 months ago

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In A Week's Time: Elliott x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Soft sex, creampies

Summer. A scorching summer season had settled amongst the valley. Where others saw a reason to just flock to the beach and wade in the oceans or to take advantage of the museum’s better quality air conditioner, you had been excited for this season to make profits. Sure, you had made a good profit off of spring’s fresh crops what of strawberries and parsnips and bulbs of garlic all in a row; it was summer you were waiting for as well as many other farmers around. You could just imagine your crop fields full of patches of blueberries and of melons, peach and orange trees in full bloom as well as stalks of hops to keep the kegs full of aging beer (and let’s not get started about the starfruit patches to which you’ll be turning into wine by the end of their respected harvest).

You were out of bed before Elliott - which was rare as he’s used to waking with the gulls cawing horribly before the sun even rises over the ocean’s shore. The writer’s eyes prying open to see you already out the door, flowing auburn hair a mess against the soft pillow covers, sticking to his chiseled face as he watched on in confusion as you bolted out of the front door. He squinted, grumbling something under his breath about how eager you were and quickly followed behind you.

The early summer morning breeze was cool, crisp, inviting as you overlooked the expanse of your farm from your porch. The sun barely peeking over the trees of the forest bordering the outskirts of the farm, bits of orange rays poking through, and twinkling off of the iridium sprinklers littered around, scarecrows still standing tall, protecting the now empty fields of dead spring crops.

The front door opened behind you, you peered over your shoulder to see your beloved husband standing there, squinting as the sun slowly rises over the horizon and spill into the farm. You always loved how squinty-eyed he was when he wakes, hair tied back. He was always so handsome, even when he had just woken up. You giggled, remembering how he had woken up when the spring had started and you had woken early to start planting the usual plots of strawberries, parsnips, and beans. The poor man had his shirt on backwards and nearly had his shoes on the wrong feet before you helped correct him. It was always so sweet of him to wake up early with you every crop season to help you clear and plant and water with you.

“My darling?” he mumbled behind you.

“It’s summer, Elliott! Time for the biggest harvests of the year!” you proclaimed, puffing your chest out proudly.

“I’ll make coffee,” he nodded, leaving the front door open to allow your cat to slip outside and happily trot towards the barn and coop towards the south exit of your farm that leads to Marnie’s ranch.

Around midday, you had retired back to the house where Elliott was waiting, radiating with excitement. He had just come back two hours ago from Pierre’s store with many bags of seeds roped around his hands and wrists for you to start sowing. You climbed the stairs and overlooked the expanse of your farm with your husband. You both took in the tilled dirt ready to be watered after lunch. You were both excited to slowly be able to see the dull beige and browns and ochres of the farm’s soil to slowly bloom vibrant greens and pinks and blues and yellows of fresh vegetation by the end of the season.

“Tired, my darling?” he stepped inside, allowing you to pass into your home.

“Not yet,” you hummed.

“Good! I have wonderful news I’d love for you to hear,” he chimed.

“Oh? And what would that be, Elliott?”

Leading you towards the kitchen, you noticed a large, square vanilla envelope bent in a slight curve. A glass mixing bowl sat a little ways away, most likely used to press out the envelope. It was opened, the obvious tear towards the top of the envelope, the contents gently pushed back inside. What looked to be a single sheet of paper was inside.

“Do you remember the genre of book you’ve inspired me to write, my love?” Elliott hummed.

You could remember that day clearly. Nearly two seasons had passed, the end of the scorching summer was settled on the land, the valley preparing for fall. The weather had cooled just a tad, but it was enough to warrant you a trip down to the beach for a dip in the ocean. Your crops were all done for the season, every last bundle of blueberries plucked, every melon uprooted, hot peppers and tomatoes picked from every patch you had planted. You were done for the rest of the season when it had come to the farm.

But as soon as you arrived at the beach, you had immediately lost all focus upon seeing Elliott’s cabin. You had been meaning to visit, and before you could even realize it, you were knocking at his front door. The poet was surprised to see you, emerald green eyes widening in pure delight at the sight of a new visitor.

Auburn hair tied back by a vibrant green ribbon, delicate locks not long enough framed his face nicely. Sharp jawline freshly shaved, not a single hair missed nor a single blemish on his healthy tanned skin. A loose white button-up long sleeve shirt sat unbuttoned a bit on the top. His shirt had been tucked into a pair of loose black slacks. If you hadn’t been blushing at the sight of a man as handsome as Elliott, you would’ve questioned him on why he decided to dress like a pirate.

Instead, he had roped you into an elegant conversation, allowing you to step into his cabin. Enchanted with his delicate words, you soon found yourself staring at him as he looked at you, groomed dark brows pulled up slightly as he waited for your answer.

He smirked as you shook your head slightly, clearing the fog from your mind as you suddenly found yourself in an embarrassing position.

“Sorry, excuse me,” you stuttered, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Elliott simply chuckled softly. His silky voice filled your ears before he glanced back at you, a smile still tugging on his chiseled lips. Yoba, they looked so soft.

“It’s this awful heat. I find myself losing my words too. I was asking you your favorite genre to read.”

“Oh!” You felt your stomach tighten into even tighter knots. “I… Romance I guess. I haven’t really had a lot of time to sit down and read something proper like an actual book. Maybe a news article on my phone or something but…”

“Romance? Ah, a classic form of literature! I find myself sinking into romantic novels myself, especially during a storm.”

“Romance,” you hummed.

He pulled the single piece of thick paper from the envelope, still a little curved from its time spent in the mailbox since early this morning.

“It’s a very short notice for such big news, but I’ve been invited to do a reading tour for the book you’ve inspired me to write.”

He handed you the piece of paper.

It was from his publisher, a full schedule on the bottom of the short notice. Every day was packed with readings to signings and meetups, all scheduled for one week.

Next week.

“You’re leaving Saturday,” you noted the date stamped at the very bottom, the following Sunday being his return.

“I am. But only for one week, my radiance.” He paused for a moment, you looked up at him with wide eyes full of excitement. “Will you be alright? I’ll be gone for one week and it’s already the start of a new crop season for us-”

“Go on it! This is what you’ve wanted, yeah? I’ll be fine!”

Elliott stared at you with slight shock, soon melting into a warm smile full of absolute love.

“I’ll be here for the rest of the week, though. I’ll still be here to help water what is not covered, help with your animals.”

You nodded and looked back down at the paper in your hands. You noticed the time to leave on Saturday is missing.

“When do you leave Saturday?”

“I believe before noon.”

Elliott produced one round-trip bus ticket from the envelope. The same company that brought you here to Pelican Town a little over two years ago.

Lo and behold, he would be leaving at ten o'clock in the morning.

Elliott plucked the schedule and ticket from your hands and placed them back on the counter. He quickly replaced the empty space between your hands, he filled them with his own. Grasping them tightly with his own, he pulled you closer to him.

His hands were strong, skin soft, fingertips scarred slightly from countless papercuts he’s given himself from binge-reading new and old books on rainy days as well as spending countless and stressful days writing, editing, and rereading his work that he’ll now read to many people out there in the world. You loved how nice his hands felt, warm, but not too warm to make your hands overheat. His hands were bigger than yours, enveloping them with their strong warmth as he pulled you closer until you both were pressed flush up against each other.

You caught whiffs of him. You always loved how Elliott smelled, from his shampoo and conditioner to the subtle hints of his aftershave and cologne. Pomegranate was the main node you would get (it was really the fruit that had started your acquaintance with him when he asked if you grew them on the farm) but he would also always smell somewhat like the sea. Sea salt in the ocean breeze, fresh and alive, and inviting like the ocean on a hot summer’s day.

And looking at your husband before you, you could feel your body heat up even more. His hands slowly rising in temperature, slowly roasting your fingers and palms still a little cool from handling your iridium hoe. You swore you could feel little tingles sparking between the minute gaps between your fingers and palms, fireworks, explosions of nerves edging you both further and further closer to the end of the cliff until-

You both suddenly found yourselves suddenly tangled in each other’s limbs. Bodies pressed flush up against each other, no room between your persons. Your breasts pressed firmly against his chest, stomachs with no gaps between, legs struggling to stand up properly and support each other.

Your hands snatched at the collar of Elliott’s button-up, crisp and clean with no wrinkles in sight now sat crumbled in your grasping hands. Your fingers flexing, suddenly releasing the collar to claw and crawl to his broad shoulders, snatching at the thin, soft material by the handful, pulling him closer if that was any more possible.

Elliott’s passion placed into his display of affections always seemed to catch you off guard. You knew Elliott was a passionate man the moment you met him, but as you grew to knew him and quickly fell for him, you learned that Elliott and romance went together like Gus and any event where he’s able to serve the town. Elliott always made you feel loved, always made you feel beautiful. He may look like he belongs on the front of a romance novel cover with his god-like appearance, but damn it all if he doesn’t know how to absolutely ravish you as the books would suggest.

One of Elliott’s strong hands had come to the back of your head, agile fingers gently grasping at the back of your head, fingers wrapped around your locks, locking your heads together. The other went around to behind your shoulders. He grabbed at the back of your shirt, a fistful of cloth fabric teasing him whereas he teased you with a few tugs, threatening to rip your shirt right off of your body without another thought.

It wouldn’t have been the first time he would have done that.

Elliott’s lips seemed to be made for yours. Every kiss was perfect.

Elliott softly moaned into the kiss, the swaying weight between you two nearly had your legs fumbling, nearly allowing the two of you to fall over yourselves. Elliott pulled away for just a moment, emerald green eyes gazing into yours for a brief moment, lust filling his gorgeous hues the more he looked at you, a faint pink blush dashing over his chiseled cheeks. You could feel your face heating up as well, the apples of your cheeks suddenly scorching just looking at him right here, nose to nose with your loving husband.

He had quickly pulled you into another kiss, lips tenderly pressing against yours in a passionate embrace, lulling your legs to finally be able to move towards the bedroom.

It was sloppy, your backs pressing against the walls of the short hallway connecting the living room to your shared bedroom. Elliott had you pinned to the wall at one point, your head pushed to the side, mouth open as soft mewls and moans escaping from your slick lips as Elliott sucked at the nape of your neck. His large, strong hands were squeezing your wrists, your fingers limp yet curling as you felt him pressed his clothed erection brush against your person.

You both had managed to tear yourselves from the wall, suddenly another mess of tangled arms, hands grasping in hair and snatching at clothing until Elliott’s nimble fingers had finally dipped under the bottom hem of your shirt, carefully peeling the hem up into a small curl of fabric until he could firmly grab at it with both hands. With a swift and sudden pull of his hands, you had suddenly found yourself topless in the sights of your beloved.

Flushing under his emerald gaze, Elliott had paused for a brief moment to look over your body, eyes scanning your form, lust slowly consuming his features the more he gazed at your form with fluttering eyes. Elliott hummed deep within his throat, hands coming up to cup at your shoulders. Hooking his thumbs under the straps of your bra, he delicately slid them off of the curve of your shoulders and crawled his fingers to the hooks behind your back. Your bra quickly came undone in his hands, the delicate lingerie now sliding off of your body with a tug of his agile hands and carelessly tossed over his shoulder.

The sight of your naked breasts alone was enough for Elliott to start to unravel more and more.

A coy little smirk fell upon your lips as you saw out of the corner of your eye the tenting in his pants, noting how the fabric was tightening more and more as the seconds ticked by.

“I hardly think it’s fair for you to still be dressed while you’re stripping off all of my clothes,” you pointed out.

“My dearest, I believe you’re right. How rude of me.”

Elliott had complied with your statement, but he was a little shit. Nimble fingers that had just ravaged your top and bra off of your person within just a few seconds, had plucked the top two buttons of his shirt apart at a snail’s pace; All with a devilish look in his eye as looked directly at you.

You flung yourself at him, hands grabbing the collar of his button-up and pulling his close to connect your lips once more. Elliott’s hands moved from his shirt to grip at the sides of your head firmly, sinking his fingers into the locks of your hair. Your hands fumbled down to the rest of the buttons, fingers struggling to pluck them apart one by one until you had no more to unbutton. Your fingers brushed against his bare chest and abdomen, lightly sun-kissed skin, toned generously as the lean muscle under your fingertips flexed softly at your bare touch.

Elliott shrugged his button-up off of his shoulders and tossed it aside, the hunk of material sliding against the hardwood floors.

Elliott advanced towards you, pushing you backwards until the back of your knees bumped into the lip of the bed. You stumbled back a bit, losing your balance and falling back into the mattress, your body bouncing a bit as you landed on the springy mattress. Elliott smirked, enjoying as your breasts bounced with you.

Elliott’s graceful fingers moved from your shoulders downward, fingers dancing down your body, past the curve of your breasts, and digging gently into the soft skin of your stomach until his fingers danced along the waistband of your pants. The button had suddenly slipped free and the zipper had been pulled down.

Elliott had leaned forward, you softly gasped when you felt his warm lips press gentle kisses down the center of your torso in a straight line, going from the bottom of your neck to in between the space of your breasts down to your belly button all while he had wrestled your pants out from under your rear. He worked your trousers down the length of your legs, eventually hitching them off from where they bunched up at your ankles and allowed the trousers to flop onto the floor, all while he was still trailing kisses right down your center.

He briefly looked up at you under a near curtain of auburn locks, emerald green hues amused at your heated face, wonderful lips smirking as you softly begged him to keep going.

His index fingers hooked around the delicate upper hemline of your underwear. Twisting his fingers just a bit to secure the hemline, he slowly pulled downwards, peeling your panties away from your pussy and down the length of your legs, soon joining your pants on the floor. The sight of you dripping wet, heat blooming from between your legs stirred Elliott onwards, but he remained collected; no matter how much he wished to absolutely ravage your body.

Elliott had stood up, you whined a bit as you immediately missed the feeling of his lips trailing up and down your torso, worshipping you, ravishing you with his soft kisses.

Your loving husband gripped the waistband of his own trousers and fiddled with the buckle of his leather belt. Shiny brass clicking a little at him fiddling and soon the long strip of punched leather slid out from the belt loops of his black slacks and was tossed onto your trousers pooling at his feet. You watched on in awe as he slowly dipped his hands under the waistband for just a brief second before plucking apart the button of his own pants and pulling the zipper down, revealing straining boxer-briefs.

You flushed at the outline hidden inside the confinements of his underwear. Cock straining, erect, yet tortured to be stuck into tightening underwear.

The black slacks dropped to the floor, Elliott nudging both his trousers and yours off to the side of the bed just out of the way. The matching black boxer-briefs looked awfully tight, you could only imagine the struggle Elliott was going through as he looked over your delightful form.

A few locks of auburn hair drifted out of place, some sticking to his slightly sweaty forehead while the others hung loose in his face, covering his eyes slightly. A faint blush still settled on his cheeks as he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes full of lust and desire.

“Elliott,” you cooed, your body heating up.

Your gut was coiling, heat pooling more around your pussy, your stomach feeling full of butterflies. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, feel your blood roaring with life.

You needed him inside of you now.

“My dear (Y/n), what do you need?” he purred, still eyeing you as if you were nothing else but prey.

“You,” you whimpered.

“And what do you want me to do?” he teased, the corners of his lips twitching upwards into a coy smile.

“I want you to fuck me into this mattress.”

You swore you could see something snap inside of Elliott. The once calm and collected writer you called a husband seemingly snapped. You could no longer see the emerald in his eyes. The sea of lovely green now consumed by his pupils blown wide.

It was a good thing you both live on a farm, a good walking distance away from the rest of Pelican Town, otherwise, you and Elliott would be looking at many noise complaints from the rest of the town.

You watched as he snatched off his boxer-briefs, the poor man-handled fabric flung away, no longer in your line of sight.

What was in your line of sight, however, was your husband’s cock springing outwards, now free of its confinements.

You only had mere seconds to gaze at it before Elliott had pinned you to the mattress, the man hovering over you, hands pinning your shoulders to the mattress, impaling you with his cock.

A moan lodged in your throat, choking slightly as you cried out in pleasure at the tightness. Elliott gave a satisfied groan as well, broad shoulders sagging for just a mere moment to lose himself in the sea of pleasure he found himself in.

You loved how Elliott’s cock fit inside of you so perfectly, it was like to was made for you. His cock was large, thick, always stretching your tight pussy just right. Just the feeling of being stretched had you whining, clawing at the sheets by the handful. Your head rocked back into the mattress, cradled by the bunched up sheets under your head and neck. Your eyes screwed shut at the painful stretch.

Elliott moaning softly, panting against your chest. His long auburn locks had spilled across your sweaty chest, thick strands clinging to your breasts, pooling on your person for a brief moment as Elliott had dipped his head to revel in the feeling of his cock in your tight pussy.

He craned his head back up, looking down at your sweaty face, mouth wide open as you cried and mewled under him. A wild smirk spread across his lips.

He was generous enough to give you a quick second to adjust to the tight stretch before he had started to slowly piston his hips.

The back of your head curled into the sheets piled underneath you more, your throat stretching, baring more skin to him. Elliott had leaned back down again, still pistoning his hips at a slow rate to enjoy the tight feeling of your slick walls around his cock.

Your guts were knotted with lust, only wanting you to raise your hips and match him with his thrusts, meet his cock thrusting inwards with you lifting your hips up, wanting your sexes to slap together, to rock the bed and make it groan like you normally do together. You loved how wild and powerful Elliott could be in bed.

Elliott’s hands snatched at your hips, nails digging into the soft skin. You whimpered at the bite of crescent moons, loving the pain adding on to the pleasure bubbling inside of your person. Each thrust seemed to make your organs knot closer together, made the coils heat up, and tighten. Your moans only spurred him to speed up once he had given you ample time to adjust to the tightness inside of you.

Elliott had let go of your hips, favoring to trap the sides of your head by placing his hands out flat against the ruffles and rumples of the sheets now bunched under the back of your skull, careful not to snag at any of your locks. His grip on the sheets tightened, supporting him better as he rocked his hips back and forth at a great pace, pounding into you like a machine powered by pistons.

He had dipped his head down to meet your parted lips. He groaned into the cavity of your mouth, wincing and tightening his grip on the sheets as your walls had clamped down on his cock. You could hear the sheets creaking, the soft fabric stretching and compressing under the intense grip Elliott was putting it through until he had released it just a touch.

He pressed hot, open-mouth kisses all around your face. He trailed kisses along the curve of your jaw all the way back to your earlobes where he would nip and gently tug at them. He would trail a sloppy line down the curve of your neck, grazing the columns of your throat with his teeth. He definitely had produced a good amount of hickies along your neck and upper chest, so much to possibly warrant a turtleneck at the beginning of summer if you were to have made any plans of going out in public. He had even gently sunk his teeth into the soft plush of one of your breasts, enjoying the little squeaks you produced as your clawed at Elliott’s back and grabbed at his broad shoulders.

Once he had deemed he had marked you up enough, he had only continued to ramp up his pace until you suddenly choke at the speed. You gasped, feeling your passageway clamp down on him once more, your husband crying out in pleasure and tossing his head back to revel in the feelings spiking through him.

You cried out, feeling the coils inside of you tighten even more, now white-hot as the seed about to enter your womb pretty soon as your climax was fast approaching.

You caught sight of Elliott’s eyes, emerald hues still missing, lost in a sea of black. His pupils dilated, still-full blown with lust, looking as though he had captured a starless sky in his eyes.

It was hypnotic, and the thundering of your blood in your ear like war drums had only added on to the pressure building up in your core. The splitting pressure inside of you had you squeezing your eyes closed, wincing, a soft moan passing through grit teeth as a wave of painful pleasure rattled through you, only tightening the coils inside of you even more.

Elliott was unraveling as well, auburn locks falling in his face, hiding his reddened and sweaty rugged face behind the curtain of his groomed mane. His shoulders tensed, lean muscle flexing in his shoulders and biceps, veins poking against his lightly tanned skin. His thrusts had gone from fast and passionate to sporadic and sloppy, longing and yearning to finally release inside of you.

A sudden eruption of heat spilled from between your legs, a massive release of pent up pain and turned to pleasure. A lewd moan had spilled from your open mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Elliott groaned above you, riding and thrusting into your slickening pussy, only allowing him to lose himself to his gaining lust.

Your limbs suddenly felt heavy, weighed down by bones seemingly made of lead and iridium, allowing you to sink into the plush comfort of the mattress as Elliott continuously pounded into your pussy without fail. The man of many elegant words had crippled down to only guttural moans and heavy groans. He could barely make any other noises, he was too busy chasing his won climax. He huffed and puffed in your ears, shoulders shaking as he pistoned his hips back and forth like a well-oiled machine.

It had nearly been another full minute before you felt the slight twitch inside of your passageway, his cock stiffening ever so slowly in between the rushed thrusts of his hips. His thrusts were growing sloppier by the thrust, the bed groaning under the two of you as it rocked with each thrust. The two of you were a flurry of moans and lingering kisses, Elliott occasionally kissing down your jaw or sucking at your neck. Your pussy still slick with your sweet only allowed him to seemingly thrust faster inside of you, you could feel his cock twitch a bit more.

He was going to cum quickly.

His hands on either side of your head snatched at more of the rumpled bedsheets, twisting as his back arched downwards. With each thrust, there was no room left between your two persons, no air gaps between your sexes, drawing his cock nearly out of you only to slam right back into you without mercy. You swore you were drooling, trapped in the starry bliss clouding your mind, still chasing the joys of your climax as he only ravaged your pussy more and more.

The stiffer he got, the sloppier he got with his thrusts until hot milky white suddenly erupted from Elliott’s cock, the man coming with a choked shout. His shoulders curled up into his neck, head shooting back, auburn locks spilling over his broad shoulders and you milked every last drop of semen out of his cock still buried inside of you.

You cried, mewled as you felt the fullness inside of you, only to exhale as Elliott’s cock had slid right out of your passageway, his semen following quickly after to spill onto the bed.

Elliott nearly collapsed on top of your worn person, the man of elegance managing to roll himself to land right next to you. He draped one of his tanned arms over your body, the meat of his arm over your breasts so his hand could reach under your armpit, dragging you closer to his sweaty chest. You both laid there panting, hearts racing as moments ticked by, the thrill of your orgasms slowly riding down as you both looked at each other in the eye. Sweaty faces, blushed at the cheeks and noses, you both couldn’t help the small and loving smiles spreading across your faces. You both looked at each other through the messy, frizzy locks clinging to your sweaty faces. A good shower was to be put in order now, but it would have to wait.

You shivered, still feeling his hot seed spilling slowly out between your nether lips, tangling with the sheets under your person, a mess you would both clean in just a moment.

You stood there by the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive with your husband right by your side. You could tell he was nervous, he would always toy with his long locks when he was. He had even pulled his hair back and tied it to try and stop himself from fiddling with his luscious auburn locks, but he couldn’t help himself.

He was nervous, and rightfully so!

He was going to be gone for a week, reading for his adoring fans, signing autographs, meeting new and important people.

You took his hand, startling the man out of his daydream. Wide emerald eyes looking at you for a mere second before he seemingly calmed down… just a bit.

“You’ll do great out there. I promise,” you smiled. “Just breathe, remember to stay calm and you’ll do great.”

Elliott smiled warmly at you. He only wished you could come along with him, join him on this adventure he was going to have, but you had a farm to take care of, animals to raise and crops to tend to so you can help feed the town.

You had your responsibilities, and now, he did too. This would open up a lot of doors, a lot of opportunities to expand his craft, make good relationships and business partners, spread the word about his writing more and more.

He only wished he could have you by his side. After all, you were his biggest inspiration for finishing his book. This was all because of you; Because you had introduced yourself to him your first day of arriving at Pelican Town, because you took up his many requests on the wanted board in front of Pierre’s, because you had taken the time to get to know him, to give him many wonderful gifts, to give him the mermaid’s pendant… You had spoken to him nearly every day, no matter if you were covered in dirt from the farm or covered in slime and bits of dead bugs and whatever horrors you had slain in the mines, you made it your goal to befriend him, to stick your muddy boot through his cabin door and get to know him. Even now, the mermaid’s pendant sat heavily against his throat, the polished silver chain choking him with suspense as he started to worry.

What if something happened and he wasn’t here to help? What if something happened to the farm? It’s summer, storms would surely come to try and wreck the farm. What if you were caught outside? What if you were caught in the barns? What if you got hurt and he wasn’t there to help you? To protect you?

The bus had rolled down the street and stopped right in front of you both. You both eyed each other one last time before you fully turned to him, Elliott doing the same.

Now face to face with your husband, you reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace. You could feel your throat tightening up just a tad as he wrapped his strong arms around your person, a quick press of his lips against your cheekbone.

“I promise to write to you every day, my radiance,” he murmured into your ear.

“Every day?”

“Every day without fail.”

“I love you, Elliott.”

“And I love you, (Y/n).”

The doors to the bus swung open, the bus driver not even looking in your direction at first.

Elliott pulled away only to press his lips to yours. The kiss was so full of passion for how brief it had to be without keeping the bus driver and the other bus occupants waiting.

You pulled away to look him in the eyes. You could see the yearning for him to stay with you, but you both knew this was coming sooner or later.

“Be careful, yeah?”

“Of course, my dearest.”

And with that, Elliott picked up his (overstuffed) suitcase and carry-on bag and set off into the bus.

You watched on with a reassuring smile as Elliott sat down at the window facing you. You followed the bus as far down the sidewalk as you could until there was no walkway left. You watched from your spot on the sidewalk as the bus was slowly swallowed by the darkness of the tunnel, heading towards the city.

With a soft sigh, you glanced down at the mermaid pendant sitting around your neck. You gently grasped the shimmering blue twisted shell and gazed back at the tunnel.

You ignored the biting, bitter feeling bubbling in your gut, wrinkling your nose at the sensation of dread wafting around your mind, and turned to follow the trail back to your farm.

Maybe if you busied yourself with farm work and the mines and whatever foraging you could find, the week would fly by quickly and Elliott would return to you sooner than you would think.

Upon arriving at the farm, you sighed. You knew the farm felt emptier the moment you stepped foot on the land. Even as your cat brushed around your leg and trotted towards the barn and coop, you hoped time would fly by quickly.

Picking up the milking bucket and shears from the chest by your house, you followed behind your faithful kitty, attempting to busy your lonely mind with work until your beloved author returned to you.

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clownholemcfannywhistle · 6 months ago

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Could This Be Love (Yandere!Shane x F!Reader - Stardew Valley Smut; MDNI

Minors, I can't stop you from reading, but do NOT interact with this post!

Content/trigger warnings: Alcoholism, suicidal ideation, obsessive behavior, jealousy, gross stalkery behavior, voyeurism, creepy camera stuff, masturbating (m), oral sex (m receiving), P in V sex, a lot of dub con stuff, some emotional manipulation, there is an... um... non-sexualized piss scene(?), reader is a young adult but referred to as "kid" affectionately (not sexually), slight love triangle situation with Sebastian, unprotected ushy gushy, lemme know if I missed any.

Word count: 9392. She's a long one, fellas.

Also just a quick reminder that reading or writing or thinking about fucked up shit does not mean you endorse any of it. There's a very big difference between thinking about something from the safety of your own home and something terrible and uncontrollable actually happening. That said, if you start feeling uncomfortable reading this, there's no shame in stopping! And no shame in continuing, as long as you ARE comfortable. Enjoy, sluts. :)

From the moment Shane laid eyes on you, the two of you shared a rocky, complicated, fucked up relationship. It started on the First of Spring, your first full day in Pelican Town. You'd spent the morning and better part of the afternoon working on your new farm, showered, put on a tight-fitting tank top and shorts over leggings, and headed into the saloon.

Shane had been brooding in his usual corner with his drink when you walked in. Heads turned towards you immediately like some kind of shitty pick-me-girl movie. Of course Shane had been informed of the new farmer who would become his next door neighbor to the north of his Aunt Marnie's ranch where he stayed. It was all anyone was talking about. But no one had mentioned the fact that you were drop-dead gorgeous. Shane couldn't help but stare for a moment.

Something about the confident smirk on your face rubbed Shane the wrong way. What the hell were you so happy about, anyway? It was your first day in town, and you had waltzed into the bar like you owned the place. Shane discreetly watched as you went around the room introducing yourself to everyone, just marching up to strangers with the confidence of the attractive. It was annoying, was what it was.

He didn't like the look of your apparent optimism, however sexy you may have been. He didn't like your cocky smirk, like you knew something he didn't. Most of all, he was bitter because he was certain that a pretty young thing like you would want nothing to do with a drunken loser like him. He'd been kicked in the balls by life enough to smell a rejection before it happened anymore. Yep, definitely no chance in hell you'd be interested in him. If anything, you'd just be a pretty memory to stroke his cock to on lonely nights...

As you made your way over to him, Shane groaned into his drink. Before you could get a word in, he cut you off.

"So're you that new farmer everyone and their mother won't shut the hell up about?" he grumbled, forcing his eyes off of you to give off a blase vibe.

You blinked, a bit stunned by his rudeness, but you put on a pretty smile and soldiered on.

"Yep. That's me."

You gave him your name and he gave you barely a grunt in return.

"...What's your name, you ray of sunshine?" you asked, quirking an eyebrow curiously.

He glared at you and drank from his mug, purposely taking his time about it before he finally answered you.

"Shane." And then he looked away and belched unapologetically.

You chuckled. "Try not to sound so excited."

Shane's glare darkened a bit, and he couldn't resist trying to knock you down a peg.

"Listen, kid. Nobody here gives a shit about you. This town has been dying for years, so the only reason anybody pretends to give a damn is because getting a new farmer in town is a hail Mary to try and save it." He looked at you sideways for a moment before adding, "...Do you know what a hail Mary is?"

Your nostrils flared a bit and for a moment, you gave him just the cutest little pout that had his cock twitching up, so he had to look away lest his body betray him further.

In an obnoxious voice, you retorted, "A hail Mary? What's that? I'm a woman! How many home runs does it take for the goalie to get to the 69-yard line?"

Shane bit his lip and blushed, embarrassed. He hid his shame behind a growl.

"Just fuck off, would you?"

You scoffed. "Gladly."

And you got up and left the saloon. As you walked off, Shane couldn't stop himself from admiring the sway of your hips in those tight shorts and leggings, a small, bitter smirk playing on his face.

The next time Shane saw you, he was hungover and trudging his way to his shitty retail job at Joja Mart. You had your back turned to him, facing the "help wanted" requests board. While sneaking another peek at your ass, he tried to clumsily slip by undetected so he could avoid talking to you. Unfortunately, he was too hungover to be doing any sneaking, and you heard him and turned around, putting your hands on your hips.

Damn. That's what he got for trying to have his cake and eat it, too.

You nodded at him. "You got any odd jobs for me, by chance, Shane?"

He gulped as he heard his name on your lips, but he quickly recovered.

"...As a matter of fact, I do. There's a rare bird around these parts, called a snipe. You bring me one, and I'll pay a pretty penny." He had to keep from laughing to himself.

"Oh, really?" you asked, feigning innocence.

Shane nodded convincingly, secretly enjoying the time he got to look at you. "Oh, yeah. Real colorful. Can't miss it."

"Hmm, I don't think I've ever seen one before, but I actually do have a different type of bird for you!" you said, deceptively chipper.

Shane couldn't hide his confusion. "You do?"

"Yeah!" you smiled. "Right here!"

And you flipped him your middle finger with a shit-eating grin on your face.

Damn it. He walked right into that one.

Shane found himself cracking a small grin despite himself. He rolled his eyes playfully.

"Alright, I'll give you that one," he allowed.

You snickered at him. "Come on, man, a snipe hunt? That's the oldest trick in the book, you geriatric."

Shane tried to scowl, but found that his amusement was evident on his face. "You got a sharp tongue on you, that's for sure."

He didn't mind imagining what else that tongue of yours could do, and he shivered at the thought.

You chuckled and shrugged. "It's gotten me both into and out of bad situations."

Shane shook his head and rubbed at his neck, squinting in the bright sun. "I gotta get to my shift. Later, brat."

You grinned and waved cutely at him. "Toodles."

And for the next few weeks, that was largely how your relationship with Shane went. Sometimes he'd be cold and prickly, but sometimes you could get a laugh out of him. He always admired the way you'd stick up for yourself when he acted like an asshole. He was actually astonished that you were so patient with him, despite not taking shit from anyone. Against his will, he found himself warming up to you quickly.

On the Twentieth of Spring, you were walking through the town square and happened to check the calendar. You saw that it was Shane's birthday that day, so you made sure to visit him at the saloon that evening.

That night, Shane took immediate notice when you walked in the bar, just like every time. He watched quietly in his usual corner as you ordered two beers. When you made a beeline for him and held one mug out to him, he was a bit taken aback. He had known better than to get his hopes up that you might do something nice for his birthday, but this was a pleasant surprise. It had to be too good to be true, right?

Shane looked up at you briefly and shook his head. "I don't wanna owe you anything."

You rolled your eyes and pushed the beer into his hand. "Shut up. It's your birthday. It's a free beer. Get over yourself and take it."

He was a little embarrassed to find himself blushing just a bit. "Thanks," he muttered.

You sat down next to him and gave him a small smile. "So, how's the birthday boy?"

"Not amazing," he sighed. "...But better now that you're here."

He smiled a bit, genuinely grateful for your company. Then he sighed and looked wistfully into the distance.

"Buh, life," he began. "I'm another year older, and not an inch closer to being happy. ...You ever feel like you're stuck in a hole, and no matter what you do, you just can't climb out of it? That's how I feel."

You paused, unsure of how to respond. Maybe he was just drunk, but it was a little unlike him to be this genuine around you.

"...Cheers, I'll drink to that, bro," was all you could come up with, and you immediately drained your tall glass.

He snorted.

"As will I," he sighed. "I mean, what the fuck else is there to do about it?"

Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, you smirked and leaned in close to him, whispering, "Maybe instead of sending people on snipe hunts, you should go hunting for some snatch. Assuming you swing that way."

Shane had been trying to swallow a swig of his beer, but as you said that, he choked a bit. You laughed and thumped him on the back as he coughed. He gave you a cautious glare, but his flushed cheeks gave him away. He silently hoped you'd assume the blush was from drinking so much.

"Relax, Shaney. I'm just fucking with you," you chuckled.

Of fucking course you were, he thought. He should've known better than to mistake that for flirting, even for a split second. He grunted bitterly into his mug and downed the rest of his beer. The gorgeous new gal flirting with him? Entirely too good to be true.

"Little shit," he grumbled at you with a small smile.

You flashed him a winning grin and his cheeks heated up a little more. He had to look away as he felt a tingle in his pants.

He cleared his throat softly, then said, "Welp, my liver's begging me to stop. I better head home."

Shane slowly stood up from his barstool, trying to act normally, but he was clearly a bit wobbly on his feet. You frowned a bit with genuine concern.

After a deep breath, you stood up as well and put an arm around his shoulders. He looked at you in confusion as his head spun. Were you leaning in for...?

"I'm walking you home," you insisted.

Shane tried to roll his eyes, but it made him so dizzy he stumbled.

"You don't have to do that... seriously, get lost..." he protested.

But you weren't hearing any of it, and deep down, he was grateful. At least this way, he'd get some extra time to look at you up close. You gently guided him towards the exit. As you led him back towards Marnie's ranch, he bit his lip, and faked a stumble. You looked over at him with worry.

"You alright there?"

"I'm fine, jus' need to..." he mumbled as he dared to slip his arm around your waist.

Hopefully you didn't suspect a thing. If you did, you didn't say anything. As he leaned slightly into you, he couldn't help but catch a whiff of your scent. Damn it, but he was a glutton for punishment.

When you arrived with him at the ranch, Shane fumbled with his keys for a moment before unlocking the door. Before he could head inside, you smiled at him.

"G'night, jackass," you said with a warm smile.

He couldn't help but return it.

"G'night, little shit."

The following day, Shane found that he didn't remember much of his birthday, but he did remember that you were there, and the way you made him feel. His heart fluttered just at the memory of the feeling. He was still positive that you were too good for him, but... he'd be a fool not to explore some more of this feeling.

He cursed quietly and looked down at the tent in his shorts. He'd woken up with the most intense morning wood he'd had in years. It was a strange combination of headache, hangover, and horny. Horny. Yoba, he hadn't felt this horny since he was a teenager.

His cock was aching with need, begging for attention. He sighed quietly as his eyes flicked to the door, making sure it was locked. Then he slowly allowed his hand to slip into his shorts and squeeze gently at his pulsing shaft. His thoughts could only focus on you, and the intense lust he was feeling. He thought about you, your smug, cheerful face, those cute little outfits you'd wear. He mentally undressed you, getting even harder imagining what you might look like naked.

Fuck, when was the last time he jerked off to his pure imagination? He sighed quietly, sliding his shorts and boxers down just enough for his erection to spring free. He spat into his hand and started rubbing himself gently.

For a brief moment, Shane wondered if this was wrong. Getting off to the new girl just because she seemed to care about him and act interested in him? Or, more accurately, just because she showed him some basic human decency? Pathetic... He blinked rapidly a few times, dismissing the thought. His heart was thumping in his chest as he picked up the pace of his stroking.

He felt... different than usual. In a good way, surprisingly. How to describe this feeling, though...? Curious? Excited? Alive, was what he settled on.

He panted softly, trying to keep quiet as his arousal intensified. His movements were urgent now, as he was approaching his climax already. Fantasies of you kept racing through his head, each one dirtier than the last. You sitting on his lap at the bar, you lifting your skirt a little just to flash him, you not wearing any underwear because you were ready for him and wanted him, him dragging you into the back room of the saloon, him forcing you onto your knees and shoving his cock into your pretty mouth, your plump lips wrapped so deliciously around him, you looking up at him obediently, ready to serve...

Shane frantically reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a tissue, not caring that he accidentally knocked over a few empty beer cans in the process. He bit down hard on his lower lip, whimpered in ecstasy and despair, and shot his load into the tissue.

Slowly continuing to stroke himself as he caught his breath, Shane's climax died down rather quickly. His glowing feeling was replaced with his usual bitterness. There wasn't a chance in hell that any of his fantasies about you would come true.

But still, he was pleasantly surprised at how good it felt, rubbing one out to the thought of you. He truthfully couldn't remember the last time it felt like he had anything to look forward to, or fantasize about. As he disposed of the tissue, he figured that he might as well chase this feeling. It couldn't be wrong if it felt so right. It couldn't hurt to indulge in more of you, right? You wouldn't even have to know about it.

...Unfortunately, he apparently wasn't as subtle as he thought he was, because as you were walking through the town square later that day, you noticed he was filming with the bulky video camera he had gotten to film his admission for the Joja commercial contest.

"Oh, sorry, am I in the frame?" you asked after offering an awkward wave, wondering what he was doing.

Shane cursed his luck, but he smoothly fed you the lie he had rehearsed.

"Oh, hey. Don't worry about it. I'm getting into amateur filmmaking as a hobby. I'm making a mockumentary of Pelican Town, so I was just shooting some candid scenes. Don't mind me, just pretend I'm not here."

You smiled at him and responded, "Nice. I'm glad you found something to do other than drinking away your money."

Shane scowled briefly, but he supposed there was some truth to your words. Since he had become more fascinated with you and started capturing videos, he hadn't felt the urge to drink all day. Funny just how good for his health you were.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks."

"Alright, I've got shit to do, so I'll just pretend you're not here, like you said," you said with a small smile.

"Okay. I'll... see you later, I guess?" he suggested hopefully.

You snorted. "Obviously. We're neighbors."

"Right... of course. Duh."

And with that, you went about your day, doing your farm chores and running errands in town. Thankfully, you had bought his excuse, but Shane was extra careful about his new pastime from then on. He ended up spending the whole rest of the day following and filming you. He was so glad it was the weekend so he didn't have to work.

Shane cursed under his breath as he followed you at a distance up the mountain and to the mine. There was no way he could follow you inside without getting caught. Waiting impatiently for your return, he pretended to take some nature footage of the lake nearby.

By the time you finally reemerged from the portal of the mine, it was ungodly late. Even in the dark, Shane could tell you had gotten into a few scrapes with monsters in the mine. He huffed quietly and discreetly trailed you on your way home. He hid behind a tree as you entered your cottage.

As you turned the lights on, Shane's eyes widened. You just left your curtains open at night? He chuckled softly to himself. How innocent and naive you were.

Before he could register what was happening, you were suddenly stripping your muddy, sooty clothes off, and right in front of the uncovered window, too. His breath caught in his throat. He held the camcorder with shaky hands and zoomed in on your naked body. He could feel the blood in his body quickly rushing to his crotch at the scene before him.

But sadly, you walked away from the window, into what Shane assumed was your bathroom to take a shower. And just like that, the moment was over.

He turned the camera off and caught his breath.

"Fuck me," he cursed almost silently, running a hand through his hair and quickly sneaking back home.

When he got back to the privacy of his bedroom back at the ranch, he eagerly reviewed all of the footage he had collected of you throughout the entire day. He was watching all of it, too, slowly working up to the nude footage that he was blessed with at the very end of the day.

Holy shit, his perverted cock sprung to life just looking at footage of you doing mundane chores and errands. He chuckled breathlessly at his lucky shot of you dropping a package of cookies through the window at Pierre's. You'd bent over with your ass on display right in front of the window. Surely you knew people could be watching, right?

"Clumsy idiot," Shane murmured to himself with an adoring smile as he watched the footage and tugged at his cock underneath his pants.

He chewed thoughtfully at his lower lip with his attention split between the videos he took of you and the pleasantly selfish way he played with himself. He smirked slightly at how disgusting he was being, getting off to video footage of you that you didn't have a clue he had. Disgusting in a good way, though. As always, the shame would come later on.

Starting to break a sweat already, he groaned very softly. Shit, he might not even last long enough to get to the nude portion of his filmed peep show, after all. He could feel himself getting close already. His tongue stuck slightly out of his lips as he focused intently on his film of you fishing.

Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore. He set the camera down on his bed quickly and came with a grunt he attempted to keep himself muffled. He managed to catch his cum shot in his hand, and then wipe it on a tissue after a moment.

Shane waited for the inevitable guilt to follow, but to his surprise, he found that it was far more muted than he'd expected it to be. Sure, it was still there, but more than anything, he felt grateful that he now had something - you - in his life that consistently and effectively made him feel really good really quickly. He smiled a bit, chasing off his feelings of self-hatred by replacing them with images of you in his mind.

Unfortunately, when Shane woke up the next day, it was Monday. Meaning that he had to go into work, instead of engage in his new "hobby" of watching and filming you throughout the day, at least not until he got off work in the evening. He gritted his teeth and got dressed for work, hoping he'd at least get to pass by you on his way to work. He didn't, though, curse his luck. You must have been busy with chores on the farm.

The only thing that got him through the monotonous torture of his long shift at Joja Mart was the thought of hopefully getting to see you at the saloon. He had to cling to that little bit of excitement to stop himself from bashing his boss's face in when he was reprimanded for moving too slowly and "spacing out."

At last, he was able to clock out and change back into his street clothes. As he started making his way over to the saloon, he sniffed the air and smelled someone smoking weed. He rolled his eyes. Probably downwind of that weirdo, Sebastian, he thought to himself.

He was just about to move on when he heard your voice. That got his attention, and he followed it, only to see you lounging underneath a tree, sharing a joint with Sebastian.

Oh HELL no.

Shane's eyes narrowed as he marched right up to you and Seb. You were too entranced by your laughter to notice him standing over you until he cleared his throat. Then you looked up at him and smiled, exhaling a bit of smoke still.

"Oh, heyyy, Shaney!" You greeted him, your voice slightly raspy from smoking the joint.

No time for him to acknowledge the cutesy nickname you gave him; his blood was boiling.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he growled.

"Fuckin'... white water rafting?" you giggled, being cute and sarcastic with him, even though he clearly wasn't in the mood for it.

Which made it all the more funny to you.

You followed up as he frowned more, "What does it look like I'm doing, old man?"

Shane's nostrils flared as he snatched the joint from between your fingers. Now you were both frowning.

"Hey, what was that for?" you pouted as you stood up. "I'm an adult, and I can make my own choices!"

"You sure as hell don't act like it," he growled.

Sebastian stood up, too, glowering at Shane, but unsure of how to intervene, or if he even should.

You folded your arms and protested at Shane, "I've had drinks with you, but you have a problem with me sharing a joint with Sebastian?"

Shane scowled and put his arm around your shoulders to whisper to you. "Listen, kid. You remind me of myself when I was your age. I just don't wanna see you making bad mistakes with bad people."

He shot a glare at Sebastian, who was nowhere near out of earshot, by the way. Sebastian just scoffed and rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking angsty as he kicked at the dirt.

You sighed. "Look, Shane, I appreciate you looking out for me, and all, but you don't have to be so protective over me."

Shane's face softened for a moment and he nodded slowly. Then he removed his arm from your shoulders, realizing with a slight blush that he'd been making physical contact with you for a little too long. Of course, he still knew he was ultimately barreling towards a rejection, but this definitely wasn't the time or place. Shane backed off, feeling like a bit of an asshole.

Glancing at Sebastian and raising his guard back up a bit, Shane scoffed, "Whatever. Just be careful."

And he turned around and headed to the saloon to hopefully quickly forget what had just happened and replace the bitter taste of jealousy lingering in his mouth with a different bitter taste. He hoped that his warning to you had sunk in.

But sadly, as seemed to be his usual luck these days, he found out during the Flower Dance festival just two days later that apparently, his message didn't get across to you.

Shane was honestly kind of hoping you wouldn't show up to the event. Unlike most mornings, today he had spent some time nervously fussing with his hair and trying to smooth out the wrinkles from his blue suit. He wasn't ready to bite the bullet and ask you to dance, that was for damn sure. Obviously, he didn't want you dancing with anyone else, either, but if you did... he wanted to know about it.

So he enjoyed the free refreshments and anxiously watched for you to make your appearance. You had shown up a bit late, but when you met his eyes across the field, you offered a slight smile and a nod to show that there were no hard feelings from before. He managed a small smile back.

As you made your rounds greeting everyone, Shane tried to remain inconspicuous as he kept a close eye on you. His grip on his drink tightened when he saw Sebastian approach you. He could just barely hear the words exchanged between you two from where he was standing.

Sebastian just asked you to dance. That slimy fucker.

You said yes. Shane's fists clenched. You bitch!

The dance was just about to start, and Shane was double fisting beers at this point. Emily approached him and asked if he'd like to dance with her as friends, but Shane gave her a stormy glare.

"Fuck off, and go dance with your own aura or whatever," he snarled at her.

Emily looked substantially more disappointed than angry as she left him alone.

Even after the dance, Shane kept his intense gaze on you from a distance. He couldn't believe that you had the gall to not only dance with Sebastian, but to talk with him for hours after the dance. And after he had specifically told you to stay away from him, too!

And still, after you went back to your farm and darkness fell, his anger wasn't subsiding. Only now he was drunk off his ass, as well, with his inhibitions lowered. Still with a can of beer in his hand, Shane found himself wandering onto your property, grumbling to himself.

Without realizing when he'd even made the decision, he was fishing his cock out of his pants, drunkenly pissing over your crops.

"Stupid... bitch..." he muttered.

"Nice stream. Eight out of ten."

It was your voice behind him. When the hell did you get out here?

"Fuck...!" he stumbled as you startled him, spraying a wider surface area of your livelihood.

Shane quickly finished up and fumbled his cock back into his pants. He slowly turned around, trying not to tip over, and was met with you with a scowl on your face.

"Explain yourself," you coolly demanded.

"Shut... fuck off..." he growled as he dropped his empty beer can on the ground.

You frowned deeper. "Pick that up."

"Pick this up," he grunted, grabbing his crotch.

"Alright, that's it, mister..."

You grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him towards your house. He allowed it to happen and tried not to trip over his own feet. Once inside your farmhouse, he looked at you with a dazed confusion. You pulled him into your living room and sat him down on the couch, leaving the room for a moment and returning quickly with a tall glass of water.

"Drink," you commanded, shoving the glass into his hand.

He took a small sip, then made a face. "...This isn't vodka..."

"It sure isn't!" you chirped with an obnoxious smile. "You drink that whole thing, then we'll talk."

Shane scoffed quietly, looking at you over the tall glass of water. He was able to down the whole thing within a few minutes. When he was done, you took the glass from him and set it on your coffee table. You shifted next to him on the couch to face him more directly, trying to keep calm.

"Talk."

Shane let out a long sigh and rubbed his eyes, then said, "I ju-just... felt like you were ignoring m..." he paused to burp. "...my advice. 'Bout Sebastian. Was only trying to keep you safe..."

You slowly raised an eyebrow at his lame excuse, thinking for a moment, before you said, "Shane, you want to know why I danced with Sebastian and not... anyone else?"

He met your eyes with a guilty stare. Fuck, nothing was getting past you, was it? He hated himself, but damn it, he had to know. He nodded slowly.

"Because Sebastian actually grew a pair and asked me. Asked me before I had the chance to ask you."

Shane grunted softly at the implication that Sebastian was tougher than him. And then the second part of what you said hit him, and his eyes went wide.

"...You were going to ask me?" he questioned, to which you nodded.

Then he had a suspicious scowl on his face. "Are... are you fucking with me? 'Cause it's not funny..."

You frowned, looking a little bit sad. "Is it really that hard for you to believe?"

Shane almost laughed a little. "Did you forget I just took a leak in your fields?"

You snorted a bit. "How could I forget? Your fly's still down, jackass."

He blushed and clumsily zipped his pants up. "...I'm sorry..."

You sighed and put an arm around his shoulder. "Listen, dude... whatever it is you're going through, it's gotta be more than just you being jealous. I mean, I'm pretty sure you were a drunkard before I rolled into town. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, and you can talk to me, okay? You're my friend, you know."

Shane smiled a little, genuinely touched. "You actually wanna be friends with an asshole like me?"

You chuckled softly. "Don't give me a chance to second guess that decision."

"Well... thanks, then."

An awkward silence fell over the two of you for a moment.

Shane cleared his throat softly. "I should... probably get back home... I'll repay you for the, uh, damages, promise..."

As he stood up from your couch slowly, you rose with him and steadied him on his feet. "I'll take you back."

He thanked you quietly as you helped him out the door and back to the ranch. Before opening the front door of his aunt's ranch, he hesitated. He caught your eyes, and you both lingered there for a moment. He leaned in...

But you'd turned your head to the side, so his lips met your cheek. Shane pulled back slowly, unable to hide the hurt in his eyes.

But you gave him a gentle smirk. "Call me when you're sober."

"Hah..." he breathed softly, unable to help the small upward curl of his lips.

"Goodnight, Shane," you said as you gave him a small hug, and then made your way back to your house.

Predictably, Shane ended up not remembering much of that night the day after, but his feelings for you did stick in his head. In fact, if anything, they intensified. Over the next few days, things between you and Shane were better than ever. He was a lot less guarded, and much kinder.

That is, until one fateful rainy evening. Shane was on his way home from work, and he saw it from far away, but it was unmistakable. You, in the middle of the town square, with your lips locked with Sebastian. After freezing up for a moment, Shane couldn't watch anymore, and he hurried off.

Maybe thirty minutes later, you were on your way back to the farm when you saw a figure laying belly down in the mud, dangerously close to the southern cliffs. Upon closer inspection, you recognized the familiar blue hoodie, and saw that he was surrounded by empty beer cans. You sprinted over to him and knelt beside him.

"Shane!" you yelled out.

"Buh... you..." he managed to croak, without opening his eyes.

Despite his grumbling, you rolled him onto his side.

"My life is so fucked up... I don't have anything good in my life, a-anything worth sticking around for... I'm just a piece of soiled garbage, fluttering through the wind... too small and s-stupid to take any control over my life," he slurred. "Been coming here often... Looking down... it'd be a way to take control. ...But I'm too fucking scared..."

You put a hand on his shoulder solemnly as he sobbed a bit.

"J-just... give me one reason I shouldn't... shouldn't just roll right off this cliff..." he groaned.

"Well... the decision is within your control, but I'm here for you... And you'd be missed. Marnie and Jas would miss you. Hell, I would miss you..."

After a moment of silence, Shane responded, "...Thanks. I appreciate that. ...I think you should take me to the hospital now, farmer..."

You picked him up and hauled ass over to the clinic to have Doctor Harvey treat him. You insisted on staying with him until he woke up. When he came to, he was in a hospital bed, and he saw you uncomfortably sleeping in a chair beside him. He groaned softly, realizing more or less what had happened. He sat up slowly and gave your hand a squeeze. You jolted awake and looked over at him.

"You didn't have to stay..." he said.

You finally let out a breath and your shoulders relaxed. "Fuck, I'm just glad you're still here..."

"Shit... it was that serious, huh?"

You swallowed thickly and nodded.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna get help," he reassured you.

Harvey knocked on the door and came in. He gently asked you to step out for a moment so he could talk to Shane confidentially. You left the room and fidgeted until you were invited back inside and caught up to speed.

Scratching at the back of his head in embarrassment, Shane filled you in. "Doc recommended I stay in inpatient for a week or so, make sure I'm safe."

You looked concerned, looking at Shane, and then at Harvey. "That sounds... really restrictive... I'm honestly worried he'd be worse off with that kind of loss of autonomy... Could he maybe stay with me for a week instead?" you suggested.

Shane's eyes widened. Yoba, he hoped that would be an option.

Harvey considered it for a moment, then said, "Well... it's not my recommendation, but if you can keep an eye on him, I suppose that's an option."

You looked at Shane and raised your eyebrows. He looked totally stunned.

"Uh... y-yeah... if that's okay with you, I'd prefer to... stay with you."

You smile a little. "If it wasn't okay with me, I wouldn't have just offered, dummy. We'll stop by your place so you can pack some stuff for your little vacation at my place. I'm ready whenever you are."

Shane nodded stupidly. "U-uh, yeah. Sure."

Was this really happening? Harvey handed him the discharge papers, and you and Shane left the clinic. Shane squinted at the bright sun, a bit distracted. That is, until you linked your arm with his. He looked over at you.

You shrugged and said, "Just keeping you safe."

He chuckled softly. "I guess I'll allow it."

As you walked with him through town, you looked over at him, deciding to let him know about what had happened with Sebastian yesterday. "Uh, Shane?"

"Yeah?" he paused and looked over at you.

"...Sebastian kissed me, yesterday..."

Oh, right, that.

His jaw clenched, but before he could say anything, you continued, "I don't want to be with him, though. I think he got the wrong idea when I agreed to dance with him at the festival. ...I just thought you should know."

You didn't want to be with Sebastian? Sweet fuck, that was music to his ears!

After the initial shock wore off, he couldn't stop himself from teasing you, if only to distract you from his own blush. "See? I warned you about him."

You scoffed with a smile. "Yeah, I guess you did."

He smiled wide and pulled you a little closer as you continued your walk.

Making a quick stop at the ranch to gather his belongings, Marnie stopped the both of you in the doorway.

"Shane! I was worried sick about you! You didn't come home last night!" Marnie exclaimed.

Shane looked down at his feet. "Uh... everything's fine. But I'm going to be staying at the farmer girl's place for a week. Just need some space to clear my head."

Marnie glanced back and forth between you and her nephew. His explanation obviously raised more questions than answers, but she bit her tongue, figuring it was none of her business anyway.

Shane brushed past her and went to his room to pack a suitcase with clothes and toiletries. He could barely be bothered to fold his clothes, lazily crumpling them up in an almost intentional way before stuffing them into his bag. Looking up for a moment, he paused as his eyes fell on the camcorder sitting on his dresser.

Hesitating for just a moment, he quickly checked to make sure you weren't looking before he hid the camera underneath his clothes in his suitcase. It was a massive risk, sure, but he'd be stupid to pass up such an opportunity.

Shane met you at the door, suitcase in hand. "I'm ready," he said quietly.

The walk back to your farm was too silent and somber for your liking. You wanted to try and stay positive, and hopefully it would have at least a small impact on his mood. He needed someone there for him, right?

"So, I know the circumstances of your visit aren't ideal," you ventured, "but I think we'll have some fun together." And you gave him an encouraging smile.

We'll have some fun together? Fuck me, I hope so...

"Er... yeah. I'm sure we'll find something to do to pass the time," he replied.

When you and Shane entered your house, you gave him the grand tour. The first thing he took note of after stepping through the threshold was that your home had a distinctly pleasant smell. A combination of you, cedar, and... something sweet, perhaps? Shane looked all around as you showed him each room. Looking at your decor and aesthetics satisfied his growing urge to know more about you.

Once you concluded the tour, you turned back to face him and said, "I bet you're super hungry. I can make us something to eat. How does pizza sound?"

Shane chuckled a bit. "I would kill for some pizza with you right now."

You grinned. "Awesome. I'll get started on that."

As you started shuffling around your kitchen to get ingredients and food prep materials ready, Shane lingered awkwardly in the background. It was cute, how you seemed to know what you were doing in the kitchen. Domestic, even. Imagine her, my perfect wifey, in an apron... nothing but an apron... us sharing a house...

Shane had to shake his head a bit to chase the thought away. Sure, against all odds, it seemed like you were into him, but he couldn't get that far ahead of himself. It would only be a recipe for disaster and heartbreak.

After clearing his throat softly, Shane said, "Do you want me to help out with anything around the house...?"

You looked up from what you were doing and smiled over at him. "Nah, you just sit there and look pretty. I want you to enjoy your stay with me."

Smiling and looking away, Shane deflected your compliment. "Me and 'pretty' don't go together, sweetheart."

You grabbed a flyswatter and gently bapped him on the arm.

He laughed out loud. "What was that for?"

"For being mean to yourself. I hit you with a flyswatter 'cause that shit won't fly in my house," you said with a grin.

Shane laughed more and rolled his eyes. "You're so corny. How adorable."

You chuckled a bit.

"Seriously, though. Go make yourself comfortable. Turn on a gridball game, or something. I'll be there in a minute with our pizza," you told him.

He smiled, his heart full of love. ...Holy shit, could this really be love? The thought of that was both intimidating and exhilarating.

Shane took his seat on the couch and turned the TV on the sports channel. But truly, his eyes were only on you. He watched as you took the pizza out of the oven. He smiled to himself as he saw you doing a little dance out of the corner of his eye while you waited for the pizza to cool off a bit. Fuck, you were so cute.

Pretty soon, you joined him on the couch with two plates in hand, each plate with a couple of slices of pizza on it.

"Take your pick," you said, offering both plates to him.

He couldn't help but chuckle a little. He looked at you as he took one plate at random.

"You're being too accommodating," he chastised you with a grin.

"Yeah, well, I care about you," you shot back with a snarky but authentic smile.

"I could get used to that," he murmured.

The two of you ate your pizza brunch and watched the gridball game together. When you were both finished with your meal, you took the dishes to the sink and cleaned up. Shane followed you with his hands in his pockets.

"I wanna help out around the farm," he finally said. "It'll be good for me to do something productive. Especially if I get to do it with you."

You shrugged, then nodded. "Sure, I won't say no to that. Plus, you'll get to see some of the chicks from your ranch all grown up."

As the day went on, Shane found himself growing more and more attached to you. He especially loved how gentle you were with your animals. By sundown, the both of you were tired and ready to head inside. You both showered - one at a time, sadly - had snacks for dinner, and were now on the couch, watching a movie together.

While your eyes were focused on the TV, Shane couldn't help but steal glances at you. You were sitting so close to him, almost thigh to thigh. If ever there were a better time to make a move, he certainly couldn't think of it.

He slowly stretched his arms up, and when he went to put them down, he slowly settled the one closest to you around your shoulder. Smooth. You glanced at him briefly, then curiously leaned into his touch, looking back at the movie. Okay, fuck. What now?

He looked over at you, and he smirked slightly. Deciding to act on his first impulse, he started tickling your ribs. You instantly started squirming as you erupted into breathless laughter.

"Cut it out, asshat!" you giggled.

Shane just chuckled and intensified his tickling. You laughed harder and tried to stop his hands, but he was relentless. As you wriggled around, you ended up falling onto your back against the couch cushions. Shane's body was quick to follow on top of yours. He posted his arm to the side of your head, gently trapping you under his weight. He looked down at you with a small smirk and half lidded eyes.

You stiffened up a bit. "...Shane?"

"Mhm?" he hummed softly in response.

"Shane... I don't think we should--"

Wait, what? His face fell in a bit of confusion. You had been flirting with him before, right?

"Why not?" he whispered.

"I just... I like you and all, but I don't want anything getting in the way of your treatment..."

Had you seriously invited him to stay over at your house for a whole week, only to blue ball him?

Shane shook his head, protesting. "Why would it get in the way?"

You tried to let him down gently. "Well, if things... end poorly, or get awkward between us, I don't want you to be worse off..."

Shane's expression darkened. "The hell do you mean?"

Your eyes widened a bit at his change in demeanor. "I just think you should focus on getting better before getting romantically involved with anyone. The last thing you need is for your mental health to decline from losing a friend or potential lover..."

His frown deepened as he leaned a little more of his weight on you, a silent threat to keep you trapped underneath him. "Yeah? Well, I think I'd be much worse off if we didn't even try it at all, don't you?"

Your jaw fell open. "You'd better not be implying..." your voice trailed off.

He could sense you were getting angry, so he took a deep breath, and went with a softer approach. "Please. We both want this. And I just need something to help forget the pain, even if it's only one night..."

You exhaled sharply, the gears turning in your head. He watched your face intently for any sign of a change in heart. Finally, your face relaxed a little, and you relented.

"...Alright. Fine. But no promises on this leading to anything more."

Shane grinned and looked at you with adoration. "Of course. No guarantees."

Little did you know, he'd already decided you'd be his, and now there was no going back.

He gazed down at you, his heart racing as he admired the view of you under him. How long had he been fantasizing about this exact moment? He leaned down slowly, as if trying not to scare you away.

When your lips finally connected, it was like sparks ignited in his chest. He couldn't help but let out a quiet, shuddering breath against you as he gently teased your lips with his. You closed your eyes and brushed your lips back against his in reciprocity. He groaned and smiled a little when he felt you kissing him back.

Truthfully, he'd already been at half mast since he was tickling you. But just a gentle kiss with you was enough to have an impressive erection straining hard against his shorts. He gently rocked his hips forward, making sure you could feel it, making sure you knew what you did to him.

Your eyes opened a little and you let out a squeak. Shane chuckled and nipped at your lower lip, making you let out a soft moan. Fuck, what he wouldn't do to hear you some more...

You reached up and gently cupped his face, sitting up slowly. He took his weight off of you to allow you to sit up, but he couldn't bring himself to disconnect his lips. He needed you like he needed air.

You pulled away and stood up from the couch, gently holding his hand and pulling him up with you. "Let's take this to my bedroom."

"Fuck yeah," he panted.

You led him to the bedroom and shut the door behind both of you, and then he was immediately on you again. He held the back of your head with one hand and your hip with the other, resuming the kiss that was broken earlier. You whined a little and tangled your fingers in his hair, slipping your tongue into his mouth.

He was quick to respond with equal force. As your tongues dueled, he started tugging at your top.

"Off," he commanded simply.

You pulled away just long enough to slide your shirt over your head and drop it carelessly to the floor. Shane took a moment to marvel at your tits, before he realized how desperately he needed to see more. He went back in for another passionate kiss, but as he kissed you, he unhooked your bra in the back. You felt him doing it and grinned a little.

Once again, he pulled back to stare, this time at your bare chest. Holy fuck, it was even sexier up close. You chuckled a little bit at how excited he was. He wasted no more time, cupping one breast in each of his hands.

"Fuck, they're perfect..." he whispered.

You smirked and gave him a playful swat on his ass. His eyes widened a bit, and he spanked you a little bit harder. Taking it as a challenge, you spanked him even harder.

"Ah! That wasn't nice," he playfully growled before giving you a hard smack on your ass.

You squealed a little in surprise, but still with a smile on your face. "Okay, okay! I'll behave!"

"Good girl," he murmured and rubbed soothing circles on your ass cheek where it still stung.

Focusing his attention back on your breasts, he leaned you back a little to give his mouth easier access to your chest. He swirled his tongue over one of your nipples, looking at your face for your reaction. Your little whimper in response made him grin wolfishly, and he moved his mouth over to the other nipple to kiss it and lick it as well.

After a few moments, you started tugging at his shirt.

"It's not fair if I'm the only one shirtless," you complained.

"Fair enough," he conceded with a small smile as he took his shirt off quickly.

He moved back in to kiss you again just as quick, so you didn't get too long an opportunity to look at his tummy. You whined into the kiss, sensing that he might be self-conscious about his appearance.

You pulled away just long enough to compliment him. "Damn, you look amazing without a shirt."

Shane's cheeks heated up a bit at that, and he chuckled. "Glad you enjoy what you're seeing."

And with a dominant smirk, he firmly pushed you onto the bed.

"Hey!" you giggled at him after you fell back.

His eyes were glued to your chest, obsessed with the way your breasts bounced when you moved. Leaning over you with an eager grin, Shane shimmied your pants and underwear off of your legs, then he let out a low whistle at the sight.

"You're so fucking hot," he said appreciatively, using his hand to spread your legs a little more to get a better look at your pussy.

You chuckled softly, then rolled onto your tummy while he stood close to the bed. He watched you closely as you teased your fingers lightly up and down his legs a couple of times. He pushed his hips slightly forward with a grunt, hoping you'd get the message.

"Impatient much?" you teased him.

"Obviously," he said. He couldn't even deny it anymore.

Shane let out a satisfied sigh when your hand finally settled on the massive bulge tenting his shorts. You slowly rubbed him over his clothes, and he was already going wild. His breath caught in his throat as he watched you undo his button and zipper. He slid his shorts off, and you grinned at the small wet spot of precum on his underwear where the tip of his cock was poking.

He rushed to take his boxers off and join you on the bed. He was pleasantly surprised when you gently pushed him back against the pillows. Glancing up at him and smirking, you lowered your face to his crotch, and he let out a groan just at the sight of you going down on him, without him even asking.

You teased him with your tongue, first, licking up and down his length a couple of times before focusing your attention on his balls.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, utterly enamored with the sight of your lips closed gently around one of his balls.

You sucked gently on one of his testes, and then the other, while gently holding his thigh. You went back to gripping his cock and you affectionately gave the tip a few kisses, and it made his heart absolutely melt.

By the time you actually closed your lips around his cock head, he was unapologetically moaning. His hands went to your hair and clutched at it tightly, simultaneously trying to hold himself back and shove his whole cock into your throat. You took him in slowly, moving your head up and down at a slow pace, but one that left him breathless nonetheless. You worked your way up to fitting all of him in your mouth, and when his balls were pressed up snug against your chin, Shane panted loudly.

You only managed to bob your head up and down a few more times before he was grabbing your hair in a tight fist and pulling you off of him. You looked at him as he caught his breath for a moment.

"No fucking way I'd let myself cum without fucking you first," he breathed.

You blushed a little, and he sat up, grabbed you by the arms, and manhandled you down on the bottom. He knelt over you, absolutely loving the sight of you naked and ready beneath him. He leaned over and spat down onto his cock and rubbed it in, making sure he was plenty lubed up. But truth be told, you were already slick enough for this to be easy and painless.

Shane stared intensely into your eyes and pumped his cock slowly a few times with his fist. "Are you ready for me...?"

You nodded quickly at him.

He smirked. "Ah-ah-ah. Use your words."

"Yes, Shane!" you said excitedly.

He guided his tip to your already soaked entrance, pushing in just a little. It almost took his breath away completely, having just his tip inside of you. Since you weren't protesting, he slowly slid in farther, until your hips were connected, and he was all the way inside. It was almost too much, he thought. He sighed happily and pulled back about halfway, then pushed back in gently.

You let out a moan as he bottomed out again. He smiled a little and started thrusting at a slow but constant pace. You bit your lip and squeezed adorably at your own tits. As Shane got more into it, he leaned forward and started kissing at your neck as his hips rocked into yours.

He loved the sound you made when he bit down and sucked at your neck, and he relished in the idea of leaving marks all over you. His, you'd be all his.

It was a little embarrassing, how close he already was. He sat back up, licked his thumb, and pressed it against your clit as his hips slapped rhythmically against yours.

"I'm close, are you close?" he whispered.

"Uh-huh," you whimpered.

Shane rubbed slowly at your clit as he slammed his cock into you the last few times. You whined really prettily as you spasmed and came around him. In no time, his hips were stuttering, and he shoved himself into you as deeply as he could as he came with a loud groan.

His hips stilled, and his cock twitched inside of you a few times. He took another moment to cherish just how beautiful you looked after your orgasm. He finally pulled out of you with a soft sigh. Both of you caught your breath for a moment.

"I'm gonna go get cleaned up," you said eventually.

"Alright, babe. I'll be right here."

When he was sure you had left the room, Shane got up from the bed and made his way over to the closet. He reached inside and pulled out his camera that he'd hidden in the dark shelves in plain sight. He smirked as he stopped the recording.

It was a risky move, definitely. But it seemed like it had paid off. He hid the camera back in his suitcase. Finally fucking you felt amazing, and he hoped he'd be able to again very soon. He smiled to himself, certain you felt the same.

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 year ago

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hello!! love your content! i was checking your masterlist and i saw that you had a post about a nonhuman farmer — however, my farmer OC has different features from the one who was previously requested. so i was wondering if i could request something similar, but changing a few things. if not, you can ignore this!

so, i would like to request a similar post: the villagers (bachelors, bachelorettes and townies) reacting to a nonhuman farmer. however, instead of rat-like features, i wanted a farmer with fox-like features — as in, sharp claw-like nails, fox ears, fox tail, fangs and vertical pupils (y'know, similar to when people make a human gijinka of a fox character), all the fun stuff.

additionally! i was wondering if you could also include some Ridgeside Village characters. (i know RSV has like a shitton of characters so it doesn't need to be all of them 😭 if you do include, i would love if you did Raeriyala, Daia, Jio, Blair, Maddie and Ysa specifically, as these are my favorites) but if you can't do them, that's fine!! thank you for your time and take care!

Hello, dear anon! Thank you so much ❤️

Sorry for the long reply, but since there are a lot of characters, I had to write a little longer. I won't include all the RSV residents as I haven't thoroughly researched them all yet, but I wrote about the ones you asked for. Enjoy!

Stardew valley characters react to a non-human Farmer (alt. version):

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Considering that Shane often left the Saloon after two or three mugs of beer, it wouldn't surprise him if that new and annoying farmer had tall fox ears or fangs, since he could chalk those hallucinations up to alcohol intoxication. Worse things will happen if Shane, in his sober state, meets them again.... This town was a bunch of freaks. Though he thinks he's just as much of a freak himself...

Marnie's first thought after the Farmer's true origins are revealed is to make more locks on her chicken coop. Please forgive her, but she had recently survived a fox infestation that took out her favorite hen, and Marnie was still grieving and a little paranoid about foxes. But that was rude to the Farmer, for which she immediately apologizes.

All Elliott wanted was a relaxing fishing trip with his close friends, Willy, the old fisherman, and Farmer. But the Farmer apparently likes to pick a bad time to dedicate secrets. "I'm not really human." Elliott is in a stupor. "Excuse me, what?" "Aye, lad/lass said they're not human." Why in the world is Willy reacting so calmly? And why is the writer only now noticing their fangs and fox ears!

Yoba, poor Harvey and Maru were running around Farmer in circles, unable to understand the x-rays and blood test results. Vertical eye pupils, pointed fangs and claws... Their minds were racing, trying to find answers in medical textbooks and in scientific articles about single cases of mutations. So Farmer would be in the clinic for a long time, before the town doctor and his assistant find answers.

Yo, Farmer, hey! Look at the cool hoodies Sam got for his friends: Abigail's hoodie has cat ears sticking out, and Sebby's wearing a dark green hoodie with a cute frog face. He himself has a hoodie with bunny ears. It's a bit silly and childish gifts, but his friends love it and having fun, so that's what matters most. Oh, you have a hoodie like that too? It's cool, it's got real fox ears and a tail. Huh? Wait, what do you mean they're real? Like a- Holy cow, the ears move! How??? Sam and Abby are shocked, and Sebby thinks it's cool. The trio needs answers!

Looks like Rasmodius doesn't need to brew a potion for Farmer, since they already have forest magic. Oh please, don't look at him so surprised, nothing magical can escape the wizard's keen eye. But there is no need to panic, he himself is completely connected with magic and unusual things, so he will respect the Farmer's secret. Well, now let's talk about Junimo....

Huh, is Farmer what, 7 years old or something? Why are they dressed up in costume? What? Alex can see that? Of course he see it, with those ears and that floor-length tail, it's hard to miss. And... fangs? Strange people, one wearing all black, the others trying to prove to Alex they're foxe. It's crazy.

What the- Oh, for crying out loud. Kid, at least let Marlon and Gil know it's you. They thought the monster from the mines had gotten out and were ready to draw their swords from their scabbards. All right, let's go back, foxy, heh... We're going hunting soon, and you have the best nose for hares.

"Let's see... Dwarves, Shadow People, Elves... No, alas, nothing similar from history." After recognizing the Farmer's true origins, Gunther thought he might find mention of "fox people" in the library books, but there was nothing of the sort. However, if the Farmer themself knows their origins perfectly well, they could write the book! If the Farmer doesn't mind, the library keeper will help with writing a book about the history of an unknown civilization (or just a fairy tale, if no one believes it).

The Farmer decided to reveal a great secret to Kent? Do they want to reveal their true origins to surprise the veteran? Well, the secret's out, Farmer's not quite human! Aha! Caught him by surpri- Wat??? Why no reaction? What's with the 🗿 face? I've seen stranger things in war?! Ugh! "You're not human!?" Well, at least it didn't take long for his wife, Jodi, to react. The poor woman now has mixed emotions about Farmer.

Wow, Gus had heard a lot of different rumors about the new Farmer, but never would have thought.... Well, even though they're not quite human, it doesn't change the way he feels about Farmer. They're a very kind friend and a wonderful person (even if not human), so no prejudice, much to Farmer's relief, on his part. The doors of his Saloon are always open to them.

What? Fox ears? Ah, the Farmer must be playing with the children, they were just putting on all sorts of headbands with the ears of different animals. That's nice of them. Yeah, Jas, did you want something? Does Farmer have real ears? Sure, sure, Uncle Lewis believes you. *Ahem* By the way, is Aunt Marnie home?

Ah, my friend. Sit next to Linus, don't be shy. Warm yourselves by the fire. Hmm? Did you want to say something to him? About not being human, by any chance? Oh, no need to wonder, Linus can see through the magical barrier that wizards and other creatures wrap themselves in when they want to hide. But he's their friend, so their secret is safe. She knows what it's like to be an outcast.

Fox parts on the human body? Fangs, tail and ears?! Scientifically impossible! Demetrius is very interested in this unusual mutation of the new Farmer and would like to investigate it, perhaps even help in some way. Of course, with the Farmer's permission, after all, science is science, but there must be at least some boundaries of decency.

Beyond her natural shock at the news, Robin was glad that Farmer trusted her enough to entrust her with this secret. And she gives her word that if Farmer told her about her not quite human origins, she would keep it. Heh, that's funny... Robin's parents often called her "little foxy" and now Robin will also call Farmer. Just a light tease, nothing bad!

Young one, take off that stupid costume, it's not Spirits Eve. George doesn't understand the younger generation: he used to play grindball with his friends when he was a kid, and now teenagers are putting on silly costumes, calling themselves beasts and going back and forth and interfering with his TV watching. Don't even try to change his mind, he won't believe the Farmer's fox ears are real.

When Farmer stopped by to visit Emily, the girl immediately started praising these plush ears that look just like the real thing. Haley decided to argue with her sister for some reason and began to lament that the fabric probably wasn't the best quality. Emily disagreed completely, and decided to touch the soft fur on the long red ears. Poor Farmer immediately bounced away from the girls. Huh? Tickles? They're not real, how can they.... Did the ears just move?... Okay Haley, stop screaming, let's calm down and talk about, as it turns out, quite real fox ears.

Oh, Evelyn remembers Farmer's Grandpa saying that in their family, the fox was the totem animal. There were statues, wooden sculptures and paintings on his farmhouse. Evelyn is glad that Farmer is also proud of it, even if it is a little unusual, wearing fluffy fox ears. (No, she doesn't believe the fox parts on Farmer are real).

Mr./Mrs. Farmer is a fox? Are they some sort of fox lord? Do they have magic? Can we see it? While Jas and Vincent pepper Farmer with various questions (because where else would you see a fox neighbor?), Leo giggles and thinks to himself that when he, his friends and Farmer play hide and seek, with those tall red ears Farmer will be easy to find.

Clint needed to get some fresh air: the heat of the forge had made his mind foggy, making the farmer look like an animal. But when they went outside, the farmer's animal image hadn't disappeared..... Did he drink too much at the saloon last night?

Oi, that's a strong ale. This stuff is amazing! Gus, pour Pam another full mug! Hell yeah. Hmm, who's distracting her? All right, kid, give her a break after work. Ugh, what do they want, huh? She's busy right now- Why does Farmer have fangs like an animal? And what's with the eyes?... Gus, Pam changed her mind. She's had enough beer for one night. She's already seeing some weird shit.

Aah! Oh, Yoba, what's that? Or rather, who is it? Farmer? Why did you dress up in a costume and get into the bushes and scare Leah? What do you mean, "not a costume"? You got the lenses, and the tail down your back. A real one?! Okay, well, even if that's true, what makes you think hiding in the bushes was the best way to present yourself? Smell of delicious berries. Alright, the artist agrees, blueberries are really good.

Dear viewers, our favorite show begins: "How fast can Farmer make Penny faint?" Last time, our top contestant scared a young teacher in 5.43 seconds when they came out all bloody from the mines. This time, Farmer will reveal his secret to Penny. Aaaaaand.... Exactly two seconds, and the girl fell senseless. A new record! (Apologized to Penny right now).

"I hope we don't get rabies from you?" "Pierre!". Our lovely Pierre, Mr. Tactfulness, part-time shopkeeper, is on a roll as always. Thank Yoba that at least Caroline knows when to stop her husband. So what if the Farmer is a little different, that's no reason to throw around name-calling. "Don't listen to him, dear customer", no one realized where Morris was coming from here. "There's no prejudice in our wonderful Joja about weirdo-, er, I mean unusual people. Come to us, we have 25% off!" "Wouldn't dream of it, Morris! Dear customer, can you bite Morris to give him rabies?" Thanks again to Caroline, who got a bucket of water from somewhere and poured it on her husband and Joja manager.

Bonus + Ridgeside Village:

Wow! Daia didn't know that her Lady's lover, the great Raeriyala, had helpers too, and such a cute one. Oh, you're fox spirit? Hee hee! She wants so badly to touch the fluffy ears, or the soft red tail! Wait a minute... They're not spirits, they give off a completely different aura.... The grandchild of that old Farmer? Intriguing. But it still won't save Farmer from teasing or flirting.

Trust me, if Maddie doesn't run away from a strange sound in the bushes in the middle of the woods, the huge fox ears will definitely make her rush back to town. She won't even realize it's not a wild animal, just a Farmer. Nope, not today, forest! She's too young to die.

Finally, the barrier was removed and the Farmer was able to meet her. Yes, oh farmer, Raeriyala knows who you really are, no need to hide it. She has a lot to tell you about your Grandmother, the evil that lingers in Spirits Realm, and much more. "Are you my mom?" "...What?" (It would be a very awkward situation if Farmer didn't know their biological mother, and then there's a woman fox. So you can understand their confusion).

Not only did Farmer show up at a rather suspicious time, but they're also not human. Jio's caution will not be limited, as there may be spies everywhere, who want to harm his friends, his Lady, and interfere with his mission. On the other hand, there is something about this Farmer, because there's unusual, just like him - where will you meet another elf, right?

And how you supposed to concentrate on fishing when someone is running near the lake and yelling? Blair's irritation was immediately replaced by incomprehension when she saw Ysa running out of the woods toward Ridgeside Village. The girl had dropped a small basket of flowers. And when the young fisherwoman saw in the distance the silhouette of a humanoid with obviously animal-like body parts, it was already Blair's turn to run, leaving the entire fish catch on the shore. And the Farmer only wanted to talk to them 🥲

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ourvanishingghosts · 2 years ago

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Hello!! can I req Raihan x Female Reader where reader is a Ice/Grass specialist and has a Glaceon and Leafeon who protects her because she gets picked on a lot Maybe some angst to fluff Thank you already!❤️

Sure thing.

Lonely Without Friendship

Raihan x F! Reader Angst/Fluff

Growing up you were always bullied. You didn't do anything to cause the bullying. It's just that kids are mean. You didn't have any friends because of this, so your parents ended up giving you a Glaceon and a Leafeon to help and protect you. They were your only friends throughout all of your school years. That was until you moved to Galar to continue studying.

So far your only friends were Hop, Milo, Marnie, Gloria (Fairy Gym Leader), Nessa, Melony, Sonia, and Bea. Your two Eeveelutions didn't like men all that much since boys were the main bullies from your younger years. Hop and Milo were the exceptions since Leafeon and Glaceon could tell that they had good intentions and wouldn't hurt you in any way. There were some people in Galar who would bully you and they would either wake up to a yard full of leaves or a yard full of ice that was covered in snow.

Raihan wanted to befriend you, but your two friends wouldn't allow it to happen. You would always have to put them into their Great Balls in order to talk to him. You couldn't blame them because Raihan is an intimidating-looking man. Towering over you and his fangs were a little scary at first. Leafeon would give him cuts by using razor leaf and Glaceon would purposely make the surrounding area cold by using snowy terrain.

It has been two years since you came to Galar and your two partners have eased up a little bit. They now like Kabu, Leon, Bede, Gordie, and Piers. Raihan was close to giving up on becoming friends with you entirely because he still isn't liked or even remotely close to being liked. That was until he was sitting with you on your bed while you were crying. You were crying because your boyfriend of three years broke up with you over text. Leafeon and Glaceon were laying their heads on your lap trying to comfort you. You were leaning your head against Raihans chest in a way that he couldn't see your tear-stained face.

"Y/N, I am going, to be honest with you and you may not like what I am about to say."

You sniffle and hiccup before responding

"What is it, Rai?"

"Your boyfriend was a complete jerk. He didn't deserve you."

You remove your head from his chest and look up at him.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that you deserve someone who will treat you like you are the queen of the world."

You giggle a little bit before sniffing again

"I am no queen, Raihan. You know that."

He gently takes your hands in one of his and puts his other hand on your cheek.

"You are a queen, Y/N. You may not see it. But you are a queen to your Leafeon and Glaceon."

The two Pokémon nuzzle against you making happy purring noises agreeing with Raihan.

"And if I am being honest. You are my queen. I would do anything to see you smile. I will embarrass myself in order to make you laugh."

After telling you that he kisses the top of your head and you smile.

"Thank you, Raihan. I appreciate that. I really do."

"You are very welcome. Now, why don't you lay down with Leafeon and Glaceon and take a nap because I bet you feel tired after letting out all those emotions."

You nod and lay down. Glaceon and Leafeon lay down by your feet. Raihan gets off the bed and heads towards the door until you grab his hand.

"Could you cuddle with me, Raihan? Please?"

He looks at you and then at the two Pokémon for their responses. They nod their heads, yes and he lays down next to you putting your head on his chest. You and Raihan smile knowing that Leafeon and Glaceon finally accept that he would never hurt you. Ever.

#raihan pokemon #raihan #pokemon raihan #pokémon raihan #raihan x reader #pokemonlemon #pokemon sword and shield #swsh #gym leader raihan #pokemon raihan x reader

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autisticempathydaemon · 2 years ago

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I always feel like i'm really bad at talking about myself for things like this, but here i go!

What is your Enneagram type?

6w5 if i remember correctly

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

Low, soft, warm lighting and like idk why but falling asleep at dusk/dawn when the sun is just setting/rising simply hits different for me. Also just general cozy vibes even if i don't often "use" them i guess to actually go to sleep but i do love some good old it's raining outside, candle/fairy lights, pillowforts e.t.c. atmosphere

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

I'm kinda bad at choosing favorites of things but at the top of my head, a video essay that actually managed to make me tear up/cry/changed my brain chemistry:

- "bo burnham vs jeff bezos" by cj the x

(i won't stop recommending this one to my dad, he still hasn't watched it) (and also "stranger things and the meaning of life" and "when marnie was gay" by cj the x are also really good imo)

and two that articulate thoughts/feelings i already had better than i could've:

- "david lynch: the treachery of language" (communication, yknow?) (and speaking of communication: "the artist is absent: davey wreden and the beginner's guide" by innuendo studios made me feel a similar way also)

- "horror is the best genre (and here's why)" (horror, my beloved)

both of these are by the channel "whats so great about that"

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

David, Vincent and maybe even Sam. Like i don't dislike them i just feel... nothing for them. I do really like Ashers friendship with David and especially the two of them in inversion but thats about it in regards to good old davey for me.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

I could definetly need a friend like Huxley in my life.

Sorry if this isn't a lot to work with, but like i said i'm kinda bad at talking about myself in this kind of format, i guess

Oooh, definitely a thunker. 6w5’s tend to be characterized by the rationality and reliability of the Sixes and the curious, knowledge seeking of the of Fives. This makes you a lovely match for Avior, because we know that know-it-all loves that.

The whole sarcastic thing Avior has got going on for him would make him so fun to talk to. He’s thoughtful, intelligent, eloquent; discussing philosophy, fiction, language, anything with him would be an experience. He’s got the charm and wit those devil advocates on Reddit wish they had.

Also, the way you describe your sleep environment and hygiene reminds me of that one time Avior made the stars appear on the ceiling of his Meridian/Limbo/Hell? I think he’d do that for you, and it’d be perfect.

Song:

Look at the stars/ Look how they shine for you/ And all the things that you do

We love demons and songs about stars; the playlists just make themselves. I especially like this one for you and Avior, because it matches the soft-spoken tenderness that he shows later on. Like, he would literally give you stars. He’s a softie.

Runner-Ups:

Oh, Guy would absolutely devour the same videos as you. He seems like he would love CJ, and I think it’s really cute to pair that ray of sunshine with a horror fan. Ollie’d be a good match as well; he strikes me as sweet but solid partner in life.

Note: “Stranger Things and the Meaning of Life” made me cry I love that dude (gn)

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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cinenthusiast · 1 day ago

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films seen in october 2024

scream (1996, craven) / no idea what viewing / 4K scream 2 (1997, craven) / no idea what viewing / blu-ray mute witness (1995, waller) / 1st / blu-ray lovers land (2000, ward) / 1st / blu-ray party line (1988, Webb) / 1st / Amazon disconnected (1984, bechard) / 1st / blu-ray lifeline (1997, to) / 1st / amazon rental megalopolis (2024, coppola) / 1st / theaters white lightnin’ road (1964, ormond) / 1st / blu-ray the birds (1963, hitchcock) / 6th-ish? / blu-ray the silence of the lambs (1991, demme) / 3rd? / 35mm, brattle theatre matinee (1993, dante) / 2nd / 35mm, coolidge corner theatre the sound of fury (aka try and get me) (1950, endfield) / 1st / amazon rental house of usher (1960, corman) / 2nd / 35mm, brattle theatre x: the man with the x-ray eyes (1963, corman) / 2nd / 35mm, brattle theatre huesera: the bone woman (2023, cervera) / 1st / blu-ray the orphanage (2007, bayona) / 2nd / blu-ray marnie (1964, hitchcock) / 3rd / 35mm. somerville theatre ernest scared stupid (1991, cherry) / 1st / amazon rental elvira: mistress of the dark (1988, signorelli) / 1st / amazon rental elegant beast (1962, kawashima) / 1st / blu-ray fangs (1974, names) / 1st / youtube the wizard of gore (1970, lewis) / 1st / blu-ray ju-on the curse (2000, shimizu) / 1st / blu-ray gonjiam: haunted asylum (2018, jung) / 1st / blu-ray the cell (2000, tarsem) / 1st / blu-ray the entity (1983, furie) / 2nd / blu-ray “false alarm” (1923, fleischer) / 1st / youtube “koko gets egg-cited” (1926, fleischer) / 1st / youtube “invisible ink” (1921, fleischer) / 1st / youtube “alice’s wonderland” (1923, disney) / 1st / youtube horror of dracula (1958, fisher) / 2nd / blu-ray sleepy hollow (1999, burton) / no idea / blu-ray dracula’s daughter (1936, hillyer) / 2nd / youtube rental halloweentown (1998, dunham) / no idea / disney + paranorman (2012, fell/butler) / 3rd / blu-ray the invisible man (1933, whale) / 3rd / 35mm, 23rd coolidge corner horror marathon the fly (1986, cronenberg) / 2nd / 35mm, 23rd coolidge corner horror marathon “water water every hare” (1952, jones) / no idea / 35mm, 23rd coolidge corner horror marathon frankenstein must be destroyed (1969, fisher) / 1st / 35mm, 23rd coolidge corner horror marathon dr. giggles (1992, coto) / 1st / 35mm, 23rd coolidge corner horror marathon doctor butcher, m.d (1980, girolami) / 1st / 35mm, 23rd coolidge corner horror marathon the abominable dr. phibes (1971, fuest) / 2nd / 35mm, 23rd coolidge corner horror marathon “hyde and go tweet” (1960, freleng) / no idea / 35mm, 23rd coolidge corner horror marathon the island of dr. moreau (1996, frankenheimer) / 1st / 35mm, 23rd coolidge corner horror marathon the blob (1988, russell) / 7th / blu-ray tales from the crypt: demon knight (1995, dickerson) / 7th / blu-ray christine (1983, carpenter) / 12th / blu-ray halloween (1978, carpenter) / 6th / blu-ray halloween iii: season of the witch (1982, wallace) / 8th / blu-ray over the garden wall (2014, cash / mchale) / 3rd / homemade blu

#films seen in 2024 #films seen

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best-character-named-x-poll · 10 months ago

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Best Character Named X Poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count. Official characters in canon only, please do not submit OCs.

Round 370: Claudia

Round 371: Aiden

Round 372: Cynthia

Round 373: Oscar

Round 374: Mabel

Round 375: Randall

Round 376: Liesel

Past Polls

Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

George, Diana, Andy, Nora, Angel, Judy, Jo, Miranda, Pearl, Jamie, Tam, Klaus, Luna, Delilah, Juliet, Celia, Katya, Minerva, Ebony, Miriam, Percy, Bianca, Amara, Cleo, May, August, Matilda, Jared, Kendra, Fitz, Aurora, Ramona, Orion, Kala, Madeline, Anastasia, Kit, Marian, Lena, Polly, Cora, Leah, Irene, Laurel, Hilda, Valentine, Joe, Skye, Walter, Marissa, Hope, Oberon, Lorna, Ace, Calvin, Bridget, Ulrich, Roger, Stella, Lenore, Wanda, Winona, Hannibal, Newt, Dorian, Dorothy, Una, Marnie, Mirabel, Olympia, Toby, Chip, Fern, Axel, Gil, Bo, Rue, Leslie, Agnes, Luther, Sally, Delia, Richter, Scarlet, Ray, Nigel, Selina, Harley, Blue, Perry, Duke, Tao, Cornelius, Wendy, Apollo, Celeste, Summer, Esther, Cole, Kieran, Melody, Haley, Prudence, Azrael, Lauren, Pauline, Darcy, Lee, Red, Stuart, Octavia, Tsukasa, Esme, Ella, Riley, Pyrrha, Rupert, Orlando, Blair, Ike, Yukari, Tanya, Briar, Amber, Akira, Irma, Marlene, Trixie, Harriet, Letitia, Koichi, Katrina, Echo, Annette, Nami, Dale, Nina, Carina, Lance, Yuki, Donatello, Puck, Callie, Moe, Hunter, Poppy, Titania, Melinda, Jackson, Sunny, Dee, Freya, Caeser, Sasha, Zain, Edith, Candy, Raiden, Richter

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Yasmin, Chase, Tina, Rudolf, Melvin, Melissa, Adele, Adeline, Jem, Dolores, Jude, Ginger, Bellamy, Jacob, Reese, Nemo, Addison, Adelaide, Candace, Abraham, Ragnar, Destiny, Hero, Drew, Wallace, Jean (feminine), Cheryl, Shane, Tegan, Matthias, Liam, Ellis, Dennis, Josie, Mike, Bailey, Eden, Giselle, Suki, Keith, Wilfred, Blaine, Pam, Brianna, Sabine, Roman, Kalina, Mindy, Monet, Zara, Marcus, Elias, Mira, Glen, Farah, Faith, Enid, Ross, Antoinette, Elodie, Mallory, Kay, Renee, Willow, Albert, Howard, Oswald, Clem, Jace, Howell, Rowan, José, Christian, Ravi, Dev, Valerie, Norma, Tristan, Jolene, Yumi, Sakura, Carol, Carrie, Casper, Septimus, Rosalind, Rosamund, Rosie, Rosa, Gerald, Geraldine, Gerard, Ariel, Ariadne, Anya, Ida, Rocky, Mal, Solomon, Sol, Vera, Vincent, Nolan, Sage, Jojo, Calliope, Roxy, Roxanne, Silver, Noel, Noelle, Stacy, Lloyd, Alba, Virginia, Eva, Amos, Petra, Marla, Dante, Gretchen, Rhydian, Russ, Tate, Tatum, Morris, Ambrose, Doug, Grant, Graham, Aaron, Ivan, Paris, Doris, Rain, Sora, Wayne, Helga, Garth, Constantine, Sonny, Courtney, Jamal, Niall, Cecil, Cecilia, Cat, Katherine, Ophelia, Laurie, Lori, Bernadette

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

#best character named x #poll #poll game

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dstrachan · 10 months ago

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'VIEWS FROM THE EDGE' - w/c 15th January 2024

Robbie Williams ‘Rock DJ’

Eee Gee ‘Winning’

Another Fable ‘The Great Defeat’

Muslimgauze ‘Qom’

Queen ‘Bicycle Race’

X-Ray Spex ‘Germ Free Adolescents’

Ian Brown ‘Sister Rose (Japanese version)’

Piero Piccioni ‘Arizona Dreaming’

Cigarettes After Sex ‘Apocalypse’

Sophie Ellis Bextor ‘Murder On The Dancefloor’

N-Trance ‘Set You Free (Rob Searle Mix)’

Chicks On Speed ‘We Don’t Play Guitars’

Sleigh Bells ‘Infinity Guitars’

Frank Zappa ‘My Guitar Wants To Kill Your Mama’

The Beatles ‘While My Guitar Gently Weeps’

Glasvegas ‘It’s My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry’

Chicken Shack ‘Crying Won’t Help You Now’

Steampacket ‘Cry Me A River’

Grace Jones ‘I’m Crying (My Mother’s Tears)’

Alcazar ‘Crying At The Discoteque’

The Tibbs ‘Ain’t It Funny’

The Meters ‘Funky Miracle’

Paul Simon ‘Mother & Child Reunion’

Free ‘The Hunter’

Marnie ‘The Hunter’

Katie Spencer ‘The Hunter’

Du Blonde ‘Hunter’

Goldfrapp ‘Hunt’

#views from the edge #mad wasp radio #td1 radio #community radio

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anantradingpvtltd · 2 years ago

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zoetekohana · 8 years ago

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So, based on the two trailers for the final season of HBO’s Girls, it’s obvious Desi/Marnie is going to be endgame and that angers me to no end!

Like seriously, after that amazingly on-point beautiful episode “The Panic in Central Park”, after that epiphany Marnie had about her doomed marriage to Desi, after her finally telling him that she doesn’t want to be married to him but basically did so out of vanity (Desi is a tool but ngl he is good looking, and also vanity in the sense that she wanted to get married for the sake of being married), she has taken Desi as a side piece? And that after she hated having been his side piece when he was in a relationship to Clementine? Come on...

NOT TO FORGET after all that build-up to Marnie/Ray since season three (actually even since season one because their then “hate” toward each other always had some underlining), after we have seen how devoted Ray is to her (his electoral speech in public, which granted was awkward but still, and his private speech to Desi about Marnie), after we have seen how they’ve become such close friends and confidants (like really in that episode with the play in the apartment you could see that Marnie was upset when Ray was annoyed with her), after we’ve seen that Marnie has actually gotten some positive development mainly thanks to Ray, after they’ve finally got together, we have to return to that downward spiral of Desi/Marnie...

It also seems we might go back to Adam/Hannah as well. (Probably Ray/Sosh as well, but I can live with that, because at least they could be a healthy relationship unlike Adam/Hannah and especially unlike Desi/Marnie.)

Like why?

What is it with shows and going back to the beginning in their final season while blatantly disregarding all the character and relationship development throughout the course of the series? HIMYM and Gilmore Girls did that as well and it wasn’t good writing, quite the opposite.

If this is really what the show is going to for its grand finale, then no thank you.

#girlshbo #hbo girls #marnie x ray #ray x marnie #zoe rambles #i had to vent about this #honestly ray/marnie is the only ship i got invested in watching this show #and after three seasons they're finally in a relationship #only to get destroyed immediately apparently #(it's basically barney/robin from himym all over again)#ehhh at least the music in the trailers were awesome #as usual #so basically the only thing girls can do right is the music

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nemo-in-wonderland · 3 years ago

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Stardew Valley - Carlotta de Saint-Exupéry

(gods, my brain is seriously glitching, I was convinced I posted this here, and I didn't).

anyway!

Good Morning, Good Morning everyone!!

Allow me to finally share the concept art/profile of my dear baby bean, Carlotta!! She is how I envision my Farmer on StarDew Valley to be like! A small ray of sun, with kind eyes and an even kinder heart!

To be honest, while designing her I went FULL IMMERSION into my most favourite among the manga and anime I used to watch as a child, so it's safe to say that I was deeply inspired by some of them (CCS and Clamp in general, and the Majokko genre in particular).

Also, the template is from here: x

So, allow me to share some more info about her!

PROFILE

Name: Carlotta de Saint-Exupéry

Age: 20 years old

Lives in: Nightfall Meadows - Forest Farm

Family: Bruno (Grandfather - deceased), Kipo, Calcifer; She has an older brother, Ettore, who she gets along with and that she misses a lot. She is not on speaking terms with her parents ever since she was 15 and she ran off from home and lived with her brother in the city.

Friends: The Wizard, Marnie, Leah, Gus.

Spouse: Sebastian

Loves: Coffee; Cappuccino Mouse Cake; Pancakes; Star Shards (she loves to receive them because she grinds them into Kipo's food, per their request); Rainbow Shells (she keeps them in a small box close to her bed. When she was a child, she used to scour for them, whenever her grandpa would bring her for a walk at the beach, and he used to tell her they would bring her good fortune if she kept them close to her bed at night.); Sunflowers and Fairy roses. So much. When it's their season, she always makes sure to plant more, so that she can keep some in the house.

Hates: Sashimi, Salmon Burger, Void Mayonnese (her brother tricked her into eating it when she was a child, and ever since then, she is absolutely horrified of even hearing its name), Truffles, Cave Carrots, Prismatic Shards;

Favourite Colours: Teal, Pink and Pale Blue

Hobbies: Cooking, and she is pretty good at it. Playing the guitar and singing. She loves to collect vintage garments that she likes to wear around.

(more under the cut)

TRIVIA

Her farm is called Nightfall Meadows for the huge meadows filled with flowers. Because of this, her farming is mostly focused on Beekeeping and Flower Cultivation. The Nightfall Honey is renowned in all of the Valley;

Carlotta's adopted cat is called Calcifer, in honour of her favourite character from her favourite movie (she is a Studio Ghibli Enthusiast);

When she speaks, she has a little lisp that makes her a little self-conscious (but that Sebastian finds absolutely adorable);

She is interested in magic and the preternatural and was interested in it even before she moved to her Grandpa's farm. She often goes visiting the Wizard, and it's safe to say that he is one of the closest friends she made in her time at the Valley.

One day, she found a capsule with something inside, and fascinated by it, she decided to bring it inside her home and take care of it, to see if anything would happen to it. And something did happen: a small alien came out of it, presenting themselves as Kipo, an impish little pixie that loves to spend their days picking flowers and eating sugary food. They adore Carlotta, and Carlotta adores them: she doesn't mind at all to have them floating around while she is busy working; in truth, because of how lonely Carlotta felt, during those first months at the farm, Kipo's company was of extreme comfort.

One of her favourite activities is to take her bicycle and go for a long ride down the path that would bring her to the beach. When she is done working at the Farm, it's not unusual to see her biking around!

Another activity she absolutely adores is stargazing. She loves to just sit on the swing built on the porch of her house, with a warm tea for herself and a few cookies for Kipo, and just look up, especially during the long summer nights. Once she and Sebastian tie the knot, he would sit down with her, wrapping a blanket around both of them and just gazing up together.

She loves to play the guitar, and loves when Kipo accompanies her in singing!

Carlotta always ALWAYS wears a hat. It's virtually impossible to see her without one. She even wears a vintage nightcap in bed.

Her last name, de Saint-Exupéry, is a reference to Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, the author of "The Little Prince";

A way to describe her is a small beam of Sun, truly a drop of Sun fallen from the sky, ever so gentle, ever so sweet, and always with a kind smile.

However, she's also known to have a short temper and could be stubborn like is nobody's business

And that's all I have now to share for dear Carlotta!!

If you have a farmer for SDV yourself, do not hesitate do drop by and say hi!!😊

Hope you will like her!!

- Nemo

#stardew valley #stardew farmer #stardew valley profile #sdv #sdv Sebastian #my oc #nemo sketches #my art

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beatradical · 3 years ago

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Sweet Spring Child 💖 ----------------------- 👸 QUEEN JUNIPA (OC)

☀️ RAPUNZEL x PIERS 😈 The Queen enjoyed taking her firstborn to experience the sights and sounds around the household. Within a week of his birth, the entire castle staff has already been well-acquainted (and smitten) to their bright little Prince. * While Piers was born in springtime, Marnie had been delivered in the winter, six years later- A small ray of hope, after the years of despair and sorrow for her parents. ---------------------- Piers © Pokemon SWSH Rapierzel AU, OC, Fanart © Fuyu

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murder-senpai · 4 years ago

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F A N F I C T I O N

Oh, hello there!! My name is Murder-senpai! I’m new here to tumblr sooooo don’t mind me being awkward n’ stuff. So this is gonna be like, what fandoms and characters I write for sOoooOoOo

AU’s and other stuff I’ll do: ABO, genderbend, hanahaki, soulmate, supernatural/power, soft yandere/ stockholm syndrome, coffee shop, modern, fantasy, baby/kid versions of characters, babysitter, neko, inu, kitsune, post apocalyptic, zombie, flower shop, book store, dragon, fairy tale, high school/college, mafia, pregnant, steampunk, merpeople, pirate, pirate/merperson, prison, reincarnation, famous, vampire, werewolf

There is more shit I’ll do but I can’t really think anymore so just request

(reader insert crap)

I will NOT do nsfw. This is a christian minecraft sever

You CAN request multiple character/poly and platonic stuff

If your not specific, I will choose between headcanons or a fic/drabble

If you request angst, I will give it a fluffy ending unless requested otherwise

Please be specific in your request ex: reader gender (fem, male, gender neutral)

Edit: I will now take character x character, character + character platonic stuff, aus (like, medevil bnha, or a story about friendship or enemies to friends or adoption, anything really), and stuff like that

Current hyperfixation (aka, what I will probably write better for/ do more): dream smp

Will probably put the scenario in a non specific arc

Fairy Tail:

Natsu

Gray

Loke/leo

Laxus

Sting

Rouge

Gajeel

Zeref

Jellal

Jackal

Lucy

Levy

Juvia

Guildarts

Freed

Erza

DBH:

Connor

Hank

Markus

Gavin

nines

ATLA:

Aang

Zuko

Sokka

Katara

Toph

mai

ty lee

azula

BNHA:

Izuku

Katsuki

Shouto

Denki

Eijiro

Tenya

Toshinori

Shouta

hizashi

fumikage

neito

mirio

takami

hitoshi

inasa

Enji

keigo

rumi

momo

mina

ochaco

dabi

shigaraki

overhaul

sir nighteye

kurogiri

toga

twice

Inuyasha:

Inuyahsa

kagome

naraku

miroku

koga

sesshomaru

sango

BNA:

michiru

shirou

nazuna

alan

marie

pinga

Sherlock:

Sherlock

john

moriarty

mycroft

greg

molly

Harry potter:

harry

ron

hermione

draco

cedric

Black Butler:

ciel

sebastian

bard

finny

ash

claude

alois

triplets

william

grell

ronald

undertaker

joker

dagger

agni

soma

pluto

beast

lizzy

mey-rin

ran-mao

edward

aleistar

vincent

real ciel (I refer to him as astre tho)

snake

charles grey

charles phipps

gregory

cheslock

joanne

maurice

herman

clayton

lawrance

mcmillan

edgar

blavat

seiglinde

MLB:

Marinette/ladybug

adrien/chat noir

gabriel/hawkmoth

nathaniel

marc

luka

alya

nino

felix

bridgette

chloe

TPN:

emma

ray

norman

don

gilda

leslie

Undertale:

sans

papyrus

frisk

toriel

chara

asriel

asgore

grillby

gaster

mettaton

blooky

AU’s- underfell, mafiatale, mafiafell, underswap, swapfell

Beastars:

legoshi

haru

louis

juno

gouhin

melon

Gravity falls:

dipper

mable

ford

wendy

robbie

bill

AU-reverse falls, monster falls

SVTFOE:

star

marco

tom

toffee

Hazbin:

alastor

angle dust

charlie

husk

vaggie

lucifer

val

vox

Pokemon:

Gladion

ash

clemont

serena

james

jesse

zeraora

lucario

mewtwo

zacian

zamazenta

literally any pokemon but those are my fave(and human versions ofc either is fine)

guzma

kukui

alain

lysandre

bede

hop

leon

milo

allister

raihan

marnie

piers

ACNH:

tom nook

raymond

lobo

kabuki

lolly

marshal

Isabelle

redd

fang

Avengers:

tony

steve

bucky

clint

natasha

dr. strange

thor

loki

peter

Voltron:

lance

keith

shiro

hunk

lotor

pidge

Aggretsuko:

tadano

haida

hyoudou

The hobbit:

literally JUST smaug

MLP:

twilight

pinkie

apple jack

rainbow

fluttershy

rarity

discord

Maid sama:

takumi

misaki

shoichiro

the three idiots

aoi (totaly gives off a ciel/lizzy vibe don’t even lie)

sotaro

tora

kanade

kuga

koma

yujiro

shosei

Naruto:

naruto

sauske

kakashi

itachi

gaara

neji

shikamaru

kurama

kiba

OHSHC:

tamaki

haruhi

hikaru

karou

both twins

kyoya

hunny

mori

kasanoda

nekosawa

Cells at work:

white blood cell

red blood cell

killer t cell

Little witch academia:

atsuko

diana

sucy

lotte

amanda

andrew

louis

frank

Pucca:

pucca

garu

tobe

abyo

Glitter force:

emily/Miyuki

kelsey/Akane

lily/Yayoi

april/Nao

chole/Reika

ulric/wolfrun

rascal

Glitter force doki doki:

ira

maya/Mana

rachel/Rikka

clara/Alice

mackenzie/Makoto

TMNT(2012):

leonardo

raphael

michelangelo

donatello

splinter

april

ROTG:

aster bunnymund

north

pitch

sandy

jack

tooth

Soul eater:

death the kid

soul

black star

maka

stein

Aot:

levi

eren

armin

mikasa

jean

erwin

IT(2017):

pennywise

richie

beverly

eddie

stanley

ben

bill

henry

patrick

victor

belch

bowers gang

losers club

kamisama kiss:

nanami

tomoe

mizkui

kurama

otohiku

mikage

jiro

The outsiders:

dallas

darry

ponyboy

johnny

two-bit

steve

soda

Diabolik lovers:

shu

reiji

ayato

laito

kanato

subaru

yui

karlheinz

kou

azuza

carla

ruki

richter

yuma

shin

Hamilton:

alex

john

king george

george washington

lafayette

hercules

philip

aaron

thomas

Venom(2018):

eddie/venom

Tokyo mew mew:

ichigo

zakuro

tart

pie

Kisshu

Fran bow

Fran

remor

itward

mr. midnight

Steven universe

steven

connie

pearl

amethyst

larz

sadie

garnet

lapiz

peridot

spinel

Haven't you heard i'm sakamoto

sakamota

Shou

Gargantia on the verdurous planet

ledo

amy

Animaniacs

yakko

wakko

dot

Over the garden wall

wirt

beast

Sonic

sonic

tails

knuckles

amy

shadow

Snow white with the red hair

Shirayuki

zen

obi

The sacrificial princess and the king of beasts(manga)

Leonhart

Sariphi

Lanteveldt

Anubis/Sirius

Jormungand

Fenrir

Nir

Joz

Ilya

Beetlejuice(musical)

beetlejuice

lydia

Creepypasta

Jeff the killer

slenderman

offenderman

trenderman

splenderman

ticci toby

masky

hoodie

BEN drowned

eyeless jack

laughing jack

homicidal liu

zalgo

clockwork

Jason the toymaker

puppeteer

Yu-gi-oh

Seto Kaiba

FNAF

Freddy

bonnie

chica

foxy

golden freddy

toy freddy

toy bonnie

toy chica

mangle (male and female ver pls specify)

marionette ^

springtrap

william afton/ purple guy

baby

funtime freddy

ennard

nightmare freddy

nightmare bonnie

nightmare chica

nightmare foxy

nightmare mangle

fredbear

nightmare fredbear

Cuphead

cuphead

mugman

devil

king dice

Bendy and the ink machine

bendy

boris

alice

Duck tales

Scrooge (aged down tho)

webby

della

donald

louie

dewey

huey

launchpad

lena

Dream smp

everyone (all platonic. Will do reader stuff, but would prefer more character +character interactions, specifically, SBI. PLSSS give me sbi stuff, ill marry you)

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Memories - lrh (Chapter Nine)

Memories (also on Wattpad)

Chapter Eight ※※※※※ Chapter Ten

Friday is usually one of the best days of the week. Beginning of the weekend, and to know that the next day you don't work and can sleep late, among others. Friday's energy is different from any other day, everyone looks happy. Unfortunately, that was not my friday.

Today started around 6 am, with my mother coming to my apartment to accompany me on the blood test. Then I went for MRI, and, again, I had to be pricked. After that, I was able to have a decent breakfast, at least, and then proceed to the x-ray. By midday I was completely exhausted and falling asleep.

Because of work, my mother was not able to spend much time with me. She makes a point of calling me at least twice a day, just in case, but in general, she hasn't been able to stop and see me. When I commented that I needed to take exams, she insisted in accompanying me, which was great, as I was tired of missing her.

“I was thinking about you sleeping at home today. We could do a movie marathon, there are some that I really need to see. What you say?” I invite her, excited.

As there was going to be a party at Parker today and everyone was going, I needed to find something to distract myself.

My mother settle in her chair, uncomfortable. She gives a nervous, yellow smile, trying to break the mood. What is she hiding from me?

“ I'm sorry, babe, but unfortunately I have a meeting tonight with an important client. Mr. Marshall, do you remember him?” I nod, still suspicious. “So he bought a country house and would like me to decorate it. But I can uncheck it, if you prefer.”

My mother was never a good liar. She always made it clear in her body that what she was talking about was not the truth. The signs were always the same: square smile, forced laughter, she can't stop still, needing to touch everything close to her. And that was exactly what she was doing now. She was arranging all the objects on our table, smiling, like a lost person.

Like lightning, the truth hits me. It is not a meeting, it is a date! Oh my God! My mom is going to have a date with Mr. Marshall.

Mr. Marshall owns a simple, but very good restaurant. Since my mother and I started going to his establishment, mainly on Thursday nights, when my father stayed at the office until later, I noticed his looks at my mother.

To think that after so much time and so much turnaround, they were giving themselves a chance made me strangely happy. It's like seeing my dad with Meredith, strange, but it makes me happy.

“So, what time is your date?” I ask curious.

“At 7 pm.” she responds absently. “ It's not a date!” her cheeks turn red and she looks at me uneasily again. I can't control my smile. “It's not a date.” she makes it more serious again. “It's a business meeting.”

“In the middle of friday at 7 pm? Let me guess, is this ��meeting’ going to be in a restaurant?” her silence and the way she looks away from me gives me the answer.

“He said that he doesn't like to deal with matters like that, that it can be something more relaxed.”

“So it's a date.” I start to smile more.

“Marnie!” she warns me. “I told you this is not a date.”

I notice that I’m in front a mother I did not know. One I heard about when she told me about the time she met my father, but I never had a chance to interact with her. Now, I have her version sitting in front of me, as at that time, nervous, insecure and uncertain.

“Mom, it's okay for you to have a date. I am very happy that you are seeing someone, especially Mr. Marshall, who was always very kind to you and did not charge me for my second piece of cake.” the nostalgia of thursday nights takes me away.

“It's not a date. He didn't say anything about it, it's just a meeting.” now she looks upset.

“Maybe he was shy about naming it a date. But let's face it, it is really suspicious that a restaurant owner arranges a meeting on Friday night at dinner time, where his restaurant should fill up.” I raise an eyebrow as she bites her lip.

“I will not deceive myself. It's not a date!” mom hits the final hammer.

“OK! Everything is fine.” I give in to her. “But I advise you to wear that royal blue dress I gave you for Christmas, with a black shawl over it and nude heels.” I put a handful of salad in my mouth, ending the matter.

After lunch, my mother left me at home. I even think about getting some sleep, but when I lie in bed, all the sleep I felt in the morning was gone. Annoyed, I sit on the bed, scanning my room. Right now, I don't know what to do. Everyone is working and I am here.

I run my eye through my closet, in the dress section more specifically, thinking about the box that is there. I pick up the box and sit on the floor, opening it again.

Perhaps because I was so lost and emotionally exhausted that, the day I saw it for the first time, I didn't notice as many things as I had, looking fuller today.

I take the photos, looking carefully one by one. I analyze our smiles, our exaggerated poses, faces and our kisses. The various photos I took of him sleeping, playing in the studio or at home, getting ready.

““The noise of the flash breaks the silence. Petunia, who was lying on the bed, raises her head looking for what would have caused the sound. Luke, who was drying his hair, stoped what he was doing, ready to look at me.

I run towards the bed, throwing myself into it, trying to pretend I didn't do anything. I hiding the camera in the middle of my legs and stop, still biting my lip, trying hard not smile.

Luke comes out of the bathroom, standing at the foot of the bed, looking at me suspiciously. I look at him closely.

“Did you, by any chance, take a picture of me?” he crosses his arms.

“Me?” I pretend to be misunderstood. Luke looks at me in disbelief.

“Yes, you!” he raises an eyebrow.

“I have no idea what you're talking about. I didn't get out of that bed, did I, Piggy?” Petunia, who was looking at us, lowers her head, exempting herself from the discussion. I look back at the two-meter-tall Australian looking at me, waiting for me to surrender.

“Shit!” I shout.

I widen my eyes when Luke comes towards me. I jump out of bed, camera in hand, stopping where he was before. Now, taking it as a joke, he chases me around the room again, while I try to escape.

“Let me see that photo.” he insists, as soon as he reaches me, holding me in his arms. Behind me, Luke studies the photo in the viewfinder. “I want a copy, so I can take another little piece of you with me.” he leaves a kiss on my neck before going back to the bathroom.””

I let out a sly moan. On the one hand I am happy for the memory, on the other hand it hurts to remember all this and seams it means nothing now. We took a break after all.

I take a chubby envelope, full of messages from him. On post-its, I guess he must have glued it around the house. On cards, which must have come in bouquets of flowers.

“Have a wonderful day, just like you. Love you! ❤ ”

“ I made your tea all ready. Call me when you wake up. "

" Love you! ❤ ”

“ I can't stop thinking about you. ❤ ”

“ Day 64 - I hope you continue well and taking care of yourself. I hope you continue to love me too, because I still love you and I miss you. ❤ ”

I realize the size of my smile when my cheeks start to hurt. Luke is perfect in many ways. Affectionate, cute, kind… maybe I just met someone like that in books and movies.

Deep down, I met someone like that and I was living a romance worthy of a movie, but that ended.

I get tired of suffering for the perfect relationship I had and decide to find something else to distract myself a little. After a lot of thinking, I decide to do something that I really like and feels like I haven't done it in a long time: drawing.

I put paper and pencil together, and I start tracing various shapes. Abstract, more precise, more relaxed. Shadows, light, silhouettes, profiles. Landscapes, portraits, just traces. I spend the rest of the afternoon drawing like never before.

Art college has always been a dream. I could imagine myself in several exhibitions, my paintings being a success. Knowing that I hadn't passed hurt, after all, I couldn't see myself doing anything else. I suck at maths and sleep in history and biology; arts was the only solution.

What if I tried now?

For a few seconds, I think about life if I went to college, wondering if everything would change or not. If I would lose contact with my friends or if they would still go out with me. How the media would react …

I wake up from my thoughts to the horns on the street. I push the idea aside and head for a shower. The clock said 6:15 pm, it was time to start my night. I wash my hair with some difficulty, as I cannot wet the plaster on my arm. I put on comfortable clothes, go to the kitchen, preparing my Friday supper. Popcorn, candies, snacks, a pizza and chocolate.

On TV, I separate the films and series I want to watch, again, I believe. I take all the pillows from the living room and make a mountain on the sofa, burying myself in the middle. I release all the air in my lungs, feeling every cell in my body relax, then I hear someone knocking on my door.

Really? Now that I sat down?

Strange that they knock, since I'm used to someone ringing the bell. I keep quiet waiting for that person to go. I don't doubt it was another neighbor wanting to say hello. It doesn't take long and the doorbell rings. Annoyed snitch heading towards the door.

Who is this time?

I run my eye through the peephole and open the door extremely confused.

“What are you doing here?” I look at the six people in my hall, smiling at me.

“We found your friday so depressing that we came to keep you company.” Calum raises his arms, showing the bags. At that moment, my smile fell apart. It was not a depressing night!

“Didn't you have a party?” I question.

“Yes, but parties have every weekend, one more, one less, it won't make a difference.” Michael shrugs.

I can't control my smile. The happiness that flows through me is inexplicable. I give them space, as they separate between the living room and the kitchen. I feel several kisses on my face as each one passes me. Until Noah arrives.

“Sorry to end your party.”

“No need to apologize. I prefer to be with my friend a thousand times, than with any guy. Not to mention that it is good that I didn't go, so he doesn't find the last cookie in the package.” Noah winks at me, before hugging me.

While Mike, Leah and Noah rearrange the living room, I head to the kitchen to see Kiki, Ashton and Calum taking various food and drinks out of the bags.

“Oh, Cal, your piece of pie is in the fridge.” like a child, Hood smiles, closing his eyes and jumping to the fridge. With the piece in hand, he comes over to me, hugging me sideways.

“I love you!”

I laugh at him really looking like a happy little boy. I approach Ash, who was putting some snacks in jars.

“Luke didn't want to come?” I ask quietly, missing him.

“He's not feeling very well.” I frown, worried. “Calm! It's just self-pressure to compose something. Nothing more. He told me that you talked.” he looks at me expecting me to continue.

“Once again we make everything clear like water. I told him that I couldn't remember him, now he's willing to help me.” I explain.

“Did you tell him about Stephen coming here?” Ash looks like my father at that moment and I believe that many times it was like that, after all, he is the oldest.

“No.” I answer quietly, making a pout. Irwin looks at me ugly and I don't even let him start. “I know, but the humor was so good and he was in such a good mood that I remembered something. I didn't want to spoil talking about Stephen. I'll tell.” he keeps looking at me seriously. “I swear!” I raise my right hand.

Ashton closes his eyes, letting out a short laugh just before hugging me and walking me into the living room. They all spread out on the sofa and on the rug. The initial idea of watching movies was passed over as soon as we were distracted by ‘Family Feud’.

“I'm sure the first is New York.” Kyleen kicks the answer to ‘What are the six most visited places in the world?’

“New York, Orlando, Rome, London, Lisbon. What else?” Michael asks, counting on his fingers.

“Paris!” I guess.

“Paris! It must be the second.” Leah opines.

“I would kick Miami.” Ashton comments.

“A lot of people are going to Miami.” Noah agrees.

We celebrate when Paris appears in second place. We watched the entire program and soon after we got distracted by the program to set prices. But this was for a short time, soon we were watching the reform programs.

After about five programs, we decided to drop the TV and play. We started with Twister, while I was spinning the wheel, Calum, Leah, Noah and Michael killed each other on the carpet. Flexibility was certainly not the point.

Game of life, Uno, Cards, Mime, we play everything. I don't know if at any party we were going to have so much fun. Everything seemed so light and in order, for a few minutes, I even forgot about the amnesia, the mess that my love life was in and my arm hurt, everything seemed perfect.

At around 11pm, we were watching videos from 5SOS on Youtube. All the clips in order to help me remember something. She's Kinda Hot was running out when a question arose.

“Can I make a question?” I start.

“Of course.” everyone responds.

“Why does Ash look like Shaggy from Scooby-Doo?” in a matter of seconds, everyone but Ashton was laughing. I face my best friend, who was looking at me seriously and maybe slightly offended. “What?” I ask without understanding.

After watching a few more videos and finding out that my friends and my ex didn't hit well their heads. We decided to make another joke.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another ‘How much can your mouth take?’” Ashton blinks, standing in front of the TV.

“Oh no!” we complain.

“You didn't do that.” Mike complains, discredited.

“Shut up, I'm the host. Tonight, we have two great teams.” he returns to his formal pose. “On my right side we have ...?” he stretches the silicone spatula for Mike to answer.

“MC and C-Dizzle-Swizzle, Three Seconds of Winter.” Michael introduces. I watch Ash walk away from them discredited with the little joke.

“Do we already have on my left side ...?”

“Delicious Noah and Stressful Leah.” I laugh out loud when I see the brunette face offended with brother by the nickname. “The Wonder Twins. Mom I love you!” Noah holds the spatula tightly, screaming.

“Control yourself, this is a classy show!” Ashton hits him with the spatula. “Let’s go, in today's show the two teams will have to be able to put as many candies in their mouths, without using their hands. Who do you think that will win?”

Kiki and I started screaming on the couch, like a maddened audience.

Then our competition begins. Calum is certainly very good at this, since he picked up almost all the candies that Mike threw. He almost choked to death in a moment, but it was very good, so much that he won. The twins, on the other hand, did well, but not as well as Calum.

“I wanted to thank my family, my friends…” Calum begins. Once again Ash snatches the spatula out of the ‘participant's’ hand.

“That's it, thank you very much for your audience. Until next week!” And so it ends his ‘show’.

At around 2 am we decided to watch a movie, but before halfway through, we all slept.

[...]

Wednesday

I start to get dizzy from so many laps that I go around my apartment. Every five seconds, I go to the balcony, looking at the entrance to the building, waiting for my father's car to appear.

I stop in front of the kitchen clock, seeing that there are still a few minutes to go. Again, I look at the cake I had made, making sure it was intact. I gnaw on my nail again, agonized by the delay.

Once again, I arrange everything in the room. Coloring books. Toys. Lots of junk food and several pillows. I don't know what my siblings like, so I decided to buy a little of everything. I just want everything to be perfect.

Luke had said something about Kendall being allergic to peanuts and Samantha getting very, very electric with chocolate. We didn't see each other again after that conversation. Everything ended up well between us, at least that's what I believe, but Luke was so busy with the album that we barely spoke.

I was only able to start a conversation with him when I mentioned that I didn't know what to buy for the twins and he decided to give me everything he knew. After that, silence.

A few more memories with him had come up earlier in the week, but I didn't tell him. I don't want to tell by message, I want to see him and watch his reaction, like that day.

However, I couldn't force him to quit stop his job to talk to me just because I want to, it's not right. Nor was Ashton talking to me, he was so busy too. Everyone was running to get free on the weekend and enjoy Ash's party.

I return to the balcony, ready to look at the entrance to the building, when the doorbell rings. I freeze, staring at the door without knowing what to do.

Come on, Marnie, pick up.

Slightly lost, I walk to the door. A mixture of anxiety, fear and excitement engulfs me. Before touching the doorknob, I take back few steps. For God's sake, they are five year old kids, face it!

Decided, I open the door, seeing my father's image first, smiling, as always. Soon, two little red heads leave his side and run up to my legs, almost knocking me over.

“Kids, watch out!” my father warns.

I squat down, letting them hug me. I hold them against me, feeling my heart explode with love. I push them away a little so I can get a better look at their faces.

“Let me see how beautiful you are!” I run my hand over Kendall's bangs, seeing his little eyes hidden behind blue glasses. Samantha, on the other hand, did not wear glasses, but she was missing the two upper teeth.

The tip of my nose tingles and itn't does take long for the first tear to fall, just like my father.

“Why are you crying?” my brother asks.

“It is happiness!” I pull you both into a hug again.

I look at my father, who futilely tries to pretend he is not moved. I get up, letting them both run into my apartment.

“How are you my sweetheart?” he asks.

“Well! I took off my boot, I have remembered many things, my arm doesn't hurt. I believe that I am getting better and better!” he smiles at my answer.

“Your mom told me that you and Luke talked. Have you got it right?” it is impossible not to notice the anxiety and hope in your eyes, it is glaring.

“Dad!” I look away ashamed. “No! We are just talking.”

“ I've heard this conversation before!” he rolls his eyes.

“Dad, there's nothing going on. At the moment we are just friends. I expect.” I completely quiet. “He's been busy this week, so we didn't have much time to talk.” I shrug, upset.

“ It's just a matter of time and letting your guard down.” I look ugly at him. “Don't make that face, you know I'm telling the truth. Luke still loves you!” the word goes through me like a shot.

I've been trying to avoid thinking about this for days. Since my first conversation with Luke, to be more specific.

“That's the problem, Marnie. Since I saw you, I try to hate you and I can't, you must know why. ”

Because he loves me! I respond mentally to the memory.

I don't know how to deal with his love for me. I can feel him emanating this in different ways, without even having to speak to me directly. The way he looks at me, reads me and cares about me. Even the space and time he's been giving me. In all of this I can see how much he loves me, and I have never seen anything like it. Stephen was never like that.

He has never been so caring and careful with me. He never looked at me like I was a rare jewel and in my few memories with Luke, he looked at me like that even when I was brushing my teeth.

“I know, Dad!” I blink quickly to ward off tears. “Well, do you have an order to leave on them?” I change the subject.

“Ah yes! Children, come here. Behave and obey your sister, she is the law! Later your mother and I will come and get you. Right?” he questions the little ones.

“Okay, dad!”

After goodbyes, I follow them into the living room, sitting on the floor. I notice the two of them looking at me very curious, as if they had never seen me. How my friends looked at me at dinner.

“Do you want to ask something?” the two look embarrassed.

“Is it true that you hit your head and don't remember anything?” Samantha asks quietly.

“Mom and Dad said it wasn't to ask!” I hold back the laugh when Kendall fights with her.

“But you're also curious.” she counters.

“But I don't want to be grounded.” he faces.

“No problem, you can ask anything you want. I promise I won't tell them.” I put an end to the discussion.

“So it is true?” Kendall looks at me with wide eyes.

“Yeah! I had an accident and hit my head, right here.” I show the point, still feeling a little sore. “And I forgot some things.”

“You forgot about us, right? That's what Mom said.” my sister looks upset.

“Unfortunately, yes, but I will remember everything, I just need time and patience.”

“But if you hit your head and forgot, don't you just hit again to remember?” my brother asks.

I tip my head to the side. He was not entirely wrong. I mean, it even has a certain meaning. I bite my lip to keep from laughing, imagining that Calum, Michael, Ashton and Luke definitely would propose that.

Actually, I don't doubt that they even wanted to give me that idea, but Noah must have done away with any intention.

“I wish it was that simple, but it's a little more complicated.” he raises his eyebrows, as if he understood.

“You and Luke aren't together anymore?” Samantha continues with an upset expression.

“No my love, we decided to be alone for a while. But, it’s for a little while, we’ll be back soon.” I try to cheer her up.

“Can I ask him to marry me?” she asks shyly.

I can't control the smile seeing that my sister was my biggest rival. Really a determined competitor.

“Do you want to marry Luke?” I ask, wanting to make sure I heard correctly.

“Yes. You said that Luke is a prince and that I should marry someone like that. I like Luke a lot and I want to marry him.”

“Luke is old.” Kendall makes a face, making me laugh.

“Yes, he is! But I didn't say it.” I blink at the little boy. “Look, I will not interfere in your relationship with Luke, if he wants to marry you, fine.” I shrug. “But you will have to wait a few years for this to happen.”

“I wait!” she smiles excitedly.

“And you, Kendall? Do you want to marry one of my friends?”

“Ew! I don't like girls, they are boring.” he makes a face.

“He thinks Kiki is pretty.” Sam hands over, leading me to shout in animation.

“Do you like Kiki?” my voice comes out louder than I expected.

“You said you weren't going to tell.” he fights with the twin. “I like her hair.” he mutters under his breath, almost in a whisper, crossing his arms.

They arrived not even half an hour ago and I am already completely in love and surrendered to them.

The rest of the afternoon was much better than I expected. We cook cookies of various shapes and decorations. We watch movies. We draw. We played and finally, they blacked out on my couch.

I don't know how long I sit and admire them, wondering what it will be like when I'm a mother. In the back of my head, a voice comes, his voice.

““Do you want to have children?” his voice comes out low, like a whisper.

“I do not know. I am afraid of not being a good mother.” I reveal it in the same low tone, after a few seconds.

“You will be an amazing mother, I'm sure. You already take care of the girls!” I smile at his provocation.

“Why the question?” I ask curious.

“I dreamed of you that night. In the dream we had children, a couple. It stuck in my head.” he reveals after a while, taking me in total surprise.

“Do you want to have children?” I was not asking in general, but if he wanted to have children with me. I don't bother to explain, because I know that he will understand. After all, nobody reads me like him.

“I want!” Luke simply answers, without hesitation. ”

[...]

Saturday

“This will be a lot of work. I mean, keep it hydrated and cute like that. Are you sure, M&Ms?” Kyleen asks, looking at me through the mirror reflection.

Today would be Ash's party and I was at Kiki's house, having my five minutes of courage. Nobody knew I was here or what I was up to. Even Kyleen didn't know until I showed him the picture of what I wanted. For her I would only cut the ends.

“I know! But I also know that you're going to help me with this, aren't you?” I smile and blink my eyes quickly, in an attempt to soften her heart.

“God, I hate you! Come on, keep that image safe Miss McGonagall, as these are your last moments as a woman with brunette hair.” she disappears from sight, going to get her equipment.

I take a deep breath, recording my face well.

It's not like I want to erase this Marnie, but she is part of another moment in my life. And like the first time, where I changed radically to start another phase, now I would do the same, categorize myself by hair styles.

Marnie with long, dark hair. Naive, manipulable, shy. The one who always wanted to see others happy, even if it affected her happiness. Completely innocent of the wickedness of the world. A girl!

A Marnie with medium hair and light tips. Sassy, manipulative, outgoing. The one who pushed the fuck button and lived the way she wanted. She got it wrong, she got it right, she doubted it and she learned a lot from it all. A flower blooming in chaos. A tomboy!

Now, as on a blank canvas, I draw another Marnie. A combination of all the previous ones, bringing my experiences and my certainties. Praising all my falls and the learning I took from them. A woman!

It was my rebirth. Enough! Enough trying to fit in with what I once was, I need to let live what I am.

I've been too shy, too outgoing. Too naive, too sassy. Perhaps now is the time to find the middle ground or to find another, completely different term.

My friends met me when I was leaving my worst moment and still hugged me. Again I am coming out of this and I am sure they will love this new Marnie, just as I love myself!

No more trying to fight who I want to be. After all, I only have me, I am my best friend, my best company.

“Oh my God! You looked very beautiful. We should have done this before. Wow, in that Bazaar shoot, it was going to look magnificent.” Kiki praises me, while kneading the ends of my hair. “OK, let's go!”

I close my eyes, feeling my heart explode with anxiety. When I feel the chair stop turning, I take a deep breath, wondering if I have done the right thing. My God, if this sucks, I'm going to cry!

I open my eyes and am amazed. It got really good. The hair that once hit just below my shoulders, was now at my chin. The shades of brown and caramel have been replaced by a shiny layer of rose gold. My head looks like cotton candy. But a beautiful cotton candy.

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